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Silver Cherry Blossoms	By : FieldDranzer Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female > Kakashi/Sakura Views: 5345 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, nor do I make any money from writing this. I wrote this story for my own enjoyment.

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A/N: Now then, this story was originally written as a trade with someone else, though despite that, I decided to add in a little spice of my own preference. The "Futanari" tag has been added, though be at ease, if this is not your thing, then I'll be happy to inform you that it is concentrated in one segment and nowhere else.
Without further ado, let's get the adventure started, shall we?
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Silver Cherry Blossoms

The bright light of the sun shone down upon the village hidden in the Leaves, yet another day slowly grinding by for the populace of the Elemental Nations. Years had passed since the atrocities of the Fourth Great Ninja War, and as time moved on, a lasting peace had engulfed the world, and with it, a new generation of Shinobi had come to be.

Locked away from prying eyes, within one of the few buildings that had withstood the test of time, a low tapping sound emanated from a long winding hallway. The Hokage Tower had remained the same through the end of an era, as well as the beginning of a new one, and within its halls, Shinobi of various ranks were meandering about, some on their way out, whilst others were making their way in towards the main offices. Among those walking in, a bob of bright pink hair came to a halt before the doorway to the Hokage’s office, a faint smile adorning the lips of an otherwise flustered Sakura Haruno.

The monthly report from the hospital to the Hokage was oftentimes left in the capable hands of Sakura herself, much to the pink haired Kunoichi’s confusion. Shizune was, by far, more experienced than her when it came to handling the Hokage, having dealt with Tsunade for many years at a time.

Steeling her nerves for the briefest moment, Sakura reached a hand up, rasping her knuckles against the heavy oak doorway that blocked her off from the Hokage’s office. Even before her fist had managed to reach the door however, it was pulled to the side, a rather irate looking Shikamaru halting upon seeing the green eyed Kunoichi.

“Sakura,” Shikamaru spoke up, a nod of acknowledgement being the only other motion passing between the two. “Due to an increase in workload, Naruto stepped in to assist the Sixth with his duties. Your report will, by extension, have to be reported to the both of them.”

Giving her shoulder a gentle pat, Shikamaru Nara excused himself, walking off down one of the circular corridors whilst scratching the back of his neck. Just before the dark haired man disappeared from sight, Sakura could just make out the sound of a troublesome, before even that was blocked off.

Returning her gaze to the sight before her however, a gentle smile crept across her lips, the sight of Kakashi Hatake’s deep black eyes with a dark outline underneath them, as well as three Naruto Uzumaki clones milling about, would always brighten her day…

That gentle smile remained on her lips for only a few more minutes, before the number one knucklehead of the village turned his attention towards her. Four sets of deep blue eyes locking onto her body in a way she had not felt in years...

Following standard procedure, despite the predatory feeling that danced across her skin from having her blonde friend’s eyes locked onto her, Sakura stepped up into the center of the room, glancing off to the side where two of the Naruto clones had started talking to one another; a strange enough sight, all things considered.

“You mentioned a rather unusual occurrence recently, with a patient that sought you out late at night for some medical attention.” Kakashi began, his voice bolstering the pink haired woman’s morale even without intending to do so. “The details are, of course, confidential, but what was the condition that required you to take a break from your ordinary duties?”

Tilting her head to the side, Sakura gently bit her bottom lip, a faint flush adorning her cheeks at the mere thought. Three days prior, an… acquaintance of hers had all but pleaded for the medic to give them a physical exam, the backlash of a clan jutsu leaving them in a near permanently flustered and heated state of mind. Images of the two of them, locked away within her office late at night, one being naked, the other being, well, clothed, as was professionally fitting. The mere image was enough to set her cheeks ablaze, let alone the knowledge that such a thing was caused by a jutsu from the olden days.

The answer she gave, however, was vague, yet somehow still truthful. Despite spending a great amount of time away from home, tending to this sick patient of hers, no true solution had been reached.

“I-I don’t know, truth be told. It has taken me a long time, figuring out how to best counter this condition. Based off of previous sightings of similar cases, I believe it to be a virus, or perhaps a strange development of exhausting one’s chakra network. For now, I am awaiting a sample from the patient; s-something to study properly in order to reach a decisive conclusion.”

Biting the insides of her cheeks, Sakura wanted to cry, the mere thought of her patient, chained to their bed for hours on end in order to avoid the situation worsening, rendered her hard earned professionalism useless. This was, of course, quite a sensitive matter. The backlash of an ancient jutsu was quite powerful, so much so that she herself had no clue as to how one could fix it. If such a thing was possible.

Briefly, under the inquisitive gaze of Naruto Uzumaki and his three clones, Sakura stood her ground, fully aware that her stuttering voice and the faint blush across her cheeks could give her away to two of the most competent Shinobi she knew. But alas, despite her great worries, neither one decided to call her out for it.

“Very well,” Kakashi spoke up, a small eternity of pondering passing between the two, or six depending on whether or not she counted Naruto, of them. “Have there been any additional abnormalities for the past month?”

