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Secrets of the Hidden Leaf	By : Sessakag Category: Naruto > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 114078 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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Chapter List
- 1-One
- 2-Two
- 3-Three
- 4-Four
- 5-Five
- 6-Six
- 7-Seven
- 8-Eight
- 9-Nine
- 10-Ten
- 11-Eleven
- 12-Twelve
- 13-Thirteen
- 14-Fourteen
- 15-Fifteen
- 16-Sixteen
- 17-Seventeen
- 18-Eighteen
- 19-Chapter Nineteen
- 11
- 12
- 13
Chapter Twelve

May 26, 2011

Hinata circled a miniature spoon along the porcelain rim of a steaming mug of coffee, watching the ensuing tan and brown swirls with unseeing eyes. Seated in one of the modestly decorated receiving rooms of the Hyuuga compound, her mind couldn’t be further away. The pretty kunoichi was consumed with anticipation of the impending sexual escapade arranged for the evening.
Her mind mulling over the revealing outfit waiting for her at home.
The contents of Naruto’s package were as embarrassing as they were titillating. A blatantly sexual, perverted costume that complimented the deviant tryst she’d initiated. Silky midnight fabric, matching six inch platform stilettos and cute fluffy accessories created a kinky ensemble that dampened her panties and twisted her insides in knots.
A light dusting of pink tinged her cheeks.
It was a scandalous piece of lingerie.
Timid by nature, the getup was poised to test her modest sensibilities. Challenge her to shed the restrictions imposed by ‘polite’ society and lure her even further from the conservative doctrines she’d been raised to follow. There wasn’t any way that she could see to reconcile the burgeoning salacious nature of her relationship with the traditionalism her Hyuuga blood demanded.
Her choice came down to two.
Bow to the Clan or please her lover.
A shiver smoothed up her spine.
In this respect, it wasn’t a hard decision for her to make…
She wanted to please him....
“...nata.”
Lust coiled in the pit of her stomach, pale thighs clenching beneath the hard wood table. Pleasing the blonde Uzumaki was more than enough of an incentive to brave the scanty apparel, despite the nerves churning her insides. His casual acceptance of her request followed by the dictate at the end of his note had left her primed and excited, shyness aside.
Still, she had a couple of hours to stew, to gather her courage.
A smattering of time to go all in or chicken out.
Desire simmered in her veins, throbbing need puckering her nipples beneath the fabric of her dress. It was disconcerting, walking around in such a heightened state of arousal but not unwelcome. Anticipation was a natural cure for the skittishness holding her hostage.
Hard to cloak yourself in reluctance when your clit was screaming for attention...
“Hinata.”
With the introduction of this new kink, she could only imagine what else he had in the other packages now stashed in the hall closet.
A closet she was forbidden to touch.
Naruto had made clear she was not to open any more of his purchases, giving her a mulligan on the top suit and hat she’d dressed his dick in.
Sneaking a peek with her Byakugan was also a no-no.
His reasoning for the decree?
He wanted to keep her guessing about the next enhancement of their sex life and explained that some of the stuff he bought would work better if she didn’t know it was coming. What he meant by that, she couldn’t fathom, but the cryptic words had only stoked her curiosity and apprehension.
What else did he buy?
More explicit outfits?
Dildos made of different material and textures like the ones on the shelves of the Erotic Blossom?
Perhaps even a pretty collar of her own?
Hinata crossed her legs, a sharp pang of lust sliding along her aching clit.
A thick leather leash to-
“Hinata!”
The spoon rattled, wide lilac orbs shooting to stern white. Hiashi’s withered face was arranged in a familiar expression of disapproval. Despite its churlish severity, the look lacked the malice of her childhood. The frown at his lips, the furrow between his brows more in line with concern than anger. They’d come a long way in the years past and at any other juncture, the expression would have heartened and soothed her childhood scars, but at the moment, it was a rude awakening. The censure of his visage was more than sufficient in cooling her rampant ardor, akin to pouring a bucket of frigid water over her head.
“You are inattentive this evening, Hinata,” he stated, giving her a spearing study, “That’s not like you at all. What has you so distracted?”
“S-s-sorry, father,” she stammered, fighting the blistering red rapidly engulfing her face, “I just…have a lot on my mind.”
A lot on her mind.
Filthy, lust inducing things that had her creaming in her seat. Ears aflame, drowning in a sea of embarrassment, Hinata turned her gaze back to her scalding beverage, suddenly finding the swirls in her cup unbearably fascinating.
Panting over the upcoming fulfillment of a sexual fantasy was hardly appropriate when sitting across from one’s father.
Awkward was too tame a description to encompass how she felt.
Rattled and extremely uncomfortable, Hinata shoved aside the naughty thoughts in pursuit of the reasons that had brought her to the compound in the first place.
“A lot on you mind?”
She nodded, setting aside her mug.
“I’ve gone over the notes from today’s meetings and want to review some of the of the information with you, father..”
Hiashi inclined his head, signaling for her to begin.
Discussing Clan affairs and finances was the quickest, most efficient method of putting the elderly Hyuuga in a good mood. He liked seeing his heir express interest in the functioning of the Clan. Was pleased when she took the initiative to review important decisions made in meetings she would one day have to attend in his stead. Hiashi in a good mood would be helpful when she dropped the bomb later.
Father and daughter spent half an hour mulling over potentially lucrative business ventures, contemplated new training techniques and assessed the effectiveness of the experimental shuriken ordered six months ago before she steered the conversation in a familiar direction.
Sasuke’s pardon.
“I will not change my stance at this point in time,” Hiashi warned when she expressed approval for the decision he and many other leaders had come to, “I firmly believe the Uchiha have proven themselves too dangerous to be allowed free roam but I will allow that a second chance to disabuse us of that notion would not be remiss. Naruto has vouched for him and in light of all he has done to protect this village, despite my misgivings, we are willing to trust his judgement in this. Thanks to his reputation and your own efforts, the leadership council has agreed to a probationary period before a decision will be made on the details of a pardon.”
It was a significant concession, one she’d been working hard to push the stringent Clan head towards for weeks. Since beginning her campaign to help Naruto pave the way to amnesty for the disgraced Uchiha, she had began to wonder what level of influence she had with the man who raised her. His resistance and rebuffs leaving her to believe she held little sway at all.
His assent was a soothing balm to that needling worry, the pride in his voice warming her chest.
Despite the arguing of last week, she could tell he was proud that she’d stood her ground.
She was proud of herself as well.
A year ago she wouldn’t have thought to oppose her father, her Clan, on anything. She was beginning to build confidence, starting to amplify her voice in way she had never really wanted to.
She glanced at her father’s profile.
Nerves tightened her gut.
Even so, she had a long way to go.
‘Confidence.’ she reminded herself internally.
“F-father…I’d like to speak on a more personal note.”
She fidgeted as his sharp gaze focused on her, bumping her fingers beneath the table, eyes straying everywhere but on the man across from her.
“Continue.” he prompted.
“Well…,” she hesitated, “Naruto-kun and I spoke the other day and…we’ve decided to move in together.”
Heavy silence met the announcement.
Lilac peeked beneath thick black lashes, tracing the rigid form at the other end of the table, keen eyes reading the body language of her traditionalist parent. Hiashi’s mug hovered inches from his lips, the subtle stiffening of his shoulders a bullhorn of displeasure. The soft spoken Hyuuga knew her father well, had watched and studied for years as a child often did with a strict parent. She knew his mannerisms like the back of her hand. Could read the thought processes taking place across from her, as he took a slow, deliberate sip of his coffee.
That sip was a play for time.
Giving him a moment to contemplate his next choice of words, to construct an argument that would dissuade her from a decision he, and many others she was sure, objected to.
Hiashi set his cup on the dark oak, chest rising and falling before meeting her eyes.
“The Clan will disapprove, Hinata and I cannot say I am not of a like mind. Not this time.”
It was hardly a surprise that he wouldn’t side with her nor was it shocking that, despite declining to oppose her decision to continue her relationship outside the bounds of Hyuuga propriety, that this was as far as his tolerance would stretch. The elderly Hyuuga head had been very lenient and understanding in spite of the balking of their more conventional clansmen and women. That he listened and made allowances for his eldest daughter was a testament to their mended relationship. A symptom of the mutual respect they held for one another after the long, unhealthy, angst filled kinship they’d had during her girlhood years.
“I have supported your relationship because of the feelings you hold for Naruto and the authenticity of his character. He has become a hardworking, honorable young man and a great hero to our village that would I would welcome as son-in-law should the culmination of your relationship result in a union, however there are limits to what I will or will not support, Hinata,” Hiashi told her, “I cannot approve of you shacking up with a man you are neither married nor engaged to. That is not the daughter, the heiress to the Hyuuga name, that I raised.”
It was a stinging let down, but again, not unexpected.
She respected his view on the matter, understood it having lived under his rule her entire life, but in this, they would have to agree to disagree. It was disappointing, but she meant what she’d vowed to herself.
She would not let her father or the Clan dictate her relationship.
“I understand,” she murmured.
She took a stabilizing breath, straightening in her seat.
“However, my decision stands. I will be sharing an apartment with Naruto-kun. I am sorry, father.”
