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Web of Iniquity
By : northstar
Category: InuYasha > General
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Disclaimer: The characters of InuYasha are not
mine, they are property of Rumiko Takahashi, Shogakukan, Yomiuri TV, Sunrise, and Viz. I do not make any money from the writing of this
story. No copyright infringement is intended. This was written with the sole
intent of the reader's satisfaction and the author's own personal satisfaction.
Title: Silken
Characters: Naraku, Kagome
Rating: NC17
Warning: NC, violence
=#= Silken =#=
He is not compelled to her side by a
tainted human heart, but he is drawn to her just the same.
Beautiful, defiant, as pure as a maiden should be...with her
miko powers sealed...and somehow he cannot resist...
A heart that holds no darkness, that rejects the selfishness
and greed that he has used to exploit and destroy countless human lives. A body
that resembles and yet puts to shame the one of the dead Kikyou. A naive,
innocent faith that is stunning in its strength that calls to the deepest,
darkest parts of his soul.
She awakens a hunger inside of him that has nothing to do
with the pathetic, lecherous fixation of the thief Onigumo. Instead, it
is that part of him which is blind, ravenous, that which has never
seen the light, something completely inuhuman and yet decidedly male.
He promises himself that her corruption will be the sweetest
taste his tongue has ever known. He closes his eyes and he hardens in
anticipation as his hands lift and trace her shape in the air in front of him.
He imagines he feels the cold shivers of her soft skin under his fingertips;
her body blossoming under his caresses even as her captive awareness degrades
within.
It is mere child's play to tantalize the little kitsune's
curiosity so that the child walks right into his arms. It is slightly more
difficult to lure her away from her circle of protectors, a calculated risk to
reveal himself to her, but the look of horrified understanding on her face as
she watches him absorb her little fox kit is entirely worth the trouble.
"Do exactly as I say," he purrs darkly for her
ears alone, "And he will know nothing more than as if he slept deeply for
a night's rest."
The flash of anguish and hatred in her expressive dark eyes
thrills him to his core. He knows he holds her captive more effectively than
ropes or chains, for her heart will not let her abandon her little friend no
matter what.
Malicious, heady, and wild, his triumph swirls within him
like a dark maelstrom whipped to a frenzy by his lust and greed. His every
movement is deliberate, coy, and masterful as he strips for her eyes alone. He
revels in the involuntary flare of interest and attraction that momentarily
brightens her angry, bitter gaze as his perfect male body shines pale and
poised against the backdrop of his dark robes. He works hard to hide the tremor
of his hands and the twitch of his abdominal muscles as her fiery, blatent
stare rakes down his form to rest on his erection.
The shameful heat that floods her face as she belatedly
glances away is finer than any false compliment he has ever heard. The torn,
guilty look in her eyes as he traces the delicate lines of her jaw with one
finger is more enflaming than the most sultry of seductions. The prickle of her
flesh with goosebumps as he blows a cool breath against the vulnerable curve of
her neck is more sensuous than the expert acting of the most expensive whore.
This girl he will bed for no other ulterior motive than
because he wants to. She is nothing more than a whimsy, and yet, because every
movement of his is calculated and recalculated down to the tinest risk,
she is a rare moment in his long existance in which he will allow
himself to indulge.
"Touch me," he instructs her in a strangled
whisper, as satisfied by the hatred and rage he sees burning in her eyes as any
other lover would be by passion and love.
Her small fingers are cold with her fear, tenative with her
revulsion and maidenly shyness. Despite herself, he watches with almost knowing
fondness as her eyes stray to where her fingers touch his chest...and he does
not miss the moment when her pupils dilate with interest and her breath hitches
with responsive attraction.
His smile is as gentle and sweet as her frown is venemous
and bloodthirsty as he guides her hand to encircle his erection. They both hiss
involuntarily as the heat of his length sears the cool surface of her palm.
