Across the Ages

The next two chapters occur at the same time. The same night as the last chapter. Makes it more interesting

this way.

Chapter Thirty Nine

Miroku sat on the bed waiting. He had no idea what was in that little innocent looking box. He'd seen

the covert gazes between Kagome and Sango and it only made him more curious. Sango did seem to be taking her

sweet time returning from the bath.

He'd been suspicious when she told him bluntly that she would be bathing alone tonight. He'd wracked

his brain to try and determine what he might have possibly done to incur her wrath. Nothing came to mind, but

she'd leaned over and lightly kissed his cheek. "It's a surprise houshi" she murmured.

So here he was, waiting, unsure of what to expect. On the other side of the bathing chamber door, Sango

opened the box. Her eyes grew wide at what she saw. Bright magenta satin, sheer swirls of some sheer material.

What was this? She lifted it carefully, examining it carefully. How was she supposed to put this on.

A few desperate minutes later, she had figured it out, Slipping the little dress over her head, and

tying the many little bows at the front. her breasts were covered at least, though just barely. The underwear

were unlike anything she'd ever seen. She liked modern underwear, but these were very different. Shrugging she

pulled them on, the scrap of silk vanished between her cheeks. At the top of the crease was a small flashing

jeweled flower. Oh yes, the perverted monk would love these.

The door opened and she stood outlined in the soft light. Miroku's violet eyes snapped wide at the

tempting vision before him. His mouth was suddenly very dry as she approached the bed on light feet. "This,"

she purred to him, "Is your gift. To do whatever you want with". Her words sent the wave of lust plummeting to

his groin, the sheet tented as a result.

She saw his reaction and smiled. She moved closer and then turned her back on him, reaching into the

beside drawer. The wink of semi hidden jewels caught his eye. Sango had grabbed the flavored oil that Ayeka had

given her earlier. She stiffened slightly when she felt large warm hands curve over her backside.

She smiled to herself, leave it to him to be predictable. Miroku was fascinated by the clothing that

she wore that left few parts of her protected from his eyes. When she relaxed under his hands he sighed

happily. Stroking his hands over the firm globes, squeezing lightly.

A small soft moan escaped her and he leaned forward to press a kiss to her shoulder, as his hands

ghosted further down to gather the short material and lifted it so that he could clearly see the sparkle

beneath. The little pink flower glittered back at him.

His breath came in small pants of excitement. "You are truly beautiful Sango" he breathed as he lowered

his lips to press between her shoulder blades. She felt waves of warmth roll over her at his gentle touches.

When he knelt behind her, running his fingers across her bottom, she held her breath.

Miroku dropped wet kisses on the pert cheeks, his hands massaging them. She'd always known of his

fetish for the female posterior, however she wasn't aware that it went so far as nearing body worship. Not that

she was complaining as he nipped kisses over the tender flesh.

He breathed over the heated skin, watching the tiny bumps raise in response. He rose slowly, covering

her flesh with warming kisses. She arched back against him, her breathing growing more eradic. His hands moved

around her waist, higher, cupping the satin covered breasts he desired so much.

She bit back a soft cry, and he stood. Moving around her body, he pulled her against his bare chest,

his lips closing over hers, hers opening beneath his. She wrapped her arms around his neck, toying with the

hair at his nape as his tongue warred against hers.

Miroku groaned in need as he reached the tiny bows, tugging them open and parting material, then

slipped the remainder over her head. His hands palming and caressing as he worked. He pulled his lips away and

latched onto her throat, suckling against the tender flesh there. He eyed the dark red mark with great

satisfaction.

His cursed hand roved over her stomach, and teased her through the brilliant silk. Her answering

dampness making him painfully hard. Sango's body carried the soft flush of arousal. The sweet soft scent of

fruits and musk lifting to his nose. He walked her backwards to the bed and pushed her to sit on the side.

She sat on the soft silken sheet as he knelt before her, laving loving kisses across the pert peaks,

and rolled the hardened nubs between his thumbs and forefingers. She strained against him, murmuring soft

encouragements and breathless endearments to him.

