Inuyasha fanfiction: Kikyo imprisoned

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Author: aichirou
Word Count: 14,214

I. Fantasy Come True

Naraku finally achieved his ultimate goal.

In that cave, when he was still the useless Onigumo, he
waited for the priestess's arrival every day as if in hell awaiting salvation.

Whenever she appeared at the cave entrance with her back to the light, the wind blowing through her hair, and the sunlight streaming down from behind, one
could vaguely see the curvaceous figure hidden beneath her wide robes, and when she was close to him,
her full breasts were even more prominent despite being fully covered by her clothes.

Each time she fed him medicine spoonful by spoonful, the movement of her sleeves revealed her fair wrists and
slender fingers, and the faint breeze carried the slightly bitter herbal scent emanating from her. When the spoon was brought to her lips, the priestess's cold
gaze would follow her down to her mouth. Onigumo knew she was just making sure not to spill the medicine. Occasionally, he
would deliberately not open his mouth, and then he could feel the priestess raise her eyes to meet his bloodshot, malice, and desire-filled eyes.

Those eyes were calm and resolute. As Onigumo observed her, he gradually understood that the priestess's
aura stemmed from her unwavering belief in her inner convictions,
the very source .

She gazed at him as if he were an object, her eyes filled with impartial compassion and pity.
Free , sorrow, anger,

and desire, she was immaculate, sacred and inviolable. Yet, all of this fueled his growing desires—to touch, imprison, and ravage
her . Despite her largely numb and immobile body, his mind was constantly filled with fantasies of possessing her, even experiencing
agonizing hallucinations. In this dark, damp cave, this desire slowly consumed him, until finally,
his wicked wish attracted a demon, and Onigumo sacrificed his body to become the demon Naraku.

Today, Naraku looked at the still-sleeping Kikyo on the bed, staring at her thoughtfully. No matter how many
bodies he changed or how much flesh he cut away, Onigumo remained a persistent ghost. But if this wish were granted, could
he truly escape Onigumo's mark? Naraku gave a wicked smile.

Outside the window, swarms of dead soul insects crashed against the barrier, emitting a sizzling sound and blinding white light. Kikyo
lay calmly on the tatami mat with her eyes closed. Naraku walked step by step to Kikyo's side. "I set up a barrier; those
insects can't get in." Upon hearing this, the priestess opened her eyes.

Seeing that she showed no sign of confusion, Naraku realized she wasn't truly asleep. How cautious this woman was.
He knelt down by the window. "Without dead souls, your body seems unable to move."

Kikyo ignored his probing words, still calmly gazing at Naraku.

This scene reminded Naraku of the past, when one of them was lying down and the other was standing. Now it seemed as if their roles
had been reversed, a thought that pleased him. "Kikyo, what are you thinking?" He paused, squinting at
the dead soul insects outside the window. These insects, carrying a large number of dead souls, relentlessly crashed into the barrier, but the barrier showed
no sign of being shaken. "What are you thinking about?" As he spoke, Naraku turned back and stared into Kikyo's
eyes , not missing a single expression from her.

He continued, "Your arrow broke my seal with ease. You could have easily pierced that demon's
body with an arrow, and it wouldn't even leave a fragment."

Kikyo lay there, her hair disheveled and scattered on the bed, strands of it making her skin appear even more delicate and fair.
Unable to move, she looked somewhat fragile. Naraku gazed at her greedily. "
I want to confirm where the demon's poison escaped to, and what awaits it," Kikyo said without any change in expression. Staring at her
opening and closing lips, Naraku's eyes gradually deepened. Fifty years had passed, and seeing this cold face again,
she was still the same as before.

"And you just wait there, turning into a demon... Onigumo," Kikyo
couldn't see Naraku's expression clearly because of the backlight. When she uttered the name Onigumo, she felt that Naraku's face
seemed to twist for a moment. "Onigumo, what a nostalgic name," Kikyo thought, for some reason, his
voice seemed to grow even hoarseer. "Fifty years ago, Kikyo, the bandit you saved who was hiding in the cave, heavily wounded...?
" In the flickering light outside the window, Naraku wore a patterned haori and hakama, a white haori embroidered with gold crane patterns and a lake-
blue yukuban. His seaweed-like black hair was draped over his shoulders. His tall and slender body sat cross-legged on one knee
beside Kikyo. His elegant posture made it hard to imagine that this body had not long ago been a venomous creature formed from a bunch of demons. In the
dim light, he appeared even more sinister and dangerous.

"Onigumo willingly offered his body to the demons, allowing them to devour him completely. His evil soul
merged with the hordes of demons that gathered around, and a new demon was born." As Naraku finished speaking, he leaned closer, gently
stroking Kikyo's cheek with the back of his hand, brushing aside stray strands of hair from her face, and slowly tidying her hair.

The warmth from his face made Kikyo uncomfortable, and she turned her head to look at Naraku. Only then did she notice the
bloodshot in his eyes, and her heart skipped a beat. She instantly remembered fifty years ago, when the immobile Onigumo had looked at her with the same
dangerous gaze.

"Is that Naraku, the one who drove me to my death fifty years ago?" Kikyo already knew
the answer in her heart. She secretly made a hand seal under the covers, as if on guard.

