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Lord of Lust	By : DonalGraeme Category: Naruto > General Views: 30052 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 9
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Chapter List
- 1-Lord of Lust
- 2-Ayame
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There was a moment of profound silence. The Council sat there stunned. Then…
“AHH!!!!!! THE KYUUBI HAS RETURNED! KILL IT! KILL IT!” shrieked the reawakened Rakusa.
Naruto raised an index finger and waggled it with a ‘tsk-tsk-tsk’ sound. “How soon you forget, Haruno-san. Anyone in this village attacks me, and I get your souls. But if you’re eager to spend eternity getting repeatedly eaten, digested, shat out and reformed to do it all again for my herd of carnivorous pegasi, feel free to throw that kunai in your dress.”
Rakusa didn’t seem to hear a word of that. It took Inoichi doing a swift mind-control Jutsu to stop her from bringing out the throwing knife.
Tsunade’s eyes were wide, her skin pale as a sheet. “… Naruto?” she asked in a very small voice.
The demon tilted his head. “Yes, Baachan?”
The woman flinched like those words were knives in her heart. Then her shock quickly morphed into anger. “You sick son of a bitch! This isn’t funny! How dare you pull a trick like this?”
“Well, I AM a demon. Sadistic trickery is in the job description,” Naruto drawled. “But I’ll have you know I am physically incapable of telling a lie. I ate a few too many Sidhe and got stuck with that annoying trait of theirs. I assure you that I was born of Namikaze Minato and Uzumaki Kushina on the tenth of October and named Naruto after a character in ero-sennin’s first book.”
“Prove it, bastard,” Tsunade snarled, almost in tears of rage by now.
Naruto rolled his eyes and reached for his throat. He pulled aside the mantle to show a very familiar necklace.
Everyone gaped. It was without a doubt the Shodaime Hokage’s necklace.
“I never really thanked you for this. Saved my ass, literally, quite a few times. You wouldn’t believe how handy a demonic suppressant can be when you’re just starting out in Inferno.”
Tsunade looked close to fainting. “It’s real. This is really happening.” Her eyes became wet and she brought a hand to her lips. “Oh my God, Naruto, what happened to you?”
The demon Lord shrugged. “I assure you the White God had nothing to do with it. What can I say? Went to Hell, got in some scrapes, made a few good business decisions, and now I’m running things.”
Jaws hit the floor.
“I think you broke them, master,” Ducard noted in demonic tongue. To the Council members, it sounded like a string of raspy screams and growls.
“Nope. It’s far too soon. I want to eke out as much entertainment from them as I can.” Naruto replied in kind. “Well, I no longer need you, Ducard. Tell everyone the contract was signed. And see if you could stop your mother from fretting to pieces. She’s far too worked up about the fact this is my home world.”
“Yes, Father,” the two-tailed fox stated. Then, in a flash of indigo flame with green bursts, he vanished.
“Where’d he go?” Chouza asked.
“Home. Now, if you don’t mind, I think our business here is done. Your first payment will be given when you give me the deed to my allotted area. I’ll be back in three days, that should be enough time.” With that, Naruto stood up from the throne, which vanished as inexplicably as it arrived. He turned to leave the room when Danzo called out.
“Stop right there!”
Naruto paused, but did not turn around. “What is it, Advisor-san?”
“You’re not leaving this room, Genin. There is the issue of your crime to deal with,” the old war hawk stated.
“Danzo!” Tsunade protested, snapping out of her shock. Like hell she would let her little blond brat, who was apparently still alive and a demon now but no big deal, get tied up in some maneuver of Danzo’s.
“What crime are you referring to, Advisor-san? To my knowledge, I’ve done none since entering this room,” continued Naruto, still not even looking at his accuser.
“You were absent without official leave for three years. You must answer for this egregious betrayal of your duty as a Konoha-nin.”
“My death certificate is sitting in a filing cabinet two floors below us. By your own laws, I am no longer a ninja.”
“But you’re clearly alive, so it’s null,” Danzo countered.
Only then did Naruto react. He looked back over his shoulder, his iridescent iris settling on scarlet. “Drop this, Danzo.”
Out of nowhere, Danzo felt like someone had stabbed a tuning fork into his skull. He clasped his head with his hands, almost passing out from the soul-searing agony as his nose and ears started to bleed.
“Danzo-sama! What did you do, demon?” Rakusa shouted.
Naruto shrugged, already walking away. “I simply said his name. If he so happened to suffer some spontaneous seizure, that’s an unfortunate coincidence.” He paused at the door. “I’m only going to say this once. I am a very different person from the boy who went on that retrieval mission. My very DNA has altered, to say nothing of my mind and soul. For all intents and purposes, Uzumaki Naruto died at the Valley of the End. Do not think of me as him. Think of me as the demon lord who stands to have your souls should you renege on our contract.” He opened the door. “Three days, Hokage-baachan. Have a pleasant evening.”
