InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ InuErotica ❯ Bound - Again! [NC-17] (Mir/San) ( Chapter 4 )

 

A/N: Takes place after the events of the story Bound, in which Miroku and Sango deepen their relationship. Was written to accompany a wonderful pic of Miroku `all tied up' by Druihd. Originally written and published without the naughty ending. Apologies for messing with the reality of how ancient Japanese monk's robes were fashioned. I took some creative liberties on that score for expediency in writing. Also, please pardon my little OOCness, but the picture just cried out for a raunchy romp. Thanks once again to Fenikkusuken for a beta read and suggesting yet a few more bits of raunch to add at the end. Druihd's Site: h ttp ://d ruihd.d eviantart.c om/ Alterfano's Site (for Druihd's pic of the bound up monk): h ttp://alter fano.livejournal. com/31852. html (no spaces)

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Bound - Again[NC-17]

 

It was late morning when the villager found the group of demon-hunting travelers in search of Naraku. Breathlessly, he told them of a frightening demon terrorizing his village during the dark hours of the night. The victims never uttered a cry of pain but were found reduced to a pile of bones by morning. He begged for the band to help eradicate the beast. The hanyou was nervous about taking time away from their search for Naraku, whereas the houshi saw a new opportunity. They stood in the middle of the road to discuss their options.

 

“We don't have time for this,” InuYasha said predictably.

 

“Of course, we must find Naraku,” Miroku said reasonably. “But we also have an obligation to assist those in need of our help along the way.” He glanced at Sango to see her looking at him with mischief in her eyes. She was thinking along the same lines as he and it warmed his heart. “InuYasha, there is no need for you to bother with this errand, why don't Sango and I take care of this demon tonight? We'll take Kilala and rejoin you in the morning.” Sango blushed and looked pleased.

 

“Fine.” InuYasha said, giving Miroku an annoyed look and turned away muttering something about him being a `softie' in need of a warm meal. Miroku didn't need to correct him on this point, as they all knew that a warm meal and a soft bed were more important to Miroku than many things - and tonight it made for a great cover story.

 

They followed the villager over a hill to a small collection of huts nestled into a valley. The man led them to the village headman who welcomed them. Over a simple but pleasant dinner, the houshi and demonslayer were told that the headman had arranged for two rooms to be available for them at the inn that night, and an amused look passed between them at this news. When they asked about the demon, many of the women blushed and looked furtively at Miroku. Sango gave him a strange look to which he merely replied with an exaggerated shrug and a very innocent expression. One of the women then crept up to Sango and whispered something in her ear. Sango blushed.

 

“I think I know how to defeat this demon, houshi-sama,” she said. He knew her too well not to hear the amusement in her voice, though she was trying to hide it.

 

“Would you like to share this information with me, Sango?” he asked, not understanding the women's reluctance to speak out loud.

 

“Yes, of course.” She looked at the women who all blushed the deepest shade of rose. “After our meal, I think. That would be the best time for us to strategize.”

 

Puzzled, Miroku ate the remainder of his meal in silence and watched his bride converse in hushed tones with the village women. They hadn't told the villagers that they were bound to each other, having found that it was easier on Sango if others didn't know. The few humans they'd encountered lately found Sango's strength of personality disconcerting when they discovered she was married, since they did not believe it showed the proper deference to her husband. After discussing it, the four of them had decided that as long as they traveled in pursuit of Naraku, they would simply not mention to the humans they ran across that the slayer and the houshi were bound in marriage. Kagome thought it all very romantic. Miroku thought it was a pain.

 

After their meal, they were shown to the inn and into their two rooms. For appearance's sake, they each went to their own room. Miroku heard her moving about next door and became intrigued with the sounds of her movements. He explored the worn screen separating them, searching for a convenient hole. Delighted to find one, he peeped through to watch Sango strip out of her kimono, revealing the tight slayer's armor he so loved to watch her fight in. Somehow, she knew what he was up to.

 

“Enjoying the view, Miroku?” she asked quietly so that outside ears would be less likely to hear her familiar address, which she only used in private.

 

“Very much, my love,” he said in a conspiratorial whisper. “When are you going to let me in on the secret of how to trap this demon? I'd prefer not to spend the whole night demonslaying.”