"Hehehe," Naraku chuckled softly. "That's right, your hateful enemy."

The next second, Naraku lifted the blanket and pulled Kikyo out from under it, then gently embraced her from behind
. Kikyo released her hand seals when he suddenly lifted the blanket. She didn't know if Naraku had
discovered that she could actually move, but in this situation, facing Naraku's true form, Kikyo wasn't sure if she had
a sure chance of winning. Although her clay body was still strong enough to deal with poisonous demons, her fragmented soul
still needed a constant supply of dead souls to replenish her dwindling power. Sensing
the miasma stretching for dozens of miles outside the barrier, fighting at this moment was too much of a strain.

As Kikyo was pondering this, she noticed Naraku's chest pressed tightly against her back, one arm wrapped around her
waist, making it difficult for her to breathe. His other hand slid down her shoulder to her wrist, his fingers
interlacing lightly rubbing against hers in an intimate gesture. Annoyed, Kikyo's expression hardened. "Naraku,
you really are a coward, trapping me here now..." Kikyo deliberately curled her lips in a mocking smile. While she wasn't
confident she could kill him, escaping wasn't impossible. Having gotten the answer she wanted, staying any longer...
It was somewhat dangerous. In just a few seconds, various thoughts flashed through Kikyo's mind, but her expression remained completely unchanged. "Are you trying to
use me to lure Inuyasha?"

A weight settled on her shoulder, and Kikyo heard a low laugh in her ear. Naraku buried his head in Kikyo's shoulder. "
Kikyo , you are indeed very useful, and Inuyasha certainly won't abandon you, but..."
Her neck was warm from his breath, and the hand around her waist suddenly tightened, pressing her even closer to the person behind her.
Then she felt something warm on her neck, showering her with wet kisses.

"This time, it's not to lure him."

In the dimly lit room, under the flickering light, a woman with disheveled clothes was tightly held in the arms of a tall
man . The woman's white clothes were torn and thrown on the ground, her collar wide open,
revealing red spots on her fair and delicate neck, and her round breasts were faintly visible, barely concealed by the clothes piled up on her chest
. Naraku unwrapped a precious gift, his angle revealing a breathtaking view below her neckline.
With one hand, he patiently untied the knots on her crimson hakama, while the other gently caressed Kikyo's slender
waist, searching for her sensitive spots.

Kikyo, unable to move, leaned against the man, her expressionless face making her appear even colder and more ethereal. She
spoke disdainfully, "Naraku, you brought me here just to satisfy your idle desires?"

Naraku looked down at the woman in his arms. Though her clothes were disheveled, she seemed even more ethereal and untouchable
. The vicissitudes of life seemed fleeting to her; the joys and sorrows of the world did not affect her.
Even in this state, she remained like a mirror, reflecting only her ugly, distorted self—making him even
more eager to possess her, to destroy her composure, to see her succumb to lust and debauchery, her fragile and alluring form.

"Fifty years ago, Onigumo's wish was the same, Kikyo. I'm merely fulfilling his obsession."
Naraku raised an eyebrow, casually continuing his actions.

"Then I should have just killed you back then!" Before the words were finished, Kikyo suddenly grabbed her waist, channeling
all her remaining spiritual power into Naraku's body through her arm. Before his expression could even change, his
body was torn apart by the powerful purification force. His left hand and half of his chest turned to dust, and his neck was blasted into a bloody mess from the left side, with
only a thin layer of flesh connecting it to his head.

Still in shock, Naraku's mangled body slowly fell to one side, making a loud thud as it hit
the ground .

Kikyo weakly knelt on the ground to rest for a moment. She didn't need to turn around to know that Naraku's
heart had been destroyed by her spiritual power at such close range, and his body would inevitably slowly dissipate until not even ashes remained. She
began to feel dizzy. Her spiritual power was too depleted, and without the replenishment of dead souls, she would likely
suffer greatly if she tried to withstand the miasma outside.

The barrier set up by Naraku outside had disappeared. Kikyo stood up unsteadily, wanting to open
the window to let the Soul Insects in. She had just reached the window and raised her hand when a hand reached out from behind and grabbed
her hand, pressing her against the wall. Kikyo froze in shock, hearing a voice that seemed to come from hell.

"Got you."

Behind her

, Naraku's hoarse and unpleasant voice came, clearly indicating that his vocal cords had not yet recovered. His body was rapidly reconstructing itself
. In a short while, his neck, which had been only connected by a little skin, was repaired to the point where only some bloodstains remained on his body.
His left side of his body was also growing bones, veins, and flesh at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Kikyo, you're always so aloof and arrogant, thinking everything will go according to your expectations...???
" The words, seemingly whispered between lovers, gently murmured in her ear, yet sent Kikyo plummeting into an icy abyss. "Onigumo
is something you've never cared about, and Naraku is an even more defiled filth you've never even glanced at."

Naraku reached out his still-healed right hand and opened the window. "Would you like to see what's outside?"

