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Thunderstruck	By : c0p13r Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 47947 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Chapter List
- 1-Thunderstruck
- 2-Sealed Thunder
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Sealed Thunder
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            He saw her. He saw her first, not the man standing in front of her, donned in the robe of the revered Hokage, hair of shocked gold and piercing eyes of cerulean. This man was title, but Ay’s gaze was transfixed on the wife.
            Kushina was looking back at him, solemn as her husband. Her jovial features were masked by the expectations of a Hokage’s wife. She did not let the Habanero slip as she watched him.
            Minato welcomed Ay and his entourage – the shaggy blond named Darui and Mabui, outfitted in the gear of Kumo shinobi – as guests of Konoha; Bee, though brother to the newly-appointed Raikage, was too valuable an asset to risk in foreign territory. Ay was mostly uninterested in the ceremony of the process of visiting hierarchy, responding in one syllable words or grunts.
            “Please,” Minato said, his warm smile finally coming to grace his features, “enjoy the comforts of Konohagakure during your stay, Raikage.” He spoke the title with respect.
            “Hn.” Ay’s sharp gaze ghosted over Minato, the briefest show of acknowledgment before he set himself upon the goal, his prize, his reason. Gruffly, he replied, but not to Minato, “I intend to.”
            The mask slipped, and the Habanero’s arrogance shown in a simple smirk.
~~~
            “Why are they here?” Kakashi stood in the Hokage’s office after the ceremony, always tardy to be at his former sensei’s side; a terrible habit he’d picked up, but Minato found it endearing, even when circumstances were dire. They weren’t now. A visiting Raikage and his two consorts were hardly a reason to rally to troops. Not that he was one to brag, but Minato had trumped Ay once before. On his home turf, the Raikage wouldn’t stand a chance.
            “I don’t like it, Minato-sensei.”
            Minato smiled, still going over the forms on his desk. “The war still haunts you, makes you distrustful of other nations,” he sagely offered. “Jiraiya-sensei has vouched that the Raikage was traveling only with Darui-san and Mabui-san; no covert opts. Jiraiya-sensei’s intel gathering skills are the best in Konoha, maybe even in the Five Nations. Trust him, Kakashi.”
            Kakashi’s one-eyed stare showed that he was not convinced, even though he nodded with a “Yes, Minato-sensei.”
            “And you’re a Jonin now, Kakashi,” Minato complained with heightened levity. “You don’t need to call me Sensei anymore!”
            “… You’re Hokage and you still call Jiraiya Sensei.”
~~~
            Ay hadn’t planned a coup. He saw Konoha still as a colony of foolish, bleeding hearts. This was a customary show of peace between Kumo and Konoha, but for him, it was the only way to see her again.
            Comforts of Konoha…
            Ay sneered at the rows of bars, BBQ grills, and a ramen shop run by a man and his little girl. Kumo needed only one parlor for big, meaty meals; every other shop should be for the progression of power!
            He’d seen enough before dusk, and dusk was when he would operate.
            He’d taken the day to stalk the halls of the Hokage manor, and his scouts reported to him the layout of areas he’d no time to observe. It was Mabui who provided the important information, the pathway to the Hokage’s private hot spring. Konoha was known to have a surplus of great hot springs. It stood to reason that the leader of the Village would have special access to one.
            Therefore, he staked out at the corridor leading to the bathhouse. He’d dismissed Darui and Mabui to their own devices. So long as the Hokage was preoccupied… That was the sole order he gave them, and he trusted them without exception.
            He also trusted his own intuition, and was not disappointed.
            The redheaded girl appeared around the corner, looking discontent as she rubbed at her shoulders, tilting her head to the opposite side and exposing her luscious neck. She quietly complained about the stress of the day. A hot soak would do her well. In naught but a white robe and some slippers, she slumped her way down the hall and out of Ay’s sight.
            But he had already locked on. Once again, she would be his. He had risen through the ranks in their short time since she defeated him. No… He errored. A simple miscalculation of a more naïve self.
            This time, he vowed aloud to himself, he would correct the mistake, and the Uzumaki would accept her defeat.
~~~
            Kushina, in her own privacy, never stood on ceremony or rules or custom. Outcast as a child, isolated from her clan, she made her rules, and with great satisfaction to herself, Minato went along with her. Hokage or not, he followed the shots she called.
            I’m going to the hot springs alone.
            Yes, dear.
            He didn’t question, and she didn’t skip a beat.
