Chapter 230:
Though two hundred clones are created, a score of them is
immediately destroyed as the water serpent barrels through the throng
of clones. Though Zabuza notes many of them leap out of the way and
into the forest, the small muddy field between the trees is chaos of
storming water and advancing clones attacking the large water dragon
in vain. Zabuza then takes note of a few clones creating that blue ball
of chakra that had surprised him on the bridge before and attacking
him.
Smiling, Zabuza confidently shouts, "it's like I told you before," bringing
out his gigantic sword with every intention of showing the blond his one
trick won't catch him unawares again. Sprinting directly to the barrage
of Rasengan carrying Naruto's he yells, "that's not going to work on me
again!"
True to his word, Zabuza makes light of the weaker Narutos, dodging
deftly and countering perfectly. After four incredibly fast hand seals, the
elite demon is shooting dense, armor-piercing water bullets from his
mouth as his water dragon wrecks trees, uproots trunks, and destroys
as many clones as possible.
Chakra blade extended as far out as a normal sword, Naruto attacks
Zabuza from the front, yelling, "and I told you-" before they clash and
Naruto's blade chips into Kubikiribōchō, sending sparks out as both
shinobi glare into each other's eyes. It was the first sense from Zabuza;
a sense of someone afraid to fail. To fail what, Naruto couldn't discern,
but it was honest, and it spurned Naruto to fight even harder then he
currently felt capable.
"That true strength comes from the will to protect," Naruto triumphantly
chants, and as if to prove his point, from the very top of the tall trees,
one clone followed by two others are plummeting at a tremendous
velocity with the clone in the lead spearheading a Rasenshuriken in
hand, before slamming the destructive technique into the spine of the
distracted water-beast.
A large shock-wave of extreme pressure from the expanding spirit
energy vaporizes the water and forceful steam explodes outward, as a
gigantic dome of a countless microscopic wind blades shred the
aquatic dragon, dirt, muddy grass, and stone into nothingness. The
way the water catches the light gives the entire murder dome a soft
bluish-white glow as Zabuza and Naruto are blown away along with
any remaining clones.
Mentally out of it with a horrible ringing in his ears, a sluggish Zabuza
slowly makes it to his feet and witnesses an incredibly large and
sizzling hole at the very center of the small field. Trees are bent,
broken, or blasted away. Branches, stone pieces, and dirt are scattered
across the even forest floor. The only thought to pass through a
snickering Zabuza's mind was, 'fucker could kill me if I'm not careful.'
A groan to Zabuza's right alerts him to the blond shinobi benching a
large branch off his chest, however, a glint to his left from moonlight
catching sharpened metal helps him locate Kubikiribōchō stuck halfway
into a tree trunk. Before he can take a single step toward his weapon,
one of the blond's clones lands on the handle, leveling his chakra blade
in front and ready to fight. Looking around, another three clones
appear and already begin to make his signature technique in defense
of the weapon.
Feeling winded himself, Zabuza's mind couldn't help but ask, 'how the
hell does this brat have so much power?'
Upright and breathing heavily, a muddy, bleeding, and soggy Naruto is
holding his right side in clear pain, but in the moonlight, Zabuza can
see the blond's eyes are slitted near to that of a predator and knows
this shinobi won't quit. Quitting isn't in him, and the older man can't
help but smile at that before asking, "Haku taught you my style didn't
he? It's the only way you could know how to survive all of my tricks."
"We sparred… almost every day," a heavily breathing Naruto admits.
"But I didn't know… that's why he fought… that way," Naruto claimed,
wincing from a stabbing pain his mind is attempting to block as his
body tries to heal; tries to press on. "But you still… don't get it. Haku's
will to protect… is stronger than this fight."
"You're counting your chickens before they hatch," Zabuza claims
before lowering his stance to combat readiness. "I'm still standing."
Naruto smirks, realizing aloud, "Haku is protecting us both," before
charging after the taller ninja. Zabuza fights an armed Naruto bare-
handed and with his skill, size, and experience manages to just barely
maintain the advantage, but no matter the slip, the punch, the kick,
Naruto evades, counters, and keeps on coming until, the experienced
ninja accepts Naruto's bladed strike, catching the sharp metal through
his left palm before twisting and redirecting it to the surprised Naruto's
chest.
Though Naruto stops adding Fūton chakra to the blade, the dull
material of the knuckle knife penetrates the muscle of his own left
hand, a defensive catch that only allows an inch of metal to pierce his
chest. Both their hands skewered and bleeding on one another, Naruto
and Zabuza glare at each other like raging lions until the genin's right
hand lets go of his chakra blade to grip the assassin's left elbow for
what's to come.
Without even looking the pair know what the powerful howling of a
large broadsword spinning thrown toward them by a clone is without
looking. Naruto's baby-blue, slitted eyes glare at Zabuza in open
challenge, setting his feet wide and holding firmly in place for the large
butcher's blade to dismember them both, however, Zabuza isn't
worried and only smiles demonically. Just before the loud spinning
blade reaches them, the elite Zabuza leaps high enough for the
spinning blade to harmlessly drive-by underneath him. Holding firm
himself to keep Naruto in place to be severed in half, Naruto easily
read Zabuza's eyes as they say, 'not good enough.'
Zabuza hadn't expected the large sword to burst into a puff of white
smoke and be replaced by a clone with a Rasengan already formed.
Though the clone's attack would've missed Zabuza still mid-leap,
Naruto drops to his knees sinking the midair Zabuza low enough for
the clone to hit the tall shinobi right in the gut.
So long as the equilibrium of the spinning spirit energy remains in
check, the spinning ball of chakra is an effective kill technique.
However, Naruto doesn't want to kill Zabuza and allows the compact
hurricane to explode forcefully upon contact rather than maintain its
shredding spin, rocketing the former Kiri ANBU forty feet away,
scrapping skin against the ground with every bounce until he hits one
of the large trees still standing with a loud 'thwack!'
When Zabuza awakens, his once peaceful mind is immediately
bombarded by volleys of sheer agony from the number of broken
bones and shredded muscle. He then realizes he can't move; not due
to being restrained in any way, but because his fevered and dirty limbs
feel heavier than he currently has the energy to lift.
Chapter 231:
With busted blood vessels filling the whites of his eyes with red and
wincing from the intense pain, Zabuza looks to the dark forest above
sinking in his sight at a snail's pace. It's when his slow mind realizes
he's being carried before eventually discovering he's being carried on
the shoulders of six clones, almost as if he were a casket being taken
to his gravesite.
"If Haku…" Zabuza grunts in pain but ignores it, as he's been trained to
do. "If Haku… hadn't shown you my style… you'd be dead."
Tilting his view to the seventh Naruto, who's left arm is in a splint made
out of the remains of his orange jacket, limping on his right foot, dirty,
sweaty, bleeding from multiple lacerations nowhere more severely than
his swollen left hand and injured pectoral. Even half-dead, the boy still
has enough strength to lug Kubikiribōchō over his right shoulder.
"No," Naruto huffs. Thinking of an appeased Kurama, Naruto adds, "I
wouldn't."
With a concussed brain and, likely, a fractured skull, thinking hurts the
elite ninja, however, after a moment, Zabuza recalls aloud, "the red…
chakra."
Feeling a great wave of laughter from his torn gut, Zabuza only chokes
out blood onto the blond hair of the nearest clone, prompting the clone
to angrily communicate, "watch where you're spitting Jiji," at the same
time the real Naruto mumbles, "easy, easy-"
"You didn't… even… use your ugh! full power," Zabuza yells,
immensely amused, half choking out more red liquid, half laughing.
