InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Tale of Sesshoumaru ❯ Miroku's Lemon ( Chapter 43 )

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Finding Jaken had been really easy. Miroku discovered him back in the kitchens plugging a creature that looked just like him while the dirty dishes went untouched. The monk had no idea if it was a male or female because it had no hair or breasts, just those big yellow and green toady eyes. With their clothes off, Jaken and his...thing...looked like twins latched together at the crotch.

 

Needless to say, Jaken was quick to tell him where the keys were so that he could get back to the business at hand. He never even got off of the other toad's body, just said a “they are over there on the table my lord” as he continued to pump away.

 

Miroku was disgusted. If all demon sex looked like that, then he certainly wanted no part of it.

 

On the way back to the women's quarters he gazed out over the wall to see two big white inuyoukai locked together like normal dogs would be out in the fields. When you're two and three stories tall, he guessed there was no such thing as privacy. He shook his head with a laughing smile. The youkai were a randy bunch indeed.

 

Sesshoumaru and his wife were going to be stuck like that at least for a couple more hours if they were anything like normal dogs. Lucky dogs. Humans only lasted fifteen minutes. No wonder she had told him long ago that she would crush his frail human body. Miroku scratched his head and started back on his journey to Sango.

 

It took a couple of tries to find the right keys, but he finally got the hallway door open with just a few small squeaks. He left his staff at the door because it was bound to jingle and make noise. The first room, which traditionally belonged to who ever was of highest rank laid empty. Inside were Rin's toys scattered all over the floor. It had to be her room. A knowing smile covered his face. Shippo was probably right now cuddled up with her like he did with Kagome.

 

The second room was locked and he passed it by until he found an open door. Checking all of the open doors he found no one. The only way to figure out which room Sango was in was to check each and every locked door. That could be a problem. He didn't have youkai smelling power and he wished right now he did. Even having InuYasha along would have been a big help.

 

He guessed the second door belonged to Kuza, as she outranked Kagome and Sango. That would mean that the next several doors might belong to the other mares or to Kagome and Sango. Picking the fourth door by logic he knocked on it gently but got no reply. If it had been one of the mares, she would have answered the door, so he was pretty confident it was his lovely woman's room. Finding the right key he slipped it in the key hole and pushed the wooden bar over. With an uncommon nervousness he opened the door and found a sight he could never have imagined in his life.

 

The lord Hizumeha was sitting against a wall with one mare hunched over his crotch while the others were busy in a puppy pile of lesbian delights. Miroku's jaw dropped and his eyes blinked and he found himself speechless. “Excuse me. I'm sorry. Wrong room.” He pulled to close the door.

 

“No, wait monk,” Hizumeha said, grinning warmly. “Would you care to join us?”

 

All of the ladies lifted their heads to him and smiled, even the one who's mouth had been full of cock looked up from what she was doing to give him a warm welcome. Demon sex was beginning to look a whole lot better of a proposition.

 

“Um...I came to see Sango.”

 

Kuza got to her knees, leaving her oral ministrations to Hin's clitoris behind and pulled back her hair. She knew she was not the most beautiful woman in the face, but she certainly had a body to die for. Rubbing her fingers over her breasts she looked at the monk with a pouty face. “We need another lover to satisfy all of us. There is only one prick to share amongst all of us.” She dipped her fingers into her very wet hole and drug them out again, trailing wetness in a line up her stomach and back up to her full breast. “Please. We need you.” The other women chimed in with agreeing sighs.

 

The lure was just too great. All Miroku could think about was those three beautiful naked women with long black silky hair covering him and doing things to him that he had only dreamed about. He only had one life to live, and an opportunity to shag an orgy of women like this might never come again. Sango was always there for him. He could talk to her in the morning.

