Title: The Second Oldest Profession
Author: n0t_again
Rating: Adult +
Characters: Miroku
Genre, Canon-ish dark!smut
Words: 250
Summary: It's a living and the void is always hungry, just like the rest of him.
All "InuYasha" characters belong to Rumiko Takahashi and associated copyright holders. No money is being made from this fan fiction. No infringement is intended.
"Oh my god… don't stop…" the woman writhing under him begged between panting breaths.
"Almost there, beauty?" he murmured down at her, lifting a creamy leg over his shoulder, and slinging sweat-soaked black hair out of his eyes. Miroku worked his hips back and forth in a tight rhythm, slapping skin to hot skin.
"Mmmm…!" moaned his partner as the she twisted herself to engulf him completely within wet, hot yet somehow various depths.
He felt her grip on his slippery cock increase as she began to milk him like a warm, friendly hand. Using all his well-practiced detachment, Miroku drew his lover hard into his lap as he sped up within her and just fucked like there could be no tomorrow.
His mistress screamed as she came, her voice rising through the human registers to hit a super-sonic wail. Dark claws exploded from long graceful fingertips and white, blind serpent's boiled and gnashed from the once-warm brown eyes. The transfigured demoness thrashed in her ecstasy and never knew what hit her when her hard-eyed lover unleashed his voided hand to suck her into a spaghettified oblivion.
Panting in exertion and pent-up, half-satisfied lust, Miroku slowly stretched his bent legs and reached for his robes. He was such a slut for his work. Picking a wayward mote of slowly settling grime from his hair as the wind died, and readjusting himself to lessen the ache of his tight balls, the monk left the dark hut to hunt for more prey…