InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Hedonism ❯ Air: I Know the Taste of Your Forbidden Flavor ( Chapter 12 )
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By: abraxas_ren 
(Kagura/Mrs. Higurashi) [yuri] S: Mrs. Higurashi and Kagura share an intimate moment together.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 08.12.2008 | Updated On: 09.11.2008 | Pages: 1 | Words: 451 | Visits: 1.2K | Status: Completed
(Kagura/Mrs. Higurashi) [yuri] S: Mrs. Higurashi and Kagura share an intimate moment together.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 08.12.2008 | Updated On: 09.11.2008 | Pages: 1 | Words: 451 | Visits: 1.2K | Status: Completed
"Air: I Know the Taste of Your Forbidden Flavor!" by Abraxas (2008-08-09)
Waving, they said good-bye without words. The daughter left the mother and vanished into that well. A gale then a flash and the woman was alone.
Higurashi's eyes swelled with tear. She could not endure the vastness of that temple by herself. Again. It was just too melancholic. And, more and more, there was a sense growing about the compound, through its sparse and deserted effects, that it was a ghost-town. Haunted with the past.
Then came another queer gale. Frigid, chilling tendrils of air blew like a kiss across her face. It was unexpected and sudden but welcomed. Turning aside she was met by that demoness.
"My Spirit of the Air!" she exclaimed, falling upon the creature exhausted by emotion. "I miss you -- so much!"
Shielded by that abundance of trees, their lips met and their eyes gazed longingly into each other. When they parted to catch their breath the woman smiled while the demoness looked on as if through a void. There was something sad yet beautiful about the spirit's red-hued eyes. Just as there was something yearning to be expressed by the human's parted lips. Holding hands, they were drawn into embrace, two souls separated by time and space and comforted by each other.
"I wonder if you're real," the mother whispered.
It did not bother Higurashi that Kagura was different: love's power blinded those inconsistencies of Nature between humans and demons.
Behind a door, in the middle of the hut, the demoness's robes tumbled off, away. Exposed, the spirit allowed her breasts to be cupped. Then stroked. Then kissed. Their firmness blossomed at the tenderness of the attention. Their nipples, too, grew firm and erect until they moistened with a white, warm dew.
The woman licked the milk then suckled.
The spirit moaned, uttering fragments of words through excitement.
The creature pressed the human's face harder, deeper into her own, nurturing flesh. Her milk trickled while she shivered with each and every drop that hunger urged out of her body. She tensed, her face contorting with pain and pleasure, moaning and gasping, she climaxed with a rush of milk that splattered against the mother's face.
Together they remained bonded as the life of the temple echoed into the hut.
A gale rattled the door ajar and again Higurashi knew she was alone but with the taste of milk still fresh it would not be forever.
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Waving, they said good-bye without words. The daughter left the mother and vanished into that well. A gale then a flash and the woman was alone.
Higurashi's eyes swelled with tear. She could not endure the vastness of that temple by herself. Again. It was just too melancholic. And, more and more, there was a sense growing about the compound, through its sparse and deserted effects, that it was a ghost-town. Haunted with the past.
Then came another queer gale. Frigid, chilling tendrils of air blew like a kiss across her face. It was unexpected and sudden but welcomed. Turning aside she was met by that demoness.
"My Spirit of the Air!" she exclaimed, falling upon the creature exhausted by emotion. "I miss you -- so much!"
Shielded by that abundance of trees, their lips met and their eyes gazed longingly into each other. When they parted to catch their breath the woman smiled while the demoness looked on as if through a void. There was something sad yet beautiful about the spirit's red-hued eyes. Just as there was something yearning to be expressed by the human's parted lips. Holding hands, they were drawn into embrace, two souls separated by time and space and comforted by each other.
"I wonder if you're real," the mother whispered.
It did not bother Higurashi that Kagura was different: love's power blinded those inconsistencies of Nature between humans and demons.
Behind a door, in the middle of the hut, the demoness's robes tumbled off, away. Exposed, the spirit allowed her breasts to be cupped. Then stroked. Then kissed. Their firmness blossomed at the tenderness of the attention. Their nipples, too, grew firm and erect until they moistened with a white, warm dew.
The woman licked the milk then suckled.
The spirit moaned, uttering fragments of words through excitement.
The creature pressed the human's face harder, deeper into her own, nurturing flesh. Her milk trickled while she shivered with each and every drop that hunger urged out of her body. She tensed, her face contorting with pain and pleasure, moaning and gasping, she climaxed with a rush of milk that splattered against the mother's face.
Together they remained bonded as the life of the temple echoed into the hut.
A gale rattled the door ajar and again Higurashi knew she was alone but with the taste of milk still fresh it would not be forever.
(400)