Jerking Off

It was too fucking hot, sweat sticking his hair to the back of his neck. Steam drifted from the edge of the hot spring, its moist breath like a taunt against his lips…an open-mouthed kiss with no penetration.

He growled to himself as he squatted in the brush, perspiration making his balls itch, frustration keeping him hard a rock. Humid nights, summer sweat in darkness; it made his skin twitch and sting. The sky was sullen with the approaching storm. Middle of the goddamn night and he kept waiting.

It was going to be worth it.

Figured it out last month, stalking through the forest on a dark night. He smiled and licked his fangs, the coppery taste already on his tongue.

On the other side of the spring, a slim figure appeared. Shy and alone, a human was so vulnerable at night. After a quick glance around, clothing started to peel slowly away from milk-white skin. He stifled a groan and started to work his cock, grunting with each stroke.

Sweat on his fingers, salt on his lips, he thrust into his hand. Foreskin sliding easy now, knees spread wide as he watched his prey. He imagined soft lips around his shaft, staring down into wide dark eyes as he forced himself down an unwilling throat. The thought of oral rape made his balls tighten, imagining his fist in the dark soft hair got him so hot that he had to slow his hand or come too soon.

He leaned forward to rest his free hand on the ground for support. Yeah, that was more like it. His hips moved on their own, his toes dug into the soft ground to keep from sliding. He kept his eyes on the pale flesh in the hot spring, licked his lips again as water dripped from wet hair to slip between the cheeks of a perfectly rounded ass.

He sure as hell didn’t want Kagome to find out about this. Caught watching, caught jerking himself off…she might never speak to him again. If that wasn’t bad enough, what if he slipped up, made his darkest fantasies become darker truth?

Snarling, he burst from his hiding place and threw himself at the startled bather. Water splashed around them, slicking his skin as they fought. Filled with lust and rage, he dragged his prey down, holding him under until the flailing arms weakened and the screams became only pathetic whimpers.

Dragging his half-drowned victim from the water, Kouga cursed to himself and flung Inuyasha on the ground. The dark haired boy coughed and gagged, unable to defend himself when Kouga seized his hips.

“Now you done it, mutt-face,” he muttered, tearing into the soft flesh like hot steel. Warm blood surrounded his cock as he thrust furiously, sweat and water slicking their bodies together in hateful sex.

Make it hurt, make him pay, fuck him hard and fill his ass with my hot…

Falling heavily to his knees as his seed flowed over his fingers, he could hardly breathe as his climax burned like acid in his throat. His spent cock was starting to soften and Kouga leaned back, licking the salty fluid from his palm.

Came so hard he actually felt weak in the knees this time.

“Best one yet,” he whispered and wished every night was moonless. Human Inuyasha couldn’t hear or smell him…that did take some of the fun out of it. Stupid ass was still in the hot spring, muttering and splashing around clumsily.

Completely oblivious to the fact that he’d just been violated…or that Kouga was even there at all.

“Can’t have that,” the wolf muttered as he moved stealthily to the far edge of the spring. When Inuyasha ducked under the surface, Kouga darted out to wipe his semen-smeared hand on Inuyasha’s haori. When the hanyou’s sense of smell returned, he’d know Kouga had been there.

And the next time they met, there’d be hell to pay.

Kouga was counting on it.