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.

A/N: These early chapters do not necessarily 'flow' into each other like the later ones do, due to the fact that these were written for LJ community 'prompts'. They do all fall in the same 'universe' though. Now, back to the story...

Independant Analysis
By Sarga

Miroku watched as Inuyasha ran toward the well with Kagome on his back. This desire he was having for the young priestess was somewhat disturbing. Sure, he had always appreciated her soft curves and womanly assets, but this... fixation was something new. Not even the tempting flesh of fair Sango was enough to quell these base desires and it was worrying him.

He had to leave now before his thoughts became more dangerous. He had to find a distraction...

Mirokus feet followed a path automatically and he was so lost in his own mind that he didn't realize where he was going until he had almost reached the destination. With a growing sense of relief, he found himself to be heading – quite naturally – toward the area where so many of the village's women would bathe. Ah, sweet release!

When he reached the bushes that would conceal him from their delicate eyes, Miroku gladly allowed his predatory gaze to peruse the handful of women who were enjoying quick baths. There seemed to be a bit of hurry today, many barely even touching the warm water before jumping out in a beautiful display of bouncing flesh – much to his hardened cock's happiness. Only one woman remained, and Miroku found himself suddenly losing a bit of that hardness...

huh...?

Looking down at his softening erection in his hand, Miroku felt a twinge of panic. Never had the sight of female flesh not been enough to fuel his needs. Never before had found himself unable to enjoy a good peep-show, least of all when it was Sango who bathed before him!

Unbidden the image of voluminous wavy hair placed itself over the demon slayer's flat locks. Letting his focus blur, he found himself rising once more to the sight of smooth, unmarred flesh. Stroking himself at the image that was – piece by piece – becoming more and more like a certain girl from the future, Miroku gave in to the mental temptation.

No longer appeased by the sight that was physically before him, his mind twisted and turned around the imagined girl. Kagome was below him, above him, sucking, tasting, teasing. His hand morphed into her hand, mouth, ass, cunt and, oh! He couldn't get enough! Shooting a hot, sticky string of cum on the bushes in front of him, Miroku fell forward onto one hand, the power of his orgasm shocking him as he panted silent, shuddering breaths.

Glancing guiltily at Sango in the baths in front of him, Miroku wiped his hand in the grass and straightened up, backing away stealthily to leave only that little white cloud to prove he had been there at all.

Miroku was ashamed of himself. He had never had to imagine anyone before. That it was the priestess was even worse – she was in love with the half-demon after all, he could never compete. Fearing the thought of having to imagine another encounter, Miroku vowed to himself that he would rather do without. Yes, that sounded like a good idea! If he couldn't make do with what he had in front of him, he would wait until it was there. He would wait for Kagome so he could watch her and the way her tight, round ass swayed when she walked next to the half-demon...

oh Kami, he was hard again...

- - - - - - - - - -

Kagome lay on her bed, her cozy blankets nestled around her warmly. She was due to go back tomorrow morning and her thoughts were starting to worry her. For three days she had been unable to focus, not because of the silver-haired half-demon that she normally fantasized about, no, this was because of a certain pervert who had touched her inside without realizing it. She cursed her weakness that thoughts of his physical experience were drawing her attentions away from where they should be - on school, on Inuyasha, on jewel shards, on anything but Miroku!

Her heart beating fast, Kagome finally admitted defeat and trailed her right hand down to slip beneath her pyjama pants. Okay, so she could fantasize about him, get off and then it would go away... so that's what she would do...

She could almost picture the monk behind her, trailing his had down her stomach to meet her pussy lips. Kagome dipped her finger into her waiting pussy, shocked to find she was already wet – something that normally took a few minutes of stimulation to entice – and let Miroku's hand replace her own. Trailing her finger up to her engorged clit, she began a slow sensual pace that had her hips undulating of their own accord. 'Miroku' knew just how to stimulate her and soon the priestess was aching from the pure need that arose. 'Miroku's' hand grasped her breast, pinching the nipple teasingly, like a pervert, and Kagome felt herself drawing nearer to the edge. Knowing something was missing, she let 'Miroku's' other hand slide down her stomach and past 'his' first hand, entering her swiftly and expertly.

“Miroku...” Kagome's voice was a moan, deep and she let the fantasy overwhelm her, pushing her the last inches until she was falling... falling... Warm waves pulsed through her as she felt herself clamp down on her fingers, her juices spurting around her, lubricating her even more.

Spent, she fell back to her sheets, wondering if she would have time to bathe before the half-demon would come to get her.

- - - - - - - - - -

Reaching the feudal era before the half-demon could awaken her (because she didn't think she could live if he walked into the room when she had just done that), Kagome made her way to Kaede's hut without incident.

Finding the members of the hut mostly still sleeping, Kagome was surprised to see Miroku missing. Oddly disappointed – and somewhat distressed that she was feeling disappointment – Kagome turned to head into the village for an early morning walk.

After passing a few of the other sleeping huts, Kagome was startled by a surprised voice.

“Kagome,” Miroku was indeed shocked to see her so early, and alone. Normally she was dragged back by the half-demon.

“Miroku,” Kagome too was surprised, her voice sounding as it normally did – suspicious – despite her unusual... thoughts as of late.

'Yes,' each seeing the normal reaction from the other, the thought was melancholy. 'I will have to do without.'

Two people, the same thought. Too bad neither had spoken aloud...