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A/N Okay,
so my secret’s out. I love writing citrus for Miroku.
He’s just such a perv, heh.
I’m really, really trying to keep the citrus in character, so I’d love to see
if you think I succeeded. Hope you enjoy reading this chapter as much as
I enjoyed writing it. I’m not gonna say
whether it’s lemons or limes, though, ‘cause that would be telling, and where’s
the fun in that?
Chapter 18 – Hentai
Hanyou
Sango closed her eyes, castigating herself as she tried
to ignore everyone around her. Idiot. You
should have known you couldn’t pull this off. It was a stupid idea in the first
place. Instead of making sure Miroku didn’t discover
your feelings, you almost ended up on your back! What type of idiocy was that?
Now, not only are you married to him, but he knows he can get to you! It’s a
disaster! She opened her eyes to see Miroku
staring at her. He smiled slowly and she flushed and looked back down at her
food, frowning.
Well, that’s it. Forget this plan and-
and forget how well he kisses! She
told herself forcefully as her pulse refused to slow down after that sensual
little smirk of his. Knocking that smug houshi out
can’t possibly make things worse than they already are. She thought, and
nodded to herself resolutely.
Now that the show was over, Shippou was happily munching on the rest of his food. As
always, Miroku watched Sango.
Inuyasha’s gaze skipped from person to person, trying
to figure out a way to make them go the hell away. He hadn’t been too worried
about achieving some time alone with Kagome tonight until after Miroku’s little stunt. Watching Sango
as she tried to disappear into the ground after that, though, brought one
painful realization to the forefront of his thoughts: if Sango
was too nervous to be around Miroku, then who did
that leave?
He and Kagome.
And from Kagome’s sympathetic glances at Sango, he was pretty sure Kagome was going to offer to sleep
near her tonight as protection. He could not let that happen. No offense
to Miroku, but if he had to beat that man into a coma
so that Sango felt comfortable enough to sleep,
preferably as far from he and Kagome as possible, then he’d do it.
Kagome tucked a piece of hair behind her
ear absently as she ate, and as the movement caught his gaze, he couldn’t look
away. Her skin is so pale, he thought, eyeing the vulnerable flesh at the side
of her throat. Miroku’s recent actions popped into
his brain again and he imagined repeating that scene with the soft neck in
front of him. His cheeks burned. Images came in quick succession. Pulling her
onto his lap and plunging his tongue into her mouth until her eyes glazed over,
running his hands over her body, up underneath that wonderful, tiny little
skirt and holding her lush bottom in his hands as he pulled her so close he
could feel every part of her, peeling off her top and ripping off that stupid
little scrap of fabric so he could taste her breasts all over, and plunging
into the warm, slick heat of her that was driving him CRAZY with its scent.
Gods he wanted Kagome. He wanted her soft and sweet smelling and naked
and NOW, dammit! He whimpered under his breath and
shifted uncomfortably as a lower part of his anatomy saluted its enthusiastic
endorsement of his plans.
His hands were fisted as he tried to
control the urge to simply take her and run somewhere. Or just take her. Why
the fuck doesn’t everyone leave! He thought frantically.
Kagome looked over at him then and smiled.
He was so relieved to actually have something to concentrate on other than
what he wanted to do to her that he smiled back.
She watched him a moment, then reached
over and put her hand on top of his fist. After a moment, she felt it relax and
open as he gently held her hand, looking down shyly.
Concentrate on the hand, he thought desperately, not the legs, or the
breasts, or the bottom, or…shit. This isn’t working at all. This NEVER works.
Kagome tried not to giggle. He was so cute
when he was nervous! She could tell he was relieved she’d made the first
overtures. I wonder if he even knows what to do? She thought to herself,
it’s not like they have sex ed here in the feudal
era. She might have to help him figure this out.
She’d had all day to think about it. Her marriage, her life, her future. There wasn’t exactly a
lot else to do while you rode on the back of a half-demon. She wasn’t certain
if he loved her, but he definitely cared about her and her welfare, and that
was a start, at least. In the end, it didn’t affect her decision. She already
knew she loved him, and she was still going to try and make this work. She
wanted to do that for him, and maybe for herself as
well, if she were honest.
It was odd…she was starting to think of
herself as a wife, which was still a bit startling to contemplate,
really. Once she’d started thinking that way, of course, she couldn’t help but
think about what Inuyasha might be like as a husband.
The images running through her head made her realize fairly quickly that she
was going to have to make sure he understood that her acceptance of the
marriage didn’t mean he was always going to get his own way. He gave quite
enough orders before they got married. Who knew what heights of
bossiness he might try to achieve as a husband? And of course, there was one
last thing, the corollary she’d almost forgotten until Miroku’s
little exhibition: if she accepted this marriage then that meant that there
were certain realities that needed to be faced.
Sex. And babies.
She was fairly sure it wouldn’t happen
right away. Just thinking about Inuyasha’s reaction
when she’d tried to change his clothes in the future made her want to chuckle.
Being that modest, it would probably take them a while before they got around
to the physical part of their relationship. Honestly, she suspected most of his
actions in the sex department were a case of trying to imitate Miroku rather than any actual…desires…on his part. It was
just a feeling she had, but she was pretty intuitive that way. That was all
right. They’d work it out together, she decided, blushing slightly. He just
might need a little extra help.
And babies? She wasn’t really sure she was
ready for that yet, but then again… Many of the women she met in this era, the
women she was spending the most time with for over a year now, were married at
her age. The idea of having an infant before too long didn’t feel as odd as it
would have before she’d met Inuyasha. Actually,
thinking about a tiny version of Inuyasha made her
feel rather warm and tingly. He must have been a little hellion before he lost
his mother, she thought fondly.
