Desecration

Title: Desecration
Desecration

Author's Note: Originally written for the LJ community inu_kaidan with a 500 word limit and the prompt "Fallen."

Dedication: for Gakusei

Warning: Non-con loli. Don't read it if you don't like darkfic. Or after you're done, read if you need to cleanse your palate, read "Coming of Age," which begins my multi-story SessRin post-canon romance. And if you do like it and want more and equally nasty, read "Childbitch."

by Salome 08/08

I am swollen and choked inside you. Your tiny cunt strangles my cock the way your existence has strangled my life. Where once my sword challenged death to resurrect you, now I sheath a bodily weapon in self-defense within you. I stab into you to achieve self-renewal. I rid myself of any but selfish motive. Resilient little mortal, you took me from myself, and now I return through you.

Let your body understand what your mind cannot, Rin: I must rend your sweetness, tear at your innocence. I must sharpen and taint you in mind and body. Only in this way can I make you palatable, and thus revive.

I cannot blame you entirely: it is my father who condemned us both. As I ruin you, so I ruin his desires and hopes for my future. With my cock, I damn you both.

You are too tight to take me without pain and blood. Once I would have heeded this warning. But I refuse to obey Tenseiga’s commands any longer. I plunge, drive into you, struggle to hilt myself despite your body’s resistance. I must lay claim to you now or die inside. I will not yield.

As you bear my assault, you beg with only one word--please. I taste its ambiguity and thrust harder. You scream, then, wordless and desperate. I silence your cries, my palm held tightly across your little mouth. My easy breach of your defenses argues how unwarranted is your complaint, Rin. You accepted the gift of resurrection and took my protection without thought. Now accept the consequences. Yes, my relentless fuck speaks in a way my words and my silences have not, could not. Each decisive stab reminds you that you have neither right nor reason to decry my knowing misuse.

When you cease your sobbing and surrender in silence, I move my hand to cover your eyes. I deny reflection in those earthen orbs of the monster you have made of me. Even without sight, we both know who I am: the monster my father thought he could control from beyond the grave, the monster you thought you tamed. Naïve little creature, I am no reflection of your childhood fantasies. I am no savior, Rin--your life comes at a price.

And how fully you pay that price, your body still now and quiet beneath me. I take pleasure in the way this makes of us what we must be to one another. Without sound, I arch, peak, and spill, filling you with seed your body cannot use. My climax is silent, without pleasure, but it teaches you what we must both know. You whimper and whine as your womb tastes of my poison. If not gratification there is at least satisfaction, for I hurt you as I must. You suffer but do not die; and you learn.

You face your fall from innocence in my clawed embrace, and as I desecrate your body and soul, I willingly face my own inescapable damnation.