"Miroku's Amorous Past Returns"
Chapter # 5
("I can't believe this woman really is Ayumi Segara," "This woman whom I meant when I was only 17 years old," The woman whom I shared a torrid affair with!")
("Ayumi and I meant when I came to her home," "I came to her home to perform an exorcism," "I guess the problem was that I never left her home,")
"Thank you, thank you so much!" cries Madam Ayumi.
"Oh, it's no problem," replies Miroku.
Miroku and Madam Ayumi were seated inside of her prayer room.
"That darn demon was haunting me every night,"
"No need not to worry about it any longer,"
"Madam Ayumi!" Madam Ayumi raced over to Miroku and embaced him in a hug.
"Oh, you don't know how grateful I am!"
"Really its no problem," Madam Ayumi pulled away from Miroku she glazed deeply into his deep brown eyes.
("He's just so handsome!")
Miroku peered deeply into her intense green eyes.
("This young maiden is so beautiful and sweet,")
"I know Sir Miroku I would like to repay your kindness if I may," "I'm listening," "Please stay and have dinner with me, I can have my cooks fix you what ever you desire," "Mmmph, I guess that beats going out catching my dinner," laughs Miroku. "So, you will stay then?" "Yes, I will accompany you to dinner!" "Good!" Madam Ayumi stood up and walked to the door. "Sir Miroku?" "Yes," "Is there any particular dish you would like?" "No, whatever you're having will be fine,"
Madam Ayumi opened the paper door. She turned back to Miroku. "Please make you're self at home," Madam Ayumi left to her bedchamber. Miroku stepped out of the prayer room. "If you need me I will be in my bedchamber," Madam Ayumi called as she headed to her room.
("So, she's headed to her bedchamber huh?")
Madam Ayumi soon arrived at her bedchamber. Her royal bodyguards bowed to her. One of the guards slid open her door. "Thank you," "Please leave me now!" ordered Madam Ayumi as the royal guard was closing the door.
"But, but Madam Ayumi," the royal guard stammered. "Master Kenji requests that we always be at your beckon and call," called the other royal guard.
"Look, Master Kenji is not here so therefore I'm in charge and I say leave now!" yelped Madam Ayumi.
"Yes, Madam Ayumi!" the two royal bodyguard replied in unison. The two men bow and slid close the paper door. "Now that's more like it,"
She walked over to the paper door, slid it open leaving it ajar.
"Perfect!" she purred.
"Well, she told me to make myself at home," Miroku continued to venture into the narrow hallway. He came to a sharp right corner then, peered down the short hallway.
("Bingo!")
Miroku found Madam Ayumi's bedchamber. He knew it had to be because of the elaborate flowery paintings that speckled the paper door. He tipped toed up to the paper door.
("Great, the door is ajar,")
Miroku leaned over and peeked into Madam Ayumi's bedchamber. She was dressed in her yukata, sitting at her vanity table brushing her hair.
("Mmmph so I see Miroku decided to come!)
Miroku failed to notice that Lady Ayumi seen him through her mirror that was using to brush her hair. Madam Ayumi soon concluded brushing her hair. She placed her mirror and brush gently back on top of her vanity table. Madam Ayumi stood up. She tossed her hair back over her slender shoulders.
("What is she about to do?")
She untied the belt to her yukata. Madam Ayumi swiftly turned toward the door. Miroku gasped slightly. Madam Ayumi was completely nude under her kimono.
"Oh, I wonder what I shall wear tonight at dinner," cried Madam Ayumi.
("Whoa!")
Within seconds she removed her yukata. Miroku stared intensely at her beautiful body. He peered at her large round breasts and he noticed the delicate curve of her hips.
("She's quite beauty indeed!")
"I know!" Miroku watched as she disappeared into the ring wing of her bedchamber. Madam Ayumi stood at the entrance of her closet. A sly smile creepy across Madam Ayumi's delicate face.
("This is not anything my dear Miroku just wait to see what I have in store for you!")…
"Sir Miroku are you enjoying your dinner?"
"Oh, yes it's very delicious!" Miroku and Madam Ayumi were seated in her dinning room.
The pair was dining on tempura shrimp and vegetable udon noodle soup with some sake. Madam Ayumi smiled.
"Glad you like it," she replied happily…
"Madam Ayumi, I cannot thank you enough for the great meal!" "Oh, I'm happy to oblige," Madam Ayumi and Miroku were standing outside of the dining room. "Well, I guess I should be on my way," "Thank you once again for your gracious hospitality," Miroku began to walk off.
"No wait!"
Miroku ceased his exit.
"Uh, Sir Miroku please stay here,"
"Stay here?"
