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A/N - okay, faster update this time! Only a few more chapters to go (24 total). Glad that some of you are enjoying the eternal torment of Miroku. I don't know why it is so fun to completely torture a lecher with someone else's lecherous behavior, but it really is, isn't it? ^_^


Summary: Inuyasha wants to make some babies.
Theme: magic

All the following warnings MAY apply to all chapters, but WILL apply at sometime in the story: MPREG, anal, oral, humor, N/C, H/C, hand job, blow job, WAFF, M/M, Rim, Spanking (mild)

Chapter 17 - Magic

Miroku whimpered as Inuyasha came with a heavy growl, thrusting into him one final, painfully arousing time. Bruised, scratched, and covered with seed, Miroku lay limply as Inuyasha spent himself.

He’d lost track of how many times he’d been taken now. With an unceasing barrage of pleasure and release, he’d been kissed, licked, caressed, clawed, rimmed, orally pleasured – but no matter what else distracted him, Inuyasha refused to neglect Miroku’s ass. He took it with a hard pounding that was only a part of good sex when you did it once a night.

Penetration this violent, this often, left Miroku with insides that had the fragility of tissue paper. And Inuyasha wouldn’t stop ripping through them.

Inuyasha pulled out, a grumbling chuckle of a growl playing across Miroku’s skin, and took him into his arms. The world spun. Miroku’s neck wouldn’t support his head and his cheek slammed against Inuyasha’s chest as they both moved. Inuyasha hopped them up onto the rocks. He nuzzled Miroku’s hair with a little whuff until Miroku finally whimpered again.

It was almost like he was checking on Miroku’s health.

Miroku couldn’t summon the energy to view it as a good sign; it wasn’t. It was simply the beginning of the cycle: the Ritual Inspection of Inuyasha’s Breeding Female. None of the small caresses meant Miroku was about to be released.

He would have a few moments peace as he was poked and prodded and sniffed like a cone of incense, and then...

Miroku swallowed, turning his face into Inuyasha’s chest as Inuyasha leapt up another boulder. He would have wept, if he thought Inuyasha would pay any attention to tears. It was the least the idiotic male could do; if he were treating Miroku as a woman, shouldn’t tears mean something to him? Shouldn’t he treat Miroku more gently?

Like Kagome? He must have treated Kagome gently, at least with regards to sex. Why couldn’t be treat Miroku the same way?

During the sex, at the very least. Inuyasha wasn’t so bad when sex wasn’t involved. The examination would be painless, almost fond in a rough, Inuyasha sort of way. Although Miroku hated that it lasted just long enough for him to hope for an ending. Or at least for lovemaking that was slow and…tender. So that Miroku wouldn’t be so damnably ‘tender.’ But he knew better now; it wasn’t going to end.

He was going to be taken in the ass until the day he died. Which wouldn’t be too much longer, not if they continued like this.

He sniffed back exhaustion as Inuyasha continued moving, jumping them both up the last crevice of rock. With hardly a twitch of his muscles, Inuyasha had Miroku on his lap, legs curled towards his chest with his backside exposed to the air. Miroku’s ass twitched, scraping his insides against himself as Inuyasha began licking him.

Miroku couldn’t do this again. He simply could NOT. Miroku would throw himself off the cliff this time if he couldn’t persuade Inuyasha to release him. He truly would.

“I’m pregnant, Inuyasha. I swear it by the gods,” he whispered through bruised lips. He didn’t care if the gods thought it was some form of blasphemy. They couldn’t possibly do worse to him than what his few remaining days would be like if this didn’t work. Inuyasha paused and looked at his face before going back to tonguing his ass.

“It’s…I swear I’m pregnant.”

Inuyasha continued to nuzzle at him without stopping.

“C-can’t you smell it? That scent in the air – th-that’s me. The pregnancy smells good, yes?” His voice was hoarse from screaming every time he came, and trying to talk Inuyasha out of it every time he wasn’t.

As he felt Inuyasha’s hands tighten over him, ready to jump back down for another round, Miroku started babbling. The grip was too strong for him to pull himself free; he’d thought he had more time.

But he couldn’t take it anymore. He had to make it stop!

“Inuyasha, don’t! S-stop!” Inuyasha paused and looked at him with his hot, red eyes, his body tensed to spring back to the springs from their perch above. “I’m pregnant! I swear I’m pregnant! A baby, a little demon, a cub – there’s one inside me now so you can STOP.” Inuyasha blinked. He didn’t move, but he didn’t relax.

Gods, what was it going to take to get through to him? Could Miroku say anything that might force itself through Inuyasha’s thick skull? Or even awaken Inuyasha from the demon instincts that had taken him, and his loins, over?

