WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS EXPLICIT CONTENT!! NOT FOR THE VIEWING OF CHILDREN!!!
Well, just what the warning says...this is sex the chapter, my worst probably...I'm so bad at writing these scenes. Well please read...and hopefully enjoy.
My legs collapsed, as I walked into the room. I had just carried her down the hall, her legs wrapped around my back; our chests intimately touching. I was beginning to loose the ability to control my motor skills, then. My body began to succumb a natural, primal instinct, but I had to control myself for her. She was new at this.
I don't know why things had come to this. It all seemed like it was a long dream, a happy one that I'd probably wake up in the middle of. Sango had begged me to hold her.
To kill her….
I wanted to make the most out of every moment; make her completely mine. I wanted to be inside her for just this night, just once I'd let my feelings take advantage of me.
But after…
It didn't change my previous thoughts about her, however. I still wished I hadn't opened up to her, at least not this much. Now she had reason to follow me into the afterlife. I just hoped her will to save her brother was stronger than come with me. I hoped she would choose life, or something else.
Not me, anything, but me…
I kissed her lightly, as we scrambled to the futon in the middle of the room. We were clumsy, running into random object scattered across the floor. She was nimble and didn't fall. I pulled her to me, trying to keep us together for as long as possible. I could hear her quickened breathing and watched as her chest rose and fell. She had small beads off sweat coursing down her forehead.
It was hot in here, way too hot. I could feel myself burn incredibly, wanting to take her there. I told myself to take it slow with her, however. I had to give her everything she needed first. This was her first time.
I groaned, feeling her part from me. The contact had been so tantalizing.
She lied down on the futon first and turned to smile weakly at me. She beckoned me after a moment of continued silence by lifting her finger.
I stared at her, gently lapping in every contour of her body. Her long mahogany hair was diffused across the futon and her arms were stretched horizontally. She glanced up at me, her orbs begging an advance.
I watched her for a moment longer, craving every inch of her flesh. She began to sit up then. She was scared, as I didn't join her as quickly as she hoped. Before she could reach halfway, I pushed her to the futon; my breathing was ragged and fanned her pale, slick skin. She gasped and murmured something incoherently. I couldn't understand it.
I grazed her forehead lightly before leaning down to kiss her, implicitly asking permission to take her as mine. She lightly kissed back, her arms encasing my neck.
Her kisses were soft and sweet, innocent to the touch. She was timid and unsure and still a novice at the intimate contact. I loved that about her. She quickly learned however, when I licked her gums, she granted me access to her cavern. I moved, slowly, grazing my tongue across her bottom lip, before taking her mouth completely.
Instinctively, my hands quickly moved to her chest and squeezed lightly. I heard a light whimper escape her lips through the kiss and smirked. She was so sensitive there and so vulnerable. Her breasts fit my palms perfectly.
I continued the fondling, moving faster as the cycle continued. She began moaning my name lightly through her bruised lips. When I stopped, her arms loosened her hold on my neck, in a pleasurable spasm. My hands began to part the top of her robe, tearing angrily at the fabric, ravenously trying to make contact with her sacred flesh.
Her head thrashed to the side, taking her mahogany locks with it. She found strength to lift her shoulders off the futon, giving me better access to her alluring body. My movements were hastened and swift; I pulled the fabric off her shoulders in a matter of seconds and found myself staring hungrily at my prey.
She was shy and pulled away, her arms shrouding her bosom, as any woman does their first time. I had caught a glimpse of her flesh and found myself becoming more excited than I had been before. I chuckled at her and forced myself upon her body.
"Don't pull away…" I murmured into her ear, my voice had grown lower, and gruffer. "You are beautiful in whatever way."
She looked up at me, her eyes wide and curious as children's are; her pupils were dialed from the activities. She looked confused and yet, she smiled genuinely. Her eyes were filled with a sense of trust and utmost lust.
We didn't need to exchange any more dialogue. At that moment, we were connected; she pulled her pale arms from her chest and let me gaze upon her. I stared at her, my eyes intaking every curve to her upper chest. Her breasts were proportional and her tan nipples were erect and piercing the night air. She shuttered, staring at me with extreme patience. She understood now, understood this contact.
My breath had caught in my throat; I could feel my robes begin to grow unbearably tight. She smiled and leaned up to me to give me a light peck. I watched her, her mahogany eyes drifting down to my shaft. I could feel myself begin to grow harder through the robes. My length rubbed against my hard fabric and begged to be released.
"Miroku…" She murmured breathlessly, her eyes still locked on my lower region. "Take off your robes."
I laughed, leaning to her left to whisper. "Help me."
She was slow, but gentle as she lightly untied my outer robes. I could feel myself growing eager from within my robes. She would brush against me, the light contact making my skin burn with the deepest of passion. As she pulled off my last robe, she quickly pushed herself into my arms. It seemed so satisfying to be free, but the heat of my flesh had yet to be cooled and my hunger had yet to be quenched.
