InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Falling for the Enemy. ❯ Chapter Two. Thus It Is. ( Chapter 2 )

Chapter 2. Please Review.


Naraku enjoyed every second of the show, but was soon very uncomfortable with his own body, though he had already come once, this little turn of events sent his member up in a frenzy once more, much more bigger and ready than he had ever experienced it to be before. Could he do it? Could he go to the miko and make her want him without him first fulfilling his own dire need? He would defiantly try, he decided as he silently opened the sliding door, reviling his amazing god like form before the miko whom hadn't noticed as of yet since her eyes were closed, lost in ecstasy. He then came to the conclusion that he had never, in his collective life, seen anything or anyone as beautiful or desirable as the miko was at that very moment, her eyes closed, mouth open, a slight blush on her cheeks, all while she trembled unashamedly at her own touch, her rosy nipples hard and erect, begging for attention. Naraku was more than willing to supply the young supple miko with her body's screams for his attention, but he would wait until she verbally asked for it, he decided, as he waded into the water to the place she was.

It was by chance that at the moment, before the stormy-eyed miko came to reach the epitome of pleasure, that she happened to crack her eyes open just a bit, finding to her amazement, through the thick cluster of eyelashes, what had to be a god. His long ebony hair that fell in waves reflected the sunlight in such a way that he seemed to be surrounded by an ethereal glow, his perfectly taught muscles noticeable under the expanse of his perfectly pale skin that played deliciously over every desirable inch of his body. Continuing the provocative ministrations upon her swollen clit, the shock of the moment of being caught didn't sink in to her daze stricken mind, though she continued at a slower, much more gentle pace as she took the time to allow her eyes to travel all over this man whom had intruded on her bath. Kagome's gaze caressed his face first, taking in the intensity of his crimson orbs before admiring the sharp angle of his jaw as her half lidded dilated eyes traveled lower, down his thick corded neck as well as his perfectly chiseled torso, a deep navel penetrating the hard expanse of his flawlessly sculpted abdomen. When her clouded vision, partly clouded by the rising steam of the spring and partly clouded by her own desire, reached his member that stood to attention, she stopped all motion of her hand in nervous fear, the reality of the moment finally making an impact on her startled mind.

A low inaudible growl started to form from deep within Naraku's chest when he noticed that the young priestess didn't stop touching herself as she discovered his presence, her eyes devouring every inch of his unclothed self, but his hopes of an easy task were soon cast away when a sudden spike of nervousness and fear tainted her beautiful feminine scent. She was so close to her body's release when she had abruptly stopped touching herself before him, and had now, instead, turned her heated gaze away from him when she had seen a rather large and daunting part of him that had demanded Naraku to come to her in the first place. The black hearted male couldn't help but smirk at her response to him, though her intoxicating scent was bathed in fear and nervousness, the sweet tantalizing smell of her arousal assaulted his nose even more so than it had before, his pupils growing dilated so as to nearly consume the crimson colored iris of his eye when he caught sight of the most arousing sight in the world. There before him was a virgin priestess, her stormy colored eyes washed in passionate need though still as innocent as when he first laid eyes on her. Her cheeks were lightly colored in a pink blush, her wet ebony bangs plastered against her forehead as the rest of the inky black hair stuck stubbornly to her neck, shoulders, reaching all the way to her lower back where the rest of it floated in the hot spring's water. The steam rose steadily from the pool of hot water, bathing the miko's skin that rested above the water's edge in a thin sheet of miniature droplets, with every breath she took the light reflected differently off of her dewy skin. Her creamy porcelain colored legs were spread open and poked out of the water so that she was forced to rest her body's weight on one of her elbows, revealing to the world the most secretive and prized part of a woman's anatomy. Kagome was beautiful as she laid there exposed under Naraku's intense gaze as he simply admired her, and drank in every slight, nearly undetectable, throbbing motion of her virgin flower.
With every erratic beat of her heart she couldn't help but throb in her nether regions, as she leaked sweet clear nectar from the inside of her virgin flower, the amount and consistency of her feminine juices changed when she noticed Naraku's presence, flowing thicker and more in amount, now that she was openly displayed before the hansom half demon, Naraku.
Naraku nearly fell from the edge of reason and into insanity when he saw the way she unknowingly prepared herself for him, the once clear substance that she secreted from her un-penetrated womanhood turning thicker and colored white as it fell from the opening of her petals and continued it's downward path.
He couldn't stand it anymore, his breathing becoming deeper as he quietly growled under his breath so as to not scare her, closing in on the what little distance was left between them, though not forgetting his initial plan, muttered in a rather deep breathless tone,
“Forgive me for this, but I can no longer ignore your body's screams.” Naraku said in a broken tone, interrupted by his growling that turned instantly into purring when he lowered his head only inches away from where her scent was being spilled. He took in a deep breath of her, this action making Kagome shiver in anticipation of his actions as she heard him breath in deeply, her heady stimulating scent making Naraku's dark, blood colored, eyes grow brighter red in response to the evocative sight and scent of being so close to her virgin flower. Drunken in his own hunger for the girl, he darted his tongue out and ran it against the small space under her vaginal opening where a good amount of her sweet nectar had gathered, all the way up toward her opening where he teased her sweet, never-before touched, opening before digging his wet muscle into her tightness.

