A/N: This is set soon after Miroku joined the gang.
I really have to practice more, so I appreciate all the feedback you throw my way. If you feel like it you can also send me prompts.
No Regrets
Miroku was, to put it bluntly, not a man who liked to observe things. He was a man of action and when he saw a beautiful, willing wild flower on his path he always tried to get to smell it, to spread its petals and drink the sweet nectar of passion. He liked to think about himself as a man that made flowers bloom with his incredible staff.
So it was quite unusual for him to hide behind a thicket of fragrant bushes in the forest and watch another male share with his lover the sweet bliss of impending unity. The thrill of the knowledge how dangerous spying on them was just added to the whole experience.
He hadn't planned to be there, but he wasn't one to refuse the gift of fate.
Miroku knew those two for merely a few days, but this was the first time he could see this side of them. Deep in the forest during the lazy and hot summer day, when the villagers were resting in their houses and kids - including the little kitsune - playing by the river, A gentle breeze shook the tree limbs overhead, causing the forest to whisper and sing its ancient song, the scent of the wildness heavy in the hot air. Miroku had been meditating in solitude, practicing keeping up a barrier that could mask his presence from youkai.
Until he heard the breathless, feminine giggle, that changed to a moan.
Unable to hold his meditation, but still keeping the barrier up, the monk gave in to his curiosity and turned and peered through the branches of the lush bushes near him. How could a man not turn his head at the sound as sweet and alluring? And as the moan promised, the sight made him almost drop the barrier despite years of practice.
The voice belonged to Kagome. The young miko was standing with her back against a smooth tree. Since their meeting he had thought her outfit was odd, but along with many others, he'd suspected that she was just too innocent to realize that showing her legs was a bit indecent at her age. But now Miroku understood why she wore this short skirt. And he no longer thought her to be quite that innocent, especially when he heard her speak to her companion.
"Remember, Inuyasha..." she panted out. "I promised to stay for a couple more days, but you have to make sure I won't regret it.
"Keh, is it a challenge, wench?" was her companions teasing, husky reply.
"Mmm... Maybe.." Kagome moaned and tilted her head away from where Miroku was watching her. Only then Miroku looked to the one accompanying the girl in this secluded spot, far from prying eyes of others.
Between her wide spread legs knelt a man. The top of his head was obscured by the green fabric of her skirt, but Miroku had no trouble recognizing the white mane and red kimono of the hanyou protector of the miko. His clawed hands rested on her knees, caressing her pale skin.
Miroku's eyes lit up when he took in the unexpected sight. Never in a thousand years would he imagine those two like this. He, a humble monk, was an unworthy spectator blessed with this vision.
Inuyasha's back was turned towards him, his face was hidden, but the monk could see the emotions on the flushed face of the girl, her eyes half-closed, her head thrown back, her lips parted as she let out gasps and mewls of a woman climbing up the mountain of bliss.
There was no doubt soon the pair was going to reach the clouds and make the rain come down.
Miroku fumbled with his robes as he watched the beautiful girl reach under her blouse to massage and squeeze her breasts. The human cursed the fabric that obscured the view, but said nothing aloud, wanting this exquisite spectacle to unfold in front of him. He carefully adjusted his position to sit more comfortably, holding his stiffening staff in his hand and never looking away from the pair under the tree.
One could call it perverted and wrong to watch others enjoy the physical aspects of their love, but Miroku didn't care. This was where he was supposed to be, so he could witness this side of his friends. He was not disgusted by them, on the contrary - he was happy that the love he had glimpsed before wasn't of the hopeless, unfulfilled kind. The fate itself allowed him to see this and it'd be ungrateful to look away.
Still, he regretted that they had their clothes on, all he could see right now was her blouse bulging out where she fondled herself. And the entrance to her coral cavern was obscured by Inuyasha's head, the greedy hanyou was not moving away from her, his head stuck under her skirt.
