Lessons In Lust

Lessons In Lust

By Original Sinner



Lesson Number Three: Punishment



Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha or these characters, nor do I profit off of them (unless of course you count the hentai’d delight I get from playing with them in my head a profit… Hehehe)



A small, excited moan escaped from Sango’s full, pouting lips.

The enticing sound seemed to cut through the atmosphere of the room, so thick now with the intoxicating scent of human and demonic pheromones that the tantalising emittance may as well have been the razor-sharp edge of the taijiya’s Hiraikotsu. The two handsome youkai gritted their teeth in barely restrained passion as the young woman before them panted and whimpered in anticipation, squirming about under Naraku’s firm hold.

Sesshoumaru’s cock twitched against the silky flesh of her pussy as he took a moment to fully appreciate his coveted position. He had waited for this moment all week to be situated between his beautiful mates thighs, readying himself to drive her onto his fiery hardness. Her body may have very well enticed him. Her beautiful face entrancing him as he looked down upon her flushed, passion-filled countenance, but it was the vision he beheld of Naraku delicately prising her slick petals as far apart as possible so as to help her adapt to his natural youkai thickness, and the way his bitch whimpered softly in her overwhelming need, that had him in a complete state of mesmorization.

Gods how he wanted to grab her smooth, shapely hips and drive her sweet form down hard on his aching prick, burying himself deep into the warmth of her barely used body. He closed his eyes to the hypnotic display and breathed in a deep, steadying breath, focusing on his self-control lest he lose his resolve and forcefully impale her upon his impressive length. He would derive no pleasure from hearing her cry in pain. An inevitable result from such reckless selfishness. Why the hell had the evasive little bitch made it so hard for him? He was having a critical moment containing his primal needs. Surely she knew he could rip her apart in his passion for denying her warmth from him for so long. She was a human dammit. Even only the strongest and indeed stupidest of youkai females would dare taunt their mates, frustrating them sexually for so long. For the first time in his life, the youkai lord was fearful of losing control. Especially from the way Naraku poked and prodded around her divine little slit, taking great interest in the woman’s feminine treasures, eliciting the most glorious sounds from his female. And to make matters worse, the youkai lord felt a rush of excitement fuel his blood by the way the bold hanyou had handled his cock so familiarly as he guided it to their bitches entrance.

What was becoming of him? A small, evil part of him almost felt a twinge of regret when the handsome half-breed relinquished his hold on his cock. Sesshoumaru’s face flushed with heat when he briefly envisioned the sultry slut of a male, stroking his silky length through his smooth hanyou hand. Sesshoumaru’s skin erupted in a prickle of lust-induced goose-bumps, shivering and groaning heatedly as Sango’s pretty pussy stretched to accommodate the entrance of the thick tip of his cock. Another staggered whimper fell from his mate, this one higher in pitch than the last. Gods only knew how they had managed to break the small bitch in, he thought as Naraku looked up at him, eyes narrowing with an eerie, unabashed concern. She was still quite tender from their first tryst with her no doubt, of this they were now sure after they both detected the underlying note of discomfort in her tone.

‘Gods woman! Why did you have to deny me of this pleasure for so long? Your body would be used to me by now had you not hid yourself away from us!’ Sesshoumaru thought to himself, growling in exasperation through clenched teeth, completely overcome with both the carnal desire to reclaim his mate and the internal conflict of not wanting to hurt the small, inexperienced thing in the process.

Naraku grinned sadistically, an evil twinkle sparkling in his lust-hazed eyes as he savored the moment. His hand went to work pumping away with strong, rhythmic strokes along a cock worthy of admirable respect. If his guess where right, Sesshoumaru would soon lose his patience and go to town all over their sweet little mate. Her discipline would no doubt be fulfilling, although harsh; definitely befitting her cruel punishment of putting them both through an unhealthy amount of longing and despair for the last week, denying her new mates of her soothing presence. Naraku pondered. Surely she must have known the consequences such an action would bring against her? She was a taijiya after all. She knew the mating habits of youkai through her training. She knew the moment she consented to their initial mating what would have been expected of her thereafter. She had no one to blame but herself, he reasoned when he considered briefly that perhaps it may not have been so wise as to let Sesshoumaru commence her punishment. Naraku knew that if he had appraised the current situation correctly, she would be a very sorry taijiya indeed.

