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Innocence	By : Night_Being Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female > Itachi/Sakura Views: 10537 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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Warnings: ANGST, Fingering, M/F, Minor2, Rape, Work In Progress

Another day was promptly gone and the inn fell under the cover of a cold night. His room was mostly dark, illuminated by a single stripe of light coming from the hall, with a wide futon and a calm, naked figure spread silently on it.
Itachi tightly listened to the sounds in the adjoining bedroom. Positioned on his back, partly covered by a soft ivory colored blanket and with eyes pinned on the ceiling he could hear every rustle of her bed sheets as the girl was restlessly trying to find the right spot for sleep. He knew exactly what she was feeling, because he was experiencing the same craving too, although in a much stable state. Not an hour ago he was trying to find the desired release in the shower, but despite achieving orgasm, his treacherous body was decided that his hand was simply not enough. It longed for the warmth of human flesh – her warmth.
One particularly heavy sigh found its way to Itachi's sensitive ears. After playing it in his head once more, he came to a realization that her tone had actually really close to determination. And he didn't particularly like where this was going. Although what came next was even more surprising.
Hushed steps of her bare feet crossing the square floor and then muffled slid of the door approached his senses. Closing his eyes with defeat, he secretly wished she got hungry or thirsty and that Sakura will merely walk past his room and continue on. But in the next few seconds he cruelly found out how much he had been mistaken.
"Itachi? Are you up?" her soft voice strolled along his spine. Sakura wasn't the only one who shivered under the effect of her lover's words. Itachi experienced the same wave of chills every time she spoke. But was he going to fake sleep? Or was he actually going to answer?
He was just too weak. "I'm up," was the quiet verdict.
Silence.
Did she come with a plan? Or did she expect him to invite her in? He opened his eyes and secretly peeked on her figure nervously leaning onto the door frame. She must have been on the verge of passing out because he could hear the erratic breathing and the rushed pace of her heart.
"I was just…" she swallowed nervously, "thinking," her tone failed again and Sakura had to inhale deeply to be able to continue. “My wound was aching a little and I was just wondering if you could look at it, maybe,” she finished her sentence hastily and bending her neck she propped the side of her head onto the door frame along with the rest of her body. Faint thud of her skull meeting the wood was the only thing that reached her clouded ears as an answer.
Wound. Of course. The wound on her back, the one she had healed during the cruise many days ago. She had probably long forgotten about it, but he remembered it perfectly. And if he hadn't asked her about it this morning during breakfast, she wouldn't have even thought about it, now she only used it against him, like a true woman.
So a plan it was then. That meant she must have been indeed preparing herself for this approach for some time. Of course he could just tell her she is a medic nin and that she is pretty capable of taking care of that herself. But did he really wanted to chase her away?
When he hesitated for too long, Sakura spoke again. "I know I'm a medic, but your Sharingan could help, if you wouldn't mind and…" she let the sentence disappear, but her point was clear.
Itachi had to admit that she outsmarted him in this. He had nothing to say, nothing that could contribute her request. He could refuse to help her, but his strength and will abandoned him. Looking at the little feminine silhouette brightened by the golden light from the hallway, with her pastel pink hair and heavenly blue bath robe made from the thinnest material, he found it impossible to deprive her of any desire she could come up with.
While Itachi remained mute, taunting her anxious senses, Sakura was hovering in her spot like the most beautiful dream, her nervous aura joining her purity in a fragile but deadly combination. He couldn't help but surrender, the calling for her proximate presence was stronger. Despite all the convictions of his sane mind, he decided to play this little game with her. "Sure. Come here," he said gently.
Sakura's steps were slower than before, and he also took his time to sit up on the wide bed. Itachi shifted aside to make more room for her. She hesitantly knelt down on the mattress, turning her back towards him, then wavered for a while; probably waiting. After few agonizingly long seconds, movement in her shoulders indicated that she began to shakily untie the knot on the belt of her robe. Itachi felt his heart skip a beat, realizing that she just started to undress before his very eyes. Though he managed to keep his breathing steady for now, her anxiety was clearly visible as her whole body shivered when the tension of her actions was conclusively reaching her brain. But she was here and that alone was something that actually made him speechless.
