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One of the many duties as a maidservant is washing and changing the linens of the lords and ladies of the castle, a chore you’re reluctantly performing. As you scrub the white sheet you’re currently washing, fingers raw from the water, you can’t help but reminisce on how you’ve come to this position. It wasn’t long ago, really, just a job you’d thought to take. As a small rabbit demon, you don’t have much power to defend yourself, and working as a servant under a prominent demon clan seemed like the best option.
How you’ve come to regret this decision. Endless chores at all times shared between you and many other demons. From dressing the ladies to emptying their chamber pots, it was an all day grind. On such days like today, however, you’re doing the laundry, your least favorite of the chores, and today happened to be your rotation. From bed linens to robes and kimonos, the laundry of the castle was yours to do.
Carrying the freshly scrubbed linens outside to hang on the line to dry, you nearly stumble. Your fast reflexes kick in, regaining your footing swiftly as if you’ve never tripped in the first place. Grumbling, you finally hang up the linens and head back inside to work on the last batch.
You’ve left this batch for last for its your favorite.
One of the many lords of the castle, but the most prominent, is Lord Sesshomaru, the Lord of the West, lord of this very castle. You always save his robes and bed linens for last. You enjoy the scent of them, his sweet scent, and saving them for last means you can linger and take your time. Taking a deep whiff of his kimono, you catch musky odors of the outside. The breeze, the grass, the trees and more reach your delicate nose. It’s like heaven.
These are the clothes you scrub with the utmost care, using extra soap, determined there wouldn’t be a speck of dirt left. You even go as far as to empty the bucket and use freshly heated water, something you despise doing. This doesn’t mean you stretch the use of a singular bucket of water for all the linens of the castle, but you start fresh just for Lord Sesshomaru. You have the utmost respect and admiration of him, the very thought producing a warm sensation inside your chest. It’s not often he returns to the castle as he quests for the demon Naraku, but when he does you take every opportunity to wait on him.
Your fondest memory was when you brought him a platter of fruit while he was enjoying the hot spring. He briefly looked you in the eye, something you’d only dreamed of, and gave a grunt when he ate a grape. You like to think of it as a thank you, even if its not the case.
Examining your pristine work, you carry the freshly washed clothing outside and hang them up to dry. His clothes get the very first line, the line the wind will breathe against first. You relax in the sun, the warmth like a tender hug.
“(Y/N!)”
Hearing one of the other maidservants calling, you quickly respond. “Yes, Himiko?”
Himiko, a raccoon dog demon, pokes her head out of the door. “Are the clothes dry yet?”
“Maybe the ones over there, but I doubt the rest are ready.”
She wanders over and plops down next to you. “I see you did Lord Sesshomaru’s last again. I can’t figure out what you see in him. It’s a complete mystery for me.”
You giggle. “How can it be a mystery? Just look at him, he’s so handsome!”
“Yeah, I suppose. But you know he wouldn’t give any of us the time of day, right?”
You stare at your feet. “Yeah, I know. But a girl can dream.”
“Nothing will come from dreaming, (Y/N). I’m sorry, its just the way it is. Besides, he’s a great demon, there’s no way he’d take on a lowly demon like you or me.”
“I know all that, Himiko. I’ll move on eventually, but for now I’ll just keep dreaming.”
Himiko regards you with a sad look in her eyes, knowing full well what you’re experiencing. It happened to her at some point too. “Unrequited love sucks. You’re right, you’re going to have to move on at some point. Have you thought of leaving the service?”
“Ohhh no! There’s no where else that’s safe for me and you know it. The best a rabbit demon like me can do is run away. I almost got killed so many times before I came here.”
“I see. Well, whatever. Let’s go make some bread. I’m sure these will be dry by the time we’re done.”
You nod, glad for the distraction. Besides, making bread gives you a great outlet for taking out your frustrations.
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The bread is in the oven and the clothes are dry. Himiko promises to check on the bread while you ferry the laundry throughout the castle. As usual, you save Sesshomaru’s for last.
And the time has finally come. Carrying the basket of acutely folded laundry, you enter Sesshomaru’s wing of the castle. It’s extravagant to say the least, with tapestries and pottery, art and literature everywhere, a sure sign of his wealth.
