InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Hedonism ❯ My Gift, My Curse ( Chapter 7 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: abraxas_ren 
((young) Miroku, Naraku) [darkfic; it's very non-con and Miroku's underage] S: One night, after he abducts Miroku, Naraku reveals another side of the 'curse' he perpetrates against the men of Miroku's family.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 06.28.2008 | Updated On: 06.28.2008 | Pages: 1 | Words: 680 | Visits: 1.3K | Status: Completed
((young) Miroku, Naraku) [darkfic; it's very non-con and Miroku's underage] S: One night, after he abducts Miroku, Naraku reveals another side of the 'curse' he perpetrates against the men of Miroku's family.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 06.28.2008 | Updated On: 06.28.2008 | Pages: 1 | Words: 680 | Visits: 1.3K | Status: Completed
“My Gift, My Curse” by Abraxas (2008-06-13)
“You – you – you want it, my monk!”
Miroku struggled against Naraku but, like a fly to a web, that trap of ropes and gags only tightened while he fought it.
Naraku licked behind Miroku’s ear then bit into the flesh.
The youth shouted but those restraints muffled that cry.
The demon turned its face up and rested its chin atop the acolyte’s head – thin red lines of blood drooled out of the corners of its lips.
“I know it, my monk. You cannot hide the urge. The lust is inbred into your family. Cultivated – by my power – from generation to generation. It is my gift, my curse!”
Naraku clutched Miroku’s robes. The man tore the boy’s clothes. It was a scene like a child unwrapping a gift. Grinning – a sight that could have frozen blood – he was rapt by the revelation of the youth’s tight and virginal ass.
He clutched its cheeks and spread its crack to inspect what it cloaked with mere shadow and darkness. His hands shook as his fingers explored. A shudder of ecstasy coursed through his body. He knew it was untouched but he was not prepared to be awed by its beauty. It was almost too perfect to be real and it begged to be violated.
Excitement betrayed fascination with the mystery of that organ and the promise of pleasure that awaited within it. He could not help but stroke it from the top to the bottom of the crack. And there, down, low, where Miroku’s genitals dangled like fruit waiting to be picked, he discovered another realm that needed molestation.
A special kind of love.
The demon clutched the acolyte where he was vulnerable. Then, again, he licked and bit into its flesh. At last a scream rang through the dungeon. A laugh echoed along with it.
Pleased with himself, Naraku returned his gaze into Miroku’s ass.
It was the shape of the opening that stirred the lust of the spider – a round, smooth rim with a smattering of hair like the lid of an eye.
“All your life you’ll waste away turning from woman to woman. But you will not be satisfied! And you will not be fulfilled! Not by any woman. Search forever, you will not find a female capable of pleasuring you. You’ll only be satisfied by a man!”
Naraku fell upon Miroku. Arms wrapped around shoulders. Legs wound about thighs. Grinding. Pounding. Like an animal to its prey. The beast’s moves crazed into a frenzy until its cock pricked the youth’s anus.
“You need that, my monk! Don’t fight! Don’t cry! You want that! A cock ramming into you. Exploding inside of you. Now – I grant your wish!”
Groaning.
Pounding.
Moaning.
Thrashing.
Miroku’s passage out of virginity was a journey of pain and fear punctuated by a sliver of pleasure. Red eyes, breathless lips, and a bruised, battered body were the outward signs that a change occurred. Inward, however, Naraku knew there would be a plethora of deep and beautiful scars to torment the boy forever and ever.
Naraku sat by Miroku, petting, as if to console, the trembling youth.
That face and its emotion behind the gags did not matter. It was only that visage between the cheeks, that canvas of blood and semen, whose expression continued to fascinate the demon. Though its virginity was vanquished, it retained a kind of innocence as its eye-like opening gazed back tearful but not shattered.
“Admit it – you are fulfilled, my monk!”
The beast laughed while the youth lay quiet and still - then it vanished like a fog into the castle.
(600)
“You – you – you want it, my monk!”
Miroku struggled against Naraku but, like a fly to a web, that trap of ropes and gags only tightened while he fought it.
Naraku licked behind Miroku’s ear then bit into the flesh.
The youth shouted but those restraints muffled that cry.
The demon turned its face up and rested its chin atop the acolyte’s head – thin red lines of blood drooled out of the corners of its lips.
“I know it, my monk. You cannot hide the urge. The lust is inbred into your family. Cultivated – by my power – from generation to generation. It is my gift, my curse!”
Naraku clutched Miroku’s robes. The man tore the boy’s clothes. It was a scene like a child unwrapping a gift. Grinning – a sight that could have frozen blood – he was rapt by the revelation of the youth’s tight and virginal ass.
He clutched its cheeks and spread its crack to inspect what it cloaked with mere shadow and darkness. His hands shook as his fingers explored. A shudder of ecstasy coursed through his body. He knew it was untouched but he was not prepared to be awed by its beauty. It was almost too perfect to be real and it begged to be violated.
Excitement betrayed fascination with the mystery of that organ and the promise of pleasure that awaited within it. He could not help but stroke it from the top to the bottom of the crack. And there, down, low, where Miroku’s genitals dangled like fruit waiting to be picked, he discovered another realm that needed molestation.
A special kind of love.
The demon clutched the acolyte where he was vulnerable. Then, again, he licked and bit into its flesh. At last a scream rang through the dungeon. A laugh echoed along with it.
Pleased with himself, Naraku returned his gaze into Miroku’s ass.
It was the shape of the opening that stirred the lust of the spider – a round, smooth rim with a smattering of hair like the lid of an eye.
“All your life you’ll waste away turning from woman to woman. But you will not be satisfied! And you will not be fulfilled! Not by any woman. Search forever, you will not find a female capable of pleasuring you. You’ll only be satisfied by a man!”
Naraku fell upon Miroku. Arms wrapped around shoulders. Legs wound about thighs. Grinding. Pounding. Like an animal to its prey. The beast’s moves crazed into a frenzy until its cock pricked the youth’s anus.
“You need that, my monk! Don’t fight! Don’t cry! You want that! A cock ramming into you. Exploding inside of you. Now – I grant your wish!”
Groaning.
Pounding.
Moaning.
Thrashing.
Miroku’s passage out of virginity was a journey of pain and fear punctuated by a sliver of pleasure. Red eyes, breathless lips, and a bruised, battered body were the outward signs that a change occurred. Inward, however, Naraku knew there would be a plethora of deep and beautiful scars to torment the boy forever and ever.
Naraku sat by Miroku, petting, as if to console, the trembling youth.
That face and its emotion behind the gags did not matter. It was only that visage between the cheeks, that canvas of blood and semen, whose expression continued to fascinate the demon. Though its virginity was vanquished, it retained a kind of innocence as its eye-like opening gazed back tearful but not shattered.
“Admit it – you are fulfilled, my monk!”
The beast laughed while the youth lay quiet and still - then it vanished like a fog into the castle.
(600)