Warning: Smut. Twisted smut. Only read if you can handle Naraku level mind-bendy perversion.
Shapeshifter
Idle hands and idle minds are the devil's tools, or so some foreigner had said once. Naraku could not remember who. Most likely some God-fearing human had invented the phrase to keep people busy, so as not to lull into evil machinations.
But if, for instance, the devil himself became idle, who made tools of his hands? What cardinal sin would he fall prey to?
Naraku sighed, leaning heavily against a wall. Flickering flames from lit braziers outside poured splashes of orange onto the sliding doors of his chambers.
He'd heard no news from his incarnations concerning any jewel shards' locations. His Saimyōshō had fared no better. Inuyasha's group similarly hadn't made any progress, and who knew where the resurrected Kikyo had skulked off to.
Glazed crimson eyes slid to one side, veiled with boredom. His castle lay deafeningly quiet. Conjuring a servant, Naraku instructed them to pour some saké for him.
When left alone once more, he indulged in the hot, bitter taste alcohol ignited in his throat. Ruminating over his enemies, his thoughts inevitably strayed to that which proved ever elusive.
Kikyo.
Running a hand through dark, dishevelled hair, he let out a smokey purr, hatred and desire churning his stomach, stirring heated blood. The multitude of demons that had conglomerated into creating him hissed and writhed at the mere thought of her; fearing the power she wielded. Another, buried, yearning part of his soul panted in the dark, Onigumo ever stirring. Ever watchful.
Naturally as breathing, his hand crept down the parting of his robes, deciding to sate the baser urges of his deficient human side. The sin the Devil indulged in tonight would be lust.
Turning his head, Naraku gazed into a full-length mirror further away. Kagewaki's handsome features looked back at him. What a fine face. He felt he'd chosen well. Soft lips parted as Naraku loosened his obi, dipping a hand into the silken parting of his clothing and finding his member already slightly stirred. Giving it a languid stroke, Kagewaki's face twisted into feral anticipation, his masculine features shifting and blurring.
Dark, rumpled hair smoothed out into flat, smooth strands like spilt ink. Pale skin lightened into a ghostly pallor. The hard line of his jaw shifted, dark lashes becoming longer. Red eyes dyed earthy, flinty brown.
Kikyo smiled in the mirror.
He never tired of looking at her, a habit left over from his original body. Even when Onigumo's skin had been reduced to nothing but burns, blisters and oozing puss, his lid-less eye had watched her for hours as she'd tended to him. What a beautiful, porcelain face. She looked just like a doll.
His cock stirred. A breakable doll.
Naraku roughly yanked his clothing down, exposing the perfect shape of Kikyo's pale breasts to his hungry gaze. He cupped one, squeezing and palming the soft flesh, teasing a nipple and watching her mouth open in a silent gasp.
Stroking his cock hidden beneath the folds of his clothing, purposefully not changing his genitals yet, he indulged himself in the detestable blight that was human desire.
The breathy noises he made slipped out as her melodic tones- music to his ears. She arched for him in the mirror, the back of her head digging into the wall as she tilted her lovely chin up and sighed. Naraku panted, pumping himself harder, before yanking the rest of his clothing aside and changing the weight of his cock in his hand.
By the time Kikyo spread her legs in the reflection, he'd sank two fingers inside her slick folds. Spreading them, he admired the pink, warm flesh, running a thumb over her hardened bead.
"She'd truly find this little indulgence disgusting," Naraku hummed, raising his gaze to the hazy brown eyes looking back at him.
Her eyes were never quite right. He could never capture the cool disdain. The festering hatred. It gave him the shivers just thinking about it.
Undoing such a calm, controlled, powerful woman was something to be relished. Onigumo had had good taste, even if his ridiculous human heart was nothing but a nuisance.
Twisting his fingers harder around Kikyo's nipple, he thrust two digits roughly inside her, pumping as she moaned, canting her hips. Saliva pooled and ran down his chin, giving the miko a positively delicious appearance.