Hiashi sighed.
“You’ve gained the respect of the Clan but the…unorthodox way you are conducting your relationship is slowly chipping away at that regard. Throwing away the progress you’ve made in this manner makes little sense.”
“I’m not throwing away anything,” she negated, eyes dropping to her cooling coffee, “I just don’t think the traditional ideals of the Clan should be viewed in the lens of a mandate. The world is changing, father, society is evolving. What may have been unacceptable in your time, isn’t in mine.”
Pale hands toyed with the porcelain cup.
“The Clan likes Naruto-kun,” she continued, “they respect him and appreciate everything he did during the war, in his fight with Pain. We aren’t hurting anyone and we both love each other. Honor and traditions are important, I understand that, but at some point…we have to do what makes us happy.”
“It is as you say,” he conceded. “this Clan and the people of this village owe a great deal to Naruto, that is not in dispute. However, his accolades do not negate the need for respectability, tradition and discretion. While we all hope that your union will result in marriage, such has not yet happened. You are not married, you are not engaged. Your living arrangements will be unacceptable to many in this Clan, I am among them.”
Stubborn eyes captured her own.
“Until such a time that you marry Naruto, you are my heir, the face of the Hyuuga, an extension of an old and dignified Clan. You are more than a mere woman, more than a mere shinobi of the Leaf. You are our future. The choices you make effect each and every Hyuuga. Selfish decisions have no place in the life of an heiress. You must think of the Clan first, Konoha second and yourself last. Sacrifice of one’s own personal wants is an integral part of leadership.”
Hinata stifled a long suffering sigh.
It was a speech she’d heard more than once. A burden of her station she’d been fighting for since she was a young girl desperate for daddy’s approval.
A hollow victory now that she had it.
“Your conduct is not the only source of contention,” he added, “Since the beginning of your relationship with Naruto, your wardrobe has only grown tighter and shorter as the days pass. The dress you wear today is the modest I’ve seen of you in months. This too is unacceptable, Hinata.”
Hinata fought a blush.
If only he knew why she was bundled up today. His disapproval would erupt into fatherly outrage.
Her mini spoon circled the cup.
“I wore a long sleeved jacket back then, father,” Hinata murmured, “It wasn’t so much modesty as a lack of confidence. Naruto-kun had nothing to do with the change. I did it because I wanted to, because I’ve always wanted to.”
The pretty clothes made her feel feminine and beautiful. She wouldn’t be shamed into changing that.
“It is unseemly,” Hiashi commented, “the time…the nights you spend at his apartment are beyond improper. I have held my peace, again, in deference to the respect I hold for Naruto but my compliance does not come without cost. The Clan is discontent with the image it paints of the Hyuuga. Calls for my removal for allowing it, for your own displacement in favor of Hanabi have only begun to subside. This ill advised decision of yours will only renew those calls and exacerbate the dissension.”
Heat suffused her face at the mention of her whereabouts after sunset.
She knew there were a lot of eyes on her movement, as there had been since before her birth, but that fact didn’t make the situation any easier.
Everyone with sense knew what went on during her overnight stays with the blonde hero.
Having it brought up by her own father was beyond mortifying.
She was more than aware of what people thought.
The whispers among her Hyuuga clansmen and women were anything but discreet. It hurt to hear the people she’d grown up with, trained with, shared holidays with were upset enough to demand she step down from her rightful place as heiress just because she lived her life differently than they lived theirs.
She would have despaired long ago had it not been for the other voices among the throng of naysayers. The small group of outspoken, modern thinking Hyuuga that stood with her, her little sister Hanabi among them.
But the roar of the opposition was often louder.
“You have reached the age of maturity and it is your decision on the course of action you wish to take,” Hiashi declared, “but as the Hyuuga heiress, as my daughter, take into consideration the far reaching consequences of your actions.”
xxxxxx
“Here you are,” Ino grinned cheerfully, holding out a lavender box, “the latest in vibrating technology. This baby will have you screaming in thirty seconds or less, guaranteed.”
Shikamaru’s bland expression twisted, the goading words like sandpaper against his ears.
The pink of his cheeks blooming into cherry red.
Ino’s smug smile coupled with the backdrop of dildos behind her was as unpleasant as the grating words. The irksome female had spent the entire trek over to the ‘insertion section’ cracking jokes about his anus and insinuating his trip here was anything but a dictate of his fiancee.
Ino and his lover were good friends.
Their lunch dates and girls night outs were full of feminine conversations that often included sex, much to his discomfort. As a result of their lascivious discourse, the scandalous Yamanaka had first hand knowledge of Temari’s penchant for vibrators and dildos. She was well aware his visit to the Erotic Blossom was a direct consequence of that preference.
But in true, annoying little sister fashion, Ino was ignoring that fact in favor of playing the unconvincing role of the obtuse but helpful sex shop guide on a quest for the best rabbit for a ‘friend on the journey of self discovery’.
Even worse than enduring the taunting from his pseudo sibling, surrounded by a mass gathering of artificial dicks and a crush of kinky minded customers, was the relentless teasing by her equally mischievous cousin, Isako.
The vexing blonde therapist took the box from Ino for contemplation, holding it up so he could view the bright magenta toy beneath the plastic viewing port of the box.
“Great choice, Nara,” Isako complimented with a slow upturn of her purple painted lips, “I can personally vouch for this little number. If you need any tips I’ve got a few that’ll curl you toes. I gotta say though, I’m very impressed, usually you only come in for lube, nice to see you branching out and trying new things. Make sure you warm up your bum before you use it.”
“Come on over and I’ll get you checked out.” Ino invited with a wave, leading the way to the nearest register.
Cherry red spread, inundating the entirety of his face.
“Now what you wanna do is make sure you’re nice and lose,” Isako continued, giving him a sidelong glance, “what sized plugs do you use? Or are you going in blind?”
The brow above his left eye took on a distinct twitch.
“For the hundredth time,” he gritted, “its not for me, it’s for Temari.”
“Ah, yes, Temari,” she giggled with a conspiratorial wink, “riggggghhhht. Well, tell Temari that men shouldn’t be ashamed of anal play. If you enjoy it then explore it. We’re all adults here, close minded labels and regressive social constructs are best left in grade school not the bedroom.”
“Yeah, what she said,” Ino nodded, hands on hips as they reached the counter, “it’s only weird if you make it weird.”
Isako dangled the vibrating dildo in front of him.
“Don’t make it weird, Nara.”
Shikamaru snatched the box, flustered.
Dark orbs glared at the needling duo.
“Can I just buy what I came here to buy?” he demanded
Ino chuckled, taking the box from his hand.
“Sure thing. Wouldn’t want to hold you up,” she assured him sweetly from behind the register, “I’m the same way when I get a new toy so I can relate.”
The twitch in his brow quickened.
“Need any accessories with that?” Isako asked, leaning on the counter while Ino punched numbers on the cash register, “Cock ring? Nipple clamps? We’re having a clearance sell on anal beads, ya know. You might wanna try em’ before the rabbit. They’re pretty great for loosening that bum before hand.”
Shikamaru closed his eyes briefly, striving for patience, something he only seemed to lack when dealing with the blonde twosome from hell.
“Card.” Ino prompted.
“Ino on her own is bad enough but the two of you together are insufferable.” he declared, shoving a hand in his pocket and fishing out a piece of plastic.
Ino took the card, sliding it through the digital reading strip along side the register.
“Awww, don’t be that way, Nara,” the therapist grinned, “we’re only here to help you get more comfortable with this new aspect of your sexuality. Acceptance of all parts of yourself is a very important component of a healthy mind and fulfilling life.”
Shikamaru scowled.
“What a pain in the ass.” he mumbled.
“It shouldn’t hurt if you use the right amount of lube and stretch like I told you,” Isako teased, “Just go slow, warm up your bum hole and relax. Nothing to it, I promise.”
“Isako-”
“Let us know how it works out for you, Shikamaru. Not a lot of men prefer that type of dildo seeing as the clitoral stimulating mechanism is pretty useless for a man. But if you find a creative way to use it I’d love to hear it,” Isako prodded with a wink, “I’ve been mulling over the idea of starting a private club for the BDSM community. If I ever get it off the ground, I could use some voluntary demonstrations in the dungeon.”
Isako wagged delicately arched eyebrows.
“We’ll call it ‘A Guy and his Rabbit.”
“Never seen that shade of red on you before, Shikamaru,” Ino chortled, holding out the bagged toy and his credit card, “Here you go. Have fun with it.”
Shikamaru snatched the bag with a crimson face a shade away from purple. Mortified, harassed, impatient and exasperated, the disconcerted nin made a beeline for the nearest exit, ears burning as Isako whispered, quite loudly, “I think he might have been just a wee bit flustered. Men are particularly sensitive about their anus. I wrote a thesis about it a couple years back and…”
The cool breeze felt good on his hot cheeks as he stepped from the sex shop.
Bag in hand, Shikamaru sighed.
He hoped this was the last time he’d need to come to the Erotic Blossom.
At least for a year or two.
Surely Temari wouldn’t be so cruel as to send him back any time soon.
xxxxxx
“You think Temari would let me borrow him for a few hours?”
