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Do You Wanna Die?
By : theMaven
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Chapter List
- 1-Do You Wanna Die
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Disclaimer - I do not own the characters of InuYasha, nor do I make any money from this.
Author’s Note: Yes, ladies and gentlemen, theMaven is attempting her first songfic ^__^ This is
a Sess/Rin one-shot done to The Toadies “Possum Kingdom.” The song lyrics are in italics,
preceded and followed by “~” signs. As for my choice in title, it comes from both the song
lyrics and a French euphemism for orgasm–“le petit mort” or “the little death.”
WARNING: This fic is rated R for a reason. If you have a problem with, or you’re not old
enough to read about physical acts of a sexual nature, please, don’t read any further. You have
been warned.

                                                       Do You Wanna Die?

                                                      ~Make up your mind~

            The demon lord of the Western Lands had denied himself for too long. For five years,
now, he had tried to dispel his deep-seated desire for the young woman currently under his care,
unsuccessfully trying to trade his lust for her flesh for the bloodlust of his enemies. And he had
killed many in her name–eyes red, claws lengthened, fangs bared, ripping the unsuspecting
youkai to pieces, rending their flesh, spilling their blood, coating his claws in crimson as he
smashed their brittle bones beneath his black leather boots, his pathetic prey’s cries of pain
shattering the quiet of the night.
            Yes. Only at night–nights such as this–did he feel this way. Only at night did his demon
nature rise and overtake his rational mind, filling his canine nose with the enticing scent of his
young ward as she slumbered silently before the fire, unaware of the dark desires coursing
through her guardian’s veins.
            In the past, he wanted to keep her safe from nocturnal predators such as he. To most
demons the young girl would have appeared as far too tasty a treat, far too tempting a target, far
too delightful and delectable a thing to simply let pass by. Understanding their thoughts and
knowing their motivations, he kept her close and never let her stray. If he was unable to watch
over her, personally, he handed the task to Ah-Un, who allowed her to keep pace with him, or to
Jaken whose own bungling made her feel quite competent. He taught her to fight. He had her
taught to read and write. And he made sure she understood the true ways of the world–even if
that truth was quite brutal, unpleasant or . . . unsettling.
            In his heart, yes, he did have a heart, he wanted her to feel safe and secure in his
presence. He wanted her to feel that she could depend upon him, trust him, rely on him. Now,
he just wanted her.
            He wanted to feel her soft hands on his firm flesh. He wanted to feel those pink, pouting
lips pressed against his own. He wanted to breathe her air, taste her tongue, run his calloused
hands over every luscious peak and valley of her fully-developed form. He wanted to feel her
warmth writhing and wriggling beneath him. He wanted to make her feel like no other male
could.
            And he knew that’s exactly what she wanted.
            It was . . . depraved, he knew. But he no longer cared. He did not care that she was a
“lowly” human, and he was a youkai lord. He did not care that he had raised her since she was a
small child and had seen her through all the stages of human development. He did not care that
others would think him weak for taking a human mate and try to take advantage of him in his so-called “weakened” state.
            He never felt so strong as when envisioning himself through her eyes.
            And those who tried to harm him by going through her would meet the same fate as the
pathetic fools who had the misfortune of running across him when he was trying to . . . clear his
mind.
            Rin was his–only his–always and forever.
            Now that he had made up his mind, he was in the unfamiliar position of waiting for
another to make her choice. He had sent Jaken to fetch her.

                                                   ~Decide to walk with me~

            “Don’t just sit there, you dumb girl. Do something!”
            Rin scowled at the little toad across the campfire Ah-Un had helped her light to stave off
the encroaching shadows from the trees above. The sun was just beginning to rise when Jaken
and her lord had taken off for parts unknown, but now it was night, and the forest was full of
sounds.
            Having a true grasp of the meaning of the word “dumb,” she resented the use of the word
to describe her. Trees were dumb. Rocks were dumb. The ground was dumb. They had no way
to vocalize the manner in which they wished to be used. She hadn’t been “dumb” for several
years, now. In fact, as everyone in their party would agree, she’d been quite talkative since her
resurrection at Sesshomaru’s hands, and she never hesitated to speak her mind, whatever the
case may be. Though, in the beginning, she would have described her behavior as . . . chatty,
grateful to hear the sound of her own voice, over the years, she’d developed into a more
reserved, yet still outspoken adult.
            And yet, at the moment, she had to admit to being stricken dumb. Words . . . failed her.
            “What did you say?”
            The toad huffed, his green, scaly skin appearing even more gruesome in the firelight, his
bulbous yellow eyes rolling back in his head. “Lord Sesshomaru requests that you meet with
him tonight. If you will go to him, then go. If not, then I will return to him and tell him of your
decision.”
            “What decision?”
            “Not to meet with him, you troublesome thing.”
            “Why would he ask to meet with me if I don’t have to go?”
            The toad spoke slowly, enunciating each syllable of each word. “He. Is. Giv-ing. You.
A. Choice.”
            Rin frowned. “Don’t talk to me as if I’m stupid.”
            “Then stop acting as if you are. You’re wasting time. Will you go to him or not? Our
lord’s patience may be infinite, but this Jaken’s is not. We have been traveling all day, and this
Jaken would like to have something to eat and get some sleep before we set off again in the
morning.”
            Her normally smooth brow knitted in concentration. “What does he want to talk to me
about?”
            “How should I know! This Jaken simply does as he is commanded.” He waved the Staff
of Heads in her face, avoiding the flames of the campfire. “Now, woman, what is your choice!”
            Woman. He called her a woman. Moments before, he’d called her a “dumb girl,” and
now he was referring to her as a woman.
            Was that merely an accident, a slip of the tongue? Or was there more to it than that?
            She was inexperienced in . . . certain arenas. But she’d been told what often went on
between a man and a woman away from prying eyes after the sun had set. She’d seen pictures
and read scrolls. And, as futile a fantasy as it was, she’d dreamed about doing those very things
with her lord. Her lord, though a youkai, was most decidedly a man . . . or male, as the case may be. And Jaken had just declared–and she had felt for quite some time–that she was a woman.
And . . . the sun had most certainly set, the full moon hanging high in the starlit sky.
            Did that mean her lord wanted . . .
            “Stop being so stubborn. Choose!”
            Rin swallowed hard. No, he couldn’t. He’d never. He hated humans, disapproved of
their entire existence.
            But, still, she was female. And her lord was male. And males did have needs . . . as did
females to a lesser extent.
            If she understood correctly, youkai males were always prepared for such activities, and
youkai females were only “interested” once a year, while human women . . . Well, speaking for
solely for herself, her mind was filled with little else.
            Just the thought of his perfectly-shaped mouth planting kisses all over her warm, willing
flesh . . .
            She shook the thoughts from her head. Ridiculous. In all the time they’d been together,
he’d never expressed any interest in her in that capacity. Surely, he recognized that she was
female–the fine, silk kimonos he’d given her, the silver and bejeweled hair ornaments, the
necklaces and bracelets and trinkets . . . And while she’d always walked a respectable distance
behind her lord, over the years, he’d increased that distance, wishing to maintain all proper
appearances.
            But when they were alone–meaning Jaken, Ah-Un, herself and him–he treated her more
like a . . . son than anything else. He gave her a sword and had armor fashioned for her. He
insisted that she do all her hunting and gathering on her own, building self-reliance. He had her
taught to read and write, barter and trade, so she wouldn’t be taken advantage of. And, he was
always straightforward with her and never spoke in euphemisms. Only men were so blunt with
one another.
            No, whatever he wished to see her about would have little to do with the moon and the
stars, and a man and a woman. He probably wanted to make sure she’d practiced her katas in his
absence.
            “This Jaken doesn’t have all night, you foolish female,” he crossed his stubby arms and
tapped his tiny foot. “Are you going or is it this Jaken?”
            Rin stood and brushed off her thighs, her head high, her long hair and bangs pulled back
into a high ponytail. “I’m going. Where is he?”

