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Kagyuu no jutsu	By : Beermonster Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 1249 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Kagyuu no jutsu
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This fic was written as a response to a challenge from
friend. We were shown a picture of two snails twined together and had to come
up with a fic involving it.

I
wrote this ages ago just before Sasuke had left Konoha in the anime, and in it
he stayed around. So I guess this is a divergence, but really it�s just a piece
of fun. I hope you like it. Thanks to Lauren for proofing.

Oh by the way Kagyuu no jutsu means technique of the snails

Kagyuu no jutsu

By Beer-monster

�� The
snails looked as if they were fighting.
Sasuke had heard of games in other countries, where
men put on loincloths and coated themselves in oil before grabbing and
wrestling each other, trying desperately to throw, trip or pin the opponent.
This was very similar. The two slimy creatures were locked in a death grip,
twisting and writhing together, pressed so close that they almost seemed to
blend into each other. Not a scrap of their bloated, pulsing bodies was not in
contact as they oozed sticky fluids that dripped across their shells and pooled
in the grass beneath them.
�� Ever
curious, Sasuke inched closer and watched intently. Years ago, in the earliest
history of Konoha, it was said that the first leaf Jounin had created powerful
styles of Taijutsu from the movements of insects, using their chakra to emulate
the claws of the praying mantis to wreak deadly destruction. Perhaps he could
invent something himself; something unexpected, something that would allow him
to get the better over his brother or Naruto.
�� He
shuffled closer to the interlocked snails, creeping forwards on his elbow with
his belly flat against the thick grass. Inhaling deeply, but silently, he
allowed chakra to gather in his belly and moulded it together. He felt a wave
of heat pass over his eyes as his vision blurred. Then his sight cleared and
the world was rendered in precise detail, awash with the colours and shades of
living energy that went unseen by those not of his blood.
�� Focusing
the grim, red wheels of his sharingan, he resumed watching the snails. He
frowned at what he saw, his brows furrowing above the inhuman eyes. Surrounding
the two intertwined invertebrates was an aura, a scarlet haze through which
smoky tendrils of yellow and pink coiled and fluttered. It was unlike any
chakra he had ever seen, and nor was it marked by the distinctive character of
Gen, Tai, or Ninjutsu � his brain smacked itself for thinking of bugs that
could use jutsu. However he was certain; the creatures were giving off energy.
�� Sasuke
let the Sharingan disperse as he scrabbled to his feet; his eyes fading back to
their typical, coal black hue. The snails continued their battle regardless as
he leapt into the air and began bounding from branch to branch. He shot through
the dense forest, the gears of his mind working in overdrive.
�� A
new source of chakra, summoned from the act of close contact. Perhaps it was an
effect of the two snails fighting spirits joining together, superposing into a
more powerful energy. Can it be used?
Sasuke asked himself as he seized a high branch and used it like a trapeze to
propel himself on. Can it be gathered? Is
it just snails or can humans use it too? The questions swarmed and
multiplied in his brain.
I have to know!
The sound of steel thunking into wood hit his ears.
He landed in a crouch on a thick, mossy branch, gripping the tree with both
hands for stability. Two more thunks came, one following a heartbeat after the
other. He identified the source easily; it was a sound that had etched itself
on his memory from hours, weeks and years of exhaustive training: the sound of
a shuriken burying itself into a wooden target.
The other genin teams were on missions, the village
still spread thin to provide for the relentless demands for shinobi. Team Seven
had only been spared as they had just returned from an incredibly dull, guard
duty. That made the most likely candidate for those sounds a sure bet.
A smirk found its way to Sasuke�s lips. He had found
the perfect guinea pig for his experiment.
Two quick leaps west brought him to the clearing
where the sunlight sparkled across the steel of the array of shuriken that
stood like porcupine spines from the thick trunk of a worn and ancient oak
tree. His eyes caught a flash of pink that made him fumble in his leap. Tucking
himself into a tight somersault saved him a nasty fall and he dropped on to his
feet.
The sound of his sandals pounding against the forest
floor brought the girl�s head whipping around, short tresses of coral coloured
