InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Morning After ❯ Chapter 1
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: teishou 
Sequel to Night At The Hot Springs.
Part two of my Trilogy of Lemony Goodness.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 04.05.2007 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 4.1K | Status: Completed
Sequel to Night At The Hot Springs.
Part two of my Trilogy of Lemony Goodness.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 04.05.2007 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 4.1K | Status: Completed
The Morning After
Author: teishou
Email: tsukaidate@yahoo.com
Rating: X
Warnings: Strong Sexual Content
Pairings: InuxKag, MirxSan, MirxKag
Disclaimer: Inuyasha and Co. are Property of Rumiko Takahashi. I’m just a worshipper.
A/N: This is the sequel to “Night at the Hot Springs,” so it’s best if you go read that one first. Otherwise, it’s all just mindless smut! Uh, I mean; it will be even more mindless smut. Just go read the prequel already!
Author: teishou
Email: tsukaidate@yahoo.com
Rating: X
Warnings: Strong Sexual Content
Pairings: InuxKag, MirxSan, MirxKag
Disclaimer: Inuyasha and Co. are Property of Rumiko Takahashi. I’m just a worshipper.
A/N: This is the sequel to “Night at the Hot Springs,” so it’s best if you go read that one first. Otherwise, it’s all just mindless smut! Uh, I mean; it will be even more mindless smut. Just go read the prequel already!
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Kagome groaned softly as the warmth of the sun tickled her eyes. Opening her eyes slightly, her hazy mind barely registered the warmth and pressure resting behind her. She stretched her legs out a little, only to hit another pair of legs and create a delicious friction in her nether regions. A noise that sounded like a cross between a gasp and a moan was ripped from her throat, making the blue-eyed miko close her eyes in pleasure.
Opening her eyes, she registered what appeared to be a clawed hand cupping her breast. Memories of last night flooded her mind. She felt the warmth rush to her cheeks, as well as other parts of her anatomy. As her sleep-induced haze faded away, she realized it was Inuyasha who was spooning her. Feeling aroused again, she shifted; which only served to tell her that Inuyasha was still in her.
He was still asleep, she could tell by his even, paced breathing. But a certain part of him sure didn’t seem to be sleeping. Kagome panted as she felt his length harden and grow inside of her. She lay there; naked and horny, Inuyasha’s morning wood in her pussy.
What else could she honestly do??
Inuyasha screwed his eyes shut against the sunshine. He didn’t want to wake up just yet; he was having an incredible dream. He was sitting with his back to a tree, Kagome in his lap, riding his cock like there was no tomorrow. It felt soooo real too. The warmth between their bodies, the smooth plane of her back against his chest, the delicious weight of her breast in his hand. Not to mention how hot and wet she was, how her inner muscles clenched around his manhood, and the way she panted and gasped softly. Oh yes, it was definitely one of the best dreams he ever had.
But no, the sun was really persistent this morning. With a sigh, he opened his eyes, bracing himself for the moment his delicious dream would fade away and leave him frustrated and hard.
Imagine his reaction when he opened his eyes to see a naked Kagome riding him as they lay on their sides on the ground.
He did what any sane guy would do.
He grabbed her hips and held her to him as he rolled on to his back, putting his knees between her legs and spreading them farther apart. He heard her gasp, but was too far gone. He held her body tight to his as he thrust into her awaiting cunt, burying himself repeatedly in her tight sheath. Her head lolled against his shoulder, her body shuddering on top of his. He groaned and grabbed on to both of her breasts, gripping the fleshy mounds tight while flicking her hard nipples. She cried for more, he obliged.
