In The Heat of the Night

Part 1- forbidden fruits

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Sango stood in the courtyard of the monastery, her plain kimono signifying that she was one of the

disciples of Buddha. Slowly she made her way inside the temple. Her long hair was tightly interwoven atop

her head. It was fortunate that she had been allowed to keep her hair and not shave it as was the custom.

She bowed respectfully to her fellow worshipers, and to those higher up, and readied herself for her conference with her Sensei Tacunu, Miroku.

She hated the times she had to see him, his eyes always pierced her soul making her think in ways one should not. He was a threat to her. His most innocent actions seemed make her tingle and ache in ways thoroughly improper. His idle touches when greeting her or assisting in some small task, made her wonder what those hands would feel like on other parts of her. Many times she had replayed in her mind the image of his taut well formed muscles glisting with sweat while practicing in the wee hours of the morning. Sometimes she would spot him

bathing in the nearby spring. The way the water caressed the flat plains of his stomach and his sculptured biceps and shoulders made her breathless. His hair plastered to his neck curving around his adam's apple, and the way his loincloth stuck to his toned upper thighs and buttocks, left little to the imagination, and oh did she imagine.


Now, she was on her way to his private chambers held all the way across a courtyard seperating him from

the rest of the temple. There, very few would be able to hear her cries of passion, andabandonment.


She silently scolded herself for thinking of her Sensei in such an improper way and reminded herself of her reason for going there. Her Sensei had requested that she meet with him to speak about

very important matters of the utmost discretion. This was not the time for her to become distracted.


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Entering his quarters, she waited in the little sitting area used for his conferences. It was connected to his sleeping quarters but there was little else in this place Miroku called home.

She had arrived early and was waiting for him to finish changing when her curiosity reared its ugly head. Unable to resist,she quietly shuffled to the cloth screen used to separate the rooms and peeked through.


Her eyes locked onto his muscles as he wiped the sweat off his chest.


Suddenly, he turned towards her confusion etched clearly across his features.


Instead of turning away, she entered slowly.


"Sango?"


Taking the cloth away from him, she started to wipe off his back.


"Let me help you" she said softly.


Walking around to his front she repeated the actions, neither made a sound, except for the slosh

of water when she rinsed the cloth in the basin.

When her hand reached for the hem of his pants, his fingers wrapped around hers.

Only then did she look into his eyes. What she saw there surprised her. She saw the same emotions, the same heat that flared in her veins every time she thought of him.

Everytime she looked at him...


Before she could react, his other hand snaked around her petite form and drew roughly her to his hard body.


Shocked, she gasped and he used the opportunity to capture her mouth, and plunge his tongue inside.


Slowly he released her soft lips so she could catch her breath. He began to plant kisses all along her neck and collarbone while

manuvering her towards his futon.


"Is this what you want Sango? Is this what you want from me?"


He asked huskily as he pushed her down onto the bed spread, his hands caressing her breasts through her kimono.


"Do you want me, Sango? Tell me you want me to

touch you Sango"


"Yes! Yes! I...Oh yes please!" she gasped struggling

to sit up.


Miroku made a soft sound, and gently held her down.

He straddled her waist and began to remove her clothes. He shifted his body back down to hers, and kissed and nipped a path towards her bound breasts.
He teased her nipples through the bindings, they hardened and rubbed torturously against the cloth. Her hands gripped his unbound hair as he continued his assault. Slowly he ran his other hand down the flat plane of her stomach to the nestle in the dark curls there. Gently, he began to stoke her.


Sango's heart raced, her body shuddering at the overflow of sensation Miroku was causing her.


"Do you like what I'm doing to you Sango? Tell me...

Tell your master if he's pleasing you."


She gasped and moaned his name as he slipped two fingers inside her and started to pump them in and out at a torturously slow pace.


"Tell me!"

He ordered as he nipped at one of her hardened peaks.


" Yes! Just touch me! Please my master..."


Her hips bucked, her body writhing frantically against his fingers,silently pleading with him to go faster.


Sitting up he stopped. His fingers still inside her, he looked down into her eyes.


"Take it off" he said. She immediately understood and sat up. The movement caused her to rub against his fingers and elicit a moan from her throat. He only smiled and watched as she undid her bindings.


As soon as the cloth fell, his mouth clamped down on to one of her ample breasts forcing her back down.


He started to move his fingers again, faster than before. He felt her inner walls shudder around his fingers, and began to massage her clit with his thumb.
Sango cried out as she felt the first waves start to wash over her.


After being satisfied that he had paid proper attention to one breast, he moved to the other

nibbling the tender nub before suckling her.

He stopped again and removed his fingers from her.

Quickly discarding his pants, he settled himself back between her soft thighs.

Running his hands over her creamy flesh, he adjusted her so that he was pressed fully against her entrance. Prodding her lower lips he entered her only just past the tip. Teasing her and allowing her to adjust slowly, he grinned...


He was only teasing her, she was an innocent, and he knew it was best to take her slowly. He grinned when

her legs wrapped around him bringing more of him in her. Maybe not *too* slowly...


"Tell me, tell me what you want me to do...Do you want me inside you? Do you want me to put this inside

you Sango?"

"Yess!" She hissed. "Please, master, please come

inside me! Please don't tease me master!" Her cheeks flushed, but she continued. "I want you master, please take me take my Sensei"

That was all he needed to hear. With a groan, he pushed himself inside her tight passage to the hilt

and waited for her to adjust to him. She gasped and pressed closer. Slowly he began to rock inside her.

He heard her moan, and felt her nails graze his back.

"Oh...So good Sango...You feel so good, so tight"

"Yes master, give me more! Faster! Harder!"

He complied with her requests bringing her arms up and over his shoulders to give him better access.

He slid his hand down to her clit and massaged it.

She shuddered at the sensation of him teasing such a sensitive spot as he continued to thrust into her warmth.

Miroku felt her climax coming and muffled her screams with his lips. He continued to pump into her pulsating sheath as it clamped down on his cock

sending him over the edge. She held on tightly,milking him dry. They continued to rock against each other during the after shocks of their pleasure.

Miroku gently kissed her neck and then her lips before reluctantly pulling out of her.

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Quietly the pair dressed and headed out of the room.

"I think we should have our talk later" he said as she reached the door.

"Yes, I think I'd better go now before they start to wonder why I was gone so long." She mumbled,

still dazed by what had happened.


"Right"

She turned to leave, and felt his hand brush against

her behind. Without a pause, she turned

#Smack#

"Hentai!"

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And so, we leave Sango to look in on our next troubled sleeper


A/N Want to know who the next one is? Of course! Now

here's what you have to do: R&R. That's right that's

all you have to do… till next time minnas