Chapter 14

Sango's Delight

WARNING: LEMON! -Sorry it took so long. Never expected to do such heavy editing. It went through three! Probably a third of the chapter is gone and much has been re-worked. Many thanks to Neisha for her help on the second edit! Please send her healing thoughts as she has serious health issues that cause her a lot of pain and that interferes with her own writing. Much love and hugs to Neisha.

Miroku smiled as he watched Shippou play in the field with his little friends. It was a beautiful day. The sun shone brightly on the fields and forest, warming him through his black and purple robes.

Behind Miroku, Sango left the hut and carefully lowered herself to the porch, laying her head on Miroku's shoulder. Though mostly healed, she found that she still tired quite easily, and miraculously, Miroku had become a non-threatening comfort, so she no longer held any qualms about such physical contact.

"Thank you, Miroku. I really appreciate everything you've done," she said with a tired sigh. Despite the embarrassing process of her 'treatments', Sango truly was grateful. Not only were her injuries healing much more quickly than they would have on their own, but also, according to Kaede, she would not suffer the indignity and heartache of being barren.

Reaching to brush his finger tenderly across Sango's cheek, Miroku smiled. "We are not finished yet," he reminded, nudging her head softly with his shoulder. "The bones are still bruised. It will take longer to heal your wrist, and it is time for another treatment." Beautiful brown eyes met his as he rose easily from his place on the porch. Holding out his hand, Miroku was delighted when she accepted his offer. He carefully helped her to stand before walking back into the little hut.

Ah, Kami-sama. Please help me to restrain myself, Miroku thought as they headed into the hut.

Sango had noticed that Miroku's treatments had increased of late. He had never actually touched her, but the heat from his hands had been so enticing for her, so warm that it had driven her to the brink of insanity with the want to feel his actual touch. She was surprised, however, that he hadn't tried to take advantage of the opportunity to be the pervert that he had always played himself to be. And even more surprising, with each treatment, she found herself wanting him to be that pervert more and more.

Since her injuries had improved, Miroku could barely restrain himself from groping Sango. However, he forced himself to hold back by assuring himself that it was still much too early. Sango slapping him for making his move too soon was not what he wanted, no matter how his hands itched to seize every opportunity. Besides, when he finally made his move, it would not to be a simple gesture, but a more permanent offering. Therefore, his attempt at seducing his beloved required careful planning and painstaking procedure. And he was certainly living with his share of pain.

From Miroku's perspective, she should come to him—he would make it impossible for her not to—and when she did, he would make things just as delightfully torturous for her as was his strenuous battle to refrain from taking pleasure in the feel of her soft, supple flesh beneath his roaming hands. Holding his hungry fingers so close to her skin, forbidden to touch, was killing him, torturing him beyond measure. His ravenous appetite for her tore at his baser instincts so severely that he ached to the depths of his very soul.

Despite the sweet agony he had forced himself to withstand these past weeks, and aside from Sango's own healing, he had benefited from her treatments as well. His abilities seemed to have grown tremendously. Sango hadn't regained the strength to knock him upside the head, and he wasn't such a complete scoundrel that he would take advantage of her condition, though it took every ounce of his spiritual strength to deny himself. And that, he surmised, was the most influential in the increase in his spiritual powers; his self-restraint.

"How can you do this, Houshi-sama?" Sango asked curiously as she moved toward the pallet while undressing. "I don't recall you being able to do this before..."

"Just about anyone can, if properly trained," Miroku answered softly, watching longingly as Sango loosened her robe before turning away. He watched as a moment later, the silk material of her robe fell past her shoulders, rippling ever so slowly over her back, past her slender hips, and finally over her plump backside in a caress he could only admire from a distance.

Finding his voice, Miroku averted his gaze and continued, "It isn't that difficult, but it is limited. A serious injury causing serious blood loss would take too long to heal. Under those conditions, other methods are needed. And...it takes a lot more energy than one might expect."

Miroku lowered his gaze while Sango situated herself down on the pallet, allowing her the only moment of modesty she would have during the treatment.