She squeezed his hand shyly, encouraging. Don’t
worry, Inuyasha, I’ll help you figure this out.
Inuyasha’s senses went into overdrive at the small signals of
encouragement Kagome was sending his way.
Don’t do it, Inuyasha.
His conscience warned.
But she’s so close! I could have her
away from everyone in less than 2 minutes! All I need to do is…
Don’t do it! It’s not time yet!
You’ll scare her away and ruin it all, baka!
But look at her! She’s smiling
and touching me and her hand is…
Focus! You’re noticing the hand?
Look, see how tiny it is? Kagome isn’t some tough demon or hanyou, Inuyasha, she’s human, and a pretty dainty one, at that. You need to
keep it under control and be gentle! You don’t want to hurt her,
do you?
I’d never hurt her, you asshole!
Well, when things are getting hot and
heavy? Think about her hand and make sure you don’t, eh? By the way, when the
time comes, I vote for putting the hands right up her skirt and…
I’ll decide how to make love to Kagome
on my own without your help!
I’m just saying…
When everyone had finished eating, which
took too damn long, in Inuyasha’s opinion, Miroku stood up and nonchalantly walked over to Sango. Inuyasha watched them, not
sure whether he wanted to cheer Miroku on or tell him
to leave her the hell alone.
Whichever one gets Sango
to leave, said his conscience.
That’s kinda
cold, isn’t it?
Hey, I’m a pragmatist, what can I say.
Inuyasha cocked an ear as he eavesdropped shamelessly. Anything to take his mind off Kagome. And how she good she
smells. And how soft she feels. And…no, pay attention
to Miroku!
Miroku sat down next to Sango
and she stiffened up like a fire poker.
“Don’t even think about touching me, Hentai.” She said aggressively, trying to compensate for
her recent lack of spunk.
“I wouldn’t dream of it.” He said calmly.
And he wouldn’t…not yet, anyway. “I was simply coming
over to inquire about your sleeping arrangements tonight.”
Huffing, she rattled off her answer
quickly, “I’m sleeping right here next to Kagome. All night.
With Shippou on the other side of
me.”
Miroku sighed, rather dramatically Inuyasha
thought. “ I was afraid you’d say something like that.”
“Why, you were hoping to get me by
yourself?” she asked angrily…hopefully? Inuyasha
rubbed his nose with his free hand at the odd combination of smells coming from
her.
“My wishes, whatever they may be, don’t
apply here. It’s Kagome and Inuyasha that you should
be considering.”
“Excuse me?” Sango
said blankly
“Regardless of what issues lie between you and I, is it fair to stay here and interfere
with what Inuyasha and Kagome have?” he murmured
quietly. Sango looked over at the other couple and
noted their entwined hands. She hadn’t thought…
She stared a moment, her shoulders
slumping momentarily, “I can’t stay here with them, can I?” she murmured to
herself.
Miroku smiled as Sango nodded
decisively. That’s right, Sango, go off on your
own tonight to give your friends some privacy. His smile faded as Sango reached over and snagged Shippou
by the tail.
“Good night, Inuyasha,
Kagome. Shippou and I are feeling rather warm, so
we’re just going to get some rest farther from the fire.” She called out,
surprising Kagome completely. She started walking away, dragging Shippou in her wake. When Miroku
walked up next to her, she glared at him. “Don’t come near me, Houshi. I mean it. If I find you anywhere near me tonight I
won’t be held responsible.”
“Why, Sango,
whatever happened to ‘maybe later?” Miroku asked
lightly as they drew farther from the still seated couple, “Are you saying you
no longer wish to consummate our marriage? I’m deeply wounded.”
“I never said I wished to consummate our
marriage at all, you hentai!” Sango
hissed, giving him a one handed shove that knocked him back a few steps. Shippou watched with wide eyes, trying to stay as small and
unnoticed as possible within Sango’s grip.
“I rather thought your actions spoke
louder than words.” He said softly as he caught up to her again, watching her
blush.
“I- it was…it doesn’t matter! Just stay
away from me, Houshi-sama!” She said fiercely, and he
nodded, stopping and watching them camp down at the tree line before he turned
and found a place to rest equally far from Inuyasha
and Kagome. Kirara joined him and he lay down,
petting her soft fur as he watched Sango turn her
back on him to bed down for the night.
“We’ll just have to make a slight change
in plans, Kirara.” He said, and started thinking.
Inuyasha, meanwhile, was internally cheering Miroku on. If I weren’t a man, I’d kiss you for this,
you wonderful son of a bitch!
While Kagome banked the fire, he took off
his red suikan and laid it on the ground. He smoothed
it out a moment, and then looked up to see Kagome watching him carefully.
“I just thought-” he started to say, when
she smiled at him. She was awfully happy tonight…
“It’s a lovely idea, Inuyasha.”
She said, sitting down on the red cloth. She gestured for him to join her.
Radiating tension, he sat at the very edge of the red robe. She glanced
sideways at him a moment, caught him staring. He’s probably wondering what
to do now, she thought. She scooted over slightly until their sides
touched, leaning her head on his shoulder. His entire body stiffened. Poor
thing, he’s so embarrassed by this. “It’s all right, Inuyasha.
We’re married now.”
Inuyasha’s body sang at the words. It’s all right? She’s fine
with this?! He didn’t have to cajole or persuade or try to figure out how to
proceed here without scaring her off or… she was FINE with it! His head turned
towards her slowly, golden eyes lambent in the growing dark. He could see her
head against his shoulders, the dark hair glistening. Her eyes were
closed and as she leaned on him, her face tilted up so that it shone in the
moonlight.
