Author's Note: Written for Iyhedonism's "voyeurism" prompt - just for fun. I so adore torturing Naraku.

Warning: THIS STORY IS VERY MA. Don't read it if you're not 18+. And that means don't REVIEW it if you're not 18+ because all it does it make me feel guilty!!

Reincarnation's a Bitch, and I Don't Mean Kikyou

Once a demon with powers so incomparably twisted that they went undreamt of by youkai and mortal alike, he winced visibly at the though of how far he had sunk. Worse even than Onigumo, who at least had wit and determination enough to welcome into himself the horde of lesser demons that created who he once was. Now he was lower than a common garden spider, smashed by a child's shoe. Yet there was one reprieve, one relief in his dreary, worthless twenty-first-century existence: the girls.

Giggling noisily, green skirts swishing above impossibly long, pale thighs, tight white blouses nearly bursting at the buttons with budding breasts, the familiar trio pushed through the doorway. Every weekday they came to him, fresh from their middle-school classes, gossiping about boys, complaining about homework, tittering and jiggling their way to him. Come to me, beckoned Naraku silently. I have what you need.

He knew what they wanted, these girls who smelled so much like that damned bitch Kagome who had herself smelled too damned much like that bitch Kikyou. Their thick black hair, spilling over supple shoulders. Their bright, keen eyes. Their blushing cheeks as they caught him staring just a little too long.

Gods, he would unleash his cock and fuck each one of them good and rough until they cried out his name and begged him never to stop! He would squeeze and bruise their ripe, juicy tits, bite their tender nipples until they squealed for mercy! He would kiss their mouths raw and bloody!

At last they approached, eager and unashamed, pointing and begging him to feed them, to fulfill their deepest cravings.

Naraku listened with eager ears, nodding encouragingly at his prey's requests. With a dark chuckle he answered them, just as always: "Would you like fries with that?"

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End Note: I so wanted to title this fic "WacDaddy," but it would have given it all away!