The faintest scent of her arousal moistens the air like the
first hints of rain, and the pink tip of her tongue touches her bottom lip
impulsively as her body's lust begins its deceptive seduction of her senses.
Her pride will never let her admit it, but he can tell that she likes what she
sees. His hand tightens over hers and as he eases her hand up and down the
velvet sheathed hardness of him, he feels her temperature and heartbeat spike.
His hands entraps hers in a crushing, iron grip as he leans
down and tells her with quiet sincerity exactly what he wants to do to
her. The musk of her arousal thickens in the air around them even as her
body shakes with her outrage.
His smile is smug and evil as, trembling and stiffly
enraged, she falls to her knees in front of him. Her lips are thinned in a
displeased, disgusted line as she guides the head of his erection towards her
mouth. His control breaks as the heated exhale of her breath washing over his
sensitive skin makes his head whip back and his spine bow. A tiny, dark spark
of understanding and twisted satisfaction lingers in her eyes as she watches
his instinctive responses as she torments his flesh with her tongue. He gasps
out her name in a strangled voice as his fingertips dig into her scalp.
At last, with ungentle hands, he wrenches her head away from
his groin. Tussled and disheveled, she glares daggers up at him from her
position at his feet. His smirk is hungry, predatory, degrading as he undresses
her with his eyes.
His gaze glows crimson as with heavy lidded arrogance, he
demands she strip for him. The defiant light in her eyes gutters and dies as
panic drains her face of color. For a moment he is afraid that she will balk
and he will have to ruin the mood by reminding her what is at stake, but her
resolve is stronger than he suspects. Shooting rebelliously to her feet, with
vicious temper making her dark eyes flash, she strips with impatient, clumsy
hands.
Once again her vulnerability shows itself as she clutches
her last article of clothing--her skirt--in front of her naked body. Her gaze
has dropped to his feet as with trembling anxiety, she lets the pleated
material fall. Her deceptive meekness sends a pang of something weak through
him as he licks his lips with ravenous delight at the sight before him.
"Your dirty mutt is a pathetic, blind idiot to prefer
Kikyou over your living, beating perfection," he admits quietly with
only the mildest hint of mockery in his voice.
He decides he prefers the bright, hard obsidian of her
eyes when they glitter with haughty, righteous anger. Like that, they resemble
Kikyou's, but unlike the icy chill of the other miko's holier than thou
attitude, there is a certain hidden need to be liked by others that is
tantilizingly close to the surface in Kagome.
He cannot resist the urge to exploit such a flaw.
"You can understand what it is to look helplessly on as
your love is taken by another. You can understand the bitter frustration that
comes from not having your earnest yearnings returned in kind," he
whispers with sultry seduction as he comes to stand beside her, his fingertips
coming to rest lightly on her hip.
"You know what it is to feel as if the very heart in
your breast beats for another who treats your feelings as if they are a common,
repulsive weed," he purrs deep and throatily as he walks behind her, his
touch skimming the sensitive skin of her lower belly.
His secretive smile is wickedly amused as she shivers under
his caresses, listening to his words despite trying not to.
"Has he broken your heart yet, little miko? Have you
drank deeply of anguish and dispair every time he avoids meeting your
eyes?" he forms the words against her left temple, his lips tickling her
hairline even as his long, clever fingers soothingly stroke the inside of her
right hipbone.
"You understand what I felt, everytime I lay there
helpless under her care, knowing she was going to him, don't you Kagome?"
he states with soft finality, biting back a darkly amused chuckle as her body
relaxes against his. Her sympathy is so easy to arouse, even after all the evil
she has witnessed.
"You cannot lie to yourself, even when you wish to. You
cannot stop your heart from aching, even when you wish to. You cannot deny your
body's hunger, even when you wish to..." he barely whispers as he brushes
a butterfly kiss against the outward curl of her ear.
