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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.

Chapter List
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Damnit, the chapters got bigger and bigger as the fic is enclosing to it's end. T.T
This one I divided in parts, even so, look at part one, it's HUGE!
I don't think you'll dislike it though, since there will be a plenty of HOT moments ahead, so...
Warning: VERY sexual content, don't read if you hasn't reached the age! And the next one will be the same. Adult people, are you ready? :X
Enjoy!
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Forgive me, Kikyo, but I... I need to be with him. Annabelle grieved only in her thoughts, still mourning the priestess' death while resenting herself for breaking her own promise to never give another chance for the Spider. Even so, not all resentment in the world would be stronger than her yearning.
The horse was running fast, the lass held his reigns tight and lowered her body. The wagon remained on a trustful inn, it would slow her down anyway. As the wind blew on her face while she and her stallion were crossing the greenish field, Anna felt like, if her eyes were closed, they would be able to foresee the stony entrance of the cave. Two days it took to the woman reach her destiny. She left her horse on a safe distance, with food and water nearby, and she walked by herself, crossed the field, stopping ahead of the door of a forsaken paradise.
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"She is already there" Byakuya pointed, speaking from the basement's ladder.
Naraku, sitting in the center of the dark, small room, opened his eyes and breathed in deeply.
"So, was for this woman that you ordered me to do those weird stuff?" The servant asked, lightly provocative.
"Leave," the spider hanyo demanded harshly, already standing, on his back to the other demon.
"Alright, understood, don't mind me!" Byakuya grimaced, waving his hands. Then, the yokai went up the ladder and faded at the ceiling door.
Naraku didn't have Kanna's mirror to see the outside world any longer, he could only count with his Saimyosho and Byakuya's eye, still, after his incarnation's inconvenient questioning, the hanyo wouldn't seek for him to ask anything about Annabelle in the present moment.
He clenched his fists and jaw to find some courage. It was the time.
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The Scottish lass slowly entered that secret place of comforting, yet painful memories. The first thing she saw inside were pieces of burned wood on the ground. She wondered if they were still the sticks of the fire which kept her warm, or if someone has been in that cave after that stormy night. Annabelle preferred to believe in the first guess. So, she leaned down and sighed, closing her eyes, remembering Naraku sitting along her side, the sound of falling rain, the conversation they had and the caresses they shared.
A shadow covered the weak sunlight, already hidden behind clouds. Anna rose and turned to the entrance at once. It was him, standing in there, blocking the fading light. For some reason, Kagewaki's usurper chose to wear his old known dark purple kimono, adorned by fancy embroideries. A baboon pelt, like the one Annabelle was using, covered his arms and belly, but from his chest and up the beautiful garment could be seen.
Till the last moment she feared Naraku would step behind, that somehow his anxiety would paralyze him, and he wouldn't dare to show his face. She has been preparing herself for a terrible frustration, then she saw the hanyo there, as elegant as an warlord, with those dark curls tied up on his head and some locks spread upon his shoulders. And Anna, on her turn, under the pelt was wearing a blue dress very similar to the one she used to wear when she still lived in Kagewaki's castle.
"You came..." suddenly Anna found herself in a similar situation as the hanyo, when times ago has settled a meeting with her in a sort of hut on a hilltop, and he looked as surprised for her choice as she was with his now. The lass didn't even realize she was smiling, her lips trembled, and still her teeth remained on the show.
"Yes." Naraku was observant and had a long memory as well, but he was thinking of another mementos. Specifically those from a day when they had been in the cave. Still not quite understanding what he was doing in there, the hanyo stroked the shoulders covered by a milky pelt, just as his, and then his fingers moved some ginger locks away from her face.
Annabelle rested her head on his chest, closing her eyes as soon as she heard some beating inside, there was the certainty that his whole self was with her this time, yet it wouldn't be hard to his enemies to extinguish him as well. Anguished, the lass squeezed the dark purple fabric and her hands climbed to it's collar. At last her head lifted so she could look him in the eyes.
"I decided I would not deny my heart anymore." Knowing she has noticed, the spider said.
"What else did you give up on denying?" Anna asked, shuddering.
