A Curse of Lust

Sango laughed as Miroku's fingers grazed her obi, nearly succeeding in capturing her but she evaded swiftly by dodging and pulling them free as she sprinted through the trees. She was running through a field of tall grass and beginning to run out of breath when she glanced over her shoulder to see him gaining on her fast, his face set in determination.

She shrieked and took off faster, her heart pounding as his arms snaked around her waist. He stopped and she was stumbled off course by her own momentum. In his effort to steady her, they both ended up crashing to the ground.

"Are you ok?" he breathed, out of breath as she nodded. His eyes were wide as they slid up and down her form, worshiping her in awe. She felt his rigid arousal against her thigh and moaned, mortifying herself at her reaction. Her back arced in a wave of pleasure as her body unconsciously called to him. She watched his beaded hand reach out to tenderly stroke her breast over the fabric of her slayer gear and moaned at the sensation of his hands on her body.

She heard his staff immediately clatter to the ground and she was suddenly on her back in the tall grass with him above her, hands supporting him on each side of her head as her body was surrounded by the dark blue material of his monk robe.

"Sango, my love," he whispered against her ear. She lifted her hands to rest on his arms, feeling apart of herself tighten with anticipation and surprise at the large, muscled biceps she found hiding beneath the billowing fabric.

"Ahh, Miroku," she moaned as her nipples hardened painfully. Another wave of pleasure made her back arc again, only this time she felt her sex impact with the thick, hard shaft of his manhood. She cried out as the need overtook her, trembling as his fingers pulled at the buttons on her gear, freeing her breasts. His hands roamed over the large mounds tenderly at first but then firmly. As his mouth teased one nipple, his other hand began to slowly slide down the expanse of her belly. It narrowly avoided her sex, veering down her right leg and slowly moving back up suggestively, making her shiver, before sliding back across her belly, dipping and then sliding down the left leg until she was panting against him.

Sango felt her skin begin to sweat as the heat of her core became unbearable. She needed to be taken, never had she felt such passion before in her life. Her body truly felt as if it would die of ache and need if he pulled his hands away now and she licked her lips in preparation as she thought about just how well Miroku would see to this new 'need' of her's.

"Yes, take care of me, Miroku," she muttered passionately. "Take it, take me," she cried, thrusting against him. He moaned against her breast, his hot breath ghosting across the wet, sensitive skin. She felt his hands grip her hips as he ground into her suggestively and that was all it took before they were both ripping at the ties to her gear, ripping off the pants and flinging them into the grass. His robes met a similar fate as they both tumbled together, naked in each other's arms.