One man's trash is another\'s treasure. What a load of horse @#$@. Now, indulging is sinful desires, that is worth something. Inuyasha fanfic a Sess/Kagome pairing
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN INUYASHA AND CO., NOR DO I MAKE MONEY FROM THIS.
Dedicated to Akay for giving me the inspiration in Dokuga chat.
Kagome had and always would be a good girl. Never mind the fact that she was a grown woman, it seemed the confines of language had no other way to describe her affliction. She was a good girl who paid close attention to the lessons of her elders rather than her friends. It was for this reason that Kagome found herself in her late twenties with no sexual experience beyond her hand and few choice toys.
These thoughts were not really helping while she indulged in her biweekly routine. The sound of a large truck slowly creeping down the street reached her ears. Large canisters being dropped back unto the curb also began to invade the silence.
The vibrating tip on her fingers was pressed roughly into her clit while her smile broadened. Her other hand increased the abuse it was already lavishing on her breast. Motions becoming more frantic as she sought her release, she switched the vibrating nub to her thumb. Her fingers were now free to plunder her own sopping depths. Twisting and turning her fingers within herself all the while circling her bundle of nerves with delicious vibrations, it was no going to be enough.
Her aching breast were abandoned while her now free hand sought out yet another toy on the nightstand. Finding what she was looking for as the large truck pulled closer and closer to her house, she rolled to her side without ever breaking the rhythm she set within herself. The toy slowly was moved down between her ass cheeks, special circling motions were added as the bulbous tip met her anus.
The tightened ring of muscles puckered and quivered at the stimulus. Her other hand still furiously working her core while the new toy moved to her wetness. There it was coated in her own juices before retreating back to its haven nestled between two perfectly rounded ass cheeks. Her breathing became labored as the tension began to coil so addictively within her stomach.
The anal plug teasing her rear entrance became more insistent as moans escaped her throat. All the while, the truck was approaching her curb, and this only heighten her pleasure. Body glistening with sweat, Kagome forced the bulbous tip of her toy passed her puckered hole’s entrance adding the pain she now craved to this experience. As the squeal of brakes came from right outside her window, she threw back her head and cried her release.
She so needed help. Slowly calming back down for her early morning high, Kagome wondered how it began that she only deluged herself on the two mornings of the week that happened to be trash day. What other twenty-something virgin involved the garbage truck in their masturbatory fantasy? None, that was who.
A concealed elfin ear twitched as it picked up the sound of a feminine cry. Amber eyes closed as the sliver-headed male just shook his head. Two days a week he drove his truck down this street picking up everyone’s trash, and without fail as he arrived at this house he was always catching the end of a female orgasm.
Now, seeing what he did for a living, Sesshoumaru never inhaled too deeply. Therefore, he did not know for sure if this woman was pleasuring herself or indulging another with her. But, quite frankly, the longer this routine went on the more he was tempted to end his ten year abstinence.
Seven months her cries had called to him. Seven arduous months for remembering not to search for her scent of arousal lest his nose be clogged with the smell of rotting food, used diapers, and whatever else these humans decided to throw away.
Growling to himself as he pulled away from her curb, Sesshoumaru again receded into his life of obscurity. He would overcome these urges. He would not give into some faceless minx’s call simple because he had not gotten his rocks off in a decade.
The life of a waste collector was an interesting career choice for one with as sensitive an olfactory as Sesshoumaru, but he decided that he enjoyed the smell of rotten things over cheap perfume. His decision made, he resigned in his life of rich playboy, and began a job that warded off unwanted whores better than living in the basement of one’s mother’s house.
Really, he was over a thousand years old, he was not going to hide behind his mother from over amorous females. The added bonus was that now he never had to deal with unannounced visits from his mother. However, maybe it was time to start attending to his more baser needs.
AN: There you go. I am going to update this when I become inspired, and it is going to be my attempt at smutty goodness.
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