InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ A Mere Digression ❯ Part 4 ( Chapter 4 )

Disclaimer: Inuyasha and its characters are created by Rumiko Takahashi. This fanfiction had been written for entertainment purposes only and without intention of infringing upon any copyright.

 

A/N: Thanks for reading and reviewing this story! Yup, the next chapter is up, at long last. I was stuck at the lemon part, but thanks to Lazy_Wolf from AFF, who fed me a lemon plot bunny for this chapter, and Kagehime who guilt-ed me into updating, here it is…

 

 

A Mere Digression Part 4- by elle6778

 

 

Once the sun had completed its descent into the horizon, the forest began its journey into the night as the traveling group set up camp. The newly built burning fire crackled merrily, supplying them with some light in the dark forest.

 

Having dealt with dinner, Kagome sat staring at the fire with Shippou seated beside her. The kitsune rarely left her side nowadays, she thought with a small smile before she glanced around. Sango and Miroku were some distance away, trying to fix a small damage done to Hiraikotsu in their last battle with some random youkai. As always, Inuyasha was nowhere to be seen. With some amount of resignation, Kagome decided that he must have gone off either to find Kikyo, or to simply sit down to brood like he usually did nowadays.

 

It was just as well he was not around.

 

Because it was that time again.

 

Once again, Kagome could feel the pressing tingle in her lower regions. She immediately flushed with embarrassment when she remembered what she had done just last two nights in the hotsprings. It was an understatement to say that she was severely embarrassed by what she had to do. But it could not be helped. Sesshoumaru was right, she should not involve others.

 

Under the cover of darkness, she had sunk into the hot water and reached down, remembering what Sesshoumaru had `taught' her. Remembering what he had looked like when he added his own finger to hers. The image of his molted gold eyes and the slight flush around his magenta marking had been firmly burnt in her mind. Recalling how his low, but forceful voice had sounded and felt against her cheeks, it had taken only a short while before her inner muscles convulsed around her own fingers.

 

Like the last time with Sesshoumaru, finding release had helped a little, even though it did not stop fully stop her wanting more. But at least the affliction was more controllable. At least it allowed her to function somewhat normally on a daily basis.

 

But now, it seemed that the strength of her need was intensifying, for she had gone to the hotsprings for the last two nights in a row and she still had the urge to…

 

“Uh… Kagome?”

 

Drawn from her disturbing thoughts, she glanced around at the kit seated next to her. “Yes, Shippou?”

A pair of intelligent green eyes stared back at her. “You should... do something before Inuyasha gets back. He can sense it if he gets close enough.”

 

She blanched at the kitsune's words, and began to shift uncomfortably. Shippou, in her eyes, was still a kit even though he had been growing at an incredible rate over the past month or so. It was unsettling to hear him talk about such an intimate problem of hers. But at least he was tactful about it. She never knew that he could be tactful, nor act so maturely considering the circumstances. In fact, just yesterday he had walked in on one of her sessions to warn her that Inuyasha was searching for her, but not without making an inordinate amount of noise to alert her to his approach.

 

Giving the kitsune a strained smile, she mumbled, “I know.”

 

Obviously embarrassed, Shippou averted her eyes to stare into the fire.

 

Deciding to voice the question which had been plaguing her mind ever since Shippou began his growth spurt, she asked, “Ne, Shippou… How come you're suddenly growing so fast?”

 

Shippou's wide eyes snapped towards her, and then he glanced away almost guiltily, spiking her curiosity. Why should he look guilty at all for growing up? Could it be that there was something more to it, she wondered.

 

“Shippou?” she prompted softly. “You can tell me, you know.”

 

The flames reflected in his green eyes as he continued to stare into the fire. Then haltingly, he said, “You will hate me if I tell you.”

 

Kagome blinked. She did not know what she had expected him to say, but this was definitely not it. He sounded so upset at the idea of her hating him, she thought with a small smile. Considering how much support he had given her over the last months, she was surprised that he would even think of such a thing.

 

Turning away from him to study the dancing flames, Kagome murmured, “You know, Shippou… Everyone kept asking me about what happened, but I just couldn't tell them. And I felt so guilty because of it. I still do. But you've always been there even though I'd never explained everything to you. And I never really thanked you properly for it.”

 

He glanced up at her, and then flashed her an understanding smile. “It's alright,” he assured her, pulling up his knees to wrap his arms around them.

