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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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And here you have the second part of Naraku and Annabelle's meeting!
I think I must mention that the final part of this chapter has a sexual content that may be triggering for some people. There will be tentacles and such, let's remember Naraku's nature. Well...
I hope you'll enjoy it though :')
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"Say it." Concealing his expectations, Naraku stared at her while brushing her sweaty bangs with his fingers.
I love you! Her heart faltered with the words pulsing inside her mind.
I love you! The thought kept consuming her depths, Annabelle opened her mouth, yet it couldn't utter that sentence. She felt a pressure into her chest, filling her being with fear and an unexplainable need. The lass shook her head, if she was unable to reveal that feeling, at least she could tell another sincere thing:
"You must know what happened..." Anna breathed in, her shoulders tensed. "When I met Kagewaki."
"Why talking about this now?" Naraku frowned.
"I need you to know." That was her way to show her feelings for him, since she was incapable of spelling the right words.
"I don't want to know, Annabelle." The hanyo turned to the other side and looked for his clothes. What was the point of that nonsense? Did she not realize yet that all he wanted was to forget such unpleasant event, not only because of what she has done, but also for the crimes he has committed because of frivolous jealousy?
"You were everything I could think of!" Anna released the words to the wind. With Naraku on his back, not staring at her, it has been easier.
Already with his pants covering his knees, the sitting spider froze.
"I don't regret it, because I needed to say goodbye to him and to understand what was all that fuss I was feeling inside." The lass told, gasping and shrinking as she wished to curl herself into a shell. "But, at the same time, it felt like a nightmare, it was like my body was there, but my soul was wandering far. All I wanted was to be with you instead..."
"What are you trying to say to me?" Still facing the wall, the hanyo asked.
So clever for other things, and still can't you see? She bit her lower lip and closed tightly her eyes. After recovering the air, the foreigner embraced him from behind, diving her face in his long black hair, sinking her nose on the spider mark.
Naraku caressed her arms and held those hands entwined upon his bare abdomen. Troubled by the advices he used to listen from the gemstone and concerned because of his very own fears, all he could think was how he has shattered that woman, leaving her without a single pillar to rely on. Even the most beautiful memory of hers he had defiled. Although the turquoise eyes seemed to have recovered some gleam, a part of her still was that person broken in so many pieces impossible to be gathered, and who devoted to him an absurd yearning, for such need was all that remained in her life. That was what Naraku must mean to her – the rests, and the rests he shall always be.
The hanyo groaned lowly, feeling her lips brushing softly against his burned, sensitive skin. Then he turned to the lass one more time, noticing in her anguished complexion a sort of expectation, and maybe a tenuous worried gaze. Annabelle settled between his legs and stroked his shoulders, then her fingers caressed his cheeks, warming their paleness. Both felt like reliving a moment they had cherished a time ago, into the same cavern.
"So warm..." even his reaction has been similar, for the feeling was the same. The several kisses she spread around every corner of his face made him feel the same comfort from that time. "I have no right to ask you this, but I wish that someday you may forgive me." The arachnid uttered hoarsely while pulling her closer, her legs got over his, wrapped around his body.
Without noticing, he has positioned the lass over his lap. Annabelle held him against her bosom and rested her head on top of his, barely believing she has heard such humble request coming from his lips. Would she have this capacity? As kinder as her heart was, was it still capable to offer forgiveness to someone like him? In truth, didn't it have already given it? Though the hanyo has taken precious lives from her, Annabelle was there, on his company, trying to comfort herself and him along, even knowing she couldn't change the past, neither the future.
She got even closer to Kagewaki's usurper inside that embrace. Pressing their bodies together, the lass felt his manhood turning on again. Anna would try not to be as hasten as before, so she kissed one of his shoulders, keeping Naraku tightened into her arms while her hands gently ran upon his scar, cuddling him. Her hips went down slowly, her entrance softly rubbed against the pulsing phallus, engulfing it gradually into her channel. Naraku, on his turn, caught one of her breasts and stroked it's nipple between his skilled fingers. Seeing the lass throw her head behind, the hanyo dragged his mouth all over her stretched neck, till returning to her waving, shivering breasts.
