Akane's fingers lingered on the soundproofing seal, her chakra pulsing softly as she activated it. Kenshin tilted his head, his voice low and teasing. "You said we'd only do this twice a month. What happened to that rule?"
Akane let her towel drop to the floor, the fabric pooling around her feet. "I did say that," she admitted, her tone casual, though her dark eyes burned with intent. "But we're going on a trip soon. Who knows when we'll get another chance to do this… freely? So, I thought we'd make the most of it. One last time before we leave."
She strode toward him, her movements slow and deliberate, her bare skin glistening faintly from the bath. Without hesitation, she tugged at the towel around Kenshin's waist, letting it fall away.
Her hands slid up his chest, her fingers tracing the defined lines of his abs before she planted herself firmly on top of him, her thighs bracketing his torso.
"Besides," she purred, leaning in close, her breath hot against his ear, "I still need to punish you for how hard you pounded me yesterday. You even made your dear nee-chan choke on your cum. How inconsiderate of you."
Kenshin smirked, his red hair slightly damp and messy, his tone dripping with mock innocence. "Your fault for not swallowing. You're always the one trying to suck me dry, physically and mentally. I was just returning the favor."
Akane's expression darkened, her black eyes locking onto his with an intensity that made his breath hitch. "You're the younger one in this relationship," she said, her voice low and commanding. "You're supposed to stay below and follow orders. I'll allow the occasional rebellion, like yesterday, but I won't let you get away with it."
Before Kenshin could respond, she leaned in, capturing his lips in a deep, forceful kiss. Her tongue coiled around his, demanding and insistent, while her hands pinned his wrists to the bed.
He tried to move, to resist, but her grip was firm, unyielding. She kissed him relentlessly, pulling back only to catch her breath before diving right back in, her lips and tongue devouring his.
When she finally pulled away, both of them were breathless, their foreheads pressed together. Kenshin's chest heaved as he tried to steady his breathing. "Akane… if we're tired after this, Mom's going to notice. And then we'll really be in trouble."
Akane smirked, her expression unreadable, and said nothing. Instead, she shifted back slightly, her hands moving in a quick, practiced motion. In an instant, two shadow clones materialized beside her, each one with the same confident smirk.
Kenshin's brows furrowed as he stared at the clones, then back at the real Akane. "Did you not hear what I just said?"
All three Akanes grinned in unison, their expressions mischievous and predatory. The real Akane moved to Kenshin's head, straddling his chest as she positioned herself above his face. The two clones moved to his cock, one kneeling at his side while the other took a position between his legs.
The real Akane leaned down, her lips brushing against Kenshin's ear as she spoke, her voice dripping with playful menace. "If you follow my orders properly, I'll stop. But for every time you fail… I'll make you cum one more time. Got it?"
Kenshin's eyes widened, but before he could protest, the clone at his side leaned in, her lips closing around the tip of his cock. She sucked hard and deep, her tongue swirling around the sensitive head, while the other clone leaned down to mouth at his balls, her lips and tongue working in tandem with her counterpart.
The sensation was overwhelming, and Kenshin's breath hitched, his hips bucking instinctively against the clone's mouth. He tried to resist, to push back against the pleasure building in his core, but it was no use.
He glanced up at the real Akane, who was watching him with a satisfied smirk before she lowered herself onto his face, her dripping wet pussy pressing against his mouth.
Kenshin didn't need to be told twice. His tongue darted out, lapping at her folds in long, deliberate strokes. Akane moaned softly, her hands gripping the headboard for support as she ground her hips against his face.
"That's it," she purred, her voice breathy and uneven. "You have to drink it all up. If you waste even a drop of my cum… you fail. And I'll make you cum again."
Kenshin didn't respond, his focus entirely on the task at hand. He pushed his tongue deeper, probing her entrance as his lips closed around her clit, sucking gently. Akane's moans grew louder, her hips moving faster against his mouth.
The two clones continued their work on his cock, alternating between sucking and licking, their movements synchronized and relentless.
The room was filled with the sounds of their heavy breathing and the slick, wet sounds of their bodies moving together. Kenshin's mind was a haze of pleasure, his body being pushed closer and closer to the edge. But he knew better than to let himself go—not yet.
