Adult-FanFiction.org : Inuyasha / Yashahime

She Is Our Miko (I)	By : darkduchess Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female > Sessh?maru/Kagome > Sessh?maru/Kagome Views: 39205 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 6
Disclaimer: I DO NOT sell or distribute any works of or in relation to InuYasha. Therefore I do not make a profit from this literature I've written.

Chapter List
- 13
- 14
- 15
A/N: ACK!! >_< Dont kill meh, dont kill meh. I know I deserves it but but ....Here's new smut...Smut is good ya?

Chapter 14

Captured
Her freedom; taken.
Her will; resolute.
Her body; exposed.
Her mind; outraged.
At his mercy, she knows captivity.

-D.O.D

She felt crowded on her futon. Something warm and fleshy kept brushing against her on all sides making her toss about this way and that to escape the torment. Her body was already overly sensitive from the hair that still lazily stroked her between her legs, nonstop in its quest for nourishment. Then there was the constant awareness of the hard golden phallus deep inside her body that made her ache from the unrelenting pressure. Every touch, caress, and even the lightest brush of skin felt like a thousand hot tongues lashing across her skin. It drove her absolutely mad with pent up need. To think that this horrid punishment was just the beginning.

Something nudged her hip this time making her whimper in agony. What the hell was going on around her? She heard voices. There were deep voices, light lilting voices, and… laughter; lots and lots of laughter. Her curiosity got the best of her so she finally opened her eyes and made a lazy sweep around her. She was still in the pets living quarters; that much she knew.

The roars of praise and applause startled her wide awake making her roll to her side to find Miroku lounging comfortable next her on a futon. “Again my lovely maidens. Again.” He urged someone.

“Yes again. Yuko, you too. Perform again for us. Flex those plump thighs love.” Kagome looked to the other side of her to find that overly energetic boy lounging against her thighs. She forgot his name. He must have sensed her sudden movement when he threw his head back to look up at her from an odd angle. A bright smile was on his face when he spotted her awake. “Ah, our beauty wakes.” He suddenly rolled over unto his stomach, the women performing were suddenly forgotten. “Slept well Milady?” he asked breathlessly.

Kagome grew uncomfortable with how casually the boy threw an arm over her legs like it was a natural thing. But it seemed unnecessary to stay so tense when he smiled so brightly. A smile that was so open and friendly that she found that it put her at ease. Relenting to the casual atmosphere, she smiled and stretched.

“She’s as languid as a kitten.” Miroku chuckled beside her making her blush. When the hair between her thighs brushed lazily at her folds again she blushed even harder.

“What’s going on?” she asked shyly, hoping to deter the men’s attention away from her.

The boy grinned mischievously up at her before he rolled over to lay his head on her thigh once again. “Aren’t they amazing?” he asked dreamily as he watched, from what she finally noticed, two women performing acrobatics.

Over the numerous heads of other slaves, Kagome could only catch glimpses of pale limbs swaying to music. Frowning, she sat up to watch the women switch swiftly from their knees to their hands swinging their legs up and about gracefully.

While it was an amazing performance, it was a forbidden one wasn’t it? “Shouldn’t they stop before they are reprimanded by the guards?” She asked in a whisper looking around nervously waiting for the groomers to barge in at any minute.

Another roar of cheer startled her when the men praised the women staying upright on their hands while swinging their legs about in a fast paced dance.

“Why?” The young boy asked her incredulously while keeping his eyes on the women performing in fear of missing something. Even if he did, the rest of their performance made up for it. It was that amazing.

Kagome shrugged. “I thought where we’re forbidden to stand upright.”

“Ah, I believe our lady is referring to the ‘no feet to the floor’ policy.” Miroku nodded in understanding. He gave a pointed look to the women still in the heat of their performance. “Watch those two carefully milady.”

The miko did and was amazed by their grace and stamina. Mesmerized by how in sync the two women managed to stay during such a complicated performance. One of the women, the more limber of the two spun and twirled easily on her hands as she flexed her legs and parted them far apart baring all her womanly charms to her audience. The men, even the women, sighed dreamily at the erotic sight. Kagome’s cheeks warmed when she watched dew fall from the woman’s petals in a sparkling wet trail over her hips. She appeared to tremble under the effort of holding her position on her hands. Her toes were flexed into a curve point as her legs swung, bent, and swayed about. A light sheen of sweat made her body glow under the dim candlelight. It was at that moment when she finally noticed a very obvious thing about their performance.

“They feet never touched the floor.” She whispered aloud to no one in particular.

She felt Miroku settle closer behind her making her sit up rigidly. She didn’t know he moved until she felt his hot chest press against her back. “Precisely milady.” He seemed to purr as he nuzzled her shoulder affectionately. “Even though their master had them for years now, those two there are still virgins.”

Wide eyed, she looked back to grant Miroku her astonished look. How in the world are they virgins if they were brought here to be used as carnal slaves like she was?

