Lunar Eclipse (Loli, torture, rape, cannibalism, oral, anal, snuff)






It was his secret, dark and terrible, a burden which he could not share. On the nights new moon he became a man, on the nights of the fully moon he grew closer to a beast... but in the time of an eclipse, Inuyasha could not be anything but a Monster.

Eclipses of the sun were fine, they gave him a boundless hunting spirit which he expressed in gleefully chopping down any youkai which he could find nearby, never a hard proposition and with the rarity of the Sun dark times, he could excuse the urge as merely coincidence while his friends were near.

But there were other times, time far more often when the earth darkened the moon from the sun... when the eclipses of the moon shook from within the opposite end of his bestial self. Where the Darkness of sun would force him to hunt those of his youkai half, on occasion within the darkness of the Moon, Inuyasha would find instead of the vaulted transformation to his fully human form... he would find a hunger, deep and wild for the human form. It had been a long, long time since last he had felt the beginnings of his horrifying predatory urge, but he knew it could not last. And thus when finally it came upon him like a great storm, he would absent himself from the company of his friends least he begin to see them for the tender morsels that they were.

Hunting at such a time was always far too easy for him, the ability to close massive amounts of distance in leaps and bounds, as well as his inhumanly sensitive nose would allow him to find and take prey. His raids quiet, precise and practiced, and he was like a deadly breeze, there in one moment, the gone the next. This night he had struck it lucky. A woman, traveling lightly with a girl child not more than twelve years old, hurried along old forested trails smelling of hope and desperation. The woman was quite lovely, not more than 28 years of age her black hair hid amoung the shadows of the night, but the sunburned complexion spoke of her work in the outdoors. Her child was a cute black haired, doe eyed affair, the blackness of her eyes swallowing the night. It wasn’t far from the Mother’s target of a nearby village that Inuyasha found his way through to make his ambush. Snatching her and the child up in a single movement, she never even had the chance to scream before the Hanyou smacked her, a solid blow across the head removing her from consciousness. The child on the other hand was simply picked up with his hand about its mouth, not wanting to risk killing it while trying to knock it out... he always preferred his meat alive and kicking while he ate.

It didn’t take long for him to reach the nights temporary campsite, an enclosed place chosen for its seclusion a while back before in case of the dark hungers he knew, then toss the limp body of the woman and the squirming one of her child on the floor. Ripping their clothes off he fashioned crude bindings which would restrain the mother from any great motion, using the rest of their rags as fuel for the fire which he quickly began. Her daughter on the other hand had only had her shirt temporarily tied around her feet while Inuyasha worked on those of the mother, an opportunity which she had taken to attempt escape. But in her bindings she could not get far, and when Inuyasha caught her again, he decided that he would begin with her.

Starting first by tasting the goods, Inuyasha’s tongue brushed lightly across her neck as his dangerously clawed fingers trailed their way lightly against her skin. Deciding it was time he begun the Hanyou took one of her delicate hands in his own, and then with a violent wrench, broke off the upper portion of her arm.

A soul wrenching scream filled the area, as the torn off limb leaked viscously from its source, flesh ripped and bleeding fresh, bone jutting out with a jagged angry edge. Holding his end in one hand by its wrist, he held it up to his head and began to chew. In the meantime the horrified pain wracked screams of child, caused the till now concussed mother to stir, her first sight to be greeted by the horrible mess of gore, bone and blood which had replaced her daughters arm. As groggily the woman sank back into unconsciousness, the half-demon would take the girl and push her broken stump arm into the fire. Violently she screamed as the left over flesh cooked and crackled in the fire, stopping the bleeding at the cost of great pain, causing the child to lose consciousness. For the moment he allowed her respite, preferring instead to lightly char the meat in his hand, and eating it warmed.

With a bloody grin, the now almost completely deranged Inuyasha, finished the last of the meat on the ripped off arm, and was now almost as aroused as he was hungry. Growling lightly as he removed his hakama, the half demon would grab roughly the small girl’s still intact arm, shaking her back to wakefulness then pulling her over to his lap.

“Suck.” He ordered gruffly, his thick member swaying stiffly forward. The poor youths face smacking almost directly into it. “Suck, if you want to keep the other arm.”