hair fluttering like the falling cherry blossoms for which she was named. Pale
strands clung to her face, bonded to her flushed skin by a sheen of sweat.
�Sasuke?� Sakura gasped between panting breaths, her
eyes widening.
Sasuke ignored her words, and glanced around. His
head pivoted from left to right as he scanned the surrounding. He saw nothing
but long stalks of grass that wavered in the wind and a wall of trees.
�Where�s Naruto?� he asked flatly.
Sakura�s shoulders pumped up and down with the
effort of her heavy breaths but he was certain he saw them slump.
�Jiraiya took him somewhere,� she replied, her gaze
dropping to her sandals. �He claimed to need help gathering information, but
Naruto was begging him to teach him another technique.�
Sasuke scowled. Another
one! he thought bitterly. If the loser learnt yet another jutsu then he
might close the gap between their skills. He needed this new snail-skill more
than ever.��
He looked at the girl in front of him, tilting his head
as he regarded her. She had recovered her breath and was gazing at him in that
strange way she often did, her green eyes, so deep they seemed to drink him in.
Their gazes met and her slim form jerked as she inhaled a short gasp, before
she turned away, tucking a damp lock of pink hair behind her ear.
His eyes wandered down her body, she seemed to have
developed firm curves in recently year, filling the folds of her red tunic
until it conformed to her the contours of her frame. However, they were not the
curves of dense, hardened muscle and so Sasuke�s eyes glossed right over them.
She had strength, he knew that, but it came and went in unreliable bursts and
though she also had excellent chakra control, she had not the stamina needed to
use it effectively. He respected the skills she had acquired from her tutelage
under Tsunade, however he still thought her abilities in the three main ninja
disciplines were severely lacking. He glanced over at the mighty oak tree
behind her, noting only three shuriken of her barrage had landed within the red
circle painted on the flaking bark.
But there was no one else.
�Hey, Sakura, would you like to spar with me?�
Sakura started at his question. �Me, Sasuke?� she
said in an incredulous tone, pointing towards her chest with her own index
finger. �But, Sasuke, I�m nowhere near as good as you,� she said as she scuffed
at the grass with the point of her sandals.
�That�s very true,� he said flatly, �but there is no
one else around.�
�Oh,� she said quietly her head dropping, hiding her
face behind a pink veil of hair.
He could sense her reluctance and felt his lips
twist; he did not want to manipulate her like this, but he was desperate.
Inhaling deeply he pivoted on his heel, turning his back towards her.
�I guess I�ll just wait for Ino to get back,� he
glanced back over his shoulder as he tossed back. �I�m sure she will be happy
to help.�
He had barely taken two steps before the girl�s
voice reached him, the confident steel forced beneath her tone not enough to
stop her words wavering.
�Sure, Sasuke, I�ll spar with you.�
Suppressing the smirk that tried to fight its way
onto his mouth he spun back to her. He said nothing but took a step forward
with his left leg, lowering himself into a fighting stance whilst raising his
open hands, palms towards her.
Sakura nodded and brought her fists up. The wind
whipped through the long stalks of grass, brushing them against their legs and
flipping the long tail of her red tunic revealing the tight shorts that clung
snugly to her hips. His dark, midnight blue bangs fluttered across his vision
like a starter flag.
He jumped, a blatantly telegraphed hop forward to
bring him in range for a light jab, flicking out his fist to feed her block.
His muscles protested as he forced himself to hold back, his own fist seemed
slow motion to him. He needed to wait, his instincts, born from violent battles
and arduous training, told him this technique would be best applied in that
flash of vulnerability when the opponent counter attacks. He just had to let her.
She responded as he knew she would, the simplest
response to a jab taught at the academy, shifting to the right while she warded
off the attack with her left hand, letting his fist smack wetly against the
flesh of her palm.
Sakura thrust her hand at his face, flashing the
heel of her palm towards his chin. He knocked it aside effortless with the back
of his hand, feeling a twinge of annoyance that she would hold back against
him. He cut upwards with his elbow forcing her to sidestep as he moved in closer,
collapsing the space between them.
Forced to defend at close quarters Sakura brought
her knee up in a sweeping arc, aiming the strike at his kidneys. Sasuke watched
the attack, his eyes flashing to red wheels.
Perfect.

