Happy Birthday

As Miroku deposited the bag's insides Sango felt a shiver run down her spine. There were... toys... lots and lots of toys... She felt a tinge of irritation, that he actually PLANNED on using these. She was too preoccupied thinking of what was to come then to get mad. He glanced up at her to see the look on her face, he liked the erotic smile on her soft lips. "I was hoping... maybe... you know..." he stammered out, unsure of how to ask her if it was okay.

Sango reached out and picked up a wooden paddle, examining it closely, "I think I like this one." She blushed a low shade of pink and bit her lower lip. "Wanna..." she could barely finish her sentence before Miroku had it out of her hands and was waiting for her to bend over.

She positioned herself so her ass was as high up as she could get it without hurting herself and Miroku swung the paddle, lightly to start. Sango yelped out, and Miroku was scared he had hurt her. He looked around to see if she was okay and she had her eyes closed, with a big grin on her face, "Harder... Miroku..." she cooed softly.

He again slapped her ass with the long wooden paddle and she cried out for more. Miroku was never 100% sure that Sango had a fetish for pain. He had always wondered why she hit him so hard... He had also overheard her saying something to Kagome about a spanking fetish and he couldn't say he hadn't peeked at her diary once or twice...

Miroku was, to say the least, turned on. His erection was throbbing, almost painfully, but he knew he was going to have to wait.. he was going to make this the best birthday Sango had ever had. He dropped the paddle and smacked her rear with his bare hand, and gave her bottom a tight squeeze as his hand came in sharp contact with it. Sango moaned softly and dug her fingers into the bed below her. Miroku's hand continued to caress her rear, and she all but minded.

She gasped and reached her handcuffed hands over the back of her head, grabbing Miroku and pulling him some of the way over her shoulder for a hot, passionate kiss. Her tongue begged Miroku's lips for entrance, which was granted immediately. Her tongue roamed through his mouth, she loved how he tasted. Miroku's tongue was equally enjoying itself in Sango'sth. th.

Miroku reached eager hands about Sango's waist and he began to fumble to unbuckle and unzip her pants from behind her. He became too occupied with turning her over so she was fully beneath him and he was almost involuntarily rubbing his cock against her warm body. She moaned and, when under him, began to rub her half-revealed hips upward against him. Miroku smirked and turned away from her to retrieve an item off the bed behind them. "There's a thin line ben pan pain and pleasure, my love. And pain includes teasing... lots and lots of teasing..."

He couldn't help but smile as her eyes became glued to the can of whip cream and chocolate covered strawberries. He placed them to the side of Sango and began to brush his fingertips from below her belly button to below her breasts. Pacing himself, he eventually got to using his palms as opposed to mere fingertips. She was panting and glistening with beads of sweat. A few wild strands of hair were plastered to her moistened face with sweat, Miroku couldn't help but note how hot she looked like that.

He slowly, teasingly, gently pulled her shirt off over her head, though his attempt proved futile as her shirt went no further past her cuffed wrists. He reached into his pants pocket, frustrated, and pulled out a key. He unlocked her and tossed her shirt off into (for all he cared) oblivion. Almost instinctively Sango's hands went to explore Miroku's body, his neck, his chest, his rear, his legs... she was getting her curious little hands in his pants, causing him to groan with pleasure as her fingertips lightly brushed his hard-on. Then she grabbed his dick with her hand rather roughly. "ACK!" Miroku jumped, surprised she was so bold, "Don't squeeze it!" She let go, and quickly began stroking the hard shaft. He was going to allow her to continue, but he caught her wrists and pulled them over her head. "Oh, no you don't! This is YOUR birthday, it's all about you tonight...You naughty girl, I think you deserve another spanking." He winked at her and began cuffing her back up, though this time to the bedpost.

With her shirt out of the way Miroku encountered more damned material, he cursed and began to struggle to undo her bra, "Why do these things have to be so complicated?" He asked frustrated.

Sango squirmed, "If you untied me I could do it myself..."

"Nice try... Ah, got it..." He had it undone but he stopped when he went to reveal her nude breasts to the world. Was this what they wanted? He knew he wanted it, but did she want it? He looked to her and saw that sexy, exotic look, her eyes were screaming at him to make her Birthday a very, very HAPPY one...

He removed her bra and tossed it off to the side, forgotten like her shirt. He gazed at her bare chest... so round... so plump... Sango giggled, the look on his face was priceless. "What?! Haven't you ever seen boobs before, Miroku-sama?"

He became flustered, his cheeks felt hot and he knew his blush was burning evidence of his answer. "Er, well... uh..."

Sango stopped laughing, "Oh, I'm sorry. I really had no idea..."

"Well, I have... just not up close..." He stated defensively, his blush still glowing red.

It was now her turn to become embarrassed, "Are you enjoying your first time?" She blushed, she felt inferior to any other women because she wasn't as pretty as all the other town girls, she didn't grow up under her mother's reign.

Miroku nodded, "I'm enjoying it very much." He eased a hesitant finger toward her exposed, now hard from the cold, nipple and touched it softly. Sango moaned and arched her back as he rubbed small circles around the soft, rosy-colored nub. He brought his other hand into play and began to massage her other breast, kneading and squeezing it experimentally.

Sango writhed beneath him, wanting his hands to set her whole body on fire, but she allowed him to continue his ministrations on her breasts. She closed her eyes and let out soft mumbles and moans as she felt Miroku rub a strawberry across her nipple, the chocolate smearing on her due to it's almost-completely-melted state.

Miroku brought his face down, licking the chocolate off of her. He liked the taste of her better than the chocolate, so he ravished her with his mouth, tasting all he could get his lips on. He suckled and nibbled her br, le, leaving light pink marks surrounding her nipple. She moaned and squirmed under him.

He looked up at her and smiled, he held the half-covered-chocolate strawberry to her lips and she licked some of the chocolate off, then she engulfed it with her lips and sucked on it suggestively. Miroku groaned and slid the strawberry further in her mouth, she could feel his erection rubbing incessantly on her abdomen.

Sango bit the strawberry in half and ate it. After lickier ler lips she said, "Can I request a birthday favor?" The erotic tone of voice sent shivers down Miroku's spine.

"What would you like, my love?"

Her answer was one word, but it was enough. She stated quite simply, "Strip."


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Author Note: Hehehe! Sorry it was kind of a short one. I was going to only make this only two chapters but I figured I would leave y'all in suspense >]