Chapter 2:
InuYasha's First Love… Sorta.
Disclaimer: You know of course… That I don't own InuYasha.
H.M: Okay, this is the first lemon. I hope I did okay… Well, anyway… Um, just so you all won't be confused, InuYasha's him's and he's into hers and she's. Cause you would've been confused if I didn't.
His eyes widened, and she thought he breathed her name, and suddenly she found herself being gently laid down onto the grass as his lips once again sealed over hers in a desperate, hungry kiss. Then she was on her back with him grinding his straining erection against her. The sensation of that rigid length probing hard against her opening made the slow, liquidy burning in her stomach grow even warmer.
And then his hands were on her body, and her kimono top and pants were neatly torn away and flung haphazardly across the room, his own pants following with a hard kick. And his mouth was nuzzling hot, wet kisses down her chest as his hands kneaded her naked breasts, lifting them to his hungry lips so he could suckle and lick and taste to his heart's content, her breathless cries of pleasure urging him on.
He continued to caress down over her stomach, his mouth never leaving her breasts. But before she had time to become embarrassed at being so completely exposed before him, his strong hands were lifting her hips, and suddenly his mouth was there, closing over her core and he was sucking and licking and she was melting, burning, floating as his tongue invaded her body, curling around the little tangle of nerves that made her shake with reaction, probing into her deeply, drinking her, making love to her with his mouth.
Cries of pleasure flowed from her mouth as he swiftly built her up, preparing her, bringing her to the brink of something wonderful that she could hardly begin to describe. And then, with a final hard probe of his tongue against her core she was tumbling over the edge, but before she hit the ground his mouth was suddenly on hers again and she could taste herself on his lips, barely having time to acknowledge that before he was shifting above her, his hands spreading her legs wide. And then something else was probing at her entrance, something thick and rigid and warm slipping into her, caressing her slick channel inch by inch, pushing deep and hard into her passage until she was suddenly filled with everything that was Miroku. A deep groan echoed in her ears as a warm, heavy weight settled against her, pressing hip-to-hip as her legs tangled around him and his arms embraced her tightly.
There was pain, somewhere in the back of her mind, but she was detached, floating in the aftermath of her climax, and all she could really feel was the intrusion of her body, Miroku's engorged cock stretching her in strange new ways, pulsing against her inner muscles. He lay very still as she shifted, trying to adjust to the size and length of him, his breath coming in low groans as he waited impatiently for her to be ready. Finally, though, he appeared to reach his limit and pulled out of her, causing gasps to escape both of their throats as the movement of hypersensitive flesh against flesh sent streaks of erotic sensation through their bodies. He pushed back in again, straining against her as far as he could go, and she whimpered as her hips rose to meet his. And then he began to move, riding her body as he'd done earlier, and oh it was so much better with him moving inside of her and she closed her eyes and panted and gasped as he bucked against her with hard, powerful thrusts, flesh slapping against flesh as he penetrated deeply and fully into her, finally finding the release his body craved.
It didn't last long. In truth, Miroku had wanted to make it last as long as possible, as much for her pleasure as for his, but the erotic pleasure only seemed to increase with each slick pull and thrust, until he felt ready to explode. And explode he did, after a final violent push, lifting her hips for the deepest penetration he could find, feeling her clench vise-like around him, and let go, crying out as his seed erupted from his body in a violent flood. He pulsed and strained against her for long, long moments as she held him in her most intimate embrace, her second release triggering an even more violent reaction than the first.
Finally, the violent flow faded and, empty and spent, Miroku collapsed onto quivering elbows and rolled to his back, dragging her with him to drape her over his own form, still joined to her body. He smiled down at the girl on top of him. Miroku had been having strong feelings towards InuYasha for a long time now and he felt no regrets towards what they had done.
Until he realized that… InuYasha wasn't moving. Nor was she speaking, but he knew she wasn't sleeping. Did she… was she regretting? "InuYasha," he murmured, stroking her back soothingly. "Are you all right?"
She shifted a little. "Um… yeah," she mumbled, nuzzling her face into his chest.
"Are you sure?" he couldn't quite keep the smug grin off his face as he looked down his chest at her, now that he knew she was still alive.
"Can't… move… just yet. Gimmie a minute…" she slurred, raising her head to pout up at him. "I think you broke my back." She accused darkly, and was rewarded with a small chuckled and a squeeze to her behind that made her yelp.
"Your back is fine. You wouldn't have felt that otherwise." He teased and she stuck her tongue out at him in retaliation as she slowly rose to a sitting position.
She immediately stilled, however, at the look that came over Miroku's face… and the definite feeling of his limp cock once again growing thick and hard inside of her. Her eyes widened as her mouth dropped a little. "A-again?" she squeaked.
"Apparently so," he croaked, closing his eyes in bliss when she shifted to better adjust her walls around his stiffening length, squeezing him tightly in the process. He grinned up at her, gripping her hips to lift her and bring her down on top of him again, making her gasp in pleasure. "Ah… InuYasha… Well, then, apparently, as we may be here for awhile… what say you to a little… experimentation?"
InuYasha gulped.
Miroku grinned.
And proceeded to show her just how gratifying a good, long bout of experimenting could be.
In the hut…
Hikari silently stared up at her ceiling, grinning at the thought of what was going on between the two friends outside.
InuYasha screamed again.
Covering her mouth, Hikari tried to stifle a laugh. Every time InuYasha's voice screamed Miroku's name, a rather loud snicker would escape through her lips.
'It seems InuYasha's feminine needs hit him head on… This might prove to be quite the interesting journey…' she thought and laughed once more as InuYasha screamed Miroku's name for the billionth time.
End Chapter 2H.M: Yay! Alright, Chapter Two is up and gone, and now I hafta write Chapter 3! … Great… another chapter… --;
I.P: Oh, quite whining. You write these things in two seconds flat. You don't have to think.
H.M: Whatever… Anyway, thanks to all my lovely fans out there who actually reviewed like I asked for you all to do. Glares
I.P: Incase you didn't catch that, she wants you to review.