Summer Heat
By: Arthia Maxwell
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha. And because of the popular demand I'm writing more! So no complaining when I leave it off on a cliffhanger, that's just my way. There are a few character add-ons, and those are mine! MINE YOU HEAR ME!!!!!
I usually don't do this but some people have made some comments that I want to comment on myself. A fan mentioned that she didn't like the idea of Kagome being pregnant so young. To tell the truth I don't like that fact either, however, that is just the way the story is. I just want to say I HIGHLY OBJECT TO YOUNGLINGS HAVING BABIES!!!! Men keep it to yourselves until you're old enough to handle the responsibility, and girl's just say no! Or at the very least play it safe, that's why the condom was invented. And on another note I'd just want to huggle all my fans who find this to their satisfaction. For the longest time I thought I had lost my touch and refused to write lemons, but now that I know I still have it I'm thinking of writing another one, or posting my Gundam Wing fanfic. Although there is a part in it which I know FFN won't let me post. Well, enough of me rattling on.On with the story.
Miroku watched as Kaede walked down the road on her way to the outskirts of the village to help an ill woman. He suspected that she would be away for at least a few days. He turned around spotting Shippo and Kirara playing in the yard. Now all he had to do was get rid of those two, then he would be able to seduce Sango. He grinned pervertedly.
Entering the hut he found Sango cooking their evening meal. Sniffing the air he found it to be rice and fish, again. Boy, how he wished Kagome was here with her 'instant' noodles. He knew why Inuyasha loved them so much. They were fast and they were good. Sango turned once he had entered and smiled at him.
"Dinner will be ready here in a few minutes." Her smile quickly faded, however, when she felt his hand caressing her hind end. Her eye twitched and she turned around slapping him across the cheek. "Hentai!" She muttered and stalked out of the hut to find Shippo and Kirara. Miroku grinned, rubbing his throbbing cheek.
"Boy, what a woman."
That night at dinner, Sango sat across the fire from Miroku to keep from having her dinner ruined. Shippo looked between the two silent humans. Boy someone needs to get laid. He thought using the word he had picked up from Kagome even though he really didn't understand what it meant. He finished happily and ran outside with Kirara to play.
Sango cleaned up the dinner dishes with one eye on Miroku. He had been good all though dinner and now he was sitting near the fire a look of deep concentration on his face. She wondered what he was thinking about. Shrugging she went back to the dishes. Miroku continued to think about how he was going to approach Sango. He opened an eye and looked at Sango through the corner of her eye. She was really beautiful. He stood startling Sango, said nothing and went outside. He found Shippo and Kirara near the woods. He had better convince Shippo to sleep by the Goshinbuku quickly or he might not be able to find his way back in the dark.
Shippo looked up as Miroku approached him and Kirara. He wondered if it was already time to come in. He kept a plead on the tip of his tongue just in case.
"Shippo could you and Kirara go to the Goshinbuku and sleep there tonight?" Shippo's plead stopped and he shook his head, wondering if he had heard right.
"NANI?!" He exclaimed.
"Could you and Kirara to sleep at the Goshinbuku tonight?" Miroku grinned pleasantly. Shippo looked up at him suspiciously.
"Why?"
Miroku reddened slightly and Shippo hid his smile. "So that Sango and I could spend some quality time together."
"You're going to make her your mate!" Shippo cheered happily. Miroku glowed red.
"Shippo!"
"What do I get?" Shippo pouched out his lower lip and made his eyes as large and watery as he could.
"I'll.uh.get you.I'll give you my share of chocolate when Kagome comes back!" He knew that Shippo would do anything for chocolate.
"OKAY!" With that Shippo turned and trudged off with Kirara following behind him. She turned back one last time to leer at Miroku then quickly hurried to catch up to Shippo. Turning on his heel he made his way back to the hut. Sango was already in bed her back turned to the fire, which was dying down. He quietly set his staff down and slowly made his way over to her.
