"What Did He/She/He Do?" by Dr. Abraxas (2011-07-02)
Miroku could not believe it.
The shack - it was as if a tornado raged through it. Drawn deeper and deeper the monk noticed the other, incontrovertible evidences... The articles - scattered and forgotten. The whip - unfurled. And the juices of the sexes pooled about the floor.
"What did they do?"
The wolf projected defiance. The slayer was not fooled. A trick was enough to topple that demon - Koga! Sango glared at the captive with a shade of mischief.
"What to do, woman, hold a wolf by the tail forever?"
A smile appeared to answer as much as taunt the Brave.
She swatted his braid. She grasped his cheek. She clutched his ear. Suddenly the beast snapped at the hand.
"I'm going to hold." She pawed at his chest. "I'm going to yank." She tugged at his waist. The demon tightened its grasp onto the beam against which it stood yet did not resist. The belt yielded and the asymmetric desert cloth unwrapped about his thighs. The cloth slipped and exposed a tawny little treasure. "I'm going to squeeze," she clutched his sack, "squeeze," massaged his tiny little balls - dark flesh against pale palm - "squeeze..."
With a tear against that kimono the slayer, too, was naked.
Sango's teats displayed a fresh set of toothmarks.
Koga's eyes did not waver.
It was a shock when the whip came into play.
The leather kissed their skin, adorning their flesh with dewy droplets of red. The sight of it aroused a hunger within Koga that Sango watched with glee - the slayer teased with the tip of the whip those involuntary physical reactions it drew out of the demon. The tensing, heaving. The tongue wagging, darting. The cock lengthening, widening. The sack retreating out of her grasp...
Their lips met and so their world was simply their bodies, naked, pressed. Together they fell aback, arms across waists. They slumped as they slid down, down the wall.
Someway. Somehow. Amid the whole of that tussle - his cockhead nestled between the swell of her cunt...
She whispered so violently she bit into his ear - "I mark you!"
"Woman! - do you know what you do -" and with a growl...
Miroku dipped a finger into the pool their sex formed and tasted their remnant.
"That was how you came to be, my sweet, sweet nectar."