Once more I found myself in Naraku's presence. I was wearing a beautiful kimono colored in the purple he preferred and done up with gold filigree.
He admitted me immediately.
"Priestess." Naraku said. "Why have you yet to strike me down? Surely you intend to."
"I do not." I said, confused.
Her blue eyes widened as she took in his handsome face.
He used his tentacles to pull her to him and cupped her face in his hands. He pulled her to his lips and begin to kiss her, possess her, make her his. To scent her.
I, for my part, kissed him back. He was beautiful, magnetic, and attractive.
Slowly I lost myself to him.
I awoke hours later, mated to him and heavy with child, with his next incarnation.
He came to me and carressed my growing stomach and called me anata.
Xxx
Naraku now posssessed the Wind Priestess. He had never possessed a woman. Not Kikyo and not Kagome, and certainly not Kagura who ran from him to that Sesshomaru.
She was beautiful, heavily pregnant with his child.
He loved her and he ran his demonic hands over her skin and her breasts and her growing belly.
He kissed her neck and marked her and wanted her always.
Naraku was content with the young priestess.
One day she asked for permission to seek out her younger sister; and he promised her he would find the woman to be her companion.
He then kissed her in promise.