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Sakura and the Thunderclap	By : c0p13r Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 28140 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Warning No. 4: ADULTERY ahead! I honestly do not believe I can make this any clearer than what I put as the title of this chapter. This chapter contains ADULTERY between Sakura and A! Yay!
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Sakura cheats on Naruto with A after healing him (and fuck, I just realized that I didn't change 'A' to 'Ay'... ugh... Just bear with me; this project is done anyway)
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            That night, Sakura stayed in bed longer than Naruto, but didn’t get much sleep. Her body was hot, sweating, and flushed. She tossed and turned with frustrated moans. While her boyfriend was able to sleep soundly on a blanket set on the floor, Sakura was still having difficulty letting her eyes fall shut. For a significant portion of the night, she just stared up at the ceiling and tried to quell the memories of her intimate encounters with the giant Raikage. The opportunity Naruto would’ve had to be intimate with Sakura had passed him by without him ever knowing; Sakura wouldn’t have felt right seducing him when she was all hot and bothered by her earlier discovery.
            Groaning, she tugged the blankets over her head. Why did she have to keep thinking of that detestable man? It only made her recall what she had confirmed by walking in on him in the bath. Perhaps in Konoha, Naruto had something to be proud of between his legs; in Kumogakure, A and his cohorts set a new standard. How did the women of the Cloud even manage when the men were so equipped? The brief glimpses of C and Darui proved that there was some significant difference between the two villages. Again, she theorized that there was something significant in their diet that differed from Konoha; it would explain the massive beasts, after all.
            Just a few more hours, she thought when looking at the clock hanging above the door. A few more hours in the same establishment with the biggest man she’d ever seen, and then she could be on her way back home, where only one penis mattered to her: Naruto’s nine inches.
            The Raikage’s would surely be much larger when erect; perhaps a solid foot in length if not more, and substantial girth. He’d probably ruin any woman underneath his pounding hips, maybe even Tsunade-sama! And if her own master couldn’t handle that size, Sakura doubted she’d survive…
            Sakura blinked her eyes wide. Just what were her thoughts straying to now?! Before the mental image could fully develop of her gasping and sweaty form underneath the merciless giant, she shook her head and scolded herself. Her boyfriend was in the same room! How could she even start to think of another man looming over her, a force of power like she’d never known before?
            The rest of the night was mostly spent fending off those and similar suggestions…
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            Drowsy and not feeling particularly hungry, Sakura simply stared at the breakfast that had been prepared for her and Naruto. Her boyfriend had no difficulty gulping down the assortment of eggs, meat, and fruit with the grace of an Akimichi; he even asked Sakura if she was willing to finish her untouched meal. She responded by shoving the plate towards him. She wouldn’t berate his manners as he practically licked the plate clean; after all those wicked thoughts trying to force their way in last night, she didn’t feel like she could look down from her high horse at Naruto again until the recollections had safely receded. It was simple ‘girlhood’ curiosity, she vindicated, but still awful. After encountering Naruto’s nine-inches, it was only natural for her to be awestruck that there were those even bigger!
            She was no whore, Sakura told herself. She didn’t get worked up just because of a guy’s size; she certainly didn’t lower her standards from Sasuke to Naruto just because of what the blonde was packing. Heck, she wasn’t even aware of Naruto’s size until months into their relationship. It certainly proved to be a bonus when she got accustomed to it plowing into her.
            After sitting in the guest cafeteria for a while – and after Naruto called for several helpings of miso ramen – Darui appeared before them. As always, he showed no particular enthusiasm or expression aside from dismalness, but his visible eye did linger on Sakura; obviously, he remembered the incident last night very well. Sakura couldn’t help blushing, recalling how she briefly caught a glimpse of his own, dangling member before he covered up. C was probably still in shock and wouldn’t wander anywhere near Sakura.
            The timing last night couldn’t have been more terrible, she fretted again in her head. Darui, C and the Raikage, who outmatched them all! And now, today, she’d have to be secluded in a room with him again? Heavens help her! She would be mortified if A removed his trousers in such a blatant fashion again. Now that she had an actual image in her head of his ‘size’, there was really nothing left for her imagination to pick at… aside from imagining it growing.
            “Sakura-san, if you are prepared, Boss is ready for the procedure,” Darui said, breaking Sakura out of her dizzying daydream. For someone who was caught naked last night, he seemed more or less like himself, even to Sakura. “I’ll take you to him now if you wish.”
