The Ties that Bind Us

Theme: #25 The Planetarium, or, "Sex Under the Stars"

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Salvation through Sin
by: Naraku's Dark Soul


As Kagome stood and stared at the tall and imposing building that was Naraku’s office, she wondered for the hundredth time what exactly she was getting herself into, a recurring theme in her life to be sure. Sighing, she took a step forward and closer to the structure. In the past, choices like this had been beyond her control. She hadn’t chosen to be suddenly dropped into the Sengoku Jidai, hadn’t asked to spend years of her life looking for perilously small shards of a now worthless bauble, hadn’t chosen to fall in love only to have him so callously ripped away. She had been fate’s whipping post for years, subject to the endless trials and tribulations only destiny could hand her. She frowned. Well, now it was her turn to decide. She was taking her life back into her own hands. At least she thought she was. It could all be another of fate’s ironic plans for her. She simply didn’t know.

She took another step toward the tall, black building. It was so dark that it was hard to discern where the structure ended and the sky began. She wondered if he had designed it this way on purpose, a building as black as the sky, as black as his heart. Kagome inched forward yet again, wincing just a bit at the slight feel of youki emanating from the office building. Really. What on Earth was she doing here? Thoughts of escape plagued her mind for a moment as she once more gazed at the impressive structure. Such evil, such blackness. She felt sure that if there were a power outage, no one would even know this building existed. It would probably blend in perfectly, as it was almost doing now, even with the lights from all the surrounding office buildings. It would just fade into the blackness, camouflaging itself and no doubt waiting to spring upon an unsuspecting victim.

“Just like a spider,” Kagome thought as she walked over to the entrance and pushed the heavy door open, “just like Naraku.” She grimaced a bit as she crossed the threshold and stepped into the building, the feel of the demonic aura becoming more apparent as she got closer to the source.

The inside of the office building was suspiciously bright, the light seemingly effervescent, the source halogens hardly noticeable. Black marble floors shone decadently as she approached the information center’s embossed counter. The secretary, who was filing her nails, gazed at Kagome attentively as she came to a stop. “Is there something I can help you with?” she asked politely as she put her nail file down.

“Y-yes. I was wondering if you could point me to Mr….” Kagome trailed off as she realized she didn’t know what name Naraku was going by these days. She hastily licked her dry lips and opened her purse to search for his card. Upon finding it, she could not help but chuckle. “Sorry,” she said at the secretary’s quizzical look “Mr. Kagewaki’s office?” she finished and put the card safely back in her purse.

At the sound of his name, the secretary immediately perked up. “Might you be a Miss Higurashi?” she asked. Kagome’s eyes widened in shock. “He really did expect me to show up here,” she thought with some surprise. The secretary, taking her silence as an affirmative answer proceeded to point her over to an elevator off to the side. “Mr. Kagewaki has been expecting you,” She said and smiled sweetly, her blue eyes somehow less than friendly. This made Kagome a bit apprehensive. She backed away from the counter and slowly headed over in the direction the secretary had pointed.

Unlike the other normal elevators, this one had dark wooden paneling and was embossed with gold. The doors were solid black. The dividing line was also embossed with gold. She had a strange feeling about this elevator. It didn’t seem like it belonged. She felt certain that a normal human would not be able to see it. Kagome turned around to look at the still smiling secretary, who nodded at her. Slowly, and with some apprehension, she pushed the up button on the wall. This too was golden and with a stunningly black onyx for an arrow. It pulsed a little under her finger, almost as if it were alive. She shivered at this and withdrew her finger to wait.

She heard the customary whooshing sound and after what seemed like only a few moments the elevator bell rang and the dark doors opened for her. She stepped inside quickly, wanting to get it over with. The inside of the elevator mirrored the outside, all sinfully dark woods trimmed with gold. Dark red carped adorned the floor. As Kagome noticed this, she laughed and some of her nervous tension melted away. He was really “rolling out the red carpet” for her. The smile faded from her face as she realized she had no idea of which floor to go.

