UNDER A SILVERY MOON: A JAPANESE ENCOUNTER

Under A Silvery Moon - A Japanese Encounter.
Written by Sandra Scholes


"So it's you whose been harassing the villagers?"

Kyo watched the spirit shift around nervously outside the mansion house, its fur was a bright pure white, fox ears pointed to the heavens, dark eyes glittered in the night, but most of all he noticed it smiled at him. It moved with such lightening speed that he could not see it, though he was mesmerised by its presence enough to keep observing it then the fox was gone, replaced by a male with pale skin and long white hair that framed his handsome if lustful face.

A wondering monk, Kyo had become used to sleeping in the harsh weather with only a couple of sheets wrapped around him to partly keep the elements at bay, giving him the kind of warmth he desired. He hoped for sleep to refresh him but instead was woken by the spirit, then the male turning on his side, losing the sheets.



"I've not been haunting. It's where I lived fifty-years ago and I am my own master, that fox you saw was my spirit protecting me."

"So you're doomed to wander?" Kyo was taken aback by his ethereal beauty.

"Not always." He stood looking so lasciviously naked.

The tales he heard in the neighbourhood of those spirits moving among the people were rife.  As a man he was the most beautiful he had ever encountered who crawled his way up to him, hands all over his body, his fingers stroking up his thigh, trying to push aside his robes. His hand were warm, fingers that bore long nails, but that proved not to bother him allowing him to explore him. In moments Kyo removed his robe and trousers, kicking them away. It was then he  saw how aroused the monk was, his member standing tall and proud like a length of bamboo begging to be touched.

Handling the shaft he let his fingers casually trail the length all the way down, sending shuddering sensations up Kyo's spine.

"You must have a name." Kyo panted out.

"You can call me Inari as I've not been given a name, I made one myself."

Feeling him leave his member, he sensed him caress his chest, settling on a budded nipple, hard from his erotic thoughts and the coolness of the night air.

"Touch me." Inari asked, showing him his own hardness as it got closer his smell intoxicating.

Once Kyo glanced at the man overhead, then his hard rod, running his fingers over its thickness, then before he got too used to the feel he moved away, interested in going further down his body, his rod having hardened enough, ready for him to use.

Kyo widened his legs as Inari lifted his rear, sliding his member firmly inside him. He could not feel pain, nothing troubled him as he enjoyed how Inari's balls slapped against him as he thrusted more rapidly this time, his reckless abandon in his eyes. Inari leaned over laying kisses over his already sensitive lips, feeling his moans as he took his body, using it for his own gratification, loving every minute. He had seen the want in him and acted on it with every fibre of his being.

Hearing him cry out, Inari grasped his rod, bringing him to the brink of ecstasy while he released inside him in a torrent of intense passion, his lust satisfied for once.

"Now I know why you wonder this place." he said with a wide smile, sweat all over his chest. "Who knows who you might meet needing a place to stay. Had I gone into the house I might not have met you."


Sandra Scholes is a Review Writer for several websites primarily working in the Sci-Fi, Fantasy and anime genres. Her reviews can be found at activeanime.com, sfsite.com, fantasybookreview.co.uk  and zone-sf.com.