Author Notes:
ohayo (gozaimasu): means “Good morning.”
onegai: shorter form of “please.”
kimono: Japanese female formal dress.
obi: Japanese female formal belt for a kimono.
Chapter Three of the Hot Springs
When Rin woke up the next morning, she moved her head to the right slightly in order to stretch her neck muscles, and her cheek came in contact with soft fur. Through half-lidded eyes, Rin saw that Jaken was still down the shore from them, removing some food from the bags on Ah-Un. Turning to look at what was brushing her cheek, Rin smiled faintly to see Sesshoumaru’s pelt pulled up around her body. She leaned her head back against Sesshoumaru’s upper arm, looking up into his eyes.
“Ohayo, Rin,” he purred in a low tone. Rin smiled softly, whispering back an ‘ohayo.’ The air smelled clean and fresh, so Rin took in a deep breath, filling her lungs. The movement was very slight, but Rin felt a small twang of discomfort. Remembering that she had three unsightly wounds on her back, Rin wondered what they must look like now. I just hope they’re not infected. Hearing the shifting of fabric as Sesshoumaru lifted his arm, Rin watched his eyes as he laid the pads of his fingers against her cheek, and lightly brushed his thumb over her lips. His eyebrows twitched. Rin didn’t really notice, though, because her eyelids still felt as heav bou boulders, and they sagged shut. Taking another deeper breath, Rin said,
“Today is the last day, ne Sesshoumaru-sama? Then we can go home again.” She had just finished her sentence when she felt her master’s lips brush against hers. A bit surprised, Rin opened her eyes and made a small gasp, which opened her mouth, and Sesshoumaru immediately slipped his tongue inside. Rin made a small noise and let her eyes drift shut again. The kiss was slow, almost tender, and Rin felt her heart clench in her chest. She felt like she had been given an enormous gift. Just thinking about the ceremony they had performed last night, which forever fused their souls together, Rin felt a giddy sensation spreading in her stomach. Sesshoumaru, having held Rin against him all night, waited for the moment when Rin began to show signs of waking. He had pondered all night how to get Rin thinking about him the way he thought about her—knowing it would help with the Sealing Ritual that took place after the marking ceremony. The Sealing Ritual was more complicated and vague than the marking ceremony. The Sealing Ritual required that the female, already marked by the male, and the male, having given the female his personal mark, must spend a lot of time fostering the new union. The ‘fostering’ part was something that many who performed the marking ceremony did not bring to fruition. I’ll make it work.
Pulling his head away, Sesshoumaru looked through a fog of lust at Rin, who gazed at him with need, and Sesshoumaru sniffed the air, smelling her arousal. Pushing the pelt down only a little, he pulled aside the cloth over her chest. Rin inhaled beneath his watchful eyes, a little self-conscious and now a little bit cold. Sesshoumaru watched his index finger and thumb pinch her nipple, which slowly became pert and rosy as he fondled her for a long minute. Rin wanted to squirm, but her back was too sore to allow for much movement. Bending his head, Sesshoumaru laved his tongue over her nipple, and then flicked it a few times. Rin sighed, only slightly gratified. Her right hand found the back of his head, and she splayed her fingers through the glossiness of his hair.
“I l-love it when you do that, Sesshoumaru-sama,” Rin breathed out, trying to be quiet so that Jaken wouldn’t overhear, though if he only turned around, he would probably be able to guess what his master was doing. Breathing warm air over the distended nipple, Sesshoumaru flicked it a few more times before bringing his head up to look at Rin’s face. Her hand was still on the back of his head, and Rin pouted a bit as she opened her eyes to look at him. Closing her undergarments with one hand, Sesshoumaru only whispered,
“I shall keep you ready all day.” Rin wasn’t quite sure what he meant, and moaned in disappointment. Telling her that it was time for them to leave, Sesshoumaru very carefully helped her stand, watching her expressions as her abused back pricked her for every wrong move. Once Rin was on her feet and in her sandals, he placed her kimono and bag in her arms again. He then turned her towards the river and patted her rump in dismissal. Rin obediently walked away, but glanced back once with puppy eyes as she went. Sesshoumaru winked at her and turned to put on his armor. After he finished, he walked towards Jaken, who finally turned away from the river upon hearing Sesshoumaru’s approach. Having been careful not to see anything he shouldn’t, Jaken bowed dutifully. Sesshoumaru stated the direction he wanted to take that day, and Jaken pulled Ah-Un to its feet. Within five minutes, Rin gingerly walked over to them, and Sesshoumaru couldn’t help but notice that her obi was looser, most likely because it hurt her back too much to have it tighter.
