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A Twist in the Myth
By : Dunkelgelb
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Chapter List
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A Twist in the Myth
Chapter 42: See No Evil – pt. 3

Chapter summary: As Sayaka ‘entertains’ Byakuya in her bedroom, via Magatsuhi, Naraku forces the yet-blindfolded Kikyo to sit and listen as he begins to use Kohaku as the centerpiece of a twisted sexual act involving Kohaku, Kagura, and himself, intended to torment them all and finally fulfill Kagura’s burgeoning need to conceive a child. He gets Kohaku and Kagura precisely where he wants them, with devilishly sexy results…

CONTENT WARNING: Though no actual sex takes place (yet!!), entire chapter is characterized by Naraku’s demonic, psychotic, psychosexual depravity and perversity. Hence the intro song, ‘Theatre of the Damned,’ the middle one ‘Heart of the Devil,’ and the final one, “Believil.’
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(Soundtrack: Blitzkrieg – Theatre of the Damned)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Sc4kHQ65UL4
            Kagura heard her heart beating quicker and harder in her tapered ears as Naraku ordered her to bring Kohaku into his bedroom, the shoji doorway to which seemingly yawned open to spew out vaporous demonic essence, beckoning her to enter the darkness beyond. The phase of the night she had warned Kohaku about, the one in which Naraku would make Kohaku fuck her, or the reverse, had finally come, and she hesitated. She felt tremendous attraction toward Kohaku already, for both physical and emotional reasons. He’d been perhaps her only friend for a time, back when they were both Naraku’s pawns in the field. It had been that camaraderie with him that had kept her focused and sane, then driven her insane enough to openly challenge Naraku by preventing Hakudoshi from acquiring Kohaku’s jewel shard, and thereby implicitly killing her taijiya friend.
            And now, Kohaku had the body of a man, not a boy. The well-muscled upper half of his mature, male body was exposed by the destruction of the upper half of his bodysuit, and Kagura longed to run her fingers along its raw, male angles, then feel them moving against her own sleek, feminine curves without any clothes in the way. Nevertheless, despite the intensity of her attraction to him, she was reluctant to condemn him or herself to the sexual horrors Naraku had in store for them. Whatever was about to happen in Naraku’s bedroom, it probably wasn’t going to be just her and Kohaku getting undressed and mating their bodies to satisfy their own urges.
            It would be as much about Naraku violating them. With his eyes, with his hands and his body, his words, his very soul.
            Bump-bump. Kagura’s breath hitched as she felt the icy fingers of Naraku’s invisible telekinetic hand close around her heart in her chest. Involuntarily, her right hand shot up to cover her heart, as if to comfort it, or even protect it. A futile gesture, she knew. Across the den, she looked into Naraku’s glowing red eyes and she watched him lift a hand from his side, the damnable Shikon no Tama materializing in his palm.
            “You’re not moving, Kagura,” Naraku noted with a calm, yet venomous tone. He closed his fingers around the Shikon jewel ever so slightly, just tight enough so that he and Kagura could acutely hear and feel her fearful heartbeat: bumpbump, bumpbump, bumpbump, bumpbump. “Bring Kohaku in, or I will take him in myself, him and you with him. And then, you will each have little participation, and little enjoyment in what happens afterward.”
            “Please…” Kagura begged with a hush, pulling Kohaku to her a little more tightly. She knew it was next to useless to bargain with her master, but she tried anyway. “Please, Naraku, stop this. You want me to fuck Kohaku, is that it? Let me take him to my bedroom, and I’ll fuck him. I’ll do him right, in a way that won’t give him nightmares, and it’ll be good for both of us. I know you’ll be watching, so it’ll be good for you, too.”
            Naraku smiled and shook his sable-maned head. “No, Kagura,” he replied, with feigned regret. At the same time, he released his fingers from around the Shikon no Tama and reabsorbed it into his body. Kagura’s chest swelled suddenly, as if a heavy weight had been lifted from it. “That simply won’t do. I don’t want to just watch, I want to hear. And feel, and taste. I want to relish in it all, every last bit of what happens when you take Kohaku into you. When you come together, and your bodies are locked together in ecstasy, your pleasure will be mine. And…there’s something else…”
            Kagura’s ruby eyes widened, as did Kohaku’s rich, dark brown ones as Naraku untied the sash that held the waistline of his hakama above his hips. The wind witch and the demon slayer felt their breaths leave them as one. Naraku’s hakama slipped down his hips, thighs, and the rest of his long, brawny legs to pool up around his large feet on the den’s tatami floor, revealing his enormous erection to Kagura and Kohaku, as well as Magatsuhi as she kept a blindfolded, literally-disarmed, yet possibly dangerous Kikyo under control. Naraku’s cock jut proudly from his body, 13-14 mighty, meaty demonic inches intended to seal whatever orifice he plunged it into, and Kagura recognized immediately that he had not been that big, before.
