InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Romp! ❯ Widow's Milk ( Chapter 7 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: abraxas_ren 
(Sesshoumaru/Izayoi) Sesshoumaru is fascinated with the act of nursing after watching Izayoi with Inuyasha. She lets him suckle to know what it's like then it becomes a weird and strange thing they've got to do. To fulfill their mutual needs....no sex but let's just say they like it.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 01.11.2009 | Pages: 1 | Words: 346 | Visits: 411 | Status: Completed
(Sesshoumaru/Izayoi) Sesshoumaru is fascinated with the act of nursing after watching Izayoi with Inuyasha. She lets him suckle to know what it's like then it becomes a weird and strange thing they've got to do. To fulfill their mutual needs....no sex but let's just say they like it.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 01.11.2009 | Pages: 1 | Words: 346 | Visits: 411 | Status: Completed
"Widow's Milk" by Abraxas (2008-12-30)
What started with crying transformed into a habit that could not be overcome.
Mother and infant, together, it was only a matter of time until Sesshoumaru noticed. Breasts exposed. Hands grasped. Nursing. It was natural yet alien.
"Mother wasn't like that," he explained while watching that act. "Too distant, too cold."
He peaked. She exposed that other breast. It sagged ripe like fruit. He cupped and squeezed - she oozed milk through its nipple. He kissed her flesh and she stroked his hair.
Neither forced. Neither resisted. It happened -
"Inuyasha will be weaned soon," she said.
He nodded and covered the woman.
What was it? That fascination! Was it the sight of breasts - round and plump - full of life? Waiting - no, willing! - to nurture. Yet...he did not need widow's milk. Was it a chance to be mothered?
Yes, it was beyond sexual whatever they found together. Whatever was bonding the two. A boy filling that void left by an unloving and absent figure. A woman extending the intimacy of motherhood against Nature's intent.
Sesshoumaru gazed urging to be intimate....
As desire rebelled against repression their sessions turned into a frenzy of playing and acting. He tugged and she exposed. He cupped her breast, feeling its weight. She stroked his face, urging the act. Still holding it, tenderly, gently, teeth met nipple. Eyes shut tightly tearing while pleasure mixed with torment.
Sesshoumaru slurped the fruit of Izayoi. Snuggling. Clinging. Rocking side to side. He suckled as if starved. He inhaled a mouthful too big to swallow and coughed it. He watched it splatter her breast and rain her kimono. He looked upward, like a baby apologetically, smiling - drooling white, hot milk.
"Such appetite!" Izayoi exclaimed, excited by the display. "My little, growing boy, there, there, I will always give enough."
Sesshoumaru sighed.
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What started with crying transformed into a habit that could not be overcome.
Mother and infant, together, it was only a matter of time until Sesshoumaru noticed. Breasts exposed. Hands grasped. Nursing. It was natural yet alien.
"Mother wasn't like that," he explained while watching that act. "Too distant, too cold."
He peaked. She exposed that other breast. It sagged ripe like fruit. He cupped and squeezed - she oozed milk through its nipple. He kissed her flesh and she stroked his hair.
Neither forced. Neither resisted. It happened -
"Inuyasha will be weaned soon," she said.
He nodded and covered the woman.
What was it? That fascination! Was it the sight of breasts - round and plump - full of life? Waiting - no, willing! - to nurture. Yet...he did not need widow's milk. Was it a chance to be mothered?
Yes, it was beyond sexual whatever they found together. Whatever was bonding the two. A boy filling that void left by an unloving and absent figure. A woman extending the intimacy of motherhood against Nature's intent.
Sesshoumaru gazed urging to be intimate....
As desire rebelled against repression their sessions turned into a frenzy of playing and acting. He tugged and she exposed. He cupped her breast, feeling its weight. She stroked his face, urging the act. Still holding it, tenderly, gently, teeth met nipple. Eyes shut tightly tearing while pleasure mixed with torment.
Sesshoumaru slurped the fruit of Izayoi. Snuggling. Clinging. Rocking side to side. He suckled as if starved. He inhaled a mouthful too big to swallow and coughed it. He watched it splatter her breast and rain her kimono. He looked upward, like a baby apologetically, smiling - drooling white, hot milk.
"Such appetite!" Izayoi exclaimed, excited by the display. "My little, growing boy, there, there, I will always give enough."
Sesshoumaru sighed.
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