Her Worshipper
A/N: Another mirsan piece was requested and I happily complied. And added some inukag cuz my otp finds a way in almost all my fics.
Rating is M just to be on the safe side
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A goddess was laying her divine body on a futon, her beauty concealed by a blanket. She was taking a nap after lunch, finding peace and silence in the safety of the shadowy sanctuary of her bedchamber.
Her most devoted worshipper entered the sanctuary on silent feet, closing the door behind himself silently, not daring to disturb the deity he loved with all his heart. He walked to lit a candle to chase the evening shadows away and to be able to see the divine being. A little bitter smell of smoke filled the small space of the place he thought about as the inner shrine of his goddess.
The man approached then his deity, moving carefully on his hands and knees until he was kneeling beside her futon. He gently pulled the blanket down, revealing the naked skin of her back until the edge of the fabric was lower than her rear. He picked up a small jar of flower smelling herbal oil and poured some on his hands. He rubbed his palms to warm it before resting them against her soft skin and firm muscles.
He was worshipping his divine woman only for a minute before she started to hum and murmur in pleasure, stretching her back under his gentle hands. She was a warrior goddess and just a few hours ago had returned to the village from her heavelny travel to a nearby valley to put an end to havoc caused by a youkai. The vile, vile beast had dared to cause her harm, now her back was sore and Miroku could see a few bruises as he moved her hair away from her back - the right side of her back was dark pink, promising to turn violet.
He ran his oil-coated hands over the bruised section of her body, trying to spread the herbal mix over her skin and bring her some relief. He hoped it would cause her soreness and bruises to disappear as fast as possible so her divine self would be not marred by them anymore. Not that bruises could make her less beautiful - she was perfect no matter what. She was fair even when she was covered in blood of her enemies, their guts, foam from laundry or flour from baking with Kagome. His hands slipped down, squeezing the exquisite roundness of her rear.
"What are you doing, monk?" the goddess asked in a silent voice.
"Worshipping the divine body of my beloved goddess," he replied, his voice low. Being exposed to the lovely view of his celestial lady and touching her warm, soft skin was not helping him to remain calm. On the contrary, the slow strokes of his hands up and down her back, across her firm muscles, were making it hard to focus on his task. All he wanted was to kneel behind her, betweel her long, muscular legs and lean over her to rub the oil in her back with his bare chest in slow, sensual strokes until she would demand of him a change of pace. 'I would always do my best to satisfy my heavenly beauty,' he thought and realized that while daydreaming he was massaging her southern regions. To his surprise it was making his goddess of a woman gasp and hum as much as before.
"You're overdressed," she pointed out.
"I shall fix it, oh, heavely one," he promised. Her eyes were full of mishief.
"Where are the kids?"
"With Kagome and Inuyasha. Kagome had told me they'll return tomorrow morning. She said the oil cam have... Nice side effects," he said while running his fingertips up her spine. She stretched under his gentle touch.
"Mmm, I see. Wise is our young miko," Sango moaned softly. "How often did she say you should apply the oil?"
"She didn't say," he massaged her shoulders in slow motions. "She just said 'have fun'."
"Hmmm... You're still overdressed."
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"So..." Inuyasha asked the next morning upon meeting Miroku. The monk looked as if he had not slept much last night. The hanyou could only hope Sango's bruises weren't that bad or that Kagome's secret herbal oil would heal her quickly. "Did you give the herbal oil stuff to Sango?"
"Yes, I offered my celestial goddess the offering lady Kagome gave me," Miroku replied with a wide, bright smile. "Multiple times." Inuyasha shrugged.
"And how does she feel? Is it helping on her sore muscles and bruises?" he asked, trying to sound gruff but failing miserably. He was concerned for his friend.
"The goddess was most pleased with the offering and I, her most devoted worshipper, was graced by happiness," Miroku stated with a serene expression on his face. Inuyasha frowned.
"Are we still talking about Sango's herbal oil? Or did you really went to the shrine to offer that stuff in hope that the gods would heal her faster?"
"I visited the heavens this night, Inuyasha," Miroku confessed. Inuyasha arched a brow at him, then shook his head.
"Someone got lucky tonight," Kagome approached them, surrounded by Miroku's kids. "See, your daddy is here to take you home, sweeties!"
Miroku bowed deeply before the wise miko who had gave him the best offering he could give his divine lady before his offspring practically dragged him home.