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No Matter How Many! Konohamaru vs Konan!	By : c0p13r Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 7501 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Chapter List
- 1-Know Pain!
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            “I’m not gonna give up, darnit! The Sarutobi clan has always protected Konoha! And I… huff-huff! I’m named for the Village, darnit!”
            For all his bluster, it took only a single bat from the Angel’s wing to toss him, sweeping him up into a whirlwind to be pitched into one of the backways’ walls. Konohamaru cringed, stiffening as the merest twinge of muscle would cause a spiderweb of pain throughout his battered body. It took strategy, suffering, and a heap of luck to take out the Jigokudo Pain, and unlike for the Boss, Rasengan sapped significant amounts of Chakra from him. When the blue-haired woman of Akatsuki materialized from a flurry of paper cranes, he was already nearly spent. His best strategy was to duck into any cover he could find and stay seated until her paper projectiles scared him out.
            She recognized him, though. “Akatsuki intel is thorough of its targets,” she had said coldly to him, acknowledging that he was of close relation to Uzumaki Naruto. She flung him around a bit at first, not necessarily hurting him with these milder gusts; she didn’t want him writhing in pain or dying without coughing up the location of the Kyubi’s container. But he was resilient and loyal, stubbornly so. So she responded with increasing force. “I’ll never betray Nii-chan, darnit!” he shouted again before he was flung from his feet again.
            She’d avoided actual injury to this point, but time was of the essence. As much as she was willing to let Nagato go along with his plan – as she advised against his overdoing it – she wanted to return to his side as a final line of defense should his location be compromised. These Konoha shinobi were too resourceful and had proven themselves an ill-match for Akatsuki up to this point.
            But the advantage was undoubtedly hers. Even her most halfhearted of attacks threw the boy over, though he did stubbornly get up each time and makes fists of resistance. “Petulant child,” she called him from her hover. In his weak and damaged condition, he couldn’t even conjure the Chakra needed to make the necessary lunge to get to her. And even if he could, what then? She was mobile and even agile in the air, and whatever attacks he made would be canceled by her paper shapeshifting.
            But those weak, trembling fists pointing up at her were frustrating. She beat her wings once, her face stoic and unfazed. “Very well,” she said, and then began to dismantle, paper sheet by paper sheet. “I will break you.” As her body dissolved in a fluttering racket, she divebombed the Third’s grandson. She hammered the ground at his feet, knocking him back while she erupted in a final burst of sleek paper airplanes.
            Konohamaru tried to get his feet back on the ground, but the next rush kept him pressured and off balance. He threw himself to one side to avoid this next bombing, and had to keep on the run now that butterflies had taken flight around him. Her origami changes so fast, he thought dreadfully. The planes had been like missiles or darts, lethal but charged in a single direction. He could avoid them if he was just fast enough. The butterflies didn’t seem to carry any real lethality – though that was assuming they weren’t airborne exploding tags – but they kept him swarmed, blurring his vision and panicking him with their mass and movement. “Get away!” he shouted, swinging a fist through them. It wasn’t until he tried again that he realized whatever swaths he cut through them had actually attached to his offending arm! With the two swings he had already made, his right arm looked like it was in a cast. He shouted frantically and tried to tear the paper away; a good opportunity for the butterflies to close in and start culminating on the rest of him.
            He barely scratched the top layer of his right arm when his left hand started to be encased. His fingers were wrapped, leaving him incapable of clawing out of the cast. And he had neglected his feet! He was attached to the ground now, unable to flee! He swore, struggled, and then was bowled over by the remainder of paper, now acting as plain sheets tackling at once. Layer upon layer, a cocoon formed around him. Arms pinned to his sides, legs stuck together, and his head almost completely encased. It’d just take one slap of paper to suffocate him. He felt the restriction on his breath, and claustrophobia made him panic.
            Within, he was struggling, but from outside, it was impossible to tell; the small cocoon held him still. But with his mouth free, he could still shout. “This is nothing! I can—argh!—get out of this easy!” The cocoon didn’t even flex when he turned all his strength against it.
