Sango stroked him slowly at first, while keeping her eyes locked on his. His shaft felt strange, yet wonderful in her hand. It was hard and warm, yet smooth to the touch. Oh how she had fantasized about doing this to the houshi, but she never thought she would live out her darker desires. She began to stroke him faster hearing no protest from him. Soon he began to pant. Sango blushed and slowed to a stop.
"Am I hurting you Miroku?" Concern deep in her voice and eyes.
Miroku had to swallow and clear his throat several times before his voice would cooperate. "Not at all koi, quite the opposite. In fact I would eagerly request you continue your previous activities." He practically begged her.
"Are you sure you don't want me to stop? You seemed as though you were in a great amount of pain." She questioned hesitantly.
"Sango, my dear I assure you that you weren't hurting me. I found it to be quite enjoyable, please my love continue." He implored her as he clutched her hand around his rod, he began to stroke himself with her hand. Realizing that he really meant that he wasn't in pain gave her courage to press forward and stroke him with renewed vigor.