InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Hanyou Handbook: A Romance ❯ Chapter Twenty-Two ( Chapter 22 )
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By: donatella 
Sesshomaru finds out who the voyeur is and gives him due punishment. Lemon Warning!
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Psychological / Hentai / Drama / Comedy / Romance / Angst | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 05.09.2011 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 615 | Status: Work In Progress
Sesshomaru finds out who the voyeur is and gives him due punishment. Lemon Warning!
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Psychological / Hentai / Drama / Comedy / Romance / Angst | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 05.09.2011 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 615 | Status: Work In Progress
Disclaimer: Inu Yasha and its characters are owned by Rumiko Takahashi and Sunrise. I make no profit from this fiction. All original characters and story are owned by Donatella D.
Author's Note: Thank you to everyone who reviewed. Constructive criticism is always welcome. Enjoy.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Just outside Sesshomaru and Inuyasha’s bedroom, a dark secret lurked in the garden concealed by a convenient bush right in front of a slightly torn shoji screen that happened to look into said bedroom. The view into this room was simply too irresistible for the voyeur to look away, and he came back whenever the tempting sounds from inside attracted him like bees to honey.
Currently, the voyeur was watching a particularly delectable view, so enthralling was the scene that he could not control his own sounds of delight. He watched as the elder brother ate at the pregnant brother’s cunt for a long time until he saw him come and heard him moan. Then the elder fucked the younger brother hard and he could see as the elder’s enormous cock disappeared with each thrust into the younger again and again. The way he moved his body so fluidly and how the muscles in his ass worked to give each plunge into the younger were mesmerizing. The voyeur had never seen anyone so beautiful move with such grace while performing such an ordinary act, and he simply could not take his eyes away from the exquisite scene before him.
Miroku had been doing this every day, ever since the two brothers moved into the new home that was so close to his own hut. He could hear the screaming cries of lustful lovemaking from his own bedroom while Sango would be fast asleep, and when he went to investigate that first night he wound up staying much longer than anticipated, and he was immediately hooked. He had rubbed himself raw with all his voyeuristic activity, but he just couldn’t stop himself, and now it had become a terrible habit in which he always needed more.
However, he knew if he wasn’t careful that he would get caught, and the Lord of the West would probably tear his head off if he ever found him jerking off at his window -- he did value his life, but he still couldn‘t bring himself to stop. Maybe there was something to the danger of Sesshomaru catching him in the act that made it so enticing. He had to admit that lately sex with Sango could use a little excitement, but he knew that if she caught him he would be just as dead.
Honestly, he couldn’t think about all that now because Sesshomaru had just brought Inuyasha to another climax and he was moaning so exquisitely that Miroku had to concentrate on his own. As the Lord of the West adjusted their position -- up on his knees now and lifting his brother up to him by the ass so that he could thrust into him at a different angle, Miroku quickened the pace of his hand on his own cock.
Miroku had lost count of how many times Sesshomaru had made his brother come, and he was in awe at how long Sesshomaru could perform -- if only he had that same kind of stamina, he thought. He was a very bad person; he had to stop doing this, and he will, just as soon as he comes. This will be the very last time… never again… never… again, he thought to himself as he came hard into his hand. He tried to be quiet; he really did, and he thought he was well concealed by the big shrub that made up his small, intimate hiding place, but it was really only a matter of time before he was caught. The only question was who would get to him first, Sango or Sesshomaru.
As he finished his thoughts and his climax, he felt a hard tug on his ear that pulled him out of his little secret spot. The next thing he knew he was flat on the ground from a hard kick to his sacred jewels and gasping for air as he heard the final words: “Don’t even think about coming home, you disgusting pervert!”
The last thing he saw was the distorted face filled with anger as Sango gave him one final kick to the ribs, and then all went black. He should consider himself lucky; at least he was still alive.
Inside the house, Sesshomaru continued to pound his brother’s sex with his own and he had Inuyasha screaming so loud in ecstasy that Inuyasha never heard a thing going on outside their room, but Sesshomaru did. He heard the whole thing and smiled to himself at Sango’s thrashing of her mate. However, he wasn’t going to let the monk off so easy and as soon as he finished with his own mate, he was going to give the monk exactly what he deserved.