Her eyes darted to the buttons to see how many there were. Relief washed over her as she realized there were only two, one for the first and one for the seventy-fifth floor. “This must be an express elevator,” she thought as she pushed the latter button. The elevator doors closed immediately and it began a fast ascent. The speed was such that she almost fell and had to brace herself against the wall to keep from injury. Express elevator indeed. Somehow, Kagome felt like a package being delivered. This brought her back to the reality of her situation. Here she was willingly walking right into her supposed mortal enemy’s office. She felt a twinge of pain somewhere in her chest and the thought came again and unbidden; what was she doing here? Kagome sighed. No matter what had happened in the distant past, she could not deny the things he made her feel. Feelings no other man had ever inspired in her. Just thinking about it made her blush. She was nervous for multiple reasons this night. Yet no matter how she looked at it, she remained torn.

As the elevator came to a stop on the seventy-fifth floor, Kagome wasn’t sure whether she should get out or take it back down. In her indecision, the elevator doors began to close and she had to make a hasty exit onto Naraku’s floor. There was only one door and it was at the end of a relatively long hall. The same dark red carpet as in the elevator awaited her feet here. The walls were the same dark wood and had the same golden trim. Instead of the usual office lighting, wall sconces were in place every few feet. The whole place, like the elevator, had a strange feeling about it. She felt again that normal humans would not see this hallway. Kagome began walking down the hall. With each step, the youki she sensed became more apparent until she felt like she was drowning in it. When she finally reached the door, she had to rest for a moment against the heavy oak paneling.

She heard a lock click and the door she had been leaning against creaked open a little. It was almost as if he knew she was there. Kagome looked up at the ceiling and noticed a security camera. “So that’s how,” she said as she pushed the door farther open, still staring at the camera.

The first thing that caught her eye in the room was the domed ceiling. It was made of what looked like marble and appeared to have a seam down the middle. The whole thing was decorated with a marvelous relief of what appeared to be the Christian heaven and hell. On one side, there was the Christian god and his angels, on the other there was the Christian devil and his demons. All appeared to be glaring across the open space at each other. The hellish side was encircled by flames and many suffering humans were visible in the background. Various forms of grotesque torture were depicted. Kagome looked away from a particularly hideous demon and toward the heaven side; the god and his swirling clouds and beautiful angels were far more pleasant to the eye. Before she could absorb any more detail, a voice interrupted her. “Can I help you?”

Kagome almost jumped, for a second she had forgotten why she was here, and whom she was here to see. She tore her eyes away from the beautiful relief on the ceiling to look across the room. There, behind a huge mahogany desk with the now typical gold trim sat a completely unfamiliar man. His black hair was short and slicked back on his head. Unfamiliar black eyes stared out at her through stylish glasses. His dark blue suit was crisp and expensive looking, but did not resemble the one she had seen Naraku wearing before. “Miss?” he asked and smiled at her over folded hands, his elbows on his desk.

“I’m sorry” she said and backed up a step. “I must have the wrong office.” She turned to go but was stopped by his voice.

“May I ask who you are looking for? Perhaps I can help you,” he said and made to get up from his desk, the leather of his fine chair squeaking as he shifted positions.

“Oh no, that’s okay,” she said and smiled at him. “I don’t want to trouble you.” She began to back away, but was again stopped by his voice.

“It’s fine. Really. It’s not every day that someone wanders into this office through that door,” he said as he slowly moved out from behind his desk, languidly taking a few steps towards her. Kagome looked back at the way she had come and was surprised to find that there was no door there anymore. A knot formed in her stomach at this and she began to sweat. What was going on? The man chuckled behind her. She started at the sound and shifted her gaze to him, staring intently. He was still smiling, but his brown eyes held some unknown emotion in them. Brown eyes. She could have sworn they had been black before. As she watched, his eyes took on a reddish hue. The room suddenly seemed hotter. She felt a wave of energy pass over her and shivered.