            Then the papers at his chest began to stir, pull, and stack on top of one another, bit by bit molding into Konan’s head and neck. She leered down at her captive’s tense mouth and willed the two sheets over his eyes to peel back. He gulped and panted and trembled. She looked haunting, backlight amplifying the shadows on her unmade face, one eye missing, as the papers were still gathering. “Sarutobi Konohamaru, grandson of the Third Hokage.”
            He seethed fearfully, rebelliously.
            “You will tell me where Uzumaki Naruto is.”
            “I already told you,” he shouted to the best of his capability, eyes screwed shut. “I’ll never betray Nii-chan, darnit!”
            Konan paused, stoic and unmoved by his determination. “I could turn all the papers on you into needles,” she then told him. “Or… I could turn them all on their side. Papercuts, one after another.”
            “Nii-chan taught me to endure the worst kinds of pain!” he continued to shout, though she could feel him tremble in her paper body. Of course, the ‘pain’ Naruto taught him was how to handle the spiciest ramens or to take a beating from women when they caught them sneaking into the women’s hot springs.
            Konan doubted he could take whatever torments she could dish out. But really, there remained some sentimentality for wayward children even after Nagato demonstrated how effective indiscriminate slaughter could be. She also knew that it took more than simple brutality to discover Hanzo. She was instrumental in uncovering the most vital information on the warlord of Amegakure.
            She narrowed her amber eye on him. “Konohagakure shinobi… are very frustrating.” And then she began to grow from the paper; neck, then shoulders which sprouted arms that came out like she was crawling out of a pool, and then… breasts?! Her exposure stopped there, just beneath the ribs.
            Konohamaru’s eyes immediately popped.
            His reaction and stillness were as she guessed; young, but entirely interested. Her breasts were nice and round, fuller than her sacred robes let on. She actually reveled in her figure, wearing tight clothes underneath to sport her curves and flash the jewelry at her navel. Her nipples – a light-brown and succulently plump – were pierced through as well with barbell studs that glinted to catch wayward eyes.
            She slumped over him, now exposed to the navel but still fused to his bondage. Her decorated breasts wobbled in his face, and he couldn’t force himself to look away. Practiced in the Sexy arts or not, these were the real thing and were revered and coveted by men.
            His head was trapped between her arms as they held her up above him. She didn’t say a word, just letting the air between them fester and grow. His mind was easily read; she needn’t be a Yamanaka or a truth-seeking Path of Pain to see the heat in his eyes. She practically felt it on her skin, no matter how he fought to resist.
            Then she lowered. Lower, lower, like the rocking pendulum scythe to end a man’s madness. But not cold steel – aside from the piercings, which were warmed by her herself – came upon him; it was her breasts, smooshing together just under his chin. The boy stiffened all the more while making a strained expression of quickly-failing resistance.
            Naruto was taught by Jiraiya-sensei, and this boy was taught by Naruto. His fortification was indeed worthy of praise, for the Sannin would have crumbled and come to heel just for a peek beneath her spandex. It was not a trick that could be used on anyone – ninja practices included enemy kunoichi countering – but types like Jiraiya-sensei, Naruto, and inexperienced boys were ruined by it.
            “This won’t work on me!” he blabbed, trying his hardest to pull away from the comfortable softness.
            Konan figured as much. In the direst of situations, a man could resist. It took greater concentration, however, to deny the response of the body. The papers enveloping him were like a monitoring system, detecting any and all changes. His wriggling arms and kicking feet – feeble as they were – did not go unnoticed, but she could also feel his pulse, and that included mass gathering. She knew it already; it had started when her chest emerged. Setting her bosoms down on him only sped the process. His thinking was halved now, split between rationale and need.
            “It already has,” she refuted his earlier claim, twisting around to face the lower half of his cocoon, and then flicked her hand swiftly. The papers scattered at her whim, pulling back and exposing the captive’s naked boyhood. He hadn’t felt a thing, but the papers were willed to pull apart the front of his shorts; he’d been so distracted by her tits fluffed up against his chin.
            And he grimaced in embarrassment. “No!” His hips turned this way and that, restricted but desperate, and all he succeeded in doing was toggling his little erection left and right. “Don’t look, darnit!”
