Summary: Sango's a bit disturbed by her subconscious lately. What will she do? And what would a certain Monk do if he found out?
Rated M for Mature Audiences ONLY!
Disclaimer: I don't own them! sigh Yes, I suppose that's right. But I'll still borrow them all I like!
AN: This is my first fanfic in a while, so be honest with me. Any others I posted were deleted. So please, for the love of God, this is a MATURE piece of fiction and should only be read by the Mature audience. Thank you.
Just to inform you all, this story will center on Sango and Miroku with a perverted theme, but will feature Inuyasha and Kagome with a more WAFF feeling.
WARNING! This chapter is pretty much ONE BIG LEMON, if you are uncomfortable with sexual situations,or under 17, PLEASE STOP READING NOW! For everyone else, please enjoy! (hands out lemon pie to everyone)
-Bows-
I would also like to take this opportunity to dedicate this chapter to Demon Exterminator Barbie, my #1 reviewer! Ichiban!
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Chapter 6: You'd Be Like Heaven To Touch
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The towel and sticks had barely touched the ground by the time the two met in the misty thicket.
Sango's hands went to Miroku's hair, bringing his head down to hers, while Miroku's arms wrapped around her torso, hugging her close to him as their lips met with fury, 'Is this for real? Is she for real?' But either way he wasn't about to complain.
They were frantic in their search of each other. She let her eyes slip shut and her hands were roaming in his hair, grasping, feeling, and bringing him close when needed.
The slayer's partially-open kimono had not gone unnoticed by Miroku, who intended to take full advantage of the situation.
'I wonder how far I can take this.'
He loosened his arms from her ribcage and brought his hands to her face, caressing her cheeks and tipping her head slightly for a different angle to meet her lips.
Meanwhile, Sango's hands were busy playing with the hair at the back of his head, pulling out the small leather loop that held his ponytail in place and ran her fingers through the length of his dark locks.
'I can't believe I'm doing this!' She disciplined herself as his lips moved down her chin and to just below her left jaw, where he suckled and teased with his tongue and teeth. 'Oh Buddha he feels so good.' She subconsciously leaned her weight into him and lifted her chin to give him better access.
Miroku was slowly but steadily moving south on her, taking care not to leave any part of her neglected. He concentrated on the hollow of her throat and shoulder, which he had exposed very slowly as not to startle her or scare her off, 'That's it my lovely Sango, nice and easy.'
Her kimono had been pushed open a bit more,exposing the white cloth wrappings that went around her breasts and upper torso. The cool morning air hit her nipples, hardening them instantly. This was not lost on Miroku, who stopped his attentions and gazed at her now exposed chest.
Even though she had the white cloth wrappings on, she still felt quite naked, 'What hasgotten into me? I should stop before this goes any...'
That was the last coherent thought that escaped Sango's brain for a while.
While she was thinking about stopping him, he had taken the opportunity to explore the newly open territory. Sure he had seen Sango's breasts before, but not in such an inviting situation.
The thin white cloth that covered her torso left little to the imagination. He brought both palms up to her breasts, cupping them lightly. The prayer beads on his right hand flicked across her nipple, which had brought her out of her thoughts immediately.
Her eyes snapped open and she gasped at the new attention to her body, "Oh…"
Miroku, feeling encouraged by her reaction, took it further by giving her chest the attention he knewit deserved. 'After all, I am a man of the cloth, a servant of the people…' Smiling to himself and moving to a kneeling position, he brought his lips back to the hollow of her throat.
Again, he cupped her breasts, and stroked his thumbs over her nipples, which were achingly hard. He could see the darkness of the peaked flesh through the thin white cloth and made a conscious decision to set them free.
Now, Sango was normally a patient woman. She was enjoying everything that Miroku was doing to her, keeping her hands in his hair and letting him do as he pleased. (He grazed his teeth over her right nipple, which was still encased in the thin cloth, nipping playfully at her.)
But she needed things to move faster or she'd surely lose it.