The man smiled again. “I think I may know who you are looking for,” he said as his expression became more sinister, the corner of his mouth curling into a smirk as he narrowed his eyes at her. Right before her eyes, his features seemed to melt. His glasses fell off as his nose and ears changed shape. His hair, which had been straight and short, now lengthened considerably and became wavy. Red overtook the brown in his eyes. His entire body seemed to stretch, growing taller until his clothes barely fit. His skin became paler as his hair fell around his face. For a moment, the world seemed to stand still. Kagome was rooted to the spot and she stared open-mouthed at him as his hand reached up to brush his hair away and Naraku’s smiling visage was revealed. Kagome’s eyes nearly bugged out of her skull at this. Although she knew he was a shape-shifter, she had never really stopped to think about the implications of such a thing.

All Kagome could do was stare as Naraku took a few steps closer to her. She didn’t know why she hadn’t noticed the massive amount of youki emanating from him before. It should have been obvious. As he stepped even closer, she finally found her voice. “Why the tricks?” she asked and frowned. She thought maybe time had changed him, but it appeared not.

“No tricks. This is the form I normally take when I am here,” he said and smiled, his eyes glinting in the soft light.

“Why not just keep your true form?”

“I should think that would be obvious,” he stated as he brushed a lock of his hair behind his ear. The motion caught her eye and she almost missed what he said next. “You are the only human alive who knows my true form.” He gestured to several photographs on the wall, each of the smiling man from before. “To everyone else, this is me.”

Naraku stepped forward and reached for her. Kagome felt his youki pulse as he ran his fingers slowly down the side of her face and neck. “I always wondered why you were so different from the others, even from Kikyou.” At the mention of her name, Kagome flinched. The old wound was still there, albeit scabbed over, but it still hurt being compared to her.

“No comparisons please,” she said and turned away from his hand. A knowing smirk appeared on Naraku’s face as he let his hand drop back to his side.

“Ah yes, a pain I understand only too well,” he said and chuckled, his mirthless laughter doing nothing to ease the rising tension in the room. Kagome didn’t know what to say to this. It was true that the others had compared him to Onigumo many times, but she had never really noticed the similarity in their situations. She felt a twinge of pain in her chest as she realized how he must have felt in those instances.

“My, but this does bring back memories,” he said, his voice bitter.

“Yes,” she agreed. Such memories were better left in ancient times. She looked down at her feet, lost in her thoughts for a moment.

“Come, let us forget such things,” he said, a half-smile on his lips. At this, Kagome looked at him and smiled herself. Naraku moved toward her until their bodies were almost touching. “There are much more….pleasant, diversions to occupy us,” he continued, leaning over her, his long hair framing his face. He reached over and ran his finger across her lips and down her chin until his hand came to rest on her chest. Kagome blushed at this and stepped away, almost dropping her purse.

“I never said I wanted this,” she said and frowned. It was true that she had come here intent on seeing Naraku, but she still wasn’t sure she wanted this kind of attention from him. He smirked again before moving close to her. He leaned over and brought his face inches from her own. Kagome turned away from him, still blushing. Naraku closed the distance between them with his tongue. He licked her face slowly from her chin all the way to her ear where he paused, his hot breath ghosting over her.

“I think we both know why you are really here,” he whispered huskily, his warm breath causing her to shudder. Before she could protest, he turned her head towards him and kissed her. His kiss was forceful, his lips hard and demanding. Kagome all but melted under him. There was no time to think. Her whole body suddenly seemed to be burning with desire and she couldn’t help but respond to him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and returned the kiss hungrily, moaning into his mouth. He wrapped his arms around her waist and brought her flush against him so that she could feel the heat coming in waves off his body, could feel him starting to harden.

As suddenly as he had instigated the kiss, Naraku ended it. He pulled back from her and easily escaped from her arms, leaving her disheveled and blushing furiously, her purse lying forgotten on the red carpet where it had fallen. As she tried to collect herself, she watched him walk towards his desk and move past it towards an ornate looking panel on the wall. The panel was made of mahogany and inlaid with the usual gold. A large onyx button, similar to the ones outside the elevator, took prominence in the center. Naraku reached for the button, but then paused and turned around to face her.

“Do you like stars, Kagome?” he asked, his hand hovering above the button. He smiled at her and winked. Kagome’s eyes widened and she stared at him quizzically. What did stars have to do with anything?

“Stars?” she asked, her brows furrowed. Naraku shook his head agreeably and smirked.

“Yes, stars. Do you like them?” he asked.