The silk material smoothly slid from her shoulders, exposing him the naked skin on her back, then collected itself around her waist. Even in the gloomy room he could notice the narrow white line of her cut – everything that was left after a nasty wound. She healed it perfectly, but he activated his Sharingan nevertheless, wanting to imprint the image of her innocence deep into his memory.
His jaw inadvertently clenched and for a while he tensed the muscles in his chest to cool his lungs that started to burn, demanding more air as his heart picked up its pace. Chasing away the yearning for more was gradually becoming unthinkable and the must to touch her kept on returning like an annoying fly. But he had promised, after all… and he truly wanted to keep that promise. He truly did…
"It looks alright." Itachi resisted the urge to clear his throat and continued. "There's only a small scar left, but that will heal on its own in time."
The longer she sat there, teasingly displaying her porcelain skin for his always needy eyes, the harder it became to push aside the urges he was trying to ignore. She breathed in and out, and for a split of a second he desperately hoped that she would simply walk away now. But those hopes were crushed.
"How big is it?" she asked, her timid voice shivering with anticipation.
And he was trapped. Consumed by the purity that resonated from every inch of her surface like the most beautiful light.
Itachi wished for nothing else but to raise his hand and bring her closer to him, to claim her wanton flesh. And she probably knew that very well. That's why she was here in the first place, practically offering him her body on a silver platter, and he found incredibly hard to withstand the pressure of his own lust spreading into every cell of his being.
He measured the scar. "About…"
"S-Show me," her voice trembled notably when she tried to rise it, only a little, but it was enough to interrupt him.
There was no going back.
Without a word his hand drifted through the dense air and after what seemed like an eternity, two fingers gently landed on the top of her shoulder, then moving down he sluggishly strolled them along the line of her cut. The dim light in the room was enough to enliven her soft skin and reveal the tiny muscles behind it dance under his touch. Her head fell forward when he stopped at the end whilst her spine was already tensed and prepared to arch any minute.
She let out a shaky breath before speaking again. "D-Don't s-stop."
He never really intended to, Sakura broke him. Her innocence shattered his mastery of control like it was nothing.
And at that moment, she didn't have to tell him twice either, he was already kneeling behind her, replacing the two fingers with his whole palm that went around her waist and then began to play with the knot she had loosened before. His own head leaned down to her shoulder with a defeated sigh and Itachi granted it several delicate kisses on the smooth surface, savoring her sweetness. Rewarded by a set of the gentlest moans he grabbed the belt and with a short swish dragged it away and tossed it aside. Then lapping his tongue he tasted her skin from her shoulder to the back of her neck and up. He end up nuzzling his nose in her rosy hair and purred in delight.
"You make it really hard to keep a promise," Itachi hummed and she panted and shivered in response as his voice quivered along her spine.
Sakura inhaled chaotically, the heat between her legs was quickly becoming unbearable, she wanted more, needed more, she came for more. "I-I don't want you…" a hopeless gasp "to keep that promise." She managed to finish her sentence right before his fingers gently attacked her wrists and moved her arms away from her bare chest that she had been modestly hiding. The bath robe slid down from her forearms and soon followed the belt into the corner of the room. Itachi didn't wait for more signs and returned his full attention to the trembling girl in his embrace. He pecked the velvet skin on her nape and tensely listened to her humble pants.
They were both naked, both kneeling. Itachi with legs spread just enough so Sakura's smaller figure could be comfortably placed between them, with her back mildly pressed into his chest. He let his hands greedily traveled down her sides, copying the perfect line of her lean figure and then back up.
"Tell me," he swept his lips over the shell of her ear. "What do you want then?" whilst saying his question he moved his palms and cupped her breasts.
She jerked visibly from the unexpected stroke of arousal and now it were Sakura's fingers which promptly wrapped themselves around Itachi's wrists. She didn't want to drive him away, not in the slightest, but she urgently needed to hold onto something when the wave of bliss devoured her. She managed to cry out several senseless words and then her torso leaned completely into Itachi's chest as she surrendered to him, ultimately.
