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Angel’s Order
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            Her orders were simple: bring Akatsuki together. Pain could not accomplish his goals while those serving him were at each other’s throats. Though he did not specifically tell her to rally the group of murderers, artists, and plain-out freaks, Konan chose to take it upon herself to force Akatsuki to band together. Nagato was stressed enough; if she could be of use to their cause for peace, she would bear descending as an angel to the wretches piddling mindlessly to God’s will to lead them on the correct path.
            Traveling as origami cranes might’ve been quicker, but she chose to remain in her true form. Her red-clouded robes billowed behind her with each leap, revealing her skintight suit underneath that revealed her taut stomach and quad-pierced navel. The branches she leapt from hardly shifted at all underneath her weight.
            Her gray eyes did not turn from the path in front of her. She was on the straight course to the hideout nearest the Sand Village, as the Sand contained the first target jinchuuriki when the time came to collect. As if sensing something amiss, she came to an abrupt stop and stared ahead of her. Her honed shinobi senses warned her of a possible oncoming threat.
            Sure enough, up ahead of her from a thicker tree, a giant flytrap wormed its way out of the wood. The teeth parted, and Konan stared into the peeking, yellow gaze of the schizophrenic Zetsu. For him to pop up randomly was not unexpected; he seemed to enjoy it in some creepy way. The jagged jaws parted further so that she could see his eerie half-faced grin. “They’re all there,” he informed Konan. He was her messenger, for she could not bother Pain to exhaust himself to telepathically address all members of Akatsuki. “What’s the reason for this? Pain gave no orders. Are you acting alone?”
            “I am doing this for Pain,” Konan replied, her tone cold but elegant and refined. “Akatsuki cannot properly serve him if those within are unwilling to cooperate with each other. He should not be forced to unite them. That is why God has angels.”
            “Angels?” Black Zetsu made a sound akin to a chuckle, though it was unpleasant, like the hiss of a cockroach. Though his other-half seemed skeptical, White Zetsu kept his deceptively pleasant demeanor. “I think it is for the best, Konan-san. Kakuzu is hardly compatible with anyone; Hidan was a lucky find to be his partner.” “Deidara, too. How do you expect to unite them all, and by yourself?” Again, Black Zetsu scoffed softly. “What can you do, Konan?” White Zetsu opened his grinning mouth, “Hey, don’t be so hard on her. She is not Pain’s partner for nothing.” Black Zetsu knew Konan was someone to be feared and respected, but believing that she alone could manage a task of such importance made him doubt.
            Speaking to Akatsuki’s cannibalistic spy felt beneath her, but Konan could bear this brief exchange with him; at the very least, half of him was respectful and mindful of her prowess. “I will do what is necessary,” she assured the cynical black half, and that was all she needed to say to him. With her cloak spanning out as she lunged to the branch Zetsu emerged from, her woe-colored eyes regarded him as if as a threat. Then she sprung off, well on her way to the hideout.
            Zetsu rotated slowly to watch her depart. “Are we going to go watch?” asked White Zetsu, truly amused by the whole situation. “Of course. It’ll be interesting,” the other hissed with a following, deep chuckle. Slowly, he melted back into the tree, ominously staring after the origami angel.
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            The atmosphere was as tense as a paused battlefield. The six cloaked men were not happy to be called here when they had their own agendas to fulfill. Kakuzu omitted a deadly aura that only Hidan could carelessly wander into. Being torn away from a bounty because Zetsu approached him with a message to gather did not sit well with him. Time was money, and though he had more time than most human beings, he hated wasting precious money.
            “Oi, what the hell are we doing here, anyway?!” Hidan looked around the dark cavern, expecting Zetsu to show up. In a fit, he brought out his triple-bladed scythe. “Zetsu! Where the fuck are you?! What’s so important that we have to come to this shit hole?!”
            “Stop shouting,” griped Zetsu as he materialized from the ceiling. It was best to stay out of range of the zombie duo and their vengeful tempers; fortunately, Kakuzu was not angry enough to engage the flytrap ninja. The split-face of Zetsu appeared when the maw opened up. “You’re annoying.”
            Hidan glared up at him, but his lips were curled up in a grin. His fist tightened on the shaft of his weapon. The muscles of his legs became tense, his knees bending ever so slightly to prepare to spring if he felt like it. He briefly pondered if Lord Jashin would be pleased with the mangled corpse of a freak like Zetsu. “Hey, Zetsu, why not come down here so we can talk?”
            The white half of Zetsu’s face frowned. He would not entertain Hidan’s provocations. “Konan-san is on her way. She is the one orchestrating this gathering.”
            Sharp fangs gleamed in the darkness when Kisame’s elated grin spread across his face. “So it was Konan-san,” he mused with slight humor in his voice. He turned to his estranged partner, whose eyes seemed just as cold as the cave around them. “I wonder what she has in store for us, eh, Itachi-san?” No response came from the rogue Uchiha, but that was expected. When it came to conversation, Kisame wished he was partnered with someone like Hidan or Deidara, though Itachi was an interesting enough sort.
            “Konan? Isn’t she supposed to be in the Rain Village?” Sasori’s gravelly voice rumbled from the darkness. The hunched figure trudged forward, his low head picking up to glare at Zetsu. Behind him, Deidara simply sat on an outcropped stone, his knee drawn upward so that his arm could rest casually over it. “There is no time for this sort of gathering. It’s almost time to collect the One-Tailed Bijuu.”
            Lips curving upward in an eager grin, Deidara looked up at Zetsu with his one eye. “He’s right, hm. I think it’s about time I share my art with the Sand Village.” He brought up his fist and opened it to show off a miniature clay model of a bird perched upon the closed lips of his palm. “I’ve taught the Rock Village the true meaning of art already. I’ll light the Sand up with the light of my superflat art, and give them a spectacle they’ll never forget! Hm!”
            Sasori turned until his wicked eyes glared at his partner. “Deidara, stop talking or I’ll kill you.”
            “Hey, what’re you getting mad at me for, Sasori no danna?” Deidara pointed his other hand up at the creepy spy protruding from stone. “He’s the one wasting our time! Hm!”
            “I’m merely the messenger,” White Zetsu told him. Slowly, like a grub, he emerged from the high ceiling until he was standing in full form. He rarely took advantage of actually walking, but that was understandable since he was so top-heavy. His movement was slow as he came down from the roof, as though on a casual stroll. Halfway down, however, his flytrap protrusion was snagged by an elongated arm. His eye widened before he was slammed down on the floor.
            From the billowing cloud of dust, the black tendrils retracted and returned Kakuzu’s arm to its proper length. “Stop playing around,” the edgy killer growled. His eyes narrowed when the dust cleared, revealing no trace of Zetsu’s presence. “I’ve no time for your games, Zetsu.”
            “Tch. You’re too impatient.” Zetsu slowly reemerged from the floor behind his assailant. The white half grinned even as Kakuzu turned to him, eyes still aglow with murderous intent. “If you really want to seek retribution…” He stopped midsentence, attention diverting to the entrance of the cave.
            Konan, the decreed angel of Amegakure and God’s right-hand, had arrived. She needn’t budge the boulder at all to enter the cavern when she could slip through the smallest crack as a flow of small papers. Her body was still collecting as more sheets packed together, forming her tragically lovely face with more layers. There was a flurry of paper sheets around her as they waited set against her in their proper place.
            There was silence before Hidan threw his head back and cackled. His finger pointed at her. “Now that is a neat trick,” he jeered, having not seen the full extent of Konan’s abilities before. If he recalled correctly, he had only met her once when she introduced him to his partner, Kakuzu. It was a brief meeting, and she left without the theatrics she now displayed. Only from Kakuzu had he become privy to the mysterious powers of Pain’s reliable angel. “But now that you’re here, maybe you will tell us what the hell this is all about! We can’t be wandering around here all day! We’ve got stuff… mmph?!” His eyes went wide when several sheets of paper strapped over his mouth to silence him. Releasing the hilt of his scythe, he tried to peel away the makeshift gag; Kakuzu had no complaints about the method to finally shut him up.
            Konan stared at the angered Jashinist a while longer, not even amused at his attempts to regain the ability to speak, though Zetsu took some delight in watching him struggle. Her gray eyes then traveled to the others in the gathering. This was not an atmosphere of teammates gathering for a shared cause, and that was the problem. One way or another, she would have to unite these renegades to prepare for the Pain’s upcoming war for peace.
            “You are here because of Pain,” she declared, “but not on his orders.”