When Tsunade yanked the door open three seconds after it closed, Naruto was nowhere to be seen.
Shikaku summed up the meeting with one word.
“Troublesome.”

Naruto reappeared in an alley in the city.
“Well that went better than I expected. Helped that I didn’t give them too much time to react.” He glanced down at his outlandish attire. “First off, local attire. This isn’t Ancient Egypt.” He seemed to focus for a moment, and then there was a flash. When it cleared, he stood in a fishnet tank top that was hardly better than going bare-chested and a pair of simple shorts. His bare feet were now clad in the same toeless sandals that half that world’s inhabitants owned. All his rings and bracelets had vanished but for the one he’d used to sign the contract.
That done, he stepped out into the thriving Konoha nightlife.
“Hmm, what am I in the mood for tonight?” he mused aloud, ignoring how people literally crashed into each other because they were too busy looking at him to watch where they were going. “Strange or familiar? Ah I’m feeling nostalgic. But who shall it be? Finally nail the banshee for the hell of it? Screw one of the guys gay and laugh at their identity crisis the next day? Or do it as a woman and give them something to brag about? Decisions, decisions.”
At that moment, his inhuman hearing caught a voice that stirred some ancient memories a few blocks away.
Naruto paused. “Hmm. Well, they say the way to a man’s heart is his stomach. And she was one of the only ones to acknowledge me as a human being. Oh, the irony.” He grinned. “Ayame-neechan it is.”
“Hey, handsome. Want to get a drink?” propositioned a passing kunoichi.
“Alas, my dear, but I’ve made plans for another lady this evening,” he demurred.
“Oh,” she pouted. “Well, if you get tired of her, here’s my address,” she said, pushing a scrap of paper into his hand. “Oh, and my name’s Yukio.”
Naruto grinned. “Thank you for the offer… Yukio.”
The girl sucked in her breath as if she’d just been hit in the gut. Her eyes got a little glazed. Naruto smirked. Really, how careless humans were with their names. To be fair, only a few knew what creatures like him could do with them. Well, that was one down.
Naruto left Yukio, who would spend the next week furiously masturbating to thoughts of the gorgeous man that had made her come just by saying her name, and headed towards Ichiraku Ramen.
When he got there, collecting more names along the way, he took a moment to survey the simple stand. He hadn’t gotten eidetic memory until quite a while after his human life had started to fade. Still, the sight tickled a few bells. An affectionate ruffle of the hair. A warm belly. Two kind smiles. Naruto smiled. It was little things like this that kept him from going on a genocidal rampage through the multiverse.
He ducked under the covers and took a seat on a stool. Other than him, the place was empty.
“Hello! Welcome to Ichiraku Ramen. I’m the waitress, Ayame! What can I do for you?” asked a slight young woman with creamy skin and brown hair tousled after a day of bustling about the kitchen under her clean bandana.
Naruto let his lips curve into what many of his partners called his ‘panty-melting’ smile. “A great many things before the night is through, I hope. Let’s start with a bowl of pork ramen, lovely lady.”
Ayame blushed at the blatant, if tasteful, flirting. “Um, coming right up.”
As the girl started to go through the simple steps, Naruto cast an eye around. He noticed a shrine in the corner holding a photo of him as a child, grinning from behind a towering stack of bowls. “A favorite customer?” he asked innocently.
Ayame paused for a moment. Her eyes flicked to his before looking away. “I take it you aren’t from here.”
“I must confess that I only came to the village today. Why, is he a local celebrity?”
Ayame’s mouth thinned. “You could say that. His name was Uzumaki Naruto. He died three years ago on a mission. He was only a Genin, but he’d managed to do a lot of great things. This was his favorite place to eat.”
“I’m sorry for your pain,” Naruto murmured.
Ayame put the finishing touches on the bowl. “Thank you. Enjoy your meal.”
Naruto took a pair of chopsticks from a nearby cup. He snapped them apart and tried to remember what you were supposed to say before a meal in this world. “Itadakimasu,” he said before taking the first bite. He took a moment to savor the flavors. He didn’t need food to survive anymore, but as with so many other things in his life, he took pleasure in it. “This is delicious. So, is it just you running this stand?” he asked, noting the lack of anyone but them.
Ayame finished washing her hands. “Um, no. My father’s the owner. But he’s coming down with a cold so he retired early. It’s no big strain; we don’t get too many customers.”
“I find that hard to believe. This really is quite good. Though your modesty is sweet, Ayame-chan.”
Again, she blushed. “T-thanks, but I’m serious. Not everyone has such a positive opinion of Naruto-kun. Some people don’t like him because of circumstances beyond his control, and refuse to eat here since we have that shrine.”
