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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Saiyuki
  Relationship:
      Lirin/Son_Goku
  Character:
      Lirin_(Saiyuki), Son_Goku_(Saiyuki), Seiten_Taisei_Son_Goku
  Additional Tags:
      Non-Consensual_Voyeurism, Sex, kids_fooling_around, Points_of_View,
      Resentment
  Stats:
      Published: 2018-02-04 Words: 1433
****** Half a Millennium and Counting. ******
by 2light4darkness
Summary
     In every monkey sleeps another. One who’s not amused at being woken
     by Lirin and Goku’s activities that are more frequently happening.
Notes
     Author: Vamp.
     Disclaimer: I own nothing but my own twisted mind and the shadow
     bunny’s.
     Apologies for the muse eating the prompt and then heading for the
     hills on this one. Prompt: Jealousy.
See the end of the work for more notes
Half a Millennium and Counting.
I want to scream. I want to cover my ears and block out all the offensive
sounds in this cheap hotel room.
For once the room had been ours alone. That is, it was until she dropped by
like some cat in heat drenched in that much-sweeter scent of female arousal
compared to the musk and rock salt of Goku‘s own.
Not sharing with the others of our little traveling freak show had sounded like
a small mercy, a little time apart from the trio and their petty affronts, and
all I had wanted was to carve a new gaping hole for Konzen… no, that’s not
right he’s called Genjo sanzo now. After all this, the next time we meet there
will be no flashy words to dull my serrated resentment. My point will be
revealed to the unbelieving priest in more than just a few bloody scratches
dished out when in my usual blind rage. He will be less than happy when he
finds out his pet’s been screwing around with the queen of tom boys.
I just can‘t figure it out: you take a small 500-year nap, and the whole world
changes overnight. A prissy blond bureaucratic lapdog becomes a gun-obsessed
holy than thou bitch. Not to mention that my chain-smoking bookworm had somehow
given up smoking, taken upon himself all the guilt of mankind, and suddenly
become everyone’s maid. At least the flirtatious general is still the same if
you looked past the cosmetic surface changes and slight narrowing of his once
epic sexual horizons.
“You’re wet and sticky.”
Growling silently at the idiot girl’s childish attempt to make a double
entendre. 'I’d love to make the girl wet with my own distinctive technique.'
while one of her hands was down Goku’s open pants groping at the growing
erection confined there. Once more I attempt to ignore them. I am hoping that
by some godsend I can temper my feelings towards their recurrent foolish
encounters, since I am forced to endure, from halting beginnings through to
their tart feeling ends.
Still I grouse, as they are locked in a fumbling amateurish kiss, and Goku
reaches down between her open fly, touching Lirin’s exposed vibrant red tight
curls and dips a finger tentatively in to run the length of her damp cleft. My
attention flaring at the female essences that now permeated the air around his
fingers as he licks them clean like a cat’s paw. I can’t help but reminisce
about other times we have licked with such abandon at sticky solutions coating
our fingers.
“Mmm…So good, baby,” he croons to her, and I fight back the urge to scream at
his silliness. Any food is delightful when your starving and my fast has yet to
be broken, unlike his.
Soft, round copper-brown globes was grasped, Goku’s hands cupping and lifting
Lirin’s breasts in each hand. 'I’d love to crush them.' Both of them are now
semi-nude on top of the crumpled sheets of a single bed. I watch as Goku
brushes his fingers over the aroused nipples before dropping his head and
tracing each aureola with the tip of his tongue before properly sucking the
hardened buds. The leggy red-headed girl is becoming louder, no longer
restraining herself to half-smothered moans of excitement.
Goku’s phallus jerks against her belly like a restless serpent. The dusky brown
cock extended from there it was rooted among a wiry thicket of pubes, glazing
at its blunt domed-shaped head. Half-pulled back, the foreskin reveals the bare
helm is slippery with pre-cum from the boy’s desire for what the demon princess
is offering him. 'Would she make the same advances to me?'
“Oh yes. Harder, Goku,” she demands urgently.
Kami, can’t she ever shut her mouth for just five minuets?