Isako place a slender finger to the bridge of her glasses, pushing them up with a slow slide. Blue orbs watching the delectably curved rear end of the retreating Nara, leaning over the counter for a better view.
“Oh sure, why not, you should go ask her.”
“Yeah?” Isako hummed with interest, rotating sly eyes to her cousin.
“I mean if you’re that desperate to get your face rearranged, by all means go ask her.”
Isako straightened.
“Never mind then.”
Ino laughed.
“Yeah, didn’t think so.”
“I’m almost tempted to ask anyway. You’ve got to admit, he’s pretty hot.”
Ino covered her mouth and pretended to retch. Isako grinned, crossing her arms beneath the heavy weight of her breasts.
“Oh come on. If you two hadn’t grown up like siblings you probably would have banged at least once.”
“Maybe, maybe not,” Ino shrugged, “Point is, Shikamaru’s like the pain in the neck older brother I never got and us 'banging' is about as erotic as a rock covered in shit.”
“Well, in some fetishes-”
“Can it Isako. It’s gross I’m not interested in hypothetical scenarios where its not gross.”
“Alright, alright,” Isako huffed, “Wouldn’t want to get you all flustered too. Speaking of flustered, I’m guessing Hinata will be back soon.”
Ino tilted her head in inquiry.
“Hinata?”
“Yeah, didn’t you see Naruto’s damn near six page order? He had a couple of sensory suits on it. Its probably already been delivered by now. Hinata’s shy but really curious, she’ll have questions.”
“Oh right,” Ino grinned, “forgot he ordered those. Can’t wait to see the look on her face.”
Sensory suits were chakra siphoning kinky costumes that used the power of illusion to heighten pleasure. It was an invasive, potent mechanism that functioned much like genjutsu. Fooling one’s senses into believing certain stimuli were occurring when in reality, it was a mere trick of the mind. The often scantily fashioned fetish lingerie had the ability to make a person feel like there was a vibrating plug between their cheeks, or that heated oil was being poured down their spine, and some of the more high end, expensive garb orchestrated the sensation of being fucked within an inch of your life.
Innovative costumes courtesy of a Clan that specialized in the psyche and the significant contributions of her late teacher’s lover Kurenai. Mixing kink and mind manipulation had been a break through in the world of sex, one that placed the Erotic Blossom ahead of the competition.
She didn’t know which costume Naruto would coax Hinata into first, but she did know, which ever he chose, the experience was going to blow the little Hyuuga’s mind.
xxxxxx
Hinata sighed as she stepped within the empty confines of her boyfriend’s apartment. Taking a moment to divest her shoes near the rack at the door, she trudged through the kitchen, dropping her purse on the counter in passing as she moved into the living room.
Her talk with father had gone about as well as expected.
While Hiashi had given some leeway to the modern, ‘unorthodox’ way she conducted her first and only relationship, her dad was a man stuck in his ways. The traditions he’d been taught an ironclad pillar of his personality and as such, they would probably never see eye to eye.
He was standing his ground.
But, meek though she may be, she was also his daughter.
And she was standing her ground too.
The Byakugan was not the only trait she had inherited from her stubborn parental figure.
Black fluff on the low coffee table caught her attention, banishing thoughts of a bullheaded parent and obstinate Clan in an instant.
Her cheeks reddened.
The contents of the package Naruto left for her still were strewn across the wooden surface where she’d left them hours ago, their presence a siren’s call back to the planned debauchery she had been panting over since her impromptu purchase at the Erotic Blossom.
Her insides fluttered.
Heated moisture gathered, her clit taking up the insistent throb of earlier as she stepped slowly over to the garment.
Reaching out with contemplative fingers, Hinata skimmed the soft ear.
She had recognized the bunny costume immediately, remembered passing it on the display racks at the Blossom. And even if she hadn’t recalled the cute, shockingly revealing clothing, the Erotic Blossom logo, a graceful purple flower with petals spread like the delicate folds of a woman’s sex, was stitched inside the fabric on the left oblique of the corset strapless teddy.
She picked up the sexually explicit one piece, curious gaze moving over the small gray dots lining the inside. Hundreds of mini circles sewn in perfectly symmetrical lines. They felt almost cool to the touch, leathery but not uncomfortable against the skin and for the life of her, she couldn’t figure out why they’d been added to the sexy piece.
A design choice she’d thought at first but the texture seemed off.
They felt different compared to the smoky fabric between them.
She glanced at the clock on the wall above the television and sucked in a breath.
He’d be home soon.
It was now or never.
She either had the courage to go through with what she’d set in motion of not. Pearly white teeth sank into the plush curve of her bottom lip a moment before she tossed the bodysuit onto the couch and reached for the hem of her dress.
xxxxxx
“Soooo…” Ino began, voice taking on a soft, almost cautious tenor, “heard through the grapevine Gin is back.”
Isako stilled, that name cutting her to the quick.
The lighthearted, jovial manner in which they were tidying up souring in instant.
Playful expression frosting over, fingers griping the stack of pornos she’d been rearranging. The night shift for the next Yamanaka would be in soon, and as a courtesy, the two cousins had sought to make the transition easier by replacing scattered and misplaced DVDs.
“I’ve heard.” came the cool reply.
The Yamanaka network of information was readily available to any Clan member with the clearance. Like her cousin, Isako’s access was of the upper tier.
Of course she knew.
“You gonna be okay?” Ino probed, “You’ll end up running into each other at some point.”
Isako straightened from the shelf, readjusting her spectacles on the bridge of her pert nose, the motion irritated and agitated.
“There’s nothing to be ‘okay’ about,” she negated, voice lined with a hard edge as she tossed the remaining videos in their proper place, “Gin and I have nothing to say to each other.”
Pain lanced her chest, the churning hurt at odds with her icy expression and even colder declaration. Fidgeting hands smoothed imaginary wrinkles from her shirt, tugging at the tight material with sharp snaps of her wrist.
“Nothing at all.” Isako repeated.
The assertion more for herself than the woman next to her. She didn’t want to talk about Gin.
Didn’t want hear that name.
Or see that face.
Not on this plane of existence.
“I’ll end my shift early,” the unsettled blonde said, “I’ve got a few clients to see in the morning. I need to prepare. I’ll see you later.”
Isako turned, holding onto her composure as she marched across the floor. She could feel her cousins worried gaze like blazing sunbeams against her spine.
“Yeah…later, Isako.” Ino murmured at her back.
xxxxxx
Dawning the outfit turned out to be a surprisingly erotic experience.
Swathing herself in clothing she’d never have worn herself solely for the satisfaction and gratification of her lover leaving her breathless. Molding the dark material over supple flesh bringing her heart to a low, excited pound.
The shy Hyuuga had never thought of the provocative nature of dressing.
Had never sexualized the slide of cloth over skin.
Or enjoyed the silken glide of fabric over hard nipples until tugging the dangerously plunging bust of the teddy just level of the erect buds.
Hinata flushed, arousal coiling as she looked down at her coral areola peeking over the bustline. Crimson spreading along her neck when she pulled the teddy in place and remembered the one piece bodysuit was missing material at its crotch, leaving rapidly dampening folds exposed to cool air.
The inky black suit dipped in the back, skimming just below the curve of her lower back, leaving her spine uncovered. A fuzzy white tail stood out among the sea of black fabric barely covering her buttocks, the snowy white ball of fur settled just above the crack of her ass.
Crimson faced, Hinata reached for the neatly folded stockings.
Rolling the fishnets mid thigh and affixing them to the teddy’s front and rear garters attached to the teddy succeed only in coaxing a fresh rush of liquid excitement to her saturated sex. She was squirming by the time she picked up the furry black ears. Sliding the headband through the silken strands at her crown sending a shiver up her spine.
The tall, platform stilettos gave her feet a sexy arch, though they felt kind of heavy considering she’d only ever worn a low heels.
Costume complete, Hinata wandered into the bedroom and over to the mirror atop a dresser.
A scantily clad vixen stated back at her.
Voluptuous.
Lascivious and sensual.
The embodiment of carnal temptation.
A midnight maned siren, deliberately enticing and alluring.
Her skin glowed beneath the dark material, snowy white skin made even more so by the thick curtain of black silky hair.
It was a shocking transformation…
An awakening of awareness.
A sudden recognition of the dips and curves that drove a man to lust.
A figure that stoked the flames of hedonistic need.
A beat of hesitation passed before curious hands moved, slowly gliding over the flared hips emphasized in the corset bodysuit.
Tracing the deep curve her cinched waist outlined, before whispering over the large breasts straining the flimsy bust.
Fingertips glossed along the pink crescents her areola created above the neckline.
Hinata sucked in a breath, both at her own touch and the peculiar, burgeoning tingle connecting itself to her chakra network.
Her brows creased in confusion, lilac orbs glancing down at the sleeveless teddy.
A hollow pulsation swept through the costume, the dots lining the inner cloth tapping into her chakra. The small swath of fabric covering her nipples contracted, squeezing the hard points into a stinging pinch. Alarmed, Hinata reached for the garment, seconds from shedding the strangely behaving lingerie when an intense vibration hummed to life.
