What Now? | By : OriginalSinner Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female > Sessh?maru/Sango > Sessh?maru/Sango Views: 16450 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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A fine sheen of perspiration coated her lush, perfectly sculptured body, and her cheeks bore a healthy flush of pink as the steam rose up from the spring, enveloping her and her bathing companion in its vapours, creating an almost ethereal effect upon the two bathing females. They looked like a pair of water nymphs as they splashed and giggled in the heated water.
He held no real interest in the other female other than the fact that she annoyed him to no end. She was his brothers’ bitch. From the younger woman’s scent he could tell that his idiot brother had finally scrapped the idea of saving the pathetic shell of a miko that went by the name Kikyo. The one he had humiliated himself with by declaring his affections to many years prior, only to have been bound to a tree for 50 odd years by none other than an arrow belonging to his so-called ‘beloved’s’ quiver. Yes, there was no doubt about, he thought as he inhaled deeply. He had taken the strange woman that frolicked before him with the exterminator, and made her his mate. What was the annoying females’ name again? Ka-go-me? Mmmm. That was it. Kagome was young, loud and tempestuous, but he could not deny that she was pretty in her own right. However her beauty could in no way be held in comparison to the beautiful taijiya at her side. Where his brothers’ bitch was of a slim, almost thin physique; the taijiya was more curvaceous, although sporting an uncommonly lithe, athletic build. This once again alienated her from the rounded, soft looking ladies of court, whom he found himself categorising the young bounty hunter with. Her hips were broader, her breasts fuller, more rounded; her limbs deliciously shaped with long, lean, strong muscles. She was a vision of perfection; comparable to any demoness should one wish to make comparison.
Sesshoumaru breathed in a deep steadying breath as his eyes lingered appreciatively upon her womanly curves, admiring every inch of the beauty before him. But it was the conversation that had ensued between the females since he had taken his place on a sturdy branch in the tree behind them, that had his thick, youkai member straining uncomfortably against the fabric of his pants.
“Sango-chan, what is it?” asked the younger of the two girls as she noticed her companion throwing confused glances around at the lush, mist-laced foliage of their immediate environment . “Do you sense something?”
“Hai. I do…” the other girl whispered in response, “though I’m not sure what. I feel as though there is someone watching us but I cannot sense a presence so to speak…it’s weird….:” she trailed off, sparkling, chocolate coloured eyes narrowing in concentration as she focused on their dusk-darkened surroundings.
“Is it a youkai? I don’t sense any shards…” Kagome whispered cautiously, clenching her hands together between her breasts, covering them with her forearms in the process as she attempted to hide her attributes the best she could. She watched her best friend do the same in order to retain their modesty if in fact they were being watched.
“I-I’m not sure” replied Sango.
Sesshoumaru sucked in his breath, as if his very exhale would give away his position above them. His cheeks rushed with colour as they heated with sudden embarrassment at such a ludicrous notion. He chuckled inwardly, snorting in disbelief of his actions, as the flush of annoying heat teasing the skin beneath his collar, dissipated. Preposterous! As if the taijiya’s hearing could be that acute. He raised a subtly arched eyebrow in consideration. But still, she had managed to sense his presence, even if she was unsure of herself as to whether or not she truly sensed anything at all. He had after all taken every precaution in masking his youki so that the group would not be able to detect his close proximity and he made sure to always stand down wind of his brother so the half-breed could not catch his scent on the breeze.
‘Impressive, little one’, he mused as he reflected upon the taijiya and her obvious perceptiveness. His youkai smirked in approval, causing his lip to twitch involuntarily in agitation, sighing in disgust yet again as his internal battle raged on. At this rate the angel beneath him would have him turn into a raving schizophrenic if he didn’t pull his shit together.
Yes, she was definitely an enigma, going against the grain of everything he had come to believe in of the stereotypical human. He allowed himself a silent scoff. She would not be able to detect him. As perceptive as she may be, all she would be sensing would be that akin to a trail gone cold. He exhaled, the corners of his perfectly shaped lips pulling up ever so slightly in retrospect. He was truly becoming a hentai. Like a hormonally imbalanced pubescent pup. Sesshoumaru snorted at his abnormal behaviour once again. Getting all hot and bothered over a human female. Good gods, what was becoming of him!?
“I can not sense any youki here or any other ki for that matter. I guess a youkai must have passed by here in its travels not long ago, it must be a fading ki signature of either a youkai or holy person…strange….”
