A/N: So on a whim, I decided to continue this story and so here it is! Hope you like it! If you don't, too damn bad! I'm too tired to care anyway!
Disclaimer: Yeah, yeah…I don't own Inuyasha! No need to remind of this fact!
Too Good to Say No:
Chapter 2:
So yeah, I'll bet you're wondering why all of a sudden I'm banging Naraku behind the others backs? Well see…it wasn't always that way…
It was one of the nights I was supposed to meet Kohaku in the nearby forest, of course unbeknownst to Inuyasha and the others. This had been going on for quite some time and as far as knew, Naraku was none the wiser. Well, unfortunately for me Naraku had known the whole time that I was meeting with Kohaku and plotted to capture me on that very night. I awoke in the middle of the night with the moon riding high in the sky and I cautiously slipped past the sleeping forms of my comrades to go meet Kohaku. Even Kirara, who was usually attentive to my every move, slept soundly as I slunk through the deep shadows of the forest.
I felt my way through the darkness, stumbling over brush that appeared unnoticed in my path as I waited for Kohaku's signal that he was present in the forest with me. At last I saw the shining beacon of Kohaku's lantern, purging the forest of its veil of shadows as I drew near. Once I came upon the clearing where Kohaku stood waiting for me, I looked upon his blank, melancholy visage on the verge of tears. I hated that Naraku had manipulative control over him and my only wish was to free him from that monstrous, half-demon. However, I had to settle for these nighttime meetings that were laced with secrecy, though I wasn't fond of it.
I ran to him, ready to embrace him like I had done when he was alive and before he was resurrected by the power of the Jewel. I stopped short however, when Kohaku's adolescent form morphed into a taller, more muscular form of a young man. My jaw dropped when my brother's form dissipated and Naraku's vile form took its place. He gave a chilling laugh that sent shivers up and down my spine.
"What's wrong Sango", he asked in mock concern. "Don't you desire to embrace your brother Kohaku?" He smiled that cold, probing smile of his and my anger flared to a roaring crescendo.
"Damn you Naraku! What have you done to Kohaku?"
"You need not worry about him Sango…you should be more worried about yourself…" he whispered into the night.
His lantern's light relinquished in a flash and the forest was suddenly flooded by shadows again. The hair on the back my neck stood on end as I sensed Naraku's presence all around me, yet the shadows gave nothing away. Perhaps I was tad bit paranoid, but I drew my retractable blade on my forearm feeling like I was a deer caught in the headlights of a speeding car. I knew I was in trouble, but if Naraku had intended to kill me from the start, I would've been lying in my own pool of blood by now. I felt a rush of air behind me and I whirled prepared to defend myself against whatever Naraku hurled at me from the darkness.
My eyes scanned the darkness before me, finding nothing of serious threat lurking in the cloak of night. I felt another brush of wind from something rushing by behind me and I whirled around like I had before, searching the darkness more frantically. My pulse skyrocketed and my heart leapt into my throat when I heard Naraku whisper from the darkness, "Sango…Sango…Sango…Sango…"
I jerked my gaze all around the clearing following Naraku's voice, trying to locate the origin. After jumping at each eerie whisper of my name, Naraku's voice died, the echo fading soundlessly into the trees. I froze listening to every sound—the rushing of a nearby stream, the sigh of a cool breeze through the trees, the chirping of crickets echoing into the night—all was quiet but these natural, nighttime sounds. And yet, my ears strained to hear the rustle of a bush or the telltale crunch of a leaf underfoot—anything to give away where Naraku was hiding. For a few spaces of time the only sound was the hammering of my heart against my sternum and the thrum of my pulse as my blood pumped fluidly through my veins.
I was so irked by the silence suffocating me in the darkness that I started to hyperventilate; I felt my skin crawl as gooseflesh marched up my arms making me shiver. I was on edge allowing my fear to block any rational thoughts that came to mind; it was too quiet. Without so much as a sound of warning, Naraku's lantern flared to life behind me and I could suddenly sense his presence behind me like a line of heat. I held my breath as I felt Naraku brush aside my hair, before he brought his lips a scant distance away from my neck and whispered my name. I felt his lips meet my skin and I bit my lip and stiffened my spine, forcing myself not to give away what my true intentions were in that moment. When I felt the timing was right, I swung around in a roundhouse spin swinging my blade in arch-like motion, in an attempt to hit my mark and nail Naraku in the throat—a nice, clean, thorough cut. Though it was my truest intention, once I whirled on him and lashed out with my blade he was gone and I ended up slashing at empty air.
"You missed…" he said from behind me.
I whirled on him, prepared to strike again and not miss, but this time he caught my forearm, barely missing the bite of my blade. With burning determination to get away I brought my left fist up to punch him but he caught my blow with ease. I let out a short frustrated cry as I tried to tear my wrists out of his grasp, fear welling up and overflowing inside me. He leaned towards me then, scenting me and I flinched.
