InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Intended Mate ❯ While you were Mating; what happened to Miroku and Sango ( Chapter 5 )

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

Finally the inu-couple are mated. All the way. Oh yeah, ba-bee! I knew it would have to happen sooner or later but don't think the story is anywhere near done yet.
I also knew this chapter had to happen for the sake of the characters threatening to have my head on a pike. Woof! This penpaninu would not be a good decorative piece, promise!
 
Disclaimer: Penpaninu does not claim Inuyasha but does claim to be inu.
 
“Intended Mate” chapter five
or alternate title: “While you were Mating: What happened to Miroku and Sango”
 
Shippou: hey what about me! I should hit a growth spurt and get my own adult show going on! I'm always left in the dark! You only leave me with Kirara! (I love pocky!)…
 
Miroku: can you let me have my one big scene in peace or what??
 
Sango: …….
 
Uhm, erm…. On with the story!
 
 
Shippou skipped ahead of Sango and Miroku and whistled as they climbed down the path towards the nearby village. His nose twitched, losing traces of Kagome as they climbed further and further down but he let it go. He was far too young to smell anything related to that, that in question being adult mating stuff.
 
Sango cradled Kirara in one arm as they walked along, her sandals tapping against the rocky path. Group fundings were low, meaning that they would either camp near the village, or Miroku would try his hardest to `exorcise' an inn or house for their room and board. Being the unmarried couple, they would have to room Shippou as well.
Just as well. Being glum needed company and there would be no way anything would happen with Shippou in the room as it was.
 
Miroku sighed, his hand dangling in front of him as he followed Sango. An unasked for opportunity literally presented itself and they were stuck with a child in their midst. Why did Buddha hate his path so? Sweet curvy Sango would be in the same room and he could not try to win her heart! The gods hated him, Miroku thought with a light sigh. Maybe he could charm a few serving girls instead.
 
An hour later, after inquiring at quite a few manors, Miroku had acquired a room at a second rate inn for his traveling companions. `I would have liked to have gotten Sango a room at the lord's manor,' he thought in regret. Were his charismatic skills deteriorating? Say it isn't so, Buddha!
 
Sango set her traveling pack and Hiraikotsu down in a corner and sat on her legs in the center of the room. Shippou giggled and ran around the tiny room before he crashed into Sango's lap. Sango allowed a small smile, running her hand through the kitsune's bright red hair. Miroku slid shut the door and set his priest's staff next to Hiraikotsu, joining Sango.
 
“The owner said he'd send someone to bring our meal,” he murmured quietly. Sango stiffened and shot him a mistrustful look.
 
“I imagine he did,” she said dryly, making Miroku sweatdrop.
 
`What is she so upset for? Of course the owner would send someone to bring supper!' Miroku stammered in his head, clutching the beads around his right hand in supplication.
Those weren't the thoughts Sango was having. `Slim and tarted up serving girls with their yukatas tied half up their thighs. Houshi-sama would just love that!'
 
Shippou, feeling his fate being sealed if he got too close to the confrontation, sidled to the corner of the room as the shoji door slid open.
 
Sango groaned inwardly. Of course it would be a serving girl. And two at that. Why, why did the gods hate her so? She sat there as the girls set three trays down, giggling at Miroku's usual flirtations. The monk wasn't stooping to touch them yet, he must really want to get alone time with them! Sango's brain wilted and she stared listlessly at the carefully arranged dinner tray.
 
“Oh it is true, they have a kitsune!” The younger of the two serving girls giggled as Shippou darted forward and knelt before one of the large trays.
 
Shippou turned his nose up and grinned madly, sensing a flirtation all just for himself. “My name's Shippou! You can count on me for protection.” The foxcub's teeth glinted in a grin and the girl squealed.
 
The other girl, who was a few years older, was focusing on Miroku.
“Houshi-sama, if there's anything else you need…anything at all…you just call for me. My name's Yuriko,” she blushed as Miroku took her hand.
 
“I'll remember you, Yuriko…and if you cant' sleep, or you feel you aren't safe….you know where I'm staying,” he grinned. Yuriko blushed prettily, much to Sango's irritation.
 
“Hai, Houshi-sama….” She murmured. Sango slammed down her chopsticks, startling the pair. Miroku frowned alittle, concerned for the outburst. Was….Sango going to brain him in front of the lovely specimen? His hand was itching to touch as it was, and he was being good so as not to anger her! Miroku tensed, ready for a punch or a Hiraikotsu in the head.
 