            So soon? Sakura looked over at the clock and was astonished that it was already one o’clock. She would seriously have to tell Naruto to stop eating so much, Kyuubi or no. Honestly, after last night, she’d hoped to stave off the procedure a while longer, at least until she had better control over her thoughts. Pulling out the stops, she blurted out, “N-Naruto is still eating. I think he’d want to be in attendance…”
            “It’s fine, Sakura-chan,” mumbled Naruto while munching on the last bit of his ramen. He snickered, placing a reassuring hand on her back – a gesture that made her flinch. “I want to look around Kumo some more before this Bee guy takes me on the mission. I know you like to concentrate when you’re working, ‘tebayo.”
            Tactless doofus, though she supposed it was her own fault; she did reprimand him from time to time from hovering around her while she was trying to treat patients. Now she could not fall back on him for support should her attention stray to whatever was lying underneath A’s towel. Naruto may have been a dunce in many aspects, but he was a viable source of resolve. Without him, Sakura feared that she might crumble in some way while alone in the Raikage’s presence.
            Maybe she was just over-thinking things. A certainly seemed like a man not to be interested in someone happening upon his nakedness, especially someone so much younger than he. Aside from his brutality and crudeness, he was a dutiful sort. Surely, he wouldn’t let last night’s event distract either him or his nurse from what needed to be done…
            She kept telling herself that over and over while giving Naruto a chaste kiss goodbye, and then followed Darui. She watched Naruto wave at her up until the doors of the cafeteria closed. There was no escape now. She could only hold her breath and hope that this operation went off without a hitch.
            Thankfully, Darui said naught as he directed her to the medical room. It was a level below the Raikage’s office, but had a view just as splendid with a wall of windows facing out over the craggy village. The room was rather plain, lined with rows of cots for a number of sickly patients, a front desk where medics could keep files, and medical effects in drawers lining the room.
            A stood at the windows, gazing out at his village built into the very mountains of this rugged land. He didn’t acknowledge Sakura’s presence until Darui announced her arrival. “Boss, Sakura-san is here.”
            “Then you may go, Darui,” A grumbled before turning around to face the Konoha medic. Darui simply bowed and was off to perform his own duties.
            Once again, Sakura and A shared a secluded moment. Despite how she did not particularly find him favorable company, she certainly found herself alone with him a lot since arriving.
            She stood firm, hoping that A wasn’t thinking of how she barged in on him last night, catching him so indecent. The last thing she wanted to hear in these moments was some jibes from a Kage. If only he knew the thoughts that had plagued her since that incident… Perhaps she should take the initiative, bring the accident out into the open, and apologize for her intrusion. In reality, she would’ve done well to knock before striding into a public bathroom, even if the door was not locked.
            Before she could formulate her pride-injuring apology, A spoke in his baritone voice. “You said it was a simple procedure, correct?”
            Sakura blinked. It took her a moment to answer with a “Yes”. It was a simple procedure if the medic knew what she was doing, she could’ve added boastfully, but didn’t; it would take even longer if he hadn’t taken the medicine she prescribed for him, but the empty bottle and used herbs on the table informed Sakura that he had followed her instructions. She honestly had her doubts that he would after that accusing confrontation last night.
            “Very well. Let’s get it done.” The burly man moved smoothly, yet each footstep resonated like thunder. From the nearest cot, he picked up a towel and then turned around. As unceremoniously as before, he dropped his trousers – and Sakura was grateful that she didn’t have the chance to steal another peek, though she had hoped he wouldn’t have taken his pants off at all – and set himself on one of the small chairs next to the cots. The chair was so small for his frame that even the steel bars didn’t look like they could handle his weight for long. Like yesterday, he found the towel over his lap a suitable cover, though Sakura could argue that – with what he was hiding – it might be more prudent to put another towel or two to ensure nothing ‘slipped’.
            Sakura stood in place for a minute, chewing on the inside of her lower lip as her mint-green eyes examined the brilliant Kage. The hardest of muscles and the biggest of cocks; hardly what a respectable medic should be thinking of while eyeing a patient, but it was impossible to control herself.
            “What are you waiting for, girl?” A’s course voice cut through her musings and had her on edge. “My time is too valuable to be spent waiting.”
            “Right,” fumbled Sakura, putting herself in motion to stagger over to the nearest sink. Cold water washed over her hands, and she thought about splashing some onto her face in order to cool down. Her heart rate was starting to increase. Why was her imagination starting to run wild now, of all times?! In her mind, she pictured what it would be like to see that towel on his lap lift over a jutting object.
            Sakura cringed with an audible whimper. Sure enough, those visions had her crotch heating up, secreting some lubrication should it be needed. Damn it all…
            As though her legs weren’t feeling like jell-o or her heart wasn’t pounding frantically in her ears, Sakura turned to A with a smile and said that she would do her very best for him. He said nothing in return; he expected her finest efforts from the get-go anyway. With hands sterilized and equipment – should something go awry – set on the cot next to her, she sunk down to her knees and tried not to think of how she usually knelt down to give Naruto a blowjob.
