A/N: (0.0) I'm like uber uber sorry for the delay... finally became demented enough to squeeze another smutfix out of this warped twisted thing called my brain. Thank yall for the patience and interest in this fic. *bows gratefully*
Chapter 11:
In my little gutter,
I call upon the smut.
In my demented mind,
I shape and mold the smut.
With these nimble fingers,
I create the smut.
And with you all,
I share my smut.
-D.O.D
After finishing the last of his missive, Sesshoumaru gently placed his brush down to stare off across his city through his window. His thoughts were of nothing but the miko;
his miko. Does this human have any idea how she effected him over a course of several days? How swiftly…how easily? How the memory of her smell, the feel of her and the sight of her became such a heady addiction?
The smell of her slick essence was like sakura blossoms on a cool night after a rainy day. The feel of her skin was like the soft succulent flesh of a ripe peach. And then her petite curvy body…Kami the image of her body tortured his mind and made him burn as if he had lava coursing through his very veins. Those big bright blue sapphires tainted with lust and confusion when she watched him possess her. The bright pink glow of her skin revealing the heat, the
need, burning as she steadily crept toward the peak of completion. And those perfect mounds that swayed as she panted and sighed as euphoria settled over her after another climatic end.
He saw what was in her eyes when he left this morning, it was the look of understanding. She now knows the dark meaning of pleasure, but only the common idea of it. There was still so much she has yet to experience at his hands before he’ll allow her to think she knows it dark secret; it’s true dark secret.
Sesshoumaru closed his eyes as desire rippled down through his body.
By the Kami above there was so much he wanted to do to that little human. He wanted her beneath him again whimpering, trembling, and struggling with her body as release after delicious release hold her body captive in its dark restrictive tentacles. He wanted to watch her face contort with pleasure as he molested that sensitive spot inside her body; to see that expression on her face when she came. It was that look of complete surrender that had undone him more than the actual feel of her body milking him. Astounding was the only word he could muster to describe such a sight. Beautiful just seems redundant in regards to her as a whole being.
“Oi.”
Opening his dreamy gold eyes, Sesshoumaru finally granted the surly hanyou, standing within his doorway, his attention. He knew the boy was standing there for quite some time, but the imagery of the miko within his mind held…precedence. He looked down to the hanyou’s pet lounging comfortably on the floor beside him. The human looked far too comfortable. Almost as if he genuinely enjoys his status as a pet. And as he watched the male, he found himself wondering if his little miko would happily lounge at his feet eagerly waiting to be the center of his lewd attentions. But then it was that thought that made the demon lord realize how dangerous his fondness for her really was.
“What is it hanyou?” Sesshoumaru picked up his brush.
The half-breed stepped forward into his large study to stand before his desk, his pet right beside him. The human was even so bold as to use the side of Inu Yasha’s leg to lean against comfortably. And his brother didn’t seem bothered at all by his pet’s liberties.
The hanyou cleared his throat. “Your mother sends for ya.”
Sesshoumaru made an annoyed sound at the back of his throat then intertwined his fingers and rested his chin on his knuckles. He looked down curiously at the hanyou’s pet nuzzling his thigh silently. Looking lower, the demon lord noticed the human’s erection standing at attention between is thighs. With a look to the hanyou, the demon lord could tell he didn’t look immune to his pet’s askance for attention. “How long have you owned your pet?”
Confused, Inu Yasha shrugged looking down at his human. “For a year or so.”
Sesshoumaru cocked his head while regarding the male curiously. The human smirked knowingly under his scrutiny and looked to the floor out of respect. Even as he does so, the demon lord noted the human had an air of… impudence about him. But instead of it insulting him, it intrigued him. To have such attitude when one is nothing more than a pet, a slave to another’s carnal demands would leave him to assume that this human was comfortable with his life here if not happy. Where in this human’s time here did he come to accept and enjoy his fate as a pet? “What is his name?”
“Miroku.”
