Texan Fun in the Feudal Era

A/N: …I’ve lost my favorite fucking pencil. I can’t draw anymore. I was right in the middle of drawing Sy being all tentacle molested by Naraku. And I LOST my pencil….*sigh* my life has too much drama….


Operation: ‘Nurse Sy’


It was two days later and Miroku still hadn’t woken up. Kagome was back in her time taking some important test and Sango had taken Kilala to get her wounds treated.

The village wasn’t too welcoming toward you, again because you looked so strange in their eyes. The only thing they were willing to give you were a few medicinal herbs and the directions to the nearest shrine.

Miroku laid on his back as you tucked the covers more firmly around his sleeping form. Inuyasha sat behind you, quiet for the time being. Shippo snored peacefully at your side, twitching and mumbling in his sleep.

You sighed and sat back on your heels, tucking Shippo into your lap as you stroked his tiny ears.

“So what are you?” Inuyasha said.

You blinked widely and stared at him, “Why?”

He snorted, “It’s just a question bitch. Answer it.”

Strangely enough, you had gotten used to being called bitch. He was a dog demon anyway, so you figured it was in his nature to call any female bitch.

“What does it matter?” you asked as Shippo kicked his legs and yawned.

Inuyasha watched the tiny fox wake up; deciding that this probably wasn’t the best time to discuss what kind of creature you were.

“C’mon runt,” he said while standing. “We’re going back to the village to get more medicine.”

“What?!” you cried, rising to your feet.

Poor Shippo fell from your lap and clunked his head against the floor boards. He rubbed his head while looking from you to Inuyasha.

“You can’t leave me alone!” you shouted with your hands on your hips.

Inuyasha went rigid and he slowly turned to face you, “You ordering me around bitch?”

Your brain had never acted so fast in your life; it instantly shut your damn mouth before any biting remark could spit out of it. You shook your head quickly. Inuyasha looked like he wasn’t fucking around anymore.

You had made him mad by avoiding his questions. For some reason you suspected he was leaving more for your safety than for medicine.

He snorted, “Just stay here.”

Dog boy gave Shippo a withering glance and the young kit quickly scampered after Inuyasha as he left.

A few minutes later and you were still rooted to the spot.

‘Why the hell am I such a pussy all of the sudden?’ you wondered.

You jumped to the doorway and shouted, “YEAH YOU BETTER WALK AWAY! CALL ME A BITCH ONE MORE TIME AN’ I WON’T EVEN HESITATE TO BREAK MY FOOT OVER YO’ PANSY ASS!”

The outburst made your ego feel better, but you were praying to every God you could think of that Inuyasha hadn’t heard you. After a few silent moments, you let out the breath you’d been holding.

You figured if he had heard you, he wouldn’t have waited so long to get up in your face about it.

For the next twenty minutes you were bored out of your mind. During the fight with the Hydras, you had lost track of your MP3 player, hat, and boots…which pissed you off to no end.

Those boots rocked.

You tried to busy yourself with staring at Miroku…but you can only look at hotness for so long. It was when you were poking at his hand that he moved.

You were so intent on the thorough poking that you didn’t notice his eyes blink open. A crooked grin swept over his lips before he closed his eyes again, playing dead.

He groaned softly and you jumped at the sound.

“Dude…dude, you okay?” you said, leaning in his face.

…

…

…

Apparently he was just dandy.

The sick can’t work their hand like Miroku was doing on your ass. The monk remained absolutely stoic as you stared down at him with narrowed eyes. His hand rubbed your butt appreciatively, giving a few good pats before handling it more firmly.

You snorted, “What are you, sleep groping?”

His violet eyes fluttered open and he groaned again, acting like he had just woken up. He gasped when he found his hand somehow on your backside.

“Oh my!” he said, still not moving his hand away. “I didn’t realize what I was doing.”

You raised an eyebrow. This guy was in no danger of winning an Academy Award anytime soon.

A devilish smile passed over your lips at the idea of a way to cure your boredom. You carefully removed the monk’s hand and sat back on your heels, balancing on the balls of your feet.

Miroku raised an eyebrow, but you held up a finger before he could ask what you were doing.

“My poor, brave monk,” you said sexily. “You just let Nurse Sy take care of you, alright?”

Miroku twisted his neck to look around, “Where are the others?”

