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A Gradual Seduction	By : Nelsonbannaba Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female > Jaken/any female Views: 3986 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Nothing is Certain
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Standard Disclaimer: The characters of InuYasha are not my property, but the property of Rumiko Takahashi and I make no money from this whatsoever

AN: Yes, you knew this was coming. I’m back with more of the same. This one-shot serves as a continuation for Strange Love wherein I am able to make drastic changes in the character’s relationships without having to bother with all that pesky writing. However, the main credit for this goes to GreatbeastXellas, since it was written in response to a request from GreaterbeastXellas for her upcoming birthday – yay GXB!

If you have not read my story, Strange Love, this oneshot may not make much sense to you. If you don’t feel like reading it first, then keep in mind that Strange Love was a Jaken/Rin.

Warning: The following was written with reckless disregard for good taste. JakenXAdult Rin lemon and SessXRinXJaken lemon near to the end.
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It was a dark and stormy night…

Wait, sorry, wrong story. Let’s begin again.

The two of them are at it again. Do they never grow tired of sneaking off into the forest at night and…

Sesshoumaru would not allow himself to finish that thought. He had enough problems dealing with the scent of their…shenanigans without having to grapple with a mental image as well.

The tall, perfectly formed youkai shifted his position and closed his eyes, willing himself to concentrate on an upcoming meeting of the other lords regarding territory disputes. If he played his cards right there, he would be able to demand more territory as compensation for the fact that the wolf youkai tribes had infringed upon his own territories one too many times. He might be able to accomplish this without the need for physical violence, but why take all the fun out of the proceedings?

The distraction was working quite well. It had been some time since he had been involved in any entertaining bloodshed – the regrettable price of peace. The hanyou had been troublesome, offensive, and surprisingly difficult to dispose of, but at the moment he would almost welcome the turmoil which Naraku might inflict on his lands. Now those were good times….

His gratifying visions of battle and gore were interrupted by a change in the wind’s direction, assaulting his senses with another puff of sex-scented air. Considering the inuyoukai’s sensitive noise, it was much like getting a mouthful of stagnant swamp water.

Jaken, he thought irritably, throwing in a blech for good measure. The small youkai was certainly blessed in the ‘secretions’ area. Why couldn’t Rin’s sweeter, cloying scent have been the one carried on the breeze? The smell of her arousal is not so unpleasant. This thought made it necessary for him to shift his armor again, as he was resting in a cross-legged position underneath a great magnolia.

As if summoned by his very thoughts, another, more delicate scent wafted along on the next breeze. His nostrils flared, catching Rin’s flowery scent. He breathed in deeply, reveling in the sweetness.

As an ‘inu’ whose base instincts were ruled primarily by an advanced sense of smell, it was difficult remain unaffected by certain ‘scents’.

The air perfumed by Rin’s arousal was sensual and intriguing, calling to that baser, youkai part of him. It had become difficult to ignore of late.

Yes, very difficult.

Of course, an overdeveloped sense of self-control did come in handy at times.

On his return journey from the meeting of the lords, Sesshoumaru might have sauntered, except that Sesshoumaru never sauntered. The meetings had gone quite well. There had been much petty bickering and general strife, enabling him to step in and slam a few of the more offensive troublemakers. He could still smell their blood on his claws. The subtle, lingering scent of blood left him with a heady, slightly wild feeling.

He was nearing his home when the pleasant smell of blood was interrupted rudely by the musky scent of arousal.

Damn that imp! He must know that I am due to arrive soon.

Sesshoumaru realized that this was likely a last minute tryst and that the two had been likely trying to ‘fit just one more in’ before his arrival.

But enough is enough. It was obscene to think that they would see fit to utilize his absence for some sort of sexual marathon.

