Disclaimer: InuYasha is not mine.
Warning: This chapter is a bit rough. I'm experimenting with my writing, and if non-con is not for you then you can skip this chapter. It was a big decision to do this but I want to write uninhibitedly. I've always loved dark characters and when I write I want them to act that way, completely with no lovey-dovey miraculous change from what I made them to be.
Enjoy if you want to read.
Sweetest Capture
By Lixia42
Chapter 5 – Upon Waking
Naraku loved watching her sleep. The room was still extremely dim due to the long black curtains draped elegantly in front of the room's magnificent window. But some solitary rays of early morning light filtered through some indiscernible cracks to bathe the room in a hazy atmosphere. Particles danced in the sunlight and caught Naraku's eyes. He frowned. He would have to get the room dusted. It wouldn't do to have his precious breathing in tainted air.
He grinned lazily, looking down at her slumbering form. Not that she didn't have more dangerous things to worry about. She was curled against his chest, her breath playing lightly and warm across him. The arm encircling her waist pulled her closer to him, cradling her head underneath his. He tenderly kissed her head. How sweet this one was.
It was like playing with a piece of finely wrought candy before eating it. He had seen the boys playing with sugared castles and horses, being careful to not break the delicate sugar. But after their play was over, o how cruelly they crushed the confection into their mouths. To enjoy what it was meant for...
His mouth curled into a slight grin. "And you are my finely wrought confection, aren't you, sweet?" He was playing nice. He was being careful not to injure his sweet unknowing captive, but soon his real enjoyment would come. She murmured incoherently against his chest and shifted apart.
He was displeased. He attributed her unconscious effort to separate himself came from the unfamiliarity of embracing another. Though this ought to have mollified him, he was still displeased. She would learn to trust him more implicitly.
"Kagome," he called softly, pulling her close again.
She mumbled some more. She felt so warm and safe and happy. But she was slowly waking up. There was something she was supposed to remember...there was a dream...and...and...."KOUGAAA!!!" she screamed, eyes shooting open and convulsively trying to escape. Her eyes caught a glimpse of black hair and...and demon eyes...she shut her eyes tight and pounded her fists against his chest. "Let go," she hissed, but he had grabbed her wrists.
Naraku was amused. Kouga must have really terrified the poor girl to make her have nightmares of him. But that was alright, it just made his job so much the easier. But she really shouldn't have used her fists against him. It annoyed him and hurt just a little. No one ever dared to strike the king. She shouldn't be an exception. Grabbing her wrists didn't seem to be working. She was almost crying now, and he could feel the panic washing off of her. Though he enjoyed that heady scent, he didn't want to awaken her powers against him.
Kagome was pinned to the bed as someone rolled over on top of her, holding her arms down by her side. "Kagome," his voice crooned. He started singing a song to her, a demonic song with words unrecognizable to her but strangely lulling. She opened her eyes to stare defiantly at him, but received a shock as memory came flooding back. He released her arms as she stared at him. His eyes, they were mesmerizing. Not in that controlling, scary scarlet hue of Kouga's...she shuddered at the recollection...but in a mysterious, protective way. Her body grew lax and limp under his as his voice rolled over her in comforting waves.
"Naraku," she breathed. He smiled gently down at her and stopped singing. "I'm sorry." Raising lethargic arms up, she pulled him into a hug. He was surprised. This girl was an affectionate little thing to those she trusted. "I had a bad dream," she admitted trustingly into his ear.
He chuckled into her hair, easing the rest of his body down to lie on top of hers. She tensed for a second but then relaxed as he started playing with her hair, raising his head and looking at her contentedly again. She felt she could trust him...he was refined. He had said he would respect her wishes.
Naraku almost laughed out loud as he saw her poor mind working to accept him, to place her full trust in him. Poor deceived dove. She was almost offering her wings for him to cut. His aura surged around them in a protective cocoon. She relaxed more against him, her eyes drifting shut.
He really did love watching her though. That tousled hair splayed about her gorgeous face, that angelic complexion with the child's bloom of healthy red on her cheeks and lips. He leaned down and gently touched his lips to hers, earning a quiet acceptance from her. Yes, she would learn to trust him. And once her powers were under his control, he wouldn't have to keep this ruse up any longer.