“Ohayo-gozaimasu, Jaken-sama! Did you sleep well?” Jaken, seeing the expressionless gaze of his master thrown at him askance, shrugged and mumbled that he had. At least I didn’t hear anything, he thought petulantly. Rin smiled pleasantly at the toad, though she felt as if she wanted to dive into the cold river water. The ache between her legs was going away, but Rin had to mask her discomfort. Though her back was sore, a certain part of her was even sorer, and it longed to have her master there again, pushing his way inside. Rin was determined not to let him get away with teasing her, though. Well, I’ll at least try not to let him get away with it.
Sesshoumaru put his hands around her waist from behind, suddenly reminding Rin’s body of what it wanted, but he only set her on Ah-Un’s back, and Rin grew a bit heated. My body must have a will of its own. Finding a path going in the direction Sesshoumaru desired, Jaken led the way as Sesshoumaru patrolled his lands.
Not much happened for the first hour except for a funny moment when Jaken tripped over a loose stone on the path and fell down. Rin tried her hardest, but she laughed anyway, snickering behind her hands as she attempted to hide the obvious fact that she found the scene amusing. Sesshoumaru paused for a couple of seconds, looking about the area, but then continued on, not turning around. Rin wondered if he did it because he didn’t care that Jaken fell down, or if he believed that Jaken would find it less embarrassing if Sesshoumaru didn’t seem to notice. Either way, the moment passed and they went with their trek as usual. After the first hour, Sesshoumaru stopped suddenly, surprising Rin since she was close to nodding off. He told Jaken that Rin needed a quick break, explaining the need in one short and curt sentence by saying that Rin was pregnant. Rin herself was confused, wondering why she needed a break, and Sesshoumaru, if he hadn’t such control over his emotions, might have grinned evilly, though, for it was only an excuse. Jaken, floored by the news and gawking as Sesshoumaru tugged Rin away, could only make choked sounds instead of sentences, or even single words. Going only as far as to be out of earshot, Sesshoumaru stopped Rin next to a large rock, not quite worthy of the term ‘boulder.’
“Sesshoumaru-sama, do I need a break? I don’t recall mother ever saying that pregnant girls in our village had to—” Rin said, being interrupted by a finger on her lips. Rin felt her heart jump a tad inside her chest. Using the same hand to cup her jaw and open it, Sesshoumaru slowly leaned down and landed a kiss on Rin’s startled mouth. Rin wasn’t sure what was going on, but she decided to assume that the break was to appease his want for some privacy. She felt Sesshoumaru set his hands on her shoulders, and realized that she had her hands clasped together in front of her chest. Pulling her hands apart and bringing them around his waist to unite behind his back, Rin stood close and very willingly let his pillaging continue. Sesshoumaru could feel a long lock of his hair sliding forward over his shoulder, slowly falling as he leaned over Rin. It eventually slid over his shoulder and landed on Rin’s shoulder, grazing her neck. Knowing that they had to be back to the path within a few moments if they were to complete their journey by the end of the day, Sesshoumaru lowered his hands, permitting them to slide over Rin’s chest and down her stomach.