            “We figured that. Hm.” Deidara leaned forward, resting his elbows across his thighs. “Otherwise, he would’ve called on us himself. Hm. So who are you to order us around?” He fingered his clay bird, a possible threat should Konan’s answer agitate him.
            Of course, she could read the intentions of the hostiles in the group – Kakuzu, Hidan, and Deidara – but that did not worry her. Outnumbered, she may be, and some sexist believed that kunoichi hadn’t the strength of male shinobi, but that was not the case with Konan; she was not Nagato’s right hand for nothing, after all.
            “You are all weak as you are now,” she proclaimed bluntly. An obvious tic in Hidan’s right eye did not go unnoticed, but she ignored it. “You stand divided, and like that, you will not succeed in our goals. In the eyes of God… you are pathetic.”
            Not a second later, Kakuzu’s hand shot out, stretching into sections with the countless black threads coursing through his being. Konan hardly batted an eyelash when his fingers gripped her throat. “Hidan,” the heart-hunter grunted.
            “Fuck yeah!” Of course the first words out of his mouth after shredding off the paper would be profanity. Like a crazed beast, he rushed forward, brandishing his scythe with bloodlust in his wide, purple eyes. Again, Konan remained unresponsive, focusing on Kakuzu rather than the religious nut charging her with his wicked blade. He lunged with a cackle. Blood vessels crackled the edges of his eyes when his weapon came about with the intention of cleaving her in two. She did not move, but Hidan was disappointed that instead of blood, he drew only paper. Konan willingly separated herself, conjuring a storm of flapping papers.
            Hidan lowered his offending weapon, a look of awareness appearing on his dumbfounded face. “Oh yeah, I forgot about that,” he mumbled before the papers began to cling to his body in heavy layers. He flailed, but to no avail; in a coffin of papers, he was merged with Konan’s upper body. Curse words were lost underneath the covering and commotion of flapping paper.
            Next to be punished was the demon whose hand remained latched around her throat. Konan looked at him before her throat collapsed underneath his grip, spreading her origami sheets down the length of his long arm. His eyes narrowed as he tried to reel in his limb, but Konan held him fast while forming the cast all the way up to his shoulder. With the weight immoveable, the arm dropped and was left only as a great burden. He could’ve detached the arm entirely and sew it back on later, but the situation hardly called for such extremes; he and Hidan merely acted on their bloodthirsty nature.
            With Hidan’s encased form worming about heatedly, Konan sprouted her angelic wings and took to the air, half of her body missing to contain the zombie duo. Like the holy being she was perceived as, she hovered above Pain’s gathered organization. She would act as the voice of God, touching the ears of those who could not comprehend the omnipotent’s plans.
            “I am not here to quarrel with any of you. There’s enough of that amongst all of you,” she declared, her wings delicately flapping to keep her aloft. “Pain will not tolerate it any longer.”
            Deidara scoffed, dissatisfaction mirrored on his face. “What’re you saying? Did we all just come here for a social get-together? Sasori no danna is right. This is a waste of time. Hm!” He was silenced when a stray origami crane fluttered near him before unfolding and slapping over his mouth.
            Slowly, the only female member of Akatsuki descended, gradually taking back the papers from Kakuzu’s arm and Hidan. Hidan should not be punished with Kakuzu, for he had the mentality of a savage dog; point him at a target, and he mindlessly rushes in for the kill, though he would soon not be allowed to act so recklessly when gathering up the jinchuuriki. The moment the paper separated itself from his arm, Kakuzu reeled it back in, opening and closing his fist before letting it drop at his side, hidden beneath the large sleeves of the Akatsuki cloak.
            Her sandals shuffled on the dirt floor as the last papers made up her body. Behind her, Hidan sat up and shouted at Kakuzu for not lending him a hand while he was suffocating in paper. He was ignored until he begrudgingly shut up. Getting to his feet, he quietly set his scythe back in its holster, ready to hear Konan out.
            Konan looked back at him, and then at Kakuzu; neither seemed intimidated by her stare, even after receiving a humiliating demonstration of her skill. “Your impatience is unsightly,” she told the Waterfall Village’s demon. Then she addressed Akatsuki as a whole, “All of you fighting one another; you will tear yourself down until Akatsuki – the organization built by Pain himself – is crippled beyond repair. If it will suit his cause…” Her stoic eyes narrowed ever so slightly. “I will personally erase the filth and have Akatsuki begin anew.”
            Not even Kisame maintained his grin with this very-serious threat. His lips turned downward while he contemplated taking out his Samehada as a precaution. Of course, he was a monster who would be willing to die for the sake of the mission, but he felt it unnecessary to slaughter the lot of them to start again with a possible group of more organized fiends.
            “You think threats will work on us?” Sasori growled. Slowly, his bladed stinger slipped out from underneath his robes. It slithered in front of him, wagging daintily at Konan. “You won’t get off lightly if you think you can destroy all of us. It takes far more than power and a word to follow.”
            Options were considered. If things did turn out violently, Konan was relatively sure she could incapacitate – if not kill – a great deal of them. She could easily rely on Itachi, Zetsu and Kisame for back-up if it was needed, as they were the three who seemed truly loyal to the cause; Sasori was loyal, but there was a limit to how much taunting he would stand. Puppeteer, artist, demon, and Jashinist; they would be a hard lot to kill – or put out of commission in Hidan’s peculiar case – and it would truly be a waste. Konan honestly did not want it to come to that, as Pain chose these renegades for their talent; Orochimaru was the one err that would simply be erased.
            Yes, this group would react to violence, but not in the way she wanted. Pain would breed more pain, and the strife amongst the Akatsuki would rage on until it destroyed itself from the inside out. She would have to entice them in a way that would unite them.
            “Very well,” she stated, having come to a solution that she decided was in Akatsuki’s best interests, as well as Pain’s. “If you will not respond to power and violence,” she began, stone-faced as her hand appeared behind her high collar. When the first click of a button popping out of place echoed through the cavern, everyone went still. Just what was this angel scheming? One after another, the pins were undone until the cloak was completely opened at the front. An arm thrust out to the side, pushing away the black attire to reveal the form-fitting suit she wore underneath. Her expression remained placid as she went on, “Then I will appeal to your other nature.”
            The shark’s grin returned, intrigued when the Akatsuki garb slipped from her shoulders to be respectfully folded and set on the ground. “Our other nature?” he mused with interest thick in his tone. His beady eyes swept up and down her form as she stood in front of them, pausing only to admiring the four piercings at her exposed bellybutton. “And what do you mean by that, Konan-san?” His chin dipped downward, the grin on his face taking a malevolent tone.
            “If it will bring Akatsuki together,” Konan clarified, her stance unchanging, “I offer my body to all of you.”
            Deafening silence claimed the room. Not a single movement was made; it was unlikely that anyone was breathing aside from the impassive Konan. Despite what she had volunteered herself to, she was remarkably cool. That alone made the gathering wary about approaching her.
            “What the hell are you talking about?” Was Hidan amused or irritated? No one could tell, even as he sauntered over to the only woman in the room. She unflinchingly faced him. Pausing before getting too close, he sneered at her. “Is this some kinda trick?” His head tilted back a little as a broad grin of wickedness creased his face. Trick or not, it did not stop him from audaciously set a palm on her left tit and gave it a firm grasp. Aside from the tiniest tic of her eye towards the pain, she gave no indication that she minded the contact. The audacity left Hidan’s face while taking his hand away from her. He gave a look of being pleasantly surprised by her offering. “Oh,” he muttered, “you’re serious.” May not be the carnage Jashin demanded, but it wasn’t against the religion. And if it meant toying with the revered angel from the heathens of Amegakure – Hidan considered them such for worshipping Pain rather than Jashin – who was he to not take part?
            Konan turned away from him to address those hesitating. Deidara was no longer sitting, his face unreadable except for his eye; he watched her intently, his fingers itching to touch her delicate skin as Hidan had done so brazenly, and with no consequences either! His head tilted downward when he grinned. “Well, if you’re the one offering, we can’t be blamed for what happens. Hm!” He looked at his hunched partner; Sasori made no reaction to Konan’s proposal. “Sasori no danna, what do you think?”
            The puppeteer turned towards him and harrumphed. “Do what you like,” he replied before looking back at Konan. “I’ll watch what happens.” He hated to wait, but he wasn’t about to just fling himself out there. This could still be some sort of ruse that he would find most irritating; he would bide his time to decipher what should be done. Brashness aside, he was not fond of revealing himself – his true self – to everybody; allowing Orochimaru to lay eyes on his true form was a deep regret of his, one he wished to rectify swiftly and painfully.