Kikyo stared in shock at the scene outside. A thick black fog blanketed the entire city. Looking closer, she saw
magic circles flickering within the swirling fog, like gaping maws devouring the bodies of countless humans and demons. These
bodies were twisted and grotesque, gradually being squeezed and drained into minced meat by the fog. This miasma was actually
formed from the flesh and blood of countless demons and the resentment of humans! Outside, a stench of blood and entrails lingered in the rain.
The miasma was extremely foul. "I got this inspiration from Onigumo. Human resentment and desire are so
intense. When mixed with the flesh and blood of demons, they can form an endless stream of miasma. As long as the miasma in this city doesn't dissipate,
I can regenerate here indefinitely." Naraku snapped his fingers, and a new barrier formed. The barrier
blocked the blood rain and the thick stench of blood, and the swarming dead souls also obscured the view outside.

So that's how it is. Naraku had known all along that his body could still move and had set up this trap outside. The barrier
wasn't just to stop the dead souls, but also to prevent Naraku from realizing that the miasma here wasn't ordinary.
In addition, deliberately provoked Naraku with his words and actions, constantly drawing Naraku's attention to be wary of him, thus causing Naraku to miss
the opportunity to detect the more dangerous situation beyond Naraku himself!

He closed the window, turned Kikyo's body around, and looked at Kikyo, who was still in shock. His smile grew increasingly dangerous.
"Kikyo, I am a cunning demon, and I know your weaknesses better than anyone. Humans are always like this,
tripping up from the same mistakes time and time again. Sadness, fear, confusion—you can devour them as long as you grasp one of these.
And you, Kikyo...?"

"You deliberately did this to get close to me, to provoke me, to make me think I could kill you with one blow. You were certain I wouldn't
hold back, weren't you?" Kikyo's expression was complicated, a chill ran through her, and her body began to tremble
slightly .

Looking at the demon laughing wickedly before her, Naraku said, "You never take my schemes seriously. These
are all beneath you, because you are a holy priestess, and no filth
can hide ."

Naraku raised his hand and lifted Kikyo's chin, looking down into her wavering eyes. "But that's also why your
suspicion and arrogance have led you to fall into my hands once again. I really... really like you." The last few words disappeared between their lips, and Naraku held the back of Kikyo's head and kissed her trembling, cool lips
fiercely . First, her teeth gently bit her lips, then she felt her chin being pinched and forced to open her mouth to receive a hot sucking. Her tongue was entangled and felt as if it was being swallowed. Every time Kikyo tried to struggle and breathe, she was met with that...

His tongue licked wildly inside her mouth, several times probing deep beneath the back of his own tongue, trying to elicit a response.

Kikyo, her head pinned back, had no choice but to accept this venting kiss. She felt Naraku's eagerness and
demand, which only fueled her anger at being manipulated. Looking at the man so close to her, a
flicker . When his tongue was licked again in a deep kiss, Kikyo bit down hard. Naraku groaned, jolted awake, and
looked up at Kikyo with a hint of anger, but the priestess's expression made him pause.

Kikyo's lips, slightly swollen from being sucked, were stained with her own blood. A
trace of saliva, still clinging to her lips from the recent ravaging, slowly detached and slid down her
neck . Her hair fell disheveled over her torn collar, revealing large expanses of white skin
, dotted with hickeys. Despite this terrible and erotic state, the woman remained clear-headed and calm.

"I really want to...?

" Kikyo forced a calm demeanor and provoked, "Naraku, hiding in this turtle shell, are you so smug about your
schemes ? You don't even have the courage to face me, a soul living in the underworld, head-on." She

wanted to bite him, tear him apart, and mash him into her body.

The woman narrowed her eyes and said disdainfully, "Heh, nothing special." "

Heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh." Naraku covered his face with one hand and laughed. Kikyo stared intently at his
reaction. She had provoked him at this moment, hoping to provoke Naraku into buying time to recover his spiritual power,
even if it was just for a breath, or even just one more breath. Kikyo's hands trembled slightly as she formed hand seals under her sleeves. She ignored the
increasingly , feeling the depleted spiritual power within her slowly gathering like droplets of water, as if a glimmer
of hope for escape was slowly emerging.

The man, still smiling, wiped away the tears of laughter and said, "My lady, forget about trying to provoke me. Ever since I learned of
your rebirth, I've been thinking every single moment about how to lure you in, how to capture you, until I laid this
trap to lure you in. Do you know how excited I was when I saw you appear before me? I've been holding back for so long,
even since fifty years ago. I know you better than you can imagine." A pair of large hands gripped
her waist like pincers. Kikyo looked up and felt a pair of scarlet eyes. Then everything went dark, and
before she lost consciousness, she heard a sentence in her ear.

"Kikyo, this time I won't let you escape again."

(Three sounds)

On the tatami mat, Naraku held the unconscious woman in his arms like a toy from behind. Her head rested on
his shoulder, her face obscured by her dark hair. Losing patience, Naraku
ripped crimson hakama. The red fabric slid down her smooth thighs, which he caressed for a moment with a mixture of pleasure and longing.
Then his gaze fell on the sturdy kimono that barely covered her chest, and he gently... With a tug, Kikyo's rounded breasts were revealed
. Her fair and delicate breasts rose and fell with her breath. The most alluring feature was her two pink nipples. Naraku
couldn't help but place his hands on them and play with them incessantly, watching them change shape in his hands. Under the kneading of two fingers,
the nipples slowly became erect, and the areolas also enlarged and became engorged with blood, making him want to bite them even harder. Seeing this change,
he couldn't help but use a little more force, leaving several finger marks on her delicate skin. At the same time, the person in his arms let out a soft
hum with a nasal tone, as if she was being coquettish.