Not stopping his pace, he rolled over, her upper body laying flat against the ground. He kneeled behind, her hips held off the ground as he rammed into her again and again. He breasts hurt from the unforgiving ground, but it turned her on; she liked it rough. She vaguely heard the sounds of Miroku and Sango’s lovemaking, probably spurred on by the show she and Inuyasha were giving them, but soon lost all coherent thought. One especially hard thrust and she spiraled over the edge, clamping down on him as she came. He continued to drive into her, desperately seeking his own release. He positioned her so that she lay on her side, and raised one of her legs straight into the air. He moved closer and continued to thrust into her, making Kagome scream at the deep penetration. Still coming down from her last orgasm, the sensations were intensified and he was steadily building her back up. Eventually, they both lost it and came at the same time, screaming each other’s names as their visions grayed and white stars exploded behind their eyelids.
Opening her eyes, she registered what appeared to be a clawed hand cupping her breast. Memories of last night flooded her mind. She felt the warmth rush to her cheeks, as well as other parts of her anatomy. As her sleep-induced haze faded away, she realized it was Inuyasha who was spooning her. Feeling aroused again, she shifted; which only served to tell her that Inuyasha was still in her.
He was still asleep, she could tell by his even, paced breathing. But a certain part of him sure didn’t seem to be sleeping. Kagome panted as she felt his length harden and grow inside of her. She lay there; naked and horny, Inuyasha’s morning wood in her pussy.
What else could she honestly do??
Inuyasha screwed his eyes shut against the sunshine. He didn’t want to wake up just yet; he was having an incredible dream. He was sitting with his back to a tree, Kagome in his lap, riding his cock like there was no tomorrow. It felt soooo real too. The warmth between their bodies, the smooth plane of her back against his chest, the delicious weight of her breast in his hand. Not to mention how hot and wet she was, how her inner muscles clenched around his manhood, and the way she panted and gasped softly. Oh yes, it was definitely one of the best dreams he ever had.
But no, the sun was really persistent this morning. With a sigh, he opened his eyes, bracing himself for the moment his delicious dream would fade away and leave him frustrated and hard.
Imagine his reaction when he opened his eyes to see a naked Kagome riding him as they lay on their sides on the ground.
He did what any sane guy would do.
He grabbed her hips and held her to him as he rolled on to his back, putting his knees between her legs and spreading them farther apart. He heard her gasp, but was too far gone. He held her body tight to his as he thrust into her awaiting cunt, burying himself repeatedly in her tight sheath. Her head lolled against his shoulder, her body shuddering on top of his. He groaned and grabbed on to both of her breasts, gripping the fleshy mounds tight while flicking her hard nipples. She cried for more, he obliged.
Not stopping his pace, he rolled over, her upper body laying flat against the ground. He kneeled behind, her hips held off the ground as he rammed into her again and again. He breasts hurt from the unforgiving ground, but it turned her on; she liked it rough. She vaguely heard the sounds of Miroku and Sango’s lovemaking, probably spurred on by the show she and Inuyasha were giving them, but soon lost all coherent thought. One especially hard thrust and she spiraled over the edge, clamping down on him as she came. He continued to drive into her, desperately seeking his own release. He positioned her so that she lay on her side, and raised one of her legs straight into the air. He moved closer and continued to thrust into her, making Kagome scream at the deep penetration. Still coming down from her last orgasm, the sensations were intensified and he was steadily building her back up. Eventually, they both lost it and came at the same time, screaming each other’s names as their visions grayed and white stars exploded behind their eyelids.
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Miroku watched as Inuyasha turned Kagome onto her side and lift one of her legs into the air. Hearing Kagome’s screams, he quickened his own pace, making Sango cry out and claw at his back. He grinned as her legs tightened around his waist. Lowering his head, he kissed her roughly, smirking against her lips as he felt her inner walls constrict around his manhood. Pounding into her with abandon, he groaned as he spilled his seed into her, triggering her own climax as she cinched around him. Sated, he let himself collapse beside her. They lay there catching their breaths, watching as Inuyasha and Kagome continued to rut.
He laughed as Sango’s eyes widened. “Err, is that even possible?”
“I think it’s a dog demon thing.”
He laughed as Sango’s eyes widened. “Err, is that even possible?”
“I think it’s a dog demon thing.”
