InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Romp! ❯ Secret Dirty OTPS Nobody Knows About ( Chapter 2 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
"Secret Dirty OTPs Nobody Knows About...." by Abraxas (2008-11-06)
Miroku loved ass. Shapely, firm ass. He loved grabbing it, feeling its warmth, bouncing its mass up and down. What a lively source of delight! A slap was a little price to pay.
Women were the victims of that obsession. Always, perhaps, forever? He did not look to see if men were endowed with the kind of meat he enjoyed. Yes or no, he thought, a man would not appreciate that attention.
Then everything changed!
The flame was stoked by a brief vision. The monk was lazing atop the grass. The wolf was running into the village. By chance the man noticed the wolf's fur pelt. The way the demon moved caused it to rise inch by inch. And, again by chance, he gazed just long enough to see smooth, flawless skin. It begged to be slapped! But what tented robes and raced pulses was the way the tail settled along the crack between the cheeks.
Across lifetimes of perversion Miroku could not have imagined a sight like that, so raw and so erotic, an ass so flawless it launched a thousand fantasies!
Oh, to be that tail and feel the pleasures felt by that pelt....
Suddenly, his hand reached and grabbed....
The cheek flexed and the man shivered....
Little by little came the realization of what he did and the price to be paid....
Instead the wolf spun and greeted the monk with a sly, cocky smile.
"See something you like, monk?"
At last he met a man who did not object to his kind of appreciation!
"It's - it's perfect! I was a fool not to think it, not to notice it -"
Koga did not mind - it flattered the ego to be worshipped - and Miroku was eager to explore those accessories of a sex long-denied.
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Miroku loved ass. Shapely, firm ass. He loved grabbing it, feeling its warmth, bouncing its mass up and down. What a lively source of delight! A slap was a little price to pay.
Women were the victims of that obsession. Always, perhaps, forever? He did not look to see if men were endowed with the kind of meat he enjoyed. Yes or no, he thought, a man would not appreciate that attention.
Then everything changed!
The flame was stoked by a brief vision. The monk was lazing atop the grass. The wolf was running into the village. By chance the man noticed the wolf's fur pelt. The way the demon moved caused it to rise inch by inch. And, again by chance, he gazed just long enough to see smooth, flawless skin. It begged to be slapped! But what tented robes and raced pulses was the way the tail settled along the crack between the cheeks.
Across lifetimes of perversion Miroku could not have imagined a sight like that, so raw and so erotic, an ass so flawless it launched a thousand fantasies!
Oh, to be that tail and feel the pleasures felt by that pelt....
Suddenly, his hand reached and grabbed....
The cheek flexed and the man shivered....
Little by little came the realization of what he did and the price to be paid....
Instead the wolf spun and greeted the monk with a sly, cocky smile.
"See something you like, monk?"
At last he met a man who did not object to his kind of appreciation!
"It's - it's perfect! I was a fool not to think it, not to notice it -"
Koga did not mind - it flattered the ego to be worshipped - and Miroku was eager to explore those accessories of a sex long-denied.
(300)