InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Secret Embrace ❯ Secret Embrace ( Chapter 1 )

This is my first fanfic EVER so, if you please, review. Constructive criticism is welcome but please, no “This sux!” or any other such insults, they don't help. I would be thrilled if you could please report any mistakes you spot or, if you want to give advice, feel free.

This story is made entirely of lemony goodness so, if that type of thing offends you, do not read it. You have been warned.

Disclaimer: I am sad to say that I do not own Inuyasha or any of the magnificent characters featured on it… otherwise Sesshomaru and Naraku would be my bed slaves.

Anyways, I'm getting rather hungry so on with the lemon…

:Secret Embrace:

Shivering, cold and alone, Kagome huddled further into her sleeping bag, hoping the weather would improve. She couldn't understand it. One moment she had been right behind Sango, the older girl's signature Hiraikotsui unmistakable, even through the driving rain. She had turned around for, at the very most, four seconds. When she turned back, however, they were gone, leaving her alone and unprotected. She felt so incredibly stupid for not having kept up. Had it not been raining, Inuyasha would have surely found her by now. Hell, had it not been raining, she wouldn't have gotten lost in the first place.

Yet here she was, curled up in her slightly damp sleeping roll under a massive oak tree, using the lush foliage as a shelter of sorts. The rain had calmed to a light drizzle, but thunder still resounded in the distance. She whimpered as yet another load `crack' echoed through the tiny thicket she had made camp in. Closing her eyes, she prayed to any god that may have been listening that she would make it through the night without getting attacked. She knew that Inuyasha, being a hanyou, could not pick up scents as well as a full demon could, meaning it would be impossible for him to find her in a rainstorm. Her scent had been washed away, along with everything else. It was possible that, if they were still traveling, they might not have even realized her absence yet.

Feeling a familiar tickle in her nose, she covered her face just as she let out a small sneeze. Grumbling to herself, she yanked the covers of the sleeping bag up to her chin, teeth chattering. She had to be careful tonight. With no Inuyasha or Sango or Miroku to look out for her, she was vulnerable.

Growling, she became extremely irritated with the lace contraption binding her breasts and decided to rid herself of it, if only for the night. Unsnapping her bra, she slid it off and tucked it into her backpack, which rested only a foot or so away. Then, having been freed of the annoying sensation of being jabbed by support wire, she was able to get comfortable.

The continuous sound of the rain pitter pattering lulled her into a relaxed, limp state. Her body slowly gave way to its exhaustion and she slipped into a dreamless sleep, oblivious to just how close to danger she truly was.

Approaching her slumbering form, the lone figure came to stand beside her, admiring her peaceful, angelic face. After a moment of taking in her still, prone form, he moved to sit at the base of the large oak she was resting under. Looking down at the top of her head, which was facing him, he growled softly, lifting his right hand to address the little black spider atop it. “Lovely isn't she?” he commented softly, a hint of lust lacing his rich, silky voice. The little arachnid scurried impatiently about his hand, darting to the tip of his finger as he lowered it to the ground.

Blood red eyes watched as hundreds of his tiny eight legged minions poured out of the ground, all scampering toward the sleeping beauty lying only a few feet from him. Slowly they crawled up onto her sleeping bag, one by one skittering inside to prickle her flesh.

Grumbling as the tickling sensation grew; Kagome lifted her hand to itch her shoulder. When her fingers touched something small and mobile, her eyes slowly worked themselves open, pausing for a moment as the haze cleared. Looking to the source of her itch, she lifted her sleeping bag cover and blanched. There, inside the tiny space of her sleeping roll, were hundreds upon hundreds of spiders. The small, black arachnids scurried over her body, covering every inch of her below the neck.

