WARNING!!! This chapter contains LEMON CONTENT!!!!! No children allowed!!! Please respect that. You have been warned!
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~Ryouko-Kitsune~
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Miroku slowly pulled off the blanket that covered Kotori and smiled. All she had on was the cloth that covered her womanhood and the bandages that bound her breasts. He had forgotten that, as a priestess, she was expected to bind her breasts not only for modesty, but to make it easier to fight as well.
"Well, those bandages won't stay on for long." thought Miroku to himself as he gazed down at her.
Her hands roamed his broad and muscled chest. His skin was soft to the touch, and she knew just what would drive him crazy. She ran the tips of her fingers up and down his chest, and he moaned softly. She smiled, enjoying the effect her actions had on her lover.
Miroku felt himself become aroused again and he bent over to kiss her once more. His curious hands explored her abused body. They felt the gentle curves of her hips, the softness of her skin, and the tight muscles in her stomach.
When his hands reached her bound breasts, he lightly ran his hands over the bandages and began to unwrap them, with some difficulty.
Feeling frustrated, he looked around for something he could cut them with. He found a small knife and slid it under the bindings.
Kotori felt the cold steel touch her skin and she shivered a bit. Yet, with the certainty of Miroku's hands, she wasn't afraid he would cut her.
He thrust the knife upward and the bandages fell away, exposing her large, milk-white breasts. He threw the pieces of bandages aside and looked down at his love.
Her hair was tossed playfully about her face and breasts, and her sparkling blue eyes studied him intently. Some sunlight had crept through the shades covering the windows to lay themselves gracefully across her body, making her look as though she were some divine spirit.
"She looks like a goddess sent straight from the heavens!" thought Miroku as he gazed at the beautiful form beneath him.
He bent down again and lightly kissed her lips. Then, he left a trail of kisses down her neck, across her collar bone, and in-between her breasts.
She moaned softly and ran her hands up and down his back. When he took one of her breasts into his mouth, she gasped at the sudden pleasure.
He suckled her breast lightly, swirling his tongue around her nipple, making it hard. Yet he had not neglected the other breast. His hand moved in similar motions with his tongue. Then he switched to the other breast and repeated the process.
Then he began to move lower, planting small kisses down her stomach. When he reached the cloth that protected her womanhood, he raised his hands to untie the knots and slip the thin cloth off her slender hips.
By now, his manhood was hard and throbbing painfully, but no matter how bad he wanted to take her right then and there, he kept himself in check.
Just as he was about to remove the cloth, she pulled him up to her and kissed him passionately.
He broke off the kiss and looked at her in surprise, "Why did you stop me?"
She smiled mischievously at him, "I don't want you doing all the work."
Suddenly, he felt her soft hands caressing his hard and throbbing shaft. Before he could stop himself, he moaned loudly, "Oh Gods!"
She smiled and continued to stroke his manhood, using only the tips of her fingers.
When he regained some control, he looked down. She had slipped her hands down his robes while they were talking. She stopped briefly to remove the rest of his robes and roll him over so she was on top, and he was able to regained some of his composure.
Yet, no sooner did he regain it, Kotori once again began to stroke him and he was lost in the sensations.
Just as he was about to reach the end of his control, he pulled her hands away and flipped her back over so he was on top. Then he hastily removed her thin undergarment.
She was breathing in mewing gasps as he showered her body with kisses, sending shivers up and down her spine. She could barely control herself, but she was able to tell Miroku what she wanted. "M...Miroku! Take.....take me now! Please!"
Without further hesitation, Miroku granted her request. He thrust into her and she cried out in ecstacy. It was a little painful because most of her wounds were still healing, but she pushed the pain from her mind.
"I wish we could stay like this forever." thought Kotori, but her thoughts were interrupted when Miroku began to move in and out of her.
Slowly, but surely, Kotori began to match his movements. Their bodies molded together like two pieces of a jigsaw puzzle.
Then Miroku did something unexpected. He sat on his heels and brought Kotori onto his lap, not once breaking their sacred union.