You think back to your friend’s words. You’re fully aware you’re in love with the idea of Sesshomaru. There’s no really knowing him. You’re positive no one else except for the Lady Mother knows the demon lord even remotely well. That and his loyal retainer, an imp named Jaken. You experience a flicker of jealousy. How you would love to travel by the young lord’s side and aide him in his coming battles. You could cook for him, wash his clothes for him, take care of his injuries, anything he could possibly need.
Anything...
A blush slowly colors your cheeks. With a sigh, you banish such thoughts. No things like those are possible, a hard truth you’re begrudgingly coming to accept. You’re a lowly rabbit demon, not fit for the great demon Lord of the West.
You’re just outside the door to his sleeping quarters. Sliding it over, you enter and set the basket down, separating the clothes and preparing to put them away. You set the bed linens for the night at the foot of his bed, the rest on a shelf. You place his freshly washed kimono next to the linens on his bed, the rest on a shelf. Putting the last of the clothes away, you notice his armor sitting neatly beside the bed.
Oh, what an opportunity! You squat in front of it, examining it closely. It’s a beautiful set, but with scars and blemishes that tell of the many battles it has seen. Standing up, you walk over to the bed, leaning over to take small samples of the scents that linger. The husky scent of pine permeates your nose, leaving you with a sigh of relief. What a beautiful, relaxing scent. Truly worthy of a demon such as him.
You turn to leave but notice a strange new smell. You scent the air more, but can’t put a finger on it. It’s new, something you’ve never smelled before. Closing your eyes, you take deeper breaths, trying to place it or at least find the source. Opening, you find yourself staring at the door that connects to another room. You slowly approach, the scent becoming stronger and stronger.
A side room connected to the bedroom, never a good thing to have.
What could possibly be going on? You think to yourself. You reach the door and rest a hand against it. A shiver runs up your spine, a chill washing over your skin. Your little cotton tail twitches and a strange sensation pools in your belly. A fog tries to settle on your mind, but with a shake of your head, the fog disappears. Gathering all your courage, you slowly slide the door over an inch and peer inside.
You hear heavy breathing, the scent overwhelming your senses. Putting a hand over your mouth, you try and shake it off, eyes adjusting to the darkness of the room. The heavy breathing stops.
You try looking around through the small crack, seeing nothing. You slowly let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding, muscles tensed from the fumes relaxing. Abruptly, a golden eye flashes in front of yours, causing you to shriek and back away. The door slams open, revealing a disgruntled and frustrated Sesshomaru, clothed in nothing but his thin spare white robes. He glares down at you, eyes full of fury.
You trip and fall on your bottom, wincing, staring up at him. The scent emitting from him felt like a brick thrown to your face. It’s so intense you cover your nose again, choking on it. His heavy breathing, this maddening aroma, his colored cheeks; as your eyes slowly move down, the tent in his robes sets off the many alarms in your mind.
He’s in his rut period, and you’ve just interrupted him!
Finally pulling yourself together, you’re up on your feet in a second, bowing as low as you could. “I’m so sorry, Lord Sesshomaru! I won’t make mention of this to anyone, I swear! I’ll just be on my way and forget I saw anything!”
As you turn to leave, his deep voice makes you freeze in your tracks, tingling moving up and down your spine rapidly. “Who gave you permission to leave?”
You look longingly at the door before you, it feeling just out of reach despite being several feet away. You take a deep breath, terrified that the next thing you say could determine whether you live or die.
“U-Um I just thought th-that it might be b-best,” you stutter out between chattering teeth. “I-I don’t wish to anger you, it was p-purely an accident. I only m-meant to bring you your c-clothes.”
There’s nothing but silence and that thick fragrance. “...Bring me fruit.”
You sigh very audibly. “Right away, my Lord! Thank you, my Lord!” Turning around, you give a very quick bow and scurry out the door, closing it behind you. You lean against it, letting out a deeper sigh, heavy with relief.
“Quickly,” you hear, muffled through the door.
You’re back on your feet, rushing to the gardens. Passing through the kitchen, you grab a bowl and head to the fruit gardens. Himiko catches a glimpse of your tomato red face and the speed you’re picking fruit. She rushes over to you, a worried expression on her face.
“(Y/N)! What’s wrong?”
