Inu-Yasha: Into the Mist

Inu-Yasha: Into the Mist


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Note: This is an A/R of the events depicted in the episode “The Last Banquet of Miroku’s Master.” And if you’re under 18, stop reading right now.


It had all begun annoyingly enough, Inu-Yasha reflected. Helping Miroku’s old mentor, the priest Mushin, to fulfill his final requests before he shuffled off the mortal coil. They had taken to cleaning the whole of the temple, and Kagome and Sango had tended to all of the laundry.
And now, here they were, lost in a strange fog, trying to obtain a rare and potent sake for the old drunkard. Kagome, Shippo, and Hatchi had all taken to acting strangely. And then Miroku had concluded that the mists had an intoxicating effect on those who inhaled it.
All of which Inu-Yasha found to be typically agitating. Like so many of their efforts to help people just for the sake of helping out, he was being inconvenienced and tormented by those he was supposed to call friends.
And that was when Sango had stumbled forward from the haze. Of all of them, Inu-Yasha respected Sango the most. Calm in the heat of battle. Strong. Capable. Decisive. True, she’d had her slip-ups where her brother was concerned, but by and large, she was the sanest member of their entourage.
And apparently, Inu-Yasha realized with dawning horror, these mists had stripped away all of that. Sango was staggering, her face was flushed, her speech was slurred, and her eyes seemed glazed. Inu-Yasha smelled something from Sango that he’d never smelled from her before. Oh, he knew the smell. Plenty of men and women had put out that aroma before, but he’d never sensed it from the demon hunter before. It was the scent of unadulterated lust. And it was being directed right at him!
“Inu-Yasha,” she said in a drunken slur that sounded as if it might have been an attempt to sound seductive, “I’m having trouble walking.”
That much was true. She could barely keep her footing. The girl who had, while bleeding half to death, been so graceful and deadly, was now unable to keep her footing.
“Carry me, Inu-Yasha,” Sango slurred, pressing up against the half-demon, much to the dismay of Miroku, Kagome, and Inu-Yasha himself, “In fact, you can carry me wherever you like.”
Inu-Yasha was cringing. He could smell Sango’s desire dripping off of her like the aroma of spicy curry as it boiled in its pot. The heat radiating from her was enticing, and it was affecting him in ways he didn’t care to admit. He found himself glad that his hakama were so baggy.
“Inu-Yasha!” he heard Kagome slur angrily. He braced himself, knowing what was coming next, “Si..”
“Kagome!” Sango called in a commanding voice, surprising considering her inebriated state. She halted the younger girl in her tracks, But her tone quickly became playful, “I had no intention of leaving you out.”
“Wh…wh…what?!” Kagome’s blush practically glowed in the swirling, intoxicating mists.
“Aw, c’mon,” Sango said sweetly, “I’ve seen you looking at me in the baths. And you’re very pretty to look at, too. Not all scarred and ugly like me.”
“Oh, no, Sango,” Kagome said, shaking her head, and stumbling over to Sango. She held the older girl’s face in her hands, “You’re not ugly at all. You’ve a beautiful woman. I just…never had the guts to say it before.”
“Hey, you two…!” Inu-Yasha yelled.
“Inu-Yasha,” Miroku said, shaking his head, a devilish smile ion his face, “Don’t interrupt.”
“Would you really share Inu-Yasha with me?” Sango asked Kagome, looking into her eyes.
“I’d share anything with you,” Kagome said.
“Don’t I get a say in this?” Inu-Yasha demanded.
The two girls ignored him, and leaned into each other. Their lips met in a gentle kiss. Inu-Yasha’s eyes were as big as dinner plates, and his face was redder than his robes.
“Now, ladies,” Miroku spoke up, “I understand that these mists have confused you, and that you have, no doubt, in your innocence, turned to each other for comfort, but…”
Sango turned and kissed Miroku, rendering him momentarily speechless. A small part of him thought that it was sort of like indirectly kissing Kagome, too.
“Hey,” Shippo called out, “I’m just a kid. Should I be seeing this?”
“Good point,” Inu-Yasha said, “I’ll take you back down the mountain.”
