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In A Blue Moon - MPREG version	By : NihilEtNemo Category: InuYasha > Yaoi - Male/Male > InuYasha/Sessh?maru > InuYasha/Sessh?maru Views: 31078 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter Eight (m)

Stolen Moon

Where am I?

Without opening my eyes, I can smell Naraku all around me, but I can hear no movement; I must be alone, in whatever hovel the bastard calls his home. As I understand it… he means to keep me here until I have given birth to Inuyasha’s child, and kill it and make me bear his own. He is insane if he thinks I will let him keep me that long. Unless he has done something to me already…?

Still without otherwise moving or opening my eyes, I lick the upper side of my nose, from the bridge to the tip, but I taste only of Inuyasha. He has not claimed me in any way, yet.

“What a tongue…”

I sit up quickly into a defensive crouch, glaring at Naraku as I take in my surroundings. Poison leaks from my claws instinctively; if I could kill him now, I would take great pleasure in doing so. He has the advantage over me at the moment, however, and I shall have to await my opportunity.

“I think we really should put it to some better use, though…” he continues. He is sitting casually on a cushion near the door with his legs crossed, leaning against the wall and looking at me with a rather bored expression, his eyes half lidded, smirking slightly. The baboon pelt is gone, destroyed, and I am relieved, for the thing did stink. His senses must be much more dull than mine, if he is able to wear such a thing. The smell of it that clings to him and this place is still distressing, but I am better able to ignore it.

I take a quick glance around the room. It is not large, and there are no windows. It is lit by fire, torches on the walls; only a few of them, but my eyesight is able to make use of the dim lighting and see nearly perfectly. Likely his is as well, possibly better than I can. I am sitting on something soft, a thick futon raised from the floor. Very soft… too soft, in my opinion, and I sink into it, and the several layers of covers on it as well. There are several piles of cushions on the floor, scattered thickly about. The place reeks of decadent comfort, of pampering… is this what he thinks of me? That I must be coddled and pampered like some weak human female, treated like a doll and I will hand over my affections? My prison is to be an insult like this? For I will certainly not be allowed to leave…

He stands up and comes near me; I growl quietly, a very clear warning, which he chooses to disregard. He instead swats my hand away from the covers, and the hole the poison was burning in them. I attempt to claw him in passing, only to test him, but he brushes it off, seemingly without noticing.

“Now, stop that, my pet,” he says condescendingly, fingering the hole lightly. I freeze; I can remember my father calling me that… “You’ll destroy your bed at this rate – and I’m not giving you another one.”

“I will destroy you!”

He smiles, and I growl again, seeing red. He dares keep lord Sessho-maru prisoner? He will learn the error of his ways – he may even have the opportunity to tell me that he has done so before he dies. I lunge forward with the idea of ripping out his throat – then choke and fall back, my hand going to my neck, feeling with shock the heavy collar there, unnoticed until now. I look behind me – there is a thick chain attached to the wall, the other end to the collar, and it is too strong for me to beak, meaning it is very likely enchanted. I turn back to him with a snarl. Alas, my fur is still with Inuyasha, or else I would change into my true form and slay him…

“If you’re good, I might lengthen the chain,” he says with a smile. “I imagine you’ll want off the bed before too long. Until you show me you can behave, however, it stays there. I do hope you understand; I don’t want to make this too unpleasant… at least not in such a trivial way.”

“You will die, Naraku!”

“Eventually, probably, but not now, and not by your hand.” He turns away. “I’ll leave you to get used to your room, for now. But don’t worry, pet… I’ll be back later.”

I growl at his back, but I am helpless to do anything against him, and he leaves me alone. I try to break the chain again; useless. I can move no further than two feet from the wall, meaning that I am trapped not only in this room but on this bed. I resign myself to it for the moment, but I will get out. I am not helpless, despite what he seems to think…

I will not sleep here, but I sit motionless against the wall, my legs crossed, eyes very nearly closed, apparently relaxed. The moment I get my opportunity…

Naraku returns in high spirits. Several hours have passed; I do not move even as he comes in. Through my futile attempts at using it, I know that I cannot kill him with my whip. Both of my swords are still missing. My only weapons now are my teeth and claws, and it is extremely uncouth to use one’s teeth as a weapon – but I doubt I will hesitate to rip Naraku’s throat out with them if I am presented with the opportunity.