“N-Nothing!” You almost shout. Your hand clasps your mouth. “I’m sorry,” you mumble through it, “you just startled me. I didn’t notice you.”
Himiko sniffs you, pinching her nose. “What is that smell?”
“N-Nothing!”
“Okay, now I know there’s definitely something weird going on. Spill.”
“I-I can’t. Lord Sesshomaru needs this fruit right away!”
Your face is beet red, sweat dripping on your brow under the interrogation, picking fruit faster than you already were.
“I’m sure he’d understand if you’re a few minutes late.”
“Are you sure you know which lord you serve?” You deadpan.
“You’ve got a point there,” she mutters with a tick of her eyebrow. “But seriously. You don’t look okay. What’s going on?”
You look down as you pick grapes, making sure they’re fresh, ready, and without any flaws. “I...I really can’t tell you.”
Taking another whiff, her eyes are overcome by understanding, and then sympathy. “You...walked in on him or something?”
Your whole body freezes, your skin all over turning freakishly pale. “U-Ummmm...you could say that.” You wheeze the words out, shrill and shaky.
“I see. Well...just be careful. You don’t wanna...aggravate him.”
“A little too late for that,” you say, a thick sweat drop forming. “My life has just shortened one hundred years...”
“Don’t be so dramatic!” Himiko, desperate to alleviate some of your tension, plants a firm slap on your back, her raccoon ears standing straight up.
A long sigh escapes your lips, as if your very soul is trying to leave your body. “I don’t think I can do this.”
“Sure you can! When a male demon begins his rut, just keep your head down, your thoughts under control, because he can and will smell anything funky you’re thinking of, and just do whatever he asks, Kay?”
“B-But...what if...he...” your words fade.
“Listen, if you just act like you’re not even there, you’ll be okay.”
“B-But-“
“Now like you said, you need to get back. Do you have all the fruit?” You nod. “Good, now get going and act like everything is gonna be okay!”
“How can you be so nonchalant about this?” You wheeze as you’re pushed through the kitchen and back out to the hallway.
“Just believe in yourself!” She calls to you, her hand waving in the air, as if she’s saying goodbye for the final time.
“Easy for you to say,” you mutter meekly, forcing your feet to move. The trip back to his room felt like it took forever, your anxiety climbing with every step, your stomach feeling sick from all the flips its doing, a tight feeling in your chest, as if the lord of death has his grip around it.
You’re back to where the trouble all began. Shaking in your socks, you reach out a frazzled hand to the door. You gulp, knocking instead, hoping he’s maybe left.
“Enter.”
You feel your skin go pale, a twisted smile forming on your lips. At least your death will be quick.
Attempting to gain some of your composure, and the words of Himiko echoing in your mind, you take a deep breath, hang your head low, and open the door, quietly stepping in and closing it behind you.
“Your fruit, my Lord,” you say, offering the bowl out.
“Bring it to me.”
You look up through your bangs, seeing him laying on the bed, the freshly washed sheets and kimono you left on it moved to the shelf. He leans against his long pelt and several stacked pillows, his hair billowed out around him, the loose spare kimono kept together by the loose tie around his waist exposing his hardened chest, his glowing eyes bright in the darkness. You timidly shuffle over to him, keeping any thoughts at bay, just as you were told to. You hold out the bowl.
“Feed me a grape.”
“Huh?” You chastise yourself. Why the huh did you say huh?
“Feed me. A. Grape.”
Wincing at the irritation wafting off of every word, you keep your head low and pick the plumpest grape, dropping it into his waiting mouth. He opens it again, sharp and angular eyes piercing through yours. This goes on for several minutes, you attempting to keep yourself together as his eyes bore into you. Every time you make eye contact, your body shivers from the intense gaze.
It’s like he’s sizing me up, you think nervously to yourself. You don’t want to think about why.
As you reach out to give him an apple slice, he catches your wrist in his hand. Your body freezes out of fear. Your gaze is fixed on his hand, then flits to his eyes, then back to his hand, over and over as he continues his icy glare.
“With your mouth,” he finally speaks, each word oozing intimidation.
With a gulp, you reply, “Yes, my Lord.”