“Sake.” Sango said curtly. Yuriko looked confused.
 
“Ma'am?”
 
“SAKE. Or can you not understand a request?” Sango growled. Yuriko got up in a flash, blushing. She wanted more of the priest's company, but an order was an order, and besides the woman was scary!
 
“Yes, of course….come on, Mae,” Yuriko said. Mae pouted and followed her senior. Shippou waved nonchalantly and polished off his meal quickly.
 
“Heh, did you see that, Sango? She liked me!” he grinned. Sango smiled for the kitsune.
 
“Of course I did, Shippou-chan. Maybe you can take her for a walk later.”
 
Shippou looked serious. “Think I might…. “
 
Miroku began to sweat behind his calm façade. Just what was that woman thinking? First ordering sake, then planning a legitimate way for Shippou to be out of the room. He could hardly dare to hope with the dark ominious storm cloud gathering in the small inn room.
 
Mae was the one who brought in the sake and cups. Shippou cleared his throat and asked the girl if she would like to step out for a walk or so with him. Mae smiled prettily and nodded. They made a strange sight, a thin eleven-year old girl and a very tiny kitsune boy. He only came up to her knee, but she still blushed down at him. Shippou led her out of the room manfully and out of the inn.
 
Sango looked at Miroku blankly and lifted the sake jug. Miroku took it from her and poured for both of them. Sango lifted her glass to her lips and waited for Miroku to do the same. Miroku lifted his and drained his cup in a single gulp. Satisfied, Sango sipped hers, then drained it in the same manner.
 
They continued on in this way until the jug was half empty. Miroku sighed, daring to smile as his face turned red in intoxication. He was getting close to his limit and it felt good. Hopefully Sango would agree. Looking at her flushed face, she looked intensely unhappy. Miroku gulped.
 
“Sango…are you okay?” he asked quietly. Sango finished her glass and gasped, blushing harder.
 
“I'm just fine! Pour me some more,” she commanded. Miroku sighed and did as told.
 
“You just looked upset… was it those serving girls?”
 
Sango shook her head rapidly. “No! It's not them or all the other women or Kagome being mated or….” She stopped babbling and rubbed her head. “What was I saying, houshi-sama?”
 
Miroku brought his left hand to her forehead. “Sango, you're already drunk.”
 
Sango smacked a fist against his chest. Miroku gritted his teeth at the strength behind it. “Stop touching me! You always touch me…” she gasped.
 
Miroku brought his hand back. “My apologies, Sango…you just..okay we're going to stop drinking now,” he murmured. Sango put her hand over his.
 
“Why don't you like me, Houshi-sama?” she slurred. Miroku froze and looked at her.
 
“Why do you think I don't like you?” Sango swam in his vision.
The exterminator giggled and leaned against his chest.
 
“You don't touch me alone, you touch everyone. I don't want that…I just want….”
 
Miroku's hands rubbed over her back. “Like that?” he blinked, shocked as she sank into his touch instead of whacking him.
 
“Hmm,” Sango smiled and nuzzled against him. “I like that…”
 
Miroku stammered and rested his hands on her rear. She wasn't even complaining about that! She nuzzled his neck and rose up in his lap, lips near his.
 
“Sango….” His hands touched her shoulders. “You don't really want me.You're just drunk,” he said sadly. A range of emotions flickered across the exterminator's face and she blushed.
 
“Yes I do! I want you so don't go anywhere…” she slurred and bent over, coughing. Alarmed, Miroku patted her back.
 
“Sango! Daijobu?” he asked. Sango weakly nodded.
 
“Please…don't go anywhere…” she murmured, collapsing with her head in his clothed lap. Miroku sighed at the tent she caused in his robes and she was comatose at the time. He nudged her shoulders.
 
“Come on, Sango, sit up…” he whispered, pulling her to lean against him. She giggled with her eyes closed and batted at the air.
 
“Ya can't have im, he's mine,” she laughed. Miroku flushed harder and held her against his shoulder with one arm.
 
“I'll put you to bed, just sleep it off,” he gasped as she held onto him for dear life, rubbing against his arousal. Sango stopped moving, and looked at his red face, stunned.
 
“Did…..I do that?” At his nod, she smiled widely. Apparently groping while being drunk was okay in her book and she held his clothed hardness in one hand. Miroku leaned back on his hands and gasped.
 
“Houshi-sama is finally speechless,” Sango giggled. Miroku raised an eyebrow at her.
 
