Perfect. He was there, just outside of the village, meditating peacefully in the bright rays of the late afternoon sun. No one was around, giving Kagome the perfect opportunity to get everything that she wanted. This time nothing was going to stand in her way of her discoveries, and she was all but certain that this candidate would not only be more than happy to comply to her wishes, but that his experienced hand would be able to guide her well.

Kagome smiled to herself as she began approaching the male. Her aura was suppressed so that he could not detect her approach, but, more importantly, so that the pesky hanyou that she was avoiding at all costs wouldn't be able to throw a giant wrench into her plans. As she walked towards him, she allowed herself to look over her newest prospect. His eyes were closed, keeping from her the view of the beautiful violet hues, but his strong jaw line, his wonderfully full lips which pulled down in the sweetest natural pout, and his gracefully curving brows gave him such a look of wisdom and yet still allowed him the ability to seem completely innocent. Of course, he was no innocent, no matter how much he liked to play the part. And Kagome had always had an acute fondness of his earring; it gave him an image of mystery and danger which she found so very tempting.

And now she would be allowed to follow that temptation, now she would finally be given a glimpse of what lay concealed beneath the many layers of cloth he was always wrapped in. All of the great distances they had journeyed together and all of the battles they had fought would certainly have molded the monk's body into one that she could appreciate fully, and Kagome's excitement to finally be given the chance to discover it soared as she stepped in front of him, and with her excitement also rose her lustful fever.

"Miroku," she called his name sweetly, stirring him from his meditations with a startled jerk.

"Lady Kagome?" When he realized it was her, he graced her with a wide smile. Of course, being Miroku, though his smile was innocent, his eyes were far from it as he took in the sight of the vision of loveliness standing before him. Kagome was looking positively ravishing today, and the monk swore he could see straight though her light skirt as the bright rays of the sun fell upon the light pink fabric. "Is there something I can help you with?"

"Actually," Kagome's eyes glinted with anticipation as she bent down and offered the monk her hand to help him to his feet. The movement had, completely purposefully, given the seated monk a perfect view down the deep valley formed between her breasts, and she watched raptly as his eyes were drawn to the area like a magnet. She broke him from his stare, after all he would be seeing plenty of that soon enough, by speaking again. "I was hoping you would help me gather some herbs in the forest."

"Of course, Lady Kagome," the monk replied slightly dazedly. He was surprised he was actually able to form words given the fact that his mouth was so filled with drool after the sight he had been granted. He shook his head slightly in an attempt to clear his thoughts. This was Kagome, after all, and she was so sweet and innocent that he didn't even think she knew what she was doing to him with her revealing outfit. He reached out and accepted her offer of help, but he was beyond shocked when the little miko did not release his hand and instead smiled radiantly, turned, and began pulling him after her, their hands still entwined. Still, Miroku was not one to ignore such a blessing, and he plastered his best innocent smile on his lips as he allowed her to pull him along, the whole while fighting off the exotic images that were playing through his mind of the little miko.

"Isn't this nice, Miroku?" Kagome asked as they strolled together through the trees, the afternoon sun shining down in light streamers through the branches above them. They had walked for several minutes through the bush in their supposed 'herb gathering', but Kagome was using the time to distance them from Inuyasha and his annoyingly keen nose and to fawn over the monk like the little school girl that she was. She had opted for wrapping her arm around his a while ago, pulling her body close to his so that with every step she took her chest would brush up against his arm, which, thanks to the dedicated motions of her exploring hands, had been left bare to her ministrations after she had managed to make his robe fold up and stay put out of the way of what she wanted: flesh on flesh contact.

"Yes, Lady Kagome, it is very nice."

Kagome could tell by the slight waver in his voice that he was nervous, but she couldn't for the life of her figure out why. The monk was the most perverted and sex-crazed person that she knew, surely he had caught on long ago what she was trying to do. She was becoming terribly frustrated with his lacking advances, he had yet to even make an attempt at fondling her backside, an act which would have usually earned him a hard slap but which today would have been taken greedily by the lustful little miko.

Still, despite the monk's curious hesitation, Kagome wasn't about to be deterred. She quickly decided that her little seduction needed to be stepped up a notch, and a conveniently placed tree root protruding from the ground in the path ahead presented the perfect opportunity. So, with careful manipulation of her steps and her most distraught sounding damsel in distress scream, she allowed her body to begin to take the fall and waited for the monk to play the hero she knew he would be and catch her in her fall.

She would not be disappointed. The monk quickly wrapped his strong arms around her delicate waist, catching her before she would fall to the ground and bringing her close to his body to steady her. Kagome blushed prettily as she whispered her thanks to him, but rather than making any attempt to disentangle herself from the monk's arms or to stop the lecherous streak that held the man standing with her from getting the better of him, she smiled gleefully behind her eyes as she felt his hand come to rest on the tight curve of her backside. Kagome moaned in pleasure when she felt his hand take a firm hold of her, and she pressed the lush curves of her body firmly against the solid plane of the monk's chest.

For Miroku though, he had no idea what to do next. Sure, he talked big and he did have some rather in depth knowledge of the female anatomy, but for goodness sakes, this was Kagome! She was supposed to be slapping him silly for making a grab at her firm, sculpted, delicious, ass; not moaning in pleasure and giving herself over to him. And then there was the fact that he couldn't feel her undergarments under the thin layer of cloth, a point that he took as a definite sign that the miko's innocent little request was far, FAR from as innocent as he had first believed.

"Miroku."