Naruto frowned. “That’s horrible. Some people,” he huffed. But then he went back to his charming grin. “Then again, that means I get you all to myself.”
Ayame’s cheeks went from rose to vermillion.
Naruto kept up a steady stream of conversation, generously sprinkled with heartfelt compliments, teasing Ayame out of her shell. He managed to keep most of the attention on her, though he answered her question of what he did for a living with “I’m moving here. I plan to set up a business here.”
“What kind of business?” she asked.
“The profitable kind. But don’t worry, no restaurants. I don’t want to provide even more reason for people to not come here. If anything, I think I’ll advertise this place. You really do deserve more business. This ramen is ambrosial.”
Ayame waved him off and subtly adjusted her hair. “Flattery will get you nowhere, Will-san. Interesting name, by the way. I don’t think I’ve ever heard it before.”
“It’s actually a very common name. But I guess here it does sound a bit exotic,” Naruto chuckled. His mind idly flickered to a doe-eyed blond in the desert from one of the more obscure worlds he’d conquered. He’d had fun with him and those two prince brothers.
They kept talking until the moon was high and the street was practically silent. Ayame jerked herself out of a daze she’d fallen into listening to a story about all the places ‘Will’ had been. “Wow, it’s pretty late. Closing time was half an hour ago.”
“My apologies for keeping you up, Ayame-chan,” Naruto purred, “but I find I do not regret the extra time spent with you.”
Ayame grinned. “Well, now’s the time for you to pay for that bowl you had.”
“Ah. I actually don’t have any cash on me at the moment.” Naruto reached into a pocket, holding up a finger from the other hand to stop Ayame from speaking. “Would this suffice?” he asked, revealing a ruby the size of a robin’s egg.
Ayame gasped. “Will-san! Please, that’s too much!”
“I insist you take it. You can use the extra money until I steer some fresh business your way.” Naruto’s eyes became hooded. “Besides, a woman as beautiful as you deserves a thousand jewels such as these.”
Ayame felt a warmth in her heart and places a bit further south. With shaking fingers, she took the red gem, noting that ‘Will’ had very warm, smooth skin. She carefully locked the precious stone in the cashbox before looking up at Will, who was patiently waiting, apparently in no hurry to leave.
She gulped. Then, through a suddenly dry mouth, she said “You know, I live right around the corner. Would you like to come to my place for a nightcap? We could keep talking about all those islands in that sea you traveled. It sounds like such an adventure.”
“Oh, all in a day’s work,” Naruto demurred. “And a drink sounds lovely, Ayame-chan.”
Ayame quickly cleaned all the equipment and slid down the steel shutters for the stand. When she turned around, she saw ‘Will’ standing like a gentleman, offering his arm. Feeling like she’d fallen into one of her gooey romances, she took his arm. As she led him the short distance, she took a chance and leaned her head on his shoulder. She felt him turn his head to kiss her hair and felt tingles run up and down her spine. She’d never felt so comfortable with someone so quickly. She surreptitiously took the opportunity to sniff his skin. The strange smell that kept making her insides squirm that had haunted her all evening proved to be coming from him.
Too soon, they got to her door and she had to let go of him to open the door. It wasn’t much. Twenty feet by twenty feet, the kitchen was a small corner to the left of the door. The living room consisted of one tiny couch, a table, and a secondhand TV. Visible through an open door was the bedroom, one corner of the frame visible. Ayame’s eyes flickered there. She had a feeling that the night would end in there. As she looked back at the godly man following her in, taking off his sandals, she found the thought more exhilarating than terrifying.
Ayame tossed her keys in the basket on the counter of the kitchen. She gestured behind her. “Well, this is it. It’s not exactly the Daimyo’s palace, but it’s better than sharing a futon with my dad above the stand.”
“I like it,” ‘Will’ said. “You obviously take very good care of the place. And I’ve always been fond of pastel landscapes,” he nodded to the two painting hanging in the living room.
Ayame looked away. What was this charming, kind, sophisticated Adonis doing in her apartment?
“How about that drink?” he asked, brushing past her to plop down on the couch. Just by sitting on it he somehow made it look like rustic chic instead of something she’d got at a yard sale.
Falling back on manners, Ayame made for the kitchen. After taking off her bandana and apron, she opened one of the cabinets. “What would you like? I’ve got cola, oolong, plum wine, whiskey, and some shochu.”
“Three fingers of the whiskey, neat, please,” he said.
Ayame swiftly poured her guest his drink and poured her own glass of shochu on the rocks. She took the two glasses to the couch and handed ‘Will’ his before taking her seat at the other end of the couch. She laid her legs next to his. “So tell me more about… Little Garden, was it?”
Naruto grinned and continued his tale about one of the more entertaining worlds he’d ever been to.
