The Ark

This is an incomplete Android Seventeen/Kagura lemon. When finished, it will be one of the most intense lemons to have ever graced AFF. Be warned - this gets extremely graphic.

Nestled deep within the furthest subterranean reaches of Sesshoumaru's labyrinthine residence and inside of the youki-blazed stone spheroid that acted as the demon lord's personal bedroom, former artificial human Number Seventeen slept peacefully in his sex-induced rest, splayed out flat on his back and his long, jet-black hair gathered in pools of silken obsidian underneath his head upon the thick layer of brown and black furs lain out in the spherical depression that marked the granite hollow's bed.

The one-time jinzo-ningen dreamt in his slumber, turning in place and rolling over every so often as the erotic spectres of his intensifying desire flowed out of the mist of his mind and enveloped his senses, caressing him, kissing him, then melting back into the darkness and disappearing as fast as they came, leaving his flesh aching and his heart racing in excitement. The memory of taut, sweat-drenched expanses of milky-white skin sliding against his hips, the enticing scent of long, ink-black tresses of silky-soft hair bewitching his nose and filling his lungs, and the snug, gripping heat of that beautiful woman's most intimate flesh encasing his thick cock and milking him for every last potent drop of his virile cream dominated Seventeen's mind, driving him wild with lust and working a very real physical effect on him. Underneath the layer of soft, hazel-toned fur that covered the trim length his lower body, the sizable male globes of his testicles had begun to tighten with pleasure and his previously dormant manhood had begun to grow thick and heavy, warming up powerfully with his pounding blood and swelling to full, jutting readiness upon the smooth plane of his lower abdomen.

Elsewhere in the dim, relaxing confines of the cozy bedchamber, a pair of gleaming, ruby eyes, each gazing through the relative darkness with demonic ease, had been studying Seventeen's sleeping form for a considerable length of time, admiring the firm and angular lines of his lithe, yet muscular torso as the well-defined panes of his smooth and hairless chest rose and fell with every breath he took. However, those eyes narrowed and the raven line of one, corresponding eyebrow arched in amusement as the female demon's highly-acute hearing relayed to her the faint, almost demonically-imperceptible sound of Seventeen's heart beginning to quicken its precious rhythm within him, its easy beat becoming a light pound, cycling faster and faster with each passing moment.

Kagura propped her head up on her fist as she lay on her side and smirked, for even then, her highly-effective aphrodisiac, based on her fluids, no less, maintained a tight hold on the human's sexuality, driving him to full erection and reproductive prowess even as he slept. She hadn't intended to ensnare Seventeen in her erotic noose, though; she had used it only to make Sesshoumaru receptive to her advances, and the raven-haired, jade-eyed ningen male had fallen victim to it out of sheer, dumb luck. In hindsight, she reasoned that the tightly confined nature of Sesshoumaru's underground home made it a risky place in which to deploy her perfume, focusing it into such concentrations that even a human's comparatively-weak sense of smell could not escape it. While she had been wise to ensure that Rin and Jaken were immune to its effects and asleep at the time, she hadn't counted on Seventeen arriving when he did, assuming that he was away and far off to the east, hunting down the remnants of the vicious bandit clan that had been terrorizing the Musashi plain. As fate would have it, though, he returned to the den sooner than she expected, catching a heavy dose of its aphrodisiac-laced air and nearly losing his mind to chemically-induced lust.

Kagura did not think ill of this twisted coincidence, quite the contrary, in fact. Embracing both Sesshoumaru and Seventeen and accepting every thrilling inch of their lengthy, dripping members high up into her willing body at the exact same time had proven quite enjoyable. The incredible sensations she felt while Sesshoumaru breached her very cervix and plunged his slick, bulbous tip against the trembling walls of her most feminine chamber while Seventeen surged the full length of his hard phallus against the hot tissues of her colon had driven her absolutely wild that night, doubling her fun, so to speak. However, she would have preferred to take Seventeen's surprisingly thick girth and the powerful eruption of his creamy, gushing warmth up into the fertile depths of her tight womb, not the barren void of her untested bowels. She would also have liked to have appraised his nude body before he buried himself deep inside of her; she hadn't actually seen him unclothed, as Sesshoumaru's deep and rhythmic uterine pumping had kept her toes curled hard and her blood-red eyes shut tightly, but he definitely felt huge, and even with the generous coating of golden oil that had eased his thoughtfully-gentle entry, the sheer intensity of the penetration had approached pain.