            Nor did she undress in the room, set her robe in a basket, put a towel around her naked form. No, she was alone, and that meant she did as she wanted. She took off her robe at the edge of the steamy pond to expose her nakedness to it. Full, perky breasts that rested high on her chest, not weighed down with excess, age or motherhood. Without trying, she congratulated herself while combing out her hair, she was a bombshell. The boys who picked on her as a child would drool over themselves if they could see her now.
            She sloshed into the water, gentle waves rippling outward as she moved to the deeper center. She was in mid-thigh waters when she stopped. Kunoichi senses alerted her, and danger was in the air. She smirked in spite of this. She knew exactly who was bold enough to trespass on her and arrogant enough not to mask his approach. A glance over her shoulder, her arms coming up at her sides to tuck conservatively against her breasts; she almost seemed timid if not for her radiant ego gleaming in her eye.
            Ay faced her from the shore. The trappings of a Raikage had been done away with. He was only in his pants. This wasn’t to be a power play of his rank. He was going to best her as a solitary man.
            “My husband wouldn’t like you sneaking in on me like this,” she warned. She pointedly kept her nudity from his gaze, though her butt was a show itself. “What do you think he’d do if he caught you?” Her eyes darkened and her smirk deepened. “What do you think I should do?”
            Ay remained composed. Her attitude was almost magnetic, but he’d prepared to resist. He had been caught off guard last time by her tricky tongue, her feminine wiles. To defeat her and make her submit to him, he would tune her out.
            Fists at his side slowly loosened. They’d need to be fast to catch her and hold her down. If not for previous meditation, his manhood would’ve already been struggling against his pants, urging to bury itself deep within the Uzumaki, claim her absolutely as his own.
            “Do you think this is wise? I beat you last time, tebane.” Slowly, she rotated, her arms easing away from her breasts to show the soft bounce of their release. Ay caught the gentle motion, but refused her any other distraction. He could concern himself with her quim after he’d secured her.
            Lightning erupted around him, and she responded only by clasping her hands in front of her, one index finger lifted. Did she intend to counter him by summoning her Biju Chakra? He wasn’t afraid. Only Bee had an instantaneous to the Tailed-Beast, and even he wasn’t fast enough to catch his brother. Kushina, inept in her use of the Kyubi, would need at least a moment or two to channel the deadly powers. By that time, Ay would already be inside of her, slaking his need for her and commanding her to his will.
            Not a second to waste!
            “Kushina,” he growled at her, carefully bowing forward in preparation. “You’re mine.”
            Kushina’s response was a simple one: “Down!”
            Ay made to charge and take her down in one stride. But how come he suddenly felt so heavy? Obviously, he weighed a significant amount due to his height and muscle mass, but it had never hindered his lightning speed before, let alone stop him completely. His foot slid forward no more than three inches from the inertial of his takeoff, but that was all the distance made. It felt like chains had materialized on his wrists and ankles, keeping him in place. Try as he might to fight the phenomenon, Ay began to crumble from the weight until he was kneeling.
            “What…?!” He pulled with his arm, yet it didn’t budge. “What is this?” He fought until Kushina, at her leisure, approached, hands still clasped and her body still exposed.
            And that smirk…
            “You’ve underestimated the Uzumaki, Raikage-san.” Kushina’s hips rocked from side-to-side, a sway that was not often practiced by her, but she pulled it off. She was unafraid to show him her nakedness. He’d taken advantage of her before, but saw only the merest bit of what her beauty had to offer. Now she stood before him in full glory, and he was bound.
            “What… argh!...” The Raikage pulled at his body, willing it to move, yet it disobeyed completely. “… have you done?”
            A dainty foot touched the broad span of his chest, and with the merest nudge of that dainty foot, the behemoth of a man, known for his rock solid posture and unwavering demeanor, fell back like he was a tall sack of flour. Again, he fought, and again, a force greater than gravity kept him down.
            Kushina loomed over him, putting her feet on either side of his torso so that his hungry, insatiable gaze would not go wanting. He stared up her legs to the source that drove his need and obsession; her breasts were higher still, bountiful yet modest. And that smirk…
            Why hadn’t his dick hardened? True, in the circumstances, such a thing should not have been something to fret over, but Ay’s concentration had been broken. His instincts should have readied him for the possibility to breed. Yet for all the incentive his eyes bore witness to, he remained soft.
            “The Uzumaki are gifted with seals.” Kushina dropped suddenly, an immodest pose for a woman with her knees bent outward, showcasing her fiery-haired pelvis. Her descent was mirrored by her breasts, jostling and wobbling from the abruptness, catching up to where they belonged on her. She tapped a finger on his forehead, and try as he might to resist, she nudged his head back onto the floor. “Did you think I would just let you go last time?” Her eyebrows bunched in the center of her face when she made a mean smirk. “You shouldn’t be so careless when an enemy spares you.”