Naraku ran his fingers upon the corner of her face, sliding their tips over her cheek, till reaching her chin to hold it softly. The western woman sealed her eyes and parted her lips, yearning for her mind to only focus on that instant and nothing else. At start, his mouth rubbed against hers lightly, the wet tip of his tongue contoured her lips before he sucked them slowly, tortuously. His warm, dense breath came into her nostrils and mouth. Annabelle bit his lower lip and pulled it, her own tongue touched his smoothly, yet the hanyo was delaying to deepen that kiss, and when the lass mentioned to take the initiative, he pulled away their faces. Would that be fear, or a way to tease her?
"Naraku!" Anna entangled her arms around his neck and enclosed their faces again. He stopped her advance touching his fingers on her pink mouth, caressing it.
"Why such haste? Let me appreciate this moment..." His thumb pressed the swollen lips while he nose brushed on hers.
"We've been separated from each other for so long..." She whined, running hands upon his nape.
"There is no jewel shard to let you that flustered, Annabelle." His lips wandered over her cheek, stopping on her ear. "You cannot use Shikon no Tama as an excuse this time, behave yourself." The arachnid purred.
"I don't want to talk about Shikon no Tama, neither to behave." Her eyes rolled as her arms stretched down, getting rid of the pelt upon her body first, then she pulled the one covering Naraku's gorgeous kimono.
"You are really something..." He chuckled, teasingly. To the woman it should be difficult to restrain her aching, yet for him it was a part of the plot, and the hanyo even found some amusement on it. "Sit down." He guided the lass, holding her shoulders. They sat together, staring each other in a brief silence, not evading their glances even for a second.
"How long has it been since we've been apart?" Anna asked.
"Quite a while..." his voice sounded low, almost painful. Was him sad?
"It felt like a lifetime." The lass spilled naturally as the day, her heart throbbed, deeply yearning for revealing it's secrets, suffering from anticipation while waiting for a response that didn't come in words, but only in the way his crimson eyes gleamed and his fingers curled upon her shrinking shoulders.
She thought about asking him the real reason behind sending her away, however Anna didn't wish to spoil the meeting she has suggested. A sigh poured down, releasing a piece of her anguish. Foreseeing her eyes would drop down, Naraku held her delicate chin again, and their grief were shared in such trading gazes, even if the spider's features were more discreet.
"You have changed so much..." he said, acknowledged that every shadow grown within the lass has been his labour. "I remember the first time I saw you in the forest, your gentle, warm energy..."
"You changed as well." She couldn't understand her own self, for Anna knew how mentioning his feelings could become a source of trouble. "We changed together."
"Together..." The hanyo smirked briefly, not because of joy, but for purest disdain.
"You were right," the lass subtly announced.
"Hm?" A bit confused, his scarlet pools blinked.
"Even before you put that shard inside of me, I wanted you. This attraction I feel for you began long before I was suffering any influence of that stone, not even I remember when for sure. I didn't want to admit, yet I was aware of it." Annabelle took a deep breath, it was hard to confess something so secret, and there was so much more...
"You said you didn't want to speak of Shikon no Tama, Annabelle." Although her revealing words has disconcerted him, Naraku kept his stern posture.
"True, but I want you to know that." She held his hands over her knees, still looking deeply into his eyes.
"The way you speak, it is like you believe I am going to die tomorrow." The arachnid chuckled, debauchery always has fitted him well.
"And you may. If not tomorrow, it can be on the day after, I just know it won't take long." She squeezed his fingers tightly.
"Don't you underestimate me," then his mocking mood embittered and Naraku retorted annoyed. "Those fools will not defeat me so easily, my body is a fortress, and I have Shikon no Tama within my power."
"I know it won't be easy, but it's inevitable and you know it." Her voice almost cracked, so agonizing was to spare a single thought of that scenery.
"If you called me here for that, I think it's already time to take my leave!" He would get up immediately, but her weight over his didn't let him. Annabelle sat upon Naraku's legs and embraced him firmly, resting her head on his shoulder, sliding her hands on his vast raven locks.
"I'm sorry, don't go..." She whispered in his ear. "Stay with me." Her lips softly sucked the sensitive cartilage. "Please..." and the lass purred again. Anna almost didn't recognize herself, she should detest him, if it wasn't Naraku the one to perish, it would be other people she also was fond of. The body her arms were entwining around belonged to a cold killer, yet his skin was warm, and the scent of his black velvet waves was intoxicating. Her longing for him, for being into his embrace has worked as her compass. She wanted the arachnid surrendered, and wouldn't allow him to slip from her hands so soon. So, the apex of her tongue slid down his shivering neck, which stretched in response.
