Inuyasha/Miroku Oneshots
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InuYasha › Yaoi - Male/Male › InuYasha/Miroku
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
7
Views:
3,428
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Red Sunset
Rating: NC-17
Genre: non-con, angst, dark
Warnings: contains a not-so graphic depiction of rape, mild gore
Inuyasha took Miroku hard, brutal and relentless. He was tearing Miroku up, taking him dry, forcing himself inside of the other's reluctant body.
The hanyo didn't heed for Miroku's cries of pain. He just threw back his silvery mane and laughed, claws drawing deep gashes into tender human skin. He didn't stop his merciless use for the monk's body when Miroku started crying as Inuyasha continued to rape him. He revelled in the pain and suffering he was causing.
The demon was out and wanted to play.
Help wouldn't come for Miroku.
He wanted to succumb to the blackness of oblivion, to escape. But unconsciousness never came. And so he had to live through it. Feel every painstaking entry into his body, rubbing his insides raw and bloody. Hear the taunts the demon shouted, cry through as the merciless claws marked his skin. Listen as the demon declared him his bitch whom he'd gladly keep.
Miroku stayed lucid as the demon wearing his lovers face tore him open, hurt him, broke his soul. Killed him with every thrust.
Genre: non-con, angst, dark
Warnings: contains a not-so graphic depiction of rape, mild gore
Inuyasha took Miroku hard, brutal and relentless. He was tearing Miroku up, taking him dry, forcing himself inside of the other's reluctant body.
The hanyo didn't heed for Miroku's cries of pain. He just threw back his silvery mane and laughed, claws drawing deep gashes into tender human skin. He didn't stop his merciless use for the monk's body when Miroku started crying as Inuyasha continued to rape him. He revelled in the pain and suffering he was causing.
The demon was out and wanted to play.
Help wouldn't come for Miroku.
He wanted to succumb to the blackness of oblivion, to escape. But unconsciousness never came. And so he had to live through it. Feel every painstaking entry into his body, rubbing his insides raw and bloody. Hear the taunts the demon shouted, cry through as the merciless claws marked his skin. Listen as the demon declared him his bitch whom he'd gladly keep.
Miroku stayed lucid as the demon wearing his lovers face tore him open, hurt him, broke his soul. Killed him with every thrust.