InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Romp! ❯ Sango, Will You Feel Like a Penis Inside of Me? ( Chapter 1 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: abraxas_ren 
(Miroku/Sango) Sango falls into Naraku's web and the spider decides to pleasure himself with the woman's vagina - is this what it means to be eating out????
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 11.02.2008 | Pages: 1 | Words: 345 | Visits: 914 | Status: Completed
(Miroku/Sango) Sango falls into Naraku's web and the spider decides to pleasure himself with the woman's vagina - is this what it means to be eating out????
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 11.02.2008 | Pages: 1 | Words: 345 | Visits: 914 | Status: Completed
"Sango, Will You Feel Like a Penis Inside of Me? " by Abraxas (2008-10-25)
How long ago she was trapped he did not know.
She was strong, despite that webbing, she was still fighting, still cursing.
Naraku laughed against Sango.
The spider peeled back layers of silk and revealed eyes. Lips, curled by anger, were suggested by the contours of the fabric. Thoughts about kissing emerged just to be dismissed. The slayer was too special, too powerful. It demanded a peculiar kind of attention.
"Let me lull you with a bite of love," he whispered.
Like a shadow he spread a darkness from her head to her legs. He tore the webbing about her crotch. He ripped the uniform atop her lips.
The scent of sex, wet and hot, filled the air.
Naraku's drool fell like dew onto those folds of flesh then rolled off of their slopes - virginal and smooth - until it was swallowed by oceans of pubes. Perfect, flawless! The thought he would be enjoying places untouched by Miroku induced a kaleidoscope of pleasure.
Lips pressed against slits. Kissing, biting, licking followed. The spider probed the woman's details. Everything. All of it. He was driven into orgasm by the textures of her sex - oh, the thought he was enjoying what would be denied the monk!
Sango screamed -
Naraku savored the feeling known only to predators. That sensation of life entering into his body - entering, struggling, dying. It was truest act of intimacy. Like a phallus erupting within a woman so it was with Sango merging into Naraku!
Sango collapsed -
Dead, the woman lost that flavor, vibrant and fresh. The spider withdrew, revolted, mouth bloody with bit and pieces of flesh hanging out of its lips.
Naraku gazed at Sango. A sack of skin, empty, crumpled into itself. He retreated leaving the scraps for Miroku to find….
(300)
How long ago she was trapped he did not know.
She was strong, despite that webbing, she was still fighting, still cursing.
Naraku laughed against Sango.
The spider peeled back layers of silk and revealed eyes. Lips, curled by anger, were suggested by the contours of the fabric. Thoughts about kissing emerged just to be dismissed. The slayer was too special, too powerful. It demanded a peculiar kind of attention.
"Let me lull you with a bite of love," he whispered.
Like a shadow he spread a darkness from her head to her legs. He tore the webbing about her crotch. He ripped the uniform atop her lips.
The scent of sex, wet and hot, filled the air.
Naraku's drool fell like dew onto those folds of flesh then rolled off of their slopes - virginal and smooth - until it was swallowed by oceans of pubes. Perfect, flawless! The thought he would be enjoying places untouched by Miroku induced a kaleidoscope of pleasure.
Lips pressed against slits. Kissing, biting, licking followed. The spider probed the woman's details. Everything. All of it. He was driven into orgasm by the textures of her sex - oh, the thought he was enjoying what would be denied the monk!
Sango screamed -
Naraku savored the feeling known only to predators. That sensation of life entering into his body - entering, struggling, dying. It was truest act of intimacy. Like a phallus erupting within a woman so it was with Sango merging into Naraku!
Sango collapsed -
Dead, the woman lost that flavor, vibrant and fresh. The spider withdrew, revolted, mouth bloody with bit and pieces of flesh hanging out of its lips.
Naraku gazed at Sango. A sack of skin, empty, crumpled into itself. He retreated leaving the scraps for Miroku to find….
(300)