"Mmm…I can smell your fear, Sango. It exhilarates me…"
I closed my eyes when I felt his lips press to the steady pounding of my jugular vein. I pushed away then, and he let me, causing me to stumble backwards before I righted myself. I felt my eyes burn from unshed tears and blinked a few times to hold them back before I looked him square in the eye.
"What do you want", I asked firmly, keeping the fear from my voice.
"You…" he simply said and I tilted my head in utter confusion.
"What do you mean", I asked, suddenly feeling anxious and speculative of his answer.
"I want you, Sango. All of you—your mind, body, and soul."
He stared at me with a knowing, chilling smile and suddenly his intentions dawned on me like a bright light shone in a dark alleyway; Naraku wasn't intending to kill me…his intent was to…to rape me. With the weight of my realization pressing down upon my shoulders, I backed away slowly, before I turned to bolt away from him. Before I could get very far, he was suddenly standing in my path, almost as if he had teleported there. The collision sent a surprising jolt through me and I teetered backwards, thrown off balance. I blanched; ready to meet the solid roughness of the forest floor, but instead I fell against him. I opened my eyes and realized that he had come around to stand behind me and caught me in his arms. I struggled to get away from him but he pulled me to him with his arms crossed over my midsection, using his demon strength to cease my futile movements.
He leaned in ever so close to my ear and whispered in a hot breathy caress against my neck, "Do you know how long I've desired your body, Sango? How long I've fantasized about undressing you and feeling your bare skin against mine? How long I wanted to taste you—your fear, your desire, your need, your want, your flesh…"
He paused until all that was filling the silence between us was our erratic breathing before he continued.
"I wanted you since your entire village became ensnared in my trap and were all annihilated. How I longed to touch you while I stayed at my castle, too wounded to go on and avenge the death of your family and your fellow villagers. Do you know how many sleepless nights I had and how many wet dreams I had of you, where I woke up hard, as if you had stroked me while I slept? Far too long I had to relieve myself with thoughts of you and what it would feel like to have your hands stroking my rock-hard member."
I couldn't suppress the gasp that was coming and only covered my mouth in shock at Naraku's confessions. He continued, as if my reaction didn't matter, in his usual chilling tone.
"Of course I originally felt disgusted with myself for lusting after a filthy, ningen girl, but I soon overcame my disgust and decided to satiate my flaming desire and finally take you as mine…and now that I have you, there's no escape…"
He brought one of his hands to the front of my kimono, hovering over one of my breasts briefly, before he pressed it there, squeezing lightly. My breathing quickened and he sensed it, bringing his other hand up to massage my other breast. My breath hissed out when he slipped one of his hands between the folds of my kimono and tentatively touched the flesh above my breast, before he brushed his hand against my nipple. I felt my chest tighten as my nipple hardened under the influence of his touch. I bit back a moan, trying not to give away how I good he was making me feel, but it was no use; I knew he could sense the minute my fear of him melted away to reveal a burning, deep desire for him.
"I can almost taste your need Sango…What is it you so strongly desire?"
I knew what he was trying to do; he was trying to make me beg for him to touch my body, and the more rational part of me rebelled against the idea of a submissive defeat. I bit my lip harder this time—almost hard enough to draw blood—trying to quell the moan that was burning in my throat and threatening to spill from my lips. When he rolled and pinched my nipple between is forefinger and thumb, the moan I was struggling to suppress stumbled from my lips violently, before I sighed and collapsed against him.
"What…what is it you desire Sango? Tell me…"
"I want…" I trailed off panting as I felt Naraku's other hand join in massaging my breasts.
"Yes…" he hissed in my ear. "Say it…"
"I-I want…ah!" I arched against his skillful hands when he rolled both my nipples between his forefingers and thumbs.
"Come on Sango…we both want the same thing. All you have to do is say three…simple…words…"
As his final three words slipped past his lips, he gave my nipples three rough, yet pleasurable pinches. I cried out again, but I cut it short by biting my lip to keep the three words that were burning at the back of my throat—I want you.
"The only way the ache of your body is going to be relieved is if you say what I want to hear", he said squeezing my breasts idly. When he flicked his fingers lightly across my nipples, I think that was what did me in.
"I-I want you…Naraku", I let out in a breathy whisper.
"I can't hear you…louder Sango", he said flicking his fingers against my nipples more roughly.
"Oh Kami…" I moaned feeling the ache increase tenfold. "Yes…oh Kami! I want you! Touch me Naraku!"
I writhed against Naraku's skillful hands on my breasts, feeling dizzy with my desire. Could it be I desired Naraku's touch all along and just chose to view him as my enemy, instead of the object of my burning lust? Miroku, or any other man for that matter, never made me feel this way. Naraku wasn't a man though; he was a vile, disgusting, masochistic demon, but he was a damn sexy one. I leaned heavily against him, feeling my knees buckle as he continued his ongoing and tactful assault on my breasts. He knew it was coming and supported my weight with his body, with only the ease that demons exude. He released my breasts and in response he got a sigh of contentment from me followed by a moan of disappointment.
