Eriste: Okay yeah here it is...the long awaited chappie 5...hehe...Let's see what
happens with our other couple, Kagome and Miroku...
Dusk:*pouts* you spoiled it...
Eriste: na-uh...they don't know that *muffled by Dusk's Hand*
Dusk: eh...hehe um yeah on with the Story!
Oh yeah (e/n:)= Eriste's Note (d/n:)= Dusk's Note
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~Chapter 5~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Miroku pulled back from the kiss a little and Kagome looked at him weirdly.
"What's wrong? Did you hear something?" she asked quietly.
"No, no. I, um....that is to say...um..."
"Miroku, if you ask me to bear your child I will hurt you."
"No, I was thinking it, but I wasn't going to say it." he cringed when he saw her look at him.
"Well, what were you going to say?" she was getting impatient. ~Oh, Kami, what idiocy is going to come out of his mouth now?~
"Um, well, I, um, I really care for you, Kagome." Then the most amazing thing happened. The hentai Miroku actually blushed! (e/n:wow...Miroku...blushing...interesting) Kagome just stuttered. She had no idea what to say. He had just admitted that he really cared for her. Miroku, the adorable hentai monk, just admitted that he liked her, Kagome Higurashi, teenage miko. ~I'm amazed, flabbergasted, speechless. What do I say? I care for him, but I don't know if I should tell him. Maybe I should. Oh, I don't know...I really...~ Kagome's thoughts were interrupted by Miroku poking her in the arm.
"Kagome? Are you ok? Your eyes got all distant and you didn't answer me after I said that I really cared for you."
"Oh, yeah, Miroku, I'm fine. I was just thinking about what you said and my train of thought carried me away."
"Well, anyway. What I was saying was I really care for you but it's okay if you don't care for me quite as much." He looked at his feet, hoping against hope that she would say what he wanted her to and mean it.
"Miroku, the truth is," ~oh Kami, this is never good~ he thought, "the reason I was thinking so deeply was that I was trying to figure out how to tell you that I care for you a lot also." Having said that, Kagome blushed and looked at her feet. (e/n: hmm, people seem to do that a lot in my stories...) She didn't notice Miroku looking at her with a combination of disbelief, love, and lust. He gently raised her head so he could look into her eyes and prayed she wasn't scared by what she saw in his eyes.
"Kagome... ai shiteru." ~There, simple, straight to the point...oh gods what if she gets scared by my bold honesty?~ He sighed and chewed gently on his lip.
"Oh, Miroku. I love you too." She then kissed him deeply and passionately. (e/n: *sigh* this is getting cheesy...I'm gonna spice it up! d/n: *sniffles* I-it's so sweet!) She placed her hand on his thigh to get better balance and "accidentally" brushed her palm across his groin, noticing he was hard and ready. She giggled like an immature little chuu-gakkousei (e/n: for those of you that are behind in your Japanese...that middle schooler...I think). He softly moaned and palmed her breast, kneading it softly. Kagome leaned into his hand and curled her hand into the robes covering his thigh, nibbling on his lower lip at the same time. He kissed her back and leaned her down onto her back, leaning over her. He massaged her thigh and breast with the same rhythm, enjoying the small noises she was making in her throat. He kissed his way from Kagome's mouth to her ear and then to her neck, down to her collarbone. He alternately gently sucked and licked her neck. Kagome placed her hands on his shoulders to raise him up enough to sit up and remove her shirt (e/n: by the way, she's wearing her usual uniform. Thought you'd like to know.). She tossed it to the side and kissed Miroku deeply, slowly leaning back down. He followed her and when she was lying down flat, he nibbled, licked, and kissed his way to her bra. He was confused.
"What is this? You modern women wear too many layers."
"Silly, it's a bra. Kinda like our version of a corset."
"What is this one made of? These flowers are interesting." He said, running his finger over the lace covering her breast. She shivered.
"I-it's lace." She blushed, no one had ever touched her like this. Sure, she'd kissed her share of boys, and a few tried to get under her shirt, but they never succeeded.
