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Claim Me	By : t69 Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 5719 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Prologue, Part 1
- 2-Prologue, Part 2
- 3-Part 1
- 4-Part 2
- 5-Part 3
- 6-Part 4
- 7-Part 5
- 8-Part 6
- 9-Part 7
- 10-Part 8
- 11-Part 9
- 12-Part 10
- 13-Part 11
- 14-Part 12
- 15-Part 13
- 16-Part 14
- 17-Part 15
- 18-Part 16
- 19-Part 17
- 20-Part 18
- 21-Part 19
- 22-Part 20
- 23-Part 21
- 24-Part 22
- 25-Part 23
- 26-Part 24
- 27-Part 25
- 28-Part 26
- 29-Part 27
- 30-Part 28
- 31-Part 29
- 32-Part 30
- 33-Part 31
- 34-Part 32
- 35-Part 33
- 36-Part 34
- 37-Part 35
- 38-Part 36
- 39-Epilogue
- 11
- 12
- 13
Mikhail: I enjoy putting those little details and I'm glad you enjoy them too when you read the scenes.

"Why do you want to know?" the man asked as he took the last gulp of his beer. He did not appear suspicious, but was decidedly of puzzled, "And can't you just ask them directly? You live with them upstairs, don't you?"
Sakura eyed the bottle, confident that nobody saw her slip the drug to loosen the man's tongue. "What? I'm just curious," she purred innocently before leaning into the counter and intentionally squeezing her breasts together with her arms, making the well-formed orbs appear even fuller, "And I'm asking you because it's embarrassing to ask them directly. They might think I'm stalking them or something."
Though for only a split-second, she saw Eiji, the bartender, sneak a glimpse at her cleavage and promptly blush. As if to his rescue, a male customer ordered some drinks. Eiji excused himself briefly to attend to his duties. He grabbed the components with relative ease from a confusing sea of liquor bottles, poured precise fractions into a metal container Sakura was all too familiar with, and juggled the concoction with finesse, flair and skill. He fumbled a little, though, as he locked eyes again with the emerald-eyed kunoichi. Sakura laughed inwardly. 'He's so cute,' she thought, 'You'd think he'd be used to being around scantily clad women.'
From what Sakura had heard, Eiji used to be a king in his younger years, his assets allegedly measuring nine and three quarters inches long and seven and three eighths inches around. Rumor has it that occasionally, Kyoko would call for him, craving for his expertise in the art of lovemaking. Now thirty six, he wasn't old by any means, and he looked far from it. As expected from a man who was formerly a king, he was remarkably good-looking. He had a distinctly masculine appeal with his shaved head and hint of scruffiness. He had intense amber eyes that were truly wondrous to look at. He was a broad-shouldered man, just like the current kings, and he didn't mind showing it off. Rather, he didn't have a choice in showing it off, as his uniform consisted of a thin, black tank top that hugged his ripped torso like a second skin and tight jeans that accentuated what needed no further accentuation. He had worked for The Three Kings for twelve years—four as a king and the rest as its best bartender. If anybody other than Kyoko knew the goings-on in the establishment, it would be him.
'Hmm, I wouldn't mind seducing information out of him,' Inner Sakura mewled. The outer form choked slightly on her drinks, but was quick to recover.
"You okay there?" Eiji's deep voice rang.
Sakura ran her thumb under her bangs, swept it aside and smiled sexily. "It's nothing," she assured him. She crossed her legs, the motion causing the edge of her short black dress to creep up her shapely and flawless thighs.
She saw the amber-eyed hunk shuffle a little, drawing forth a blush of her own. 'He's getting hard,' she thought. 'It must get a little uncomfortable when you're packing nine and three quarters inches of cock in those tight pants.' Eiji cleared his throat and began narrating.
"Well, as far as I know, Kyosuke worked for a few days in Cockfight, but quickly learned of The Three Kings and applied here. As to where he's really from, all I've got are rumors. I've asked him myself a few times, and all he keeps telling me it's not worth talking about. Some reckon he's from the Land of Waves," the older man narrated, "As for Kai, all I can say is that his background's even shadier than Kyosuke's."
