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A Twist in the Myth
By : Dunkelgelb
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A Twist in the Myth
Chapter 45: The Spider and the Bellflower – pt. 1

Chapter summary: With Kagura’s and Kohaku’s departure from his castle bedroom, Naraku finally has Kikyo all to himself, and he forcibly transplants her spirit into the new body he created for her, then uses her sexually as the evil, yet amorously-driven heart of Onigumo within him has always desired…
Sex scene: Naraku/Kikyo (semi-consensual, dubiously consensual due to his use of an aphrodisiac on her)
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(Soundtrack: Candlemass – Hammer of Doom)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4uxiJeMH4HQ
In the gloom of Naraku’s castle bedroom, Kikyo glowered up at Naraku himself as he towered over her, and he held her hateful gaze as he reached up to gently spread her impeccably-white miko’s haori open and off her shoulders. He slipped the fine, silk garment down her back to cause it to pool up around her feet on the tatami floor of his demonically-sealed bedroom, equalizing her nudity with his own and leaving her conspicuously armless before him - Byakuya had torn her arms off to try and protect himself from her devastating reiki powers earlier in the day. Then, Naraku pulled Kikyo closer to himself and eyed her attractive feminine lips hungrily, bending his head down to kiss her softly, sweetly, and with such evil, all at once.
By the limitations of her artificial body, Kikyo could take neither pleasure nor revulsion from Naraku’s kiss and she responded to it numbly, fluttering her eyes closed to try and block out his presence from her mind. His silky evil male voice cut through that self-delusion of hers, however, as he separated their mouths. He licked his lips to consider the bland tastelessness of hers, recognizing that even when offered a direct physical connection to him, she did not capitalize on it to attack him. He asked: “You’re not trying to kill me, as you did to Magatsuhi. Why?”
Kikyo opened her stony grey eyes and looked up at Naraku again. Her expression of hatred became tempered with thoughtfulness. “Magatsuhi is not the one holding this place together. I’m guessing that your death would kill us all, by the collapse of this castle – Kohaku and myself, and your incarnations Kagura and Byakuya, against whom I hold no ill will. And also, Sayaka and her young women, each one a fellow miko to me. I’d like to continue living, if what I experience now can be called that, and I want the same for all the others you imprison here. Moreover, for Sayaka and her women to die in the ungodly state you’ve put them in would condemn their souls to a terrible fate in the next world.”
“A wise decision, befitting your intelligence,” Naraku complimented to Kikyo with dark glee. He looked over to the nude, lifeless corpse of the clone of Yura of the Demon Hair that Magatsuhi had been possessing, slumped over in a mostly-upright sitting position in one corner of the bedroom. “I predict that had you wanted to, you could have killed me, or at least made the experience very, very painful.”
At Naraku’s silent command, the floor immediately beneath Magatsuhi’s body gave way and she fell in, her fall interrupted by some friction on the way down. Then, something evil and unspeakable grabbed on to her and began to eat, chewing and devouring with a horrible combination of ripping and crunching sounds. Throughout, her glassy, lifeless eyes betrayed no sensation of pain. Inch by inch, she sank into the hole in the floor as she was consumed, flesh, bone, and all, and Naraku’s and Kikyo’s last sight of her was that of one of her hands hanging limply from its wrist, its slender, feminine fingers twitching involuntarily as they slipped beneath the surface of the fleshy floor.
Once Magatsuhi’s body was completely engulfed, the hole in the floor she had fallen through sealed up above her. The awful chewing sounds under the floor continued, then came the cracking, squishing POP of the female youkai’s skull failing between the unseen jaws it was caught between. In his mind, in the warped psychological place where the Shikon no Tama resided when not manifested in corporeal form, Naraku heard a faint, but very profane curse come from Magatsuhi’s spirit, directed at Kikyo and himself.
Turning to Kikyo again, Naraku smiled and brushed the backs of his fingers over one of the undead miko’s cheeks. With suggestive rhetoric, he posed: “We’re alone, now. What ever shall we do with ourselves?”
Kikyo narrowed her eyes viciously. “I’m sure you’ve already thought of something.”
“Oh, I have,” Naraku confirmed. “Magatsuhi was right about one thing: tonight, I am the bearer of gifts. I have something so wonderful to show you.”
The other hole in the bedroom floor, the bigger one through which all the blood and semen from Naraku’s tryst with Kohaku and Kagura had drained, seemed to yawn in Kikyo’s direction, beckoning her. Eagerly, Naraku swept her off her feet and cradled her preciously in his big, powerful arms. He commented: “I’d have led you by the hand, but of course, you don’t have any left, now…”
“My hero,” Kikyo mocked, then Naraku turned toward the huge hole in the floor, striding toward it like a hunting-type spider returning to its burrow home with its prey. Careful not to drop Kikyo, he stepped down into the hole and the stone walls of the tunnel beyond flexed in place as if to encourage them on, bidding a sinister welcome to both of them at once. Orbs of eerie blue flame manifested along the tunnel walls to reveal the slimy mixture of blood and semen that flowed along the tunnel floor with gravity, returning to the unholy pit from whence all of it had come.
Naraku carried Kikyo down into his castle’s hellish underbelly and they soon arrived in the spheroid incarnation birthing chamber he had been pursuing most of his depraved interests in over the past 1-2 days, such as resurrecting and fucking Kagura with Byakuya (then fucking Byakuya as Byakuya fucked Kagura), implanting Magatsuhi’s spirit into Yura’s clone and fucking her, and most recently, striking his ‘dark bargain’ with Sayaka, which involved even more hard, fucking sex than his encounters with Kagura, Byakuya, and Magatsuhi put together. He had created a new body for Kikyo at the same time he had created Yura’s clone for Magatsuhi, and now that he and Kikyo were alone, it was the perfect time for him to introduce her to her new, ‘improved’ self.
