InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Alpha and the Daiyoukai ❯ Chapter 3
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By: C-Chan2 
The last chapter. . . finally. -_-
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 01.01.2012 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.9K | Visits: 2.0K | Status: Completed
The last chapter. . . finally. -_-
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 01.01.2012 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.9K | Visits: 2.0K | Status: Completed
Title: The Alpha and The DaiyoukaiAuthor: C-Chan2 aka NeptunesdemonArchive: Adultfantiction, MediaminerCategory: PWP, Smut, MatureRating: MSpoilers: None.Warnings: Smut and man-sex.
Author's Note: The final chapter. So sorry that this took so long. Enjoy! ^_^
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Kouga couldn't help the shiver that ran down his spine at Sesshomaru's growl, his chest heaving with anticipating breaths. He also couldn't help the burst of sound that escaped his throat as Sesshomaru pulled him back so that he was closer, his ass still high in the air and waiting for the Daiyoukai to make his move. He moaned as a thumb brushed teasingly over his twitching bud, the wolf biting his lip to try and stifle the sound.
Sesshomaru was panting himself, red eyes hungrily looking down at his submissive ookami. The waiting youkai was begging for his cock just by looks alone, and Sesshomaru was tempted to just take him with no qualms. He refused to let his base instincts take advantage of him. He was going to make sure that he further proved his point to the lesser youkai. When the leader of the West demanded obedience and sex, he was to get it, no ifs, ands, or buts.
No pun intended.
Now red-colored eyes were focused on the inviting puckered entrance, his thumb still caressing it and enjoying the small, pleading moans the ookami was giving out. If he didn't have a point to prove, he'd ravish the ookami right then and there. Show the inferior youkai the prowess of a true demon, of the virile inukai.
“Sesshomaru-sama.”
The half-whined, half-moaned call of his name, including the honorific, had his cock twitching at the sound, his hands tightening their grasp on the firm flesh of the wolf prince's posterior.
“Please, take me.” Kouga was begging, looking back at the now nearly salivating half-transformed inukai behind him, even though it was an awkward angle. “Please, fuck me.”
He wasn't sure if the growl had been one of anger or what, but it had made him jump at just how loud it was. He questioned his decision to open his mouth at all as Sesshomaru began to move forward, teeth bared and Kouga's heart raced for a few moments, fearing the worst.
He was soon shrieking, yes shrieking, as his tied hands fisted, his back arched and his toes clenched at the jolt of pleasure that ran up his spine. His mouth fell open as he began to breathe hard, his breaths coming out in harsh puffs, his throat voicing of its own accord the breathy sounds now erupting past his lips.
He writhed, not wanting to enjoy it and knowing damn well if Sesshomaru came to his senses he'd most likely take it out on the ookami, but it was so difficult to even process the thought of speech. He had to try.
“Sesshomaru, wait.” He was begging, gasping as with a growl his cheeks were spread wider and the tongue circling his entrance worked more vigorously. “Please, don't.”
He was thoroughly ignored, and he was gasping and arching again, unabashedly pushing back as he was entered. The slick muscle was pushed into him and doing a damn fine job of loosening him up.
Common thought was lost and Kouga was a trembling mess in less than a minute, his eyes having rolled back into his head as he tried his best to get that sinful tongue to go deeper. He would admit, it was a sob he released as Sesshomaru pulled away, not in the least enjoying the empty feeling that he was left with. It was short-lived, thankfully. He couldn't help the loud burst of a sound, unmistakably one of immense relief and pleasure, as the blunt tip of Sesshomaru's length breached his opening. He had been grateful that Sesshomaru had taken the time, no matter how short it was, to attempt some type of preparation, but saliva was never very good of a lubricant.
He gave a almost quiet yelp of pain as the girth of Sesshomaru's cock stretched him wider, and claws dug into his hips, piercing skin. He grit his teeth and bear it, wishing his arms were unbound so he had leverage to push back onto the huge dick currently pressing in to him.
A little whimper of a sound escaped him as Sesshomaru finally settled, fully sheathed in Kouga's squeezing ass. With his pelvis pressed flush against the wanton prince, Sesshomaru was sure to keep still, even though the hot, tight passage encasing his dick was tempting him to start moving, to start pounding into the willing ass and staking claim again.
Kouga mewled in objection, not exactly sure why the older demon wouldn't move. It wasn't a position he wanted to be in to begin with, or rather one he didn't want to admit that he wanted, but now that the inuyoukai was inside of him, he wanted him to do something besides staying there.
“Beg me for it, again.”
