InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Hedonism ❯ Do It With Your Tongue, Again, Hojo Akitoki! ( Chapter 25 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: abraxas_ren 
(Koga/Hojo) [pwp, fluffy dirty nasty love] S: Hojo is transfixed by the sight f naked Koga; his eyes wander all over Koga's flesh while his mind fantasizes about it. It's all 100% unadulterated wolf love :D
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 11.12.2008 | Updated On: 11.12.2008 | Pages: 1 | Words: 856 | Visits: 806 | Status: Completed
(Koga/Hojo) [pwp, fluffy dirty nasty love] S: Hojo is transfixed by the sight f naked Koga; his eyes wander all over Koga's flesh while his mind fantasizes about it. It's all 100% unadulterated wolf love :D
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 11.12.2008 | Updated On: 11.12.2008 | Pages: 1 | Words: 856 | Visits: 806 | Status: Completed
“Do It With Your Tongue, Again, Hojo Akitoki!” by Abraxas (2008-11-05)
There was no beginning that could be remembered. It was - it just was - and perhaps it would be always. Slowly emerging into reality, evolving moment by moment. That vision! By the gods - that image! Whose features, overt and cloaked, stunned the mind with its beauty.
It seemed the universe was created by its existence. It could not be otherwise - what cruel and unjust torment that would be - a world without that, where that could not be touched or seen or enjoyed, such a world was unendurable! It would be pointless to be alive!
Eyes were drawn to its waist. Exposed, its skin tinted warm electric shades, its muscles cut by well-defined and deep lines, it ached to be ravaged. The body tensed and relaxed, its frame was lapped by the water of the lake, from breath to breath. The warmth of that skin, those muscles, smooth yet powerful, what agony to imagine savoring its texture!
Upward and upward eyes drifted.
From the stomach to the chest. Supple flat pectorals. Nipples the color of bark. The bulge of those muscles demanded to be squeezed. The teats of that flesh needed to be bitten. The impulses could not be denied! The torso had to be massaged, its features had to be explored by fingers eager for adventure while kips washed the frame of that body with kisses.
The fantasy was jolted when hands reached into the lake and scooped its water.
The palms, arched into cups, slapped the fluid onto the chest - it splattered like a spray of semen then it trickled along the contours of the muscles. The water, its virginity lost by the contact, left beads throughout the skin that resembled sweat. And it was not difficult to think it was the warm, salty dew exuded by a body thrusting to the rhythm of wild animal passion!
The hands repeated the rinse - now, though, the eyes wandered about the shape of the arms. Strong, hard arms! How many breaths were spent dreaming about such arms? Wishing to be wrapped and caressed by them. Feeling their muscles flex. Rubbing and groping their skin.
How many stories could be written about long cold nights warmed by the contact of such arms?
The body stood and exposed what the water concealed.
Eyes again stared with disbelief. Little by little the details broke through the haze of shock.
A tangle of short curly hair between thighs. It adorned the base of the penis. The tiny, soft organ lay as if asleep between the gonads of the sack; its foreskin covered its head like a blanket. The flesh between the legs was smooth yet rugged and colored like the nipples.
The penis stirred. Its length seemed to grow and shrink by spurts. Soon it expanded wider and longer. Gradually it pointed upward, twitching and jumping, until it was level to the lake. The foreskin, stretched by the very swollen head, retracted just enough to expose the glans. The organ, aroused awake into erection, trembled with a sharp and rapid pulse.
Oh, what pleasures could be unlocked by that expression of manhood! The mind was overwhelmed by fantasy. Thoughts of hands grasping that shaft, fingers stroking that flesh. Thoughts of what it felt like to be touching its glans oozing its juices while foreskin was rolling back and forth across its tip. An exotic mixture of smooth and rough textures - its each and every detail required lifetimes to contemplate!
But it was not enough just to imagine!
Eyes wanted to see that penis erupting!
Hands wanted to feel that tip squirting!
“Hojo?” that image asked - and the sound of its voice broke the spell. “You know you don’t have to stare...you like it, what you see, don’t you?”
Hojo gazed at the face of Koga - a sly, knowing smirk was painted across the wolf’s face.
Without hesitation the man met the demon’s lips with a kiss.
The wolf embraced the samurai’s wet and naked body.
“Hmmm, I was going to ask if you wanted to help,” said Koga as he raised the soap out of the lake. “You just keep staring like your raping me with your eyes!”
