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The Ark
By : Dunkelgelb
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Night began its descent over the Japanese Musashi plain, bathing the forested mountain into which Sesshoumaru had

built his den in the brilliant crimson gleam of sunset. Its clear skies went untraveled, save for the creamy white down of a

certain female wind demon's magical feather as it pierced the wind and slid effortlessly through the atmosphere upon it.
Kagura glanced over her right shoulder and surveyed the male wind demon behind her with an unhurried sweep of her

ruby eyes. His sapphire gaze lost in the streaking deep green of the forest passing by below the feather's keel, Seventeen

presented himself as a man - demon - pressed to the very brink of death, the black silk of his haori and hakama tattered from

battle and printed with heavy flecks of blood, some of it his own, the overwhelming majority of it spilled from his dead

enemies. He sported no serious injuries and all of his minor ones had already healed over, thanks to his powerful demonic

constitution, but the brutal hand-to-hand fighting concluded in the prior hours had taken a heavy mental toll upon him.

Frayed and weary, Seventeen sat in dire need of a long night's - or morning's - rest, and Kagura planned to give it to him

tenfold.
The sorceress called on her winds and canted the feather's bow downward, descending to ground level in one easy

swoop and landing swiftly in the grassy field just before the mountain den's entrance. "We're here," Kagura said, nudging her

passenger with an elbow.
Seventeen, previously lost in his own contemplations and nearly dead to the entire world, snapped back to reality at

Kagura's touch and looked up to see the cave mouth looming large before him. He stared at it blankly before sighing quietly

and pivoting upon Kagura's feather, dropping down onto the ground and trudging torwards it with somber cadence.
Kagura watched him as he walked, following his movements intently. She could feel great pain and regret rolling off of

him, his spirits bleak and his mind heavily preoccupied. She snorted, for Sesshoumaru would have slaughtered Daisuke and

all fifty or so of his men without batting even one of his pretty eyelashes, but she supposed that it was good that her male

counterpart exhibited some kind of emotion after killing a living being. He was not some soulless machine.
Inside the warm, torchlit depths of the den, Seventeen approached the silk flap that marked Rin's bedchamber, peeling it

aside and peering in. Rin had already gone to sleep, her tiny body curled up on her pallet and kept warm by her thick fur

blanket, her face serene and innocent in the peace of her rest. Seventeen's gaunt sobriety lightened as he looked upon her,

for in the flickering glow of her room's candlelight, she appeared to him as a little angel. The sight of her made it easier for

him to justify himself, and he clung his reason to him tightly, repeating it like a mantra. Killing to protect. Killing to protect.

Killing to protect!
The wind demon turned away and entered the room that he shared with Kagura, and with a willed flare of his demonic chi,

all six of the chamber's equidistant candles erupted into flame in their cutaway oval wells, their energies tapering off to bathe

the stone walls in a pleasant, flickering orange glow. Unbuckling the straps of his armor, he yanked the pitted and scarred

steel off of his chest and over his head, tossing it away carelessly. He then knelt down and settled upon his pallet, groaning

softly from his body's aches as he lay back and draped his hands over his abdomen, sliding his eyes closed and embracing

the comfortable warmth of his bed gratefully. Finally, he mused, he had corrected the mistake that he had made when he

sided with Daisuke.
However, Seventeen knew that he had won only half of his battle. Daisuke and many of men were indeed dead, but

because of that, the Omari province no longer had a ruler, and he knew that if he didn't act quickly, anarchy or another

butcher would come to reign. Equally distressing to the former android and former human were the vicious bandit clans that

still roamed the countryside, raping, kiling, and pillaging everything in their path; Japan was still full of men that needed to

die, and the gaping maw of Hell was probably foaming over at the thought of devouring his soul.
But he was alive, and he had the experience of thirty years spent fighting Naraku on the Silent Planet behind him

and plenty of ammunition to boot. Perhaps, he mused, perhaps he was condemned to an afterlife of eternal damnation, but

he could still make a difference in the lives of many, many innocent people.
Kagura entered the small, stone-carved bedroom a few minutes later, immediately reaching up to her hair tie and pulling it