Before she could ask, Miroku answered. “Their master is a primate demon. They are a breed known for their limberness and acrobatic abilities. So, of course, that makes them natural performers. But unlike all the other demons here who lusts for their pet’s flesh, the primate demons lust for their pet’s ability to perform. They only take those who have natural gymnastic abilities.”

“Ah.” Kagome agreed with nothing much else to say. She gasped when the smaller curvier woman nearly touched a toe to the floor when she momentarily lost her balance. The poor thing looked ready to fall over. Why do they push themselves so hard? “Why do they perform when they are so tired? Their master isn’t here.”

Kagome shivered when she felt the monk’s lips kiss softly at her shoulder. It felt like he branded her with his lips and the heat spread across her shoulders sending a ripple of lust down her spine. “Endurance practice I suppose. It seems that’s what arouses their master most; the sight of his pets pushing themselves to maintain perfect form no matter how long their performance. The sight of their fit lithe bodies swaying to exotic music while naked and quaking with strain makes them a lovely sight does it not?” Not waiting for her to answer she felt his mouth grow closer to her ear, his breath hot and his voice deep and soft. More shivers went through her body. “Notice how all their movement works to draw the viewer’s attention to their weeping folds? Now what is it that makes our lovely acrobats so needy I wonder? As you have just said…their master isn’t here.” Kagome’s eyes felt heavy when Miroku planted another scorching kiss to her neck. The skin, still overly sensitive, made her move away from his smiling lips. He was torturing her. And he seemed to revel in it. “Is it the lecherous and perverse stares of the audience molesting their bodies with leers of lust? Or could it be the burning and aching strain from holding perfect form while moving with painstakingly slow grace?” A hiss escaped Kagome’s lips when he ran a light hand, skittering his fingers like spiders legs, down her arm. It felt horrible. So utterly horrible the way her body tightened and twisted into knots under the pressure his caress built beneath her skin. “They are virgins because their master admires their bodies too much. I’ve seen him reach release after release from watching them. And they themselves have reached release after soul shattering release from being watched alone. Why bother with joining of flesh when you have the power of allure?”

The shivers quaking through her body was uncontrollable now; like she was oh so cold when she was oh so hot. How could that be?

Provoked by her arousal, the hair worked her clit with a frenzy only to stop moments before she could reach her peak. Her body went through that damnable phase of tightening with no hopes of release of its tension. She wished for him to stop his torment but she found she rather much enjoyed the torture. Even if there was no satisfying end to this, there was at least the beauty of painful arousal she could enjoy.

Sesshoumaru. She found herself calling out to him unhindered within her mind. Her body called out to him even louder.

Hands reached around to cup the heavy weight of her breast in gentle squeezing palms, her nipples caught in pinching fingertips. “Just as you burn for them, they burn for you. But even more so.” He whispered then called down to his comrade still lounging comfortably on Kagome’s thigh. “Don’t they young Aki?”

She gasped when Aki placed an opened mouth kiss on her skin. The wet languid swipe of his tongue stroked all her skin cells alive with electrifying intensity. “They most certainly do. Our masters may act insulted and annoyed when we disobey them, but the truth is that they really adore you so much more when you do.” Even his breath blowing across her now wet skin made her body tighten an unbearable degree. It hurt, that lick; that simple small lick of his cursed tongue. And it felt amazing.

“So very true young friend.” The monk’s thumbs thrummed across her hardened buds in fast light flicks making her squirm in his arms. But even as the sensations become too much, it was almost too little. She wanted more aggressive hands; cruel hands; ruthless hands. Lord Sesshoumaru’s hands.

Suddenly her legs were pried open by Aki. He held her legs open to leer heatedly at her swollen sodden sex. The hair, free to move, waved up into the air like wet tentacles. Watching such an erotic oddity made her body shudder.

Unable to bear the many different caresses and strokes on her flesh, she turned and buried her face into Miroku’s neck. “Miroku it hurt so much…” she whimpered as she writhed in his arms. His thumbs still worked her nipples vigorously sending sparks of liquid fire churning through her body.

“Feel amazing, does it not?” She nodded in answer to his question and sighed. Against her will her back arched up into his palms, unintentionally urging him to work her nipples harder. Or was it intentional? She couldn’t tell when her body hummed with lust so loudly that she quaked with it.

Aki suddenly leaned forward to suck a hard throbbing nipple into the wet warm cavern of his mouth. A blast of fire enveloped Kagome. Bright and blinding each and every tug of his tight soft lips. The muscles of his lips worked the tender skin around her nipple as he drew back to finally release them with a wet pop. The look on face looked as blissful as she felt. It was hard to decide who benefitted more from that little act.

“Succulent…” she heard him moan lazily. His voice took on a deeper, huskier octave. He seemed so much more mature then.