 

“You have other plans, do you?” Sango was near the screen now and he couldn't see her.

 

“Yes, love.” He let the intent in his voice speak for him rather than add more words to explain the obvious.

 

“I need to go speak with the women again.” He saw her legs come in front of the hole in the screen, watched her knees bend and her body sink to the ground in front of him until he was looking at one of her beautiful dark eyes. “Stay here and I'll come back to tell you what I learn.”

 

“Why can't I come with you?” He was used to being the one in their group to negotiate with their human clients, but they rarely encountered a village where the women seemed to be doing the negotiating. A thought struck him. “Hey! You're not worried about me with the women are you? I told you those habits left the night we were bound.” And damn it! I've been good ever since!

 

Her eye crinkled in a smile and she blinked. “Of course not, dear. I'll explain when I return.” Then she was gone and his only company was a sleeping Kilala curled in the far corner of her room.

 

Miroku decided to make the best of the situation and explored his simple room for a good spot to meditate, scanning the solid wooden posts and the thin but opaque screens that spanned between them. On the far wall, he found a particularly thick beam that stretched from floor to ceiling, solidly doing its part to hold the building aloft. He patted it and noticed a heavy iron ring buried deep into the wood. Yanking on it to find it held fast, the monk had a flash of a fantasy he'd long harbored, to make use of such a secure anchor to ensure he couldn't escape the beautiful women that would be driving him mad… As his fingers traced the cool metal, he had to admit that that fantasy had never been close to coming true, but now there was Sango… He yanked on the metal again, cording his muscles to their limit, testing its potential to withstand the strength of a houshi. It didn't budge and he was sure it would with stand his strength… or that of a demonslayer. She'll never go for it, he thought wistfully, but enjoyed the thought anyway.

 

After a few more moments of pleasant daydreaming, Miroku settled himself against the beam underneath the metal ring to meditate. Demonslaying was harder work than it appeared and he often didn't have the luxury of centering himself thoroughly before a fight. Nor was he often in such a quiet and comfortable place to do it. He removed his outer robe and folded it carefully underneath him, rolling a bit of it to wedge under his rear, tilting his hips into a comfortable position for his back. He settled his legs into the almost-crossed position that suited his meditations best, closed his eyes and began to breathe deeply, calming his mind, emptying it of distraction.

 

After some time, he was in a blissfully peaceful state when he heard noises in the corridor outside. Having reached the state in his meditation where outside noise was only a disturbance if he allowed it be, he ignored the noises until he recognized the laughter of young women. This sound he willingly allowed in, so enjoying the presence of the female gender - and the sound of laughter - he reminded himself.

 

His eyes flew open at another sound, that of the screen to his room being opened. In the doorway he saw three beautiful young women as they bowed politely.

 

“Houshi-sama,” one said quietly, “may we come in to speak with you?”

 

“Uh-“ Miroku felt a little flustered, but not wanting to be rude, he got over it. “Of course.” As they stepped over the entrance, entering the room, he felt a little blush spread up his neck. They were truly beautiful. “Tell me please, how I can help you.”

 

“We are afraid of the demon that comes in the night,” they bowed again and he couldn't help but notice that they were all wonderfully endowed. “We are glad you are here to slay it and wish to give you good luck and ask for a blessing.”

 

“Why thank you,” his flush started to recede until they stepped further into the room, uninvited, and began approaching him with very desirous looks in their eyes. He felt the beam press a little harder against his spine as he unconsciously tried to back away from their advance. “Um. You can give me good luck from there, can't you?” He didn't like the semi-panicked sound in his voice. It didn't fit his image of himself in the presence of women. On the other hand, despite a lifetime of trying, he'd never managed to get such lovely women to approach him with such sultry looks, as these beauties were doing with absolutely no provocation. He began to feel more uncomfortable as they came to kneel by him, two bowing to the mat next to his thighs and one - the most beautiful one, he noticed - bowing directly in front of him, her hair brushing the toes of his foot as it lay in front of his opened hips. The flush in his chest was back and now it was creeping up his cheeks.

 

It occurred to him that if Sango came in right now, his situation could look really bad.