The boy suddenly looked uneasy. Amusing at it was, it was unnecessary. The demon lord looked pointedly to the one name Miroku and beckoned him over with the subtle jerk of head. The male moved to crawl around his table to his side. Sitting up, Sesshoumaru reached over to tilt the man’s head up. His thumb traced gently over the human’s bottom lip as he looked into his violet eyes steadily.
The man had a serene face; dreamy eyes, high cheekbones, and a mischievous mouth that always seemed to be smirking. But regardless of his looks, it wasn’t hard to tell that this human was a knowledgeable, patient man. So much that it was unnerving given how much freedom his brother gives him. If he wanted to be, this human could be meddlesome, especially given his holy nature as a priest. “You may speak freely to answer my questions human.” The man nodded. “How loyal are you to your master?” Sesshoumaru looked deeply into his eyes to catch to tiniest hint of untruth should the human decide to lie.
Miroku smiled slightly, “That even were the odds against me I would defend him to the best of my ability.”
“You are happy here as a pet.” Sesshoumaru stated rather than asked.
“I am. Genuinely so, I might add.”
The demon lord narrowed his eyes slightly. “Why?”
“There are those who grow accustomed to this life as a carnal object of another’s desires, then there are those who craves to be the object of another’s desires. Most especially when that person becomes the sole reason to relinquish such inhibitions to.” The human nuzzled Sesshoumaru’s palm. “It was I who approached Lord Inu Yasha to become his pet. So my situation differs from most here.”
“There is another reason.” Sesshoumaru pulled his hand away from the human’s blatant advance. He’ll let his brother take care of this human’s needs, after this human takes care of his curiosity.
“There is.” Not taking offense to the demon lord’s rejection, Miroku settled comfortably on his haunches. “I wish to enlighten those here, new or otherwise, to the positive aspects of being enslaved.”
“Oi, Miroku…” the hanyou protested with a growl.
Miroku chuckled and rolled his eyes. “My apologies. I meant being bestowed the honor of being a Lord or Ladies pet.”
“Hn.” Sesshoumaru nodded then gestured for the male to return to Inu Yasha’s side. “I wish for your pet to accompany my pet during her free time. You will see to it that she benefits from this association.”
“Yeah sure.” The hanyou said with a scowl of confusion. He left after being dismissed with his pet crawling languidly behind him. The human granted the demon lord a respectful nod over his shoulder before exiting his room.
He had just added an addition to his miko’s daily routine to accommodate her life here as a pet. Yes, he was sure now that this onna have affected him deeply, too deeply. So the question still stands; does he owe his beta gratitude for introducing her into his life?
He wasn’t sure.
-
Aimaru pushed gently on the small jade phallus. He watched the shiny wet stone ease into her pink puckered flesh with perverse satisfaction. His cock hummed with anticipation as the phallus disappeared inch by slow inch into her body. She would shake and shiver and he would moan and shudder at the sight of her straining body.
She tightened up her body with a whimper. Apparently it was becoming too much for her.
“Shhhh Shhhh….easy precious. Relax for me.” He whispered against the sweaty flesh of her back. When the tension eased out of her muscles he kisses her back in praise then pushed the phallus deeper. “That’s it love, that’s it. Accept it into your body. Feel it.” He twisted the ribbed phallus inside her and grinned when she whined in protest.
“Please…” she whimpered and arched her back in when he pushed harder onto the phallus, ruthless with its intrusion.
“Please what precious?” He pulled on the end of the phallus and slowly allowed the miko to relieve her body of the hard device. When she groaned in relief he began pushing the little plug back into her body much to her chagrin. Though, maybe not if the honey falling from her swollen petals was anything to go by. “You’re doing well my pet. So well in fact…” He pushed and held the small plug against her orifice with a fingertip. “…that we must share your progress with your Alpha. I’m sure he’ll appreciate you showing him your accomplishments, wouldn’t he Iku?”
His friend smiled knowingly at him from the head of the bed patting the miko’s head affectionately. There was no missing the leering glee in his friend’s eyes. It held the small glint of darkness; a darkness that Aimaru could appreciate.
