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Moonlight's Shadow	By : northstar Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female > Naraku/Kagome Views: 40637 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own InuYasha, nor make money from this story.

Chapter List
- 2
- 3
- 4
WARNINGS: NC17. Rape. Torture. Humiliation. Violence. Language.

Disclaimer: Don�t own Inuyasha, a fact which the characters
are very, very thankful for�

[A/N] Another chapter. And yes, right off the bat, I�ll tell
you it�s a cliffhanger. The next chapter will be the end of this scene for
sure. I kept trying to squeeze the final part onto the end of this chapter, but
after this much build up I couldn�t do it justice in a couple paragraphs. So
into the next chapter it goes. Sorry =P

Ch 3 Betrayal

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She expected him to finish the act roughly and brutally now
that she couldn�t resist. Instead he explored her body with a kind of careless
wonder, like a small child with a new toy. A subtle joy lurked in his dark
eyes; although joy was too pure and clean a word to describe his current
emotion. Rather, it was him reveling in the fact that he had her completely at
his disposal. His fingers skimmed along her smooth skin, the calluses on their
tips slightly abrasive. Amusement flickered across his face when he found a
ticklish area and she gave an involuntary little start. Other than that, Kagome
lay quiet under him; the rebellion in her eyes the only sigh of her former
struggles. The hunger in Naraku had receded behind his customary, secretive
smile and was biding its time. She knew it would surface again soon enough, and
tried to do nothing to arouse it in the meantime.
It was one of the few choices she had left, and one she made
to stall for time. Right now he wasn�t hurting her and though her skin crawled
under his touch, the alternatives of what he could be doing to her were far
worse.
Where are you Inuyasha?!?!? she thought frantically.
She stared at the door, as if by sheer will alone she could make Inuyasha come
instantly to her rescue.
If you come too late�
She let the sentence hang unfinished in her mind, unwilling
to think about the consequences. No matter what, she couldn�t let Naraku win.
As if sensing her distraction, he pinched her right nipple
and gave it a cruel twist. Her eyes, soft and vague, snapped back to his face
as she gave a small cry of pain.
�Good,� he said. �I thought I had lost your attention there
for a moment.�
The look of violence was back in his eyes, and Kagome froze,
her instinctive fright a bitter and acidic taste in the back of her thickening
throat. Her gaze was fastened on him as she watched to see what he would do
next. Gone was her rebellion and resolve as she anticipated the pain and terror
he was going to cause.
A part of her sneered in contempt at her vanished bravery. All
that remained of her pride was an angular, razor sharp shard of hatred that
penetrated to her core. She couldn�t tell if she hate him or herself more, and
couldn�t find the strength to care. She felt hollow and rotten inside where her
innate kindness and innocence had once flourished. Only her love for the people
she cared for never wavered, holding her together despite her own weakness.
She met Naraku�s dark gaze, her own eyes glittering with
defiance.
He smiled a dark smile, running the fingernail on his
forefinger down the bruised plane of her cheek. The touch was phantom soft,
like a spider crawling across her skin, and unsettling.
�You will think only of this Naraku,� he commanded silkily,
�Or else.�
He curled his finger, digging the edge of the nail into her
abused skin. She flinched away, but her eyes remained locked with his. The vulgar
urge to spit in his face, to express her contempt for him, was stronger than
she had ever felt before, but the thinnest threads of her terror and her own
innate decency held her back. Barely. Containing the surge of aggression made
her eyes flare, darkening them to a black-brown that was alive with fury.
A muscle in Naraku�s groin twitched with excitement and his
erection bobbed, as if giving her a grotesque bow. His face changed with his
growing lust, his cool mask gone. There was no disguise left over his predatory
nature, and as he bent over her, his eyes gleamed as bright and as mad as a
fanatical serial killer.
�Little miko,� he rumbled deep in his chest as his breath
bathed her collarbones.
She felt her jaw clench against the terrified scream forming
in her throat, felt her lips curl back in a showing of teeth that was in no way
a smile. Fresh fear flashed through her, turning her stomach, fisting her
hands, tingling in her brain like the distant wail of sirens.
At the first touch of the tip of his wet, warm tongue on her
neck, she went rigid, her skin pricking with goose-bumps and her hair standing
on end. Even as he began to clean the drying blood from her skin, she remained stiff
and unyielding. His tongue was rougher than a human�s, more like Buso�s, and the
pressure and glide of it was erotic. She had always had a tender neck and the
addition of pain from the wounds with the pleasure sent overwhelming waves of sensation
through her. She couldn�t not respond and found herself panting softly,
her heartbeat elevated.
