The Principle of Evil Made Flesh

Naraku leaned over a still pool and wiping the thick blood from his nose and face proceeded to lick his clawed fingers clean of their deep red coating. He decided to leave it on his neck and chest, liking the weird sticky gorget in its place – for now. He knew the shouki fumes would sting his slave’s nose and eyes, giving her yet another reason to cry all those pretty tears, just for him. Swishing the cold water around in his sliced-up mouth, Naraku spit and finished his absolutions. Slowly unfolding from the cold rock, he made his way back to the brooding, sniffling miko.

Contrary to her current belief, he had no intentions of killing her for her outburst. Quite the opposite was true. He very nearly loved the darkness slowly consuming her heart – at least as well as one such as him could be said to love anything but power. Her rapidly darkening heart was feeding him wave after wave of blue-black reiki, increasing both the malice of the jewel and his own demonic power without the miko’s slightest knowledge. He might have been corrupting the priestess, but the priestess herself was corrupting the Shikon no Tama. Naraku swore to himself that he would goad the little whore mercilessly until its transformation and hers were both complete. But what to do then – what came next? He wasn’t sure; the Spider resolved to think on it later. Now he wanted to have some more wicked fun.

Kagome felt terrible; not only was she going to die very shortly for the beating she had given her master, but she was disgusted at herself at the rage and hate in her heart. All the hurt and humiliation she had suffered at the hands of those who supposedly loved her, cared about her and had pushed down into the shadows of her mind came roaring back to life and found a stupid outlet in Naraku’s twisted corporal punishment. She saw InuYasha’s pissy face, berating her archery skills one too many times, she saw Kikyou negating any worth to her very existence time and time again. She saw what she wanted to see and had flown into a violent rage, just like she was sure Naraku had planned for her from the beginning. Her hands ached as bruises began to bloom under the fragile skin of her swollen fingers. She sniffed hard and wallowed in self-hatred. She was supposed to be pure and kind! Where had the Beast found such darkness within to exploit?

Naraku walked slowly to his crouching, huddled girl. He walked past her without looking and retrieved the white silk bundle he’d procured especially for the sad miko. Unwinding the bundle revealed it to be a large silk sheet, absolutely pristine white – except for a few dank marks where it had impacted the rocky wall of their bower. It would still serve his purpose perfectly. Shaking the large billowing cloud of silk out onto their futon, a smaller red leather roll bounced out onto the cave floor. Kagome heard the soft thump at it hit the rock next to her and curiosity overrode her misery very quickly.

Turning the oblong roll in her hands, she puzzled at the intricate knots that kept it tightly bundled together. The soft brushed leather was dyed a costly oxblood red and Kagome wondered hard at what it could possibly contain. Blushing furiously, she figured it was some kind of phallic toy meant to break her open in further ways, all for the dread pleasure of her demonic torturer. She could just see something made of ivory or amber, soft – warm – organic and imagined how it would feel plunged hard into her spread and bound sex with the lightest whine. Her mind spun countless dirty fantasies as the soiled priestess slowly turned the leather bundle over and over in her sweaty hands.

Naraku wanted to laugh out loud at the thoughts he saw drifting in fast, filthy parade across the girl’s dirty mind. She was so insatiable; he stocked a few of her choicer dreams away for future play and walked slowly towards his sweet prey. When he put his clawed hand on the bundle he shocked Kagome out of her pleasant dreams immediately. Naraku’s face was now clean and pale as death, but his neck and chest were still covered in his stinking congealed blood and the sight brought the priestess crashing back to her current reality. She found she was too scared to even think of running from her death; hell, she knew there was no avoiding it in the end. She just never thought the end would be this soon! Bowing her head, she waited for Death to come.

“I’m so sorry, Naraku.” she whispered in a flat voice.

“Did you enjoy spilling my blood and breaking my flesh, priestess?”

She looked everywhere but at him.

“Answer me. Did you not enjoy the thrill of power running through your supercharged nerves?” he pushed in a deepening growl that he knew would pool in the girl’s gut like heavy fire.