                                                  ~Around the lake tonight~
                                                  ~Around the lake tonight~
                                                             ~By my side~

            Rin walked the darkened forest path, pushing back any low-lying branches as she came
across them, the soles of her boots sounding softly on the green grass and damp earth. Yes, Rin
convinced herself, she would handle this whole situation like the warrior her lord had trained
her, and dressed her, to be. She would take in the scene with all her senses: she would observe
with her eyes, listen with her ears, her nose wouldn’t be able to tell her much, but in case this
was a test of some sort–as her lord had done in the past–her sword hand hovered just above the
hilt of her blade.
            Sesshomaru couldn’t help but feel a swelling of pride as he watched the young woman
pass beneath him. Her steps were measured, controlled, confident yet cautious. The delicate
fingers of her right hand hovered just above the hilt of her sword as her head swept from side to
side and occasionally upward to scan her surroundings. In a previous encounter, he had caught
her off guard by attacking from above, swooping down on her from the treetops, wrestling her to
the ground.
            “You are dead,” he’d declared as he forced her shoulders to the forest floor, sweat
pouring down her pale features as she struggled to break free from him. “It is pointless to resist
this Sesshomaru. I have taken you down, and your life is now mine to do with as I please.”
            “You’re not playing fair!” the fourteen-year-old shouted. “No one attacks from the
trees.”
            “This is not a game. This is a matter of life and death.” His grip on her shoulders
remained tight, his thighs straddling her hips, his amber eyes boring into her. “Were this
Sesshomaru anyone else, you would be robbed, raped and left for dead. Is that how you wish to
end your days?”
            Her previous scowl softened into a pout, her struggles ceasing. “No . . . But this is too
hard!” she cried. “I’m just a girl. Girls don’t do these sorts of things. They don’t carry
swords! They don’t wear armor! They don’t . . . engage in . . . training maneuvers in the middle
of a dark forest with their . . . .their . . .”
            He quirked an eyebrow at the overly emotional female beneath him, waiting for her to
finish her sentence.
            “Their . . . guardians,” she finished quietly.
            Guardian? He pondered to himself. No. That wasn’t the word she wished to use. Her
faltering speech was proof enough of that. She also seemed to stumble over the words “training
maneuvers.”
            He returned his attention to the young female trapped between his thighs to find her
staring up at him. She had always kept a close eye on him–following him, admiring him,
praising him. But there was something . . . different about this gaze. Of course, he’d known the
child was fond of him–the way she’d follow in his footsteps, sing him little songs, pick him
flowers, obey his every command, do anything and everything to gain his attention and approval.
But this was not a look a child bestowed upon a surrogate parent. In it (before she turned her
shyly to the side, averting her gaze) he saw longing, anticipation, and need.
            Rin, his young ward, the human pup he’d practically raised with his own two hands,
had... desires for her demon lord and master. He would have laughed had his canine nose not
detected the faint trace of arousal in the female’s scent.
            He had to fight himself back that night.
            “Rin,” he was slightly surprised by the gruffness in his own voice.
            She kept her head turned to the side, which gave her “guardian” the most stunning view
of her long, slender neck and the blood coursing through the veins beneath. He felt himself
harden at the thought of burying the tips of his fangs in the soft and, doubtless, sweet flesh, the
odor of her arousal worming its way into his nostrils.
            He tightened his grip on her shoulders. “Look at me, Rin.”
            She turned to face him, her eyes downcast, a slight blush tinging her cheeks.
            “Rin.”
            Her eyes snapped fully open at the sternness of his voice.
            “Rin,” he said more softly. He didn’t wish to scare the girl, after all. “If you wish to
remain with this Sesshomaru, you will learn to defend yourself against any threat. Be it from
above or on the ground. To be with me is to be in danger. You should know that by now.”
            She gave a slight nod. “I know.”
            He separated himself from the young female, forcing down his dark desires, keeping his
demon nature firmly in check. Simply because she wanted him did not mean he had to respond.
“Then, do not complain. Dust yourself off and come along.”

                                                             ~By my side~

            Yes, she’d always followed him–without a word, without a question, without a doubt.
And he hoped the same would hold true for tonight. After his body’s reaction to her scent, he
was careful to maintain some distance between them when in public and limited his physical
contact with her to their sparring sessions, which, at times, became quite . . . heated. Demon
blood, once awakened never truly settled. It could only be quieted, cajoled, calmed. But it was
difficult when the cause of the disturbance kept so close by.
            The only real way to exorcize his inner demon was to do as it demanded and claim Rin
for his own.
            The wind shifted, sending Rin’s scent straight to his nostrils–a divine blend of magnolia
and sakura blossoms, wind, rain and earth.
            Their training sessions allowed him to release some of his pent up desires, as did slaying
his foes. But now that he had made up his mind to take her, and Rin had apparently decided to
come to him, he was determined to have his proper release . . . in the proper position . . . in the
proper place.

