Binding Souls
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InuYasha › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
1,942
Reviews:
13
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Part 2
^_^ Sorry it took so long. Here's the next part of Binding Souls. PS - Thanks to the reviewers kind words! You have no idea how happy I am you like my story so far! ^_^
Title: Binding Souls
Author: Christy
Archive: http://snowy.web1000.com/index.htm
Status: On Going
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Part 2
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Miroku rolled over on his bed roll and winced in pain. All of his muscles ached. They had found the shard Kagome had sensed three days ago, but unfortunately, a demon had had it imbedded in its forehead, making it very difficult to get to. And it hadn’t helped much that Miroku had been distracted.
Ever since his meeting with the mysterious demoness, (and yes, after hea head had cleared, the realization that she was a demon became abundantly clear) he hadn’t been able to keep his mind on his tasks. So, of course, fighting a demon with a jewel shard had been near impossible Wit With Inuyasha, Sango and him working together, they managed to destroy the demon, and get the shard. Miroku had been the only one injured, but it had been his own fault, so he hadn’t mentioned it to the others.
But he couldn’t manage to get comfortable. It felt like he had pulled every muscle in his body. There was no help for it, he needed to soak in the spring and risk meeting the bewitching woman that seemed to be torturing his every thought.
Miroku stood up, and breathed. The pain in his chest suggested that he had bruised ribs, but that was only another reason to soak himself in the spring. As he moved soundlessly through the trees to the spring, he offered a silent prayer to Buddha that he would be left in peace. He didn’t want the temptation that the demoness offered, nor did he want any of the others strolling up and see his bandaged body.
As soon as Miroku reached the water’s edge, he looked around an listened for anything unusual. After a few moments, he assured himself that no one else was there and he stripped off his robes. After he shed all of his clothing, he began unwinding the bandages around his chest and arms. The wounds weren’t serious, but the pressure of the wrappings seemed to ease the pain as well as stop the bleeding.
After the bindings were off, Miroku moved into the water and leaned against a large boulder that was half submerged in the water. The stiff soreness in his body was already fading. Thank God.
But the bliss didn’t last long. Miroku could feel that he was being watched. Opening his eyes, he straightened up and looked around. He had a sinking feeling that he knew who it was. He looked closely around at his surroundings but he could see no one, but he could sense that someone was watching him.
Regretfully, Miroku moved toward the shore, where his robes and fresh bandages were waiting. As much as he wanted to stay, Miroku wasn’t up to a confrontation with anyone at the moment. But as he picked up the clean bindings he heard someone step out of the trees right in front of him. Miroku looked up and nearly groaned. He had been right. It was that woman.
Eira looked at Miroku kneeling down in front of her. “What in the world happened to you, my love?” She kneeled down in front of him and ran a hand over his wounded arm. A large gash down the entire length of his left arm was a deep scarlet. It wasn’t very deep, but it was still oozing blood. Her eyes moved across his chest, which was black and blue, as if a very heavy object had slammed into him.
Miroku shivered at the touch of her hand. He moved his robe to cover himself, hoping she hadn’t noticed the effect she was having on him. “It’s nothing.” His voice sounded hoarse.
“Allow me to heal you. If I’m not mistaken, this is my fault.” Eira moved her hand under Miroku’s chin and lifted it so his eyes looked at her. “I apologize.”
Miroku swallowed, but no moisture was in his mouth. “It’s not... I mean... It was my...” Miroku stopped trying to form a coherent sentence. Too many things were going through is mind and at the same time he couldn’t think of what he should say.
Eira ignored his stammering. She knew it was her fault. She should have known better than to approach the monk when he had been so close to finding the jewel shard they had been tracking. She placed her hand over his arm and concentrated her life energy into it. When she removed her hand the long gash was gone, leaving behind a faded white scar. She then placed her hands over his chest. She heard him gasp and felt him shudder under her fingers but ignored it. When she lowered her hands away from him, the bruising was gone.
All the pain in Miroku’s body was gone. Whatever she had done to heal him had worked miraculously well. He looked up into the face of the beauty that had been on his mind for the past twenty-four hours. “Thank you.”
Eira smiled. He was so handsome. More so than he knew. “You are welcome. But I have come here to offer you myself again. Will you accept me?”
Miroku stared. Not again. His hands reached out for her, but he stopped himself just short of touching her. “Why do you want me?”
“Because you have a beautiful spirit. And I wto tto touch it. I want you to lay with me, Miroku, and pleasure me. I want to give you pleasure as well. Please, my love, do not deny me.”
It took all of Miroku’s willpower not to grab her and take her. His manhood throbbed with the thought of making such a beautiful woman his. Her words hit him at the core of his being. Why not?
“I’m sorry... Please don’t be angry, but I promised myself a long time ago I wouldn’t... couldn’t be with a woman... for just meaningless sex...” Miroku sighed. It had taken all of his will to say those words. ‘Please don’t tempt me any more.’ he silently begged. ‘I won’t be able to resist if you do.’
