The Principle of Evil Made Flesh

The hot steam within the cave was a surprise. One of his many legions knew this place had lain hidden for hundreds of years, and there was little thought as to its possible amenities when Naraku was deciding on a place to bed down and really work his girl over. Naraku was infinite; he contained multitudes and all were in consensus on what a perfect place this was. Deep within the earth, far from the pointless searching of her former companions. Barriers finished what cave-ins and sinkholes started to keep him and his prey sequestered from prying eyes. Naraku let his head fall back into a wafting blush of steam as it rose, condensed against the cold rocks of the dangling-spike ceiling and drifted down again as mist. Propped up against the moist low wall of the high ledge he’d chosen, the Dark One let loose the grim smile that was threatening like a storm and drew quick breath when the priestess’s sharp back teeth grazed the hard flesh she was making disappear down her hot throat.

He’d made her get down on her hands and knees to properly serve her master’s desire and he watched her round ass sway as she slowly tried to suck even the swirling thoughts from his mind with her now properly subjugated mouth. Arching his back against the wet rock, Naraku grabbed the sides of her bobbing head in his hands and fucked her stretched mouth in groaning abandon. The miko gagged and struggled in his steely grasp, the convulsing scrape of the muscles in the back of her throat pushing him very nearly over the edge into wet, spasming oblivion. But not yet, dammit!

Kagome tried her best not to vomit; she could taste the spicy fire in the back of her throat as her master struggled hard with himself not to cum. She could see the pinpoint droplets of mist clinging to the harsh hair around the base of Naraku’s spit-slick cock and reveled in the way his stomach was flexing in his body’s urgent call to shoot his thick, intoxicating cum down her aching throat. The thought of him losing control by her mouth’s nimble work made Kagome shiver and rub her legs together in need. Moaning and swirling her tongue along the underside of the pistoning flesh in her hungry mouth, the horny miko worked hard for the singular goal of her master’s pleasure.

Dropping his hands, Naraku withdrew himself from his slave with a slick pop. Chest heaving, the long, sleek hanyou reclined on his damp pelt. His sodden hair lazily picked at the fur as he sought enough control over himself to not cum at the very thought of burying his aching cock into the bitch’s delicious sex. His hellfire eyes drifted closed in his concentration.

Kagome knelt up to gaze down at her work. Naraku’s white, taunt body was suffused with the blush of sex, his nearly flawless skin glowing in the dim glow of the cave. His hair pooled out around his wicked head like a thick pond of spilled blood. The bruise-blue tint to the lids that hid his beautiful crimson eyes begged her lips for slow kisses. The still-heaving bellows of his chest called her tongue to explore. Most of all, the miko wanted the evil spike of wet flesh that twitched in need upon the hanyou’s flat stomach. Without thinking twice, Kagome straddled her recumbent lover and slid his hungry meat home.

Naraku’s eyes flew open when he felt the little slut grab his shaft in her hand and a strangled moan of pure pleasure flew from his lips when she slid down hard upon it, bottoming out with a pained gasp. Her tentative up and downs quickly turned into hard, fast strokes as her body sought to strangle him in its tight embrace. Leaning back over his legs, Kagome needed him harder, deeper and urged the Spider on with nearly screaming moans.

“I need you HARDER… so good, ngh! Go deeper – YES!”

Whipping up a hand to her hip as the other yanked hard on a ring of her well-used collar, Naraku felt her needed to deal out a little lesson in who had the power to command. Lacing his seed with a minute amount of shouki, the dark hanyou drew the little writhing bitch down as hard as he could along the firebrand of his cock. Feeling the spiral of oncoming release shoot down his spine, Naraku jerked hard on Kagome’s restraint and forced her cunt to milk him of the dark, hot seed he roared into her.

“Never think you can command me, whore!” he ground out as he continued to pound into her creamy hole. The ricochet of pleasure made Kagome whimper and spasm again quickly. His threatening voice rippled down her marked skin like wet tongues, driving her once again into white oblivious orgasm.

Throwing her sweat and mist-slick body off of him, Naraku quickly pumped his cock into readiness. She wanted him harder and deeper, then he was going to give it to her, in abundance! Grasping on to the lolling priestess’s languid body as she rode aftershocks of sensation through her own personal nirvana, his snake-like tentacle brought her to his seated form, regally arranged against the cold wet wall. Kagome came to herself when she felt the tentacle bring her down before her darkly leering master.

