Detachable Penis
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Chapter 2
Here is the link to the Detachable Penis music video
http://www.mtv.com/overdrive/?id=1536063&vid=46915
Detachable Penis
Chapter 2
Sango had been wrong. It was not she who had found the Detachable Penis, nor was it the penis that had found her.
Sesshomaru was perched on the roof of the Starbucks, sipping a double shot, non fat, extra foam, caramel machiato. There was a Starbucks conveniently located at all of the six hot springs that surrounded the upper-middle class peasant village, and he often stopped in when he needed a pick me up, or just needed a good WiFi hot spot.
At the moment though his attention was focused on the group in the clearing. The group had sat in rapture as Sango explained, in graphic detail, just how the penis had brought her to the heights of ecstasy over and over again. Miroku sat on the ground with his head in his hands. He groaned each time Sango related how good his penis had felt, or how she had cum, yet again from the powerful strokes of his penis.
Sesshomaru was amused. He did not know that the monk's curse extended past his hand, and wondered what other bizarre curses Naraku could conjure.
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He had found the Detachable Penis in the forest this morning. His keen nose had smelled the monk as he made his way towards the small group of shard hunters. He had been baffled for a while, thinking his senses had betrayed him. Finally he saw why the priest could be smelled, but not seen. He reached down and picked penis up. Sesshomaru was nothing if not curious. He examined the penis closely, wondering what spell could animate such an appendage, and finally placed it in his kimono.
As he made his way closer to their camp, he ran across the slayer. She was looking for something. “Here, Detachable Penis!” she called as she wandered through the woods, “Here peni-peni-peni! Sango wants to play with you!” She sat down by a tree, tired out from the search. “I have got to figure out a better name for that man's cock.”
She rubbed her head, and leaned back, only meaning to rest for a few minutes, but fell asleep instead.
Sesshomaru thought to simply return the penis by means of the slayer. It would save him the embarrassment of having to hand a man his own dick.
Silently he strode towards her, he pulled the penis from his sleeve, but stopped when she moaned. “Ooooo, yeah, Miroku baby, boss me around. Tell me what to do. Show me you're in charge.”
He was surprised. He had never thought taijiya had anything other than violent tendency's towards the monk. A cruel smile played across his lips. He was simply going to drop the penis in the grass beside her, and speed away. Instead, he gently placed the penis against her leg, under her kimono. It immediately began crawling up her leg.
He jumped to the limb of a nearby tree to observe what would happen. Her legs began to squirm as the penis made it's way to her thigh.
“Oh yes! Take me like you want to!”
She had woken up, and was trying to figure out why the dream still felt so real. She pulled up her kimono, and saw the penis rubbing against the cloth of her undergarments.
“Oh, there you are, Miroku will be so pleased that I found you.” the penis continued to rub in an attempt to gain access to her now dripping opening. Sango picked the penis up, and looked at it carefully. It wasn't huge by any means, but the monk had nothing to be embarrassed about either.
The penis twitched in her hand, apparently enjoying the attention. Sango knew she shouldn't, but she was so wet, and just didn't want to get up and walk all the way back to camp just yet. She set the penis back between her legs, and pushed the bindings aside.
Sesshomaru sat in the tree, listening to the moans and grunts that came from the woman. He wondered if there might not be some use for such an item. He stayed, filing his claws with an emory board till the slayer finally passed out from exhaustion and ecstasy. He dropped to the ground, and picked up the penis, dangling it between two claws. He still had questions that needed to be answered.
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So, the monk could feel nothing while his errant phallus wasn't attached to him. This suited his plans perfectly. He continued to watch the group, and glean all the information that he could before implementing his newfound plan.
He stood, and walked into the clearing, he was almost upon them before anyone knew of his presence.
“Sesshy!” Kagome screamed and ran to him. She jumped, and threw her arms around his neck, planting a big kiss on his cheek. “Where have you been? I was wondering when you would come and see me again.”
“I was delayed,” his voice slightly warmer than when he talked to others. “There was an uprising on the southern border. A small army of hummingbird youkai were prepared to invade the Western Lands, but I soon showed them who was boss.”
