InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Learning Love... ❯ Claiming My Possession ( Chapter 1 )

The futon was bathed in golden sunlight, illuminating the form within the pale orchid silken sheets. The nude form glowed with a soft purplish-white light. The light seemed to flow from the glowing orb between two soft dark pink peaked rounded mounds of pale flesh. Dark blue-black hair cascaded over the white shoulders and tickled the delicate flesh.

The frail female form turned from the sun and stretched the length of the futon. Wiry muscles, made that way from long hours of walking, running, and fighting played beneath her skin in a sensual dance. Slowly she rolled from the silk clad futon. As she stood sunlight reflected off of glowing blue-violet irises. She looked around her room in wonder.

Pale sunlight washed the room in a golden haze. The room was elegant and beautiful. The walls and furniture were carved with depictions of natural beauty. The room gave the feel of being deep within an ancient forest. Peace flooded over the girl as she turned to look at herself in the full length mirror.

As Kagome starred at her reflection, she raised a hand to touch the Shikon in her breast. She could feel its power and knew what she was now bound to. A single tear escaped her eye and rolled down her cheek. As its iridescent form dropped from her skin it turned into a perfect teardrop shaped blue diamond. It tinkled softly on the hard wood beneath her feet. Kagome raised her head in defiance and let her eyes bore into her reflection's eyes.

She turned from the mirror and opened the wardrobe. She sighed as she looked at the clothing within. Kagome knew she could no longer fight her destiny. She was the Shikon no Tama and it was her. She was now the `possession' of her hated enemy. She knew if she fought him her own body would rebel with pain for disobeying the wish. He wanted to enjoy his beautiful possession in peace, without interference. She wondered if he had any idea what he had gotten by his wish.

Kagome sighed and pulled out a dark violet silken garment. She then pulled on a pair of lacy black panties and began to dress. When she finished she looked at herself in the mirror and watched as she flushed with shame and anger. The figure that met her eyes was clad in very revealing `clothing'. Dark violet silk wrapped behind her neck, crossed under her throat, and went as two strips of cloth over her breasts to tie behind her back. This caused her soft mounds to be partially visible, showed off the glowing Shikon jewel and left her tummy bare. At her waist was a skirt which came down her legs to the floor, but it was slitted open up the sides so that the bottom of her black lace panties could be see at her hips. She sighed in defeat and simply started to brush her hair.

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Naraku's graceful steps took him out into the hallway. The corridor was dark mahogany wood with artfully carved frescos in the walls. They told stories of pain, lust, death, betrayal, and hope even as they depicted the darkest of human emotion. Naraku paused to look at a particularly violent and obscene panel. There was a young woman shown in the heart of a beautiful clearing, she was perhaps newly a woman. She was being violated by a group of six soldiers while one man was being held in place by three others and forced to watch. The carving was so life like Naraku could almost feel the woman's terror, the man's anger and pain, and the soldiers' lust. Naraku felt himself actually harden with lust as his eyes took in the seen of violation.

The youkai reached out a claw and sensuously ran his hand over the panel. The wood was smooth and warm under his finger tips. His sensitive flesh felt the mounds carefully carved with hard little nipples. He ran his hand over the diminutive female figure and closed his eyes. He felt a current of energy flow through him and saw the scene play out in his mind's eye. He felt the hot flesh of the innocent female beneath his body and smelled her tears and blood. He reveled in her pain and fear. He relished the desperation in the man's voice behind him. He ordered the man's death and adored the taste of his blood as it splattered on the naked body beneath him; he lapped it from her taunt nipple.

Naraku forced his eyes open and pulled his claw from the panel. His crimson eyes widened in shock as he saw that the figures had changed. There was now a man who looked like him licking at the woman's breast as he stole her innocence. The man who had been restrained now lay on the ground in a pool of blood with his head resting about a foot away. The soldiers were exiting the clearing. Naraku shuddered slightly, not in fear but in wonder.