When her toes finally curled, strong thighs shuddering as a loud groan filled the room, Naraku panted, withdrawing soaked, twitching fingers.
It had not sated his appetite. Not by a long shot.
Tsking, he half-heartedly slid his arms into his sleeves, robes gaping open as he leaned back languidly against the wall, sipping sake once more.
"The depths of your depraved lust are a bottomless pit, are they not, Onigumo?" He asked the open air, admiring the way shadows and warm light fell upon Kikyo's exposed breasts.
Motioning an elegant hand to the patterned door, he conjured a demon puppet to life within a certain room of the castle.
After a few minutes of waiting, however, he frowned. They were taking longer than expected to dress and arrive. His powers weren't failing. What was-
The door slid back near silently, a dark-haired woman stepping into the room. She looked down her nose at him, eyes narrow and running over her double's features.
"You truly are a sad, vile, disgusting creature," she uttered in cool tones.
Naraku arched a brow, smiling. Well, this was progress. His puppets appeared to be learning. It was troublesome having to remind them how Kikyo talked.
Lifting a hand, he plucked ivory fingers in the air in a come hither motion. "Won't you join me?" He asked in her own steady voice.
"Change back. If I wanted to converse with a pale imitation of me, I'd go speak with Kagome."
"So cruel," Naraku chuckled, his dark, masculine features rearranging back into place. Pouring some clear liquid into a cup, he offered it out to her. "Ah… wait," he hummed. "You are a priestess, after all. Perhaps I shouldn't offer you alcohol."
Brown eyes narrowed. The Kikyo puppet then took a breath, sliding the door shut behind her.
Naraku watched as she set down her bow and quiver of arrows by the door. She approached with a measured pace, gazing at him with contempt.
Odd that she seemed to pause and think before finally folding her legs to sit nearby, gracefully snatching the cup. He rarely imbued his puppets with complex thoughts.
Kikyo lifted the sake to her lips and drank, swallowing with a wince and covering up a cough.
Naraku smirked. Of course she'd be unused to it. What a nice detail for him to have included, it made her feel so much more human. Real. He inwardly pat himself on the back.
"You use my image often to ease your boredom, don't you?" she said.
Naraku downed the last of his drink. It flowed through his throat like acidic, warm honey. "Until I rid myself of Onigumo's heart completely, I see no point in holding myself back from indulgence. It silences his irritating impulses."
Kikyo glanced at him, guarded and wary. She then set the porcelain cup down. Reaching behind her head, she removed her white hair tie.
Crimson eyes widened slightly as inky straight hair fell down, fanning around slim shoulders.
"I am curious about the state of my body and whether I could fully embrace Inuyasha, so I suppose you will have to do," she was muttering, rising and casually sweeping herself down onto his lap.
Naraku stiffened. "What?"
Perfect lips curved. "You like to play games with people. I'd have thought you'd understand; I am using your pitiful excuse of a body to experiment for my own means."
This was unprecedented. His puppets usually waited for him to make the first move. They were ultimately subservient to his will.
Kikyo gazed at him with cruel, dark eyes. His heart began thundering. A faint gasp hissed through clenched teeth as a firm grip latched onto his hair- tugging hard. Kikyo leaned closer, hakama clad thighs squeezing tight around his waist. "Something wrong, Onigumo? Aren't I everything you wished for? You're much shyer than expected."
Dazed red eyes flashed, throwing his weight forward.
Naraku had her pinned beneath him in an instant, hand clasping around her neck.
"I am not Onigumo," he murmured softly, grip tightening. Though she didn't need to breathe, Kikyo winced at the steel band pressing hard around her throat. "You'd like that, wouldn't you? If I were my pitiful mortal self. He'd have been content with a quick fuck or your meagre offer of an experiment. Willing or unwilling, he'd have taken you. I, however, feel a yearning to lovingly break you."
Kikyo grit her teeth, pressing the heel of her hand into his chest and whipping a dagger out from the sleeve of her kosode. In a flash, she'd pressed it against his neck.
"As always, you're content to spout poison before taking action. Are you going to- gn- actually do anything, pitiful half-demon?"
