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A Lust for Rights, Power, and Blood
Disclaimer: I don’t own Inuyasha, just this story. ^.^ Yay for story that people like! Lol
AN: Woot! More reviews! I’m very glad you guys took the time to let me know you liked it. ^_^ If you see anything that needs changing, be sure to let me know. Or if I start letting too many typos slip through or what not. x.x
As for what’ll happen, you just have to read to find out. :P
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Chapter VIII: A Lust for Rights, Power, and Blood
WARNING: This chapter is between Naraku and Leiko, so if you don’t like the idea of Naraku and Leiko being together in a lemony way, then just skip this chapter and wait for the next one to be posted up. ^_^
Naraku pushed the demoness back, seeing her wounds already beginning to heal from his assault. With a vicious smirk, his lips trailed down the nape of her neck, his body circling around her own as his fingers glided sensually over her clothed body. The feather-like caress over her kimono sent gentle shivers down the Leiko’s body, though the disgust of the half breed dominating her shadowed the feel of his masculine attention. Naraku’s amusement only thickened with his lust as Leiko’s revulsion towards him. He didn’t need her love or attraction, merely her body to produce his new bloodline. His claws trailed down her arms, slicing through the elegant patterns of her kimono’s sleeves.
Leiko stood perfectly still, willing herself to reject his advances to the best of her abilities, but could feel her traitorous body responding to the delicate touches. She was surprised to say the least. For the blood lust that was Naraku, she had expected their mating to be violent, an event to be hated and scorned by not only her mind, but her body as well. Instead, she found him being gentle, though the sin of his being rippled off his being in waves, his touch and caresses were that of a true lover. She shivered once more, having not felt such a light and almost loving caress since she were merely a virgin first gracing the great dog general’s bed.
She closed her eyes at the brief memory, then remembered what the bastard had put her through when he frequented that human wench. And on top of that, he impregnated her with an abomination of both worlds! Her anger radiated, though was soon dowsed by Naraku’s soft voice tickling her perfectly pointed ear.
“Enough of past, Leiko. Now is a time for celebration. You will become Lady of the West once more, full power and rights to your title. I am about to be given an heir. A true heir, unlike those traitorous incarnations of mine. We have both been betrayed. Now it is time to take back what should rightfully be ours, what should have been a lifetime ago.”
His words struck a chord in her mind. ”Now it is time to take back what should be rightfully ours…” Rightfully mine…I am Lady of the West. Now, until my dying days. Her eyes fluttered open as she turned towards Naraku, crushing her lips into his own with the passion that had long since died with the destruction of her mate’s loyalty. He was not kind and he was not loving. But by the Kami’s he was there and willing to give her a second chance to the life she was forced out of. This half breed, evil incarnate, was to be her savior. And she’d be damned to give up such an opportunity.
Feeling her need for him grow, Naraku’s body responded as he wrapped his arms about her waist, pulling her body flush against his own. Lips descending on hers in a possessive kiss, his hands slowly moved from her back to her stomach, slipping his claws through the cloth of her obi.
She broke the kiss, looking at him questioningly.
“Should we not have this union in our bedroom rather than the throne room?”
Naraku’s eyes glinted with mischief as he nodded lightly, picking the demoness up bridal style and carried her down the hall. The smell of blood filled both demons with renewed passion, both straining for control of the night, and both knowing it was a losing battle. Upon opening the doors to their chambers, Naraku quickly slammed it shut, only to be pounced upon by a ravishing demoness. The renamed lady had her arms wrapped around his neck, her legs around his waist as he leaned into the wall for support from her sexual attack. She had begun nipping and licking at his neck with new fervor, her claws trailing over his shoulder blades.
