InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Desecration of Innocence ❯ Twisted Desires ( Chapter 5 )

 

WARNING! This chapter contains disturbing and graphic content.

Read at your own risk...

 

CHAPTER 5

 

Twisted Desire

 

 

The pain was excruciating and immediate, she couldn't breath, couldn't make a sound, until he thrust his arm inside her again, shoving it in further, deeper. She felt as though her body were white hot, her eyes burned and bulged and for what was only a few seconds she actually thought that they were about to explode out of their sockets, end up dangling on her cheeks where she would get to watch what he was doing to her up close...

 

This thought disintegrated as quickly as it was formed as her body began jerking involuntarily with each rough thrust, making her bindings cut painfully into her already abused skin. Then she screamed; a sound that reverberated off the walls encompassing everything, and - although Naraku's castle was hidden deep within the mountains, shielded by a powerful barrier - it was almost as if the very mountain could feel the anguish of that cry. The winds picked up, whipping through the forested slopes causing birds to take flight, wildlife to flee.

 

Her scream was unbearable.

 

The hair stood up on the back of Kagura's neck, crawling over her scalp and over her body. It wasn't until that moment that she fully understood what Naraku was truly capable of.

 

Although Naraku relished the scream, could feel it snaking it's way around his groin, making his cock twitch with pleasure. He needed her to stop or he might loose his control again, and that was something he was not willing to relinquish. He could feel the blood pearling between the jags of the root he was using to fuck her with, moving down to touch his skin, where the two merged. He could feel just how tight she was, how her entire body was so tense it was he fleeting entertained the possibility that she may end up with parts of her stuck like that.

 

“Shut up Kagome or I'll make you,” he threatened into her ear, pushing a little bit further to make his point, which really had the opposite effect.

 

He dragged the root out of her and circled the chair, the bloody stump held up like a sword.

 

She had slumped as far forward as the restraints would allow her, shaking with the released tension and sobbing breaths.

 

He struck her across the cheek leaving a bloody smear, she cried out, he hit her again, and again until she was near screaming.

 

His body was screaming.

 

Grabbing her hair again he shoved the extension against her lips.

 

“I want you to suck it, to know your taste...” he pulled it back from her resisting form, flicked out his tongue against the rough surface and reveled in the coppery essence.

 

The reaction was almost instantaneous; the quivering erection now strained against the strangely rough fabric of Inuyasha's fire rat bottoms, tenting them out as vicious lust shot through him in pulses. Stepping forward awkwardly as the pants chaffed him, his eyes turning red, he made a grab for her hair, pulling her face up to his, wanting to watch her eyes.

 

He didn't say anything, just stood there breathing hard, his thoughts beginning to slip as her scent engulfed him, her fear and blood and tears, her pussy...

 

He shoved it at her again, and again she tried to shy away from it, kept her mouth closed tight until he grabbed it, forcing it open and the root in. She gagged, nearly chocked as it hit the back of her throat.

 

Her thoughts were a mess, just tumbling one on top of the other

 

'My taste, my taste,' she thought incoherently. ' It tastes like death, I can't take this taste!'

 

Whipping her head back and forth trying to dislodge the appendage she gagged in earnest before the pitiful contents of her stomach were oozing out around the root, down her chin.

 

When Naraku finally figured out what was happening through his lust crazed haze he retched it out of her mouth disgusted. He had been on the verge of fucking her, although he initially intended to wait, his raging hard on was not, and was moments away from breaking through the chair when he smelled the vomit.

 

“You disgusting fucking bitch!”

 

He knocked the chair sideways and was vaguely aware of hearing a snap as Kagome's wrist broke from the impact.

 

She was screaming again, his balls contracted, he could feel the wetness beginning to leak from the tip of his penis. Uttering a harsh, animalistic growl he shoved the hakama down over his hard on and dropped to his knees in front of Kagome's struggling form. Grabbing on to her shoulder for support he began furiously pumping his cock, grunting out nonsense.

 

It didn't take long for him to orgasm, thrusting his hips in time with the contractions, his semen arching out to land randomly on Kagome's tear stained face, in her hair, on her blouse. Panting hard, hand still working his crotch, he watched as the cum began to drip down her cheek and although he had just spent himself another bolt of lust shot through him. He shuffled forward, getting close enough so he could slap her face with his dick, rub it around in the semen...

 

Suddenly he was aware that his mind was on the verge of a skip, he could feel his restraint beginning to slip, could almost feel the lesser youkai he'd absorbed crawling under his skin, clamoring to get to the surface, to take over. He looked down dazedly at the sobbing mess that was to be his greatest conquest of all, noticed how his cock was rock hard again, it nearly touched his stomach when he let his hand drop. He could vaguely hear the strangled pull of his own breath and not really liking the way it sounded guttural, more like a beast then a man.

 

Using all the power he possessed he pushed himself off the ground and began to fumble with Inuyasha's hakama only to belatedly notice that the hakama was the one he himself had been wearing before his confrontation with the girl. He was back in his true form which angered him the most; he hadn't even noticed the transformation.

 

An impotent rage roiled inside of him and before the ramifications of what he was about to do could even permeate his increasingly patchy thoughts, he aimed a kick at the still bound miko, knocking the wind out of her.

 

“A servant will be in shortly to clean you up,” Naraku growled.

 

He really needed to get out of there before he did something drastic, like lose complete control.

 

“Don't go anywhere.”

 

As he laughed darkly at his seeming wit, Kagome momentarily thought that his voice sounded as though it was more then just him, it sounded doubled; it sounded insane.

 

Then the pain took her again and all her thoughts could do was revolve around that.

 

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