Lirin’s bitten and broken nails run down Goku’s back not enough to leave bloody
furrows, but leaving pink tracks that still are going to stand out on the
copper-skinned boy. Goku whimpers in delight, still hovering curved above Lirin
like a descending earth angel. The silvery flash of latex catches my eye as
Goku rolls on a condom over his sun-kissed, hard cock; I balk at yet another
change since my sleep, but reluctantly credit him for his maturity.
He moves into a better arrangement over his lover; as always, he is oblivious
to my imprisoned watching, my disgusted state. Goku reaches round and caresses
Lirin’s nether lips, stretched wide by the pair’s new position on the bed. His
unschooled, but nimble fingers discovered her clit hood as she squirms and
squeals ecstatic below him, rubbing it with its own fleshy cowl. 'How I would
love to bight at her little sensitive nub, watch as she trashed helpless,
traversing the dangerous path between pleasure and pain that I would command.'
Moving on to her vulva and the tiny rosebud of Lirin’s anus, the boy touches
all her special private areas, delighted at the reactions the girl in his arms
gave.
“Yes, fuck me,” she urges, spearing herself on his dick, no longer able to
control her desire to have Goku lodged inside her tight, narrow heat. 'Kami she
is tight, not a virgin, but still unbroken and shiny in her newness to sex.'
Grinding metaphysical teeth together at how her burbling, squeaking voice
grates on my nerves. It’s bad enough to have to hear their slapping wet fleshy
bodies clashing in rhythmic torture as they fuck on the squeaking, thin single
bed. Goku has the wanton she-wolf Lirin on her back, her legs spread in
welcome, as he dives into her slick hole over and over again. Her lupine green
eyes hold his molten gold without blinking while they move synchronized. Her
tits bounce like fleshy mountains with the force of each of his strong thrusts.
I watch helpless while he rings Lirin’s neck with a flurry of overly-gentle
kisses, making the female demon arch up into a taut bow. 'Of course, hands
ringing her slender neck would be my personal choice.' Her nipples are small
hard pebbles now: dark rose peaks on the rounded mounds of her substantial
breasts.
Thud, squeak, thud.
How long can they go on? At least she is not riding his cock this time round,
that little thrilling occurrence had Goku reduced to screaming far too easily
much to Lirin’s delight and my own venomous animosity to the she-wolf.
The thought of all this raw, energetic sex Lirin was monopolizing out of Goku
was somewhat harrowing, heart wrenching even. It was not as if I could in any
substantial way alleviate my own confounded situation. And the worst part was I
knew this wasn’t the last time this would happen. I’d been subjected to this
torture before, and with certainly it would repeatedly happen unless they was
found out by one of the other three. The vigor of youthful hormones being what
it is how could they not cave in and surrender to their ardent sexual
requirements.
Suddenly, Goku’s form went rigid. His head arched up towards the ceiling, his
large golden eyes abruptly unfocused and unseeing. Hidden in the shadows a
phantom spectator to their carnal display, I can only listen with disdain. A
sharp cry reverberated about the room, quintessence of joy: Lirin and Goku’s
joint earth-shattering orgasm. Not that I can share this event, its worse than
having a cock ring chock back all the compressed need. Its all cosmic light
shows washing all around me and none of the sensation, to always have these
endorphins bouncing around, building up to crisis point, yet forever denied
that last step into orgasm.
As they lay there, basking in the after glow, entangled together like bindweed,
his body and her body almost blended into one solid, asymmetrical form. Bitter
is the taste flooding my mouth from the fruit of knowledge: that I can never be
touched like that, that I will never feel as Goku can. Just the stupid grin
plastered to his face alone makes my boiling blood congeal into something as
frozen and brittle as hoar frost.
Let them have their soft balmy moments of tender love. I cannot deny him his
chance at life, to feel human sentiment and be embraced by others. After all, I
am just a lone apparition from their past; each of the others has been allowed
to move on. The men this youth once played with so long ago are no more, just
shadowy templates arranged over the face's of the friends son Goku and I now
journey with to the far distant west.
End Notes
     Vamp: There, there I'm sure they will get it out there system soon.
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