He took a moment to simply enjoy the sight
of her face. Sometimes he still couldn’t get over how beautiful she was,
and that was before you even started looking at her body. She was just
so…wonderful. He had to take a few deep breaths as the reality of
actually being able to touch her within moments sank in. He really didn’t
want to screw this up. Taking one last fortifying breath, he slowly put
his closest arm around her shoulders. Feeling her relax against him, he smiled,
that last niggling doubt that maybe he’d completely misread her scent and her
body language fading. He reached across his body to scoop up her legs and
settle her across his lap.
“Inu-“ she
managed to say, surprised, just before his arm slid up from her shoulders to
curl gently around the back of her head and he leaned down to kiss her. Her
lips were soft and sweet under his, and after a moment’s resistance, they
opened as his tongue probed tentatively. This was…it was just heavenly. She tasted
like she smelled: spice and jasmine and soooo sexy.
Her moist heat surrounded him as he deepened the kiss, coaxing her tongue with
his own until she thrust it against him and he sucked on it. Her arms went
around his neck, fisting in his hair, and he pulled her in closer, hearing her
moan. He snarled when her sideways position across his lap prevented
closer contact.
Pulling away for a moment, he grabbed her
waist. “Move your legs” he ordered hoarsely. She looked up at him with glazed
eyes and he couldn’t help but grin. Kissing, lap, glazed eyes…there was one
fantasy taken care of. He kissed her again softly simply because he could.
“Move your legs.” He said again, and saw her eyes start to focus.
“Wait, what…” she looked up at him, and
her mouth was obviously thinking of other words when he took matters into his
own hands. Muttering impatiently, he stood up. He kept a gentle grip around her
waist and let her legs hang free for a moment before he knelt back down, this time
feeling her body completely flush with his own as she straddled him. He spread
his legs so that hers opened wide around him with a leg hanging freely on
either side.
“Inuyasha!” she
said urgently, her hands sliding down to grab the front of his white kimono.
“I know, Kagome.” He murmured, growling
low as he nipped the side of her neck. He slid one arm up again to cradle her
back and held her soft mane of hair in his hand, scraping his fangs against her
soft skin as he kissed and nibbled up her neck. He slid the other arm from her
waist and carefully moved his hand down her thigh until he reached the hem of
her skirt. He paused a moment as he touched bare skin, and then closed his eyes
to savor the smooth feel of her satiny skin as he slowly slipped his hand under
her skirt and started to slide his hand up the back of her bare thigh. Heat
started to pound through his groin as the feel of her, the taste of her.
He could feel Kagome quivering against him, her head thrown back as he
continued to kiss his way back to her lips, small hands clenched tightly in his
clothes as she moaned slightly.
“Inuyasha, I
need -”
“Shhhh.” He finally made it up to her mouth and kissed her
gently on the lips, “I know, I wanna hurry, too. But
we need to take it slowly or I’ll hurt you, Kagome.” His hand continued up her
thigh until it snagged on some little piece of fabric underneath her skirt. He
grunted, irritated, and flicked his claw, slicing it off. He slid his
hand underneath her bottom, reveling at the feel of the soft flesh, pressing
his palm against the silky slit in between that was even now leaking sweet
smelling moisture against his hand as he held her up. Curling his fingers
into the rounded cheeks of her bottom, he sighed deeply “You are so beautiful.”
He said in awe, squeezing gently, using his palm to pull her pelvis in tight
against his own. He shuddered slightly as her body pressed against his
hardness. It felt so good…how much better was it going to be when he was
actually inside her?? He shuddered again.
Kagome stiffened as she felt the hard
pressure pushing between her legs. Inuyasha
thrust up against her slightly as he pulled her hips towards him, and Kagome
startled as she felt his hand rasping across her slick folds intimately,
rubbing slightly with his fingers. She stopped arching back and looked at
him, staring at his bent head as she tried to fight the tingling sensation
soaring up from his fingers all the way to her breasts.
“Inuyasha, I
don’t…”
“It’s all right, I do. You don’t need to
worry, Kagome, I know what to do.” He mouthed against her neck, licking it
slightly.
“But Inuyasha,
I’m not sure…” she shuddered, losing her train of thought as he suddenly sucked
hard on her neck. He pulled back, and she saw him grin as he looked at the mark
he must have left behind. He went back to licking a slow trail up from
her throat.
“Inuyasha, I
want you…”
“I want you, too.” He interrupted, kissing
her lips again as he held her head still, worshipping the inside of her mouth
with his tongue. The hand under her bottom shifted slightly, and Kagome
gasped against his mouth as she felt one slim finger slowly pushing into her
slick opening while he continued his small thrusts against her pelvis.
A squeak, muffled by Inuyasha’s
mouth, escaped her as she started pushing at his chest. He pulled away and
blinked at her. “N-no! I want you to stop! STOP!’ Kagome finally got out.
“Stop?” he said stupidly.
“Stop!” she was staring at him wildly, her
cheeks redder than this robes, her breathing rapid. He
couldn’t believe he’d heard her right.
“But…stop?” he asked plaintively.
She nodded, and then squirmed, trying to
get down. Feeling her moving, inner muscles clenching around his one intrusive
finger, his hand clenched involuntarily, digging slightly into her soft skin as
it pressed his palm hard against her core and pushed his finger further inside
her.
“Inuyasha!” she
squealed, and shoved at him frantically. “Let go!”
He started to remove his hand.
Oh HELL no! Yelled his
conscience. What the fuck are you doing!
I’m
letting her go! She doesn’t want to.
She’s delirious! She doesn’t know
what she’s saying! His conscience said desperately. She really wants you
to throw her down right now and…
Just give it up, already.
Son of a bitch, his conscience muttered. I
can’t believe this shit…
Inuyasha finished moving his hand until it was no longer
touching that fantastic warmth, sliding it out from her heat, and then out from
under her skirt as he released her. He sat, still stunned, as she moved off of
him, then off the suikan completely to sit on the
grass, staring at him. He stared back, bereft, worried, frustrated.
