Teach Me, Train Me, Tame Me

Damn its been a long time since I've updated. I've been doing the college thing so education comes first ^_^. Thank you again to Raynee for the review and to answer your question, I honestly didn't think about the scaring until you pointed it out, but if you remember Jinengi from Inuyasha could scar and he was a half demon. So I guess some can and some can't ^_^ Okay so here we go to the chappy ^_^

Sanaa slowly turned around in order to look her new pupil in the eyes. Naraku’s red eyes seemed to contain a certain fire within them as he performed a head to toe scan upon his new sensei. He took in every aspect of her curvaceous, bronze figure. Perky, medium sized breasts, toned stomach, wide hips, healthy thighs. Her legs were a little shorter than he liked but overall Sanaa’s figure pleased him greatly. When his crimson gaze met back up with her purple one, the fire intensified. His eyes burned with incredible lust. Raw and unnerving lust.

Without any warning, Naraku sprung forward and tackled her to the bed below. Sanaa gasped loudly upon hitting her sheets with great impact. Almost immediately, two full pink lips began to nip and suck on a slender bronze neck. His fingers tangled themselves in her purple streaked, jet black hair. Sanaa allowed her eyes to flutter close and her hands to grip tightly on his shoulders as Naraku’s lips now covered her own. The spider’s kisses were highly stimulating to the serpent’s senses. The very attractive male hanyou had even succeeded in making her excitement leak from her depths and onto the bed below. Sanaa was aching for him to touch her most sacred area. Not only there but she yearned to feel his hands playing with her breasts or caressing her hips. She desired for him to touch her anywhere other than her hair. But what Sanaa did not know was that it wasn’t Naraku’s style to please his partner. He never got enjoyment from hearing the alluring sound of a woman’s moaning. Naraku was a very selfish lover. Sex was solely about his pleasure and his alone. He didn’t give the slightest damn about the importance of having an equal share of give and take. Just as long as he was satisfied, all was well. And Naraku got his most dirtiest kinks….from a woman’s pain.

“Ahhhh!” After a while, Naraku was finally able to get Sanaa to make some noise. However, her cry wasn’t one of pleasure, but one of pain. Sanaa kept her eyes squeezed shut as Naraku began to seep his fangs deep within the flesh on her delicate neck. The spider smirked as he savored the taste of her salty blood. Blood had always been a turn on for him. Whether he drew it for malicious or erotic reasons, the thick red liquid always brought him abundant satisfaction.

After feasting on Sanaa’s life source for a while, Naraku pulled back to look his sensei in her beautiful, rare-colored, almond-shaped eyes. He smirked as he took note of the dazed, timid expression plastered upon her soft, round face. ‘She is enjoying this as much as I am,’ Naraku thought, mistaking her dazed demeanor as one caused by tremendous pleasure. His small smirk then turned into a full blown sadistic smile. ‘Time to make her lose her mind.’ He reached down to position himself properly. Without any warning, and without waiting for Sanaa to gather herself, Naraku pushed his rock-hard member into her womanhood. Sanaa sighed as she felt him fill her to a degree in which she had never experienced from any man before. She hoped that he would gradually become more gentle with her once they got to the main attraction of this carnal performance between the sheets. However, once again, the serpent would prove to be wrong.

Naraku instantly began to thrust inside of the female hanyou’s body with substantial speed. Sanaa arched highly underneath him as he continued his rapid assault on her. She bit her lower lip and held back whimpers as she tried her best to take the pain that Naraku was inflicting upon her. One of those stifled cries eventually left her lips when Naraku began to make his thrusts a little more forceful. A tear trickled out of her eye and onto the pillow below. Sex hadn’t been this painful for her since she had lost her virginity a few centuries ago. She stared up at the pleased man who was causing her all of this pain and wondered if he truly knew how bad he was hurting her. Somehow in the back of her mind she knew that he was fully aware of her pain….and was enjoying every single second of it.

“Pl-pl-please,” Sanaa stuttered as Naraku began to drive her further up the bed with his excessively hard strokes. Naraku performed another malicious smile as her stared down at the darker skinned beauty.

“Are you begging me for more onna?” he asked in a lust crazed tone. “You must love the way I feel within you. As you wish. If my sensei wants more, then who am I to deny her?”

“No. Pl-please…..ohhhh!” Sanaa shrieked as Naraku began to pump into her with an aggressiveness that could break a mortal woman in half. The additional feeling of having his claws piercing the flesh on her hips only helped to aide in the woman’s suffering. The emotion was far different in Naraku whose loud grunts only proved that this normally arousing act of carnality, harbored only one sided pleasure. The sweat dripped from his body and onto hers as Naraku kept his stamina up. One thing that the spider hanyou had that many women fantasized about, other than size, was the ability to last for a considerable amount of time in bed. Two, three, four hour sessions was very normal for Naraku, but what good was it if a woman was in pain the whole time?