While the foreigner wiggled her hips up and down, to a side and another, swallowing his entire length into a gradual rhythm, the arachnid kept delighting himself with those soft mounds. Sometimes he aspirated one, than he did the same with the other, twirling his tongue over the pinkish circle around the buds. Her sweet moans instigated the hanyo to rub his teeth on those tumid nipples and nibble them. Her voice sounded louder, and the speed of her sensual dance increased, so did the contractions of her channel, squeezing his member in.
When Anna thought Naraku couldn't tease her more, she felt his fingers sliding upon her groin, then they reached her swollen clit and stimulated it exquisitely.
The night fell and they didn't even notice the darkness entering the cave as their bodies quivered together, rubbing it's burning fleshes. Annabelle was already jumping over the Spider, with her joints consumed by overwhelming tremors. Naraku helped her to keep the pace, holding firmly her buttocks, pulling her to him over and over and being deliciously sucked by her soaked, starving gap. His youki insisted on emanate through his pores again, his jaw clenched as the arachnid sought for not letting his demonic nature take over, so the woman cupped his face and kissed him desperately, making her light pour down from her throat to his. How he has missed that singular sensation of warmness, which has made him fall for that outsider lass from the beginning...
They shared another torrid orgasm. Tired, Belle rested her head on his shoulder, panting. Her joints stiffened, being contoured by the nightfall's cold breeze. Naraku palmed the ground till find one baboon cloak, so he threw the fur over Annabelle's body.
"You need some rest..." He said huskily, lightly rubbing his cheek against hers.
"I'll have plenty of time for it later." The lass tightened their embrace again. "I want to spend the night with you."
"I will fetch some wood to light a fire then." The hanyo said calmly, stroking her orange locks. They raised together, he finally pulled his hakama up and threw the other baboon pelt on his back, tying it over his chest. Anna dressed her chemise and then covered her forms with a similar cloak once more.
Walking outside, he noted the lass was following him.
"What are you doing?" The arachnid gazed at her with narrowed rubies.
"I am coming with you," she responded naturally.
"Don't bother, if I go alone it will be faster. It's already dark by the way, human eyes don't deal very well with darkness." He started to walk and heard steps following his. "What is it? Don't you trust I will come back?"
"Behold." She touched his arm and walked ahead of him.
Naraku sighed, feeling a bit annoyed with Annabelle's stubbornness. The lass stepped at least five steps beyond, then her eyes got closed and her arms lifted up, opened like a cross. Yellow tiny spotlights emerged from every sides of the field and surrounded the lovers, all fireflies summoned by her calling.
He looked around, oddly calmed down, and watched her coppery locks revolving in consonance with the wind and the high grass, every and any form created by nature seemed to communicate through that woman. She was a spark of luminescence into the blackness of night.
In a haze, the hanyo embraced her from behind and inhaled every inch of her neck, while whispering in her ear:
"You are my light." This time it was him, in person, who was speaking, and not the heart he has tried to throw away in vain.
Sky-blue pools unsealed, the lass felt they burning, growing wet, and had to restrain her fastened breathing.
"Come with me," Naraku offered a hand and she held it without delay, so rigid arms wrapped around her and in a single jump the spider flew over the meadow, carrying the woman under his wings. Admiring the astonishing beauty of his serene crimson eyes, of the vast raven curls waving behind, allowing her to perfectly contemplate his face, dangerous thoughts of how their lives could have been in different conditions filled Anna's mind.
"What are you thinking about?" He asked as soon as they landed in the nearest wood.
"I was just daydreaming." Anna confessed, a bit embarrassed.
"Of what?" The hanyo kept inquiring while enclosing to a tree. Suddenly one of his hands turned into a big, sharpen blade and it cut a big branch, then sliced it into many pieces.
"Impossible things..." She sighed, trying her best to not feed any illusion.
