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Claim Me	By : t69 Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 5757 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Prologue, Part 1
- 2-Prologue, Part 2
- 3-Part 1
- 4-Part 2
- 5-Part 3
- 6-Part 4
- 7-Part 5
- 8-Part 6
- 9-Part 7
- 10-Part 8
- 11-Part 9
- 12-Part 10
- 13-Part 11
- 14-Part 12
- 15-Part 13
- 16-Part 14
- 17-Part 15
- 18-Part 16
- 19-Part 17
- 20-Part 18
- 21-Part 19
- 22-Part 20
- 23-Part 21
- 24-Part 22
- 25-Part 23
- 26-Part 24
- 27-Part 25
- 28-Part 26
- 29-Part 27
- 30-Part 28
- 31-Part 29
- 32-Part 30
- 33-Part 31
- 34-Part 32
- 35-Part 33
- 36-Part 34
- 37-Part 35
- 38-Part 36
- 39-Epilogue
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- 3
Note: I've decided to post the entirety of the prologue and go right to the first part before posting in fragments so as to give people an idea of the plot. The prologue can actually stand alone as somewhat of a silly PWP.

Sakura giggled as little as she stood from her place near the window. ‘Well, Ino certainly hasn’t nagged you since that talk,’ said Inner Sakura, ‘It was quite funny, you know—seeing two grown women blush, squeal, hyperventilate and whack each other with pillows?’
‘It was, wasn’t it?’ replied the pinkette with a small smile as she made her way to the kitchen. She opened the fridge grabbed an almost-empty bottle of orange juice. Her eyes wandered as she let the flavors sweep her tongue. It was a bit dark but she hadn’t bothered to switch on a few of the lights. It made the entire apartment seem so desolate, gloomy even.
‘Yup, definitely lifeless without you and Kiba romping each other to the high heavens,’ said the kunoichi’s inner self while rubbing her imaginary chin, ‘It’s a sad thing that he had another mission just a couple of days after Tsunade summoned you, no? Well at least he gave you a very nice farewell.’
Sakura blushed and picked at the edge of her oversized shirt. It was, indeed, a very long, drawn-out goodbye—one that she thoroughly enjoyed and had her wishing that Kusa never existed.
Kiba had gone on an A-rank mission with Shino and Naruto to assassinate a corrupt and high-ranking official in his highly-fortified palace. ‘No doubt such an attractive bunch would have much difficulty not getting any attention, especially from the ladies,’ she thought with a hint of jealousy. ‘At least Shino would be able to try out Rock Lee’s present. I suppose that atrocious outfit would help repel some of the flirty ones if he did decide to wear it.’
‘You know,’ interrupted Inner Sakura, ‘you could peek at that video again if you’re lonely. If it were me, I’d view it at least once a day. Hell, it’d be on a continuous loop in my player!’
The medical-nin blushed an even deeper shade of red. ‘Oh, that video.’ Her eyes went to the innocent-looking disc at the small table in front of her wide-screen TV.
‘Of course I’m talking about that. What else could I have been talking about?’
Right before the dog-nin left for the mission, he had left Sakura with a video to “keep herself company should she ever long for him.” The medical-nin thought it infinitely sweet and romantic, imagining poetic words of endearment coming out of the hunky ninja’s mouth. She was rather surprised at what she saw when she popped the disc into her player.
Inner Sakura chuckled. ‘Count on Inuzuka Kiba to give you a jack-off video featuring himself. He even used one of those Ice Fleshlights to make it kinkier.’ The medical-nin shuddered a little as she recalled how hypnotized she was watching the dog-nin’s rock-hard, pre-cum-slicked, thirteen-inch slab of meat slide in and out of the clear plastic tube. ‘Definitely nothing hotter than seeing your man’s pleasure pole in action, eh?’ the imaginary being added, ‘Oh, and that hands-free super geyser was just… Wow!’
The pinkette gulped. Her eyes went once more to the disc before closing as she was reminded of that magnificent moment—Kiba kneeling on his bed with his back arched in ecstasy, well-developed muscles bunched up in tension, head thrown back as volley after volley of potent essence erupted powerfully from the throbbing monster between his legs. ‘And kami, those deep, sexy moans!’ exclaimed Inner Sakura. The medical-nin felt her walls quiver a little. ‘And you and I both know what happens after that…’ her inner self said slyly, ‘Yaoi!’
‘Hey, you can hardly call it that!’ countered Sakura. As much as she didn’t want to admit it, Sakura did enjoy that segment in which Kiba explored the wonders of using… a clone of himself. ‘I’d prefer call it “very complex and creative masturbation,” dear,’ the kunoichi continued, again picking at the edge of her shirt.
‘You can say that again! Geez, one of those monsters is enough to drive you insane! Imagine what you’d do with two of those giant—’
‘Shh,’ the medical-nin mentally signalled. ‘We have company,’ she added while acting as if nothing were awry. She pretended to continue twiddling with the edge of her shirt while in actuality, she had swiftly palmed a kunai attached to the bottom of the counter she was close to and was now hiding it under the hem of her outfit. She made her way towards the hidden presence. She moved languidly so as to appear unknowing. ‘The shorter the distance between you and the target, the more difficult it’ll be to avoid the projectile—basic physics,’ she thought.
