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Ravish	By : TwinEnigma Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 1644 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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WARNING: This fic contains a serious portrayal of a ravishment fantasy scenario, where consent has been previously arranged but those involved pretend it is absent for the sake of the scenario.   If this is triggering for you, you may wish to stop now.

            It is an unpleasant tug against his wrists that wakes Sasuke up. He realizes dimly that he’d been trying to roll onto his side and that his arms were not following. Something is pinning them at the wrists. He wiggles his fingers and feels cloth – familiar, likely his shirt. It binds his wrists to the pipe on the wall.
            “So you’re awake,” Karin says from the shadows.
            “Untie me, Karin,” he says, sleepily, and rolls onto his back again to relieve the insistent pressure on his wrists.
            She approaches, practically melting out of the shadows, and sits on the futon beside him. “Now, why would I want to go and do that, Sasuke?”
            Her smile is predatory in the dim light and he can’t help the small shiver that runs down his spine.
            “Karin,” he begins, warningly.
            She slowly traces a finger over the outline of his leg beneath the covers. It is a bold move, even for her, and when she pauses, he can still feel the path her finger has taken on his skin.
            “What do you think you’re doing?” he demands, now very much awake.
            “I’m curious,” she replies, sliding her hand up and over his body to the edge of the covers with deliberate care. “Do you wear anything when you sleep?”
            He hisses at the sudden chill as she rips the covers away.
            “Guess not,” she smiles, her eyes roving over his body with clear appreciation.
            “There, you have your answer, you can untie me now,” Sasuke growls.
            Her hand lingers over his leg a moment and then she smiles coyly at him, lowering a finger to touch the bare skin of his inner thigh.
            “Karin, untie-” he pauses, breath hitching as she begins to trace her finger lightly over his skin in slow, little circles. Another shiver runs down his spine and he is suddenly hyper-aware of every bit of skin on his body.
            He can feel himself beginning to get aroused and, unable to help it, feels his legs automatically spread further for better access. He really shouldn’t allow this to go any further.
            “Stop it,” he orders her, wriggling a bit as he looks up at his wrists and tries to get free.
            Karin keeps going, her finger trailing ever higher along his thigh and leaving a scalding trail of sensation in her wake. He very nearly goes cross-eyed as her knuckles graze his now-definitely growing erection. “Do you really want me to stop?” she asks, pausing, mere centimeters from his groin.
            Sasuke is embarrassed to realize his first thought is that she should stop being a goddamn cocktease and get on with giving him a hand job before he fucking dies. Her fingers lightly drum on his inner thigh, nails brushing his groin, and he can’t control the moan that issues from his throat.
            “Don’t,” he breathes, gritting his teeth.
            Karin blinks slowly, deliberately, and slides her hand flat against his thigh, carefully running it around the curve of his leg and under his balls. “Don’t what, Sasuke?”
            “Stop,” he barely manages, hands clenching, and quickly orders, “Don’t stop.”
            Fuck his pride, fuck his reservations: if she stops now, he thinks he might lose his mind.
            She pulls her hand back and slides it up his abdomen, her fingers feeling each of the muscles with a measured reverence as she slowly continues upwards. A knife flashes in her other hand and he hisses as she graces his chest with a shallow slash. She licks the blade slowly, her eyes never leaving his, and then brings her hand back down, running it along his muscles, back towards his groin.
            The second her hand slides over the base of his erection and cups his balls, his hips arc towards her and a moan slides from his lips. Sasuke doesn’t know how much longer he can take this. Its torture, but it feels too good and he hates himself a little for wanting it so badly.
            He really should work on getting his hands free.
            And then he feels her hair brushing his skin and a hot, wetness on his abdomen as she presses her tongue to his navel. Her hand continues to fondle him even as she leans forward and traces the path her hand had previously traveled with her tongue. Following the fiery trail left by her tongue is a hair-raising chill that makes him dizzyingly aware of how hypersensitive his skin is for the second time and he completely forgets that he should be struggling.
            Karin then draws back, raising her head before she even gets near his cock. “I’ve always wanted you, you know. Such a shame I had to resort to this to get what I want.”
            Sasuke grimaces, gritting his teeth as he sits up a little, and glares at her. “Karin! Let me...”
