InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Hedonism ❯ Earth: Do You See My Face When You Cum? ( Chapter 32 )

"Earth: Do You See My Face When You Cum?" by Abraxas (2009-01-09)
Naraku wandered into the dungeon. Wide horizontal windows, along the fringes of the stonework, revealed glimpses of night. Torches along the walls shined light into the void and revealed a realm of skeletons and cobwebs. Rats darted into and out of the shadow. Cells yawned abysses of darkness. The demon walked through the passage taking note of those tiny little details. He was fond of the setting and its ambiance.
Few masters throughout Japan so enjoyed that side of their work.
A gate - rusty long bars - beyond it light did not penetrate.
He stopped and listened....
Though he could not see it he knew she was there, awake, watching and waiting. And scheming. But, he wondered scornfully, with a twisted, sick smile, what kind of plot cooked within that mind?
"Certainly," he seethed, "you know you cannot escape, Kagura, yet you insist."
A stir of shackles - a cascade of sharp, bitter clanging.
"It is you who will not escape, Naraku," a voice barked through that abyss, "and tonight I will be free."
The gate dissolved and the creature walked into the cell. He untied his obi and his kimono tumbled into a pile about his feet. He unfastened the knot of his fondushi - a long, ivory linen dangled like a tail between his legs his genitals exposed. Naked - and still smiling, still arrogant - he knelt in front of the sorceress.
Naraku sat at the edge of a circle carved into the floor. Urns, posted at regular, equal distances right and left sparked a dull blue flame. Slowly, gradually, the image of Kagura emerged out of the void. Against the wall, wrists and ankles shackled, the chains contorted her body into a weird and alien posture.
The sorceress glared at the demon as if her eyes were knives....
The restraints loosened then swung free.
Kagura stood in front of Naraku, clothed, with two fans - the first against her face, the second against her hips. The pose was exaggerated. Still, silent. She did not move even to blink until a breeze teased the flames of the urns.
Kagura started the dance. Since Naraku caught her - since her last attempt to be free - she had been forced to dance in front of the demon. As part of the punishment the movement was to be different each and every session. The creature wanted variety and proved to be easily upset by repetition. So she practiced the steps during the day and acted the fantasy during the night.
She fanned while strutting through between the urns. Walking then running then stopping. She gazed toward the distance, eyes unfocused, always toward the same exact spot only she knew of. When she stopped she turned toward the spider, the fans locked together like a mask, like a pair of lips, then, as if shaking with the wind, growing through the air, her face cracked through that veil, her hands drew back those fans into random, yoga-inspired poses.
Naraku groaned - although she did not acknowledge it within the performance she knew it was uttered through the agony of pleasure.
It was the signal to heighten the tension.
Kagura, striking a pose of triumph, reached upward, outward, as if to touch the sun, until her kimono parted and exposed her breasts.
The dance continued with her flesh bared.
She covered the left with a fan leaving the right free. He paused to gawk at the offering then resumed his stroking. She switched, rapidly, freed the right letting the left go. Not waiting as long as that she switched again, shuffling backward. She twirled about the urns, slapping the fans against her breasts - and loosening her obi. She stopped again and again shuffled toward Naraku - with both breasts covered then freed, the swinging of her arms flung off the rest of her kimono.
Her lips between her legs were cloaked by shadow yet the darkness revealed contours of a smile.
Shaved. Smooth yet puffed by excitement. A dew, sparkling with that dull blue light, seemed to coat the skin.
Naraku's head rolled side to side while yelps and moans issued of his lips. His legs straightened across that floor, with its circle of urns, forming a triangle, apexing with his genitals. His left hand behind his back supported his torso while his right hand upped the pace of the stroke.
With the demon distracted Kagura started to grow bold. As she manipulated the fans she brushed their tips against her flesh. Cutting the skin. Along her arms, her wrists, even her thighs. The cuts were like scratches - she had been sharpening the fans for days and days but their edges remained blunt - they itched and they bled. Applying the touch of the blade throughout the dance, however, deepened the wounds. And as she strutted about the chamber, exaggerating poses and movements, her dance served to widen the cuts.
The demon started to spasm and the sorceress knew it would not be long....
She started crumpled atop the floor. She raised an arm with a fan, twisting and turning as her limb limp appeared to grow out of her body. She pressed her face against her arm, looking away into the recess of the dungeon. She spread her legs, crouching. She arched her back, shivering. Like a flower growing out of the ground she arose. Fluttering backward. Waving randomly. She folded a fan back into a rigid, long shape and shoved it into her sex.
Gasping! Biting a lip to quell a tear! She rammed the fan into and out of her vagina. She shrieked - at last - unable to stifle the pain of the cutting. She spread her legs while riding the fan. She bucked her hips while slicing deeper and deeper into her flesh. Blood, masked by the lack of light into a color akin to water, smeared down the length of her fan, gushed the fingers of her hand, splattered against the ground....
The sight of what he thought was Kagura spurred into orgasm was too much. Naraku, breathlessly, shouted. His rhythm cracked as his body stammered. A wad of white flew through the void and hit the floor. Then another and another followed - an arc of semen could be seen momentarily.
Kagura slumped onto her knees exhausted by the lack of blood and tormented by pain - the lips of her sex dangled tendrils of flesh as if a monster chewed the flesh.
"Naraku!" she shouted. "You'll never be free of this! I promise you, monster, you'll never cum again without seeing this!"
The demon, exhausted by that volcanic ejaculation, gazed at the woman as if watching a vision....
Without hesitation Kagura folded that second fan. She jammed its tip into her cheek under he ear. Tearing. Crying. Shrieking. She forced the bluntness of that blade through the flesh until it reached the corner of her mouth. Then, again without hesitation, she repeated the torture at the other side of her face.
Naraku - those parts of the demon that retained the identity of a human - gasped horrified by the visage that appeared. Where there used to be a face there was now a grimace too hideous to be real. An elongated smile, complete with teeth, dripping with blood. He tried to cover his eyes but it was too late, too late, that image was burning into his brain. But it was not the sight of it that affected him it was the shock of it. He was not prepared to see it....
And then, with her last breath of life, Kagura stabbed the two fans deep into her neck - a fountain of blood ejaculated out of the wound - and she rushed and she fell atop of Naraku, dying face pressed to face in front of the monster.
END