"Please don't stop…" I said feebly, though I wasn't sure he'd heard me.
He held me in his arms, pressing my backside to his chest firmly, so I could feel his excitement. Surprisingly the feel of Naraku's throbbing erection digging roughly into my back excited me and I knew he heard my breathing sped up exponentially. Naraku turned me in his arms slowly, so that I was facing him and pressed to him full length. I could feel the thundering slam of his heart against his sternum and I knew my heart was beating just as hard and fast. He lifted my chin tenderly, almost as if he were afraid he would snap my neck if he did so in a rough manner and I sucked in a gasp, surprised at his sudden, careful tenderness.
Naraku, being tender? I had to be dreaming, and yet it was no dream when he pressed his lips firmly against mine. It was then that I had my first true taste of the dark side and I loved it! I felt a rush of wind around us as his lips moved against mine in a warm promise of what was to come and I slowly brought my arms up to encircle his neck, bringing my breasts flush against his chest. I could tell he was pleased by this, by the way his lips curved against mine and he in turn brought his hands up to my upper back, pressing there to increase the pressure between us. I moaned as my erect nipples chafed against the inside of my kimono while being pressed to his chest. He held me to him like that for quite some time before he moved his hands up to entangle in my hair. He made me tilt my head so that my mouth was slanted at an odd angle against his, before he forced his tongue between my lips and into my mouth. The first touch of his tongue sent a rush of molten heat through me and my head started to spin. He worked his skillful tongue against my own until I was dizzy with passion and a wild, burning desire to be touched. I was so out of it that when he pulled away we were suddenly in a new locale. Don't ask me how and when we ended up there, because I was too busy being kissed senseless by a vile demon I once considered my enemy; once…
I passed my glance over our surroundings and I knew that we were inside his castle—more than likely his room—before I settled my gaze upon Naraku standing in front of me in the center of the room. My eyes drank him in eagerly, though the more modest part of me kept me from lowering my gaze to his nether regions. Feeling his obvious desire for me was one thing…seeing it was another and happened to be something that would make me lose my nerve. When I saw his steady hands begin to part his haori, baring his chest in the semi-lit shadows of his room, I felt a flush of embarrassment. Oh sure, now I was embarrassed and over something less prudent than what he had done to my now sensitive and swollen breasts. He paused mid-motion and left his hakami gaping open and framing his chest. I could feel my fear and nervousness swelling within me again and I swallowed hard.
Naraku must have sensed my change in temperament because he began to advance on me slowly, like a predator hunting its prey. And guess who was the prey? I don't know why, but I suddenly found myself advancing backwards away from him in a slow and steady path to the far side of the room. He followed me, an expression of ease upon his face, while mine was more likely one of fear and nervousness. He stopped then in his advancement towards me and I halted in my steady progress away from him.
"Sango…do you fear me, even after what we have just done", he asked.
"N-no", I said, my voice faltering. Oh yeah I sounded real convincing.
"You're lying Sango."
"No I'm not…" I tried to make my voice firmer to cover up my bad lying, but my efforts proved futile when he said, "I can taste your fear like a fine wine Sango. There's no use in lying to me."
Shit! Well it just goes to show how pointless it is to lie to a demon. And yet I was still denying my fear. I shook my head slowly and I opened my mouth to spew out another nervous denial, but my lie caught in my throat when he began to advance on me again. I practically stumbled over myself as scrambled backwards to get away from him. I hit the wall behind me solidly and I knew I had nowhere else to run. He stood a few feet away from me and when he reached out to touch me I flinched. I stayed huddled against the wall, afraid to open my eyes—I could no longer sense Naraku's presence and that unnerved me. Then I heard a shift of clothing as he leaned closer to me, planting the flats of his palms on the wall on either side of my head. Suddenly the heat of his body burst over me and I couldn't deny the compelling urge to look at him. I found him leaning over me and though we weren't touching physically, I could feel the heat between us like the stifling warmth that fills windowless rooms in mid-summer. Perhaps what held my attention most was how well his eyes reflected the heat roiling restlessly between us; he wanted me and only me, and I knew he would have me. Did the thought frighten me? Hell yeah, but part of me wanted him as well. Scary thought, huh?
He stared down at me with those ominously heated eyes 'til the point that I felt as if I would melt under his scrutiny like heat held near wax. Finally he looked away from my face, his eyes rolling downward—lower than my face. I followed his gaze with my own and found his scorching gaze fixated upon my collarbone which was exposed by his earlier exploration of the inside of my kimono. I couldn't stop the rush of heat that flooded my face, nor could I voluntarily slow my heart rate as my heart threatened to jump into my throat. I attempted to turn away, but Naraku gripped my chin and turned me to face him. He held me like that for agonizingly long minutes until it came to the point when I practically screamed at him to kiss me. I guess he caught the raw need in my eyes because he leaned in slowly and brushed his lips against mine. He pulled back so soon after our brief touch of lips, that I barely had time to react and that left me very unsatisfied. I told him so by the way I tried to pull him back to me, but he brushed my hands away. I was ready to put up a fight to get what I wanted—which was for him to give me a real kiss like the one he gave me back in the forest—but my sudden vigor died away when he knelt before swell of my breasts.