“Inu-Yasha,” Kagmoe said sweetly, “Sit boy.”
Inu-Yasha fell flat on his face, “Whadjya do that for!?”
“I just made Sango a promise,” Kagome said, “You don’t want me to go back on my word, now do you?”
“But…”
“Miroku,,” Sango spoke up, “As the spiritual leader, you’re going to have to take Shippo and Hatchi down the mountain. We’ll wait here for you to get back.”
“But,” Miroku now tried to protest. He received Sango’s patented Death Glare, and he immediately decided that he’d better comply with her orders, despite the fact that he was now feeling somewhat cheated in this. He gathered up Shippo and Hatchi, and then sighed morosely as he went down the hill.
“Now,” Sango said, turning to Kagome, “where were we?”
Kagome unbuttoned her blouse, “Well, you were telling me how much you admired me.”
Sango nodded, undoing the bindings on her outfit, letting her armor fall to the ground.
“You’re so beautiful, Sango,” Kagome said, wrapping her arms around Sango’s bare shoulders.
Sango ran her hands down Kagome’s bare back, “So are you.”
“I’ve…never done anything like this before, “Kagome said.
“Me either,” Sango said, easing Kagome down onto the ground. She found her head resting on something soft and warm. She was too far gone to realize that she was using Inu-Yasha’s back as a pillow.
The two girls started kissing again, and Sango ran her hands up and down Kagome’s smooth stomach. She felt the heat radiating from Kagome’s sex, and she felt deep stirrings from within her own body. Sango knew more about sex than most people might, because the nature of demon slaying required her to know their ways, and she’d also seen some scrolls with illicit illustrations that her father had kept hidden from her in his bedchambers.
Sango smiled as she began to kiss her way down Kagome’s stomach. She kissed her way to Kagome’s belly button, and then rested her hands on Kagome’s soft, pillowy breasts. Then she found herself kissing Kagome’s mons, and then she was parting the lower lips.
Kagome’s musk was strong, and it was even more intoxicating than the demon mists that now surrounded them. Sango leaned forward and lapped tentatively at first, then with vigor. Kagome moaned, and then giggled at the sensation.
“S…Sango. That tickles.”
“What are you two doing?!” Inu-Yasha demanded.
“Oh my,” Sango sat up, “I’d almost forgotten. Kagome…I know I asked to try him out, but…well, it’s only right if you go first.”
Kagome nodded. She sat up and turned to face Inu-Yasha, still lying on his face.
The two girls turned over the cranky half-demon. Sango started to pull off his hakama.
“What?!”
“Here you go, Kagome,” Sango said.
“Ah, it’s no good,” Kagome said, “He’s not ready yet.”
“Well then,” Sango smiled, “We’ll just have to get him ready. Inu-Yasha, watch this.”
Inu-Yasha should have known better, but he turned to see Sango coaxing Kagome into suckling on her pale breast, tipped with a nipple that reminded him of a cherry blossom. Sango smiled gently at Kagmoe’s libations, and looked Inu-Yasha straight in the eye.
Inu-Yasha felt something stir deep within him, and then he felt his manhood begin to stiffen. Sango noted this with a smile.
“Kagome,” Sango whispered in her friends ear, “I think he’s ready for you now.”
Kagome turned to face Inu-Yasha. She positioned herself over his erect member, and Sango helped ease her down on to the waiting shaft. Kagome let out a sharp hiss as her hymen broke.
“It’s okay, Kagome,” Sango said, running her fingers through Kagome’s long hair, “It’s okay. The worst part is over.”
Sango leaned forward and began to kiss Kagome deeply. Inu-Yasha, at this point, was no longer just lying still. He was beginning to recover from the “Sit” command that Kagome had unleashed on him earlier, and his body was responding to the sheer pleasure of being deep inside Kagome while watching Sango caress her. His hips began to gyrate, and he leaned forward. He kissed Sango on the cheek, coaxing her to turn. He then kissed Kagome deeply, their tongues intertwined. Sango turned her attention to Kagome’s breasts, and began to suckle on the younger girl. She suddenly felt Inu-Yasha’s powerful fingers probing her womanhood from behind.
