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Save Me	By : Angels9191 Category: InuYasha > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 8166 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Foxy
- 2-Powerless
- 3-Submerged
- 4-Savior
- 5-Dedication
- 6-Tests
- 7-Behind the Mask
- 8-Arrival
- 9-Mine
- 8
- 9
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Chapter 9 – Mine

A satisfied demon lord stepped into a pair of comfortable house shoes as he left his bedroom to pay a visit to Takahiro. He welcomed the image of Kitaru tied up and hanging naked from the ceiling into his mind. Just the thought of the boy aroused and waiting for him was enough to get Sesshomaru into a predatory mindset. He couldn’t wait to get back and sink his teeth into his new little pet.
He walked without hurry to his most trusted advisor’s chambers. Takahiro was another raccoon demon, and also Yuka the head maid’s uncle. Their family had been serving the Inu family for many years, and Takahiro was one of the last advisors who had also served Inu no Taisho. Sesshomaru had known him his entire life, and placed a trust in him that he had never dared place in anyone besides Taisho himself.
The youkai lord had planned to see Takahiro upon his return, but it seemed the man was a step ahead of him. He wondered if the wise youkai already knew about the treachery under their roof.
When he reached the senior advisor’s plain door he waited an instant before walking in, to give Takahiro a moment. Sesshomaru didn’t need to knock; one, because with only demons inhabiting the palace they all could sense his aura minutes before he actually arrived, and two, because it was his castle, and he had every right to enter into any room unannounced. It was out of personal respect that Sesshomaru waited a few seconds before opening the door.
Takahiro was standing when the door opened and bowed at the waist when Sesshomaru walked in. For once, Sesshomaru bowed back, not nearly as low of course, “Takahiro,” he said in greeting.
“Sesshomaru-sama,” the old man responded, straightening again and giving his lord a small smile. The man was older than Sesshomaru and it showed. His once black hair was now streaked with white that started at his temples and flowed up into the high ponytail he wore. He wore simple, black and white clothes that looked comfortable and roomy on him. He wasn’t a fighter, as his kind, brown eyes displayed clearly. His power lay in the mind. There was a reason Takahiro had been around for so long, even after Taisho’s disgraceful death.
Both men sat down on comfortable cushions before a low table that held a teapot and two glasses as well as paper, quill and ink. Takahiro poured the tea, filling his lord’s first, and then his as he began the conversation. “It is good you are back, my lord. You’ll forgive me if I skip the chatter and get straight to the point?” he asked. His voice was rich and full, like his niece’s but much lower, his words carefully set onto his tongue before he spoke them.
“It is the reason I keep you around,” Sesshomaru replied with one of his almost smiles.
The raccoon youkai chuckled, “I hope not the only reason, my lord,” he replied gruffly. His expression grew serious again as he got to the point of their audience. “Tell me, have you learned anything in your travels?”
Sesshomaru glanced at him from over the rim of his teacup, “Much,” he answered before taking a sip.
The older man nodded, intelligent brown eyes catching on quickly. “Tell me.”
The Inu demon set the cup down and laced his fingers together as he spoke, his voice in an undertone, “There are matters that need to be investigated. I fear I have been away for too long, and some members of the household have become too bold.”
Takahiro nodded, taking a sip as well. “I’ve come to the same conclusion,” he said. Sesshomaru noticed how the man didn’t say anything outright, and realized that even this conversation may not be private. It frustrated him to think he had to watch what he said in his own palace, but if Takahiro believed there could be other ears listening, that was good enough for Sesshomaru to guard his words as well.
“Do you have any ideas?” he asked, voice a quiet rumble.
The man shook his head, setting down his tea. “Nothing of note,” he said as he reached for the quill and scratched out a list of seven names on one of the sheets of paper.
Sesshomaru was a little surprised. He knew the advisor was a cautious man, but was he seriously concerned enough to not even say the names aloud? That fact alone was enough to alarm him. When Sesshomaru glanced at the list of names though, one caught his eye and he had to struggle to contain his anger. He looked back up to Takahiro who gazed steadily back at him. “Her?” Sesshomaru growled.
The man nodded, “It is a possibility, my lord,” he said.
Sesshomaru ground his teeth together a little before burying his concerns for a later date. He nodded and Takahiro took the paper and leaned over to place it into the small fireplace crackling next to them. Yet another precaution. “So, my lord has taken on a new companion?” the older man asked, tone curious.
Sesshomaru picked up his tea again, expression unreadable. “Indeed.”
