InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ No Ordinary Love ❯ I Keep Trying for You...Getting Closer ( Chapter 35 )

Chapter 35

 

I Keep Trying For You…Getting Closer

 

While Kagome and InuYasha were back in her time, reeling from the shock of finding out she was pregnant, Miroku and Sango continued their studies with Masahiro. The old monk was finding working with them a pleasure, after dealing with the hanyou. Miroku was quite knowledgeable, and the demon slayer, although skittish at first, was coming along.

 

“I want to tell you about the ritual you would be performing with InuYasha and Kagome,” said Masahiro. “It is known as Pancatattva, or chakrapuja. The aim of this ritual is not to be viewed as having group sex; rather, it is the channeling of sexual energy for a higher purpose.”

 

As Sango listened, she wanted to believe what Masahiro was saying. But she didn't know how she was going to get around the idea of the group of them engaging in sex together. The way he was explaining it made it sound so spiritual. And she guessed that to Masahiro, and even maybe Miroku, it was a great tool for spiritual growth. But she just wasn't ready…yet.

 

With a sigh, Sango thought about what the Shinto religion taught. There were still practitioners of Shinto in Japan, and it had always seemed such a joyous religion to her.

It is a religion of gratitude and love. And she also knew that in the Shinto religion, sexual pleasure is the greatest gift of all - and therefore should be enjoyed as frequently as possible in the most exciting way. But did that include having sex with all your friends at the same time?

 

“Sango, are you with us?” said Miroku, looking at her worriedly.

 

The demon slayer sighed, seeing they had noticed her distraction. Ruefully, she realized she had missed what Masahiro had been saying. She hadn't meant to be rude or seem uninterested, but she was still trying to piece together her thoughts and feelings about all this.

 

“Sorry,” said Sango. “Can you please repeat what you were saying?”

 

The old monk looked at her mildly and nodded his head. “I was saying that you would begin the ritual by worshiping InuYasha as Lord of the chakrapuja, or circle worship, and Kagome as your goddess, Shakti. They will sit between you. Usually, more than two couples perform this ritual, but in your case, that is not necessary.”

 

`Whew,' thought Sango. `I'm glad about that.'

 

“After sharing food and wine, you will engage in touching your partner, first one partner then the other, in a precise way and chanting a certain phrase at each body part you touch,” said Masahiro. “This touching can also be part of the arousal part before engaging in sex.”

 

Masahiro stopped talking and looked at each of them directly, one at a time, to see what their reactions were to this. Miroku smiled and nodded, and Sango looked uncertain, biting the inside of her lip.

 

“Is there something you wish to ask me, Sango?” said Masahiro.

 

“How do we know what parts to touch and arouse each other?” said Sango slowly.

 

“Ah, yes,” said Masahiro. “InuYasha and Kagome did Tantric stimulation of each other to learn the erotic areas of each other's bodies.”

 

The old monk stopped talking for a minute, closing his eyes and remembering. Miroku and Sango waited for him to continue.

 

“At least if you two do it, I won't have to worry about the forest burning down,” Masahiro said wryly.

 

“What?!” said Miroku laughing. “Those two really gave you a tough time, didn't they!”

 

“Yes, but with Buddha's grace, I did not put on ofuda on that impulsive, incorrigible hanyou,” said Masahiro. “And with Buddha's continued grace, I will see you young people through your training.”

 

Masahiro's words made Sango a little troubled. Not because of what he said about InuYasha - they all knew what he could be like; but because she was wondering if they were taking for granted that she was actually going through with this group Tantric sex ritual. Really, she was still uncertain. After all, she was still a virgin, although recently she had been feeling something for Miroku that must be the desire Kagome had spoken of. She had nothing else to compare it to, except what Kagome had told her, having never felt something like this before, even though she had been in love with Miroku for quite a while now. But love and desire were not quite the same thing. Love was something she felt in her heart and soul, and desire was, well…something she felt like heat rushing through her body and pooling between her legs in arousal.

 

“So, let me explain to you about finding each other's most sensitive areas, the Tantric way…” said Masahiro.

 

After explaining to them the same process InuYasha and Kagome went through, he suggested they go back in the Tantric sex room and put it into practice.

