The Principle of Evil Made Flesh

He slept and he dreamt. Naraku’s long white body laid stretched, scythe-esque against his girl; his ebony leonine head lay languid upon one sinewy arm. Dark twitching serpents of his long black hair slowly moved to the tidal flow of his mind’s blood-red eye. His slave snoozed in the close nurturing fallacy of the fetal position, her small puffs of breath basting the wiggling tippets of her master’s hair as they wandered occasionally over her curled body.

If they had been any other couple asleep in their bower, one might say they were very romantic and sweet.

Appearances can be so very deceiving.

Naraku was having a very good dream. Being who and what he was, The Spider was the nightmare in waking life – so his rare indulgence in sleep was always carefree and pleasant; to him, anyway.

The former Miko no Shikon screamed as he slowly peeled the tattooed skin from her back as he fucked her, nice and slow. InuYasha’s surprised face stared from its perch, his head spiked upon the fire-blacked ironwork of the amorphous dream-room. Sesshoumaru’s head flanked that of his half-brother; even in cold death that Daiyoukai could look like serenity personified, damn him! Oh well.

Once the bitch was suitably flayed of his mark, Naraku sped up his pace and reveled in the crescendo of pleasure that rippled in waves down his nerves. Every time he thrust deeper into the howling slave held fast in his iron grip and every time, the sensations he was ripping from her tender little body shot hard and fast, building like a twisting firestorm in his heavy balls, his cock, his spine.

Pounding harder and faster, The Spider saw nothing but blood and fire as he drove towards the ultimate ecstasy of orgasm. The bitch’s screams and cries were so fucking good that Kagome’s master forgot the dream-world around him utterly and let loose of all control as his legions began to howl and scream their release. When the last shivers and spasms subsided, Naraku was surprised to find that in his enthusiasm he had impaled the girl to a choking, bubbling death upon his transformed cock. Her death throes almost made him cum again. It was beautiful. He twitched the whip-thin tip of his transformed cock against the rictus of the girl’s bloody and filled mouth with lazy amusement. Once he’d had his fill of defiling her tight little corpse, Naraku knew he’d just revive her again with the complete Shikon no Tama; again and again and again...

The smallest smile twitched at the corners of the sleeping Naraku’s slightly-parted lips. The slow, deep rumble of laughter found its way from his sleeping form and brushed menacingly against the back of Kagome’s neck, tickling the small hairs there. Deep brown eyes flickered open and for the tiniest fraction of a moment Kagome forgot where she was, what had happened to her and most importantly, who she was with in the steamy darkness of their lair. Stretching herself back into the slumbering male against her, the girl instinctively wiggled her ass against the warm flesh she felt resting flaccidly against her.

The low rumble of a burbling, sleep-fuzzy growl brought reality back to Kagome, crashing down with breath-stealing force.

She was spooned back against Naraku. Her brutal master, absolute enemy, and she was very sure of this, her future murderer lay sleep-wrapped against her and it raised a very important question: if I move to get up, will I wake him and if awoken suddenly, will he kill me before he’s even fully conscious?

Kagome wasn’t sure, couldn’t even begin to be sure and so she lay there, dithering and trying to ignore the warning bells of her bladder.

Finally, unable to wait another second lest the unthinkable happened, the miko slowly slipped from her master’s body and his bed to perform her absolutions. It was a miracle that she managed not to trip even once.

~*~

There really wasn’t anything else to do, the naked and chained girl thought to herself. She’d chosen her path and declared her fate before her former friends. InuYasha’s face surfaced in her mind and Kagome wondered in a strangely idle way if he was just acting furious and undone to assuage his gigantic ego. He’d never once came out with any real feelings for her, just the reflection of her own desperate pining, Kagome mused. The thought that maybe if the inuhanyou gave a damn about anything other than a dead woman and the Shikon no Tama, he wouldn’t be in this mess in the first place flashed through her meandering mind and Kagome found she just had to laugh inside at that little gem of a conclusion.

InuYasha and Naraku had always been after the same thing – one had just wanted it more and at any cost – and was very close to getting it.

The universe was sometimes a funny, funny place thought Kagome philosophically. Another of her sleeping master’s unconscious chuckles whipped her attention back to his recumbent form.

She had told the bastard that she loved him, in front of the gods and everyone. Sighing to herself, the pondering girl wondered what it meant to really love someone. She didn’t love Naraku – she hated him utterly, but Kagome, in a rare fit of honesty, admitted that she loved his erotic torture and complete possession utterly as well. Could someone so calculating, so obsessive as to have spent as much time thinking and planning for her captivity and sexual enslavement as Naraku obviously had, be undeserving of the love of his fetished object?

