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For the Thrill of It	By : c0p13r Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 7914 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-A Round at the Bar
- 2-Blame it on the Booze
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Blame It On the Booze
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            Apologies were tricky when alcohol was involved. Insincerity and all. Someone could apologize, go on for hours about their mistake, and once sober, go right back and make those mistakes again. Kiba, in some fashion, felt guilty of how he behaved and how he took advantage of the drunken Karui. When he did pull the awkward, snagging ‘Sorry…’ from his clenching throat, she simply shrugged it off – as nonchalantly as she could manage, for her emotions obviously flared, and not in a positive way, behind her stoic mask – and sat at the bar with him. No more mentioning that night; that was the sole condition if Kiba was to join her. The Inuzuka pack would follow the command of their alpha, and they spoke not a word. Kiba didn’t try to pry or anything; he was on his best behavior.
            And still, they wound up in an alleyway on the way home, hands over each other, lips unwilling to part. Kiba, naturally dominant, grabbed the back of her head and forced her still so that his tongue could plunder her mouth. But her own authority wouldn’t succumb, and her weight was thrown to him, smacking his skull hard against the wall behind him, dazing him so that her teeth could find the cord of his neck. He hissed, let her put her mark on him, and then turned the tables once more. She was spun around, her front against the opposite wall whilst Kiba fiddled behind her. She felt his erection against the curve of her backside. He nestled snuggly against it and rotated his pelvis to show his lust. Briefly, his fingers found her crotch, and through all the layers of clothes, he pressed at just the right spot; practiced fingers.
            She was ready for him. She waited for him to hike her dress up and bunch it around her waist, tug aside her panties – red… in case something unexpected happened again at the bar – and squeeze into her again. Practically the same size as Choji, but her husband was overly bashful when it came to bedroom intimacies.
            Kiba had already taken down his zipper before he paused. Maybe it was the crack to the back of his head, but the recklessness of saké had suddenly met the opposition of guilt again. Growling, he forced his hand to overlap and clasp the one she was using to brace against the wall. He wanted to fuck her; she wanted him to as well. Give her what she wanted; cram every inch of his cock up her snatch and provide her with the necessary pleasures of their station!
            Yet he could not do it. He only made it as far as taking out his shaft, and though Karui tugging on it was incentive, he refused. “We’re drunk,” he said, looking off painfully to the side when their interrupted passions had entered that murky, un-arousing state where you knew nothing was going to happen, or if it did, it’d be awkward and quiet.
            Neither of them liked awkward and quiet…
            “Of course, I’m drunk,” Karui announced after a moment of silence and obvious disappointment. She straightened out her clothes, brushed back her smooth hair, knowing that Kiba was watching her, and turned a cold shoulder to him as her arms crossed. “There’s no other way I’d let an idiot like you touch me.” She could almost see the hackles rise at his neck, taking her words as a challenge. He’d fling her against the wall, pick up where they had left off, and make her sing her denouncement of monogamy.
            He didn’t. Years of doglike obedience had been pounded into his skull by his mother. Even if he succumbed to the instinct that led them to this tricky, sticky situation, he could show some restraint… as well as some respect for her and her husband.
            Karui said she wouldn’t be coming to the bar again, and left him with that singular promise.
            It was a promise that perhaps lasted a week at best; Kiba couldn’t know because he was away for a week on a mission to train the youths of Konoha the layout of Konoha’s terrain. But sure enough, the night he returned and went to the bar, drinking merrily with his Konoha kinsmen, Karui appeared. He smelt her before she walked through those doors, and a part of him had hoped that she was just passing by outside. But no… the ebony knockout was through those doors like she owned the place, her amber eyes immediately finding the bar.
            She knew he was there, where he was, but she didn’t show it; her eyes didn’t glance once in his direction, yet she picked the singular spot on the bar that had her full back to him. The cold shoulder again; it almost made Kiba laugh, almost made him stand up and go over to her. She smelled of the outside. Though assimilated as a ninja of Konoha, the wild and great peaks of her homeland had become a permanent part of her scent, and Kiba was drawn to it. He kept himself in his seat, for Karui was not alone.