The words of command came just as Kouga was ready to open his mouth and ask what the hold up was, and he slowly opened his eyes, trying his best to look back at the Daiyoukai.
“I want you, Sesshomaru-sama. Please, take me.” He was asking, enjoying the feel of Sesshomaru trying to grind deeper.
His voice stopped short in his throat as the sudden pulling back and deep thrust into him, Sesshomaru growling low in his throat as clawed hands grabbed onto already bruised hips. As Sesshomaru moved again, this time striking against his prostate with the strong thrust, Kouga let out a mix of a scream and yelp, eyes wrenching shut. Slowly, Sesshomaru began quickening his pace, the sounds falling from the wolf prince's lips as he was fucked.
The slow pace turned into a brutal one, and Kouga could do nothing but enjoy the ride. Their bodies worked until they were covered in a sheen of sweat, sounds mingled and echoed in the cave; Kouga's cries, Sesshomaru's grunts and growls, and the slapping of skin against skin.
Blue eyes snapped opened at the sudden feel of emptiness and he whined in loss, pushing back against the body behind him in hopes that Sesshomaru would enter him again. The Daiyoukai merely chuckled, before he was running a hand up Kouga's back to the nape of his neck. Red eyes watched as Kouga twitched and writhed, body enticing him to keep going.
“Ah!” The burst of sound came from the sudden grip on black locks and Kouga was soon arching back until he was just on his knees.
He could only wonder at the awkward position but it wasn't for too long his mind let him do so. He was soon moaning and swearing heavily as the heavy cock was pushed into his sheath again, Sesshomaru not wasting time in taking a hard and fast pace. The wolf youkai could only let his body be used, wonton sounds reminiscent of a bitch in heat leaving his parted lips. His own cock was flushed dark and ready to burst, his balls already drawing up in preparation for the orgasm that was now at the edge of.
“Sesshomaru. . .” He was moaning out, the Daiyoukai only grunting ackonwledgment. “I have to. . cum. Please!”
Kouga was yelping as he was suddenly pulled back, the sound stifled short as his head was maneuvered so that his lips could be taken, as awkward as it was. The thrusts into him slowed significantly and the wolf demon could only hum in pleasure at the change of pace. To his surprise his arms were soon freed, and as he worked feeling back into them, the Daiyoukai was moving again.
Kouga was moaning as his legs were lifted, held spread open so that he was only dependent on the Daiyoukai thrusting up into him as he sat in his lap. One arm raised to wrap around the Daiyoukai's neck for leverage, fingers curling in silken, silver strands. The other hesitated, wanting to reach down and stroke at his cock.
“Go on.” Sesshomaru was panting into his ear, his voice heavy with lust and strained with effort. It would seem that the demon lord was trying his best to hold on just a bit longer. “Stroke your cock. . . cum for me.”
Kouga didn't have to be told twice. His free hand reached down for his throbbing cock, hand pumping and stroking as Sesshomaru began to thrust into him with renewed vigor. His head was swimming with a mixture of euphoric feelings, his body was thrumming with a thousand vibrations of pleasure and his throat was voicing every sound it could as he began to tumble.
It was as he reached his crescendo that Kouga had to give a canine yelp as teeth broke the skin of his shoulder. His quick moment of panic was overwhelmed by the sudden rush of his body experiencing an orgasm. He was screaming as his body arched, cum spilling in thick burst of rope from his twitching cock and his head thrown back against the Daiyoukai's shoulder.
In his haze, he heard the youkai fucking him give a howl of release and he hummed contentedly, feeling seed coat his insides as he slowly began to fall from his high. His body was beginning to shut down, eyes falling heavy and mind now mush. That was why he barely even made noise as he found himself on his knees again, face pressed into the furs as Sesshomaru began fucking him again, obviously not sated in the least.
Kouga let him, willingly letting his body be used until with another howl, Sesshomaru was spending himself inside of the wolf youkai again. Kouga only hummed softly as he felt another load of cum be emptied inside him, barely grimacing as it spilled out past his now stretched hole around the Daiyoukai's cock and down his leg.
His eyes were drooping closed as he was gathered in the inuyoukai's arms, dog-cock still buried inside him as the demon lord situated their bodies for some well deserved sleep. Lids too heavy to keep open, Kouga's body crumpled into the furs beneath them, smalls murmurs of objection falling lazily from his lips as he felt Sesshomaru's tongue lick over the bleeding wound on his shoulder. He'd worry about that in the morning, for now, sleep was calling him further into her realm.
