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Chapter Two: Black haired demon, Black haired beauty.

Somewhere in the East , in front of a large mountain.

"Kagura… I thought you said that this was going to be a castle." Shippo asked curiously, as he hopped down from his usual perch on Miroku's shoulder, and padded over to where she was standing. He looked up at the wind sorceress and saw that she had a strange perplexed expression on her face.

Kagura broke out of her thoughts for a second and looked back down at Shippo. "Oh, well…it's strange…I could have sworn there was a castle here. I was here myself with Naraku only months ago. I don't think it could have been moved." She explained, not feeling like what she had said would soothe any of them.

It had been three days since the incident between Inuyasha and Kagura, and he hadn't said a direct word to her since then, but the others didn't seem to notice—probably figured it was the original hate that was between the two demons. Miroku walked over to the two and began to look around where Kagura said the castle would have been.

Sango was standing next to Kirara who usually took full form when they traveled with people they didn't trust, namely, Kagura. She also followed Miroku to look around and see what the deal was with the castle. Inuyasha was standing off to the side, his arms crossed as he gazed around the area they were in, wondering why it looked so familiar. Then, he realized that they'd fought here before. Naraku had captured Miroku and Sango and was trying to convince Sango to join him, and she refused, but tried her hardest to get Kohaku to come back to them. This was before she ever found out he was trapped, like Kagura.

Inuyasha sighed as he watched them. "Sango, maybe you and Kirara should get an aerial view of the mountain, to see if it has been moved, or whatever? Miroku, how about you and Shippo walking out a little further into those pastures, and see if you can find anything of use." Inuyasha directed, his voice was rough, and he sounded tired.

Kagura could see what he was doing, and was curious to see why he was making it so that they would be alone—or if he was even doing that to begin with.

Sango nodded in agreement, and then she and Kirara took off flying into the air, toward the mountain. Miroku nodded and Shippo took his place on his shoulder and those two began walking off into the distance.

Once they were out of sight, Inuyasha turned to Kagura and said in an authoritative voice. "We need to talk."

Inside a very beautifully decorated bedroom, Naraku's Castle

Kagome rolled over in the softly made bed that she was sleeping in, and yawned, as she slowly woke from her slumber. Her thoughts instantly landed upon her captor, who had, three days ago, slapped a new reality into her mind. I'm going to be stuck here for the rest of my life. Kagome sat up, and rubbed her sore elbows. All of the cleaning she'd been doing seemed to wear on her bones after a few days of sleeping, and she began to notice how lazy she felt.

Standing up, she walked over to where a small mirror was hanging on the wall next to a few strange Asian looking masks. Kagome noticed how different she looked now that she'd been able to bathe. Her oily, scraggly tangled hair was now straight—somewhat, it was a little messy from sleep—and shiny. It returned itself to its normal luster, or at least as much as it could without shampoo. Her skin wasn't littered with acne as a result from sweating and not being able to rinse her face, and her teeth were cleaner than they were. Kagome's eyes were wide, and brighter now.

Her arms were thick with muscle, and her chest had gotten larger, her breasts growing a size or two. Her stomach was flat, and if you ran your hand over it you could feel the hard abdomen beneath the skin. Standing naked in the room she was given, she looked at herself, and continued to be amazed about the entire weekend. The man who'd captured her, abused her, and expected her to respect him—had shown his first actual bit of kindness.

Three Days ago

"Fine. I don't want to go home, Master." Kagome had muttered after Naraku had slapped her against the wall to her side.

Naraku raised an eyebrow, "What was that?" he asked her, softly, leaning down to where he could look into her brown eyes.

Kagome leaned closer to his face, so that he would definitely hear her. "I do not want to go home, Master."

Naraku smiled lightly, "You want to stay?" he asked, curious.

Kagome smiled the first smile she'd smiled in a month. "Yes, Master Naraku, I'd like to stay here." She lied.

Naraku knew it was a lie, but it was what he wanted her to say, and so he took it into his cold void of a heart. He stood up straight and then opened up the door he'd brought her to.

"Here, follow me, darling Kagome." He'd cooed softly, as if he was the happiest he'd ever been, and then turned to lead her into the bedroom.

