"Youjo" by Abraxas (2009-10-03)
How it started they could not say. It just happened. She was there. He was there. Bound, as it were, by a common love of Sesshoumaru. As unlikely as it was, given their history, they found solace within each other's company.
Yet there remained a vacuum that resisted fulfilment. They tried to hide those repressed intimate urges but could not withstand the impulses. And, to be sure, the method of that expression was without notice through subtle little touches here and there.
Jaken, stirred by scents of flowers, pushed the woman against the wall. He tore her obi. He spread her kimono. His feet dug into the fabric where it collected between her legs while he reached and fastened restraints.
"...tsukitsumeru....shokushu..."
Kagura was sweating - squirming and gasping. Her face glowed with desire while reptilian fingers danced about her sex. Her body burst with ecstacy as lizard skin brushed against her flesh. She shuddered, yanking the chains, wetting her thighs, displaying the fruits of orgasm.
The imp licked the woman's swollen lips. Wet. Smooth. But there used to be another. And there that virginity was not illusion....
Jaken, spurred by passion, uttered "youjo" while devouring the essence of the girl.
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