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Genre: Inuyasha
Pairing: Naraku / Sesshoumaru
Situation[s]: Tentacle sex, Non-con, Abuse
Comments: You've been warned. ^_^ Kimbley-luv, forgive the use of some Japanese in a English written thingie!
Dedication: forgottenlover
A pained growl swept from the darkness, echoing off the splattered walls. So his little captive was awake was he? Good, it saved him the trouble of rousing the demon. It had been awhile since he ventured this far into his palace, to this very room, so the acknowledgement was welcome. Naraku almost smiled at it as well, though not for the thought but for the prisoner. It would so unnerve the weakling to see the near sweet grin thrown his way through the midnight that surrounded them. Almost, but not quite. He would reserve that weapon for later.
"You disappoint me, demon. I thought you would have been more of a challenge since your brother had put up quite a fight." Naraku's cool acidic tone rode the waves of amusement towards the bound figure lying limp against the wall. He only had to wait mere moments for the wheezed response.
"He was weak and a fool, Naraku. Something of which I am neither."
"A fool you are not, I will grant, but you are weak." His voice sounded almost affectionate as the newly formed Demon Lord drew closer. "You writhe on my floor as weak as a newborn, unable to unsheathe those talons and strike out. You are weak because I made you so."
That got the desired reaction and soon the rattle of chains and panted breath filled the air with the right amount of desperate ferocity Naraku craved from this particular mongrel. How desperately he wanted to break that iron resolve and hear the pitiful whimpers of defeat cross those slender lips. Naraku wanted to see the demon's feral will shattered and laying broken at his feet. He had spent twelve days working up until this point, he would have it soon. The air stirred around him seeming to suck in the darkness as his body shifted and changed. Wriggling tendrils, sharp talons, deadly pinchers swam from beneath the black to sway around his body. Yes, it would be soon.
“How dare you speak to me, a full-blooded demon, in such a manner! You’re beneath me and my kind!” An angry voice spat back, spewing foamed spittle towards the standing figure.
Naraku seemed to float closer, carried by his formless mass darkness, and pinned the chained demon with a look of abject supremacy. A hand reached forward and stroked the soft white mane of his captive as he purred in response, “It appears Sesshomaru, full-blooded demon son of Inu no Taishou, that I am above. You are, after all, my prisoner. Soon I will acquire the Shikon jewel from that useless miko and her lot and I will become a true demon.”
Before the dog demon could answer Naraku sealed his mouth with his own in a kiss that bruised both. His teeth gnashed against giving flesh, brutally tearing at the skin until he tasted the sweet metallic tang of demon blood swelling over his tongue. To Sesshomaru’s credit the little demon tried to struggle free from the kiss but he was too sluggish from whatever drug was used on him to really protest. All he could do was mutely growl and try to bite back. Neither was very effective and only seemed to fuel whatever feelings behind the attack further. In turn Sesshomaru couldn’t suppress the shudder of actual fear at what he seen rolling in Naraku’s sienna eyes.
The first of three tendrils shot from Naraku’s fathomless darkness, colliding with the demon’s body. Two jerked the pale body backwards, forcing Sesshomaru onto his knees while the third wrapped its mass around the sputtering throat leaving plenty of the end still twitching before the demon’s face. Naraku’s eyes roamed over the bare chest and lower, taking in every detail of a body he already knew every curve to. If he wasn’t mistaken he could detect the slight trembling running its course underneath his vines. Further he lifted the body until the knees were just above the ground and pulled Sesshomaru closer to him. A hand ghosted down the dog’s front in a mockery of a caress, moving ever lower.
“Wh…at do you t…hink you a…re doing Naraku?!” The silver haired demon choked between his need to draw air into his abused lungs. He didn’t like being this close to the crazed half-demon anymore than he enjoyed the feeling of the bastard’s nails scraping across his flesh.
“Anything I please.” Was the only response before his hand captured its prey. He delighted in watching the shocked horror wash over his prisoner’s face when the body realized what he was doing. Even more did he smile deceptively sweet when a few flicks of his fingers caused the organ to twitch in response. His shadows produced several more tendrils, all twisting and writhing around his body, inching their way towards the demon.
“You wi. . .ll regret …this.” Sesshomaru growled breathlessly as the disgusting appendages curled around his legs, through his hair, and along his back.
Naraku bent his face close to the demon‘s as the tentacle around the pale neck plunged it‘s tip deep within the straining mouth. He watched it swirl around in the warmth and wetness and laughed at the dog‘s attempts to bite at the mass. It was useless for the being to try but entertaining to watch. He slipped his hand away from the growing erection to replace the warmth of his palm with the icy roughness of another vine.
“I regret nothing. And soon,” His voice dipped low, almost to a whisper as another tendril slipped between the demon’s legs. “neither will you.”