Naraku let out a low noise. With his free hand, he yanked the white parting of her clothing aside. Unlike his usual fantasy- the miko's chest lay bound.
Tilting his head slightly with little regard for knife biting into his flesh, Naraku considered her, easing his grip.
"Big words, yet you appear so virginal, my dear Kikyo. Tell me, did Inuyasha take your maidenhead while you were alive? Did you defile your sacred oath as a priestess?"
Kikyo adjusted the blade to rest in between their chests so that his full weight couldn't bear down on her. She then smiled, a mocking laugh thrumming through his eardrums.
"If I told you, it would spoil my amusement. I suppose you'll have to find out. I can't promise what awaits you inside will be pleasant though."
Naraku smirked, cock hard and ready, nestling close at her thigh as he shifted her clothing. The priestess took him by surprise by pulling his obi loose and shoving dark robes aside, guiding his hips down.
Well, if his puppet wanted it that badly, he must've poured a lot more sexual frustration into his creation than first thought. He allowed her to guide the head of his cock to her entrance, before Kikyo's grip became hard, dragging lean hips in as long legs hooked around his waist.
Naraku gasped and stiffened.
He hadn't realised it, but in all his lays with fake imitations- they'd always been wet and ready.
Kikyo's dark brown eyes stared up at him emotionlessly.
Dazed attention fell to his hands at her slim waist and neck. Prying them off, Naraku's entire world halted and tilted on its axis.
Clay dusted his fingers, rendering them murky grey.
"What's wrong, Naraku?"
Her voice sounded condescending, flinty and gloating. He hated it. Loved it.
Shuddering slightly, he met her doleful gaze. "Am I not warm enough inside for you?" Kikyo shoved him back suddenly, toppling the Hanyou. His back collided with the wall. She stayed locked onto him, forcing him to remain sheathed inside. "I'm so very sorry. That's what becomes of those who lay with corpses, I suppose."
She began moving, thighs and inner walls clenching, unforgivingly tight around his cock. She did not possess an inner warmth- body cold.
Despite her words, Naraku sensed something beneath her confidence. Pushing past his shock, he tried to focus, latch onto the undercurrent of... sadness? Grief? Mourning. Was she mourning the condition of her own body?
Ah, she'd been genuine in wanting a test run.
Inuyasha wouldn't want her like this. No one would want her like this.
Naraku calmed enough to smile, sweat beading on his forehead. She was covering up her hurt and disappointment by trying to spin sex with her as a punishment for him. How... utterly delightful.
Throwing his head back, Naraku laughed loudly, uproariously. In the bellowing noise, he poured his satisfaction, victory and excitement.
Kikyo's eyes cracked wide.
Collecting himself, Naraku knocked the knife from her hand- sending it skittering across the floor. He then gathered her closer and shoved hard- unforgiving lips against hers.
Making a muffled noise of outrage, Kikyo pushed at his shoulders, attempting to turn her face away. Naraku closed his teeth over her bottom lip and bit down, feeling her stiffen around him. Her walls fluttered. Pushing his tongue inside her mouth, he curled a hand in soft strands that whispered overheated skin. Kikyo growled, squirming on his lap and riding him, urging his cock deeper.
Ripping his mouth from hers, Naraku panted.
"Poor, poor, Kikyo. I can give voice to your silent fears; yes, no one will want to lie with a corpse, least of all Inuyasha. Not when he has a nice, warm, living girl," he said with dismay, relishing in her flinch. "But- my dear, stupid- very much real priestess," he grabbed her hips, lifting them off so that his cock slid free, the head beading with pre-cum. Crimson eyes met startled brown.
"Monsters lay with monsters. I'll gladly consume what's left of you."
Shoving three fingers in his mouth, Naraku lathered them with saliva before thrusting them inside her. Kikyo jolted and grabbed onto his shoulders, gasping.
Repeating this until she was sufficiently wet enough, Naraku yanked her back down, impaling her on his cock. The priestess let out a snarling cry.
