21 October 2011
Note: Been a while since I added to my Inuyasha collection. Go girls go! Originally written for hentai-contest's "redo" prompt.
Warnings: Hint o' loli and blood.
The Do-Over
Sango leapt into the air with the lithe power of a demon-slayer in her prime and took Miroku down with one well-placed kick. That it was more satisfying than a slap across the pervert's face could not be disputed, nor could the knowledge that Kagome was entirely right in her advice that it was more than high time to take back the adventure.
How feeble was Naraku, Kagura smiled behind her fan, once she actually came to fight him. Her wind power drove him back and back, tumbling head over tentacles, and he never landed a single blow once the challenge had been initiated. She giggled like a happy child, though with an adult woman's wrath behind it, as she scampered off to find the strange priestess from the future who had rescued her heart-in more ways than one-and brought her this opportunity for vengeance and a chance to take back the adventure.
With a haughty yet feminine sound of derision, the elegant Lady of the West rent her precious son's armor with poisoned precision. Her sharp-taloned attack left him exposed, but her next sent his weapon sailing and sliced his hakama and fundoshi open in one neat motion. No point in wasting time, the nimble beauty knew. Having his tiny prick exposed was enough to grant Sesshoumaru's mother the win, and he flew off to lick his wounds-or more likely to get Jaken to lick them-as she scooped up Rin and went to greet the young mortal who had instigated this plan to take back the adventure.
Kagome did not even need her beads to lay Inuyasha low. She's simply drugged his ramen, then, when he was unconscious, hogtied him back-to-back with Miroku (whom Sango had brought over), then had Kirara deposit them in a deep quarry for safekeeping. While this took place, she and Sango quickly undressed one another and, with a few unchaste and hasty kisses, did their best to wait for the others to arrive to begin to take back the adventure.
Rin waved from the Lady of the West's arms, already naked like the happy animal she was, wrapped in the fur which was all Sesshoumaru's noble mother was wearing. They sailed by as Kagura approached, also bare but for her fan and the feather that held her petite and lovely pale body. She swooped down and grabbed Kagome as Sango was lifted into the returning Kirara's soft fur.
All arrived nearly simultaneously at the top of Mount Hakurei, where Kagome had left Kouga of the Wolves tied to a stake. He growled and whined even as he ogled and drooled, his cock lifting his pelt as it hardened. Kagome delighted in this masculine display as she held her ritual knife aloft. All the women watched as she made a neat cut in his foreskin and the blood flowed. Each in turn coated her hands and dabbed one another's faces and breasts, scarcely hearing Kouga's yowling complaint-more that he was getting no action than that he was bleeding at the cockhead.
From the blood ritual to the orgy was but a moment's delay, as mouth's crushed, fingers delved, cunts glistened, and nipples were sucked. Sango paused to knock Kouga out lest he ruin the celebration with his whistles and catcalls. Then the scent of wild and wet womanhood filled the air from midday to sundown, stopping only when all took to the sky again with a cry of triumph and many an oni to slay as they took back the adventure!