InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Thirteen Times, My Love ❯ Thirteen Times, My Love ( Chapter 1 )

Thirteen Times, My Love

 

I can't believe he asked me to do this…Sango thought.

 

It was their first wedding anniversary, and Miroku had said he had something special planned for them, if she would grant his request as her gift to him. At first, as they took off their clothes, she thought they were going to make love. Then he produced the short, silk, ropes, grinning wickedly. As she surveyed her husband, spread-eagled naked on the floor of their house, his wrists and ankles bound thirteen times, she wondered what was going on…

 

Thirteen is my lucky number….Miroku had told her, eyes sparkling with a mischief that made her apprehensive.

 

“Sango, my love, we are not finished yet,” Miroku said, bringing her out of her reverie.

 

“So, next can I untie you?” Sango said, crossing her arms and eyeing him dubiously.

 

When all she got in response from him was laughter, Sango wanted to blush angrily. But she had promised him a gift, and this is what he had asked for.

 

“This is only the beginning,” Miroku said, and she stifled a sigh. “Slap me, thirteen times, all over.”

 

“Miroku!”

 

“Please, my love?”

 

Sango looked into his big, dark, pleading eyes, and hung her head in resignation. Kneeling over him, she laid slaps with her small, strong, calloused hand to the hard planes of his body. As he moaned in obvious excitement, she caught a glimpse of him getting erect out of the corner of her eye….Oh, it figured….

 

When Sango was done, she knelt at his side and cocked an eyebrow at him. Miroku was panting, but not in pain. His erection drummed against his taught abs.

 

“Are we finished?” Sango asked hopefully.

 

“No….not yet,” Miroku breathed. “Lick me, anywhere you want, just make it….”

 

“Thirteen times….” Sango finished for him.

 

Well, at least she was not hurting him this time…

 

Starting at his neck, Sango's pink tongue darted out, and she licked him softly and sensually, running downward over his chest and stomach. She saved the last, long, lingering lick for his cock. He gasped and strained against his bonds. A little, wicked smile on her face, Sango looked up at him.

 

“Now, ride my cock Sango,” Miroku said. “I want to feel you come…”

 

“Thirteen times.” They said in unison.

 

Now, this is getting interesting…Sango thought, as she straddled Miroku and guided his cock inside her.

 

It was exhilarating for Sango to have such control, and she rode him hard and fast, the head of his cock inside her and the shaft rubbing against her clitoris bringing on orgasm after orgasm. She threw her head back in abandon, her long black hair flowing like dark rain, and screamed as they exploded inside her, one after another. But when she had had thirteen orgasms, Miroku pulled his hips away and slid out of her, leaving her whining at the loss.

 

“Now you can untie me,” Miroku said. “It's my turn to come…”

 

Sango's eyes opened wide at his words….THIRTEEN TIMES?! Oh, kami….