“Another to add to the collection?” Takahiro asked, mild amusement in his tone, though the demon lord could sense his disapproval.
Sesshomaru took a moment to answer. “Perhaps,” he only said. He hadn’t expected the old man to take an interest in his newest pet. It was a rather personal business.
“I’ve heard the new addition is hanyou,” the man said carefully.
Ah, so that was it. Sesshomaru remained impassive, “You’ve heard correctly.”
Takahiro nodded at this, thinking for a moment as they both sipped their tea. “I… must say, I’m rather surprised,” he said finally.
“Do you think it unwise?”
“I do not doubt that there are some who would hurt him if they had the chance. Though I do not doubt for a second your ability to protect him, if you so choose.”
Sesshomaru caught the hint in the words. “I know the details of our problem, Takahiro,” he said, referring to the hanyou torture camp that Kitaru had described, “It is completely unacceptable.” He paused for a moment before adding, “and I will not let a possession of mine be harmed or damaged in any way.”
A strange look passed over the old man’s face, and Sesshomaru arched an eyebrow at him in question.
Takahiro shook his head, a strange smile on his face, “Your father would be proud of you…”
Sesshomaru blinked at this, remaining carefully expressionless as usual. He and the raccoon demon hadn’t always agreed on things, especially after Taisho’s death, and they’d avoided talking about his father ever since Takahiro had insinuated that
Sesshomaru would never be as great as Inu no Taisho. Takahiro had been lucky to keep his life.
Sesshomaru never thought he’d hear those words leave the old demon’s lips. He wasn’t sure how he felt about them. “Takahiro… why did you stay here?” he asked finally.
The wise old raccoon’s eyes warmed, “Oh, Sesshomaru… why didn’t you send me away?” he countered with a chuckle.
The demon lord returned the smile with a modest one of his own, “I hoped my father hadn’t been completely wrong about you,” he answered.
Takahiro gave a hearty laugh at this and poured them more tea. “What’s the boy’s name?” he asked lightly.
“Kitaru,” Sesshomaru answered smoothly.
Takahiro nodded, “Would you like him to learn to read and write?”
Sesshomaru smiled again, “Are you offering?”
“Of course.”
“I would. I would also like him to learn some castle etiquette appropriate to his position,” the youkai lord said.
The old man gave a wry smile, “There aren’t many sets rules for how hanyou should behave in the palace,” he replied.
Sesshomaru cocked an eyebrow at him, “I trust you,” he said. He knew it was a losing battle, and that Kitaru would always face ridicule for being what he was. Sesshomaru also realized this attitude was mostly his fault. Well… things would be different now.
Takahiro smiled enough to crinkle the corners of his eyes. “Very well, my lord,” he said fondly.

Kitaru’s emotions were completely in turmoil. He was undeniably turned on by the plug and from being strung up like this. But he was also terrified of being in a dungeon, even such a nice, clean one. He remembered the shack where he’d been taken along with the other hanyou he was expected to hurt. He’d be brought in; they’d be waiting there, usually girls, but sometimes boys. They would be tied up and already beaten and bloody, naked but for the shackles. There would always be a demon there, watching, making sure Kitaru made it as painful and traumatizing as he could. It didn’t matter that the fox was small, not when he was being forced to rape children.
He squeezed his eyes shut and took a few shuddering breaths, forcing the memories away. He wasn’t there anymore. This wasn’t some miserable dump where nightmares were made real. This was master Sesshomaru’s private chamber.
Which brought the fox back to what he was supposed to be thinking about while his master was away. Sesshomaru thought his worries were pointless? Well that was… comforting, in a way. Did that mean he wasn’t ruined?
The fox frowned and wondered what his future would be with the youkai lord. He was to be trained? Trained for what? To be Sesshomaru’s sex toy?
The thought did have a certain ring to it. Kitaru shivered despite himself at the thought of how Sesshomaru took him. That first night, when master had taken his virginity…
But there was failure down that road as well. It was only a matter of time before he was used up. He thought about the damage that sort of position under Sesshomaru would do to his body and his mind. He didn’t want to be useless, and he didn’t want to be thrown out after a few years.
Also, if his worries were pointless then why hadn’t Sesshomaru desired him over the past few days of travel? Kitaru had expected, had dearly wanted, Sesshomaru to take him after those human boys. He still felt disgusting, still felt their sweaty hands on him, even after the bath. But Sesshomaru hadn’t.