�You taste like food,� he growled/purred against her
throat. �And I�m very, very hungry.�
The words spiked her terror and she squirmed half heartedly
beneath him, arousing him more. Against her stomach, his erection swelled at
her struggles. It lay there trapped between their bodies, pressing into the
vulnerable hollow of her belly. The muscles deep within her secret place clenched
and relaxed at the thought of that hardness entering her. She found herself
breathless, as if she couldn�t fully expand her diaphragm, and had to settle
for several shallow gasps in place of one deep breath.
The edge of fear was foremost in her mind, becoming her most
consuming emotion. Her arousal, instead of blunting the edge, only made it
keener, thinning the blade so that it sliced through her more easily. Like a
lethal cocktail of drugs, pleasure and pain only heightened her ability to
feel, enhancing her sensual input to overload.
She gave a little cry, more a meow really, like the cry of a
blind newborn kitten for its mother. It was a lost and yearning sound, a plea
for safety and reassurance amid a new, confusing and frightening world. But
there was no safety for her, no caring, sheltering presence to shield her. She
was alone, in the dark, and the monster under the bed was real. And that ravenous
monster was hunting specifically for her.
Naraku flexed his hips, rubbing himself against her giving flesh.
The inner ring of muscles clenched inside her in response. She cried again,
fearing the dark, fearing the monster above her, fearing herself and reactions
of her body.
�Excellent,� he purred, but the feral edge to it made
the word almost unrecognizable. His face showed his dark delight, his arrogant
assumption that he could do as he pleased with her.
She spat into that display of confidence, defying him with
every fiber of her being. The act was an instant, primitive response to his
show of male dominance. She watched with sharp satisfaction as her saliva
trailed down to his chin. Part of her was horrified at her behavior; part of
her was terrified of what he would do in response, but part of her also
glorified in the fact that she had wiped the smugness off his face. A grim
little smile twisted her lips. Let him hurt her. Let the pain remind her traitorous
body that he was the enemy.
His fist across her face was almost a relief, the bright
explosion of pain radiating through her skull like a harsh, corrosive,
cleansing force. She tasted blood and choked on the liquid gathering in her
mouth. She could feel the bruise along her cheekbone worsening with the new
abuse, felt her busted lip swell and bleed.
�I HATE YOU!!� she screamed into his face. �I HATE
YOU!!�
He hit her again, silencing her.
�I will kill you,� Naraku voiced his ultimatum in a
low, careful tone. His eyes were red and vivid, obsessed and purely evil. �But
first I will make you cum for me. I will make you shout my name. I will take
you again and again, until I am appeased. Then I will kill you and leave you as
food for the vermin.�
Kagome felt the saliva gather on her tongue, wanting nothing
more to spit on him again. His hand closed around her face, his fingernails
digging into the hollows of her cheeks.
�Don�t,� he commanded emphatically.
He tipped her head back and she swallowed convulsively. She
was silent, her eyes conveying her intense animosity. Still holding her
captive, he fished a small vial out a hidden pocket in his robe. The tan powder
inside shifted as he lifted it to his mouth and pulled the cork out with his
teeth. Guessing his intent, she fought him earnestly, but could not wrench
away. With thumb and fore finger he pried her teeth apart, emptied the drug
into her mouth, and pushed her jaw closed with the palm of his hand. He
continued the motion until her neck was extended, her chin raised.
�Swallow.�
�Ug-noo,� she coughed out.
�Swallow!� he demanded.
She fought, trying to whip her head away, but in the end,
she felt the drug dissolve and slide down her throat, coating her mouth with a
strange, chalky aftertaste. Naraku removed his hand, and she gratefully dropped
her chin, turning her head to the side and spitting out what of the drug was
left in her mouth.
�Disgusting,� Naraku commented, his control sliding into
place as he stood and stepped over her.
As soon as he was off of her, she was already pushing
herself towards her hands. She managed to sit upright, her wrists wrenched into
an unnatural position. She bent down and set her teeth in the silk knot, but
sensing movement, raised her head to look Naraku in the eye. He stopped his
advance, his cold gaze assessing her.
She didn�t try to undo the tie again.
Instead she huddled miserably under his occasional glances,
watching him as he fussed delicately with his singed hair and burned scalp.
Satisfaction, measly though it was, came with the thought that she had caused
that damage.