Akane's hand tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as she rode his face, her moans growing more frantic. "Close… I'm so close…" she whispered, her voice trembling.
Kenshin doubled his efforts, his tongue moving faster, his lips sucking harder. With a sharp cry, Akane came, her body trembling as she ground her hips against his face. Kenshin drank every drop, his tongue lapping up her juices as she rode out her orgasm.
When she finally pulled away, her chest heaving, she looked down at him with a satisfied grin. "Good boy," she purred, her fingers trailing down his jaw. "One down… but it's not over yet."
The two clones shifted, one moving to position herself over Kenshin's cock while the other leaned down to suck on his balls again. The real Akane leaned back, her hands resting on his chest as she watched him with a predatory gleam in her eyes.
"Let's see how many times you can last," she whispered, her voice dripping with anticipation.
Kenshin groaned, his head falling back against the pillow as the clone lowered herself onto his cock, her tight, warm walls enveloping him completely. He was in for a long afternoon.
The clone riding Kenshin's cock moved with a deliberate rhythm, her hips rolling in slow, torturous circles that made him groan. Her heat enveloped him entirely, each motion sending sparks of pleasure coursing through his body.
Meanwhile, the second clone continued to lavish attention on his balls, her tongue swirling and teasing in ways that had his thighs trembling.
He was so close. The pressure built steadily, an undeniable wave cresting within him, but he clenched his jaw, fighting against it.
Akane leaned back on her hands, watching him with a smirk that was equal parts playful and devious. "No," she said, her voice firm but laced with amusement. "You don't get to cum yet."
Kenshin let out a frustrated growl, his hand shooting up to grip the back of her head. He pulled her into a desperate kiss, their lips crashing together in a clash of hunger and dominance. His other hand slid between her legs, his fingers finding her clit with ease.
Akane gasped into his mouth, her hips jerking forward as he circled the sensitive nub. She moaned softly, breaking the kiss just enough to whisper, "Don't think you can distract me."
Kenshin didn't stop. His fingers worked her with precision, his kisses growing more insistent as he tried to shift her focus. But Akane wasn't having it. She pulled away, her breath coming in quick, shallow gasps, and glared at him. "I said no," she repeated, her tone leaving no room for argument.
The clones intensified their efforts. The one on his cock began bouncing faster, her slick walls gripping him tighter with every thrust.
The other clone sucked harder, her lips creating a vacuum of sensation that had Kenshin's toes curling. He bit down on his lower lip, his entire body trembling as he fought to hold back.
"Akane… please…" he begged, his voice strained and hoarse. "I can't— I need—"
"No," she cut him off, shaking her head. Her eyes gleamed with a mix of mischief and control. "You'll wait. You'll wait until I say so."
Kenshin groaned, his head falling back against the pillow as his hands gripped the sheets tightly. Sweat beaded on his forehead, his muscles taut as he struggled to maintain his composure. The pleasure was overwhelming, each second stretching into an eternity of torment.
But Akane wasn't done. With a flick of her wrist, she dispelled the clones. Their memories and sensations flooded into her mind all at once, the rush of pleasure hitting her like a tidal wave.
Her body convulsed, her back arching as she came instantly, a loud, unrestrained moan tearing from her throat. Yet even as her legs shook with the force of her orgasm, she forced herself to move.
She crawled over to Kenshin, her movements unsteady but determined. Positioning herself above his throbbing cock, she sank down onto him with a sharp cry, her tight walls clamping around him. She wasted no time, beginning to ride him with a ferocity that left him gasping for air.
"A-Akane, I can't!" he stammered, his hands flying to her hips, trying to steady her. But she slapped them away, leaning forward to pin him down with her weight. Her nails dug into his chest as she slammed herself down again and again, her pace relentless.
"N-not yet," she panted, though her own resolve was wavering. Her orgasm still echoed through her, amplifying every sensation, making it nearly impossible to think. But she held on, refusing to give him what he so desperately wanted.
Kenshin's begging grew more frantic. "Please, Akane! I can't— I can't hold it anymore!"