A few meters away from the nearest light switch, she allowed a small amount of chakra to seep into her eyes so that when she flipped the switch, she wouldn’t have that split-second of vulnerability. She knew all too well that a split-second could spell the difference between life and death.
Sakura took a small anticipatory breath then went into full combat mode.
The kunoichi threw the kunai toward the direction of the intruder and dashed towards the switch. As she flipped it, she heard the sound of sharp metal digging into wood—a signal that her projectile had missed its mark. ‘Shit! Whoever this person is, he or she’s fast!’ She whipped her gaze towards the direction of the sound, chakra-laden fists ready to beat the intruder into the ground. What she saw made her stop dead in her tracks.
In the middle of her living room stood a very naked, very aroused and absolutely scrumptious Inuzuka Kiba.
Haruno Sakura blinked a couple of times.
After a few moments, there was a loud sound heard—that of Sakura’s palm smacking against her forehead.
“Kami! I’m so damn horny that I’m starting to imagine things! Ino just had to tell me her dream about Shino, now, didn’t she!?” exclaimed the kunoichi. She shook her head and looked again at the center of her living room.
The tall, handsome and chiseled form of Inuzuka Kiba was still there—just as naked, hard, and delectable as before. She took a longer look at him now and found that there was something different—he had more tattoos now. ‘From the clan ceremony for his coming of age, perhaps?’ she thought. There were red marks forming armlets of ink around his upper arms and triangular figures on his chiseled pecs, forearms and thighs. Several wedge-shaped tattoos were on his lower abdomen, tapering as they went down—pointing to the treasure between the brown-haired nin’s muscular thighs. Even the said treasure wasn’t spared from the ink as three rings were visible around the base of the thick shaft. A slim triangle was on the underside of the rigid organ, accentuating further its staggering length. Sakura gulped visibly. She never thought it possible, but Kiba looked more powerful, manlier, more carnal… ‘And exponentially yummier!’ squeaked a hyperventilating Inner Sakura.
The pinkette remained silent as the dog-nin approached. In less than half a minute, she found herself flush against her apartment wall and flush against a solid wall of muscle. Their eyes were on the other, glazed over and positively smoldering. One of Kiba’s muscular arms rose and found the light switch, flipping it so that they were illuminated only by the moon and the city lights. It didn’t take long after that for the kunoichi to find herself equally unclothed.
Kiba swooped down and captured the pinkette’s soft lips in a deep kiss while gently lifting her with absolute ease. Sakura moaned into his mouth as she felt the head of his member rub deliciously against the entrance of her moist cavern. He continued to tease her for a few more seconds until Sakura broke the kiss and hissed at him. He smirked before thrusting himself deep within his lover. The medical-nin threw her head back, accidentally hitting the wall hard. She didn’t mind the painful lump that was starting to form for she was too focused on the sensations at the apex of her thighs. Sakura’s head slumped onto a broad shoulder as she continued to pant from the sudden pleasurable sensation.
“It seems somebody’s missed me,” the dog-nin whispered cockily into her ear, tickling and titillating the pinkette with his hot breath. Sakura blushed as she felt her walls quiver, already at the verge of an orgasm with just one thrust from the well-endowed dog-nin. She knew that the next thrust would bring her over the edge. She also knew that her lover knew this too. Not wanting to tease her any longer, Kiba withdrew briskly and impaled her hard upon his thirteen-inch pillar of hard flesh.
That was the last straw for the pinkette and she promptly screeched as her walls erupted into a volley of intense contractions, each wave bringing with it immeasurable amounts of pleasure. She buried her face into his neck in an attempt to muffle her throes, but all to no avail. The brown-haired jōnin himself was groaning deeply as his rock-hard member was repeatedly choked by his partner’s love tunnel, her hot juices soaking his massive unit and running down through his muscular legs onto the pristine marble floor.
Kiba brushed his lover’s rosy locks out of the way and nibbled on her earlobe. “Somebody’s really missed me, eh?” the dog-nin whispered again, the pride in his voice nearly a hundredfold compared to what it contained in his earlier statement.
As much as Sakura wanted to hit him for being so annoyingly haughty, her mind was too scattered at the time. ‘Besides,’ butt in her inner self, ‘it is true to some extent.’ Her outer self could only silently agree.
After the dog-nin sensed that his lover had had enough time to recuperate, he started to move his hips up and down in short, sharp thrusts. “Oh, kami!” Sakura exclaimed, as she felt the large head bump against her anterior fornix again and again, the long and thick shaft stroking her insides so deliciously. She felt his hard pecs and eight-pack abs rub deliciously against her front, stimulating her sensitive nipples into erection. Kiba also began sucking and licking on the side of her neck, adding to her sensory overload. The medical-nin could do nothing but hang on to him, her hands grasping on the muscular planes of his back and allowing one limber leg to encircle the dog-nin’s slim waist while the other was lifted effortlessly about half a foot from the floor.
“Oh yeah, babe,” moaned Kiba, releasing the pinkette’s now reddened neck for a few moments, “do you know how many times I sucked myself dry during that damn mission?”
Those few words made Sakura’s temperature go a notch higher, if it were even humanly possible. ‘The mental image of one Inuzuka Kiba, all sweaty and aroused, deep within the forests of Kusa, his god-like body illuminated magnificently by the moon while sucking and wanking off his rock-hard, thirteen-inch beast to climax after climax could do that to you,’ Inner Sakura butt in.
