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La Isla Bonita	By : YaminoYume14 Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female > Sessh?maru/Rin > Sessh?maru/Rin Views: 2674 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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La Isla Bonita
Chapter 2
Challenge
Original Publish Date: 5/3/2017
Minor Fixes: 4/22/2018
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He hadn't changed much over the years, and her dreams didn't distort her image of him. The beautiful man was still as impassive and silent as he was nearly a decade ago. In fact, he almost looked the same. Almost. There was something different in his eyes she couldn't quite place.
Maybe loneliness? Circling an island aimlessly alone for 40 years couldn't be good for one's health.
Or was he still angry at her for either back-talking or returning? She was certainly confused in that regard as the man suddenly did a complete 180 on his decision to travel with her in a matter of seconds. Not that she was complaining...
No, he probably vented it all out when he slammed me against the tree, she thought with a tinge of annoyance as her fingertips subconsciously brushed the side of her neck. She wasn't expecting the speed or force behind his hand, and she briefly thought he was going to kill her, but her mind could only notice how close he was and how different his face looked when finally showing some speck of emotion.
She wondered how many more expressions she could wrangle out of the stoic man, wanting to see them all.
Rin sighed and shook her head of those thoughts, making sure to stay a respectable distance as she followed him to nowhere, at least nowhere that she knew of. And that was fine with her, wandering without a clear destination was, in a sense, what she was doing back in Japan.
Just going through the motions of school, work, eat, sleep, having long given up on trying to find the elusive island by the time she finished high school despite her persistent dreams. She had very few friends throughout her life, mostly due to how long it took for her to find her voice back and the major complication of being in a foreign country with no family when she landed in Greece of all places.
There was also this part of her shaken, young mind that didn't want to return home, for what? For who? Her only family was her parents. Her older brother died years ago in a car accident, the family members from her mother's side hated her... They didn't like that her mother, a renowned theoretical physicist, fell in love with the man who ran the coffee shop she frequented during her grad days when he was just a barista.
It was silly, but they believed her mother was far too smart for him, that he lacked ambition and hundreds of other assumptions they made of a man they never met... that they never got to meet. Her being the result of their relationship, meant their irrational hatred turned to her, especially after the incident...
Her thoughts lead her to think of Kagome, Sango, and Miroku. She prayed once more for her friends, mulling the heavy feeling of whether their fates, alive and trapped or lost and dead, were her fault...
"What is it?" His voice brought her back to reality, his back still towards her. Was her grief so obvious? He wasn't even looking at her.
"I was just remembering... the friends I came with this time. I hope they are okay."
"Only two people may pass for each time the way opens."
What? His father never said that.
Her eyes widened at the implication, quickly closing the distance between them as she moved to walk right beside him, "Does that mean one of my parents may have survived the first time?" The possibility had occurred to her traumatized, young mind at the time, but she dismissed it as just that, childish hope, as she grew older. Her heart quickened, "What about...? If only two people can pass, what about everyone else?"
He didn't look at her when he replied, "They are stuck at sea, assuming their vessel didn't survive the storm."
No civilian ship could brave those winds. It was as if being stuck in the walls of a super hurricane. He seemed to be in a talking mood, and she was going to take full advantage. "I could never find any evidence of this island existing... only a few reports of spontaneous storms that are impossible to predict. What is this 'way opening'?"
"The storm."
Rin fumbled with the vague answer for a bit. Magic. It had to be magic because nothing here makes sense! She briefly thought how much her mother would have loved to try to figure this out. "But it disappears with the storm...? How? Why?"
"A human would not understand." The sneer was evident in his voice despite his cold face, and Rin was brought to the forefront of her questions. A flashback raced through her mind when she was a girl who dumped a whole make-shift cup of water on his face, and his eyes turned red and his throat vibrated with an animalistic snarl.
"I don't know what you mean." She responded with earnest, slumping her shoulders with a sigh and hoped he would clarify, "What are you then?"
"I am an inu-daiyoukai." He didn't flatter despite how crazy-sounding his response was.
Youkai were myths that started in Medieval times – scary tales of supernatural beings and spirits that people either use to explain what used to be misunderstood or to scare children as every culture does. Over time, the stories went from something you should fear to something deeply ingrained in society, something everyone knew and felt close to.
But one thing is true – They aren't real. They can't be real.
She watched strands of silver silk flutter in the tropical breeze, the length of his hair reached around his calves – it didn't escape her that he was the only one in a white traditional Japanese outfit. The inhabitants of his father's city – and his father himself – seemed to have adopted clothing that was a bit more appropriate for the climate of the island. The massive fluffy thing on his shoulder seemed cumbersome. Isn't he hot? She thought. Her gaze traveled to the single sword at his side, the clawed hand hanging beside it and the peak of magenta across his wrist just outside the hem of his sleeve.