My throat was suddenly dry and I tried to hydrate it by swallowing hard, but the bitter metallic taste of fear of the unknown constricted my throat. Though I knew he wasn't out to harm me now, there was still that underlying wariness of him clenching my gut.
"W-what a-are y-you going t-to do?" My voice sounded weak even to me and I knew it clearly projected my fear just as well as the responses of my body.
Naraku didn't answer me and simply loosened my obi, so that it hung open exposing a long line of my bare flesh, from the hollow of my throat to my navel. I wanted to wrap myself up in what little dignity I had left and cover my indecency, but the scorching scrutiny of his eyes froze me in place. He finally acknowledged me, staring up at me from his perch dangerously close to my breasts. He held my gaze while his hands lightly brushed my gaping kimono aside to reveal my breasts.
I opened my mouth to protest, but it died in my throat and I moaned instead at the first touch of his tongue against my taut nipples. I bit my lip when he brought my entire nipple into his mouth, sucking lightly. I cried out, panting heavily my eyes clouded with my returning lust. All the while Naraku watched me, my reactions to his touch, the sounds of pleasure that slipped past my lips. I screwed my eyes shut when he scraped the perfect whiteness of his fangs lightly against my nipple, gripping his shoulders roughly when he began to suck on it again. He drew back after a while of drawing odd mewling, sounds from my throat and moved to my other breast and repeated the process. By the time he was through I was panting and almost too weak to stand with the burning lust that was crying to be sated. My body was aching and I knew exactly what I wanted now. When Naraku made a move to pull away I gripped his shoulder tighter in a pleading gesture. He swiveled his gaze upward so that our gazes locked and I knew he could see the lust like a rekindled flame in my eyes.
"Please…" I said gripping his shoulder with even more incessant force.
"Please, what?" He managed to keep his voice neutral as he watched my face from below.
I swallowed hard and turned away from him for a brief moment. When I was facing him again I knew that a blush was burning my cheeks, but the desire and lust in my gaze did not waver nor did my voice when I said, "I want you. Take me, now."
With no amount of hesitation on his part, he was standing before me, his body pressed tightly against mine—his bare chest to mine. I sighed at the desired contact and brought my arms up to encircle his broad back. When my hands didn't feel the delicious warmth that his body radiated, I realized that he still had his haori on and this made me frown. I pulled back with the frown clear on my face, and yanked at his haori to get his attention.
When he found my gaze I said, "This"—I made a show of yanking at his haori—"has to go. Now."
He rapidly shrugged the fabric off his shoulders and I watched it flutter down to the ground before resting in a heap behind him. I smiled and drew him to me—my bare chest to his—with my hands clasping the back of his neck. "Much better."
I had forgotten that I had my blade retracted and only noticed when I felt a bit of Naraku's flesh give under the bite of the blade on his shoulder blade hidden by his flowing ebony tresses. He winced slightly, and if I hadn't been so close I never would have noticed. I tore the blade from my forearm carefully, throwing it to the floor, and it clattered to a rest with an almost inaudible thump.
"I'm sorry…" I whispered, as I felt the warm rivulets of his blood run down my fingers.
"That's much better", he said and he drew me back to him again.
He gripped my chin lightly and brought my lips to his in a warm rush. Every thought in my mind melted away and all my focus went into kissing Naraku. It was such a blissful heaven when his tongue met mines again, my knees buckled underneath me. He held my weight for a moment and picked me up with ease and carried me—to where I wasn't too sure—kissing me with a fever that matched my own. When he pulled back I was cradled in his arms near his bed. Without a word he laid me down on the bedspread and I stared up at him totally vulnerable to whatever he planned to do to me next. He stared at me with that same hungry look that nearly melted me in the other room and I realized that my kimono was gapping open in a silent scream, revealing my body. Though I was aware of the fact that my breasts were exposed to his scrutiny, I didn't feel the urge to blush or be embarrassed. What was the point? He'd already seen my breasts and explored every inch of them with his eyes, his mouth, his teeth, his tongue…why not let him look and explore some more? I lay there for a while staring up at him with unfocused eyes until at last he came to me, crawling over my limp body and supporting his weight over me on hands and knees.
"Sango…" He said my name running his hands against the edge of my kimono. Though my kimono was a barrier against the warmth of his hands, I could almost feel it burning through the cloth and warming my skin, making the ache return to my body in a rush.
"Naraku…" I whispered his name on an exhalation.
"Yes Sango…" he said his hands hovering over my breasts.
"Take me now…please! The ache…I can't take it!"