 

“So, whatever secret you're keeping, it's okay if you don't feel comfortable telling me. I was just curious, that's all,” she finished with a shrug.

 

Shippou took a deep breath, as if he just reached a decision. “You're right. I've been growing real fast recently.” He paused for a moment before he continued, “I'm not really a kit anymore.”

 

Confused, Kagome simply waited for him to continue.

 

“Youkai… Each youkai grows at a different rate. I don't know why. But in my case, I'd wanted to remain a kit.”

 

She could not help but ask, “Why?”

 

The corner of his lips curled slightly, then he lowered his eyes to his knees. “I suppose because I like to be… spoilt.”

 

A gasp of astonishment escaped her before it turned into a chuckle. Knowing that she probably should not laugh, Kagome quickly slapped her hand to her lips.

 

Shippou grinned at her. “It worked, right?”

 

This time, she let out her laughter. Vaguely, she realized that this was the first time she was laughing genuinely in a long time. “I suppose it did,” she admitted between chuckles. “So, how old are you, actually?”

 

His forehead scrunched up in thought. “I don't remember exactly. But when I was born, the Shikon no-Tama had disappeared for a few decades. I think I'm maybe around twenty human years.”

 

Kagome's eyes bulged. Images of Shippou laying on her lap and her cuddling Shippou against her chest instantly came to mind. Sputtering in disbelief, she squeaked, “Twenty? Shippou! You're older than I am?”

 

Shippou blinked. “Maybe nineteen?” he ventured tentatively.

 

Groaning, Kagome buried her face in her hands. All this time she had treated Shippou like a kid, when in fact he was older than she was. No wonder he knew so much about what was happening to her. He had to, after living so many years.

 

A small hand patted her shoulders and she looked up to find Shippou giving her a sheepish smile. “I'm sorry, Kagome.”

 

“Don't worry about it,” she said weakly. She still could not believe it. “So, now you're catching up?”

 

He nodded.

 

“Why?”

 

The smile disappeared from his face to be replaced by a thoughtful frown and once again, he averted his gaze. Something was obviously bothering him.

 

“Shippou?”

 

Indecision crossed his still-chubby face before he spoke. “I want to grow up now.” When he turned to her, his green eyes were blazing with determination. “I want to be able to protect you.”

 

Kagome's breath hitched in her throat. Shippou's words touched her, making her realize the depth of his care for her. He had thrown away his selfish desire to remain a child to protect her.

 

“Shippou…” she faltered, unsure of what she should say.

 

“Go to the hotsprings. I'll keep watch for you,” Shippou said, looking somewhat embarrassed.

 

Their conversation had distracted her from her need, but now that Shippou had mentioned it, she realized that she had better go take care of her little problem.

 

And so she found herself heading towards the hotsprings again. Her friends must be wondering why she took so many baths these days and she was worried that one of them might find out what she was doing. Her cheeks heated at the thought. Even in her future Japan, such things were not discussed openly, let alone in the Feudal Era. She could not imagine how they would react. Whatever it was, she was certain that the shame would be like nothing she had ever experienced before.

 

Pausing at the edge of the hotsprings, Kagome stood staring at the steaming water. Slowly, almost without her notice, a drop of hot tear trailed down the side of her cheek.

 

She was so tired of hiding. So tired of deceiving her friends. Her innate sense of honesty refused to allow her peace and so, with each lie, she shrank inwards further. With each lie, her smile grew more forced, her voice grew more brittle. When would this all end? How could she get rid of the poison from her system? Was it simply a matter of time and she just had to wait it out?

 

How long, though?

 

With a heavy sigh, she dashed the tears away from her cheeks and stripped away her clothes. Soon, she was submerged in the hot water up to her neck.

 

 

…***…***…***…

 

 

Fate must have something against him.

 

For nothing else could explain why he once again detected the miko's presence.

 

He had gone out of his way to avoid temptation in the past few weeks. But she made it truly difficult for him to do so. He was aware that she had not done it deliberately. It was simply because both him and her companions were following the same route in tracking down Naraku.

 

Coming across her in the hotsprings for the third time in just as many days since their last encounter, however, was ridiculous. And highly troubling. Not to mention torturous for his already deprived body.

 

Especially considering what she was doing.

