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Defining Torture
By : CoffeeGyrl
Category: InuYasha > General
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Kohaku�s eyes flew to her face at the girlish giggle. She had quickly bit her full lips but a smile still lingered in her gaze. Ah, so the wind witch was ticklish was she? Well then, now to fulfill the first part of the order and see if he could get her to beg him to stop. He kept tickling her stomach with the feather making her laugh and twist in the chains. Did she have any idea how beautiful she was? He was sure no one else had ever seen her the way she was now, her dark hair falling in soft waves around her face, ruby eyes sparkling like the finest of gems and full soft lips stretched over a dazzling smile. Not the smirk she always gave but a true smile.

He kept up the flicking feather mercilessly chasing her belly button as it�s target as she squealed and twisted in the grip of the chains. Her breath was coming harsher now and she struggled to keep breathing as the sounds she was making were growing fewer and fewer. Eventually all sounds ceased as all she could do was wheeze and shake, when he saw the tears start to trickle out of her eyes he stopped and let her catch her breath.

Kagura fought for breath, her sides heaving as he finally released her from the madding feather, her heart beating so hard it felt like it would leave her breast. She was shaking all over, her belly muscles spasming as a fine sheen of sweat coated her body. Damn but she had almost given in, she had no idea what he was doing to her body as she had never felt these things before and wondered at the power of a simple little feather. Her whole body had cramped up her vision blurring with tears as inhaling became an impossible thing. Her body continued to shake and tremble as he tenderly kissed away the tears. She grit her teeth strengthening her resolve again, this reaction was unexpected but she still wasn�t going to beg.

Kohaku gently stroked her face as her breathing leveled out, soothing her, when the trembling had subsided he trailed kisses across her neck running his tongue along her collar bone. He ran just the very tip of his tongue from her neck across her breast leaving a trail, like a hentai snail across a marble maiden in a garden. He avoided the nipple and gently lapped at the undersides before with only the lightest of touches grazed her bud with his teeth. All the while stroking her sides with the twin feathers curving around her hips and fluttering over her thighs.

Kagura hissed and tried to push her breast into his mouth, but he pulled back only using the light tingling touches making her skin buzz like the sky before a thunderstorm. She was panting again as heat in her belly was growing into an unbearable pressure. She nearly wept in relief when he finally put the feathers aside and moved his hands to her aching core, both easing the pressure and making it that much worse. A gasp escaped her as he flicked his tongue against her.

The knee pads were coming in handy as Kohaku buried his face in her lap driving his tongue against her. He slowly slid two fingers inside of her wet passage and pressed them up, feeling the wind elemental clench around him. With the focus of a hunter he watched for her release as she panted and moaned above him, when it started to come he backed off making her growl with frustration. He smiled before diving back in, determined not to allow her release until she begged this time. Although he wasn�t sure he would make it as his hips ground against the floor in rhythm to his lapping desperate to relieve the throbbing of his stiff member. By the tenth time he had almost let her cum she finally shrieked out.

�Oh for gods� sake, I�m begging you please stop torturing me and keep going!�

The wind sorceress barely had time to recognize what she had said as the determined demon slayer finally pushed her off the cliff she had been standing on and into the most intense pleasure she could ever remember. She screamed and bucked against him as he kept after her with that madding tongue, making her crash over and over again in mind blowing pleasure. Somewhere after the fourteenth time it was bordering on painful as she couldn�t think, couldn�t breathe, all she could hear was the beat of her own heart in her ears and she felt like she had touched lighting. She couldn�t remember anything other than this needed to stop before she blew apart into a million pieces. Gathering what very few wits she had about her Kagura cried out.

�Stop Kohaku, please stop I can�t take anymore.�

The sound of his name falling from her lips triggered his own orgasm and with a loud groan he spasmed in her lap as they both relearned how to breathe. It was several minutes later that he could find the strength to rise up and look at her. Her face was sweaty and flushed with tendrils of hair sticking to her cheeks, her breasts slick with sweat gleamed in the blue fire of the chains, but the warmth in her eyes was rapidly fading. He could tell she was embarrassed to have given in and begged him for release, or anything for that matter, she was so very proud.

As he watched, she drew herself up pulling her pride around her shoulders like a cloak. He felt his own awkwardness rising as the power of Naraku�s order faded within himself. Avoiding her gaze he drew her robes around her again and carefully tied them the way they were before. He combed her hair with his fingers back into a high ponytail like his own, and placed the feathers into her hand again so she could shrink them down to their original size before placing them in her hair once more. He gathered his discarded armor and dressed without meeting her eyes.

Kagura watched as he righted her robes and returned her to the state she had been in before this whole ordeal. And while she could still feel a pulse beating like a second heart beat between her thighs, she couldn�t look him in the eye. It was just too humiliating, she had begged. The wind goddess who could bring a full grown wolf demon to his knees with the wave of her wrist had begged a human teenage boy for mercy. And while it was the most amazing feeling she had ever felt her pride stung her too deeply to let this go.

The creaking of the cellar door announced Naraku�s arrival just as Kohaku finished tying on his mask.

�Leave the castle Kohaku.� And without a backward glance the young demon slayer left.

Naraku turned dull red eyes to the wind elemental before him, she looked entirely too composed, as regal as a queen even in chains. With a flick of his wrist more chains formed and crisscrossed over her chest and arms and wrapped around her throat cutting off her air a little, making her eyes go wide in panic again. Yes much better, without a word he turned and left her in the dark basement with only the light from the blue flames to warm her. While he was please that Kohaku had brought down the proud wind demon enough to make her beg, he was even more pleased that the boy had finally embraced an order from him bringing him that much closer to the corruption of his soul.

This is what Naraku truly wanted of his young demon slayer for him to kill his sister of his own free will with only the warmth of Naraku�s power flowing in his veins. As of yet only Kikyo had met his expectations, that it had been her own choice to seal her love to that tree with only a scratch and a few harsh words from Naraku was his greatest pleasure.

Kohaku lay on a rock rubbing his sore jaw, his armor drying in the sun as he thought about what had happened. How was he supposed to act around her now? The confidence that had filled him when he touched her had faded leaving him horny and confused. She had looked so aloof, so regal he was certain she didn�t want to talk about it. But would she ever? He blanched at the thought, no he didn�t think so.

And now he was back to being Naraku�s puppet and he would probably have to ride her feather eventually, but this time it would be even worse. To be so close to her and not touch her again, not bring her to release over and over, to hear his name spoken with that amazing voice of hers. He looked to the sky as the wind blew tendrils of his drying hair around his lightly freckled face and sighed, now that was torture.

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Defining Torture	By : CoffeeGyrl Category: InuYasha > General Views: 4745 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Defining Torture