                                                        ~I’m not gonna lie~
                                                   ~I’ll not be a gentleman~

            He silently leapt across the treetops to wait for her where he told Jaken he’d be waiting,
by the lakeside. Tonight, all disguises, deceit and denial would be dropped and Rin would take
her rightful place by his side.
            He made no sound as she broke through the underbrush and stepped into the clearing; he
simply turned to meet her face-to-face.
            Gods, Rin thought. Why is he looking at me like that? And where is his armor?
            Human males were fools, Sesshomaru mused as the young woman stopped and stood her
usual distance from him. To think she, his Rin, was a “he” simply because of the sword at her
hip, the armor she wore, the decidedly masculine print of the clothing covering her body and the
high ponytail that adorned the top of her head.
            Fools, he scoffed inwardly. Even in the rattiest of rags, the most rusted armor, the
shortest of hairstyles, her feminine beauty could not be denied. She was perfect, flawless,
exquisite. Her finely structured face–the high forehead, the delicate arch of her eyebrows, the
rounded nub of her nose, the sumptuous curve of her rosy lips, the slight point of her proud chin
and the soft shimmer of her deep-set brown eyes. The moon basked her in its light, giving her
pale skin an almost ethereal glow, providing a stark contrast to the midnight of her hair, the dark
blue print of her haori and the black lacquered strips of bamboo that made up her armor.
            Those they passed during their travels intentionally mistook her for a young samurai and
respected her accordingly.
            But Sesshomaru knew better. He allowed his eyes to roam lower, down the sensuous
curve of her neck to her breastplate which successfully concealed the swell of her bosom and the
slenderness of her waist as well as downplayed the obvious flare of her hips. The colorful sash
knotted at her waist hinted at, but did not reveal the true extent of Rin’s womanly curves. The
skirt of her armor and the billowy, black silk of her hakama completely camouflaged her long,
lean legs, and the point of her boots helped to distract one from the unarguably small size of her
feet.
            Still, no demon would be deceived by such a disguise. A male was a male, and a female
was a female. Some things simply couldn’t be denied.

                                                    ~Behind the boathouse~
                                               ~I’ll show you my dark secret~

            He took a measured step towards her, not wishing to disturb the quiet of the clearing and
knowing that she would not make another move without a word from him.
            Rin swallowed hard. She wasn’t 100% certain what was going on, but there seemed to
be some sort of . . . charge in the air, an indescribable spark, an irresistible pull between she and
her lord that made her feel both heavy and light. Something in his eyes, something in the back
of her head told her to run, but she stood right there, transfixed to the spot, even unable to move
her sword hand from its position above her hilt.
            Hypnotizing. That was the word to describe her lord’s eyes. She’d spent the bulk of her
life studying him–his posture, his facial features, his eyes. Every subtle nuance gave a clue as to
his mood, his motives. Whenever she had doubts about her lord’s wishes, she looked to his eyes
for guidance. Normally, they were solemn, somber, serious, a soft amber hue rimmed in bronze
accented with flecks of gold. Sometimes they were cold, hard, disconnected and disapproving.
Sometimes they were mocking, derisive, condescending. A few times she’d seen warmth,
kindness, compassion. And on even fewer occasions, she’d noticed humor, merriment, and
amusement.
            Once, she’d seen her lord utterly perplexed. And once, she’d daresay, she’d seen him
quite sad.
            Of course, these flickers of emotion were fleeting and lasted mere seconds, so if you
blinked, you missed it. But this . . . new thing she saw shining in his eyes was . . . Heart-stopping, breath-taking, awe-inspiring in its intensity and actually measurable in human terms of
time.
            He was staring at her, unblinking, his golden gaze roaming freely over her form. She felt
them trail over her face and neck, down to her chest and stomach, across her hips and down the
length of her legs to the pointed toes of her feet. He seemed to be . . . considering something.
Whether it was her attire, her defense stance or . . . something else, she couldn’t tell.
            He hadn’t said anything, and following her lord’s example, neither had she. If there were
something to be said, surely he’d say it.
            Again, something in his eyes, something dark and dangerous, told her she should run.
She should run, she should hide, and she should be very, very afraid.
            But why should I be afraid? She asked herself, a nervous flutter forming in the pit of her
stomach. Why should I run? This is Lord Sesshomaru we’re talking about. He’d never hurt me.
He’s never wished anything but the best for me.
            His eyes finally found their way back to her face, a dark haze settling over their amber
depths, a predatory grin quirking the corners of his finely shaped lips.

                                                        ~I’m not gonna lie~
                                                      ~I want you for mine~
                                                       ~My blushing bride~
                                            ~My lover, be my lover, yeah . . .~

            Before she could blink, her lord was behind her, his head peering over her right shoulder,
his silver locks caressing the side of her face, his hands out of her line of sight.
            “Why do you not run, my Rin?” His breath was hot and husky as it blew across her outer
ear.
            She took a deep breath and pushed it out, mentally commanding the knot in her stomach
to loosen. “It is futile and potentially dangerous to run from a predator.”
            He stayed behind her, his hands still out of her line of sight. He was so close to her she
could feel his body heat rolling off him in waves.
            “And why is that?” her lord asked, speaking lowly into her ear.
            She fought to stay upright as a tantalizing tingle ran down the length of her spine, making
her knees shake and her inner thighs tremble. “Predators are hunters,” she said, her calm voice
belying her inner tremors. “They enjoy the chase. If you run, you’re inviting them to pursue,
and the damage they can do catching you during the hunt is much more severe than if you’d
simply stood still and faced off against them in the beginning.”
            A low, soothing growl worked its way up the center of her lord’s chest, its vibrations
working its way through her body. “You’ve learned your lessons well, my Rin.”
            She swallowed hard, giving a slight nod of her head, acknowledging his compliment.
That was the second time he’d called her “my Rin.” What did that mean? What did this mean?
What was . . .
            She drew in a short, sharp breath as Sesshomaru pulled her against him, her back to his
chest, something . . . long and hard pressing into her lower back.
            She stopped breathing, her entire body going rigid in his embrace.
            “Shhhh . . .”

                                                         ~Don’t be afraid~
                                                ~I didn’t mean to scare you~
                                                       ~So help me, Jesus~

            Sesshomaru loosened his hold on her and nuzzled his nose in her neck, placing a chaste
kiss just below her ear.
            Rin stuttered. “Wh–what’re you doing? Wh–what d–do you want?”
            He placed another kiss on the side of her neck. “Only you.”
            She swallowed hard.
            “Do you wish to run?” he kissed her neck again, then ran the tip of his nose along her
jawline.
            Her stance relaxed somewhat, but her breathing remained erratic. “Is that your . . .
Wha... What’s that pressing into my back?”
            The young demon lord chuckled inwardly, glancing down between their two bodies. So,
that’s what has her so upset. “It is Tenseiga’s hilt.” He reached down and repositioned the
heirloom sword, instantly feeling the young woman in his arms relax, a titter of laughter running
through her slender form.
            He took the opportunity to tighten his hold on her, bringing her back flush against him,
his arms wrapped snugly around her waist, his hands gently caressing her sides through the
bamboo of her armor. “You may leave if you like. This Sesshomaru will not force himself upon
a female, nor will he pursue you should you decide to return to camp.”
            Rin trembled. Force himself on a female? Did that mean he wanted . . . No, he couldn’t
want to do that with her. Never with her. She was intrinsically flawed, after all. But . . . “B–but
I’m human.”
            “You are exquisite.”
            “You’ve raised me since I was a child.”
            “You are a child no longer, and you are not of my blood.”
            “I . . .”
            Keeping his left arm around her waist, his palm sliding over the flat plane of her armor-covered stomach, he silently stepped to her side, his head still positioned over her shoulder. He
then cupped her chin in his clawed hand, turning her head to meet his gaze as he ran his thumb
over her lower lip.

