Predator and Pray

Predator and Pray
By jenerik_brand
and
Talon

Originally meant to be a PWP, Emoyasha generally has his own ideas. Pretty filthy anyway, so NC-17 with several X’s. And no, the title is not a spelling error.

Pairing: Inu/Mir natch. So, Yaoi. Very Yaoi. First person from both pov’s. Might make reading a bit difficult, but the test audience was receptive, so please enjoy.


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I do wish the girls did not leave me. What a wasted day, spent with that Inuyasha. He is always staring at me when I meditate, too. It keeps me from doing spiritual things like drinking and masturbating. Such a shame the girls had to go... truly.

He's just about ready to say something, I can tell. His eyes are closed, but he's not meditating. He smells very frustrated, and I grin. I have a cure for that. But it's not quite time yet. My ears perk at the rustling in a nearby bush, and I turn and pounce in one movement, biting the head off the squirrel that was careless enough to leave the trees and lean back to enjoy my treat. "Wanna bite?"

"No, I do not want to take a bite of your squirrel, Inuyasha." Don't laugh, no matter how funny it sounds. "I am sure that is amusing to you, but in all sincerity: No." He's coming closer. By the Buddha, what is so fascinating about meditation? By definition it is dull. I open my eyes.

The guts are the best part, and I know the blood has dribbled down my chin, because my long tongue swipes at it. Wasteful. I'll get it later. "You sure monk? It's still warm." Flopping down next to him I grin. He doesn’t' like me being so near. But he doesn't want me to leave either. Prey can be so predictable.

"I think not." This seems strange. "Inuyasha..." I strain away from him. "What are you up to?" Those guts- ugh! It takes all of my training to keep myself from getting sick. Why does he want to be so close? He usually keeps his distance, like a wary dog. This is... different.

"Snack," I reply, finishing up and tossing the carcass behind me. Squirrel fur doesn't appeal to me, and I pick my teeth casually, licking my fingers. "Jus' tryin' to play nice, like Kagome's always on me t'do. S'matter wit' you monk?"

"What is the matter?" give him my slyest grin. "The only matter is your taste in cuisine." I do not want him to know his proximity is a concern. It is best no to let a dog smell fear. Not that I am afraid, mind you. Just wary. "You are not nice. You pretend to be what you are not because you are up to something. You do not do that well at hiding, Inuyasha. I will figure you out." I close my eyes. "In due time."

I snort. "Yeah, yeah, you talk too much, Monk." He smells afraid, but not really. "I ken be nice...people just don't wanna notice, that's all. I do nice things ALL th' time." Like now, I share a very rank burp. Yum, squirrel, a few grubs and....when did I eat DUCK last? Shit, must be a few weeks at LEAST.

"You aren't here for food." I open one eye. "Quit pretending you are." Then I shift on one leg and lean forward. Ah, that will shock him! "If you were interested in hunting you would be chasing game in the forest. Or is it a different game you are hunting, Inuyasha?"

"I ain't hungry." What the fuck is he doing? Well, it's about time he caught on...prey ain't much fun unless they know they're being hunted. I slide my vision slightly to the side, watching him, waiting for him to move. Willing him to run so I can chase him.

"Not hungry, huh?" I stand up slowly. "You..." I let him get a long, slow look at my leg and my backside before the robe falls down, "are full of surprises, Inuyasha." Then I turn my heel, oh so slowly, and walk away. "Good luck with that." Thank you Buddha, that my back is turned so I can roll my eyes. Three... two... one.... Now it's time to run! The things I do for a good lay.

I let him walk a few feet away, just long enough so that he pauses to wonder if I'm going to do anything. When he breaks into a run, I'm sure he thinks I'll follow right away. I let him get a good head start...and then it's on. Even with the head start he can't keep ahead of me for long, and the air squeezes out of his lungs as I grab his ankle, sending him thudding to the dirt* Gotcha.