            Ay’s eyes widened. He remembered with great rage and humiliation Kushina’s triumph over him, his brother, and their entire platoon. How could he have been so arrogant to think that she would let him go with a simple beat down? Her entire intention had been to get revenge for the attempt on her freedom years prior!
            “You…!” Ay could bunch his fists until his palms bled, but the seal – whatever it was – kept him at her mercy.
            “It’s not a seal typically used in battle,” Kushina explained, a childlike innocence to her voice as her eyes wandered up in repose. “Normally, a fight would be over before we could even use it. The target needs to be relaxed, weak, and motionless.” The wickedness came back in a flash when her eyes set on him again. “You were very cooperative, tebane.”
            “No,” Ay refused with a forceful shake of his head. His glower was hard. “I was examined. All injuries were taken care of!” Mabui was a very thorough aide; she did not let her new Raikage suffer a single scratch.
            Kushina made a short laugh. He felt the heat of her crotch above his chest. He willed himself not to glance. “A treaty of Konoha and Uzu means trade secrets.” She leaned back, and then her rump eased onto his abs so that her finger could trace at his core.
            Ay felt like he’d taken a blow to the stomach from the Sannin Tsunade.
            “But you followed me all the way down here to see me.”
            Ay grunted and lifted his head just enough to see Kushina recline until she was lying across his body, her elbow propping up on the ground between his legs. Her hands dug through his pants until she uncovered his shame. “I could play with you,” she said tauntingly, drawing his flaccid shaft towards her lips without breaking eye contact, “but it doesn’t seem like you want to.” She laughed at his imposed impotence.
            He cursed, and cursed again, harder, when he felt warmth surround his noncompliant length. Kushina forwent the tease of her tongue and immediately brought him into her mouth; there, her tongue could lash at her leisure. And any man in such a place would have been rigid and dripping the moment her hot breath ran like a tide against his tip, but not Ay, and not by choice.
            “Kushina,” growled the Raikage in a bid to mask his own helplessness with a threat. “You will pay for this. Undo the seal…” He was cut off by his own flinch. Kushina made a threat of her own, wordless, yet very clear when her teeth tightened against his tip.
            Don’t test me, or I’ll get rid of this useless thing, tebane.
            She waited, matching Ay’s glare until he backed down – not an easy thing to do for him – and turned his eyes off to the side. A sound like a laugh came out of her occupied mouth before she commenced, sliding down his embarrassed length. It would have been difficult if not impossible to take him into her mouth when erect, but this docile state was convenient. She could feel it; his rage flowing in his blood as he fought her inescapable trap. Willpower, however, could not combat the will of the whirlpool.
            Kushina made an obscene slurp as she went to his base, gulping at his head before withdrawing. The back of her hand wiped at her glossy grin. “You seem so frustrated,” she teased. A fingernail touched his sternum and dragged down between his solid, pronounced muscles. Suddenly, she surged forward, her small body covering only a small portion of the giant as she pressed her grin towards his face. He felt the softness of her body settled against him; breasts and her pronounced nipples, especially, as well as the gentle prickle of her auburn pubic hair against his stomach. He felt her breath on his chin as she spoke in seductive irony, smelled the mint of her toothpaste on her voice. As she spoke, she drew a circle around his own nipple, lazy and deliberate. “Should I bring Minato down here so you can see how a real man fucks me?”
            Ay couldn’t help snarling, imagining the disgrace of the infuriating Hokage laying claim to the Uzumaki, succeeding where he, the great Fourth Raikage had failed before! “You…!” He fought against the seal restricting him to the floor, and Kushina granted him a little bit of awe when his arm almost lifted. “I…! The Raikage…! Grr!” He fought and fought and fought, but the Uzumaki seal was seemingly perfect.
            Regardless of his angry efforts, nothing changed, which was unsurprising to Kushina, who ran the tip of her tongue across his dark chest. She chuckled throatily. “Maybe it’s poor manners to leave you like this.” Her left hand wrapped around his cock, rubbing it and causing it to flop lifelessly in her grip. “Should I be nice?”
            Ay didn’t like her tone; he hated the cute innocence she feigned. She was a crafty witch, he’d learned very painfully, and he would not accept her as weak!
            He was shocked, visibly so, when he felt the empowerment of his cock surge and rise to the swollen erection it was meant to be. It was a relief and a burden all at once, though while he showed Kushina what he was capable of again – she couldn’t fully hide her astonishment at his growth – it swelled and swelled until it was painful.
