Fanfic: Full Moon Madness
Title: Full Moon Madness
Fandom: Inuyasha
Pairing/Character: Sango/Miroku
Community/Prompt: inumadmusings/Fetish 11 - "Role Play"
Word Count: 1001 words
Chapters: oneshot
Rating: MA
Genre: Smut, Thriller
disclaimer: The characters and world of InuYasha are not mine, they are property of Rumiko Takahashi, Shogakukan, Yomiuri TV, Sunrise, and Viz. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Warnings: Explicit Sex, Role Play (Fetish)
Story Description: Demon and demon slayer meet in the dark of night. Not a soul is around to save her.
Full Moon Madness
By Sarga
The full moon illuminated the the night, casting it's ghostly glow on everything that moved. Surreal shadows, cast by that eerie light under the dense foliage of the forest, hid the contents of the trees beyond the clearing.
Including the demon.
Sang controlled her breath, her training kicking in as she fought down another wave of panic that threatened to overwhelm her.
If he caught her...
Sango bolted from her hiding spot, determined to make it to the safety of the next copse of trees before her pursuer caught up with her. No sound had betrayed his position, so she was almost certain she was free and clear.
Reaching the safe darkness of the more densely packed trees, Sango dropped to her knees and dug with bare hands into the dirt at the base of a particularly large tree. Smearing the dirt over her body as quickly as she could, the demon slayer masked her scent and darkened her skin. Neither scent nor sight would aid her pursuer this night.
Kicking the dirt back into the hole, Sango took several more steadying breaths as she surveyed her surroundings. She was less than two hours from Kaede's village. Inuyasha and Kagome were there. If she could make it until then, Sango would be home safe and sound.
Distracted by her plans for escape, Sango almost missed the tell-tale shift of shadow from the other side of the clearing. Senses alert once more, Sango backed away from that shifting shadow slowly, not daring to breath for fear the sound would alert her pursuer to her location. When she was far enough away that his sharp ears would not be able to detect her footfalls, she spun on her heel and ran.
...face first into a hard chest.
“Tut-tut, slayer,” the demonic voice was gravelly, his dark humour cold and unforgiving.
The chills that shot down Sango's spine settled not in the pit of her stomach but much, much lower.
And the demon knew it.
Too late, Sango tried to pull back. His hands grasped her shoulders firmly, his sharp nails digging painfully in to her flesh through the cloth. Flashes of pain stoked the fire between her legs and it was all the demon slayer could do not to succumb to the thrall of the demon that held her so tightly.
“I know your weakness, human,” the demon rasped, a thrum deep in his chest promising more pain - more delicious pain - before the night was through.
Without another word, the demon's lips were on hers. His teeth bit into the soft flesh of her mouth until they drew blood, and this time the slayer did succumb. Moaning as the beast ravaged her lips, Sango gave in and pressed herself against his throbbing, cloth-bound cock. Rubbing her hands along its meaty length, Sango revelled in the sound of his choked growl.
“Slayer.” The word was her only warning before she was thrown to the ground, the padding of her demon slayer uniform the only thing preventing her knees from becoming abraded on the rough forest floor. Pulling at the sash at her waist, Sango was relieved of the duty by one swipe of the demon's hand. He had sliced through the cloth, nicking the skin and drawing a trickle of blood from the curve of her backside as he tore the fabric downward further to reveal her excited pussy to his eager gaze.
“Good bitch,” the demon muttered as he used one hand to press Sango's upper back lower and the other to release his throbbing erection. Stroking the engorged head of his thick rod along Sango's slickening cunt, the demon growled in feral delight. Aligning his cock with her delicious depths, he thrust in hard, pulling the demon slayer's hips back toward his thrusts.
The beast's nails dug into Sango's flesh and she could feel the pleasure build from the pain he was inflicting. In her excitement she thrust back eagerly, earning what she knew were cuts that would take days to heal.
“Sango... good... bi...bitch!” the demon's breath was short and both of them knew the other was on edge.
Taking the demon slayer firmly by the hips, the demon pulled her back until she was sitting on his thrusting cock. His knees were folded under himself seiza as he pulled the human woman's back toward his chest, even as he continued to pump into her depths. With harsh, panting breaths the demon growled his possession into the slayer's ear.
“You're mine, bitch!”
As he bit down on her shoulder, Sango came hard, her inner walls squeezing the demon until he was sure his cock would be strangled.
No.
Not strangled...
With a roar, the demon followed the slayer, his seed spurting deeply into the waiting cavern of her body. She took every drop of him, her spasming flesh enhancing both of their pleasure.
Still sheathed inside of his lover, he shifted until his back was against a tree. Letting his hand idly caress her cloth-bound chest, the panting demon slayer reacted to his embrace with a tired moan.
“Do you remember where you stashed the spare clothes, Miroku?” Sango panted, her wet pussy likely to grow cold once she separated from her 'demon' lover. He had ripped through her clothing after all.
“Mmm. Near the clearing, somewhere,” Miroku mumbled, still stroking Sango's breast through her demon-slayer suit.
“Morning?” Sango yawned, pulling herself off of her lover's deflating penis.
“Mmm-hmm. Robes'll do for tonight,” Miroku agreed, pulling both of his robes off, laying one on the ground and leaving the other as a make-shift blanket.
As the couple nestled into their 'bed' of sorts, Sango's brilliant smile reflected beautifully in the moonlight.
“Thanks for indulging me, Miroku,” Sango whispered into his hair before kissing the back of his head.
Miroku smirked silently, squeezing his hand over Sango's.
“It was my pleasure,” Miroku whispered.
As would it be his pleasure when she returned the favour...