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Chapter Four
By OriginalSinner
Disclaimer:
I do not own the concept of Inuyasha.
I do however own the smut contained in this story. *hehehehe*
~_^ Enjoy the lemon boys
and girls…..
Sango screamed in terror around the huge, clawed hand that covered her mouth as
her body came crashing down painfully and unexpectedly to the ground beneath
her. Her body fought against the hard, steely frame that had her pinned face
down into the musty, dew dampened earth.
Her Hiraikotsu pushed uncomfortably against her stomach and her right
hand screamed for release as the weight of the body on top of her crushed it at
an unnatural angle into the handle of her boomerang.
Sesshoumaru struggled for control as he felt the small, soft, sweet-smelling
female underneath him struggle for freedom, bucking violently in the attempt to
throw him off. Being unable to control her fears anymore after being thrown to
the ground with such disregard and feeling a long, hard cylindrical object
being pushed painfully into the small of her back, Sango began to panic, tears
threatening to spill from her shocked, almond shaped eyes. Sesshoumaru lapped up the scent of her terror
that encased the frightened girl’s aura and radiated off of her in waves. No.
He would not hurt her, but he decided to savour the taste of her fear a little
longer, and have a little fun with her in the process.
“Your struggle is futile taijiya. Cease and desist before I really lose
control...”
The ominous words feathered hotly against the
smooth plane of Sango’s cheek as she brought her teeth down hard against the
large hand in front of her mouth, biting with all her might in the futile
attempt to dislodge it. Sesshoumaru’s statement was more a warning than a
suggestion, and she found herself inwardly cringing at his words. Her body
involuntarily shuddered in uncontrolled horror, making Sesshoumaru’s hardened
length twitch against her back in sadistic delight.
The demon lord Sesshoumaru had her pinned to the forest floor and she had not
one idea of what she was going to do. Nor did she have a clue of what it was
that he wanted with her. Her mind told her the obvious conclusion but she
somehow could not bring herself to believe it.
Surely he wasn’t going to rape her was he? Kill her? As much as her instinct demanded she fight against the
inu demon trapping her so indignantly, the ‘logical’ cogs in her panic-stricken
mind kicked into gear, forcing her to think of the training she received as a
child.
‘Inu youkai, inu youkai,’ she chanted in her
mind trying to recollect what to do in such a situation. She could feel his
very obvious arousal bearing down on her toosh. Yep, it seemed that she was right on the money when she assumed
he had wanted to have ‘sexual relations’ with her, for the want of a
better word. But for what reason he
would want her, she couldn’t understand… but at that moment, right then
and there, she figured she didn’t really have the time too even try to work
that one out. She would have to put it
on hold for later. At present she had
to think quick if she didn’t want the situation to turn really ugly, real
quick. Within an instant she recalled
that in such a situation it would be not only practical but advisable that she
should go limp under his hold and submit to him if she didn’t want the inu lord
clamping on to the base of her neck with his fangs and forcing her to submit as
though she were some unruly bitch to be disciplined into accepting what was to
come.
‘Ohh gods, just what the hell is going to come?” she
wondered as she concentrated on focusing her thoughts and calming her erratic
breathing. She was sure the inhabitants
of the whole damned forest could hear the deafening thump of her heart,
currently beating 1000 beats a minute or thereabouts.
The thought of having sex for the first time was both
exciting and daunting to Sango at the best of times, and that thought generally
only made an appearance when she indulged in her fantasies where she would be
making love with the hentai monk she had allowed herself to become enamored
with. But she didn’t even know
Sesshoumaru. Had never even
contemplated the thought. Ok… so maybe
she had allowed her mind to wander as her eyes usually did whenever he was
within the vicinity of her being able to get away with a bit of a perv. Demon or not, she had to admit the guy had an elegant sophistication about him... ok... yes, so she thought he was hot, not that she'd ever admit it, even under pain of death. But even so, her thoughts usually were
limited to wondering how big his manly bits would be considering the guy had
extraordinarily large hands… Something that had piqued her interest since Kagome had shared with her that interesting piece of trivia that you could tell how big a man's package was according to the size of his hands. Nonetheless, as handsome as she found the great
lord of the western lands, she certainly had never dreamed about making love to
him… let alone to have her innocence ripped away from her at the psycho puppy’s
whim just because he felt like getting his rocks off on the first thing that
came his way.
