InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Puberty Hit Me...Hard ❯ Love and Pain ( Chapter 1 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Shikari? Shikari, Master Naraku is looking for you," a female called, stepping into a dark room. A young teenaged girl was sitting on a bed with her knees drawn up to her chest and a blank expression in her dull, beige eyes. Her striking young face was framed with long dark hair and bore a profoundly miserable expression. She seemed to be lost in troubling thoughts as she ignored the calls of the other. The older girl stood in the doorway, watching the younger girl with increasing concern. "Shikari?"


"Huh? Oh, Tae…yes, what is it?" the young girl asked, coming out of her stupor and bringing her pale eyes to the girl at the door.


"Is everything alright?" the woman named Tae asked, and the girl nodded her head, a false smile on her face.


"Oh, yeah! Everything’s great! Couldn’t be better! Did you want something? Did I forget to do another chore again?"


"No…Master Naraku is looking for you, Shikari. He requests your presence immediately."


Shikari’s heart sank, and a terrified expression stole across her face. "O-oh," she stuttered, beginning to tremble. "T-tell him I-I’ll be right there, T-Tae…"


"Alright. Are you sure everything’s ok?"


"Y-yeah…as ok as it gets."


Tae nodded and walked out of Shikari’s room. Shikari buried her face in her hands and moaned into them, shaking. "It’s not night yet!" she whispered into them, and then pulled them back to wipe the gathering tears. She got out of her bed and slowly walked to Naraku’s room, trying to delay the inevitable with a horrible sinking feeling in her stomach. A feeling of despair.


Much too soon, she found herself standing in front of the door of the place she dreaded most in the entire castle. She came to associate the place with immense pain and suffering. She hesitantly and reluctantly raised a hand and knocked at his door, his cold voice responding almost immediately, "Who is it?"


"M-master Naraku, it’s Shikari," she spoke, her voice faltering. She could almost hear him smirk through the door.


"Enter…"


She slid open his door and stepped inside, the feeling of dread in her stomach worsening as she avoided his gaze. "Tae said that you wanted to see me, sir?"


"Yes. Close the door." She swallowed hard and did as she was told, keeping her back to him. She heard a deep chuckle, and then Naraku’s body pressed against hers, with his arms wrapping his way around her. "What took you so long to get here?" he murmured in her ear, and she turned away from him.


"I…I…" she couldn’t think of anything to say, let alone an excuse to give him that he might have been satisfied with. He began to kiss her neck, his embrace bringing her closer to him as his arousal awakened. Her heart began hammering in her chest as she fought back hot tears that threatened to blur her vision and give away her weakening composure. "It’s not night," she said desperately, and his hands strayed away to wander her body, finally resting upon her breasts.


"I know," he growled, giving them a light squeeze, "but I couldn’t wait. I want you now, Shikari." His hand traveled down to between her legs, and he began to rub her through her kimono to rouse her as well.


"Ahh! No, stop!" she cried, trying to push his hand away. She succeeded and squirmed out of his grasp, panting slightly. She stared wide-eyed at him before shrinking away from him to put much needed distance between them both. He had a lustful glint in his eyes, and she knew no amount of struggling would deter him from having his way with her. She always knew.


He slowly walked over to her until she was against a wall, cornered. "Shikari, don’t be difficult. That only leads to your pain, and we don’t want that, now do we?"


"There wouldn’t be any pain if you would do this with someone else other than me," she whispered, and he closed the little space between their bodies.


"There wouldn’t be any pain if you didn’t struggle against me," was his reply. He kissed her roughly, and it always angered him that she never responded to him when he kissed her, instead giving out muffled protests and renewing her struggle against him. His hands traveled down her sides and onto her hips, resting on her rear. She whimpered in the kiss and tried to remove his grip, but she was unable to. He began unfastening her kimono’s obi, letting it fall to the ground as well as her floral patterned lavender kimono. He pulled back and his hands found their favorite resting place, her breasts. He loved how they gave softly underneath his hold, how they were like two pillows to toy with, but he mostly loved how he was able to manipulate the soft flesh.


"M-master Naraku, please…" came Shikari’s pleading whisper. His eyes slid closed. He wished that once, she would say that and mean for him to continue, that she was enjoying it, instead of her asking him to stop and begging him to leave her be for the night. He sighed. Why couldn’t he just love her body, and not her? So what if she was young? She had just recently turned fourteen, he knew, but there was no telling how long she had been alive was since she was a demon. A beautiful demon. A beautiful demon he loved.


He lowered his face to her breasts and took a nipple into his mouth, sucking as he kneaded the other breast with his free hand. Shikari’s hands where on his broad shoulders, trying to push him away, but to no avail. His tongue made wet circles around her hard nipple, and he groaned, quickly approaching his peak. He pulled back, panting, his cold eyes dull and hazy with lust. He picked her up and quickly brought her over to the bed, placing her on the edge of the bed. He swiftly discarded his garments and made a mental note to not wear so many the next time. He dropped to his knees and stared at her, holding onto her ankles tightly so that she wouldn’t have chance to escape. He brought his gaze to her essence, the temporary home for his aroused member when the time was right. Until then…


“Master Naraku, no!" Shikari gasped, sitting up quickly and trying her best to get away from him. He held her fast and continued with his task; licking, nibbling, biting, and letting his deep voice reverberate against her to create vibrations against her super sensitive flesh. He felt her tense up, fighting the urge to moan, and he sighed, making her arch and try desperately to escape his grasp. She kicked against him and tried to twist away while demanding urgently, "Noooo…stop it!"


His tongue snaked its way into her, and she stiffened, her breathing quick and irregular. She had given up trying to escape him and tried to focus her attention elsewhere, but it was hard. Why did this happen to her? What had she done to deserve such a fate?


He finally pulled back, his member now painfully hard and needing release as she lay on the bed, a light sheen on perspiration making her body glisten. His hands moved smoothly up her legs to lock underneath her knees, and he pulled her to him. He aligned the head of his member to her and she tensed up again, but not from refraining excitement. This time, it was out of fear.


He entered swiftly with a groan of longing, while she withheld a shriek of pain difficultly. Naraku panted and kept his grip on her knees as he pulled himself out and pushed back in, making Shikari wince. This rhythm continued until Naraku lost control, going as quickly as he could and pushing himself in as deep as he could go. Tears began streaming out of Shikari’s tightly closed eyes as she breathed harshly through her bared teeth, trying to shut out the pain. She wanted so much to sob in anguish, to wail in shame, but pride made her bite back her tormented cries. He lifted her knee up to get deeper and Shikari cried out in pain, not expecting the sudden deeper penetration and hoping he was nearing his release.


"Sh…Shi…Shikari…" he groaned, his wavy tresses creating a curtain around them as he leaned forward, his eyes shut tightly. "You…you always feel so tight..." he hissed through clenched teeth.


She felt him throb inside her, and let her breath out harshly in relief. He was almost there. She clenched her muscles around him as best she could and felt something warm fill her, and Naraku shuddered, his breathing ragged. His strength sapped and the yearning for the pleasure of her body subsided, Naraku collapsed onto her chest as she whimpered in relief, glad that it was finally over.


He quickly fell asleep and Shikari wiggled out from underneath him. She gathered her abandoned kimono and pulled it on, limping out of his room and into the bath room. She discarded the kimono she was wearing, which happened to be her favorite, and burned it, as it had his scent all over it and she could not stand his scent being on anything that had belonged to her. She walked into the hot water of the bath and sat down, letting the water wash out what Naraku had just deposited. She drew her knees to her chest and cried.