I give you this on Christmas day because I am bored and have nothing to do while I wait for dinner to finish cooking. So I hope you all enjoy. Much love and have a very Merry Christmas. Keva
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Kagome looked at her watch and sighed deeply. "Two o'clock. Thirty more minutes and I can go home." The little bell on the door rang causing her to glace over at the person who entered. "Kenshi-san" She greeted with a small bow of her head. "How are you doing today?"
The elderly man gave a curt nod of his head in response then shuffled his way back to the office.
Kagome sighed deeply. Why didn't the old man ever talk to her; other than to tell her what was needed for the store and what days he wasn't going to be coming to work. Was she so plain and boring that even an old man didn't have time for her?
She gathered her things and began preparing to leave for the day. Not that she had a lot to gather; just her purse and her book, the only real perk Kenshi allowed her to have. She could take home any book she wanted so long as it didn't get ruined and if someone wanted to buy it she had to relinquish it.
She stared down at the book and seemingly locked stares with the blue eyed woman on the cover. Lady Jane live a very eventful life until she; like Marie Antoinette, was beheaded for treason.
Although unlike most historical women she read about she was most like Lady Jane... well her early life anyway. Mild, meek, unassuming, and generally quiet; getting lost in books as an escape from the reality that is her devoid life. Then by the age of fifteen she was queen of England; mostly through luck and circumstance and only held reign for nine days; but still she was queen then at sixteen she was killed for treason.
Here she was twenty-three and had what exactly to show for it? An extensive knowledge of historical women? A nothing life except her work in an old book store, no friends, distant family, no boyfriend, no nothing. Her life of being lost in books as an escape wasn't as fulfilling as she thought it was yesterday.
Her eyes drifted to the garbage can and the corner of the business card caught her eye. If she wanted a change maybe he could give it to her. She got off the barstool and plucked the card from the small can; thankful no one ever emptied it except for her, and stared at the blood red letters. Yes she would meet with him and if she didn't like what he had to offer; she would return to her ho-hum life and never look back.
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Kagome stared at the entrance to the café trying to steel her resolve and forcing her feet to carry her inside. "I can always leave if I don't like what he says or does." She whispered boldly to herself.
That little statement gave her the go and she slowly walked into the café; easily spotting the dark man she was there to meet.
Naraku sipped his tea as he watched the girl through the window. Truly he was shocked that she even found the spine to show up at all; and had to wonder if the stiffness of her spine would break and wither before she took the first step towards the door.
A dark smirk pulled on his lips when her boring little lips moved; giving herself the little extra edge she need to come to him. As she entered the café; he watched, not her but the other patrons sitting at various tables, eating, drinking tea or coffee, or just quietly talking amongst themselves and just as he suspected not one single person looked up at her as she walked by.
His deep dark eyes locked with her dull brown as she quietly and meekly sat down in the chair he pushed out with his foot for her. "I'm surprised you found the strength to show up." He mocked darkly.
Kagome stared at him and began to wither slowly under his intense steely gaze that and the dark blue stripes across his eye lids creeped her out. Blue lined lids? Did he have those yesterday and if so why didn't she notice them? "I can leave if I don't like what you say or do."
Her voice was so weak and quiet he nearly had to strain himself to hear her. As much as she thought that statement and used it to give herself strength; she wouldn't leave, no matter what he did to her. "So I assume you wish to escape your pathetic boring little life and sink your teeth into the thrill of excitement." He stated with another sip of his tea.
Kagome dropped her eyes to her lap and stared at her knotting fingers. "Hai" She answered with a small nod.
Naraku set his cup down on the table then drummed his fingers against the glass. "Tell me girl; how bad do you want out of your meaningless existence?" When her eyes shot up to his face he grinned a dark evil grin at her. "It is meaningless; doubt it not."
As his words roll over in her head; weighing her down with the heavy truth she had so long avoided, his hand went to his hip and plucked the knife from his belt. A gasp caught in her throat when he slowly pulled the sharp steel blade open. "You are going to kill me." She whispered in paled fear.
Naraku set the knife down on the table, hooked his foot under the cross bar between the legs of her chair, and pulled her towards him; forcing her legs to part open to make room for the mass of his leg. He placed his hands on her knees and leaned forward into her face. "Do you think that anyone would notice if I killed you now?"
Deep charcoal eyes bored in to her fearful browns as the blood dropped from her face; leaving her a ghostly white.
"Look around you. Do you see anyone acknowledging your existence or even taking time to glace at you to see what you are doing?" He leaned in even closer until he was nearly nose to nose to her. "If I killed you right here right now no one would care that you were dead and gone. I highly doubt that anyone would put a lot of effort into seeking out your killer as you would have no one seeking justice for your name."
She could feel her heart being sliced apart with every word he said; the blade of truth cut worse than the sharp deadly knife he produced ever could.
"You want to return to your plain life tell me now and I will let you walk out of here like nothing happened."
His eyes suddenly darkened to the darkest black she had ever seen when his next words passed his lips.
"You can be more than nothing." He watched the war flicker in her dull brown eyes and the need for excitement murdered fear with its own bare hands without much of a struggle. His lips pulled up into a dark smile when she gave a small nod of acceptance. "Very well." He grinned then hooked his fingers around her knees and jerked her legs wide open.