Iku has been a dear friend of his since they were pups. While a powerful tree demon, one know for their nurturing and mild natures, his friend has quite the dark side. Not quite as dark as his mind you, but dark enough. In fact, everyone Aimaru associate himself with have interesting dark qualities about them. But then he was always considered a beacon of chaos.
“It’s settles it then…” Aimaru pulled the anal device from the miko’s body one last time and moved away from her over to the table filled with more anal toys. A sadistic smile was on his face when he turned back toward the miko to watch his friend untie her.
Another reason he appreciated his dear friend, always a step ahead of him. He couldn’t have picked a better pet attendant. “Hold her for a moment.”
Iku promptly reached over to hold her rounded ass cheeks apart as he neared her trembling form. Aimaru reached up to place a sizable golden phallus in his mouth to allow his saliva to coat it thoroughly before pulling it out to place it at her still damp anus. With a swift push the device was tucked tightly within her body with the end hanging freely from her rear. It was a white tipped black tail hanging from her body. It complimented her dark wavy hair hanging loosely around her shoulders.
Aimaru shooed Iku away from her body then stood back to admire her and smiled brightly. When she reached behind her to pull at the phallus in her ass he frowned. “Ah…Ah…Ah…” he chastised while smacking her hand away from her buttocks. “That stays in place love. You are going to crawl all the way to your Alpha’s study to show him how wonderfully lewd you are.”
He smiled at the horrified look on her face and the deliciously tainted musk of her aroused confusion. Oh, such confliction was delicious. Watching the little vixen wage war with her mind and body was too fun and too tempting.
When the miko was placed on the floor, he cocked his head thoughtfully at the sight of resentment adorning her too lovely face. Now that just won’t do. Embarrassment he’ll allow, confusion and perhaps a little fear he’ll let mar her perfect face. But resentment? No. Such an attitude towards your master who so obviously adores you will not be tolerated. Though, he’ll wait until they get to their alpha’s chambers before he’d punish her.
Aimaru reached out to his demon companion with an outstretched hand. “Iku, her leash and paddle if you please.” The demon then promptly placed his silver plated paddle and the end of her leash, after attaching it, into his hand. “You may go. I’ll send for you when I’m done
adoring her.” he smiled brightly at her and she shivered and cowered away at the sight of him brandishing his paddle.
Smirking, he jerked slightly the chain so that she was forced to look up at him. Her big blue eyes were wide in surprise making her look all too innocent. But she knew. She knew what was expected of her and he knows she will enjoy it; although reluctantly. “Come along precious. Let’s go show our alpha how happily vulgar you are.” Aimaru gave a small swat to the miko’s rear to set her in motion and chuckled.
-
Kagome glared at the demon behind her and was rewarded with another crack of his blasted paddle. How degrading. The phallus tucked inside churned her insides with its unyielding hardness as she moved forward. The tail, no doubt made of genuine hair, tortured the lips of her sex with its soft hair as it swayed from side to side. One moment it tickled, another is itched, and sometimes it tingled.
Speaking of tingling, inside where the phallus was lodged deeply tingled something horrible. And then it throbbed and ached. So much that it made her falter in her steps to pant against the carpeted floor. She gasped when the flat of Lord Aimaru’s paddle swatted her backside lifting her reddened cheek with his upward stroke. The cold metal dragged up her tender flesh leaving a cold stinging sensation in its wake. It only added to the mounting ache building within her ass making her flesh tighten and pull on the hard golden device.
“You’re stalling precious.” He swatted her rear again and chuckled when she stumbled forward to hasten her steps. With a pull on the chain, her head was held high practically putting her shame on display for all who walked by to see. The heat blossoming on her face was scalding.
A tall demon with raven hair swept up into a careless ponytail was walking toward them, his sky blue eyes were glued to her face making her all too aware of her humiliation. She moved to turn away from his scrutiny but Aimaru would have none of it. He held her leash tightly and damningly higher making her appear like a prancing pony.