What the hell happened? Had he hurt her?
“You know exactly what you’re doing!” she
accused, running a shaky hand through her hair and tucking her skirt
self-consciously around her thighs.
He tried to figure out what that meant
when so much blood was still missing from his brain. “Uh – thank you?”
“Thank you?! I thought you were all innocent and confused and…I
was going to help you figure out what to do! And then you- you- you knew how to
do everything!” Her hand couldn’t seem to stop touching to her lips.
“Huh?” he shook his head to try and clear
it a little. She thought I was what?
I take it she doesn’t know about that
voyeur phase you went through before Kikyou sealed
your ass, his conscience said.
Oh
just shut up for a minute, will you? I’m trying to think here.
He stared at her, running her words
through his brain a few more times. “So, wait, are you telling me you’re upset
because I’m better at this than you thought I would be?” he asked
incredulously, his blood cooling slightly.
“No! I mean, you are, but…you’re not
supposed to be!” she wailed.
Inuyasha looked at her, his lips twitching. For the first
time in a long time, he felt like he was the one who actually knew what
was going on when everyone else was caught by surprise.
“I think…I think I can live with being
good at this.” He said, grinning a little, and her face flamed. When she stared
at his feet silently for a while, he cleared his throat.
“So, you liked it?” he asked carefully.
She nodded infinitesimally.
“You’re sure? You didn’t want to stop
because it…felt bad, or anything?”
Kagome shook her head, looking up at him
earnestly as she did so. His nostrils flared as he scented the air, feeling an
almost desperate urge confirm what she was saying. When he caught the scent of
her arousal, he grinned broadly. Seeing him grin, she blushed again and went
back to looking at his feet. She’s going to start glowing if she gets any
redder, he thought fondly. He noticed the scrap of fabric he’d sliced off
laying crumpled on the ground and picked it up. Looking at her for a
moment, he contemplated handing it back, but he couldn’t imagine what she’d do
with it now. Maybe I’ll just hang on to it for a while, he thought,
tucking it surreptitiously beneath the suikan laid
underneath him.
“Do you want to just…lay
down together for a while?” he finally asked.
She bit her lip. “Just sleeping?”
“Just lying down and sleeping.”
After a minute or two of thought, while Inuyasha waited with surprising patience, she nodded
slowly. “All right, that sounds…nice.” She swallowed loudly, still blushing
fiercely.
“I’m sorry.” She said in a small voice.
“It was really very…nice. I just wasn’t expecting you to,
I didn’t think you’d want to… not so soon. I-I need a little while to get used
to this, that’s all. It’s not that I wouldn’t like to…eventually, but I…
Please? Just a little more time.” she stuttered to a stop.
Inuyasha couldn’t help but continue to smile like a giddy
little kid. He’d gone so long without the faintest hope of anyone, ever, caring
for him. And now here was this woman, who was not only married to him but was
intimating that she planned to stay, and on top of that she liked making
love with him. In fact, based on her scent, she really liked making love
with him.
And she thinks I’ll object simply
because she needs a little extra time?
he thought. I can’t believe she doesn’t realize how
little that matters. I mean, it would have been really nice if we’d finished
this tonight. Reeaaally nice. Okay, and I’m so hard I may explode soon, and I could use a cold stream like crazy right now, but
in the end…
“Take all the time you need.” He said, as
he lay on his side.
“Thank you.” Kagome whispered, smiling,
and came over to lay next to him, her eye slowly
closing as she let herself relax. He watched over, periodically reaching
out to smooth her hair or run his hand down her arm, until she fell asleep.
At that point, however, he carefully slid
one arm under her head and pulled her in closer.
Why you lying
dog, his conscience chided.
I’m lying down and she’s sleeping. I
didn’t lie.
You know very well she wasn’t planning to
cuddle like this.
You complaining?
No, I’m done now. Aside from the
shitty ending, that was awesome. Keep up the good work. Although maybe you could think about actually finishing next
time?
I plan to.
XXXXXXXXX
Miroku could just hear murmurs coming from Kagome and Inuyasha’s direction as he waited for Sango
to fall asleep. When they stopped before reaching any type of crescendo, he
sighed to himself. Looks like things didn’t go quite as well as they might
have, he thought. He was pretty sure his own efforts tonight weren’t going to
get very far, either…not that he wasn’t willing to
try. After Inuyasha and Kagome had been quiet for a
while, Miroku silently got up and crept over to where
Sango and Shippou were
snoozing. He carefully scooped up Shippou’s small,
sleeping body and carried him back to lay gently next
to Kirara, who woke and glared at him as he started
to leave.
“You know I wouldn’t hurt Mistress Sango, Kirara.” He said, holding
his hands up placatingly. She growled in answer.
Miroku broke out in a cold sweat. He had to admit, he
hadn’t considered Kirara’s feelings towards her
mistress in all of his calculations. The possibility of facing a large, angry nekomata youkai was not something
he was prepared for. “Peace, Kirara, I’m simply…” Kirara’s searing gaze cut through his lie and he stopped.
“I love her.” He said quietly, “Truly, Kirara, I love
her. I won’t harm her.” Kirara stared at him for
another tense moment before nodding briefly and laying her head back down. He
turned back to Sango, trying to calm his racing
heart.
Well, that wasn’t something he wanted to
repeat any time in the near future, he thought, wiping the sweat off his brow.
He made his way over to Sango on shaky legs and knelt
next to her. Her face was soft and child-like as she slept and he simply watched
her for a few minutes. Deep down, he admitted that there was always a chance
that he’d never get Sango to soften towards him. It
was a painful thought, however, and he pushed it down back into the depths.