“Is that, uh, so? Ah!” Sakura managed to say in between gasps of delight. “Then fuck me hard and cum into me again and again until your groin is dry!” she challenged the Inuzuka, fully aware that her lover would never achieve such a state. ‘I can try, can’t I?’ she said to herself with an inner smile, ‘And I’ll enjoy every moment of it.’
“Don’t worry, babe,” Kiba replied with a lustful look, “I intend to do just that.” With those words, the handsome ninja carried Sakura a few feet to the roomier part of the living room, never once losing their intimate connection. He gently laid the pinkette onto the floor, the woman visibly flinching slightly as her hot and sweaty back made contact with the relatively cold marble floor. He knelt in front of her, his hard rod still nestled between her plump folds, and lifted each of his lover’s legs and placed them on either side of his head, lying upon his broad shoulders. He smirked at Sakura, signaling her that she better find something to hold on to. Unfortunately for the pinkette, the dog-nin had very little patience, and before she found anything to grab, he had begun to thrust his hips powerfully back and forth in long, rapid and forceful bursts.
Sakura could not do anything but scream at Kiba’s pleasurable assault. “Kiba! Oh, so good! Ah!” she bellowed as she felt the heat in her lower abdomen build up. “More! Just, ah! Just a bit more, Kiba! Please!”
“Touch yourself, Sakura, uh! Touch yourself,” commanded the dog-nin in between grunts of effort as he continued to spear her weeping hole with his impressive tool. Sakura did not need any repetition. Her right hand, which had found its way onto the rug under her living room’s central glass table, traveled quickly to her nether region. Given Kiba’s near perpendicular position in relation to herself, Sakura had easy access to her clit. She deftly began to rub the sensitive nub with her fingers while her left hand found its way on her left breast, playing with the erect nipple with her fingertips while massaging the firm orb with her palm at the same time. These actions brought her even closer to the brink of ecstasy, but found that they fall short of opening the floodgates within her. “Not enough… Uh, still not enough,” she whimpered as she rubbed herself furiously.
“Then watch me fuck you, babe, uh! Watch me!” commanded the chiseled jōnin forcefully in between his low-pitched grunts. The medical-nin’s eyes flew open at her lover’s behest and she was greeted with the image of Kiba’s magnificent torso. Their activities had left the dog-nin drenched in sweat, making each defined muscle glisten beautifully in the faint moonlight as they rippled with every thrust his hips made. He had lowered her right leg, allowing it to hook at his lower back, while keeping the other leg over his right shoulder to change the angle at which his mammoth rod penetrated the medical-nin, earning more shrieks of delight from the latter. He started stimulating himself as well by playing with his right nipple with his right hand while lifting his left arm and sucking at the well-developed biceps there. Sakura knew that these actions didn’t do much to put the brown-haired jōnin close to his own orgasm—he was putting on a show of sorts for her to bring her over the edge.
And it worked.
Less than ten seconds of the phenomenally erotic visual display was more than enough to send Sakura wailing and screaming towards her second peak. She subconsciously squeezed her left breast almost to the point of eliciting pain as her entire body shook at the ferocity of her orgasm. Kiba did not slow down and relentlessly continued pounding into her as her tight and slick walls rhythmically gripped his massive manhood like a vise, prolonging the pinkette’s rapture even further and earning groans from the dog-nin. Hot fluids escaped from Sakura’s undulating love tunnel, coating her lover’s unit and soaking her nether region before making its way onto her apartment floor.
“Kami, Kiba,” Sakura breathed out once she judged that she was capable of spewing out coherent statements, “you’re really going to kill me.” The dog-nin was still unremitting in his gratifying assault on the lovely young woman, though he had changed his pattern into longer, lazier strokes in the last few minutes.
“Well, don’t die just yet, Sakura,” said the Inuzuka before leaning forward and licking gently on the medical-nin’s left nipple, “because there’s plenty more where that came from.” Sakura gasped as the dog-nin highlighted the word “came” with a particularly brutal thrust before resuming his laid-back pace.
‘Oh, trying to be funny during sex, eh? Can’t say I didn’t enjoy the joke, particularly the motions he did while delivering it,’ Inner Sakura blurted out. The outer self was too preoccupied with the dog-nin’s mouth on her breast at the moment to retort. The pinkette’s squealed a little as Kiba lifted her once again to deposit her on her kitchen countertop. The dog-nin roughly shoved aside the implements on the surface beforehand, earning a severe look from the medical-nin.
“Pardon my manners,” said Kiba in his rich bass voice with his matching sexy smile, “but I simply cannot wait for my meal to be served in the dining room. The main course is simply too… delectable. If you don’t mind, I’ll just dig in right here in the kitchen.”
“You know, if only the content of your lines weren’t so cheesy, I’d say you’d make a pretty good actor,” said Sakura earnestly.
“I know. Well, it is part of our craft since we sometimes have to do undercover missions. Who knows? If, for some reason, I won’t be able to go on as a ninja, I might make a big bang in the porn industry as one of the few porn stars who’s actually be able to act,” said the handsome Inuzuka with a wink.