He releases your wrist and you put the apple slice between your teeth. Eyes closed, you slowly lean down, the tip of the apple slice between your teeth to get the most distance between your face and his. The apple slice is taken from your mouth, and you snap back to standing upright. You finally look at him, his gaze still locked on you. Your skin crawls watching him chew, then swallow, and open his mouth.
His fangs are so sharp, you muse to yourself, putting an orange slice between your teeth. You repeat the same actions as before a few more times, making sure each is a slice of fruit for maximum distance.
“A grape,” he says, shattering your strategy.
With an inward sigh, you hesitantly put the middle of the grape between your teeth. There’s no other part to grab it from or else you’d have to bite into it or risk it falling out. You lean over again, slower, hoping against hope he doesn’t do what you fear he will. Your body gives you away and you notice your own fear lingering in the air. Partially opening your eye, you see his nose twitch, scenting the air. The corner of his mouth twitches as if holding back a smirk.
You close your eye all the way, coming just in range of him and stopping.
“Closer.”
Dread.
You lean a few inches closer, feeling his hot breath on your face. You’re done for. His lips meet yours in an effort to claim the grape, an electrifying shock shaking you. Your eyes snap open only to see the hunger blazing in his. His clawed hand reaches up and grabs behind your head, pulling you over him and down onto the bed. The bowl of fruit clamors onto the floor, fruit spilling. He’s on top of you in a flash, a sudden rush of the scent from before engulfing you, causing you to choke. He pins both your arms at the side of your head. Your knees squeeze together, an automatic response to attempt to protect yourself.
His piercing eyes gaze into yours, the grape between his teeth. He bites on it just enough to break the skin, juice dripping from the corner of his mouth. It’s the sexiest thing you’ve ever seen, but you must keep control of yourself. You can’t let him smell how your body reacts to what you’re thinking.
Chewing the grape and then swallowing it, he leans down slightly, long strands of his silver hair flowing over his shoulders. “Did you really think you could get away with your intrusion?”
It’s like you can’t breathe. The fumes in the air is making your mind hazy, losing more and more of the control on your thoughts. A blush forming on your face from the position you’re in, you attempt avoiding eye contact with him, instead looking away to the side.
“U-Um no, not really,” you squeak. “I-I was hoping, I g-guess.”
“Shame,” he mutters.
“Wh-what is?”
“How wrong you were. You will repent.” He leans down directly above your face. There’s no longer avoiding his eyes. They’re there, before you, glowing with lustful malice. “You will repent...until I am finished with you.”
You feel as if you could explode. “Finish...? How...?”
“Little rabbit, you are not so innocent you do not understand?”
The blush on your face deepens with understanding. “Oh...”
“Oh,” he replies, mockingly. “Rejoice. You are but a body to satisfy this one until no longer needed.”
To his utter surprise, you beam with joy. “Really?! Lord Sesshomaru, my body is yours to do with as you please.”
He frowns slightly. You were shaking in your skin before. If this was not the punishment you were afraid of, were you afraid he’d harm her? Any other time, the rabbit would be correct to assume so. If it was any other maidservant that disrupted him, he would’ve killed them on the spot. But this little bunny has had his attention for a long time. She always did his laundry better than any other servant, always brought the freshest foods, the perfect temperature water for bathing, separated his letters and reports into the neatest most organized piles, brought bread fresh from the oven. The littlest things she’d always go the extra mile and it always pleased him.
Truth be told, the extra small things she did was what caught his attention, and he was glad it was you who interrupted. You’re perfect. The size of your chest, the way your hair frames your face, the gleam in your eyes, the extra meat on you is truly what excites him. His frown turns into a twisted smile. He can’t wait to sink his claws into your flesh, especially the love handles on your hips, especially your thighs, your tender waist, the flesh of your back. He’ll tear you to pieces all while fucking you until you can no longer stand, and then fuck you more. Not until he is satisfied.
“Very well,” he mutters, his husky voice exciting your insides, “then prepare yourself, little rabbit, for this Sesshomaru will not stop fucking you until the sun rises.”
“I wouldn’t have it any other way, my Lord,” you beam.