away as she walked in. Her glossy ebony tresses fell free as the tie's hold severed, cascading thickly down her back and

rippling softly as she turned to her bed and dropped her slender hands down to the golden sash that held her outer robe

closed. With a single twitch of her index and middle fingers, the tying knot collapsed and the sash streamed to the the thick

furs below, followed soon afterward by a heavy mass of red-and-white kimono.
Seventeen opened his sapphire eyes at the sound of clothing piling upon the floor and looked over to Kagura just in time

to see her blue kimono sliding off of her sleek body and pooling around her feet, leaving her clad scantily in the thin green silk

of her inner yukata. He knew her to be completely nude underneath it, and he felt his body beginning to respond to the sight

of her, his dormant manhood awakening with a sudden rush of his hot demon blood and swelling larger by the moment. He

also knew that he hadn't come once for the last two weeks, an immense supply of his creamy seed built up and swimming

restlessly within the spacious globes of his heavy testicles. The Blood Stone's invisible and incredibly-potent noose tightened

around his male sexuality in that moment, filling him with the primal urge to bury himself balls deep into a beautiful woman -

Kagura, exclusively - and pump a full pint of that virile cream forth deep and strong into her tight womb until there could be no

possible doubt that she carried his growing child - or better yet, his children - within her.
He was planning on sleeping for a bit, but he supposed the best rest was that which ensued after a good, long,

sperm-draining rut, especially if it was as intense as the ones that he had shared with Kagura.
Kagura turned back to Seventeen and flashed him a sultry and seductive smile, narrowing her ruby eyes and cocking a

raven eyebrow as she noted the manner in which he studied her trim form, an unmistakable hunger burning in his

tightly-focused sapphire gaze. The Blood Stone always worked its magic quickly, and she was willing to wager that he was

sporting an impressive erection underneath his hakama, at that moment. "So," she scoffed, pinching the hems of her

yukata in her fingers and parting them wide to expose the pulsing scarlet amber of her Blood Stone to her lover's view,

trailing her smooth fingertips over it and stroking it softly, rhythmically before slinking them up to the gentle hollow of her

collarbone and back down between her firm and ample breasts, stepping closer to her male counterpart with a

carefully-orchestrated and utterly sexy sway of her well-toned hips. "You aren't so depressed as to ignore a beautiful and

half-dressed vixen like myself, are you?"
Seventeen slid his eyes shut and groaned aloud as Kagura touched the Stone, its magical energy manifesting within his

body as intense and growing sexual arousal and a resultant, burgeoning need to press the lovely temptress down, part her

shapely thighs wide, and fill her up all the way to her womb, to bed her hard, please her well, and leave her absolutely

overflowing with his essence. He rolled his hips upward visibly and ground his rapidly-swelling cock against the smooth cloth

of his fundoshi, then shot Kagura a soft, knowing smile as he sat up to meet her. "No," he said, confirming her

assessment with a sigh as he took in the enthralling radiance of her dark and exotic beauty. "My troubles...are many, but I

needn't discard the warmth of the fair sex because of them. You really are quite lovely, and I don't suppose that the Stone

isn't giving me much choice."
Kagura came to stand just before her male prey as he sat upon his fur bed, reaching down to him and stroking his striped

face affectionately, just as she did before their first explosive coupling. This time, though, the male demon accepted her

touch eagerly, nuzzling his cheek into her palm before taking her hand into his own and drawing her down to his level. Almost

trembling with his strengthening potency and the prospect of spending it all directly into Kagura's womb, he reached out to

her pale face and tucked a tendril of her midnight black hair behind her right, pointed ear, slipped his hand behind her head,

curled his fingers around the nape of her neck, and leaned in close to kiss her softly, yet hungrily on her full, ruby lips.
The beautiful demoness responded immediately, scooting closer to Seventeen as their lips touched, wrapping her arms

around him and embracing him fully. She opened her mouth to her lover's gentle entreat and allowed him to slip his tongue

over her own, their soft and highly-agile organs dancing and thrusting back and forth against one another in recreation and

anticipation of the licentious and utterly carnal act that they were about to indulge their needy bodies with. She ended the

