InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Across the Ages ❯ Naraku's castle ( Chapter 20 )
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By: inuyoukai8 
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Drama / Adventure / Action | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 03.17.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.3K | Visits: 160 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Drama / Adventure / Action | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 03.17.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.3K | Visits: 160 | Status: Completed
Chapter Twenty
Far to the east, in the craggy crooks of mountainous peaks, he sat. His castle, like all the others, swamped in a swirling purple miasma. Across the room, the little girl with flat dead eyes and gleaming white hair cradled her mirror on her hands. Naraku was irritated. His prey was invisible to him, that meant only one thing.
"So Inuyasha has gone to the western palace" his voice calm, his ruby eyes narrowed. He needed those shards and of course the safest place for them to be was the one place he had believed Inuyasha would never take them.
He had sent his messengers far and wide, gathering those who would be loyal to him. He didn't expect that loyalty to be long lived, but that was because the people pledging to him would die soon enough. That thought cheered him immensely.
He gave veiled promises of power and wealth and as always, foolish men and demons alike came to him. Yes, he would give them all of these things, long enough to serve him and then they would perish. In the end he would be left victorious, his enemies and hangers on slain, the jewel in his hands.
Yes, while the vast armies fought, he would draw close enough to the damnable miko that Inuyasha kept so close and he would slay her, rip the shards from her bloodied hand and let the half demon ache. He'd kill him off soon enough. Of course he knew that Sesshoumaru and Inuyasha were not simple minded and they would expect such tactics from him. But he wasn't worried, he had enough faces to fool the gods themselves.
"Leave me Kanna." he bid her. She lowered her eyes and backed from the room. Naraku was affected by few things. The thirst for power and the jewel, victory, these things appealed to him greatly. His clever entrapments and hand spun deceits filled him with dark glee.
More than glee filled him this night. Desire did as well. "Kagura." he called into the darkness and she knelt before him. Her own scarlet eyes downcast. Her head bowed, the image of submissive obedience. Ha! Far from. The wind witch had plotted his death and her escape far too often to ever be considered that.
Naraku knew how she felt. Her secrets not hidden from him. She was lovely, he had made her so. She suited his needs when they arose. The fact that she despised him mattered little. The fact that she loathed his touch amused him, because no matter how hard she fought it, he gave her completion each time. Wringing great sobbing cries from her and wracking her with pleasure. It was a sick cycle, one that she was prisoner to. Breaking her spirit a little more each time he took her.
His silence made her body tense. Slowly, she lifted her eyes to his face. He was waiting for her to move. He smiled that dark smile of his and she shivered. She read what was in his eyes and gave a small shake of her head. He arched his dark brow at her small denial, "What is this Kagura?" he asked softly, mockingly.
She looked away, not bearing to see his face. A darkly beautiful face. A face that she hated more than anything in the world. "You would not be so foolish as to deny me would you Kagura?" he went on. She clamped her teeth tightly, she would not cry. Not for this. Not for him. She always promised herself that and she always did. This time, maybe it would be different. Maybe.
"No Naraku. I won't deny you." she muttered softly. If she did he would only cause her more pain than was needed. He chuckled, Kagura was not stupid. He would have her regardless. "Undress" he ordered. Slowly, she stood, her eyes fixed on the floor and slipped her shoulders from her kimono.
The colorful silk puddled around her feet. Her slim, golden body bared to him. She crossed her arms over herself to suppress her shiver. Naraku watched in amused silence. "So proud Kagura," he chided as he rose from his seat and approached her, "So very proud. It must kill you inside to know that before the sun rises you will beg of me."
She closed her eyes. She could imagine another's hands on her. Sesshoumaru's hands, Inuyasha's hands, even Kouga's hands. They were enemies but she knew, instinctively, that they would never do these things to her like this. Hurtful, shameful things, surely they wouldn't.
Naraku guessed her game easily. "No Kagura, you will not think of any others. Look at me Kagura." he commanded. Slowly, she lifted her eyes to his. Outside she was silent, stoic, waiting. Inside she was screaming and hating herself because already she felt the dampness growing between her thighs.
