Miroku and Kagome: 36 tales of love and lust
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InuYasha › Het - Male/Female › Miroku/Kagome
Rating:
Adult ++
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Like a Rat - Theme: Trapped
disclaimer: The characters and world of InuYasha are not mine, they are property of Rumiko Takahashi, Shogakukan, Yomiuri TV, Sunrise, and Viz. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
A/N: A little less angst, but not by much.
Like a Rat
By Sarga
Kagome lay on her back, the sweat from their recent coupling cooling too quickly in the chilly night air.
Miroku had said he loved her.
Oh, Kami, he had meant it. He actually loved her.
Kagome felt an unfamiliar panic quell up in her chest. She wanted to reciprocate, if for no other reason than to alleviate her own guilt at the death of her best friend. Instead, she could offer him nothing more than what they already had.
“It's okay, Kagome. I know you love Inuyasha. I've accepted that, but I hope, now that you know...” Miroku sighed. He hadn't really planned out what he was going to do when she responded. He knew, without a doubt that she didn't love him and probably never would, so... why did he do this to himself? “Things don't have to change between us, Kagome. I'm satisfied with having you in my arms.”
Miroku watched with a twinge of grief as he saw Kagome visibly relax from his bold-faced lie. Although, it was true, what he had said about things not changing, he wasn't sure how much more sweet torment he could take from the girl. No... That was a lie. He'd take what she gave, because like the beggar he was, he would have no choice.
Kagome licked her suddenly dry lips, wondering what to do. Sure he said that he didn't want anything to change, but, could things really stay the same? Kagome felt cornered, like a rat on a burning ship. Like any other wild animal who knows itself to be in danger, she lashed out.
“You don't love me, Miroku!” Kagome was almost pleading with him to take it back. “You can't love me, you loved Sango...”
Kagome was cut off with a hard kiss, its bruising force enough to startle her into submission.
“No, Kagome. I love you.” Miroku's voice was soft, as much as his kiss was hard. Still naked, Kagome could feel the length of him rising again, testament to his body's desire for her own. Moaning at the feel of him rubbing against her inner thigh, Kagome stared wide-eyed into Miroku's heavy-lidded gaze.
Miroku took his time entering Kagome, her eyes held him captivated as he creeped deeper and deeper in. Her pupils had almost overtaken her smoky-grey irises and he was hard pressed not to see what ramming himself the rest of the way would do. Would black meet white?
Kagome gasped as Miroku's hips snapped the rest of the way in, the thrilling shock making her toes curl and her head arch back.
“Look at me!” Miroku ordered sharply, her gaze snapping back to his with a whimper. He had finally told her his secret and he'd be damned if he let her go back to hiding inside her mind. She wasn't going anywhere!
As Kagome's eyes met Miroku's in the moonlit garden, he snapped his hips again, wrenching moans from them both. Hard rigid flesh pushed inward with sweet friction, her slick walls massaging every inch of him in a erotic undulation. Like a condemned woman, Kagome accepted her fate as white hot pleasure blinded her still-open eyes.
Miroku watched Kagome cum, feeling her wet heat engulf him completely. Her eyes were wide and unseeing as wave after wave of rippling muscle drew him closer... closer... and over the edge.
Miroku nuzzled Kagome's neck as he panted from his release, licking the crevice of sweat that had formed there.
Kagome was his.
And Miroku would never let her go.
A/N: A little less angst, but not by much.
Like a Rat
By Sarga
Kagome lay on her back, the sweat from their recent coupling cooling too quickly in the chilly night air.
Miroku had said he loved her.
Oh, Kami, he had meant it. He actually loved her.
Kagome felt an unfamiliar panic quell up in her chest. She wanted to reciprocate, if for no other reason than to alleviate her own guilt at the death of her best friend. Instead, she could offer him nothing more than what they already had.
“It's okay, Kagome. I know you love Inuyasha. I've accepted that, but I hope, now that you know...” Miroku sighed. He hadn't really planned out what he was going to do when she responded. He knew, without a doubt that she didn't love him and probably never would, so... why did he do this to himself? “Things don't have to change between us, Kagome. I'm satisfied with having you in my arms.”
Miroku watched with a twinge of grief as he saw Kagome visibly relax from his bold-faced lie. Although, it was true, what he had said about things not changing, he wasn't sure how much more sweet torment he could take from the girl. No... That was a lie. He'd take what she gave, because like the beggar he was, he would have no choice.
Kagome licked her suddenly dry lips, wondering what to do. Sure he said that he didn't want anything to change, but, could things really stay the same? Kagome felt cornered, like a rat on a burning ship. Like any other wild animal who knows itself to be in danger, she lashed out.
“You don't love me, Miroku!” Kagome was almost pleading with him to take it back. “You can't love me, you loved Sango...”
Kagome was cut off with a hard kiss, its bruising force enough to startle her into submission.
“No, Kagome. I love you.” Miroku's voice was soft, as much as his kiss was hard. Still naked, Kagome could feel the length of him rising again, testament to his body's desire for her own. Moaning at the feel of him rubbing against her inner thigh, Kagome stared wide-eyed into Miroku's heavy-lidded gaze.
Miroku took his time entering Kagome, her eyes held him captivated as he creeped deeper and deeper in. Her pupils had almost overtaken her smoky-grey irises and he was hard pressed not to see what ramming himself the rest of the way would do. Would black meet white?
Kagome gasped as Miroku's hips snapped the rest of the way in, the thrilling shock making her toes curl and her head arch back.
“Look at me!” Miroku ordered sharply, her gaze snapping back to his with a whimper. He had finally told her his secret and he'd be damned if he let her go back to hiding inside her mind. She wasn't going anywhere!
As Kagome's eyes met Miroku's in the moonlit garden, he snapped his hips again, wrenching moans from them both. Hard rigid flesh pushed inward with sweet friction, her slick walls massaging every inch of him in a erotic undulation. Like a condemned woman, Kagome accepted her fate as white hot pleasure blinded her still-open eyes.
Miroku watched Kagome cum, feeling her wet heat engulf him completely. Her eyes were wide and unseeing as wave after wave of rippling muscle drew him closer... closer... and over the edge.
Miroku nuzzled Kagome's neck as he panted from his release, licking the crevice of sweat that had formed there.
Kagome was his.
And Miroku would never let her go.