            He wasn’t in a position to make demands. It was all part of her design, after all. She’d seen and been with much bigger, though… for his age, at least… almost four inches did not look so bad on him.
            She bowed down and slipped the rigid piece into her mouth, putting her lips at the base on the first try and with no difficulty. Then and there, Konohamaru’s shouting stopped and turned to drawling slurs of halfhearted rebuke. “Duh-don’t do that,” he slobbered from the feeling of her wet mouth gently dragging along his short length, “darnit~”
            Konan flashed her tongue around it, coiled her lips tighter, and pulled up slow so that when he came out, her lips remained a vise to the very tip. She brushed a tress of blue hair back in place behind an ear before steadying her prize at the base. She teased the head with the tip of her tongue, batting it back and forth against his little slit, easing back the foreskin with her fingers to lap at the ultrasensitive rim. The sensors around him detected the violent and erratic spasms of his legs, arms, fingers and toes; it wasn’t anything that was meant to combat her. Yes, she thought as her thumb and forefinger gently opened the small hole of his mushroom head to flex her tongue against, he was done.
            “Are you ready to tell me Uzumaki Naruto’s whereabouts?” she asked with level coldness, looking over her shoulder when she straightened, her hand closing almost entirely around his twitching dick.
            Konohamaru’s head thrashed back and forth. “No! No way!” He faltered, exposing his weakness in his expression. “Even if you keep going, I’ll… never tell you, darnit!”
            A man unfazed would have said nothing and meditated to abandon the need of it, but Konohamaru let slip his pitiful weakness. Konan just narrowed her eyes – her face had come together by the time her mouth went over his dick – and continued her ministrations to him. She hovered her pursed lips over him and drooled through a thin   slot between them. She hit the mark dead-on and lathered the spit around him before squeezing rhythmically with her fist, churning it to a noisy foam around Konohamaru’s erection.
            She had all sorts of ways to torment him. She could slap his balls or cut his scrotum, but pain seemed more a motivation to Konohagakure; the more they suffered, the less others would have to. So Konan must stay course with this pleasurable torment. She slobbered over his cock some more and broke away only when he began to pump earnestly to her. He was about to cum, but she wouldn’t let him.
            She hadn’t said anything this time, but he still denounced the idea of spilling Naruto’s secret location. She swayed her head one way and resigned to it. If teasing wasn’t going to loosen his tongue, maybe the real thing would get him jabbering.
            She crawled around him, materializing a waist, pubis legs and feet to finally detach from the boy and leave him in his shell. And of course, he was ogling her with a mask of fury. She let him stare and map the sight of her groin to commit to memory. The soft tuft of darker blue hair above her slit where one more stud was thrust through her clitoris. Her vagina had begun to yawn with budding arousal, glistening and plumped petals hiding a deep hole.
            She dropped so suddenly to her knees, he half-expected she meant to smash his head under her pelvis. Waving her sex above him, she had the audacity to pull against the lips and expose her entrance to him. It was so pink! And wet! He could see the moisture gathering to seep down her creamy legs. There was a lump in his throat that needed swallowing, and a larger lump lower that needed burying! He was breathing him in, his mouth gasping deeply. If not for the current situation, their enmity, he’d start begging to have a taste.
            While she had correctly guessed that his firsthand experience did not exist, that didn’t mean he had only the most basic understanding of it. Nii-chan made sure of that, always telling Konohamaru where to hide and at what time to watch when he brought Nee-chan out for some training. Some of the time, it really was training, but most times, Nii-chan’s unmistakable charm wooed the pink-haired medic out of her spandex and prudishness. Nii-chan’s mouth always went in between her legs, and he always looked happy to do so with extended tongue flapping wetly and Nee-chan writhing with screams and squeals that delighted Konohamaru’s rigid cock. And after Nee-chan screamed loudest – usually from behind a gloved hand to prevent rousing nearby patrol – Nii-chan would shuffle down his pants and boxers to his knees and quickly plugged her slick gash. With her legs bunched up over his arms, feet bouncing in time with his rush, he fucked her thoroughly while Konohamaru peeped with Nii-chan’s consent.
