Author's Note: Thanks to Kira for the idea of Naraku the artiste, and for requesting more of this series! Crossposted to LJ's Hentai-Contest for its Leather & Lace prompt.
Violation
Naraku chuckled to himself, low and menacing, giving a thrill to his own ears and a shiver through his every sinew and tentacle. He hunched before his computer, moving the mouse to draw the lovely lines of a woman's pale thigh on a pirated copy of Photoshop. Her legs were spread so wide, covered only with delicate lace. So delicious! He used a premade image for the lace, of course, though he would not admit it when he posted it to the online site, deliciously known as deviantArt. Beside the reclining beauty (who looked remarkably like Kikyou), her twin was roughly sketched, equally lush and feminine but with less precision in perspective than he liked. Still, there was no less perverseness for his limitations in skill, and there were his followers who delighted at each new yuri masterpiece he put up. The second girl crouched in leather chaps (and nothing else), showing her round, shining behind as she shoved an enormous, shiny black dildo into her partner. Such blushing cheeks! Such daintily parted lips, crying out in pleasure and pain! Naraku took his hentai seriously, and he created it with wicked if amateur flourish. Always the same two girls he drew, with their lush black hair and enormous breasts. How their pert pink nipples shone with just the touch of white highlight on the tips! He echoed the highlight next in their dark, shining eyes. Ah, this piece truly was a gem.
As he filled in the pink of Kagome's—or rather the second girl's—mouth, he jumped as a chime on his computer indicated a new email message. He switched over from Photoshop to Firefox and retrieved the new mail. Instantly, his nostrils flared and his eyes burned! Not again! DeviantArt had once more banned him for graphic sexual portrayals that violated their terms of service. And this time he was banned not only by account and email but by IP! Damn it! He knew the idiots who ran the site were as male and perverted as he, so it must, once again, be his detractors, those feminazis who were always on the lookout for the telltale style, the touches of blood between the thighs, the undead look in Kikyou's—the first girl's—eyes! His signature flourish! He would not yield to this Puritanical oppression! This was ART!
With a grumble and a growl, he opened Yahoo Messenger and dropped a line to ecchi_monk1:
Hey, Miroku, stop playing WoW for a minute, you giant nerd! I need you to show me how to fake a new IP address! dA banned me again!