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Moonlight's Shadow	By : northstar Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female > Naraku/Kagome Views: 40638 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter List
- 3
- 4
- 5
RATING: NC17
WARNINGS: VIOLENCE. RAPE. HUMILIATION. Bad language.

[AN] Yay, I updated. The warnings
are valid. Really. I mean it this time. Although if
you�ve come this far, I can�t see you being deterred by them. For all of those
of you that are sickened by this, yes yes I know, its depraved and wrong. For all of you�including me, who
wrote this�who like this�.hmm, let�s just say that we�re some sick puppies. Oh,
and, I just wrote this, its not been reviewed or beta�ed
or anything else, so excuse typos, but I�m at camp, so its either post it or
lose it, so deal. I know this update is late. You don�t know how long I have
had most of this done, but doing the climax of this scene has been hard to write.
It didn�t help either that I�ve been too busy, thanks to a certain professor,
to do any writing. So blame him, and the scene. Oh, and I know I put the
pairing as Naraku and Kagome. It is, at least for
this part. When I set out to write this, this is as far as I expected to get,
but I�ve had more ideas on how to continue the story, so we�ll see. Anyways, enough out of me.

Enjoy.

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Ch 4 Branded

Naraku gave a snarl of rage,
listening to the sound of her sobs. How dare she!! How
dare she deny him his revenge!!! He
wrested with the overwhelming urge to rend her to pieces, to spatter her blood
across virgin walls and spill her innards across the white, white sheets of the
futon. He trembled with the force of his fury, his control slipping ever faster
as he drew closer to a blind, intense blood rage.
He wanted her,
desired to control, to destroy her with a driving need that eclipsed all else.
How dare she not want him in return!!
How dare she reject HIM!!!!
Kagome felt her tears trickle down her nose, dripping off
the tip. The droplets were cool and wet as they fell on the backs of her tied
hands. Blanketing despair, thick and uncompromising, settled around her heart
like a stifling shield as part of her finished its death throws and lay still.
A strange calm dominated her; she felt achy and hollow, but shock kept the real
pain at bay. Within the silence her thoughts drifted and she followed without
protest.
How could she be so weak? What had happened to her strength?
To the vitality of her youth? She felt like a broken
toy, tucked away in the bottom of the chest along with the other forgotten
relicts of the past. Once, she had been loved, cherished, confident of herself
and her position in the world. That had all been shattered by Naraku. What was she, but a substitution for Kikyo? When Inuyasha couldn�t
have Kikyo, who did he turn to? Her.
When Naraku couldn�t have Kikyo,
who did he turn to? Her. They were the same, both of
them. Kikyo came first. Kikyo
always came first. Even she, herself, had put Kikyo
first!!! Why?! Because Inuyasha
loved Kikyo, and because she, Kagome, loved Inuyasha.
�I hate you�� she
sobbed between breaths, but what she really meant was �I hate myself.� She had
always valued herself; now all she could do was despise herself
with a self destructive viciousness that should have been alien to her gentle
nature. And why? For what?
For the wonderful, terrible emotion called love.
�I hate you�so
much�� she choked out, her shoulders hunching inward protectively.
The human part of Naraku, that which was Onigumo, stilled
each time she said those words. Childishly, he wanted her to love him, to look
up at him with adoration. That which was the youkai
spider of Naraku reveled in her hatred, in the
corruption of the pure miko beneath him. The struggle
between Naraku�s divided natures was brutal until Onigumo�s perverse desires overrode his wish for her to
worship him and blended in beautiful accordance with the spider�s twisted
hunger.
�Hate me then,� he purred into her ear. �But you still want
me.�
�Never!� she
hissed, her head coming up defiantly.
�Liar,� he taunted her. He wiggled the two fingers still
within her.
She went stiff underneath him, a shiver of absolute horror
rocketing up her spine. She began to tremble uncontrollably, any lingering
effects of lust disappearing like morning frost. Her warm wetness tightened
around his fingers; clenched, and did not relax. His mouth went dry.
�NO!� she shouted
desperately.
�Look at me,� he commanded silkily, his long, slim, cruel
fingers flicking over her nipple and sending a ripple of unwanted desire
through her.