Kikyo was in a daze, feeling like a small boat bobbing on the waves, adrift and unsure of where it
was headed . An uneasy feeling spread throughout her body. A hot and strange sensation on her chest made her
open her eyes in a daze. Before she could react, Naraku lifted her face with one hand and
placed . Then, he breathed a strange red miasma into her mouth. Kikyo felt a sweet, metallic taste in her mouth,
a taste so sweet that it made her nauseous and irritable, but it disappeared in an instant. She heard a voice that seemed to come from near and far, "
Don't be afraid , this will make you feel better."

The woman's eyes were tightly closed, her head tilted back against the man's shoulder, her delicate brows furrowed, her face flushed, and her lower lip bitten hard. She was being held tightly in front of the man,
her breathing labored. A large hand was kneading her full breasts,
constantly pinching and pulling at her sensitive nipples. Her arms were tied behind her back with her top pulled down to her waist, rendering her unable to move. Her slender
ankles were secured with two black leather rings, between which was a
wooden stick about four fingers thick and an inch long. Her fair legs were forcibly spread apart by this tool, preventing them from closing, and the view between her legs was fully
exposed .

Naraku covered her breasts with one hand, kneading them gently, feeling the smooth, soft mound beneath his touch. Then, he used his index finger
to find her clitoris through the crevice and gently pinched and rubbed it. Kikyo arched
her back as if electrocuted, unable to bear it any longer. Seeing this adorable reaction, Naraku chuckled, "Don't worry, I'll make you feel good." He stopped kneading
her breasts with his other hand, rescuing her lower lip, which had turned white from being bitten. He placed his index and middle fingers in his mouth, playing with
her tongue , occasionally mimicking the thrusting motions of intercourse. Kikyo felt her entire body yearn to be touched.
Her anxiety and restlessness had nowhere to go, and she even began to gently rub against the person behind her, trying to alleviate this restlessness.
A hot, tingling sensation spread between her legs, her inner thighs twitching and trembling slightly. Her lower body began to
tremble . The foreign object constantly invading her mouth made it impossible for her to close it, and saliva dripped from the corners of her mouth, making her look
even more lewd. No, everything was too strange. This wasn't like herself at all; all the sensations were too unfamiliar.
Two fingers relentlessly kneaded and stimulated Kikyo's clitoris, pinching and squeezing, her fingernails gently scraping. Kikyo's lower body was already
soaked. Naraku parted the two tender labia, inserted his middle finger into her vaginal opening, gently circling it before inserting a knuckle.
It was immediately sucked in by the passionate flesh walls. Naraku looked at the redness in Kikyo's eyes and her tear-streaked, trembling
eyelashes, and mischievously pressed it in forcefully.

"Ah ha???" A gasp could no longer be concealed,
escaping . Naraku's lower body hardened at the sound. He looked at his fully erect penis, gave a wry smile,
then turned Kikyo's face and kissed her fiercely. At the same time, one hand continued to stimulate her clitoris, while the other slowly
expanded her vagina. If he didn't prepare her, he would suffer the consequences himself.