And so, under the cover of her Hokage, Sakura’s little lie went unnoticed, her blush slowly fading away as she went on about the various reports she had received from the other nurses and doctors at the hospital. It wasn’t until a good thirty minutes had passed that her report was concluded.

Heaving out a sigh of relief as her speech ended, Sakura’s deep green eyes stared out across the village beyond the Hokage’s office, taking in the view that was their home. Giving her Hokage, and her former teammate, a bow, Sakura slowly turned around on her heels, her dark grey boots clicking gently against the floor before a strong hand clapped down on top of her right shoulder, the ever cheerful grin of Naruto Uzumaki greeting her eyes as she turned around once more.

“Sakura-chan, there’s this thing we’ve been talking about. Why don’t we have a night just for us? Hinata has been begging me to take her out to a sushi place by the lake, so maybe you’d like to come too?” From the moment he finished speaking to the moment she could even think to reply, his deep blue eyes practically begged for her to say yes. Naruto’s Puppy dog eyes jutsu was among the strongest in the village; extremely effective against the female population, even after being married to the Hyuga heiress for years.

Opening her mouth for a moment, the pink haired Kunoichi snapped it shut immediately, unable to even think about saying no. What could she even tell the man? No, sorry, I’m too lonely?

The answer came her way whether she wanted it to or not…

Akabane was a rather high-end sushi establishment, built up after the original destruction of the Leaf at the hands of the Akatsuki, which had quickly turned it into one of the few restaurants capable of serving gourmet food at a price that most people could afford. Over time, as the village had evolved and expanded, the restaurant had gained a greater patronage, earning it the nickname of the Seafood Star within the entire Land of Fire.

Tonight, however, the restaurant had been reserved for a group of four. Two of which could be considered VIPs; the current Hokage as well as the current heiress of the Hyuga Clan, one of the few great clans that remained within the Shinobi world. Alongside two such VIPs, there was the strongest contender for the title of Seventh Hokage, as well as the woman whose position as the second-generation Sannin brought her a steadfast position within the world of medical ninja.

However, as Sakura stood outside the double doors of Akabane, hands clenched tightly together in front of her stomach, her title of honor was far outweighed by those of her companions for the evening.

Naruto could only be called downright dashing as her made his way through the opened doorway of Akabane, one arm interlinked with Hinata’s as the couple made their way inside. Naruto had chosen to wear a black jacket with orange stripes along the armlets, the more serious style of clothing was brought back down to earth by the orange pants he still wore, the blonde Shinobi refusing to let go of his favorite color even for a date.

Beside him however, Hinata had, either willingly or involuntarily, donned a lavender yukata that did nothing to hide the swell of her breasts, nor did it even attempt to de-emphasize the rest of her curvaceous body. From the way her long dark blue hair cascaded down her back freely, to the gentle rise and fall of her bosom, down to the faintest scent of lilac and gooseberries, made Sakura’s eyes glow green with envy, a most unfortunate match for her already green eyes.

The faint click of her geta shoes against the wooden floorboards inside of Akabane brought Sakura’s senses back to reality, just in time to catch a teasing glimpse of Hinata’s rump, framed perfectly by the soft material of her yukata.

Turning her gaze down upon her own attire, the two women of the group couldn’t be more different, both in shape and attire. Whereas Hinata was the embodiment of a goddess of fertility, Sakura herself was the generalized impression of a female ninja. Lithe, athletic and deceptively strong. Her breasts were of a more modest size, large enough to fill her husband’s hands, though not nearly big enough to rival her female classmates of old, nor a handful of the young Kunoichi she would see on a daily basis. Although, as Naruto lead Hinata inside, a triumphant smirk adorned the pink lips of Sakura Haruno. At the very least, her husband, one of the strongest men alive, would practically beg for a chance to enter her ass.

A gentle nudge against the small of her back once more brought the medical ninja out of her stupor, her green eyes swiveling up to stare into the big black orbs of her former sensei. From the moment their eyes met, the couple walking in front disappeared; all that remained were his eyes. Deep, dark orbs. Eyes that had seen it all. Love, sorrow, hatred, joy, passion, lust… the range of emotions went on, yet, as Sakura’s deep green eyes looked into his, the world lost all of its meaning.

Her sensei was, and always would be, a very special man. Both for her, for Naruto, and for Sasuke as well. He was the one that brought the three of them together, the one to guide them in the beginning, and the one to stay by their side no matter what they did. Even now, years after their first meeting, Kakashi Hatake had remained, as a friend, a wingman, a stepping stone and as an irreplaceable rock of support.

Beneath the mask he always wore, Sakura could barely make out the briefest hint of his lips, the cloth piece serving only to heighten the mystery surrounding this man. Feeling a furrow forming in her eyebrows, the hand resting against the small of her back traveled further, gentle, attentive fingers leaving a scorching trail along the exposed part of her back, before finally, the palm of his hand caressed the top of her left shoulder.

With a firm squeeze, the Sixth Hokage ushered his date inside, walking past the butler in attendance with an air of confidence that could only be found within a Shinobi of utmost competence.

