Sango applied some of the strange fragrance Kagome had given her for the ceremony. Kagome had told her in a bashful way that she could also use it for tonight, and she decided that given Miroku's apparent reaction to it, thought it would be welcome in their wedding night.
The door knocked and Sango, a woman who had been raised to fight demons and help defeat the seemingly invulnerable Naraku, felt her palms sweat from anxiety.
"Sango. Are you decent?"
She couldn't help but chuckle at that. Her new husband, a perpetually lecherous monk, already knew how to ease her tensions.
"Are you only coming in if I say no?" Sango replied. "Please, come in."
Miroku entered and shut the door. He looked at his bare right hand as if it were alien. "It feels strange, without having to keep the wind tunnel sealed."
Sango came close to him. "I promise your hand will get used to it," she offered as she interlocked her fingers with his.
Miroku nodded and gave a soft kiss to Sango's cheeks. "I know. The wind tunnel may have been a great power, but it was a curse that would have destroyed me."
Sango kissed him back. "Wind tunnel? I meant your hand won't be groping any more ladies backsides again."
Miroku smilled, "Oh?" he asked as his hands slipped behind his bride.
"Well, other ladies, anyway," she replied as familiar hands fondled and then gripped her firm, pert derriere.
"Ouch," Miroku said and backed away. Sango was befuddled and then released she had slapped her groom reflexively.
"Sorry, sorry Miroku." She kissed the hand shape imprint on his cheeks. "It's all muscle memory."
Miroku nodded. "That's understandable. At least I lasted longer that time than ever before."
Sango was trying to stay calm. She had heard stories of sexual incompatibility (albeit phrased more vulgarly) from other girls in her village and during their adventures, and she was worrying that her decision to postpone intimacy with Miroku until tonight would ruin it and the start of their marriage. "I... I think that will be my only resistance. I want us to be one tonight, really."
Miroku embraced her, his hands drifting down to her attractive rear momentarily, and then up to the small of her back. "Not to shock you, but I do too. I don't think you need to worry, since there are other things I can do with my hands, with your blessing."
Sango's eyes widened, but then remembered foreplay was important. She had been told this by Kagome whom while not personally experienced as far as she could tell, said that knowledge of the intimate arts was widely available in her future time.
She gave Miroku a long, passionate kiss and then said unnecessarily, "Bless me, with your hands."
Miroku moved his hands around her, just below her sizable bust. He worked at undoing her kimono as she tried to take off his robe. The partly clumsy undressing caused them both to laugh, but they eventually stood naked. They took in each other in the soft light and then Miroku carefully but eagerly picked her up and set her on the bed.
"You're so beautiful, Sango," Miroku said while gazing into her eyes. Miroku moved to her feet, and then started tickling them.Sango laughed loudly and kicked semi-voluntarily. Miroku had a strong grasp and continued to tickle her feet in alteration for some time. He stopped for a moment when he noticed her eyes were watering.
"Do you want me to stop?" he asked.
Sango looked annoyed. "I'm loving this, you leech! Don't stop unless I tap the wall."
Miroku smiled and continued working her feet. After awhile, Miroku moves up her calves and to her inner thighs. Her most intimate part was wet and Miroku moved his head in to kiss, lick and suck there. Before being consumed by his wind tunnel, Miroku's father had explained how to pleasure a woman in many ways, and Miroku's later lessons seemed to be enjoyed by Sango, who was almost making moans of pleasure as loud as her laughter.
"Stop," she instructed and Miroku instantly complied.
"Yes?" he asked.
"I... I don't think this right. You shouldn't be doing all the giving," Sango said, with reluctance at halting activities.
"I don't mind, but if you want, I can think of a solution," he offered.
Sango nodded, vigorously, eager to get on with getting it on. Miroku moved fully on the bed and assumed a position over his lover for them to both pleasure each other orally. Miroku resumed his activity around Sango's clitoris and exploring her vagina with a couple of his fingers while Sango's tongue ran over Miroku's member and her hands massaged his balls.
To Miroku's delight, after gradually increasing speed and passion, Sango reached an orgasm. He took a moment to relax his tongue and lips and enjoy Sango sucking on his unit and sometimes his balls. "We really should have married sooner," he said and brought his head back down.
Sango reached a second orgasm and Miroku was able to last only a couple of seconds after that. Sango, half-surprised at his ejaculation, spat it out.
They breathed heavily for awhile and then Miroku moved to rest his head next to hers.
"I love that aroma you have. What should we do, now?" he asked her.
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