She's Our Miko (I) by Duchess Of Darkness

Chapter 01

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She Our Miko I:

Duchess of Darkness

 

 Summary

Deemed a traitor by her village and sold by her cruel sister Kikyo, Kagome finds herself in the hands of the infamous demon lords. Torn between the sadistic affections of Aimaru and the cruel humiliating demands of Sesshoumaru, Kagome finds herself wandering along the smeared lines of love and cruelty. Does she have the strength to be defiant to keep her masters’ adoration? Or will she allow herself to become a doll waiting to be discarded?

THIS STORY IS MEANT FOR MY FELLOW PERVERTED AND DEPRAVED SMUT ADDICTS WHO ENJOY THE RAPE/DOMINATION/ HUMILIATION THEMES. NO OVERLY INNOCENT, SWEET, TENDER, WEAK HEARTED MAIDENS ALLOWED. STAY AWAY. IN FACT, GO AWAY. YOU HAVE NO PLACE HERE. SHOO...SHOO I SAY. FLEE...RUN FOR YOUR LIVES.  CAN I MAKE THIS POINT ANY CLEARER?!

 

 

 

Chapter 01

Naraku came to me in a dream;

a beautiful dark angel wrapped in black silk.

It floated around him like a shapeless lover.

He told me in his dark sensuous voice,

“You will cast your fingers over the keyboard as I rape your mind.”

I have never received a more inspiring muse.

-Unclaimable Quote

In a private chamber, numerous silk pillows and futons littered the floor of the large room. Among the sea of colorful silk, two gorgeous Inu demon lords lounged regally. Both with the body of a god, they complemented each other like night and day in a most literal sense. One embodied the cold elegance of the moon and the other the intimate charm of the sun. Together they both held the limitless power of the cosmos their elements have blessed them with at birth. Beautiful, majestic, and powerful they are the most revered demons in all the lands. Even the heavens marvel at their charisma.

Before them was a row of naked demoness’ with their eyes down modestly as they sat submissively on their knees.

“My word.” Crooned the dark haired Inu demon blessed with the mark of the sun named Lord Aimaru. “Such a lovely bunch are they not?”

Ignoring the demon lounging beside him, Lord Sesshoumaru, the Inu blessed with the mark of the moon, beckoned a demoness forward. “The one with hair of the sky will step forward and present herself to This Sesshoumaru.”

Without hesitation, the neko demon scooted forward on her knees and bowed low to her hands on the floor. She kept her back straight and stiff pushing her rear as high in the air as possible with hopes to tempt the frigid hearted lord. Keeping her voice low and sultry, she spoke with her face to the floor. “This Yiara, of neko descent bears the mark of the ocean. I bear a healthy womb that will bless your heir with the power to bend water to his will, a bountiful wealth of jewels found only in the dark depths of the surrounding ocean, and the alliance of the eastern Water Neko clan. I come to you with an experienced body I give feely to your will.”

Face stoic, Sesshoumaru lifted his majestic face to air to sample the heady aroma of the neko demoness. “Bear your heat to This Sesshoumaru.” He commanded with a voice deep and void of any emotion.

He watched the neko demon crawl to him over the mountain of pillows to sit before him keeping her eyes down casted. Up close, he can see a slight flush staining her cheeks beneath her long blue lashes as she parted her legs wide to him and his comrade. She shivered visibly a very appropriate reaction.

He looked down impassively to her slick heat and inhaled its scent deeply; the intake of breath a soft sound not easily heard. Though her scent was pleasing and she was exceptionally beautiful, he felt nothing for the neko as he eyed her moist folds. The beast in him didn’t as much as stir from its inward slumber.

“Hn.” He sniffed then waved a dismissive hand.

Knowing she has been dismissed, the neko demoness swiftly got to her feet and left the chambers in an air of shame. Not in shame of her lack of modesty, but a shame to for not being able to entice the demon lord. They all were sent here by their parents with the sole duty of tempting the demon lord of the western lands into mating them. To return home without the title of the west was a shame usually punished by being cast out their clans. So of course there was no need in returning home to be cast right out upon arrival.

Sesshoumaru looked to the other demoness and dismissed them with a curt gesture of his head toward the doors. Silently they nodded and left without protest. There was no need considering them. As lovely as they were, they stirred nothing within his beast either.

Pouting, Aimaru rolled unto his belly to watch the demoness leave the chambers. “So picky old friend. That makes the 10th batch of demoness this moon cycle. And they were such a lovely and fragrant bouquet of flowers too.” He sighed sadly.

Sesshoumaru regarded his beta with a listless look from the corner of his sharp eyes. “One with no standards cannot think to chastise This Sesshoumaru.”

An inner amusement gleamed within Aimaru’s silver eyes. “Oh I have standards.” He argued. “They must be wet, willing, and lovely. And that neko was most definitely wet, willing and oh so lovely.” He all but purred sounding more neko than inu.