He turned from the panel and stepped to the door with the scent of lavender and roses surrounding it. The door was dark stained red wood carefully carved with flowers. There was no darkness in its beauty and Naraku felt it was out of place, yet somehow he knew this was how it needed to be. He placed a clawed hand on the door's ornate brass handle and pushed it open. His breath actually caught momentarily in his throat.

He looked at the blue highlighted raven haired goddess before him. She was surrounded by light purplish-blue energy and her form was hazy in the golden diffuse sunlight. The dark violet silk that barely covered the most private parts of her body caused her already softly glowing eyes to brighten with a darkness that was similar to the color of the tainted Shikon no Tama. Naraku's eyes drank in the vision before him and his loins tightened. He had never felt this type of lust and need, not even when Onigumo had still been a part of him had he felt it this intensely.

She was diminutive in size and form. Her body was perfectly sculpted as the new made woman with soft perky breasts partially visible under the dark silk. Her nipples poked out of the sheer cloth and reminded Naraku of how good the ones on the fresco had felt. Her eyes were filled with a fire that contrasted with the frailness of her appearance. She bowed her head slightly and her voice carried to his ears in a velvet caress. "I am yours to command, Naraku-sama."

He looked at her and commanded, "Explain to me what has happened."

Her head lifted from its stiff bow and her heart and eyes filled with hatred. After a moment it was gone as pain lanced her soul. She was no longer allowed to indulge in hatred, she belonged to him. He noticed the hate and pain before she was still again. "You wished to possess the Shikon no Tama without interference from anything. You desired to enjoy the dark beauty that is akin to your own soul and be surrounded by it without having enemies who wished for your destruction. Your wish has been granted in such a way that the human heart of the Shikon is not caused such pain that her soul breaks."

"What do you mean, exactly, by the human heart of the Shikon?"
"I am the Shikon no Tama and I am also Kagome, the human miko who was born with the jewel inside her body."

"So the jewel cannot be separated from your body again?"

"No, any attempt to do so will result in the destruction of the one who tries to do so. Care to make the attempt?" She said the last tauntingly and doubled over in pain.

He raised an eyebrow at her. "Why are you in pain?"

Her breathing leveled out, "Because my emotions and desires can lead to interference of your wish, the power of the wish causes me pain in order to prevent me from causing you problems."

"So if you try to act on your anger or hatred you will be in pain? You cannot fight me in any way without it causing you the agony I saw in your eyes a moment ago?"
"Hai, Naraku-sama," she straightened back up as the pain ended completely. The doubling over caused her right breast to fall partially out of the silk and Naraku saw a hard pink nipple peeking out of the side of her covering.

A smile flitted across his face, it was truly evil. An eye blink later he had her pinned to the futon. Fear sparkled in her eyes as he hovered over her. The sudden movement caused the silk to untie and was no longer binding her breasts at all. He reached a claw and pulled the silken sash away from her prone form. The breasts' soft rounded mounds sported hard little nipples that begged to be tortured with his mouth. His ruby irises clouded with lust and his lips crushed hers. She struggled and then whimpered in pain that had nothing to do with his ministrations.

He took advantage of her whimper and gasp of agony to slip his tongue into her mouth. He plundered and relished his newfound treasure. His claw started to fondle her right breast as he pushed his arousal against her leg. She stopped struggling and the pain eased as he finally broke away from the kiss to give her air. He starred deeply into pain filled violet-blue eyes that glowed with a dark icy fire. "So you are mine to enjoy however I chose………hm?"

She looked up into lustful blood colored eyes. She felt the tears form at the corners of her eyes and closed them tightly. "Hai Naraku-sama," she whispered quietly in a hushed fearful voice. The tears rolled from her face and landed in the soft silky sheets, becoming vibrant tear shaped rubies. She laid there letting the tears squeeze out of her eyes and become tear shaped rubies, red spinals, and garnets.