“Well, yeah. I guess,” she said as she nervously shifted from foot to foot. What on Earth was Naraku planning?

“I find them to be quite…calming,” he said as he pushed the button. Immediately, a dull rumbling filled the room. Slightly alarmed, Kagome looked around trying to find the source of the noise. Naraku appeared unmoved and simply sat back down in his leather chair. Kagome stared at him and as she did so, saw the ceiling splitting open down the middle in her peripheral vision. She looked up and stared wide-eyed as the ceiling receded into the walls of Naraku’s office.

“So that’s what the seam was for,“ she thought as the rumbling stopped with a final loud clang. The resulting night sky was beautiful and blissfully clear, the stars shining brightly in the heavens. As Kagome searched for her favorite constellation, she almost forgot Naraku was there. Although she didn’t say anything to him, she felt the same way about stars as he did. When traveling in the Sengoku Jidai, she had always loved the nighttime. Stargazing made her forget about the day’s worries. She always felt calm staring at the blackness of space. Kagome was happy that she and Naraku shared this feeling. “We have something else in common after all,” she thought as she approached his desk, smiling. “Onigumo and Kikyou are not the only ties that bind us.”

He smiled back and gestured to his desk. “Come, sit with me.” She stopped just in front of his desk and looked around. There were no other chairs in the room.

“What do you mean?” She moved to the side of his desk and started to sink down on the carpet. He placed his hand on her shoulder, stopping her.

“Up here,” he said as he guided her to her feet. He let go of her arm and slid his chair back a little bit, patting the section of his desk directly in front of him. Kagome hesitated for a moment before sitting down. She smoothed her long, blue skirt carefully into place, making sure to protect herself from his roving stare. He smirked at her as if her intentions were obvious and went for her leg, his warm hand landing on her calf right below the end of her garment.

“It is quite long, this time,” he said as he caressed her calf before deftly sliding his hand up to her inner thigh. Kagome’s breath hitched in her throat and she blushed furiously at this intimate touch before trying to close her legs on his hand. Naraku smirked, bringing his other hand up to join the first and easily spreading her legs. He leaned forward in his seat, kneading her thighs. Kagome tried to frown, but couldn’t seem to manage it. His hands were unnaturally hot, more so than she remembered, as they caressed her flesh. She shivered. She had never had a man touch her in this way. Even back in the tunnel, he hadn’t done this much to her. She blushed again as he hooked his thumbs over the end of her skirt, sliding it up past her thighs until it bunched at her waist. “Lean back.”

Kagome just stared at him, her mouth agape. Was he really going to do that? He smirked devilishly at her and nodded slightly, leaving her wondering if he could read her mind. She closed her gaping mouth and tried not to squirm at the thought. Naraku leaned in close until his face was level with her satin panties and licked her through the rich cloth. It was a quick touch, but one that excited her. A jolt of warmth went through her and she felt something low in her body spasm. It was suddenly very hard to think. He rolled his eyes up to look at her from his position between her legs, watching her face as he licked her again, a long sure stoke of his tongue. It just felt so good. She couldn’t help the moan that squeezed out of her throat, or the way brows furrowed together. He smirked, running his hands up the remainder of her thighs until they came to rest on the top of her black panties. “Lean back.”

Kagome did as she was told, wilting on the desk. It was wide enough that her head did not hang off the edge. Opening her eyes, she looked up at the stars so distant in the night sky and felt suddenly as if she had forgotten something. Some piece of herself had fallen away when she leaned back and was now gone, irretrievable. If only she could remember what it was, she would be able to think again.

Naraku chuckled, his hot breath on her sensitive flesh making her shiver, before slowly sliding his fingers under the black satin of her panties, pulling them slowly down her legs. She could feel the mixture of the cool air and his hot breath caress her skin as her underwear slid down her calves and he helped it to the floor. She opened her mouth to say something, but was stopped as Naraku slipped his hands underneath her to cup her butt. He lifted her slightly, squeezing each cheek as he did so, eliciting a small moan from her as he slowly licked her smooth, naked flesh. He seemed to take this as a sign, burying his head between her legs, covering her sensitive bud with his mouth and sucking hard on it. Kagome screamed and flailed on the desk, muscles twitching. The sensation was like nothing she had experienced ever before. Her breath came in short gasps from and she couldn’t help but press herself into his face. He obliged her, taking more of her into his mouth and sucking harder, flicking his tongue over her clit as he did so.