As the two of them walked past a wall sized mirror near the entrance of the establishment, the eyes that had previously gleamed with envy inspected the body put on display before it. An athletic build, legs with a deceptive strength hidden beneath smooth, spotless skin. Arms leading down into fists so strong that many of the craters within the training fields were created by her alone. A modest swell to her breasts, a large enough handful to satiate any man, a taut stomach leading down to wide hips and thick, soft thighs. And, as Sakura took in the sight of her low-cut cocktail dress, leaving almost all of her thighs on full display, a satisfied smile adorned her lips; a smile of satisfaction, knowing full well that this was her body.

Standing by his side was far simpler than moving on her own. Briefly, as the sound of her heels clicking against the wooden floorboards of Akabane reverberated through the area, Sakura’s legs moved on their own, following along with Kakashi’s gentle pace.

The interior was far simpler than she had imagined, yet somehow, it still screamed elegance. Barring the fact that the restaurant was placed against the lake nearest Konoha, a place that had once been quite far away, the restaurant itself had several booths running down the right side, large windows granting those inside a clear overview of the lake itself, whilst a wooden patio ran along the outside. Even as her heels clicked against the floor, the knowledge that half of the restaurant was built on stilts raised from the water was somehow soothing.

Raising her gaze from where it had instinctively fallen, Sakura’s deep green eyes flickered, long eyelashes fluttering briefly as the sight of both Naruto and Kakashi met her eyes. Their booth had been reserved well in advance, though be it as a show of courtesy or respect, the establishment had been reserved altogether. Seated at the innermost spot, Hinata Hyuga’s pale eyes gazed out across the lakefront, the gleaming white moonlight radiating off of the water, only to light up the woman’s features.

As her feet shuffled forward, and her heels clicked against the wooden floorboards, Sakura gave her blonde friend a smile, a small, gentle smile that she herself hoped would get through.

The time she had spent alone, the many months alone in her and Sasuke’s house, the year of solitary confinement away from her husband, only to sit inside, patiently awaiting something, anything to tell her when he would return home. Every single hour she had spent alone all but vanished when he was there. The time alone, the hours of watching her friends fall in love, were reduced to nothing more than a faint dream.

Sliding into the end of the booth, with Hinata on the other end of the table, Sakura felt her lips curl upward for what had to be the first time in many, many months. Her friends were still there, the bright sun that was her teammate, and the steady log that was her sensei.

The moment her rump settled down atop the large leather couches that made up the VIP booths of Akabane, Sakura’s deep green eyes rolled around, gazing into the pale lavender orbs of Hinata, before taking in the welcome sight of her friend and sensei, the former chuckling lowly to himself, whilst the latter merely rolled his eyes.

No more than a few minutes after the fact, a waitress had walked over, a small clipboard in hand and a frilly black skirt swaying back and forth, revealing almost as much skin as Sakura herself were. Two special courses were ordered… but whatever that entailed, Sakura did not know.

However, as her eyes grew accustomed to the dim lighting and the bright luminescent radiance that shone from the moon above, the answer to her question came in the form of the very same waitress that had taken their order. A young lady whose chestnut colored eyes sparkled in the atmospheric lighting.

“Two special courses, along with four bottles of Sake,” she began, a light voice washing over the party of four, all eyes being on her as two plates were put down at the end of the table. “The first course consists of Ikura Gunkan followed up by a varied platter consisting of Sake Nigiri, Kappa Maki, Toro and Hamachi.” Placing down the respective plates of sushi, the waitress gave a deep bow of her head before scurrying off; undoubtedly to gather the second course of sushi from within the kitchen.

Glancing out across the plates occupying the table’s edge, Sakura’s eyes lit up, a wide grin spread across her lips at the sight that was laid out before her. The Ikura Gunkan was, without a doubt, salmon roe wrapped in what looked to be a thin slice of Nori. Both the Sake Nigiri and the Kappa Maki were filled with rice, though wherein the former had a thin slice of salmon on top, the latter was once more wrapped together by a slice of Nori, with a light green cork of sorts in the middle. Briefly, the pinkette placed her index finger against her bottom lip, pondering whether or not the green cork would be celery or cucumbers. Following that, both the Toro and Hamachi were placed sideways, forming the innermost layer of a circular pattern; what the two were made of, she did not know.

Gazing over the assortment of food placed before them, Sakura’s glanced over to her other companions, taking in the refined, yet humored pale eyes of the Hyuga heiress, as well as the wide grin she received from her blonde friend. Swiping her green eyes over to her left however, Sakura took in the majestic, albeit odd, sight of her silver haired sensei.

Kakashi was, by all means, dressed for the occasion. A black tuxedo that fit his body near perfectly, outlining his lean, yet muscled frame in a manner that left Sakura’s pink lips dry. Although, as her gaze flickered up to take in her sensei’s face, the dark blue mask he had worn for who knew how many years only made her lips quirk into a small smile. Truly, how was he supposed to eat with that mask on?

“Hey, sensei, how will you eat without taking down your mask? We’ve seen your face by now, ‘attebayo.” Naruto murmured out from his place across the table, a cheeky grin adorning his features.

Before her eyes managed to return to her sensei’s face, a pair of heavy dark oak chopsticks were placed down onto the small platter set before him, his left index finger and thumb gently returning his dark blue mask to its rightful place atop his nose.

