In The Wrong Hands

A/n: Yeah no... there is no claims of ownership of these characters they belong to the genius Rumiko Takahashi and if she ever asked me to remove this story i would! In the meanwhile i apologize for my lack of updating... i think i kind of over did my self with way too many at once but i'll be on the move again so see you all soon!

“Sango...” He watched her body jerk expelling more of juice that was her. His feet led the way as he knelt next to her. “I never knew you...”
“Could make such a mess?” She looked away embarrassed but he feverishly kissed her throat and made his way down her to suck on her breast.
“No mess... a rare talent...” He moaned against her breast. “I know few who do...” His fingers moved to touched her anywhere they could.
“Rare talent indeed…” She scoffed while shivering under the gentle strokes his fingers were burning onto her flesh.
“Its rare…” He kissed in the valley of her breasts while his right hand began to stroke her waist. “I was once told…” He kissed lower against her rib cage. “The story of Aeval… a Goddess of justice who went about making sure women...” Kiss lower. “Were being properly satisfied by their men… every so often…”
“Miroku?” She lifted her head to look at him feeling his lips encircle her naval before giving it an open kiss.
“A woman much too hard on her self..” His gaze met her as he kissed just above her nestle of curls.
“Miroku, don’t put your mouth!!!” The flush on her face deepened as she felt the fingers of his dangerous hand open her lower lips.
“…And much too hard on her sexual appetites receives a gift…” His gaze flickered lower to look at the place he’d long since fantasized about. He licked his lips then looked back at her with his eyes aglow with lust as he looked back as her juices that flooded out of the open hole.
“M-Miroku….” She caught his gaze. “Not there…”
“A gift of pleasure so intense it can’t be kept inside…” He paused and his gaze went from the tender lust she was accustomed to seeing, when he was flirting nonstop, to one most suitable for a demon looking for prey. “And I want it.” She watched his mouth lower and he took his first sip of a wine much more potent than he expected. She gasped making her legs twitch about him.
“Mir….” His name vanished on her lips as his relentless tongue. Her flesh was hot and the heat was melting to one specific point. The breeze that picked up and tickled her bare flesh… the lack of chill had similar effects like in the water. He was devouring her and gave no sign of stopping… and still.. “It… its not enough…. I want more… I want…” The words froze on her tongue as they were so… not her, but still… “I want…” Again they froze.
“You want…?” The monk spoke up in a tone that gave her shivers. It wasn’t his usual manly tone… no this one was courser with want, no, need as his tongue flicked out running up to her engorged clit.
“I want….you.” She practically sobbed out almost afraid of how much her body was truly betraying her usual self. But she couldn’t deny herself further, hadn’t she fantasized about him while she spent her time in the water, no not just then but numerous times her mind played a romantic image of lovers entwined in a romantic embrace-
“No.” He looked at her in all seriousness as he withdrew his hand. “Sango, my love…” He purred. “I have wanted this…” He slid a finger of his clothed hand up her slit capturing a bit of her arousal then proceeded to lick the digit clean. With a visible shudder he repeated the movement. “I just knew you would be delicious.” He murmured before sliding the digit in side. “But its like I said…. I want it.” There go that preying gaze again.
“Miroku!” She gasped as the finger retracted coming back with a second. Her eyes danced with flecks of white as she closed them feeling him change position for better movement. “He really is relentless.” Her mind reasoned while her voice called out into the night. Two digits inside pounding in an out of her faster and faster with no sense of gentleness. With each slam inside it felt like he was hitting a pleasure center in the back.
“Tell me you like it.” His tone dripping with desire growled at her these words.
“I …” She panted before finding he was back to kissing her breast, with his mouth sticky with her essence. His fingers pumping in and out of her while she did little more than buck against the clothed hand almost certain the purple material would be more black as he continued. “I….” She gasped slowly peeking her eyes to look at him pleadingly. “I’m…” and he smiled.
“Will you do it for me, Sango?” He whispered in her ear. Her answer being her moans that squeaked out of her as she desperately rubbed against his fingers.
“I… I feel it! Oh kami… I’m gonna die!!!!” Where such an absurd claim came from baffled her as he removed his fingers rubbing her clit roughly. She her him chuckle as his tongue slipped back into her folds almost at once her body trying to suck the invader in. “I’m gonna DIE!!!!” Her hands shot out to smother him against her apex. “MIROKU!” She screamed into the night as her body convulsed violently with her orgasm ripping through her making her forget her shame of her “talent”.