He weaved around her knee and moved in swiftly, Sakura gasped as he
pressed himself against her, moulding their frames together. His slipped his
arm over her attacking leg and hooked his forearm into the crook of her knee.
Cupping his hand on round, firm flesh he pulled her to him, his other arm
around her waist. He remembered the snails, how they pushed together so
completely and moved between her thighs wrapping her leg over his hip. Her
balance wavering, the shocked girls arms clamped onto his shoulders, fingers
balling the blue fabric of his jacket.
�Sasuke,� she squawked as he splayed his legs, supporting both of them.
He felt her against him; the sensation was a mix of contradiction that
was strangely pleasant. Her body was soft and yielding yet firm as he pulled
her in tighter, her curves moulding against his lean form. Sasuke shifted
himself, rubbing against her as the snails had done. Her breath sounded husky
as it brushed over his neck.
�Sasuke, what are...?�
�Shh,� he hissed absently.
What was he supposed to do now? He and Sakura were embraced tightly
pressed so close that every inch of their front was crushed together, just as
he had seen the snails. However he felt no rush of power; in fact he felt kind
of warm like there was a furnace beneath his shirt venting its steam up through
his collar. It must be her scent, it seemed to fill him with its sweetness and
cloud his mind. He recognised it as the fragrance that had brightened his
hospital room, wafting from the white petals of the flowers she had brought him
every day. He could not stop himself from inhaling deeply.
Maybe it was the clothes, he thought. Perhaps he had to be in contact,
skin on skin. Swallowing audibly, he steeled himself and forced his hands
lower, slipping them beneath the slit sides of her scarlet tunic. He inched
them back up slowly, trailing his fingers across the coarse spandex of her
shorts until he felt the smooth texture of her skin. He cupped his hands over
her waist, feeling the moist layer of sweat that coated her beneath his palm.
He could not believe her skin felt this way, its texture was amazing, a coating
of silky softness over pliant flesh and hard muscle. Sliding his arms around
her he pressed her against him, keeping the skin of his inner forearm in
contact with her waist as he dipped his fingers into the well of her back,
brushing the curve of her spine. She shivered in his grasp.
�Sasuke?� she breathed into his ear.
He began to feel something stirring, a blossoming of a tense, agitated
energy. Was this the power that had overcome the bugs? It was strange, a
swirling pressure rather than the cold feeling of strength that usually came
when he moulded his chakra. It was also in a different place. The swelling of
his energies when he fought burned in his abdomen and churned around his navel.
This rush was much lower.
�Sasuke risked moving his head
from where it hand been nestled in the curve of her neck and shoulder, breaking
the contact so that he could look at her face. Her green eyes seemed hazy,
glossed over as if she were intoxicated. Her cheeks were flushed, their
blushing pigment the same shade as the swirling red aura that had surrounded
the two snails. He felt oddly reassured by that. She was panting, he noticed with
a bemused frown. They had done nothing strenuous yet he could hear her husky,
laboured breathing and felt her chest pumping like bellows against his own. Her
lips were parted to allow her shallow breaths, pouting slightly. He noticed
moistness glistening on her bottom lip, and he thought again of the oozing
creatures winding around each other.
Perhaps liquid aided the process, helped them draw more chakra the way
some gels could improve electricity or chakra flow. Then if their saliva mixed
perhaps he would feel an even stronger rising of power. He paused, hesitating
as he realised what he would have to do to achieve that. A mental image of
another meeting of mouths, an accident regretted and repressed by both parties,
flashed through his head and he shrugged.
At least it isn�t that idiot, he thought before he inhaled a steadying breath of
air and lowered his lips to hers.
Her reaction was immediate, her entire body stiffened in his arms. He
pulled her to him tighter, wrapping her in his embrace so that she could not
run. Then she seemed to liquefy, her form moulded against him and her fingers
clutching at his jacket. Sasuke had to admit that he was in unknown territory,
unsure of what was supposed to come next after their lips met, but Sakura
showed him the way, her lips brushing softly over his. He repeated the action
and their mouth glided together, softly at first, but then she used her grip on
his jacket to pull him close and pour more intensity into the kiss. The nerves
in his lips ignited as hers caressed them, making the flesh tingle.
His eyes widened as he felt her tongue flick inside his mouth. He
continued pressing against her, moist lips sliding against each other like the