I groaned, feeling her pliant body against mine. Her naked breasts were touching my own. I could feel the wet fabric of her skirt brush violently against my length. My senses had been heightened and I found myself instinctively pulling the rest of Sango's kimono to the floor. It fell to the floor lightly, trickling down her shaped form. She winced slightly at her heated body reacting with the night air, but she slowly grew accustomed to it. I watched as her eyes relaxed and her body's features softened.
I smiled, wrapping my arms around her. I lightly kissed her forehead and buried my head in her luscious hair. I closed my eyes, contemplating the other times I had been in this position. No woman seemed more flawless than she. The others seemed like nothing, but dwindling memories now. I had never felt so satisfied in holding a woman this close.
"Sango…" I muttered, almost subconsciously. "Can I make love to you?"
She shuttered slightly from beneath my arms. I looked down at her face, examining its contortion as she thought for a moment. She looked almost confused as she contemplated the question. I began to grow nervous as the silence lingered.
She looked up at me one last time before, stuttering. "Please."
My heart jumped at the sound of her small, awkward voice and I quickly pulled her into another passionate kiss. My body began to move on it's own after that. I lightly pushed Sango to the bed and engulfed her afterwards. She complied with every movement I made, whimpering and moaning lightly.
I didn't waste any time for play; I felt that we were both done with charades and games at that time. I lowered myself between her legs and smiled, adoring the picture set before me.
Sango was coated in a light sweat, causing her body to gleam in the firelight. Her long, auburn hair was scattered across her face and down her sides and her legs were open, revealing her inner core.
I smirked, gently spreading her knees further apart so I had enough access to her center. She watched me, lifting her head from her futon. I merely nodded at her, smirking, before I mischievously slipped one finger inside her.
She moaned, as her body tensed from the intrusion. Her knees buckled and she lifted her hips off the futon subconsciously. I watched her reactions with amusement and after a moment of acquaintance with the experience, I began pumping my finger in and out of her cavern.
She arched her back, thrashing her head from side to side as I continued the movements. Her core became slicker through the continued pumping and I quickly added another finger to prepare her for the inevitable.
Her fists grasped the futon as I continued the pumping. When it seemed like she had almost reached her end, I playfully pulled my fingers from her, leaving her empty and needy. She moaned, whether it was from pleasure or dissatisfaction, I couldn't tell.
I let her relax for a moment, watching her chest rise and fall and listening to her quickened panting. When it seemed like she was relatively conscious, I climbed above her, enthusiastic to pierce her wall.
She looked up at me, her eyelids lowered in deep pleasure. Her bangs were stuck to her forehead from the sweat.
I lowered myself onto her, vigorously rubbing our cores together. She moaned into the night and I along with her. I could feel my length coat in her juices and grow even harder than before. The juices provided some cool to the night, but not nearly enough.
I was on the brink of insanity and wanted, no needed her so badly then. I wanted to fill her and make her mine forever, but again I asked as humbly as I could.
"Can..I?" I stuttered; my motor skills were at a minimal and my arms begging to give out.
This time it didn't take long for her to reply. She simply nodded, her russet eyes never leaving my own. I quickly positioned myself in her folds and waited patiently for her.
She stared at me for a moment, watching me struggle not to take her. My arms felt as if they could collapse at any moment from sexual frustration. When she nodded again, I plunged into her and pulled out as quickly as I could.
She had felt so tight and so warm. Her cavern flexed around me with every move. I didn't know if I could stop then, if she didn't want to continue. Not after I had a little taste of her.
I looked at her for continuation and she weakly smiled back, small beads of tears were on the edge of her eyes. At that moment, my body went mad. I plunged myself into her as quickly as possible, quenching my thirst for her. My body loved every second of the activity. I began to moan loudly, along with my partner.
She was so tight. I could feel my length shove through her, causing friction between our cores. She was so wonderful and every thrust caused me to move closer to the edge. I had to wait for her though. She needed to go first, to plunge before me.
She arched her back willingly forcing her chest into mine as the thrusts continued. I began to move quicker as my body took control. I could hear her moaning my name through my groans and I began to thrust into her harder to hear my name more clearly.
The thrusts continued for moments, which seemed like eternity to us. Just when the pleasure was at its highest, her walls clutched around me, causing me to take one long moan.
She screamed into the night, breathing heavily afterward, as her juices filled her cavern. Her hips jerked and crashed into mine in utmost pleasure, causing me to loose control as well. My groin spilled its juices into her before I had time to withdrawal from her. I groaned, feeling my body drain into her; my strength had drained along with it and I fell to her side, my chest rising and falling violently.
My vision was blurry and my breathing quick.
It had felt so wonderful, so unbearably pleasurable, but as I began to gain my senses back, an incredible pain pierced my hand again. I winced, glancing at my Kazana, before looking over at Sango. She was still recovering.
I didn't think I'd have to leave her so soon.
No, not now… please awhile longer…
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