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When Sesshomaru pays an unexpected visit to the old miko Rin stays with, she tells him that she’s washing her clothing with some other village girls at a nearby stream. He abandons Jaken at the rural hut and stealthily approaches the girls by weaving through the forest canopy, hoping to observe how Rin conducts herself among friends.
It's a good thing he decided to be sneaky. It's a hot afternoon and the young ladies are naked as they beat towels, bed linens, and clothes against the rocks. His concern isn’t about his physical response to them; he doesn't really find humans attractive. Sesshomaru only worries he may embarrass Rin, and for the moment, he enjoys watching her be unguarded with the others.
"Are you nervous about your wedding night, Naomi?" one of the girls asks another of the group.
She slaps the garment she's scrubbing against a large flat boulder. "I just keep telling myself that even if it doesn't feel good at first, it will eventually. From what I hear, he's not particularly gigantic down there, so I guess I’m just a little anxious." The young woman goes on to speculate how the experience might differ if her new husband was to be, say, Kohaku or the hulking farmer near InuYasha's home.
The betrothed girl giggles, looking at Rin. "But what about you? If you're lucky to get Sesshomaru-sama to take you for a bride, you'll have to accept his length! I bet it's as big around and long as my arm!"
Sesshomaru stares through the tree limbs and leaves, listening to Rin's heart race in her chest as the others speculate about the size of his genitalia. Her cheeks are pink as fresh cherries, but he can find no annoyance emanating from her. Instead, she replies, "If Rin is lucky enough to be taken by Sesshomaru-sama, she would take great care to make her body accept him, no matter his size."
The others wonder aloud if copulating with him would tear them apart, but Rin never wavers in her defense of him. Her friends tease her about lusting over the dog demon and ask her if she could handle the experience, especially if he were to be consumed by his yokai energy.
He watches her visibly shiver, noticing her tiny breasts are suddenly tipped with pebbled nipples- and her scent has changed to something that grabs his attention by the short hairs. "Not only would Rin be able to handle Sesshomaru-sama in such a state, she would give up her life to be in such a position, even if it was only once."
Her smell. Her bold claim. Her blushing face and sincerity. Sesshomaru suddenly finds himself aroused by a human- by Rin- for the first time. He cares for her because she's the only thing in the world that loves him for who he is and not what he can do for her. He's not in the habit of keeping friends, but he would consider her to be his best friend, and he’s thought about taking her as a mate solely to be able to protect her for the rest of her life.
However, when she declares she desires him, and that she wants to willingly and equally participate in the consummation of any union they might have, that she craves him sexually, it’s almost more than he can handle.
He forces his body to settle itself. He can't just kidnap and deflower her in some forest because of the way her scent has changed from familiar to desirous! If he wants to claim her as mate and wife, he wants to be sure it’s done properly. Even demons prefer rutting in a bed instead of mud and grass. His instincts are on fire, telling him Rin would still love him if he mounted her right there in front of the village girls. The demon blood surging through his veins beg him to shed his decorum and give in to his surprising need to hastily claim her. It’s a bit of a struggle to gather his wits, but finally he does. He leaves silently with the intent to prepare a place to physically love Rin and make their bond more permanent.
As Sesshomaru heads out of the tree tops, his mind wanders to suitable locations. He keeps no home in a traditional sense, and as he hardly ever needs to sleep, he doesn’t even own a bed. He had rooms of his own at his mother’s palace in the clouds, perhaps he should take her there. On the other hand, maybe he should ask the old miko to go stay with InuYasha and his woman for the night and love Rin in her own bed. There’s always caves and abandoned shrines, but surely such an important milestone should be celebrated in a more appropriate setting.
Though bedding a human woman has never crossed his mind before, and being completely unprepared to handle such an endeavor at the moment, Sesshomaru isn’t stupid. He decides that Rin is more than deserving of a plush and comfortable room, no matter the cost or location. He knows she wouldn’t admonish him if he decided to create a futon made of leaves and laid it in a cave. After all, when they wandered the country together when she was a child, they often camped in the open woods. He decides that anywhere will be perfect, so long as they are together.
