The 200 Words Of Sesshy/Miroku Smut Series

The monk froze. Now he had done it. He would surely die now. Waiting the final pain to come he waited on the ground.

But his admission seemed to have excited the demon lord. For he felt the hardness fill him again, even though he was still slick from just moments before. Maybe now the youkai lord thought he had him under his absolute control.

Being the lecher he was, he leaned back and enjoyed the attention. This time was brutal, the second round after his admission even more so. It excited him. Being ground into the forest floor he pondered why he had said those three words. Soon lust clouded his brain and coherent thought fled him.

There was only him and the exquisite creature looming over him, pounding into him. He screamed his silver-haired lover's name to the stars.

Panting, moaning and writhing, he lay on the ground, his body as if on fire from the mixed sensations of intense pleasure and pain. The other owned him, filled his heart and made his body something that wasn't his anymore. No one else could have made him feel this way.

It was decadent. Indecent. Debauched. It was paradise.