            Yet still, the rest of him felt bolted to the floor. She willed his dick to life, but that was it, and for her own reasons. His fists creaked as they tightened against the floor. Did she mean to leave him like this for someone to walk in on the great Raikage, dejected and humiliated?! He’d will his heart to stop before such a fate!
            “Kushina, you dare to…?” She was standing up when he growled at her, but a dainty foot in his mouth shut him up good.
            “You shouldn’t talk to me in that tone,” she said, her voice low. “I could kill you, tebane.” Her toes stayed in his mouth, and he uttered nothing even though he seemed to want to curse at her. A pass of his tongue against her little piggies; an unspoken word or a private fetish? No matter, for she kept his mouth occupied, but allowed him still to stare up her lovely legs and watch her cross her fingers in front of her in a seal familiar to Konoha Jonin.
            “Kage Bunshin no Jutsu!”
            And to Ay’s horror, two redhaired temptresses now stood above him, naked amongst dispersing trailers of smoke. And both were goading with twin smirks and folded arms.
            Ay scowled, but no face from him could seem very threatening with Kushina’s foot clogging his mouth. “I’ll let you have some fun,” cooed the Kushina on the left, bending down with her fists moving onto her hips, letting her breasts dangle freely. “But don’t tell anyone,” sang the other before taking her toes from his tongue.
            He wanted to berate her – both of them – for such audacity, but what sane man could come up with a complaint when the loveliest woman in Konoha and wife to the man esteemed to be that greatest of all Hokage (details are murky in this regard…) smoothly straddled his waist? His cock ran up the length of the crevice of her ass until she leaned forward to apply him to her sex. Short fur rubbed tantalizingly against his tip before she led him to her entrance. But penetration, though Ay was making a valiant effort against his curse to surge upward and impale her, wasn’t as imminent as believed.
            The second Kushina made her appearance, leaning her face towards her doppelganger’s – or creator’s – rear end. A lazy lick traveled from her pussy around to her pucker, where saliva was applied generously. Ay’s cock was then steered to that very precise hole, and after a suckle or two on the bulbous head, the Kushina remarked, “You haven’t had a chance back here. Would you like to try like your brother?”
            Hatred turned liquid and filled his veins. The chords of his neck tensed like they planned to rip out of his skin. But he wisely refrained from cursing at her. Rage, he counseled himself, was unbefitting a commander. Yet it was such an intoxicating emotion!
            Kushina – the one holding his dick, that is – laughed at him and the transparency of his feelings. If he wanted to copy his brother, he wouldn’t get the chance, for she stole him away from that entry point and put him on a path to her womb. The receiving Kushina inhaled deeply as her nether lips swallowed his huge girth.
            She didn’t kneel; she wouldn’t have any leverage if she had. Instead, she had squatted deep, knees bending outward to allow her control and mobility as she took him in. A nice, wet invasion… Big as he was, her wetness accommodated him. Maybe he could take solace that their last encounter had ruined her, stretched her beyond what her weak husband could fill.
            That was not the case. Kushina was simply ready for him this time, and he knew it by the way she leered at him over her shoulder.
            A few practice pumps; she still had to familiarize herself with this foreign cock. And then she began to ride him, up and down on steady and flawless strokes that Ay was in awe of. The tension in his neck turned to a gulp and a struggle not to groan. Kushina was moaning, tossing her hair back so that the red strands streaked across his abdomen in crimson waves.
            “You won’t cum until we will it,” the other Kushina purred in his ear. She was right next to his face, yet his eyes could not tear from the sight of Kushina’s ass clapping as it came down on his lap, his cock almost fully hidden inside of her. The other Kushina kissed at his cheek, pressing her lips in with a chuckle. He wanted to fuck them both into oblivion, fuck until one popped in a burst of white cloud and the other until all she could scream was “Raikage-sama! I can’t take anymore, tebane!”
            “Dammit…!” His body tensed. How could he arrive so soon at his climax? He’d waited for this too long, wanted it too much. He’d fill Kushina’s womb with his seed, intent for her to bear him a child before Minato’s spawn ever took place within her. But when the hot sensation of ejaculation was at its peak, it came to a painful end. His eyes cracked with the disappointing sensation, and the Kushina at his ear cackled.
            “You didn’t listen, tebane!” She poked his nose. “Only when we want it…” Then, with the grace of a cat, she moved on top of his face, thighs stretched and snatch neatly applied to his mouth. When his tongue did not lavish her, she grabbed a fistful of his blond hair and yanked. Her eyes were dangerous. “I have not forgotten last time, Kumo.” Her demeanor had changed; dangerous and easily provoked, yet her counterpart’s rhythm hadn’t snagged in the least, a carefree bounce with the occasional, playful rotation of her hips. “Do you need reminding?”
