InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Stream of Consciousness: A LiveJournal Collection ❯ A Virgin's Dilemma ( Chapter 49 )

Title: A Virgin's Dilemma

Community: Iyhedonism

Theme: Virgin

Place Earned: none

Genre: Hentai, Romance, Humor

Universe: canon

Rating: R

Word count: 998

Warnings: sexual content

 

 

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

 

 

A Virgin's Dilemma

 

After days of frustration and many hours of deliberation, Sango had come to a fateful decision. She wanted sex. Badly. And she knew her chosen partner would have no objections whatsoever. She had debated with herself tirelessly over the past few days, and her budding desires had finally overcome her shyness. She was ready to approach Miroku about sex. But there was one major problem with her newfound courage.

 

She was a virgin. And as an honorable woman—and taijiya—she had to save herself for marriage. That's what her mother and all the other older women of the village had preached. There was some dissent among her peers, but she hadn't heard of anyone actually breaking the rule. She wondered how many young people had died that horrible day without ever having a chance to experience the physical side of love. And she did not wish that fate upon herself.

 

But there was a way out of the dilemma, a way she could share in the intimacy of sex without breaking the rule. As far as she knew—or cared to know—the old taijiya custom only prohibited vaginal sex before marriage. Some of her more mischievous peers had come up with quite a few methods of intercourse that did not involve taking a girl's virginity. They were spoken of only in conspiratorial whispers, and carried a filthy and immoral air. But Sango was getting desperate. If she couldn't actually have sex, she wanted to come as close as possible. This wasn't about making children; it was about closeness, both physical and emotional. It was about pleasing her husband-to-be, showing him that his obvious lust for her did not go unanswered. And if that was wrong, then she would live with it.

 

That night, after the others had fallen asleep, she gently shook Miroku awake and motioned for him to follow her. The monk was quite perplexed, and silently fell into step behind Sango as they made their way into the forest.

 

“Sango? What is it?” Miroku asked softly when the taijiya stopped and turned to face him.

 

“M-Miroku,” she stuttered, surprising him with her use of his name. “You do still intend to become my husband when our journey is over, right?”

 

“Of course I do. Why would you even need to ask tha—mmphh!”

 

Sango's lips effectively prevented him from saying any more, not that he minded. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close. She tiled her chin up to meet him, loving the feel of his embrace. This was the closeness she had been searching for! They spent the next several minutes engaged in tender kisses, mostly innocent but sometimes straying beyond the boundaries of chastity. But Miroku seemed to sense that it would be unwise to push too far too soon; in all truthfulness, he was just grateful for this level of intimacy. When they broke apart neither said anything, but they were all smiles on their trek back to camp. Both had trouble falling asleep.

 

Over the next week, this became a nightly ritual, and each looked forward to it. Instances of groping decreased dramatically since Miroku had been given a constructive outlet for his attraction. Sango often found his hand on her bottom when they were kissing, but then she didn't care in the slightest. After awhile, however, kissing wasn't enough. They needed more, and one night it prompted a discussion as to how far Sango was willing to go. As expected, Miroku had no problem waiting until marriage for the “real deal,” but was very excited about the other possibilities the taijiya hinted about. He had some suggestions in mind as well. And so the adventures began…

 

Getting him off with her hands was easy, if not a little messy. He asked to return the favor but she shot him down. But soon handjobs got stale as well. It seemed they needed variety as much as they needed more intimate contact. The next logical step was probably oral sex, and Sango knew Miroku was thinking it. But to his credit, he didn't say anything, willing to wait until his fiancée offered such a privilege on her own. Sango had some other ideas first, only some of them good. Feeling silly one evening, she suggested a “nosejob,” and Miroku's ego ballooned a little bit as he proudly declared that he was “too big” for that. Unfortunately, she suggested bringing him to completion with her armpit on an evening after they had fought in a grueling battle. Miroku's less-than-enthusiastic reaction put him in hot water with the taijiya, and as a result he got no action that night. Sango took a bath in a cold river. Miroku mischievously suggested anal sex one evening, and Sango nearly bashed his head in. He could touch her ass, but he couldn't do that! Finally the pair settled on oral sex and Sango discovered it wasn't nearly as unpleasant as she feared. It was thrilling how much power she had over him when his throbbing member was inside her mouth.

 

But through it all, the pleasure was one-sided. Miroku eventually gave up asking to touch Sango in so intimate a manner, until one night when his control finally snapped. He sat up and grabbed Sango's hands, holding them tightly and staring into her eyes as he spoke.

 

“Sango, I've been letting you please me because I know doing so makes you happy, but this isn't fair. I want to touch you, give you as much pleasure as you give me. Please, let me show you how much you mean to me.”

 

Sango's gaze softened; in that moment, her carefully-constructed resolve collapsed in on itself. And suddenly she didn't care what anyone else would say. She loved this man, and she wanted to be with him in the most intimate way two people can. And as she felt Miroku slide inside her for the first time, she knew that she would never regret her decision.