Breathless moans and deep growls were almost swallowed by the rustling leaves, but Miroku didn't care. Besides, soon they grew in volume when Inuyasha smoothed his hands over the long legs of the girl, reaching to the cup of sake he was drinking from. Miroku smirked, imagining the hanyou caressing the folds and the pearl of the woman gasping for air. Kagome groaned out her lover's name and removed her hands from under her shirt to grab onto the back of his head, pushing him against herself and rocking her hips into his face until Inuyasha grabbed her hip to hold her in place.
Was there any liquor more delicious, more potent than the sake of heavens from a fair woman? Was there music more heavenly than her moans and pleas for more? Was there a sight more perfect than her flushed face, a motion more perfect than the sway of her hips?
Miroku gripped tighter his staff, his hand moving in a steady pace as he felt waves of heat rush through his veins. Oh, how he wished to drink from the cup of sake of a fair maiden right now! How he envied the lucky hanyou! Yet he knew that he could never have this sake, since the pair was obviously in a long-lasting relationship and Inuyasha wasn't one to share. So, it seemed, this spectacle was a gift for him from the heavens. Well, Inuyasha's head and Kagome's skirt were covering the best part, but his imagination filled the gap easily. A part of him longed for something like they had, a partner who would match him in temperament, a partner who would not be afraid to experience new things with him. He imagined himself kneeling between that girl's legs like Inuyasha did with Kagome, kissing and sucking her in a manner that would make her let out cries as lustful as the miko's. The mere thought about that made his muscles tense in anticipation and his hand tightened on himself. His breath came out in pants and he was grateful the barrier could hide his presence and scent from Inuyasha as long as he wasn't too loud in his enjoyment of the spectacle.
Suddenly, the miko arched her back again and sang the name of her lover, almost making the poor hidden man soak his robes with his moon dew. He gripped his staff tightly, drinking in the visage of a woman that rode a dragon straight to heavens. Who would've thought Inuyasha to be such a skilled lover? Who knew how many times the two had sneaked away to make clouds and rain? Miroku grunted in approval, imagining their make up sessions after all their bickering and all those times Inuyasha had went to bring back Kagome only to disappear for the night, bringing back the exhausted and smiling girl. That sly, seven fold blessed dog.
He was squeezing and fondling himself as he watched the girl slump down the tree to Inuyasha's lap and share a kiss with the hanyou. They exchanged a few whispered words, but from his spot he couldn't hear them. He imagined they were just dazed sweet nothings lovers often spoke, their breaths short and hot on each other''s skin.
Before long Inuyasha reached his hands to Kagome's sides and pulled her shirt over her head, causing Miroku to lean forward a bit. The girl shed a strange binding, freeing her bosom and laughed at the eagerness with which the boy latched onto her collarbone, kissing and sucking his way down the valley of temptation between the small, perky breasts. The shirt and binding both landed on the ground, forgotten.
The laughter changed to gasps and she arched her back, offering her breasts to the greedy man, her nipples erect and demanding attention. Miroku licked his lips, imagining himself paying homage to smooth skin and delicate flesh of a girl as fair as the priestess. Inuyasha wasted no time and wrapped his mouth around a nipple, making the girl squeal in pleasure and shake her head, her hair a wild waterfall covering her back. Her hips bucked against his.
It was like one of those drawings his master had stored in his study, but this one had also motion and sound.. Miroku took in the sight with its frantic motions, dappled sunlight illuminating the pair. It was easy to imagine himself taking part in such a splendid activity with a willing maiden rubbing her flooding palace of the sea king against the water dragon still restrained by the man's clothing. It was the most capturing sight and the monk was hard pressed not to groan in his own pleasure as he listened to those two engaged in pleasure of flesh.
