My favorite story that I've written
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sonjajadeAnyway, This is the 2nd chapter, which I extracted and published as a one shot called "Granite and Lotus", although in The Gallery it is title "Feels like the First Time". It's Sango and Miroku's wedding night, and it's simply my favorite piece. Hope y'all like it.
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Hope that cut thing works >_<
A/N: I wrote this for the Gallery of Memory, but I am really really proud of how it came out. Teensie-sama beta'd it for me and it is easily my favorite and finest piece I have. It's still in the Gallery of Memory (ch.2) but this is more than solid enough to stand on its own. So here it is.
also lyrics within are all from an Elvis song called Let Yourself Go. It's really hawt. Like sexy hawt. And I'm not really much of an Elvis fan, but this song was too perfect. It fit in great with what I already had written!
“Man, greet your wife! Woman, greet your husband!”
Miroku smiled at Sango’s blushing face. He leaned in and kissed her soundly on the mouth in front of everyone, with such passion that it was almost indecent as the village cheered behind them. When he pulled away from her, she was smiling struggling to keep her eyes dry. “I will be by your side, always.” He put his arms around her and hugged her close. She was finally his.
Two days before, InuYasha and Shippo had found a beautiful cave that had a hot spring while they were out hunting, and they told Miroku it might be a nice place to spend a few days getting acquainted with his new wife’s body.
“You got a plan for that night or are you just gonna lay her down and start plowing a row?” InuYasha was certainly an artist when it came to language.
“InuYasha. That is exactly the reason Kagome used to get so mad at you.” He turned and looked at his friend angrily. “Sango is not some whore that you just lie down and ‘plow a row’ with. She is going to be my wife, and is someone I care deeply about. It will be her first time, and I can’t go in there like a beast! You have to be gentle and tender when it comes to the deflowering of women. They are sensitive creatures that react very strongly to new things, especially that act of losing their virginity. If you go in like a beast, they will assume you care nothing about them. I care about Sango more than any other person in the world, and do everything I can to let her know just how special she is to me, so she doesn’t go running to the arms of the nearest person who is willing to show her a little attention. Sound familiar?”
InuYasha was taken aback by this. He knew Miroku was talking about how he treated Kagome and how she seemed to waver between him and Koga. Miroku only glared at him as he got up to go find this cave. He stomped off in the general direction that InuYasha had told him it was in when InuYasha growled for him to wait up. This conversation was supposed to be about Miroku and Sango! What did Kagome and himself have to do with it! “Why does everything always get turned around on me!? Why am I always the bad guy?" Miroku stopped and turned and shot InuYasha a look full of daggers at that remark. InuYasha's eyes went wide and then he looked away, at anything but Miroku, and said in a quieter voice, "Sorry. Maybe you're right."
Miroku’s eyes lost their angry glare as he said, “As pitiful as it was, I accept your apology. But if Kagome ever does return, you have to treat her better than you used to. You have to tell her how you feel, or else she will get tired of trying to guess and find honesty in another man. And who knows, it could be Koga, it could be Akitoki, it could even be Sesshomaru.” He saw InuYasha clench his jaw. “If you don’t want that to happen, make sure if she comes back you man up and tell her what’s in your heart.”
Shippo had come out of hiding now that Miroku seemed to have settled himself. “Miroku, can I ask you a question? I mean you don’t have to answer it but I gotta ask… Sango’s not your first is she?”
Miroku eyed the both of them who were both eagerly awaiting an answer. He contemplated telling them the truth, that she was not his first. His first had been four years ago. He was quite young still, and a lonely woman who lived alone on a flat prairie had asked Mushin if he would mind if the boy at his temple helped her with some farm work for about two weeks. He learned all about ‘plowing a row’ in those two weeks he was with her, but she also taught him a lot of things he would need to know later, like how to properly treat a woman during that special first time and every special time after that. She was his sensei in the carnal arts, and he’d passed with flying colors. While they were all out on the road together, he had stayed with women in the towns they came to, but as soon as Sango became a part of the pack, he stopped immediately. She was everything to him, and he knew then he was going to marry her if everything with Naraku came to a pleasant end.
But what he told Shippo was, “I can be very knowledgeable without having to have actually done anything can’t I? I’ve got two eyes and used to be the world’s biggest letch! I think I can figure it out fairly easily.” Both InuYasha and Shippo cocked an eyebrow at him in doubt but let it go at that. It was really none of their business anyway. And besides, he wanted to be the one to tell her, not Shippo or InuBaka. The cave was perfect, he had InuYasha and Shippo sneak down in the night and get it set up with a nice clean futon and put the new clothes he’d bought for her down there as well. And then the next day they were married, and he was now taking her on Kirara’s back to the cave that was about two miles away.