Sesshoumaru allowed a smug smirk to embrace his usually void, emotionless features. Yes, perceptive but predictable.
“Funny though, I could swear there was someone else here. Like we were being watched or something.” She continued.
Kagome squeaked and lowered her upper body into the steaming pool until the warm water covered the tops of her breasts.
“That’s not funny Sango-chan! That’s just damn creepy!” She whispered harshly, fear tainting her hushed attempt to speak as quietly as possible just in case there was some hentai pervert lurking around in the growing shadows.
“I’m not trying to be funny Kagome-chan. There’s no need to be fearful. Like I said, I can’t sense anyone or anything so to speak. It’s just a weird feeling is all. I didn’t mean to scare you or anything. Besides, if there was someone lurking nearby Inuyasha would have sensed them way before I could, and you know that there is no way in hell that he would allow anyone to peep on us, let alone leave us so vulnerable at the mercy of some hentai youkai or bandit or something” she assured the visibly wary girl.
A small, nervous smile turned up the corner of Kagome’s mouth as she once again looked to and fro at her surroundings in the attempt to justify the common sense words Sango had just spoken.
“Of course! I’m sorry Sango-chan, you’re right. Inuyasha wouldn’t leave us here if there was someone lurking around” she started as she relaxed in the water.
Sango relaxed too, bobbing down to assume Kagome’s kneeling position in the steamy water so that all Sesshoumaru could see was the tops of her smooth breasts, barely making out the dusty pink of her nipples below the water line.
“I’m just a bit on edge I guess…” declared Sango. “We haven’t had much action lately. You know how it is. I get a bit twitchy in times like these. Usually when we have a lull in exterminating rogue youkai, is when something sinister brews” she stated, her eyes darting around one last time until she visibly relaxed her shoulders. The perplexed taijiya exhaled her concerns, closed her eyes and withdrew a deep breath of the steamy vapours.
“Yeah I know what you mean. I’ve been able to fit in quite a bit of study since it’s been so quite and with end-of-year exams coming up next week, there’s bound to be something nasty happen to muck things up” Kagome smiled at the peaceful expression on her friends face as she finally, fully relaxed, tossing all her obvious worries aside, watching her sink further back into the water whilst smiling peacefully up at the sky.
“Hey, I almost forgot…”continued Kagome as she made her way to the side of the hot spring to her little pack that she carried her toiletries in. Disturbing the water on her way, the taijiya opened her eyes in interest to see what the younger girl was up to.
“Here, I brought this back for you” she reached into her bag and pulled out an ornate bottle full of a resinous looking liquid and a pink loofah.
“Oh thank you Kagome-chan, you know how much I love your soaps and things. I’m just about out of that lovely chocolate mint soap you gave me. What is this?” she asked as she took the bottle from her friend and sniffed the contents. “It smells heavenly.” She said.
As soon as Sango uncapped the lid of the strange looking bottle a subtle, divinely sensual scent ascended with the steam of the spring to tease the senses of the already highly stimulated inu taiyoukai hidden in the branches.
“It’s a body wash. It’s like liquid soap with essential oils in it. Isn’t it just delicious? It’s a blend of neroli, orange and patchouli oils.”
“Oh Kagome-chan! How exotic! This must have cost you a fortune!”
“Oh no…” said Kagome waiving her hands in front of her in a humble gesture, “I know that plant oils and extracts are very rare and expensive here, but back home they are easily available and therefore aren’t as expensive as they are here.”
“Oh thank you Kagome-chan! Thank-you so much! I love it.” Cried Sango, gripping the body wash in one hand as she swept Kagome up in a happy embrace.
“Here, turn around and I’ll wash your back for you” said Kagome as she grabbed hold of Sango’s wrists from around her back and twirled her around so that her back was facing her.
Sesshoumaru’s mouth began to water as he watched Inuyasha’s woman lather a handful of the delightfully sweet smelling emulsion onto the taijiya’s back, working her small fingers into Sango’s muscles in small circular motions, then trailing her palms up and down Sango’s back and down her sides. How he wished that it was him carrying out such a sensual task as grooming the object of his lustful fantasies.
“Mmmm. Now that is heavenly…” cooed Sango dreamily. “I’ve been training a little harder than usual and this is just what the miko ordered” Sango giggled.