Rolling his eyes at the bleeding psycho, Naruto reiterates, "I told you…
we didn't need to-"
"Yeah… we did," Zabuza heaves. "Now I know… the only way… to kill
you… is… the most boring way."
Frustrated, Naruto spits red saliva from his muddy and bloody mouth
before berating the elite ninja. "Will you stop trying to make Haku sad!"
"Haku knows… who I am," Zabuza returns. "Don't worry… when I do
kill you… it'll be an end… befitting of a true… shinobi."
"Urgh… I don't even want to know what that means," Naruto groans.
"But I'll take you on… anytime. And for Haku… I'll kick your ass… and
make sure we both survive… because… he'd be sad… if one of us
died."
"Guess I'll take… the bun-haired brat," Zabuza voices pityingly, as if
Tenten is a consolation prize, going so far as to add, "might be able
to… make a decent weapon out of her."
"You're not taking Tenten-chan," Naruto huffs with bored finality as if he
understands more who Zabuza is.
"I said pick, didn't I," Zabuza reminds the blond. "Haku… should be
more important… than some chick… or even, your village. Unless you
don't think… I'll really take Haku with me."
With dizzy thoughts of future Sasuke, Naruto angrily retorts, "trying to
force someone to stay… when they really want to leave doesn't work,
you idiot. It's not my place to decide for Haku. If he ever wanted to
leave… I know I'd hate it. I'd probably beg for him to stay… but I won't
physically try to stop him. As long as Haku knows he can always rely
on me… that I'll always be there for him… then that's all that matters."
"…Ugh, shut up," Zabuza bellows. "You're making me feel worse than I
already do."
"That's called your feelings," Naruto hums. "Because you're such a
loving and caring Jiji."
"SHUT UP," Zabuza nearly yells, then immediately regrets it, turning
silent as the throbbing agony nearly knocks him out.
"You're taking Kubikiribōchō back," Naruto declares with authority. "And
you're going to stop doing bad things to good and innocent people."
"…I'm… not," Zabuza stubbornly returns. "I work… for the highest
bidder. As long as they pay… I do whatever they want… whether that's
killing women and children… assassinating a Kage… or planting damn
trees."
"But you don't have to-"
"Kubikiribōchō is yours," Zabuza cuts him off, wincing in pain for his
efforts. "So… if… you're …willing to let me earn it back… I'll work for
your clan… when it's up and running."
Naruto's aching mind takes several moments to realize what Zabuza is
offering, and calls out, "oh… yeah sure."
"Having said that," Zabuza voices between his raspy breathing. "You
still have to pay me."
"What," Naruto yells then winces. "But I barely have any ryo as it is!"
"Not my problem," Zabuza maintains.
"…mnn, if I sell Kubikiribōchō, I'd probably get a ton of ryo-"
Growling, Zabuza yells at the blond, "do that and I'll definitely get it
back and kill you with it!"
"Sheshesheshe- owww… oww… ugh, Kami," Naruto moans from
compounding pain radiating throughout his body. "Whatever, Jiji."
NARUTO
"Zabuza-sama," Haku calls, landing in front of them from the high
branches above. "Naruto-sama," an unsettled Haku adds, immediately
looking over both men before beginning to treat them. As the clones
gently set the tall man down, Haku takes a scroll of Naruto's design
and unseals several vials of green and white liquids and pills. Handing
Naruto a few, Haku then takes the initiative to pour the medicinal
contents between Zabuza's lips.
Falling from the trees above, Tenten yells, "Naruto!" Landing near the
bleeding blond, Tenten simply looks at her fellow ninja in sheer
amazement, forgetting everything but the simple fact that the genin
Uzumaki Naruto beat the elite Momochi Zabuza.
"Hey, your dad's fine now," he tells her befuddled expression. Despite
her clear shock and silence, Naruto heaves the legendary broadsword
from his sore shoulder and extends it to the young weapon's specialist,
asking, "mind holding this for me?"
Further amazed, she hesitates to ask, "you… trust me?"
With a lazy shrug, he stipulates, "as long as you promise not to run off
with it-"
"I won't," Tenten quickly interjects. "I wouldn't! Not after…" Tenten trails
off, turning her view to a concentrating Haku treating Zabuza before
noting each and every one of Naruto's visible injuries. "I can't believe
you actually beat the Demon of Hidden Mist… after everything my
father said and did… I didn't even defend you-" which voicing aloud
only made her realize, with widening eyes, she's exactly as Zabuza
had identified her, 'sheep,' saddening her beyond belief.
"Uh, it's fine," Naruto claims, pressing the large blade forward,
disrupting her train of thought and process of shame. "I've heard worse
and I don't think you're a bad person, so will you hold it for me? It's
kinda heavy."
"Of course," Tenten states, mentally chastising herself for not aiding
him as much as she can. As Tenten takes Kubikiribōchō with one arm
and rests the hunk of metal over her smaller, yet strong shoulder, she
asserts, "we need to get you to the hospital!"
"Naruto-sama," Haku calls. "If I can use your clones to bring him
somewhere safe?"
"Yeah," a dog-tired Naruto nods before telling one of his clones, "let
Karin-chan know she can take Tenten-chan's dad to the hospital, then
make sure she gets home alright."
Chapter 232:
As Haku, Zabuza, and the clones leave, an exuberant Ōyashiro steps
forward, addressing Naruto happily as, "Uzumaki-dono. A moment of
your time before you tend to your wounds." Extending the other, much
cleaner, chakra blade, the weapons merchant articulates, "a gift."
"Wait a minute," Tenten interjects, careful not to hit anyone with
Kubikiribōchō over her shoulder. Staring angrily at her father's
merchant friend, she declares, "Ōyashiro-san knows he needs to be
more specific about the reason behind gifting, so all parties know there
haven't been any violations."
"Why, yes, of course," Ōyashiro slowly agrees. "Konoha does have
laws like that, don't they. My mistake." Turning to Naruto, the arms
vendor states, "I freely offer Uzumaki Naruto-dono a gift, a single
chakra blade, as a show of good faith, without any special conditions or
restrictions or obligations expected from him."
As he looks on at the partner of his chakra blade, a weary Naruto can't
think much more than knowing the politics of sales is confusing and
turns to Tenten. The blond at least trusts that Tenten knows about
these things and after her stiff nod, he to shrugs and takes the weapon,
citing, "thanks. I'll get you the ryo for the other one tomorrow."
Nodding, Ōyashiro states, "would you be opposed to speaking when
next we meet?"
Glancing to the man's expressionless bodyguard a moment before
looking at the elder merchant, Naruto asks, "uh, what was your name
again?"
"Where are my manners," the merchant claims with a smile before
bowing. "We haven't been formally introduced. My name is Ōyashiro
Izumo, from Ōyashiro's Global Services. As a merchant clan, we
manage a far and wide network of trading, rather successfully, I might
add, and it's through my contact here in Konohagakure that I was able
to learn of Kubikiribōchō's availability."
"Oh," Naruto slowly voices. "I guess we can talk…"
Naruto's eyes suddenly focus on the curvy blond bodyguard eying
Kubikiribōchō on Tenten's shoulder. For the briefest of moments, he
has the impression she was going to steal it when another presence
makes itself known from the shadows in the trees above. Naruto didn't
know who it was, but, the blond woman takes a step back when the
merchant quickly bids Naruto and Tenten, "goodnight and be well,
Uzumaki-dono."
