The Principle of Evil Made Flesh

White hot sparks flew from the hanyou’s scythe nails as he carelessly scratched the worn elemental strike-a-light and the fire born of his habitual act went again unnoticed by its merciless master. Smoke rose through the twisted scrub and slowly blew towards the far-corners of the earth and this had happened so many times before that the two beings revolving in tight circles around one another took the everyday miracle for granted, while the endless sea ignored them all.

The thin priestess curled herself upon the thick musky-smelling pelt and let the fire lick her little wounds, badges of her master’s dangerous but somehow careful affection of these last few days Kagome could feel the salt in the air creep into the myriad of small scrapes, tiny cuts and clawed punctures and the bitter fire running along her nerves slowly drew her from her drowsing state.

The driftwood began to catch fire in earnest and the multicolored tongues of flame ricocheted off the still Spider’s bare chest. Resting his arms on his drawn-up knees, Naraku’s brutal nudity was only accentuated by the long black tendrils that hung like spider silk down his pale and mutilated back. Kagome’s eyes traced the few errant strands that flowed in spiral abandon; some down his arms, other’s sneaking back around to cup his thin hips with twisting grace.

Not for the first time, the languid miko decided that the Beast before her was wickedly magnificent. She felt a slow spin within her belly as she let her eyes drift from the long fingers, the even longer arms attached to wiry, supple shoulders. The miko continued to worship her dark master with her staring eyes and drank in the wry, almost angry twist of his pale lips, breathing hard when the remembered feel of fangs in her tender flesh whip-cracked down her spine. The bluish cast to his pallid, translucent eyelids threw the swirling maelstrom of malice, lust and avarice within his restless eyes into stark relief. The more the entranced girl continued to gawk at the brooding hanyou, the more she saw within those bloody orbs. An endless multitude of crimson hues boiled up within Naraku’s eyes, exploding like atomic bombs, their mushroom clouds spreading around the inky blackness of the voided pupil only to settle and flash into existence countless moments within the single space between his slow blinks. The purple tongues along the briny wood cracked and whispered to secrets, confession to Kagome of Fire’s great hunger; it craved consumption of all the fuel of this world and could the same be said of her dread master? What more could he possibly want from her? She longed very much to give it all and more!

They had stayed by the sea now for days. What was he searching for here? Something was clearly clawing at Naraku’s black heart and whatever it was had to do with her, she was sure. He had withdrawn into himself, barely offering her the wicked comfort of his desire, his dominion and when he finally did, he issued very few commands and simply used her body for a very quick release. The dark absinthe that flowed within him had even contracted with his mood and the miko found she was beginning to crave the drunken state he had once used to make a bonfire of her soul. Kagome wondered if, like everyone else she’d ever encountered, Naraku wanted to talk about it.

The Spider’s hair crawled over his form in agitation. The slinky miko was staring hard into his blank eyes and thinking hard. The need to please blinked back and forth in her eyes like a signal beacon and turning fast within that was her naive overabundance of compassion. He didn’t even need to help himself to a view of her thoughts to see that she was about to do something irritating. Maybe if he gave her something to sate her body, it would work on her mind as well. Turning his awareness into sharp focus upon the lounging girl, Naraku hoped she wouldn’t have time to open her mouth before he was filling it.

“Come here to me, girl – now.” He growled out, irritation rippling along his oily voice.

Kagome was only too happy give him what comfort she could – maybe he would find a reason to be angry with her or maybe he had spent all this time brooding upon an even sweeter method to continue her sexual subjugation. Her lips went dry even as her pussy grew thick and hot at the very thought. Lowering her eyes and bending before him in subservience, the hungry miko hoped her master was pleased enough with her submission to make her cum screaming tonight!

“Stand up, bitch. Come closer to me.” Naraku’s slow command sent a shiver fanning along her spine’s mirroring mark. It felt like the Spider upon her skin was crawling away from her and it made her very, very nervous. What was he going to do?

Kagome brought herself before the hanyou’s seated form and despaired to find no blazing lust in his cold eyes. He appeared to not even be seeing her where she stood with her body bare to the blazing fire on the ground – Naraku might as well be writing his memoirs for all the attention he appeared to be showing his thoroughly captivated enemy.

The exposed priestess stared down at her lover for eons and he drifted without her in inner space, vaster than empires and more slow.

~*~

His arms winding around her slim waist were such a surprise Kagome’s sharp gasp almost forced her to swallow her tongue.

He held her, slowly palming the swell of her ass and cradled his cool cheek against the velvet of her belly. The maddening way his slow breaths puffed the hair at her sex made her squirm. He tightened his arms around her minutely and said nothing. Only rubbed his hands along her skin and mimicked what his hands were doing with each breath. Kagome was stunned. She burned hotter with each breath that ghosted across her skin and the tiny jolts of pleasure coaxed forth by the rings twisting in her hardened nipples mocked her with the dry, lonely end Naraku’s strange behavior was promising.

Kagome’s mind was assaulted with images of their previous passion. She could still feel the way his fingers reamed in and out of her and she scrunched her eyes up in frustration when she could feel the phantom touch of his heavy hands forcing her down over his wet, slick meat over and over, while she screamed and screamed… Kagome whined in need and brought her hand to the disgustingly vulnerable head resting softly against her belly. Echoes of a hard, evil voice commanding her to get on her knees and suck made her fingers close hard around a fistful of slithering hair.

Naraku felt her cascading need and frustration crash against him in waves. The spicy note it brought to her upwelling scent made his mouth water - and he found he was very hungry. Faced with his unwillingness to dominate her, would the bitch fall farther from grace and give into the desire to possess, to control and to conquer for what she wanted so very badly?

He hoped so. If not, then he would kill her now and leave her spoiled carcass for the gulls.

He had no use for compassion or comfort from anyone – especially her.

Kagome couldn’t stand the false sympathy Naraku was showing her in his tame embrace. She immediately associated his position with that of InuYasha in her strange vision at the Goshinboku – she was neither loved nor worshiped as Kikyou had been and this wicked creature had taught her that her heart did not beat for the sweet embrace of a gentle lover. Her heart beat; no it was chased by the all-consuming conquest by a dread monster who made her moan and scream. The mad miko finally knew herself and the conflagration of self-awareness burned the sweet memory of her nascent love for InuYasha into ash. Her reiki, a swirling midnight blue vortex of dark compulsion suddenly within her crashed over her collar’s control like a tsunami, one that no longer needed to be tamed for her captor’s safety.

She was his.

Twisting Naraku’s nightmare head back hard by the captured skeins of his hair, Kagome’s hooded dark eyes met her lover’s crimson with equal fire. The blazing desire for blood, pain and sex plain on the kneeling hanyou’s exquisite face made the panting miko explode in dark fire, the shockwave of her power nearly throwing him backwards into the white sand. He couldn’t help the wicked growl that rumbled up from deep in his throat at her now-certain doom; Kagome acknowledged him with a sultry smile.

“Comfort does not suit you, little miko?” Naraku leered up at his dark mistress.

“No and mercy does not suit you, Master.” Was her quick reply/

“Is there a hunger in your soul for darker fruits?”

Oh yeah, baby – give it to me…

“Oh yeah…” she whispered, her voice wrapped in the silk of her corrupted power.

A cold tentacle slipped along the slippery seam of her hungry pussy, making Kagome bite her smiling lip and groan.

Her grasp on his hair drew him down to exactly where he had wanted to be all this time and reaching out his hot tongue, Naraku savored a long, slow and oh-so-sweet lick.