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Web of Lies (Naraku/OC/Kagewaki Hitomi)	By : Crystal_Tsukino Category: InuYasha > General > DarkFic Views: 903 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: Inuyasha and it's characters does not belong to me, only the OCs that will appear in the story are mine, yet I have no personal interest of profit with it. It's free entertainment from a fan to fans.

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WARNING: very sexual content in this chapter.
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Annabelle ran through the trees, some leaves got attached on her hair and clothes, earth's dust stained the clear kimono. She eventually left her boots on the way, and just stopped running when her ears captivated a buzzing sound. Soon, there it was a Saimyosho in front of her, and the world seemed to be frozen in time at that moment. The widened turquoises got stuck into that flying infernal bug and her lips parted, seeking for air. This time, it wasn't fear what was making her anxious though. The poisonous demon insect didn't make her shiver anymore. So, still gasping, Anna restarted her steps, following the lead of that yokai like she has been mesmerized. They went through the faded green landscape, so morbid and cold as the clouded firmament, and the pilgrimage ceased only when the air around began to agitate.
It is her. The red-haired lass sealed her swollen eyelids and took a deep breath, enjoying the cool sensation of the breeze.
"You came. Unbelievable..." the younger Naraku's incarnation landed, sitting upon her large white feather. "Why, woman?" Although she didn't sympathize with that human, Kagura felt the urge to ask. It was impossible to comprehend, even if she tried, why would Annabelle waste the chance of living under Sesshomaru's protection to go after the most hateful hanyo that have ever existed.
"Take me to him" She ignored that inquiry and just went to the feather, sitting behind it's conductor. Her eyes not fixating on anything.
Kagura analyzed her for an instant, and then she concluded that this woman had nothing else to lose but her soul. So they flew away, against the clouds and the foreshadow of a storm. The feather hovered over the roof of a humble hovel on the top of a hill, protected by a translucent purple barrier.
"He is in there" Kagura announced, making their transport stop in front of the balcony of that tiny wooden building.
Anna got down cautiously, touching her feet onto the floor, then her hands slid upon the door and she closed her eyes for a while. Her heart was desperately pounding and a sudden vertigo made her stumble. Would it be his miasma absorbing her strength? Oh no, her halo would protect her now and always, never the poison that murdered Kagewaki would be able to overcome the pure aura of the descendant of the fairies. It was lust shuddering her from head to toes, combined with the anxiety of being so close to finally fulfill a forbidden fantasy.
She has made the choice.
Her fingers abruptly slid the door open, surprising who was there inside. Naraku turned fastly his body, facing his guest. As in their last meeting, the only cloth covering him was a baboon pelt, the hanyo wasn't wearing the mask, so his vast raven locks were loosen over his shoulders and chest. Anna's eyes rolled over every inch of him. She was breathless, one hand over her raising chest futilely tried to contain the impossible yearning. Those crimson orbs of his were widened for the unexpected, so was his lips, parted and muted.
Noticing he would not move or say a word, Annabelle slowly came into the one emptied chamber hut and closed the door at her back. She didn't dare to come any closer still. Her arms remained at her body's sides, in an unarmed position. The shinny day collided with the darkest of nights in that unceasing trade of gazes.
"So you came..." he whispered, unbelieving, and then the first step for an approximation has been given. That creature he infernally desired, instead of answering with a sentence, just calmly began to untie the light-pink obi of her kimono. A small, stunned smile formed on his lips, as the red eyes widened even more, shinning brighter than precious rubies, recalling the day when he pretended to be another man and deflowered her for the first time. The hanyo, watching her getting rid of the sash, relived the view of Anna untying the ribbons of her corset, and if Naraku has thought she couldn't bring any other surprise, her voice sounded, stupefying him:
"I surrender" the sash fell gracefully on the floor, and the feminine fingers moved away the silky fabric once covering her rounded, prancing breasts. "Defile me" In a single move of her shoulders, that garment slid to her elbows, unveiling her whole naked front, and then, when Anna stretched her arms, the fancy piece of cloth completely went down, just like a falling opening curtain. On one of her shoulders and one of her thighs remained rags of Sesshomaru's sleeve though, covering the injuries caused by Kikyo's arrows.
