"OMGWTFLOL" by Abraxas (2009-06-24)
Lord Sesshoumaru thought it was odd that Jaken chose to do the laundry at night.
Rin also thought it was odd - especially as her clothes seemed to feel worn and dirty after their wash - yet she was not disturbed. The little green youkai was always bizarre. She remembered all of the games they used to play together. Those things he said. Those things he did.
That night, as the fire thinned and died, Rin sneaked out of the campsite.
Jaken was working, again, at the banks of the river. The sound of wetness slapping, rhythmically, called her closer and closer like a fly to a web. It was only the reptilian, though, busy with laundry - beating clothing across rocks. She blinked, the light of the moon filtering through the trees was weak yet strong enough to reveal a few details. Mostly shape and color. White, uncurled undergarments. Green, impish creature toiling almost naked.
Rin sighed - the sights of his arms (such thin flailing limbs) and of his body (tensing) brought back a fond, if queer, memory....
Jaken was not yet naked although by the looks of it his fundoshi was about to come apart. Rin was clothed, still, despite the youkai's frantic, erratic tugging. He was so full of excitement that she was knocked by accident. She giggled watching him squirm atop of her and then she mimicked the spasms.
Jaken was too busy with his chore to notice Rin's slow and quiet advance. The girl got so close she saw exactly what the demon was doing between the rocks. Already she knew something was amiss - Rin knew how to do laundry what Jaken was doing something very different.
He grasped a fundoshi and brought it to his face. He sniffed it - no - he inhaled it. He breathed through it as if gasping for life. He rubbed it everywhere throughout his face. Then he brought it under the moonlight and examined various fecal smudges then he licked the stains.
The frenzy of his hands grasping the cloth - the fever with which he almost devoured it - reminded Rin of the way they used to play.
Almost instinctively she brought her hand through her undergarment.
It happened after a fight between Lord Sesshoumaru and the hanyou Inuyasha. The great dog demon wandered off into the wilderness. Jaken, meanwhile, did not seem to be the same, exactly....
She fidgeted with his kimono and he did not resist as it collapsed onto the ground.
"My little speckled violet," she cooed. Wilted, it would not come to life. Rough. Cold. Scaly. It appeared to be dead. She cried realizing it would not respond to her affection. "What's wrong, Jaken?"
The demon did not answer, rather, it stood to refasten its underwear.
The girl blinked at the scar along Jaken's waist. It had not been there. And Rin wondered if it was anything to do with his death.
Suddenly the soft, warm feel of her hand was replaced by jagged, cool fingers. She opened her eyes to see Jaken poking and prodding. He pressed his face against her body between her legs and sniffed. Then, probing further, he rubbed her fundoshi against her body like a washcloth to soak her juices. And when sated he ripped it away and wrapped it about his face.
Rin hugged Jaken tightly, squeezing and groping, she mimicked his jittering.
"What's wrong Jaken?" she asked.
"Oh, make me harder, harder, Rin, please!" he begged.
"I don't know how...."
"Shake, please - shake!"
The reptilian tensed and gazed with a strange almost pained face. His hug tightened and then - all of a sudden - he spasmed. And then she felt something very, very hard between her legs....
"Did I do it, Jaken? You're acting so funny, Jaken," she laughed watching his reaction.
That hard whateveritwas got wet and wet and wet....
Jaken worked into a frenzy that demanded a release. It used to be impossible. Until he started to work with the undergarments. He found it by accident - when he inhaled Rin's first menstruation - he gagged. Yet, with that mix of stimulus and reflex, he created a new kind of climax.
Now that she was there in flesh and blood the urge could not be stopped!
"Oh, you dirty, dirty, little girl!" he gasped through the fundoshi. "I'll make you dirty, Rin!"
"Make me dirty!"
Jaken threw off the undergarment. His mouth opened, wide, and with a shake from head to toe he hurled against Rin's face.
A dirty, nasty but intimate act - a kind of affection only Rin was capable of extracting!
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