InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Makai ❯ Sango's Confession ( Chapter 18 )

Chapter Eighteen: Sango's Confession (LEMON)

 

 

 

Sango, Miroku, Shippo, and Kirara trekked through Inuyasha's forest, only hours away from Kaeda's village. They were each lost in thought about the past few days' events and worried about what happened between Inuyasha and Kagome. The mood was tense, but they couldn't help being a little excited about finally reaching a place of rest and relaxation.

 

The village came into view two hours later. Kaeda was outside her hut, cleaning laundry. Seeing the group approaching, she set the clothing off to the side, a welcoming smile on her face. As the group drew closer, her smile started to wane. She could see Sango, Miroku, Shippo, and Kirara but where were Inuyasha, Kagome, Makai, and Ayame? As the group stopped in front of her, she couldn't keep the confusion out of her eyes.

 

“Where be the others, child,” she asked, looking to Sango.

 

“We had a run in with Kikyo. You remember Makai told us something like this was soon to com about. She sent us back here. I assume the others will join us later.”

 

“I see.”

 

“I know, Kaeda, but we couldn't interfere. Kagome's life was riding on this. She accepted it could go either way, and I won't second guess her decision.”

 

“Do not worry child. Inuyasha will make the right decision,” Kaeda reassured. At least I hope he will. She quickly led everyone into her hut for supper. They talked until dark. By then, Shippo was having a hard time keeping his eyes open. Sango put him to bed with Kirara. She then announced she was going to bathe. She was tired of having the filth of traveling on her.

 

Once Sango had exited the hut, Miroku announced he was going for a walk. Kaeda didn't say a word, but her expression gave her every thought away. She knew exactly where Miroku was going. She supposed the lecher was never going to change his ways, so why try.

 

Sango entered the clearing where the village hot springs were. Quickly stripping out of her kimono and letting her hair down, she submerged in the warm water. She let the water sooth her aching muscles after the trip home. Home. It was hard to believe that she now looked upon this place as her home. So much had happened since the demon slayers village was destroyed. She had thought she'd never find another place she could truly call her home. Now she had one and a family to go with it. She wondered if some of her reluctance about telling Miroku her feelings didn't stem from the worry that he would reject her, and she would lose her family again.

 

Miroku watched Sango in the hot spring. Contrary to popular belief, he didn't spy on her just to catch a glimpse of her beautiful body, but to see her without her guard up. It was nice to look upon her when she wasn't constantly defensive and hiding her emotions from everyone. Quietly he shifted his stance to get a better view.

 

Sango eased up from her resting place, slowly swimming toward the rock outcropping that held her bathing supplies. She washed her hair and body before once more sitting back in the water. Her thoughts turned toward a certain houshi. Why was it she longed for his touch and got jealous when he flirted with other women, but as soon as he did touch her, she hit him? Of course, if he had any real feelings for her, he wouldn't flirt with those other women. At least that's what she told herself.

 

“Oh, Miroku, why can't you just love me as I love you,” she whispered. Tears welled in her eyes, and she violently dashed them away. Getting up from her perch, she made her toward the shore. She felt strong arms encircle her waist, pulling her back against a well-muscled chest, a mouth nuzzling her neck. Tensing, Sango prepared to defend herself when the perpetrator spoke.

 

“Who said I didn't love you, Sango?”

“Miroku?!”

 

Miroku watched Sango, noticing her melancholy expression. He wondered what was bothering her so much. He wished he could help somehow. He could see she was deep in thought. Leaning forward, he saw tears running down her face. Then he heard the words he thought would never leave her mouth.

 

“Oh, Miroku, why can't you just love me as I love you?”

Barely conscious of his actions, Miroku swiftly removed his robes, stepping into the hot spring. He swam behind Sango before swiftly wrapping his arms around her middle, pulling her flush against his body. He knelt to nuzzle her neck with his mouth, breathing in her intoxicating fragrance.

 

“Who said I didn't love you, Sango,” he asked in a husky whisper. Her body pressed against his so intimately was causing him to stiffen in need. God, she fit so well against him. He was having a hard time controlling himself.

 

“Miroku?!”

 

Hearing his name fall from her lips in an uncertain whisper was his undoing. Spinning Sango around, Miroku seized her lips in a passionate kiss. Why he'd ever waited this long to taste her sweetness was beyond him. His hands traveled up her body, skimming her breasts before cupping her face, angling her head for better access.

 

He backed Sango against a rocky outcropping, his bulk crushing against her small frame. He lightly licked the seam of her mouth, eliciting a gasp from Sango before he plunged his tongue into her moist cavern. Breaking the kiss, he tilted her head to the side, taking an earlobe into his mouth and lightly suckling on it, causing a moan to issue forth from the female before him. His hands traveled down her front before gently cupping her breasts, kneading them and making the nipples pucker.

 

Sango was in seventh heaven. Miroku's hands were doing things to her body that she never thought possible. He left her earlobe to lightly nip and graze her skin, until he reached her breasts. He drew one into his mouth, suckling like a newborn babe before biting on it almost to the point of pain. Sango couldn't keep her pleasured gasp contained. Miroku gave her nipple one last playful nip before moving to her other breast.

 

His hands continued down Sango's body, one gripping her hip firmly, the other cupping her womanhood. He began to massage her little bundle of nerves, causing her to mewl and pant with need. He gently inserted a finger into her warmth, mimicking what his manhood would soon be doing. Hearing her getting close to her climax, Miroku insert another finger while massaging her clit with his thumb.

 

“Oh gods, Miroku, what are you doing to me,” Sango panted into his ear.

 

“Only what I should have done a long time ago, my beautiful Sango,” he answered in a whisper.

 

Finally, Sango couldn't contain it any longer and she screamed as her inner muscles clamped down on Miroku's fingers, her juices coating him. Pulling his fingers gently from her folds, Miroku licked away her pleasure, his eyes heavy lidded with lust and love. He gripped her hips in both of his hands, lifting her against the rock wall behind her. Sango, still lost in her pleasured haze, barely noticed what he was doing until he buried himself to the hilt within her. She let out a tiny cry of pain as he broke through her maidenhood.

 

Miroku whispered gentle endearments into Sango's ear while he kissed her body, trying to get her to relax. Slowly, she started to loosen up before gently pushing down on him. Taking that as permission, he gently began thrusting in and out of her tight opening. Already, he could feel his climax coming. He began to speed up, slamming into her. He was so close. Reaching between their joined bodies, he massaged her clit while slamming into her, bringing them both over the edge.

 

Miroku held still, supporting Sango against the wall behind her, before slipping out of her body. He brought them both down into the warm water, cradling her against himself. She looked up into his eyes, looking for what she'd missed so many times before, love. Seeing the truth in his eyes, she smiled gently. She reached up to kiss him, her tongue dueling with his own. She could feel him hardening again, and she looked at him in surprise.

 

“Ready for round two already?”

 

“I'm always ready with you, my dear Sango,” he said huskily. And he proved his point quite well, making love to her throughout the night.