You clicked your tongue and put a finger to his lips, “You just relax and let Nurse Sy work her magic.”

The monk smiled deviously, surprised by your forwardness. You gave him a lecherous wink and began your ‘administrations’. You carefully peeled away the blanket from Miroku’s body, folding it neatly at your side.

“Now Mr. Miroku, let’s see what the problem is.”

You had undressed him earlier, finding that he didn’t wear anything under his heavy robes. Dark bruises were over his chest and a tinge of guilt warped your lust. Luckily ‘Nurse Sy’ knew how to deal with the poison in his system.

Miroku didn’t seem to mind being naked in front of you. He laid there like a good little patient, waiting for you to continue.

You batted your long lashes at him and took a moment to admire his body. He was lean, no enormous muscles like Chu or Hiei. He looked more like he had the body of a swimmer. His nipples were dark against his pale skin, and you drew your fingertip down the line of his chest to his stomach.

There was no hair on his chest, but after his bellybutton was a trail of dark coarse hair leading down to his thick cock. He was half hard, still waiting to see where this would lead.

You reached over his body to dip your hand into a sticky paste Kagome had left behind. It was supposed to loosen muscles and heal bruises. It was made from wild yams and smelled pretty good.

The aroma blended well with Miroku’s own musky scent of arousal. The monk’s hand found its way to your ass and he started groping you again as you worked some of the clear paste onto the largest bruises on his chest. His muscles rippled under your hands and you intentionally rubbed his nipples.

Miroku grinned and shifted his hips. Your gaze drifted downward to see his cock growing in anticipation. The monk’s hand was still clutching at your backside, and his eyes were fastened on your pert breasts as they pressed together while you leaned over.

You smiled wickedly and sat back on your heels, looking as nonchalant as possible as you undid the ties to your top. It fell to the ground and Miroku’s hand suddenly stopped.

His violet eyes widened as you then took a tit in each hand and kneaded them together, moaning in the process. Your long hair shimmered as you tossed your head back, arching so that your breasts flopped deliciously.

Miroku groaned at the sight and you looked down at him, as if surprised to see him so flustered. His cheeks were tinted with red and his eyes were starting to glaze over with lust.

The sticky paste had spread across your tits when you were fondling yourself and you shivered at the cool feeling it left behind. You hummed in pleasure when you started rubbing your nipples between your thumb and forefinger.

You released your breasts and bent forward again, dragging your hand down the monk’s body to his hard cock.

“Nurse Sy knows how to deal with this,” you said seductively.

Miroku grinned, “Then by all means…”

You straddled his legs, bending to tease the monk’s erect nipples with your tongue. Your heavy tits rubbed against his stomach and he roved his groin, rubbing it against you and moaning at the delicious friction it caused.

You leaned back and lifted your breasts, “Do you like these?”

Miroku nodded, “Very much.”

You stood up and pulled down the bottoms to the bikini, leaving your chaps on. You patted the small patch of brown hair above your pussy.

“What about this?” you asked.

The monk nodded vigorously.

You put a finger to your chin, like you were thinking. Then you smirked as you lowered yourself back down, quickly grabbing your breasts and squeezing them on either side of the monk’s weeping shaft, his poor cock was smothered in your cleavage as you pushed your tits together.

Miroku’s breath went out in one quick whoosh and he gasped loudly, as if breathing was suddenly hard for him.

You paused for a moment, worried about the poison still working through his veins. You didn’t know if he was actually up for the task of sex…no pun intended.

A slow smirk worked its way across your lips. Nurse Sy would take care of it. Your eyes fogged over and flashed a brilliant green suddenly as you dipped your head down to Miroku’s thick cock between your slicked tits.

You fastened your mouth over the leaking head and hummed with pleasure when the monk all but screamed.

Miroku was too busy to notice your glowing eyes or the way his body suddenly started healing itself. You tightened your plump lips on the head of his prick, sucking as hard as you could, slowly pushing with your Nymph powers, collecting most of the toxin in his system.

The poison in his body started slowly leaking through his cock and into your mouth. It burned like fire, but you kept up the suction until you were certain you had most of the Hydra’s poison. You drew your head back and spat out the substance.

It was inky black and immediately burnt a hole through the baseboards of the shrine.

Okay, so maybe it wasn’t the most orthodox way of healing a guy…but it worked.