                                                       ~I can promise you~
                                                 ~You will stay as beautiful~
                                                          ~With dark hair~
                                                  ~And soft skin . . . forever~

            Breathe, Rin reminded herself. This is real life. This is really happening. And if you
don’t breathe, you’re going to pass out.
            But his eyes . . .
            Without one word he seemed to promise her so much. Everything and anything she
could’ve possibly wanted–his love, his devotion, his heart, soul and . . . body.
            He wanted her. He really wanted her.
            “Only you,” he’d said.
            Seeing no rejection and sensing no fear, Sesshomaru lowered his head to hers, claiming
her mouth in a tender embrace.

                                                               ~Forever~

            Rin sighed, her legs going limp from the sensations of her lord’s lips upon hers. Seeking
to steady herself, she reached up to grip his shoulders for support, his left hand sliding to her side
as she turned to face him, his right hand skillfully manipulating the muscles at the back of her
neck.
            Sesshomaru growled in approval when his tongue flicked out to taste her lower lip and
the young woman graciously granted him admittance to the moist interior of her mouth. As their
tongues touched, he reached up and released her hair from its leather binding, letting the silken
tresses cascade through his claws as he gently scraped her scalp.
            Rin moaned, allowing him the opportunity to further deepen the kiss, sending the tip of
his tongue to tickle the dangling piece of flesh at the back of her throat.
            Again, she felt a strange hardness pressing against her; this time just above her right hip.
She pulled back slightly, running her dazed eyes up and down her lord’s moonlit form.
            That wasn’t Tenseiga’s hilt poking her this time.
            “Rin?”
            She couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t speak, couldn’t think.
            Sensing her growing tension, Sesshomaru gradually released her, taking a step away from
his intended, then left her side to begin a slow pace, treading along the water’s bank, away from
the moonlit clearing and the shimmering water of the lake to enter the edge of the forest with its
dark shadows and shrouded pathways. He then turned to face her, extending his hand palmside
up. “Come.”

                                                      ~Make up your mind~

            She wasn’t so sure anymore. If she . . . allowed him to do this . . . if she allowed herself
to do this, if she followed him this time, things would change, irrevocably change.
            She would not be his ward, his charge, his traveling companion; she would be his . . .
woman, his . . . lover, his mate.
            He continued to wait by the forest’s edge as a cool summer breeze whipped through the
still of the night, making ripples in the water and blowing through her long locks, causing the
tips of her released bangs to tickle her forehead, temporarily distracting her from her deep
thoughts.
            She again looked to her lord.
            Things had already changed between them, hadn’t they?
            His Rin. He’d called her “his Rin.” And he’d kissed her, caressed her, claiming he only
wanted her. Those were things not easily forgotten.
            And . . . she didn’t want to forget. She only wanted him. She’d always wanted
him–especially after a particular vigorous round of sparring.
            But what if she got pregnant? The child would be hanyou. Could he love a hanyou?
Would he accept one as his heir?
            Though he and his half-brother had refrained from fighting one another for quite a few
years now, they were still far from close. Could her lord put aside past prejudices and accept a
half-breed as part of his noble blood? Did he really want a “lowly human” tainting his line?
            Perhaps this was more to do with lust and nothing to do with love.
            He wanted her, and so he intended to have her.
            What happened if he stopped “wanting” her? What would happen after he “had” her?
            Maybe he would toss her aside. Abandon her in some human village. Or . . . give her to
one of his underlings to “play” with.
            She had seen that before. Not specifically with her lord, of course, but she knew that
type of thing was common practice among humans and demons alike.
            She felt the uncharacteristic sting of tears in her eyes. She hadn’t cried in . . . she didn’t
know how long.
            She didn’t want to be used. She didn’t want to be discarded.
            She blinked back the disgraceful drops of salty water. She was not a rock. She was not a
tree. She had a choice in this matter. She had a say in how she’d be used.
            No, not “used.” She was a person, not a thing.
            “Rin . . .”
            She looked up and caught his golden gaze. There, in their amber depths, slightly
shadowed by the silver of his bangs, she saw all the answers to every question she had and every
question she could possibly have. And though he didn’t say it, she could see it as plainly as if
the stars had written it in the sky.
            That one word her lord never used.

                                                      ~Make up your mind~
                                                       ~And I promise you~
                                                      ~I will treat you well~
                                                         ~My sweet angel~
                                                       ~So help me, Jesus~

            Please.
            She decided.
            Rin followed.

                                                          ~(hey, hey, hey)~
                                                         ~Give it up to me~

            Sesshomaru led.

                                                         ~Give it up to me~

            They came to a secluded grove where Sesshomaru’s armor and pelt rested on a root
beneath a magnolia tree. She took his hand and allowed him to pull her to him. “So, you had this
planned ahead of time,” she said with a shy/sly smile.
            “A good ruler expects the best and plans for the worst.” His hands quickly found the
fasteners on her armor and undid them. She watched as her sword, then her sash and finally her
armor fell to the ground.
            No, she was still a far cry from naked–two layers of upper clothing, her boots and
hakama still covering her slightly fevered flesh . . . But having him undress her, feeling his
skilled hands upon her body as he freed her from the constraints of the protective garments,
knowing where this was leading . . .
            “This Sesshomaru can smell your desire for him.”
            Rin blushed beneath the blooms of the mighty magnolia, her features shadowed, though
not entirely obscured by the heavy foliage and filtered moonlight.
            Pleased at her reaction and drawn in by the bashful flush about her face, he captured her
lips in a heated embrace, making her cheeks burn even more brightly as his hands found their
way to her slim waist, silently urging her to rest her hips against his.
            “My lord . . .”

                                                       ~Do you wanna be~
                                                             ~My angel?~

            His warm, wet lips blazed a heated trail from her mouth, down her throat and up to her
right ear. There, he stopped to lick, nibble and suck.
            She gripped his shoulders tightly, her communication with him reduced to whimpers,
moans and sighs, a liquid heat settling itself between her thighs as she felt the bulge in her lord’s
lower garments brush insistently and repeatedly against her lower abs.
            His nimble fingers made quick work of the knot holding her hakama up and her robes
together. When the tie came loose and her pants fell to the ground, her lord dropped to his knees
and his hands quickly made their way beneath her haori and under kimono.