‘Hopefully not too sorry…’ he thought as he looked up, trying to gauge what thoughts were going through the inu’s head.

Naraku snorted with depraved amusement. No… Sesshoumaru wouldn’t hurt her. He would no doubt scare the crap out of her, teaching her an enjoyable lesson she would never forget. Tease the woman as mercilessly as she had teased them. But hurt her? Never. The inu youkai undoubtedly loved her, of that he was sure. He would punish her sternly, but he wouldn’t damage her, not his mate… not under the pain of death. Yes. He would leave it up to the territorial dog demon to show her how uncomfortable things could be for a disobedient, evasive little bitch such as herself.

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Oh this is crazy!’ thought the petite taijiya as she looked over her shoulder to see what was going on.

She thought her heart would stop beating then and there after seeing her handsome hanyou take her inu-lovers cock in his hand and guide it to her womanhood. Her heart quickened in it’s pace and she was sure she was drooling at the sight. Naraku was handling Sesshoumaru’s thick, hard cock, cupping its hefty weight in his smooth hands while he fingered about with her pussy lips, rubbing the heated member along her aching slit! Had she died and gone to some hentai heaven? Her body shivered with delight. Who knew her beautiful hanyou could be so kinky? Even more so, who knew the alpha male would allow Naraku to touch him in such a sinful way?

‘Oh my….!’ She breathed with excitement.

Would she be hit with a double whammy fantasy tonight and be indulged in the hedonistic delight of witnessing the two boys play with each other? Her breathing quickened at the thought. Sango decided to play along with her lovers, feeling suddenly empowered by the raunchy sight. If they were going to torment her like this and think that they could get away with it, they could damn well think again!

‘So they want me to be submissive huh? Hehehe… I’ll give them submissive alright!’ she thought, as she flirtatiously flicked her glossy locks over her shoulder, catching the boys attention as they momentarily halted their ministrations.

“What are you doing?” she asked coyly in a small, soft, sweet voice, pouting her lips sexily and looking out through under her thick lashes with a truly well-orchestrated false innocence.

She watched in delight the effect her effort was having upon her lovers, giggling to herself with glee as she intently studied the youkai-lord’s concentration-filled face.

“Naraku said you were going to punish me?” she once again cooed, fluttering her eyelashes as she feigned an adorable shyness, chewing upon her bottom lip cutely to portray her embarrassment of having her modesty defiled. Sesshoumaru felt sure his blue shaded-testes were about to bust from her innocent gesture, her shyly spoken words taking his breath completely away from him.

‘Ha… that’ll teach you, you naughty puppy! Slave my arse!’ she thought indignantly as her sweet look of innocence was betrayed by the licentious sparkle in her eyes. A wicked smile crept across her pretty face. Sesshoumaru had taken her bait, hook, line and sinker.

“Yes master… punish me… I’ve been such a terribly bad girl…” she purred as she winked at the demon lord seductively, teasing her lips with her tongue as she unabashedly pushed her slit up against his aching cock.

Sango looked up to her ruby-eyed lover with her heated gaze to smugly appraise his reaction to her enticing invitation. Her smile widened as she beheld the look upon her lovers faces, going from looking like a pair of flustered, sexually tormented teenagers to a most peeved and bewildered expression when they realized that she was playing them so cruelly.

“So… My little bitch wants to be punished does she?” Sesshoumaru bit back his snarl, the ravenous look on his face making Sango wish she hadn’t decided to fool around so cheekily with her obviously, very sexually frustrated youkai lover.