Eyes widening in fright, the child would relent in her struggles and begin to place the large member in her mouth. Kissing it lightly then almost taking the tip of it in her mouth, the child began to suck upon it in a slow clumsy manner befitting her inexperience, and state of pain. She would almost choke as Inuyasha decided that she needed to take him deeper in, taking her head and controlling the pace of the act, pushing her head and thrusting it down so that his member roughly entered her lips down into her small throat. The first few thrusts bring the little one to tears as mucous and bile emerged in the wake of its removal, the twin miseries of choking and the wrongness of the act causing her to begin sobbing almost uncontrollably. The deranged hanyou, decided to take advantage of this, delighting in the pain he was causing, and once more roughly shoved his penis down into her small oral cavity down into her throat, enjoying ruthlessly the sensation of her sobs around him within her. He would continue this for several minutes, giving her chances to gasp for breath before she passed out, then starting it all over again until he came right down her petite gullet.

He left her in a corner of the enclave, still sobbing and coughing up some of the overly abundant semen which had entered her lungs and stomach. This respite would not be long lasting, as he decided that if all she would be doing is crying, she would be better off without eyes to shed her tears. Almost lovingly he picked her up, placing her into his lap then began to tongue his way across her neck. She could feel the press of his member against her, the lack of cloth between it and her bald neithers a disturbing sensation... but one no worse than what had so far been done to her. But she did not realize just how far from over he was with her. As slowly his lips and tongue ravaged their way across her neck up to her face, he would pause briefly to lick the sweet salt of her still wet tears, then slowly work up to her eyeball. With tongue and lips he licked and sucked at the organ, one more weird sensation amoung many, one less worrying than most as no pain had been involved. Quickly after she learned the folly of that thought.

Pushing his dexterous tongue down into her eye socket, Inuyasha began to steadily increase the suction of his lips, sealing them against the eyelids of the unfortunate youth’s face. Then a sudden increase in the suction and with the help of his tongue, he would guild the eye far enough out that he could grab it with his sharpened teeth, taking it and ripping it bloody from the wounded child’s socket. Another, scream prevailed as the pain of the act came to be measured. With a quick motion, and amid now struggling flailing limbs, the hanyou would seal his lips to the next eyeball, wasting no time in sucking it from its opening and tearing it out like the last. A general wail settled into the area as the child, confused and in pain, cried out as her ragged orbits were now streaming blood instead of tears. This would be taken care of by the half demon quite easily, as he found two stones of the right size then pitched them into the fire. After waiting for a short while, he would reach right in to the flames, seizing each of the now glowing hot then stuffing the into her ragged sockets, searing shut the bleeding flesh, evoking a now broken screaming from the child, who passed out once more from the intensity of the pain.

As the now blind girl curled up anew, her groggy, concussed mother awoke to her screams. Almost at once the woman came awake, and struggled hard against her tight bonds.

“Monster! Monster!” She screamed, over and over again. The stench of fear gripped her tightly. The abused sigh of her child causing her to attempt ever futility to escape her bonds. Inuyasha grinned, her frightened shouts giving him an idea. Grabbing her by the throat, the hanyou pulled her in towards him.

“How much do you want to live?” He asked the scared woman, licking the frightened tears from her eyes. “Would you do ANYTHING, to leave my presence with your life intact?” His finger trailing down her side, demonstrating their inhuman sharpness upon her flank, pushing her thoughts to just how easy it would be for him to skin her alive. Inuyasha grinned, while continuing to lick her face, tongue tracing dangerous circles about her eyes. The terrified woman nodded her head in indication that, yes, she would do absolutely anything he wanted that would leave her amoung the living. His free hand curled its way around her own.

Demonically he grinned, “Good,” he spoke then savagely crushed her hand, grinding all the bones within to shards and pulping the flesh of her fingers.

Her screams decorated the enclosure prettily.

When the pain had finally subsided, her pleading eyes caught themselves on his merciless ones, the question of why evident in their wake.

“That was a reminder, fuck with me, disobey, and I do this to the rest of your bones, before I toss you in the fire to cook... alive.” Oh how he savored the heady fear scent extracted upon that statement.