Naraku placed Kikyo on the tatami mat and removed the leg-split device from her calves. Kikyo immediately closed her legs,
trembling as she curled up to the side of the bed. In this helpless situation, she instinctively
sought comfort in a vulnerable, infantile posture. Naraku's blood-red eyes stared at her unconscious reaction as he slowly removed the device that Kikyo had just used.
The clothes destroyed by Kikyo's spiritual power were tossed aside, revealing his muscular body. His newly grown skin, slightly
reddish , contrasted with his pale complexion. His seaweed-like hair cascaded over his shoulders. His large penis
, engorged with blood due to his taut body, was fully erect, its veins bulging, pressed against his perfectly sculpted abdomen, poised for action. Ignoring his own lower body, Naraku bent down and laid Kikyo flat, gently pressing against her trembling, feverish body . "Ahhh ??? Hoa ... Kikyo's buttocks were pressed onto the bed by Naraku, her legs spread wide, his head buried in her thighs, licking and ravaging her. Her arms were bound and pressed beneath her, and the uncontrollable pleasure made her calves twitch and convulse. The fair skin at the base of her thighs was covered with red finger marks from being pinched, and the skin near her groin was even more mottled and severely damaged. Faint teeth marks and purplish-red marks appeared more and more densely on her skin. Her left breast, which was heaving constantly, was covered with finger marks, and her nipple, which had been squeezed and kneaded, was red and swollen. There was even a faint ring of teeth marks on her right , with faint bloodstains visible. Dotted kiss marks extended from her neck to her chest. "Haaaaaah???" The woman arched her back and convulsed, her dazed eyes filled with tears, which uncontrollably streamed down and disappeared into her disheveled hair. Naraku supported her limp body after her orgasm, looking down at the beautiful scene he had created beneath her. A strange sense of satisfaction welled up inside him. Holding Kikyo in his arms, his heart overflowed with warmth, and the urge to destroy everything in front of him vanished. His heart and eyes were filled only with her. Naraku stroked Kikyo's face, wanting to remember her expression, her voice, her scent, and her temperature, every inch of her skin. "Kikyo," he whispered her name, nuzzling her face. "Kikyo, look at me." Chapter 4: Why Won't You Look at Me? Kikyo's body was completely limp on the bed after her orgasm. The intense pleasure made her consciousness unable to keep up with her body. Her body trembled in the afterglow, but her consciousness could not understand what had happened, or perhaps she did not want to understand. Kikyo only wished to close her eyes and sink into darkness, just like her desperate self fifty years ago , trapped in an eternal sleep with the Shikon Jewel, yet someone kept calling her name. "Kikyo, open your eyes and look at me." Who is it? Why is he calling me? She opened her eyes weakly, her unfocused pupils looking at the face of the man on top of her through tears. She couldn't see clearly; it was so blurry . "Who...who are you?" Kikyo's voice was barely audible, yet Naraku, whose attention was still fixed on her, heard it clearly. Looking into Kikyo's empty, unfocused eyes beneath him, his own eyes turned even bloodshot. He grabbed Kikyo's face, forcing her to look at him, and gritted his teeth, saying, "Kikyo, do you still want to run away?" The light in Naraku's eyes was clearly suppressed and insane. Last time, you used death to escape all of this, falling into a deep sleep with your responsibility and boundless hatred. Yes, Kikyo, wasn't that the best choice for you? But your love or hate, in the end, has nothing to do with me, Naraku! What am I? You've never looked at Naraku, not even for a moment. But I exist because of you. "Why are you doing this to me?" Naraku's face was twisted with madness. He thought that as a demon, he could never be close to you again, but why could that dog? Aren't you a priestess? Isn't the Shikon Jewel something you would protect with your life? Why did you give it to someone else?! "Why won't you look at me?" The eerie voice was like a sob, a silent lament in Naraku's heart. Kikyo, even just one glance from you would have been enough, as if I had etched you into my soul. No matter how many layers of skin I shed, no matter how many bodies I took, your mark would remain deeply imprinted. Naraku suddenly picked Kikyo up, supporting her on his waist with one hand, his other hand guiding his penis to her entrance. He stared intently at Kikyo's face, slowly but firmly entering her. "It hurts so much..." Kikyo said with difficulty, her fingers gripping the man's back, struggling helplessly. She was powerless as the terrifyingly thick penis slowly entered her, trying to lift her waist to escape the tearing pain in her lower body. A pair of large hands grabbed her slender waist as she tried to escape, pressing her down hard. "Aaaaaah!!!" It hurts so much, her body hurts so much! The intense pain stimulated Kikyo's nerves, gradually clearing her consciousness. She could no longer ignore the reality unfolding before her; she was being completely penetrated. The burning penis remained inside him; he could even feel its throbbing. The man's panting breath sent shivers down his spine Naraku endured the pain without moving. He pinched Kikyo's chin, wanting to give her a comforting kiss. "Naraku, I want you dead." His voice even trembled slightly with a sob. The woman, her body covered in marks of sex , still stared intently at him, her eyes burning with desire. She was clearly at her physical limit, on the verge of fainting, yet Naraku didn't know why she remained conscious. The man looked at her and a smile played on his lips. Yes, that was it. This was the same Kikyo, the priestess who, on the dark and chaotic battlefield, used only a demon-slaying bow to keep all the demons from taking a single step forward. She was the woman in the shadowy cave , her hair fluttering in the breeze at the cave entrance, her white dress and crimson skirt still unforgettable , her bright eyes and white teeth, her graceful figure. Her fair and soft hands were both a compassionate savior and a deadly warrant . It was also this same woman who, facing the burned and near-death Onigumo, in an era where human life was cheap, others would have discarded him like trash, yet she could offer him compassionate and meticulous care. Even faced with those gloomy and terrifying eyes, she could remain calm and composed. This was my one and only Kikyo. "How do you want me to die?" Naraku looked at Kikyo like this, feeling a surge of joy. He finally understood that he wanted more than just this body; those empty eyes, as if only an empty shell remained, Kikyo's soul had n't returned. "I don't want to lose you again." Naraku pushed Kikyo down, embracing the woman and beginning to thrust uncontrollably. Kikyo's body went limp as he straddled her. In this absurd, forced sexual encounter, Kikyo's strength was relentlessly drained, and she even realized...

After uttering those fierce words about killing him, this guy's lower body grew even larger. Was this guy crazy?

Naraku was unaware that the woman beneath him was silently cursing him. He was enjoying himself so much that he wanted to curse. The woman's body was soft
and delicate. Holding her in his arms, he could see her round, soft breasts swaying with each thrust. He
held Kikyo's ankles in his hands, and his large, thick penis was being relentlessly pounded into her honey hole. The woman's body would
tremble , as if she couldn't hold back. If he suddenly stopped, her vaginal walls would immediately rise up and suck on
his penis, pulling him deeper and deeper into her body. Each time he entered,
the love fluid secreted from her vagina would be squeezed out, making his entry easier. Naraku couldn't take it anymore and stopped, gently biting Kikyo's neck.
Not wanting to finish so quickly, he leaned down and approached Kikyo's lips, wanting to ask for a kiss.