With the most Kakashi-like motion he could manage, the silver haired Hokage closed his eyes and raised a thumb, giving his three companions a close-eyed smile along with his seal of approval. Off to the side however, Sakura’s pink eyebrow merely twitched. ‘I didn’t even see what he ate….’

No more than a few minutes later had the table in a round of mirthful chuckling, the first course of their meal slowly disappeared bit by bit as the four dug in. Stories from work and small tidbits from their day to day lives were passed back and forth, conversations one could expect to hear at a home for retired men and women; not from four highly distinguished shinobi of the Leaf.

Reclining back in her seat as Naruto rambled on about the various duties he had been given under Kakashi’s tutelage, Sakura brought a small porcelain cup up to her lips, gently sipping the Sake that had come along with their meal. Somewhere in the back of her head, a mane of long, platinum blonde hair whipped about, though before she herself was granted the chance to acknowledge it, her green eyes flickered away from Naruto’s bright blue eyes, to the pale ones belonging to Hinata herself.

Hinata was, without a doubt, the most refined amongst their original generation. The Leaf Twelve would forever be special, both due to the clan heirs, as well as the blondes that had left their mark on the village. One through his heroic deeds during the war, whilst the other had left a more… satisfying mark in her wake. Then there was Hinata, the shy girl that had grown up adoring Naruto, yet now, as the years had come and gone, she had grown so very much.

Looking on with what could only be a reminiscent smile, Sakura’s thoughts were abruptly disturbed by the faint clicking of a woman’s shoes against a wooden floor. Shaking her head for a moment, the pinkette glanced down upon the silver platters where their food had once been, only to groan lowly at the sight that met her eyes. They had devoured it all, every single bite of Sushi had been consumed, leaving nothing in its wake, save for a few porcelain bowls of Wasabi and Soy sauce.

Stepping up beside their table, the brown haired waitress from before appeared, another large silver platter in her hand; one she graciously set down atop the first one, the two practically melding together.

Almost as soon as Sakura’s eyes landed upon the second platter, her mouth grew wet. A small circle was formed on top of the plate, consisting entirely of four bowls, a square container and a tall pitcher of something. Four bowls of rice were placed atop the plate, yet, as Sakura’s eyes devoured the rice, small black beads were revealed, and, before their eyes, the waitress gently turned a square box on its head, thinly sliced golden cubes of what could only be gelatin raining down upon the rice, bouncing back and forth before squishing down atop the rice and beads.

“This is an Akabane special, created solely to serve as a finisher. The rice, as I’m sure you’ve noticed, has been adorned by small black orbs.” The nervousness that could be seen from anyone serving the current Hokage had all but vanished, a content smile adorning the woman’s lips as she accurately described what she knew about their food. “Raining down atop the rice and orbs, we have gelatin cubes created from chicken broth, meant to heighten the flavor. Yet, the true finisher is here--”

Lifting up the porcelain pitcher from before, Sakura’s eyes were mesmerized as, before their very eyes, the pitcher was tilted forward, a clear white, somehow creamy, liquid was poured around the rice in the bowls, the scent near instantly wafting out across the booth. Finishing off one of the bowls, the waitress quickly moved to another, then a third, before finishing off with the fourth and final bowl. The moment her preparations were complete, the young woman passed out the four bowls, placing one before each and every one of her guests, whilst a devious smile adorned her lips.

“Enjoy,” was all she said, before picking up her trays, sauntering down the hall back towards the front of the building, leaving four bowls of what could only be called liquid gold, swimming in a pool of creamy whiteness.

Even as the sound of the waitress’ heels clicking against the floor disappeared, the four bowls placed before them remained, a gentle stream of steam rising up from the bowl. With her eyes locked in place, mesmerized by the golden cubes that had been drizzled over freshly boiled rice, Sakura could gulp heavily. Almost drowning in the entirety of the soup that had been poured around it, a small island of white rice poked up, with the black spheres ingrained as its roots and leaves.

Across the table from where she sat, Hinata’s eyes were equally bewildered, a faint smile adorning her lips along with a dusting of pink that adorned her cheeks. This truly was a gourmet dish, strong enough to woo an official within the Leaf, yet gentle enough to entrance the heiress of a clan as royal as the Hyuga.

Picking up the chopsticks that had been provided for their meal, Sakura closed her eyes, gently cupping her left hand around the porcelain rim of the bowl, before piercing through the island of rice with her chopsticks. The moment the island itself was pierced, the golden cubes atop the rice drizzled down, forming a waterfall of gold within the culinary art that was the contents of the bowl.

When that very first bite surfaced from the bowl beneath her, Sakura’s knees quivered beneath the table, a deep satisfied sigh emanating from her lips as a sense of true relief washed across her senses. Warm, rich and so very deep.

The first bite was near instantly followed by a second, a third, and then even a fourth, every single bite sending another wave of euphoric bliss through her body. When at last the creamy soup around the rice broke through, showering an ounce of rice between her chopsticks, the voice within her mind let out a low moan of pure hearted delight; the very essence of her being quivering beneath the creamy delight as she would have done beneath the hands of a skilled lover.