Kirara landed just short of the mouth of the cavern, letting Miroku gently lift Sango and set her feet on the ground. He patted the flaming nekomata and then told her to come back in two days. They watched her fly off into the dusk of night and they walked arm in arm to the mouth of the cave. Shippo had lit a fire for them and was just getting ready to leave as they peered inside. The stony walls had oil lamps set inside the little craggy spaces and the inside was warm and well lit. Shippo had made sure there was soap near the hot spring and drying towels, and the bed had been covered in a silk blanket and several fine silk pillows. These were no doubt from Sesshomaru’s palace, a little something Rin must have helped with. Suddenly Shippo felt very out of place, and he congratulated them both and then made a hurried escape.
Now they were alone, at long last. Because of the way the cave was formed, there was an entrance and then it opened up once you rounded a corner to the right. There was no worrying about prying eyes because of this little architectural detail. It made Sango feel at ease in her unconventional surroundings. Miroku stood next to her watching her face as she stared uneasily at the bed. He took her into his arms and kissed her softly, drowning in her big beautiful brown eyes.
Miroku's heart was pounding. His nose was flooded with the sweet scent of the flowers in her hair and the natural scent of her soft skin. He could feel his breath involuntarily quickening in his chest as he thought of this finally being the night. Months of traveling with her, staring at her longingly as she slept, just barely touching her when she was awake, hardly able to keep his wandering gaze from her backside as she walked in front of him... He thought of the nights he'd go off away from the group under the pretense of meditation only to in truth relieve the symptoms of his physical attraction to her, reveling now that he would never have to resort to such acts again. He closed his eyes and smiled in victory; at last she was his. As he held her, he could feel her heartbeat thudding through her body, her muscles tense against him. He softly dragged his ungloved hand up and down her back gently, trying to calm her as much as possilbe. "Sango," he said after a long stretch of silence between them, "you are so beautiful. There is nothing more I'd like to do than to lay your perfect body down on this bed and do everything my perverted mind has ever dreamed of doing to you." He felt her stiffen, but he continued to stroke her back slowly, lovingly. "But I am not someone who could do such a thing to someone he loves." Sango relaxed a little, thinking to herself, There's nothing more I'd like to do than to let you finally have your way with me, because it would be my way now too. Regardless of how she felt about him, she just couldn't shake this irrational fear, and she shivered against him, but squeezed him to her tightly. “My dear wife, I want you to know how much I love you. I want you to know that I will not hurt you more than necessary tonight. I will be as loving and tender with you as I possibly can be to make up for the inevitable pain.” He was mentally running through notes he’d made four years ago with the woman that had trained him. Don’t go too fast, don’t push too hard, let her dictate the pace, make her feel loved and not used, be patient, be gentle…
The thoughts running through Sango's mind however all ended with something like 'Wow, I've slept with old women who were better,' and 'Really Sango, you can't do any better than that??' She was afraid that she wouldn’t be up to his standards, that she wouldn’t be good. And what about the pain? Was she going to hurt all night? Would it be short and quick or slow and agonizing? She'd been too embarrassed to ask anyone about what to expect and so her mind was racing wildly. He held her tighter, nuzzling his nose to her neck and breathing in her smell, as he pulled the hair ornaments out, letting her tresses fall softly down her back. He softly brushed his lips against her neck, kissing her lightly, and she felt the first warm flood of desire for him wash over her body, stirring a heat in her belly she'd only felt in the heat of battle before. She closed her eyes enjoying this new sensation, even feeling herself instinctly lean her head back as she drew in a slow breath, and when she opened them again her eyes locked with his, cobalt blue and smoldering with the fire of passion; the light of his love for her dazzled in them. She stiffened instantly and gasped quietly as she jerked her head back down to stare at his collarbone, trembling harder than ever.
“Shh, we don’t have to do anything right this minute,” he said as he stroked her hair over and over again, feeling her relax minutely against his chest. “Tell me what about this has gotten you upset, I might have some answers for you.” He felt her face redden in embarrassment. “It’s alright Sango, really. I’m not going to laugh at you or make you feel stupid. What concerns you now also concerns me.” She only buried her face deeper into his black haori. He quietly held her and stroked her hair, and then said, “I can hold you like this all night, but can we at least sit down?” Sango pulled away from him with her head hung down and sat on the futon after she took the geta sandals off. He plopped down next to her and pulled her chin gently up. The kohl around her eyes was running down her pretty face.
