Miroku and Kagome: 36 tales of love and lust

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.

Sweet and Sour Pork
By Sarga

Miroku snuck behind Kagome's squatting form as she heated the water for tonight's ramen. Knowing she couldn't jerk away without moving into the fire, Miroku slipped a hand underneath her skirt from behind and started playing with her pussy lips, pinching and flicking until she was mewling under his touch. As Kagome clutched the ground for balance, the couple were interrupted by a fierce growl ahead of them, successfully pulling them away from their blissful liaison.

“It's fucking bad enough you two are at it whenever we stop! Do you have to stink up my food with the stench of your rutting too?” Inuyasha glared daggers at Kagome as she averted her eyes, her face aflame.

Ever since they had started to head back to Kaede's village, the couple astride Kirara, Inuyasha had been surly and downright mean. Even aloft, their time together was constantly interrupted by the growling, glaring or swearing half-demon. He was so unpleasant, Kagome could almost taste his sourness.

Miroku, on the other hand, made sure to keep Kagome aware of his ever-present need to be around her. His gentle caresses, not-so-gentle gropes, flirtatious brushing of skin and stolen kisses all served to make Kagome blissfully aware of his sweetness.

'Sweet and sour pork'. How odd that that would be the flavour of ramen being served to the men in her life who so embodied the flavour.

As per the trend of the past few days, Inuyasha ate in silence, glaring at Miroku every time he so much as shifted toward Kagome. Because of Inuyasha's surly behaviour, she hadn't had her daily dose of monk-spunk. Kagome hadn't realized how addictive the stuff really was until she had to do without.

Supper eaten, the night falling fast, Kagome clasped Miroku's hand meaningfully before sending a glare to her 'protector'.

“You stay put! If you know what's good for you, you won't interrupt us this time!”

Kagome's threat was met with Inuyasha's stunned nod and Miroku's equally stunned smirk.

Stomping off purposefully, Kagome led her grinning monk by the hand to a quiet clearing, cursing under her breath for forgetting to bring her sleeping bag to lie on. Guess it would be against a tree again...

Kagome whirled on her heel and practically attacked Miroku in her voracity. He was startled, but ultimately thrilled at her energetic assault, taking the opportunity to grasp, grope and caress each and every inch within reach. Unable to wait any longer, Miroku pushed Kagome against a tree (funny, that...) and slipped a hand under her skirt from beneath to remove her panties. Adept fingers headed straight to her clit to begin an electric series of frantic circles.

Moaning into Miroku's mouth, Kagome pulled open his robes, reaching for his growing erection only to find it hard and leaking in readiness. Stroking his shaft while he fingered her passage, Kagome sighed in anticipatory glee.

“Kagome!” Inuyasha sounded frantic as he called out just beyond sight.

These interruptions of his were becoming a nuisance. Frustrated, Kagome yelled the one word that she had been so studious in avoiding as of late.

“Sit!”

Rabid cursing followed the sound of a heavy crash. Sighing in frustration, Kagome kissed Miroku on the nose and closed his robes for him before stomping off toward her incapacitated sourpuss.

“What the hell did I tell you Inuyasha!?” Kagome demanded, arms akimbo as she glared down at the offending inuhanyou.

“Fucking wench...”

All motion froze.

Inuyasha had stood so quickly that his head had come up too fast as he had moved forward... right under Kagome's skirt

Inuyasha's face was nose deep in Kagome's bare crotch.

Kagome was rigid in shock and embarrassment, her face turning redder and redder the longer Inuyasha didn't budge. She could feel his breath as he breathed her scent in deep, calculating breaths.

The distinct feeling of a tongue on her clit set her back into motion. Screaming bloody murder, Kagome yelled a series of staccato 'sit's as she pinwheeled her way back into a confused Miroku, who had missed most of the show.

“Pervert!” Kagome screamed, whirling into the safety of Miroku's arms.

The irony was not lost on the monk.

Only then did Kagome notice the itch on her consciousness.

“Jewel shards,” Kagome gasped. A flickering aura on the edge of her consciousness indicating that the demons who bore the shard were fairly high in power.

So Inuyasha hadn't been trying to interrupt...

Inuyasha stood up, his face red from embarrassment and anger.

“Dammit!” Inuyasha growled. “From the smell of them I'd say we're in for one hell of a fight.”

They were pulling closer fast and Kagome didn't have her bow and arrows. Turning on her heel, Kagome rushed back to camp to grab her weapons, her friends on her tail.

Reaching the camp as the demons came within sight, Kagome focused her embarrassment, sexual frustration, and anger into her holy powers. Before the creatures even had a chance to attack – their auras had been dark and decidedly hostile – they were purified in a mighty display the likes of which Kagome had never seen.

Inuyasha, Tetsusaiga drawn but unused, stared mutely at the sight of his stress reliever going up in purified dust.

Taking their jewel shard, Kagome added it to her almost whole one at her neck. Only a handful more and the jewel would be whole once more.

Inuyasha's disgruntled grunt was overshadowed by the feel of Miroku's hands on her ass.

“Don't wait up, dog-boy,” Kagome called meaningfully over her shoulder as Miroku's hand slipped around the front to fondle her nest of curls. Walking was slightly awkward, but they managed to get far enough away for propriety's sake before the monk had Kagome's knees quaking and further movement became impossible.

Kagome felt a rough hand on her shoulder from behind before it pushed forward. Complying with the order, she bent at the waist, exposing her plump pussy lips and anus to her demanding lover.

“Do you know how hot that was?” Miroku's husky voice teased drops of slickness to drip from her exposed cunt.

Kagome cried out in bliss as Miroku sheathed himself completely in her waiting warmth. Rigid and hard, his length slid easily within her slick channel, enticing her to follow him toward the edge of a bottomless pit of ecstasy.

Crying out Miroku's name as he drove her to completion, Kagome couldn't help but marvel at the sweet feel of her monk inside of her.