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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: LEMON, LEMON, LEMON!
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Naraku's ruby eyes twinkled in surprise and satisfaction, one of his hands carefully got near of the crystal moon on Anna's neck and his finger tips circumvented the gem. As the hanyo has been showing some anxiety for a conversation, the only thing the woman wanted was to delay their words' trade as long as she could, such was her avoidance that she even silenced her questions about why Shikon no Tama wasn't inside of his flesh anymore. The absence of the gleam, also it's energy didn't matter to her at all.
Her whole being only longed for his touch, his warmth, to the point her eyes could not conceal their hunger, stuck upon his visage unblinkingly, what for certain didn't bother him, on the contrary. So, the lass pulled the hanyo's shoulders and sealed their mouths in a popped kiss. In response, he entwined one arm around her waist while sucking her lips greedily, inducing them to part so his tongue could slick inside and find hers. Annabelle pressed their bodies together firmly, moaning inside that kiss.
"You need some time to recover..." Naraku whispered, caressing her cheek.
"I want you to take me" She said, sucking and biting his lower lip "right now" her tone sounded quite incisive. That fever within making her breathless one more time, provoked by the simple tight touch of his, induced by the heavy way he inhaled and exhaled the air and by the deep raucous timbre of his voice, oh... she was so lost!
Annabelle subtly released him and walked to the wall, where she leaned her back and pulled the skirt up, revealing her half-opened legs.
It was an invitation.
Naraku's villainous smirk widened and he couldn't resist a single second longer. So he opened the sash of his outfit and lowered the hakama while heading towards of the fulfilling of his desire. There, he caught the lass by her hips and suspended her. Anna's legs immediately enlaced his waist, and so his pulsing phallus slipped inside her cave without warning, stealing a squeal from her throat. He stood still into the wet channel for a while, waiting for it's walls getting used to the sudden invasion. Soon, one of her hands stroke his back, fingers squeezed the fabric of his haori, entangling some strands of raven hair, while the other hand slapped over his buttock and then grabbed it, pushing him deeper into her core, almost begging the hanyo to bury himself inside her wet abyss. As soon as he would retract, Anna would swallow him back, arching her womb ahead, dictating the rhythm of his thrusts. Naraku thought that was enough to drive him into madness, and then he felt her nails superficially scratching his buttock as her lips and teeth rubbed over his neck. She could only be trying to disgrace him.
"Annabelle..." the spider suppliant groaned "Do not tease me like this" and he moaned in the middle of the last word, for she constricted her legs around him, whereas her outer and inner lips squeezed Naraku's starving manhood. His youki spread again, making him hold his breath trying to control such malignant energy.
"Don't hold back!" the woman roared at his ear.
"I don't want to hurt you" He said, his voice cracking in the middle of those voracious blows which were making the woman's back rub against the wall.
"Don't hold back!" Anna exclaimed, grabbing his nape just to kiss him ardently.
Once more Naraku wasn't able to restrain his instincts and his voice ended up mixed with a the others which composed his being. He howled as a beast while pushing into her fiercely. His hand dragged upon the corner of that fragile body, stopping at her head, grabbing the ginger locks, leaning her face up, so he would have total access to her neck. Naraku breathed her scent in, sinking his nose and mouth on the shivered skin, resting his chin over her collarbone.
The dress' ribbons loosened in consequence of their bodies' friction. Annabelle knew that act would endure for a long time, for Naraku wasn't an ordinary man and didn't need pretending to be one anymore. Yet, now she would fight to stay awake and strong to enjoy every minute of it and get lost on the moment, for that was the only instant when Anna could momentarily forget all the rest. So, when Naraku would try to control his demonic impulses again, she just repeated untiringly: "Don't you hold back!" and her fingers pressed against the fabric covering the Spider scar. "I want it all!" Annabelle yelled, pleading. "I want it all!" her tongue slipped over his cheek till meet his parted lips and devour them one more of countless times.
For hours ahead, Naraku took her wildly. When he got tired of having the lass against the wall, the hanyo just threw her body over the floor - propped on her knees and elbows, with hips raised, which he grabbed willingly, stretching the skin of that soft cheeks to the sides - and then his mast invaded her widened gap again, again and again, making translucent fluid pour down between her legs. The hanyo leaned over her back, caught her sweaty face, making her rolling eyes meet his glowing red ones while he continued to penetrate her. His nails grew into claws, his free hand tore the already loosened ribbons in front of her garment, then easily ripped the ones of her corset, sneaking his fingers inside the thin chemise and cupping one of her bouncing breasts. His fingers tips teased the rigid nipples, claws rubbing softly the pink tumid rosebuds as the woman sounded in ecstasy, the more she screamed in pleasure, more he felt encouraged to massage those mounds, and then squeeze them in circling moves synchronized with his wiggles ahead and behind, his balls hitting against her clit intensely just stimulated her even more, in consonance with the Shikon shard reverberating her lust. Annabelle couldn't resist and her every part trembled frantically, consumed by such a violent orgasm that weakened her joints, making the lass fall, and Naraku went together, still linked with her fragile body by his inflated member. He remained defiling the human till he couldn't handle anymore, so his warm milky seed flooded her depths. The hanyo stood inside a bit, while recovering his breath, soon he gently pulled off and slowly began to rise. Finally he noticed a red stain on the white fabric upon her back. It was blood. How could he miss that? Worried, Naraku lift Anna up and undressed her in a rush. The human was fighting to stay conscious, but her strength was almost none at the time. Her lingering body has been sheltered into the arachnid arms and he seated that fair porcelain doll over one wooden step, just to get rid of his own clothes and enter the tub with her. There he carefully dove the lass, having her delicate arm around his nape. The water was still warm, for Kagura has been instructed to keep it's temperature by throwing more wood on the fire's outside of the castle, in a spot connected with that chamber.
