Man of the Cloth | By : InuHanyouNikkie Category: InuYasha > General > DarkFic Views: 1268 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Won First Place at Inumadmusings Necrophilia Challenge for the Halloween season.
Man of the Cloth
By Inu Hanyou Nikkie
Character(S): Miroku Sango OCs
Genre: Dark, hentai, definitely serious unpleasantness
Word Count: 689
Summary: He took his Path as a gift. As a way to be close to Heaven. She caught him
Warning(s): Definite squick factor.
Disclaimer : I do not own nor make any monies off of Inuyasha and the gang. No, that pleasure completely belongs to the Goddess Rumiko Takahashi and known affiliates. I am only using them for pure entertainment value. I do not accept or approve of Necrophilia or any other act that violates a deceased person or animal. This was only written as a challenge to see if I could push my own limits and boundaries.
Man of the Cloth
Miroku was proud that he made his choice to become a monk after he was dragged kicking and screaming by Mushin to a funeral of a well-to-do maiden. He was frightened at first but as the observation for the dead maiden went on he found him studying the white corpse laid out before him. She would be forever frozen in a state of ethereal beauty. Her white skin glowing in the moonlight giving off a heavenly glow, and a stirring grew within his body. A hardening of his organ that until recently hung between his legs for waste disposal.
It was then that Miroku knew in order for him to have this ‘Heaven’ he would need to join with the maiden. So when Mushin left with the maiden’s family he took action. Parting the dead girl’s funeral clothes from her pelvis he eased her legs apart. Thankful that rigor mortis had long since left the girl leaving her supple, pliable, yielding to his desires. Miroku freed himself easily from his robes.
Her body was cold, icy but so hot to his aching hard flesh as he pushed himself into her compliant body. He commenced a hard thrusting movement with his hips as the friction ignited a painful pleasure. He was so aroused by the fact she couldn’t fight back or cry for help. . . that she gave her Heavenly aura to him fully. Miroku gasped as he reached his climax and spilled his seed into a dead womb.
Quickly righting everything back in place when he heard footsteps approaching, he thanked Bhuddha for the girl’s gift and for not being caught in such a Holy ritual.
It as the greatest orgasm he had and could only get since then.
So he began his life as a Monk. . . a man of the cloth who would ‘pray’ over the dearly departed only to ask for privacy in which he would part the lower part of the maiden’s clothes and enter her unresponsive body thrusting over and over again until he finally orgasmed in the dry dead flesh.
After he joined InuYasha, Kagome and was joined by Sango he kept up his love with the dead maiden’s they came across and seethed with rage when Kikyou’s soul-collectors would steal away his gifts from under him! His companions would never know the difference as Miroku had sex with live women, carried incense sticks and cones all of these covered up his obsession with the dead.
It was after he married Sango and she bore his son that he was caught by her in the very act.
Sango found some incense he had forgotten to take with him to a recent maiden’s funeral observation so being the good wife she brought it to him. Entering the room quietly she couldn’t do or say anything as she watched her beloved husband and father of her children. . . naked and in clutching throes of passion as he moved desperately against the cold body beneath him.
His grunts and gasps making the supper in Sango’s belly roll and sour. The way the dead woman’s body and limbs flopped and jiggled with his frantic movements. Sango could only watch in sick horror as the sounds of skin slapping against skin sounded in the room.
Sango was devastated to learn the truth behind her husband’s willingness to attend the dead.
Finally, he groaned as his finished before collapsing on the corpse; his body sweaty and Sango couldn’t take it any longer. She bolted as silently as she arrived. Her hands covering her mouth to keep the screams clawing at her throat down.
However, once she was past the silent hut she couldn’t hold in her meal any longer and vomited into the bushes. How could she look at him now. . . How many corpses had he been fucking?
She vomited more when she realized he would always make love to her later on after he attended his duties for the dead. . .
That cock had been inside a corpse only moments before sinking its way into her body. . .
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