Sango lay with her body prone before him as he, with his palms above her face, began to emanate heat on her skin. While doing this, he drank in the pools of her dark brown eyes and soft brown hair. He wondered how it was that he had been able to keep his baser instincts at bay, considering that they were wreaking havoc on him with every moment of his healing treatments. Perhaps it was because he truly did love her, something he wanted to believe with every bit of his heart and soul. Under her influence, his holy powers had increased tenfold. Only for her, he believed, could this have ever happened, and he fervently prayed that he was indeed correct.

Sango could feel her skin flush with embarrassment as Miroku moved around to her temples, down her neck, and across her shoulders. He then worked his way across her chest and down to her breasts. Her heart began to beat faster and her body betrayed her, her nipples stiffening, rising with desire, reaching out for his touch. She fervently hoped Miroku didn't notice.

However, that was not the case. Miroku took his time as he watched her begin to quiver, noticing that her hands were fisted in an attempt to quell her rising desire. Feeling that he had teased enough to deserve a slap, he ran his hot palms around her ribs, slowing as he made his way down her abdomen.

Sango didn't have to be told that she would need to spread her legs to get the full effect of Miroku's treatments. Though she had become accustomed to this treatment, and knew that it was necessary, that knowledge didn't decrease her embarrassment. This particular part of her treatments always left her feeling weak. Her discomfiture didn't matter, though. She would do almost anything to be able to bear children, and if this was what it took, she would force herself to endure it.

Sango could hardly resist the pleasure, and Miroku knew it as his surreptitious glances found the glistening of her juices, slicking the pink petals of the garden that he so desired to plunder with his tongue. Knowing what it did to Sango, that she wanted him, nearly did him in every time. It took every ounce of his willpower to get through it.

Gently, Miroku moved his palms around from the sides of her hips, bringing them together over her delicate mound, then down in front of her beautiful garden of delight.

Gods of heaven and earth; dear Buddha, please give me strength!

Little did he know, as her heartbeat quickened and as her muscles tensed, Sango was silently making the same plea. Breathing deeply, Miroku paused, his hot hands never touching her flesh. He knew that Sango found this exciting. He had seen the evidence of her unspoken desire—she was already so excited that her slick juices gathered at her opening, glistening in the candlelight before he had even arrived at this delicious site. He always tried not to look, but sometimes, on occasions when she had her eyes closed, he had enjoyed a short glance.

His warmth on her toes sent heat pooling into Sango's belly again, a tidbit of information that she hoped Miroku hadn't noticed. He gently rolled her onto her abdomen and once again started at the nape of her neck, causing a delicious shiver to run down her spine.

Miroku smiled. How long will she be able to withstand her own desire?

Arriving at the pale marble surface of her behind, he paused for a moment and imagined the feel of her baby soft skin in his hands. Though he had felt those firm, well-rounded globes before, it was only through the coarse texture of her clothing. And here she lay, right beneath him, without a stitch of clothing separating her tender flesh from his inquisitive touch. He momentarily lost his focus, his attention firmly planted on the sensual curve of her baskside, until, again, she spread her legs for him.

Miroku held his breath and continued the excruciatingly sensual treatment, following the torturous path to its conclusion, eventually ending the session at her slender toes.

Thank the gods that is over! He exhaled with relief. He hurriedly rose to stand, shifting his hardened arousal to a more comfortable position before Sango could glance his way. It would be best to vacate the premises post haste. While striding toward the door, he spoke in that low melodic voice that he knew she found so irresistible. "You need no more treatments, Sango."

Turning to leave, he could see out of the corner of his eye, Sango beginning to pleasure herself and chuckled at the realization that she had not even had the patience to wait until he had completely exited the hut.

Miroku grinned, very pleased as he walked across the field. It won't be long before her desire gets the best of her!

Speaking of which, his own desire was killing him and he decided that a nice bath and meditation was what he needed most. With that thought in mind—and many others that he was sorely tested not to focus on as they would entirely ruin the whole point of his meditation—he headed across the field and practically fled into the forest. After reaching the local spring, Miroku wasted no time divesting himself of his robes, leaving only the cloth and prayer beads wound around his wind tunnel. Diving in and swimming at a rapid pace, he worked the strained tension out of his body, and not a moment too soon.