Sango pondered. Oh Gods...Perhaps he really was
really watching her and Kagome. Perhaps she had brought this on herself.
Perhaps he was going to rape her because he thought she was teasing him in some
way.
‘Whatever god is out there listening at the
moment please help me!’ she pleaded in her mind.
Sango, being an intelligent girl, decided to
listen to what the inu lord had said, and stop her struggling. Perhaps he would
release his hold on her and she could somehow incapacitate him long enough to
give her the opportunity to outrun him. She screwed up her face and scoffed at
the stupidity of her thoughts. Yeah right. And she’d have just as much of a
chance of asking him to stop picking on Inuyasha and kiss and make up. She was
fucked. Or about to be anyway she mused.
Sesshoumaru smirked triumphantly as the female underneath him went limp in his
grip.
“That’s better little one; it seems I will not have to hurt you after all.”
Sango gulped audibly as she tried to steady herself before she continued.
“Please…what do you want with me Sesshoumaru-sama…I
don’t understand, what has this taijiya done to offend you?” she asked, her
voice cracking with her anxiety.
Sesshoumaru smiled cheekily into the side of her face, so close that Sango’s
skin tingled at the warmth emanating from his breath as his smooth, baritone voice
attempted to soothe her fears.
“You have done nothing to offend this
Sesshoumaru. Quite the contrary young taijiya. Do not be afraid. I have no
intention of hurting you,” he purred ever so close to her ear that she could
almost feel his lips against her.
Being so close to the little female and
feeling her trembling form beneath him from the thoughts of all the terrible
things he was sure she was thinking he might do to her, had him feeling an odd
sense of guilt. He knew he didn’t want to hurt her physically, but it was only
at the point that she spoke her polite request did he realize that he wasn’t
going to have as much fun playing with the woman’s emotions as he had thought
he would. The use of the honorific title that she attached to his name somehow
subdued the beast within him, reminding him that he was a cultured, honourable
ruler. Not some sort of fiend to take pleasure out of such a small, weak
woman’s humiliation and fear. Sesshoumaru leaned in so close that his lips
brushed lightly against her cheekbone.
‘…So soft…’ was the first thought to pop into
Sango's addled mind as another shiver shook her small frame. But this time she found herself shivering
not from fear, but genuine excitement.
‘Kami, what is happening to me? First Kagome
and now Sesshoumaru?’ she wondered, perplexed that her hormones should choose
such a detrimental moment to begin raging uncontrollably.
The hand covering most of Sango’s face slowly slid across her mouth, Sesshoumaru’s
index finger taking the time to trace the outline of her soft, full lips as he
once again teasingly brushed his mouth over her silky flesh.
“You’re perfect you know,” he whispered, his smooth, deep voice caressing her
as his words wrapped around her mind, numbing her to the intensity of the
situation. Sango tried to suppress
another delicious shudder in response to his seductive compliment, to no avail.
“W-why are you doing this t-to me?” Sango stuttered as she felt him take small
intakes of breath around her hair and neck. If she didn’t know any better, and
she wasn’t at all sure that she did, she could have sworn he was sniffing
her.
“Do you know how long you have teased my senses little one? How often I have
longed to touch your soft, cherry-red lips?” his finger delicately parted her
lips as he spoke his seductive words, softly brushing his forefinger along
their smooth contours, delicately teasing their pouty fullness with the tips of
his claw.
