Maelstrom
By SMYGO4EVA

Rot….

Rot..

Rot…

Everything was rot from the inside out, as dark red blood coated the ground.

The darkened skies snuffed out any light in the distance, and far beyond the forests. There was no one to came to anyone's rescue, nor shall they.

Kikyo knew that this cycle would never end, crossing paths with Naraku, the one who had given her such torment and misery. She didn't want it to, as she welcomed such suffering, as she was foolish enough to hold onto something as weak as affection.

Naraku was all too aware of such notion, such human weakness, and he was all the more willing to indulge her. Time and time again, their eyes met, tinged with hatred and lust, and they fought tooth and nail each and every time.

Kikyo breathed through the pain, though she could not hear her own heartbeat, as she was not human, not anymore. Naraku grinned darkly, having given up his humanity long ago, slipping more and more into madness.

Coated from head to toe in blood , Kikyo stepped forward, her eyes narrowed, and Naraku moved to her, bloodlust nigh unquenchable. Without a moment's hesitation, she grabbed onto his arms, and pulled him towards her, her lips pressed onto his mouth.

He tasted of viscera, fresh blood, and of rot. She was too familiar of the taste of his flesh, and she couldn't get enough, and she hated herself for that. She didn't resist when he pulled her close to him, her chest pushed up against his.

His arms snaked around her, his enemy, his love, caught in his trap. Moving away from her mouth and lowering them both down onto the bloodied dirt, Naraku pulled Kikyo onto his lap, a dark smile growing on his features.

Kikyo only glared at him, her teeth clenched, but she did not try to break free. She then swallowed as she felt her desire fester and grow within her, the wetness between her legs nigh excruciating. She let one of her hands move far from the demon, keeping him still and his eyes on her. Her hand crept down her chest, her own touch leaving pinpricks of excitement, something she had not felt in quite some time.

Her hand crept under the cloth of her trousers, feeling the wetness of her throbbing core, and her fingers curled onto the sensitive flesh. Such sensations, tingling, twisting, and white-hot; she was denied this, and she only wanted more. She closed her eyes, tilting her head back, dipping her fingers inside her wet core, while her other hand grasped onto the demon's shoulder for dear life.

Naraku felt his mouth go dry at such a sight; the priestess was pleasuring herself in front of him, her shaky breaths and quiet sighs stirring his own arousal, his hardness bulging through his trousers. He groaned, cupping himself, his heartbeat pounding in his chest, thunderously, so that they both heard it.

Kikyo closed her eyes shut, feeling Naraku's gaze, predatory, hungry, and eager; he would have to take this from her if she was to stop now. Her fingers thrust inside her core in and out, the scent of her own arousal intoxicating. Something was building, building, building up inside, and she couldn't, no, didn't want to stop.

The demon's hands clenched, his nails elongating into claws.

Her high-pitched sighs…

His own desire boiling over..

No, he wouldn't wait any longer.

With a rough growl, Naraku urged himself forward, breaking Kikyo's movements, and before she could say anything, he pulled down her trousers, revealing her fingers deep in her soaking core. He pulled her hand away, his tongue lapping up her juices coating her fingers. Kikyo grunted, her release cut short, and she took the chance to reach for the demon's trousers and reaching in, his hard cock stiff in her hand.

Naraku then released himself from the confines of his trousers, very keen on much needed satisfaction. Kikyo aligned her entrance to the demon's twisting cock, and she lowered herself down, gasping out as the sensation of being filled was hers again.

Naraku pulled Kikyo close to him, thrusting up inside her, grunting and growling as she clung onto him, her arms around his shoulders. The mixing of her blood and his seed oozing together was dirty, disgusting, and they both could not help but love it, such an unholy union.

They agreed to this, and it was all more haunting.

Kikyo's hands clutched onto Naraku, desperately, aching, and wanton. Naraku breathed in her long black hair, taking in the scent of a woman being fucked, his woman, his Kikyo, plunging himself deeper into the tightness of her core.

Kikyo moved in close, brushing her lips with Naraku's own, blood dribbling, and their release getting closer and closer by the second.

He wanted to see her fall apart, and she wanted to see him give in.

They moved together, the rhythm growing, growing, building and tightening. The sounds of his deep moans and her high-pitched breaths were the only noises in the dark red forest. The constant sensation if being filled roared the blood in her ears, and the tight-hot feel of her brought him to the brink.

Tightening, tightening, tightening, and tightening, until it finally snapped, breaking in twain.

Kikyo threw back her head, gasping out, her release consuming her. Naraku growled out his own pleasure, burying his face into her neck, releasing his white-hot desire inside her, as everything coalesced and hazed together.

Such bloodlust swallowed them whole, with the rot, lingering delight and darkness lying just ahead.