The interior of the chamber was mostly dark, except for the eerie, otherworldly light emanating from the two human-sized birthing pods that hung from the tree-like stalk of gelatinous demonic matter connecting the pit at chamber’s bottom ‘pole’ to the upper pole. One of the pods contained an adult-aged clone of Kanna, and the other a sexually-enhanced clone of Kikyo. Naraku had grown the clones such that Kanna’s had a physical age of around 20 years, while Kikyo’s had one of 30 or more to appear suitably more mature. The oni lord had left Kanna with her lithe natural measurements, but had enlarged some choice areas of Kikyo’s new body to suit his hedonistic tastes, such as its breasts, hips, and rear. This left it with a sexually commanding physique on par with Kagura’s, and Kikyo looked upon it with some annoyance as Naraku carried her down into the incarnation chamber’s, stepping carefully along its curved floor to approach the base of the birthing pod stalk.
“What is that?” Kikyo asked flatly, looking over what was apparently a new body for her in suspicion. Had she still had her arms attached, she might have pointed to her new body with palm facing upward, finger held in a jabbing posture to emphasize her annoyance.
“It is my gift to you,” Naraku explained. “A real, living body, in which you might truly live and feel again.”
“A gift to me, or to yourself?” Kikyo asked further with an accusatory tone. “I don’t remember having breasts that big when I lived, and I don’t remember feeling that Urasue under-equipped me, compared to what I had in life.”
“I may have made some…adjustments,” Naraku admitted. “I wanted the woman that would be my queen to truly capture my attention, each time I looked at her, and hold my attention in bed.”
Kikyo was deathly silent then, and Naraku gently set her down onto her dainty feet on his incarnation chamber’s flesh-covered floor, stepping away from her side to approach her pod-contained clone. Though she could not feel the heat or slickness of the living floor, she was aware of some give in it, causing her feet to sink in slightly. Spreading her feet apart to shoulder-width for better stability, she looked behind her to see the entrance that she and Naraku had come though seal up with more rosy pink flesh, preventing her from escaping. Then, she looked back to the oni lord that clearly had sexual, but possibly also romantic designs on her. “Your queen?” she repeated in disbelief. “You would keep me, now, for companionship, when once you would have rather killed me?”
Naraku looked up to roam his evil red eyes over the luscious, curvy figure of Kikyo’s clone as it floated in an innocent fetal position in its birthing pod. Countless tendrils of its long, inky-black hair floated about its head in the gentle swirling current of the amniotic fluid around it, partially obscuring its placid, sleeping face. Naraku had already gone ahead and disconnected it from its umbilical cord in anticipation of releasing it from the pod, and now it received its air through a breathing apparatus of demon flesh shoved deep down its throat. As a result, its well-endowed female chest swelled outward with a shallow, unconscious breath in, and the following breath outward was expelled from the breathing apparatus’ various pore-like valves in cascades of small bubbles.
Naraku reached up with a hand to touch the pod’s silky-smooth outer membrane, feeling the heat of the fluid inside, and the rhythm of the Kikyo clone’s slow heartbeat. Then, he lowered his hand and turned to face Kikyo herself. He enjoyed his mutual nudity with her and mentally compared her figure to that of her sexually-enhanced clone. He was unsurprised that he preferred her clone’s voluptuous new shape, and his cock began to rise between his thighs as he imagined Kikyo’s spirit housed within it, crying out by the endless carnal pleasures he forced upon her.
“Yes,” Naraku answered softly, advancing on Kikyo slowly, but threateningly nonetheless. “My queen, my mate. The kind of mate that InuYasha and Sesshomaru both enjoy, a beautiful woman who offers her body to them each night, and happily accepts their seed. I did want to kill you, once, and cast off the chains of Onigumo’s human feelings from my demon heart. But now I recognize that those feelings could actually make me stronger, as they have clearly done for InuYasha and Sesshomaru. Perhaps strong enough to bring me victory in my conflict with them and all their friends.”
Kikyo boldly stood her ground as Naraku drew closer – there wasn’t anywhere truly safe for her to run, anyway. Prehensile tendrils of demon flesh grew from the living floor around her feet and coiled up her calves and thighs in a passionate embrace, slithering up her back to wrap around her thin, feminine neck from behind. Then, they pulled together to bring her to a kneeling position at Naraku’s feet. Now, her face was level with his enormous cock as it swelled up rapidly with his burning demon blood, and he took sinister pleasure in brandishing it to her with an aggressive grip and stroke of his fist. His intent was not to force oral sex upon her, however, if only because he knew she wouldn’t be able to feel, smell, or taste him. He backed away to make room for the birthing pod her clone was contained in as it drooped down away from the main stalk it had grown from.
Working his cock with one hand to bring it to its full, monstrous size, Naraku lay his other hand on the outer membrane of the birthing pod, silently communicating with the Kikyo clone inside. Little by little, it unfolded itself from its fetal position like a bellflower in bloom, and opened its eyes to reveal an unseeing emptiness in its stony grey irises. Then, once the clone was steady on its feet on the floor of the pod, Naraku plunged his hand through the pod’s membrane to sunder it and rip a large, longitudinal petal of it downward, causing gallon upon gallon of slimy amniotic fluid to spill and splatter out onto the incarnation chamber floor.
Almost mechanically, the Kikyo clone turned in place in its now-drained and partially-collapsed pod to face Naraku, and the oni lord reached inside to grasp the breathing apparatus filling its mouth and throat, unsealing it and pulling it free. The horrible thing slid out of the clone’s throat with a messy squelching sound, like the aftermath of female-on-male oral sex, then once it cleared its rosy lips, the clone took its first unobstructed breaths in natural atmosphere. Naraku grinned darkly as he heard the faintest traces of Kikyo’s voice in its gasping, and heard the galloping beat of its heart in its chest as its lungs adjusted to the new air source. He tossed the now-unnecessary breathing apparatus away, and helpfully offered his hand to the clone for it to take.
