The Principle of Evil Made Flesh
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Secret: Theme #24
The jewel taunted her, called to her, and cursed her. Kagome sat upon her silken bed and waited. Her master had been gone for eons, seconds; she wasn’t sure. Time meant nothing here in the womb of the earth. Drawing her long legs up to her chin, the mist-shrouded miko rested her dark head on her crossed arms and slowly fell prey to her twisting thoughts.
What would happen to her when Naraku completed the jewel? The tiny arc of dead space surrounded by the cold spherical perfection of the glowing Shikon no Tama seemed to smile evilly at the hypnotized girl, whispering in her worried mind a drone of grave finality: When I am whole, you are dead. When I am whole, you are dead…
The steady rhythmic pulse of dark energy radiating out from the wicked thing ran cold fingers of dread and strange fire up Kagome’s hunched spine. The jewel was steadily becoming wicked, evil, selfish, brutal…what if its transformation could be stopped or even reversed? Percolating through the fuzzy cotton of her mind, a plan dropped into place behind the priestess’s moist eyes. She’d read a myth in school – so long ago and far away! – one that might give her a way to stall the inevitable death waiting at her captor’s claws. She could become Penelope and purify the shard, just enough to keep its evil power behind closed floodgates and inaccessible to Naraku until he could find some way to purge the light completely. Smiling to herself, Kagome nearly giggled at the thought that the only person who could again sully the damned thing would be herself… and Kikyou.
The thought of InuYasha’s undead mistress made her lips draw back in a very respectable snarl. Fuck Kikyou – Naraku was hers! The cold wench had taken everything Kagome had ever wanted, but she would not have that! Snatching up a small black pebble from the floor beside the futon, the enslaved priestess gave vent to her choler with a shout and the brittle shatter she heard echo back in the velvet blackness of her lair pleased her very much. It sounded like the thrown rock had shattered Kikyou’s clay skull – and that was a very lovely sound!
A deep sigh brought the girl back to her tense planning. If she could purify the jewel shards – this plan just might work! It had to work! Kagome’s desperation to remain at her inquisitor’s dark, exquisite mercy clouded her mind. She only knew she wanted Naraku: he was her soul’s black addiction. She had to purify the shard first, though… everything else would follow.
Scooting slowly closer to the fur-lined case in which the large Shikon fragment rested in a fog of seeping malevolence, Kagome reminded herself what would happen to her if Naraku found her touching the jewel. Licking her lips, the naked miko hoped he made her scream and grabbed the flickering blue-black orb before she lose the nerve.
Her collar no longer held her reiki down and coaxing it slowly forth, Kagome spun her spirit around the wicked Shikon no Tama. The small swirl of blue-black energy that began to funnel into the jewel shard reminded the futuristic miko of a minuscule event horizon, whose gyre sucked her soul’s energy down a dark-throated vortex without end. Focusing her mind upon her desire to live, to fuck and to serve her dark Master, the pale girl began to glow within her own flickering darkness like a feeder star. Skein after skein of blue-black light unfurled from the conduit that was Kagome into the hungry void of the Shikon jewel and with every second that passed, the once-pure guardian began to despair. Not even tiny threads of holy pink flame danced along the river of dark power that surged from the enslaved priestess into that crystalline distillation of souls that was the jewel. Kagome drew her reiki harder, tighter against her all-encompassing desire to serve. When she could no longer keep a hold on the mass of energy the desperate priestess hoped contained a spark of blessed intent, it shot, so like one of her sacred arrows from the longbow of her heart – straight into the target of the swirling void of the cursed jewel.
The impact threw the girl back hard against the silken mattress in a blast wave of flashing power, the flying sparks of which reminded Kagome of fireworks. Her dazed mind thought it was the End; it thought it was the Fourth of July.
~*~
When her vision cleared and her reiki settled once again into its silent boil within her soul, Kagome realized she still held onto the jewel. Squeezing her mind closed along with her eyes, the girl wondered if it was the other way around; surely the jewel still held onto her.
“C’mon girl – you can look; you’ve got to know!” she chivvied herself and slowly raised her hand above her recumbent head.
The swirling blue-black shape might have been imperfect but its black and evil madness was not. Kagome had, if any thing, made the Shikon no Tama deadlier. Its slowly blurring outline, cushioned by salty tears as they flowed down her broken face offered her no comfort at all.
~*~
She didn’t know how long she’d stared at the godless thing before she started to see…things… swirling within. Kagome watched the twisting, evil light of the Shikon no Tama and slowly, it began to poison her mind.
The entranced priestess saw her mind’s eye as it pictured Naraku captured within her, her long legs holding him fast in mid-stroke as she came screaming, bucking, and gnashing her dull teeth. His thrown back face was a mask of pure demonic lust at the painful bloody crescents her thin nails where gouging into his branded back.
