The Principle of Evil Made Flesh

A cold hand gripped her heart as a hot mouth travelled languidly down her neck. His words reverberated through her mind and she had to admit, in her most secret places that she was going to enjoy his destruction if this was its method. Blood slammed from her heart to her head and back – could he feel it under his cruel lips as they trailed down her exposed jugular? She wondered if he could smell it through her skin and she wondered if it made him hard – as her own wetness trebled and her body clenched in pleasure at that wayward thought. She clenched her fingers around her thick leather bonds but somehow, that wasn’t the same at all!

Knowing what was on her mind as the not-so-pure priestess’s desire shot through his nose, Naraku lifted his nightmare head from her throat. He wanted to make this little bitch beg him for mercy, he wanted to feed her filthy words and pleas to beg him with and he wanted to watch every shift in her face, her eyes as he worked her body and polluted her mind, all for his own twisted burning pleasure. He leaned away from his prey and unfolded his long body from the ground.

The slick trail he’d left down her throat grew cold when a night breeze hit her supine form and Kagome whined in frustration. She had no control over what happened to her and her tormentor was now gone. She wanted to forget she ever knew the words desire… slick… hard… and a myriad of others her mind was supplying as she continued to feel the lingering pressure of her enemy’s lips upon her throat.

Kagome closed her eyes and tried to retreat into the calming blackness behind her lids but as she concentrated on nothing she began to see flickering visions: pale strong hands holding her gyrating hips as she came begging for completion, red eyes boring into her soul as long fingers bored deep and fast into her wet pussy, her blunt nails gouging into a spider-shaped brand that marred alabaster skin stretched taunt over muscular perfection. She saw her wrists held fast to the ground in clawed hands as she arched her back in screaming orgasm…Kagome’s eyes flew open and the swirling need in her belly had her breathing hard and fast. Her resistance was quickly flagging.

He watched her closed eyes squeeze and writhe as he fed her eager mind a few choice snapshots of his plans for her and Naraku was very nearly shocked when his visions were little match for the ones already whirling inside that horny little brain of hers! He felt for the gifts he had planned for her and the… learning tool… he’d carefully crafted for the subjugation of the priestess’s deadly power. It would be no fun at all to be balls-deep in his succulent prey and then be purified when he by chance let his guard down. Such a delicious image, he smirked to himself. As he watched her, Kagome’s eyes flew open and took him in as he lorded over her. Her deep eyes smoldered and sent their hooks into his loins; the time had come for a taste of the juice of fresh squeezed miko.

She watched Naraku as his eyes began to glow in the darkness and when he knelt over her she wanted to drag his perfect evil lips to hers and then she wanted to spit in his face – she wanted to hate him, to loathe him, to suck him, to fuck him, all at the same time!

He leaned forward once he’d seated himself over her captive hips, careful not to crush her with his weight and ran his hands up her sides, savoring her hitching moan. Leaning in further between her silk-covered breasts he used his fangs to bite through the fabric at their center and hissed in approval at her as Kagome turned her face away in shame when her heavy breasts swung out of their confinement. Palming her hot flesh Naraku sucked at one nipple and lazily circled its twin with a clawed fingertip. She tasted sweet like plum wine, her little heart hammered and her virgin’s body broke out into a sweet pink blush as he continued his soft, gentle torture.

A rich husky whisper snapped her mind from its delicious torment and while Kagome felt jolts of pure pleasure every time Naraku grazed her tight nipple with his deadly fangs, she found his slick, evil voice made her wish her hands were free so she could fuck herself with it as he spoke to her. Her wet pussy instead clenched at empty air between her spread legs and she bit her lip hard to deny him the pleasure of begging for his wicked touch.

“I know what you need, priestess.” He whispered to her between slow licks.

She blew out her nose, hard and shut her eyes tight as pleasure shot down her spine.

“You need my tongue… right here.” he said as he flicked her hard flesh with his rough tongue.

Kagome tried not to moan a “yes” in response – the small, strangled sound she managed was music to his ears.

“If not my tongue, then maybe my hands should wander some, little miko?”

His touch was so gentle as he slid off her and ran a smooth hand from her tight thigh towards her drenched core. Her scent was dizzying and the spider tormented himself with one soft brush of his fingers across her thinly-veiled sex before moving back down her other trembling limb.

She cried out when she felt his fingers brush her begging pussy.

Pulling back from where he sat perched between the miko’s wide-spread legs, Naraku leaning back, suddenly spread his great arms wide and in one blindingly fast move ripped the lower iron stakes out of the ground by her leathers, spun them over his wrists and spiked them back into the hard earth. Immediately, Kagome tested her legs, hoping for release only to find she could now flex her knees and tease herself that the increased leverage meant anything at all to her captivity. Leveling an evil smile at his struggling prey, Naraku knew a little leverage meant everything.

Crawling back over her stretched form, he grazed her taunt nipples with the thick silk of his hoari and teased her thigh with the caged silk of his hard cock. The priestess moaned behind her lips as he growled out his plans for her.

“I know you want my tongue and my hands, little girl. But I’m going to make you beg me, beg me to release you from your hot, wet torment.”

“Noooo…” Kagome moaned, shaking her head in her last shreds of defiance.

“Oh? We are so strong now!” his eyebrows climbed into his hair in mock disbelief. She wanted to lose herself in his crimson, hellfire-lit eyes – but she’d be damned if she was going to give this monster anything at all.

Reaching back down her small body, Naraku shredded the only armor covering her hidden treasures and quickly pushed past the scrap of torn wet cotton to softly stroke her slick slit. Finding the seam of her swollen sex, he pushed a long finger into her oh-so willing body with maddening slowness. Kagome bucked in his hand as she felt tight fire blaze from his touch and it tore a deep moan from her raw lips. Covering her body with his, Naraku’s husky voice made her pussy suck his finger as he fucked her with it, his gentle rhythm and cajoling quickly sapping her will to resist him any further.

“Now - beg me, Kagome!”