"I can smell it you know" he whispered into her ear, moving to stand behind her. His lips brushing against her pointed ear. She closed her eyes and sucked in a breath. He smiled against her flesh. "I can smell the arousal, your mind might not want me but your body...well now, that does".
Kagura swallowed hard, the lump forming in her throat refusing to go down. His hands stroked down her upper arms, back up again. A gentle caress. Then his clawed hands cupped her breasts and he growled low in his throat. She could feel the evidence of his desire brushing against her through his dark hakamas.
Naraku pinched and rolled the pink tips that hardened under his hands. Even now, though she fought so very hard, Kagura let a small moan escape. Grazing his lips across her neck, he let one large hand trail down over the quivering flesh of her stomach and to the junction of her thighs.
He chuckled at her wetness even as he teased the slit, skillful fingers moving to find the bud that would fully prepare her body for his use. Kagura whimpered and thrashed her head against his chest but his hand continued to move, inciting those feelings of pleasure in her. Naraku was a fiend, he would bring her to the brink again and again only to let her fall back until her body felt sharp pain with it's need for release.
That was what he was doing now. Kagura was losing her inner battle, they both knew this. She clenched her teeth at his mocking laughter, even as her hips bucked against his hand. "Yes, that's it Kagura, ride my hand and try to find what I am not ready to give you". Within her, she felt his fingers change, becoming solid.
Body strung taut like a bow, she panted. He nipped sharply on her small ear, "Cry for me Kagura and beg and I may let you have what I know you want so badly". Kagura hated him, but strangely that hate did not dampen her need at the moment. "Please, please do it, my master" she pleaded.
Naraku pulled his fingers from her and shoved her against the desk in the shadowy corner. She fell against it, her forehead resting against the polished wood. Waiting, body afire, limbs trembling. She heard the rustle of his clothing and squeezed her eyes shut tightly.
He stared at her slim figure bent over his desk, fleshy globes in the air for his view. He tore his clothing away with a growl, his length hard and jutting from his body. He fisted his hand around himself, pumped once or twice and crossed the room. He stood just behind her, "Say it Kagura," he demanded, "Say that you want me inside of you".
How she hated him. "Please Naraku, come inside of me. I want you inside!" she cried out. She could hate herself more later, right now she needed to ease the ache he'd caused. He laughed at her, even as he caught her hair in his hands, pushed her cheek flush with the desktop. She felt him press the thick head against her core and then he filled her with one powerful push. His great girth making her wince. Her bottom lip was caught between her teeth.
Naraku let his eyes fall closed as he entered her. Her body was tight, despite his regular use of her. He growled and grunted as he pumped her. Soon those small cries rose into the air as louder, full throated moans and gasps. Her channel hot and slick swept over his flesh, fluttering and clenching.
His claws dug into her hips as he pulled her back hard against him. Buried deep inside of her, he made small thrusting motions that nudged her womb. Her small hands fisted on the wood beneath her. Suddenly his arm wrapped around her waist her and her upper body was lifted higher.
He pulled from her body only to slam back in, at this angle that secret spot inside of her took the brunt of his intrusion. Again and again he thrust into her, his sounds rough and inarticulate. He was close, quickly losing himself. Already her body was tightening around him, her head falling back against him. She screamed as he continued to massage that spot inside of her with his length.
Her orgasm came in a breathtaking rush, liquid rushing down her thighs. Naraku felt the hot slide of her release drenching him and pulled from her, flipping her over on the desk. She closed her eyes, knowing what was coming. A second later she felt the hot wetness of his seed spatter across her face. It was copious and she knew it would burn her if she left it long.
"What Kagura?" he asked as he always did, "You didn't think that I would release inside of you. You are just an incarnation of me, you are not good enough to carry an heir for me. Sex with you, while vastly satisfying is just a form of self love. I will leave you now".
