Here is a little piece I did after one of the IY discussion lists got 
started about Kikyou. It has major spoilers for Volume 17 of the manga (And 
about...42-on of the anime.)

This story is a lemon, but only in sexual content. There's only one -real- 
person in this story doing anything 'naughty', but there's the influence of 
more then one. This is also very creepy, I've been told by my betas, and 
the subject matter is dark and unpleasant. Please don't read if you can't 
deal with adult subjects. ^.~

I'm actually seriously seeking C&C with this story, as I usually don't 
delve into this sort of subject matter -- well, beyond 'Love Lies Bleeding' 
(Still waiting, six months later, for beta on Ch. 10. -.-;). Especially on 
the parts in 'italics' (Ie, which are -marked like this-, since italics 
don't show, natch. n.n;) which can easily be written out of the story.

Thanks to those who give the story a peek and give me a C&C.


Consuming Desire
About the Price of Protection

Amanda "Seifer Grrl" Lever



The cave was just as Kikyou remembered it; sinking deep into the earth, 
cool and damp. Mold and fungus graced the walls, creating a green-gray 
carpet over most of the walls, hanging in clumps in some spots.

She set her bow aside; her shin-dama-chu refused to pass the threshold of 
the cave as she went inside. They sensed, perhaps better then their master, 
the evil that had been spawned within. They would not trespass where she 
did not fear to tread.

The earth was slightly spongy beneath her feet, sinking slightly with her 
careful steps down the slippery slope into the belly of the cave, where the 
light of the moon barely penetrated, leaving her to find her way by memory; 
a stone out of place here making her stumble, ruining the grace of her 
approach in this unholy place.

But when she felt the grass beneath her feet end, she knew where she was.

�Onigumo,� she breathed in the damp air, as she slowly went to her knees. 
The shin-dama-chu thrashed at the entrance, fearful, freakishly displaying 
their agitation with their shimmering bodies. They were afraid.

They had every right to be.

Her fingers sank into the earth, digging into the wet soil and scraping up 
furrows in the dirt. Pebbles clicked against her nails, and she flicked 
them away casually. She could feel it, the thing she�d come to find.

Onigumo�s lust had been powerful, his longing all-consuming. It had soaked 
the earth, permeated the stone, from his time here, and she could feel it 
in her hands as she scraped up the earth, not minding the grit collecting 
under her nails.

The perversion that saturated the patch of ground killed all life in this, 
eating all potential for life in what would have otherwise been a fine 
place for the grass to grow. But she found it to be just what she needed to 
keep herself alive.

Once the earth was soft, a pliable pile formed, she cupped it in her hands, 
bringing the mound of dark soil to her nose; she inhaled the scent of 
barren, lifeless earth; of scents like sweat, semen, afterbirth, death. 
He�d left so much of himself behind here, his lust sticking to the soil 
like sweat stained sheets.

And she could never thank him enough for it.

She thought it would be unpalatable, but strangely, as she brought the 
first clump to her lips, it passed beyond them with ease. It did not, 
despite the disgusting things that were a part of it now, taste foul. Damp 
and clinging, sticking to tongue and catching between her teeth, it did not 
go down easily, but it was not impossible. Slowly, the sin soaked earth was 
made a part of her own grave soil body, bite by bite, till her hands were 
empty.

She did not know why, but she licked them clean.

In the dark, she told herself that the desire that suddenly shook her was 
not her own. It wasn�t that she didn�t know what it was. She was hardly a 
stranger to the feeling of lust. She had lived, breathed, and wanted; her 
love for Inu-Yasha was hardly innocent and without a physical component. He 
had been beautiful; sleek and lean, his snowy mane begging to have her 
hands sunk into the thickness of it, to be held as he--

She opened her eyes, and focused. Now was not the time for such indulgent 
thoughts. There would likely never be a time, even if she knew that he was 
still probably under the Goshinboku, still remembering her promise: I will 
never let another man touch a hair on my head.

She returned to her task, lifting the damp hands that had somehow become 
pressed hard against her own thighs, creeping inward, to work more earth 
into a soft meal for her delicate taste. The more she took in, the more 
lust she steeped into her burnt bones, her corpse-soil flesh, and the 
better protected she would be.

She found, as she dined upon the deviant desires steeped into the earth, 
that the taste of lust was sweet, indeed.

Another small mound was scraped from the earth, but this time, her hands 
were less steady and her hunger greater; she devoured now, her eyes closed, 
the thick, wet earth swallowed hard, a pepple spat out as it clicked 
against her teeth. She didn�t bother chewing the mass, just tried to get it 
down her throat without choking herself.

