I'm Not Well, But I'm Better

The smell of coffee roused her from the soporific wet dream she was having in the still tub. The sound of muffled Flamenco guitar finished the job of rousting her out of her protean depths and towel-bound, amazed by what her ears were hearing, Rin poked her head outside the bedroom door.

Naraku had his wide back to her and he was playing a guitar. Neither dark nor bright, the music seemed to drip carelessly from his fingers to twine in spare, otherworldly complexity in her ear. After having tried haphazardly to play the damned instrument, Rin had given it up in utter frustration a decade before – but her understanding went further than her fingers could fashion. It was spectrally beautiful, bony music – seemingly fragile and torturously difficult. More than anything, it sounded ephemeral and fragile.

Many different monsters, indeed.

She would never have guessed at such hidden talent in a hundred years. Peaking quietly over Naraku’s shoulder, Rin watched, hypnotized by the careful ease Naraku’s fingers slithered over the neck of the ancient Martin acoustic. She spied a couple of long black waving hairs stuck around a tuning peg and was captivated as her vision pinpointed down to the soft vibrations as they waved in the strange aural current around her. Hours, lifetimes, aeons slowly unwound in her ear… topographical oceans lapped…

So long as he kept playing, Naraku could have killed her on the spot and Rin would have never noticed. Coffee was long forgotten until the slow filigree of notes trickled down into silence. Naraku looked at her through far-away eyes for a long moment and her wide smoky eyes stared back in wonder.

“You’re getting water on the floor.”

“Uh… floor?”

“Yes, half-wit – that hard splintery thing under your wet ass.”

“Don’t stop.”

Naraku leaned over the instrument and grinned evilly at his prey. “Say that again and make me believe it.”, he growled hungrily, teasing her.

“Huh? Oh fuck you, asshole. I need coffee. Take some lessons – it wasn’t that good.” Rin lied through her teeth testily and unpeeled herself from his presence.

“Oooh, baby… don’t stop…”, Naraku dramatically moaned out, his nightmare-colored head thrown back, mad eyes squeezed shut in feigned ecstasy, as he bent strings in slick accompaniment. Rin found herself frozen in place again, a breath away from ripping her towel off and fucking the vicious tease before her within an inch of his wicked life.

“I hate you so much right now.” Rin narrowed her eyes and snarled.

“Good. Enjoy the coffee and then amuse yourself for an hour. I have work to do, Taisho.”

“Yes, Doctor Onigumo.” she snapped back far too sweetly and flicked him off on her way to the dangerous kitchen.’

When she found her way into a cup of coffee, Rin then found Naraku before her, guitar gone, bearing a gift. The fact that the large box before Onigumo had her name on it in his oft-deciphered script filled Rin with no little trepidation.

“Never trust doctors bearing gifts.” she murmured nervously to herself and after glancing at the looming physician for approval, Rin lifted the lid.

Within the large box were clothes. Knowing Naraku well enough by now, she wondered how much of her would indeed be covered. Dark green silk slithered around as she touched it, revealing other items, other colors: midnight blue linen, crimson satin, even smoke-grey velvet. She wanted to simply run her hands over and over the tactile wonderland within the mysterious package, but Naraku withdrew the top item, a dark forest green robe of China silk, probably worth more than any three pieces of furniture in her unheeded apartment – when was the last time she was there? – And draped it over her naked shoulders, where it floated upon her like a second skin.

“Stand up, Taisho.” Naraku whispered into her ear with unnatural gentleness.

Moved by the strange tenderness within Naraku’s deep voice, Rin did as she was told. Slowly, she let him peel the damp towel from her cool skin. When Naraku ducked his head to mouth the reddened skin left in the rough towel’s wake, she leaned back and let him. She was pliant and soft as he kissed her breasts, one then the other as he pulled her thin arms through the cool dark sleeves. When she felt teeth graze her there as well, she fisted her hands in his dark, wild hair and held him in place, offering him suck at her sore nipples as she swayed on weakening knees. When he pried her clawing hands from his hair, it was with eyes filled with devious pleasure at her unsatisfied, painful hunger. Closing the front of the garment, Naraku tied her shut for later torments with a knowing, wicked smile.

“I want you to fuck me, Naraku. Now.” Rin breathed in panting frustration, uncaring where her submission put her as long as it was on the end of Naraku’s punishing cock.

“I know you do.” He leered down at her with a haughty grin, moving his hands from her waist to her ass and squeezing hard. Naraku gasped with her when he felt Rin grab his cock through his clothes as he squeezed her ass. Her eyes were blazing up at him with pain and sex, it was all he could do to not throw her down and break her in half! But plans were plans…

“I believe I said amuse yourself, little girl.” Naraku whispered hotly and extricated himself quickly from her fingers before she could undo him completely.