“Sango, my love, please tell me what’s wrong!” His voice was full of concern and worry, thinking maybe she was having second thoughts about him. What if she's changed her mind? What if there's someone else? And then the most heartbreaking thought of all for him, What if I'm not her first? He pushed that away, but the thought continued to flutter about in the back of his mind, wondering if maybe that was why she was almost prudish around him, trying to keep her experience a secret... His thoughts were broken by her quiet whimpers as she cried into his chest. Please let her still want me... he prayed.
“Miroku…" she looked at him with runny black eyes full of unshed tears, "I... I don’t know what to do…" she sniffled. Suddenly it dawned on him and he smiled with relief, gathering her into his arms again. "And I don’t want to be awful for you, but I’m totally clueless here.” She wiped at her face, smearing what little makeup she had on all over her flaming cheeks. “I know I’m not your first, and I know that you’ve probably had some very talented women in your time before we met." That stung him to his soul. He couldn't deny that, but it hurt him that it was hurting her. "I'm intimidated by your past.” She snorted as she tried to keep from letting her nose run, a loud unladylike sound that caused Miroku to chuckle lightheartedly. She giggled a little as he took his sleeve and wiped her face clean of the pink and black streaks, letting her true unblemished beauty out from under its creamy guise. "I mean, my area of expertise is... well, I'm a fighter, not a lover."
"And the best!" he proclaimed proudly. Inwardly, he frowned that she felt so uncertain because of what he'd done before they even knew the other existed. He hadn’t told her anything, and as far as he knew neither had InuYasha or Shippo. She was astute enough to figure it out for herself. He felt so damned guilty... “Sango, I want you to know that I was too young to appreciate my first when she took me. I had no business being with a woman at that age, but I told myself when I found the right woman I was going to make it as special for her as it should have been for me. I am not pure. But I have kept myself pure from anyone else since I’ve known you. I could never participate in such an act while I loved you, unless it was with you.” She felt the sincerity in his voice and felt that desire for him in her belly grow warm again. What was this power he suddenly had over her? How was he able to stir such strong emotion from her like this with only his voice and his words? Her eyes were dry now, gazing at him with hope and the faintest flickers of the desire that had heated again in her belly. Mirkou cupped her face, those beautiful blues smoldering with wanton desire. “Please let me take you,” he said to her in a voice as smooth as velvet and so low it was almost a purr. She felt herself closing her eyes again as he kissed her jaw line in light little kisses that traced back to her neck. The heat in her stomach was roiling, and she began to feel her most private parts start to tingle as she deduced that this is what passion felt like.
Well baby I'm gonna teach you what love's all about tonight
Trust me honey everything's gonna be all right
You gotta do like I do there ain't nothing to it
Listen to me baby anybody can do it
All you gotta do is just let yourself go
“But I’m not going to be very good,” she said breathlessly as he growled out of frustration. He abandoned her neck for her lips, kissing her gently and sweetly. He ran his tongue along her bottom lip, soothing her as he felt her relax a little more in his embrace. A moan escaped her lips and then he let his tongue find it's way into her nervous, yet willing mouth. He slid across her pretty white teeth, tasting her heated breath, touched her still tongue lying there, and licked the roof of her mouth. He felt her tongue move slowly, wanting to reciprocate and participate with him, trying to follow his lead. She had slid her hand up and now held his face as well. He broke away from her just as he thought he would lose his mind and whispered, “I don’t care. I don’t expect you to be the world’s best your first time out." He wound his fingers into her long hair. "It will take practice, for both of us. I don’t know what you’re going to like or hate, just like you won’t know what I’m going to like or hate. The only thing I want you to do is tell me when it hurts or doesn’t feel good." He felt her tense a little that, but continued. "That’s all you have to do. I’ll take care of everything else, okay?”
She closed her eyes and nodded. He kissed her again, harder this time, and wrapped his arm around her back while he buried his other hand in her mane. He kissed her cheek, dragging his lips softly to just behind her ear, a trail of soft kisses down her neck, a long lick down to her throat. The passion in her stomach flared white hot, and another quiet groan escaped her lips. His strong arm held her tight against him as she finally relaxed. He came back to her mouth and said against her lips, “Tell me everything. Tell me what’s good and bad.”