"Impossible things, huh?" Finishing to tear the wood into sticks, he collected them into his pelt, tied the cloak and hanged it on his back, like a bag. Then, Naraku turned to the lass whose gaze was locked on his figure while she held herself to relieve from the cold. "What sort of thing?" Comforting someone wasn't his greatest talent, yet he would try the little he could. So, the hanyo took one of her hands and caressed it's soft cool skin, looking intensely into her eyes, showing interest on whatever she wanted to share with him.
"Things like this." Anna smiled briefly, pointing with her gaze the "bag" with wood he was carrying. "You know, both of us having an ordinary life, away from all these conflicts and hatred surrounding us."
"We would have to be another people than ourselves, Annabelle." The hanyo put her hand over his chest and evolved her waist with one arm. Although a shade of frustration fought to bring him down, Naraku sounded tender, she would risk to tell, on his next words, which were: "But you will be alright."
"How can you be so sure?" The turquoises closed, surrendered to his embrace and to her emotions.
"You will, I promise." He sounded so convicted that made her shudder. "Hold tight," the hanyo indicated, not giving her a chance to dig deeper in the matter.
The lass tangled her arms and legs around him firmly, and they flew back to the cave where Naraku calmly lightened the fire which would keep them warm and let them admire each other's forms in details, not that he needed the flames to perfectly see anything, but Annabelle surely felt thankful for being able to contemplate his dazzling features under the tenuous light.
As soon as the couple arrived in their hidden spot, they have heard a rainy sound coming from outside.
"Annabelle..." he chuckled, aware that such phenomenon was her doing.
"The sound of pouring water makes me feel calm..." The lass said, sitting by his side in front of the fire pit, with her head resting on his shoulder. Naraku threw one baboon pelt over them and held her close, the other fur was under their bodies, just like hours ago.
"I will never understand what is going on inside this mind of yours." He said, leaning his head over hers. "One day you avoid me, on the other you don't want me to leave..."
"Nor even I can understand myself, Naraku. You make me feel strange things..." But I do, I do understand that all of this just happens because I feel love for you! She wanted to speak, yet found strength only to close her eyes tightly.
"You make me feel the same." His hand reached hers, upon his leg.
"If Shikon no Tama didn't exist, how do you think your life would have been?" The lass wondered, staring at him again.
"I have no idea. I never have imagined a different life than this one," the arachnid lied blatantly and acted in such a way for he believed it was useless to raise any expectation that wouldn't ever come true.
"Would you have enjoyed if we have lived together?" Her arms then tightened around him as the woman found each time harder to control such suffocating emotion.
His gaze lowered, attentive on her visage. He could hear her sharp breath as his rubies witnessed thin watery threads forming on the border of her globes.
"Yes" the hanyo answered, astonished with her reaction. His affirmative answer was enough to tear her final wall down. Annabelle covered her eyes and sobbed, her shoulders began to revolve. She lowered her head and the vast locks fell over her features, yet the ginger curtain couldn't conceal her grief.
"What is it? Why are you crying?" He touched her shoulders, and yet couldn't make them stop shaking. "Don't cry..." The hanyo had her in another desperate embrace. "I do not deserve a single tear from you, not after everything I had put you through," and her crying worsened, he could see her muffling screams of dismay. "You said yourself I deserve everything yet to come! Why have you called me here?" His agony made him sound aggressive. "If it's not pity, then what is it?!"
"We should have more time!" Anna whined. "It isn't fair!" She rubbed her fingers on her soaked eyes.
"Do not speak as if, after everything, you could just forget the past to stay with me." The hanyo scoffed bitterly. "Come on, where is your sense? It's impossible that after everything you have endured for my sake, you just ceased to think about all that happened and all the things I have done. You strictly said I would never have another chance!"
"I will never forget, Naraku, I look at you and I remember!" She raged, still drowning in her own tears.
"Stop whining then, it's unbearable!" He spoke even louder than she. "Unbearable and useless!" It was hard to see her in such state and he couldn't stand the guilt he was feeling, yet Naraku ended up being rough without even realizing it, intensifying her cry in the end.
"I will never forget, as I will never forget the good moments we cherished together, don't you see? I can never forget you! I think about everything we could do, the places we would know, all the experiences we could share..." Her trembling hands squeezed his.
