Miroku and Kagome: 36 tales of love and lust

disclaimer: The characters and world of InuYasha are not mine, they are property of Rumiko Takahashi, Shogakukan, Yomiuri TV, Sunrise, and Viz. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

A/N: These early chapters do not necessarily 'flow' into each other like the later ones do, due to the fact that these were written for LJ community 'prompts'. They do all fall in the same 'universe' though. Now, back to the story...

Auragami
By Sarga

Kaede sat seiza in front of Kagome, her weather-worn hands resting gently over Kagome's clenched ones.

“Relax, child. I know this be your first time, however it is best not to rush such things. This needs to be with one who ye trust.” The old woman tried to calm the nerves of the frazzled young woman in front of her.

“But... couldn't you...? I mean, you've got holy powers, so that means you could do it instead...” Kagome pleaded with the woman in a final effort not to be trapped... alone... in a closed room... with Miroku...

“Nay, child. I have told ye before, I have no experience in this matter, it is best to leave this to the monk.”

Bowing her head in defeat, Kagome nodded, the warmth of the old woman retreating as she left the hut to inform the monk that the younger priestess was ready for him.

The subtle jingling of Miroku's staff could be heard as he entered, and Kagome didn't have the heart to raise her eyes to meet him. She felt so exposed, would be exposed once they got under way. The sound of soft fabric rustling peaked Kagome's curiosity so she raised her head to figure out what was happening.

“Miroku! What are you doing!!” Kagome watched agape as the monk continued removing his outer robes calmly.

“Why Kagome... I know you've never had experience in this matter, however I can tell you first hand that this will be a very hot and sticky encounter. Trust me when I tell you, in all sincerity, that you too should take off as many garments as you can.” Miroku's emphasis on specific words made Kagome blush to the roots of her hair.

“You make it sound like we're going to have sex,” Kagome grumbled, eyes avoiding the cause of her embarrassment.

“Oh, I assure you, Kagome, that what we will be doing is much more intimate than a mere joining of bodies.”

Kagome's heart raced as she glanced at Miroku sitting down in front of her. Silence reigned for several minutes before she glanced back at him. The monk was waiting serenely in front of her, his knees almost touching her own, as he lightly meditated.

“What are you doing now?” Kagome whispered, wondering if this was a part of the ritual to explore the full extent of her spiritual powers.

“I am waiting.”

Kagome blinked and continued to observe the monk who hadn't even twitched except to answer her inquiry.

“For what?”

Miroku opened one eye, gave Kagome a once-over and promptly returned to his meditation.

“For you.”

Kagome furrowed her brow, wondering just what it was that she was supposed to be doing. Was she supposed to meditate like him? Was she supposed to tell him she was ready? Was there some kind of 'colour' her aura should be before they began?

“Well...?” Kagome's impatience was getting the better of her. Her earlier nervousness was completely eradicated by the annoyance she was feeling for the pervert in front of her.

Miroku opened both of his eyes to look at her face on.

“We may begin,” Miroku spoke magnanimously. With a small smile Miroku took Kagome's hands in his own and turned them face up. Moving his hands so that their palms touched – slightly obscured by the sealed void on one hand – he guided her in meditation.

“Breathe deeply and rhythmically, Kagome, we must work together in order to bring your spirit to a higher plain for the first time,” Miroku's voice was soft, soothing.

“Now we must seek to rise to the next plain. Do you feel the connection you share with my aura? Do you feel how its energy pulses in time with the pulse in my palms?”

As Kagome focused, she could feel it. Gasping, she almost broke the tenuous connection she had with the monk but a brief flare of spiritual energy pulsed, focusing her back to the task at hand.

Kagome followed his aura's wordless advice and soon she felt an odd sense of disconnection. Floating upward like a drop of oil released from the bottom of a body of water, Kagome began to struggle, her panic at seeing her own body yet not having control overwhelming her. As she drifted uncontrollably further away, her entire being began to panic, a terror that she would be lost and stuck in this non-corporeal form threatening to engulf her completely. Kagome struggled against an enemy who wasn't there and desperately tried to reach her body again – but she was getting further and further away.

Crying out with fear, Kagome began to sense another presence nearby. Unlike the dull, slow-moving auras of the trees in the forest around her, this aura was powerful and fast-moving. Running toward it, Kagome felt an immense sense of loss as it skirted on the edge of her perception. Breaking down after three such encounters, Kagome collapsed in on herself, imagined hands covering her view to prevent imagined tears from falling down an imagined face.

A soft hand on her imagined shoulder calmed her completely, the gentle stroking soothing... but somehow dangerous.

Giving in to the gentle caresses, Kagome nuzzled the hand, the contact renewing the sense of acceptance, of belonging. Her nuzzle turned sensual as she turned her head to offer a small token of appreciation – a kiss.

The hand moved up to her cheek, stroking it before being joined by another. Together, the hands worked to ease her discomfort, one caressing her cheek, the other lowering to rub sensual circles down her back and closer to her...

Kagome gasped, the spark of desire, raw and feral, rushed through her and with reckless abandon she crashed her imagined lips on his own. Hastily, she used her new-found hands to caress and stroke the unseen body, her tongue drew lines of energy across his 'chest', and her body pressed against his obvious need for her.

Groaning in wanton pleasure, Kagome grasped the bare length of her rescuer, his thrilled shock spurring her on. Stroking, pulling, rubbing, sucking, Kagome teased him, taunted him until he couldn't take it any more and Kagome was shoved back against the slow pulsing aura of a tree.

He entered her roughly but Kagome didn't feel anything but pleasure as his hardened length drilled into her, the sharp thrusts pushing her back again and again until she started to feel... something...

Building ever-so-slowly, Kagome's aura began to crackle, spikes of raw power bursting beyond the confines of the body she had conjured for herself. In fact, when she dared to look, her rescuer's own imagined body – a dark-purple bastion of maleness – was also sparking around the edges. In a sudden spurt of insight, Kagome realized she was about to witness something amazing and, unable to hold in the power any longer, she exploded – quite literally – in an overwhelming display of brilliant blues and purples.

Following the flow of sparks lazily back toward the house where her body resided, Kagome knew something profound had happened to her, and she couldn't wait to tell Miroku.

Settling over her body, Kagome became aware of herself in small stages. First, she was hot – really hot – almost as if she had been left in a sauna for the entire time she had been out of her body. Second, she couldn't breath, or at least, not well. Third... who had turned off the sun?!

The feeling of muscle rippling beneath her gave Kagome the perspective she needed. Pulling her face from Miroku's lap where she had somehow been face-down (thank the Kami there were no witnesses), Kagome took a deep breath of clean air, her body feeling tingly and warm.

As the monk came to himself, Kagome could see small details she hadn't noticed before. His hair wasn't black – just a very dark brown – his eyes were darker than she had realized, and his aura was... purple.

Blushing, Kagome met the eyes of the man she had – for all intents and purposes – just fucked in astral form.

“Well,” Miroku was at a loss for words, his own body as flushed and sweating as hers.

“Well,” Kagome agreed, a small smile tweaking her lips. “What was that...?”

“That my dear,” Miroku smiled wolfishly, a familiar jolt of heat and need pooling between Kagome's legs. “...was an auragasm.”