“Indeed.” The demon lord sniffed flatly. It was surprising that this demon’s standards went as far as looking lovely. His appetite for female flesh was so great that it bordered on being unhealthy.

Before Sesshoumaru could stand, Aimaru stopped him with a hand to his shoulder. He looked to his beta raising his brow in question.

“Now don’t be so hasty to leave old boy.” The other Inu smiled broadly. “There is someone I would like for you to meet. He comes from far across the lands and it would be a shame to not grant him a brief audience.”

Sesshoumaru relaxed and decided to humor his friend with his compliance. There was nothing of importance that need tended to at the moment so there was no harm in a little entertainment. He felt Aimaru’s aura flare around him to summon the stranger standing just outside his chamber doors.

The man entered cloaked in a white baboon pelt with a blue mask concealing his face. He bowed low at the waist. “Gentlemen. I am Naraku, a traveling merchant, and am most grateful for your audience. Without delay, I would like to present you with my finest wares.” Announced the merchant. His voice was deep with a hidden darkness in its lilt.

A small shudder in revulsion quaked down Sesshoumaru’s spine. The darkness radiating off this hanyou was sickening. He has never met a being so ominous. For what purpose it serves to be so wicked and vile, he wondered.

Naraku snapped his fingers to beckon forward a beautiful demoness with eyes as red as his and feathers adorning her hair. She was pulling callously on a long chain carting a string of trembling human women after her. Completely naked, each woman had a jeweled collar around her neck and was bound by shackles on their dainty wrists.

Sesshoumaru narrowed his eyes ever so slightly. It seems that he allowed Aimaru to talk him into wasting his time…again. “I have no interests in slaves’ half-breed.” He has enough human staff to tend to the order of his palace. He needn’t anymore. His golden eyes threw a look of annoyance to his beta who suddenly found interests in his black claws.

Naraku clicked his tongue. “Oh but these aren’t mere slaves Milord.” He swept his hand toward the women behind him. “These are pure virgins prepared and trained solely for pleasure. I humbly ask you to lift your nose to sample their purity if you doubt their quality.”

“Awful young are they not?” Aimaru asked warily while eying one of the young maidens with large breast. Sesshoumaru wanted to roll his eyes in annoyance but instead settled for a barely audible sigh. Young or not his beta looked eager enough to mount the little human.

The hanyou chuckled wickedly. “I try to accommodate everyone’s taste Milord.”

“Hmm.” Aimaru mused then turned to Sesshoumaru questioningly. “It couldn’t hurt to adopt a pet. It is a growing trend among the entitled demon lords after all. And I, myself, have owned one or two a century ago. I assure you they’re a great way to pass the time.” He smiled.

“This Sesshoumaru finds no pleasure in human flesh so I have no need of such a trivial luxury.” Sesshoumaru answered coldly. Even to pass the time, he couldn’t see himself indulging in filthy human flesh for pleasure. Such a thing was far beneath him.

In this day in age, high class demons are much higher in numbers making humanity the minority on this earth. And since there was no other use for the short lived creatures, demons have taken to capturing many humans to make them slaves for hard labor or pets to entertain themselves. So no, it wasn’t unheard to bed a human. Even so, no one would ever know of him dabbling in such a hobby.

“Ah but you forget our heat will soon be upon us, then there is that dreadful mating season. I would surely hate to be caught with no lovely flesh to feast on.” Aimaru leaned over to nudge his alpha’s shoulder. “Human or not, a cunt is a cunt.”

Brow raised high on his head in contemplation, Sesshoumaru looked at the sullen faces of the women presented before him. One was tall but much too thin to even consider. The next two were twins looking far too youthful for his taste and the next three were very ordinary beauties. All of them were lovely, but were just too docile to be entertaining to him.

Pausing in his thoughts, Sesshoumaru felt a noticeable shift in the air of his palace. It sizzled with faint traces of holy energy beyond his chamber doors. By instinct he lifted his nose to the air to investigate the disturbance then smelt the unique fragrance of lavender and sakura blossoms.  It was a fragrance that was no doubly a human woman.

“There is an onna you have yet to present to This Sesshoumaru.” The demon lord alleged calmly.

A silence suddenly fell over Naraku.

“I smell her as well.” Aimaru added to confirm his alpha’s suspicions.

The hanyou bowed apologetically. “Forgive me for concealing her my lords, for you see, she is not so easily tamed. It would be uncouth for me to present you imperfect merchandise.” He added slyly.

“Bring her in anyway.” Sesshoumaru ordered. There was something about this unknown onna that had his beast on alert. Any creature who could stir such a curiosity had to be worth seeing.

Hesitating for a moment, Naraku finally sighed and turned to snap his fingers at the demoness standing silently behind him. She bowed and left the chambers to retrieve the unknown maiden.

