Sesshoumaru's Ningen Mate (Sesshoumaru x reader)

An Inuclan Tradition

The melody is soft, graceful, harmonious ... you dance and dance ... you are the heart, the core, the most important piece ... you dance and dance ... he desires you, he wants you ... you dance and dance ... he takes you.

Sweet tones fill the castle courtyard. A demon and two demonesses sit near you on flat cushions and let their fingers slide over the strings of their instruments. The sound of the shamisen blends with the gentle sounds of the two kotos to create a wonderful touching melody, to which you elegantly and lovingly move your body. You turn slowly, lifting your closed fan and stretching it far away from your body. The end wanders over many attentively looking faces as you continue to turn ... and as you stop your fan points to two glowing amber eyes: it points directly to the face of Sesshōmaru, who pierces you with his gaze, who only watches you closely, as if you were dancing all alone on the stage, yet behind you your two demon friends are performing the same movements.

You move gracefully, letting your feet glide smoothly over the tatami mats, despite the kimono you are wearing to be heavy. As the main character of the dance, your beautiful kimono has several layers. Your feet are in warm white socks. Your hair is decorated with flowers sewn from silk and dyed in autumn and winter colors.

The instruments set the pace of the dance, and their sweet melody penetrates you to your deepest core, and your body moves almost by itself. Then you open your fan in a quick expressive gesture and you are holding it close to your chest. In small steps you turn once more and you see your demon friends moving with you at the same time. Their kimono is printed like your own with a pattern saying farewell to autumn and embracing winter; their hair is like yours beautifully prepared. Long earrings hang in their pointed ears, and when the light of the lanterns fall on them, they sparkle and glitter as if they are the stars of the night sky.

Many eyes lie on you, and you thought you would feel terribly nervous performing the dance that represents the farewell of autumn and the joyful greeting of the winter months in front of the whole castle - in front of every demon of the inuclan; but you feel euphoric, enthusiastic and then ... wait, still nervous? You take a step forward and very slowly, almost timidly, your back foot follows. The small stage on which you and your demon friends dance, and where the three demons sit and play their instruments, is built in the middle of the castle courtyard. Demons set up the stage this morning.

As you take one step, then a second step, and a third step forward, you notice once again how Sesshōmaru looks at you intensely; his eyes shimmer, and you realize that they shimmer with desire, desire for you. He keeps looking at you and you can see how Sesshōmaru watches you with an hungry look that seems to penetrate every layer of your clothes to brush over your bare skin; you immediately feel a tingling shiver running up and down your body and you notice how it dissolves and eases your nervousness. Now you feel more calm as you respond to the many stares of the demons who sit closest to the stage at small tables and follow your every move with their sharp demon eyes.

You have practiced the dance with your demon friends over a prolonged period of time, almost every day you have met and by now you consider each other to be very good friends. They have accepted you, a ningen, yet you are not really surprised, you know the demons of the inuclan treat you with respect, you know how friendly and helpful they are to you. You know how much they trust the decision of their alpha, how much they value you as mate to their alpha.

Jaken's beak is slightly open, you notice as you turn around with the fan in your hand. He repeatedly looks back and forth between you and Sesshōmaru, his big round eyes are wide. You are not quite sure why Jaken looks as if he is seeing something forbidden. Maybe it's because of Sesshōmaru, who is devouring you with his eyes, and you get the feeling Sesshōmaru would like to lift you up and carry you to your chambers. You feel hot under your clothes, despite the cool evening air, despite the frost that covered the roofs of the buildings and gardens in the morning of the last three days.

The music is getting faster and you gracefully swirl over the tatami mat. No longer are your steps slow and gentle, instead they speak of self-confidence, strength, courage and vigor. Apart from the sounds of the instruments, it is quiet. The demons watch you steadily, some of them are drinking sake, and nobody dares to disturb this enchanting, almost dreamlike performance with their conversations. Sesshōmaru is seated behind a larger table on a pillow and he watches you with his fiery golden eyes. You are his mate long enough to understand the slightest changes in his face, which for many seem to be just a cold expression. You know Sesshōmaru's momentary countenance tells you how satisfied and proud he is of you, how desirable you are, how incredibly beautiful you are to him ... and the last whisper of your nervousness flies away ... and at that moment you open your lips slightly as if you were exhaling it.

Without the slightest feeling of being nervous, you are now amazed why it bothered you so much to be looked at. Why did you have to feel anxious at the thought of showing what and who you are, of showing what you can do? Among all those eyes, there is one being who cannot get enough of you, for him what you are doing is wonderful. For Sesshōmaru you are a breathtaking creature, you realize. And the air suddenly feels to you as if it is filled with magic, as if it is crackling, and as if something very special is happening right now, as if an even stronger, more loving bond is forming between you and Sesshōmaru. Any fear you felt has dissipated by now and you feel how it is replaced by the knowledge that you are precious in what you do, that you are valuable in showing your abilities to everyone.

You feel that you are getting pleasantly intoxicated by your own thoughts: Joy, fun, cheering in ecstasy - everything is a part of you now. You feel blissful and you feel satisfied within yourself. Now you are stroking through the air with your open fan, as if you were painting with a brush. And then you know that the dance is about to end and you step into the middle of the stage with your friends doing the same. You stand close to each other and in a last picture announcing the beginning of winter you and your friends turn your back inwards. Together you are raising the fan, bending your wrists while tilting your heads - each of you a little different. You remain in your stance and you know your friends bodies are frozen like yours. The music carries on playing, then it becomes quieter and fades away. The three of you remain standing still for another moment, your chest lifts and lowers, then you are moving your body and you and your friends form a line with the demons who played the instruments before Sesshōmaru. You stand in the middle, right in front of him, and you bow to him first, then the others follow.

Sesshōmaru looks straight into your eyes, then he glances at the others and finally he rises, steps out behind his table, walks across the castle courtyard and steps upon the stage. You can't hear anyone talking, though the inuclan has many clan members and although the performance is over, yet even the demon children seem to know it's a bad time to be noisy. You can see the clan watching you and Sesshōmaru expectantly. You see how the demons are sinking down to your right and left onto the tatami mats to bow respectfully before their alpha; and you see from the way Sesshōmaru is looking at you that he is not asking you to do the same.

It happens so unexpectedly that you are taken by surprise, and you make a little frightened sound which is immediately silenced: Sesshōmaru's warm lips press against yours. You feel him embracing you, pulling you towards his chest to possess more of your body as he begins to kiss you passionately and fervently. You feel his tongue between your lips and he opens your mouth: Hungrily, eagerly and dominantly he kisses you, and he explores every corner of your mouth - Sesshōmaru wants to savor you completely ...

While you return Sesshōmaru's kiss almost breathlessly, you know the inuclan watches you both, that nothing stays hidden from their demon senses, that they can smell how your human scent begins to change under the declaration of Sesshōmaru's love, how you smell aroused and wet ...

You hear a squawking sound that clearly comes from Jaken, and then you hear Sesshōmaru's beta raising his voice and lifting his cup filled with sake in your direction. And while Sesshōmaru is caressing your lips and brushes over them warmly, you hear the loud shouting of the inuclan.

"To Sesshōmaru-sama! To his mate!

"Kanpai!"