Kikyo watched in mounting trepidation as Naraku helped her clone out of its pod, streams of fresh, warm amniotic fluid pouring down its body and giving its skin a glistening sheen. The oni lord summoned his shouki about himself as transparent black flame, expanded that foul aura to encompass the clone’s entire body, and harmlessly burned the amniotic fluid off the clone’s skin and out of its hair. This left the clone’s hair dry, but in a wild, unkempt state, and Naraku took special perverse pleasure in further using his shouki to telekinetically style its hair to match Kikyo’s, replete with a main body of hair that flowed down its back, identical thin forelocks that spilled down its front, and neatly-parted bangs that framed its elegant female brows and stony grey eyes.
Naraku’s cock throbbed potently in his fist and his seed churned palpably in his big balls as he looked upon Kikyo’s clone, standing upright and breathing real air for the first time – here, at last, was Kikyo as she had been in life, composed of real flesh and blood, not Urasue’s clay and grave soil. There was only one piece missing now, and Naraku eagerly initiated perhaps the most depraved phase of his act of replacing Kikyo’s false, un-living body with a new, real one: the unification of flesh and spirit.
Guided telepathically by Naraku, Kikyo’s clone left the oni lord’s side and stepped toward Kikyo herself, moving with uncertain, somewhat automatic steps. Eventually, the clone came to a stop directly before Kikyo, cocking a hip and looming over the undead miko as she remained bound in her kneeling position. The clone stood in a pose loaded with female sexual prowess, and Kikyo could not help but gaze upon the hairless, beautifully-swollen mound of its sex between its shapely thighs, then up along it gorgeously-flat belly and between its big, jutting breasts. Just beneath the subtle, inverted ‘V’-shaped ridge of its ribcage, she saw a small section of pale, creamy smooth skin sinking in and pumping back out, over and over. A real, living heart beat within its voluptuous chest, and soon, whether she wanted it or not, it would be hers.
The clone knelt before Kikyo to match her supine position, and except for the ‘real’ Kikyo’s lack of arms and the presence of her tentacle restraints, plus the clone’s more sexually-suggestive curves, the effect was as if a two-dimensional, double-sided mirror stood between them. Then, the clone reached through the plane of that invisible mirror and cupped Kikyo’s face in her hands, a touch that started out as chaste and reverent, then rapidly became forceful and possessive to hold Kikyo’s entire head in place.
The clone’s eyes aligned with Kikyo’s and the moment their lines of sight met, an invisible connection established between them, linking Kikyo’s spirit inside her Urasue-constructed body and the empty place inside the clone’s where that spirit belonged. Ultimately, this connection was controlled by Naraku, whose red eyes flashed with his evil magic as he flexed his demonic shouki via the Shikon jewel and commanded Kikyo’s spirit to move within her. Kikyo’s eyes grew wider and her mouth fell agape, then the clone seized upon her open lips in a fierce, bruising kiss. In that moment, the clone drank in two things from Kikyo at once: her muffled cry, and her very soul.
(Soundtrack: Death – Flesh and the Power It Holds)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wK4VPM-0ssU
Kikyo shook in the grip of Naraku’s tentacles as her spirit left her body for that of her clone. Her vision greyed-out and began to darken, then when it turned to complete blackness, she felt as if she was tumbling through a vast, empty void, without sensation or direction. After some indeterminate amount of time, her vision returned to her in a flood of optical stimulation, her perspective seemingly unchanged until she noticed that the version of herself she faced was missing its arms and restrained by Naraku’s tentacles. Now, her spirit dwelled within her clone body, and whatever had dwelled in her clone body, if anything, had been transferred into her Urasue-made body, or perhaps nowhere at all.
Suddenly feeling in control of her new body, Kikyo pulled her lips from those of her former one and recoiled from it, seeing the last flickers of the light of consciousness dimming in what had been her own eyes, a few seconds earlier. She shot to her feet and backed up shakily, her mind still getting used to interacting with a real human nervous system for the first time in 60+ years. As she backed up, she bumped into something warm, heavy, and solid – Naraku accosting her from behind.
Naraku released his cock at last in order to grasp both of Kikyo’s upper arms at once, stopping her backward movement and forcefully, yet carefully turning her in place. Once they were face to face, he held her close to him to look upon her, studying how she trembled and quivered by the physical sensations coursing through her new body, sensations which had become almost totally alien to her by sheer deprivation. A swell of dark passion overcame him and he bent his head, lowering his mouth to hers to take it in a kiss that was softer and gentler than his last, which provoked her to give up another cry. He swallowed that cry greedily, then opened his mouth to take his kiss with her deeper, extending his tongue to seek out hers. As with Sayaka and Kagura before, with Kikyo he did not fail to use the aphrodisiac laced into his saliva to its fullest, hedonistic extent.
Kikyo couldn’t fight Naraku off immediately – as a result of being denied so much sensory input for so long, her mind was hungry for whatever it could get, regardless of the source. To feel Naraku’s hot, well-lubricated, and very powerful male tongue thrusting against hers, entwining with it so intimately was exactly what she needed, and only a small part of it at the same time. And then there was there was the even more potent heat of his big, heavy, and deliciously hard muscle-filled body against her softer, sleeker female one. His body called to hers in a language that only two real, living bodies could speak and effortlessly drew her in, to the point that her large breasts melded to his broad chest and his long, thick cock brushed against her, high up her flat belly.
This more explicitly-sexual contact with Naraku caused the already wonderful sensations Kikyo experienced to blossom into a fractal of others. She became aware of her heart pounding in her chest, hammering against her rapidly-respirating lungs from the inside to pump her hot human female blood through her veins and repeatedly flood her entire body with a warmth that told her she was truly alive again. As with Kagura’s new body, Naraku had engineered this one for Kikyo to be as erogenous and sexually-receptive as possible, and the throbbing liquid warmth of her restored sexuality gathered low in now-living miko’s belly, concentrating in the shapely feminine mound between her thighs. A breathtaking twinge higher up in her belly told her of how her womb flexed within her, and tears came to her eyes: for better or worse, she recognized that she was probably now capable of having children.
