The Principle of Evil Made Flesh

Letting go of the miko’s trembling hand, Naraku gracefully backed away and with his unnatural precision, whipped his fur cloak from his blazing body to the floor in front of him. Kagome gasped in fear even as her steaming pussy began to drip at the sight of the hanyou’s rock-hard cock. Thick and curved like the scimitar he wielded it as, Kagome licked her suddenly dry lips. Part of her wanted to immediately fall to her knees upon the hated pelt and worship her deadly beautiful and seductive master until he lost control – but another, larger part quailed at the thought of being made to swallow his thick shouki-laced cum, knowing the painful death she would suffer. Or maybe he would only paint her face in his poison seed and it would eat her face like battery acid. His glaring, lustful eyes seemed to eat up her body where she stood and she mistook his panting desire to rut her as a barely-contained desire to kill her. Her hesitation, she knew, would get her beaten and Kagome’s desire to please and suck the deadly cock of her master won out over her self-preservation. She knew her fate was no longer hers to own.

Naraku’s body thrummed with lust for the despoiled slave of a miko he had created. He had taken the purest being he’d ever faced and warped her, broke her and remade her in his own image. Kagome was his perfect plaything and as she slowly approached him with dreaded steps, the dark hanyou felt a new wicked violet light that sparked within the Shikon fragment in his void of a heart. He didn’t know what such a blossoming of twisted, burning power might mean in his conquest toward pure and limitless evil, nor did he truly care as the dark, pulsing light ran like an electric current through his monstrous veins.

The priestess’s hips swayed as she carefully put one small foot in front of the other in her gallows walk towards him. His swollen cock bounced in sympathy to her pointed pink tongue as it licked her lips. After what felt like an eternity of waiting, the fallen priestess stood before him upon the thick white fur. Closing the gap between their naked bodies, Naraku drew his heavy hands to Kagome’s pale shoulders and pushed her slowly down onto her knees, his blood-red eyes blistering hot in their triumph over his lush enemy.

Kagome stared at the pulsing thickness before her. Was this how she had imagined her introduction to this oh-so-erotic act? Flashes of memory in her mind dredged up visions of countless acts of violent and ecstatic sex, each branded by the hellish light of blood-red eyes and a spider’s shape puckered into marble skin. Somehow that knowledge freed Kagome to act, act as she had always done in her darkest, deepest and most depraved mental nocturnal emissions. The Beast was eternal; she would serve its latest incarnation with the swan-song of her life and desire.

The miko appeared entranced by his cock, her eyes were dilated and fixed upon him and as she slowly breathed, her hot breath slipped along his velvet skin in tiny shockwaves of pleasure. Leaning forward, Naraku’s leering mouth dropped open as the miko suddenly leaned into his body and engulfed the drooling head of his slick hardness in her hot little mouth. His groan of absolute pleasure drew out slowly in the decrepit silence that surrounded them as his slave pushed his meat down her virgin throat. The spider hanyou dropped his head back against the column at his back and fisted his hands in Kagome’s thick hair. Her tongue curled around the most sensitive part of him and as she suckled him hard and deep, Naraku barely heard himself as he urged the whore on in her blissful work.

“Yessss, my hot little bitch, suck it!”

“Suck that hard demon cock and work hard to please your master, little girl… uggghhhhhh” Naraku’s dark ragged voice commanded and his slave obeyed.

Bringing up her hands to play, Kagome run her fingers through the wiry black hair that climbed its way up the hanyou’s flexing stomach. She loved the strange coarseness of it and as she drew her other hand lower to gently massage his achingly hard sac, the priestess looked through her lashes at her hard master as he began to lose himself in the pleasure she was giving him. When she realized Naraku was coming undone because of the way in which she was serving him, Kagome moaned around the furiously straining cock in her wet mouth and sucked harder upon it, grazing it with her teeth. The mixture of excruciatingly intense pleasure and pain threw Naraku over the edge. He knew he was going past the point of no return and holding Kagome’s head still in his hands he thrust himself hard and fast into the slick O of her stretched mouth.

Naraku curled his dominating will around the Shikon fragment in his heart and called on its terrible power. He would not hesitate in his conquest! He had dominated this land, this miko and he would hold dominion over his own body! Roaring in a hundred demonic voices at once, Naraku held the captive Kagome still as he exploded in her blissful wet hole.

Feeling scalding hot cum shoot into her mouth, Kagome paled, swallowed thickly and prayed for a quick death. She felt her own hot tears running down her face and felt them mix with the opalescent streams of his spunk as the Spider shot hard onto her captive, up-turned face when he quickly withdrew from her lips with an audible “pop”.

Instead of cold burning fire eating at her skin, Kagome felt hot jolts of dark power flood her body, suffusing her with a demonic high that made her feel like she could shout down walls and had only to stoop to conquer. She brought a trembling hand to her painted face and drawing a slim finger across her cheek, Kagome knew she wanted more. She brought her thickly coated finger to her mouth and sucked hard on Naraku’s transmuted essence. She continued to devour his seed with abject pants and moans and actually whined when she could find no more. The dark violent waves of power cascaded through her bloodstream and made her want more, need more, from her smirking captor. Sweeping the last viscous drops of milky cum from the head of his still-erect cock, Naraku let loose a twisted bark of laughter when he dangled his coated finger in the miko’s enrapt face and she hungrily lunged up to suck his digit clean, eyes closing in drunk abandon.

Now that she no longer kept the jewel pure, it was free to aid its corruptor in his erotic conquest of its hated miko guardian. Driven by the Shikon no Tama’s ultimate desire for wicked destruction, Naraku fell hard upon his delirious prey.