            Now the voyeur was with the real thing, and while he had things he wanted to do and try, he was also scared that he would not get her to make the noises Nee-chan makes.
            Without warning, Konan thrust her pussy to his mouth as if to test him. And he failed that test, unable to act and start whipping at her with his tongue, instead whining and whimpering frantically and muffled. She wasn’t at all surprised. Her piercing brushed against his nose. He still could act with nothing but those nonsensical jabbering that vibrated against her pussy lips.
            When she took away from his face – which was deep red now – he gasped in deep, fresh air, but he was already missing the feel of her slick-smooth sex and the contrasting bristle of her pubic hair when she had rolled her hips against them. He shuddered and felt his dick deposit some precum at his pelvis. He carefully licked his lips, just to get a sample of what she would have tasted like.
            Konan prowled above him on all fours, backing herself up to align with his erection. There wasn’t a need to tantalize him; she saw that he was leaking thick strings from his engorged head to his lower stomach. Any more provocation would end up with him streaming across her inner thighs without ever entering. She reached underneath herself, looking to guide him. Just her two fingertips pinching him seemed to put him in danger of release, but he managed. Just as long as she took it slow and steady.
            She wasn’t a woman who gloated or provoked or wasted words. She had told Konohamaru he would be broken. Gingerly, she stroked her pussy back against his head to apply some lubricant. He cried, but she continued. She readied him and then took him in. Not hard to envelope him; he pushed her open with his little girl, and she held him. Held him for all of ten seconds before she felt him start to pour into her.
            “Gah!”
            Somewhere, off to the side, was a clatter. Collapsing debris, most likely; it wasn’t a concern…
            Konan’s frowning lips twitched slightly. She pressed him deeper, flaring her hips as she arched them outward, her butt spreading, and let him continue gushing as deep as he could inside her. Her tight walls barred his enthusiastic shots from catching her cervical wall, but as he continued to well up inside of her, the entrance to her womb was eventually swamped by the sticky seed.
            Konohamaru writhed in a fit of frustration. He needed to move his hips and stroke this orgasm to the end! Konan sitting entirely on him was not enough, though the flex of her insides was sublime! She actively flexed them, closing up around his twitching penis while his cum washed up or back around him and leaking out around him. When she twisted her hips, a white spurt gushed from her tight channel.
            After one more attempt to shove his hips up to her – as if he could go any deeper – he went slack and breathed heavily, resting as he glazed himself inside of her. All the tension in him was evacuated and now harbored inside the Akatsuki’s folds.
            How naïve of him to think that he could relax now. His cock had lost very little of its potency; she checked him with another flex of her muscles. She wasn’t connected to his paper cast anymore, so she could not feel the twitch of his fingers and toes when her body massaged him. Unless he had lost all stiffness and could not wedge securely inside of her – in which scenario, she would employ her mouth again until he could be coerced inside again – she would ride him.
            She started at a slow practice; he was too short to take bigger, faster strides. And at first, it felt good, like the cooldown after a workout – a really good workout – and then it started to intensify. At first it caused spasms to occur all across his body, but as his raw cock began to rush through the wash of her wet pussy and his own cum, it triggered more violent stabs of ecstasy that he could not help but answer with cries. “Wait! Stop, darnit!”
            Konan continued unabatedly. “Tell me,” she said without a hitch to her voice. “Tell me where the Nine-Tails Jinchuriki is.” She was hunched over him, burying him beneath her shadow. Her tits swung against each other above him. “This will not end until you do.” She mixed up her tempo, not allowing him a chance to really get accustomed to the patterns of her downward thrusts. Sometimes she’d swish her hips one way and hit new angles, sometimes she’d press down flat on him and just grind, and sometimes – best of all – was when she’d do this brutal, flapping sort of motion that clapped her ass cheeks together while he struck deep inside of her.
            Of course, while he suffered so pleasurably, there was that Will of Fire that only blazed stronger. He tried pitching himself left to right. Maybe someone like Nii-chan could withstand consecutive trips through snug womanhood, but the tickle along his length was much too intense to simply endure. It was like his next load would slip right out of him, yet at the same time, he was running on empty; the feeling was there, but remained frustratingly incomplete!