            Licking her lips, Magatsuhi gave up a throaty, slutty, darkly-chuckling ‘Mmmhmmhmmm…” as Naraku bared his powerful male body completely, every muscle-filled bit of him on display. The oni lord wrapped a hand around his massive cock, giving it a long, slow stroke from its flared head down to its hairless base, where his big balls hung low between his thighs in their smooth, hairless sac, then back up. A copious amount of pre-cum coursed up and out of him, spilling out of the thin, clean slit at the end of his cock and flowing over his fingers to drip away onto the floor in glistening liquid lines. With a dark sexual pleasure consuming him, he reveled in this obscene display of his own inhuman potency, and he strode across his den to share it with Kagura and Kohaku in much more intimate terms.
            Kagura shoved Kohaku behind her, to put herself between him and Naraku, then backed them away as the completely nude, rampantly-aroused demon lord approached. His strength was such that he didn’t need a bed, or any other piece of furniture in order to fuck either one of them right then and there, so in Kagura’s thinking, she hoped that if he was going to fuck one of them, he’d take her first, then lose interest in Kohaku. Intentionally presenting herself as the more dangerous and immediate threat, she drew her enchanted folding paper fan from inside her outermost kimono and flicked it open, silently threatening to blast Naraku and his monster cock into little bloody pieces.
            Before Kagura could wind up her hand to unleash her Dance of Blades, Naraku’s eyes flashed dangerously, and the wind witch felt every muscle in her body clench up, becoming totally immobile. The same effect gripped Kohaku’s body and prevented him from moving behind Kagura. Naraku stepped forward until he stood directly in front of Kagura, towering over even her impressive 6 ½ foot height with more than 7 of his own. Keeping one hand on his cock, he used the other to reach down to the hand Kagura gripped her fan in, then grasped her wrist and squeezed gently, yet insistently.
            “Drop it,” Naraku commanded with a seductive softness in his voice. He massaged Kagura’s tense wrist with sinister affection, and the wind witch felt her fingers gradually loosen around her fan, to the point that it slipped free and dropped uselessly to the floor. Her heart began pounding again, and not because of anything her master was doing with the Shikon jewel. At such close distance, in his arousal, his copious sexual energy flowed freely from him and seeped into her body through different avenues: his gaze into her eyes, his scent in her nose, and his warmth on her skin, warmth that easily penetrated every layer of her clothing.
            “Yes,” Naraku approved as he felt Kagura’s desire building within her. “It’s okay. Give in to me.” Pumping his long, thick cock deep and slow with one hand, he released his other hand from around his beautiful female incarnation’s wrist, then reached up and touched her chin to tilt her face upward. He gazed into her ensconcing ruby eyes for a moment, then his lips were on hers in a demanding kiss.
            Kagura could do nothing but close her eyes and moan into Naraku’s kiss, then open her mouth to avail it to him. Again, her feelings conflicted within her: hatred for her dark master’s depraved mind and soul, but genuine female passion for his godlike male body. She feared that deep down, some part of her would always crave him in this way. The moment their tongues touched between their mouths, the aphrodisiac he had engineered into his saliva was inside her, osmosing into her blood and pumping through her veins by her rapid heartbeat, and she was his again.
            Naraku felt Kagura become steadily more receptive to his touch, her resistance to him flowing out of her with her every passing heartbeat. He was then assured that whatever he did to her in the coming hour, or hours, she would accept it and enjoy it, possibly even welcome it. Reluctantly, he broke his kiss with her and she panted softly, huskily to catch her breath, then he pulled her luscious, now-submissive body to his side to create a space for a third person to share in their embrace: Kohaku.
            Kohaku trembled as Naraku’s evil red gaze swept over him and an invisible connection established between their eyes. Naraku’s glowing white pupils contracted, and Kohaku’s more ordinary black ones dilated. The only sound that could leave him then was a quiet gasp. Firmly under the oni lord’s telepathic spell, the taijiya’s body began to move against his will, and he walked with a few unsteady shambling steps to fall into Naraku’s intimate, pleasurable embrace with Kagura.
            Now, like Kagura, Kohaku was a victim of Naraku’s sexual energy, feeling the evil stuff coursing through his blood and getting him ready for sex in a way he’d never experienced. God help him, it felt so good that he feared he might want to experience it again, assuming he lived through the night. At last, Naraku released his throbbing demon cock and snaked his now-free hand around Kohaku’s slender waist to pull him to his other side, opposite Kagura.
