InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Hedonism ❯ Tented and Wet ( Chapter 8 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: abraxas_ren 
(Inuyasha, Naraku) [It's actually 'tame' by my standards.] S: Inuyasha 'suffers' through a special dream about Naraku. But is it a dream?
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 06.28.2008 | Pages: 1 | Words: 459 | Visits: 1.5K | Status: Completed
(Inuyasha, Naraku) [It's actually 'tame' by my standards.] S: Inuyasha 'suffers' through a special dream about Naraku. But is it a dream?
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 06.28.2008 | Pages: 1 | Words: 459 | Visits: 1.5K | Status: Completed
"Tented and Wet" by Abraxas (2008-06-22)
The tentacles. So many, so many. Swatting, probing, wrapping - around his arms, his waist, his legs. There was not a part of his body free of the grip.
And that was the worst part of it.
Not the unexpected attack, the sudden capture. Not the fear when his clothes were torn off, the terror when is body was violated. It was the feel of those icy cold tentacles battering his skin and awaking that arousal between his legs!
The urge, burning at the tip of his cock, itched for fulfillment. Neither rage nor disgust softened the intensity of the need. Aghast, he could not fathom the mindless, incontrollable reaction of his body.
How could it be that he wanted that touch?
He, Inuyasha, wanted it!
"Cry out my name," the voice of the enemy slithered out of the abyss.
"I won't give you that pleasure!"
Teasing Inuyasha with kisses, Naraku watched the reactions of that contact, with satisfaction and fascination. The throbbing, the shivering, and the deep, red hue flashing across the hanyou's face - the embarrassment at the realization that control was lost, wrestled away without resistance by the power of lips against flesh. There could be no struggle against it, the victim's defiance crumbled, overwhelmed by the lust fed by the teeth and tongue and the monster could not help but laugh at that male display of vulnerability.
Naraku devoured the length of the half-breed.
Tongue with teeth massaged his tip. He knew nothing pure and innocent was capable of extracting such pleasure. He struggled against the tentacles but the restraints did not budge. He thrashed, he writhed, he yelped - agonized - yet nothing stopped the lips and their rhythmic oral stroking that consumed, like flame, the whole of his manhood.
And then, with a frenzy, Inuyasha lost the last shreds of control -
His cock, sore with toothmarks, wagged, it throbbed up and down, it squeezed with orgasmic pulses his cum out of his tip and onto a mess across Naraku's face.
"Naraku!" he shouted.
He felt the bursts exploding while gasping and shaking with each and every wad that boiled up form his balls.
"Damn you!" he cried while awakening still in that haze of cuming.
When it was finished he was breathless - weak - as the echoes of the orgasm slowly faded.
He cursed at his pants: the fabric was tented and wet.
Then the wind stirred with the whisper of the enemy: "Sweet dreams, Inuyasha!"
(~430)
The tentacles. So many, so many. Swatting, probing, wrapping - around his arms, his waist, his legs. There was not a part of his body free of the grip.
And that was the worst part of it.
Not the unexpected attack, the sudden capture. Not the fear when his clothes were torn off, the terror when is body was violated. It was the feel of those icy cold tentacles battering his skin and awaking that arousal between his legs!
The urge, burning at the tip of his cock, itched for fulfillment. Neither rage nor disgust softened the intensity of the need. Aghast, he could not fathom the mindless, incontrollable reaction of his body.
How could it be that he wanted that touch?
He, Inuyasha, wanted it!
"Cry out my name," the voice of the enemy slithered out of the abyss.
"I won't give you that pleasure!"
Teasing Inuyasha with kisses, Naraku watched the reactions of that contact, with satisfaction and fascination. The throbbing, the shivering, and the deep, red hue flashing across the hanyou's face - the embarrassment at the realization that control was lost, wrestled away without resistance by the power of lips against flesh. There could be no struggle against it, the victim's defiance crumbled, overwhelmed by the lust fed by the teeth and tongue and the monster could not help but laugh at that male display of vulnerability.
Naraku devoured the length of the half-breed.
Tongue with teeth massaged his tip. He knew nothing pure and innocent was capable of extracting such pleasure. He struggled against the tentacles but the restraints did not budge. He thrashed, he writhed, he yelped - agonized - yet nothing stopped the lips and their rhythmic oral stroking that consumed, like flame, the whole of his manhood.
And then, with a frenzy, Inuyasha lost the last shreds of control -
His cock, sore with toothmarks, wagged, it throbbed up and down, it squeezed with orgasmic pulses his cum out of his tip and onto a mess across Naraku's face.
"Naraku!" he shouted.
He felt the bursts exploding while gasping and shaking with each and every wad that boiled up form his balls.
"Damn you!" he cried while awakening still in that haze of cuming.
When it was finished he was breathless - weak - as the echoes of the orgasm slowly faded.
He cursed at his pants: the fabric was tented and wet.
Then the wind stirred with the whisper of the enemy: "Sweet dreams, Inuyasha!"
(~430)