Kagome couldn't believe how that would have gotten his attention in such away, but her thoughts were stolen out from underneath her in the instant she saw the room. It was colored beautifully, with reds and gold. It had a large bed in the center, with a large velvet red curtain hanging around it, to hide the actual mattress, which was adorned with specifically designed sakura flowers imprinted upon a golden thread. There was a small bathroom attached to the room with a large tub used for taking a bath in, and a wash basin to wash your face in, and above the wash basin was a small mirror just big enough to see your own face in.

Naraku turned to look at Kagome's appreciative face, and was almost compelled to take her in that moment, but he held his tongue, and his hands at his side. "Kagome, my sweet, stop staring. You'll have this sight every day, and I don't want you to get tired of its appearance so soon." He'd teased.

Kagome looked at him in a confused way, the first room she'd slept In when he'd first brought her here, was more like a supply closet filled with pales for water, and a cold wooden floor was her bed. There was no way she'd understood that he was trying to offer this room to her. "What do you mean, master?"

"I've been working on this room for a week or two now, Kagome. This room is yours." He said, throwing his hand out slowly to the side, to showcase the gift in all of its glory. "Now, get some rest. Dinner will be ready in a few hours." He said, and then stepped out of the room.

Kagome was at a loss in that moment, but she took off in a hurry to get her body clean, it took her a few minutes or so to bring the pales of water up into the tub, but once she did, she sunk down and deep into the water and began scrubbing every nook and cranny she could think of. She'd been dirty like this for much longer than she'd ever like to repeat, and he was finally letting her bathe. Her hair was grimy, but running her fingers through the now cold water made it feel much cleaner, and her face felt so much better afterwards.

Present

The past three days, Kagome had been almost pampered by the man. He'd brought her breakfast in bed the day after he'd given her the room, and he'd fashioned a comb out of the ribs of a very small animal for her, and had even stained a handle for it, and he'd combed her hair for her. Kagome, still very unsure as to their relationship—or what the demon master was expecting from her—just went along with it. It still shocked her that, she barely ever thought of Inuyasha anymore.

Walking outside of the bedroom, she slowly walked down the hallway, her hair now pulled over her forehead, and into a small bun with red chop sticks, the color matched her kimono she wore. Kagome had taken in the past few days to dress as they did, seeing as she'd tried her best to accept she wouldn't be leaving for a while. Never. Kagome heard clanking in the kitchen, and she turned inside the large door, and was faced with Naraku's large hands fumbling to cut up a large onion without squinting. Kagome chuckled, and Naraku snapped his frustrated eyes up at her.

With Inuyasha and Kagura

"What is it, Inuyasha? What have I done now?" she asked him, a little angry.

Inuyasha faltered a little and looked to the side, not wanting to make eye contact. "Well, I was just going to say that I remember this place." He nodded toward Sango and Miroku, "and they will too, here in a little while. I'm just saying that once they remember it, they won't be happy. There are some bad memories attached with it, and I think it's best not to make them travel when they are upset."

Kagura stared at him, "Really?" she asked him.

Inuyasha sighed, "Yes, Really. I just don't think it's good for our morale, you know?"

Kagura stared at him for a moment, but then she shrugged and said, "What about this place do you remember?" she was curious.

Inuyasha looked up at her darkly, "You trying to murder my friends, and your lover almost succeeding in that." He stopped, but then muttered a little quieter. "I also remember burning this place down."

Kagura grit her teeth, "You did this?" she grumbled.

"I was tired of seeing it every time I went searching for food, Kagura. It slipped my mind when you were mapping everything out, and I didn't remember until I saw the scorch mark on that mountain over there." Inuyasha said, nudging toward the mountain.

Kagura jumped forward and had him against a tree in an instant, her hard nails digging into the side of his neck.

"What the fuck!?" Inuyasha growled loudly, pushing against her, but she was much stronger.

"Was he inside?" she spat, her voice seething behind her teeth, and her grip tightening.

Inuyasha kicked at her, and pushed her off of him, throwing her back a few feet. She landed on her bottom and was standing up in an instant. "No, you demented woman! Your precious Naraku wasn't inside! No one was!" Inuyasha shouted, kicking dirt at her.