Turning to the blond woman insistently, she easily picks up the elderly
man before leaping into the tree branches above. Watching them go, a
slanting Naruto felt ready to pass out then and there. He's slept in the
dangerous forest many times before and has no qualms about doing
so now, however, Tenten pats him on the shoulder, telling him with a
smile on her face and a large sword over her shoulder, "let me help
you."
Tenten takes out a scroll from her pouch and stores Kubikiribōchō
within it then gives it to Naruto. As he stuffs it in his pouch next to his
chakra blades, Tenten turns her back to him, kneels, and offers her
back for a piggyback ride.
"You sure," Naruto asks.
"Of course," Tenten calls out. "It'll be faster this way." Straddling her
hips with his one good arm around her neck, Tenten uses her chakra to
bolster her muscles and leaps into the branches above before sprinting
out of the forest of death.
Disaster only struck the pair after they reached the field outside of the
perimeter of Training Ground 44. Once in the middle of the cool,
moonlit field, sprinting fluidly through the swaying tall grass, the clone
Naruto sent to Kurenai's house had dispelled, and aside from happily
meeting a stunning green-eyed, tan-skinned, and silver-haired woman
interested in Fūinjutsu in the library, the immensely sexy sight of
Kurenai tongue-kissing him before seductively telling him, 'Naruto, I
need you in me,' while stroking his groin gave him an erection then and
there.
Despite his blood loss, his raging boner dug into Tenten's lower back,
who jolted at the feeling as Naruto instinctively tried to move his lower
self away, causing them both to fall to the ground. After rolling and
sliding to a stop, a dusted Tenten rushes over to make certain Naruto
isn't worse for wear only to notice the large tent popping from his
crotch. Blushing madly, Tenten turns around as a modest Naruto tries
turns away from her.
Though a blushing Tenten made many octaves of sounds spill from her
mouth, it couldn't be described as words, to which Naruto asks, "uh,
Tenten-chan? Why don't you head over to the hospital, check on your
dad, and I'll just meet you there."
"Uh, but, wait, no," Tenten starts to respond. "I can't leave you like
this-" And at the sight of him keeping his obvious arousal away from
her, amends her statement. "I mean, injured! I can't leave you injured.
Not… uh, your-"
"Thanks," Naruto interrupts in a high-pitched tone. "But I'll be fine, I
promise. I'll be there before you know it."
Slowly, she answers, "…Okay. And Naruto?"
"Yeah," he voices, awkwardly looking over his shoulder.
"Thank you," the grateful brunette expresses, trying hard not to look
below his neck. "For saving us."
"Don't worry about it," Naruto returns, waving his hand.
"Please don't brush what you did off," Tenten calls out, taking a step
forward in spite of his obvious state. "I thought I was going to die,
and… and we were horrible to you. You didn't have to help us, but you
did anyway, and I'll always be grateful to you because of it."
"Well, that's nice of you… to say, I mean," he awkwardly says with a
nervous chuckle. "I'm just glad you're okay." When she doesn't move,
he continues, "really, Tenten-chan. We're Konoha shinobi. You
would've done the same for me."
With a stern nod, Tenten leaves Naruto. Though the mentally
congested, horribly fevered, bloody, and dirty blond is still fiercely
hurting, he's no longer hemorrhaging freely and only feels throbbing
pangs of extensive pain rather than throbbing pangs of extensive
agony. Under the night's whitish-blue moonlight, Naruto travels as best
he can through the lamp-lit lights of Konoha's dark streets but with his
injuries, it does take more time than he'd like.
Finally reaching Kurenai's home, rather than press his chakra to the
Fūin security platform, Naruto knocks on the door before using the
wood barrier to ease himself to the floor. Pressing his back against the
solid entrance to keep himself upright, looking out to the pleasant
tranquility of the night and happy to finally be home, a content Naruto
smiles with relaxing joy.
Chapter 233:
KURENA
Awake in bed, staring at the ceiling, Kurenai felt vulnerable, discarded,
weak, tricked, and foolish. What was supposed to be an occasion of
celebration, did not end as she had hoped. Hot and frustrated, Kurenai
turns in her bed as she counts down the positives that unfairly warped
to negatives.
All three of her students made it to the final test of the Chūnin exam,
and yet, now she must stand aside while others continue their
education. Her opportunity to be honest with Asuma went from one
drink to three and no closer to telling him her feelings regarding them.
Her groping tongue-kiss of Naruto's clone, and expectation to see him
soon, turned into over an hour of waiting and an absent bed-partner.
Kurenai isn't angry by the turn of events, just horny and frustrated.
Evidently, the day is refusing to treat her kindly.
Socially meeting Asuma at the crowded Jōnin bar, Elite Spirits, easily
reminded Kurenai why she fell in love with him in the first place. She
reverted to all their old patterns with the ruggedly handsome man, and
not only was it easy to go back to that and play along, but it was also a
comforting role, like an old favorite dress that still fits. Laughing with
Asuma in their favorite booth in their bar, her insightfully imaginary
brain used probability to navigate that future-line with him and it felt a
bit lacking… less impactful… less fateful.
In her bed, tightening her warm legs together, Kurenai reasoned
Asuma was no longer her only favorite dress. She's gained a newfound
adoration to an orange dress she hadn't expect to love wearing rather
often. Her newer, favorite dress, to put it aptly made the world and her
influence in events much larger. The power of sex, her beliefs, her
team, her missions; her future-line with Naruto was everything a strong
independent person could want.
And Kurenai's need to see her blond lover only grew when she learned
her time with her team will be cut down to a third of what it once was;
essentially team meetings and drills. Though she didn't let it show, it
was depressing for the Inuzuka, Aburame, and Hyūga clan heads to
take their children for special clan training.
Kurenai knows she's being a little dramatic, however, after watching
Naruto's near death, losing her students, and gaining more objectivity
with Asuma, all in one day, she felt out-of-sorts and vulnerable and
couldn't help the irrationally reoccurring thought, 'my students are
leaving me…'
So, after finding Naruto's clone reading on her bed, she walked right up
to him, grips him desperately by the hair and jaw and kisses him
deeply, drilling her tongue deep in his oral cavity and greedily siphoning
as much of his saliva as she could before eventually pulling away.
Stroking his groin through his pants, she wantonly expresses,
"Naruto… I need you in me."
After the dazzled blond came to his senses, he popped away instantly,
and at the latest, Kurenai expected the real Naruto to burst through her
bedroom door in fifteen minutes. She fantasized he'd be ripping off her
clothes in under ten minutes and ramming inside her seconds later,
however, laying in bed, hot and bothered, she felt foolish and
desperate when she looks to her clock and counts aloud, "an hour and
twenty-three minutes."
Too restless for sleep, Kurenai considers pleasuring herself with her
orange toy when she hears a slow yet powerful knock at the door. The
only people she would ever expect at that time of night can enter
without knocking. Unsure who could be visiting her at such an hour,
Kurenai slips on some underwear, black silk pajamas, and her red robe
before making her way downstairs. Her expanding senses reassures
her there's no observable threat to her for a mile, though she picks up
on a person sitting against her door. Disarming the Fūin security and
unlocking the entrance to her home, a bloodied Naruto's upper half
slides back and lands flat on his back.
"Naruto!"
