Stress Free Bliss

Disclaimer: I do not own InuYasha or any characters from the anime.

Sango woke with a warm, blissful feeling surrounding her. Then, as if on cue, the moment was broken, by a rather loud snort in her ear. Grumbling to herself, she strategically elbowed Miroku mid-snore, in the ribs.

"Wha….?" The sleeping monk groaned. "You can't hold me responsible for what my hand does while I am sleeping!" Was his automatic defense as he remembered where he was.

"It had nothing to do with your hands and everything to do with your snoring! Sango answered as she threw off the blankets and slipped off the bed.

Miroku sat up with a decidedly arrogant pout. "I do no snore!"

"Like a chainsaw in front of a bullhorn," she teased. "I am getting in the shower. There is coffee in the kitchen if you want, and, thank you, by the way, for last night." Leaning over, Sango kissed Miroku on the tip of his nose, then, bouncing off the bed before the lecherous monk could grab hold of her.

As the hot water sprayed down on her, Sango's thoughts drifted to the previous night.

****FLASH BACK****

Miroku picked Sango up and expertly maneuvered through the hallway and up the stairs, articles of her clothing and a surprising amount of hidden weapons trailing behind them. By the time they fell on her bed she was down to her undergarments, which ironically were the exact shade of Miroku's eyes.

Rearing up on his knees, his gaze was met with what he could only call perfection. The dappled light filtering through the edges of the heavy curtains reflected off her dresser mirror, casting wonton shadows across her body. His painter's eye memorized every hue and tint of color at that moment for later use. His fragile warrior would be put to canvas, if only for his private viewing.

"You have GOT to let me paint you Sango, please….." He pleaded as his fingers lightly skimmed across her taught belly, leaving involuntary ripples in their wake.

"Less talking, more kissing." Sango demanded breathlessly. Giving in easily to the need in her eyes, Miroku let the subject go in favor of pulling Sango off the bed and flush with his body. Her legs instinctively wrapped around his hips and her hands found purchase within his silky hair.

The monk turned painter cupped his demanding onna's face with both hands, his lips finding hers a moment later. Greedily, Sango welcomed his tongue into her mouth. As their tongues danced, Miroku moved his hands lightly down her cheeks, throat and chest. He cupped her breasts through the lacey material of her bra with both hands.

Sango arched her back, breaking the kiss allowing her favorite hentai better access to the hidden flesh. When Miroku attempted to adjust their position, Sango let out a small yip of discomfort. Understanding dawned immediately on Miroku and he gently placed her back on the bed. "Turn over." He said softly.

Sango gave him a questioning look but complied without protest. She felt the hooks of her bra release and rose slightly to remove it.

He started at the base of her skull, his fingertips applying just enough pressure to illicit a deep moan from the goddess before him. Slowly he worked his fingers and palms down her neck adding a little more pressure when he felt a particularly tight group of muscles at the crook of her left shoulder.

Sango's toes and fingers stretched then curled. Never in all her time had she ever felt heaven like this. Although she was tired, she fought to stay awake. If she fell asleep, her sexy hentai would stop his oh, so deserving worship of her body.

Miroku found another knot just below her left shoulder blade. Using his knuckles he firmly twisted his fist into the tense muscle. "Woman, have you ever relaxed a day in your life?" He asked, almost in awe of how she seemed to just shrug off the layers of tension he felt in her body.

"Not, mmmmmm…in a….long time," the demon slayer answered with a sigh. "Not even when, ooooooo, I'm taking pictures."

"I am sorry for what you have had to endure for so long. Very soon though, you will be able to relax all you want." He offered solemnly.

"'Specially if you're still around." Sango murmured as he continued down her back.

Miroku chuckled lightly as he began to work on the muscles along her spine, receiving many enjoyable moans and sighs from the woman beneath him. As his hands made their way to her lower back his thumbs slid under the elastic of her panties to reach the sensitive muscles just above her tailbone, Sango lifted her hips without thought, allowing him to remove the lacey garment.

He was truly an 'ass man' and this ass has been haunting him since he first touched it after the original meeting with Mr. Taishou. The inferno behind her eyes as she cold-cocked him was almost as beautiful as her perfectly tight ass.

"I'm not going to get knocked out if I touch your gluts this time am I?" he asked in jest.