Naraku in turn supported her weight as he grabbed her rear and upper back, tilting his head to nuzzle her neck, his fangs lengthening at the idea of marking her. Nudging his body away from the wall he had been leaning on, he carried the demoness towards the bed, feeling the cool air across his skin where she had effectively clawed away part of his haori. Pinning her down on the soft cushion, he grabbed hold of her wrists, holding them above her head and forcing her to submit. Using his free hand, he cut through the layers of her kimono until his mate-to-be’s chest and stomach was fully exposed to him. He marveled at her markings, the maroon stripes on her hips curving down into her hidden cleft. Her breasts he pondered, wondering how a female that had to very well be centuries olde, and had birthed a child at least once, still maintained the perfect shaped breasts. Oh yes, I have chosen very well…
She whimpered slightly, her eyes tinted red as his blood tricked from his back, down his sides and onto her stomach. She needed more, wanted more of what was to come, but was unable to move to get it. With a smirk, still holding her wrists, Naraku dipped his tongue towards her stomach, tasting his blood on her flesh and licking it off with a lustful growl. The sight sent shivers down Leiko’s body, a mewl of pleasure slipping from her throat.
Wanting both hands at his disposal, Naraku brought a tentacle from his arsenal of bodily weapons out to bind Leiko’s wrists above her head. Smirking at her reaction to his blood play, he decided to continue, biting into his wrist and dripping his toxic blood along her pert breasts. Seeing the random designs the crimson fluids formed on her porcelain skin, he leaned down, taking a blood soaked nipple into his mouth, sucking the copper flavoured essence back into his body, all the while eliciting a needy moan from the woman beneath him. He felt her body writhe against his and all too soon became aware of how burdensome his clothes really were. Lifting himself up, he disposed of his nearly destroyed haori and hakamas, blessing the demoness before him with a full view of his perfectly sculpted body.
Leiko looked up through her lust filled eyes, seeing the predator before her. Her gaze traveled from his strong jaw, to his smooth chest, chiseled abs, and finally down to his engorged masculinity. She noticed over his body were faint markings of a spider demon. Black in color, it seemed to etch along his waist and arms as if to draw attention to each muscle that twitched in anticipation of what was to come. She moved to wrap her legs around the male once more, but was stopped by another pair of tentacles that held her thighs in place. Helpless to move, only forced to watch, she bit into her lip, refusing to beg for his attention or the right to ravish his delicious body.
Naraku flashed a devious grin, taking a single claw of his and dragging it down his chest, splitting the skin and allowing a flow of blood to dribble down onto her prone form. Leiko licked her lips in anticipation as he leaned forward, allowing her to lick the trail as he rid her of the rest of her clothing. Feeling the heat between her thighs as he pressed himself against her opening, he pushed himself into her body, hearing her moan against his chest. He hissed at the sensation of her tasting his life force while her body swallowed her straining member.
Leiko arched her hips against his own as much as his self-made bonds would allow. She felt the tentacles around her ankles release her finally as she wrapped thighs around his waist, silently begging for him to thrust into her with abandon. He held firm his position, wanting to hear her broken words of need, and until he heard her prayerful claims of lust and want, he refused to give her what she needed.
Again, Leiko arched herself against his body, deciding to take the actions into her own hands. Grinding her hips against his, she couldn’t help the whimper that escaped her lips as he pulled out, grinning down evilly. Shuddering beneath him as his warm breath caressed her ear, she all but scowled at his command.
“If you want release…then beg for me. Let me know just how much you want me…”
With a sneer, Naraku pulled up, crawling atop the length of her body, presenting himself for her luscious lips.
“Don’t bite too hard now…”
Leiko, her lips already parted, took the hanyou’s length into her mouth, delving her tongue about the shaft, tasting his essence. She gave a muffled cry when one of his tentacles slipped between her moist folds, prying into her depths as her reward for her oral skills. She writhed beneath the domineering male, each moan sending a shiver through Naraku’s body. As he released one of her hands, he felt her slender, clawed fingers slipping around his tender sac, gently cradling it, molding it with her desire. He felt himself begin to pulse in her orifice, gritting his fangs together as he worked her lower half with his outstretched tentacle. When he felt her body clench in preemptive pulses, he withdrew from both her cavities, laughing to himself at her cry of denial.