She doesn't realize she is mistaking me for Kagewaki, these have been her plans with him once... The spider released himself from her touch. However... Crimson orbs attentively focused on her melancholy complexion, washed by countless tears, and he saw how her suffering was genuine. She would cry his death one day, Annabelle would be the only one in the whole world who would remember him with fondness, and perhaps would miss his presence. Some mark, and not a stain, Naraku knew he has left within her. Of course he has already thought about the experiences they could share if they were another people, mostly if he was a different person! But, besides stealing her chance to live all those things with Kagewaki, he wouldn't be able to offer them as well. A deep ache consumed him, Naraku felt like crying within, as exasperated as her. Such burden wavered his being, filling him with doubts.
"You say I'll be alright, but how will I be alright without you?" The question hit him harder than an arrow from Kikyo. "I promised myself I wouldn't get involved into this, but look at me now, it's helpless!"
"You take an oath to me now, Annabelle Rose." Stern, the hanyo cupped her face with both hands. "It does not matter what happens, in the moment of the final confrontation, you will not do anything, you will not come for me."
"I can't!" The lass shook her head frantically. "I won't promise such a thing!" She tried to get rid from his touch and failed.
"Swear to me, I want to hear you swear you will not interfere." His nose met hers, as his blood-red eyes stared into her blue pools deeply.
"No, Naraku..." That words of his, the whole situation reminded her another time, the promise she once made to another person she loved so much, and just as then, Annabelle felt weak, with tied hands.
"Swear it!" he exclaimed demandingly.
"I swear!" The response came impulsively. "I swear it..." Anna gasped, defeated by the vermillion gaze which was dragging her under, mesmerizing her senses, melting every one of her joints. It has been like her lips moved by their own will, and all she could do was witness those sayings pouring between her teeth sorrowfully.
Not wanting to hear another word, giving not a second to the lass change her mind, the hanyo took her into an ardent kiss, decided he would have her nectar one last time, for the hours run fast and soon the sun would rise again. Unfortunately they couldn't stay in there forever, and that was all he could have of her – the desire, the remains, whatever it was. Still so, those sorrowful words, such sincere confessions which came from the bottom of her heart showing Naraku it had a place for him inside were driving him insane. The hanyo have never feared death as much as in that night, nor even the thoughts of the brevity of her human life seemed to be relevant anymore. Nothing mattered most than yielding to his urges, so he pulled her chemise off abruptly, then he threw the lass upon the pelt underneath. With similar roughness, the spider took of his hakama, and leaned over her surrendered forms. Anxious to taste the sweetness of her skin once more, he licked her from her neck to her shoulders voraciously, going down her belly in the same animalistic way just to joint his mouth with her entrance and twirl that famine tongue inside, devouring the lass, sipping her juices like a thirsty man who found a pool of water in the middle of the desert, as if he could drink in her youth and keep it intact.
After letting her intimate spot soaked and ready to receive him, Naraku spread her tremulous legs wide and dove into her depths unrestrainedly. Her body arched up as his shoved inside and his venomous youki released itself around, escaping from the cave, decaying the meadow outside. Not even her pure veil of energy has been able to settle that furor, it served only to protect herself and nothing more. Not satisfied in having her only in that position, he turned the woman around, pulled her hips up and got inside her gap again. Memories crossed each thought of his while he fastly moved forward and back towards the shivering female, the most beautiful and distasteful mementos numbed the little reason he still had. Soon he spun the lass again, laying her body on it's side, with one leg leaning on his shoulder as the other he held firmly to keep her womanhood wide open to his delight. Another violent thrust of his stole a shout from her throat, screams of pleasure, screams of pain reverberated all through the place into that addictive madness.
"Oh, Naraku!" She moaned loudly when something viscous caressed her clit, circling upon the sensitive swollen skin. Finally Anna noticed thin greenish tentacles emerging from the hanyo's back to slid upon her legs, groins, to climb her belly and press her breasts, rubbing their tips on her hardened buds. The sensations were too intense so her eyes grew cloudy and rolled, it was like those appendages had suction cups, reminding octopus' tentacles, so their small greedy mouths sucked and licked her skin, soon swelling the pair of sensitive rosy nipples, bruising trails of milky, shuddering flesh.