Dropping to her knees, her alarmed mind can't even begin to assess
his major injuries from his minor ones with all the dried blood, dirt, mud,
and grime caked on him. His filthy and torn jacket is being used as a
splint for his left arm, the swollen hand of which has dirt and dried
blood over a sealing gash. That same dirty arm is redder than the skin
tone of his body from severe irritation. Additionally, his chest is caked
with dried blood from a pectoral puncture, the skin around his right eye
is purple, and under his nose and mouth is dried blood. His breathing
hitches and his right ankle also looks swollen.
"…Yo," he tells her with a weak grin.
"What happened," Kurenai calls, leaning closer to inspect every inch of
him. Kurenai knows a few rudimentary healing jutsu and places her
palm over his chest. But before her green chakra can begin to
diagnose his wounds, Naruto's hand reaches her face, palming it
affectionately.
His blue eyes are a well of happiness she can easily become lost in
when he tells her, "you always say honesty in communication is
important." Taking a deep breath, he admits, "don't freak out, but I just
came from fighting Zabuza-jiji-"
"What! How! Why!" Kurenai immediately responds, before hastily
dropping that line of inquiry and concentrating her green-covered
hands on healing what she can, stating, "nevermind! I'll get you to the
hospital and alert ANBU on the way-"
"Don't," Naruto slowly tells her, softly pinching her cheek. "We just had
a disagreement, is all. It's fine now."
"That may be the case," she starts, feeling a wave of adoration for the
way he pinched her cheek. "But he's a missing-nin from our Bingo
Book who's within the village. I'm obligated to-"
"I know," Naruto replies, nodding as best he can. "I know, but, I'm
asking you not to… for now."
"You're putting me in a terrible position," she hates to admit, moving
away from his warm and dirty palm.
"Yeah," Naruto states with a soft smile, letting his palm drop heavily.
"Trust me, Nai-chan. I do mean only for now and I'll tell Ji-chan. Plus,
Zabuza-jiji can't even get up right now. He won't hurt anyone."
Letting out an exhaustive breath of air, her hand caresses his face as
she responds, "for now, I'll keep it to myself… however, I will inform
Sandaime-sama as soon as you're okay." When he nods with his
beautifully warm smile, she moves on, saying, "we have to get you-"
"It's fine. I just need some sleep and I'll be fine," his softly admits.
"More importantly… Nai-chan… I'm home."
Snorting before a pained smile graces her red lips. She hooks as much
of her falling midnight hair behind one ear, leans down, and kisses his
stained lips. Though she can tell how weak he is from her meager Iryō-
ninjutsu connection, he had strength enough in his lips to make her feel
safe, weightless, relieved, and happy. When she pulls back, she softly
and happily tells him, "welcome home."
"Uh, did you just kiss a damn kid," Anko's voice travels from the
pathway leading to the open door of her home. Kurenai freezes,
chastising herself for losing so much focus she couldn't detect another
person, 'ten paces away,' her mind counts. Her closest friend
witnessed her kiss a boy eight years her junior. Never having been in a
situation like this, Kurenai's mind and heart become septic with panic
and short-circuits.
"Uh, don't hate me," Naruto voices as his head begins to lull, weakly
adding, "but, I'm going to pass out now." With his eyes traveling to the
back of his head, he finally yields his consciousness to the pain-
relieving darkness of deep recuperative sleep.
Chapter 234:
ANKO
Due to noninvasively torturing Haku-kun and Karin-chan for any
relevant information or confirmations Konoha has in their foreign
intelligence records, Anko knows Uzumaki Naruto-kun lives in the
Chūnin-sensei, Umino Iruka's home. Given the late hour, she had
expected him to be home, however, when she's certain no one was
home, the curvaceous kunoichi left.
Unfortunately, Naruto's living situation is all she knows about the blond
boy's day-to-day. Aside from being the Jinchūriki, his favorite food stall,
and declarations of becoming Hokage, she doesn't know his hangouts
or preferences, which makes finding him on a random night difficult.
Walking the path from Iruka's residence through the shinobi's
residential area, Anko decides to postpone her search for the boy for
the rare opportunity to see her babe, who lives nearby.
Being a proctor for the Chūnin exams on top of her work as a special
Jōnin for T.I.F. she hasn't had much time for anything of late, let alone
nights out with her beautiful friend. They had chatted in the tower
during the second test, however, it was never long conversations
before one of them needed to be somewhere. As such, Anko's steps
are upbeat at the thought of surprising her best friend.
At the same time, she grows more and more concerned when she
detects uncoordinated mud-skidding footmarks and the small smears
of blood on the floor that seem to lead to Kurenai's house. Seeing
blood in a ninja village is nothing new, however, Anko held her breath
at the sight of indistinct bloody sandal-prints trailing into her dearest
friend's open door. Anko rushes up the pathway only to stop dead in
her tracks at the sight of her twenty-four-year-old raven-haired friend
full-on kiss the bloodied blond subject she'd been searching for.
A good interrogator always has questions. They can question anything,
however, at that moment, a wide-eyed Anko was bombarded with so
many of them, she simply could think to speak until her beautiful
friends pulls away and warmly welcomes the boy home with a
tenderness that absolutely blew the special Jōnin's mind. At that point,
in an extreme effort to understand the alien evidence of love and
affection in front of her, Anko first needed to ascertain, "uh, did you just
kiss a damn kid?"
Though the blond passed out, Anko's acute attention was on Kurenai's
wide red eyes, tight jaws, tense shoulders, and rapid breathing. Even
her long hair seemed to stand up in shock. Kurenai's physical tells
couldn't scream louder that she got caught than if she actually used her
voice to scream so.
And the debauched maniac within Anko wanted to know everything!
Smiling, broadly, a giddy Anko hops over on her tippy toes, light as air,
swinging her arms merrily, and sweetly asks, "oh, no, Kure-neechee-
ahhnn," she starts, cutely emphasizing the suffix. "What happened to
him?"
One of the sweetest interrogations for Anko to take part in is when
everyone in the room, especially the criminal, knows the guilty party is
caught, but rather than go straight for the confession, the interrogator
takes their time, talks about other subjects, really pressures the guilty
party with mundane affairs until the growing itch of truth begs to be
scratched and they can't take it anymore. In most cases, if the
interrogator is good, they don't even need to ask before the criminal
confesses simply to end the subtle mind torture. In this case, a wide
knowing smile and happy hungry eyes for an explanation is all Anko
needs.
However, Yūhi Kurenai is not a simple person and Anko can see the
shock on her gorgeous friend's face recede to neutrality as the trained
Jōnin dons on her emotion-concealing mask. Clearing her throat, the
gorgeous kunoichi starts, "he fought… someone dangerous."
"Oh," Anko gleefully voices, dragging the sound out before kneeling
beside the boy opposite Kurenai. Her body's swaying motions were
wide and deliberate as Anko asks, "and did the cuuute Uzumaki-kun
win?"
Staring straight-faced, Kurenai breaths for several moments before
slowly explaining, "…I wasn't, uh, there, but I suppose- yes, he won."
Smiling wickedly, Anko couldn't help responding, "oh, I bet he did."
The double meaning clear to both women, a tense Kurenai curtly says,
"just grab his legs, Anko."
Beginning the joy of her gentle probing, Anko grabs the blond's ankles
as she comments in a lively tone, "oh, my, what big feet he has. My,
finding sandals that fit must be hard, don't you think, Kure-
neechiaahhnn."
To a trained interrogator, Anko can learn a lot solely from silence or
physical reaction. With more comments came more scope and in this
astonishing case, the potential was all too titillating. Traveling upstairs
in silence with a body between them, Kurenai ignores the gleefully
smiling Anko when the busty tokubetsu jōnin notes, "I notice we're
going to your bedroom… where sleep, among other things, happen."
