Love...Has Nothing to do With This by ShadowsWeaver1
Returning from his bath, his cold bath, his cold bath in which he had scrubbed every inch of his body vigorously and harshly in a desperate attempt to cleanse it of his most recent activities, Miroku made his way slowly through the deepening shadows of the forest trees surrounding the village, still avoiding returning…for obvious reasons, of course. Reasons such as the fact that he was STILL had as a rock and he was NOT about to have any further encounters with females that his cock couldn’t determine weren’t in the least bit desirable.
With a heavy sigh, the monk sent a silent prayer to the gods, asking for forgiveness for his lecherous ways and humbling himself in the face of their esteemed graces which had blessed him with this glorified example of humility.
Humbled as he was though, the soft sound of a female’s voice crying out in the night, one so thick with pleasure and strained by desire that there could be no mistaking its sinful nature, was not something Miroku could ignore. Perhaps, his mind supplied, the young maiden was in need of some assistance. His cock twitched in agreement, its continued presence as…attentive as it had been all evening.
So, with both his heads agreeing to his chosen path, Miroku began making his way towards the sound of the woman’s voice.
Inching his way closer, the monk kept himself close to every tree and every shadow. There was a small clearing ahead, the shadows cast by the trees in the deepening night thinned by the starlight spilling into the grove from the clearing above. Another sound broke through the air, and Miroku froze. It was a man’s voice, strained and grunting harshly.
His shoulders slumping in disappointment when he realized the young woman had already found assistance, and that said assistance may not be very appreciative of his presence, Miroku turned silently away from the direction of the clearing.
Another sound, however, gave him pause.
‘Was that…growling?’ he asked silently.
He heard it again, slightly louder this time, but joining in with the sound was the man’s expression and the short cry of elation from the woman.
‘What on earth…’
Miroku found himself making his way back towards the clearing without any more thought. This, he decided, was something he needed to see. Pulling up behind the large trunk of one of the trees bordering the clearing, Miroku crept his way around the side, hugging his body to the rough surface to keep concealed. When the occupants of the clearing finally came into his vision, he froze…and twitched…painfully….
‘Great Kami,’ he thought in mystification, ‘I have died and gone to heaven.’
There, right before him, on her hands and knees, her lithe, muscular body flushed completely, and her head tossed back in the throws of passion to send her long black hair tumbling around her in a messy, sweat-slicked wave, was his lovely Sango. Her back was arched, giving him a perfect view of her heaving bosom as it shook with every impact from behind her.
And he, the one holding her, the one thrusting himself into her, his lean muscles clenching tightly in glorious displays of strength and form as he maneuvered the woman beneath him, his dark onyx hair dropped over his shoulder to brush against his glistening chest which flexed and tightened with every hard impact, his human features still rugged and handsome and even still holding on to his fiercer nature as he lost himself in the most primal act; was beautiful as well.
But, the monk realized, he wasn’t only seeing his friends lost in their passion. There, with Inuyasha and Sango, kneeling behind the hanyou-turned-human, was the wolf prince, Kouga. His tanned body, so flawless, so hard with muscles and solid with steady confidence, so perfectly in tact with his nature…with, perhaps, the exception that, apparently, what his nature was telling him to do was something that probably should have made the monk balk at the crudity and unholy nature of the creature before him…probably. However, with a strong, surging, pulse from his now painfully aware member, Miroku decided that he had never even imagined something so erotic or enticing.
A deep groan of need slipped from his lips before the monk could contain it, and, strange as it was, being that he hadn’t even realized he had done it, he found that his hand had found its way into his robes and fisted around his throbbing cock. He bit his lip to keep his voice still as his hand slipped in a long, hard draw down his length, pulling back on the throbbing heat in the tip, only to reverse the pressure and make the throb of his need even hotter.
His eyes locked back onto the scene in the clearing as his hand continued pulling along his length. His strokes matched to theirs; the wolf pulling against Inuyasha’s hips to bury the glistening length of his shaft deeply with him from behind, Inuyasha ripping away from the wolf with a heavy groan to pound himself hard into the trembling body of the slayer, only for her to cry out, her muscles tensing, her chest heaving, before she would thrust back against him.
So lost in what he was seeing, in taking in every detail of the erotic show, Miroku nearly collapsed when his hard pumping against his shaft brought him to yet another brink. His left hand shot out to catch his weight against the tree as his release spilled out of him, but his eyes remained glued to the three bodies entwined.
But even as he milked the last of his essence from his still hard cock, the wolf growled furiously, his hips thrusting harshly to bury himself as deeply as he could in the hanyou, Inuyasha roared and cursed loudly as he was slammed forward into Sango, and Sango screamed, her arms giving out beneath her and dropping her low to the ground, the weight of the males above her settling against her frame.
A pulsing tremor ran through the monk’s body, and he was forced to bite back a heavy groan. He was still so hard! And nothing seemed to be able to bring him down. But, he thought as his hand started stroking along his length again with soft, slow, gentle strokes, at least he would have the perfect image to entertain in his mind as he suffered through this…no matter how many times it took to find his final release.
