The Principle of Evil Made Flesh

She used to love hot springs.

But as she was pushed along by the hank of thick hair her captor had wound around his clawed fist Kagome shuddered at what might befall her as she was stopped before the milky blue water. The acrid steam made her eyes water and the scent of rotten eggs was a disgusting miasma that stuck to her nose. The captive priestess shook her head slightly in an instinctive attempt to clear the scent and whined when her hair was stretched painfully with her motion. Naraku held her so tightly that she felt his knuckles against her scalp and he had already sharply rapped the back of her head with them, using her neck’s recoil to snap her wandering mind back to the all-to-real present.

She stood before the steaming water and waited. Naraku made no demand that she move forward and immerse herself and the creeping languid sensation that had been padding around her nervous mind on silent paws was beginning to make her so much more docile. Waiting for a command was easier than thinking right now.

“Kneel, priestess.” Naraku growled behind her.

Kagome did her careful best to not rip any more hair out of her head than was strictly necessary to achieve her master’s wish. The thick fuzzy moss under her knees felt wonderful and Kagome found that soft prickle made her want to grin like an idiot, so she did. The mental barriers around her inhibitions were beginning to become soft and malleable, just like her will, just like her flesh. She felt…nice. The ripples of fear that were radiating out of her stomach were beginning to break calmly against the rising narcotic haze. As she adjusted her body into position, the golden rings set into her flesh sang to her mind in a devious helical mix of pleasure and pain and Kagome let her eyes fall shut with a wanton moan.

Naraku pulled the little miko’s head back into him, knowing the increased tension along her chained body would make her cum with a scream and he was not disappointed by the fiery screech that ripped from the little slut’s throat as she bent her back in wicked orgasm. Her panting sang in his ears and made his starving cock so very hard! However, a problem had risen in his mind when it came to plundering the ripe little priestess and the Spider needed time to mull the thing over in his calculating mind.

Shoving her away from him hard, Kagome’s narcotized reflexes left her pitched forward into the damp moss for one long and plastic moment before she pushed herself up on wobbling arms. The collar’s rings jangled with a hallucinogenic echo in her ears. Her heavy breasts swung slowly with each panting breath, the thin weight of her dangling chains were enough to set off tiny explosions of sensation along her buzzing nerves. Kagome knew the sight she must be, down on all fours, silk-enshrouded from her master’s burning crimson eyes – she just didn’t care about anything anymore. She was going to be used and abused, but something had been freed from the iron-tight confines of her moral little soul and she mentally figured: “What the fuck?” Her numb mind knew it wanted pleasure and it knew desire for the sadist who could give her that pleasure. He wanted her body and soul? That was fine with the Kagome who now beginning to ride the dragon opium to her own hedonistic nirvana.

“Very well, Naraku – I will give you what you want.” Kagome whispered out into spring’s thick steam.

Looking out of the corner of her dark eyes, she saw the Spider vault effortlessly onto the largest boulder surrounding the brimstone-scented water. His alabaster face appeared distracted with thought as he made himself comfortable upon his perch.

“You have no idea what I want, bitch.” He spat back to her in a bored voice, but his eyes blazed at her, full of lust and fire.

“Now strip and bathe – you’re starting to reek.”

She snorted softly and knelt up to comply, only a tiny bit dizzy as she shook the ebony silk off her shoulders. The languid priestess folded the garment lazily upon the moss and lifted her thick hair to wind it in a lose knot at the nape of her neck. Hearing a sharp intake of breath from her captor, her topaz eyes met hungry crimson. Naraku was crouched and he appeared wound tight, ready to strike her down at the smallest provocation. The look in his eyes made her pussy flood with a sharp clench and she laughed stupidly and rubbed her thighs together with a thick groan.

The uncontrollable and unbelievably brazen miko was teasing him! Her arms behind her head made her gorgeous breasts jut out into the cool night air and did she understand exactly how fucking painful his arousal was becoming watching her slim hips gyrate as she pleasured herself with the soft pressure of her velvet thighs? Her mind must be lost to the opium flowing through her veins, but surely she did not think she could force him to take her – was she truly that stupid?

“Priestess, get into that water and bathe yourself before my patience with your stupidity reaches its limit.” his lowered voice growled slowly.

Every sensation that hit her was a new treat to Kagome, she’d never felt so free from care or worry before! So what if Naraku was getting angry at her, he could just kill her. He was just going to kill her anyway, what was new in that? Losing everything made her free to do anything. Kagome’s photo-flash of epiphany made her pink lips turn up in a small smile. What would happen if she tempted this monster at his own game?

Kagome tested her sloppy bun and satisfied the green stick she’d impaled her wayward hair upon would hold fast, she sauntered slowly towards the water’s rocky edge. Bending gracefully, her long white back to her captor… no, he was going to be her lover tonight, either that or he was going to be her murderer. She sat down on her heels to test the milky water with a small hand. She could see the Spider’s aquiline profile paying seemingly little attention to her antics. Naraku appeared to be thinking hard on a matter and not liking his own conclusions. The pleasantly hot water drew her body into its thick embrace and Kagome walked, and then swam to the deepest part of the spring. Reaching down, she could just barely scoop up a handful of fine black sand and began to lave her pale skin with it.

