Erotic Adventures of Shippo!

Ok! I finally wrote a second chapter! Thanks for the support!Inuyasha never spoke about what happened, but Shippo would never forget it. Often he would think about Kagome bathing in the springs, or of Inuyasha, holding him with such love and he fell asleep. At these times he would feel a familiar hardening sensation, and would long to relive that wonderful night. Shippo learned that he could take care of himself, at night or when hiding in the bushes, and for a while he was content with that; however, it would always bore him quickly, as it was nothing compared to the real thing.

One day, the three ran into Miroku the Monk, who joined in on their adventure. That day, Miroku asked Kagome if she would have his children: a question whose meaning was lost to Shippo. That night Shippo Asked Kagome what he meant; Kagome, however, rather then answering him, blushed, and said, quite flustered, “Miroku’s just a pervert. You’ll understand one day, but right now you’re to young to worry about things like that.”

As the week wore on, Shippo noticed that Miroku acted rather oddly around girls: every time he passed Kagome or other pretty girls, he would reach out, trying to touch their buttes or breasts. The attentive fox demon also noticed that when the monk succeeded, he would often see a lump growing under his robes. This excited Shippo, who wanted nothing more then to re-experience that feeling of bonding he had had with Inuyasha. So, one night, Shippo followed Miroku to his favorite meditative spot, determined to ask a few questions.

Miroku sat in silence, eyes closed, and attempted to meditate… and found that he could not. Usually, no matter how the day went, Miroku would have no trouble preparing his mind for meditation, emptying it of all thoughts and disturbances. Tonight, however, one thought kept interrupting his relaxation: Shippo. The Monk, who was no fool when it came to understanding others (only when it came to pairing with others), had noticed the young demon studying him lately, constantly staring as he interacted with local women, and once or twice, even wondered if the boy was staring at his erection.

“Dammit,” Miroku silently cursed as he gave up trying to clear his mind. “Perhaps I should talk to him?”

“Talk to who?”

Miroku let out a small squeal of surprise as he turned around to stare the center on his discomfort.

“Shippo! You snuk up on me!”

“It wasn’t really hard. You were in one of your trance-things.”

“Uh, yes, well… what is it?”

“Actually, I, uh, wanted to ask you a question.”

Aha! I knew it! Miroku thought.

“Well?”

“Well, it’s about, um, girls, really. Or, uh, the way you act around them. Really, it’s a bunch of questions about that.”

“What exactly are the questions, Shippo?”

“Ok, here goes: Why did you ask Kagome to have your children? Why are you always trying to touch girls? Why do they always slap you when you do? Why do you get that bulge in your robes?”

A broad smile crossed Miroku’s face. “Oh, so that explains it! Shippo, I am so glad you decided to ask me about these things. Now, find a comfortable place to sit, and I will tell you about the most wonderful thing in the world.”

For the next few hours, Miroku told Shippo all about women, flirting, and then, sex. He explained why people had sex, that it was necessary for women to have children, and that sometimes it was preformed for the sheer joy it creates (something Shippo could secretly relate to). When Shippo told him about how he sometimes touched him self, Miroku told him that there were many kinds of sex, and this was just one particular way to relieve yourself. Miroku was careful not to go into to detailed of a description, deciding that it would be too much for the boy, and refrained from describing these “other ways”.

“So, Shippo. Do you have any more questions?”

As a matter of fact he did. Although everything Miroku told him was interesting, he did not explain what happened between the fox demon and Inuyasha, as it sounded as though sex could only be done with a girl. “Actually, yes. You said that there were other ways to have sex. Is it possible to have sex with a man instead of with a woman?”

Miroku regarded Shippo with a raised eyebrow as he thought about how to answer the question. He thought it quite strange, indeed, that one so young would ask about homosexuality, and he found that it began to stir certain emotions within him: Emotions he had long ago thought to be banished. After all, it was one thing to feel this kind of attraction toward grown men, but when the fixation was towards children? This was, of course, wrong, and so, years ago, a disgusted Miroku abolished his seemingly demented lusts through a mixture of meditation and force of will, expelling it forever.

Or so he thought.

Miroku felt his penis begin to stir, and readjusted his posture to better hide his erection from Shippo’s observant gaze. Deciding it would be better to tell Shippo the truth, he said, a bit too quickly, “Well, uh, I suppose so, yes! But it is, uh, sort of a matter of preference.” Miroku looked down at the young fox demon longingly, taking in every detail of his small, lithe body: his cute, eager face; his bushy red tail; his fox-like ears and feet; all of which made him look more and more beautiful, causing his lust to wash over his body like waves. Miroku Inhaled and exhaled slowly, attempting to stifle the long-buried feelings, and said, frantically, “I for one prefer females! Adult Females!” he added stupidly, barely containing himself.

Shippo recognized the way Miroku was looking at him; Inuyasha had looked the same way that night before. Excited, and desiring even more to relive that experience, Shippo said “Miroku? Maybe you should show me? That way I can know what it’s like.” Shippo moved closer as he said this, and rested his hand on Miroku’s lap.