He must have deserved it. The hanyou’s stomach tightened and his head sagged against his chest. He deserved what had happened; Sesshomaru knew what he’d done in the past, and the rape was punishment for his actions. The youkai might not think he was ruined, but that didn’t mean he didn’t think the punishment suitable.
Now that he thought about it, he really did deserve something like that. It was a perfect way to repay all the harm and pain he’d done to so many others in his past. Though, if it were to truly be made even, Kitaru would have to be thrown to a whole town’s worth of boys to have their way with him.
The last thing he deserved were those strong, warm arms around him, pinning him down, taking their pleasure from his body, and then holding him close afterwards. That was all Kitaru wanted, and it was everything he shouldn’t be allowed to receive.
That train of thought continued, and the fox sunk deeper and deeper into a depressed, worthless state, until he heard his master’s footsteps approaching down the secret passage. He shivered, knowing for sure Sesshomaru would confirm his worries.
Sesshomaru slowly made his way down the stairs, deep in thought from his talk with Takahiro. The list of names the old demon had shown him was seared into his mind, a couple names sticking out rather painfully. He was quite eager to get back to his little slave. He was sure Kitaru would be nice and frustrated by now.
He went through the many doors it took to get to his private chamber, and then descended the last few stairs into the dungeon. He raised a delicate brow at the sight, taking in the hanyou’s energy and mood.
He had obviously not gained what Sesshomaru had wanted him to with the assignment he’d left him with. His aura was filled with guilt and shame, as well as a hefty measure of self-pity. “What have you been thinking about, slave?” he asked.
Kitaru glanced at him, and then back down at the floor. How could he answer this? “My… worries are pointless?” he said, the comment turning into a question at the end.
Sesshomaru came closer, “Yes. And what have you determined?”
Kitaru pouted and continued to stare at the floor. “I deserved what those boys did,” he said, almost a whisper. “It was a punishment… for my past actions.”

Sesshomaru stared at him for a few seconds, expressionless. That’s what the hanyou had determined after little over an hour to his thoughts? Kitaru cringed as he felt only his master’s growing anger, mistakenly believing that he was right, and that Sesshomaru wanted him to be ashamed for what he’d done.
The demon lord stalked to the wall of bondage gear and grabbed what looked like a small leather bag. He returned to the hanyou and slipped the boy’s flaccid member into the pouch, fastening it snuggly with the leather strap that buckled behind his balls. Kitaru watched him, wondering what the thing was for.
When it was attached, Sesshomaru grabbed the boy by his throat, choking him a little and forcing his eyes back up. Kitaru flinched at the look in his master’s eyes. They were as hard as diamonds, and were so cold they nearly turned the hanyou’s heart to ice. “So then you’ve forgotten what I told you that night.”
Kitaru looked a little panicked, “U-um… that I am only yours to pleasure and punish?” he squeaked out, the hand constricting his vocal cords.
“Yes. That includes those detestable humans. What is it going to take to get through your head that you are mine, slave?” Sesshomaru hissed, his quiet voice much scarier than if he were to shout.
Kitaru didn’t answer, but he felt himself getting a little aroused –
And yelped in pain as his cock was pricked by dozens of tiny, sharp objects. A pleased look passed over the demon’s face and he let go of the boy’s throat. The fox looked down at the leather bag filled with his small cock, and realized in horror that the bag was lined with sharp little pins.
Sesshomaru went back to the wall and retrieved a pair of butterfly clamps connected by a chain. “You want punishment, I will show what real punishment is,” he rumbled, half to himself.
Kitaru stared at him and grimaced as the evil little bag pricked his cock. What was he supposed to do?! He didn’t know how to stop his erection, especially when Sesshomaru treated him roughly like this…
Sesshomaru saw the look of panic and frustration as he approached again, and the sadistic part of him celebrated. “Get used to it, slave. You will have to learn that even your arousal is under my control.” He attached the clamps to the boy’s nipples, the predator in him purring at the look of pain and the grimace the clamps brought from the boy. The youkai gave the chain a good tug, and was satisfied by the bright red the fox’s little nips turned and the yelp the tug provoked.
Next, Sesshomaru retrieved a long length of plain silk cord, and tied one end to the center of the chain connecting the clamps, and the other he looped between the boy’s legs and attached to the end of the plug. He pulled it taught so that there was a constant tug on Kitaru’s hard little nubs, getting another pained look and groan from the boy.
