The Principle of Evil Made Flesh

Kagome’s mind was still flying around the dark side of the moon. Her limp form lay on the floor of the cave into which Naraku had settled them for the rest of the night. He had wrapped her damp form in his hoari and now that she had bled all over the thing, it was officially her hoari. The damn fragile bitch – Naraku couldn’t get the feel of her tight body as she rode along his own out of his wicked mind. He wanted her now, again, hard and brutal and screaming!

But he also wanted her alive, for now, so his fun would have to wait.

Kagome rolled in her sleep with a pitiful moan and as she twisted in darkness, her legs drifted apart. Naraku’s eyes didn’t need the bright shaft of moonlight that fell through the rough oculus of the cave’s roof to see the damage his enthusiasm had wrought upon the miko’s virgin sex. He could see the torn flesh and smell her sweet blood from where he sat against the wet, rocky wall. The Spider watched with the infinite calm of one born of solitude as the wounded priestess drew her long legs up to her chest, trying even in black unconsciousness to escape the pain her body must be feeling. Her spoiled misery was black and intricate music to Naraku’s evil heart; he had indeed done a complete job of destroying something beautiful, but somehow it wasn’t enough…

The bright, cold shaft of light glanced off the sparkling water that pooled on the slick cave floor and its brilliance cut at the miko’s blood stained thighs like a scalpel. Fascinated by the extreme contrast between the velvet darkness and the blinding blaze of the moon’s stolen light, Naraku extended one of his body’s tentacles toward the glowing shaft. The light threw his translucent serpentine limb into stark relief; he marveled at the intricate organic patterns of red vessels and pale sinews that could be seen just under the surface of his seemingly-thin skin. The dark one could see his own poison blood as it flowed, the purple sheen of shouki floating like oil on water and he was suddenly furious at it. Whipping the long appendage out of the light he instead allowed it to rest on the miko’s nearest thigh.

Her skin was a whole other world than his. While his appeared thin and darkly translucent, hers was thin and opaline; the softly glowing white covering for an increasingly stained soul. The minute hairs that bloomed like a meadow over her lean leg tickled the underside of his exploring limb and the goose-flesh he left in his wake was a familiar comfort, for one such as himself who delighted in fear and despair above all things. Curling further toward her wounded core, Naraku found himself tracing the sticky dried remains of their intercourse left along her red, welted skin. The blistering appeared milder on her inner thighs but he knew they only got worse the further in, the further within he would go.

His tentacle actually became stuck in a gooey spot at the junction of her leg and her sex and while a slight flick removed the digit with ease, something in Naraku’s mind didn’t enjoy the sight of the mutilated priestess as much as he might have liked. Maybe because she was asleep and couldn’t bear witness to his complete and utter conquest of her body? He wasn’t sure and didn’t feel like thinking about it for once in his strange life. Naraku wanted to draw the little priestess further into his clutches and what better way than to give comfort after discipline? It was reason enough and rationalizations came easy to the calculating hanyou. Softly stroking tiny circles in the gooey remains of his miko’s congealing maidenhead, Naraku made his silent way over to the still girl.

Pulling her wounded sex into the surgical brightness of the shaft of full moonlight, Naraku ran his nose along her, trying to determine where her injuries were most severe. He confirmed his previous suspicions and began at the beginning. Kneeling over Kagome’s sprawled form he began cleaning the dried blood and shouki-laced cum from her thighs in long slow licks. Where ever he found a tear or abrasion, Naraku took his time and explored the open flesh until it was clean. He found his little bitch succulent and tried to savor her taste upon his tongue as he worked her over slowly. Spreading her legs, he laved the soft inner flesh as it jumped and writhed in ticklish reflex to his wet touch. He barked a soft laugh at her unconscious protest of his slow explorations when Kagome tried to squeeze her legs shut on his intruding head. Her slow breathing never changed and the thick ebb and flow of her sleeping mind told him the miko was not awake – so he forgave her this little show of defiance, just this once.

He licked the cheeks of her delectable ass and even down to the puckered opening he planned on enjoying soon enough. The sour and bitter taste of his seed combined with the priestess’s sweet, floral blood was a magnificent experience Naraku knew he planned to indulge himself in as soon as the miko could provide ample sport. Hooking his hands under her legs, the beast pulled them up to her belly and held them there as her got a nice close look at the results of his brutal love. Kagome’s flesh was burned, red and raw from shouki burns and torn, slashed from the conquest of his vicious cock. Naraku quickly buried his face in her mangled pussy and licked up all the damage and blood he could find. He allowed the questing muscle to elongate to reach her innermost walls, swallowing thickly and unconsciously grunting in his morbid feast. He licked along her torn lips, around her piercings – how they had survived his painful onslaught, he knew not. Slowly he explored around her clit and its fleshy hood until the little nub was erect in his wet and dangerous mouth. The priestess was moaning occasionally in her slumbers and trying to grind her cunt into his hovering face, so he finished his examination, cleansing her of all the poison he came across and left thick healing saliva in its place.

Once her wounds were dealt with, the Spider decided he wanted watch as the little bitch came so very hard, just for him. Dispatching a slim tentacle into her slowly fluttering depths, Naraku caught her pierced clit in his fanged mouth and swirling his tongue around the little bud, sucked hard upon it. The bubbling moan that escaped the still-unconscious miko was exquisite. His serpent-like digit rubbed and stroked her inner sex just as his tongue did so upon her throbbing clit. Naraku could feel the priestess’s walls begin to spasm and milk his thin tentacle and the shooting pleasure that darted along his nerves was a wonderful surprise; he’d have to do this again as well!

Whispering into her slick wet flesh, Naraku issued a soft command to his slave, one he knew she would follow without question, even in the abyss of sleep –

“Cum for me, Kagome! Cum for me now!” he whispered between licks to her bulging clit.

Kagome’s thin back spasmed and her head thumped hard as she arched into the damp rock floor and came with a long, low shuddering moan. Thick liquor coated his coiling limb as Naraku withdrew from his slave’s trembling body. Bringing the tentacle to his slick lips, the dark hanyou licked Kagome’s sweet essence from himself, his red eyes slipping closed in complete abandon.

Looking over at the limp priestess where she now laid quiet and still, save for the steady rise and fall of the billows that was her chest, Naraku smiled wickedly to himself. The crisp moonlight had sparked an idea of how to solve his now-irritating problem. Soon enough, he mused with a tight smile.

Leaning himself back against the dank limestone wall, he resituated himself upon the cool floor and waited for his prey to wake and go running again.