Such a Perfect Day.
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Such a Perfect Day.
Title: Such a Perfect Day.
Author: Sun
Genre: Canon, Dark!fic, Smut, Horror
Rating: Adult! ADULTADULTADULT!!
Word Count: 1506
Summary: It was the perfect day, he knew. And no matter how many times he betrays her, she’s still his when she returns…
Warnings: Explicit Sex, Male Dom/Female Sub, Biting, Implied Non-Con, Graphic Character Death.
A/N: Title inspired by “Strawberry Swing” by Coldplay. I know, I’s so weird for listening to an upbeat prettiful song while writing this hardcoreness…
A/N 2: Yay! I’ve been holding this for fivewholedays!!! And now I may POST! XD
The sun was bright outside; Naraku stood on his balcony, watching the grassy fields beneath him buzz with life.
Behind him, he heard the shoji slide open, and he could smell her coming closer. He had to admit – it was a rather pretty scent, and he knew why the hanyou had found her so enticing.
As the girl looped her slender arms around his neck, her taut stomach and full breasts pressing enticingly against his back, Naraku smirked, barely holding back his signature dark snicker.
Today was the perfect day.
Turning, he scooped the miko up into his arms and carried her back inside. Silently, he threw her down onto the platform bed, breathing deeply as she bounced harshly against the mattress. The sheets whispered softly as she rustled them, sneaking across their cool surface wearing only a loosened sun-yellow yukata.
Naraku was on her in an instant, attacking the base of her throat with his fangs. There was a loud, slightly disturbing noise as the yukata ripped, and she gasped as he yanked at it, pulling it away to reveal her nude, lithe body, perfectly proportioned with perky tits, a thin waist, and round, luscious hips. He sat back, allowing his eyes to peruse her form before returning his teeth to the tender skin of her throat, his hands making their way across her firm, supple skin.
So beautiful and full of life was she that it was hard not to think of how beautiful the day outside their dark bedroom was.
It really was the perfect day.
His mouth suddenly had a mind all its own, and it found its way downward, reaching from her collar to her breasts, his tongue laving across the darkened areola, his teeth lingering on her hardened nipple.
She gasped sharply, moaning in pain and arousal as he bit the sensitive flesh savagely, growling deep in his throat as he did. Glaring upward into her gorgeous face, he caught her hazy, frightened eyes before they rolled into the back of her head with a throaty groan; Naraku could feel the vibrations in her chest, and the movement mixed with the sound of her arousal stirred the quickly hardening appendage hanging between his thighs. As he released her left nipple and moved over to the other one, she bucked her hips into his own, and he was practically panting at the way the fabric of his hakamas felt against the delicate flesh of his erection.
He tore his own clothing from his body, releasing his hold on her tits for barely a second before he was on them once again, this time biting down hard enough to draw blood. The virgin beneath him screamed loudly in agony, throwing her head back as warm rivers of her blood dripped downward, flowing easily down her side and across the flat planes of her tummy. As Naraku sucked on her frail skin, gorging himself on her hot lifeblood, he sank his dick quickly into her smoldering hot depths, silencing her pained cries for the moment as suffering momentarily transformed into bliss.
She moaned loudly – very loudly – as he sucked away at her small, heavily bleeding teat, no longer caring that he had harmed her in such a blatantly uncaring way. All she seemed able to focus on at the moment was the symphony of sensations between her legs – right where the villain Naraku seemed to fit so easily. More easily, even, than Inuyasha…
His hands gripped her hips roughly, his elongated claws digging into the flesh; she didn’t even realize that a major part of her ever-growing titillation was due to the copious amounts of his kumo venom that he was slowly and secretly seeping into her pelvis through the tips of those vicious claws biting into her lovely skin.
She panted as she felt her entire body coiling unto itself for the first time; she wasn’t exactly sure what it meant, not being that well versed in the reactions of her own body, but Naraku knew what it meant – and he planned to take full advantage of it.