"Annabelle..." the name came along a discreet moan, his hands climbed her back, feeling the soft texture of the bluish fabric behind vast flaming hair.
It had an effect, the woman noted. So, she left a trail of kisses down his pale neck, getting to his clavicle. Quickly, her skilled fingers loosened his obi, opening the gap of his collar, her hand felt free to explore the uncovering skin, touching his anxious chest, caressing it's perfect shapes.
Anna heard him saying her name once more, and gave no importance to such appeal. Her tongue remained dragging over his flesh, lowering down. She has already gotten rid of the light purple upper part over his kimono. The feeling of torpor made Naraku lean behind, then, out of blue, he grabbed the lass by the hair and made her body turn on it's back, his legs cornered her forms. The ardency on the top of her head made the pinkish mouth release a shout. With one hand, Naraku locked both of hers behind. Annabelle's eyes sealed tight as he sunk his nose and lips on her neck, desperate to sorb her scent. With his free hand, the hanyo pulled every layer of her long skirt up, then easily parted her thighs and ran his fingers upon her warm, wet gap.
"Is that what you want, huh?" He whispered huskily, his mouth linked to her ear.
Anna's body quivered, her hands didn't fight to be released. The clit was already palpitating as his index finger circled and massaged it's skin, alternating the speed and intensity of such provocative touches. As soon as the bud grew swollen and feverish, and her entrance pulsed soaked, Naraku's middle finger got in and twirled to the sides, immersed in warmness, squeezed by hungry soft walls. The lass bit her lower lip and still so, moans escaped wildly between gritted teeth. She lost control over her own joints and her every part constricted, then trembled hard.
"Is that what you want?" Naraku asked again, grunting this time, biting her cheek while his fingers moved even faster, stimulating her button and channel.
"You!" The lass turned her face and their lips bumped. "I want you!" And she kissed him without warning, soaking the hanyo in passion with her upper and lower lips. The spider still knew exactly how and where to touch her, and the orgasm took her violently, like electricity running within, her whole being shook and vibrated.
Naraku watched all her spasms and had to control his impulses, for his desire was to devour every inch of that woman, her pheromones were almost making him dizzy. It was impossible for them to avoid the remembrances of torrid copulations, of their bodies trembling and waving together, and how they wished to relive every scene...
Her taste was as sweet as he remembered. Naraku noted when sucking the nectar of his fingers. Distracted by such aphrodisiac flavor, he released her hands. Once free, the lass turned to him and wrapped her legs around his waist. While trying to recover her breath, Annabelle loosened his dark hair and stroked the locks, moving them away from his bare chest, then she finished to untie the sash of his garment and lowered it's sleeves, undressing the hanyo's entire upper body. Her fingers stroked him from his chest to his belly, nails rubbed against that skin which felt as soft as silk, and yet was more resistant than a diamond. Naraku, on his turn, began to untie the ribbons of her dress. He had an unique talent to undo those knots, maybe because of their longtime intimacy and for repeating that "ritual" so many times.
"If you knew how I had to restrain myself to not attack you in that hot spring..." The hanyo said, while trading brief kisses with the lass.
"Thank you for being considerate." She answered, not ceasing the encounters between their mouths.
"I have never been so zealous with anyone, Annabelle..." The spider mentioned, resuming to mark her neck with suctions and licks. Without noticing, he was confessing. "I have never wanted someone that much..." He bit her shoulder, lowering down the white thin layer still covering her forms.
"I am here, with you." The lass caressed his nape, holding him tight.
"For pity?" Panting a bit, as his tongue went up and down between her prancing mounds, he dared to ask.
"Listen to me now," though she didn't want those ardent kisses to stop, Anna held his head and made him look into her eyes. "If what I felt for you was merely pity, we would never be like this."
Although feeling embarrassed by his glimpse of vulnerability, Naraku smiled and united their mouths once more of many times.