After several weeks of consideration and planning, Sesshomaru decides he’ll claim a mountain top for himself and build a small but lavish castle there. He pays a visit to his mother to ask her to send builders and materials to construct his new home as quickly as possible. Her guards welcome him and take him to where her throne overlooks the entire sky, and he makes his request in a form that more resembles a command.
His mother smirks at him, tittering. “I assume you mean to take the girl as your mate, then?”
Sesshomaru maintains his composure, despite feeling the eyes of his mother’s staff on him, anxiously awaiting an answer. “This one doesn’t need a reason to want a home for himself.”
She covers her mouth with her sleeve and guffaws. It takes her a moment to regain her composure, and when she does, she wipes tears from her golden eyes. “My son, you’ve lived for many years without a home! There is only one reason you would want one, and it’s your little human!” She makes a casual remark that in addition to building a home, he should have a cradle made as well.
“If you don’t wish to supply the labor and lumber, simply say so, mother. This one will find another way.”
The Lady of the West rises from her throne and approaches him, smiling gently before cupping his cheek. “I will not provide you with a castle.” But before he can blink away in his energy ball, she says she will instead offer him something better. She removes the Meidou stone from around her neck, bites down on the jewel and cracks it, then takes a shard and presses it into his palm, curling his fingers around it.
“When you mark her, slip this into the wound and she will live a demon’s lifetime.”
Sesshomaru feels his eyes widen minutely in surprise, shocked that his mother not only condones his plans, but sees to it that he and Rin can spend a true lifetime together. “You have this one’s most sincere gratitude,” he murmurs.
His mother nods, then withdraws her hand. “The girl doesn’t need a castle. The village she stays in now is fine. No matter where or how you decide to take her, she’ll be happy.”
“Will you recognize our pups?” he asks as she turns to go back to her throne.
His mother pauses, humming. “If they’re worthy of recognition, yes.”
His business complete, he leaves to travel back to Rin’s village.
Rin is just putting away her sewing supplies when Sesshomaru-sama suddenly appears in the doorway. Her smile is instantaneous and she gets to her feet to greet him.
“Sesshomaru-sama!” she exclaims cheerfully. “What are you doing here?”
He enters the hut, ducking down- but he doesn’t stand back up. She watches as he kneels before her, and she feels panic rise in her chest. Rin comes to his side in an instant, asking in a worried voice if he’s been hurt.
“Rin,” he says, emotionless as always. Immediately, she silences herself and looks into his eyes. “This one is uninjured.”
“Why is Sesshomaru-sama on his knees, then?” she asks, whispering, almost afraid of the answer.
He holds out his hand, a sliver of what looks like dark blue glass resting in his large palm. “This one wants to mark you as his mate, and place this piece of this Meido Seki into your body. It will make sure the two of us will live a very long life together.”
Rin forgets to breathe as she searches his stoic face, looking for some kind of clue as to whether or not he's joking. Her hands begin to tremble. The Lord of the West, the Great Dog Demon, the ‘killing perfection’, the person she loves above any of her own species, wants to take her for a bride.
“My Lord wants Rin?” She repeats her question when he gives her a single nod, still struck with disbelief. “He wants Rin for his mate?”
“Is it so unbelievable that you would question this one’s intent?” Sesshomaru asks.
She feels her cheeks heat as she turns her eyes away from him. “Rin always assumed that since she is human, she wouldn’t even be considered-”
Suddenly she is surrounded by leather and silk, and Moko-Moko slithers to Sesshomaru’s heavy steel cuirass to protect her from the sharp spikes. He’s holding her tightly to his chest and she can hear him quietly sniffing at the crown of her head.
“There is no other living thing more worthy or deserving of this one’s attention.”
As small as she is compared to him, there’s no way she can fully wrap her arms around him, but that doesn’t stop her from trying. Her heart feels like it’s going to burst with happiness, and when tears come, she has to laugh and reassure him that she’s not in pain.
“Rin would be honored to be her Lord’s mate,” she says as she wipes her eyes. “It is her most desired wish.”
With her acceptance of his proposal, he stands up, towering over her. “This one has no home to speak of, and you will have to continue to live in the village as you have. However, our first coupling will be something that may frighten the villagers. Rin will have to be marked somewhere other than here.”
“Rin has a place in mind, if my Lord is unsure where to go.”
