Feel of His Very Essence
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Feel of His Very Essence
Title: Feel of His Very Essence
Author: Saraste
Rating: Adult
Pairing: Inuyasha/Miroku
Genre: poetic pwp smut laced with fluff, MPREG
Wordcount: 410
A/N: Written for week 33 - scent at iyhedonism in December 2008.
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Inuyasha threw his head back, his mind thrumming with the olfactory sensation. It was also too much for him. Making his skin prickle, blood burn in his veins.
It was scintillating, full and sweet. Mesmerizing. Rich and thick. His hands wound tighter around his beloveds form as he drew in more of his scent, breath ghosting on the dark hairs in his neck. Drawing in more of the essence of him he so craved. Changed exponentially by the new sweetness added to it.
It made his mind reel to know he'd made him ripe with his seed. That it was him who had brought forth this change. This added sliver of novelty forth. His scent mixing with his beloveds in a new and exiting way.
The fruit of their love nestling within his mate, his lover, his beloved human. Changing his alluring aroma to something new. Inuaysha could taste the smell on his tongue, reminding him of his mate's vulnerability at this time. Intoxicating as it filled his nostrils, making him growl softly in contentment.
Ripe and rich. Inviting. Decadent as always.
He gave Miroku's neck a long lick, a moan escaping from the other man's lips, his pulse throbbing under his tongue. Irresistible.
Thrusting up, the monk's scent spiked as his breath hitched, the hands clasped in Inuyasha's gripping tight.
Making soft, slow, torturous love to his beloved, Inuyasha let himself drown. Drown in the utter delectability which was his mate's essence as transferred by odorous means. He was completely addicted to the scent, especially the sweetness of Miroku's child-heavy scent mixed with his arousal. Buried inside him, hands over his ripe form, he held him, breathing into his neck and tasting, scenting.
Marking him with his own scent.
Coming inside of Miroku to hear his sweet murmurs, hands cradling the gentle curve of his abdomen as the man cried out after him, his desire quenched. Just holding him in the moment and breathing, the air around them heavy with their laboured breath. With the odours of their ardour lingering around them, the utter rich abundance which was Miroku as he lay in his mate's arms, spent and inviting, embracing him.
Savouring the moment.
His always. Loving every nuance of Miroku's scent from the sweetness to the bitter tang of anxiety, the salt of tears and come, the feel of his very essence. The soft ecstasy of his orgasm. His scent ever changing, pulsating, filling Inuyasha's mind.
Enchanting.
Author: Saraste
Rating: Adult
Pairing: Inuyasha/Miroku
Genre: poetic pwp smut laced with fluff, MPREG
Wordcount: 410
A/N: Written for week 33 - scent at iyhedonism in December 2008.
* * * * * * * *
Inuyasha threw his head back, his mind thrumming with the olfactory sensation. It was also too much for him. Making his skin prickle, blood burn in his veins.
It was scintillating, full and sweet. Mesmerizing. Rich and thick. His hands wound tighter around his beloveds form as he drew in more of his scent, breath ghosting on the dark hairs in his neck. Drawing in more of the essence of him he so craved. Changed exponentially by the new sweetness added to it.
It made his mind reel to know he'd made him ripe with his seed. That it was him who had brought forth this change. This added sliver of novelty forth. His scent mixing with his beloveds in a new and exiting way.
The fruit of their love nestling within his mate, his lover, his beloved human. Changing his alluring aroma to something new. Inuaysha could taste the smell on his tongue, reminding him of his mate's vulnerability at this time. Intoxicating as it filled his nostrils, making him growl softly in contentment.
Ripe and rich. Inviting. Decadent as always.
He gave Miroku's neck a long lick, a moan escaping from the other man's lips, his pulse throbbing under his tongue. Irresistible.
Thrusting up, the monk's scent spiked as his breath hitched, the hands clasped in Inuyasha's gripping tight.
Making soft, slow, torturous love to his beloved, Inuyasha let himself drown. Drown in the utter delectability which was his mate's essence as transferred by odorous means. He was completely addicted to the scent, especially the sweetness of Miroku's child-heavy scent mixed with his arousal. Buried inside him, hands over his ripe form, he held him, breathing into his neck and tasting, scenting.
Marking him with his own scent.
Coming inside of Miroku to hear his sweet murmurs, hands cradling the gentle curve of his abdomen as the man cried out after him, his desire quenched. Just holding him in the moment and breathing, the air around them heavy with their laboured breath. With the odours of their ardour lingering around them, the utter rich abundance which was Miroku as he lay in his mate's arms, spent and inviting, embracing him.
Savouring the moment.
His always. Loving every nuance of Miroku's scent from the sweetness to the bitter tang of anxiety, the salt of tears and come, the feel of his very essence. The soft ecstasy of his orgasm. His scent ever changing, pulsating, filling Inuyasha's mind.
Enchanting.