Miroku's Amorous Past Returns
Chapter #3
Sango and Miroku step out of their room. "I believe Inuyasha and Kagome's room were not to far from here,"
Miroku and Sango began heading back towards their left.
"Mmph, I wonder where their room is,"
"No, I want to sleep there!" cries Kagome.
"No let me!"
"I think it's safe to say that we found them," gripes Sango.
Miroku opens up the sliding door.
Kagome and Inuyasha are in each other's face yelling at one another.
"They're at it again," sighs Shippo.
"So, what are you disagreeing about now?" asks Miroku.
Kagome and Inuyasha cease arguing. They both start blushing.
"Ugh, we were just discussing something,"
A short while later everyone was now settled inside of Inuyasha and Kagome's room.
Shippo was in a small corner of the room playing with Kiara.
"This place is really awesome!" cries Kagome.
"Yes, it is," replies Sango.
The hikido is suddenly pulled open.
"Little Aoshi!"
Aoshi runs inside the room, he runs straight into Kagome's arms.
"Kagome!"
Aoshi gives Kagome a big bear hug.
"Hey, you brat what do you want!"
"I just came to see . . ." Aoshi starts.
Aoshi scans the room.
"You came to see who?"
"Oh, there she is!" Aoshi cries as he leapt out of Kagome's arms.
Little Aoshi ran over where Shippo and Kiara were.
Aoshi immediately began petting Kiara.
Kiara began to purr in response.
"Hey, what's the big idea!" cries Shippo.
Kagome and the other began laughing.
"Shippo, hey its Madam Ayumi's son… so spare him okay!" giggles Kagome.
Then there was a faint knock at the sliding door.
It was one of Madam Ayumi's royal guards.
"Our Lady Ayumi requests thee all to come to lunch," says one of the guards in a very mundane tone.
"C'mon you guys time to chow!" Shippo cries happily.
Little Aoshi runs ahead of everyone else. "Master Aoshi what were you doing in here with them!" the other guard calls while running after Aoshi.
The remaining guard led everyone to this outdoor patio; fresh blossoming Sakura trees adorned there.
"This place just gets better and better," replies an awestruck Kagome.
"Please have a seat,"
"Guard you shall leave us now!"
The royal guard bows in obedience and leaves the patio.
Madam Ayumi is seated at the head of the table.
Kagome, Inuyasha, Miroku and Shippo all sit around the table.
"Glad you all decided to join me," chirps Madam Ayumi. "Wow, it smells great!" cries Shippo.
Miroku glances down at their lunch.
("Wow, its shrimp and vegetable tempura, with spicy tuna rolls and green tea,")
"Well, what are you all waiting for an invitation, dig in!" "Alright!" cries Shippo. Inuyasha, Kagome, Sango and Shippo, grab their chopsticks and began eating.
Miroku slowly picks up his chopsticks and starts poking at his food. "Mmph this is the best!" Shippo cries with a mouth full of tempura. "You said it," Inuyasha replies also with a mouth full of food. "Okay, don't you two have any matters?" "Yes, it's not proper to talk with your month full of food, besides you're in presence of Madam Ayumi," replies Sango. "No, it's quite alright," Madam Ayumi begins to eat her lunch. Madam Ayumi glances up, she and Miroku just happened to be seated across from one another. "Sir Miroku!" "Huh!" Miroku looks up startled. "You haven't touched your lunch yet," "I-I umph," A small smile creeps across Madam Ayumi's flawless face. "Do you not like your meal, I could have my chefs cook you up something else," offers Madam Ayumi. "No, that will not be necessary," Miroku stood up. "Wait, Miroku!" cries Sango. "What are you doing?" asks Sango. Miroku began walking to the door, lowering his head as he approaches. "I'm sorry but, I'm just not hungry right this moment,"
As soon as Miroku opens the door, little Aoshi jets onto the patio. Little Aoshi raced into his mother arms. "My, dear son!" calls Madam Ayumi. Miroku closes the hikido.
("I can't believe that dear Miroku still doesn't recognize me,")
"Everyone please continue your lunch," Sango gets up and rushes to the door. "Sango!' cries Kagome. Sango hurries and opens the sliding door. "Guards!" Madam Ayumi's personal bodyguards block Sango's exit. "What, what is the meaning of this!" cries Sango. "Please, Sango take your sit and finish your lunch," orders Madam Ayumi. "But, but I must!" The bodyguards continue to hold Sango back. Sango throws her hands up in frustrating and goes back out the patio.
("I just don't understand, why I'm letting this woman get to me like this,")
("I've never ran away from a woman ever in my entire life, but I know that I know her but from were,")
"I think I need to get some rest!" Miroku finds his way back to his room. He goes pulls back the crimsoned sheeted bed and lies down and falls fast asleep.