“Yeah, you feel pretty tense and knotted up Sango-chan, but don’t worry. You’re right. This is just what the miko ordered. I just wish you would tell me what’s been bugging you lately. You’re so damned tense! You can tell me to mind my own business if you like, but I’d bet my last dollar that it’s Miroku. What’s the hentai houshi been up to this time?”
At the mention of the bouzo, Sesshoumaru flexed his claws and suppressed a growl that threatened to spill from his lips, which where now pressed tightly against his teeth, revealing his fangs in an angry snarl. He had watched in disdain on many occasions now as the pathetic excuse for a monk displayed his amorous attentions physically upon the taijiya. The pervert just couldn’t seem to keep his damned hands to himself. His lip once again twitched, this time in barely contained wrath as he recollected the monk’s lack of respect toward the small huntress. However the taijiya seemed more than capable of warding off his unwanted attentions. He always marvelled at her quick reflexes and the way she condemned his licentious groping with a swift back hand or an impressive right hook for his indecent transgressions. Despite her attempts to set straight some awfully painful boundaries so the monk would know his place, he would have been far happier to see him splayed and gutted in a heap on the wayside for his loose morals concerning the slayer. His lack of self-control control was unforgivable for a man claiming to be a disciple of the Buddha.
“The usual…”she replied, eyes downcast to avoid her friend seeing the sadness lurking within them. “I caught him with one of the village girls behind the store house…” her voice trailed off. By the disappointed look on her face and the hurt tone of her voice, Kagome could tell that Miroku had obviously been doing more than groping the village girl on this particular occasion.
Sesshoumaru could smell the salty scent of her tears and ground his teeth in possessive anger that the bouzo held such power over the strong little woman. To reduce her to this state of weakness was unacceptable. Tears in any form or fashion were not fit for a warrior – especially those shed over something as pitiful as him. Yes, he would definitely make him suffer for his many indiscretions against the beautiful slayer, this being the first and foremost. How dare his actions cause her such sorrow.
As quickly as the tears appeared, Sango brushed them away with the back of her hand and replaced her pained, sad expression with an awkward smile in the attempt to trick her emotions into believing that she didn’t really care about what she had caught the perverted priest doing with the village girl. A feeble attempt at best.
Kagome stopped lathering Sango’s back and turned her around to give her a gentle, reassuring squeeze in the attempt to comfort the obviously heartbroken taijiya. This seemed to be becoming a common occurrence she thought to herself. Kagome tipped Sango’s chin up with the tip of her finger and offered her an understanding smile. She had never expected the young exterminator to break down thus over her innocent line of questioning.
‘Rotten bastard’ cursed the young miko silently as she splashed off the rich lather from Sango’s back. The two girls sank back into the pool once more before Kagome broke the silence.
“You know Sango-chan; you really need to get over him. Easier said than done I know, but...he’s a bastard. You know that I love him to pieces and that I think that you couldn't ask for a more sincere friend than Miroku, but boyfriend material? Nuh-uh. You know he’ll never change…” she began, a look of true sincerity bracing her pretty elfin face.
“I truly believe that he cares for you, but I just don’t think Miroku is the type to settle down if you know what I mean? I understand the whole Kazaana curse and all, but seriously. He says he ‘loves’ you and that once Naraku is destroyed that he plans on marrying you and what not, but still…actions speak louder than words you know. We can all see how much he hurts you. It seems that everyone can except him…”
Sango sighed in acknowledgement as she lathered herself up with some more of the fragrant body wash.
“….He’s a walking hormone. He needs sex and if he’s not getting it from you, as you saw for yourself he’ll find another source for his outlet. I know he doesn’t do it to upset you Sango-chan, even though he does. It’s just that some men…”
“Think with their cocks and not with their hearts, I know perfectly well what you mean” scoffed Sango, desperately trying to cover her frown with an uncomfortable smile and overcome the horrible sensation of someone twisting a knife deep into her heart.
She knew what Kagome said was true, even though she loathed to admit it. Miroku would never change. And giving her virginity to the hentai monk was too much of a chance for her to take. If she did he would either settle down to a happy life of monogamy with her or break her heart and betray her honour with his wandering hands and wayward dick...