Naraku mumbled anything, yet he just gave it up before that low sound could formulate any meaning. Behind his lascivious gaze, a remnant of rage still survived because of those pieces of Sesshomaru's kimono over Anna's wounds. He took a deep breath, searching inner serenity. After all, she surrendered, at last the hanyo had what he wanted upon his reach. So, why let what happened between her and the daiyokai annoy him? Finally, a feeling of euphoria made him tore apart his pelt with one hand and toss it on the floor, and in the same condition of the lass, the halfbreed demon jumped to their closeness, elegantly landing on his feet so near of the human, that their warm breaths mixed in one.
His eyes couldn't part from hers, as if they were trapped and as if they were longing to find any vacillation, any trace of pretending behind the blueness. Yet, Naraku saw nothing but an overflowing conviction inside that gaze of hers, such sureness made his so wanted little moth even take the first step and evolve his nape, sinking her fingers under the dark locks, pulling his face to hers, just to cover his mouth with her own urgently, yearningly, sealing their naked and wishful bodies. Naraku tried to pause that act to speak something, but Annabelle pulled him back, growling "quiet" and then kissing him again with such ardor that completely unarmed the predator before he could even think of complaining. His instincts were definitely awoke.
His fingers entangled her braided hair and undid the fair arrange. Little white flowers plummeted from her locks and were taken by the wind. After, moved by the same rush, he untied that improvised bondages and dragged his fingers over her shoulder and thigh's skin, which didn't seem to have suffered any harm by sacred arrows a time ago. He secretly thanked Shikon no Tama for healing Anna and cursed Kikyo for hurting her. Meanwhile, the lasa persisted on rolling her tongue over his, inundating him with passion. Behind Anna's low moans, however, the despair have been concealed. A single tear poured down from the corner of her eye. Naraku cupped her face in his hands and stopped that insane kiss, so he could stare at the woman again. His features were showing a huge interrogation drawn into his eyes, and when she tried to caught his lips with hers, Naraku prevented it, pressing her cheeks with his fingers. "Annabelle, you"...
"Shh!" She touched her index finger tip on his lips. "It's not the time for this, please".
"But you..."
"I want it, do you hear me?" Belle held his shoulders firmly, keeping him close, rubbing their bodies. "So don't speak, just do it" she said demandingly. "You didn't made me come here for nothing. Did you?" She challenged him with her words and gaze. "Fulfill your promise, make me forget everything, it doesn't matter anymore" as she talked, her hands slipped over his chest, her pinkish lips rubbed against his, catching them between sighs, pleading in her thoughts that no more words would be shared so her reason could finally give into her instincts once and for all.
Naraku trembled from inside out. He wouldn't know how to describe the sensation of having her yielded, neither if it was good or bad. But, if she was asking for that so willingly and he was already tired of waiting, why to waste such a chance? Once he said himself that it was inevitable, and what has been delayed for so long was coming to happen. Her mind and her body were his, and his alone.
A thin strand of silk emerged from the spider scar on his back and went up to the hut's ceiling. Naraku held Annabelle close and jumped, bringing her within his arms. That translucent thread, although seemed to be so fragile, was strong enough to push the roof and make it into pieces. A rounded force shield has protected them from the falling rubbles. Annabelle closed her eyes and let herself be guided to wherever Inuyasha's wicked enemy would take her. Then, she felt her back get stuck on something soft, as did her opened arms and legs. She was tied and didn't care, no worries crossed her mind when Naraku's body fell over hers, his weight making that silky strange bed shake in waves.
At last, Belle unsealed her coppery eyelashes, verifying what she already knew: she was tied into a huge web woven by him, suspended between some high trees which tops trespassed the mist. Around them there was a protective barrier that made the both invisible to the rest of the world. Naraku, emanating his overwhelming shouki, began to fulfill their agreement as soon as he rolled his tongue on hers, pressing their lips hard while his hand cupped one of her breasts, igniting a wild fire into her core, with that bloody shard pulsing into her chest without rest.