Sesshoumaru had never been a youkai willing to wait about for either his retainer or his human ward. Lurking in the forest until the two of them were finished was simply not an option. Instead, he continued, never slowing his pace, until he reached the edge of the forest. He paused there a moment, listening. Not hearing any suspicious noises, he decided that the scent of sex, though quite fresh, must be from an act just recently consummated. Sesshoumaru continued on his way, not realizing how very wrong he was.

As he entered his home, the first sight that greeting him was Jaken and Rin, naked on a blanket.

He halted immediately, unable to tear his eyes away from the scene before him.

The two of them were lying on their sides, head to toe, and they were…heat rushed to his face as well as to regions positioned much lower on his anatomy, mortifyingly enough.

They were…he was…he was momentarily unable to form any coherent thoughts as he stared at the passionate scene before him.

How do they….and at that awkward angle….

A detached, but mutinous, voice from the back of his head noted that Jaken was quite the lucky imp that he had been blessed with a seemingly never-ending and talented tongue. Or perhaps it was Rin that was the lucky one. Sesshoumaru almost slapped his own face for thinking such a thought.

Why is she now turning her back to the imp?

Moments later, he was torn between feeling a morbid curiosity at the unnatural act of sex unfolding before him and the growing horror that his question had just been answered. The answer coming in the form of many pants, moans, and squeals of delight.

It was late summer when Sesshoumaru decided it was time to complete his border patrols. With any luck they would be complete before the weather turned colder and the three of them would be able to spend the entire winter season comfortably ensconced in their warm little home if they so chose. Late summer was one of Rin’s favorite times of year, second only to spring, wherein she still continued to fill each room in the house with her usual wildflower bouquets. Sesshoumaru was secretly pleased that Rin had not left this particular part of her childhood behind. At least once yearly, he allowed her to entwine her fingers in his silver hair, braiding the wildflowers artfully into his long hair. Quite shameful, actually, but it seemed to bring her such pleasure.

At times, he wondered if he had allowed this young human woman to thoroughly domesticate him. In allowing Rin to take these liberties, it might be said he had mellowed considerably. But, after all, he was no feral wolf, and had not many surviving family members who might visit and gawk at any visible changes. Inuyasha was not a pureblood and so did not count. Plus, he was not one for friendly visits.

He withheld any credit for his recent changes which may have been directed Jaken’s way. The imp would survive far longer than the few, brief seasons which Rin was allowed. Soon her summer would turn to autumn, and then into a winter and then there would be no more Rin. After the self-imposed separation and subsequent unwelcome, though brief, taste of regret, Sesshoumaru did not relish the idea of having that bitter flavor on his tongue once again. And so, in his own reserved fashion, he allowed himself to enjoy her summer, each day carefully pressing more memories of Rin into the folds of his mind, very much like the wild roses Rin preserved between pieces of thickened parchment year after year, trying vainly to preserve some of the beauty and light held in each perfectly formed bud.

Rin requested, her eyes wide and pleading, that she be allowed to accompany him on his patrol, and he acquiesced as any doting male might. Except that he was not doting, but was merely softened in his actions towards her by the knowledge that it might be possible to measure up and total the amount of happiness she was allowed in her brief lifespan. Why not allow her to smile? Why should days amongst the sun-dappled grasses be denied her? Why should he not see the sun warming her bare shoulders and the pale soles of her feet as she flitted to and fro across a newly discovered meadow?

Sesshoumaru observed that human beings had the amazing capacity to grow in their contentment without limitation, their proverbial glasses everlastingly spilling over with good humor if so allowed. Or, at least, one particular human girl seemed to possess this ability.

He found he could deny her nothing and that he received untold joy in watching her bloom and flourish.

He watched her as she mounted ah-un, took to the skies, her head thrown back in the pure pleasure of flight. He watched her as she quietly worked in the garden, preparing meals or as she devoured any new reading material. He watched her spar verbally with Jaken, a saucy glint in her eye. He watched her as she slept, sometimes contentedly, at other times fitfully when fear took hold of her dreams.

And he now watched her as she lay writhing in pleasure beneath the imp.