Why not try it out now? He mused. Gently he delved into her mind, his aura intensifying to keep her dormant. He found the essence of her mind and asked her.
May I see it? His voice asked her. Please? You said you trusted me! He made his voice plaintive and innocently boyish.
The sweet sound of her laughter filled his head. Of course you may! She laughed again. I trust you, you saved me. You're like a hero. Of impeccable virtue. Her voice was playful.
He was so close. He forced his mind to remain as blank as possible so that she wouldn't suspect. There! His mind was curling around the essence, drawing it forward, bringing it into his own mind...he had her!
He laughed triumphantly at how easy it had been, how naïve she was. And her wings were cut. She was completely under his power now. He had the essence of her power safely tucked away into his mind, so that she couldn't ever use her powers against him.
Kagome woke suddenly at the sound of his laughter. She didn't feel so warm anymore, and a tingle of fear was beginning in her back. "Naraku?" she asked tentatively. He stopped laughing and grinned down at her, not bothering to hide the fangs in his grin nor the now visible black aura swirling around him. She was aware with a jolt that he was sitting on top of her. How could I have let that happen? I'm a good girl! She thought furiously.
She tried to get up. Naraku was scaring her. He forced her down again, sliding his body against hers and trapping her against the bed not too tenderly. Where was his gentleness? She winced as he grabbed her wrists harshly and pulled them together over her head. Everything was happening so quickly...wait, how did those roped appear?
He could feel her starting to panic. He loved it. "Foolish child," he said, his voice neither warm nor nice. He couldn't stop grinning. This was too much of a windfall. "You fell right into my trap. Naïve, trusting little thing, aren't you?" He had gotten ropes of is aura to materialize almost corporeally. He made them take on the illusion of silk. He trailed the material against her neck and across her cheek. "Silky, isn't it?"
"What happened?" she was crying now, struggling to get out from under him. He bound her arms to the bed's headboard, leaving his hands free now. "I thought you were different! I thought you were my rescuer!" she was desperately trying to convince him. Or was it herself?
He leaned down against her. He could let his control go away now. He could have her. She was so warm against him, so sweetly struggling...that was good. He liked it rough.
His lips brushed against hers. "I wanted you for my own purposes." He started chuckling. "Of course you may see it! I trust you!" he mimicked, his voice laced with amusement. She turned her head away from him and cried. He was worse than Kouga. He didn't respect her wishes. Far from it! He was a true monster. She shuddered as she felt his hardness against her leg. She knew what he wanted now.
"Get off," she pleaded. "I'm not willing."
He grew furious as he heard the last line. He got off of her and stood up on the bed. He jerked her up and forced her to kneel in front of him, pressing her face to his hardness. "I'm not like Kouga, the stupid wolf, that you can dissuade me with the same words you did him," he hissed.
She tried to jerk away from him. He had her face pressed to his...his...she didn't want to think about it. Harshly he pushed her closer, rough claws in her hair. "Think about it," he commanded, voice now dark and raw. He could read her mind now, of course. He had her essence. Using one claw he ripped the material obstructing his hardness off and forced it into her mouth.
It was happening so fast! She tried not to gag as he forced himself into her mouth. Tears were streaming down her cheeks. She tried to scream but he used his new control on her to tighten the cords in her throat so that she could only give soft cries. Which was what he wanted since that aroused him even more.
He started moving in her, groaning with pleasure. Her hands strained at the bondage, trying to push him away but he mercilessly pushed her face harder into him. He came very quickly in her, spurting with a last hard thrust into her mouth. "Swallow it," he commanded thickly, eyes dark and dangerous. She was crying as she refused, trying to turn her head away and spit it out. He withdrew himself from her mouth and then knelt down to her, forcing his mouth on hers and forcing her to swallow his seed. He let her go and she collapsed against the headboard, crying and hiccupping weakly.