The conversation kept flowing, Naruto charming Ayame with visions of exotic locales while quizzing Ayame about her own life, getting her to admit her passion for cooking and the many things she loved about it. She got into a self-sustaining rant on the pros and cons of various spices as he simply tilted his head and listened attentively. She was halfway through an investigation of whether saffron was worth the insane price when she noticed his glass was empty. “Oh, let me get that for you,” she said as she got up and reached for it.
A strong, bronze hand caught hers as her fingers grazed the glass. She looked up in confusion to see her companion’s eyes had upgraded from the simmer that had entranced her all evening to smoldering. They’d finally seemed to settle on a vibrant cerulean that she could spend hours getting lost in.
Her knees suddenly went weak, which made it easier for ‘Will’ to tug her into his arms. She looked up from a chest she was tempted to lick to see his face tilted down towards hers. The fire in his eyes was so intense she felt like there should be scorch marks where they roved over her face.
“You’re an amazing woman, Ayame-chan,” he whispered, like he was sharing a wonderful secret.
Ayame licked her lips. Acting on impulse, she crushed her lips against his, their teeth clacking.
Naruto chuckled low in his throat and brought his hands up to cradle Ayame’s head. He pulled her back a bit, finding her enthusiasm cute, and began to mold his lips to hers like his were the hands of a potter and hers were the lump of clay that would become something amazing with enough time and care.
Ayame felt like she was melting into the hot, hard body she was resting on. She started pawing at his chest, wanting to feel the muscles she’d been ogling all night, but didn’t seem to understand how to get his top off.
Naruto’s eyes were practically twinkling as he pulled back and pulled his shirt off. He took a second to let Ayame drool over his bare torso before stating “You’re a virgin.” He already knew because of the purity of her aura, but her inexperience was a big clue as well.
Ayame looked down in shame. “… Yes.”
“Hey,” he said, using a finger to tilt her head back up. “You have nothing to be embarrassed about. There’s no such thing as the ‘proper’ age for these things. I’m honored to be your first.”
Ayame almost felt like crying. “Thank you.”
Naruto grinned. “Do you have to go to work tomorrow?”
Ayame blinked at the change in subject. “No, actually. It’s the anniversary of Naruto-kun’s death. We always close on that day. Why?”
“Because,” he said, going in to give her a teasing peck. “If I’m going to introduce you to the world of carnal pleasure,” he continued, kissing her cheek. “I want to have plenty of time,” he purred before kissing just below her ear. When he finished, he brought his lips right to the opening of the canal. “I’m going to fuck you all night, all day, and all night again,” he growled, before taking her lobe in his mouth and nibbling.
Ayame’s eyes rolled back into her head as she moaned.
There was a sudden rushing sensation, and suddenly Ayame found herself being carried princess style. She clasped her arms around her… lover’s neck for balance as he carried her to the bedroom. He gently laid her down atop her covers and just stood at the edge of the bed, admiring her. Ayame looked at him standing there, the moonlight coming through her window and turning his copper, statuesque body gleam silver. Her eyes went to his, and they were looking at her with admiration, gentleness, but also lust. Lust for her.
‘If this is a dream, don’t wake me up.’
With slow graceful movements, like a predator trying not to spook the prey before it struck, Naruto crawled onto the bed to hover over Ayame. Deliberately, he lowered himself so that she could feel every hard line of his body press against her curves. They fit like puzzle pieces, and Ayame felt her body shudder at the sheer delight in feeling a man’s body against her for the first time.
Naruto grinned and brought their lips together again. He went as slow as he went before, but there was now an aggression, an insistence to his lips’ movement, like he was determined to make Ayame burst into flames from the heat of the passion he could stoke. She responded in kind, bringing her hands up to caress the planes of his warm back and pull him even tighter against her.
With the gentle strength of the tide, Naruto wormed his tongue into Ayame’s mouth. She yielded gladly, opening wide to let his questing muscle explore every inch of her teeth and palate. He let loose a low growl as her flavor hit him like a drug. He gently coaxed her tongue to play, and Ayame moved forward, thinking it was her turn. It proved to be a trap as he caught hers with his teeth, and proceeded to suck on it. She could have turned water to ice with the chills that raced up and down her spine at that.
After a few more minutes of making out, he pulled back to give her the chance to breathe. She gasped for air like she’d just run a marathon, while his breathing was smooth and controlled. As she recovered, his slithered his body like a snake, maintaining full contact with her while moving lower down. When he chin came to rest on her collarbone, he proceeded to tease her neck, in search of pleasure spots. When he got to her pulse, he latched on and sucked and licked like he was eating her. Ayame cried out at the strange but addictive sensation.
When Naruto finally had mercy, there was a bruise already forming. “For the next week, whenever you look in the mirror, you’ll see this and remember me. Remember how I took you to places you’d never imagined. You’ll have to wear a scarf, or your father and your customers will all know what a naughty girl you are, letting a stranger into your bed and letting him ravage you.”