As he moved to lavish his complete attentions on her clit, flicking it rapidly with his tongue, Kagome closed her legs on his head and moaned loudly. Her body was on fire, every inch of her burning up. The pleasure was so intense, she felt sure that she would explode. As Naraku alternated between sucking on her clit and flicking it with his tongue, she could feel her muscles coiling, ready to spring at any moment. All it took was one thrust of his tongue into her achingly empty passage and she was gone, lost in her orgasm, screaming her pleasure to the world as her nails scored the wood of his desk. He moved back from her, laying her back down on the desk, but she hardly noticed. It seemed she lay there for an eternity, chest heaving, pert nipples showing through the thin fabric of her white blouse, before she could recover enough to open her eyes. When had she closed them? She couldn’t remember that either.

Naraku was sitting back in his chair again, gaze fixed somewhere quite low on her body. Kagome blushed and tried to close her legs as she realized what a shameful display she was putting on, but was unable to. Her legs felt so weak and hard to move, she could only push them together with her hands. Naraku chuckled at this and diverted his gaze to her face.

“It’s a little late for that, don’t you think?” he asked as he captured her eyes with his and licked his lips sensually, his expert tongue tracing them perfectly. This caused renewed blushing on Kagome’s part. She seemed to be doing a lot of that lately. The things he did to her body were so new and the feelings they inspired in her so alien, that she couldn’t help but blush. Him with his head buried between her legs, him looking at her there, him with that knowing smirk on his face, as if he’d been there before, it was all so….so embarrassing! She sometimes wondered if she would ever regain her composure in front of him. As he leaned forward and pulled her into his lap, she felt sure she wouldn’t.

Naraku smirked at her yet again--was that all he ever did?---before leaning in to claim her lips with his. The kiss was as demanding and harsh as she had come to expect, all crushing lips and his tongue exploring every last inch of her mouth. Experimentally, Kagome sucked on it the next time it came to her. He shuddered at this and grunted into her mouth, the first sound of pleasure she had heard from him. Figuring she was doing something right, she continued to suck on the muscle. This drew another sound from deep inside his throat, more of a growl than a grunt this time. Sitting in his lap, she could feel his hard warmth though his pants and knew the effect she was having on him. This pleased her somehow, that she would be able to do this to a man, especially one like Naraku who had no doubt had many lovers. A brief and unwarranted surge of jealousy flashed through her as she thought of Kikyou, She wrapped her arms around his neck and redoubled her efforts at his lips, sucking hard on his tongue and causing him to produce more base noises of pleasure. Triumph welled up in her to replace the jealousy she had previously felt as he pulled her closer to him, gripping her waist possessively.

As quickly as this emotion had come, it was gone, leaving her feeling foolish and confused. What on Earth was she doing feeling all these things for Naraku? It was absolutely ridiculous! There was no way she could ever feel enough for him to be jealous. No way she was trying to compete with Kikyou, again. It was this thought, and not her previous inner turmoil that caused her to pull back from his greedy lips.

She made a move to leave, but was stopped by Naraku’s wandering hand gripping her butt. “Going somewhere?” he quipped, his hand moving toward the cleft of her ass, fingers dipping inside as he massaged her cheek. It was all Kagome could do not to fall back onto him. She wanted him to devour her, burn her up, replace the pain she had carried for so long with pleasure of his own making. Even with the promise of relief from her burden of survivor‘s guilt, she hesitated. She did not want to compete with Kikyou for a man’s heart ever again. Once was enough. She could not bear the thought of being just her replacement, always second best, easily discarded if the original were to ever show up again. With the feelings she was apparently starting to have for Naraku,--Kagome cursed whatever god had decided to put her in this situation; fate messing up her life yet again--she knew she wouldn’t be able to take the uncertainty of her position in whatever heart he may have. She would crack up this time. Go crazy. Become one of those people who end up homeless or in an insane asylum. She giggled at the thought of herself in a straightjacket, old and out of her mind, babbling on to her fellow patients about demons and jewel fragments.