He didn't accept my request with words but rather with his actions; he pressed his hands down against my breasts and watched them spill into his hands. When he started to massage them I came undone like a ball of yarn and arched against his hands, moaning his name. He leaned into me then and planted his lips firmly over mine, swallowing my moans like an exotic drink. He continued his assault on my breasts while kissing me like his life depended upon it. I screamed against his mouth and arched against his body wanting to feel his body pressed against mine, but he tactfully avoided the contact. He finally pulled away from the kiss leaving me breathless, his hands still teasing my breasts idly. I tried to bring him back to me so I could press my body against his but he pushed my hands away.
"Naraku…" I whined, pleading for him to give me this.
"No Sango…not yet."
I whined again but he ignored me and focused his energy on teasing my breasts. He seemed so fascinated by the slightest touch he pressed against my breasts and how I would react. After a while he stopped, leaving me panting on the bed, eyes unfocused. I barely took note of him tearing my kimono from my upper body. He finally got my attention when he began to lick a hot, delicious path down my body with his tongue.
He started at my neck, sucking hard, making me draw sudden gasps of air, before he moved down to my collarbone. He sucked there like he had done to my neck and licked a downward path to my cleavage, stopping to swirl his tongue around my areolas before he started sucking on my nipples again. I screamed his name over and over again, arching against his mouth with each draw of his mouth on my nipples. When he finally stopped I collapsed heavily against the bed and he continued licking down my body in a hot line until he reached my navel. He dipped his tongue in and out lazily, watching for my reactions. It felt odd to have his tongue there and I didn't think that my navel would be such a sensitive area, and yet I panted and moaned and screamed and writhed like when he had licked my breasts.
I knew his destination the minute he stopped teasing my navel, and still I couldn't find the words to tell him no. I knew now that I truly wanted this. I pulled myself far up enough that I could look down my body and watch him and what he was doing made my mouth dry. He was now tearing off the remnants of the bottom half of my kimono and tossing the torn cloth aside to flutter downward in the heap that was once my clothes. Once I was completely bare before his eyes, he drank me in with his eyes. I took note of how much darker his eyes had become as he raked his heated gaze down to my throbbing womanhood.
I squirmed a little underneath the intense scrutiny of his gaze and he followed my movements. After several moments of enduring the weightiness of his gaze he finally leaned in and continued his path from my navel. I held my breath as I watched him deliberately teased me by moving past my aching womanhood and licking my inner thigh. He licked a lazy path down to my ankles, mirroring the movement with his left hand on my right thigh. He then traced a path upwards until his tongue and his hand met just outside the junction of my hips.
He locked gazes with me as he brought his hand to my entrance and separated my slick folds, applying a delicious pressure to my clit. My breath came out with a sharp hiss, followed by an incoherent moan of his name. When he rubbed my clit this time, my body went numb and my head fell back against the bedspread. I felt his fingers move away from my clitoris and I managed to find the strength to bring my head up and look down my body at him again.
I found him staring at his cum coated fingers fixedly and when he noticed me staring at him he said, "You're wet Sango."
I had the decency to blush but I didn't turn away as he began to lick fingers like there was honey on them. When he was finished he brought his hand back to my entrance and slipped his index finger inside with ease. The intrusion was a shock and my inner walls convulsed around his finger inside me, making him groan. He withdrew his finger slowly only because of how hard I was clenching it inside me and it came out glistening with my essence.
"You're so tight Sango", he said gritting his teeth as he pressed his finger inside me again.
I writhed at the intrusion again, and I could feel my walls clenching around his finger like some oblong thing. He withdrew his finger shallowly and I screamed his name, clenching his finger deeper inside me as a wave of pleasure built inside me. He pressed his finger in deeper and I screamed as he hit something inside me, feeling immense pleasure uncoil inside me and radiate out to the rest of my body; the pleasure touching upon every part of me and engulfing me in a tingling sensitivity. Naraku withdrew his finger again and then pressed it deep within me hitting that spot again. I could feel the pressure building to a glorious crescendo and when he pressed his finger deep inside me one last time, the wave of pleasure that had been building within me, crashed over me and everything was eaten away by the white-hot pleasure trembling through my body.
I was vaguely aware of my cry of Naraku's name, the leaking of my essence down my thighs and the slight pull of Naraku pulling his finger out of my entrance. After that climax, I was sure I'd had reached my limit and that I couldn't handle another mind-numbing climax, but Naraku didn't seem to think so, for he brought his mouth to my clit and began suck on it hard. I writhed and thrashed violently on the bed as he sucked on my clit some more, before he slipped his tongue inside my entrance. When he began to draw his tongue in and out of my entrance I raised my hands and entangled my fingers in his hair holding him to me as he gave me more and more pleasure. He lifted my hips off the bed and held my entrance closer to his mouth.