Ah, she had gotten distracted.
Maybe it wasn't so far-fetched, she thought, bringing her mind back on track. After all, she landed here, died here, came back to life here, and a storm controlled the way in and out of this place – In the end, she concluded it wasn't crazy to say an island of supernatural happenings was home to supernatural beings.
Inu-daiyoukai... It would certainly explain the more... carnal parts of her dreams with him.
Why were there no youkai in her world then? She thought, then voiced the question to the stoic man. She saw his back stiffen just a fraction - the question hung in the air, unanswered.
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Night had fallen by the time they stopped, and she was thankful for the bit of dried meat and coconut she had left in her bag. They hadn't stopped once during the whole day, and her legs were exhausted, but she still couldn't rest, she needed a fire as the darkness of the forest left her uneasy.
Could he see in this darkness? If his vision were impaired in any way, he didn't show it, as he made himself comfortable at the base of a large tree with winding roots. Both of his legs were bent, one slightly raised with his arm resting on it, a clawed hand dangling causally in front of him. His fluffy boa was at his back and surrounded his sides. He ordered her to make camp. His voice relieved her – it had been silent since her last question hours ago. She worried she might have stepped in something forbidden, and maybe she had, but if he was willing to speak with her then perhaps he let go.
Rin gathered the necessary wood (it hadn't rained recently, so everything was thankfully dry) and was crouched on the forest floor, setting up when she felt the need to look to up from her work. He was watching her.
His form seemed to catch every small ray of moonlight that managed to escape the thick canopy of evergreens above, his shimmering mane forming a soft halo around him. The vibrant color of his golden eyes didn't flatter if anything they stood out more as if defying the darkness. The night was not dark enough to consume and hide his body. She would have thought he was an angel as she had when she was younger but Rin knew better now.
She knew the dominant force behind his hand, the sneer in his voice and the bitter cold in his gaze – coupled with the few twisting roots surrounding him, it gave an almost sinister feeling to the sight. Angel wasn't right – Youkai fits him far more... but it didn't negatively change her need to understand him better or how beautiful he was. No, if anything... Rin swallowed thickly, feeling a familiar heat pool at her core, it made her want to know more of him... and made him that much more desirable.
Her breath quietly hitched when his eyes narrowed with a slight tilt of his head. Something changed. Oh no, can he read minds? She thought, panic currently winning over the embarrassment, There were myths of youkai that could, weren't there?
"Rin." Crap. "Come here."
Reluctantly, she got to her feet and made her way to him, stopping a foot or two away from his boots. His lips pulled back into a subtle frown, and she knew he wasn't satisfied with the distance. So she gathered the last of her waning courage and sat on her knees to his left side, well within arm's reach. But she didn't dare look at him this close, her eyes glued to her hands resting on her lap. She couldn't chance it. Her body would certainly convince her to do something incredibly stupid.
"Look at me."
Damn. It. Rin cursed in her head, now clenching her hands into fists. No, she didn't have to comply to his every command. Did he even know how to ask for something instead of demanding it? With a bit of spite, she kept her gaze on the floor. The hand on her throat didn't surprise her.
"You will listen to this Sesshomaru." His claws scratched just the surface of her skin as before, the grip tightened and gave her no choice but finally to look at him. The intensity of his golden gaze stole her breath. Despite her vision already adjusting to the darkness, she could only see him, and nothing else. Her lips suddenly felt dry, and she swiped her tongue over her bottom lip, his gaze watching her mouth. Rin wasn't naive. She caught him doing the same earlier.
His grip vanished when she kept his stare, but his next words, she didn't expect, "What did you dream about?"
Ah, what?
Rin already felt the hotness flush her face and body, thinking she must rival the color of a fire engine at this point. Of all the things he could have asked her like – where are you from? What have you been doing? How is life outside? – No, he latched on to a bit she revealed in the nervousness of finally meeting him and asked for more. If she weren't on her knees, she would have kicked herself.
"You." Her response sounded far more confident than she felt, and she would have patted herself on the back for it... but she knew that wasn't what he was looking for. She already said she dreamt of him. He wanted details. The blank stare she got in return confirmed that, waiting for her to continue. "... U-us?" Now, she sounded like a mouse. She hated it and desperately searched for the spark of confidence she had a moment ago.
It was hiding very well.
"Us?" It sounded like he was amused like he was having fun knowing how anxious and embarrassed she was. Maybe he already knew what she was dreaming, and perhaps he caused those dreams intentionally. The thought he could be orchestrating this whole exchange just to shame her for his entertainment was enough to light a fierce fire within her.