“Beg.”
Looking up at him, her want over powering her anger, Leiko allowed the words to finally slip.
“Please…”
“Please what?”
“Please, take me. Naraku, please.”
With a triumphant smile, he lifted her thighs over his shoulders and slip himself in, thrusting into the demoness as a thin layer of sweat mingled in with his blood. Releasing her other hand from his grip, he growled in bliss as she clawed into his body, his own claws piercing into the tender flesh of her breasts and stomach. His mouth went to lap up the red substance, his release coming to him quickly. He felt her body go rigid beneath him as she exploded into pure carnal ecstasy, driving his own control to the depths of his mind as he grunted his own release. Panting heavily, he arched his hips into hers, holding her still until he was completely milked of his seed. Lazily, he got off of her, much to her dismay, allowing one of her legs to drop from his shoulder. The other, he held up, bringing his face to the trembling limb and biting into it, causing the demoness to yelp out. She looked down at him curiously, panting and beautiful in all her power and submission. He crawled back up to his new mate, cradling the female gently in his arms.
“I meant it when I said I’d take you as my mate.”
“But…Most would bite the neck.”
Naraku gave a soft chuckle, nuzzling the crook of the female’s neck.
“Hai, they do. It is a more modern form of marking though. If you had studied your demon history, you would know that bonding is supposed to be between the two. You bear my scent for all to know that you are mine. Where I mark you and how I do so is for me and you to know alone.”
Leiko blinked, completely baffled by the sudden change in mood of her new mate. Yes, she knew of the history, but even the great dog general had neglected to mark her in such a, for lack of better term, romantic fashion. Now a cold-blooded killer had done so. Resigning to think on her questions another day, she nuzzled into her mate’s warmth, allowing him to spoon her into slumber.
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AN: Alright, all done with that scene, lol. ^^ I’m hoping to have the next chapter up soon enough, one that’ll focus more on Sesshomaru and Kagome and what their progress is like.
AN: Woot! More reviews! I’m very glad you guys took the time to let me know you liked it. ^_^ If you see anything that needs changing, be sure to let me know. Or if I start letting too many typos slip through or what not. x.x
As for what’ll happen, you just have to read to find out. :P
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Chapter VIII: A Lust for Rights, Power, and Blood
WARNING: This chapter is between Naraku and Leiko, so if you don’t like the idea of Naraku and Leiko being together in a lemony way, then just skip this chapter and wait for the next one to be posted up. ^_^
Naraku pushed the demoness back, seeing her wounds already beginning to heal from his assault. With a vicious smirk, his lips trailed down the nape of her neck, his body circling around her own as his fingers glided sensually over her clothed body. The feather-like caress over her kimono sent gentle shivers down the Leiko’s body, though the disgust of the half breed dominating her shadowed the feel of his masculine attention. Naraku’s amusement only thickened with his lust as Leiko’s revulsion towards him. He didn’t need her love or attraction, merely her body to produce his new bloodline. His claws trailed down her arms, slicing through the elegant patterns of her kimono’s sleeves.
Leiko stood perfectly still, willing herself to reject his advances to the best of her abilities, but could feel her traitorous body responding to the delicate touches. She was surprised to say the least. For the blood lust that was Naraku, she had expected their mating to be violent, an event to be hated and scorned by not only her mind, but her body as well. Instead, she found him being gentle, though the sin of his being rippled off his being in waves, his touch and caresses were that of a true lover. She shivered once more, having not felt such a light and almost loving caress since she were merely a virgin first gracing the great dog general’s bed.
She closed her eyes at the brief memory, then remembered what the bastard had put her through when he frequented that human wench. And on top of that, he impregnated her with an abomination of both worlds! Her anger radiated, though was soon dowsed by Naraku’s soft voice tickling her perfectly pointed ear.