I felt his tongue probe me deeper and I cried out as I felt the pressure of my oncoming climax build. At last my climax crashed upon me, wracking my body with little aftershocks of pleasure. I felt him pull his tongue out while I lay on the bed panting and he pressed it against my clit, making me cum again, before he pulled away. When I finally came down from the duel climaxes Naraku worked me into, I found him leaning over me just watching me like I was the most fascinating thing in the world right now. Perhaps I was the most fascinating thing in the world to him and the thought made me feel unbelievably sexy and totally in control. Never in my life had I felt this rush of dominance over a man or half-demon as the case might be.
I suddenly had the urge to exploit this power, to take it and run with it. I wanted to test the bounds of Naraku's control and how long his resistance would endure a little foreplay from me. All right, so I'll admit I wasn't the most experienced when it came to men. Let's face it, my experience with men paled in comparison with my demon slaying skills. Come to think of it, it was rather odd that the person I end being with happens to be a demon and I'm a demon slayer. Figures I'd fall for the enemy. Maybe I'm just tired of the endless battles and the never-ending rain of blood and demon guts that seem to follow me everywhere. It was about time I found someone to be with that wasn't a twisted hentai. Though I never would have thought I would end up with my former enemy, much less in such an intimate situation.
So with this rush of womanly power and dominance, came this overbearing confidence that swelled within me and surpassed the embarrassment that was trying to surface over what I planned to do to the half-demon that leaned over me. I managed to slide my body from underneath his without touching him and sat back staring back at him. My eyes strayed downwards for a brief moment and a caught a glimpse of the length of his member straining against the fabric of his pants. I turned my gaze away as quickly as could, hoping that he didn't notice where my eyes had been. My cheeks burned with a blush I couldn't suppress and I knew he noticed right away since his eyes had been staring fixedly upon my face and nothing else.
I turned my face away so that our eye contact was broken and I was staring at one of the far walls. I sensed the moment that he moved towards me, so close that the warmth that radiated from him wrapped around me like a blanket, making me shiver with excitement. When I finally turned my gaze to him, I found his eyes retaining such a passion that it nearly melted my heart. Before this I never thought Naraku could've felt any soft-edged emotions for anyone, not even his servants, spawned from his very flesh. But sitting there gazing into his eyes, I realized that all the passion, the emotion that was reflected in his eyes right now was all for me.
Without hesitation he reached out and caressed my face gently as though the slightest show of strength would break me. Never in my life had I been treated so delicately by someone aside from my father and mother. I grew up my entire life being treated like one of the guys, because I was demon slayer after all and the only female to take up such a dangerous profession. Being handled like I was a delicate flower by Naraku melted me more than his heated exploration of my body. For once in my life I felt like a woman and it made me smile.
I sighed and melted against the delicious warmth of his hand against my face. I closed my eyes in contentment briefly, before I turned my face into his open palm and brushed my lips against the calluses that decorated his palm with a sensual roughness. I was surprised by the deep rumbling groan that he elicited and pulled back a bit, surprisingly afraid that I had hurt him.
He stopped me though, by taking my right hand and placing a soft kiss on the back, before locking gazes with me. I gasped and he said, "Don't stop."
He held my hand for a little while longer, before leaving it limp in my own and leaving the choice of what I would decide to me. I hesitated briefly before I brought his open palm before my lips, keeping my eyes intent upon it so I didn't get distracted by the intense scrutiny of his gaze that was boring through me. I flicked my gaze up to his face for few seconds before I slowly brought his open palm to my mouth again and gently brushed my lips across the surface as well as his long fingers. He groaned again, eyes fluttering shut and that rush of womanly power overwhelmed me again; it made bolder, overloaded my rational thought and took complete control over me and my actions.
Which was the reason why the next time I pressed my mouth to Naraku's open palm, my tongue replaced the gentle caress of my lips.
"Oh Kami, Sango", he managed through a deep groan.
I found his gaze with mine and I saw the wild passion and desire reflected in his eyes, floating close to the surface and just waiting to be released. I could tell he was losing control and a part me thought, Good. I knew he was near the breaking point and that all he needed now was a little more prodding and he would finally surrender to the passion that he had held back for so long. And I knew just how to set him on edge.
I released the hand that I held in my grasp and it fell limply at his side as though he were paralyzed and had no voluntary control over his body anymore. I took note of the stiffness of his spine as he stared at me, trying to regain some semblance of the control he had when he pushed me to orgasm twice. He knew now that he had lost control and the thought was making him frantic. I guess when you're such a formidable half-demon, you get used to the idea of being in control and pulling all the strings. However, I was not going to allow him the pleasure of being in total control of everything, so I decided to toy with him, test his control until he was consumed by the lust he had kept bottled up for so many lonely nights.
With a gentle hand pressed flat against his chest, I pushed him backwards onto the cushy bedspread and he simply gave into my demand and limply fell backwards. It didn't even require that much effort on my part and he seemed almost in a daze. He didn't try to stop me when I straddled his body, supporting my weight on my hands and knees like he had when he loomed over me. He seemed distant, not really all there with his eyes clouded over with the desire he struggled to control. I knew what would break his control though and so put my plan into motion.