highly-enjoyable kiss by suckling on Seventeen's lower lip, drinking her passion's fill from him for a loving moment longer, then

nipped playfully at the tip of his nose before reaching downward between their bodies to fiddle with the tie of of his ink-black

haori.
Seventeen needed no encouragement to begin discarding his clothes, helping Kagura undo his robe's knot and shrugging

the garment away, leaving his trim torso bared for her appreciation. She grinned sexily as she took in the sight of his dark

stripes and raw, male angles, running her silky-soft hands over the broad panes of his strong chest and the distinct, chiseled

ridges of his firm abdomen. She then traced her fingertips over the silky-smooth, jet-black tissues of his body's markings,

admiring the way those daggerlike tattoos contoured to each dip and swell of his ample musculature, each one a silent and

proud declaration to the Musashi plain's most fertile, willing females and to her, most of all, of his body's power and

virility. He was her own personal daiyoukai; she now knew him to be the only one truly worthy of her touch, the only one

worthy of breeding with her, and at that point, she rose up onto her knees and advanced upon him, sliding her palms up to his

shoulders and pressing him back until he lay supine for her on the fur of his bed. The entire internal length of her vagina

beginning to blossom and slicken with sexual excitement and her most feminine entrails tugging at the living roots of her

womb and drawing it gently higher up into her body, just beyond the sexy dip of her taut navel, she lay over her chosen male

and ground her flat belly against his thick member, relishing in his soft groan of approval and the feel of him grinding

back.
Frantically, Seventeen kicked off his boots and began to fumble with the well-tied belt of his hakama, picking at its knot

with one hand and stroking his increasingly-heavy cock through the thick fabric with the other. Kagura solved his problem

completely by simply slicing the canvas strap with a razor-sharp talon, yanking the hakama off of his hips quickly and

effortlessly, leaving him clad only in the white silk of his fundoshi.
The former android's heart was pounding in his chest as he lay nearly nude before his beautiful lover, his thick cock

swollen to full length, throbbing harder than Swedish steel. Sexual adrenaline flowing non-stop in his pulsing blood, he could

feel the mighty living bulb of his prostate trembling deep within him and pumping the hot and viscous proof of his excitement

up the great length of his fully-erect member, readying itself to receive the creamy and highly-virile sperm churning to

swimming life deep inside of him. His two weeks were nearly up, and soon, Kagura's healthy uterine tissues would be fair

game for him to ravish.
And drench.
Kagura smirked heartily at Seventeen's lusty expression and clasped his hips in her hands, hooking her thumbs

underneath the straps of his flimsy undergarment and peering intently at the long, straining bulge that rose from behind it,

the great dampness at its blunt apex, in particular.
Seventeen sighed deeply and slid his eyes shut as Kagura peeled his fundoshi away, revealing the impressive length of

his powerful endowment, inch by potent, masculine inch. His flared tip swollen large and bulbous to a distinct, almost violet

gloss and resting well beyond the hairless dip of his navel, his thick shaft lay heavy, hot, and hard upon his abdomen, pulsing

with the steady rhythm of his heart and an incredible volume of his healthy, oxygen-rich demon blood, risen to full, jutting

readiness and running along his body for more than nine inches. Kagura licked her ruby lips in admiration for his dimensions;

the Blood Stone and the transformation that her venom had wrought upon him had made his already ample human body truly

spectacular, granting him unrivaled reproductive prowess. He was immense, his big, powerful cock designed to plunge

deep into her body and unleash a copious flood of his rich and creamy liquid heat upon the living walls of her open womb,

claiming the very center of her fertility in a glorious rush of his virile male seed and sewing new life inside of it.
Kagura could feel herself growing deep and slick with her desire; the prospect of being taken so deeply, becoming almost

certainly and willingly pregnant by such a stunning and potent male thrilled her indescribably, and thus, she simply

couldn't wait to have him, to feel his male knob pounding against the mouth of her womb, sending her spiralling into climax

and opening her body's fertile depth in the most intimate of ways. She trailed her soft hands along the taut panes of