Aaah, much better. He smiled and chuckled to himself, again replaying the image of Sango with her hand between her thighs. That turned out to be a rather large mistake, as witnessed by his newly aching erection. Now he would be forced to once again work off the persistent arousal that decided to revisit him, hard, and with a vengeance.

"No, not yet," he commanded his body while gritting his teeth and clenching his hands. If it was the last thing he did, he would be ready when Sango came to him, hopefully, begging for release from her sexual frustration. Sweet words hadn't worked, neither had overt actions. Perhaps this slow tease was exactly what she had needed to be inexorably drawn to him.

Climbing out of the water, he took a long stretch toward the sky then trotted to his favorite boulder. Lying down, he spread out his well-formed frame across the sun-warmed boulder. Taking slow calming breaths, he tried to focus on anything other than Sango's beautiful body flushed with desire. Damn it! The challenge of ignoring his memories of her only brought more visions of her beauty to his lusting mind and his hand twitched in its desire to caress the taut globes of her behind.

So far, Miroku's efforts at keeping his libido under control were failing miserably.

Having decided she needed a good cleansing, Sango had arrived at the spring while Miroku had been swimming and couldn't tear herself away. Watching from behind a tree in conveniently placed tall brush, she had seen his arousal and wondered at the size of his big, hard...bad girl!

Okay. Let's just examine this body in a professional manner...just to find out how capable he is in battle. Yeah, okay, Sango rationalized. Just keep telling yourself that and you won't notice the hot, steamy...bad girl!

While those thoughts raced through her mind, Miroku had relaxed, soaking up the warmth of the sun, aided by the moisture clinging to his damp skin, and soon he was asleep. Taking advantage of the situation, Sango crept up to the spring. She silently removed her blouse and skirt, the material of the blouse teasing her flushed and pert nipples as she divested herself of all her clothing.

I can't believe that I'm doing this!

Quietly sliding into the spring and treading water, she made her way toward Miroku. Upon reaching him, she quietly climbed out of the pool and crept toward him. Watching for any signs that he was awakening, she tried to figure out exactly what she thought she was doing and why.

I'm just as bad as he is. Worse!

Staring at Miroku's sleek figure, Sango couldn't help but want to run her hands along his long, lean arms and legs. She wanted to caress his chest, to run her hand down past his belly button where a light trail of black hair led to his...well, she wouldn't go that far! It would serve Miroku right if he had to endure the same kind of 'treatments' from her.

Even though his body was always covered by his robes, Miroku managed to acquire a slight tan through his recently necessary and frequent meditations. His muscles, much like hers, didn't bulge out and away from his joints, but gave him a wonderfully lean and agile appearance. So perfect, at least in her eyes. His face was so soft and gentle, the lines smooth and pleasant to look upon. His deep, alluring eyes and sensuous baritone voice always excited her, sending shivers of desire through her entire body. The cloth and beads binding his wind tunnel in the palm of his right hand only added to his intriguing charm.

Sango knelt down, carefully reaching out to touch the beads and rolling them between her fingers. They felt cool and smooth against her warm fingers. Miroku's facial expression was relaxed, tempting her to lean in closer, allowing her the chance to be close to his full, enticing lips. Drawn by his alluring features, Sango paused, remembering to pull her wet hair onto her back. She leaned in closer, and closer still, until she could feel his breath on her lips. It teased her, dared her to do it—to give in to temptation. Slowly, she lowered her mouth to his, the pull indescribable as her lips touched his. When Miroku showed no sign of waking, Sango settled her lips fully onto his, but with very little pressure. Closing her eyes, she relished their softness as she lightly tasted them. Gently pulling away, a slight smile played across her lips. She'd done it! She'd finally pushed past her fears and had kissed Miroku!

"You know, it would only be fair if I returned the favor for all the blows that I have taken as punishment for my many transgressions against your beautiful body. However, I would never harm a woman for such an innocent kiss, especially the woman I love with all of my being."

Miroku smiled, opening his dark eyes and grabbing her bottom at the same time, something he had been longing to do through these never ending weeks of torment. Yet, through it all, he had dutifully withheld.

