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What I want.	By : Crazedlemonlover Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female > Miroku/Sango Views: 6838 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I take great solace her slow breathing. Each one interlaced with the magic and sweetness of her voice. It is a reminder of what I fight for. Each breath is a reminder that mine are so limited, and hers are just beginning. I need to live. If not just to hear her whisper my name just once --even if it is just for me to hear. But tonight is not one of those nights. Tonight is one of those nights. The nights where Sango is grunted and began to sweat because of the anguish, the hate, and the terror colliding inside her, the nights when my thoughts made me true to my reputation, as a lecherous bastard. Even though I wish to comfort her, my thoughts lingered somewhere else. It lingered on the thoughts that the only thing that should be causing her to sweat and grunt is me, the anguish being that she did not allow me sooner, the hate being to ever have stop, and the terror, being when I initially take of those clothes and collide inside that beautiful, scorching holy heat ripping her to shreds .
Miroku sighed. Horny, and frustrated, such thoughts where getting him nothing but a stiff length that he would have to take care of soon enough. He loathed this. This lack of intimacy with Sango was driving him mad. It was deeper than sex he thought. It is one thing to love someone, another to just want to fuck them, and an entire universe of want, and need, to have both. He wanted to look her in the eyes as he plundered her sweet heat, and watch the sun rise in them as he thrusted her to the highest peak and fall back to earth together. He prayed to hear that nervous, gasping, and rapid breathing as he taught her how good it felt when he polished her gem to brilliance, and those incoherent words stuttering as he watched her writhed beneath him. He closed his eyes as he imagined how she would cover her eyes and tremble at his nimble fingers made way to her untouched, and ready to be plucked flower. He wanted the glory of reaping Sango’s sweltering folds, as her eyes filled with ecstasy and she stammered his name.
Miroku didn’t know how this happened exactly. He sat up, and sighed deeply. He knew the man he was before Sango. Before all the complication of love, and Sango, she was just another girl. Uncommonly lovely—yes, but just another possible conquest. I was a man on a mission. I stole from whoever, lied to whomever, fucked whatever, and strove to suck the most delicious juices life had to offer dry in the short time I had. Sango was not an attachment he needed to fulfill his mission. Sango was prudish to the touch, Miroku learned with a never ending teachings of some hostile beatings, she was jealous to boot, judgmental, and hot tempered like a vengeance demon. Lovely? Indeed, but only necessary until he grunted with release.
But alas, time indeed is a fine pedagogue and transposed my calloused thinking of Sango. Sango soon became untangled and nude for the world to see her beauty. Her true beauty. I witnessed her kindness, to always help those around us, --especially me. Her shyness, and blush as her cheeks embered with a beautiful glow as a gently squeezed her hand. Her strength, as she flung herself in front of weapons, people, mortal danger for her brother, our friends, and even willingly to die with me. Even her sorrow was beautiful, it was the open wound of a magnetic, pure soul, forever wondrous, impeccable and perfect, self-sacrificing and for me to heal. My true mission. I had discovered the most ambrosial and delectable juice of all. Sango’s broken, loving heart. For me to fix, for me to love, and for me to forever be transfixed by.
Love or not, Miroku was still a man, a man who’s patience was dwindling. Night after night, he would scurry of into the forest to abate his lust for her singularly. Those lonely nights of pumping his dick raw needed to end. So many nights he thought about how she would undress slowly as her clothes slowly draped down to find curvy, supple, and glorious perfection. He could imagine her strong toned thighs wrapped around him, pulling him deeper as she rode her way to heaven. His grasp on her firm ass as he grabbed limitlessly and without repercussion finally, as he explored this new foreign and enticing land. He reminisced on cold nights when she bathed and her rosy buds would perk and peak as he wondered if that’s how they would look like if he were to suckle them, and if they would taste as sweet as she smelled, or as delicious as her breath, or be as soft as her hair, and turn as red as her blush. He wanted to touch her, to know her, to see the look on her face as she came to her first shattering end. He wanted to see behind her mold of purity, and break through it. It wasn’t just a need for sex, it was the need to cement the love he had for her inside her. Even if he died, his mark would be in her heart, in her soul, on her body, and in her broken virginity. He wanted everyone to know that even in death, he loved her more, and better than any one that would ever come, or would ever be. And as luck would have it, fate would deal him a fair and just “hand.”
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