“This is good.” She leaned into his lips and kissed him back, eyes bearing into his with desire leaping in them. Gods how she wanted this, to be able to be away from the others and just in his embrace. Sango was wrapped up tight in his arms and they were in a world of their own now. It began to seem unimportant as to why she had to be good at this, he seemed to be good enough for the both of them at the moment...
“And this?” he asked as he kissed her neck. She even tasted sweet. He couldn't wait to bury his face in her later and taste her nectar, but not this first time. That would come when she was a little more comfortable.
“That’s really good," she said in an almost panting voice. It stirred his loins awake. He was dying over and over again here, smothered in her scent and entranced by her reactions to his his touch. She was following his lead, and everything he did to her, she returned in a similar fashion. Now she left a hot wet kiss on his neck as well, causing his own eyes to close and let out a breathy groan of his own.
“And this?” he asked as he nibbled at her ear. She shuddered and drew in a hissed breath. That was his answer. He felt her moving against him and then she tentatively ran her own tongue out and tasted his ear. "Oh Sango," he said breathed, "That's one of my favorite spots..." Her eyes flashed open, and then she took his lobe in her mouth and tasted the metal of his earrings and the salt of his skin and he shook next to her. She released him and they both smiled at each other; she relieved that maybe this wouldn't be as bad as she'd imagined, and he relieved that she realized as such.
Now don't be afraid just relax and take it real slow
Cool it baby you ain't got no place to go
Just put your arms around me real tight
Enjoy yourself baby don't fight
All you gotta do is just let yourself go
He came back to her mouth, and she opened up for him before he even got there, letting him taste the sticky rice treat she’d last eaten before they left Edo. She bit lightly at his lips as his hands began to move across her body. He reached down and untied his formal haori and let it hang open to her. She ran her hand over his smooth muscled chest, to which he said, “That’s good.” She smiled at him again. His hands had come back to her lean body and tugged at her obi. “Is this okay?” he asked. Sango nodded against him. He rested his head on her shoulder so he could look down and see what he was doing. As he pulled the first knot undone, he groaned softly, "Kami, Sango... I want you so badly it hurts." One of the knots came out, revealing a second smaller one below that. "Were it not for my deep love and respect for you I'd be hilt deep right about now." Sango's heart thudded loudly in her chest, wishing suddenly that he was hilt deep in her. The fire raged higher inside her as she felt the obi fall into her lap. He grabbed it and tossed to one side of the cave and pushed her kimono open. The juban beneath was new and stiff, and he reached inside her kimono and untied the juban’s sash that sat just under her heaving breasts, so close he could feel them jiggle as he jerked the ends out so he could unknot it. It was utter madness that he hadn't grabbed and caressed one yet... When it was undone, the fabric went slack, and he looked into her eyes and asked, “Is it okay for me to touch you, Sango?” Those baby blues were just barely reining in the gentleman that wanted to treat her as a glass flower, but behind that she could see his own fire, the fire that burned for her. The one that, if coupled with her own inferno, would consume them both in a blaze of heated lust. Miroku was trying with all of his might to keep his animalistic craving for her hemmed in. His heart and soul cried out that he should be gentle with her and move at her pace, but the wild aroused man that lurked just under the surface of his skin wanted the exact opposite. That beast wanted to leap forth and plunder her strong body, bite and nip, lick and suck at her rosy pink nipples, run his scratched and calloused hands over her toned muscles, touch her with his manhood on every square inch of her soft skin... and then fill her with it to the depths of her soul, teaching her to scream his name over and over in a thousand different ways as he took her from one orgasm to the next.
She pulled back from him, and Miroku feared he’d pushed her too fast. But what she did was pull it open for him, revealing the creamy skin of her breasts and stomach. His eyes widened as she took his hand and laid it on her chest. “I want you to touch me Miroku. I’m not afraid anymore,” she said breathlessly. She tried to convey to him with her eyes that while she may be a little afraid of the unknown, that she was more than ready to go, so long as he was with her. With that he finished pulling her from her formal kimono and the ultra stiff juban as he gently laid her on her back, covering her neck with kisses. She shut her eyes tight, too embarrassed to even look at herself naked before him. He didn’t force it for the moment. She was already being as brave as she could be. He shed the rest of his garments and then laid all of the clothes off to the side on a wooden crate that contained some things he’d bought as gifts for her. They both were now as naked as they day they’d been born.