Taking no notice of Anko's high-pitched humming-like laughter, Kurenai
neutrally answers, "he has an accelerated healing rate, however, we
need to wash him off and dress his wounds."
"Accelerated you say," Anko sings as they carefully handle the boy
while entering Kurenai's large bedroom. "So he doesn't stay down for
long, huh? Fast recovery means he can go again and again, huuuh?"
Anko notices that her high-pitched humming-like laughter after each
question makes Kurenai take a deep breath as they enter her
bathroom. Looking at the tub, Anko notes, "oh, my, what a large tub.
You could fit two people in there… with plenty of room to move around
in, huh?"
Whether Kurenai broke her neutrality to deny whatever their
relationship is or she remained silent about the obvious elephant in the
room, possibly suggesting how far they've gone, Anko was giddy with
either outcome. With more and more comments or questions, the
implication of which could either be telling or continues the torture
show, it all has Anko laughing like a maniac within her troubled mind.
Though Kurenai can tell Anko is nearly maniacal trying to restrain her
urge to laugh out loud, she disregards the interrogator's game to state
in a detached tone, "remove his clothes while I get my med kit."
Magically sliding her kunai out of the sleeve of her brown coat into her
nimble fingers, Anko carefully, yet expertly, cuts into the unconscious
blond's clothes as she wonders aloud, "I hope he doesn't mind if I'm
the one removing his clothes."
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Once she removed the slant that is his jacket, wire-mesh shirt, and
pants, Anko sobers up a little as Kurenai returns with all her supplies.
Uzumaki had a fair amount of injuries, and it was especially interesting
to see the gash at his chest and the hole through his left hand slowly
close up upon being properly cleaned. Preserving the silence as her
friend worked, Anko stood by as Kurenai cleaned every wound on the
blond with a sponge, disinfected his wounds, and carefully wrapped up
the injured area in gauze. She still had a million questions but she
could wait. There was an injured Konoha shinobi that needed tending
to first.
Observing her friend gave Anko plenty of time to recall Kurenai's
behavior as of late. Like many of their friends, and to Genma's dread,
they all assumed Kurenai and Asuma would be an item again after the
Bitch-Princess from hell left. That was six months ago and even if it
took Kurenai a few moons to forgive Asuma for shutting her out like
that, she had expected to see the happy couple together by now. They
all had and it affected Anko when they hadn't.
Anko didn't know why she needed them together, exactly, but Kurenai's
happiness somehow felt connected to her own, as if allowing the
tainted and disgraced special Jōnin to live the best of both worlds; the
happiness of commitment vicariously through Kurenai, as well as
independently with the occasional romp whenever she wanted. After
all, it wasn't as if she could find that on her own after Orochimaru.
In the end, Asuma and Kurenai hadn't gotten together, and for the past
three months, Anko hasn't felt content even with some of her favorite
men. It was as if Kurenai's lack of the perfect romance somehow
sucked away the joy of her casual sex flings. It's fortunate preparing for
the exams kept her too busy for nights out or hookups, and as she
watches Kurenai gently lay the slumbering half-naked boy in her bed—
tucking him in—Anko finds herself absolutely salivating to hear this
story.
Opening the bedroom door for Kurenai, the beautiful pair find
themselves in her kitchen; lights on and a glass of honey wine between
them. 'Another change,' Anko's mind notes as she leans forward with
her strong abdomen pressed against the counter of the kitchen island.
In her low-cut red silk robe, Kurenai was leaning against the counter by
the stove while Anko eyed the glass when she answered Anko's
curiosity toward the wine. "I stopped stocking liquor in the house."
"Is he the reason why," Anko casually asks, nudging her chin at the
ceiling to the blond in her bed. Kurenai doesn't answer and Anko grins
wickedly. Respecting Kurenai's mind and her ability to use it, Anko
breaks first, like that itchy criminal and openly confesses, "this is
INSANE!" Laughing as Kurenai shushes her, worried the boy might
wake up. "Not that I care you're robbing the cradle-"
"He's sixteen," Kurenai interjects before quickly adding, "please, Anko,
this is going to be hard enough as it is without exaggerations and
miscommunication."
Nodding her head with closed eyes and a huge amused grin, Anko
agrees, "yeah, of course." Turning a little more serious, she starts,
"before anything, there's just a few things I need to get out of the way.
And just because I ask these questions doesn't mean I don't know who
you are. This is just sooo not you… I'm in chaotic need of a
realignment here."
Sighing audibly, Kurenai accepts with a nod and an, "I understand."
Anko first asks, "is he blackmailing you?"
"No," Kurenai quickly answers.
"Would you be allowed to tell me if he were," Anko counters.
"He's not blackmailing me," Kurenai answers before adding, "nor is he
using some mind-controlling jutsu on me."
Nodding, Anko then asks, "…are you blackmailing him?"
Affronted, Kurenai touts, "no!"
"Alright," Anko responds, holding up a palm. Cautiously, she then asks,
"are you using him to get over Asuma?"
Kurenai's face morphed with her words, from an affronted, "no…" to a
doubtful, "not really…" then finally, a guilty, "not anymore." Clearly,
there's a story there as Kurenai weakly requests, "please don't judge
me."
"I'm offended," Anko humorously claims. "You know I'm not judgy like
that." They pause as Kurenai takes another long swig of her sweet-red.
Scratching her neck, Anko then tries for the big question, "is this, like…
love… or something?"
Kurenai starts with, "I…" then, seemingly out of words to answer such
a basic question, decides to drink her entire glass of wine instead.
Anko couldn't help her large eyes and loud groan. "Wooooooow," Anko
gasps, taking a sip of her wine out of courtesy as she's not much of a
wine drinker.
"He just snuck up on me," a blushing Kurenai tries to justify as she
refills her glass.
Anko laughs out loud, guttural and joyously as she holds herself up on
the counter to keep from falling, then jokingly asserts, "your fucking
shadow ain't even that sneaky!"
"Moh, Anko," Kurenai groans in annoyance. "This isn't funny."
Weakly waving in surrender, the amused and relieved Anko takes
many moments to settle down before apologizing, then continuing,
"right, right, you're right. Hah… I guess the real question is, why didn't
you tell me? I mean, we are girl-friends, right? I'm not wrong about that,
am I?"
"No, no, you're not," Kurenai quickly allays. "Yes, Anko, we are, and
you're right. I should've told you at some point."
"So…"
"…I didn't say anything… for a few reasons," Kurenai slowly answers
to the best of her ability, again, alluding to a series of events behind all
this. "At first," Kurenai continues. "It started as this unbelievably insane
mistake, followed by another one, then another-"
"Been there," Anko toasts.
Kurenai raises her glass while saying, "then, before I knew it, it became
more. And now… ugh, Kami, I… I think I'm falling." Kurenai takes
another long swallow, though she doesn't empty the glass this time.
"Woooow," a blinking Anko sounds in sheer disbelief, taking a sip
herself before asking, "and you're sure this has nothing to do with
Asuma?"
"That's like asking if I like the color orange because I'm trying to forget
the color blue… I don't know," Kurenai answers. "Everything is sort of
mixed in, isn't it?"
"Wait," Anko states, waving her hands. "How long has this been going
on- Wait, how far have you gone with him- Wait," Anko keeps
interrupting herself when she recalls how sexy and glowing Kurenai
has been looking and asks with the widest eyes of shock and certainty,
"you've had sex with him, haven't you?"