Then came the emotions, a tidal wave of human emotions that poured over Kikyo’s long-suppressed psyche and set it free from the rut of inexpression she’d been trapped in for years. Joy from the long-overdue physical pleasure she felt was first, followed by sadness as she re-grasped the nature of her life’s tragedy. Anger followed soon after as she became acutely aware that right then, she shared a kiss with the very creature that had sprung that tragedy on her, destroying her love with InuYasha and causing her to be resurrected into her pitiful state of mere half-life, decades later.
With her anger, powerful currents of reiki welled up in Kikyo’s body as her soul healed to fill in the portion missing from it since her previous body’s creation in Urasue’s forge. Then, Urasue had taken part of Kagome’s soul and used it as a catalyst to animate Kikyo’s artificial body, imbuing it with at least some spirit and a shade of her former personality. Now, armed with the full measure of that personality again, she wrenched herself free from Naraku’s kiss and brought a reiki-charged hand up and across his face in a potent, open-palmed SLAP, driving him back from her.
Naraku stumbled backward, instinctively reaching up to cover his stinging cheek and feeling Kikyo’s reiki echoing freshly in his skin. Inside his body, his shouki was as a pool of water suddenly disturbed by a falling stone, and it rippled throughout him for what felt like a very long time before returning it its initial stillness. Despite the power of Kikyo’s attack, he could only smile. “I deserved that,” he conceded.
“You deserve much more,” Kikyo sneered, her reinvigorated reiki blossoming about her new body as vibrant, transparent blue flame, a more colorful counter to Naraku’s inky demonic aura. With her body pumping with the power of a miko, she advanced on him as if to attack him again and he flared his aura to protect himself, and the moment he did so, searing pain struck him in his midsection.
Kikyo stopped and watched as Naraku hastily lowered himself to a knee due to an apparent loss of balance, breathing harshly as he clutched at his side. “Your illness, I presume,” she said acidly as she restrained her reiki aura. “Kohaku and I visited Sayaka’s village earlier today, what remained of it, anyway. By communing with the spirits of dead you left behind, I saw how you appeared when you first revealed yourself to Sayaka. A grotesque appearance, indeed.”
“Y-yes,” Naraku struggled, closing his eyes and bowing his head to conceal his face beneath his thick, black bangs as he felt the pain of his Shikon-related illness rising up in him. “Ironically enough, a miko’s reiki holds my illness at bay, as I imagine you learned while at Sayaka’s village. I visited Sayaka and ‘subdued’ her, then had Byakuya bring her here to be a ready source of it. You are another, stronger source of it, but you are also more dangerous to me, so I dispatched Byakuya and Kagura to seek you out and capture you without my direct involvement.”
“And now, I’m finally here, to give you that reiki you need,” Kikyo said, raising a hand and channeling her purifying energy into it to see it glow before her eyes. Even now, she recognized how effortless it was for her to manipulate her reiki within her new body, whereas in her old one, she had always felt semi-disconnected from it, like it was a limb that had partially fallen asleep. She closed her eyes and tested her reiki by manifesting it much more potently than before, causing her aura to flare out to a much greater height and breadth. Arcs of miniature lightning crackled about her aura’s outermost dimensions and lashed over the flesh-covered floor around her feet, sizzling it in place and producing the foul odor of burning proteins. Pleased with this demonstration of her power, she throttled it back so that her skin glowed faintly, instead of shrouded in an overt, upward-convecting aura. Opening her eyes with an exhalation of pleasure, she commanded: “Show me, Naraku. Show me what the Shikon no Tama has done to you, and why you need me so dearly…”
Naraku opened his eyes and gazed up at Kikyo through the obfuscation of his silky black bangs. “Very well,” he agreed.
Kikyo felt the flow of Naraku’s shouki, both within his body and outside it in the general atmosphere of the incarnation chamber, change suddenly. Physical changes in the oni lord’s body reflected this: his glossy sable mane began to turn sickly grey, then almost pure white, and his pale, yet opaque skin became semi-translucent to expose the blood vessels and even the countless parallel fibers of the musculature beneath. Said musculature began to lose mass and caused Naraku’s entire body to shrivel visibly until he had a generally skeletal build. Then, perhaps most significantly for his male ego, his long, thick cock softened and drooped between his thighs, shriveling to a long, thin and sexually useless ligament, while his formerly big, full balls contracted to a shriveled fraction of their former volume.
With great difficulty by his physical frailty, Naraku adjusted his position so that he knelt on both knees, placing his hands on his thighs and lowering himself to sit on his shins on the flesh-covered floor in the traditional Japanese seiza posture, thereby reassuming some of his former, evil dignity. His eyes were downcast, then he raised them shakily to look at Kikyo again. Her bold expression faltered, then broke visibly as she observed the pain in his eyes.
And in that moment, Kikyo once again felt as that young, innocent shrine maiden who had taken pity on the burned, bandaged bandit on the verge of death that Naraku had been, back when he went by the name of Onigumo. Perhaps it was that very act of kindness on her part that had set the events of the last 60 or so years in motion: Kikyo had brought herself into Onigumo’s awareness and gave him something he desired enough – her heart, body, and soul – to make him sell his own soul to the demon horde that consumed him and transformed him into Naraku. Nevertheless, another emotion Kikyo had once been familiar with and thought lost to her forever returned to her in full force: sympathy, the kind of blind, unconditional sympathy reserved especially for those that deserved it least. She embraced it, because with it, she felt almost human again.
“My God, Naraku…” Kikyo hushed in disbelief at the oni lord’s shocking appearance. Her sympathy erased her hatred of him, if only temporarily.