 

Still, for the third time in just as many nights, his eyes refused to leave the sight before him. It was truly appalling that a mere human was causing such a reaction in him. He should be disgusted by what he was seeing, but his body refused to agree.

 

She was standing on the back, slowly stripping off her attire. The white top left her followed by the green wrapping around her hips, revealing her form to his gaze. Then she slipped off her odd-looking chest binding, allowing it to flutter to the ground.

 

Her naked form glowed in the moonlight, enticing him, beckoning him. As it had done the last few times, her pure scent mixed with a smoldering hint of arousal taunted him, daring him to approach. Daring him to sink himself into her and abandon his senses to the feel of her tight heat until he roared his completion into the night.

 

Sesshoumaru gritted his teeth, forcing himself to remain still even as his body began to react to his thoughts. He would not give in to this carnal desire. His prior aberrations had been enough. There was no need to compound his mistakes.

 

However, it appeared that sheer will was not enough to suppress his desire. For nothing else explained why his feet made its way towards her, completely without his consent.

 

Before he knew it, he was standing right behind her. He saw her shoulders tense the moment she realized that there was someone behind her, but strangely enough, she did not turn around. His brows furrowed slightly. Did she know that it was him? Or was she did not care as long as someone was there to satisfy her urge? To his puzzlement, he felt a twinge of annoyance at the notion.

 

“You did not run. Is your need so strong that you would rut with any available male?” he asked quietly.

 

A moment of silence passed before she spoke. “I know it's you, Sesshoumaru.”

 

“Hn.”

 

His attention was drawn to the smooth slope of her shoulders, bathed in the hazy moonlight. She stood still before him as he trailed a hand down her bare arm, feeling the rise of goosebumps against the tips of his fingers. A strangled sigh escaped her when he left her arm to slide his palm over the silky skin of her stomach.

 

His entire body vibrated with anticipation as he slid up slowly, knowing what he would encounter soon. This time, a needy moan rang through the air when he cupped her breast and squeezed it. Her nipple hardened under his palm, urging him to turn her around so that he could see his hand against her pale skin. To look into her eyes as he continued to touch her.

 

“I...”

 

“Do not speak,” he warned quietly.

 

“I need to.”

 

“It can wait.”

 

“No!” she protested with surprising vehemence. “I need so say it.”

 

He waited for her to continue, resigned to the fact that she would not relent until she had said what she wished to say.

 

She took a deep breath, and he almost groaned out loud when her naked backside pressed against his growing length. “Sesshoumaru, I don't mean to involve you in this. I've done what you… taught me. But… it's… it's not going away.”

 

“Hn.”

 

Sesshoumaru closed his eyes as the images of her pleasing herself for the last two nights flashed over his mind. Head thrown back, glistening breasts arched up into the sky, she had gasped his name in completion. HIS name. He choked back a growl of masculine pride, telling himself that it was ridiculous to concern himself with her fantasies. That it was completely unacceptable to take her gesture as a compliment.

 

Still, it was clear that his mind and his body were not cooperating when it came to her. For what else could explain his current actions? Perhaps this time he should give in fully, to satisfy his lust for every inch of her skin. To touch and taste every dip and arch without the restraint he had imposed on himself during their previous encounters. This time, he would allow himself to lose the restraint and lose his senses in the act. Perhaps then, he would be rid of this bothersome craving for her.

 

Mind made up, his body began to thrum in anticipation. His fingers tightened around her breast before shifting to the other one, instantly finding and rolling her stiff nipple between his fingers. A strangled gasp came from her as her hands flew up to grip his wrist, and then pressed back against his groin. Stifling a groan, he pushed towards her, grinding his throbbing arousal against her rounded backside.

 

Suddenly impatient for more, Sesshoumaru spun her around and lifted her onto a flat, waist-height rock. Her eyes flew wide, meeting his, forcing him to grit his teeth to control himself at the sight of the fevered lust shining in those brown orbs.

 

“S-Sesshoumaru?”

 

Tearing his eyes away when he realized that he was staring, Sesshoumaru fixed his attention on the pair of breasts he had been playing with earlier. The erect pink nipples stared back at him, beckoning him, taunting him to taste them.

 

He gave in to the desire, cursing himself as he did so, knowing that her taste would remain with him long after this encounter. But all thoughts of self-recrimination left his mind when the taste of her skin exploded on his tongue. She released a half-gasp half-shriek when he suckled her hard for the first time, only pulling back to flick the tip of his tongue repeatedly against her rigid nipple.