The brunette took a long pull from her orange vodka, her face twisting a little in displeasure. The rapport-building and idle chitchat had apparently taken so long that nearly all the ice in her glass had melted, leaving her with an exceedingly bland solution. Nevertheless, she decided to finish her drink, lest the rest of the ice melt.
The broad-shouldered man eyed her empty glass. "You want another one?" he asked.
The kunoichi shook her head. Her eyes left the handsome man's face for a moment to scan the wide selection of drinks. "Just give me a really cold bottle of hefeweizen," she said a moment later.
The older man smiled. The woman knew her beer. Most women just pointed and drank. He snorted a little as he recalled a particular female customer from couple of weeks back that had boldly ordered barley wine without actually knowing what it was. An oral geyser of beer and saliva later, he found himself working without a top for the rest of the night, a situation that annoyed him but apparently delighted everyone else. Going back to reality, the amber-eyed man left briefly and went to a cooler to get the green-eyed woman's order. He uncapped the bottle and placed it on the counter.
Sakura took the bottle, humming softly as she felt the ice-cold bottle in her hand. She took a swig, liking the subtle flavor that danced in her mouth. This particular one tasted vaguely like bananas. "Oh," she moaned, "that tastes so good." She threw her head back and ran the chilled container below her jaw, allowing the water droplets to cascade down the sensuous curve formed by her smooth neck. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the golden-eyed former king gulp visibly and subconsciously grind his straining erection on the counter. "Surely you know more than that," she teased, playfully touching one of the bartender's strong arms.
"Well, from what I heard, he just appeared in Kyoko's room and… impressed her," Eiji explained. "He never did explain how he managed to sneak past the guards. He's pretty consistent in saying that there wasn't anyone at the entrance when he went to apply so he invited himself in. That's total bullshit, 'cause Osamu was the one on duty that day, and that guy's pretty serious with his job. He never leaves his post, and when he really must go, he makes sure there's someone to take his place."
"Couldn't he have sneaked in through the balcony or windows either in Kyoko-san's office or in the kings' flat in the third floor?" the medical-nin queried.
The amber-eyed hunk shook his head. "Those have a special sensor jutsu that are linked to Kyoko's contracts. The only people allowed to pass through the plane parallel to those thresholds are Kyoko herself and the three kings. Pretty cool, huh?" Sakura giggled her concurrence. "Anyway," Eiji continued, "since Kai didn't have a contract as a king, then, he shouldn't have been able to sneak through those."
"So…"
"Nobody knows anything. Whatever it is, Kyoko doesn't seem to mind, as long as he draws in customers. I swear, Kyoko should be more careful with the people she hires," the bartender muttered a bit too passionately. "What?" he asked the emerald-eyed beauty who was currently looking at him in a rather peculiar way.
Sakura leaned closer. "You like Kyoko-san." It wasn't a question, but a statement of fact.
Eiji colored immediately. "What? Don't be ridiculous now," he retorted.
"There's a sparkle in your eyes whenever you mention her name, and bitterness in your tone whenever you talk of her being with other men," the medical-nin noted, "Did you think I wouldn't notice?"
The older man sighed deeply. "Okay, so I do like her," he admitted, "You're the first one to confront me about it, really."
Sakura's brow rose. "I'm surprised."
"Am I that obvious? I think you're just pretty darn observant."
The shapely woman made a fake thinking face. "No. You're just obvious," she teased mere moments later.
"Damn it!" the amber-eyed hunk cursed under his breath, his face becoming even an even brighter shade of red.
"Why don't you ask her out?"
The man laughed dryly, "Kyoko? She'd never get tied down to a man. She had told me that years ago, when The Three Kings was just starting." He turned serious. "Kyoko was raped by her stepfather when she was around sixteen. When she told her mother about it, her mother had slapped her, saying she shouldn't make up filthy lies. She got raped several times after that, and one time, her mother finally caught them in the act. Blinded by her love for the man, she pointed the blame on Kyoko, saying she was such a slut and that she seduced her stepfather. Unable to take anymore, Kyoko ran away, swearing she would never let another man claim her for his own ever again," Eiji narrated. "She became the most well-known entertainer in the Land of Water after that, the payment for her services ballooning as her experience grew. After she had amassed enough resources, she created The Three Kings. I was one of its first kings."