Sango gasped, eyes wide in shock, and face flushed in embarrassment. She didn't know whether to run away, slap him, or to dive into his lips, though the latter was by far the more appealing of the two options. And really, she had no right to slap him at this point. She was the one who had taken advantage of him!

Miroku quickly solved her dilemma for her. He grabbed the back of her head and tangled his fingers in her hair. Then, pulling her face down to his, he plunged his tongue deep into her mouth, thoroughly exploring and tasting her. Quickly, so as to not give her time to escape, he wrapped his arm around her waist and cradled her head with his other arm, trapping her against himself. To remove any chance of escape, he rolled her beneath him, settling his weight onto her body and pinning her water slicked, beautiful form beneath his.

This was what he had been waiting for, hoping for with all of his heart, and with other aching body parts as well. She had come to him of her own accord, and he wasn't about to give her a chance to have second thoughts—not now, not ever. And if she even thought to have them, he would put an end to them before they could even fully form.

Sango hadn't even had time to get over the shock before Miroku had closed the distance between them, gently tugging at her bottom lip before pressing their lips together. His kiss was demanding as he buried his tongue deep within her mouth, only to pull away slowly, his lips wrapped around her tongue. Sango shivered from the delightful feeling of his dominance and exploration. Even as she relaxed, she could feel the warmth of her blush beginning to rise and take over her whole body.

She stared in wonder as Miroku gazed into her eyes, seemingly drinking her up. With her heart swelling in her chest and desire rising from her core, Sango reached up, tightly grabbing his hair and pulled him down to her. Covering his lips with hers, she drew them into her mouth and then pulled away, dragging his bottom lip between her teeth, savoring the smooth taste her roughness accorded. The taste was not sweet, yet not bitter, but some pleasant flavor between. As she nibbled at his lips, she suddenly decided that he would not be dominant in this. If anything, they would stand on equal ground, or lie on it, as they were doing at the moment.

I can't believe that I'm doing this. How did I get from slapping him for the slightest sexual overture to attacking him while he was sleeping! What am I doing!?

Of course, Miroku knew exactly what had happened. His slow seduction was finally paying off in ways that he never could have imagined possible. Sango was turning out to be much more aggressive than he'd expected. She wasn't playing the shy virgin, much to his delight.

Miroku roughly kissed his way down Sango's neck, until he reached those rosy nipples standing out in askance to be caressed, nipped and tugged. He obliged her body's desire as it quivered, writhed, and bucked beneath him. His breaths came faster and heavier as he teased Sango's nipples into hardness beneath his lips with kissing, licking and suckling. The soft, firm mounds of her breasts were beautiful, just right, and he buried his face between them. He bathed in the softness of her skin and the scent that was distinctly her; something that he had come to learn intimately over the past weeks, yet, in which he had been unable to fully indulge.

Finally given the opportunity to partake of this sweet delicacy, Miroku showed his enthusiasm by grinding his hardened length into Sango's thigh. He was swollen and needy, shaft throbbing and aching with desire.

Sango quivered as he began stroking along her abdomen and she couldn't help but writhe against him.

Wet, hot juices flowed from both as they went through the motions, gliding against each other, but not yet completing the act. It was too soon. There was too much left to enjoy, too much of this exquisite torture to savor.

Miroku sucked into his mouth and nibbled the skin at the nape of her neck, tasting her hot skin and sucking down her salty perspiration. A small cry escaped Sango's lips as she gripped Miroku's thick brown hair even tighter, lifting him with the motion of her hips as she burned with want denied to her for so many days on end. The friction was to die for, driving them both toward what would soon become a frenzy of lust, desire, heat, and the culmination of their love for one another.

Miroku stroked her cheek as he drew away from her breasts then kissed her passionately, deeply, wringing a moan from her throat, which he swallowed with undying hunger.

Again, heat pooled between Sango's leg. Fires of desire and arousal were sparked throughout her body. She enthusiastically returned his passion, nibbling his earlobe and then biting the skin of his neck hard as all of her inhibitions burned away with the flames of passion.