            “Dammit!” he swore and thrashed his head, the only movement his confinement allotted him. And then he shouted for all to hear, “Konohagakure would never sell out one of our own! I…! I am Sarutobi Konohamaru, and I’ve inherited the Will of Fire!”
            It might have shaken a lesser enemy; Konan was unmoved. She still had him wedged inside of her, marinating in his own cum. To dash his hope and resolve, she curved her hips, unloading him to his tip, and then plummeted him fully inside again with a healthy back-spray of semen. “It’s pointless. If you cling to this Will of Fire…” She began to pump her hips again, a motion so smooth and slick it was heavenly, angelic. “… then I will break it.”
            Konohamaru was choking on his own moans and gasps. “Never… breaks, darnit!” he rasped out, the red in his cheeks deepening as he tried to resist her. “It’ll never break! Everyone in Konoha carries it like a torch!”
            “Well said, Konohamaru-kun!”
            Konan blinked, a flicker of mild surprise at the voice behind her. Her composure recovered quickly; whomever had swept in from behind, he did not trigger the ninja sense for danger.
            Konohamaru peeked an eye open to see who had come to his rescue. The Akatsuki kunoichi was pushed forward to accommodate the newcomer. A ray of light flittering through the copious plumes of smoke flashed over the man’s dark glasses. “E-Ebisu-sensei…”
            “I am here, Konohamaru-kun,” Ebisu said proudly, and then glowered at Konan as he pushed down on her shoulder. “I won’t forgive the Akatsuki for this senseless attack!” He rushed down the front of his pants, his cock springing out and poised for action. “I won’t allow you to defile the honorable grandson any longer! Prepare yourself, Akatsuki!”
            He was thicker and longer than Konohamaru, an average adult cock. But with her dripping hole already occupied, it enhanced the reaction of Konan to take him in. She surged forward under his weight, her tits flattening against Konohamaru’s face, his eyes peeking just above her cleavage. She grunted softly as he squeezed inside, pressing her walls back – along with Konohamaru’s dick – until he was just barely brushing her cervical wall.
            There had been the option to take the other hole; her parted cheeks were so inviting, after all. But such…ahem… indignities were unsuitable for an aide to the former Hokage’s family. So he would assist the venerable grandson in the same slot. “Never fear, Konohamaru-kun,” he wheezed while stuffing wieners with his student. He exhaled hotly, grabbing hold of Konan’s waist firmly. She was so tight, he had to lament that he hadn’t been with a lady for so long. He even neglected himself! But he had to persevere for Konohamaru-kun’s sake!
            He rammed into Konan, throwing her forward again to smack her tits into Konohamaru’s face. “We will vanquish this villain together!”
            Together?! Konohamaru couldn’t even move, and the grinding was only adding to the already-intolerable sensation of staying inside the paper woman! “Ebisu-mmph!” The closet pervert had no sense of rhythm or restraint, so long out of practice. He would yank his hips back and throw them back forward to make Konan roll her chest up to Konohamaru’s face each time. The boy would try to plea for some leniency, but Ebisu was full of himself and lovestruck by Konan’s body.
            Upon first happening on the scene, when Konan had first taken Konohamaru inside of her, Ebisu was taken out by a violent nosebleed; one that would normally incapacitate him for a good amount of time, but as with vicious wounds in a crisis, the Will of Fire brought him back on his feet and compelled him to fight! That didn’t mean he could not secretly enjoy it! Ahem! Actually, as his hands began to travel up the Akatsuki’s body to start fondling her assets before they smothered Konohamaru-kun again, he was searching for hidden weapons, routine reconnaissance! Hm! No kunai or scrolls hidden here, he discovered with a straight face, a nervous sweat, and a lewd blush. But it was always a good idea to doublecheck! He continued to tweak her pierced nipples, fondling the barbells and tickling the brown tips.
            “These adornments,” he wheezed, fingering her nipples’ rings. “They’re…” He drooled a little. “They’re obscene!” he roared to the contrary of the hardness of his dick.