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Kouga groaned in objection as he felt himself being moved and he forced his eyes open to see what was going on. He stared blankly at the forest canopy as it passed by, realizing that he was being carried. Any other time, he would have objected and fought to be put down, but today he merely pressed his face into the crook of his carrier's neck, enjoying the usually unattractive scent of inukai. He supposed a night and full day of being intimate with that particular creed of demon could have effected the change of his opinion.
His eyes slipped close and he gave a soft hum of appreciation as arms tightened around him. It was easy to slip back into a light sleep, enjoying the warmth of the strong body pressed against his.
A few hours later, he could tell by the sun's position that he had been asleep for quite some time, he woke to find himself stretched out on a bed of leaves and loose dirt. Sitting up he looked about to find that he was alone. With his furs having been destroyed, he was left naked, but thankfully Sesshomaru's kimono was laid over him in an act of decency.
He started to frown as he realized that, even though he had been left with sparse accommodations, the larger inukai had used him and disappeared without a word. Now he had to trek into camp with bruises, obvious marks that he had been intimate and no explanation as for why he was naked. He had plans to leave the kimono behind. First, he'd have to find a water source to wash the stink of inukai off of him. He smelled so much of Sesshomaru, he could barely recognize his own scent.
With his nose tilted into the air, he tested it for any signs of water. He found one, and thankfully it didn't seem too far. He headed for it with the kimono left behind.
Not more than fifteen minutes later, he was breaking the surface of the small pond he'd found, hands raking through his loose hair as he enjoyed the cool water. It felt nice to be getting clean, even though it was troublesome to know his mind reverted to the night before as his hand passed over his skin, reading bite marks and scratches like they were braille. He paused at his right shoulder, his face falling as he swore under his breath. He had hoped he had imagined that.
The mark left there was half closed and still sore, and from the angle he couldn't check to look and see what it looked like. That would be the ultimate humiliation. To walk in and have a mark that revealed that he, an Alpha, had been dominated, taken, and thoroughly fucked. Hopefully it wasn't a permanent mark, but he knew it was a mark of possession.
“I'm no ones bitch!” He growled out, fist angrily smacking at the water.
“Oh?”
The voice had him jumping, and he turned to find Sesshomaru standing calmly at the edge of the water, redressed in his kimono that had been abandoned. His eyes were watching the wolf youkai intensely. The one thing that changed from his usual serene look was the single raised brow. Kouga had to wonder how long he had been there.
“Of course, I'm not!”
He was shouting, his eyes glaring as he continued to angrily rid himself of whatever traces of the inukai's scent were still on his skin. He turned his back to the Daiyoukai then, hoping that the damned dog hadn't noticed how his body had started trembling at the sight of him. And he wasn't afraid, no, it was excitement. He was trying to think of things to stop his already hardening member.
He stiffened as a body pressed against his, hands resting on his shoulders as a nose nuzzled his wet hair. Damn it, how the hell did this guy move so quietly? He was used to the demon's half-brother who stomped through the forest without a care and shouted and yelled rather than use a normal tone of voice.
Fingers passed over the bite mark that Sesshomaru had left behind on his right shoulder and Kouga flinched at that, pulling away to turn back to face him. The inukai merely stepped closer, arm reaching out to wrap around the ookami and draw him closer.
“Do not forget, ookami.” Sesshomaru murmured, nuzzling the prince's face. “You were mine for one night. Mine.”
Kouga couldn't help the shiver throughout his body as the last word was growled. It was with much effort, he was loathe to admit, that he pulled away again. Blue eyes looked back at Sesshomaru, who merely stared back at him in return.
“Don't bet on it happening, again!” Kouga hissed, turning away to begin bathing again.
He stiffened at the feel of hands running over his skin assisting him and he tried his best to move away but Sesshomaru's grip was strong.
“The mark is not permanent, and I am not one to take one against ones will-”
“Yes you are!” Kouga interrupted in objection, spinning to glare at the calm-faced youkai. “You took me against my will more than once!”
“Are you truly to expect this Sesshomaru to believe that you were not burning with lust, were not begging for me to slate your hunger and your desire? Come now, pup, you are too naive.”
Kouga opened his mouth to object but was intercepted by the feel of lips on his own and a tongue invading his mouth. And just like that he was melting, his arms wrapped around broader shoulders and body pressed flush against one that should have belonged on a god. Damn dogs, he should have known not to even mess with them. Nothing but trouble.
He couldn’t help the satisfied moan as Sesshomaru pulled back and he ignored the triumphant smirk that broke the serene and stoic look that was usually found on the Daiyoukai's face.
“I won't mate you.” He said with a pout.
