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Rin could feel the futon dipping under his weight as he approached her, moving slowly, calmly, as if trying to give her time to get up and run, to stop him, to tell him to leave, to go now, before they do something they might regret... but none of those words come out of her. They never do.
He crawls his way to her like so many other times before; he prefers it this way. Golden eyes glowing dangerous by the candle light, but Rin knows no harm shall come her way, not from this creature that closes in on her in the middle of a moonless night, no- no danger could ever come to her from the hands of Sesshōmaru-sama.
He stops his movement when his knees reach her feet, holding her gaze for a moment, silent questions shooting in her direction with just the narrowing of his eyes... but Rin is ready. She has been for weeks, sadly staring at the moon above her house just like every other night, praying for it to please go away so he can come back to her once more.
She offers him a reassuring smile. No teeth, just a gentle curve of her mouth, cheeks bulging round and red beneath her distinctly happy eyes... and he moves.
Sesshōmaru-sama growls in response to her offering -yes, she’s offering herself to him, once again, like she always has, like she always will-, and as his clawed hands circle around her ankles to pull her waiting body towards him, the very first moan of the night grazes her lips.
He’s already naked when he gets his needy hands on her, erection standing proud and ready before their bodies even touch. Rin simply stares at him, at the markings on his body, the stripes above his hips, the lines that adorned his beautiful face... the solitary moon that stares back at her right in the middle of his forehead.
This isn't the first time they've done this, and it will not be the last.
To the eyes of everybody else, the relationship between Sesshōmaru-sama and woman Rin has not changed one bit. The little human ward the demon Lord had taken under his wing had grown, but he still cared for her as if she remained a child. He kept coming back every week, arriving early in the morning with all of the things a young woman might need, taking her on walks so she can update him on her village life, on any anecdotes that might have happened in between visits, and leaving quickly before the sun set.
And that was it.
...but once a month, only one night of every month, Sesshōmaru-sama comes to Rin.
She knows to wait for him awake (Sesshōmaru-sama never fails to show up) and he wants- he needs her awake for their monthly meeting.
It started off with an innocent kiss on a moonless night.
He had come to keep Rin company, keep her safe on her first night alone in her new hut. But the excitement of having her Lord be with her at such an unprecedented hour had kept Rin from sleeping. Instead, she was talking and laughing and eating throughout the night. Sesshōmaru didn't mind her not sleeping, he enjoyed her company as much as she seemed to enjoy his.
At some point during the night, both of them had drawn closer, sitting against a wall, waiting for the sun to roll around once more, side by side. But such companionable silence turned into a different kind of quiet, and a strange stillness suddenly came over them. Rin's head went down to rest on Sesshōmaru's spikeless shoulder, and as she placed her forehead against the soft silk of his robes, the thundering heartbeat of the tiny girl sat beside him took over the whole hut in a matter of seconds.
But she had never been one to hold herself back, to keep from doing what she really wanted to do. She didn't do that as a child, she doesn't do it as a woman. A trembling hand made it's way up his arm, a slow, deliberate movement that did not reflect her fear. Sesshōmaru stood still.
He knew what was about to happen. He had never done it himself, but he knew. And he could have done anything, stop her in her tracks, stand up and leave, tell her to not dare do what she intended... But he just didn't have it in himself to deny her what she wished for, nor deny it to his own heart anymore.
And so their lips met for the first time that night.
He could feel her anxiety, then, the nervousness that surrounded her inexperience almost palpable in the air, but it only took a few minutes for her confidence to grow, and for their lips to find their rhythm. Soft giggles could be heard falling from her mouth straight into his. Gentle touches to the back of his head as Rin grew bolder, and the sweetest swipes of her tongue caressed his own virgin lips. They stayed like that for the rest of the night, together in the silence of the village, cradling each other's faces as they took turns to lead the kiss.
None of them spoke a single sentence for the rest of their encounter, nor as they said goodbye. They let their bodies speak what words would surely fail to express, silently acknowledging the change that had befallen their relationship, shifting in ways they were yet to discover and realize.