Naraku moved to straddle her. His bulge rested against her crotch as his legs pinned hers together under him. His claw plucked one of the tear shaped gems from the sheet. He looked at its perfect clarity and flawless facets. It was as beautiful in its simplicity as the glowing violet Shikon nestled between the young breasts which still taunted his senses. "Why are your tears becoming gems?"

She opened her eyes to look at the cold cruel evil handsome god straddling her. He seemed engrossed with the small gem in his fingers. She spoke quietly, "Because I am no longer entirely human. I am now partially jewel-like. My blood will become rubies, my tears gemstones the color of my emotions, my hair onyx, my nails opals; every part of me will become some type of gemstone when it is no longer a part of me."

"Will these stones fade away after a time or are they permanently real?"

"Unless their existence displeases you, they will remain for ever."

"My will now has that type of power?"

"Only where the Shikon no Tama is concerned, it will continue to fulfill your wish based on what it sees in your fractured heart as the most prevalent emotion."

"What do you mean my fractured heart?!" He snarled at her and pinned her with his face inches from her own. His eyes burned with fury.

Kagome screamed in agony as the Shikon became a fiery red orb. Her body convulsed, sending Naraku to the floor with its power. The perfect body continued to convulse in pain as welts appeared on her body, spilling blood into the sheets. The blood quickly coalesced into rubies and tears fell from terror pain filled eyes. They became dark black obsidian and white diamonds. She continued to scream in agony as the welts became deeper and dark violet black bruises appeared on her body.

Naraku watched with stunned eyes as her perfect flesh was marred. He couldn't comprehend the agony she was screaming. He had wanted her to scream in agony and fear for daring to call him fractured, but as he watched his heart began to ache. Her pain and her terror bit into his being and he wanted the pain to stop; he wanted her tears to stop flowing; he wanted her flesh to be unmarred perfection again. As the desire fully formed in his mind and heart Kagome's convulsions stopped.

She continued to whimper as the welts and cuts healed before Naraku's burning red eyes. He watched as the dark bruises faded away to pale flawless skin. After about three minutes of healing she was an unblemished angel again. The Shikon returned to its light blue-violet color. Her breath was still jagged as she panted the rest of her pain away. "Gomen, Naraku-sama," she whispered as sapphire tears joined the other gems on the bed.

Naraku was quivering; he had no idea what just happened. He looked at his treasure surrounded by the jewels which were beautiful reminders of the pain she had been in. He moved back to the bed and bent over her half nude prone form. His ebony hair cascaded over his shoulder and draped across her body as he looked into her taunt features. "What just happened?"

Her eyes opened and she looked into crimson eyes that for one moment were filled with concern. She watched his lips move as he asked the question, fearful her answer would enrage him again. "You wished me pain and the Shikon granted it." Her whisper was so low only a Youkai's hearing could catch it. Kagome wasn't sure what emotion passed through his eyes as he heard this, but she was glad it wasn't anger.

Naraku's claw moved to gently caress Kagome's face. He looked deeply into the glowing violet tinted sapphire jewels. "Gomen, Kagome," he whispered and moved to kiss her with gentle restrained passion. The gentleness caught her off guard and she gasped in surprise. He slipped his tongue in at that opportunity. She was even sweeter and he caressed her nipple with a tender claw.

Kagome's body responded against her will. She found herself kissing him back as she moaned quietly under his touch. As his lips moved from her lips to her throat Kagome's hands wrapped themselves in his silky obsidian tresses. His mouth continued to move down her body until a taunt pink nipple was captured between his murderous teeth. He bit with enough force to cause a gasp of pleasurable pain to escape Kagome's lips. He then lashed the delectable flesh with his tongue causing rivers of fire to pool in Kagome's loins.

Kagome realized that the jewel had released her mind and her will. The pleasure spreading through her body now had nothing to do with the jewel. The fire of ecstasy that flooded her senses was completely caused by the youkai who had her tender sensitive skin at the mercy of his unmerciful fangs. She moaned under his torturous care. She was reveling in the pleasures of her body and enjoyed the soft silkiness running through her fingers.