“It was not expected.” Sesshomaru said, though his fingers toyed with the healing mark.
“And you can not tell Dog Breath about this!” Was the shouted demand.
“I do not share my personal life with the hanyou.” Sesshomaru said with a soft snort.
“Good. Now can I please finish bathing?”
“It would be a complete waste, as I would merely take to replacing my scent upon your person once you were out.”
Kouga snorted, dipping under the surface again for a final rinse. He ignored Sesshomaru's claim and headed for the shore. He was only a few steps out of the water when he was lifted and thrown over a shoulder, the alpha objecting loudly before he was squeaking at the hand boldly groping his ass.
“You lecherous bastard! Let me go! Aren't you done humiliating me!”
“Inuyasha is near.”
The words had him stopping short, before Kouga was lifting his nose to the sky and smelling out the scent of the hanyou in the air. Damn it, he was right. The idiot was close by.
“I shall find you an adequate place to hide your nakedness.”
“Fine, whatever.” Kouga huffed, before he was trying his best to kick at the Daiyoukai as he felt a pinch to his ass. “And stop groping me you perverted son of a bitch!”
As the two disappeared, the space they left behind was soon occupied with a frowning Inuyasha. He knew he had smelled his brother near by, but he wasn't certain. Then again, he was sure that he had smelled Kouga as well. That didn't make any sense to him, though.
“Inuyasha, what is it?”
The hanyou looked back to the group that had finally caught up with him and he scoffed, tucking his sleeves away and looking off into the distance. His eyes twitched as he was certain that he heard odd cries out in the distance. He didn't have the interest to go looking to find where it was coming from or why they were occurring.
He smelled more than heard when Miroku came up beside him, and he allowed the hand to linger on the small of his back. Any other day the hanyou would have broken the monk's wrist, but after having had the pleasure of seeing what Miroku was like when on the receiving end of intimacy, (sexy, seductive, demanding, wanton, not to mention there was a lot more dirty talking), he would allow it.
“Though I smelled my brother. . . and Kouga, too.”
“Kouga was here?” Came Kagome's question.
Before the hanyou could answer it, the rustling of nearby bushes had the group looking to where the noise was coming from. They were shocked to find a disgruntled Jaken bursting free, a object wrapped in silk in his pudgy hands. Stopping in front of Inuyasha, he held it out for the hanyou, none to happy with having to interact with the half-demon.
“My Lord Sesshomaru wishes to return this to you.” The kappa announced. “He says it has been most useful and will no longer need its assistance.”
Inuyasha could only raise a brow, taking the bundle and then frowning as Jaken rushed off with a huff. He looked to the rest of his pack-members and yet all they could give him was a collective shrug. With no help from them, he looked back to the bundle and began to unravel it. His blood ran cold as he finally brought out it in the open. Oh shit.
“SIT BOY!”
As he slammed face first into the ground, Kagome ran forward to grab the pink vibrator, face bright pink as she hid it away into her backpack.
“Inuyasha, you're such a jerk! Until you apologize, I'm going home!”
With that Kagome was running off, a confused Sango following after her.
“Gods damn it!” Inuyasha swore, as Miroku crouched beside him with an amused chuckle.
He helped the hanyou peel himself away from the earth, Inuyasha grumbling and cursing all the while. As he dusted himself off, he looked to Miroku, who still held an amused smirk on his lips.
“What are you smiling about?” He gruffed, standing from the ground.
The monk followed him with a shrug, his hands wrapped about his shakujo, turning to look in the direction Jaken had disappeared.
“At least we know we didn't lose it after all.” Was all he said.
Yesterday, after their night of romping in the forest, Miroku and Inuyasha had returned to retrieve the device that they had left behind. Luckily enough, Kagome never realized it was missing, but they didn't want to risk it. However, as they came to the spot where the had been, they had found it gone. Inuyasha had thought he had detected traces of his brother, but it was so faint he had merely brushed it off. Cutting their losses, the two had returned to the women, hoping Kagome wouldn't have a nervous meltdown at the disappearance of her personal toy.
“Feh!” Inuyasha finally began, arms tucking away into his sleeves. “I don't wanna know what the hell he could have needed it for. At least it wasn't Kouga that-”
Inuyasha's sudden halt in speech had Miroku turning to face him and the monk found his ears perked and one turned in the direction of some obvious sound only he could hear. The monk's confusion was deepened as Inuyasha's face seemed to grimace in disgust and then Miroku was objecting as he was grabbed by the wrist and dragged off.
“Inuyasha! What is wrong with you!”
“Let's go.” Was all the hanyou said, storming off at a pace that had Miroku fighting not to stumble.
