They had been walking silently most time of the day. They had not come across villages and no dragon had shown as much as the tip of a wing. They had not talked about what had happened last night, the most members of the party shying away from the topic.

Even Miroku had refrained from acting his usual lecherous self.

But that he did only because he knew very well that the near future held better things for him that the quick caress of Sango's firm butt.

The only ones who very relatively unperturbed were Shippo and Kirara. Shippo because he did not fully understand what all this talk about virgins was about, and Kirara because she thought the whole ado about virginity ridiculous.

When the sun went down they looked for a place to camp. It wasn't easy to find a save place that was dry, the rain having come back last night. Finally, Inu Yasha found a relatively dry spot and preparations for camp and dinner was made.

After they had eaten and cleared up, Miroku took a deep breath.

"Well, I think it's time we talk," he said, looking at his friends.

Sango and Kagome blushed both lightly and cast their eyes down to where their hands twitched in their laps.

"Talk about what?" asked Inu Yasha.

Miroku rolled his eyes. "About the way to get rid of the constant thread of a dragon-attack, of course."

Inu Yasha blushed, too, and cast his eyes down to where his hands were twitching in his lap.

Miroku sighed. "Sango, Kagome-sama," he addressed the girls. "Don't you want to be safe?"

Kagome looked up. "Of course! I don't want to end like..." she shuddered.

"But?" prompted Miroku.

"You talk as if it were so easy, Miroku-sama!"

"Because it is! Don't you see it? Here we are, two girls, two boys who actually like each other. Where is the problem?"

"It's a very... personal problem, Miroku-sama," Kagome said quietly, casting a certain hanyou some furtive glances through her lashes.

"Yes, but so easy to solve. I'm glad to offer you my help."

"Sure you are," mumbled Sango.

"I'm only trying to help! Think about what you'd to if the roles were reversed. Wouldn't you do what you can to help me and Inu Yasha?"

The girls blushed violently, and Inu Yasha bent his head a bit lower.

"Uh..." said Kagome.

"Hn..." said Sango.

Miroku rolled his eyes.

"But..." Sango began. "I don't want to... I don't want you to... feel obliged to..."

Miroku sighed and got up. "Come with me, Sango."

He held his hand out to her. Sango raised her eyes to his hand, looked up at his face, and then again at his hand. She blushed, hesitated, but then put her hand in his and let him drag her to her feet.

He entwined his fingers with hers. "Come with me, Sango," he said again.

"Yes," she whispered back.

They turned to leave the camp. Before they vanished between the trees Miroku looked back once more over his shoulder and cast Inu Yasha a meaningful glance and mouthed ‘Go get it.' Inu Yasha blushed again.

Miroku led Sango through the forest, looking for a nice, cosy place to ‘solve Sango's problem'. Finally he came across a small meadow and decided this was best. It was secluded and far away from camp so that Inu Yasha wouldn't hear them. He led the girl by his side to a fallen tree trunk and sat down.

Sango followed him, her whole body tense. Miroku regarded her.

"Relax, Sango," he finally said and she jumped a bit at hearing his voice, deeper than usual and slightly husky. "I won't hurt you or make you do anything you don't want to. You don't have to be afraid."

"I'm not afraid!" she sat up straight and glared at him, only to blush, slump and look down again. "It's just... You are forced to do this, and I don't want you to..." she trailed off as Miroku cupped her face with both hands.

He turned her face to him and tilted it up so he could look deeply into her eyes. "I am more than glad to do anything for you I can, Sango," he said quietly.

Sango blushed again. The feeling of his body so close and his hands on her face was nice. If he only wouldn't always go for some more interesting parts of her body! She tensed again as she felt his hands slide down her neck and come to rest on her shoulders.

"Turn around," he whispered into her ear, his warm breath on her neck sending tingles down her back.

Doing as he asked her, she turned her back to him. A sigh escaped her lips as he gently began to massage her tense shoulders. He only did that, nothing more, skilfully kneading tension and fear and embarrassment away. She relaxed under his touch and leaned into him.