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Miroku grinned lecherously as he nodded at Inuyasha and turned to enter the forest. It was early morning, and the sun’s rays were gentle and not yet scorching. The forest would be cool with all its shadows and shade. He walked faster as the forest grew denser, his slipper encased feet silent on the thick wild grass. Concealing himself behind a tree, he smirked as his prey continued to hum and pick herbs, unaware of his presence.
She kneeled at the base of a tree, sorting through the green undergrowth that grew around the tree’s roots. Her hand froze as a slightly darker shadow loomed over her form. But before she could turn, whoever it was kneeled behind her and held her close, cupping her breasts and lavishing attention onto her neck with a hot tongue. Looking down, she saw that a hand was gloved and covered in rosary beads.
“Miroku--” He smiled as she sighed his name. Using nimble hands, he relieved her of her clothing, turning her in his arms so that she faced him. His lips crashed down on hers as her lithe body melted into his. When they pulled apart for air he continued down her jaw, placing open-mouthed kisses on her throat and collar bone. She arched her back, as he lowered his mouth to her breasts, suckling them sensuously.
He lifted her slender body and placed her to stand against the tree they were under. She gazed down at him as he dropped to his knees before her, her arousal flaring at the sight of Miroku kneeling at her feet.
He stared up at her hungrily as he lifted her legs to rest on his shoulders, his hands coming up to cup her bottom. She was suspended in midair, held up by Miroku’s shoulders and the tree. Her eyes screwed shut and she cried out as his probing tongue found her drenched entrance. He was the musician, she the instrument. His talented tongue made her hum and pant, scream and moan. And when she came, he drank her eagerly, as though her essence was the sweetest nectar to bless his taste buds.
And when he cradled her in his arms when she was too weak in the knees from the euphoria he’d given her, she smiled at his dancing violet eyes. She’d mumbled a soft ‘thanks,’ but he’d only chuckled at her.
“There’s no need to thank me, I was just merely returning a favor.”
She kneeled at the base of a tree, sorting through the green undergrowth that grew around the tree’s roots. Her hand froze as a slightly darker shadow loomed over her form. But before she could turn, whoever it was kneeled behind her and held her close, cupping her breasts and lavishing attention onto her neck with a hot tongue. Looking down, she saw that a hand was gloved and covered in rosary beads.
“Miroku--” He smiled as she sighed his name. Using nimble hands, he relieved her of her clothing, turning her in his arms so that she faced him. His lips crashed down on hers as her lithe body melted into his. When they pulled apart for air he continued down her jaw, placing open-mouthed kisses on her throat and collar bone. She arched her back, as he lowered his mouth to her breasts, suckling them sensuously.
He lifted her slender body and placed her to stand against the tree they were under. She gazed down at him as he dropped to his knees before her, her arousal flaring at the sight of Miroku kneeling at her feet.
He stared up at her hungrily as he lifted her legs to rest on his shoulders, his hands coming up to cup her bottom. She was suspended in midair, held up by Miroku’s shoulders and the tree. Her eyes screwed shut and she cried out as his probing tongue found her drenched entrance. He was the musician, she the instrument. His talented tongue made her hum and pant, scream and moan. And when she came, he drank her eagerly, as though her essence was the sweetest nectar to bless his taste buds.
And when he cradled her in his arms when she was too weak in the knees from the euphoria he’d given her, she smiled at his dancing violet eyes. She’d mumbled a soft ‘thanks,’ but he’d only chuckled at her.
“There’s no need to thank me, I was just merely returning a favor.”
End
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A/N: You like? I hope so. It wasn’t exactly what I pictured, but I think it’s good enough. Anyway, there you have it! The sequel to Night at the Hot Springs.Wasn’t the ending cute? I was kinda pinin' for some Miroku/Kagome lovin’. Blame it on all the MonkandMiko fanfics I’ve been reading! Chehehe. x] Review please! It would be nice to know what you all think. So please be nice and gimme a review!! Be on the lookout for even more steamy, yummy lemons!