Kagome was moaning Inuyasha;s name, encouraging him to do with her whatever he pleased, but it didn't matter, Miroku was too far gone in his own fantasy of himself bending over a woman's chest to pay attention to details. He knew that if the pair found him he'd be a dead man, but it only made this more fascinating to watch, the forbidden fruit too tempting to pass. He bit his lips to keep silent, both his hands buried in the folds of his robe, caressing his hot, smooth staff in a rhythmic motion.
The woman wrapped her arms around her lover, pushing herself against him firmly. His clawed hands sneaked under her skirt and Miroku shivered, imagining himself squeezing the pale flesh of her butt. Then the movement of his hands sped up when the hanyou started to guide the hips of the girl, who squealed in delight and straightened her back, riding his lap with his help. Inuyasha groaned, his ears laying back in intense pleasure.
Then the man assaulted the neck and mouth of his lover with kisses while her hands frantically tugged at his kimono. She pulled his layers down his shoulders and licked the side of his neck, her hands roaming his torso while he ran his hands up and down her sides and back, tugging her hair. Then he removed his hands from her body only to shed his kimono and throw it on the moss under the tree. Kagome slid off of his lap and when he was busy taking off his hakama and fundoshi, the girl knelt, presenting her behind to him and looking back at him, her hands and legs spread wide, her hair partially obscuring the expanse of her flushed skin as it hung down over one shoulder. She licked her lips when she saw his inhuman tachi. Miroku had seen Inuyasha naked in a bath already, but back then he hadn't been in his battle mode. Now, the monk was pretty sure that the hanyou could use it as a ram to bring down castle gates if he wanted to. He himself was not tiny, but he couldn't help a pang of envy. Good thing Inuyasha wasn't interested in any other girl, he'd be a hard competition with a body like his. Of course, more important than the size was the skill of the swordsman, but the anticipation written on Kagome's face and confidence in Inuyasha's gaze told Miroku that the hanyou was not an amateur.
"Like what you see?" Inuyasha asked, dropping the hakama to the forest floor and stroking himself. His water dragon was erect and throbbing, obviously ready to claim the sea king's palace with its divine pearl as his lair of erotic pleasure.
"I'd like it more if you put it where it belongs," Kagome replied boldly and Miroku almost snickered at the hungry tone in her voice. He had heard many eager girls, but the feisty miko demanding to be taken from behind by a dog youkai was easily the horniest of them all. She flexed herself, pushing her bottom back, giving the man behind her a wonderful view of her divine peach and a challenge no male could resist.
Miroku's frantic movements grew faster when he watched the beautiful girl. This time she was positioned sideways, so he had a wonderful view of her bosom, the graceful line of her back arching, her bottom high in the air. How much he envied the hanyou kneeling behind her, grabbing those perfect hips! He watched the other man flip the girl's skirt up and sped his movements, imagining the view Inuyasha had at this moment. The tips of Inuyasha's claws rubbed against the pale flesh, the dripping tip of his member dangerously close to her maidenly petals, no doubt covered in dew of passion.
Without a warning, the hanyou's hips surged forward, his steel dragon sinking in her cup of sake, plundering the wet, hot sanctuary of pleasure between her legs. Miroku almost spilled himself at the sensual vision and the lustful moan of the girl, mixed with the growl of her inhuman lover.
"Mine," Inuyasha growled, looking down where his hips moved back and forward at a slow pace, allowing his lover a moment to adjust before he started to thrust faster and deeper. Kagome had her head hanging down, panting as she took him in. The man's hands moved up and down her sides, caressing her and helping her relax.
"Oh, mine," Kagome grunted and pushed back against him, making him gasp. "Now, show me your stamina, dai hanyou...! Ah!"
She barely had enough time to finish her demand before Inuyasha complied, as if he had been barely keeping himself from picking up the pace. The song of feminine cries of pleasure mixed with masculine groans filled the hot, still air under the canopy of the trees.
