InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Springtime in Sengoku Jidai ❯ Sango's dirty little game ( Chapter 2 )

Inuyasha returned to camp the next day to retrieve Kagome's backpack, and ward off any awkward questions from Sango and Miroku. Fortunately the pair was still sound asleep when he got back. Thinking quickly, he decided to leave them a note so he could have his mate to himself for a few days. Besides Kagome hadn't taught him to write for nothing!

 

“Dear Sango and Bouzo,

Kagome went back to her time for a few days. I will watch over her. Don't eat all our food.

 

-The Mighty and Most Fearsome Lord Inuyasha”

 

Feeling rather pleased with himself he scooped up her backpack, bedroll, and the pot for making ramen, and darted back into the forest before either woke and found him lingering.

 

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Sango awoke to the sound of birdsong, and the wind ruffling through the trees. Blearily she opened her eyes and wondered why she was so warm and comfy. Turning her head, she realized she was spooned up against Miroku. The monk had a satisfied smile on his face, even in his sleep. Blushing profusely, she gently removed herself from his embrace, and pulled her hair back up in its custom ponytail.

 

A fluttering of paper caught her eye in the thin light of dawn. Pulling it out from under the rock that was pinning it down, she read the note scrawled in Inuyasha's crude handwriting. Her lips twisted into a wry smile at the phrase “watch over her”. That obviously was Inu-hanyou language for “be an annoying pest, hang over her shoulder, scare away her friends, and eat all her ramen”

 

Upon reading his self-proclaimed title, Sango rolled her eyes and folded up the paper, tucking it into her pocket. A childish yawn woke her out of her musings and she greeted Shippou as he wandered over to her. Pouring herself a cup of tea, she gestured the kit to sit over by her.

 

“Kagome and Inuyasha left in the middle of the night Sango” Shippou whined. “They obviously didn't want to take me with them since Inuyasha was gonna mate Kagome.” Sango choked on her tea and stared strangely at Shippou.

 

“What gave you that idea Shippou-chan?” Sango asked warily, wiping tea off her chin. Shippo rolled his eyes dramatically, giving Sango a `duh!' look.

 

“He stunk of it! Everyone but me and Kirara stink of mating season! He carried her away in the night, cause he was gonna mate her, and you guys cant be there for that. That's special for youkai. And hanyou too I suppose.”

 

Sango stared at the kit, astonished. In the back of her mind, she snickered again at the phrase “watch over her” which apparently means “screw her till she cant walk” in Inu-hanyou springtime language.

 

Looking over at Miroku, she wondered if he would oblige her in the same manner. Blushing again, she glanced back at Shippou, who was greedily slurping his own cup of tea. “Eh, Shippou-chan. Would you do us an enormous favor?” Shippo glanced up at her over the rim of his cup. A speculative glint came into his eyes.

 

“That depends on what you want me to do…?” Sango tried to sport a concerned look on her face. “Well, maybe you're too small…” Shippou squeaked indignantly “I am not too small! I'm actually big for my age! I'm strong too! I can do anything!”

 

Sango shrugged non-commitally. “Perhaps. But I need someone really brave to do what I have in mind” Shippou climbed onto her thigh, tugging at her hair. “I'm brave! I would go against Naraku myself if he were still alive!”

 

Sango raised her eyebrows in astonishment. “That's pretty brave Shippou. Well, I really need someone to help Kirara take my Hiraikotsu to Totousai, and stay with her till he gets it fixed. You see it's got an awful crack in it, and I cant possibly fix it with the materials I've got here. If someone were brave enough to go with Kirara and stay in the fire-lands for three whole days while Totousai fixes my Hiraikotsu, he might get a whole package of pocky.”

 

Shippou's eyes grew large at the mention of pocky. “Don't be silly Sango. I'd be glad to do that for you!” A sly glint came into his eyes “Of course, half that package of pocky would have to be paid up-front…”

 

Sango barely restrained a giggle, as she rifled through her pack, pulling out the promised package of pocky. “Sounds fair enough. Half now, and half when you get back in three days. I'll go load up my Hiraikotsu on Kirara.”

