The Principle of Evil Made Flesh

The Spider made the stupid bitch regret her cheeky mouth. When Kagome awoke from the unconscious stupor Naraku’s exquisite abuse had driven her into, her first thought was that the well stunk; really, really stunk. Then the welted, well-used priestess noticed she was lying in well-tramped, very familiar grass.

The slick uncut hair of graves was the image Naraku’s mind piggybacked upon her own as Kagome ran her drowsy fingers over the thick groundcover. The image was so very wrong that Kagome instinctively tried to push herself upright in order to limit her bodily contact with the cool, somehow slick, green strands. Dizzy and slightly nauseated, the pale miko let her chocolate eyes drift closed in a valiant effort not to pass back out of the waking world or vomit…or both…

She couldn’t quite place the sharp ammonia scent wafting from the Bone Eater’s Well, but Kagome knew she didn’t like it. When the nausea and watery dizziness began to subside, Naraku enlightened the captured naked girl with his usual well-calculated ferocity.

The Spider silently moved past his wench, ignoring the dazed heap she seemed to be intent on remaining, at least until he decided otherwise, that was. Taking up a very universal and timeless male stance in the face of another’s challenge, the tall hanyou drew back his body’s white covering, got a nice firm grip on himself and began to piss on the side of the ancient, musty and blackened wood. He heard the shocked hiss of drawn breath behind him as the slut realized just what he was doing – and just what she’d been smelling. Just to further twist her little mind, Naraku let his dark head fall back in blissful abandon. Long serpentine hair licking at his firmly planted legs, he arched his scarred back and groaned.

“So very, very good…ahhhhhhhh!” his deep, oiled voice ground out with very dark drama.

“That is so sick!” the tiny, mortified voice echoed behind him.

As much as fun as it was to systematically kill the vegetation around the Well with his sharp golden poison, Naraku reigned in his enthusiasm. What better way to mark ownership of a thing; InuYasha had been doing it for years. The dark hanyou couldn’t believe the senseless priestess had never noticed the canine reek before now. At this late hour however, Naraku was far more interested in the inu-hanyou’s more capable sense of smell and knew such a blatant, instinctive challenge could not go unanswered. All Kagome’s wicked master had to do was wait. Now, what to do to pass the time, he mused as his flaccid sex twitched hungrily.

Shaking off, the pale being before her effortlessly resituated himself and turning with murderous grace, made off for a no doubt darker spot to await the destruction of the world. Kagome sighed. She wanted to hate the wickedly handsome bastard in every possible configuration, but the sullied miko found she could only bite her abused lip and moan at the spasm of pleasure that shot down her spine as Naraku carelessly hooked his fingers into one of the cold iron rings of her despised collar and drug her back into the forest clearing’s shaded edge.

~*~

Backed hard against an eldritch hemlock tree, Naraku’s white pelt covered the hidden depravities he was slowly indulging in. The low, weedy deadfall of spent evergreen needles swallowed the long, immovable legs up to their knees, knees that supported and spread the thin, quivering legs that curled like vines in need of iron-fast support. To any passers-by – and there weren’t any, not yet – the two figures, tall male and taunt female, were enjoying a tender embrace. The young lady’s dark head was backed perfectly into the curve of her lover’s throat. One could only guess what might be happening within the hot confines of the man’s thick white cloak…

Clawed fingers splayed possessively across Kagome’s soft belly as her dark master drove his hard cock in and out of her slippery cunt with absolutely maddening slowness. The tree’s cant and gritty bark gave his strokes perfect hands-free leverage, which the Spider took great advantage of with the trembling, sex-soaked body of his little whore of a miko. Scuttling fingers roamed down from her velvety soft stomach to her wiry curls, which the Dark One gave a hard tug as he slipped so-very slowly in and out his quivering slave. Slinking through her slick curls, Naraku then drew his clawed finger down across the peeping, neglected and ring-captured pearl that made his little bitch scream for more.

“Lean your head back into me – bare me your throat, bitch…” Naraku growled into Kagome’s thick hair with a leer.

Kagome arched her back as she rose up on her trembling legs and then up on her toes, allowing her head to drop back against her dread master’s hard shoulder. She very nearly broke down in aching sobs when the reward of her obedience manifested itself as a salvo of tight circles drawn around her captive clit as her tormentor buried himself hard within her body in the answering sharp, fast strikes to her innermost, scream-inducing spot. Breath hitching in her tightening throat, Kagome’s legs and her mind were both about to give out with the slow, deliberate and so very devastating conquest of her sweating body, which she knew was all for Naraku’s wicked pleasure. But knowing that just made it hotter!

Just as the rhythm of his finger’s play upon her throbbing clit magnified a thousand fold the slow crush of desire that made the miko’s hungry pussy swallow hard upon Naraku’s velvety intruder, Kagome’s steamy mental fog was assaulted by a sinuous, dangerous voice lapping at her ear.

“Cum, little priestess and you die.” The dark hanyou whispered, as his vice-like hand curled around her pulsating throat.

The frustrated wail that strangled out in the wake of his little demand was delicious.

Naraku forced himself to admit how much he loved the absolute pleasure that shot along his humming nerves each time his cock nearly left the tight, hot confinement of the girl’s sucking pussy. He’d slowly withdraw, letting only her slippery labia suck at his unhooded flesh before once again slowly forcing himself deep within her fluttering, so very demanding depths. It was a tearful saturation of nearly painful delay for the little miko, even now doing her best not to allow him the added bonus of strangling her for her audacity to reach orgasm against his will – but it was also nearly impossible for Naraku to stifle his sense of instant gratification! However much the Spider wanted to just pound the priestess’s tight little sex into bubble gum with the roaring fire of a thousand suns, he knew that when he, the Master, finally uncorked the nearly critical pressure building up within his peerless slave, the orgasm that would rip through both their supercharged and writhing bodies would be fucking earth-shattering!

Naraku knew his timing couldn’t be better.

Smiling in hell-bent evil, the Spider could smell the scent of inu on the light breeze and it was approaching, fast as an arrow and twice as deadly.

Kagome felt Naraku plant his hard body firmly against the tree’s thick trunk even as his vicious scimitar of a cock grew so much harder within her over-sexed pussy. She could feel her Master was fast approaching the same climatic razor’s edge that his murderous intent had stranded her, panting and moaning, upon. Groaning words flung themselves on the dark hanyou’s stone-cold lack of mercy, dribbling in thick wailing strings from her dry, open lips.

“Naraku, please, please…let me cum! I can’t stop it anymore! Master, I’m begging you! Please, you wicked bastard…ugh! Please let me cum for you!”

He could hear the crunch of sticks under urgent, racing feet.

He could hear the singing jingle of holy rings upon a monk’s staff.

He could hear the puffing breath of the nekomata as she flew like the wind.

It was all so very perfect.

Naraku so loved it when his plans came together!

Releasing the girl’s pale throat and fisting a tight hand into the sweaty black mass of hair before him, The Beast that was Legion drew his mistress’s head up, forcing her to bear witness to her ultimate shame. Nipping the pale, wet skin of her throat with aching fangs, Naraku slammed the ice pick of command into the begging ear of his cock-speared little priestess and held on tight for what he was sure was going to be the ride of his life.

“Cum for me Kagome – CUM SCREAMING FOR ME NOW!”, he roared as the little yowling bitch’s cunt throttled his starving cock and began to milk him of the cold fire that shot in back-breaking spasms, over and over…

Neither of them would forget the look of utter shock and horror that splashed like blood across InuYasha’s face.