            Rage quarreled with anxiety, and Ay’s tongue stretched to do its work. Not that he didn’t like tasting her; it was a battle of wills, and his was barely able to stand at this point. He licked her, but not shyly. He went at her as fiercely as he could while shackled, stabbing at her insides or nipping at her folds. He employed every trick he’d learned in the craft of sexual ninjutsu taught in his Village. Even his nose shoved against her clit and nuzzled as a drastic step. And all the while, the Kushina on his cock was bringing him to a disappointment again.
            He rose, held his breath in eager anticipation, and then fought down the whimper that followed when his release reversed. The pain of it was beyond staggering. He even lost track of his tongue’s toiling until Kushina barked at him and yanked his hair.
            On either end, the Kushinas used the Raikage, taunting him and flexing their will. Sometimes, they’d mentioned Minato, and how he was able to satisfy three of them at once. “You might think yourself the greatest Kage,” breathed the Kushina on his face, ducking to give him an eyeful of her tits, “but in the bedroom, Minato shames you.”
            What about that triggered the third orgasm? Ay would be scarred by this feeling forever, the odd elation of another man satisfying his obsession while he was woefully incomplete in that category?
            “C’mon! Lick more passionately!”
            “I can barely feel anything, tebane!”
            “You call yourself Raikage?”
            “You can’t even satisfy one woman!”
            “RRAAAHH!!” Ay, with all his might, jabbed his pelvis upward, punching Kushina’s cervix so hard that she could not help a scream; a scream that would be immediately followed by the burst of a shadow clone and the empty remnants of white smoke. So the one on his face was the real one; Ay felt some satisfaction that she wasn’t certain of herself if she’d actually ridden him. From beneath her patch of pubic hair, his eyes leered as if in conquest.
            But she wasn’t daunted. Uzumaki Kushina couldn’t be daunted. Not when she could still flash that smirk, the smirk that sang I know something you don’t know~.
            The secret was revealed, and Ay trembled when the weight above his face vanished, and the truth was made. Both fake, but the trap had been real; the seal pinning him to the floor also stayed real.
            The unladylike laughter of Kushina echoed from the entrance to the hot springs. It took great effort and pain for Ay to look that way to see her, fully clothed, holding her sides as she went into stitches at his humiliation. When she was done, she leered at him. “You thought you’d easily get to the Hokage’s wife, under his own nose in his own house?” She twirled a pointing finger at him, singing with an upturned nose, “You’re~so~stu~pid~!”
            “Kushina,” growled the beast of a man. His cock was still rigid; more than before, it ached for satisfaction and demanded it of him! “Remove this seal! Damn you!” He tried to flail; all that happened was his erection swung left and right comically. “Release me!”
            “Huh? I can’t understand you when you roar like an animal.” Kushina, having had her fun for the night, pivoted on her foot. “I’m done with you, tebane. Maybe someone will find you in the morning~!”
            “I’ll remove this seal, woman!” he bellowed after her. “I will be back for you!”
            She paused then, just before she could turn the corner. Then she looked over her shoulder at him, smiling slyly. “Remove it? You’ll never even find it. Only a Byakugan can detect its location, after all, and you have no Hyuga in your Village. I guess you’ll have to rely on your younger brother to provide an heir for your family, tebane.” She was gone, leaving him with the parting that she had not restricted his brother as she had him. It was another jab at his pride, to be forced to rely on others instead of his own potency.
            Fingers clutching at the stone beneath him until divots were torn, he roared, heedless of the commotion it would cause. “KUSHINA!!”
~~~
            To Ay’s fortune, he was not found that night. Whether by Kushina’s will or some time limit of the seal’s effectiveness, he was allowed to move not long before dawn. Dejected, humiliated and unsatisfied, he clothed himself and trudged back to his staying quarters, where Darui waited, perplexed by the absences of his boss and Mabui. When asked of last night’s events, Ay dismissed every word. All that seemed to consume the Raikage from that day forward was the Hyuga and the possession of the Byakugan…
~~~The End~~~
There was an idea at this story’s conception to turn it into a dark, not-completely-smutty story of obsession with Ay desiring Kushina above all else, and wanting to maintain his pride, murders his brother and any other who bore witness to his first defeat. It was going to be a story about Kushina constantly besting him, and his obsession driving him mad… But this story ends here! Yay! True, not as good as the first chapter; maybe even unnecessary! But I think this will end the requests for Ay dominating Kushina in revenge! Dun-do-ba-dee-ba-do, I’m copier!
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