                                                            ~So help me!~

            Once again, Rin found herself gasping for air. His huge, hot hands were everywhere and
his mouth had latched on to one caramel-colored nipple that peaked out from the folds of her
upper robes. Each pass of his tongue over the stiff, little peak made her ache in anticipation; her
back arched, her head back, her gaze hazy and unfocused as thrilling jolts of sensation shot
through her shaky limbs.
            But that was nothing compared to the scintillating shock she received when her lord
passed one lightly calloused hand between her parted thighs.
            “Unnhhhhh . . .”
            Sesshomaru allowed himself one, self-satisfied smirk, his tongue still teasing the
sensitive bud of his mate’s breast, pleased to hear she responded so well to his touch and this had
been no mistake. He had heard rumors that few human females actually enjoyed mating and did
it only to please their male partner.
            And while his pleasure certainly weighed heavily on his mind, he felt a certain amount of
satisfaction knowing Rin received as much pleasure from his touch as he received touching her.
            He again passed the palm of his hand between the crux of her thighs, the pad of his
middle finger parting her slick folds as he kissed a path from one breast to the other.
            Rin gasped.
            He snaked his arms around her slender form, his teeth and tongue paying homage to her
left breast as he carefully brought them both down to rest in the grass. After a long lifetime of
bedding down with demoness after demoness, forsaking many intimate formalities, merely
shoving the clothing aside and taking the bitch where she stood, he had finally found someone
truly worthy of his time and attention.
            For her, he would completely disrobe.
            He separated himself from her, placing a chaste kiss on her parted lips and stood, locking
her gaze with his own.

                                                         ~Give it up to me~
                                                         ~Give it up to me~
                                                       ~Do you wanna be~
                                                             ~My angel?~
            Rin sat up slightly, propping herself up on her elbows, curious as to what her lord
intended.
            Well, she knew but . . .
            Another breeze distracted her from the demon before her and brought her full attention to
her current state of undress. She gasped quietly as the cool draft crept inside her clothing, and
quickly closed the wide gap in her upper robes, crossing her legs at the ankles.
            “Why did you do that?” he asked. “Cover yourself?”
            “I . . .” she turned her attention from her own clothes back to his and realized, with a
bright blush, that he was wearing considerably less than he had been before. He stood before her
in bare feet, his outer and inner robes removed, his hands at the waist of his hakama, his fingers
diligently undoing the tie.
            She quickly averted her eyes and covered her mouth, repressing a nervous giggle and
hiding, what some would call, a wolfish grin.
            “Why do you look away?”
            She listened as the soft fabric fell to the forest floor, and he resumed his seat beside her,
his long, lean fingers running up and down the back of her arm.
            “Is this Sesshomaru so repugnant to you?” he asked softly.
            She simply shook her head, not trusting her words to come out in any type of coherent
fashion. She couldn’t look at him. He was . . . naked!
            He stretched out beside her, reclining on his elbow, his hand keeping contact with rear of
her arm. “So, you are ashamed to be with this Sesshomaru, then?”
            She shook her head again, her chin pressed tightly to her chest, her eyes focused on her
own feet. While undone, she was still wearing the majority of her clothing, including her boots.
            “Rin,” he gently cupped the left side of her face in his hand. “Look at me.”
            She let loose a nervous bout of giggles, her shoulders shaking in a fit of laughter, her
cheeks burning bright red, her eyes still downcast.
            “Rin.”
            She snapped to attention at the stern voice of her lord and master, her head shooting up,
her eyes opening wide. There were two things you did not do the Lord of the Western Lands:
ignore him or disobey him. And she had just done both, hadn’t she?
            She swallowed hard, her blood running suddenly cold.
            He had killed people for doing much less . . . But while she was certain he wouldn’t kill
her, she was slightly concerned about the course his . . . discipline may take.
            He did seem to enjoy beating up Jaken, and he had her in a very . . . vulnerable position
right now–especially after what she’d just let him do.
            She held her head high, and kept her eyes open as wide and as focused as possible, but
she didn’t dare meet his gaze. She’d seen so many unfamiliar feelings reflected there tonight.
The gods only knew what he was thinking right now.
            He touched his forehead to hers, cupping the back of her neck with his right hand as his
left hand continued to caress the back of her arm. “Why do you fear me, now?”
            “I–I’ve displeased you.”
            “Displeased?” he repeated.
            “You told me to look at you, and I couldn’t. I can’t. Not like this.”
            “And why is that?” his warm breath cascaded across her nose as he continued to apply
gentle pressure to the back of her neck.
            “It . . . hurts to look at you. I . . . I die a little bit every day knowing . . .”
            “Knowing what?” he asked.
            She shook her head, biting her lower lip.
            “Rin.”
            “Youretoogoodformeandyoullneverlovemetheway I love you.”
            “Again,” he said. “More slowly.”
            “You’re. Too. Good . . . for me. And you’ll. Never. Love me. The way I love you.”
            He stared at the young woman before him, his soon-to-be mate, the young girl who had
followed him all through her youth and into her adulthood.
            “Sometimes . . . I think I see things when I look in your eyes. Things . . . that you hide.
Things . . . you can’t say. Things . . . you probably shouldn’t be feeling. But I . . . Those little
things get my hopes up, and I think ‘My life may not be perfect, but it’s pretty damn good.’”
            He gave her a disapproving frown.
            “Sorry. Darn good. And maybe . . . just maybe . . . I’m not imagining things, and those
things I see in you are the real you, and everything else is just a clever lie.”
            “And you believe this Sesshomaru is attempting to deceive you?”
            “Yes! I mean . . . not now. Before. All those times before. I’m so used to seeing lies I
can’t . . . I can’t handle the truth.”
            He tightened his hold on the back of her neck, causing the young woman to wince.
            “My lord . . .”
            “This Sesshomaru has never lied to you, nor anyone else.”
            She shook her head slowly from left to right. “What your eyes say and the words you
speak don’t match up. And . . . I thought I could live with that uncertainty–not knowing what
you truly felt, but . . . being here with you like this . . . seeing you like this . . .”
            “Ask,” he said abruptly. “Ask, and this Sesshomaru shall answer.”
            “Do you really hate humans?” she asked sheepishly.
            “Most,” he finally said, “not all.”
            “Do you hate your brother because he’s half-human?”
            “This Sesshomaru dislikes the hanyou because . . . his honored father favored the half-breed over his first-born son and heir.”
            “But . . . how can that be true if he left you the Western Lands and one of the most
powerful demon blades ever forged?”
            “This Sesshomaru desired the Tessaiga, not its twin.”
            “Do you think it’s more difficult to destroy life or create it and save it?”
            The Western Lord seemed to consider this.
            “I’ve heard it said that you don’t always get what you want, but you get what you need.
If . . . if your honored father hadn’t left you Tenseiga, I wouldn’t be here right now.”
            His amber eyes seemed to soften somewhat, a deeper understanding dawning within their
tawny depths.
            “There,” Rin said. “That look. You look at me like that sometimes, and I just wanna die.
I could melt on the spot. And then . . . you make me dress up like a goddamned samurai and
walk 20 feet behind you.”
            A slight smile quirked the corners of his mouth at her apparent disgust, her brown eyes
burning with repressed rage. “You misunderstand, my Rin.”
            “Misunderstand what?”
            He smiled at her, an actual . . . heartfelt smile. “What this Sesshomaru truly ‘needs,’ as
you say.”
            She swallowed loudly but spoke softly. “And what’s that?”
            “To know that you are safe from harm from anyone’s hands and that you are . . . happy...
traveling with me.”
            Had her lord ever used that word before? Happy?
            He planted a soft kiss at the base of her neck, sliding his right hand down her silk-covered back urging her body to come closer to his.
            “My lord . . .”
            “If you have more questions, then ask. If not and you are satisfied, let us continue. If not
and you are not satisfied, leave me.”
            Rin huffed quietly, a small, shy smile spreading across her face as he continued to see to
her. “You should already know that . . . I could never leave you.”
            His mouth traveled lower to kiss along her collarbone, parting her robes as he went.
            “But,” she interjected, “will you . . . Will. You . . .”
            His hand slipped lower to caress the curve of her behind. “This Sesshomaru has never
known his Rin to be so fearful of a few, simple words.”
            Rin nodded, drew in a deep breath and pushed it out. “Would you accept a hanyou child?
I . . . couldn’t live with your scorn, but I will not kill a child.”
            He answered her question with a kiss, slipping his tongue in the warm, wet cavern of her
mouth, pulling her body flush against his, making certain she was aware of his body’s reaction to
her close proximity, her timid words and her enticing scent. “Any gift from my Rin will be
openly received.”
            “But . . .”
            “What do the eyes of this Sesshomaru tell you?” He kissed her again, deeply,
passionately, letting every fiber of his immortal being filter into her body as he shifted their
positions, rolling her onto her back.
            “My lord, you . . .”
            “Enough talking.”
            Rin obediently fell silent, regarding her lord with silent wonder and fascination.
            “Take this off,” he pushed back the folds of her haori and inner kimono, sliding them
both down her shoulders at once, exposing her fair flesh to his heated gaze. “And your boots and
your pants. This Sesshomaru wants nothing to come between him and his mate.”

