Title: Sedating Sango
Published: August 9, 2008
Written For: IYHedonism Week 14: Yuri
Genre: PWP
Universe: Canon
Rating: X
Word Count: 400
Characters: Sango/Kirara
Warnings: Bestiality!
Summary: Sango has been way too tense lately, and someone has decided to take care of it.
One thing she noticed about her master lately is that she liked to bathe more often. Ever since she met Kagome, she bathed herself whenever she was able - even when Kagome was back in her own time.
Another thing she noticed about her master was the tension. Sango moved stiffly, snapped at the others in the group, and often went off by herself to let off some steam, often resulting in massive landscape damage.
Kirara decided that enough was enough. She would help her master to relax whether Sango wanted it or not.
It was a simple matter to sneak up on Sango in kitten-form while she crouched by the side of the water, working the stains from her yukata. She wasn't wearing anything—and why would she? She would take a bath of her own when she was done working, anyway.
She shimmied underneath Sango, rolled over on her back, and took a tentative lick at her master's snatch.
"Kirara!" Sango shrieked, dropping her laundry in shock. She tried to move away from the two-tailed cat, but Kirara was having none of it. With a whirl of fire she transformed into her larger self, sending Sango toppling to the ground. She stood before her master, placing her massive paws on each of her human's legs, and leaned in to lick again.
Sango's body shuddered, and she struggled weakly to get away, but Kirara could smell her master's arousal, hear her heartbeat quicken, hear her breath hitch. Her large, rough tongue almost completely covered Sango's womanly flesh, and every stroke left her master awash with sensations until she was too caught up in the moment to fight it.
Kirara laved her master reverently, working her tongue into every crevice, sweeping it over her clitoris, dipping it into her and tasting her most private essence. Sango whimpered and bucked with every stroke, her fingers dug into Kirara's fur as if trying to pull the firecat in deeper, closer.
And then her master was crying out as all the tension that had been coiled up inside her released in a powerful orgasm, her entrance pulsing heavily against Kirara's tongue, and the cat obediently continued until Sango had finished.
"Kirara," Sango whispered, laying relaxed on the ground afterwards, almost asleep. As she stroked Kirara, the cat purred with satisfaction. Only she was close enough to Sango to make her forget everything.