"So how did you become a king?" the shapely woman asked
The well-built man's eyes appeared distant as he accessed his long-term memory. "I was twenty three when we first met. She was already past thirty then, but she certainly didn't look it," he recounted, "I was a regular at her club, but I couldn't hire her because her price tag was just crazy. I just kept coming back to watch her dance. One particular night, she approached me right after her performance and told me she had noticed me. She took me to her room and we fucked nonstop all night long. For free. It was the best fuck I'd ever had, and she told me I was one of the most gifted lovers she had had, both in terms of physical attributes and skills. She told me she was planning to start a club of her own and that she wanted me in it. I said yes, and I suppose that's that."
"See?" Sakura said, smiling knowingly, "You caught her eye. C'mon! Go for it!"
"You think I haven't tried?" Eiji said, a little sad, "I told you, she swore never to let a man claim her. She fucks whoever she wants, whenever she wants."
The medical-nin didn't push any further and just shrugged. She looked at her watch and noted the hour. She scanned around for a certain tall brown-haired jōnin.
"Have any plans for tonight with our Platinum King?" the good-looking bartender asked as he mixed a grasshopper for yet another customer.
The brunette nodded. "He said he'd be here by nine. It's nearly eleven."
The three kings had returned home at around five that afternoon and the medical-nin, then, beckoned Kiba to her room where she narrated her findings about Lord Hisoka's manor and also informed him about the developments with Sano and the shadow of doubt the former king's words cast upon the true intentions of Kai and Kyosuke. She also told the man about her plans of gathering data in the bar later that evening. The dog-nin had promised to do a little investigation of his own about the two men. With a quick peck and a naughty wink, the brunet left the emerald-eyed kunoichi's room, but not before promising to meet up her at around nine at the bar. Meanwhile, he would build rapport with the two suspicious characters in question. When Sakura left for the bar at around eight that evening, Kiba and Kai were engaged in a virtual combat, zweihander and katana clashing like crazy. Kyosuke was nowhere to be found, likely jacking off in his room, an aberration for the exhibitionist.
"Don't worry," Eiji consoled as he handed over a glass of verdant liquor to the customer, "I'm sure he has his reasons."
Sakura brooded for a while. "Must still be playing that damned game again. I swear, one of these days I'm going to trash those consoles," she muttered, annoyed.
The broad-shouldered man across the counter guffawed. "Now now, there's no need to be so violent," he advised, "Really, Kyosuke and Kai just might commit suicide if they find their video game consoles destroyed."
The former pinkette giggled. "Anyway, it's pretty late," she told Eiji, "I'll be going upstairs now." She opened her handbag and searched for her purse.
"No, no, no…" the older man said, "It's on the house."
'Free lodging, free meals, and now, free drinks…' Inner Sakura enumerated, 'I love this place!'
"Your man will be making us a lot more money than whatever you'll be paying," Eiji explained, "so free-flowing drinks for you."
Sakura shrugged and closed her bag. "If you say so," she conceded. "Well then, good night," she said as she descended from her cushioned seat, "and may you have very erotic dreams of Kyoko."
The golden-eyed stud smiled and shook his head at the younger woman's teasing. "Aw, get outta here, and good night."
The moment the brunette was out of view, the amber-eyed hunk talked to the closest junior bartender. "Ren, I have to take care of a little problem that came up," he whispered, "I won't take too long."
The younger man looked momentarily at Eiji's crotch. "I think you have a big problem," he teased, earning him a good whack on the head. "Can't blame you. The chick's hot. Anyway, knowing you, it'll take a while before you… solve your problem. Don't worry, we'll hold the fort." The former king muttered his thanks and zoomed to the comfort room.
Meanwhile, the emerald-eyed kunoichi walked to the "corridor of princes," giving a small wave and a flirty wink at the heavily built guards stationed there. Most of them already knew her from their comrade's account. From what she had heard, Kyoko had forced the said guard to go on a month-long leave. The Three Kings would take care of the medical expenses, but since it was his lecherous actions that led into the tussle, the leave would be without pay. The two guards regarded her with interest, but were, at the same time, wary of being too openly lustful, lest they suffer the same fate as their perverted pal.