His body still feeling the effects of orgasm, he tugged his hakamas into place and left her. She remained slumped against the desk for long minutes until the now cool stickiness of his seed slid down her cheek. With shaking hands she wiped at it, staring at the pearly fluid staining her palms. She wanted to be sick, wanted to vomit now that it was over. That he had used her this way, and that she had begged him to because she was powerless against her own nature.
Rising to her feet, she stumbled to the bathing room and sobbed as she sank into the water. Kanna was nearby, she could feel her little sister. Looking up through teary eyes she met the flat gaze. Her red lips trembled, but she said nothing. Nothing needed to be said. "Soon we will be free Kagura" the white child said, "HE is coming". And her mirror blazed to life, revealing to Kagura eyes, the dog prince.
"I thought we could not see into the western palace" she whispered. Kanna smiled, a strange thing to see certainly. They had found that Kanna could block Naraku's many eyes and ears for short periods of time. They could speak freely now. "He cannot," She said simply, "My mirror shows me".
Kagura found her first real smile in weeks, small though it was. They had a chance, if Sesshoumaru was really coming then there was a chance to be free. Released or dead, anything was better than this. She had to be careful, not be heard, not be seen, and not let her thoughts betray her.
They needed a plan, a secret to deliver to the dogs at the crucial time, something to up the chances of victory. Naraku was growing stronger each day, and Kagura could only hope that the inu brothers would be able to slay him quickly. He had something planned, she knew, but she didn't know what that might be.
"We have to know Kanna," she said softly, "We have to know what he plans and then... we have to tell Sesshoumaru". The void nodded slowly in understanding. She remained silent letting her unseen barrier drop away as Kagura washed the touch and seed of her master from her flesh.
Kanna, though she was the void was not devoid of feelings. They merely failed to manifest themselves often. She loved her sister Kagura and knew that Kagura would die here at Naraku's hands. Her sister's fire was being extinguished little by little. Yes, the lord of the west was the last chance they had.
She turned on soundless feet and left her sister to dry and dress. She was going to search as only she was able. She journeyed to the far edge of the castle, and up into the battlements, a favorite haunt of hers. "Show me," she whispered to the mirror, "Show me his secret so we can be freed".
Far to the east, in the craggy crooks of mountainous peaks, he sat. His castle, like all the others, swamped in a swirling purple miasma. Across the room, the little girl with flat dead eyes and gleaming white hair cradled her mirror on her hands. Naraku was irritated. His prey was invisible to him, that meant only one thing.
"So Inuyasha has gone to the western palace" his voice calm, his ruby eyes narrowed. He needed those shards and of course the safest place for them to be was the one place he had believed Inuyasha would never take them.
He had sent his messengers far and wide, gathering those who would be loyal to him. He didn't expect that loyalty to be long lived, but that was because the people pledging to him would die soon enough. That thought cheered him immensely.
He gave veiled promises of power and wealth and as always, foolish men and demons alike came to him. Yes, he would give them all of these things, long enough to serve him and then they would perish. In the end he would be left victorious, his enemies and hangers on slain, the jewel in his hands.
Yes, while the vast armies fought, he would draw close enough to the damnable miko that Inuyasha kept so close and he would slay her, rip the shards from her bloodied hand and let the half demon ache. He'd kill him off soon enough. Of course he knew that Sesshoumaru and Inuyasha were not simple minded and they would expect such tactics from him. But he wasn't worried, he had enough faces to fool the gods themselves.
"Leave me Kanna." he bid her. She lowered her eyes and backed from the room. Naraku was affected by few things. The thirst for power and the jewel, victory, these things appealed to him greatly. His clever entrapments and hand spun deceits filled him with dark glee.
More than glee filled him this night. Desire did as well. "Kagura." he called into the darkness and she knelt before him. Her own scarlet eyes downcast. Her head bowed, the image of submissive obedience. Ha! Far from. The wind witch had plotted his death and her escape far too often to ever be considered that.