She shook her head, a bead of sweat trailing down her temple. "Not yet. Not until I—" Her words were cut off by a gasp as another wave of pleasure hit her, her body shuddering. She was impossibly close, teetering on the edge once more.
And this time, she decided to let go. "Now," she breathed, her voice barely audible. "Cum inside me, Kenshin."
The moment the words left her lips, Kenshin's restraint shattered. His hips bucked upwards as he buried himself deep inside her, a guttural groan escaping his throat as he released everything he'd been holding back.
Akane cried out, her own climax hitting her at the same time. She threw her head back, her back arching as she rode out their shared release, her moans echoing through the room.
For several long moments, neither of them moved. Akane stayed seated on him, her body still trembling with aftershocks, while Kenshin lay beneath her, completely spent. Their breaths came in ragged gasps, the air thick with the scent of sweat and sex.
Finally, Akane slumped forward, collapsing onto his chest. She nuzzled into the curve of his neck, her lips brushing against his skin as she whispered, "Good boy…"
Kenshin chuckled weakly, his arms wrapping around her. "You're going to kill me one day," he murmured, his voice tinged with exhaustion. "You have no idea how hard this is."
She grinned against his skin, her fingers tracing idle patterns on his chest. "Maybe, maybe not. But you love it."
[End of R18]
Shortly after, Akane got up, stretching slightly before glancing at Kenshin. "We should probably clean up," she said softly.
Kenshin looked around the bed and the dark sheets before shaking his head. "You know what? Scratch that. The sheets are fine. As long as we wipe them a bit, they won't get smelly or anything. Black sheets won't exactly show the stains either—not like there's much."
Akane chuckled, nodding in agreement. She grabbed their damp towels, using them to carefully wipe the sheets before storing the towels in a storage scroll. "I'll dry them when we're back from the trip," she said casually, as if this were just another task on her to-do list.
Kenshin deactivated the soundproofing seals with a quick hand sign, and Akane used a small canister of air freshener to eliminate any lingering scent. Afterward, they both dressed, each taking their time in the quiet comfort of the room. Once ready, Kenshin lay back down on the bed, and Akane joined him, lying by his side.
For a few moments, they stared silently at the ceiling, neither speaking. Eventually, Akane's breathing slowed, and Kenshin turned his head to see her already drifting into sleep.
Smiling softly, he brushed a strand of hair from her face, marveling at her peaceful expression. Soon after, he closed his eyes and let sleep take him as well.
A couple hours passed, and a soft knock at the door pulled them both from their slumber. "Kenshin-sama, Akane-sama, it's afternoon now," Yukari called gently. "You should prepare to leave soon. We must not hold up the others."
Kenshin groaned slightly but replied, "We're coming, Aunt Yukari." He nudged Akane awake, and she stirred, blinking sleepily at him before sitting up. Together, they tidied the bed quickly and ensured everything in the room was in place before heading downstairs.
Kana was already waiting for them, her arms crossed as she leaned against the back of the couch. She gave them a skeptical look, her eyes flickering over their unusually quiet demeanors, but she said nothing. Instead, she asked, "Is everything packed properly?"
Kenshin nodded confidently. "I double-checked everything," he said, tossing her a storage scroll. "That one has your stuff and Aunt Yukari's." He handed another scroll to Akane. "Yours is in here."
With a satisfied nod, Kenshin straightened up. "We should head out now. We're supposed to meet Suu-san at the west gate."
Everyone agreed, and the group stepped outside, following the familiar, empty streets of the Uchiha compound. The stillness of the area was comforting yet haunting, as it always was.
The east gate appeared ahead, and they went the other way, heading straight toward the west gate where Suu and the others were waiting.
Akane led the way with Kana beside her, visibly energized and humming a cheerful tune. It was clear her earlier fatigue had completely vanished. Behind them, Kenshin walked alongside Yukari, glancing over at her with a small smile. "Looking forward to this, Aunt Yukari?"
Yukari returned his smile, her voice warm. "Of course, Kenshin-sama. A trip with family is something anyone would be excited for." She paused for a moment, her gaze growing thoughtful. "Speaking of family, will Kira-sama and Kaede-sama be joining us? It has been some time since we last saw them."