Those blue eyes rolled inside their orbits, her whitish light sparkled a bit while her legs tried to wide even more, feeling his manhood rubbing against her groin. Her fingers entwined around some strands of that dewy architectonic masterpiece. She couldn't focus her gaze on anything, for the feeling of his warm, wet tongue leaving hers, just to slip from the corner of her mouth to her chin made her quiver. Teeth dragged tortuously upon her neck, just before he lick it's length hungrily, rejoicing on that sweet, missed flavor and sensitivity, going down to her collarbone slowly, tracing that wet hot path he has already experienced before. She was already gasping when his mouth slid to one of her breasts, holding it between his fingers, he circled it's nipple with the tip of his tongue, then his thumb traced the same move, pressing it carefully in the end. With so little the woman felt rapt, her genitalia pulsated wildly as the arachnid started to suck her bosom, his sharp breath warming it's skin while his saliva made it cool and wet. Her desperate moans just encouraged him to proceed, Naraku smirked while licking her other breast, thanking the Shikon shard for keep doing it's job. The scent of her arousal, escaping from her pulsing womanhood has been the fuel to the hanyo go down, dragging his tongue upon her chilling flesh, descending her belly, circling it's button, making all her joints tremble in the process.
"What are you doing?" She asked in a mix of protest and thrill. Naraku persisted going down her sensitive curves, till he stopped in front of her luscious door. His firm hands grabbed her thighs. Even Annabelle was stuck by the strands, she was able to raise her head a bit just to look at him. So she glimpsed the hanyo staring at her with a pervert smirk enlightening his semblance, while a part of his face was covered by some locks of hair. "Naraku?" She asked, and his response was a gentle lick on her tumid clit, making the lass see stars twinkling before her view, remembering those dreams where he and her late beloved appeared and confused her senses. Strangely, such remembrance didn't awake in her any feeling of melancholy. Instinct overcame conscience.
"I am the dominant one, Annabelle. Never forget that" he said in a husky, deep tone, while his hand left her leg just to his fingers open her outer labia, therefore his tongue would have an ampler contact with her center. So, his mouth jointed upon her rosebud, and he spun his tongue around that feverish spot, making her breath frail.
"You are taking revenge on me..." Anna said between uncontrollable moans. Then she felt his tongue slipping into her receptive channel. "Do not stop!"
A chuckle of his spread warm air over her skin, making her body arch, and he continued tasting that hot, pulsating texture, sucking the fluids coming from it, dragging his tongue back to her clit, pressing it, smoothing it up and down, muffling low lustful grunts, and then putting a finger inside of her, massaging her interior while smearing such pleading bottom. His vulnerable prey trembled frantically, shaking the entire web that was sheltering them. Naraku noticed he had just found the right rhythm of stimulating her center, and he maintained it untiringly, until her whole body got tense, shivered, and then she gasped, moaning loudly and shameless, blessed by a sort of pleasure never experienced before. And if Annabelle thought his vengeance was over, she couldn't be more mistaken. Naraku didn't stop his frantic licks and suctions till her fluids drop from his web down into the fog, yet he swallowed the most part, addicted on her flavor, sinking his noise onto her womb, smelling the scent of that skin, making the lass cum more than three times, each one even more intense than the other. When she was almost going mad, he ceased that delicious torture, licked his own lips and settled between her trembling legs, staring at her with a victorious grin on his face.
"What are you waiting for?" Anna asked impatiently. Naraku remained silent, just looking at her every detail. "It's not the time for games!" She complained while trying to release her arms, to no avail. The woman growled in frustration.
"Oh, do you want to touch me?" the web around her wrists grew larger and stronger. "What a shame, isn't it?" He pushed softly his pulsing glans into her ardent and slippery entrance.
"Bastard!" Annabelle growled, yet it didn't sound as an offense. "Stop delaying it"!
"What a hurry..." he mocked, having the woman cornered between his arms, his chest and belly just a few inches to touch her, and still he could feel the needing heat emanating from her flesh. That desperate lust of hers teased him even more, making some translucent liquid drop from his member. "Alright then, I shall grant your desires" and so he dipped inside her, inserting his whole mast into her depths voraciously. His body fell over hers, the muscled rigid chest pressing her soft breasts.
She screamed, taken by unspeakable sensations. As he went out and digged inside her again, her recent thoughts would change into blurred images. Was it his work on making her forget everything? Or was it merely her soul ceding to temptation? How she longed to grab him, to sink her fingers into his skin and squeeze it's every part, however, no matter how brightly her halo would burn, she couldn't get rid of the silk strands. Meanwhile, Naraku took her intensely, diving till the end of her channel, twirling inside, rubbing against her pounding walls, as his hands were squeezing her breasts, fingers playing with her nipples. Drove by such undescribable pleasure, the hanyo bit her neck, bruising it, exhaling his air upon the marked skin, then sucking and biting it again, creating a cycle of thrusts, sensual caresses and wild kisses.