"Well, how do you remove it?" he plucked at it. She sat up and showed him the clasp in the back. He was impressed. As he was a quick learner, he quickly undid the clasp, freeing her bountiful breasts (e/n: dirty Dr. Seuss moment! .). She gasped and blushed. The heat in his eyes was warm enough to keep what little chill there was on this night away. He leaned forward and placed his mouth on her left one and gently suckled. She gasped again, but this time at the incredible deliciousness of the feel of his mouth on her breast, not out of embarrassment. Kagome tangled her hands in his hair, keeping his head bent over her chest. Miroku chuckled as he switched to the other one, raising a hand to the one he just deserted, gently plucking at the nipple. She moaned gently and arched her back. He kissed her, both hands at a breast each. Kagome leaned up and kissed his jaw line, his neck. When she reached his collar, she raised her hands and started removing his robes. But her fingers were clumsy and Miroku quickly took over, swiftly stripping to the waist. She ran her hands over his chest, surprised at how muscular he was and at how much his robes hid it. Miroku gently ran his hands down her stomach, to where her skirt sat on her hips. He undid the button and removed it. His eyes widened at the skimpy thong she was wearing. He liked it nonetheless. He slowly removed that too, watching her face for a reaction. She blushed. ~She is so shy and innocent. She must be a virgin. Does she realize how great a gift she is going to give me?~ he thought to himself. Miroku tossed her thong next to her skirt, bra, and shirt. He gently pressed her onto her back, kissing her the entire way. When she was lying down again, he started kissing his way down her body. Kagome, thinking he was going back to her breasts, was disappointed when he continued past them, but she didn't stay that way for long. Miroku kissed her inner thighs, gently, slowly, heading towards that small vee between them. He gently passed a finger over her, seeing that she was already wet and ready. He massaged her clit with his thumb, overjoyed at the moan and gasp he caused. Miroku replaced his thumb with his gently sucking and licking mouth, moving his finger to gently sliding it in and out of her, watching her face the entire time. It wasn't long before she cried out in ecstasy. He sat up and removed the rest of his robes. She calmly watched him, even though she was nervous. Miroku gently kissed her, pushing her back onto her back, covering her body with his. He gently guided himself into her. Kagome was surprised by the slight sting that came with this first thrust, but the pain was soon forgotten when she was overcome with feelings of ecstasy. He thrust deeper and deeper, soon moaning her name as her muscles contracted around him, sending both of them over that sparkling cliff. ~*~*~ Eriste: K, here it is... Dusk: I don't like it.. Eriste: Tuff noogies!
"What's wrong? Did you hear something?" she asked quietly.
"No, no. I, um....that is to say...um..."
"Miroku, if you ask me to bear your child I will hurt you."
"No, I was thinking it, but I wasn't going to say it." he cringed when he saw her look at him.
"Well, what were you going to say?" she was getting impatient. ~Oh, Kami, what idiocy is going to come out of his mouth now?~
"Um, well, I, um, I really care for you, Kagome." Then the most amazing thing happened. The hentai Miroku actually blushed! (e/n:wow...Miroku...blushing...interesting) Kagome just stuttered. She had no idea what to say. He had just admitted that he really cared for her. Miroku, the adorable hentai monk, just admitted that he liked her, Kagome Higurashi, teenage miko. ~I'm amazed, flabbergasted, speechless. What do I say? I care for him, but I don't know if I should tell him. Maybe I should. Oh, I don't know...I really...~ Kagome's thoughts were interrupted by Miroku poking her in the arm.
"Kagome? Are you ok? Your eyes got all distant and you didn't answer me after I said that I really cared for you."
"Oh, yeah, Miroku, I'm fine. I was just thinking about what you said and my train of thought carried me away."
"Well, anyway. What I was saying was I really care for you but it's okay if you don't care for me quite as much." He looked at his feet, hoping against hope that she would say what he wanted her to and mean it.
"Miroku, the truth is," ~oh Kami, this is never good~ he thought, "the reason I was thinking so deeply was that I was trying to figure out how to tell you that I care for you a lot also." Having said that, Kagome blushed and looked at her feet. (e/n: hmm, people seem to do that a lot in my stories...) She didn't notice Miroku looking at her with a combination of disbelief, love, and lust. He gently raised her head so he could look into her eyes and prayed she wasn't scared by what she saw in his eyes.
