InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Sesshomarus Revenge ❯ A Walk in InuYashas Forest ( Chapter 6 )

A/N: I think I may need to do a trade in on my muse, if anyone will give me anything for her. I'm burning her out. So here it is, like it or not, the next chapter. Hope it's not too awful.

 

Chapter 6

 

A Walk in Inu-Yasha's Forest…(or That Tree Sure Sees A Lot of Action)

 

Late afternoon in Inu-Yasha's forest, Miroku and Sango made their way to the tree. The sun's rays as they shined through the leaves was beautiful, and Sango wondered what the supposed “evil aura” of the forest was supposed to be. Yet, beauty could be misleading, she thought, as the memory of Sesshomaru loomed in her mind. His was a deadly cold beauty, and what he did to her still lived like a nightmare in her soul. Yes, if there was one thing she had learned it was that beauty could not always be trusted.

 

Miroku wanted to say so many things to Sango, but her pensive silence kept him from saying anything at all. He told himself he was lucky she had let him do this much for her. She could be giving him the cold shoulder like Kagome did to Inu-Yasha before they first brought the girls to Kaede's village. The time that had passed since their affair had ended had taught him to appreciate what they used to have. Maybe the right time would present itself soon for him to voice what was in his heart.

 

Standing apart from the rest of the forest was Inu-Yasha's tree. Although Miroku and Sango were not very familiar with it, it was unmistakable. Sango went up to it and placed her hand on a section of the tree that bore an impression. It had ridges outlining where the bark seemed to have grown around something, and it had a vaguely human shape.

 

“This must be where Inu-Yasha was pinned to the tree by Kikyo's ensorcelled arrow.” Said Sango.

 

Miroku came over to also touch the bark of the tree.

 

“Yeah, fifty years in a death-like spell.” He said.

 

“Yes, my poor little brother,” said Sesshomaru sarcastically, stepping up to them, seemingly from nowhere.

 

Sango flinched away from him, a gut reaction she had no control over, and Miroku came over and put a protective arm around her shoulders.

 

“So, did that Kagome girl tell you to bring the child to me when it is born?” he said.

 

“Yes, I will bring the child.” Sango said, raising her head to look him defiantly in the eye.

 

Miroku could feel tremors going through Sango, belying her brave demeanor.

 

“I am not saying I have made any decisions as to this child's future. I am only giving you a chance to bring it before me. At that time, we will see.”

 

“I understand.” Said Sango.

 

No sooner had she spoken then Sesshomaru was gone. Sango's heart was beating so hard she thought it would burst. If it weren't for the support of Miroku she thought she would collapse. Seeing him again was more terrifying then exterminating demons had ever been. Tears sprang to her eyes as the terror gave way to soul wrenching pain.

 

Miroku had felt Sango sag against him, and he was full of concern when he saw the tears.

 

“Sango, are you okay?” he said.

 

At his words the dam broke, and she started sobbing. He put his other arm around her and held her close, her tears soaking the shoulder of his robe. She held on to him as he rocked her gently from side to side, softly stroking her black hair, in an effort to comfort her. To see his brave Sango like this was almost as devastating as when they had found the girls in Sesshomaru's palace. He felt helpless in the face of her pain.

 

Miroku did not want them to return to the village with Sango in such a state. It would only make everyone upset, and he knew Sango had her pride. Carefully he slipped an arm under her legs and carried her under the tree. He found a place where he could rest his back against it, and held her across his lap. Her sobs were coming in gasps now, and the tremors were coming in small waves. He could feel her hot moist breath on his neck.

 

“I'm sorry, I'm so sorry…” he found himself saying.

 

“You don't have anything to be sorry about,” she said sniffling, “you're not responsible for what Sesshomaru did to me.”

 

“I know, it's just…I still care about you Sango, and it hurts me to see you in pain.”

 

“Oh, Miroku…” she sighed, and reached out to caress his face which looked so concerned.

 

He gently took her hand from his cheek and kissed her fingers. Then he put it back and held it there, his eyes closed. Sango was dumbfounded to see the monk so emotional. During their time together he had never acted like this. It was an odd but comforting reaction. Slowly the pain was subsiding, and so were her tears. The warmth of Miroku's body lulled her, as he cradled her, and so did the feel of his face against her hand. Her lips were near his throat where she rested her head on his shoulder, and she felt compelled by this proximity to kiss his pulse throbbing there. The taste and smell of his skin as she kissed him made her feel secure with their familiarity, like finding something that had been lost that you were not aware you had missed.

 

Miroku removed her hand from his cheek and turned to look at her wonderingly. He searched her eyes and ran his hand through her hair, and she gave him a little smile. Raising her hand, she ran her fingers lightly over the solemn expression on his lips.