(Soundtrack: Danzig – Heart of the Devil)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YJxQc4QIL8M
            “My pets, my children,” Naraku yowled in dark passion as he held Kagura and Kohaku to him preciously, infecting them and dominating them with his sexual power. In his own, twisted way, he loved them, having loved the act of controlling their destinies, orchestrating their actions to pit them against his enemies and even each other. Then, of course, was his physical love for their hot, powerful bodies - a voyeuristic desire to see them join, and a much less voyeuristic desire to participate in that joining. “You are mine.”
            A swirling aura of Naraku’s shouki swept out from his body and enveloped himself and his delicious male and female victims in visibly-churning, debaucherous black light, then a tinge of erotically-charged luminescent red entered its unholy glow. BUMP…BUMP. His entire body pulsed with a potent demonic heartbeat that culminated as aggressive throb in his cock between his thighs, and incredibly, his cock lengthened to get closer to 14 inches in overall length than ‘only’ 13. His heart repeated its damning beat within him, speaking to Kagura’s and Kohaku’s in their chests and enslaving them with both male/female and male/male lust.
            BUMP-BUMP. BUMP-BUMP. BUMP-BUMP. Kagura and Kohaku felt their hearts singing with Naraku’s, and they arched their backs helplessly as the sexually-potent oni lord held their bodies to his. They cried out together, tossing their heads rearward, then Kagura’s cry was suddenly silenced as Naraku crushed his mouth to hers again, swallowing her cry’s last quavering female notes. Then, ripping his mouth from Kagura’s, Naraku turned his head and raised his hand from Kohaku’s waist to wind it up in the taijiya’s thick, dark brown hair. Getting a solid grip on Kohaku’s head, Naraku forcibly aligned the handsome, desirable taijiya’s face with his own, then took his lips in a kiss as savage and demanding as the one he’d violated Kagura with.
            Naraku’s tongue sought Kohaku’s ruthlessly and pumped his demonic aphrodisiac into the taijiya’s bloodstream through their blended saliva, as InuYasha or Sesshomaru might pump their seed into the hot, ready wombs of Kagome or Rin, or any other willing female the sexy inu brothers had access to. In that moment, Kohaku was on equal footing with Kagura - right then, either one of them was willing to be fucked by Naraku, to please him and be pleased by him. For her own part, Kagura wasn’t the least bit surprised that Naraku harbored such feelings for Kohaku, another male. After all, she’d watched him drill Byakuya right in his ass, the night before. Clearly, Naraku was one that appreciated both demonic and human beauty, no matter the sex of the subject, and Kagura was thankful to the Kami above that her evil creator had at least waited until Kohaku had matured both physically and emotionally before expressing that appreciation in his depraved signature style. It seemed that out of all of Naraku’s several intense personality defects, pederasty was not one of them, a blessing in this moment of infernal sexual darkness.
            Kohaku moaned into Naraku’s mouth, helpless to stop the pleasure building within him. A modestly-sized, yet very powerful erection pulsed between his thighs under what remained of his taijiya bodysuit, and he allowed the oni lord to ravish him as he wanted. Naraku separated their lips to let him breathe, then Kagura’s mouth was on his a moment later. The wind sorceress’ ruby lips were warm and silky soft against his, and her kiss was hungry and desperate as she slipped a hand around and behind his neck to pull him closer to her.
            Kagura poured the full depth of her need into Kohaku, her need for him, letting him feel it through her lips, her tongue, and her breasts against his chest. When she broke the kiss and pulled away, he saw that need written on her face by the sexual glow in her blood red eyes, the blush on her pale cheeks, and the slightly-gaped pout in her ruby lips. As they gazed into each other’s eyes and made silent promises of love and pleasure to each other, Naraku caressed their bodies with his large hands to encourage them, rubbing their backs in a soothing manner before sliding his hands downward to grope their shapely rears. Tonight, Kohaku would be Kagura’s, Kagura would be Kohaku’s, and together, they would be his.
            BUMP-BUMP. As they lay their heads on Naraku’s broad, mightily-muscled chest to submit themselves to him, Kagura and Kohaku heard the horrible, yet disturbingly arousing sound of his beating heart return to their ears. Between them, the oni lord’s enormous cock pulsed potently, and even if they closed their eyes, they could still see the phallic organ in their thoughts, feeling it grinding on their very souls.
            Across the den, Kikyo and Magatsuhi had been looking on, and the strength gradually left Kikyo’s knees until she sagged to the floor, while Magatsuhi remained on her feet behind the armless, blindfolded miko. Kikyo bowed her head and grit her teeth, visibly wilting under the pressure of Naraku’s sexualized shouki slamming over her. The mental image of his huge, visibly pulsing cock dominated her mind as well, but she could take no pleasure from it, feeling only disgust and defeat.