            Well, Deidara wasn’t about to pass up the opportunity to delight himself with this morsel. Under his artistic touch, she’d soon turn to clay for him to mold. His tongue slid out to glide over his lips. What should he go for first? She was looking right at him, totally aware of his approach, anticipating his touch. Her breasts firsts, he decided when hungrily setting his sight to them. How provocative of her to wear such revealing attire underneath her Akatsuki robe. Such beauty should not be withheld, mused the artist from Iwagakure.
            “Oi, what do you think you’re going for, Deidara-chan?” Hidan asked, his voice tinged with reserved irritation. Possessively, his hands latched onto Konan, one at her hip and the other on her shoulder, causing her to cast a somewhat offended glance back at him. “Like hell you’re getting anything before me!” The hand at her shoulder came up to roughly turn her head towards him, and she only winced when he stole her mouth with a bold, open kiss. His tongue bolted past her lips before she could fortify any resistance against him. While he would’ve enjoyed a bit of a struggle from her, this was just as well. Her tongue slid confidently against his, tasting the lingering flavor of blood; he must’ve just come from collecting one of Kakuzu’s bounties.
            His hands moved across her body as she shifted to him. As expected, he wasn’t shy to touch her breasts, groping and pinching them as he pleased. She could feel the calluses of his palms when they slid along the exposed sides of her soft bosom. He fingered the edge of her body-hugging costume. Ah, the treasures hidden underneath; he could not be expected to not be denied for long. Patience wasn’t one of Akatsuki’s virtues, after all.
            Hidan disconnected their lips with a soft snarl. Konan’s body was jerked as he sought the zipper that ran down from underneath the collar of her suit to its bottom. Without hesitation, he tore down the fastener and immediately pushed the tight material away from her bust, unable to find the patience to revel every millimeter of creamy flesh exposed. She stared at him, but his eyes could not be torn away when her high, firm, and luscious tits were unveiled. Her nipples were brown and erect in the humid air of the grotto. Hidan smirked in approval at them, bumping them with his thumbs before pressing them like buttons. Without taking his hands from her bust, the silver-haired masochist looked over at Kakuzu, his face lighting up with excitement. “Oi, Kakuzu! You should see these tits!” He turned back to the glorious c-cups, grasping them firmly and hefting them up so that he could dip down and capture one, precious peak in between his lips. He suckled fervently on it, grunting and pulling her hips against his.
            She kept her breath still when his groin grinded against hers, allowing her to feel his swollen passion. She should’ve expected that he would try to hoard her to himself. It felt good having him dote on her breasts, though she was forced to make a soft sound when his teeth came a bit too painfully on the sensitive tip. When he pulled on the nipple and stretched her breast out along with it until it popped from his mound and bounced back into place, he cackled, throwing his head back and exclaiming just how great her tits were. He guessed the recent sacrifice pleased his deity and decided to reward him.
            He forgot that he would have to share…
            “You can’t appreciate her properly, Hidan. Hm. You’re too bland to truly please Konan-san.” As the senior Akatsuki, Deidara proved himself quite bold to challenge the immortal Hidan. He swatted Hidan’s left hand off of Konan’s breast to replace it with his own. Even as Hidan glared death at him, the blonde smiled brightly while latching the grinning mouth of his right hand over the nipple. A heavy coat of saliva smeared over the pert, brown nub with sloppy licks that were frequently alternated with tender nips from the teeth. “Beauty like hers; only a true artist should handle it. Hm.”
            “What did you say, you fucking pussy?!” Hidan had his killing pike brandished in the next instant, ready to skewer Deidara through Konan. Only a powerful grasp stayed his hand, causing him to shoot a glare to the one who would dare to interfere with the slaughter.
            “My, my, you should learn to control that temper, Hidan-san,” Kisame jested with his fangs flashing in the dark; a shark’s wicked grin. His predatory eyes went from the silver-haired Jashinist to the blue-haired papergirl. She looked up at him with those unreadable eyes. Toying with her would be such fun, the Mist’s Swordsman considered. He wanted to see those eyes flash with passion, pleasure, and pain. “Konan-san gave us an opportunity to bond.” He bowed until his nose was almost touching hers. “And we shall,” his voice rumbled lowly before his mouth went on hers. Her back bent slightly as he pressed down and probed her orifice with his broad tongue.
            Kisame’s mouth had a very different taste than Hidan’s. He tasted like the ocean; salty, bitterly refreshing, and full of… fish. It did not discourage her. In her wretched life, she’d been subjugated to terrible things, and she’d learned to endure it all. And while Kisame ravished her, his fangs sometimes pricking the rim of her mouth, Deidara continued to caress her. Behind her, she could hear him remarking on how she had been so perfectly sculpted. Both hands rolled over her breasts and pinched her nipples. As quiet as she was being beyond the rare sharp intake of breath, her body was more in tune with these ministrations; well, at least her nipples were, but how about lower?
            The tongue hanging from his right palm left a trail of saliva as it coursed down her sternum. Her stomach was deliciously tight from training, or maybe she made herself that way with her origami technique. Whatever the reason, he found her figure a delight, something worthy to explode in one glorious, artistic blast that would be a spectacle to remember. His palm-tongue flicked the piercings decorating her navel, and he felt her react with a slight tightening of her muscles.
            In the meantime, Konan was finally allowed to breathe freely when Kisame retracted his face from hers with an echoing chuckle, though he very-slowly dragged his tongue from her mouth so that the marine-flavor would linger. Though his mouth had detached from hers, he made sure to latch a large hand over a breast to maul it, calloused fingertips agitating the erect tip. “Mmm, you’ve truly a lovely body, Konan-san. To offer it so eagerly; you must be desperate.” His grin quirked when he twisted the tender nipple.
            Her gray eyes regarded him, grimness clashing with humor. “It is necessary,” she offered him, “if you all refuse to cooperate any other way.”
            “Ha! Spew whatever bullshit you want,” Hidan crowed, finding such amusement in her excuses even when her hard stare focused solely on him. To him, she did not seem threatening while her tits were on display and three men crowded her. Deidara continued to run his hands over her in smooth strokes like an artist becoming one with his work. Sometimes he would trace the hem of her spandex pants, but would refrain from slipping in to explore her more intimately. Once again, Hidan took Konan against him like she was he owned her; again, Deidara was becoming frustrated by Hidan’s possessiveness of her. The silver-haired Jashinist snickered as he leaned nose-to-nose with the unflinching woman. Her tits flattened against his chest, separated only by the damned Akatsuki cloak; he made a mental note that he should start undressing. “All that matters,” he continued, wolfishly eyeing her cleavage pressing up against him, “is that I get to fuck you.” At that moment, to emphasize his desire in a way other than rubbing his bulge against the inside of her leg, his right hand slid around her hip to her backside to finger the taut crevice of her ass. Pressing more firmly against the tight suit, his middle finger sought and discovered the puckered hole that made Konan inhale sharply through her nostrils. Try as she might, it was difficult to fight the feeling of that guarded region being probed by foreign fingers.
            Fuming with frustration at Hidan’s selfishness with Konan, Deidara grit his teeth. His pants had become rather uncomfortable since touching Konan’s flawless skin, and he wasn’t about to be stuck taking care of himself while the brutish slayer had his way with the delicate piece of living art.
            Before he could speak his dissatisfaction, a hiss came from below. “Hidan, you’re not going to keep her for yourself.” White Zetsu leered up at the man shamelessly fingering the area underneath Konan’s coat. Slowly, Zetsu writhed his way up from the dirt just on Deidara’s right side. He did not fully emerge, but it was revealed that his odd protrusions had receded so that his upper body was free to move. His Akatsuki cloak had been shed before making his way over to the growing gathering. “That’s right. Konan-san offered herself to all of us.” “Saving her only for yourself is as ridiculous as your Jashin ceremonies.”
            Konan made a soft grunt when the strong arms around her tightened; the hand at her ass squeezed her cheek tighter. “What was that?!” barked Hidan. “You fuckin’ heathen! Are you saying you want a crack at her?! You don’t even have a dick, do you? Goddamn fucker.”
            The grin on White Zetsu diminished slightly, but he was far more interested in Konan.
            Hidan glared at the freakish breed of ninja before glaring over at his partner. Kakuzu was intrigued by Konan’s provocative proposal, but for him, there was something more pressing: money. How could he have his goddamned ‘hit list’ out at a time like this?! “Oi, Kakuzu! Don’t you want a piece of Konan?! Hasn’t it been decades since you were last laid?! Or are you still an ancient virgin?”