Kagome and Sesshomaru had been dating for a few months. He would stop in on the shard hunters whenever he could, to get word on Naraku's whereabouts, and continue his quest to get into her pants. They had made out plenty of times, and he had even gotten to second base a few times.
The problem was that he had been a little too graphic in relating the mating ritual to her. The whole doggy style, beast unleashed pounding, followed by a bestial roar as he bit a huge chunk out of her shoulder had not gotten her in the mood. What had helped even less was when he revealed the tool that he planned to do the pounding with. Her face had gone white as she had stared openly him. He was proud that it had scared her a little, but was slapping himself because she was terrified of it now.
They would kiss and pet, and lick each other, but every time she would begin to grind her hips or ass against him and feel IT responding, she would “Eek!”, turn white again, and suddenly need to get back to the others. He was beginning to wonder if this relationship was going to work at all or not. I mean, what good is a meaningful relationship without the beast roaring, shoulder chewing, pussy pounding?
He pretended to listen as Kagome and Sango retold the story of Miroku's affliction and the events of the day. He nodded and said “Hn” where appropriate. When the girls had finished, he said, “I will aid in your search in the morning. Kagome, would you care to dine with me?” She giggled, and of course say yes. Sango went to try and console Miroku telling him that they begin the search at spot where she had her interlude this afternoon.
The Olive Garden had been perfect, the unlimited salad and bread sticks had helped to quell the Inu's voracious appetite till his double order of lasagna had arrived. Kagome had eaten a little off of his plate. He growled each time she snaked her fork over to steal a bite. When the massive piece of chocolate cake had arrived for dessert, it had been all hers, cuz everyone knows that dogs shouldn't eat chocolate.
They walked slowly back towards the camp, arm in arm, talking and whispering sweetly in each others ears. They sat down on a park bench, and cuddled close, kissing, and nibbling each others faces and necks. She threw one leg over, straddling his lap so she would have better access to his mouth. He growled softly, and slipped a hand up her shirt.
He wondered again why women of the future had devised such devious contraptions as the one she wore under her shirt. Why would she bind her breasts in such garment, knowing that he would have such difficulties removing it from her person. The first time, he had simply cut the straps that held it in place. He would not repeat such an assault on her undergarments again. She had been quite cross, and had stomped off yelling about the stupidity of dogs, and the need for a Secret store of some kind he couldn't quite remember.
The next time he had tried in vain to undo the fastening mechanism, only to conclude that it had in fact been designed by his enemies, in an attempt to keep him frustrated and from the bounteous mounds he knew lay concealed beneath the wire and silk.
This time, he easily defeated the torturous device and simply pushed it up and over the top of her breasts. She groaned in his ear as he squeezed their flesh. He pushed her shirt up as well, and leaned down to kiss her dark nipples, gently at first, but more passionately as the taste of her sweet flesh began to drive him wild. His tongue swirled, and teased as she grabbed his hair and gently bit his ear.
He began to suck and nibble lightly on her now hardened nipples. She writhed in pleasure, she knew that he loved her breasts, and was more than happy for him to pleasure them as much as he wanted to. They stayed like this, him lavishing attention on her prominent endowments, and she whimpering and grinding her pelvis into his...until.
She stopped, and sat still. He continued for a moment, hoping she hadn't felt what he knew she had. “What's wrong?” He twitched his hardening length against her backside again.
“Umm. Ahh. I've got to get back to the others.” she said pulling her shirt and bra back into place. “I don't want them coming to look for me and finding us like this.” She tried to slide back off his lap.
He held her still. “Kagome, why do you always leave when we are beginning to enjoy ourselves? You know that I would never force you into anything that you thought was uncomfortable.”
“I know, I know. It's just, I want to but, I ... just...can't! I gotta go.”
She slid down, and started to walk back to the camp, adjusting her clothes as she went.
“Kagome.” She turned to look at him standing by the bench. “If you wish to continue where we left off , come to the hot spring. I will be there.”
“Ok, which hot spring will you be at?” she asked even though she knew she wouldn't go.
“The one by the Barnes and Nobles” he replied. There was a Starbucks there, and he could read new “Field and Stream” while he waited.
