InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Falling for the Enemy. ❯ My Wonderful World of Lies ( Chapter 3 )

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Chapter 3. My Wonderful World of Lies.
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‘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 little miko, the perfect blend of power and beauty together in one being….
“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 the steel walls 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 the rebellious strands fall back in place, a lovely blush dancing over the bridge of Kagome’s nose and cheeks.



The day progressed in silence from the two traveling lovers, the only sounds to grace their hearing being that of the sound of Mother Nature’s music. The song of birds cooing to their mates, the scurry of rabbits to and from one hole to another, the rush of the light breeze that sent leaves as well as grass in to a sort of shushing sound. Even the sound of crunching of grass and dead leaves underneath their own feet added to the beauty of nature’s song. Kagome felt strangely lulled by the harmony of the sounds as she took the time to focus her hearing a bit more by shutting her eyes in order to properly enjoy the gift the day presented her with, all the while following behind the tall ebony haired male, having fallen a bit behind a little since he took bigger steps than she did.


How much the little miko aroused the dark lord’s curiosity! He had much anticipated that his obsession with her would die out by now; however, it was the contrary of every single one of his precipitated assumptions. He found himself growing more obsessed with the girl, her strange actions and loud opinions compelled him to prod into her personally, getting to know her in a different aspect than he had so far discovered by coupling with her.


Within the past week he had realized that the little miko, aside from being innocent of mind, was, very ironically, quite knowledgeable. He had never met a female, demon or human, to be able to read and write as well as Kagome had displayed. Not only that, but she was exceptional at deductive reasoning as well as making accurate mathematical calculations. It impressed him greatly, how such a young girl could be so learned in so many different aspects…. Many women were strictly prohibited to participate in learning to read and write, much less learn to do numerical calculations. It was at this point that he realized two things: One: Kagome must have come from an amazingly progressive as well as wealthy family, her previous style of dress supported this idea. Two: her parents drove their children to be the most educated in the land.

Aside from this, he took note of how unaware the miko was of her substantial power…. So much so that she thought herself weak. She hadn’t yet realized that she held within her beautiful young body, a power that was much more than anyone, even the legendary Midoriko had possessed, the drawback being that she was untrained and undisciplined, therefore she couldn’t control it by her will, but rather only strong emotional circumstances.

Also, it occurred to him that the potion, incantation combination, hadn’t affected her memory in the areas that contained her learned knowledge…. Was it possible that his perfectly brewed potion and spell could be wearing off? Hmmm….


With this thought the dark lord Naraku ceased his steps, sending Kagome to walk strait into him. The momentum in the movement sent her falling backwards, however, she stopped herself by wrapping her kimono clothed arms around Naraku’s waist, her cheek firmly planted at the small of his back, a funny sight indeed. With his arms raised high in the air in sheer surprise of the action on behalf of the miko, he peered down at her, his torso twisting so that his piercing red orbs locked on to her shocked stormy ones.
Her face was beautifully painted in a blush, and her eyes were wide in shock at the speed of which all these things conspired.


‘Simply stunning….’ Naraku found himself thinking as he took her upper arms in his large hands and picked her up with ease, a large smirk tugging the corner of his lips as he placed her delicately in front of him, carefully adjusting her kimono once she was standing on her own.

“I’m sorry, I’m so clumsy sometimes.” Kagome breathed, her embarrassment clearly pronounced in her words as well as in her illuminating blush. ‘ I can’t believe my face landed there!’ She thought, her blush growing brighter as she looked at the ground, finding that she couldn’t look at her ebony hared crimson eyed dark lord without her blush growing more so than it currently was.


‘So much power, yet still so innocent and undaunting….’ Naraku thought, enclosing Kagome’s cheeks in his large hands, which brought her face towards his own. With shock clearly written all over her wide glistening stormy gray eyes, he took her soft naturally puckered lips and kissed them gently with his own. Feeling her compliance with the natural relaxation of her lithe body going slack against his, his lips slowly danced with her own in a sweet faint kiss, one that completely took the little miko’s breath away.



This is the way it always was, every single time; he never failed to unconditionally kiss her breath away, killing her oh so deliciously softly. Such was the way it was since that sparkling day in the hot springs of Naraku’s castle.


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“Oh Naraku….” Kagome breathlessly exhaled, her hot breath caressing Naraku’s pointed ear, which succeeded in sending a shiver through his strong hard male body. Oh how she managed to make even him shake in desire and anticipation, this once immovable evil, now a mass of clay within the gentle hands of the young priestess surrounding him.



