The Principle of Evil Made Flesh

The cave’s walls were slimy and Kagome did her best not to brush up against anything…unnatural as she was lead, descending, into what felt like the bowels of the earth. She could just barely make out the outline of a long white arm and the hand that grasped her chain in sullenly flexing fingers. The weird phosphorescent slime threw the dimmest eerie green glow against Naraku’s form – she had only now been able to adjust her eyes to the dark and been able to discern his void-colored hair against the rank and sodden fur cloak he wore. Shivering in the cold dampness of the cave’s interior, the enchained and naked girl was drawn further from the light.

Smoke puffed from her lips and nose as the temperature continued to fall. Huddling under her condensed hair as much as possible, Kagome did her best to distract herself from her body’s instinctive discomfort. She thought of Naraku’s hot lips and even hotter tongue as it explored her own dark, wet caverns. She thought of the way his serpentine hair slithered up the arm she’d used to capture his dark head and bring it to her aching pussy to feed. She helplessly moaned at the memory of his fangs as he used them to grind her pierced clit into bucking, screaming pleasure…and she had screamed until her voice was ground to grit in her collared throat before he let go of her. The shivering of her body had little to do with the cold and everything to do with the filthy things her master’s wicked mouth whispered into her captured flesh as he drank of her body, taking everything she could give. She knew in her heart that he’d eventually take that which she couldn’t stand to lose. Kagome drew into herself in icy premonition at that thought and the hanyou in front of her sensed her fear with great relish.

Naraku could feel the tiny tremors that wracked the cold miko as they traveled in waves down the razor-line in his hand. When she had finally come back to her body after he ate his fill of her delicious pink pussy and drew viler sustenance from her corrupted reiki, Naraku was pleased to see the slut kneel before him without question when he snapped the chain close enough to her pretty little face that the breeze ruffled her tousled bangs. He felt her mind scream a shrill alarm that he was going to beat her with the murderous metal for her usurpation of his dominion over their games and laughed. Truly, he could have cared less – the real reason for his sexual subjugation and enlightenment of the priestess was blooming in his hand beautifully. Everything was in its right place; the Spider was very pleased. He needed only to find a suitable lair in which to continue his morbid feast, both on the bitch’s exquisite bodily pleasures and upon her delicious soul.

“Are you very cold, miko?” Naraku’s lazy voice drifted back to Kagome’s pondering mind.

“Yeah.” Not like you care, you cruel, sexy beast.

The miko’s next breath found her body crushed hard by her dread captor against the slime-coated wall, a cold hand pressed against her most delicate flesh. The feeling of razor-sharp claws capturing her innermost ring and squeezing hard enough to shoot fire through her veins and horror along her spine was so very, very intense; those claws had only to pinch shut and Kagome would lose her body’s most treasured bundle of nerve endings. She dared not move a muscle, even to breathe! Naraku’s snarling growl threw hot breath and cold fear along her neck in turns. The exquisitely intense sensation brought tears to her eyes as she waited for her master’s judgment.

The little bitch knew exactly which buttons to push! He had tamed her smart mouth but not her insolent mind! He had been trying to ignore the scent of her growing arousal until he could enjoy it in a less cramped space, but Naraku was not one to deny himself anything. Slowly, he rolled and twisted the hot gold ring between his fingertips, letting the crescendo of moans and panting pleas wash over him like warm honey. She was so close to orgasm but the fear of his clamped claws against her hard throbbing clit kept her from flinging herself off that yearning jagged edge and her master knew it! Feeling the velvet soft edge of her mind, Naraku whispered along it in his deep slick voice:

Open that little insolent mouth again…

“…and you’ll never taste anything with this one again, you little bitch!” He finished, hissing hard in her straining ear.

The strangled whimper that issued instantaneously with his threat was like her feathered lips on his hungry cock. Naraku wanted to smile inside.

“UNDERSTAND ME, KAGOME?!” the hanyou roared into her tear-streaked face and pinched his claws together just the tiniest fraction.

“OH GODS! YES! YES - I UNDERSTAND - MASTER! PLEASE!!” she shrieked.

Too suddenly, his body and his fingers were gone, leaving the heaving, lusting priestess on the bitter empty shore of failed orgasm, the raging adrenaline quickly souring in her rapidly cooling blood. Drawing a couple of shaky breaths, Kagome tried to peel herself from the cold, sticky and icky wet wall she’d been plastered to. She could feel the slow ooze of microbial goo as it slid its way down her back, her shoulder blades and her ass. Nearly gagging in disgust, Kagome forgot herself utterly.

“OH GROSS! This place is disgusting!” she girlishly wailed.

Suddenly she was yanked forward by her lead and stumbled to her knees into a huge subterranean cathedral, the hidden belly of the largest cavern she’d even seen. The green glow of the rocks clashed with the deep purple aural glow of the Spider as he turned his bleak, hard face upon his awe-struck slave. Sweeping his free hand in dark emphasis, Naraku couldn’t help but love the booming, apocalyptic echo his next words would take on.

“Of course it is. Welcome home, my little mistress.”