Grabbing the little girl, still unconscious, and a large rock, the hanyou settled down, next to both, indicating to the mother that she should come and sit there next to him. Cheerfully he dragged the girl’s remaining arm over the rock, and then turned to the girl’s mother.

“I want you to break it,” he said indicating the child’s arm draped over the rock. Revulsion swept through the Mother, when she had said everything; this was not what she had meant. But her pulped hand throbbed still, a constant reminder of his great and inescapable power, and fear kept her mind stilled. Slowly she rose from her seat before the fire, a blank expression on her face as she studied the outstretched arm of the child of her womb. The narrowing gaze of the white haired beast quickened her decision as she leapt into the air, landing feet first on the arm, splintering it across the rock. The broken arm was splintered across the forearm, at the wrong angle at the elbow, and crush below the bicep.

Sobs of remorse wrecked the woman, as she surveyed the damage which she had done to her young, a sense of desolation emptying her soul. But the ordeal was far from over. There her child lay whimpering from the shock of her latest injuries, injuries which compounded the torturous treatment which her other arm and eye had before undergone, when the white haired devil picked her up and dragged her once more over to the fire. No longer able to spare the energy of putting up a fight, the girl child simply keened in pain as he roasted her still attached arm in the flames. The mother found herself once more at the mercy of the beast, this time it invited her over to sit next to it once more as it finished cooking the arm.

Easing the now unresponsive girl from the fire, Inuyasha lined up her virgin asshole with his member, then jammed her onto himself, rocking her up and down in a steady rhythm, the rough treatment causing rupturing in the anus. In the meantime the woman watched with fascinated horror, as her child was deflowered and defiled. Further horror would come when he asked her to take hold of the child’s waist and keep it moving to the rhythm which he had set, all so that he could enjoy the fuck, while having the next part of his meal, her cooked and broken arm. Dry thud of his flesh against the girl child’s, and the wet slurping of his blood slicked cock was all that could be heard be heard for a time, as he devoured the flesh of her arm, and her mother made the mechanical motions necessary for the half-demon’s enjoyment of her bloody, tight hole. Eventually he spent his load within the girl, then paused deciding upon the next indignity which he would visit.

“I want some tongue. Woman, give me her tongue. Now,” knowing perfectly well the ease with which he could rip it out if he willed. The woman’s eyes lit with worry as his gaze settled upon her, saying what he did not, get me her tongue or I will have Yours. Frantically the woman scrambled, at first trying to rip the tongue out with her good hand, a method which left her frustrated, scared and undermined her will.

“Your teeth should be strong enough,” Inuyasha suggested, his grinning blood stained teeth shining white in the fire light.

Desperately the woman followed his morbid advice, crushing her little one’s lips to her own then desperately groping about to align the child’s tongue with her teeth, knowing she needed to get as much of the tongue out as possible least her own become the next meal. Her clumsy attempts at gathering the tongue were going nowhere as she simply could not get her teeth deep enough to grab at the base of the tongue. In desperate frustration she found an answer. It was a simple rock, heavy enough to be wielded for the breaking of bone. Briefly she considered using it on her captor, a notion quickly dismissed by her desire to survive. Taking a deep breath she then continued by driving it forward into the mouth of the little girl, who was by now catatonic with pain and sorrow. That had done the trick as the girls mouth hung limply open, lower jaw broken and one cheek torn giving the mother easy access to the tongue. It was a morbid kiss with which the mother wrenched her little one’s tongue from its oral cavity then spat the still wriggling muscle down into her bloody hands as an offering to the sadistic creature before her.

Once more Inuyasha had prepared a smooth stone, heating it in the fire. Once again he used it to cauterize the bleeding flesh of the child, both the ripped cheek and the severed stump of her tongue, injuries which matched the cooked flesh of the insides of her missing eyes. The tongue he took from the woman, popping while it still wriggled about, into his mouth whole all the while chewing obscenely to show off his enjoyment. The woman struggled to control her stomach, sensing that if she did even the slightest thing to displease the creature before her, that she would suffer horribly then die, just as she had been doing to her own daughter at the beast’s request. Inuyasha grinned, now that he was absolutely sure of the extent to which the mother was willing to go in order that he might spare her, he would visit one final fatal infliction upon the girl child.