Perhaps, Kagura mused, the aphrodisiac worked a little too well.

Unconsciously, Seventeen tipped his head back and parted his lips as a small, sultry grunt of arousal bubbled its way up his throat, his right hand beginning to trail its way down his toned body, moving from its place over his heart and slinking across the length of his flat abdomen to slip underneath the folds of his fur cover. His slender fingers didn't have to move even a quarter-inch beyond the cover's edge to find the large, knob-like tip of his erection, his full, throbbing length heavy and warm upon his flesh. Seventeen's thick member surged up instantly at the faintest brush of his wandering fingertips, eager to plunge deep into a beautiful woman's willing vessel and unleash the precious essence of his prolific virility directly upon the very back wall of her trembling womb, filling her to her most sacred inner brim with his seed and his child.

He had never been so huge in his life.

At that point, Kagura found herself entirely transfixed on Seventeen's hips as his powerful hind muscles drove them to gyrate with easy, langourous rhythm, watching intently as his left hand joined his right underneath the increasingly censorous cover of his fur blanket. She could smell the deft musk of his arousal, his passion-preceding liquid heat rising up from a place deep within his body and flowing along the great length of his thick cock to drip out sluggishly onto his muscular abdomen, the warm precursor to the great, bursting surges of creamy seed welling up and churning to life inside of his heavy male cores.

The choked version of a certain name slipped from Seventeen's lips unconsciously, causing Kagura's smirk to warp into a dark, fang-tipped, and absolutely sexy grin. "Ka-Ka-gura," he whispered heatedly, curling his toes and angling his hips up into the immensely-satisfying caress of his talented hands.

The former android stroked his thick shaft slowly and rhythmically to an erotic cadence born of his mind's eye, rolling and squeezing his seed-heavy globes with his other hand in similar time. He dreamt of Kagura's nude, sweat-drenched body wrapped around his own and writhing in beautiful ecstasy beneath him, her ample breasts pressed flush to his chest, her ankles crossed behind his the small of his back, her slender hands cupped around his face, and her ruby lips sealed fully to his in a soft kiss as he pumped her slick depths powerfully and lovingly, nudging the mouth of her womb with his swelling member's heavy, dripping tip at the deepest foray of each potent and immensely satisfying thrust. Her inner muscles had begun to flutter and ripple in sexual delight around his hard phallus, milking him eagerly for his seed as the walls of her womb began to quiver, and in that moment, her cervix opened wide for him, as if her body were beckoning him to embrace its deepest, most feminine chamber, succumb to his pleasure, and pound every single creamy ounce of his human warmth deep into the very core of its demonic fertility.

Seventeen's soft grunts grew into deep, heated gasps of heightening, orgasmic pleasure, and as he quickened his lusty rhythm and neared the cusp of gushing, male climax, the absolute point of no return for him, Kagura came to a crossroads of personal decision. She knew that she could lie back and watch him masturbate energetically to her mental image and therefore watch him coat his abs and possibly even his chest with a great, surging rush of his thick semen, an erotic display that would be entertaining enough in its own right, but she also knew that it would be such an utter waste of his male abilities; the aphrodisiac had driven Seventeen to the very peak of his human virility, and Kagura, the muscular lining of her tight, feminine vessel beginning to slicken with her nectar, blossom in sexual excitement, and her empty womb thirsting for a copious fill of the absolute best a strong, healthy, and attractive male could offer, felt particularly receptive.

The wind sorceress was about ready to rise up, yank the fervently-aroused ningen's cover aside and her own clothing open, sink herself down onto his thick, pulsing member, and ride him hard and fast to a shared, orgasmic oblivion, but Seventeen's synapses relayed to him the unmistakable sensation of his virile seed moving within him, trying to power its way up through his shaft and out of his body, and the resulting stimulus proved too strong for his subconscious to ignore. He groaned out as he jolted to groggy consciousness, realizing dimly that he had been masturbating in his sleep, and drew his hand away from his aching, throbbing cock sharply, his back arching and muscular buttocks tensing involuntarily as the potent, surging warmth of what felt to him like every individual ounce of fresh and healthy sperm his balls could possibly muster betraying his command, merging into one immense, thrilling flood, and pounding with incredible force against the gates of his innermost male valves rose up dangerously into the base of his heavy manhood, his traitorous prostate twitching in imminent rebellion and threatening to bear down within him, flood his member full from solid base to bulbous tip, and drench the trembling walls of the imaginary Kagura's open womb three times over in one glorious, reverberating eruption of rich and creamy liquid heat.