Kagura blocked the dirt and stared at him. She'd lost her temper because of Naraku, yet again, but there was more happening inside of her. She'd wanted to see Inuyasha become violent with her as he usually was, since she'd joined their group five days ago. She had her chance to get him angry, and she took it. Both times, both times that I had a chance to provoke him—I took it—what is my problem. Kagura thought to herself before she stood up and turned on her heels and ran the other way.

Inuyasha watched as she stood up as if she was going to come at him again, but then turned as quickly as lightning and ran away from him. Inuyasha raised his eyebrows, and then looked back to see if Shippo, Miroku, or Sango had returned. None of them had, and he wondered what was taking them all so long, but then he looked back and sighed, grumbling under his breath.

Inuyasha took off to find Kagura.

In the kitchen, with Naraku

"Kagome!" Naraku shouted, but then cleared his throat, realizing he was yelling. Water touched the corners of his red eyes.

Kagome knew he was only frustrated because of the onion, and that his eyes were red because of that as well, so she walked toward where he was standing, and looked up at him. A soft smile hit her lips involuntarily and she stepped in front of him, where her back was facing him. Her small hand took the large knife out of his hand, and she began to cut the onion. She cut it fast, and with expert precision, and Naraku watched in amazement, as it didn't seem to fluster her as badly as it did him to cut the stupid vegetable up. Naraku wasn't even used to cooking, and since she'd been here, he'd had to do that a lot. Kagome finished chopping all three of the onions she'd had in front of her, and Naraku was smelling her hair. She'd done something with the lavender petals she'd been given as patchouli and made her hair smell like it, he could tell.

"Master…what are you doing?" Kagome's startled, but hesitant voice called out to him.

Naraku broke out of his trance, and noticed that he'd smelled her hair, outwardly. "I only smelled your hair, Kagome. What did you do to it?" he'd asked her, not shy about his actions at all, actually, he could feel the heat rising in his stomach, and he knew that this was a bad idea, to be this close to her while she looked and smelled like that.

Kagome chuckled again, light and airy, and then pulled her hair out of the bun, letting it bounce onto her shoulders, causing the scent to fly around the room even more, and she pulled it out to where she could smell it with her own nose. "Oh! I put the lavender leaves into the water when I bathed last night, and it made me smell good. Do you like it?" she stopped herself, wondering why in the world she cared if Naraku liked the way she smelled or not.

Naraku watched her for a few seconds before he inched closer to her, dipping her neck to the side with his large hands, he slid his nose along the length of her shoulder up to the nape of her neck, and then by her ear lobe, inhaling deep as he did so. He could smell Lavender all over her skin. It was enticing, and he could feel himself harden while he held her. His shoulders tensed, and his fingers in her hair curled into a fist, gently pulling her back to his face. "I do like it." Naraku answered, a raspy, dark voice came out of his throat, and it caused the already stricken Kagome to gasp lightly, her eyes widening at the dark shade his brown eyes had taken.

Kagome could tell what he was feeling, and she had the urge to repel him off of her, but she only knew that if she pushed him away, he'd kill her. Kagome whimpered a little, and his eyes grew wider. The noise only making his excitement worse, and in a strange way, a tingle shot up Kagome's spine when she'd noticed the tenseness that her captor had shown. How can I affect him in such a way?

Naraku growled loudly, a slow rumble, and he stood up straight, releasing Kagome's hair and clearing his throat, In a second, he had Kagome up into his arms, and he was walking sturdily down the hall.

In a clearing closer to the mountain, with Sango, Shippo and Miroku

Sango stopped, and stared at dark black grass in the center of the clearing. Jumping off of Kirara, she began to walk closer to where it seems a large residency was placed at one point. Miroku had caught up to them, and Shippo had been jumping up and down behind him, trying to keep up his pace, and now Miroku was standing beside Sango, who had bent down to pick up some of the grass.

"Miroku, this grass is just crumbling beneath my fingers." She started, her voice soft and thoughtful.

In the background, Kirara and Shippo walked around slowly together, trying to leave the two alone.