“Inuyasha, I don't understand!”
His friend was ignored and Inuyasha continued to drag him off, though in the other direction of where Kagome had run off to. When the time was right, he'd find Kouga and get to tease him unmercifully, but for now he needed to know if Miroku could make those same noises.
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Author's Note: The final chapter. So sorry that this took so long. Enjoy! ^_^
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Kouga couldn't help the shiver that ran down his spine at Sesshomaru's growl, his chest heaving with anticipating breaths. He also couldn't help the burst of sound that escaped his throat as Sesshomaru pulled him back so that he was closer, his ass still high in the air and waiting for the Daiyoukai to make his move. He moaned as a thumb brushed teasingly over his twitching bud, the wolf biting his lip to try and stifle the sound.
Sesshomaru was panting himself, red eyes hungrily looking down at his submissive ookami. The waiting youkai was begging for his cock just by looks alone, and Sesshomaru was tempted to just take him with no qualms. He refused to let his base instincts take advantage of him. He was going to make sure that he further proved his point to the lesser youkai. When the leader of the West demanded obedience and sex, he was to get it, no ifs, ands, or buts.
No pun intended.
Now red-colored eyes were focused on the inviting puckered entrance, his thumb still caressing it and enjoying the small, pleading moans the ookami was giving out. If he didn't have a point to prove, he'd ravish the ookami right then and there. Show the inferior youkai the prowess of a true demon, of the virile inukai.
“Sesshomaru-sama.”
The half-whined, half-moaned call of his name, including the honorific, had his cock twitching at the sound, his hands tightening their grasp on the firm flesh of the wolf prince's posterior.
“Please, take me.” Kouga was begging, looking back at the now nearly salivating half-transformed inukai behind him, even though it was an awkward angle. “Please, fuck me.”
He wasn't sure if the growl had been one of anger or what, but it had made him jump at just how loud it was. He questioned his decision to open his mouth at all as Sesshomaru began to move forward, teeth bared and Kouga's heart raced for a few moments, fearing the worst.
He was soon shrieking, yes shrieking, as his tied hands fisted, his back arched and his toes clenched at the jolt of pleasure that ran up his spine. His mouth fell open as he began to breathe hard, his breaths coming out in harsh puffs, his throat voicing of its own accord the breathy sounds now erupting past his lips.
He writhed, not wanting to enjoy it and knowing damn well if Sesshomaru came to his senses he'd most likely take it out on the ookami, but it was so difficult to even process the thought of speech. He had to try.
“Sesshomaru, wait.” He was begging, gasping as with a growl his cheeks were spread wider and the tongue circling his entrance worked more vigorously. “Please, don't.”
He was thoroughly ignored, and he was gasping and arching again, unabashedly pushing back as he was entered. The slick muscle was pushed into him and doing a damn fine job of loosening him up.
Common thought was lost and Kouga was a trembling mess in less than a minute, his eyes having rolled back into his head as he tried his best to get that sinful tongue to go deeper. He would admit, it was a sob he released as Sesshomaru pulled away, not in the least enjoying the empty feeling that he was left with. It was short-lived, thankfully. He couldn't help the loud burst of a sound, unmistakably one of immense relief and pleasure, as the blunt tip of Sesshomaru's length breached his opening. He had been grateful that Sesshomaru had taken the time, no matter how short it was, to attempt some type of preparation, but saliva was never very good of a lubricant.
He gave a almost quiet yelp of pain as the girth of Sesshomaru's cock stretched him wider, and claws dug into his hips, piercing skin. He grit his teeth and bear it, wishing his arms were unbound so he had leverage to push back onto the huge dick currently pressing in to him.
A little whimper of a sound escaped him as Sesshomaru finally settled, fully sheathed in Kouga's squeezing ass. With his pelvis pressed flush against the wanton prince, Sesshomaru was sure to keep still, even though the hot, tight passage encasing his dick was tempting him to start moving, to start pounding into the willing ass and staking claim again.
Kouga mewled in objection, not exactly sure why the older demon wouldn't move. It wasn't a position he wanted to be in to begin with, or rather one he didn't want to admit that he wanted, but now that the inuyoukai was inside of him, he wanted him to do something besides staying there.
“Beg me for it, again.”
The words of command came just as Kouga was ready to open his mouth and ask what the hold up was, and he slowly opened his eyes, trying his best to look back at the Daiyoukai.
“I want you, Sesshomaru-sama. Please, take me.” He was asking, enjoying the feel of Sesshomaru trying to grind deeper.