            Konan might have been taken by surprise – by whatever surprise she could be caught by when annoyed by insects – but she was far from being overwhelmed. “You think this will beat me?” She shoved back to him, and Ebisu was immediately overcome. He jabbered as she willingly took as much of him as she could inside her cunt, along with Konohamaru. She could disassemble again and add him to her collection of Konoha cocoons, but he was even less of a threat than the boy… likely knew even less of Uzumaki Naruto, too.
            “It’s—guh!—not possible!” groaned the teacher when Konan began to rock and roll her hips on him.
            “No matter who you send or how many…” She grabbed his pantlegs for an anchor and began to bounce up and down on his lap, making both Konoha ninja moan and squirm. Ebisu’s inquisitive hands stayed at her midriff and squeezed, needing an anchor himself to rely on. “… you cannot win. You will all know pain.” As she said this, her eyes darkened and her efforts doubled. Her strong legs hoisted her up and down. Tending to the boy alone was more convenient, but two at a time was efficient. Her tits wobbled in time with her downward thrusts, jiggling with the impact to the two pelvises reaching for her.
            Ebisu was utterly frozen by her skill. So this was Akatsuki! It was no wonder Asuma-kun, Guy-kun, and even Kakashi-kun were pushed to the brink by them time and again! She just continued to pound away at him, hardly making a sound even when he crashed up against her womb with a stockpile of Konohamaru’s cum leading the way!
            Konohamaru himself was nearing the point of being left unconscious by these feelings. When Ebisu-sensei crowded the hole he was in, it didn’t feel as intense; the room around him didn’t move much and he just felt Ebisu-sensei moving against him. Now she was moving around them, pulling at them! “I can’t take it!” he confessed finally.
            “Then tell me,” Konan said with the merest hitch in her voice, still working herself up and down, breasts still jostling and pussy still squelching. She looked and reached back, catching Ebisu’s jaw and – with minimum effort – coaxed him over her shoulder. “It doesn’t matter who.”
            Her breath was on his ear, and Ebisu was forfeit. “Wah~!!” For all of his restraint and decorum, he snatched up Konan’s waist and began to beat his hips up against her ass. It was the first time she lost her cool, dropping her hands onto Konohamaru’s chest and moaning from Ebisu’s fervor. He crashed up against her cervix again and again, his hips ricocheting off her plump butt, but he kept coming back for more until he actually started to cum. He wailed again when he started to fire off his load, mixing with Konohamaru-kun’s semen stuffed up inside her womb. Plunging through his own puddle, he maintained his passion until Konan’s quim overloaded with the stuff.
            In the aftershock of release, he made a feeble attempt to keep at her, pumping in and out with a sloppy-white cock losing all its stability. It wasn’t long before he was trying and failing to keep a limp dick inside of her slickened passage. Without any firmness, there was no chance to continue his cocking crusade. “F-forgive me… Kono…ha…maru-kun,” he breathed out with the dramatic flare of taking a kunai to the gut. His weight fell against her, but Konan had no use for his foolishness. Weaker than the boy beneath her… She shoved him off with a simple nudge from her elbow. He dropped in a heap, quivering and holding himself. If she had gotten him first, he might have cracked.
            But she would work with what she had. Already, she was poised and ready to continue fucking Konohamaru. She could hardly feel him inside of her without the presence of his teacher. They had a singular opportunity to take her, but they proved incapable of doing so. And yet, as she looked down her nose at him, Konohamaru faced her with defiance. It truly did give her pause. If he was not caught up in her paper trap, would he… could he prove to be a threat?
            Admittedly, Konohamaru didn’t have strength left. He really was running on pure, Konoha pride. Holding his breath seemed to help abate the more intense pangs, and Ebisu-sensei’s leave relieved the firmer pressure that pinned him inside her. The ooze that Ebisu-sensei had left, however, did slicken her walls, and he didn’t like being trapped with it.
            At once, Konan dragged her hips off of him. He slipped from between her folds ahead of a heavy trickle of milky cum. For whatever reason – though he was sure it was for nothing good for him – she had granted him a reprieve of her insides. But when she went down, he realized she had just switched one orifice for another.