Sakura silently agreed. Being a ninja did, indeed, require you to have various other skills. Hell, she and Ino even had to charade as singers during one of their missions a year or two ago. It was a good thing that her blonde friend was already fond of singing and she knew a little about music as well, so the preparation was minimal and the operation went smoothly. As for the “porn star” part, Sakura had to agree that Kiba had more than enough of the “requirements” to make it… big in the industry—the looks, the height, the body, the penis size, the semen volume and ejaculation strength, the stamina and endurance—Kiba had it all in superfluous quantities, but she was certain it would never happen, and for that, she almost felt sorry for all the other girls out there; “almost” being the operative word. For one thing, the Inuzuka was an excellent ninja, one of the best in Konoha and the five great countries, rivaling even her blond teammate and accomplishing the most difficult A- and S-rank missions virtually unscathed. As for the second thing, someone would have to kill her first, for the jealous bitch inside her would never allow anyone else to have the hunky dog-nin. ‘You got that right, sister!’ exclaimed her inner self while pumping her arms.
“Now, my dear,” Kiba’s voice cut through her train of thought, “where were we? Ah, yes, my meal…” The dog-nin began impaling her once more with his diamond-hard, thirteen-inch manhood. He swooped down on her right breast and began “devouring his food.” He nibbled the supple flesh tenderly, occasionally playfully biting the pinkette’s nipple and twirling his tongue around it, earning squeals of delight from the kunoichi. He switched between the two orbs, making sure each got equal attention from him.
The brown-haired man truly had a remarkable tongue—he had proven this on more than one occasion during their amazing ten-day marathon. The memory alone was enough to cause a spike in the woman’s level of arousal. This didn’t go unnoticed to the dog-nin’s impeccable sense of smell. “You really like my tongue, eh?” Sakura could only nod as she felt her lover pierce her with incredible speed and power, sending her spiraling ever closer to another set of mind-blowing contractions.
Sakura screamed as Kiba drove himself all the way to the hilt, causing a mini-orgasm for the female comprised of small, random contractions in her core. The hunky ninja stopped for a few moments, moaning as he relished the pleasurable sensations along the length of his cock. After this, Kiba flipped her to the side and hooked her left leg on his right shoulder once more. The twisting movement caused a string of colorful words to come out of Sakura’s mouth as the dog-nin’s slightly u-curved endowment, which was still buried deeply within her, rubbed and bumped against her insides ever so deliciously. “Here we go,” said the dog-nin, before launching into a series of powerful, blindingly rapid thrusts.
“Kiba! Oh kami, Kiba!” screamed the emerald-eyed beauty. The handsome jōnin was stabbing her with his cock so speedily she thought her groin would catch fire. The strength of his thrusts was also such that she felt as if her pelvic bones were being pounded into dust. But she didn’t care, because it felt so damn good. “Don’t you, ah, dare stop!” she screeched as she felt herself nearing her third orgasm because of Kiba’s intensely pleasurable attack.
“Ah, fuck! Don’t worry, babe, uh! I don’t plan to,” growled the dog-nin as he continued plunging into her mercilessly.
“Ah, just a little bit more. I’m almo— Ah, shit!” howled Sakura as Kiba furiously rubbed her clit with his left hand and massaging her left breast with his right, all the while maintaining the power and speed of his thrusts. All too soon, it was all over as the pinkette’s vision was blinded by white hot bliss that erupted from her loins and spread through her entire body. Every nerve was firing, every cell pulsating in rapture as the waves of pleasure came at her, threatening to drown her and sweep her away to oblivion. “Yes! Oh, yes!” shrieked the kunoichi, her hands grasping Kiba’s right arm tightly as her walls convulsed around the thick intrusion that continued to impale her repeatedly. Based on the sounds her lover was making, it was clear that he was loving this as much as she was. Kiba leaned forward and captured the kunoichi’s lips in a searing kiss, as if to thank her for the delightful sensations she had brought him. As her orgasm ebbed, the dog-nin began to slow down, though never ceasing entirely.
Sakura, not entirely recovered yet from her recent peak, found herself being lifted yet again. Albeit a bit disoriented, she had enough capacity to realize that the Inuzuka was taking her to the bedroom. The kunoichi was fully oriented by the time they reached the bed, though, and the moment her back hit her dark green sheets, she sprang into action. In a split-second, the dog-nin found himself spread-eagle on her bed with his lover straddling him. Somehow, the pink-haired woman was able to bind him without breaking their intimate connection.
“Well, this looks familiar,” said the dog-nin with a small smile.
Sakura flushed. “Well, I really liked it when we did this last time,” she said. She moaned as she began to move up and down slowly.
Kiba bit his lip and groaned with his lover’s efforts. “You know, ah, I really enjoyed it too,” he began, “but I have other things in mind.”
The medical-nin’s attention was caught immediately by the sinking of the cushion behind her. Her kunoichi instincts went into full gear and her head snapped to look at the “intruder,” her fists ready to send the intruder through the wall if need be. What she saw made her jaw drop.
Behind her, kneeling on the bed, was another Inuzuka Kiba.
