A Disturbing Divergence

Author's note: This particular part of the story opens on a scene where Naraku has outright attacked Kagome for her half of the Shikon. There was no Inuyasha nearby to save the day, just one other companion present for their part in the final battle. If I give away any more of the plot before this point, I might inadvertently reveal who I am, and then I'll just die of embarrassment for posting these wholly terrible bits of writing. :P (If you just happen to know me, oh well!) There was a brief tussle before he managed to take her half. ...And this is *totally* out of character on both sides, but who cares? :D Um, enjoy?

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She should have known it would be a futile struggle as soon as her powers had failed to respond. His hands clutched her wrists almost loosely as his body distorted around her small frame, enshrouding her in darkness. She could easily hear the sound of earth shifting and falling apart, but the muffled shouts of her name could barely be heard above the din of Naraku digging through the tough soil with numerous sharp spiked appendages. The ground seemed to swallow them up within moments, leaving only a pile of disturbed dirt to show where they'd disappeared.

It seemed to take forever for Kagome to wriggle her hands free from his grasp - but eventually Naraku stopped focusing on their forced descent and grinned slowly at her. The dim light that glowed between them -the deep violet shimmer of the tainted, complete Shikon no Tama- illuminated the narrow space between their bodies in the hollowed-out portion of ground Naraku had created during his motions. The oppressive darkness of the soil and the bits of dirt that shifted and fell in little chunks were quickly forgotten as she she felt a not-so-sharp extension of his body wrap around her lower back. She swallowed nervously and ceased struggling for a moment to stare up at his shadowed expression.

He said no words, just rose a hand to display sharp claws that glinted in the dim light. She flinched as the smooth, rounded backs of those claws brushed the thin line of exposed skin at her waistline - those sharp claws drew easily through the her jeans, shredding the material well past her hips to mid-thigh on her right leg. The motion was repeated on the left, but he made no further motion to remove any article of clothing.

Instead, he leaned against her nervous frame, pressing his face against the soft curve of her neck with a misplaced sense of satisfaction. One at a time, separate appendages sought out and caught hold of her wrists and knees.

She was stuck between a rock and a hard place, so to speak. She knew she'd be unable to stop what he most likely had in mind as he effortlessly pulled her limbs upwards and away from him, which gave him practically free reign over her body. She wasn't sure if it was the lack of taunts or physical violence, but she felt compelled to wait and see what he'd do...

He pulled his lower body away from hers for a moment, and Kagome was sure he was using the moment to expose himself, but instead he merely seemed to make room for another of his searching appendages. She jerked as it brushed once against her upper thigh, and it quickly found the slice in her pants coming into contact with her smooth skin. Kagome's eyes widened at the slimy, slick feel of the groping thing as it slid inside her torn jeans, pushing through the loose fabric as it moved toward the juncture of her legs. Kagome could barely shift her hips in nervous anticipation of the intrusion that was sure to happen at any moment. She bit her lip and squeezed her eyes shut as it found the edge of her thin cotton panties. She tried to forget who was touching her so intimately, shuddering as it wriggled underneath the hem and brushed against her folds.

It slid once against her from top to bottom, grazing her clit as it worked its way between the soft skin of her labia, and Kagome had to choke back a gasp as it found the tight entrance it sought.

It pushed slowly inside her core, lubricated with a strange, slick film; Kagome jerked slightly and tensed from the intrusion. It was thicker than she'd anticipated (although, her lack of experience gave her no real grounds to guess on such a thing...) and Naraku pressed it within her body until it could go no further. In a vague corner of Kagome's mind, she was not surprised at a lack of virginal agony (years of fighting and running for her life had guaranteed that) but she was surprised at the strange ache -the tingle, the fullness... but desire for something else- that seemed to whisper its presence in that moment of his halted intrusion.

And then it moved... Rippled once within her before it withdrew a bit, then pushed inside just as slowly as it had the first time. Kagome's brows furrowed, but she refused to open her eyes to look at her assailant. He hips shifted nearly involuntarily as it made another slow thrust within her tight depths, stretching and working her walls with timed ripples and throbbing fluctuations.

She tried to ignore who was working her body so sinfully and focused on what he was doing to her... Kagome gasped aloud in surprised pleasure as she pushed her hips into the next thrust, willing him to pick up a bit of speed. That seemed to be the sign Naraku was waiting for, because the pace picked up for a moment - distracting her from the appendage moving up her other leg. Just as it slid beneath the gap of her panties, the first appendage resumed its near-maddening slow pace, moving to withdraw almost completely out of her body before pushing just as slowly back inside.

Kagome jerked as the second appendage, much thinner than the first, slid lower, brushing against the smooth skin of her ass to tease her with slight prodding. She opened her eyes to look at the half-demon hovering above her. He smirked down at her, his red eyes glowing with lust as he watched her writhe against his careful teasing.

The agonizingly slow thrust of the first appendage stopped, and he withdrew it fully from her body, earning her disappointed frown.

She gasped then as the slick, thin tip of the second appendage pressed firmly against the tensed hole, wriggling and working its way past her muscles. Her voice failed her when she thought to tell him to stop, and he leaned forward to whisper in her ear, "Relax..."

It throbbed once, then twice, and Kagome could feel the thin length begin to widen as he withdrew and thrust it back into her body, carefully working the tight ring of muscles. (Later, Kagome would have to wonder why he didn't just tear into her and leave her a bloody mess, but for now, she couldn't help but enjoy the tempting friction...) On one of the withdrawals, the first appendage returned to her ignored passage and pressed once more against her, filling her with the throbbing length.

Kagome's eyes fluttered shut as the two carefully worked alternately within her, the second slowly expanding to match the girth of the first. He stared down in obvious interest at her breathy gasps and moans, but made no move to replace either of his tentacles with the stiff, throbbing manhood still concealed by clothes.

In mere moments, he was pushing her toward the peak of orgasm, and Kagome found herself tightly restrained to prevent the involuntary bucking of her hips. He quickly complied with the unspoken demands for more by thrusting within her at rapid speed, and she shouted as she found her release.

Her body relaxed as the aftereffects of her orgasm washed over her in waves...

But he was far from through with her...