Chapter 33

Miroku slammed Kagome against their bedroom wall, breathing heavy as he claimed her mouth and stole her breath away. Their wedding had been as magical as he thought it would be. InuYasha had behaved himself, Izayoi and Touga had made sure it was beautiful and elegant, all without going overboard.

Kagome had loved seeing how all of her planning had come together, and after a wonderful ceremony, they celebrated right in the backyard. At that point, other people had been invited, the girls from the club, and any family friends that the others wanted.

After dancing, cake, and accepting everyone's congratulations, Miroku and Kagome finally made it home. They were already packed for their weeklong honeymoon, so the moment they walked in the door, Miroku was on her, unable to contain his elation at being able to call her his wife.

Miroku turned her around, pushing her against the wall with his hips. His erection pressing against her backside, leaving her no doubts as to what he wanted. "So beautiful, My Wife." His breath was hot on her neck, and her head leaned back over his shoulder. "This dress fit you perfectly, but now I want it off."

His hands roamed over the white fabric, his mouth still moving over any bit of flesh that he could reach. Slowly, he unbuttoned her dress, fingers ghosting over her heated skin. She whispered his name, and he pressed her against the wall once more, grinding his erection against her.

"So damn perfect." Pushing the small sleeves of her dress over her shoulder, he helped it fall to the floor, groaning when he saw what she wore underneath. A skimpy little white lingerie piece that had him drooling and his cock twitching. "You vixen. You hid this from me?"

"I wanted a surprise for when you unwrapped that dress from me. Do you like it?" She tilted her head, biting her lip as she met his intense eyes. His heart hammered in his chest, arousal spiking through him.

Thrusting his hips against her, his cock spread her backside, cushioning itself between her fleshy cheeks. "What do you think, Kagome? Do you think I like what I see?" She moaned as his hands roamed over her flesh, getting caught in the lingerie she wore.

He pulled himself away from her suddenly, taking a few steps back. "Get on the bed, leave your shoes on, face the closest." It took her a moment to process his demand, but when she realized he was undressing, she rushed over to their bed, settling on her knees and waiting patiently.

When he was finally undressed, he wrapped his hand around his cock, eyes intense as he looked on his wife. He was hurting, so hard it felt as if he was going to explode. He watched as Kagome watched him stroke himself, biting her lip at the bead of precum that formed and rolled down his cock.

"These outfits…" He pointed to her bridal lingerie, eyes roaming over her hungrily. "They test my control, Kagome. I want to bend you over, and take you hard, until you scream my name. I am having to fight my desire, so I can give you a wedding night you would never forget."

She smirked, leaning back on her hands and pushing out her breast. He could see her taut nipples, the dark color bleeding through the white fabric. He swallowed again, and then stalked towards her. Hand fisting in her hair, he claimed her mouth roughly, holding her head in place as he dominated their kiss.

Pulling away, he looked at her for a moment, eyes zoning in on her throat. He attacked, nuzzling, and then suckling the flesh. She cried out as he left a mark on her skin, claiming her for all to see. Forcing himself back under control, he let her hair go, and maneuvered himself to sit behind her, leaning against the headboard.

"Back up." His voice was deep and throaty. She slowly moved back towards him, and his hands grabbed her hips, guiding to sit just in front of him, her back against his chest. Each hand grabbed a leg, pulling it over his and opening her up. "Look forward." His eyes were locked onto the mirror that he had strategically placed for this purpose alone.

She gasped as she saw their reflection, saw his heated eyes, the way his hands roamed over her skin. Her body clenched in anticipation, her womanhood glistening with her arousal. Miroku ran his fingers between her breast, running a thumb over her nipple. "Don't look away. Don't close your eyes. Watch as I pleasure you, as we consummate our marriage and our love."

She moaned, and he smirked, kissing her neck and jawline. The hand not at her breast moved over her hip, and dipped between her legs, brushing against her slick arousal. Her breathing shuddered in anticipation, mouth dropping as he finally delved between her folds and her swollen clit that was begging for his attention. Her hands snapped out, wrapping around his wrist as he rolled his fingers against her.

Her eyes started to close, but he nipped her shoulder, causing them to snap back open. "If you close them, I will stop. Keep them open, Kagome." His cock twitched against her back, and it took all he had not to thrust against her.

Focusing on her instead, he pressed two fingers inside of her, curling them and watching as she threw her head back and cried out. "Watch me." She snapped her head back down, panting as his thumb continued to assault her clit while he pressed his fingers in and out of her. His other hand rolled her nipple between her fingers, his mouth kissing all along her shoulder and neck. It was a sensory overload, her pleasure rising above what it normally would.