He wouldn't get the best of her.
"Yes, both of us, fucking." She stated harshly – proudly without a single stutter – unable to stop her smile when his eyes widened in shock. Another look she wrangled out of him! It was only for a fraction of a second. Had she blinked, she surely would have missed it. Now the glare he wore warned her of the harsh words to follow.
"A human is undeserving of a daiyoukai's touch."
"You touched me just a moment ago." She snapped back, uncaring about the ire rising in his eyes. After all, she already noticed something far more interesting.
"That was to put you in your place, woman."
Rin gambled between his anger and his desire – She cast a long, meaningful look between his legs before directing her gaze back to his, "I know better ways."
Her words fell between them heavily, and she couldn't read his face at all this moment. There was nothing there – neither shock or anger and very second that passed chipped away at her confidence. 'Just say anything!' She wanted to yell at him. She didn't care if it was insulting at this point, the air was suffocating.
"What are you proposing?"
He surprised her with the question. Was he willing? The youkai seemed a bit too uptight to want anything like that... Didn't his father make some comment saying the same? She chewed her bottom lip as several answers ran through her mind. What would he be inclined to allow? Likely something that puts me beneath him, she thought with a mental scoff. She noticed him watching her mouth again.
"That I am at your service, Sesshomaru." She answered, purposely ambiguous. How many of her dreams could she make a reality? Would he truly allow it? The thought caused her to squeeze her thighs together unconsciously. His eyes narrowed again. He was wary of her... She didn't want that. A few of her reasons might be a bit selfish, but ultimately, she was willing to do anything for him. "You have done so much for me... I only wish to repay you..." Would that be enough? There was truth in it after all.
Rin noticed a subtle twitch of his nose, as his suspicion was ebbed away by something darker and more primal. "Very well."
When he commanded her to strip, she had to force out the anxiety crawling in her skin as she rose on shaky legs. You've done this before! Her mind tried to reason while she pulled off her top overhead and let her skirt pool at her feet. Yes, she wasn't a stranger to sex – but none of her experiences involved a daiyoukai, none were him.
Once free of the confines of clothing, the daiyoukai looked at her once over, his gaze lingered on her breasts and the apex of her thighs briefly before they reached her face again. His face betrayed nothing again - neither disgust or lust. A clawed hand beckoned her to him, but his voice stopped her before she finished her first step, "Crawl."
The more angry and impulsive part of her wanted to tell him to shove it, for just a fraction of a moment, but she ignored it. She knew what the game was and she would play for now. She dropped to her hands and knees, then crawled with her eyes submissive and glued to the forest floor, until she reached the space between his bent legs. He wanted her to feel degraded, beneath him – just as she suspected.
Rin followed every order without complaint as she undid the tie of his obi, knowing that once she got to her prize, the dynamic will change. After all, his father let it slip that he was more than likely inexperienced... How long could he hold on to his mask? There was also that the daiyoukai seemed to bank on her caring about her dignity and reputation as most women do, particularly in these circumstances. But when it came to him, she had no such reservations. To her, he already has done everything in the dream realm – now they only had to make it a reality.
So when he demanded that she plead for his youkai cock – she did without hesitation. When he granted her permission to touch the ridged skin - she voiced her gratefulness, licking her lips in anticipation as his member thickened in her hands. And when he ordered her to suck – she did so without hiding an ounce of her eagerness, moaning when she sucked the plump head into her wet mouth.
With hooded eyes, she looked up at her savior, meeting his gaze as she pressed in deeper, taking as much as she could. With her mouth sliding up and down his shaft, she kept her tongue pressing on the underside of his cock before her hand joined in the rhythmic motion. But his expression betrayed nothing of his pleasure, mask smooth as porcelain – but porcelain was easy to crack. She will get one more reaction from him tonight.
She pulled away for a single moment, then licked right on the seam below the head earning a hiss of pleasure from the daiyoukai. Keeping her smirk hidden, she took him back in with her other hand making its way down and began rolling his balls firmly. Another glance back at him – his head tilted to the side with a fang peaking out, and the whites of eyes seemed to be losing their pure color. The intense look made her body tremble, moaning against his thick member.
Gods, she desperately wanted to reach between her legs – but she couldn't lose focus! Rin picked up speed, swirling her tongue at the head ever so often, then nearly choked at the sudden jerk of his hips as a low, strangled groan escaped him, filling her mouth with his warm, creamy substance. The sound he made was enough to make her sex throb, and she made a personal promise to cause it again, and again.
The smell of burning wood abruptly assaulted her nose, but she ignored it as long as he did, focusing on swallowing every drop of his cum. There was almost some sort of shock to it against her taste buds – or her lust-ridden brain was making her imagination run a bit too wild.