She had to admit, it did sting to be broken through, however the feeling of being completely filled to the hilt drove the sting to dull with every single squeeze and release motion her inner muscles did of their own accord. It was when he pulled out and pushed back in that she felt the tickle of tears high within the bridge of her nose and saw her gaze cloud over with unshed tears.


“Relax, or it will hurt more than it needs to….” Naraku whispered against her neck, between open mouthed kisses, her body trembling more than it currently ways.
“Uh…. Damn…. Uhh….” Naraku moaned in a deep baritone that caused his chest to vibrate against Kagome’s rapidly hardening nipples. She was tightening up unconsciously, her body tensing up against the pain instead of relaxing, her vaginal walls constricting him so profusely that it hurt almost painfully, however it was a world of pain for her.

“Right here….” Naraku purred, the tips of his blunt nails on lightly caressing their way from her neck to her breast, down lower to her quivering abdomen where he placed his palm against the area where her groomed pubic hair dusted her lower abdomen. He then proceeded to still his hips completely from any movement, kissing away her cascading tears while he massaged the clenched pelvic cervical muscles with his warm large hand.


With the patience that only the most loving possessed, he continued to do this until she felt her completely limp and relaxed underneath his massaging hand, her tears completely vanished before he began to move within her again.

This time around he was slow…. Agonizingly, painstakingly, inconceivably slow…. Goodness she would be the death of him. He continued massaging her, effectively preventing that she clamp shut again while he inched his way in and out of her, attempting with all of his might to ignore the whimpers of pleasure and soft touches she gave lest he loose control and pound mindlessly into the young body beneath him.




Lost in a sea of carnal desire, the burning fires of passion kindled and fanned until she felt that she was unable to retain any sense of feminine dignity, Kagome’s head fell back, a groan of desperation escaping her parted kiss-swollen cherry colored lips. Her hands began to abandon the soft strokes of admiration and started roughly exploring the hard planes of Naraku’s hard male body, demanding something unattainable with out the help of her lover above her.

She ran her nails against his back, enjoying the feel of the way his skin felt when she pressed against it with force, the hushed hiss that escaped the ebony haired male above her not escaping her passion dazed hearing. It was too much, she needed something that her body demanded that she made known, however she was unable to voice it because she didn’t know what it was.

In light of this discovery she wrinkled her eyebrows in frustration, angry with herself for being so dim when it came to things that her friends from the future had tried explaining to her, but because of her shyness, she always seemed to find a way to get out of those kinds of conversations, oh how she regretted it now! Now everything was left in the hands of instinct…. She had to unleash her uncivilized side in order to get what her body was currently writhing and screaming for.

Luckily the sexually intuitive male that she was currently impaled on was able to make a move before she had to. Within the throws of male need, The crimson eyed male shifted a tiny bit, and while not missing a beat, he moved his massaging elsewhere….

Kagome moaned aloud, her hands weaving themselves in his thick long black hair as her legs reflexively wrapped around Naraku’s waist, arching her body so that it touched his in every way.

Growling in response to her obvious pleasure, he manipulated the little bud encased in his fingers with more enthusiasm, his thrusts growing faster in time and severeness as she wildly bucked against him, voicing her state of elation with every downward stroke of his powerful male organ. With every increase, she met him, telling him how it made her feel, declaring to the world how she was close, her moans growing louder and her encouragements gracing his sensitive demon hearing with more regularity.

“Yes, yes, yes! Oh, Naraku…. Uh…. It feels so good.” Uninhibited by the side effects of passion, the young miko would moan, sometimes whisper or shout in a broken tone of voice that was deeply clouded with lusty desire, driving the male above her to move more quickly, which would accompany a string of loud primal sounds, followed by the murmuring of his name in his perfectly pointed ear.

He licked her neck, slightly sucking his way up to her ear before sucking her ear lobe into his mouth and nibbling on it, mindful of his fangs. All the sounds she made were delicious within his head, his ears delightfully devouring them as soon as they escaped her perfectly pouted lips.

