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Inuyasha or its characters.
Sango found herself quite vain as
she thought about how it was always the little things that drew the most of her
attention, the minutely small things that triggered the largest of events. Even
now it was so as she waited on a ridge by the stream within sight of the
village once occupied by her kin. It was something Kagome had said in passing
as a joke to Inuyaafteafter he had a quite embarrassing adventure with a normal
female dog that just wouldn’t leave him alone. She couldn’t remember really the
rest of the conversation, or what she had been doing that day for that matter,
but the small space it had taken for Kagome to say the simple, capricious words
in a mocking tone were more clear to Sango than a sky of blue.
“It’s better to
have loved and lost than to have never loved at all, ne Inuyasha?”
Several days had
passed without Sango even realizing the impact that the words had left on her
thoughts, and when she did, she thought only of ridding herself of such
distractions from her mission.
‘Papa always said
that the simplest way was usually the most effective, didn’t he?’
It was almost
anticlimactic how she had come to the realization that by inaction, she might
be passed by. Could possibly, the love that was for her, have already slipped
past? She supposed that it was because even though she hadn’t thought about it,
it had always been lingering on the edges of her mind.
Dismissing her
thoughts, Sango turned to the figure padding through the field alone ascamecame
ever closer.
Somewhere between
too quickly and too slowly the figure reached Sango by the stream without
speaking a word as the moonlight reached out from behind the clouds to reveal
the figure to be a young monk, unaccompanied.
“Sango.”
The taijya only
looked upon him in the moonshine as a tacit message passed between the two.
There was something important to be said, now.
“I asked,” Sango
said glancing toward the remains on top of the nearby hill. “I asked, and I got
my answer.”
“Answer to what?” the houshi asked
quietly following her.
“It’s worth it to love you even if
you are what you are, and I am as I am. I guess that really I wouldn’t have it
any other way.”
“What are you saying?” Miroku
questioned with excitement tingeing his voice.
“I’m saying,” Sango stated flicking
her eyes up to meet his in a determined stare, “that if I’m to have an ecchi
houshi in my midst; I would rather him be my hentai monk and none other’s.”
As if to seal the words Sango
closed in, her nervousness showing in her quick step as she placed her lips
upon his in a raw display.
She wouldn’t ask, she wanted him to
say it of his own accord, and if he didn’t, then she would at least know that
she had tried and that she didn’t have to wait.
As Sango took the warmth of her
lips of her mouth from his she took a step back, a gentle smile gracing her
features as she looked upon the man.
“You make me want to be a better
man,” Miroku said finding his voice. “And I...”
“Shh.” She commanded as she took a
step forward and took his hand. “It’s enough, even if know you won’t live up to
it completely.”
A gasp escaped Miroku as she began
to rub his hand gently and placed it on her left breast inside her yukata.
“Miroku, please.”
Without a second thought he leaned
in and kissed her lips, sucking on them as if to take the life from her. His
gloved hand began to caress gently the delicate flesh.
Her breathing became more labored
as she felt herself being laid back and with a glance up at him, her clothing
being removed. The night’s cold breath washed her chest as it came free of the
clothing that had kept it hidden from the outside. The nipping of the breeze
spread as the rough material fell from her and left none of her unexposed.
She pulled him down to her and
kissed him as she ran her hand across his chest through his clothing. The
muscles she found were delightfully firm and formed, not overly defined, but
tight and sharp from their usage. She felt his tongue brush her lips through
the kiss and plead for asylum in her mouth. Slowly, she accepted the probing tongue’s
request and allowed it to pass her lips and teeth and fondle her own tongue.
Breath seemed in short supply however as left hand held her to him and his
right moved gently, yet firmly about her breast in the most pleasurable of
ways, eliciting gasps from the taijya. The hand in question first cupped her
breast from the bottom pushing up against it as if weighing it, then moving to
cover and squeeze it. The thumb and forefinger then came together to take the
nipple between them and squeeze the nub between.
Gasping for breath Sango left the
kiss for air and found only small reprieve as Miroku nipped the cleft of her
chin and worked his way up her jawbone where he kissed her before moving to her
collarbone and latching his mouth to it. Leaving from there his mouth traveled
up, licking her in steady laps up to her ear. Satisfied with nipping the lobe,
he began to place kisses helter-skelter down the side of her neck, and onto her
chest before coming to the nipple opposite the one being held in captivity and
closing around it. The houshi’s tongue swirled around the nipple, jabbed at it
directly, and moved back and forth across it and her areola.
The burning between her legs was
left unquenched by the copious amounts of fluid flowing from her womanhood, as
she was taken steadily closer to the edge of the proverbial cliff.
It was without warning that his
hand left her breast suddenly to the cool night air only to make itself know
again by the brushing against the outer lips of her labia. Miroku’s eyes stayed
locked to the taijya’s for signs of discontent, but found none; instead only
pleasure and bliss could be seen shining radiantly outward as he worked hard to
keep her pleasured.
Gathering the tattered remains of her
willpower, Sango suddenly, rolled the houshi over, perching herself on his
chest where she gasped for breath form her exertion while trying discordantly
to remove his covering. With tight lips and dull hands Sango loosened the
clothing so that it pooled around him as it exposed his chest to her wanting
h.