bodies of the two snails. Then it happened again, the soft tip of her tongue
darted forwards, tickling against his teasingly before retreating back. The
third time it happened he was ready and tried to catch the invasion with his
own tongue, but he was unprepared for the bolt of sensation that shot through
him as the two probes met. They began dancing; twining around each other like
creatures of their own, yet Sasuke still felt the ripples of electricity from
the delightful contact.
On impulse driven by some unknown need, the arms that he had wrapped
loosely around her tightened like a noose, hugging her to him. The sharingan
disappeared as he felt his eyes sink closed. He tried to stop them; he needed
his sight to check the progress of his new technique, but he could not fight
it. Without his unnatural powers of sight, he was forced to rely on touch, his
senses aflame with the contact of their bodies.
Robbed of his vision, Sasuke became aware suddenly of just how she was
pressed to him. Her leg was still twined around his allowing their pelvises to
meet as every part of their front from hip to neck was in contact. The
sensation of something soft but with a supple firmness pushing into his chest
came to him, even through the layers of clothing he could feel the two orbs of
pliant flesh against his own rigid form; twin points seemed to jut against him
as he held her close.
The swelling of power down below and became a raging storm of energy,
churning like ignited gas driving a piston. And the piston was moving he
realised as he felt his shorts grow restrictive. Fire was racing through his
blood and forcing him to harden against her firm belly. It had happened to him
sometimes before, usually disappearing if he ignored it long enough. This was
different; it felt like a caged beast slamming against its confines of fabric,
desperate for release. His cheek warmed as he felt it poke against her, there
was no way that she couldn�t feel it, some part of him timidly said to move
away but he could not break the contact until he had mastered this new power.
However, shock forced him to tear his lips from hers as she felt her
hand cup over his tenting pants. Her deft fingers slid over the contours of the
deformed fly and gripped the apex of the bulge in a gentle, yet firm pinch. He
could not stop his hiss of inhaled air as he felt the pressure around his tip.
�Sakura,� he breathed, moving his head so he could see her face,
meeting her glazed eyes.
That was not Sakura, or a least not the Sakura he knew. The timid awe
present when she usually met his gaze had disappeared from her eyes, hidden
beneath an unfocussed fog.� Her cheeks
were still painted by a rich blush, but it was not the shy flush that Sasuke
was used to, rather a soft red hue that perfect matched the heat he felt
between them. Most different was her lips, still panting with the slight pinkness
of her lipstick smudged around her mouth, but instead of her usually small but
sunny smile, she wore a smirk that radiated mischief and made his heart thump
against his chest.
�Oh, hell yeah,� she whispered.
She twined her legs around his tighter, leaping onto him so that she
could wrap all four limbs around him. Startled by the sudden shift in weight,
he tripped backwards, taking them down in a tangle, his fall cushioned by the
long grass the tickled his neck as he landed on his back.
She seemed to have grown extra hands and they were all over him. One
would cup at his groin, gripping him through his shorts and rubbing with short
strokes that made the fire down below rage. Then her hands would thrust under
his shirt, palms skimming up across his chest and then raking down, he could
feel the prickly trail her nails made across the ridged muscles at his abdomen.
Their lips had come together again and her tongue swept his into a dance.
She�s taking control, the voice of the shinobi inside him said in a hiss. She�s trying
to steal the energy.
Acting quickly, he seized her waist and pulled her to the side, pushing
up with his hips and rolling on top of her. It was a basic controlling
technique taught to ninja for ground fighting- sweep to the top and subdue them
with your body. Yet as he let his weight drop onto her fully, crushing himself
against her, he felt the cushioning softness of her chest beneath his and
something took over.
As he had grown older he had noticed a strengthening impulse within himself,
something that could only be described as male. It clouded his mind when he
should have been fixed on training, and had given him a passing familiarity
with the hardness that now conquered his loins. It was a fascination with
girls� breasts. Sometimes for no reason at all the thought of the bulge that
formed in the fabric of a woman�s blouse or skirt would flash into his mind,
images of such frightening clarity they almost put his blood limit to shame. He
had even found himself making lingering glances at the expanse of pale flesh
