10 Ways to Date a Perverted Monk

Rated: M (sexual content)

Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha.

AN: A small series of shorts with our favorite monk and slayer battling it out…with each other.

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Chapter 6 – How to Sate a Perverted Monk

It's always a pain when during battle, you accumulate wounds. Mainly because it gives you limitations. Slayers didn't like limitations. They liked to fight to the fullest of their abilities and give their all.

Sango grumbled as she dipped the rag into the lake water then rang it free of excess water. "Stupid bear demon," she muttered. What was it with bear demons anyway? No matter where she went, who she exterminated with, always, someone would be wounded.

Today, it had been her. Miroku had tried to block the swipe but just before he could jump in front of her, the bear demon's mate came from nowhere and ran at him.

Dabbing at the wound on her thigh, she hissed when it stung, sending jolts of pain through her. She threw down the now crimson stained rag. "Damn it!"

"Sango?" She heard the sound of the monk approach from behind then sit beside her. "Are you alright?"

Of course not. Her ego took a big hit today.

"Fine." She mumbled, tying the bandage Kagome had given her and pushed down her skirts to conceal her legs.

An eyebrow went up on his face. "You don't seem it."

She simply shrugged and looked to him. "How about you? I know that demon got you pretty good on your shoulder."

Miroku smiled. "A mere scratch."

Happy that he was okay, she leaned against his uninjured side, brow pinched. "I'm still in shock that we didn't pick up on that second bear. Usually mates don't stick around during the cold seasons."

Running his hand up her arm, he pulled her closer to him and he placed his chin upon her head. "Not all mates. Some prefer to stay near their loved ones for as long as they can."

She smiled and kissed his neck. Ever since they'd become intimate, their awkwardness became a thing of the past as they broke the barriers and became lovers.

"You know," he said after a few moments had passed, "I could check that wound of yours. Make sure it's not serious."

Sango frowned. "But it's fine I-" Lips pressed against hers and she immediately returned the fierceness as she pushed him down on the ground as she climbed over top. "On second thought, I think that might be a good idea. But first, I get to check you." She whispered hotly against his ear, sending a flare of arousal down south as Miroku uttered his agreement. Content that she didn't have to fight to win, she loosened the tie at his waist, allowing his robes to slacken. Brushing her fingers along his abs, she licked her lips then dipped down to nibble at them. Miroku let out a dark, lustful chuckle as his fingers ran along her arms. She purred at his touch as her lips crushed against his jugular and her thighs clenched his waist.

Immediately she jumped back as a shot of pain went through her thigh and she mentally cursed at her clumsiness.

Miroku was already up and checking on her wound, spots of blood already staining the bandage. "Still hurts?"

She gave a slow nod. "Yes, but I'll be fine." Carefully, Miroku ran his hand along her thigh until it reached just beside her core. Biting her bottom lip, she nearly fainted with anticipation as he trailed one lone finger along the curve of her folds but never entering. Sango nearly swore out. He was torturing her!

Before she could make a notion to kick his ass if he teased her any longer, she gasped when a finger sunk into her and her head fell back, black hair fanning out behind her and on the ground like a black river. Dear Gods, that felt amazing! He moved the finger in slow, sure circular motions before pumping his thumb along her clit causing her to grip clumps of grass between her nails and fingers. When she felt herself release, her body convulsed as she trapped Miroku's finger from any movement until she fell to the ground in a heap of loose limbs.

"Feel better?" Miroku asked, a leer in his eyes at his handy work. She smiled and shook her head at the pride he had in this. And did he ever deserve it too.

"Much." She purred and sat up. Making sure not to harm her thigh again, she curled up into his lap and reached down in the monk's robes to grab him in her hand. Hard as a rock, Miroku let out a breathless laugh.

"Apparently your not completely sated."

Sango gave a heated look that said she wished to lick and devour him whole and Miroku felt himself let go a bit of himself right there. With a pump of her hand, she worked him as her teeth nipped at his neck and chest. Already, Miroku could feel the powerful release building up when Sango dropped down took him completely into her mouth. He gaped, in shock. Oh gods, he was hitting the back of her throat! She rose and slid him back again and again, her fingers massaging just at the base.

"Sango...oh gods!" With a howl, hot liquid shot from him and down his woman's throat as she swallowed it all like a pro. Her hands untangled from him as she waited until he could watch her movements. Straddling him once again, she impaled herself on him causing them both to cry out. Miroku's robes came down to his waist, showing the sight of them joined.

It felt like a fire was building once again in the pit of her stomach and Sango would be damned if she let anything extinguish it. She started to ride him, knocking her body into his as the sound of flesh hitting flesh seemed to make her even wetter until she came with a scream, Miroku following shortly behind.

Once she could breathe again, Sango laughed as she nuzzled against the monk's chin, her hand resting just at his naked waist. "Actually, I decided to sate you, Miroku."

The monk cupped her face into his hands and kissed her hard on the mouth. "You should sate me more often if it's like this."

"Well..." Sango glanced around, "we have time to kill." She let out a squeak when he threw her down onto the ground and squeezed her breasts.

Apparently, that was exactly what he'd been thinking.

...

Quiet behind the brush of bushes, Kagome nudged Inuyasha in his side as they spied on their friends. "Why can't you sate me like that?"

The hanyou snorted at that, "That's funny. I was going to ask you the same question." And earned a nice cold-cock.