            Keep to the work, she told herself. A few hand seals were completed, though she had to retry it three times, embarrassed to admit that she wasn’t sure if she did them right. If A knew that she was bumbling and second-guessing herself, she’d probably be saddled with her rucksack and sent home to tell Tsunade that she had failed. Not willing to go through such degradation, Sakura steeled herself. With a hand on either side of the scarring wound, she concentrated. A green glow surrounded her hands, and from beneath A’s dark skin seeped tendrils of chakra of the same color.
            A watched with an unmoved expression of reproach, though he did find the process somewhat unexpected. He’d been patched up before with medical jutsu, but it certainly had never felt like this. An almost-euphoric sensation spread out from the wound, down to the toes of that leg and up to… He winced a little, grunting, but not in pain. The muscles of his thighs tightened in response.
            Noticing the reaction of her patient, putting her jutsu on hold, Sakura looked up at the Kage. She asked the obvious question of a nurse tending to a reacting patient, “Are you alright?”
            “Never mind me,” he grumbled. “Continue.”
            Sakura wasn’t going to press on his wellbeing. If he was feeling some discomfort, she wouldn’t care, as he was not exactly the kind of man she’d want to be tender with. The sooner she wrapped this up, the better. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw how his thighs edged apart, spreading the towel out to where she could glimpse underneath it if she tilted her head. She wouldn’t, though. Focus on extracting the poison and leaving, then whatever lust she had could be thoroughly pounded out of her by Naruto’s dick… hopefully.
            Now wasn’t the time, she berated herself again. If she had to contemplate the size of another man, it could wait until she wasn’t attempting a tricky procedure. She knew that when she was displaced from the object of her curiosity, she’d lose interest; Sasuke proved to be the only exception to this rule, but even he was gotten over in time.
            Concentrating harder than she ever had before, she made a gesture with her right hand and shoved it against A’s leg, and her left hand moved above the area to catch the discharged bubble of chakra. Amongst the green glow were purple globs; A immediately identified it as the poison that had been running through his system for the past couple days.
            Several more pushes from Sakura’s hand had most of the toxin pumped from his veins; what lingered would be dissolved in a matter of days by his immune system. The kunoichi from Konoha could be proud from successfully completing a medical method that hardly any knew, saving a Kage, and all while being distracted by the feeble towel set over A’s lap.
            Eager to distance herself from in between the Raikage’s legs, Sakura leapt to her feet and took two steps back. She forced on a pleasant smile as A’s cold eyes watched her. Why wasn’t he getting up to put his pants back on? Sakura would be relieved when there was no longer a chance of a slip of cloth, or worse, her own wandering eyes. It was hard even now for her not to try to stare down and deduce the outline of his overly-impressive appendage. “It’s… I…” She giggled forcibly at her stumbling lips. “It was a success,” she vaguely said, clasping her hands at her thighs to give a formal bow.
            The Raikage just continued to stare, and it was only now that she noticed his intensity.
            She gulped as a hot and cold sensation jolted down her body and swirled in her core. There were few times she got that look and felt like prey for a predator.
            Sakura couldn’t look weak now. Fighting the tingling running throughout her body, she suggested, “You… you can get dressed now, Raikage-sama.”
            Permission was granted – a mere medic giving Lord of the Thunder Country permission; laughable! – but A remained seated. Instead, he simply leaned forward and rested his forearm over his knee. His eyes glanced thoroughly over Sakura; she could feel his stare on her even when her back was to him. “The boy with you,” he rumbled. “That Kyuubi Jinchuuriki; he is more than just a comrade to you.” He did not speak with uncertainty, but he wanted her to confirm it. “What exactly is you’re relationship? I wouldn’t be wrong to assume you two are lovers, would I?”
            The statement and out-of-the-blue topic caught the pink-head off guard. “Wha-what?” She looked to him, aghast, before putting on a polite smile – the best she could manage when so startled. “I don’t…”
            “A woman not in a relationship with a man would not so easily agree to share room with one,” A pointed out. He would’ve folded his arms if he still had a left one. “I would go on to say that it is likely that the two of you have already become intimate.”
            A flush crossed over Sakura’s face. All decorum dropped; she stuttered before snapping at the esteemed Raikage, “That… that is no concern of yours!” The awkward, but respectful manner she displayed in front of the Kage had yielded to her renowned anger.
            Unexpectedly, the Raikage grinned. It was not unlike a wolf’s smile, and Sakura got a chill from it. Her back almost arched from the feeling. When the Raikage smirked, it gave one the feeling that something bad was supposed to happen. Seized with fear, Sakura remained motionless.