 

He did not say anything, but took the first step forward and paused. Then another. And another, until finally he was within distance he could turn and shut the door. Kuza rose and closed it for him, pulling the keys out so that she had them and locking it fast behind. With gentle hands she touched his shoulders and ran her fingers down his back to his ass and squeezed it. “Umm,” she said, “You will do nicely.” She walked to the front of him and began stripping his clothes off, dropping immediately to her knees as soon as his crotch was available. Miroku could feel all eyes on him as he watched her lips lick along the line of his hip as she unfastened his fundoshi. He didn't care if they were watching. Soon he would be watching them just as much if not more.

 

Kuza took him in her hands and licked the precum from the tip of his hard erection. The two girls on the floor rearranged themselves so that the one was eating the other and the monk couldn't help but watch them instead of the top of the mare's head as it bobbed up and down over him slowly. Hizumeha grinned in approval as his third wife bobbed over him too. Watching Kuza give head to someone else made his dick even harder and he began to thrust up into Hin's waiting mouth.

 

The standing monk was getting so close so quickly. Her hot wet mouth, well trained in what to do, sucked over every inch of him while her hands massaged his balls. He couldn't help but dig his hands into her hair to hold on for dear life as all consciousness seemed to pull into the region of his groin and be sucked out into what she was doing. He had never felt anything so good. His meager experiences with a few human women compared nothing to this. The mare had dropped her jaw low and was deep throating him so that his head was caught in the tight ring of her tonsils and throat. She was breathing only as the rhythm allowed.

 

It was hard to keep his eyes open because he wanted to thrust his head back and let the sensations over his penis engulf him, but he didn't want to miss the show of Hina bringing Hiza to climax as she too watched Kuza sucking. Hina had put two fingers into her lover's pussy and was grinding her clit with her teeth and Miroku was fascinated with the technique. As Hiza screamed, her legs were twitching and locking around Hina's head and that was it for Miroku, he spurted down Kuza's throat with a moan of his own and the stallion who was watching him was fast to follow suit. The room was an orchestra of orgasmic noises, each recipient of oral sex making throaty groans.

 

Miroku felt a tinge of exhaustion, even though he hadn't done a bit of the work. He dropped to his knees and Kuza grabbed him up to make sure he didn't collapse on the floor. “No, no sweetheart. No resting just yet.” Pulling his arm, she dragged him over to where the other two girls were and urged him to lay down. He was smiling from ear to ear when Hina straddled his face, dropping her damp curls down to his awaiting mouth. Kuza straddled his chest and started kissing Hina and fondling her breasts while Hiza straddled over his crotch and started rubbing her folds over his softened and resting member.

 

He curled his arms around her thighs and dug his nose into her folds. It smelled of fresh cut grass and spring time. With a lick he discovered it tasted like spring time too, all sweetness and honey. The woman hissed and tucked her pelvis under, pushing her self into his mouth. He didn't need the hint to figure out what to do. He pushed his tongue straight into her waiting hole and started moving it around.

 

It was about that time that he felt Kuza's wetness griding over his ribcage and her fingers against his skin as she fingered herself...or were they Hina's fingers? He didn't know and he really didn't care. There was a warm wet tightness over his penis too and it was bringing him back to stiffness in a hurry. Silently he gave thanks to all the Kami, naming several distinctly by name for this magnificent evening of womanly delights.

 

He struggled to get his fingers nearer Hina's entrance, settling on pinching her clit between his two index fingers as he continued to thrust into her with his mouth. She started grinding on his face and he was in absolute heaven. She was beginning to make keening sounds and little moans, so he knew he was doing something right. The mouth over his penis stopped and the next thing Miroku knew, he was being ridden by the third woman, her hot sheath over him and bucking up and down. His back straightened up at the change in sensations. She was tight and he was trying to thrust up at her to match her beat, but Kuza's weight on his chest only sniffled that. He didn't' know what was turning him on more, the pussy in his mouth, the cunt over his dick or the sounds of the three women as they were each being pleasured in different ways.

