InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Defining Torture ❯ Kagura's tickelish? ( Chapter 2 )

I do not own Inuyasha but I can touch his ears on my Samoyed.

 

 

*~*~* Earlier that day *~*~*

 

Kagura lay in her bed dreaming, no not dreaming remembering what she truly was, a wind goddess. Memories of distant shores and alters of offerings filled her mind when she slept. Tonight she saw the sea cliffs of Sparta where the sacrifice of the king's only child lay on the altar. They begged her to give them the wind they needed to move their armada across the sea. She hadn't wanted the girl, she was holding out for the handsome warrior Achilles, but she wouldn't deny a worthy sacrifice. Her power swelled and filled the painted sails of a thousand ships as she sent them on their way to Troy.

 

Kagura awoke with a start, the dream fading like smoke leaving only the sound of wind over sea cliffs in her ears. She could never remember what she dreamed but she always woke with the certainty of what she truly was in her heart. Yes she did have a heart, she couldn't live without one, but Naraku's ability to phase it out of her chest was always a factor in her continued service to him.

 

The other was that he knew what her true fear was and it wasn't death. He never threatened her with death, no her true fear was that he would make her rejoin his body. Imprisoning her soul within the dark confines of his flesh unable to escape never dieing but never truly living either, that was her greatest fear.

 

How he had managed to capture her soul and imprison it in his flesh with the large jewel fragment he had was a secret she would give much to know.

 

She hated sleeping. No not sleeping dreaming, remembering, she did it rarely as it served to remind her over and over again of her ultimate humiliation. The fact that a half breed bandit could make her, the very wind itself, beg him for mercy.

 

Gods the taste of it in her mouth at that knowledge propelled her out of bed, she needed something to distract her. Kanna showed her that cocky wolf prince nearby yes that would do nicely.

 

The battle had gone well and she had captured his jewel shards but they couldn't give her what she really wanted, but the sudden memory of a regal demon lord might. She had tried to commission Sesshoumaru with the task of Naraku's death in exchange for the jewel shards and that damn dog had refused her! She had lashed out at him in anger to hide the cold spike of terror that rose in her breast at the thought of remaining in that half breed's service. But as much as she hated and feared Naraku's influence over her she wouldn't lower herself to beg, her pride wouldn't let her. Not even for what her heart wished for the most.

 

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She watched as the young demon slayer rose and approached her Naraku's order replaying in her mind. Make her beg him to stop? She gazed at him warily as he smiled behind the mask. Humph, if she wouldn't beg the Lord of the Western lands for her heart's desire, this freckled teenager didn't stand a chance.

 

Kohaku rose and approached the wind sorceress before him, his eyes focusing on the two small white feathers in her hair. Torture her with the feathers until she begged him to stop and then go some more? He grinned feeling himself harden at the thought, not a problem.

 

As he embraced Naraku's order the icy pressure building in his head suddenly ceased and was replaced with a surge of warmth. Confidence and power surged hotly through his veins like the strongest sake. All doubt and trepidation was washed away and his eyes lit with a dark fire of certainty of his next actions.

 

He was staggered by the feelings, obeying Naraku had never given him such power. But then again he had never embraced his orders either. He always fought them until the icy mantel would draw over his mind and he would awaken later with stains on his clothes and weapon.

 

The true horror of what Naraku had done to him was reveled, if he would just embrace him, welcome him, accept the dark half breed of his own free will then he could feel like this all the time. No fear or doubt ever again, he would have the ego of a god. But the thought of accepting those stains on his hands left him cold and he quickly pushed such disturbing thoughts from his mind.

 

He was good at that.

 

Kohaku wanted to enjoy the way he was feeling now with the beautiful wind witch at his mercy. He took off his mask, chain sickle, shoulder, elbow and groin pads leaving only the knee pads and shin guards on. He removed the feathers from her hair and trailed them down her cheek.

 

“I will torture you until you beg me to stop, with these.”

 

Her crimson eyes widened in surprise as he leaned forward and both stole, and gave, his first kiss.

 

She inhaled his scent as her eyes drifted closed, he smelled like sweet summer grass and evening dew, her tongue swept his lips seeing if he tasted as good as he smelled. His lips parted under hers and his own tongue fluttered in her mouth. He kissed his way to the delicate point of her ear as he released her hair tie and buried his face in her ebony locks taking a deep breath.

 

“Hmmm you smell so good, like flowers.” He purred in her ear.

 

Was he serious? All she ever heard from the demon canines was how much she stank, why did this human think her scent was so different.

 

“You can't be serious” she breathed.

 

“Absolutely.” he murmured, nuzzling her ear. “You smell like nightshade and belladonna flowers, so sweet, so intoxicating.”

 

Kagura felt a little warm curl of pleasure in her belly at his compliment, nobody ever complimented her for just being herself. Why did the praise of this boy mean so much to her? The warmth helped push back her fear of the chains to just a fine trickle, like champagne bubbles rising to the surface. She couldn't fully relax in the confinement but now the keen edge of fear was mixing with the heat pooling in her. He pulled back and put the two small feathers in her hand.

 

“Make these bigger about the size of my forearm.” He ordered.

 

She gave a tiny burst of power making the downy soft feathers grow and he took them back and laid them aside. Holding her gaze he reached out and tugged loose the golden ribbon that held her kimonos closed.

 

Kohaku sighed in pleasure as he parted the triple layered silk and revealed the lush curves that they had been hiding. He didn't want to destroy such fine garments of hers and instead of giving into the urge to just use his sickle to delicately cut them off of her body, he parted them leaving the sleeves on her arms and tied the rest of the fabric behind her with the golden ribbon.

 

Gods she was beautiful, he had no idea the lush full curves of her hourglass figure or heavy breasts were hidden under the loose silk of the robes she wore. He dragged his hand across her legs as he guided his groin pads under her knees and shins, it wouldn't do to have that pale skin get abraded on the rough floor.

 

Kagura felt a tingle of warmth at the worshipful expression on the young slayer's face. She wasn't all that modest and being bare before him didn't bother her, but she liked seeing his reaction to her beauty as his hungry gaze wandered over her body.

 

He gently kissed her again and she melted into his mouth savoring the taste as his strong callused hands cupped her face. He drew them across her body in the lightest of touches, the gentlest of caresses, and her skin broke out in an army of goose bumps at the sensation.

 

He then reached for one of the feathers and drew it lightly over her skin making her shiver. He teased her dusky nipples with just the tips until they hardened, flicking the feather over one mound and then the other. As he circled her navel she jumped and giggled. Huh giggled?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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