InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Unexpected (REPOSTED) ❯ The Unexpected Redux ( Chapter 2 )

The Unexpected Redux

 

 

 

“Well, I think this spot is as good as any other place to stop,” said Miroku.

 

He turned back and looked at Sango and Kagome. They looked beat. They were not going to get to the next village without a break.

 

“Hah, we're so close, why should we stop now,” said InuYasha with his customary impatience.

 

He stood with his arms crossed and legs spread, a scowl on his face. Wearily Kagome walked up to him and tugged on his arm to get his attention. He looked down at her and she beckoned him to come closer so she could say something softly in his ear. What ever she said seemed to mollify him, and he sat down on a rock in the clearing of the forest where they had elected to make camp.

 

The four of them split up to find dry wood and kindling for a fire. Miroku noticed that Inu Yasha and Kagome started off in different directions, but then caught a glimpse of Inu Yasha veering off in the direction Kagome had taken.

 

Kagome was waiting for Inu Yasha, and when he caught up to her she took his hand and they moved stealthily through the forest to a sunlit meadow they had passed earlier.

 

“Do you think this is far enough away from the others?” said Inu Yasha.

 

“I know that it is the best place around at the moment for what we have in mind,” said Kagome.

 

“ I just don't want that lech Miroku stumbling upon us,” said Inu Yasha.

 

Kagome giggled.

 

“Don't worry Inu Yasha.”

 

The meadow was warm and sweet smelling and Inu Yasha began to pull Kagome to him as soon as they entered it.

 

“Uh-uh, Inu Yasha,” Kagome said, “you wait until I get my clothes off first. I'm still trying to discreetly sew together the ones you ripped off me.”

 

Inu Yasha was out of his clothes in a flash and watching Kagome intently as she carefully disrobed. No sooner had she placed her folded clothes in the grass than he was upon her. He picked her up by the waist, her legs flew around his waist, and he crushed her to him. Her arms went around his neck and they kissed passionately. Inu Yasha became even more aroused by the feel of her soft breasts and hard nipples pressed against his chest. His erection was throbbing, twitching against his abdomen, and the tip was brushing up against her labia and her opening, sending shivers of need through both of them.

 

When Inu Yasha couldn't take it anymore, he lifted her from where she clung to him and guiding his cock with one hand and her body with the other, he penetrated her.

Kagome gasped.

 

“Are you okay?” he asked, “is this too soon after the first time?”

 

“No,” whispered Kagome and shook her head.

 

He braced his legs and moved Kagome up and down, using the thrust of his hips to penetrate deep inside her until their pelvic bones touched. Briefly he looked down at her face to see that her eyes were closed, face flushed, and small gasps of pleasure were escaping her parted lips with each thrust. He was satisfied that this was what she wanted, and let himself melt into the feeling of her moist, hot walls as they clung tightly to his cock with his rhythmic thrusting.

 

Sango felt ashamed from where she stood discreetly watching Inu Yasha and Kagome from behind a tree. Am I no better than Miroku? She thought. But she could not leave her spot and kept glancing up at the two of them, where InuYasha had now started to make love to Kagome standing up, Kagomes legs wrapped around his waist. Their choice of love making position and Sango's angle of view left nothing to the imagination. Every time she looked their way she saw the whole long shaft of Inu Yasha's cock penetrating deeply into Kagomes softly moaning body. This was an unfamiliar feeling to Sango. Her heart was racing and a moist heat was building between her legs. She was riveted by shame and arousal.

 

When Miroku got back to the chosen campsite there was no sign of anyone. It looked like no one had been back there since they had split up earlier. Miroku dropped his load of twigs and decided to go find them. He bet he knew what Inu Yasha and Kagome were up to, but where had Sango gotten too? They had agreed to never stray to far from each other when they could never know if or when another demon could come upon them looking for a shikon jewel shard.

 

Miroku finally spotted Sango some ways into the forest and could tell by the way she was standing partially hidden by a tree that she was trying to be discreet as she was watching something-or someone! Did she know her right hand had strayed to her crotch and she was clutching herself there? He could not see her face, but sure wished he could. He decided to come up to her slowly, but in her line of vision so he would not startle her or Kagome and Inu Yasha who he was sure she was watching.

 

Sure enough, they were at it again. Kagome and Inu Yasha were so intent on their love making Miroku was sure they did not know they were being watched. Sangos eyes were wide and filled with emotion when she turned to look him in the face as he came up beside her. The hand she held to her mouth was trembling, and she was gently biting her finger. She did not say a word to him, but realizing she had been clutching herself, suddenly let go.