"Don't even think about it, Houshi-sama." She muttered looking over her shoulder and glaring at him. Miroku held up his hands innocently, but didn't stall in his pursuit. Before Sango could protest any further Miroku was laying beside her, his hand draped harmlessly over her waist.
"Houshi-sama, what are you doing?" She ground out trying to keep from bashing him. However, she stopped short when his hand suddenly caressed the junction of her hip and thigh. The soft circles of his thumb sent electric shocks up her spine. Her mouth fell open, her retort dying on her lips. His hand slide to her lower abdomen causing knots to form in a place they had never been before. A soft moan escaped her lips. Miroku grinned and kissed the back of her neck.
"I will never hurt you Sango." He whispered in her ear, nipping slightly on her lobe. Sango's eyes welded up with tears.
"What makes you think you haven't?" She whispered breathlessly. Miroku's hand stilled and Sango groaned. Looking over her shoulder she found him staring at her with a mixture of pain and confusion.
"How?" He asked softly crushing her to him. His nose nuzzled the back of her neck and Sango found his breath shaky against her skin.
"Do you think I like watching you grope other woman and ask them to bare your child." She paused. "You know you never once asked me, you know." She felt his arm tighten around her. She reached down and covered his hand with her own.
"I couldn't leave you like that. I don't want to leave you and any child we have alone if we don't get to Naraku in time. I don't want to leave you alone." Sango was shocked by his admition and rolled over onto her back, looking up into his face. He gave her his famous smirk, letting his hand travel up her body, brushing against her breast before it came to rest against her neck. She closed her eyes and leaned into his touch. She had also noticed that he had yet to touch her with his cursed had. It was almost as if he thought that if he touched her she would be cursed too. But what he didn't know was that she was already cursed. That she would only be free when her brother was set free and buried.
Reaching up she grabbed his other hand and brought it to her cheek. He jerked but she would not release her hold on him. He lay against her, his leg between her's and his clothed palm pressed against her cheek.
"I am not worried that you will leave me Miroku." She said softly turning her head to kiss his palm. Miroku found his desire for her rising. He shifted slightly, his arousal pressing into Sango's hip. She gasped turning to stare wide-eyed at him. Did she do this? The thought did make her swell with fiminine pride and want.
It all seemed to happen in a flash. Their clothes flying from their heated bodies, their lips locked in a passionate dance, and their hand roamed previously unexplored flesh. Sango's moans filled the small hut, while Miroku's answered her's as if answering a lost lover. Miroku's uncursed hand traveled down her side then slowly back up again, sliding against her skin up to her soft mounds. Pinching her nipple, he closed his eyes enjoying the moan that erected from her. He pinched again, feeling her arch her back. His other fingers lightly caressed the side of her mound. He continued to tease and caress her as he lowered his mouth to her other breast, flicking his tongue against her perk nipple, causing a breathless moan. Sango had to admit with all the groping he did, he turned out to have rather skinful hands. Why wouldn't he?
Miroku lifted his head to stare down at Sango. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on. He leaned down capturing her perk peak in his warm mouth. He found he loved the way she tasted. Rolling the nub around with his tongue, his hands found their way to her hips. He used his thumbs to run circles against her sensitive hips. Sango's hips arched and she whimpered.
Becoming frustrated with Miroku's slow torture, Sango gripped his hips bucking her own and sent them rolling untill she lay above him. Grinning she leaned down and kissed him passionately. Her hands traveled down his tone chest, across his stomach, however, she stalled at his hips. Miroku looked at her though half lided eyes, pleasure totally overwelming him.
When her hand came into contact with something both soft and hard at the same time, Miroku's eyes closed tight and a groan escaped his throat. Sango looked up at him from where she rested between his legs. She encircled him, running her hand up his length to its tip. His hips raised up off the futon and his hands gripped her shoulders. Sango's thumb lazily circled the opening at the tip.