The dark hanyou groaned deeply as a shocked, high-pitched shriek filled his ears. The grip on his cock tightened and he began thrusting his taut, muscular pelvis against his clenched fist as it slid sensuously up and down his impressive shaft, a wild, predatory look darkening his countenance as he took delight in his mates strangled cries.

“So… it seems your lesson begins little one…” the handsome half-breed purred with sadistic delight. Naraku smiled wickedly in contemplation. It seemed as though his inu friend was neither as unpredictable nor unreadable as he would have liked to have thought himself to be. The hanyou’s eyebrow rose sexily, cocking his head to the side as the show began, pleasuring his prick with an increasing speed as his enthusiasm grew.

“Sess-Sesshoumaru!” Sango cried shakily as her nerve endings found themselves being thrown into a sensory overload, his penetration of her body swift, brutal and completely unprepared for.

The flesh between her legs, once heavy with the need to be touched, now felt as though it were alight. Her delicate flesh may as well have been ignited from the friction of his thrusts. Such was the intensity of the scorching heat generated by the intimate stretching of her most private parts by her well-endowed inu-lover as he rammed his impressive girth into her hot, silky sheath. Sesshoumaru pulled his cock back to his woman’s entrance, snarling at the sensation of her walls convulsing against him in violent shock of his unexpected intrusion. A feral growl fell from his lips as he again forced his entire length into her prone form, angling his cock so as to slam right into her epicenter, his face contorting in a vicious depiction of lust gone wild. The magenta markings on his face thickened and his eyes bled red as his transformation into the demonic beast that he usually controlled so well, took over. Sango screamed out in pleasurable pain, her mind spinning out of control. Her lover continued to slam into her body with brutal force, tearing the wind from her lungs and forcing her to buckle under the intensity of his thrusts.

“Six days woman! Six long, torturous fucking days!” Sesshoumaru gritted out between clenched teeth as Sango struggled to brace her arms under her, sliding her hands underneath her face so as not to be crushed into the floorboards by the intensity of his powerful thrusts.

Sango could do nothing but cry out each time his cock rammed into her, unsure if she felt pleasure or pain as he continued his tirade upon her body, gripping onto her hips so tightly she was sure he was cutting into her flesh with his claws.

“I am your mate and you deny me of your warmth… your body… your touch… for six… agonizing… fucking days… and you then have the audacity…the disrespect… to tease me???!!!” he growled out, baring his teeth in morbid frustration and anger.

Sango ground her teeth together, squinting her eyes, sucking her breath in with every stroke of his cock. He was hurting her now, the severity of his thrusts making her cry out in what she could most certainly ascertain to be severe discomfort, not only to her womanhood, but whole body as it was jarred forcefully into the hard floor. If he kept this up she’d be bruised for sure… as for walking…

“Never again Sango… do you understand me?” he roared, leaning over her cowering form and grabbing her by the shoulders to lift her back onto all fours, giving her hips a temporary release from his iron grip. Sesshoumaru continued to ram into her warm body, the beast within him becoming drunk on the giddying scents around him, fueling his primal need to reclaim what was his. But from a distance, he could hear a small voice in his head, calling out to him to refrain. Stop, before it was too late.

“Sesshoumaru…” a deep, commanding voice sliced through the disturbing sounds of the demon lords snarling grunts, the small taijiya’s cries and flesh pounding against flesh. Naraku halted his pleasurable actions, regretting his initial invitation for the demon lord to punish his woman in the first place. He had lost control. Who would have thought he would have lived to see the great lord of the west lose his control to a small ningen female? Naraku scowled at the unwelcome sight of his mate being ravished so viciously, suppressing a growl of his own at hearing Sango cry out with each forceful thrust. He would give the taiyoukai a few seconds to see if he could regain his composure before taking the matter into his own hands. The smell of fear and pain tainting the air around them and the brackish scent of her tears admonished the demon lord to gain a semblance of control. The stern, underlying warning in Naraku’s utterance of his name and hearing his mate cry out finally snapped Sesshoumaru back to reality. Naraku leaned down to stroke the back of Sango’s head, smoothing her hair to the side and pulling the curtain of hair back from her face to see the shamed expression on her face, her eyelashes damp from tears.