“Inuyasha? You can stop now. It’s all right. You’ve done it, Inuyasha. You can have a pack of your own. And…and… And me too. S-see , it’s just as I’ve always wanted. Now I’ll finally have a child. And I’m the one who will bear it. H-how ironic, eh? We’re having a baby. A-aren’t you happy?“

Inuyasha cocked his head at the last sentence and Miroku kept babbling. “I’m so h-happy. A baby, w-what I always wanted. Isn’t that nice? A lovely, sweet, soft new infant to hold in your arms.”

Still staring at him, Inuyasha started sniffing the air again, as though Miroku’s words had somehow made him take another test of the air.

Please let this work, Miroku prayed. Let this smell like I’m breeding so this will finally STOP. Gods, I will give you anything you wish, if you would simply make me smell pregnant! Please! I can’t take this anymore; Inuyasha can’t take this anymore. Is it too much to ask for us to have this over with so we can have peace in our lives again?

Miroku felt something tingling deep inside his body and he shivered. Inuyasha shifted, getting ready to jump again, and Miroku wanted to cry. He ached, he was exhausted, and this had failed so badly he didn’t know if he could do it again without losing his sanity. He hurt.

Please!

Inuyasha growled suddenly, pulling Miroku’s nude body close against his own. Looking around as though he’d heard something, he scented the air, his chest vibrating with his growls. Miroku stared blearily, sure he couldn’t defend himself even if he were released. Every part of his body felt like bruised jelly.

And then he saw the glow. Starting from his chest and abdomen, a shimmering neon emanated, spreading to Inuyasha until they both glowed bright and clear. And pink. He stared in incomprehension.

Inuyasha growled, feral and dark. His grip over Miroku’s was so tight his claws nearly pierced the skin as he glared around them, looking for where the attack was coming from.

Miroku blinked as the air in front of his eyeballs gleamed brightly, lighting up the darkness and giving it a shaded view of pink and white.

He knew this color. He knew he’d seen this color before. Inuyasha growled again, drawing Miroku’s eyes back to his face. The pink sheen surrounding his silvery hair suddenly hit something in his memory.

“Kagome,” Miroku breathed. “Inuyasha, the shikon jewel!” The aches in his body suddenly faded as he stared in awe. He wasn’t sure, not completely, what was happening, but he hoped...

Kagome’s wish; it had to be that. Before she’d gone home, she’d made sure to rid the world of the jewel with a wish that expressed her love for all of them.

She’d wished for them all to find happiness.

None of them had known what to expect, especially as nothing had happened, not at first. When Sango’s body had glowed just like this, though, the moment Kouga had asked her to be his mate, they’d known what it meant.

And it had happened right after she’d been weeping over whether she was really falling in love with Kouga or not. Shippou had already had his, too. Sango and Shippou had glowed with rose fire when the little one had been adopted by the wolf clan. And now Miroku…

…he’d been hoping for a rescue from this unending stream of mind-bending but body-breaking sex.

Did that mean…Inuyasha would stop now?

The glow grew so bright he had to close his eyes. It razed the darkness with one last flare, and then the glow behind his eyelids faded and Miroku carefully opened them. Inuyasha was still holding him almost painfully tight, and he started checking out Miroku’s body all over again. Sniffing at him, licking, turning him over as Miroku yelped, inspecting his limbs.

He tasted along Miroku’s spine, and intimately between his cheeks, before he turned him back over again. Inuyasha did the same to his chest, laving the sensitized nipples with small flicks that were like small shocks. When he moved over Miroku’s belly, his voice changed. His growl suddenly developed a smoother tone, and he nuzzled the small thatch of dark hair at Miroku’s groin.

Miroku would swear he was purring, if he didn’t know better. He tried not to move, barely daring to breathe. Not wanting to believe there was any change, because the disappointment really would have him throwing himself from the rocks if it weren’t true.

But when another minute passed with nothing more than nuzzling and soothing noises, he couldn’t help himself. Had he done it? Was he safe? Would Inuyasha stop now?

Inuyasha would be so happy – he could finally stop feeling guilty about this. Hope tore into shreds as Inuyasha finally stopped nuzzling him and leapt before Miroku realized what was happening.

“No! No, Inuyasha, we can’t-“

Miroku stopped, shocked as they didn’t land in the pool, but next to it. Inuyasha grabbed his fire-rat robes from the ground, smoothed them out, and laid Miroku on top. Miroku stared up at him.

Was this…over? Finally over?!

“Inuyasha?”

Lying down next to him, the hanyou gathered him against his chest, spooning him softly. “Mine.” He growled against the back of his neck. His hand reached over and lay gently over Miroku’s flat stomach, rubbing in small circles there, and Miroku let out one half-hysterical sob of relief.

“Oh thank the gods and all their blessed mercies.”

Thank you, Kagome. Thank you, thank you, THANK YOU.