InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ InuRomp ❯ Black Widow ( Chapter 5 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Inu Hanyou Nikkie 
Won Third Place at the LJ Comm InuRomp.
Pairing: Kikyou/Naraku
WARNING: Dark Drabble! Contains subject matter that may upset some readers.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Vignette | Uploaded On: 03.10.2009 | Pages: 1 | Words: 678 | Visits: 1.8K | Status: Completed
Won Third Place at the LJ Comm InuRomp.
Pairing: Kikyou/Naraku
WARNING: Dark Drabble! Contains subject matter that may upset some readers.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Vignette | Uploaded On: 03.10.2009 | Pages: 1 | Words: 678 | Visits: 1.8K | Status: Completed
Black Widow
Title: Black Widow
Author: Inu Hanyou Nikkie
Author: Inu Hanyou Nikkie
Pairing/Characters: Kikyou/Naraku
Rating: R-MA
Genre: Canon,
Words: 300
Summary: A meeting between two who are like the spider and the prey. Only who is the true spider?
Warnings: violent sex implications. Tentacle sex. Blood play. Mention of soul-rape. Dark Kikyou
Rating: R-MA
Genre: Canon,
Words: 300
Summary: A meeting between two who are like the spider and the prey. Only who is the true spider?
Warnings: violent sex implications. Tentacle sex. Blood play. Mention of soul-rape. Dark Kikyou
Disclaimer : I do not own nor make any monies off of Inuyasha and the gang. No, that pleasure completely belongs to the Goddess Rumiko Takahashi, Shounen Sunday, VIZ. I am only using them for pure entertainment value only.
Black Widow
I can feel your tentacles as it slithers up my hakama, stopping to stroke at my ankles before the tips sharpen and cut the skin. I groan lowly but do nothing to stop your advances. I pray to the Kamis that the worthless dog will not interfere this time.
Gentle? Tenderness? Love? Lover's caresses? These things make me sick. I despise having to be the gentle one, the loving miko-saviour when I want to bleed. When I want to be hurt. When the only time I want to scream a name is when I'm in agony. Same for you, my most hated enemy. You yearn to scream my name in torment and not passion.
I have never been happier to be `reborn' in this clay shell. Free. So free to feel the way I want, to be the way I want. . . .
Your tentacles have entered my hakama through the side slits and my haori now and I can feel them coiling, slithering, slipping and sliding against my body. The spell we use everytime we meet allows for my body to be of flesh and blood for a day. But that is enough for us. . . for now. . . to feed our deepest and darkest lusts.
I tremble as I await for when you will violate me with your tentacles even as you yank me down onto your cock which you transform into a thick tentacle with offshoots. These writhing tentacles all pumping in and out of my drenched, soaking pussy at different speeds and violent motions. I curse my feeble body for not being demon enough for you. Only the feel of hot blood flowing that can ease that disappointment, even as I rape your blackened, shriveled soul to rip those throat-tearing screams from you.