Sesshoumaru’s eyes nearly popped out of his head at Sango’s reference. He had seen her battle quite a few times now and only ever heard profanities spill from her lips when she was livid with rage, yet the extent of the words were still very few and far between. To hear her refer to a males private parts in such a lewd fashion, had his own cock twitching at the fantasy of hearing her utter other crude references to both his and her own genetalia, all whilst he pleasured her beyond comprehension. A face of an angel and a mouth capable of speaking utter sin. He shivered with want at the prospect.
“Sango-chan!” Replied the miko a few octaves higher than usual, a devious grin forming on her mouth and a mischievous gleam sparkling in her eye.
“What!?” snapped Sango half-heartedly.
“I’ve just never heard you use such crass language before.”
Sango blushed, a deep shade of red staining her already heat-flushed cheeks, her eyes lowered in embarrassment. ‘Just adorable’ thought Sesshoumaru at the innocent, embarrassed gesture of the beauty before him.
“Well? Just because I’m not all that experienced in those things doesn’t mean I don’t know what is what” she retorted shyly.
“Anyway, I know you’re right. Miroku and I have drifted apart these last few weeks. Well, since the last time I caught him in the act…” she sighed, tilting her head back and shutting her eyes in an effort to curb the tears threatening to fall once again. Her lips pressed tightly together and a slight furrow formed on her brow as she obviously reminisced of his last act of betrayal with yet another village girl. Kagome shook her head in disgust at his selfish behaviour and lathered up, continuing on with her lecture.
“You know Sango-chan; you’re a very beautiful, strong, kind-hearted young woman. Why do you persist to put all your eggs in the one basket? There are many men out there that would love to have you as their own. What about Lord Takeda? He’d try to stop the earth from spinning if he thought it would give him a chance with you” stated Kagome matter-of-factly.
At this Sesshoumaru scowled, suppressing the growl that threatened to escape his lips. Not on his shift would he allow any pathetic mortal male (or immortal for that fact) bask in her affections. His inner youkai thrashed at its chains at the thought of another man touching her, taking her innocence. No. He would not allow it.
“Yeah and Takeda is as damn mad as they come. He’s more than a few grains of rice short of the full bushel Kagome-chan. Besides your average, run of the mill lunatic, no man wants me. Once they find out I’m a taijiya they run a mile in the opposite direction. No man wants a bride that is stronger than he is, nor do they want a woman with a hard body covered in ugly scars. Miroku was the only man that has ever given me the time of day…” she lamented. “Not that that means a great deal,” she added as an afterthought, rolling her eyes and shaking her head in frustration as she continued. “He seems to make time for every woman he comes across come to think of it,” she scoffed sadly.
Kagome reluctantly nodded. What Sango had said was true and they both knew it. They both sat in silence momentarily as Kagome digested her words.
“You know Sango-chan,” began Kagome, breaking the silence. “You really don’t fit into this era. You would be more in your element in my time. Trust me. You would have no trouble finding a man that would cherish not only your looks but your strength as well in my time. Where I come from, you still get your chauvinistic pigs, but in general, men admire women that can look out for themselves…” she said with a genuine smile.
Sesshoumaru’s eyes widened at Kagomes' statement as he replayed it in his mind. He had always known there was something extremely amiss about the unusually clad girl – this conversation just verified it! So his brothers’ bitch was from a different time altogether? That would explain the smart mouth, lack of respect and ridiculous outfits! He would sooner roast in hell than let any of his bitches loose in public in such outrageous garments. She looked like a desperate geisha at the best of times!
“I’ll tell you something Kagome-chan, something that I’ve been thinking about more and more as of late…” sighed Sango, shifting her position in the hot spring as she perched herself upon a smooth, submerged rock, leaning back on her elbows with her upper torso deliciously exposed to the roaming eyes of the eavesdropping inu lord. “I often wonder if I’ll ever find love. I mean, at my age I’m considered over the hill by my peers. I should be married with at least four kids by now…” she giggled feebly and then turned to face Kagome before she continued.
“But you know what? I wouldn’t change my life for anything. Well apart from losing my father and Kohaku and my village to Naraku, but that’s it. I truly love the freedom I have being a taijiya. I love not having to answer to some male who would leave me at home to go off drinking sake at the inn every night to tend to a house full of children by myself, and having to break my back in the rice paddies to put food in our stomachs and keep a roof over our head. Don’t get me wrong, I’d love to have children one day and I would love to find a man that would love me, but not – not – well *sigh* you know. Not by having to have my freedom restricted and conform to the whims of some narrow-minded villager and be treated the way most men treat their women. My father would turn in his grave if I were to ever allow that to happen to myself.”