“You’re hurting her Sesshoumaru…” he stated quietly, his cock going soft at the sight of his woman being fucked so brutally.

“You can stop punishing her now Sesshoumaru… She has learned her lesson…” he reiterated with authorative firmness. “…haven’t you Sango?” he whispered softly to his woman, shooting an ominous look up at the red-eyed youkai lord, his youki flaring as the taiyoukai glared dangerously at him whilst continuing to slam himself into her body, although not now quite as ferociously since attempting to control and cage the rampant beast from within.

“I did say punish her Sesshoumaru… not make the girl lame…” Naraku commented dryly as he stroked his warm hands over her dampened cheeks in the attempt to comfort her, his lip curling in anger as the youkai lord snarled menacingly. Sesshoumaru growled threateningly at the hanyou.

“Do not think to intervene half-breed…” he gritted out as he decreased the force of his thrusts until he finally recaged his inner-demon. He regained his breath, his cock pulsing in anticipation within her in its motionless state. The demon lord leaned over her prostrate form to wrap his right forearm around her midriff, his left hand arrogantly brushing aside Naraku’s as he grabbed Sango by the hair in the grip of his palm and pulled his mate protectively up against him. Sesshoumaru knelt against the floor, sitting back upon his calf muscles as he positioned his overwhelmed woman so she straddled his thighs, his right arm securing her back against his abdominals as he gently motioned her head in to him to rest against his shoulder. The demon lord shot a warning glance at his friend, his eyes awash with crimson danger as the beast within him waned after surging forth to dominate his unruly bitch. Sango shook uncontrollably in the demon lords’ arms, sobbing silently at his ferocious assault upon her body. He was whispering against her ear, making soothing hushing sounds in the attempt to calm her, his right hand stroking her gently across the stomach as he planted small, delicate kisses along the lobe of her ear.

“Did I hurt you Sango?” he whispered softly, his demonic transformation fully expired, looking pensively upon his woman with warm, golden eyes.

Sango hiccupped a small, confused sob. He was cradling her against his muscular frame, trying to soothe away her fears, even though his massive flesh still remained deeply wedged within her womanhood. She should have known better than to play such stupid games with a sexually frustrated inu-youkai she chastised herself. He must have had to have swallowed a great deal of pride and cared deeply for her to be displaying such affection and concern for her as he was now, she thought.

“Uhm…y-yes…” she fumbled upon her words as she tried to answer her lover. Again she felt her shame swallow her whole. She had gone and done it again. Upset her lovers and got herself hurt through her silly behaviour.

“It was not my intention to hurt you woman… you know this don’t you?” Sesshoumaru breathed into her ear, kissing her gently in reassurance.

Sango nodded weakly against his shoulder, raising her eyes to her hanyou who had moved his position to kneel down in front of Sesshoumaru. His crimson eyes had softened from his maniacal, lust-starved hunger, to a warm, tender sincerity. Sango sniffled, gulping back the tears that threatened to fall.

“I’m sorry. I’m really, really sorry…” she implored, her heart spilling out her sorrows to her lovers.

“I shouldn’t have teased you like I did Sesshoumaru or denied you for so long. I was scared that you might have just used me that first time. You both made me feel so special and my pride would not have allowed you to have just taken my virginity from me for the fun of it. I – I think that I’m falling in love with you. Both of you… and I was too scared to face you in case you were only playing with me…” her tears began to fall with her honest words as she lowered her head in shame.