Bastard. “Ah, Lord Kouga.” She heard him say and pulled harshly on her chain to halt her steps. Grateful for the rest, she relaxed carefully on her haunches facing away from the two demons beside her. “Still no luck old friend?”
She could feel Lord Kouga’s eyes gazing at her, skimming over every bare place on her exposed body. It made her shiver. She wanted nothing more than to disappear into nothing away from his prying eyes. Being this exposed was too much for her.
“No.” He rasped in that gravely deep voice of his. “The ones I desired seem to already be taken.” He said it so forlornly that she looked up at him to find him still eyeing her heatedly. That wasn’t the look of a forlorn man. “Did you capture her yourself, Lord Aimaru?”
“No, I had purchased her from a roaming merchant.”
Lord Kouga frowned and looked curiously to Lord Aimaru. “A merchant you say?”
Lord Aimaru nodded. “He’s a hanyou that goes by the name Naraku. While he was of questionable character…his wares are of good quality as you can see.” He pulled her chain forcing her to sit up rigidly baring her breast to Lord Kouga’s gaze. If it was possible his pale orbs grew more heated as his lids lowered. An uncontrollable shiver ghosted up her spine.
“Yes, I most certainly can. May I?” He asked never taking his eyes of Kagome. Nervous, she made a small step back away from him.
“You may.” Shocked, she looked up wide eyed at her lord who only smiled down at her affectionately; that same affectionate smile that left her confused on the inside. Damn him. In fact damn them all! Damn them and their self proclaimed superiority and their excessive beauty. Just damn them all together!
Her rant was cut short when she felt the demon in front of her capture her breast in a calloused palm and squeezed gently. On instinct, her hand shot out to backhand the offender only to have her blow caught easily in his larger hand. Surprised more at herself than anything else, she could only sit there stunned letting him caress her hand in his larger ones. Did she really just do that? And why was the urge so strong with him rather that with her own masters who violated her so much more ruthlessly? It made no sense to her; her
body made no sense to her. She spared a timid look up to the Wolf Prince to find him grinning warmly at her. While not the reaction she expected him to have towards her, she had counted her blessings and decided to be grateful. He could have reacted a whole lot worse.
“Well that was certainly rude of you precious. All he wanted to do was marvel at your beauty and admire your perfection and you reward his high regard with impertinence.” Even though Lord Aimaru’s voice was calm and rather “pleasant”, she shivered violently at the all too menacing promise she felt, rather than heard, within his tone. She was going to pay dearly for her slight. She just knew it. But…why? Why did she feel so excited? Why? Damn it all!
“Don’t be too hard on her Lord Aimaru. I found I rather enjoyed her…” Lord Kouga looked down at her and grinned widely. His wolfish grin making him devastatingly handsome. She looked away with a blush staining her cheeks. “…little tantrum.”
“You’re much too forgiving my friend. Benevolence like that deserves a ‘thank you’ does it not, precious?”
Thank you?! She seethed as she glared up at Lord Aimaru. He expected her to thank him for not having her reprimanded for defending her modesty?! In what world did that make sense? Not in her’s.
She answered her lord and the oh so
benevolent Lord Kouga with her blatant dismissal by turning her nose up to them both. Consequences be damned. She’ll allow herself this small ounce of pride.
Lord Kouga chuckled and shook his head. “Aimaru you lucky bastard.” He kept shaking his head as he walked down the hall. “You lucky, lucky bastard. I’ll be around for awhile, call on me sometime wont you?” he called back.
“Of course Lord Kouga.” Lord Aimaru answered happily then walked forward barely giving the miko time to fall instep behind him. “I’ll be sure to bring her along.”
“I couldn’t ask for nothing more.” The wolf prince shouted back.
Lord Aimaru laughed as he continued to drag her down the hall, his paddle resting comfortably on his shoulder and he hummed quietly.
Watching him act so jovial made her tremble curiously. There was no doubt that a harsh will given to her shortly. But knowing this…why, she asked herself again, why wasn’t she afraid?
