My Lord Father
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InuYasha › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
9
Views:
7,599
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own InuYasha, nor make money from this story.
29 to 31
Author's Notes: Prompts from LJ Comm InuRomp's Fall Challenge "Creamy" List. The usual doggy inucest warnings.
29. Wary
You smell the change, do you not, my Lord Father? What other excuse can there be for your lenience, your patience, your nonappearance in my chambers so many nights in a row? My scent is tinged with a new sharpness: the son who is no longer a child, the heir who is no longer merely his Sire's obedient shadow. My aura demands you see me, Papa, know me as I am, and as I am becoming. Your absence speaks of an unfamiliar hesitance, and I am fascinated, all curiosity, drawn to this new fragrance even as you shy from mine.
30. Fire
My body has become traitorous. I lie awake, muscles spasming and a scorching ache between my legs. I throw back the furs to watch my cock transform into a dog's: blunt, glistening, and angry red. My whole body is ablaze, and the desire to sink my fangs into a prone body beneath me, to mount and fuck it viciously, overwhelms me almost to unconsciousness. I begin to wonder whether I will survive adolescence. When I come to myself, you are beside me, hand stroking and taming the burning beast. "Easy boy," you murmur, tenderly bringing me to climax. "Papa's here."
31. Bloom
"Fruit is sweetest when ripe," pronounces my Lord Father, intruding upon my lesson. He no doubt heard me disagree with my Sensei, a foolish old man, steeped in tradition and unaccustomed to change. There are new methods of planting, I argue. I welcome change. "You are fruit of my loins and heir to my lands," Papa declares, sitting on the desk before me. He spreads his massive legs, and shoves his hakama-clad groin purposefully in my face. Sensei looks away. "A bud will blossom unless unexpected frost shortens its life. You would be wise to heed this basic lesson, Sesshoumaru."
29. Wary
You smell the change, do you not, my Lord Father? What other excuse can there be for your lenience, your patience, your nonappearance in my chambers so many nights in a row? My scent is tinged with a new sharpness: the son who is no longer a child, the heir who is no longer merely his Sire's obedient shadow. My aura demands you see me, Papa, know me as I am, and as I am becoming. Your absence speaks of an unfamiliar hesitance, and I am fascinated, all curiosity, drawn to this new fragrance even as you shy from mine.
30. Fire
My body has become traitorous. I lie awake, muscles spasming and a scorching ache between my legs. I throw back the furs to watch my cock transform into a dog's: blunt, glistening, and angry red. My whole body is ablaze, and the desire to sink my fangs into a prone body beneath me, to mount and fuck it viciously, overwhelms me almost to unconsciousness. I begin to wonder whether I will survive adolescence. When I come to myself, you are beside me, hand stroking and taming the burning beast. "Easy boy," you murmur, tenderly bringing me to climax. "Papa's here."
31. Bloom
"Fruit is sweetest when ripe," pronounces my Lord Father, intruding upon my lesson. He no doubt heard me disagree with my Sensei, a foolish old man, steeped in tradition and unaccustomed to change. There are new methods of planting, I argue. I welcome change. "You are fruit of my loins and heir to my lands," Papa declares, sitting on the desk before me. He spreads his massive legs, and shoves his hakama-clad groin purposefully in my face. Sensei looks away. "A bud will blossom unless unexpected frost shortens its life. You would be wise to heed this basic lesson, Sesshoumaru."