 

Finally the two were ready for their `dangerous journey', and Sango helped Shippou up on Kirara, who was already munching on his pocky. Just as Kirara leapt into the air, Shippou shouted out “Next time you want time alone to mate Miroku, you can just ask me up front. But I'll get your Hiraikotsu fixed anyway!” Sango blanched and wondered just who had gotten the best of whom.

 

A low chuckle emerged from Miroku's bedroll. “Can't put anything past that kit. He's getting much too smart for his own good.”

 

Sango turned to find Miroku lounging on his side with his head propped up by one fist. Unconsciously, she licked her lips, visually devouring the sight of his bare chest. The monk raised one eyebrow, then a wicked grin overtook his face.

 

“Say, my lovely, why don't you stop staring and come over for a nibble or two?” He asked lecherously. Sango took one step forward, the stopped herself. Realizing that the perv was just teasing her, she decided to play turnabout.

 

“Oh no thanks. I've already had my fill. Now if you don't mind, I think I'll go take a soak in the hot springs.” Snatching up a towel, she sauntered off into the trees. Miroku watched the way her bottom swayed when she walked and groaned audibly. Suddenly an idea came into his mind. Of course he had no idea that Sango was making plans of her own…

 

Just as Sango slid into the water, she heard a rustling in the bushes behind her. Probably the monk having a nosebleed over her nude form. Grinning slightly, she let out a low moan. “Ohhh it's so hot in here. I don't think I'll be able to soak for very long…” Carefully she listened and caught the barely discernable sound of his harsh breathing.

 

Rolling her eyes at his horniness, she slipped a few fingers between her thighs, deciding to get started. After all, she wasn't going to let him get his for quite some time, so having a head start might be a good idea.

 

Biting her lip, she pushed her index finger and middle finger past her inner barrier. She was still quite tight, since it was only yesterday that she had lost her virginity to the delicious monk.

 

After a few more moments of stroking herself, Sango decided that Miroku must be to the point of running out and jumping in with her. Reluctantly she removed her fingers, and hoisted herself up on the edge, making sure to splash lots of water around, and jiggle her breasts in the process.

 

Settling herself on the edge Sango idly trailed her fingers across her breasts, and down her stomach, giving herself a few rubs across her very sensitive nub. Listening carefully, she could tell that Miroku had seen this as well, and would not wait any longer. Bracing herself, she pretended not to hear him tiptoeing into place behind her.

 

He was ready to strike…but so was she. Just as a hand reached down to stroke her bottom, she leaned back slightly, grabbed the offending arm with both hands, and threw the monk over her head and into the pool of steaming water.

 

Miroku pushed himself off the bottom of the pool and breached the surface, spluttering water and indignation. Sango laughed at the pathetic sight. He was even in his robes! The drowned rat paddled his way over to the edge where she was sitting and gave her a pathetic puppy face.

 

“Sango, my love! Why would you do such a thing? I don't even have a change of robes!” It took Sango a few attempts to stifle her giggles. “I think, perhaps you should go sit by the fire and dry off. We wouldn't want you catching a cold now, would we?” Sango gave him her most innocent face, and inhaled deeply.

Miroku stared at the rise and fall of her breasts, and found his head leaning toward one, wanting to taste it. He was getting closer…almost there….then suddenly a palm on his forehead halted his progress.

 

“I'm going to go back to camp. Have a nice swim!” Wrapping the towel around herself, Sango picked up her clothes and strolled back to camp. Miroku sat with his chin propped at the edge of the pool, watching her walk away again. Those legs! Those long, bare legs! Licking his lips, he hoisted himself out of the water, and made his sopping way back to camp.

 

Sango didn't have long to wait. Just as she was brushing her hair out in front of the fire, a sopping, aroused monk made a beeline for her. “Sango dearest! Why are you avoiding me?” Sango raised an eyebrow at him.