The ex-android shifted upon the furs frantically, rolled onto his left side, thrust his hips out hard, and held himself perfectly still, not twitching a single fiber of his tense muscles and hardly even breathing, praying for the intense heat and pressure working against the untold volume of his reproductive fluids from behind and within to fade away and leave him be. A torturous eternity passed for him, one built from the rapid beat of his pounding heart, the restless churn of what felt to him like an entire pint of sperm frothing in his heavy testicles, and the dire, almost overwhelming temptation of surrendering his body to the enthralling bliss and relief of unrestrained climax. With his head thrown back, his emerald eyes screwed shut, his cheeks flushed deep scarlet with the onset of his passion, his bared teeth gleaming like angular pearls in the soft candlelight, and his knuckles drained deathly-white from the sheer force with which he clenched his fists, he dared not touch himself further or even look downward to peer beneath the fur sheets and at his straining member; he felt that he was about to come with such strength that each and every milky rope of his raging male essence could surge clean over his abs and coil their molten warmth upon his chest and chin or, had his full length been immersed to its twitching hilt in the silken grip of Kagura's rippling sex, pulse thick, fast, and heavy through her uterine depths and bathe her very ovaries with their life-creating power by the sheer energy with which they burst forth from him, were such fantastical things even possible.

Fortunately for Seventeen, his excellent physical self-control and impeccable timing served him well, allowing him to tamp down the forceful, breathtaking press of what would have surely proven to be an explosive and extremely messy ejaculation and force his highly-virile sperm and the energetic fluids that interlaced with it and propelled it forth to dwell within him for a while longer, at least until he could get his bearings straightened out. After all, he knew that, his present lack of attire notwithstanding, proper etiquette precluded him from pleasuring himself in a strange bed and unleashing his hot fluids upon its spread; to do so would be simply rude, and to be caught in the midst of such a licentious act would be deathly embarrassing!

Soon enough, Seventeen felt the intense, throbbing pulse of his creamy seed attempting to make its gushing escape lull to a distant ache and let out an unsteady sigh as he eased himself onto his back, draping his left hand over the center of his toned chest, his sultry voice broken and disjointed from the exertion of having averted such a powerful climax so suddenly. Even then, his heart thundered powerfully underneath his fingertips and his fully-erect member seemed to radiate with the combined, inner heat of his blood and his seminal liquids, as thick, as long, and as absolutely ready as it had been just a scant minute prior. With the most extreme care, he slid his green eyes open halfway, craned his head downward, then moved his hand from over his heart and hooked his thumb underneath the edge of the fur blanket, lifting it up at a snail's pace and just high enough to gaze distantly at the large, glistening crown of his heavy girth as it nudged bluntly at the hairless dip of his navel. Slowly, he brought his right hand up and closed it around his hefty length once again, lifting his blood-flushed male tip away from his abdomen and watching lustily as a beaded, shimmering thread of viscous clarity strained and quivered in its wake.

If only the Russians had engineered his body with a few ribs less...

Right then, Kagura licked her ruby lips with a quick bat of her tongue and annihilated Seventeen's oblivious state of mind completely with the simple pronunciation of only two words. "Enjoying yourself?" she asked.

The wind demon's voice, throaty and sultry, thoroughly feminine and oozing with natural, seductive charm, exploded jaggedly in Seventeen's human ears like a long-buried landmine, a muted roar that ripped through his brain and shattered the silence both around and within him. In an instant, he jerked upright and pulled the fur blanket high up his body, heavy tresses of jet black hair jostling across and over his bare shoulders as he searched the void around him for the source of the offending sound. Within moments, his green irises dilated and adjusted to the dim lighting, allowing him to better take in his surroundings.

