The Principle of Evil Made Flesh

Naraku hated the sound of the sea. It mocked him in its permanence; there was nothing so eternal as the waves upon the shore and he knew it. It reminded him that no matter his strength or the achieved goal of black dominion over the land, he too would eventually return to dust and ultimately, the waves. Naraku, for all his growing power could not stop the slow grinding march of time and this bothered him immensely.

Crouched within a copse of twisted scrub trees at the wet sand’s edge, the Spider let his mind skitter across his terrible dilemma. He had dumped the sleeping priestess at the sea’s edge and left her to her own devices - for the time being. She had begun to snore softly as they flew through the paling night into dawn and once curling down fast into the thick soft sand she now and then moaned in her sleep. The light frosting of sand made the miko look like she had been dipped in sugar and her master thought it made her look utterly delicious. Shaking his dark head with an annoyed growl, Naraku ripped his eyes away from her form and mentally flayed his errant mind for its discretions. He needed to think!

The priestess was a problem; her tight little body was quickly becoming a hard addiction. But the brooding hanyou found the dark erotic worship of her lusting mind was what made him so hard, even now! The smoldering need in her bottomless eyes when she had looked over her shoulder at him and begged for his brutal fuck made Naraku’s veiled cold heart skip the smallest bit in its slow dirge. What was he going to do with the little priestess now that she was his wanton follower? Could he just unfold from his wooded lair here, kill her and coat the powdery grains with her exquisite blood? The wide possessive streak within his soul bucked that thought straight from his mind and it left a very bitter taste in the back of his throat. What to do with the little bitch?

Folding the monkey-fur around his bare form tighter, Naraku stared with empty eyes, over his sleeping captive, into the tumultuous sea. Like the endless cycle of the water before him, the dark one’s thoughts ebbed and flowed, always returning to crash upon the white shore of his captive’s delectable form.

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Kagome awoke to find herself in deep soft sand. It had molded itself around her naked body and formed an almost-insulating cocoon and the white noise of the waves upon the lonely shore had allowed her to sleep the sleep of the dead. Time had skipped far forward from the deep purple night into the watery light of the high-clouded day. The sun’s ancient eye was a fuzzy mass through the fast moving scud of seemingly endless grey cloud. The foam upon the sea’s face echoed the clouds upon the sky to Kagome’s still sleep-bleary mind and the image made her smile at her inventiveness. Rolling onto her back and stretching her languid limbs, the priestess jangled and stretched her various rings and chains. The pinpricks of pleasure her bonds provoked made the miko sigh into the chill wind, which felt so like cold snakes of her master’s winding hair along her prickling skin that the thought made her pink lips draw up in the smallest smile.

Where was he? Where was her master – had he left her here on this empty shore?
Kagome suddenly was very cold and shivered in her cradle of sand. Sitting up and scanning the strand for any sign of his comings and goings, the miko began to silently panic. The wind tore at her hair as she searched amongst the wind-twisted scrub along the sandy boundary between the shore and the land, seeing nothing and grasping at any errant patch of white her eyes picked up on with breathless hope.

Finally, she spotted the partially sand-scoured footprints of her master, leading into the dark scrub that crouched hungrily over the endless shore. Concentrating upon the dark spaces between the low trees, she scanned the pools of shadow for glowing carmine eyes.

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He could see her looking for him. He could smell her rising anxiety at his perceived abandonment. It smelled like ozone and bit into his nose the way the windblown salt bit into his eyes. Naraku let his limber tongue out to taste the miko’s panic where the wind blew it upon his hard lips and it tasted like honey and rotten meat. Even now the bitch’s scent inflamed his desire for her and though he very much desired to give himself quick release of the mounting need within him at the miko’s helpless longing, Naraku remained motionless, kept tight reign on his blazing aura and hid himself from his searching prey.

What would he do if she got up and walked or even ran away from him? Would he follow and drag her back? Would be chain her even tighter to his dark desire and his even darker will? Naraku wasn’t sure - so he waited and he watched.

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Kagome decided she would walk the shore and hope her tormentor and lover would come to her. She thought she could barely feel his tempting presence in the nearby darkness but wondered if it wasn’t just wishful thinking. The thought that he had left her here, despoiled and without hope brought up her tears, and wiping her full eyes with the back of a sandy hand, the priestess walked stiffly down to the green water’s edge, blindly picking at the buried treasure of tidal debris as she went.

Finding a large shell fragment full of fresher water, Kagome slaked her body’s physical thirst as well as she was able. Her hands felt Naraku’s smooth, hot skin along her empty palms and her fingers curled in instinct around his phantom form as flashes of their coupling stabbed her lonely mind. The gull-picked fish carcasses reminded her of her many cold suppers of flesh, all supervised by angry red eyes in the pale perfection of her master’s beautiful face. The deflated corpse of a small octopus made her heart clench and picking up the cold thing, Kagome traced the flaccid tentacles, longing for the tight constriction of those same digits; how she had fantasized about what such strong and limber flesh might do to her! A sniffle escaped and Kagome threw the jellied mass back into the hungry waves with as much miserable force as she could manage. She wanted to wail at the ironies of Fate but she didn’t – she just kept walking the ever-fluid border between the water and the earth, hopelessly searching.
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Naraku moved silently through the spaces between the thickets of dark trees and stalked his sad little prey. He could not quit her, he could not kill her and he could not get enough of her! Finally deciding it was a quandary best left for another day, the Spider let his mind suckle him with images of the miko’s pink lips making his thick cock disappear down her tight throat, the way she had swallowed ever seemingly poisoned drop of his thick cum and the way her moans vibrated along his rock-hard flesh towards his very soul! Drawing a deep calming breath, Naraku devoured the slow, shuffling form of the girl before him and immensely enjoyed the misery rolling off her stifled aura in grey waves.

What was she doing?

Hopping on one foot like a fool – what was the ditzy onna thinking now?

Ah – then he smelled the spicy, sweet tang of her blood upon the salty wind. The priestess was examining one of her feet and appeared to have stepped hard on a sharp shell, cutting herself. Her frustrated anguish assaulted him and the things it made him want to do to her tight little body…! Naraku unconsciously licked his fangs and hungrily followed the girl’s struggle to extract the shard of shell from her injured foot with great hunger, his body winding up to strike like the predator her was.

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“Dammit!” Kagome swore thickly at the tiny sliver she was having great trouble even seeing as it stuck fast into her tender sole.

The lonely and rejected tears that escaped her eyes blurred her all-too human vision even more and made her task that much more difficult. Sitting gingerly upon the wet sand, Kagome bent her foot up to her face with contortionist ease and continued to pick at her current problem with painful determination. She was so entranced in her excision that the miko never felt the dark aural emissaries of her master as they reached for and caressed her bare cold flesh. She was oblivious to the slow, heavy footsteps as Naraku approached her and when he began to softly laugh at her plight, the Spider’s deep oily voice made her jump out of her skin with an injured yelp.

“I can’t get it out. The stupid thing is in there so deep, I don’t think I’ll be able to ever get it out!” she whispered in raw frustration at her master’s imperious silence.

Kneeling down, Naraku scooped the wounded priestess up and quickly threw her over a shoulder. Her unwilling moan of pleasure at that rough treatment as it pulled, stretched and rubbed at her various chains and rings sent fire running down Naraku’s hungry nerves. Shifting her easy weight around until the priestess twisted up and hung on to his body with her hot little hands, Naraku’s deep rumbling voice betrayed him without a second thought.

“That makes two of us, little priestess.”

Long, twisting ebony hair whipping in the lifting wind, Naraku carried his little mistress back into the darkness of the twisted scrub, away from the mocking sea.