In complete abandonment Naraku, enemy of purity, kissed the inexperienced priestess beneath him, madly pounding in and out of the soft wet heated warmth that enclosed around his thick long manhood. Acting solely on desire, he brought the both of them into an upright siting position, his knees touching the wooden platform while he supported the light girl with his hands at her waist, bringing her entire being up and down his engorged length. Again and again he impaled her on to him, swallowing up her loud cries of pleasure with his kisses, his skin enjoying the wonderful feeling of her nails scratching him and digging into him in her moment of orgasm.

She shuddered violently, her inner walls convulsing around him as he continued to mercilessly thrust into her, the sound of skin hitting skin mixed with the wet sounds of the water being splashed driving them both madly out of their minds. Her breathing was labored, so much so that she swore that she would die if the involuntary muscle spasms that raked all over her body didn’t cease.

When she thought that she was finally coming down from her wonderful high, she’d once again erupt from her demon lover’s constant penetration movement, her swollen clit being tapped every single time he would lower her on to him, which sent her over the edge countless of times, leaving her very weak and immobile. Yet she continued to hold on, her moans still loud and her hands still touching his wonderful male body, until finally, with a loud roar that was followed by grunts of pleasure, Naraku, prince of darkness, came into the priestess.
He came long and hard, his hot seed filling her to the very core until he could give no more, his god like form flexed with the intensity of his completion, his majestic self lost in the throws of indescribable ecstasy. Her body reacted immediately on instinct, her spasming inner muscles gripping him tightly, milking every bit of what he had to offer, her womb drinking in his precious load, storing it away.

Eyes tightly closed in realization, his once condescending smirk twisted into what seemed to be pain while his eyebrows wrinkled downwards, his face reflecting what his brain quickly registered as what had just happened.

His heart, his human heart, had been poured out into this girl, this once untouched miko. The beautiful girl that he still held on to fastly with his strong arms, her entire form still trembling from the aftershocks of their ordeal.

Attempting to regain control over his facial features and bodily reactions to Kagome, he held on to her a little tighter, one of his hands coming to her head to press it against the crook of his neck, his fingers lightly scratching her scalp while he comforted her, at the same time hiding his face from her eyesight.
He would die if she knew what had just unintentionally occurred between them, aside from the obvious, he had lost it, lost his control, his grip upon reality, his humanity, his inner demons, and he was left simply Naraku.

Never did he ever expect that the dark shikon shards that he had implanted within him would make this possible….
To make it possible to get rid of himself by giving it to another…. To this girl that represented purity. She would suck the purity out of him and into her if this continued.



And continue it did….

Again….

Again….

And again….


If it kept going this way, he would become a full demon and would have no need for the stupid Shikon Jewel; he could keep his word and let her have the blasted thing…. If he were a full demon, he would have the strength of one, and would rid himself of the obsession over the jewel that he wanted only to become the most powerful.
However, if he could achieve this without the jewel, and with Kagome instead, why not?


His plan kept growing and morphing into perfection now that his mind was more clear, less tormented by his inner demons, as each one of them conformed to him, Naraku, and helped him become that which he so desired: Perfect and powerful.


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In reality, the search for the jewel was only a pass time to Naraku as well as Kagome, now that his new obsession was her as well as getting rid of his humanity through her, and she willingly allowed it. He treated her with respect, compassion, and sometimes she could swear that she saw love within his crimson eyes.

With each passing day, with each passing moment of passion, he grew more demonic and perfect while she grew more feminine and had a certain glow within her eyes.

Any one could miss it, but not Naraku, he saw how she seemed to grow different in the way she looked at him, the way her eyes twinkled, the way she seemed to glow. It was so, and it only grew more and more, for within her it was his human heart that was being held, and growing with ever deposit he made of his seed within her nurturing womb.

It was when she wrapped her arms around his neck that he snapped back to the current situation with a smirk playing on his lips while he continued to kiss her. Yes, she was definitely unaware as well as a willing participant in all of this.

And yet…. He himself couldn’t stop, couldn’t deny her of what she wanted or needed, however he attributed this because of his new obsession with the girl, nothing else…. Nothing else.






A/N: Woo hoo, okay, so it’s not 15 pages, but it’s well written, and it finished the lemon that I started. The story will have a future alternate pairing, a sort of love triangle plot I’ve decided. I’ve been in the hospital, am high on valium and vicodin because of a medical mistake in which I was the victim, so obviously, I’m ill. That’s why I finished this chapter here. Finals are coming up since school is almost out, so I’m working my butt off at NVC (Northwest Vista College) despite my illness. I’ll write more, but give me time please. Electronically yours, kinoko.