Miroku pulled back and grinned down at her with a smirk. "Always the warrior, never to be bested," he murmured.

"Best me, Miroku. Take me. Make me a woman," Sango breathed, forcing herself to speak through the heat between them while gasping for air and feeling herself burning from the inside out. "No more teasing. I've had enough of that...need you."

It was a relief to know that Sango felt the same desperation he had been feeling for so long. He held Sango's back firmly against the smooth rock and pressed his aching, hot shaft against her quivering belly. Drawing his hips back, he positioned the tip of his manhood at the entrance of her dripping core and she graciously raised her hips to meet him.

At that moment, Miroku could have sworn that this was some tormenting dream that had taken advantage of his sunbathing and he would wake up, disappointed once again. However, he shook off that thought quickly enough.

As a healer of sorts, Miroku knew that Sango's constant training would most likely have left her open to him and he needn't worry about the pain of breaking her barrier. He was certain Sango would enjoy the fruits of his knowledge.

Drawing back, his shaft trailing through the slick fluid with which he had soaked her belly, he positioned himself at her heated core. Without hesitation, he shoved her entire body forward, deeply burying himself inside her. So tight with the swelling of her arousal, her walls constricted and quivered around him, sucking at him, begging him to pound into her with all the years of denial he had suffered.

Sango cried out in the pleasure, and the pain, of taking him all at once, but she wouldn't have wanted it done any other way. His filling of her body was swift and complete, ravaging her senses. The fires that burned within her rose as the thick hardness of him stretched her walls. She felt as though she were an animal driven by instinct alone, wanting it fast and hard, and she was loving every minute of it. In battle, hard and fast was what she knew and her passion had burned low for far too long.

She took the opportunity to draw her arms down under his. Until she'd wrapped her arms around his back, she'd never felt the concrete strength there, and it amazed her how solid he truly was. Shaking those thoughts away, she pulled her legs up and wrapped them around his waist. She clung to him, showing him that she wanted it rough, that she was on fire and craved more.

Miroku withdrew, leaving his tip just barely inside her pulsing, hot, slippery passage. He needed a moment to breathe and calm himself. Giving her what they both wanted would send him over the edge too soon and this was something that he wanted them to enjoy for as long as possible. Lifting himself, he gazed into deep, dark eyes that were half closed in the fog of her passion. The sight drew a pained moan from him, made him yearn to be back inside of her warm, wet chamber. Filling her with his solid, hard length again, he rocked into her more slowly, though the motion still shoved her forward, scraping her back against the rock.

When Sango ran her nails down his back, drawing blood while writhing and whimpering, Miroku understood. She was urging him to speed his pace, letting him know that she needed him deeper inside her and that his holding back was not giving her enough of him. Yet, he could not let go. Instead, he kept his agonizingly slow pace, thoroughly enjoying her clenching, wet warmth. In her longing to have him deeper, her hands traveled further down to his waist and pulled at him. It was enough to cause him to lose control and pound into her vigorously. If only his body would obey his mind, but she just kept pushing him!

Sango cried out in ecstasy at the sudden fulfilling of her desire. Something was building within her, tightening her muscles, folding her abdomen into itself, a painfully exquisite torture.

Miroku moaned and buried his face into her hair. He didn't want to peak, not yet. He wanted to feel the warmth of her grip on his engorged, pulsing shaft as it slowly stroked her soft contoured walls. He wanted to feel it all, every nuance of her body.

Sango was panting into his ear and he heard her swallow as she whined and whimpered in protest when he slowed his motion once again. Her hot juices flowed down his shaft and onto the fruit of his loins, soaking him in her wet heat. It was surprising that she, too, felt swollen and engorged as though she ached as he did. Did women experience this, much as a man would, he wondered?

He slowed even more, heightening the pleasure another notch while paying more attention to her responses. She wanted him, wanted him to plunder her, wanted it rough, and it wasn't long before he complied. He just couldn't help himself. Grabbing her hair, he yanked down, forcing her head back as he buried himself as deep as possible. Her walls welcomed him, entrapped him, and it felt better than he ever could have imagined.