I leaned over him briefly, my breasts hanging freely in his face as I gripped his wrists above his head and untied the ribbon that tied the ends of my hair together with my other hand. I then tied his wrists together with it and pulled away with little protest from him. I leaned in and kissed his lips passionately waiting from to respond. When I felt him trying to take control of the kiss I pulled away quickly before I lost all cognitive thought as he teased me with his tongue. He groaned and lay there looking very unsatisfied and smiled down at him.
"Sorry Naraku. This time I'm gonna be in control", I said trailing warm hands down his chest.
He shivered underneath my touch and I leaned down to run my tongue along his collarbone. He shivered again, but I wanted a better response from him than that, so I flicked my tongue tentatively against one of his taut nipples. This time he bucked underneath me and I was satisfied.
"Now I want to see more of that", I said bringing the fullness of his taut nipple into my mouth and sucking on it like he did to me before.
He groaned and arched against my mouth while bringing his body closer to mine and a heat flared within me. Kami I wanted him so bad, but I wanted to do this first before I gave myself up to him completely so I continued to tease him. I moved to his other nipple, milking the same desired response before I pulled back and decided to try something new. I straddled his hips, pressing my weight down so that his body was supporting my body and my arms were on either side of his head. I then leaned down and used my hands to explore his chest at first then as the fever of my desire flared to life like a wild fire my mouth and tongue did the exploring.
Then I started to rub my breasts against his chest and I could feel his breath and heart rate sped up. I knew he could have ripped through his flimsy restraints at any time, but the fact was that he didn't; he allowed me my brief moment of faux control over him and I loved him for it. Come to think of it I loved him for lot of things suddenly and I think that list outnumbered the things I hated him for. Surprising, huh? I could tell it pained him to ignore the temptation to touch me and I loved that he retained so much control even while I drove him into frenzy of passion that would explode sooner or later. Problem was I hated that he had too much control! What did a girl have to do to make a control freak half-demon lose it?
In my frenzied caresses of my bare chest to his, my hips lightly grazed his engorged member and he bucked against me.
"Sango", he cried shredding through his restraints and the remnants of his control, before he pulled me to him for a fiery kiss that lit my very being on fire.
Well I found what could throw off his control, but that didn't matter anymore. All that mattered right now was him; his body an insufferable, solid mass of unbearable heat and passion below, his mouth against mine, his warm tongue exploring my mouth, and his hands stroking my hips incessantly. I knew what was coming next and I was as prepared as I was going to be, but part of me still trembled with fear underneath all that boiling passion. All the sexual tension we created together finally crashed down upon us and we rode it like a wave, relieving the ache we both suppressed for so long, his ache being locked away for much longer than mine.
I would not deny our bodies this so I gave into his heated caresses and his mouth upon mine like a heated press of flame. When he finally pulled away for a breath of air, my chest heaved wildly as I tried to get in enough air. My lips ached for the feel of his though and I tried to pull him back to me but he caught my hands and placed them on his shoulders. He then rolled us over so that he was looming above me again. My breath caught in my throat at the sight of his body hovering over mine and he ran a pad of his thumb across my swollen bottom lip. I gasped lightly and I think he smiled at me, just a slight twitch of those sensuous lips.
I think it was a mere trick light but he did it again and this time I was sure my eyes weren't deceiving me; Naraku did smile at me! Boy, he was just full of surprises today!
He moved away from me for a brief moment to remove his pants and then he was there above me again fully naked now. So after all we had done, once again fear consumed me and I knew Naraku had picked up on it right away.
"N-Naraku…" I said quietly.
"I know Sango. I promise that this will be painless. Do you trust me?"
Surprisingly with little thought on my part I said, "Yes."
"Then all you have to do is focus on me and everything will be fine", he said with a light caress against my face.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath and when I opened my eyes, Naraku was there, looming over me and staring at my face intently.
"Are you ready", he asked.
"Yeah", I said trying to quell my pessimism and just trust Naraku to take care of me. A part of me long ago would have deemed placing trust in one's enemy as being foolish, but right now it felt so completely right and when things felt right I usually went with my instincts.
Naraku kissed me lightly on the forehead and locked gazes with me. "Now Sango I have to stretch you and probably prep you again, but once that is done I'll enter you."
I simply nodded and he brought his left hand down to my slick folds and slid two fingers inside me with ease. He worked his fingers inside me until I climaxed and pulled his fingers out glistening with my juices. I picked my head up just enough to watch him spread my entrance a bit before he sucked his fingers clean. He was then positioned above me again his gaze intent upon my dazed expression.
"Are you all right", he asked still staring down at me.
Oh sure I'm great! I just had another mind-blowing orgasm, lost some brain cells because of it, and my legs feel like ramen noodles. What did he expect? Out loud I said weakly, "Yeah…I'm fine."
"Okay…it's time…" he said. He didn't need to elaborate, because I knew exactly what he meant. Though there was still a bit of nagging fear eating away inside me, I gave all of my trust over to Naraku as he promptly entered me. I winced slightly and he caught my gaze with his. "Focus on me", he said.