Taking a risk and continuing to pursue Sango was the
only way he would ever have a chance at happiness with her, so what other
course could he choose? Giving up? As if he’d do that… he’d never been one to
let the possibility of pain deter him.
In fact, no one in their party was at all
faint hearted, which was why he was so baffled by Sango’s
recent actions. He’d expected the initial anger at their marriage, he’d been
infuriated by her decision to completely abandon him, but following that? She
acted as though she were running from something, and
that was so unlike her that he couldn’t figure it out. Of course, it looked
like she wasn’t even going to last out a full 24 hours before she was through
running and back to her old self, he thought, smiling briefly. Thank the gods.
At least he’d have familiar ground to work with again. He was getting
tired of seeing her look frightened around him.
He positioned himself at her side
carefully, taking a deep breath. He wasn’t afraid of his wife, he told himself,
but that didn’t mean he didn’t have a healthy respect for her skills as a
fighter. He wasn’t going to take any chances this time. Readying himself,
he pounced. In the few moments it took for Sango to
wake up, Miroku had her pinned down with her hands
held above her head as he knelt astride her hips. She looked up at him, her
mind still fuzzy from sleep.
“Houshi?” she
smiled muzzily. He smiled back at her unexpected
reaction and leaned in close.
“It’s ‘later,’ Sango.”
he said, giving her a soft peck on the cheek.
“Later?” she asked, her brow furrowing for
a moment.
“Mmm
hmmm. You said ‘maybe later.’”
He leaned forward and kissed her lips softly for a brief moment, his tongue a
slim thief stealing the taste of her as it slipped in and out quickly. Damn,
just one taste of her and he was already getting hard. “It’s ‘later’
now.” He whispered before he drew his face away.
He could actually see when enlightenment
dawned. She looked at him in horror, her head whipping over to where Shippou had lain and finding only empty space. Looking back
at up at him, she vainly tried to swing her arms and knock him senseless.
“Having a little trouble?” Miroku teased. He saw her eyes shift from fear to anger
almost instantly. Aaaah, that was better.
“What do you think you’re doing, Houshi!” she whispered furiously. “I told you to stay away
from me!” She pulled futilely at her arms.
“So you did. How surprising that I seem to
be ignoring you.” he said, smiling crookedly.
“Get off me!” Sango
bucked her hips, trying to dislodge him. Fear crept in as she realized he
wasn’t moving and right on its heels came the flush
that filled her cheeks and snaked down to settle deep in her belly. She felt
something harden against her where Miroku’s body met
hers and flushed even more. It seriously pissed her off.
“Temper, Temper.” Miroku
said, sotto voice. He couldn’t explain it even to
himself, but watching Sango get angry had to be the
best aphrodisiac in the world. Just how mad she can get? He wondered. She was
positively quivering with fury, and feeling her body wriggling against him was
heating him up in some very interesting ways.
“Don’t patronize me, you smug, irritating,
underhanded…mmmph!” he quickly pressed his lips
against hers for a moment, cutting her off and feeling the soft edges of her
lips with his tongue. Her body was slightly arched towards him as she
yanked on her hands, and he could feel her breasts, nipples hardening as they
pressed against his chest. Getting turned on by this, are we? Well, well, well,
wasn’t that interesting?
She glared at him furiously as he drew
away and she snarled. “Stop it, you stupid, lecherous, bas-mmmmph!”
His lips assaulted hers with soft pressure, sucking slightly at her bottom lip,
his eyes sparkling as he stared into hers. As much as he wanted to, he
wasn’t stupid enough to try tasting the heated inside of her mouth again: she’d
probably bite off his tongue if he tried, the little
spitfire. He still paid attention to the aroused state of her nipples and
the frantic movement of her hips under his, however, and felt himself
grin. If she knew how good it felt when her body
rubbed against his manhood that way…
Heh, she’d likely kill me, he thought.
“I am going to kill you when I get up,
you…mmmph!!” Once again, he pressed his mouth against
hers, running his tongue over her reddened, full lower lip, savoring it.
When he pulled away, he chuckled slightly.
“Sango,
please, feel free to tell me whatever is disturbing you right now. I find that
I can only view your open mouth as an invitation to taste it. And I would
love another invitation.” He said suggestively. When she firmed her lips
and didn’t say a word, his smile grew. “Nothing more to say?
Sango, I’m surprised at you. Shyness between us, at this stage? Really, my dear,
it’s all right, I won’t betray your confidence. Go ahead, Taijiya, please, tell me what’s on your mind.”
Sango was glaring at him so hard at this point that he
would almost swear he saw her eyes glowing. Teasing her like this, when
she couldn’t beat him to within an inch of his life, was turning out to be
quite a lot of fun.
“So, what shall we do tonight, I wonder?”
he asked in mock supposition. “I wouldn’t being
doing my duty as a husband if I didn’t provide some entertainment for my new
wife, after all. Do you have any suggestions? Anything you’d like
to do?”
“I’d like to kick you sorry ass, you
stupid Hou-mmmph!!!” He pressed down harder against
her in a quick assault of tongue and lips that left her breathless and pissed
off at the same time.
“I’m sorry, Sango,”
Miroku said, panting slightly, “I didn’t quite hear
you. Would you care to repeat that?” She scowled and twisted her
hands, to no affect, trying to ignore the pull low in her belly every time Miroku kissed her.
