Sesshoumaru and Kouga: The Teen Years
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Adult +
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9
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Dogs Will Be Dogs
Tai stood on his balcony, looking out across his lands, dotted with white and yellow flowers. The wife pressed behind him, massaging his slender, muscled hips with her firm yet delicate touch. Those hands were deceptive: she could flutter a fan or break a neck with equal grace. The thought and her touch on his flesh made the old dog shiver and his cock stir, enhanced by the sweet spring breeze.
"And what is my handsome lord and mate thinking on this fine morning?" she cooed, reaching around to embrace him and get her hands on that massive shaft growing between his marble thighs.
Tai chuckled as she firmly directed his thoughts with her sharp-clawed fingertips. He stretched wide, erection jutting proudly before him, then reached around behind to capture his mate's small, ripe little behind and pull her to him more fully. "My toxic beauty," he rumbled, but further words were ripped from him by the sight that below. He blinked and furrowed his brow—could he truly be seeing what he thought he was seeing? "What the—" he sputtered, pointing.
There, on the flowered hillside, was Sesshoumaru, his one true son and heir, all lanky adolescence and naked as the day he was born. He was running at full-tilt, silk-silver hair flowing behind him and legs and arms pumping in long, even strides. Bright markings on cheeks and across arms, thighs, and lower back were sharp against the green grass below him and the blue sky above. As he ran, he held aloft a flag, a clump of brown fur, waving it high and calling out some unintelligible words. He was a dazzling spectacle under the dazzling sun. Tai could only stare at his beautiful progeny, wondering what the hell he was doing. His wife peered around him and laughed, a peal of soft chimes behind his pointed ear.
Soon, the answer to Tai's questions came, running on wolf legs. Prince Kouga, with a terrific burst of speed, swiftly gained on his sun. He was a suntanned blur, black hair streaming, as bare as his son. He cried out as he ran, "Give it back, faglips!" and Sesshoumaru answered, "Come and get it, Skirtboy!"
Their words were silenced in a flash, however, as Kouga reached his prey and bowled him over into the greenery. A tumble of arms and legs hurtled down the hill, tumbling and grappling and clutching. Tai's low chuckle joined his mate's high tune as they watched a gangly clump of teen flesh suddenly turn into something more. Hands clutched, mouths locked, legs wrapped, and "Dogs will be dogs," Tai concluded, turning to heft his wife into his arms and return to their bed.
"And what is my handsome lord and mate thinking on this fine morning?" she cooed, reaching around to embrace him and get her hands on that massive shaft growing between his marble thighs.
Tai chuckled as she firmly directed his thoughts with her sharp-clawed fingertips. He stretched wide, erection jutting proudly before him, then reached around behind to capture his mate's small, ripe little behind and pull her to him more fully. "My toxic beauty," he rumbled, but further words were ripped from him by the sight that below. He blinked and furrowed his brow—could he truly be seeing what he thought he was seeing? "What the—" he sputtered, pointing.
There, on the flowered hillside, was Sesshoumaru, his one true son and heir, all lanky adolescence and naked as the day he was born. He was running at full-tilt, silk-silver hair flowing behind him and legs and arms pumping in long, even strides. Bright markings on cheeks and across arms, thighs, and lower back were sharp against the green grass below him and the blue sky above. As he ran, he held aloft a flag, a clump of brown fur, waving it high and calling out some unintelligible words. He was a dazzling spectacle under the dazzling sun. Tai could only stare at his beautiful progeny, wondering what the hell he was doing. His wife peered around him and laughed, a peal of soft chimes behind his pointed ear.
Soon, the answer to Tai's questions came, running on wolf legs. Prince Kouga, with a terrific burst of speed, swiftly gained on his sun. He was a suntanned blur, black hair streaming, as bare as his son. He cried out as he ran, "Give it back, faglips!" and Sesshoumaru answered, "Come and get it, Skirtboy!"
Their words were silenced in a flash, however, as Kouga reached his prey and bowled him over into the greenery. A tumble of arms and legs hurtled down the hill, tumbling and grappling and clutching. Tai's low chuckle joined his mate's high tune as they watched a gangly clump of teen flesh suddenly turn into something more. Hands clutched, mouths locked, legs wrapped, and "Dogs will be dogs," Tai concluded, turning to heft his wife into his arms and return to their bed.