A/N: You know the drill, I don't own Inuyasha, or any of the characters from the show.
Warning: Dark Imagery and a Lime in this chapter, if you are underage skip to chapter 2.

Chapter 1: Pain and Pleasure

Cold winds blew at the miasma surrounding Naraku's castle. The thick poison swirled gently with the passing currents of air. A hapless bird plummeted to the ground. All that remained of the creature were its feathers by the time the miasma had done its work. The breeze blew the feathers far over Naraku's evil realm, effectively scattering them. They added to the scene of death below. The castle had an air of mystery surrounding it. With its darkened colors, it appeared as evil as the poison coating it's every surface. Shadows were abundant here amongst the many towers and long rooms. Nothing living was to be found. Cold, hard ground was all the eye could see for miles around the castle. It had effectively killed a large percentage of the once great forest in which it now resided. Nothing remained of the felled animals and trees; all was dissolved by the ravaging mist. It swirled across the castle grounds with the singular purpose of destroying all life apparent.

Inside the castle, the dark lord slept, or appeared to be sleeping; Kagura did not know which held truth. Knowing he would be angry if disturbed, she waited silently outside of the shoji. The only evidence of her quiet presence was in her soft and rhythmic breathing. She was determined not to let her fear show. It would only make things worse for her. She had failed again. She wondered idly whether he would kill her this time, perhaps he would only punish her as he did last time. She suppressed an involuntary shudder. Naraku's methods of punishment were to be feared. He did not tolerate failure and was quick to hand out punishment if his dark temper was roused. If only she had her heart back, then she wouldn't have to serve the evil bastard. She suppressed this thought, if he knew of her secret disloyalty, he would kill her outright. It was best to focus on the situation at hand. She eyed the jewel within her hand. It glowed a faint pink with magenta streaking across its smooth surface every so often. "So beautiful..." she thought. It was the one thing that could make Naraku happy besides perhaps Kikyo. For an instant, jealousy flashed over her red eyes and her face contorted in anger. "Kikyo, that dead clay bitch." she thought with contempt. She knew that Kikyo was disloyal to Naraku, why he put up with that woman Kagura didn't know.

Kagura's hungry eyes gazed over the impassive form of the sleeping Naraku. He was so perfect, her dark lord. His pale body was exquisitely chiseled. His taut muscles were a sight to behold. She could imagine her hands playing over them. Desire filled her eyes and warmth spread in her. She could feel herself harden at the mere thought of him. Warmth flooded her once again. "How can I love this man so much and yet hate him at the same time?" Kagura thought. "Maybe that is the nature of love...". She was so absorbed in her thoughts that she didn't notice the risen Naraku eyeing her coldly.

"So you have failed yet again Kagura?" he said, the ice apparent in his voice. Her startled look and sudden blush told him volumes. "So the minor youkai is thinking of me again," he thought "Well, I am a sight to behold." He smirked arrogantly as her blush deepened. "May I ask what is causing you such distress?" he questioned, the red depths of his eyes like daggers. "N-nothing master Naraku," she intoned, "I was merely waiting for you to rise my lord." She bowed deeply and uttered further apologies. "Kagura," Naraku said coldly "Perhaps I should give you a lesson in controlling your emotions; you are acting like a weak ningen." He peeled back the bamboo screen to stare down at her. Such weakness... he thought darkly. "My lord, forgive me, I've shamed my youkai blood." Kagura spluttered. She postured herself even lower at his feet and groveled. "No, I think some punishment is in order for you this day." Naraku said as he stepped closer to her. She swallowed hard to clear her throat of the bile that was quickly rising and silently awaited her fate. "Yes," Naraku said "you must learn the consequences of your actions." He reached a pale hand into his robes and drew out the one thing she desired most, her heart. She gasped as his fingers tightened around the muscle. "My lord, please, anything but that." She said as she grimaced in pain. "Ah, but what better way is there to teach you some manners?" Naraku said as a sadistic smile lit his face. He squeezed the organ harder causing her to writhe in pain. Her normally pretty features were contorted in a mask of pure agony. He laughed inwardly at the sight. "She looks beautiful with her face twisted in pain." he thought as his fingers tightened.

Kagura couldn't hold back the cry of pain that escaped her lips. She felt as if her whole body was being ripped apart. If he gave her heart one more squeeze, she would no doubt burst. Naraku's form swam before her eyes, but she could still see the delight in his eyes. He was taking pleasure in her pain. A wave of sadness washed over her through her agony. "Why does it have to be like this?" she thought ruefully. "He enjoys hurting me..." A single tear rolled down her flushed cheek at the thought.

Naraku saw the tear and knew what it meant. It was not from the pain of the torture, but from love. Once again, he reflected on her beautifully contorted face. The fullness of her lips was enticing. Her hair had spilled from its customary bundle and flowed over the floor. It was so silky; it positively begged to be caressed. He let his eyes drift over the rest of her body. Her pert breasts were pushing against the fabric of her kimono very suggestively. He was so busy taking in her ravishing form that he clenched her heart without knowing it. She screamed in renewed pain and convulsed uncontrollably. He mentally gasped at his carelessness and released his hold upon her feverishly beating organ. She moaned from the sudden release. This aroused him to no end. He could feel his youkai blood stirring just under his cold exterior surface. His red eyes positively glowed with desire. She was helpless with her heart in his grasp; he could take her here and now.