She pushed him away to meet his confused gaze. She lifted her hand to him and he eyed the small bottle

with open curiosity. She smiled up at him as she uncorked the top and ran her finger across the opening. She

brought it to his nose.

Miroku sniffed lightly, taking the soothing scent of mint. He arched a dark brow and smiled, "What do

you have planned for that?" he asked. She said nothing but poured a small amount into her palm, and then she

reached out and stroked his erection with it.

Miroku felt it heat against his flesh and then the cooling tingle followed after. He gasped at it, even

as she knelt before him, blowing across the tip just like Ayeka had said she should. He closed his eyes in

contentment and then moaned when she wrapped her lips around him.

Sango worked him harder as he asked and moaned every now and then. His pleasure was washing over him,

and he held her head tightly to him. "Oh... Sango... I...can't" he panted. She knew what he wanted. It was a

strange thing for him. He liked her to use her mouth on him, but he never wanted her to finish him. Preferring

to cast his seeds within her body.

He lifted her up and snatched the bottle from her, setting it aside. A small amount trickled over his

fingers and he made sure to brush it over her nipples and then plunged his hand into the waistband of her

underwear, spreading the tingling liquid over her.

He chuckled at her impassioned pleas. He pushed her gently back onto the bed, pressing hot wet kisses

to her toned stomach, dipping his tongue into her navel. She sucked in a harsh breath, clutching the linens.

His mouth moved to her inner thighs as his hands stroked over her calves.


Sango let her eyes close and her lips fall open in a nearly silent cry. His mouth worked At the edge of

the silk, a teasing torment to her senses. The damp silk sliding over her, the slightly wet swirl of his

tongue. She shivered beneath him, "Miroku.. oh please" she gasped.

The monk grinned wickedly against her and flipped her over pulling her back to her feet, leaning over

the bed. He carefully slid the bright undergarment from her body and motioned her to step out of them. "These I

think I'll keep these" he told her.

He took in her trembling legs and arms and leaned closer to her to breathe in her ear. "Now do try to

stay up Sango". She had no other warning of his actions until he was once again kissing her backside, and then

with a strong hand he pushed her to lean farther forward on the bed.

Sango's knees bearly buckled when his tongue found her wet heat. This was a whole new angle for her and

she cried out as he explored her folds with deliberate strokes. Her legs shook badly now and it was sheer will

alone that kept her somewhat upright.

Miroku used his hands to spread to her cheeks apart, delving his tongue deeper into her core. When he

drew back and trailed a wet tongue down the crease of her backside and over her entrance she jolted. He merely

blew against it as he went back to feasting on her dripping slit.

She panted and keened and cried out to him. He stood abruptly and grasping her hips he sheathed himself

into the quivering wetness of her body. She cried out loudly, arching back against him, slamming his length to

the hilt into her body.

She held on as he pumped against her, hard and fast, his fingers pressing against her pearl. Lights

exploded behind her eyes and she tensed as the waves of bliss tore through her. Miroku felt her inner walls

flutter around him, and squeeze tight. Then her hot juices drenched him, pushing him to his own release. His

fingers dug into her hips as his other hand moved to brush against her hidden opening. He massaged it with his

thumb.

Sango moaned and arched against him, her muscles clenching once more when he pushed his thumb into that

untried passage. Sango was glad for his strong arm around her waist keeping her from tumbling to her knees on

the polished floor. Miroku gritted his teeth as his own release spiked, shooting into her depths.

His whole body shook with the force of his climax and he clung to her, his grip tight and almost

punishing. He panted against her, drawing great gasping breaths. Slowly he eased himself from her and let them

both fall side by side on the welcoming softness.

He managed to place a kiss against her sweaty temple and groan in satisfaction before he fell asleep.

His last thought was that he planned to explore her positive reaction to stimuli at her rear. His lecherous

grin spread wide. Sango listened to his soft breathing for a few minutes more, she was vastly pleased that he'd

enjoyed his gift so much. She'd more than enjoyed it herself.

Worn out as she was, she yawned and curled closer to him, pulling his arm over her waist. In his sleep,

Miroku pulled her tight against him. "Mmm, love Sango" he murmured. She was deliriously happy and followed

fast.