Time slowly ticked away and Naraku was still going strong. Sanaa was beginning to numb from all of the pain being brought down on her and realized that she was going to have to stop him. She had wanted to wait until he found his release so she could get a full grasp of what kind of lover Naraku was, but she just couldn’t take it any more.

“Naraku. Stop. Please,” she requested as she tried to sit up in bed, only to have a strong hand push her back down in a less than gentle manor.

“Not yet,” he firmly told her with a stern gaze.

“Naraku you are hurting me and you really need to stop.”

“You will wait until I come.” He began to harden his thrusts and Sanaa let out another shriek of pain.

“N-Naraku! Stop! Please! Stop!” she cried at him, practically begging. She once again attempted to push him off of her but of course the domineering man’s strength far surpassed hers. She once again found herself staring up at stern eyes that now contained anger.

“No! You will wait until I find my release!”

“Your sensei just ordered you to stop! Now get off!” The sharp and demanding tone of the woman did not sit well with Naraku. For centuries he had been master over many. He had always been referred to as Naraku-sama as a show of respect from his underlings. He had been the picture of dominance. So to have this woman, no less, speak to him in such a forceful tone seemed to make him interpret her order as one of disrespect and not one of desperation. He’d be damned if he was spoken to in such a way.

Sanaa gasped loudly as a strong hand collided with a tender cheek. Her head swinging to the other side in a violent motion. Sanaa whipped her head back and stared at Naraku with great anger. Like earlier when they first locked eyes on each other, red and purple clashed like plaid and zebra print clothing. He had struck her. He actually had the balls to hit her. Now any other woman she knew would have immediately cowered after being hit the way she was. Most women would have took the warning and went back to their so called “place” of submission, as was expected of women in feudal Japan and even in her homeland of India. Sanaa was not one of those women. She was a stubborn and headstrong girl. She refused to be restricted by the barriers of society and social taboos. And she definitely refused to be submissive to an ass like Naraku.

Two beautiful red eyes widened and the sound of heavy panting turned to breaths of desperation as Naraku suddenly felt two hands go around his neck. He looked down at the multiracial, half demon woman in shock as she choked him with a surprisingly strong grip. Then again, Sanaa’s demonic nature was that of a serpent. A Constrictor to be exact. So her grip was stronger than that of the average woman. It was even greater than that of some male hanyous. Sanaa growled in a warning tone as she continued to squeeze Naraku’s neck with a killer grip. “I told you…to get…off…of me,” she told him in a slow, low, evil voice that hinted to the spider that she would indeed choke him to death if he didn’t comply with her wishes. A paling Naraku growled back at Sanaa in defeat and eventually did as she had asked of him and pulled out. Both hanyous gasped loudly when their bodies were separated. Sanaa felt like falling back to the pillows, but was afraid that Naraku might try to take her again. Once was enough for one day.

They sat across from each other panting heavily. Red and purple once again sending so many sparks that they border lined on lighting a fire. Two demons who had always been dominant in their respective trades and their own ways had somehow found themselves in the company of the other. And they would remain in each other’s company for a while, for Sanaa new that she would have a long way to go before she had fully educated Naraku in her ways. Especially with an attitude like his. She figured that he probably didn’t have even the slightest bone of sensitivity in his entire body. Nor did he possess any compassion, care, concern, empathy of any sort. And he sure as hell didn’t have love in there. She couldn’t fully teach him her methods until he softened up a little. But more importantly, she couldn’t have him in her home if he wasn’t going to listen to her. Even though Sanaa had a grip that could kill many, she knew that Naraku could indeed overpower her if he really wanted to. And she knew that he wouldn’t hesitate to kill her if he ever felt that notion. So there they were. Two dominant, strong demons. But it now seemed as if one would have to play a role of submission.

“Naraku,” Sanaa began as she slowly rose out of her bed and now hovered over Naraku, “you mustn’t be so violent with your sensei if you want me to teach you about sensuality. You must learn how to control yourself. That had to have been the worst sex I have ever had in my entire life.” The anger was clearly visible in his eyes after she had finished her statement. It was evident that he had been offended. He rose off of the ground and rushed over to her, backing her up against the wall behind her.

“Wench! How dare you say such a thing!” he snapped as he kept her pinned by her shoulders.

“You came here to be taught about sensuality. Surely you already knew that your skills of intimacy weren’t that desirable.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about!”

“Yes I do! How many women have you had Naraku? Are you sure that you’re not a virgin?”

“How dare you!”

“I’m just asking! Hasn’t a woman ever told you that it hurts like hell when you make lo…no…screw them?”

“Pain is a sort of pleasure.”