His kiss was so singular, his touch has such power over her, it was like a sedative to her mind. His presence in her life became a sort of safe haven, since she got used to sleep into his arms the nights have been calmer, and when their ways parted, it was martyring not having him close, by her side, to hold her and offer his chest to her head lay upon. Just imagining to live in a world where he didn't exist made her heart pound in agony. While he has resumed to kiss one of her breasts and squeeze the other, Annabelle saw herself divided between arousal, missing, fear and epiphany.
I love him. That was her most secret truth. She curled her fingers firmly around his black locks as his tongue circled her nipple, then his mouth sucked it greedily. A tear poured down her eye as a restrained moan got stuck in her throat.
"Did I hurt you?" He gazed at her, his breath blowing over the wet, sensitive bud.
And he loves me, I know. Anna concluded, not only for seeing worry into the red eyes, but also considering everything they have lived together and even the most discreet hanyo's gestures.
If it was a requited love, why did it hurt that much? And why did it feel so hard to confess her feelings for him? Was it because she knew what destiny he would face? But, if she was aware they would have a short time together, that was the right and only moment to reveal it!
It was about the cruelties he has done. Every single atrocity Naraku has schemed was impeding her to accept loving him, either to say it out loud. As if it was a bigger sin having a genuine feeling for the spider than to just lay with him to satisfy her lust.
"Annabelle?" His voice sounded soft while his hand caressed her face.
I love you, Naraku. Anna thought of what she wanted to speak, and that has been all. The lass quietly raised, taking the baboon pelt and stretching it over the rocky ground. She gestured with her hand an invitation to the hanyo join her in that spot. Even feeling confused, he came and sat by her side upon the comfortable fur. The foreigner, still silent, began to pull his hakama down. Naraku has helped her by moving his legs. Delicately, she freed him of socks and sandals.
"You are so handsome..." The lass sighed, beholding his sculptural body leaning back as he threw his long locks behind.
"Come here," with a galant sided smirk he lifted a hand to her. Anna didn't protest, as soon as their fingers met, the arachnid pulled her close and imitated her actions. Unhurried, he helped the lass to take off her white chemise, then it was time to lower the long thin socks and, finally, remove them along the boots. At last the lovers were naked, warming themselves on each other's arms. His erect phallus rubbed against her groin, scarlet eyes were stuck on the lass, full of expectations.
Annabelle put a hand on his chest, inducing him to lie down.
"What are you intending to do?" Curious, the hanyo asked, raising an eyebrow. His smirk enlarged.
"I will give you what you deserve." Without giggles nor blinking, she said.
"Oh, I can barely wait for it..." Naraku teased, his deep tone sounding seductive.
So, the foreigner pressed her legs against his sides and took his lips into another intense, suffocating kiss which has been returned accordingly. Before their air ran scarce, she released his thirsty mouth to taste the so well-shaped chin. Coming down his neck, her tongue drew circles over the trail, sometimes sucking his shivered skin. Naraku closed his eyes and grunted lowly, his jaw clenched. One of his hands squeezed the baboon pelt underneath them, the other stroked the woman's head. She went on, rolling her tongue upon his shapes, sliding her fingers, squeezing his forms, wherever her nails had scratched, marks didn't last. His regeneration's skills were so efficient that it didn't matter what the lass could do, his milky skin remained intact. The feeling of pleasure, however, hasn't grown numb at all. He felt every sting, every lick. Everytime her teeth dragged over his chest, descending on his abs, stars seemed to gleam on that cave's ceiling. When her tongue contoured his belly button, the hanyo's stomach contracted and he turned his face aside. Finally, after what it felt like almost a century of teasing with such a slow, delightful degustation, she held his pulsing member in one hand and sucked it's pinkish glans. The arachnid contorted his body in response. The woman then vigorously licked his manhood, from it's tip to it's base, smearing the whole length with saliva. Once it was done, she pressed her fingers around the thick, long mast and moved then up and down, as her mouth took over the swollen apex, sucking it passionately.
"Annabelle!" He almost screamed that name when feeling her other hand massaging his balls, shuddering the fragile skin which evolved them. Meanwhile, his glans was being pressed between her tongue and palate unceasingly.
Wanting more, Naraku pushed her head down, and his member slipped even deeper into her mouth. At first, Anna almost choked. Yet, as soon as the lass managed to control her breath and relaxed her throat, she got used to the invasion and resumed to suck him vehemently, starving for his taste. The hanyo helped her to keep the pace, holding her head, moving his hips up, and that has been how his amusement lingered till he could take it no more.