Seventeen discovered himself to be sitting upright in a spacious bed of silky-soft animal furs, one lain along the bottommost curve of a small, perfectly-spherical chamber carved into the surrounding granite. He identified this atrium as a bedchamber and he concluded that, if his spotty memory served him with any accuracy, he was still in Sesshoumaru's mountain den, and citing the presence of the white, silken finery and strange, shoulder-spiked armor vests stored in the hollows cut into the radial wall, he was in Sesshoumaru's bedchamber, completely naked, no less. And there, over on the opposite edge of Sesshoumaru's fur bed, stretched out comfortably on her left side, clothed in nothing but a flimsy, loosely-tied yukata of green silk, her ink-black hair let loose, spilling over her left shoulder, and pooling on the bed like a river of creamy tar, and her blood-red eyes practically glowing with a smoldering combination of amusement and intrigue, lay Kagura.

And she had been watching him the entire time.

Shit.

The fact that he had been masturbating to an audience aside, memories of the past night returned to Seventeen one after another in a steady and borderline obscene parade, spurred into demonstration by the image of Kagura's lovely and scantily-clad form stretched out suggestively before him. He remembered everything: Kagura, stripped fully nude and splayed out on all fours in Sesshoumaru's bed, the lush curves of her bottom turned up into the air and her head and ample breasts pressed down into a satin pillow, ebony tresses thrown over one milky-white shoulder, then Sesshoumaru, the entire length of his silver mane rippling with each forceful surge of his hips as he took Kagura from behind, his thick member jutting forth from between the parted hems of his silken robe and driving forth deep and strong into her slick, feminine vessel, and then himself, frozen in place at the mouth of the bedroom's tunnel entrance, highly aroused and absolutely transfixed with the two demons' energetic rhythm.

And then, the most frighteningly intense sexual encounter of his life.

Kagura watched with great amusement as Seventeen's face starkened with a combination of sudden recollection and growing embarrassment. Not giving him a chance to fumble frantically for an explanation of his behavior, she stood up with her natural, sexy sway and prowled across the furs upon bare feet to stand with obvious feminine pride just in front of him, curling tiny clumps of the bedding's silky fibers between her toes and rolling her hips upward in tiny, almost imperceptible tenses of her trim flanks, reveling in her own surging arousal and the exhilarating anticipation that the thought of bedding the potent male before her sparked.

The female demon's ruby lips curled upward as she gazed down into Seventeen's wide, green eyes and she reached down to him with one, slender hand, ghosting her fingertips over the smooth flesh of his right cheek. "You are under the influence of a powerful aphrodisiac - mine," she spoke to him, stroking his face softly and trailing off into one of her sultry chuckles as her quarry quivered at the sensation. "Last night, it drove you and Sesshoumaru to partake of my body, and I'm sure you can still feel it working its magic deep within you. Tell me, Se-ven-teen, does your seed churn for me? Do you want to press me to this soft bed and let it loose inside of me?"

Seventeen could do nothing else but admit it; his large and powerful sexual apparati and their innermost biological machinations had risen to full attention and were throbbing insistently with pure, unfettered need, his member swollen thick and lengthy and his testicles filled to their most extreme limits, brimming with their reproductive contents, practically frothing over into his most sexual channel with an immense, churning dose of fresh and creamy sperm. He knew that if he didn't pin Kagura to the furs and bury every last male inch of his pulsing cock into her willing body sometime soon, he would probably wind up creaming himself long and strong all over his chiseled abdomen from the sheer, adrenaline-pumping rhythm of his pounding, human heart. The wide gap between the hems of her loose yukata and the excellent view of her ample cleavage and toned belly that it provided him certainly wasn't helping, either.

Kagura chuckled at Seventeen's flustered silence and sank downward onto her knees, tucking her calves underneath her thighs neatly as she came to sit beside him. Gently, she placed her slender palms over his heart, relishing in the power of its rapid beat, then slid them over his firm pectorals and up the warm, pulsing column of his neck, twining her fingers in his raven locks before cupping his nape in her hands and drawing him in.

Seventeen trembled in Kagura's intimate hold, and the beautiful sorceress flashed him a seductive smile as she leaned in close to him, tilted her head, and slid her nose past his, sealing their lips together and drinking a filling, satisfying kiss from him. It was a soft and easy kiss, Kagura's gentle prelude to the incredible feminine passions welling up deep within her and Seventeen's taste of things to come.

Seventeen looked on with an ambivalent mix of incredulity and sheer need as Kagura pulled away, his eyes narrow and gaze distant. "Why are you doing this?" he whispered, both alarmed and highly aroused by her advances.

Kagura huffed with sexy mirth