Somewhere To Belong
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Rin rested her chin against her knees, running her hands across the pale expanse of her legs in time with the gentle breeze as it rustled across the canopy of dense forest foliage. Her vivid brown eyes studied the handful of sharp rays of sunlight that managed to break through the twisted, dense branches of trees and the sprawling blankets of leaves that they weaved across the sky.
Here, on the forest floor, no matter the hour was, time still felt like the same, suspended evening, dark and damp, the air heavy with the scent of moss and moist, pillowy earth. Rin could occupy herself by playing with a handful of interesting objects she’d found scattered about the area; but come sunset, the woods were much too dark for her human eyes to make out the details of what had made them interesting in the first place. Blindly, she could feel their unique textures—the notched fallen branch, the slick, black feather, the soft, almost warm smooth pebble—but nothing could fully occupy her.
It was strange, these new feelings that had begun to well within her all these years after she’d felt that she’d completely adapted to her new life as Sesshomaru's companion. Normally, she could wait with perfectly practiced patience, obedient to her master and his wishes as she spent the hours in an idle state until it was time for her to tend to whichever battle wounds that had found them in such a peaceful woodland haven to begin with.
She’d helped Sesshomaru to this safe retreat after his last battle, the location based upon the brief instruction that he could manage before he was resigned to conserve the last of his remaining energy. Rin had gently set him to rest here so he could sleep and recover, and had given her best efforts to care for him. She took pride in her work and in how she could be useful to him now, in return for his kindness—her efforts a reflection of her feelings. The harder she labored on behalf of her Lord Sesshomaru, the more this unique sense of satisfaction welled within her.
Rin had lost track of the days that they had found repose here; but recently, Sesshomaru was back to acknowledging her actions in his own quiet way. Often, as Rin returned from fetching them something to eat from one of the traps she’d set up nearby, she’d find Sesshomaru had risen to support himself on his forearms, deep in thought while staring up at the same arched foliage as she had—as though he were reading the veins of the leaves like they had some secret meaning, as intently as one might read the seals at a temple.
Rin had learned not to bother him with her petty questions. She worked to entertain herself but always kept an ear to him, waiting for him to make a request of her or to provide instruction on the next phase of his plans.
Sesshomaru was silent today, his eyes kept closed while Rin changed the dressing around his waist, his body relaxed and warm against her hands as she worked. Rin had hoped that she’d at least get to talk to him a little. What were once deep, purple gashes against his waist and chest were now thin pink streaks. It seemed that he had perfectly repaired all the damage, and their time here would likely end sooner than later. Rin carefully groomed the grass and dirt from Sesshomaru’s long hair with her fingers before she readjusted his kimono, tucking it back in gently.
“Okay,” Rin’s heart raced in her chest, a feeling all too familiar which she would experience every time that Sesshomaru granted her permission to view him in such an intimate state. The level of trust he must have felt for her was clear in the way which he slept in her presence: the deep, slow breath of undisturbed sleep from a man who otherwise seemed to always be on edge. “I’ll go get us breakfast now.”
Rin steadied herself, folding and unfolding her hands, her fingers nearly vibrating from the fluttery feeling that pounded from her chest all the way down to where her toes met with the mud. The further she bounded from camp the more that the overwhelmingly pleasant sensation grew, safely outside the view of Sesshomaru’s slumber; she gave herself permission to expel her giddiness. She imagined herself as a dog, a forest animal who belonged here, with legs caked in earth and hair as wild as hers. A dog who was domesticated and exhilarated by the very existence of its master, an animal trained and carefully conditioned to ‘fetch’ and ‘sit’ as it was told. Now, this dog could do one of its many jobs—the best time of the day had come where she could fulfill the duties only she could perform.
Rin found the traps she’d made against two sets of fallen trees, loose ropes that would catch any rabbit that bounded across them. Today was a success. Rin rushed in, committing to her roleplay as she rolled forward on all fours and howled in her victory. She secured the hare between her hands, rushing back as fast as she could, nearly skipping across the clear plains of the forest floor until she was back at camp.
In the same way that she was in the age bracket of hovering between two existences—between girlhood and womanhood—she wavered between her game of playing dog and performing her human tasks. She worked slowly but almost unprofessionally as she emulated Sesshomaru, mimicking the sounds of his formidable dog demon form, imagining her hands were his paws as she broke down the body of the small animal into something edible—thinking of the way Sesshomaru cleaved things to dust.
She always gave most of whatever she’d caught to Sesshomaru. After cooking it, she quickly scarfed down the portion she'd allotted herself, imagining she had sharp canines while she tore the flesh, her mind flashing to scenes of Sesshomaru doing the same as he tore demons to ribbons.
Rin crawled towards Sesshomaru, his portion cubed into tiny bites in her hand, still warm.
“Woof, woof!” Rin felt silly enough to call out to him with her practiced dog impression.