Miroku suddenly remembered, and he wished he hadn't. The memories of sharp pain shooting up his hand, and his inability to get Sango away from Naraku in time for him to leave her alone, caused him physical pain at that moment and he stepped back, staggering a little. "Sango, can you not remember this place?" he asked her, his voice hitching slowly.

Sango stood up, a little worried, and then looked around the area. Her eyes suddenly started growing wider, and she murmured under her breath. "No…." turning to face Miroku, whose face was lost and very much in pain, she felt her own chest begin to heave. "Miroku!" Sango shouted, sadness seeping from all of her pores.

Memories of her brother Kohaku, being slapped down by Naraku, and Miroku falling over in pain, tears falling from his eyes as he tried his hardest to get to her. To keep her from going to Kohaku, who was only faking pain and sympathy so that he could attack her—his own sister? Kohaku beat Sango nearly to death, and she couldn't do anything about it, because Naraku had paralyzed her with some sort of poison that Kagura had put together. Sango remembered feeling her heart break as she watched Kagura lash at Miroku with her wind knives, and she watched him try to crawl toward her.

Tears began to soak her face, and she ran to Miroku, gripped his shoulders and shook him. He was losing his focus, and so was she. Trying to forget that night along with many other encounters with Naraku. Miroku was growing angry as he thought of the whole incident, and he normally spiraled into hating himself and doubting himself when he thought of nights like that. "Miroku! Snap out of it!" Sango pleaded, her hands searching his face with her fingers.

Miroku knew she was standing there, knew that she was touching him, but he couldn't snap out of it. It made him feel like dying, realizing that the scars on Sango's back and legs was because of what her brother did to her, and her brother was able to do that to her because Miroku couldn't get to her. He couldn't. I just couldn't get to you Sango. I couldn't get to you, and it's all my fault. He told himself over and over.

Sango reeled back and closed her eyes as she slapped him hard across the face. "Miroku! Wake up!" she shouted, angrily. She wasn't about to let this happen again.

Miroku stumbled over, clutching at his face. His monk robes were dirty at the bottom because they'd been walking so long and Sango and Kagome weren't able to wash them. Miroku stood and looked back at her, his left hand resting on his cheek where she'd slapped him.

"Sango?" he'd asked her, as if it hurt him inside that she'd hit him.

"I'm sorry—I—" she started, afraid she'd upset him, she walked closer to where he was standing, and pulled his hand away, and caressed his face.

"I know." Miroku nodded, sure of what she had done that before, and then he hugged her innocently, wrapping his arms around her shoulders and pulling her to him. "I am sorry." He apologized into her ear, he apologized for everything, for the finding of this place, for reminding her of the night, for her brother, for him not being able to get to her.

Sango hugged him back, tears slowly coming out of her eyes. "I don't blame you." She whispered back.

With Inuyasha

Kagura had gone somewhere, but he had no idea where she was at this moment, and he'd almost decided to turn around and go back when he heard the leaves rustling in the trees. Inuyasha grit his teeth and murmured to himself, "I should have known she'd do that." He said, remembering her large feather, and the fact that she constantly traveled on that thing.

Inuyasha jumped up into the tree, and began to jump from tree to tree until he could see the outline of her kimono and a little bit of her pattern in an extremely tall tree about ten yards away from him. Inuyasha decided to be quiet as he snuck up on her. He'd gotten close to where she was, and then, she turned to face him.

"I could smell you from a mile away, Inuyasha. Don't try and sneak up on me." She'd said softly, before turning away.

Inuyasha looked at her in a strange way, like he was trying to understand the look on her face. "What's wrong with you, Kagura." He asked her, not as gently as he'd hoped.

Kagura's shoulders lowered, "There are a lot of things wrong with me."

Inuyasha hopped to the limb that was closest to where her feather was floating. He looked over to her, and hung his legs off of the side. "No, I mean…why did you run from me?" he was a little gentler this time.

Kagura noticed the change in his voice and demeanor and she sighed softly. "I've realized that we have to hurry, in case your Kagome be lost forever." She whispered solemnly.

Inuyasha looked at her, tilting his head. "What are you talking about?" He questioned.