Kagome screamed at his sudden intrusion, but not because she didn't like it or because it hurt, but because it felt unlike anything she had ever felt before, making her squirm against his face in an amazing amount of heated pleasure, her legs wanting to close as a reflex, but Naraku had placed his large hands against her inner thighs in order to hold himself and her in place, thankfully so, since she didn't think that she'd be able to hold her legs open because of the strong sensations coursing through every fiber of her being. It was strange to her that she was so willingly allowing Naraku to do this to her, but after all; he was her husband…. So why did she feel so new at this?
As soon as the thought came, it left because of the tickling of her lover's soft tendrils of wavy ebony hair brushing against her inner thighs as he raised his head slightly and latched his talented mouth on to her clit. This action drove her off the cliff of the sane and strait into the pit of insanity, her back arching off the wooden platform she was laying on, as her head swam in the shallow water, moving back and forth, her eyes shut tightly as she moaned out-loud in response to the passion that made her blood boil at Naraku's mouth on her virgin self. It was simply incredible, every suckle, lick, and erratic movement of his wet muscle against her overly sensitive clit.
Naraku felt himself shiver when his ears were bombarded with the sound of her moan, it's echo bouncing off the walls of the surrounding bath house which allowed him to enjoy it for a little longer, it's sweet sound dancing on his sensitive hearing. He decided right then that he liked the noises she made, and thought to make it a point to see what other sounds the miko made. Everything about her was driving him to want her more, her taste was just as heavenly as it smelled, slightly sweet in a peculiar way, the sight of her naked body was enough to make any male human come, while the sound of her was enough to make even the coldest heart warm up in desire. How could he resist her?
How could she resist him? He was driving her so close to a place she had never been before, a place that only her dreams were able to get her to experience a taste of…. He was simply irresistible. Why should she resist? After all, they were already married, right? This must have occurred before…. So then why did she feel so…. So…. Strange? Deep within her heart she felt a tug of conscience that made her slightly ignore her body's fires of passion and think a little about her current situation. Something wasn't right, of this she was now sure, her intuition simply wouldn't let her enjoy what was going on to the fullest, though she couldn't help but voice her pleasure. Kagome closed her eyes to try and make the feeling of intuition go away, and succeeded momentarily, but when she opened her eyes to see her lover's head in between her thighs, it was someone else that she saw.
A beautiful boy with white hair and the most adorable white ears topping his head came into view, a sexy glint in his golden yellow eyes at what he was doing currently in between her legs. Kagome found herself remembering her dream before she woke up here in her husband, Naraku's, home. They looked so alike, could it be the same boy from her dream? Yes, it was.
Just as the vision came, it left, as soon as she blinked, it was gone, replaced once more with the very attractive ebony haired half-demon that was there before.
She remembered. Kagome suddenly remembered everything that Naraku had erased from her memory. Everything…. Including Inu Yasha's numerous betrayals with Kikyo. A silent lone tear fell slowly down from her eyes; it's glistening track down her face as it made it's way into her hair.
The scent of salt didn't escape Naraku's keen sense of smell…. Had he hurt her? He wondered silently as he ceased his work on her still aroused virginity.
“Kagome?” Naraku asked, half faking a concerned tone as he rose from his position, holding himself over her body, his face hovering over hers as his long ebony hair fell so as to curtain around them. There, in the shadow of her adversary, Kagome decided on a course of action that she had never in her life considered taking, but for some strange reason, she was inclined to do so.
Reaching up, she caressed the smoothness of Naraku's cheek with her hand, her stormy eyes swimming in a pool of unshed tears. This would be her test, if he would pass it, then she would go through with this, faking that she was still under Naraku's spell, if not, then she would leave him, however she could, and go back to Inu Yasha.
“Hold me.” Kagome somewhat asked, somewhat commanded, her voice broken by the strong emotion that welled up within her, torn between two possible realities. If she went back to Inu Yasha, she would continue to suffer, and though it was her fault that the shikon jewel was currently broken into a thousand pieces, it certainty couldn't be her destiny to live her life in the shadow of Kikyo, whom had already died. However, if Naraku passed this little test of sort, she would stay with him and play along as his `wife' according to him. The life of a married woman actually appealed to her, and since Naraku would not know that she had unintentionally broken the spell, he would continue to be as sweet as he presented to be from the moment she woke up from her sleep earlier, after all he was her `husband'.