Catapulting herself from her roll, she screamed and swatted the little offenders off, writhing as she scooted backward in an attempt to escape their mini attack. When a pair of large, warm hands gripped her arms, however, she froze. Before she could even turn her head to find out just what was grabbing her, she was hauled onto something soft and fuzzy. When she glanced down to discover what she was currently seated upon, she found white fur cushioning her bottom, draped over a pair of crossed, unmistakably male legs.

Gulping, she prayed that it wasn't him. She didn't know of any other with such fur, and could only hope that when she turned around, she wouldn't find a blue baboon skull staring back at her. Still shivering, she tilted her head to the side to find a pair of eerie hollows leering at her. Behind them, a set of crimson eyes watched her with a disturbing calm. Flinging her head back to the front, she sobbed once, not wanting to believe what was happening.

Snickering as she began to quake against him, Naraku lifted a single finger, snaking it slowly around her shoulder and up her neck to her chin, where he placed it firmly beneath her jaw and turned her face back to his. When her frightened, dazzling blue orbs were forced upon his, he whispered lowly, “Hello, Kagome.”

The tears came. Like a damn breaking they streamed down her face as she could do naught but stare into the face of the man who would surely kill her in but a few moments time. While his one lethal, clawed hand was wrapped firmly around her arm, the other rested so very close to her delicate windpipe.

Clucking his tongue, he wiped her tears away and cooed, “Why so sad, little one? I bid you no harm.” When her crying did not cease, he pulled his hand back, using it to brush the gruesome baboon mask from his handsome face.

Stilling completely, Kagome gazed into the face of the man who haunted her nightmares, mortified to think of what sick fate he had in store for her. He had said he meant her no harm, but she wasn't about to place her trust in him. His strong jaw was set firmly, yet his lips were turned up into an all too friendly smirk. She leaned as far away as his vice like grip would allow as he lowered his face into the crook of her neck and inhaled deeply. Giving a satisfied groan he pulled back, exhaling slowly as if to savor her scent. What on earth was he doing?

It was at that instant that she realized her hands, which had been bunched tightly at her sides, were now behind her back, tied together. The material that bound her wrists was much finer than any rope, yet stronger. It was almost like… a spider web. Spider silk. Shuddering, she tipped her head downward, her bangs hanging limply before her eyes.

Wrapping an arm around her torso, he extracted his hold on her arm and began to play with a thick lock of her raven tresses. Brushing it against his cheek, he sniffed the silky strands of hair, reveling in the sweet aroma they gave off. Dropping the few, meager pieces, he buried his face into her flowing mane, breathing deeply through his nostrils to take in as much of her delicious scent as he could. Exhaling in a shaky whoosh of breath, he licked his lips and placed his chin atop her dainty head.

Sucking in a shaky breath, Kagome managed to choke out through her broken sobs, “What… do y-you want with m-me?”

Chuckling, he absentmindedly stroked her hair, running his fingers between the silky strands as he responded, “I'm here to see you, my dear.” She shuddered and he pressed his lips to her cheek, snickering as she jerked away from him. “Now, now, what kind of way is that to treat an admirer? I came all this way to be with you, koi, and you shy away from me? That's not very nice of you,” he cooed.

“P-please leave me alone,” she begged, lower lip trembling as she felt his claws graze the tender skin along the back of her neck.

Sighing, Naraku admitted, “I can't do that. You see as of late I have found myself thoroughly distracted by someone. She is very beautiful, this girl, very kind hearted and pure… so deliciously pure. The mere thought of her makes my skin tremble. It's rather bothersome, to be distracted in such ways. So, in order to rid myself of such incommodious diversions, this Naraku must have a taste of what he craves. Do you understand now, miko, as to why I cannot simply leave you alone?” His hands had abandoned her hair, now casually skimming up and down her arms.

She did not respond for a while, simply sitting in his lap and quivering in fear. Finally, after building up enough courage and hoping that, by some small thread of luck, he wasn't referring to her, she mumbled, “What d-do you intend to do… to this girl?”