"Go away," she cried. "You've done enough." She was almost traumatized. That had been terrible, and so harsh...she gave a pained gasp as he pulled her hair harshly, jerking her face up to meet his as he gave another plundering kiss. She squirmed against him, trying to get away, but he pressed harder against her.
He pulled her down to the bed, his body over hers pressing her into the silken black sheets. He pulled up, gazing blackly at her, eyes so dark and crazed she was terrified. She looked so vulnerable and sweet, his claws in her silky black hair, tearstains on her rosy cheeks and ivory skin. He was a demon, and the previous ministrations he had forced her to give him had not satiated him in the least. Her body beneath his was was luscious too...
She felt him press his hips harder against hers and his hot gaze lower to her breasts. With a feral growl he ripped the material savagely, ripping and ripping as her muted screams protested. She was bare now. A dangerous claw cupped her breast, stroking it and teasing it. She was so terrified now, more than ever. No one would save her now. He pressed his face to her breasts, his tongue caressing and teasing. They were so soft, so round.
"Stop," she cried out. His face was unreadable as he stared at her.
"Don't speak," he commanded now, and ripped her underwear from her. She tried to scream, tried to speak, but she couldn't! Something was around her throat, stopping her. She could only give a short little gasp that was almost a cry. He grinned knowingly. His claws traveled down to her inner thigh and she tried to clamp her legs shut but he forcefully spread them and inserted three fingers all at once.
"You may struggle now," he breathed raggedly to her. Just as she opened her mouth to scream he crushed his lips to hers, invading her mouth with his tongue. She was struggling furiously. She could feel his hot tongue sweeping along her teeth, against her tongue, taking and taking. She could feel him ease into her an inch and she bucked harder, trying to get away from him.
I'm not willing! Her mind screamed, anguished. She felt Naraku's presence in her head.
I'm not asking, dove, she heard before she felt a searing pain in herself. Suddenly she had her voice back and she screamed and screamed. She felt her virginity break and her walls stretch, trying to accommodate the huge size inside her. He was moving harshly, grinding into her, groaning and growling.
She felt so tight, so incredibly hot and tight, he couldn't control himself any longer. He was inside her, thrusting roughly, needfully, harder and harder. The bed was shaking with the force of his thrusts. "Time to break you," he murmured. He had let the restriction on her voice go. He wanted to hear her scream. And scream she did, crying out his name. He thrust hard into her struggling body, rocking his hips madly against hers.
He could feel her sweet sweating body underneath his, struggling so deliciously. He crushed his mouth to hers, his tongue almost choking her as he ground his hips deep against her, sinking in further. His claws gripped her hips and he started to go demonic. His eyes bled red and he plunged into her furiously.
She could feel his hips hitting hers as he increased his pace furiously. She was arching against him as he forced her to, lifting her hips in time with his. She felt such pain, such betrayal, as with a few last frenzied thrusts she felt something hot spill inside her. She cried. Because underneath it all, she had felt some pleasure. And that was so twisted that she just cried.
He collapsed against her, not caring that she was struggling for breath. "Don't worry, love," he panted to her, eyes dark. "I'll make you enjoy every little encounter we'll have together." For him it had been exhilarating. He had loved it. He could have her all day and night and he wouldn't be sated. She felt so delicious to him, so sweet, so incredibly sweet...
She realized what he had done. "Stay out of my mind," she cried, trying to push him off of her with her body, as her hands were still bound. "You're despicable, taking a woman by force!"
His claw caught her chin. "Are you willing?" he asked distinctly and slowly.
"Yes," she responded automatically. Then she gasped, eyes going large with horror. "Stay out of my mind!" she wanted to die, to sleep, to escape from all of this.
"I only ask once," his voice breathed huskily into her ear. She felt him harden inside her and he started to move again. She whimpered despairingly, and lay limp and unresisting. Her mind and body had taken more than she could bear.
He was gentler this time. "You will enjoy it, Kagome" he whispered to her. And indeed, she felt the pleasure start to pool more noticeably this time, as he tweaked into her mind.
"Stop," she was crying even as her hips rose to meet his. His reply was to cover her mouth with his as he thrust gently. He took her over and over long into the day.