“Not that much pain. Not so much pain that it overpowers the pleasure.”

“I have no desire to please the women who I have relations with. Sex is for the man’s pleasure and a woman like you who claims to know all about sensuality should know that!”

“No Naraku! Sex should be pleasurable for everyone involved. It’s not a one sided act. And you need to realize that before I can begin teaching you. You won’t EVER find the mate you want until you learn how to be more gentle!” Naraku laughed defiantly at Sanaa’s statement.

"Gentle? You actually want me to show gentleness? Why should I?!"

"You said that you wanted a woman that lusted after you as much as you lusted after them. If you contiune to be a self centered lover in bed, any woman will eventually get tired of being with you regardless of how big you are or how long you can last. You can't just take Naraku. You need to be a generous lover as well. It's not all about you. You can't be master in bed all of the time. You sure as hell won't be master in this house."

"So you're saying that you want me to become submissive?"

"More or less, yes. Yes I do." Naraku released yet another defiant laugh.

"You have to be out of your mind woman. I refuse to become a submissive man."

"Do you want me to teach you or not? Because in this house the only one that will have a dominant position is me. I am the sensei and you are my student." Naraku sneered at the bronze skinned female as he diverted his eyes to the ground. He really didn't like the idea of submission. He had never been in a submissive position in his life, much less by a woman. He would have rather preferred to submit to that pest Inuyasha than to a woman like Sanaa. A woman who he felt ran off at the mouth a little to much for his liking. With more attitude than Kagura and Kikyo combined. He had never met such a woman in his life.

Sanaa could tell his hesitation in agreeing to become submissive. She honestly didn't expect a quick answer. The serpent sighed deeply. "Naraku," she softly said catching his gaze once more, "will you please let go of me? Please?" Naraku hesitated for a second, but eventually released the firm grip on the woman's shoulders and let her go. Sanaa bent down to pick up the red kimono that she had shed earlier. She stood back up straight and stared right into his eyes as she began to speak. "I'm going to go out for a while, Naraku. I'll leave you alone to decide if you really want me to teach you or not. If you're willing to be a little submissive, then I have no qualms in tutoring you. But if you are going to continue to insist on being the dominant one and treating my body with such carelessness and violence, then I'm going to have to ask you to leave. It's all up to you." Naraku kept his eyes on hers the entire time as she redressed, but his mind wondered around trying to decide if having Sanaa as a teacher was worth him loosing his dominant stance. "If you want to get cleaned up, the bath house is out behind the house. I'll be back later." Sanaa turned around and walked out of her bedroom and out of her house. She was headed to the home her good friend, Aya, which was a few villages away. Aya had something that Sanaa knew that she would need if she was going to teach Naraku. Sanaa knew that even if he did agree to become submissive, his word was as good as dirt as a sort of currency. She wasn't stupid enough to trust his word. She could already tell that no matter what the situation was, Naraku was only out for himself. So in order to keep dominance over her home, it looked like she was going to need a little help.


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While his sensei was out, Naraku used the opportunity to explore the mysterious woman's home. He looked at her wardrobe and his curiousity was further increased. Along with the many bright colored kimonos in her closet, there were garmets that Naraku had never seen before. Clothes that seemed to be from another country. Naraku already knew that she wasn't Japanese from her skin color and accent, but he wondered where she was from. He wondered what her homeland was like and if all the women there were as bold as she was. As he continued to investigate the home, he found other strange items that peaked his curiousity. Statues, scrolls, paintings, scents, furniture, material all that were not apart of Japanese culture. The intrigued spider demon finally stopped his detective work and decided to take a seat in front of a small table in Sanaa's livingroom. On top of the table were a few more scrolls that seemed to be a work in process. 'She must really like to write,' he thought as he picked one up off of the table to read. He furrowed his brow and put it back when he realized that the script wasn't Japanese. He then picked up another scroll, this time it was written in Kanji. Naraku opened it and began to read what the Constrictor serpent had written.
Sensuality is an art. It is as much of an art as sculpting or painting is. Many people belive that sensuality is only limited to the act of making love, but I believe that you can find sensuality anywhere. Especially in nature. Who among us have never seen a sunset and noticed the amount of beauty that the sky has when the sun is about to take its rest or noticed how nice the earth smells after a mid summer rain. Who doesn't like the smooth feeling of silk against their hand or the way honey tastes after it's first harvested from the hive of the bees who make it. Sensuality is everywhere. You just sometimes have to look a little harder to find it.