Kagura began to tell Inuyasha of how Naraku treated his women, and how the demon's power was very menacing, and controlling, and that it took someone very strong to be able to get away from him. But either way, they would never be the same again. Kagura told Inuyasha of her first capture by Naraku, when he'd trained her to be incredibly strong, then he taught her to call him Master, and he'd used her body in ways she'd never understood before. He all in all made his women fall in love with him, so that it would be easier to implant them with a shard, and make them obey him.

"Y—You mean…he has…" Inuyasha was worried about Kagome, and didn't think that she would live through a captor like that, now finally, he doubted her. Rage suddenly filled him, thinking about Naraku putting his hands on her in any kind of way , made him angry.

"Yes," Kagura remembered, "but, he's never chosen a human before—and I'm not sure why he has sought out for Kagome. There must be something different about her, that he desires, so, we may have time." Kagura tried her hardest to distract the hanyou from his thoughts.

Inuyasha looked up at Kagura, whose eyes were sad. "You are in love with him aren't you?" he asked her, briskly.

Kagura grimaced under the question, and looked off into the distance. "It's kind of a love hate." She started, before turning to Inuyasha and smiling, "I think he's turned me into a masochist. I find myself searching for people to make angry, and for people to touch me in violent ways, like grabbing and pushing…." She ran her fingers over her shoulders gently. "But I blame him for that. Because truthfully…I don't want any of that."

Inuyasha couldn't say anything, he just sat with her. His thoughts were also on Kagome, and wondering what she was going through at that moment.

With Naraku

Kagome held onto his neck when he'd lifted her up, because it had shocked her nonetheless, that he had done it to begin with. Kagome should have known the day he'd told her not to worry about looking at him—she should have known that he was planning on this—and right now, she couldn't face what she was going to do. The only thing her body could do was freeze, and in situations like this—that was less than useful. Naraku was breathing so heavily under Kagome, that her chest was rising with his. Her nerves were on edge, and she felt a strange burning in the pit of her stomach. Her eyes were searching the hallway they were in, and she couldn't recognize it, he must have taken a different turn than normal. Where they were going, was a place Kagome had never been before.

Naraku's hands were incredibly large, and Kagome noticed those more than anything most of the time. One of his hands could crush her skull if he so desired that. One hand was in the middle of her back, a thick finger resting roughly against her spinal cord, and the other hand was laced underneath her bent legs, as he carried her bridal style down the hallway. Kagome began to speak, worrisome of its outcome, but wanting to break the strange silence. "Master, where are you taking me?" she asked him, her voice strong, like she wasn't utterly horrified.

Naraku looked down at Kagome and stared at her eyes, not breaking his pace at all. Kagome took in his appearance at that moment, his broad shoulders tensed, his arm muscles beneath his houri, and his long black hair flying behind him as he walked, and she knew instantly what was going to happen to her. So this is what happens to me, this time. Kagome thought to herself, her eyes shaking with worry, and her heart beginning to beat so fast she could feel it in her throat. Naraku turned his red eyes away from her, and then when they'd gotten to the door that he was heading for, he threw her over his shoulder so that he could unlock it. Kagome yelped as he tossed her over his shoulder, and listened to him rustle with his keys frantically. Then, she felt him walking again and grew nervous.

Naraku placed Kagome down on the floor, planting her feet so that she could regain her balance, and he turned to turn on the light, and lock the door back. Kagome was faced with a room much more beautiful than her own, and much larger. Naraku's bed alone was nearly the size of her room. He had a large view, and she could tell that he very much liked mountain views considering that he'd had one at each palace they'd been at.

Kagome turned then, because she'd realized it had grown eerily silent, to face Naraku, who was staring at her as if he was trying to decide something.

What are you trying to decide, Naraku? Are you trying to decide to rape me or not? You've made it to where I can't escape you anyway, why don't you just go for it? You're the big bad demon here, aren't you? Kagome thought to herself, but she also hesitated on the thought. Would it be rape? I can't stop feeling like…I knew this was going to happen from the very beginning. I was prepared for it, yet I didn't take any precautions…instead, I put perfume on, I did my hair…I dressed in an attractive fashion for this era….what else did I expect? Do I want this? Kagome pushed those thoughts out of her head, trying not to decide whether she wanted to have this kind of moment with a demon who had tried to kill her many times, because it was something she'd never wanted to think about, and never thought plausible to begin with. But still, there was that warm sensation in the pit of her stomach, and the heat rising in her thighs, as well as her fingertips itching to pull at something.