Smirking, Naraku moved one hand to the bottom of her shirt, trailing it up her flat stomach to rest on the underside of one of her full, perky breasts. Cupping the soft mound, he began to knead it, strumming her taut nipple. He snickered when he felt it pucker more, growing hard and sensitive under his administrations.

Whimpering as she felt him fondle her sensitive, taut flesh, she tried her best not to lash out or do anything that would incur his wrath. Another part of her was bent on pushing back the unwanted feeling that began to build in the pit of her stomach, a feeling that was disgustingly pleasing. Though her mind rejected his touch, her young, virgin body was acting quite the opposite, responding to all of his seductive caresses.

Trailing his tongue along her cheek, Naraku dipped his other hand to her inner thigh, scraping his claws along the tender flesh of her leg before sliding it up her skirt. When he felt an odd piece of cloth covering her center, he huffed in annoyance before brushing it aside and prodding at her surprisingly wet folds. His fingertips glided along her moistened lips a few times before dipping in to locate her hidden jewel. Finding what he sought, he toyed with the aching pearl, rubbing small circles over it until she was bucking into his hand.

Kissing her temple, he trailed his lips down the column of her pale neck until he reached her shoulder, where he nipped at the milky skin until it turned a light shade of red. “This Naraku intends to show the girl exactly what she does to him. He intends to make her feel exactly how he does whenever she is near.”

The rain had stopped, though the nights chill was only now setting in. Her rouge tinted, sensitive flesh constricted, and she sucked in a heaving breath as her lungs seemed to clench. Suffocating… she was suffocating in a sea of sensations to the likes of which she had never felt before.

Writhing pathetically against him, she attempted to flee from his sensual touch. Her efforts, however, were in vein as the hand that was currently fondling her breasts pressed her back into him, holding her still while he made her squirm.

Knowing she could not escape him by means of strength, she resorted to crying out for help. Her pleas were quickly silenced when his hand shot up with incredible speed to clamp over her mouth. She felt his lips pull back into a grin from their spot on her shoulder and shuddered.

“Ah, ah, ah, little one,” he scolded her, flicking his tongue across her pulse, “We can't have anyone interrupting us, now can we?”

“Please,” she whispered as he removed his hand from her lips, “Please, this can't happen. We're enemies.”

Chuckling, he tilted her chin towards him, hovering only centimeters from her lips. “All's fair in love and war, kitten,” he purred before pressing his mouth to hers in a scalding kiss. His tongue was relentless, plundering her sweet, uncharted depths with much vigor. Her supple, pliant lips molded against is own with such perfection, such precision he pondered if perhaps their union was meant to be. It was the way of all things, it seemed. Good and bad, light and darkness, order and chaos… in the end, they all seemed to come together. Thus would be the case in this affair.

When he pulled away, Kagome couldn't help the feeling that crept over her. She felt cold… frighteningly cold. It was curious, since she'd always pictured Naraku to be the epitome of cold. The man was like a humanoid icicle, rigid and frosty. Yet, at the same time, he was burning hot, filled with heated rage and a blistering temper.

What had surprised her about the entire thing was how absolutely searing his touch was. She was becoming more and more feverish with every one of his caresses. When his lips had splashed across her in a kiss that could only be described as incredible, her body had heated up to the point where she broke out in a cold sweat. Even now small beads of perspiration dappled her face, shimmering like liquid diamonds in the small slivers of moonlight that penetrated the dissipating clouds.

Smelling her arousal and hesitation, Naraku resumed his attentions to her breasts, planning on making her wriggle in want beneath him that very night… or possibly above him… which ever position he wished to test. The fingers of his left hand, which were busying themselves with the task of flicking her swollen nub, were coated in a light sheen of her tantalizing nectar. Lifting them from between her legs, he held them up in front of her face, displaying his small victory to her watery blue depths.