            Kakuzu’s deadly stare lifted from the targets on his paper. “Hidan, you’re annoying me,” he informed, not hinting at the true anger within him. His eyes fell back at his list to prepare the next head to collect. “I’ll come when I’m ready.”
            “Tch. What are you, Kakuzu? Some kind of faggot?” Hidan grouched. “How can you think of a bounty when…?” He’d been warned, but he just had to continue testing the savage Kakuzu. With his right hand spearing forward like a harpoon, Kakuzu grabbed Hidan by the throat and mercilessly pitched him into the side of the cavern with enough force to shake a few boulders loose.
            Konan, now free of Hidan’s mauling hands, felt some gratitude towards Kakuzu’s impatient nature, though his method to quell his partner was exactly what she wanted to discourage. She pivoted sharply towards the bounty hunter from the Waterfall Village, watching as his elongated arm retracted to its proper length; the suddenness of her movement made Deidara smirk appreciatively at the sway of her generous breasts. Despite the exposure of her body, she stood with a poise that was befitting of an angel sent down to judge disciples. “Kakuzu…”
            “Goddamn it, Kakuzu! That fuckin’ hurt!” From the rubble, Hidan stormed out and brushed the dirt from his clothes. Konan stared at him as he emerged as though nothing had happened; she should’ve known that such a blow would hardly be registered by one of the two immortals of Akatsuki. Did Kakuzu figure that the assault would be brushed off like nothing, or did he really mean to inflict serious damage? Some things were hard to tell when it came to him.
            “Next time, keep your mouth shut,” Kakuzu warned his irritating cohort. From Hidan, his glare wandered over to Konan and showed no tact when they eased down to observe her chest. His attention lingered for a significant moment before it returned to his paper to plot his next course when this meeting was adjourned. Lowly, he announced, “I’ll be with her in a moment.” It almost sounded like a threat that would’ve chilled any woman but the impassable Konan to the bone.
            Her sleek eyes narrowed somewhat at the prospect of that despicable mercenary laying hands on her, but she volunteered and knew the consequences for peace. Hidan, grumbling about a kink in his neck, was advancing slowly while Zetsu slowly materialized from the floor in front of her, his waist riddled with spines from retracting his flytrap extensions. It seemed Hidan’s assumption of Zetsu’s lack of genitalia was accurate, as there was nothing of significance between the dual-minded freak’s legs. But Konan would remain wary of him, for Zetsu was a tricky creature.
            Before any more hands could be set upon her, Konan reached for the clasp at the back of her neck and unfastened it. Best that she keep her attire intact before these savages rip it all to shreds and force her to return to Amegakure in naught but her Akatsuki robe. Itachi, Sasori, and Kakuzu had kept their distance probably to see how things would pan out, though the latter had already said that he’d be with her momentarily. What of the puppet master and the Uchiha? Would they take part, or were they satisfied being spectators?
            Her top finally came loose, sliding down over her breasts to circle around her feet. When she stepped out of them and bent down to collect the garment, she heard an amused Kisame compliment her curves, which were highly-defined by the tight hug her spandex gave her. She stood up just when the shark tried to caress her backside. His foiled attempt dropped his eager grin to a semi-frustrated scowl. His anger was of no concern to the paper kunoichi as she set her clothes aside.
            The moment her posture became erect, she found herself staring in the one-eyed gaze of Deidara. The sculptor/bomber had grown tired of waiting on the sidelines while Hidan’s enjoyed and tarnished her exquisiteness. Now he would not be pried from her. At once, her breasts were under his groping hands, and she felt the tongues immediately greeting her tender nipples. A pleasant shiver shot down to her core from the sensation. “Your body is wonderful clay,” he told her with a toothy grin. She did not respond, and he did not care if she did or not. The artist communicated with his tools without the use of words; his craftsman hands were all that was needed. His face dipped down to nuzzle the crook of her neck, lips delicately grazing against her tingling skin.
            Scoffing at Deidara’s sensuality, Hidan stormed over. Let the blonde cocksucker play pretend about being an artist; Hidan always thought his ‘work’ sucked anyway. “Enough fucking around,” he snarled, which enticed Kisame expect some carnage. Instead, something more appealing occurred when Hidan knelt down just behind Konan, and without the slightest bit of warning, tore her tights down just beneath her thighs. She noticeably jerked and glared down at him, which was difficult since Deidara hadn’t taken his mouth from her shoulder. Was there some color filling her cheeks, Kisame observed humorously? Perhaps Konan did know some modesty, even now.
            “Whoa, check it out,” Hidan mumbled in wonderment before his eyes gleamed with wickedness shared with his broad smile. His hand went out to finger the black thong that pressed tightly against the crevice of her backside. With the unflattering garb of Akatsuki always hiding her form, no one could’ve expected her to wear such scant attire underneath. Hooking his index finger underneath the thin garment, he ruthlessly tugged it up until it was uncomfortably snug against her vagina and anus. “Heh! I can see your pussy like this, Konan,” he teased her while leering at the outline of her sex. His other hand came up to caress the hidden cleft of her snatch, rotating his fingertip against the distinctive nub that was her clit. The muscles of her thighs flexed automatically at the contact, but that was the only indication of pleasure that she would allow him. When his touch wandered, he discovered that, for as cold as she was acting, her sex had started to melt with anticipation.
            Chuckling, he stood up and pressed himself against Konan’s back, forcing her closer to Deidara. “Not willing to back out of your offer now, are you, Konan-chan?” he sang in her ear, pleased that she reacted with a cold glare, though he could see that she was starting to falter when Deidara chose to take advantage of her almost-unveiled nether regions. He treaded underneath her bellybutton, but hesitated before heading any lower.
            “I do not retract my words,” she sternly informed Hidan. “But do not mistake that for having power over me, Hidan.”
            “Tch. Whatever,” he grumbled. His spirits were hardly dampened by her attitude. She could say she was in control, and maybe she was, but as long as he got to enjoy her to the fullest, who gave a shit? “Well, if that’s so,” he began before shoving her thong to one side to reveal her bare butt to his roaming hand, “how about we cut to the chase?” She stiffened when his fingers went on the move like a scurrying spider. A small grunt left her throat, her body involuntarily trying to pull away when his fingers slipped through the crevice. Because she was standing up, the fissure of her ass was much tighter than it would have been if she had been squatting, but Hidan enjoyed the challenge of probing until he found the puckered hole he was searching for. “There,” he hissed in triumph while pressing firmly against the passage.
            Konan inhaled softly at the feeling and couldn’t help it when her hands latched onto Deidara’s robes to brace against the intrusion. A digit finally forced its way up through her anus and burrowed deeper, up to the first knuckle. Such an odd feeling; she’d never had that area probed before, even when captive by enemy – and sometimes, friendly – nations. It didn’t hurt; she daresay it almost felt pleasant, but she would rather not have Hidan sliding his fingers in and out of that hole so confidently. Even so, he strove to add to the discomfort by wedging a second finger within, though it took a bit more effort on his part and a bit more pain on hers.
            “Why am I not surprised?” mused Hidan as he gingerly began to work his two fingers inside of her rectum, trying to spread her out, though the muscles around refused to yield. “Now I know why you’re such a tight-ass; because you have a really have a tight ass.” He snickered and commenced her anal-fingering.
            Accursed sadist… Konan suppressed the shivers that his probing caused, but she soon found that it would become much harder. “Konan-san, I think you’d prefer the hands of an artist more those of a guileless fool. Hm.” Ignoring Hidan’s small curse at him, Deidara extended his tongue and made a path of saliva across her lips, making sure to flick the piercing underneath her lower lip. The men she was trapped in between were both so arrogant, believing themselves to be gifts to her.
            Finally ready to take the plunge – rather literally – Deidara’s hand slipped underneath the elastic band of her underwear. A nice, contained sea of blue curls tickled his palm and its lips until he found her nether ones, moist and spreading its taste over his hand. More eagerly than feeding on clay, the mouth split wide, his tongue darting out to rub her labia or tease her clit.
            Deidara did not receive a reaction until Konan breathed hotly against the nape of his neck. Far too helplessly for her tastes, she curled towards the blonde as both holes went under attack by the duo of hands. She was beginning to falter, and Hidan could feel it by the erratic tightening of her sphincter around his digits. The time to take full advantage had come, but he’d need Deidara to work with him on this.
            “Oi, Deidara-chan.” He plucked his fingers from her asshole, to which she gave a small sigh of relief against Deidara. “Put her on the ground. Heh. I know how to have real fun with her.”
