The Principle of Evil Made Flesh

Kagome was jolted out of her post-coital bliss by the sound of slow clapping in the darkness. Throwing herself up on her hands, the surprised and somewhat embarrassed miko scanned the cavernous void for her unseen audience. Slowly, two glowing crimson orbs came into the flickering violet dead-light of the jewel and the heaving girl noticed two things immediately: her master had returned in time to catch her with the Shikon fragment clutched in her fist and that he appeared to be injured.

The Spider stomped on the terra in his usual way, full of deadly grace, but his skin had a strange waxy pall where it was bare of his ubiquitous pelt. The steam of rich, poisonous shouki hit her nose as Naraku continued his slow approach. What could have possibly wounded her dread master – other than InuYasha, Sesshoumaru… or Kikyou? The dead miko’s name slipped unbidden from her dry lips and Kagome felt something rattle against the cage of Naraku’s evil heart.

“You finally did it…you killed her, didn’t you?” Kagome whispered with held breath. She couldn’t hope that he had done her such a service. Kikyou was a constant thorn in her heart, one she had come to admit to herself that she didn’t have the guts to remove. It wouldn’t have been her place; Kikyou was InuYasha’s cross to bear…and apparently, also Naraku’s.

But Kagome couldn’t lie to herself anymore; she’d wanted the bitch dead and gone for the grand larceny of her soul and now, perhaps, she could be complete.

“I killed her.” Naraku gloated over his wide-eyed slave. Then the pain brought him to his knees.

Kagome was divided – her wicked captor was on his knees, obviously in excruciating pain – what would she do?

She decided she’d enjoy Naraku’s pain while she could – it was all the payback she could muster and the priestess had to admit to herself: he was so very beautiful when he was bloody!

Naraku’s red eyes bore into those his hot little bitch and laughed wickedly on the inside at her blatant perusal of his wounded, bloody form. He’d felt the knives of Kikyou’s soul fragment attack him from the inside out when he’d first sequestered the thing within him. The malice within the soul-speck was much more potent than the Spider would have thought possible in someone supposedly so holy! He’d felt the bloody tracks running out of his eyes when he’d entered the cave and found himself dark witness to Kagome’s jewel-fueled orgasm. If the slut wanted to see pain and suffering, he’d oblige her in every way.

“Little bitch, come here to me. Come help yourself to what is yours.” Naraku whispered in a ragged voice to the entranced miko.

“I’ve given everything I could to blow it to hell and gone – yet your soul is still within me. Take the thing before I rip it out!” he groaned, bearing his lacerated chest to her hungry eyes. As Kagome drank in the gorgeous body of her pale master, she nearly screamed in fright when she watched his skin split under unseen talons as his body was rent by an unseen enemy. Reacting out of habit, the priestess pressed her chained body against that of the bloody hanyou and brought forth her reiki to attempt to heal the damage she knew her own soul was inflicting. Old habits die hard.

Locking her to him in a steel-strong embrace, Naraku roared in her ear as he felt the priestess’s deep, dark power flow through the amplifier of the jewel fragment and blast through his twisting, burning flesh. The torrent of blue-black fire surged through every part of him, turning him on in a way that bordered on suicidal; the miko’s flare of power was almost more than his wounded form could handle, even though she meant to heal his injuries, the whore was going to blow him apart in her panicked enthusiasm!

Fisting a handful of her ebony hair, Naraku pulled Kagome to attention, snarling through seizing jaws.

“Stupid whore - don’t make me kill you to keep you from killing me! Release the hold on your reiki at once and take the soul shard Kikyou stole from you! Do it NOW!”

“What?! How do I take it from you – you don’t exactly have it in your pocket, do you?” Kagome shrieked in chagrin and frustration…and yet, a growing part of her delighted in having this magnificent bastard at her own mercy. It was all she could do not to laugh at his suffering.

Naraku felt her cruelty flap its wings within the priestess’s heart and the dark desire that bloomed within him made him crush his fanged mouth to hers in a brutal kiss. He could feel the malicious fragment of Kagome’s soul roaring behind his lips and the Spider knew that no matter what happened after he opened his mouth to the hot little tongue that begged him for entrance, it was really, really going to hurt.

Kagome licked her master’s bloody lips and found the sharp, almost fizzy taste of his shouki-laced ichor was delicious. Then he opened his mouth and let her in. The cold fire rushed into her lungs like poison gas, choking her. Instinctively pushing at Naraku’s marble-hard chest, the writhing priestess tried to break the wide-open conduit that poured the infinite and ephemeral toxin that was Kikyou’s transmuted malice intertwined with the darkness and original sin of Kagome’s own all-too human soul. Screaming open-mouthed into Naraku as she dug her nails into his unmovable flesh, Kagome was filled to overflowing and beyond with cold, soul-searing flames.