“… And how long I’ve waited to feel the
silkiness of your hair?” he stated wistfully as if he was seemingly taken to
another dimension in his actions, finally being able to touch the things that
had kept him mesmerized from a distance for so long. The statuesque demon gently brushed his cheek against her
semi-dry raven locks, inhaling deeply of the fruity scent that he had come
accustomed to identifying with her.
“…How many times I have fantasized of having
you in this very vulnerable…enticing…position?” he breathed, trailing small, delicate
kisses with each exaggerated pause of his question, along the rapidly pulsing
jugular in her slender neck.
Sango once again felt that all too familiar heat forming in between her legs.
Her skin erupted in tiny goose bumps from the not-so-unpleasant friction of the
great lord grinding his arousal into her soft backside. Was she dreaming? Had
she fallen over an exposed tree root somewhere along the way only to be
rendered unconscious and in her state of unconsciousness was fantasizing that
the incredibly sexy great lord of the western land was tempting her with such
an alluring seduction. As she started to become convinced that this was the
case, an incredible pain shot up her arm, her right hand now painfully numb
from the awkward position in which it lay.
Sango squirmed uncomfortably, trying to take the pressure off her sore hand.
Sesshoumaru, noticed her wriggling around, trying to free her arm from under
her. He could detect the scent of painful unease in the air.
‘Don’t tell me I’ve damaged the woman
already? I haven’t even begun to play
with her …’ he sighed internally, frowning slightly at seeing her face wince momentarily at the pain he had obviously caused her by tackling her to the ground the way he had.
“I will let you go taijiya if you promise me that you will not flee. You will
not try to escape from me will you?”
Sango contemplated with amusement how funny it
was when Sesshoumaru talked. Funny in the sense that he commanded attention.
His statements were always clipped. His questions were nothing more than mere
statements. She had always found his arrogance amusing she reflected, as she
allowed the message of his statement to sink in.
“N-no Sesshoumaru-sama – I will not try to run” she replied, shyly nodding her
head in agreement.
Satisfied that he could not detect a lie in her understanding of his terms,
Sesshoumaru released Sango from beneath him and knelt beside the attractive
young woman. The taijiya, careful not to make any sudden moves so as to aggravate the
inu lord in any way, rolled to her side and gingerly looked up at her captor,
unable to hold contact with his piercing gaze. She timidly looked away and
focused her attention on her sore wrist, grimacing when she flexed it. It was
sore, but at least it wasn’t broken or sprained.
Sesshoumaru closed the distance between them and took her aching hand in his own.
He marveled at how tiny it was in comparison to his own. He had expected it to be rough and calloused
as he had seen her in battle and had heard of her reputation along the
way. A human warrior’s hands were
usually always marred and calloused.
But not Sango’s. They were
supple and soft; despite the hard working out she gave them on a regular
basis. The woman obviously took care of
herself, he thought as he raised his smoldering gaze to her pretty face to
gauge her response to his actions. She
looked up at him and gasped in disbelief that the great lord of the western
lands was devouring her whole with his hungry gaze. Unconsciously, Sango slowly shook her head in wonderment as she watched
him bring her hand up closer to his face and continue to intently study her
palm, holding it in his massive hand as if it were a piece of the most fragile china. She marveled at his actions when he then
turned it over so he could inspect the other side and then her wrist. Sango was
too stunned for words to ask what he was doing but couldn’t help letting a
small moan slip from the back of her throat when he brought her hand up to his
perfectly shaped mouth and caressed it with his warm lips, not once taking his
now red-rimmed, molten copper eyes away from her own. Her jaw dropped;
automatically parting her lips as her long, dark lashes blinked repeatedly in shock
at such a tender gesture of consolation from the cold, ice prince.