The demon lord stepped back to admire his slave. Kitaru’s tail was twitching back and forth in agitation, his face set in a grimace as the chain trailing from his nipples pulled them into an angry red color. Sesshomaru took a slow breath through his nose, taking in the scent of the hanyou’s embarrassment and discomfort.
“I think you need one more piece,” he murmured. Kitaru looked up at him with wide, almost scared eyes. Sesshomaru went back to the bondage wall once more and picked another length of silk fabric, shorter this time. He returned once again and tied it around Kitaru’s mouth, effectively gagging him though still leaving his mouth open enough so the youkai would be able to hear all of those delicious screams. Kitaru whined, but didn’t stop him.
Sesshomaru turned the boy on the chain so that his back was facing him and played with the plug a little, sighing in pleasure at each of the hanyou’s groans and yelps, the clamps continuing to pull and tug. “Are you aroused little slave?” he purred into his ear.
Kitaru whimpered around the gag and nodded. His legs lifted and he tried to remove the little leather bag with his thighs. Sesshomaru grabbed the chain and started pulling, the clamps tightening as they were pulled. The fox gasped and gave a high-pitched whine, his legs going limp even as his tail twitched and swished back and forth.

“Good boy. You are to keep that on until I decide you can have an erection.”
Sesshomaru next went to the wall of whips and chose one of his favorites. Oh sure, he could use his poison whip, but there was something satisfying about the smooth leather in his palm, and the skill it took to wield the tool. It was a simple instrument, made of heavy black leather and about 7 feet long. From his position Kitaru could see what his master was doing, and when he saw the whip his eyes clouded with want, and then quickly morphed into pained frustration as his cock tried to get hard again.
Sesshomaru stared coolly at him, the whip grasped loosely in one hand. “I will say this once more, slave. Do not make me say it again. You are mine. Your body, your heart, and your soul. Your pleasure is mine. Your pain is mine. Any reward you receive will be given by me, and so will any punishment. Not the lowliest human scum nor the highest demon in my court may carry out those rights unless it is my express wish that they do so.”
Sesshomaru let the whip fly. Hard. It struck Kitaru across the belly and the boy screamed around the gag. Not only did it have the sting, but the heavy leather also bruised where it hit. Kitaru whimpered and sagged in his bonds, his breathing already quick and irregular.

The youkai lord continued, voice growing colder, “You need to become accustomed to the fact that I will not always want to take you. That is not your decision, nor is it my responsibility to fuck you each time you are wanting. I do not need another warm piece of flesh to wet my cock, I need a slave who can still think with more than his genitalia.”
Kitaru flinched at his master’s tone. His heart was thudding against his chest as he listened. He was afraid of the youkai’s growing anger, but at the same time he could hardly believe the words. Sesshomaru wanted more than a sex slave? What could he possibly give the great demon other than more problems?
He screamed again as the whip lashed his chest, blood prickling up through his skin. Sesshomaru skillfully avoided the silk cord; it wouldn’t do to have it snap.
“Never forget that you found me, slave. You sought my help. Therefore you must abide by my rules. If you want master to fuck you, you’ll have to work a little harder.”
CRACK. Kitaru shrieked and whimpered.
“And never, never forget that you proved to me your loyalty and your dedication once. If you wish for me to keep you, to keep you under my roof, my bed sheets, under me, then you would benefit from forgetting this idiotic self-punishment and focus on how you can please me.”
CRACK.
“You did NOT deserve what that human trash did to you.”
CRACK.
“You did NOT deserve the torture you received in that camp.”

CRACK.
“And if you continue to think in those terms you, most certainly, do not deserve a place in my palace, let alone my bed.”
Kitaru was nearly gasping for breath, his chest and stomach bloody and bruised. But at those last words he looked up to meet eyes with his master. Sesshomaru watched and saw a boiling pot of emotions within the fox. Defiance, sorrow, rage, fear… all of them fighting for first place. His eyes were brimming, but he refused to let the tears fall as he hung limp from the ceiling.
Sesshomaru didn’t let any emotion show as he turned to put the whip back in its place. He knew he’d hit a nerve or two, which was exactly what he’d wanted. The hanyou needed a reality check, and what his slave needed, he would get.
“Let us try this again. Think about my words, and if you appreciate your flesh you will not wallow in self-pity again,” the youkai said, his tone bored.
And with that, he left Kitaru alone once again.

Two hours later Sesshomaru had seen to some menial matters that probably could have been done without him, but he needed to pass the time. He wrote a pair of letters to contacts he had in the far reaches of his territory, sent them on their way, and then decided it was time to return to his hanyou.