At first, he felt much self-loathing at indulging in such a pleasure, it being such a blatant invasion of privacy. In fact, he might very well still be caught in the throes of such if it were not for an uncomfortable discussion with his retainer.

“Rin,” the imp began in an uncomfortable-sounding, squeaking voice. His throat seemed to close up as he stared up into the shining amber eyes of his master and he barely managed to rasp out, “Rin and I have been talking and.” Jaken stopped short, unable to force out he next words under that unyielding stare.

“Speak, Jaken,” Sesshoumaru ordered. Despite the firmness of his words, the imp detected a subtle softening about his lord’s eyes, causing those flat jewel-toned eyes to favor some hint of emotion. Rin had that affect on his master. This shift did much to bolster the imp’s confidence and he was able to continue, realizing the importance of clearing the air where this particular issue was concerned.

“Rin wanted you to know that she,” again he was at a temporary loss for the best way to phrase this thing, “she does not mind your seeing her and I. I mean of course, I don’t mean that I, I mean that she enjoys knowing that you would enjoy it, not that you would enjoy such a thing as that master, but it would bring her pleasure if you would watch us, I mean HER, again not that you should or would want to do such a,” Jaken had begun sputtering badly now, hopping from foot to foot in obvious discomfort, “what I meant to say was….”

Sesshoumaru stepped forward, causing the imp to shrink backwards in fear, still sputtering.

“Silence Jaken,” his lord commanded.

“Yes, milord.”

The imp immediately ceased all his nonsensical stammering and cast his eyes downward, afraid that he would be slammed hard against the nearest hard surface for his insolence.

He waited, cringing. When after a few moments no punishment was forthcoming and Jaken risked a quick look upwards. His master’s impassive expression gave him no indication of his mood. It was a bit frightening how chilly and distant the inuyoukai could seem at times. He had not choice but to continue waiting.

“Jaken, please continue. Speak clearly this time,” Sesshoumaru finally spoke, his deep monotone seemed to rumble and come from deep within his chest, Jaken noted. Standing so close to his master always gave Jaken a lightheaded feeling.

The imp attempted to organize his thoughts again and continued as soon as he dared speak, “Rin wanted me to relay to you her feelings on your, your,” Jaken paused here, determined not to turn into a squealing fool once again. He took a deep breath and continued now in a amiable, business-like voice, as if her were relaying a bit of uncontroversial information regarding the recent land disputes, “It gives Rin great pleasure to know that you might also take pleasure in her, um, pleasure.” Another deep breath, “and furthermore, she encourages you to do so, if it so pleases milord.”

“She encourages me to watch,” Sesshoumaru stated in what could only be described as a bored tone.

Jaken parried back in as everyday voice as he could muster, “Of course, that is only if it pleases milord.”

“Yes, you have already said that,” Sesshoumaru said distractedly, as if he were processing a bit of dry yet necessary information.

Jaken nodded and waiting patiently for a sign that he was either further needed or dismissed.

The two of them could have been discussing the weather, or a dull, but unavoidable lordly duty, for all the emphasis they had seemed to put into their statements. Of course, it had not started out that way, something that both the imp and the inuyoukai would be certain to banish from their thoughts.

At last, Sesshoumaru and Jaken scampered off, squashing a ‘yelp’ of elation at the momentous task he had just accomplished. A risk had been taken and he was closer than he would have ever thought possible to pleasing his lord in ways he had always hoped possible. Also, quite importantly, he had survived the entire ordeal.

And there began a strange threesome. Jaken and Rin would wander from the campsite as the mood took them, and shortly thereafter the inuyoukai would rise and follow. Or, if the lord was out roaming his forest boundaries, he might catch wind of their activities and make a stealthy approach.

Sesshoumaru had conflicting feelings regarding the entire matter, but he could not seem to resist that sweet, flowery musk wafting through late summer air. As he moved closer, it was like a feeling of fuzzy contentment had settled over his mind. She was intoxicating. With inhibitions removed by Rin’s admission, Sesshoumaru was finding the pull quite irresistible.