“So, my pet…” I growl at him, without moving. He already knows I am awake and conscious of his presence at any rate. He ignores me, of course. “How have you been enjoying yourself? I trust your accommodations are quite comfortable?”

He seems unaffected when I do not answer him, and sets something down on the floor that I cannot quite make out in the dim light, from this angle. Then he turns back to me. “You will, by now, have noticed that all of your powers have been sealed. Really, it wasn’t hard, with how weak you are.” He steps closer, and I growl, which he ignores, and crack my knuckles, to which he responds only by holding my hand flat against my leg with one of his. He is stronger than I gave him credit for – or am I only weaker?

“Now… let’s put that magnificent tongue of yours to good use…” He leans forward and tries to kiss me.

I snap at his throat, and he jerks away just in time. “Bad dog,” he says mildly; the collar around my neck begins to tighten, I yank my hand away from his and try to pull it loose, but in a few seconds I am unable to breathe completely. I grab his throat, digging my claws into his flesh as a warning even as I start to become lightheaded, but he only smiles.

“Yes, of course, you could kill me… but then you and your poor baby would slowly suffocate as well.” I tighten my hold for just a moment; Inuyasha does not want me anyway, so my life is of little consequence. And I could rid the world of this bastard… But I do not honestly wish to kill my child. But he will kill it anyway as soon as it is born, if I do not get away from him. And if I kill him, my powers should return…

“You’re turning blue,” he says mildly; I barely hear him, only the blood rushing in my ears. I seem to have no strength left to kill him with anyway… My hand falls away, even as I will it not to, as I will it to snap his puny neck; I feel myself falling; everything goes dark…

“Wake up, pet.”

“Chichiue-dono…?”

When I open my eyes, Naraku’s face is one of vague surprise, but almost as though he is laughing at me. “Hardly your father, my dear Sessho-maru. Though that was a very interesting reaction. By the way, next time, don’t think about it so much; you’re not much fun when you’re unconscious. Although it did give me the time I needed.”

I try to sit up, and find that I cannot. My wrist is now chained as well, and Naraku is sitting beside me. I realize in a few seconds that I am naked, and growl at him. He smiles.

“Eventually, I’m sure you’ll see that it’ll benefit you much more simply to cooperate on your own, but until then, I have very little choice but to make you cooperate. I hope you don’t mind much.” He moves and sits overtop of me, so that he is straddling my waist. “What happened to your stripes, by the way? They were so pretty, and now they’re barely there…” I decline to answer, and his wandering eyes snap to my face. He narrows them, and slaps me. Hard. “Answer me, Sessho-maru.”

I only growl, as I turn back to look at him again.

He sighs, then draws his fist back and drives it into my stomach. I realize what he is doing only a moment before he does it – no time to tell him not to…

It hurts so much – and not just to me, but I can feel my child crying out in pain as well. I hear myself whine, and my hand clenches into a fist, driving pain into my hand as the claws pierce the skin. I try to breathe, but it is hard…

“Now, what happened to your stripes, pet?”

“You bastard – I am carrying a child, as you know! You will hurt it!”

“I will kill it if you don’t answer me.” He picks up a strand of my hair and runs it over his fingers.

“They are fading because of the child…” I finally answer, when he raises his eyes to look into mine. I do not want him to hurt my child…

“Good boy,” he says. “You should learn soon that it’s easier just to answer me straight away. I don’t know how many hits it would take to cause permanent damage to the little bastard, but I know I’m willing to find out. Obey me, though, and we’ll get along just fine.”

I wish that I could defy him, spit in his face and tell him that I will never obey him… but I am not so certain of that. If he continues to threaten my child, I will do anything I am ordered to keep it safe.

“Are you at all talented with that long tongue of yours? You know what I mean.” I do indeed know precisely what he means, and would rather not answer. I suspect that will not be an option. “Come on, answer me, Lord,” he coaxes. “Or do we need to see if two strikes are enough?”

“Yes, I am,” I say coldly; while I have had little opportunity to show Inuyasha, it is true. I learned what was good and what was merely mediocre from watching my father’s reactions over the course of several decades, and I would not be boasting to say that I perfected my technique.

However, I have no desire whatsoever to demonstrate so to Naraku.

Again, I suspect that will not be an option.

“Good. I want you to show me.”

“No.”

“I’m sorry, did that sound like a request?”