I cough and scramble at the dirt. Leaves fly everywhere. I twist and kick at him. No, he can't just have me. That's not what he wants. I know it. He wants a fight, wants prey worthy of possessing. Maybe I want to be worthy. So I swing my staff at him and push away. "You've got me?" I stand back up and smile. "Do you?" Come on, Inuyasha. Do it. Turn me on. I want you to.

What? The? Hell? What, turn him on? That ain't my job. He should be turned on in my presence anyway. "I'm gonna take yer toy away from you if you don't stop swingin' it at me," I growl, swiping at it, claws out. I HAD him...why does he have to go and spoil a perfectly good chase? Cause it's HIM, that's why. "You are a pain in my ass, monky boy." I make as though to turn away, but really it's so I get the momentum to turn and pounce, growling and sinking my teeth into his throat. Gently, gently...no with the tearing out of his throat. Fucking a dead monk isn't nearly so fun as a live one, plus there's that hand...with the hole...

Oh.... no! Oh... yes! Why does it hurt and feel good at the same time. I'm trying to grab his head, to pull him off, but I hit him with my staff, once... twice.... there is no third time. I fall to my knees and oh... his hair is so silky. So soft. Mmm. There is this warm voluptuous wave coming over me and I just want to sink into it. "More." I love it. The way it hurts. "Harder, more..." I comb through that hair and just moan like a silly girl. No-wait. I am giving in too soon! Too soon. Where is my staff? I reach for it- where is it?


Growling I smack his hands, my teeth coming out of his neck. "Will you knock it off??? You're over thinking this and yer gonna ruin it for both of us." It isn't that I don't want him to struggle, I do. But..."You aren't getting this staff back until I'm FINISHED with you monk." With that I move slightly and shove his robes up, letting his wrap out to the sunshine. "You wear too many clothes," I inform him.

"You don't have me yet, Inuyasha." I punch at him. I kick. I try to twist away but it is no use. It does not matter. I try something else and swing at his jaw and it makes the most fantastic popping sound. "You like that?" I chuckle. "You want some more?"

I growl and grab his hand, then the other. "If you think you can GIVE me more, which I doubt." I apply my teeth to his fingers, nibbling and grinning as he makes very un monk like noises.

Mercy! The bastard can make me feel so damn good! "Don't you?" Do not pant. Do not whimper. Do not look him in the eye when he does any of that! No! "So do you have me, yet, Inuyasha?" It came out as a whisper. Not a whisper. Oh, Buddha. I am losing myself in this game. So I do the only thing I can do and reach for his ass with a wry grin. What else can I do?

"Not just yet perhaps. Do you like that Miroku?" Hmm...Using his name. I wriggle my ass where his hand is as I let the other one go in favor of ripping his robes down the middle. The way they were bunching up was annoying. His cock is already poking at his wrap interestedly; I don't have to feel it to smell it. I have too many clothes on, but I'll get to that in a minute. "Since when do you have pink nipples?" I scratch one interestedly. Like a fucking flower pink.

He likes it when I touch him? Oh! What did he do to my nipple? It sent me off. Oh, I roll my hips just a little as he tears my clothes off like wrapping. "So when will you have me?" I squeeze his ass, then rub because I love the way his body flexes under those clothes. He is so hard, underneath. I just want to know what else he is, too. For now, though, I've got to take certain matters in my own hands and reach for the front-

I snarl, right into his face, my forehead touching his. "Hands to yourself." He can rub my ass all he wants, but he is NOT to remove my clothes. This party will proceed at the pace I dictate, not his. "You'll know when I have you. Hands down. NOW."

"But it's not my fault." I do the little pout. "I didn't mean to do it." Then my knee rubs him- there. "Why don't you let me touch you down there? That's the whole point, isn't it?" I know it is not. I know this is about being prey. But I am so hard and I don't want to wait. I need to fuck. He is so cruel. I knew he would be, but not this way. "Mercy, Inuyasha?" I bite my lip and keep rubbing. "Don't make me beg."