Naraku raised an eyebrow at her sudden change in demeanor, but did not pause in his ministrations. Bringing his other hand down, he continued kneading her ass cheeks, expertly massaging Kagome’s flesh until she stopped laughing, her mind back in the present. He smirked, and Kagome wanted to hit him as her doubts and fears came rushing back along with her desire. He was a very dangerous man, a hazard to her sanity and sense of reality.

Pretending to lean into him, she managed to slip off and onto the floor as he moved his hands to grasp at her face. She landed hard, legs akimbo, her badly rumpled skirt barely managing to cover anything. Her current position gave her an unexpectedly good view of Naraku’s crotch, and she found herself staring at the straining fabric there, acutely aware of what lay beneath the dark blue material. Above her, Naraku chuckled, bringing her attention to his face. He seemed quite amused with her predicament. Her gaze flicking between his crotch and his face, she wet her suddenly dry lips, pink tongue darting out and quickly retreating as she caught him staring a little too intently. Realizing what a compromising position she was in, Kagome made to get up, but was stopped by Naraku’s hand on her shoulder again. “It’s my turn now, don‘t you think?” he asked, insipid hand moving from her shoulder to cup her chin so that she had to look him in the eye. His gaze was so compelling Kagome could hardly stand it. She flinched away from his hand and controlling eyes and sat back, pondering her situation. He had created in her such amazing sensations that she had never even known existed before him twice now. Who was she to deny him the same pleasure? Kagome looked down at the tented fabric of Naraku slacks and knew what she must do. Even though she had never done it before, she was determined to give it her best effort. She always gave everything her all; this was no different.

Blushing slightly, she leaned forward between his legs and tentatively reached for his belt buckle, fingers trembling as she unhooked it and moved on to unbutton his pants. Naraku for his part, was completely silent and unmoving, but Kagome knew he was staring at her. She could feel the weight of his heavy gaze, could almost picture the hungry look in his eyes as he watched her. She moved on to his zipper with this knowledge, her hands brushing against his taut thighs as she drew it slowly down. The sound echoed embarrassingly in the silent office, but still he said nothing. Seeing his thick erection straining against the fabric of his underwear made her even more embarrassed, yet she couldn’t stop the thrill of excitement that ran through her, all the way down to her suddenly wet passage. As she hooked her fingers over the top of his underwear and pulled it down, exposing the long, thick length of him, she felt a trickle of moisture escape to flow down her leg.

Kagome had never seen a penis before, but she thought his looked very appealing. It was smooth, perfect, and so completely masculine she couldn’t help but stare. Naraku moved then, his hand coming down to nudge her closer to him. Kagome obliged and leaned forward, her mouth hovering near the end of his cock, hot breath no doubt reaching him. She gripped the base of his shaft, as her friends had explained to her to do when she was younger, and tentatively licked the head of his cock. At this Naraku sucked in a breath, the muscles in his stomach jumping, and moved his hand to the back of her head, silently urging her to continue. She leaned forward all the way this time, her mouth covering the head of him completely, his muscles jumping again.

Kagome rocked toward him, licking along the bottom of his cock as she slowly took as much as she could into her mouth. He was far too large for her to accept him completely; she didn’t even come close to her hand. Mimicking the motions her friends had taught her, she moved her mouth back until she reached the head, before taking him back into her mouth. He tasted odd, but pleasant. A mix of salt and something else. She savored this unfamiliar taste as she continued licking up and down his cock, pausing every now and then to swirl her tongue around the sensitive head. She dug her tongue into the slit at the end of his dick, causing him to tighten his grip on her head, his muscles jumping again. She felt sure she was doing something right, so she did it again when she came back to his head. Although he didn’t jump as much this time, she could tell he was enjoying it. Continuing to lick along the underside of his shaft, she increased her pace, her mouth now moving twice as fast over him, Naraku’s hand fisted in her hair, and he shifted his hips forward slightly as she continued to redouble her efforts.