            Magatsuhi wound up her hand in Kikyo’s silky black hair and forced her to raise her face to the sight of Naraku, Kagura, and Kohaku congregated together, regardless that she could not see them, in the strictest sense, due to her blindfold. “Don’t look so dejected,” the spectral demon, manifested into a clone of the late Yura of the Hair, chided to her priestess prisoner. “Tonight, Naraku is the bearer of gifts. And does he ever have one for you…”
            “Touch me,” Naraku ordered to Kagura and Kohaku with a rough, husky tone, giving their perfect female and male asses a possessive squeeze. “Both of you.”
            Being more sexually familiar with Naraku, Kagura went first, laying a slender, feminine hand on his muscle-filled chest and gradually slipping it down over his positively ripped abdomen to immediately encounter the head of his inhumanly-long cock with her finely-manicured fingertips. She could feel the hot slickness of his pre-cum pumping out of him steadily with his excitement, and she spread it around his cock’s flared crown until it glistened in the dim light inside the den. Then, she pushed the stuff down along the thick shaft below, wrapping her hand around his impressive girth and beginning to stroke him deeply, pleasurably.
            “Mmm…good,” Naraku praised as Kagura jacked him off with the whorish skill he had implanted into her mind upon her creation. Each glide of her hand was a bolt of pleasure that reached deep down inside him through his cock, getting his seed churning with anticipation. “Now you, Kohaku. Don’t be shy.”
            Kagura paused her hand at the base of Naraku’s cock, where his big balls were tight and tense to his body. By his sheer length, this left plenty for Kohaku to play with. Biting her lower lip lightly, she rubbed her thighs together under her layered kimono to stimulate herself and try to keep herself sane. Trembling, Kohaku glanced up into her lusty red eyes with his face flushed deeply in embarrassment, but nevertheless raised a hand to tentatively touch Naraku’s monstrous male organ. Like Kagura, he soon had his hand wrapped fully around it, the semi-gloved tips of his thumb and middle finger just barely touching. His heart racing in his ears, he was acutely aware of Naraku’s heartbeat pumping through his cock, then he began to stroke it slowly, experimentally, having never done such a thing for any male but himself, but having a good idea what would bring the oni lord the greatest pleasure.
            “Yessssss….” Naraku hissed in approval, jutting his hips into Kagura’s and Kohaku’s exploring hands. The innocence in the taijiya’s touch was especially delicious for him. He was then privately grateful he had not forced Kohaku into a sexual situation like this before. When they first met, Kohaku had the body of a boy and the mind of a boy forced to grow up too soon. Now, he had the body of a man, with more of a man’s ‘special’ knowledge that only came with time. For Naraku, the taijiya’s hand almost felt better than Kagura’s – almost. He continued: “Do you feel me, Kohaku? My size, my weight, my heat? All of these pleasurable attributes…can be yours.”
            Kohaku’s hand paused atop Kagura’s around Naraku’s cock and the taijiya warrior looked up at the oni lord questioningly. Naraku explained: “That’s right. I blessed myself with this kind of cock, for bringing my lovers the greatest pleasure, and I can share that blessing with you. I know your current size – you bedded Kikyo today, and you were just barely able to satisfy her. That simply won’t do for my Kagura. When she takes you into her, I want you to not only satisfy her, but etch the climax she reaches into her memory, that it remains there for the rest of her life. Only a demon’s cock can do this, and yours is so very human.”
            Naraku kissed Kohaku again, more softly this time, and transmitted into the taijiya’s mind a series of explicit sexual images, those of Kagura fully nude and laid out on a bed of living demon flesh, waiting with pure anticipation written on her face. The images were from a first-person perspective – Naraku’s – and Kohaku’s heart raced as he watched Kagura spread her shapely thighs wide to bare her beautiful pussy, offering her body for her creator’s claiming.
            Inside Kohaku’s mind, the images progressed with Naraku taking hold of his demonic monster cock and guiding it down to Kagura’s waiting cunt, them plunging it deep inside. The wind witch arched her back and gave up a wail of pleasure as he filled her, a sound that reverberated in Kohaku’s sex-tortured soul, then the image’s perspective shifted to one inside Kagura’s body. Naraku showed Kohaku the richly-textured walls of Kagura’s pussy spread wide to accept him, her hungry demonic womb trembling against the crown of his cock. It was perhaps the ultimate male sex fantasy, and the oldest: to be so well-endowed as to fill a woman up. And Kohaku was not immune to it, since it was Kagura, the wind goddess herself, that he could soon be filling.
            “As you can see, I can fill Kagura completely, as her body craves to be filled,” Naraku yowled, removing his lips from Kohaku’s. “You can do the same thing, if you accept my blessing.” Then, he closed his eyes and chuckled deeply, reaching elsewhere in his castle with his demonic senses. “Ah. Right now, Sayaka is giving that very blessing to Byakuya. I do believe he’s enjoying it. So, what do you say, Kohaku? Will you allow me to bless you?”