A slow, lecherous smile began pulling on his lips, and the light strokes he had been giving himself increased in pressure and speed. His eyes slipped closed and his chin dropped to his chest as he simply lost himself to sensation.
His breath caught suddenly on a startled draw when his senses were assaulted with the heavy, tumbling vibrations of a youkai’s power very near to him. He bit his lip, his eyes clenching even tighter when his cock throbbed again painfully in recognition of that aura. He was right behind him, but Miroku was too embarrassed and ashamed to turn to him, not to mention in no position to be fighting the wolf when he decided to punish him for watching.
“Enjoy the show, monk?”
Miroku shivered when he heard the thick, hungry rumble in the voice of the wolf prince. He tried to say something, to deny that he was watching, but the only sound that left his lips was a soft groan of longing.
A low chuckle left the wolf and he moved closer, reaching his arm around the monk and taking hold of his pulsing shaft. Entwining his fingers through the monk’s, he gave it a hard squeeze. Miroku stiffened. “What’s the matter, monk,” Kouga teased with another low rumble of amusement. “Isn’t this what you wanted?” He leaned closer, pressing the solid planes of his chest against the robed back of the monk, releasing a low, rumbling growl to shake through his frame and send the monk’s mortal body into a coursing shiver of both fear at the carnal sound and desire as he tightened his grip again on his pulsing length a he told him clearly what the beast was wanting from him.
Thrusting his hips forward, Kouga pressed the evidence of his own need hard against the monk’s back end.
Not being able to contain it, another soft groan slipped from Miroku’s lips, and, acting of its own accord, his hips bucked forward to slip his hardened length against the wolf’s tight grip, feeling himself shift through his own clenching fist as well.
“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” Kouga said with a wicked smirk crossing his lips. “But not here, monk. Inuyasha may be in his mortal form, but he wouldn’t need his ears to hear how loud you’re going to be screaming for me.”
Miroku gulped. Hard. Then gave a stifled moan when the wolf thrust himself against his rear, making sure to grind his hips against him to wedge the hard length of his cock between his ass cheeks even through the thick layer of cloth he wore. He really wasn’t sure if he was up for this…though…obviously, being ‘up’ had a whole new meaning for him on this day, and there was a part of him, a very insistent part of him, that was telling him incessantly that he was beyond ‘up’ for the challenge.
“Fuck, Kouga,” he hissed through clenched teeth, his hips bucking forwards again to feel the tight squeeze against his aching length.
“Not to worry, monk,” the wolf breathed out as his other arm snaked around the mortal’s body to bring him flush against himself. “I have plans to do just that.” He paused to give another hard squeeze against the throbbing length in his hand. “Mmm, a fine dick like this shouldn’t go to waste though, especially when you’re so hard and fucking ready.”
Pushing off forcefully from the ground, Kouga took them both into the branches above, skirting the treetops to put some distance between himself and his last ride. He smirked to himself as he went, pumping his fist constantly over the monk’s throbbing length and imagining the heavy girth pounding into him.
Inuyasha’s human body was fun and all, but it was his beast that really turned him on, so wild and dangerous, and fucking relentless as it pounded into him. Taking the mortal body of the hanyou was only to reassert in the mind of the beast that he would be receiving as well as taking without having to bare the blood and violence of the beast’s retaliation. It would remember the feeling of him, and it would want for more the next time. But the fucking hanyou had demanded he be able to take his bitch while he fucked him, all fine and good, but fuck if it wasn’t a turn-off to hear the bitch’s moans and screams above the deep grunts and groans of his rutting partner.
It had been the scent of the monk’s release and the pained look of still desperate need that crossed his agonizingly flushed features when he had lifted his eyes to him that had sent him over the edge. When he found the monk still hard with need and stroking his generous length, he had felt himself stiffen again instantly, ready to take him, and feeling a deep throb of need to be filled himself.
Growling deeply when he finally set them down on the ground again, Kouga began pumping the monk harder. “Cum for me now, monk,” he bit out, his voice tarnished with the deep vibrations shaking though him. “Unless you want me ripping into your dry ass.” To prove his point, Kouga shredded his way into the monk’s robes, pressing the tip of his cock firmly against his back end and thrusting forward until he felt himself brush against the heated ring of muscle blocking his passage.
Whether it was because of the hard strokes from the wolf’s callused hand, or the knowledge of what it was he wanted to do, Miroku felt the tight coil within him snap. A long, low groan left him as his hips surged forward, his upper body dropping down to be caught on his arms as his release was milked out of him.
“Fuck,” the wolf breathed out a he switched hands, pulling his right back to slave his own cock with the monk’s release while his left reached down to replace his hold on the monk. “You’re still fucking hard.”
“You don’t have to tell me that,” Miroku snapped over his shoulder. “The damned thing hasn’t died all day!”
Smirking wickedly, Kouga leaned down over Miroku, trapping his body beneath him as his full weight settled against his back. “Well, all the more fun for me, human. I’m going to ride you until you can’t take anymore and beyond, and then, if your cock still hasn’t had enough, you’re going to fuck me with this fine piece of meat right here.”