�Please�No�please�please�no!�
she sobbed, her voice breaking with the last sound as she shuddered and
shivered beneath him.
�Look at me!� he
bit out.
She shook with fear, shaking her head weakly from right to
left as she hid her face with her hair. He clenched his teeth till he drew
blood, fighting the incessant need to hurt
her. Quicker than she could react, he wound a handful of her black tresses
around his hand and jerked her head back, exposing her tear streaked face to
his leering gaze. With his face only inches from hers, he watched with
satisfaction as her terrified brown eyes widened with fear. He removed his
fingers from her passage and smeared her wetness across her parted lips.
�Taste it. Taste your desire for me,� he urged her. The
flash of defiance in her eyes set his temper off like flash fire. Without
hesitation he wrenched her head back until she gasped with pain, then he jammed
his fingers between her teeth, into the cavern of her mouth.
�Taste me!� he
demanded.
Fear and loathing held her immobile, but then, of its own
violation, her tongue curled around the strangely smooth, slightly ridged surface
of his fingers. The taste of salt from his skin and the slick cream of her own
juices sat on her tongue like a heavy, heady omen. She shuddered from head to
toe, a fine, fragile tremor, and swallowed convulsively as her own essence slid
down her throat.
He smiled with indulgence at her as he watched her react
despite herself.
�It would not be so rough on you little miko
if you only did as this Naraku bids,� he chided.
Her eyes flashed, her small, sharp teeth sinking into his
flesh. His eyes flashed in return as he forced his fingers into her mouth until
she gagged.
�I will do as I please with you and you will like it!� he raged. He hauled her hair
farther until her throat was completely extended and the only protest she could
voice was a gurgle of dissent. Had he a blade at hand, he could have slit her
throat easily. He pulled his fingers from her mouth and caressed the taunt,
raised tendon along the side of her neck, leaving behind a trail of wetness.
Delicately, like the first sip a spider takes from its prey, he traced that
trail with the tip of his tongue. His lids grew heavy with satisfaction and his
tongue flicked out to wet his lips as he savored her flavor. Then he bit her,
his teeth sinking into her soft, giving flesh. She cried out, a small sound of
distress, but the end of it dropped several octaves into a deep throated growl
that vibrated through his teeth and into his skull. He purred back, lifting his
head to admire the perfect, bloody imprint of teeth left on her pale neck.
�Hate me, hate me with all your heart!� he encouraged her.
As if unable to resist, he lapped at her blood, and he was pressed close enough
to Kagome that she could feel his heartbeat speed with new excitement. He
started to shift over her, so far gone in his mad hunger that Kagome tensed for
the moment he would ram into her, but a moment of shrewdness turned his leering
grin into a small frown. He contemplated her, then
reached for the edge of the sheet with his free hand. With a few rough yanks,
he had enough to ball into wad of fabric, which he dragged up to Kagome�s lips.
She fought, jerking her head from side to side, but he used her hair to immobilize
her. Their gazes locked, hers panicked, fearful, and defiant; his impatient,
dark, and expectant.
He cocked his head, his dark eyes shuttered. �Open your
mouth for me,� he instructed her in a muted version of his usually smooth, evil
voice.
She didn�t comply, but instead of striking out at her, he
only watched her. For some reason, that unnerved her worse than his violence
had. She sensed, the same way a dog senses its master�s moods, that Naraku had reached some kind of threshold. She trembled
with fear at that vague sense of undefined threat, comprehending, for the first
time, how much worse things could be. Up until now, it had seemed so important
to Naraku that she comply willingly. She had fought
him at every turn yet still he, as she realized now, had
restrained himself and treated her more gently that she would have thought
possible for him.
Onigumo�s love again? she
wondered to herself. If it was, maybe even Naraku
didn�t realize the extent of the influence his human half still had on him. Not
that that revelation did her any good now. She sensed�oh, god! For the first time, she could sense individual jyaki from each of the multitude of lesser youkai that made up Naraku. Like
a roiling, seething mass of leeches, they were hungry, ravenous, and angry,
busily eating away at Naraku�s insides and each other
in a never ending attempt to gain dominance of the body they now inhabited. She
wondered how he even kept himself together, then knew intuitively, with a sick
twist of her gut, that Onigumo�s deprivation eclipsed
several times over the paltry desires of the lesser youkai
hoard.
