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The Ark
By : Dunkelgelb
Category: InuYasha > General
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This is an unfinished and fragmented Goku/Sango lemon.

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Sable and Ebony
Emplaced high atop a towering, soil-capped plateau of solid, eon-streaked granite, sprawling wooden ruins that had once been a fortress-like village, a village populated at one time by a veritable army of proud and skillful demon exterminators, resonated with the sound of breaking wood, heavy, incredibly-rapid footfalls, and the occasional, piercing grunt of feminine exertion as the day's vibrant glow grew dim and sullen, the blood-red focus of a sixteenth-century Japan's summer sunset sinking lazily beneath the dense treeline of the surrounding pine forest. Within the disheveled remains of this village, a young, ebony-haired woman warrior named Sango, one of the few taijiya that had survived the tragic destruction of the very same exterminator clan, had nearly concluded yet another day of furious physical training underneath the careful tutelage of a seven-foot-tall, sable-haired saiya-jin who lived by the human name of Son Goku.
The fortress was just a remnant of what it had once been, as most of the small, wooden huts that once dotted its area and housed its population had been either smashed in like water-logged paper boxes, burnt down into fibrous skeletons of black, sooty char, or even torn off of their footings and hurled hundreds of feet out to collapse into piles of broken planking. A select few had escaped damage completely, but though these were still perfectly viable dwellings, they were no longer protected from outsiders; the perimeter of the outer defensive wall, a tightly-bound belt of Japanese pine trunks sunk down into the earth, had been sheared open in some places and battered over completely in others. This destruction served as a silent testament to the ferocious wrath of the attacking force; the seemingly-endless horde of demon-spawn that had overrun the defenders were the taijiyas' natural enemy, and had been Hell-bent on turning the demon hunters into the demon hunted.
Despite the fact that it was a structural shambles, Son Goku found Sango's village to be excellent training ground. Its primary living areas gathered into a tight bundle at the village's epicenter, vast, open areas of tall grass and bare dirt lay all around as ample room for free, far-reaching, and totally unhindered hand-to-hand combat, making for excellent and highly-energetic sparring sessions.
One such sparring session continued to rage, even as the sun set. Far out near the twenty-foot-high wall of turned-down tree trunks, a streakingly fast-moving blur mottled in reddish-orange and dark blue darted erratically through a dense field of knee-high grass, the blade-like leaves parting to make way for its passage. A second, equally-quick blur, one colored almost purely in jet black, followed in close pursuit,
Such a sparring session was already in progress.
Out within a knee-high field of such grass, Goku stood tall and silent, the immense lengths of his hairless and heavily-muscled arms crossed and folded tightly over the massive panes of his broad chest as he observed his ebony-haired student mustering her newfound ki into readily-usable form.
Son Goku himself was a veritable mountain of a man, towering above most others at just over seven feet

Indeed, the demon slayers built their home with such an implementation in mind;
The need for such training stemmed from their first encounter with one another. After coming to her aid and rescuing her from a subterranean den belonging to a brood of ravenously-hungry snake demons, Goku had seen fit to heal Sango's broken, poisoned, and most definitely dying body using a measure of potent spirit energy from his own, healthy one and in terms of saving her life, that particular course of action had been the only one readily available to him at the time. In his mind, it had seemed like a perfectly reasonable idea; it had worked exceedingly well back on Nameku-sei, a planet on which he fought a tremendously-destructive battle with an alien tyrant known to millions of subjugated beings as Freezer. During this extremely high-powered and destructive fistfight, the smooth-talking, lizard-like megalomaniac managed to shear his body into three pieces, severing his right arm from his torso and his torso from his legs by accident with the mathematically-infinite cutting ability of his own kienzan discs, incredibly powerful energy blades that he had created with the intent to cut down not himself, but Goku, instead.
The irony of the ensuing situation had not been lost on the saiya-jin, and mercy had always been an intrinsic part of his psyche; growing up on Earth had tempered his saiya-jin strength with human compassion and right-headed sensibility, though his underlyingly gentle nature sometimes created opportunities for his enemies. Freezer