The hokage's apprentice went briskly up the stairs, her black heels making steady tapping noises as they made contact with the polished wood. She produced the key from handbag and promptly entered. She was greeted with the smell of veal. She heard some shuffling in the kitchen. "Jin?" she called out, knowing how much the dog-nin loved cooking the meat. Despite his appearance, the hunky jōnin was actually an exceptional cook, particularly with the proteins.
Instead of the Platinum King, however, it was the Silver King that greeted her. He looked a little taken aback with how made-up the brunette was. "Hey," he greeted after recovering from his astonishment, waving a little and smiling pleasantly.
'Don't you just want to melt when he smiles like that?' the kunoichi's inner self moaned.
'Ugh, you are so coarse,' Sakura scoffed, 'Just minutes ago you were all over Eiji-san.'
'What? Suspicious man or not, you can't fault me when he looks like that,' the imaginary being shot back.
Indeed, Kai looked simply scrumptious wearing only a pair of boxers. The heat of the kitchen had produced a light sheen of sweat that emphasized the strong lines of his well-built body.
'Kami, are these guys forbidden to wear anything more than underwear in this flat?'
Kai blushed and looked at his bare chest. "Oh, um, we're not forbidden to, you know, wear stuff," he muttered, "I'm sorry. Does it disturb you?" He moved to go to his room, presumably to retrieve a shirt.
It was at that time that Sakura realized that she had said the last thought out loud. She mentally slapped her forehead with her palm. "No!" she yelled, a little too strongly at that. The raven-haired man stopped dead in his tracks. "It doesn't, really," Sakura assured him.
"Okay." Kai smiled and returned to his pan.
Inner Sakura sniggered. 'What a strong negative reaction towards getting clothed,' she teased, 'And you said I was coarse.'
The medical-nin mentally silenced the imaginary being. "Is Jin in his room?" she asked, changing the subject.
The dark-haired hunk frowned. "Um, Kyoko-san called for him and Kyosuke," he replied while stirring the contents of the saucepan.
Sakura had figured as much. She wasn't as disturbed this time around, however, remembering Kiba's word of honor that he felt no love for the older woman. She sighed. The information she had gathered would have to wait, no thanks to Kyoko's libido. She took off her heels and leaned against the wall. "What're you making?"
"Dinner," Kai answered concisely, not taking his eyes off the saucepan.
The brunette looked at her watch. "Kai, it's eleven in the evening," she informed him, "Why so late?"
"I finished the role-playing game I've been playing," he chuckled. "It really is quite different with role-playing games. It's so hard to drop the controller because you want to know what happens next. One moment, it was four in the afternoon and I'd just finished working out; the next, it was half past ten. I was so engrossed that I never even felt my stomach grumble."
The kunoichi swiftly pushed aside images of the handsome man pumping iron that threatened to pop in her head lest it induce another near-fatal bout of profuse epistaxis from her inner self. She pursued the other topic. "So, how'd it end?"
"I managed to kill first Dragonborn. Man, he was a tough motherfucker," Kai responded nonchalantly as he checked another pan with greens. After turning off the heat, he lifted his gaze from the stove and saw the confused look on the brunette's face. "Er, that didn't make sense, did it?"
"No, it didn't."
The tall man chuckled. "Sorry," he said, grabbing a small crystal bowl of roux and dumped it into the saucepan before resuming stirring, "I think I have to narrate the plot so you'll understand. You should just play it yourself."
"Er, no thanks," the woman replied, her face scrunching.
The handsome man snickered. "Games really aren't your thing, eh?" he asked, to which the brunette gave an enthusiastic nod. "That's too bad," he added with a sad face, "Quite a number have really interesting stories to tell. The one I just finished had pretty awesome graphics too!"
Sakura couldn't suppress a smile. The cerulean-eyed man held so much wonder in his voice whenever he spoke of video games. He spoke so honestly and sent off a distinct "what you see is what you get" vibe. This only made it harder for her to believe that there was a possibility that this man had ulterior motives for being in The Three Kings. He was like "the boy next door," only ridiculously handsome, ripped, and hung. She closed in on the man and stood behind him.