 

“Ladies,” he cleared his throat, reminding himself that this was all very innocent, so far, an annoying little voice in his head reminded him, “I am in the process of meditating to prepare for slaying the demon. I will give you my blessing and then I must ask you to leave.”

 

“Yes, houshi-sama.” The beautiful one in the middle said into the mat. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath to form the prayer he would use for their blessing. He heard a whoosh of fabric and the metallic clank of chains. Opening his eyes just as the women each wrapped a metal band around his wrists, he grunted as the beautiful woman in the middle yanked the chains up, stood over him and pressed the triangle of her hips against his face while quickly securing the chains to the post on that iron ring.

 

“What is this about?” his voice was muffled against the fabric of her kimono as her thighs pressed against his face. He yanked his hands and found that the ring was plenty strong to contend with the strength of a houshi. She pushed herself away from him and he could breathe again. The three of them bowed before him again. “Please forgive us, houshi-sama. We must do this to ensure the demon comes tonight.”

 

“What are you talking about?” Miroku's heart was beating loudly in his chest, and it picked up speed as the women all rose to their knees and began undoing the ties on his inner robes. “What are you doing?” His voice was high and reedy. Sango will never believe me now!

 

“This is the most assured way to lure the demon, houshi-sama,” the beautiful one said as she unfastened the last tie which opened his sleeves to fall off his shoulders, exposing his bare chest to the women. They all looked at him with appreciation, their eyes roving his muscled arms, chest and abdomen. He thought he saw desire in their eyes and he closed his own eyes tight to ensure he did not look too closely at them and accidentally initiate a responding arousal in himself. This was fulfilling a fantasy of his, after all, and he couldn't be expected to be completely immune to the situation. He felt his blush deepen and then he thought of Sango, which was successful in sending an ice cold shower running through him. Please don't let her see this.

 

He felt the presence of the women recede and peeped an eye to see them bowing by the doorway once again. “Goodbye, houshi-sama,” the beautiful one said. “Good luck and thank you for the blessing.” They left quietly, the titter of their laughter receding down the hallway.

 

Now what do I do? If Sango walks in on me like this, I don't know if telling the truth will do me any good.

 

He heard another sound in the hallway and looked up as the screen began to pull back, hoping for, and dreading, the fact that it might be Sango. It wasn't. At first he was relieved, until he saw that the woman standing in the doorway was ten times more beautiful than the ones who had just left. She was richly dressed - and alone. She did not ask permission to enter the room, but did so. She did not bow, but moved straight to him and knelt before him. He saw hungry eyes roving over his naked torso and felt again the flush of embarrassment - and something more.

 

“Lady,” his voice was a little high again and he made an effort to deepen it, “may I presume that you are the demon who has been tormenting this village?”

 

“You may only do what I allow you to do.” She didn't even bother looking at his face in favor of continuing her visual tour of the ridges and ripples of his skin. Her words sent a little thrill through him even as he tried very hard to ignore it. This was exactly his fantasy - except for the part where the beautiful woman in question was a demon intent on devouring more than my manhood. His eye twitched at the thought and then he couldn't help but think, I see that becoming bound to Sango hasn't changed my luck with women. Then he remembered to say a little prayer of thanks that this was the case, but a small sigh of disappointment escaped him anyway.

 

“I don't take orders from demons,” he said, trying to think about how he might get on top of this situation, “and my wife may return at any moment.” The demon finally lifted her sparkling turquoise eyes to him, and he felt his blood begin to rush, warmth spreading down his body as he began to slip into a spell. Shutting his eyes tightly against her stare, he asked, “do you plan to kill me?” There was a long pause, during which he was very tempted to peek.

 

“Eventually…” her voice was low and suggestive. His heart began to beat hard against his ribcage. Sango! Where are you? At this point he didn't care if she came in and thought whatever she wanted to. The idea of realizing one of his fondest dreams at the hands of a demon who celebrated by eviscerating him was sapping all the potential joy from the situation.