            Then, another unexpected thing happened; the great Raikage stood up and made no effort to catch the towel that slipped from his crotch. Sakura would’ve yelped, turned away, and covered her eyes if she was in her right mind, but the moment she realized what was happening, her eyes immediately zeroed in on the object that had been taunting her for hours. Clenching her jaw, she leaned back and grabbed the stretcher behind her for mental support. Closer than she had been before, she could honestly say that it was bigger than she’d thought!
            She paused then. Was it that she had misjudged his size, or was it just growing hard now? Her answer came when the huge shaft pulsed strongly, bringing the dangling appendage to a low arch that was slowly, but steadily rising. Her mouth felt dry and moist at the same time as she watched the phenomenon.
            Why was he getting hard?!
            All those estimates she had embarrassingly made about his full erection’s size last night would be answered in a matter of moments if this kept up! A foot-long length was surely not out of the question, and his width only continued to swell.
            “I am neither naïve nor blind,” A growled with his smirk. He saw how mesmerized Sakura was by his penis. “What is your relationship with the Kyuubi; that is the question when your eyes cannot help but stare.”
            Sakura tried to meet his eye level. Curse that vague influence that remained of Inner Sakura and her perverseness! Curiosity and temptation that should’ve been avoided was amplified instead. Again she mused on A’s size. He was still not sporting a full erection, but he had already exceeded her boyfriend’s once-impressive cock. Her eyes followed it as it bobbed and wobbled with each step he took. It was as hypnotizing as her master’s jiggling bust to a pervert. Sakura never thought she’d ever fill the role of the pervert, or that the jiggling bust would be replaced by none other than the Raikage’s cock!
            She set her jaw and tried to swallow with a throat as dry and rough as sandpaper. Against the tall, dark Raikage – who wore nothing but his robe and standard ninja footgear – she felt miniscule; even her boundless strength techniques evaded her. If she wanted to stop the giant’s approach, or at least stall him, she could punch a hole in the floor or fling a cot at him. Even if she could not stop him, she could at least expose him as a deviant.
            Stumbling a little, causing the bed behind her to slide a little across the floor, she sputtered out, “W-wait… Stay away.” She did well not to let her stare linger much longer on A’s growing erection.
            “An underling does not have the right to command the Raikage,” A announced darkly, but proudly. There was a flicker of electricity that passed over his shoulder. Was it an act of intimidation?
            Resolve tightened in her stomach. No, she wouldn’t allow this to go on, not without a valiant fight! It took a bit of effort to concentrate her chakra to her fists when so distracted, but she handled it. “Get back!” A foot moved forward for leverage, and then her fist rocketed forward, aiming to cave in A’s diaphragm. “Shannaro!” The force of the punch – or rather, the burst of her gathered chakra – pushed the air itself, shoving a few cots along the floor an inch or two. The supplies she had set out were tossed across the room, scattering over the floor. The room itself trembled as though suffering its own personalized earthquake. Sakura’s destructive force was on full display with this massive punch. However, the target she was aiming for was gone; in his stead, there were only brief crackles of lingering electricity.
            Sakura was flabbergasted for only a moment. Shit! His speed! Feeling his presence, Sakura regrouped and made to pivot to her left with a backhand strike; she felt A’s heat right behind her. Again, her fist carried the potential to reduce boulders to dust, but there was a major flaw in her technique, and A exploited it.
            With no effort whatsoever, A stopped the backhand punch by clasping her elbow in his huge hand. Even Sakura was surprised that he put an end to her attack so quickly. She glared with apprehension over her shoulder; he continued to carry that haughty smirk. “Tsunade’s taijutsu technique; I’ve encountered it almost as much as I’ve encountered the Fourth Hokage’s speed.”
            Sakura seethed as her arm was fluently moved to a less offensive position.
            “With one punch, you might’ve done some damage to me,” A explained. He ducked low, his hot breath on Sakura’s cheek. “However, that strength comes from channeling and condensing your chakra in one specific point and unleashing it all at once for an explosive impact. The actual strength of your body stays the same, and if I target your arm, you are powerless.”
            Sakura quivered. As far as she knew, Tsunade-sama never mentioned the unreliable aspect of her strength-enhancement. Most enemies, after all, won’t be fast enough to dodge her boulder-busting punches. In front of A, she was just a powerless medic; it took someone of Tsunade-sama’s expertise to properly challenge him!
            “Ah!” So distracted was she by A’s knowledge of her weakness, she hadn’t even realized how immodestly-apart her thighs were until she felt something slide in between them; something huge! She managed to bite back the subsequent exclamation when the something ground against her vagina, but when she looked down to take a look at what was rubbing against her cleft, she yelped. Sprouting out from between her thighs, beneath her pubic mound, was a pillar of dark-skinned cock. A had to bow pretty low to accomplish it, but he was satisfied with the reward of her gawking.