Naraku lapped up the small drop of blood that he drew from her nipple before it became a gem. It was sweeter than any honeyed nectar created by nature. His need strained against his pants. He switched breasts, he needed to consume her. This nipple he bit into hard and she screamed with pain. He lapped up the blood and as he did so she moaned in ecstasy. He wanted her to feel pleasure even from the most painful things he may do to her. He wanted her pleasure and he wanted her to know her pain was his to give and take away.

The sharp agony at her breast when he bit became unbearable pleasure. Kagome knew the Shikon was granting this. She could almost feel his controlling thoughts. She knew then that he relished the idea of her pain being his to command. She felt the ministrations leave her breasts as he licked down her tummy to the top of her skirt. She felt him claw it off. Rivers of pleasurable pain were left in the wake of his callous claw. His lips and tongue were soon lashing the wounds which did not hurt. Kagome continued to moan in pleasure. She felt his desire to hear his name fall from her lips in yearning. She knew she would be compelled and so she moaned out his name before the jewel stole her will again.

Naraku loved the taste of her blood. It was an aphrodisiac that he really didn't need but gladly drank up. When she moaned his name he growled with primitive pleasure. Her scent, just inches from his face was driving him crazy. Lightening quick, he attacked her inviting folds. His teeth found her pulsating nub as his tongue plundered the sweet depths of her innocence. He lapped the sweet nectar as he inserted a finger. His claw nicked through her maidenhead and blood ran down his finger. She cried out in pain. He withdrew his finger and started licking the blood from the offending appendage as Kagome starred at him. Then his head lowered and he lapped at the bloody nectar that still flowed from her depths.

Naraku was once again drawing pleasurable moans from her with his tongue and teeth. He unclothed himself as he continued his pleasant torment of her body. He drew away from her and moved to hover over her. He looked down into feverishly dark violet-blue orbs clouded with the same lust that burned in his veins. He swiftly plunged into her and her moan was pure pleasure. He partially withdrew and plunged in again.

Part of Naraku's awareness remembered the lust and sensations when he'd been drawn into the wooden panel. This drove him into a frenzied passion. He started going faster as he leaned down nipping her nipples. He drew blood with his fangs and lapped it greedily with his whipping tongue. His lust was not being sated, his desire was being fueled. He continued to steal her innocence, to plunder to body. His growls of pleasure and possessiveness mingled with her cries and moans of masochistic pleasure.

Kagome knew that what he was doing to her was changing her perceptions of pleasure and pain. She knew that the jewel was changing her into what he desired while not destroying what she was. She could feel the channels for pain within her body becoming channels for pleasure. She could feel the drinking of blood from her small wounds becoming a fetish for him and a source of delight for her. She hated and loved what was becoming of her body, her senses, and her soul. She knew that while she was not being tainted by evil, she was becoming primal.

Naraku finally reached his peak as he continued to pillage his treasure. His need released inside her with a force that caused his entire body to shudder. He then lay atop her. Their sweat mingled for a moment before hers became tiny dew drop sized diamonds and opals. He wanted the uncomfortable jewels to not be under them and felt them move. A moment later hundreds of perfect gemstones tinkled against the hard wood floor. He rolled off her and pulled her un-restraining body against his. He was vaguely aware of the reds and oranges of the setting sun reflecting off the mountains within which his new fortress was nestled.

Kagome let him draw her to him and felt strangely safe in his arms. She snuggled close to his chest and felt his arms tighten possessively around her. She let herself wonder how an entire day could pass without her becoming hungry. Then she remembered, she was now completely one with the Shikon no Tama. She was as unchanging as a flawless gemstone unless her master wished otherwise. And just like a gemstone, she was without a need to eat or drink. Sleep claimed her around the same time her master entered true slumber.