1st place winner for Week 32, Darksmut, at iyhed… and, not to sound wanky or anything (puh, like there’s any point in worrying about that now) but, GEE I WONDER WHY. Maybe because it has raep, psychological torture and injury in it? To my favorite character, no less? It’s still not a terrible piece of writing, as far as the writing itself goes… even if a bit pretentious-sounding in places. Hence my reposting it here, among my other out-of-my-element type fics, instead of just chucking it altogether.

Due to the explicit content of this story, the original header and warnings are included in this post. 18+ only, not for the faint of heart!

Title: Sail Away Sweet Sister
Author: Jinxy-sama
Rating: Adult++
Characters: Naraku/Kikyou/Kagura sandwich o.O
Genre: Darksmut
Words: 1000 on the nose!
Summary: Kikyou never thought she’d regret the capacity to feel.
Warnings: Non-con, incest and orgasm denial.

A/N: Fic-polish by kiramaru7. Another Queen song titled submission. This was a difficult piece, not just because of the content, but because I’m just dealing with a lot lately. How much I seem to identify with Kagura, for reasons outside her possible abuse, did not help matters. It took me a few days and several sittings to complete this. I hope it’s not as disjointed as I think. Thanks for reading. :)

Sail Away Sweet Sister

She was his prisoner, his servant, his victim… and his daughter. His twin, in a way too. I knew he took her in my absence; I could feel her sadness lingering on him when we played our dark games.

And now he expected I would play with her. To say she had little choice in the matter would be a gross (and stupid) understatement. She loathed him, but perhaps more so, she feared him. And with good reason. He literally held her heart captive and could destroy her with a mere squeeze should the notion take wing.

Naraku less than gently asked his doppelganger to disrobe and she complied without hesitation. I allowed my eyes to drift with some trepidation in his direction. That menacing carmine stare never left her figure, not even when my turn came to heed such a command. I stripped and moved toward her, stepping softly, as if I were approaching a forest animal I did not wish to spook.

Though her face betrayed little emotion, the heavy rise and fall of her bosom exhibited her true and palpable fear. The air was thick with tension—our shared apprehension—as well as Naraku’s domineering aura. I feigned a smile, slowly closing the distance between us, the flicker of the lamp-light glittering in her red eyes as I drew near.

“Are you just going to stand there like two idiots or are you going to fuck her?” His voice slithered from behind me, to whom he was speaking unclear but the question no less pointed. I took the lead, pulling her body against mine, my breasts mashing against hers more arousing than I anticipated. Our lips met, unsure tongues parting fear-stiffened lips, tasting one another with growing ardor.

The heat between us burned so hot, it was difficult to hide the want sparking between us. The familiar feel of smooth skin, warmth akin to what I emanated in life, curves distinct to our sex. It was inciting; electrifying.

I was sorry I could not emit such warmth, even beneath such soft kisses as she sloped down my body. How easily we had dipped to the floor, how simple it was to accept. My legs instinctively parted as she continued south, her delicate fingers parting the folds between my thighs. She kissed and suckled at the little nub swelling toward her, shivers overtaking me in a way they hadn’t since InuYasha courted me when I still wore flesh.

“No.” Naraku broke our collective concentration. “Switch.”

Kagura lifted her face without pause, well-trained by likely more than her share of tentacle-lashes, not to mention brutal and certainly repeated ravishing by her master. She unfolded her shapely legs from beneath her and settled back on the floor-mat, awaiting my next move, expressionless.

I spread her legs, dipping to mimic her performance, tasting and teasing until she writhed. The tiniest of whimpers fled her throat, her thighs closing over my ears briefly. My first perception upon their opening was Naraku’s chilling command.

“Cum, Kagura, and I’ll cut your tits off and pin them to a tree for the inuyoukai to find.”

She choked on her own breath. I resisted the urge to turn, to tell Naraku that was unnecessary, to offer myself in her place should he want to abuse someone. I could take it so much better. It would have been futile. This game was not intended simply to make me uncomfortable, but to mind-fuck Kagura.

“As you were, Kikyou.”

I hesitated, peeking through Kagura’s knees at her face. I positioned myself so that my figure hid her shamed expression. It didn’t matter that Naraku could sense it, as long he couldn’t delight in the visual. I bowed before her womanhood once more, slowing my strokes and lapping. Empty threat or no, I would not give him the satisfaction of her humiliation.

Her fingers tore at the floor on either side of her, her closeness to orgasm crumbling her will to fight it. There was movement behind me, a shadow obscuring our light and then my ass was in the air, my back arched and his cock poised to enter me. I let out a moan when he at last speared me, pumping slow and deep. My eyes closed, my figure inching over Kagura’s with each thrust. She squirmed beneath me, her voice meeting mine in a concert of moans. Delectable beyond measure until, upon opening my eyes, I realized her exclamations were not out of arousal for the way my body pressed against hers, but from the pain of the tentacles snaring her limbs, stretching her body and plunging inside her with vicious force.

Mid-fuck, I was at an emotional impasse. I never really regretted that the ability to feel still lingered, even in death. Not until then. We linked eyes. It was dangerous, but so equally necessary, the need to send some silent comfort. I nodded in sympathy, careful to move my head in rhythm with Naraku’s thrusts. My guilty climax struck, shivers overtaking me, rattling Kagura by default, the spray of our master’s release raining over us both.

“Kagura, see our guest out, would you?” He dropped me on top of her and cleaned himself on her colorful layers, exiting the room with a slam of the shouji. Lifting my head from her, I ventured a glance at her face. Her sadness rivaled that of my own, such tragic tears streaming down her red cheeks. I never thought Naraku had or could wound anyone the way he had me. I was wrong. I crawled up her trembling figure and wrapped my arms around her. The wind user curled her quivering body close, weeping into my bosom.

“He won’t live forever,” I told her. She nodded between my breasts in solemn agreement. I realized she knew she would likely see no other freedom than death, but it didn’t hurt to hope with her. “Sail away, sweet Kagura,” I breathed in her ear. “Your freedom will come one day.”