It was easy to see that it wasn't the first time, there was no fumbling of inexperienced youths learning the dance of passion. Miroku leaned forward when he saw that Inuyasha spanked the girl lightly, causing her to gasp. Like with everything else, the hanyou was oriented on a single goal, giving it his all, merciless and ferocious. Miroku could never hope to match the speed with which the hanyou rode the girl, who was moving in sync with him and obviously trying to keep quiet. When one of Inuyasha's hands dipped between her legs a sharp, high-pitched moan left her lips and the woman lost all will to contain herself. Broken words left her in moans, now much louder than the background noise of the forest. The man bending over her licked the side of her neck and growled lustfully. His white mane fell over their sweaty bodies when Inuyasha braced himself on the ground with one hand, the other splayed on Kagome's belly to support her petite body against the punishing force of his raging arousal.
There was something primal, wild and untamed in their lovemaking. Miroku knew that not all girls would prefer this position and most certainly it was near impossible to find one who would allow a youkai to mount her like a dog in heat. No woman would want a hanyou. Only Kagome saw past his mixed blood and for this acceptance and affection the heavens rewarded her with a lover intent on bringing her as much pleasure as she was giving him. And, just by looking and listening to them, Miroku knew that it was plenty.
"Inu...! Gonna...!" Miroku pumped himself and fondled his jewels when he heard the urgency in the girl's voice.
"Go on," Inuyasha panted against her shoulder and let his hand slide back to her sensitive pearl. Kagome didn't last much longer afterwards.
Gasping Miroku spilled his moon dew all over his hands and robes when the young woman cried out her release, throwing her head back and pressing against her lover. The hanyou stilled his movements, chuckling huskily as he watched the girl fall to the pile of clothes limply, gasping for air. Miroku, were he less engrossed in his imagination, would have noticed that the impressive tachi pf his virile friend was still not satisfied. He himself resigned himself to the pleasant afterglow and was not yet aware or caring that he needed to clean himself.
Miroku blinked, brought out of his relaxed daze, when Inuyasha reached down and rolled his lover to her back. The hanyou wasted a second to watch her heaving chest move up and down, her face full of love and male whispered lovingly to her, caressing her thighs and spreading her knees like wings of a butterfly. When Kagome opened her eyes - that was the moment when he pounced.
"Inuyasha!" A feminine cry of surprise and pleasure rang under the trees when the relentless warrior on top of her sheathed his steel within her throbbing scabbard in one hard thrust, the silver tsuba of his sword touching her shaved womanhood. Miroku rested comfortably, enjoying the feeling of satisfaction and just watching the pair engage in another battle. Miroku raised an impressed brow at the hanyou stamina. He, a mere human, needed a while to recover.
"Gonna fuck you, wench... till you forget which way home is..." the hanyou promised in between thrusts. On his knees and elbows, Inuyasha arched his back, panting and grunting as he pounded into the trembling body of his lover. The sounds of sweaty flesh hitting flesh reached Miroku's ears and he sighed in wonder at the girl, who somehow managed to keep up with her lover.
"Yes, Inuyasha!" Kagome moaned, her hips rocking into the man plowing her the way she obviously wanted him to. She made it perfectly clear, wrapping her legs around him, scratching his shoulders when he leaned in to lick and kiss her bouncing breasts and neck. "Fuck me so hard I can't go home!"
Who would've thought, Miroku wondered, that this seemingly innocent and timid girl was so demanding and insatiable?
One thing was for sure - he didn't regret choosing this spot for his meditation.
And, judging by the noises coming from behind the bushes, Kagome didn't regret staying in the past.
Miroku smirked a while later when a howl of his hanyou friend reaching his completion rang in his ears , followed by a scream of a girl reaching the stars - it seemed that Inuyasha had no regrets in his heart as well.
A/N: So, do you think Miroku will develop a habit of meditating in the woods?
!" Kagome moaned, her hips rocking into the man plowing her the way she obviously wanted him to. She made it perfectly clear, wrapping her legs around him, scratching his shoulders when he leaned in to lick and kiss her bouncing breasts and neck. "Fuck me so hard I can't go home!"