"Anyway, what exactly will 'dinner' consist of?" the kunoichi asked, startling the ebony-haired man. She took a deep breath. "Smells fantastic," she noted, vaguely aware that the comment applied to both for the meal and the cook. She held onto his left arm to balance herself as she peeked past his broad frame to look at the contents of the different pans.
"O-oh, this is seared chicken breast, asparagus and ravioli in a velouté." Kai seemed so flustered by her proximity, which she found exceedingly adorable.
"My, my… I'm impressed," the kunoichi said, having tasted a similar meal prior in one of the high-end spots in Konoha, "and suddenly very hungry."
The blue-eyed hunk grinned. "There should be enough for three or four people," he said, "and the sauce should be finished in a few minutes. Wait for me at the table?"
"Okay," Sakura agreed, "I'll get some utensils too. I'll just get some better footwear, okay?" She let go of his arm and headed for her room. Upon entering she went straight for the closet, dumping her handbag on the bed on her way. She placed her black stilettos in the shoe rack and found herself some flip-flops. Before returning outside, she passed by the mirror just to make sure that she looked okay. 'Oiliness is next to ugliness,' she mentally recited, remembering her blonde best friend's dictum.
Upon exiting her room, the brunette was surprised to see that Kai had finished plating and was now comfortably seated on the table. Even the red wine was already prepared. 'That was… fast,' she thought. She approached the table and viewed her plate.
Inner Sakura whistled. 'That's prettier than most restaurants we've been to. The guy knows his stuff,' she said, her imaginary mouth watering.
The emerald-eyed kunoichi expected the Silver King to rise from his seat and help her, knowing his chivalrous nature, but surprisingly, the bare-chested man remained seated.
'I think he wanted to be all courteous and crap, dear, but he couldn't,' Inner Sakura teased.
'What?'
'Let's just say Eiji-san wasn't the only king you… excited this night,' the medical-nin' inner being elucidated.
The moment Kai saw the flash of realization on the woman's face, he knew he had been found out. Mortified, he looked down to hide his blush and ended up looking the exact reason for his humiliating situation—the substantial tent in his boxers. "K-kami, I'm really sorry, Mikoto," he sputtered, his blush spreading to his chest, "You must think I'm a total pervert. I'm so sorry. It's just… You look so pretty, a-and you touched me… Kami, this is so embarrassing. I'm such a loser. I'm so s—"
"Kai."
"Y-yes?" the azure-eyed hunk squeaked in a voice that defied his stature. He sank lower into his seat, as if his shame caused him to physically shrink.
"I'm flattered that you find me attractive, really," Sakura said, sporting a faint blush of her own, "so stop apologizing."
"O-okay," Kai said, still not looking at her.
The kunoichi cleared her throat and placed a napkin on her lap. Noting the faint sound of clanging silverware, the raven-haired king started eating as well. Sakura cut the ravioli in quarters and ate a piece. She was unable to suppress a moan as the flavors surged in her mouth.
Kai's erection throbbed at the sound, making him choke on his chicken. He quickly chugged some red wine to rid himself of the obstruction.
"You made the pasta yourself," the medical-nin declared.
Kai nodded.
"It's really good," Sakura commended.
"Thanks."
The former pinkette sliced a bit of the chicken breast, noting how it was juicy and perfectly cooked. She dipped the meat briefly in the velouté before placing it in her mouth.
She gasped.
Kai choked again.
"T-this is really good," the kunoichi mumbled, staring at the contents of her plate. "Where'd you learn to cook like this?"
The Silver King just smiled back. He coughed a few more times. 'Goodness, I'm gonna get pneumonia if this continues,' the twenty-two-year-old thought.
Sakura audibly exhaled. "Kai, you can't keep talking to me with single words like a toddler," she admonished, "Okay, so I touched you, and you got a little… excited. I'm not mad at you, nor do I think you're a pervert. It's a normal, healthy reaction from a normal, healthy, adult male who has hormones. Now, could we please move on?"
"O-okay," the man responded.
Green eyes narrowed at the brevity of the response.