She shivered and stared into Naraku�s
coolly assessing eyes, noting the lurking, opaque evil in them. If, indeed, it
was Onigumo�s regard for Kikyo
that was holding the youkai at bay, then it was only
just holding. Onigumo loved Kikyo
with total obsession and, with a naivety that only one who had no grasp of
reality could have, expected her love him in return. The only thing that had
saved her thus far was Onigumo�s failure to grasp the
fact that she didn�t desire whatever
it was he wanted to do to her. In his mind, even if she told him no a thousand
times, he still would believe that she was enjoying herself as he raped her.
Naraku�s own patience shocked him,
yet within himself there was a kind of stillness, a
waiting to see which way the balance would tip. Usually, this sense of disunity
would have panicked him into withdrawal to safety, but fatally, he was already
committed beyond recourse. He would have
her no matter what.
Kagome struggled with herself. He was still waiting, waiting
for her to comply, but more importantly, waiting for her to accept him. If she did it, if she opened her
mouth, she would be succumbing to his desires. Surrendering herself
to his whims. Making herself his. Yet if she did not� Her imagination ran wild, and she
quaked with her own evil conjurings. He would feel no
need to coddle her. To be the one upon which the full extent of Naraku�s evil mind was unleashed�
Kagome caught herself, smiling grimly. She was not weak. She was not cowardly. She was no
one�s substitute, even Kikyo�s. She would not yield!
She did nothing more than press her lips into a thin line,
but that was all the answer Naraku needed. His dark
eyes snapped with human temper, then, chillingly, began to glow red as the last
vestige of his humanity faded away permanently. He twisted her head back until
she gasped in pain, then unfeelingly stuffed the
wadded sheet into her mouth. The very lack of excessive violence in the action
turned her insides to ice. He handled her as if she were no more than an
object, a thing he was preparing for use. Before�before his touch had enticed,
had wounded, had defiled, but at least she had remained a thinking, feeling
being to him. She choked on the material in her mouth and had to fight to
breath evenly through her nose to keep herself from hyperventilating. She
moaned deep in her throat as he released her hair. Her neck muscles screamed in
agony as she moved her head.
�Watch me,� he said quietly. �I want to see your face.�
She gave no thought to defying him; she couldn�t have torn
her frightened eyes from him even if she had wanted to. Her stomach
flip-flopped as he rose up on his knees and his hands settled on her hips. She
whimpered, wiggled beneath his touch; his grip clamped around her and held her
still. She felt the blunt tip of his penis nudge against her opening and
couldn�t prevent herself from sucking down the cloth in her mouth as she drew
breath to scream. She coughed, choked, gagged, tears spilling down her cheeks.
He looked down at her impassively, his face frozen into a triumphant, distant
leer. He drew back, she braced�and he paused, reached up and pulled the sheet
out of her mouth. He leaned over, his erection nestling in between her
buttocks, and gave her bleeding neck a languid, possessive lick. She could do
nothing more than flinch away and clench her eyes shut, the light swipe of his
tongue totally unexpected. Quietly, frighteningly, small tingles of response
raced down her skin to her core. His penis twitched against her, brushing
against the sensitive skin between the beginning of
her buttocks at the end of her spine. She shivered; a dark, erratic flutter in
her abdomen.
He rose up over her and took himself in hand. Her nether
lips parted under his invasion, her wet entrance forming a suction seal around
the flared head of his erection with a small pop of air. She trembled like a
frightened horse under him, her muscles clenched with fear, her body glistening
with sweat. Her nails curled into the palm of her hands, drawing blood. Her
busted lip, under the savaging of her teeth, bled freely down her chin. Her
heartbeat raced and skidded frantically. Her mind stood poised on the razor
sharp edge of anticipation, on the brink of uncomprehending, nerve racking
expectation from which she would plummet into the searing, scarring, tangible
reality she dreaded. He clasped his hands around her waist. His hands were
cold; iron hard against her flesh. His penis pulsed where it was poised against
her, the only part of Naraku that was vitally alive.
