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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: another chapter for adults, folks. Sexual content ahead!
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Scoundrel! After taking a deep breath, Ailyn furiously slid the door, making it hit against the wall and wave. The lasses inside, already terrified, screamed their lungs out and Bankotsu stretched one arm to reach Banryu, settled by his side. When his fingers were almost touching the hilt of his colossal weapon, he saw who was entering as wild as a tornado and his eyes grew widened, his smile almost faded. One hand of his rested over a knee.
The girl who was playing the music didn't need to hear a word coming from Ailyn to stand up and run for her life. Greenish lumen evolving that strange creature was enough to make her reach the top of despair. Yet, the lassie by the mercenary's side stood still, paralyzed by fear.
"A-a yokai!" She whispered, her body curling and shaking. Bankotsu just chuckled.
"Leave." In a strange coldness, Ailyn commanded the younger girl.
Still, the delicate little flower couldn't leave her place. Then, the Red Rose's slender fingers grabbed her by the hair, making her lift up. The girl shouted in pain and the celeste eyes didn't even look at her; they were locked on the figure of a man who comfortably was resting his elbows over his crossed legs, looking amused.
"Leave before I suck your soul out of you, drain your youth from your gut and let your body rot here!" The woman with the golden hair hissed, glaring at the pitiful little thing. Small dark eyes moved around, into her direction and into Bankotsu's, sometimes glancing at the unknown being causing a burning pain on her scalp, sometimes looking at the murderer nearby, not sure which one she feared the most.
The mercenary shrugged, indicating that he didn't care; this gesture gave the girl enough courage to break free from Ailyn's grip and clumsily run, stumbling against walls and nearly falling over while turning around the corridor. As soon as she left, the leader of the Shichinintai laughed so hard that he almost choked.
"Should you not be climbing that damn mount?!" Ailyn yelled. "I hope Naraku rip your skin from your bones, you damned womanizer!"
"You're jealous? How cute!" He rose calmly, tidying his collar up.
Suddenly a smacking sound echoed by the large chamber and Bankotsu felt his cheek sore. It happened so fast that he got some seconds to assimilate the situation – he has been slapped. Her hand covered a side of his face and the blow was strong enough to make his head turn. Stern, the mercenary stroke the aching skin and stared at his aggressor with fire in the eyes.
"Scoundrel, shorty bastard..." Ailyn began to enumerate curses into a low hiss. Then a hand clasped around her neck and squeezed, stealing her voice. Effortlessly, he threw her against a wall, still strangling the lass, cobalt murderous pools stuck on her turquoise ones. "Release me!" The demand sounded into a weak whisper, her nails scratched his hand, her fists punched his arm, messing the white sleeve of the bandit's robe.
"You're not my owner, do you hear me?" His tone was deep, tanned nose tip rubbed against hers, air was blowing dense from him, mixing up with the little she could exhale. "Hit me again and I'll show you something..." His fingers slowly unmade the grip around her throat and she coughed, with hands leaning against the wall while her head fell ahead in dizziness.
When Ailyn recovered the oxygen and the balance, her gaze met the mercenary's again and she began to laugh loudly. Bankotsu, standing still, arched one eyebrow.
"What are you laughing at?" Annoyed, he stepped ahead.
"Is it not obvious?" Still panting, she was massaging the neck bruised by his touch. "At you!" The lass saw his hands closing into fists and knew she was achieving to disorder his senses. "Do you think I am afraid of you?" She laughed even harder, so much that she sobbed. And, to prove herself how challenging her acts could be, Ailyn propelled into his direction, her hands clasped over his firm chest, pushing the man not only one, but many times. "Go on then, show me what you got, stallion!" Although she was still laughing, it was crystal clear that her rage didn't dissipate, nor did her bitterness. Ailyn came to scratch his skin, leaving a superficial mark. This time was her face which felt like burning. So intense has been the impact that she fell sitting on the floor, her hair was disarrayed, covering the blue maniac eyes. "Did you... did you just hit me?!" The question was merely rhetorical, his raising hand answered for itself. Like her, Bankotsu was flushed with anger.