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After involuntarily licking her lips, Kurenai slowly voices, "…let me just
start from the beginning," and Anko screams with giddy joy. After
Kurenai pelts Anko with some napkins, the curvaceous torture
specialist settles down. Taking the bottle with them, they move to the
comfortable sofa in the living room and Anko listens to a story that will
be ingrained in her memory for as long as she lives.
Anko only interrupted her beautifully embarrassed friend three times,
asking, "you actually attacked him with kunai?" Then again with, "wait,
how big is he?" And the final time with a surreptitious, "bitch, his dick
does WHAT?"
Sliding lower on her comfortable sofa, an emotionally exhausted
Kurenai finishes the hour-long story with, "and suddenly, he's this
utterly surprising young man I just can't stop thinking about."
"Kami, so much makes sense now," Anko remarks. Scooting closer to
her confused and emotional friend, Anko tells her in her most
comforting voice, "I can understand some of that- actually, I can
understand a lot of it; especially the drinking. But at the heart of it all, I
get the options."
"Tsume-san is probably the only kunoichi I know who's a leader, still
involved in the village, and has children," Kurenai remarks. "Even
Yūgao-chan has expressed concerns about the role her gender is
viewed to serve to the village."
"Well, she has an easier chance of getting Hayate-kun to stay home
and mind the children," Anko comments about the chronically sick man,
to which Kurenai sluggishly nods. "You know I always thought it was
disgusting how women were expected to stay home while the men
fight." "I do," Kurenai mumbles, lazily sipping her wine, before Anko
continues, "as if I didn't want to be out there defending my home right
next to em, not that I don't understand it. They can't pop out babies to
refill the armies."
"Whether I'm out in the field or educating the shinobi of tomorrow,"
Kurenai begins to share. "I'm not sure that I want my baby to be the
only contribution to the future of this village. A stay at home mother
after all that training? I just don't know."
"I can't imagine that would be an easy adjustment," Anko reasons.
"Especially when you think about how easy it is for us to kick the
bucket. You and Asuma could have a little brat of your own when one
bad mission ends yours or his life. People die young in our world; no
way around that. Which means we either train like crazy to live as long
as we can or live from moment to moment, like a lot tend to do."
"Getting with Asuma feels like trading away the village for the person,
not to imply it's any less meaningful," Kurenai huffs. "But with Naruto, I
can continue to serve my village, the sex is utterly fantastic, he's
amazing; in an intriguing sort of way… I just can't help delaying the
probability with Asuma. I keep telling myself, 'just a little while longer.'"
"He's sleeping in your bed right now, babe," Anko notes, sensing
movement. "You won't even tell me who he fought. It's pretty clear he's
more than just some good dicking… Shit!"
"What," Kurenai asks, straightening her posture and turning to her
friend.
"Mnn, I came here to see you," Anko starts, murmuring a bit with
uncertainty. "But I was also going to as if you know Uzumaki's usual
haunts."
Growing confused, Kurenai asks, "why?"
"Didn't you read the report," Anko calls out happily. "He not only
covered my six when I was fighting that summon, but he held back that
snake-fucker all on his own! I was going to offer him a BJ, maybe even
pop his cherry, but, I guess that's off the table, huh? …That is off the
table, right-"
"Yes," Kurenai responds, too buzzed to think about crossing such
boundaries.
"Right, right," Anko hums. "…I mean, I've never heard you gush about
a guy deep-dicking you-"
"Anko," Kurenai admonishes, feeling more heat in her cheeks, certain
she's blushing madly. Anko didn't bring up how her sense of smell is
easily picking up how aroused the raven-haired beauty is, and simply
raises her palms in humored surrender as she responds, "alright,
alright. I probably wouldn't have anyway. I… uh, haven't actually had
sex in a month and a half… to be lying; in two months."
"That's- I see," Kurenai slowly processes before asking, "is everything
okay?"
"Honestly, not sure," Anko shrugs. "I've wanted to talk about it—part of
the reason why I came over—but, we've been busy. A lot's been on my
mind and the only times I can stop thinking is when I'm torturing
someone. Then that snake-shit came back… I don't know. I'm just
feeling… off."
"Well, I think that's okay, Anko," Kurenai softly admits. "Our senses are
highly tuned to our distress, whether internal or external. Take your
time. There's nothing wrong with properly working out your thoughts
and emotion. I know I haven't been the best of friends recently, but I'll
always be here for you."
Hugging her friend for several minutes, Anko eventually says, "I'm
going to get going."
"You don't have to," Kurenai reassures her friend.
"Yeah, I do," Anko states with a wide sly grin. "Your boyfriend is
awake."
Kurenai blushes as she corrects, "he's my student… and… he'll go
back to sleep."
"Instead of going to the hospital, he came straight here," Anko points
out as she gets up.
Following Anko to the front door, Kurenai justifies Naruto's decision by
remarking, "it's likely he wouldn't have received fair treatment, which
explains why he came here."
"Oh girl, you are deeeep in denial," Anko chuckles before kissing the
red-eyed beauty on the lips. "Thank him for me," Anko mentions,
adding, "four or five rounds ought to do it."
"Moh, Anko," Kurenai bemoans as the busty blue-tinted ebony-haired
Jōnin declares, "night, babe."
Chapter 237:
KURENAI
In the silence of her own home, a buzzed and warm Kurenai grows
nervous as she secures the door and arms her Fūin security. Her
senses tell her Naruto's cardiac rhythm has elevated to that of a
conscious person. Turning around to look at the staircase leading to
the second floor, to her bedroom, to her bed, and the blond stud in her
bed waiting patiently for her elevates her heart rate and amplifies the
erotic synergy crackling throughout her body.
Before she realizes it, she's closing the door to her bedroom and
leaning against it. Lying in bed, nearly as she left him, only looking
directly at her with his deep blue eyes, Kurenai feels her nipples
harden as she flatly asks, "how do you feel?"
As Naruto does away with his covers, his large pure eyes focus solely
on her, as if he wasn't capable of seeing anything else, and with a
slight limp, walks over to her.
Captivated by his eyes and heart-pounding, Kurenai tries to remind
Naruto as much as herself, "you should stay in bed." However, he
remains silent as he presses his shinobi's body comfortably against her
as Kurenai tries, "you… you're… still injured-"
Head-to-head, Naruto takes the clean line of her elegant jaw with his
good hand and meets her red full lips with the heat of his. Tilting his
head, pressing the side of his nose to hers, deepening their soft fleshy
connection with every eternal-second that passes until her entire body
tingles in delight. Kurenai felt so light, hot, and loved, she returns the
passionate kiss just as ardently, taking his jaw to press in as much as
her need for him demands.
Pulling back, Naruto caresses her face as his first words to her
expresses his gratitude in a hoarse voice and couldn't believe how
much she loved to hear his scratchy throat vocalize, "thank you for
taking care of me."
His husky voice sent a thrilling tingle down her stirring body as she
slowly runs her fingers through his silky blond hair and mindlessly
mutters, "of course."
To her immense joy, the pressure of his warm and strong body
pressing into her soft and pliant physique, somehow sucking the
popping energy from her legs and paper-thin knees as he hoarsely
asks, "is… everything okay with your friend? Anko-chan, right? She
was the proctor for the second test."
"It is… no thanks to you," she jokes, wondering why his voice is making
her extra sensitive. Pressed so close together, with the building heat
from his body and breath on top of his unique scent filling her nose, it
takes her a moment to settle down to explain, "we talked. I… never
doubt she would support me, but it feels different now that she knows."
"Different good or bad," his impregnating voice quietly wonders.