Slumping back into her seat with a wide, silly and happy grin, Sakura’s green orbs rolled around in her head, returning down to the bowl between her hands, only to let out a low whine. Without her consent, the bowl had been emptied, the rich creamy Kudzu soup having all but evaporated along with her rice.

When at last she had the presence of mind to glance to her left, a pair of large black eyes locked onto hers for the briefest moment before sliding closed, her silver haired date giving her the most attentive, closed-eye smile he could, even as the outline of his lips through that dark blue mask made her yearn for more.

For the first time that week, her heart and mind were truly at peace, an evening with her dearest friends, and a belly full of liquid love, more than making up for the disaster that had sprung into work only shortly before…

“Sakura-chan, Kakashi-sensei; thank you for coming with us tonight.” Naruto spoke up, his blue eyes turning from his longtime teammate to his old teacher, a wide, warm smile adorning his lips as they said their farewells for the evening.

Quite a while after their final dish had been served, and many more bottles of Sake had been downed, the four had begun the slow journey back towards the crossroads found in the upper portion of one of many residential districts within the evolved state of the Leaf. Standing side by side now, the joyous smile that had crossed her lips earlier was replaced by one of content. For the first time in many years, Sakura’s mind was truly at peace, all of which had become reality from her friend’s hospitality.

Standing beside her friend, Hinata gave the two a polite bow of her head. Before long, the two couples begun walking their separate ways, with Naruto and Hinata stepping towards their house in the Northern residential district, whilst Kakashi and Sakura were standing still, the Hokage’s residence being further downtown, whilst Sakura and Sasuke’s house had been built in the Eastern residential district.

Staring up at him now, alone as they were, her green eyes couldn’t help but dart away from his, the scar on his left eye reminding her of who he truly was.

“I’ll walk you back home. We may live in a peaceful era, but it wouldn’t do to let one of my students walk alone in the dark,” the smile hidden behind his mask was as clear for her to hear as the edge in his voice, a strange hum expertly concealed by the bright and cheerful voice she had come to associate with her Hokage.

Before she herself had the chance to refute his offer, Kakashi’s right arm snuck its way around her left one, linking their arms together whilst gingerly tugging her along, the smile beneath his mask as predominant as ever before. With a low sigh and a faintly feminine giggle, Sakura shook her head, the subdued flush around her cheeks almost matching the color of her hair; of falling sakura petals.

Walking with their arms linked together, the warmth pulsating off of him reached her in waves, the silence that stretched out between them acting as a soothing blanket of comfort. The walk back to the Uchiha residence was by no means long, its location sublime, with no neighbors too close or too far away. It truly had become a paradise for her and her husband… before his mission had begun anew.

As Kakashi’s legs came to a halt, his typical geta shoes clicking against the stone brick pavement that made up the majority of the Leaf, Sakura’s gaze snapped back to attention, her lips heaving as she let loose the breath she had been holding in. Standing before the iron gate of the Uchiha residence, their arms interlinked, Sakura’s head rose up, their eyes meeting whilst a decision was reached.

Pulling her arm out from around his, Sakura, clad only in the shortest cocktail dress she could own, with smooth black high heels, stared into her sensei’s arms. “Would you like to come in for a cup of coffee, Ka-ka-shi?”

The wooden door to the Uchiha residence had not once been ripped open as fast as it had that night. A key turning, a jacket flying, and a loud slam that would surely alert the entire neighborhood to their arrival. Even before their feet had brought them past the raised floor of the main hallway, her heels had been kicked off, one of which crashed through the thin walls, the heel holding it up whilst the former wielder was happily moving further inside.

Pressing her chest up against his, arms wound tight around his neck, Sakura pressed her lips against his, the mask her sensei was oh so known for using had been pulled down long ago. An angular jawline, strong cheekbones and two deep dark orbs pulled her in deeper, the hands of a master shinobi working on the straps of her dress to free her from the tightness that it was.

Her own hands, soft and dainty to some, tugged at the white shirt he had put on, all but ripping it off of his body whilst using her left hand to tug his black tie down, holding his lips in place for dear life. His feet, strong, long and agile, veered far away from the stairway leading to their bed, stumbling his way through the hallway until the two of them reached the living room.

From her place, chest pressed against his, with her arms and legs wound tightly around his body, Sakura pulled away with an audible gasp, her hips gyrating along his groin to the best of her ability; an effort that was intimately rewarded by a pressing hardness she could never forget. Without so much as a moment’s rest, their lips collided once more, his hands giving up the task of sliding the dress off of her body, instead opting for her own approach, tearing the silky black material in half.

Pressing their lips tightly together, Sakura gently eased forward, her tongue slipping past his lips before colliding with his own, love’s lustful dance starting anew. Even before the two could meet, the wet warmth enveloping her lips vanished, big green eyes staring up into the deep dark orbs of her sensei, lust abundant in his gaze, whilst her lips formed the briefest, smallest pout they could muster.