 

Hizumeha bent Hin over so that he could watch the show over her back as he slipped his fingers up into her to get her ready for his huge cock. She was his youngest bride and still kind of small for her age. In youkai years she was plenty mature, but she looked like she was only thirteen in human years. Her breasts were little and boyish and her patch of hair no bigger than an egg. He liked that about her. She added a different body type to his harem and he liked her flat planes and skin devoid of hair. Pushing two fingers into her, he adopted the pace the others had taken while she intently watched them too. She pushed back against his hand greedily. Yes, he liked having another man here. It made his women very lively for him.

 

Hin started begging for more with “please my lord” and “oh please”, but he would make her beg some more. Pushing her aside temporarily, he pulled Hiza off of the monk and set the younger wife over the raging penis so that she faced him and forced her to lower herself over him. When she was settled down as low as she could go, he spread her legs wider and licked at her clit, forcing her to stay still with Miroku's penis deep inside her.

 

Hiza was feeling left out so she crawled up behind her lord and started stroking his ass and touching his penis. She rubbed it up and down as he licked Hin to the point of tears. His strong hands were forcing her to be still and everyone could hear her pleading for more. Miroku thought he was going to cum just from how erotic it was to tease them both this way. The woman wanted to pump him and he wanted to pump at her, but with all the female bodies over him he was trapped to do so. If he had not been blown earlier, surely he would have come in her by now. “No, no!” she started screaming, disparate to get some sort of release as the stallion teased her clit mercilessly.

 

With powerful hands Hizumeha pulled her up slowly and pushed her back down again, setting the pace of her torturous delight himself. Miroku thought he was going to die at the slow pace of it and tried to focus on the pussy wiggling above his nose needing more attention to.

 

When the monk started to moan from the next orgasm coming over him, Hizumeha pulled Hin off and put his own mouth over the aching penis, sucking him off and letting the white froth settle on his tongue. He wasn't sure what possessed him to do that. At first he only wanted to keep Hin from getting pregnant with a hanyou, but when he had seen the young man's dick standing so hard and wanting, he had to have it for himself. It smelled so good and the taste of his semen in his mouth was a salty but bitter tang. Pulling Hin into a kiss, he transferred the come into her mouth and she kissed at him greedily. “I need you my lord,” she said, adding her stroking fingers to the others that teased over her lord's shaft.

 

He laid her inside the monk's legs to that her head was next to the man's penis and he thrust into her as he lowered his mouth over the monk's penis again, vacuuming the limp flesh into the confines of his mouth and swallowing the saliva and come combination. The woman over Miroku's mouth watched intently over Kuza's shoulder and started to come at the sight of her lord blowing the monk's cock as he fucked her sister mercilessly. Kuza, knowingly pressed her body up against the woman and wrapped her hands around her ass, spreading the cheeks open and giving Miroku more air to breathe as the woman's legs threatened to suffocate him.

 

Hina fell to the side and Kuza pushed her legs off the monk, leaning forward to catch his wet face into her lips. She licked his lips and then his cheeks and nose, savoring the flavor over her tongue. “Are you having a good time?” she asked him, watching his eyes roll back into his head as his manhood was stiffening up for the third round of the night.

 

“I've never had anything like this before,” he confessed. “It's so amazing.”

 

“Good” she said, and she caught him up in passionate kisses, taking his tongue deep in her mouth as she continued to finger herself over his stomach, her ass rubbing up against her husband's scalp as he kept on sucking the monk's cock. She guessed the young man had no idea what was going on below his waist line, and she intended to keep it that way so her lord could remain amused. “Can you help me?” she asked him, pulling his hands into the space between her pussy and his stomach, turning them up so that he could enter her.

 

“My pleasure,” he replied, pushing three fingers into her hard.

 

“Hold them still,” she commanded and began grinding over him, making sure his hand and fingers hit all the places she wanted them too. Hiza crawled around above Miroku's head and knelt next to him so that all he could see was her crotch to his left. Kuza leaned in, putting her fingers into her and together they gave Miroku quite the show. They kissed and nibbled each other, Kuza sucking on Hiza' closest breast as she came over Miroku's hand in a wet splash. He could feel all the muscles in her core tightened and flex around his fingers and he was quite pleased with it all.