"I-I'll try…" I said thinking past the sharp twist of pain threatening to overwhelm my senses.
I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, focusing only on the presence of Naraku above me, of him pressing inside me and nothing else. I felt him slide deeper into me and I felt no pain, all that mattered right now was the man above me. He continued to slide deeper into me and still I felt no sharp wrench of pain that would milk a full-blown cry of unbearable pain from me. He at last came to a standstill and I opened my eyes to look up at him.
"Remember to focus on me", he said and I nodded faintly gripping his forearms and blanching lightly.
Before I knew what was going on his lips were upon mine and a flaming heat engulfed me and dulled my senses to the pain as he drove himself into me those last few inches. Even when he pulled away I felt nothing, only the sense that I had been filled up completely. I looked up at him and found beads of sweat dotting his forehead as if he had been through some strenuous exercise. I knew though what had truly had him perspiring was the fear that he may violate my trust and actually hurt me. The concern in his eyes made my heart ache and I reached up and caressed his face.
"You didn't hurt me. I'm all right", I said.
He looked down at me with a tenderness that hit me deep and he leaned down and kissed me. I was vaguely aware of his shallow movements inside me. I had to pull my mouth away though because I couldn't suppress the moans he was milking from me.
"Naraku…N-Naraku…" I mewled breathlessly.
He smiled at me again for the third time and I was starting to get used to that slight curve of his lips. Part of me wanted to wake up to that smile and at first that thought frightened me, but I realized I would really like to wake up to that smile of his every morning for the rest of my life. Scary, but true.
We climaxed together in each other's arms, with cries of each other's names. Naraku collapsed beside me and I rolled over so that I was face to face with him. He brought an arm about my waist and brought me closer to his body and I didn't fight him. He kissed me on the forehead and I rested my head against his shoulder and fell fast asleep, more content than I had been in years.
And so that's how it all started and that's how it has been ever since. The others have yet to know and it does nag me with guilt sometimes. But being with Naraku makes me happy and that's something I know the others wouldn't understand. I'm starting to care and care less about what the others will think when they one day incidentally catch me kissing Naraku because, deep down I love him just a little and I think somewhere behind all that evil that supposedly consumes him, is a heart that might just love me a little bit too.
A/N: Well I hope you liked that chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it! Now that I've written this chapter I don't want to stop so there will be an upcoming chapter in the near future so keep checking in! Thanks for reading!
Silver Moon Vampiress
And Just Because I'm Feeling So Generous…
Here's a Sneak Peak!!!!
I woke up sweating as the remnants of my erotic dream starring Naraku faded away leaving me feeling empty and cold. I missed him the past few days, because he hadn't come to meet me in our usual spot in the forest. And since he had been gone I had been moody and depressed most of the time. I barely mustered up enough energy to beat the snot out of that hentai monk who kept groping me every time I was close to him. I decided a little dip in the stream would do me good so I left our campsite and entered the darkness of the forest.
After a nice dip in the stream I dried off and headed in the direction of the campsite. I didn't make it far, because Naraku the man that had me sick with worry and depression appeared before me. I at first wanted to run to him and kiss him like there was no tomorrow, but I remembered he had been MIA for a few days without telling me why. I approached him calmly and looked up at him and smiled.
"Where the…" I started to say before he brought his lips to mine and all thought was lost to me.
When he pulled back I was still in a daze, my mind all-abuzz with the pleasure one kiss from him could do to me. I barely reacted when he pressed me deeper into the shadows with my back against a tree. He pressed his body dangerously close to mine and suddenly all brain function for me ceased.
"I've missed you Sango..." he whispered against the shell of my ear.
"Huh…oh…I've missed you too", I said lamely. At least I wasn't drooling. I hadn't lost all voluntary control after all. "Where have you been", I asked reaching up and playing idly with a stray lock of his hair.
"That doesn't matter", he said bringing my hand that was currently tangled in his ebony tresses, back down to my side. "I came here to ask you something…"
"What…is that all you came for", I asked pressing the flats of my palms against his chest.
I was distracting him, trying to make him lose control so he could relieve the ache that had been building within me for the past few days he had been gone.
He gently pried my hands from his chest, but held them in his own, staring into my eyes. He was serious; something was definitely up.
I tried to use the few brain cells I had left, that hadn't been fried by his hot kiss, to focus on what he had to say. He looked down briefly and then looked back up at me before he said, "I want you stay at my castle."
"All right. It's not like I haven't spent the night at your castle before. So, for how long?"
"Forever…"
I turned as white as a ghost as his answer dawned on me. We had yet to have a complication with our relationship aside from the obvious—my friends not knowing about it. The more cynical part of me had always known he would drop a bomb one day that would screw up what we had, but the more optimistic part of me didn't want to believe it, so I pushed such thoughts away. And now it decides to resurface and bite me in the butt.
Damn, I had some pretty screwed up relationships…