His voice stopped short in his throat as the sudden pulling back and deep thrust into him, Sesshomaru growling low in his throat as clawed hands grabbed onto already bruised hips. As Sesshomaru moved again, this time striking against his prostate with the strong thrust, Kouga let out a mix of a scream and yelp, eyes wrenching shut. Slowly, Sesshomaru began quickening his pace, the sounds falling from the wolf prince's lips as he was fucked.
The slow pace turned into a brutal one, and Kouga could do nothing but enjoy the ride. Their bodies worked until they were covered in a sheen of sweat, sounds mingled and echoed in the cave; Kouga's cries, Sesshomaru's grunts and growls, and the slapping of skin against skin.
Blue eyes snapped opened at the sudden feel of emptiness and he whined in loss, pushing back against the body behind him in hopes that Sesshomaru would enter him again. The Daiyoukai merely chuckled, before he was running a hand up Kouga's back to the nape of his neck. Red eyes watched as Kouga twitched and writhed, body enticing him to keep going.
“Ah!” The burst of sound came from the sudden grip on black locks and Kouga was soon arching back until he was just on his knees.
He could only wonder at the awkward position but it wasn't for too long his mind let him do so. He was soon moaning and swearing heavily as the heavy cock was pushed into his sheath again, Sesshomaru not wasting time in taking a hard and fast pace. The wolf youkai could only let his body be used, wonton sounds reminiscent of a bitch in heat leaving his parted lips. His own cock was flushed dark and ready to burst, his balls already drawing up in preparation for the orgasm that was now at the edge of.
“Sesshomaru. . .” He was moaning out, the Daiyoukai only grunting ackonwledgment. “I have to. . cum. Please!”
Kouga was yelping as he was suddenly pulled back, the sound stifled short as his head was maneuvered so that his lips could be taken, as awkward as it was. The thrusts into him slowed significantly and the wolf demon could only hum in pleasure at the change of pace. To his surprise his arms were soon freed, and as he worked feeling back into them, the Daiyoukai was moving again.
Kouga was moaning as his legs were lifted, held spread open so that he was only dependent on the Daiyoukai thrusting up into him as he sat in his lap. One arm raised to wrap around the Daiyoukai's neck for leverage, fingers curling in silken, silver strands. The other hesitated, wanting to reach down and stroke at his cock.
“Go on.” Sesshomaru was panting into his ear, his voice heavy with lust and strained with effort. It would seem that the demon lord was trying his best to hold on just a bit longer. “Stroke your cock. . . cum for me.”
Kouga didn't have to be told twice. His free hand reached down for his throbbing cock, hand pumping and stroking as Sesshomaru began to thrust into him with renewed vigor. His head was swimming with a mixture of euphoric feelings, his body was thrumming with a thousand vibrations of pleasure and his throat was voicing every sound it could as he began to tumble.
It was as he reached his crescendo that Kouga had to give a canine yelp as teeth broke the skin of his shoulder. His quick moment of panic was overwhelmed by the sudden rush of his body experiencing an orgasm. He was screaming as his body arched, cum spilling in thick burst of rope from his twitching cock and his head thrown back against the Daiyoukai's shoulder.
In his haze, he heard the youkai fucking him give a howl of release and he hummed contentedly, feeling seed coat his insides as he slowly began to fall from his high. His body was beginning to shut down, eyes falling heavy and mind now mush. That was why he barely even made noise as he found himself on his knees again, face pressed into the furs as Sesshomaru began fucking him again, obviously not sated in the least.
Kouga let him, willingly letting his body be used until with another howl, Sesshomaru was spending himself inside of the wolf youkai again. Kouga only hummed softly as he felt another load of cum be emptied inside him, barely grimacing as it spilled out past his now stretched hole around the Daiyoukai's cock and down his leg.
His eyes were drooping closed as he was gathered in the inuyoukai's arms, dog-cock still buried inside him as the demon lord situated their bodies for some well deserved sleep. Lids too heavy to keep open, Kouga's body crumpled into the furs beneath them, smalls murmurs of objection falling lazily from his lips as he felt Sesshomaru's tongue lick over the bleeding wound on his shoulder. He'd worry about that in the morning, for now, sleep was calling him further into her realm.
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Kouga groaned in objection as he felt himself being moved and he forced his eyes open to see what was going on. He stared blankly at the forest canopy as it passed by, realizing that he was being carried. Any other time, he would have objected and fought to be put down, but today he merely pressed his face into the crook of his carrier's neck, enjoying the usually unattractive scent of inukai. He supposed a night and full day of being intimate with that particular creed of demon could have effected the change of his opinion.