“Enough of past, Leiko. Now is a time for celebration. You will become Lady of the West once more, full power and rights to your title. I am about to be given an heir. A true heir, unlike those traitorous incarnations of mine. We have both been betrayed. Now it is time to take back what should rightfully be ours, what should have been a lifetime ago.”
His words struck a chord in her mind. ”Now it is time to take back what should be rightfully ours…” Rightfully mine…I am Lady of the West. Now, until my dying days. Her eyes fluttered open as she turned towards Naraku, crushing her lips into his own with the passion that had long since died with the destruction of her mate’s loyalty. He was not kind and he was not loving. But by the Kami’s he was there and willing to give her a second chance to the life she was forced out of. This half breed, evil incarnate, was to be her savior. And she’d be damned to give up such an opportunity.
Feeling her need for him grow, Naraku’s body responded as he wrapped his arms about her waist, pulling her body flush against his own. Lips descending on hers in a possessive kiss, his hands slowly moved from her back to her stomach, slipping his claws through the cloth of her obi.
She broke the kiss, looking at him questioningly.
“Should we not have this union in our bedroom rather than the throne room?”
Naraku’s eyes glinted with mischief as he nodded lightly, picking the demoness up bridal style and carried her down the hall. The smell of blood filled both demons with renewed passion, both straining for control of the night, and both knowing it was a losing battle. Upon opening the doors to their chambers, Naraku quickly slammed it shut, only to be pounced upon by a ravishing demoness. The renamed lady had her arms wrapped around his neck, her legs around his waist as he leaned into the wall for support from her sexual attack. She had begun nipping and licking at his neck with new fervor, her claws trailing over his shoulder blades.
Naraku in turn supported her weight as he grabbed her rear and upper back, tilting his head to nuzzle her neck, his fangs lengthening at the idea of marking her. Nudging his body away from the wall he had been leaning on, he carried the demoness towards the bed, feeling the cool air across his skin where she had effectively clawed away part of his haori. Pinning her down on the soft cushion, he grabbed hold of her wrists, holding them above her head and forcing her to submit. Using his free hand, he cut through the layers of her kimono until his mate-to-be’s chest and stomach was fully exposed to him. He marveled at her markings, the maroon stripes on her hips curving down into her hidden cleft. Her breasts he pondered, wondering how a female that had to very well be centuries olde, and had birthed a child at least once, still maintained the perfect shaped breasts. Oh yes, I have chosen very well…
She whimpered slightly, her eyes tinted red as his blood tricked from his back, down his sides and onto her stomach. She needed more, wanted more of what was to come, but was unable to move to get it. With a smirk, still holding her wrists, Naraku dipped his tongue towards her stomach, tasting his blood on her flesh and licking it off with a lustful growl. The sight sent shivers down Leiko’s body, a mewl of pleasure slipping from her throat.
Wanting both hands at his disposal, Naraku brought a tentacle from his arsenal of bodily weapons out to bind Leiko’s wrists above her head. Smirking at her reaction to his blood play, he decided to continue, biting into his wrist and dripping his toxic blood along her pert breasts. Seeing the random designs the crimson fluids formed on her porcelain skin, he leaned down, taking a blood soaked nipple into his mouth, sucking the copper flavoured essence back into his body, all the while eliciting a needy moan from the woman beneath him. He felt her body writhe against his and all too soon became aware of how burdensome his clothes really were. Lifting himself up, he disposed of his nearly destroyed haori and hakamas, blessing the demoness before him with a full view of his perfectly sculpted body.
Leiko looked up through her lust filled eyes, seeing the predator before her. Her gaze traveled from his strong jaw, to his smooth chest, chiseled abs, and finally down to his engorged masculinity. She noticed over his body were faint markings of a spider demon. Black in color, it seemed to etch along his waist and arms as if to draw attention to each muscle that twitched in anticipation of what was to come. She moved to wrap her legs around the male once more, but was stopped by another pair of tentacles that held her thighs in place. Helpless to move, only forced to watch, she bit into her lip, refusing to beg for his attention or the right to ravish his delicious body.