            Molding chakra to be used offensively now would take a matter of concentration that the pink-haired girl just couldn’t muster while entranced. “Heh…” She felt his short, smug chuckle against the back of her neck. “Are you getting your eyeful now, girl?”
            Sakura kept her teeth from chattering. There was still some fight left in her, though it was waning in strength. She cast another glare back at him and shoved against his muscular chest with her elbow; she couldn’t budge him an inch. “Get away from me, you pervert!” She hoped maybe her raised voice would bring attention to the room, but it was unlikely that anyone would be meandering around idly.
            She staggered a little when the Raikage’s pelvis pumped against her backside, his hand moved from her arm to support her waist. Instinctively, she reached behind her with a hand to support herself by pressing against A’s abdomen. The Raikage made a soft, almost appreciative grunt from feeling her hand on him. “Does the Jinchuuriki satisfy you?”
            Sakura struggled more frantically against him, pushing back with both hands now. She faltered in her effort when her thrashing caused the rigid member between her legs to slide more against her apex. In natural response, her toes pointed as her muscles tightened.
            “Tell me,” he whispered like a growling panther.
            “Get off!” She refused to answer his perverse question. She pushed and yanked against his hold, trying to pry herself from his shackle-like hold, doing her best to ignore the rigid object betwixt her legs. She tried to gather strength, but her concentration was broken when the Raikage made a motion of his hips mimicking the penetration of a woman. She shrieked and couldn’t help looking down at the cock arched upward. At this angle, her most sensitive nub was vulnerable against his high appendage.
            The hand on her waist tightened; if he wanted to, he could probably break her pelvic bone. “Tell me,” he ordered in a voice that relayed to her that he would not repeat himself again.
            If it meant getting away and possibly hurting his pride, Sakura spun her head so that her pink hair fanned out in the twirl. “He satisfies me more than any other man could!” she barked without thinking much of what was coming out of her mouth. She suddenly wished she hadn’t made such a brash and personal declaration, but there was no taking it back now; all she could do was hold her angry expression and hope that A conceded.
            For a moment, she thought that was what would happen; A didn’t respond in any sort of way, not with expression or with a thrust from his cock – she hoped it would be removed soon. Then the rough timber of his voice broke through the silence.
            “Is that a challenge?”
            After soaking in those words, Sakura gulped and realized that, yes, she had unconsciously and indirectly challenged him…
            She gave a quaking gasp when the man behind her thrust hard, jarring her whole body and forcing his dick tighter against her. It was in that moment that she regretted wearing such tight pants. Slowly, A pumped his rod against her, rocking her body back and forth with his hand. “Stop it” was all she managed to wheeze, though her attempts to dismount him were weakening. Soon, her hands were fastening onto the bulky man instead of trying to push off of him. Her moan was drawn out and reverberated as the cock ground hard against her pussy – particularly the bump that was barely distinctive above her slit. Heaven help her, she was getting wet! This realization hit her like a ton of bricks, trying to pull her back to reality and remind her of her committed relationship, but lust was quickly obscuring her judgment.
            Her mint eyes traveled down and glued to the sight of the dark organ thrusting so pompously through her closed legs. Each time it pushed through fully, it arched up and pointed up at her face with its glistening head – pre-cum, she discerned; probably the tastiest part of fellatio when compared to the strong, masculine taste of the penis and the pungent and bitter flow that ensued during release.
            Sakura bit her tongue. She should not be thinking things like that!
            The cock slid through one final and full time before stilling. It pulsed in place, and Sakura just watched it, dumbfounded. “Grab it,” she heard the Raikage growl in her ear. When she did not immediately reply, he repeated and added a threat. “Grab it, or I’ll shred your clothes off.”
            He wasn’t a man to make empty threats, and Sakura knew it. There wasn’t much helping it now, though she could secretly admit that she was wondering what this massive felt like. With a great deal of hesitance and shame, she brought her hand down to him. The initial touch was cautious and quick, pulling away as if the shaft bore teeth and tried to bite her! After assuring herself that it was nothing but a male’s genitalia, she carefully took hold of it an inch beneath its bulbous head. She found, to her dismay, that her small hand couldn’t even reach fully around it; she should’ve guessed that much with her being so small and A being a giant. She uttered a gasp of amazement. Medically, she had to wonder if the blood pulsing through this thing caused any sort of deficiency to his heart or brain – aside from the average man’s sex-drunkenness.
            A certainly didn’t seem like a man high from lowered blood circulation to the brain; he still remained intimidating calm. “Stroke it,” he ordered her again, and this time, he did not have to repeat himself.