“Will-kun! Don’t say such things!” Ayame cried, feeling mortified and weirdly turned on by the picture his sinful voice painted for her.
Naruto grinned cheekily and brought his hands up to open the folds of her kimono. Ayame felt her desire spike and just keep climbing as her bare skin came in contact with his heavy, burning, perfect muscles. Letting her enjoy the contact for a moment, Naruto then raised himself on his arms and looked down, examining her body. “Lace? How daring, Ayame-chan. Did you put them on this morning expecting something like this?”
“No!” she protested. Looking away, she confessed. “They make me feel sexy.”
“I don’t see why you’d need them for that. You have an amazing body. You look better than some kunoichi I’ve met,” he purred.
Ayame blushed. “You’re just saying that,” she denied.
He surprised her with a hard, demanding kiss. “Know this, Ayame-chan. I will never lie to you. I find you very beautiful, and I look forward to many long hours enjoying this delectable body.”
Ayame gulped. “Oh, come on. Surely what you said to me on the couch is an exaggeration.”
“Cross my heart, it wasn’t. And I’m going to prove it to you.” That said, Naruto brought his head down to trace the curves of her breasts with his tongue. Ayame forgot how to breathe.
With sure movements, he lifted her up slightly to reach behind her back. In less time than even she could manage, he unhooked her bra and trailed it and her kimono over her skin before dropping them to the side of the bed. Balancing on his elbows, his pelvis still in firm contact with hers, he cupped her breasts in his large hands. “What lovely breasts you have. Look how nicely they fill my palms.”
Ayame shuddered at the electrifying touch and the dirty words. “They’re not that big,” she protested.
“No, they’re the perfect size for you.” Naruto insisted. Then he squeezed her nipples between his thumb and index fingers. “Well, look at this! Are you getting cold, Ayame-chan, or is this exciting you?”
Ayame whimpered, feeling weak as a babe as foreign pleasure that didn’t come close to what she’d felt in her explorations racked her body. “Stop, ah, talking! Just keep doing that!”
Naruto smirked. “I’ll do even better.” Then he caught her right tit in his mouth and proceeded to suckle her like a babe.
Ayame swallowed a scream at the wonderful pulling feeling, while her other breast was treated to a tactile orchestra by a masterful hand. Just when it was proving too much, suddenly the sensations were reversed. It was just enough of a shock to throw her off, but she was quickly building up to a peak again. However, just as she was about to cusp the summit, she felt the flowing blonde hair of her lover tickle her tingling breasts as he suddenly moved further down.
“Tease!” she accused.
He dipped his tongue into her navel and made her frustration vanish. “All in good time, Ayame-chan. I want you good and ready for me.” He pressed his nose into her positively soaked panties and audibly sniffed. “Though your body seems quite prepared, already.”
Ayame hit her face in her hands. “Don’t smell me! It’s not right!”
“Says who? I say it’s very right. And I don’t just plan to savor the bouquet. I want to taste you.”
Ayame bit her lip. She had no idea what was right and what wasn’t. And ‘Will’ very clearly knew what he was doing. “Do whatever you want,” she muttered.
Naruto laughed smokily. “Oh, my dear. You really shouldn’t have said that.” Then he literally tore her panties off and dove in tongue first.
“OH MY GOD!” Ayame screamed, beyond caring if the neighbors heard her. All she cared about was keeping her lover doing what he was doing until she died. She felt like she would explode with pleasure as that wicked tongue lapped up her juices, explored her folds, and teased the most private part of her. He pulled back a bit to nibble somewhere near the top and suddenly Ayame was seeing stars. “THERE! RIGHT THERE!”
Naruto smirked and decided to go in for the kill. He suddenly shoved his face deep into the apex of Ayame’s thighs like he was trying to bury his head there. His tongue plunged into her hidden tunnel and homed in with unerring accuracy on a little knot on the top of her walls, while he ground his teeth and nose against her fully-extended clit.
Ayame bellowed out a wordless cry as her world dissolved into chaos and waves of pleasure she hardly believed were real swept through her over and over again. Liquid welled up in a flood from her womanhood, to flow straight down Naruto’s throat. He maintained his assault even through her clenching walls and trashing, gently holding her with his arms and he continued to inflict ecstasy upon her.
After a full five minutes, Naruto pulled back. He cleaned his lips with sure strokes of his very agile tongue, while Ayame tried to remember details like her name and how to breathe. Her bones felt like they’d been replaced with jelly, and every tickle of the fan’s air made her shiver, feeling like one giant open nerve after her sensory overload.
“You… are going to kill me,” she managed to wheeze.
“Just a little bit. Just enough so you can realize how alive you are,” he teased.