"Er, I mean, thanks for understanding my, uh, situation…" Kai restated.
"There," Sakura smiled, "That's better." She sliced a bit of asparagus and ate it with a slice of chicken. "As I was saying, this is pretty good stuff. Where'd you learn to cook like this?"
"Oh, I just studied it myself," the good-looking man replied, "I certainly didn't have the money to go to culinary school or anything, so I just borrowed books from the public library and, well, tried it out. I turned out to be pretty good at it."
'Perfect answer to dig deeper!' the black-clad woman thought. "That's awesome!" she exclaimed, "If you went to culinary school, I bet you'd be even better. Maybe you should've bugged your parents more about it."
"I couldn't."
"Why?"
Kai paused ever so momentarily. "Because they gave me away."
A pregnant pause.
The kunoichi was unsure as to how to proceed. "I'm so sorry," she managed to say, "I didn't know."
Much to her surprise, the Silver King merely smiled. "It's okay. You couldn't have," he assured her, "I'm really over it, so there's no need to apologize." He took a deep breath. "Anyway, you should finish your food."
Sakura nodded at resumed eating, sneaking occasional glances at the man. 'You shouldn't ask any more tonight,' Inner Sakura advised, 'You'd sound pushy.' The medical-nin concurred.
The sapphire-eyed man seemed to disagree with Sakura's decision, though, as he began talking without the kunoichi asking him.
"My parents were from a fishing village in the Land of Thunder's southern coast," Kai narrated, "They were poor folk, but had nine children, of which I was the youngest. I suppose they just didn't know any better. When I was five, they sold me to my aunt who lived in one of the smaller islands here in the Land of Water so that the rest of the family could get enough money to go to some 'hidden village' somewhere northeast. The economy there was better, they were told."
Sakura remained silent, playing with the last bit of asparagus on her plate.
"Aunt Akane treated me worse than all the other servants she had," the dark-haired man continued, "She didn't even acknowledge me as a relative. She would beat me up often, saying I was too lazy and that she didn't get her money's worth." He paused somewhat before proceeding. "When I was seven, she peddled me to a pedophile."
The medical-nin dropped her fork.
Kai continued narrating as if he heard nothing. "The pedophile paid her good money, I heard. I was quite a looker back then, even as a child," he chuckled dryly, "a bit malnourished, but quite lean, considering all the manual labor I had to do. When Aunt Akane realized that she could make a lot of money with me this way, she tried peddling me again. I ran away before she could, though. I worked different jobs to make ends meet. Fast forward fifteen years and here I am. I think I turned out oka—"
The Silver King stopped abruptly, feeling human contact. His cerulean gaze left his empty plate and zoomed forward and noted the empty seat across him. He looked sideways and found an elegant brown bun on his left shoulder. He also looked down to find flawless arms across his chest.
"I'm sorry I made you remember," came Sakura's muffled apology, her face on the crook of the ebony-haired man's neck.
"It's your turn to stop apologizing." Kai took a deep breath and shuddered as he took in the brunette's intoxicating smell. The feel of her silky skin against his sent pulses of heat and electricity through his entire body. His colossal manhood was so hard it was almost painful. "You should go," he managed to pant, "I'll clean up."
Despite her objections, Sakura did not openly argue. She extricated herself from Kai and rounded the table. She picked up her wine glass and finished the small amount of remaining liquid in one gulp. She looked at the blue-eyed hunk and spoke. "Well, that was a delightful meal. I'll have to burn all the calories tomorrow, though, since I'll go straight to sleep," she joked, attempting to lighten the mood. "Good night." She turned and started walking away.
"Mikoto…"
"Hmm?" the emerald-eyed kunoichi stopped abruptly in front of her door and faced the Silver King once more.
"I made some panna cotta earlier for dessert, but it hasn't quite set yet," the azure-eyed hunk stated, "Maybe you'd like to have that for breakfast tomorrow. Just look for it in the fridge."
The brunette placed her hands on her waist and made an angry face. "I swear, Kai, I think you're trying to make me fat."
Panic crept into the ebony-haired man's handsome face at the sight of the beautiful woman's frown. "W-what? N-no! Of course n—"
"I was kidding," Sakura said, the fury melting instantaneously into a grin, "You should loosen up a little."