“Even tonight… I know how my heart feels; I know what my body feels. My heart is telling me to trust you and to give myself completely to you, but my mind says that you are just playing games with me… that is why I continued to play with you… I’m sorry” she sniffled, looking up to search the warm amber orbs of the lover seated deeply inside of her.

“So now you know… I – I love you…” her eyes making contact with her inu-lover, branding his soul with her admission, then trailing over to the raven-haired beauty in front of her, “…both of you…”

“If you love us Sango, why don’t you trust us?” questioned Naraku, his hardened heart catching in his throat by her heart-felt confession, not wanting to believe her words lest she betray his feelings for her, extinguishing the only bit of warmth he had left in his cold heart.

“I-I guess I’m terrified that you will both discard me like a piece of trash when you’ve finished having your fun with me. I’m scared of being hurt…” she confessed.

“Then let us show the woman that she can trust us Sesshoumaru…” The hanyou stated as he moved in to cup her cheek.

“We will teach the little bitch another lesson then shall we?”

‘Shit! No more lessons….’ Sango gasped in horror in response to the hanyou’s statement.

Naraku smiled at her, a warm, delicious smile full of seductive promises of fulfillment.

“Let’s teach her a lesson how us youkai like to be loved… let us show her how us demons show love…” he finished, drawing in closer to her until there was barely a hairs breadth between their lips.

He moved his mouth against hers and grazed his tongue across their full plumpness. The last lingering hiccups of sadness evened out as Sango regained her passion once again, breathing in steady, deepening breaths. The small woman gingerly lifted her right hand up to lightly touch the seductive hanyou’s chin as he trailed small, open-mouthed kisses upon her top lip. The hanyou seemed as though he too were purring with delight at her gentle caress. He lowered his lips from her mouth to capture her fingers with his tongue, teasing the pads of her fingers with his lips. Sango’s breath caught in her throat momentarily, in awe of the sensual act as she watched the hanyou’s pink muscle savor the flesh on her fingertips. Her body trembled and her breath quickened, fascinated by the way his mouth moved along her elegant fingers, trailing a heated path down to the palm of her hand. She sighed elatedly. She had wanted this all week, to be once again held in her lover’s arms and tortured by their sensual torment. She eradicated all thoughts of domination and discipline and focused on the divine feelings her lovers were causing to course through her veins.

Her boys were trying to teach her a lesson, and she decided that she would learn it and learn it well. She knew that they would never tell her that they loved her. They were demons after all. Were demons even capable of love? She thought back to Naraku’s heated words. Perhaps not, but they knew what it was to be wanted, to be needed. Tonight they were going to teach her how youkai loved. That was the closest admission of their feelings for her that Sango felt she would ever hear pass from her lovers mouths. She would be a good student. Shut her mouth and trust them implicitly. Sesshoumaru was right. She belonged to them, and if she forgot about her pride and allowed them to look after her the way their instincts demanded, they would eternally belong to her as well. Sango smiled dreamily at that thought as she concentrated on the feelings of being seduced so divinely. Sesshoumaru continued to nibble against the soft flesh of the pulse point along her neck, inhaling deeply of her sweet scent. He was happy to note that the taint of fear and pain had at last dissipated, being replaced by the taijiya’s contentment, trust and growing arousal. Naraku snaked his talented tongue across her wrist, breathing deeply of the scent of the blood pulsing beneath the thin flesh veiling her life’s source, licking up her arm, nipping her skin playfully and laving her with small kisses until he reached her shoulder. Sango moaned under their skillful ministrations, her eyelids closing out the world around her as she focused her other senses on the pleasure they were gifting her with.

“Do you feel better little one? Does it still hurt?” Sesshoumaru billowed breathily against her ear, wanting so much to increase the way he rocked his pelvis against her but unwilling to do so lest the friction cause his woman discomfort after the rough fucking he had just given her.

“No… it doesn’t hurt anymore…” Sango smiled sweetly, raising her head and opening her eyes to be greeted by her luscious inu-lords passion filled gaze.