Kouga gave a hard pull against the monk’s aching shaft, a deep growl of appreciation slipping from his lips before he pushed himself forward with a hard thrust, forcing himself into the hot, constricted passage of the mortal’s body, the beast within howling when it heard the ragged scream of pleasured pain being ripped from the body beneath it.
Growling out his pleasure, Kouga shifted himself to pull back slightly before slamming himself back again, thrusting deeper, having the tight ring of pleasure within the monk clamp down against the very base of his cock and fill the entire length of it with throbbing heat and sinful pleasure as it brushed against the soft inner walls he had buried himself in.
Another ragged scream was torn from Miroku, but the pain was nothing compared to the blinding and paralyzing pleasure that rocketed through him when the black wave was released by the impact within him. He was left hissing and groaning with loss when he felt himself collapse as the wolf pulled back from him again, and he instantly bucked back against him, forcing himself to take the painful stretch just to feel the sharp jolts of ecstasy tear through him again.
“Oh, fuck yeah.” Kouga bit out with another low, lustful growl. He reached forward to take hold of the monk’s shoulder to pull him back harshly. His left hand was still pulling strongly against the monk’s pulsing length, feeling every throb and twitch of pleasure as he pounded into him. “You got it now, don’t you? You want me to fuck you almost as bad as I wanna give it to you in your tight fucking ass.”
“Would you quit fucking talking about it and get it done!” Miroku panted out as he forced his hips back again, feeling the painful stretch coupled with the strong pull on his length and the wash of black that took over his vision the instant he had taken the wolf deep enough.
“So impatient,” Kouga growled from above him. His hand shifted, cupping his tight sack and giving it a squeeze as his fingers wrapped around the base of his shaft to pinch off the hot pulses of the monk’s pounding blood. “Maybe I should hold you back for a while longer.”
“Just try it wolf,” the monk growled out as he slammed himself back again, gritting his teeth to keep from groaning out the sensation. “I’ll pin your ass with a sutra so fast even your speed won’t save you, and then I’ll ram my throbbing cock into you so hard you’re going to split down the middle.”
His eyes hooding heavily at the thought, Kouga growled deeply and picked up his pace again. His hand shifted to pull against the monk’s length again, always faster, harder, carrying him closer to the edge as he felt himself stiffen and pulse as he was nearing it as well.
The hard impacts were almost killing him with pain every time he would feel himself be stretched or torn to accommodate the thick swell of the wolf’s heavy cock, but Miroku bit back his cries of pin, latching his teeth on his forearm and clenching his eyes closed just to keep himself from stopping it. Because every penetration, every thrust, every brush against the dark rise within him, and every hard pull along his length, was pushing him beyond every boundary of pleasure he had ever known.
Finally, there was no holding back. A break from within him released his body to a trembling wave of ecstasy. Even with his voice muffled against the skin of his arm, Miroku’s low cry of rapture could not be contained.
And for Kouga, feeling the rigid hold on his cock clamp down to nearly painful constraints, flexing and trembling around him as he continued pounding himself into the hot passage, was enough to send him over the edge. He tilted his head back to howl out his release, his hips bucking one last time to keep himself buried tightly within the now slicked heat of the monk’s body.
He was panting heavily, still coming down from his high, when the monk shifted abruptly and pushed him away. His limbs still slightly weak from his release, Kouga just barely caught himself before he toppled to the ground.
But Miroku had other plans for the demon wolf. Turning quickly, he elbowed the wolf harshly in the ribs, knocking him off his balance. He followed his motion to the ground, pinning him beneath him with his hands making quick gestures just above his neck.
Kouga snarled and tried to buck the monk off of him. But his movements were restrained, his energy refusing to surface beneath the weight of the seal placed on him.
Grabbing the clawed hands that made to take a swipe at him, Miroku pinned Kouga’s wrists to the ground with another quick motion of his hands and glared down at the snarling wolf. “You wanted to get off on a holy man, demon. So take it like the fucking bitch you are and I might think about letting you go.” He dropped his hands to hike up Kouga’s legs and drag them over his hips. He paused only for an instant to direct himself into unfamiliar territory, but a moment was all before he found his passage and was pressing himself through the tightly clenching opening.
He groaned deeply at how incredibly tight it was and the hot throbbing of his length as it was squeezed from its base instead of along the length like when he was inside a woman. “Fuck,” he breathed out as he pulled himself back again, the tight pull against his cock filling his head with such heat he could scarcely breathe. “Maybe I won’t let you go at all. I’m still so fucking hard; I think I could keep at this all night.”
The monk thrust forwards again in a jarring impact and Kouga’s head dropped to the ground, his eyes clenching closed as he was hit with a spreading wave of dark light and bestial pleasure. He growled lowly, the sound filling both him and his partner with the deep vibrations, causing them both to shudder as their bodies impacted again.
It was going to be a long night, but they were both up for the challenge.
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Wow…*blinks at screen* I can’t believe I just wrote that. *coughs then shifts uncomfortably* Is it hot in here, or is it just me? Ahem…well, be nice everyone, this is Shadow’s first yaoi experience. I hope you’ve enjoyed!
Cheers (I definitely need a drink…and a smoke…and maybe a lay…Ahem, right…)
Later
Shadow