"You are wounded" he said, turning her around, between his legs, so his gaze could roll over the length of her back. There were many cuts on her skin, and he knew the cause. His spider legs, Naraku never imagined they could cause such damage.
"I'm fine..." Annabelle pronounced herself sleepy, her head without balance going forward and backward while the feeling of his fingers smoothing softly her wounds were sending delicious shivers inside out her. Naraku had to held her coppery nape against his chest to prevent his lover to fall.
"You are not. And you can die if keep following this path" the hanyo said, as he washed her injuries with care.
"I don't mind" Belle mumbled.
"Don't speak such nonsense!" Irritated, he turned her to face him again, adjusting her body on his lap, cupping the squalid cheeks into his hands. "The jewel shard numb the pain, and will help you to heal, however it takes time to work".
"And we... can we not?" almost fainting, she asked anxiously.
"Being in such condition, is this what worries you the most?" The arachnid couldn't help but laugh briefly. Unbelievable. Naraku knew Annabelle desired him, he just hadn't a clue of the extent of her vehemence. Surely that realization massaged his ego, still, for some reason, he didn't feel fully satisfied. It wasn't enough. There was something missing, a thing that he wouldn't know how to describe. Well, instead of wasting time reflecting about that mysterious sensation, the hanyo took Anna on his arms again and brought her to his room.
She recognized that place instantly, every corner of it made another memento haunt her heart. Pictures of the moonlit night when he cursed her with that bloody shard came into view, making the lass close her eyes tightly, restraining a storm yearning to descend. She felt her eyelids get warm, so did her nose and her throat.
"What is wrong?" Naraku asked serenely, while laying her upon the futon.
"Too many memories..." She swallowed slowly, controlling her breathing, not allowing a single tear to pour down. Those suffered orbs opened at last, focused on the man sat ahead of her. Annabelle raised one hand to him. "Lay down with me" her voice sounded low, weak.
"Annabelle, I don't know if it is a good idea..." Naraku frowned, still feeling that unknown disturbance he couldn't name, while observing every bruise and wound on her skin, all made accidentally by him.
"Please" her docile tone, united with the soft touch of her hand over his, disarmed the master of tricks in the end.
She has changed, but so did he. The tortuous whispered choir of damned souls seemed so distant. Of course that even Shikon no Tama being kept in another room and no more into his flesh, it still glistened evilness, as it's resounding hymns of ancient resentments were neverending. Yet, differently than before, the hanyo was prevailing, determined on ignore their chants.
Will you throw everything away for the frivolous desire you feel for this human? You should have learned when you loved that priestess, you fool! Sang the twisted symphony.
Naraku played deaf and settled by Annabelle's side. Facing each other, they stood silent for a while, until she ask:
"Do you sleep?"
"Rarely" he told.
"When you sleep, do you dream?"
"Sometimes" Naraku moved some orange strands away of her cheek. "Why?"
"I wish I knew how your dreams use to be..." She dragged her body a little closer, touching her nose tip to his.
"I cannot say they are pleasant" He confessed. "Enough of this talking, you must rest" his speech seemed demanding and caring at the same time, while he was stroking her jaw.
"Naraku, what do you intend to do with me?" Anna was stubborn though, and insisted on speaking, even if her eyes were struggling to close. She heard his long, heavy, impatient breath, it didn't stop her either. "I chose to cease restraining my instincts and surrendered to you, yet I don't want to cause any harm to the people who sheltered me once. I won't fight against Inuyasha for you".
"I wouldn't risk your life this way" Naraku spat without thinking twice. His gaze widened, surprised by his own reaction. Annabelle looked confused as well. I brought her here, didn't have the courage to erase her memories, and not even thought about what shall I do with her... What is happening to me? He frowned, puzzled by his reluctance. If he just emptied her mind, she would do anything he wanted, that amazing and powerful light would shine for him as he pleased, and would vanish everyone who could be a threat to him. Once she almost killed her sister on his behalf, under his seductive spell, what else could she do for him then? Still, that foreign sensation paralyzed the arachnid.
"How I wish you would stop to chase them, you would leave it all behind..." Her eyelashes entwined. "Oh, but this is just a beautiful dream indeed, which I know will never come true".
Naraku opened his mouth to speak, then he noticed the lass was already sleeping. He sighed in relieve, prepared to get up, but her arm evolved him and her cheek pressed against his chest, seeking for comfort on the warmth of his body. He glanced at her face, showing such calm features at the moment it rested over his skin. Did she feel safe with him, then? What was that insistent feeling of pressure inside his chest, making it burn within?
To be continued...
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