Dead Girls Can't Say No

Dead Girls Can’t Say No…
Rating: R

Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha. Or Kikyo, I’m beginning to think that a few other people own her…
Warnings: If you're a hard-core Kikyo fan, you might not want to read this. Also, this almost borders on necrophilia depending on how you look at it.

The night air was cool and brushed past her face gently, the wind teasing her hair. She watched the sky above, the moon was bright tonight and the countryside was lit by its haunting beauty.
Kikyo watched emotionlessly, wishing there was a reason for her to go down there. To be with the one she used to love. But now he had a new love, a new girl. That one who shared her appearance and her very soul. Kikyo felt the hint of a scowl creeping onto her features, but it would not stay there. She could hardly be jealous, because she had no heart. She was an empty vessel that lived off the souls of others to simply exist.
It was hardly an existence worth continuing, all she did was walk.
She never knew just where she was going. But for some odd reason, she never stopped walking. Kikyo just kept going, stopping in a village to tend to those in need occasionally but she never stayed more than a week. She was a wanderer, and she never stopped her search.
Kikyo’s eyes widened slightly in surprise when she saw a figure with silver hair below. For only a second she thought it was Inuyasha, and she almost smiled. Any sense of affection faded when the figure looked up, revealing long silver hair, a pale face adorned with purple stripes and wearing some kind of armor over a kimono. Kikyo froze to her spot as she felt her eyes met those of Sesshomaru.
Why did she feel something in those eyes?
He stood out on the open fields below, a silver spot in a sea of blue and green. She frowned down at him. He had companions, that little toad demon, a girl and that two-headed dragon. Her frown deepened and she took a step back. It did not matter anyway, he was the enemy of the only one she had ever loved.
“Enjoying the view?” a thick, and dark voice spoke. She shivered and turned slightly to see Naraku as she looked over her shoulder.
“What do you want?” she hissed, and Naraku’s face did not change as he came closer. He chuckled slightly and she realized that she was between him and a cliff, not the best odds for her.
“Same thing I always wanted,” he was close enough to reach her now and he whispered in her ear. “I want to tear you apart.”
She gave an involuntary shudder and instinctively reached for an arrow to defend herself with. He chuckled again when her eyes widened in horror at the realization that they were not there. Naraku placed a hand on her shoulder, and the other around her waist, pulling her closer despite her futile attempts to pull away.
“No, stop it—“
“Something wrong, Kikyo?” Naraku smirked evilly as he shoved her onto the ground. She made an attempt to turn and crawl away but was slammed back down before she could get away. He sat on top of her legs and pinned her wrists to the ground with his hands. Kikyo could not believe that this was happening. He licked the side of her neck, and she felt the trail of saliva that he left on her skin--horrible and wrong.
“Stop it,” she whimpered as his hands began to move lower. Her shirt was ripped open forcefully and he cupped one of her breasts with a hand. She gasped in pain when he squeezed, nails digging in and a soul escaping her body as he broke her delicate skin. Naraku continued to ignore her protests as he traced her body with a finger and mover ever lower. Neck, breast, stomach, hips and finally the place most private.
Her pants were removed fully, leaving her with only a torn shirt that barely covered her at all. She tried to kick him away, she tried to close herself off from his probing, but in the end he was so much stronger than she was.
“What’s the matter, Kikyo?” he taunted and held her wrists together with one hand. Then he pulled out several knifes. She watched in horror as he used each to restrain her, thankfully only with a rope that tied to each limb. The restraints hurt her more than he had, but it was the fact that he was free to move that scared her the most. Her eyes finally began to fill with tears, displaying emotions that she thought had long since died with her.
“No, please,” she struggled but it was useless. He bent down slowly and she felt him lick her vagina slowly. Kikyo cried out and he chuckled once more.
“It’s useless,” he brushed a hair out of her face and whispered in her ear. “Dead girls can’t say no…”
Naraku leaned down once more, tasting her more vigorously this time. She gasped as he continued to do so, changed his tempo with each move. Kikyo hated herself for what was being done, the fact that she could not protect herself, that she was this vulnerable. But most of all she hated how she reacted with every motion he made. Each lick earned a horrified gasp, each nibble on her clitoris earned a reluctant moan. Her body reacted in ways she hated—because her body found it pleasurable.
“No…” she moaned as tears rolled down her cheeks.
“Why, doesn’t it feel good?” he spoke, as he taunted her with another nibble.
“Yes…” she cried. This horror was never going to end, she knew it. Kikyo had always known that when she died, hell had taken her.
