InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ No Comment ❯ Chapter Ten ( Chapter 10 )

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

Chapter Ten

A/N: Well, yeah. There'll be a lemon in this one. I didn't feel the need to elaborate on the dance, since those are usually pointless scenes that I skip over in other people's fanfics anyway. So...R&R! ^_^

Miroku drove Kagome back to the Higurashi shrine in silence, for once not knowing quite what to say to her. He reflected on the events of the evening, from Sango joining Kikyou's little lesbian orgy in a desperate attempt to either make him jealous or turn him on, to Sesshoumaru dragging Naraku off to the restroom and doing God-Knew-What to him, to Bankotsu and Jakotsu...Jesus! The night had been a disaster, positively full of gay people. And now, all he needed was to get laid to wipe those horrible images from his mind. Which, judging from the sexual tension in his beat up old car, seemed like a definite possibility tonight.

As he pulled up in front of her house, Miroku sighed quietly. Whatever happened now could make or break the evening. Kagome unfastened her seat belt and thanked him, then turned with her hand poised on the door handle and looked at him. Yeah, THAT look. That starry-eyed combination of lust and hormones-wait, aren't those one in the same?- and asked him if he'd like to come in.

To which Miroku suavely replied:

"Okay."

Walking up the stairs, they whispered quietly to each other, stealing kisses and giggling every now and then, both knowing what was going to happen, but not what to expect. Once they were in the room- Kagome's VERY pink, designer-labeled bedroom, she did the UNTHINKABLE.

She began to undress. Starting with her shoes, she worked her way through the dress, nylons, and, le gasp, undergarments. Then stood there, staring at Miroku. After a moment, a very LONG moment, she began to blush and fidget.

"Well?"

"Well?" Miroku was confused and finding it hard to breathe as he stared dumbly at Kagome, his eyes wandering up and down her body. Not to mention the feeling similar to vertigo that was now overtaking his mind like an army of Russians or what have you, mostly due to the sudden rush of blood to, well, *other* areas.

"Aren't you going to undress?" Kagome giggled, but the incessant noise ceased immediately when he did just that. The two young now-lovers simply stared at one another for the longest time, not saying anything.

Miroku was in heaven. This girl, no, woman, before him was a goddess...simply devine. Full, rounded breasts that were a bit smaller than he'd imagined, but no less appealing to his senses...firm, supple skin, shapely hips, long legs...she was blushing profusely now, and her breathing had quickened during his inspection of her body, which was doing rather *interesting* things to her breasts, he noted with some satisfaction.

Kagome, on the other hand...'Gods, this is so embarrassing! What if he doesn't like it...I'm afraid to look at him because I know I'm blushing...' When she finally did, she nearly gasped. He did not have the god-like physique that she had imagined, but, damn it, he was so close that it scared her. Her eyes wandered down the well-toned chest to the narrow waist and strong thighs...and between...Kagome couldn't help it. She started giggling. She'd never actually *seen* one before, and now...

"It's perfect."

Miroku smirked at the bubbly noise coming from the girl and stepped closer, embracing her and pulling her to him. His lips found hers and pressed upon them in a firm, heated caress as the fell onto her bed. The move seemed strangely choreographed, but neither of them seemed to notice, or care.

Positioning himself at her entrance, Miroku leaned forward and began to lightly rain kisses across her chest, nipping here, suckling lightly there, and taking full, wanton pleasure in the moans coming from the girl beneath him.

"Gods...Miroku..."

And that was all it took. With a slow, patient thrust, Miroku eased into her virgin body, taking care not to hurt her. Once he was fully sheathed in the warmth that was now spreading to every single part of his body, he began to slowly move. This self conscious attempt was met with a low cry and more movement from Kagome. He placed his hands on her hips and began to thrust slowly, teasingly...this woman was going to kill him with pleasure.

A steady, pounding rhythm began to build between the pair, moans and sighs increasing in volume with every second that passed...Miroku was so close to heaven now that he couldn't have stopped if he'd wanted to, and judging from the reactions of his partner, so was Kagome...

And a clawed hand dug into his shoulder. A chill of fear passed through Miroku, which was nearly enough to make his balls shrivel up and die right there on the spot, permanently rendering him impotent and useless...

**************************************************** **************************

"What the FUCK are you doing, monk?! Did you DIE? 'Cause I'm not hauling your dead ass out to the dumpster, I'll tell you that right now."

An irritated growl from his best friend jarred Miroku from his dream, leaving him confused and disoriented.

"Eh?"

That was...

Sango flicked her tongue across his neck, rubbing his hip seductively.

...A dream?

Oh yes. The universe was truly laughing its ass off at him now.

El fin.

A/N: Please read and reviewwww! *does the Gir dance.*