Sesshoumaru stood far in the shadows watching the small, lithe imp rutting with the beautiful human girl, her legs splayed invitingly as Jaken’s hands traversed her bare curves. There was a particular strange and illicit thrill to this, this voyeuristic exercise. It involved an achingly slow building up of excitement as he watched the two of them, but in the end it always left him feeling sullied as he melted back into the darkness and returned to the campsite. He could not help but feel it would have been better to have left things as they were. There was some line the three of them had crossed which had, of course, irreversibly altered their innocent, if somewhat distant, relationship.

Sesshoumaru deemed his actions highly inappropriate given the situation – a human, his retainer, an ignoble pastime. Still it pleased another, darker part of him to continue and so he did. His darker urges were supported by the tugging of tender emotions with which he was not familiar. His voyeuristic participation in their lovemaking was feeding this previously unknown emotional ‘need’ within him, a need to connect and engage with other beings.

This impulse was the same that led my father into a doomed relationship with a human princess.

The impulse was strong in my half-human brother, so it was no wonder that this very ‘human’ of emotions should have led the hanyou into not one, but two disastrously complicated emotional entanglements.

Sesshoumaru tried his best to ignore these niggling voices in the mind which attempted to objectively analyze his actions regarding his companions. Instead he focused on the way his pulse quickened as Rin arched her body suggestively upwards in search of her lover’s caresses. He lost himself in the moans and pleasurable gurgles coming from Rin as Jaken found that perfect spot with his finger or his long, thin tongue. His body tensed as the slow rocking of their bodies brought imp and human to orgasm together. And ultimately, he lost whatever shreds of self-control he possessed and surrendered himself to the passion which had gradually built into a multi-layered crescendo in his lust-tortured mind as he brought himself to orgasm there alone in the shadows, his claws leaving long scratches across his abdomen and his teeth clenched painfully as the waves of ecstasy carried with them a violent release.

Afterwards, his hand lay lax against his belly, sticky with the still-warm seed he had spilt. Just moments before, the endorphins had coursed through his veins like sweet wine, and now, now he stood and flicked his wrist in an attempt to rid himself of the evidence of his latest tumble into degradation and disgrace as he walked back to the camp

But once you have crossed certain lines, there is no turning back, so why stop there?

The border patrol was nearly complete and the three companions were merely a few days easy walk from home. The air had become quite chilly in the evenings, necessitating a small nightly fire mostly for Rin’s benefit. Their trek which had begun in the windless, hot weather was turning pleasantly chilly. The days now had a crisp, crystalline feel to them that was invigorating. The sky was a cloudless, brilliant blue and the waves of heat had been replaced by a welcome, constant breeze. The green forest around the travelers had gained a sort of renewed burst of color which is only common to the early fall or spring. It was a short-lived time, and thus Rin tried to make the most of it by opening her senses to the natural world around her – the sounds of the nesting birds, the light breeze rustling through the leaves collecting on the forest floor. She watched as the leaves tumbled in an errant breeze, giving them a temporary life of their own across the forest floor. It moved her, invigorated her and enlivened her senses.

And the nights were not exception either. Rin found she was quite willing to engage in whatever sex-play Jaken offered.

Deep in the forest, Rin was allowing the imp to slowly undress her. His green, clawed fingers gently brushed her shoulder as he tugged the kimono off, causing goose bumps to appear across the bare expanse of her back.

“Rin,” Jaken said in a low whisper, “you look beautiful by moonlight.” He fingered a jet lock of her hair for a moment before he bared her chest and belly to his hungry eyes, allowing the night’s chill to reach the exposed skin there, hardening her nipples into pert little nubs.

“Yes, so very beautiful,” he murmured as he settled himself in her lap, straddling her hips and nuzzling his cheek against her pale skin.

