Infernal
By SMYGO4EVA
Blood spilled on tainted grounds, the pain nigh unbearable. The stars and moon obscured by black clouds, soft yet hostile winds upon this wretched night.
Kikyo sank to her knees, her vision blurring. Yet she still kept her head up. She couldn't move another muscle, make another step, a shudder coursing through her.
Naraku looked down upon her, his eyes baleful gold in weak light. He smiled, savoring the sight of Kikyo upon her knees. He was both human and a demon, reveling in cruelty he created in his wake. No, he was a monster in human skin. She was a former shell of a human being, who she once was.
Kikyo grimaced in pain, in anger, and in disgust, as she could still taste his blood across her lips.
Naraku kneeled down, his mouth pressed to Kikyo's ear, making her shiver with every honeyed word he spoke to her, every breath of heated air. Words that slithered and burrowed within her, not letting go, not for a second.
A twist of heat blooming, Kikyo grit her teeth, her blood-streaked arms outstretched, and then cradled Naraku's face within her hands. In sheer impulse, she pulled him into a violent kiss, messy, reckless, and feverish. Naraku made a low noise, of surprise, of triumph, and of lust, the sound vibrating against Kikyo's lips, making her moan and scrape her teeth along his tongue.
Naraku pulled Kikyo close, an arm around her waist, a hand trailing and cupping between her legs. His fingers rubbed her through the front of her priestess outfit, feeling the unmistakable warmth of arousal.
A low chuckle escaped him when Kikyo broke away, her head falling back, gasping, bucking to his touch.
His eyes narrowed and intent; Kikyo was caught within his gaze; hatred and desire burned deep in her, and she couldn't look away.
Naraku pressed his fingers to the apex of her legs, his thumb upon her clit. Kikyo gasped out aloud, all before pushing him to the ground, thighs spreading, straddling him, and pressed her mouth to his once again.
The demon did not hesitate, did not ask; he did not need to hear the priestess's pleading words. She said it loud and clear with her face, a nod, and her greedy hands smearing blood upon his chest.
She pulled down the dirtied trousers of her uniform, her damp entrance waiting for him. His hands tore away from her glistening core for mere moments, releasing his thickening cock for her, ready and awaiting. She wordlessly took him within her in one swift motion, both gasping aloud, her entrance clenching around him, his member throbbing inside her slick warmth.
Naraku moved in and kissed Kikyo once again, eagerly, hungrily, and she returned with equal fervor, all as he thrusted up into her, over, over, and over again.
Kikyo's low voice became high-pitched soft pants, pliant cries, swelling and oh so close, her form shaking, much more alive. Naraku sped up his thrusts, his moans ragged, his pace ravaging, beastly, his cock rigid inside her, almost at a loss with this feeling. Being inside her and taking in such wanton, beautiful agony felt oh so good. He was her ruin, and she was his destruction.
Kikyo moaned aloud, and the growing feeling soon erupted in her whole being. Her body shook, white hotness erupting inside her, and she threw back her head, a single sweet cry piercing the silence, a sweet melodious cry that made the demon lose it.
Naraku arched his back, shutting his eyes, and loudly moaned out his release, white hot light enveloping him and rendering him helpless, immobile, shooting his hot release inside the priestess, marking her, claiming her, as just as much as she claimed him as hers and hers alone.
The black night then fell silent, the deep melancholy ebbing away into the all-encompassing. The twisted, aching, and tangled moment in their shared hell was theirs.