200 Words of Smut : Owned
Dec. 11th, 2006 01:53 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Fandom: Inuyasha
Pairing: Sesshy and Miroku
Rating: NC-17
Series: The 200 Words of Sesshy/Miroku Smut Series
Disclaimer: Rumiko Takahashi is the happy creator, I'm just a fangirl with a dirty mind.*grin*
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Pairing: Sesshy and Miroku
Rating: NC-17
Series: The 200 Words of Sesshy/Miroku Smut Series
Disclaimer: Rumiko Takahashi is the happy creator, I'm just a fangirl with a dirty mind.*grin*
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The monk froze. Now he had done it. He would surely die now. Waiting the final pain to come he waited in the ground.
But his admission seemed to have excited the demon lord. Gor he felt the hardness fill him again, even though he was still slick from just moments before. Maybe now the youkai lord thought he had him under his absolute control.
Being the lecher he was, he leaned back and enjoyed the attention. This time was brutal, the second round after his admission even more so. It excited him. Being ground into the forest floor he pondered why he had said those three words. Soon lust clouded his brain and coherent thought fled him.
There was only him and the excuisite creature looming over him, pounding into him. He screamed his silver haired lover's name to the stars.
Panting, moaning and writhing he lay on the ground, his body as if on fire from the mixed sensations of intense pleasure and pain. The other owned him, filled his heart and made his body something that wasn't his anymore. No one else could have make him feel this way.
It was decadent. Indecent. Debauched. It was paradise.
But his admission seemed to have excited the demon lord. Gor he felt the hardness fill him again, even though he was still slick from just moments before. Maybe now the youkai lord thought he had him under his absolute control.
Being the lecher he was, he leaned back and enjoyed the attention. This time was brutal, the second round after his admission even more so. It excited him. Being ground into the forest floor he pondered why he had said those three words. Soon lust clouded his brain and coherent thought fled him.
There was only him and the excuisite creature looming over him, pounding into him. He screamed his silver haired lover's name to the stars.
Panting, moaning and writhing he lay on the ground, his body as if on fire from the mixed sensations of intense pleasure and pain. The other owned him, filled his heart and made his body something that wasn't his anymore. No one else could have make him feel this way.
It was decadent. Indecent. Debauched. It was paradise.
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Date: 2006-12-11 01:59 am (UTC)*Scurries away to send Saraste new K/M ficcie*
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Date: 2006-12-11 07:14 am (UTC)