"I will ease you," he promises silkily as his
long, large hand splays possessively over her abdomen and slides with deceptive
gentleness down towards her dark curls. His teeth almost draw blood from his
lower lip as he struggles to repress the sinuous slither of dark triumph that
threatens to spill out in a husky laugh as she stills with held breath. So very
trusting, so very naive...the rosy blush that steals across her cheeks pushes
him beyond his control as she allows him to slip his finger into the crevice of
her wet folds. He delays the moment of her realization by hiding the ugly, evil
expression on his face in her hair.
With expert deliverance, his fingers dance over her clitoris
until her hips are jerking in time to his strokes. The unnatural sharpness of
his teeth brush the tender skin under her chin as he feels more than hears the
soft unformed sounds in her throat as she responds to his caresses.
His hands are exquisitely gentle and refrained as he gathers
her body against his. His fingers glisten with her moisture as his hands steal
slowly, inevitably towards her high, sweet breasts. The harsh hitch in his
breath is matched by her soft sigh as the weight of each settles into the cup
of his palms. Her shallow pants fall in time with the ragged cadence of his as
his thumbs brush over the swollen, hard nubs of her nipples. Her hands fly up
and grip his biceps as the rough calluses of his thumbtips make her arch her
breasts into his hands.
"Mmm," she whimpers, her awareness lost amid the
sweet delusion of her body's desire. "Mmmore..."
Silent and obliging, he leans over and flicks his tongue
over one red tip. Her response is instant and demanding as she thrusts her
chest upwards into easy reach. Once and again his tongue teases and retreats
until her fingernails in his arm are leaving dark half moon bruises. Finally,
mercifully his mouth descends on one breast as his hands grip her waist and
urge her on tiptoe.
He is still suckling her with long, enflaming pulls of his
mouth when his knee imposes itself between hers and the prod of his erection
nestles intimately against the slick wetness of her sex. His hands stray down
to clamp onto the insides of her thighs, pulling them up and apart as he lifts
her. She makes a half hearted, worried, questioning sound in her throat as he
enters her with one masterful, savage thrust.
Her scream is piercing and darkly, electrically exciting as
she bucks and writhes against him, impaling herself further on his hard length.
He allows the malicious, sardonic chuckle he has been biting back to spill out
as he clamps his arms around her waist and easily holds her prisoner.
Each vicious thrust tears a whimpered cry of betrayal and
pain from her as the blood and moisture of her virgin passage gradually ease
his invasive movements. With an impatient grunt, he throws them to the ground,
pinning her beneath him as he continues to pump in and out of her. Time and
again he adjusts the angle of her hips until with a savage snarl, he finds the
perfect friction. Intimately derogatory insults fall from his lips like sweet
nothings, and her face flames with shame as they make her freshly wet with
their shocking, graphic detail.
The smooth rapidity of his strokes falter as his erection
kicks inside of her, and the fingers that pinch her nipple and clitoris are
cruelly efficient as with a hiccuped sob she shatters beneath him. His
primative grunt of satisfaction sounds loud in her ear as he empties himself
inside of her.
His manner is coldly apathetic as he wipes himself clean on
her shirt, not once glancing at where she is curled up in a fetal position on
the ground. His motions are once more his usual, effected grace as he dons his
robes. Then, at last he looks at her, pausing long enough to leer at the dark
love marks he has left on her pale skin. His crimson eyes degrade her with
every inch they cover as he slowly and purposefully looks her over.
With a flourish, he relinquishes the sleeping fox kit until
it is cradled safely in his arms.
"As per our agreement," he drawls with smug
indulgence as he leans over to deposit the child in her straining arms. "I
always remember to pay my whores," he whispers caressingly into her ear as
he leaves the fox kit in her embrace.
Stealing one more mocking touch along her cheek with his
knuckles, he turns and leaves with all the dangerous dignity of a satisfied
predator. The sudden, soft burst of her sobs fall on his ears like a lilting
lullaby as he prowls leisurely away.
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