Ransom
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InuYasha › Het - Male/Female › Naraku/Sango
Rating:
Adult +
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4,249
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Ransom
Title: Ransom
Author: Saraste
Rating: MA
Genre: canon, angst, dark
Words: 300
Summary: Naraku and Sango have an agreement...
Warnings: tentacles
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters nor make any profit.
A/N: As a rule, I don't write Naraku. But then I thought of things through... With Sango and Naraku, there's bound to be angst... And then inspiration hit me (mid-study, in the Uni library, naughty me! *lol*). Written for the livejournal community inuromp for their week 2 pairing Naraku/Sango in October 2008.
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She was disgusted with herself. The situation was deeply undesirable, unbearable in more ways than one.
And she had no way out. Not if she wanted her brother to live.
So she had to silence her conscience, control her disgust and succumb to his twisted desires, his forlorn needs. His very touch making her skin crawl, his voice filling her mind with promises of dark deeds.
The worst was...
... that she had grown to expect their meetings with a distinct need throbbing inside her. A need and desire for his touch. Now she went willingly, her mind screaming against the utter madness of it all, growing fainter with every step she took. And there, with him in front of her, there was silence.
She looked at him as he fucked her, his red eyes full of perverse mirth and unbridled decadence. He was enjoying her struggles, however faint and untrue they had now become. Her heart wasn't in them anymore. He knew she didn't dislike what he did to her as much as her words professed.
His tentacles jabbed into her body. And she could do nothing but to give in to the pleasure wrecking her. She heard his grunt and heard him sneer.
“Enjoying this, aren't you?” he chuckled.
Her eyes were defiant even when her body wasn't anymore, she glared at him. “Never, you bastard!”
But her words were hollow and they both knew it.
As he slithered around her, sliding over her body and filling every orifice, Sango succumbed to her shame. She was past caring, shame, morality. Naraku had set a trap for her and she'd fallen utterly. Betraying all she held dear, family and friends alike.
His touch obliterated all. This desecration of her body an action of absolution for the sin it was.
Oblivion.
Author: Saraste
Rating: MA
Genre: canon, angst, dark
Words: 300
Summary: Naraku and Sango have an agreement...
Warnings: tentacles
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters nor make any profit.
A/N: As a rule, I don't write Naraku. But then I thought of things through... With Sango and Naraku, there's bound to be angst... And then inspiration hit me (mid-study, in the Uni library, naughty me! *lol*). Written for the livejournal community inuromp for their week 2 pairing Naraku/Sango in October 2008.
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She was disgusted with herself. The situation was deeply undesirable, unbearable in more ways than one.
And she had no way out. Not if she wanted her brother to live.
So she had to silence her conscience, control her disgust and succumb to his twisted desires, his forlorn needs. His very touch making her skin crawl, his voice filling her mind with promises of dark deeds.
The worst was...
... that she had grown to expect their meetings with a distinct need throbbing inside her. A need and desire for his touch. Now she went willingly, her mind screaming against the utter madness of it all, growing fainter with every step she took. And there, with him in front of her, there was silence.
She looked at him as he fucked her, his red eyes full of perverse mirth and unbridled decadence. He was enjoying her struggles, however faint and untrue they had now become. Her heart wasn't in them anymore. He knew she didn't dislike what he did to her as much as her words professed.
His tentacles jabbed into her body. And she could do nothing but to give in to the pleasure wrecking her. She heard his grunt and heard him sneer.
“Enjoying this, aren't you?” he chuckled.
Her eyes were defiant even when her body wasn't anymore, she glared at him. “Never, you bastard!”
But her words were hollow and they both knew it.
As he slithered around her, sliding over her body and filling every orifice, Sango succumbed to her shame. She was past caring, shame, morality. Naraku had set a trap for her and she'd fallen utterly. Betraying all she held dear, family and friends alike.
His touch obliterated all. This desecration of her body an action of absolution for the sin it was.
Oblivion.