            Kohaku looked away from Naraku, returning his gaze to Kagura. He looked her right in her lovely blood-red eyes, his trying to force himself to avoid thinking of her without her clothes, consumed with passion in the middle of sex. The taijiya warrior understood that if Naraku was to be believed, he could soon be bringing Kagura that same pleasure himself, and feeling her in a way he never imagined. He wanted that so badly, but he also needed to know that Kagura wanted it, too.
            “Kagura,” Kohaku whispered, feeling his heart caught in his throat. “Do you…do you want…”
            Kagura’s face spread into a genuine smile, regardless of the darkness surrounding her. Kohaku’s heart was so pure, and with Naraku’s assistance, his body could soon be as pure: 100% pure, demoness-breeding sex machine. She asked herself: how could she not want that? “Yes!” she cried, pulling Kohaku into a hard kiss. “God, yes. Naraku, please – give Kohaku the power to fill me, to fuck me, and to knock me the fuck up. We’re ready.”
            Naraku grinned darkly, caressing Kagura’s rear and Kohaku’s again. “Yes, you are.” He stepped back away from Kagura and Kohaku, reluctantly pulling his cock from their shared grip, and he moved in the direction of his bedroom. The darkness inside his bedroom beckoned to all of their bodies, and they could resist no longer. Maintaining his massive erection, Naraku offered his hands to his lovely victims, then they placed their hands in his, allowing him to squeeze and pull them back into his bedroom, where the darkness concentrated there truly enveloped them.
            Magatsuhi matched Naraku’s grin with one of her own, then pulled Kikyo onto her feet effortlessly with the strength of Yura’s deceptively-lithe demonic body. While Naraku pulled on Kagura and Kohaku gently, Magatsuhi shoved Kikyo into the bedroom, then once they were all inside, the shoji doors to the bedroom snapped shut, as if sealing Kagura, Kohaku, and Kikyo to their fate, at Naraku’s and Magatsuhi’s hands.
Soundtrack: Bruce Dickinson – Believil)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qxWEYxrRD3U
            Naraku’s bedroom was spacious, but sparsely-decorated. Whatever clothes he wore he synthesized from his own youki, so he had no use for dressers or other furniture. The only piece of furniture in the bedroom was a large, thick, silky soft futon that lay on the floor, its head pressed up against the bedroom’s backmost shoji wall. The futon was surrounded by a canopy of attractive pink silk, which was in turn supported by four thick, wooden posts rooted in the floor, one post positioned at each corner of the futon.
            Once the bedroom’s shoji door slid closed, driven by Naraku’s telekinesis, its wooden lattices glowed an ominous magenta to indicate that it was locked in place, as well as physically impassable. Now, none of the room’s occupants were going anywhere until the oni lord was satisfied. Being the least evil of those present, Kikyo, Kohaku, and even Kagura (perhaps especially Kagura) trembled to think of what that ‘satisfaction’ would entail, and in Kagura’s and Kohaku’s case, not entirely out of fear, now.
            Churning, cherry-red demon flesh in liquid form, like especially viscous, yet oxygen-rich blood, permeated the thin gaps between the tatami mats that covered whatever part the bedroom’s floor the futon did not, and spread out to cover the floor’s entire area, causing Kagura to pull the half-dressed Kohaku closer to her, as if to protect him from it. Naraku did the same with Kikyo and Magatsuhi, pulling them to him for much more possessive reasons. The stuff covered every part of the floor except for small circles around Kagura’s and Kohaku’s feet, and Naraku’s, Kikyo’s, and Magatsuhi’s. Then, once the living, shouki-charged matter reached the floor’s edges, it began to climb, creeping up the walls against gravity and gradually coating the bedroom’s entire interior. Right then, Sayaka was doing the same with her own bedroom, to turn it into a demonic pleasure pit in which to fuck Byakuya to within an inch of his life.
            The demon-flesh covered up the bedroom’s open air window, blotting out the waning evening light and sealing the room’s occupants into oppressive darkness. Then, four orbs of eerie, pale blue flame burst into existence in the bedroom’s four corners, midway between flesh-covered floor and ceiling to provide unsettling erotic lighting for the acts about to take place. Kagura felt the air grow warmer, more humid around her, and a strange scent stimulated her nose. As she drew that scented air into her lungs, she felt a very pleasant, arousing warmth blossom in her blood, coursing through her veins faster and faster with her quickening heartbeat.
            “Mmmmmf…” Kagura moaned softly, involuntarily by the pleasure building up inside her. The flesh-covered walls were secreting an aerated form of Naraku’s demonic aphrodisiac, saturating the air inside the bedroom. It was an airborne companion to the liquid version that Naraku had given her through his kiss, via their shared saliva. With each breath she took, it filled her lungs, osmosed into her blood, and dominated her brain chemistry, as Naraku was wont to do with all things in his life.