I bare my teeth at him, and he seems to think twice about his order. They are made for cutting through meat; somehow, I think perhaps he does not want to chance it. Then he smiles, again, and I know I am lost…

“If I even suspect that you’re thinking about biting me…” He taps his hand on my bare stomach. “I will rip your gut open so fast you won’t even have the chance.” He moves forward until he is on my chest, and reaches into his pants to pull out his already plenty hard member. I refuse to look and turn my face away. A feeble defense, I know, but the best I can mange. He will not truly kill my child if I refuse… will he? A hand tapping on my stomach again tells me the answer to that. He will not so much as think twice about it.

He turns my face back up with a smirk. “Come on,” he says. “No sense putting it off, is there, pet?”

I glare at him for a moment before pulling myself up slightly so that I can do as he demands. With a shudder, I take a deep breath and begin to take him into my mouth. I cannot believe I am actually doing this…

He slaps me again, making me release him. I glare at him; was I not doing as he commanded?

“I’ve praised your tongue several times today, pet. Use it. I want to see it in action; I know it’s more than long enough.”

Indeed it is; I have wondered before what sort of demon my mother truly was. She cannot have been purely inu. If not from her, then where did I get my purr? Or my obscenely long tongue – close to eight inches of it can fit outside of my mouth, hence my careful speech, for if I try to rush my words it gets in the way. These are not the traits of dog demons – or, collectively, any demon I have heard of. Of course, cats purr, and the tongue could belong to a lizard… but I would have noticed if she were either of those. Perhaps I am just a freak…

So I lick at him as commanded, my long tongue immediately going to the base to draw down the underside of his member. He shudders; looking up at him, I see him watching with a smirk, but his eyes fairly glowing with arousal. I wonder how little I can get away with doing. Perhaps he will be too turned on by the licking and I will never have to actually touch him… not that this is in any way less than shameful or disgusting. I have no problem with the act itself, and am rather proud of my abilities… but the fact that I am being forced to do it by Naraku is what makes it so. I would not be ashamed or disgusted to do this for Inuyasha. I was never ashamed or disgusted to do it for my father. It is only Naraku.

“Come on, pet, I thought you were talented,” he says. “Don’t talk – I want to see that tongue at all times. Just rectify the situation.”

I am still well able to growl with my tongue thusly engaged. He seems not to like that and slaps me again, making my bite my tongue, then grabs my face and turns it back, his fingers digging into my jaw to force my mouth open.

“You do not want to continue growling at me,” he says quietly. “There are ways to break dogs of the habit, and if you won’t break yourself of it, I may have to employ them.”

I yank my face away from his hand. “I am not your dog!”

“Oh, and barking too, I see.” He grabs my hair at my forehead and yanks my head back while pulling it up, so that it is hard to breathe and almost impossible to do anything else, including look at him. My blood from my bitten tongue is beginning to choke me. “The next thing that comes out of your mouth had better be ‘forgive me, master,’ followed by your tongue, or neither you nor your child will like the consequences.”

I nearly growl again; it is habit, and instinct. Instead, I swallow it and say nothing. I will never call him my master.

“Well, you’re not barking at least.” He pulls my head back further, so that once again I am almost completely unable to breathe. “But let my make myself more clear. Either you do as I commanded you to do, or your bastard child will face my wrath.” He taps his hand on my stomach. He has no claws to speak of, but I know he is still dangerous. He will make good on his threat, though he must know that if he kills my child I will force him to kill me, for I would have little else to live for.

“Say it, you little bitch.”

I close my eyes. My child is more important than my pride. “Forgive me… Master…” I manage to grind out. He releases my hair and I can breathe again, and swallow the blood in my mouth, and I open my eyes to glare up at him.

“Good dog,” he says with a smile. “Carry on.”

I swiftly yet reluctantly resume my former actions upon his now incredibly harder erection. He enjoys dominating me so much, does he? I have some news for him; it is, apparently, not a hard thing to do. He is the third to manage it with such simple actions that it is a wonder everyone does not do it. I imagine I would lose all respect I have ever earned if it were learned how easily I am turned into any strong demon’s bitch…

I swipe the tip of my tongue across the underside of his balls, smearing them also with blood, and he moans quietly. Like that, do you? How would you feel if I bit them off, you sadistic bastard? Come any closer and I think I might…

“No naughty thoughts, pet,” he says. “I can see them on your face, and you know what the punishment for naughty thoughts is…”

I hold back another growl and curl my tongue, running it back toward my mouth so that the underside of it trails along the underside of him. I cannot taste him this way, which I count as a blessing. I enjoy neither your taste nor smell, hanyou; you reek of rotting human, and I do not eat human meat.