Almost immediately the pleasure was intensified. Kotori cried out and wrapped her arms around Miroku's neck. He placed his hands on her hips and thrust harder and harder into her, kissing her neck and breasts.
When she began to thrust against him, he grunted and almost lost control. "You won't pull something like that again." thought Miroku, lovingly.
With the last of his energy, he thrust one final time into his love and he lost it all. He could feel his white, hot seed spill into her womb and she cried out as she followed his climax.
Finally, they collapsed out of shear exhaustion. Miroku, still inside Kotori, brought them both down on her futon. He nuzzled her neck and she giggled softly.
With his free hand, Miroku grabbed the sheet he had thrown aside earlier and draped it over the two of them. When he looked into her eyes, he could tell that something was on her mind, though he didn't have to wait long to find out what it was.
She looked at him, wearing an almost pained expression. "I must tell you something, Miroku."
His heart jumped, "What is it?"
She hesitated, as though she were afraid to tell him, but when she spoke, she spoke softly, "My monthly courses came upon me this morning."
Miroku breathed a sigh of relief. "What's so bad about that?"
She turned her head away from him, trying to hide the fact that her eyes were welling up with tears. "I have failed to give you a child." Her voice sounded as if she was going to break down and cry any minute.
Miroku stroked her head, "Don't worry my love. We are still young. We have plenty of time to have children. Besides, even if you could never give me a child, it wouldn't matter because all I care about is you."
She turned to face him again and he saw the tears streaming down her face, "Really?"
He smiled, "Really. As long as I have you, my life is complete. I couldn't ask for anything more."
She wiped the tears from her eyes and said, "I promise you that I will bear you a child, no matter what! We just gave ourselves another chance for a child, so maybe we'll get lucky."
He smiled, "Maybe."
She curled up against him, and said softly, "Thank you, Miroku." Within a matter of minutes, Kotori was fast asleep, comforted by Miroku's warm body.
"No, thank you Kotori." said Miroku softly, before he too drifted off to sleep.
Thanks
~Ryouko-Kitsune~
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Miroku slowly pulled off the blanket that covered Kotori and smiled. All she had on was the cloth that covered her womanhood and the bandages that bound her breasts. He had forgotten that, as a priestess, she was expected to bind her breasts not only for modesty, but to make it easier to fight as well.
"Well, those bandages won't stay on for long." thought Miroku to himself as he gazed down at her.
Her hands roamed his broad and muscled chest. His skin was soft to the touch, and she knew just what would drive him crazy. She ran the tips of her fingers up and down his chest, and he moaned softly. She smiled, enjoying the effect her actions had on her lover.
Miroku felt himself become aroused again and he bent over to kiss her once more. His curious hands explored her abused body. They felt the gentle curves of her hips, the softness of her skin, and the tight muscles in her stomach.
When his hands reached her bound breasts, he lightly ran his hands over the bandages and began to unwrap them, with some difficulty.
Feeling frustrated, he looked around for something he could cut them with. He found a small knife and slid it under the bindings.
Kotori felt the cold steel touch her skin and she shivered a bit. Yet, with the certainty of Miroku's hands, she wasn't afraid he would cut her.
He thrust the knife upward and the bandages fell away, exposing her large, milk-white breasts. He threw the pieces of bandages aside and looked down at his love.
Her hair was tossed playfully about her face and breasts, and her sparkling blue eyes studied him intently. Some sunlight had crept through the shades covering the windows to lay themselves gracefully across her body, making her look as though she were some divine spirit.
"She looks like a goddess sent straight from the heavens!" thought Miroku as he gazed at the beautiful form beneath him.
He bent down again and lightly kissed her lips. Then, he left a trail of kisses down her neck, across her collar bone, and in-between her breasts.
She moaned softly and ran her hands up and down his back. When he took one of her breasts into his mouth, she gasped at the sudden pleasure.
