Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction / InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Summer Nights ❯ Spread by the winds ( Chapter 2 )

Summer Nights

Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha. Even my shirt is on loan. Don't sue me.

Disclaimer: This is my first lemon. Expect it to suck. Don't hurt me.

Sango was floating on the wings on pleasure.

Miroku held her close to his lean lithe body, his lips a surprising contrast of soft and hard, as his tongue fenced with hers in a teasing manner. She knew now that the gropes he had given her were only a small outlet of his passion, for now his hand boldly cupped her buttocks, his fingers leaving indentations in her cheeks. The other hand cupped her face, his fingers skimming along her features. He groaned almost continuously as they floated, as the air cushion they stood on shifted, causing Sango to grind her heat against him.

"Sango," he breathed huskily as he dragged her bottom lip over his teeth, "do you know how long I have lusted after you? Then how long I've loved you?"

She shivered as his words cascaded over her. Just like her dream…

"Sango, I know that there are times that you don't feel like a woman. You've been a fighter first for all your life," he continued, licking and nicking her jaw as he slowly made his way to her collarbone.

She pressed herself closer to him, even as she threw her head back to allow his nibbling to continue.

"But these," he sighed, as he hefted the considerable weight of her breasts.

'She must be mad if she never thought herself a woman carrying these,' he mused to himself as his mouth slowly wandered to her chest. He paused, his breath hot on her rising nipple, which created a small tent in her kimono.

"These are all the proof you need," he moaned, before latching his mouth on the eager nub.

Sango arched her back, ramming her hips onto his happy protrusion, her hands clutching his shoulders for dear life. Her throat worked soundlessly as her mind struggled to find the word she needed to utter. A stubborn warmth blossomed in the juncture of her thighs, making it hard to do anything but feel her desire.

"Miroku!" she screamed, her mind and body finally working as one again.

That cry drove Miroku's lust to a previously unknown level. The late nights spent trying to resist the urge to relieve himself after riding behind Sango, her ass jostled into his crotch by Kirara's stride. The days he spent beating his hands so that they would hurt too much to even try to grope her. The many times he just gave in to his desires, and groped her sweet flesh to his heart's content, ignoring the abuse. All of those moments collided in his head, loosing a feral groan from his diaphragm.

"Sango, I want you," he growled, pulling her face towards him to gaze into her eyes. He let his control slip, allowing the new and intense feelings to rage through him. His eyes turned into violet-colored abysses as he felt her response.

'Oh Kami, yes! She wants me, she wants me, Shippou was right!'

Sango licked her lips once, twice, vaguely wondering when they had gone so dry. What did she say in her dream?

"Then take me, Miroku. Take me and fill me and let me be yours forever. You do not have to be a monk anymore."

"Will you bear my child, koitori?" he asked, his voice quavering. His new instincts demanded that he ask her this question, and her answer was beyond all importance.

"I will bear you many children, and they shall travel over all lands like the winds, koikaze."

Sango will never know what made her say that under Miroku's gaze, but she knew she had said the right thing when his eyes lit up like an amethyst, just before he crashed his lips down on hers.

Somehow the wind managed to undo her obi as they floated along on the air cushion. Zephyrs came by and caressed her blazing body, weaving under the fabric of her kimono and yukata to cool her legs, her arms, her stomach, her back…and yet, instead of a mere formless breeze, it felt like Miroku's fingers, which couldn't be right, because they were traveling to her…

Sango gasped as a long digit dipped into her secret well, swirling in the scalding hot waters that pooled there. A thicker, harder digit pressed against her front searchingly, until her pleasure-filled moan announced that he'd found what he was searching for. She threw her head back as the digit made her secret pearl roll this way and that, her mind cloudy as the desire descended on her like a fog. Another slim digit joined its brother in her tunnel, then another, stretching her pleasantly.

Miroku couldn't stop his actions as he watched her squirm on his fingers. He knew what Shippou had told him, but to actually see it…

'She moves like a dancer when she's so close,' he mulled, as he pressed the little bump again. A sudden image filled his head, a memory from one of the times that Kagome had gone back to her time and the others were at the well moping for her to return.

He took his other hand from her face to fondle the thick nipples of her twin globes through her rough binding cloth. It amazed him that the fabric was able to contain this amount of flesh. He used a small breeze to tease the cloth loose, stopping after each layer to graze his teeth lovingly over the flesh being exposed. Suddenly, they were free, and Miroku could barely concentrate enough to keep the air cushion beneath them steady.

He placed a hot wet kiss on one nipple, then the other, and they greeted him like servants welcoming a kind master home. The skin around them flushed coral pink, betraying the origin of her name. As he suckled them, he moved her hands from his shoulders.

A suspiciously curious wind slipped the kimono from her shoulders, smoothing down her body as it whisked the clothes away. She barely took notice of Miroku raising first one hand, then the other, until she observed a fluttering blur of purple and blue from the corner of her eyes.

'How did he do that without breaking stride,' she pondered, even as a delicious wave of pleasure rippled through her.

He slowly pushed her down and backwards to lie on the air cushion, never stopping his ministrations. Her hands wandered over the pale marble flesh, flicking the pebbles of his nipples. Her hands wandered lower, brushing the proof of Miroku's desire.

Miroku groaned loudly as he crushed her with his weight, trapping her hand on his length and his fingers in her tightness. He called cold winds to blow over him, trying to regain his willpower.