Seventeen's inner thighs, urging him to part them widely and grant her full access to his large, male organs. The ex-android

tilted his head back against his pillow and groaned out through clenched teeth as his female companion reached up and

closed the slender fingers of her right hand around the great length of his member while cupping his heavy sacs in the palm

of her left, stroking and rolling his impressive sexual apparati slowly and rhythmically. The sorceress marveled at his body,

admiring the weight and magnificent size and proportion of his thick shaft and the spacious volume of his testicles, each one

brimming over into his most precious male anatomy with a wombful of his rich, life-giving cream.
"My," Kagura cooed excitedly, weighing Seventeen's balls and stroking his cock gently, flicking a thumb across the

highly-sensitive underside of his heavy knob and leering with her dark, sultry charm as a glistening dollop of his liquid need

oozed from it and slid down over her fingers and onto his flat, chiseled abdomen. "You really do need a good cum,

don't you?"
Seventeen craned his head downward to gaze heatedly into Kagura's eyes, nodding shakily in agreement. "You and

that damned Blood Stone..." he whispered, trembling at the prospect of pumping his heavy, creamy load forth at very long

last. "I'm so full..."
"Don't worry," Kagura chuckled darkly. "Let me ease the pressure."
The demoness then began pumping Seventeen's full length with steady rhythm, coaxing sultry groans and gentle, male

cries from his lips with every skillful glide of her hand. The male wind demon gripped the soft furs of his bed in tight knots as

she fisted him, the incredible pleasure she wrought upon him rocking him right down into the very core of his prostate. Rich

and creamy sperm began to churn hot deep within his mighty testicles mere heartbeats later, his dire need and intense

excitement feeding endlessly from the pleasure, pressing him ever nearer to the powerful gushes of his climax. He gasped

quietly in delight and opened his sapphire eyes to gaze distantly at the dim stone ceiling above him, for he could feel it

coming, his smooth sacs tensing and drawing up tightly to his body as his cock began to swell hard and huge in Kagura's

hand.
Kagura watched in utter fascination as the bulbous head of Seventeen's cock blossomed larger before her very eyes,

flaring widely in a vain, straining attempt to lock passionately against the mouth of a willing woman's open womb - hers.

She then realized the incredible strength of her cervix - every single fiber of feminine muscle bound therein would have to

stand with absolute steel resolve in defense against such exceptional virility. If even one were to fault, her deepest, most

sacred chamber would be left unprotected, left ripe and vulnerable for the creamy fill of his seed and the gestational rooting

of his children.
His - their - children, their beautiful children, born of their health, boundless fertility, and maybe even their love.

Kagura had lain with Seventeen in his demon state twice already - would she escape pregnancy a third time? Perhaps not,

and perhaps, the demoness mused, contemplating all of Seventeen's convincing qualities, his intelligence, his strength and

his alluring wind demon looks, his curiously human morality and capacity for emotion, and certainly not least his great sexual

potency and his near-constant desire to exercise it upon her body alone, perhaps she didn't want to get away

with it. Perhaps taking his virile cream a little deeper, letting him sink into her welcoming arms and entertain her most primal

urge with his body's full capability, pulse in the rush of his climax whilst immersed in her body's silken, rippling grip for a little

bit longer would be fun.
Kagura stilled her hand at Seventeen's twitching, pulsing hilt to avoid sending him over the edge too soon, choosing to

watch him writhe in his ecstatic agony for a bit more. She could both see and feel his need; all nine-plus inches of his

member pounded with his powerful blood, swollen hard to its most extreme limit, and his transparent liquid heat had begun to

cloud over milky-white with his rebellious semen, his demonic prostate filling to capacity with the creamy stuff and passing it

along his cock in delicious linger with gentle, muscular twitches. The liquid pumping of full-power implosions wouldn't be far

behind.
With that, Seventeen knew that he had arrived at the cusp of his end, the absolute point of no return, watching his pasty

cream slipping thickly from his heavy tip and gleaming like liquid pearl in the candlelight. Kagura exercised total control over

him at that point, her delicate hand closed around his hard cock like a steel dagger pressed to his pounding heart, able to

send him spiralling into devastating orgasm like it could rend his most vital organ asunder and end his life. He loved it so,

and encaptured in his moment of greatest virility, he gazed distantly at his glistening knob, picturing it erupting in a volcanic,

churning gush of his creamy seed, long, milky ropes of it surging forth with each muscular contraction of his most male gland,

shimmering majestically in hot, liquid flight, and coiling their energetic warmth upon his face and chest as he succumbed to