He bends down, whispering darkly in her ear, “Where shall this one deflower you, Rin?”
Unable to stop the whimper that erupts from her throat, she answers her voice barely above a whisper. “Th-the place Rin first saw you, Lord Sesshomaru… The little meadow in the forest.”
“This one nearly died there,” he says, brushing a stray strand of hair back into place.
“Rin nearly died there as well. What better place to celebrate living?”
He looks blankly at her, but she knows he’s thinking it over. Finally, he says, “We will turn it into a place of new life and stay until this one quickens your womb.”
“When do we leave, My Lord?”
Sesshomaru takes a slow deep breath. “Now. The scent of Rin’s desire is maddening.” He picks her up as if she were a toddling child, strides outside the small hut she shares with Kaede, and flies off.
“Wait, shouldn’t Rin tell Kaede-san where she is going?” Rin cries as they speed away.
“The old miko has known for some time that this may happen. She will know without Rin having to tell her.” He zips through the trees at a speed that nearly makes Rin sick. She closes her eyes and holds tightly to the edges of his leather chestplate. Luckily, they aren’t in the air for very long.
They touch down lightly in the meadow of their first meeting and for a moment, Rin simply looks around. The grasses have grown very long, wildflowers bloom in the place Sesshomaru lingered in pain as he recovered from InuYasha’s Wind Scar attack, and the little glen smells sweet. Birds sing as a breeze shifts the shadows of the leaves, morphing the pools of sunshine scattered on the ground.
“You’re certain this is the place Rin desires?” Sesshomaru asks. “You wouldn’t rather have a room with a proper bed?”
Smiling, she turns toward her mate to be. “No, Sesshomaru-sama. This is the perfect place.”
He slowly walks to where she stands and her heart begins to race. “And you're certain she wishes to give herself to this one?”
“Rin has always been Sesshomaru-sama’s. Ever since Tenseiga raised her, she has been his.” She watches as Moko-Moko unwinds from his armor and shapes itself into a place for them to lay, and Sesshomaru removes his cuirass and pauldron, laying them down with a thud at the base of a tree. She swallows. “Should Rin disrobe?”
“No,” he answers, his voice almost a growl. His stripes have become the slightest bit jagged, and his eyes are morphing between gold, green, and teal as if they can’t decide what color they want to settle on. When he reaches for her, his claws comb through her hair, brushing it away from her shoulder. She feels his tongue on her neck below her ear and inhales sharply.
“This one will undress you.”
“Please,” she whispers.
Sesshomaru’s stoic face breaks, his mouth curling the slightest bit before snorting at the top of her head again. “This Sesshomaru can smell your want for him. Shall he untie your clothing or shred it?”
Boldly, she breathes, “Shred it, my Lord!”
The sound of ripping silk doesn’t distract her from his mouth on hers, his huge hands caressing her body, or how he somehow manages to rid himself of his leather armor. He holds her bare body against his chest, and as he kisses her, her hands shove his kimono from his shoulders.
“Do you wish for this Sesshomaru to be nude as well, Rin?” he asks as one of his hands kneads at her bottom.
“Yes!”
“It seems necessary, but to pause heaven is a sin.” He licks her from her collarbone to her chin with a rumble of pleasure.
“Then let Rin do it,” she says, reaching between them, searching for the knot holding his hakama and kimono on. “Let Rin undress her Lord and mate.”
Without releasing her, he leans backward enough that she can untie him with ease. When Rin’s shaking hands finish and he doesn’t magically lose his clothes, she pulls desperately at his kimono and undershirt until they’re free of his pants. She looks up at him when his chest shakes with silent laughter.
“Let this Sesshomaru assist you.”
He gently kisses her, then stands up. His shirts fall from his arms and his hakama fall to the ground, though still attached to his ankles by his boots. Faster than her eyes can follow, he removes the remainder of his aristocratic attire and stands bare before her, his maleness engorged and much darker than the rest of his pale skin, bobbing in a slight curve away from him. He also bears magenta stripes at his hips and ankles, and for a fleeting moment she wishes she had stripes as well.
“Rin.”
His voice brings her back to the moment. “Yes Sesshomaru-sama?”
“Lie down on this one’s fur.”