"Why? Want some more?" If she knew to speak loudly, he could do it even better.
The Scottish woman stood up in one jump, dark fog surrounded her figure. She directed her fateful tormented souls to the mercenary with her hands pointed at him. In large steps, the lad reached the huge halberd and started to cut the spectres with the blade. Tenuous reddish lumen formed around the weapon. Although he could not defeat spirits with a sword from this world, till the ghostly shadows could recompose Bankotsu was inches from Ailyn again in a single jump. He dropped Banryu to hold her wrists. Normally, things like that wouldn't break her concentration. However, while being pulled against his muscular chest, the smoke once evolving her contours faded into nothing. Her body has been thrown upon the futon like it weighed less than a feather. The mercenary fell over her frail forms, arresting the moving legs between his. Rough fingers covered hers unmercifully. The woman's shouts of protest didn't intimidate the man who barely blinked while studying her every detail.
"You think you're better than me, don't you?" His voice was cool and calm, although the body beneath his was frantically moving. "Always with your head held high, acting like you're untouchable, yet secretly yearning for me to fix you." Was he smirking? Or was it just anger in his eyes and curved lips? Ailyn pretended not to pay attention to his words; her pride wouldn't let her admit her true feelings at that moment.
"Go to hell!" The Red Rose screamed, her body hit against his, pushing it up and he just threw himself over her in response, pressing her back against the futon.
"What? You think you can discard me like trash and my life won't move on? You think I'll be waiting for you and won't have some fun with anybody else?" He laughed delightfully. "I'm not your little toy, bitch".
"You are so full of yourself, you freaking corpse!" Her voice came tearing her throat. Heavens, the bastard was so close she could feel his breath smoothing her chin, his heat emanated so intensely she felt feverish under his weight, and he scented far too good for a cold murderer.
"So why did you come after me, huh?" The fury, once so clear in his tone, even in his laughter, subtly was gone. It was replaced by a sort of curiosity.
"Have you lost your mind?" She attempted to mock him, but the nervousness made her gasp, preventing the lass to achieve showing a single shade of confidence.
Bankotsu stretched her arms above her head and proceeded holding her wrists in one of his hands, the other slid into her cleavage and pulled the black strands of hair hidden inside. In some way, the lad understood how she has been able to follow his trail, proving himself to be smarter than he looked. The foreigner's legs ceased to contort and her fingers opened, hands finally relaxing into his grip. Red lips curled, so did her tongue when choosing words to utter an answer that never came. Ailyn turned her face aside, ashamed of her impotence, confused by her own actions. Feeling defeated, she hated herself for being so distracted and ending up falling in such a trap. Why in the world would she have listened to Annabelle?
Then, a chill ran through her skin. His nose and mouth rubbed softly against her neck, going up to her face, stealing from her parted lips another gasp.
"You didn't come this far for nothing, am I wrong?" Bankotsu purred in her ear before licking the sensitive external cartilage. A moan poured between her teeth, she bit her lower lip, eyes could not help but close. "Why don't you quit playing the hard way and have some fun, hm?" His hand slid down her belly, fingers dragging under the black ribbons which kept her corset tied, going up the silky fabric till reaching one breast and press it, crumpling the cloth over the shivering skin. "You want it, I want it..."
"Do not try to sweet talk your way out of this," Ailyn murmured, turning her face back towards him, her lips brushing against Bankotsu's already wet with desire.
"I'm not promising you anything" He smirked and bit her lips smoothly. "I'm just telling you to have some fun."
"Can you handle it?" At last the lass regained some self-esteem. Ailyn challenged him in a seductive tone, lifting her head a bit, enclosing their faces more than before. "Or do you think I am like those two little whores who get impressed by anything?"
"Ah, I'm sure that you might be far more interesting." Responding her smirk with another, the warrior pressed the pulsing volume into his pants against her womb.
"Oh, darling, you cannot imagine how..." a shadowy grin formed on her lips. The green jewel of her ring shone bright, in the next moment Bankotsu lost the control over his limbs. An invisible force threw him against a wall and kept him locked in place, his arms and legs tried to move and not an inch left it's spot.
