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Sesshōmaru hardly needed sleep. As a full demon his powerful yōki constantly ran through his body, providing all the energy he needed, and he very much preferred to stay awake and be aware of the environment or any possible threat than fall in such an avoidable slumber. He only required sleep when severely injured, but even then it was a matter of hours, depending on the gravity of the wounds.
The same couldn’t be said for his human wife.
For Rin, and apparently every human as she explained, sleep was a necessity, and she needed at least seven to eight hours of rest every night, or else she would get weak and cranky, possibly even fall sick. So he simply had to indulge her; back in the day in those brief months when they traveled together, he gave Jaken the task to stay with her while he roamed as he pleased, coming back whenever he deemed appropriate. In the first weeks as husband and wife, instead, he would wander the forest nearby while she slept, walking back in the early hours of the morning to be by her side when she woke up. Sesshōmaru couldn’t really pinpoint the moment he started to stay for longer and longer, the embarrassing truth being that he actually missed her while she slept, and was quickly becoming addicted to at least sit in the same room and keep a close look. She was beautiful even while asleep, with her soft breaths and relaxed body, a vision both in the wilderness under the moonlight, or in bed, in the house he gifted her for their wedding.
That evening he had kept her company after dinner, let her run her hands and even braid his hair to appease the weird obsession she had with his silver mane, kissing leisurely on the futon until she beckoned him between her soft thighs, their lovemaking sweet and gentle. The full moon up in the starry sky called loudly, so he had left, carefully disentangling their legs to not rouse his heavily sleeping wife, and spent a few hours staring at the white orb, thinking about everything and nothing.
Lost in his mind, the luscious scent of her body suddenly reached his sensitive nose, shaking him out of his reverie. Even before getting married, Sesshōmaru’s every sense always lingered back to Rin, especially when far away, so he would know and reach her immediately if she ever needed him. This sudden spike while she was peacefully sleeping in their bedroom directly under his feet piqued his interest, to say the least.
Curious, he gracefully landed in the garden, taking off his sandals before stepping on the engawa. His body moved on its own, carefully sliding the door open, and, away from any inquisitive eye, Sesshōmaru smiled softly at the sight of her sleeping form curled on one side, her wild dark hair sprawled all over the pillows. Steps light as feathers, he got closer, going down on one knee to inspect her. The fluttering eyelids, the soft parted lips, the long neck covered in red love bites...the dip of her breasts, a nipple almost slipping out from the white sleeping juban... He gulped, his hands itching from the desire to reach over to grab that creamy thigh that peeked out from the flaps of her garment.
This search wasn’t fruitful. He got closer still, almost pressing his nose on her hair, slowly following her curves just a few inches away to avoid rousing her. Deep, intoxicating breaths, lingering the longest in his favorite spots where the scent was stronger, on the valley between her breasts and over her sex, from behind because of the position. He felt almost drunk.
A few deep breaths later, Sesshōmaru’s eyes shot open as he finally realized what was making her so tempting that night: Rin was at peak fertility.
Jerking back, he panted hard when the deep, demonic, instinctive voice in his head whispered to take her immediately. His suddenly hard cock jumped up and throbbed painfully at the thought, and he grabbed it through the fabric of his dark yukata, grimacing. The tip was already staining the cloth. “I have to leave” he thought to himself, wetting his lips while staring intently at her legs, his hand slowly stroking the hard penis on its own accord.
“Stop” he glared at the limb, groaning when Rin moved in her sleep and inadvertently brushed an ankle against his knee, juban slipping over the soft thigh showing even more skin. A waft of scent enveloped him and Sesshōmaru, now further intoxicated, rubbed himself some more, angry with himself for the unprecedented lack of control. “Touch her” the devilish voice growled, “You know you must have her, this is not enough.” Fair enough, the demon was well aware that any release he could achieve by himself would never satiate the hunger that was consuming his loins in this moment. He needed her. Staring at her lips, his eyes widened as his little wife, right on cue, grumbled the broken syllables of his name in her sleep, effectively and unknowingly shutting his brain off.
Sesshōmaru let go of his hard penis, jumping and straddling her petite body with his powerful one, engulfing her. Leaning on the elbows, he slowly traced the shell of her ear with his tongue, breathing her name in a quiet small voice that didn’t reach her. He moved down her jaw, his licks gentle and calm to savor her despite the turmoil of hormones that screamed to just sink in and fuck her. Sesshōmaru rubbed the tip of his nose on her lips, which prompted her to scrunch her features and roll on her back, inadvertently facing him completely while still very much asleep.
At his mercy.
Going back to his exploration, tongue lightly trailing down her neck to catch her taste, he dipped his nose on the mating bite she sported and inhaled deeply her honeyed scent. “More” the voice inside whispered, so he kept going, nipping at the collar with his sharp teeth, easily freeing one breast, the smaller of the two, and slowly licked the perspiration pooled in the valley. Her scent was getting stronger.
She had lovely breasts. Round, soft, perky breasts that fit perfectly well between his claws, not too big to bother her in her everyday life, but heavy enough to bounce hypnotically at his every thrust. He licked around the nipple which immediately pebbled and gave the other the same treatment, closing on it with his mouth to suck gently, laving with the tip of his tongue. He hummed quietly when she shifted, peeking with one eye to read her reactions. Rin was still sleeping, only now vaguely beginning to seem distressed.
Sesshōmaru let the nipple pop out and got up on his knees, hastily taking off his yukata and throwing it in a corner of the bedroom. He straddled her sleeping form and gave his hard cock a few firm pumps before running the tip on one pebbled nipple, twisting it around and circling, smearing precum all over both, before gently resting the shaft between the round flesh and squeezed them together to create friction. He kept his pace slow and light, aroused to be doing this to her while she was unaware, eager to learn her reaction when she’d eventually wake up. How easy it would be to finish like this and paint her collarbone and neck, maybe even her face and lips if he tilted the tip at the right time. “It’s not enough!” thundered the demon inside. Nostrils flaring, he panted as the strong scent of her arousal filled the bedroom.