Looking around the room, Sakura’s eyes glanced past the wedding photos of her and her husband, taking in the large TV atop a bench behind her back, as well as the entrance to a small kitchenette along the side. To their left, a large wall sized window took up that side of the house, complete with a small patio and a garden outside. Yet, almost as soon as it had left, her gazed returned to meet with his.

No words were said, for none were needed. With her cocktail dress’ back torn asunder, and his attentive hands serving as the only thing holding her up, seated on the back of a chair, Sakura Haruno was left vulnerable and exposed.

With one strong arm wrapped around her waist, his gaze lingered, his free hand gingerly tugging at the cloth of her dress before, with a vicious pull, the dress in its entirety was gone, leaving her with no more than a pair of black, lacy panties, near perfectly outlining the treasure hidden beneath. Although, the first true victims of her sensei’s hunger were the small, perky breasts rising and falling in time with her breathing.

In no more than a second, his hands were upon her, one rising up to hold her back steady, whilst the other reached up, fingertips running along the sides of her body, up towards her armpit, before veering left, a thumb and an index finger pinching down upon the pink, erect nub atop her left breast. Swift, precise and so unbelievably efficient. One pinch, a soft twist, and his fingers had left once more, a soft moan spilling free from Sakura’s pink, swollen lips right as that same viciousness reached her other breast.

Right as his fingers closed in on her nub, their lips clashed once more, a soft whimpering moan leaving her mouth open for his assault. His tongue shot forth, sneaking past the meager defense that her tongue had put up, before pressing her down, their tongues dancing for dominance whilst his fingers struck down upon her poor, undefended breasts.

Between his fast paced assaults against her breasts, and the domineering presence he brought to the battlefield within her mouth, Sakura’s body twitched, her legs quivering in place as he ground down against her. Whilst his shirt had received the brunt of her offensive, his pants had remained free from harm, the hardness she felt within bearing down upon her helpless defense as he had done during their very first battle, so many years ago.

Then, her mind had been overwhelmed, her senses unable to keep up, and her heart unwilling to move past the sight she had been shown. Now, it was her body’s turn to falter, to buck, to writhe and to quiver beneath his attentive touch, Now, the difference in their prowess was made clear, not through combat or force, but through care and experience.

It wasn’t long before her defenses crumbled in their entirety, and her mind was brought forth a new wave of bliss. Yet, as soon as the assault had begun, his touch receded, all that remained was the strong arm wrapped around her back, holding her in place, securing her, yet most of all, it truly did remind her that her life had not vaned.

Rolling her eyes up to meet with his, Kakashi gave her the briefest smile, before releasing her from his grip, time itself slowing down to grant her the vision required to follow his speed. As her back descended, falling down towards the seat of the chair as well as the low coffee table before it, he stepped forth, he walked around the chair, and his fingers grasped the waistband of her panties, smoothly pulling them down along her legs, past her soft, thick thighs, before yanking them free from her ankles, all but tossing the garment aside until it landed atop the wedding photo that haunted her the most; her black lingerie covering up the face of herself and her husband, leaving only Kakashi’s gaze, strong and steadfast, to stare down upon her body.

Yet, even then, his move was not done. His belt was undone, the zipper of his pants pulled down, and the force of gravity itself serving beneath the Sixth Hokage’s speed. By the time her back was above the coffee table, his arm was around her, slowing her descent into a standstill, whilst gravity itself finished off his pants, leaving her naked, perfectly bared before her lover, whilst all that remained to hide him was a pair of black briefs; the outline of his equipment clear as day.

With his arm wrapped around her back, Kakashi made his move, stepping out of the pants that had so graciously fallen to the floor, pressing her bared body against his chest, broad, chiseled and without a scratch. Even as he tried to move to settle down, Sakura’s fingers slid past his abdominal muscles, teasing down along the taut stomach belonging to a man that had seen it all, before finally, as he had done, hooking her index fingers inside the waistband of his briefs.

Rolling her big green eyes up to stare into his, her breasts pressed up against his chest, Sakura’s lips curled up into a devilish smirk, her fingers twitching for the briefest moment before his briefs, tight as they were, were torn in half, freeing his erection in a manner of moment, whilst his underwear flew off in two different directions, landing somewhere far away from her concern.

With her hands pressed up against his hips, Sakura put an ounce of effort into her arms, pushing her sensei down into the chair, naked and wide eyed, with his cock standing erect for her gaze to devour. Long, yet not so long as to cause her discomfort. Thick, though not the thickest she had seen. Yet, as Sakura’s green eyes fell upon the twitching head of his shaft, the veins that ran up along his length made her lip wobble.

Oh, how she craved it. Her inner self, stubbornly persisting through the era of peace, had done nothing but scream at her to do just this, and for once, there was no complaint coming from the pink haired kunoichi. She would take her time to thoroughly explore her former sensei’s cock, though now, with her womanhood bared and weeping, there were more pressing matters to tend to. Matters in need of a man’s touch.

Merely standing before him could only grant them so much entertainment, and, with a devious grin adorning her lips, Sakura could easily think up more than one way to entertain the two of them.