Naraku flashed a devious grin, taking a single claw of his and dragging it down his chest, splitting the skin and allowing a flow of blood to dribble down onto her prone form. Leiko licked her lips in anticipation as he leaned forward, allowing her to lick the trail as he rid her of the rest of her clothing. Feeling the heat between her thighs as he pressed himself against her opening, he pushed himself into her body, hearing her moan against his chest. He hissed at the sensation of her tasting his life force while her body swallowed her straining member.
Leiko arched her hips against his own as much as his self-made bonds would allow. She felt the tentacles around her ankles release her finally as she wrapped thighs around his waist, silently begging for him to thrust into her with abandon. He held firm his position, wanting to hear her broken words of need, and until he heard her prayerful claims of lust and want, he refused to give her what she needed.
Again, Leiko arched herself against his body, deciding to take the actions into her own hands. Grinding her hips against his, she couldn’t help the whimper that escaped her lips as he pulled out, grinning down evilly. Shuddering beneath him as his warm breath caressed her ear, she all but scowled at his command.
“If you want release…then beg for me. Let me know just how much you want me…”
With a sneer, Naraku pulled up, crawling atop the length of her body, presenting himself for her luscious lips.
“Don’t bite too hard now…”
Leiko, her lips already parted, took the hanyou’s length into her mouth, delving her tongue about the shaft, tasting his essence. She gave a muffled cry when one of his tentacles slipped between her moist folds, prying into her depths as her reward for her oral skills. She writhed beneath the domineering male, each moan sending a shiver through Naraku’s body. As he released one of her hands, he felt her slender, clawed fingers slipping around his tender sac, gently cradling it, molding it with her desire. He felt himself begin to pulse in her orifice, gritting his fangs together as he worked her lower half with his outstretched tentacle. When he felt her body clench in preemptive pulses, he withdrew from both her cavities, laughing to himself at her cry of denial.
“Beg.”
Looking up at him, her want over powering her anger, Leiko allowed the words to finally slip.
“Please…”
“Please what?”
“Please, take me. Naraku, please.”
With a triumphant smile, he lifted her thighs over his shoulders and slip himself in, thrusting into the demoness as a thin layer of sweat mingled in with his blood. Releasing her other hand from his grip, he growled in bliss as she clawed into his body, his own claws piercing into the tender flesh of her breasts and stomach. His mouth went to lap up the red substance, his release coming to him quickly. He felt her body go rigid beneath him as she exploded into pure carnal ecstasy, driving his own control to the depths of his mind as he grunted his own release. Panting heavily, he arched his hips into hers, holding her still until he was completely milked of his seed. Lazily, he got off of her, much to her dismay, allowing one of her legs to drop from his shoulder. The other, he held up, bringing his face to the trembling limb and biting into it, causing the demoness to yelp out. She looked down at him curiously, panting and beautiful in all her power and submission. He crawled back up to his new mate, cradling the female gently in his arms.
“I meant it when I said I’d take you as my mate.”
“But…Most would bite the neck.”
Naraku gave a soft chuckle, nuzzling the crook of the female’s neck.
“Hai, they do. It is a more modern form of marking though. If you had studied your demon history, you would know that bonding is supposed to be between the two. You bear my scent for all to know that you are mine. Where I mark you and how I do so is for me and you to know alone.”
Leiko blinked, completely baffled by the sudden change in mood of her new mate. Yes, she knew of the history, but even the great dog general had neglected to mark her in such a, for lack of better term, romantic fashion. Now a cold-blooded killer had done so. Resigning to think on her questions another day, she nuzzled into her mate’s warmth, allowing him to spoon her into slumber.
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AN: Alright, all done with that scene, lol. ^^ I’m hoping to have the next chapter up soon enough, one that’ll focus more on Sesshomaru and Kagome and what their progress is like.