InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Stream of Consciousness: A LiveJournal Collection ❯ Services Rendered ( Chapter 33 )

Title: Services Rendered

Community: Iyhedonism

Theme: Slut

Place Earned: not entered for voting

Genre: Hentai

Rating: R

Word count: 1,179

Warnings: sexual content

 

A/N - this is my first failed attempt at the “Slut” prompt at Iyhedonism. I could tell right away that it was going to run too long (the word count was 250), so I just wrote it as a one-shot.

 

 

**Warning: this story contains sexual content. Adults only, please**

 

 

Services Rendered

 

“Yes, there is indeed a strange youkai living in these parts,” the villager said with an odd smile. “She feeds on the…essence of men. And to extract that essence, she performs a certain service. Unfortunately, our wives found out about it and drove her away.” Needless to say, Miroku was intrigued.

 

“And this service involves…” Smirking, the villager stuck out his tongue and licked his lips meaningfully, bobbing his head a little. Miroku's eyes nearly bulged out of his skull. “I'm going to…uh, yeah…” he mumbled absently, hurrying off.

 

“Get back here, Houshi-sama!” Sango yelled, chasing after him. Kagome and Inuyasha rolled their eyes and retired to their room.

 

“Hentai,” they both said at once.

 

 

“I can't believe we're out here looking for some slut!” Sango fumed.

 

“Now, now, Sango. You heard the villager; the youkai needs the male essence to survive. It doesn't seem like she's hurting anyone.”

 

“Hmph! She still sucks on—those for a living, which makes her a dirty whore. Now where the hell are you leading me?”

 

“Do you not feel the youki, Sango?” Pausing for a moment, the taijiya did feel a weak youkai signature, in the direction of that cave up ahead. Entering the cave, the pair gasped at the sight. Lying before them was a gorgeous demonness, clad in sheer robes that left little to the imagination. But her skin was deathly pale, and it appeared that the simple act of raising her head to look at them was a major effort.

 

“Houshi,” she rasped, “please…allow me to feed on your essence. If you do not, I will surely starve to death.” At this, most of the hentai thoughts which had been swimming around in Miroku's head vanished in favor of genuine pity. From what the villager had said, this was a peaceful youkai, just trying to survive like everyone else. He couldn't allow her to simply waste away, even if Sango never forgave him for it.

 

“Go ahead, Houshi-sama,” the slayer ordered reluctantly, crossing her arms over her chest and looking away. Miroku stared at her in shock, then his gaze softened. Sango understood the situation as well as he, knowing that saving an innocent life was more important than saving him for their wedding night. It wasn't as if he intended to lie with this youkai, but he did appreciate how difficult this must be for Sango.

 

But, as often happened when he stared at his bride-to-be for too long, his gaze turned lecherous. She was leaning most of her weight on one leg, her other hip jutting out sensually. The tantalizing swell of her ass called to him like it always did, but he was enjoying the view too much to move close enough to indulge the itch in his fingers. Instead, he remained in place, not noticing as his robes were swept aside and his fundoshi lowered to his ankles. He did, however, notice when a pair of warm, moist lips wrapped around his rapidly hardening member.

 

Miroku's sudden grunt had Sango spinning around looking for trouble, but the slayer was eternally embarrassed to discover that his subsequent moans were definitely not pained. She turned her back to the debauchery, hands fisted at her sides and her entire face adopting a shade of fire-rat red. She tried unsuccessfully to tune out the soft, wet sounds of sucking, and attempting to ignore the pleasured noises the monk was making proved even more impossible. Overcome by curiosity, she glanced over her shoulder, keeping her vision limited to his face. His eyes were closed, and his mouth hung open. His breath came in short pants, and every so often a shudder would pass through his whole body. Sango turned to fully face the monk, her expression one of abject amazement. Does it…really feel that good?

 

Motion down below drew her attention to the source of the monk's pleasure. The demonness had taken his entire shaft in her mouth, and was confidently bobbing up and down on it, sucking it like she was starving for it. Actually, that was very close to the truth. But with the rapture on the monk's face, Sango had been expecting something really mind-blowing to be going on down there, and she was quite disappointed. She's not so great. I could do that!

 

Sango blushed hotly at the direction her jealous thoughts had taken, as well as where she was currently staring. But she couldn't tear her eyes away. There was something about the sight of Miroku's cock disappearing and emerging over and over again from the mouth of the demonness that captivated her. Her body warmed, strange sensations slowly building within her. Her extremities tingled, and she found it impossible to stand still. Her legs shook, buckling at the knees. And when the demonness pulled back and licked the entire member from base to tip, Sango lost her battle with gravity, sinking down to sit with her ankles on either side of her hips. She subconsciously rubbed her thighs together, her hands wringing feverishly in her lap. Her own expression now matched the monk's, except she had her eyes open.

 

Finally, the inevitable happened; Miroku climaxed with a sharp cry, his whole body seizing as his hips pumped several times of their own accord. Spent, he collapsed onto his back, panting heavily and trying to compose himself. The demonness grinned, using a delicate finger to collect some of the spillage from the front of her robe and bring it to her eager tongue.

 

“Thank you, kind monk,” she said. “I feel completely rejuvenated!”

 

“No problem,” Miroku replied, completely exhausted. Now the demonness turned her attention to the slayer, observing her fidgeting and flushed appearance. This woman clearly had feelings for the monk, but her body had reacted in a very carnal way to the show. Leering gleefully, the demonness decided to help her out.

 

“You know, taijiya,” she cooed, “I prefer the male essence, but the female essence is tasty too.” Then, without giving the slayer any time to react, she pounced.

 

 

The demonness smirked at the pair of humans sprawled out before her. The slayer lay on her back, utterly disheveled, panting in satisfaction. Now the monk was the one hypnotized by an erotic display. His cock was hard, twitching, and ready for more action. And it was clear that he wasn't seeking another blowjob from a pretty demonness. The slayer's eyes slid open, matching lust humming in them as she gazed at the monk. The demonness realized it was time for her to leave.

 

“You got any delicious friends I can sample?” she asked as she sauntered toward the entrance to the cave.

 

“Uh…yeah,” the monk answered distractedly. “There's a hanyou and a miko in the village who really need your attention.”

 

The demonness exited the cave, chuckling when sounds of kissing and human moaning reached her sensitive ears. She would love nothing more than to go back and join them, but it seemed like three would be a crowd. Besides, she had new morsels to track down. The hanyou especially sounded tasty.