Kikyo, her body limp from Naraku's ministrations, struggled desperately to suppress her cries, tears welling in her eyes .
Finally, the man on top of her stopped, and she trembled, struggling to crawl away from the massive object beneath her. But then, his lips
pressed against hers.

Kikyo's eyes hardened, wanting to teach him another lesson. Just as she was about to bite down, Naraku grabbed her and slammed her body
against his thick, hard penis.

"Ugh...!" A groan escaped her lips, no longer able to be suppressed. Her snow-white body arched at an
almost broken angle, her lower abdomen arching in a curve. The sensation was too intense; the man's penis
had penetrated to an alarming depth.

"Too...ah...ah...too deep..."

The man felt his penis enter a soft and incredibly elastic place, tightly enveloping
his glans and sucking it incessantly. Her vaginal walls would contract at this moment, layer upon layer of alluring flesh squeezing and pleasing,
serving this heavy, invading dragon of flesh, sucking so hard that Naraku's scalp tingled. If he hadn't been holding back, he probably would have ejaculated on the very
first thrust.

The man was secretly so pleased that he couldn't control his movements, wanting only to thrust in hard and relentlessly. He buried himself deep
inside, not wanting to come out, using his waist to circle and gently rubbing his scrotum against the woman's already sticky vaginal opening.
"Kikyo, inside you, it feels so good."

Naraku looked at Kikyo, he realized that this depth was enough to make Kikyo lose control. He observed the woman
's dazed expression; she no longer resisted, only weakly gripping the sheets beneath her, her lips slightly parted,
uttering sweet and pleasant moans. The penis, fully inserted, seemed to have reached the cervix, with only
the two . Naraku was overjoyed. He maintained the insertion position, flipped the woman over, and pressed tightly against
her fleshy buttocks as he entered from behind.

"No... Ahh... Slower... Slower..."

Kikyo sobbed, her face flushed, clearly feeling her lower body being stretched open and penetrated again.
Every cell in her body screamed for it. Although she was afraid and wanted to escape, her body seemed to disobey her. This feeling of
humiliation caused tears to flow continuously. The man thrust into her sensitive spots again and again, pausing occasionally.
At this time, Kikyo knew that he would penetrate even deeper to the cervix next time. Lifting her body slightly at this time would make her feel better
. Naraku discovered that Kikyo's body had memorized this pattern and would obediently prepare to cooperate with the impact of the huge object,
which gave him a sense of pleasure from conquering a woman. This realization spurred Naraku to even more ferociously thrust his hips,
relentlessly pounding the helpless honey hole beneath him. "Ah??? No, ahhh???" After several more deep thrusts,
the woman's vagina began to spasm violently, convulsing and twitching. Gushes of hot fluid poured down, scalding Naraku's breath
, causing him to quicken his pace. With a final, powerful thrust, he entered the deepest part of her, letting out a muffled groan as he ejaculated inside Kikyo
.

Looking at the unconscious woman beneath him, Naraku breathed heavily and smiled helplessly, saying, "Kikyo, if I could die inside
you, that would be the best ending for me."

V. Love and Hate

"Haah??? Hmm??? Stop??? Ahhh???"

It was already late at night. Kikyo's slender, white wrists were pinned to the ground by a pair of large hands. Kikyo was pinned beneath Naraku,
enduring his lust. Every inch of her skin was thoroughly tasted, yet the beast beneath her was still unsatisfied,
relentlessly thrusting his massive cock into her body with a series of thuds.

Kikyo's eyes were tightly closed, her moans barely audible, clearly indicating she had fainted. Her body
convulsed involuntarily due to the accumulating pleasure. The man, while manipulating her, looked at the woman, whose body was brimming with
lust , tenderly caressing her body, which was covered inside and out with his marks. After a series of fierce thrusts,
he ejaculated a large amount of his accumulated semen deep into the woman's body. The fluid inside her was so abundant that it kept overflowing from
their point of connection. "Ahhh..." Kikyo unconsciously frowned and moaned softly. Naraku embraced
her, gently stroking Kikyo's lower abdomen, which was slightly swollen and full of his semen.
He did not pull out his limp penis, but lowered his head and kissed Kikyo's hair. With her semen-covered
vagina, he wiggled his limp penis, feeling the vaginal walls contract and relax, and the warm comfort that enveloped him inside
. Satisfied, he closed his eyes.

Sunlight streamed through the window, illuminating the two figures pressed tightly together on the bed. Kikyo, even in her dream, felt heavy and breathless .
She dreamt of being constantly coiled by a giant python, unable to break free, the coils tightening with each twist. Finally, Kikyo abruptly opened her eyes,
gasping for breath, only to find herself held tightly in the man's arms, barely able to move.