‘Although he’s not cold at all…’ thought
Sango, ‘he’s so very, very hot…’
Before she had a chance to think anything
other than how wonderful Sesshoumaru’s lips felt against her skin, she found
herself face to face with the demon lord. His hand entangled in her thick, soft
hair, pulling her in to his incredibly handsome face. Stopping a mere hairs
breadth away from her parted mouth, Sesshoumaru leaned his head against her
forehead and purred enticingly, “I want to be the one to show you
how good it feels to be touched by a ‘boy’. I want to be the one
to show you just what it is like to make love. Would you reject this
Sesshoumaru?”
He leaned back just far enough for Sango to
see the undeniable lust deep within his seductive, honey coloured eyes. Sango
had never seen such complete desire in all her life as what she saw in the
depths of Sesshoumaru’s beautiful amber pools. Never in her life had she felt
so wanted. For the first time ever, Sango felt as though she was the most
desirable woman on the face of the earth.
Her breaths were coming in short, shaky pants.
Just being held in his hot and hungry gaze made a rush of moisture pool inside
her womanhood. She could feel herself grow wetter with each breath and she felt
as if she would fall into his beautiful eyes and drown if she were to maintain eyecontact with the inu prince any longer.
“N-no. This taijiya will not reject you” she responded breathlessly, realizing that she may as well have just signed away her sould to the devil at the same instant.
Sesshoumaru’s eyes lit up with unrestrained passion as the corners of his mouth
turned upwards in an alluring smile. Time seemed to slow to a standstill as Sango took in the sight of the magnificent creature before her and try as she might, she couldn’t
remember when she had ever seen anything more beautiful.
Taking a moment to commit to memory the
tantalising vision before him of the small huntress dizzy with desire,
Sesshoumaru leaned in and captured Sango’s lips with his own, nibbling her top
lip teasingly with his teeth, grazing her ever so gently with his fangs. Sango
closed her eyes and moaned with acceptance as Sesshoumaru’s smooth, warm lips
slanted over hers in a possessive, passion filled kiss. He smirked with male
pride as he ravished Sango’s mouth. He was the first man to ever claim her
perfect, angel-winged lips. Sliding his tongue across her lower lip, demanding
entrance to the sweet delights promised inside, he moaned when he was met by an uncertain caress of
her own tongue as she shyly took the initiative to explore his mouth as well.
His whole body tingled with pleasure when he felt her smooth muscle lick gently
along his own. Breaking the kiss momentarily, Sesshoumaru’s eyes glinted
wickedly, his mouth grinning sexily as he observed the passion filled gaze of
the young girl slip from her features as she stared back at him, eye’s wide
open in uncertainty at the abrupt loss of contact. Sango brought her forefinger
up to her bottom lip and looked up at Sesshoumaru with a concerned look on her
face.
“Did I do something wrong?” she asked quietly, suddenly becoming very
self-conscious. Wasn’t this right? Isn’t this the way she and Kagome kissed
that very afternoon? Kagome seemed to have liked it. And she was sure
Sesshoumaru had like it too. He just moaned in pleasure didn’t he? Then why did
he stop?
Sesshoumaru grinned cheekily as he watched the different emotions play across
Sango’s face as her blush began to rise.
“No little one. You didn’t do anything wrong.” He assured her as his eyes
strayed back and forth from her eyes to her wet, swollen lips and he couldn’t
help but wonder if another pair of lips on her body was as wet and swollen with
pleasure as the pretty ones on her face. He raised an elegantly arched eyebrow
at his mischievous thought and reclaimed the young woman’s mouth with his own
once again, this time forcing his entry into her mouth in a frenzied attempt to
consume everything she had to offer him and more. She tasted so sweet and he could
not wait to taste more of her.
As Sesshoumaru deepened their kiss he pulled Sango onto his lap so she didn’t
have to crane her neck in order to kiss him. Sango repositioned herself so she
straddled his thighs and was met with a very hard bulge pressing straight into
her core. She moaned with want and the exquisite sensation it caused, her
eyes flying open when she felt Sesshoumaru grab her bottom and push his arousal
right into her secret place. The sensation it caused was just delicious and Sango moaned again before she could stop herself.