I growl and smack his face. Not too hard, and mostly his mouth because he's jabbering. Begging would be just fine. "When I decide Monk. Not before." I lean down and whisper in his ear. "Or would you like me to get up and leave you right now, as you are? There's a bitch in heat not five miles from here. I can sate myself easily. But jerking off can be so...unsatisfying after you almost had me..."

"Whatever you want." I let him keep my hands over my head. He wouldn't leave to fuck some nameless dog, would he? I press my lips together. No more talking. No more touching. No more nothing, just let him. Let him. I nod my head. I dare not say another word. Just nod...

Uh huh. How long do you think you can remain silent and unresponsive under my fingers? But I don't say that as I pull off my shirt and toss it aside, leaning down to kiss those firmly pressed lips. My fingers press the hinge of his jaw, making it pop open against his will, and I fill that warm, slick, tasty cavern with my tongue and teeth.

I don't want a kiss. Kissing is for love and women and sweetness. Not for this. Not for him. But I have no control anymore. Even my own body is out of my control as I groan and kiss him back. No. Don't do it. Don't respond. Don't give in so easily. Don't love the taste of him. But I do. It feels so damn good.

I pant against his mouth and nuzzle his cheek. Now he definitely doesn't want to respond, but I'm making him...forcing his body to respond to mine and I kiss him again, nicking his lip with my teeth and sucking it into my mouth, nursing the blood from it. I can smell the spike in his arousal, and fuck, it's filthy and awesome. He's sweating, which makes sense, since the sun is hot on my own back, but I can't help myself as I lick down his neck and shove my nose into the stinky, smelly pit of goodness. The taste of him is concentrated here, and I lick and bite at the fur at hand.

"Inuyasha- nga!" I am a shaking, sweating wreck. My mind is a mess, filled with images of dogs rutting in a pile. He's whining, grunting like a dog, too. It makes me want to... want to.... What is the submissive stance? I am already on my back. So I arch my back, as if I am showing him my belly. I avert my eyes. "That's so good, Inuyasha!" I bite my lip. "So damn good. You make me want to come just doing that."

I grin, pulling my face out of his armpit. "I knew you couldn't stay quiet." I muffle whatever he was going to say by kissing him again, spreading that sweaty, musky scent all over his mouth and face, licking up the side of his face, then delving into his mouth again. His body language has shifted now...he's working at being submissive, and I DO like that. I keep his mouth busy as a hand works his wrap off him, and when I release him to breathe, I bury my face in it, chewing where the scent is strongest, ignoring his erection behind me.

I shove my fist into my mouth to shut up. Gods! Oh! What do I have to do to stop myself from coming, right now? No. I don't know if I can. I can feel it begin to dribble out of my cock. Mmmm! Is it sick to lick the taste of my own sweat? To like it when it's fed to me? To open my mouth and silently pine for more? Then I am sick. Because I do love whatever Inuyasha feeds to me. I flick my tongue out and arch my back again. This time in ecstasy.

I smirk this time, and shove the wrap in his face. "You smell yourself? You smell filthy monk...an' good. Goddamn. You taste good too. Better'n any bitch in heat." There's no reason to berate or belittle him...submissive doesn't mean inferior. He's gonna be a good fuck, and if he didn't smell good, I'da never looked twice at him. "Smell yourself. Taste it."

And I do! I let him shove it in my mouth. I suck it; I know how many times I've made myself come in my wrap. How many times I’ve slept and sweated in it. And he likes it! He says it tastes good! Well, then. I'll make sure he can have a real mouthful if or when he comes back to kiss me. I wallow in it. I moan an’ rub my face in it. Yeah... I am dirty and filthy and damn good. "Mmmm...."

He's being a very good boy, without question, and licking and sucking like he was half youkai dog himself. While he's busy with that I divest myself of my pants. Fire rat hair is prickly. And I never wear wraps myself, so when I pull it out of his mouth and go back down on his tongue, it's wonderfully tasty and salty and musky. Yum. I run my claws through his hair, loosing it from that silly little tail and scrape his scalp. "What do you want Miroku..." My mouth is hot against his and I suck his tongue down again. "Tell me what you want, and maybe I'll give it to you. If you ask me pretty..."