Kagome's eyes raised from the floor, staring at his feet, and all the way up to his chest, which was still heaving in such a violent way, she wondered why he hadn't moved yet. Then, her eyes rested on his face, curved in a sharp way, but smooth around his lips and his cheeks. She noticed how his hair naturally framed his face, and how his large brown eyes made him look like an innocent boy in this moment. Kagome sighed softly, her eyes locking with his, I have a plan, and in order for this to work—Inuyasha—forgive me, but I have to do what I can. She thought to herself.

Naraku's breath hitched and he growled again, his chest rumbling under it. "Why do you stare at me like that, Kagome?" he asked her, his brown eyes slowly turning into their deep red color that normally sent frightened chills down her spine.

Kagome smirked, having now composed herself to where she could act the way she needed to. "I only look at you in one way, Master." She stated, her voice taking on a softer, huskier sound.

Naraku huffed, taking a step closer to her, "And what look is that?" he asked her, his voice deep and scary.

Kagome ran her fingers through her hair, and then she stepped forward, inching closer to the demon that towered over her massively. Naraku looked down at her, raising one eyebrow, but staying still. His hands clenched into fists, caused Kagome's stomach to tighten. Weeks ago, she was frightened still of this man, and now she challenged him, right here, in this locked room—she challenged him. "Whatever look you want me to have, Master Naraku, I will have." She said her voice soft and gentle, a little bit of a whimper at the end.

Naraku released his clenched fists and began to laugh, his claws were long and sharp at the ends of his fingertips, and when he laughed Kagome could see his fangs. "I see." He said, as he lifted her again, this time by her hips, to where their eyes were level.

Kagome's feet were off of the ground, and she could feel the heat in her stomach rising almost to her throat when he touched her hips, and she pressed her hands on his shoulders, and jumping a little to where she'd wrap her legs around his hips, tightening them strongly around the demon. "Yes, you do." She whispered, "And so do I." she explained, feeling something else take over her body, as she latched her hands into his hair, and smelled him just as he had smelled her in the kitchen only moments before.

You still smell like cloves and lavender, Naraku. I'll never forget that smell. Ever.

Kagome pulled at his hair when she pulled back to look at him, and she wished she hadn't. She wished she would have just let him be this morning. Naraku's eyes were fully red now, and they looked hungry. He wasn't human Naraku anymore; he was demon, and only demon. His instincts wouldn't be that of a human, and she knew he wouldn't be gentle with her.

Naraku took three long strides, and threw her onto the bed with him, her legs still entangled around him as he shoved his mouth hard against her ill prepared lips. Kagome let out a moan of frustration from underneath him, her hips rising against his weight, feeling the heavy pressure of such a large demon on her body caused her to writhe in slight pain. Eventually, she opened her mouth and kissed him as roughly as she could. Showing him that there was no way she was going to let him win. That heat inside of her stomach was out of control now, and now it seemed to have Kagome by the strings and was using her as a puppet to tease and challenge this overly powerful demon in ways she would probably never recover. Kagome couldn't fight anymore. Naraku leaned up from his position, and was now on his knees, when he spread Kagome's legs apart, and from her body he ripped her bright red Kimono and under dress and threw them to the side. Naraku was facing a near-naked Kagome, and she stared up at him as he marveled in the sight of her. Kagome was a little confused, but more embarrassed than anything, having someone stare at her like that was a new thing for her.

"Master…" Kagome whispered, breaking him from his gaze on her chest, and snapping his eyes up at her.

