InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Tale of Sesshoumaru ❯ InuYasha's Yaoi Man Sex Lemon ( Chapter 52 )

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Four days of rain. Three nights of cold. The idea that Naraku was close by somewhere came to no fruition. The hunting party was getting sick of mud, muck and downed leaves that stuck to their feet. They had investigated four villages so far, finding his smell in root cellars and shacks and were now bedded down in a farmer's barn for the night. Sango was staring to look like death warmed over. Sesshoumaru was sorely tempted to send her home, but didn't want to send her home by herself. If she left, she would have to take InuYasha with her. He couldn't trust the uma any further than he could throw him and the other prospect, sending InuYasha away, meant he would have to hunt with him.

 

No way in Sieobo' garden was he going to do that.

 

Kirara laid in a C shape with Sango in the middle, the Moko-moko-sama over her once again. She was shivering and the cat was mewing, calling InuYasha to come help. He touched her head and found her sick with a light fever. She had already eaten a soup dish of miso and broth and was resting for the night. There wasn't anything he could get for her and he didn't want to wake her. Lifting the furry mantle, he curled in behind her and cuddled up to her to help keep her warm.

 

Sesshoumaru and Hezumeha never asked questions, but kept politely to themselves. What the hanyou was doing would be considered incredibly improper at court, but this wasn't court now was it? The men would do what needed to be done. It only took a split second thought for the inuyoukai to lay down on the other side of the cherry blossom girl and try to warm her too. Hizumeha walked out of the barn for the night satisfied that nothing was going to happen. He would find his amusements elsewhere.

 

Kirara sighed. Maybe the penis toters weren't so bad. She put her big furry head up against Sesshoumaru's back and started purring gently. Her feet kneaded dough like cats were known to do and InuYasha smiled to himself. It was a warm bed. A very warm bed, and he would sleep good tonight. He liked the Moko-moko-sama a lot. He imagined that if his father had lived, he would have cuddled in his father's. Sesshoumaru's mother had one too, and he would bet a hundred yen that Sesshoumaru kept his around because it was a security blanket.

 

When he thought everyone was asleep in the darkest night. InuYasha grabbed the end of the Moko-moko-sama closest to him and rubbed it on his face, sniffed it deeply and cuddled into it. It smelled like Sesshoumaru and Akanesuji and every other inuyoukai he had ever met all wrapped up into one. It was like the spirit of the clan in a big furry plushie.

 

Sesshoumaru was not amused.

 

His brother was playing with his appendage like it was a tit. He tried to extricate it, but InuYasha only clawed into the fur deeper, ripping some of the hairs.

 

That hurt.

 

The greater demon bit his bottom lip and tried to pull his mantle away again slowly, but once again, his brother cuddled it and held on. There was nothing to be done about it. If he ripped it off of InuYasha, then Sango would have it and his brother would only grab it up again. Grumbling to himself he gave up on getting his appendage back and tried to ignore the little sniffs into it's fur.

 

His fur.

 

Sesshoumaru turned over, putting his back up against Sango and his arm curled under Kirara's leg. She lifted her head and pushed her warm nose into his chest and purred. Oh by the Kami! He was so stuck. InuYasha the purvy plushie lover on one side, Kirara the lonely neko-pussy on the other, and Sango the sweet little cherry blossom in a kick ass slayer suit. Didn't she know he had a thing for women in slayer suits? Akkk!

 

This was not happening, he said inside his own head a few times. All he had to do was relax and go with it. Everyone would wake up in the morning and this little cuddly puppy pile would all be over. They could go back to the estate, regroup, wait until Spring and start all over again when the weather would be warmer and no one would have to keep the humans warm at night.

 

He knew there was a reason he didn't like humans. They were just so fragile.

 

And just so good smelling.

 

Sango smelled like flowers. Little white apple blossom flowers, girl sweat and....that other smell.

 

He sniffed at the cat, hoping that smell would over power the smell of Sango. Kirara smelled like cat indeed, but with a layer of herbs like catnip, sage, and wild rose .

 

He felt another tug on his appendage. InuYasha was rubbing it up and down his neck. He gave it a sharp tug, but his brother only turned over, taking more of it with him. Now they were in a tug of war. Sesshoumaru had one end, InuYasha the other. Sango was in the middle with it stretched over her breasts.

 

And he felt them too. With every tug his Moko-moko-sama ran over her little firm breasts underneath that tight black slayer suit. Sesshoumaru couldn't sleep now if he tried.

