The Principle of Evil Made Flesh

“How much was real?” The chained priestess mumbled aloud to herself. Clutching a rich purple yukata around her thin, shivering frame, Kagome brought her knees up within the grasp of her sore arms and pondered the heart-breaking parade of images shown to her by the hellish Shikon no Tama.

Fire-light flickered and danced around her still face, tucked itself into the dips and valleys of her silk robe and sought the cool naked flesh beneath. Her master knew it was too cold to go bare-ass but the cunning fiend that she knew all-too well in Naraku had supplied her with a garment that, while it held in almost enough heat to keep her from breaking her teeth in constant chattering, it left enough of her long white body within the eye’s reach that the miko felt just as exposed as she had when she was only naked.

She snorted a soft laugh at that one: only naked, like it was perfectly fine and normal to be wandering the wilds in only her skin. Hey, no problem. At least he’d left a fire this time. The night crouched in eternal patience at the edge of the fire’s orange and yellow nimbus. Something about the quiet, somehow affectionate, cricket-filled darkness reminded Kagome of fat old Buyo and somehow, that brought a small smile to her face. Shaking her sad mind out of its musings, the girl knew she had enough chain to make it to the edge of the flickering light and so crawling on hands and knees, she did.

Her wicked master had brought her from subterranean darkness out into the cleansing night but The Spider made sure his slave kept herself in her right place. Kagome endured the tether of her razor-sharp lead, only eyeing the hateful thing occasionally when she scanned the perimeter of darkness for Naraku’s return. She noticed several brownish-red streaks along the sharpened links and knew it was her blood, the memory of the flaming pain of her sliced hands slapping her momentarily in the face.

The charred black iron spike that held her to this place was at least as long as her arm and when Kagome gazed at it in passing, her pierced little clit throbbed at the flashing memory of the way the white flesh of her master’s arms and shoulder bunched and writhed as he slipped the stake through the hard, packed earth as if it were a knife through soft cheese. Something about seeing Naraku on his knees made her want to touch and rub the source of her growing need, if she dared. Biting her lower lip and scanning the darkness, the companionable silence of the autumn night curled up around her small form and slept.

~*~

The white noise of the incessant crickets annoyed him. Naraku moved quickly through the hip-high grass, back to his waiting, worrying mistress. The jewel shards he’d just happily slaughtered for were leading him in an unerring path toward the Shikon Miko; the crystals pinged in his inner ear like radar and it was irritating to say the very least. Each ultrasonic pulse reminded him he was a slave to the damn jewel – they both were. He, Naraku, was slave to no one!

Naraku knew the only way out of his damnable servitude was the cursed orb’s completion and to that end, he was busting his hybrid ass. The nearly perfect blue-black sphere rested near his all-too human heart and waited. The Spider knew it waited, and he didn’t want to delve too deeply into what exactly it might be waiting on. The dark hanyou’s mood had not improved with the successful conclusion of his shard hunt; even the wet pleasure of killing the youkai who held the two shards he now possessed had not held the thrill it once had! Grinding his fangs together in frustration and annoyance, Naraku knew he was itching for a fight and he knew who would effortlessly rise to the challenge. If anyone could raise the fire in his blood, the little priestess-bitch headed the top of the list and the dark hanyou found himself looking forward to such heady immolation.

That thought almost brought a smile to his pale, hard face and with a slight adjustment to his waking cock Naraku began to walk faster, a nascent leer spread across his lips. The little bitch would have Hell to pay; his hell.

~*~


After another long moment’s scan of the deepening darkness, Kagome rose to tend the playful fire. Poking the embers with a long hard piece of desiccated wood, the miko lost herself in the Zen art of fire-tending. The shimmering dance of the deep red coals at the base of the flames as they swelled, flexed and burned was hypnotic, her trance-like state broken only by the occasional stab of the charred end of the thin ash sapling spraying golden sparks into the hot, rising air. The swirling red heat within the heart of the fire reminded her of the swirling mix of malice and lust with Naraku’s eyes. Kagome languidly wondered how beautiful the fire would look reflected in the shining hell of her master’s flaming gaze…

Leaning herself against the flat side of one of the fire-warmed boulders that ringed their impromptu camp, Kagome rested her forearms upon her bent knees and let her mind wander in her flame-trance.