He thrust into her harder suddenly, and it was as if the undead miko saw stars; it felt as though Naraku had shoved his cock as far into her as it would go, and he’d hit a very fragile part of her that was hidden deep inside. He continued to reach for it, his erection shoving into her at a furious, almost manic pace, the head of his hot, throbbing cock colliding with the edge of her womb constantly. Her head was becoming more and more empty as Naraku filled it with more and more mind-numbing pleasure. She felt suddenly as though she couldn’t move; she was too filled with Naraku’s essence, and it was weighing her down, forcing her into a submission unlike anything she’d ever known.
Then she felt it; her body was singing for a release, and she could feel the impending explosion reaching for her, beckoning to her…
Right when she and Naraku both reached the edge, he pulled his hand back and shoved it deep into her gut. Kagome cried out at the sudden injury, screaming in agony as the villain jerked against her, her long, slim legs still wrapped tightly around his waist. He sighed and grunted as his seed spilled deep within her virginal womb, and he waited a few moments before pulling his erection from her core. His hand, however, remained in her belly.
Blood pooled beneath her, gathering in the sheets and the mattress, staining them a deep scarlet that he hoped would never fade or wash away. Kagome stiffened, still screaming her head off at him – “Why, Naraku? Why would you do this? Oh – Gods-!” Her horrified, tortured screams broke off into a gurgling that most would find sickening.
Naraku only smiled down at his prey as her throat filled with her own blood, and she attempted to choke out more angry, bewildered words at him – but all that came out was blood. Warm, eloquent, beautiful blood.
After barely another minute, Naraku withdrew his hand from her torso, surveying the ragged mess that was left. Softly, and with an amused chuckle, the known murderer observed the amazing transformation the pathetic girl’s body had undertaken – just minutes before, she had been agile, athletic, perfectly in shape in each and every way possible.
Now, her limp, lifeless body stared at him with wide, dead eyes, her gut torn open and still bleeding furiously, her sweet nectar still coating the insides of her thighs.
He stood, dressing, and made his way back to the shoji leading onto the balcony. The sun was still high in the sky, and, outside in the forest and meadows surrounding his large, darkened castle, the birds chirped and the wind sang.
“I knew it was a perfect day,” he commented proudly to the dead body lying not far behind him, looking over his shoulder at her. He sighed contentedly. “It was a perfect day… to kill you, Kagome.”
He turned, looking her over once more. He admired the way she was sprawled so indecently across his bed, the way her blood had traveled much further than one would have expected from so weak and pathetic a human. As his eyes took in every tiny curve of her tormented pose, every drop of blood that was slowly continuing to spill from her body, there was a sorely recognizable movement at his crotch. Sneering, he called for his most secret minion… the one who had helped him cause some of the most severe trouble for his enemy Inuyasha…
The Reanimator was a small, seemingly elderly male, but Naraku knew that looks were usually deceiving, especially where he was concerned. The youkai in question entered the room, applauding his master almost immediately for the gore with which Naraku had painted his bedroom. “Very good, Master Naraku,” the Reanimator exclaimed, observing. “Of course, you have always done the most excellent work…”
Naraku ignored the compliments. “Can you repair this body?” he asked the small male.
The Reanimator nodded, a sly smile sneaking its way onto his thin, cracked lips. “How many times have I returned this very same miko to your arms, Master Naraku? Every time, she seems to be in better shape than before.” He snickered quietly. “When would you like her resurrected by?”
“Tonight.”
The youkai bowed low. “Yes, Master Naraku.”
As the Reanimator ventured forward, gathering the mangled remains of Kagome Higurashi, Naraku left the room, setting about the castle to finish his business for the day.
When he returned that night, the sheets had been replaced… as had the voluptuous miko lying on his bed, dressed in another sun-yellow yukata, breathing deeply. As the dark hanyou entered the bedroom, she stirred, her eyes opening and meeting his; no fear was evident, and he knew that she was a virgin still – and would be every time the Reanimator brought her back to life for him.