"You're not dead from the waist-down," his lips found her ear. "Don't pretend like you are. You should never have come here, Kikyo. Did you honestly think you could ever have dominion over me?"
Kikyo panted, groaning and writhing as he began moving, thrusting his hips. He buried his aching cock deep inside her, until the lack of heat didn't matter. He was warm enough for the both of them, the fire building in his abdomen consuming.
Blunt teeth scraped and snagged over her sarashi, biting into the cotton binding. Kikyo jolted as his tongue roved over the layers, seeking something. He yanked the material aside to close a hot, starving mouth over her hard nipple, sucking it greedily.
The priestess gasped, hissing- yet remaining curiously quiet. Naraku glanced at her through the haze of desire, continuing to move his hips, jolting her.
Unless...
His tongue paused where it roved over her breast.
Unless she'd gone there, expecting to carry out her little experiment- and also knowing that no matter the result; he would not reject her.
His eyes widened slightly. She could use him to her heart's content and he'd never turn her down, no matter what form she took. All along, Kikyo had foreseen this. It was there in her narrow, steady gaze as she gripped him hard enough to bruise.
She was the victor here, not him. If Naraku had not fallen prey to Onigumo's heart, he could've- should've- delivered a staggering blow to her ego by turning her down.
She began moving atop him again, and Naraku suddenly couldn't bring himself to care. He'd nurse his wounds later. Right then, he was buried snugly inside the elusive, powerful woman he'd kill one day.
Breathy, quiet noises escaped her. She sounded perfectly polite in her pleasure- but he wanted her screams.
Naraku buried his face in Kikyo's neck, inhaling her macabre scent of graveyard soil, death and lycoris flowers. He missed the odour of demon blood she'd used to carry, but this would do. Moaning, he bit down.
Kikyo tensed and cried out- choking on a high yelp when his thumb found her clit and started rubbing hard.
No heat could darken her cheeks, but the woman's lovely head tilted back, mouth open in a silent cry. Naraku committed her expression of shameless arousal to memory. He wished he could force Inuyasha to watch them. His cock twitched- and Naraku groaned, pounding inside the writhing maiden with quick, rough thrusts, fit for a former bandit. Kikyo scratched angry red trails down his back, dragging right over the spider mark and eliciting a shudder. When flecks of holy powers sparked and burned his flesh from her fingers, he only jolted and laughed.
Paying her back in kind- he bit the side of her neck until he tasted blood, and bit harder until he felt her break under his teeth as he mangled her clay vessel. Kikyo screamed, clenching tight around him and coming undone just as his seed filled her to the brim.
Naraku panted, relishing her briefly glazed look. The rumpled hair- the parted lips- the scent of reiki and his slightly charred flesh. He leaned back against the wall, slumping slightly.
Kikyo immediately used his shoulders as leverage to hoist herself up, staggering off him unsteadily. His seed slid down her thighs. She adjusted her clothing and fixed her loose binding.
A crack marring the left side of her perfect, porcelain skin was all Naraku could focus on. "What became of my actual puppet?" he asked casually.
"I destroyed it on my way in. You really should tighten your security around here. Anyone could just wander in."
Naraku hummed. Curiously, her eyes seemed brighter when she looked at him again. A blush of life seemed to lighten her steps away from him. "Thank you for being completely predictable, by the way. I suppose I shouldn't have worried. So long as you have Onigumo's heart, you really are susceptible to male weaknesses."
His lips twitched up, lifting her forgotten hair tie, clutching it between forefinger and thumb. "And as long as you wander this earth; you're just as susceptible to human emotions despite being a corpse, Kikyo. Tread carefully."
Kikyo picked up her weapons, dishevelled hair swaying about her cheeks as she glanced at him out of the corner of her eye. "The same to you."
Watching her leave with an unreadable expression, Naraku turned his attention to the forgotten white hair tie in his hand. Ghosting delicate cotton over his lips, dark lashes lowered until only half-lidded, glowing eyes could be seen in the harsh shadows of the room- braziers having snuffed out.
In the darkness, he crushed the last remaining trace of her within his palm.