The two sat like that for some time, in no hurry to rush into the evening’s less innocent activities. But one fingertip brush in a sensitive area led to a sigh, which led to another to another caress and that to a small moan, and the two were rolling lustily across the forest floor, alternating between giggling and gasping in pleasure.

At some point, Jaken sensed something was amiss and stopped his playful foreplay. Rin, not noticing at first, lay there panting and reached up to caress his face, a womanly smile gracing her lips.

Jaken had become completely still, though he still gripped her hips firmly. His gaze was centered on a point far above Rin’s head and his mouth was agape. His fingers flexed and Rin felt a slight prickle against her skin. A feeling of dread crept over her. She craned her neck in order to follow Jaken’s startled gaze into the darkness, worry making her stomach clench painfully. What she saw filled her with a mixture of fear and excitement. At the edge of the dark clearing she could clearly make out the faintly luminous shape of her lord.

Sesshoumaru…

He was a vision in white standing there before them. The starlight seemed to reflect off of the brilliant silver of his flowing hair. His face was shadowed in the dim light of the late evening, but Rin could still see the familiar yellow-gold glittering from the depths of his hooded eyes. It was like some wild, shy creature from the forest had happened upon their tryst. The inuyoukai made not acknowledgement of their presence, but simply stood there, staring silently at the scene before him.

Rin stood abruptly, even though her thoughts were still in the midst of turmoil and confusion, instinctively, she knew what needed to be done. She went to him, the scant, silvery light silhouetting her pale nakedness and her dark hair swaying behind her like a dark cloak. Her lord stood there unmoving as she approached, her hips swaying and her body moving in a naturally sensual motion of which she was unaware. Rin did not stop until she was mere inches from contact with her master, the breeze causing the tips of his silver hair to brush her forearm. Rin peered up shyly into his face, which was still shadowed and inscrutable. She shivered and stepped forward again, grasping the front of his kimono gently and edging herself forward until her body was pressed firmly against his.

“Rin.” His voice was a deep, low growl which sent a thrill of desire through her and making her sex aching and warm with arousal once again. She could feel the heat of his body through his clothing, but his hands stayed at his sides. She could tell that he was looking down at her now, yet she did not dare look up into those fierce eyes lest she lose her nerve.

She had dreamed of this, of having her master in this fashion. Her nimble fingers quickly went to work and began removing his kimono, his armor already having already been removed as they had made camp for the night. The skin underneath felt incredibly soft and hot to the touch beneath her hands as she let them glide down his wide shoulders and across his chest. Her heart raced with excitement and she began freely moving her hands over every inch of his bare upper body. He exhaled sharply and inclined his head, his lips mere inches from her ear and his breath ruffling her hair slightly. Her mind whirled and the world about her disappeared into a surreal haze with only the sound of his steady breathing and the warmth of his chest against her cheek with which to brace herself. She wrapped her arms tightly around him as her legs threatened to collapse beneath her.

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Jaken stood watching the entire scene with his eyes and mouth still wide and gaping. As Rin had stood, he had reflexively risen up off of the blanket as well, but did not venture any closer to the beautiful couple. His mind was clouded with a mixture of eagerness, lust, and a twinge of jealousy as he watched the seduction of his master unfold before him.

Now that they have one another, they will forget about me, he thought desperately, what would they want me for, I am revolting, so dreadfully hideous, and my master is so very magnificent. He thought briefly of fleeing the scene and leaving the two to enjoy one another. It would be better than being sent away by my master with harsh, ugly words.

In spite of his fears, his lustful urges overpowered his doubts and instead of fleeing, his hand found its way to his still erect member as he realized his master was attempting to remove his pants. Jaken had to stop himself from running towards the inuyoukai, begging to assist. As he stroked his erection, a long stream of drool escaped from his lips. In all actuality, this was turning out to be a dream come true for the imp.