His first victim is your neck, his sharp fangs tearing into the crook and drawing blood. You let out a shriek, not expecting something so painful. He slowly licks away the beads of blood streaking down your shoulder, savoring the taste, losing himself in the sweetness. He licks up to your ear, tenderly kissing the spot underneath your lobe before giving it a soft bite. This bite has you moaning. It was the kind that lights the blood on fire, the heat pooling between your thighs already unbearable. It felt almost too much. His fangs trace along your jawline, tongue licking over your bottom lip before claiming it with his teeth. He invades your mouth, stroking your tongue with his, one of his hands releasing your wrist to trace down your body.
The demon lord grips your left breast firmly in his clawed hand. The sensation causes you to moan into his mouth, your liberated hand tentatively gripping his shoulder. He chooses to allow it. He pulls away, leaving you with a sad pit in your stomach, but your vigor is renewed as he tears away your kimono, exposing your body to him. He purrs, the deep rumble in his chest eliciting a pleasurable thump from between your thighs. His clawed fingertips brush from your collarbone, over your breasts, and over your stomach, pausing to grip the plushness of your hips. He sinks just the tips of his claws in your flesh. You writhe, the pain pleasurable. You want more, how you want more. You never thought anyone would appreciate the meat on your hips. Himiko called them love handles, but why they’re called that eludes you.
“My Lord?” You squeak.
His eyes glower at you, your body attempting to sink back into the bed to escape his gaze. “What?” He hisses.
“Why are they called love handles?”
He stares at you as if you’ve asked the dumbest question he’s ever heard. A blush of embarrassment fills your cheeks. “Because you grab them.” His face gets closer. “When fucking.”
He flips you over onto your stomach, peeling away the remainder of your kimono. You shiver as the air wraps you in a cold embrace. His warm hands firmly grips your ass, slapping a cheek roughly. You moan for him, wanting to please him in anyway. It felt good to be ravaged by the lord of your dreams, the man that plagues you while you sleep.
His arm wraps around your shoulders, bringing you flush against him standing on your knees. You feel the hardness of his muscles against your back, wishing he could take off that damned spare kimono already. What makes your body shivers, however, is the poking against the top of your ass. If you were blushing already, it becomes darker, desire lighting you up inside. You try to grind against it, but Sesshomaru’s hand snaps to your hip.
“Patience, little rabbit. I wish to explore you first.”
You nod, leaning your head back against his shoulder as his hands roam. His lips hover over your shoulder, small bites and bruises appearing in his wake. The great demon’s hands grip and massage your breasts before sinking his claws in your delicate flesh. Your body tenses up, a sharp hiss of pain drifting past your lips. His claws make similar markings over your stomach, your waist, again at your hips, gripping your ass and leaving more marks. He pushes you on your hands and knees, spreading your ass.
“Hnn,” he groans, “you’re so wet, little rabbit.” Your whole body tenses at the invading feeling of his wet tongue dipping into your folds, a long, slow lick up your slit sending shivers up your spine. “Just as delicious as I thought you’d be.”
Tongue diving in again, you rest your head on the mattress as you moan, sensations of his thrusting and twisting causing your body to feel weak. How amazing his tongue makes you feel. The flick of your clit sends your mind reeling, thighs shaking as he gives it a light suck. His hands mesh and massage your ass, giving a brief smack. Two fingers plunge into your pussy, the sudden thickness causing a burn to erupt inside. Gasping, you fist the sheets.
His other arm wraps under you, pulling you against his chest once more, claws dancing over your throat. The dog demon’s fingers scissor and pump you, your gasps and moans more than music to him. Rolling your nipple with his other hand, his lips find themselves just below your ear. His warm breath make goosebumps rise across your skin, breathing and panting becoming heavier.
“Cum for me, rabbit,” Sesshomaru coos in your ear, hooking his fingers and rubbing the most delectable spot. You take a deep breath, his aroma knocking your senses, heightening them to the point something deep snaps within you, legs shaking as your head throws back, screaming. “Good girl,” he growls, continuing to pump you.
Shuddering, you gasp, “It feels so good, my Lord.”
“Who said you could speak?” His hand clutches your throat, eliciting the cutest of your gasps. “You’re so delicate. All I have to do is squeeze and you’d break.” His grip tightens, your eyes rolling back. He harshly grips you from your pussy, pulling your ass against his hips in a snap. A gasp barely escapes your lips as your vision blurs. His tongue strokes the shell of your ear. “Now you may speak, my little rabbit.”
