InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Sesshoumaru's Secret Life ❯ Miroku Gets His Wish ( Chapter 11 )

WARNING: This chapter contains a lemon and is meant for mature readers.

 

Chapter 11: Miroku Gets His Wish

 

“What do you mean you want to leave? I thought you just got here?” Inuyasha grumbled. Miroku had finally broken down and apologized to the hanyou and told him the reason he left to go seek out his sister. Inuyasha hadn't been totally surprised; he kind of had an idea that the two of them liked each other.

 

“I made a mistake in coming here, I'm sorry, Inuyasha for what I did. I never meant to hurt Sesshoumaru or to anger you but she doesn't want me. I saw her kissing Anoki,” he told his hanyou friend as he bowed his head.

 

“Anoki?” Inuyasha questioned, frowning. “Look all I know is that Sesshoumaru was the happiest I've ever seen her when she was with you. Are you sure you haven't misunderstood?” he asked.

 

“No,” Miroku replied glumly.

 

“Well I'll go get the girls and Shippou and we'll leave then if you're sure, but I'm going to say goodbye to my sister,” Inuyasha informed him.

 

Miroku nodded, “I'm going to go now. You guys can catch up with me?” he asked.

 

“Yeah, but you should talk to Sesshoumaru, you could be wrong about what you saw.”

 

“I'm not mistaken, this is best.” Miroku turned and walked down the stairs and towards the door. He was just opening it to step outside when Anoki stopped him.

 

“You've won for now, human, but you better be a good mate for my cousin. I will track you down if you ever hurt him,” he threatened cracking his claws and letting his yellow poison show at his fingers for added effect.

 

Miroku looked at him in total confusion. What did he just say? Me? I'm Sesshoumaru's mate?

 

“Why look so surprised? Sesshoumaru has chosen you. Don't tell me you haven't spoken to him, or are you just playing games with me?”

 

“N-no, I haven't seen Sesshoumaru-sama yet,” Miroku stammered shutting the door, his heart beating loudly in his ears.

 

Anoki grabbed the monk by the front of his robes, “I have not given up monk, if you do anything to disgrace my cousin, I will return and take him from you.” The dog demon grinned. “Besides, I can wait until you die, I'll still be here well after you're gone.”

 

“Anoki, release him,” Sesshoumaru ordered from just behind her cousins back.

 

Anoki dropped Miroku's robes and turned with a smile upon his face, “We were just having a friendly chat, weren't we Miroku?”

 

“Uh…yeah, there's no problem Sesshoumaru.”

 

The demoness didn't look like she believed a word of it. “I think you have overstayed your welcome,” she told her cousin coldly.

 

“I will keep in touch,” he returned bowing, giving the monk a knowing glance. He then walked out the door closing it gently behind him. Sesshoumaru and Miroku stood looking at each other and an uncomfortable silence descended between them. They both started to speak at once.

 

“I'm sorry,” Miroku bowed. “You first.”

 

“I am willing to give you another chance,” Sesshoumaru stated.

 

Miroku grinned. “You won't regret it Sesshoumaru, I promise.”

 

“I will hold you to that promise.” She stepped closer to him like a moth to a flame, she was entranced with the look in his eyes.

 

Miroku didn't need much prodding and he soon had her in his arms, kissing her deeply causing her stone like composure to crumble beneath his lips and searching tongue.

 

Neither noticed the group that had entered the hallway and were now staring at them. Kagome, Inuyasha, Shippou, Kohaku and Sango turned to go back to their rooms, leaving the couple in their heated embrace. Guess I don't need to say goodbye after all, Inuyasha thought with a shake of his head, vowing to have a man to man talk with his friend in the very near future.

 

They parted slowly, both breathing just a bit faster. “Come with me,” Sesshoumaru said heading to the stairs and to her room. Miroku followed behind, grinning from ear to ear.

 

Sesshoumaru had the fleeting thought that she should not do this now that she was in the first day of her heat but then immediately forgot her misgivings when she heard her door close behind the monk and his arms encircle her from behind. The heat from his body transferred though their clothing making her turn and embrace him, their lips locking together in needy passion.