The silk-clad priestess could see her captor in her mind’s eye as he emerged within her fantasy from the wild darkness of the still night. She let her eyes drift lazily over his wild, twisting hair; she loved it when he left it down to run itself over his hard, white shoulders, his back, and his long arms. The tiniest spark of jealousy flared over the affectionate caresses the shiny black coils drew along her master’s lithe body and Kagome nearly laughed aloud at her silliness; she was becoming jealous of Naraku’s hair? She needed to get out of that cave more often!

Letting one leg fall straight into the warm sand of the fire-circle, Kagome unconsciously began to run her fingers around the swell of her right breast, stroking her tingling flesh every so often with her long nails as she continued to dream.

Her master’s hard face bore her no love; he suffered her no mercy and his red, flashing eyes promised her a hard fuck and eternal damnation. Dropping her eyes in red-cheeked anticipation, Kagome noticed the thick leather straps wound around one of his clawed hands and her heart began to thump hard in her ears. What was he going to do to her?

Fingers softly ran down her pale belly and the little priestess indulged herself in a short quick tug to her fire-warm chains, sending quick shocks of pleasure along her nerves. She squirmed as her arousal began to ooze out along the seam of her swelling sex.

Stalking over to her, Kagome dreamed her demon lover knelt before her, grabbed her hard by the hair and conquered her waiting mouth. His fangs grazed her lower lip in his demanding kiss and when he withdrew his tongue from her quivering mouth, Naraku licked her wounded lip clean, his deep voice a purr as he enjoyed the treat of her blood. Flames flickered along his long pale face and as he commanded her to stand, her master drug her harshly to her feet by an undeniable tug on her collar’s rings before she could even comply.

One deft finger ran along the moist seam of her nether lips, parting the pink folds and meeting the slick, hot flesh within with a needy moan. Kagome ran the pad of her questing finger slowly along the hot, hard golden rings that pierced her labia and thrust her hips up to meet her desire head-on with a groan.

She imagined her master’s bare-chested form circling her now-standing, breathless body as he threw a couple of logs upon the low fire, never taking his hellish eyes from her. She gasped at the agility he showed off as the Beast dropped effortlessly to the ground and blew his breath into the heart of the flames, fanning the once-languid flickering into writhing brands of fire as high as her shoulder, momentarily strobing the canyon where they were camped with harsh yellow light. When he stood again, Naraku carelessly brushed the sand from the dark hakama that draped his narrow hips with low-slung abandon and continued to slowly stalk his quavering prey. Her eyes drank in the exposed flesh of his hips like thirsty tongues: Kagome wondered if he could feel her eyes on his body.

Dipping into the slippery cavern of her dripping pussy, Kagome flexed her body around her fingertip with hunger. Slowly, she withdrew and ran the slick digit around her pierced clit, applying pressure and dreaming it was her master’s tongue.

He knelt before her, having forced her legs wide, then even wider so the miko fought for her balance in the soft sand to keep from falling forward and displeasing her devious captor. Claws ran up her lower spine and along her chilled flesh as she sought not to drown in the insane pleasure Naraku’s tongue was taking from her. She struggled with the gnawing emptiness, the instinctive drive towards the desire to be filled and throwing her head back, she cried out for more.

When she felt the questing, roaming fingers of her lover as he explored the soft cleft of her ass, she quailed in nameless fear from the mouth sucking, feasting on her soaking pussy. The iron-fast grip of Naraku’s hands forced her tight into his face and with sudden hard suction onto her pierced, hungry clit, he slipped a finger into her ass and began to stroke her in time with the rhythm of his wicked tongue.

She’d added another finger to play and began snapping her hips up to meet the sweet, shrill pleasure Kagome was giving herself. Wanton, loud moans dripped from her open lips as breath tore from her heaving chest. Face flushed, eyes squeezed shut, the despoiled priestess fucked herself with nearly-orgasmic abandon.

Two of his long fingers fucked her ass as his tongue drove her mad, made her legs spasm and nearly made her tear out two large handfuls of Naraku’s twisting, writing hair in her ecstasy. Opening her glazed eyes and throwing her sweaty hair over her back, Kagome moaned out her completion as she began to throw herself off the razor-thin peak of orgasm.

I’m going to cum, baby!

“I’m going to cum, baby!” dribbled out of her open mouth as Kagome exploded into orgasm where she sat, alone before the low fire. When the spasms stopped and she began to catch her breath, the Shikon Miko slowly sucked her fingers clean, enjoying her own flavor in post-coital bliss.

“You’re going to pay for that, little bitch – no one makes you cum but me. Your sharp tongue gives no commands here, priestess!” came a hard, deep hiss in her ear that startled her so much that she screamed. Naraku was back, with a vengeance.