                                                           ~Be my angel~

            Rin nodded, a bright blush staining her cheeks as she slowly sat up, pushing her
remaining clothing down then pulling her boots off and discarding them and her hakama to the
side.

                                                           ~Be my angel~

            He parted the silken strands of her hair and ran his hand up her bare back, silently
marveling at the feel of her smooth skin beneath his calloused palm. “Perfect.”
            He sat up beside her then wrapping one arm around her shoulders while his other
explored the soft contours of her face and neck, he eased her down on her back, his nude form
hovering above her.
            Rin trembled as he parted her thighs and situated himself between her spread legs.
            “Shhhhhh . . .”

                                                           ~Be my angel~

            “Relax.”

                                                      ~Do you wanna die?~

            “Se–Sesshomaru?”
            “Shhhhh . . . All is well.” He descended upon her, bringing his lips down to hers as his
hand trailed down the front of her body.
            Rin whimpered.
            His hand traveled over her smooth shoulders, down the slopes of her arms, across the
flare of her hips, and up the flat plane of her stomach as he whispered words of comfort and
praise.
            Such odd things for him to be saying. Her? Lovely? Beautiful? Soft and warm?
            He brought his mouth down to her right breast, suckling and teasing the stiff peak as his
right hand caressed her left breast, squeezing its fullness with the palm of his hand, rolling its
nipple between his clawed forefinger and thumb, the ends of his hair tickling her toned flesh
where it touched.
            Rin writhed beneath him, her hands splayed across his bare shoulders and back, her body
wordlessly begging him to take what she willingly offered, her breathless cries filling the
formerly quiet grove.
            Sesshomaru ceased his motions for a moment, stopping to stare up at the flushed face of
his young companion, his heated gaze boring into the brown depths of her eyes.
            Rin blinked, temporarily parting the haze of lust that clouded her mind, startled by the
sudden lack of sensation. But . . .
            What a stirring sight to see: her lord’s bare body hovering above her, resting on his
elbows and knees, his pale skin glowing even in the darkest shadows, his eyes blazing a deep
bronze, searching her, seducing her, silently seeking her permission to continue.
            And his body was so warm and inviting–a deep, penetrating heat radiating from the
smooth skin and firm flesh perfectly sculpted over the taut muscles of his elegantly sleek form.
The straight column of his neck, the gentle slope of his shoulders, the curve of his biceps, his
broad chest and narrow waist . . . the outline of each abdominal muscle etched in his perfect,
porcelain-like skin.
            And, if she dared look farther down, there was an intriguing trail of silver curls that
seemed to start just below his last set of abdominal muscles and ended somewhere in the more
shadowed recesses of his body.
            “Rin . . .”
            His voice brought her eyes back to his face–the blue crescent moon on his forehead, the
soft, silver tendrils of hair, the twin magenta stripes on each cheek and those eyes . . . As long as
she would live, she would never forget the promises they held this night–passion, pleasure . . .
pleading?
            “Rin,” he spoke just as softly but more insistently, the pads of his fingertips running slow
circles over and around her left breast, his eyes never leaving hers.
            “By the gods . . .” her eyes slowly began to drift shut as a particularly pleasant sensation
washed over her and settled itself at the crux of her thighs.
            He continued to stimulate the sensitive flesh of her breast as he slid himself up her body
to bury his nose in the crook of her neck, inhaling deeply then sending his tongue out to taste her
sweet flesh. “It aches . . . does it not?”
            Rin let out a breathless sigh, her body arching towards his touch. “H–how did you
know?”
            He placed an open-mouthed kiss at the base of her neck, lightly scraping the tip of his
fangs over her pulse point. “This Sesshomaru . . . aches to be with you.”
            Her breath caught in her throat as she felt a long, hot hardness settle itself against her
right inner thigh.
            “It aches to be within you, my Rin.” He ran his turgid length along her quivering flesh,
seeking to relieve some of the mounting tension. “Will you deny it?” he asked. “Will you deny
me?” His tip slipped dangerously close to the entrance of her body, her warm, wet heat too
inviting to ignore. “Will you deny yourself the extreme pleasure of becoming my mate?”
            Rin shuddered beneath him, her left hand clenching his right shoulder. His words were
so soft, so sweet, so damned seductive . . . And it ached so badly!
            How could her lord make her hurt like this?
            He ran his hand from the soft swell of her chest, along her shoulder to cup the slender
column of her neck from behind. With his thumb he urged her face to turn towards him and
caught her lips in a searing embrace, his coarse tongue and smooth lips igniting the final sparks
of desire in the pit of her stomach, causing her to cry out, gripping his shoulders tightly as her
hips arched off the green blanket of grass.
            “Please,” she nearly sobbed. “Please stop . . . Please, make it stop.”
            Restraining himself from tearing into her right then and there, he ripped his mouth from
hers and pressed them to her right ear, his breath hot, his voice husky with need. “Do you desire
this Sesshomaru?”
            “Yesss . . . Please . . . It hurts . . .”