He set his knees into a stable stance. He pinned her beneath
him. The muscles in his buttocks, stomach, and thighs flexed�
Then he impaled her on the head of his erection.
A scream pored from Kagome�s throat as her tight passage halted
his forward thrust, absorbing the impact of his invasion.
A small, strangled sound came from Naraku�s
throat. A sound of frustration. A
sound of giddy anticipation.
Kagome started to trembled
violently under him, her poor, abused muscles twitching uncontrollably as shock
and fear poured adrenaline through her system. Her head lolled on her neck,
drooping until her hair covered her face.
Naraku adjusted his grip on
Kagome�s hips, working himself relentlessly into her virgin flesh. Reluctantly,
her inner ring of muscles was forced open, allowing him passage to within her.
Kagome sobbed harshly, her breaths raspy, her throat raw.
She clenched and relaxed her fisted hands spasmodically, grasping reflexively
for something, anything. She felt
drained of spirit, defeated into submission. Then, the head of Naraku�s penis pressed unrelentingly against the taunt
barrier of her hymen, and one last surge of fight overtook her.
�NO!� Kagome
screamed with all she had left. �INUYASHA!!�
Naraku snarled and speared his way
through her hymen.
�MINE!!� he hissed
into Kagome�s ear. �YOU ARE MINE!!�
�NEVER!!�
Kagome screamed; her soul in her voice.
�FOREVER!!� Naraku
growled. His temper flared, his madness raged, and Naraku�s
misma rose like a great leviathan.
Out and around her, the black smog billowed, wrapping around
her as if malicious and sentient. It slid along her skin like millipedes with a
thousand tiny tentacles. Kagome shivered with the sensation, some dark part of
her enjoying the feeling. Then, it began to burn, first like bee stings, then
like corrosive acid as it ate away at her skin.
Kagome whimpered in pain. Naraku
chuckled with evil pleasure and the heady glory that was his.
The deep, secret coil of Kagome�s miko
powers stirred, then slowly unwound, spiraling up
through the distraught girl. The raw, tingling power filled the container that
was Kagome. Then like a geyser, it spewed forth from her skin, rushing into Naraku�s black misma like
colliding thunderstorms.
Odd sparks of red and white danced along where they met.
Bolts of purple/orange lightening flashed from one to another. The two powers
refused to mix, swirling around each other like snarling cats.
The power overload bowed Kagome�s spine, arching her into Naraku�s hips where they were joined. She opened her mouth
to scream, to cry in pain, and the black misma
eagerly rushed in, filling the void of her mouth, funneling down her throat.
She choked on it, felt it eating away at her lungs, invading
her bloodstream, working its way to her heart, and knew that her death was
near. So great was her shame, her despondency, that Kagome welcomed the end.
Above her, Naraku�s teeth were
gritted against the pain. Kagome�s miko powers were
poring into him where their bodies were joined, purifying him from the inside
out. He know that if he didn�t act soon, death would
find him. Yet he found that he could not move, much less prevent his looming
demise.
There they hung within the turmoil of their powers, the very
nature of their beings opposing one another. Then Naraku�s
body spasmed and the tainted Shikon
no Tama fell from Naraku�s robe. It landed with a
glassy thunk against the wooden floor nearby. It was
already glowing hotly, the dark swirl of taint restless within it.
Kagome felt her labored breathing ease. The misma inside of her gathered, tingling along the edges of
her miko power. Then, with horrifying ease, Kagome felt
Naraku�s power intertwine around hers.
Above her, Naraku screamed. It was
an inhuman, piercing cry, like that of a dying rabbit. The very inner core of
evil within Naraku writhed as pure, rose hued miko energy streaked through its blackness, seeking its
heart.
Their mingling power swirled around them in a black and rose
spiral, casting eerie shadows across their naked bodies. The harsh sound of Naraku�s pants dropped like staccato notes within the
quieter whooshes of Kagome�s panting. Like some kind of lewd sculpture, there
they were frozen, poised in the moment of intimate joining, these two worst of
enemies.
Kagome could feel the weight and girth of Naraku�s cock within her, but caught within the grip of the
twining powers, there was nothing she could do but think and feel. It was so
solid, heavy and imposing within her, making her feel
fragile and helpless. She could feel herself still trembling, still quaking
from that awful moment when he had taken her virginity, and with it, most of
her girlish dreams.