She froze, sucking in a sudden breath.
Powerful quakes zeroed unerringly to the aching bundle of nerves between her thighs. Her insides liquefied, pleasure tearing through her core with brutal intensity.
Taken off guard, Hinata gripped the dresser as she swept away in a tsunami of bliss. A moan of shocked ecstasy bursting from her lips, her body hurting shockingly, swiftly towards orgasm.
The pulsating sensation was invasive, comparable to a high powered vibrator being pressed to her clit. The tightly squeezing fabric, now glued to her nipples, clenched and released, the pressure mimicking the heated tugs her blonde lover often used to drive her insane. Weak kneed, thundering head long into ecstasy, Hinata struggled to keep herself upright, hanging onto wooded surface beneath clenching hands.
It was a losing battle.
Confused, body awash in rapture, she stumbled on wobbly legs out of the bedroom and into the hall.
Panting, straining against the punishing thrumming, Hinata mewled against the wall, uncertain if she handle another second of paradise.
A harsh breath left her lungs as intense pulsations forced her clit into overdrive, building tension tightening the delicate muscles of her body. She slid to the floor, a pool of quivering nerves, her echoing moans rising in octave with every lance of rapture blaring through her clit.
Hinata slid to the hardwood floor.
Cheek pressed to the hard surface, body quaking, she howled as the teddy engulfed her in the greatest of agony, driving her into a shattering climax, before dragging her to the land of unbridled ecstasy.
xxxxxx
“Sasuke.” Naruto called out as he trotted down the high steps of the Hokage tower.
The cloaked Uchiha leaned beneath the towering shade of a softly billowing tree adjacent to the stone staircase. Side stepping a group of giggling girls, Naruto meandered over to his silent friend.
With his aloof aura and long dark hair brushed over his Rinnegan, the one armed nin exuded the cool, suave magnetism that had often left him burning with envy in their youth.
Now, years later, Naruto could sense the undercurrent of unease, the defensiveness and discomfort in his posture.
The coldness acting as a barrier against external conflict.
Sasuke was bracing for bad news.
Wrapping himself in the ‘unshakable, unapproachable Uchiha’ shield.
“We made some progress on your pardon, they’ll be calling you in to sign some paperwork but I wanted to talk to you about it first.”
Sasuke straightened, falling into step with the Leaf hero as he passed. The pair trekked down the rapidly emptying sidewalk in the direction of the sinking sun. Streaks of orange and yellow painted the darkening sky, the low caw of coasting birds echoing in the distance.
As they walked, Naruto mulled over his words, constructing and deconstructing what he wanted to say. Trying to figure out the best way to relay the news.
It was short lived process.
He wasn’t really a wordsmith, never had been and most likely never would be. Judging by the friction of his friend’s silence, he probably wasn’t interested in a sugar coated version of events anyway.
“They’re not gonna consider a stipulation free pardon,” Naruto admitted, “at least not yet. Before anyone will even come to the table, they have to be sure you’re not planning to attack the Leaf.”
“Unsurprising.” came the cool comment.
Determined baby blues glanced at the man at his side.
“They wanna assess your threat level and see you demonstrate a renewed loyalty to Konoha. They’re not gonna consider anything until the Clan heads and national security team are satisfied.”
Sasuke was quiet a moment, digesting the words.
“What are the parameters?” he asked as they passed two chattering children.
“They’ll reinstate your genin status, and put you back on the rooster but you’re going to have to be supervised on every mission from here on out. They’ve already appointed someone.”
Tension, a subtle tightening around his shoulders was the only outward display of emotion the one armed nin allowed.
“An Anbu?”
Naruto shook his head, cerulean eyes shinning with triumph.
“Nope. Yours truly.” the blonde announced, pointing a thumb at himself.
The quiet tension eased, the subdued bristling dissipating. An amused upward tilt curved the lips of his Uchiha friend.
“They appointed you to that position?” he asked, a single raven brow raising, “You’re hardly an unbiased party, Naruto. I expected you to be the last person they would assign.”
“True, and they were really pissed off about it,” the jonin grinned, “but they can hardly tell me no after everything that went down with Pain and the war and Kaguya. It was the first time I actually used the ‘Hero of the Leaf’ leverage. Dirty trick but it got the job done. Turns out political negotiating is real nasty business, ‘ttebayo. More cut throat than I thought it’d be. Besides, I’m pretty much the only person in the village that can go toe to toe with if I have to, they really couldn’t argue that point.”
Sasuke shook his head, exasperatedly entertained. He sobered a moment later, meeting his friend’s gaze, dark gaze shimmering with some intense emotion.
“How long will the leash be imposed?”
Naruto frowned at the bitterly phrased question.
Restrictions were the reason Sasuke and the village leaders were at odds.
Despite that fact that Naruto was to be his warden, the former rogue still resented the virtual bars of his prison, the muzzles many in the village insisted a spawn of the Uchiha was in need of.
“Don’t look at it like that,” Naruto negated, nudging his friend with an elbow, “It might not be an ideal situation, but its a step in the right direction, dattebayo.”
Naruto sucked in a soft breath before divulging more brutal truth.
“After everything that’s happened with Madara, Obito…and with you, the village, even some of the other nations have been left with a…negative impression of the Uchiha. This arrangement gives you an opportunity to rebuild that image, ya know. Redefine the reputation the Clan has.”
In the ensuing silence, Naruto ran a hand through his hair.
“I know there’s still hard feelings about…what really happened with Itachi and Konoha’s hand in the massacre, and I get that, you know I do, but not many people know the truth and the way things look, they probably never will. That was part of the equation of this concession. Konoha contributed to this as much as you did and they had to give a little too. That pretty much carried the deal through.”
Naruto held back a grimace.
He wasn’t really explaining himself well. He didn’t want to give the impression that he was making excuses for his home village, nor did he want to diminish the trauma their actions had wrought, but he also couldn’t give his friend a scapegoat as justification for the things he’d done, the people he’d hurt.
“Words aren’t my strong suit,” he huffed, “but you get what I’m saying right? Both sides are coming together for a solution but both need to give a little.”
“When I asked for pardon, I understood that from the beginning,” Sasuke acknowledged, “I can’t change the past and neither can they. What’s done is done.”
That at least was encouraging, despite his friend’s disdain for the concessions he was going to have to find tolerance for it in the coming years.
Naruto would take what he could get.
Lobbying for the unconditional pardon of his friend was hard enough, doing that while trying to convince a reluctant Sasuke to at least entertain the suggestions coming from the Hokage tower would have been a nightmare.
“Good,” Naruto murmured with a nod, “this’ll give us a good starting place but we’re gonna need allies if we’re going to get a pardon without stipulation. Clan heads have to be able to trust you and vice versa. We should start with the most obvious and branch out from there.”
Sasuke inclined his head, "Ino, Shikamaru, Hinata, Kiba and Shino.”
Naruto nodded.
Shikamaru was the head the of Nara Clan, Choji the head of Akimichi and Hinata poised to become the leader of Hyuuga. While Kiba, Ino and Shino were not necessarily in line for the esteemed title, currying favor could in turn sway their Clan in favor of Sasuke. As it stood, every single prominent Clan in Konoha stood in some degree of opposition to a pardon without heavy restrictions.
Shikamaru and Choji included.
At first, sitting across from people he considered friend and watching to them vote against the former rogue had angered him greatly, but later, as he listened to their positions, their reasoning, the outrage had quickly faded, leaving behind thoughtful contemplation and grudging acceptance that they had a point.
They owed no allegiance to Sasuke.
Had no reason to stick their necks out for a guy that had been hell bent on the destruction of their home.
A guy who’s actions resulted in the heartache and maiming of their Jinchuuriki friend.
“Yeah,” Naruto acknowledged, “I don’t think it’ll be easy though.”
“I didn’t expect it would. It might not happen at all, Naruto.” Sasuke gently warned.
Naruto frowned.
“They are upset on your behalf,” Sasuke continued, “I can understand their anger. A lot of things I did ended up hurting you the most.”
Naruto was well aware of how his friends felt about Sasuke. And while they were mostly benign in their response to his presence, you’d have to be blind, deaf and dumb not to sense the silent hostility that was down right corrosive on the best of days. Their distaste and distrust kept carefully nonverbal out of respect and deference for the esteemed Uzumaki.
Naruto had forgiven Sasuke without a single thought, fully understanding the pain and heartache that played a part in his behavior, but many in the village weren’t like him. There were a number of people still upset on his behalf, furious and livid about the loss of his arm, regardless of the new attachment in its place.
Many of those people were his closest friends.
If he was going to change the mind of Konoha’s leaders, to dissolve the suspicion and adversity between the village and the Uchiha, the best place to start was among his own group of friends.
Build a coalition that would support him in his efforts to carve out a place for the repentant male and be the bridge between Konoha and the new Sasuke.
“I know they’re upset about it and I get that but I just think that if I can forgive, then its not too much to ask that they try too, ‘ttebayo.”
“Human emotions don’t work that way. Anger doesn’t disappear just because a person wills it.” Sasuke countered.
