The Principle of Evil Made Flesh

Naraku was gone. He’d left her sprawled and tattooed upon the abandoned shrine floor and once Kagome recovered her pain-paralyzed wits enough to sit up, she found the Spider was nowhere in sight.

The ooze of blood along her punctured back was starting to dry and crust. Kagome could feel it throb as she gingerly stood and began to explore her newest prison – the miko had absolutely no doubt Naraku meant every word he’d said about killing her should she leave the confines of this cavernous room. But that didn’t mean she couldn’t look at the outside world from the threshold, did it?

Curiosity thy name is Kagome. She poked into the dusty corners, making her way past broken screens and rotting remains of parchment. Her slim feet left an animal’s trail through the thick layer of age-old dust. Her collar’s rings jingled occasionally and its heavy weight around her throat reminded the priestess of her captivity – how long would her master hold her to his will before he killed her, just as brutally as those unfortunate bandits? Kagome pushed that thought far from her mind, her light fingers unconsciously running along the warm chain that rippled down the top of her breast. She made her way to the main door, fondling the very symbol of her dark submission with gentle hands, delighting in the sharp twinges of pleasure that twined with the heavy stinging throb of her bloody fresh mark.

The bare miko found herself thinking of the thick, dark purple blood that ran down Naraku’s taunt thighs as he carried her upside-down into the hot spring. The hissing of shouki as the thin blood trail made its way into the milky water flashed into Kagome’s mind as she began to play with one hardening nipple. She saw burning red eyes raking her body as her enemy, no – her dark master thrust his thick cock into her slick depths, over and over and she bit her lip hard enough to taste blood. Kagome shivered at the thought of Naraku licking her essence off his wicked lips. She could feel the hanyou’s hot yet phantom hands all over her skin, drawing her down to exquisite pain and pleasure. Kagome shuddered when she suddenly realized that she craved her master’s devious touch. She had well and truly fallen; she truly was the devil’s whore – but none of that really mattered any more. All that mattered was blood and sex; pleasure and pain.

The horny miko made her way to the rickety sliding door and gingerly laid her hands upon the rail. Her mind sang with need and something told her what she needed was just on the other side of this door. Sliding the panel back down its track, Kagome stared into the blazing furious eyes of the object of her dark desire: Naraku. The spider looked even paler than before as he emerged from the shadowed threshold and pushed the shocked miko back with his evil aura’s roaring void. Death whipped around his head in a black nimbus as cold waves of power radiated from the crimson immolation of his eyes. Kagome tripped, fell on her bare ass and scrambled across the floor in instinctive terror, her mouth a gaping rictus of fear. She could just feel the slightest wisp of the large shikon fragment somewhere in the hanyou’s possession and Naraku let his form be a conduit for its terrible power. Kagome denied the image of the murderous being before her, just as her starving pussy flooded with wet need. She held her unseeing eyes to the dusty floor and prayed her end would be quick.

Naraku knew the little bitch’s curiosity would get the best of her before he got back from his shard hunt. He had quickly slaughtered the weak demon holding the minuscule crystal that held nearly fathomless eldritch power and added it to his own growing hoard. The exponential increase in his own demonic power was a delirious rush in his veins and it made him instantly hard and throbbing. Tonight he would not be a slave to the former base limits of his various form, and he began to pant thinking of the priestess’s velvety cunt impaled upon his unforgiving cock. Tonight he needed his bitch like a drug!

Stalking into the shrine, the Spider growled at the cowering girl. Her whimpering made him so slick that the feathered pressure of the white fur against his straining cock made him want to howl! Reaching the corner the miko had scrunched herself up in, Naraku grabbed his slave by her collar and drug her up to his face. The heavy moan that followed at the sharp spike in the girl’s slick desire found its way into the hanyou’s nose and began to drive him to distraction. Focused on her plump, abused lips, Naraku crushed Kagome’s hot little mouth in a brutal kiss. His tongue forced her open to him and he held her shaking hand to the back of his neck while his empty hand ground her hard against his nearly bursting arousal. Feasting on her delicious mouth gave the Spider the method to this night’s ecstasy and madness, as well as the perfect test for the newest facet of his rising power.

“What did I tell you about going outside?” he whispered as his pale hand closed slowly around his slave’s throat. Kagome’s wet, fearful eyes flashed wide at the Spider’s deceptively tender voice as his clawed fingers slowly massaged her captive throat.

“I only wanted to look outside, I wasn’t going to try to escape…please, I was looking at…I was only looking…” the scared girl gibbered through thick tears as they pooled in her great dark eyes and fell. I was only looking for you, her panicking mind decided.

Running his hot tongue up the salty track to her closed eyes, Naraku knew then he wanted to cum on her beautiful and miserable little face.

Following the trail of Kagome’s scared and needy tears, her master brought her closer into his dark embrace to whisper the depraved penance his own blood-burning need demanded.

“On your knees, my little wayward bitch and beg me for mercy with that lying mouth of yours.” He drawled into the milky skin of her straining neck.

“Tonight, yours will be a trial by fire. Now kneel!”