The Dark One began to feel the wicked soul torrent begin to finally ebb and yet its frigid black ice that coated his veins felt like a million wet tongues on his bloody flesh. Grinding his hips against that thrashing slave held fast against him, Naraku pumped his hard cock against the velvet skin of the girl’s flat stomach with moaning abandon. The rushing sound of countless wings beating in his ears made him deaf to the keening of the wench before him as he lost himself to dark ecstasy.

When the last vestiges of Kagome’s captive soul dribbled from his mouth to hers, the Spider let loose of his captive and fell back upon their nightmare-colored sheets, exhausted. Carmine eyes closed in heaving concentration, Naraku began to slowly heal his many wounds.

Kagome fell onto her hands and knees when her Master fell away from her. Unnaturally cold breath smoked from her open, panting mouth as the sum of the priestess’s parts began to assemble into a darker whole. The miko’s eyes began to refocus, seeing for the first time since the Beast surprised her in her delicious distraction that she still held fast to the forbidden Shikon fragment. Surely Naraku hadn’t missed the fact that she held it – what was he going to do to her? Quailing at the unbidden tortures that rose in her supercharged mind, the bare priestess hoped he’d missed her inability to purify the damn cursed thing!

Kagome knew she’d never be so lucky.

“Miko, come here to me.”, rasped Naraku in a gravelly voice.

Turning with dread-filled slowness, Kagome faced the recumbent form splayed out on the silk-skinned futon. His slowly lapping hair fanned out around his head like the very antithesis of holiness. The gashes and tears in his hard, pale form were slowly closing, blood slowly congealing around disappearing scars. Naraku’s hellfire eyes remained closed but his intent was very clear; the miko could see the hard curved spike of his arousal as it twitched in hunger at her helpless stare. Shaking her heavy breasts in sudden tense need, Kagome did nothing to stifle the long moan her exquisitely pierced flesh drug out from her swollen, abused lips.

“What do you desire from your slave, Master?” Kagome’s thick voice begged.

“Do you want to ride me, little bitch, little bitch in heat?” His crimson eyes flashed open and the intense cruelty that crouched within their depths made Kagome’s wet pussy clench in tightening desire.

“Tell me the truth, little girl and shame the Devil.” he smirked and helped her ram his hard flesh home into her waiting depths.

Pinioned upon Naraku’s wicked and brutal cock as he lifted her nearly off of him only to slam hard against her cervix in piercing pain and shockwaves of pleasure, Kagome found she needed both hands to stabilize her bouncing body as she rode her dark Master as hard as she could. Putting the bruise-colored crystal into her mouth to free her hands, the wanton priestess only cared about the tight spiral of need that began to coil up within her belly. She could have cared less at the sight she presented: The naked, chained and subdued Shikon Miko held the despoiled Shikon no Tama between her teeth, as much a captive to its dark will as she clawed, screamed and rode the Devil towards the supernova of orgasm.

Naraku had never seen anything as tainted and beautiful as her rare eyes drew tightly closed in anticipation of her release. Bringing his clawed thumb to her hard pierced nub, the dark hanyou began to punish the disobedient little slut for her audacity – and his own blistering pleasure at the way her tightening cunt strangled his throbbing cock. Just as the little priestess began to seize and spasm, the Spider reared up to her mouth and took the jewel from her grinding teeth.

Kagome opened her eyes at the feeling of her Master shifting and stealing back the jewel from her clenching jaws. She tried to throw her head back and lose herself in the white noise of orgasm, but Naraku drug her head back down with a sharp jerk on her jangling collar. He slowly drew the large Shikon fragment into his mouth and swallowed it. The Beast’s roaring red eyes flashed blue-black and then he was bent back hard, hammering her slick, greedy depths with his own brutal release. His swollen cock filled her so full, Kagome felt sudden panic at the thought that he might very well fuck her to death by ripping her body open – Naraku’s shooting meat was a tightening hard knot within her swollen sex, one she found she couldn’t remove herself from even if she wanted to.

Fear quickly transmuted into blissful intoxication as the Spider’s hypnotic essence swirled within her. When she could see straight again, Kagome found her arms held back tight against her back by a thick, pulsing tentacle. She knew she shouldn’t be aroused by such brutal promises of pain to come, but the wicked miko only bit her lower lip and groaned.

“Now, little priestess, you seem to have forgotten not to touch that which does not belong to you, haven’t you?” came the slick voice of her leering master as he scanned her pale face for even the tiniest sliver of rebellion. He could feel something rising from her now-perfect soul. It made his fanged mouth water.

“I think maybe I should just cut off those delicious tits of yours and have them for breakfast. Maybe if I start taking things that belong to you, you’ll be much more attentive. What do you think, girl?” Naraku mused in a teasing lilt.

Kagome leaned down, further pushing his heavy, engorged flesh painfully within her trapped pussy and whispered into her Master’s ear:

“Maybe you should, if that’s what you like for breakfast.” Kagome punctuated her wicked words with a slow lick to the cold shell of Naraku’s ear.

“Make me scream, my Master.” She breathed.