Hojo laughed while rubbing along Koga’s chest wide lengthening circles that ended with his hands atop the demon’s thighs - the wolf’s other tail was twitching with delight.
“I want every part of you, all of you, everything! I want to hold you everywhere! My wolf! I can’t get enough -“
Koga blushed and kissed Hojo.
“Then - then - can you wash me again, Hojo, with your tongue like last time, please, oh, please!” Koga begged. “It makes me feel like such a wolf!”
(787)
There was no beginning that could be remembered. It was - it just was - and perhaps it would be always. Slowly emerging into reality, evolving moment by moment. That vision! By the gods - that image! Whose features, overt and cloaked, stunned the mind with its beauty.
It seemed the universe was created by its existence. It could not be otherwise - what cruel and unjust torment that would be - a world without that, where that could not be touched or seen or enjoyed, such a world was unendurable! It would be pointless to be alive!
Eyes were drawn to its waist. Exposed, its skin tinted warm electric shades, its muscles cut by well-defined and deep lines, it ached to be ravaged. The body tensed and relaxed, its frame was lapped by the water of the lake, from breath to breath. The warmth of that skin, those muscles, smooth yet powerful, what agony to imagine savoring its texture!
Upward and upward eyes drifted.
From the stomach to the chest. Supple flat pectorals. Nipples the color of bark. The bulge of those muscles demanded to be squeezed. The teats of that flesh needed to be bitten. The impulses could not be denied! The torso had to be massaged, its features had to be explored by fingers eager for adventure while kips washed the frame of that body with kisses.
The fantasy was jolted when hands reached into the lake and scooped its water.
The palms, arched into cups, slapped the fluid onto the chest - it splattered like a spray of semen then it trickled along the contours of the muscles. The water, its virginity lost by the contact, left beads throughout the skin that resembled sweat. And it was not difficult to think it was the warm, salty dew exuded by a body thrusting to the rhythm of wild animal passion!
The hands repeated the rinse - now, though, the eyes wandered about the shape of the arms. Strong, hard arms! How many breaths were spent dreaming about such arms? Wishing to be wrapped and caressed by them. Feeling their muscles flex. Rubbing and groping their skin.
How many stories could be written about long cold nights warmed by the contact of such arms?
The body stood and exposed what the water concealed.
Eyes again stared with disbelief. Little by little the details broke through the haze of shock.
A tangle of short curly hair between thighs. It adorned the base of the penis. The tiny, soft organ lay as if asleep between the gonads of the sack; its foreskin covered its head like a blanket. The flesh between the legs was smooth yet rugged and colored like the nipples.
The penis stirred. Its length seemed to grow and shrink by spurts. Soon it expanded wider and longer. Gradually it pointed upward, twitching and jumping, until it was level to the lake. The foreskin, stretched by the very swollen head, retracted just enough to expose the glans. The organ, aroused awake into erection, trembled with a sharp and rapid pulse.
Oh, what pleasures could be unlocked by that expression of manhood! The mind was overwhelmed by fantasy. Thoughts of hands grasping that shaft, fingers stroking that flesh. Thoughts of what it felt like to be touching its glans oozing its juices while foreskin was rolling back and forth across its tip. An exotic mixture of smooth and rough textures - its each and every detail required lifetimes to contemplate!
But it was not enough just to imagine!
Eyes wanted to see that penis erupting!
Hands wanted to feel that tip squirting!
“Hojo?” that image asked - and the sound of its voice broke the spell. “You know you don’t have to stare...you like it, what you see, don’t you?”
Hojo gazed at the face of Koga - a sly, knowing smirk was painted across the wolf’s face.
Without hesitation the man met the demon’s lips with a kiss.
The wolf embraced the samurai’s wet and naked body.
“Hmmm, I was going to ask if you wanted to help,” said Koga as he raised the soap out of the lake. “You just keep staring like your raping me with your eyes!”
Hojo laughed while rubbing along Koga’s chest wide lengthening circles that ended with his hands atop the demon’s thighs - the wolf’s other tail was twitching with delight.
“I want every part of you, all of you, everything! I want to hold you everywhere! My wolf! I can’t get enough -“
Koga blushed and kissed Hojo.
“Then - then - can you wash me again, Hojo, with your tongue like last time, please, oh, please!” Koga begged. “It makes me feel like such a wolf!”
(787)