“Please excuse the gag, for she has quite a flippant tongue in her lovely head.” The hanyou chuckled while turning to watch his demoness drag the reluctant onna into the room by her shackled wrists. Connecting shackles also circled her ankles restricting her movements to nothing more than a squirm.

The demoness toted her struggling form to the middle of the floor and promptly left her there to flounder about like a finless mermaid.

All his reserve about human pets practically abandoned him as he watched the onna silently. A bright pink aura licked along her curvy frame angrily as she fought to work the shackles off her ankles. Peach colored flesh, smooth and flawless encased a lovely plush body that curved and rounded appealingly in all the right places. Her legs were long shapely limbs with wide and rounded buttocks. In him, he could feel his beast straining against the cage of his mind. He barely restrained the bestial growl that threatened to spill out his throat.

There was something about this onna that called to something within him. It was a deep and dark feeling. It grew darker and more urgent the longer he looked into her defiant blue eyes. The look taunting him, daring him, challenging him. In those eyes, he saw a strong will, a fighting spirit, a pure soul just begging him to taint it with his dark desires. And he was more than willing to oblige.

It was odd to feel grateful that she have shunned the hanyou‘s efforts to subdue and train her leaving him the oh so pleasurable task. He couldn’t think of any other way to enjoy this mysterious creature.

The hanyou watched the onna writhe about on the floor with a sick warped adoration in his red eyes beneath the baboon mask. For some strange reason, it bothered the demon lord. “As I’m sure you already know. This one here is a miko.”

“Feisty little thing.” Aimaru commented in awe as he rose to move near the struggling form of the miko. He lowered down to his haunches then reached out and run his knuckles down her cheek. She wrenched away from his touched and he pouted. “Now there’s no need to be so nasty little one. I assure you I would prove to be much preferable company than your current owner. Why even the frigid ice lord himself would prove to be much favorable company.” He moved to the side to allow her eyes to fall on the demon lord’s rigid form.

Resentment and uncertainty shone in eyes as she watched him; probably seeking assurance of some kind. Of course he offered her none. They’ll be acquainted soon enough. Without breaking their gaze he spoke to the hanyou. “Your price for the miko.”

Surprise quickly came and gone from Naraku red eyes unnoticed. He smiled cunningly. “Her weight in gold.” His smile widen when the demon lord’s gold orbs pinned him with a glare that could freeze over hell itself. “You must understand that even untrained she is worth quite a lot. Here you have a miko, untouched with a very high degree of power untapped within her lovely luscious frame. What makes this one’s story so unique was that she wasn’t captured…she was sold to us.”

“That’s not what one would really call unique. Slaves pass hands many times before they are sold to permanent master.” Aimaru comment as he reached down to run his claws through the miko’s wavy locks. He smiled approvingly when she didn’t flinch away from his touch, though a scowl did mar her lovely face.

“Ah, but what if I told you that her own village, one mainly of priests and mikos, were the ones who sold her to me. In fact, it was the main priestess herself, this one’s sister.”

Shocked, Sesshoumaru and Aimaru looked to miko on the floor to watch her turn her face away from everyone’s scrutiny into the thick mass of her wavy locks in shame.

“That is a unique tale.” Aimaru mused softly, his fingers never leaving her hair.

“Hn.” Sesshoumaru snorted softly. Looking up, he met the eyes of his beta, conveying a silent message between the two of them. At Aimaru’s slight nod, he rose and left the chambers in silence without another word to the merchant.

Naraku watched the demon lord leave with a puzzled frown until Aimaru cleared his throat for his attention. “It would seem that I will be buying the little miko. Expect your payment shortly.” He looked down at the miko with a smile on his handsome face. “Have her cleaned, adorned then taken to my chambers.”

"It's been a pleasure my Milord." Naraku bowed low until the raven haired demon left the chambers.

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Alone, Naraku stepped forward to crouch beside the miko and chuckled when she squirmed away from him frantically. “What a pity.” He reached out to caress her cheek, reveling in the feeling of her shuddering in revulsion. “I was so looking forward to keeping you to myself. How lucky for you little one.”

The miko allowed tears to swim in her eyes and turned away from the cloaked hanyou. She let her body go limp on the floor, all fight suddenly leaving her.

“Kagura.” Naraku summoned the demoness forward. She stepped up beside her master silently awaiting his orders. “Have her groomed for Lord Aimaru. Adorn her in the cursed slave choker with the blue gems. It’s only right we send her off with her sister’s parting gift.” He chuckled darkly at the forlorn look in the miko’s face.

Bowing low to show she received her orders, Naraku turned to leave while carting the remaining slaves after him.

Watching her master leave, Kagura looked down at the miko shaking her head. “Well let’s not keep your new master waiting miko. Just think of it this way…” She reached down the grab hold of the chain connected to the miko’s shackles and turned to leave the chambers. “The easier you make this for me the quicker you will be away from Naraku.”

The miko said nothing as she let herself be dragged from the room toward the bathing chambers.

 

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