“Turn around, bitch and come straddle my lap and you are to back up slowly so that I can enjoy the show you’re putting on, little girl.” Naraku’s oily voice softly commanded.

Cheeks flaming in embarrassment and desire, Kagome felt like she was being made an exhibit in a cheap sex booth and a growing part of her loved every second of it. Slowly, she backed up until she felt her master’s hot flesh against the crack of her ass. She felt silky cool fingers toying quickly in her drenched pussy and then those same digits were exploring her most secret of openings, rubbing her within and without in their combined essences. The burning tingle of shouki made the ring of tight flesh quake around the questing digits and Kagome bit the moan off before she brought certain disaster on herself. Never had she done anything remotely anal before and was petrified of the brutality she was going to suffer at the Spider’s cruel hands. Even in her fear, however the miko twisted her shoulders enough to roll her breasts with their nipple-locked cages of pain and pleasure and her master drank both in eagerly.

Kagome felt a hand guiding her back against something incredible in its mysterious soft hardness. The sensation of the head of Naraku’s cock as it breached her virgin asshole was blinding in its intensity and made the tense miko want to scream! Once the head slipped past her body’s tight guardian, she allowed herself to ease back in tandem with her master’s slow onslaught forward.

The Spider had never felt anything so fucking good in his strange and lonely life. But he was going to make it even better, oh yes, so much better! Once sheathed to the hilt in his slave’s tight body, Naraku pulled the ecstatic miko back against his chest and looping her long legs over each arm, he spread her hard and wide. The slight fluttering of her delectable ass was too soon for his taste and whispering in Kagome’s captive ear, the Dark One reprimanded her eagerness.

“Don’t cum just yet, my hot bitch – you’ll miss the best part.”

Hugging her legs in his long arms, Naraku loosed a thin tentacle to crawl over his bent little mistress’s captured and impaled body, along his sides where her hands were shaking in need as she held fast to the floor of the ledge. Slowly, the limb slithered up to her stretched and splayed little pierced sex. The darkly translucent flesh slid along her open lips, teasing the slick skin with tiny whips, each one punctuated by a keening moan from the panting miko as she strained to lift her hips towards the nimble tormenter. Her movement drug Naraku’s thick cock in and out of her ass with delirious pleasure and she was soon following a bucking rhythm, crying out in otherworldly echo as it bounced off the cavern walls.

Shaking her slick hair out of his face, Naraku teased the girl, feasting on her wails and moans for his utter conquest of her tight body.

“Priestess, can you feel how tight your ass is around my demon cock? Answer!”

“Oh yes, Master Naraku.”, she exhaled in utter submission.

“Can you feel how very wide and tight my embrace makes you?”

“Yessss.”

“Now my hungry little whore, imagine how full and tight you will be when I slip inside your begging pussy to play.” He darkly whispered with a wicked smile.

The whine that answered him was pure, unadulterated need.

The slick, twisting, stroking, maddening torture Naraku’s prowling tentacle was committing along her sex’s opened folds was nothing compared to the blissful fullness Kagome felt as she was slowly invaded. He began to fuck his bitch slow and hard, panting at the way her pristine pussy milked his alien flesh and the feeling of his own cock against it as well nearly made his finely-honed control snap.

“Does that feel good, my miko? Tell me.”, he drawled as he slowly pushed in and out, breathing hard into her wet hair.

“Yes, my master!”

“That pleases your master, bitch – but it you want me harder and deeper, you are going to have to work harder than that!”

“Arch your back, little girl and ride my hard cock for your dark pleasure!”, he groaned as her fluttering sex began to squeeze his thrusting serpent of a limb.

Struggling, writhing in true abandonment of all reason, pure power leaked from the lovers as they swore and begged each other for completion. Black death, possession, lust, malice swirled in their powerful auras. The priestess’s hot-metal scream as she came thrashing in the iron-tight grasp of her mortal enemy nearly drowned out the shriek of fallen angels that erupted from Naraku’s fanged mouth as he met her on that orgasmic pinnacle and jumped.

The two lovers fell into a wet, tangled heap once the screaming and spasms began to ebb away, back into waking life. Slipping out of the drowsy, panting miko Naraku ripped a chuck of flesh from his squirming tentacle and shaped it into another thick white pelt, which he then threw over both their bodies and passed out into the void of sleep.