            Interested to see what his junior had in mind, Deidara nodded his approval and gave Konan’s pussy one more prolonged lick before gripping her waist. Konan felt as light as a sheet of paper when the two men lifted her off her feet. “What are you doing?” she demanded in her emotionless tone.
            “Whatever we want,” Hidan blurted out, setting her ass none-too-gently on the floor while Deidara gently settled her upper body on the cold ground. He pointed her legs straight up in the air to finish extracting her pants; the thong could remain a while longer. “Remember, you are the one who allowed this.”
            She scowled a little. No need to remind her of just how loyal she was to Nagato and what she was willing to sacrifice for the cause of Yahiko’s dream. Her scowl deepened when Hidan dragged her a little and elevated her butt until even her back wasn’t touching the floor, only her shoulders and head. In this upside-down position, she would’ve preferred her legs to stay closed, but that was not an option when Hidan was running the show. Forcibly, he pried her legs apart to leave her feeling embarrassedly exposed to everyone’s gaze.
            Hidan licked his lips and stretched her thin underwear to one side to expose her blue-haired crotch and her asshole. “Much better,” he murmured under his breath. Without further ado, with hands on the cheeks of her rump for support, he put his mouth to her anus, his tongue fluttering rapidly over the closed hole.
            Konan scrunched her face at the strange feeling. Aside from the mouth kissing and tonguing her asshole, she felt vulnerable, something she hadn’t experienced since childhood. But now, it gave her a sense of euphoria that made her vaginal muscles tighten.
            Before she took notice of its advance, a blunt something brushed against her cheek and nuzzled a thin substance on her skin. Her eyes turned to confirm what she suspected it was: Deidara’s cock. The compulsive sculptor had become too keen to suffer the uncomfortable strain within his pants, and the rigid member and the tightening sac below were exposed; he descended his trousers just to mid-thigh. How curious, Konan mused when she discovered that the hair at the base of his erection had been removed entirely.
            The head bumped against her closed mouth, and when she failed to oblige right away, Deidara reached down and lifted her jaw so that she could accept him into her mouth. “Don’t bite, Konan-san,” he advised her when he saw the glare of her eyes. “Or I might just burst. Hm.”
            She wasn’t planning on such an attempt, but it was something to keep in mind: Deidara held no true loyalty to Akatsuki – having been forced to join because of Itachi – and would destroy the entirety of this place with one massive detonation if he was displeased. Even now, though, even in this submissive state, she kept her resounding cool. When Deidara met her stare, he could see that she still had control, yet she willingly closed her lips around his shaft and made an effort to take more of his engorged penis into her mouth. A small vibration was emitted around his shaft, a moan that she could not suppress during Hidan’s tonguing of her asshole; he was being quite thorough, and she could not ignore the bursts of pleasurable sensations caused by it.
            It was unexpected when she felt a pair of fingers ease into her snatch, delving in completely in one smooth stroke before withdrawing. At first, she believed it to be either Hidan’s or Deidara’s fingers up until she felt the tongue caressing her clitoris with a gentleness that neither had exuberated since laying hands upon her. From her vantage point – and with Deidara’s erection obscuring her view – it was difficult for her to make out that it was the solemn Uchiha Itachi lapping delicately at her vagina, having approached using his deadly stealth. His middle and index fingers pushed smoothly in and out of her snatch. His method to pleasure and toy with her were smooth and slow, massaging the fluttering insides of her cunt and caressing the area that made the muscles of her splaying thighs tense tightly.
            “Ah~, Itachi-san, I didn’t think you’d step in so quickly,” Kisame chuckled as he prowled around Konan, watching hungrily as her mouth took Deidara’s cock in and out with hands spread out to brace against the dual assault on her nether regions. Hidan’s eyes were serenely shut, as if in meditation, as his tongue continued to slather and probe her exposed anus. Eagerness tugged at Kisame’s hands to feel Konan’s soft body, but he enjoyed the struggle with his own desires. On his back, he could feel the stirrings of another ‘part’ of him, wriggling in response to chakra heating with desire. Circle eyes glowed with anticipation. “What made you change your mind?”
            Retracting his tongue from Konan’s clit, eyes still closed, Itachi answered in a breath that tickled her blue curls, “It is an order.” For him, that was all that was needed; on Danzou’s command, he slaughtered his entire clan – save one. With that said, he commenced lapping at the swollen and sensitive nub. A bit unsatisfied with the answer, Kisame sneered and just continued to watch and let his anticipation boil.
            Swirling his tongue one last time around Konan’s asshole and giving a cheek a firm bite, Hidan brought himself up with one hand still supporting her backside. His other hand worked to open his Akatsuki robe – at least the bottom half – all the while snickering excitedly. He kept her butt spread as he fumbled one-handed with his pants. It was frustrating to get them down, and after tearing the hem a bit from angry yanks, he finally pushed his pants down just above his knees. His erection sprung out from between his cloak, throbbing and smeared with pre-cum.
            “We’ve waited long enough, eh, Konan-chan?” he jested with lust weighing down his voice. Her black thong was roughly torn off, its elastic strap snapping at the cost of his impatience. Too bad her mouth was preoccupied with Deidara’s penis, for Hidan would’ve liked to hear some snobbish remark from her lips before he fucked her ass. His erection was angled downward with his left thumb while his other digits pushed the tight hole apart to loosen it. After licking hungrily at his lips, he pressed the blunt tip against her anus. A deep grunt was given against Deidara’s prick when she felt her back entrance under pressure.
            Hidan paused for a moment, the look of anticipation and excitement gone from his face to be replaced with a scowl. “Oi, Itachi, get the fuck out of the way,” he snapped at the young man flicking his tongue skillfully against Konan’s snatch. Hidan wasn’t fond of the idea of seeing another man’s face near his dick as he fucked a woman’s ass.
            Unfazed by Hidan’s rude demand, Itachi retracted his tongue and fingers from Konan’s slightly quivering pussy. His sleek eyes thinned a little, his Sharingan glowing in the dark. Was he actually preparing to defy the psychopathic Hidan? Hidan licked his lips, for he would gladly skewer this fucker’s head with a pike and perform his Jashin ceremony while pounding Konan senseless.
            A bit disappointedly to Hidan and even Kisame and Zetsu, Itachi conceded to the junior member of Akatsuki. He was a patient man and would wait for the opportune moment to strike. After all, he was not as eager as the Jashinist and Iwa bomber. Coolly, he stood up and took a step or two back, returning to his statue-like demeanor.
            Secretly, Deidara laughed at Itachi. Not acting so cool now, huh? Hm! Of course, he didn’t hate Itachi enough to be encouraged to slander him while this blue-haired beauty nursed on his straining erection. He pushed to the back of her throat with a grunt, causing her face to crease with aversion. She audibly gagged as his cockhead teased her uvula.
            “Not that I really care, Deidara-chan,” chuckled Hidan, “but, given that this bitch has never had it up the ass before, I don’t think you’d want to be in her mouth when she…” His smirk tightened with wickedness. “…bears down.” Without waiting for Deidara to respond, he nuzzled the targeted hole with his erection and pressed down harder than before. He had prepped her with the vigorous fingering and coating saliva, but she was still unspoiled back there, and it took some effort to work his bulbous head through.
            The moment the pain took her, Deidara felt her jaw tensing and was suddenly aware of Hidan’s previous warning. He extracted himself with seconds to spare as Konan clenched her teeth together and tried to hold back an unrefined grunt. Much more than a pair of fingers, Hidan’s cock stretched her painfully as it wedged its way into her. Seeing the discomfort mirrored on her face, Hidan asked wickedly, grunting while doing so, “So… ughn, how do you like it, Konan-chan? Regretting anything yet?” He forced another inch in, much to his delight and her anxiety.
            She forced her expression to a milder look of discontent. She would not give him the satisfaction of seeing her in a vulnerable state. In a voice that was remarkably smooth, she told him, “Get the rest through.”
            Was she still acting so tough? Sadistic pleasure left Hidan momentarily. If she wanted the rest of him in, he wasn’t going to deny her a second longer. More from a need to inflict pain on her than pleasure for himself, he ruthlessly shoved himself to the hilt in her. His reward was a short, strangled groan from the pit of Konan’s throat. The tight walls around his shaft contracted and tried to force out this intrusion, but he kept himself firmly lodged behind her aching anus. Gravity was on his side, after all. He retracted two inches before sinking back in again, just to better accommodate himself within her formerly-virgin hole. “Damn, her ass is even tighter than what I thought,” he wheezed. And he was the lucky one to be the first to experience it! Lord Jashin was finally rewarding him for his faithful service.