She analyzed the person’s chakra signature immediately and found it to be identical to Kiba’s. She turned to look back at him, only to find him lounging with both of his hands behind his head and wearing an impish smile. She threw the “How did you escape so quickly?” query out the window and went on to the more important questions, “A shadow clone? When did you— How— What are you— “
“He’s been there even before you saw me. He was just a bit further back. He had been masturbating the entire time to the fantastic show, you know?” Kiba pushed himself off the bed to be seated. “Now, as for what I plan to do,” he said, smirking, “I’m sure you’ve got the brains to figure it out. You were thinking about it a while ago, weren’t you?” Kiba began licking her neck and, judging from the rustling behind her, the clone was approaching her as well.
Sakura’s mind was racing. ‘Does he mean double penetration? Oh kami! I’ll burst open with two of those monsters inside me!’ Even during their ten-day marathon, the couple had never explored this possibility. All of the “action” was one-on-one, so the kunoichi’s hesitation and fear were well-founded. She flinched a little when she felt the clone’s thirteen-inch manhood come in contact with her lower back, pulsating and insistent, his chiseled chest on her upper back as he started caressing her as well, making his hands glide lightly over the skin of her.
Kiba sensed the medical-nin’s panic. “Don’t worry, babe. I assure you that you’ll love this. We’ve had anal sex before and you loved it. Now you get a cock in your pussy too, and we both know how much you love that, so think of it in an additive fashion.”
Sakura had to admit, the fear was starting to recede. Her trust in the man overrode everything else. She found comfort in Kiba’s words, no matter how coarse they may be, and allowed herself to enjoy the two men’s efforts. Besides, her curiosity was getting the better of her. ‘Kami, one Inuzuka Kiba is enough for a sensory overload! How would two feel like?’ she thought, now no longer in fear, but in silent anticipation. ‘Double penetration. How… kinky!’ she silently squealed, flushing brilliantly.
The dog-nin felt that his mate was ready, so he slowly withdrew his member from within her. The medical-nin whimpered slightly at the sudden feeling of emptiness after having been intimately joined with the hunky jōnin for the better part of an hour. She didn’t have to wait long, though, as she felt the clone align himself to enter her from behind. She gasped as the head made contact with her heated nether lips. Slowly, he pushed forward to slide into her, all the while kissing her right shoulder and neck. He buried his massive cum cannon all the way to the hilt, the tenderness and passion at which he did so reminded the kunoichi of the special quality of shadow clones which makes it different from all the other clone techniques—that they are exact replicas of the person who created the images, including their personality and emotions. So essentially, Sakura was about to make love with two Inuzuka Kibas. This allowed her to fully relish each stimulus without any feeling of guilt or hesitation. The clone pumped in and out of her around half a dozen more times before withdrawing fully. He had attained his goal, for the entire length of his manhood was now dripping wet from the kunoichi’s secretions—sufficiently lubricated for what he was about to do later.
The kunoichi braced herself for what was to come. ‘Anal sex with Inuzuka Kiba is like having a hot metal pipe shoved up your ass,’ Inner Sakura commented. ‘Initially, that is,’ she added hastily, ‘because after all the discomfort fades, it’s all pure heaven, baby!’
“Come on, Sakura,” beckoned the sprawled sex god in front of her, “let me distract you a bit so you don’t feel the pain as much as last time.”
The pinkette didn’t need to be told twice. She eyed him hungrily and crawled forward. She seized his massive erection with one hand and silently marveled at its beauty. She had seen his manhood countless times, but she never grew tired of looking at it—thirteen inches of hot, hard, perfect man-meat encased in soft, smooth, blemish-free skin. This was the stuff of legends (and women’s public bath conversations), and she was damn lucky to have not only this slice of heaven but also the rest of the man to which this monster was attached.
‘Lucky? I beg to disagree,” snorted her imaginary self, “It’s called ‘getting what you deserve,’ darling.”
‘Hmm, that sounds about right,’ the outer self mentally replied.
Kiba’s groan of satisfaction at her subconscious caressing pulled the medical-nin out of her reverie. Suddenly aware once more of the vacuum she had between her legs, she aligned her lover’s pleasure pole to her dripping opening. This time, she was the one wearing the smirk. Her hips plummeted in a split-second, producing a slapping sound and sheathing the entirety of Kiba’s thick cock in one go.
Both parties erupted into a string of expletives at the sudden motion. Kiba grasped one of Sakura’s hands, both of which were on his broad and sweaty chest, and kissed it tenderly before pressing it to his face. “Kami, Sakura,” he whispered ever so sincerely, “you don’t know what you do to me.”
“Probably exactly what you do to me,” she said without even skipping a beat. She felt the clone advance further towards her and felt the slick head of his massive cock linger her other entrance. She took a deep breath first, a bit shaky at that, before saying, “Go on. I’m ready.”
The clone did as he was told and pushed forward slightly, allowing the head to pass through the puckered entrance. Sakura hissed at the intrusion. Kiba raised himself from the bed and whispered reassuring words to the medical-nin. He pumped in and out of her slowly, withdrawing almost all the way out and leaving only the head inside of the kunoichi before pushing back in with equal speed. He took one of her breasts into his mouth while massaging the other with his left hand in order to take her mind off the discomfort. The clone had also started to caress her, reaching from behind to stimulate her sensitive nub by rubbing it in slow circles while using the other hand to stroke her shapely thighs.