She scrambles to where Moko-Moko has made a bed for her, and when her Lord joins her there, she wraps her arms around his neck and pulls him down for more kisses. He obliges, but doesn’t linger at her lips long. Soon, he’s licking her neck and chin again, one hand threaded possessively into her hair and the other teasing her small breast.
Words fail her. He makes her feel like she’s on fire inside, a fire blazing like she’s never experienced before- a fire that she wants to be consumed by forever. Through the decadent haze of being teased into a panting mess, she notices all of his stripes are fully jagged now, and he moves from licking her throat to licking the nipple he raised to a tight peak. Her moan of approval tightens the fingers in her hair, and that seems to intensify the sensation at her breast.
“Rin’s scent is stronger than before,” he murmurs against her areola. “You are enjoying this Sesshomaru’s touch.”
Before the heat of his mouth can fully dissipate, she feels him licking at the apex of her legs and sits up with a gasp. He doesn’t stop, merely reaches up and pinches at her nipple, urging her to lie back in the same motion. As he slurps the flavor of her femininity, she writhes beneath him, pleading for him to give her more. The vibration of his voice as he hums against her triggers a new response from her body, and then she’s overcome with something she can’t name- but it feels incredible.
“Yes, Rin,” he encourages- a comment and tone of voice she’s never heard him use before. His head is raised from her body as the pad of his thumb takes over for his tongue. He gazes at her with the slightest smug grin on his face. “Melt for this one.”
“My Lord, Rin is… Rin feels so good!” she whines. Whatever just consumed her seems to be fading, but Sesshomaru doesn’t let it fade completely. He pauses long enough to bite the claws from two of his fingers, then his wicked mouth is stirring her up again. It’s clear why he bit his claws off moments later as he slips a digit into her quivering body.
“What is my Lord doing?” she breathes while simultaneously forcing herself down on his finger.
He takes a few moments to answer her, as if he’s reluctant to give up a treasured snack. “Preparing your body to receive this one’s length.” He resumes his oral assault, ramping her up to crest again. She’s so close now, and when he slips a second finger into her, she comes apart and calls his name in her delirium- without his honorific.
At first she panics that she’s disrespected him, but when she opens her eyes to find him shoving his face deeper between her legs and looking pleased, she relaxes. “Please, my Lord!” she begs. “Rin is ready!”
He continues pumping his fingers into her body, almost purring as he responds, “Your flavor is the most delicious of all this one has ever tasted. It is difficult to fulfill Rin’s request.”
That gives Rin an idea. “Rin wants to taste you too, Sesshomaru-sama!”
He hums again and she shivers. “This one doesn’t think Rin’s mouth can open that far.”
“Then let Rin lick!”
He reluctantly withdraws, goes back for one last taste, then sits back on his knees and strokes his cock. Rin watches how he touches himself for a few seconds before joining him with her small hands. His eyes turn red, his fangs grow longer, and his hips minutely thrust against her touch.
“Do you think it’s too large to take?” he growls.
She shakes her head, “Not at all, my Lord.” Without hesitation, she touches her tongue to the red tip of his maleness, licking the ridge that separates his head from his shaft. A low rumble drowns out the sound of her wet mouth on his body. Rin glances up at his face and finds his head tilted backward, his fangs bared, and his eyes closed into slits. She decides she must be making him feel as incredible as he made her feel just moments before. Cautiously, she opens wide and attempts to suck the head of his length.
Her lord’s growl abruptly stops when he gasps. His fingers weave themselves back into her hair as he chokes back a moan- and Rin thinks he couldn’t be more desirable if he tried. Her insides clench wantonly, begging for the organ in her mouth in a wordless plea. Though she tries her best, she can only manage to fit the tip of his cock between her lips. She makes up for it with her hands, both of them encircling and stroking him as he’d stroked himself. His hips rock in time with her ministrations and as Rin pleasures him, she notices a flavor brewing from his slit.
“Sesshomaru-sama? What is salty there?” Rin asks as her hands continue to move.
At first he doesn’t answer her, just gently guides himself back to her mouth. “It’s this one’s seed,” he says in a deep voice she’s never heard before.
She pulls off of him again. “Rin wants to bear her lord and mate children! Please my Lord, Rin is ready!”
