InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Continuing Lessons ❯ Chapter 11 ( Chapter 11 )

Continuing Lessons:

 

Chapter 11

 

Miroku's POV

The morning air was so sweet and crisp as I walked casually to the river, it wasn't so difficult, but the cold stickiness lining my inner robe was bothersome. I knew that I would have to relieve myself again; the nearly constant rigidness of my cock was something I had gotten used to over the years. I recalled a time when I was younger that I had nearly rubbed myself raw. I suppose I was still in the very early stages of my self exploration and had not clearly understood the necessity of lubricant, then again it was always difficult to keep my lubricating substances from absorbing into the cloth on my right hand, thus leaving me with the original problem of insufficient lubrication. I mused to myself, drawing nearer to the water; that was why I had also become proficient with both of my hands. The developed skill of my left hand did of course come in handy for other occasions.

I smirk at my own pun as I finally reach the cool waters. I undo my robes, and my cock with a mind of its own, became fully erect at the prospect of the pleasurable episode it will be experiencing soon. The cool water is not something I want on my heated flesh just yet; I retrieve the small bottle of sandalwood oil from a pocket of my robe and place my inner robe in the water; washing away my lustful evidence, ringing out the excess water and draping over a nearby branch. The robe will unfortunately stay damp for sometime, but it will not be dripping too badly on the return journey to Kaede's. The village itself is not that far away, we will make it by midday, sooner if Sango lets Kiara carry us. Opening the oil, I let a few drops accumulate in the palm of my hand, steadily rubbing it into my harden flesh. I decided to draw out my pleasure as long as I could, bringing myself nearly to peak then slowing down again until my blood cooled, then beginning again. While I was waiting for my robes to dry, all I had was time, so why not make the most of it. The others should be asleep for awhile yet. There is no need to hurry my passion like an overeager adolescent.

Continuing my selected pattern, I let my free hand ghost across my exposed skin. The slight pull of my nipples: circle, press, pinch, then continuing on to the other. Tracing lower across my abdomen, following the path of hair, passing over the head of my cock, pinching it slightly as I continue to thrust into my other hand; smoothing down the shaft to cup the sacs underneath. Gently rolling and pressing against the slightly rougher patch of flesh just behind them. I cannot continue for much longer, I feel the pull of my panting chest, the coiling tightness in my lower belly and the cool dampness of my sweat slicked skin. I grit my teeth tightly, to keep myself from moaning too loudly as I let the pleasure wash over me. Relaxed, I finally move to the water, slipping easily beneath the gently moving surface, washing quickly. It is going to be a lovely day.

 

Sango's POV

 

It wasn't the rising temperature, the early morning call of the White-eyes *, or the eternal clock that has awoken me the same time everyday for as far back as I could remember. No this day was different; looking at the rising sun, I know that it had only been maybe a half an hour since Miroku left camp, but I felt refreshed like I had slept another three hours. I felt a clarity that I have never felt before. I am an independent, warrior-woman and I am going to make my own choices regardless of the criticism I may receive. I am going to explore all that life has to offer, I am going to live for me. I regret all the time I have lost, cowering in confusion, losing precious moments when I could have been living and not just surviving. Death is evitable I know, but I am determined to start taking pleasure in being alive. Maybe I will marry one day, maybe not, maybe I will have a hundred different lovers at my beck and call, and maybe I will lay with a woman, a man, maybe both. I can feel my skin flushing with the limitless possibilities. The only question now is where shall I begin.

I licked my lips, and decided that washing my mouth out and washing the sleep from my eyes was the best place to start. Figuring Miroku was probably on his way back by now I headed off to the river. The calmness of the early morning eased my soul, feeling light as a feather I fluttered toward my destination. Not wanting to disturb the quiet, I suppressed the urge to sing. The beautiful landscape abruptly ended with the appearance of a very naked monk pleasuring himself at the rivers edge. I stood transfixed as I watched the hoshi pump at the flesh between his thighs. I knew I should turn away, but I could not. Rooted to the ground with my mouth and eyes wide, it was obvious that Miroku had no issues with the sins, Kagome's words reinforced themselves in my still skittish mind; if a man could do that and not be dammed then so can I. A few moments later a stream of whitish fluid flew from his body as he panted quietly, darting behind the nearest tree I tried to assimilate what I had just witnessed. I don't understand why my heart is pounding so fast, I feel wetness at my center again, damm this body; it doesn't even give me any warning.