All thought ceased for Kagome as she picked up the pace again, her hand fisting the portion of his cock she couldn’t reach, her tongue aching from prolonged use. Naraku shifted forward again, chair squeaking as he moved, and it was enough to cause her to lose her rhythm, her teeth accidentally grazing his head as she rocked forward. Naraku’s hand in her hair pulled violently, causing her to stop as he stood up and let go of her hair, pushing his chair backwards with a slight kick. Kagome, for her part, was mildly horrified. She knew from what her friends had told her that using teeth was bad, but she had no idea she’d get this intense a reaction. Brows furrowed and reddened lips parted, she looked up at Naraku.

“I-I’m sorry. I’ve never…I didn’t mean to-” she started.

“That will be enough,” he said, cutting her off and extending a hand to help her up. She blinked at his hand a few times before grasping it and allowing him to help her to her feet. He instantly drew her to him and leaned down to kiss her softly on the lips. This both frightened and confused Kagome for a second, he had never kissed her like this before. Whenever they had kissed previously, it had always been like a collision, all tongues and teeth, never gentle, never soft. She must have looked at him funny, because he smirked. “Don’t worry. I’ll be your teacher,” he said, the devious gleam back in his eyes. “For now, let’s forget about that particular activity, shall we?”

Naraku let go of Kagome and let his hand wander down the front of her body, pausing only to fondle her breast, before moving down to unclasp the hook holding her skirt together. He slid his fingers inside and pulled the zipper down slowly, his other hand moving behind her to snake under her shirt and unclasp her bra. His hot erection digging into her thigh was full of the promise of things to come. The fact that she did this to him made her feel bold enough to strip off her shirt and bra and let her skirt fall to the floor, although her blush came anew with Naraku staring at her completely naked.

He stepped back, his gaze wandering over her body, settling finally on the trail of moisture running down her thigh. With narrowed eyes, and his characteristic smirk, Naraku ran a hand down her side and leaned in to kiss her, their bodies crashing together as he cupped her ass with his hands and ground his erection into her thigh. Kagome moaned into his mouth and wound her arms around his neck as he lifted her up and set her down on the desk, leaning them both onto the wood.

She closed her eyes, giving herself completely to the kiss, not noticing his hands leaving her ass until she felt an unfamiliar hardness press itself against her entrance. It was so thick feeling, she didn’t know how it was going to fit. Naraku shifted his hips forward a fraction of an inch, teasing her with his cock as he teased her mouth with his tongue. The small thrusting motions from both caused Kagome to throw her head back on the desk, groaning even as the duel sensation was lost. Naraku licked down her neck and settled on her nipple, licking it and taking it into his mouth as he pushed himself inside her. With his thickness stretching and filling her achingly empty passage and his mouth lavishing attention on her sensitive flesh, Kagome couldn’t help the small moans that escaped from her. Naraku seemed to be fueled by this, as he finished pushing himself inside her tight passage quickly, immediately pulling back and beginning a rough pace. As Kagome’s back arched off the desk, he slammed into her again and again, hard cock hitting her cervix, his balls slapping her ass.

She opened her eyes, and as he pounded into her, Kagome realized that the ageless stars were staring at her from behind Naraku‘s head. She had been wrong, so very wrong about everything. Why had she fought this man? What had he done to her personally? Nothing, but in self-defense. Moreover, when she really thought about it, he had had the same goal as Inuyasha in the first place and had pretty much gone about it in the same way, by slaughter and manipulation. So, why had she fought him? Kagome couldn’t find the answer, and as Naraku slammed into her, hitting that one special spot, she was lost in her orgasm, forgetting everything.

Even afterwards, nothing was black and white to her anymore. Everything was tainted by shades of gray.



So here it is, the long awaited update! Thank you so much, everyone, for all the lovely reviews and hits on the first chapter! They mean so much to me.

I really value constructive criticism. If you see something you think is wrong with the characterization, grammar, etc, feel free to tell me. ILU if you do.

Oh, and if you really care, I'm lame enough to draw fanart for my own story. A scene from the first chapter is over here: http://ryokosp21.deviantart.com/art/There-is-No-Escape-60562667