“Hold onto me,” Sesshoumaru whispered against her lips. Rin brought her hands up and gripped Sesshoumaru’s arms. His left hand followed the line of her side and the roamed down her backside before dropping ever further. Sesshoumaru’s lips briefly left Rin’s as he bent his knees and brought his left hand down to her ankle. Sliding it back up, underneath her clothing, Sesshoumaru gripped the back of her knee and lifted as he stood back up. Rin gasped and tightened her hold on his arms. Sesshoumaru brought his leg up as well and set his foot on the rock next to them, hooking Rin’s knee over his thigh. Rin was confused, wondering how far Sesshoumaru planned to go with this since there was a considerably large gap in the front of Rin’s kimono now that her was was up and open. Don’t we have to get back in a few minutes? Sesshoumaru’s right hand then drifted underneath Rin’s arm and appeared again behind her, coming up to hold her shoulder. His left hand easily slipped inside her kimono, and Rin stiffened, gasping again as he very intimately touched her.
“S…Sesshoumaru-sama…” Rin softly said, almost afraid that if she were too loud, someone would find them in this awkward position.
“Just for a little bit,” Sesshoumaru replied, speaking just as softly. Rin made a faint, shaky sound, gripping Sesshoumaru’s arms tightly, as he pressed the pads of his two longest fingers against her body and worked them slowly into her flesh until they found the tiny jewel hiding inside. He rubbed slowly at first, looking down at Rin as she gritted her teeth and shut her eyes. All of Sesshoumaru’s senses were working—his nose sniffed for Rin’s scent of arousal, his fingers massaged her button of nerves, his eyes watched her facial expressions, and his ears listened to the tiny sounds of desperation that squeezed through her clenched teeth. Rin let out another long moan and leaned her forehead against the soft pelt draped over Sesshoumaru’s shoulder. Rin loved the build-up…whether it was fast or slow, just being with Sesshoumaru and having his hands on her was bliss that she wished she had found earlier.
They stood there for a couple of minutes, and Rin was quickly finding herself closer and closer to climax. The sounds of birds chirping around them flitted to her ears, and Rin pressed her forehead farther into the large tuft of fur. Her left leg eventually began to heat up with overexertion, unused to supporting so much of Rin’s weight. She attempted to shift her leg back a bit, using her stomach muscles to do so, and inhaled sharply as the movement intensified the churning heat in her loins. Pressing her hips forward again, she got the same effect and sighed. Sesshoumaru could tell that she was getting much closer now that she had begun to work her abdominals. Just a little longer…
“Uhhhh…” Rin softly moaned, mostly muffled because her face was hidden against his chest. Sesshoumaru tried to keep his hand in place as Rin more eagerly pumped her pelvis, breathing heavily, but his fingers did slip a couple of times, earning disappointed noises from his mate, who only begged him to keep touching her. Sesshoumaru had hoped to come away from this instance without becoming aroused himself, but he realized that he should have known better. Rin kept track of how fast her heart was beating, which was loud enough for her to hear inside her head, and slowly became conscious of Sesshoumaru’s hardening member, which brushed against her stomach. She wasn’t tall enough to simply move her hips against it, but pondered reaching down with her right hand and touching him the way he was touching her.
“Rin…are you thinking of me?” Sesshoumaru hoarsely whispered, feeling his manhood filling with blood as he reached full arousal.
“Of course, Sesshoumaru-sama,” Rin breathlessly replied. She began bucking her hips forward, pulling in air as fast as her lungs could. “My mind is filled with you…” Rin’s voice was starting to shake, but not from the sexual tension. All I think of is you…ever since I realized how much I loved you. Sesshoumaru wondered if Rin was beginning to tire. Deeming it time, he withdrew his hand from between her thighs and pulled her leg off of his, setting it on the ground as he took a couple of steps back. Rin stumbled a bit, losing her grip on his arms when he pulled them away. The confusion on her face was immense. It was one of the most difficult things Sesshoumaru had yet lived through—because Rin practically exuded sex and obviously wanted him back, her face showing lust and a good amount of bewilderment.