Kenshin nodded, his tone casual. "Yeah, I spoke to them this morning. I'll summon them directly to the capital. No need to make them walk all the way when I can just bring them there in an instant."
"That makes sense," Yukari replied with a small nod of approval, her smile softening.
The group continued through the quiet streets, eventually reaching the west gate where they spotted Ino, Suu, Hinata, Shikamaru, and Choji waiting for them. Akane waved at them enthusiastically, her energy infectious as Kana joined in with a cheerful "Hi!"
Kenshin gave them all a small nod, his usual calm demeanor contrasting with Akane's brightness. Yukari, on the other hand, stepped forward, bowing respectfully as she greeted them. "Thank you for having us. It is a pleasure to be traveling with you all."
The group collectively waved their hands dismissively, Shikamaru muttering, "There's no need for all that, please."
Yukari straightened with a slightly embarrassed smile. "Forgive me. It is a habit."
Kenshin scanned the area, noticing a few key faces were still missing. "Where are the others?" he asked, his brow furrowing slightly.
"Should be here soon," Suu replied with a shrug.
As if on cue, Maki appeared in the distance, dragging Keita and Lee behind her. Tenten followed close behind, though her expression was less than enthusiastic.
Once everyone had gathered, Kenshin approached Tenten, concern flashing in his eyes. "What's wrong?" he asked.
Tenten forced a strained smile, shaking her head. "I can't come. The festival season is one of our busiest times, and the shop has a lot of orders that need to be completed. My dad still has his injury, so I can't let him do the heavy work."
Kenshin frowned in confusion, glancing at Akane, who stepped in to explain. "Tenten's dad got injured a few weeks ago. He's mostly recovered, but he still can't do anything too physically demanding, like forging blades."
Tenten sighed, her voice tinged with exhaustion. "He can still do lighter tasks, like polishing blades and refining their shapes, but I need to give them their rough form first. I really wanted to join you guys, but I can't make my dad push himself any further just for that."
The group exchanged understanding nods, their expressions softening. Kenshin, however, tilted his head thoughtfully. "How many orders are we talking about? Could they be done in one night if you had more than enough help?"
Tenten blinked, caught off guard by the question. "Where would I even find people for that? I can't just put amateurs to work in the forge, you know."
Kenshin shook his head, a small grin forming as he pointed to his vibrant red hair and activated his Sharingan. "Answer the question, Tenten-san."
She frowned, still unsure of where he was going with this. "There are twenty orders piled up. They all have to be done before the festival."
Kenshin nodded, deactivating his Sharingan as he asked, "How many blades can you heat up in the forge at the same time? Assuming they're standard shinobi weapons and not Damascus or oversized specialty blades."
Tenten hesitated before replying. "They're all standard weapons—katanas, ninjatos, tantos. We have two forges, and between them, we can probably heat four to six blades at once. Maybe."
Kenshin's grin widened. "Perfect. I'll help you out. Me and my clones can work through the night. You just have to show me the process a couple of times, and I'll analyze and copy your movements. Once we're done, I'll fly us both to the capital. You won't miss out on anything."
Everyone gave Kenshin confused looks at his claim, and Choji was the first to voice it. "Fly? What do you mean by 'fly' to the capital?"
Kana crossed her arms with a proud grin. "My son is special. He's something of a genius, and he made a jutsu that lets him fly using wind release. I don't get all the details, but trust me, it's super cool!"
Everyone turned their surprised gazes to Kenshin, who simply shrugged. "It's not a big deal," he said, brushing it off. Then he turned to Tenten. "Anyway, we don't have time to waste. If we finish quickly, I'll have time to rest, which makes flying easier. Let's get started."
Tenten let out a small laugh and gestured for him to follow. "Alright then, come on. We'll head to the shop. The rest of you, have a safe trip."
The group waved them off, and as they headed toward the capital, Kenshin followed Tenten toward her family's weapon shop.
Once inside, Tenten looked over at him hesitantly. "Are you really sure about this? You could've just gone with everyone else instead of staying here stuck in my forge."