“It's only because….uhhhm… you have never done this,” he demurred. Sango crawled closer, her yukata tangling over her thighs and settled on his body.
 
“I want you, Miroku….” His heart quickened as she never called him by his name. Just the honorific of his title. He patted her shoulders as she lay full against him.
 
“Sango…” he whispered, leaning up to kiss her. He was the far more experienced of the two of them so he led the movement of lips and tongue. Sango whined in his mouth and Miroku smiled lazily, rolling over on top of her. He parted her robes with practiced ease and she squirmed beneath him, nudging his erection with thighs and hands.
 
Miroku gazed at her glorious body with hardly any practice ease at all. How long had he wanted this? How long since he had fallen for her? Her sweet curves enticed him and he stared down at all she revealed to him. Beautiful light skin slightly marred in odd places with small scars. Her life's trade was a dangerous business and he counted quite a few lines of puckered flesh as he looked her up and down.
Sango's busy hands got his attention. She was touching his groin and pouting at the robes in the way. He took her hands and helped her untie his garment. It fanned down around them and he blushed as Sango got an eyeful.
 
He leaned down slowly with a serious look in his eyes and kissed her. She hugged his neck, pulling him down against her. Miroku's wandering hand drifted over her breasts and down her soft belly. Sango gasped as his groping fingers found her core. He lightly stroked against her, feeling her wetness. The alcohol was making him lose his usual control and the priest widened her thighs and arched to kneel between them.
 
“This will hurt, my sweet,” he murmured. Sango paid no attention to the warning in her intoxicated state and she pulled on his back, purring his name. Miroku probed against her experimentally and thrust hard, breaking her maidenhead.
Sango clung to Miroku, eyes closed and gasping softly in pain. Miroku moved back and forth slowly, sweat beaded on his brow. Sango moved back against him and they moved to a fast but explosive orgasm. Miroku lay against his beloved and murmured a soft expression of adoration.
 
Miroku pulled out of her as Sango dozed off and set up a futon for them. Cradling her close, he too closed his eyes.
 
* * * *
 
Shippou walked down the hallway and hearing some rather disturbing sounds from the room he was sharing with his friends, decided to make a hasty retreat back outside. He could sleep by the front door! Damn adult business….
 
* * * *
 
Sango awoke first, and finding herself one, laying at Miroku's side, and two that they were both naked, she blushed instead of reaching for Hiraikotsu. Her head ached from last night but some activities had cleared her body of nausea and sickness. She was sore…her thighs hurt…. Did they sleep together?
 
Miroku opened his eyes and smiled softly. “Good morning, my sweet,” he purred. Sango pulled the covers to her breasts and blushed.
 
Things would definitely take getting used to. But…. “Miroku….” She began. Miroku's eyes lit up that she would call him by his name again, forgoing the title altogether.
 
“Yes, Sango?” he asked, propping himself up on his elbows. She pressed a hand against his chest and pushed him down.
 
“Next time, take me so I can remember everything we did…” she blushed. Miroku's brows raised.
 
“Does this mean…you want me for another time?” he hardly dared to hope, his usual confidence stripped away and leaving him exposed.
 
Sango nodded rapidly, hugging the covers to her. “I do want to again…. But you can only have me. Nobody else.”
 
“Sango…”
 
“I mean it, Miroku! Or should I call you Houshi-sama?” she retorted. Blind panic spread across Miroku's face. To never again be near his soft Sango?
 
“No one will feel my manhood, you have my promise,” he vowed. Sango frowned.
 
“Or your hands.”
 
“Or…my hands….. Sango, why are you making me say all this?”
 
“Just say it! Or your sweet words…or your lips…”
 
“I promise all of the above for you and you alone….” Miroku promised.
 
Sango leaned against him for a kiss. “Good because I won't have you if I have to share…”
 
“Sango….”
 
“Ow! This is your fault, Miroku! That hurt!” Sango whined, shifting her thighs. Miroku laughed lightly.
 
“Perhaps we should practice on this…”
 
End for now
 
You can tell my enthusiasm is more for Kagome and Inuyasha. I do like the idea of Miroku and Sango as a couple and resolved to get them together in the course of this fic, but I tried to make it interesting. I hope I don't disappoint Miroku and Sango fans out there.
Or Shippou fans! I felt sorry for the kid myself (laughing) Review if you liked it please, I want input!
 
Sincerely penpaninu 9/06/05