 

“Who is this monk?” she whispered teasingly as he kissed her fingers again. “I don't remember you being this way before.”

 

Miroku flushed and looked away, feeling slightly embarrassed and a little foolish.

 

“I was stupid Sango,” he said, “I was so busy playing the perverted monk I let us fall apart. It took all this time and this terrible thing that happened to you to make me realize that I love you.”

 

He glanced up at her quickly to see her reaction to his confession. She looked thoughtful, and slightly pained.

 

“You could love me when I am carrying another mans' child?” she said wonderingly.

 

“It wasn't your choice,” said Miroku, “how could I hold it against you?”

 

To his surprise she through her arms around him and took him in a big hug. When she let go, she looked at him with the most wonderful smile on her face, her eyes glittering with emotion. To his further amazement she leaned up and kissed him on the lips, and he was so stunned it took him a few moments to start kissing her back. The passion that suddenly erupted between them made Miroku panic. He broke the kiss reluctantly but firmly.

 

“Sango, I'm not trying to take advantage of you.” He said. “This really is not what I expected.”

 

“I know,” she said, “please kiss me, Miroku.”

 

“Are you sure?”

 

Her response was to take his face between her hands and bring his lips back to hers. She would have never thought to seek comfort in her ex-lovers arms before now, but at this moment it felt so right. Although completely unexpected, Miroku's declaration of love was leading her to believe that maybe their relationship deserved a second chance. But she was not ready to tell him this yet. First she had other needs that she did not want to control.

 

Sango started to tug at Miroku's robes, anxious to feel the warmth and strength of his body. He helped her, and soon his clothes were in a pile underneath him. Hesitantly he began to take off her kimono, and she readily stripped until she was as naked as he was. She then pushed him back against the ground and underneath her and lay down full length on top of him so she could feel as much of him as possible pressed against her. Again they kissed passionately and she writhed and rubbed her body on his. Miroku's erection had started the moment she had disrobed, and was now throbbing between them, rubbed by her sweet skin and squeezed by the weight of her body. The feel of her hard nipples as they brushed his chest was maddening. When she broke their kiss and lifted herself up on her hands, she let her full breasts fall in his face and he sucked on them hungrily. Still allowing him access to her breasts, she drew her legs around until she was straddling him and moved her nether lips so they parted and pressed her entrance directly on his cock. Slowly she rubbed herself on him, the wetness of her arousal giving ample lubrication. She drew herself up until the head of his member was rubbing her clitoris, eliciting gasps of pleasure from both of them.

 

Just when Miroku thought he was going to explode, Sango stopped. He lay their panting underneath her as she positioned herself to take him inside her. Gratefully he felt her insert his length into her, and he slid in easily because she was so hot and moist from her exertions. Slowly she started to ride him, and he gave her control, matching his thrusts up into her with the rhythm she created. When her orgasm rocked her she was unable to keep moving, and bent over on top of him while the contractions took over. It was all Miroku could do to hold back and not thrust madly into her, he was so close to his own release. Suddenly she rose back up, tossing back her long hair, and smiled mischievously. He gasped as she started to ride him hard and fast.

 

“Come on my love, it's your turn.” She said, and he needed no other urging.

 

Before he knew it she had him climaxing as he thrust into her deeply, lifting his lower back and ass off the ground. They both were breathing heavily after ward, and he reached up to pull her back down into his arms. Quietly they held each other for a few minutes, both lost in their own thoughts.

 

“Sango, does this mean….” Said Miroku, trailing off before he could say anything that might open him up for rejection. To his dismay he felt very vulnerable at this moment.

 

“I won't promise you anything,” said Sango slowly, “but if you truly mean all that you say, I am willing to give us another try. Just be aware that I'm not the same after what was done to me by the demon lord. Please believe that I would never purposely set out to hurt you.”

 

She turned to look him in the eye and see what affect her words had on him. He looked serious and thoughtful, but not hurt and afraid, as she feared.

 

“I understand,” he said softly.

 

“One thing you may never understand is how the pain has twisted me inside. It runs deep and I may never be free of it. But if you will have me this way…”

 

Sango sighed, and as she came down off the high their lovemaking had produced, she could not stop the few tears that fell onto his chest. To his credit, Miroku made no remark about this, only gently wiped away her remaining unshed tears from her eyes.

 

A/N: Ok, there it is. I think I can get my muse rebuilt, but I doubt I can trade her in. I can't afford a new one at this moment, so I hope everyone will cut me some slack. R&R Onegai, and maybe I'll get another chapter out by weeks end (if anyone is still interested).

 

 

 

 

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