He suckled her breast lightly, swirling his tongue around her nipple, making it hard. Yet he had not neglected the other breast. His hand moved in similar motions with his tongue. Then he switched to the other breast and repeated the process.
Then he began to move lower, planting small kisses down her stomach. When he reached the cloth that protected her womanhood, he raised his hands to untie the knots and slip the thin cloth off her slender hips.
By now, his manhood was hard and throbbing painfully, but no matter how bad he wanted to take her right then and there, he kept himself in check.
Just as he was about to remove the cloth, she pulled him up to her and kissed him passionately.
He broke off the kiss and looked at her in surprise, "Why did you stop me?"
She smiled mischievously at him, "I don't want you doing all the work."
Suddenly, he felt her soft hands caressing his hard and throbbing shaft. Before he could stop himself, he moaned loudly, "Oh Gods!"
She smiled and continued to stroke his manhood, using only the tips of her fingers.
When he regained some control, he looked down. She had slipped her hands down his robes while they were talking. She stopped briefly to remove the rest of his robes and roll him over so she was on top, and he was able to regained some of his composure.
Yet, no sooner did he regain it, Kotori once again began to stroke him and he was lost in the sensations.
Just as he was about to reach the end of his control, he pulled her hands away and flipped her back over so he was on top. Then he hastily removed her thin undergarment.
She was breathing in mewing gasps as he showered her body with kisses, sending shivers up and down her spine. She could barely control herself, but she was able to tell Miroku what she wanted. "M...Miroku! Take.....take me now! Please!"
Without further hesitation, Miroku granted her request. He thrust into her and she cried out in ecstacy. It was a little painful because most of her wounds were still healing, but she pushed the pain from her mind.
"I wish we could stay like this forever." thought Kotori, but her thoughts were interrupted when Miroku began to move in and out of her.
Slowly, but surely, Kotori began to match his movements. Their bodies molded together like two pieces of a jigsaw puzzle.
Then Miroku did something unexpected. He sat on his heels and brought Kotori onto his lap, not once breaking their sacred union.
Almost immediately the pleasure was intensified. Kotori cried out and wrapped her arms around Miroku's neck. He placed his hands on her hips and thrust harder and harder into her, kissing her neck and breasts.
When she began to thrust against him, he grunted and almost lost control. "You won't pull something like that again." thought Miroku, lovingly.
With the last of his energy, he thrust one final time into his love and he lost it all. He could feel his white, hot seed spill into her womb and she cried out as she followed his climax.
Finally, they collapsed out of shear exhaustion. Miroku, still inside Kotori, brought them both down on her futon. He nuzzled her neck and she giggled softly.
With his free hand, Miroku grabbed the sheet he had thrown aside earlier and draped it over the two of them. When he looked into her eyes, he could tell that something was on her mind, though he didn't have to wait long to find out what it was.
She looked at him, wearing an almost pained expression. "I must tell you something, Miroku."
His heart jumped, "What is it?"
She hesitated, as though she were afraid to tell him, but when she spoke, she spoke softly, "My monthly courses came upon me this morning."
Miroku breathed a sigh of relief. "What's so bad about that?"
She turned her head away from him, trying to hide the fact that her eyes were welling up with tears. "I have failed to give you a child." Her voice sounded as if she was going to break down and cry any minute.
Miroku stroked her head, "Don't worry my love. We are still young. We have plenty of time to have children. Besides, even if you could never give me a child, it wouldn't matter because all I care about is you."
She turned to face him again and he saw the tears streaming down her face, "Really?"
He smiled, "Really. As long as I have you, my life is complete. I couldn't ask for anything more."
She wiped the tears from her eyes and said, "I promise you that I will bear you a child, no matter what! We just gave ourselves another chance for a child, so maybe we'll get lucky."
He smiled, "Maybe."
She curled up against him, and said softly, "Thank you, Miroku." Within a matter of minutes, Kotori was fast asleep, comforted by Miroku's warm body.
"No, thank you Kotori." said Miroku softly, before he too drifted off to sleep.