InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Monk and the Youkai Women ❯ one ( Chapter 1 )

Miroku didn't know if he should be grateful or scared shitless. Somehow both seemed appropriate. On one hand, he had two beautiful women with him, obviously intent on screwing his brains out. On the other hand, they were demons and he'd never quite considered the possibility of being ravished within an inch of his life. He hoped it was going to be within an inch of his life, he hoped they were intending on letting him live through this. But he was a monk, he understood the balance of the universe, the inevitable give and take of life's complexities, and silently willed his fate to the gods. If he were to perish at the hands of two lusty dog demon females, so be it.

He couldn't think of a better way to go.

It sure beat the hell out of being sucked into the void of his own cursed hand.

The dark haired one, he thought her name was Zumi, had settled herself just behind him on the bed. He didn't protest when she gently lifted his shoulders and placed his head in her lap. She smelled faintly of sakura blossoms and some musky, spicy scent that was unique to inuyoukai. Her hand brushed his hair, a soft gentle touch and he looked up to meet her dark eyes. "Are you frightened, little monk?"

Hell yes, he was more than a little frightened. Who wouldn't be? Still, a man had to have his pride, these females wouldn't respect a sign of weakness. Hadn't he faced down terrors in the past, hadn't he fought and slain his enemies? With his face composed and his voice steady, he answered her. "A little."

A deep chuckle from somewhere around his knees made him jump in response. "What's to be frightened of, houshi-sama?" Aiko's hands were sliding under his robes now, her strong fingers kneading the flesh of his upper thighs. "Do you think we're going to hurt you?"

"The thought had crossed my mind," Miroku said gamely, glad his voice wasn't shaking. Zumi laughed then, moving her hands down over his chest. He was sure she could feel how hard his heart was pounding at the moment, half arousal, half fear. Not that he hadn't fantasized about such a predicament, but he'd never imagined his partners would have fangs and claws, or each be at least twice as strong as himself. He figured his best shot at surviving the next few hours was just to lay back submissively, let his body relax and let these two women take whatever satisfaction they wanted. "I am completely at your mercy, dear ladies. I can only hope that you'll be gentle."

"No such luck," Aiko hissed, her blunted claws digging into him suddenly. Miroku tried to sit up out of reflex but a strong pair of hands pushed his shoulders into the bed. He looked up at Zumi, but there was no amusement sparkling in her eyes. "Stay where you are," she whispered.

He swallowed hard, Zumi's hands moved to grasp his wrists, pinning them firmly on either side of her thighs. Sweet Buddha, I'm going to die, he thought.

Aiko pushed up the monk's robes and started to lick the inside of his legs, a sensual, warm feeling that made Miroku's knees feel weak and he was glad he was lying down. Her tongue was slightly rough, sensitizing an already sensitive area and Miroku started breathing hard when she nibbled lightly at him, letting him feel her sharp fangs. That was okay, that wasn't bad at all. A little bit of teeth was no big deal, he could handle this just fine.

He yelped in spite of himself when he felt her fangs pierce his skin. Aiko lapped at the light wound, easing away the pain. Zumi snickered and leaned down over his face. "A bit jumpy, aren't you, human?"

"I'm not used being bitten, understand?" he said, a little more defiantly than he'd intended. The woman's eyes narrowed at his tone and she looked at her partner. "He calls that a bite, Aiko? You should show him what a real bite is, maybe that would lead him to mend his ways."

Aiko shrugged, her hands still caressing him. "Makiko said not to damage him too badly," she said, sounding unconcerned. "But then again, she can't hold us responsible for being a little enthusiastic. I have a better way of getting his attention."

Miroku gasped as her mouth engulfed him, hot and demanding. Helpless, he writhed against the pleasure she was inflicting on him, sucking hard and nibbling lightly, taking him deep into her throat and he cried out softly. Zumi's smile turned positively bloodthirsty. "Oh yes, you've got his attention now, Aiko."