Naraku collided with her again, kissing her ferociously all over her body. Licking from her neck, to the hip bones that had begun to form on her sides, and he ran his claws down the length of her arms, and he felt her buck underneath him, feeling the Goosebumps rise on her skin. He reached behind her and ran his huge hand up her spine until he met her bra, and hurriedly ripped it from behind her. Kagome knew he'd broken it, and leaned up as fast as she could to help him remove it from her chest, along with her underwear, which all but confused him when he was taking those off. Kagome pulled at his houri, and that caused a huge smirk from Naraku as she fussed with it. "Eager, are we?" he purred into her ear, as he pulled his clothes off above her, and pressed his body heavily against her smooth skin. He kissed her violently again, his tongue searching her mouth roughly, Kagome ran her hands over his muscled shoulders hesitantly, and then she too, growled beneath him, scratching her nails down the skin on his back, causing him to rear back and slam his hands over her wrists heavily, holding them to the side of her head, and he began to kiss her breasts tenderly. Sliding down to where her hips were slowly rocking in writhing motions, he grabbed both of her hip bones and pulled her hips upward.

Kagome felt her own intake of breath as she felt his long tongue slide up and around her thighs, and then finally found its destination inside of her body. Kagome had never had this happen to her, and she was just as new to this as anyone else—but something about her let that nervous part of her disappear, and left nothing but the hungry, desperate part of her. Kagome grabbed his hair into her fists as he sucked and licked all over her heat. He was making all kinds of noises beneath her, and she was turned on more and more by every growl he made as he kissed and sucked, and licked at her. Kagome began to whimper as that heat turned into a cold feeling inside of her stomach, and she began to twitch in desperate ways pulling his hair, and rocking underneath his tongue.

Naraku lifted his head up and stared at her, as she stared down at him. "What do you want?" he'd asked her, and that had thrown her off, but she recoiled and then snapped back, "No, what do You want, Master Naraku?" and that took that gorgeous smile off of his face, and he crawled up to where she could see all of him, and see exactly just from the sweat that was forming on his chest—she could see exactly what he wanted. Kagome grinned, and latched her legs around his hips as she had done before, but this time she moved him around with the newly acquired muscles and pulled him to her.

In that moment, Naraku was able to position himself perfectly, and he pressed himself just at her opening, and Kagome could feel how large he was before her. Her eyes widened, and she waited. Naraku could hear her gasping, and he hadn't even been all the way inside of her, he was just barely introducing himself to her. Naraku paused, and leaned down and bit her earlobe and licked the blood that came from it and began to suck the spot just behind her earlobe. Kagome yelped at the pain of the bite, but began to whimper in a needy way as he waited to move.

"Damn you, Naraku." Kagome's husky voice changed, rough and dark it sounded beneath him as she clutched at his hair, and arched her back. Naraku looked up from where he was, a little nip of blood still on the corner of his lip as he tilted his head at her. "What was that?" he asked, curiosity making him smile. "I said, damn you." Kagome repeated, the fear in her soul, completely gone. "For what, my sweet?" Naraku teased. Kagome leaned up and kissed him vehemently, biting at his lips, and sucking. Naraku kissed her back, and in one swift motion, pushed himself inside of her.

Naraku was the first one make a sound, he could feel how tight she was around him, and nearly felt like he couldn't move. Kagome tightened even more around him, and she moaned at the feeling, and Naraku huffed above her. He began to slowly push deeper inside of her. Kagome felt her body arch, as she could feel how thick he was inside of her, and she felt the pain she'd always heard rumors about. She was sure that there was blood, for Naraku was a large man. Her legs tightened around him, however, and she rocked her hips upward, inviting the pain. Naraku took that as a hint to move, and began thrusting as hard as he possibly could into her heat. Her screams were soon all you could hear for a long time. Naraku began to sound rough, and desperate for air as he pounded into her. He couldn't believe he'd taken her this soon, and he couldn't believe that she felt this way. He could smell the blood and realized what he'd done, but couldn't stop, because she wouldn't allow it/. It seemed that his plan was working as well as he'd hoped it would, even better in this case.