He didn't wait for the answer and rolling her nipples between his fingers he gradually drew out more of her lustful cries. He knew very well that she is currently unable to recognize taunting from an actual satisfaction and he enjoyed the desperation in her timid voice as she was powerless to protest against his teasing. The flood of excitement cruising through her freely as her thighs were instinctively spreading inch by inch, demanding his attention in her center.
But as much as he didn't expect her to come to him tonight, he also had no idea she would actually respond to his previous question. It seemed like she was trying to say those words for a while, but her erratic breathing and his unstoppable fondling of those two soft mounds and playing with her pink tops were preventing her brain from working properly. Only when his palms stopped for a while and rested on her body while he kept his lips busy on her shoulder, she suddenly found her lost voice. "I-I want to… be yours," she whispered; so mildly that Itachi wasn't sure if he didn't go crazy and wasn't having hallucinations.
He hummed into her skin with approval and while recollecting his thoughts his fingers secretly crept from her chest to the back, then pushing into her behind he stealthily forced her to bend forward. Sakura placed her palms on her knees to gain stability when a new wave of shivers rode her flesh as Itachi began to gently pet her back, slowly exploring every single backbone on her spine.
She actually felt like bursting into tears every second, the subtle attention of his caresses bringing her at the brink of destruction. "Please," she wailed, helplessly signaling him to stop torturing her.
Itachi took her by her shoulders and pressed their bodies closer. "Say it again," he growled into her ear.
She gave in without hesitation. "Please." A satisfied purr revealed her that she indeed fulfilled his command. Or maybe…
"Not that," he said after a while and buried his nose in her hair again. "The other thing." Although hearing her beg so obediently was more than rewarding, it wasn't what he craved to hear.
Other thing? How could she possibly remember the other thing when she wasn't even sure if she could recall her own name? But then something clicked. "–yours, I want to be yours," she finally managed to cry out, but only because he waited with his fingers and gave her brain a chance to recover from the mist of desire.
He gathered her into his arms in an instant, wrapped his strong hands around her whole upper body and squeezed her in a warm embrace with lips firmly pressed onto her neck. The gesture itself so intimate that she felt as if her world just shattered into pieces and the single thing holding her together were Itachi’s strong arms. Her mind was able to perceive only the steady pushes of his breaths into her back as he inhaled the aroma of her skin all over again.
For this moment he let himself melt deep into her, let his soul fully drown in her light and for the first time in an eternity, he was truly happy.
But still very greedy…
"Do you want me to take you?" he whispered to her, moving his head from side to side, strolling his lips in the juncture of her nape and reveling in the feeling of her submission.
"Y-Yes," she shuddered helplessly under that feather of a touch.
"To have you?" he asked again and while his left hand stayed firmly wrapped around her chest, his right hand petted down her belly and between her thighs where the pads of his warm fingers softly brushed over her nether lips.
Her second yes was louder and filled with searing need for more of his attention. He genuinely enjoyed her rising madness and the desperate cries that clawed out of her throat in an unstable intervals. But what he wanted even more was to feel her coming undone with his own hand and in his tight embrace. Not waiting another second, he applied just enough pressure when his middle finger strolled up and he gently steeped into her dripping warmth, continuing its path and stopping only when he found her swollen clit. These actions were immediately rewarded by one prolonged moan and her whole body tensed for a few seconds before her arching spine pressed her back even more into his strong chest. He didn't mind the burden. After all, she was so much smaller than him, so much more vulnerable and so alarmingly fragile.
"Itachi…" her voice called out his name, she had no idea what was happening to her. In one moment all the heat in her body gathered itself in one single place and in the other she felt the heat explode under his soft touch. Of course as a medic she knew the human anatomy and she vaguely heard about the most sensitive spot on woman body, but this… ecstasy… this was something she had never even dreamt about. And while his finger kept on gently rubbing that little pink pearl, a new waves of sparkles attacked her abdomen and she hooked her hands over the forearm horizontally holding her torso from falling apart. Her hips responded to his movements and she followed every single stroke with a light roll.