"Yes, if you may,"
"Sir Miroku I don't have any friends and I'm terribly lonely," Miroku turned back to Madam Ayumi.
"You're terribly lonely?"
"Yes,"
"But don't you have your husband?"
"My husband, my dear husband,"
"Master Kenji is never home with me,"
"Madam Ayumi!"
Miroku lifted up her delicate face. Trails of tears streamed down her face.
"All my husband cares about is his land and spoils, he leaves for months and months at a time, then he only comes home to sleep with me," "Master Kenji cares nothing for me," "Madam Ayumi I'm quite sure that is not true," "If it is not true then why is he not here with me now!" Madam Ayumi cried angrily.
"Madam Ayumi I don't know what to say!" Madam Ayumi looked into Miroku's eyes. "Please say you'll stay," she begged. Miroku returned her piercing glare. "Yes, Madam Ayumi if that is what you desire,"
She rushed toward Miroku embracing him in her arms.
"Thank you," she whispered.
"So, where shall I rest?"
A smile crept upon the princess' face.
"I shall show you at once!"
Madam Ayumi grabbed Miroku's hand and led him to where he was going to rest.
The pair soon arrived at their destination.
"But, but, Madam Ayumi isn't this your bedchamber?" stammered Miroku.
"Yes,"
One of the royal guards opened up the paper door.
Madam Ayumi dragged Miroku inside.
"You shall stay here and entertain me,"
A small smile mischievous crept on Miroku's face.
"Entertain you!"
"Guards leave us!" ordered Madam Ayumi.
Miroku leaned more on the Sakura tree.
("She wanted me to entertain her and I gave her plenty of entertainment!")...
"Madam Ayumi you're not worried that your husband may return and catch us?"
"No, please stop hesitating!"
Miroku and Madam Ayumi were lying together under the silk sheets of her bed.
Madam Ayumi peered over at Miroku.
"My dear sweet Miroku you have the eyes of a great lover and I know you want me as I want you now,"
"Ah, so you're a soothyer now!' joked Miroku.
"No, I seen it in your expression,"
"My expression?" Miroku asked puzzled.
"Yes dear Miroku I knew you were watching me earlier," Madam Ayumi revealed.
("Huh, how does she know?")
Miroku began to blush.
"I-I was not doing such!'
"Oh, dear Miroku it's quite alright,"
"It is?"
"Yes, I purposely told my guards to leave me,"
"Oh, I assumed you purposely left you door ajar too?" Madam Ayumi grinned mischievously.
"Indeed you are a very cunning woman," compliments Miroku.
"Thank you,"
"Now, please Sir Miroku, I want you to make love to me,"
"I want you to pleasure me in every way you know!"
("So without hesitation, Lady Ayumi and I began to make love to one another,")
("It was absolutely incredible!")…
"Ah, Sir Miroku!"
"Yes,"
"You have proven me wrong,"
"Why, is that?"
"I truly did not think that your lovemaking was this great,"
Miroku could not help but smile.
Madam Ayumi reached from Miroku's hand.
"Please feel my heart,"
"Do you feel that?"
"My heart is still pounding rapidly!'
Miroku laced his naked body firmer against Madam Ayumi's.
She reached up and gave Miroku a sweet passionate kiss.
As she laid her head upon Miroku's chest, he noticed something on her the nape of her neck.
"Madam Ayumi?"
"Yes,"
"May I ask you a question?"
She peered up at Miroku.
"Sure!"
"What is that on the nape of your neck?" "Oh, that, it nothing more than a birthmark," Miroku brushed his fingers across the birthmark.
("A moon, a crescent shaped moon,")
"I know it is a very strange birthmark," she replies.
The pair soon drifted on to sleep embraced in each others arms.
("After, our first night together, Madam Ayumi and I continued our passionate affair despite the fact she was married,")
("Mmmph, I believe our affair went on for over a year,")
("Never, had I felt such passion and intense love for a woman,")
("Not, all of our times together were good; I still clearly remember that stormy night when her husband returned home unexpectedly,")
("Madam Ayumi and I had just concluded making love to one another, we were lying up together embraced in each others arms,")
"Sir Miroku!"
"Mmmph,"
"Is it me or was our lovemaking more passionate tonight!" Miroku laughed.
"I do believe that storm out has caused our love to be more forceful and strong!" Madam Ayumi squeezed her naked body against Miroku's.
Madam Ayumi rubbed her small hand against Miroku's right cheek. Miroku glazed down at her fiery green eyes.
"I love you!" she whispered.
Miroku tighten his masculine arm around her slender shoulders.
"I love you too!" Miroku whispers back to her.
They soon drifted off in a peaceful rest…