I may as well stay, he thought only semi-coherently as his mind was, for the most part, concerned with a part of his anatomy much nearer to the ground, and take advantage of the situation until I am forcibly thrown into the nearest tree. Even this threat was not enough to deter his eagerness.

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Rin’s mental state was not much better. She was quite overwhelmed. Sesshoumaru shifted away from her and she heard the rustling of silk on silk. He pulled her against him again in a vice-like grip and she could now feel the intense heat of his erection against her thigh. She was lifted up and carried a few steps forward, before being placed carefully down on the blanket.

The coolness of the mossy ground under the blanket shocked Rin back to her senses and, blinking, she looked up at where the inuyoukai knelt before her, completely naked.

He was glorious. He stood perfectly still, except for his pale mane of hair billowing out behind him. Every inch of his body looked deliciously taunt, muscular and smooth. Now she wished that she’d had the courage to spy on him as he bathed. Little had she known what she had been missing.

Worrying for a moment that his immobile stance might indicate some hesitation on his part, she reached out and grasped the only thing within her reach, a lock of his long, silvery hair. His features held a look of mild surprise, his eyebrows raised slightly, as she gently tugged at his hair. It may be that she had been the only one who had ever taken such a liberty before in his long life. She smiled up at him, a sweet, seductive smile and reached up and pressed a hand tentatively against his chest. Uncharacteristically compliant, he allowed her to maneuver him down onto the blanket until he was lying flat on his back with Rin leaning over him with an even wider smile than before. She wanted to lean back and inspect him properly, taking in the all too male planes and angles. He was truly resplendent in his pale-skinned male beauty. But she did not dare to take the time to do this again, lest he suddenly have a change of heart and escape the clutches of her feminine whiles.

She went straight to work, doing all the things she had imagined doing in her secret fantasies. She lowered her head, her long black hair spilling across his chest like a river of dark silk. Just underneath his collarbone, she slowly ran the tip of her tongue in slow circles before fully tasting the taunt skin there. He tasted like spring rain and he shivered rather violently under her touch, his right hand coming up to grasp the back of her head and pull her up to his own lips in a bruising kiss that made her inner thighs incredibly slick and wet with arousal.

Sesshoumaru had meant to take his time in tasting her mouth, perhaps teasing her lips apart with his tongue. But the sensations she was causing with her mouth and hands against his bare skin were much too powerful for him to retain control of the situation. In his escalating passion, the sweet taste of her mouth only served to drive him mad with desire. His tongue plunged in and out of her mouth, to be met with equal fervor from her own.

He was so far gone with lust that he just barely registered that there was now a second set of hands, smaller even than Rin’s delicate hands, moving slowly and hesitantly up his thighs towards…

Jaken!

Abruptly, Sesshoumaru stiffened, tearing his mouth away from Rin’s and made to rise. His breath was still coming in labored pants and his movements were hampered by the fact that Rin was sprawled across his upper body with her fingers still entangled in his hair. He hesitated, not wishing to send Rin rolling into the dirt. He managed to keep himself from swearing vulgarly as well, still attempting not to spoil the mood completely. That ugly green beast will pay for this. I will beat him within an inch of his life. What am I thinking, the cunning little imp probably had this entire thing planned. I will kill him outright!

Jaken must have sensed the rage rolling off of his master since his hands had stopped their journey along his inner thigh, but he did remove them.

Rin was not sure what had just happened, but she was not daunted in the least, still yearning to have her master naked and willing beneath her. She placed her hands on either sides of his face and tilted it down until her eyes met her own. He was transfixed by the hunger he saw there and momentarily forget about his intention to kill the imp fondling his thighs. She placed her hands on his shoulders and pushed him back to the ground, lowering her head to his ear and whispering, “Please don’t stop, my Lord. I want you so very badly.”

But his hands are still near your…., a rational and panicked voice was trying urgently to make itself heard in his lust-clouded mind.