            Konan cleaned him with her mouth, slurping up all the remains of his and Ebisu’s bitter cocktail. Yet he could not say why, but she didn’t seem as driven as before… Well, she was thorough in her cleaning, even licking cum from his pelvis and cleaning his small, aching balls. What was different was she didn’t actively try to make him cum. It all felt amazing, like a really good massage would.
            She had him clean and shiny in a moment, the air cooling on his wet crotch. “I’m not done,” she told him flatly, and then ushered her tits forward. She was no buxom Hokage, but she filled out her top when she wore it, and she was more than enough to encase Konohamaru’s little erection. No need to spit in her cleavage; he was slicked up enough from her tonguing and sucking.
            This was not the same as fucking her; it relied on visual stimulation. If he fought and didn’t mind being uncomfortable at the neck, he could just barely peer down his body to see the woman rushing her chest against his groin. As long as it takes… Another man, she would have killed already and moved on, but Konohamaru was lucky. Lucky to live, and lucky to watch… He gasped at the pleasure of it. She was trying to get that last nut out of him, but was prolonging to process to really test him. Her hands cupped her chest, fingers splayed wide – exposing her provocative nipples – and clasping the full fleshy globes. She pushed them up and down, fluffed them, and even clapped them around him in alternating intervals, keeping his guessing, flustered, and drooling. It stoked him, but it soon dawned on him that it was provoking but not completing. She was intentionally stalling.
            “H-hey!”
            Konan took a break to open her cleavage and spit on him before breathing a channel of cold air on the moistened tip. “Tell me” was all she said, and then began to stroke him; slow, fast, and then slow again, whenever he cried out. “Tell me,” she said again when his weepy mouth cried, “Please!”
            It was all becoming too much! A strong foundation, if hammered enough, would crack, and a constant fire would eventually dwindle if sprayed. “He’s… training, darnit!” His eyes popped open when he realized he had let his tongue slip. As recompence, he bit down hard on his tongue to refuse further betrayal.
            But knowing she was getting somewhere, Konan kept up the speedy tempo, fluffing his cock from both sides when she let her breasts envelop him. The dangling bosoms fluttered as her hand beat through them, and it was as wonderful – more so – as the jet of cold breath she tickled him with. “Where?” she asked, pressing forward expectantly.
            She overestimated him, or miscalculated the speediness of her hand. In seconds, he was jetting, coasting up her sternum with ropey spurts that even she was surprised he still contained, though it was true that his balls stung as they – or rather, her fist – wrung out every last portion of his seed. His hips punched against his confinement to finish fully. Her leaning over him didn’t give him the vantage to put any on her face, but her chest and especially her tits were good enough to coat, though most of him did start to fall back on him.
            Konan, when his bursts steadily subsided to little pearls following each other out of his slit to roll down to her fist, began to beat the head of his dick against her left breast with wet, sticky slaps; all to keep him motivated. With breasts dripping with fresh, hot cum, she looked at the boy, analyzed him, and then began to massage his dick, rubbing firmly with her thumb at the underside of his tip. “Tell me where he is training now.” She lowered her head, her mouth to his cock again. It had lost all potency; he had nothing left to give, which means he was at his most vulnerable. Her breath alone was threatening on his cockhead. “Or you will…” She paused. Something wasn’t right. She looked down to the penis and saw… a little beetle perched on the tip of the cock, antennae twitching up and alert. Her amber eyes regarded its strange appearance, and then glanced to the side. Sure enough, a swarm was marching towards her, by ground and by air, on skittering legs and buzzing wings. And beyond the miniature encroachers were their handlers; four in large coats and wearing dark eyeglasses.
            “Shino,” said the man in the middle to the youth at his side. “We will exterminate this loathsome Akatsuki at full power.” As if that was the signal, the men began to disrobe.
            Konohamaru was given a reprieve and could not help but smile weakly when the woman turned from him, poised against this new threat. A mass of kikaichu insects surrounding her, followed by four men with hardy erections – the youngest was the most gifted with a huge, larva-like erection protruding from his crotch – ready to engage her on her terms.
            But Konan didn’t flinch.
            No matter how many… they would know pain.
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Sequel? Nope.
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No Matter How Many! Konohamaru vs Konan!