She could feel more of those slimy pieces running on her back, wet tips stroking her ears like tongues, grabbing her buttocks and then one of the slippery "vines" simply invaded her back hole and stimulated it's depths while Naraku's member kept slamming hard into her channel. Annabelle shouted again, helpless to contain the frantic spasms of her sweaty body. The multiple parts of the hanyo claimed to possess her, giving the woman a sort of pleasure she have never experienced even when the Shikon shard was still into her chest, Annabelle had no clue that kind of feeling even existed, she couldn't tell when one orgasm ended and another began, so many times it happened that she lost the count. The more he gave, more she wanted, that longing couldn't possibly have started with the stone's shard at all. That damned jewel wasn't the creator of such lust, it simply took advantage of something that always has been there, lurking into her core, awaiting to explode, she just didn't want to accept that fact till now.
As thousand different voices were sounding in his grunts, as countless hands were running over her curves, that was how she knew the hanyo was dedicating his whole being to that moment. Even the sky-blue eyes couldn't see clearly, she identified the changes on the color of his eyes, on the scales growing on his arms, the claws pressing her hips the most softly they could. There were some sounds of paws running on the ground, the lass could swear there were parts of colorful centipedes climbing the walls, crawling around her. Her fingers surely bumped onto one of those things and instead of feeling disgusted and move them away, the lass slid her hand over the beast, and the owner of every one of those pieces just shivered, grunting louder still.
Naraku let go of her leg and lowered down, still linked to her gap and mercilessly invading it's depths, his widened, salivating mouth searched for hers, and the young lass received it between delirious groans. So soaked her core was, that as the hanyo thrusted hard and inhumanly fast into her palpitating cavity, a squashy noise reverberated as her outer and inner lips sucked him in passionately. Spider legs embraced the lass, her hands slid on them and her nails dragged upon their dark rigid skin, then she grabbed his face, still twirling her tongue around his, feeling his fangs rub on her cheeks, yet absolutely nothing refrained her lasciviousness, she could greedily devour every little monstrous piece of him, she would gladly jump onto his web and let it's threads evolve her joints tightly, stick on her skin and never let go, she could drown into his poison and drink every drop of it's essence, her mouth grew wetter inside his wild kiss just with the thought, her hips wiggled above, her two holes clenched, swallowing his phallus on the front, and the tentacle behind. A deep howl came out his throat as he parted their lips to lift his head high, his moment of release was near.
At last, Annabelle felt an explosion inside of her, unlike anything she has ever felt before. When Naraku reached his peak, something pulsed into her depths so strongly that her womb revolved and she felt so dizzy that her blurred eyes grew dark.
It was warm, intense, and was pounding inside of her, as if instead of being liquid, it was massive. And that has been the last thing she felt before fainting, exhausted after such crazy deliverance, defeated by the dense energy emanating into the cave.
"I have told you..." Recovering his breath, Naraku whispered, with his nose hidden between her locks. "It is too much for your body to handle." He lifted his face, studying her complexion, his features were still changing back to it's usual forms. "But, yes, you are strong, I know this much." His fingers stroked her flustered cheek. "You will endure it... Because you have already overcome far worse things." His crimson gaze showed a thin shade of sadness.
So, the hanyo threw his body aside and sheltered the unconscious woman on his chest. His hand slid down her back and arms to keep her skin warmed.
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Anna's eyes slowly opened as soon as she could hear a distant, low sound. Soon she saw him sitting right ahead, finishing to wear his kimono.
"Would you leave without saying goodbye?" The lass murmured, already sitting and covering her nakedness with the pelt.
"You must know already that I am not very fond of farewells." A brief, bitter chuckle came along his sayings, as one red eye gazed her upon his shoulder.
"Naraku," Anna held his arm in the exactly moment he would rise, and she stared deeply into his rubies. You must tell him, you cannot let him go without knowing it!
The spider turned back to her and leaned down to get a little closer. He waited, discretely anxious, for whatever the woman had to say, and his curiosity increased when he felt her hand slid from his sleeve to meet his own, hidden under the long purple fabric.