Miroku Inhaled sharply. What was happening? Show him? Closing his eyes tightly, Miroku stuttered, “N-n-no, Sh-shippo, I c-can’t… n-not supposed to…”

“Aw… please?” Shippo suddenly reached into Miroku’s lap with one hand, searching the robes until he found a bulge, which he began to rub.

This was too much for the monk, who let out a shuddering sigh. Now it was foreplay? At that point, Miroku knew that his willpower had lost, and he let his lust control him. Moaning lightly, Miroku said, “Shippo… ok.”

Excited, Shippo quickly pulled up the monk’s robes, uncovering a penis he saw was much bigger then Inuyasha’s, and this thought somehow aroused him even more. With both hands, he began to stroke up and down in a pumping action.

Miroku let the pleasure wash over him, reveling at the softness of Shippo’s young, un-callused hands. Curiously, he began to stroke the fur of Shippo’s tail, allowing his hand to explore downward to the small demon’s backside. He realized that Shippo’s pants were specially made with a hole to fit his tail, and he slid a finger inside.

The monk explored deeper and deeper, touching the child’s anus, and prodding it lightly. Shippo stiffened at this touch, and Miroku paused, wondering if he had gone to far, but seeing the look of anticipation on the boy’s cute face, he continued, pressing his finger deep into the tight hole.

Shippo clenched at the familiar odd sensation, and shifted downward, driving the finger even deeper into himself. After a brief moan, Shippo returned to his charge, getting a sudden idea. Leaning forward, Shippo gave the head of Miroku’s penis a little lick. Not disliking the taste, he took the head into his mouth, and closed hid small lips tightly, gently sucking the way he did those lolly-candies Kagome sometimes brought him from the future, all the wile continuing a steady pumping.

Miroku, surprised at the change, removed his finger and slid his hand down the front of the tiny Demon’s breaches, where he a very small penis. He began to lightly rub Shippo’s member, finding that with it’s small size, it was rather difficult to grip. Instead, he simply rubbed it with his thumb while exploring the rest of his friend’s nether regions.

Feeling an approaching climax, Miroku placed his free hand on Shippo’s shoulder, and said “hold on Shippo. Lets move on.”

Laying the young boy on his back, Miroku removed Shippo’s shirt, and suddenly kissed his lips, gently licking them, and placing one arm around him in an embrace. Shippo had never been kissed this way before, but had seen it often in the village. Opening his mouth, he accepted the monk’s experienced tongue, and Miroku took over, massaging the young demon’s tongue with his own.

Finally breaking free, Miroku showered Shippo’s exposed chest with soft kisses, stopping for a moment to suckle each nipple, and coming to a rest on the patch of skin just under Shippo’s belly button. The monk slowly removed Shippo’s pants, leaving the boy completely naked in the moon light, and continued his teasing kisses, never going too low. His tongue lapped playfully just above the waiting member, and Shippo thrust his hips upward expectantly.

Finally, Miroku moved onto the penis, bobbing up and down, and taking the small penis completely into his mouth. The monk began a system, sucking for a while, then kissing his testicles, then blowing on and licking his anus before returning to the start. After a while, he began to feel Shippo tense up, And with a final suckle of his scrotum, he thrust his tongue deep into Shippo’s anus, wetting it and lubricating it for the big finish.

Lying back, Miroku lifted the child off the ground, and slowly positioned him so that they faced each other and that his penis was placed against the others anus. “Now, Shippo, this might hurt…”

“Just do it” Answered the fox demon, having done this before, and therefore being aware of the pain.

At that moment, Miroku pushed Shippo down, until he was totally inside if the boy. Shippo let out a gasp of pain, but this time it hurt much less, and he enjoyed the even greater fullness of Miroku’s larger penis. Also, he liked that this time he could look into his lovers face. Already knowing what to do, Shippo began to move him self up and down without Miroku’s help.

The monk caught up soon, however, as he began to thrust into the boy, holding his penis in one hand and his tail in the other, which he used as a sort of handle. Miroku kept thrusting faster and faster, and suddenly Shippo began to feel his penis rubbing against something inside of him which sent shivers of pleasure coursing through hid body. This prompted him to work even harder, driving Miroku harder and harder into himself.

Miroku came first, moaning Shippo’s name with the climax.

Shippo knew it was over when he felt the warmth shoot through his body, seeming to fill every bit of him with joy and ecstasy as he felt Miroku stop his thrusting, and he experienced his own orgasm, recognized from his many solo sessions but better then all at once.
The two rolled to their side, the older still inside the younger, and Miroku drew his blanket, which he had meditated on, over the both of them. Miroku looked into Shippo’s beautiful eyes, and said “Shippo, if you have to tell the others, then…”

“Don’t worry.” Said Shippo, snuggling the older man. “I won’t tell if you won’t”

And so the two slept.