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For the Thrill of It	By : c0p13r Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 7914 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-A Round at the Bar
- 2-Blame it on the Booze
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A Round at the Bar
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            It was an Inuzuka celebration at the bar! With their bluster and noise, they scared off all other patrons so that they could enjoy the sole company of clansmen! Headed by their new leader, Kiba drunkenly proclaimed that this day, this night would be a national event for the Inuzuka and all dog lovers of the Five Great Nations! Every Inuzuka inside cheered and drank until a swath was taken down. It was the singular non-Inuzuka in the bar, and she challenged Kiba right to declare anything on a night when she had a chance to relax.
            She had had a long, stressful day; nonstop cooking and preparation, and then sealing the food in scrolls. Karui needed to unwind, and that was how she wound up at the bar, the close-quartered tavern where the ilk of Konoha liked to drown worries and cares. In her eyes, they were a pitiful rabble compared to the drunkards at Kumo, but she was one of them now. And challenging the head of the Inuzuka clan, with her Kumo pride at stake, she went all in with no intention of losing.
            She didn’t expect to be in this predicament. If she had won, the loser would have to evacuate and from that moment on, schedule bar visits with her so they would never bother her again; her opponent’s prize, however, was more aimed at possessiveness, command, and drunken. Kiba had beaten her, and his prize was to have her, then and there, under the witness of his clan. She wouldn’t have agreed, but the alcohol had gone to her head, and then to the absence of sex in her life. She scolded Kiba, a slur in her speech, as he set her back across the circular table that the others congregated around.
            They all spoke of what a prize she was, but Kiba was the one who got to enjoy her for the night. He dismissed her modesty first and foremost, bringing her top up over her breasts. No bra, much to the delight of the spectators, so her breasts – A-cups that had graduated to a fuller size after childbirth – wobbled a little when the clothing came over them. Ebony hills, coco peaks that stiffened in the air…
            An audacious interloper’s hand reached out to palm one mound, but Kiba reacted like he’d suddenly been possessed by the Beast Mimicry, making a sound a cross between a snarl and a bark as he caught the man with a right hook. This was his victory, his reward, and for the night, his woman.
            Fully clothed, he growled and shoved in against her apex, grinding and letting her feel his desire while his possessive hand found her breast. He squeezed until she flinched. He chortled, his grin hovering above her face. Beer and meat on his breath… Karui pursed her lips, turned her head slightly, and gave him a sharp, sidelong stare.
            In her ear, he admitted that he had thought about her before, however brief their meetings were. She wouldn’t tell him that, however brief their meetings were, she was curious.
            Up went her dress, forced in a bunch below her back, letting Kiba admire fully the splendor of her lower, intimate parts. White panties with slight lace, tight and snug in her curves, contrasting her tone beautifully; scandalous for a wife and mother, but for a bachelor, they were ordinary. Kiba was more than happy to catch the crotch with his thumb and shift it to one side. Smooth, he was pleasantly surprised to see; well, almost entirely smooth, for she left a slim patch of coarse red hair above her slit. Choji’s preference or hers? Kiba enjoyed it regardless, chuckling as he put his hand on her hip, stretching his thumb out to pet her auburn streak. He made sure to tell her that he liked it.
            Arrogant, she called him and remained ready. All eyes were still on her, violating her oath made to her husband. Drunken and excited, she could barely remember his face; if he came to mind, all that she could recall was how frustratingly obedient or demandingly gluttonous he could be. No, she needed this right now. She needed Kiba. And after the sharp decent of his fly and the heavy, meaty swat against her heated cleft, she knew he felt the same. She smirked at him, opening her legs as if to dare him.
            He dared, growling lustfully at her as he sheathed himself in one solid thrust to the cheer of his companions. They didn’t matter to him, but the exultation of his conquest of the Kumo woman certainly sparked with him. He held Karui’s waist with both hands like he expected her to try to wriggle away; she did not. She arched her back, grunted behind her lips, and then stared at him. Only when her glossy lips parted, a heady gasp escaping, did he make his move. He drew back, plunged, drew back, stabbed, drew back, curled. His hips moved in practiced, showy swings that she’d not experienced in a while.
            Sex with Choji usually found her on top handling business; either she wanted it her rhythm, or it just felt like he was crushing her. There were certain methods to get around the issue of his weight, either with the ‘Butterfly’ technique or various positions, but the former required planning and stockpiling for the better part of the day. Spontaneous sex was much better than planned sex. She loved doggy-style, but he complained about his knees…
            The only complaint that would come from Kiba was that he hadn’t the time to enjoy her thoroughly.