Kikyo’s concerned tone was equally shocking to Naraku, and he laughed softly, weakly. “You would pity me?” he posed to her with a faint, weary smile. “After everything I’ve done? After everything I’ve done to you, personally?”
“I suppose I would,” Kikyo agreed introspectively. “Naraku, it is the Shikon jewel that has done this to you. For your own sake, and the sake of everyone you’ve not yet killed, or whose lives you’ve not yet otherwise ruined, you must rid yourself of it.” She extended an open, upturned hand to him. “Please…give the jewel to me, and let me finally fulfill my purpose as its one-time custodian – to see to its end.”
Naraku felt intense personal conflict overcome him. The demonic darkness in his corrupted heart dueled with the genuine, if nebulous love he had borne for Kikyo since that fateful night she had shown her kindness to him. A love he had once tried and failed to reach into himself and scrape out, then discard, forcing him to learn to live with it. “I want to…” he answered to her quietly. For emphatic effect, he summoned the Shikon jewel into his frail right hand so that he and Kikyo could look upon it together. With something approaching clarity, which rose from the depths of his madness to frighten Kikyo perhaps more than any other of his twisted psychological traits, he elaborated: “This jewel has consumed my existence, and enabled and driven me to my most terrible acts. Acts which I might not have and probably could not have committed otherwise, as evil as my previous self of Onigumo was. But I think you know that in order for it to be truly destroyed, it must first be completed.”
“Yes,” Kikyo responded reluctantly, lowering her hand to her side, the evil light of the Shikon no Tama glittering in her focused grey eyes as she gazed upon it. A small, scar-like sliver of the jewel, just a few shards’ worth, was yet missing, and she envisioned it made whole again, with a purifying reiki arrow – hers, Kagome’s, possibly even Sayaka’s - plunged right through the center of it. ‘The Shikon Jewel is most beautiful when tainted with malice.’ This was the driving logic behind Naraku’s actions, or perhaps this was the jewel’s own logic, imprinted upon Naraku as he possessed it? Whatever the case, by a similar line of thinking for Kikyo, the victory over the Shikon jewel would be its most complete when the jewel was physically complete and possessed of the maximum darkness it desired. When the jewel was its most corrupted, it could then be the most completely and momentously purified.
“If it is your destiny to destroy this jewel,” Naraku continued with an evil smile, smoothing the pads of his bony fingers over the Shikon jewel’s glassy, bloody magenta surface. “And if it can only be destroyed when it is complete, then it is your destiny to help me complete it. To that end, you may begin…by healing me.”
Kikyo regarded Naraku coolly, then closed her eyes and sighed, swallowing her pride with a visible sag in her shoulders. The oni lord’s logic was generally sound, and she consoled herself that there was perhaps a subtle, semantic difference between helping him complete the jewel, and preventing him from failing to complete it, as was required by simple eventuality. One way or another, destiny dictated that the jewel had to be completed.
As Kikyo had already said to Naraku, if she allowed him to succumb to his illness and die in front of her, his castle and the pillar-like landmass on which he had conjured it would collapse and kill everyone upon it: herself, Kohaku, Kagura, Byakuya, Sayaka, and Sayaka’s nine junior priestesses. Kikyo recognized that she and Kohaku, in particular, had just begun new phases of their lives, ones of relative freedom – she free from her unfeeling body of clay and grave soil, him free of the shard of the Shikon jewel that had sustained his life up until this point. And as she had said to Naraku again, Sayaka and her young women would be doomed to an awful fate in the afterlife with Naraku’s evil having corrupted their souls, perhaps irreversibly.
For Kikyo, even more important than all of that was the chilling thought that upon Naraku’s death and the destruction of his castle, the incomplete Shikon jewel would be lost to the sea, perhaps never to be found, or perhaps to be found, someday. And then the horror of its existence would begin anew, in the possession of another doomed soul. Whether the jewel was lost or found, it was not likely to be purified in the way that would set Midoriko’s spirit free, condemning her to an eternity of struggle against Magatsuhi. This was a risk Kikyo simply couldn’t take.
Naraku watched Kikyo closely, maintaining his seiza posture with profound discipline as she stepped forward to approach him. Stopping just in front of him, she stood over him, completely nude and gloriously well-endowed by the breadth of her hips and the size of her breasts, and he cursed his ongoing illness upon his body’s lack of appropriate erectile response as he gazed upon her shapely, hairless sex between her thighs. Absorbing the Shikon jewel into himself to put it away, he looked up into her eyes and she glowered down at him, then knelt before him on the flesh-covered floor to take up a seiza posture of her own.
Kikyo closed her eyes and bowed her head, folding her hands in her naked lap as if in prayer. Silently, she asked the gods’ forgiveness for what she was about to do – willingly extending Naraku’s life - then reopened her eyes and conjured a mass of her rejuvenated reiki into existence between her palms, raising it to chest height between herself and Naraku. As the Shikon jewel had glowed in her eyes, her sphere of reiki glowed in his, totally captivating his attention like a thirsting man sighting water after having gone days without. Feverishly, Naraku abandoned his seiza posture now to rise onto fully onto his knees, and leaned forward heavily to thrust his chest into Kikyo’s reiki sphere as much as she fed it up into him. He gasped as he felt her power soak into his heart and flood through his veins, and in his wild relief, he reached out to clasp her waist in his hands and hold her firmly in relation to himself, his illness-stricken body gorging on her purity.
Through his intimate spiritual connection with Kikyo, the physical signs of Naraku’s illness magically reversed themselves. Ever as the bellflower that her name signified, the bounty of the miko’s bloom un-withered the black flower that was Naraku’s body – his hair went from a streaked white back to its usual, glossy sable sheen, his skin returned to its normal opacity, and his muscles bulged beneath that skin with restored demonic strength. His heart regained its former circulatory power and pumped his blood through his veins with an emphatic bump-BUMP, bump-BUMP that Kikyo could feel slamming over her invisibly, and his big, masculine hands were eager and excited on her bare skin once more. Rather than take a lewd grope at her curvy rear, however, his hands traveled up instead of down, crossing behind her back in ‘X’ fashion to cover her shoulder blades. Then, he pulled her to him in an almost emotional embrace, burying his face into the junction of her neck and shoulder as if to try and wrap himself up in her and never emerge.