Naruto couldn’t really argue with that assessment. It was something the man standing in front of him could attest to. Logic, reason, even rationality had little do with emotional responses. All three could exist in the same space at the same time, and still have the potential to be overshadowed by the primitive nature of human emotion.
“Alright, I’ll give you that, but it has been three years, they can let up a little bit.”
“Even with the passage of time, reminders often rekindle old pain.” he replied, gaze dropping to Naruto’s right arm.
“This thing?” Naruto dismissed, waving the bandaged prosthetic, “I wasn’t mad when it happened, and I’m not mad now. Besides, I got a new arm that’s detachable and does a lot of other cool shit. I’m not complaining, ‘ttebayo.”
Sasuke’s lips turned down. He heaved a small sigh, eyes closing.
“Naruto, I appreciate the support, but even if you are content with the replacement, that doesn’t mean others will be.”
Black met blue.
“I accept the consequences of my actions and make no excuse for them. My mistakes are what they are. If there comes a day where my penitence is accepted by those that care about you, then so be it but that’s for them to decide.”
The assessment was another stance he couldn’t deny. He’d meant what he said. He wasn’t angry about his arm, never had been and forgiveness had been given long before Sasuke had been reigned in, but even he had pangs of sadness and heartache when he remembered how and why he’d lost his arm, reliving the destitute place he’d pulled his friend out of.
Trying to coax his friends to let go of their hostility would take time and effort.
A confrontation of the root cause of that hostility.
“Fair enough,” he conceded, “Anyway, we need to get them on our side and I thought of a few ways to do that. When we were younger, we all hung out and did things as a group, I think that would help or at least get the ball rolling. In the mean time, I’ll keep talking to them. Hinata will help too.”
His Hyuuga girlfriend, while initially upset about his arm too, had been privy to information not made public. Information, about Itachi, the Uchiha and the machinations of Danzo and others, unsealed during the course of negotiations.
Increasing the number of people that knew the truth Itachi had requested be kept quiet.
With the full picture and seeing the depth of his concern for his friend, Hinata had thrown her support behind her lover. They’d spoken about the pardoning a few times and he knew she was trying her best to sway Hiashi from his hard line stance and into a more favorable, less obstructionist position.
“She’s trying to see if old man Hyuuga will be a little more cooperative but maybe she can help with Ino too, ‘ttebayo. I don’t think Ino hates you or anything, but she’s not exactly a fan.”
Sakura had already softened the Yamanaka kunoichi quite a bit and while Ino was no longer a Sasuke cheerleader, she had at least curbed the insults she used to toss out when mention of the former rogue surfaced. He liked to think it was because she’d let go of some of the resentment towards the repentant Uchiha, but knew she’d made the concession in light of her best friend’s marriage and in the interest of maintaining their friendship.
He snapped his fingers.
“Oh yeah, I kinda need your help with something too.”
Sasuke gave him a sidelong look of inquiry.
“Studying,” he announced, scratching bashfully at his neatly trimmed locks,” I barely made jonin, I was half a point away from failing the written exam. I aced the technical stuff, but book work is a bitch. Spending all this time with Kakashi-sensei trying to hash out a deal gave me a lot of insight into the Hokage role and if I’m gonna take over any time soon I need to start learning and understanding this stuff now. You’re pretty smart and you know more about Clan dynamics than I do. Maybe you can help me make some sense of all this political…”
He trailed off, blonde brows creasing as his mind searched for the correct terms.
“What’d Kakashi-sensei call it?” he pondered, “Oh yeah, ‘the hierarchy of political factions that make up Konoha and its entanglements’. So many people and groups of power can exert pressure to sway decisions its hard to keep up. Popularity statistics, international interests, costs, threats to national security, a lot of shit has to be taken into account for just a single decision, ‘ttebayo. There’s a lot of paperwork and trade offs, and tit for tat, that its enough to make your head spin.”
Sasuke raised a brow, head tilting curiously.
“Were you still under the impression that the position of Hokage was a one man job?” he asked, amusement coating his words.
Naruto pursed his lips, "not any more.”
A bandaged hand rubbed tension from his neck.
“Protecting the village is more complicated than it looks. Just being strong enough doesn’t really cut it when you don’t know how to maintain the economy because you don’t understand economics, or can’t engage with world leaders because you don’t understand foreign policy, or start a rebellion because you don’t have the influence or experience to bring opposing groups together. Its a lot to take on and I’ve got years before they decide on the next Hokage but I need to start learning about this stuff now.”
Naruto met his friend’s gaze, a smile lifting his lips.
“So, what do you say? You help me, I help you? I’ll share my burden and you share yours.”
It was a reasonable exchange, one that would see the Uchiha survivor retained some of his dignity and pride. Naruto had never wanted to feel like someone’s charity case and neither did the man in front of him. Self worth, feeling needed was something he’d always wanted for himself, what everyone wanted. Sasuke was not exempt from that basic human need. At least this way, Sasuke could truthfully say he’d repaid his debt.
And in the end, when Naruto was Hokage, and Sasuke an accepted member of society, they could call it a wash and continue on with life.
Besides, studying with his significant other, while productive and effective, was too often interrupted by bouts of vigorous love making.
Scholarly Hinata was sexy as hell.
He’d learn a lot quicker with someone that could lean over his shoulder without turning him on with a fantastic view of big, succulent tits and a flora scent that made his dick hard.
Sasuke was quiet again, his single dark eye churning with intensity a beat before it closed. Naruto waited as the other male sorted through those emotions he’d only gotten a glimpse of. He knew the other male would understand the gesture, the meaning behind the requested tutelage.
Inky black met cerulean again.
“Thank you, Naruto,” Sasuke murmured into the ensuing silence, the words formed by a voice laden with heavy emotion,“for everything.”
Naruto chuckled, swallowing back his own raw feelings.
The last thing he needed was to embarrass himself when he was trying to have a man to man conversation. He’d always been a sensitive guy, quick to shed a tear for some else’s pain, but now just wasn’t the time.
“There you go getting all mushy and shit again,” Naruto grinned, slapping a hand to the Uchiha’s shoulder, dispelling the underlying heart-rending turmoil. “Babysitting you doesn’t mean we can’t have fun, ‘ttebayo. It really doesn’t have to be a bad thing. It’ll give us a chance to hang out and do things.”
Sasuke raised a brow, his expression dubious.
“Like what?”
“I don’t know,” Naruto shrugged, “regular guy stuff, ya know, fishing, camping, sparring, drinking, all the things we couldn’t do back then.”
Sasuke sighed.
“Only you would try and turn chains into an excuse to hang out,” he said with a chuckle, “You know, Naruto, in the last three years, you’ve developed an aura of maturity I never thought you’d manage. But underneath it all, you’re still that goofy, overactive knuckle head aren’t you?”
Naruto laughed, a boastful smile curving his lips.
“Of course, I just hide it better now, dattebayo.”
With a grin reminiscent of the past, Naruto offered a fist.
“You in?”
Without a moment of hesitation, Sasuke bumped his fist against his.
They parted ways minutes later, Naruto striding off in the direction of his apartment, while strangely, Sasuke headed in the opposite direction of the home he shared with Sakura.
‘Darkness still lingers in the Uchiha.’ Kurama commented as he walked beneath a beaming street light.
Naruto sighed, scratching at the neatly trimmed spikes at his crown.
“Yeah, I can sense it too, but its no where near as bad as it was before.”
His four legged friend roused himself from sleep every now and then, content to rest and watch his Jinchuuriki’s life unfold in this permeating time of peace.
“You staying up to watch again?” Naruto teased.
‘Hmph!’ Kurama scuffed, ‘Don’t flatter yourself, kid. Who can sleep through the noise you two make? Of all the women you’ve shared intimacy with, your soft spoken female has the most impressive set of lungs.’
“That’s because she’s really in to me and I’m really good at what I do.” Naruto boasted.
‘As I recall, you made that same claim with the last one,’ Kurama rumbled with amusement.‘At the end she held a vastly different opinion of your preening declaration.’
“Yeah,” Naruto grinned, “but this is different. Its not just the sex. Hinata’s cute, sexy as hell, incredibly sweet and most importantly she gets me, ‘ttebayo. I don’t have to play the smooth Konoha hero with her. She knows me and loved me long before I made something of myself.”
He loved pointing out the latter.
It bolstered his confidence, and warmed his heart.
Knowing she had watched him from afar and saw something more than a failure. It even made his childhood seem a lot less lonely when he thought back. Though, if he were honest, all the missed signals and wasted time was as irritating as it was sad to contemplate now that they were together.
Signs he should have been able to identify.
How could he not have realized the pupiless gaze he’d once thought creepy had shinned with admiration whenever they swung his way?
That the adorable finger fidget and shuffling feet routine she’d carried over into adult had been the twitch of a girl head over heels for him.
And the fainting.
Looking back, it was obvious now, but at the time, the ignorant child he’d been hadn’t had an inkling that he’d had a girl swooning over him since his Academy days.
It was mind boggling.
Even more stunning was that she’d waited so long just to be with him, sitting patiently on the sideline while he clawed himself to relevance.
He winced to think about the time after his rise to fame.
