InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Stream of Consciousness: A LiveJournal Collection ❯ Spicing Up Our Sex Life ( Chapter 74 )

Title: Spicing Up Our Sex Life

Community: Iyhedonism

Theme: Fuck Like a Ninja

Place Earned: none

Genre: Hentai

Universe: Canon post-manga

Rating: R

Word count: 1,368

Summary: Miroku gets more than he bargained for…

Warnings: sexual content, a little kinky

 

 

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

 

 

Spicing Up Our Sex Life

 

Ooooooh! Sango fumed, silently wearing a track into the earth outside their hut. The nerve of that man! Not only was Miroku getting sex every other night, if not every night—not that she minded. And not only had they tried every position they could think of—again, not that she minded. But on top of all that, Miroku still had the gall to tell her they needed to “spice up their sex life.”

 

It was a good thing hiraikotsu had been out of reach at the time, or she might have fractured his skull. As it was, he received a nasty hand print to the cheek for his thoughtless and inconsiderate comments, and a wife who was royally pissed at him. Oh sure, he was probably repenting now, but there was no taking it back. Sex for her would never be the same now that she knew the truth, that he was bored with her. That was probably putting it too harshly, but it still hurt.

 

What the hell does he want, anyway? Does he expect us to fuck like animals? Actually, they had already done that. In fact, they had fucked like a lot of things, from farmers in a field to birds in a tree. Recently, Miroku had even suggested that they fuck like monks. And since monks were typically men, that could only mean one thing. She was not quite ready to cross that particular threshold yet; her husband had permission to touch the outside of her ass, not the inside.

 

So what was left? If not a monk, then what about fucking like a taijiya? Sango rolled her eyes. Taijiya weren't exactly known for their sexual escapades. Although…what if she incorporated some of her combat moves into their love play? She was certainly pissed enough to pull it off. But that would never work; taijiya combat moves focused on killing youkai, and most were unsuitable for battle against humans. That didn't mean she couldn't hold her own against humans, as she had shown on several occasions in the past. But that was the result of a whole different set of skills, thanks to the foresight of the taijiya elders who had ordered them taught to all young trainees. They were the skills of the ninja, specialists in combat against humans. The taijiya version had adapted those borrowed teachings toward restraint, victory without killing, since the taijiya way was to never harm humans except in the direst circumstances.

 

Sango stopped in her tracks, a wicked smirk breaking out over her features. This was a horrible idea. A horrible, evil, brilliant idea. Oh, yes, Miroku was going to get way more than he asked for. It was time to fuck like a ninja.

 

 

“Strip.”

 

“E-excuse me?”

 

“You heard me. Strip,” Sango repeated, crossing her arms over her chest and expectantly arching an eyebrow. Miroku stared at her for a moment, probably trying to fathom just what she was up to. The fact that she was wearing her taijiya garb only added to his confusion. But then he seemed to push aside his misgivings, and set about following her orders. And despite her resolve not to become aroused, Sango felt her body warm, her desire stirring at the sight of her toned and muscular husband removing his garments before her. But it would be some time before she allowed him to satisfy her needs. She had other plans first.

 

Finally he was naked, facing her unashamedly with his hands at his sides. Lechery warred with arousal and nervousness in his expression, making Sango grin inwardly. Good. He should be afraid. She walked toward him, curling around him and allowing her hand to trail along his back. When she reached his other side, his arm came up to grab her. Quick as a flash, she twisted it behind him.

 

“Ah! Sango, what are you doing?”

 

She didn't answer, merely lifting his wrist a little higher on his back. He made a feeble attempt to break the hold, and Sango let him go, watching with satisfaction as he stumbled away, rubbing his sore arm. I should have done this years ago!

 

“Sango, if you wanted to spar, I could have kept my clothes on.”

 

Sango simply smirked at him, loving how his eyes widened in apprehension. Before today, she had been predictable. But now, he didn't know what to expect, and it frightened him greatly. It was about to get a lot scarier.

 

She charged, feinting right and then moving to the left. She was past him before he could react, settling into a squat right next to him, one of her legs positioned behind both of his. A twitch of her hips and a flick of her knee later, and Miroku lay sprawled at her feet, stunned at the swift and seemingly effortless takedown. She went to the floor with him, rolling through another series of moves that left the monk hopelessly pinned. His body was heavily bent, a result of his ankles being trapped at his shoulders by Sango's legs, criss-crossed to give them added strength. One of his hands was held between her knees, and the other caught between her elbow and her side. And most importantly, she still had her right hand free.

 

“Sango! Wh—”

 

She placed her palm over his lips, cutting off his desperate pleas. “No talking,” she told him sternly, with more than a little seduction. His eyes widened impossibly, perhaps realizing her intentions for the first time. She snaked her free hand through the tangled mess of flesh they made and grasped his cock, surprised and delighted to find it already hardening. Her one worry had been that Miroku would be unable to get off in this position, but apparently that wouldn't be a problem.

 

He gasped as she began stroking him, his needy bucking nearly dislodging her. She couldn't sustain this hold forever, but it would last long enough to achieve her goal. She took a moment to strengthen her position, squeezing his cock firmly in reprimand. She was in control here. If he wanted to get off, he had to play by her rules.

 

Miroku got the message, going slack. Sango's caress was much more languid after that, as she teased him nearly to the point of insanity. His cock was harder in her hand than she had ever felt it before, and the tortured moans he was making sent waves of longing through her. Her pussy burned, dripping liquid fire, and she panted openly. Oh, how she yearned to touch herself, to take away some of the ache, but she would not surrender to temptation, not now when victory was so close at hand. Her husband was at his breaking point, having never been denied orgasm for this long. Finally, when she didn't think he could stand it any longer, she increased her rhythm, pumping him vigorously from base to tip. A strangled cry escaped him as he came violently, his whole body seizing with each spurt of his tormented cock. One, two, three, four, five times he spasmed, shooting his load onto his chest and belly. He continued to shudder intensely, his body still wracked with pleasure from what had been by far the most powerful orgasm he had ever experienced.

 

“So, Houshi-sama,” Sango teased, leaning over him. “How's that for `spicing up our sex life?'”

 

Miroku stiffened, his mind finally recovering from the ecstasy overload. Sango's grin wavered at the hungry look which darkened his eyes. He once again attempted to break her hold, and this time his reinvigorated form easily pushed past her tired muscles. Sango found herself leaning back on her elbows, gazing up at her husband's predatory form looming over her. She gulped, knowing it would do no good to beg for mercy before he pounced.

 

 

“Wow…” Sango breathed, totally spent. Her head was pillowed against her husband's shoulder, both of them sweaty, post-multiple-orgasmic messes. They had engaged in some rougher sex before, but he had never fucked her like that. Just remembering the overwhelming sensations, as well as her utter submission, sent a small thrill through her.

 

“Yeah…” Miroku agreed. “Hey, Sango?”

 

“Yes?”

 

“Could we…do that ninja thing again sometime?”