and sloping cleavage revealed by the Fifth Hokage�s low cut clothes. Now
feeling the curves that he had thought so derisively of minutes before pressed
against him, he was filled by an aching need to know more.
He slid his hand beneath her tunic, trailing them along the smooth
convex contours of her waist and up the inclining slope of her rib cage until
he found the base of the firm mounds that he sought. He cradled the fold at the
bottom of her breasts, fitting them perfectly into the groove between his thumb
and fingers, and slowly began skimming his hands upwards, wanting to touch
every part of the round orbs.
He was amazed; if he had thought the rest of her skin was smooth he did
not know what to call this. The skin of her breasts were the softest thing he
had ever touched, in comparison silk was rough and satin chafing, and for the
first time in his life he felt ashamed of the calluses he bore on his hands. As
his hands continued the achingly slow progress, trailing his touch over the
yielding yet resistive flesh, two stiffened buds scored against his palms.
Sakura trembled and a soft moan slipped from between their lips. Intrigued by
this reaction, he twisted his hands, sliding his fingers down the outer
swellings of her bosom whilst his thumbs slid over the centre and brushed back
and forth across the firm nubs, teasing them with swirling strokes.
Sakura moaned again, but this time the noise collapsed into a breathy
growl. Her hands clawed at his jacket and began tugging it off his shoulders.
Part of his mind screamed a warning, that she was taking his clothes off,
another part reminded himself that the technique worked best with more skin on
skin contact, and yet another part thought it was a great idea and that he should
to the same to her.
Thus, he reluctantly he withdrew his hands from the treasure they had
found beneath her clothes and allowed her to shrug the garment from his torso.
As it slid down his right arm he grabbed it in his fist long enough to throw it
aside, and though the girl beneath him had eagerly began prying his shirt
upwards he attacked her red tunic with ardour, partially to feel even but
mostly because of an insatiable urge to see those marvellous spheres that he
had touched.
He tugged up the garment up, lifting his head from her enough to watch
each inch of pale, naked skin that was revealed, gathering the folds of
material in his hands as he lifted the cloth higher. He saw the shadowed button
of her navel set within her firm stomach and worked his mouth to moisten
suddenly dry lips. Finally the folds reached her neck and he gazed at the
pale-skinned globes that trembled as her chest laboured with her rapid
breathing.
Sasuke shifted onto his right side, the bulging point of his tented
pants brushing against her inner thigh as he did. He braced his weight on his
elbow and slid his leg between hers, arching his body and ducking his head so
that he could examine those fascinating mounds much more closely.
�� The
quivering of the rounded flesh captivated him in a way that was almost
hypnotic. Her breasts were the colour of rich, delicious cream but for the
dimpled circle of her areole, which was a deep, rosy pink. The perky caps of
her nipple looked like berries, small nubs that looked sweet enough to eat.
As soon as that thought flickered through, impulse took over and Sasuke
lowered his head, capturing a bud in his mouth. He kissed it gently,
compressing his lips to a small circle that wrapped around the nipple with a
wet caress. It tasted much like the rest of her, the slightly salty tang of her
sweat mixed with an indescribable flavour that he could only call woman.
He puckered his lips about the small bud, suckling softly with light pressure,
letting his teeth graze it and flicking his tongue across the firm projection
and swirling it around the surrounding flesh. Sakura�s moans filled his ears
and her fingers ran through his blue-black hair, gripping tightly every time
her body stiffened or convulsed as a ripple of sensation passed through her.
Sasuke moved to the other breast, eager to see if it tasted the same.
Then he felt something tug at the waistband of his shorts, pulling insistently
until the metal button popped undone and the zipper began to part. Her small
hand reached into his shorts and wove into the boxers beneath, her fingers
wrapping around his rod, gliding across flesh so sensitive he was sure he could
feel every groove of her fingerprints. She gripped him in her fist at his base
and stroked her hand upwards, her thumb sliding along the ridge on the
underside of his shaft until it bumped gently into the grove beneath the ridge
of the head.
He stiffened and a small cry escaped his mouth, his teeth nipping at
the nub in his mouth. The sudden barrage of sensation stung, overwhelming the
sensitive nerves of his manhood. Her touch eased but she did not leg go, the