Naraku knew how she felt. Her secrets not hidden from him. She was lovely, he had made her so. She suited his needs when they arose. The fact that she despised him mattered little. The fact that she loathed his touch amused him, because no matter how hard she fought it, he gave her completion each time. Wringing great sobbing cries from her and wracking her with pleasure. It was a sick cycle, one that she was prisoner to. Breaking her spirit a little more each time he took her.
His silence made her body tense. Slowly, she lifted her eyes to his face. He was waiting for her to move. He smiled that dark smile of his and she shivered. She read what was in his eyes and gave a small shake of her head. He arched his dark brow at her small denial, "What is this Kagura?" he asked softly, mockingly.
She looked away, not bearing to see his face. A darkly beautiful face. A face that she hated more than anything in the world. "You would not be so foolish as to deny me would you Kagura?" he went on. She clamped her teeth tightly, she would not cry. Not for this. Not for him. She always promised herself that and she always did. This time, maybe it would be different. Maybe.
"No Naraku. I won't deny you." she muttered softly. If she did he would only cause her more pain than was needed. He chuckled, Kagura was not stupid. He would have her regardless. "Undress" he ordered. Slowly, she stood, her eyes fixed on the floor and slipped her shoulders from her kimono.
The colorful silk puddled around her feet. Her slim, golden body bared to him. She crossed her arms over herself to suppress her shiver. Naraku watched in amused silence. "So proud Kagura," he chided as he rose from his seat and approached her, "So very proud. It must kill you inside to know that before the sun rises you will beg of me."
She closed her eyes. She could imagine another's hands on her. Sesshoumaru's hands, Inuyasha's hands, even Kouga's hands. They were enemies but she knew, instinctively, that they would never do these things to her like this. Hurtful, shameful things, surely they wouldn't.
Naraku guessed her game easily. "No Kagura, you will not think of any others. Look at me Kagura." he commanded. Slowly, she lifted her eyes to his. Outside she was silent, stoic, waiting. Inside she was screaming and hating herself because already she felt the dampness growing between her thighs.
"I can smell it you know" he whispered into her ear, moving to stand behind her. His lips brushing against her pointed ear. She closed her eyes and sucked in a breath. He smiled against her flesh. "I can smell the arousal, your mind might not want me but your body...well now, that does".
Kagura swallowed hard, the lump forming in her throat refusing to go down. His hands stroked down her upper arms, back up again. A gentle caress. Then his clawed hands cupped her breasts and he growled low in his throat. She could feel the evidence of his desire brushing against her through his dark hakamas.
Naraku pinched and rolled the pink tips that hardened under his hands. Even now, though she fought so very hard, Kagura let a small moan escape. Grazing his lips across her neck, he let one large hand trail down over the quivering flesh of her stomach and to the junction of her thighs.
He chuckled at her wetness even as he teased the slit, skillful fingers moving to find the bud that would fully prepare her body for his use. Kagura whimpered and thrashed her head against his chest but his hand continued to move, inciting those feelings of pleasure in her. Naraku was a fiend, he would bring her to the brink again and again only to let her fall back until her body felt sharp pain with it's need for release.
That was what he was doing now. Kagura was losing her inner battle, they both knew this. She clenched her teeth at his mocking laughter, even as her hips bucked against his hand. "Yes, that's it Kagura, ride my hand and try to find what I am not ready to give you". Within her, she felt his fingers change, becoming solid.
Body strung taut like a bow, she panted. He nipped sharply on her small ear, "Cry for me Kagura and beg and I may let you have what I know you want so badly". Kagura hated him, but strangely that hate did not dampen her need at the moment. "Please, please do it, my master" she pleaded.
Naraku pulled his fingers from her and shoved her against the desk in the shadowy corner. She fell against it, her forehead resting against the polished wood. Waiting, body afire, limbs trembling. She heard the rustle of his clothing and squeezed her eyes shut tightly.
He stared at her slim figure bent over his desk, fleshy globes in the air for his view. He tore his clothing away with a growl, his length hard and jutting from his body. He fisted his hand around himself, pumped once or twice and crossed the room. He stood just behind her, "Say it Kagura," he demanded, "Say that you want me inside of you".
