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Training	By : botticelliangel Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female > Sessh?maru/Rin > Sessh?maru/Rin Views: 18355 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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It was as if a little bee had taken to dwelling in her belly. Rin winced again as the sharp pain rocketed from her crotch to her navel, and left behind warmth so intense that the rest of her felt frozen. Her fingers trembled, knuckles whitening as she grabbed fistfuls of her cantaloupe kimono. Clenching her legs together the apex of her thighs felt the uncomfortable warmth of the little bee tumbling around in her the stinger stabbing her over and over.

Rin felt her heart pounding faster, louder, making the bee roll over inside of her. A moan of anticipatory anguish strangled her breath, and she moved. This time her knees buckled and she bent them to try to bring herself closer to the ground.

“Stop fidgeting, Rin.”

The command was so automatic, smooth, silky that it wrapped around Rin, and for a moment she remembered that there was more than just this bee in her belly stinging her, filling her, making her feel like she needed to burst open and wet the world.

“Yes, Sesshomaru-sama.” She replied on automatic. Her voice strained with effort to keep her body cool and the bee from tumbling. She was supposed to be staying still, meditating, or praying. She wasn’t sure what the difference between the two was; only that her dearest lord, Prince Sesshomaru of the Western Lands, seemed to think that she needed to commune with herself more often. The pain pierced her tummy again, and again the discomforting warmth permeated through her groin.

She was going to have to tell him.

It was embarrassing.

It shouldn’t be embarrassing, she thought. Her mind argued logical circles around the bee seeing if she could stop its frenzied flight inside of her. She should just say it so she could get done with it, Rin resolved. I really, really need to pee.

Her resolve faltered, and sunk like a lead weight into her stomach. She wished she wasn’t human, bound by human needs, entangled in weakness. She never thought of it a decade ago, when she first met her savior and lord. It never crossed her mind to be embarrassed about her body, her biological functions of maintaining energy.

She clamped her mouth shut, face flushing with bitten back repression. She didn’t want to have to remind her dear lord of her weaknesses. She worried that he would send her back.

The years that she lived in the human village were not unhappy, per say, but they did not include the magnificence of Sesshomaru. He swept into the village randomly to treat Rin to kimonos and hair combs, and every time she saw him her heart thrummed with the knowledge that she was supposed to be by his side.

And now she was. Rin was by Sesshomaru’s side, and terrified that he would reason it best for her to leave again.

The bee was caterwauling inside of her.

Gasping she turned on her heals sure that she wasn’t going to be able to stand for much longer, and started to run.

She got in two good strides before slamming into hard muscular flesh. Eyes filled with tears, she stared at the white silk in front of her. He had moved to stop her.

“Sesshomaru-sama, I…” Her voice faltered and her breath hitched into the back of her throat. No! no, no… this can’t be happening! The little bee was breaking free. The pressure was swelling over the dam of her control.

The heat raged inside of her, her skin flushed and broke into a sweat. The pain of holding back and repressing her body became so great that in the moment her needs became more than her will. She felt the world become weightless. Her head spun. Her knees buckled, and she crouched down arms wrapped tight around her belly.

She moaned when it gushed out of her, relieving her of her own self imposed repression. Her crotch throbbed, her muscles twitched, and her world narrowed to nothing but the wet warmth drenching her kimono and raining down on the stone floor beneath her feet.

The little bee tumbled again, its stinger leaving behind painful delicate warmth.

Rin sank into the clear wetness on the floor, never having been so viscerally relieved in her whole life.

Until she opened her eyes…

Sesshomaru was still standing in front of her, and all she could focus on was his boots. The black leather was usually dull, but it was now bright as he stood sill in the new lake on his floor.

Mortified, Rin felt her heart hammer uncontrollably in her chest, and then nothing was as loud as her lord’s snarl.

“Rin.” Sesshomaru growled. She cringed at the way he said her name, animalistic. She tried to swallow the knot of dread and humiliation in her throat, and it only got lodged in her chest. Her breath was a ghost in the face of her mollification. Hesitantly she lifted her chin, looking up to the angry red eyes she knew would meet her, stare at her, judge her. She trembled at the sight of him.

