Inuyasha and all its characters are created by Rumiko Takahashi. I merely occasionally borrow them for my own twisted purposes.

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I know it turns you on when I watch you, Inuyasha. I still remember how I happened upon the two of you, locked in the throes of passion. I backed away into the shadows, but didn't leave. Maybe I should have; I didn't, and now we'll never know. Your eyes met mine, and widened in fear, but when you captured my rapt gaze, heard my labored breathing, your eyes lidded with lust and you pounded into him with renewed vigor. Oh, how lovely the two of you were! My fingers itched to preserve the moment, but Shippo had used up all my paper.

No matter. You've let me sketch you time and again since. Your glance beckons enticingly as you throw a comradely arm about Miroku's shoulders and lead him away. I wait two beats, gather my things and follow. By the time I find you, you've already stripped him bare, set the tableau. The scratch, scratch, scratch of my pencil excites you as you take his length between your lips. I struggle to capture the arch of his throat, the way he frantically buries his hands in your hair. I sketch and I sketch as you drive him into a frenzy. I love the clench of your ass muscles as you take him hard. I ache to pin his rictus of ecstasy to the page. I am so glad you've kept this our secret, allowed me to draw the truth of him...

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Ayumi, Eri and Yuka gather eagerly around me. "Another one, Kagome?" "Let me see, let me see!" "Oh, they're so hot!" They really do love these doujinshi.

Eri asks, "How did you ever come up with a boy's love between a demon and a monk?"

I scratch my neck thoughtfully. "I just kinda stumbled upon it."