 

Even with his eyes closed, he felt the demon woman lean in closer to him, her breath softly brushing his neck as her hands, which were very soft he noticed, began to skim over him. He realized that if Sango didn't come rescue him, he was going to have to figure a way out of this himself. He couldn't rely on his ofudas, which were buried in the robes under his butt, or his staff, which was leaning up against the far wall. He might have a chance of sucking her up into his wind tunnel if he could unseal his hand, but the hard metal clamps were wrapped around his beads. And even if he did manage to get his wind tunnel open, he might accidentally suck himself up as well, which wasn't much good either.

 

Just as he felt the demon woman's hand slide down the ridged cleft in his chest moving further over his stomach, he heard a loud noise and opened both eyes to see Sango standing at the door, hiraikotsu in hand, her face set in a mask of determined anger.

 

“Sango!” His relief was evident to him and he hoped she could tell. “This is the demon!” She continued to look sternly at the demon woman who had turned to face her.

 

“He's mine!” The demon snarled.

 

“No, he's not.” Sango growled. “He's mine and you touched him! That means you die!” Miroku felt a little thrill at the depth of her possessiveness.

 

The demon rose to attack and hiraikotsu swung around, never even leaving Sango's hand, and sliced right through the thing that had moments before been preying on him. It flew into two pieces as it hit the wall on the far side of the room, dissolving into a pile of dust.

 

“Nice timing,” he said as his bride approached, standing over him with that same stern expression on her face. “Uh,” he lifted his shackled hands a bit over his head, “you may be wondering why I'm trussed up like this.” The blush was back on his cheeks as she squatted down by him, balancing on the toes of her boots, with a hand on his knee. He noticed again how well her tight black armor clung to her every curve.

 

“Having a good time with the ladies?” She sounded as suspicious as maybe she had a right to be.

 

“No! They tricked me and intruded during my meditation,” he swallowed. “They said they wanted a blessing and then attacked me and bound me up like this.” Her eyes were boring into his, looking for some sign of deceit. “It was horrible.” His eyes pleaded with her to understand. She didn't budge so he played his last card. “All I could think of was how I wished they were you.”

 

“Really?” Her voice softened a bit as her eyebrows rose into her bangs and a playful expression stole over her features. He breathed more easily. “So you like being strung up like this, do you?”

 

“Well, my arms are getting a little tired,” he said truthfully, “but I might be able to ignore them for a while, if I had a good reason.” He looked at her with all the excitement he had begun to feel earlier and was pleased to see it mirrored back to him in her eyes.

 

There was a noise at the door and she stood to greet the women who huddled there, curiously poking their noses into the room.

 

“The houshi is a little traumatized by the evening's activities,” she said to them. Yeah, I'm not used to being bait, he thought to himself as Sango continued. “We need to purify the room. Please stay away until I come to you.” There were general sounds of agreement and at least one of them peeped around Sango's shoulder to look at him, bringing another blush to his cheeks.

 

Sango shut the screen moved to light a single oil lamp, its flickering glow playing across the darkening wall. As she returned to his side, he enjoyed the way the soft yellow light played the shadows over her body as she stood over him, her hand on her sword, looking down at him thoughtfully.

 

“What?” he said, beginning to worry a little, “I told you they attacked me. You believe me, don't you?”

 

“Of course I believe you,” she smiled at him, but her smile wasn't warm, it had a devious tilt to it. “I put them up to it.” His face fell and his jaw dropped. “And I watched through that little hole you found over there just to make sure.”

 

Miroku thought desperately back on the evening trying to remember anything she might have seen that he was going to have to explain. He couldn't think of anything, but the look in her eye made him feel unsure.

 

“You did very well, husband.” She moved her hand to her belt, untying it and dropping her sword to the floor.

 

“Good.” He said under his breath, relieved.

 

“I'll let you purify this later.” Sango threw a blanket over the demon remains in the corner.

 

“Later?” Miroku felt a little hopeful. Sango came to stand over him again, her black armor shining in the lamplight.

 

”Later.” She said as she dropped back into the squat to face him.

 

“How much later?” He asked, hopeful again.

 

“They didn't give me the key,” she said, as she reached a finger over to trace the path the demon had found on his bare skin, sliding over and between the ridged muscles of his collarbone, chest, stomach… but Sango got farther than the demon did. “I think we might have to stay here for a while.”