            Naraku’s evil red eyes glowed with satisfaction as he watched Kagura respond to his aphrodisiac so readily. “Yes, Kagura,” he purred, breathing deeply and huskily to gorge his lungs on his own sexual drug. “Breathe. Feel.”
            Indeed, Kagura felt. She felt her large breasts grow hot and seemingly heavier under her kimono, the fine silk of her inner yukata teasing her rosy nipples to full erection. Every square inch of her skin tingled, aching to be bared, and the heat of sexual need burned low in her belly, between her thighs as she subconsciously clenched them and rubbed them together. Her pussy throbbed and creamed with female lubrication now, until she could feel her juices beginning to trickle down her inner thighs.
            Next to the significantly-taller Kagura, Kohaku suffered the same delicious torture in a much more male way, his heart racing in his bare, heaving, muscle-filled chest as Naraku’s aphrodisiac wrought its insidious narcotic effect on him. Trembling, he clung to Kagura, feeling as if his knees might buckle, and his cock was at its full length and thickness under what remained of his torn-open taijiya bodysuit. Already, he could feel hot, creamy pre-cum beginning to flow. He felt his cheeks overcome with another furious blush and he looked up at Kagura to see a similar blush on hers. Her ruby red eyes seemed to smolder with female demonic desire, then she reached up to touch his handsome, youthful face, tipping it upward by his chin as she bent her head down to kiss him.
            Holding Kikyo to his side, Naraku felt as much as heard the blindfolded miko gasp, and a chuckling growl of satisfaction flowed up his throat in response and they both perceived the healthy sexual energy manifesting between Kagura’s and Kohaku’s bodies. Magatsuhi felt it too, and she pressed herself up against Naraku’s other side to grind and undulate on him, pumping her pussy against his muscle-filled hip through what little clothing she wore. She reached down between his thighs with a hand to caress his massive demon cock and heavy balls, playing with him in the same way he’d allowed (or perhaps forced) Kagura and Kohaku to do. In return, he covered her supple rear with a large, male hand, barely-covered by his haori as it was, and squeezed possessively to reciprocate her shameless sexual touch.
            “Very good,” Naraku approved to Kagura and Kohaku as they shared their kiss, nodding with a lopsided smirk that slowly warped into a grin. “You’re so receptive to my poison. Even before you breathed it in, there was desire between you that yearned to be released, and now that you have breathed it, your desire is inescapable.”
            Kagura pulled her lips from Kohaku’s with a gasp and smoothed his tussled, dark brown bangs away from his brow to look upon him more clearly. “He’s going to make us fuck, now,” she warned to him, her blood thundering through her veins. She was so sopping wet already, and as she pressed her hips to Kohaku’s, she could feel how big and hard he was for her, through his bodysuit’s groin pad. Even without Naraku’s impending ‘enhancement’ of his body, she knew he would feel incredible in her. “More than fuck, really. He’s going to give you a huge fucking dick, like you’ve never had, then he’s going to make you use it to fuck a baby into me.”
            “He doesn’t have to make me do anything, if it means I get to be with you,” Kohaku replied, giving Kagura a warm, affectionate smile that thrilled her. “And it won’t be fucking, either. Tonight, whatever you do to me, or I do to you, will be an act of love. Especially the conception of our child.” The taijiya warrior turned his head to cast a defiant glare in Naraku’s direction. “So bring it on, Naraku. Do what you will with me!”
            Leering with pure sexual malevolence, Naraku stepped away from Kikyo, leaving her in Magatsuhi’s custody for the time being. Then, he reached out toward Kohaku and the taijiya’s body levitated into the air, his booted feet lifting off the floor. Naraku brought Kohaku floating through the air to him, then also driven by telekinesis, the silk veil around the oni lord’s bed parted along a vertical seam at the bed’s foot, its halves curling open and apart from each other like a flower’s petals in bloom.
            Guiding him with a hand pressed to his chest, Naraku moved Kohaku so that he floated between the two thick, wooden posts at the foot of his bed, facing him. The red demon flesh that covered the floor around the futon climbed up the wooden posts at its foot, reaching the very tops. Then, Naraku used his telekinetic control over Kohaku’s body to force his arms above his head, spreading them out and away from him.
            Thin, yet steely strong tendrils of the demon flesh that clung to the posts of Naraku’s bed uncoiled from those posts and wrapped around Kohaku’s wrists, pulling his arms taut. His strength was impressive, for a human, but he had no hope of breaking free from them, if he wanted to. Kagura came to his side with a visible, sexually-charged sway in her hips, then she reached up to lay a pale hand on his muscular left pectoral, where she could feel his heart pumping briskly within him. She gave him a sympathetic glance to reassure him, then knelt before him dutifully.
