Little wolf

Ayame was coming to her senses. Light filtered into her eyes. The wind pushed her skirt up exposing the bottom of her thigh. “I’ve got to stop sleeping this way,” she groaned. Ayame tried sitting up, only to find that her arms were tied together behind her back. “What the hell is happening?” She frantically tried to free herself from the bonds.

“How’s my little ookami doing?” Naraku stepped into Ayame’s view. He stroked her hair and nuzzled his nose into the strands. Ayame tried to bite his hand. “What’s wrong my little ookami?”

“Wrong? Nothing’s wrong. Everything is absolutely perfect. I always wake up tied up in a cave.” She spat at him. He wiped of the spit.

“Perhaps you’re right. A cave isn’t the best choice of places. There’s absolutely no privacy here. ‘Till next time my dear.” Naraku disappeared smirking.


Ayame woke up in a cell with one window beyond her reach. Not that that would have to be very high anyway seeing how she was still tied up. Except now her hands were in chained to a wall, her feet were clasped in chains that allowed some mobility between her feet, and oh yeah she was gagged. Perfect, right? Not that the chains mattered, she was going to get out of here.

“Ever persistent, little one” bemused Naraku. He cut the straps off of her shirt so that her breasts were bare. “That’s better.” He lifted up a tattered end of her skirt and licked his lips. “What splendid legs you have.” His teeth grazed her legs. His tongue licked the inside of her thigh. Ayame became rigid at his touch. “It’s okay my little ookami. It’s okay to be nervous.” Naraku engulfed Ayame in a hug. “Oh you’re so adorable, so huggable. Just like a teddy bear.” Ayame thrashed about. Naraku nuzzled her neck. “I’m never going to let you go.” Ayame cringed at the though. Naraku let go. “I suppose I have to let you go. We won’t get very far if I’m just hugging you.” Naraku started to disrobed.

“Are you innocent Ayame? Have you ever done anything with a man?” Naraku took out Ayame’s gag and captured her mouth with a forceful kiss. His tongue breached her mouth’s boarders. It disgusted her. She did what she could and bit down as hard as she could. Naraku jumped up screeching.

“AMA! You no good AMA!!!”

“You deserved it bastard!!!” she spat at his feet.

“Is that so ama?” He leaned over her so that he was barely touching her. He grasped her head by the hair and nibbled on her ear.

“Get off of me.” Naraku smiled and moved away from her. Ayame felt relieved. She whimpered and squeaked when Naraku’s tongue tried entering her vagina.

“Nothing has broken your hymen before.” He smirked and pushed a long thin finger through the hole. “We wouldn’t want to break the hymen, yet.” His finger explored slightly despite Ayame’s protests. “It’s a tight fit. It’s only a bit wider than my finger. It’s probably going to hurt when something thicker than my finger gets in. Let’s get these remnants of a skirt of you.”

“Stay away you bastard.” Ayame was stretched out naked on the floor. Naraku bent down to kiss her breasts. “Kutebare.”

“That’s what I intend to do with you little one.” Ayame’s eyes automatically strayed downward to a long thick member. She never had had sex before but she had heard the tails, told by the women in her clan, about their first time. Apparently it was a wonderful moment, despite some pain. But none of them had their first time by force, they were with the one they loved and had been married. The thought of pain caused her to contract all her muscles. Naraku smiled maliciously, “Are you searching for something to bring into you? Choto mate.”

“Go fuck yourself. You know why the hell I did what I did.” Naraku just smiled and pushed his head up against her hymen. Ayame cried out. It hurt like hell already and he hadn’t even pushed in past the barrier. Not really surprising considering Naraku’s finger had hurt enough.

“S-Stop! Get away from me.” He leaned over her and thrust into her. Ayame screamed as loud as she could. Her hymen was broken and blood fell to the floor. Ayame brawled, tears streamed down her face.

“What’s wrong my little ookami?” Naraku sadistically laughed. He grasped her hips and rammed into her repeatedly with a steady rhythm. After what seemed like an eternity, he pulled out. She cried from pain and relief. She didn’t expect him to ram his cock down her throat. “Don’t you dare bite down. Gaishou.” She concentrated to keep her mouth open. When he cummed in her mouth her head jerked and accidentally bit down on his member, hard. He quickly pulled out, causing cum to get dripped on her breasts. He hit her. “Gaishou!!!” He cut the roped tying her. “Clean her up and put her in one of the houses.” Little demons entered as she blanked out. She wasn’t a pretty site at all. Naraku scoffed.


Ayame woke up in a large room. She was on a pile of furs, or a ‘bed’. In another corner there was some food. In the opposite corner there was a mini hot springs. The last corner was where the door was. Ayame’s clothes were somehow repaired and she put them on. She decided to eat. There was nothing else that she really felt like doing, so she went to take a nap.


She woke up a while later. She thought how warm it was. She tried to move and realized that the warmth was coming from Naraku who was cuddling against her. His arms trapped her and held her close to him. She could fill his manhood pressing against her ass. His nose was barely touching the nape of her neck.

“GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME!!! I want nothing to do with you Naraku.” She leaped out of his arms.

“My little ookami is a little testy today. We’ll just have to solve that.” He grabbed her wrist and shoved a liquid down her throat. He knocked her unconscious. He stroked her hair. “To bad, in a couple of minutes when she wakes up, she will be compliant to all my wishes. I rather like her resistance. It’s a good thing that the potions effects will last only an hour. By that time, I’ll have her in a position she can’t very well escape from.” He laughed.

Upon awakening, Ayame saw Naraku in the hot springs. ‘He doesn’t have anything on does he? Of course not, he’s bathing. She crept closer to him until she was right behind him.

“Hello my little ookami. Did you sleep well?”

“Yes, I slept very well Naraku.”

“No need to call me Naraku.” He smiled cruelly. Master would be more appropriate.”

She jumped up and backed away seething. “Why the hell should I, Naraku?!?!?!”

He stepped out of the hot spring. Ayame gazed at his wet…body. He molded his body against hers. “Because my ookami, unless you do, this is as close as we get.”

‘Damn these clothes!!!” Ayame thought fumed. She was horny as hell and it was unbearable. She pushed her hips against his to get closer. She failed and Naraku pulled away, smirking.

“Say it Ayame, or I’ll not touch you and you’ll forever stay in this building.”

Ayame just wanted to…touch him, screw her pride. “Yes master.” Her head dropped slightly.

“Get on your knees ama.” She responded, and he moved so he was three inched from her. “Suck it.” Ayame hungrily replied. Naraku smirked at Ayame’s submission. The thought of her submission, her lust, and his pleasure was making his manhood become hard. He pushed Ayame away. She whined at the loss of her treat. “Get on the bed.” Ayame scampered to the bed. Naraku leered at her. He sat at the edge. “Take your clothes off slowly, and lay on the bed.” She stripped herself of all clothes. “And the hair too.” Her hair brushed her breasts. The iris fell to the ground. She lay down. Naraku crouched over Ayame, “Don’t move.” He kissed her forcefully. He moved down, kissing the top of her breasts. She whimpered. He suckled her nipple. Ayame’s back arched and she moaned. Naraku stopped and forced her down. He slapped her face. “This is my pleasure. Remain still gaishou.” He suckled her other nipple, making the nub harden like his cock was. She still was new to this, so she was easily excitable. Naraku was able to hold back for a long time. She was shaking from pleasure.

“Spread your legs…wider. Jozu chisai ookami.” He leaned down towards her pussy. He grasped her hips. He pierced her with his tongue. She groaned as his tongue explored inside of her. She winded from not being able to lodge to tongue farther in. He went deliberately slow to torture her.

“Get on your hands and knees.” Ayame obliged to his wish. He got behind her. He stuck his finger in her ass to widen the hole. “Relax Ayame, it’ll hurt less.” He took out his finger. “Lick my finger clean.” She did so. “Good girl.” He grabbed her hips and thrust into her ass. Ayame howled. I hurt. Her arms collapsed so she was held up by her elbows. Her legs stayed up only because Naraku was holding her hips. He moved one of his hands so that it pressed against her pubes. He took the other hand off and started to roughly finger her. Ayame was in the position he wanted her to be. He was going to fuck her like this until the potion’s effects wore off…which was soon. The thought turned him on. He picked up his pace. He removed his finger so that he could have a better grip on her hips. Ayame started to doubt herself, but it felt so good! She thought of Kouga.

‘What about him? I’ve betrayed him! I’m no longer fit to be his bride.’ She frantically thought about him. Her hunger was rapidly fading. She tried disentangling herself. Naraku’s grip was too tight, “KUSO!!! Get off of me Naraku, GET AWAY!!!”

He grinned maliciously, “Perfect.” He removed himself from her ass and thrust into her pussy. She howled, her pussy still hadn’t recovered from the night before. He pounded into her, his balls slapped against her ass. It hurt like hell. Naraku finally released Ayame. She fell forward unmoving. He smirked. He got of the bed. He put on his robe and headed towards the door. He stopped when he heard noise from the bed.

Ayame was struggling up. She looked like a newborn cub on wobbly legs. Naraku smiled, the girl was persistent. She was a mess. Her hair was like a nest; her mouth had cum trailing out, and a trickle of cum was flowing down her leg. Her pussy had been rammed, even though it hadn’t recovered from her first time. Yet she still tried to rise. Naraku walked over, “You want more, gaishou.” He yanked her head up, to look in her eyes, by the hair. Her eyes were glazed and hollow. “Forget it.” He let go of her hair, quickly hit the side of her head and knocked her out. She lay there, sprawled on the bed. Who knows what would become of her?


Will she finally break down and become Naraku’s personal fuck toy? Will someone come to her rescue? Will she escape? How long will she last?

To bad I’m probably going to continue anything because I feel completed with this story. That is unless to many people respond in a very infuriated manner. Hey everyone should rate the story!!!!!

Okay, this actually had nothing to do with Ayame or Naraku forgive me if it doesn’t seem like them.