As soon as Inuyasha settled down after his umpteenth orgasm, Sesshomaru tucked him in to bed with his new puppy that lay down beside him and let them both sleep. He knew his brother would be out cold for hours after that, which Sesshomaru had planned on since he didn’t want Inuyasha to hear what would be going on outside as he got his revenge on the monk.
He went outside where he knew he’d find him, still on the ground rolling around in pain with his hands protectively covering his sore balls, and grabbed the monk by the neck. He maneuvered him to his knees, bent him over, lifted his robes, and then proceeded to stuff him full of his still hard and wet staff. As he made that first plunge into him, he could tell immediately that this monk’s ass had seen much previous action and he was hoping he was causing him enough pain so he wouldn’t forget his perverted mistake too quickly.
Miroku didn’t even try to fight back; there was no way he could ever overpower Sesshomaru and he didn’t exactly want to. The thought of the beautiful and powerful demon’s cock inside him made him hard again and he only wished that Sesshomaru would release his arms from behind his back so that he could touch his own aching cock.
Sesshomaru wasn’t disappointed when the monk screamed, though he couldn’t tell if the scream was from pain or surprise, or maybe pleasure, but he stuffed his mouth full of his own robe to muffle the noise so as not to wake his sleeping Inuyasha on the other side of the thin wall. He continued to pound the monk as hard as he could without killing the delicate human and he finally allowed himself to come after a full day of fucking and slammed the monk to the ground once he was done.
Before he left the pathetic human he leaned down close to his ear and told him in a cold, threatening voice, “I will let you live… for now, but if Inuyasha ever hears of this, then I will kill you.”
As Sesshomaru returned to his sleeping Inuyasha snuggled so innocently with his puppy, he couldn’t help feeling a little guilty about what he had just done to the monk. He didn’t feel bad about the monk; he felt badly about betraying Inuyasha, and himself. It was especially bad after trying so hard to convince his brother that he would never do such a thing. He had always held himself above such base acts as rape, but he also wanted every punishment to fit the crime, and the monk’s punishment certainly did fit. What else could he have done?
He decided to wash himself off in that new heated bath he had built, which he had grown quite fond of and was now using it daily -- he wished Inuyasha would do the same. It was the perfect way to relax away these feelings of guilt and shame he was having, not to mention the stench of that disgusting human.
To be continued…
Author's Note: Thank you to everyone who reviewed. Constructive criticism is always welcome. Enjoy.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Just outside Sesshomaru and Inuyasha’s bedroom, a dark secret lurked in the garden concealed by a convenient bush right in front of a slightly torn shoji screen that happened to look into said bedroom. The view into this room was simply too irresistible for the voyeur to look away, and he came back whenever the tempting sounds from inside attracted him like bees to honey.
Currently, the voyeur was watching a particularly delectable view, so enthralling was the scene that he could not control his own sounds of delight. He watched as the elder brother ate at the pregnant brother’s cunt for a long time until he saw him come and heard him moan. Then the elder fucked the younger brother hard and he could see as the elder’s enormous cock disappeared with each thrust into the younger again and again. The way he moved his body so fluidly and how the muscles in his ass worked to give each plunge into the younger were mesmerizing. The voyeur had never seen anyone so beautiful move with such grace while performing such an ordinary act, and he simply could not take his eyes away from the exquisite scene before him.
Miroku had been doing this every day, ever since the two brothers moved into the new home that was so close to his own hut. He could hear the screaming cries of lustful lovemaking from his own bedroom while Sango would be fast asleep, and when he went to investigate that first night he wound up staying much longer than anticipated, and he was immediately hooked. He had rubbed himself raw with all his voyeuristic activity, but he just couldn’t stop himself, and now it had become a terrible habit in which he always needed more.
However, he knew if he wasn’t careful that he would get caught, and the Lord of the West would probably tear his head off if he ever found him jerking off at his window -- he did value his life, but he still couldn‘t bring himself to stop. Maybe there was something to the danger of Sesshomaru catching him in the act that made it so enticing. He had to admit that lately sex with Sango could use a little excitement, but he knew that if she caught him he would be just as dead.
