InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Stream of Consciousness: A LiveJournal Collection ❯ Cold Heat ( Chapter 39 )

Title: Cold Heat

Community: Iyhedonism

Theme: Cold

Place Earned: 1st

Genre: Hentai

Universe: post-manga canon

Rating: R

Word count: 495

Warnings: sexual content

 

 

**Warning: this story contains sexual content. Adults only, please**

 

 

Cold Heat

 

Miroku loved this time of year, and not because he enjoyed wading through deep snow or freezing whenever he went outside. But winter weather brought an opportunity for a particular kind of pleasure, one which he knew both Sango and himself waited for all year.

 

“Ahn…” she moaned. Her eyes were closed and she shivered in anticipation, not knowing when or where his next attention would fall. Popping what was left of the icicle in his mouth, Miroku reached down to his small pile of them, all picked from the roof, and took up a fresh one. Wielding it like a brush, he touched the tip of her nose, drawing it down over her lips as they parted and released a shuddering breath. He teased her tongue briefly, but pulled away before her lips could close around it. He had other plans for this particular icicle.

 

He started on her clavicle, moving in a lazy path down between her breasts and making her stomach muscles jump. Then he turned northwards again, languidly circling her right breast, the melting tip of the icicle leaving wet trails on her tender flesh. His fingers ached to touch, to massage those fantastically soft globes, but he held himself back. There would be time for that later. He continued slowly circling on her breast, drawing ever closer to the rapidly hardening nipple. Before he got there he pulled away, eliciting a plaintive whine from his wife.

 

Smirking, he popped the remaining ice in his mouth, sucking on it hungrily. Grabbing another icicle, he resumed his ministrations to her breast, hesitating as he reached her nipple, skirting around it but never letting it feel the frosty chill. She whined again, and reached a hand up to end his teasing. That was when he made his move. He finally moved the icicle to its destination while simultaneously latching his chilled lips around the nipple of her previously untouched left breast.

 

“Ah!” Sango cried, her body convulsing at the dual sensations. Her hands wove into his hair, clutched at his shoulder, unable to remain still as he simultaneously suckled and teased. Finally he threw the icicle away, bringing his now chilled hand into play, wringing fresh moans of pleasure from her as her heated flesh was assaulted by the delicious cold. Then he pulled away and, finding a small icicle in his pile, set it just below her breasts. Now he blew, directing the piece of ice on its course down the flat, quivering planes of her stomach toward the source of her greatest heat. She let out her loudest cry as the ice slipped between her thighs, barely grazing her core with cold before melting.

 

Miroku was reaching for another icicle when her hand grabbed his wrist. Turning to his wife, he met her heavy-lidded eyes, gazing at him in pure desire. In that moment, he decided she was cold enough for now. It was time to warm her back up again.