“W-…why? Sesshoumaru-sama?” Rin stepped forward once, not caring that her kimono still hung open enough to show her thighs. Sesshoumaru swallowed, seeing the moisture of her arousal seeping down her left thigh. He stepped forward again, and Rin thought to herself that he was going to finish what he had started, but he merely pulled her kimono shut and began to tighten the obi. Rin stared at him throughout the process, not understanding and feeling rejected. She didn’t know what he was up to, and though she trusted him, it still hurt. Backing up, Rin finished with her obi by herself, head down and confused. Sesshoumaru wished he could find another way to go about the Sealing Ritual, but it was the only method he had learned from his father. Once Rin had finished straightening her clothing, Sesshoumaru was glad to note that his own body had calmed down. She turned to walk back towards Jaken, softly muttering to herself as if working out a problem. Sesshoumaru easily gained strides with her and grasped her wrist in his fingers. Rin, a little angry with him but unable to find the conviction…at least for now…to show him her anger, only made a futile effort to get her wrist back, but Sesshoumaru held on.
Arriving at the path again, overgrown as it was, Rin found Jaken and the pack animal waited. Seeing the slightly sour look on Rin’s face somehow frightened Jaken more than seeing the master smile. What does this mean? Jaken, terrified beyond comprehension, set his short legs to walking again, hoping that whatever problem Rin and the master were having did not affect him. Sesshoumaru gently set Rin on top of Ah-Un, carenot not to jostle her too much. Rin pouted at him, hoping he might give her some explanation, but Sesshoumaru merely turned away and walked in front of her as Ah-Un lumbered onward behind him.
It happened the same throughout the day: every three hours or so, Sesshoumaru stopped their odd caravan and pulled Rin off into a bit of seclusion. He varied his methods, sometimes just kissing her until her heart was ready to pound a hole through her ribs. Rin loved it, and hated it. It felt good to be teased; it was exciting and erotic. But it was torment when he pulled away when she was close to orgasm. The fourth time Sesshoumaru stopped their caravan, Jaken grumbled about the annoying habits of pregnant human females as he once again plopped down on the ground, clutching the Staff of Heads as if he were choking it. Rin, as she stumbled along behind her Sesshoumaru-sama, held a blanket that Sesshoumaru had put in her arms. Coming to a small clearing, the sun still barely over the top of the trees, Sesshoumaru took the blanket from Rin’s arms and spread it out. He looked up into the sky, a perfect clear blue, and inhaled deeply, filling his lungs. Turning his head to look at her, he saw Rin look at him with a mixture of exhilaration and trepidation. He reached for her, purring softly, and slid his palms up the outsides of her arms. Rin didn’t move away from him, but didn’t come any closer, either.
“S-sesshoumaru-sama…I don’t think I can stand your teasing much longer. It aches so much, even worse than when you first found me in the hot springs. I-I just—” Rin was hushed by the light pressure of his fingers on her lips, and Sesshoumaru pressed his own lips to the hollow of her right cheek before whispering,
“No more teasing, Rin. I will take you now.” Rin’s eyes closed as her womanhood responded without needing his touch at all. It grew warm and achy, gently throbbing with the blood that was pooling there and pounding through her veins. She heard Sesshoumaru hiss, and his resonating voice continued, “You’re ready even now. Undress and I will take away the ache.” He then pulled back and stepped a few feet away, watching her glazed eyes as he confidently removed his clothing. Rin, not wanting to wait and yet needing to prolong the final climb, tugged at the obi of her kimono, taking her time with it as she unmade the folds and tucks that kept it in place. She licked her dry lips and noticed the pounding of her racing heart. Sesshoumaru dropped his armor to the ground, which thudded against the grass. Pulling the belt that held his hakama closed, Sesshoumaru pushed them past the stiff length that protruded from his pelvis, and his hakama fell to the ground from there. Rin moved her hands faster, hoping to get the obi off quickly since her body was a little more eager than she thought. Sesshoumaru watched her gaze drop down to his now-exposed lower half, and then shyly move to the grass at her feet. Smirking in spite of himself, he continued with his haori, letting it fall off of his broad shoulders to the ground.