Honestly, he couldn’t think about all that now because Sesshomaru had just brought Inuyasha to another climax and he was moaning so exquisitely that Miroku had to concentrate on his own. As the Lord of the West adjusted their position -- up on his knees now and lifting his brother up to him by the ass so that he could thrust into him at a different angle, Miroku quickened the pace of his hand on his own cock.
Miroku had lost count of how many times Sesshomaru had made his brother come, and he was in awe at how long Sesshomaru could perform -- if only he had that same kind of stamina, he thought. He was a very bad person; he had to stop doing this, and he will, just as soon as he comes. This will be the very last time… never again… never… again, he thought to himself as he came hard into his hand. He tried to be quiet; he really did, and he thought he was well concealed by the big shrub that made up his small, intimate hiding place, but it was really only a matter of time before he was caught. The only question was who would get to him first, Sango or Sesshomaru.
As he finished his thoughts and his climax, he felt a hard tug on his ear that pulled him out of his little secret spot. The next thing he knew he was flat on the ground from a hard kick to his sacred jewels and gasping for air as he heard the final words: “Don’t even think about coming home, you disgusting pervert!”
The last thing he saw was the distorted face filled with anger as Sango gave him one final kick to the ribs, and then all went black. He should consider himself lucky; at least he was still alive.
Inside the house, Sesshomaru continued to pound his brother’s sex with his own and he had Inuyasha screaming so loud in ecstasy that Inuyasha never heard a thing going on outside their room, but Sesshomaru did. He heard the whole thing and smiled to himself at Sango’s thrashing of her mate. However, he wasn’t going to let the monk off so easy and as soon as he finished with his own mate, he was going to give the monk exactly what he deserved.
As soon as Inuyasha settled down after his umpteenth orgasm, Sesshomaru tucked him in to bed with his new puppy that lay down beside him and let them both sleep. He knew his brother would be out cold for hours after that, which Sesshomaru had planned on since he didn’t want Inuyasha to hear what would be going on outside as he got his revenge on the monk.
He went outside where he knew he’d find him, still on the ground rolling around in pain with his hands protectively covering his sore balls, and grabbed the monk by the neck. He maneuvered him to his knees, bent him over, lifted his robes, and then proceeded to stuff him full of his still hard and wet staff. As he made that first plunge into him, he could tell immediately that this monk’s ass had seen much previous action and he was hoping he was causing him enough pain so he wouldn’t forget his perverted mistake too quickly.
Miroku didn’t even try to fight back; there was no way he could ever overpower Sesshomaru and he didn’t exactly want to. The thought of the beautiful and powerful demon’s cock inside him made him hard again and he only wished that Sesshomaru would release his arms from behind his back so that he could touch his own aching cock.
Sesshomaru wasn’t disappointed when the monk screamed, though he couldn’t tell if the scream was from pain or surprise, or maybe pleasure, but he stuffed his mouth full of his own robe to muffle the noise so as not to wake his sleeping Inuyasha on the other side of the thin wall. He continued to pound the monk as hard as he could without killing the delicate human and he finally allowed himself to come after a full day of fucking and slammed the monk to the ground once he was done.
Before he left the pathetic human he leaned down close to his ear and told him in a cold, threatening voice, “I will let you live… for now, but if Inuyasha ever hears of this, then I will kill you.”
As Sesshomaru returned to his sleeping Inuyasha snuggled so innocently with his puppy, he couldn’t help feeling a little guilty about what he had just done to the monk. He didn’t feel bad about the monk; he felt badly about betraying Inuyasha, and himself. It was especially bad after trying so hard to convince his brother that he would never do such a thing. He had always held himself above such base acts as rape, but he also wanted every punishment to fit the crime, and the monk’s punishment certainly did fit. What else could he have done?
He decided to wash himself off in that new heated bath he had built, which he had grown quite fond of and was now using it daily -- he wished Inuyasha would do the same. It was the perfect way to relax away these feelings of guilt and shame he was having, not to mention the stench of that disgusting human.
To be continued…