Mewing in shame and embarrassment, she turned her head away, trying to avoid the cruel truth of her current situation. His hand, however, mimicked her movements, trailing along with her head motions, always remaining in sight. Instead of continuing her fruitless exertions, she clamped her eyes closed, hoping to heaven that he would cease in his little game. Much to her horror, instead of seeing the proof of her attraction to him, she felt it, pressing against her lips in its malicious and spiteful truth. Eyes flying open, she yanked her face away from the unwanted yet yearned for touch.

Her head swam with confusing waves of emotion; one small part of her still wanting it to end while the majority craved more.

Snickering, Naraku brought his fingers to his mouth, locking eyes with the raven haired delicacy in his lap. Making sure he retained her attention, he lapped the delightful substance from the pads of his fingers, licking his lips afterwards to savor every bit of her miraculous flavor. Her pure, untainted tang was unimaginable, sweeter than the freshest of honey. His tongue danced with this new found discovery, crying out in a silent plea for more.

`Soon,' he chastised himself, `very soon we will be able to taste her… feel her all around us. She will smell of us, yes, carry the scent of this Naraku.'

He noted with no small amount of pleasure that her cerulean orbs flickered with mortified curiosity, lighting up momentarily as he cleaned his fingers of her wetness. Smiling charmingly at her, he slid his hand back down between her milky thighs, thighs that he couldn't wait to have wrapped around him. Instead of torturing her pearl, this time they ventured into new territory, becoming bolder with their escapade. Ever so slowly, a single digit slid into her dripping center, wiggling all the way in and stopping completely.

Taking a second, he took pleasure in just how tight her constricting sheath was. She was truly untouched, in any way. The silly puppy would be losing a great deal this night, and all because he could not choose between a corpse and a living, breathing woman. The notion made Naraku snigger for a brief moment. Kikyo was dead, that much was certain, and would still be nothing more than a jar of ashes in the ground if I had not been for some spell slinging witch. Lady Fate, however, seemed to like part taking in mischievous games, and hurled the deceased miko back into a time in which she did not belong. Kagome was proof enough of that fact. The girl was, after all, Kikyo's reincarnation, meaning that Kikyo's soul had passed to the next world into a new body and a new time.

He himself had his uses for the older priestess. She was filled with hate and, in turn, extremely easy to manipulate. At times she would surprise him and rebel, but he found her no real threat. She was like an antique pottery, in many ways. Firstly, she smelled of clay and dirt. Also, she was nice to look at from time to time, when one wanted to marvel at a phenomenon, but practically useless all the same.

Kagome, on the other hand, reminded him of a piece of ripe fruit. She looked so vulnerable and fragile, bruising under the slightest form of pressure. She was quenching, in more ways than one. The sight of her made a man's mouth water; and the taste even more so. She was sweet and lush and completely innocent. Then, of course, there was her smell. The girl smelled so intensly edible he had to refrain himself from halting in the middle of a battle with Inuyasha and devouring her.

Yes it was quite a mystery to him as to why the hanyou found it so hard to decide between the two. Kikyo was untouchable, good for very few things while Kagome, her other, was oh so tempting and always at the tip of Inuyasha's fingers. The mutt truly was a fool.

Coming out of his revere for the young miko, as well as his scorning of the idiotic pup, Naraku noted that almost all hesitation had left her scent, leaving in its wake fresh, unblemished need. The sudden spike of sent made him dizzy in a rather pleasant way. His hakamma became painfully uncomfortable, the extra weight of his pelt not doing anything to aid his predicament.

She was making these delicious cooing noises, so innocent and unsure it made him smile. Pulling out, he added a second finger, pumping them into her at a tormenting pace. He noticed that she was not as tight any more, though she was still an undeniably snug fit. He assumed her relaxing had something to do with it.

From the corner of his eye, he could see her worrying her lower lip, gnawing the poor, abused petal-like flesh until it became rosy.