hand buried in his hair stroked the stands gently and he calmed. When again she
touched him, he moaned into the breast between his lips.
Unwilling to be outdone he slowly moved his hand across the taught
expanse of her stomach and slipped it beneath the tight waistband of her
shorts. Sweat had gathered beneath the fabric and let his hand slip easily down
between her thighs. There he felt even more moisture, the front panel of her
underwear was saturated with it so that he could feel the contours of her slit
through the soaked material. He lifted his head from her breast, despite
Sakura�s soft �mou� of despair, and felt his brows knit. This was not sweat he
realised as he rubbed the wetness on his fingers together, making the girl
squirm beneath him. It was thicker, oilier and where sweat was designed to
allow the body to cool, this fluid seemed to radiate heat making the region
between her thighs feel like a moist furnace beneath his palm.
�� The
snails had oozed slime between their bodies to aid their battle and their
chakra; perhaps this was similar. He could certainly feel a drop of his own
liquid forming at his tip as she continued stroking him.
Pulling his mind from it he resumed his caresses, cupping her in his
hand. As he turned his eyes back to her strangely bewitching body, his eyes
caught the sight of the pale region of milky skin at the nape of her neck. It
throbbed with the same frenzied pulse that he had heard thudding within her
chest even as his echoed it. Lowering his head he pressed his mouth against the
flesh, feeling her blood pound beneath his lips, and suckled, delighting in the
way Sakura cried out his name whilst gripping his rod tighter.
�� The
heat beneath his finger was growing hotter as he rubbed at her centre, gently
increasing the pressure of his touch. Her thighs jerked reflexively, closing
tight around his questing hand as her body shuddered. The strength in her
flexing muscles made his work hard so he shifted his own leg, hooking it around
hers and pulling it aside, spreading her for his access.
�� He
gasped as another jolt rippled from her actions on his loins, as she had also
begun cupping his testicles in her hand between her lengthy, lingering strokes.
Each action fanned the power within him, making it churn and batter at his body
until he feared he might explode if he could not control it. He wanted to use
that energy, and he wanted to draw in hers. Inspired by the directness of her
approach he hooked his fingers around the leg band of her panties and pushed
them aside, allowing him to touch her fiery region directly.
�� He
was surprised by what he found.
Anatomy was important to a ninja and was taught at the academy, thus he
knew that female organs were different: but where he had expected a simple slit
or hole, like shown in the diagrams, he found a second mouth. He felt a set of
plump, fleshy lips that drooled with her sticky fluids. As he pressed his hands
onto her, Sakura grasped at him desperately, and her sex convulsed. Her lower
lips seemed to kiss his fingers wetly as he ran them across her molten core,
exploring the slick folds with gentle but eager pressure. Wet hairs bristled
against the heel of his palm, whilst he felt a tiny nubbin press into the pad
of flesh beneath his middle knuckle; he let his touch brush across it like he
had done with her nipples. Sakura spasmed, her body jerked, lifting her pelvis
off the ground as her back arched.
�� Sasuke,�
he gasped. Her thighs tried to snap closed once again, but he strengthened his
own leg locking hers tight.
�� Her
hand withdrew from his rod, and the sudden caress of cold air from his fly was
a hollow replacement for the warmth of her touch. The fist that had twined in
his hair disappeared as well, and both grasped his sides, thumbs hooking his
shorts and his boxers and yanking them down his thighs. Sasuke felt the wind�s
chill touch on his buttocks but ignored it, still enrapt by the drooling warmth
beneath his touch; his manhood sprang free and poked against her belly. She
continued tugging at his clothes but their current position was too restrictive
and she only moved them another inch.
�� Sasuke,�
she whined, the desperate tone in her voice made him glance up and meet her
eyes. He had never noticed how deep and captivating the green shade of her eyes
was, even glassy as they were now he felt himself drawn to them. Her breasts
heaved against him as she panted and her sweet scent filled him. Her mouth,
open and pouting then closed, teeth clenching as he heard a low growl erupt
from her throat.
�� Copying
the move he used earlier she flipped him onto his back, skimming his shorts to
his knees in the rapid transit. He tried to fight back, lifting his shoulders
to wrestle her off, but she shoved him back down and buried her hand in his
hair, gripping a handful in a painful grasp. She crushed her lips to him,
duelling her tongue with his. He felt her shuffle and shift on top of him, her
