Within Sealed Caves

Inuyasha moaned loudly and was almost instantly on his hands and knees, his legs spread as far as he could get them as he shivered with anticipation. He shivered as Miroku’s hands moved to his hips, gripping him almost painfully as he exposed himself. He was panting hard and practically humping the air as Miroku settled in behind him.

The hanyou nearly passed out as the first probing finger rubbed his entrance enticingly and then nearly screamed as at long last it was eased inside of him.

Miroku was panting nearly as hard as his friend, pulling back his finger in surprise, earning a long whimper from the hanyou, and found his finger came away well lubricated. So, the rumors were true then… male uke demons during mating season naturally secreted the same lubrication that females did to ease the way. That meant that they could get to the point much more quickly.

The monk let out a long moan, renewed his grip on his friend’s hips, and began to ease himself slowly into absolute bliss.

Miroku threw back his dark head as his cock was enveloped by the tightest, most delicious heat he had ever felt, and considering his track record that was really saying something. He gasped and watched as that silver head shot up and back, ears flat and mouth open emitting a cry of such pleasure he thrust just to try and hear that sound again.

And oh, did he ever. Inuyasha’s pale back arched and his friend bucked as the monk began a relentless pace, pounding harder than he had originally planned but unable to resist as the hanyou screamed his pleasure.

Inuyasha pushed back into the harsh thrusts as he was treated to the hardest fucking of his life. Miroku impaled him on his cock over and over again, the thrusts increasing in intensity and brushing or hitting a spot inside him that made his vision go white. And yet, he still wanted it harder.

“Mir…oku…” he gasped, dropping his head to his arms and pushing even harder against his friend’s cock. “Oh… fuck! Mir-… harder! Oh… please, harder!”

Miroku groaned loudly and leaned down enough so that he was breathing into one fuzzy ear, his thrust winding down in an almost painfully slow pace. He licked the edge of an ear, moaning as the hanyou’s body twitched in response.

“Anything you want, sweetheart, anything,” he breathed, feeling the shudders in the form beneath him as he nibbled at the soft triangle and he doubled his efforts to fuck his friend through the floor. He gripped Inuyasha’s pale hips hard enough to bruise and thrust as deep as he could, barely pulling out of that tight heat before slamming back in.

Miroku grit his teeth as Inuyasha’s sweet channel tightened around him, the hanyou coming closer and closer to the edge while the monk did his best to hold out. He slipped his ‘good’ hand around to grip Inuyasha’s swollen shaft, the hanyou arching hard into the contact, unable to decide between thrusting forward into that tight hold, or back onto the hard cock ramming him.

Miroku was hitting his prostate on nearly every thrust now and Inuyasha knew he couldn’t take much more.

“Yes! Oh Fuck! Ah… MIROKU!” Inuyasha screamed as he slammed into his second orgasm, his hot seed splashing onto his stomach and coating the stone below him.

Miroku growled as the impossible tightness encasing him grew even tighter, pushing him over the edge and into one of the best orgasms he had ever experienced. He couldn’t be sure, but the monk swore that he blacked out for a moment as he was swept away in a tide of pleasure and emotion that he’d never known.

When his head began to clear, he realized he had his teeth in his best friend’s shoulder and the hanyou was whimpering in what sounded to be near pain. Miroku loosened his jaw and gave Inuyasha’s shoulder an apologizing lick, taking in a deep breath of the hanyou’s scent.

Mmmmmm, did the Inu smell good! Miroku buried his face in the silver mane, inhaling deeply and feeling himself quickly growing hard again, still buried deep inside that delectable ass.

Inuyasha moaned and writhed slightly beneath him, his body recovering as well and he bucked slightly against the monk.

“Ah, Inuyasha… what are you doing to me?” Miroku whispered, thrusting ever so slightly against the Inu. “I don’t think I’ve ever been so hard so fast, baby.”

Inuyasha could only moan in response, the gentle thrusts distracting him too much to tell the monk that it was most likely his scent that was so exciting. Demons in heat would secrete pheromones to keep their partner aroused and interested until they had been fully satisfied. True humans had a weaker sense of smell than demons, but the two of them had been sealed in that cave for a while and Miroku had his nose right in the hanyou’s hair.

Of course, these were things Inuyasha would’ve been able to tell Miroku, if the monk didn’t flip him quickly onto his back and proceed to blessedly fuck him to his third and fourth orgasm of the night.

By the time both men were finally exhausted enough to fall asleep, curled together at the back of the cavern, Miroku had reached a grand total of five orgasms, and a very hoarse Inuyasha… had reached nine.

Oh yeah! His beast was definitely purring.

Kuragari: well, I hope it was worth the wait, please be kind and remember that this is the smuttiest fic I’ve written… ever… so I’m not as practiced at the hot sex scenes… there is also another chapter… maybe even two, still in the making.