Eira sat there for a moment. Miroku looked so helpless sitting in front of her, nude except for his robes laying over his lap, and the glove over his right hand. She knew that if she pressed him, he would be hers that night, but, after a moment’s thought, she decided to do this his way. She stood up.
“Miroku, my love, I will see you again. I will continue to come back to you until you feel comfortable with me. I will not offer myself to you again, but know that my invitation to you will always be open.” A slight smile crossed her lips. “Sleep well, my love.” With that, she turned and walked back into the woods.
Miroku sat there for a moment, breathing in the heavy scent of her on the air. Relief flooded his body, but so did frustration. Even though he was glad she hadn’t pressed him, Miroku had wanted her to. Good lord, HOW did she have this effect on him? Sighing, he stood up. He slipped his robes back on and headed back to the small campsite. He cursed his weak mindedness and vowed that he would purify himself tomorrow, and damn Inuyasha if he thought to complain about it.
~*~*~
Eira moved along the treetops, following Miroku back to the campsite. She loved watching him in his most relaxed state. As Miroku settled down to sleep for the night, Eira looked at his companion tun turn. There was the little fox demon that was not yet strong enough to survive on his own and that gave the others a sense of protectiveness towards the young one. She smiled. He was a darling little child.
Her head turned toward the demon slayer. This one was the one Miroku was so fond of. Even though Miroku played the lecher, it had become clear to Eira he was far from being a lecherous man. She could sense a deep undercurrent of feeling for the young slayer. Did he love her? She would have to find out when she visited Miroku again.
Eira lookedthe the dog demon. She could see his lonely heart. Being so isolated, Inuyasha’s heart had cried out to her, but she had chosen Miroku instead because of the human factor. Demons, even half demons, were difficult to seduce. Although Miroku was proving a challenge, too. Eira’s eyes wandered over to Kagome.
Even though Kagome didn’t know it, and it was obvious that Miroku and Sango, being humans that didn’t understand demon claims, and Shippou, who was too young to understand, Inuyasha had marked her his. Eira smiled. She was a beautiful, feisty young woman with a big heart and a good soul. She would make a good bitch for Inuyasha. Perhaps she would heal his wounded soul. She could only hope for the best for them.
Her eyes traveled back to Miroku. His body was relaxed, and his breathing was even. But the lines of pain still marred his face. Not physical pain, but the pain of a tortured soul. “Don’t worry, my love, I will release you from that pain soon.”
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Hope you liked it and I promise to get the next part out soon!
Title: Binding Souls
Author: Christy
Archive: http://snowy.web1000.com/index.htm
Status: On Going
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Part 2
~*~*~
Miroku rolled over on his bed roll and winced in pain. All of his muscles ached. They had found the shard Kagome had sensed three days ago, but unfortunately, a demon had had it imbedded in its forehead, making it very difficult to get to. And it hadn’t helped much that Miroku had been distracted.
Ever since his meeting with the mysterious demoness, (and yes, after hea head had cleared, the realization that she was a demon became abundantly clear) he hadn’t been able to keep his mind on his tasks. So, of course, fighting a demon with a jewel shard had been near impossible Wit With Inuyasha, Sango and him working together, they managed to destroy the demon, and get the shard. Miroku had been the only one injured, but it had been his own fault, so he hadn’t mentioned it to the others.
But he couldn’t manage to get comfortable. It felt like he had pulled every muscle in his body. There was no help for it, he needed to soak in the spring and risk meeting the bewitching woman that seemed to be torturing his every thought.
Miroku stood up, and breathed. The pain in his chest suggested that he had bruised ribs, but that was only another reason to soak himself in the spring. As he moved soundlessly through the trees to the spring, he offered a silent prayer to Buddha that he would be left in peace. He didn’t want the temptation that the demoness offered, nor did he want any of the others strolling up and see his bandaged body.
As soon as Miroku reached the water’s edge, he looked around an listened for anything unusual. After a few moments, he assured himself that no one else was there and he stripped off his robes. After he shed all of his clothing, he began unwinding the bandages around his chest and arms. The wounds weren’t serious, but the pressure of the wrappings seemed to ease the pain as well as stop the bleeding.
After the bindings were off, Miroku moved into the water and leaned against a large boulder that was half submerged in the water. The stiff soreness in his body was already fading. Thank God.
But the bliss didn’t last long. Miroku could feel that he was being watched. Opening his eyes, he straightened up and looked around. He had a sinking feeling that he knew who it was. He looked closely around at his surroundings but he could see no one, but he could sense that someone was watching him.
Regretfully, Miroku moved toward the shore, where his robes and fresh bandages were waiting. As much as he wanted to stay, Miroku wasn’t up to a confrontation with anyone at the moment. But as he picked up the clean bindings he heard someone step out of the trees right in front of him. Miroku looked up and nearly groaned. He had been right. It was that woman.