She lifted her hand and waved, and walked back to camp. It wasn't that she didn't want to do it with the gorgeous Youkai, she did, desperately. She dreamed about making love to him almost every night. She would often wake up sweaty, breathing hard, and in need of a fresh pair of panties. There were two reasons she hesitated, when what she really wanted was for him to take and claim her.
The first was the term “pupped”, he used it, InuYasha used it, hell everyone used it to describe her being pregnant with their children. The idea of bearing children with him was not a bad one. She wanted to bear him strong sons and daughters that could take up the role of protector and guardian of the Western Lands. What held her back was the sight of her neighbors dog, giving birth to eight little puppies all at once. She knew that it they made love, she would immediately be full to bursting with a multitude of mini InuYasha's. All yelling, and fighting, and calling each other a dirty bastard, and looking for clay pots to screw.
The other reason, was his mighty sword. No, not the ones on his hip, the one in his pants. She had never seen a human males penis before, but she was pretty sure that they paled in comparison to his weapon. She was not as innocent as everyone thought, she had acquired a few items that brought her pleasure, even more so now that she had a face to think about. But none of them even came close to him. She was concerned the he would either hurt her, or would leave her when the physical realities would not allow him to enter her at all.
She wondered if she would wake her friends again with mews and moans in the night. Kami, she wanted to fuck him! But not if it meant loosing him forever, or being split in two.
Sesshomaru watched as she walked away. He marveled again at the complexity of this woman. Did all human males have such difficulties bedding their women? If so, it was a wonder the species had thrived the was it did. No matter, he smoothed his kimono, checking to make sure the penis still safely stashed inside. He would return it to the monk, after it had helped him accomplish his own purposes.
After the camp had fallen asleep, Sesshomaru strode silently towards her. He bent down, but stopped when she said quietly, “Oh, Sesshy, yeah, give it to me baby. Yeah, right there, it feels sooo...” she rolled over and continued her MA rated dream. He grinned, and carefully slipped something into the bottom of her sleeping bag. Oh she was ready, but he would make her come and ask him to claim her. He left, and began to make his way to their previously discussed meeting place. He wondered if there would be any scones left at the coffee shop when he got there.
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http://www.mtv.com/overdrive/?id=1536063&vid=46915
Detachable Penis
Chapter 2
Sango had been wrong. It was not she who had found the Detachable Penis, nor was it the penis that had found her.
Sesshomaru was perched on the roof of the Starbucks, sipping a double shot, non fat, extra foam, caramel machiato. There was a Starbucks conveniently located at all of the six hot springs that surrounded the upper-middle class peasant village, and he often stopped in when he needed a pick me up, or just needed a good WiFi hot spot.
At the moment though his attention was focused on the group in the clearing. The group had sat in rapture as Sango explained, in graphic detail, just how the penis had brought her to the heights of ecstasy over and over again. Miroku sat on the ground with his head in his hands. He groaned each time Sango related how good his penis had felt, or how she had cum, yet again from the powerful strokes of his penis.
Sesshomaru was amused. He did not know that the monk's curse extended past his hand, and wondered what other bizarre curses Naraku could conjure.
>---->---->---->---->---->---->---->---->---->---->---->---->---->---->---->---->---->---->---->---->---->
He had found the Detachable Penis in the forest this morning. His keen nose had smelled the monk as he made his way towards the small group of shard hunters. He had been baffled for a while, thinking his senses had betrayed him. Finally he saw why the priest could be smelled, but not seen. He reached down and picked penis up. Sesshomaru was nothing if not curious. He examined the penis closely, wondering what spell could animate such an appendage, and finally placed it in his kimono.
As he made his way closer to their camp, he ran across the slayer. She was looking for something. “Here, Detachable Penis!” she called as she wandered through the woods, “Here peni-peni-peni! Sango wants to play with you!” She sat down by a tree, tired out from the search. “I have got to figure out a better name for that man's cock.”
She rubbed her head, and leaned back, only meaning to rest for a few minutes, but fell asleep instead.
Sesshomaru thought to simply return the penis by means of the slayer. It would save him the embarrassment of having to hand a man his own dick.
Silently he strode towards her, he pulled the penis from his sleeve, but stopped when she moaned. “Ooooo, yeah, Miroku baby, boss me around. Tell me what to do. Show me you're in charge.”