Kagome jerked a little as she felt his fingers curl inside of her. He was being extremely mindful of his claws and, for some reason; they were not causing her any discomfort. Some foreign feeling snuck into the pit of her belly, curling up her spine and into her brain, at the same time dipping down to the apex between her legs, further moistening her core. He did it again; every stroke of his marvelous digits bringing her one step closer to whatever it was she sought. It was exhilarating, this new sense, overcoming her mind and making her react without rational thought. Her body was like an instrument, and Naraku the musician, playing her with such practiced ease that it was numbing. A slight tingling sensation bubbled up inside of her, and a breathy moan slipped past her lips.

Grinning, Naraku picked up his tempo, his sultry, seductive voice flowing into her ear like the softest of silk; the rich, smooth baritone dripping with untold passion. “That's it, little one, just let it all go. Let the feeling consume you and bring you to heights you've only dreamed of. Allow me to give you pleasure beyond your wildest imagination.”

When she cooed and tossed her head to the side, resting it on his broad shoulder, he closed his eyes, enjoying the feel of her. She was so hot and wet around his fingers, so soft and pliant against his body. Her smell, the intoxicating aroma filled his nostrils and made him salivate. The sweet taste of her essence remained on his tongue. The noises she made… oh Kami the noises, so innocent and blissful. It was sheer heaven.

Clenching her eyes shut, she gripped the fur pelt he wore with all her might, fearing that if she let go she would fall… fall into the unknown feeling that was slowly coiling around her. She wanted it so badly and yet she feared it, feared the one who could bring her so high. Her mouth hung open, releasing small gasps and hisses of pleasure.

Then, to her body's delight, he pressed his thumb against her clit, vaulting her forward into a tidal wave of raw ecstasy. Arching her back, she gripped the fur even more tightly and screamed; her body shuddering as her release came crashing down upon her.

Groaning, he managed to ground out through clenched teeth, “Yes... yes! Cum, Kagome… cum for this Naraku.”

Detaching his other hand from her breast, he slid it up her spine, feeling the arc of her back. It then tangled itself into her midnight locks, angling her head so he could kiss her. Even as he ravaged her mouth, his fingers never once stopped their attack on her nether region. She was moaning into his mouth, body still trembling as her climax continued, his manipulative hands drawing out her pleasure for what seemed to be an eternity.

Not knowing what else to do, she kissed him back, her once shy attitude gone for the time being as her tongue battled with his own. He suddenly broke the kiss and yanked his fingers from her core. She cried out at the loss, feeling neglected and frustrated. However, she did not have time to complain for she was on her back in an instant, her makeshift shackles gone and Naraku's hands ripping her panties off with one swift tug. He buried his face in her moist center, his strong, large hands holding her hips down, ensuring his control over the situation. Yelping in surprise as he plundered her depths with his tongue, she tried her hardest to hold back the urge to thrust into his face.

Sensing that she was fighting her reaction to him, he detached his lips from her dripping passage, her divine honey coating his tongue and the sides of his mouth. Licking his lips clean of her essence, he grinned up at her and purred seductively, “There's no need to be shy, my dear, I rather enjoy your intense response to my treatment.” Suckling her clit into his mouth, he tortured the little pearl with the precise, rhythmic strokes of his tongue. Another climax was quickly building; he could sense the blissful turmoil in her soul.

Growing more brazen, Kagome began to moan, gently tilting her hips up into his awaiting mouth. Her fingers tangled into his thick mane of ebony tresses, tugging occasionally when she grew dangerously near her peak.

Soon her cries meshed together into a single, melodious song, one that filled Naraku with lustful glee. Feeling he needed to rid himself of the cumbersome cloth that was draped over his form, he rose and disrobed, laying his white pelt out on the ground. Now dressed in only his usual dark garbs, he moved the young priestess onto the soft fur and resumed his spot above her, his tongue causing pleasurable havoc in her desire fogged brain.