            Konan was uncomfortable all around. Laying back on naught but her shoulders and head, having Hidan force his weight against her rear to put tension on her curled spine, her legs spreading wide in an undignified manner to leave herself exposed, and to top it all off, he was splitting her anus with six inches of hard and thick flesh; yet even now, she wouldn’t cry out. She took his painfully-slow retractions and following, powerful thrusts with little more than audible exhales through either her nostrils or mouth. Probably most irritating was the slew of egging words that left his mouth. If she could shut him up without slapping a piece of paper over his mouth and agitating him, she could probably focus on getting past the discomfort of him shoving in and out of her anal passage.
            Hidan’s purple eyes trailed all over the lovely angel, from the stretched hole he stuffed with his cock, to her blue-haired, dripping vagina, over her scrunching and toned stomach. Her breasts captivated him for the longest time as they jiggled with his forceful thrusts. Of course, with her almost doing a headstand, her bosom was almost against her tucking chin. Her eyes, more than anything, held his gaze. She was deliberately staring at him, orbs of gray filled with resentment and dominance and dignity, all masking the shameful pleasure building underneath. Hidan could see the tiny flicker of delight in her eye, hear it by the softest moans leaving with her labored breath. While she flattened one palm on the ground to help her maintain balance, she used the other hand to help spread her ass for easier penetration. “Heh, you’re starting to love this, aren’t you?” he growled out tauntingly. He took a firmer hold on her thighs and began to make his thrusts harder and faster, far too suddenly for Konan to prepare for. A lovely, womanly gasp left her widening mouth as he plunged deeper into her. The impact of his pelvis caused the taut cheeks of her ass to ripple a little. As sweat began to break out over his forehead, Hidan hissed, “You’re really just a whore, aren’t you? Pretending to be some holy angel.”
            She could give him such a paper cut right now for his obscene accusations, but Konan would allow it to slide, mostly because his absurd prattling could hardly be registered. Her eyes screwed tightly shut from his savage thrusts, her mind wandering to what was in store for her when the others – like Kisame and Kakuzu – decided to take her. Would they be just as ruthless? Her muscles contracted around him from the thought of them ravaging her.
            Hidan gave a shout that almost shook the foundations of the cavern. She had expected to feel his gooey warmth spilling inside of her rectum, but it never came. Quite the opposite, in fact, as he made a sudden withdrawal from her bowels and staggered away. “Fuck!” he shouted in frustration as he squeezed his prick. He glared angrily at Konan as she plopped down to lie fully on her back; she propped herself up on her elbows to look at him. An angry finger was pointed at her. “Like hell I’m gonna cum that friggin’ quick, you bitch!” Was he really going to blame her? At once, he marched right over to her, turned her onto her hands and knees, and made the insertion back into her abused ass.
            Konan convulsed at the feeling, but it did not hurt this time; or rather, it didn’t hurt as much as it felt good. Perhaps this position just made it easier for her to take him in. Her head bowed to aim her groans at the floor when Hidan hook a hand over her shoulder and started to thrust against her. “Un, ah… Uhn…” Against her will, her voice betrayed her calm and collected demeanor to express the feelings felt, especially when the hand at her waist swept down to toy with her vagina. At the very least, she managed to keep from beseeching him to slow down. To try to keep him from wrecking her anal passage, she reached back with a hand and set it against his stomach to try to slow down his thrusts.
            Though this position was exceptionally wonderful to have her in, especially with her hand trying desperately to fight against his savage pace, Hidan thought that maybe it was time that she be given what she asked for. The hand on her shoulder tightened and suddenly brought her up to sit on his shaft as he lied back on the floor, as stiff as he would’ve been during his ceremony after a satisfying slaughter. Sitting on his lap while impaled by his cock caused her to shift her hips to better suit him inside of her. “What are you doing?” she asked, her voice even and tempered.
            “What the hell are you doing, asking questions?” jeered Hidan. “All you need to concern yourself with…” His hands went down to spread her butt cheeks and lifted her weight slightly. “…is how hard you’re going to be fucked.” He began to lift and drop his hips, moving subtly inside of her at a controlled pace, if only for him to be able to maintain his control over his orgasm.
            “Oi, oi, you haven’t forgotten about me, have you? Hm!” Deidara had swept in rather quickly, shoving Konan’s knees apart and shuffling in; as awkward as it was to have another man’s legs in between his own, he kept contact between him and Hidan as low as possible. Konan’s dull eyes regarded him, somewhat surprised that he had elected to strip himself bare. The tumor-like lump stitched up over the left cavity of his chest was somewhat grotesque, but he was otherwise flawless in his ‘pretty boy’ way.
            Konan spread her legs a bit more for him when he nestled against her core. She winced from the continuous jabs Hidan made up into her. When a palm was set at her side to help Deidara keep balance, she felt the tickling lips peck and lick at her skin. His free hand gripped his erect cock, the writhing tongue extending to slather himself up, as if he needed it after she had been so thoroughly prepped and ready for vaginal penetration for the longest time. “Ah…” The sharp and soft sound of pleasure could not be contained to her throat when the artist pushed into her snatch, inserting himself until fully sheathed in her warmth. The membrane between her vagina and rectum was compressed between the pair of penises, which caused Hidan to grunt something out about how much tighter she had become.
            Deidara’s smirk strained a little to not appear overcome with pleasure as Konan’s walls squeezed him. “Heh, you’ll burst with orgasmic bliss, Konan-san,” he promised her with a follow-up, nasal grunt. At first, his hips moved slowly, almost mimicking the pattern of the man beneath the two of them. Then he began to pick up the pace in an obvious effort to see her breasts sway in front of him. It was too lovely of a sight to leave untouched; his mouth was on her left nipple in a trice, sucking the brown nub into his mouth and nursing on it like a starving infant. His tongue tickled the tip or circled the areola, all the while leering up at the beauty gazing down at him. Slowly but surely, she was losing the battle to control her voice and body language. Inside of her, both Hidan and Deidara could feel her need for them to continue; her tight body held onto them desperately, even as they withdrew to pump back into her. There was no rhythm in their thrusts, no cooperation; the randomness left her vulnerable to the alternating paces.
            Konan’s teeth pinched the side of her bottom lip. More and more, her throat rasped with louder groans. One hand went behind her to brace on Hidan’s chest so that the other could hook around Deidara’s neck. The two men had doubled their efforts to make her more vocal. Beneath her, Hidan jested, “You should let your voice out more, Konan-chan. It’s beautiful.”
            “Hidan is right for once,” Deidara agreed, barely taking his lips a full centimeter from the tasty mound of jiggling flesh. “Your moans are like poetry. Hm.” His mouth once again capped her breast.
            Compliments from the mindless rabble, Konan thought, but they did their part. It wasn’t like they would break her and make her scream for them. She was content to have these two finish up inside of her and be that much closer to being done with this whole mess. Of course, things would not go as she planned when she felt a hand slip to the back of her head. Just what was…? She was turned to the left and came face to face with a white, gnarled phallus that beaded a clear, sweet-smelling – almost flowery – substance from the tip. Zetsu, it seemed, had grown fed up with waiting and used his odd body chemistry to forge a version of his very own erection. Luckily, he did not choose to be proud and make the object obscenely large; it was simply average at five inches. Beneath the shaft, however, there was no trace of testicles or even a scrotum, which must’ve been another curious feature of his.
            The grotesque protrusion was a bit off center, jutting more from White Zetsu’s left thigh than splitting with his black half. “Konan-san, if you please…” He was not pompous enough to force himself on her as his counterpart probably would have, but he was just as eager; Black Zetsu kept his hand tangled in her hair. “Don’t take too long,” he growled, though it was difficult for Konan to discern if it was her or White Zetsu he was talking to. Whatever the case, having her arousal so escalated and her resolve steeling her, she brought the hand up from Deidara’s neck to clasp around the strange shaft. It was spongier than a normal cock, but that was to be expected with the bizarre anatomy of Zetsu. “Put it in your mouth,” Black Zetsu hissed eagerly. Did that mean that he shared the sensations of White Zetsu’s prick?
            “Do not order me,” she warned in her even tone. Nonetheless, however, she angled the tip with her mouth and swirled her tongue over it to slicken it. The dab of pre-cum oozed over her taste buds; it was even sweeter than it smelled. When she sunk him into her mouth, she found the skin to be oddly dry and stretchy. It almost felt like sucking on a rod of rubber foam. Not that it would deter her; she just found it peculiar. His cock was free of the spikes sticking out from the sides of his waist, so she was not in peril of having her orifice sliced up and stabbed.
