InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Curse of Onigumo ❯ The Curse of Onigumo ( Chapter 1 )

 

 

 

 

 

The dreams were coming on strong again, and held Naraku in its grip….

 

She leaned over him, her beautiful face full of compassion and concern, and gently slaked his raging thirst with a sip of water. As he watched her graceful movements above him, he felt a powerful thirst of another kind, despite his fire withered flesh. How he longed to take the miko in his arms, and have his way with her! He imagines himself taking her forcefully in his arms and crushing her mouth with his. Her resistance would be futile as he ripped off her kososde and hakama, and pushed her down beneath him. The remnants of what was once his cock stirred painfully….

 

“That fucking Onigumo!” Naraku roared, enraged, the silk sheets sliding off him as he sat up in bed.

 

Narakus cock was hard and throbbing in need, reacting to Onigumo's lust for Kikyo. Climbing out of bed, he stalked out of the room, seeking some release for his pent up lust. The dark halls echoed with his soft footfalls, until he came to a small room and slid back the door.

 

On pallets inside lay the small, pale form of Kanna, and next to her the victim he sought to quench his sexual urgency. Roughly he yanked her to her feet and she opened her eyes with a snap.

 

`No, not again,' Kagura thought bitterly and struggled futiley against his vice like grip.

 

“Do as I will, you know you're at my mercy,” Naraku hissed, and dragged her back to his room.

 

A look of disgust and loathing on her face, Kagura had no choice as he threw her onto the bed. In one swift motion he had ripped off her sleeping yukata. Pinning her arms above her, Naraku plunged his erection inside her and started  pounding her relentlessly.

 

Naraku closed his eyes…

 

`Kikyo, Kikyo, Kikyo…' Oniguma chanted in his head, and a vision of the miko rose up beyond his control, in his minds eye…

 

Underneath him, Kikyo squirmed, her brown eyes flashing and ebony hair a storm of darkness around her face. Her pink lips parted, and she emitted small gasps of pleasure and pain. The walls of her pussy squeezed his cock like a vice, milking him for all he was worth as he came…

 

Naraku drove hard and deep into Kagura one last time and with a roar, his orgasm exploded like a fire beneath his balls as he pumped his seed into her. Opening his eyes, he heard and felt Onigumo's disappointment to see who he had been fucking. This is not who he wanted.

 

`Kikyo, Kikyo, Kikyo…' Onigumo insistently drone on from within him.

 

Gripping his head in his hands and snarling, Naraku leapt off his cringing minion. He barely noticed Kagura cowering away from him in revulsion, as he launched himself off the bed.

 

“Fucking Onigumo, will I ever be rid of your obsession with that miko!”

 

Holding the shreds of her yukata protectively around her naked body, Kagura took this moment to slink away, unnoticed. Her mouth was set in a firm line as she thought about how she hated Onigumo and his obsession with Kikyo as well. It always ended with Naraku using her like this - it made her sick to the core of her being.

 

Alone again, Naraku sank down slowly and sat on the edge of the bed. The war inside him was becoming harder and harder to take. Onigumo was a liability, a weakness, always trying to take over his mind, to break away form his control. Although unsure of the outcome, Naraku resolved to be free of him and his never ending desire for Kikyo once and for all.

 

The next morning, Naraku wakes, his mind resolved and determined on the plan he had formulated. Dressing quickly and leaving his room, his human servants flee at the sight of his blazing red eyes. With a crash, he slides open the door to Kanna and Kagura's room. The wind sorceress was not there, but at the moment he did not care.

 

“Kanna, come with me,” Naraku ordered.

 

Nodding her head, the pale shadow girl gets up and follows him. He leads her out of the mansion, and away. They come to a halt at the edge of a cliff, and he raises his right arm.

 

“Leave me Onigumo, you are free,” Naraku commands.

 

Something pale, bloated and formless makes its way down his arm and is expelled. They watch as it rolls down the cliff side, into the midst of some surprised bandits who are camping there.

 

`Good riddance to you, Onigumo and your fucking obsession with that miko,' Naraku thinks with a smirk.

 

Walking away, Kanna a ghost child behind him, Naraku tries to ignore the niggling feeling of weakness and emptiness that he now feels inside. It was just too much to dwell on the feeling that Onigumo and his obsession had been an important core part of his being, and that he might quite possibly not be able to live without at this moment…