The Principle of Evil Made Flesh

She found herself toppled into the sand before she even saw Naraku’s hand strike out like a serpent. Like the serpent’s fangs sunk deep into her flesh, Kagome hissed hard at the sting radiating warmly from her embarrassed, abraded cheek. Why had he back-handed her? He must have peeked into her mind and seen what she was fantasizing about, hadn’t he?

Naraku’s red eyes blazed like wicked, hateful suns and as he slowly drew his arm back again, the hungry twist to his pale lips deepened. The slow, hypnotic drone of his deep voice swirled within Kagome’s ears and left her powerless to move, to save herself, to even beg for ridiculous mercy as The Spider drew himself out of his crouch and began to circle the fire with slow, deliberate grace.

“I have given you absolute freedom, priestess. From your prison of duty…” slithered the deep, rasping voice of her captor as it trickled like acid into her blood-beating ears.

Kagome slid her hands across the hot sand and shook her head, trying to dispel the dizziness that was lodged between her ringing ears. A hanyou’s strength was a force to be reckoned with; Naraku could have just as easily broken her neck in his sudden fury. He had needed far less provocation in which to kill! The strange closed look on her master’s face was more frightening than his sudden displeasure. He was leading up to something…the naked girl feared the unknown evil swirling fast within her captor’s heart, but the tears that dripped into the thirsty sand in front of her kneeling form were a surprise, even to her.

But Naraku was still talking; to her, to himself – it was hard to say. Kagome struggled with her quiet sobs so that she could catch his low words.

“I have given you freedom from others’ expectations.” Naraku drawled in deep contemplation as he slowly snapped a tentacle at the smoldering fire, sending sudden sparks flying into the still night. Talking at the miko rather than to her, The Beast picked up a large log and dumped it carelessly onto the hungry fire and continued his slow, thoughtful arc.

Kagome followed Naraku’s dark silk-clad form with only her eyes; she was afraid on an instinctive level to move any more than that. The trembling, sweating priestess felt like a bird being swayed by a cobra. The enduringly Kagome part of her mind wondered absently if Naraku even knew what a cobra was. His voice made her mind wander along behind his slow, sinuous form as he thought aloud. He hadn’t really helped her, given her any kind of precious enlightenment… had he? She couldn’t really remember or even think straight! Kagome simply wanted to feel that wicked tongue flick across a hard nipple as much as she wanted her master’s attention to pass her over, just this once in the night, just like the Angel of Death he was.

Kagome’s reptile mind knew she’d never be so lucky. It knew she was going to pay until her captor was satisfied, if only he’d get to the point.

I’ve been bad, so bad – so punish me already. Do it!

Making his way towards her once again, Naraku continued to watch the middle distance, ignoring the watchful, kneeling girl before him. The Spider knew what the girl wanted and what she feared. While she listened to his litany of her liberation, Kagome’s mind was plundered for pressure points. Finding them easily was Naraku’s specialty; but putting them into practice was going to push his talents for trickery beyond his comfort zone… but more importantly, it made him abstain from his now-favorite distraction. Fucking the little miko was like lighting a fire in his brain, filling her little body with his thick seed was so… fucking… good, just thinking about it made him want to shred his clothes and make the little bitch scream his name until her pale throat bled! There could only be less than a handful of jewel shards left still in this world and Naraku knew he needed to find them before the jewel surpassed his ability to control it… and her. No one controlled Naraku – no one!

“I have even given you back the stolen piece of your soul, yet still you…” Naraku’s voice floated down into Kagome’s quivering ears with a whisper.

When the dark hanyou dropped down onto his knees in front of her and snapped her forward by her collar to whisper in her waiting ear, Kagome nearly screamed. The strangled gurgle was a ridiculous substitute and she hated herself for the weakness it bespoke within her.

“…persist in testing my patience, little girl!”

“I’m sorry, Naraku! I was only thinking of-“

“Shusssshhh…” the sibilant whisper caressed her ear with unfelt gentleness even as Naraku’s tongue slithered its wet way from her ear down her neck, elongating into a thin garrote that slipped that pale column and squeezed enough to make the miko’s limpid eyes bulge in panic.

Releasing his slave from her near asphyxiation, Naraku twisted his fingers hard into the rings of her collar, pulled her fast against his hard shoulder and began to pronounce her sentence into the hot, nervous flesh at the base of her skull, watching the hairs prickle with each fiery breath.

“I have given you my body. I have given you my mark, my dominion. I have given you my blood…” the feel of the girl’s hard peaked flesh as it crushed against his chest made him want to groan and rub his hungry flesh into her sweat-slicked belly. The silk of his hakama slid like tongues against the bared head of his hard, wet cock as he did exactly that and a split-second’s regret made Naraku question which one of them was being punished by his next move: him or her?

Kagome squeezed her eyes tightly closed; she wanted, no – she needed him to fuck her hard and fast RIGHT NOW! Slowly, a liquid moan fell from her lips –

- Only to sublimate into an anguished scream at his last words. The echo of their meaning stunned Kagome in the gut-wrenching pain of sensational inertia as the brakes were thrown on her body’s sexual frustration and slammed her hard into a glacial wall. The stunned slave couldn’t even breathe as she struggled to come to terms with her cunning punishment.

Unseeing eyes saw and yet didn’t see at all when Naraku snarled and effortlessly whipped her anchor-post out of the hardpan, striking it deep into the boulder against which she now slumped in numb shock. The hiss of the granite and steel’s friction fell into and out of Kagome’s ears without making a dent in the state of her awareness. She could only watch in wide-eyed, shocked silence as he turned his back on her and stalked off into the night.


“I have given you everything, priestess. Now I will give you my soul; I will give you nothing.”

Kagome’s soul was addicted to her master like a drug and now, now she would have to go without.