Gasping and panting under the storm of her desire, Kagome watched the young man settled comfortably between her legs. If she was herself, she would be mortified with how easily she opened herself to this complete stranger; disappointed in her train of thought and frame of mind. But then that would mean she knew who her former self was. Was there a former self of herself? Was she someone who isn’t who she used to be before she came here? Or was it possible she was becoming who she truly meant to be?

Did it even matter when now at that very moment, while her body screamed for the forbidden, whether or not she was betraying herself or denying herself?

Aki sat back on his haunches leering at the juncture of her thighs. He suddenly grinned wickedly.

Looking up, Kagome noticed that Miroku had an equally mischievous expression on his handsome face as if they both thought up something good, or was it bad. She wasn’t sure.

“Would you like to learn the beauty of release without a lover’s touch?” he whispered as if it was a forbidden question.

Aki swept a quick look around the room before he settled back on his haunches while pushing her legs up and wide apart. Miroku then reached down and held her wide open by her trembling knees. The hair became wild in its stroking of her opened sex. Watching the younger man, she saw him grip the base of his shaft tightly while rubbing a thumb over the slick head of his cock lazily.

“While watching him do something so lewd is pleasurable itself, there are other things about him that can bring you pleasure. Look at his face Milady.” she heard Miroku rasped huskily against her ear making her body stiffen and tremble with each word he slowly pronounced.

Struggling in his arms, she looked higher to see young Aki’s face flushed as he stared at her with hazed brown eyes. The brown orbs slowly raked down her exposed body and she noticed the small twitches and jerks of his stomach and thighs as he worked his length. As if he was fighting something. His breath became ragged. His voice deeper.

“You see how much he wants to touch you. Revel in that knowledge my young miko. Revel in knowing how much he wants to ravish this body; a body that made him so painfully needy. Watch how he stroke his cock…see how tight, fast and desperate those strokes are?” Listening to Miroku, Kagome was panting. The heat in her body became unbearable. Instead of the hair teasing her, it was adding to the mounting pressure. Each swipe across her sex in time with the wet loud strokes of Aki’s cock was driving her mad.

Allure. Seduction by allure was the monk was teaching her. Quite an effective lesson she must say.

Aki’s strokes grew particularly fast and tighter. The heavy weight of his sac swayed to each white knuckled pull of his flesh. He ogled her breast and she heard a pained whimpered in his throat. It was as if the man in front of her wanted her so bad it hurt. It fed something dark inside of her. The power of it made her crazed with need. Brazen, she reached down and cupped the full weight of her breast in her palm. The contact of her own soft plush flesh in addition to power she held over him made something explode inside her.

“Don’t stop watching him. Pay attention to his every twitch, the sound of his voice, the speed of his strokes. I know you hear the desperation in my voice as well Milady. How does it feel to have two men lust for you so much only to be denied your flesh?” she heard him moan and she moaned in answer. The deep timbre of his voice made her shiver in his arms.

Aki bucked his hips into his tight fist. Fucking his fist, she told herself. The vulgar words made her chest tighten and burn. He’s fucking his fist, she repeated in her head until it became a chant as she watched him push and pull his tender phallus. Then, it happened. After the hair gently swiped across the humming nerve between her thighs…After Miroku groaned deeply in his throat how much he wanted her….After she watched that painfully blissful expression show upon Aki’s handsome face as he reached his peak…she came. She came with a loud wail as her cunt clamped down around the hairs inside her restricting its movement.

It felt so good. So very good. The miko wanted to pass out from the bliss of it.

“Oi!! Miroku….Aki!! What are you two doing?!” she started at sound of Lord Inu Yasha yelling across the room. “Everyday… it’s somethin’ with you two.” The hanyou groused as he stalked across the room to hoist Miroku up over his shoulder and then quickly reached down to grab Aki’s ankle before her could crawl too far. Heavy with his load he hauled the men out of the chambers.

Looking after them, Kagome noticed they both grinned openly at her, clearly unconcerned by being caught doing something they apparently had no business doing. If she didn’t know any better, she would say that they planned this.

Her view of the men was blocked off by a column of dark silk clad legs. She looked up the long body into the smiling eyes of Iku. “I leave you to yourself for a few hours and I find you in cahoots with the Mischief Duo.”

“I wasn’t…” she started until Iku crouched down to reach between her thighs. She felt him shove two long digits insides her and her still tender walls tightened, the telltale sign of her fading release. “You resorting to lying now miko?” he asked with a menacing chuckle as he twisted his fingers in a way that had her falling back on her futon as small tremors of pleasure snaked down her body.

“N-n-no…I…mean …” she stuttered helpless as she bucked against his fingers. Her body went lax when her groomer removed his now slick fingers and lifted them to show her the evidence of her release.

“Of course you know…” he flexed his digits so that her wetness stretched like a clear web between his fingers. “… Lord Sesshoumaru will be hearing about this.” He said thoughtfully as he slowly stood.

Panting and defeated, Kagome said nothing as she followed silently after Iku out of the chamber.
- 13
- 14
- 15
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

She Is Our Miko (I)