In fact, she felt better than she had moments before. Warmth,
deceptively mild and pleasant, blossomed in her abdomen and worked its way up
her spine and into her brain. The starkness and desperation of her fear receded
as if thawed away. She still felt terror; as giddy headiness. Her hatred, the
doubts and dark thoughts she had against herself, burst like bubbles, tickling
the base of her brain. She knew that she feel like weeping, that harsh sobbing
of the hopeless, but strangely enough, she thought that if she opened her
mouth, she might giggle. Whatever had been bothering her seemed insignificant. She
tugged at her bindings, uncomfortable but not protesting.
�Why am I tied?� she wondered almost absently.
�Because you�ve been a bad girl,� Naraku told her.
�I have?� she asked, feeling like there was something very
important she should be remembering. Her mind felt fuzzy, like someone had
smothered all her thoughts in cotton.
�But you�re going to do everything I tell you, right?�
�I am?� she voiced, a hint of apprehension filling her voice
as he knelt near her. She wasn�t sure that she liked the person beside her, but
for the life of her, couldn�t come up with a good reason why she won�t like
him.
�Yes,� he said with absolute conviction. He reached out,
gently, and cupped her breast.
She looked down at the hand that was touching her, as if
wondering how it had gotten there, but made no move escape him. She looked back
up at him, naivety making her eyes as bright as a rabbit�s.
�What are you doing?� she asked with curiosity and a little
bit of unease. She knew she didn�t like him touching her there, but stayed
silent. She was a good girl, after all, and always did what she was told.
�Raping you,� he replied evenly.
�Oh,� she said in a very small voice. �Will it hurt?� she
wanted to know. Again, there was something she should be thinking of, something
that should be consuming her attention, but it was only a passing, nagging
suspicion.
�Only if I want it to,� he responded, leaning in to capture
her lips in a kiss. He swept the pad of his thumb over her tight nipple,
enjoying the little gasp of surprise she gave. His mouth closed over the small
�o� of hers; his tongue slipping in to meet hers.
�Un-na,� she mumbled into his mouth. He ignored her effort
to talk, engaging her with the slick sliding of his tongue over hers. As he
deepened the kiss, she made a small sound of pain as he pressed against her
busted lip. That didn�t prevent her from leaning into the kiss, meeting him
with eagerness. Her previous reluctance vanished as pleasure, sweet and heady,
flooded through her. The twinge of pain gave her pause, but only for a moment.
He pulled away, breaking contact. She remained forward, her
body language relaxed and inviting. When he eyed her with speculation, she
cocked her head in question.
�Are we going to do that again?� she asked. Part of her was
screaming inside her head, but the drug induced golden haze kept her from
caring. She wanted to explore this new feeling, as eager as a kid in a candy
store.
Naraku stood and took his erection in one hand, pointing the
tip at Kagome. Her eyes focused on it, and as he pushed it towards her face,
she went cross eyed and had to blink several times to see straight again. She
looked up at him for direction.
�Kiss it,� he commanded.
She reached up; her fingers and thumb encircling his penis
tentatively. He let go and although her grasp tightened, it was still gentle.
�Hello,� she said softly, gravely. Then her lips fluttered
over the smooth, cool, alabaster flesh of the head.
Naraku shivered, his breath coming harshly. �Lick it,� he
instructed, his voice edged with tension.
Her eyes darted from his face to his penis, then closed.
Like a small child told to taste ice cream for the first time, she stuck her
tongue out and touched it to the opaque droplet that perched at the very tip.
Her eyes flew open, her tongue darting back into her mouth.
�It�s bitter,� she half complained, half explained. She
smacked her lips. �And salty.�
�Suck it,� he demanded, excitement thickening his cold tone.
�But-� she began to protest.
�Do it,� he bit out.
She offered no more resistance, sealing her lips around the
small slit, and sucked obediently.
�More,� he said as his hand came to rest on her head
and he pushed into her mouth.
She swallowed more of his length with a small sound, still
sucking on what was inside of her. When he reached the back of her throat, she
choked and pulled back, but stopped at the sound of his snarl. She submitted to
having the rest of him shoved down her throat. She started gagging, started to
retch, but he was pulling out and she gasped in a breath around his length.
Then the hand on the back of her head was holding her steady as he thrust his
penis into her mouth as far as it would go.
�Nnn�� she protested.
�Open your mouth, close your lips,� he snapped. She
complied.
In and out, in and out he went, hitting the back of her
throat each time, almost causing her to throw up, pushing her towards that
result. Her eyes fastened in his face with distracted fascination, watching the
strain form along his brow and in his eyes. He looked as if he was in pain.