“P-Please, my Lord,” you hiss between your teeth.
“Please what?”
“Mer, hnn, mercy, please.”
Sesshomaru smells your hair, taking a deep breath, sighing. His fingers wiggle inside you, pumping slowly. You can only tighten on them. “Hnn, very well, since you’re being so obedient.”
He releases your throat, letting you fall to your hands. In an attempt to soothe the bruises slowly forming on your skin, you clutch your own throat, gasping for air. His fingers leave your wet folds, his tongue curling around them as he admires your gasping.
His hands suddenly snap to your hips, dragging you toward him, the hungriest glint in his eyes. His hands drag down your back, leaving small cuts as they travel. His thumbs rub circles on your lower back, one hand moving up to press your lower body against the bed, the other gripping your hip to angle you.
“I’m going to fuck you now, little rabbit. Are you ready?” His voice is sultry, velvety. You nod. “Good.” The demon drops his robe, hands resuming their places, angling himself as the hand on your hip spread your ass. Bellowing a throaty moan feeling the head of his cock press inside you, sliding in and stretching you out to your fullest, your body shakes, quivering at the girth of him. It feels amazing, your senses lighting on fire, skin tingling, pussy throbbing. “You’re so fucking tight,” Sesshomaru growls, voice echoing on the walls.
Your face flushes, his praise causing your insides to flare. Desperate to please him, you push back on him, mewling as you feel the head of his cock brush against your cervix. The demon hisses, nails digging in the tender flesh of your ass before snapping his hips, the force causing you to slide forward an inch. You cry out, grip on the sheets turning your knuckles white.
“Patience, pet,” he growls, grabbing your hair and pulling on it.
“I’m sorry, my Lord,” you wince, “I just want you so bad.”
“Oh? You want this one’s cock?”
You nod. “Yes, Lord, you just feel so amazing.”
His other hand finds a firm grip under your chin, his claws barely piercing your cheek. You gasp, his hips snapping against yours in another bout of force.
Whispering against your ear, “Then beg for it, little rabbit. Tell this one how bad you need to get fucked.”
“Please,” you whisper. “Please~”
His hand leaves your hair to give a firm smack on your clit, causing your body to jolt up against him, a cry slipping past your lips.
“You will have to do better than that.”
“Fuck me please! Your cock is the most amazing I’ve ever felt, to be fucked by you is a dream, my Lord!”
The demon’s tongue swipes his lower lip. “Very good, pet. You’ll be a good vessel for this one’s pleasure.”
“Use me, please,” you whisper, a tear falling down your cheek, desperate for him to move, his stillness absolutely excruciating, desperate for friction.
The pace he takes immediately is hard, animalistic, the force of his thrust enough to send electric shocks through your body. His strong hands clasp your love handles hard enough to leave bruises later, the pleasure erupting through your body making you scream.
“Oh, my little rabbit,” Sesshomaru hisses through clenched teeth, “you’re so cute like this, spread for this Sesshomaru.”
You cry out as your cunt clenches around him, one of his hands dipping to stroke your clit, the sensitive little nub making your whole body tense up so deliciously, every muscle tightening to the point its mind numbing. Thighs throbbing from the force of his thrusts, pleasure coursing through your veins, blood boiling, a knot forms in the pit of your stomach. Desperate to feel it release, you plant your hands down firmly, bobbing your hips to meet his thrusts. An amused purr sounds from the demon, his grip traveling up from your hips to your breast, kneading your nipple between his fingers.
The knot snaps.
Unraveling completely beneath him, tearing the sheets beneath you, howling from the intensity that wracks through you, eyes rolling back, you collapse, no strength left in your legs.
“Done already, pet?” You feel his breath on your ear. “I’m not.”
The deep, velvet tone of his voice, dripping with sex, turns your blood cold. Not done?! How could he not be done?
Panting, throat dry, you summon all your strength to get back on your hands and knees, legs wobbling. Voice hoarse, you say, “Use me, my Lord.”
A smile twists his delicate lips. “You’re so good, little rabbit.”