As Miroku pulled back out again, he bit the nape of her neck and suckled her skin into his mouth, stroking it with his tongue. Her groan and shudder overwhelmed him. Suddenly, he was losing control, his body no longer obeying the commands that his mind had been giving it. Now, there was only one thought in his mind.

He wanted all of her. Now. Every last bit.

Miroku couldn't resist her tantalizing taste, nor the delectable banquet set out before him. Thrusting harder while still gripping her hair, he kept her chin lifted high into the air, giving him the opportunity to slide his tongue and lips down under her chin to her collar bone. His mouth never let up as he plunged into her over and over again. He had to have her breasts in his mouth. His hands gripped her hips and he lowered his head. Nipples pressed against his lips, and he took them, tugging, sucking and nipping, relishing the addictive taste as it rolled across his tongue and permeated his senses.

He couldn't hold in the groan that vibrated her breast, wrenching from his throat a whispered plea for completion. Her small cries of pleasure drove him higher. He rose up to gaze upon Sango's features. Her jaw dropped and her eyes slid shut as she cried out her need for more. Her responses to him, her insatiable need to have him rigorously plundering her recesses, nearly drove him over the edge. He could see that she, too, was on the precipice. In order to give her something solid to anchor her, he wrapped his forearms under her, grabbing her shoulders and holding her in an iron grip as he worked, pounding her into the oblivion of climax.

Sango cried out when pure bliss racked her convulsing body. Her mind blanked and her body tightened. Waves of ecstasy, seeming to implode then explode, erupted through her quaking body. Nothing else existed, everything lost to blinding white.

The constricting, pulsing grip of her walls around Miroku's thick hardness was enough to sear open a path of flames that shot through his body, from the tip of his pulsing shaft, down his spine, and through his belly to his trembling arms and legs. It catapulted him over the edge. One last deep thrust and his vision blurred as his seed burst forth into her welcoming core, coating her walls with its heat until he could feel it dripping between them.

A grunt and loud groan escaped from deep within his chest. His entire body trembled with the aftershocks of pleasure still coursing through his veins. Even after the initial jolt, he continued to thrust into her in a slow, rocking rhythm as the waves of their passion slowly subsided, leaving him drained, but still tingling and sated.

Sango breathed in deeply then let out a shuddering sigh. Immense pleasure still buzzed through her body and mind, not quite loosening its grip. Perhaps this was a sin, but that's not how she felt. She felt as though it was a sign of the melding, of their hearts into one being. As Miroku, still lying between her thighs, gave her a long, languid, and searching kiss, she felt her walls involuntarily grip him again, sending a surprise wave of release washing over her, drawing a guttural moan from the depths of her throat as he continued to kiss her.

Again and again Miroku kissed her, drawing out her responses and re-igniting the fires of passion. Sango turned her head to get some much needed air, then moaned as she wantonly tipped back her head to give Miroku access to her neck.

Miroku had never experienced a woman that responded to his kisses in such a manner after having already reached climax. Sango's little climaxes only served to increase the amazement he already felt toward her. After thoroughly ravishing her neck, he continued his kisses, stroking her tongue with his and nibbling at her lips. His left hand decided it was time to get in on the fun and pinched her right nipple. Happily, Sango continued responding to him, becoming more and more vocal.

Miroku couldn't believe it; he was quickly becoming aroused again! Time for a second round, and if he was lucky, there would be a third one as well. This next one would be gentle and soft, he decided, a slow languid savoring of this new found aspect of their relationship. If Sango agreed, they would take their time, thoroughly exploring each other before reaching the peak that sent them into that white, hot oblivion. He would savor every moment of his exploration until they no longer had the strength to move. It would be an event to rival an exploding star.

And even after their bodies were drained to exhaustion, their love would always burn as bright as the flames of the sun...for an eternity yet to come.

*Disclaimer*

Inuyasha and all associated characters are owned by Rumiko Takahashi, Shogakukan, Yomiuri TV, Sunrise, and Viz. I do not own Inuyasha and make no profit from this story, nor do I intend to. My only goal is to occupy my demented mind with delusions of actually owning a life-sized, anatomically correct Sesshoumaru android to use and abuse at will.