All you need is just a little rehearsal
The first thing that you know
You'll be ready for the grand finale
So come on baby let's go
He laid down next to her, kissing her ear. He said quietly, “I’m going to touch you where you’ve never been touched before. I promise you will like it.” She looked at him nervously with those eyes still so full of want for him. “This might just be your favorite part of what happens here tonight.” He smiled at her genuinely, and she nodded with a slight smile to proceed. He gathered her in his arm and rolled so he was on his side with her arm around his shoulders. He kissed her neck down to her breast where he stuck his tongue out and circled her nipple once, twice, thrice. It popped right up, as expected, and he gently took her into his lips and suckled there. Sango let out a whimper, and he stopped, asking, “Is this good or bad?” She pushed his head back down; he had his answer as he smiled against her, his heart thundering in his chest. It was taking a lot of time and control not to just ravage her the way he wanted to. But he knew this agonizingly slow pace would pay off tomorrow when she would be more eager and not afraid of him. As he listened to her whine and gasp happily, his other hand moved back and forth across her toned stomach, feeling a little euphoric at being able to satisfy both his beast and his gentleman in their wishes for his new bride. Eventually he slid lower and lower and lower. He felt the first bit of her pubic hair, then slid straight down and between her moistened split, right on top of a little bud of nerves.
He had barely touched her there when she jerked against him out of surprise. “Is this good?” She expelled a long “Yes,” as he started tapping the little bud in time with what his tongue was doing at her breast. She was moaning low and steady now, and Miroku’s blood began to sing in his ears. He took his fingers from her there and spit on them, then returned, this time instead of tapping he made circles there. Her hips moved forward into his hand, applying more pressure as she seemed to buck against him gently in a rhythm. He dipped into her hole, finding it quite slippery. He brought his dripping fingers back to her silky bud and pinched there. If he hadn’t been attached to her breast she would have sat straight up.
“I don’t know what you’re doing down there, but don’t stop,” she breathed. Eventually she was begging him to move faster or press harder, all the while moaning and twitching. Then her breath seemed to catch in her and she arched her back, and then she screamed his name. He felt himself stiffen to a degree he didn't think was possible as she came to her shattering end, all while calling out his name in different volumes and pitches. She shook and trembled and cried with her first orgasm ever, and Miroku released her flesh from his mouth and held her gently as the tremors ceased. She was clammy with sweat and still feeling the aftershocks of her first release. “Sango, did you like it?” Just like she, he wanted to be good as well.
She opened her eyes; he was right over top of her. “It was amazing.”
“I’m glad you enjoyed it.” He opened her mouth gently and kissed her passionately, and then licked down her neck and tarnished her creamy white neck with a purple and red love bite. He then kissed her again, sweetly on the lips.
“Sango, I love you very much, and I know I promised not to hurt you.” He had moved to all fours above her, speaking softly as he nuzzled her cheek with his. “There is only one part that must hurt, and it is when I must break down your barrier inside. I will do my best to make it hurt as little as possible.” She felt in his voice and his words that he was doing everything in his power not to hurt her, and that if there were another painless way to do this, he surely would have done it that way instead.
“I know what you have to do Miroku. I’m ready, and I love you. Thank you for being so gentle.” He bent down and kissed her as he readied himself to enter into her. He positioned her legs so that her feet rested on the futon with her knees bent. She looked down and caught sight of his erect organ and then immediately shut her eyes. He saw this and said, “Hey, it’s yours Sango. You can look at it, it’s okay.” She shook her head no, but he said, “Sit up for a second,” and pulled her up. “You need to see it; you need to know what’s going to make our children and what’s going to take you from a maiden to a wife. You need to see what you do to me.”
He sat back on his legs, unashamed and baring himself to her. He was very large now, fully upright and solid as stone. She looked with eyes that had never seen a grown man uncovered before, and then thought warily of the mechanics of how something that large was going to fit inside of her flesh, and then wondered how in the hell was it going to feel good. "You should name it," he said with a grin.
“What?” He took her hand and made her grab his shaft. It was rock hard and throbbing with his heartbeat.
“Name it. Then you will feel like it’s truly yours.” He thought he was going to explode with her touching him there. He made himself think of how InuYasha rudely asked him if he was going to “plow the row” with her and it seemed to help abate his urge. She gingerly touched him and then saw how he reacted to her touch. She stopped, cheeks aflame with embarrassment. Then she looked at him and said, “It’s hard as a rock, like granite.”
“Then we’ll call it your granite. Your granite pillar.” He laid her back again and readjusted her legs. He took one of the myriad of pillows and stuck it under her ass to push her hips up to him. “Are you ready for me?”