Stepping back slightly, to dislodge her nipple from his mouth, the monk looking up at her with disappointment and confusion, she placed her hands on his shoulders and shoved him to the ground, knocking the wind out of him slightly. After a moment, he propped himself up on his elbows and looked up at her, seemingly hurt, "Sango? Are we stopping?"
She roughly straddled him, pushing him back to the ground and bringing her forehead to rest upon his, noses touching, "I have no intention of stopping." Kissing him lightly, "you're just taking too long."
A mixture of shock and disbelief crossed his face as she began pulling on his robes, loosening them and pulling them open. It took him a few moments before he even understood what was going on. 'Sango's not fooling around. She really wants me!'
He looked up at this beautiful woman whom he had grown to love, pulling his monk attire off as best as she could. Like a revelation, he realized that he was not dreaming, sat up like a bolt, and kissed Sango firmly on the mouth.
Pulling away slightly, "Sango my dear, perhaps we should help each other with our clothes, as not to rip them." He kissed her again, petting her head, "Plus, it'll make it easier to get undressed."
The only answer he got was a smirk from her as he moved so they were both kneeling in front of each other.
Her hands shot to his robes, pushing them off his shoulders as they kissed feverously, revealing his tanned chest and white loincloth.
Miroku untied the sash around her middle that held her skirt on, slid his hand underneath her rear, and helped her stand up. The skirt fluidly fell to the ground, leaving her standing in her, still partially open, pink and white kimono.
A vision of beauty she was; cheeks flushed, breathing quickly, each breath coming out as a puff of steam in the cool air, kimono teasingly parted, and eyes that only held their loving, needy gaze for only him. Her hands slid down her front, stopping at the obi sash around her middle, loosening it, she allowed the sash to fall of it's own accord to the ground. The kimono automatically opened more at the loss of the restraint, revealing her creamy skin, breasts still enclosed in the white wrappings, and a pair of obviously-modern panties, that Kagome had bought for the slayer, hugging her shapely hips.
The monk's mouth hung open slightly, his excitement growing steadily as she leaned back slightly to allow the kimono to slip off her arms, 'May Buddha help me.'
Stepping towards her, he unwrapped her breasts with much haste, each layerrevealing another inch of skin. He could barely contain himself as her taut nipples were set free and the rest of the cloth came off with ease.
Sango loved the way he was looking at her, but he was just standing there staring.
Her patience was wearing thin again.
Taking matters into her own hands, literally, she hooked her panties with her thumbs and slid them off, kicking them to join her kimono on the grass. Then brought her nimble fingers to his loincloth, undoing the ties and tossing it aside.
Snapping out of his reverie, Miroku wrapped his arms around her middle, bringing her flush against him. Her right hand grasped the back of his neck, the left one holding onto his forearm as he lowered her onto his discarded robes, letting his weight press firmly atop her.
Their movements were frenzied, hands roamed, desperate kisses placed, and breath erratic.
The steam they generated from their body heat rolled off of them in waves, their panting adding to the early morning fog.
Miroku leaned on his right arm, raising off of her slightly so his left hand could gain access between them. He caressed the underside of her breast, across her stomach, laced his fingers in her dark curls, and moved his middle finger in to check her wetness, 'Perfect.'
Her gasp broke through the sound of their breathing.
Miroku had been observing his hand pleasing her when she grabbed his head, jerking him to meet her eyes, "Stop teasing me, monk! I need you! NOW!"
The determination in her eyes made him feel very proud to be on both the giving and receiving end of this beautifully strong woman, and with all the devotion he could muster he spoke, "As you wish, my Sango."
Moving his left hand back up her stomach and grasping her hand, he brought her hand down to feel his hardness and helped her guide him in to her slowly.
After the initial adjustment to each other, they built a steady rhythm, which quickly gave way to furious and desperate thrusting.
Sango wrapped her legs around Miroku's hips as she felt her orgasm overtake her, tightening her inner muscles around him. She had never felt anything so exquisitely soft and electrifying at the same time. Her nails grated across his back as her body quaked, breathing his name, "Ahh...Mirokuuu."