Her next release was almost instant, hitting her with just as much power as the first. Screaming as the tremor of pleasure slammed against her small, inexperienced body, she rocked into him, trembling pitifully as he continued to slurp up the essence she so freely produced.

Relishing the superb tang his miko was exuding, Naraku moaned against her nether lips, lapping up the last of her escaping juices. Dipping a single finger into her, he groaned when he found her to be unbelievably wet, her silken sheath coated in a thick layer of her lust for him. Withdrawing the sticky digit, he cleaned it as well and stood, not once breaking eye contact with the panting miko as he began to disrobe.

Sliding the violet outer kimono from his shoulders, he pulled his decorative, navy haori from his pants, pushing it slowly from his form.

Kagome watched in a breathless stupor as Naraku exposed his glorious, pale body to her hungry eyes. Pulling herself up into a kneeling position, her gaze glided appreciatively across the broad expanse of his chest, which was completely hairless. His arms were thick and laden with muscle, large hands tipped in extremely sharp looking claws. Her eyes continued on their venture, trailing down his tight abdomen and the defined abs that lay taut across it. His clawed hands moved next to the tie of his hakamma, a motion in which her eyes followed with nervousness and excitement. With a single jerk the tie gave way, allowing the navy pants to pool at his feet. Blush staining her cheeks as he stood completely nude in front of her, she could not stop her self from gazing at his lean, narrowed hips and the perfectly slanted muscles that slid off them. His legs were long and powerful, his nicely filled out calves and thighs trembling under her scrutinizing stare. Unabashedly, her curious sapphire orbs turned to the thick and fully erect arousal that jutted from a small thatch of midnight curls. She gasped at his size. Though she had no one to compare him with, he was impressive in her own opinion.

Seeing her glancing so openly at his rigid manhood, he approached her, stopping only a foot or so from her. Grasping his throbbing member, he gave it a slight squeeze while instructing her, “Suck it.”

Leaning backward, Kagome turned her gaze from his length to his crimson orbs, which she noted were dancing with merriment and a sick, derived pleasure. It was then she remembered who exactly this was… how exactly wrong this was. “N-no, I won't.”

Chuckling a little, he thrust a hand into her midnight locks and yanked her face only inches from his member, telling her, “What makes you think you have a choice?”

Anger igniting in her veins, she looked to his erection and opened her mouth, snapping at it in a last attempt to injure him.

Sensing her fury, he pulled back just as her teeth clicked shut. “Now, now… no biting, pet. If you try that again, I will punish you, and trust me dear, you will not enjoy it.” Sensing her fear and submission, he once again thrust his manhood into her face and commanded, “You will suck this Naraku's cock.” Her fiery display had turned him on more than she realized and he glanced at his stiff penis, noting the small droplet of pre-cum clinging to the tip. Looking back at her, he cooed, “Taste me.”

“What?” she chocked out.

“Grasp me at the base,” he instructed. Slowly but surely, her little hand came up to encircle his length, replacing his own hand, her dainty fingers not quite wrapping around him. “Lick it,” he went on, disregarding her intense sense of discomfort. He watched with sadistic glee as she closed her eyes, a single tear leaking from her eye as her pink tongue slid from between her lips and flicked the end of his member, cleaning it of the whitish drop that had been there. Grinning, he praised, “Very good, kitten. Now, take me into your mouth.” Her delectable mouth enveloped his thick head and she stilled, small liquid diamonds still escaping her closed eyes.

“Now suck,” he demanded while tightening his hand in her hair.

Sniffling, Kagome tried to remember how her friend, Yuka, had descried the process of `giving head'. Timidly, she bobbed forward, taking in a little more of him before retreating, her tongue trailing along the bottom of his shaft as she sucked gently. Again she moved back into place, each forward bob taking in a little more of him. Soon she could not fit any more of him in without choking, and so she worked the base with her hand, moving it in the opposite direction of her lips.