She took another shuddering breath. Then her eyes drifted to his pants and the obvious bulge in the front. “This doesn’t feel fair. You made me feel… all that, and you’re not even naked yet.”
“Do you want me naked?” he asked with an innocent air that was ruined by the raw hunger in his eyes and the glistening of his mouth.
Gathering herself, Ayame twisted around so that she was lying on her stomach with her head level with Naruto’s crotch. He shifted into a sitting position with his legs wide, giving her full access.
Hesitant despite her burning curiosity, Ayame reached out one finger to trace the outline with her finger. “Does it hurt? It’s so hard.”
Naruto chuckled at her innocent question. She really was a virgin. “It’s not really painful. It’s more of an ache, like when you really want to scratch an itch, and all you can think about is getting some friction on it.”
Ayame blushed. “Huh, that’s how it feels for me too.” She started to rub the tent with her palm. “It feels really big. Will it hurt me?”
“Not if we do it right,” Naruto promised.
Ayame gulped. Then she looked up into her partner’s eyes. “Can I see it?”
Naruto only grinned and wiggled out of the shorts, finally freeing his straining manhood. He slid them down his legs and dropped them behind him on the floor, but Ayame didn’t seem to notice. Her eye’s had stayed locked on his erection since it had been revealed.
Ayame gulped. She wasn’t a prude. She knew what they were supposed to look like. Still, it was odd seeing a… penis in the flesh. Her eye’s roamed over every detail, from the purplish head sticking out of its hood, the long shaft riddled with veins pumping the blood that kept it so hard, to the balls hanging low in the sack beneath, swaying a little with each breath he took. The only hair on his body was a light dusting of hair at the base, just enough to make it look like it belonged on a man and wasn’t a toy.
She reached out a hand but paused. She glanced up at ‘Will’ for his permission. He grinned and nodded. “I had my turn to play. Now you get to.” Taking that as permission, she closed her hand around the shaft. She squeezed a little, getting a sense for how thick and heavy it felt in her palm. She moved it up and down the shaft, marveling at the texture. It was like sun-warmed silk wrapped around steel. She noted how the foreskin came up with her hand to hide the sensitive end, and pulled back to show everything when it went all the way down to the base. A bead of white moisture formed as she gave a few experimental strokes. Acting on some perverted instinct, she lapped it up with her tongue.
Naruto hissed with pleasure as he felt the swipe of that moist muscle. He loved virgins. Once they got over their fear, they were so earnest and curious.
Ayame swirled the flavor on her tongue, sampling it like one of her dishes. Bitter and salty, with a tinge of spice she hadn’t expected. Not too bad on its own, but it would probably be complimented well by her own juices. Yes, Ayame knew how she tasted. Curious if the rest of the stiff rod tasted the same as what came out of it, Ayame ran her tongue from his dangling balls up along the thick vein on the bottom to finish again at the slit, where another drop had oozed out. She moaned with pleasure as the scent and flavor started to overpower her. Something about the masculine musk went straight to her bones, and despite the titanic string of orgasms she had just endured, she felt herself get wet.
Wanting more, she opened her mouth and slid the top of the prodigious cock into her mouth.
“Oh, yes, Ayame-chan. That’s right, keep it up,” Naruto moaned, but becoming more dominating with pleasure instead of mindless like Ayame had.
Ayame moaned and slid the meatstick in and out of her mouth, simulating something she hoped and feared would happen soon. She was surprised she to find she actually enjoyed this. Even though she wasn’t getting touched, feeling that masculine organ entering her over and over again made something in the back of her mind tingle. And the soft sounds of pleasure and confident commands hitting her ears made her blood burn. In her eagerness to please, she went a little too far down and felt it touch the back of her throat and nearly gagged.
In an instant, Naruto had pulled out and pulled Ayame up to a sitting position, lying her thighs atop his and wrapping his arms around her. She did the same, so that they were now sitting in each other’s laps.
“It’s okay,” he assured her, stroking her back.
“But I couldn’t fit it in. Other girls can do that, can’t they?” Ayame whined, feeling the full weight of her inexperience.
“Yes, but it takes practice. It’s your first time, you don’t know how to do any of this stuff yet. No one’s taught you and you haven’t had the opportunity to learn on your own,” he consoled.
“Unlike you. You’re obviously a pro at this. I bet you even know what this position is called,” Ayame grumbled as she felt the globes of her first lover’s impossibly tight ass with her ankle.
“Lotus, in case you’re wondering,” he said, his eyes bright with amusement.
Ayame blushed and looked down. And saw how close his proud rod was to her swollen lips. “Are you really sure that’s going to fit inside me?”
“Not at first,” he said. “After the first three or four times your body will loosen up and stretch out a bit.”
Ayame gulped. “Sage save me, you really plan to have at me for the next 24 hours.”
“I told you I don’t lie,” he growled.