“That’s good…” he murmurs. Perhaps he will lose enough control that I can do him some damage…

I point my tongue and lick the swollen head in my face, trying not to gag at the taste of his leaking juices. You are rotten, completely through, and you taste of decay – disgusting. Utterly disgusting. I do not eat carrion either. But I endure it and lick the upper side from the tip up to the base, watching as he shivers from the sight. Why is my tongue such an arousing thing? It is not even particularly useful for anything beyond what I am doing now, and I am not even entirely certain why others enjoy this so much… though that ignorance could be attributed to never having experienced it myself. Would my father debase himself to do such a thing? I think not, and Inuyasha is greatly inexperienced and largely unimaginative; I am not even entirely certain this idea has ever occurred to him. It is not his place to pleasure me, at any rate; or would not be, had he not sent me away…

Pain – I accidentally bit my tongue again. I should stop that; I will bite it clean off it I am not careful. And then what use would Naraku have for me? On the other hand, perhaps biting it off is not such a bad idea after all…

He is getting closer, though I have done nothing spectacular. I thought he might. He seems far too eager to be aroused by me and anything and everything I might do. I want him done, so that he will leave me alone once again and I can forget that this ever happened, and so I wrap my tongue twice around his thick member and begin to move it upward. “Fuck,” he mutters. He is very close now.

Then he grabs my hair and holds my head still as he rams himself completely into my mouth, making me gag and try hurriedly to disengage my tongue, though that proves to be nearly impossible. “Suck!” he commands. I try to obey, but it would be nice if I could breathe… He tastes of my blood from my bitten tongue; I would have made an effort to keep the blood off of him if I had known he was going to do this. I gag again as he rams himself down my throat, my tongue still half circled around him, cutting off any hope I had of breathing.

“I said suck!” His hand tightens painfully in my hair, and he pulls out slightly. I feel blood in my throat; he is not overly large, but I was not prepared, and he did hurt me. He rams himself down my throat again; I try to do as he said and suck, but it is not easy to do, and I think he may find my inability to do so more exciting than if I had done it. He continues to fuck my mouth mercilessly, and I snatch a quick breath through my nose when I can, but it is not enough and if I do not get some air soon I think I must pass out. My throat is raw, and burns whenever he contacts it; his fluids might well be poisoned for how they feel on my damaged flesh. His hand gets progressively tighter in my hair until I actually feel him begin to pull some out, and he slams into my mouth as I try to breathe, making me gag almost every time from his erratic rhythm. I try to do as he commanded and suck, if only so that he will finish before I pass out and choke to death when he does, but I feel a whine trying to escape my throat. I forcefully hold it back. I will not show that kind of weakness... Even being used like this, against my will and with no other choice, I will not be that weak.

I feel him twitch in my throat and realize too late that he is going to release – he does so, his grip on my hair tightening further. “Swallow it!” I hear, and I try, but there is far too much and I actually inhale some of it. I choke, but he is still in my throat and I feel as though I am suffocating and drowning at the same time. For a moment, I think that he finds the idea of killing me like this incredibly amusing and intends to do so, instead of having me bear his child.

Then he magnanimously pulls himself from my throat, and I cough, choking on his seed and trying to breathe at the same time, until I turn onto my side and cough it up, almost vomiting that which I did swallow back up as well. I lie there for a moment, breathing heavily.

“Bad dog,” he says, and I grit my teeth. “I thought I told you to swallow. Clean it up.”

“My hand is bound,” I answer without looking at him.

“I didn’t say anything about using your hand. I meant lick it up.”

I bristle at the very thought, and I hear a low growl come up from my throat. “Never!”

He hits me, and I fall onto my stomach, having no hand to catch myself. “Don’t talk back to your master, dog!”

“I. Am not. A dog!” I growl at him, whipping my head toward him and seeing red, a thin layer of it over everything. My claws crack; I long to kill him…

He laughs.

I feel his hand pat the top of my head and snap at his wrist with my teeth, but miss. “Whoever tried to mate you really did affect you,” he says. “If it took you this long to go demon… Now. Obey your master. Lick it up.”

“No!”