Kikyo’s mind spun inside her head as she grappled with the sensation of her reiki interacting with Naraku’s shouki inside his body, her eyes fluttering closed again. She could see into him, the darkness of his spirit flowing over the relative lightness of her own as water around a canoe moving upstream. Then, she spotted a tiny point of less than total darkness, way back at the core of him – the love he bore for her, manifested in visual terms. When she sensed that he was fully healed for the time being, she discontinued the flow of her reiki and her window into him was closed, then she kept her hands flat on his broad, muscle-filled chest to keep herself steady by the momentary dizziness that overcame her. Panting softly, she became aware of him holding her and she relaxed in his arms to let herself recover, her head settling backward to hang limply on her neck behind her.
(Soundtrack: Nevermore – Dreaming Neon Black)
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Right then, Naraku’s senses were filled with the resurrected, fully-living goodness that was Kikyo: he had the warmth and softness of her skin against his own, under his palms and fingertips and against his face. As he pulled her to him more tightly, her large breasts melded to his muscle-filled pectorals, further increasing the transmission of heat between their bodies. By his face’s placement to the junction of her neck and shoulder, he breathed the intertwined scent of her skin and her silky black hair. He heard the sound of her breathing and the beat of her heart, and he was compelled to press a chaste kiss to the side of her neck, allowing him to taste her delicious, living flesh.
Kikyo tensed at the sensation of Naraku suckling at her neck and opened her eyes, lifting her head as he pulled his lips from her skin and removed his face from the junction of her neck and shoulder. As she looked up into his evil red eyes with her stony grey ones, she got only the briefest glimpse of how completely she had relieved him of his pain before his lips were on hers again. Her eyes went wide from the energy and passion of his latest kiss, then slid closed once more with unwilling pleasure as she felt him replace her dizziness with clarity, focus, and arousal.
Naraku opened his mouth to Kikyo but did not immediately thrust his tongue upon her this time, waiting for her to respond to him. Her hands were fitful on his chest, her fingers curling and her nails digging into his flesh with pleasurable pain for him, then gradually calmed and relaxed as the latest infusion of the aphrodisiac he had laced into his saliva did its good work on her. He had used it on Sayaka, Kagura, Kohaku, and now, gleefully, he finally used it on Kikyo, as a spider drawing its prey into its web. He smiled into her lips as he felt her tongue wander out of her mouth into his, and he met it halfway to touch it with his own.
The flesh-covered walls pulsed emphatically to signify Naraku’s dark pleasure: bump-bump, bump-bump, bump-bump, bump-bump. The sound echoed the beat of his evil heart in his chest, which grew faster and harder as he took his kiss with Kikyo steadily deeper. He thrust and danced her tongue with hers and gorged himself on the taste of her saliva while feeding her a steady flow of his own, and the insidious aphrodisiac it carried. When he pulled his mouth from hers to let her breathe, her first breath was a pleasured, feminine gasp, followed by the rhythmic panting of a beautiful young woman consumed with her sexuality.
Naraku grinned darkly and felt his cock rise between his thighs, having regained its erectile potential from Kikyo’s act of healing him. Echoes of her delicious, cleansing reiki thundered through his blood and allowed his cock to reach a magnificent, almost thirteen-inch length and a deeply-pleasurable, vigorously-pulsating male hardness. Only the heat and weight of his big balls, restored to their former glorious volume, was more exciting to him. He felt them replenishing with especially hot, thick demon seed, and the breathtaking twitches he felt deep inside him, in and around his demonic prostate, assured him that the ejaculations he would soon unleash into Kikyo’s belly would sear her womb in a way she would never forget.
Pulling Kikyo to him forcefully with one arm, Naraku glanced around the beautiful miko’s ebony-haired head and reached out with his other arm, gesturing with an open palm at the patch of flesh-covered floor directly behind her. The patch swelled up with a surge of freshly-grown, rosy-pink demonic matter and spread out, then regulated itself into a rectangular shape, that of a bed. The now-rectangular mass rose to the height of a very thick futon with a luxuriously-sized top area, and its surface stretched and smoothed out to a glossy sheen, then deepened in color to a luscious, erotic red. Unlike previous versions of this demonic flesh bed, on which Naraku had enjoyed the sexual company of Kagura, the female-embodied Magatsuhi, and Sayaka in her ‘normal’ and Dark Priestess forms, no bedsheets formed on this one, the only concession to normal bed design being the head of the it swelling up as a long, continuous pillow, so that either he or Kikyo could lay comfortably on their backs as appropriate. In Naraku’s mind, he and Kikyo were about to be too busy, and much too hot together to bother with any bedclothes.
Naraku completed his bed with four thin, vertical stalks of demon-flesh that grew from four points placed isometrically from the bed’s corners. They rose to a height of around two feet each, and their ends formed into cup-like shapes. Masses of demonically-powered flame, possessed of a pulsating, deeply erotic red color, burst into life in each cup, bathing the bed in bloody, sexy light. In a final touch, Naraku willed the light generated by Kanna’s birthing pod hanging above to dim down to nothing, until his torch-lit bed was surrounded by pure, inky darkness.
Kikyo trembled as Naraku pressed forward on her to gently, steadily force her backward. She felt the edge of his bed brush against her rear and she instinctively reached behind her to brace her hand against its top surface, to prevent herself from falling backward outright. Her rosy lips pouted open with a silent intake of breath and her eyes met his, then he swiftly claimed her lips with his own again, pressing her back onto his bed with a domineering, yet undeniably pleasurable kiss.