"Is this what you’ve come for?" he purred into her ear while he added another finger and instead of up and down he began to draw tiny circles over the sensitive bundle of nerves.
She wasn't able to respond verbally, so she just nodded and let him do as he wanted with her.
As if all that wasn't enough, his steady voice added even more tension into her already insane flesh. "Come on, Sakura, show me how you like it. Tell me that you're mine…"
She felt like exploding every second, not having a clue about how long he was torturing her, teasing her. It could be minutes but it as well could be hours. She had no idea and he kept on. Increasing the pressure then lightening his touch, widening the circles and then again massaging only that one single point.
Itachi slowed the caressing, giving her some time to gather her thoughts and fulfill his wish. And as if she could read his mind, her already parted lips inhaled for a shaky sentence. "I-I'm yours."
He rewarded her with a set of sweet kisses on her tensed neck. "Good. Now say it again."
"I-I'm y-yours," she let out breathlessly while the two wicked fingers returned to their round moves. She would say anything, just to make him continue.
"Again and don't stop," he commanded and squeezed her chest in his grasp.
"I'm yours… yours. I'm yours…" Even when her body trembled as the arousal was unbearable, she went on chanting the one sentence that forced her brain to black out. "–yours… I'm yours."
She was close, he could tell by the way her entire figure squirmed and rattled.
"Yes, you're mine," he growled, praying for this very moment to last for the rest of his life. "You're mine and I will make you scream."
That last word was her line… clenching her long sealed eyelids she felt her muscles violently contract and if he hadn't held her tightly in his arms, she would probably fell over. With one loud ‘yours’ the orgasm rushed through her, while his fingers didn't left the safe place on her rosy pearl; prolonging her pleasure. He gently stimulated her until she roughly twitched for the first time, signaling that her clit had enough. Then he simply enjoyed the pulsing in her hot core and waited.
Itachi gritted his teeth, feeling the juices leak out of her. He grew restless to reach the moment he would bury his hard length into her wet insides. As soon as she would recover her senses from her first climax he would join their bodies in one. This was not the end… he intended to make this night last as long as possible, or at least as long as she would be able to enjoy his ministrations, because deep down he knew that it might be the last one in a very long time.
Sakura relaxed into his safe embrace and panted heavily, trying to gather her scattered thoughts. Her legs jerked inadvertently when his fingers left her oversensitive bud and strolled down so one of them could tease her entrance with shallow plunges.
"I-Itachi… I… can't… p-please."
A new wave or lust raided her flesh. Different than the first as he changed the place of interest. She had no idea what she is pleading him to do. To stop? To take her? As his finger kept on steeping into her with this torturing manner she decided on the latter.
He shushed her. "Don't worry, Sakura… just enjoy yourself," he whispered softly into her ear, knowing that now she was fully listening as her orgasm blurred senses gradually became focused again. "It's not like you can do anything about it, anyway." He added, more to himself than her, but she responded with a small chuckle. He was right. She truly was helpless, but the moment she submitted to him she acknowledged the fact that her body didn’t belong to her. For now it was unconditionally his.
The longer he kept on taunting her like this, the longer he denied himself the pleasurable warm of her dripping cavern as well. And in this moment, when his finger was drowning in all the moisture, he grew restless just as she did. Sakura squirmed and wriggled in his embrace, demanding to be filled by Itachi’s precious tool. And who he was to decline her such a demand?
While his right hand lurked from between her thighs up her leg and then down to prop her butt, his left hand released her from the embrace and strolled down to join the right one. Itachi lifted Sakura's bottom in the air and easily arranged her on all four.
A shiver of anticipation wandered down her spine when a top of his groin was pressed against her opening. She figured what was going to happen and a wave of excitement consumed her as she imagined trying a new position. How would it feel? From the encounters before, she came to a realization that the more vulnerable settle she found herself in, the deeper he was able to get. And it drove her insanely aroused.
