Chapter 2: Building Tension
Hojo stretched his arms over his head as he felt the thick layers of sweat and cum cracking apart over his skin as his flesh rubbed against the silk sheets. He could just about barely see the ray from the sun peeking through the blood-red curtains, casting elongated shadows over the ornate wooden panels of the room through his still mostly closed eyes.
A soft, throaty rumble from across the room finally proved sufficient to wake him fully, and Hojo sat up, letting the blanket fall off of his body to reveal his naked form.
Slim and slender with not an ounce of muscle, the opposite of what the bard described. His meaty backside was well abused with palm-shaped bruises and whip marks. His torso was equally loved. Bright purple hickies and just as bright red welts marked his pale skin where Inuyasha had pinched, slapped, and sucked on him. His nipples especially were still rigid and burning.
Inuyasha was lazily strolling around the room, a tall glass of water in his hand.
He was all dangerous curves and harsh lines. His body was a sculpture of muscle and sinew, each inch covered in intricate tattoos that seemed to move and dance under his skin. His cock was half-hard, a thick, veiny length that bobbed with his steps, still glistening with the remnants of their combined fluids.
Hojo's mouth watered as he watched the sway of Inuyasha's hips, the play of muscles under his skin. He knew every inch of that body, every scar, every mark, and he loved them all.
Inuyasha paused, noticing the naked knight staring at him, and beckoned with a pat on the bed.
Hojo obeyed like a well-fed dog, crawling on his hands and knees across the large bed until he reached his master.
Inuyasha put his hand into his pet's hair, giving him a well-deserved pat on the head. "Good boy," he praised, causing Hojo to lean into the touch like a cat.
He pushed his head closer and closer until his neck was hanging past the bed and his nose pressed straight onto Inuyasha's hairy pube-laden balls. Hojo inhaled deeply. The cock and testicles stank of sex. It covered the appendage all the way to the head in sweat, cum, and ass juice that had hardened into a shiny, salty crust.
"Mmmm...my lord's cock is so dirty...it looks so tasty," Hojo moaned into the pube.
"Ha!' Inuyasha laughed. "Well, my pet made it dirty last night and did not wake to clean until just now."
''That pet should get punished. Will you punish him after I clean your filthy cock, my lord?" Hojo asked as he looked up at Inuyasha. He was still on all fours, his mouth inches away from the cock, his nose filled with the scent of sweat, cum, and the faint smell of his own ass. His cock twitched with the filth of the idea.
Inuyasha chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that made Hojo's asshole clench. "Oh, you'll be punished alright," he said, his voice like velvet-wrapped venom.
"But first, clean my cock like the good little whore you are."
Hojo eagerly opened his mouth, sticking out his tongue to lick the pre-cum oozing from Inuyasha's tip. The silver-haired demon chuckled, gripping Hojo's hair and forcing him down until his nose was pressed against his pelvis.
"Take it all in, Hojo. Don't you dare fucking choke," Inuyasha growled, his hips thrusting forward slightly, pushing more cock into Hojo's mouth.
Hojo gagged, saliva dripping down his chin as he struggled to breathe. But he did not pull away. The outer layer of filth scraped against his teeth with every inch his mouth took, the taste of salt and sweat invading his senses. He could feel the thickness of the crust and the grittiness of the dried cum and ass juice against his tongue. It was delicious; Inuyasha's cock was just tasty that way. No other cocks had ever tasted as good as his.
He gagged again, his throat convulsing as he tried to swallow it all down. Every painful stretch of his throat an ecstacy.
"Mmmm...