InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Able to Please you ❯ Sango said Yes ( Chapter 1 )

Greetings everyone! This is my first one-shot EVER and I do hope you enjoy it! A little back story on what is going on here: Sango has finally agreed to bear Miroku's child, and is scared to death of her first intimate encounter. Miroku is teaching her the ways of intimacy and discovers a gentler, more caring part of himself thanks to Sango.

Well, there's my one-shot in a nutshell. I truly hope you like it and recommend it to others!

 

DISCLAIMER: InuYasha and any other related characters are property of Rumiko Takahashi and Viz Inc. I own nothing. Well, very little.

 

 

 

Sango, sweet Sango, you have finally agreed to bear the child my line needs…Will I be able to please you…?

Miroku shut the hut's door behind them, well aware of the worried look on Sango's face. Her unease was a bit unsettling, but the monk had initially known that he would be teaching her.

“I'm so nervous, so please forgive me in advance. I'll probably be really bad at this.” Sango said, her breathing hurried and her words jerky. She was babbling, and both knew it.

“Well, let's start out with the basics. I'm fairly positive that you've been kissed before. Am I right?” Miroku asked. Sango shook her head in disagreement.

A wave of unexpected possessiveness washed over him, aware that this would be her first time for everything. The two stood several feet apart from each other, making the act of approaching one another all the more ominous. Shrugging lightly, Miroku approached the woman in an almost amused fashion.

“Your unease is unnecessary, you know. You have nothing to be afraid of. I'm going to aid you throughout this whole thing, so don't worry.” Miroku said with a smile, and with that, he descended his lips upon her.

Sango stood stock still for a moment, calculating everything that was going on at the moment. Miroku was kissing her. It was her first kiss! A ripple of pleasure went down her spine, making her shiver. Miroku felt her tremble slightly, and inwardly rejoiced when she cautiously returned the kiss. One of his hands was at the small of her back, the other at the base of her neck. However, Sango was at loss on what to do with her own hands. She tentatively wrapped her arms around his back as Miroku deepened the kiss. He had acted impulsively, forgetting momentarily that she was new to the act of kissing, yet she responded with instinctive fervor.

Miroku had been right before. Sango had smelled of cinnamon. It was strange to him at first, considering must women he encountered had a more flowery scent to them. Yet somehow, Sango's warm and spicy scent was more appropriate for the mood he was in. However, both began to realize their need for air, and Sango pulled her head back quickly. Her eyes were wide as her fingers strayed to her lips. A blush stained her already warm cheeks, and she averted her sight from him.

Still, she could not deny the newfound sense of need that pooled within her. Sango had never felt this way before. A sort of ache had formed at the apex of her thighs, which she had tried to subdue by keeping her legs tightly shut. However, the contact of being in Miroku's arms shocked her and she shuddered. Sango felt her heartbeat increase and she looked up at Miroku again.

When she looked at him again, Miroku could feel his blood race. Had she not realized that her eyes had darkened in desire, that her lips were parted in such a tempting fashion? Miroku had no choice but to lean over and kiss her again. But this time, he did not kiss her with the same gentleness as the first time. This time, he let his mouth assault hers. Sango made a small noise in the back of her throat, a strangled sort of whimper. Such new sensations were attacking her, sending her common sense into a whirl. Yes, this whole `kissing' thing was quite pleasant. Still, the ache between her legs had only gotten stronger, and clamping her thighs shut wasn't really helping anymore. Instinctively, she rocked her hips forward, knowing that whatever she was doing, it was going to ease the now throbbing pain.

Miroku broke the kiss as soon as her hips moved against his. His own physical reaction was immediate, but he was shocked at her boldness. Calming himself slightly, he avoided looking into her clouded eyes and moved to kiss her neck. His lips welcomed the soft flesh of her throat, nipping softly at the base of her ear. Sango gasped, tangling one of her hands into Miroku's hair as she leaned her head back. His mouth trailed down the pale column of her throat, grazing it lightly with his teeth. When he reached her collarbone, he bit down gently, causing Sango to cry out and arch into him. He kissed the now irritated flesh and returned his mouth to hers.

If you continue that, it will be over all too soon…

Sango was having trouble standing. If Miroku had not been holding her tightly, she would have fallen long ago. Her knees trembled as he kissed her, making her wonder how such emotions could come from something that was as common as kissing. The ache at her core had found solace in moving towards Miroku's hips, his desire for her evident. Yet, somehow, kissing wasn't enough to quench the fire inside her now, and it scared her. But oh, how her body cried out for it, whatever it was.

At this rate, Miroku was ready to pin the virgin up against the wall and take her roughly and swiftly, but the better man inside him protested angrily. Reasoning with himself, Miroku hooked his arms around the back of her legs, lifting her up to carry her over to the mat. However, the sensitive part of her matched up perfectly with the throbbing pain he also carried, and he groaned softly. It didn't help when she locked her legs around his hips either.

Sango…please don't stop… Kami, her torture is exquisite…

Soon enough, Miroku laid Sango down on the mat, hovering above her. He steeled himself to stay in control, he was supposed to be teaching her, not ravishing her. Inhaling deeply, Miroku leaned forward and whispered against her throat.

“Are you alright?” He asked gently, thankful that she had finally moved her legs off of his hips. That part of her had just been too close…

Sango could hardly see straight when she heard Miroku speak to her. His lips were at her throat, making small vibrations as he spoke.

“Y…yes…” She managed, her voice deeper than normal.