Naraku’s demonic bed greeted Kikyo’s bare skin with a warmth and a rippling caress that told her the thing was alive beneath her. As the oni lord lay her back on it and her long, black hair pooled up on it beneath her head, it seemed to massage her bare back and fondle her rear, and she couldn’t resist the waves of pleasure that flowed through her as a result. By Naraku’s hedonistic design, her new body was highly erogenous and she trembled as she felt her large breasts grow seemingly warmer, her rosy nipples swelling and pulsing atop them. Between her thighs, her pristine, hairless woman’s mound throbbed with mounting desire, and her most feminine entrails tugged on her womb and the vibrant pink walls of her vaginal canal inside her to create the best fit for the prospective, extremely well-endowed male partner – Naraku – that her body felt was close.
Kikyo arched her back involuntarily, thrusting her breasts up and tilting her head rearward into the pillow-like mass beneath it as her pleasure mounted, and Naraku moved swiftly to take advantage, aligning his body with hers to cover her luscious female, Shinto miko curves with his own raw, demonic, muscle-filled male angles. Demon and priestess, male and female – two age-old competitions combined with the more recent conflict of Naraku v. Kikyo, this time playing out on the battleground of the demon’s bedroom, or the bedroom he kept beneath his bedroom, where the sin was darkest and the pleasures deepest. Slipping a hand under Kikyo’s narrow midsection to lift her into him and bracing his other to the bed next to her, Naraku guided his head down as she exposed her throat to him and took a long, possessive lick at the full length of it, beginning at the sexy feminine hollow of her collarbone and ending all the way up at the tip of her upturned chin.
This resulted in Naraku painting a glistening trail of his saliva directly over Kikyo’s beating pulse point, where his aphrodisiac osmosed through her skin and wall of her carotid artery, entering her blood for her racing heart to pump into her brain, and then she was truly his. Her stony grey eyes shot open and flashed a shimmering, erotic magenta, and for a moment, the voice in her throat that produced her moan was not her own, but rather some unholy sexual sound that sounded as if it had entered the world from some other dimension, perhaps from the demon-infested hell-scape within the Shikon jewel.
As the magenta glow faded from Kikyo’s eyes, every last bit of potential resistance flowed from her sexy body, leaving her fully receptive to whatever Naraku chose to do with her. He felt her relax beneath him and he shifted off her to lay next to her, sidling up close to her right side to bask in her body’s warmth, and share his own with her in return. He took a moment to simply study her in her sexually-charged beauty, observing the rivulets of perspiration that slipped off her lovely female brows, the lusty expression in her eyes, the blush on her cheeks, and the pout of her rosy lips.
Naraku’s hungry red gaze slipped down Kikyo’s body, first arriving at her ample chest. Her large breasts rose and fell alluringly with her breathing – she was truly breathing now, in her new body – and the depth and pace of her breath was such that he could see her flat stomach sucking in and releasing over and over. He noticed how she clenched her thighs together and rubbed them together almost imperceptibly: she was subtly masturbating, for him, on his bed, without any clothes between their bodies, and his cock pulsed potently between his own thighs as his self-restraint dwindled.
Kikyo quivered as Naraku gently, almost lovingly took her lips with his own once more, and this time she opened her mouth to him as much by instinct as by the aphrodisiac he had sewn into her blood. He reached across her lap with his right hand and lay it on her bare left hip, spreading his fingers out to their maximum width to take a firm, possessive grope at her warm, smooth female flesh. Slowly and sensuously, he slid his hand down her outer thigh, almost to her knee, then all way back up to her hip, all the while savoring the glide of her skin beneath his palm.
Then, Naraku moved his hand up, along Kikyo’s waist and ribcage to work it under her attention-getting left breast and cage his fingertips over her heart. His lips pulled into a depraved smile as he felt it beating inside her, and she looked up into his eyes in a state of stilled breath, fully expecting him to plunge his hand into her chest and dig her heart out. She knew well that murdering beautiful priestesses was one of his favorite, most twisted pastimes.
Naraku’s smile grew wider and crazier as he held Kikyo’s fearful gaze, feeling her heartbeat quickening, quickening, quickening. The darkest impulses of his demonic mind and soul grew commensurately stronger. Then, with considerable discipline, he resisted those urges and suddenly allayed her fear by subduing his smile, moving his hand from her heart to merely cover her large left breast and fondle it playfully, as a more ‘normal’ male would. “Don’t worry,” he said to her at last with a strained, gravelly tone, breaking his eye contact with her to admire the size and shape of her breast as he massaged it with his hand. “This castle needs only one Dark Priestess.”
Pleasure returned to Kikyo’s mind by the stimulation of Naraku’s hand on her breast. Her eyes slid closed as she embraced the delicious sexual feelings and she arched her back to push her breast deeper into his touch. “Naraku…” she moaned softly, writhing in a way that spoke only to the urges in him that would drive him to fuck her, and not kill her. “Oh…oh, yes…”
Naraku grinned in male sexual satisfaction, his cock feeling especially heavy between his thighs, weeping pre-cum already. “I’m glad you’re enjoying this,” he said proudly to her. Then, his expression grew distant, sentimental: “This is what Onigumo wanted. You, just like this, in bed, all to himself. For what it’s worth, I…apologize for how your life turned out, after meeting him. But at least now, we have the kind of bodies we need to really have fun with each other… ”
Kikyo stilled as Naraku abandoned his hold on her breast and lay his hand flay on her taut lower belly. There, he could feel her fertile human womb throbbing in her, then slinked his hand gradually lower, gently slipping it between her thighs in a way intended to only arouse her, and not frighten or offend her. “Open,” he whispered to her, almost begging, and she obliged by spreading one of her thighs away from the other, making room for his hand.