"I want to touch you!" she was so on the edge of sensations that couldn't express herself without shouting.
The arachnid half demon didn't respond with words, but deep grunts. She noticed he did not look the same, Naraku seemed to be out of his mind. Annabelle stared him in the eyes and saw the reddish gleaming intensely, while his youki bursted out. Then, as he continued slamming inside of her, eight black, slender and sharpen spider legs cropped out the scar on his back just to entwine the woman's body. His hand grabbed her buttocks, pulling her up, making Anna move in consonance with him.
"Naraku!" She claimed at him, feeling a sudden pain in her back as if it was being scratched by knives, yet the pleasure revolving into her core didn't stop to grow, dominating the foreigner to her last strand of hair. Her sight got blurred again at some point, and Belle saw her lover duplicated, then an imponent somnolence began to fall upon her. She fought bravely against it though, as long as it has been possible. The jewel fragment helped her to endure and made she get into that wonderful climax again, time after time, during the contact of their bodies. Even that vulnerable condition she was in has been an incentive for pleasure. It came a moment when Anna was so madly surrendered that she even forgotten the pain caused by several cuts on her back. She just let the tiredness take over when she heard Naraku's animalistic growl, and then her whole channel was filled with his seed, there was so much fluid that it poured down her gap. He hadn't finished thought. Naraku remained erect and pushing himself within her, persisting on maculate her again and again, insatiable, and the more he gave in to such instincts for so long denied, harder it became to control his nature. Soon greenish veins pumped in his neck, Annabelle could barely see them. She could barely rationalize anything. Within a last burst of pleasure her conscience finally faded, all energies has been drained during that sexual act, the Shikon's shard would be calm for a while at least, letting her rest.
Naraku leaned above her sleeping body and laid his face between her neck and shoulder, concentrating to control his breathing till he was able to regain reason. Those spider legs retreated, getting inside his scar, he was back to his normal shapes. For some instants, he put his head upon her breasts and listened her tired heartbeats. The hanyo sighed, opened his eyes and lifted his face just to look at his unconscious companion.
You are human, after all... he caressed her pallid cheek. It may have been too much for you. Then, he gently took her into his arms. Getting impulse with his feet over the web, Naraku jumped back into the hut, taking the lass inside his embrace. He noticed the kimono lazily tossed on the floor and let out an annoyed sigh. So, the Spider covered the woman with his baboon pelt. He would take Anna to her old and newest home - the castle. And there he must solve what to do with the human lass. Naraku did not even think of how everything would succeed if she accepted his proposal. Would he turn her into his slave? The halfbreed demon ruminated while looking at the beauty resting serenely into his grip, the sight of her face comfortably pressed against his chest made him lose himself into such gorgeous view, making him realize that he wasn't lying when offered to Annabelle to make her his mate.
He entered the large, gloomy castle without caring about Kagura, Kanna and Kohaku's reticent gazes. The hanyo took Anna to the room where she used to sleep when Kagewaki was still alive. He laid her on the futon and sat by her side for a while.
This woman is going to destroy you. The same voices that used to whisper into his ears were trying to make him see what should be his priority. They tried to make him think about Kikyo, Inuyasha... and failed. The arachnid abruptly ripped the piece of gem off his shoulder and threw it on the floor. The opaque pearl rolled over the flooring till it hit against the corner of the chamber. For the first time since Naraku started to collect Shikon's shards, the jewel echoes weren't able to cloud his own thoughts.
He could see but just one thing, and it was right there in front of him, having an agitate slumber.
I chose her. Naraku concluded, believing that he finally had left behind the unrequited love for a miko.
To be continued...
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Hey, folks!
Well, I confess I had a hard time writing this "moment of truth"... I have a condition that limits my life in many aspects. It's called arachnophobia. I am one of those people who REALLY feels sick when sees a spider, as tiny as it may be, and in the worst of occasions I even get paralyzed, have panicking attacks, I think you can imagine the scene. Naraku is the HUGE EXCEPTION in my life, and I wanted to explore his nature on this fic. Writing about that giant spider in the beginning of the story has been hard enough, but THIS CHAPTER, my dear readers, oh, it was a real probation when I first created the lines, and still was on translating process. I tried to make it hot and disturbing at the same time, as Naraku is himself in a way. Don't you agree?
Please, share with me your impressions, and if you also suffer of arachnophobia, know this: we are in the same boat :')
Till the next time, kissuuus!!!
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