legs squirming and kicking together. His shaft was trapped between them,
pressed between their bellies and leaking pearly droplets.
�� There
was the sound of something falling to the grass and when Sakura shifted again
she lifted her body and moved back a touch. When her hand released his hair,
Sasuke lifted his head and saw that she was now straddled above him, her thighs
bare. He looked down the slivers of space between their bodies and noticed the
dusting of pink hair between her legs, beneath it his manhood jutted upwards
proudly.
�� His
eyes widened, She�s going to�
�� That
thought and all others died in his head as her slick folds brushed over his
tip. She reached between them and grasped a hold of his shaft holding it steady
as she lowered herself. She rubbed her herself over the head of his penis, her
wet lips kissing it and making him shiver as his nerves sent ripples of delight
through him. After this had continued for a moment, her shifting motions
growing more frantic she let out a soft groan of frustration. Leaning back onto
her knees letting him gaze at her sweaty form and feel his breath stolen, she
reached down with her other hand to her own sex and spread her damp labia,
tilting her pelvis slightly forward. Sasuke�s jaw dropped and his mouth went
dry as he saw inside of her, the rich rosy pink of her puffy folds, glistening
with her own juices. She placed his manhood at her blushing entrance and slid
down slowly.
�� Sakura
gasped as he moved into her, Sasuke�s mouth worked but no sound came out, the
only thing he could manage was to release the breath he had been holding in a
rush. He felt himself enter a velvety warmth and slide in deeper, colours and
sensations flashed through his mind as he felt her insides grip him. Then he
felt and impedance, his tip pressing against a thin membrane. He forced his eyes
opened as looked up her, she seemed to be surrounded by a halo or light and he
watched her inhale deeply and slowly as she bit her bottom lip.
�� There
was a burst of bright energy and he felt himself clasped within her completely.
The liquid warmth that surrounded his member suffused his body and threatened
to carry him away, but the sound of her sharp cry kept him together. He gazed
up at her and felt a pang in his chest as he saw her face screwed into a pained
grimace.
�� Sasuke,�
she said in a small, weak voice and fell forwards, pressing against him. He
could feel the softness of her skin and the cushioning press of her breast on
his chest, he wanted to move, his body screamed at him to dig his heels into
the grass and thrust into her. He grit his teeth and fought the urges, instead
allowing his arms to wrap around her, holding her close and rubbing the groove
of her spine.
�� A
moment later her hips bumped against his, he shifted inside her in a way that
made his muscles tighten. She gave a small gasp right by his ear. Then she did
it again, this time moving her pelvis in a circle, and then again moving even
more, making him slide into her.
�� Oh�oh�
she murmured as she built a rhythm, now grinding herself against him. Sasuke�s
body broke from his restraint, splaying his feet against the plush grass as his
hips tilted and bumped upwards against hers, quickly matching her pace. His
hands came up and clasped her rapidly gyrating buttocks, cupping the firm flesh
as it rose and fell.
�� Ahh!�
she cried as she lifted her chest from him sitting back and letting him sink in
deeper.
Sasuke grunted, inhaling a hissing breath through his nose as he felt
even more of her moist channel grab and caress him. His sensed were on
overdrive: her sweating heaving body looking radiant; the soft feel of her damp
skin against his; the wet slap of their pelvises coming together; they all
blazed in his mind but seemed weak and distant in comparison to the wild,
surging power that was raging like a storm in his loins. This was the power he
sought, and he relished it.��
She braced her palms on his abdomen and her nails dug into his stomach
muscles sending a shock through him that was delightful in its mix of pain and
pleasure. He noticed a flash of red and realised that her tunic was slipping
from its gathered folds, sliding down over her bouncing breasts with her every
thrust. Suddenly terrified at such a prospect he peeled his hand from her firm
bottom and slid the up her waist until they were at the sides of her quivering
bosom, collecting the fabric and holding it in place. The sight of her supple
mounds heaving with her bodies frantic motions, cherry nipples a blur of pink,
further excited the building pressure he felt down below, as did her every gasp
and squeal.
Like overheated oil he felt that he was going to ignite.
With a growl he pulled her down to him, seizing her lips with his
before rolling them over again.� He
braced himself on his elbows but he felt himself enter deeper into her; and
when she lifted her legs and wrapped them over his thrusting hips, crossing her