Eira looked at Miroku kneeling down in front of her. “What in the world happened to you, my love?” She kneeled down in front of him and ran a hand over his wounded arm. A large gash down the entire length of his left arm was a deep scarlet. It wasn’t very deep, but it was still oozing blood. Her eyes moved across his chest, which was black and blue, as if a very heavy object had slammed into him.
Miroku shivered at the touch of her hand. He moved his robe to cover himself, hoping she hadn’t noticed the effect she was having on him. “It’s nothing.” His voice sounded hoarse.
“Allow me to heal you. If I’m not mistaken, this is my fault.” Eira moved her hand under Miroku’s chin and lifted it so his eyes looked at her. “I apologize.”
Miroku swallowed, but no moisture was in his mouth. “It’s not... I mean... It was my...” Miroku stopped trying to form a coherent sentence. Too many things were going through is mind and at the same time he couldn’t think of what he should say.
Eira ignored his stammering. She knew it was her fault. She should have known better than to approach the monk when he had been so close to finding the jewel shard they had been tracking. She placed her hand over his arm and concentrated her life energy into it. When she removed her hand the long gash was gone, leaving behind a faded white scar. She then placed her hands over his chest. She heard him gasp and felt him shudder under her fingers but ignored it. When she lowered her hands away from him, the bruising was gone.
All the pain in Miroku’s body was gone. Whatever she had done to heal him had worked miraculously well. He looked up into the face of the beauty that had been on his mind for the past twenty-four hours. “Thank you.”
Eira smiled. He was so handsome. More so than he knew. “You are welcome. But I have come here to offer you myself again. Will you accept me?”
Miroku stared. Not again. His hands reached out for her, but he stopped himself just short of touching her. “Why do you want me?”
“Because you have a beautiful spirit. And I wto tto touch it. I want you to lay with me, Miroku, and pleasure me. I want to give you pleasure as well. Please, my love, do not deny me.”
It took all of Miroku’s willpower not to grab her and take her. His manhood throbbed with the thought of making such a beautiful woman his. Her words hit him at the core of his being. Why not?
“I’m sorry... Please don’t be angry, but I promised myself a long time ago I wouldn’t... couldn’t be with a woman... for just meaningless sex...” Miroku sighed. It had taken all of his will to say those words. ‘Please don’t tempt me any more.’ he silently begged. ‘I won’t be able to resist if you do.’
Eira sat there for a moment. Miroku looked so helpless sitting in front of her, nude except for his robes laying over his lap, and the glove over his right hand. She knew that if she pressed him, he would be hers that night, but, after a moment’s thought, she decided to do this his way. She stood up.
“Miroku, my love, I will see you again. I will continue to come back to you until you feel comfortable with me. I will not offer myself to you again, but know that my invitation to you will always be open.” A slight smile crossed her lips. “Sleep well, my love.” With that, she turned and walked back into the woods.
Miroku sat there for a moment, breathing in the heavy scent of her on the air. Relief flooded his body, but so did frustration. Even though he was glad she hadn’t pressed him, Miroku had wanted her to. Good lord, HOW did she have this effect on him? Sighing, he stood up. He slipped his robes back on and headed back to the small campsite. He cursed his weak mindedness and vowed that he would purify himself tomorrow, and damn Inuyasha if he thought to complain about it.
~*~*~
Eira moved along the treetops, following Miroku back to the campsite. She loved watching him in his most relaxed state. As Miroku settled down to sleep for the night, Eira looked at his companion tun turn. There was the little fox demon that was not yet strong enough to survive on his own and that gave the others a sense of protectiveness towards the young one. She smiled. He was a darling little child.
Her head turned toward the demon slayer. This one was the one Miroku was so fond of. Even though Miroku played the lecher, it had become clear to Eira he was far from being a lecherous man. She could sense a deep undercurrent of feeling for the young slayer. Did he love her? She would have to find out when she visited Miroku again.
Eira lookedthe the dog demon. She could see his lonely heart. Being so isolated, Inuyasha’s heart had cried out to her, but she had chosen Miroku instead because of the human factor. Demons, even half demons, were difficult to seduce. Although Miroku was proving a challenge, too. Eira’s eyes wandered over to Kagome.
Even though Kagome didn’t know it, and it was obvious that Miroku and Sango, being humans that didn’t understand demon claims, and Shippou, who was too young to understand, Inuyasha had marked her his. Eira smiled. She was a beautiful, feisty young woman with a big heart and a good soul. She would make a good bitch for Inuyasha. Perhaps she would heal his wounded soul. She could only hope for the best for them.
Her eyes traveled back to Miroku. His body was relaxed, and his breathing was even. But the lines of pain still marred his face. Not physical pain, but the pain of a tortured soul. “Don’t worry, my love, I will release you from that pain soon.”
~*~*~
Hope you liked it and I promise to get the next part out soon!