She was not gentle, he decided, gritting his teeth against the ravishment the demon woman was giving his painfully aroused member. It was a burningly intense pleasure, her hands working him almost cruelly as his hips moved up, urgent to thrust himself into her mouth. Zumi's hands were tight on his wrists, holding him immobile when he felt her suddenly shift her weight and pull her legs out from under his head. He opened his eyes, staring at her as she bore down on him, her eyes fiery darkness. He opened his mouth to say something, anything, but rational words were already beyond him from Aiko's attentions. Zumi pounced, taking his mouth brutally with her own, her tongue demanding entrance and her fangs scraping against his teeth. Miroku wasn't going to back down now and kissed her back just as hard, feeling his climax building fast. If it had been any normal encounter, he'd fight the blood burning in his body for more time, stretch things out for enjoyment, but now he was just about helpless.

Aiko suddenly released him, making him whimper as cool air hit hot, wet skin. "Not so fast, houshi-sama," she said, a wry grin on her face as Zumi released him from her kiss. "We aren't going to be satisfied like that."

Just his luck. "What are you planning on doing to me then," he asked, still breathing quite hard.

Zumi's grip tightened on his wrists. "Make you sweat, make you scared. I personally won't be satisfied until we hear you scream.

Scream? Are they insane, the monk wondered, watching as Aiko got up and started searching through her discarded clothing. He watched her avidly, the demoness' body shone golden from the light of the small fire that was warming his room. She noticed him watching and turned to face him, grinning. Slowly, she reached up her arms and stretched languidly, smiling at him. Aiko pulled her thick braid over her shoulder and started to work at the end of it until she freed the heavy mass of her hair and swung it over her shoulder. "Like what you see, houshi-sama?"

"You're beautiful," he breathed, watching her intently. All his fear seemed to have vanished. Aiko grinned at him and went to kneel over him on the bed, her knees on either side of him, the apex of her legs just inches from his aroused manhood. "Watch me then," she ordered, starting to fondle her breasts. "I bet I can guess what you like to see."

He was watching, he couldn't very well look away, the other demoness still holding him down on the bed as Aiko closed her eyes, pleasuring herself. "You're so beautiful," he said again, aching to touch all that velvety toned skin for himself. He could hear Zumi's excited breathing next to his ear, the girl was getting turned on watching her friend play, he decided, feeling considerably more relaxed. He tore his eyes away from Aiko long enough to glance at Zumi's face. The demon girl's lips were parted, her teeth partially bared and he saw her pink tongue dart out to lick her dry lips. I'm not the only hentai in the room, he thought happily.

"Zumi, come over here, I need you," Aiko breathed, one hand stroking urgently between her legs. Zumi let go of the monk's hands to join her friend, dipping her face near one rosy nipple. "Like this, Aiko?" she murmured. Miroku's jaw dropped as Zumi started to suckle lovingly on Aiko's pert breast, tonguing the nipple and raking her fangs over the tip while Aiko moaned in pleasure. Zumi's hand darted between Aiko's legs, helping her friend get closer, Aiko bracing herself against Zumi's shoulder as they knelt above the prone monk. Zumi pulled her face away from Aiko's breasts and started to tenderly lick her friend's lips, kissing gently and nibbling hungrily on Aiko's full lower lip.

I think I've died and gone to heaven, Miroku thought, watching the loveliness in front of him. To hell with enlightenment, I'll take earthly pleasures anytime. He couldn't stand it anymore, he had to relieve himself and his hand reached down to stroke his unbelievably stiff member. The motion caught Aiko's attention as she glanced down at him and a ferocious scowl crossed the girl's face. "What the hell do you think you're doing, monk?" she demanded in a harsh tone.

"Uh," he said intelligently. Zumi glared and him and suddenly reached down to rake her sharp claws across his bare stomach, scratching four fine crimson welts from his pelvis to his lower chest. "Shit!" he hissed, raising himself up on his elbows.

Aiko dropped across him, pinning him to the bed with her warm naked body. "We can't trust this one," she said over her shoulder to Zumi. "I brought something to tie him up with."

"You're going to tie me up?" he asked, shocked.

Aiko purred deep in the back of her throat. He jumped reflexively when her tongue licked slowly up his cheek. "Of course not silly. We're going to tie you down."

Zumi had found Aiko's rope, a soft braided length of silk and started to bind his wrists. "Why do you wear beads around your hand, monk?" she asked as she secured him.