"Stop teasing me woman." He growled thrusting his hips upward and moaning loud in his pleasure. He briefly wondered if he would hurt Sango or not. He knew that she was still a virgin, and that she was only giving him this gift, for there was no other way to discrib it, because she believed that he would never leave him. And he was determined to make sure she never forgot it either. His breath quickened as he felt her sweet lips touch him harden length, causing his arousal to pulse painfully. He wanted her, needed her.
His hands sought her hips and he could feel her rising over him. Surprised he opened his eyes to see her kneeling over his, her hands still holding his length within their grasp. She was looking down at him with both love and desire in her eyes; the emotions seemed to make her eyes lit with a fire he knew she had. She lowered herself onto him, slowly impailing herself. He felt her hesitate as he touched some resistence within her and he willed himself to hold still for her sake.
Sango hesitated for only a moment beofre settling herself fully onto him, biting back a scream of pain that washed over her. Her hands fisted against his chest, a single tear rolling down her cheek. Miroku steeled himself and ran a hand lavishly up her back, across her shoulder and to her cheek.
"I'm sorry." He whispered, but when she opened her eyes she glared at him.
"This.."She shifted, rising off him then sank back onto him. She was unable to finish her sentence as his hands found her hips forcing her into a steady rhythm. Sango gripped Miroku's shoulders, throwing her head back and moaned in pleasure. Miroku's hands tightened on her hips as he found the speed to slow, thrusting harder and faster into her. The prayer beads that bound his hand pinched her skin. Noticing Sango's wince he went to pull his hand away, she reached her hand up and held his hand to her hip. Then with the lose of her hand to help surport her body, she was forced to lean forward. Miroku turned his to his advatage and savagely kissed Sango's lips. Her legs slipped farther apart letting Miroku his a spot deep within her making her see spots of white hot fire. Her breathing became iratic as she reached for something she didn't think was possible.
Miroku felt Sango pluse around him as she climaxed, her scream turning silent as he reached her high. He wasn't so far behind, with a few more almost violent thrust he poured his seed into her, letting her spasming against his chest as they both came down again. Sango's hand still held his cursed hand at her hip, but his free hand roamed up and down her back lazily.
Once Sango's breathing returned to normal she lifted herself up to look into his face. "That was wonderful." She kissed his nose and pressed his cursed hand into her hip again. "I love you, but I swear that if I see you even thinking about groping another woman then I'll kill you."
"I promise, but this won't stop me from groping you." He wiggled his eyebrows sugestively at her. Rolling over to cuddle beside him she grinned again.
"Does it look like I'm complaining?"
Miroku woke with a start. That dream had been so real, then he looked to his side to find Sango sleeping peacefully beside him. Smiling, he laid back down. That was no dream but a vivid memory. He pulled Sango closer to him, however, voices pulled him out of his thoughts. The voices were low and after a few moment, during which time they moved closer, he recognized them. Kouga and that strange woman Namida.
"Kouga, please, I have to go." Her voice was harsh with the onset of tears.
"Namida, I don't understand. Right now you are safer here with us. We are safer." Miroku watched Kouga place a comforting hand on her shoulder.
"Somethings wrong. I can feel it." Sighing she looked away from him at the others sleeping around them. "You have more then just your pack to worry about now. I know that he can take care of his, but at least let me check this out. I'll be back afterward, I promise."
Kouga stared at her in defeat. "Fine, but don't be gone longer then three days, or I'm coming after you." Namida nodded then turned and stalked out of the cave, Kouga watching her go.
"Are you sure it's safe to let her go?" Miroku asked making himself known. Kouga turned toward him in the lightening cave.
"She's the best of our tribe, next to me, she'll be just fine."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Trust me you do not know how hard this was to do. No, really I mean it. I spent at least four hours straight just trying to write the lemon. My god, for a moment I thought I was losing my touch. But really, it's hard as hell to do a lemon for Miroku and Sango. I just hope this is still good enough for reviews. I'd like to know some of your favorite scenes or I'm open for any suggestions you might have. ~Wonders if this was cliff hangy enough~
By: Arthia Maxwell
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha. And because of the popular demand I'm writing more! So no complaining when I leave it off on a cliffhanger, that's just my way. There are a few character add-ons, and those are mine! MINE YOU HEAR ME!!!!!