She knew what came next; she was going to have to disrobe. Her face flushed with embarrassment, though hard to see in the dim light. Before she could begin to state her discomfort, long fingers came up and began to untie the obi around her kimono.

Miroku was undressing her…

My scar, he will be disgusted by it…

Her heart raced as the obi was removed and her kimono opened to reveal more and more, but the need she carried in her heated blood was enough to keep her from pulling her kimono closed.

As he pulled open the garment, he pulled her forward and slid the garment off her arms. He gently placed a kiss on her bare shoulder, soothing any of her fearful notions. He turned to his side, seeing that she had already kicked off her sandals, making things easier for him. With trembling fingers, Miroku reached for her. He could tell by looking at her that she was terrified of being seen naked, especially by another man. He tried to calm her as much as he could, holding her close and kissing her neck softly. Sango clung to him. She would rather be pressed up against him, than to have those wicked violet eyes stare at her bare body.

His hands traveled the length of her back, running slim fingers over the scar that covered most of Sango's back. She shrank in his arms, embarrassed and ashamed of her ugliness.

“You are repelled by my scars, aren't you?” Sango said, her voice dead with bitterness. Miroku traced the silvery skin of the scar tissue, making sure Sango was looking him square in the eye.

“Your body is beautiful, and I worship ever inch of you. Your scars could never take away from your beauty.” He reassured her firmly but gently. Sango looked grateful.

Miroku coaxed her to lay back down, his eyes taking in everything. He willed himself to memorize every dip and curve of her body, pleased to finally see where those slender legs went. Her limbs were long and thin, pale flesh stained with the rosy flush of passion. Miroku's eyes traveled upward as he admired the swell of her bosom, violet orbs flashing when he noticed the mark on her collarbone where he bit her previously. All of her was so enticing, so alluring, Miroku strived to keep his cool. However, Sango hid her eyes from him, too embarrassed to watch him as he watched her.

Silently, while her eyes were averted, he removed his own clothes. Miroku had secretly wished she would be the one to do it for him, eager to feel those trembling hands undress him…

Once finished, Miroku leaned over and brushed his lips over hers, laying his body against hers as well. Sango's eyes opened quickly as the flame inside her raged with ferocity. The feeling of heated skin against skin was overpowering, knowing that if she tipped her hips up just a little bit…

Oh Kami, this ache will surely consume me…

Before Miroku could ease her into a more heated kiss, she had threaded her fingers in his hair and placed her mouth over his own. Things were going quite fast now, his hands traveling up and down her torso, pausing to stroke at her breasts or to slid down the tempting curve of her hip, while in return, Sango clawed slightly at his back, issuing forth soft moans and gasps as she arched into him.

Sango was reaching her first climax and both knew it, but Sango had only a vague idea of it. To spur her on, Miroku trailed one of his hands down the length of her frame, sliding a finger between her folds to stroke the tiny little bud that held her release. He slowly circled the bud with his finger, watching how her reaction was much more intense than her previous ones. He pinched it suddenly, feeling her arch up furiously.

His own body was much to aroused for this to continue, but he slipped a finger into her opening. Her eyes opened wide and she made a gasping sort of noise. Miroku stroked her from the inside, watching her eyes darken and cloud over even more. Her hands clawed at him, leaving marks on his chest and back. With a shuddery motion, Sango arched up and cried out, soon collapsing onto the mat. Her breathing was still irregular, but the ache inside her hadn't really gone away. She felt as if she wasn't completely finished, and for good reason.

Miroku had watched her reach her peak, and knew that he couldn't keep his control for much longer. Her reactions were so pure, so intense. As soon as she looked up at him, he locked eyes with her.

“Are you sure you want this? You can back out now.” Miroku said in a strained voice, well aware that if she said no, no cold dip in the lake could ever soothe his need for her. It never did. Sango's eyes held certain warmth and she nodded.

“If you're sure, then kiss me. Seal the deal.” Miroku said in complete seriousness. Sango looked into his eyes, and took hold of his right arm. Miroku was confused, it didn't appear as if she was going to kiss him…

…Sango…?

She held his hand open and facing her, and she looked at the glove covering the Wind Tunnel. Sango traced the blue prayer beads lightly, and then placed her lips over the clothed void on his palm. Miroku's eyes went wide; it felt as if she had done the most erotic and sensual thing ever. It was because of his impairment that they were in this position to begin with. With her consent, he kissed her brow and whispered to her.

“It will only hurt for a moment. I promise.”

He swiftly entered her, and tears pricked her eyes as her virginal barrier broke.

Oh Kami, how I've waited to feel this, to feel her…

Yes, it did hurt, but the pain lessened when she moved her hips along with him. After a moment, the pain died away, leaving only growing pleasure in its wake. Their pace quickened, both feeling their release approaching. Sango lifted her head and kissed Miroku's collarbone. The feeling of her touching him on her own accord and surrounding him pushed him over the edge, and she soon followed, voices mingling as they cried out one another's names as he spilled himself into her.

Collapsing onto her, Miroku lifted his head and admired the small smile on Sango's face. He removed himself from her, not realizing that they had their fingers entwined. He chuckled softly to himself, and rolled off Sango, laying at her side and pulling her close to his warmth. She sighed and rested her head between his neck and shoulder as he wrapped a blanket around them. Lifting her head up softly, Sango kissed Miroku before returning to her original position and falling asleep. Miroku smiled, curious to see Sango's reaction tomorrow morning. Laughing softly to himself, Miroku kissed the female's hair and closed his eyes, waiting for sleep to claim him.

Sango, sweet Sango…Will I be able to please you, again…?

 

 

~fin