Kagome's half command had taken Naraku off guard, the obvious struggle against letting him see the fullness of her emotions was evident in the apparent crack in her words. After her words had tickled his hearing, Naraku had immediately undergone a silent war against two opposing sides of himself.
“How dare she command me, Naraku, Dark Lord of this world, to do something so humiliating. Fucking her is one thing, but actually indulging in such an unnecessary human act such as holding her so as to comfort her, is completely revolting.” He thought to himself, meanwhile his human side reproached, “It would be best to act the part of a caring husband so that she could stay under my power…. Besides…. Holding her can't be that unpleasant.” Again, his demon half roared against his humanistic judgement, “That would be lowering myself, Naraku, into stupid human feelings…. I will act as I always have acted around this miko: detached.”
Naraku closed his eyes in thought as he let out a breath that he hadn't realized he had been holding as he wrapped his strong humanoid arms around the young sky-clad miko, opening his eyes as he did so. He brought her close to himself; so close that every inch of the other was touching it's opposite: his torso against hers, her abdomen against his member as well as the surrounding area, while their legs intertwined together in such a way that any onlooker would consider them hard to pull apart. He held her in such a way that they could feel everything that the other had to offer: heart beats, every intake and exhalation of breath, the subtle twitches of taught muscles that stood to attention because of the heated activities that they had both undergone. Everything was shared between them in that moment, where neither of them moved but only to blink. Kagome had her head comfortably supported on Naraku's forearm, which rested against the wooden platform underneath them, while her forehead pressed against his shoulder, her eyes in the dark shadow under his chest.
He had passed…. Now she had to make it final, somehow this had to work out better than her life had previously been working out, this she was sure of for some unexplainable reason.
“Make me yours Naraku….” Kagome whispered in his perfectly pointed ear, shyly licking his earlobe before adding, “Be gentle with me….”
Unconsciously a deep growl formed deep in his chest, at the half command that the miko had given him. Again, she hadn't asked him, she had told him to do something, just who did she think she was? For some reason though, this made him want her even more, his erection getting harder with the increased blood flow as it pulsed against his and her abdomens.
Kagome had felt the vibrations rolling off him and against her chest, which made her soft nipples harden in response to the unintentional stimulus. Yes, she would do this, she would change her life forever, but for some reason, she was confident that this was the right decision. She would become Naraku's wife, and even go so far as to collect the jewel shards with him, after all, he had let her hold on to them. Yes, she would stay in this imaginary world, this pretty lie that she couldn't get away from, a world that she didn't want to get away from. This would work; she'd make it work.
He wanted to make her his, that way she'd be tied to him even after he was through with his vengeance against the half dog demon, Inu Yasha. He could do whatever he wished with her once she was completely his, beyond that of simply gathering the shikon-no-tama, he would be able to start forming an empire by taking over the current reining demon lords that possessively fought to keep their lands. He was no idiot when it came to demon politics, though he didn't know all of the rules, he did know the basics, aside from power, there were things that a demon needed in order to even attempt to over-throw a demon lord, a mate was one of those requirements….
The miko was beautiful, powerful, and had much potential, once he made her his, she would be even more powerful and show much more possibilities than she currently did. Yes, he would do this, he would make his enemy his mate.
Starting from the tip of her ear, he ran his tongue down to her ear lobe, exhaling as he did so, his warm breath and wet tongue sending a shiver up and down Kagome's spine. Trailing down, Naraku placed light wet kisses on her neck, all the way till he was between her young supple breast. It was obvious that she wasn't yet a woman, in more ways than one. Her scent was one of the main reasons, her physical attributes another. She still had some height to gain, not much, but some, her breasts weren't fully grown yet, and aside from that, her hips weren't placed wide enough yet to where she was able to have a delivery without complications……… but if he were to mark her and claim her as his mate..……



