InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Makai ❯ The Chase ( Chapter 22 )

Chapter Twenty-Two: The Chase

 

 

 

Sesshoumaru was deep in thought, his eyes running over the garden below his balcony, when Rin burst into his room crying. Anger was the first thing he felt over the rude entrance, until he noticed his ward's distressed state. Calmly walking to the sobbing girl, he picked her up in his arms and cradled her to him. She was the only one he'd ever shown emotion to and the only one he tried to comfort.

 

“What is it, Rin,” he asked emotionlessly. The sobbing girl took a gasping breath before looking into her beloved Sesshoumaru-sama's eyes.

 

“Makai-sama left Rin,” she burst out, her eyes filling with fresh tears over her acknowledgment. Burying her face once more into Sesshoumaru's clothes, her sobs began anew.

 

“What do you mean she left you? Do you mean she went to her room,” he asked gently.

 

“No. Rin had a nightmare and went to sleep with Makai-sama, but she wasn't there,” she cried, her tears now soaking Sesshoumaru's hoari.

 

“Rin, why don't you sleep in this Sesshoumaru's bed while I find out what has happened,” he stated, walking over to place the girl upon his mattress. Covering her small form up, he exited his room and ventured toward the strange woman's chambers. Finding the door slightly ajar, he entered her room and immediately realized she hadn't been there for a few hours. Her scent was quickly growing stale. Looking around, he noticed that some of her belongings were missing, as was her bag. Growling in rage, he ran to her balcony before leaping to the ground.

 

“So the bitch thought she could run from me,” he ground out, red tingeing his eyes. Gnashing his fangs together, he cleared his castle walls before running faster than most human eyes could see, his nose following the lingering trail of the errant female. He gracefully leapt from tree to tree; her scent steadily grew the deeper he traveled into the woods. When he found her, he wound teach her who was in control.

 

Makai continued running through the woods, her knapsack bouncing against her back. Her legs were growing weary, but she refused to stop. She wanted to get as far away as possible before her absence was noticed. She still regretted leaving Rin. She knew she wouldn't have been able to protect her, but she loved the little girl dearly. If only she hadn't loved her idiot guardian everything would be peachy.

 

Entering a clearing, she noticed a stream running through the middle. Perfect. She could travel in the stream for a little while to make sure Sesshoumaru would lose her scent when he went looking for her, if he went looking for her that is. Besides, she needed to cool off. Smiling with glee, she had almost reached the bank when a white blur stopped not three feet in front of her. Makai came face to face with a very angry looking Sesshoumaru. Gulping in fear, she dropped in knapsack, turned, and ran.

 

She hadn't gotten more than six feet away when she was roughly pinned to the nearest tree. He pinned her hands above her head with one hand and held her by the waist with the other. Panting with fatigue, Makai slowly brought her eyes up to meet those of her captor. His held rage and lust, red tingeing the edges. I'm going to die, she thought fearfully.

 

“So you thought to get away from this Sesshoumaru,” he snarled, his voice lower and more husky with his rage. He roughly slammed her against the tree again, causing Makai to arch up from the pain.

 

“You were going to trick me,” she spat, her anger rising to match his own. Glaring at the demon lord, she said without words exactly what she thought of him.

 

“I proposed we rut. I never said anything about becoming mates,” he whispered menacingly.

 

“You knew the way you proposed it that I would jump to that conclusion,” she yelled, her anger getting the better of her, clouding her judgment. Taking no time to think over her actions, Makai slammed her knee into Sesshoumaru's groin, causing the demon lord to howl with pain. Freeing her as he fell to the ground, Makai crawled away from the demon as she tried to get her feet under her. A clawed hand caught her ankle, halting her flight.

 

Turning to see Sesshoumaru holding on to her, red quickly filling his eyes, Makai started shaking in fear. Trying to kick him in the face with her free leg, it too was caught and she was slid under the powerful demon lord. He settled himself between her legs, using his weight and strength to immobilize her from further attacks.

 

“You dare to attack this Sesshoumaru, human. I should kill you for your insubordination,” he snarled, his face inches from her own. Makai panted with fear, struggle furtively against his hold, her actions only causing Sesshoumaru to switch his thoughts from one form of punishment to another.

 

“This Sesshoumaru will not kill you. Instead, he will make you submit to him,” he smiled evilly. Makai shrank away from his gaze. She knew whatever he was planning didn't body well for her. Suddenly, she found Sesshoumaru's lips against her own, his tongue plunging into her mouth to explore. Squirming for a few more seconds, she finally gave in to the sensations taking over her body.