 

By the time the two of them had stumbled to the futon and fell down side by side into the soft covers they were both naked, their clothing strewn on the floor in a trail to the bed.

 

Miroku caressed his hand over the center of her belly causing Sesshoumaru to gasp at the warm flush she felt creeping over her skin from the sudden pressure. He brushed his lips gently against hers and then pressed more firmly against her mouth. The before unfelt sensations of hands on her body caused Sesshoumaru to pull away from him, gasping in sudden nervousness.

 

“We don't have to do this,” he stated gently stilling his explorations, understanding her sudden reluctance.

 

Sesshoumaru blushed hotly in embarrassment at her own awkwardness. Was she not taiyoukai of all the western lands? She had faced strong enemies in battle without fear so why did this human male cause her to tremble with only the touch of his hands and lips. “No, I wish to continue,” she answered.

 

Miroku caught her hand in his and held it between them, crushing their lips together in a feverent kiss. She opened her mouth and he deepened the kiss, his tongue caressing against hers, their fingers still entwined. His lips left hers to trace kisses along the edge of her jaw causing Sesshoumaru to shudder as she felt him nibble his way along the graceful curve of her neck to the shallow dip where her collarbones met.

 

Miroku snaked his tongue along the bone to her shoulder loving the heat he could feel seeping from her skin to surround him. He heard her moan breathily and returned to her lips with a feverish onslaught of lip and tongue, swallowing her soft moans into himself. He let go of her hand and brushed his thumb against the darkening marks on her cheek, smiling at her the whole time as he moved his hand slowly down her neck to her chest.

 

His fingers felt so cool against her hot skin as he continued lower, tracing the sharp flare of her hip up to her waist, moving back up to caress the side of her breast. He stifled her moan with another kiss. His fingers swept teasingly over her nipple before moving to rest on the flat muscles of her abdomen. She shivered as he lazily slid his hand up her body to caress the space between her breasts before moving to her neck again.

 

Tendrils of pleasure swept along her spine accumulating in a throbbing pulse between her legs. Allowing her long suppressed emotions to take control of her, she began to tentively explore his body, gaining confidence at hearing his groans of pleasure as she stroked her palm and fingers over his chest, shoulder, back and buttocks.

 

Miroku touched the stump of her left arm gingerly and she allowed him to explore the scars there, trusting him with what she considered her only physical flaw. She pulled herself closer and kissed his chest gently allowing her fangs to graze the base of his throat and move higher. He moved his head to allow her better access revelling in the feel of her lips, teeth and tongue as she traced her way to his pulse point which was pounding feverishly beneath his skin. She nibbled along the edge of his jaw as he had done to her until she reached his ear where she playfully tugged at the lobe with her teeth before putting it in her mouth and sucking gently on it.

 

Miroku gasped at the feel of her sucking on his ear, his manhood enlarging to its fullness against her thigh. Now it was her turn to gasp as she felt him press the hardness of himself against her, the heat of his bare skin against hers felt scorching. He began to explore her face with his fingers, watching her reactions to his touch. He caressed her lovingly, lingering on the delicate curve of her cheekbones, her brow, the bridge of her nose, her lips. He traced the outline of the blue crescent on her forehead and the twin stripes on her cheeks, watching as magenta turned to brick red. He even ran his thumb over her red eyelids. “You're so beautiful,” he sighed out before capturing her lips yet again in a kiss.

 

She did not hide the desire she felt that was fuelled by years of carefully guarded longing. To be seen as she was and be loved as a woman was her deepest secret wish and she returned his kiss with animal fervour.

 

Miroku ended their kiss moving over her on his hands and knees, coaxing her to lie on her back beneath him. He leaned down until his lips reached her chest letting his mouth close gently over the raised nipple of her breast, sucking slowly and reverently.

 

Sesshoumaru gasped and arched up towards him, digging her claws into his hair, careful not to break the skin on his scalp, as her eyes rolled back into her head at the dizzying sensation of pleasure. She moaned throatily as he slid his tongue languidly over her nipple and the underside of her breast before moving to the other to lavish it with the same attention. She felt as if her heart was going to pound out of her chest and the throbbing in her womanhood had intensified to a near maddening level.