His face started to lower towards hers
again and she tried to bring down her hands to block him once more, the now
familiar tingles running up and down her skin when she couldn’t. Her eyes
widened as the tingles grew sharper, collecting in her breasts and the juncture
of her thighs. Realizing just how strong Miroku was,
how helpless she actually was right now, she should be scared to death. She should
be scared to death but instead, she was shivering as she felt heat building up
in between her legs. This was crazy! Just because that lecherous houshi was stronger than she’d thought, using his whole
stupid body as one giant caress, was no reason to feel
this way. She should be pissed off! She was pissed off, damn it,
she told herself resolutely. When she got loose from him, she was going to kick
his ass so badly…
Reaching her face, Miroku
didn’t attack her lips again as she’d thought, but simply hummed against her
ear softly. “Hmmmmm, did you know I can see you
nipples through your kimono right now, Sango?”
She blushed and tried once again to free her arms. “I must admit, I was rather
surprised to see them looking so…firm.”
He moved his pelvis slightly, grinding his
hips against her so that she couldn’t help but feel a hard protrusion pushing
upwards along her thighs, and her nipples tightened even more in
response. He laughed against her ear, tickling it with his breath. “Why
my dear Sango, I do believe you’re enjoying
this.”
“I-I’m not! I don’t like this- at all.”
she said weakly as he thrust against her again. She closed her eyes as
she heard him groan softly, heat spreading across her skin everywhere Miroku’s body pressed against hers.
Miroku laughed softly again, his voice slightly hoarse.
“Say what you will, Sango, but your body doesn’t
seem to agree with you. Your nipples are so ready to be tasted I am, I
admit, very tempted to oblige.” She flushed painfully at the image his words
evoked, squirming against him. “And I would imagine, “ he
said, bringing his head a skin’s breadth from her small pink ear, “that if I
checked, I’d find you wet and ready for me. Shall I slip my hand down
there and find out?” he asked, flicking his tongue against her ear slightly.
Sango started frantically wrenching at her arms, trying
to roll and knock him off. He had to concentrate, but with an effort he
managed to hold on, smiling wider than ever at how dramatically she was
reacting.
“Did I hit a nerve, Sango?”
He struggled against the urge to push things just that little bit further. He
really should stop now. It was so damn fun, getting her worked up and
writhing under him, but she was still an innocent. He didn’t think she
was ready for anything more, especially when she was obviously still so
skittish about him…and the marriage. Thinking about her plans for the
marriage had him scowl a moment, and he thrust again slightly as though staking
a claim. She was his wife, dammit!
He really shouldn’t go any further,
he thought again as she reacted to his movements by twisting wildly. But
looking down into her furious eyes, feeling her body sliding against his as Sango writhed underneath him, he lost the fight to restrain
himself. He just had to see: was he affecting her as much as she was
affecting him? He was almost certain, but…it never hurt to check.
“Sango, you
really do make this too irresistible.” he said, looking at her with heat in his
eyes. He quickly transferred her wrists into one hand before she could
pull them away. Pushing further up onto his knees, he started to work his
free hand in between their bodies.
She felt his hand slide across her breast,
fingering her peaked nipple through her clothes for a moment before moving
lower. He ran his fingers across her ribs, almost tickling her with his
soft touch. By the time his hand was splayed across her belly, caressing
it through the kimono in small, patient strokes, Sango
was panicking.
“Houshi,
don’t! Stop it right now! I mean it! Miroku, stop!” Miroku’s hand paused just above her pubic bone. Miroku?
She’d called him by name? He looked up from his focus on her breasts,
eyes wide and surprised. She’d never done that before…
“Sango.” He said softly, bringing his hand back up.
Sango, still yanking at her arms and unaware of his
retreat, finally managed to pull an arm free with an angry wrench.
His eyes swung up past her face as he felt
her arm slip from his grasp. He sighed and flinched in anticipation. “Oh…hell.”
Within moments, there was a meaty sounding
slap. One minute after that, Miroku was laying over
four feet away, welted and bruised, moving his jaw back and forth gingerly to
see if anything was broken.
“Hentai!” She bit out, cheeks flushed so dark that he could
actually see it, even in the moonlight, “Don’t you ever come near me again, you
stupid, sneaky, lecherous, perverted monk!”
Miroku knew he should just keep quiet, but once again
temptation got the best of him. “Don’t come near you? Are you certain
about that, Sango? It seemed to me that
your body quite enjoyed the last few minutes…”
“I did not!” she yelled furiously. “I – I
hated every single moment of it! Every single moment!”
She clenched her fists for a moment and kicked out at him one last time before
stalking over to Kirara and Shippou.
She looked over to the campfire as she walked and saw Inuyasha’s
head upraised and peering over at the noise curiously. She bit her lip to
keep from screaming again. Could it get any more humiliating!?
How could he do that to her?! That
stupid, conceited, seductive…invader! What the hell did he think he was going
to accomplish? And how was she going to stop him?! They’d been
married mere days and he was already all over her; what was she going to do? If
she couldn’t even fall asleep without him coming after her, what was she going
to do??
She reached Kirara and Shippou and lay
down, breathing heavily. Looking at the stars, she clenched her thighs
together, trying to ignore the damp, heated sensation that still lingered
between them. Stupid houshi, she fumed, growing
even more frustrated because there was a small part of her that was desperately
curious, wondering what might have happened if she hadn’t managed to free her
hands.
Miroku simply lay where he’d let himself be thrown,
looking up at the stars as well. Sango was
undeniably the most amazing woman he’d ever met, he mused. Strong and sensual
and…well, it seemed that she was even a little turned on by being
restrained. Who would have thought that his modest, petite little Taijiya had a tiny bit of a perverted side? How sweet, he
thought, licking his lips slightly in remembrance.
I wonder if she’d like to be tied up?
He shook his head, laughing at himself.