 

“Would you like to try this?” asked Miroku.

 

“Well, after a Tantric sexual massage, I guess this is not that difficult to say yes to,” said Sango.

 

“Good,” said Masahiro. “You will find a small wooden box in the room containing some items you may find useful.”

 

“Thank you,” said Miroku as he got up, extending his hand to help up Sango.

 

They went back to the room and got undressed. Miroku found the box with the feather and flask of oil.

 

“What would you like to do first?” said Miroku, turning to Sango with the opened box.

 

“I guess the feather might be nice,” said Sango, lying down comfortably on the bed.

 

“Very good then,” said Miroku and took the feather out of the box, putting the box aside.

 

The monk knelt on the bed next to her, and started to trail the feather down her neck.

 

“Breathe and relax,” he said soothingly. “Just concentrate on the sensations and keep focused on your breathing.”

 

Miroku continued to trail the feather down to her breastbone, and then over to her left breast. She gasped with the tingle and erotic charge when it crossed her nipple. Then he moved down her arms, eliciting more sharp intakes of breath when he got to the inside of her elbows and her palms. Her stomach was just as sensitive, as were her inner thighs and under her knees. When he was done he stopped a moment, waiting for her to start breathing deeply again and relax before using his fingertips. Watching her body heave, and slowly relax was maddening. He itched to touch her and more…

 

“Okay, now I will use my fingertips,” he said, trying to keep his voice steady and not betray his arousal.

 

Closing his eyes a moment and taking a deep, calming breath, Miroku moved onto the bed and lightly straddled her legs. Then he used the fingertips of both hands at the same time, starting outwards at her hands and working inwards. She bucked up underneath him when he hit her sensitive areas, and her body lightly contacted his. That light touch was enough to make him gasp sharply, because he was so aroused and sensitized from watching and listening to her. An erection was starting that he had not intended, wanting to keep every thing as low key as possible. But this was obviously an impossible task to ask of himself.

 

When he was done, he sat back on his haunches, careful not to put his weight on Sango's legs. Sango's eyes were still closed and her breaths were coming deep and fast.

 

“Are you all right?” he asked softly.

 

“Fine,” Sango breathed softly, and opened her eyes slowly, smiling.

 

“So, it's my tur -.” Miroku started to say, but Sango suddenly sat up and wrapped her arms around him, dragging him down on top of her.

 

Miroku only had a moment to look in her face in surprise before she started to kiss him hungrily. It took a moment for him to respond, his body tense from her unexpected reaction, but her kiss was so passionate, he just let himself be swept away by it. The only thing was he was highly conscious of his erection pressing into her stomach. Yet she was not making any sign that this was bothering her.

 

Experimentally, Miroku started to move on top of her. Oh so gently, he rubbed his erection on the smooth skin of her belly. When this elicited no bad reaction from her, he stretched himself further down her body while still kissing her. Soon his erection was pressing up against her pubic mound. Readying himself for rejection, he was further surprised when she parted her legs slightly, moaning with desire.

 

`Is she ready?' Miroku thought. `Do I follow through with this? I can't just do it; I have to let it be her decision. I've got to slow down, rein myself in as hard as that may be, until she asks for it.'

 

Tentatively, he pulled back and let his erection part her folds. But instead of penetrating her, he just stroked her with it. When he hit her clitoris, she broke the kiss and gasped, arching her neck.

 

“Do you like this?” Miroku asked, panting a little.

 

“Yes,” Sango breathed.

 

“Do you want me to keep doing this?” he asked again.

 

“Yes, please,” Sango moaned.

 

A pleased smile crossed his face, and he concentrated on stroking her clitoris with the head of his cock. Soon, she was getting moist, and she twisted a little, making adorable squeaks and moans of pleasure.

 

“Ooohhh….myyy….AHHHH!” Sango shrieked as she came, coming off the bed and then slamming back down into it.

 

The monk kept at it a few more minutes, until he felt himself cresting his own orgasm. With a moan, he flipped off her onto his back at the last moment so he would not come on her.

 

They lay side by side, their eyes closed, as their panting slowly subsided. As he lay there, Miroku felt Sango reach out and take his hand. He closed his hand around hers and smiled.