Rin finally got her obi off, and almost threw it to the ground, amusing Sesshoumaru somewhat as he waited for her, already nude. Rin, knowing that she was entirely unable to prevent Sesshoumaru from effectively teasing her, wished she had been more assertive. She knew she could have pulled away every time he began his intimate caresses alone in the forest, or even insisted that she didn’t need a break whenever he stopped, but down in her heart, she loved him so much that every one of his touches was precious to her, and she would never pass it up. Lifting her eyes to Sesshoumaru’s face, she held eye contact with her mate as she slipped her hand inside the fold of her under-robe to stroke her left breast, and her knees weakened due to the look on Sesshoumaru’s face. His mouth fell open, and his eyes seemed to get misty and dark. Rin’s gaze slid down his body and paused at the one thing she wanted inside of her own body the most. It seemed to swell a bit more as she fondled herself, staring at him.
“R—…Rin.” Unable to form any other words, Sesshoumaru took a step towards her. Tilting her head back slightly, she pushed her under-robe off her shoulders and let it join her kimono on the grass. Then Stepping to the side, she sat down on the blanket and lied back. With Sesshoumaru standing directly in front of the her, she slowly spread her thighs, knees in the air. Opened wide for him, Rin watched Sesshoumaru growl, his length swelling to its fullest. He fell to his knees, slipping his arms under her knees and letting them settle in the crooks of his arms. Then holding her wide open, he planted his hands to either side of her waist so that her feet were in the air and her knees were close to the ground. Rin, having not been in the position before, gasped a little, both in surprise and in pain since the action pulled the skin on her back and rubbed it against the cloth beneath her. She held the only thing she could and clutched at Sesshoumaru’s wrists.
Sesshoumaru, his mind too fogged with lust to think about much else besides their surroundings and being inside Rin, didn’t process Rin’s gasp and so continued to hold her there. Placing his hips at the right angle, he pressed the tip of his member a small way into her body, letting it work past her lips and the first group of muscles until the head had penetrated. Rin took a couple of calming breaths, thankful that the initial pain was quickly receding as her skin adjusted to her new position. Looking down into Rin’s eyes, Sesshoumaru pressed in slowly and listened as Rin let out a loud, breathy groan.
“Hai…uhhnnn…I’ve wanted you inside me all day,” Rin said, closing her eyes to let her senses concentrate on what she was feeling. Sesshoumaru took a few heartbeats to catch his breath and adjusted the angle of his pelvis. He put himself even deeper into her body, bucking forward with his thigh muscles. Rin’s mouth burst open, letting out a cry. “Uhhh!! …Sesshoumaru-sama, make love to me…onegai,” Rin fitfully sighed. Rolling his hips as he pushed into her, Sesshoumaru set a fast pace. Rin, looking up at the unmasked expression on his face, which was framed by a curtain of silver hair hanging down and bits of blue sky peeking through, felt the sensation she had craved all day beginning to climb down her body, close to reaching a peak. But something else was trailing along with that sensation. It was warm and filling, like she was being swallowed up by love personified.
“M-master…it feels so good. Onegai, don’t stop.” Sesshoumaru adjusted the angle of his hips again and pushed in hard, pumping deep. Rin made a long, high moan, and her voice shook every second or so as her body was jerked backward underneath the power of Sesshoumaru’s driving hips. Sesshoumaru could her the light slap of skin against skin and kept his current pace, seeing that Rin was starting to stiffen as her climax neared. He took a few seconds to look down between their bodies and watch himself entering her over and over again, finding the sight to be mesmerizing.
“I can’t stop now, love…just feel me inside you…R-Rin,” Sesshoumaru panted, feeling the heat crawling up his length slowly but fiercely.
“Mmmm… Sesshoumaru-sama…” Rin clamped her fingers around his wrists, needing something to grip as the wonderfully searing fingers of orgasm began working their way inside her body. “So good! Uhhh, so gooood! Uhhhh…uhhhhhh!!!” Every muscle in Rin’s body tensed up, and she saw gray at the edges of her vision, dizzy from all the blood flowing fast through her veins. Every inch of her skin tingled and she felt a small gush of liquid push its way out, her inner muscles flexing and thudding around her mate’s flesh, which he had left entrenched inside her warm depths. Rin cried out, her voice high and shaky, and Sesshoumaru groaned low, his seed spilling into her.