“Naraku… do you have any soap?”

He ignored her.

Kagome didn’t want him to ignore her, not now. She wanted him to fuck her, hard and fast in innumerable depraved ways – what did it matter? The only thing in her life now was abject pleasure. She bit her lip, thinking what she might do to entice him next.

Trying to appear nonchalant, the slinky, wet miko turned herself to face the dark hanyou’s brooding form and rising up out of the water; her breasts just buoyant on the mineral-rich water, began to slowly rub them with the cat’s-tongue sand. She drew her hands in slow circles, at times holding herself captive or offering him suck at her hard dark nipples. Closing her eyes, Kagome let her vivid imagination run rampant and let herself feel her wickedly beautiful master suck hard on first one stony peak and then the other as she pinched and pulled at her blushing flesh. She let her head loll onto a shoulder with a tight-lipped moan. Wondering what effects her little show was having on the silent hanyou, the sly priestess cracked an eye and found Naraku was still staring angrily into space. He hadn’t moved a muscle.

Blowing a few escaped strands out of her steamy face, Kagome finished her absolutions, all except for one, one she saved for last. Leaning back in limber grace, she floated on her back, lazily kicking her feet and drifted on stormy seas for a thousand years. Above her, a flock of purple starlings wheeled and swooped only to wink out into a thousand flaming stars. Her hot blood thrummed in her ears and she mimicked its echo – wahh…swoosh…wahh…swoosh…

Reality and fantasy were interchangeable to her altered state. As Kagome neared the edge of the pool, she found she could lie comfortably on her back, resting on the bottom’s soft sand. The sharp smell of sulfer bit at her nose and she sneezed, which made her stifle a rebellious giggle, with modest success. This position was a familiar comfort, she felt like she was lying in her bathtub at home and Kagome had once had a ritual, one in which she hadn’t indulged for in what felt like forever.

Leaning her head back into the water, the drowsing miko bent her knees out of the spring and played with the thin film of water that ran over her belly and around the pert islands of her breasts. The waves her hands made swirled her fine chains and began the slow burn of desire in her core. She wondered if she could reach…pushing that soft orb of flesh towards her grinning mouth, Kagome licked her right nipple and sighed. She tried the other one, this time licking along the smooth gold ring piercing the puckered flesh. The spasms of delight radiated out along her spine to her submerged pussy and she hissed, hard, through trembling lips. Palming her stomach, following the metallic lines of her body’s tight control she imagined her evil captor’s strong hands instead of her own, and that thought made her so very slick.

Reaching her wet curls, the nearly delirious Kagome spread her long legs even wider and pushed through the seam of her swollen sex to fondle the heat saturated rings within. Wave after wave rushed through her pulsing body as she spread her pussy’s pierced lips with two eager fingers and slipped a third inside to play. Kagome bucked into her own hand as she fucked herself fast with one hand and squeezed her hyper-sensitive nipple with its twin. Keening moans were coming fast from somewhere nearby and it took her dazed mind a moment or two to realize the wordless pleading and abject begging for completion were her own.

“Oh gods, just fuck my pussy so hard, baby…” she moaned into the night.

Needing to cum so badly it was nearly painful, Kagome slid the hand playing with her hard nipples to her swollen and subjugated clit and swirled the pad of one finger hard around the epicenter of her screaming pleasure.

The water quaked around her thrashing form as she came hard, her slim hands buried deep in her own pussy and her shrieking climax sounded like the world coming to a violent booming end in her water-filled ears. As she rode the stinging aftershocks, Kagome blinked open her pretty eyes. She felt dazed and confused and blinking the spots from her vision, Kagome noticed she finally had her master’s undivided attention. Naraku stood upon the massive tarn, wide and bloody eyes blazing and fists clenched, his long black mane twisting in pure unadulterated fury. Kagome’s first slow thought was that he was incredibly dangerous and that made him absolutely delicious. She flicked her quivering nub once more and sighed.

Dropping her chin to her wet chest, Kagome stared hard into her nemesis’ eyes and slowly licked her wet lips.

Naraku’s multitudes were inflamed with blood-red lust for the wicked little bitch and he’d be damned if he did end up killing her by fucking her to death; there was only one way to find out just how far his shouki ran within him. Whipping his hakama from his taunt form, Naraku propelled himself from his rocky throne with a splash. Emerging from the milky water, he shook the water from his serpentine hair and stalked slowly towards his wantonly splayed prey. Leering hard at the languid priestess from under his elegant brows, Naraku shot a clawed hand around one of the miko’s thin ankles.

“Are you done, you delicious little whore?”

The depths of Kagome’s big glassy eyes were an endless chasm he wanted to conquer utterly.

“ANSWER ME!” he roared.

“Yes…” came her breathy whisper.

“Good – now it’s my turn to make you scream”, Naraku whispered back and pulled her hard back into the deep water.