He was surprised. He had never thought taijiya had anything other than violent tendency's towards the monk. A cruel smile played across his lips. He was simply going to drop the penis in the grass beside her, and speed away. Instead, he gently placed the penis against her leg, under her kimono. It immediately began crawling up her leg.
He jumped to the limb of a nearby tree to observe what would happen. Her legs began to squirm as the penis made it's way to her thigh.
“Oh yes! Take me like you want to!”
She had woken up, and was trying to figure out why the dream still felt so real. She pulled up her kimono, and saw the penis rubbing against the cloth of her undergarments.
“Oh, there you are, Miroku will be so pleased that I found you.” the penis continued to rub in an attempt to gain access to her now dripping opening. Sango picked the penis up, and looked at it carefully. It wasn't huge by any means, but the monk had nothing to be embarrassed about either.
The penis twitched in her hand, apparently enjoying the attention. Sango knew she shouldn't, but she was so wet, and just didn't want to get up and walk all the way back to camp just yet. She set the penis back between her legs, and pushed the bindings aside.
Sesshomaru sat in the tree, listening to the moans and grunts that came from the woman. He wondered if there might not be some use for such an item. He stayed, filing his claws with an emory board till the slayer finally passed out from exhaustion and ecstasy. He dropped to the ground, and picked up the penis, dangling it between two claws. He still had questions that needed to be answered.
>---->---->---->---->---->---->---->---->---->---->---->---->---->---->---->---->---->---->---->---->---->
So, the monk could feel nothing while his errant phallus wasn't attached to him. This suited his plans perfectly. He continued to watch the group, and glean all the information that he could before implementing his newfound plan.
He stood, and walked into the clearing, he was almost upon them before anyone knew of his presence.
“Sesshy!” Kagome screamed and ran to him. She jumped, and threw her arms around his neck, planting a big kiss on his cheek. “Where have you been? I was wondering when you would come and see me again.”
“I was delayed,” his voice slightly warmer than when he talked to others. “There was an uprising on the southern border. A small army of hummingbird youkai were prepared to invade the Western Lands, but I soon showed them who was boss.”
Kagome and Sesshomaru had been dating for a few months. He would stop in on the shard hunters whenever he could, to get word on Naraku's whereabouts, and continue his quest to get into her pants. They had made out plenty of times, and he had even gotten to second base a few times.
The problem was that he had been a little too graphic in relating the mating ritual to her. The whole doggy style, beast unleashed pounding, followed by a bestial roar as he bit a huge chunk out of her shoulder had not gotten her in the mood. What had helped even less was when he revealed the tool that he planned to do the pounding with. Her face had gone white as she had stared openly him. He was proud that it had scared her a little, but was slapping himself because she was terrified of it now.
They would kiss and pet, and lick each other, but every time she would begin to grind her hips or ass against him and feel IT responding, she would “Eek!”, turn white again, and suddenly need to get back to the others. He was beginning to wonder if this relationship was going to work at all or not. I mean, what good is a meaningful relationship without the beast roaring, shoulder chewing, pussy pounding?
He pretended to listen as Kagome and Sango retold the story of Miroku's affliction and the events of the day. He nodded and said “Hn” where appropriate. When the girls had finished, he said, “I will aid in your search in the morning. Kagome, would you care to dine with me?” She giggled, and of course say yes. Sango went to try and console Miroku telling him that they begin the search at spot where she had her interlude this afternoon.
The Olive Garden had been perfect, the unlimited salad and bread sticks had helped to quell the Inu's voracious appetite till his double order of lasagna had arrived. Kagome had eaten a little off of his plate. He growled each time she snaked her fork over to steal a bite. When the massive piece of chocolate cake had arrived for dessert, it had been all hers, cuz everyone knows that dogs shouldn't eat chocolate.
They walked slowly back towards the camp, arm in arm, talking and whispering sweetly in each others ears. They sat down on a park bench, and cuddled close, kissing, and nibbling each others faces and necks. She threw one leg over, straddling his lap so she would have better access to his mouth. He growled softly, and slipped a hand up her shirt.