Sesshomaru’s eyes flashed open, locking onto hers. The thin slits of his pupils studied her, his expression as severe as always, but his irises gently softening as he stared at her.
“Dinner!” Rin smiled sheepishly, feeling suddenly embarrassed by her new behavior. She held up a piece of meat for him. He silently let her bring it to his lips, opening his mouth for her so she could gently place it on his tongue. Her hand darted back quickly, her heart hammering in her chest.
She watched him closely as he chewed, the pair absorbed in their silence, the only sound around them the distant calls of songbirds—although all Rin could hear was her pulse drumming in her ears.
By the time that Rin was finished feeding him by hand, she noticed a thin streak of blood pooling across his lips and sliding down his chin. Sesshomaru’s eyes were closed thoughtfully, prepared to rest back into his slumber to finish the work that needed to be done to repair his form.
Instinctually, Rin reached for him out of an urge to tend to him, but instead of using her hand to wipe away the blood, she brought her lips to his skin and gently used her tongue the same way that a puppy would, lapping in one long stroke until the tip of her tongue met his lips.
He threw himself upwards, his eyes snapping open with wild emotion. Rin laughed weakly but the sound came out strangled. She wasn’t afraid, even considering the way Sesshomaru might respond—she felt fully safe around him, despite his demonstrations of power that should have left her feeling anything but.
“What are you doing?” His voice was as cold as ice.
Rin laid her hands across her chest defensively, looking anywhere she could but his face. “Sorry, I was… I was just playing. Pretending.”
Sesshomaru’s silence was enough to inform her that the response was not acceptable, incomplete.
“I was playing pretend… to imagine being a dog like you, Lord Sesshomaru.”
In a flash, faster than she could draw breath or blink, Sesshomaru vanished from where he’d rested. His presence was undetectable until it was crashing into her, forcing her into the ground. Rin groaned, unfamiliar with this type of attention, confused by the intensity of his response—but even more confusing was the pleasant numbness that came with it as it momentarily soothed the pulse of her secret desires.
“You are a human.” Sesshomaru’s voice was quiet, plain despite the subtle way his nose crinkled with some form of irritation at her actions.
“I… know.” Rin brought herself up onto her knees, smiling at Sesshomaru, accepting her punishment. “I just liked pretending.”
Sesshomaru seemed fully himself, as though he were completely healed. He stood away from her, his fur catching the breeze as he looked down at her.
“It made me feel closer to you,” Rin explained. Often when they talked it was like this, with confessions of her deepest feelings bubbling forth from her lips effortlessly as he watched, listening, measuring her. “I can't explain it. I just need to be close to you. It makes me feel... shivery, but warm,”
Sesshomaru blinked slowly, the faintest hint of a smirk at the corners of his lips—if Rin hadn’t had the privilege of knowing him so intimately, she’d never have noticed it.
“I see,” He said. Rin was sure that he understood something deep within her, something that she could not recognize herself. “You’re ready.”
The way that he watched her now was like a wolf, sharp eyes glowing in the shade. He took a step closer to her, pausing briefly as if considering his options. Rin was frozen in place, feeling faint from the change of pressure in the air and the sensation of all his direct attention bearing down upon her. Perhaps it was simply his will itself that made her legs jolt and her mind go blank.
Rin’s rosy lips parted, the breath she drew to ask a question stolen from her as Sesshomaru descended upon her, claiming her. It was a fraction of a second, a stark white blur of motion—Rin could not recognize it until she was pushed down onto the earth again, this time with him on top of her.
Rin panted, dizzy. He hadn’t hurt her, merely applied expert pressure to her, holding her in place—not that she could leave even if she wanted to; she’d felt like she was composed of water from this new attention he’d granted her.
“There are many traits that separate humanity from my kind.” Sesshomaru traced a long line across Rin’s soft cheek with the tip of his nails, grazing against her just enough to make her shudder, but not to cause any damage to her. “To begin, you are weak.”
Rin did not protest.
“Your body cannot repair itself.” Sesshomaru let his touch wander until it found the many curling, winding scars that dotted Rin’s arms from her life of foraging and wandering. “Humans, with their small lives, fear the inevitability of their death.”
“Even you tremble with fear in my presence.” Sesshomaru’s long hair cascaded across his shoulders, pooling down to where Rin looked up at him, smoothing across her chest and her arms.
“No, Lord Sesshomaru,” Rin’s legs shook tremendously, but not from fear. “I’ve never been afraid of you.”
“Our bodies are different in ways you cannot understand.” Sesshomaru seemed distant. He watched the way Rin’s chest fluttered.
“I like the way you are,” Rin blushed. “I admire you, that’s why...”
“You pretended to be a beast.” There was no malice in Sesshomaru’s words, just a calmness that saw through Rin as though she were nothing more than a pane of glass.