Now he really was thinking like the perverted monk everyone insisted on
calling him, he realized wryly. Of course, the concept of that type of
play wasn’t totally unknown to him, but for all his reputation as a pervert,
he’d never actually participated in it before, himself. The little taste
he’d just had was actually a lot more enjoyable than he would have guessed, he
thought, grinning wickedly. He supposed that worked out well for them both, honestly, as he didn’t think he’d be getting anywhere
near Sango or her body without a little bit
of… persuasion. Not for a while yet, anyway. The only problem was…
“Getting slapped in the face didn’t help
me discover more about her in the slightest. I guess Sango
didn’t need to worry after all.” He smiled to himself, nonetheless. Sango was back to her old self again. Lovely.
And letting himself think about exactly how her lips and body had felt
underneath him, he drifted off to sleep.
xxxxxxx
“Is anyone else getting a weird feeling
about this?” Inuyasha asked later the next day.
They’d arrived at the village late in the morning, secured their lodgings, and
were now heading towards the rumored demon. Who somehow seemed to live inside
the village.
Earlier on, villagers in the outlying
areas had spoken of a ferocious demon, one who lured women away by enchantments
and evil spells. Of course, as soon as Miroku and Inuyasha heard that, they’d been all for turning right back
around and dropping the women off somewhere safer. Until, that is, Sango and Kagome got on Kirara’s
back and flew on ahead without them, making the point rather moot.
Now, however, they were in the actual
village where this demon supposedly resided and the talk of spells had
disappeared. The people had been friendly enough, even pointing them in the
direction of their target, but they laughed off any talk of magic or
possession. One woman had even giggled when they asked about it, turning bright
red.
“You’ll understand when you meet Kichiro, “ she’d said, giggling
again. “He’s not using any enchantments. He doesn’t need them!”
Miroku answered Inuyasha’s
question. “It does seem odd. I haven’t yet detected any demonic aura.”
“There aren’t any shards, either, I’m afraid.”
Kagome added. Inuyasha was surprised at how relieved
that made him. Maybe it was the thought of a demon who
could enchant women being made even more powerful by a jewel shard.
“Should we just return home, then?” asked Sango, aiming her question at everyone but Miroku. Her pointed avoidance of the monk had started the
moment everyone rose in the morning. “These villagers don’t seem like they’re
looking for help, and most of the others we talked to spoke of hearsay and
rumor rather than actual fact.”
Unsurprisingly, Miroku
made a point of answering Sango’s question, as he’d
been doing since she’d started avoiding him. “It wouldn’t hurt to investigate,
since we’re already here.”
“I’d feel better if we checked it out as
well, “ added Kagome, and Sango
nodded.
They walked to the outskirts of the
village where they came to a narrow, well-groomed path that headed towards a
small wooded area. As their host’s directions had indicated, they followed the
path. Soon after they entered the shade of the trees, they found a large, well
constructed dwelling in a clearing. A few cows were kept in check by a low
wooden fence that surrounded the front of the house. At the moment, there was
also a tall young man dressed in an expensive looking red kimono, bent over and
dousing his head with water from the well.
Kagome and Sango
stared as the man stood up, water sluicing off his sable, waist length hair and
down his slim hips. He turned his face up to the sky and stretched sinuously
for a moment before turning to go inside.
“That is the most beautiful man
I’ve ever seen in my life.” Kagome whispered. Sango
nodded, stunned.
Inuyasha’s eyes went down to slits as he glared at the prissy
dressed weakling. He doesn’t look like all that much to me, he thought. Miroku’s face was suddenly tight and annoyed, his hands
gripping his shakujou so hard his knuckles turned
white. The other man was almost inside when he stopped abruptly, raising his
head. He turned, staring straight at Inuyasha with
grass green, slitted eyes.
“He’s a cat demon.” Shippou
said in surprise.
“Yeah, I noticed, “
growled Inuyasha, disliking him even more. A thrice damned cat. Wonderful. “ I’m sure he can smell me. This could be bad. I don’t
exactly get along with cats.”
“You don’t get along with anyone.” Shippou muttered, earning himself a brief glare.
The demon, obviously the famed Kichiro, glided over to them. He watched Inuyasha closely, although he managed to smile briefly at
Kagome and Sango. When he was within spitting
distance, he stopped, staring at Inuyasha speculatively.
“I must admit, I’ve never fought another
half-demon before, “ he said in a low, silky voice.
“Are you seeking battle?” He asked casually.
Inuyasha snorted as the jerk’s scent finally drifted over.
Huh, he really was another half demon. “No.” Inuyasha
said curtly, eyeing the man. Stupid cat demons were usually damn fast.
The cat looked him up and down and he felt
his hackles rising. Sizing him up, huh? Well, if this fucker wanted a fight,
he’d be happy to oblige him.
“Something else then?” The half demon asked smoothly, and continued as Inuyasha’s glare grew somewhat confused, “I must admit I’ve
never really been attracted to men, but you are rather pretty. You might be
able to persuade me.”
Inuyasha’s mind went blank for a moment. His mouth tried to
compensate. “Huh?”
“That hair of yours, it’s quite lovely. Is
it as soft as it looks?” Kichiro reached out a hand
to touch Inuyasha’s hair and Inuyasha’s
brain finally kicked in. He slapped the man’s hand away with his claws and
reared back.
“Gaaah! What the hell’s wrong with you! You don’t just go
up to a strange man and…and…you don’t do that! And you don’t ever
fucking do that to me!”
“But you’re so pretty, Inuyasha”
murmured Miroku from behind him, and Inuyasha rounded on him.
“Shut the fuck up, Miroku!
Don’t even start that kind of shit with me because I will…aaaaaah!” Inuyasha leaped
in the air and twirled back to Kichiro. “Did you just
touch my ass?!! I am going to fucking kill you, you damn pervert!” He leapt the
fence to confront the rapidly retreating tomcat only to stop as Sango’s Hiraikotsu slammed into
the ground in front of him.
