A Wild Storm of Love

A Wild Storm of Love by Hestia

Disclaimer: All things Naruto are M.K.'s of course.

Chapter 2: How Hinata Lost Her Viriginity

Hinata gasped and fell back against the deep purple sheets, staring up into Sai’s eyes. She had just kissed a naked man, a naked man with sexy white skin, with muscled arms and chest, with a stomach that all Konoha had admired. A man with legs shaped for power and speed, yet beautiful. The dark hair on Sai’s thighs only made the whiteness and softness of his skin stand out more. Hinata let herself look there again. She’d heard Sai make fun of Naruto for having a small penis, and she could see why. Sai’s was now even longer and thicker, oh, god, oh so much. And there were now veins curling around that white column of flesh, and yes, yes, the tip had emerged from those soft folds of the foreskin, and it wasn’t what she’d expected. It wasn’t white. It wasn’t really pink. It was a rich, rich, deep rose in color, like the inside of mouth. And the slit was like a dark eye, a weeping eye, sad. She wanted to kiss away that tear that welled there, rising up from and spilling down that rose flare of flesh. “Touch me,” he said.

Hinata jerked her eyes up to his, blushing, suddenly feeling faint. But Sai’s eyes weren’t cold eyes as she had always thought; they were lonely eyes, needy eyes. Eyes that saw her as that beautiful woman he had drawn. Eyes that seemed to beg when he couldn’t. She and Sai weren’t ones to talk a lot. They were the ones who didn’t know what to say. But in this nest of purple sheets, speech wasn’t needed. Maybe it was because Hinata had never liked Sai, had never cared if he liked her or not—or maybe it was because Sai made her feel sexy, wanted—but Hinata wasn’t passing out, wasn’t paralyzed with embarrassment. She put out her hands and touched Sai.

“You’re beautiful,” she said grasping Sai in her hand. He was warm and the flesh that filled her small hand pulsed with life, moving between her fingers. She slid her hand up and down, tracing that long length, feeling the little raised lines of those blue veins. Sai moaned and pushed himself into her hand, reaching again for her lips. Hinata’s eyes fluttered shut, and she let herself be lost in Sai’s kiss. Having hardly even been kissed, Hinata was passive under Sai’s mouth, letting his tongue probe her, taste her, exploring. As his tongue penetrated her mouth, his penis throbbed in her hand. It was heaven to feel his desire, to be kissed like this, to feel—oh god, to feel so alive, so naked, so wanted, so needed, so special.

Sai’s hands moved on her, caressing her, stroking her, each rub of the hand making her cry out in pleasure, bucking up, trying to show with her body how good it felt. Her other hand flew down to cling to that rod of flesh that proved he wanted her, and there was room enough for both. She let one explore the feeling of those soft curls around the shocking thickness that rose up from them. The other played with those soft folds, with that rich rose-colored head that had fully emerged from its white coat, and with that wet little hole.

Then Sai’s hand was on her nipple, pinching it, and Hinata let out a little scream, her hands tightening. But Sai’s mouth was swallowing the scream, his kiss insisting on her attention. But that hand was still there, and oh god, the feeling, the sensation, the pleasure. Oh god, this was desire, this was sexual desire. Hinata felt her whole body start to shake, and her hands let go of his penis and went to Sai’s back, pulling him closer, so she could feel his desire pressed tight between their bodies. He rubbed it against her as his mouth kept sucking, licking, nibbling at hers, making her pant and moan. Her hands, starved for touch, went everywhere, running over his back, his neck, and plunging in that gorgeous blue-black hair. They touched those wide shoulders, felt those strong arms, the curves and strength of those biceps.

“Sai, Sai,” Hinata found herself saying as his mouth moved down from her lips to her breast. He paused, and their eyes met. Hinata had never felt so conscious of her nipples before in her life. But the look in Sai’s eyes said that he found her beautiful--he did, Sai, the one who never seemed to like anyone or feel anything. He was breathing heavily, Sai, the ninja who could fight Naruto and not draw a single deep breath. Hinata’s hand pulled Sai’s head down to her breast.

She screamed her pleasure, she screamed, “Yes, Sai, yes.” She, Hinata, the one that never screamed--she was throbbing, needed, wanting. Her nipples were pinched, bit, sucked, licked, flicked, and Hinata was panting, moaning, staining, working for something, needing more, wanting more, “Sai, Sai, more, please, more,” begged Hinata, needing, just needing. Then Sai pulled his head up from her nipple and went for—oh no, not there, she would die, no, he couldn’t. Hinata thrashed and put her hands on his head trying to push it away, but Sai’s mouth was there between her legs, he could smell her desire, see how wet she was, then his tongue touched her—Hinata came, crying out, contracting again and again—her chakra flaring wildly, filling the air around them with a blue glow, as her world shook and reshaped itself around her.

Sai raised up his head watching Hinata’s orgasm and looking at her chakra flowing visibly around them. He positioned himself above her and thrust into Hinata as she was still quivering, slamming in and taking her viginity even as Hinata was climaxing and calling his name. Hinata panicked—she couldn’t lose her virginity, she couldn’t. But Sai was already in her, filling her, claiming her, and she couldn’t stop him, he was thrusting in. It was perfect, it was heaven, but it was wrong, and she must not want this, must not let herself feel like she was going to explode again, must not feel like, must not feel like, feel, oh yes, like this, again, like heaven.

Hinata cried out as the pleasure sweep over her. Sai groaned, thrust deep, and cried out, “Hinata-chan, Ata, Ata-chan,” spilling into her. Hinata was dying of pleasure, Sai’s huge penis and his hot flood of sperm had filled her too full,it was too much, she was pulsing and throbbing everywhere. She could feel everything—every twitch of Sai, every stretched and swollen bit of her inner flesh, every muscle in her body, every place his body, his hand, his tongue had touch and made live and tingle and pulse. She was exploding with sensations, her heart and lungs couldn’t work fast enough, she was feeling so much she couldn’t feel, she couldn’t breath, she couldn’t hear, speak, or see—it was just sensation, pleasure, more than pleasure everywhere, everything—and this was it, the end, the very end.

When Sai’s orgasm finally ended, when his body stopped shuddering, and he opened his eyes, Hinata once more lay unconscious. Sai let himself fall on her body, suddenly feeling shaky again, weak. He was too big, to heavy, for this delicate, beautiful woman beneath him. He started to slide down, to inch himself out of her, off of her. But somehow when his head found the hollow between her big, soft breasts, he couldn’t move anymore. He lay there, feeling tears rolling out of his eyes. It didn’t make sense. He didn’t cry. He must have gotten something in his eyes during sex—maybe sweat or something. It didn’t matter. Hinata wouldn’t see, wouldn’t know. No one would. He would just lay here, just a little longer. He would feel that tight warmth around his cock, he would hear that heartbeat through his face, smell the scent that would haunt him for the rest of his life, the scent of Hinata, the scent of Hinata aroused and wanting him, sweating for him, coming for him. Yes, he’d just lay here, lay here feeling what he might never feel again.

Exactly what that was, he couldn’t say, couldn’t explain. But he knew he wanted to keep feeling this again and again. Always.