Naraku’s breathing grew harsher, and his cock grew incredibly bigger and harder as he cupped his hand to Kikyo’s beautiful pussy between her thighs. The heat of her was intense, and she was creaming wet already, allowing him to feel her body’s natural lubrication slicking his palm. He stroked and caressed her sex carefully and deliberately, mindful to avoid being too rough, and as he did so, he studied the expressions crossing her face. He watched her eyes flutter closed and her brows arch as if in amazement, then contract in deep concentration. Her lips pouted open and her every breath was a quiet gasp. Feeling that she was ready, he separated his hand from her just enough to line up his middle two fingers with her pussy’s delicate rosy outer petals, and as gently as ever, slid them inside.
“Ah!” Kikyo cried as she felt Naraku’s fingers entering her body. Overall, his body was significantly larger than that of any human male of the time, and as a result, his fingers were long and thick, hot and alive as they penetrated her, pushing her inner muscles apart for the first time. On the topic of ‘first times,’ her new body was new in every way, and Naraku felt the thin, silky-smooth barrier of her maidenhead resist his fingertips when they reached a certain point inside her. Fortunately for the moment, it was located deep enough in her that he didn’t have to break it in order to have his fun with her, and he proceeded eagerly.
Naraku felt Kikyo’s vaginal muscles clenching, clutching at his fingers to tell him of their rich, living female texture, and the excitement he felt for sinking his cock into their rhythmically-contracting glory was quickly becoming overwhelming. “You are so tight,” he praised to her with a breathless growl, withdrawing his fingers from her by just a little bit and sinking them back in to feel her inner muscles gliding past them by sheer lubrication. “Tight, hot, and wet. You will feel so good around me. I predict Kohaku will agree.”
Kohaku’s name cut through the swirling pink haze of sexuality gripping Kikyo’s mind and soul. “Kohaku?” she repeated with unsteady breath. “You intend to share me with him?”
“Of course,” Naraku confirmed with a devilish smile. “I designed this pussy of yours, and it feels better than I imagined, so good in fact that I feel it should be enjoyed by other males besides myself. But only the best of them. I’ve shared Kagura with Byakuya and Kohaku in this very manner, already. Kohaku and the huge, beautiful, throbbing demon cock I’ve given him will be first to have you after me, then who knows? Maybe I’ll even let InuYasha fuck you, and let his seed out inside you at least once before I kill him.”
Kikyo threw her head back as Naraku steadily increased the deep, pumping pace of his fingers in her hot, sopping cunt, truly fucking her now. By sheer reflex, her hips lifted to offer her pussy up to him. With her restored capacity for human emotion, anger flashed through her at Naraku’s vow of killing InuYasha, and she lifted her head to glare up at him defiantly, but the orgasm she could feel building up in her – her first in her new body - prevented her from doing much more. She reached down between her thighs and covered Naraku’s right hand with her left one, then slipped her right hand under his waist to curl her arm up over his muscular back and anchor herself to him. Then, pressing down on Naraku’s hand with hers, she thrust her hips up into it to fuck it in return, plunging herself headlong toward the climax rising inside her.
“Now!” Kikyo demanded to Naraku. “Make me come!”
Naraku said nothing, only grinning with maximum hedonism as he curled his fingers inside Kikyo’s pussy to find the swollen female ‘sweet spot’ along her anterior vaginal wall, which by Kikyo’s specific anatomy, thankfully came before her maidenhead. The moment his large, blunt fingertips met it, she produced a gasp deeper and more pleasure-laden than any of the night so far. Her heart pounded in her chest for him to hear, and he delighted in using her vaginal sweet spot as the control to increase its speed. Still, he was careful with his ministrations, stimulating her only as forcefully as he felt she could stand without experiencing pain, and after just a few more pumping strokes, she came undone.
Orgasm crashed over Kikyo’s mind and she cried out from the pleasure, her pussy clenching and gushing around Naraku’s skillful fingers. The oni lord had perversely engineered her new body to make it especially capable of female ejaculation during climax, and so copious streams of her juicy female cream burst out of the female excretory orifice located just beneath her throbbing clit to soak his palm with her essence. For each jet she produced, he felt her entire body jerk and her hips buck with the resulting pulse of pleasure, and he measured his breathing carefully to avoid slipping into climax with her. His big balls clenched, his cock pulsed urgently, and gradually, the transparent pre-cum oozing out of his cock began to turn creamy white as his seed threatened to escape him unbidden.
Naraku pumped his fingers inside Kikyo’s cunt continually, keeping her at the peak of her pleasure throughout her climax and helping her ease down into a tremendous afterglow. For a time, she felt as if weightless and soaring, her brain spinning in her head and her chest heaving as she caught her breath. She released Naraku’s hand between her thighs and he extracted his fingers from her slowly, their tips dragging a thick, jiggling thread of her cum out with them. He made a show of stretching it out until it broke silently, then held his cum-soaked hand up for her to see, spreading out his fingers to show off her essence linking them in web-like strands.
“Taste,” Naraku instructed to Kikyo as he closed his middle two fingers together and pressed their tips to the sex-addled priestess’ rosy lips. Obediently, she parted them and accepted Naraku’s fingers into her mouth, tasting her body’s coppery sexual flavor exploding onto her tongue. For the first time of her second life, she truly tasted. With perverse enjoyment, he slid his fingers over her silky pink tongue, all the way to the back of her mouth, and she sealed her lips around them, allowing her to suck them clean as he retracted them.
The moment Naraku’s fingers were clear of Kikyo’s mouth, the oni lord seized her lips in another demanding kiss, distributing her taste between their tongues. His self-control was finally at its end and he couldn’t wait another second to truly have her, so he slipped away from her side to position himself directly atop her, swiftly working his broad, muscular hips between her shapely thighs. He broke the kiss to let her breathe and she opened her eyes to find him gazing down at her from directly above, his red eyes glowing red hot with pure, male lust…

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A Twist in the Myth