She looked on as a strange spectator to the last shard being thrust into the bruise-colored sphere by her triumphant Master and whimpered subconsciously when his beautiful and damned mouth drew up in a tight fanged smile – one that was immediately coated in a hot spray of her life’s blood as he gleefully ripped her to shreds.
“No… please!” she whispered to any god that was listening.
She heard her Master’s oily voice in her mind, the shadowed voice of the jewel itself, tormenting her softly with the ultimate question:
“So then, girl – what do you want?”
Kagome answered without thought or hesitation, and her strong voice was the iron knell of the grave.
“I want to live and I want to serve my wicked fucking Master.”
Cold black fire ran down her hand as it seeped from the flashing orb and Kagome’s mind was assaulted by that sparking fire along her tightening nerves, collecting and arcing within as she continued to gaze, transfixed by both pleasure and madness.
She held onto a white marble pillar as she felt cold, slithering spider webs of ebony hair tickling her back with a gentleness the hard, pounding cock in her tight ass utterly denied. Gasping for precious air, Kagome felt herself being forced to cum hard and fast along with the rapidly dwindling light of consciousness that a familiar string of jade prayer beads were slowly strangling out of her.
The priestess’s wicked fingers slowly drew down and parted swollen, hungry and pierced lips, rubbing that moist epicenter of her dark pleasure with slow, devastating abandon as she drank in all the jewel could give her.
She saw herself smiling, seated upon a golden silk-covered cushion, where she was carefully braiding long silver hair into a thinning plait. The occasional blood-stain upon the familiar strands did not impede the steady progress of her limber fingers and when the proud little priestess was done with her craft, she handed the newly made whip of InuYasha’s gory hair to her deadly Master, who then beat her mercilessly with it until she screamed and begged.
Pinching her hard pierced clit, Kagome bit her lip hard to stifle the whining groans that bloomed breathlessly as she began to finger-fuck herself so very hard. First only one long wet digit delved her wet, sucking depths…
…then it became two, then three furiously stroking fingers reaming her pussy without mercy. There would be no mercy for her!
Orgasm began to claw up at her from her body’s shuddering depths as the jewel continued its perverted and bleak parade of prophecy.
She saw Naraku kissing her, licking her writhing body from lip to lips before hauling her brutally into his lap to pound home into her slick, sweaty flesh. He cursed her over and over as she screamed in deep-driven pain and pleasure. Raking his claws down her tattooed back left liquid red lanes upon her white skin and the small drops of her red, red blood dripped slowly onto the long and once-pristine fur of the skinned mokomoko that served to cover their enormous alter of a bed.
Kagome then came like an exploding star, the dark seduction of the Shikon no Tama clutched triumphantly in her spastic fist and from the cavern’s darkness, Naraku’s bloody eyes watched it all.
What would happen to her when Naraku completed the jewel? The tiny arc of dead space surrounded by the cold spherical perfection of the glowing Shikon no Tama seemed to smile evilly at the hypnotized girl, whispering in her worried mind a drone of grave finality: When I am whole, you are dead. When I am whole, you are dead…
The steady rhythmic pulse of dark energy radiating out from the wicked thing ran cold fingers of dread and strange fire up Kagome’s hunched spine. The jewel was steadily becoming wicked, evil, selfish, brutal…what if its transformation could be stopped or even reversed? Percolating through the fuzzy cotton of her mind, a plan dropped into place behind the priestess’s moist eyes. She’d read a myth in school – so long ago and far away! – one that might give her a way to stall the inevitable death waiting at her captor’s claws. She could become Penelope and purify the shard, just enough to keep its evil power behind closed floodgates and inaccessible to Naraku until he could find some way to purge the light completely. Smiling to herself, Kagome nearly giggled at the thought that the only person who could again sully the damned thing would be herself… and Kikyou.
The thought of InuYasha’s undead mistress made her lips draw back in a very respectable snarl. Fuck Kikyou – Naraku was hers! The cold wench had taken everything Kagome had ever wanted, but she would not have that! Snatching up a small black pebble from the floor beside the futon, the enslaved priestess gave vent to her choler with a shout and the brittle shatter she heard echo back in the velvet blackness of her lair pleased her very much. It sounded like the thrown rock had shattered Kikyou’s clay skull – and that was a very lovely sound!
A deep sigh brought the girl back to her tense planning. If she could purify the jewel shards – this plan just might work! It had to work! Kagome’s desperation to remain at her inquisitor’s dark, exquisite mercy clouded her mind. She only knew she wanted Naraku: he was her soul’s black addiction. She had to purify the shard first, though… everything else would follow.
Scooting slowly closer to the fur-lined case in which the large Shikon fragment rested in a fog of seeping malevolence, Kagome reminded herself what would happen to her if Naraku found her touching the jewel. Licking her lips, the naked miko hoped he made her scream and grabbed the flickering blue-black orb before she lose the nerve.