            One by one, Kagura worked to undo the clasps that held Kohaku’s taijiya boots closed, then slipped the fine, custom-made footwear off his feet. This left his feet bare, except for the foot-shaped, sock-like ends of his bodysuit. Then, more tendrils of Naraku’s demon flesh unspooled from the bedposts, near the bottom this time, and wrapped around Kohaku’s ankles. They pulled taut to pull his feet apart from each other, and now, Kohaku stood between the posts of Naraku’s bed, his body restrained into a splayed-out, highly-exposed ‘X.’
            Kohaku’s chest heaved with distressed breathing as he felt acutely self-conscious and utterly vulnerable. He was unarmed, unarmored, and held in kinky demonic bondage by his most dangerous enemy, whom he had tried to kill minutes earlier. In any other situation, his mind would have been consumed with fear for the pain Naraku might inflict on him, but the hungry looks Kagura shot him continually gave him the resolve to keep generally calm. He knew that the only pain tonight would be found through the intensity of the pleasure.
            Naraku’s red eyes flashed again, and razor-thin longitudinal seams formed in the lower half of Kohaku’s bodysuit, up and down the full length of his legs. Strip by strip, the suit flowed away from his body in neat, rectangular pieces, so that all he wore now with his skimpy white loincloth, his erection obvious beneath it. Kagura took in an unsteady, lustful breath at the sight of Kohaku in a state of near-nudity, while Naraku growled in hedonistic, homoerotic approval.
            Kohaku’s bare body was lean and muscular, almost all muscle by years of daily anti-demon combat training and actual combat with such demons. His bronzed skin was smooth and supple over all that quivering male muscle, occasionally marred by scars of varying depth, where a demon’s claw or a bandit’s sword had breached his defenses and sliced through his suit to lacerate him painfully. Regardless of whatever was going on in his mind, his body clearly relished in having Naraku and Kagura ogling him in this way, his nipples as iron-hard pebbles on his well-sculpted pecs and his cock jerking visibly under his loincloth, between his powerful thighs. Rivulets of perspiration formed on his skin and flowed downward with gravity, and he was ready for whatever Naraku had in store for him.
            “My,” Naraku purred breathlessly with gimlet red eyes, wrapping a hand around his huge, jutting cock and beginning to stroke it long and slow. Without shame, he used the beauty of Kohaku’s almost totally unclothed body as an object for his own masturbation. The slick, transparent pre-cum flowing from the thin slit at the end of his cock turned rich, creamy white and a single droplet of his seed escaped him, dripping away onto the flesh-covered floor, leading him to grip his cock at its base and squeeze tightly to hold off the eruption of full orgasm. Briefly, he thought about giving in and unleashing himself all over Kohaku’s broad chest, ripped abs, or bulging muscular hips and thighs, but decided against it, feeling that the potency of the seed he could feel churning in his balls belonged inside someone’s body tonight, whoever that someone should turn out to be.
            Clearing his throat and catching his breath to back off from the edge of climax, Naraku continued: “You are so beautiful, Kohaku. I’m glad I waited until now to have you. What body could you have had for me, as a boy? Now, yours is the body of a man, a warrior. And a warrior’s body makes for the best kind of lover. It can move quickly, precisely, and also powerfully, as the best kind of sex demands. And Kagura’s body is a warrior’s, as well. Let her show you.”
            As ever, the blindfolded Kikyo was helpless to do anything but listen as Naraku violated Kohaku’s body with his eyes, and the taijiya’s ears and mind with his praiseful words. She knew that soon, Naraku’s attention would be on her in the same way. Behind her, Magatsuhi forced her down onto her knees with one hand, while reaching under the hem of Naraku’s haori to cup her pussy between her thighs. She slipped her middle two fingers inside herself to masturbate slowly, rhythmically as Kagura stood up in front of Kohaku, pressing a sweet, soft kiss to his lips before backing up and taking her position before him.
            Meeting Kohaku’s gaze with hers, Kagura dropped her trembling hands to the metallic golden sash that held her outermost, red-and-white kimono closed, untying it and pulling it apart. The fine silk garment pooled up on the flesh-covered floor around her feet as she spread it open and slipped it off her shoulders, then she repeated the action for the blue intermediate kimono she wore beneath it. As a natural dancer, there was a mesmerizing, distinctly-feminine rhythm to her movements, a passionate pump and sway in her hips as she divested herself of her clothes, and Kohaku was fully under her spell.
            Now, all Kagura wore was her skimpy green inner yukata, which covered only a tiny bit of her upper thighs and left most of her long, shapely legs bare. Before she opened it, she reached up to each of her finely-tapered ears in turn, detaching her green bead earrings one by one and dropping them into the pile of her clothes behind her. Then, she freed her thick, glossy black hair from the mass she had bound it into behind her head, closing her ruby eyes and shaking her head from side to side so that her hair’s healthy female tresses could flow down her back and shoulders like liquid tar. In a final step, she extracted the white bird’s feathers she wore in her hair and dropped them onto her clothes, rendering herself as au naturel for Kohaku as possible.
