The Ark

Incomplete. And fragmented. Concentrating sucks!

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High up in the Musashi plain's cloudless night sky, Kagura sailed the waves of the wind upon the soft down of her magical feather, orbiting slowly around the forest-capped granite mountain that Sesshoumaru had carved his den into. Excitedly, she glanced over her right shoulder and up at the ghostly gleam of the quarter-moon above her, her ruby eyes narrowing in approval and her crimson lips curling upward in anticipation. She smirked, for her time had finally come; with the daylight's end long since passed and the quarter-moon perched high in the sky, Kagura knew that her potent aphrodisiac had been provided with ample time to work its way through Sesshoumaru's inu-youkai blood and take firm hold of his powerful male sexuality. With any luck, the virile demon lord would be in a state of fervent arousal when she approached him, a ferocious erection throbbing potently underneath the white silk of his hakama and a copious volume of his creamy seed churning restlessly in his undoubtedly-heavy testicles, and would be more than willing to bury himself deep and hard into the slick depths of a mature female's receptive body - hers.

Eager to see and enjoy the results of her erotic handiwork, Kagura pitched the bow of her feather downward and descended quickly from her lofty height, circling around the mountain once more to leap off at low altitude into a grassy field at the mountain's base. With practiced fluidity, she tucked her right foot behind the corresponding knee underneath her and landed in a neat crouch in the tall glade

Kagura felt her heart quicken its healthy, rhythmic pace inside of her chest as she darted out of the soothing liquid beat of a summer night's rainfall and through the cave mouth of Sesshoumaru's warm, subterranean home, her anticipation flaring heatedly and her most feminine chambers slickening at a steady rate, blossoming in sexual excitement at the thought of the night's coming "entertainment". She was soaked from head to toe and all the way down to her innermost kimono in clean rainwater, her long, raven hair let loose from its tie and flowing wetly down her back, and she felt quite refreshed from her improvised bath, revelling in the feel of cool, wet silk cupping her full breasts and sliding softly over her flat abdomen as she walked down the length

The moment

Quietly, she crept along on her bare feet through the dwelling's central hallway and sidled up next to the curtain that covered the entrance to the bed chamber nearest to her - Rin's. Using the tip of her printed, paper fan, she nudged the heavy canvas aside gently and peeked in, her acute youkai eyesight penetrating through the darkness of the small enclosure with ease.

As the demoness expected, Rin lay curled up on her cot, wrapped up snug and secure in a thick, warm blanket, silent and unmoving in her peaceful night's rest. Jaken slept in his own cot on the other side of the room, the Staff of Two Heads propped up against the wall next to him as he snored away with remarkable volume. Kagura raised an eyebrow; Rin had to be an incredibly sound sleeper. Even with such an obnoxious noise filtering out of the little, green imp, the human girl appeared completely dead to the world and not likely to wake soon. Kagura smiled, for this bode well for her. She planned on making a fair bit of noise with Sesshoumaru before the night was through.

The wind witch pulled away from the canvas flap and moved o