            Bringing Choji would’ve angered Kiba. This was his bar, this was the place he laid claim to Karui. Maybe she knew that, because it was Ino at her side, chatting up a storm about motherhood, her son and husband, and all sorts of trivial things Kiba knew Karui couldn’t stand.
            But what Ino definitely was was a barrier. If Kiba approached, Ino’s perceptive eyes would catch on, and her mouth would run all over Konoha. He wasn’t very fond of Ino beyond being comrades, but this was the first time he wanted to throw her out of the place.
            So Kiba had no choice but to ignore Karui as she was ignoring him. Easier said than done when Kiba kept stealing glances at her, becoming distracted from the now-irritating stories of his bar buddies. Karui had a mug of beer with her, but the foamy head hadn’t even come close to her lips. She really was here for him if she had her drink and wasn’t enjoying it.
            Troublesome woman… Kiba rolled his eyes with a groan, hating that he quoted Shikamaru in any way. The irritations of the night – two hours in at the bar – had become overwhelming. A trip to the restroom, and then straight home… Maybe he wouldn’t be bringing back company, but his hand would take care of those troubles, no matter how long it took.
            He told those in his circle where he was going and that he was done for the night. They nodded and carried on like he was already long gone. No real friendship among them; Kiba was fine with that. With no stagger to his steps, the alcohol already clearing from his head from the hour-long sobriety, he made it to the restroom. He hadn’t gone for the toilet; he went for the sink, splashed his face a couple of times, and observed himself in the mirror. Stiff features cracked with a fang-peeking smirk.
            Troublesome woman, he thought again.
            He walked towards the toilets behind him, a quick, unneeded relieving before heading home, before the door opened and someone walked in. It was a public restroom; Kiba wouldn’t have bothered looking over, but for the earthy smell of Kumogakure…
            He whirled around and confirmed visually what his nose had already told him. Karui stood there, staring at him intently, the first time she’d looked at him directly all night. That look sent invigoration down his body and made him begin to swell.
            In her hand was the beer she still hadn’t touched. Holding its handle now might’ve been another of the night’s firsts. Was she going to down all of it before speaking? Kiba hesitated, waited for some kind of reason for this improper intrusion on the men’s restroom, and finally caved and questioned her.
            Her answer was safely locked behind her glossy lips. She was standing right next to the sink he had just been in front of. Her beer-holding hand stretched out over it and upended the mug. This silent demonstration spoke loudly her intentions: No alcohol tonight.
            Before Kiba could process her reasoning, she was on him. Her tongue tasted faintly of green tea; no sour sting of alcohol could be found in her mouth. She wanted him to know this. She was coherent, in every stage of her right mind, and two very certain words came out of her mouth when she slid her lips off his: “Fuck me.”
            It took nothing more for Kiba’s inhibitions to give way so that he could surge her against the divider of the stall he had been caught in. He was on her mouth immediately, kissing and slurping at her lips and tongue. His hair – usually slicked back – swung forward from the force and acted as a wispy, broken veil around their faces. He nearly ripped the vee of her blouse to get to her breasts, unbound from a bra. The succulent flesh felt so good and right in his palm. He tweaked those dark nipples of her, making them ache tenderly after he’d finished with them; one tit, after his play, came out from her daringly-low collar.
            He would fuck her now. He would give her the pounding he should have given in the alley. Now, there was no fog of alcohol to his clarity. He would remember the feel, the sight, the sounds and scents as he squeezed every inch up her twat.
            He brought up the hem of her dress, and what a surprise it was to find the passionate red waiting for him, guarding her chastity from his sight with irresistible allure. His erection was out before he chose to go for her. The moment the entrance was exposed, he wanted to be inside of her. He tantalized the moment with deliberate hesitation, his finger tracing the rim of her panties, so very close to her sex. “Ino?” he asked quietly.