“No, I…” Rin struggled to think. His body felt so warm against her own, his breath against her forehead. “It’s…”
“Do you want to be treated differently? Like a pet?” Sesshomaru now had her wrists between his fists, applying pressure. Rin sighed, nodding instantly. How could he have known something so secret?
Sesshomaru tore into her stained yukata, his nails rendering it to shreds, the fabric arcing into circles until her soft body was exposed through the panels of material. Rin didn’t so much as gasp, her mind swimming as she accepted the assault, watching on with enraptured bliss.
He swiftly palmed her breasts, noticing now how they’d grown. They perfectly met his hand, sinking beneath his touch, her pink nipples already rigid against his rough hand. Rin swallowed hard, watching how his free hand rushed against the crest of her chest, falling towards the valley of her tummy, finally securing her hips. Rin trembled against his sure grasp.
With every touch, Rin arched to meet him. She unfurled herself for him, released herself, more relaxed than she had ever been. When his hands met her thighs, she let her legs go, sinking around him, feeling so hot it was as if a fire had been ignited within her that blazed more feverishly the closer his palms got to the center of her legs.
Sesshomaru released her. Rin could feel his touch still humming across her flesh, tingling across her body in a range of intensity that emanated from the exact point where he’d left off. She moaned weakly, roping her fingers into the thick blades of grass around her.
Rin watched as Sesshomaru released himself from his hakama.
Rin had seen Sesshomaru naked before; his nudity was something that she had gotten used to, but still appreciated. But now he looked so different. Between his legs, his cock was bright red, swollen, the small beams of sunlight making the tip appear to glisten. Rin stared at it in wonder, curious as to how it was a part of him, and what its function was.
Sesshomaru came closer to her once more, bridging the gap between them. Rin could feel the impossible fever from his heavy erection against her thighs, the sensation of her skin touching somewhere so private making her gasp.
He wouldn’t stop now. Sesshomaru forcefully claimed her hips, lining himself up between her legs. Rin could feel the base of his knot against her, unsure of where his skin met hers, both of them melting into each other. It felt wet, became slick the more that Sesshomaru pressed against her—Rin realized with embarrassment that the wetness came from herself; that she was coating him.
Although he was calm, she could tell that he enjoyed it from how he moved his hips, sliding the full of his length up against her smooth pussy. Rin brought her knees up to her chest, wanting to feel Sesshomaru more, whining quietly whenever the pointed tip of his ruby cock pressed into her tiny clit. She’d never cum before but she certainly could have just from that, just from the way that his breath picked up or the way that she could feel his pulse through his cock against her most secret place.
“Lord Sesshomaru… that feels… good…”
Rin felt Sesshomaru press against her in a way that made her body feel weak. She felt herself falling apart for him, opening for him. Sesshomaru had found her weakest point, and slowly but surely he was drawing into her as though his cock were a sword sinking straight into her flesh.
Sesshomaru hilted himself fully, not holding anything back from her. He sighed sharply, slowly—only once. He brushed her bangs from her face, resting a hand on her cheek so briefly, so tenderly. Then he began to thrust his hips into her, relentless in the pace he set and how firmly he pounded Rin into the dirt.
The exhilaration of the moment left Rin feeling nothing but deep, inescapable pleasure. She moaned each time Sesshomaru fucked into her, with each thrust claiming her body deeper, fuller, harder. Rin watched as his knot disappeared somewhere inside her, joining them as one. Rin could feel all of the strength of his body, watching the way his muscles worked as he fucked her, even the physical force of his cock was impressive in how it seemed to command her physical body.
Without realizing, Rin came onto his cock, sobbing quietly, her hands across her lips as her first orgasm was beaten out of her. She couldn’t form words, only fractions of them; and still he fucked her, feeling as if he were even getting wider within her. Her walls shuddered around him. He knew exactly what he was searching for, hitting against her most fragile part over and over again—she hadn't finished her first orgasm before the second wave came crashing down upon her, shocking her and feeling even better than before.
A new, strange look crossed Sesshomaru’s face. He closed his eyes in concentration, forced a hand down onto Rin’s chest to keep her down, to keep her in the exact position he needed her to be in, tightly wrapped around his cock.
Rin watched him carefully, watched how sweat rolled down his shoulder, felt how his cock pulsed inside her in a way that almost made her cum a third time.
He groaned, brief and controlled, as the base of his knot expanded, trapping Rin in place. He came inside her, the full, thick load he’d maintained for his recovery all rushing in to fill her. Rin shuddered at the new feeling—she hadn’t realized she could ever feel more full, that she could ever feel more connected to Sesshomaru than she did right now. Rin wrapped her arms around him, pulling him in closer towards her and running soothing circles down his arms. He accepted it silently. Their hearts beat in unison.
Sesshomaru took her face into his hands, looking down at her. Rin felt complete in a way she’d never felt before.
“You might not be a dog,” Sesshomaru whispered. “But you’re mine now.”