            What Konan did and put into her mouth did not matter to Hidan; he was merely disturbed by the form of Zetsu’s dick. “Oi, Zetsu,” he growled. “You’d better make sure that none of that gets anywhere but on her!” He’d go on a rampage if he was doused with anyone’s seed. Black Zetsu merely scoffed at him and concentrated on the woman bobbing her mouth on the white shaft.
            Zetsu had sex before, but that did not mean it was willing on the women’s part. Receiving oral was actually a new experience, as his victims were either bound and gagged, asleep, or dead. Clone or not, he still lusted after the pleasures of the body. And an angel like Konan offering herself? How was he to be expected to let the opportunity pass him by? A reverberating hiss left his throat when he slowly slipped to the back of her mouth.
            Konan kept her eyes shut as she slowly moved her head back and forth on Zetsu’s twisted phallus, her tongue gently caressing its swollen underside. All the while, she swallowed her moans with Deidara rapidly increasing the pace of his thrusting and Hidan stabbing her more ruthlessly from behind. With Deidara grinding against her pelvis during his haphazard thrusts, her muscles were starting to seize up, her excitement slowly dominating her control. The walls clutching at the erection thrusting against her cervix constricted, significantly narrowing the passage. She was not at her climax yet – for she still had some pride to exhaust before being lost in that sea of pleasure – but this was the proof that she was delighting in the sensations of being fucked.
            Before she realized it, she was suddenly surrounded on all sides with Itachi at her right and Kisame towering behind her; the former had stripped himself of his robes and pants, electing only to wear his v-neck shirt and mesh undershirt, his five-and-a-half inch erection sprouting from his dark, trimmed pubic hair. Kisame chose to leave his clothes on and bring his cock out through his Akatsuki cloak; no surprise that he possess the largest cock, almost reaching up to eight inches of pale-blue flesh.
            “You have two hands, Konan-san,” snickered the shark-man. “How about you put them to as much work as your mouth?” His mighty hands came to hold onto Konan’s head, prying her mouth from Zetsu’s forged cock – much to the freak’s displeasure – and tilting it backward to expose her mouth to his own dick. Her neck and spine were both arched to almost-uncomfortable angles; the flexibility from being made up of paper made it a bit more tolerable to bend backward to size Kisame up. Needless to say, she was rather impressed by him, though Kisame was a giant in stature already and it should have been expected. Her silent astonishment pleased him, but he would not allow that to stop her from giving him what he wanted. “Don’t worry, Konan-san. It won’t bite like I would.”
            Konan did not immediately open her mouth for him until his thumb pressed against her chin, nudging her jaw up. Access allowed, Kisame aimed his large penis and glided himself into her orifice. Right off the bat, she gagged from his size, but ultimately suppressed the reflex even when he threatened to invade her esophagus. She took a deep breath through her nose before her windpipe was effectively clogged by his staff. With her head hanging back, it was a straight path into her throat, but he was too bulky to take in easily. She winced as he forced a seventh inch in before her neck muscles contracted in an effort remove him.
            Chuckling, the swordsman obliged and withdrew. The moment her mouth was cleared, she coughed and tried to regain her breath before being forced to try again. “I’ll go slower,” Kisame assured her with great humor in his tone. He kept to his word, but it was still a chore for Konan’s mouth and throat.
            As she was stifled with Kisame’s giant prick, her hands encircled Zetsu’s penis, as well as Itachi’s, pumping them as best as she could while Deidara and Hidan still struggled against one another to set the pace of her thrusts. Both were nearing there completion, but stubbornly refused their final pleasure. The entire time, Hidan’s breath was riddled with curse words and praises to Jashin for this wonderful gift bestowed upon him; he promised his lord a bountiful harvest as soon as possible. Deidara – though normally so chatty – kept his mouth preoccupied with the floundering tits, speaking only of her exquisiteness when he passed between her breasts to switch nipples.
            “How thoughtful of you to bring us together, Konan-san,” Kisame teased the woman whose lips were fasted around his thick erection. In an act of mercy – as she already had so much shoved in her – he did not attempt to shove any more than six inches through her mouth and throat. “You truly are the most dedicated member, a true shinobi.”
            His dry humor was a bit agitating, but it didn’t take away from her arousal. Konan groaned, her voice vibrating around his penis. The complete assault on all of her senses was far too much, even for an angel of God. Her body began to wrack violently, muscle groups giving violent spasms. Even Kisame felt the clutch as her throat shuddered with a repressed cry of pleasure. The hands wrapped around Itachi and Zetsu squeezed with a grip that was surprisingly strong for her lithe frame.
            More than anyone else, Deidara knew of her impeding orgasm. He seethed as her pussy milked his pulsating shaft, coaxing him to join her in blissful release. He had other plans, however, if he could not hold back any longer. “An explosion like this,” he panted as he withdrew his cock from her. On trembling legs, he stood up and surged his gooey shaft in between her soft tits. “It can only be appreciated as art…” He grunted when he pushed her breasts around his member and thrust against her chest. “…if it can be seen. Hm.” The juices surrounding the penis made its passage slippery and noisy with wet, sloppy slaps. He stroked and rotated the brown tips of her bust with his thumbs as he made his haphazard thrusts. His testes rose in his contracting sac during those final bucks. With a guttural exhale, he was the first of the group to cum. A long stream stretched up to the bottom of her jaw, decorating her throat – which was still slightly expanded from Kisame’s cock pushing into it. Teeth clenching and unclenching, Deidara announced each discharge with a harsh breath as he stained Konan’s chest with his ejaculate. It had been so long since he was pleasured in any form other than admiring ‘true art’, so his swollen balls had much to relieve themselves of.
            Konan’s closed eyes trembled as she felt a warm, viscous substance spilling across her bosom. The act of him employing her generous chest for release was oddly arousing, but it did nothing but heighten the ache of her own, prolonged lingering at the edge of her completion. A hand at her pussy would do, just something to stimulate her enough to bring pleasure crashing down on her assaulted senses. It felt like a cruel strain in the very pit of her stomach, trying to surge forth without the means of propulsion. It was delightfully excruciating. Of course, Hidan constantly thrusting up into her asshole kept the sensation from dying down, but it was unable to stimulate her in the right area to make her cum.
            A sigh was given before she felt the withheld weight of Deidara pick up off of her chest. The nude art-fanatic carefully eased away from the jumble of his peers before trying to saunter over to collect his clothes; he didn’t make it far before dropping down to one knee to try and collect his bearings after such an ejaculation. While gasping, he could hardly make a witty comment.
            He was not given much thought after departing, making it abundantly clear he hadn’t the strength to return for a second go. For Konan – or rather, her sexually-frustrated body – it was something of a disappointment, as the men only sought their own release and did not consider her fulfillment. That was until her right hand suddenly became vacant. Before Zetsu or Kisame had considered the fact that a more pleasing hole had become available, Itachi moved in to fill the position that Deidara had left betwixt her thighs. Of course, Kisame was completely satisfied with where he was now, pumping into Konan’s accommodating throat, trying to make his swinging sac bump against her nose as much as possible. Of course, he removed himself completely to allow her to catch her breath before diving right back in.
            Itachi, for all of his haste to get to her trembling quim, kept his placid façade, showing not a hint of eagerness or desire. Whatever was going on within his complicated mind was left a mystery, though he hardly attempted to keep the sigh from leaving his lips when his cock moved into the paper woman’s grateful snatch. At once, the muscles seized him, unwilling to let him desert the needy passage as easily as Deidara had.
            Deidara had filled her out a bit more than the Uchiha had, but there wasn’t any discernible difference between them after he slid inside of her embracing canal. The wet muscles rippled around him, helping him wedge entirely inside of her. With their pelvises flush together, his shortened pubic hair rubbed against her clit, which provided the stimulus she craved. She vocalized her pleasure, which Kisame greatly enjoyed as the deep rumblings surrounded his cock.
            Itachi’s hips gyrated at a controlled tempo, the opposite of Hidan’s slapdash movements beneath her. The Jashinist pounded up as hard as he possibly could with his waning strength, but his imminent conclusion was apparent. Droplets of sweat rolled down the sides of his straining face. “Dammit, I can’t…! Rah!” He pushed up just as the first wad sprung from his engorged tip.
            Hot jets began to gush into her rectum. Konan tensed with a muffled whimper as Hidan flooded her bowels with his seed. As if in an act of mercy for her lungs, Kisame stepped back, his length extracting from her gullet. “You look like you could use a breather, Konan-san,” he observed, a deep chuckle echoing behind his sharp teeth. “Take the opportunity while you can.”