Her voice sounded half strangled when she
called out to him. He would swear she was trying not to laugh. “He’s obviously
not using an enchantment, Inuyasha. Why don’t we just
leave him be.”
“Right after I beat the shit out of him.” Inuyasha yelled back at her.
“Inuyasha!”
called Kagome. “Leave him alone.” He heard her stifle a giggle and he fumed
even more. “Please? I’m really looking forward to staying in a bed tonight.
Let’s not do something that might ruin that. Please?” He paused and turned back
towards her. They did have a room alone tonight… “I’ve heard there are hot springs,
too.” She cajoled. Images of what could be accomplished with a wet, naked
Kagome overwhelmed him for a moment.
He took one step towards her when he felt
a hard hand on his ass again. “I’d be happy to show you where they are.” The
man purred from right behind him.
“Get the fuck away from me!” Inuyasha spat, turning around and slamming a fist into the
idiot’s stomach, knocking him back against the house and partway through the
wall. The cat didn’t get back up, much to Inuyasha’s
satisfaction. “Huh, puny little bastard, aren’t ya?”
he snorted and turned back to the group, jumping the fence and starting back
down the trail to the village, grabbing Kagome’s hand as he passed by.
He heard Sango
hop the fence to retrieve her hiraikotsu, and then a
snigger from someone behind him. He scowled. “I don’t want to hear a fucking
word, assholes.” Shippou and the girls broke out in
giggles and he rolled his eyes, imagining Miroku
smirking silently behind him as well. Dammit, why did
all the weird shit always happen to him?
As soon as they were out of sight from the
house, Kichiro raised his head carefully and smiled
slyly in the direction of the village. “That went well.” He said softly as he
pushed himself to his feet. He went to the well and carefully washed off the
hand that he’d used to touch the silver haired hanyou,
shaking it dry with a grimace of distaste. He gave one last glance toward the
village.
“Until tonight, my
lady.” He promised, and went
back inside.
xxxxxxx
Kagome and Sango
began questioning some of the women more thoroughly once they returned to the
village proper, and soon had a clearer picture of the situation. As best they
could tell, Kichiro was basically the darling of the
female population for miles around. Women constantly brought him food, did his
laundry, cleaned his house, even brought him little
gifts from time to time. The half demon had never killed or attacked anyone
that they could discover. He simply…catted around,
and left a multitude of disgruntled men as he did so. It was fairly
obvious which frustrated and annoyed gender was keeping alive the rumors of enchantments
and spells.
Once they were sharing their mid-day meal
inside their host’s main room, the women shared what they’d learned. After a
moment, Shippou chuckled slightly.
“What the hell’s so funny?” Inuyasha asked belligerently, sure the joke was going to be
at his expense.
“I was just thinking. This Kichiro guy is a lot like Miroku.
Except he’s even better at being Miroku
than Miroku is.” Shippou
said, chuckling again.
“What exactly do you mean by that remark?”
Miroku asked, slightly offended.
“Well, he’s a pretty-boy, but he’s
prettier than you.” Shippou said, holding up a
finger. “He’s a womanizer, but not only is no one slapping him, they’re
actually coming to serve him in his own home!” He stuck up another finger. Then
he sniggered a moment, glancing mischievously over at Inuyasha,
“and he’s brave enough to grab Inuyasha’s butt, which
you never did.”
“I never wanted to!” Miroku
said, irritated. He was still frustrated by Sango’s
reaction to the black haired half-demon. He couldn’t believe Sango had defended him from Inuyasha!
And she found him attractive? Jealousy reared it’s
ugly head for a moment as he remembered her agreement with Kagome’s awed praise
of the man’s looks. Did Sango really find the cat hanyou that attractive? If she thought that he
would sit idly by while she decided to cavort with another man…
Inuyasha’s next words suddenly brought his focus back to the
real world.
“That’s not true. Miroku
tried to grab my butt that one night a few days ago outside of Kaede’s.” Inuyasha said,
annoyed that they would think the cat was better than he or Miroku.
Ha, take that, you stupid cat. Miroku’s just as
much a hentai as you are, so there.
Everyone’s mouth fell open as they looked
first at Inuyasha, and then over to a suddenly flushed
Miroku.
“I thought you were Sango,
you baka!” Miroku
sputtered. He looked at everyone’s expression of disbelief. “I thought he was Sango!”
“You thought Inuyasha,
“ Shippou looked over at the
red clad, silver haired hanyou, “was Sango?” then he looked at the small, brown haired woman
clad in black. “Whatever you say, Miroku.”
Shippou said doubtfully.
“It was the middle of the night!” Miroku paused when he realized that might not be a
persuasive argument. Starting to grow flustered, he tried again. “The idiot was
carrying me! I was not even fully awake yet!”
Miroku looked over at Sango
when he heard a muffled giggle. “Sango!”
She covered her mouth with her hand, but
he could still hear her giggling. Kagome was looking over at Inuyasha and shaking her head even as she tried to keep
from laughing.
“Inuyasha, you
didn’t!”
“What? I needed to talk to him. Big fucking deal.”
Shippou snorted a minute as he tried to laugh and eat at
the same time. “All right, so Miroku gets points for
balls as well…”
“I thought he was Sango!”
Miroku yelled, frustrated. “And this is not a
competition!”
Sango and Kagome gave up and simply giggled helplessly
while Miroku glared at Inuyasha.
That idiotic hanyou, why is his big mouth always
getting me into these things? he thought.
“What?” Inuyasha
asked, throwing up his hands.
“Actually, I think Kichiro
gets a few more points since he’s molested Inuyasha
twice.” Shippou added, obviously thinking about it.
“It’s not a competition!” Snapped Miroku again.
“I guess that’s good. ‘Cause if it was,
you’d be losing.” Said Shippou, and stuffed another
rice ball into his mouth.
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