You can’t help the smile on your face. This is a dream come true, after all. For months you’ve been admiring the Lord of the West from afar, going out of your way to do little things for him in the hopes of catching his attention. Today, this powerful demon has chosen you for his pleasure, and you can’t help but feel lucky. Then a sad thought flickers through the forefront of your mind. Would this be it? Will you go back to life as it was like nothing ever happened? Mentally shrugging it off, you decide it doesn’t matter. You’re here to pleasure the Lord, his instrument of satisfaction, nothing more and nothing less.
A claw traces the muscles of your back, cock thrusting slowly. It travels up, tantalizing, the marks it leaves behind making you shiver. He reaches the nape of your neck and captures it in a tight grip, lifting you up while his other arm wraps around your front, clutching you by your pussy. The new angle, as he slowly pumps, is already making you lightly spasm in his arms, moaning as your head tilts back.
“You’re my fuck doll, rabbit. Rejoice.”
Fuck you he does, his bruising pace from before resuming. Your hands, with nothing to grab onto, fly to your nipples to pinch, pull, and roll them between your fingers. You moan for him over and over, shaking as he moves you against him. Hand moving down to your stomach, you place a hand there, feeling the deepness he penetrates you. Oh, it feels so good, senses overloading as your vision goes blurry. There’s only his cock, rutting so hard into you you’re sure there’ll be no walking later.
Your breath heaves as all you focus on is him, tightening on him, eliciting a growl, his hand moving to the front of your throat and pulling you flush against his chest. His tongue licks over your shoulder, marking, biting, bruising it more as he abuses your cunt. The grip on your throat is light, thankfully, as you draw in deep breaths, hitching here and there from the ministrations on your neck.
You detect the slightest stutter of his hips. Oh, he’s close, he’s so close, you want it so bad. You’ll bring him there.
New determination setting in, you find some of your strength. You’re a demon too, you’ll show him you’re not so weak you can’t take it. Your hips rock and roll in tandem with his thrusts, the shivering, rumbling moan from him encouraging you. Grinding harder, you throw your head back on his shoulder as your hands move to your hips, moving them to roll on his cock more. The hand that gripped your pussy moves to find purchase on your stomach, clutching the sensitive flesh as he approaches the final stretch to his orgasm. His teeth sink into your shoulder, his growling and grunting heightening in volume, his thrusts ever harder, more intense. The pleasure shoots through your body, grinding back on him, your own moans turning into shouts and screams.
“My name!” He lustfully growls in your ear, moving to a new spot on your shoulder.
“S-Sesshomaru!” You wail.
The warmth that blooms inside you has your eyes rolling back, feeling the sticky hotness shoot deep inside you, filing you so deliciously. It’s ecstasy, shuddering in pleasure as you feel his seed coat your insides. You moan from your chest, eyelashes fluttering as you smile, rolling your hips a little on him. He hisses, but allows you to enjoy this moment.
It’s cute, the way your face turns so blissful from being full of his seed. He makes his decision.
Releasing you, and then catching you quickly as you collapse, he lays you down gently on the bed. You’re covered in sweat, everywhere, while he only worked up a little perspiration. It’s not fair, totally not fair. He looks like he can keep at it while you’re laying there a hot mess, so out of it as you heave for air.
He settles down behind you, pulling your tired form against him, a possessive arm curling around your waist. Gently humming, he strokes your stomach, burying his nose against the nape of your neck. It has you blushing, to say the least, the Lord being so intimate with you.
“You’ll stay here,” he mumbles, nuzzling.
“E-Excuse me, my Lord?” You’re still panting, however now its only a little, but the air threatens to get knocked out of you again by the implications of what he could mean.
“You. Will stay here. With me.” His lips are back on your neck. “Your existence here is now solely for this one’s pleasure. You will sleep here, little rabbit.” A firm bite, making you gasp. “You’re mine now.”
A dumb smile plasters itself on your face. “Really?!”
He hums. “Indeed. You make a good little fuck doll, so I will permit it.”
You blush. “I’m glad I could please you, my Lord.”
Another simple hum in response as he pulls you closer, and soon his breathing is slow, even, the tell tale signs he’s asleep. You, however, can’t get over the events that have unfolded, and you almost look forward to waking up sore tomorrow just to do it all over again. Does this mean you’ll travel with him now? Who knows, you muse to yourself, maybe, maybe not. You could only hope so.