"At this moment I would put you six feet under if you were to stop." Was the equally playful response. By this point, Sango was at a level of bliss she never knew existed. Her muscles seemed to melt under his touch. The deep-rooted pain and sourness she had become accustomed to was disappearing rapidly.

This was not what she had been expecting when he brought her upstairs. She knew he understood there was no need for seduction. She was very willing to take that final step with him, so why was he doing this? She thought as she hissed when Miroku applied just the right amount of pressure to her right hip, causing a muffled popping sound. Her right leg tingled for a few seconds as the muscles, tendons and ligaments realigned.

The monk winced at the sound but said nothing. It had to be done. Her hip was dislocated at some point and badly reset. As a result, the tendons and ligaments over compensated and muscle tissue was starting to get pinched in the small gap between the ball and socket. This is what caused the yelp from his beautiful vixen and prompted him to divert from his original course of bedding her. There will be time for that later, when she is pain free and able to fully enjoy the pleasures a man of his talents could bring to her.

While practiced in many forms of martial arts, his healing abilities where what made him a formidable opponent in combat. His chi was earthen in nature, (all life, after all, comes from Mother Nature). It was critical for him to be able to assess the overall condition of his subject. By treating his opponent as a patient, he was able to find nagging injuries, degenerative conditions in their joints and vital organs. Thus, allowing him a great advantage when a situation became physical.

This particular skill is actually what branded him a hentai. He really didn't sleep around all that much, but he did love to touch the female body. So, with many of the women he brought home, he would make a deal, she let him practice on her and she could tell her friends whatever she wanted. Moreover, he knew a few hard to find pressure points that could be quite orgasmic with the proper amount of pressure, as the unaware onna beneath him would soon find out.

Moving his fingers into position, Miroku began building his chi and focusing it into the very tips. The build-up was slow. So slow in fact, when Sango first started feeling her inner muscles twitch she thought it was a side effect of Miroku working out the kinks. As her inner core began to heat up her breath caught in her throat. With every flutter of his chi she could feel her insides tighten.

Miroku would adjust the position of his thumbs slightly with every spasm he felt from her. When she started to moan softly, he moved his left hand down the tympanic nerve along the back of her thigh to just above the inside of her knee. He felt the well toned muscles quiver harder as his fingers searched for the next pleasure point he intended to tease.

Sango no longer cared how he was making her insides boil, she never wanted it to stop. Electricity was shooting through her body at quicker intervals as she felt the monk's fingers change positions. She could feel the warm caress of Miroku's chi building under her skin. Her whole body began to visibly pulse and glow as the monk alternated the speed in which he released his energy.

Her breathes came in short pants and gasps. She made no effort to muffle the mews and moans Miroku coaxed out of her as her climax grew closer. Through the euphoric haze, she felt his fingers at her knee and then a strange surge of warm energy travel up the back of her thigh to her core and explode. Sango's body tensed then erupted repeatedly as nerve endings sent pleasure signals cascading through her.

"Mir…..Miroku," she whimpered through gasping breaths. "How….?"

"Practice my dear Sango, many years of practice. I told you, you would enjoy being with me." He purred arrogantly as his hands continued to massage her thighs as if he had not just given her a mind-numbing orgasm. As he moved to her calf muscles he fluttered his fingertips over the pulse points on the inside of both knees sending ripples of chi to her still pulsing core, lending the idea of what was yet to come.

Moving to her feet, he could not help but remember the lesson Master Hoshi had given him on these particular appendages. "Although the aches and pains are felt in the back or shoulders, it all stems from the feet. You can put all your chi into the muscles of the body, but if the feet are not properly cared for, all the pain and discomfort will come back." Then his hentai sensei proceeded to show him three different combinations of pressure points that could induce orgasms, which he gleefully used on the unsuspecting slayer.

As Sango's body began to come down from the symphony Miroku had coaxed from it, he kissed and nipped his way back up her quaking form. "Rest now….." Miroku whispered. "Let your body settle into its new, stress free state. I am not going anywhere."

***End Flash Back***

As she stepped out of the bathroom, the scent of grilled fish, meso soup and rice filled her nose. "When did he find the time to get real breakfast food?" She thought as she took the stairs two at a time. "I could get used to this kind of pampering…."