 

They laid like that for about thirty minutes. InuYasha rubbing the mantle over his face and neck, snuggling into it, sniffing it suggestively and whispering sweet nothings to it, Sesshoumaru frozen like a train wreck, the cat's nose rubbing his chest and belly, her paws kneading at his lower legs, Sango's breasts under the Moko-moko-sama, his head in a pillow of cat fur and his nose filling up with scents of warm flesh.

 

This was not good.

 

Sango started a low moaning from her nightmares, but the men did not know that. Her light cries woke them both up and they stared outwards, listening intently, their eyes as big as rice cakes. She started to thrash a little and they both imagined the other man playing with her in some indecent fashion, not caring that the other was right there. When she started to shiver InuYasha thought he was going to cream his pants, and Sesshoumaru thought he better turn around and join in.

 

The two men turned at the same time to see her not covered at all by the moko-moko-sama except for the strip over her chest. They both had hogged it. She wasn't shivering in ecstasy, but because she was cold. They gave each other odd looks over her body and curled up tighter around her. Sesshoumaru put his hand over her stomach and pulled her in tighter to him and InuYasha tried to do the same thing. His arm wound up around her abdomen and when he tried to pull her closer to him, Sesshoumaru gave him a growl.

 

InuYasha simply hopped his body in closer to hers and covered up more with the Moko-moko-sama. He put his head into her neck and closed his eyes. Sesshoumaru did the same, relieved that he wasn't playing with his appendage anymore. But now Sango's neck was in his face and it smelled so good...

 

He couldn't help but give a little thrust to adjust himself, quickly realizing that InuYasha's hand was laid over Sango's leg and up against his crotch. Oh my god...he had just thrust into InuYasha's hand. He laid still and waited, hoping his brother never noticed.

 

InuYasha had noticed all right. His brother had just ground his stiff member against the back of his hand. Not to make a scene, he pulled his hand away and went up with it. At first he tried to rest it on Sango's waist, but realized his brother's right arm was there. He had to go up or down. Down was bad. He couldn't put his had at her...um...private parts. So he absentmindedly put his hand right over her breast.

 

And instinctively squeezed.

 

Sango let out a little sigh and Sesshoumaru bolted up to look at her, then over to his brother. “What are you doing?”

 

“What are you doing?”

 

“Go back to sleep.”

 

“Feh.”

 

Another half an hour went by. InuYasha was snoring now, Sango's breast in his hand and drool running out of his mouth. Sesshoumaru still had a dilemma. His own hand was over Sango, but up against the hard planes of his brothers chest. When he pulled his hand down and further away from InuYasha, he accidentally put his hand in Sango's crotch. Well...it wasn't that much of an accident. That slayer suit was giving him fits, the Moko-moko-sama over her legs and around her belly and over InuYasha's midsection, curled around InuYasha's ass. He pushed up against her, both his crotch and his hand and Sango sucked in a deep breath then let it out with another moan.

 

InuYasha woke up and looked down to see his brother's hand in her crotch, feel the warm breast in his hand and a Moko-moko-sama caressing his ass cheeks. What was he going to do? He laid his head back down and tried to think, pulling his hand away from her breast and grabbing at the Moko-moko-sama. It stopped moving. It had been moving right? Or was that just his imagination?

 

He sandwiched it between him and Sango length ways like a wall, hoping it would help keep his roving hand away from her breast again. To be nice, he pulled Sesshoumaru's hand out of her crotch and held it in his. That way, it wouldn't rove in the night either.

 

The greater youkai was cussing himself. Now was the perfect time to get up and escape, but InuYasha was holding his hand lovingly, the cat was pushing his ass with her nose, making him grind up against Sango wither he wanted to or not, his Moko-moko-sama was up against InuYasha's hard member and his face was full of Sango's soft black hair that reminded him all the world of Kagura's. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

 

He sat there for a few moments thinking, then gave up. What the hell. It was just a cat, the monk's beloved and his brother right? He relaxed and closed his eyes, imagining himself asleep.

 

InuYasha on the other hand, was realizing something deep inside. The smell of girl was heavy in his nose, his tongue inching out of his mouth to lick her skin, the Moko-moko-sama was pressing against him in a obscene way, most of which was him, and his hand was holding a mans. Every time she moaned or made a noise he was getting more and more excited. He was a pervert. Just like the rest of them.