Naraku shuddered with painful
ecstasy. She was so tight around him, so hot around his engorged flesh. Like a
burning glove, she enveloped his penis. Buried as he was within her, he could
feel the tiny spasms of her vaginal muscles as they shuddered with strain. It
was so very painful, yet so very close to absolute bliss. Naraku
gave a strangled whimper, blindly hungering after the taunting, sweet oblivion
that hung just out of reach.
Under the influence of the tainted Shikon
no Tama, the battle of purity and perversity which had threatened their lives
dissolved, becoming the corruption of the pure, the cleansing of the grotesque.
The mating of good and evil, an agonizingly erotic blend of the corrosive
pleasure of evil and the absolving rapture of good.
The roar and pulse of the combined powers, the raging and
explosiveness, poured through Naraku and Kagome, blurring
the line between the two until with a deep, internal wrenching snap, their souls aligned.
Kagome�s vital fear burst into Naraku
in a heady, adrenaline evoking wave, causing his body to begin to shiver
compulsively. Naraku�s dark hunger charged into Kagome,
bringing her abused, battered body to instant, painfully sensitive arousal.
Kagome sobbed softly, crying out her anguish, crying out how
very desperate she was to have Naraku all the way within her, how very much she needed him to take her.
Naraku growled long and deep,
Kagome�s sweet, spicy, aroused scent making his nostrils flare. He would have her. Take her, again and again, until she cried out her surrender. He
found the strength, out of no where, to drag himself
out of her, inch by shuddering inch. Then he slammed into her, and when he
didn�t penetrate all the way in, he brutally used his grip on her waist and his
powerful form to press his cock the rest of the way in her tiny passage.
Glistening, sweat anointed muscles rippled in his back and legs. The muscles in
his ass flexed, tightening. His balls
hung heavy and full and ripe where they banged against Kagome�s pale thighs.
She was split atwain. Cleaved in two by Naraku as he speared into her. The wet squish of her
juices as he moved within her was more erotic to Kagome�s ears than the
sweetest love poem. Sex was nothing like the beautiful, flowery appeal of
romance. It was sordid, dirty, and naughty. It wasn�t the soulful look of a
besotted boyfriend. It was the harsh slap-slap
of Naraku�s flesh against hers. It wasn�t the soft,
fuzzy feeling evoked by Inuyasha�s cute ears. It was
the violent dominance with which Naraku took his own
pleasure with no thought to her own.
Kagome was filled to the brim by Naraku.
Each time he invaded, she felt a surge of electric excitement that made her gut
clench and her mind soar. A part of her was mortified, shamed, devastated. But
her body was shamelessly hungry, and her brain didn�t care. It felt so good. Given over to it, mind, body,
and soul, Kagome felt the growing pressure, the ever coiling heat that burned within her. She was so close, so close to what ever it was
that gathered inside of her. She was going to explode. She was going to fall
apart; shatter into a million shinning stars.
The slide of himself inside of her, the feel of glorious friction as her vagina became just a
little bit dry, drove Naraku to precarious, new
heights. He was in control. She was
absolutely his. She whimpered and
moved against him eagerly, abandoning the self that made her who she was in
favor for the dark ecstasy of his touch. He could take her. Her, Kagome, was Kagome no more.
She belonged to him.
Above and around them the air shimmered with excess power.
Beside them, the Shikon no Tama burned like a tiny
sun. The slow, tentative mixing of their powers was a thing of the past.
Mindless in passion, neither took note of the gathering disruption as black the
color of the darkest night and rose the color of a
baby�s blush swirled around them in an ever growing maelstrom.
Kagome hovered on the edge, striving towards that elusive
promise. She wanted it! Hungered like she never
had before. Then, when she felt as if she go no
further, endure no more, the orgasm dragged her under like a rip tide, drowning
her as her mouth gaped open to gasp air like a fish. Like a fist, a scream
lodged in her throat, but she couldn�t breathe. Paradise
swept over her, tumbling her from the pinnacle she had reached. It was like
diving through a fireworks studded sky, the sound waves off of the mega booms
ripping through her body. Wave after wave of pain/pleasure/sensation pounded through her. She died and was reborn a thousand
times in that moment. Then the crest passed, and she began the beautiful
plummet into Oblivion.