I usually don't do this but some people have made some comments that I want to comment on myself. A fan mentioned that she didn't like the idea of Kagome being pregnant so young. To tell the truth I don't like that fact either, however, that is just the way the story is. I just want to say I HIGHLY OBJECT TO YOUNGLINGS HAVING BABIES!!!! Men keep it to yourselves until you're old enough to handle the responsibility, and girl's just say no! Or at the very least play it safe, that's why the condom was invented. And on another note I'd just want to huggle all my fans who find this to their satisfaction. For the longest time I thought I had lost my touch and refused to write lemons, but now that I know I still have it I'm thinking of writing another one, or posting my Gundam Wing fanfic. Although there is a part in it which I know FFN won't let me post. Well, enough of me rattling on.On with the story.
Miroku watched as Kaede walked down the road on her way to the outskirts of the village to help an ill woman. He suspected that she would be away for at least a few days. He turned around spotting Shippo and Kirara playing in the yard. Now all he had to do was get rid of those two, then he would be able to seduce Sango. He grinned pervertedly.
Entering the hut he found Sango cooking their evening meal. Sniffing the air he found it to be rice and fish, again. Boy, how he wished Kagome was here with her 'instant' noodles. He knew why Inuyasha loved them so much. They were fast and they were good. Sango turned once he had entered and smiled at him.
"Dinner will be ready here in a few minutes." Her smile quickly faded, however, when she felt his hand caressing her hind end. Her eye twitched and she turned around slapping him across the cheek. "Hentai!" She muttered and stalked out of the hut to find Shippo and Kirara. Miroku grinned, rubbing his throbbing cheek.
"Boy, what a woman."
That night at dinner, Sango sat across the fire from Miroku to keep from having her dinner ruined. Shippo looked between the two silent humans. Boy someone needs to get laid. He thought using the word he had picked up from Kagome even though he really didn't understand what it meant. He finished happily and ran outside with Kirara to play.
Sango cleaned up the dinner dishes with one eye on Miroku. He had been good all though dinner and now he was sitting near the fire a look of deep concentration on his face. She wondered what he was thinking about. Shrugging she went back to the dishes. Miroku continued to think about how he was going to approach Sango. He opened an eye and looked at Sango through the corner of her eye. She was really beautiful. He stood startling Sango, said nothing and went outside. He found Shippo and Kirara near the woods. He had better convince Shippo to sleep by the Goshinbuku quickly or he might not be able to find his way back in the dark.
Shippo looked up as Miroku approached him and Kirara. He wondered if it was already time to come in. He kept a plead on the tip of his tongue just in case.
"Shippo could you and Kirara go to the Goshinbuku and sleep there tonight?" Shippo's plead stopped and he shook his head, wondering if he had heard right.
"NANI?!" He exclaimed.
"Could you and Kirara to sleep at the Goshinbuku tonight?" Miroku grinned pleasantly. Shippo looked up at him suspiciously.
"Why?"
Miroku reddened slightly and Shippo hid his smile. "So that Sango and I could spend some quality time together."
"You're going to make her your mate!" Shippo cheered happily. Miroku glowed red.
"Shippo!"
"What do I get?" Shippo pouched out his lower lip and made his eyes as large and watery as he could.
"I'll.uh.get you.I'll give you my share of chocolate when Kagome comes back!" He knew that Shippo would do anything for chocolate.
"OKAY!" With that Shippo turned and trudged off with Kirara following behind him. She turned back one last time to leer at Miroku then quickly hurried to catch up to Shippo. Turning on his heel he made his way back to the hut. Sango was already in bed her back turned to the fire, which was dying down. He quietly set his staff down and slowly made his way over to her.