“Right there, love…” Sesshoumaru gruffly said. He also felt the same warm and filling sensation. It flooded his body as fast as his essence shot out. Every muscle stood at attention on his perspiring back, which made a few of the locks of his hair stick to his skin. He could just imagine the way they looked right now, just as he could see the ecstasy on Rin’s face. She was beautiful. Letting her feet touch the ground again, he braced his weight on his forearms and touched his chest to hers, laying his head on her shoulder as Rin brought her hands up to grip his biceps. It was a full minute later that the last of her muscles contractions ceased, and Sesshoumaru nuzzled her neck, enjoying the reassurance he felt as he picked up the scent of his pup forming inside Rin’s belly.
“Do you feel better now?” His chest had rumbled as he spoke, and Rin licked her lips in order to answer him.
“Hai, Sesshoumaru-sama. But if you do that again, I don’t think my body can handle it. I feel so tired…I feel really good, but tired.” He chuckled, a sound Rin was surprised to hear, and she hugged him closer to her.
“It almost was too much for me as well. You’re so responsive. Many times today, I had to stop myself from throwing you onto your hands and knees right there. I didn’t want to get too rough with you, especially since you’re in a delicate state now.” Rin reveled in every word, exhilarated that he spoke that many sentences to her in a row. He was so taciturn, after all. Running her hands through his hair and petting behind his ears, she replied,
“A little roughness is okay.” Sesshoumaru smiled against her neck.
“I’ll have to remember that,” he growled, giving her neck a small lick. Rin pulled his mane of hair off of his back and scittered her nails along his sides, not yet wanting him to take his body from between her thighs just yet.
“Why did you do this today, though? I don’t understand, Sesshoumaru-sama.” Sesshoumaru didn’t answer for a couple of seconds, but he did rise up onto his forearms, letting his face hover a few inches over Rin’s. He looked down at her artistically sculpted features, wondering why he hadn’t taken her for his own a year ago, when her body was ripe.
“After the marking ceremony, our minds and souls must foster the new union, and in order to keep your thoughts on me the whole of today, I kept your body wanting me. It was the only method I had learned.” He was expecting Rin to frown at him just then, but she smiled instead, making Sesshoumaru’s eyebrows pinch together in confusion.
“But Sesshoumaru-sama, even if you hadn’t….even before we first made love and confessed to each other in the hot springs, I thought about you almost constantly. I wanted you so badly,” Rin whispered, squeezing her thighs against his hips. “I wanted your love, your heart and soul…and of course,” Rin smiled, “I wanted your body as well—most definitely that.” Rin let lightly scraped her nails over Sesshoumaru’s back. “My way of thinking would not change so quickly, master. I still think about you constantly.” Sesshoumaru’s mouth had slowly fallen open during the course of Rin’s dialogue, and her words of loyalty and love filled his heart.
Pulling out of her body, he leaned back, helping her to sit up. Wincing as she did so, Sesshoumaru’s eyebrows came together in concern and he leaned forward to check her back. The chafing of their movements on the blanket had irritated the welts in her back, and Sesshoumaru’s jaw tightened. I shouldn’t have been so rough. Those will need to be washed when we stop tonight. He took hold of her hands, pulling her to her feet, and then proceeded to dress her in order to keep her from pulling too much on the skin on her back. She stepped off the blanket and watched him dress, her face coloring a bit as she eyed his hind end. Though she had every right to ogle him as much as she wanted, she still felt a bit wanton and awkward doing so, and thus averted her eyes, but kept the image in her mind. It took him longer to dress than to undress, and Rin was yawning by the time he had finished. He pulled the blanket off the ground, bunched it into a ball and put it in her arms. Then sliding her kimono up her legs a bit before gripping the backs of her thighs, he lifted her up in his arms. Rin put one arm around her master’s neck and laid her head on his shoulder, closing her eyes as he walked back to where Jaken waited.