            Konan honestly appreciated the liberation for her mouth, for now she could breathe heavily as Hidan spent his load inside of her, the shaft swelling with each discharge. The motion of her hand had ceased on Zetsu while the rest of her stilled with paramount tension. With her control practically pulverized by the unrelenting assault of pleasure and male-dominance, she lost her handle on her movements.
            “Ah~, fuck,” Hidan exhaled after struggling to swallow. His balls had emptied themselves inside of Konan, the gooey contents sloshing around his shrinking member that he’d yet to retract from her. It did not seem like he would even go through the effort of vacating her until she was done with by everyone; he could handle the feeling of her body slowly closing up around his wilted length while his jizz seeped around it. “Now that was a nice lay.” Pompously, he slapped her ass cheek and told her that it was a job well done. “And if you don’t mind,” he snickered, “I think I’ll stay around a while longer, see if you can coax another round from me.” Unlikely, for even if he was pretty much immortal, that did not mean his stamina was unlimited.
            Konan ignored him. If he wanted to remain beneath her, let him; he could act as a pillow from the uncomfortably hard dirt. She glanced down the valley of her wobbling tits where the stream of Deidara’s deposited semen began to ooze towards her pierced navel, below which Itachi pounded into her with perfectly timed and powerful thrusts; as expected of a genius Uchiha, his technique of altering the angle and speed of his jabs left her breath hitching. His eyes, so focused, were on hers, eyes as crimson as blood with black teardrops surrounding the pupils. Yet, not even for an instant did he allow her to believe that he was not able to keep his emotions in check. That was a trait Konan found most admirable of the Uchiha addition of Akatsuki.
            The hand that was previously entertaining his cock came up to toil in his ponytail; his hair was as smooth and soft as it looked, almost like silk. Yes… if she had to think like it and pick one that was most handsome of Akatsuki, it would be this woeful soul meeting her hips with skillful thrusts. She probably would’ve been kissed by him had Zetsu not grown impatient and stabbed her mouth with his orifice. After taking in Kisame’s penis for a prolonged period, the humanoid plant’s smaller penis was rather easy to accommodate.
            “Almost finished,” White Zetsu assured her with his creepy smile. His hips moved at a slow, wickedly-gentle pace, rarely making it as deep as her tonsils. All the while, Konan kept her cold eyes on him, almost glaring at his audacity. Something about the defiance in her stare excited Zetsu all the more, and soon, poor Konan was sputtering as the blunt and springy head began to assault the back of her throat when his bucking hips increased in rhythm.
            Though her mouth was being abused by the unsightly wretch, the rest of Konan was finally crossing that brink. With Hidan’s greatly-diminished penis limply rubbing against the sensitive walls of her semen-soaked rectum, and Itachi’s ever-changing thrusts against her vagina in an effort to bring them both to satisfaction, the release finally happened. Zetsu didn’t allow her to pull her head away, so she was forced to moan around his cock during her triumphant orgasm. Against Itachi’s hips, her own curled and bucked violently. He could feel her clench around him; it was the first time he lost his composure, his lips curling away from his teeth in a strained expression. He barely got out her name before pushing himself tightly against her, his cock giving strong spasms within her contracting depths. To aid in her climax, his right hand quickly moved over the patch of blue hair so that his thumb could rub against the nub underneath, circling and pinching it to send volts of pleasure to heighten the experience.
            It worked, but the feeling of his hot seed shooting through her cervix and seeping into her womb offered a greater sensation. He may have hidden it well, but Itachi had been knocking on the doors of an orgasm, and it just took Konan’s to reveal it. Like Deidara, he rarely sought time to satisfy himself, so his spunk was abundant and filled her uterus.
            “Damn, she can still get tighter?!” Hidan blurted out, hissing in pleasure and prying Konan’s buttocks apart. He could swear that she was trying to dismember his semi-hard cock inside of her. Of course, he wasn’t too much worried about that, for Kakuzu was surely sew it back on if Konan did decide to be such a bitch… right? He considered not taking that chance, but the pressure! Argh! It was getting him hard again! He couldn’t just pass it up! Like a gluttonous brat, he began to work his hips against Konan again in an effort to bring himself up to full mast and show these pansies how to really pleasure a woman.
            His endeavors did help to keep the spark alive in Konan a while longer, but she eventually gave out. Muscles useless, she fell back on Hidan; he served his purpose as a cushion, even if he griped about her weight and ceased his renewed assault on her colon. Itachi hovered over her a moment longer before slipping from her, respectfully bowing his head, and standing up, his lust sated by her efforts. With the Uchiha departing, Hidan cackled and wrapped an arm around her midsection, hoisting her bottom up on his raised thighs and pumping his shaft through her butt cheeks. All the while, he declared that he was the only one with enough balls to keep going. As he thrust, he managed to get a few groans out of her hoarse throat.
            Zetsu scowled at Konan’s panting form as she rocked almost lifelessly on Hidan’s body. Did she think that she could just be done with him? “Konan, get back up,” Black Zetsu demanded. His voice rang with annoyance. He reached for a fistful of her hair to bring her back up to pleasure him. “We’re not…” At once, the wicked man was thrust out of the way by a sweep of gleaming metal. The action was too quick for most of the sex-focused members to register, though Itachi’s Sharingan easily followed the movement. In a flash, Hidan’s prize was caught by her midsection as the jointed blades coiled around her like a snake.
            “What the fuck?!” Hidan lost Konan an instant before his exclamation could finish leaving his lips. Regrettably, she was plucked off of his erection to travel through the air, the capturing tail retracting to its owner.
            “Akahigi: Tessha no Keimusho.”
            Konan was deposited rather roughly on the ground, though she did not take real concern to it. What was curious, however, was the growing dome of iron bits encasing her in darkness. It was spacious, but not enough for someone to be comfortable with; it was just as the name of the technique implied: a prison. It closed up high above her head, but she did not despair, for if she wished it, she could demolish this cage and the one bold enough to try to keep her within. Two sparks went off, and two blazing fires appeared overhead, lighting the dome with an ominous, purple glow. Her eyes fixed on the one who invited her to his prison. She may have been dripping cum and just recently had an orgasm that she’d never forget, but she hadn’t lost an ounce of her luster as she made to stand against the hunched form of Sasori.
            The puppeteer glared at her from above the bandana crossed over his mouth. “I wanted them to be done,” his voice rumbled in the close darkness, “but I’ve waited long enough. Konan, for now, you are mine alone.”
            Konan said nothing, her eyes simply narrowing on him. Of all members of Akatsuki, he preferred his solitude more than anyone, so it made sense that he would wish privacy while ravishing her.
            The distorted body buckled before the back suddenly flipped open, tearing his Akatsuki robes off to slide to the floor and reveal the red mask covering the backside of the human-puppet Hiruko. The puppet shuddered for a moment before falling limp as the dark figure of the master picked himself up, his favorite dummy clinging tightly to him; the Third Kazekage had to be used for the ‘Iron Sand’ technique to even work. Still, even that fell when Sasori revealed himself to Konan.
            “I don’t want to make a spectacle of myself, stepping out of Hiruko just to toy with some woman,” he told Konan in his true voice, smooth as blood seeping into sand. His red hair was pushed back from his brown eyes, but fell right back into place. “Konan, I trust you understand the consequences of the deal you’ve made with me and our peers.” Slowly, he began to unbutton his robes, his lithe body exposing itself to the torchlight. “I will make your orgasm an art. Deidara believes that a grand explosion will do. I will make you writhe and prolong the feeling so that you will never forget.”
            An intriguing promise, but Konan was hardly intimidated or excited. “I do this for Pain and Akatsuki,” she reminded the puppet master. She stood before him with great poise, ready to accept any treatment he could possibly dish out. “As I’ve proposed, I will unite Akatsuki for him at the cost of my body.”
            Sasori’s chuckle was eerily soft. The dark cloak was discarded behind him, revealing his bizarre body to her: a cylinder embedded in his left chest cavity, his stomach hollowed-out for retractable stinger and cable, large blades sprouting from either shoulder, or puppet modifications for his joints. On his back was a set of scrolls, and he reached for the bottom one, lazily extracting it from its holster. “I will not turn you into a human puppet, Konan,” he promised her. The scroll was suddenly thrown out, and its contents were immediately summoned. Much to her shock, Konan found herself staring down a wide variety of sex novelties that hovered by chakra strings attached to Sasori’s fingertips. His eerie smile widened a little. “But I’ll still have you dangling at the end of my string…”
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