Taking a second to look in his
eyes, Sango tweaked his nipples with her soft fingertips tentatively. Moving
with innocent fleetness, Sango turned herself and leaned herself down to
wanting staff raised tall because of her ministrations. Meekly moving her hand
forward, Sango took the rod of flesh in a soft grip, and held it for a moment,
taking in the its feather soft texture over the stiff passion-invoked steel
that cast a mirror of his desire. Moving her hand ever so slightly she felt him
shiver with delight. As she moved her face lower still, her lithe body and
womanhood pleasurably scraped over his chest before it was set in front of his
face.
Sango’s pink tongue slipped between
her lips and outward until it light came in contact with Miroku’s manhood. The
touch was heavy as a cloud; yet light as a brick as Sango could feel the
sensations tighten the monk’s abdominal muscles crushed beneath her
well-developed breasts and poking nipples. Licking it with more confidence,
Sango traced along the head and down the shaft, sometimes wrapping her tongue
as far as she could around his instrument. A salty liquid appeared at the top
of his manhood where it beaded for a second before spreading down the foreskin.
With a tense mouth Sango lowered
her lips and took his head into her mouth where she lapped the semi-salty
pre-cum with her cute tongue before dropping her mouth down farther until she
gagged slightly.
Seemingly regaining some semblance
of consciousness at her brazen act, Miroku pulled her smooth backside to his
face and buried his mouth into her vagina, licking up and down her lips, along
her clitoris, and even dipping into her to lap up some of the sweet tasting
nectar that came in free flows.
Not allowing her pace to falter,
Sango kept trying to push him farther into her mouth and succeeding a little
bit more each time, sometimes making him give a small moan, or a gasp hot
breath on her vagina that pushed her farther downwards.
With a cold exposition the lovers
almost simultaneously released their mouths from each other’s genitalia,
sensing each other heightened state. Listlessly, Sango twisted on him again to
face forward smearing her juices shamelessly along his chest.
It was slowly and deliberately that
Sango positioned herself above him as he kept rapt contact with her eyes.
Almost too soon did Sango feel her entrance touching with his rod. She looked
to him and found him gazing into her eyes as he put his hands at her slim
waist, and pulled her slowly onto him.
The initial parting of her lips
nearly put Sango into shock as tides of pleasure came to pass over her, the
strange feeling of invasion and trust catching her off guard. A little farther
still did he push into her until his entire cockhead was inside the warm
tightness that threatened to overwhelm his self-control.
Sango felt herself as waters; being
parted slowly, but most pleasurably as the warm, soft, and stiff invader slid
onwards until it came against a barrier that she knew would need to be broken
to continue, yet would cause her pain. Taking a deep breath, Sango opened her
eyes slowly until she came in contact with his gaze and nodded with a strange
sense of certainty.
After a second of sharp waiting, a
stabbing pain came up over Sango from her stomach that caused her to cry out on
a small bit before she felt the aching begin to subside. Even as the aching
subsided a new feeling was in crescendo, a feeling of wholeness. The feeling
was gradually getting better, albeit strange as Sango felt her inner muscles
begin to readjust, form, and stretch around the loving intruder.
Under her, he began to move in very
small, controlled movements, all the while watching her. It waen ten that she
felt it. As if someone had lit a fuse in the deepest recesses of her belly, one
that began to spread over her skin in wildfire as he began to move fast and
rougher in and out of her. Where their bodies met became white fire that could
not be quenched by the water, only fierce love between two.
Miroku ventured deeper and deeper
into her until she started to bring herself down onto him as he came up,
causing her to yelp as the tip of him touched her cervix. Pressure grew in her
face, and in her breasts, on the points of her nipples, and most of all in her
womanhood as the world around her became a world of heat, and warmth, and
longing that threatened to drown her until, she came to the cliff edge where
the storm was most intense as his manhood filled her, and his body, covered in
sweat came against her body, lined too in sweat. Her vagina began to ache as he
pulsated in her and her around him, the warmth radiating outward from his rod
matched only by the warmth that flooded from her onto his manhood.
It was then when Sango’s face
contorted in pleasure, her breaths raspy and uncharacteristic mews escaping her
throat that she came, quakes racking her, puing ing her muscles, clamping her
around him more tightly than he would have thought possible until he too came,
his essence spraying hotly into her, burning her insides with the fire of
passion as he could say only one thing,
“Sango-“
As she felt her endurance failing
her she blushed, just a little, as she looked upon him and thought completely
about the act she had just committed. It was without second doubt however, that
fell onto him and knew that the act was a good one.
Dawn found the new lovers resting,
eyes closed yet still awake. Lying in the cool grass on a makeshift bed of
clothing as red began to streak the cool night.
"Sango, you were always the
special one, the one I never asked because, you were the only one that I truly
most desperately hoped would not and most greatly feared would say no. Your
answer meant more to me than you might ever know.”
Sango’s eyes fluttered open with a
blush as dawn broke and quietly she said, “That’s good to know. You’re the best
hentai I’ve ever known, and hopefully, the only one I will need.”