 

He heard a growl which sounded like his own when her fingers tangled in his hair, flexing against his scalp. Sliding his hand behind her to hold her still, he caught her other nipple in his teeth and slowly slid the length of his tongue over it, drawing a strangled moan from her.

 

Mind hazing quickly at the rising scent of her arousal, he nipped around her breasts, leaving red marks before he trailed down her body. Her stomach quivered under his lips, and shivers ran up his spine in reaction. Growling low in his throat, he descended lower, absently realizing that the smoldering scent of her arousal was growing even stronger now.

 

He straightened abruptly, pulling his hand away from her back, allowing her to fall onto her back on the rock. His clothes were disposed of swiftly, left in a pile of white silk beside them, leaving him completely nude. Without pause, he pushed her knees up on the rock and apart, completely exposing her wet pink folds to his gaze. Shallow breaths left him as he trailed his eyes up from those folds to her heaving chests and then her flushed face.

 

He watched as her attention wandered from his face to scan down his body with obvious hunger, telling him clearly that she appreciated the view. A moment of masculine smugness coursed through him before it was replaced by the discomfort of realizing that he was allowing this human to view him in such a manner. He had not undressed completely during their previous encounters, but this time, he wished to feel her skin against his.

 

“Sesshoumaru… I…”

 

“Do not speak,” he murmured as his hand trailed from her knee down the inside of her trembling thigh.

 

Her glistening pink folds quivered in anticipation as his fingers hovered over them. Bent close to the juncture between her legs, he could see her slick fluids seeping out, dripping onto the rock. She was more than ready, but he was adamant that this time, he would satisfy each and every one of his craving before he sank his throbbing member into her depth.

 

With that thought, he captured her swollen clit between his fingers and began to rub. She immediately reared off the rock, releasing a throaty moan which sounded like his name, sending a sharp jolt of desire straight to his groin. Suppressing the groan with threatened to escape, Sesshoumaru released her clit to trail two fingers down her slit, coating himself with her slick fluids.

 

And then he sank his fingers into her hot, silken depth.

 

This time, a choked scream broke from her lips as she arched off the rock once again. When he began to pump in and out of her wet depth, her hips ground into his hands while the rest of her body writhed erratically. Their eyes met, and Sesshoumaru felt another wash of molten heat at the look in hers.

 

“Sesshoumaru, please…” she gasped. “I need… I need more… Please…”

 

His mouth went dry at her needy tone, and he forcibly held his own desire in check even though her pleads came close to snapping his fraying control. There was one more thing he wished to do. There was one more thing he wished to indulge in and he would not stop until he was satisfied that he had enough.

 

Breaking their gaze, he lowered his head and flicked his tongue out, right above his own fingers. A cry pierced the air. This time, her forceful jerk almost forced his fingers out.

 

“Be still,” he ground out, withdrawing and then pushing his fingers hard into her as a punishment.

 

A whimper was the only answer he received. Returning his attention to her beckoning folds, he breathed in her scent and began to lap at her clit rapidly, tasting her juices on his tongue. Her thighs shook but she was obviously trying to obey him by not moving. Growling against her flesh in approval of her submission, Sesshoumaru continued to pump his two fingers in and out of her as his lips closed around her nub to suck rhythmically.

 

Soon her walls were tightening around his fingers, and Sesshoumaru knew that she was close. Her breath was turning into pants as she thrashed side to side, choked moans and gasps breaking from her lips. At the obvious signs, Sesshoumaru drove his fingers deeper into her, pumping hard. Gently clamping her swollen clit between his teeth, he flicked his tongue rapidly against the tip, urging her closer to completion.

 

A choke scream rend the air as her muscles convulsed around his fingers, the sucking motion making him groan out loud even as he lapped up her release.

 

Soon, his movements stilled and he straightened to look at her. Face flushed, she was staring at him with a hazy look of satisfaction, but there was no mistaking the slight furrow between her brows.

 

“Sesshoumaru… You didn't…”

 

“It's not over.”

 

Her eyes widened at his statement, and Sesshoumaru had to suppress a smirk when he caught the scent of her renewed arousal. Was she naturally such an insatiable creature or was her reaction simply the product of the poison in her body? Whichever one it was, it did not matter to him. He would simply allow himself to truly indulge in this one last time.