The multitude of intensely pleasurable sensations diverted her attention somewhat, but given her no-nonsense attitude, Sakura wanted to get the tough part over with. She pushed back against the shadow clone, making a large fraction of his length penetrate her further. Both the pinkette and the copy hissed, but each for a different reason. The kunoichi breathed deeply, allowing herself time to get accustomed to the incredibly thick manhood that was stretching her from inside. Summoning more courage, she pushed back one more time, making the entirety of the second Kiba’s mammoth erection disappear inside her.
“Kami,” she screamed, “I’m gonna fucking burst! Ah! So big! Oh, yes!” And it was true. She had two massive, rock-hard poles of man-meat inside her, bumping and stretching her in ways she had never thought possible. She felt as if her pelvis was filled to the brim. She stayed immobile for a period of time, during which the discomfort of having the shadow clone’s thick, thirteen-inch rod was quickly replaced by undeniable delight. Her muscles were contracting randomly like crazy, but she wasn’t actually having an orgasm just yet, though it felt very close to one.
“Move,” commanded the pinkette through gritted teeth. They did, and Sakura thought she had died not just once, but twice over with the amount of pleasure both men delivered to her with their magnificent bodies.
Initially, the two men timed their movements so that when one was sheathed fully, the other was almost all the way out. The alternating sensation of being filled anteriorly, then posteriorly, made Sakura’s mind reel. Haruno Sakura, one of the most brilliant kunoichi in the five great nations, was reduced to using a vocabulary that was comprised of incomprehensible words, grunts, shrieks, screams and moans with the occasional expletive, “kami,” “Kiba,” “more” and “yes.” The clone had allowed himself to roll onto his back, supporting the lucky woman’s weight as the original Kiba hovered over her lovely form, plowing her with such vigor.
Just as the two men were starting to pick up speed, though, a loud knock on the front door cut through the air saturated with sounds of passion. The hokage’s apprentice, despite her relatively mentally incapacitated state, was quick to realize one thing.
She wasn’t able to put on the soundproofing seal.
She flushed a brilliant shade of red. ‘Kami, I must’ve awakened the entire neighborhood already,’ she thought, now able to do so as the two men had ceased their movement.
Another knock was heard, louder this time with a familiar voice accompanying it. It was Kitaro, one of her annoying neighbors. He had just moved in to the apartment next to hers a couple of weeks ago with his wife and already, the two were making a name for themselves among the inhabitants of the complex for being so haughty. The couple always found time to ridicule others, citing how poor they looked despite being able to afford such a pricey dwelling. Truth be told, the two didn’t even have the authority to say such, for they weren’t exactly rich themselves and only won the place in a game show. They had never bothered Sakura before, though, given her standing in the village, but now, they had apparently found something to use against her and, from the tinge of excitement she could appreciate in his voice, the couple was almost thrilled in her lapse of judgment. The kunoichi couldn’t make out exactly what he was saying, but she thought that their complaint was well-founded this time around.
“I’ll just… put on the seal, okay?” the pinkette said to her two lovers, breathless from their intense activity. She was, however, surprised when the two men stiffened suddenly. Given their position, Sakura was only able to see Kiba’s face—it was one of anger.
“No,” he said, his voice hard, “I’ll take care of it.” He withdrew from her love tunnel slowly before walking to the living room.
‘Oh no,’ Inner Sakura said, ‘What did the idiot say this time? I’m almost a bit worried for his safety.’ It was clear to the emerald-eyed beauty that Kiba’s acute hearing was able to pick up something Kitaro said that pissed him off.
The kunoichi’s front door burst open and the man named Kitaro found himself against the hallway wall, his feet dangling a good foot-and-a-half from the floor, front of his shirt in a vise-like grip by one naked and very pissed off Inuzuka Kiba.
“Now, you listen here, buddy,” the dog-nin said in a low growl, “We are well aware of our lapse in judgment, and for that we apologize.” He shifted his gaze to the rather large congregation that the couple had apparently summoned to shame the kunoichi.
Unsurprisingly, a lot of the females, including Kitaro’s wife, and some males weren’t looking at his face, but were marveling at the handsome jōnin’s sweaty, ripped, six-foot frame, particularly the gargantuan piece of rock-hard man-meat jutting out proudly from his groin, glistening from recent use, every delectable vein on the long and thick shaft standing out. It wasn’t every day that they were privy to such a fantastic show that topped all the available adult films, Icha Icha film adaptations included, and they were showing how much they appreciated it. A good fraction had lost consciousness altogether, others blushing brilliantly, some whistling lowly and giving Kiba a coy look. The dog-nin shook his head a little and looked back at the terrified five-foot-three-inch man.
“It does not,” he continued, “I repeat, it does not give you the right to call Sakura a slut! Do you understand!? We ninja do too damn much to protect this village for someone like you to say all your pitiful nonsense!” He emphasized the word “not” by pulling him forward a little and pushing him back against the wall. Of course, this was done with minimal force, but certainly enough to get the effect the Inuzuka wanted. Kiba may be angry, but he knew that he couldn’t physically harm civilians, at least not to a certain extent as elucidated by the law. Either way, should the couple file a complaint to the hokage, he had the crowd as witnesses to the couples’ defamation of his lovely Sakura.