He wondered again why women of the future had devised such devious contraptions as the one she wore under her shirt. Why would she bind her breasts in such garment, knowing that he would have such difficulties removing it from her person. The first time, he had simply cut the straps that held it in place. He would not repeat such an assault on her undergarments again. She had been quite cross, and had stomped off yelling about the stupidity of dogs, and the need for a Secret store of some kind he couldn't quite remember.
The next time he had tried in vain to undo the fastening mechanism, only to conclude that it had in fact been designed by his enemies, in an attempt to keep him frustrated and from the bounteous mounds he knew lay concealed beneath the wire and silk.
This time, he easily defeated the torturous device and simply pushed it up and over the top of her breasts. She groaned in his ear as he squeezed their flesh. He pushed her shirt up as well, and leaned down to kiss her dark nipples, gently at first, but more passionately as the taste of her sweet flesh began to drive him wild. His tongue swirled, and teased as she grabbed his hair and gently bit his ear.
He began to suck and nibble lightly on her now hardened nipples. She writhed in pleasure, she knew that he loved her breasts, and was more than happy for him to pleasure them as much as he wanted to. They stayed like this, him lavishing attention on her prominent endowments, and she whimpering and grinding her pelvis into his...until.
She stopped, and sat still. He continued for a moment, hoping she hadn't felt what he knew she had. “What's wrong?” He twitched his hardening length against her backside again.
“Umm. Ahh. I've got to get back to the others.” she said pulling her shirt and bra back into place. “I don't want them coming to look for me and finding us like this.” She tried to slide back off his lap.
He held her still. “Kagome, why do you always leave when we are beginning to enjoy ourselves? You know that I would never force you into anything that you thought was uncomfortable.”
“I know, I know. It's just, I want to but, I ... just...can't! I gotta go.”
She slid down, and started to walk back to the camp, adjusting her clothes as she went.
“Kagome.” She turned to look at him standing by the bench. “If you wish to continue where we left off , come to the hot spring. I will be there.”
“Ok, which hot spring will you be at?” she asked even though she knew she wouldn't go.
“The one by the Barnes and Nobles” he replied. There was a Starbucks there, and he could read new “Field and Stream” while he waited.
She lifted her hand and waved, and walked back to camp. It wasn't that she didn't want to do it with the gorgeous Youkai, she did, desperately. She dreamed about making love to him almost every night. She would often wake up sweaty, breathing hard, and in need of a fresh pair of panties. There were two reasons she hesitated, when what she really wanted was for him to take and claim her.
The first was the term “pupped”, he used it, InuYasha used it, hell everyone used it to describe her being pregnant with their children. The idea of bearing children with him was not a bad one. She wanted to bear him strong sons and daughters that could take up the role of protector and guardian of the Western Lands. What held her back was the sight of her neighbors dog, giving birth to eight little puppies all at once. She knew that it they made love, she would immediately be full to bursting with a multitude of mini InuYasha's. All yelling, and fighting, and calling each other a dirty bastard, and looking for clay pots to screw.
The other reason, was his mighty sword. No, not the ones on his hip, the one in his pants. She had never seen a human males penis before, but she was pretty sure that they paled in comparison to his weapon. She was not as innocent as everyone thought, she had acquired a few items that brought her pleasure, even more so now that she had a face to think about. But none of them even came close to him. She was concerned the he would either hurt her, or would leave her when the physical realities would not allow him to enter her at all.
She wondered if she would wake her friends again with mews and moans in the night. Kami, she wanted to fuck him! But not if it meant loosing him forever, or being split in two.
Sesshomaru watched as she walked away. He marveled again at the complexity of this woman. Did all human males have such difficulties bedding their women? If so, it was a wonder the species had thrived the was it did. No matter, he smoothed his kimono, checking to make sure the penis still safely stashed inside. He would return it to the monk, after it had helped him accomplish his own purposes.
After the camp had fallen asleep, Sesshomaru strode silently towards her. He bent down, but stopped when she said quietly, “Oh, Sesshy, yeah, give it to me baby. Yeah, right there, it feels sooo...” she rolled over and continued her MA rated dream. He grinned, and carefully slipped something into the bottom of her sleeping bag. Oh she was ready, but he would make her come and ask him to claim her. He left, and began to make his way to their previously discussed meeting place. He wondered if there would be any scones left at the coffee shop when he got there.
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