                                                      ~Do you wanna die?~

            His male member jerked in response to her pleas, his groin tight, his blood nearing the
boiling point. “It will hurt,” he quietly cautioned her, his voice coarse, his hold on her tight.
“This first time when this Sesshomaru enters. There will be pain.”
            “I don’t care,” she ground out. It hurt so badly. . . it ached so much . . .
            She wanted to die. Anything to make it to stop. The throbbing, the pulsing, the dull,
lingering ache . . . Nothing could be worse than this.
            And then she felt it: a pair of large, strong hands settling themselves on her hips, pressing
them back down to the ground, followed by the acute awareness of the absence of his heat, his
weight, his body hovering above hers.
            Her eyes flew open as she bolted upright. She wanted to be closer to him, not farther
away.
            They regarded one another–she, seated on her bottom, her legs akimbo, her knees at the
same level as her chest; he, kneeling between her bent legs, his hands resting firmly on her hips.
Their faces were a few scant inches apart, their noses nearly touching as Rin spoke.
“Wh–what’re you doing? Why did you stop?”
            His right hand slowly slid from her left hip to her outer thigh, the palm of his hand
carefully following the curve of the long, lean muscle. “This is not where it stops; this is where
it starts. Now, lie back for me.”
            Rin gave a slight nod as his hand, again, settled at her hip, his thumbs sliding back and
forth within the creases of her thighs. She drew in a deep breath and pushed it out as her bare
back made contact with the cool surface of the ground, the blades of grass, bending and breaking
beneath her weight, her hair fanned out underneath her.
            He took a moment to study his soon-to-be mate, his keen eyes feasting on the female
spread out before him. He focused on her face, then her neck and shoulders, only to travel
farther downward to dwell upon the swell of her breasts with their perky peaks, caramel-colored
nipples and buoyant pliancy. His eyes then dipped lower to follow the flat plane of her stomach
and the outward flare of her hips to come in contact with her upper thighs . . . And between those
thighs... a dark nest of downy curls that covered her woman’s mound, seeking to camouflage her
glistening pink folds, her excited little center of pleasure and the warm, wet walls of her,
doubtlessly, tight interior.
            He removed one hand from her hip and stroked himself slowly, deliberately, watching in
silent delight as Rin’s eyes widened in wonder and her face flushed with embarrassment. “Do
not look away,” he instructed her. He then slid his other hand to rest between her parted thighs,
cupping her sex in the palm of his hand, rubbing slow circles over the tiny, tender piece of flesh
with the pad of his thumb.
            “Ohhhhhh . . . Wh–what are you doing?”
            “Preparing you,” he said simply. Continuing both his and her stimulation, he ran his
longest finger along the seam of her sex.
            Rin gasped.

                                                      ~Do you wanna die?~

            Gods . . . what a feeling . . .
            The stunning sight of Sesshomaru kneeling between her spread legs, his head bent, his
eyes equally intent on her flushed face and the fiery depths of her nether regions. The
scintillating waves of sensation his fingers sent shooting through her spine as he plied her with
one hand and stroked her with the other. The sound of his heavy breathing co-mingling with her
own gasps for air and passion-filled pleas. The smell of his musk mixing with her own desire.
The salty sweet taste of her lips as she licked them to keep them from going dry . . .
            “Yesss . . .” she lightly hissed. “Sooo gooood . . .”
            Sesshomaru had abandoned his own erection in favor of further stimulating his mate. He
used the fingers of his right hand to penetrate her as the thumb of his left hand rubbed slow
circles around the excited nubbin nestled in the warm folds of her slick sex. She was so tight
and so responsive to his touch . . .
            One finger soon became two, which quickly became three. Stretching her, filling her, his
long, lean fingers retreating and advancing as her inner muscles clamped tightly around them,
sending shocks of her warm, wet heat through his entire frame. He wanted her, wanted her so
badly as she arched her back, raising her hips up and down to meet the rhythm of his thrusts. He
wanted to feel her body wrapped around him as she worked her hips against his, nibbling at her
neck, tasting her tongue, licking the sweat from her flesh as she cried out for him over and over
again, his phallus buried deeply in her body. Her breasts pressed to his chest, her soft lips
teasing his outer ear, her delicate hands clenching and grasping, digging her nails into the flesh
of his back.
            It would be marvelous and every aching inch of his maleness knew it.
            “Please,” she cried out brokenly. “I . . . I . . . unhhhhhh . . .”
            Sesshomaru growled his approval as Rin’s arousal spiked then died away to a blissfully
musky scent of roses, sakura, earth and rain. He felt as if he were drowning, delightfully
dragged down in the undertow of her orgasm.
            In a fluid stream of motion, he withdrew his drenched digits and positioned his tip at her
entrance, the heat and moisture from the tight canal calling to his baser instincts, demanding that
he cease this charade and simply slam it into her. But no. He would take her, but he would also
take his time.
            No matter how much it killed him.

                                                      ~Do you wanna die?~
                                                      ~Do you wanna die!~