“Now,” he whispered to him, bringing him down so that they were face-to-face, “Sakura and I are going to fuck like crazy—hot, passionate, fiery sex—and we will grunt, howl and mewl all the hell we want and you are going to listen to it all and do nothing, got it?” The wide-eyed man could only nod in fear. Kiba let go of the front of Kitaro’s shirt, making the frightened man slide down and crumple onto the floor. Even his wife dared not approach him just yet as Kiba was still standing in front of him.
“Don’t worry,” the Inuzuka said to the crowd in a more pleasant tone, “we’ll make the unit soundproof right now. I’m terribly sorry.” With that, he marched right back into the apartment and shut the door. Small sounds of disappointment from the other side were heard and the Inuzuka couldn’t help but snigger a little, “It seems they were actually enjoying it,” he mumbled. “Hey, who’d turn down free porn?” he added, as he swiftly made the hand seals to make the apartment soundproof. True to his vow earlier, he extended the soundproofing to the unit next to Sakura’s. Done with all that, he ambled to Sakura’s bedroom to pick up where he left off. What he saw made him even harder, if it were even possible.
The clone was now standing up, carrying the pinkette with his chest to her back, his infinitely hard column of flesh still wedged deep within her. He had hooked an arm under each knee and was moving his hips up and down, sliding in and out of her ever so sensually. The medical-nin’s eyes were closed as she savored the unique sensation anal sex brought her. One of her hands was on one of the clone’s arms, palpating the hard muscle as it rippled with every move. The other was woven into the clone’s hair as she pulled on his brown locks in delight.
Any other man would have ejaculated at the mere sight of this lovely goddess in the throes of passionate lovemaking.
But Inuzuka Kiba was far from being any other man.
Kiba eyed her drooling opening as he approached her. The pinkette became aware of his return and smiled coyly at him. “What happened? It took you quite some time. It’s a good thing that your shadow clone was more than capable of satisfying me as I waited. He had performed exceptionally well, you know?”
The handsome ninja smirked as he slowly entered, basking once more in the pleasure his lover’s moist and tight cavern gave him. He decided he would narrate what happened outside later. He focused on her latter statement. “Better than me?” he whispered into her ear, his hot breath sending ripples of delight to dance around the kunoichi’s lithe body, “I think not,” the dog-nin finished confidently, as he thrust his massive cock impossibly deep within his lover, earning him a scream of rapture.
The two men started to move again, but this time, they were synchronized. Sakura felt the alternating sensation of being nearly empty and being filled to the point of bursting—the contrast making her mind reel. She couldn’t decide which movement pattern she liked more because both were simply divine. She repeatedly screamed her enjoyment to the high heavens.
The feeling was almost surreal for the emerald-eyed kunoichi. She felt as if she were floating while, at the same time, contained, while also containing. She was off the floor, sandwiched between two walls of sweaty, steel-hard muscle, two thick, thirteen-inch poles of stiff flesh lodged so intimately within her, and caressed in every way possible, both inside and out. Kiba held her mouth in a searing kiss while the clone was nibbling on her neck and sniffing her hair. Her breasts, her clit, her buttocks, all were being stroked with expert skill, whose and which hand, she didn’t care anymore. All she cared for was the imminence of what would be, without a doubt, the most intense set of contractions thus far.
Sakura broke off the kiss and managed to state in between gasps and grunts, “On the, uh, bed, ah! Gonna, ah, cum! Just, ah, a little more!” Kiba pulled back and allowed himself to fall onto the kunoichi’s bed. Sakura placed her hands on either side of her lover’s handsome face as she supported herself with the last sliver of strength she could maintain while suffering from the duo’s intensely pleasurable assault. Feeling the increasing frequency of minor contractions along his lover’s walls, Kiba let go of all inhibitions and began to impale the lovely kunoichi with unfathomable speed and power. The clone followed suit, his abs rippling as his hips moved back and forth at blinding speeds. Sakura’s breasts bounced with the force of each plunge, Kiba’s pubic bone stimulating her clit with each thrust as he expertly angled his hips with each entry.
Sakura knew she was done for. The unsynchronized fiery pace was simply too much for her and her loins erupted with white-hot bliss. “Ah, shit! Oh, Kiba! I’m cumming!” she wailed as her walls clamped hard upon Kiba’s furiously moving unit. Her elbows gave and her hands gripped the dark green sheets so tight her knuckles turned white as her world spiraled into oblivion. The two rock-hard, gargantuan pillars of flesh continued their relentless assault upon her, spearing her again and again, prolonging her rapture far longer than she ever thought possible. Hot, thick juices flowed from within the kunoichi like a tiny stream of materialized bliss, soaking the dog-nin’s pounding rod and his groin, as well as the sheets beneath them.
Kiba and his clone maintained their frenzied pace until they felt that Sakura’s orgasm was finally starting to recede. Only then did their pace retard. Sakura was more than impressed with this display of endurance, but she expected no less from the man she made love with for ten days straight. Any other man would have burned out far earlier.
Again, Inuzuka Kiba was far from being any other man.
After completely coming down from her high, Sakura kissed Kiba’s face lightly many times, mumbling thanks to the hunky jōnin. “But I haven’t even cum yet,” said the dog-nin, confused as to why the kunoichi was thanking him already. His interlude from sex earlier was short, but it pushed back his orgasm sufficiently, and he would last for maybe half an hour more, translating to about two more orgasms from Sakura, before he would cum himself.