            Sakura started off slowly, moving her gloved hand up and down in subtle rubs. She made the effort to touch the base of his head with each careful tug, but she tried not to seem overeager. It was hard to believe she was being reduced to this! There she was, an honorary kunoichi medic from Konoha, standing in a medical office with a Kage’s cock pushing out between her thighs, and she was stroking it! Maybe there were times when erections were formed due to some ailments, and the nurses would have to debase themselves and take care of it for the patient, but Sakura was taking care of A because she wasn’t given a choice; a hard-on certainly wasn’t a side-effect of the earlier healing method.
            “Uhn…” She made the soft noise without even thinking about it. Her face was flushed, and her pussy was only getting hotter as she pumped the Raikage in an effort to get him to release. It was improbable that one hand would be enough to get him discharging any time soon, so she put her second hand to work. Without realizing it or meaning to, she became determined to end the spiteful man’s lust and have him ejaculate because of her. She was the Fifth’s apprentice, and she would not fail!
            She was allowed to have her fun a while longer, but A’s stamina wouldn’t let him succumb to mere play with the hands. He needed something more, and for that, he released Sakura’s waist, deftly pulled his cock out from between her thighs mid-stroke, and yanked down her spandex and panties to her knees before she could protest. The draft over her nether regions made Sakura gasp offensively. “What are you doing?!” she shrieked in humiliation, trying to cover her ass and pubic region with her sectioned skirt; her backside was a bit more difficult to hide, so she had to slouch a little to give her skirt enough slack to be pulled over and hide her back crevice.
            A could do without her modesty, but he was mildly amused by it nonetheless. Reclaiming her waist – this time by wrapping his arm around her – he picked her off the ground so that he would no longer have to slump to be level with her. Sakura exclaimed when her feet were picked off the floor. Worriedly, forgetting about covering herself for the moment, she grabbed onto A’s forearm. She wasn’t quite sure what he had planned for her until she felt the familiar feeling of his cock passing between her thighs again; this time, when it ran against her pussy lips, it invoked a stronger reaction than before, causing her to arch her back and groan deeply. Her secretions left a wet trail over him, easing his passage. He pushed forward all the way, lingered, and then drew back; the subsequent motions started to become quicker.
            With him grinding against her pink nether lips, Sakura could feel the treacherous coil of pleasure mounting in her loins. She did not want to receive this pleasure, but it was impossible to fight off. She whimpered and moaned and sometimes even managed to blurt out for A to stop, but her hips had started to move on their own, rocking in an uneasy tempo that was often mismatched to A’s rhythm. Her breath was nothing but a serious of gasps now. Sweat started to bead on her wide forehead and mat several tresses of her pink hair to her flushed skin.
            “What are you doing, girl?”
            Confused, Sakura looked behind her with half-lidded eyes and a gaping mouth.
            “I didn’t tell you to stop stroking it,” he snarled at her. One could assume he was all business, even when it came to intercourse.
            Sakura didn’t have much of a thought in her head when she absentmindedly reached down and took hold of his thrusting member. Obviously, he could set a pace much rougher than this, but he kept it controlled for Sakura’s benefit. With both hands atop one another, she grabbed onto his slippery member – courtesy of her nectar oozing over him.
            She tried to move her hands in rhythm – a very hard thing to do while receiving heavy voltages of grinding pleasure – but found that it was just easier to keep her hands in place while A simply thrust through them himself. He didn’t seem to mind her lack of initiative since he didn’t rebuke her anymore, so she just made sure she kept her hands steady, all the while moaning and trying to stifle the spasms incurred by her pussy being rubbed.
            If A was enjoying himself, his facial expression certainly didn’t let that on. Not even a grunt of effort came from his throat as he pushed himself through Sakura’s tensing thighs. She put up a plausible fight, and many would call her brave – or stupid – for aiming her fists at the Raikage, but there had yet to appear an obstacle that he could not overcome. Now that the Konoha kunoichi had ample time to brace herself, A finally made a noise in his throat and hastened the rocking of his hips.
            Sakura yelped and fell back to A’s chest when his pace quickened. She tried to keep her hold on his shaft, but to give herself a better peace of mind about losing balance and falling to the floor, she wrapped her left hand around the Raikage’s thick neck for added support. His thrusts were chaffing her drooling pussy raw. The thick member passed through the crease again and again, tending to her swollen clitoris as well to heighten the unwanted ecstasy.
            Louder howls than before echoed in the room, but still could not reach the ears outside. Was this room made soundproof or something? She’d certainly contemplate that after this was over, but right now, she couldn’t give much thought to what embarrassment was in store for her if someone came rushing through that door to check on her and A. What if Naruto…?
            Oh no…! She bit her lower lip and bowed her head. Her hands no longer could hold onto A’s cock, and were now grabbing him by the neck and elbow as he continued his piston movements. It dawned on her with terrible guilt, and, without meaning to, gasped quietly, “I’m cumming.”