 

He turned his head to the side and closed his eyes as the fellatio over him gave him wave after wave of pleasure. He focused in on the sound of Hin coming hard at his legs somewhere, her cries high pitched and loud, so unlike the noises everyone made before. She was a real screamer and it sounded like she was almost in pain. He would have thought her hurt if it wasn't for the words “Oh yes. Fuck me harder.”

 

Miroku started to moan, that now familiar pleasurable wave coming over him as the mouth around his cock dragged teeth up and down him, pulling back the foreskin and exposing his head. Kuza crawled off him then and when he looked down to find Hizumeha's head the one bent over him, he thrust really hard up into his mouth. He was surprised at himself. He hadn't expected his reaction to be so wanton and hard for a man doing those things to him, but here in this surrounding of so many women, the sight of a man doing it to him was exotic, not threatening. There was no way he could be accused of being gay and neither could the stallion. He grabbed hold of the man's hair and thrust into him again and again, fucking his face while all the girls sat back and watched, rubbing the men's legs, chests and arms lovingly, encouraging them on.

 

Hizumeha had never had anyone push at him so hard, the monk's stiffness now being crashed into him in an almost hurtful manner. He felt like a bitch, a horny, wanting slut of a bitch and he let Miroku do it to him. He liked the feeling of his lips being bruised, his nose being squashed on the man's hard stomach, the stretching and gagging at the back of his mouth as he was being forced to take him deeper and longer. When Miroku came into his mouth a second time, Hizumeha deep throated him, letting the come squirt down and nearly choke him as he forced himself to make swallowing motions.

 

The stallion crawled up Miroku's limp body and laid against him, his hardness up against the firmness of the monk's hip. He kissed his shoulder and then his neck, burying himself into the soft skin of the young man. The girls all crowded around them, taking up places to cuddle as well. “Did everyone have a good time?” he asked them all, and all nodded quietly except for Hiza who frowned and shook her head no. “That won't do.” In truth, he knew Hina had gotten satisfied earlier, but she was a demanding thing, always wanting to be last because last meant that she got more of him. He pushed all the bodies around until Hiza laid on her back, the monk face down into her pussy and his ass was high in the air. Presented with such a lovely present, Miroku mimicked the technique he saw earlier and entered her with two fingers while he satisfied her button with his tongue, lips and teeth.

 

Hizumeha was quite pleased with things. Two of his wives were cuddled around Hiza, lazily kissing her and massaging her breasts as they relaxed in the afterglow of sex. Hiza was turning colors and making silly faces and there was the monk's virgin ass just waiting for him. Crawling up behind him and rubbing the monk's back suggestively, he patiently waited and watched what he was doing his wife with his face.

 

Miroku felt the strong thighs against his own, the long lean arms resting over his back, rubbing his shoulders and skin seductively, then trailing through his hair. He didn't flinch when those masculine hands curled around his chest and teased his nipples like a woman's or ran over his erogenous zones, extracting a perverse delight out of him. He only licked the woman's cunt harder, pushing into her with more force, getting caught up into a slow but firm rhythm that started to rock though his whole body. When he felt those strong hands over his ass cheeks, manipulating the firm muscles to relax and spread, he arched his back and thrust his ass even higher, accepting the tongue that licked up and down the crack.

 

Hizumeha read his body language well. He was accepting, though he probably didn't fully understand exactly of what he was getting into. He didn't understand it all either. He just knew that between those two firm ass cheeks was something so new and exciting that he wanted disparately. Licking the long line between the man's balls and lower back, he felt the smoothness of his skin against his face and the tight pucker in the middle of it all. After several more teasing tongue caresses he settled to it, placing his fingers to the man's perineum and feeling deep for the gland within. He massaged him and licked him, sensing the man's fourth erection for the evening.