He grabs my hair again, but this time I do manage to bite him. It is neither deep nor serious, but I bit him – his blood burns. Poison indeed.

He shoves my face down, but I refuse to allow him to push me completely down into the mess. “Lick it!” he yells. I growl at him, try to throw him off so that I can attack him, but he pushes down with all of his strength and I feel my neck beginning to give out. But I will not do as he commands!

I push my head back up and turn it around to snap at him again. He sits on my lower back, straddling me once more, and pushes my head down again, but I refuse to give in. I refuse! You will have to kill me first!

With a growl as feral as mine, he hits me again, then releases my head. I have won this round, you piece of hanyou filth.

“It’s your bed, I suppose,” he says, trying to sound reasonable. As though I did not just beat him. “Even wild animals know enough not to mess their own bed, but I suppose you need some training in that regard as well. It will stay there until you clean it up, though.” He moves – at first I think he is moving away, going to leave me alone after that – then, with no warning whatsoever, I find that struggling with me has made him aroused once more, as he mercilessly thrusts himself into me. I cannot hold back a loud whine; it hurts very badly, as he rips and tears at my insides, coating himself with my blood almost instantly. He would actually take a demon who is with child? He is barbaric, inhuman – he is a monster. Even Inuyasha, who was raised by humans, left me alone! He is forcing me now?

“Guess your wannabe mate didn’t take much advantage of this gorgeous body, did he?” he grunts out, forcing himself deeper into me. I close my eyes against the pain and rest my forehead against a clean part of the bed, grinding my teeth but still whining occasionally. I know he will take pleasure in those noises of pain, but even I have my limit to what I can bear silently, and he has found it.

The pain of this is so great, I can find no pleasure in it. Part of that is also surely because I am mostly mated to someone else and because of my child, but I attribute much of it to the pain. That is all I feel as he moves inside me; it remains unpleasant and painful throughout, though I feel the pleasure he is taking from it, as his breathing becomes harsher and more erratic. He holds my hips tightly and makes no effort to give me pleasure anyway. He is an animal, raping to procreate and with no thought for his partner or any harm he may cause. I despise him, a little more with every whine of pain that I cannot hold back. He either does not notice or does not care, or he does notice and finds pleasure in them as well. Impossibly, each thrust seems to go even deeper than the last, so that the pain never dissipates, there is never an end to it. I hate him… I will kill him, I swear that I will, or die in the attempt.

He continues pounding into me, forcing me into the soft bed. I almost will myself to suffocate, except for my child, which he thankfully seems to have forgotten, or at least neglected to threaten for a while. How am I allowing myself to be used like this? How am I allowing myself to be caused this much pain? I should be able to defend myself – I should never be used this way!

I feel him grow stiffer on top of me and thrust very quickly into me, and I bite my lip to subdue the pain and to prepare myself. His hands dig into my hips as he finally thrusts himself the deepest into me yet, and reaches his climax. It burns, inside of me; I think he is more than rotten, he is diseased, he is poison through and through; how could any child of his be less than the same, less than rotten and poisoned? I will kill such a child before it has drawn its second breath!

He pulls out of me, to my relief, though it burns and leaves me nearly whimpering with pain. I control myself. I will not let him know how he hurts me, or he will continue to do so. Nor do I look at him. I care little for what he is doing right now.

“That should do it,” he says. “Though the other little brat in there might try and keep mine from taking hold, so I think I’ll have to come back later, have another shot at it.” I do not even bother to glare at him. He will come back to rape me again if he will; I have very little choice in the matter and nothing I can do about it. If Inuyasha’s child is anything like him, though, it will strangle your abomination before it is born! It will save me the trouble of doing so afterward…

I feel him stand, removing himself from the bed, then the chain on my wrist comes undone and I can sit up as well. He is already leaving. “By the way,” he says, as he stops and turns partially back. “There’s your food.” He nods toward what he set in the corner before. There are two bowls sitting there, one of water and one of raw meat. He expects me to eat from a bowl on the floor like a dog? I will kill him!

I growl at him, and he laughs again. “Of course, your chain is going to stay that short until you clean up the mess on your bed. Then you can have your food.” He laughs again and walks out.

I sink my claws into the wall and growl at the closed door, dissolving the stone in my anger. Then I grab the blanket I coughed his seed onto and throw it across the room.