Kagura's touch and embraced his passion.
The mental image of such an intense climax nearly gave corporeal birth to itself, and Seventeen clamped down on his

most secret muscles as hard as he was able, breath coming out in ragged, heavily-restrained gasps as orgasmic chills

reverberated throughout his entire body, prostate fighting his command desperately and pulsing hot and heavy with its final

product, each twitch an oh-so-nearly successful attempt to pump his virile sperm out of his body. In the end, he claimed the

best of both worlds: all of the thrilling sensation and heart-pounding ecstasy that orgasm could provide him, yet none of the

mess that full ejaculation always wrought. The excellent physical control which Seventeen exerted over his body allowed him

to retain every ounce of his seed; he would allow only Kagura the honor of unleashing it.
Seventeen rode out the final waves of his restraint, and gazed down at Kagura once again. "I'm ready," he

hushed. "Make me come."
Kagura grinned wickedly and narrowed her ruby eyes, drawing Seventeen's thick shaft away from his abdomen until it

jutted out almost perpendicular to his body . Slowly, she craned her head downward and inched her face close to its mighty

tip, parting her glossy red lips and flicking out her tongue to lick away the fresh semen that had collected there. Seventeen's

breath hitched in his chest at the feeling of Kagura's smooth and agile tongue coiling and lathing over his bulbous knob, its

warmth and slickness propelling him into another dimension entirely.
Suddenly, Kagura opened her mouth wide and eased her lips downward, drinking Seventeen's powerful cock into her

throat until its thick tip nudged her very gullet, and the ex-android bit back a roaring cry. He threw his head back against his

pillow, his raven tresses dancing around him before surrendering to gravity as he writhed upon his bed from the sensation of

warm, living tissues surrounding his heavy girth and pulling hungrily on every throbbing ridge and pulsing vein, milking him for

his potent essence with the unique, feminine hunger that was Kagura's and Kagura's alone. He quivered in her hold, the

muscular panes of his rear clenched tight and copious sperm churning fast, on the verge of exploding out of him in a violent

rush.
The sultry demoness suckled at Seventeen with gentle tease then pulled away, lifting her throat away from his thick

member and leaving it gleaming with her saliva. She closed a hand around it once more and stroked it lightly, wary of the

handsome wind demon's withering control, pinching his huge, knob-like tip between her thumb and forefinger, smearing their

smooth pads through the clouded fluid that oozed forth from his deepest center almost non-stop.
"Spread your thighs," Kagura commanded, a fiercely erotic secret burning in her mind.
Seventeen nodded and opened himself as widely he was able, attaining a nearly perpendicular angle with his thighs.

Kagura then gave his heavy balls a playful, parting squeeze with her right hand before slinking it lower, drifting it gently over

his sensitive perineum to probe at his rear opening. Immediately, the ex-android realized that Kagura intended to stimulate

him...anally. His sapphire eyes starkened as he closed his legs and shifted his body to sit up, but his female

debaucher-to-be centered her other hand on his warm chest and pressed him back down.
"Trust me," Kagura reassured, stroking his firm pectorals. "You're really going to love this."
The demoness motioned for Seventeen to part his legs once more, and he complied only reluctantly after a few long

moments of contemplation, baring the tightly-sealed orifice of his rectum to her. Promptly, Kagura proceeded to bring the

index and middle fingers of her right hand to her mouth, sucking on them, swirling her tongue over them, and coating them

heavily with her saliva before nibbling off the sharp edges of her nails with her teeth. She then pressed her blunted fingertips

against the clean, pink muscles of Seventeen's rear opening and scissored them gently, beckoning it to dilate and grant her

access.
Seventeen grunted in slight discomfort as Kagura's slick digits penetrated him and probed against his untested inner

walls. He was treading upon uncharted territory with her, but he stayed his tongue and did not protest. After all, he knew