His eyes slipped close and he gave a soft hum of appreciation as arms tightened around him. It was easy to slip back into a light sleep, enjoying the warmth of the strong body pressed against his.
A few hours later, he could tell by the sun's position that he had been asleep for quite some time, he woke to find himself stretched out on a bed of leaves and loose dirt. Sitting up he looked about to find that he was alone. With his furs having been destroyed, he was left naked, but thankfully Sesshomaru's kimono was laid over him in an act of decency.
He started to frown as he realized that, even though he had been left with sparse accommodations, the larger inukai had used him and disappeared without a word. Now he had to trek into camp with bruises, obvious marks that he had been intimate and no explanation as for why he was naked. He had plans to leave the kimono behind. First, he'd have to find a water source to wash the stink of inukai off of him. He smelled so much of Sesshomaru, he could barely recognize his own scent.
With his nose tilted into the air, he tested it for any signs of water. He found one, and thankfully it didn't seem too far. He headed for it with the kimono left behind.
Not more than fifteen minutes later, he was breaking the surface of the small pond he'd found, hands raking through his loose hair as he enjoyed the cool water. It felt nice to be getting clean, even though it was troublesome to know his mind reverted to the night before as his hand passed over his skin, reading bite marks and scratches like they were braille. He paused at his right shoulder, his face falling as he swore under his breath. He had hoped he had imagined that.
The mark left there was half closed and still sore, and from the angle he couldn't check to look and see what it looked like. That would be the ultimate humiliation. To walk in and have a mark that revealed that he, an Alpha, had been dominated, taken, and thoroughly fucked. Hopefully it wasn't a permanent mark, but he knew it was a mark of possession.
“I'm no ones bitch!” He growled out, fist angrily smacking at the water.
“Oh?”
The voice had him jumping, and he turned to find Sesshomaru standing calmly at the edge of the water, redressed in his kimono that had been abandoned. His eyes were watching the wolf youkai intensely. The one thing that changed from his usual serene look was the single raised brow. Kouga had to wonder how long he had been there.
“Of course, I'm not!”
He was shouting, his eyes glaring as he continued to angrily rid himself of whatever traces of the inukai's scent were still on his skin. He turned his back to the Daiyoukai then, hoping that the damned dog hadn't noticed how his body had started trembling at the sight of him. And he wasn't afraid, no, it was excitement. He was trying to think of things to stop his already hardening member.
He stiffened as a body pressed against his, hands resting on his shoulders as a nose nuzzled his wet hair. Damn it, how the hell did this guy move so quietly? He was used to the demon's half-brother who stomped through the forest without a care and shouted and yelled rather than use a normal tone of voice.
Fingers passed over the bite mark that Sesshomaru had left behind on his right shoulder and Kouga flinched at that, pulling away to turn back to face him. The inukai merely stepped closer, arm reaching out to wrap around the ookami and draw him closer.
“Do not forget, ookami.” Sesshomaru murmured, nuzzling the prince's face. “You were mine for one night. Mine.”
Kouga couldn't help the shiver throughout his body as the last word was growled. It was with much effort, he was loathe to admit, that he pulled away again. Blue eyes looked back at Sesshomaru, who merely stared back at him in return.
“Don't bet on it happening, again!” Kouga hissed, turning away to begin bathing again.
He stiffened at the feel of hands running over his skin assisting him and he tried his best to move away but Sesshomaru's grip was strong.
“The mark is not permanent, and I am not one to take one against ones will-”
“Yes you are!” Kouga interrupted in objection, spinning to glare at the calm-faced youkai. “You took me against my will more than once!”
“Are you truly to expect this Sesshomaru to believe that you were not burning with lust, were not begging for me to slate your hunger and your desire? Come now, pup, you are too naive.”
Kouga opened his mouth to object but was intercepted by the feel of lips on his own and a tongue invading his mouth. And just like that he was melting, his arms wrapped around broader shoulders and body pressed flush against one that should have belonged on a god. Damn dogs, he should have known not to even mess with them. Nothing but trouble.
He couldn’t help the satisfied moan as Sesshomaru pulled back and he ignored the triumphant smirk that broke the serene and stoic look that was usually found on the Daiyoukai's face.
“I won't mate you.” He said with a pout.
“It was not expected.” Sesshomaru said, though his fingers toyed with the healing mark.
“And you can not tell Dog Breath about this!” Was the shouted demand.
“I do not share my personal life with the hanyou.” Sesshomaru said with a soft snort.
“Good. Now can I please finish bathing?”
“It would be a complete waste, as I would merely take to replacing my scent upon your person once you were out.”