“I… shouldn’t enjoy something like that. I’m sorry I hurt you…”

He barked a surprised laugh at her miserable apology. She was such a little fool!

“But you did, didn’t you? I can see the lies you tell yourself in that head of yours. Why hide from that which gives you such pleasure? Do you see me broken by such ridiculous constructs of morality?” he wheedled, circling around his girl like a shark, winding an errant lock of her dark hair lazily around one of his claws. She followed his body as he himself wound around her, but she would not meet his glowing eyes.

“That is why you are evil. You want to break the spine of this world for your dark pleasure and think nothing of it! I am not you, Naraku. I am Kagome!”, she wailed in frustration, the echoing shout of her name giving her multitudes of phantom comrades; giving her the illusion of strength in the face of the truth.

“Kagome is more like Naraku than she is willing to admit – and you know it!” he hissed in triumph.

Her wide dark-swallowing eyes flew up to his imperious face in an unconscious snarl. He grabbed a fistful of her black hair to bring her up and kissed her hard, licking the lies she told herself from her velvet tongue. When he released her for much-needed air, the lusting hungry look in her eyes was delicious.

“Come, let me show you the present I have brought you.”

~*~

The blood-cloaked Spider drew Kagome down on the white snowy silk sheet upon their bed. He pushed her slight shoulders down until she folded her legs under herself and sat. Naraku himself kneeled before his curious slave. He couldn’t help himself and reached out to toy with one of his miko’s pierced nipples and smiled when the sensations his touch invoked within her shot the musk of hot desire into his nose. Soon enough, he wanted to be suckling at the drops of her sweet red blood at it ran down that soft peaked flesh!

“Open it.”, he whispered in her ear.

The thin leather knots were difficult to navigate with her sore, battle-swollen fingers but Kagome loved gifts and so she persevered. Finally slipping the last knot free, she unrolled the warm, heavy bundle to find it was full of small, carefully wrought and extremely sharp knives. The steel glinted very dully in the flashing purple glow of the steadily growing Shikon no Tama. The breath caught in Kagome’s throat at the deadly beauty laying in her lap – why had her master given these to her? What game was he playing now?

Confusion sprinkled lightly across her thin brows as they knit over her deep eyes. The puzzled priestess gingerly lifted one of the blades from its leather cradle and stupidly ran her finger down its honed edge. Hissing at the very thin fire that accompanied the rapidly filling red line along her carelessly sliced digit, Kagome quickly put her finger in her mouth. Naraku’s heavy red eyes bored hard into her shocked face and when he drew her finger out of her mouth and slowly licked it clean, she knew exactly why he’d given her this gift. So devious was this new torment that it frightened her, even as the growing wetness between her legs stained the silk below her.

“Do you like your gift, my miko? These are called fletchettes and they are not knives – they are brushes. This sheet is the parchment. Tonight you will paint me beautiful picture priestess.”, he purred.

“Tonight, you will paint me a picture in pain.”

Naraku’s silky voice slithered against her cold skin as he took the blade out of her numb hand and pushed her heart-hammering body back against the wide expanse of silk.

~*~

Kagome’s mind was blurred into fragments as her wicked master held her arching body to his hungry mouth to suck on her pierced, aching flesh. Was it his sharp tongue or the sharper knife that split her thin skin to release the heady liquor that began to run red down onto the strange canvas below her? The pinpoint of her pain-altered mind focused on one plump jewel of red as it elongated, fell and spread in tiny waves into the blue-white silk. She felt Naraku mouthing her flat belly and dipping his tongue into her navel, gathering all the pretty ink that had collected there with his own growling moans for more. She felt thin fire run down the inside of her bent leg as her blood-drunk master lubricated his feast on her tight pussy with slick blood. Trails of flashing purple light whipped through her field of vision as her head tossed and her screaming cries of utter devastation reached operatic high in her delirious ears. Kagome was lost in a fantastic sea of blood and sex and drowning there was all she’d ever wanted.