A lone sun ray shone from behind the mountains, and with one last chaste kiss placed upon her lips, Sesshōmaru-sama leapt into the sky and disappeared... only to come back the next month, the night of the new moon.
Now, almost a year into this madness, the young lovers have found the rhythm that suited their coupling; they have discovered the touches that drive each other mad with want; the places they want to be sucked on, bit on, kissed on.
And once a month, they have a whole night just to enjoy each other's bodies with the desire they have been cautious to keep bottled up in front of others, to protect themselves.
The hot, almost scorching feel of his tongue running over the soft skin on her stomach has Rin mewling in seconds. His sharp fangs graze her belly in tandem, making her shiver as the wetness of his mouth spreads across her body with a delicacy Sesshōmaru-sama seems uncapable of, but she knows is real.
It’s a dangerous game they’re both playing, they know. Two beings of such different nature should never find themselves in the situation these two are right now. An immortal demon, and a fragile human girl- who has already been revived two times (and no more).
If discovered, enemies will come their way, foes will try to split them apart, take her from him. And Sesshōmaru cannot allow that, he can't withstand the thought of losing the only light that shines in the darkest of nights; within the depths of his soul.
But the joy he finds with her, between her, within her, is too compelling, too powerful to let go now that he has tried it. It doesn’t matter if they belong to different realms, it doesn’t matter at all what anyone else might think, they would always try and discover a way to find each other in some sort of middle ground, if only for just one night.
As of right now, their middle ground is this humble human hut they're both about to fuck in.
But Sesshōmaru is too lost in these mundane feelings to allow himself to think of anything else, anymore. They don’t have much time, a single night a month is not enough for people who desire more than they can express. Stolen glances and fleeting caresses that should-not-be-there would never suffice to calm their ever-growing passion.
So, he remembers what he’s discovered, so far, his Rin likes: a lick to her nipples has her reaching out for him, a bite to her breasts makes her pussy throb, and a hard suck to her hips has Rin finally dripping, ready to be taken. But he never takes her right away. He’s missed her too badly to go straight for her cunt. He wants to savor the woman of his dreams, cradle her body close to his, take in the scent of her arousal, make her cum in his mouth, and then taste her some more.
“Sesshōmaru-sama...” He hears her moan, and he knows she doesn't want any more of this shallow teasing, she wants more. She always wants more.
With agonizing slowness, he finally spreads her legs. One hand on each thigh, always mindful of his long, sharp, deadly claws, Sesshomaru opens her completely, presenting her to him.
A soft whimper escapes Rin as the night's cold air descends upon her warm, wet flesh. He can feel her trembling under his hold, can see her squeezing into nothingness, tightening her little cunt around devastating emptiness, her body begging for something to fill her up, for some kind of release. Soft moans reach his acutely aware and sensitive ears, like sirens going off in the distance, calling for him to help.
Only for him.
Sesshōmaru watches her carefully, observes the way she drips for him -only, only for him-, stares at her weeping slit and licks his lips one final time. The scent of her arousal hits him like a slap across the face the moment she's on full display for his eyes to stare, penetrating deeper into his lungs the closer he gets. His mouth waters with anticipation, his cock throbs uncomfortably underneath him, pressed tightly against the futon by his whole weight.
She can feel him coming closer, adjusting his position between her legs, shifting his weight almost desperately, until his hands finally settle over her hips, holding her in place, and the prickle of all 10 claws lightly digging into her skin tells her it's finally time.
An extremely quiet “Rin” is all he manages to utter before sealing his mouth around her. No tentative licks, no cautious strokes, no timid kisses around her flesh. He's a man on a mission, determined to offer some sort of relief to the both of them, and as soon as his tongue dives inside her body, the two lovers moan in unison.
Both of Rin's hands instantly fly to his head, grabbing fistfuls of silver hair, pulling him closer, as close as he could ever be, and even then, she presses him further in.
The pleasure Rin feels is threatening to make her lose control, whimpering and moaning as his burning tongue roams the most private of places. She can feel it everywhere, slippery, sometimes hard, sometimes soft, sometimes pushing inside the tight ring of muscles, sometimes coming up to swipe at her clit... and she whines. It sounds like a pained complaint but its nothing more that excruciating happiness. A month apart had been too long, too long, so, so long. She missed the feel of body against her, the lewd sounds he elicited from her dripping cunt each and every time.