Kouga snorted, dipping under the surface again for a final rinse. He ignored Sesshomaru's claim and headed for the shore. He was only a few steps out of the water when he was lifted and thrown over a shoulder, the alpha objecting loudly before he was squeaking at the hand boldly groping his ass.
“You lecherous bastard! Let me go! Aren't you done humiliating me!”
“Inuyasha is near.”
The words had him stopping short, before Kouga was lifting his nose to the sky and smelling out the scent of the hanyou in the air. Damn it, he was right. The idiot was close by.
“I shall find you an adequate place to hide your nakedness.”
“Fine, whatever.” Kouga huffed, before he was trying his best to kick at the Daiyoukai as he felt a pinch to his ass. “And stop groping me you perverted son of a bitch!”
As the two disappeared, the space they left behind was soon occupied with a frowning Inuyasha. He knew he had smelled his brother near by, but he wasn't certain. Then again, he was sure that he had smelled Kouga as well. That didn't make any sense to him, though.
“Inuyasha, what is it?”
The hanyou looked back to the group that had finally caught up with him and he scoffed, tucking his sleeves away and looking off into the distance. His eyes twitched as he was certain that he heard odd cries out in the distance. He didn't have the interest to go looking to find where it was coming from or why they were occurring.
He smelled more than heard when Miroku came up beside him, and he allowed the hand to linger on the small of his back. Any other day the hanyou would have broken the monk's wrist, but after having had the pleasure of seeing what Miroku was like when on the receiving end of intimacy, (sexy, seductive, demanding, wanton, not to mention there was a lot more dirty talking), he would allow it.
“Though I smelled my brother. . . and Kouga, too.”
“Kouga was here?” Came Kagome's question.
Before the hanyou could answer it, the rustling of nearby bushes had the group looking to where the noise was coming from. They were shocked to find a disgruntled Jaken bursting free, a object wrapped in silk in his pudgy hands. Stopping in front of Inuyasha, he held it out for the hanyou, none to happy with having to interact with the half-demon.
“My Lord Sesshomaru wishes to return this to you.” The kappa announced. “He says it has been most useful and will no longer need its assistance.”
Inuyasha could only raise a brow, taking the bundle and then frowning as Jaken rushed off with a huff. He looked to the rest of his pack-members and yet all they could give him was a collective shrug. With no help from them, he looked back to the bundle and began to unravel it. His blood ran cold as he finally brought out it in the open. Oh shit.
“SIT BOY!”
As he slammed face first into the ground, Kagome ran forward to grab the pink vibrator, face bright pink as she hid it away into her backpack.
“Inuyasha, you're such a jerk! Until you apologize, I'm going home!”
With that Kagome was running off, a confused Sango following after her.
“Gods damn it!” Inuyasha swore, as Miroku crouched beside him with an amused chuckle.
He helped the hanyou peel himself away from the earth, Inuyasha grumbling and cursing all the while. As he dusted himself off, he looked to Miroku, who still held an amused smirk on his lips.
“What are you smiling about?” He gruffed, standing from the ground.
The monk followed him with a shrug, his hands wrapped about his shakujo, turning to look in the direction Jaken had disappeared.
“At least we know we didn't lose it after all.” Was all he said.
Yesterday, after their night of romping in the forest, Miroku and Inuyasha had returned to retrieve the device that they had left behind. Luckily enough, Kagome never realized it was missing, but they didn't want to risk it. However, as they came to the spot where the had been, they had found it gone. Inuyasha had thought he had detected traces of his brother, but it was so faint he had merely brushed it off. Cutting their losses, the two had returned to the women, hoping Kagome wouldn't have a nervous meltdown at the disappearance of her personal toy.
“Feh!” Inuyasha finally began, arms tucking away into his sleeves. “I don't wanna know what the hell he could have needed it for. At least it wasn't Kouga that-”
Inuyasha's sudden halt in speech had Miroku turning to face him and the monk found his ears perked and one turned in the direction of some obvious sound only he could hear. The monk's confusion was deepened as Inuyasha's face seemed to grimace in disgust and then Miroku was objecting as he was grabbed by the wrist and dragged off.
“Inuyasha! What is wrong with you!”
“Let's go.” Was all the hanyou said, storming off at a pace that had Miroku fighting not to stumble.
“Inuyasha, I don't understand!”
His friend was ignored and Inuyasha continued to drag him off, though in the other direction of where Kagome had run off to. When the time was right, he'd find Kouga and get to tease him unmercifully, but for now he needed to know if Miroku could make those same noises.
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