He knew that she was still very new to all this, so he didn't push her and while firmly holding her by her lean hips he waited when those tensed walls would allow him to fully join their bodies together. Followed by her cries and moans he softly slid inside and with every other ease in her muscles he buried himself deeper. A low growl resonated in his chest when he finally plunged all his erection within and Sakura responded with a relieved pant.
She couldn't recall being stretched this thoroughly any time before and the delightful strain in her center made her clutch the sheets under her palms and arch her spine as much as she could. And then when she thought that it couldn't get any better, he gently moved, retreating and then filling her again… and again. After several long protracted dives her hands began to shake wildly as the control over her own limbs was inevitably floating away. The urge and craving for another climax quickly consuming her senses.
Luckily, Itachi noticed, though it could hardly be a surprise with his observational skills and the way his eyes were fixated on her every tremble. He moved one hand from her hip down to her neck and forcefully arching her back he pulled her up. Her body was light and flexible and with his strength it was effortless for him to do as he pleased. Sakura reacted with a slightly choked gasp when his fingers wrapped themselves around her neck and her hands hurled to catch them. But he wasn't squeezing it with a threatening intention, just holding and providing her torso with so much needed support while his shaft drove her slowly into an oblivion.
And he continued on teasing her body, taunting her to the edge once more. Though this time she didn't mind at all and let her sanity disappear. Not even when she felt his lips softly taste the soft surface on her shoulder as he leaned closer to her. His hot breath blew over her skin after each and every kiss as he was gasping for air, needing the release as much as she did.
Every one of her cries and moans was repaid with Itachi's growl or groan and his other hand guided her hips and buried its nails into her flesh. He wished for nothing more but to hear her scream again. She was so responsive to his every move that he could hardly hold in his thoughts together, he simply let them run free and the desire for control over her body and soul consumed him instantly.
One unexpectedly rough thrust automatically drew out a startled yelp and he smirked into her skin and repeated the process several times to let her know that the pace has changed. Her cries grew louder as he was unavoidably bringing her to another climax. The palm on her hip stroller down and its fingers brushed over her parted nether lips to give her a hint of what he was planning to do.
He eased the pace. "Do you trust me?" his voice was husky but still somehow gentle.
She could hardly collect the answer, so she simply nodded.
"Then say it,” he demanded hoarsely.
She answered shakily. "I-I trust you."
Itachi didn't need any more reassurance and while the squeeze over her neck intensified, he picked up the pace again, thrusting harder into her, forcing her to produce several choked screams and pleads. Itachi felt that he wasn’t going to last very long. To make her climax instantly and let her enjoy one more moment of bliss, he let the hand hovering over her core press its fingers on her still perceptive clit while his thrusting did the rest of the job, stimulating her and immediately driving her body over the edge.
His jaw clenched and every muscle in his body tensed just so he would avoid his own orgasm when her walls embraced him tightly with all their might as she rode the never-ending waves of ecstasy. He felt the addictive power he had over her while groping his fingers around her neck and depraving her from the much needed oxygen. And deep inside it scared him. But her submission was like a drug.
It took many seconds and when she was already gasping for air, he released her neck and Sakura fell back on all four and then folded her weakened hands under her forehead, panting heavily and burying her face into the mattress under them. But their connection was never interrupted and she could still feel his hard length eagerly pulsing deep within her. She was too tired to stop him so she just caught her breath, letting the surprise float pass her. Though she didn't regret coming to him for a second, not like she would have time for that anyway, since her brain was violated in the sweetest way along with the blissful torture on her body.
Itachi grabbed her possessively by the hips once more and when he found her in a suitable state he thrusted into her still wet warmth again. He spied as she turned her face to the side to get more air and her eyes widened with every other harsh plunge. Seeing her as a victim vulnerably lying under him was hypnotizing, the hunger exploded in its full force and he craved for nothing more but to make her scream with pleasure, again. Cause her to squeal so much that she would lose her voice with his name on her tongue.
Although he might be sorry later, at this moment his wicked side was stronger. "Give me your hands," he ordered darkly.