Her collar no longer held her reiki down and coaxing it slowly forth, Kagome spun her spirit around the wicked Shikon no Tama. The small swirl of blue-black energy that began to funnel into the jewel shard reminded the futuristic miko of a minuscule event horizon, whose gyre sucked her soul’s energy down a dark-throated vortex without end. Focusing her mind upon her desire to live, to fuck and to serve her dark Master, the pale girl began to glow within her own flickering darkness like a feeder star. Skein after skein of blue-black light unfurled from the conduit that was Kagome into the hungry void of the Shikon jewel and with every second that passed, the once-pure guardian began to despair. Not even tiny threads of holy pink flame danced along the river of dark power that surged from the enslaved priestess into that crystalline distillation of souls that was the jewel. Kagome drew her reiki harder, tighter against her all-encompassing desire to serve. When she could no longer keep a hold on the mass of energy the desperate priestess hoped contained a spark of blessed intent, it shot, so like one of her sacred arrows from the longbow of her heart – straight into the target of the swirling void of the cursed jewel.
The impact threw the girl back hard against the silken mattress in a blast wave of flashing power, the flying sparks of which reminded Kagome of fireworks. Her dazed mind thought it was the End; it thought it was the Fourth of July.
~*~
When her vision cleared and her reiki settled once again into its silent boil within her soul, Kagome realized she still held onto the jewel. Squeezing her mind closed along with her eyes, the girl wondered if it was the other way around; surely the jewel still held onto her.
“C’mon girl – you can look; you’ve got to know!” she chivvied herself and slowly raised her hand above her recumbent head.
The swirling blue-black shape might have been imperfect but its black and evil madness was not. Kagome had, if any thing, made the Shikon no Tama deadlier. Its slowly blurring outline, cushioned by salty tears as they flowed down her broken face offered her no comfort at all.
~*~
She didn’t know how long she’d stared at the godless thing before she started to see…things… swirling within. Kagome watched the twisting, evil light of the Shikon no Tama and slowly, it began to poison her mind.
The entranced priestess saw her mind’s eye as it pictured Naraku captured within her, her long legs holding him fast in mid-stroke as she came screaming, bucking, and gnashing her dull teeth. His thrown back face was a mask of pure demonic lust at the painful bloody crescents her thin nails where gouging into his branded back.
She looked on as a strange spectator to the last shard being thrust into the bruise-colored sphere by her triumphant Master and whimpered subconsciously when his beautiful and damned mouth drew up in a tight fanged smile – one that was immediately coated in a hot spray of her life’s blood as he gleefully ripped her to shreds.
“No… please!” she whispered to any god that was listening.
She heard her Master’s oily voice in her mind, the shadowed voice of the jewel itself, tormenting her softly with the ultimate question:
“So then, girl – what do you want?”
Kagome answered without thought or hesitation, and her strong voice was the iron knell of the grave.
“I want to live and I want to serve my wicked fucking Master.”
Cold black fire ran down her hand as it seeped from the flashing orb and Kagome’s mind was assaulted by that sparking fire along her tightening nerves, collecting and arcing within as she continued to gaze, transfixed by both pleasure and madness.
She held onto a white marble pillar as she felt cold, slithering spider webs of ebony hair tickling her back with a gentleness the hard, pounding cock in her tight ass utterly denied. Gasping for precious air, Kagome felt herself being forced to cum hard and fast along with the rapidly dwindling light of consciousness that a familiar string of jade prayer beads were slowly strangling out of her.
The priestess’s wicked fingers slowly drew down and parted swollen, hungry and pierced lips, rubbing that moist epicenter of her dark pleasure with slow, devastating abandon as she drank in all the jewel could give her.
She saw herself smiling, seated upon a golden silk-covered cushion, where she was carefully braiding long silver hair into a thinning plait. The occasional blood-stain upon the familiar strands did not impede the steady progress of her limber fingers and when the proud little priestess was done with her craft, she handed the newly made whip of InuYasha’s gory hair to her deadly Master, who then beat her mercilessly with it until she screamed and begged.
Pinching her hard pierced clit, Kagome bit her lip hard to stifle the whining groans that bloomed breathlessly as she began to finger-fuck herself so very hard. First only one long wet digit delved her wet, sucking depths…
…then it became two, then three furiously stroking fingers reaming her pussy without mercy. There would be no mercy for her!
Orgasm began to claw up at her from her body’s shuddering depths as the jewel continued its perverted and bleak parade of prophecy.
She saw Naraku kissing her, licking her writhing body from lip to lips before hauling her brutally into his lap to pound home into her slick, sweaty flesh. He cursed her over and over as she screamed in deep-driven pain and pleasure. Raking his claws down her tattooed back left liquid red lanes upon her white skin and the small drops of her red, red blood dripped slowly onto the long and once-pristine fur of the skinned mokomoko that served to cover their enormous alter of a bed.
Kagome then came like an exploding star, the dark seduction of the Shikon no Tama clutched triumphantly in her spastic fist and from the cavern’s darkness, Naraku’s bloody eyes watched it all.