InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Across the Ages ❯ divine gifts ( Chapter 17 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

SeventeenMiroku had known something was up. He'd noticed the surreptitious glances Sango had been casting his way, the blush that covered her cheeks when she was caught. Two nights ago, she thrown the large boomerang onto the floor, saying it was uncomfortable in the bed. Just last night, she'd curled against his back in her sleep.The monk decided he had indeed earned himself a high place in heaven for not taking advantage of that peaceful slumber for quick grope. He toweled his damp hair as he stepped from the bathing chamber, Sango was already in bed. Not pretending to sleep or looking at everything but him. No, tonight her eyes were bright clear and fixed on him.She was sitting against the headboard, knees hugged to her chest. He smiled softly at her, "What is it Sango?" he asked. Immediately a blush lit her cheeks, but her gaze did not waver. She licked suddenly dry lips, "I was just thinking," she admitted, "About the war, and Inuyasha and Kagome, and well....us."He remained silent. He suspected that Inuyasha and Kagome's newfound level of intimacy had something to do with this. Now that they were openly mated, Sango felt more comfortable indulging in her own feelings. As if it might no longer be seen as a burden. It never had. Why it had taken Inuyasha and Sango so long to see that caring and love was an asset was beyond him. He'd confessed his feelings for her on several occasions. It seemed, at long last, she'd heard.Her head ducked and a slight shiver passed through her slim body. "I do not want to give you a promise of always and not be able to keep it, the battle prevents that. But I don't want to die never knowing that either." Miroku crossed the room to sit beside her on the bed. "No need to talk like that Sango. I cannot say who will live and who will fall, but I will give my life to protect you."In that moment, the words being said, the decision was made. Sango threw her arms around him, and hugged him tightly to herself. Small sobs wracked her body as she tried to hide them. Gently, Miroku put her away from him and stared down at her lovely face."There is no need for tears dear Sango, I would never hurt you." he assured her. She shook her head, a small lopsided smile appearing, "I know" she whispered, "It's just that....I.....well.....I um...." Miroku smiled at the top her head, she seemed to find the bedding vastly interesting at the moment. "You don't know what to do? Is that it?" he asked, tone gentle.She nodded, not wanting to meet his gaze. His cursed hand cupped her chin and drew her eyes to him. When he spoke his tone was deadly serious, "Sango, you don't have to do this because I want it, I want YOU to want it just as much. If that is your wish, you have no worries for I shall show you everything."The lump that had formed in her throat refused to budge when she swallowed. The world seemed to narrow to two pools of violet fire that she was not able to look away from. She forced her thoughts together, the result a poorly assembled puzzle, but it was enough. Leaning into his palm, she smiled, "Yes... I want this. I want you." she told him shyly.He knelt between her updrawn knees, pressing his lips to her. Hands wandered from her face to her shoulders to her hips and back again. Slowly, he increased the passion and pressure of the wet caress. Intent to strip away the shields she had erected around herself. He planned to leave her bare and exposed to this storm and in the end he would remain.Sango gasped a bit as his tongue flickered at the seam of her lips. Miroku angled his head, cupped the back of hers and pressed deeper. Sango had never felt such a thing, it was primal, carnal, and very very new. His tongue mapped the interior of her mouth with a slow burning efficiency.Sango let herself go lax against him, her own tongue timidly brushed his and he growled, much like Inuyasha in his throat. He tightened his hold on her and his kiss drowned her. At last she gave in to the playful battle of tongues. A war of dominance that the monk easily won.She moaned slightly at his aggression, liking it very much. Her sounds washed over him, soft though they were, the singed like fire. He wanted more of them, and he'd be getting them. Running his hands down her hips to catch her knees, he pulled her beneath him with a single tug.Sango panted for air as he settled his partial weight on her body. He was warm heaviness between her thighs. Miroku listened to the pants coming from her, as he kissed his way across her jaw and down her throat. Wet, tongue swirling open mouthed kisses. Her taste was warm and sweet, and dark, like chocolate and earth.Sango cried out softly as his lips returned to hers, even as his questing hand moved over her silk covered breast. Skillful fingers found the peak, teasing it to a tight bud of sensation. "Ahhh... Miroku!" she moaned as he pressed a kiss to her ear, nipping at the lobe. Her heart was pounding against his chest."Shhh," he soothed, "It's ok Sango. Just relax, let me love you.". His smooth murmur made her body lose some of it's tension, however her pulse still raced like a thousand demon in her veins. Miroku paused to press his face into the gentle swell of her breasts, inhaling that fragrant valley.Through the silk of her sleeping robe, he could see the pointy peak of her breast. His mouth closed over his, hot and moist. She arched against him, as the damp silk slid over her flesh in raspingly smooth caress. Hot and damp and oh! Chill air rushed over the material following his mouth.Sango's small hands tangled in his hair, tugging the small ponytail away. She cried out again when the silk was tugged open and her body exposed to him. Cool air licked like iced flames across