He felt Rin’s teeth nip at his earlobe, one of the most sensitive of his erogenous zones, and his member pulsed responsively.

His hands, they are moving again, oh gods, nooo…., the same voice, weaker now, was clawing desperately at his mind as he sunk further into a red haze of lust.

Rin was now sucking on his earlobe, so he paid it no mind.

Without conscious forethought, he moved Rin forward into a position wherein she was now straddling his shoulders. His tongue met the folds of her sex and he was completely awash in the sweetness of her arousal.

The voice was now strangely silent. Not that he noticed.

Rin and Sesshoumaru were both swept up in the throes of passion, but they were not the only ones. Jaken was slowly reaching forward and about to grasp, for what would be the first time, his master’s beautiful, rigid erection. The imp was trembling in anticipation, his breath coming in short, labored gasps. Finally, his fingers reached their destination and his fingers wrapped themselves firmly around the shaft.

It is just so, so incredibly smooth and soft, yet hard and unyielding at the same time, he thought in wonder as he began to stroke the shaft in an up and down motion.

Luckily, Jaken had two hands and was practically ambidextrous since, although he had spilt his seed on the forest floor when his master had first removed his pants, his own erection was now back in full force. Objectively, he observed the differences between his own penis and his master’s as he stroked them both—his was not nearly so velvety soft and he shivered at the copious size of the other. Of course, he was no expert, despite his penchant for fantasizing about this sort of thing.

Very soon, his heightened arousal made the dual tasks clumsy and Jaken began using both his hands to grasp his master’s hardened shaft, using his own spittle to lubricate the movements. In response, the inuyoukai’s hips arched upwards a fraction, sending a pleasant thrill through the imp’s own loins.

Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined that he would actually be able to pleasure his master in this way. Well, perhaps in some of the more far-fetched ones.

As he moved his hands over the taunt shaft, experimenting with different movements and speeds, Jaken watched Rin as she moved her hips against his lord’s mouth. He knew her taste well and his own shaft stiffened further at the reminder of her sweetness. If only I were able to accomplish both tasks simultaneously. The memory of her taste on his tongue made his mouth water.

And then the thought occurred to him, why use only his hands when he could taste his master as well? With nary a moment’s thought, Jaken was leaning forward and running his long, agile up and down his master’s erection. The taste of the pre-cum was so salty sweet he thought he would go out if his mind with his desire for more. Hunching himself over, he attempted to draw the comparatively enormous member into his mouth, mindful of his teeth. It was quite wonderful to feel the smooth warm shaft slip into his mouth. He thought he might spill his own seed all over his master’s thigh right then and there as he enthusiastically bobbed his head up and down on the inuyoukai’s erection.

He was in ecstasy. Amazingly enough, it got better.

He vaguely registered Rin crying out in pleasure and caught the heightened scent of her sex which accompanied climax. Jaken worked his long tongue vigorously over Sesshoumaru’s shaft, one hand gently cupping and massaging his scrotum. His eyes were reddened with lust. Not able to hold back any longer, the imp yelped in pleasure as he lost himself in an intense orgasm, his cry muffled by the mouthful of his master’s throbbing erection. Immediately, Sesshoumaru’s hips arched upwards, his thighs tensing, and Jaken’s mouth was filled with his rich seed.

I can die happy now, Jaken thought as he slumped forward across his master’s abdomen. His eyes were closed but there was a wide grin across his face. Rin rested limply against Sesshoumaru as well, nuzzling his chest. The inuyoukai seemed content at the moment to be used as a pillow. She reached down to stroke the top of the imp’s head affectionately.

The three of them lay there for a long while, basking in the afterglow of their shared climax, neither willing to end this strange threesome just yet.

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AN: Thanks for reading! Be sure to review (or flame). Thanks to all those who reviewed those last chapters of Strange Love. *kisskiss* Coming soon is a Kouga/Jaken oneshot which follows the same storyline (rather loosely). It is rather tame, but hopefully humorous.

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