After quite a while savouring his mast, Anna felt an amount of fluid pour down her throat, it has been so much that some drops escaped from the corner of her mouth. At the end of such delicious torture, the foreigner looked at him and licked the remains of his seed on her lips, then she wiped the thin white thread descending her chin with a finger. He witnessed she sucking the last trace of his cum, not wasting a drop.
"Lay down." Still gasping, with red eyes darkened by lust, the hanyo demanded.
She didn't contest, also looking wavered, and bathed on sweat, the Red Rose rested her back against the baboon pelt. For her surprise, Naraku held her by her waist and spun her around. Over her shoulder, Belle glanced at him, ready to ask what were his intentions, then came the second act: the hanyo grabbed her hips and compelled her to lean them up. Although curious and a bit confused, the lass stood still, standing on her knees and elbows. At last, his merciless hands held her thighs and parted them, spreading her legs in a way he could have a perfect sight of her outer widened lips, exposing her pinkish pleading entrance.
In the position the spider has put her, the lass couldn't see exactly what was happening, but she was able to hear a brief, charming chuckle, and soon after came a sensation which made her whole being shake - something soft and wet contoured her gap and went down the bottom still sensitive because of a recent orgasm. To keep her body still has been hard labour, for each time his tongue rolled over her burning skin, she felt like all her limbs would crumble. He avidly licked her outer lips, then his tongue slid into her, tapping her swollen, clenching walls, his lips sucked her contours, her skin grew red with such hungry unstopping caresses. Her womb felt heavy as her whole depths pulsed, translucent liquid was pouring from her core and the hanyo drank every drop. His fingers pressed her buttocks so intensely that left some bruises. The unashamed tongue dared to climb even more and stroke her other orifice, his thumb rubbed against it. Annabelle couldn't stand any longer, her head sunk on the cloak, her shaken fingers constricted upon the fur. Naraku held her hips firmly so her body couldn't collapse.
"I will claim every inch of your body, Annabelle Rose." He purred against her womanhood, then licked it again. Grabbing her nates, he stretched her other hole and Annabelle felt one finger of his peaking in. It felt strange at first, her joints tensed. "I will have every piece of your skin." His voice sounded as a warning and still it was so hellish seductive, irresistible.
Something soft got inside her back hole and twirled inside, her high moan instigated him to keep on licking that spot for a while, stimulating her clit with his fingers. Then, noting she has calmed down, his mouth came back to her womanhood and his finger slipped inside that forbidden spot. Naraku went on with that torment till every fiber of her being trembled again. When her cum came as a storm, he let her body fall, yet her hips remained raised, still shaking.
"Turn around, I want you to look at me." He pulled her up, helping the lass to fulfill his request.
Lying on the cloak, Anna's coppery hair spread over the whiteness, Naraku positioned upon her body, using his own arms to support his balance, he lost himself on the view of such a sweet, surrendered creature under his shadow. Her visage looked almost as the same as the day when he has taken her virginity into a hut.
...and then, in the same hut, Kagewaki's ghost has found the lass and had her.
His features darkened instantly, her hand reached his troubled face, stroking his cheek. Back to the present, Naraku sighed and held Anna's hands next to her head, entangling their fingers.
"What are you waiting for?" The lass asked, staring at him fondly.
"I fear I may hurt you." The spider declared. "You see, there is no shard protecting you anymore, your body is human..."
"When you firstly had me, I also wasn't being guarded by any shard," she said, showing no trace of resentment on her voice, even evoking such painful matter. The foreigner didn't even realize he was already being tormented by thoughts about that particular event.
"Yet, it was different." The arachnid sounded tense. His eyes sealed while he inhaled, trying to keep his tone calm. "In that time, I wasn't as powerful as I am today, neither I had so dense shouki inside of me and..."
"I know you won't hurt me." Her words surpassed his. "We didn't come this far to give up just now, am I wrong?" Her eyes remained locked on his like a siren's gaze. Unable to evade from the spell, the hanyo felt being pulled into the blue. She lifted her head, ready to provoke another bump of famine lips, one leg of hers was rubbing against his. "I'm not afraid of you." The lass finished tenderly, squeezing the large hands holding hers. Then she arched her back and hips up, making their bodies rub so she could feel him again.