ankles and locking her to him; he went even deeper.
Like a piston driven by the explosive energy within him, he hammered
into her with as much as she could take, her own pelvis jerking to meet his
frenzied entrance. He almost could not stand the feel of her, the way her
insides clung to his shaft set him a flame, a fire he knew would make the
energy inside him erupt.
�Sasuke,� he heard her scream, �I�m going�.�
Whatever else she had yelled was lost as he felt her convulse around
his member. Her thighs tightened around his hips and pulled him close, her
ankles digging into his back as her hands slid under his shirt and her nails
raked furrows into his back. The sensation of her velvety flesh spasming
against his rod was too much and the power within exploded in an inferno of
energy that raced through his veins and emptied into her. White light flashed
before his eyes, as every nerve in his body seemed to sing. He could here
another voice raised in a high wail, but it sounded as though it were through a
distant tunnel.
His elbows grew weak, wavered, and then gave out. He collapsed on top
of her, their damp skin clinging together with sweat. His breath was warm as he
reflected off the skin of her neck, as was hers as she panted into his ears.
When he felt energy return to his spent body he rolled off of her, his now
softening manhood slipping from her moist channel.
Sasuke sat up and noticed his thighs trembling; his reddened shaft
clung to his leg still coated in their mixed fluid. The same mixture was
smeared around Sakura�s puffy sex as she lay panting amongst the stalks of
grass. He ran his eyes over her semi-naked form; she almost seemed to be
basking in a dim aura. He felt an echoing of the power that had gripped him
during their coupling; and a stirring of something else, something deeper. With
effort that he had to summon he tore his eyes away and forced himself on to his
weak legs, yanking his shorts back up. His mouth twisted at the clammy
sensation of the fabric clinging to the fluid between his thighs, but he
fastened his fly anyway resolving to shower as soon as possible.
He collected Sakura�s discarded shorts, her panties tangled within and
tossed them to her.
�We�d better get moving,� he said flatly, �someone might catch us.�
�But�� she muttered, her sentence trailing off. He ignored her.
�No good,� he muttered to himself, hands balling into fists.
�No�good,� she repeated, her voice breaking. �Sasuke�what�we?�. He
turned to her and saw welling tears shimmering in her eyes.
�I was trying to develop a new jutsu,� he explained in a low tone. �It
didn�t work.�
�Jutsu? What kind of jutsu required you to fuck me?� she screeched in a
pitched tone. The tears threatened to fall but he saw her hold them back with
visible effort. �You cold-hearted bastard.�
�Let me finish,� he snapped, putting enough force into his voice to
freeze her in the act of yanking on her shorts.
�What now?� she spat.
�My new jutsu did not work as a battle field technique. However that
does not mean it does not have other uses. It was quite potent.�
Her shorts dropped from her numbed fingers, �Potent? Other�uses?� she
repeated slowly, mouth taking time in shaping each word as if she was
unfamiliar with them.
Sasuke felt his lips twist into a smirk, �Perhaps you would like to
help me explore this new jutsu further.�
Her mouth opened and closed but no sound came out. Finally she
swallowed so deeply that he could hear her gulp from where he stood. �Of course
Sasuke, � she said, her cheeks flushing the same colour as her despite the
smile on her face that matched his own; that oozed with potential mischief.
�After all,� she said slyly, �A ninja should always look out for new
techniques.�

The End

Okay should I be dodging fruit for being such a
foul, dirty-minded perv? Well I had the idea and it screamed to be written.
Anyway it�s my first lemon so I can�t be that perverted
Note I have not mentioned any thing in the timeline so as to leave what
age the characters are open, so no accusing me of writing child porn. The
reason I did so, was one if I set an age I would probably have to make up some
backing story and such, and this would never have gotten written. Secondly, the
fic required them to be young and naive, but not illegally so, however the age
of consent differs from country to country so I left it open for the
international readers. I was thinking along the terms of 16-17 when many people
I know first did it.

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Kagyuu no jutsu

This fic was written as a response to a challenge fromfriend. We were shown a picture of two snails twined together and had to comeup with a fic involving it.

Oh by the way Kagyuu no jutsu means technique of the snails

Kagyuu no jutsu

By Beer-monster

Perfect.

This fic was written as a response to a challenge from
friend. We were shown a picture of two snails twined together and had to come
up with a fic involving it.