Kenshin shook his head. "I've always wanted to try forging at least once, and this is the perfect opportunity. Besides, I get to help out a friend. No problem at all. Plus," he added with a teasing smirk, "you get the opportunity to fly to the capital while the others are stuck walking. That's worth it, right?"
Tenten sighed but couldn't help smiling. "Alright, you've convinced me. Come on in, and ditch the winter clothes. It gets hot in the forge. Like... seriously hot."
Kenshin followed her inside, taking off his coat and leaving only his t-shirt. Tenten disappeared into another room and returned moments later, dressed in a sleeveless light top and comfortable pants, clearly her forging outfit. She handed him a pair of goggles and thick forging gloves before firing up both forges.
"First things first," she said, grabbing a piece of carbon steel and sliding it into the glowing forge. "I'll show you how I make a ninjato. Watch closely."
Kenshin activated his Sharingan, observing every detail with precision. He noted the subtle movements of her hands, the calculated swings of the hammer, the way her muscles flexed and shifted with each strike.
He even paid attention to the rhythm and timing of her blows, the way she rotated the blade to keep it evenly heated, and how she cooled it at precise intervals.
He committed every motion to memory, ensuring he wouldn't miss a single detail. After all, they had at least nineteen more blades to make by dawn, and he wasn't going to let Tenten down.
He watched intently as Tenten worked for over an hour and a half, carefully shaping the carbon steel into the familiar silhouette of a ninjato. She worked with expert precision, giving the blade its distinct shape.
By the end of the process, it was just shy of completion, requiring only some fine shaping and grinding to prepare it for heat treating.
But even though Tenten's movements were graceful and efficient, it was clear that the process was physically demanding. Beads of sweat clung to her brow, and her breathing was a little heavier.
Kenshin now fully understood why she couldn't afford to leave. If making just one blade left her visibly fatigued, it made sense that she'd need a few days to finish the entire pile.
He nodded to himself, determination glinting in his eyes. He wouldn't let her handle this burden alone.
Kenshin picked up a piece of carbon steel, the one Tenten had cut specifically for the next ninjato. He slid it into the forge, the bright orange glow reflecting off his Sharingan as he carefully observed the heating process. Tenten watched him with mild skepticism, but also curiosity.
"Alright, genius," she said, crossing her arms as she leaned back against the workbench. "Let's see if all that staring actually helped."
Kenshin smirked but didn't respond, focusing entirely on the task at hand. He pulled the steel from the forge at the right temperature, set it on the anvil, and picked up the hammer.
His hands moved with deliberate precision, replicating every motion he had seen Tenten perform. Each strike was calculated, not too hard, not too soft, shaping the steel into the intended form.
Tenten raised an eyebrow as she watched him work. Though his movements were slightly mechanical at first, it was clear he had memorized her technique down to the smallest detail. As he progressed, he adjusted, his strikes becoming more fluid and confident.
"Not bad," she murmured under her breath, though a part of her was genuinely impressed.
By the time Kenshin finished shaping the blade, his brow was damp with sweat, but his expression was calm and focused. He set the blade aside on the cooling rack, turning to Tenten with a smirk.
"Well?" he asked, his tone light but with an edge of pride.
Tenten walked over, picking up the blade and inspecting it closely. After a moment, she let out a low whistle. "Okay, I'll admit it. For someone who's never done this before, this is... really good. A little rough around the edges, but it's better than I expected."
"Glad to hear it," Kenshin said, wiping his forehead. "That's one down. Eighteen to go."
Tenten blinked. "You're seriously planning to finish all of them tonight?"
Kenshin shrugged. "Why not? With all my clones helping, it shouldn't take too long."
Tenten frowned slightly, clearly concerned. "You know, making a blade isn't just about speed. If you mess up even one step, the whole thing can go wrong."
"That's why I'm relying on your guidance," Kenshin said with a grin. "You keep an eye on me, and I'll handle the heavy lifting. Deal?"
Tenten hesitated for a moment before nodding. "Alright, deal. But don't blame me if you're too tired to fly tomorrow."
"Deal," Kenshin replied, already preparing the next piece of steel.
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