His battle prowess and new popularity had netted him more than a few feminine gazes and he’d basked in the attention, playing the field, sampling the women that flocked to him in droves. He could remember seeing her lonely profile at distance, the sad smile she cast his way when the gang hung out and there was a new woman on his arm. He hadn’t realized even then what it all meant. While he knew it wasn’t his fault, the unintentional hurt he’d caused her, he couldn’t help but feel like shit knowing he’d caused her pain with his ignorance.
And to be honest, he was a little irritated that she hadn’t said something sooner.
Where would his life have been had told him ten years ago? Hell, where would he have been a year ago and a half ago had she spoken up?
‘You might have avoided the sting of Lira’s fist a year and half ago.’
Naruto’s lips pursed, hand smoothing over the whisker marks of his left cheek.
“Sakura-chan hits harder but damn Lira’s fists are like stone.”
Kurama’s echoing laughter filled his head. A rueful chuckle left his own lips.
Lira had taught him a valuable less.
Never date overzealous groupies or needlessly violent women, no matter how big their tits. When the spunky emerald haired female had slipped into his bed a year ago, he’d been turned on and intrigued, running headlong into a relationship that turned into a nightmare almost immediately. Lira was bad tempered, stuck up and moody.
Walking on egg shells, dodging fists and a slew of emasculating insults had quickly worn on his patience. Breaking it off had been a disaster. The crazy female had stalked him after, sending him letters, blowing up his phone and showing up on dates. Had she not found another man to prey on, he shuddered to think of the havoc she would still be wreaking on his life.
But that was neither here nor there.
He had what he needed now.
Naruto jogged lightly up the stairs to his apartment, fishing his key from his pocket as he ascended. A twinge of arousal coiled his abdomen, the urge to readjust the throbbing cock in his pants nearly unbearable.
He was hard as hell.
Had been off and on all day.
Hinata’s note and its naughty contents never far from his thoughts.
It was a bold step for her.
An unraveling of the modest, shy mantle she cloaked herself in. Provided deeper insight into the needs and desires of the woman that held his heart. He loved that she felt comfortable enough to come to him with what she wanted. Even more that she’d braved the Erotic Blossom in order to make her fantasy a reality, though he would keep the fact that he’d already bought several versions of the toy she’d purchased to himself.
No need to diminish the significance of her accomplishments.
Reading the neat, feminine words sketch on a tawny sticky note had shocked him at the time, despite the nonchalant tone of his response.
She wanted two of him.
A clone and himself.
One to fill her mouth with cock, the other to swat her bottom with the black leather paddle she’d bought from the Erotic Blossom. It was a request he certainly hadn’t seen coming, one he himself had put on a mental list of sex acts he wanted to coax her into trying.
Coming home to that note had ensure he spent his lunch break taking the edge off the raging lust it incited. He’d barely had time to scarf down a sloppily made sandwich, sketch out his response and leave the house without a second spare and make the meeting that had resulted in Sasuke’s pardon gaining traction.
The knowledge that pleasing him turned her on leaving his squirming in his seat for the first half of the hearing.
It was intoxicating, the control he wielded over her, the power she gave him.
He was curious to see if she had put on the sensory suit. He could well imagine her hesitation, a cute nervous bump as she contemplated the erotic costume.
And if she had obeyed…
If she did put it on…
What state would he find her in?
Naruto grimaced, the blood pounding in his sex painful. Need clawed his spine as he stuck the key in the lock and turned.
The door opened and the heady scent of feminine pheromones filled his head, the crescendo of desperate moans ringing in his ears.
He recognized the sound.
The melody one he was intimately familiar with.
Hinata skating the edge of climax.
His dick throbbed, the ache in his balls deepening t the delectable sight in front of him.
His pretty girlfriend lay on his couch, thighs spread and quivering, pale fingers frantically working her glistening clit. Her breath hitched on a moan, her body twisting and straining as she pleasured herself in his living room.
He paused in the doorway, heavy lidded orbs watching delicate fingers rotate over the shiny bundle of nerves. His rapt gaze tracing the pink areola peeking over the black teddy.
His lungs expanded, shuddering breath leaving his lips as he quietly shut the door behind him.
Hinabunny was everything he’d imagined and more.
The perfect balance of cute sensuality and blatant lascivious temptation. Ivory skin against the darkest of black. Shapely legs and thighs encased in fishnet. Stilettos glinting beneath the living room lamp.
Heat lanced his spine as another cry of bliss left her lips.
Naruto shed his jacket, tossing the neatly pressed material carelessly to the floor. He reached for his belt, unbuckling the band of leather with hands desperate to assuage the unbearable pounding in his cock.
The belt joined his jacket.
Naruto sucked in a quiet breath as his hand wrapped around the aching length of his sex.
Ecstasy exploded in his veins as he gave the turgid flesh a long, hard, satisfying stroke. Thunderous streaks of pleasure echoing in his balls. He stroked again, base to tip, up and down, lust heavy orbs watching the masturbating female on his couch as he pumped his cock. His grip tightened, fist sliding up and over the sensitive curvature of the mushroomed head. His thumb swirled at its slit, spreading the clear fluid it wept around his throbbing tip.
His toes curled in his sandals.
He panted, drawing his hand from his pants, moving over to the object of his ardours lust.
Pleading lilac met smoldering blue.
She reached for him as he neared, a trembling hand fisting his pant leg, the other sliding through puffy wet folds. He hooked a finger between her straining breasts, gripping the plunging neckline and tugging until coral nipples popped free.
“N-Naruto-kun,” she moaned as he knelt, “the clothes, I can’t, please, ohhhhh.”
Naruto ran his tongue over a puckered nipple as she babbled, pressing kisses to the bouncy mound before returning to the erect point. He laved the hardened bud with the wet pass of his tongue, liquid heat melting his insides as the damp nipple distended further. Naruto leaned forward, catching the tempting peak between his teeth, tugging hard enough to draw a hiss from her lips.
Turned on, harsh breaths of needs sawing through his lungs, Naruto gripped her chin, his handling less than gentle.
The ensuing kiss just as rough.
He plundered her mouth, tangling his tongue with hers, sucking the breath from her lungs in a heightened state of arousal.
He pulled back, circling her wrist, and tugging her finger from her clit.
Crimson tinged her cheeks as he slipped the wet digits between his lips, licking her fingers clean, eyes burning as he traced the lush bounty her body presented. The dazed, disheveled look coupled with the cute bunny ears atop her crown was a punch to the gut.
His Hinabunny looked ravaged.
Sexy.
A woman in need of a hard fucking.
One he was aching to give her.
He reached out and tapped the teddy, disrupting the flow of chakra and disabling the orgasm inducing mechanism before gathering her silky hair in a tight fist.
He touched his mouth to hers, nuzzled her cheek.
“I’m proud of you, Hinata,” he told her huskily, leaning back to catch her gaze,“for finding a way to tell me what you wanted.”
Smoldering lilac orbs met his before falling to the side, a familiar flush blooming.
He pinched her nipple.
Hinata gasped, a moan of pained surprise leaving her lips.
“Eyes to me.” he commanded.
Her pupiless gaze found his beneath thick lashes.
“I’m proud of you,” he repeated, “Even though I wanna make these pretty lips say some nasty shit.”
He leaned forward. White teeth tugged at the plush, moist lower lip before slathering his tongue over both lips.
“I still wanna make you say the dirtiest things you’ve always wanted,” he murmured against her mouth, “but notes are enough for now. Before I tan that bottom I think you deserve a reward for finding a way to tell me what you want.”
Heated lips traced her jaw, eliciting a shiver when they glanced over her ear.
“Would you like that?” he asked with a nip of her earlobe, “Want a reward, baby?”
Disinclined to wait for her reply, he gripped her hips and turned, arranging stockinged thighs over his shoulders. He pressed kisses to her hosiery encased ankle, before running his tongue along the fishnet, blazing a trail up her calf, over the softness of her inner thigh and pausing at the bare slit outlined by the open crotch of the teddy.
Her breath hitched as he pressed his tongue between the slit, spreading saturated folds, wiggling the wet appendage over the hidden bundle of nerves within. He looked up, rapt, cerulean gaze moving over dips and peaks, soaking in the twisting ecstasy on her face, the hard points of her nipples, the enticing jiggle of the surrounding mounds with each harsh exhale. A tremor rocked her body as he latched onto her clit, suckling and laving the shinny hood with the heat of his mouth.
Soft mewls of pleasure filled the room, harsh puffs air bursting from her lungs. She gasped, lifting her hips as he circled the slippery bud with slow, lazy laps.
Silken thighs shifted, pinpricks of stiletto heels scraping his back through his undershirt.
Hinata shuddered, her trembling form squirming beneath the onslaught. He rolled his tongue hard along the very tip of her clit, gentling as he stroked down to find the weeping entrance of her core.
Scalding arousal covered his tongue, the heady scent of female hammered his senses, turning his mind to the persistent throb of his dick, the painful ache in his balls. Lust gripped his gut, a measure of his control slipping. Trembling fingers found his spiky hair, silken thighs tightening around his head as those shaking digits pulled the tawny strands. Stilettos dug into his back, an erotic sensation that made his blood pound.
“Naruto,” she moaned, “it feels so good.”