Sesshōmaru could smell the moisture coating her folds, and was now desperate to get a taste. He licked his lips and gave a few more shallow thrust before stepping back, and sliced through the bind that kept her juban closed, almost jumping back in his haste, gently parting her legs. Mouth and eyes closed, he smelled her deeply, just a few inches away from her mouthwatering sex.
The silver haired demon placed both hands on her thighs and took his time to admire her, the hardened bundle of nerves, the soft dark hair covering the mound, and the moist folds, which he opened and closed with his thumbs on each side, observing the pink walls that perfectly molded around his hard dick. She was made for him. He peeked from hooded eyes and saw her brows knit together, and her legs shook when he slowly ran the tongue all over her sex, from the bottom up to the nub, flicking it a couple times, eyes fluttering from the pleasure of finally getting a taste.
Eyes closed shut and scrunched brows, he heard her moan and fidget before slowly blinking the sleepy fog away, confused, and Sesshōmaru kept going, mouth closing around as much skin as possible to suck, tongue moving from left to right in a gradual pace. Rin eyed him and yelped his name, a lovely blush pervading her features so he slowed the ministrations, smiling back with his eyes and breathing hard through flared nostrils. “Mine” growled the demon inside, savoring the flavor.
She seemed uncertain but didn’t stop him, slowly reaching for his hair with her small fingers to push away the bangs and stroke his skull, thumb pressed on the crescent moon. Thighs shaking, he increased the rhythm when she rippled around his tongue, and placed both hands under her rear to help her when his pressing ministrations had her trash her head back and lift her hips up in the air. Sesshōmaru planted both elbows on the bed and swirled his tongue faster, eating and drinking every juice she offered, keeping her steady when her back arched even more and she got up on her tiptoes, her body taut like a bow. Rin half groaned half whimpered his name, hips thrashing in pleasure until she convulsed, rippling and clenching on the tongue that was frantically lapping her quivering cunt, the demon enthusiastic to catch every delicious drop. He slowed down, helping her along the way down from the heights of pleasure, pulling back only when she gently pushed him away, and licked his own lips with heavy lidded eyes to catch the wetness smeared on his nose and chin.
Rin stared back with a wide, confused expression as he got on his knees, softly panting and cheeks blazing, and Sesshōmaru gave her a small smile, grabbing a hold on his throbbing dick to push it down and let go, making it slap hard on his abs. She gasped, so he did it again, and again, before hastily grab an ankle to pull her closer and swiftly sink balls deep into her wet, hot cunt. “Finally!” groaned the voice inside.
He ate her moan, pressing his open mouth on hers, starting an unforgiving pace that only got harder when she locked her ankles behind his back, nails digging deep on his shoulders, his name howled like a prayer to the sky. Sesshōmaru grabbed her rear, the scent of both their arousal strong in the air, the slapping of skin on skin loud in his ears, and he rubbed his nose in her hair, breathing heavily. “You smell divine” he growled in a low dark voice on her skin, laving her neck with long, wet dabs and lifting her hips more, his pubic bone hitting her just right to make her eyes cross at every thrust.
Rin tried to yell his name again, but it only came out in broken syllables, which spurred him on even more, increasing the pace to a frenzy and fucking her with gusto into the futon until she screamed again and came apart between his arms.
At the limit too, he followed, eyes flashing red for a moment as the demonic voice hissed in pleasure, twitching and pulsing inside her welcoming body, filling her up and answering with a low groan of his own to hers, prolonging their bliss for as much as possible with languid, deep plunges. He avoided crushing her at the last moment, resting his weight on his elbows, forehead pressed on the futon and fangs grazing her neck.
Soft hands gently scratching his skull and ears prompted a small whine from his chest, and Sesshōmaru pressed light feather kisses on every inch of skin he could reach, sighing when she rubbed her warm cheek against him. “I couldn’t resist” he confided, searching for her eyes, afraid of what he could find there. But Rin was smiling heavenly, unbelievably beautiful in the easy comfort of his arms.
“Do I really smell that good?” she asked, a lovely blush coloring her cheeks, while twisting his braided hair between her fingers. The demon nodded, nostrils flaring. He closed his eyes as the intoxicating scent pervaded his senses again and his cock, still sheathed deep inside of her, hardened. “You are at peak fertility and the scent is getting stronger. All my senses are drunk on you and your seductive body” he confided. Rin moaned and he stared at her. The love of his life.
“I want to pup you” he declared in unison with the deep voice inside his head that prompted the ravishing, words spilling out on their own accord. Up until that moment, he never expressed that desire out loud. They both agreed to welcome any children that their union would give them, but weren’t really looking for them.
“Why now?” Rin gasped, and he didn’t have an answer. It wasn’t the first time she’d been at peak fertility since they got intimate, but unlike this night he managed to avoid the sexual act, or finish either in her mouth or on her chest. Never before he had his entire being clouded in such way.
“Are you against it?” he chose to ask when he couldn’t find a satisfying answer. Rin shook her head right away. “You know how I feel.” She wanted the family she was deprived of, children to adore till the end of her days. Heirs had never been a part of his life plan. But a wife - a human wife nonetheless - wasn't either, and yet she had become his only reason to live. Sesshōmaru already made so many changes for this woman, was he ready to fulfill her wish? Even if it meant half-demon offspring, like the brother he had so openly despised for his mixed blood?
His body and soul seemed to have no more doubts.
“I want them” he nodded after a while, kissing her smiling lips deeply.
Ready.