I planned on updating yesterday afternoon but my mom came home and wanted to use the computer, so sorry. This chapter is longer than the others. And I should really go do my chores soon. I'll update every two or three days if I can.
We nearly had a tornado where I live today, they said we would have more tornadoes this summer in Southern Ontario than usual but I had no idea I might actually get to see one! At first it was scary when I saw the storm clouds spinning and I ran inside to get my teddy (and yes I still sleep with him, I feel safer with something to hold). But it was amazing! If you've ever seen the movie twister, the clouds are even cooler in real life! They are moving so fast you can actually see them twisting on each other and it started raining and getting really windy, just like in the movie. I got really freaked out when the center started lowering down to the ground (especially since it looked like it was going to land right across the road from our house in the fairgrounds) and was ready to dash for the basement, it moved much slower than the ones in the movies but it was so exciting! I doubt it'd be any more than an F1 or maybe an F2 (if you've ever heard of the fujita scale you'll know what I'm talking about) but I was still really excited and scared. I wanted it to touch down and my mom told me I was strange afterwards. All I can say is that it runs in the family!
Well, I just had to tell you about that, now to get on with the story.
Miroku absentmindedly ran his fingers through Sari's black locks while watching Sango personally tend to Minoru's wounds. He shifted; the wood floor was very uncomfortable. He didn't understand. Why wasn't she angry with him? He'd feel better about it if she just hit him over the head with her hiraikotsu for keeping secrets from her.
After Sari's transformation had been reversed and she fell unconscious, they brought her and her brother back to the headman's house. The headman had objected at first but when Inuyasha assured him that Sari was no longer a threat, he reluctantly agreed.
Sango had shoed everyone but Miroku out of the room and now they just sat there in silence, watching over his children.
She just sat there, not even giving him a glance.
Minoru's wounds weren't too bad, a couple cuts and burns, one very large gash across his back that would probably leave a scar on his hanyou skin. He was mostly just tired; watching over his sister when she was under the control of her demon blood must have been a trying task. Minoru had opened his eyes shortly after they had reached the headman's home, his only goal was to look at his sister's calm, sleeping form and smile before falling back into unconsciousness.
Miroku was very proud of his son. Minoru was the youngest of the twins but he cared for his sister as if he was the oldest. The talisman that was in his hand was tied on so that he could make the barrier anytime he pleased. He depended on the spiritual powers his father had passed on to him since he was never very good at hand-to-hand combat, like Sari, and despised getting blood over himself since his nose a little more sensitive than his sisters.
Sango watched the monk out of the corner of her eye as she finished applying rubbing alcohol (courtesy of Kagome) to the last of Minoru's burns before placing a bandage on them. Miroku hadn't tended to Sari, she had a few minor wounds that they knew would heal in an hour or so.
She pulled Minoru into her arms and carried him over to lay him next to his sister. Sango knew he would want her to be right where he could see and protect her when he woke.
Miroku gave her a weak smile, hoping to have her at least look at him. She continued to ignore him, even when he whispered her name she did not reply. He needed to get her attention, so…
SLAP!
"What the hell is wrong with you?" The demon-slayer hissed, trying her best not to scream and yell at him so that she wouldn't wake the children. She blinked when he just smiled and whispered a thank-you. Did he want me to hit him? She looked down at the children and ran the back of her fore-finger across Minoru's cheek. He doesn't look much like his father.
Sango was a bit surprised, she had expected his son to look like him and his daughter to look like her mother, whatever she looked like. But it was the other way around. They had similarities to Miroku but sSari looked almost like a female version of her father, almost, she still had her black dog ears and a fluffy black wolf-tail. Miroku was a bit confused when he distinctly remembered her ears being brown but Inuyasha had said that some demons (and half-demons) colors darken as they get older. Sari had short but deadly claws and her hair was like silk. And her small breasts were evidence that she was becoming a woman rather quickly, but Inuyasha had also said that half-demons grew a third faster than humans.
Minoru hardly looked like his father at all, his hair was black and that was where the similarities ended. He didn't have a tail like his sister and his dog ears weren't there either, and when Sango had ran her fingers along his scalp at the hotspring she had pulled back and gasped when she found two small stumps of the almost non-existent appendage. Someone had cut his ears clean off! Miroku planned on asking him about that later and dealing with whoever did such a thing to his son. His eyes were green like his sisters, maybe a little darker. He had claws but they weren't even half as sharp as his sisters talons but they were longer and gave him an almost majestic look when you combined that with his already well-built body, thin face and high cheekbones that came as he had matured.