�Nnn�� she tried again. Then gagged for real; coughing as
the contents of her stomach worked their way up her throat.
�NNN!� she moaned urgently. He removed himself from
her barely in time for her to turn her head and throw up on the floor.
He watched her empty her stomach with a mixture of emotions
written on his face, standing back out of range. He allowed her a couple deep
gasps before he issued his next command.
�Get on your hands and knees.�
Kagome looked up at him weakly. �Do I have to?�
�Now!� he growled, and she scrambled to obey at once,
freezing once she was in position, her body trembling.
He walked around behind her and her eyes followed him
nervously, her childlike trust beginning to break. Most of the drug he had fed
her now lay on the floor, what little was left in her system would be wearing
off soon.
He knelt, one hand coming to rest on her flank. She trembled
harder under his touch, licking her dry lips in a subconscious gesture.
�Are you going to hurt me?� she whispered.
He didn�t answer, his attention occupied by the tender flesh
displayed before him. Like a hidden, exotic, priceless blossom, the folds of
her opening lay glistening before him. Plump and ripe, slick and ready, he ran
a finger from the small ridge of skin just below her anus down into the trench
of her sex, parting her nether lips. She shivered and shook under his touch,
but did not dare move away.
She gave a small whimper. �It feels weird,� she complained.
He ignored her, his finger coming to rest over the small
nubbin of flesh hidden in her valley. He rubbed a small circle over it and was
rewarded with a small seepage of new moisture. She made a sweet little sound,
like a baby bird. He repeated his action, smiling with contempt and
satisfaction as she made the sound again.
�Do you like that?� he asked.
�Again,� she agreed. His smile deepened and he complied.
�More,� she prompted as he ceased.
�What does it feel like?� he asked.
�Too many knots,� she replied. She pushed against his hand,
urging him to do more.
�Explain,� he demanded.
�It�s like string,� she replied impatiently this time,
obviously irritated at having to clarify.
�It�s all knotted up in my belly,� she explained. �And hot.
It feels too hot.� She pushed against him again. �More,� she prompted again.
His finger moved, then he pinched her clitoris between
thumbnail and fingernail. She yipped at the sudden pain and pleasure, leaning forward.
�Stay put,� he warned. He traced the length of her opening
with the pad of his middle finger, then began to push it inside. She rocked
forward, not quite disobeying, but stretching his command. He ground his teeth,
and audible sound that made her go still.
�But it�s strange!� she whined. �It�s bad!�
His smile was hungry as he continued to penetrate her. She
was uneasy and nervous and the muscles in her sheath were clenched, resisting
his finger just as they would resist his cock. Scorching and liquid, she
surrounded his finger as closely as a rubber glove, but felt as soft as velvet
and sensual as flowing water. He couldn�t wait to bury himself in her, but
wanted her desperate and wanting first. He would hear his name on her
lips
�Bad,� she persisted.
Reluctantly he pulled his finger out, almost undone by the
way her muscles contracted around him, hampering his retreat. His vision
dimmed, his eyes flared red, at the thought of forcing himself into her when
she was this tight. He reminded himself that he wanted the satisfaction of her
begging him, and reined in his hunger.
Patience, he counseled himself.
Perhaps he should have chosen a different drug, one that
made her ready to have sex with anything that moved, instead of one that made
her simple and compliant. The pleasure she felt at his touch was her own, and
in the end, that had been the most important thing to him. It was the key to
corrupting her purity, to driving her and Inuyasha apart, and making her
vulnerable to his control.
He wondered how long it would take, using the drug, to make
her pliant. Of course, she would have to be returned to Inuyasha�s group some
time so that their little drama could play out, but after that, he could keep
her to himself. As a black miko, Kagome could wield the corrupted Shikon No
Tama. She would make a valuable servant, although Naraku allowed himself no
illusions as to why he really wanted her. His twisted desire for her-for Kikyo-went
as deep as his core, engraved there by Onigumo. With Kagura, rape was merely
another tool he used to control her. With Kagome, it would be because he
craved, even needed it.
He rubbed a slow, up and down motion across her clitoris until
she was pushing against him again. He leaned forward, flicking his tongue out
to taste her. All motion from her ceased and he could sense her surprise and
puzzlement. He did it again, watching her turn to look over her shoulder at him
with apprehension and wonder.
�Mmm-um,� she articulated in a half whimper/half question.
He bent in and pressed his tongue against the beginning of
her folds, gliding it over her clitoris in one long, smooth stroke.
�mmm,� her throat vocalized without her conscious effort. The
sound was soft and unformed, coming from her instinctively.