“Miroku, I’m scared again,” she said, fear in her voice. She could look demons in the eye and kill them, but she couldn’t let her husband take her virginity. It was total nonsense in her mind, but she couldn’t make the fear go away.
He kissed her gently as he wrapped his warm body around her. “It only hurts for just a second, and then it starts to feel good, like when I touched you before.” He was touching her slick hole with the tip of the granite pillar, just outside of where he wanted to be with her; he was on the edge of breaking her maidenhood. “I promise I will make it stop hurting as soon as I can. Just try to relax as much as possible, it will make it a lot easier.” She was trembling. “Take a deep breath…”
Take a real deep breath and put your warm red lips on mine
Just do like I tell you, everything's gonna be just fine
Kiss me nice and easy, take your time
Baby I'm the only one here in line
All you gotta do is just let yourself go
As she inhaled he moved in, slow as slow could go. Sango could feel the very thing she just gazed upon gliding tightly inside of her, feeling every detail of his flesh against her flesh, right down to the throbbing vein that had a crazy path just under his skin. It was uncomfortable, but not as bad as she'd expected, and so she forced herself to relax and concentrate on what he was doing to her now to distract her. When he felt himself come to a stop against her barrier, he leaned down and took her other nipple in his mouth, biting gently at it as she relaxed again and wound her finger around and around his little curl at the back of his head. For the moment he just stayed there, thoroughly pissing the angry beast off. He cried out to take her, to pound her tight little flower until the blood of her virginity became mixed with her own excited fluids. His gentleman inside beat the beast down though, and he was still for the time being, allowing her time to stretch to his size. Then he began to move slowly back and forth without diving deep, just moving in the space he had. She was so warm and so wet for him that it was hard for even his gentleman not to insist on pumping her into oblivion. After a moment or two, he could stand it no longer and groaned desperately, “I can't wait any more, this is it Sango. Take a slow deep breath with me.”
They both inhaled slowly and deeply, their eyes locked with each other in anticipation, and then he suddenly rammed home, breaking the barrier and ripping her virginity into pieces inside of her. She cried out in pain, as he knew she would. But once he was inside of her, he resumed the same slow and gentle pace as he had before he broke her down inside. Miroku was dying for his own release, but he wanted to be sure she was alright before moving that fast inside of her. It would all be worth it when she trusted him to repeat the act later. He felt for the first time her panicked heat wrapped around him fully, so tight he would have gotten stuck if it hadn't been for her earlier release of honey inside. He'd never had a virgin before. He was burning every single detail of her unexplored territory into his brain, feeling her silky soft flesh sporadically grip him as he groaned blissfully near her ear. The sound of his desire fanned her own flames higher, and they both felt a new wave of fluid seeping from deep inside her. "I take it this is good..." he breathed as he kissed her. Unable to speak, she simply nodded her head as she plunged into his mouth, tongue moving about slowly and timidly. Soon all trace of the pain he'd caused was gone, and a soft sweetness settled there, intensified with every gentle push he made within her. “If you want me to go faster say so,” he told her as he rocked inside of her, kissing her neck while she adjusted to having his largeness in a place that had never been touched by another being ever. He went slow and easy for a little while, the beast inside tormented by having to wait on her, but the gentleman wanting to treat her with the love and respect she deserved. Finally she raised up and gently bit into his shoulder as she groaned below him, "Faster..." The beast inside him flared and shoved that fucking gentleman out of the damn way. “Wrap your legs around me Sango,” he growled. She did as he told her and it caused her to pull him in deeper, and she whispered his name as he began to thrust inside of her for real. She was so tight, so hot, and so wet. He could smell her scent rising between them as he worked himself in her, and then he felt those silky inner muscles bear down on him. He knew she was coming again, and so he let himself go completely and plunged into her as deep and as fast as he could, concentrating on his own end. Sango arched her back a second time and he felt the rippling against his member for the first time. It drove him over the edge, both of them crying out in ecstasy. It was the first time he’d ever released his seed into anyone, and he loved the feeling of those pulsating folds on him as he spewed himself into her womb. He rocked a little slower now, and gently pulled out of her. He lay on his back next to her and she rolled to lay her head on his chest. He put his arm around her as he laid and caught his breath.
“Sango," he said as he turned towards her, "You were fantastic." He closed his eyes and kissed the top of her head, feeling her lips curl upwards against the sweaty planes of his chest. His hand stroked her side as hers trailed over his stomach. This was truly heaven. They laid in each other’s arms and drifted off to sleep as the blood of her innocence dried on his body.