Groaning loudly, Naraku rolled his hips into her incredible mouth, reveling in the numerous glorious sensations. Her small hand and wet mouth stroking him in opposite directions, her tongue laving the bottom of his aching member, her nails scraping lightly against his sensitive skin... it was simply too much. For one so innocent, she was certainly a fast learner. Grunting, he ground out through tightly clenched teeth, “Oh gods, that's it. Mmm… ”

Shortly after his words trailed off, Kagome felt something hot and odd tasting hit the back of her throat and nearly gagged. Though she tried her hardest to withdraw, his hand held her securely in place as the salty yet slightly bitter liquid rushed into her mouth.

Moments later, once he ceased releasing into her mouth, she was freed, his hand untangling itself from her silky mane. She immediately fell to her hands and knees and began to spit the bizarre tasting concoction out. Not being able to get every drop of it out, she was forced to swallow some, grimacing at the foreign taste.

Inhaling deeply, Naraku looked down to the little miko, shivering on hands and knees, her breathing still heavy. Kneeling before her, he moved forward, wrapping an arm around her middle and slowly lowering her back onto the pelt. Her eyes were misty with unshed tears, her lower lip trembling. Quickly he captured the tender morsel, suckling it before rediscovering the rest of her sweet mouth.

Grasping the waistband of the peculiar, lewd little piece of cloth she called a skirt, he stripped her of it, shucking it off her body with torturous slowness. Her shirt was next, as well as her shoes and socks, adding to the discarded heap of clothing off to the side.

Once again Kagome found herself at a lack for words. Her body's urges overpowered her mind for a second time that night as she melted into Naraku's touch. How was it that someone so vile, so loathsome, could render her helpless with just a single brush of his lips, his tongue, his fingers?

It was then she felt a sharp stab of pain rush through her body, and she cried out. Coming out of her brooding reverie, she looked up to find Naraku over her, his naked body pressed firmly against hers. Trying to shift under his weight, she found the source of her pain. He was inside of her. This man… this monster, had torn from her the thing she held most dear. Her virginity.

Groaning as he stilled for a moment, Naraku basked in the wondrous feeling her young body presented him with. She was so tight, so very hot around his throbbing length, which was now fully buried inside of her. The feeling of her hymen ripping against his brutal intrusion was the sweetest thing he had ever felt. He had taken her innocence, he had felt it… and he enjoyed every brief moment of it.

Locking eyes with the startled and pained miko, he began a steady pace inside of her, rolling his hips forward slowly and retreating almost all the way before repeating the motion.

Gritting her teeth, Kagome whimpered as she felt the sting of her insides stretching to accommodate his bulk. His still rigid manhood pumped into her slowly, worsening her agony. Still, she held his crimson gaze, breathing heavily as he continued his ageless dance. The hypnotic swirl of his endless ruby depths drew her in, making her forget the pain. Instead, she found her self seeing into his very soul, burning red with lust and desire.

The sting had faded to a dull ache, and she mewled as the blanket of passion tightened around her, igniting her body with his seductive ministrations. Her every nerve was alit with pleasure, his slowly increasing pace lighting a flame within her like no other.

Picking up his tempo again, Naraku leaned forward, closing his eyes as he sealed her mouth with another steamy kiss. Shifting all his weight onto a single elbow, he pulled back a hand and reached between them to find her clit. Pressing down on the little pleasure button, he manipulated it with precise, perfect motions until she was writhing beneath him, his name rolling off her tongue in the form of several breathy moans.

Convulsing as the sparks of her next orgasm flickered behind her now closed eyes, Kagome bit her lip and moaned loudly, her legs shifting to wrap around his lean hips.

Purring with delight as she began to rock against him, grinding her sensuous hips against his, Naraku removed his fingers from her sacred pearl, moving them to cup her bottom and crush her to him as he sped up; his thrusts becoming much harder.