Kagura saw everything that was going on through her emotionless sister's magical mirror in disgust, what the heck was Naraku thinking? Being that she was apart of Naraku, Kagura saw the obviousness in his hesitation and the quick plans that flew through his mind. Could she allow this to happen? Would the repercussions of his actions, if he so chose to mate with the young priestess, affect her in such a way that she would never be free from Naraku's tight malicious grasp?
A frustrated growl escaped from the wind sorceress since she couldn't answer her own questions…. Perhaps no one would know the answers, only fate could decide what would happen now-- if she would ever feel the lightheartedness of finally being free.

Kanna looked up at her older sibling, her empty eyes as cold as ever as she addressed her, “I know,” She paused for a second before continuing in a plain eerie sounding monotone, “…. It can't get worse that it already is.”

Kanna had a point; though the little demon girl didn't speak much, from her mouth came much wisdom and knowledge whenever she did choose to speak to someone. Naraku couldn't possibly treat her any worse than he currently did, therefore, she concluded, it didn't matter what he chose to do with the miko girl. There was even a slight chance that the young priestess might be able to destroy Naraku if she deemed it necessary once they were mated…. From what she had learned, when demons marked their chosen one, it was for life…. But the miko girl was no demon.



Kagome ground herself against Naraku's erect manhood, her sworn enemy, now her soon to be mate…. How ironic. Before today they had always left each other's presence wanting something more: to kill the other for the shikon-no-tama…. Today though, all of that would change, they would leave each other's presence wanting something more: to want to feel the other's body close to their own once more.

Naraku growled animalistically, which succeeded to send shivers of pure pleasure down Kagome's small lithe form; goose bumps erecting themselves all over her taught moist skin. Wrapping one long slender creamy white leg around her dark demon lover, the miko ground her virgin self against him again, her other foot against the wooden platform that supported them in the shallow water of the hot spring. This drove the ebony locked demon near the breaking point: where he would just pound himself mindlessly into her untouched body-but something held him from doing so. He couldn't simply unleash the beast within him…. He had to make her want him, even now that she had confessed it.