“Oh, you will pretty soon,” said the pinkette mischievously.
The Inuzuka started to impale the medical-nin once more with his hard tool, unconvinced and apparently driven to prove her wrong. However, he had forgotten one important thing…
As with himself, Haruno Sakura was far from being any other woman.
The kunoichi moved with utter swiftness, betraying her moaning and writhing façade and producing a kunai from underneath the sheets. She twisted her toned trunk to face the unsuspecting clone behind her and attacked. The shadow clone was apparently too focused to notice the sudden move and disappeared in a puff of smoke.
A deafening roar was heard.
Within a split-second, every stimulus that the clone had experienced—the forty-minute masturbation session in the dark, the visual display of two beautiful ninja having hot, sweaty, fiery sex, the fantastic penetration—all were condensed into a fine point of near infinite pleasure density that pierced the dog-nin's groin. Even Kiba, with his inhuman control and endurance, was no match for this.
The Inuzuka roared his climax, his impressive muscles bunching up and going into spasms, his face twisting in ecstasy. His back arched and his hips flew off the mattress, eliciting a slight yelp from the kunoichi situated there. His loins heaved as it pumped his semen out of his body and into his lover’s. His hot, thick essence spurted powerfully from the slit at the tip of his thick, thirteen-inch manhood. Kiba continued to howl as each contraction of his pelvic muscles brought with it immeasurable delight.
Sakura watched from above as the dog-nin rode out his peak. ‘I swear, the look on his face when he cums must be the sexiest thing in the world,’ she thought idly, humming as she felt his gigantic erection begin to pulsate within her slippery core, each beat sending a wave of his seed crashing against her walls and coating her insides. Unsurprisingly, she felt herself have an orgasm just by the sensation of Kiba blasting her insides with his cum. Though not as intense as the one right before it, it was certainly enough to make the kunoichi moan appreciatively.
Kiba came for a longer period this time, almost a full minute, she thought, and the volume of semen was off the charts. Soon, the whitish fluid began to seep out of the medical-nin’s swollen folds, soaking her lover’s groin before dripping onto her bed. Amazingly, the dog-nin came so much that it soaked her mattress through and through. ‘Kami, he must’ve ejaculated as much as a pint of cum!’ she mentally exclaimed, impressed at the man’s virility. As the dog-nin’s breathing began to even out, Sakura found herself being lowered as the handsome ninja slowly laid his hips onto the wet bed, his buttocks becoming drenched in his own cum.
“Damn, Sakura,” breathed out the dog-nin, a smile of satisfaction on his handsome face, “that was fantastic!” His face turned serious afterwards, though, and was pouting a little, which Sakura thought was adorable, “But you cheated.”
“No, I didn’t,” replied the pinkette matter-of-factly, “I’m sure you know that as soon as you dispel that clone, that the exact same thing would happen. I simply… sped up the process.”
Kiba didn’t speak another word—he knew it was nearly impossible to win against this particular opponent when it comes to debates. He merely continued stroking her beautiful face. “I love you,” he murmured. This earned him a giggle. He frowned. “Hey, you should be honored, you know?”
Sakura cleared her throat and put on a serious face, “Ah, but of course.” Sakura shuddered as Kiba pulled out of her. She wasn’t surprised to find that despite his orgasm, his cum cannon was still rock-hard. What surprised her was Kiba’s apparent disinterest for “round two”—well, at least his “round two.”
‘Is this his form of blackmail? Denying me sex just because of that tiny giggle?’ the emerald-eyed beauty thought. She was almost tempted to say sorry, but this little thing called pride vehemently refused to budge. She caught sight of the thick, thirteen-inch piece of hard meat and the rest of the finely tuned sex machine that was the body to which the pleasure pole was attached and thought, ‘But damn! I want me more of that!’ She felt some anger rising within her for what Kiba was doing to her. ‘Is this his plan? Turning me into a slut who’d do anything for that cock?’ This dissipated in an instant, though, when Kiba opened his mouth.
“C’mon, babe,” he said, “Don’t you have an early start tomorrow?” The hunky jōnin patted the area of the bed next to him. Thankfully, the bed was large enough so they could sleep comfortable without touching the “wet areas.” Kiba didn’t mind, actually, since most of it was his cum, but he at least wanted to show some courtesy to his cherry blossom.
Sakura mentally berated herself for thinking the way she did. ‘I should’ve known better,’ she thought, furious at herself. She shuffled next to the brown-haired jōnin and allowed herself to be cradled by the dog-nin, enveloped by love and warmth.
‘And a protective cocoon of well-developed, steel-hard muscles,’ added her inner self.
Sakura silently agreed. She had never felt safer in her life. She shuddered slightly as she felt Kiba’s breath move several strands of her hair. She felt his chiseled chest rub deliciously against her smooth back and felt a spike of arousal. She knew Kiba’s sensitive nose sensed this, judging from the shift in the dog-nin’s chakra. ‘Ah, to hell with fucking pride!’ she mentally ejaculated, ‘Pride won’t bring me to dozens of orgasms!’
“You know, Kiba…” she began.
“Hmm?”
“I slept all afternoon.”
“I see.”

Author's Note: A 3/5, huh? Well that's a little saddening...
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