-
Sesshoumaru was lounging against the wall of his study staring off into space with his thoughts solely on his miko when her addicting scent entered his lungs making him burn beneath his skin. A much appreciated pleasant surprise and the demon lord didn’t appreciate much.
He said nothing as he watched his beta waltz uninvited into his study to walk to where he settled comfortably against the wall near his fireplace. Lord Aimaru then dropped her leash on the floor and settled on the floor near him to watch her in what appears to be awe. “On our way here…” he started not taking his eyes off her. “…she raised her dainty hand to the Wolf Lord.”
“Lord Kouga.” Lord Sesshoumaru confirmed and his beta nodded. He spared his miko a look and watched her look away to the floor. Her body trembled and cowered away from his unblinking scrutiny. Interesting, he thought. She didn’t look like one to raise her hand to fly much less a Wolf Lord. “Indeed.”
“But instead of offending our guest, she managed to enamor him with her high strung charm.” Lord Aimaru sent him a thoughtful look. “Much like she has enamored us.”
Sesshoumaru cocked his head slightly still watching his miko squirm uncomfortably. He raked his eyes down her naked body slowly while reveling in the glow of her pale skin; so soft. This he knows because he has caressed it so many times. “Even so, her misconduct warrants punishment. You came with a paddle.” He held his hand out for the mentioned device then his beta promptly placed it in his hands. “Miko, here.”
He watched her stiffened and glare at him. Apparently she didn’t like his tone or his choice of words. Of course he knew this before he said them which, ironically, was
why he said them. If she only knew that he found her haughtiness amusing, she wouldn’t reward him so easily. But really, what did she expect? A coddling placating master who would coax her into complying? He barely stifled snorting in amusement.
When she didn’t move to obey, he relaxed his shoulders allowing calm to wash over him. While he had found her stubbornness …entertaining, the alpha in him raged with the need to assert dominance. For a fleeting moment he nearly tackled the small onna to the floor to wrap his maw around her slender throat and threaten her into submission. But, as he was known for it, he remained calm and composed with other means in mind to make her
comply.
“Miko.” He pointed to the floor in front of him, annoyed he had to repeat himself. “Here.” he said quietly. After a moment, she finally moved all while still glaring daggers at him. He held his hand up to halt her and nodded to her forgotten leach behind her. “Your leash.”
She looked back at the leash then glowered in his direction and huffed crossing her arms. Again, the demon lord had to catch himself. Slowly, Sesshoumaru stood and walked over to the miko who was now scrambling away from him. Unhurriedly, he step on the chain halting her movements and crouched down. He settled comfortably on his knees before he gathered the heavy metal into his hands and pulled her closer until she was practically in his lap. Fear was thick in the air around her as he took firm old of her collar. “To think I was going to be lenient with you.” He said before he quickly forced her onto her hands and knees. Pulling her wrists behind her back, the demon lord captured them in his hand then pushed them flat against her back forcing her chest to the floor. Her rear was raised high on her knees where he was met with another pleasant surprise. There between her rounded cheeks was a tail of black fur attached to a phallus tucked deeply into her anus. It was not nearly as big as he and beta’s phalluses but watching her strain to hold the device inside did dangerous things to his body.
Sesshoumaru reached over to push the fur away from her heat and nearly groaned at the sight of her folds swollen, pink and weeping with liquid need. Enchanted, he placed the paddle down in his lap and ran a light touch down the slit of her sex, marveling at the slickness, down to her nub where it peeked out from between her folds. He felt her fight his hold on her wrists and attempted to squirm away from his touch. But instead of irritating him with her thrashing, it only added to the allure of her sex as he fondled her nub. After indulging himself, he settled her adjacent to him so that she faced her Lord Aimaru to the side of him, his hand tight around her wrists. He shoved the tail across her back exposing her fully. Then, without warning, he lifted his paddle and flicked his wrist smacking the paddle across the bottom half of her ass, mindful of the phallus lodged deep inside her. One after the other, the blows rained across her skin making it red and lush in color. Desire raked through his loins at the sight of her honey coating the paddle as it swatted across her buttocks where her sex was conveniently exposed. It was such a lovely sight. Her petals open and weeping with desire between two shapely reddened thighs.