"It's a long story," he answered. "But I sincerely suggest that you leave them there or none of us will live long enough to hear it." Aiko had his monk's robe completely open by now, still pinning him to the bed. Did she have any idea how much torture she was inflicting on him just by writhing her naked body on top of his, not letting him touch her, not even letting him touch himself? He met the demoness' amused eyes and smiled faintly. She knew.

"Now what should we do with him?" Zumi wanted to know. The dark haired girl was still completely clothed, much to Miroku's disappointment. Aiko looked thoughtful, still half sitting on him, he could feel the warmth of between her legs against his bare belly and the thought made him bite back a moan. Aiko grinned moving upwards slowly, bringing her hips over his chest.

"I want to find out what else he can do with that smooth tongue of his," she smiled, winking at Zumi as she lowered herself over the monk's grinning face. "I'm very happy to oblige," he said merrily as he set to work. So they were going to make him scream, eh? He wasn't going to be the only one yelling for mercy.

Aiko cried out suddenly, almost smothering Miroku as he went to work, teasing, nipping and probing as deep as he could with his tongue. Zumi straddled his chest, her hands coming up behind Aiko to cup her breasts, caressing the soft skin and tweaking her nipples with sharp claws. "Come on, Aiko," she murmured, nuzzling her friend's neck. "Make him give you everything he's got."

That's what I'm trying to do, Miroku thought, his jaw starting to ache. The demoness started to growl fiercely, grinding her hips down on him. "Damn you, hentai monk," she hissed, her body jerking in pure reaction to the pleasure singing between her legs.

Miroku almost lost his concentration when one of Zumi's hands reached for him and started to vigorously pump him, making his legs quake. He used his tongue in time to Zumi's strokes, Aiko gasping and hissing in pleasure, leaning back into Zumi as the girl's other hand continued to tease her nipples ruthlessly. Zumi was breathing hard by now, getting excited by the thick musk in the air. She couldn't stand it any longer, turning around to face away from Aiko and pulling up her yukata, ramming herself down on Miroku's manhood. She growled, digging her claws into his legs and riding the monk hard, heedless of the thin trickles of blood staining his skin.

He was getting dizzy, he wasn't getting enough oxygen and it seemed like all the blood had pooled in his crotch. Aiko's fingers dug into his hair. "If you stop now, I will rip your throat out, human!"

The only way I'm getting out of this alive is to make her come soon, he winced. Picking up his pace, trying to hold back from what was going to be a mind bending orgasm from Zumi, he redoubled his efforts, working the demoness' womanhood aggressively, much more than he ever would have with a human girl. She seemed to approve, letting go of his hair so he was no longer distracted by the pain in his scalp. "Better, houshi-sama," she purred, her hips moving in time with his mouth. Miroku sucked hard at her, feeling himself losing control. They'll kill me if I go first, he thought desperately, and bucked hard with his hips, getting a pleased moan from Zumi. "More," she demanded, digging her claws into him again. He ignored the pain as best he could, concentrating on Aiko, hearing her ragged breathing, the laxness in her thighs as she gave herself over to him. She cried out, arching her back, reaching desperately for Zumi as she came hard into his mouth, her body shaking and trembling.

Zumi knew that Aiko had reached her peak and growled ferally with satisfaction. Her hips continued to pump him feverishly, Miroku was whimpering by now, unable to control himself when the girl suddenly ground herself into him, her inner walls clamping down and milking him with her contraction.

Everything was red, he couldn't see. He knew Aiko had moved away otherwise he wouldn't even be breathing, but exhaustion was claiming him and Miroku saw the red fade to black as he started to lose consciousness.

A sharp slap brought him back to himself, he opened his eyes, startled, just in time to feel Aiko's hand strike him again. "Nobody said you could go to sleep now," she said archly, grinning and flushed. "I already told you we wouldn't be easily satisfied."

Zumi's mouth took his limp member and started pumping furiously, determined that the monk wasn't going to have an easy time of it. He would learn what it meant to play with inuyoukai females and never again would his hands stray without remembering the consquences. Miroku groaned, feeling his body react, realizing that he was going to get hard again whether he liked it or not. Aiko had moved around the bed, laughing as her claws slit the ropes binding him. Wearily, he pulled his hands down, his arms still aching from being restrained. "Humans generally need a little time to rest," he commented as Aiko sat down to watch Zumi's work, her fingers twisting lazily in his hair.