“Good…” he answered before moving in to catch her lips in an earth-shattering kiss, nipping against her top lip, demanding entrance into her sweet mouth.

Sango moaned against his tongue as it swept around her mouth, teasing her and tempting her to join in its passionate dance. The dark-haired prince lifted his head from trailing heated kisses along her collarbone, feeling his cock pulsing against her belly, realizing he was almost perched upon Sesshoumaru’s lap as well. He gazed intently as his mate’s tongue locked into a passionate battle with the handsome inu-lord. He desired to taste the sweetness of her mouth once again, but it seemed he would have to wait his turn.

He moved up to her ear and whispered heatedly, “I had desired to taste those pretty lips once more little one… it seems that the inu has beaten me to it….” Naraku nipped her behind the ear playfully before he continued. “However, I can still taste your pretty lips girl…” he grinned wickedly into her flesh, pausing. “…Just not the plump little ones on your face so it would seem”

Sesshoumaru grinned into her mouth as he continued to ravish her, Naraku’s words embedding themselves into his mind as he realized the kinky hanyou’s caper. Sango’s pulse quickened in tempo and she sucked in a ragged breath around the inu-lords mouth when she felt Naraku trail his hot kisses down between her breasts, stopping to tease and nip upon her hardened peaks only to continue lower, down her firm abdominals to the point where she was so erotically connected with her lover. A warm, pointed tongue trailed light patterns upon her bare mound as Sesshoumaru’s pelvis rocked at a quicker pace, drawing his cock in and out of her body as a result, deepening his thrusts.

“Oh gods!” she moaned around Sesshoumaru’s soft lips as Naraku began kissing her pussy lips.

“Mmmmm…. Naraku… you’re such a wicked... wicked hanyou…” she moaned as a delicious jolt rushed through her body.

Sesshoumaru, sensing his woman was ready to take his cock deep within her once again by the spike of her arousal in the air around them, withdrew from her lips to look down upon her flushed, attractive face, the current shade of blush filling her cheeks complimenting the paleness of her skin.

“You’re so perfect Sango…” he uttered as he gripped her chin and guided her face to look up at the seriousness in his eyes.

“Look at me woman…” he spoke, his intentions burning deeply through her retina’s from his heated gaze as it lingered upon her, taking in the way her mouth parted sexily with her desire.

“Look at the hanyou kneeling prostrate on the floor before you…” he motioned with his head toward Naraku who was in the midst of French kissing her clit, the sight of his actions making Sango pant deliriously as the most amazing feelings of dizzying pleasure overcame her from the ways her lovers were endeavoring to please her. Naraku moved away from the tender way he was teasing the flesh between her legs to catch her eyes as they trailed down upon him at Sesshoumaru’s request, grinning sexily at her before he lent back on his knees, trailing his forefinger teasingly around her clit, blowing her an imaginary kiss and grinning handsomely like the god he was. His gaze dropped yet again, crimson eyes remaining transfixed on the way his mates pussy slid up and down the youkai’s member, leaving a trail of honey on his thick shaft as he pumped his cock more deeply into her body, increasing the pace as his refined senses discerned her rising need.

“… Know now what it is like to be loved by a youkai.” He whispered to her in a thick, husky voice before gripping the base of her skull and crushing his mouth against hers once again. Long alabaster fingers entangled themselves through fine strands of ebony as another magenta striped arm wrapped possessively around her waist, reaching up to delicately pinch a rosy nub between wandering fingers.

Breaking his kiss, Sesshoumaru looked down at the raven-haired male, his cock twitching within his mate as he watched the way the hanyou pleasured the taijiya, adding to the intensity of her escalating pleasure. The demon lord purred his next command, nipping her affectionately on the back of her shoulder.

“Open your eyes princess and watch what Naraku is going to do to you… We’re going to make you cum now. I want you to watch yourself cum all over my cock…Can you be a good girl and do that for me…”


To Be Continued…