"Oi! What's this shit?!" The man inquired outrageously while the western lass was calmly standing up.
"You behaved very, very badly..." with crossed arms, she paced towards the cornered man, her voice reverberating through the room as a soft, enchanted breeze.
"Take me out of here, or..." he hissed a threat which was soon muffled by a so spontaneous moan that embarrassed him. A hand held his manhood firmly, pressing it over the pants. "What are you doing?!" Controlling the sounds trying to leave his throat, the mercenary asked.
"Men like you use to believe that having sex with a woman is just riding, deflowering her, and that is all." Ailyn said casually while untying the sash of his garment. She opened the upper part of the clothes, unveiling his handsome abdomen, then her hands lowered his pants in a tortuous slowness, kneeling down in front of the man attached to the wall, his feet hanging a few inches from the floor. At last, the lass removed her black gloves and threw them far. "You consider yourselves as the dominants in everything..." Her tongue circled his navel, causing his belly to retract. Ailyn hummed and raised an eyebrow when finally meeting the erect phallus right in front of her face. "Bigger than I remembered".
"You thought it was small?!" Bankotsu's complexion burned in redness. To mess around with his pride in such a way was dangerous, so before the man could burst of rage and break free from her spell, the lass carefully held his member and circled the swollen glans with her thirsty tongue. As hearing his lingering moan sounding more excited than the first, she sucked the warm sensitive skin, putting it's tip into her mouth, squeezing it hungrily between her lips.
Ailyn realized that it was the first time someone has "kissed" him in there. Bankotsu lifted his face up, eyes blurred, almost closed, his teeth rubbing over his lower lip tugging it's skin. All his muscles were pumping, shuddering.
Inspired by his reactions, she went on sucking his mast, allowing more of it's length to enter her mouth as her fingers encircling his base started to move up and down, pressing it tightly while her tongue twirled around his hardness in a sort of sensual massage. Ailyn already could taste the salty flavor of a translucent fluid dripping on her palate. He was almost there. The time has come to increase the speed of suctions and touches. So she did, sucking his entire thick member, his apex hitting at the back of her throat as she squeezed it deliciously between her palate and soaked tongue.
His breath fastened, in the middle of some grunts he has uttered several dirty words which she couldn't even number. Ailyn almost laughed, yet she has managed to cool it down to not spoil the moment, for the Red Rose wanted to drive him crazy and she was getting there. Soon after his entire body tremble, her mouth was filled by clear seed, so much semen has been released that a part of it poured from the corner of her lips. Panting, Bankotsu bended his head, dark bangs covered his gaze while drops of sweat fell down from the straight wet strands.
Carefully, Ailyn put his phallus out of her mouth. Still on her knees, she wiped her face with the back of a hand.
"Was it a punishment?" Between sighs, Bankotsu murmured.
"A lecture". Ailyn rose up, pointed one hand to the man and suddenly his feet reached the floor and his arms were free to make their moves. He stumbled however, still numbed by such violent ejaculation.
His face was upraised once more, attentive cobalt pools noting her eyes looking at him up and down, never concealing her hunger. Those igniting turquoises blinked sometimes, her bosom raised and went down in a profound breath. Ailyn was studying every little detail on him: the bare tanned chest, abs perfectly designed, only the strong arms were still covered by white sleeves. Oh, how she wanted to swallow him whole!
Shamelessly, the witch came closer and dragged her fingertips over that muscular stomach, climbing to his chest. The mercenary, on his turn, tangled one hand around the curls on her nape and rubbed his lips against the ones painted in red. Tongues poked each other first, and in the next second they were twirling, rolling, embracing one another. In an uninhibited impulse, she jumped on his arms, entwining his waist with her legs.
Bankotsu's hands grabbed her buttocks, pulling up the heavy layers of her skirt, unveiling her pale, thick thighs. Under those curtains of fabric there was no underwear, he noted, sliding his thumb on her groin.