Only then did she realize that Sesshoumaru had once again pulled away from their kiss and was
looking at her like she was about to become a main course on the menu. She
couldn’t help but shudder under his hot, hungry gaze.
“You like that?” he started.
“Like what?” she breathed huskily, unsure of what the demon lord was talking about and why on earth he was even bothering talking for in the first place. “...The way you kiss me?” she inquired timidly.
Sesshoumaru grinned a sexy lopsided smile and shook his head. “No little one.
I’m talking about how much you like it when I crush your hot little pussy up
against my cock”.
The enticing inu lord chuckled as he watched Sango’s facial
expressions turn from heated, to mortified to deeply embarrassed crimson in a
split second. He leaned into the pulse point at the junction of the young
taijiya’s neck and shoulder, kissing and licking the delicate skin and chuckled
seductively once again when he heard the small, shocked but deeply aroused
intake of Sango’s breath when he once again ground her core into his raging
hard on.
“Don’t deny it woman. You like it don’t you?”
The great demon lord continued his path with his tongue, lips and teeth across
Sango’s collarbone and smiled wickedly into her flesh as he heard her utter a
shy, but shaken response.
“Hai Sesshoumaru. I-I do.”
“Then show me how much you like it. Rub that sweet little pussy of yours up
against me Sango-chan. I want you to make yourself really hot and wet for me…
Can you do that for me girl?”
Sango felt a flood of heat embrace her entire body. Her womanhood throbbed with
want and she moaned deeply at the naughtiness of his words. He was talking so
dirty and she loved it! ‘Maybe Miroku has rubbed off on me – oh gods – I’m
becoming a pervert!’ she thought in horror. But her rational thoughts sounded
as though they were coming from another world away as she rested her small
hands upon his broad shoulders and pressed her womanhood against the hardness
underneath her. She looked into his eyes, uncertain if she should really be
taking so much pleasure in the lap of the lethal youkai lord. He nodded at her to
continue and withdrew a sharp intake of breath when her eyes slid closed, her
head tilted back slightly exposing the smooth column of her neck and her teeth
worried her bottom lip in the attempt to hide her embarrassment for grinding
her womanhood against him, bringing her such mind-blowing pleasure.
Sesshoumaru could smell her arousal grow thick in the air around them. He
closed his eyes and groaned in pleasure as the small female humped against his
aching erection. His hands found themselves moving over her body, exploring her
sweet curves. He gently grazed over her breasts, brushing the fabric of her
kimono against her tight nipples and his mouth watered at the sensation. With a
flick of his claws, her obi fell into a heap beside them making Sango gasp in
horror, her kimono flopping lazily apart to reveal a portion of her deliciously
well-rounded breasts. He ripped the fabric open exposing her perfect mounds to his hungry eyes, mesmerized by the way they jiggled
gently to her leisurely rhythm she had set of rubbing herself into his hot,
hard cock. Sesshoumaru released her tight, rounded butt to reach up and cup her
breasts. He squeezed them gently as he took a moment to watch as they moved around
invitingly, tempting him to taste them. Greedily he plunged one pert, pink
nipple into the warmth of his mouth eliciting a small, pleasurable cry from
Sango in the process.
The girl in his lap panted heatedly as Sesshoumaru laved his tongue around her
nipple, licking, sucking then gently chewing on the small bud until it ached
with pleasure. He leaned back and admired his handy work, blowing on the now
red, blood-filled nub, whilst rolling the other between his thumb and
forefinger. Sango’s womanhood was now so wet Sesshoumaru could feel her juices
beginning to dampen the fabric of his hakama. He groaned at the sweet sensation
caused by her rocking and rubbing against his painfully stiff member and he
ached to feel her wet warmth surrounding him, rubbing against him the way she
was now. The demon lord, happy with the attention he had paid to her right
nipple, now went to work on her neglected left breast earning another mewl from
the extremely horny taijiya in his lap.
