InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ No Ordinary Love ❯ I Keep Trying for You...Sango ( Chapter 28 )

Chapter 28

 

I Keep Trying for You…Sango

 

 

After Miroku and Sango had regained their composure, they heard Masahiro berating InuYasha and Kagome in back, and the nasty, petulant replies of InuYasha, followed by Kagome's apologies.

 

“It seems those two have caused quite a bit of trouble since they've been here,” Miroku said ruefully.

 

“Well, you know them,” said Sango. “Things were never easy for or between them.”

 

“Yes, I am still rather surprised our InuYasha has managed as well as he has,” said Miroku. “I can only credit Kagome and her love for him, as well as Masahiro's patience.”

 

“Well, I think InuYasha deserves some credit too,” said Sango. “We all know his shortcomings, but he has a good heart and means well.”

 

“Yes, that's true,” said Miroku nodding and smiled taking her hand again gently. “You have such a warm and generous heart, Sango.”

 

“Thank you Miroku,” said Sango, and gently squeezed his hand back as she smiled.

 

“Let's go in the other room and I will give you a massage,” said Miroku.

 

“A Tantric massage?” asked Sango.

 

Miroku thought about it a moment. “A normal back rub, I think,” said Miroku. “

Then, if you feel relaxed enough, we will try a Tantric massage.”

 

Sango and Miroku stood up together and went into the Tantric sex room that InuYasha and Kagome had been staying in. Sango was impressed by the beautiful and luxurious appointments of the room, and they both wondered at the burnt silk wall hanging at the head of the bed. Masahiro had not taken it down, believing that leaving it there as a constant reminder might keep InuYasha and Kagome in line, but the monk and demon slayer did not know this.

 

Miroku instructed Sango to lie down on her stomach, and knelt by her side on the futon. The prayer beads on his right hand impeded his ability to use more than his fingers on that hand to massage her. But as he started to rub her shoulders, she seemed fine with what he was doing. He worked his way from her shoulders slowly to the small of her back, and barely resisted the old urge to caress her shapely ass.

 

`Concentrate,' Miroku thought as the firm globes of her ass called to him. `This is not the time to screw this up.'

 

As Miroku worked on her back, he felt Sango's muscles relax. Her eyes were closed and a contented smile came to her face. Miroku wondered how he should proceed. To give her a Tantric sexual massage would not be having sex, but was she ready for it just the same? He decided to try continuing the massage by slowly getting her to strip, and continuing to massage her that way, and then slowly change the massage to a Tantric sexual massage and see how she responded.

 

“Sango, there are some wonderful massage oils over here,” said Miroku. “Would you like to try some?”

 

Sango pushed up on her elbows and looked at the flasks he brought over for her to see and smell. He opened them and she agreed that it would be nice to use the sesame-based oil. Biting her lower lip and blushing a little, she let him peel back her bodysuit from her shoulders down to her waist. Soon, she was naked from the neck to her hips, and lay back down on her stomach. Miroku put a small amount of oil on her back and started to rub it in. The oil felt wonderful and Sango melted under his touch as his fingers worked it into her muscles. Gently, Miroku moved her arms away from her body and started to massage them, working all the way down to her fingers.

 

“Would you allow me to take off the rest of your clothes so I may massage all of you?” Miroku said, tensing for a denial, but hoping for the best.

 

“Yes,” Sango whispered, and closed her eyes.

 

A wave of relief washing through him, Miroku tugged her body suit down and over her bare feet, exposing her ass and legs. He closed his eyes a moment as he felt the stirrings of arousal, and took some deep breaths to calm his desire to grab her ass firmly with both hands and squeeze. Hands shaking a little, he poured a little oil on the small of her back, and slowly worked it down into the cheeks of her ass. He closed his eyes and smiled a little, but kept his touch the same as it had been on the rest of her body. Then he worked down her long legs to her feet.

 

Steeling himself, he said, “Will you turn over for me?”

 

Sango hesitated a moment, then nodded her head and slowly turned over, her eyes closed. Miroku took a deep, shuddering breath as he took in the sight of her, and gritted his teeth a moment as he felt himself growing hard at the sight of her lush, firm and strong body. Luckily, she could not see him struggling with himself, and he started the massage. He kept his touch light yet firm, not lingering too long as he stroked the sensitive areas of her body, eliciting small gasps of pleasure from her when he did. That left only the Tantric sexual massage. Miroku sat back on his heels, licking his lips absently as he thought about taking this next big step.

 

“What's the matter?” said Sango, her eyes still closed. “Why did you stop?”

 

Miroku sighed. “The last part of the massage is the Tantric sexual massage,” he said. “Please open your eyes, Sango. If you give me permission to proceed, you need to look me in the eyes and breathe deeply, concentrating on being relaxed.”

 

Sango blushed as she slowly opened her eyes and looked into his.

 

“Let's do some pranayama breathing together before we start,” said Miroku.

 

He held her eyes with his, and they breathed deeply together, until Sango was not blushing any more. Miroku watched her face relax, and then smiled at her as the signal that he was moving forward with the Tantric sexual massage.

 

Miroku got a pillow and placed it under Sango's hips, and gently parted her legs. Then he poured some oil on top of her yoni, letting it drip down her outer lips, coating the outside. Beginning on the outer lips, he massaged down to her pelvic bone, all the while encouraging Sango to breath deeply with him and engaging eye contact to keep her focused and relaxed. Then he moved to the next part, taking and gently squeezing the outer lips while running his fingers up and down them, and repeating this with her inner lips. Sango's eyes got wide, and he slowed down until she relaxed with more deep breathing.

 

Next he moved on to her clitoris, and started to stroke it gently, first clockwise and then counterclockwise. Sango began to breathe heavier, and he moved on by slipping a finger of his right hand inside her, gently varying the speed and pressure. Sango swallowed and shivered, and tried to quell her burgeoning arousal by deepening her breathing again.

 

Then Miroku turned his hand palm upward, and stroked inside her, pulling his finger towards himself until he located her sacred spot, or G-spot. As he stroked it, he took his other hand and began to massage her clitoris at the same time. Sango could not hold back anymore, and felt a wave of strong emotion come over her as her climax built. Her eyes went wide, she turned red and began to thrash and moan, and finally arched her back and screamed as she came, dislodging Miroku's hands. Collapsing on the bed, she closed her eyes, panting, while Miroku watched her in wonder.

 

“Did you hear something?” said Kagome as she entered the house.

 

Behind her, InuYasha got a slow, wicked grin on his face. “Yeah, I sure did,” he said.

 

“Where are Miroku and Sango?” asked Kagome, turning towards Masahiro who was just coming in the house as well.

 

“I believe they are in your room,” said Masahiro. “Miroku had wanted to give Sango a massage.”

 

“A Tantric sexual massage?” said Kagome suspiciously.

 

Suddenly, InuYasha burst out laughing.

 

“What's so funny?” said Kagome, raising her eyebrows and putting her hands on her hips.

 

“Had to be a Tantric sexual massage to get Sango to scream like that,” InuYasha gasped through his laughter. “Unless Miroku got lucky.”

 

This made InuYasha laugh harder, and he doubled over, and then looked back up at Kagome, grinning from ear to ear.

 

“Or maybe after the massage the monk will get lucky,” he said, and fell over backwards roaring with laughter at his own wit. “Or maybe, maybe…that was Miroku's plan all along!”

 

Kagome frowned down at InuYasha in exasperation, while Masahiro shook his head, as they watched the hanyou roll on the floor, laughing helplessly.