 

“Oh.” Miroku closed his eyes and rested his head back against the solid wooden beam behind him as his wife's hand slipped against the flat of his stomach, skirting his waistband so that she could take him into her hand with a gentle pull. By the second strengthening squeeze, he filled her hand completely and began to push out of the top of the cloth around his hips. With a little groan, Miroku had to compliment her, “Ahhhhhh. I am sooooo glad hiriakotsu weighs so much.”

 

“You like my strong hands?” Sango kept up her pace, pulling and gripping him just hard enough until he was rigid beneath the fabric of his robe, pulsing into her hand each time she reached back down to wring another huffy moan from his lips.

 

“Oh, yes…” Miroku's body had begun to tense and his muscles flexed against the constraints of the chains over his head. “Yesssssss.” He grunted a few times as the ache between his legs sent flashes of excitement and adrenaline skittering everywhere under his skin. He knew that he'd be writhing soon and the mere thought of it made him stiffen even more in her hand. “Did you-“ he huffed out a breath, unable to finish for a moment.

 

“Did I what?” Sango's voice sounded mischievous and he cracked open an eye to see that she had come to her knees in front of him and was watching his lap with the sexiest and most excited little gleam in her eye. Miroku glanced down to see her hand wrapping around him as if he were hiraikotsu and all of him flushed a deeper shade of red.

 

“Did you know…” He closed his eyes again to try to savor this experience. “…That this has always been a fantasy…” A gasp escaped him uncontrollably as she took him with two hands, bending forward until her hair brushed his chest. “…A… a… fantasy of mine?”

 

“Really?” Sango sounded intrigued as her lips begin to move across the line of his collarbone, sending warm air into the hollow between his head and upraised arms. “Tell me how your fantasy goes…” Her mouth moved against his neck until goosebumps tumbled down along before her tongue, as it traced a curved muscle line down to his nipple, where she licked and nipped at him.

 

“Yes.” Not terribly articulate, but as he felt his entire body harden under her tongue and fingers, it was about all he could manage.

 

“And I'm guessing that maybe this was part of your fantasy too.” Her words breathed across his skin as she moved her mouth down him, pulling away the folds of fabric from his erection. The houshi hyperventilated a bit as her tongue swirled over him and her hands moved lower, cupping him and caressing him into a state of excitement he'd never imagined possible. Sweat began to break on his brow and his hips began little clenching movements as his body became frustrated by his cross-legged position and the weight of her arms on his thighs. He had to settle for more and more urgent little grunts that tightened his stomach muscles instead of flipping her on her back and succumbing to the demanding hip thrusts that wanted to break loose but couldn't, bound by gravity and the chains around his wrists. Becoming lost in wondrous frustration he couldn't stop the little noises escaping him and building towards his release.

 

Suddenly, she stopped. Miroku continued to breathe heavily for a moment, clenching his body against the chains that held him fast. Frustrated and rushing with excitement, he opened his eyes to see Sango standing over him, beginning to remove her body suit. If he'd felt frustrated before, it was becoming unbearable watching her stunning body emerge from the darkness clinging to her.

 

Sango looked down at her very excited houshi as she removed first the exterior bits of red shielding from her knees, elbows and stomach - setting them aside carefully - and then peeling the dark leather back from her shoulders and off her breasts. She saw the effect her body had on him and the lust in his eyes and stiffening of his penis excited her, making her hungry for pleasure herself.

 

“I have a fantasy, too, darling husband,” she cooed as her suit slid off her hips and she bent over to push it down each leg.

 

“Oh?” He sounded hopeful as he watched her step out of the suit, completely naked.

 

“Well, let's see.” She set her clothing aside and when she returned to him she was pleased to see that his face displayed his unrestrained desire, even if his body was very restrained. “My fantasy - how do I say this?” She came back to kneel in front of him. She put her hands on his knees and began massaging the insides of his thighs through the loose folds of his robes, moving closer and closer to his highly excited sex. “I know how Kagome would say it,” she laughed a little bit.

 

“How?” His eyes were on her breasts, his lips slightly parted, and she felt her nipples harden with the mere knowledge that he would lick them if he could.