And she finds herself laughing with contentment at the sound of him sniffing up her pussy.
She can swear her body is about to burn away, disappear, leave her behind as nothing more than a light essence that died in the mouth of her lover. Her trembling hands go to the sash around her waist, desperately trying to find the knot that holds it in place in the haste of her pleasure. She wants to rid herself of the clothing, let her skin breathe, let the sweat evaporate off her skin... but a calm, clawed hand wraps around one of hers, softly making her release her grip, and pulling it away from the fabric.
He stops her.
"Don't,” he says in a whisper, mouthing against her lips as he collects her hand, holding it down by her side. "Don't take it off."
And she feels a shiver go down her spine at the sound of his words, her arms going limp for only second, before going back to him. With her legs wide open, thrown over his shoulders and the soles of her feet resting on his bare back, Rin looks at the head between her thighs. Fierce golden eyes stare back at her, and she can see the way his cheeks move, the way they hollow, the way his nose nudges at her clit, and she can’t stop the moan that tears through her throat.
Her face twist with the pleasure he never, never fails to bring, and her fingers move quickly to push Sesshōmaru-sama's bangs out of the way. She wants- needs to see his moon, the same moon that keeps her company through the months, the one that waits with her from its place up high in the sky, counting the days to finally disappear, only to come back with the one she most desires, resting proudly on his pale forehead, and be placed between her wanting legs.
Rin squeezes her thighs unconsciously at the sight of his lover working her so fervently, but Sesshōmaru doesn't seem to care. He can tell she's close to her climax, he's been through this before, time and time again, and so he pushes himself further into her cunt, tightening his jaw around her pussy, his fangs gripping ever so gently the skin around her sex, digging his nose into her pearl, sucking in with all his might, and then he hums.
The effect is immediate. An almost pained expression takes over the usually sweet face of Rin, no sound coming out of her, only harsh breaths and silent pleas... and then she’s trying to lift her ass from the floor, she’s trying to run away from the feeling of his tongue exploring her insides, she wants to escape the pleasure that’s about to wash over... but Sesshōmaru will have none of that.
Her hands leave his head then, looking for something else to grab instead. Sesshōmaru follows her every movement carefully. He can see her hands squeezing the covers of the bed they're currently lying on, he can see her chest lifting as her abs contract tightly, he can see her covered nipples hardened and rubbing against the silk robe that's hiding them from his sight.
Rin lifts her head to look at him sucking her with the force he knows she likes to be eaten, hands forcing her legs to remain open, pushing them wide, wider than she could keep them by herself... and that's when their eyes meet in a moment of heart-breaking intimacy, a silent interaction that pulls at both their heart strings and claws at their two souls.
And she moans so beautifully then, so freely, so unashamedly, completely unafraid and so, so gorgeous. Sesshomaru groans at the sight of her blatant pleasure. Her orgasm overtaking her as he continues to tease at her entrance, trembling legs move uncontrollably in his firm grasp, the scent of her climax overriding his senses, and suddenly all Sesshōmaru can see, smell, taste or feel is her sweet young cunt.
Then the spasms begin, and he holds her tight against his mouth, bringing his tongue forward to protect her from his sharp fangs should she move more that he allows her, and Sesshomaru can feel a renewed wave of slick flowing out of her, slippery, warm and so sweet.
But he doesn't lap it up.
Instead, after a few more seconds of delightful convulsions, he finally pushes her legs up and off of him, peppering kisses on her inner thighs as he rises, and watches her squirm under his grasp, too sensitive to tolerate even the softest of touches. Sesshōmaru crawls forward, caging her still trembling form between strong, muscled arms. With her eyes still closed, Rin brings her hands up to his forearms, caressing the stripes she knows are there by her face, letting a deep breath out as her pussy contracts one final time.
