Exposed Motives By Sarga The coast was clear, there was not a soul in sight.

Sango was asleep, Shippo was at Kaede's and Inuyasha was off... doing whatever it was that he did when he knew the couple was about to fuck. Miroku smirked to himself as he followed slightly behind the quiet priestess-from-the-future. Kagome was so adorable when she thought she was being sneaky! Reaching the small clearing that they had agreed upon earlier in the night, Kagome nervously cast her eyes about, the full moon allowing its serene glow to illuminate all of the hidden crevices nearby. Beads and palm grazed against the bare skin of Kagome's ass as Miroku's staff fell with a muted jingle to the ground. Kneading her flesh sensually, Miroku waited for the sign that she was ready to move on, loving the way she unconsciously flexed and unflexed her delightful derrier under his caress. A low moan sounded from the depths of her throat and Miroku once again smirked, knowing full well she would find her release perhaps multiple times before the night was over. A flash of red and silver drew the monk's attention and he paused in his ministrations, eyes searching to confirm his suspicions. What is it? Kagome tensed, looking around for whatever it was that had interrupted the monk's ritual. Relaxing as he saw the tell-tale flash of silver and red once more, Miroku's wavering smirk widened to a grin and he began his seduction with renewed vigour. Hush, my Kagome, it was nothing. Sensing that she was about to object perhaps even put an end to their tryst for the night Miroku slid his hand between her legs from behind, passing her ass-hole and the tantalizing depths of her waiting pussy, finally settling into a smooth rhythm against the little bud of pleasure that had the woman shaking under his touch. Kagome's pleading squeal reverted Miroku's attention back to the woman in his arms and he felt his hard-on twinge almost painfully at the wicked thought that was forming in his perverted mind. Touch yourself for me, Miroku demanded, still crouched behind Kagome, still with his fingers drawing enticing circles around her taut clit. As she reached a tentative hand between her legs, Miroku relinquished his dominion over that area of flesh and moved onto another. Slipping two fingers inside of her waiting passage, working her up, the monk drew out the pleasure that he knew she would feel

even if it took him all night. Shifting slightly, Miroku withdrew his fingers and sat down, leaning against the tree at his back. Shifting his robes so that his throbbing erection was unconstrained, he began rubbing his cock with the juices he had so stealthily stolen from her willing body. Smiling at how Kagome continued to rub herself despite his absence, Miroku began stroking his hardened penis, moaning at the sight of Kagome's ass completely bare from his vantage point but hidden from other eyes as it flexed and released in time with Kagome's own fingers. She knew what drew his eyes and she was keeping him well entranced. Kagome... Miroku whispered, the name like a mantra to the holy man. Ceasing her self-induced pleasure, Kagome turned toward her lover and knelt down in front of him, taking delight in the sight of his obvious enthusiasm. Leaning forward for a kiss the first since their last union Kagome took over for the monk, revelling the feel of his thick organ in her hand. Kami, Kagome, you're going to make me ashamed of myself if you keep that up, Miroku's voice was playful and she withdrew her hand, knowing exactly what he wanted, but slightly confused that he hadn't made any move to switch their positions normally he'd have her back to a tree, mindlessly fucking her brains out... something was up... and it wasn't just his cock. Miroku? What's going on? Kagome asked, genuine confusion furrowing her brow. Turn around. I want to take you from behind. Blushing from the declaration it was the first time he had ever suggested entering her from another angle Kagome turned around and leaned onto her hands, expecting the monk to mount her any second now... Sit back against me, Kagome, Miroku purred as he pulled her hips gently toward his waiting erection. I want you to be able to play with yourself while I fuck you. Mortified at his language, but in a way that had the burning in her belly flaring up like a wildfire, Kagome complied, her skirt brushing against his exposed stomach as she eased down to where he was guiding her. The feel of him pushing into her tight heat from behind was more intense than she had expected. Miroku penetrated deeper from behind than from face on and Kagome allowed herself to become lost in the new experience. Collapsing back as the monk reached under her shirt, she moaned as he began to pulse inside of her, his blunt teeth nibbling on her ear. I think we have an audience, Miroku whispered, still tonguing her ear. Startled, Kagome tensed up, but Miroku's strong arm around her torso kept her in place.

Hush, it's fine Kagome. I think he might have done this before... why don't we give him a show, ne? Miroku's bare hand gently raised Kagome's skirt, the angle at which he was entering her displaying them both to the watching half-demon's keen eyes. Touch yourself, Kagome. Show him how much you like it, Miroku's demand was punctuated with a thrust and Kagome's hand moved back to nestle between her pussy lips once more. Throbbing now, the stimulation and exposure winding him up far too quickly, Miroku was pulled over the edge by the feel of Kagome's fluttering walls sucking him dry. A triad of pleasured cries echoed into the night. The next day... Kagome was red-faced from embarrassment the entire day. Every time Inuyasha would bark a word to anyone, Kagome was apologetic and agreeable much to Sango's confusion and Miroku's amusement. It wasn't until both women, tired from a hard day of travel, went to the hot springs together that the monk was finally left alone with the grouchy half-demon. Oi, monk! You ever pull that shit again and I'm gonna rip off your balls and shove 'em up your ass. Ah... Miroku was at a loss. Surely he had realized exactly what he was watching... I take it you are referring to last night when you observed the fair Kagome from the trees? Miroku was an honest man, he himself had once been the man left to merely observe and knew too well the anxiety it could produce. Was your view not sufficient? Perhaps you should move to ground-level next time... Inuyasha's disgusted snort cut the monk off. No dumbass! I could see too well... How the hell am I supposed to protect the both of you with my dick in my hand?