"Sango?"
She looked up relieved that he was no longer tense like he was before she had slapped him.
Miroku swallowed nervously, he wasn't sure on how to start so he took a swing at an apology, "I'm sorry for not telling you about them."
Sango sighed, she didn't want an apology, she wanted an explanation. "It's okay, they're kinda cute if you get past the deadly hanyou part of them."
Miroku chuckled and his eyes lightened up a little, "you should have seen them when they were younger, they were even cuter then."
"How old are they?" Sango asked apprehensively. She didn't even know the monks age.
He sighed and counted off on his fingers, "ten, but they look more like they're almost thirteen," he chuckled again, "it's true what they say, they grow up way too fast."
She couldn't help but smile and run her hands through Minoru's hair again, avoiding the holes that were his ears. Inuyasha had assured them both that they would grow back with time but it would take a while.
Then Miroku yawned, he was very tired considering that he hadn't slept in three days, the matter of his children setting his nerves on overdrive so that he couldn't relax. And his whole body was sore from being tensed up too. He rolled his shoulders, hoping to alleviate the pain. He jumped when he felt small feminine hands grip his shoulders and begin small, hard circles just below the joints.
"You should have just told me and saved yourself the stress," she whispered kindly, "I… I love you," the words still seemed foreign to her lips since they rarely had any time alone, "nothing will ever change that."
"The hot spring was supposed to fix that, and I guess it kind of did," Miroku murmured as his whole body went languid under Sango's ministrations. Her strong hands seemed to know exactly where to go. "I'm glad to know you love me that much as to look over me keeping such things from you."
Sango leaned forward so he could feel her breath on his ear, "no more secrets?"
He nodded, their closeness arousing him slightly, "go lower, onegai."
Sango complied, she could tell from his heavier breathing just what she was doing to him. She put a little more pressure on her finger tips as she massaged down his spine. She kept her mouth close to his ear, blowing on in with every breath.
"Mirrookuuu," she purred seductively, "how about we go back to the hot springs and relieve you of the rest of your stress?"
"The children?"
She gave his ear a soft nip, "Kagome and Inuyasha can watch them," She waited a few moments and saw his hesitation, "I want to show you how much I love you," she purred into his ear.
That was all the encouragement he needed, now fully aroused and desperately wanting to show Sango how deep his love went. Grabbing Sango's hand he rushed out of the room, quickly telling they're friends to watch the children for them before they went out the door and down toward the hot springs.
They weren't even there yet when Sango began pulling at his clothes, trying to disrobe him, their lips meeting and claiming hungrily. So he returned the favor, only to find her slayer uniform underneath.
Giggling at his obvious look of disappointment, she picked up the pace so they would reach their destination faster.
Once beside the hot springs Sango and Miroku finished undressing each other and hurriedly got into the water.
That's when Sango realized what they were doing.
She jumped away from him to the other side of the spring, coving her chest and submerging till the water touched her chin. This was something she had never done before. She was afraid it would hurt like the women in her village had said it would and afraid that she wouldn't be as good as some of the women he had had.
Miroku just smiled knowingly and slowly made his way over to her. Pulling the nervous Sango into his arms, he stroked her hair, hoping to make her relax a little. He couldn't help but chuckle at her reaction when she then realized he was holding her and was naked, her eyes were bugging out of her head.
But the attention to her hair was working, and slowly, very slowly, she snaked her arms around his waist and snuggled against his chest. Her heart calming down into a steady beat.
Hmm… we'll have to get that heart going again… Miroku then moved his hands to her sides, massaging up and down before gently moving to her hips and then gripping her rear like he did every day, except this time it went unopposed by Sango.
Sango nestled closer to his chest and sighed, shifting her position to curl up in his lap, she froze. Something very hard was rubbing against her thigh and she had a pretty good idea what it was. So she did the only thing any girl could do in that situation, she giggled.
"And what is so funny?" Miroku's soft, loving voice inquired.
