Fanfic: Cumming Up Short
Title: Cumming Up Short
Fandom: Inuyasha
Pairing/Character: Inuyasha/Kagome
Community/Prompt: inumadmusings/Fetish 15 - "Amputee Fetish"
Word Count: 414 words
Chapters: oneshot
Rating: MA
Genre: Smut
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: Voyeurism, Masturbation
Story Description: Even knowing he was responsible was not enough to take away the excitement...
Cumming Up Short
By Sarga
He sat there in the darkness, his golden eyes reflecting the full moon's light. He knew he shouldn't stare, but there, almost alone in the dark, there was no one awake to witness his transgression.
The blanket that covered the subject of his gaze shifted as the woman beneath rolled over to face away from his seated form. In a ripple, the silken sheet slipped down, down, down until it dropped past the patch of her bare thigh and into the empty space where her knee should have been.
Inuyasha looked away, his heart hammering as he thought of that severed limb. Breathing hard, he reminded himself that it represented his failure as a protector, that it was proof that a half-breed like him was worthless for anything besides taking a beating. As he tried in vane to forget the feel of that hardened stub of flesh under his hand while her other whole leg gripped him like a vice, he felt his own hardened flesh take notice.
Remembering the feel of her skin under his hand - rough like scar-tissue in some places, soft as sheep-skin in others - he couldn't help letting that very same hand slip under the red cloth of his hakama. Hot, raw, angry flesh pulsed in Inuyasha's grip. Would he ever feel her stub press into him like this? Would he ever feel her hot, raw, nubile flesh as he stroked his length along it?
Inuyasha's hand jerked roughly as he squeezed and pulled his eager erection. Kagome's night-dress - that indecent thing - had slid up over the swell of her hip and he could see - see! - the dark thatch of her pubic mound. At the apex of where that perfect mangled stub met her perfectly intact limb, Inuyasha could almost feel his shaft pulsing deep within her, strangled by her virgin depths, his thighs caressed by her own. He could almost feel himself gripping her splayed stub for leverage, lathing it with his tongue as he thrust hard and fast until he couldn't... hold... on...
With a grunt, Inuyasha came into his hand, his angry erection jettisoning fluids into his carefully cupped palm. As the last aftershocks subsided, he pulled his cupped hand out and carefully slid out of the room as unnoticed as he had entered.
As he cleaned himself off in the frigid river, Inuyasha wondered just how long he could play with fire.
How much longer would he be able to stay away?
Fandom: Inuyasha
Pairing/Character: Inuyasha/Kagome
Community/Prompt: inumadmusings/Fetish 15 - "Amputee Fetish"
Word Count: 414 words
Chapters: oneshot
Rating: MA
Genre: Smut
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: Voyeurism, Masturbation
Story Description: Even knowing he was responsible was not enough to take away the excitement...
Cumming Up Short
By Sarga
He sat there in the darkness, his golden eyes reflecting the full moon's light. He knew he shouldn't stare, but there, almost alone in the dark, there was no one awake to witness his transgression.
The blanket that covered the subject of his gaze shifted as the woman beneath rolled over to face away from his seated form. In a ripple, the silken sheet slipped down, down, down until it dropped past the patch of her bare thigh and into the empty space where her knee should have been.
Inuyasha looked away, his heart hammering as he thought of that severed limb. Breathing hard, he reminded himself that it represented his failure as a protector, that it was proof that a half-breed like him was worthless for anything besides taking a beating. As he tried in vane to forget the feel of that hardened stub of flesh under his hand while her other whole leg gripped him like a vice, he felt his own hardened flesh take notice.
Remembering the feel of her skin under his hand - rough like scar-tissue in some places, soft as sheep-skin in others - he couldn't help letting that very same hand slip under the red cloth of his hakama. Hot, raw, angry flesh pulsed in Inuyasha's grip. Would he ever feel her stub press into him like this? Would he ever feel her hot, raw, nubile flesh as he stroked his length along it?
Inuyasha's hand jerked roughly as he squeezed and pulled his eager erection. Kagome's night-dress - that indecent thing - had slid up over the swell of her hip and he could see - see! - the dark thatch of her pubic mound. At the apex of where that perfect mangled stub met her perfectly intact limb, Inuyasha could almost feel his shaft pulsing deep within her, strangled by her virgin depths, his thighs caressed by her own. He could almost feel himself gripping her splayed stub for leverage, lathing it with his tongue as he thrust hard and fast until he couldn't... hold... on...
With a grunt, Inuyasha came into his hand, his angry erection jettisoning fluids into his carefully cupped palm. As the last aftershocks subsided, he pulled his cupped hand out and carefully slid out of the room as unnoticed as he had entered.
As he cleaned himself off in the frigid river, Inuyasha wondered just how long he could play with fire.
How much longer would he be able to stay away?