Naraku does not return for two days; there are no windows, but I can sense the moon when it comes up, and when it goes down, for my power is somehow tied to it. The first day I was more than content to stay where I was, without his interruptions. On the second day, I became hungry, and started realizing that the meat he had left there smelled good, especially as the room was apparently magically sealed, and there were no insects for it to attract. However, not only was I unwilling to do what I was commanded to be allowed to eat it, I was unable, as the mess was now across the room.

Also on the second day, I began to notice that I was very thirsty. I ignored it… am still ignoring it… but I need water… which is also across the room.

I am lying curled in a pile of blankets at the head of the bed, my head resting on my arm, watching the door sideways through half-closed eyes. I have not slept since I was brought here, but I am used to doing such things. If he keeps me here much longer, however, I will need sleep as I now need water… and I will be as unwilling to get it, I am sure.

The door opens and I push myself up with my arm to look at Naraku as he comes in. He glances toward me, noting the thrown blanket and untouched meat, I am sure.

“Didn’t know dogs made nests,” he says absently. I growl quietly at him; I am still not his dog.

“So,” he says, sitting on the edge of the bed. I make no move to go nearer him. “I see you decided not to clean up the mess you made… Getting thirsty yet?” I choose not to answer, and he does not seem to feel the transgression was too great, for I and my child go unpunished.

He moves onto the bed properly, so that he is facing me. I growl silently, willing him not to touch me. Futile, of course; however, I raise my claws when he makes a move in my direction, and he stops and smiles.

“I’d hoped you would have learned your lesson, after the last time. I do hope I don’t have to chain you again…?” He makes it a question with how he looks at me; I lower my hand slightly, but I am still prepared to attack him if he tries to touch me. “That’s better,” he says. “Next time, I won’t ask you. Are you going to sit up there and make me make you lay down, or can I get a little cooperation, my pet?” That is enough to almost make me growl at him again; I am not his pet!

“I take it that means no,” he says with a small smile, and I just stare at him. I have no intention of making this any easier for him than I must. “Very well; I’ll do it myself.”

I feel something on my wrist and look as I try to jerk my hand away; it is one of his vine-like tentacles, and it has my wrist firmly in its grip. He moves down the bed as two more worm their way under me and wrap around my ankles, despite the fact that I am sitting on my feet, and pull. My choices are move my legs or get them broken and moved against my will; I pull against them. He smirks as they pull back, even stronger, and I feel one leg slipping, though I dig my claws on my feet into the bed. He slaps me, distracting me slightly.

“No ripping up your bed, pet. I already told you, I’m not going to give you a new one.”

I growl, but my legs are yanked out from under me and I find myself on my back, looking up at him. I struggle against the tentacles, but my wrist is held tightly to the bed, and my legs are spread and immobilized. Fine. He will rape me and he will leave. I can deal with that. In fact, I feel him there now.

But no, he is still sitting at the foot of the bed, watching with that same smile…

Tentacles.

No! I will not be violated by these filthy, disgusting ‘body parts’! It is more than bad enough to be violated by him – this is going too far!

It slides into me, very small in diameter. It is flexible and continually moving wriggling inside of me; the sensation is entirely strange, but less unpleasant than I had imagined. It moves around, almost as though he were preparing me with it. Somehow, I doubt he is going to be that much kinder this time than last.

Then it begins to grow, expanding slowly as I feel it still moving. I open my mouth to demand to know what he is doing, and one moves inside my mouth before I realize it. I gag slightly, trying to spit it out; it only slides down my throat, still wriggling, then begins to expand like the other. I try to bite it; it is much tougher than it appears, and I only manage to hurt my jaw.

They push into me, wriggling and expanding slowly, pushing in and pulling out slightly and pushing deeper in, together, as though they are part of the same being. Which they are: Naraku. I gag on the one and try to get away from the other. Naraku smirks; it must look to him as though I am writhing. I am completely helpless; I can only move my head, and what remains of my left arm, and only my head if I do not mind choking to death on that tentacle. I am helpless as the one in my throat goes so deep it is as though I swallowed the thing, and I can still feel it moving deeper; the one inside me moving around as it expands.

