The Principle of Evil Made Flesh

His crimson eyes were trapped as they feasted on Kagome’s abandoned reason and the lust of her madness. Naraku felt his black heart ramp up the speed at which his ichor was shot through his hybrid veins and the strangest sensation flew across his skin like mouse-feet over silk. Reaching the slinky, slowly gyrating miko, his hands began at the soft round globes of her perfect ass and drew slowly up her stretched back, his razor claws ghosting over her flushed skin.

Gasping in delight at the exquisite sensation, Kagome whipped her head back to let her heavy eyes drink their fill of her gorgeous master. She thought nothing of the new rosy blush across the hanyou’s broad chest or his now ragged open-mouthed breathing. She felt him grab onto her small shoulders and sighed through a delirious smile when she felt his body flush against her own; he was burning just as she was and the dark taint on her soul bloomed a tiny bit brighter. The hidden core of her reiki twisted from pure pale pink to twilit purple; Naraku’s cleverly-wrought collar masked the darkening of her soul only too well.

Naraku felt the heat of the bitch’s wet pussy scald his cock and balls where they pushed at her soft flesh. He leaned into her and blew just the tiniest fog of poison across the tender skin behind her ear. Her whining, shuddering moan pleased the demons within him with her abject submission.

“Do you want me to fuck you, little girl?”, he teased, so close to her ear Kagome could easily hear the way the hanyou’s fangs clipped the ends of his hard words.

“I NEED you to fuck me so hard – please!” pleaded the miko as she ground her ass into his throbbing cock.

“Ah, my little priestess – you forget: your sharp tongue gives no orders here!” he nuzzled into her pliant neck with a devious grin as he slowly pumped his meat up and down the cleft of her spread ass.

Kagome screwed her eyes closed in frustration. She began to softly beg the fiend who seemed content to hold her shoulders and hump her ass for his desire alone. The miko felt she would die unless he filled her up with his exquisite liquor – Kagome wanted to rut her master until he ran dry or Death took her; she didn’t care either way. The miko only cared about one thing and it was currently slowly grinding a hot, wet path up and down her ass.

“Please, Naraku, I’ll do anything you want! Take the jewel, break the damn world in two – just make me yours! PLEASE!”

Digging his blood-stained claws into his slave’s white shoulders, Naraku felt a spasm of bright pleasure at Kagome’s total and utter seduction. Unbidden a whisper jumped from his wicked lips…

“Hai, Kagome – you are mine.”

… Just as the Spider dipped his thin hips and thrust the squirming priestess back upon his straining cock.

Her scream of pure ecstasy at the torture he gave her was beautiful.

Holding fast to the shuddering column, Kagome was drowning in the blistering hot fuck her master was giving to her. Every time he slammed his strangely fluid body against hers, Naraku flayed her mind with screaming pleasure! She could feel him pounding a spot within her fluttering pussy that was making her stomach tighten harder than it ever had before and Kagome knew when she came, she was going to see fucking stars!

Her master was quickly losing himself in her tight, wet depths. A deep moan tore from her lips when Naraku glared at her through his morbid ebony hair, the filthy leer on his beautiful face sending hooks into the fire building in her belly. Kagome licked her lips slowly as she raked him with her own smoldering eyes. It was a challenge he couldn’t refuse.

Ah, she was a hot little bitch and so goddamn tight around his furious cock! Naraku knew his end was fast approaching but he needed to hear her beg! Leaving his perch upon her sweaty shoulders, he used one hand to pull her back and forth along his swollen meat, pounding her pussy like iron in a forge. His other hand yanked the luscious priestess’s head back by her thick leather collar and Naraku basked in her shrieks of absolute pleasure as they tongued his flushed skin.

“To whom do you belong, whore? SPEAK!” he barked urgently.

“Ugh! I… I belong to you, Naraku!”

“And what is this Naraku to you, miko?” the hanyou pushed his slave to reply, the thudding of his thighs against her ass roared off the trembling walls. Dust rained down as the supporting beam began to creak from his furious pace… and when she didn’t answer right away, Naraku drug a claw over the unexplored knot of her tight asshole to get her attention.

“ANSWER ME!”

“YOU ARE MY MASTER, NARAKUUUUU!” the quaking girl wailed as her impossibly tight pussy began to milk his pulsing cock.

“Oh yes, Kagome, I am your wicked fucking MASTER!”,

Naraku began to howl his release and whipping his long hair over his arching body as it shot a burning hot river of molten cum into his yowling priestess’s spasming body. Legions screamed from his open mouth and tentacles shot from his taunt body, destroying the decrepit building around them in their writhing ecstasy. The column under Kagome’s sweaty hands cracked and then split, making the roof above began to rain down upon the tangled beings below.

Naraku immediately snapped back to the waking world and after taking a split-second to admire the way his pearly spunk was running down the little slut’s white thighs, he withdrew from the tumbling chaos in a blinding flash of demon speed to the safety of the cold, blue-black night sky. His delirious slave he wrapped within his fur to hold her against his cold bare body and to keep her trapped against his even colder heart.