You smirked to yourself as you leaned up, thinking Miroku would surely be weak after being healed. Well you were wrong.

His sat up with you and gripped your hips with his strong hands, jerking you forward until you fell neatly into his waiting lap. The monk wrapped a hand around your neck, tilting your face upwards.

He covered your mouth with his own, sucking your bottom lip into his mouth while your brain was still trying to figure out why he wasn’t asleep yet. You snapped your head back and stared at him with wide eyes.

Miroku’s eyes flashed a startling green before settling back to their normal violet blue.

…oops.

‘You can say that again!’ barked your alter ego.

Apparently you had left a bit of your Nymph magic inside him. Miroku lunged forward, trapping your body beneath his and went for your mouth again.

Your back hit the floor boards hard and the added weight of the monk on top of you didn’t make breathing any easier. He bit into your bottom lip when you didn’t open your mouth to his insistent tongue.

You gasped in surprise and Miroku quickly swept his tongue in your mouth, entangling his slick muscle with your own.

A low moan worked its way free from your throat and you opened your mouth wider and tilted your head to the side to allow him better access. He pressed his eager body against you, rhythmically pushing against your parted thighs with his hips.

His needy cock leaked drops of pre-cum on your abdomen and you groaned lecherously. A deep blush tinged your cheeks as you wrapped your chap clad legs around his waist, pulling him flush against your body.

Miroku groaned loudly as he bent his head to suckle at a spot just below your earlobe. You were soon putty in his hands. The man seemed to know every weakness you possessed and exploited them without mercy.

His hand went down to rest just above your hip, his thumb rubbing circles on your abdomen. He arched his back, making his thick cock rub against your pussy. Your breath caught in your throat as you felt him slide his dick up and down, stroking the hidden nub of skin between your folds.

You moved with him as he rocked his hips, panting harshly and digging your nails into his back.

The monk suddenly sat up, pulling you along with him. He sat with his thighs spread wide, holding onto your waist. A wicked smirk graced his lips and you grinned back at him, kneeling up on your knees and taking his cock in your grasp.

His smirk faltered as he grunted in pleasure. You positioned him at your heated entranced and sat down slowly, taking him in inch by agonizing inch. He pushed himself in as far as he could, then wrapped one arm around your waist while his free hand clenched your hip.

You whimpered softly. His prick felt so good inside you, filling you up and pressing against the spot deep inside you that made you scream out.

“Wrap your legs around me,” Miroku said.

You did as your were told and moaned when doing so spread you even more open then before, letting his cock slide even deeper into you.

The monk leaned back a bit, still resting his weight on his parted thighs. He stared at you for a moment, sliding both hands to grip your waist. Then he suddenly bucked upward with his hips. You hooked your ankles together to hold onto him as you cry out in pleasure.

Miroku’s head fell back as he bucked again and again, pushing and tugging your hips this way and that, stroking his cock along every inch of your tight pussy.

You leaned backwards, planting your hands on the floor and pushing back against him. Your mouth fell open and you started panting hard, feeling the familiar coil of bliss pool in the pit of your abdomen.

Miroku’s hips slapped audibly against your spread thighs as he rammed himself into you, gritting his teeth and clenching his eyes shut. Your erotic moans stroked up and down his spine and he huffed as his cock was repeatedly swallowed up into your welcoming pussy. Your fluids were starting to drip down his prick and balls, making a small puddle on the floor.

You shuddered and finally came with a loud scream with Miroku’s name on your lips. The monk wasn’t far behind as he let out a slightly quieter cry and went rigid, his come spurting out into your hot and pulsating sex.

Miroku groaned as his cock softened and slipped you up in his arms and leaned back, so that he could lay flat on his back, pulling you to lay on top of him.”

The two of you stayed there panting, waiting for the aftershocks to wear off.

“Thank you…Nurse Sy,” Miroku said, laughing lightly.

You snorted, “Anytime hon.”



A/N: Whoo...I'm a little shaky on my lemons, I need to go practice. Alright, now on to some legal matters….
*clears throat* A complaint has been made against one of my best reviewers and I have been forced to take action. Raul has requested a restraining order against Bishquet, she is now not allowed to come within fifty feet of him or his hole. Bob is also in the process of getting a restraining order for him and his family.

Have a nice day and don’t forget to review.

A/N 2: there, like the new lemon? The other one was getting on my last nerve, so I made it better.