My Lord Father
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InuYasha › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Category:
InuYasha › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
9
Views:
7,598
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own InuYasha, nor make money from this story.
25 to 28
Author's Note: Thanks to LJ Comm InuRomp for the prompts.
25: New
There is something different, something new about this one, the unworthy human bitch my Lord Father has claimed and bedded. Unlike the others, he has given her not only his fuck and his protection but his seed. I rage at the injustice, the betrayal. How calmly my Lady Mother speaks of it! Understanding pours forth from her as sour, impotent fury pours from me. She accepted the breadth of his need long ago, she reminds me. She permits even this offence. I cannot. The bitch's love is water while mine is blood. Papa, can you not see how I bleed?
26: Taste
You pin me so easily, Papa, brute strength only part of the reason I give myself over to you with so little struggle. Your knees press hard into my shoulders as you straddle me, grinning as you rub your hard, wet cock across my cheek. "My beautiful boy," you murmur, pre-cum painting my face, "my Sesshoumaru." I know in that instant the depth and might of your love, and I cannot but simultaneously admire and resent your methods when you add, "Show Papa how you suck cock, my perfect child," and shove that thick, swollen heat down my unprepared throat.
27: Stray
You use me so cruelly, my Lord Father. I am punished for storming out of the hall when you negotiated with the kitsune Lord for land rights…and his daughter. Your sexual proclivities are not mine to dictate, you remind me, your whip raising welts on my ass. Then I am leashed and muzzled, put on hands and knees at your feet as you dine with my Lady Mother and a few royal guests. You stroke my head softly, rhythmically. "Strays who would make good pets must be trained," you explain, so all can hear. I burn, helpless against your will.
28: Awake
My punishment over, you free me from leash and muzzle and send me off to think about what it means to be the son of the Lord of the Western Lands. I bite my tongue to keep from demanding you think about what it means to be sire to the heir to the Western Lands. I pace furtively until the early morning hours, then launch into the moonless sky. Silently, I slip into your open window and approach your bed. You are awake, of course, golden eyes glowing. "Come to Papa," you say, pulling back the furs to welcome me.
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25: New
There is something different, something new about this one, the unworthy human bitch my Lord Father has claimed and bedded. Unlike the others, he has given her not only his fuck and his protection but his seed. I rage at the injustice, the betrayal. How calmly my Lady Mother speaks of it! Understanding pours forth from her as sour, impotent fury pours from me. She accepted the breadth of his need long ago, she reminds me. She permits even this offence. I cannot. The bitch's love is water while mine is blood. Papa, can you not see how I bleed?
26: Taste
You pin me so easily, Papa, brute strength only part of the reason I give myself over to you with so little struggle. Your knees press hard into my shoulders as you straddle me, grinning as you rub your hard, wet cock across my cheek. "My beautiful boy," you murmur, pre-cum painting my face, "my Sesshoumaru." I know in that instant the depth and might of your love, and I cannot but simultaneously admire and resent your methods when you add, "Show Papa how you suck cock, my perfect child," and shove that thick, swollen heat down my unprepared throat.
27: Stray
You use me so cruelly, my Lord Father. I am punished for storming out of the hall when you negotiated with the kitsune Lord for land rights…and his daughter. Your sexual proclivities are not mine to dictate, you remind me, your whip raising welts on my ass. Then I am leashed and muzzled, put on hands and knees at your feet as you dine with my Lady Mother and a few royal guests. You stroke my head softly, rhythmically. "Strays who would make good pets must be trained," you explain, so all can hear. I burn, helpless against your will.
28: Awake
My punishment over, you free me from leash and muzzle and send me off to think about what it means to be the son of the Lord of the Western Lands. I bite my tongue to keep from demanding you think about what it means to be sire to the heir to the Western Lands. I pace furtively until the early morning hours, then launch into the moonless sky. Silently, I slip into your open window and approach your bed. You are awake, of course, golden eyes glowing. "Come to Papa," you say, pulling back the furs to welcome me.
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