Kagome just looked in awe at Sango as she spilled her feelings out as though she were purging herself from the effects of some nasty toadstool.
“You will find that special someone one day Sango-chan” Kagome reassured her friend, patting her gently on the shoulder to reiterate her words.
“But I don’t want to wait til one day!” Sango snapped, slapping the water angrily and stunning Kagome in the process.
“I’m sorry but I am so angry with him Kagome-chan! So very, very angry! He told me he loved me – that I was the most beautiful woman he’d ever laid eyes upon! And I believed him. How pathetic does that make me to have believed him!”
Sesshoumaru growled low in his throat in response to hearing her put herself down.
“…No man has ever looked at me as if I were beautiful. He knows nearly everything about me and still he accepts me – scars and all! For crying out loud… the damn perv has even seen me naked and still he would compliment me on how ‘beautiful’ I was! How damned gullible am I?! So… what? Maybe if I had’ve put out he would have remained faithful and by my side?! I don’t think so!” she scoffed angrily, answering her own rhetorical questions. “I’m a grown woman now Kagome-chan! I have needs! I’m not some damn ice queen. Just because I’d slap him senseless for groping me didn’t automatically mean to say I’m some frigid bitch who despises being touched! I only slapped him because I wanted him to know that this taijiya is no mans ‘play thing’! I wanted so much more than to be teased and groped by him but he would just tease me relentlessly! Every time I thought he would make a serious move on me he would do something crass like grab me on the backside or something. I just don’t understand why! I’m a 19 year old virgin for fucks sake! I’ve never even kissed a boy before Kagome-chan! I am so sick of having to touch myself to find some sort of release! Hell! Even Kaede is getting more action than me!” blurted Sango.
“Woahhh! Kaede hey? Hold one minute while I try to erase that visual from my memory. Mmmm – Nuh. It’s with me for life. Ewww - That’s just disturbing Sango-chan!” said Kagome, shaking her head and squinting her eyes as if she could shake the thought clean out of her ears if she squinted hard enough.
At this both girls grimaced at the notion of Kaede in the midst of of doing a horizontal tango with anyone, and laughed at each others expressions, somewhat breaking the tension in the air. Sango slapped her forehead and growled in frustration.
“I’m really sorry Kagome-chan. I just get so frustrated. I just yearn to be touched sometimes…I guess…I guess I just always thought that the handsome hentai houshi would be the one to do it…I hate him so much for making such a fool out me. Damn me to hell for being so foolish…” she reflected, then offered her friend a sad, wistful smile. She lowered her head once again and traced patterns on the waters surface with her slender forefinger, deep in contemplation.
“Tell me Kagome-chan…what’s it like?” she whispered.
“What’s what like?” Kagome questioned just to make sure she was on the same wave length as her friend, an awkward silence adding to the uncomfortableness of the situation as Sango pondered how to answer her friend without looking like a goose.
“You know…to be touched by a boy? To m-make love?” she asked in a soft, shy voice, her cheeks aglow with a flaming crimson hue.
Sesshoumaru suppressed a groan. It took everything in his power not to swoop down from his hiding place and scoop up the tiny female, dragging her deep into the forest so that he could personally show her the answer to her question. What he heard next took his breath completely away.
A dark blush stained her friends’ pretty features as she nervously began toying with a wayward strand of hair, curling it around a slender finger as she attempted to placate the taijiya’s curiosity.
“Well. It feels good I guess…” a cheeky grin forming upon her countenance. “Yep. Damned good,” Kagome giggled. “So much better than getting yourself off…” she continued. A sudden thought raced through her mind as she envisioned herself personally showing her friend just how good it felt being touched by someone other than oneself after remembering a hot lesbian scene in one of her friends’ ecchi manga’s. “You know Sango-chan. It’s very hard to explain how good it feels, but if you would let me, uhmmm…maybe I could show you?” she offered just as shyly as Sango’s curious query.
Sango’s eyes widened and her mouth formed a perfect “o”. Her long, curly lashes fluttered as she blinked repeatedly in shock, unsure as to whether she had heard her best friend correctly or not.