 

“Avoiding you? Don't be silly. Now take off your clothes.” Miroku stared at her, his jaw hanging dumbly. Shaking his head he blinked a few times and glared at the woman suspiciously. “Why?” Sango rolled her eyes.

 

“You're soaking wet. If you take off your robes, I'll set them by the fire so they'll dry. You can wrap yourself up in your bedroll in the meanwhile. Sulking, Miroku stripped off his robes, insulted that she turned her back during the process.

 

Slipping into his bedroll, he shivered dramatically. “Sango! I think I might catch a cold if I don't warm up quickly! You should get in here with me!” Sango busied herself amongst the packs, humming quietly.

 

“Oh, I don't know, you might do something dirty… How about you just sit there, and I'll warm you up from over here?” Miroku attempted to work that out in his head and failed miserably. “I don't think that's possible Sango love.” He wailed pathetically.

 

Apparently finding what she wanted, Sango clutched her prize and stepped behind a tree, calling out “Oh, I've got a great way to do that. Something Kagome told me about..” After a few moments of grunting, and cursing, Sango stepped out from behind the tree, clad in only a black silk negligee.

 

Miroku's jaw dropped and his eyes bugged out. Sango walked seductively towards the dumb-stricken monk. “Kagome said she ordered this for me for just such an occasion. After all, that's what girlfriends do! They plot and plan, and figure out the best way for us to get what we want.”

 

Stopping at the packs again, she bent over at the waist, giving the monk a brief glimpse of her bottom. Standing straight, she held something silvery and shiny. Miroku had no idea what this was, but he was quite sure that it might be bad.

 

“She also got me these. They're called hand cuffs. Would you like to see how they work?” Miroku meant to say no, but all he could do was nod dumbly. Sango gestured for him to sit up, and he did, eagerly, but she only stepped behind him, and grabbed both of his hands. Before he knew it, he was bound by the silvery things, and could not move his hands towards that scrumptious bottom.

 

Sango smirked at his panic-stricken face. Even still, his arousal poked up from underneath the blanket. Pushing the blanket aside, Sango settled herself between his legs and raked her nails down his bare chest. Miroku shuddered and his eyes found their way to the deep valley of her clevage.

 

Sango continued her slow torture of his body, scratching here, and tickling there. Every once in a while she would get his hopes up by moving her fingers, or her lips towards his straining member, then stopping at the last second, and moving to play somewhere else.

 

To Miroku it seemed like hours of torture. The sweetest, sexiest, most painfully arousing torture ever. And he loved it. He loved the way she took control of him. He loved the way she made his body dance to her tune. He loved the wicked grin she constantly wore. But still, the need to bury himself in her wet pussy, was a driving hunger, slowly pushing him to the brink of insanity.

 

Sango noticed the slightly insane look on his face, and her smile grew wider. He was such a good pet. Pulling back, she waited till he had stopped thrashing, before murmuring. “Miroku darling…” His focus immediately zoomed in on her face. Sango winked, and spread her thighs, giving him a full view of her glistening blossom. His mouth dropped open and he leaned forward, wanting to taste that sweet flower. Dipping a finger in the wetness between her folds, Sango thoroughly coated her finger with her fluids.

 

Miroku began to pant, hoping she was going to do what he wanted her to do. Raising the finger to eye level, she gave it a tentative lick, blushing furiously. Miroku groaned and she raised an eyebrow. “Oh, did you want some? How selfish of me!” Leaning forward, she placed her finger against his lips, and he sucked it into his mouth, his tongue working quickly to receive his prize.

 

Sango giggled at the strange sensation. She had about had enough of this teasing though. She was wet, horny, and wanted Miroku to bang her into oblivion. When she had decided that Miroku had divested her finger of her juices she pulled it out of his mouth with a pop.