that the Blood Stone's craze notwithstanding, he had buried his cock up her rear and stuffed her to overflowing with

his thick semen not such a long time ago, so he supposed it was only proper that he allowed her to enjoy his body as

well. Soon, his breath hitched as he felt her fingers reach extraordinarily deep within him, slowing significantly in their careful

movements and searching intently for some hidden prize buried deep within his most private flesh.
Kagura swept her fingers out and sank them to their last knuckles inside of Seventeen's body. She closed her eyes and

concentrated hard, curling her digits every so often and pushing their silky pads against thick and powerful muscles, yearning

deeper and deeper with every pounding heartbeat. Suddenly, she passed over a huge, heavy mass cloaked in pulsing flesh

and stilled, opening her blood-red eyes and grinning sexily as she heard Seventeen hiss in abrupt pleasure and saw his face

starken in a sudden jolt of male ecstasy.
They both knew the truth. Kagura had located Seventeen's mighty demonic prostate.
Kagura laughed softly with her sultry charm and stroked the tip of her middle finger against that powerful gland, revelling

in the heat and weight of the substance stirring so potently behind its living walls and Seventeen's deep gasp of resulting

incredulity. "Do you like this, Se-ven-teen?" she whispered sweetly, swirling two fingers over the very core of his virility

and pressing gentle, teasing nudges to it.
Seventeen's knuckles drained bone-white as his fists clamped two tight knots of his pallet's fur in an absolute death-grip

of burgeoning male climax, balls tensing tight, cock swelling up, and bulbous tip flaring large once more, quivering with his

heartbeat on the verge of a massive eruption of white, creamy froth. God - was this how a woman, how

Kagura felt during sex? To feel another living being reaching into her body so deeply and touching her final depth, to

be filled and conquered so intimately and willingly? He groaned aloud, his heart swelling with a flood of uncontrollable

emotion, Kagura's silken fingertips bared against his prostate just like the huge, bulbous tip of his hard cock would soon

press to the mouth of her womb. She owned him completely - she could trigger his end with a flick and a whisper, and it felt

fantastic. He gave himself to the joy this most intense orgasm with all of his heart. He couldn't hold back. He was

coming hard. "God, yes!" he burst, crying out between stark obscenities and deep intakes of

desperately-needed oxygen as the sharp, creamy pressure crested and his deepest male machinations blossomed with

release.
"Good," Kagura approved, stroking Seventeen's center and drawing his cock away from his abdomen and aiming

its dripping tip for the center of his chest, its smooth underside swelling out with the rising, ebbing flow of his cream. "Come,

then. Shoot high and far for me. Give me a show - let me see those pearly ropes fly!"
Seventeen could take no more. Curling his toes, clenching his fists, thrashing his head from side to side, and arching his

back clear off of his bed, he snarled as Kagura began to frig him in earnest, the thick walls of his male core blooming

wide and kissing against her fingertips to snap shut a heartbeat later, driving an enormous gusher of his very best up and out

of his hard cock. His knob swelled with the flood and his creamy spunk burst forth from it in a clearly-audible rush, long,

gleaming white tendrils of it unfurling and leaping out thick and fast almost a full foot with each mighty pulse of his most male

muscles, each one coiling its youthful warmth upon his chest and over his pounding heart, just as he had dreamed. He

gasped breathlessly and bucked his hips with each gushing shot, sensing their heat as they emerged from his center and

streamed up his cock and feeling their size and weight as they struck his flesh, his prostate filling and emptying with a fresh,

swimming load again and again and again, the sheer strength of his orgasm seizing all of his senses and mental facilities to

press him to the edge of what felt to him like pure insanity. As he bucked his hips in wild, frenzied abandon and his heaving

chest grew hot and slick with his thick cream, he awed wide-eyed with crazed and utterly incoherent yowls of demonic male

ecstasy at his body's abilities, his incredible virility, his power to pump so much of his living demon seed so far and so strong.