 

The young man never had been so tempted in all his life. Kagome was always sweet and innocent and never in such close proximity to him for any length of time. Sure they shared kisses, but never did they lay down like this. He opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue, licking the line of her jaw, tasting the salt of her skin and wanting to do it again. He thrust into the Moko-moko-sama, and it stiffened up against him.

 

It stiffened up against him because Sesshoumaru was shocked. He just got humped by his brother. He tried to escape his brothers grasp, but the struggle only made him claw him still. Looking over, he saw InuYasha licking the sleeping girl like a dog, long lazy strokes up her neck, to her ear, over and over and over again.

 

“InuYasha.” he whispered.

 

“Huh?”

 

“Stop that.”

 

“Feh.”

 

Sesshoumaru stopped pulling his hand away and pushed instead, making the boy roll back. He sat up and leaned over Sango. “Don't wake her up.”

 

InuYasha's eyes were turning red on the edges and gave off a supernatural glow in the dark. He grabbed at the furry mantle and caressed it over his body, dragging it down over the mound in his pants. “I won't.” he growled. “I promise.”

 

The demon lord sighed and rolled his eyes. He had to get InuYasha to calm down before this got really ugly and twisted. He got up on his knees, lifted Sango and placed her over by the cat's head. Kirara opened her eye and looked to see what was happening, but seemed to nod when her mistresses' body was laid up against her nose. Little did Sesshoumaru know just how happy that made the cat. Pushing her nose into Sango's crotch, she started a heavier purr.

 

Sesshoumaru now was kneeling over InuYasha, who was busing himself with untying his clothes and nearly done. He kept rubbing the Moko-moko-sama up and down all over his naked skin, delighting in the feel of it. It was just like his very own youkai concubine. It wiggled and caressed him and seemed to have a mind of it's own.

 

It did...sort of. It was linked to Sesshoumaru's subconscious. It didn't' have a mind of it's own, but ran on instinct and hidden thought. The youkai lord was frowning at it. It wanted to do things he really didn't' want to do, or was lying to himself about doing. He grabbed at it and tried to take it away from the young man who was quickly devolving into his more primitive self. “This is mine. I want it back.”

 

“You'll have to fight me for it.”

 

“You'd like that.”

 

“Yes.”

 

Sesshoumaru laid down in the middle, determined not to make InuYasha more excited. If they got into a fight now, the whole farm would be woken up, the barn likely destroyed and his Moko-moko-sama torn to shreds. He grabbed the other end of it and held it, enduring every stroke and erotic sweep over the young nubile body.

 

“Do you know anything about Moko-moko-sama?” he asked the man next to him as he wiggled and sniffed and cuddled the thing.

 

“I know I like how it smells. It's like home.” He took another deep sniff of it and ran it over his closed eyes.

 

“It's part of me, baka. And our father. And our mother. Our whole inu clan. It isn't meant for fucking.”

 

“Yes it is.” InuYasha turned over onto his belly, pinning the fur underneath him and started humping the Moko-moko-sama with slow teasing strokes. Sesshoumaru watched as his brother's naked ass lift and push over and over again. He had to close his eyes and turn his face away. Maybe if InuYasha got his rocks off, he would finally calm down for the night and quit.

 

But that didn't satisfy the feelings in his own pants. The last several hours were miserable. Looking back at Sango, she was sleeping soundly with her arms around the neko's face. He closed his eyes again, rubbed them hard. Took a breath. He couldn't just walk out of there for InuYasha to rape the poor girl because that was surely what would happen if he got out of the middle.

 

He laid on his side with his back to the girl and his front to the hanyou and prayed for some kind of release. InuYasha pushed his hip up against him and grabbed at his hair, drawing him into a kiss. “Umm...” the young man said, sweat starting to bead on his forehead. The smell of his arousal was overcrowding the smell of woman in Sesshoumaru's nose and with a wary hand, he grabbed the man's ass.

 

There was an instinct deep within him, one that came from his inu heritage. It was one he had forgotten, one he always tried to bury away. It was the one where when two male dogs are in a yard, one will try to dominate the other by standing on it and humping it, and Sesshoumaru realized then that InuYasha was doing that to his Moko-moko-sama. He was claiming it as his own furry mantle. He wanted to steal it away from him.

 

A twig snapped in the forest of Sesshoumaru's mind. He would not give up his beloved security blanket over to this runt of a dog. Instead, he would make this dog his bitch, proving forever that he was the stud. He untied his hakama pants and pulled over his fundoshi to the side.