Inu-Yasha felt the intensity building up in his loins, and he thrust faster and faster into Kagome. The girl began to make sharp, high pitched cries. She let out a low groan, and then she flooded Inu-Yasha with her release. Two seconds later, Inu-Yasha came, filling Kagome with his seed
Kagome rolled off of Inu-Yasha. She lay on the ground, gasping for breath. She felt a tongue lapping at her, and wasn’t surprised to see Sango lapping up both her nectar and Inu-Yasha’s release from her. She sighed contentedly.
Inu-Yasha was still ready for action, and his demon stamina had helped him to recover from his last session quickly. He saw Sango’s rear moving up and down as she worked on Kagome.
Kagome saw Inu-Yasha gazing lustfully at Sango, and she nodded, “Go ahead, Inu-Yasha. I promised her that she could have a turn with you.”
Sango felt Inu-Yasha position himself behind her. She felt him enter her slowly.
“Why so gentle, Inu-Yasha?” Sango asked, “I’m a hunter. I’ve fought powerful demons before. You know I can handle it. Give me all of your strength.”
Inu-Yasha shook his head, “I can’t, Sango. Not with you, not with Kagome. I’d hurt you two if I went all out.”
“Then give me what you can, but don’t treat me like I’m made of glass.”
Inu-Yasha nodded. He thrust into Sango with deliberate force. There was a sharp pain, and then, she was a woman.
“Taking her doggy-style, Inu-sama?” Kagome said playfully, “What a good boy you are.”
Sango cried out as Inu-Yasha moved faster and faster. She felt his claws digging in at her hips, and she bit her lower lip to keep from crying out.
“Yessssss,” She moaned softly. Kagome sat up and kissed Sango full on the lips. She tasted both herself and Inu-Yasha on Sango’s lips, and she tasted Sango’s passion as well. She reached down, and felt where Inu-Yasha was penetrating Sango. Then she let her hand drift back towards Sango’s clitoris. She began to rub the small nub. Sango cried out. Her climax was explosive. She held onto Kagome as tightly as she could, and Inu-Yasha withdrew only slowly.
“Oh, Kagome, Inu-Yasha,” Sango said, tears in her eyes, “Thank you. Thank you for sharing this with me.”

It was several hours later that Sango, Kagome, and Inu-Yasha woke up. They were back in Mushin’s temple, and all of them had headaches that would have made Naraku’s miasma look like a minor annoyance.
Inu-Yasha listened with swollen head as Miroku explained how he and a sobered up Hatchi had flown in and retrieved them, all unconscious, from the mists. Miroku had sucked up the intoxicating vapors into his cursed hand, and discovered the troublesome demons that had produced the potent mist in the first place.
“So you see,” Miroku said, “You were all acting on the influence of these demons, because their diminutive size makes this their only means of defense.”
“Miroku,” Sango said, clutching her head, “Can you ever forgive me?”
“Sango,” Miroku smiled, taking her hand in his, “I would be a hypocrite if I said that I couldn’t. After all, I’ve chased numerous other women, before.Just don’t make a habit of it, okay.”
“I can’t believe you took advantage of me while I was drunk,” Kagome sniped at Inu-Yasha.
“ME!?” Inu-Yasha yelled, and then instantly regretted it, “You’re the one who sat on MY lap, as I recall. I didn’t go tearing off your clothes.”
“Why you…!”
“Let it go, Kagome,” Sango said pleadingly, “We all acted foolishly under the influence of the mists. I should have been better prepared, so it’s my fault if anything.”
“Still,” Kagome said, blushing.
“We can discuss it at length in the bath,” Sango said to Kagome. Kagome caught a wink that none of the others seemed to notice.
“All I know,” Inu-Yasha said, “Is it was more trouble than it was worth. I mean, anyone seen the size of my head.”
“Uh-oh,” Miroku muttered. And Sango nodded. She took Miroku in arm and the two of them made a discreet exit just in time to hear the echo of Kagome yelling, “SIT BOY!”
It was followed by a sharp yell of pain, as much from the hangover as from Inu-Yasha falling flat on his face yet again.