That was all the signal the monk needed to reach his own climax. He leaned back slightly in order to make his last few thrusts as deep as he could go. Her inner muscles tightening around him, squeezing him, "Oh! San…goooooo! AAAH!"
With one last push he collapsed on top of her, still inside, an extremely content smile gracing his features. All Miroku could seem to do was whisper her name into her hair as he hugged her to him.
She pet his hair affectionately, "Miroku?"
"Yes my love?" He responded quietly.
"I can…I can feel your heartbeat…inside me."
Kissing her cheek and moving to look in her eyes, "It's wonderful isn't it?"
All she seemed able to do was grin like a fool and wrap her arms around him, "I love you Miroku."
"I love you as well, my Sango."
The air around them was thick with the mist of the early morning, which was rapidly approaching. Their breathing was beginning to regulate, causing their body temperatures to loose their burst of sexual heat.
The cold air quickly descended on them, but Miroku hardly seemed to notice, as he had fallen into a light sleep. Sango, although feeling quite cold, decided to have a bit of fun with him. Raising her right hand as far back as it could go, she brought it down in one swift motion on Miroku's rear.
As she was quite experienced with slapping, Miroku awoke with a start, looking up at her with a surprised look.
"Miroku, get up! I'm freezing!"
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Wow! Sorry for the delay on that chapter, but I wanted to make sure I got it right! I'm just glad I made a deadline for it, otherwise it might have taken longer.
I had more reviews last chapter than any chapter previous! Let's break that record!
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Demon Exterminator Barbie- That's right! This is YOUR lemon, you deserve it! You were the first one to review chapter 5. BTW, I have a really good Miroku picture for you. Is the e-mail address on your account accurate?
Riplash- Yes and yes. About Miroku's staring, you need to have more patience, it was all in this chapter. hehe
Gimpyslair- Yeah, I love giving Sango that human element. After all, she has needs too.
Brookie - Heck, the suspense was killing ME!
Simonkal of Inuy- I think writing that cliffie was one of the funnest things I've ever done with writing. I like keeping it short, not that I don't like a big story, but this is more of a FLUFF piece and I know that perverts tend to have a short attention span. I really hope you enjoy this chapter.
Sum1 - Remember, this was all in Sango's head, and he really was just oiling his staff, but reacting like he was doing something highly suggestive.The Inuyasha and Kagome scene was very real. And yes, I HAD to stop there.
Knight Rider - Thank you for all the reviews! It means so much to me! Well, if you guessed they'd have sex, then you were right!
FallenStardust- Thank you, enjoy the new chapter!
Saija-chan- lol You'll be alright. The wait is over, it's here.
Jyde Sayuri- No no, it's the BEST cliffhanger ever. Don't worry, I'll continue...and you don't have to call me God. -wink-
Miroku's pet vixen- I am LOVING that people are so ticked off and anxious about that cliffhanger in chapter 5!
Lilly G - I didn't update as soon as I was hoping, but I've been quite busy with life.
penguinchica- Thank you very much, and consider it updated.
ninalee-chan- Do not apologize at all about your reaction to chapter 4! It was supposed to be funny! Remember Humor/Romance category here. Thank you, thank you. -cackles evilly-
Mirsanforever - First off I want to say that I absolutely adore your reviews! The Sango in the cage thing always has me rolling. Don't worry Sango, after much patience, you finally get what you want.
HiddenAngel - Yes, as much as I like Inuyasha and Kagome, they're just so fluffy sometimes and it's ALWAYS about them. Miroku and Sango are my preffered pair to write about.
Bobalina - So what if you reviewed twice? Review all you want! Glad you liked the Jedi Mind Trick, but I wouldn't buy you a cookie, I'd give you one of my homemade dark-chocolate-chip cookies. -hands you a cookie-
yami-neko2- No need to beg, but thank you for the flowers. The lemon is taken care of my friend.
Moomoogirl1- Whether you forgive me or not, I'm really not concerned about it. I do hope you enjoy the chapter though.
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Thank you so much to all those who reviewed! I really hoped everyone can rest easier now!
Only one or two more chapters to go!
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