Whether or not the chair was designed with this purpose in mind, she did not know, but, as Sakura placed her arms atop the back of the chair, her knees sliding in between the armrests and his thighs, whilst her pussy, hairless and underused as it was, hovered a mere inch above his strained erection.

From the moment her hips settled down, and her eager womanhood pleaded for more, her lover complied, two strong hands clasping onto her firm bubbly butt with enough force to make an audible clap resound through the room. With a yelp on her end, and a faint smile on his lips, the hands atop her rump pulled her down, easing her womanhood down and down until, with a visible shudder rushing up her spine, Sakura’s lower lips parted around her former sensei’s broad tip.

Easing her hips lower and lower, feeling her lower lips spread around the intruder that was her sensei’s dick, Sakura rolled her head back, strong arms falling down until her hands could clasp themselves on top of his shoulders for support. The pleasure of being stretched out after so long, the faintest twinge of pain from being intruded upon, and the unimaginable promise of so much more, caused the pink haired woman’s mouth to fall agape, a string of the sweetest moans ringing forth like the melodic tunes sung by beings of angelic origins.

And yet, no sooner than it had began, Sakura’s descent came to a halt, her breathing coming forth as ragged gasps whilst the faintest beads of sweat rolled down her body. So caught up had she been that her mind had done nothing to hold back, a coil tightening its springs within her stomach the deeper down she sunk. Her pussy, cleanly shaven in anticipation of a day like this, quivered around his pale member, clenching down rhythmically as if begging for a healthy dosage of his virile seed.

The hands on her butt, holding her in place to slow her hips’ desire to descend further, began to move for the first time that night. Fingers that had previously been held still tensed, grasping onto handfuls of her luscious rear, whilst spreading her cheeks aside to reveal the entrance that had received the most attention during her marriage. Letting loose a whimpering moan as her womanhood clenched down around her sensei’s girth, Sakura dropped her head down, mashing her lips against his in much the same way she had before, though this time, the motion was accompanied by another, one that shook her body to its core.

From the moment their lips had met, Sakura’s hips gave out, dropping her the rest of the way down until the position could allow her no more, easily taking the remainder of Kakashi’s length inside of her warm vagina, though at the cost of her poor, broken down defenses.

Even before his length had been swallowed wholly, her orgasm had erupted, her vaginal walls rippling around Kakashi’s as it ventured deeper. The violent surge of pleasure coursed through her being, leaving her limbs weak and her mind numb, yet, almost as soon as the surge had quieted down, her sensei’s tip slammed up against the entrance to her womb, and just like that, yet another orgasm was wretched free from the iron grip the pinkette had over her needy snatch.

Between her legs, clamping down around her sensei’s cock, a steady stream of juices poured down along his length, near instantly wetting the chair with her abundant arousal. It had simply been too long, too long without a real man inside of her, too long with only relying on her fingers, and too long since even that had failed to satiate her need.

When at last her orgasmic bliss evaporated, Sakura’s arms loosened their grip on her sensei’s head, her upper body slumping forward as any force within her system faded away; a second orgasm right after the first knocking any and all resistance away.

‘She truly had fallen,’ Sakura thought absentmindedly, once more reminded of the sin she had so eagerly committed. Her husband was away, traveling the world in an effort to protect the future of all humans, and she had given in to her needs. She had submitted to the desire she had hidden for so many years.

As the strength slowly began to return to her body, Sakura pulled her head back, a sullen expression adorning her features as the realization struck home. Yet, what the pink haired woman saw was not the look of disgust her emotions had promised her; in fact, it was a look of utmost acceptance. A look of lust that could not be extinguished by a simple massage, no matter how wet or warm it might be.

With his hands on her rump, Kakashi slowly eased her up, sending yet another wave of pleasure crashing through the pinkette’s mind. When only the very tip of his dick remained inside of her vagina, the silver haired man released his grip, letting gravity do his bidding as Sakura was once more speared upon his dick, releasing a string of moans for every inch her hungry pussy devoured.

While she felt disgust, her true self felt relief. Wherein there should be nothing but shame, she felt a sense of relief and joy. Her husband would understand… there was no doubt in her mind that Sasuke would understand her plight, and accept her means of finding relief. He had done so once before as well.

Following the very same motion as before, Kakashi autonomously raised her hips up, before allowing them to slam down upon his dick time and time again. Already, the sullen kitten that had come back after two mind shattering orgasms had disappeared, leaving behind the woman he had met so many years ago. From a young, innocent girl barely able to hold her emotions in check, to a strong kunoichi standing beside her teammates against the greatest threat in recorded history.

Allowing a smile to creep up along his lips, Kakashi’s big black eyes stared into her green orbs, locking the two in place just like that, her hips moving on their own, whilst the hands on her rump kept her from rising too far up. Just like that, their lips clashed once more, though rather than the playful battle for dominance from before, the kiss was gentle, chaste and so very soothing.

The doubts that had resurfaced in her mind were banished as swiftly as swiftly as they had appeared, leaving behind naught more than the sensation of drowning in his affection. Already, within her aching depths, she could feel his pending orgasm grow stronger and stronger, the rhythmical throbbing of his cock, as well as the hastened pace of his heartbeat, telling the pink haired medic all there was to know.