 

Her legs were still parted, her now dripping centre exposed to him, ready for him. Reaching down, he grasped his painfully aroused length, running a thumb over the head to find it already coated thickly with his own fluids. Bending down slightly, he aligned himself with her slit, hearing her gasp as he made contact. Slowly, almost mesmerizing himself with the sight and motion, Sesshoumaru slid the head of his arousal up and down her wet centre, watching as her juices glistened upon his tip.

 

Their eyes met then, and right at that instant, Sesshoumaru pushed in. Her folds parted around him, enveloping him, sucking him in. As he strained to suppress the groan which threatened to escape him, he saw her eyes shooting wide open as she let out a choked moan.

 

Not wishing to wait any longer, he began to move within her, slowly at first, and then faster. Her eyes closed, she pushed against him, meeting him thrust for thrust. Then those words came out of his mouth, without his consent.

 

“Open your eyes,” he growled, driving his length harder into her.

 

Gasping, her eyes shot open, fixing onto his. The gleaming lust in those brown orbs sent another jolt of molted heat through him and Sesshoumaru drove himself harder into her. Was this why he wished for her to look at him?

 

Wanting to bury himself deeper, he reached his arm around her back and lifted her without withdrawing. Swiftly, he repositioned them so that she was straddling his lap while he sat on the rock. Her arms came around him, gripping his shoulders tight as she ground herself onto him, her eyes half-hooded as she bit her bottom lip. Muffled cries came from her, urging him on as he stared at her flushed face.

 

Then, gritting his teeth together so that he did not do something he regretted, Sesshoumaru pressed his lips to the pulse against her neck as he continued to thrust upwards repeatedly, his arm tightening around her waist as he did so. His blood was pounding erratically through his veins and his mind was clouded with the strength of such desire that he had never felt before. And when her walls began to clamp around him tightly, he pulled back and then pressed his lips to hers, swallowing her cries of completion.

 

Absently, he realized that he had just kissed her for the first time. But before he could consider the implication of his action, his shuddered with the sensation of her constricting walls around his aching member.

 

Sensing his own release, Sesshoumaru drove up into her with growing urgency. It did not take long for him to reach the peak. The explosion which came almost blinded him with its intensity, and a growl of satisfaction burst from his lips. He could feel himself spurting into her once, twice, and then he lost count as the pleasurable sensation skated up and down his body.

 

Then the only sound he could hear was his own thundering heartbeat. To his consternation, he found himself unable to move, wishing to remain there buried in her heat, with her breast pressed against his chest. Knowing that he should not remain in that position for long, he compromised by pulling slightly away from her, detaching their upper bodies but leaving the lower ones connected.

 

Their eyes met.

 

“I… um…” she faltered, her eyes shifting uncertainly. Then she took a deep breath. “I'm sorry to drag you into this again.” Her voice was sincere, and held no deception.

 

“Hn.”

 

She averted her eyes completely. “Thank you… again, for… helping.”

 

An odd feeling tightened his chest at her words, but Sesshoumaru simply stared down at the female in his arms. He did not know how to respond to her. It did not help that his mind was still clouded from the strength of his release.

 

A sudden sound from the distance caught his attention. Eyes widening when he realized who was approaching, Sesshoumaru instantly lifted the miko up, hissing as her wet walls slid against him. Standing up, he tightened his arm around her and jumped into the hotsprings.

 

When he released her, she shook the water out of her face and stared at him in bewilderment. “Sesshoumaru? What-” she gasped.

 

“Be quiet,” he hissed. “Unless you wish for Inuyasha to discover you in this state.”

 

Her eyes widened in alarm. “H-He's here?” she whispered apprehensively.

 

“Hn.”

Despising the manner in which he had to handle this situation, Sesshoumaru stood up and pulled the miko with him deeper into the hotsprings. Part of him balked at the notion that he was hiding, almost running from his hanyou brother. But another part of him insisted that this was necessary, seeing that Inuyasha would certainly not take this well. Strangely enough, it was not so much Inuyasha's reaction that concerned him, but the result of the hanyou's reaction towards the miko.

 

In fact, knowing all this made Sesshoumaru wonder why he even allowed himself to be caught in such a situation. For he could blame no one but himself for approaching the miko. It was clear that she was still unable to control her lust, but how should he justify his own weakness?