The breathy sound of her voice, the netted stockings and floppy bunny ears antagonizing the burning need rushing through his veins.
He reached down, gripping his cock, stroking the painfully hard flesh. His tongue flickering in time to the quick pumps of his sex.
Frustration rose swiftly.
The stroking doing little to ease his suffering.
It was driving him absolutely crazy.
Worsening the growing urge to stuff her clenching pussy with aching cock and plough himself to orgasm.
“Please,” she whispered, “make me cum Naruto-kun, I need…”
His gut clenched.
He was supposed to be rewarding her.
Gifting her with the undulations of his tongue for her bravery…
But he couldn’t take it.
He needed inside.
Needed to ease the ache.
He jackknifed, hurriedly pushing his pants to his knees and shedding his undershirt in record time. Lungs heaving as he grabbed fishnet thighs in a bruising grip, folding her legs up into her torso. He shifted, aligned his dick to the wettest part of her body and surged forward.
“Ohhhh fuck.” he groaned as he sank into the tight, saturated confines of her paradise.
Burning lust whipped him into a frenzy.
He moved, slamming the full length of his genital through narrow walls, hips hammering in a desperate need to empty his sack. He growled, groaned, fighting desperately to fill his lungs with air as he powered into the strangling clutch of her pussy.
His eyes squeezed shut.
Rational thought fled.
He couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, couldn’t hear past the thudding of his heart.
Could only feel.
His straining musculature a collection of sensation poised to explode. Dull nails clenched his working buttocks, the sting counter to the blissful friction engulfing his sex. Blue eyes snapped open as tingling tension tightened his scrotum, blistering rapture winding and settling in his groin. Shaking, sweaty palms widened her thighs, giving him access to naked titties and swollen lips.
He dove for the succulent flesh, smashing their mouths together in a series of smacking kisses, dipping his tongue between the parted plush lips, tasting the wail of his name leaving her throat. The grip on his cock contracted, milking and massaging his thrusting rod.
He grimaced as shards of bliss erupted, swooping down to fill his mouth with a pointed coral peak ahead of the building storm. He toyed with the erect nipples, tugging and sucking, delighting in its hardness and the high pitched squeal he wrung with his rough suction.
The first spurt of semen took him by surprise, the intensity of heated ejaculate leaving his throbbing cock rocking his body and short circuiting his brain. His big frame shuddered harshly, his assault on the nipple in his mouth turning frenzied as his world narrowed to the slide and smash of their sexes.
The thunderous, painful ecstasy exploding from his balls.
The heavy ropes of cum spilling from his aching tip.
He was stuck.
Trapped in the greatest of hell.
Consumed by pleasure so powerful, so exquisite it was agonizing. He straightened, filling his hands with ivory breasts, pawing and kneading the soft pillows as his body quaked, pounding between her legs with the force jackhammer.
Caught in a whirlwind, her wailing cries felt muted to ears.
He stilled, muscles locking.
Eyes squeezed tighter than the warm mounds beneath his palms while his thrumming cock pumped the culmination of his raging lust into the sopping welcome of her body. The whipping winds of the raging storm waning.
Torturous rapture easing as a different sensation took its place.
Relief.
Blessed, all consuming solace unfurled in his gut. He panted, covering her body with own.
“Shit that felt so fucking good, baby.” he sighed into her neck.
He’d needed that.
Bad.
Dangling above a cauldron of lust for the better part of the day had left him feeling pent up and needy. Walking in to find a beautiful woman masturbating in a bunny costume on his couch more than his frayed nerves could handle.
Hinata shifted beneath him, thighs clenching his waist.
He hissed as her inner muscles gave a deliberate, provoking squeeze, her sweaty palms sliding over the equally slick planes of his spine. Moist lips touched his ear, her breathy plea wringing a flare of arousal from his groin.
“More, don’t stop, Naruto-kun,” she begged, “I need you so bad, please.”
A harsh breath left his nostrils, a sudden twisting of lust ripping through his hard form. His hips bunched, goosebumps pebbling his flesh as his over sensitized cock tunneled through their combined fluid.
“Oh yes,” she breathed, “I need it, please”
Her pussy contracted, squeezing his dick and reigniting the fire. His mouth found hers, tongue shoving down her throat, hips find and picking up the previous frantic pace. A squeal left her sealed lips, fluttering hands and dull nails finding the sweat slick muscle of his biceps. His lips found the hollow of her throat and parted lips, sucking and smooching, his blue orbs watching her rapidly reddening face as he pounded her towards nirvana.
A sobbing moan of rapture filled the room.
Her spine arched, bunny ears flopping as her head thrashed on the couch cushion. He slowed, deepened his stroke, dragging the length of his cock over slippery walls on the way out, curling his hips up on the way in. The angle bringing his mushroomed head in direct contact with a nest of nerves at the roof of her core.
Hot liquid slid down his sack as her body bathed his cock in fresh fluid.
“Ohhhh God, oh yes, oh ohh!”
She contorted, wiggling body straining and arching as she descended into a world of bliss much like the one he’d only just escaped. Dull nails raked his skin, pushing and pulling, her body confused. Unsure if it wanted the hard thrusts of his cock or not. Her big breasts bounced and swayed, pink nipples hypnotic.
Tempting.
Rough hands found her buttocks, squeezing the globes as he hammered her pussy, focusing his strokes on that sweet spot that drove her insane. She shuddered, trembling thighs widening, her little body jerking with each driving thrust. She whimpered when his thumb found her clit, pulling at his hand when he rubbed the tiny bud hard and fast.
He stopped, the action excruciating on his own body.
Devastating on hers.
She wailed, the trembling hands that had tried to push away his toying fingers clutching at his hips, gripping his flesh as she whispered a plea for him to continue.
“Put your hands above your head and keep ‘em there.” he ordered.
Pleading lilac met his.
“I can’t,” she moaned, “it’s too much…I can’t-”
“Move your hands, Hinata. I’m not going to say it again.”
Pink painted her cheeks, her chastised expression sending a flare of arousal to his cock. Her lips pouted, but she raised her arms, crossing them at the wrist above her head, the position lifting her breasts. Eyes heavy with lust fixated on the coral tips. He flicked one, and then the other, drawing a hiss from her lips.
“Bad bunny,” he murmured, “maybe you don’t deserve a reward at all.”
“I’ll be good.” came her breathless response.
Satisfied, he returned to the deep strokes, finding her pleasure button with his thumb. She grimaced, blushing cheeks deepening to crimson as she struggled to endure the rapid fondling. Her hips lifted despite herself, body straining for more even as her mind exploded in chaos. Whimpers of distressed ecstasy left her throat, her dark head twisting to and fro as her pussy gushed.
“If I wanna play with your clit, then I’ll play with it. Do you understand me?”
“Yesssss,” she gasped, “please, oh God I can’t-”
“Apologize.”
A floodgate of moisture met his demand, tight contractions fluttering rapidly around his cock.
“I-I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I’msorryI’msorry.”
His hand left her clit, wet fingers slipping between her babbling, apologizing lips. Naruto watched, pumping his hips leisurely while smearing the cream of her body and the moisture of her mouth over puffy lips. Shinny and glistening, he leaned down to taste.
He kissed her, ravaging her mouth before smoothing over her jawline. Inner muscles worked his sex, the involuntary spasms sucking the air from his own lungs.
A sphere of lust discharged deep in his abdomen.
A tingle began in his balls.
His toes curled on the hardwood floor, thighs straining as tension gathered.
“Fuck your pussy’s so good.” he muttered into the damp flesh beneath her chin.
He teetered on the pinnacle of no return, balanced on the great abyss of paradise. He shuddered, lunging into the squirming female beneath him, gusts of air erupting from his chest. The sloppy suction of their surging genitals filling his ears. Forgetting his earlier dictate, her hands reached for him.
“Ohhh yessss!,” she cried, slim fingers tunneling through his hair, fisting the tawny locks as she panted in his ear, “make me cum, please…harder…harder!”
He lifted her thighs, the sensation of the fishnets beneath his fingers tightening his stomach. Lost in a tidal wave of carnal decadence, gritting his teeth in rapture, he gave her the backbreaking thrusts she craved. Her scream was deafening, blaring against his eardrums, heightening the rampant lust twisting him in knots. She contorted, spine arching, hips bucking as she came apart.
Scalding walls contracted, milking his dick with breath stealing voracity, bathing the velvety rigid flesh in slippery passion.
His rhythm faltered.
Turning desperate and clumsy.
The couch groaned as battering thrusts turned rabid, his cries of ecstasy rivaling hers as he hurtled into chaos. He was cumming before he realized it, filling the addicting orifice with heated semen, the sensation indescribable.
His knees weakened, the explosion taxing his strength.
They slouched, sliding from the couch. Wrapping a strong arm around her ragdoll form, he lowered them both to the hard surface of the floor. Fusing his mouth to hers, he thrust, once, twice, then stilled.
Naruto panted, groaning as the vicious contractions of her body eased into slow, gentle massages of his softening cock.
She lay dazed beneath him, her naked breast rising and falling, lips parted as she breathed.
Molten lilac orbs heavy lidded and dreamy.