“Yes? You find it… enjoyable?” Naraku gave another, painfully slow lick and she screamed as the climax washed over her. He pulled back and she watched him while her breath came in short bursts, because of the pain and guilty excitement of the experience.
“You want more?” he teased and found her nipple, licking it and biting. She groaned in disgust and he frowned at her. “You forget again, darling…” he bent down and she closed her eyes as she knew what was coming. “Dead girls can’t say no…”
She expected the sick pleasure to return, but instead felt a horrible and sharp pain. Kikyo cried out and was drowned out by his wicked laughter. Opening her eyes, she gasped in shock as she saw him withdraw the knife from between her legs, several souls trickling out now. Kikyo was horrified while he simply continued to laugh and began to undress himself. Naraku opened the robes he wore to reveal his hardened member. Kikyo shut her eyes again, but could still feel the horrible pulse of him inside her.
He began to pump, and she felt herself moving with him. She muttered words of horror and violation but he just kept going. Naraku even came close enough that she could feel his fetid breath on her bare neck. He moaned in pleasure as he used the vessel, the dead girl he had bound here in the woods near a cliff.
Kikyo felt empty, like she had died all over again. She could not even feel the horror of her situation anymore, it simply felt like it would never end. She was numb to it.
But that was when she heard the crash of a sword coming through the trees towards them. Naraku whipped around, pulling Kikyo’s damaged flesh with him and causing her a wave of pain, and as the sword’s hit reached them he was gone.
Kikyo blinked in surprise, and realized that she was now helplessly bound to the ground and naked. She felt useless, crying to the woods for help. Anything that came now could not possibly be worse than what she had just endured.
Or so she thought until that same silver-haired figure from earlier appeared there. She wanted to shrink back in fear, but could not because of her bindings. He studied her for a moment, and she noted that he was completely alone. Kikyo felt her heart begin to pound viciously when he walked closer, she was afraid of what he would do. Was he going to kill her?
So what if he killed her? Did she just not wish for death a moment ago?
She watched him in awe now, as he seemed more curious than anything else. He narrowed his eyes at her frail body, and drew his sword closer to her. She frowned and silently braced for it, she knew he would not spare her. He was a demon.
But he only used his sword to cut her bindings. She sat up immediately and rubbed the sore spots on her wrists, but almost as quickly winced from the pain where she had been stabbed. Her head began to feel strangely fuzzy, and she knew that she would need to find more souls to stay in this world. He still watched her with mild interest and now kneeled down to see her more closely. She jumped back slightly and wrapped what was left of her shirt around her.
Kikyo jumped again when Sesshomaru placed a hand on her cheek and then let it slowly trail down her neck and to her shoulder. She pulled away and tried to scoot towards her arrows. She would not be taken so easily this time.
“You’re that human that Inuyasha knew, aren’t you?” he asked, and she paused. He seemed to take her reaction as a yes. She looked at him again and found that he was next to her again. Once more, he gently placed a hand on her cheek.
Kikyo looked into his eyes, and felt that odd feeling once more. This demon… so much like Inuyasha but yet so different in an exciting way. He then cam closer and pressed his lips to hers tenderly. She was stunned at first, but then found herself fading into the sweet embrace.
He brought an arm around her waist and another on her shoulder, then broke the kiss to move down to her neck. She winced as she felt his teeth sink into her flesh. He was marking her, that way that Inuyasha had always said he would but never had. It was the only mark of the night she found herself appreciating.
Sesshomaru gently pushed her back onto the ground, he used little to no force on her as he kissed her again. Kikyo responded heatedly. This hot, sweet passion somehow made what Naraku had just done to her bearable. She allowed him to slowly move down and open her torn shirt once more. He looked at her bruised chest, and gently kissed the places where she had been hurt. Then he licked his lips and kissed her once more, the taste of her own skin mixing with the flavor of him.
With one skilled hand he teased the spot between her legs and earned a moan from the girl beneath him, followed by a moan when he hit the cut Naraku had left.
“Does it hurt?” Sesshomaru asked, leaning close to her and she whispered a yes. “Tsk tsk tsk… silly human…”
She looked confused as he straddled her there on the ground under the light of the moon. His eyes began to glow and she shrank back slightly when he laughed emotionlessly.
“Don’t forget… dead girls can’t say no…” he whispered then bit deeply into her neck as the words sank in. She screamed once more as the night continued, and she soon blacked out..