InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Hedonism ❯ Unrequited ( Chapter 15 )
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By: abraxas_ren 
(Naraku/Mrs. Higurashi) [] S: Naraku is perplexed by his attraction toward Mrs. Higurashi; he tries to destroy that attraction but he might be left impotent to act!
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 09.06.2008 | Updated On: 09.06.2008 | Pages: 1 | Words: 819 | Visits: 1.0K | Status: Completed
(Naraku/Mrs. Higurashi) [] S: Naraku is perplexed by his attraction toward Mrs. Higurashi; he tries to destroy that attraction but he might be left impotent to act!
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 09.06.2008 | Updated On: 09.06.2008 | Pages: 1 | Words: 819 | Visits: 1.0K | Status: Completed
"Unrequited" by Abraxas (2008-08-30)
Naraku could not take another moment of it. Seeing, watching her. The way she smiled through tears. Her head tilted. Her eyes unfocused. And her slow, eerie walk. The whole of that image agonized the urges of his body which only wanted more and more.
The spider tried but could not imagine a single thought of evil. It was as if his soul were purified just by the presence of that woman. And he was baffled by the impotence of his mind....
A bird chirped; a tentacle grasped. The song cut mid-syllable. Only the rustle of branches completed the melody. Yet, within its grip, the demon could not complete the act.
What if she found it? he thought, again and again, trapped by conscience of guilt.
The grip of the tentacle faded as it dissolved within his body.
That bird fluttered away.
A tear streaked Naraku's face.
Life was, always, a thing to be played with - thus, he asked, where did it come from? That restraint! Hesitation? Was it her? How could it be her?
It was not about the Jewel - it was as it was always all about Nraku!
He was struck by that woman's power the moment they met. That day when he mingled with the tourists at the temple it changed the universe. He knew who it was by the scent of the daughter and he prepared to act but a glimpse of that face, those eyes, heartbroken, those steps, abandoned, prevented the blow.
By the gods, it was the most beautiful visage and the very existence of it devastated his power. All of his life he tried to extract that emotion. Always it failed. Fear, rage and anger if not death itself were the results of his interfering with the world. Never, never. Not a single face gazed back like that!
He could not fathom the depth of love behind those eyes.
Naraku waited until sunset. He wanted the cover of night, pure and natural night, to cloak his whereabouts. Through the trees. Across the fields. Up the facade. The spider's movement, though erotic, could have frozen the bloody of any unlucky viewer.
He reached a window of that house. Lift flickered beyond it -she was inside! - he peaked into the bedroom through the corner of the glass.
The woman stepped out of the shower. Steam alone cloaked her body. He was taken aback by the exposure and looked away. Breathless at the reaction her flesh induced with his body. The weakness could not be denied - the desire demanded to be expressed. He was consumed by it and he could not stand it any longer.
The light extinguished and the woman slipped into bed.
The demon waited until she slept and then slithered into the room. The creature crawled, insect-like, across the floor without disturbing or creaking it. It reached the mattress and loomed above the object of desire.
Naraku salivated, aware of urges he had not dreamt of.
He tugged the covers with the patience of a predator. He pulled the blankets until the breasts were exposed. With fingers outstretched like the legs of a spider, he stroked the nipples , then, he bathed the skin with swirls of vast, limitless touch. All the while he twitched within then poked though the fabric of kimono so overwhelmed by the reality that he was flesh-to-flesh with that woman.
He could not kill her physically as he did not want a world without her. He ceded that to love. But the price to pay for life was corruption! If he could not kill her, he was going to violate her until she turned into just another human, like the rest that he destroyed.
Then, indeed, she would be nothing!
His kimono parted; his erection revealed itself fully.
The spider straddled the woman. His feet by her waist. His knees by her elbows. He spread his legs and tilted forward. His genitals slid against the blanket - then - they nestled against the breasts of the sleeper. The contact of his penis atop her flesh was electric and, again, he was paralyzed by it. Like a kind of impotence.
Then - the woman's eyes opened!
Mrs. Higurashi screamed then swatted the spider off. It scampered out of the window. She shut it and, with the covers wrapped about her body, she stared through the glass. What seemed to be eight, little points of light - color eerie shades of red - gazed back then it, too, melted into night.
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Naraku could not take another moment of it. Seeing, watching her. The way she smiled through tears. Her head tilted. Her eyes unfocused. And her slow, eerie walk. The whole of that image agonized the urges of his body which only wanted more and more.
The spider tried but could not imagine a single thought of evil. It was as if his soul were purified just by the presence of that woman. And he was baffled by the impotence of his mind....
A bird chirped; a tentacle grasped. The song cut mid-syllable. Only the rustle of branches completed the melody. Yet, within its grip, the demon could not complete the act.
What if she found it? he thought, again and again, trapped by conscience of guilt.
The grip of the tentacle faded as it dissolved within his body.
That bird fluttered away.
A tear streaked Naraku's face.
Life was, always, a thing to be played with - thus, he asked, where did it come from? That restraint! Hesitation? Was it her? How could it be her?
It was not about the Jewel - it was as it was always all about Nraku!
He was struck by that woman's power the moment they met. That day when he mingled with the tourists at the temple it changed the universe. He knew who it was by the scent of the daughter and he prepared to act but a glimpse of that face, those eyes, heartbroken, those steps, abandoned, prevented the blow.
By the gods, it was the most beautiful visage and the very existence of it devastated his power. All of his life he tried to extract that emotion. Always it failed. Fear, rage and anger if not death itself were the results of his interfering with the world. Never, never. Not a single face gazed back like that!
He could not fathom the depth of love behind those eyes.
Naraku waited until sunset. He wanted the cover of night, pure and natural night, to cloak his whereabouts. Through the trees. Across the fields. Up the facade. The spider's movement, though erotic, could have frozen the bloody of any unlucky viewer.
He reached a window of that house. Lift flickered beyond it -she was inside! - he peaked into the bedroom through the corner of the glass.
The woman stepped out of the shower. Steam alone cloaked her body. He was taken aback by the exposure and looked away. Breathless at the reaction her flesh induced with his body. The weakness could not be denied - the desire demanded to be expressed. He was consumed by it and he could not stand it any longer.
The light extinguished and the woman slipped into bed.
The demon waited until she slept and then slithered into the room. The creature crawled, insect-like, across the floor without disturbing or creaking it. It reached the mattress and loomed above the object of desire.
Naraku salivated, aware of urges he had not dreamt of.
He tugged the covers with the patience of a predator. He pulled the blankets until the breasts were exposed. With fingers outstretched like the legs of a spider, he stroked the nipples , then, he bathed the skin with swirls of vast, limitless touch. All the while he twitched within then poked though the fabric of kimono so overwhelmed by the reality that he was flesh-to-flesh with that woman.
He could not kill her physically as he did not want a world without her. He ceded that to love. But the price to pay for life was corruption! If he could not kill her, he was going to violate her until she turned into just another human, like the rest that he destroyed.
Then, indeed, she would be nothing!
His kimono parted; his erection revealed itself fully.
The spider straddled the woman. His feet by her waist. His knees by her elbows. He spread his legs and tilted forward. His genitals slid against the blanket - then - they nestled against the breasts of the sleeper. The contact of his penis atop her flesh was electric and, again, he was paralyzed by it. Like a kind of impotence.
Then - the woman's eyes opened!
Mrs. Higurashi screamed then swatted the spider off. It scampered out of the window. She shut it and, with the covers wrapped about her body, she stared through the glass. What seemed to be eight, little points of light - color eerie shades of red - gazed back then it, too, melted into night.
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