He could smell tears and dried blood and could practically taste the boy’s misery from the stairway leading to his lower chambers. But what brought a small, satisfied smile to his face was the smell of determination mixed into all of that. It seemed that his little slave had finally learned something.
He entered the chamber, and watched Kitaru shiver as he let his aura wash over the room. The Inu demon approached his slave and removed the gag with one deft motion. “Have you thought about my words slave?” he asked.

“Yes, master,” Kitaru whispered. He sounded exhausted.
“And what have you determined?” he asked again, though this time his voice had the barest hint of gentleness.
The fox swallowed before saying in a small voice, “I… I want only to please you master. And… and trying to punish myself doesn’t please you.”
Sesshomaru nodded, “Anything else?” he rumbled.
Kitaru finally looked up to him, and met those golden eyes. His own emeralds were pained, but there was something in them that had changed, and it made Sesshomaru once again remember how young this hanyou was. “I… I just want to be yours, master Sesshomaru,” he whispered. “I just-“ his voice broke and he bit his lip, eyes suspiciously shiny.
Sesshomaru once again felt a stirring in his cold heart at the words. He gently removed the clamps and the plug, letting them drop to the floor to clean at a later date. Next came the chastity bag, which he saw with satisfaction had left tiny pinpricks of blood all over Kitaru’s soft cock. He let that fall as well. Kitaru moaned as each piece came off, shivering as he was finally relieved of all the discomfort.
He gasped and moaned again as Sesshomaru wrapped one arm securely around his waist. Oh that touch, that warm, iron strong body near his was almost too much to bear after being so deprived. The youkai reached up with his free hand to undo the shackles, holding Kitaru easily as he was released and fell limply over his shoulder.
Sesshomaru gathered Kitaru in his arms, holding him to his chest with one arm and steadying him with the other. The boy wilted against him, exhausted from his trials and inexplicably drawn to the youkai’s dominant energy. Sesshomaru didn’t mind at all.
He left his lower quarters, being careful to shut and lock all the doors behind him. He carried his tired slave to his bedroom, idly stroking his soft tail along the way. The youkai moved around the room to snuff out the candles he’d lit earlier while he was writing those letters. It was almost dark now, and the only light in the room came from the clear twilight sky outside the large bay window.
Sesshomaru laid Kitaru down onto the comfortable bed before sinking over top of him. The fox looked up to him, eyes huge and bright in the dim light. Sesshomaru gave him a small smile and loosed his kimono, letting it fall open to reveal his chest and shoulders.

He watched the slave get hard at just the sight. He’d learn eventually to ask before allowing himself to become aroused, but that was another lesson for a different day. Sesshomaru knew his little slave had made a huge step today, and he planned on rewarding him.

The big man curled around Kitaru, arms circling his small frame and bringing him in, smothering him with his aura. The fox moaned softly, and cautiously placed a hand on the youkai’s bare chest. When he wasn’t stopped, the boy gulped and continued to run his fingers over his master’s body, feeling the curve of muscle, the defined collarbones, and the skin as smooth as the silk his master wore. His heart beat into his throat; finally, he was able to touch Sesshomaru.
Sesshomaru smiled and took a deep, relaxed breath as the fox hanyou felt him. He dipped his head down and let himself go a bit, latching his mouth and teeth onto the meat of the boy’s neck where it met his shoulder. Kitaru gave a soft cry of pleasure at the action, and his body moved restlessly under his master, starved for affection. Sesshomaru put one large hand on his chest, holding him down, and sucked on the flesh in his mouth.
Kitaru’s eyes rolled back a little, loving the pressure of being pushed into the bed and how his master nipped and sucked his flesh. He felt the youkai’s tongue lap at his skin, his teeth sharp and biting. The fox whined as Sesshomaru poured his dominant energy over him, the bite securing his unbreakable dominance even more.
As Sesshomaru made his mark on the boy’s neck he traced the bruised lines of the whip and tweaked the fox’s already sore and swollen nipples. His aura flared with lust as each action made Kitaru shiver and whine, wordlessly begging for more. Sesshomaru obliged him. With a possessive growl he grabbed the boy’s ankles and pulled his knees up toward his ears, leaving his ass wide open. The Inu demon finally let go of Kitaru’s neck and grinned predatorily at the boy. Kitaru gazed up at him, his eyes foggy with need, his abused cock hard and leaking.
“What are you?” the youkai purred.
Kitaru whined and whispered, “Yours, master.” He had no qualms about saying it. He wanted nothing more. He was too exhausted to try to pretend to resist his master.
