I am a monk called Miroku. I travel across fedual japan along side my comrades, Inuyasha, Kagome, Sango, Shippou and Kilala. We are in search of the sacred jewel and a demon named Naraku who cursed my family granting me a black hole in my hand. One of which will take my life should I fail to kill him. I'm usually very easy going and have somewhat of a deep appreciation of women... Oh and one more thing...
Bear my child?
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She arched her back into him so she could feel him better. Sango wrapped her arms around his shoulders, and bit her lip.
He moaned out her name her hot body enclosing all around him. He pushed against her soft body. He quivered above her, his hands sliding under her back, caressing her soft skin.
Sango’s eyes were full of blinding hot passion. She arched her back, as she felt him enter her. She let out a hiss of approval.
He pushed into her, her body ready and willing under his touch. She was so sensitive, it was almost like every move he did she responded to. He got to his knees, his hands planted on each side of her.
He knew she liked that. Sango tugged on his pants needingly. She slipped them to his knees before running her hands down his chest again.
He detached his fingers from her, glancing at her he licked them clean, her eyes following his tongue. He bent down kissing her lips before he arched her body, guiding her core down his erect manhood.
Sango let out a loud moan and her fingers dug into his shoulder. She was extremely sensitive. She hung her head, her body already beginning to perspire.
He could feel her tremble against him. Her legs clamping onto his hand. Mindful of her, he slowly lowered her onto her back, his own body curved over her. His hot mouth latched onto her collar bone.
Sango kissed his neck. She took his hand, sliding him against her. “Here, please.” She could barely see anything through the haze of desire.
Miroku pushed against her his fingers pressing against her hot core, inserting one into her he pumped her against a rhythm rocking her body against his hand.
Sango unconsciously bucked against him, holding him closely to her. “Miroku,” She panted. She wanted more.
Miroku grinned against her lips. Was it just him or was she more… vocal tonight? He dipped down to her, his leg pressing up against her maidenhood. “Tell me where you want it baby...”
Her moan was louder this time. Having the child made her body ten times as sensitive. She ran her hands down his chest, raking her nails on his skin.
He felt her swollen breasts press up against his chest. During even the couple weeks that she was pregnant her breasts had gotten significantly larger. Not that they weren’t big to begin with. He groaned against her, feeling the heat from her body.
Sango moaned and hung her head. Her hand balled up into fists as she felt him touch her. In a low voice she moaned his name.
Miroku lifted his lips to hers kissing her passionately. He dipped his head to the side, running his fingers across her hip until they cupped her backside, bringing her closer to him.
Sango sighed a little bit and slowly undid her robe. Her leg slid over his and her body burned even more.
Rolling onto his side Miroku’s hand dipped into her open robes, settling itself on her firm taught skin, smoothing over the creamy texture. He applied pressure with his fingers, massaging her.
Sango began to kiss him again, slowly moving her lips against his. She grinned, pressing her body closer.
And it hit him.
Miroku couldn’t keep the grin off of his face as he wrapped his arms around her body dragging her closer. So thats what she wanted. He broke apart from her kissing down her neck. “You know love… You feel a little warm…” He sighed moving his tongue across her delicate skin. “Perhaps you should… take these off…”