“Mmmm…. Sesshoumaru…why are you doing this to me?” she panted brokenly.
Sesshoumaru growled. He wanted this woman so badly. But he wouldn’t take her
just yet. He promised he would show her what it was like to be touched by a
‘boy’, but he intended to show her what it was like to be seduced by a man. A
lesson he hoped she would never forget.
“Get up,” he ordered, as he grabbed her wrists and removed her off his lap.
“This Sesshoumaru wishes to see you undress.”
Sango was beyond reason at the moment, but a small voice cried within her that
if she removed her clothing, she would be truly at his mercy. There would be no
going back. The throbbing in between her legs was aching to be released and she
knelt in front of the most handsome man she could honestly say she had ever
seen, who was more than willing to help her alleviate her tension. Sango paused
for a moment and looked up into the demon lord’s face. He looked at her with
such want that she felt her hands move to the opening of her kimono before her
thoughts could react. Sesshoumaru watched as the kimono slid off her shoulders
and down her body as it fluttered in the breeze to land in a heap at her knees.
Sango knelt in front of him in all her glory, completely naked to his ravenous
eyes. She felt that his gaze could devour her whole. Suddenly
self-consciousness crept into Sango’s mind and she raised her arms to cover
herself, her right hand reaching up to cover the ugly silvery scar above her
breast. The one given to her by Kohaku’s sickle. Sesshoumaru’s hand shot out
and grabbed hers away. Looking down upon her he stated, “You will not hide
yourself from me again do you understand me?” His voice demanding, forceful.
Sango looked up to smoldering eyes and dropped her arms to her side as he ran
his gaze up and over her body, committing every curve and contour to memory.
“You are beyond beautiful do you hear woman, there is no need to be ashamed of
something so alluring…so perfect…” Sango melted at his appraisal of her body
and blushed prettily at the compliment.
Sesshoumaru leaned back into the tree behind him letting it support his weight.
Sango’s eyes nearly popped out of her head when she watched him disrobe his
upper body, never once taking his eyes off her.
“Spread your legs open Sango-chan” his deep velvety voice ordered as she
watched with shock as his right hand glided down his perfectly sculptured abs
to stroke his unnaturally large erection through his pants.
“I-I beg your pardon,” she asked, unsure if she had heard him correct.
He tilted his head to the side, appraising her body. He licked his lips when
his eyes fell upon her womanhood. It was unlike most he had ever seen. A trim
strip of soft hair much like his brother’s bitches was all to be seen.
Different but he liked it. A lot.
“I said open your legs.”
This time Sango gulped audibly. She looked at Sesshoumaru as if he had just
sprouted wings, but did as he requested. She could feel her face burn hot with
embarrassment as she watched the lord through her lowered lashes; stroke
himself as he looked at her womanhood. She was so wet now she could fee her
juices dripping down to coat the outer lips of her pussy, slowly trickling down
the inside of her thighs.
“Wider…” he demanded, studying her womanly treasures intently.
Sango opened her legs as wide as she could,
feeling more than a little self-conscious under the handsome mans penetrating
gaze. But her body burned with desire
at being ordered to do such intimate things. She felt so naughty and in turn
that fuelled her desires a hundred fold.
“I bet you taste glorious woman… your pussy
would taste even sweeter than it looks.
You’re a virgin aren’t you Sango.
I can smell your innocence you know?
I bet that makes it hard for you… I can see how much you want to be
touched. I know how much you
want to be touched.” Sesshoumaru chuckled invitingly, stunning Sango in the
process.
“How did it feel to have another woman stroke
your pussy pretty girl? Did you like
the way her fingers teased your clit?
You know every time I have seen you I have been able to detect the scent
of your arousal. How do you alleviate
your sexual tension woman? Do you touch
yourself? Do you rub that pretty little
pussy of yours until you get all wet?
Do you come all over your fingers?
