FINALLY! Miroku and Sango Fic (Love at Long Last)

Savannahbaby

A
Miroku and Sango Fic.

DISCLAIMER:
Love ‘em, want ‘em, and do not own any of ‘em.

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Sorry this took so long to post. I am going to post three chappies today to
make up for it k?

Chapter
4 How it feels to be Loved

“Mmmm…Miroku?” “What?” “Have you ever been with a woman
before.” “WHAT?” “I am not going to ask you again.” She moaned as he squeezed
her firm ass. “Yes. No more talking, unless it is to make a sound of
pleasure.” His mouth and hands made a decisive trail back up her body again. He
pulled her close to him burying his head in her neck, nipping and licking along
her collarbone. He smiled at his handy work. She was going to have a bruise
there in the morning. “Ohh…Miroku, not here.” He lifted her up and carried her
to the shore and back to where there clothes were. He pulled them into a makeshift
bed and laid her on it. He sank down beside her petting, licking and biting
everywhere he could see, from her ears down to her breast. Sucking on each one
of her nipples. “Oh Kami, Miroku don’t stop!” But he did. He stopped his ministrations
on her breast and headed to the warmth radiating from between her legs.
Carefully he separated the folds of flesh with his fin, sh, she was wet for
him, * (but she can be wetter) * he thought with a very Hentai like smirk. He
pushed her legs as wide as they would go and inserted a finger. He watched her
face darken in pleasure; she squirmed under him, not knowing what the hell he
was playing at. He inserted another digit and watched as she started sweating
large droplets running down her face in between her breast as her breathing
heaved. “Miroku?” she panted. He started thrusting his fingers in and out
slowcauscausing her to feel a maddening build up of pressure in her lower
abdomen. He inserted another finger and proceeded to fuck her with all three.
Sango arched her hips wanting more. “So…close.” She had no idea why she had
said that.

His thumb stroked her clit in time with his hand and she squealed
in delight at the explosion. He got even harder at the feel of her muscles
contracting around his hand and he removed it. Lapping up the juices that were
flowing from her flower. “You taste good. I think I want to taste more.” He said
with a sense of male pride at making her feel this way. He took her clit into
his mouth and massaged it with his tongue. “Oh, Miroku…I want you inside me
NOW!” she panted heavily. “Yes ma’am.” He positioned his cock at her entrance. “This
might hurt for a moment, but I promise it will go away.” She nodded and propped
herself onto her elbows to watch. His body was screaming for release but he peraperately controlled his lust. He inched himself into her slowly groaning the
whole way. When all he wanted was to ram into her over and over ‘till he came.
He was amazed at the effort he was making. It had never been this hard before
to control himself. He wanted to get lost in this beautiful woman and never
return. “Miroku…Would you hurry the hell up?” she could no longer support her
own weight and collapsed back. Miroku felt a small resistance and began to back
out of her to suddenly thrust forward to bury himself in her to the hilt. She jerked
under him as an unaccustomed pain shot through her lower half. Other than that
she never made a sound. Just as soon as it was there, it was gone and she
reveled in the realization of being completely filled. He began a rhythm of
pushing and pulling and the same feeling of anticipation and build up started
but ten times more intense. She looked into her lover’s eyes. They shone with
such love and tiontion that it overwhelmed her and she closed her eyes and lay
back to allow her body to take her where it wanted to go.

It was nice to not be in control and she was happy to let
the man she loved be dominant. She wanted to do nothing but please him for the
rest of their lives. The rhythm began to speed up as he found it easier and
easier to slip in and out as her passage became slicker with their combined
fluids. “You are so… fucking… tight.” He panted out. His control was slipping
and he was losing it fast. He loved the feel, the taste of her and the small
sounds of pleasure she made. She looked so gorgeous under him with her hair
splayed out. Her eyes glazed with passion, for him. “Harder, faster.” She commanded.
He moaned. He was afraid he would come before her and so he reached between her
to play with her clit as they fucked.

“MIROKU!” she screamed his name to the heavens as she orgasmed.
Miroku threw back his head and let an animalistic growl erupt, as his seed made
their journey to her waiting womb. He collapsed on her rolling over to lie
behind her so as not to crush her. He pulled his robe up to cover them. He
spooned with her and wrapped his arms around her waist laying his head on her
shoulder as she rolled to face him and snuggle closer. “I love you.” He whispered.
“Mmmm…me too.” Sango tiredly closed her eyes. Never in all her life, even after
a battle, had she ever been so tired and sated. “So does this mean your going
to marry me?” He asked her. “Does this mean your proposing?” she countered. “Sango
will you marry me?” “Of course.” They lay together sleepily. She yawned and he
smiled.

She sat up as she noticed a blur to her left. “Miroku.” She warned.
Too late. “I’ll kill you for hurting my auntie!” wailed a furious Shippou.
Flying in all his foxy glory to attack MirokuWhatWhat in the seven hells.” In a
flash and a snarling haze of fur, Sango pinned Shippou to the ground trying desperately
to hold down the furious kit. “I’ll kill you, you evil monk.” He snarled and
tried to bite him. Sango tried her best to calm him. “He wasn’t hurting me
sweetie.” She said. * (Fuck how are we going to explain this?) * “Then why is
there blood on you?” His eyes narrowed as he presented the incriminating
evidence. “And why did you scream?…And why was this lecher on top of you
growling?”

Miroku shared a glance with Sango. “I was not nor will I
ever harm her little one.” Shippou shook his head not believing him after the
way he’d been treated earlier. “What do you say we clean up and we’ll explain
back at the hut ok?” he pleaded. “Ok…but I’m watching you monk.” He said
hesitantly. They washed at the stream and quickly donned their clothing. They
walked back to the village, Shippou eyeing Miroku distrustfully from his perch
on Sango’s shoulder. Sango snuck another glance at Miroku. * (This is going to
be a long night.) * They sighed at the same time.