 

Miroku felt sensation in his body that he had never felt before. It was like his heart was going to burst, the links between the nerves in his lower torso somehow linked through his heart on the way to his brain. Everything was on fire, even his exhausted and well worn prick. Even it wanted a go at what game Hizumeha was going to play. He inserted a forth finger into the woman before him in response to his own horniness, turning his hand so that his thumb was upward and locking her nether lips up against the deep pelvic bone. She started to moan deeply and grind at him and he shook his thumb, pushing the skin hard against the firmness within her body.

 

Hizumeha lavished a lot of attention to that little circle, pushing his tongue in and leaving as much saliva behind. It's healing properties would help with the thickness of his shaft tearing the tender walls of his rectum. When the young man started pushing back at him, he straightened and placed the head of his dick at the entrance and gave a slow but firm push. The boy cried out in pain, but did not pull away. He stood his ground and let the older horse enter him. He rested for a time with every inch, letting the receiver adjust and relax. When his complete length was in him, Hizumeha found himself drenched in sweat and shaking from the effort to to control himself and not rip the poor boy to shreds.

 

How strange but fulfilling it was to be filled up in such a way, Miroku thought to himself. The feelings he had must be what women experience, an intrusion that one must have to feel whole and complete. Now that the horse's dick was inside him and his mouth and hands were completely occupied with pussy, the only thing that could have made it any better was...oh wait...that was happening too. Hizumeha's hand was wrapping around his dick, stroking back and forth, making him die with longing for movement. He thrust into the hand, feeling the pull at his back side and the drag on his deep nerve clusters and his head went very light as if he were to faint.

 

Everything hurt but everything felt good too. When had pain been so pleasurable? Miroku was confused but would not give into it. He focused on the tingling sensations all over his body as it was being played like a well loved instrument. He felt kisses on his back, teeth scraping over his shoulder, wet skin on his face, tightness around his fingers and hand, the sheets and softness of a futon underneath him, womens hands in his hair. He heard combined sighs and moans and pleas for more. This was where he was supposed to be in life. Heaven. It was just heaven. The Gods could kill him now and he would die with complete bliss overwhelming him forever.

 

Hizumeha began a slow pumping, the tightness around his dick so intense that he thought he would never go back to pussy again. Grabbing the other man's waist with one arm he kept the strokes at a few inch minimum so that his lover would not hurt so badly, but when that was not enough for him, he started pulling out longer and longer and thrusting harder and harder, ignoring the cries of the man who was coming into his hand. He felt the muscles around him tighten up and lock down and he spewed into him, his release greater than anything he could remember in recent times. Hina came too, their combined yells and screaming echoing through the room. The stallion crashed to the side, dragging the monk with him so that they were still connected deep inside.

 

They laid like spoons, the women cuddled around them. Miroku felt the soft penis in his ass and the come running down towards the bed. Strong arms were around him protectively. His own arm was around Hina, who's ass was firmly against his wet penis, her breast in his hand. His other arm was under her neck and touching Kuza, who was suckling his fingers. Another female hand was on his hip and over Hizumeha's body. The last girl blew out the lights and pulled covers over all of them. Everyone was now content, and a single word did not need be spoken.

 

Before day light, Hizumeha woke him with gentle kisses to his forehead. “We need to go back to the men's quarters before day break,” the stallion said.

 

“Uggg...I really don't want to. I know it's the right thing to do, but I really...really don't want to move.” Everyone had adjusted and flailed in the night and now he found himself with his head on Hizumeha's chest lovingly, his arm around the man's waist possessively. There were boobs against his back and a lazy female arm around his own waist.

 

“We have to. Courtly protocol and all.” The stallion pulled Miroku's face up into a kiss. Strong manly lips met, and they both enjoyed kisses like no other from a woman. “Maybe tonight we could do this again?”

 

“I don't think my ass can take it. It hurts.”

 

“I have a cure for that.” Hizumeha pulled himself out of the pile, then helped Miroku escape it too. They both lavished good-bye kisses to the women and donned their clothes. Sneaking down the hall, Miroku grabbed his staff on the way out and the two of them quietly went back to Hizumeha's room where the horse youkai was happy to share his healing saliva with his new lover.