"You came already prepared, huh? How naughty..." He purred between her ear and neck while resting her back against the opposite wall. "Come on, take it off!" The mercenary commanded anxiously, referring to the ties of the upper part of her dress. Noting the lass was delaying there only to tease him, Bankotsu decided to help and just pulled the ribbons, repeating the same process with the dark corset underneath, loosening it enough so he could bring down the silky black chemise and reveal the big, perfectly rounded breasts below. "Fuck, you're so beautiful!" Words came out naturally from his mouth as azure globes gleamed in wonder, roaming on the pale softness, then resuming to stare at those two mesmerizing turquoises, finding a silly smile adorning her visage. She looked flattered. However, delicacy was not one of his main characteristics. Soon, Bankotsu was pressing one of those mounds into his rough hand while sucking and licking it's pinkish nipple voraciously.
Ailyn stuck her fingers on his scalp, pulling locks of black hair. Now it was her voice which reverberated desperately in pleasure. Bankotsu's tongue traced ways over a whole breast of hers then he engulfed the other into his mouth, letting her two rosebuds hardened. Sinking into her chest, he licked the space between the mounds his hands were palpating, his nose pressed against the shivering skin, breathing in her scent and Ailyn's heart pounded loudly. Listening to the fast rhythm of the beats induced him to proceed savouring her there, and also reanimated the stem between his legs.
She pressed his body between her thighs, making him arch ahead, then the pulsing phallus rubbed against the humid entrance. They trembled together.
"I want you." Although Ailyn was whispering, her tone was very demanding. "I want you right now!"
A chuckle of his sounded, muffled against her shivering breast. The mercenary held the base of his member, leaned his hips ahead and fulfilled the command, putting himself inside the slippery gap, immediately quivering as her hungry lips and channel squeezed him tightly.
"Bankotsu!" She cried out the name between lustful moans, her nails drew several lines upon his back, then one hand returned to his head and stroked the velvet locks.
Hearing his name melting into her mouth drove him mad. A hand once squeezing the woman's breast held her chin, those fingers pressing her jaw didn't let her mouth close, so he kissed her willingly while thrusting inside her core as if it was his last day on Earth. The violence of his blows made her back hit against the wall, they didn't mind the sound of the rice paper tearing behind. His hands clasped against her buttocks one more time, bruising the skin, then Bankotsu impaled himself into her depths, fiercely moving in and out, delighting himself on the way she swallowed him in, so eagerly, even devotedly.
That passionate, wild swinging endured till Bankotsu was melted in cum inside of her womb, with his mouth pressed against her shoulder.
At last, her legs untied the embrace around his waist, and her feet still wearing black boots met the floor again.
"That was..." She would describe the experience.
"You think it's over?" He cupped her face, bitting one of her cheeks. "I have barely just begun." Bankotsu showed a lecherous smirk. "Lay down." His index finger pointed the futon next to them.
To be continued...
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The rest of this naughtiness will be published in the next chapter, this one is already too big. :')
About this first part though, well, I never thought of Bankotsu as a virgin, still I see him as a man from his time, I believe that a mercenary like him wouldn't mind about giving pleasure to a woman, probably he would see any female as someone to serve him, so Bankotsu would just "take" what he wanted and leave, and although he is far too handsome, he is also a murderer, I believe most women would fear him too much to feel attracted by his gorgeous looks. So, in my mind, no one has ever... erh... went down on him? (Omg, I think I'm blushing, I write those spicy scenes but the truth is I'm a very shy person x.x). Well, in this fic, Ailyn has been the first to "kiss" him there. Whew!
Hope you're enjoying this "intense" couple just as I am.
Oh, and I also have a sad, but good new to share with you. I finally managed to organize the chapters of Web of Lies and the fic will reach 104 chapters in whole (except for FFnet, there will be 103 because I didn't parted one chapter in two as I did in other sites). I am translating the last one as I am telling this to you now. Everytime I can, I'll be coming here to publish new pieces of this tale, but two chapters per weekend will still be most of my routine.
This is it for now, see ya soon! Kissuuus!
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Web of Lies (Naraku/OC/Kagewaki Hitomi)