I think I hear him murmur something, but I cannot listen. The one in my throat grows large enough that I cannot breathe; the one inside me pushes ever deeper, deeper than I have ever been penetrated by anyone or anything, even deeper than Naraku went last time, and it hurts, I can feel blood running… I whine in pain around the one in my throat, but it is barely able to be heard. I choke on it, but I cannot get it out of my throat, and I can breathe around it only when it shrinks just enough to allow me. The other grows ever larger as it goes deeper, until it feels like the first night my father took me, until it feels as though it is splitting me in half, and still it grows larger, goes deeper.

Then there is another, large and rough; it wraps itself around my own member. I do not notice it at first, but it begins to pull in time with the other two, and despite or perhaps in part because of the pain, I miraculously grow hard. I arch my back, trying to get them off of me, but it is hopeless. I cannot breathe, I am bleeding and in so much pain, and he is making me feel pleasure in spite of that. I whine again, though it is again choking, and try to draw air, try to get the unwanted pain and pleasure away from me…

The one in my throat is instantly removed. Before I have an opportunity to take a breath, he is there, and he shoves his throbbing erection into my mouth. “You must be hungry; let’s take the edge off that,” he says; I whine and try desperately to get away from him, I no longer give a damn about pride or defiance, I just want away, but I am helpless and he shoves himself down my throat, already raw from the previous intruder and again he is leaking burning fluids. I still feel the pleasure, and the pain, such intense pain. I only want him to leave me alone.

“Don’t forget to use your tongue, pet…”

I can barely breathe, let alone obey him, and he rams himself down my throat again and again. My eyes have been closed long before, and I whine almost continually, in the pain and the hatred of the pleasure he is forcing me to feel. I take him in as completely as I am able, still instinctively trying to breathe though I know I cannot. He buries himself quickly in my throat and I choke again as he releases into me, and again I cannot swallow even most of it, again that same drowning, suffocating feeling, vague panic until he pulls himself out. I turn my head and choke, coughing it upon to the bed. He sits back, but the other two tentacles do not stop, and I feel myself painfully close to coming, against my will.

I hear my own high-pitched whines, and am ashamed, but I have never been in so much pain and I cannot hold them in. My back arches again, trying to make the pain less, or trying to get more contact and bring myself to my release, I do not know which. Then the tentacle forcing me to feel the pleasure stops, and retreats, and I am left unfulfilled. Naraku puts his hand on my member and I whine again, as he watches me in the pure agony of his torture. I have my eyes still closed, but I am sure he is smirking.

“Just ask, pet…”

I want to ask him what I have to ask, but all I can do is whine.

“Just ask me to stop it.”

I find my voice, seeing a way out. “Stop it!”

“Not good enough. Beg me to stop it.”

“Please! Please, make it stop!”

“As you wish.” The last tentacle shrinks and moves out; I start to curl up on my side, but I realize that I am still held by the others. I open my eyes to look at him, and realize when my vision is blurred that there are tears in my eyes from the pain. But I can see well enough to see him preparing to enter me.

It does not hurt nearly as much as it hurt with the tentacle, or as much as it hurt last time. In fact, I barely feel it. I only close my eyes and let him do as he will, but I cannot ignore my unwanted erection… He is going to make me enjoy this, at least on some level? I do not know if I have ever wanted to cry, but I am close now. I have never felt so helpless before, either. He is only using me, and that is bad enough, but I am humiliated…

My body responds to the friction of him body against mine, though I care not at all, and I gasp every time his stomach rubs against my arousal. How does he recover quickly enough to do this? It only takes a few deep thrusts into me for him to finish what he started with his damned tentacles, and I whine as I spill my seed over our stomachs, but he is apparently not done yet. It becomes painful again as he slams into me repeatedly, and I turn my face away, eyes still closed, only trying to concentrate on breathing. At least I can breathe. I have had ample opportunity to be grateful for that recently.

It seems to take an eternity, but eventually he gives a last thrust and fills me with his poisonous seed, and finally pulls away. He pats my cheek; I do not so much as look at him.

“Same rules this time,” he says cheerfully. “You can eat when you clean up your mess.” His restraining tentacles slither away, and I pull myself up. I have never been in more pain, but I refuse to show it. “Don’t worry, though; even if you don’t, I’ll be back to feed you again soon.”

I cannot repress a shudder as he leaves. I look at the meat sitting on the floor, but it no longer awakens anything close to an appetite within me; in fact, I feel the need to be sick. I hold it in, but only barely.

I drop the dirty blanket to the floor beside me and lie down on the now thankfully-soft bed, waiting for the pain to subside.
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In A Blue Moon - MPREG version