"Inuyoukai do not," she answered, her other hand slipping between her thighs. "We can go at it for hours, days sometimes."

He stared at her. "You're kidding."

Zumi pulled her mouth off his now stiff manhood with a slurp. "She's not kidding. We could very easily fuck you to death, houshi-sama. Don't look so frightened...remember Makiko said not to injure you too badly."

Yeah, he thought, but what is Makiko's idea of too badly? It had been downright cruel of her to set these two on him for his indiscretions. He had to remember to thank her.

Miroku yelped as Aiko suddenly yanked him into a sitting position on the bed, his erection bobbing stiffly between his legs. "Now, monk," she said, laying back and spreading her legs. "Service me as best you can for a human. Don't even think of stopping before I tell you to do so."

What else could he do? He started to get up to kneel between her legs when Zumi pounced on him, kissing him hard and raked her claws down the side of his face to his neck. He jerked away, reaching up to feel the scratches that were bleeding freely. "What the hell was that for?"

"You didn't move fast enough," she hissed, her eyes glittering at him. "If you don't please Aiko, I will not be pleased either. Do you really want two unsatisfied and angry females to take it out on you?"

He shook his head and threw himself on top of the waiting Aiko. Damn bitches, he thought, wondering why he was enjoying being treated so roughly. He braced his hands on the bed and looked into Aiko's grinning eyes. "Woman, I am going to make you wish you hadn't started this."

Her eyes lit in pleasure at his words, raising her hands to his back and dragging her blunted claws down his back. "Shut up and fuck me, monk," she murmured. Miroku found he was growling himself, finding her entrance and burying himself deep. He hoped his body was up for this, his mind seemed to have ideas of its own about what he was capable of. He drove himself into her as hard as he could, slamming violently into her hips, trying his damnedest to thrust her through the mattress. Aiko called out, loving it, begging for more as she clenched her fingers into his ass, demanding harder thrusts. He never would have taken a human girl like this, he liked to think of himself as considerate, concerned and loving when he dallied with a girl. Not like this, this was all animalistic lust, the fury of the demonesses' desire to rut him senseless had him rising to their challenge.

Aiko was whimpering, her eyes tightly closed, her face bright red and sweaty. "Gods, don't stop, houshi-sama," she cried out, arching against him.

"No chance," he snapped back, pleased he'd found a way to get to her. Zumi was watching them, a fine blush creeping up her chest to her face. She started to reach for herself, murmuring. Miroku caught her eye. "Spread your legs," he ordered harshly. "I want to watch you work yourself."

Zumi looked pleased and did as she was told, letting him see how she pleasured herself. Miroku groaned and pumped harder into Aiko, panting. The woman clutched him to her, her felt her body building towards orgasm and dropped onto her chest, rutting her hard and panting hotly in her ear. "Come, you damn demon bitch," he growled, hardly recognizing himself. The gentle natured monk had disappeared for the moment, leaving a stranger in his place. A stranger who was determined to not back down from the women's challenge, intent on proving himself against their flesh. Aiko shrieked, clamping her legs tight on him just as Zumi also screamed, her voice wildly calling out as her fingers worked furiously between her thighs. He gasped, shivering as the most intense orgasm of his lifetime suddenly rocked through his world and left him laying helplessly on top of Aiko.

She murmured, growled softly, licking his neck over and over, biting him gently and nipping at his mouth. "Houshi-sama," she whispered, lacing her hands in his hair. By Buddha himself, he was utterly spent, he couldn't move, his legs were numb, his balls were throbbing they were so sore. He hoped they weren't going to go after him again. Let them have that much compassion!

Zumi cuddled in next to them, wrapping her arms around Miroku and Aiko in a warm three way embrace that none of them could even think about breaking. Miroku eased off Aiko, not wanting to annoy the sated demoness by sleeping right on top of her. He allowed his body to be tucked between theirs, quiet at last, only the sounds of gentle growling in his ears as they continued to nuzzle him affectionately, occasionally feeling a scratch of a fang or the lap of a velvet tongue.

Buddha was wise, Buddha was merciful and Miroku closed his eyes in silent thanks for the fact that fortune had indeed smiled on him and he would see the morning