Kagura saw the look of carnal lust in Naraku's eyes and shuddered. "He doesn't love me, I am just an object to him, a toy..." she thought brokenly. He lifted a clawed hand and stroked her cheek possessively. His touch sent a shiver of pleasure down her spine. "Naraku..." she sighed as she became aroused.

He smelt her arousal and swiftly cut her cheek with his claw. Her cry was stifled as he planted a fiery kiss upon her lips. She was too surprised by the swiftness of it all to respond. His lips removed themselves from hers as he lapped up the sweet nectar pouring forth, effectively healing her cut. As the coppery taste filled his mouth, he grunted with pleasure. "What a lovely taste." he thought as he grabbed a handful of her raven locks.

"I must be a masochist," she thought ruefully. "I keep coming back for more pain..." another secret thought tugged at her mind "I enjoy being hurt." This thought rose to the surface as Naraku used his claw to trace a bloody line down her neck. He followed this crevasse with his tongue, causing shivers of pleasure to roll through her body. Before she knew what was happening, he used that same claw to tear through her kimono down to her waist. He peeled back the layers of her clothing. "Naraku..." she gasped "I have wanted this for so long..."

Her increasing excitement matched his own for intensity. He was barely keeping a hold on his youkai blood. It raged through every part of his being. Staring at her exposed flesh was making him wild with desire. "Enjoyable..." he thought lustily. "Why didn't I pluck this flower sooner..." He suddenly bit down with his razor sharp fangs. She cried out in pain and pleasure. He smirked as he pulled his teeth out. "She enjoys my sadistic touch..." he thought as he dug his tongue into the newly made hole.

The searing pain was soon replaced by intense pleasure as Naraku explored her cuts with his tongue. "If his tongue could do this to me," she thought as waves of pleasure coursed through her body. "I wonder..." She smiled mischievously and gripped the back of his head. She could tell by his quick intake of breath that he was surprised.

"Ah," he thought "she does enjoy it as I do." He bit down again and licked the new holes of blood, healing them with his saliva. He raised his head and planted a trail of fiery kisses over her. He felt her hands on the back of his head again, willing him to accept her. He obeyed. "Ha..." he thought arrogantly, "my touch is irresistible."

Kagura's body was awash with pleasure. Every cell of her clamored for more...especially.... As Naraku teased her, he straddled her to be better positioned. She felt him through the thin layers of her kimono. Her normally red eyes were on fire with what she felt inside. Every fiber of her being wanted him.

As if sensing her need, Naraku's hand clawed past the remainder of her kimono. He grinned as she clearly wanted more, and continued the sweet torture. She tossed her head from side to side. Sensing her near her peak, Naraku abruptly stopped.. She grunted with displeasure. He raised his long fingers to his mouth and licked them. "Interesting..." he thought. He smirked arrogantly and shredded the remainder of her kimono with one swipe of his claw.

Kagura lay breathing heavily as Naraku's hungry eyes assaulted her form. A slight frown creased her usually impassive face. "My lord," she whispered "why stop your torture?" She looked up at him, noticing his arrogant smirk, and awaited his response. "One can only be tortured so much by my fingers." He said. Her eyes widened at the realization of what he was about to do. He could wait no longer. He shed his clothes and stood before her. He noticed her eyes travel downward and widen with shock.

Kagura gasped at what she saw "My lord," she said as her eyes glazed over with lust "you are HUGE!" He smirked once again and said loftily "I know." She smiled as she sat up and reached forward. He shivered with pleasure and closed his eyes. She moved her hands. He groaned and balled his fists. "My turn..." she thought with a smirk as she removed both of her hands.

His eyes snapped open and he raked a clawed hand across her face. "You dare deny me?" He said as he licked the blood from his claw. "It will only heighten your ecstasy when the time comes, my lord." Kagura said as she in turn licked the blood from her face. "Perhaps she is right." he thought idly. Kagura smiled and leaned forward. "Now that's more like it." he thought with satisfaction. As her mouth embraced him, he could feel himself nearing his peak. He moaned and his mind went blank. The only thing on it was the intense pleasure he was experiencing.

Kagura continued her ministrations and then sat back licking her lips and smiling. Naraku was panting heavily and a thin sheen of sweat covered his body. "Such an enticing scent..." Kagura thought as she leaned forward yet again. She took his earlobe into her mouth. He sucked in a breath as she nipped at it and planted a trail of fiery kisses down his neck. His skin was perfect as porcelain, and she lavished attention on every square inch of it.

He moaned with renewed pleasure. "She knows exactly what to do..." he thought idly. He knew he could wait no longer. Smirking, he pushed her to the floor and positioned himself above her. In one fell swoop he took her. Her eyes widened with shock as she experienced the extreme pain/pleasure of it.

Her entire body was awash with pleasure. Naraku moved with liquid speed above her, continuing his dance. This was too much for her, she lost it.

He went over the edge as she screamed his name. Blinded by the pleasure of it all, he grunted with satisfaction and lay down. He was pleased and lay still for some minutes. Closing his eyes, he fell into a content sleep.

Kagura was still breathing heavily from the act. She looked over at the sleeping Naraku and realized she had never seen him in such a state before. His usually alert face was calm, his mouth relaxed from its customary smirk. A lock of his ebony hair trailed across his cheek blowing slightly in the nonexistent breeze. "He looks so peaceful." she thought with a smile. A fiery determination burned in her eyes then; her past betrayals behind her, she was determined to make Naraku's dream come true, whatever the cost.

A/N: This is my first fic, so tell me what you think. If you want to read the lemon version of this fic, I will have it up soon on aff (dot) net ;) .