Despite the fog clouding her brain, she obediently stretched her arms for him to take a hold of them. Such a fragile and naive creature and he wished for nothing more but to wreck her. The more she gave herself to him, the more he yearned to ravage her flesh and abuse her mind. He grasped both of her elbows and pulled her torso up, giving her face more space for breathing and his hips more force for thrusting.
The strain in her spine, the grip around her elbows and the burning in her throat along with the odd sensual pain in her core made her eyes water with desperate tears. She didn't know what to do, how to prevent him from squeezing another climax from her exhausted body. But despite the hopelessness, she didn't want him to stop. Not for a moment.
"Go on, Sakura, scream for me," he growled while pummeling her fiercely.
And she carried his command without hesitation, shrieking his name, more pleads and then just some senseless words.
But he couldn't last too long without his own release, the dominance over her drove him mad. He folded her numb arms on her back and pressed her hard into the soft mattress, with one hand pushing her lower and the other holding her hips steady. His climax was too close and from the way her inner muscles contracted, he knew she isn't far from her third orgasm as well.
"Itachi please!" she yelled as the burden on her back reached the limit and he could see tears rolling from behind her clutched eyelids. Like a predator taking its prey he thrusted roughly several times before finally exploding into her hot core. She followed him immediately and her whole body trembled under the intense agony from her exhaustive climax. He plunged her a few times while he still could. And only after she rode out her orgasm he finally released her completely from the grip.
He let his body fell on the side next to her and with eyes partly closed observed as Sakura did the same and easing her sore limbs she buried her face into the blanket crumbled beneath her. A wave of guilt stroke through his mind when Itachi recollected his senses and although his hands felt tired, he reached for the small gasping girl and gathered her relaxed flesh in his embrace.
"I'm sorry," he whispered, hiding her safely in his arms. "I'm so sorry, Sakura."
"It's – it's alright," she purred gently and snuggled closer to his warm chest, feeling the pace of his heart slowing until it stabilized.
"I'm sorry. I didn't meant to hurt you," he repeated madly as if he wasn't listening and covered her cheek with several soft kisses.
She chuckled and caught his lips in a delicate peck. "You didn't," Sakura hummed into his mouth. Hoping that he might finally hear her this time.
It was strange, to have him hold her so tenderly after he had just claimed her flesh so harshly, but it was needed, she thought. And the sensation of Itachi losing his ever cool demeanor and breaking her body in such manner was strangely soothing. She felt somehow special, she felt like she belonged somewhere, to someone – him. Not in an obsessively selfish way, because she still wasn't his property and he knew that very well, they both knew, but in a sweet protective kind of way. He was the only one allowed to claim her like this and she was the only one who could see his weaknesses. Sakura already realized that the connection they two shared was one of a kind, that no-one ever will make her feel like he did. Not physically, because it wasn't just about sex, but emotionally. Though she still couldn't explain it properly, it just made her feel – wanted.
"How can I ever make it up to you?" he whispered with the pain from what just happened still lingering in his voice.
"Just hold me." Sakura melted in his safe arms and it didn't take long before she happily drifted away into the world of dreams.
Itachi felt her body relax and he believed that if she could, she would probably soak into him right now. If he was to take a kunai and hold it on her neck, she would simply let him. He could almost see her green, innocent eyes blinking at him, without any hint of fear... that much she trusted him and though it was scary, he was left mesmerized. Sakura not just evoked long forgotten emotions in him, she put her own life into his hands, her heart and her very soul. Despite his reputation she chose to be his and he couldn't describe how grateful he was that a creature so pure and beautiful was willing to share a connection with someone so dark and devious like him.
He peeked down on her peaceful face. A tiny smile played on her delicate features and he couldn't help but smile as well. As much as he held her soul in his hands, she held his heart in hers.
His Sakura. His light. His redemption. His love.
Itachi guarded her sound slumber for many hours. Not being able to tear his eyes from her. He covered them both and kept on holding her until she shifted in her sleep and slipped out from his embrace. A shadow fell on his face when he realized just how much time they have spent here. It was more than a week and according to his calculations, the rescue team from her village could be here any day now.
It was almost time.
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