His nose sniffs at the air around them before easing her hands away from him. “Indeed, you are ready.” The great dog demon urges her to stand and turn away from him, then a powerful arm gently wraps around her middle and tugs her into his chest. The hand that’s missing two claws cups her sex, massaging and toying with her, then spreads his fingers in front of them. “Rin’s body is now slick enough that she can take this one inside of her.”
Rin doesn’t know what to make of the clear goo that coats his hand in gleaming strands like a spider’s web, but she trusts him. “Please, Sesshomaru-sama, Rin wants her mate inside of her!”
With his arm still around her, he leans over and cages her with his body. Moko-Moko shifts to aid her in positioning her at a height that will work for both of them. He leans over and takes the Meido shard from his kimono and lays it between her shoulders, and with nothing left to stop them, his large hands caress the halves of her ass.
“We will begin slowly,” he assures her as his hair spills from his shoulders to curtain her off from the outside world. She feels one of his hands leave her body, then feels his maleness touching her inner thigh as he blindly navigates himself to her entrance. At last, his soft tip touches her at the place he licked earlier and she holds her breath as he cautiously pushes into her body.
Rin knows how big Sesshomaru's cock is- she can barely fit it into her mouth and it takes both of her hands to encircle it. But the opening between her legs seems to be made of much stretchier stuff, and though the feeling is a bit uncomfortable, it doesn’t hurt. Her Lord carefully continues to enter her, slowly, pausing at times to seemingly catch his breath. He presses against something deep inside of her and he stops altogether.
“Our bodies are one, Rin. Are you in any pain?” he asks.
“No, my Lord,” she sighs. “Thank you, Sesshomaru-sama.”
He kisses her neck and gives her a lick behind her ear. “This one is going to move within you now and make you a mother.”
Rin swallows nervously. “Will it hurt?”
“You have this Sesshomaru’s word that you will only feel ecstasy.” A hand slides over her hip and down to where they are joined. A finger begins to strum that magic spot between her legs and as she offers him a moan, he slowly starts to move. The uncomfortable fullness she felt at the start fades quickly, and it isn’t long before Sesshomaru gradually increases his pace. With the help of his finger, she’s soon consumed with a climax that rivals the ones she had previously. This time however, Sesshomaru gets to feel what her insides are doing when it happens.
“Rin is so hot inside,” he pants. “Your body will mold to this one quickly.”
“Does it feel good for my Lord, too?” she gasps as her breasts jostle against Moko-Moko’s softness.
Barely audible over the sound of her own whimpers, he husks, “You’ve been driving this one mad with lust for weeks. Our first union here is the ultimate pleasure.”
Rin nearly shrieks as his words cause her to come again, and as Sesshomaru moves even faster, she decides that she couldn’t agree more. The experience is exhilarating and she never wants it to end- but her ears perk up as the sound of his grunts turn to growls, then to deep snarling. Soon, she feels soft fur along the backs of her legs and she looks over her shoulder.
Sesshomaru is half transformed, his face slightly elongated into almost a short snout, the claws at her hip have sunk into the flesh and are oozing blood from the wounds, but she feels nothing. Most importantly, his body is covered in fine white hair, thin enough that she can still make out the human-like form beneath, but thick enough to know the demon inside is aware of the importance this moment has.
His demonic eyes catch her looking at him and he rumbles, “Move your hair to one side, Rin.” His request lets her know she will bear the mark of his jaws in mere seconds and she hurries to bare her shoulder. Suddenly, her mate’s cock seems to swell and pulse inside her, and she can feel bursts of warmth pouring into her body, just before the points of his teeth viciously clamp down into her skin. He holds her there with his mouth, his rhythm slowing and his breath puffing hotly against the sweat beading around her hairline. Rin couldn’t care less if they stayed in this position forever, but Sesshomaru has other plans.
He releases her shoulder and deftly inserts the Meidou shard into one of the punctures left behind. The sensation of the jewel healing her wounds causes goosebumps and she shivers against her lord’s half-furred body. As the meadow fills with an ear piercing howl, Rin feels complete and whole, possibly for the first time in her entire life.