Using the tip, he tickled her with his tongue. Creamy and
sticky, her sex welled in response, a stray drop running down into his mouth.
�Ah!� she inhaled sharply, her frame shivering with
excitement.
He did it again, his hands on her thighs to prevent her
retreat.
�Hah, hah, hah, Ah!� she panted for him, her last
breath a low cry.
He paused, the space of a heartbeat, then continued
unrelenting.
�Ah, ah, ah! S-stop! Ah!� she cried for him. �Ah! No--ah!
Ah, ah! Don�t!�
�Don�t?� he queried between flicks, �Or don�t stop?�
�Don�t�ah, ah�stop,� she managed to say between
breaths.
He gave her a couple more flicks, just because she tasted so
sweet, then pulled back to look at her flushed face. Her dark hair had dried,
her damp perspiration making it curl wantonly around her cheekbones in little
wisps. Her face was a warm pink, her cheeks a deeper rose, and her lips were
dark and ripe and red. Her brown eyes were fevered, hazy with passion, velvety
and gleaming with unshed tears. She looked back at him with wanting in her
gaze, the beginnings of lust and need.
He smiled, showing strong white teeth for the first time. He
crept up and over her, covering her smaller frame with his. Bringing his face
close to hers, he met her dreamy, confused eyes with his own clear, leering
ones.
�Do you want more?� he teased, nibbling along her shoulder
up to her neck. As his lips brushed against where her neck met her shoulder,
she shivered. He licked it, then blew a cool breath over it, watching her skin
raise with goose-bumps. His smile was slow and utterly assured; it made her
shiver again with anticipation.
�Yes,� she admitted softly, her apprehension a delicious
side to the dizzy sensations that were making her head spin, her sheath ache,
her abdomen do summersaults. She couldn�t remember why she had objected to this
before, couldn�t remember what had been so important that she would turn such
pleasure down.
�Say my name,� he commanded softly, his tone deceptively
casual.
�N-� she trailed off. He reached beneath her, his finger
hovering over that magical spot he had found.
�N-naraku!� she cried as she shuddered eagerly. �Please?�
she whimpered.
The darkness in his smile was frightening, but as his long,
talented fingers resumed their dance over her clitoris, she found herself not
caring. His other hand found her left nipple, shaping and squeezing the bud
with expert finesse. When he slid two fingers inside of her, his thumb putting
pressure on her clit, she instinctively moved against him, raising her haunches
for him like a bitch in heat.
She was taunt and ready, hot and slick with sweat. She felt
as if she was in a sauna, as if her own skin was too fragile to contain all the
building heat. She was dizzy and achy, a delicious pressure growing in her
skull and a yawning emptiness opening up between her legs. She felt incomplete,
as if she was missing something, but the burning weight of Naraku above her
reassured her that she would be getting what she needed very, very soon.
She hovered on the brink of climax, awaiting only his
consent to plunge over the edge. Her hair hung limp about her drooping head,
shielding her view of his face. Had she seen the grotesque twinning of twisted
love and perverted hunger that shaped his face into a demonic leer, she might
have sobered up immediately, but the drug had robbed her of deeper thought, and
desire had wiped away all thinking at all. It was only when he asked her a
question, one that took a moment to filter through her fogged brain, that she
paused to consider what exactly was happening.
�Do you love me?� he had purred in her ear as he stroked her
body. Her first, immediate impulse was to appease him, to say yes, but she
hesitated, a flash of amber eyes snapping through her head.
�I-� she faltered. Her raging body screamed for her to give
the right answer so that he would give her release. Recognition of those amber
eyes curled her stomach with unease, and she couldn�t voice the answer her
senses clamored for.
�Say you love me,� he commanded smoothly, a subtle edge of
violence to his tone.
�I-� she tried again, yet could not say it. �I-� she tried
to say anything, her desperation growing. She could sense him tensing for
action and fear flushed through her veins like ice water.
Inuyasha! her inner voice cried out instinctively. It
was like a pebble dropped into a still pond as waves upon waves of memories and
awareness swept over Kagome.
Inuyasha, she silently mourned, what have I done?
�I hate you,� she said quietly, clearly. �I hate
you!� she cried brokenly, the tears in her eyes spilling over as she came back
to herself. Her sobs were silent and bitter, wrenching her shoulders as she
bowed her head in shame.
How could she enjoy his touch? How could she call his name? Inuyasha
was the one she loved. Inuyasha was the one she wanted touching her.
How could she? How could she?!?!?!?!

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