She felt a long limber tongue plumbing her depths in a fury of strange sucking sounds; she could place where she’d heard them before, but they were so familiar! She found herself nearly bent in half as her urgently feasting lover lifted her to his blood-stained face. She spent eternities in the arms of pain and the multitude of little orgasmic deaths killed her and brought her forth again in ecstatic birth a million times. She circled endlessly around a million suns as warm, red wetness lubricated her passage through the myriad of worlds within her drunken mind.

Naraku found her sweet, powerful blood drove him to frenzy! He couldn’t get enough of every part of the entranced miko that his hands, his lips, or his tongue touched. Placing the intricate scalpel in such ways that her thin lacerations spelled out black obscenities, the Spider found himself on such ice-cold fire for the little bitch that he wanted to rip out her beautiful eyes and skull-fuck her! Flipping her over him, Naraku quickly divested himself of his hakama and plunged his cock up into his mistress’s hot, bleeding body. And fucked her so hard the force at which he was driving her down onto his body’s battering ram was sending painful jolts through his tight balls. Kagome screamed and urged him on, sinking her own nails into his blood-spattered chest hard enough that dark purple drops joined her own on their morbid canvas.

The delirious miko’s head lolled on her neck as she met his thrusts with her own and the screams and growls, the slapping of bloody – sticky – wet flesh was a deafening chorus of the damned. Grabbing one of the razor-thin blades, Naraku opened one of Kagome’s hands and pushed it closed around the cold curved steel. She looked at it like she’d never seen it’s like before and then she smiled at him. He evilly smiled back.

“Cut me, little bitch – cut me deep!” he groaned as he slowly began to grind deep within her tight body.

Kagome found she really wanted to make her master bleed. Clenching her inner walls around him as tightly as she could she leaned down into the Spider’s thrown-back face and kissed him sweetly before she whipped her hand down the side of his left cheek, flaying it open with a serpent-quick strike. Naraku roared in ecstasy and dipping one of his long fingers into his own thick blood, he trailed it down her bouncing breast and pinching her caged nipple in his slippery grasp. The heat from his sizzling poison seemed diminished; her skin no longer smoked and bubbled when it came into contact with the white flesh. His corruption was beginning to manifest in outward signs, and Naraku howled in triumph and pain when he felt her blunt human teeth latch onto one of his hard bloody nipples, even as her blade circled its twin in red, liquid torment. He snarled in nearly orgasmic overload when he felt her reach back behind her gyrating hips to fondle his heavy sac while she continued to carve a twisted crimson path down his tight, flexing stomach.

Lunging up, Naraku ripped the blade from the miko’s tormenting hand and rolled her from his lap. Grasping her thin hips, he positioned her quickly on her hands and knees and shoved back into her fiery cunt with furious abandon. His voice was broken by ragged pants and the gravel pitch of it made Kagome moan for more.

“Time to sign your work, slave!”

Driving her forward so hard that her arms gave out beneath the dark hanyou’s ravenous onslaught, Naraku made sure to smear her gorgeous blood so hard into the white silk that her pretty blood would never come out. When he felt the throbbing of the priestess’s inner walls begin suck him farther into her grasping body, he left loose the hot flood that had been building within him for what seemed like days. Spasm after hard spasm forced the Spider over his miko’s thin heaving back as she bucked and seized, nearly throwing him off her in her yowling climax. Just as he’d given her everything he’d had within him, Naraku withdrew from the girl and sprayed his last glistening drops of thick cum across the now splattered sheet. He’d thoroughly soiled something pure and beautiful…and commemorated it all on this white canvas like the proof of a bride’s maidenhead. Panting as the black swirling darkness of his demonic legions began to clear from his red vision, Naraku picked up the limp priestess and stood her beside him.

“Look what your blood-lust has wrought priestess.” he whispered thickly into her ear.

Kagome turned her head away into his pale arm.

“It’s beautiful, is it not?” he laughed wickedly.

It was simply icing on the cake to throw her down once again and lick all her little wounds clean.