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Well, for some reason livejournal keeps cutting the end off of my Chapter 7 of The Feud: A Marriage Made in Heaven. After doing an edit of my last journal entry 3 times (@_@), I finally decided... or realized (depending on how you want to look at it and how cruel you want to be to me...)that it just wasn't going to work!! So, I've decided to make a new entry and post the end, which really isn't much, there. I wounder... is there a size limit on entries?? I must find this out... *_*
~*Duchess
He kissed her possessively then as he thrust his tongue between her swollen lips. Playing with her tongue with his own he coaxed her to follow his into his mouth as he pushed down his pants as far as he could. He soon broke the kiss to remove them completely before returning to her mouth.
Sango pulled him down against her as she wrapped her arms around his neck to thoroughly kiss him back. Finally flesh to flesh. She squirmed as his heated and slick with sweat skin met hers. She trembled as his talented hands and fingers quickly brought her to the edge again.
This time he kept her there as he played her body and ravaged her mouth. Rubbing his hips between her legs he groaned as she squeezed him between her thighs. Miroku rubbed his hands up and down her sides, along her breast, before settling them on her behind. Another area he planned to thoroughly go over next time. He tilted her towards him, holding her up as he rubbed the tip of his length against her folds; slicking himself with her natural juices.
He stayed absolutely still then as he waited for her to open her eyes and look at him.
Sango whimpered. She could feel him sitting at her entrance. She tensed waiting for him to shove into her. She relaxed after a moment when nothing happened and opened her eyes.
Brown locked with purple.
She slowly gave him a nod and at the same moment he slowly slid into her. Sango flinched from the sharp pain and held her breath. She began to breathe again a moment later when the pain ebbed.
Miroku sat very still. He was buried to the hilt inside her heat. He had to gather himself before he disgraced himself and finished before her. He couldn’t believe he was finally where he wanted to be. After a few shuddering breaths he ran a hand down her left leg to the knee and bent it around his waist.
Catching on, Sango moved her other leg into place around him and sucked in a trembling breath when he sank further into her. Sango arched up then. She couldn’t believe the pleasure she got from having him inside her. She undulated against him.
At her movements Miroku figured she’d had enough time to get use to the feel of him and slowly pulled out then slowly sank back in. He kept up like that for a while before speeding up his movements with her moans.
Sango moved her body to meet his at every stroke. Soon they built a rhythm all their own. She could feel that delicious feeling growing inside her again.
“Miroku…” she moaned as she arched into him.
Miroku shuddered as she moaned his name. He loved the way she’d said his name just then. He moved deep into her to make her say it again just like that. He could feel her body tensing below him and began to alternate between long slow strokes and short fast ones. Then one fast long stroke, pushing deep into her, and watch her cry out as she, once more, shattered around him.
Miroku groaned as her inner muscles squeezed around him as he continued to push into her slowly. He gave one hard push and shot into her as he called out her name.
“SANGO!!”
Sango wrapped her arms around him as he collapsed against her. She rubbed his back as his breathing returned to normal. He gently pulled out of her and Sango flinched lightly from the sudden feel of emptiness.
Miroku rolled to her side before gathering her to him. His mind was boggled. That was the best intercourse he’d ever had. He couldn’t remember ever feeling with anyone the way he’d felt with her.
“Sango?” he called softly to her where her head was settled against his chest. “Sango, are you okay?”
He waited a moment for a reply, then looked down when he decided she wasn’t going to answer him.
He lifted his head and tilted it slightly to get a look at her face. He blinked at what he saw.
Sango was fast asleep with a soft smile across her face.
Miroku rubbed a finger along her cheek before reaching over to cover them with the blankets. He kissed the tip of his finger then and rubbed it over her swollen lips.
‘His wife.’ He was married now. Miroku had one fleeting thought that he didn’t think it would be too bad being stuck with just one woman for the rest of his life if it was Sango that he was stuck with, before Morpheus came to pull him away as well.
To be continued…