He asks me what I want and the answer should be simple: I want to come. No, correction: I want to come, now. But no, it is not that simple, because I actually want more. I want to touch him, I want to taste him. I want to make him feel so good.... and then I want to come. He looked so delectable when he took those clothes off. Maybe he is asking me to ask for this...? "Please?" I nuzzle his nose. I lick and very gently kiss his jaw. "Please let me suck your cock?" I lick again. "Please? I'll do anything if you let me suck you just a little?"

That is a bit of a surprise, but hell...and he is asking pretty, so I shift my weight and shove my cock into his mouth, hunching over his head. With one hand I grip both his, with the other I keep myself up just a bit. Let's see what he can do. Oh, I could have sat up, or even turned around and considered sucking his cock while I let him suck mine, but that's not what I want. If he wants to suck my cock, he's gonna have to do it while I fuck his mouth. And I do.

Shit. This is more difficult than I thought it would be. Leave it to Inuyasha to make things hard. But this is just another challenge. So I open up, as much as I can. I relax my jaw, my throat, and try to loosen up y tongue a bit. Funny how Buddhist training can be applied to the strangest things. I wonder if... if little swallows will affect any sensation?

It takes him a few tries, but I keep my humping small, to let him adjust a bit, and he does. And gradually I can feel myself working down further with each thrust. And the little swallows...I can hear the almost inaudible noises he's making and I groan. "Good boy," I tell him, nuzzling his bare palm. And then I kiss the covered one, nosing the beads there, licking the cloth. Fuck, it makes me even harder, though I've done it mostly to show equality...and to show him that it doesn't frighten me, and all his parts are good to me. All of them. Being a half something and half something else...I know about things like that.

He's so gentle and rough all together. He's increasing his pace. Oh, please come in my mouth. I want to feel him sliding down my throat. Or perhaps he will come all over my face. Would he lick it off of me? Would he wipe it with his fingers and feed it back to me? I begin to suck every time he pulls back, and swallow every time he lounges in. I'm so hungry for it. For him. I look up into his eyes and I want him to know how much I want him to feel good.

I chuckle at his eagerness to please me, and he is. Pulling back, I let him nurse on the tip. I can feel how much I'm leaking, and I want him to taste that, taste me. Really taste me. I croon in my throat, as one would to a young pup, "Such a good boy for me...yes you are. Suck it...yes, like that. Suck hard."

Oh, the sound of his voice makes me want to come. But no. This is for him. For the first time in my erotic life I am being as selfless as can be. The head of his cock has the most irresistible dribble. And I suck. I suck as hard as I can, and look up at him for approval.

I pull back, out of his mouth and leave a little smear on his lip. "Yes, very good." Then I move back to kiss him, covering his body with mine completely. "Right now you belong to me. Understand? You are mine. Tell me you understand Miroku."

"I belong to you." I am very careful not to lick the drop he left on my lips without his permission. "Right now I belong to you." He feels so hot. Our sweat makes us so slick. I want to move, to rub my throbbing cock up against him but I know I have to wait for his approval. And I do want his approval. After all, I just admitted... Oh that does make me smile.

"Very good boy, Miroku." And I pet his head to prove it, then lick his lip, smirking. I already know exactly what I want to do to him. I mean, it would be easy, and obvious to fuck him now, but he's being such a good boy...I move easily, off him, pushing his legs up, his knees to his ears and exposing his entrance to the hot sun. It's a very vulnerable position. I know. I've been here. It's much more submissive than putting him on his hands and knees to lick him out. I lick my lips first though, and run my nose over everywhere, from that strong smelling hole, to his fuzzy balls, to the crease in his thigh where scent pools deliciously with the sweat. I make him wait.

