InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Hedonism ❯ Fire: The Colors of Your Sex Spur Me Into Orgasm ( Chapter 13 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: abraxas_ren 
(Koga/Miroku) [yaoi] S: Just Koga and Miroku alone in the woods - and with an animalistic urge to devour each other!
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 08.18.2008 | Pages: 1 | Words: 441 | Visits: 1.2K | Status: Completed
(Koga/Miroku) [yaoi] S: Just Koga and Miroku alone in the woods - and with an animalistic urge to devour each other!
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 08.18.2008 | Pages: 1 | Words: 441 | Visits: 1.2K | Status: Completed
"Fire: The Colors of Your Sex Spur Me Into Orgasm!" by Abraxas (2008-08-15)
Koga grasped Miroku by the ponytail. The wolf jumped atop the monk -- together they stumbled against a tree, its leaves scrapped their faces. Then their lips were upon lips. Then their hands were upon bodies. And the forest echoed their wild, agonized yelps of passion uttered through gasps.
They kissed as if to devour each other -- as though they were reality and the world was illusion -- so completely overwhelmed by that hunger of a love long-denied now realized.
The demon broke off the kiss while the human's hands continued that massing and groping of bare naked ass beneath furs. The wolf's fingers were busy, too, stroking that bulge tenting through robes. Eyes locked into each other as tightly as lips consuming with look and gaze the beauty of their features.
"I want you. All of you. Every last part of you."
Koga smiled while Miroku gasped when at last his naughty hands reached the creature's erection.
Koga shuddered, helplessly, at Miroku's touch.
Claws ripped fabric, robes and furs alike, which tumbled about feet.
Again the demon shuddered -- now at the sight of the human. It was so perfect! Smooth, hairless skin cut with muscles. It was so gorgeous! His hands could not help the urge roam and massage and explore the flesh. His lips could not fight the need to kiss everything from the lips, down the neck, between the ribs, to the erection that stood unashamed. Even the sack that hung tight and rough did not escape attention -- the ridges of its skin glinted wet with saliva. Yes, it, that body of Miroku, it demanded to be ravished!
And, there, between the monk's legs, there, the wolf found a rapture of pleasure he could not have fantasized possible with a pack of women. At the sight of it he almost fainted. At the feel of it he knew he could not endure the depravity of virginity . So smooth yet so hard, it trembled with a heartbeat of its own. He grasped it, devoured it.
Just the visceral reality of a cock sliding within his mouth boiled his seed -- it splattered out of his tip -- and he nipped, slightly, overwhelmed by a reflex to grit teeth.
Miroku yelped and withdrew.
Koga spat a mouthful of semen.
Soft and dirty with their love, wolf curled with monk, under the shadow of the tree.
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Koga grasped Miroku by the ponytail. The wolf jumped atop the monk -- together they stumbled against a tree, its leaves scrapped their faces. Then their lips were upon lips. Then their hands were upon bodies. And the forest echoed their wild, agonized yelps of passion uttered through gasps.
They kissed as if to devour each other -- as though they were reality and the world was illusion -- so completely overwhelmed by that hunger of a love long-denied now realized.
The demon broke off the kiss while the human's hands continued that massing and groping of bare naked ass beneath furs. The wolf's fingers were busy, too, stroking that bulge tenting through robes. Eyes locked into each other as tightly as lips consuming with look and gaze the beauty of their features.
"I want you. All of you. Every last part of you."
Koga smiled while Miroku gasped when at last his naughty hands reached the creature's erection.
Koga shuddered, helplessly, at Miroku's touch.
Claws ripped fabric, robes and furs alike, which tumbled about feet.
Again the demon shuddered -- now at the sight of the human. It was so perfect! Smooth, hairless skin cut with muscles. It was so gorgeous! His hands could not help the urge roam and massage and explore the flesh. His lips could not fight the need to kiss everything from the lips, down the neck, between the ribs, to the erection that stood unashamed. Even the sack that hung tight and rough did not escape attention -- the ridges of its skin glinted wet with saliva. Yes, it, that body of Miroku, it demanded to be ravished!
And, there, between the monk's legs, there, the wolf found a rapture of pleasure he could not have fantasized possible with a pack of women. At the sight of it he almost fainted. At the feel of it he knew he could not endure the depravity of virginity . So smooth yet so hard, it trembled with a heartbeat of its own. He grasped it, devoured it.
Just the visceral reality of a cock sliding within his mouth boiled his seed -- it splattered out of his tip -- and he nipped, slightly, overwhelmed by a reflex to grit teeth.
Miroku yelped and withdrew.
Koga spat a mouthful of semen.
Soft and dirty with their love, wolf curled with monk, under the shadow of the tree.
(400)