Sango rushes inside her room. "Miroku we need to talk!"
"Oh!" Sango observes that Miroku is resting peacefully beneath the crimsoned sheeting.
"Sango!"
"Oh, Kagome you startled me,"
"Sorry, I did not mean to frighten you,"
"Sango, I realize you want to talk with Miroku but let him get some rest first," suggests Kagome.
"Fine!"
A few hours later . . .
"Oh, wow that just what the doctor ordered," Miroku yawns as he awakens from his sleep. Miroku steps out of the bedding. He steps outside of his room. "Maybe I should try to find out who Madam Ayumi really is," He peers down the long narrow hallway; there was no sign of the others. He began making his way down the right wing of Madam Ayumi's palace. After what seem like an array of rooms Miroku stumbles upon what he thinks is the Lady's bedchamber. He peeks around the corner. "Ahh this must be Madam Ayumi's bedchamber," Miroku whispers excitedly. Miroku slowly approached the flowery sliding doors and placed his ear upon the door.
("Is that water I hear?")
Miroku glances around to be sure that the coast is clear. He slowly slid open the hikido. Miroku nearly gasps at the sight before him. Madam Ayumi's bedroom was ten times more extravagant then her guests' room. There were fine silks and many Japanese oriental rugs draped through the huge room. There were many oil paintings of Madam Ayumi and her son and this young man. In the middle of the huge room was corpulent white silk bedding that was stacked high upon many layers. The headrest appeared to be laced in pure diamonds.
("Wow, Madam Ayumi is very rich indeed,")
Miroku peers over to his left. There was another room was beyond the left corner. Quietly closing the sliding doors. Miroku quietly tips toes over to the left corner. He peers inside.
("Oh, this must be Lady Ayumi's shower room!")
Miroku peeked further into the shower room. Madam Ayumi was humming a tune while bathing. "Ah!" she replies quietly. Miroku couldn't help himself; he continued watching Madam Ayumi bathe. "Oh, now where that damn soap!" Madam Ayumi cries as she began searching through the tub. "Ah, there it is," Madam Ayumi quickly stood up, exposing, her naked dripping backside. "Oh!" "Mmph," purrs Madam Ayumi. Miroku quickly hid himself back around the corner.
("I wasn't expecting her to do that!")
Madam Ayumi steps out of her tub. She grabs her yukata and slips her bare body into it. "Look, I know you're still there," whispers Miroku's heart continued to pound rapidly in his burning chest. Madam Ayumi stood still dripping wet in the entrance of her shower room. Miroku slowly turns his head up to face the Princess. Their eyes meant. She steps in front of Miroku.
"Get up!" Miroku slowly stood up.
Miroku sight soon left Madam Ayumi's face and they quickly made their way to Madam Ayumi's beautiful body. Miroku seen that her yukata barely covered her large round breasts. Her nipples stood at full attention. "Can I conclude by your expression, that one likes what he sees?" Madam Ayumi replies sweetly.
("My body why does it suddenly feel like I am losing control of it,")
Miroku lunged forward and wraps his hands around Madam Ayumi's small shapely waist. Miroku fingers slowly crept up to Madam Ayumi firm breasts. He began squeezing her firm breasts. "Oooh!" Madam Ayumi purred in delight.
("I don't understand why is she letting me do this to her,")
Miroku decides to test her limits. Miroku slowly slid his right hand down her soft stomach; he slowly slid one finger inside of her glory. "Oohhh!" Madam Ayumi cries in delight once more.
("He's testing me, trying to see how far I'll let him go,")
Suddenly she grabs Miroku's hands and she dispels them from her body. "How, long were you going to let me go?" Miroku asks slightly disappointed. "Oh!" Madam Ayumi replies swiftly turns away from Miroku. "I would have let you continue until we ended up in bed together, but you don't even know who I am," "Please tell me who you are?"
Madam Ayumi drops her yukata to the floor. Her body was still dripping from her bath. She lifted up hair revealing the nape of her neck.
("Huh, what is she showing me?")
"Miroku, please look closer," "That birth mark I recognize it!" "That crescent moon shaped birthmark!" "No, no you can't possibility be her!" "Yes, Miroku I'm Ayumi Segara, the woman whom you had a stormy affair with three years ago!" Madam Ayumi turned back to the stunned Miroku and ran up to him and hugged her naked dripping body against his. "But, but you can't be!" "Yes, it is I," Miroku felt her nipples grow harder and harder as she held him tighter against her body. "But, I thought you were dead," "No, my son and I barely escaped there with our lives," "That fire consumed everything; I mean everything in its path . . ."
("Yes, it was a hot autumn afternoon," I remember that day as if it happened yesterday," I was out tending to my garden,")