Pairing: Naraku / Sesshoumaru
Situation[s]: Tentacle sex, Non-con, Abuse
Comments: You've been warned. ^_^ Kimbley-luv, forgive the use of some Japanese in a English written thingie!
Dedication: forgottenlover
A pained growl swept from the darkness, echoing off the splattered walls. So his little captive was awake was he? Good, it saved him the trouble of rousing the demon. It had been awhile since he ventured this far into his palace, to this very room, so the acknowledgement was welcome. Naraku almost smiled at it as well, though not for the thought but for the prisoner. It would so unnerve the weakling to see the near sweet grin thrown his way through the midnight that surrounded them. Almost, but not quite. He would reserve that weapon for later.
"You disappoint me, demon. I thought you would have been more of a challenge since your brother had put up quite a fight." Naraku's cool acidic tone rode the waves of amusement towards the bound figure lying limp against the wall. He only had to wait mere moments for the wheezed response.
"He was weak and a fool, Naraku. Something of which I am neither."
"A fool you are not, I will grant, but you are weak." His voice sounded almost affectionate as the newly formed Demon Lord drew closer. "You writhe on my floor as weak as a newborn, unable to unsheathe those talons and strike out. You are weak because I made you so."
That got the desired reaction and soon the rattle of chains and panted breath filled the air with the right amount of desperate ferocity Naraku craved from this particular mongrel. How desperately he wanted to break that iron resolve and hear the pitiful whimpers of defeat cross those slender lips. Naraku wanted to see the demon's feral will shattered and laying broken at his feet. He had spent twelve days working up until this point, he would have it soon. The air stirred around him seeming to suck in the darkness as his body shifted and changed. Wriggling tendrils, sharp talons, deadly pinchers swam from beneath the black to sway around his body. Yes, it would be soon.
“How dare you speak to me, a full-blooded demon, in such a manner! You’re beneath me and my kind!” An angry voice spat back, spewing foamed spittle towards the standing figure.
Naraku seemed to float closer, carried by his formless mass darkness, and pinned the chained demon with a look of abject supremacy. A hand reached forward and stroked the soft white mane of his captive as he purred in response, “It appears Sesshomaru, full-blooded demon son of Inu no Taishou, that I am above. You are, after all, my prisoner. Soon I will acquire the Shikon jewel from that useless miko and her lot and I will become a true demon.”
Before the dog demon could answer Naraku sealed his mouth with his own in a kiss that bruised both. His teeth gnashed against giving flesh, brutally tearing at the skin until he tasted the sweet metallic tang of demon blood swelling over his tongue. To Sesshomaru’s credit the little demon tried to struggle free from the kiss but he was too sluggish from whatever drug was used on him to really protest. All he could do was mutely growl and try to bite back. Neither was very effective and only seemed to fuel whatever feelings behind the attack further. In turn Sesshomaru couldn’t suppress the shudder of actual fear at what he seen rolling in Naraku’s sienna eyes.
The first of three tendrils shot from Naraku’s fathomless darkness, colliding with the demon’s body. Two jerked the pale body backwards, forcing Sesshomaru onto his knees while the third wrapped its mass around the sputtering throat leaving plenty of the end still twitching before the demon’s face. Naraku’s eyes roamed over the bare chest and lower, taking in every detail of a body he already knew every curve to. If he wasn’t mistaken he could detect the slight trembling running its course underneath his vines. Further he lifted the body until the knees were just above the ground and pulled Sesshomaru closer to him. A hand ghosted down the dog’s front in a mockery of a caress, moving ever lower.
“Wh…at do you t…hink you a…re doing Naraku?!” The silver haired demon choked between his need to draw air into his abused lungs. He didn’t like being this close to the crazed half-demon anymore than he enjoyed the feeling of the bastard’s nails scraping across his flesh.
“Anything I please.” Was the only response before his hand captured its prey. He delighted in watching the shocked horror wash over his prisoner’s face when the body realized what he was doing. Even more did he smile deceptively sweet when a few flicks of his fingers caused the organ to twitch in response. His shadows produced several more tendrils, all twisting and writhing around his body, inching their way towards the demon.
“You wi. . .ll regret …this.” Sesshomaru growled breathlessly as the disgusting appendages curled around his legs, through his hair, and along his back.
Naraku bent his face close to the demon‘s as the tentacle around the pale neck plunged it‘s tip deep within the straining mouth. He watched it swirl around in the warmth and wetness and laughed at the dog‘s attempts to bite at the mass. It was useless for the being to try but entertaining to watch. He slipped his hand away from the growing erection to replace the warmth of his palm with the icy roughness of another vine.
“I regret nothing. And soon,” His voice dipped low, almost to a whisper as another tendril slipped between the demon’s legs. “neither will you.”