She called his name in a voice so deep and so filled with wanton lust that his breath caught in his throat as he looked down into the deep blue oceans of her lust-fogged eyes. The monk found that he could do nothing but watch in complete disbelief as she slipped her hands up his chest to wrap around his neck so that she could pull herself to his height. But when her sweet lips, so full and inviting, touched to his in a feathery light kiss, any control he had over himself was lost.

His left arm tightened around the little miko's waist, pulling her tightly against him, as his mouth pressed hard down onto hers. She moaned in bliss and parted her moist lips to invite him in, and he took to her mouth greedily, sweeping out his tongue to taste her sweet spices. Her hands began massaging down his back and his arms, pulling at him to take more of her, finding their way into the folds of his robe and pressing against his heated skin; and in response his right hand moved down the tight curve of her backside, pulling her left leg up roughly to wrap around his waist and drawing her closer.

Kagome was in heaven. His mouth was so hot, so eager to taste her, to explore the wet cavern of her mouth. His kisses were hungry, but wonderfully gentle as every so often he would pull back slightly for them to catch their breath and suck lightly on the swelling curve of her lips or sweep his tongue across them to clear away the building moisture of their contact. She could feel his hand traveling down the smooth skin of her thigh, the rough calluses formed from so long holding a weapon only serving to heighten her awareness of how absolutely male this being with her was.

The heat coiled tightly within her, burning through her entire body, filling her with an exhilaration she had never known before. But still she wanted, still she needed. Her hands tangled their way into his robes, finding a firm grip and allowing her to shift her body against his. She pressed against him forcefully with their hips, grinding against him, looking for the pressure that would help to relieve her of the tension and throbbing building between her legs, and thinking to provide the same service to him.

Imagine her surprise when she could feel no throbbing, heated length pressing against her wanting core as she pressed against him.

Kagome paused curiously for a moment. She was certain that her friends had told her that when you pressed your hips up against a guy that you were making out with that you could easily feel their arousal pressing back. Maybe she had missed? She supposed it wasn't very likely, but then again, she hadn't really done any of this before. And though she wasn't an expert by any means about the actions she was going through, she was well versed in the male anatomy. All those sex-ed classes couldn't have been completely for naught, right?

So, thinking it would just be best to find the object of her immediate confusion before she managed to produce any awkward situations for herself in her inexperience, Kagome allowed one of her hands to drift down the monk's back, taking her time to track the clenching muscles of his fabulous ass, before twisting her hand to curve around his thigh and slide upwards along his body until she found the sexy line of the ligament running from his hip to guide her hand to the treasure she sought.

Her fingers trailed across the rough fabric of his robes hesitantly and uncertainly, but she had purpose and drive, and now that she was so close she would be damned to let her hesitations stop her. Finally, she found the courage to move her hand the last few inches and bring within her grasp the thick, engorged, heated length of his manhood…or at least what should have been the thick, engorged, heated length of his manhood. Unfortunately, as Kagome was most terribly displeased to discover, despite the monk's obvious acceptance of her advance and the heated quality of his kisses and his touch, what his mind was telling him to do was not being completely sanctioned by his body. Actually, the specific part of his body that she was most hoping to bring a response to, lay all but dead in its flaccid state even as her wanting hand wrapped around it.

Kagome groaned deeply in frustration and annoyance, pulling her flushed body away from the monk.

"Kagome…" he started nervously in embarrassment, but she cut him off.

"Don't," her hand rose before her in a gesture of such force that the monk's words died on his lips. "Of all the people in the world to suffer from ED, I never would have expected you to be one of them." She sighed heavily, but even through her extreme disappointment she managed to come to the realization that the monk's lecherous behavior was likely due to his obvious inability to act upon his forwardness since no girl in their right mind would partake in his brand of debauchery (remember, I said in their right mind, and by this point Kagome was teetering on the edge of insanity thanks to her incomprehensible bad luck in all things sexual).

"Next time I go home," she told him as she fixed her rumpled clothing and disheveled hair, "I'll remember to tell my grandfather to pick up some Viagra for you. That should help you in the future."

"You mean that we'll be able to…"

"No." She cut him off again. "This was your one and only chance with me, monk," she informed him with authority. "But they should help you with other…endeavors."

With that, Kagome turned away from the disheveled monk and began trekking back through the forest. Her body was still burning from his touch, and the throbbing between her legs was nearly unbearable. She needed to find her release, and she needed to find it very, very soon….especially since every tree she passed by seemed to remind her of all things hard…one particular object being of her immediate fascination….and there were many, many trees in the forest. She groaned again in frustration. When was she going to be cut some slack? All she wanted was a little piece of ass, that wasn't all that much to ask for, was it?

As she walked, she took notice of the reddening of the sky. Sunset would be coming within the next hour or so, and that left her very little time to complete her mission. With this realization, the little miko nearly screamed out her aggravation to the world, but then she thought better of it. Oh, she planned on screaming, screaming was a fantastic way to relieve stress; but it wouldn't be in aggravation or frustration. No, she needed to bring her last hope for release to her, and the only kind of scream that would do that was one of complete horror.

So, with a deep breath, Kagome lifted her voice into the sky in a shrill scream of terror; and then she walked over to a nearby stream, sat on a rock on its banks and waited for him to come to her.

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So close! Awww, poor Kagome. Is she ever going to get what she wants? Wait. What am I saying? Of course she will! This is my story after all, and I wouldn't let poor Kags die of her sexual frustrations…well…I might not anyways ;P

Later

Shadow