            His thrusts pressured the legs of the table, wobbling back and forth as he claimed his prize repeatedly. Certain that she was locked in place – her hands helping to stabilize herself by anchoring on the table’s edge – Kiba reached for whatever he wanted, which happened to be her breasts, first and foremost. He grabbed both of them, his smile big and wide and wolfish above his scruffy beard. Their bouncing movements stopped under the attentive groping of his hands. One nipple peeked out, and he caught it with his fingertips; an offering to his mouth as he immediately swooped down and latched.
            Karui withdrew with a whimper. Not something she liked to brag about, but her breasts had always been sensitive. When nursing Chocho – which was often – they tingled delightfully, but not in a sexual way. Not like now, with Kiba’s fangs prodding teasingly at the soft, delicate flesh. His tongue lathered her dark-brown circumference, and again, he slurped at it. She cussed softly at him, taking her hands from the table to fist in his wild brown locks.
            Briefly, as Kiba fondled and nuzzled her tits, she compared him to her husband. Choji was a good size, not much different than Kiba, but the difference was certainly style; the mannerisms and well-learned techniques of Kiba’s tempo made her insides undulated and quiver from the unrecognized skill. Even bowed over to her, greedy for a mouthful of motherly breasts, his hips kept charging and charging and banging and fucking. His thighs thudded against the table each time he crammed himself deep inside of her channel, the plugging motion always making a sopping wet squish.
            The rowdy crowd watched enthusiastically, some still taking deep swallows of alcohol while watching and some leaning in to get a good look at the dark-skinned beauty. Those who leaned in too close got a quick, sharp glare from their breast-sucking leader accompanied with a wary growl – like a dog with a bone – and quickly gave Kiba back his space.
            Though Karui’s drunken attention was mostly on Kiba and the drive of his pelvis – she cringed as she braced another hard, deep impact – she felt exhilarated, maybe even empowered to be in view of the Inuzuka clan like this. She would not tell insecure Choji such a thing, but this was not the first time she was fucked on display; the Cloud Village was very liberal when it came to   Her yellow eyes glanced around at the circle gathered around. Meeting the eye of one such Inuzuka seemed to give the impression that she wanted him to touch her; without hesitation, he grabbed a handful of the breast that was not in Kiba’s mouth, and a second later, he was decked. Kiba swung up instantly with a right hook, shouting that she was his. Territorial and feral when drunk and horny, he draped himself over Karui, holding her possessively to his body while giving a last, thorough glare in warning to his clansmen. None tried to touch what was his for the night.
            Now draped over her, Kiba unlatched Karui’s legs from over his waist, choosing instead to bend the knees over the crook of his arms, locking them in place to curl her body so that he may plunder at a sharper, more gratifying angle; Karui felt the effect immediately when he rubbed against the roof of her vagina, grinding against that very particular spot that made her wail. Kiba snickered above her and teased that she had a lovely voice when she was not nagging. She yanked at his hair in reply, but could not do much else when his tempo began, that very sensitive spot a prominent target with each stroke.
            Her panting, gaping mouth sung with a string of moans until Kiba united their lips. Feeling his rough kiss, Karui swept her face to one side. Perhaps kissing was too intimate, even while cheating, but Kiba would not have it. He grabbed her jaw and gave chase, sinking his tongue into her mouth after their lips sealed. Karui flinched and withdrew her tongue, but Kiba was insistent. He took her mouth while his hand took her breast and his hips took her matrimony vows. The congregation about them faded away as he made his hardest and deepest thrusts, pouring his deep-throated grunts into Karui’s mouth before stilling.
            Karui came unexpectedly when the heat seeped into her in healthy volleys. She’d expected him to be more careful than that; she’d hoped that she’d had a mind not to give him the chance! Yet, drunk and baffled, she received the payload and tightened her legs over his elbows, toes stretching inward until they touched around Kiba’s heaving back. Wrenching out of his kiss, she bit down… hard! Kiba seethed and clenched his teeth as hers sunk into his bottom lip. Her face had scrunched up like she was using all her strength to contest a boulder’s weight. Glossed lips drew away from her pearly teeth, and then she released Kiba with a gasp.
            It had been too long…
            Kiba’s donation to her cervix overflowed around his rooted cock in a mixture of her own release. The white cocktail oozed down and over her asshole, causing it to flex. Down, down, their essence dripped until it began to pool on the table.
            The hoots and jeers unheard, Kiba and Karui stared into each other’s eyes while collecting their breaths, relief and rigor steadily setting in. He did not withdraw from her; not immediately, not until he told her that she should visit the bar more often… or at least stop by his place for a drink next time.
            “It was a challenge,” she dismissed him with a turn of her head. “There won’t be a next time, dog bastard.”
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