Not expecting such a flood some traveled up his nose before sense told him to open his mouth gaining mouthfuls of her desire. Seemingly with each internal clench her body gave to him an offering of her lust. In spurts she came all over him dousing his face as what he couldn’t gather dribbled down his chin, and with each spurt she gave a respective groan. It seemed to Sango ages before she came down her high and her body slowly went slack.
“Oh…” She finally laid still heaving in deep gasps of air. “Miroku…?” With some effort she propped herself on her elbows to see him bring himself to sit on his heels. The front of his robes darkened with her gift as was his chin shining and his gaze blank and staring into the distance. “Miroku…”
“I won’t be able to hold back…” He was trembling slightly. It all had been more erotic than he had ever dreamed it to be. “…too much more.” She noticed his left hand squeezing himself slightly… easing the impending pain of his erection.
“Then don’t…” She whispered watching his fingers move to undo the robe enough to let his erection stand proud and free.
“I promise, next time will last much, much longer.”
“Huh?”
She watched him kneel before her pressing her legs open her eyes still trained on the erection that stared back at her in an angry purple… so angry tears were pouring from the tip and slipping all the way down one side giving a dull shine to one prominent vein. Almost with demon speed he was above her and placing her legs on either side of him and he placed himself at her entrance, visibly shuddering as her rubbed against her.
Biting his lower lip as he slowly entered the female, not surprised at the missing hymen (perhaps it lost in a rush on Kirara’s back, or a kick did it), and slid himself inside of her warmth that only clenched about him. He closed his eyes reveling in the feeling. Grabbing her hips he leaned in and kissed her as he begun to move.
“This… is what I wanted…” She whispered looking up at his face. Wisps of his hair had escaped his pigtail when she was not to gentle with his head only a moment ago. “This… is what I need…” She groaned as he moved faster leaving her flesh to feel as if the flame that had begun in her bath intensified unbeknownst to her that the burning was the spell she’s been under was burning away with each erratic thrust of the monk. His pace was fast and relentless…like his tongue. And, stranger than the flame within her flesh she felt her orgasm making its way back to the top much faster.
Miroku wasn’t sure how long he could ward off his peak, but he was determined to make it as pleasurable for her as possible, so that she will return to him again and again. Having watched her flood the first time was enough but to be there face first was so erotic he was ready to just fist himself off, but why pass up a chance to slip inside of the woman… So he tried thinking of ways to slow himself down and speed her up, but if she kept moaning like that…
“Harder…” She whispered digging her fingers into his back as he continued. “More… more… baby I’m gonna release all over you.” The monk’s eyes snapped open as he looked at her.
“Who knew you had knowledge of such language…”
“Shut and…and…FUCK me...” She bucked up against Miroku’s thrusts and he sunk his teeth into her lower lip.
“Say it again…” He was thrusting into her harder and harder making her breasts jump brushing his still robed chest, now silently wishing he’d stripped for her. Her moans were jumping in pitches higher and higher.
“FUCK ME! FUCK ME HARDER! I’M ALMOST THERE…” He watched her face in astonishment… usually after such an intense orgasm like the one she had it would be more work but… “RIGHT THERE! LIKE. THAT! MORE! MORE.” Her clenching had intensified around him.
“Sango…” He shuddered just imagining her flood all over his sex… a thought not too far off with the throbbing she was giving.
“Right…RIGHT NOW Ah…. “ Again her body danced for him, her back immediately arching into him and he pulled out feeling his lower robes get wet in her release coating his sex in a stream of all that is Sango. And sight along made the monk bring his left hand around him in one slow movement from sensitive tip to the base and his seed erupted from him and hit her thigh then dribbled to the earth beneath then.
“Ahh….” He couldn’t help the grunt that followed as he watched what was left trickle out of her.
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“Sango….” He whispered after sometime… when the high wore off and the breathing returned to normal.
“Don’t. Say. Anything.” She whispered finally moving as her flames diminished.
“Sango…”
“I said don’t say anything.” she grasped her towel that she hadn’t even noticed had been quickly discarded.
“That was the most beautiful time in my life ever.” She watched his cheeks rise in his smiling. She looked at him further and tears welled up in her eyes.
“I’m sure you say that all the time!” She pushed herself up off the ground with some difficulty aware that she would be sore at a later time.
“What? Sango?” He sat up looking at her form that was quickly retreating and he cursed his legs that refused to work in that moment.