Kagome eeped and before she had a chance to finish the small noise; he pulled her legs towards him until her fleshy little bottom was sitting on the edge of the chair and she was leaning back awkwardly against the backrest.
Naraku grabbed the sharp knife from the table with his right hand while his left hand slipped up between her legs, under her skirt, and pinched the fabric of her nylons and underwear between his thumb and forefinger.
Kagome again gasped when she felt him touch her where none have touched in well over four years now. Her eyes suddenly went wide when the hand with the knife joined its counter part and the sound of tearing fabric caught her ears. Her hands locked onto the edges of the chair in a white knuckle grip; for fear if she let go she would vanish into nothingness when the sharp blade of the knife was sunk deep into her flesh.
Naraku drank in her little display of terror as he made a large cut; from clit to ass, in her undergarments, and still not a single person paid much attention to what he was doing to her. At most he acquired a few glances from other patrons after they quickly swept their eyes over the girl in the chair.
He retracted his right hand and placed the knife back on the table while the forefinger of his left found her tight little hole and slid in deeply; causing her inner muscle to clench tightly around his digit.
Kagome gasped against the slightly painful intrusion of his finger then bit sharply upon her bottom lip when he began pumping within her core. A small nearly inaudible moan passed her lips when his thumb found her clit and began rubbing harsh circles upon it.
Naraku watched her face scrunch up as she tried to fight off the feelings of pleasure he was forcing her body to experience and he had to wonder when was the last time a male had touched her so intimately.
He could feel her wetness coating his finger as her entire body tightened as she drew ever closer to her release. However; he wasn't going to allow her the pleasure of orgasm, just yet anyway. Just when he was sure she was going to explode he withdrew his finger and watched the show of painful unfulfillment play out across her features.
When her glazed over browns opened and locked with his deep black he reached down into his bag and plucked a rather thick looking pyramid shaped black thing and held it up in her line of sight for a moment; letting her foggy mind process what he had in his hand.
Kagome snapped out of her pleasure filled haze when the anal plug disappeared from sight under her skirt. Her eyes locked with his hard onyx when she felt the tip of it slide into her wet little pussy then twist and turn so that it was coated with the juices of her denied release.
Her grip on the chair intensified when she felt him slide it across the small length of skin between her wet core to her never before touched puckered hole. Her eyes began to water as her teeth bit harshly into her bottom lip when he pressed the tip of the rubber plug past her ring of muscles.
Naraku relished in the emotions playing in her dull eyes and the battle waging within her own mind and body as to whether or not she should continue to suffer from this indignity. Yet she made no words of protest nor did she fight him when he pushed the anal plug home with her own muscles locking it into place around the small indented ring at the base.
Once the plug was securely in place he leaned back, crossed his arms over his chest, and watched her come down from the high and low of pain and pleasure she had forced herself to endure for the sake of being more than a blank face in the world.
Kagome sat there panting lightly; trying not to make too much of a scene, and working madly to get her raging hormones back under control and cooled down. She just couldn't believe she sat there and did nothing while he violated her in such a fashion… although it was rather exciting and the most interesting thing that had happened to her in the seven years.
Naraku cut his eyes to the door when a man with dark brown hair and a strange star like tattoo on his forehead entered the café. He locked stares with him for a moment, gave a curt nod, and returned his attention to the female before him. When her eyes locked with his he gave her a curt nod. "Be at my shop tonight at seven do not be late. Now leave." He ordered as he shoved her chair away from him with his foot.
The sudden movement of the chair jarred Kagome completely back into the here and now. She gave a small nod and tried to hide the furious blush on her face as she rose to her feet. She could feel the plug in her anal cavity shifting with her movements but maintaining its place within her body as she awkwardly walked out of the café.
Once she was out of sight Naraku closed his knife, clipped it back onto his hip, rose to his feet, and made his way over to the younger man sitting in a booth. He slid into the seat across from him and stared at him. "Did you finish it?"
Bankotsu nodded. "Yea; I just have to refine the needle and sharpen it then it will be ready. It shouldn't take any more than an hour to get it completely done."
"Perfect." Naraku smirked then withdrew an old book from his bag and slid it across to his friend. "The picture in the back I will need to have ready this evening. You will be putting it on the girl that just left."
Bankotsu flipped the book open to the back and stared at the picture. "How big?" He asked as he looked up at the dark being across from him.
"About three foot wide and four foot long."
"Are you certain?" Bankotsu questioned with wide deep brown eyes. "That will be bigger than just her back."
Naraku nodded. "Hai. I want it to curve over her shoulders, around her sides, and down over the top of her ass."
"I see. You want it to wrap around her like it's feeding on her body."
Naraku's lips pulled into a dark deadly smirk. "I want it to look as if its fucking her not feeding on her."
Bankotsu just gave a nod; he had known Naraku for far far too long and very seldom was shocked by what his dark friend did anymore. "Alright I will have everything ready. What time?"
"She will be there at seven and I will supply the ink I want you to use on her." He slid out of the booth. "Make sure that everything is ready when I arrive so that I can make sure it is just what I want."
Bankotsu nodded his head and began flipping through the old book as his dark friend left.