She giggled some more and shifted so she could wrap her small hand around his member, causing a surprised gasp to come from her monk. Now finished with her giggling, she gently traced her fingers along it, from the tip all the way down to the base where she then moved her hands across his hips, exploring the lower half of him.
"Sango?"
"Hmm?" she was too busy exploring his abdomen.
"We don't have to if you don't feel like it anymore," he whispered, his voice filled with impending disappointment.
Sango stopped her ministrations to his abdomen, she looked up at him. Seeing the sincerity in his eyes, she smiled and shook her head, "no, I… I want to do this," she giggled again, "I'm just a little nervous. I've never…"
She was cut off by his lips fiercely claiming hers in a passionate kiss. She smiled into the kiss; apparently all he wanted was permission to continue. When his tongue gently licked her lower lip, she willingly opened her mouth to wrestle his tongue with hers. After a few moments they drew away for a sharp intake of air and then hastily returned to their wrestling. Miroku easily overpowered her and ran his tongue over her teeth and along the contours of her mouth, tasting her.
Miroku's hands were not still long, after a couple moments, he began moving his cursed hand upwards to cup her breast, this movement eliciting a small gasp of surprise from his love. Gently kneading the mound of flesh in his palm, he began rubbing her hard, pink nipple between his thumb and finger. Sango drew her lips away and threw her head back, moaning, her body arching into his hand for more.
Lifting her out of the water, he placed her on his spread out robes. Gently laying half atop of her, he massaged her unattended breast while quickly taking the first nipple in his mouth. Gently nipping it and soothing the nips with his tongue, he basked in the sounds of pleasure she was making.
Moving his hand away from her breast and replacing it with his mouth, he let his fingers stray down to between her legs, making small circular patterns on her belly as he went. Sango cried out when he stroked her sensitive nub of flesh between her folds.
He was surprised when he felt his hand become wet, but then figured she hit her orgasm so quickly because her body was unused to such pleasure. Miroku grinned as he moved his lips up to her neck, suckling and leaving little red marks in their wake.
Gently, he slid a single finger into her and nearly released just at the feel of the inside of her. He held on, wanting to pleasure her a little more before doing what he had desired to do to her for so long.
After pumping his finger in and out for a while, he added two more, causing her to gasp once again at being stretched. It stung a little but the pleasure soon overpowered it.
After a while he couldn't take it anymore and withdrew his fingers from her, she whimpered at the feeling of loss. He spread her legs apart, which she was more than willing to do, and knelt between them, his painfully hard member brushing against her entrance before going in with a single, quick thrust.
Sango had braced herself for pain but was surprised when she felt none. All the activities of demon slaying must have torn her barrier long ago. Although it was a little uncomfortable, she soon adjusted and let Miroku continue.
Slowly drawing out, he thrust back in and continued this pattern, speeding up and going harder when his lover asked.
It wasn't long before Sango cried out in pleasure, her insides clenching around him and causing him to quickly follow. He barely pulled out in time as he released, the warm liquid landing on the lower half of Sango's abdomen.
Sango didn't care, she just sighed contentedly as Miroku rolled off of her, taking her with him so that she was lying on top, the two of them still connected intimately.
"I love you Sango," Miroku couldn't help but whisper and he held her tighter and used one arm to pull the robes over them as a blanket.
She made a small sound to let him know she heard and snuggled against his chest before kissing and suckling, leaving red marks similar to the ones on her neck, on his chest.
While back at the headman's house……
Inuyasha flattened his ears against his head and wrinkled his nose, wishing that he couldn't hear or smell what had just occurred not too far away at the hot spring.
"I wonder where they went. Do you think we should go look for them?" Kagome looked over at Inuyasha, "are you okay? You look the way you do when I make curry."
His golden eyes met hers, "trust me, they do not us to be looking for them."
Kagome blinked and then her eyes widened in realization, "ohhh…" she giggled, "I guess you're right."
Well there you go. I was surprised I was so calm when I was writing the lemony part, not even a blush, will wonders never cease?
And for all you people who don't understand why it hurt her for him to have three fingers in her (mostly guys I'm addressing). Men's hands and fingers are so bloody huge that of course it hurts when you've never been with someone! Unless you're used to it, it's gonna hurt a little.
Well c ya next time, the next chapter will be focusing on the children and how the villagers react to their return.