Chapter 1
Miroku walked along the riverbank, weary from the last battle, and needing time alone. He finally found a shaded area with thick grass to settle upon while staring at the flowing water. He started to undress to dress his wounds, thankfully, all minor. After he was finished with his upper body, he started to adress the wound on his upper inner thigh. He winced as he applied the special ointment that kagome had gifted to him. What was it called? Neyosaparine? Nehosparing? Either way, it did the job and he laid down to rest.
He lay for a few minutes before his inner thigh felt uncomfortable and he went to readjust. In his groggy stupor, he let the beads fall from his hand and suddenly the wind tunnel was released! It's powerful suction made a swirling wind vortex around his groin and soon enough, his member was throbbing in the open air. He gasped as he kept his hand hovering above his shaft, letting the sensation take over. He had never experienced a feeling so euphoric. He pulled his foreskin back with his other hand, and slowly moved the wind tunnel closer to his pulsating head. The tunnel engulfed his entire shaft as Miroku moaned in ecstasy. He moved up hand up and down, varying the speed and movement of his tunnel.
Sango was strolling along the riverbank, enjoying the lovely weather. The sun beamed through the thick foliage and warmed her skin. It felt so good to have a moment to herself and be at peace with nature. As Sango got closer to the edge of the river she heard muffled moans. Was someone in pain? It surely sounded like that. She broke into a sprint in an attempt to locate the source of the sound. Out of the corner of her eye she caught a glimpse of a purple robe. Miroku? Her heart sped up at the thought of Miroku in pain. She inched closer slowly as to not startle him. When Miroku's entire body came into view Sango froze in shock. Miroku was vigorously moving his cursed hand up and down over his groin. His entire body was slick with sweat, glistening in the sunlight. Sango was mesmerized at the scene. She knew she should not continue watching, but she could not tear her eyes away. She felt a warm tingle spread through her nether regions. Miroku began to buck his hips into his hands. His breathing became even more shallow as he groaned in pleasure. "S-ssss-ANGO!" he screamed as he came into his hand. He collapsed against the tree, breathing heavily, as he wrapped the sacred beads around his hands, not knowing that he had an audience.
Startled at the sound of her name, Sango blushed knowing Miroku had been thinking of her in his most intimate moments. They had always treaded the line between friends and lovers, but hearing him call her name awakened something inside of her. Sango had never felt like this before. Her one and only sexual experience was with a boy from the village of demon slayers, prior to the Yokai Taijiya slaughter. When she lost her virginity to him, it was awkward and was void of feeling. So unlike the waves of passion flowing through her as she stared at his lean, hairless body. Sango summoned her courage and boldly stepped out from behind the bushes. A surge of electricity washed over her as their onyx eyes met.