At first his little miko thought to deny him the sound of her wails, gritting her teeth and grunting under his relentless onslaught. But finally, when the pain became unbearable she granted him the sounds of her sobbing and useless pleas for mercy. Mercy?! On an ass as ripe and stubborn as this one; he’d think not.
He quickened his blows. 48 and counting. The reddened flesh of her buttocks rippled and swayed from the swats across her tender flesh. “Do you repent miko?” he asked never faltering in his blows. Truth be told he could do this all day and enjoy each and every swing of his wrist.
“YES!!” she all but screamed. Ah, a lovely sound.
“Our alpha doesn’t look convinced precious.” Lord Aimaru chuckled as he leaned over to lick the tears from her cheeks, raining kisses all over her face. “You’re so lovely when you’re face is contorted in humiliation and pain precious. So very lovely.”
“Yes, I repent please.” Lord Sesshoumaru heard her gasp. He had to tear his eyes away from her drenched heat to fully comprehend her pleas. He barely heard her over the cracks of swats.
“Hn.” The demon lord stopped and watched with twisted amusement when she suddenly went limp, clearly worn out from her punishment. Her body was coated in a sheen of sweat and she panted deeply. He smiled and his beta chuckled. Lord Aimaru knew he was nowhere near finished with their miko. Not even close.
With the paddle, he pushed her knees as far apart as they would allow her and held the paddle at a different angle so he could rub it flat against her sex, thoroughly coating it before he pulled it back and swatted her lightly across her folds, her nub the target of his punishment. After the first few blows his miko was singing an entirely new song of lewdness and vulgarity. The beauty of it only fueled the speed of his strokes.
He felt her grow stiff and began to tremble violently with an impending climax then immediately stopped. She wailed mournfully at the absence of his paddle. He grinned. He had a feeling she was enjoying this particular punishment far more than she realized. Such a lewd little vixen, his miko.
His cock hard, tight, and now raging with lust, the demon lord threw down the paddle then reached down to untie his hakamas and loosen his haori. Reaching over, he grabbed the end of the phallus inside her and pulled on it slowly, growling darkly as he watched her puckered skin around the device stretch and pull to release it. Once out, he pushed it back in keeping a steady rhythm, watching her body grow taught and lax in tune with his intrusion. “I believe you wanted to claim her here first.”
“I do.” Lord Aimaru answered as he undressed.
“Be quick.” Sesshoumaru growled low, the edges of his vision pulsing with red. His skin itched and crawled as heat and desire slithered through his body. The need for his miko nearly killed him as he watched his beta rise to undress and settle behind the miko where he held her still.
Aimaru reached out to gather a generous amount of her essence on his hand then pump his cock tightly to coat it thoroughly. He pulled the golden cock from her body then pressed himself against her opening, flinging the phallus across the room carelessly. He reached over to hold her cheeks in firm hands to keep them part as he slowly eased his blunt head into her body. The miko fought with vigor against his hold on her wrists.
“Noo…IT HURTS…” She screeched. “STOP!!”
Sesshoumaru looked to tear streaked face then to where her body was being claimed. Besides being stretched beyond her limit, he saw no blood or tearing. All that whining was unnecessary. To distract her from her discomfort, he reached beneath her hips to rub at her still slick nub. She gasped. “Relax miko. It will hurt a lot less.” He told her as he quickened his strokes against her nub his eyes never leaving the sight of his beta entering another inch. Swollen and firm against his finger tips, he rolled her clit this way and that.
“ Please.” She begged. Her cries, while melodious, feel unto deaf ears.
Aimaru suddenly winced and withdrew shaking his head. “Too early, I’m afraid. She’s still too bloody tight.”
“Take her.” Sesshoumaru rasped.
“But she’s…”
His cock harder that granite, Sesshoumaru grabbed him by his hair and yank him closer to growl against his ear. “I said. Take Her.”