Moko-Moko slithers beneath her, lowering her as Sesshomaru remains buried within, helping to lay them both on their sides without moving too much. In the afterglow of their demon marriage, Sesshomaru licks gently at her spilled blood and the mark placed into her body.
“Rin loves Sesshomaru-sama,” she murmurs as her arm rests on his, the latter being curled around her middle with an uncharacteristic tenderness.
“This one returns the sentiment, Rin.”
“Is Rin with child yet?” she asks, yawning immediately after asking.
His deep chuckle somehow makes her feel even safer than before, because he’s completely let his guard down. “It’s likely going to take more than once. However, it brings this Sesshomaru great pride that you wish to bear his pups so quickly.” He kisses her neck and she doesn’t stop the sigh that escapes her. “Rest. We will rut again when the moon is high. Shall I hunt before we begin again?”
Rin doesn’t know if she answers him or not. She falls asleep in her Lord’s embrace without a care in the world.
“It’s nearly sunset,” Kagome says, peering through the doorway of Kaede’s home. “I think we should have InuYasha go look for her.”
Kaede smiles at her. “Let her be. She’s well guarded, that much is certain.”
Kagome pouts as she returns to the fire for more tea. “How can you be so sure?”
Before Kaede can answer her, a distant howl breaks over the village, sending the birds scurrying away in a panic. The old miko watches as Kagome’s hand reaches instinctively for the mark upon her shoulder and she chuckles.
“Rin is fine, trust me.”
InuYasha barges in shortly after, grinning. “I think I know why Rin disappeared!”
“Don’t be obscene, InuYasha,” Kaede chastises. “Let her enjoy her wedding night.”
He comes in and flops down beside Kagome. “I’ll bet I have a little sister now!” He reaches for his wife’s tea. “Hope he didn’t split her wide open with his-”
“SIT BOY!”
When his beloved awakens, night has fallen. Sesshomaru killed a fat boar that wandered nearby and roasted a good portion of it while he ate what he wanted as he carved it up. The shifting light from the nearby fire paints Rin in red, yellow, and orange light- the colors of her favorite wildflowers. The thought draws the corners of his mouth up minutely.
She stirs under his red and white kimono, blinking and taking in her surroundings before yawning and stretching. Rin sits up and sighs, unashamed of her nudity and letting his signature silk garment pool in her lap. She smiles at him and gingerly touches the mark of their union upon her shoulder.
“Thank you, Sesshomaru-sama,” she says quietly.
He offers her a single nod. “Eat. You’ll need your energy.”
She giggles excitedly, then moves behind a shrub to relieve her bladder. When she returns, he notices her sex looks swollen.
“Did this one injure you?” he asks before she takes a bite.
She shakes her head. “Rin doesn’t hurt at all, my Lord. She was told to expect pain, but there wasn’t any.” As his mate digs into her meal, he can smell his seed mingling with her natural aroma and he hums to himself with pride. Sesshomaru would never allow himself to openly say how much he loves her or how thankful he is that she agreed to let him take her for himself, but he does love her fiercely, and he would die trying to protect her.
“Um, Sesshomaru-sama?” she asks, interrupting his thoughts. “Would it be alright if Rin could see her mate’s face when we… join together?”
He thinks for a moment. He’s seen humans rutting before. It seems they prefer face to face love making, and if Rin’s sexual education only consisted of human interactions, it would make sense that she would want that. “Does Rin want to lie on her back or shall this one?”
Her face reddens, though he’s not sure if it’s from embarrassment or shame. “Rin doesn’t know what to do on top-”
“This one doesn’t know either. Rin is this Sesshomaru’s first lover.” When Rin stammers an apology for not having more knowledge on the subject, he lightly touches her wrist, saying, “Let us do what gives us pleasure, in whatever way we discover. We have plenty of time to learn from each other.” Relief washes over her delicate features and he thinks she’s more beautiful than ever.
“Rin is thirsty, my Lord. Once Rin has something to drink, she will be ready to love her Lord again.”
He produces a leather bladder bag filled with fresh spring water. He passes it to her and watches as she gulps greedily. In her haste, some of the water dribbles from her mouth and leaves a glistening trail down her throat and between her breasts. Sesshomaru is alarmed at how the sight of such a trivial thing arouses him.