Mewing in surprise, Kagome could do naught but hold on as he increased his tempo, pounding into her with desperation. Tipping her head back, she screamed her completion to the world, Naraku's name spilling from her lips in a blissful cry of ecstasy. Her body shook with the intensity of her release, the wondrous euphoria hurling her up, up, up into the stars.

Thrusting hard for one last time, Naraku joined the miko in her blissful state, letting out a shuddery moan and a whisper of her name. He came long and hard into the little angel that lay beneath him, his body quaking with unleashed pleasure. Her tight, wet sheath milked him for all he was worth, making him grunt in satisfaction. Pumping into her a few more times, he collapsed onto her pliant form, his breathing hard and ragged. Spilling the last of his demonic seed into her, he closed his eyes and inhaled her phenomenal scent. It was there, under the heady perfume that was her intoxicating aroma… his scent. It marked her, clung to her. Lying only a few moments more in her soothing embrace, not wanting to leave her body, he sighed and slid from her warm depths. She shuddered around him, constricting as he slipped out and got to his feet.

Kagome watched through half lidded eyes as he rummaged through the folds of his pelt, pulling out what appeared to be a small, glass vile, much like the one her shards of the Shikon were held in. As he approached, she could see its contents; a dark green mixture sloshed against the sides of the tiny bottle, making her blanch.

Kneeling down, he placed his hand at the small of her back and helped her sit. Noticing her wince as she righted herself, he told her softly, “Drink this, it will ease the pain and shield your scent for three days. By that time, my scent will have worn off and that puppy won't suspect a thing.” She hesitated, and he quickly added, “That is unless you wish for Inuyasha to know of our union.”

Shaking her head vigorously, she snatched the vile from his hands and popped the cork out. Breathing in through her nostrils, she downed it in one gulp and swallowed, wanting to heave as the thick, bitter liquid seeped down her throat. Holding it in, she was relieved to find that, only seconds later, the pain had subsided, though the nasty taste lingered on her taste buds.

Sensing that the potion had worked, Naraku donned his clothing and sat next to her, pulling her naked form into his fur draped lap. Nuzzling her throat, he inhaled, disappointed when he found that the potion had not only washed away his scent, but hers as well. `Ah, well,' he sighed to himself, `her sweet scent will replenish in but three days.' Tilting her chin upward to look into her eyes, he kissed her gently on the lips before explaining, “You are not to speak of this to anyone, kitten, for I shall return when I feel the longing for yet another taste. I will even be so gracious as to allow you to keep your shards this time around.”

Relieved that he would not attempt to steal her fragments of the Shikon and still slightly exhausted from their little encounter, Kagome merely nodded her head, agreeing to his terms. Her mind did not take kindly to the thought of meeting with him on a regular basis for… such things, but her body was overjoyed, happily storing away the knowledge that he would come for her again and make her feel the extraordinary sensation only he could bring upon her.

He kissed her one last time before standing, leaving Kagome alone once again under the leafy canopy of the old oak. She looked around, shivering as the warmth of his body left her. Her clothing was scattered about, some slightly ripped. She gathered her things and changed quickly, trying to retain as much heat as she could on this chilly night. Grabbing a new pair of panties, since her old pair had been torn to shreds, she finished dressing and quickly rushed to her sleeping roll. Checking the crumpled mass of material for any remaining spiders, she felt satisfied when none turned up, hurriedly scooting inside and curling into a ball. Glancing once at the moon, she closed her eyes, her kiss swollen lips curving into a slight smile just before she drifted off to sleep.

Such a bizarre situation she had landed her self in, one she doubted to get out of any time soon. This was her secret now, her blissful burden to bear. That night her dreams were plagued with a crimson eyed, midnight haired someone. Yet these dreams did not fill her with terror or turmoil, as they usually did. Now they were hot and passionate, making her skin crawl with want. It was strange, she would have never expected him to be so desirable.

Her enemy...

Her lover...

Naraku.

Fin