#wdig

This couldn't have come at a more inopportune time, you thought to yourself, a bubbling frustration building in your stomach. Once inside of your room, you were greeted by two other handmaidens.

"Welcome back, Y/N! How were your travels outside of the castle?"

"If its not too much to intrude, madam, we overheard that you are betrowed to be married. Is it true?" the handmaiden bowed low to signify her respect for you. "I do apologize if I spoke out of turn, madam!"

You sighed, rubbing the space between your eyebrows together. "I-its fine. If you don't mind.. I would like to be alone." Both of the handmaidens looked concerned, but you flashed them your best makeshift smile. 

"Its nothing to worry about, I just...."  you pulled together a fake smile. One that wasn't too cringy nor was it too alarming for other signs. 

"I-I just want to rest for my future husband. H-he is supposed to be paying me a visit tonight and I want to be fully rested."

Both of the maids blinked, their eyes big and stares hyperfocused on your face. When they saw your face never changing, they equally exchanged in a childish giggle. Neither of them decided to stick around for further details, so they made their way out of your room before shutting the door swiftly behind them with  a click!

You could still hear them giggling down the hall  until they were completely out of earshot. 

Man, how you missed your room. Your own safe space away from the hustle and bustle of the castle.  You called it a garden because, at your specific request, you had your father convert one of the shoin zukuri* that connected to the peony garden into your own personal room. The contrast between the shade of Keyaki and tatami mats brought an airy presence to your bedroom. 

The breeze was just right during the day and the night. And, during the night hours when the moon was at its highest, you would open your shoji and let the breeze in. You could hear the large elm trees shuffling sleepily in the breeze. If you closed your eyes, it almost sounded like the wind and the leaves were sharing a private conversation with eachother. 

The petals would fall into the Koi garden adjacent to your room, giving the fish who swam in intricate patterns a pastel, spring-like glow. 

Stacks of books and journals were strewn about the floor like a battlefield of worn soldiers. Washi paper jutted itself out of the books, makeshift notes, text, and journal entries that sporadically sprouted in your head clamored together in addition to the already existing articles of knowledge you collected over time. Father called you a hoarder; you called it expressive curiosity. 

Your bed was no exception to the rule, even with the maids' help. Your futon, disheveled like scattered rice on the floor. Your mattress and bedding were mixes of pastels and gold, its stitching spiraling meticulously across the edges, its stitches mimicking the flickering of firefly lights. The mattress was a lilac purple and your quilt was, what you called a crackled eggshell white. 

The stitching on your quilt was exquisite, shades of lilac and green etched across the thick canvas, cascading flower petals from one side of the quilt to the other. You were gifted this quilt by a Prince; his name was, if you remember, Prince Morihiro. He was a slim, tall young man with trembling hands and a nervous disposition. Calm and kind in nature, but not really a suitable husband for her.

Luckily, your father let you pick your potential suitors. All of his comrades felt it was absurd. A woman shouldn't be allotted such luxuries if she expects to bear a suitable heir to the throne. Or whatever that meant. You were blessed with such a compassionatr father; he let you come and go as you chose, play in the dirt like the boys, and still treated you like a princess. Dawning you with whatever you wanted at any given time.

You let out an obnoxious groan before you flopped into your bed. You looked out to your garden, eyes narrowing to keep the frustrated tears from falling. It was all a trick, you convinced yourself. Your father was just too understanding, too compassionate, too.. lax on almost everything.

You huffed a stray petal out of your bed, rolling your eyes at the subject. When you looked outside, you immediately immersed yourself in the outside scenery. It was only a small slit, no more than 5 inches, but seeing the bright blue sky, the happily chirping birds in the background, and the large trees dancing in the wind, you almost forgot about your worries.

Sigh. "I wish I could just stay here all day.." but you knew you couldn't. You had to move. You had to get up and be a princess. You reached for one of the many notes you scribbled once in the middle of your many late night studies. It was a mythology study. The-

"9 tail fox.. As much as they're believed to be for good luck or for deviance I sure wonder which one is my spirit guide for this life."

"Spirit guide for what life?"

"!!" You scrunched the paper together, nearly gnashing your bottom lip at the voice. You turned your head slowly, eyes bugging out when it was who you thought it was.

It was Sesshomaru standing at the entryway of your door, his eyes fully concentrated on you. When the shock went away, the anger began to bubble.