Memories of last night's frenzy flooded her mind, a complex mix of emotions swirling within her. She closed her eyes tightly, taking deep breaths to try
and compose herself, but her clenched hands betrayed her, her nails digging into her palms, leaving crescent-shaped
welts.

Naraku, that madman! She fully understood his obsessive madness and his terrifying possessiveness. In
his hands, she felt like an object to be wantonly toyed with and humiliated! In terms of strategy, she had indeed lost this time,
defeated by her own arrogance. Having already been tricked to death once by this demon, how could she still have the nerve to refuse to face her enemy?
Thinking this, Kikyo closed her eyes tightly, her thick eyelashes soaked with tears. She desperately tried to calm herself,
not wanting to cry in this man's arms, not wanting to be swayed by useless emotions in this situation, affecting her judgment.
How could she escape? After calming down for a while, Kikyo opened her eyes, her expression no longer agitated. She slightly
shifted her body, trying to break free from the man's embrace.

Her back ached terribly, her whole body was limp and unable to move, and her legs were injured from being stretched open for so long.
Having endured the impact for so long, her thigh muscles were already strained. With the slightest movement, "Hiss—" Kikyo gasped,
a sore and stiff feeling spreading throughout her body. The most terrifying thing was that she had deliberately ignored the fact that she had noticed it as soon as she woke up:
the thing he had inserted into her body was showing signs of reviving with her movement! Naraku!! Fine, fine, you shameless bastard
! She would definitely get her revenge for this humiliation!

Kikyo clearly felt the hard, throbbing thing inside her, and she froze, not daring to move.
The hand behind her pulled him into her arms again. The man easily closed the distance she had painstakingly created,
one hand on her waist, the other supporting his head. He tilted his head, his dark red eyes looking at her with a smile.

Naraku reveled in the magnificent and alluring scene before him, the result of his hard work the previous day. The marks of his kneading on the woman's
sensual breasts were still clearly visible, her chest a patchwork of bruises, not a single spot unscathed.
Even the pink nipples were still swollen and erect, looking rather pitiful. The areolas were swollen and enlarged from being sucked, a bloody
tooth mark on one nipple, extremely erotic. Below was a slightly protruding abdomen. Naraku placed his hand on it and rubbed it. This
was all his own flesh inside. Perhaps? He seriously considered it.
Could a body reborn from clay, and a demon of poisonous arts, possibly have a child? Although he
had never , perhaps it could become their bond?
A daughter like Kikyo?

Naraku's eyes gleamed as he stared at Kikyo's abdomen. He suddenly felt a surge of paternal love for this mass of bodily fluids.

Kikyo felt a chill run down her spine under the man's inexplicable gaze. If she weren't so strong, she would
have shot an arrow right through his head! She slapped away the man's restless hand from her lower abdomen, telling herself to be patient,
and then calmly said, "I want to take a bath."

It would be best to leave this room filled with the scent of sex first. Naraku looked at Kikyo's cold, unreadable face,
narrowed his eyes, and lingered on her face for a moment. "Okay, I'll carry you."

Naraku's quick agreement surprised Kikyo. She stiffened as Naraku lifted one of her legs and
slowly withdrew his penis. Naraku pulled out very slowly, watching as the bright red flesh walls
folded and tugged at him with each sliver of flesh. Once fully withdrawn, warm liquid flowed from her gaping opening, a
somewhat lewd sight. Naraku admired it for a moment, then picked Kikyo up and carried her to the bathroom. Kikyo's body stiffened. She
knew that resistance was futile, so she tried her best to control herself and ignore all her feelings. She
stiffly allowed Naraku to drain her semen and wash her body. Her stiff body was dried and she was dressed in a new shrine maiden outfit. Watching him hastily wash her and put
on her clothes, she felt a strange sense of relief.

Inside the room, Naraku opened the window, letting in one of the dead soul insects that had been lingering outside all night.
Then , a
flash of red light appeared in his eyes as he killed the insect and injected the corrupted jade shard into the dead soul. Watching Kikyo's body absorb this crimson light, he spoke, "Kikyo, the shard inside you is tainted with my miasma. You can't escape. Don't even
think about running away."

Kikyo glanced at him, remaining silent. Naraku hadn't expected her to answer. He knew that by forcing himself on her
, he would never receive her forgiveness or response in this lifetime. He only wanted Kikyo. Kikyo was content to have Giddens by her side
. "I've also prepared a good show. Let me show you."

On a huge tree, as thick as three people could hug, outside the barrier, the lingering dead soul insects remained. Naraku's
puppet guarded Kikyo's side. The priestess lay beside the puppet with her eyes closed. Suddenly, she heard him say in a low voice, "Kikyo,
your beloved Inuyasha will soon die in a phantom. I brought you here to enjoy it. What? Don't you want
to see it?" Kikyo found this person quite noisy and continued to rest with her eyes closed, ignoring him. After leaving the
eerie, miasma-filled city of Hitoshi, her spiritual energy recovered even faster. She focused on regulating her breathing, but her
silence made Naraku think it was a sign of her protecting Inuyasha. "What? Don't you want to watch anymore because you're heartbroken?" Naraku's voice was
bitter. "Since you're so heartbroken, when that girl Kagome arrives here, once I get the Shikon
Jewel shards, I'll personally kill them." Kikyo endured the incessant chatter in her ears,
feeling her spiritual energy gradually recover to a point where she could move again. Unable to bear it any longer, she swung her hand and severed the puppet.