 

“Cleanse yourself,” Sesshoumaru instructed.

 

Her expression displayed her anxiety as she glanced around the hotsprings. “I can't believe this is happening,” she groaned, cupping some water in her palms to wash herself. “Inuyasha would kill me.”

 

“He will not know.”

 

She grimaced. “I hope so,” she muttered as she continued to wash herself.

 

Sesshoumaru watched, transfixed by the trickles of water which trailed silvery lines down her naked skin, only to end up as ripples circling her rosy peaks. It was fortunate that she was too preoccupied with her distress to notice the direction of his attention. It would not do for her to realize that he had been staring.

 

Dragging his eyes away, he dipped fully into the water and swam a distance away before he resurfaced. He turned around to find that the miko had paused in her motions. Instead, she was staring at him with an expression which could only be described as troubled.

 

“I'm sorry to drag you into this again,” she repeated quietly.

 

His lips thinned in annoyance. Her habit of apologizing repeatedly was beginning to grate upon him. Where was the feistiness that he had come to expect from her from their past encounters, those encounters before the fateful day of her poisoning?

 

“Do not apologize. This…” He gestured at the bank before he continued, “… would not have occurred if you were left to your own devices.”

 

Her lips parted in astonishment, but before she could respond, Sesshoumaru decided that it was time to leave. Inuyasha was drawing closer to them and he did not wish for a confrontation. At least not of this nature. Much as he enjoyed taunting his half brother, Sesshoumaru knew that the subject of the miko was not an appropriate one to exploit.

 

 

…***…***…***…

 

 

Kagome could only stare, almost mesmerized, as Sesshoumaru stepped out of the water dressed on the other side of the bank. And then, without a backward glance, he disappeared into the darkness of the forest.

 

Biting her lips, she quickly continued to scrub herself, hoping that it was enough to remove any telltale signs of their encounter.

 

He had been the one who initiated it this time and for obvious reasons, she had been unable to resist. But did she want to resist in the first place, considering that her thoughts during her private moments consisted of no one else but him? And considering the intensity of their most recent encounter, she was sure that she would find it hard to think of anyone else but him.

 

The first two times had been almost violent, but this time, it was different. This time, it almost seemed as if Sesshoumaru wanted to touch every part of her with his fingers and tongue. A flush rose up her face when she remembered how he had brought her to her first orgasm, and then the heated look on his face when he told her to open her eyes. And this time, he had kissed her. She had been too far gone by that time to process the fact, but now that she thought about it, it was the first time she had touched his lips.

 

Her shoulders slumped as she paused in her washing. Although Sesshoumaru seemed willing enough, it did not excuse her from giving in to her urges. What she was doing with Sesshoumaru was not right. She was in no illusion that neither of them had wanted something like this to happen in the first place. But they had been pulled together and now, it looked like they had fallen into some strange trap.

 

Unable to escape.

 

Unable to forget.

 

What was she doing to herself?

 

What was Sesshoumaru doing to himself?

 

“Kagome?”

 

The familiar voice instantly jolted her out of her thoughts. She glanced up to find Inuyasha standing at the bank, staring at her with complete disregard for her nudity. A furious Shippou was struggling his side, held by his neck.

 

“Let me go, Inuyasha!” the kitsune shouted angrily. “I told you she was bathing!”

 

With a shriek of embarrassment, she turned her back to him and dunked back into the water.

 

“Go away, Inuyasha!” she screamed.

 

Nothing but silence greeted her. Alarmed by Inuyasha's uncharacteristic lack of response, she quickly glanced over her shoulders to find him still staring at her, this time with a look of disbelief. She quickly turned away as her heart began to beat faster. Why was he looking at her like that? Did he suspect something? After all, she and Sesshoumaru had had sex not far from where Inuyasha was standing.

 

Then his voice reached her. “Get out and put your clothes on. I'll wait for you in the forest.” He sounded strained.

 

Gulping, Kagome willed herself to remain calm.

 

Did Inuyasha suspect something?

 

 

…***…***…***…

 

 

A/N: Hopefully, my hentai-muse would cooperate and come up with some more ideas for lemons, otherwise, I'm afraid the next chapter will be lemon-less, lol. I guess it is up to you readers, really. Do you want the next chapter up faster, but without lemons, or wait until a lemony plot comes up? Please review and let me know.

 

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