            “Gone.”
            Fabric cracked and stretched, and Karui howled out as she was filled. Kiba buried his own noise into the crook of her neck. Amazing how he hadn’t taken another girl since that first night with this redhead… He took in her scent, and his blood became molten. The obnoxious (to him) smell of Choji lingered. He must’ve lain with his wife no more than a night or two ago. The fat bastard… Kiba inwardly cursed the audacity… the audacity of them both. Karui was heaved upward, her toes almost coming off the ground as Kiba rammed into her, supporting her ass with tightly-clenching hands.
            She was his now!
            POUND!! POUND!!
            How dare she lay with another man, husband or not?!
            POUND-POUND-POUND!!
            Karui gasped, struggled for breath as the elated Inuzuka fucked her harder than she ever had been before! The men in Kumo had been thorough, but Kiba’s hips carried and transferred passion to her. She wrapped a leg around him for stability. “Oh! Ahn!” Noises of pleasure came from her, but not much in terms of coherency. He was better than her husband; she gave him that and more. Whether or not they were similar in size didn’t matter. A curiosity had led her and Choji to experiment with the Expansion Jutsu, but without control and knowhow, Karui was too sore to walk the following day; it was not a time she or even Choji could brag about. Increased size didn’t equal increased pleasure.
            But Kiba knew what he was doing. He rotated and gyrated and somehow managed to angle himself just perfectly to hit that one particular spot in her body that brought her to climax. She hugged him to her bosom, burying his sweaty face in her cleavage as she let out a hoarse cry of ecstasy.
            Kiba wasn’t done. Even as the divider buckled and threatened to break loose from the screws that had it to the wall, he kept going harder and faster. Even when someone walked in – a brief entrance before scurrying back out, unaware who the two were within the toilet stall – he wouldn’t let Karui down. Nothing would get him to do so… until she spoke again, a hot, sultry whisper as she dipped to his ear.
            “I always thought the Inuzuka preferred a certain position.”
            She bit at his ear.
            He knew exactly what she wanted, and it was exactly what she would get. He let her down, a brief period for them both to catch their breaths as she turned and drew her dress over her jutting backside. Again, the panties – now drenched at the crotch – nearly ripped, and again, Karui felt the satisfaction of a man invading her willing body.
            Kiba would’ve preferred her on her hands and knees, yipping like a bitch in heat as he rutted her. Next time, he assured himself as he bent over her and scooped up both of her floundering tits.
            Next time…
            Karui locked her fingers over the top of the stall, each thrust against her echoing in the form of the divider’s rattling. Yes, she had Choji recently, and even so, she went back to Kiba. These were not the desperate actions of a neglected housewife; these were the choices of an adventurous woman craving satisfaction! She needed the thrill, and Kiba was more than willing to give it to her; give it all to her as he threw himself against her cervix a final time, cried out a prolonged crescendo, and sent his fertile volley to her womb. When his tired member dropped out of her – Kiba did not draw back, lingering for as long as the stature of his erection allowed – the outpour ran in milky rivulets down her brown thighs. Her hand absently touched the mess, closing its escape to harbor as much of him as she could.
            Kiba came down, arousal – stronger than any liquor – finally ebbing to bring the uncertainty of the after. He looked at Karui out of the corner of his eye; direct eye contact might be painful. Karui said nothing and just futzed with the collar of his shirt, distracting herself. She wasn’t aroused anymore either. She had the mind of a wife who’d willingly cheated on her loving husband for some guy at the bar. Kiba bit his tongue and waited for her to shove away and scold him outwardly, herself inwardly. He knew the game.
            “Come to my house,” was her startling request.
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So, obviously a different style with this story; I call it a ‘quickie story’. I don’t bother with accuracies and dialogue, so I can get it done within an hour or so – if I’m uninterrupted. Those who like the pairing but not the style, the concluding chapter of this trilogy will be written in my usual format, as I am not able to explore the dynamics of these two characters
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