Jaken was sleeping again, snoring loudly as he leaned up against a tree. Ah-Un was in a similar state, its two heads bobbing up and down as it fought sleep. Hearing footsteps, Ah-Un came to attention and slowly got to its feet. Setting Rin on its back, she leaned onto one of the pack animals’ necks, sleepy from all the physical activity she had endured the entire day. Sesshoumaru, unable to help himself, smoothed the backs of his fingers down her silky cheek. Turning to where Jaken sat drooling, Sesshoumaru said Jaken’s name, but kept his voice low enough to not disturb Rin. Jaken squawked and fell over before scrambling around to stand in front of the master.
“We have two more hours to go. Rin won’t need any more stops, but find a place that has cool water, Jaken. Go.” The ugly little toad bowed low enough to cause his hat to tumble off his head. Snatching it up, he ran ahead, his squat little body waddling away. Sesshoumaru followed at a slower pace with Ah-Un clomping along behind him.~~~~~~Sunset~~~~~~
Rin was aware of Sesshoumaru’s hands pulling her into his arms when she began to come awake again, and was grateful that he took care not to unnecessarily touch the wounds on her back. She was too tired to place her arm around his neck, but vaguely thought to herself that he wouldn’t drop her anyway. Inhaling his scent as he walked them somewhere, Rin almost fell asleep again. When he stopped walking, she heard him softly grumble her name, and he nuzzled her temple. Rin pulled herself out of the fog of sleep to open her eyes and look around. They were at the bank of a small creek, which ran down a rocky, tree-choked hill. Judging by the light, the sun had set about fifteen minutes before they had stopped, and Rin mumbled that she was ready for bed.
“Rin, I must wash your back to prevent infection. Your human body needs the cleansing.” Rin nodded against his collarbone, and she felt him lower her to the ground. Propping her up as he took a knee, Sesshoumaru loosened her obi, watching to see if she was still awake, and pushed down the shoulders of her kimono, trying not to pay attention to the soft skin or the breasts he had exposed. After having made love to Rin at a steady pace for the past two days, Sesshoumaru knew he couldn’t impose on her now, reminding himself of a human’s stamina. It did not stop his body, though, from showing its appreciation of the naked girl leaning on his chest at the moment.
He pooled some of the cold water into his hand and brought it to her back, letting it dribble down the claw marks. Rin made a tiny, half-hearted sound of protest and stiffened a bit when the cold water hit her warm skin, but it did much to cool the swollen area, and she snuggled closer into his arms as he patted her skin with a cloth. From another bag he had brought from the pack animal, he shook a small amount of thick liquid onto the pads of his fingers, and gently applied the salve to her back. It dried quickly, caked over the wounds, and he carefully pulled her undergarments back up around her body, his jaw tightening as he fought for control over his arousal.
Rin, coming a bit more awake, opened her eyes to see Sesshoumaru’s chest in front of her, and felt him adjusting her clothing as he finished his ministrations to the marks on her back. Her eyes dropped a bit lower, and she saw the strain against his clothing that bespoke of a demon in need. Her back hurt too much for her to offer her body to him, so she simply reached for the ties in his clothing, an idea surfacing in her sleepy mind.
Sesshoumaru, feeling her hands freeing his arousal from the confines of his clothes, purred as he brushed his lips against her temple. His voice was low and gruff,
“Did you forget that I only wanted to be inside your body when I release my seed? I…” he paused, her hands slipping inside his robes, “appreciate your concern, but you need sleep.” He bared his teeth and snarled a bit when she found his manhood and wrapped one hand around it, bringing it out of his clothing.
“Hai, Sesshoumaru-sama. But you will be inside me when you…release,” she said haltingly, embarrassed to say it even now. Sesshoumaru shuddered at the implication in her words, and placed his hands on her shoulders. Her kimono, now quite rumpled and bunched around her hips, was where he settled his gaze as her body bent to bring her head down. He had always wanted to feel her lips on his engorged flesh, and it was all he could do to not dig his claws into her shoulders when she finally tod hid him.
