A Little Help
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InuYasha › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
6,697
Reviews:
9
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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A Little Help
© Salome Wilde, 2008
Author's Note: Originally written for the "first time" prompt at LJ community iyhedonism with a 350 word limit. Needed to pop my Kirara-smut cherry. Like it?
A Little Help
It was only fair to repay his sparring partner for her selfless efforts on his behalf. He’d mastered Kaze no Kizu, and it was largely Kirara that had made it possible, and so quickly. Even if it wasn’t normal for inu to be drawn to neko, when she was endlessly trilling that strange, three-note melody and rubbing up against everything in her path, how could he not understand--and give back as good as he’d gotten?
And hell, Kagome need never find out.
It surprised him that no one else seemed to have noticed what was going on. Miroku was obsessed with reaching the next village, where he had been told of a Lord’s beautiful, possessed daughter who shunned clothing and danced nightly. Sango was therefore intent on punishing Miroku for his proclivities. Kagome, meanwhile, was preoccupied with Shippo, who was uncharacteristically quiet since their encounter with the Thunder Brothers.
Using the excuse of additional training, Inuyasha got Kirara alone one morning in the training pasture, and gave them both what they so sorely needed. She stalked him in long, sensuous passes, and he wondered why he’d never noticed the softness of her fur. He stripped in haste and gripped his cock, which Kirara came immediately to nuzzle and lick. Then, turning and crouching to match their hip heights, she arched and gave him access.
Instantly hard at her thick, heavy aroma, he grasped her thighs and thrust inside. He groaned a guttural “Fuuuck” to accompany her hungry purr as her tails thrashed and whipped his face and body. Her size made her loose and comfortable around his prick, so he rode her a good, long time. But when at last his muscles tightened and he burst inside her, she sang loudly for more. He obliged with a ready hand, claws sheathed as best he could. Neko or not, Kirara knew what she wanted.
When at last they returned to camp, both were blissfully exhausted. As they collapsed together in a heap, Miroku remarked, “Some training session.”
“Damn right,” Inuyasha replied, smiling widely as Kirara offered a quiet, contented trill.
Author's Note: Originally written for the "first time" prompt at LJ community iyhedonism with a 350 word limit. Needed to pop my Kirara-smut cherry. Like it?
It was only fair to repay his sparring partner for her selfless efforts on his behalf. He’d mastered Kaze no Kizu, and it was largely Kirara that had made it possible, and so quickly. Even if it wasn’t normal for inu to be drawn to neko, when she was endlessly trilling that strange, three-note melody and rubbing up against everything in her path, how could he not understand--and give back as good as he’d gotten?
And hell, Kagome need never find out.
It surprised him that no one else seemed to have noticed what was going on. Miroku was obsessed with reaching the next village, where he had been told of a Lord’s beautiful, possessed daughter who shunned clothing and danced nightly. Sango was therefore intent on punishing Miroku for his proclivities. Kagome, meanwhile, was preoccupied with Shippo, who was uncharacteristically quiet since their encounter with the Thunder Brothers.
Using the excuse of additional training, Inuyasha got Kirara alone one morning in the training pasture, and gave them both what they so sorely needed. She stalked him in long, sensuous passes, and he wondered why he’d never noticed the softness of her fur. He stripped in haste and gripped his cock, which Kirara came immediately to nuzzle and lick. Then, turning and crouching to match their hip heights, she arched and gave him access.
Instantly hard at her thick, heavy aroma, he grasped her thighs and thrust inside. He groaned a guttural “Fuuuck” to accompany her hungry purr as her tails thrashed and whipped his face and body. Her size made her loose and comfortable around his prick, so he rode her a good, long time. But when at last his muscles tightened and he burst inside her, she sang loudly for more. He obliged with a ready hand, claws sheathed as best he could. Neko or not, Kirara knew what she wanted.
When at last they returned to camp, both were blissfully exhausted. As they collapsed together in a heap, Miroku remarked, “Some training session.”
“Damn right,” Inuyasha replied, smiling widely as Kirara offered a quiet, contented trill.