“I have been for two days, but I guess I’m building up a tolerance; I need another fix to slake my thirst, baby…” she grinned wickedly and cupped her silk-clad breasts for emphasis.

“Little bitch, get out of my sight before I start cutting things off and you may be sure, they will be things you… will… miss!”, Naraku hissed at her with sudden fury, pulling the knife out of his pocket that he’d forgotten to shelve earlier.

He loved the look of defiance and unbridled lust that surfaced quickly in her eyes at the sight of his fury, and while Naraku hated to see her go, he loved to watch Rin leave as she made her giggling, swaying way back to his bedroom, cup of coffee neatly in hand.

Score one for me, Rin mused with a wicked smile and tried to slow the hammering of her hungry heart.

~*~

She emerged occasionally, her finger marking her place in the book she’d found in her bag. Each time she heard Naraku muttering and the dry slither of papers being shuffled across a desk in a back room somewhere. Rin could just see the physician’s long form perched over a large desk as he dictated and wrote. At one point she watched in fluttering anticipation as he wielded a long letter opener against a pile of correspondence; she could easily imagine him cutting her from the enforced silken covering she now wore around his cavernous house. The imagined feeling of his hands roughly peeling her open into naked submission nearly doubled her over with a jolt of pleasure down her spine. Gods, she needed to get LAID!

Somewhere in her mind, a small voice just couldn’t believe she was lusting after Dr. Naraku Onigumo. The larger, hungrier mental part roared obscenities and the small doubt was quickly tucking tail and running for the metaphorical hills.

After a quietly resolved trip through the kitchen full of Sharp-Pointy Things, Rin found there was a balcony of sorts she could enjoy the unseasonably warm sun in relative solitude. A brass basin full of blackened lava rock serving as a fire pit and a large hammock seemed to be all there was to the space, except a strange cactus-looking vine crawling in predatory shade over the ancient wrought iron of the railing, half-shielding the hammock from the sun. Various torches leaned haphazardly from heavy iron stands. It did not appear to be well used at all. The plant itself looked neglected and something in Rin’s mind stated it probably preferred it that way.

Hopping into the hammock and scootching carefully around until she was comfortable under the dappled succulent shade, Rin once more lost herself in her book. Lazy and languid in the sun, she quickly fell asleep.

~*~


Rin was having the best dream ever. Hands were all over her, twisting her and lips were sucking, caressing her nipples, the valley between her breasts, the fuzzy hallow of her stomach and her ticklish hips. She fidgeted in her formless dream-state and those long hands held her down as the lips continued to peruse her, slowly learning the lines and keys of her body. She felt herself sway weightless in the air as her thighs were pushed slowly open and then gasping for sudden breath; she felt lips traveling along one of those thighs, leaving fire curling, snapping towards her center in their wake.

When she felt the dream lips ghost over her pussy, Rin felt a cry flee from her open mouth with thankful release. But if she thought the lips and hands were nice, she was unprepared for the pleasure the tongue could give her. She heard strange cries of bliss drifting around her head like smoke and only after a moment’s writhing pleasure, recognized them as her own. Warm, white cotton shrouded her vision and she felt a cool mass of hair at the apex of her spread thighs and twined her fingers hard in it, forcing the hot mouth upon her to suck harder, lick deeper. Every time she felt that most talented sear of absolute pleasure as the mouth upon her rhythmically tongued her clit, Rin felt herself bent backwards in the warm air of oblivion, stretching herself hard towards some epic release. When an eternity of kaleidoscopic pleasure pressed her finally over a quavering, crying edge, she felt fingers invading her squeezing body to slake the instinctive thirst to be filled and her countdown complete, she exploded on her dream lover’s tongue like a star.

Rin awoke, sweaty and shaking, to find Naraku on his knees between her legs, feasting on the dying dregs of her massive nocturnal emission. He’d turned her sideways in the hammock and the angle, combined with his height made her undoing an easy thing. Rin cussed the Kami above her that she’d slept through the best part. But what a great dream…!

“Oh my god, don’t stop…” Rin groaned when he lapped at a particularly wonderful spot within her.

“Oh, you can beg better than that, little Rin.” Naraku leered from his place between her legs with a wet, sloppy smile.

Rin sent a slap to his obnoxious head, which Naraku caught neatly before it landed and pulled the limp woman upright out of her happy place.

The dying sun reflected magenta fire in Naraku’s maroon eyes as he peeled her boneless from the hammock to stand on rubbery legs.

“Get dressed. We’re going out.” he commanded with a leer.