 

He sat back on his knees looking down at her with that smile that made her heart catch in her throat. She swallowed as he slipped his hands between her knees and slowly spread them apart, letting his hands run down to caress her quaking inner thighs. He positioned himself between her spread legs, running his tongue and lips up her belly, dropping kisses over her breast, into the hollow of her neck, up her chin and onto her mouth. He moved closer, shifting more of his weight onto her and she felt something pressing against the folds of her aching womanhood, the sensation both odd and welcome at the same time. He moved his hips against her more firmly and she felt a hot pressure begin to fill her. She gripped him around the neck with her arm, closing her eyes firmly as he entered her.

 

She gasped out in surprise when she felt the pleasant pressure begin to change into pain. Had her mother been right about this after all? She held her breath and he continued to push deeper into her and then bit her lower lip to stifle the cry that wanted to break forth when she felt a sharp pain followed by a burning sensation.

 

Miroku stopped moving as he felt her inner muscles clamp down hard and looked at her with concern. “Are you alright? Do you want me to stop?” he whispered.

 

“No, I was just surprised,” she returned, not willing to show or give into the fear she was beginning to feel. She had endured worse pain than this and she wanted to please Miroku, she would allow him to continue.

 

“It will feel better for you in a few moments,” he told her with that smile; always that smile. “Relax, okay?”

 

Sesshoumaru nodded and Miroku slid in a little deeper before setting up a slow pace until he felt her wrap her legs around his waist, locking her ankles behind him. She still felt a bit of the burning pain but it was quickly dissolving into a teasing warmth that was spreading up into her stomach. He picked up the pace, a low moan breaking from between his lips at the feel of her tightness surrounding him, his skin shivering as she traced her claws down his back making goosebumps rise in their wake.

 

She began to arch and thrust up against him as he began to move faster and harder both of them becoming frenzied as the pleasure coursed through their entwined bodies, the erotic feelings intensifying with each thrust. Sesshoumaru groaned out loudly as her body exploded in ecstasy of such extreme bliss that she thought she must have died and gone to heaven. She gripped him tightly, gasping out his name as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her.

 

Miroku's thrusts became more intense, his breathing coming in ragged gasps until he too cried out as his own orgasm hit him and he released his hot seed deep inside her. He collapsed against her with a final shudder, kissing her lips and cheeks and then rolling off of her to lie beside her. He pulled her to him and she rested her head on his shoulder, purring quietly as he ran his fingers though her hair.

 

“I want to stay with you Sesshoumaru, I want you to become my wife,” he told her, turning his head so he could look into her eyes.

 

She looked into his purple irises seeing the love he had for her. It was humbling to her but she still needed to protect her secret. Almost as if he knew what she was thinking he said, “Of course, we would have to wed in secrecy. You could tell others that I am nothing more than a spiritual advisor or some such thing.”

 

“I would have to think about this,” she returned. “I do want you as my mate but we do not need a human ceremony to accomplish this.”

 

“That may be so, but I am human and would like to honour my human traditions. It is important to me,” he told her, sitting up to look down at her seriously.

 

This was more than Sesshoumaru had ever dreamed of; to have a mate to share her life with was something she had felt would always be unattainable. She smiled at him and reached out to pull him back down on the futon. “Very well, if that is your wish,” she sighed as he again wrapped her in his arms.

 

“You accept my proposal?” he asked happily.

 

“Yes, now go to sleep,” she teased, letting her eyes close as the drowsiness of afterglow caught up with her.

 

“You will bear my children?” he questioned her, letting a yawn escape his mouth.

 

“Yes, as many as you want.” Having pups was another dream that she knew could now become reality and she snuggled closer to his warmth in blissful contentment, pulling the covers over them and allowing sleep to claim her, letting all the pain and misery of her past go as well.

 

Miroku kissed her temple gently, happier than he had ever felt in his life. He was soon breathing deeply beside her.