“Y-you mean that y-you would sh-show me? Yourself?” she stuttered as a warm rush of liquid heat pulsed through her body and settled at the junction of her thighs. She briefly visualised the young miko touching her secret place in the way she had become accustomed to touching herself and the vision brought about a quite pleasant throbbing in her womanhood, much to her surprise. Hell, was she destined to a life as a lesbian? Considering the mentality and poor behaviour of the men around her, surely the prospect couldn’t be as bad as she had first been led to believe. Sango’s blush deepened at the forbidden. Was she a lesbian? Was that why she had such a poor run with men? Was that why her body tingled at the thought of being touched by another woman… her best friend at that? Or was it a case of morbid sexual frustration. Either way, she couldn’t help the heat that spread through her body with the intensity of a wildfire at the idea of her friend touching her so sinfully.
Kagome bit her lower lip and worried it nervously with her teeth as she watched the sea of emotions drift across Sango’s face. She lowered her lashes in shame at being so stupid and being so bold as to make a pass at her best friend.
“That was SO stupid…”she began. “I’m really sorry. I just thought that…..”
A shy smile braced Sango’s beautiful features as her cheeks reddened twenty different shades at once.
“Don’t be… I-I’d like that… I think…” she cut-off Kagome mid-sentence, her unexpected response almost making Sesshoumaru fall out of the tree.
‘By the Gods’ Sesshoumaru moaned inwardly as his cock became impossibly harder than he had ever thought physically possible. Surely he had died and been absolved from all his sins to be witness to such an unbelievable spectacle. He watched as Kagome’s features relaxed and took the opportunity to move in and take Sango’s soft lips in a gentle kiss, before she lost her nerve completely. Sango’s eyelids drifted shut as she melted into the smooth warmth of Kagome’s lips. Sango slipped off the rock she was leaning on and into Kagome’s waiting embrace. Another bolt of liquid heat erupted inside her and she squeezed her thighs together creating a pleasant friction between her legs.
“Mmmm – that was nice Kagome-chan” sighed Sango as Kagome slowly pulled away to admire Sango’s full, luscious lips.
Sesshoumaru unconsciously reached down and started stroking his throbbing member through his pants. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing.
Kagome looked into Sango’s eyes and smiled. “You don’t feel weird about this do you Sango?” she asked as she brought her hand up to stroke the smoothness of Sango’s cheek. Sango leaned into her gentle touch and nodded her head in the negative, not once taking her eyes away from the sparkling cinnamon orbs of her closest friend.
“Good,” replied Kagome. “Because it’s not like we’re doing anything wrong…” she whispered into her ear and spoke into her neck as she trailed small kisses down to her collarbone.
Sango moaned. Her body felt like it was on fire as Kagome gathered her closer into her embrace. Sango could feel the younger girl’s pert breasts rubbing against her painfully aroused nipples and shivered as she felt the softness of Kagome’s shaved womanhood pushed up against her own. Kagome gently nudged Sango’s knees apart with one of her own and pushed her left hip against Sango’s womanhood in the attempt to grind her own pussy into Sango’s thigh to relieve some of the tension that was building in her own body. Sango shyly brought her own hands up Kagome’s flat stomach and traced her fingers upwards slowly trailing their way over Kagome’s small, pert breasts, earning a pleasant moan from the miko under her fingertips.
The miko’s fingers seemingly took on a mind of their own and made their way down to Sango’s full, heavy breasts. She gently cupped them before brushing her thumbs across her hardened nipples. Sango sucked in a breath, as Kagome gently pinched her right nipple, followed by her left, over and over again increasing her pressure with each pinch. Every pinch of Kagome’s fingertips on her nipples sent a spasm of white hot pleasure to shoot from her nipples down to her womanhood. Sango was soon panting and squirmed at the sensation and without realizing what she was doing, began mirroring Kagome’s actions.
“See Sango-chan…”Kagome whispered huskily into her ear as she placed small kisses on her earlobe, “It feels nice doesn’t it?”
“Hai Kagome-chan, it does,” Sango breathed.
Sesshoumaru felt sure his cock was on the verge of exploding into a million pieces if he did not take it in his fist and stroke it the way it demanded. The girls below him were blowing away any lingering trace of sanity he had left. Throwing caution to the wind, he reached into his pants and wrapped his fist around his thick, throbbing member. Being so caught up in the show unveiling below him, he was caught off guard by the scent of the two women’s growing arousal and did not sense until the very last moment, the disturbing scent of his annoying brother.
“What the fuck is going on here!??”
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