He continued his massage down her arms to her hands, and she sighed again. How wonderful this felt! His hands on her body, and the warmth that radiated off of him. Almost inadvertently she leaned further into him until her back touched his front. He wrapped his arms around her and drew her even closer to him.

They sat like this for a while, each content to be in the other's company. The last rays of the sun died out and night closed in around them. Soon the first stars shone above them, and the silvery light of the moon gave the world an ethereal hue.

Miroku bent his head slowly and pressed his lips onto Sango's neck. She tensed at the contact, but relaxed again immediately. As he caressed the sensible skin of her throat with his lips a soft moan escaped her.

He trailed his lips up the column of her neck until he reached her ear. He traced the shell with the tip of his tongue before he gently took the earlobe between his teeth. She tilted her head to one side to give him better access, sighing as his lips, tongue and teeth caused new emotions inside of her. Nice emotions, warm, and... demanding.

Shivers ran down her body as he nipped at her neck, then teased the very spot with his tongue. A strange warmth pooled low in her body and between her legs she felt a slightly familiar tingling. She had felt that sometimes before, when he had touched her. But never before had it been so... pleasant.

He suckled gently on her neck and she squirmed a bit. Her backside was in full contact with his front and she couldn't help registering something hard and hot pressing against her. She stiffened as he groaned and tried to scuttle away, but he held her closely.

Sango strained against his hold and he groaned again, this time louder, and buried his face in her hair.

"You'd better not do this, Sango," he whispered.

"Oh, sorry, did I hurt you?" she was anxious not to cause him any uneasiness when he made her feel so nice.

He chuckled throatily, and the sound increased the tingling between her legs.

"No, you didn't hurt me, Sango. In fact, it feels very nice, but I don't think you are ready for this."

Sango blushed and tried once again to get free, but still he held her back.

"Why are you trying to get away, Sango? Am I doing something you don't like?"

Sango looked over her shoulder into his face. Although the moon was bright she saw only the outlines of his eyes, nose and lips.

"N-no," she answered. "But I don't want you to feel uncomfortable..."

He sighed. "Do for this one time forget about how I feel, will you? I am not important tonight. I'm only here to... help you."

Sango bit her lip and nodded. A finger hooked under her chin and lifted her face up again. He bent forward until his mouth was only inches away from hers.

"Relax, my love," he breathed before his lips touched hers.

It was only a feather-light touch, but he felt like being struck by lightning. Heat rose inside of him, wild and searing. He wanted to ravish her mouth, peal the annoying clothes off her body and make passionate love to her. But he knew he had to go slowly with her for her to enjoy this.

He traced her lips with his tongue and as she opened her mouth in surprise he darted in. Reflexively his arms closed tighter around her, and he revelled in the feeling of her soft body so close to his. Finally he was holding her in his arms, was kissing her, was able to touch her. His heart clenched. He had wanted this for so long!

Sango was assaulted by dozens of unknown feelings. Miroku's strong arms around her gave her a feeling of security she hadn't known since her father died. The solid strength of his body promised her shelter and comfort and... something more. His lips on hers, caressing her, worshipping her sent tingles all along her nerves.

The warmth she had been feeling heated up as she felt his tongue against her lips and she could not hold the sigh back. He took the chance and slipped his tongue inside her mouth, gently exploring her. Sango whimpered, and as his arms closed tighter around her she dug her fingers into his clothes, pulling him even closer.

His tongue teased hers. Shyly at first, but soon becoming bolder she answered. This elicited a sigh from him, which sent another shiver down her spine. Suddenly she needed more, much more than this slow, cautious teasing.

She threw her arms around his neck and pressed herself flush against his body, pulling his head closer to her. Her lips opened and her tongue darted forwards into his mouth, exploring him, tasting him.

He gave a surprised sound, but responded in kind. He wrapped his arms so tightly around her she got troubles breathing. His tongue challenged hers and moaning she took up the challenged. They fought heatedly, passionately, heightening their desire for each other.

Sango moaned again as she felt his hands roam her body. They glided over her breasts, waist, butt and thighs, but instead of slapping him she moulded her body against his, rubbing her hips against the hard heat that pressed into her stomach. He groaned and trailed kisses all over her face and down her neck again.