Rin covers her mouth when she burps, then seals the bag and lays it aside. Sesshomaru rises and quickly removes his white silk hakama and boots, then offers Rin his hand. “Come to this one’s lap.”
She obeys without hesitation as he resumes his seated posture upon a smooth stone. Her bare skin is pimpled with gooseflesh as her tiny bottom rests on his knee. “Sesshomaru-sama?”
“Hn?”
“Will Rin birth a litter of puppies or will she carry one child in her womb?”
He reaches up to cup her cheek. “This one doesn’t know, though he thinks it’s not likely you’ll have more than one or two at a time. Humans don’t normally litter as canines do.”
“And my Lord is willing to recognize hanyou children?” Her dark eyes seem to be full of worry.
“Of course.” He kisses her lips tenderly, then continues, “This Sesshomaru knows the consequences of a demon breeding with a human.”
“Does my Lord want sons or daughters?” Rin asks, shifting to straddle his hips and face him.
“It doesn’t matter. Regardless, they will have this one’s blood in their veins.” He pushes her hair aside and licks the mark he bit into her flesh earlier. Rin gasps at the sensation and her scent gives her wantonness away. “Do you ask such things because you wish for this one to pup you?”
Now panting, she replies, “It is Rin’s most honored duty to provide my Lord with heirs. She wants to become pregnant right away.”
Sesshomaru huffs and snorts at her pulse point, his canine sense of smell letting him know his small bride’s body is ripe for his attentions. “Then this one shall rut you until sunrise, Rin. When we leave here, Rin will be expecting.” He adjusts them, momentarily picking her up with one hand under her ass while the other reaches down to pull his length up between his legs to rest it on Rin’s thigh. Without a word, her small hands begin to touch and stroke him.
“Please hurry and push into Rin again,” she whispers harshly, as if she’s mortified by her own words.
Gently, Sesshomaru moves her hands away to furiously stroke himself into a more ready state. When he’s fully erect, he asks Rin to look at it.
“Look what Rin does to this one’s body. No other being has ever made his maleness this hard or large.”
Rin bites her lip, then reaches down to her own sex, seemingly stroking her clitoris, but holds her hand in front of him. “Sesshomaru-sama is the only one to cause Rin’s body to make this slippery stuff.”
“Then we are well-matched, it seems.” He kisses her deeply, his tongue unable to resist tasting her soft mouth. “Slide down onto my length, this Sesshomaru has an idea of what to do.”
Rin gets her feet under her and rises on shaky legs. He carefully guides them together and sighs as she slowly moves down, down, down. Before, he could only insert half of his cock inside of her. This time, Rin manages to take him entirely into her body. Whether it’s an unexpected side effect of the Meidou shard in her shoulder or just that she’s more aroused than before, he can’t say, nor does he care. The sensation of being entirely enveloped by her is more than enough. Rin’s ass settles against his muscled thighs and the moment he reaches between them to massage the pebble of nerves nestled in her velvety folds, she immediately climaxes around him.
“Yes, come for this one, Rin,” he purrs in her ear. “Your ecstasy is my ecstasy.”
He wonders if Rin noticed his break from his usual imperial speech, but when she clenches him inside her and tries to bounce in his lap, she moans, “Your ecstasy is mine, too.”
His hands wrap around her waist and he assists her in riding his cock. Her mouth hangs open as she begs for his seed, panting his name to the heavens before quaking with another orgasm. Her scent is maddening. Her vocalizations are music to his ears. Her warm body is setting him on fire from the inside out. He begins to move her body over him faster, to the point Rin gives up trying to move on her own. She grips him so perfectly that he can’t help being at the precipice of bursting within her.
“I’m going to knot,” he growls, quickening his pace.
“Yes!” his mate cries breathlessly. “Knot inside me!”
He bites down on her mate mark as he fills her, his knot swelling to the point it’s almost uncomfortable. He realizes immediately after that Rin is climaxing at the same time and her soft insides are gripping his engorged flesh tighter than he thought she could manage.
He holds her to his chest, his arms wrapped around her back and embracing her. Rin tries to hold him the same way, but her arms are too small. Sesshomaru doesn’t care. She’s given him more love in her short lifetime than he’s ever felt from anyone on earth.