“Once I start, I will not stop….” Naraku ground out in a deep husky tone of voice that did nothing more but excite Kagome even more than she already was. Of course, then she actually thought about his words and what they meant, and she couldn't help but feel nervous.
Naraku smelled the sudden burst of nervousness that tainted her marvelous scent of arousal, and did the first thing he could think of to banish away her feelings of doubt. He slowly rubbed his large hard cock against her wet entrance, letting her feminine flower open it's petals for him to slide up against it, teasing her clit with his member. Kagome moaned unashamedly, her eyes fluttering shut at the wonderful sensations that Naraku, of all people, was inflicting upon her body. She couldn't lay still any longer, her body acting on a will of it's own as it shook with anticipation and the tension of wanting release, she gripped his bicep with one hand, while she slid the other around his impressive member, holding it for a second before continuing.
Surprising the dark demon lord, as well as herself, she placed the tip of him at her entrance and held him there so as to guide him in when he got over the initial shock of her actions.
Indeed, the priestess's boldness did take the breath of the handsome half demon, Naraku, but not enough to still his dire need for her. Taking note of the way the young virgin girl held on to his upper toned arm with one hand, while the other held his thick long member in position-the way she simply looked as her stormy colored eyes locked passionately with his demonic crimson ones…. It was a moment to remember for the rest of his collective life-he decided then.
Inhaling, Naraku slowly pushed the head of his shaft inside of her tight woman-hood, noticing with a moan that she was indeed untouched at all in any way, shape, or form…. Even the first bit of her was as tight as anything he could have ever experienced. Then a thought occurred…. What if she couldn't take it? He had already expressed that he wouldn't stop…. So, with much effort, he stilled himself within her small entrance, attempting to calm himself enough to open his eyes to see her expression.
Kagome's eyebrows couldn't crumple any closer together, her small mouth drawn in a tiny “o”, the sudden stillness of the male above her made her hand that was tightly gripping his upper arm, completely run across his broad shoulders to embrace him closer to her trembling body. Her vaginal muscles clenched around him tighter, only to let go, and clench him tightly once more, the wetness of her womanhood gathering and mixing with the hotspring's warm mineral rich water.


“Oh Naraku….” Kagome exhaled breathlessly, tilting her head back a bit only to capture his lips with her own plush ones. Naraku, enraptured in all that was occurring, of being inside of the untouched priestess, Kagome, her gentle yet passionate kiss- but it was the way she said his name that caused him tremble. How such a frail beauty could hold such a power over him, to reduce the great evil, Naraku, into a shuddering mass, was beyond him.
With one swift movement of his arm, he gathered the young miko against him, wrapping it around her waist while his other arm held the nape of her neck, his hand entangled in her long ebony tresses, as he kissed her in return. Pushing in deeper within her softness, breaking her maiden head, he buried himself all the way within Kagome, her little pubic hairs caressing his as they joined in the most intimate fashion.

`I never thought it would be this way….' Kagome thought, her eyes tightly closed as a strange pain came, though the feeling of being filled to the utter most was enough to drown out the fact of the matter, that and holding on tightly to the well muscled dark lord above her as she adjusted to his thickness.

`I never thought it would be this way….' Naraku thought, pulling out half way before pushing back in once he felt the miko's vaginal muscles relax and conform to his size. Breath increasing with every slow in-out motion of his throbbing member, Naraku relished in how absolutely tight and warm the beautiful moaning girl beneath him was.





That was a week ago, a week that has been laced with nothing but passion and kindness that I never thought possible from the ultimate evil that I thought Naraku was. Since that day I've gotten to see so many different sides of my one time nemesis, now turned `husband'. The idea is so surreal, something so unbelievable, but at the same time, very true-to a certain extent. Of course, I know that he is still under the impression that my memory is completely non-existent…. But he's the one that made up the whole story about us being married. Why would he do that? He's hated me for so long, why make up a story where we're married? Maybe he didn't hate me…. Maybe just Inu Yasha? I have no idea.

`She's so beautiful, and strong for a mere human.' Naraku thought as he grazed his crimson gaze over her kimono clothed form. He had never before seen her in dark colors, but since she started living with him, and even more recently, traveling with him, she had been sporting colors that he was used to wearing. Black and red kimonos with feminine long sleeves, and a trail that dragged behind her… she looked simply divine.
And her power…. Such a powerful miko, even in times of intimacy there had occurred accidents where she would unconsciously released her purification powers, especially when she would climax. Oh what interesting memories he had gained within the past week with his miko.
“Yes… My miko…” Naraku murmured in a possessive growl as he placed his hand on the small of her back as they walked through the one of the many forests in feudal Japan.

“Hmm, did you say something?” Kagome asked innocently, her stormy grayish blue eyes turning to look into his perfectly crimson orbs. Something about the way she looked at him made even the most diabolical thoughts die away into something that made something within him melt away.

“No, Kagome, it was nothing.” He replied with a lovely smirk, moving the hand that was on the small of her back to brush her bangs to the side, only to have them fall back in place, a lovely blush playing over Kagome's face.








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