her heated skin. Slowly she pulled her arms from the sleeves. Naked, yes, she thought, here I am naked with the biggest lecher in Japan.... and I can't wait.Miroku kicked his own robe away, revealing his body to her. Of course, she'd seen it often enough, just not ALL of him. It was that ALL that she was looking at right now, with more than a little trepidation. Her eyes flew to his, "Ummm... I don't think that it's going to fit." she blurted out. Miroku held in his chuckled."We'll fit Sango," He promised, "And when I am done, you will beg for it again and again." His eyes were much darker now, his body a toned line of confidence. Sango did not doubt his words in the least. He descended on her again, mouth finding that coral hued peak unerringly and suckling against her until she whimpered beneath him.He took his time, giving equal love to both breasts, returning to her lips, her sensitive throat. She was his now, his to enjoy, his to take. His to hold and protect and if the gods were kind enough to have children with, uncursed children.Sango felt his hand slip across her stomach and then lower and stiffened momentarily. The world caught fire then and she knew that the fire would devour her. Knew, but didn't care. Her head pressed hard against the pillows and she whimpered under his hands.Miroku's questing fingers found her heat. He cupped it lightly and then slid his fingers along the slit, finding the wetness of her growing need. He thumbed the tiny ball of nerves sending her into a writhing frenzy. She clung to him, her grip firm and strong as her head thrashed against the linens.Miroku slid one long finger into her core, feeling the tiny muscles within contract. Latching onto her breast, he worried it lightly with his teeth, even as he pressed higher and deeper within her. Her arduous lifestyle had long since banished the proof of her innocence but the passage remained tight.Miroku shifted himself, trying to relieve the painful pressure of his erection but it wasn't working. There was only on thing that would ease him. To sheathe himself in her body, to let himself revel in the paradise of her passion.He worked her faster, listening to her keening cries as he pumped his hand against her, teasing the nub with the pad of this thumb. She was close so very close, and if he could just get her there, her body would be more receptive to his invasion. It was killing him.It was killing her. She'd never experienced anything like this before. Her own touches seemed primitive and unrefined now. For she had never been so overcome. She clung to him, cried his name, begged for something she couldn't define. Her body trembled and her stomach tightened to a nearly painful state.And then it was over. One tiny flick of his wrist and the coil sprung. She shouted in surprise as the flames rose up and engulfed her. Her body seemed to explode into a thousand points of light and wave after wave of sensation washed over her. She lay panting and sweating when she felt him raise himself over her.She opened her eyes to him even as his tip nudged against her entrance. Keeping eye contact, he slowly pushed up inside of. Her body stretching, elongating to take him in. The feeling was like a slow burn and then he paused. "I am about to take you fully Sango, if you do not want this... you must tell me now." he rasped to her. He prayed to every god he knew and some he might have made up that she wouldn't say no. Not now.She wrapped her arms around him, set her jaw. "I'm ready." He almost sighed his relief as he let his hips fall forward, seating himself to the hilt in the liquid heat of her body. His eyes clenched shut and he dropped his forehead to rest on hers. "Gods that feels good." he whispered.Sango felt pressure and slight pain. Not much else at the moment. Perhaps this was how it was supposed to be? Before she could ask, he began to move. The slick advance and retreat of his body within hers stealing her breath away. Every so often he rolled his hips at an angle and the fire in her body would flare again. All the while whispering erotically encouraging things to her. Slowly he built her back up and when he felt his own climax nearing, he dropped his hand to where they were joined. That magical thumb of his sent her spiraling over the brink and she screamed his name when she shattered among the stars. Light burst behind her eyelids and she arched hard against him. He slammed himself into her, spilling his seed, cursed though it was, deep within her.He held her tightly for a long while afterwards, content to stay within her as he was. Sango slowly came back to herself and idly stroked his hair. Tears filled her eyes. Miroku was such a good man, a gentle man, strong and true. He did not deserve the wretched fate he faced. When anyone else would have bemoaned it and given up hope, he had never done so. Instead, he'd become a solid rock for them all...and despite her many shortcomings, he loved her. It was a humbling gift.Miroku heard the hitch in her breath and lifted his head to look at her. Tears? Not tears! "Sango?" he asked, his voice gentle but unsure. She smiled at him stretching to kiss his brow. "You are so wonderful Miroku. I love you so much." she whispered to him.In that moment, the monk understood the truest gift from heaven. Unconditional love. He'd felt it for others, though at times it was hard but he'd never really expected it to come to him, as he was. Who would have thought that fateful meeting with a foul-mouthed half demon would lead to this? Or that same half demon would keep the woman in his arms from fleeing in shame over perceived mistakes. He knew that Inuyasha was acting on instinct. Sango was a member of his pack and packs remained together... but he silently thanked him for it. He gave Sango a long lingering kiss. "You are my love." he said against her lips, "My only".