She shivered as the icy gusts raged around her, her passion rising to plateaus unknown. She remembered one day she had gone to bathe alone, since Kagome had gone back to her time. She had decided on a cold bath, having spent most of the day practicing with her Hiraikotsu. The cold water of the stream on her overheated skin was sinfully pleasurable, and she'd touched herself all over, enjoying the feel.

"You were a very naughty girl that day," his voice whispered in her ear.

"N-nani?" she gasped. No, he couldn't have…

"I watched you, as you stretched on the grass to dry. I watched you, as you used your little fingers to touch your woman's treasure. You rubbed so hard that day, but it only left you frustratingly close. It did the same thing to me as I watched you," he cooed, as his sharp teeth nipped and soothed their way down her muscled stomach…were the canines longer than she thought?

"I wanted it to be my hand in that tight opening. I wanted it to be my finger on your pearl. I wanted it to be my hand pulling and squeezing your breasts," he murmured as he mimicked the motions he'd seen her use that day.

She didn't know what made her orgasm first, his lustful words or his bewitching actions. She shook like a sapling before a storm, her scream torn from her throat by the eager wind. It fluttered away; eager to tell the world the name of the entity that had created such pleasure in her treacherous body.

Miroku watched each shake and tremble, his eyes burning like an amethyst before a fire. He watched her as she rode the orgasm with the same skill she rode Kirara, bucking and writhing in tune with each pulse of pleasure. Suddenly he couldn't take it any longer.

"Sango, this will hurt," he announced as he pulled his drenched fingers out, licking them clean as he poised his rigid need on the lip of her dark well. He lifted himself to his knees, allowing the moonlight to spill onto his dream. The light reflected in her eyes, shading them chestnut brown. Her nipples and breasts flared up and out, her long jet tresses cascading behind her in the air, her skin ran white and pink like a true coral. She heaved shallowly, causing her chest to rise and fall in a hypnotic rhythm.

"Pain comes before pleasure," she breathed in response, suddenly impatient for the feel of the silky rod she stroked in her deepest crevice. "Kuso, Miroku take it!"

He needed no more urging as he pressed into her.

'So Kami-beloved tight!' he sighed inwardly, 'So wet, so tight, and mine!'

He felt her stiffen below him as her barrier crumbled before his onslaught. He kissed away the tears that spilled down her cheek.

"I'm so sorry koibito, so sorry."

Sango, however, took the initiative, despite the pain. She distracted both of them by slipping her small tongue through the hoop of his right ear to trace his earlobe. As Miroku panted in delight, she switched to the other ear, which proved to be just as sensitive. As Miroku shuddered under her attentions, she experimented with the small flame of pleasure blooming in her center.

Miroku couldn't believe it when her passage clenched him hard, then released. He felt it again. Then again.

He was driven mad.

Sango started to shriek in delight at his powerful thrust, but his mouth claimed hers and swallowed the cry. Each thrust breached her passage and forced her wider. Each plunge caused her internal walls to undulate. Each plunge drove the air out of her lungs. She loved every minute of it.

Miroku held up, dragging her hips to his sharply. He ground his staff into her, starting a harsh rhythm that caused waves of pleasure to crash over them.

'That patch of skin just below her throat is suddenly so alluring,' Miroku pondered, considering the flesh closely. 'I just feel the need to…'

Miroku bared his teeth, long canines hanging over his lip. He grazed the area once, and Sango felt the tension shudder near the breaking point. Suddenly his teeth punctured the skin just above her collarbone. Her sharp cry of pain changed to one of pleasure as he lapped her blood, soothing the vicious bite. Before Sango knew what was happening, a tsunami of pleasure drowned her, washing her voice over board. Her hands raked their way down Miroku's back, piercing the surprisingly resilient skin. Her tunnel collapsed, squeezing with all its strength, milking her mate with the ferocity of a newborn.

Miroku felt the nails in his back, and howled as he rejoiced. He pumped her canal full, never breaking stride as he thrust his seed into her. A vague comforting thought crossed his mind before everything went black.

'We're together forever. I just know it.'

It took many minutes before either of them could move. Miroku called the winds to gather their scattered clothing, using them as a blanket over their bed of air. Miroku was eager to discover the depths of Sango's passion, but he considerately slipped out of he and rolled his weight off of her chest.

What he didn't expect was the slap.

"Itai! What did I do wrong?"

"You peeked at me during a…private moment! And how did you know exactly how I dreamed of giving up my virginity?"

"I couldn't help watching you, you're the most beautiful thing alive! And the dream…well, ask Shippou how he got it out of Kirara."

"I am so going to kill those two! If that kit hadn't told me you were a total virgin I'd think you watched me then ran off to some loose woman!"

"How did he know that?!"

"He overheard you talking to Kirara, but..."

"I'll use their tails as staff ornaments!"

Sango grasped his angry face with her hands, nipping his bottom lip hard, then soothing the area with her light tongue.

"But the important thing is that it was amazing. Arigatou, koikaze," she murmured, rubbing her nose over his.

He smirked arrogantly at that. The twitching in certain muscles drove him to ask one final question.

"Hmm, koitori, can you apply the stamina you display during battle to lovemaking?"

Sango grinned like a hungry man at a feast as her lips descended on his.