The Slings and Arrows of Outrageous Fortune
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InuYasha › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
18
Views:
1,278
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1
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Currently Reading:
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Chapter 8
“I can’t stay in the water like this if its cold, Totosai. Do you want me to put my clothes back on?” she dead-panned back, ignoring the euphoric demon now orbiting around Plant Hentai somewhere.
The lightening speed Totosai displayed as he scrambled to his knees, took a deep breath and dunked his dark head under the water was only matched by Kaede’s extreme aversion to being boiled like an egg, and so, slick as a seal, she scrambled out of the pool just as the blacksmith blew a jet of fire into the dark water. Judging by the temperature of the drops that sprayed from Totosai’s soaked head as he shook it out once he came back up for air, Kaede quickly dropped back into the water and submerged.
When she surfaced, the miko began to rub her white, itchy skin with the items she’d requested. Rice bran and yuzu juice helped cleanse the ivy oil off her skin and the cucumber, willow and salt paste helped relieve the swelling and redness Kaede knew was surely to come. Losing herself in her careful treatment, the girl forgot to guard herself from the eyes of her avid companion, who watched the lines of her body and saw the finest, most elegant blades, and knives. Limber, curved swords that penetrated an enemy’s defenses effortlessly. Metal tongues that lapped at skin until they were gratefully sheathed in the warm, dark place that fit them like a finger in its glove…
Totosai scratched a hidden fleck of chafe that hadn’t followed the path to freedom out of his clothes and brought himself painfully back to the present when he accidentally whacked a very tall, very hard part of his anatomy as he sought to resettle himself. The miko had her back to him and was reaching over one shoulder, intent on the greenish-brown goop she was spreading over her flawless white skin.
His nose itched. Totosai scratched it. It ignored him and continued to itch. Then just to goad him into action further, it began to sting. The words “itch” and “sting” wandered around in his uncluttered head and looked for something to latch onto.
It took a moment or two, but Totosai’s airy mind eventually did the math, checked its figures and sent out memos to the appropriate places.
I’ll bet you never knew this but our friend Totosai is the fastest nuder in the West. He was as bare as Nature had made him in under three and a half seconds, a record that would stand until broken 50-odd years later by one monk with a roving eye and a hand that sucked.
Kaede had one befuddled moment to wonder why the level of warm water had risen around her suddenly before a softly rasping voice begged her:
“Please don’t move.”
The lightening speed Totosai displayed as he scrambled to his knees, took a deep breath and dunked his dark head under the water was only matched by Kaede’s extreme aversion to being boiled like an egg, and so, slick as a seal, she scrambled out of the pool just as the blacksmith blew a jet of fire into the dark water. Judging by the temperature of the drops that sprayed from Totosai’s soaked head as he shook it out once he came back up for air, Kaede quickly dropped back into the water and submerged.
When she surfaced, the miko began to rub her white, itchy skin with the items she’d requested. Rice bran and yuzu juice helped cleanse the ivy oil off her skin and the cucumber, willow and salt paste helped relieve the swelling and redness Kaede knew was surely to come. Losing herself in her careful treatment, the girl forgot to guard herself from the eyes of her avid companion, who watched the lines of her body and saw the finest, most elegant blades, and knives. Limber, curved swords that penetrated an enemy’s defenses effortlessly. Metal tongues that lapped at skin until they were gratefully sheathed in the warm, dark place that fit them like a finger in its glove…
Totosai scratched a hidden fleck of chafe that hadn’t followed the path to freedom out of his clothes and brought himself painfully back to the present when he accidentally whacked a very tall, very hard part of his anatomy as he sought to resettle himself. The miko had her back to him and was reaching over one shoulder, intent on the greenish-brown goop she was spreading over her flawless white skin.
His nose itched. Totosai scratched it. It ignored him and continued to itch. Then just to goad him into action further, it began to sting. The words “itch” and “sting” wandered around in his uncluttered head and looked for something to latch onto.
It took a moment or two, but Totosai’s airy mind eventually did the math, checked its figures and sent out memos to the appropriate places.
I’ll bet you never knew this but our friend Totosai is the fastest nuder in the West. He was as bare as Nature had made him in under three and a half seconds, a record that would stand until broken 50-odd years later by one monk with a roving eye and a hand that sucked.
Kaede had one befuddled moment to wonder why the level of warm water had risen around her suddenly before a softly rasping voice begged her:
“Please don’t move.”