            “Ohhh!”
            “Shhhh . . .”
            Even after the stretching, she would need time to adjust to his size. It was a gloriously
tight fit, and as his tip cleared her first set of muscles, he felt himself shudder inwardly at the
intense pleasure.
            It truly was “so good” . . . And only Rin could, only Rin had made him feel this way.
            “Relax,” he said soothingly, running a clawed hand through her tousled hair. “Breathe.
Enjoy.”
            She let out a ragged breath, and he felt her relax, helping to ease his entrance.
            “Good,” he crooned to her, slipping in another inch.
            “M–my lord . . . So . . . big . . .” the edge had faded from her voice and was replaced by a
soothing purr.
            “Yesss,” he stroked the hair back from her face, his other hand holding tightly onto her
hip. “Good girl.”
            She gave a satisfied smile as he slid in another inch and another, her lithe body
accommodating his large length and girth. It was so . . . strange, but so good. Her lord had her
tightly strung, and she knew that she’d soon break. Break, and break hard, her soul shattering
into a million pieces and her gracious lord would be there to gather her up.
            “More,” she moaned, her chest rising and falling with each labored breath. She knew he
had more to give, and she wanted it all. All of it in her, all of him in her.
            And then she felt it. Resistance. Something in her wouldn’t let him get any farther.
            She let her eyes drift open and glanced down between their two bodies as Sesshomaru
passed the pad of his thumb over her cheek. He was barely halfway in.
            She looked up into his eyes and saw . . . conflict, concentration, strain, satisfaction and. . .
concern?
            Oh yes. This was the part that was supposed to hurt. Breaking through her virgin barrier.
There would be blood, so he could bury himself within her body. And she wanted him, all of
him inside her. Previously, his eyes had promised pleasure and passion, and this “thing” was
getting in the way.
            She met his gaze and nodded resolutely, noting the way his member, obviously
involuntarily, jerked to her reply.
            She gave him another smile, much darker, and more alluring and mesmerizing than any
she’d ever given him before. Not the lovingly innocent smile a child bestows upon her
caretaker, but a knowing, seductive grin a temptress would give to her chosen target.
            Sesshomaru growled lowly in his chest, granting her a smile of his own, baring the tips of
his fangs as the corners of his mouth quirked upwards.
            Rin drew in a deep breath and pushed it out, her lord plunging into her on the exhale.
            It hurt. So very badly.
            It was said that internal injuries were by far the worst type of wound, and Rin was apt to
agree–the tearing, the burning, that searing jolt of white hot pain!
            She refused to utter a sound, taking it as her lord had trained her to take any injury: with
grim determination. But this wasn’t “any” injury, and the reluctant tears streaming down her
face gave her away.
            As eager as she’d been for it to begin, she now wanted it to stop. She wanted to
withdraw from this engagement and regroup–retreat to a safe distance, count her casualties and
make plans to battle another day.
            But they weren’t making war, now, were they? No, not war, love. This is what it was to
make love with a man.
            “Rin . . .” He gently descended upon her, holding his hips as still as possible as he rested
his weight on his elbows, stretching himself out above her. He surrounded her face with both of
his hands, brushing back her tears with the pads of his thumbs as he planted soft pecks on her
forehead, lips, chin and the tip of her nose.
            Again, the odd words came from her lord’s mouth. Lovely. Beautiful. Soft. Warm.
Brave girl. Good girl . . . It was “so good to be with her.” He’d waited “so long for this
moment.” And . . .
            “Only you, my Rin. This Sesshomaru will never want any other.”
            Just those few words made her so happy. And to feel his nimble hands on her bare body,
the two of them joined in the most intimate fashion, his warm, solid form above, around and
inside her . . . his soft lips, kind words and slick, sensuous tongue . . .
            It felt so . . . SO . . .
            She felt a stirring in her stomach as a warm, wet heat spread from her groin to her
outstretched lower limbs, overtaking the pain and . . . AND . . .

                                                      ~Do you wanna die!~
                                                      ~Do you wanna die!~
                                                      ~Do you wanna die?~
                                                      ~Well I promise you~
                                                      ~I will treat you well~
                                                         ~My sweet angel~
                                                       ~So help me, Jesus~

            She thrust her hips against his and was almost lost.
            So good. So right. And she’d waited for so long.
            Sesshomaru needed no further incentive. She was ready to receive him, and he was
ready to take her.
            Slowly at first. In and out, back and forth, he rocked his hips against hers, withdrawing
and advancing, his head tucked tightly in the crook of her neck.
            So tight and warm and wet. Her slick walls welcoming him, holding him, caressing him.
Her feminine arousal hanging heavily in the air as hot tendrils of pleasure tickled him, teased
him, running up and down his turgid length. Sucking him in, drawing him deeper, pushing him
closer and closer to that delightful drop off.
            His mate moaned beneath him, kissing the side of his face, her arms wrapped tightly
around his neck, her shallow pants for breath blowing across his outer ear.

                                                                 ~Jesus~

            He thrust into her harder, making her gasp and shudder, her fingernails scraping the skin
of his bare back as her hold on him tightened.
            Close. Both of them were so very close.
            He sent his tongue out to taste the salty sweet flesh of her neck, his lips lightly sucking
on the sensitive spot that would soon bear his mark. Once marked, no other male could touch
her in such a familiar fashion. No other male would know her the way he did. No other male
would see her as he had.
            She would call out for no other. She would cling to no other. She would desire no other.
She would–
            He shuddered inwardly as he felt her thumb brush over the tip of his ear. He then
growled in approval, rotating his hips against her, giving her shoulder an affectionate nip and
nuzzle.
            Rin’s eyes rolled back in her head as a particularly pleasurable sensation shot through her
body, making her toes tingle and her inner thighs quake. It was too much, simply too much.
            She could feel something tightly coiled in her stomach–something wonderful and warm
and . . . completely and utterly overwhelming.

                                                                 ~Jesus~

            Sesshomaru silently prayed to every god in existence that he didn’t finish before his
mate. His groin was tight, his muscles were straining, he’d worked up a light sweat, and
breathing was very, very difficult.
            Desperately needing to push her over the edge, he turned his mouth towards her ear,
breathing hot, humid air into the inner canal as he ran his tongue over the outer shell, licking
here, sucking there, carefully trailing his fangs over the thin flesh.
            Rin whimpered.
            “Let go,” he gently urged, driving slowly, deeply into her scorching hot interior. “I know
you’re close,” he continued. “Let go for me, my Rin. Let us . . . die away together. No more
holding back.”
            “Yesss,” Rin nodded. “Please . . .”
            He licked her neck in anticipation as he felt her inner walls flutter, his own release
closely creeping up on him from the corners of his eyes.
            Red. Everything would go red when he laid his claim upon her, sinking his fangs into
her succulent flesh as he emptied his seed into her for her safekeeping
            Rin cried out, her hips lifting off the ground, her inner muscles clamping down on him,
her arms and legs wrapped tightly around him as the strength of her orgasm rocked them both.
            Hard and fast, Sesshomaru’s climax crashed down upon him, claws lengthened, fangs
bared, his eyes bleeding red as his jaws clamped down on the skin in the crook of her neck.
            She cried out again, feeling the pinch of his fangs as they broke her skin and the warm
wetness of his tongue as it lapped up the ensuing blood.
            “Shhhh . . .” he released his hold on her, the last of his seed leaving his now limp
member. He rolled them both onto their sides, pulling her tightly to him, nuzzling his nose
against the newly made mark, enjoying the aroma of their combined scents.
            Rin sighed peacefully, brushing her fingers through the damp strands of his hair, the last
waves of her orgasm trickling down through her.
            “My mate,” Sesshomaru proclaimed softly but gruffly.
            “My . . .” What would be the appropriate word for him? Mate? Husband? Love?
Lover? Lord? Master?
            “Sesshomaru,” she finally concluded. “My Sesshomaru.”
            The demon lord growled his approval, his head sinking from her neck to rest atop the
pillows of her breasts, his male member slipping from the warm recess of her body.
            Rin winced slightly then quickly recovered as she glanced down at the silver head of hair
nestled between her breasts. “Are you quite comfortable?” she half-laughed, half-yawned.
            He gave a light grunt in reply, wrapping his arms more snugly around her.
            Rin smiled, following his lead, wrapping her arms around his shoulders as she pressed
her right cheek to the top of his head. “So,” she said, “is this what you wanted to see me about?”

                                                              ~Jesus . . .~

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Commentary Corner: So, that was it: theMaven’s first, and possibly only, songfic. What did you
think? Was it good? Was it bad? Was it somewhere in between?
Remember, it was my first time, so be gentle with your reviews.
Thanks for reading and reviewing, and I hope I didn’t disappoint,
theMaven :)
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Do You Wanna Die?