Again, her tongue flicked against her hands, lapping away the remnants of 
the soil and carrying them into her mouth. She suckled the tips of her own 
fingers, darting her tongue to clear the grit from beneath her nails. She 
didn�t want to let it go to waste.

She did not notice that she was trembling, but she did notice the heat that 
was flooding her cold body. A fingertip still in her mouth, she savored the 
sweetness that was warming her dead flesh.

Lust was such a vibrant thing. Like hate, it brought heat to her wet hands, 
and pooled it in her belly. It stimulated the senses, yet created a languor 
in her flesh that brought her down to lie where Onigumo once had, her eyes 
closing in the dark as she spread herself across the place where Naraku had 
been birthed from unholy union between wild thief and hateful youkai.

The warmth was to be savored. Loosening her kimono, she slid her hands over 
her chest, feeling her bound breasts, down to her belly, splaying her 
fingers over her abdomen. No living womb was beneath her hand, but for the 
moment, she almost felt alive again.

More importantly, she almost felt human.

What would it have been like, she wondered unbidden, as she began to loosen 
her wrap to free her breasts. Onigumo�s lust was a dirty thing, she knew it 
even as it heated her body, but what would Inu-Yasha�s have been like?

The slightly damp pads of her fingers trailed over her breasts as she gazed 
at the cave�s ceiling, smiling faintly. Would he have been shy? Or would he 
have been forceful?

She pinched a nipple at the thought, and laughed as it hardened. A dead 
body, an imitation of life but it still responded. Was it Onigumo�s lust, 
the fire of his depraved passion, that incited her abnormal body to react 
as a woman�s should?

It didn�t matter, she decided, fondling her breasts with abandon, her body 
responding with shivers of delight. It didn�t matter who�s feeling it was, 
her�s or Onigumo�s. She lived. She lived!

A stuttered groan preceded the snap of one of ties of her hakama; she�d 
broken the cord in the rush to undo them. She slithered out of her 
clothing, tossing it away to lie on the bare earth.

In her mind�s eye, she saw her lover; she had no frame of reference to 
imagine him as a human, as they would have been together had the foulness 
that permeated the earth she made her bed been averted. She imagined his 
hands on her thighs, spreading her wide, his erection between her legs 
instead of her fingers, his mouth sucking hard against her nipples even as 
she tugged on them.

-There. That�s the spot.-

�Inu-Yasha!� her voice echoed in the small space as her hips lifted; her 
fingers slid against her sex again and again as she rocked her hips into 
the motion, her breath coming in sharp, hard gasps between clenched teeth. 
It wasn�t enough.

-Open your legs. Wide. Wider.-

She thrust one, two fingers into her channel, feeling something tear and 
savoring the pain that mixed with the pleasure she�d never known in life. 
Her eyes watered, but no tears fell.

-Deeper. Spread. Spread wider. Thrust harder. Show me your secret places. 
Let me in.-

She continued to work herself, feeling her own stickiness spread across her 
fingers drip between her legs down to the earth beneath her, mingling her 
lust with Onigumo�s on their twisted bed. The damp soil clung to her flesh; 
shoulders, back, buttocks, the heels of her feet as she pressed them into 
the earth to pump her hips, encouraging the friction.

-Scream.-

She was dirty, but it didn�t matter -- no, she was dirty and she liked it. 
It was what he wanted.

-Scream, bitch.-

He wanted her dirty.

-Scream! I told you to scream!-

The realization hit her at the same time her climax did; the lover in her 
mind blurred and shattered as she screamed in the dark, before dropping her 
slack body to ground. The aftershock of orgasm rushing through her body, 
feeding the lust instead of abating it, she realized what had happened.

Onigumo wanted her dirty. Onigumo would have gladly stripped her here, had 
he the strength. He would have bore her to the earth, pried her legs apart 
and tore her open as he fucked her till she screamed.

She bit her lip; the rise of her gorge forced the precious earth she had 
just consumed to be her protection against Naraku�s hate up into her 
throat, and she swallowed it back down, before rolling onto her side. She 
wouldn�t be sick. She couldn�t be sick. The dead did not vomit.

After a moment�s struggle only a whimper escaped her, but it did not last. 
She wiped her hands against her dirt spattered thighs, and then forced 
herself to sit up.

She hadn�t been prepared for the cost of her protection, she realized, as 
she sat in the dark, shivering as the heat in her belly shrank to an ember 
instead of a bonfire. But if a little lust was what Onigumo demanded for 
his protection, then so be it. Already, as she reached for her clothing, to 
hide her dirtiness until she could find a place to bathe, she made a plan.

The next time Onigumo�s price was due, she�d spend her lust on Inu-Yasha. 
She was certain he wouldn�t refuse her.

But first, she had to see Onigumo himself and make him understand what 
power he�d given her�

All just for getting a little dirty.




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