"…I'm going to need some time to figure that out," Kurenai finally
answers. With a wicked smile, she slowly adds, "but I don't believe it's
anything that would prevent me from being your very proud sensei."
Still pressed against her soft warm body, Naruto slowly lowers his body
by his knees, creating dragging friction that made her think he was
going down on her until his hands hook the back of her strong thighs
right under her bubble butt, and despite his healing injuries, he lifts her
off her feet. Surprised, Kurenai yelps as she automatically wraps her
toned legs around his hips, marveling at the engulfing heat radiating
from the strong muscles of his hot body.
"Good," Naruto tells her with his hoarse voice and she can't help but
squeeze his waist tighter and sex leak further. Hugging his neck, her
instinct-driven crotch slowly grinds against his throbbing rod.
Still, her buzzed mind won't relinquish full control of her actions as she
maintains, "we… shouldn't." Leaning her head low so their foreheads
are touching and her arms are around his neck, she mentally berates
herself as she feels little control of the way her body is grinding against
his. Though, she weakly adds, "you're still recuperating."
Inhaling her bewitching scent, Naruto sways rhythmically with every
step to the side of her large bed so her long, shaggy, onyx hair wisps
against his content face and neck. The aroused blond gruffly tells her,
"Nai-chan, I need you way more than I need rest."
Like the opposite poles of two magnetic fields, Kurenai's soft needy lips
felt the pull and automatically snap full-on to his. She actually moaned
to feel his raw emotional need through his hungry lips and her tongue
yields to his rough organ as he nourishes her hunger long-awaited
hunger for him. Buzzed, aroused and all but lost to her impassioned
body, a hot Kurenai unconsciously rocks and rolls her dripping venus
on his throbbing champion. Arms wrap tightly around his neck and
head as his hands knead her sensitive thighs, they make-out
passionately until oxygen becomes an immediate priority.
It was only a break for Kurenai, who happily wanted to continue such
an arousing kiss, however, she hadn't expected Naruto to toss her on
the soft bed, shrieks happily in surprise as she lands gazing at him.
Her breasts jiggle invitingly underneath her nightie and he quickly
drops his useless boxers, standing before her ready, hungry,
bandaged, but at full mast and dripping.
His blue eyes zone in on her arousing sexy body and Naruto's cock
twitched at the mere thought of being so completely enveloped by her
wet, hot, hole. Vividly recalling the feeling of being embraced by her
soaking sex, pounding his hot rod inside her until she milks him for
every ounce of thick man milk in him while staring deep into her
captivating scarlet eyes makes his heart race and his determination to
stay inside her forever soar.
Fog-minded with lust, Kurenai was scared by how sensitive her hot
body is for him. After weeks of going without, after her time with her
students has been reduced, after arresting what could be with Asuma,
after recounting to Anko the events of just how far she's come to this
very moment with an amazing, strong, virile blond gazing carnally with
determined fascination, she nearly has a mini-orgasm from her building
anticipation under his gaze alone.
Even so, they are starving for more, like nothing else mattered.
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He wasn't gentle when he lifts her knees to his shoulder and she didn't
worry when she used the leverage to lift her pelvis off the bed, making
him wince from the injury to his left arm and chest. Wanting her
desperately, he removed her silk pajama shorts, but he grunted as he
ripped off her wet panties. Kurenai only grew unbelievably horny when
the impassioned blond drags her closer to the edge of the bed and only
hooks her left knee over his right shoulder as she eagerly spreads her
left leg out.
'I taught him how to fuck my brains out,' her hazy mind screams in
excitement as he slowly drags his bulbous crown along her glistening
labia. Torturing her with his slow dig of the entrance of her pleasure
pocket, her mind yells, 'he should know I'm ready! I've been patient
long enough!' Her stomach flexes trying to gain more reach but when it
doesn't work, Kurenai pleads, "Moh! Naruto just fuck me already!"
The galling mind games she taught him, he smiles as he continues on,
and her melting mind moans, 'he's grinning. The motherfucker's
grinning at me.'
As much as she hated it, she couldn't deny how unbelievably hot it was
and just when her horny delirium is dead set on yelling at him, he grips
that curving spot she loves between her waist, ass cheek, and high hip
of her hooked leg before he sharply thrust his entire love muscle deep
into the core of her yearning womanhood, stretching her quivering
quim like she couldn't remember him ever doing.
"MMMnnnmMMnnnnnn, MMMnnnnn, AAAHnnnn," her wet voice wails
out, her tight body cumming a little as she shakes and quivers
sporadically from her squeezing core. Both overly wired for this very
moment, when a fully submerged Naruto comes alive to Kurenai's hot
sopping sex as she grips him merciless, they both groan loudly from
the excruciating passion. Overjoyed together, it's exactly the powerful
force the lovers have been lacking in their lives and were in great need
of.
Knowing how absolutely soaked she is for him is arousing enough, but
on top of that, his precum-leaking crown feels more sensitive than
usual. Though he felt he wouldn't last long, Naruto had the presence of
mind to calm down a whit before leisurely pulling out of her sopping
wet suction, to her continued moaning delight. Gripping her by the
bend at her hip with her left knee hooking over his shoulder, Naruto
slams back into her spread legs, hard, treasuring the rich pink honey
pot only a second before pulling back out with a loud, 'shlickk!'
Her entire body was crackling energy, rupturing sporadically and with
every pounding thrust, vibrated with every fold her beef curtain tangle
on his prominent crown, and Kurenai was mindless. Hers was a
constantly quivering cock-socket as she tries, with every thick meat-
filling to latch onto his pounding shaft, but with the overflow of her
lubricating walls, her dilating pussy could never hold him in; generating
shocks exploding through her flushed body as his thick head churned
her buttery insides. Her rocking body grips the sheets, nearly ripping
them. Her toes contort, stretch, and cross. Her saliva dribbles out of
her moaning open maw and the room was a hotbed of smacking meat,
guttural moans, and a creaking bed.
"Yes, mmnn, yeeesss, Kami! Ahn! AHHn! Mmnn! I've Haah AHhn!
Missed this," she mindlessly moans out to the steaming room, arcing
her elegant and flexible neck back, and with a practiced hand, Naruto
leans forward, steeping his cunt-spreading thrusts deeper as he grips
her windpipe just below her jaw, exciting her to a frightful glee. Happy
with just the right amount of aggression, of passion, Kurenai was in
euphoric love with the boy fucking her to a stupor.
Cushion soft and gripping his cock like a hot vice, Naruto, groans in his
husky voice. He keeps a slow rhythm because any more speed, any
more friction, any more of her exciting sounds, or insane pleasure from
her cock-cleaner, and he'll unload his brimming sack in a second. In
the furnace heat of their union, his only saving grace is the pain he still
feels from his battle with Zabuza. However, in her favorite position, he
knows her entire pleasure zone expanded to her entire being, making
her velvet pleasure organ spasm deliciously with every thrust, bringing
him closer and closer to his edge.
With his every body-rocking thrust, Kurenai couldn't refrain from
moaning in eye-crossing pleasure. She felt like she was experiencing
mini-orgasms while simultaneously building to one massive climax,
losing further control of her quivering motor functions to the point her
fanning eyelashes flutter from his thick pounding.
Everything was adding up to a truly tremendous explosion and she
wasn't sure she would survive it; the length of time going without him,
feeling his great need for her, feeling her great need of him, what it
means to be with him instead of Asuma, coming clean with Anko,
planning to have her darling Hinata-chan embrace the real Naruto
when likely have raw sex after… numerous creampies… possibly
being impregnated… every thought was so hot, anything could set off
her. Then she heard his deeply husky voice fuck her ears to sugary
pleasure.
