The Principle of Evil Made Flesh

“Miko, do you want more?” the wicked voice was asking her from somewhere very distant.

Kagome was frozen in place, licking her pink lips clean of her captor’s stimulating essence. Her head was thrown back, still arched up as she had been when she’d had to beg her master for the treat he dangled above her. Spasms of fire ran through her body and the priestess wanted to screech laughter at nothing and everything. She wanted to burn, she wanted to bleed, she wanted to fuck and that thought snapped her white-rimmed and entranced eyes back to her master’s urgent demand. The mad fire in her eyes nearly froze Naraku to the spot in which he now stood, slowly stroking the slut’s shining spit along his thick length. A spilt second’s uncertainty flickered behind his red eyes and the Spider wondered: what would his newly focused essence make the miko do in her drunken ecstasy? She appeared to be straining to shed her skin and burst into flames!

The bitch’s attention was eerily focused on him – she was now no longer splitting her flighty mind between many errant stimuli; her world had shrunk down to him alone. Naraku drew a quick breath as desire shot threw him to pool in his heavy sac when he decided his little mistress was now like a pale serpent, her long form arched up in rapt attention to his charming, her tilted dark eyes fixed upon him in an almost visible haze of lust. This pleased the spider hanyou immensely and he slowly stalked around her, admiring her deadly, needing focus. The girl’s head swiveled upon her long neck and slowly followed his every move. When she reached the limit of her spine’s limber twist, the entranced miko leaned her head back until the full inverted form of her sadistic lover filled her eyes. He shone in his own velvet darkness that flew around his perfect and naked body like storms around a hurricane’s eye. Kagome whined in frustration at the motionless form as he regarded her in tense thought.

He needed to fuck the little bitch senseless and relieve the painful ache in his starving cock! But something about her new strange, somehow powerful reaction to his Shikon-enhanced seed made his demonic hackles rise. The bitch had no control over him! She was his plaything, his vanquished enemy to do with as he fucking-well pleased!

Naraku’s pale thoughtful face twisted at that livid thought and his sardonic mouth drew back from wicked hypodermic fangs, which he gnashed in fury at the slave who somehow dared to try to command the master; no matter how badly the hanyou wanted to make the little bitch scream and writhe in all-consuming pleasure, he wanted to let that swirling power within her heavy eyes loose along with her blood upon the dirty floor!
Lunging at Kagome’s delirious form, Naraku grabbed a handful of her beautiful black hair and pulled her cruelly back, where she staggered against him hard enough to force her breath out in a loud huff.

“Do you dare to try to seduce me into fucking you, you stupid drunken whore?” he snarled in her ear with nearly uncontrollable rage. The sticky mingled mess that was their blood rode against his chest as her freshly marked skin was ground into his hard chest. Naraku wanted to throw her down onto the floor and lick her congealed wound clean, just to once again have a taste of her sweet blood and pain. Grinding his jaws closed before he could drool at that wicked thought, the Spider drew the girl’s head tighter over his hard shoulder, her pulsing throat begging his fangs to penetrate her, enter her, make their own red holes in her flesh and shoot their frigid load into her hammering bloodstream.

Nostrils flaring with delirious heat and desire for her furious master, Kagome raised her arm behind her and cupped the back of Naraku’s ivory neck, trying to draw him down to her flesh. He began to feel her other hand run lightly down his hip, tickling the fine hairs that lay along the iron-strong muscle, which twitched in a response to her hot touch. Naraku saw red at his weak form’s rebellion; his body desired this priestess’s touch by any terms she wished and his bobbing cock did not care who had the power, only that there was wet, tight conquest to be had! Naraku’s black mind refused to allow the little wonton slut to tame him!

Roaring in wordless fury, Kagome’s dread master threw her up against the column he had leaned so hungrily against when she had knelt before him in perfect sexual subjugation.
Grasping the thick beam in her hands, the miko looked back to her angry tormentor. His imperious eyes were wide and blazing, his tight face tilted up in anticipation of her destruction. His dark aura whipped around him in a livid frenzy, but Kagome’s blood flamed even hotter at such a sight. Thrusting her hips out, the horny miko spread her long legs and bent forward as far as she could, offering herself shamelessly to her executioner. She bit her lip to stifle the abject pleading she wanted to moan out to him, but she only succeeded in breaking the thin skin open again and the red liquid edge to her raw, broken voice made Naraku’s flaming body reach for her open, weeping sex even as his mind raged for absolute destruction.

“Naraku…mmm… I’ll do anything you want, anything you desire, please!” she nearly sobbed as she twisted her hips in the air.

Kagome needed her dark lover to take her, fuck her and fill her up! She walked her hands up the thick wooden column before her, which brought her flush against the age-smooth surface and with a torrid glance over her thin shoulder to the predator who slowly stalked her, the miko spread her long legs and ground her pussy into the hardness of the supporting structure.

“YESSSSS…!” she moaned so loudly it echoed in the lonely space.

But it didn’t relieve even a tenth of the roaring furnace in her loins, her chest, and her mind! A disappointed whine tore from her pouting lips and she again thrust her ass in the air, hoping her master was pleased and would deign to give her his wicked and insatiable cock, as hard and as fast and as deep as she could take it!

“Come on and fuck me, Naraku!” she whispered to the age-darkened wood before her.