 

The now familiar gasps and grunts of Kagome and Inu Yasha could be heard. Miroku looked over at them just in time to see Inu Yasha lowering Kagome into the grass on her back, her legs around his hips, buried in her up to the hilt. There was a soft rustle and they disappeared into the tall grass.

 

“Come on Sango,” whispered Miroku, putting his arm around her shoulders. “ The show is over.”

 

To his surprise she let him keep his arm around her as he led her away.

 

“Do you want to talk about it?” Asked Miroku as they made their way back through the forest.

 

Sango made to shake her head at first, then shrugged.

 

“I'm ashamed,” she whispered, “but I felt this strange longing come over me as I watched them…and I couldn't turn away.”

 

Miroku laughed softly, sliding his arm down to her waist and letting her head fall and rest on his shoulder.

 

“What they're doing is only a natural expression of the feelings they have been hiding from each other for so long.”

 

“How long have you known about them,”

 

“Oh, I think yesterday was their first time together.”

 

He remembered the way Kagome had staggered back to the campsite the other day. The dazed expression on her face and the way she gingerly sat down on the ground. She and Inu Yasha seemed to be making a great effort not to look at each other, but Miroku could see them stealing glances at each other when they thought no one was looking.

 

Miroku debated on whether he should try and take advantage of Sango's mood. Although she seemed ripe for the picking, he did truly care about her and didn't want to hurt her by manipulating her to his own desires in her obviously vulnerable state. He decided to play it by ear. She had never let him get this far before.

 

Sangos head still rested on his shoulder. Miroku turned and gently kissed her forehead, which elicited a sigh from her. He rubbed her side, being careful not to get to close to her breast and possibly scare her.

“So, you never had a sweetheart back in your village?” he asked.

 

She shook her head.

 

“No, I think all the boys were intimidated by me.”

 

“Oh, I see.”

 

“What do you see?” she said, moving her head off his shoulder to look at him.

 

They had almost reached the campsite. Miroku stopped walking and put his hands on her shoulders. He turned her around so they were facing each other and gazing into each other's faces. He wanted to see her expression, to gage what she was feeling. She looked earnest and confused, her brows drawn up in consternation and a pleading look in her eyes.

 

“ I see a beautiful, brave and intelligent women who should not be ashamed of her feelings. Those boys back in your village were stupid if they could not see passed the demon slayer to the true women that you are.”

 

Sango turned her eyes away. She pursed her lips. She seemed to be considering what he had said rather doubtfully.

 

“How can I believe that,” she finally said to him, “no one has ever said anything like this about me before.”

 

“Let me show you,” he said and drew Sango into an embrace. She didn't resist. He cradled her in his arms and gently kissed her soft cheek. She smelled fragrant and cool like a spring day. Taking his left hand, he put a finger under her chin and tilted her head up to look at him. There was no resistance to be found there, just a searching look. She was still waiting for him to prove what he had said to her, and showed no fear or revulsion.

 

Gently he kissed her lips. Due to her inexperience, she did not part them at once. Then she seemed to relax and let him slide his tongue in her mouth and gently caress her tongue with his own. She learned quickly and their kisses became deep and passionate. Miroku felt lust erupting in him like a volcano, but forced it back to a reasonable level. Sango had never done this before and he could not ruin it by letting his lust take control. He had to take it slow. He drew her to the ground to by the edge of the campsite and pulled her onto his lap. Cautiously, he let his hands brush her breasts through her clothes. Sangos hands came up and she mirrored him, stroking his chest. Very slowly he started to disrobe her. She fumbled a bit with his robes so he helped her get them off. Soon she was sitting naked astride his legs, and the sight of her full breasts, small waist and gently flaring hips sent spasms of lust through him. His erection throbbed and jerked, hitting his bare legs until she was pressed up against his chest, his cock imprisoned between their bodies. He let her feel it against her while he gently caressed her and they kissed again, deeply. He kissed her neck, her shoulder the tops of her breasts, and felt her quiver each time. He could feel moisture and heat building from between her legs in his lap. He took her breast in his hand and brought the rosy nipple to his mouth then sucked gently but firmly. She gasped and shivered. The warmth and moisture grew. Miroku was trembling with the effort to control himself. In some ways, fighting demons was easier then holding his lust at bay.