She felt as if she was on fire. Her heart was beating so fast she thought it would break free from her chest. The tingling between her legs had become a pulsating aching, and she wanted, needed to be touched there.

Suddenly Miroku drew back from her and Sango jumped, afraid she had done something wrong. He kissed her reassuringly and got up, dragging her behind him from the tree trunk onto the soft grass of the meadow. He lay her gently down and kissed her deeply once again.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and tried to pull him closer, but he refrained. Slowly, deliberately he laid both hands on the soft mounds of her breasts, still covered by the cloth of her kimono, waiting for her reaction.

Sango panted and arched up into his touch. He felt her stiff little nipples through her clothes and moaned against her lips. No slapping this time.

With shaking hands he fumbled her kimono open and repeated the action, this time laying his hands onto her bare skin, while his lips caressed the sensitive skin where neck and shoulder met.

Sango moaned and grabbed his head, pulling it back up so she could kiss him again. Miroku rejoiced in her passionate reactions and began kneading and caressing her full breasts. He had been lusting after her since he had seen her first, wearing that damn tight armour of hers. What red-blooded man could resist such a temptation? He could not. And now he was finally able to really touch her.

Circling the bud of one soft mound with his fingertips he kissed his way down from her lips to the pebbled peak of the other one. As his lips closed around it Sango moaned loudly. Her hands tangled into his hair, destroying the braid he wore.

She thought she would go up in flames as his lips touched her breast. His hot mouth seared her from the outside and the fire raging through her veins burned her from the inside. The heat became even stronger when he began to nibble and suckle on her breast. The spot between her legs pulsated softly and she felt liquid heat pool at the entrance to her body.

Never before had she felt like this. Never had she thought it was possible to feel like this. And here was this damnable, lecherous, lovable man making her feel all these wonderful things. She needed to touch him, feel his naked skin under her fingertips.

She trailed her hands over his broad shoulders, feeling his taut muscles underneath his clothes. She raked her fingernails down his back, revelling in his pants that fanned his hot breath over her bare breasts. When her hands reached his behind she smiled and grabbed both cheeks.

Miroku groaned as he felt her fingers on his body. If she insisted on going on like this he couldn't hold back much longer. He trailed a searing path down over her ribcage and belly, dipping his tongue into her navel when he arrived there. She spread her legs to allow him access, which made him almost loose his last grip on self-control.

Slowly he continued to strip her, always keeping in mind this was new to her, waiting for her approval each time he slipped the kimono an inch lower. He followed the regressing seam with his lips and teeth, eliciting soft moans and pants from her.

He slid the material of her kimono over her hips and down her long, shapely legs, admiring the firm muscles of her thighs. Taking care he stayed far enough away from the very spot he wanted to be he caressed her thighs with his lips. She opened her legs even further and slightly bucked up her hips. He acquiesced this attack on his sanity with a groan and pulled the kimono away from her body.

Her naked body, beautiful in the silver light of the moon, took his breath away. He bent down and kissed her reverently on her lovely lips. She softly pushed against his chest and he raised his head to look at her.

She smiled a bit shakily, and her rosy tongue moistened her lips before she spoke, driving him insane with desire.

"Now you," she whispered huskily and tugged on his clothes.

He shook his head and placed his hands over hers. Sango looked at him questioningly. "Not today, Sango," he managed to press through gritted teeth.

She pouted prettily. "But I want to."

Miroku groaned and kissed her again. "Not today." Quickly he pulled back and slipped out of his clothes. When he turned back to her she had sat up and was watching him, shyness and curiosity making an adorable mix on her face. She reached out a hand and trailed it across his bare chest. Miroku closed his eyes with a deep shivering breath.

His eyes snapped open again as he felt her lips on his heated skin. He laid his hands on her shoulders and tried to push her away, but she bereft him of all strength as she flitted her tongue over one nipple. Her hands trailed down his back and came once more to rest on his behind. She grazed her nails over it while she breathed kisses all over him.