Rin gently licked the topside of his arousal, contemplating the taste of his body, and finding that it suited him perfectly. Above her head, she heard Sesshoumaru’s chest rumble with a deep growl, and slid his length partially into her mouth, testing to see if that felt good to him, too. When she felt his grip tighten on her shoulders and heard his breath catch in his throat, she pulled her lips down his arousal, letting it slide along her tongue. Sesshoumaru gritted his teeth, his breath catching in the back of his throat. He was mostly shocked at how fast his body was reacting. How can I be this close this fast? Remembering all the times he had pleasured himself during the past year, thinking of Rin, a good chunk of the fantasies that elicited the more intense reactions consisted of Rin’s head in his lap. Even now, his heart was pounding and he could feel the pulse of blood in his entire body, moving in time to the quick beats of his heart. Sesshoumaru, having never lost control of his body in his life, was fighting to keep from pumping into her hot little mouth and howling at the sky. Rin’s head bobbed faster when she realized how much he liked it.
“Rin…” Sesshoumaru gasped, quickly going out of his mind. It’s too much. I haven’t climaxed this fast before, and it’s too much. His mind wanted his hands to stop her, but they didn’t obey. They stayed on her shoulders, squeezing them as the tension swiftly mounted. He wanted to make this moment last longer—after all, it was a favorite fantasy of his to have Rin crouched between his legs—but it was the first time, and Rin had spontaneously thought of it without any suggestions from him.
“I…uhhhh,” Sesshoumaru groaned, though it sounded more like a dog’s growl. All too soon, the warmth of his peak was filtering up his arousal, coming hard and fast. Sesshoumaru gasped her name again, throwing his head back as she held him in her mouth, waiting for him to climax and rubbing her tongue along the tip in order to coax his body into submission. Loudly groaning to the treetops, he spilled himself into her warm, wet mouth, biting his lip at how her mouth seemed to suction away his seed. Rin found the taste to be too salty, but swallowed his seed, glad to be able to bring her master to orgasm when he had already brought her so many times. She felt his hands loosen their death grip on her shoulders, and his hair tickled her neck as his head dropped down, a satisfied, low sigh falling to her ears. She released his flesh from her mouth, licking the last of the moisture from her lips and leaning back. His head still hung down a bit, but he finally raised it, a feral look in his eyes, which got a shiver running up Rin’s spine.
“Arigatou, Rin. But when we get home, I’ll make sure to return the favor…many times.” His voice was low and deep, and Rin’s breaths quickened. Sesshoumaru seemed to snap out of it, and tucked himself back into his clothing. Pulling the wrinkled kimono from under her, Rin clutched it to her chest as he once again lifted her, walking them back to the fire that Jaken had started. The toad had laid out the blanket next to the fire and had left out some food for Rin, but was already asleep on the roots of a tree about forty feet away. Sesshoumaru sat behind her back, feeding the strips of meat to her as each silently enjoyed the other’s company. After Rin finished and took a few swallows of the bowl of water that had been sitting to the side, she lied down with her back to the fire and snuggled into her master’s chest as he supported her head with his arm and rested his hand on her hip.
Inhaling the scent of her hair, Sesshoumaru drew his claws through the strands of hair that were resting on her cheek, pulling it away from her face as he rested his cheek on her temple. Rin, from the hollow his neck where she had tucked her nose, spoke a muffled comment,
“How long will it be until we get home, Sesshoumaru-sama?”
“We will take a faster route home, and should arrive by nightfall. Ah-Un will take us there directly.” Rin sighed against his throat, more contented than she had ever been. “I love you.” Wondering if Rin was asleep yet, he didn’t have long to wait for an answer. He felt tears on his neck at his softly spoken words, and held Rin closer to his body.
“I love you, too. Just keep me with you.” Rin’s voice cracked a bit, and Sesshoumaru rubbed circles into her shoulder.
“Aa, my love. That’s a promise.”
From across the clearing, Jaken relaxed a bit, having strained his ears to catch some of their conversation. Glad to be headed back home soon, he resignedly admitted to himself that he was happy for them. After all, if the master was happy, then he wouldn’t get hit so much.
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*Also* heavily revised, this chapter reads a little less awkwardly and is a bit more realistic than it was before.
~~Sincerely,
The Black Cat