Sesshomaru nodded, “Very good. You will never be anyone else’s. Only I am allowed to do this to you,” he rumbled as he tugged on his kimono, revealing his hard muscle, and placed it against Kitaru’s opening.
The young hanyou sucked in a breath and gave Sesshomaru a look of guileless trust, and it made him look his age again. He nodded, shivering with anticipation, “Thank you,” he breathed, eyes shiny again.
Sesshomaru’s eyes softened for an instant, as he realized that he’d just given Kitaru something he’d dearly wanted for a long time. He leaned down and took the hanyou’s mouth in his, kissing him deeply.
Kitaru opened his mouth for his master with a blissful whine and bucked his hips up, bumping against Sesshomaru’s erection.
The youkai’s eyes blazed golden yellow, and without another warning he plunged into Kitaru. The boy tried to scream and was smothered by his master’s kiss. Sesshomaru growled into his slave’s mouth, sliding into him until he was completely buried and felt the boy’s muscles twitch and shiver as they struggled to accommodate him.
Sesshomaru slowly parted their lips, nipping Kitaru’s bottom lip on the way. His slave’s pupils were dilated and his mouth was open as he panted and moaned. Sesshomaru smiled down at him before he curled his arms under the boy, reaching up to hold onto his shoulders, and slowly started to thrust into him.
The youkai took his time, enjoying the feeling of Kitaru slowly losing himself to his lust. Sesshomaru left more marks all over the boy’s neck, growling in satisfaction as he did. He loved the thought of visible signs that this creature belonged to him. Everyone would know, without a doubt, that Kitaru was off limits.
Eventually he felt it time enough to fully take the boy, and let him orgasm as well. “You may come once I do,” he rumbled in the boy’s ear. Kitaru was barely conscious but nodded vigorously anyway.
Sesshomaru dug his claws into the slave’s flesh and started to pound harshly into him, pulling out nearly all the way and then sinking in as deep as he could go. His balls started to slap against the hanyou’s ass as the boy’s own cock bumped against his stomach with each powerful thrust.
The demon’s pace quickened more and more, and Kitaru’s moans ratcheted back up into hoarse screams. Finally Sesshomaru gave a snarl of ecstasy and slammed into his boy, digging his cock deep into his soft flesh as he pumped his pleasure into Kitaru’s waiting bowels.
As soon as the fox felt that fiery explosion inside, his exhausted body finally gave in, and he shot his own orgasm onto his chest and stomach. He got about three globs of cum before he went limp. His master on the other hand had apparently been saving up. Sesshomaru continued to growl softly and grind into his slave, filling him with a seemingly never-ending supply of seed. Kitaru felt his belly distending slightly to contain it all, and it was minutes before his master finally relaxed on top of him.
Sesshomaru grinned wolfishly, “Oh dear, now what are we going to do? Once I pull out you’re going to make a mess of my bed,” he murmured, his low voice vibrating through his chest. Kitaru whimpered, almost unconscious, but the last thing he wanted was to make a mess of master’s lovely bed!
The demon sighed and reached over lazily to a small table beside the bed, grabbing the plug he had put there specifically for this purpose. “Squeeze tight slave, I don’t expect you to leak one drop.”
He slowly pulled his softening cock out of the slave’s abused ass, and Kitaru did his best to clench and keep anything from coming out. The instant the youkai’s cock was free he swiftly pushed the metal plug into his ass, blocking any of his seed from leaking out. Kitaru moaned and whined, his stomach gurgling with the tight pressure of so much cum stored inside of him.
His master swiftly cleaned the small amount of his slave’s own orgasm from the boy’s chest and stomach with a soft towel. He removed his clothes completely and gracefully slipped under the covers, pulling his hanyou under to spoon with him. He nearly purred as he possessively rubbed a hand over the boy’s engorged lower stomach, “You may relieve yourself in the morning,” he murmured, wrapping his arms securely around his soft, warm hanyou. Kitaru whined and nodded, too exhausted to think about how embarrassing this was. He could only feel honored to house his master’s warm cum.
Just before the fox passed out, Sesshomaru added, “We will also get you fitted for clothes tomorrow. And a proper collar.”
Kitaru gave a shaky smile and felt his heart leap into his throat. “Th-thank you, master,” he whispered before he finally, blissfully passed out.
Sesshomaru felt it when his slave lost consciousness, and stroked the boy’s now soft and clean hair for a while before he too dozed off.
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