With a groan that was almost a growl he finally managed to put some distance between them so that he was able to regain at least the semblance of sanity. She looked up at him with huge eyes.

Miroku shook his head. "Sango, you're killing me," he panted.

Immediately her sly smile vanished and she cast him a worried glance. "Are you okay, Miroku?"

Her voice was slightly breathless and affected him even deeper than her lips on his body.

"No, I'm not," he answered and pushed her back until she lay down again. He covered her lips with his in a searing kiss before she was able to say anything. He could not keep talking to her while all he wanted was to be inside of her hot body.

Sango forgot everything she was about to say as he kissed her again. She loved the feeling of his lips on hers, loved the way he made her feel, loved the way his breath hitched as she answered his kiss with equal heat.

One of his hands, the cursed hand, trailed down her body, caressing one soft mound before gliding lower and lower. It slipped between her legs and her hips rose on their own account to meet his caress. Sango shivered as his fingers inched slowly trough the black curls. Deep inside her she felt a tension building higher and higher with each movement of his fingers on her body or tongue against hers.

She spread her legs, the muscles in her thighs tense with trembling anticipation. Her hips rose a bit further, and Sango felt as if her entire being was reduced to the small, pulsating nub. As his fingers touched the hidden bud the tension inside of her exploded and a wave of the most pleasant, wonderful feelings crashed down on her.

Very slowly she became aware of her surroundings again. She was lying on soft, cool grass. Every fibre of her body was humming in contentment. And the man who had made her feel like this hovered above her, face pressed against her neck, breath straining.

Smiling softly she raised a hand and caressed his back. His tense muscles twitched and he groaned. With a jerk he raised his head and looked at her. His face was flushed, lips were parted and eyes sparkling. He was trembling.

Sango smiled at him and caressed his face, trying to smooth away the terrible tension. He closed his eyes.

"Sango," he rasped. "My... lovely Sango.... I tried... to go slowly... but... I can't..."

"Then don't," she whispered to him, knowing what he was talking of. She might be a virgin who had lost her mother at a young age, but she had had aunts who had seen to that she knew what was happening between man and woman. She knew there would be pain, but she could endure physical pain. She was a warrior, after all.

Miroku shivered at her words, holding desperately onto the last threads of self-control, knowing she couldn't mean what she said... but the thread snapped and with an impatient sound deep in his throat he settled himself between her spread legs and thrust forward.

She whimpered and tensed, and he tried to stop but his need was too strong and the feeling of her tight heat around him overwhelmed him. He began moving with hard, urgent thrusts. A surprised grunt escaped him as he felt her legs wrap around his waist, drawing him deeper into her body. He felt her soft walls clench around him and lost every conscious thought.

Speeding up his movements, he thrust into her with blind abandon, feeling his own release coming closer and closer. Vaguely he heard her soft pants and felt her fingernails dug into his back, but everything that counted for him was the painfully growing tension. He lost it completely when he felt her inner muscles flex around him. With a strangled roar he came and spilled himself deep inside of her. Gasping he held himself above her for one moment before he collapsed onto her body.

When he was able to move again he rolled off of her, taking her with him so that they lay side by side. Some more time passed before he was able to speak again.

"Did I hurt you?" he asked breathlessly, looking into her face.

"A little bit," she answerer truthfully, not opening her eyes.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..."

"Don't be. I knew it would hurt. Besides, it wasn't that painful and..." he watched rapturously as smile curled her lips and her cheeks tinged a darker colour.

"And?"

Sango opened her eyes and looked at him. Her smile turned into a grin. "And what came afterwards more than made it up for the pain."

Miroku kissed her.

"Next time will be better, though," he promised.

Sango quirked an eyebrow at him. "Next time? You think there will be a next time?" She sounded slightly indignant, but her smile gave her away.

Miroku laughed lightly. "Oh, yes, there will be a next time. And you, my lovely Sango, know that very well."

"If you say so." She closed her eyes again and snuggled closer to him. "Hentai," she whispered lovingly.

He wrapped his arms tighter around his warrior, buried his face in her dark hair and drifted into deep sleep.