"Kagome... ai shiteru." ~There, simple, straight to the point...oh gods what if she gets scared by my bold honesty?~ He sighed and chewed gently on his lip.
"Oh, Miroku. I love you too." She then kissed him deeply and passionately. (e/n: *sigh* this is getting cheesy...I'm gonna spice it up! d/n: *sniffles* I-it's so sweet!) She placed her hand on his thigh to get better balance and "accidentally" brushed her palm across his groin, noticing he was hard and ready. She giggled like an immature little chuu-gakkousei (e/n: for those of you that are behind in your Japanese...that middle schooler...I think). He softly moaned and palmed her breast, kneading it softly. Kagome leaned into his hand and curled her hand into the robes covering his thigh, nibbling on his lower lip at the same time. He kissed her back and leaned her down onto her back, leaning over her. He massaged her thigh and breast with the same rhythm, enjoying the small noises she was making in her throat. He kissed his way from Kagome's mouth to her ear and then to her neck, down to her collarbone. He alternately gently sucked and licked her neck. Kagome placed her hands on his shoulders to raise him up enough to sit up and remove her shirt (e/n: by the way, she's wearing her usual uniform. Thought you'd like to know.). She tossed it to the side and kissed Miroku deeply, slowly leaning back down. He followed her and when she was lying down flat, he nibbled, licked, and kissed his way to her bra. He was confused.
"What is this? You modern women wear too many layers."
"Silly, it's a bra. Kinda like our version of a corset."
"What is this one made of? These flowers are interesting." He said, running his finger over the lace covering her breast. She shivered.
"I-it's lace." She blushed, no one had ever touched her like this. Sure, she'd kissed her share of boys, and a few tried to get under her shirt, but they never succeeded.
"Well, how do you remove it?" he plucked at it. She sat up and showed him the clasp in the back. He was impressed. As he was a quick learner, he quickly undid the clasp, freeing her bountiful breasts (e/n: dirty Dr. Seuss moment! .). She gasped and blushed. The heat in his eyes was warm enough to keep what little chill there was on this night away. He leaned forward and placed his mouth on her left one and gently suckled. She gasped again, but this time at the incredible deliciousness of the feel of his mouth on her breast, not out of embarrassment. Kagome tangled her hands in his hair, keeping his head bent over her chest. Miroku chuckled as he switched to the other one, raising a hand to the one he just deserted, gently plucking at the nipple. She moaned gently and arched her back. He kissed her, both hands at a breast each. Kagome leaned up and kissed his jaw line, his neck. When she reached his collar, she raised her hands and started removing his robes. But her fingers were clumsy and Miroku quickly took over, swiftly stripping to the waist. She ran her hands over his chest, surprised at how muscular he was and at how much his robes hid it. Miroku gently ran his hands down her stomach, to where her skirt sat on her hips. He undid the button and removed it. His eyes widened at the skimpy thong she was wearing. He liked it nonetheless. He slowly removed that too, watching her face for a reaction. She blushed. ~She is so shy and innocent. She must be a virgin. Does she realize how great a gift she is going to give me?~ he thought to himself. Miroku tossed her thong next to her skirt, bra, and shirt. He gently pressed her onto her back, kissing her the entire way. When she was lying down again, he started kissing his way down her body. Kagome, thinking he was going back to her breasts, was disappointed when he continued past them, but she didn't stay that way for long. Miroku kissed her inner thighs, gently, slowly, heading towards that small vee between them. He gently passed a finger over her, seeing that she was already wet and ready. He massaged her clit with his thumb, overjoyed at the moan and gasp he caused. Miroku replaced his thumb with his gently sucking and licking mouth, moving his finger to gently sliding it in and out of her, watching her face the entire time. It wasn't long before she cried out in ecstasy. He sat up and removed the rest of his robes. She calmly watched him, even though she was nervous. Miroku gently kissed her, pushing her back onto her back, covering her body with his. He gently guided himself into her. Kagome was surprised by the slight sting that came with this first thrust, but the pain was soon forgotten when she was overcome with feelings of ecstasy. He thrust deeper and deeper, soon moaning her name as her muscles contracted around him, sending both of them over that sparkling cliff. ~*~*~ Eriste: K, here it is... Dusk: I don't like it.. Eriste: Tuff noogies!