 

“Now my love. Listen very carefully. I'm going to undo the handcuffs.” Miroku's eyes lit up. Sango trailed a finger from the tip of his erection all the way down to its base. “I want you to fuck me any way you want. Got it?” Miroku nodded eagerly, and she moved around his back. Fumbling slightly with the key, she finally got the blasted things undone.

 

There was a moment of stillness.

 

Then before she knew it, Miroku had her pinned beneath him. He was busy sucking on her collarbone while one hand fondled a breast, and the other squeezed her bottom. The man was like a whirlwind. His hands were constantly roving, pinching and squeezing, making up for lost time, while his lips moved from neck to breasts, and back to her neck. Sango let the wave of sensations hit her like a ton of bricks, until she could take no more. Panting heavily, she pushed at Miroku's shoulders, who sat up, and took the opportunity to divest her of the negligee.

 

“Please Miro…take me.” Miroku's eyes flashed as the beauty beneath him begged him to ravage her. Miroku pulled both her legs up, so that her ankles were resting on his shoulders. Carefully he positioned his weeping member at her hot entrance. Groaning to himself, he pushed himself firmly into her, causing her to moan lowly. He wanted to take her hard and fast, but she was not loose enough….yet.

 

Pushing all the sensations he felt to the farthest corner of his mind, he began to pump in and out of her slowly. Sango groaned and thrashed about, begging him to take her harder. Miroku filled his hands with her breasts, and ran his thumbs over her pert nipples. Slowly, he increased his pace, till she was grasping the blankets, begging him to fuck her hard.

 

Stroking one hand up the backside of that fine ass, he grasped her thigh, and pulled out, causing her to whimper. Before she could utter any complaints though, he rolled her onto her stomach, and pulled her up onto her hands and knees. Grasping her hips, he thrust into her soaked pussy. Sango cried out, and Miroku let his eyes and hands wander all over that beautiful bottom.

 

Finally he gave her what she wanted, and rammed into her hard, and fast. Sango moaned and whimpered and called out his name. He could tell she was close when her cries became distressed and she began to push back against him.

 

Leaning over her sweating back, he placed his lips against the shell of her ear, and murmured “Fucking me back kitten? How sexy.” She moaned at his dirty words, and continued to push against him whenever he thrust into her. Miroku wrapped his arms around her chest and pinched her nipples, causing a yelp to rise out of the panting goddess beneath him.

 

“You're going to cum for me, aren't you kitten?” Sango nodded eagerly, pushing harder against him. Miroku grinned. “Does dirty talk get you off? Well believe me as soon as we've rested, I'm going to fuck your throat. Got it?” Sango nodded again moaning. “And then I'm going to eat out your wet pussy, fuck you with my tongue. You'll cum all over my face screaming. You want that kitten?” Sango nodded again.

 

Miroku lifted himself off her back, and rammed into her with renewed vigor. “Then cum for me!” He hollered, and slapped her ass. Sango let out a long moan, as her walls twitched and she exploded in ecstasy. Miroku let all the suppressed sensations catch up with him, and shot his seed into her forcefully when her walls clenched around his member. With a shout, he pushed himself as far into her as he could, letting their climaxes wash over them, like an unstoppable wave.

 

Shortly after, Miroku pulled his blankets over the two of them, and curled up against Sango's back, spooning against her nude form. The stars were just coming out, and they watched the sunset from the comfort of each others embrace. Just as night fell and Miroku was drifting off into sleep, Sango's soft voice jerked him into wakefulness.

 

“Miroku?”

 

“Hnn?”

 

“Did you mean it?”

 

“Mean what?”

 

“All those things you said you were going to do to me once we've rested.” Miroku smiled against Sango's soft black hair.

 

“Of course my love. But only if you want it too.” Sango smiled to herself and pushed her bottom firmly against his tired member.

 

“I do.”

 

“Good. Now go to sleep, so we have enough energy for it later, hmm?” Sango nodded and tugged the blanket up to her chin.

 

“Good night Miroku.”

 

“Good night Sango.”

 

“I love you.”

 

“…I love you too….”