Bible Black Fan Fiction / Hellsing Fan Fiction / InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Tale of Akanesuji ❯ Koga's Hell, Werewolves of London LEMON ( Chapter 7 )

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Koga could hear them coming down the hallway. Even through the sedatives which were slowly lifting, he knew they coming. Coming to make him come.

 

It was the same routine ever day for the last month. They would turn the DVD player on and force him to watch pornography. Even shutting his eyes to it didn't help. The moans and cries of the crappy actresses on the screen filled his ears. Then they would undo the manticles on his wrists, heavy steel things with sutras carved in the metal, chained to the iron wall behind him. They kept him prisoner by the hard steel collar locked permanently around his next. It too attached to the wall with a heavy chain.

 

It was just long enough that he could move from bed to toilet, and no where else. When he would try to fight out of it, a technician would enter the room and shoot him with a dart and throw him back on the bed. Never was there a time where he wished so hard that his friends would come save him, but his prayers were never answered.

 

The door opened and a small dark haired woman entered. He spit at her and growled. The dark haired ones always reminded him of his first love Kagome. She wore a bathrobe and carried a rubber sheet. Kicking him off the bed, she put the rubber sheet over the bed and made him get back over it. None of his semen would be wasted. The sheet would be collected up and taken away.

 

Koga did what was expected of him now because it was the only thing he could do. Fucking the werewolf whores hard and painfully was his only way of getting back at them.

 

She dropped the robe and climbed over him, taking the key and releasing his right arm first and then his left. “You are such a good boy. Maybe in a few weeks we can take the collar off.”

 

He turned his head away and looked at the wall. The blank white space helped him settle his mind. “We are going to put a mirror there tomorrow,” the wolf woman said. “It will match the ceiling ones nicely don't you think?”

 

He would not answer. He knew the mirrors on the ceiling were two way. It was their way of keeping an eye on him. He felt like a trapped animal in a pit and he hated it. He closed his eyes and tried to think about the mountains. When they had found and captured him, he was staying in the Appalachians for the season, doing the long Appalachian trail for the twenty or thirtieth time. He had lost track of how many times he had done it.

 

The woman's warm mouth covered him and suckled him into a forced erection. It hurt to be raped like this, alone with women he did not know or even like. He certainly did not respect them. One of them had been nice to him and would cuddle with him afterwards, but then she was ordered away and he never saw her again.

 

Koga bit his tongue, trying not to allow the pleasure of it take him yet. He would make her work for it. Picturing the mountains clearly in his mind, he imagined cool brooks and little streams, softened round pebbles and crisp air.

 

The were-woman noticed he was drifting off and pressed deeply into his perineum, massaging his prostrate gland and the surrounding nerves. His dick jumped and stiffened and she knew he would be ready for mounting soon.

 

She shimmied up him and dropped over him, riding him slowly. Koga reached up and grabbed at her large nipples, pinching them hard and painfully, but she just seemed to like it. Her moans and sighs distracted him from the mountain splendor going on in his head and he grabbed her hips. The demon started fucking her like the tramp she was.

 

“No, no!” she cried in pain as he forced her ever deeper over his demon erection. His thumbs were digging into her thighs so hard that he was drawing blood. Koga slapped her left breast hard with his dominant right hand, leaving a giant red welt and she screamed.

 

“You wanted it bitch, so you're gonna get it.” He slapped the other one too, then dug his nails into them. He came inside her and pushed her off the bed, his semen dripping out of her onto the linoleum floor. She didn't get to come. Poor bitch.

 

Two women came in and helped her up, one holding her tight as she cried into her shoulder. “Koga, you did'na have to be so mean.” It was the one who had treated him so well before, a pretty little red head with a thick Irish accent.

 

“Whore. Why do you do this to me? So you can breed a whole new generation of fucked up hanyous?”

 

The red head turned away ashamed, holding the crying brunette against her. “I'm sorry Koga. I really am.” The third woman, a blond, slapped her. She growled that there was nothing to be sorry about. Koga was a worthless demon sperm donor and nothing more. A tool for their superior race to use and abuse.

 

The blond pulled a tranquilizer gun from her lab coat pocket and shot him from across the room. The last thing Koga could remember was being locked back up, the sheet being slid out from underneath him.

 

The next day it was the little red head who came to service him. She wore a pretty light green dress and had a plate of steak and potato.

 

“Why are you here?” Koga spat. He would not look her in the face.

 

“I begged to be here. I told them that you liked me and that you would let me collect your sperm.”

 

“Are you already with child?”

 

The young woman blushed hard, her face almost as red as her hair. “Yes,” she whispered. “From when we were together before.”

 

“That is why they replaced you.”

 

“Yes.” Koga had always wanted to rebuild the pack, but this was not the way he had wanted to do it. The slip of a girl took the key and undid his wrists, and then with a second key she removed the chain from the collar so that he was not attached to the wall. “I am sorry I can not give you more freedom.” She pushed the food closer to him and sat down on the far end of the bed.

 

“Are they watching us?”

 

“Yes. Just one of them though.” She looked up at him with hope in her eyes. “If I get the sperm today without a fight from you, they will stop watching me while I am in here.”

 

Koga had a moral dilemma here. Either do the honorable thing and continue to have a miserable time in captivity, or enjoy this one woman and have a little privacy to himself. He chose the redhead.

 

“Come. Sit next to me.” Koga ate the potato first and saved the steak for last. She apologized that she could not provide him with utensils, as they feared he would hurt one someone. Koga really didn't care about that. He ate with his hands like he had always done in the wild. “What is your name?”

 

“It's Amy.” Her name was a lot like Ayame's. Koga briefly thought of her, the wolf princess who adored him. He would even be happy to see her right now, as long as she was there to save him. Amy smiled and grabbed a lock of her hair, nervously twirling it around her finger. It made a big ringlet because her hair was so curly.

 

“Amy, why are you nice to me?” The little lady blushed and looked away. “Is it because you pity me?”

 

“No. It's because you're really cute and you have put up a really good fight. You haven't given up hope that someday you will be free.”

 

“Thank you for saying so.”

 

“If you would have me, I would like to be free with you someday,” she barely squeaked out so that the observer would not hear. Her cheeks were as red as her hair, her eye lids down as she looked at the floor. Koga grabbed her hand and pulled her gently to him. He kissed her sweetly and inspected her face closer. Big green eyes as green as the mountains themselves stared back at him, unafraid and accepting. He ran his hand up her shoulder and then down to her belly, remembering that she was carrying his child. He could not deny her. She was now his pack mate in the old law.

 

“Yes, Amy. You may run with me.”