She licked her lips as she pulled away, and a glance to her left revealed his hand clenching one of the many roots, melting a bit near his claws. Rin almost winced at the sight, not 100% sure if she could make due with him ever sticking those fingers in her. She brought her attention back to him, just in time to see a new mask slip back into place.
"Finish making camp." The only evidence of what transpired was a bit of breathlessness between his words.
"Okay!" Rin exclaimed with a beaming smile that she couldn't hold in before she dressed. She wasn't going to ask about bathing options nearby, as she had this suspicion he wouldn't want to speak more than necessary right now - then lit the wood still sitting in the center, and set up her sleeping bag. Sesshomaru completely disappeared at one point between that, and she was shocked to find him gone. I'm sure he'll be back... Rin thought He wouldn't leave after that... right?
She decided it was best to sleep, the events of the day catching up to her.
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He enjoyed that far too much.
Sesshomaru was washing the scent of her off his skin in the spring some distance away from camp. Far enough that he couldn't smell the thick scent of her arousal but close enough to hear a scream should she require assistance, and his unintentional consideration of her annoyed him more.
That woman wasn't supposed to agree. He saw the flicker of rage in her eyes when he started commanding her. She was supposed to disobey as she had before, and he would scold her, she would get offended, it would all be over. Or she would be too embarrassed and lose her nerve – it seemed her emotions flip-flopped all over the place during their exchange. But she didn't do either, – in fact, he could smell her scent spike with every order – and his curiosity overrode his initial plan.
Not desire. Sesshomaru didn't want to shove his face in between her legs when he saw a glimpse of her glistening thighs. His control certainly didn't slip when he watched her milk his cock of every drop with an eager mouth. And the thought of grabbing her hair and digging her face into the dirt while he mounted her from behind never occurred to him. He would not fuck her. He did not desire her. His fangs grind together as his beast laughed at him.
He did not desire her, he repeated, ignoring his baser self. Those were all primitive desires brought by his basic instincts that he had no further interest in. His curiosity was sated.
When he left the spring, it was well into the night, and when he reached camp, the fire already died, and the woman was quiet in her sleeping bag. Sesshomaru glared at her, seeing her happy face as she slept innocently.
Innocently. He sneered, the woman was far from that. Sesshomaru doubted it was her first time doing that particular act and he suspected she wasn't a virgin either. His eyes drifted to her partly-open mouth, and his body remembered the sensation of her warm cavern enveloping his – Sesshomaru fisted his hands, his claws piercing his palms when warmth coiled in his lions at the memory. This wasn't right, what had this woman done to him?
His glare intensified with his irritation – he should kill her and be done with it.
For obeying you? A more rational part of him scoffed, and his pride wouldn't allow it either. He would not admit the woman affected him that much.
He could leave her. Isn't that what he planned just the night before? Are we running away now? No, he was not. He couldn't go. She would not win whatever it was she started. Rin stirred a bit in her sleep, flipping away a bit of the cover from her unzipped bag before she settled again. His logical mind and his pride ran in circles – he couldn't leave, couldn't kill her, couldn't back down, and he absolutely could not fuck her.
He was a daiyoukai lord –
Sesshomaru frowned at the thought. No, he wasn't. He hadn't been one for 40 years. Never did he even bother to correct the woman when she said his name without a title because there was nothing to correct. He was just Sesshomaru. He hadn't attempted to conquer anything outside of his father's lands, as he had zero interest in doing so.
The solitude his banishment granted him was far more preferable to balancing the city budget and diplomatic relations with other lords on the island. And being stripped of everything that a conniving woman would want from him, meant his practical reasons for not indulging in sexual activity were mute... which begged the question once more of what she wanted with him. He didn't understand it.
He recalled Rin's smile when she finished, she was proud. Why would being in such a submissive position make her feel that way?
Proud... He was the one who ordered her, who was pleasured and found release, while she begged for him and suffered through ignoring her dripping sex... but it was he who was standing in the clearing, unnerved by the experience, while she slept soundly without a care in the world. "I know better ways." She said. He felt the woman tricked him and he refused to leave it like this. Sesshomaru's gaze traveled down her concealed body, settling on her hips.
Perhaps, he had approached this incorrectly, as much as he hated to admit a misstep. He did not have much, or any, experience in these situations.
Perhaps pleasuring her – he briefly imagined the woman's body writhing underneath him – would result in a more suitable outcome, with her dazed and begging to be filled by him as he denied her release. His beast rumbled in agreement, and it was as welcome as it was unsettling. They never agreed on anything.
By the end of the first day, he was challenged by the human woman, and he accepted her terms, convinced it had nothing to do with lust and everything to do with pride.
End of Chapter 2
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