"Naaa--" I'm shivering in sunlight. And it's delicious! He's fascinated with the way I smell. It's not a long human sniff, but a series of short, quick sniffs through the nose. Each tuft of breath makes me twitch. My legs, I have to keep them from jerking. I have to keep as still as I can. I have to. Oh...oh.... he's making me want to come just putting his face there. "So... yes... oh..." I bite my lip; smack my hand over my mouth. I can't take much more. He's driving me out of my mind. My cock's leaking already.

I keep him steady as I snuffle and sniff. My knees supporting his back, my hands keeping his legs apart...I don't have to use my hands to pry his ass apart, its spread, just for me. I swipe my tongue along his balls, then pay a little more attention to that taut skin between his balls and his ass. That's a very very richly sensitive area, and he jerks like a fish on a line. "It's okay good boy...you can speak...tell me...do you want something while I'm here?"

"I need to come..." I can feel my cheeks turn red admitting to it. But it comes out of my mouth before I can stop it. Maybe it is the gentle way he licks me down there. Maybe it's the way he says it. Maybe it's because he can do whatever he wants to me, and he asks me what I want instead. "'Yasha, 'msorry." I shouldn't be so selfish.

I smile at that. "Well, you've been a VERY good boy." I lick that puckered opening broadly, swiping with my whole tongue. Yum. "Mmmmm..." I apply myself, quite happily to the task at hand...er tongue, gently, encouraging that tight little muscle to open to me, softening it, working at it with nothing but my tongue; no fingers, not yet. He does need to come...I can tell, and I'll allow it, I think. I draw a nail down his cock, and gently slide it into the tip...that little slit there leaking with fluid. "You ken come...but no touching." And as though I'm not paying any attention at all to that naughty claw...it's not there to hurt after all, I'm not laying his poor cock open like a gutted fish...I go back to my very delicious work of getting him ready for me.

His claw is still in my slit. His tongue is making me crazy. He's wiggling. The claw's right there. Right there. I stare at it, watching myself dribble all over something that could neuter me in a moment. I shudder, then control my breathing, watching the sun glint behind his claw as I pour myself all over my belly. "Inuyasha..." I close my eyes and fight the urge to shift my hips until my blood stops roaring and my breathing is easier to control. His tongue is still flicking and dipping into me.

"Such a good boy!!" I pause in my attentions to remove my claw and catch up a palmful of that ejaculate. If I were half neko youkai, I'd purr, but instead I lick my hand clean, smiling at him. "I’ve been wanting to taste that for a long enough time," I remark as I suck the last finger clean, then go back to pushing my tongue as deep as I can into his entrance.

The sight of Inuyasha licking my come off his fingers would have stunned me a while ago. The feel of him fucking me with his tongue stuns me, now. And he's making me half hard, already. "How do you do that?" I whisper the question. I know he can hear it but maybe he won't mind. My hands claw the dirt as he goes deeper and deeper. Is he wiggling his tongue in there? Oh, yes! Yes! I shake my head back and forth. "I want you so bad, there. So bad!"

I grip his calves with my hands, and move so I can go even deeper with my tongue, grazing his sensitive areas with my teeth but not breaking the skin. Not there, that wouldn't feel good to him. When I come out for air, I lower his hips onto my lap and lean over him to kiss him. "How do I do that?" I murmur to him. "It's not me, it's you. You want me...you ache for me in the night, only you don't realize it. You want me inside you, to own you, to claim you. You want me...yes.” My claws trace gentle patterns on his face. ”But you don't know what you want." And I cover his mouth again.

It is the most gentle kiss. Those were the most gentle words. To want and to be accepted even though I am wanting. And I am wanting. I want, so badly. I just... I did not know it was him. But it is. I close my eyes. "Then claim me, Inuyasha." I cannot look him in the eye. "Show me what I want?"