 

“She'd say `I want to make you crazy', or something like that'” Sango's hand slipped past the ruffle of fabric she'd pulled back from him earlier and her fingers stroked down the skin near the crease of his thigh, brushing the fine hair on the insides of his legs. She smoothed her hands back up his strong thighs and skimmed them over his hips and up his sides, enjoying how his skin flinched under her almost-ticklish touch.

 

“I'd say you've succeeded,” he smiled and looked up at her face, his own face displaying a open, almost child-like happiness

 

“Oh,” she brought her hands up his chest and wrapped around the back of his neck, drawing herself to him, “I think I can do better.” Their lips met and she enjoyed the hunger with which he pushed his chin into her, opening his mouth to her, probing her with his tongue. His passion ignited something more in her and she felt a warm flush inside as moisture built between her legs, a moisture that accompanied a heat and growing sensitivity.

 

“Tell me.” Sango broke from the kiss and stood again, looking down at her houshi's ecstatically upturned face. “What would `drive you crazy'?”

 

“It would drive me crazy to drive you crazy,” he smiled even wider at her and then his eyes slid down her body, stopping at the small bit of fuzz between her legs not far from his nose.

 

“Really?” She was once again slightly awed at how lucky she'd been to find Miroku, who genuinely became excited when she was happy. She thought to tempt him a bit more. “Well, I think I'm already pretty wet.” Sango couldn't believe she was doing this, but the lust in her husband was bringing it out in her too and she found herself suddenly brave. Dipping a finger into the private folds between her legs, she brought out a glistening finger. “Yep.” She rubbed the moisture between her thumb and forefinger, right in front of Miroku's eyes and enjoyed the curve of his lip as it tugged up. “But I'm not sure it's enough yet.” He reached out with his tongue, trying to lick her finger and she gave it to him, enjoying the slippery feel of his lips as he sucked her until she felt another burst of warm wetness below.

 

“Hm.” He said thoughtfully as he let her finger go. “You're right. Please let me fix that for you,” Miroku had a truly devilish smirk on his face by this point, and Sango had to laugh, wondering how he managed to look so flirtatious when he was the one tied to the wall.

 

“I'd love to, dear,” Sango looked down at him, “but how?”

 

“These chains are strong enough to hold your weight.” He jingled them over his head. “I need to straighten my legs out anyway so they don't fall asleep.” He slowly slid his legs apart, his hard-on still standing straight above his lap, and he poked a toe between her ankles, nudging them apart. “I need to get in there,” he said suggestively and lifted his chin to her. “Come here.”

 

“You don't want me to go get the key?” She was sure by now he'd have been begging her for freedom.

 

“That won't be necessary.” He settled his hips at a new angle. “My spiritual practice requires that I learn patience in all things.” His eyes trailed up to her face and he leaned his head against the beam behind him, smiling up at her. “This is yet another way for me to practice, that's all.”

 

Smiling herself, Sango walked her feet up alongside his thighs and grabbed the chains just below the iron ring.

 

“Almost there,” his eyes had fallen back down to her sex as she giggled and moved her hips closer to his opening mouth. She had to lower herself a little, leaning back from the wall as she anchored herself on the iron ring and tucked her knees under his armpits so he could reach her. She gasped as his warm tongue slid neatly into the slit of skin that hid her pleasure. They'd practiced this enough over the last few weeks that he knew just how to build her excitement and given that she'd started this evening with her blood rushing after demon hunting and then watching his excitement grow so quickly, she was breathing heavily in no time as her body spontaneously wriggled and arched with the thrumming waves of sensation coursing through her. Little grunts and groans were boiling up from inside her faster more urgently than she could control and very quickly she was trying not to buck her hips into his face, the constraints on her movements sending her excitement flushing up her body and her muscles clenching inside until her body begged her to move down on him more fully.

 

Pulling away from his mouth, her body starving to have him inside, she sunk down to let him lick at a breast for a minute, pushing her breath in little puffs into his hair.