            At last, Kagura took the ties of her green yukata’s sash into her hands, her heart pounding in her throat by the expression she saw in Kohaku’s wide, brown eyes. She was fully aware of her own sex appeal, and she was privately thankful she was getting to use it on someone she really wanted. Given the relatively short chronological length of her life, she’d wanted Kohaku for most of it. His attention was focused purely on her, and for the moment, Naraku was forgotten for both of them. She watched Kohaku swallow thickly, then she pulled on the ties of her yukata’s sash, pulling it apart to open her last layer of clothing, baring herself completely.
            Kohaku watched with bated breath as Kagura spread her yukata open slowly, symmetrically. She placed her hands on her chest, over her racing heart, then pushed the hems of her yukata away from each other. The angled cut of her yukata’s hems resulted in a dagger-like, downward-pointing section of smooth, pale female skin being revealed between them, and the dagger grew longer to expose the hollow of her collarbone, the ridge of her sternum and the valley between her large, heaving breasts. Then came the flat, toned pane of her belly, and finally the hairless, proudly-bulged woman’s mound between her thighs, the curves of which Kohaku could just barely make out in the dim demonic light inside the bedroom.
            Kagura finished undressing with a deft flair, shoving her yukata up and over her shoulders, then thrusting it down and off her arms to step forward out of it. The light green garment flowed off her fingertips finally, joining the rest of her clothes on the floor, then she stood tall, with a hand planted on a suggestively-cocked hip as she brandished her fully-nude body proudly, yet bashfully. Closing her exotic ruby eyes and blushing beautifully, she relished in the invisible, intangible pleasure of Kohaku drinking in the sight of her, roving his eyes up and down every naked inch of her for the first time.
            Indeed, to Kohaku, Kagura’s body was one of a warrior, as Naraku had teased. Besides the areas of her female nudity that attracted the most male aspects of his attention, he saw all the powerful, yet not excessive female muscle that rippled subtly beneath her creamy white skin. Her body was grace and power combined, and he now knew he hadn’t stood a chance against her, back in the forest on Honshu. Between his thighs, his cock reached a new length and thickness under his loincloth, every fiber of his being straining for the goddess before him.
            Naraku was similarly ensconced by Kagura’s unclothed beauty, and he strode toward her with his monstrous erection, thoughtfully angling his hips to avoid prodding her with it as he snaked an arm around her waist and pulled her to his side to gaze down into her blood-red eyes. “As Kohaku is beautiful, so are you,” he complimented to her, kissing her with a passion and honesty that stunned her. Deep inside the demon was a man, with tastes and desires the demon part could not suppress. Kagura closed her eyes, then indulged her creator by opening her mouth to him. He ended the kiss smoothly, then ordered to her quietly: “Let Kohaku see all of you, now.”
            Kagura nodded to Naraku with a blush, then placed one of her hands in his and allowed him to help her pirouette in place, letting Kohaku see delicious new angles of her. With each passing profile view of her, he had new insight into the exquisite tone of her belly, and the size of her breasts as they jutted prominently from her chest. He glimpsed her perfect rear and thought: That…is the greatest ass of all time. Kikyo…yours just doesn’t compare…I’m sorry. Then, he saw the darkly-beautiful, spider-shaped brand that covered most of her back, and could only wonder if tonight, would Naraku use him and dispose of him, like everything else in his life? Or, if he actually lived to walk out of the demon lord’s bedroom, would he be wearing that same mark, as Naraku’s property?
            Naraku stopped Kagura’s pirouette precisely so that she faced Kohaku head-on again, then walked at her side to guide her forward, toward the restrained and highly-excited taijiya warrior. Once she was close enough to Kohaku, Kagura didn’t need Naraku’s guidance, her body attracted to Kohaku’s by sheer sexual magnetism. Eagerly, she pressed herself to him, the only scrap of clothing between them now being his loincloth. She covered his bare chest with the warmth and softness of her bare breasts, their size and pliability practically swallowing him up, then she hiked a thigh up the outside of his muscular thigh and hip, pumping her hips to his and grinding her belly to his loincloth-covered cock to tease him and excite him.
            Kohaku moaned sweetly into Kagura’s mouth, clenching and unclenching his rear to meet the playful, pre-coital thrusts of her hips, and Naraku moved beside them to caress their almost-mating bodies. “Both of you are so beautiful on your own, and together, your beauty is only greater,” he said with escalating excitement in his voice. “Now, Kagura. Service him.”

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A Twist in the Myth