Feeling the fire inside recover from the tsunami from earlier, Ayame leaned back, taking Naruto with her until she was lying on her back, her legs wide open to receive him. “Then you better get started.”
Naruto grinned and kissed her deeply. As she responded, he brought up one hand to play with her breast a little. Once he’d done it enough to have her panting, he trailed it down to caress the outer folds of her womanhood. Then, with deliberate care, he slid one finger home.
Ayame squeaked. It felt so strange. His finger was much thicker than hers and reached deeper without even trying. It wiggled like an eel, tickling her walls, before sliding in and out, feeling her walls, slowly stretching her.
“You’re so wet for me. I’m honored,” he growled into her lips.
Her answer was a wanton moan as a second finger slipped in.
Naruto worked on quickly stretching her, scissoring his fingers to stretch her wide, taking a couple seconds to rub her inner nub every now and then. When he deemed her ready, he added a third finger and began smooth, deep strokes.
“Ah! Please, I’m ready! It’s not enough, I need more! I need YOU! Please!” Ayame begged.
Naruto grinned. “As you wish,” he murmured. Then, with zero warning, he thrust his cock all the way in until he bumped her cervix in one thrust, tearing her hymen somewhere along the way.
Ayame was dimly aware of a dull tearing sensation, but it was drowned out by the screams of every nerve in her body as places she didn’t know she had were stroked and stretched and molded to sweet, hot, male flesh. She felt like her world had shook as he’d bumped against some barrier inside that wasn’t the one she’d expected. When she managed to gather her thoughts into a sentence, she huffed “Why… did you do… it like that?”
Naruto leaned in to give her a kiss, bringing up a finger to stroke her cheek. “If we’d had gone slowly, you’d have had time to think about it and tense up, which would have made it hurt more. I thought it best to get it over with before you knew it.” He hissed as Ayame’s walls twitched around him. “Bless it, you’re tight. I love this feeling.”
Ayame took a shuddering breath. But she wasn’t a total pushover. “I’m not so sure I like it. Maybe you should try it again a few times and see if I change my mind.”
“Ayame-chan, if I have anything to say about it, there won’t be anything on your mind to change. I’m going to wipe it clean until all you know is pleasure and heat.” That said, Naruto pulled out until only the wide head was inside, before forcing it all back in with such force his balls came up to slap her ass.
Ayame cried out at the second rush of glorious friction and heat into her most sacred place. Before she could gather her thoughts, it happened again. And again. And when it didn’t let up after another twenty strokes, she decided to turn off her brain until it was over so she could better enjoy the heady narcotic that was the union of man and woman.
Naruto focused on maintaining a steady rhythm, attacking the weak points he’d already found and searching for more with his mouth, tongue and fingers. Occasionally though, he took a few seconds to just savor the primal joy of a cunt wrapped around his cock. Sure, he was the Lord of Lust, the demon that had proved himself to be the epitome of the sin of carnal pleasure. He’d done this literally thousands of times, with much more experienced beings than Ayame. Still, he never got tired of it, and he considered it a point of pride that he could reduce any partner to a sated puddle.
Ayame quickly reached her limit and shook apart with the force of her climax, her inner walls clenching around his invading spear like they never wanted it to leave. Naruto kept thrusting through it, which made Ayame crazy as her muscle contractions and his thrusting fell out of sync leading to a wide range of sensations. But the time she finally stopped twitching around him, she already felt another spring coiling within her belly.
“Will-kun! Slow down! You’re going to drive me insane!” she protested as she felt her walls start to clench in anticipation of another round of spasms.
“It’s okay. I’m getting close. We can rest a little after this,” he growled, sweat dripping down his brow.
A thought hit Ayame that was almost enough to break her out of the haze. “Wait! NO… protection… pregnant?” she managed as her mind clouded again as Naruto thrust at a slightly different angle that lit up her pleasure centers in a brand new way.
Naruto smiled and gave a brief, fiery kiss to get her attention. “Trust me. You won’t get pregnant. It’s okay.”
Ayame nodded, or maybe her body was just rocking as Naruto’s thrusts increased in power and speed as he approached his own climax. Finally, with a roar, Naruto stuffed as much of his length as he could into Ayame’s tight hole and released his boiling-hot seed right onto the gates of her womb.
Ayame joined him with a scream as the biggest orgasm of her life was pushed even higher at the sensation of warm, life-giving liquid in the deepest parts of her. She saw stars. She felt like she was flying through space, the only solid thing in the universe the hot, heavy weight crushing her into the bed and the musical voice of her partner as he whispered sweet nothings into her ear.
Oh so slowly, the sensation waned until she was back in her bed, panting. ‘Will’ had slipped out of her and had arranged them into the spooning position. She felt the strength of his arms wrapped around her, the caress of his breath in her hair, and the pressure of his still-hard length against her thighs.