Sesshōmaru waits then for her to open her eyes, to look at him and give him the go ahead, his erection resting hot and heavy and needful above her belly, leaking with want as his pre-cum seeps onto her skin. Their eyes meet for a second, and she signals for him that its okay to continue, but now Sesshōmaru-sama is kissing her so delicately, savoring her lips, cherishing the movement of her mouth over his own, and her arms come around his neck to hold him close, to keep him near as his hand goes down between them to rub the head of his cock against her dripping warmth. Rin moans into the kiss when he pushes forward, pressing his member into her still very sensitive clit.
Rin's back arches at the contact, but that doesn't stop him from doing it again, and again, rubbing his length up and down her sopping slit, brushing the head of his penis over and between her already swollen lips. He nudges at her entrance once, twice, before finally pushing in at the third.
Sesshōmaru can barely contain the hiss that threatens to leave his mouth at the feel of her little cunt hugging him so tightly, but can clearly hear Rin sob her pleasure as he splits her open once again... and then he's in her. Inside, and deep, so, so deep.
He has missed this, he has missed her.
Having her like this, moaning just for him, trembling underneath him.
And then he moves because he can't contain himself no more, hips snapping forward with the force of a man who has been waiting for too long. The wet sound of their bodies joining, and a whimpering Rin holding onto his arms as he shoves her back with the strength of his movements makes his head begin to spin.
"Beautiful," he whispers into her lips as she moans against his. Her face contorting in a pleasure-filled grimace, cheeks flushed and lips slightly parted in the softest of o's take his breath away, and he groans obscenely, unbidden as he stares at the writhing woman pined underneath him. He spreads her legs then, pushing them apart, further apart, and up. Her ass lifting from the futon, her knees coming up to rest on his shoulders, and Rin is mewling at the depth of his strokes.
Throat dry and eyes opened wide, Sesshōmaru watches as she comes undone under the power of his thrusts, squeezing onto his cock with the strength of a much, so very much awaited orgasm. Soon enough after her, a searing gush of cum fills Rin up, leaving her struggling to breathe once again, and Sesshōmaru looking for a place to brace himself. He listens to her whimper as he comes down on her, resting some of his weight on his tiny woman, and as she manages to control her breathing, the softest of laughs, the happy, incredulous, grateful kind reaches his ears...
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The sun is coming up now, and it's time for Sesshōmaru to leave.
He's still buried inside of Rin when the sky turns to morning grey. She knows it's coming, it's always like this. He stays inside of her for as long as the sun will allow, rocking his hips against her well past both their orgasms have already gone, but the lingering pleasure is enough to still have her moaning his name in quiet breaths and soft whimpers.
He emptied himself inside her twice this time, and he wonders how much longer will it take for them to conceive a child. He hopes not yet, not yet. She's still so young. He wants her to enjoy her life free of responsibility for a while more. He wants to take her away to explore the world, to pick up flowers, to fuck her somewhere other than this ramshackle hut... but it's not time for that yet.
So Sesshōmaru pulls out of her, it is time to go. But as he moves to stand up his eye catches the flow of his seed as it drains out of Rin, he watches as life waiting to happen drips from her swollen sex... and he smiles. Today is not the day for him to stay, she's too precious to be put on the line by claiming her so soon, but one day her neck will carry the mark of his fangs, the bite of his clan, the promise of his love.
"No...," He says softly, his hands coming down to stop her once again from undoing the sash that holds his kimono to her small body. "Keep it. It suits you better."
"But Sesshōmaru-sama... this is your kimono." She replies, looking confused and sweet as ever, the afterglow of sex only heightening her beauty.
"It is," A soft kiss is placed upon her lips, a kiss full of promises and words unsaid, but Rin knows exactly what each caress he gives her mean. She understands the lack of words in favor of actions. And she gifts him with a smile, one of those smiles that belonged only to him, a smile recognizable only to the eyes of a lover. Everything she could have said conveyed in the curve of her lips and the grasp of her hands. "That's why it also belongs to you, now."
And with that, he leaps into the air. His gentle touch on her cheek lingers for a few moments after his scent vanishes, and she wishes she had told him she'd be wearing it the next time he comes, but the night is already gone, and so is Sesshōmaru-sama.