"Don't even think about it, Houshi-sama." She muttered looking over her shoulder and glaring at him. Miroku held up his hands innocently, but didn't stall in his pursuit. Before Sango could protest any further Miroku was laying beside her, his hand draped harmlessly over her waist.
"Houshi-sama, what are you doing?" She ground out trying to keep from bashing him. However, she stopped short when his hand suddenly caressed the junction of her hip and thigh. The soft circles of his thumb sent electric shocks up her spine. Her mouth fell open, her retort dying on her lips. His hand slide to her lower abdomen causing knots to form in a place they had never been before. A soft moan escaped her lips. Miroku grinned and kissed the back of her neck.
"I will never hurt you Sango." He whispered in her ear, nipping slightly on her lobe. Sango's eyes welded up with tears.
"What makes you think you haven't?" She whispered breathlessly. Miroku's hand stilled and Sango groaned. Looking over her shoulder she found him staring at her with a mixture of pain and confusion.
"How?" He asked softly crushing her to him. His nose nuzzled the back of her neck and Sango found his breath shaky against her skin.
"Do you think I like watching you grope other woman and ask them to bare your child." She paused. "You know you never once asked me, you know." She felt his arm tighten around her. She reached down and covered his hand with her own.
"I couldn't leave you like that. I don't want to leave you and any child we have alone if we don't get to Naraku in time. I don't want to leave you alone." Sango was shocked by his admition and rolled over onto her back, looking up into his face. He gave her his famous smirk, letting his hand travel up her body, brushing against her breast before it came to rest against her neck. She closed her eyes and leaned into his touch. She had also noticed that he had yet to touch her with his cursed had. It was almost as if he thought that if he touched her she would be cursed too. But what he didn't know was that she was already cursed. That she would only be free when her brother was set free and buried.
Reaching up she grabbed his other hand and brought it to her cheek. He jerked but she would not release her hold on him. He lay against her, his leg between her's and his clothed palm pressed against her cheek.
"I am not worried that you will leave me Miroku." She said softly turning her head to kiss his palm. Miroku found his desire for her rising. He shifted slightly, his arousal pressing into Sango's hip. She gasped turning to stare wide-eyed at him. Did she do this? The thought did make her swell with fiminine pride and want.
It all seemed to happen in a flash. Their clothes flying from their heated bodies, their lips locked in a passionate dance, and their hand roamed previously unexplored flesh. Sango's moans filled the small hut, while Miroku's answered her's as if answering a lost lover. Miroku's uncursed hand traveled down her side then slowly back up again, sliding against her skin up to her soft mounds. Pinching her nipple, he closed his eyes enjoying the moan that erected from her. He pinched again, feeling her arch her back. His other fingers lightly caressed the side of her mound. He continued to tease and caress her as he lowered his mouth to her other breast, flicking his tongue against her perk nipple, causing a breathless moan. Sango had to admit with all the groping he did, he turned out to have rather skinful hands. Why wouldn't he?
Miroku lifted his head to stare down at Sango. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on. He leaned down capturing her perk peak in his warm mouth. He found he loved the way she tasted. Rolling the nub around with his tongue, his hands found their way to her hips. He used his thumbs to run circles against her sensitive hips. Sango's hips arched and she whimpered.
Becoming frustrated with Miroku's slow torture, Sango gripped his hips bucking her own and sent them rolling untill she lay above him. Grinning she leaned down and kissed him passionately. Her hands traveled down his tone chest, across his stomach, however, she stalled at his hips. Miroku looked at her though half lided eyes, pleasure totally overwelming him.
When her hand came into contact with something both soft and hard at the same time, Miroku's eyes closed tight and a groan escaped his throat. Sango looked up at him from where she rested between his legs. She encircled him, running her hand up his length to its tip. His hips raised up off the futon and his hands gripped her shoulders. Sango's thumb lazily circled the opening at the tip.