            Her hand closes around his erection and, with a distant smile, she squeezes him.
            The words die in his throat as stars burst in his vision.
            “Do you want me to let you go, Sasuke?” she asks.
            Her fingers tighten and he whimpers.
            “Do you want me to let you go?” she repeats, harsher this time.
            The squeeze is harder.
            “Yes,” he manages.
            “Yes, what?” she demands, stroking him firmly.
            “Release me, please,” he moans. He’d say anything for release from this torture.
            “Not a chance,” she says, gently rubbing the tip of his penis. Precum had already started to bead there and it now gives her a little extra lubrication. “Are you close? I wonder.”
            Sasuke grits his teeth and clamps down on another cry as her hand suddenly releases him.
            Karin stands, looking down at him as she removes her clothing. “Should I finish you off, Sasuke? You’d like that, wouldn’t you? You’re practically gagging for it.”
            And then she is right on top of him, sliding down onto his cock like she was always supposed to be there and he is almost seeing stars again. She rolls her hips, setting a steady pace, and he soon isn’t even capable of coherent thought. Only the sensation, the desire to fight back, and the ever-increasing tension low in his groin remain. Everything else is lost in the moment.
            Karin moans in pleasure and leans down, grabbing him by the shoulders. She quickens her pace and sinks ever closer, until her breasts press against his bare chest.
            Sasuke doesn’t hesitate to take the opportunity to attack, lunging as forward as the restraints will allow and sinking his teeth into her shoulder hard enough to draw blood.
            Karin screams in ecstasy, her muscles clamping down hard on him as she orgasms, and he has only a dim moment to register that the wound on his chest has vanished before his own orgasm hits like a hammer, leaving him shuddering and blinking back tears and stars in the aftermath.
            There is silence, punctuated only by their breathing, and then Karin slowly sits up and climbs off of him. She reaches over, unties his hands and nods when she notes there are no injuries to his wrists.
            Sasuke then sits up, carefully stretching out his arms, and is relieved to note only minor stiffness from the position.
            “Sasuke,” Karin says, giving him a serious look, “What the hell happened? I was expecting you to put up a better fight. If you didn’t want to do this, than you should have just said the word.”
            “I know, I know,” he sighs, pulling the sheet back over his waist. He winces a little as it brushes his cock. “I couldn’t focus.”
            Karin sighs in return, picking up his shirt from the floor and shrugging it on, and he can’t help but see how unsettled she is.
            “Look, I’m not upset,” he says and means it. “You were perfect. That was everything I wanted.”
            And then some, he adds mentally. Just recalling the way she’d looked at him during their little game was already getting his blood flowing again.
            Karin snorts, dragging a hand over her face to hide her half-smile. “You made me memorize that corny, ridiculous script and couldn’t even stick to it yourself.”
            “Karin...”
            She gives him a look.
            “I’ll make it up to you,” he promises, “Whatever you want.”
            After a moment, she sighs again and shakes her head. “You know it’s my turn next, right?”
            “Yeah,” Sasuke says. “And you remember –“
            “Balloons, yes,” Karin interrupts, nodding.
            It’s a silly safe word, but there’s no mistaking it for anything else.
            He leans backwards, resting on his elbows and tries to ignore the sensation of cloth sliding over his returning erection. “So, what’s your pleasure?”
            Karin eyes him appreciatively, her gaze flickering to his crotch and then back to his face. “Oh, I think you know what I want, Sasuke Uchiha. Just promise you won’t fuck up my fantasy with your damnable lack of focus.”
            “I’m sorry, what were you saying? I was too busy thinking of how I’m going to tear my shirt off you,” he deliberately says, smirking.
            Karin swats his shoulder, but he can see her grinning.

Notes: This was an unusual story to write. For one, it deals with ravishment fantasy. This is partially why the denouement is as extended as it is - I want to make it very clear that this is not rapefic, but instead something Sasuke consented to ahead of time and planned out as well, with Karin. I also try to carry that through in some of Sasuke's reactions and thoughts - this is his particular fetish. Secondly, this is my first fic attempt at going into sex in detail. Awkward, yes, and I realize it's probably not that detailed or flowery.
Barring that, Happy Valentines to the members of "A Dangerous Affection," who really gave me the confidence to finish this out and post it.
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