Kagome didn’t know – she knew only that she belonged to Naraku and she didn’t want him to let her go, no matter how much her rational mind commanded that she hate and deny him.


Mental rebellion quelled for the time being, the lusting miko laid herself carefully alongside her dark and wicked lover and closely watched him as he slept.

Naraku’s bruise-colored eyelids shifted and bunched. Kagome remembered her biology lessons on REM sleep and dreams with a strange distance; when was the last time she’d given thought to her modern Tokyo life? It didn’t matter. What mattered was her recall of the suggestibility of the mind in its dream state. Kagome decided slyly that it was time to have some wicked mental fun of her own.

Laying down and scooting as close to Naraku as she dared, the girl bit her lip hard to stifle the moan she wanted to vent as her pierced nipples came with the grasp of the dark hanyou’s living hair, which instinctively curled in slow seduction around her peaked flesh. She could enjoy the worship of his little minions later, but for now Kagome wanted a piece of Naraku’s wicked mind.

When The Spider laughed again in his sleep, Kagome quickly began to hypnotically whisper to him, coaxing him within his lucid dream.

“What is so funny?”

It took him a moment to respond, elegant brows drawn in unconscious irritation at her invasion.

“The surprised look… I preserved on InuYasha’s face… when I took his head.” He slowly replied.

“You killed him, did you? Kagome must have been heartbroken.” She smiled wickedly in his sleeping face.

Naraku laughed again and the pause before he answered her made Kagome wonder if he would answer at all.

“The miko-bitch is mine.” he whispered with a lopsided grin, obviously pleased with himself.

“She’s yours?”

“Mine… the jewel… the world… the once-pure Shikon Miko… all mine… to do with… as I... please…” Naraku ground out with surprising force. Kagome knew she needed to divert him from that line of thought before she woke him and brought doom upon her head. The miko knew she was playing a dangerous game with a very deadly predator; yet knowing that only made her want to see how far she could push him. Fun was fun, after all!

Mingling in someone else’s mind was fun, she had to admit. No wonder Naraku did it all the time!

“What do you want to do to your miko?” she softly breathed to the sleeping hanyou before her.

“Fuck her… a thousand… different ways…” he breathed back. Kagome had to clamp her lips shut on the surprised eep! that wanted to escape as she felt Naraku start to swell and get hard against her closest thigh. She almost lost it when he unconsciously humped her leg and then settled further into his obviously delicious dream.

“Would you fuck her hard?” she questioned after a moment’s deliberation.

“So… very hard… with my cock… with my… fingers…”

“With your hot, slick tongue?” she helpfully supplied and felt her pussy start to slip and slide in its wetness.

“Yessss… with my tongue… feast on her red little cunt…” Naraku drawled, breath hitching mid-sentence as he pumped against her again.

“But you want more.” She led him on.

“Yes…”

“What do you want?” Kagome found herself dying to know the midnight confessions of Naraku’s black soul. He wanted her body; she already knew that much – but what else could he desire? What else could she give her dread master?

“InuYasha… you are…dead… don’t presume… to question… me”, he moaned and drug his other hand up towards his placid face. Meeting Kagome’s hip instead, the hand snaked down around her ass possessively and earned her a smirking moan and another pelvic thrust.

He was talking to the strangely interrogating disembodied head of his enemy about his sex life. Naraku might have been more powerful than any human, but even he was subject to the vagaries of the subconscious. What he wanted to be doing was fucking the cooling ass of his murdered bitch; instead he was discussing her with his greatest conquered enemy. However, InuYasha’s strangely hypnotic questions made the wicked hanyou want to go with the flow, so he did.

“I want… to… damn her… utterly.” he sighed.

“You want her damned?” Kagome reiterated for hopeful clarification.

“I want… her… conquered.”

Kagome flared suddenly with fury; why was someone always trying to make her and her power their property? If her soul was going to suffer in slowly drowning love for the cruel beast, then she was going to do her damnedest to try to conquer back!

Let’s see him kill me once he comes to love me – just like Onigumo did with Kikyou!, she declared to herself.

Kagome blinked in sudden wonderment at her epiphany: she now completely understood why Naraku considered Onigumo’s heart the ultimate weakness. It was his only Achilles heel.

And the scheming miko was going to exploit it like her life depended on it.

Kagome now was sure that indeed it did. Steeling her spirit, the hungry miko leaned into her sleeping captor and kissed him awake.