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Training	By : botticelliangel Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female > Sessh?maru/Rin > Sessh?maru/Rin Views: 18356 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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There was nothing in the world Sesshomaru couldn’t do. That he was sure of.

He could kill, perfectly, stunningly.

He could bring back the dead, if he so desired.

He could maintain the poise of a god, the beauty of a siren, the strength and power so absolute that the universe had to bow before him.

He could have anyone he wanted: Women or men, human, demon or divinity.

He could have only himself, if he wanted to take that path.

In general Sesshomaru was so cocksure about what he could have, and what he could do, that when he was faced with something that was forbidden he took it anyways.

I want, I yearn, I need. He spoke in the silence of his head. And it wasn’t enough. Sesshomaru lay haphazardly on his bedroll waiting for the shroud of night to pass, and more importantly waiting for the coveting feelings to release his body. He stirred with unrest, long strong limbs stretching and naked in the night. He brought his hand to his face and took a deep breath in, filling himself with the sweet heady scent of Rin.

Growling to himself he knew he found the spice of her to be intoxicating. His loins stirred at the memory of her sweet face red with desperation. He remembered the beauty of her shame. He remembered her full lips, wet and a little swollen, as she had a habit of kneading them between her teeth in distress.

When he first became aware of her distress earlier in the day he had no idea what was causing it. He observed, silently, curiously. Her breathing had taken a different tone. Her skin flushed a pretty seductive red.

The untrained sexuality of her voice moaning and gasping ghosted through his head. Another growl, frustrated and needy rumbled through his chest. Opening his mouth, Sesshomaru allowed himself a taste of her on his fingers. He moaned, very slightly at the fading taste of her virgin honey. Laving up his fingers he tried fruitlessly to find his way to her pretty little flower.

When he was sure the last bit of her essence transferred on to his tongue he let his hand down, seeking and finding the hardness of his cockhead and the strength of the base. His hips thrust up through the tightness of his slick grasp. He was so cocksure that he could have her that he didn’t bother to suppress the beauty of her name from leaving his lips.

“Rin…” He moaned snapping his hips up at a frantic pace. Sesshomaru wanted so badly that he felt like he was being scorched from the inside out by a fire that could only be quenched by her. He was quivering; slamming up into his hand, wishing it was her.

A flash of heat barreled through his body as he remembered the moment he realized what her distress was about.

She had tried to run, and he gave chase far too interested and aroused by the little moans she tried to suppress. He remembered hazily, lustily, that she sunk to the ground with her face upturned. He could see her pretty flush. The rosy rush from her cheeks to the neckline that was hidden under her kimono made his mouth dry. And when her little waterfall began, she groaned. Sesshomaru had strangled a moan to answer her unintentionally sexy display.

His senses kicked onto overload. The sound of her primal relief, the sight of her flush and the rivulets of warm liquid raining down from the thick hem of her pretty kimono onto the smooth stone floor, the scent of her unintentional orgasm born by the pressure and release, as well as her markings of health and fertility, and the feeling of her eyes traveling up his body in trepidation and humiliation.

If Rin hadn’t been so embarrassed she might have noticed his arousal bowing under the weight of his heavy silk hakama, all for her.

Sesshomaru lazily paced back and forth between frantically thrusting into his hand and slow languorous strokes. He imagined the feeling of her tight little cunt enveloping his cock. He imagined her heat, her excitement. He was burning up.

“So fucking tight…” He moaned out forcing the fantasy to tickle his ears. Automatically he strengthened his grip, pretending it was her response to his words. Hotter.

He imagined her crying out his name, panting for him, writhing under his touch. He imagined spanking her pale bottom, and driving himself deeper, harder, faster - more, more, more!

And when he imagined her toes curling into his sheets, the tightening of her sheath, and the wet noisy orgasm he was going to bestow on her; his hands jerked. One clawed the bedding, while he squeezed the base of his cock.

Cocksure and euphoric Sesshomaru watched his cum shoot up and twist in the cool air of his room, before painting his abs in the luminescent light of the moon. His body buzzed with satisfaction, and his cockhead swelled into the knot that rightfully belonged inside Rin’s wet flower.

His bones seemed to melt in the afterglow. Sesshomaru sighed and cupped both hands around his swollen red cockhead. It was so sensitive it almost hurt to touch, but he did it so that he could pretend just for a little longer that the warm pressure around it was her.

After a few minutes the euphoria slipped away soundlessly into the cool air of the night. Sesshomaru sighed into the world and pulled his blankets over his satisfied body cocksure that in the morning he would find himself fit to do whatever it was that he wished.

Because he was Sesshomaru, who wanted, needed, yearned - and took those things.

The morning came a lot sooner than he wished, because some things happened despite his cocksure attitude that he could control them.

Sesshomaru opened his eyes to the predawn light, the sound of Jaken’s gratingly girly voice frantically calling him out of sleep.

“Lord Sesshomaru! Lord Sesshomaru!!”

“What is it?” Sesshomaru responded tone even because he didn’t have to sound cranky about being woken up even if he was. Shifting to sit up on his bedroll he noticed that the blankets stuck to him where he neglected to clean from his little fantasies earlier in the night. It was also colder in the room than it had been before. His breathing was deep and even, and if he kept it that way he might just be able to fall back asleep once he determined why Jaken was foolishly trying to rouse him at this hour.

“Ah!! Forgive me Lord Sesshomaru!” The ever loyal imp exclaimed before bowing so low to the floor that it was a wonder he hadn’t found a way to make himself meld into it. “I have terrible news! Rin has run away!”
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