"Your pussy's perfect! You're perfect for me, Nai-chan! Nai-chan! I'm-
Mnn! CUmmmmmniNNG!" A wincing Naruto grunts with his hoarse
voice, and unbeknownst to him, that burning tone shoots pure ecstasy
into her brain.
Engorge with as much imminent lust as his pistoning cock, the thick
coil of pleasure building at the gate of Kurenai's entire being ruptures.
Naruto slams deep into her cunnie, stuffing himself to the balls exactly
as her pleasure-snatch clamps shut around his erupting pleasure
pump. Sharp pleasure detonates from her core and his hot cum as the
nerve-racking waves pop and crackle up and down her gorgeous form,
tickling her scalp joyously, moaning from the wide O of her red lips,
electrifying her nipples and thighs, and twisting her toes.
With the first burst of the injured Naruto's long-awaited thick semen, his
legs give out. Though their sex organs welded together, Kurenai was in
heaven and couldn't make sense of being dragged over the edge of
her bed, pulling slick sheets with her. Her jittery crotch will not let go of
his as he falls on his ass and the kinetic energy pushes up deeper into
her swallowing love tunnel.
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With her quivering leg slides down to his right elbow, pressed between
their sweating bodies, he unloads weeks worth of pent-up man-milk,
and as she expected, it was a massive quantity. Moaning and
shuttering on his lap, his cock simply kept ejaculating hot rivers of
baby-batter, expanding her contracting chamber with ounces of his hot
cream. Despite the fireworks going off in his nearly catatonic mind, her
jiggling breasts and erect nipples danced in his face and Naruto
instinctively latches on to her right nipple while massaging her
spasming hip muscles, prolonging her sensation of mind-altering
multiple orgasms.
As concentrated hot cum was pumped into her hot sucking cunt,
Kurenai couldn't do more than react. The delay of their union was too
long, the heavenly gratification was too perfect and she held him like
her only solace while she drenched his cock and balls in her lady
honey. As her shuddering meat glove sucked him in greedily, her
shaking limbs held on to him, taking shelter in his solid embrace from
her mind-eroding pleasure.
With his constant oral and palming ministrations, her series of orgasms
lasted for nearly nine minutes. Her raven locks were plastered to her
sweaty skin, her honey pot was brimming with cum and she was so
happy she couldn't help taking possession of his jaw and kissing him
deeply, only pulling away to weakly admit, "it's scary… how good you
make me feel," before kissing him again.
Chuckling with his husky voice, he remarks, "you took the words right
out of my mouth." Removing her knee from over his arm, she wraps
her legs around his waist as they have another long make-out session
basking in the sweaty heat of their union. His hands massage her neck
and scalp before pulling away and his rough voice confesses, "there's
nothing like looking into your eyes when you cum around my cock."
Chest-to-chest with her arms around his neck, Kurenai starts, "yours is
the only cock I want to…" However, gazing into his hypnotic blue eyes,
seemingly into his densely bright soul, she's lost for words. His happy
face so close to hers, Kurenai instinctively knows she will be loved by
this amazing young man possibly for the rest of their lives. Their
connection feels that deep—life-long—and considering where they
started, her treatment of him, it amazes her that she's so open to
sharing her heart with him.
Matters of her heart have been gravitating toward the blond stud more
frequently, and though she isn't bothered by the prospect of being more
with him, her convictions won't cross that line unless she's certain not
to cause Hinata-chan any undue anxiety and betrayal. That would go
against everything she stands for as a sensei and mentor to the future
leaders of their village.
Be that as it may, at the moment, with boneless arms possessively
around his neck, Kurenai leans in and slowly shares an open-mouth
tongue exchange with more heart and need than she typically allows; a
kiss that felt more like forever rather than in the moment. A make-out
session so deep, slow, and heavy, it left them both breathless and
dazed for more.
However, with Naruto still inside her, she can feel he isn't recovering as
fast as he normally does. She also notes his heavy breathing and
droopy eyes, and can only imagine how exhausted he must be.
Despite his otherworldly vitality, everyone has their limits.
'Survived nearly dying fighting his teammate early in the morning, and
Momochi Zabuza later on in the same day,' she mentally gasps. 'It's
amazing he could get it up let alone give me a fucking marathon of
orgasms.'
So rather than trying for another round, a deeply satiated Kurenai
kisses his forehead before standing on shaky legs. Immediately she
can feel the monster quantity of frothy ejaculate streaming down the
length of her ravished womanhood. Ignoring it, she takes his good
hand and smacks the other when he tries to reach for her perfect C-
cup breasts.
"None of that until you recuperate," Kurenai sternly tells him as she
helps him up.
She drags him into bed as he groans in disapproval, reminding her,
"but we're celebrating, aren't we? One time isn't a celebration."
Ignoring his bratty argument, Kurenai makes him lay down before
tucking him in as she asserts, "when you feel better, I'm not going to
say no to more celebrating. But for now, I really do want you to rest."
Rather than argue her care of him, Naruto yields, though, after she
freshens up, he enjoys cuddling with the raven-haired beauty. Cuddling
wasn't anything new with them, but going to sleep with her head resting
on his shoulder and half her body holding him felt different. He tends to
hold her when they sleep together, but this time she was holding him,
which made him feel warm and loved.
Atop her man, Kurenai went to sleep happy… and awoke an hour later
when Naruto was beside himself with arousal. Momentarily stunned by
the sudden development, she doesn't pay attention to what's
happening until he is nestled between her legs and lapping up her
sensitive cunnie. His tongue is already long and rough, so to start with
a wider surface dragging achingly slow up her love petals, Kurenai was
hot and leaking in no time.
He kept his slow pace regardless of her pleas for more until she
bucked her hips for more friction. Pulling away from her pink slit, his
rough tongue and mouth then focus on her love button as his fingers
shallow probe her dilating quim. As a sensei, she marvels at how well
she taught him, thrilling her immensely in the process, while he steadily
builds her orgasm to a hip bucking climax, quaking her love juices into
his gulping mouth.
Though he lets her rest, she can feel his steel hardness press against
her blissful core, happily reminding her that his passion for her hasn't
ceased. No sooner did she think how much she missed him did he
finally give her the stuffing she craved, moaning just as happily as he
does. Considering their experiences, missionary is a fairly tame
position to be churning her inside with, however, there's no better
position to gaze into each other's eyes when he ruptures deep in her
quaking baby-chamber and she wrings him out for every drop. Holding
each other blissfully, they fall fast asleep… until his vitality demands,
once again, to ravish her sweet sex until their mutual completion.
His insatiable eagerness pushed between her yielding pink lips several
times the entire night, resting for an hour or so between session, upon
which, Naruto would, once again, take her firmly by the hips, align his
shapely knob to the entrance of her hot moist sex, and groan together
when he penetrates her tight squishy sex. It wasn't until early morning
when they finally slept for longer than an hour, and yet even then,
before they even have breakfast together, she's filling his mouth with
her soft breast while he's repeatedly filling her lower velvet mouth with
his rock hard cock.
After, with thoughts toward Karin-chan, a mostly recovered Naruto tells
Kurenai he should check on his cousin, however, they agree to meet
later that night to discuss Hinata's genjutsu training before continuing
their celebration. Walking away from his second home, Naruto didn't
notice Anko rush into Kurenai's house to demand all the glorious
details.