I close my eyes briefly, still stroking his face. True, I wanted to hunt him to have him. I enjoy the fun of that...but tasting him, smelling him like this...it is knowing. And I don't know if I want to give him that much of myself. It's dangerous. And...what if there's another one? My father had two mates, two wives...except I don't want anyone else. Not Kagome, not Sango, not fucking stinking wolf-legs. It's stupid to feel so MUCH, like this. Must be nearly a new moon. Stupid human side. Stupid humans. I lean down and kiss my stupid human again, this time bringing him up to straddle the lap my knees and thighs have made for him, one arm wrapped around his back, the other cradling the back of his skull. Stupid humans...he's naked as the day he was born, save the cloth and beads on his hand...like a newborn he needs me, even if he would never admit it. I know. I can taste it.

I can sense his hesitation. I turn away when he tries to kiss me again and smile. "I understand being unsure. The future's unsure. No one knows what it will bring. Isn't that all the more reason to find someone?" Maybe I said too much. It doesn't matter. Some things are more important than sex. Wait. Did I really think that?

"Hmm." I turn his face back to mine and kiss him. "Don't turn away from me. Ever." There's the slightest growl to my voice, but it's a warning, not anger.

"I will not." I love that kiss. I love the way he holds me in place and lets me fall apart. "I promise." As much as your average monk can promise.

"Good. Gently I move him up until I'm pressed against him, and I let him decide..."What do you want then Miroku?"

"I want you inside of me?" He's so close and it is so difficult not to just press down and let him in. But I will not. I want him to do it. To want me. To take me and own me. "I want you to fuck me so hard I'm ruined. That's what I want, Inuyasha."

I inhale deeply, licking his throat as I push him down, slowly. I want him to feel me. "What do you feel, monk? Tell me." I nip at a pink nipple...pink like fucking strawberries. Yes, I know they're red, but inside...pink.

"I feel... you..." I bite my lip and control the urge to yell. "You're so big, Inuyasha. You're..." I slide down more and that place inside. "Yes!" The pain rolls into pleasure. I slide my arms over your shoulders and throw my head back as stars glimmer in sunshine. "Oh, there! Fuck me right there! Please!" His body shifts and it’s like the smoothest silk. I want to burry my head in his hair and just beg him to fuck me as hard and as fast as he possibly can. "It makes me feel like I want to be like this forever, 'Yasha."

His voice...I can feel the pain in it, taste the pleasure. "Good boy," I murmur to him again. "Very good boy." I take deep breaths of him until I push him firmly down onto my lap. I'll get to the fucking, never fear, but I take a moment to taste him. His hair, delve into an ear, lick his shuddering nose, brush my lips across his eyelids...I hold him firmly, and trace my claws over his cock and balls as they rest against me. My nails scrape his backside and I run my fingertips over the stretched skin around the base of my cock. "Be very sure that you want this..." It started out as just a fuck...hunt and fuck. Fuck and hunt. Why did he have to go and open up like this? Not that he sat down for a girl to girl chat about feelings, but you can't hide your scent from me. And I can't pretend with that scent in my nose, that all I want is a hunt and fuck...Gods above and below.

Fuck me! I'm a whimpering mess! What is he doing? The sniffing just makes me harder, makes me squirm. And squirming in my position is a bad thing. Or a good thing. No- bad. Very bad. I can't do that. "I want you. More than anyone I've ever wanted. Please?" I press my forehead against his shoulder. "Who cares where this all started And do we really have any control over where we're going, anyway? What feels right, Inuyasha?" I look into his eyes. "I know what I feel."

"Hn." I sound like my damned brother, and I rub the back of my neck where he likes to bite me. I've had it up to the tip of my cock with waiting, and I get down to what I love to do. The first lift and thrust takes his breath away, and the next several go very far into keeping it away. I growl and claw at his back, though carefully...not drawing too much blood because I'm also cradling him and holding him and supporting him. Still, those claw marks down his right shoulder? Not accidental.