Her inky black hair was mussed and splayed across the shinny floor, bunny ears nearly lost in the dark puddle of her silk mane. Bright red replicas of his fingerprints painted her gently flushed skin. He pressed his hips forward, satisfaction curling his gut when his beautiful Hinabunny jerked, a low whimper whispering from her lips.
With a sated sigh, he left the warmth of her core, leaning down to kiss her throat briefly before standing.
He’d gotten way off course.
Had taken his eyes from the prize and strayed into an incredible bout of lovemaking.
But he had more than enough stamina to give her what she’d asked him for.
But first.
Some precautions.
Smoothing a hand over his blonde locks, Naruto rolled his shoulders before forming a familiar hand seal.
A puff of air exploded next to him,
An equally naked copy of himself appeared as the smoke cleared. His look alike headed for the bedroom while Naruto turned his attention to the woman at his feet, lust pooling in his abdomen.
“Hinata.”
Glazed eyes swung to his.
He moved, kneeling next to her body, tracing the cute curve of her nose with a gentle finger.
“Still want your paddling?”
Her cheeks burn, lust flaring to life in her milky, pupiless depths. Her nod was small, nearly imperceptible.
“Good, but before we start we need a safety word and a safety signal.”
Confusion suffused her face.
“This is the first time we’re using a paddle. The paddle you picked out is great for beginners but you never know how it’ll feel once we start, ‘ttebayo. Having a safety word will let me know if its too much for you,” his finger slid to her lips, “but it won’t help when you have a mouth full of cock.”
“So when you can’t speak, tap three times anywhere on our body and that’ll be the safety signal.” came a voice identical to his own.
They looked over at the clone standing in the doorway, tapping the wide, jet black leather paddle against his naked thigh.
“If it doesn’t feel good, if you want to stop for any reason at all, three taps. Alright, baby?”
Aroused gaze fixed to the black paddle, Hinata gave another nod, this one absentminded.
He gripped her chin, bringing her eyes to him.
“Safety word is cinnamon.”
xxxxxx
Hinata whimpered around the hardened length stretching her lips. Ankles crossing, toes curling as her body wept moisture. The sting, followed by a small reverberating thudy ache was like nothing she’d ever felt before.
It was like the smack of his hand but amplified, sinking into the fleshy globes of her buttocks like a sponge, penetrating so deep her insides squirm.
Liquefied and churned.
Another thwack followed by blistering pain forced another muffled moan from her throat.
Her mouth slid up his hardened sex, sucking then releasing his tip with a loud pop. Hinata panted, pressing wet lips to the thick vein curving the underside of his cock.
“I think you like the paddle, Hinata.” Naruto murmured.
Her blonde lover lay sprawled on the couch, back against the comfortable hollow created by the chair’s armrest. Long legs spread wide on either side of her head, he’d placed her between his muscled thighs, pressing her head down, ass up to receive the blows of the paddle from his clone.
Heavy lidded lilac orbs met intense blue a moment before she returned to the shiny cock stretching her lips.
He chuckled, sliding a palm over her hair.
“You definitely like it.” he murmured.
Her head bobbed in his lap, wet tongue gliding along the velvety underside of his sex with each pass. The crack of the paddle landed, the resounding pain bringing fresh moisture to her saturated pussy. Her eyes rolled, shock waves of pain eliciting a tingling response from the various sensitive point of her body. Her nipples scrapped the cushion beneath her, her clit slippery and aching.
She was in heaven.
Awash in a ocean of bliss.
The clone swung again, connecting with the fleshy area of her left globe.
Hinata sucked in a breath, pausing as she absorbed the echoing thud, her aroused mind struggling to process the ensuing sting spreading. A large calloused hand traced her jaw then brushed back neatly trimmed bangs before nestling in the silky strands at the back of her head.
“Deep, baby.” Naruto commanded.
Hard cock sank through plush lips, puffs of air leaving her nose as she moved to obey, his mushroomed tip finding refuge in the moist confines of her throat.
Naruto hissed as her tongue met the top of his balls, the slippery appendage stoking the sensitive skin. She hesitated, gentle fingers stroking muscled thighs, waiting until she heard his grunt of approval before retreating. Her cheeks hollowed, mouth beginning a lethargic ascent to peak of his sex.
She swirled her tongue on the way up, tightening the clutch of her mouth as she neared the flared head.
His grip tightened painfully, fisting her hair and forcing her back down. Hinata gagged, fingernails curling into the hard muscle of his thighs as he raised his hips, thrusting into the wet depths of her mouth and throat. She struggled, fighting to relax here throat muscles. Chills broke out over her skin as a second pair of hands caressed her spine, sliding over her buttocks before squeezing both cheeks with rough hands. It was a strange, lust inducing sensation, confusing to her body and mind to have four hands touching her at once.
“Good girl,” the clone murmured “Breathe through your nose. Remember?”
Thick fingers filled her core, the sudden penetration catching her off guard. She jerked, a smothered squeak leaving her chest.
Naruto groaned.
“Soaking wet.” her boyfriend’s twin complimented.
“Dirty girl, Hinata.” Naruto murmured.
Churning fingers began a devastating pace, plundering and pounding her clenching core. Her spine arched, winding bliss settling in her abdomen as the moist sounds of a vigorous finger fucking joined her muffled, whimpering mewls.
Crimson burned her cheeks.
That noise.
Embarrassing, erotic squelches, a broadcast of the twisting arousal ravaging her body, a bullhorn affirmation of the ‘dirty girl’ he proclaimed her to be. The fact that she could hear the slippery excitement her body gushed, that Naruto could hear it too was an aphrodisiac she found hard to admit to.
It was a dirty, filthy sound to enjoy.
A crude and inappropriate guilty pleasure.
The fingers in her hair tugged, pulling her up for a much needed breath of air. A third finger squeezed through tight muscle and gushing heat. Hinata gasped, pressing her sweaty face against his thigh as the clone pounded her pussy, firm digits sliding along her inner walls.
It felt good.
It felt so good…
But she wanted more…
“Naruto-kun,” she whispered, “Please.”
The doppelganger relented, sliding his fingers from her body. Her nipples tightened, anticipation crawling over her skin. She knew what was coming next, the expectation twisting her gut with need.
Leather met her naked bottom, the reverberating agony echoing in her clit, the resounding smack as lust inducing as the vigorous finger fucking.
Hinata flinched, her pussy creaming as she filled her mouth with the hardened rod of her lover.
She couldn’t explain why the pain felt so good.
Crack.
Couldn’t express why it made her toes curl.
Whack.
It was painfully decadent.
Thwack.
Complete and total…
Smack.
Ecstasy.
xxxxxx
So, the sensory suits are an idea I’ve had for a while, I’d like to know your thoughts about it. The next chapter will display more of the functionality of them. What Hinata got was standard, there’s a lot more manipulation and outcomes since the little nodes are attached directly to the skin. Let me know what kinky outfit you wanna see. I have a few in mind for later but I’d like to hear what you all would want to read.
I put a little bit of Kurama engagement in just because I think he’s awesome, however he’s not gonna be making a regular appearance. Much like the anime, I want Kurama to be chillin’ in the cut, waiting for some shit to pop off before speaking. So many fanfics that have characters with a sentient ‘inner beast’ feel like they have to include it in every line of dialogue. I cannot tell you how irritating it is to read two people talking and then after every sentence is some snarky, unnecessary comment by the ‘the inner beast’ because he/she/it just has to be relevant every time someone else opens their mouth, lol. Its a pet peeve of mine that I shall not repeat in this fic, so if Kurama is quiet for a while again, that’s the reason why.
Coming chapters are going to start laying the ground work for the initial threesome pairing, more Sakura/Sasuke fighting, Hinata/Sasuke interaction (platonic for now), Naruto/Sasuke bonding, the Konoha group figuring out what to make of Sasuke, Isako dealing with some ghosts of the past and Ino watching all this shiz going down, sipping tea at the Blossom.
Luana LS- I agree, I sympathize with both of them but Sakura’s abrasiveness has always rubbed me the wrong way. This answers your question about the Blossom. He definitely know XD I’m glad you are enjoying the story! Thanks for sharing your thoughts with me. It’s very appreciated!
Albertoer- why thank you! I’m happy the story moved you to review. I’m still up in the air about whether or not I’ll writing scenes outside the Naru/Hina/Sasu grouping I have planned but I’m leaning heavily towards at least having one Ino/Hina scene. Thanks for the review!
red demon- That’s pretty much my thoughts as well. Sakura had her own view of Sasuke that didn’t really mesh well with his reality. I always thought that that would be a reason their marriage wouldn’t really work. Naruto used the paddle a little bit, but it will continue in chapter 12 XD Thanks for reviewing!
JJ- you know I love the long reviews! XD the therapy definitely brought some friction to the surface and as they continue trying to rebuild their relationship, only more will follow. Tell me what you thought about the Shikamaru shop experience, lol. I tried to make it funny but sort of in character. I’m not sure if I nailed it or not. Give me your opinion. Thanks for reviewing as always!
I think that’s all for now, idk, my brain doesn’t work right, I’m tired. Anyway, bye for now. Don’t forget to review!
Laters
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