“Hello, Kagome…” he murmured sensually, shutting the shoji.
Author: Sun
Genre: Canon, Dark!fic, Smut, Horror
Rating: Adult! ADULTADULTADULT!!
Word Count: 1506
Summary: It was the perfect day, he knew. And no matter how many times he betrays her, she’s still his when she returns…
Warnings: Explicit Sex, Male Dom/Female Sub, Biting, Implied Non-Con, Graphic Character Death.
A/N: Title inspired by “Strawberry Swing” by Coldplay. I know, I’s so weird for listening to an upbeat prettiful song while writing this hardcoreness…
A/N 2: Yay! I’ve been holding this for fivewholedays!!! And now I may POST! XD
The sun was bright outside; Naraku stood on his balcony, watching the grassy fields beneath him buzz with life.
Behind him, he heard the shoji slide open, and he could smell her coming closer. He had to admit – it was a rather pretty scent, and he knew why the hanyou had found her so enticing.
As the girl looped her slender arms around his neck, her taut stomach and full breasts pressing enticingly against his back, Naraku smirked, barely holding back his signature dark snicker.
Today was the perfect day.
Turning, he scooped the miko up into his arms and carried her back inside. Silently, he threw her down onto the platform bed, breathing deeply as she bounced harshly against the mattress. The sheets whispered softly as she rustled them, sneaking across their cool surface wearing only a loosened sun-yellow yukata.
Naraku was on her in an instant, attacking the base of her throat with his fangs. There was a loud, slightly disturbing noise as the yukata ripped, and she gasped as he yanked at it, pulling it away to reveal her nude, lithe body, perfectly proportioned with perky tits, a thin waist, and round, luscious hips. He sat back, allowing his eyes to peruse her form before returning his teeth to the tender skin of her throat, his hands making their way across her firm, supple skin.
So beautiful and full of life was she that it was hard not to think of how beautiful the day outside their dark bedroom was.
It really was the perfect day.
His mouth suddenly had a mind all its own, and it found its way downward, reaching from her collar to her breasts, his tongue laving across the darkened areola, his teeth lingering on her hardened nipple.
She gasped sharply, moaning in pain and arousal as he bit the sensitive flesh savagely, growling deep in his throat as he did. Glaring upward into her gorgeous face, he caught her hazy, frightened eyes before they rolled into the back of her head with a throaty groan; Naraku could feel the vibrations in her chest, and the movement mixed with the sound of her arousal stirred the quickly hardening appendage hanging between his thighs. As he released her left nipple and moved over to the other one, she bucked her hips into his own, and he was practically panting at the way the fabric of his hakamas felt against the delicate flesh of his erection.
He tore his own clothing from his body, releasing his hold on her tits for barely a second before he was on them once again, this time biting down hard enough to draw blood. The virgin beneath him screamed loudly in agony, throwing her head back as warm rivers of her blood dripped downward, flowing easily down her side and across the flat planes of her tummy. As Naraku sucked on her frail skin, gorging himself on her hot lifeblood, he sank his dick quickly into her smoldering hot depths, silencing her pained cries for the moment as suffering momentarily transformed into bliss.
She moaned loudly – very loudly – as he sucked away at her small, heavily bleeding teat, no longer caring that he had harmed her in such a blatantly uncaring way. All she seemed able to focus on at the moment was the symphony of sensations between her legs – right where the villain Naraku seemed to fit so easily. More easily, even, than Inuyasha…
His hands gripped her hips roughly, his elongated claws digging into the flesh; she didn’t even realize that a major part of her ever-growing titillation was due to the copious amounts of his kumo venom that he was slowly and secretly seeping into her pelvis through the tips of those vicious claws biting into her lovely skin.
She panted as she felt her entire body coiling unto itself for the first time; she wasn’t exactly sure what it meant, not being that well versed in the reactions of her own body, but Naraku knew what it meant – and he planned to take full advantage of it.