Only after ten full seconds did the rich torrent of his copious ejaculation ebb, his mind swimming in a potent cocktail of

orgasmic endorphines and sexual adrenaline, a warm, almost goofy smile spreading on his lips as he closed his ice-blue eyes,

sank back onto the furs, and lay perfectly still, breathing through a series of deep, disjointed sighs and basking in the intense

afterglow of the pinnacle that Kagura had provided him.
As she stroked his cock one last time and gave his twitching male center one final, loving nudge, the wind sorceress felt

her deepest inner muscles flutter and surge with a wave of liquid desire at the sight of Seventeen's messy, dripping

aftermath. He was even better than Sesshoumaru! So much healthy, creamy seed and such a long, thick cock with which to

deliver it so deep and so powerfully inside of her - he was a truly spectacular example of his sex, and Kagura knew that

had his beautiful cock been buried within her not a half minute ago, her tight womb would have been absolutely

stuffed, brimming to the very cervix from within with his warmth and cradling the tiny life that would become her very

first son or daughter. She almost climaxed from the thought alone and she studied him intently, watching with predatory,

feminine lust as great, ghostly-white globs of his sperm slipped thickly off of his chest and abdomen to disappear in the

bedding beneath him, every single one of them radiating with great heat, vitality, and potency. She simply couldn't resist a

taste.
Seventeen's powerful demonic constitution and excellent physical condition kept him rock hard and huge, even after such

an intense release, and Kagura leaned in close to his swollen tip, stroking his full length and sucking up the semen that

pulsed from him as a result. She savored its taste and texture carefully; thick, creamy, and ripe with it salty, mineral tang -

delicious. She knew it to be the birthing essence of a new life, of a new wind demon just like her, and she felt her

inner fertility raging for it, responding to its power on a primal and instinctive level. Its purity and mere presence in her body

had her feminine vessel running utterly sopping wet, and she released her left hand from Seventeen's pulsing cock and

slipped it under her yukata to slide it along her flat belly and down to red silk of her loincloth, peeling the wet cloth aside and

dipping two fingers into her dripping slit in a quick tease of her sensitive outer canal before drawing them back to pinch her

swollen clitoris between them. She plucked at it and swirled it from side to side for a short, pleasureful moment, mewling

softly with her rhythm, then brought her hand back up to her pale face, lapping her milky juices off of her fingers before

leaning in close to Seventeen's left pectoral and sealing her ruby lips to it, sucking a large dollop of his sperm into her mouth

and relishing in its flavor, its warmth, and the sensation of it slipping so easily down her throat.
Soon, Kagura found herself devouring Seventeen's creamy froth eagerly and greedily, gathering up an entire mouthful of

it before tilting her head back and downing it all in one effortless gulp. She covered his entire torso with her lips and tongue,

pressing passionate, smacking, slurping kisses to his heart, chest, and abs, licking his slickened flesh completely clean

quickly and hungrily. Finally, she glanced up at her resting lover's face, the peace, the pleasure, and the utter gratitude

displayed so plainly and honestly upon it, then licked her ruby lips audibly and deliciously with a sensual bat of her glistening,

sperm-coated tongue to raise herself up onto all fours and prowl over his relaxed body, gazing down at him with an odd, stoic

affection.
Seventeen felt absolutely weightless, his heart thundering in his tapered ears as he drifted along in the dizzy, dreamlike

throes of orgasm's natural high. His prostate contracting in an ebbing pulse every now and then, his chest rose and fell

steadily with every life-giving breath he drew into his lungs, his entire body flooded with a strange, soothing warmth.

"Ka...gura," he whispered at last, his voice soft and shaky as he recited her name in utter worship of her. "Thank

you."
The male wind demon opened his eyes to see Kagura looming over him, her blood-red eyes burning with her lust. She

cupped his face in her hands lovingly as she relaxed her lower jaw and parted her ruby lips wide, giving him a glimpse of the

huge volume of rich and creamy sperm she had collected from him, batting the milky froth around her mouth with practiced

flicks of her tongue. It was a most carnal offering, and Seventeen accepted it with a low, throaty growl, tilting his head back

as Kagura leaned in and kissed him deeply, her creamy treat pouring forth in a copious flood.
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The Ark	By : Dunkelgelb Category: InuYasha > General Views: 2034 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The Ark