Naraku slid his hand under her, to the small of her back and lifted her up to where he was on his knees, and she was on top of him, wrapping her arms around him, he stood up, and carried her to the other side of the room, where he slammed her against a wall and continued to make the priestess scream. She was clutching at him, harder than before, having drawn his own blood a few times by her scratching, and Naraku could feel the demon inside of him growing as he hit her harder and harder. Throwing her to the wood floor, he crawled on top of her there, and took no gentle need as he slammed into her once again, and he leaned down and bit hard onto her shoulder. Causing her eyes to open wide, and she screamed until her voice was hoarse, but she kept moving her hips under him.

Kagome couldn't believe how good it felt, even though she hated herself for it all. This is Naraku! Naraku is doing this to you. He is a liar, A demon, you….you whore! She told herself. But there was something inside of her that overpowered her conscience, and she pushed Naraku up from his position, and laid him back on his back, and sat on top of him, sliding back on top of him, feeling him deep inside of her as she began to move in a rhythm so slow it made him nervous, she could feel him shake beneath her, and he grabbed her hips and tightened his claws onto her skin, Kagome could feel that strange coolness turning back into heat, and she quickened her pace, and began to whimper above him, her hair hanging over her face as she clung to his chest. Her pace became twitchy and sporadic. Naraku noticed this and then he pulled her off of him, pulling her to him as he laid her down on the bed yet again, and then began to take her slowly.

Slow, and gentle he slid in and out of her, hearing her screams turn into soft moans was almost his boiling point, as she ran her fingers over his skin sensually, he quickened, and made sure that she could feel every inch of him for a little while before she began to say his name.

"N—Naraku…Please…Master…." She whimpered into his throat as she kissed him there.

Naraku felt his own fire rise and he began to slam into her again, knowing that she was already there, she was already past the point he wanted her to be in, and now it was his turn to do what he wanted. He slammed into her so hard, he could feel her limit inside of her, and felt her walls close down on him in a violent, and heavy way, and it caused him to arch his back and he began to move so fast it was hard for Kagome to comprehend how deep he was inside of her. That's when she felt her body stiffen, and her eyes began to burn and she let out one final scream, as did Naraku, before she felt her hands start to tingle, much like they did when she was about to purify someone.

Kagome's eyes widened and she began to shake her head, and she was pushing Naraku off, when he grinned, "That's what I wanted." He said as he didn't stop. Kagome began to fight against him, feeling the energy escaping from her whether Naraku would stop or not, it was a tingly burn that was mixed with desire, and satisfaction as well as fear.

It rose, and finally exploded from her finger tips, and her eyes shot back into the back of her head, and the whole room was enveloped in a bright white. Kagome couldn't remember after that, because as soon as she'd let go of the purifying energy, she passed out beneath Naraku.

With Inuyasha and Kagura/With Sango, Shippo, and Miroku

Inuyasha was still with Kagura when he felt the ground beneath the tree he was standing on shake, and he knew that something bad had happened, and had asked Kagura to take him back to Sango and the others. Once they got into the clearing of the Mountain, they could see the burnt grass, but Sango and Miroku and Shippo were all running up to Kagura's large feather.

"Inuyasha, did you feel that?" Miroku asked, knowingly.

Inuyasha nodded, "Yes, where did it come from?" he asked.

Sango pointed off toward the west, "In that direction. But, I've never felt it that heavily and from so far away before. I could even see the light in the sky for a second." She said, sounding a little worried.

Kagura asked, "What are you talking about? That earthquake?"

Inuyasha shook his head and looked at her, "No, that wasn't an earthquake."

Kagura raised her eyebrows, "Then what was it?" she was worried now.

Shippo pounced up to where he was facing Kagura and she looked down at him. "It was purifying energy. It comes from a priestess when she is trying to protect herself." He looked down at Inuyasha, whose eyes had clouded over a little.

Kagura gasped, "You mean…"

Miroku nodded, "Kagome." He murmured gently.

Authors Note:

I hate writing sex scenes, but unfortunately in this story there will be a few-it's sort of an introduction as to who Kagome will become. It's one of the ways that Naraku turns his women or his 'slaves' into the people that they are. It will also create a strange connection between Kagome and Kagura. Don't lose faith in Kagome yet, however, she may be trapped, and may be going through strange emotions, but she knows exactly what she's doing. :) Please be kind. My apologies, also, for any typo's or misspellings that I may have missed.

~Chels.