Making sure that the mother was watching, the hanyou took one supernaturally sharpened claw, then began to trace a line about the child’s head, digging deep beneath the skin and into the skull cap, easily lifting the entire top portion of the little ones skull off to show off the formations of grey matter inside. His eyes drifted over to the mother, who had begun to sway in place slightly, the gravity of her deeds beginning to set in. Perfect.

“You. Eat,” his harsh voice all but croaked in excitement, as he directed the mother to being feasting upon the exposed flesh of her daughter’s mind. Stricken with conflicting grief and the will to survive, the woman would eventually settle into position, at first going to scoop out the gelatinous flesh with her hand, an option quickly removed as the half demon grabbed the offending limb, and again did the same to it as he had done to the other.

“You eat with your mouth,” his stern warning compounded with the intense pain of having had her entire hand once more splintered, now dangling useless from the arm. With tears in eyes she complied, pressing herself face first into the exposed brain of her young one and begun biting in, tearing off chunks, chewing and swallowing it down. Fear driving her onward, she broke from the task only for breaths of air, as slowly but surely, she had devoured a major portion of the little girl’s gray matter.

Once she had eaten enough to please him, Inuyasha would hungrily mash her lips against her own, and begin to sensually touch and caress her, tasting deeply of the woman’s last meal. With one hand to the woman’s lower back, with the other he slit open the little girl’s remains, cracking open the ribs one handed and removing both heart and lungs for the fire, then reaching further down, removed her abused anus, virgin pussy, and the uterus to which it was connected. All these things were placed one by one, into the fire to be cooked. All while he explored the mother’s body, eventually placing himself into her entrance and pumping her for all he was worth. The bitter sound of sexual congress filled the air as the next hour was filled with the sizzling of organ flesh, and the wet sounds of intimate coitus. The bitches moans falling in time to the crackling hiss of her daughter’s cooking meat, almost as if the girl was crying out from beyond the grave at the horror and injustice with pleas for attention from the one who should have given everything for her.

The meat sizzled on until the wet, hot, violation of intimacy was done.

Once cooked to his satisfaction, each morsel was shared between himself and the slut as he set himself back to the task of fucking her silly. The fool mother who would sacrifice her child for her own safety.

The dark mirror to his own who’d given everything for him.

It was at the end of the session with the time of the Lunar eclipse coming soon to a close that he decided what he would do with her. Pricking his thumb, he would force her to suck down a bit of his blood, then feeling that it was about to reach inside of the throat he whispered.

“Blades of Blood.” He spoke, almost a whisper as immediately her ruined hands flew to her throat; it felt as though she had swallowed a bundle of thorns. She tried immediately to scream out her discomfort, only to find that barely a whimper could any longer be formed. His blood blades had shredded her tongue and larynx. Immediately he grabbed a burning stone, then made her swallow it, stopping it forcefully at her throat then letting her regurgitate it up... along with a fair portion of what she had eaten for the evening.

“You will not tell, you will not see, but you will live,” he spoke as lovingly he caressed her eyes. Fear filled her as his fingers would pluck each one from its socket, again dropping the burning stones in to cauterize the wounds. She could take no more, passing out much like her daughter, from the pain. Looking down at the stilled form of the ruined woman, Inuyasha would put back on his attire. What was left of the little girl’s body would be left for other wild creatures to enjoy.

Almost lovingly he would caress her stomach, during this lunar event his usually infertile seed would become activated to a massive extent, ensuring that almost any woman who would survive a coupling with him during the lunar eclipse would be guaranteed to have his children, though their natures altered toward the wild demonic spectrum of his blood. He would drop her off at the nearest village, in hopes that they might shelter her long enough for his brood to be born. Indeed she would live, until his pups were born and had their first meal coming from the womb, she’d die for her progeny.

One way or another.

Inuyasha himself would remember none of this, leaving only the vague notion of what he had done from awaking in a hot-spring, having cleansed himself of the stink of sex and violence which permeated his being. Fearful of the possibilities which awoke in him to the faint scents, Inuyasha would scrub and scrub and scrub away within the boiling heat of the waters.

The stink never fully faded away.