Goku tensed and backed up against a curved, padded wall of his dimly-lit Capsule spacecraft, his blood pumping furiously and heatedly through his veins as Sango, scantily-clad in nothing but her loosely-tied bathing yukata, pressed the soft, feminine curves of her body to the raw, male angles of his, her warm, slender hands snaking up underneath the heavy, blue cloth of his upper gi and sliding gently over the massive, muscular surfaces of his sharply-defined abdomen and chiseled pectorals. Raising herself up on the tips of her bare toes, she gazed deeply into Goku's nervous and confused eyes, her own, chocolate brown pools filled with the warm, sexual glow of her body's desire. Softly and passionately, she eased her head softly to one and brushed past the rounded tip of his nose with her own, sealing her full, parted lips to his.
Eagerly, Sango drank a filling, satisfying kiss from the towering, sable-haired saiya-jin, moving a hand to rest over the warmth of his pounding heart as she pulled away slightly, leaving Goku breathless and hardly-able to speak.
"Sango - I, you,why!" Goku stammered, struggling to formm even the simplest of words. "What are are you doing?"
Sango smiled warmly, then withdrew her hands from under Goku's gi and pressed them to the center of her chest, relishing in the feel of her own, rapid heartbeat before sliding her fingertips down her sternum and between the firm globes of her full breasts, slowly parting the hems of her silken garment to make way for Goku's gaze.
Goku's lips parted and his eyes widened in incredulity as he took in the sight of Sango's smooth, creamy flesh, his
The taijiya marvelled at the wonderful feel of Goku's large, masculine frame underneath her fingertips; to her,
Sango closed her eyes and mewled out softly in orgasmic bliss as the pressure of climax rocked her, seizing her completely and sending her over the top. She arched her back and thrust her ample breasts high into the air as her sexuality overwhelmed her, pulling her under and drowning her mind with the power of its ultimate ecstasy. Choked gasps and gentle cries bubbled up from her throat as she felt her most feminine chambers blossoming wide and contracting shut with powerful rhythm deep within her, wave after wave of intense, exquisite pleasure coursing through her veins. Her head buzzed and her body thrummed in the throes of this most intense peak, her hot, climactic fluids flowing freely and heavily from her parted nether lips, filling Goku's mouth, and spilling down his gently gulping throat as the demon huntress writhed upon the bed. The saiya-jin drank easily of the taijiya's sweet, precious nectar, lathing his lengthy tongue over the hot, pulsing flesh of innermost folds in search of every single last delicious drop.
An eternity passed for the demon slayer, a cloak of pure, untainted warmth enveloping her, stroking her, lifting her to Heaven. Her heart seemed to explode with controlled rhythm inside of her chest with every beat of her heated blood, time slowing to a temporal crawl as her womb pulsed and quivered delightedly within her belly. She had never felt such amazing things in her life, her body singing a new, even more beautiful melody with each passing second. She felt wonderful, she felt beautiful - she felt loved.
As the peak of her gratification ebbed, Sango sank back down to the mattress, exhaling softly and trembling in the warm, orgasmic afterglow that Goku had gifted her with. She stared half-lidded at the dim ceiling of the saiya-jin's spacecraft, exhaling softly and trembling in pleasure. Her grip upon Goku's sable mane loosened considerably, her fingers unwinding from his hair. Even then, she could feel her most secret inner muscles twitching in silent applause for her lover's talents, nerves tingling throughout her body.
Goku waited for Sango to still before pulling away, giving her swollen clitoris a final, parting push before licking his lips clean of her sweet juices. He then inched away from the foot of the bed on which she lay, peering down at the massive bulge that pressed outward from within the tight confines of his underwear. He had never been so huge before, never been excited so deftly in the presence of any woman other than Chi-Chi. He felt traitorous, his massive erection a silent, throbbing testament to his own guilt and to the treachery of the carnal act he was about to commit.
Goku simply couldn't stop himself, his hands moving down over the thick muscle of his chiseled abdomen and his long fingers hooking underneath the cotton hem of his white boxers of their own volition. His heart pounded inside of his chest and his creamy seed churned excitedly inside of his heavy testicles at the thought of becoming one with the beautiful, resting woman before him, proving his incredible saiya-jin virility upon her body's most sacred, living flesh. Son Goku could delay his powerful need no longer - he closed his eyes, breathed deeply as the bedroom's warm, clean air embraced the full volume of his male nudity, then stripped his undergarment from his body. He stood up, towering at over seven feet in front of Sango's nude form.
The taijiya sighed brokenly in her pleasure, then opened her eyes slightly as she felt Goku shuffle in front of her. Propping herself up on her elbows, she looked to Goku and smiled up at him warmly, then turned her attention to his left hand, the flimsy, masculine undergarment that they discarded, most importantly. Her eyes widened in realization, for at that moment, Goku had become just as nude as she. Her heart pounding from a sudden, adrenaline-surging spike of her desire, Sango trailed her lusty gaze slowly down Goku's muscular body, inching over the strong, sinewed column of his neck, the solid panes of his broad chest, his sharply-sculpted abdomen, and finally, nearly eleven great, throbbing inches of the largest, most virile erection she had ever seen.
Sango gasped at her lover's sheer size, the great flare of Goku's large, bulbous tip already glistening with his transparent liquid excitement and every single ounce of him pulsing with his hot, saiya-jin blood. The demon-slayer's scarlet essence pumped just as powerfully through her own veins, rising up into her cheeks in a furious blush as she continued to gawk at Goku's incredible endowment. The saiya-jin was simply huge, far larger than any toy she had penetrated herself with, his immense, jutting member designed to reach deep into her body and leave a no-doubt copious amount of his hot and powerful seed behind deep inside of her, flooding the very core of her fertility with great, glorious bursts of his rich and creamy liquid heat. The equally-impressive sources of that seed had drawn up closely to the base of Goku's thick, lengthy member, each large, male globe swollen taut and solid with its molten, reproductive contents.
The taijiya swallowed heavily; to her, Son Goku was the absolute peak of male evolution, and in a few, scant moments, she would have him all to herself. For a moment, she held her right, trembling hand to her frantically pounding heart, then slid it down the flat, toned surface of her abdomen and pressed it against the dip of her navel, reciting a silent plea in her mind. "Womb of mine, please be strong for me!" she chanted mentally.
Goku frowned with concern at Sango's incredulous expression and anxious movements, then glanced down at the impressive scale of his powerful male organ. "Sango, if you're frightened, we don't have to do this," he reminded, halfway hoping that she would be satisfied with only one climax by his hands and mouth alone.
Sango shook her head and sat up on the bed, tucking her calves underneath her thighs as she reached out and clasped Goku's right hand with her own, bringing it to her face and pressing it to her right cheek. "No,please, Goku-san," she pleaded, looking up to him again and nuzzling against his large palm. "I desire this greatly - desire you greatly.
Goku smiled warmly down at Sango, stroking his calloused thumb lovingly across the soft flesh of her flushed cheek. "Then you shall have me," he whispered.