"Her mind is like an enigma," Naraku said to himself as he placed the scroll back down in its previous place. He then decided that he wanted to know more about this woman whom he couldn't figure out. He walked all around her home taking in the various aspects of it until he eventually found himself back in his original place in her bedroom. He walked back over to the Constrictor's closet and slowly slid back the screen door. He had already seen the clothes that hung on the pole...but he didn't notice the item that was lying on the ground beneath the feminine and diverse wardrobe. He cocked a brow as he bent down and picked the item up in his hands. He knew that he now held a sword in his hands. The handle was finely carved and the blade was concealed in very fine Indian silk. Naraku slowly took the silk off and the blade was now in clear view for him to see. "What's this?" he said, again to himself, as he gave the blade a good look. The blade was curved and constructed in a manor that wasn't Japanese. But that wasn't what caught Naraku's eye. The blade was still stained with blood even though it looked as if it hadn't been used in quite sometime. His mind then instantaneously went back to the scars on Sanaa's cheek and back. Could those scars be from this sword?

"I see that you've found something to entertain yourself while I was out," a warm voice all of a sudden said. Naraku turned around and saw that the serpent was now back in her home. She had been out for quite a while. The sun had long set. Naraku smirked as he ping ponged his eyes between her and the sword.

"Uh...yeah. I did." Sanaa smirked back as she walked over to him. She took the sword into her hands and gave it a long look. She then took the silk from Naraku's other hand and wrapped the blade back in it. She said nothing the entire time as she did this and put it back in her closet. When she turned back to Naraku, he held a questioning look. Sanaa only smiled at him, intentionally not giving him an answer as to what the sword was all about.

"So have you made your decision Naraku?" she asked as a change of subject. Naraku nodded his head as a reply. He had indeed come to a decision. Although Naraku despised the idea of becoming submissive, the thought of discovering what Sanaa was all about and why she was so mysterious was enough to make him sacrifice his pride. Not to mention that the fact that he would be having frequent sex also helped him see the brightness of the equation.

"I will agree to become your student, Sanaa. So I will submit to you." Sanaa smirked as she somehow knew that he would agree to the stipulation. However, she knew that it wouldn't be an easy road from now on. But the gift from Aya should help to ease the pressure on her.

"Excellent. Then I have something for you."

"You do, do you?"

"I sure do. But I'm going to need for you to close your eyes first." Naraku narrowed his eyes at the woman. Sanaa giggled upon noticing his suspicion. "Just do it. I'm not going to do anything too evil." Naraku hesitated again, but slowly closed his eyes. Sanaa continued to smile as she walked around him and stood behind him as she fastened his gift around his neck. Naraku had been apprehensive at first, but relaxed when he figured that what she had put on him was no more than a necklace. "Okay. You can open your eyes now." Naraku did as she said and slowly opened his eyes and looked down at the new, red beaded jewelry around his neck.

"What is this?"

"It's your gift."

"A necklace?"

"Mmhmm." Naraku knew that there was something behind this necklace that Sanaa wasn't telling him about. The necklace reminded him of the necklace that Inuyasha wore when he was still alive. The subjugation beads that Kagome had placed around his neck was similar to the necklace that he was wearing. In fact, they were almost identical! No...she couldn't have! She wouldn't dare.

Naraku decided to put his fear to the test as he tried to remove the necklace, only to find that he couldn't do it. She had tricked him. She really did place beads of subjugation on him! "You wench! What have you done?!" he snapped at her. Sanaa only smirked at his anger.

"I told you that if you wanted to become my student, you would need to submit. These prayer beads only help you to do the job better." Naraku was very angry now.

"Get these things off of me right now! I order you!"

"Nah ahhh. Who did we say was the dominant one around here?"

"Wench!"

"Mmmm...now what would be a good trigger word for you? Let's see."

"How dare you!" Naraku yelled as he tried to come at her. Sanaa quickly stepped out of the way, avoiding his strike. At the same time, she decided upon his trigger word.

"Kisama!" she called out to him. The red necklace around Naraku's neck immediately began to glow and he was thrown to the ground with a loud thud. Sanaa tried to hold back laughter as the once dominant spider demon now, unwillingly, found himself in a place of submission. She casually strolled over to him until she stood over his fallen body. "You will respect both me and my orders Naraku," she firmly told him, "I don't like to be a crude woman, but if I find it necessary, I will. I will only call out that when I feel that my life is in danger or if you deserve a very forceful punishment. Naraku lifted his head to look at her and snarled. Sanaa's smirk grew to a devious smile. "Your room is down the hall. Go and get some rest, for your lessons will begin tomorrow. If you behave, you will be rewarded. If not... then Kis..."
"No! I get it already!" Naraku snapped back at her, obviously not wanting to be slammed face first into the ground again. Sanaa smiled and nodded her head. Naraku slowly eased himself off of the floor. He gave Sanaa one last cold glare before taking his leave for the night. As he walked to his room, he realized that his stay with Sanaa might turn out to be less pleasureable than he had thought. And he was beginning to regret taking Byakuya's advice.