Naraku was distantly aware when
Kagome tensed and shuddered. Then, a rush of fiery liquid greeted him and her
vaginal muscles clenched like a velvet, heated vise
around his cock. It took his breath away; that erotic tumble of pleasure/pain
through him. The air in his lungs caught and held as her sweet, silken sheath
milked him. Naraku felt his balls tighten, as if
squeezed by an uncaring hand, felt his penis twitch, felt his body shutter;
then his hot seed rushed into her womb in one giant flood as he orgasmed.
The sensation was glorious. Purer than any other emotion Naraku was capable of, it was untainted in a way that
immediately made Naraku a life long addict. It left
him changed and weak, vulnerable in a way he never had been before. Because,
whatever had made Onigumo obsessed with Kikyo, paled in comparison to the tumble of possessive
hunger, dark lust, and almost tender regard that flared in Naraku
when he thought of Kagome.
Trembling and tired, strung out beyond her resistance,
Kagome lapsed into a light coma. Shaky and empty, she allowed her eyelids to
slump closed and her body to go lax.
Naraku slipped out of Kagome and
released her hips, watching her fall into a heap on the floor as she fainted.
He stared at her for a long moment, his expression unreadable. He reached out
towards her face, hesitated, then pushed her sweaty
bangs away from her closed eyes.
�Master,� a cold, flat, childlike voice said behind him.
Naraku whipped around, his dark
eyes menacing as they came to rest on Kanna.
�What?!� he snapped, a hairs breath away from delivering his
servant to death.
�The barrier is down. Inuyasha
approaches,� the little girl reported without so much
as a flicker of fear.
�What?!� Naraku
exclaimed in instant rage.
�There was an explosion. The roof of the castle is gone,� Kanna told him.
Naraku fell silent a moment. Then asked, �How long before he gets here?�
�Any moment,� the pale girl replied. �There is no time.�
Naraku snarled in frustration.
�Have Kagura delay them.�
�Kagura is no longer in the
castle.�
�WHAT?!� Naraku
roared. �Where is she?!�
�I don�t know.�
Naraku rose to his feet and
gathered his robe about him. He turned, looking for the Shikon
no Tama, but it was no where in sight.
�Master,� Kanna interjected.
�What now?!�
�We have to go now,� Kanna stated
calmly. �They are here.�
�Inuyasha does not worry me,� Naraku growled as he continued to hunt for the jewel.
�Kikyo is with him.�
�WHAT?!?! How?...Ka-gur-ra,� Naraku gritted out. He stood tauntly
erect, his hands balled into fists, his form shaking with wrath. His supple
mouth thinned into a grim frown. Purposefully he crouched at Kagome�s naked
form. With a hand on her shoulder, he rolled the girl over onto her back. His
dark eyes swept over her body, memorizing it, branding it. He placed his palm
over her left breast, on top of her beating heart. There was a sizzling sound,
the smell of burnt flesh, and Naraku took his hand
away to reveal the blackened mark of a spider in stalking position, crouching
over Kagome�s heart.
�With this, you are mine,�
he whispered to the unconscious girl. Then he stood and met Kanna�s
blank stare.
�Let�s go,� he commanded as he escaped through the labyrinth
beneath his castle, Kanna quietly trailing behind.

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[A/N] Thanks to all you guys who reviewed. This is was three
chapters long when it reached forty reviews. I think that�s a new record for
me. I know some of you are disappointed that Naraku
actually got to have Kagome, but really, I told you up front what the pairings
were, and that this was a lemon. I set out writing this knowing he was going to
rape her. I like Inuyasha/Kagome pairings, and I�m a
firm believer in cannon couples, but I wanted to see if I could write this. Not
all the stuff I write is dark and perverse. My story Thunderstorm, which is a one shot written from the little girl Rin�s perspective, is one of my fav
pieces. Gentle Goodnight with Kenshin and Kaoru is also a good one, though I haven�t updated
it in a while. Both are posted at fanfiction.net under my other pin, spiralbluefetish. If you have nothing else to do, go read.
If you like, review too.
�Bye for now.
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