He thrust into her harder suddenly, and it was as if the undead miko saw stars; it felt as though Naraku had shoved his cock as far into her as it would go, and he’d hit a very fragile part of her that was hidden deep inside. He continued to reach for it, his erection shoving into her at a furious, almost manic pace, the head of his hot, throbbing cock colliding with the edge of her womb constantly. Her head was becoming more and more empty as Naraku filled it with more and more mind-numbing pleasure. She felt suddenly as though she couldn’t move; she was too filled with Naraku’s essence, and it was weighing her down, forcing her into a submission unlike anything she’d ever known.
Then she felt it; her body was singing for a release, and she could feel the impending explosion reaching for her, beckoning to her…
Right when she and Naraku both reached the edge, he pulled his hand back and shoved it deep into her gut. Kagome cried out at the sudden injury, screaming in agony as the villain jerked against her, her long, slim legs still wrapped tightly around his waist. He sighed and grunted as his seed spilled deep within her virginal womb, and he waited a few moments before pulling his erection from her core. His hand, however, remained in her belly.
Blood pooled beneath her, gathering in the sheets and the mattress, staining them a deep scarlet that he hoped would never fade or wash away. Kagome stiffened, still screaming her head off at him – “Why, Naraku? Why would you do this? Oh – Gods-!” Her horrified, tortured screams broke off into a gurgling that most would find sickening.
Naraku only smiled down at his prey as her throat filled with her own blood, and she attempted to choke out more angry, bewildered words at him – but all that came out was blood. Warm, eloquent, beautiful blood.
After barely another minute, Naraku withdrew his hand from her torso, surveying the ragged mess that was left. Softly, and with an amused chuckle, the known murderer observed the amazing transformation the pathetic girl’s body had undertaken – just minutes before, she had been agile, athletic, perfectly in shape in each and every way possible.
Now, her limp, lifeless body stared at him with wide, dead eyes, her gut torn open and still bleeding furiously, her sweet nectar still coating the insides of her thighs.
He stood, dressing, and made his way back to the shoji leading onto the balcony. The sun was still high in the sky, and, outside in the forest and meadows surrounding his large, darkened castle, the birds chirped and the wind sang.
“I knew it was a perfect day,” he commented proudly to the dead body lying not far behind him, looking over his shoulder at her. He sighed contentedly. “It was a perfect day… to kill you, Kagome.”
He turned, looking her over once more. He admired the way she was sprawled so indecently across his bed, the way her blood had traveled much further than one would have expected from so weak and pathetic a human. As his eyes took in every tiny curve of her tormented pose, every drop of blood that was slowly continuing to spill from her body, there was a sorely recognizable movement at his crotch. Sneering, he called for his most secret minion… the one who had helped him cause some of the most severe trouble for his enemy Inuyasha…
The Reanimator was a small, seemingly elderly male, but Naraku knew that looks were usually deceiving, especially where he was concerned. The youkai in question entered the room, applauding his master almost immediately for the gore with which Naraku had painted his bedroom. “Very good, Master Naraku,” the Reanimator exclaimed, observing. “Of course, you have always done the most excellent work…”
Naraku ignored the compliments. “Can you repair this body?” he asked the small male.
The Reanimator nodded, a sly smile sneaking its way onto his thin, cracked lips. “How many times have I returned this very same miko to your arms, Master Naraku? Every time, she seems to be in better shape than before.” He snickered quietly. “When would you like her resurrected by?”
“Tonight.”
The youkai bowed low. “Yes, Master Naraku.”
As the Reanimator ventured forward, gathering the mangled remains of Kagome Higurashi, Naraku left the room, setting about the castle to finish his business for the day.
When he returned that night, the sheets had been replaced… as had the voluptuous miko lying on his bed, dressed in another sun-yellow yukata, breathing deeply. As the dark hanyou entered the bedroom, she stirred, her eyes opening and meeting his; no fear was evident, and he knew that she was a virgin still – and would be every time the Reanimator brought her back to life for him.
“Hello, Kagome…” he murmured sensually, shutting the shoji.