            It wasn’t certain if A heard her declaration, but he sped his thrusting up all the same until even he was grunting more frequently with the effort. Was he giving her a demonstration of what power he would possess should he actually take proper aim and travel inside of her cunt? Sakura did not care in that moment. Her muscles tightened with pride-crushing results. During a full push from A’s hips, she came… hard! Spurts of her juices gushed out around the penis, spilling over the insides of their legs, the floor, and the spandex and panties that were stretched in between her knees. Even though ashamed, Sakura wracked her hips and bore down as hard as she could on A’s sex; the sharp emotion only prolonged and intensified the orgasm. She clamped her teeth together and seethed harshly. It’d never been more degrading to suffer such pleasure in her lifetime.
            When feeling the hot spillage flow around his member, the Raikage let up his thrusts, giving Sakura the chance to collect her bearings as she came down from her orgasmic high. He could laugh at her frailty; the women of Kumogakure would never succumb so quickly to such trifle pleasure. When her body slackened in his grip, A extracted himself from between her thighs; she almost seemed grateful for it. There were still a few moans and spasms to be given for her orgasm, but it was only the ebbing aftershocks. In the meantime, A laid her atop one of the nearby cots.
            Dazedly, Sakura looked left and right. There was a thumping noise in her ears. Was someone pounding rhythmically on the door, or was that the echo of her own racing heartbeat? Groaning, she cast her forearm across her eyes. Oh, what had she done?
            She would’ve berated herself and called herself a whore, but there was no time for personal chastising; A had not set her down just so that she could recover in comfort, and then be on her merry way out the door. With one yank, Sakura’s spandex was peeled from her legs and thrown across the room. She would’ve snapped at A if she wasn’t so winded. The best she could manage now was closing her legs and tighten them as best as she could without the aid of her chakra-enhanced strength.
            For the moment, A merely inspected her. So small and delicate, even if she was Tsunade’s student; she retained – to some degree – a level of attractiveness, at least. He couldn’t properly size up her bust while that shirt was in the way. It could’ve been torn open, but A would show some restraint. He grabbed the zipper, and though Sakura grasped at his hand and tried to keep it from descending, he dragged it down all the way and pushed her top open. Vain attempts to shield her modest breast from his view were thwarted with another announcement of what he could do with her clothes if she continued to defy him. Her fiery and enticing temper flickered in her eyes, but she conceded to his will.
            A sports bra; A mentally scoffed. It was not exactly an attractive or flattering garment, and it hadn’t clasps for easy removal. Luckily, A possessed the ability for another method. Consider this a sample to your disobedience, his glare said as his fist caught the front of the garb and ripped it to pieces. “Hey!” On instinct, to defend – or avenge – her clothes, she instinctively headed a kick to his groin, but once again, the speed of his hand trumped her strength. Nevertheless, she glared at him and mourned the destroyed bra as A carelessly dropped it to the floor. If she was not careful, she realized, the rest of her clothes could be doomed to the same fate, and she’d have to hightail it to her temporary room with arms thrown over her nakedness.
            The breasts seemed to still be in the earlier stages of development, or she was just meant to have a bust no larger than a small B-cup. Either way, her nipples – pink and defiantly standing at attention – were an eye-appealing sight. A’s huge hand completely covered the left mound and squeezed it; Sakura shivered with a roiling stomach, but she was at least thankful he wasn’t using his full strength to paw her. The texture of his hand was just as Sakura had guessed: calloused. It was almost like sandpaper on silk as he groped her breasts; first one, and then the other.
            Damn Uchiha stealing his left hand…
            Sakura hissed softly in spiteful pleasure when his fingers doted on her sensitive nipples. He pulled and plucked them, making them sore. And when Sakura was about to mewl her discomfort, he dropped his mouth onto one of them and suckled. Sakura felt some revulsion from witnessing this unpleasant – physically and characteristically – man put his mouth to her tit, his lips engulfing the tip and soothing it with swaths from his tongue. She hated that the contrast after having her nipples plucked raw now being appeased by his tongue actually felt good and rekindled the heat within her.
            All it would take was one, well-placed, well-timed knock to the top of his skull, and Sakura would put an end to him. It was tempting, but the risk and results were too great; for one, he could possibly dodge and accuse her of attempted assassination – and she heard what happened to the last would-be assassin – or she succeeded and killed the Raikage, who also happened to be the head of the Joint Shinobi Alliance.