 

But Miroku took the time to bring Sango along, caressing her smooth skin, licking and nibbling her full breasts, her throat, and sliding his hand underneath her to gently stroke her moist folds. It was going well. She responded to him with soft gasps and shivers and was kissing him with true desire and need. She rubbed her body up against him, against his straining erection, which caused it to leak fluid.

 

Finally, he felt she was ready. He picked her up by her waist and guided himself into her. She was so ready, her hymen released easily. All she did was give a small gasp and flinch but then she relaxed. I'm going to make this last, he thought. I'm going to keep control. He started to move inside her smoothly and gently, slowly deepening his thrusts, picking her up by her waist and rocking her back and forth on his cock. She moaned and closed her eyes. He was relieved. She was obviously enjoying it, but he had been almost sure she would.

 

Kagome and Inu Yasha were trying to surreptiously pick grass and debris from each other's hair as they walked back to the campsite. Inu Yasha stopped suddenly, listening.

 

“ What is it, what do you hear?” said Kagome and glanced around them fearfully.

 

Inu Yashas eyes narrowed, then a slow smile curved the side of his mouth. He turned to her and motioned for her to be quiet. Silently they crept up to the campsite, Kagome clinging to Inu Yashas sleeve. Then she heard it too. Moans and gasps, but not of pain. As Miroku and Sango came into view, Inu Yasha pulled her down so they would not be seen.

 

“Inu Yasha, should we be doing this?” she hissed.

 

Inu Yasha turned to her and smiled, a wicked glint in his eyes.

 

“Why not?” He said.

 

Kagome wanted to berate him, but she couldn't without possibly disturbing Miroku and Sango, so she just sat next to him and simmered.

 

Inside Inu Yasha was gloating but he was also fascinated. He had little enough sexual experience of his own not to be intrigued by the sexual habits of others.

 

Miroku was lying on his back on the ground and Sango was astride him. He was lifting her up and down on his cock, and he could see it glistening with each up stroke. Her head was thrown back, her full beasts bouncing, her hair hanging down her back and shimmering like black rain.

 

Although he had thought himself thoroughly sated after his last session with Kagome, he felt himself getting aroused. Kagome noticed and gaped at him accusingly.

 

“How could you?” she whispered at him furiously.

 

He looked at her with that evil glint returning to his eyes, and a sly grin stole over his face. He began to push her down onto her back.

 

“I can't believe you Inu Yasha,” she said, “here and now? After all we just did?”

 

“ Well if that's how you feel about it,” he replied, scooping her off the ground and throwing her over his shoulder, “then it's back to the meadow with you.”

 

As he hauled her off, speechless, the last thing she saw was Miroku and Sango, blissfully still going at it.

 

“Did you hear something?” Said Sango.

 

“No” gasped Miroku, “ S'probably some animal.”

 

It took a few moments for Sango to relax again and get back into the rhythm. He only hoped he could make her come before he came himself. If he held back much longer he may not come at all. To his relief a new sort of trembling seemed to come over Sangos body, and he could feel small contractions squeezing him, steadily becoming stronger. Sango opened her eyes and looked at Miroku with some dismay.

 

“It's alright,” he tried to say soothingly through clenched teeth, “just go with it. You'll be fine, I promise.”

 

Sangos orgasm shot through her, arching her back, and a small shriek escaped her lips. She was now contracting on him so hard he could take it no more, and he exploded into her. He bucked, lifting off the ground, and Sango collapsed on top of him, panting.

 

“So,” he breathed, “how was it. Okay?”

 

Sango couldn't say anything, he felt her nod her head against his shoulder and give his other shoulder a clumsy pat.

 

He put his arms around her and held her to him, his cock still inside her, throbbing from the after effects. It seemed to him that steam was rising from their clasped genitals. He thought about the disturbance that had almost thrown them off course during their lovemaking. He hadn't told her that he glimpsed Inu Yasha at the other edge of the campsite, rising off the ground and throwing a frazzled looking Kagome over his shoulder and carrying her off. Miroku smiled to himself. He didn't know how much they saw but he didn't mind. After all, hadn't he and Sango taken guilty pleasure in watching them together these passed two days? But Sango may not feel that way. Her first time should not be spoiled by anything.

 

No one said anything to each other when Inu Yasha and Kagome returned later. They decided they were all too beat to make it to the next village by nightfall, and decided to camp the night where they were. They each stood watch, and the night passed uneventfully.