The saiya-jin then slipped his right hand down to Sango's shoulder, advancing forward and pressing gently on her, urging her to scoot back on the bed. The demon slayer complied eagerly and pulled away, her lengthy, raven hair collecting on the pillow underneath her in a dark, shimmering pool as she lay back on the bed and parted her shapely thighs wide for him, baring the lush apex of her feminine mound to him and inviting him to enter her, to take his pleasure deep inside of her body. Her full breasts heaved gently with each deep breath she drew into her chest and the fleshy petals of her feminine sex gleamed with her liquid desire, almost dripping with sheer need.
She was ready.
The tall, male saiya-jin drew his right knee up to the edge of the mattress, the full, heavy length of his thick, jutting member bobbing slightly as he shifted forward and lowered himself onto his hands, his weight joining Sango's upon the bed. Slowly, he stalked over to the taijiya's nude and waiting form to draw his hips back and rise up to his knees, looming large between her thighs for a few, long moments, studying the lean, curvy lines of her body.
Goku glanced at the great, straining length and pulsing girth of his incredible saiya-jin endowment, comparing it to the dripping slit of Sango's gleaming, feminine orifice. The demon huntress was a beautiful, grown woman, her body and mind fully mature, but if she hadn't already been sexually initiated beforehand, she could be in for very real and very serious pain upon the moment that his body filled hers. Regardless of this, though, Goku knew that even if she had lain with a male before, it was highly unlikely that she had been to bed with one nearly as well-endowed as himself. This was not an ego trip on the saiya-jin's part, it was a simple mathematical fact - not many men could boast honestly of eleven thick, potent inches of raw, womb-filling virility. Consequently, the futuristic warrior knew that he would have to take Sango carefully. He knew his dimensions well, and he would have to practice great restraint as he pumped her, lest he cause her terrible physical and mental trauma with his large size and great strength. He could not bear to harm her in such an unspeakable manner.
The powerful saiya-jin warrior set about to ready himself for Sango's body. He slid his coal-black eyes closed and breathed deeply in male pleasure as he reached down and closed his right hand around the monstrous length of his thick, throbbing cock. He curled his index finger and worked its midpoint against the highly-sensitive underside of his tip's large, bulbous flare, then slid his smooth palm slowly and torturously down to the tightened junction of his male sacs, his balls heavy and full with a copious, churning volume of his creamy seed. Sango watched in private fascination as Goku stroked himself, his head tilting backward and a soft, male groan spilling from his lips as the jutting focus of his virility surged hard and hot with fresh, oxygen-rich blood, the head of his member blossoming and swelling huge before the demon-slayer's wide, chocolate-brown eyes.
To her, he was absolutely magnificent.
His heart pumping pure sexual adrenaline, Goku leaned forward and splayed his left hand out next to Sango's head, balancing his muscular torso above her as he guided his heavy tip to her feminine opening, holding it just a single inch from the heated touch of her dripping folds. He gazed deep into her eyes one last time, awaiting her final consent to his most intimate advance, and received it silently through the sensation of Sango's legs sliding gently up his own, her ankles crossing behind the small of his back
Feminine instincts and sheer desire drove Sango to lift her own right hand off of the bed and draw it up to her lips. Quickly, she licked her palm and sucked on her fingers one-by-one, lathing them with her agile tongue and slickening them heavily with the liquid warmth of her saliva. A sudden rush of her warm blood flushed into her cheeks in a furious blush as she slinked her trembling hand away from her wet lips, reaching out unsteadily between her body and Goku's to
a slender, womanly hand off of the bed and slide it along Goku's own
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The Ark	By : Dunkelgelb Category: InuYasha > General Views: 2034 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own InuYasha, nor make money from this story.

The Ark