 

“More.” She whispered, more to herself than to him, and lowered herself down further until she felt him underneath her, hard and poking up against the back of her thigh. Before she could drop her knees, he surprised her by pulling himself up on the chains which still held her weight until the muscles in his arms were taut. Moving his heels in a bit, he contracted his abs and thrust himself up into her, letting his hips move freely against the pull of gravity to penetrate her as she squatted over him for a minute or two and she felt herself tighten with coiling excitement, increasing each time he pumped himself up harder against her weight. His face was intense, sweaty and flushed with enthusiastic exertion and he looked up into her eyes, breaking into a smile until he just couldn't anymore and screwed his eyes shut with the effort to keep moving strongly into her.

 

When he stopped and relaxed back down to the ground sliding out of her, they were both breathless and she dropped her legs to kneel over him. “Okay.” She took his face in her hands, tilting it up and watching him lap at her other breast. “I'm crazy now.” She bent to take his mouth in hers and this time she was the hungry one, pushing her tongue down into his open mouth and moaning slightly as she steadied him with a hand between her legs and lowering herself down over him completely, settling her full weight on him and moving her knees farther back by his hips so they fit snuggly together until she raised herself on strong thighs. As he arched his back, unable to leverage himself under her now, he groaned into the kiss and she, too, sucked in a breath and enjoyed the feel of her body beginning to move to its own rhythm, as though trying to consume him. She broke the kiss to breathe more deeply.

 

“Ohhhh...” Miroku's head fell back again and his eyebrows cinched together, almost as if he were in pain as he breathed harder and harder. His face excited her and as she moved more quickly, the sounds from him became more urgent. As her own muscles tightened, she felt him try to rock his hips into her, mostly unsuccessfully since he really couldn't move. “Ungh…” His voice was strained. “I want you to move faster, but I don't…” He smiled behind his closed lids. “This is the most wonderful…” he broke off to harden his stomach and hip muscles up against her as she came down particularly hard and fast. She'd found a new way to round her back as she came back down which sent wonderful sensations through her lower body and seemed to be to his liking too. “…the most wonderful torture.” His breathing increased and the little ungh sounds came faster and faster from him, until Sango realized he was going to reach orgasm before she did.

 

“Not so fast, houshi,” she said and stopped moving, enjoying the squirm that moved through his entire body underneath and inside her. “Me first.”

 

“Uhm-“ She could see him struggle with this concept, hear the deepening of his breath as he tried to calm himself - unsuccessfully. “I'll try… I so want to move… and I can't.” He was smiling again as she felt him pull on the chains and tilt his hips to push himself slightly up into her anyway.

 

“Good.” She started to move herself over him again, loving the burn growing in her thighs with the effort of lifting and lowering herself on him, close enough to his body that her breasts brushed against his chest. She clung to the chains holding his wrists and moved herself over him faster and faster until her body was at its top speed, which was nothing compared to the pumping he could reach when he was over her - but he wasn't over her this time - it was her turn. She leaned back, letting her weight pull at the chains and concentrated on giving her body what wanted - him. Deeper and deeper. Faster and faster until she was whimpering and beginning to feel her muscles seize with searing pleasure and jerk herself over him. As she clenched and began to shudder, she pulled his mouth to hers again, feeling his elbows close around her head with the tightening of his body, as though he would wrap her in his arms were they free. She swallowed his moans as he too began to shudder under her, releasing his heat into her with an intense arch of his back, pushing his chest against her as he pulsed up inside her.

 

They breathed together for a few moments, their heads on each other's shoulders as the air begin to cool their sweaty bodies. As he softened inside her and her muscles began to feel a little stiff, Sango raised her head to look into his moist eyes.

 

“Thank you, Sango.” Miroku looked so happy. “You are my fantasy.”

 

She kissed him deeply without a word and when they broke apart, he winced a little as he tried to lift his arms.

 

“I think you'd better go get the key,” he groaned with pain this time.

 

“Why? So you can move your arms again?” Sango teased him a bit as she got up slowly and began to dress.

 

“Yes, I'm going to need them again soon.” Miroku said and shifted his hips.

 

“Oh?” Sango tied her belt, but did not place the sword back in it.

 

“Absolutely.” He crossed his legs again and rocked his hips uncomfortably. “In the morning, I'm on top.”

 

They both laughed as Sango went to get the key.

 

The End