What makes you come Sango? When
you tease your clit? Or do you like to
push your fingers deep into that hot little body of yours?” the sultry demon
teased. Sango felt she would
spontaneously combust from the heat generated from her desire at his cheeky banter.
Sesshoumaru watched in satisfaction as her honey dripped from her hot little
flower and onto the ground below her. He could see the taijiya squirm with
embarrassment but the smell of her arousal was intensifying to incredible new
heights. She was enjoying this as much as he was. He could see her little pink
clit swollen and erect, poking out past her glistening lips and he groaned as
he loosened his pants and took his long, thick cock out and pumped it in his
hand.
“Oh my goodness!” Sango gasped and blinked repeatedly in utter shock at the
sight of the handsome Lord pleasuring himself in front of her. It was the first
time she had ever seen a mans erect penis and she was reeling at the massive
size of the dog demon.
‘Surely he doesn’t want to stick that thing
inside of me does he?’ she dreaded, yet for some crazy reason, she couldn’t get
her body to agree with the flight or fight mechanism that her brain was trying
to achieve… the nerve impulses not quite making it to her legs as her mouth
watered at the delicious scene in front of her.
“What’s wrong Sango-chan?” Sesshoumaru purred, sheer male pride being masked by
his innocent tone.
“It’s just that I – I’ve never seen…uhm…oh gods…you’re not going to…put that…”
Sesshoumaru chuckled lightly once again. Something that Sango thought him to be
incapable of doing, but found it to sound like music to her ears.
“No little one. Not just yet. Not until you are ready to take me” he smirked
that sexy lopsided grin that made her stomach do flip-flops.
She swallowed again. She wasn’t particularly sure she’d ever be ready to take
what he obviously expected her to. Her breathing quickened at the hypnotic
sight of him touching himself so provocatively.
“I know how much you want to be touched… touch yourself Sango-chan. For me. I want to see you pleasure yourself.
I know your pussy is just aching for release. Show me how you like to do it
little one.”
“B-but, I thought you said that you would show me,” she pouted with
disappointed. She couldn’t believe just how much like a spoilt child she
sounded.
“And I will little one, but for now I want to see you touch
yourself. I want to know how you get
yourself off. Fuck yourself for me
Sango.”
Sango moaned once again at his dirty words and felt more of her wetness drip
from her womanhood. She became transfixed with the way Sesshoumaru was fisting
his cock and couldn’t help but bring her right hand up between her thighs to
comply with his request.
The sexy dog demon watched in awe as Sango ran
her forefinger up and down her dripping slit and pumped his cock harder when
her thumb and forefinger began plucking at her swollen, wet clit. Sango mewled
with pleasure as she took her nipples together in her other hand and plucked at
them both relentlessly, her other fingers furiously rubbing her agonizingly
aroused pearl. She panted with need as she felt the familiar tightening in her
lower stomach begin to spread down into her core.
“S-Sesshoumaru…!” she yelped as her legs began to shake.
“Come here little bitch. Bring that hot, sweet little pussy over here.”
“Sesshoumaru!! I can’t…I’m so close…” she panted heatedly as she rubbed herself
furiously.
“Now bitch!” Sesshoumaru’s eyes bled over as Sango continued to ignore him, too
lost in her pleasure to even care that she was defying the cold-blooded killer
in front of her.
“Please let me come!!!” she wailed as the first tendrils of pleasure tickled
and teased her senses.
“You will heel to me or face the consequences!” snarled the inu lord, and
before she knew it Sango was pounced upon by a blur of white, effectively
knocking the wind from her senses…
Well, I've patched up some spelling errors and have read through the story a
couple of times and I'm unsure if I've let the smut metre go off the scale. I
personally think it's fine, but my inspiration can't believe that I kiss my
mother with this mouth. Tee-hee. What do you think? Tame it down? Smut it up?
Keep it as it is?
The next chapter will go up according to the general consensus. How hot do we
want to go guys?
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