I turn on my heel and run a short distance up the river, the bend in the river and the trees block the naked man from my sight and I undress quickly, jumping in the water. Knowing that the monk is still close, I wash quickly and get dressed, I hear the jangling of Miroku's staff just as I finish tying my hair back, he greets me casually, but a faint trace of pink touches his face. I return his greeting not giving away anything. I notice the tension leave his shoulders; Miroku still believes that his activities remain a secret. We head back toward camp and discuss the shortest route back to the village.

 

Shippo's POV

I awoke feeling a little sweaty from all the fur of Kiara combined with my clothes and my tail that I curled up in. I was still a little embarrassed about Miroku tripping over me when I was…a mess. I am still concerned over Kagome, I hope she is alright. Kiara stretches in the large form; we are heading back toward the village today, so I start cleaning up the camp. Both Miroku and Sango are both missing, but they are probably just at the river. Kiara transforms back into the little kitten form and roots around the fire pit looking for a bit of leftovers for breakfast. I'm not terribly starving this morning so I grab a few Himono out of my vest and chew on them. I should have saved some of Kagome's future food. I love all the sweets she brings me, I liked the dried meat too, all except the hot peppery ones; those make me sneeze. A few minutes later Miroku and Sango both come into view, some tension leaves my back that I didn't even know was there. Having almost everything picked up by the time Sango and Miroku return to camp gives us an early morning start, as we head for the village.

 

 

 

 

Kouga's POV

What the Hell? Was this a trick? A trap? Where the hell did mutt face go? I sniffed the well, searched the surrounding area, they were just gone. I retraced my steps; I could smell the village not too far off. On one end of the landscape there was one of the biggest trees I had ever seen. I ran over to it, this whole area was saturated with the scents of dog face and his pack. Suddenly the scent of old blood caught my attention and I moved closer to the tree. Inu Yasha's scent soaked through the bark into the very tree itself. Is this the one he was talking about? The one the dead priestess had pinned him too? Sure enough on the top half of a worn patch of bark was a small hole. I moved back into the clearing towards the well, I guess there wasn't anything to do but wait, I might as well call Ginta, Hakkuku and the rest of the wolves to me and wait for the demon huntress, the kit and the monk to show up. I braced my hands against the smooth wood of the well and howled to the sky, listening intently for the call of my pack; I called them again and gave them my location. I caught the wolves cry back and knew that they would be here shortly.

 

Inu Yasha's POV

 

I don't know how long I crouched in the bathroom of the Higrashi Shrine, the early morning light gained strength from the sun and heat began to beat at the windows. I wouldn't let her go, my mate, my Kagome. Even when I felt my ear get torn and the warm blood began to pump onto my skull; not even when the slaps to my head and face turned into desperate clawing motions that tore my skin and hair; I couldn't even defend myself, I deserved Kagome's mother's anger, her anxiety, her infinite confusion. Kagome's mother finally ceased her physical abuse to me and went directly into the attempt to pull Kagome out of my arms, her weak desperation to separate me from my mate. My demon blood had finally had enough of her violence and I snarled at my mate's mother, taking a quick release of my mate with one arm and struck out at my tormentor. I felt the rendering of fabric, the quick intake of breath, the unmistakable stench of fear; my only saving grace was that I did not also cut her skin. Kagome's mother had fallen to the floor, her fingers grasping at the torn fabric of her shirt. When our eyes finally met I could see something that I never believed I could see from Kagome's mother. HATE.

 

To Be Continued…..

*Japanese White-eye. Bird Native to Japan.