"Stop teasing me woman." He growled thrusting his hips upward and moaning loud in his pleasure. He briefly wondered if he would hurt Sango or not. He knew that she was still a virgin, and that she was only giving him this gift, for there was no other way to discrib it, because she believed that he would never leave him. And he was determined to make sure she never forgot it either. His breath quickened as he felt her sweet lips touch him harden length, causing his arousal to pulse painfully. He wanted her, needed her.
His hands sought her hips and he could feel her rising over him. Surprised he opened his eyes to see her kneeling over his, her hands still holding his length within their grasp. She was looking down at him with both love and desire in her eyes; the emotions seemed to make her eyes lit with a fire he knew she had. She lowered herself onto him, slowly impailing herself. He felt her hesitate as he touched some resistence within her and he willed himself to hold still for her sake.
Sango hesitated for only a moment beofre settling herself fully onto him, biting back a scream of pain that washed over her. Her hands fisted against his chest, a single tear rolling down her cheek. Miroku steeled himself and ran a hand lavishly up her back, across her shoulder and to her cheek.
"I'm sorry." He whispered, but when she opened her eyes she glared at him.
"This.."She shifted, rising off him then sank back onto him. She was unable to finish her sentence as his hands found her hips forcing her into a steady rhythm. Sango gripped Miroku's shoulders, throwing her head back and moaned in pleasure. Miroku's hands tightened on her hips as he found the speed to slow, thrusting harder and faster into her. The prayer beads that bound his hand pinched her skin. Noticing Sango's wince he went to pull his hand away, she reached her hand up and held his hand to her hip. Then with the lose of her hand to help surport her body, she was forced to lean forward. Miroku turned his to his advatage and savagely kissed Sango's lips. Her legs slipped farther apart letting Miroku his a spot deep within her making her see spots of white hot fire. Her breathing became iratic as she reached for something she didn't think was possible.
Miroku felt Sango pluse around him as she climaxed, her scream turning silent as he reached her high. He wasn't so far behind, with a few more almost violent thrust he poured his seed into her, letting her spasming against his chest as they both came down again. Sango's hand still held his cursed hand at her hip, but his free hand roamed up and down her back lazily.
Once Sango's breathing returned to normal she lifted herself up to look into his face. "That was wonderful." She kissed his nose and pressed his cursed hand into her hip again. "I love you, but I swear that if I see you even thinking about groping another woman then I'll kill you."
"I promise, but this won't stop me from groping you." He wiggled his eyebrows sugestively at her. Rolling over to cuddle beside him she grinned again.
"Does it look like I'm complaining?"
Miroku woke with a start. That dream had been so real, then he looked to his side to find Sango sleeping peacefully beside him. Smiling, he laid back down. That was no dream but a vivid memory. He pulled Sango closer to him, however, voices pulled him out of his thoughts. The voices were low and after a few moment, during which time they moved closer, he recognized them. Kouga and that strange woman Namida.
"Kouga, please, I have to go." Her voice was harsh with the onset of tears.
"Namida, I don't understand. Right now you are safer here with us. We are safer." Miroku watched Kouga place a comforting hand on her shoulder.
"Somethings wrong. I can feel it." Sighing she looked away from him at the others sleeping around them. "You have more then just your pack to worry about now. I know that he can take care of his, but at least let me check this out. I'll be back afterward, I promise."
Kouga stared at her in defeat. "Fine, but don't be gone longer then three days, or I'm coming after you." Namida nodded then turned and stalked out of the cave, Kouga watching her go.
"Are you sure it's safe to let her go?" Miroku asked making himself known. Kouga turned toward him in the lightening cave.
"She's the best of our tribe, next to me, she'll be just fine."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Trust me you do not know how hard this was to do. No, really I mean it. I spent at least four hours straight just trying to write the lemon. My god, for a moment I thought I was losing my touch. But really, it's hard as hell to do a lemon for Miroku and Sango. I just hope this is still good enough for reviews. I'd like to know some of your favorite scenes or I'm open for any suggestions you might have. ~Wonders if this was cliff hangy enough~