"Who-"

"Who let you in here? This is a Lady's quarters, you know!" Sesshomaru smirked to himself, amused at your brash attitude. He couldn't let it on that he was growing interested in you by the second, he had to analyze his subject. A renowned and feared demon of the land, born of regal blood, finally having his interests awakened from its dormant slumber.

"Your handmaidens." was all he said in response, the small smirk straightening back into a neutral line. They found Sesshomaru sitting outside under a tree and practically dashed to them as best as they could.

"Lord Sesshomaru! What are you doing here!" they said, hands clasped together in legitimate concern.

"The lady is waiting for you in her chambers. Here," one of the handmaidens bowed in respect. "Let us escort you there ourselves!"

"Tsk!" you rolled your eyes, turning over to not give him any chances of calling your position in the bed seductive or alluring. Instead of your back facing him, he now had a side view of your face. "I was just saying that so they would get out of here. I wasn't being serious!" you turned your nose up, your brattish fashion coming to the forefront. 

"Oh?" His footsteps were faint. You nearly blinked and next thing you knew he was at your side, looking down at you with a smile. "I didn't know a princess could be so pretentious."

"!!" that Really struck a nerve! Without thinking, you raised your arm to slap him.

"I'll show you pretent- !!" He was lightning fast and firm. In a blink, he blocked your hit, pinning you down onto the bed, looming over you with an observant look in his eyes. Even when you tried to shake yourself free and his tufts of hair glided down his face and onto the bed, he still held his grip on you. But, it wasn't to cause harm. 

"I'm not trying to hurt you, Y/N." he said flatly, his hands relinquished from your grip. "I'm surprised you don't even remember me." You rolled over, massaging your wrists with a suspicious arch of your eyebrow.

"Remember what?" you quizzed, scooting away from him.

"That we used to play like this as children. And you lost even then."

He used those same two fingers and pushed deep inside of you. Instantly, you clenched down, refusing to let go as your juices spread down his hand and onto his wrist.

"Hmmm," he hummed in satisfaction. He retracted those same fingers, suckling each one with precision, lapping up your juices with his tongue. His member pressed against the small of your back, begging for entry. How you wished the rocks weren't blocking you from be-

"Y/n, come here." Sesshomaru said. You blinked, turning around to see he wasn't behind you anymore but instead in the onsen already disrobed.

He sat on one of the crevices in the onsen where people could sit comfortably and lean against the boulders if they chose. Smoothing his thick locks down his back, he craned his neck away from you, taking in the steam and allowing it to penetrate his skin. You drifted closer to him, your body floating in the water while your hands remained planted next to his legs.

You looked up at him with a mixture of lust and longing. Even with the only noise between you two being the soft splash of the waves, you could feel his intensity.

Without hesitation, you balanced herself on the rocks with your knees, wrapping your arms around his neck and coming together for a longer, more passionate kiss.

Without breaking apart, sesshomaru lifted your hips and guided you down on his dick. You could feel him pulsating inside of you as the mixture of warm water and his girth heightened your sensitivity down below.

Your moans echoed in his mouth each time you descended down to take all of him in. Even with his nails cinching into your flesh, you bounced on your own accord.

Sesshomaru's mind melted into the water as your pussy squeezed onto him, demanding to drain him of every last drop he had ready and waiting for you.

He broke the kiss, biting his lip as his hands palmed your behind. You were unbelievably tight but that didn't stop you from putting on a well-appreciated performance.

"Nnng, Y- y/n- you are truly," moan "Incredible."

"Mhmmmm." You moaned in agreement. You used your tongue to open his mouth again, circling around and around in synchronicity with your hips.

How you missed this man, how you craved this man. To hell with what everyone had to say about him, he was your mate and as unorthodox the circumstances, he made you feel amazing.

Sesshomaru quickened the pace, slamming his hips upwards as you descended down. He was close but he didn't want to end it just yet. He hated that he wasn't at full recovery but you were unbelievable tonight. As you balanced her supple body over him, using his shoulders for support, he admired your breasts as they glistened and gleamed under the moonlight.

He couldn't hold it anymore. Digging his nails in your flesh, he controlled you this time. He kept your legs open with his elbows and bounced you up and down, each motion more intense than the previous. Your soft, timid moans escalated into animalistic grunts and sighs that peaked as the intensity increased.

"Nnnnh! Y/N- I'm going to-"

"Don't say it, Sesshomaru. Just do it, I- I'm yours. Please, do it!"