 

Her tongue shot forth to battle with Sesshoumaru's own, a battle over dominance taking place. He set her wrists free as he brought his hands to her head, his fingers running through her silky hair as he angled her head for better access. Winning the fight, he quickly moved from her mouth to her earlobe, drawing it into his mouth and suckling it. He let his fangs graze over the sensitive appendage before playfully nipping it, causing Makai to moan with pleasure.

 

Makai's hands fisted in Sesshoumaru's beautiful white hair, the sensations he was causing overloading her body. She felt one of his hands skim down to cup a breast, kneading the flesh until the nipple puckered. Kissing her once more, his tongue again tasted her sweetness as he brought his hands forward and ripped her shirt from her small form, bra included.

 

He quickly left her mouth, earning a disappointed whimper from the female before he drew a nipple into his mouth. He nipped her, causing a gasp to fall from her lips, before he laved her nipple, soothing her tender skin. He grazed his fangs over the sensitive skin, causing it to harden even more. He began suckling at her breast, much as a newborn babe would before roughly biting her, his fangs leaving indentions in the skin. Makai only moan and bucked beneath him, enjoying his ministrations.

 

He quickly switched to her other breast, nipping and suckling it much as he had the other. He brought his hand up to role her now unoccupied nipple between his fingers as his mouth continued his assault on the other. He gave her breast one last playful nip before continuing down her body. He licked a trail down to her belly button, dipping his tongue inside, causing Makai to arch into him. Smirking, he quickly ripped her pants from her body, drinking her in. She was exquisite.

 

Kneeling between her parted legs, he buried his nose in her womanhood, inhaling her heady scent. Roughly, he began to lick and nip her bundle of nerves, making Makai moan and whimper with pleasure, her body gently thrusting against him. Bringing one hand up to hold her still, Sesshoumaru continued his assault, bringing her to the brink of orgasm, when he stopped. Letting out an indignant squeak over being left unsatisfied, she was quickly flipped onto her hands and knees.

 

She heard the rustle of clothing behind her, deducing that Sesshoumaru was removing his own clothes before she felt his naked chest touch her back, something hard coming to rest at her opening. He wrapped an arm tightly around her waist, the other coming to rest next to her head before he buried himself in her. She cried out in shock more than pain. He prepared her well before he entered, but the feeling of being filled so completely was foreign to her.

 

He began to set a hard, fast pace, his thrusts causing their skin to slap together and her to be pushed for slightly. Just when she was on the brink of that cliff once again, he stilled. Whimpering, she tried to thrust back against him, but the hand around her waist prevented it.

 

“Submit,” he panted.

 

“Wha…Sesshoumaru, what are you talking about,” she questioned, her desire still overwhelming her.

 

“Submit to me, bitch,” he growled, pulling out slowly and thrusting back in, making her moan.

 

“I won't submit to you,” she spat, even though this torture was killing her.

 

“Submit,” he snarled once again slowly pulling out before ramming himself back into her. Tears started to leak from her eyes. She couldn't take much more of this.

 

“No,” she said defiantly.

 

“Submit, now,” he growled, thrusting into her harder.

 

“Submit now or I'l…”

 

“Okay, I submit,” she cried, no longer able to hold out against the pleasure. Growling in satisfaction of his bitch's response, he began to pound into her once more. Bringing her up with him to sit on his thighs, granting him greater depth when he thrust, he brought his hands around to knead her breasts, pinching and rolling the nipples between his fingers.

 

Feeling her coming to the edge, Sesshoumaru once again placed her on her knees, Makai's arms giving out until she rested on her elbows. He grabbed her hips and used his demonic speed to increase the speeds of his thrusts. He felt her walls clamps down on his manhood bringing forth his own climax. Giving a few more powerful thrusts while bringing Makai against his chest, exposing her neck to him, he bit down, marking her. Caught in the throws of passion, she didn't feel any pain as they rode out the waves, Sesshoumaru giving a few more shallow thrusts, emptying his seed into her.

 

The two lovers fell gently to their sides, Sesshoumaru still buried deep within her. He couldn't believe he'd marked her. He sure as hell hadn't meant to. Either way, it was done, and now the female belonged to him. Smirking, he felt himself harden again and began to slowly thrust into Makai.

 

“Again,” she said, letting out an exhausted groan. He drew her back against his chest, one arm pillowing her head, hand resting upon the opposite shoulder while the other hand rested on her hip, holding her still as he took her again. Soon, he heard her pleasured moans and he again brought her to the brink and fell over it with her. Finally spent, he withdrew himself from his mate and picked her up, sleep already overtaking her. He wrapped her in is hoari, pulling his pants back on before heading back toward his castle.

 

“Now you are truly mine,” he growled possessively to the sleeping girl as he leapt through the trees.