“I can feel your heartbeat thrumming around me,” he murmurs.
“I can feel yours too, especially in the knot.”
He pulls back and looks her in the eyes. “Listen very carefully, for you may never hear it again: I love you, Rin.”
She gives him a beautiful smile. “I love you, Sesshomaru-sama.”
“Once the knot loosens, I’ll lay you on your back. Then we can decide which way is better.”
“Will my Lord lick me first?”
He chuckles darkly. “I will lap at your opening for hours if you let me.” He grunts when her body clamps down on his length.
“Then I will give you all the hours you want, my Lord.” Her fingers trace the magenta stripes on his face. “Sesshomaru-sama’s tongue is just as amazing as his fingers and his length.”
“This is heaven,” he whispers, kissing her neck and flicking a claw over her tightened nipple.
He loses track of time and space as he repeatedly makes love to her. The entire meadow must reek of their shared fluids, but he doesn’t care. No one would dare risk their lives to interrupt them. He fills her so many times that he’s forced to actually sleep to replenish his seed. They rut at sunrise, midday, midnight, and all hours in between, for several days. Sesshomaru wonders if maybe he should abandon his title and set up a home with Rin anyway, despite his mother’s words, just to be able to lose himself in loving her physically until the end of their days.
But those thoughts dissipate the afternoon Rin’s scent changes.
His face is buried between her legs, lapping up the liquid gold her urges from her opening. He’s learned what touches make her come undone and which tease her into a wet mess. While slurping at her sex, he notices a nuanced aroma that he hasn’t observed from her before. At first, he attributes it to possibly being oversexed. He gives her a final release before letting her sleep. As she sleeps, he hunts, and when he returns, he notices the strange smell has increased slightly. Without waking her, Sesshomaru sniffs her from head to toe.
The scent is emanating from her lower belly. Her womb sits just below the skin…
He wonders if his father is laughing in hell at the irony of his pure-bred son siring a hanyou of his own. But as he told Rin the first night they spent in the glen, he wants the mixed child she carries.
“This one is going to be a father,” he says to himself.
A pup. A small life made of his union with his human mate. Another to protect.
Sesshomaru lies down at Rin’s hip, resting his face resting on her stomach. He smells her natural aroma, the smell of her previous arousal, the tang of his semen inside her, and the scent of his offspring deep within her. His entire world has changed in the span of a few days in ways he didn’t really understand until this moment.
“My Lord?” Rin murmurs, her fingers gently combing through his hair. “Is everything alright?”
He raises his head and moves to kiss her. “Rin’s womb has quickened. You carry this one’s heir, my mate.”
Rin’s face lights up like the sun and her joyful tears warm his heart. “Sesshomaru-sama,” she says as tears stream from her eyes, “this is the happiest day of Rin’s life! Thank you!”
He pulls her into his arms, holding her and licking her damp cheeks. “This Sesshomaru may have made you a mother, but you have made this one a father. Thank you, Rin.”
Some time later, he dresses her in his undershirt and smothers the cooking fire. Looking around at the area they’ve stayed in for the past week or more, he finds he’s struggling to remember what it looked like when he lay here injured and wondering if he was going to survive InuYasha’s attack. He remembers Rin finding him, dressed in threadbare clothing, dirty, and her eye swollen shut from being attacked herself, but the meadow itself is missing from those memories. Perhaps Rin has been his focus for far longer than he realizes.
He looks over at his bride. Rin is smiling, seemingly lost in her thoughts as her hands rest on her abdomen. The sun is setting and it lights her in profile from behind. All the dying golden light frames her silhouette as if she’s an angel, and this sight burns itself into the deepest parts of his heart and brain.
“Rin,” he says gently. She faces him, still grinning happily.
“Yes, my Lord?”
“It’s time to return to the village. Are you ready?”
She nods and he picks her up. He kisses her once before taking to the air. He shows her no affection when he drops her off at the home she shares with Kaede, merely tells her he will return in a few days. His half-brother says nothing, just smirks at him and offers a single nod. For that, Sesshomaru is grateful. When he comes to check on Rin a few weeks later, he discerns two unique scents coming from her womb. Knowing that she carries twins, he’s more determined than ever to rid the world of anything that would harm his growing family.