Back in the city, Naraku's true form stared at the puppet cut in two inside the house, his expression sinister and terrifying. "The puppet
is destroyed. I can't see anything, not even Kikyo's whereabouts..."

He felt the flesh on its back being cut away and regrown, but the mark of Onigumo remained.

Naraku sat there for a long time, his heart churning with various emotions. He wanted to rush out and bring Kikyo back immediately
, but their relationship was already irreconcilable. Naraku fully understood that if he did that, facing
a wary Kikyo, especially with her spiritual power restored, it was uncertain whether he could even see her, let alone forcibly bring her back.
He propped his head up, feeling a headache coming on. While he didn't regret getting Kikyo this way,
seeing her again would be impossible. Thinking this, Naraku felt the air around him freeze as he plotted
how He was completely absorbed in his calculations when suddenly the curtain was lifted,
and Kikyo walked in.

"Kikyo...?" Naraku exclaimed in surprise, even wanting to rub his eyes, wondering if it was just
a hallucination .

"What, did you think I wouldn't dare set foot in your castle again?" Kikyo still had that cold expression,
as if nothing from last night had happened, yet something had changed.

Naraku's narrow eyes widened slightly, his heart filled with doubt and confusion. He frowned as he looked at Kikyo. What
shocked him even more was that Kikyo then tossed out a shard of the Shikon Jewel. "You really want this, don't you? I'll
leave it with you for now."

"Even if I need it... why are you giving it to me?"

Naraku was incredulous. What was going on?
It was something he never dared to imagine in his wildest dreams. He had originally intended to take it from Kagome and her group. He wasn't even in a state of excitement, yet he couldn't suppress a
surge of joy.

"Hmph, last time and this time, I failed to take you seriously as an enemy. I made a mistake," Kikyo
looked at Naraku calmly, her aura undiminished. "Just an empty clay shell. It's a wonder you schemed like this.
Sexual desire is useless to your already demonic body. You wouldn't risk such a great deal just for venting.
A meticulously planned scheme... So, you wanted to use my body to satisfy Onigumo's desires, didn't you, half-demon Naraku?"

Naraku straightened his back reflexively, looking at Kikyo with a sense of being seen through. "You said... I'm a half-demon?"

"You originally intended to become a true demon, didn't you? But
the aura hasn't disappeared. Whether you used my body or wanted the Shikon Jewel, it's all because of you, because you're a half-demon."

Naraku, his thoughts exposed, fell silent. He couldn't understand Kikyo now, and thought he would never
see .

"Fifty years ago, I drove you to your death, and now I'm using you to fulfill Onigumo's wish to become a true
demon. Why...?"

Kikyo smiled. She was already very beautiful, and this smile made her bright eyes and white teeth even more carefree. Dressed in white with a crimson
skirt, like a bellflower in full bloom, delicate and fragile, yet breathtakingly beautiful.

"Love or hate, without that physical body, my soul is now freer, more unrestrained
."

The past self carried heavy responsibilities, whether on the battlefield or in life, cautious and careful, daring not to make even the slightest mistake
, lest misfortune befall them. In this world overrun by demons and monsters, how easy is it to provide the weak with a peaceful place to
thrive ? This priestess's robe is both an honor and a burden.
I've been respected and admired as the guardian deity of the people for far too long; the expectations placed upon me are the deepest shackles. Every judgment I make has its effect,
every decision has its direct consequences. If I'm even slightly careless, it's not just myself who will be held responsible, but
the . I once willingly donned these shackles for them, protecting the people,
becoming a perfect saint, devoid of joy, sorrow, anger, or weakness.

But now, even if I hate you to the core, I'm no longer afraid to show it. I no longer fear that my personal
emotions will bring misfortune to the world, no longer need to reinforce my heart with layers of defenses against any
normal emotions. Now I'm an ordinary person; I can hate what I dislike, and I can be happy when I like something.

So simple, so hard-won.

She seemed to have broken free of her constraints, becoming even more radiant. Her eyes met his directly, without disdain or
neglect, truly looking at him. This should have made him happy, but he could also clearly see the overwhelming
hatred within them.

"I will return to the temple where I originally lived. I will neither run away nor hide," Kikyo said, turning to leave.
As

she lifted the curtain, she glanced back at Naraku, who sat upright. "If you want to see me, just send a messenger to
inform me, Onigumo."

Stepping out of Hitomi Castle, Kikyo felt the warmth of the sunlight and the gentle breeze, a sense of peace settling over her. She
didn't to deliberately hate Naraku; the enmity was too clear-cut, utterly dispensable with any superfluous emotions. Because all she
needed was his death, nothing more. Returning to the human world might bring many unresolved matters, but
perhaps only one thing was a good thing: she could finally travel the world herself, experiencing its mountains, rivers, lakes, and seas, seeing the world she hadn't yet seen enough of.
Naraku, go ahead and collect the Shikon Jewel shards. When you've collected all the shards, that will be the time I
personally send you to hell.

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