Rin’s eyes traveled slowly up from his wet boots, to the silk of his hakama. She felt another dagger of fear when she saw his hands clasped in fists by his side. Gulping hard her eyes slid up past his obi, over the expanse of his unarmored chest, to the insignia of his status red and emblazoned on his shoulder. And there she stopped too frightened to see anger colorfully played across his face.

“I…” She choked on the word trying to fumble out an apology. An apology for being human, for being weak, for having disgusting needs, and for doing something so terribly humiliating that it would probably never be forgiven.

Her apology was never to be had, never to be voiced, because at that moment her lord’s strong hands slid under her armpits. Her heart tumbled loose in her chest as he flipped her over, onto her knees. One strong hand held her by the nape of her neck forcing her head to bow down into the puddle of her own urine. She wanted to sink down and evaporate from the world, disappear into the darkness of shame. Her lord grabbed her side keeping her from doing just that, and a whole new level of uncertainty and fear filtered into her blood as her hair became drenched. Her back arched to the floor but he was keeping her up so that her bottom was in the air, her wet kimono sticking to her skin.

“I would have thought at your age,” her lord growled and removed his hand from the nape of her neck. She didn’t dare move from the spot he moved her in. “that you would be housebroken, Rin.”

She squeezed her eyes shut and wanted to die at the reprimand. Housebroken, as if she was a pet… well she did just pee on the floor like an untrained puppy. And now he was all but rubbing her nose in it.

He growled again, deep and throaty. She shivered when his strong hands moved, curled, reached, and touched the wet silk covering her bottom. She would have thought he’d leave her, avoid her. Wasn’t what she did disgusting to him?

“Sesshomaru-sama?” She questioned a hint of fear painting her voice. His hands retreated for a moment, and then she yelped in unintelligible surprise when his palm came down on her wet bottom hard enough to smart.

“Punishment, Rin.” His voice was husky, deep, loosing the silky cool of disinterest. He brought his palm down on her again, and it stung. But beyond the sting, Rin was tumbled into confusion. She dared to open her eyes and glance up to her lord. What her eyes saw was startlingly beautiful and terrifying all in one. Sesshomaru looked a little unglued.

His eyes were swimming with emotion gazing down at her with his lips pulled back in a toothy leer. It was not an expression she had ever seen on his face before. His golden eyes peered into her soul and once again he slapped her bottom. She cringed, but kept his gaze as his strong fingers massaged the wet cloth of her kimono in a farce apology for the punishment.

“I’m sorry!” She cried out when he smacked her again. Tears began to well up in her eyes as she fought the feeling of fear and pain down. She was sure her bottom was blooming red with the punishment. His fingers lingered on her kimono, lightly picking at the cloth, and she fully expected another blow to come.

But she got what she never expected. Her breath rushed in when her dearest lord yanked the material of her kimono up, dragging it over her knees and hips until only her wet welted bottom was exposed to his scrutiny.

The punishment took on a different tone, one that embarrassed Rin all over again. It also confused and excited her. Heart pounding out of control she gasped hard when his palm hit her pink stained flesh and then stayed there rubbing ever so close to her heat engulfed sex. Another open palmed assault on her quivering backside forced the tears from her eyes, but the pain was only half noticeable in the face of his fingers gliding from her left butt cheek to the right dipping in and down to give a passing acknowledgement to her wet sex.

Rin moaned as his fingers danced from the berry red swell of her clit to the tight slick sheath of her womanhood. Her voice broke into an excited whine when she felt his fingers so full of punishment and promise test the wetness gathered there, and plunged in.

Stretched and hot, and aching Rin moaned again.

“Sesshomaru!”

Sesshomaru withdrew his hand, and then he was gone as if he had never been there.

Panting and unsatisfied Rin rolled onto her side no longer caring that her kimono was ruined.

A new little bee was wailing inside of her, begging to be released.
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