“You’re spoiling me,” she whined, finding an odd clarity of thought in the aftermath of such passion. “It sounds like a line from a porno, but you’re going to ruin me. No one’s ever going to be able to live up to this performance.”
“Hmm, then I guess I better stick around. I’d hate for a beautiful woman to have to settle for second-best,” Naruto mused.
Ayame gaped and twisted her head to look in his eyes. “Are you serious?”
Naruto smiled and shrugged, his hair still looking perfect despite being matted with sweat. “Well, you’re beautiful, you’re fun to talk to, and pardon my language, but your pussy’s the snuggest and sweetest I’ve found in this world. If you wanted to continue this relationship past the second night, I wouldn’t say no.” He licked his lips. “Besides, I’m dying to have your cooking again. In fact, I’m already craving seconds.”
Ayame allowed her body to be moved according to ‘Will’s instruction, floating on cloud nine at the thought that she might actually get to date this sex god (how little she knew).
“There, just like that. How do you feel?” he asked once he got her onto her hands and knees.
“Very naked. I’m like an animal. You can see everything,” she moaned.
“That’s the idea. This is the way animals mate. It’s kind of liberating, letting of your humanity and giving into instinct.” Naruto caressed her back with one hand while lining himself up with the other and rubbing his head against her folds. “Besides, in this position I’ll feel even bigger to you.”
“Are we sure that’s a good thing?” Ayame asked, feeling a twinge of fear but also a delicious anticipation in her belly.
“Let’s find out,” he drawled in a husky voice before slamming home.
Ayame discovered the benefits of doggy style quite thoroughly, then gave being on top a try. When she collapsed into a heap, unable to stay focused through the pleasure, Naruto took over. And then they had another go at missionary, after which Ayame literally passed out. Naruto swallowed his frustration and reminded himself she was just an average human, and a total novice too. She had to build up to the kind of stamina he was used to.
As he settled Ayame on his chest and leaned back into a pillow, he reflected that he might have found his first wife in this world on a whim. Hmm, he knew throwing old Lady Luck a bone would pay off.

Naruto walked into the Administrative Division of the Academy complex. He was now dressed in the standard Chunin/Jonin uniform. Normally, he’d still be attracting the eye of every being with a pulse, but he’d set up an Inconspicuous ward the moment he’d left Ayame’s apartment. No doubt the ANBU had been scouring the village for him after he’d cut the meeting short after revealing his identity. But no matter how they looked, they wouldn’t find him. Anyone that glanced at him would find their eyes moving past, their minds registering nothing but just another average shinobi on an errand. Invisibility through plainness.
Naruto felt his lips curl into a smug grin at the thought of Ayame. As promised, he had filled every waking moment of her day off with the joy of sex. It hadn’t been a full marathon; she still had to eat and shower, but he stayed by her side in those moments too. The shower had become quite counterintuitive, actually, becoming one of their favorite spots to get dirty. He hadn’t joined her in her bathroom breaks, though. That was a bit too kinky for her. Best to keep it vanilla for a while and slowly build to the more freaky sides of sexuality. Though she had let him take her anal virginity as well.
He’d left her exhausted in bed a bit before dawn, the whole apartment smelling like a monkey cage. He’d prepared an omelet and left it in the microwave as well as leaving a note telling her he’d enjoyed himself and he looked forward to catching a meal at Ichiraku Ramen sometime soon.
Naruto had spent yesterday setting up an alias. It wasn’t like he was just going to announce to village that he’d returned. That would be far too brash and gauche. He had big plans for this village, and it was best to keep a low-profile until the right moment. He’d gone to the bank that catered to the Clans, who used it for its high standards of discretion and service, and converted most of the gold and jewels in his personal pocket dimension into cash and bonds. After that, he spent the day mapping out the village. He’d been sending in his underlings for weeks ahead of time, but there was something to doing it himself. He also collected a handful of naughty secrets, his sixth sense drawing him to concentrations of lust and perversion like a moth to light.
Sure, he was protected from assault through the contract, but there was nothing wrong with being doubly or triply sure the humans wouldn’t do something out of hand. And he was pretty sure he could get Rakusa to keep her unholy trap shut with some of the photos he’d acquired.
He strolled right into Tsunade’s office, nobody paying him a second glance. The Hokage was busy resting her head on a stack of paperwork, a couple open bottles of sake in danger of tipping.
“Whoever you are, get out. I am not in the mood,” she snarled.
Naruto chuckled as he closed the door and dropped the ward. “Really, Baachan? As I recall, you always made time for me.”
Tsunade jerked up like she’d been electrocuted. Her eyes widened in surprise. “Naruto!”
“Hello to you too. Now, do you have the deed to my territory yet?”

Hope you all enjoyed this. Much more waiting in the wings.
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