It's so good. I look down at him with my mouth half open like an idiot and just gasp. Gasp because I can barely breathe. He's holding me- like a baby, but those claws are drawing blood that dribbles down my back. And the fuck! I feel like he's drilling completely through me. That beautiful, beautiful bastard. I can not control my body's shaking. I reach around and cup my ass to spread my cheeks wider and make it hurt more. "''Yasha..." His hair slides over my lips and I lick it. "Oh, fuck me, 'Yasha."

I growl, I can't help it, cause what have I been doin? Playin' pattycake? Still, I understand and I push him down, back onto his shredded robes. I take his throat between my jaws and begin to thrust. Really thrust hard. Hard enough that my teeth will draw blood just by the movement of the thrusts.

The moment those teeth touched my neck my head went back, my body went limp and I mewed. "Yesyesyesyesyesyes..." I went on and on as he kept drilling harder and harder into me. My legs went around his hips and back. "Hurt me. Hurt me. Hurt me." I want him to. "Hurt me good!"

I don't particularly want to hurt him, per se...But I understand what he's asking for, and I do my best to give it to him, thudding against his body so hard, I know there will be bruises. I release his throat and take his mouth again, viciously nicking flesh far too often, but I don't care as I suck the blood from his mouth. I care...Oh, I do care though. "You will be mine," I growl to him as I thrust. "Only mine. No one else's. Not Sango's not Kagome's...no fucking village girls or boys. MINE." Does he understand? I wonder...I'd hate to kill one of the girls after all...

"No one." Gods, may I keep that promise. Please. I suspect it would involve blood if I did not. "Not a soul. Just you. Just yours." I wonder if I can. I cup his cheek. "My body, my self- all yours." Oh! Oh, but the way he presses his body over my cock as he fucks me- mmmm! I smile into his eyes.

I'll take care of him...he doesn't need to worry. But I'm too far gone now to reassure him, and I devour his mouth again as I let myself go, not so much spilling my come into him as shoving it in and blasting it from the base of my feet and the top of my head through the tip of my cock* I want you to come too. Do it now Miroku...now." I grip the back of his skull with my talons and whisper. "Now."

All he has to do is ask. His come is dripping out of my rump, and mine splatters all over my belly, just from looking at that satisfied look on his face. "Oh, 'Yasha..." I love the way he looks right after he's come! So... happy? Yes, in a relaxed way. He looks happy. I never knew it would be so important to me to see another living being happy. Until now.

I'm careful enough to not put all my weight on him, and I stroke his face as I pant. "Mmmm?" There's something else I have to do, but that'll wait a moment. The smell of his jizz is too much, and I have to pull out and clean it up. And once it's all licked up I have to nuzzle under his balls and clean his ass, because now I can taste the way him and me taste together. Wonderful. "Lift your legs, lazy ass..."

"'Yasha!" That tickles! I watch with amazement as he licks me up. A strand of hair falls over his eyes as he licks me there. I hesitate, then I comb it away. "Inuyasha." Oh! That feels so good!

I grin, licking my lips. "Tastes good too. I'll let you have a taste when I'm done. A few more swipes, one last deep dig with my tongue and I sit back up, watching him, memorizing him this last time, because after this, it will be different. Not bad different, but different, and I soak up his eyes. "Did you know you still have a birthmark above your ass?" Those bruishes spots usually fade as kids grow up, but his didn't. It's adorable.

"Above my ass?" I smirk. "Mushin called that his target so he'd know where to kick." What is he doing, sitting up? It's like he's so far away from me. "I'm an imperfect person, Inuyasha. I might die tomorrow. I might die in fifty years. I am depraved, I am a drunk, I have nothing to give you beyond this." I stretch. "But I will give that to you. Even though it is not enough, I'll give you what I've got."

I reach out and grab his hair, pulling him close. "I know." I don't give him a chance to pull away or question as I bite his neck, hard, drawing blood, marking him, deep. It will scar differently than any other scar he's ever gotten, or ever will get. It will warn away any stray youkai who might be thinking of his ass. It marks him as mine. And when that spot on his hand consumes him at last, I will stand with him and let it take me as well.

Owari