With their lips locked tightly together, Sakura slammed her hips all the way down against his groin, a silent moan spilling forth from Kakashi’s lips as his cockhead erupted inside of her depths. Thick, scalding hot sperm washed forth, near instantly filling Sakura’s vagina to the brim, although, much as she wanted to savor the feeling, her womb would not stay idle. Gush after gush of her sensei’s rich cum filled her womb until there was simply no more room, yet even then, the tight seal formed by her rippling pussy refused to let even a single droplet spill out.

It wasn’t until another five minutes of that torturous feeling had passed that it came to an end, Kakashi’s mouth heaving for breath whilst Sakura clung around his neck, her heart thumping away within her chest.

With her lower body pressed down against his, pussy lips locked tightly around his length, Kakashi’s back fully reclined in the back of the chair, the hands that had previously clutched onto Sakura’s rump with an iron grip falling down.

Without an ounce of hesitation, as the seal formed by her third orgasm of the evening grew slack, Sakura brought one hand up to his chin, quivering fingers raising it up until, with a slow dip of her head, their lips met once more. Soft, gentle and with more love than a woman could wish for.

The generous river of cum that seeped out of her pussy only served as the icing on the cake that was her rejuvenated love life.

Elsewhere in the Leaf

“Sakuraaaa…” a faint voice echoed through one of the specialized research and examination offices of the Hidden Leaf hospital, a voice filled with need and depravity, a voice that had called out for many hours already.

Flexing their arms and legs against the bindings that held them in place, a mane of long platinum blonde hair hung down from the top of an examination table. Forced into a spread eagle position, with their arms to the sides and their legs forcibly spread apart, Ino Yamanaka’s big cyan eyes were wide with bewildered arousal.

Her body was naked, her clothes ditched somewhere along the way there from one of the normal examination offices. Black chakra suppressing bindings were attached all over her body, holding her in place despite the blonde’s innumerable attempts at breaking free. Yet, what could only make the matter worse was the arousal coursing through her veins.

Furrowing her eyebrows, the blonde tried to make herself remember, tried to force out an answer as to how she had arrived there. A book in her Clan compound? A jutsu scroll sealed away? The harder she thought, the foggier her mind became, until, right as the Clan Head of the Yamanaka Clan was about to reach the memory she sought, it disappeared in a puff of fog, leaving only a thirst for pleasure in its wake.

Tugging her arms upward for the umpteenth time that day, Ino Yamanaka tried, and failed, to break through the bindings that held her in place, forcing her eyes to stare into the true root of her dilemma.

Through some means she could hardly care to remember, her body had been transformed, a large, throbbing erection appearing a mere inch above her clit. At first, it had been…. another furrow of her eyebrows brought the blonde nothing. Had it been a problem? The arousal stemming from her cock told her otherwise. A blessing? Yes! Her cock was a blessing. A source of so much pleasure.

Then why were she there, naked and restrained like an experimental subject? Again, the answer slipped through her mind, though her arousal imbued thoughts quickly found the answer. She was there because her friend would help her. Yes! Sakura would come back, naked and aroused as well, and she would help her cum!

Bobbing up and down above her belly, the cock that had originally started out at a relatively well endowed state had grown, its size increasing with the hours she had gone unfulfilled. Already, it was far beyond the size of any living male, perhaps rivaling a horse in its endowments. Based on what she could see, which in truth was only the throbbing shaft of her cock, Ino would happily measure herself to be two feet long, with perhaps a six inch circumference, if she were to be modest of course.

A thick glob of precum generously oozed out of her tip, a part of it trickling down the top of her shaft, whilst a majority was simply deposited atop her large, perky breasts; a clear coating of precum already sliding down the blonde’s perfectly rounded breasts and irresistible stomach.

Tensing her legs for a moment, Ino let out another long winded whine as her legs were denied movement as well. She only wanted to cum! To blast her thick sperm into the nearest female, regardless of which hole she slid inside of.

As her mind was all but possessed by the arousal that stemmed from a dissatisfied cock, Ino Yamanaka watched it grow even larger, another few inches added to its already impressive length until, with a surprised yelp, the head of her cock drooped downward, her precum drooling cockhead slapping down against her unrestrained breasts.

With the black chakra suppressing bands going across her ankles, thighs, waist, arms and wrists, the blonde was left with almost no movement whatsoever. At least, until now, wherein the thick, violently throbbing head of her cock drooped down to land between her lubricated breasts.

The pitiful whines that called out for her friend to come back were soon enough replaced by loud, whorish moans stemming from a former woman, a well endowed futanari, giving her cockhead an impromptu titjob, the violent throbbing of her shaft fading away as waves of pleasure washed across the Yamanaka matriarch’s features.

As her mind drifted further and further into the depths of an ocean made up of pure arousal and hunger, her thoughts reached a conclusion she could live by, going so far as to even excuse her friend’s behavior.

Sakura had only gone to get everything she needed to help her, that was all… and when her friend returned, the first futanari of the Leaf would be sure to show her best friend how to perform the jutsu on her own….

The maniacal giggling of an orgasm addicted whore was soon replaced with moans.
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