Her breathing picked up, barely able to get any air in her lungs as her first orgasm approached quickly. She couldn't help but to roll her hips against his hand. When she exploded, keeping her eyes open had been nearly impossible as the pleasure overcame her, however she somehow managed.

"Good girl." Miroku purred, watching her in the reflection of the mirror. He reached under her, lifting her up so he could line up his cock with her core. They both watched as he pressed inside of her, both groaning as he stretched her in that delicious way he always did.

She always felt so full when he entered her, and could feel him against her womb. It was painful, erotic, and so good at the same time. Miroku held her hips, fingers digging into flesh. "Move against me, Love. Take your pleasure from me." She listened, rolling her hips slowly. They both watched as his cock would pull from her depths and then disappear once more.

The mirror added an aspect that neither had expected. Sex between the two had always been pleasurable. The connection between them was strong, and felt at all times, but more so when they came together as one. The mirror seemed to heighten that. It seemed to magnify the emotion and feelings between the two until it was an inferno of pleasure.

Kagome reached up, ripping her breast out of the barely there outfit. Miroku wasted no time in grabbing it, his other hand pulling out her other breast. He massaged them both, beginning to thrust his hips as she moved against him. They were both panting, both feeling the pleasure surging through them.

It was more than they had ever experienced before.

"Miroku! Please!" Kagome's hands were on his thighs, her movements becoming erratic. She was clenching down around him, causing him to curse as his body tried to react. Once more she cried out, and it took every bit of control to keep from reaching his release in that moment.

He tore himself from her, breath coming in short gasps as he threw his head back in an attempt to control himself. After a few heartbeats, he looked at her, seeing her leaned over and panting. He moved her, positioning her so she was on her hands and knees. They were now laying across the bed, so they could see themselves from the side.

Miroku knelt behind her, focusing on her instead of the mirror. Her eyes were glued to it, watching every move he made. His fingers moved over her backside, squeezing the flesh. He bent down, kissing a cheek, and nipping at it. She jumped, pulling away from him slightly, but in an instant, she was pushing back against his mouth and moaning.

A single digit pressed against her back entrance, and she stiffened, causing Miroku to smirk. "Do you want me to take you here, Kagome?" She was dripping from her arousal, and he pressed his thumb against it, lubricating it thickest finger. When saturated with her arousal, he moved it back up to her puckered backside, pressing it against it. "Tell me no, and I will move on."

His own breathing was harsh, waiting on her to reject the idea. She blushed, but said nothing, and that was all the permission he needed. Pushing against her, his thumb penetrated her, and she gasped at the unusual feeling. It was unique and odd, but not unwelcome.

"It won't be today, Kagome, I will have to work you up to it, but soon, I will take you here. Would you be opposed?" He moved his thumb within her, watching as she began to squirm. She shook her head, moaning as he removed his thumb, just to replace it with his pointer finger. Thinner, but longer.

"Perfect." Miroku grabbed his cock with his other hand, lining it up with her core, and pressing inside. She cried out, unused to the feeling of both of her holes being occupied. Miroku was relentless, unable to hold back anymore. He fiercely thrust into her, leaning over her as his finger continued to move inside of her.

Kagome watched in the mirror, watching as he lost control. He wasn't looking at her, but instead leaning his forehead against her shoulder, his face that of a pleasure filled grimace. He was lost to the pleasure she was able to give him, taking all that she had to offer.

Seeing him like that was a power trip. It was no lie that she didn't think much of herself, but anytime Miroku interacted with her, it was true. Losing control, his obvious pleasure and reaction to her body, it all reminded her that even if she didn't think much of herself, he did.

He found her beautiful, gorgeous even. He never failed to tell her that. He didn't hide her away but showed her off happily on his arm. He made her feel good about herself, and just like now, she held onto that feeling.

Her sudden orgasm crashed into her, and she cried out once more, her entire body convulsing from the ecstasy that flowed through her. Miroku made a noise that she couldn't identify, and then she felt it. The twitching of his cock, the warmth as he spilled into her womb. She could see his face as his body went rigid with his own climax.

Falling over, he took her with him, his arms wrapping around her as they regained their breathing. She laced their fingers together, her body clenching around him in aftershocks. After a few minutes, she chuckled, her heart rate finally slowing. "Can we do that again? Often?"

Smirking, with his eyes closed, he kissed the back of her neck. "Which part?"

"All of it. I liked all of it." She wiggled against him, feeling him still buried inside of her. He hummed, opening his eyes as he once again began to harden. Kagome reached down between her legs, fingers running over his cock. "Miroku, don't let me sleep tonight."

"As you wish, My Love."

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Look. A lemon filled chapter. lol. I hope you all enjoyed.