Chapter 5: The night

I had not seen Rin since I arrived here yesterday. The servants had been attending to me all last night, up until this evening. I wasn't sure what Sesshomaru had told them but, there was no need for them to wait on me hand and foot like this. They did my hair, fixed my nails, and dressed me in fine silks. I had to all but beg them not to put makeup on me. It felt suffocating. If I was to be his mate, I guess it was something that I had to get used to. Still, it did not mean that I had to like it. The sun was going down soon. It was almost time. It had turned out that the room the servant woman had taken me to was his bedroom. That would soon be our bedroom. I stared at myself in the mirror. I looked so strange in all of these jewels and accessories in my hair. The expensive shoes on my feet. It was not me, and I don't think it ever would be. I felt out of place. There was a quiet knock at the door. I had been tucked away in this small room away from prying eyes. Aside from the women who served Sesshomaru and me. Others were not allowed to see me. Tradition, they called it.

"My lady."

"Come in," I called out.

They stepped in and gestured towards the door. I exhaled and stood up. I went over to the door and followed them out. They led me down the hall and up one flight of stairs. Back to Sesshomaru's - back to our bedroom. They walked away and left me standing there outside the door. My legs were shaking, and my heart was pounding. I was nervous, but who would be in this situation? I reach out for the door. I touch my fingers on the screen and slide it open slightly. I peered inside. He stood by the window with his back to me, dressed only in hakama. A few candles were scattered around the room. The pelts on the bed had been changed. Incense sat on the window pane. They smelled sweet, with a tinge of spice. I opened the door more stepped in, and closed it behind me. I kicked the shoes off, relieved to be free of them. I froze instantly. I wondered if I was supposed to do that. He turned to face me. I could see him looking me over. He came towards me and I tensed up. He removed the jewels from me. One by one he placed them on the table. Next came the accessories from my hair. I relaxed a bit when my hair fell. It felt good to be rid of all of them. He cupped my cheeks in his hands, tilting my head back slightly. He used his thumb to stroke my bottom lip. His hands were soft and warm. It helped me to relax a bit.

"This is an assumption, but from my understanding. This may not have been how you wanted things to happen. However, I will make sure that it is enjoyable." He said quietly.

At that moment I was glad that the room was dimly lit. I did not want him to see me blushing. He started to unfasten the ribbons around my waist. He slid the outer layer of my kimono off, leaving only the thin layer behind. He traced his fingers over my collarbone. It made me shiver. He lightly dragged his claws from my neck to my shoulders, and he hooked his claws under the clothes, ripping them. The tatters fell around my feet. I stood there bare in front of him, and I wanted to hide. No man had touched me this way, or seen me this way. I had never been with a man. Not in the way I was about to with him. It's not like I had the time to. He took my hand and kissed my knuckles, then my wrist. He left a trail of kisses from my collarbone to my jaw. Pulling a chair over he sat in front of me. Slipping his hand around me, he grabbed the small of my back and pulled me close to him. He kissed my hips, and I felt my nipples harden. It felt strange having someone else make me feel this way. Still, it felt good. I had touched myself many times, but being touched by someone else was an entirely different experience. He placed another kiss next to my navel. He dragged his tongue up to my breast, flicking my nipple with his tongue. My hands found their way to his shoulders. I gripped them while he continued to nip and suck on me. I bit the inside of my cheek to stop myself from making noise. I could feel his fingers on my inner thighs. His thumb rubbed against my clit. He leaned forward and I cradled his head against my chest. I was afraid that if I didn't hold on, my legs were about to give out. In a swift movement, he had me in his arms. Carrying me over to the bed, he laid me down gently. I watched him as he looked at my naked body. He met my eyes, slipping off his hakama. My eyes widened at the size of him. I could have sworn the corner of his mouth twitched upward. I met his eyes once more, I could see the red starting to bleed in. He parted my legs not breaking eye contact with me. My legs shook, not with fear… but anticipation. Despite it being my first time with a man I did not love. I wanted him to touch me more. I wanted him to want me. He gripped my thighs to stop them from shaking. He kissed my clit, making me gasp. He flicked his tongue against my clit and my hips rolled, as did my eyes. He continued, giving me no breaks. He dipped his tongue into me and I cried out. It sent this electric shock up my spine. I didn't care who heard me. I felt too good to contemplate any embarrassment. He wrapped his lips and sucked and flicked. I could feel something in me. This pressure was coming, and quickly.

"Oh, God Sesshomaru." I moaned.

I gripped the sheets, while my entire body shook. I couldn't breathe. I didn't want to. I didn't want this feeling to end, but it was getting to be too much. I couldn't take it, but I wanted more. My head and body were at war. He quickly pulled away and I missed the feel of him against me. I blinked a few times trying to regain my focus. He brought two of his fingers to his lips. I noticed the claws on those two fingers had been cut short. He licked his fingers, coating them in spit, then pushed them into me. He picked up the pace, making my eyes roll into the back of my head. His fingers were thick. I could feel it coming again. I grabbed his wrists and locked my knees together as I cried out.

"Fuck!"

He pulled his fingers out of me. I could feel my insides throbbing. I licked my lips watching him as he sucked me off his fingers. He rested my thighs on top of his. I could feel the head of it pressing up against me.

He grabbed onto my hips and he thrusted into me. I tried to scream, but he kissed me swallowing my screams. He did not move, he only kissed me. It was slow, it was deep… it was sweet. He laced his fingers with mine. His hips bucked forward and he sucked in a quick breath of air while he stoked, and my hips moved on their own. The pain had passed. He moaned in my ear, and I loved the way it sounded. Was he enjoying this? Did I feel good? The more he moved, the more I got used to the size. The thrusts became harder and deeper. I couldn't keep up. I wrapped my legs around him and gripped his arms, digging my nails into his skin. He groaned, pressing his chest against mine. There it was against that familiar pressure. I bit his shoulder, to stop from screaming. He returned the favor. His bite was different. He sank his teeth into me, but I didn't dislike it; the mix of pain and pleasure. One last final thrust and he came. I could feel it pumping into me, as well as this strange feeling in my neck. We stayed that way for a while. It felt… nice, more than nice actually. He finally pulled his fangs from my neck. I flinched at the pain. I shivered as he ran his tongue over the puncture marks. He pulled away from me, but not fully. Only enough to look me in the eyes.

"That was enjoyable."

It was more of a statement than a question. I bit the inside of my cheek to stop myself from smiling. I nodded. I could still feel myself throbbing, which meant he could feel it too.

I nodded. "Is it done? The mating, I mean." I whispered.

"It is."

I should have felt sad, but I wasn't. This was rushed, but this was about keeping me alive. So I was grateful. I couldn't let my feelings get in the way. A woman's virginity was just a social construct anyway. Besides, this could have been worse. At least this was Sesshomaru. I knew him, to a certain extent. Yes, our past was complicated, but now we needed each other. We were bonded for life now. Nothing was going to change that. He rested his forehead on mine, one hand on my thigh. The other pinning my hands above my head.

"The night is still not over," he whispered against my lips.

I could feel him getting hard inside of me. I braced myself for what the rest of the night would bring.