 

Grabbing the wiggly young thing by it's long white tresses, he rammed his hard cock into it's hole and rode that bitch like there was not tomorrow. His eyes got red, his hair floated around him, hair sprouted everywhere on his skin. He had just enough control not to take his three story height and rind the dog in two, but gave his soul enough freedom to pound her like the little whiny ass bitch she was.

 

InuYasha let his demon out too, feeling the sharp claws in his scalp, digging him into submission, the press of hard legs against his own and the rip of a dog's giant shaft up inside him. The Moko-moko-sama was strangling his own penis, drawing him to come, his back was curving uncontrollability, making him press outwards for more. When he felt sharp teeth bite him across the shoulder, he bucked hard back, feeling hot energy grow from his groin and abdomen spread to the tips of his limbs and into his eyes. He opened his mouth and panted, whimpering for more, more, more.. He had to have more of this wild canine feeling.

 

Sesshoumaru liked the taste of her flesh in his mouth, the meat between his teeth and tongue, the feel of her hard back and ass underneath him. The bitch's hole was tight and constricting, sucking the life out of him, yet giving him a rush of power. He pound the bitch, over and over and over again until he spurted. His knot swelled in side her and locked her to him. Shaking his mouth he ripped his canine teeth down into her. She would marked for all time as his pack whore.

 

The hanyou felt so much at once. His ass got really hot and then really full. His cock exploded all over the hot sweaty fur underneath him, marking his new fuzzy bitch forever with his seed. Waves of pleasure released him into an ocean of crashing noises. Sounds became amplified and unrecognizable at the same time. All he could do was collapse and try to catch himself and his breath in the chaos.

 

Blink.

 

Blink.

 

Blink.

 

Shit. I'm stuck.

 

Shit. I'm stuck in a man's ass not a bitch's.

 

Shit. I'm stuck in InuYasha's ass.

 

The thought made him shrink and he slid himself out. Sesshoumaru pulled his pants up and laid back in the middle, turning his back on his new bitch. He rubbed his face and squeezed the bridge of his nose. What exactly was he supposed to do now? InuYasha was not a girl dog at all, even though his name was Dog Demoness.

 

Blink

 

Blink

 

Blink

 

Inuyasha reached around and felt his ass. It was wet with come. So was his crotch. His first sexual experience was with a man and a stupid fashion accessory. He turned over and laid his fire rat haori over himself and stared at Kirara's leg. He rubbed his shoulder because it was sore and discovered a bite mark in the shape of dog's jaws. He covered his mouth and started to cry.

 

He was someone's bitch.

 

He was Sesshoumaru's bitch.

 

The inuyoukai could hear the hanyou cry and he turned over, grabbed him by the shoulder and forced him to look at him. “This did not happen. Not a word.”

 

InuYasha nodded in agreement and rolled back over, but Sesshoumaru pulled him back again. “I do not hate you. Do not cry.” He kissed him on the forehead, though he didn't know why, stole back his Moko-moko-sama and left, desperate to find a spring, or a pond or even a large puddle. He had to get the smell off him. It would haunt him all day and give Hizumeha one more thing to chalk up against him.

 

InuYasha just laid there feeling abused and confused, though deep in his gut he knew he had started it and wanted it and then begged for it with his grinding ass. When Sesshoumaru returned, he ordered him to take a bath and told him where to go. Submissively he obeyed like the dirty little bitch he was.

 

Sango woke up to find herself wrapped up against Sesshoumaru, who was sitting with his back up against the neko's tummy. Her head had been in his lap, her arm and leg over his legs. She was warm and happy, her body well rested and her mind a little clearer. “Did..we?” she asked, pointing at herself, then him, then back at herself.

 

“No. You'll notice our clothes are still on.”

 

“Oh. Thank God.” She sat up and pulled her hair out of her eyes. “Um. I didn't mean it like that. It's just.”

 

“I understood.”

 

She looked over to InuYasha, who was sitting near the door, letting the sunshine warm his face and dry his hair. He seemed a little quiet and moody, but that was nothing new. The Moko-moko-sama was hanging over the barn door drying too. They had been kind. They had let her sleep in. “Come on guys. Let's go. I think it is going to be a beautiful day.”

 

Once outside, they found Hizumeha sleeping in a pile of hay. He was surrounded by a herd of horses grazing. None of them wanted to know what he was doing there, but Sesshoumaru and InuYasha both thought quietly to themselves that it was probably a lot worse than what they had done.