"I..." As soon as Anna began to talk, her breath cracked, the air seemed stuck into her chest, causing a feeling of pressure inside. Speak! "I need to say..." Why can't I? Why is it so hard?
"You cannot avoid my departure, no matter what you are going to say," he pointed, internally haunted by his own grief. His statement has felt like a cold blow right on her stomach.
"You are right." Anna sighed, a feeling of resignation trying to suffocate her courage. "But..." She closed her eyes till finding any trace of bravery to stare at him again. "I..." her shoulders shrunk, her eyes met his, but they looked defeated. I love you – she thought, however, what her lips said was: "I forgive you."
"Oh..." the arachnid hasn't really expected such revelation. As he felt it like a painful stabbing, at the same time his chest seemed to find any relief. At least forgiveness he would have from her.
"I forgive you for everything you have done, not only to me, but to any person I am fond of." A sudden dizziness made she touch a hand on her forehead. Already recomposed, Anna looked at him again. "And I forgive you for whatever you are intending to do in the future. Any despise I felt for you didn't last longer than the circle of life of a moth."
"You know, I do not believe in fate..." Stunned by her confession he closed the distance between their faces. "Still I feel fortunate to have found you in that forest, for you being a part of my existence. Thanks to you I feel not everything has been in vain..."
"You really won't give up, will you?" She rubbed their mouths while inquiring.
"Why do you ask if you already know the answer?" His response was predictable in the end. This was Naraku after all. Before she could fade into sadness, he took her lips into a delicate, superficial kiss.
"Can you promise something then?" The lass purred, sliding her mouth onto his. The hanyo nodded silently. "Be careful when you take Kohaku's shard back, and... please, spare the boy's life."
"I will not do anything beyond retrieving the shard, I promise." He vowed first, then sucked her lower lip.
"What will you do to not be purified by the shard when you get it?" Anna caressed his chin, her voice wavered, showing concern. She should feel sad and ashamed for Naraku has discovered Kikyo's intention, however, the insistent relief obliterated any other feeling of hers. It was a chance, as rarest as it could be, of a few more instants of survival for him.
"I have my methods." Naraku smiled into that soft kiss, enjoying the texture and the flavor of those lips tenderly stroking his, melting with the light touch of fingers contouring his face to rest upon his nape. The spider then deepened that chaste kiss and wrapped his arms around the lass, being careful to not unite their bodies too much though, on the contrary he wouldn't resist his urges to subjugate the frail flower to his vile desires for hours ahead.
At the end of that sweet degustation, Naraku stood on his feet and tied his hair up again. At last, he got one of the baboon pelts and covered his body. Annabelle dressed her chemise and followed him to the cavern's entrance. Thin raindrops were still falling over the field that has become a wasteland for the hanyo's venomous aura sake. Naraku walked on the dark earth, not caring if his feet stepped into some pools, and before taking flight, he turned and looked at her one more time. The foreigner was leaning on the rocky wall, sighing apprehensively. He smiled at her, and received a small discrete smile in return, a tremulous and emotive curve of lips.
That was how Naraku left, without saying any other word. From now on, she knew it was only a matter of time to the hanyo meet his end. Her back slid down the rocks till the lass fell sitting on the ground, holding her own legs.
I didn't tell him, I couldn't! A storm of tears finally came down. He will never know!
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You gave me something dangerous in hands, so dangerous... The arachnid thought while hovering around the lands, protected by his spherical barrier. He already had changed into his newest form, so imponent and strong. Hope. Naraku concluded. You gave me hope, Annabelle...
To be continued...
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I know the chapter is too big, and I feel as some parts (mostly the hot ones) I hasn't reached the idea I really wanted to share, the barrier of the idiom has been a problem, but I did the best I could and I hope you have enjoyed it. Wish I could be as Emily Bronte, but poor me, lol! (And Emily didn't write such – ahem – sort of scenes, but I love the way she described the characters' feelings, and I see a shade of Heathcliff in Naraku sometimes :'3)
Well, the next chapter at least won't be so long, ok? See ya soon!
Kissuus!
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