InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Longing ❯ Sango is a closet freak ( Chapter 17 )

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

and the characters therein, are the property of Rumiko Takahashi.

The group made it back to Kaede’s village with no further incident. The next day, Kagome went back to her own time alone for a couple of days to take a test, and Inuyasha lounged in Goshinbuko keeping a watchful eye on the well. Suddenly, he caught sight of Sango and Miroku walking into the woods and wondered what they were up to. He waited for a couple of minutes to make sure they wouldn’t see him following, then he silently jumped down from the tree and slinked along behind them.

His senses told him that they were hunting something. He sniffed the air a couple times, and discovered that they were tracking a boar. Inuyasha was just about to turn around and leave when he heard Sango slap Miroku, and decided to stay for the show.

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Miroku held his jaw, and gazed at the slayer. She glared back at him, breathing hard, with her lips slightly parted. “On your knees monk.” she ordered.

‘What the fuck is she doing??’ Inuyasha adjusted his position behind the bushes to get a better view.

To Inuyasha’s surprise, Miroku quickly obeyed her, lowering himself to his knees. He continued to look up at Sango with a hopeful gleam in his eyes. “I have been bad, Sango.” he purred to her, as she began to walk around him in a slow circle.

*snicker_snort* Inuyasha had to cover his mouth to keep himself from laughing outright.

Miroku’s eyes followed her, admiring the way the leather of her taijya uniform clung to her body. She went over to a small tree and cut a resilient, green, new branch from it, and returned to stand in front of Miroku again, rhythmically slapping the whip-like branch against the flat of her palm. “Yes, you have Miroku.” she said in a husky, low pitched voice. “You must be punished.” At this, the corners of Miroku’s mouth turned up a little bit, and he nodded slowly.

‘Oh my god! *snort_haha_snort*’ Inuyasha stuffed his fist into his mouth, trying very hard to keep quiet.

Sango dragged the branch across Miroku’s cheek, and down his chest, finally resting it against his now obvious erection. She looked him square in the eyes, then lightly thwacked him. Miroku groaned and closed his eyes, panting a little.

Sango knelt down before him, and grabbed him by the hair at the nape of his neck, forcing him to look at her again. She kissed him hard, but pulled away when he tried to wrap his arms around her. She jerked her hand roughly from his hair, and stood up. Miroku gazed at her, still breathing heavily from her passionate kiss. He watched as she reached under the collar of her slayer’s uniform and pulled out a pink scarf.

Sango walked around behind Miroku, and tightly bound his wrists behind his back, then came back to face him again.

Inuyasha smelt both of their scents spike again, and strained harder to fight down his laughter. He knew that he really should leave, and didn’t really want to watch (ya, right), but it was like watching a train wreck. He just couldn’t make himself look away.

Sango knelt down in front of Miroku again and roughly grabbed his erection. She jerked him closer to her, using it as a leash. “Do you need to be spanked, Miroku?” she asked quietly, gazing at him through heavy lidded eyes, her lips almost touching his.

“Yes.” He whispered back.

Inuyasha just couldn’t control himself anymore, and bolted back the way he had come, finally collapsing against the side of the well and laughing hysterically. He couldn’t wait until that stupid letch came back. He started laughing harder, as tears started streaming from the corners of his eyes.