Naraku breathed in deeply, still in awe for having a chance to live that moment. Concentrating himself to not spread his youki around the cave was a hard task, that woman has always awakened his most primal instincts, those which he used to cringe so much, and still so, she had a way to make him enjoy them though.
He touched his mouth on hers, both breathed in the same rhythm as his phallus pressed against her gap and pushed itself in gradually. Annabelle opened her legs even more, each inner intimate muscle constricted around the new visitor sliding inside. Each time his member was squeezed, Naraku lifted his head up and sealed eyelids tightly, moans reverberated against his will, disputing with the lass' ones.
At last, Naraku got fully inside that warm, sheltering world he hasn't visited for so long. The more plunged he was into the lass, more the hanyo realized how much he has missed her in his life, to the point of making him feel disoriented. The arachnid dipped his face between her neck and shoulder, finding strength to keep moving his hips ahead and behind. Anna helped him, wrapping her legs around his forms. Soon, their hands parted so he could grip her waist and she, once freed, patted his back till finding a familiar texture - the spider-shaped burn. Those caresses over his scar instigated Naraku to fasten his movements, his phallus revolved inside the feverish channel. With foreheads united, they looked at each other. The lass moved some locks away from his face to delight herself in those ruby eyes - the most beautiful and unforgettable she has ever seen. Anna felt attenuated by such warm, passionate color, the only shade she wished to see when she finally had a chance to spend a night with the man she believed to be the one true love of her life. Inevitably, thinking about that has anguished the lass and made her squeeze the spider against her body even more. Her breasts pressed against his chest, their skin slid upon one another, wet on her sweat. The foreigner kissed his whole face, then took his lips urgently, the very clenching of her legs around his forms induced him to thrust deep inside her core. Naraku could feel the limit of her abyss as his glans bumped against the wall and the western lass released brief, high shouts in every blow. If he mentioned to slow down, she would squeeze him between her legs again, begging for more of that torture.
Without the Shikon's shard to numb her senses, Annabelle felt the pain, sometimes she held her breath and then another sensation mixed with the ardency within, almost driving her crazy. She could see a thin purple veil of demonic energy around him, as Naraku noticed the whiteness surrounding her. The light and the darkness were blending as the hanyo kept slamming inside her womb, insatiably. The way she looked at him was nothing alike times before, when the lass seemed consumed by an endless void. There was a singular glow into her turquoises, a distinct warmness in her gestures. Would that be an illusion? The spider didn't want to ruminate about that, not in a time like this. His claws were already insisting to grow, so he sunk his fingers in the baboon pelt to not tear the woman's flesh. Dark blue veins popped on his face and neck, his gaze changed to a pitch, bestial black, with tiny dark-red irises. The same vocal phenomenon of times before succeeded, his voice sounded along all the other monsters which composed his existence and he poured his essence inside her just this way, represented by each part of himself. At least the spider paws Naraku has restrained, the muscles of his back just revolved a bit and it was done.
Anna held him tight, not letting the hanyo move away, keeping his weight over hers. Gentle fingers caressed the vast obsidian hair, while his head was being sheltered between her breasts, eyes still oscillating from monstrous to humanoid.
Concentrating on her fastened heartbeats, Naraku closed his eyes and opened them only when the usual redness has returned to color his pools.
"There is another thing I want you to know..." Annabelle murmured, focusing her sight on the sharpen rocks above their intertwined bodies.
Tell him! Tell him now! The foreigner's consciousness implored her to confess. The hanyo settled himself, sitting down. The White Rose did the same and they stood in front of each other, red and blue gathered, binded together.
"Say it." Concealing his expectations, Naraku stared at her while brushing her sweaty bangs.
I love you! Her heart faltered with the words pulsing inside her head.
I love you!
To be continued...
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So, this chapter was already huge, but I wanted to upgrade some details in some spicy scenes and it got even bigger. YEY! This moment will be shared in two parts, for I was feeling inspired and wanted to develop another hot moments better than I did years ago. Just hope you'll enjoy it.
It would be an awesome gift to this humble writer if you shared your opinions about this roller-coaster with me, it would surely make my day :')
See ya soon, kissuuuuus!!!!
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