Kai exhaled a sigh of relief. "Oh."
"Anyway, I look forward to it," the medical-nin finished, "I'm sure it'll be as good as your amatriciana yesterday and your fancy meal today. Sleep tight." She smiled and waved before disappearing past the threshold.
Once in her room, the brown-haired kunoichi ambled lazily to her bed and unceremoniously jumped face-first into the soft mattress, not bothering to change or shower. "I am so sleepy," she moaned into her pale blue sheets.
'Well, your blood is pooling in your splanchnic vessels since you just ate, so knowing human physiology, it's quite understandable," Inner Sakura said. 'Kiba will probably visit you later, though.'
The emerald-eyed kunoichi giggled. "Don't worry. I'm always ready for Kiba," she reassured her inner self. She scooted over to one side of the bed and allowed an arm to search blindly for the bedside lamp's switch. With a satisfying click, darkness enveloped the room, signaling the end of what had been a very long day.

The day wasn't over for a certain blue-eyed hunk, though.
The moment the beautiful brunette closed her door, the aroused man dashed for his own room. Once safely inside, Kai stripped of his boxers and hissed as the ten-and-a-half-inch beast between his thighs sprang free. He looked idly at his cock, noting the copious pre-cum dripping from the tip. Without delay, he smeared the clear fluid over his whole length, cursing as his palm rubbed deliciously against the sensitive head.
He rushed to his bed and allowed himself to lay supine. He grasped his glistening unit with his left hand and began to slowly slide it up and down the thick shaft, occasionally focusing on the sensitive head. His right hand roamed his well-built body, caressing his nipples, his balls and everything in between. The languid pace did not last, though, as his rhythm quickly accelerated into a rapid pace. The emerald-eyed beauty had built such tremendous pressure in his loins that it required immediate release, lest he go mad. Luck, however, was not on his side.
It was only after nearly half an hour of furious pounding and thrusting that he began to feel that all-too familiar sensation of an impending orgasm. He writhed at his self-stimulation, reveling in the delicious friction he produced as he slid his gargantuan rod in and out of the tunnel formed by his hands. With release mere moments away, Kai sped up even more, his hips a blur as it moved up and down at an unbelievable speed. The sheer power and speed of his thrusts were such that the sapphire-eyed stud swore he felt as though he was making the whole room shake. He closed his eyes and imagined what the gorgeous brunette would look like in orgasm.
"Ah!" Kai cried out, the sensual image finally breaking the final wall to his much-needed release. His glistening, sweat-soaked body shook in rapture as the pressure at the base of his cock exploded into a series of scalding pulsations. A torrent of thick cum surged from within him, his powerful loins propelling the scorching-hot juice onto the wall above his head. His right hand shot upward, seemingly desperate to find something to hold on as his orgasm threatened to consume him. It found itself on the edge of the pillow upon which his head rested. His strong biceps bulged scrumptiously, his hand wringing the pitch-black fabric as he continued to ride out his peak.
When the pleasure finally receded, the Silver King's intense blue eyes opened and he found himself predictably soaked in sweat and semen. His eyes traveled up to his headboard and wall and found them in a similar state, no thanks to his intense peak. "Wow," he panted, "That's the most mind-blowing orgasm I've had in quite a while."
When his breathing had steadied, he rose from the bed and went to the bathroom to take a quick shower. Once more presentable, he rummaged his closet for a pair of boxer briefs and pair of loose, smiley-covered shorts. "At least a hard-on wouldn't be as obvious with these on," he muttered, putting the items on. Kai usually slept in the nude, meaning the two items would go straight into the hamper in a few minutes, but he didn't want to risk developing another tent in front of the lovely brunette should she happen to go out wearing an exceptionally sexy piece of lingerie.
He felt his briefs tighten in an instant.
"Damn it," Kai mumbled angrily at himself. He looked at his crotch and noted that his bulge was still very evident, proving his earlier theory to be false. He sighed. It seemed that there simply was no solution to his problem.
On his way out, he took a quick glance at his room. He frowned a little at his own mess. It would have to wait, though, for he had dishes and pans to scrub.
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