How she hated him. "Please Naraku, come inside of me. I want you inside!" she cried out. She could hate herself more later, right now she needed to ease the ache he'd caused. He laughed at her, even as he caught her hair in his hands, pushed her cheek flush with the desktop. She felt him press the thick head against her core and then he filled her with one powerful push. His great girth making her wince. Her bottom lip was caught between her teeth.
Naraku let his eyes fall closed as he entered her. Her body was tight, despite his regular use of her. He growled and grunted as he pumped her. Soon those small cries rose into the air as louder, full throated moans and gasps. Her channel hot and slick swept over his flesh, fluttering and clenching.
His claws dug into her hips as he pulled her back hard against him. Buried deep inside of her, he made small thrusting motions that nudged her womb. Her small hands fisted on the wood beneath her. Suddenly his arm wrapped around her waist her and her upper body was lifted higher.
He pulled from her body only to slam back in, at this angle that secret spot inside of her took the brunt of his intrusion. Again and again he thrust into her, his sounds rough and inarticulate. He was close, quickly losing himself. Already her body was tightening around him, her head falling back against him. She screamed as he continued to massage that spot inside of her with his length.
Her orgasm came in a breathtaking rush, liquid rushing down her thighs. Naraku felt the hot slide of her release drenching him and pulled from her, flipping her over on the desk. She closed her eyes, knowing what was coming. A second later she felt the hot wetness of his seed spatter across her face. It was copious and she knew it would burn her if she left it long.
"What Kagura?" he asked as he always did, "You didn't think that I would release inside of you. You are just an incarnation of me, you are not good enough to carry an heir for me. Sex with you, while vastly satisfying is just a form of self love. I will leave you now".
His body still feeling the effects of orgasm, he tugged his hakamas into place and left her. She remained slumped against the desk for long minutes until the now cool stickiness of his seed slid down her cheek. With shaking hands she wiped at it, staring at the pearly fluid staining her palms. She wanted to be sick, wanted to vomit now that it was over. That he had used her this way, and that she had begged him to because she was powerless against her own nature.
Rising to her feet, she stumbled to the bathing room and sobbed as she sank into the water. Kanna was nearby, she could feel her little sister. Looking up through teary eyes she met the flat gaze. Her red lips trembled, but she said nothing. Nothing needed to be said. "Soon we will be free Kagura" the white child said, "HE is coming". And her mirror blazed to life, revealing to Kagura eyes, the dog prince.
"I thought we could not see into the western palace" she whispered. Kanna smiled, a strange thing to see certainly. They had found that Kanna could block Naraku's many eyes and ears for short periods of time. They could speak freely now. "He cannot," She said simply, "My mirror shows me".
Kagura found her first real smile in weeks, small though it was. They had a chance, if Sesshoumaru was really coming then there was a chance to be free. Released or dead, anything was better than this. She had to be careful, not be heard, not be seen, and not let her thoughts betray her.
They needed a plan, a secret to deliver to the dogs at the crucial time, something to up the chances of victory. Naraku was growing stronger each day, and Kagura could only hope that the inu brothers would be able to slay him quickly. He had something planned, she knew, but she didn't know what that might be.
"We have to know Kanna," she said softly, "We have to know what he plans and then... we have to tell Sesshoumaru". The void nodded slowly in understanding. She remained silent letting her unseen barrier drop away as Kagura washed the touch and seed of her master from her flesh.
Kanna, though she was the void was not devoid of feelings. They merely failed to manifest themselves often. She loved her sister Kagura and knew that Kagura would die here at Naraku's hands. Her sister's fire was being extinguished little by little. Yes, the lord of the west was the last chance they had.
She turned on soundless feet and left her sister to dry and dress. She was going to search as only she was able. She journeyed to the far edge of the castle, and up into the battlements, a favorite haunt of hers. "Show me," she whispered to the mirror, "Show me his secret so we can be freed".