Predictable

Salome Wilde 09/08

Predictable

Author’s Note: I cannot believe I’ve let this story sit since March. I won’t beg forgiveness; I’ll just try to earn it with the chapter below and promise to do better in future. By the way, since writing the previous chapters, I’ve changed my preferred spelling (adding the u for the long o sound since I can’t figure out how to put the line over the o – in words like yokai/youkai, etc.); am sure no one cares but me!

Part VII

“Horny bitches,” Sesshoumaru remarked dispassionately, after watching the scene before him for long moments. The way his brother slurped and groaned as he humped the air. The slick and hungry efficiency of the full-lipped wolf mouth. How he could so easily grab that dog by the ears and gag him with a real prick. How he could take that fleabitten ookami by the tail and make him howl for mercy, crammed full of daiyoukai cock. “Pathetic pups,” he added when they did not immediately respond, the control in his voice and his gaze entirely belied by the stiffening of his ample dogdick, which he quickly took in hand through his soft, impeccably shiny white hakama.

At last he received the attention his status merited, as Inuyasha released Kouga’s slender member with an audible pop and Kouga relinquished the hanyou’s tool with more grace but equal speed. Two pairs of baffled eyes blinked up at him. “Sesshoumaru,” Kouga gasped, with obvious awe. “Oh fuck,” Inuyasha grunted, overwhelmed. The dreams of dominance both held in their separate ways were gone in an instant, as the power of tall, elegant youkai—not to mention the enormous bulge he squeezed beneath his silken garment—hit home. He sounded like control personified; he looked like the world’s most beautiful god; and he smelled like supremacy made flesh.

Sesshoumaru smiled inside, loving his ability to shoot forth a hormonal cocktail of potent scent, and at how easily the whelps absorbed it through their every pore. His cock strained as he studied the way the boys’ own dicks reached toward him. “Come worship, children,” he beckoned, swiftly easing from aggression to generosity as he envisaged Inuyasha licking his ass while he took the wolf from behind. And he licked his lips, knowing he would feast upon his own seed from that ookami flesh thereafter. The Lord of the Western Lands was both a determined and greedy fuck.

Almost as if in a trance, Inuyasha and Kouga rose in unison, and padded softly toward Sesshoumaru. The daiyoukai did not move, did not shift is gaze except to look from one supplicant to the other in pleasure as he rubbed his precious, blunt-headed cock.

“Dammit,” Kouga muttered as they approached, “how does he do this?” He tried to imagine bending the lithesome lord over and doing him, but the picture would no longer form in his mind. All he could see was himself doing the bending. “Fuuuck,” he whispered through gritted teeth. His prick ached for it.

Inuyasha moaned. “I dunno,” he replied from a corner of his mouth, “but I gotta learn…”

Sesshoumaru pointed to the earth before him, and Inuyasha and Kouga could not help but come to their knees for him. “Such obedient bitches,” he said softly, indulgently. “Which of you would like to untie my obi for me?” He poured forth dominant scent like Kagura ejaculated: thoroughly and inescapably.

Inuyasha gave a little growl, recognizing the outrage of being pitted against Kouga, who had gone far too swiftly from rival for Kagome to rival for status to rival for Sesshoumaru’s favor.

Sesshoumaru offered a snarl that silenced the little sound instantly. “Very well, brother-bitch, let Kouga receive my favor, then. Unfasten my obi, wolf, and take the gift of my cock into your unworthy hands.”

Kouga’s fingers were nimble and quick, and soon the hakama was parted and he beheld the glory of a cock so big it made the eyes water just to look at it. He let out a long, audible sigh, and took it into his sweaty palms. How long had he wanted to touch that beast? To worship it? His whole life seemed to narrow to this moment of triumph. A clear jewel of pre-cum balanced at the cock’s tip. His eyes flashed to Sesshoumaru’s in a gaze of entreaty he would have been horrified to acknowledge as his own if he had witnessed it.

“You may,” Sesshoumaru replied to the unspoken request, every inch the priest to his altar boy.

Inuyasha’s tongue peeked out as Kouga claimed his prize. Dammit, he fumed to himself. He did not know if he was more appalled at Kouga’s victory or the lameness of waiting in line to lick his brother’s tree trunk of a cock! But he could not look away.

“Good boy,” Sesshoumaru enthused. “Show me what more you can do with that sharp little tongue.” He reached out his slender fingers and gripped Kouga by the ponytail, then pulled him in.

Kouga, awed but never one to be caught offguard, stretched his mouth wide to take in the monstercock he was offered, and let himself be guided. Down a little, then off; down a little further, then up: slowly but surely, he engulfed that impossibly thick shaft like the slutty wolf he was. Sesshoumaru offered a groan of satisfaction that made the wolf’s cock strain and leak with need.

Inuyasha panted as he watched. So impressive was Kouga’s skill—and only moments ago it was devoted to his cock, his pleasure! His frustration at last burst the bubble of Sesshoumaru’s aura, and he ground his teeth at what a dupe he had become. Damn Kouga’s dexterity! Damn Sesshoumaru’s control! He was a son of the Great Dog Demon, too, wasn’t he? He was better than any stinky, fur-clad ookami, right? He rose with an impressive rumble in his chest, and came to stand behind Kouga. In a flash, he hiked up the wolf’s passive ass and was pumping his hard cock in his fist. He was unwilling to look up into Sesshoumaru’s eyes, but the pompous youkai wasn’t protesting either. He spit down on himself and poised to enter, almost disbelieving that he was getting away with this.

Sesshoumaru’s eyes flashed with pleasure. Though Inuyasha was a pathetic hanyou, he was also his brother and perhaps, after all, his father’s son. Why not. As Kouga began to show signs of discomfort at what was transpiring behind him, Sesshoumaru shoved his cock home to pin the wolf in place. He watched with interest as his brother began to force his dick into that tight little wolf ass…