My Lord Father
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InuYasha › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
9
Views:
7,600
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own InuYasha, nor make money from this story.
32 to 35
Author's Note: Four more fresh little nuggets based on prompts at LJ Comm InuRomp.
32. Lazy
I pose before the fire, slender and pale against the furs, still wet from my bath. I know exactly how I appear, hair slick and body lithe, putting my beauty to best advantage before you. You busy yourself with matters of state under candlelight, putting ink to scroll with powerful mind and hand. It won't be much longer now. Naked in the warm glow, I sprawl, stretch, feign a yawn. "It is so restful in your chambers, Papa. I hope I am not disturbing—" And you are upon me, fangs at my throat, before I can finish the thought.
33. Awash
"Wake, child," he commands, standing over me in the darkness. "I have need of you." He is a mountain no might can move, no storm can erode. I blink up at him, heavy with sleep. Dominance flows from my Lord Father, an aura so rich I can scarcely breathe. His eyes turn down and mine follow, to find him stroking that massive inu cock with a determined grip. "Father, I…" I falter as I watch him tense as his ejaculate sprays, anointing my face, splashing hot and thick over me, marking me once again, now and forever, as Papa's boy.
34. Fragile
There is an inimitable majesty in Papa's smirk. He has just punished me for "scaring off" another tutor, so it is a smirk of satisfaction not anticipation. My ass and back burn as he replaces me over his clothed lap. He strokes my bare, reddened flesh again, reiterating discontentment that I refuse to learn the distinction between true dominance and bullying the weak. "If he is so frail of spirit," I provoke, "how dare he presume to teach your heir." His claws dig into my bruised hip. I wince. "My beautiful, arrogant Sesshoumaru," he chuckles, and begins to spank anew.
35. Peek
I alight outside your study. Through the open window, I smell your arousal and hear your ragged breath. So close to release: I know the signs as if your excitement is my own. I whimper in sympathy, even as my stomach turns with jealousy. My Lady Mother works in her garden. So, whose unworthy body do you claim? I have poison and covetousness enough for her slaughter. Yet, when I steal inside, I find you alone, sprawled in your great chair. Your cock is in your hand, poised for climax. "Papa," I moan. You turn, catch my eye, and peak.
32. Lazy
I pose before the fire, slender and pale against the furs, still wet from my bath. I know exactly how I appear, hair slick and body lithe, putting my beauty to best advantage before you. You busy yourself with matters of state under candlelight, putting ink to scroll with powerful mind and hand. It won't be much longer now. Naked in the warm glow, I sprawl, stretch, feign a yawn. "It is so restful in your chambers, Papa. I hope I am not disturbing—" And you are upon me, fangs at my throat, before I can finish the thought.
33. Awash
"Wake, child," he commands, standing over me in the darkness. "I have need of you." He is a mountain no might can move, no storm can erode. I blink up at him, heavy with sleep. Dominance flows from my Lord Father, an aura so rich I can scarcely breathe. His eyes turn down and mine follow, to find him stroking that massive inu cock with a determined grip. "Father, I…" I falter as I watch him tense as his ejaculate sprays, anointing my face, splashing hot and thick over me, marking me once again, now and forever, as Papa's boy.
34. Fragile
There is an inimitable majesty in Papa's smirk. He has just punished me for "scaring off" another tutor, so it is a smirk of satisfaction not anticipation. My ass and back burn as he replaces me over his clothed lap. He strokes my bare, reddened flesh again, reiterating discontentment that I refuse to learn the distinction between true dominance and bullying the weak. "If he is so frail of spirit," I provoke, "how dare he presume to teach your heir." His claws dig into my bruised hip. I wince. "My beautiful, arrogant Sesshoumaru," he chuckles, and begins to spank anew.
35. Peek
I alight outside your study. Through the open window, I smell your arousal and hear your ragged breath. So close to release: I know the signs as if your excitement is my own. I whimper in sympathy, even as my stomach turns with jealousy. My Lady Mother works in her garden. So, whose unworthy body do you claim? I have poison and covetousness enough for her slaughter. Yet, when I steal inside, I find you alone, sprawled in your great chair. Your cock is in your hand, poised for climax. "Papa," I moan. You turn, catch my eye, and peak.