            Before she could decide if she should form a fist, however, A went on the move, southbound. All of her viciousness turned to frailty when she felt a duo of fingertips prodding her drenched snatch. The earlier-release left her incredibly moist and easy to slip into, though a pair of A’s large fingers still stalled a little when they pressed. Sakura’s legs jerked and lifted a little from the forceful intrusion. While she hissed for him to stop, he bore right through, sinking into his knuckles before pressing her swollen walls apart. His thumb dawdled through the slim area of pink hair before coming against her clit and massaging it, once again stealing a sound of pleasure from the medic.
            When she demanded his withdrawal again, he looked at her with his hard impenetrable glower and growled, “If you are unable to handle a few fingers, I assure you that what follows will not be very enjoyable.” If he was doing this for her own benefit, he certainly didn’t act like it.
            Wait! Sakura rewound to what A said. What follows? What would follow?! She could take a guess, but it was unnecessary; A was already extracting his fingers, and he had stepped into her personal space between her thighs. His almost-frightening prick reared above her young twat like an ominous tower. The wedge of his waist kept her knees apart, so she was acceptably open to him even if she spewed some more commands to stop. She would’ve thrown her palm against him and sent him sprawling to the other wall – if she connected – but the anxiety had her hands feeling like they were permanently welded to the cot. The steel began to creak and dent inward beneath her clenching fingers, leaving an impression in the metal.
            A leaned back just a bit, just enough to bring his massive member down to line up with the quivering hole. Then he brought himself forward, his swollen tip bumping and flourishing through her moist lips; either he was seeking her entrance, or he just wanted to gain some much-needed lubrication. He discovered her hole and pressed, and neither were surprised that it was a stretch to get just the tip inside of her.
            “Ahn!” Sakura cringed, her face scrunching up as she felt the immense pressure on her, threatening to tear through her like a battering ram. “Stop!” Despite her objection, unable to stop her hands, they went to the apex of her thighs to part her lips and help the Raikage wedge his heavy tool inside of her.
            A said nothing to her physical compliance or verbal complaint. Most women were hesitant in the presence of his erection, but he’d yet to meet one who’d break from this; but maybe Konoha women – kunoichi, even – were too fragile for the Kumo power. Best to move along and test this theory…
            With her labia being pulled open for him, he surged forward and elicited a yowl of pain from the girl when his cockhead wedged between her folds. She was astounded that her skin didn’t tear, even though she felt stretched to the brim around him as he began to sheathe himself. Wails were wrenched from her throat. A considerately moved at a crawl, but at the same time, that only prolonged the agony of her tight chute spreading tightly around him.
            Sakura’s eyes finally unscrewed, though her face was still contorted in strain. Her mint gaze fell between her pale thighs to where her pink snatch was separated by the hunk of dark-skinned muscle. That’s going in me?! Can it even fit?! Sakura was ashamed that those were the thoughts racing through her mind when really, what she should be considering was a way to get out of this situation! Even if she was vaguely aware of this fact, she remained trapped under the hulking man looming over her.
            The contracting walls proved resilient, but A continued his relentless slide into her. One of her hands finally managed to shoot up from the mattress, but only to impulsively squeeze on his forearm. He felt a pinch from her strength, though there wasn’t much damage that would be done aside from a few sore spots later. With a deep grunt, he grabbed Sakura’s waist and drew their hips together in one final surge that made her shriek out. Her back arched, and that made her breasts – the opened shirt fell away to hang just off her shoulders – heave.
            So deep~! So big~! After shrieking, Sakura had serious trouble breathing. She had two options in regards to her chakra flow: keep her fists as charged as possible to wait for an opportunity to successfully pitch A away and out of her, or focus that chakra on making her vaginal muscles more flexible and durable. The latter option was made without her conscious consent, and already, she could feel a dramatic relief in the strain of her pussy, though that didn’t mean that it stopped hurting altogether. She still had to bite the bullet and suffer the excruciating sensation of him pushing in up to her cervix.
            The tender wall was pressed inward – an action that, again, made her seethe in discomfort – but he did not try to brutally force his way through. He was a man who took what he wanted, but he was also aware of the severe damage that could be done to a woman if she was forced to take in more than she could handle; taking in just about nine inches of his twelve had already pushed the girl to her limits and left her quaking in agony.
            She’d get used to it, A assured himself; they all got used to it eventually. A kunoichi with medicinal knowledge should have a method of two to ease pain, and this assumption was right since Sakura knew how to use her chakra that would normally enhance her muscles to relax them instead.
            Even if she mastered the soothing technique, she was tight. A could not recount a tighter woman he’d bedded before. Others had taken him a bit deeper, but they were older partners than Sakura, more experienced, but none were able to accepted him fully; he had no expectations for the pink-head beneath him to take in any more than she already had, medic-nin or not. He took his great hand to her waist, held her, and tried briefly to pull her more upon him; in return, Sakura arched her back high off the cot with a bawl of pain. Her body flat-out refused to accept any more inside its already-packed tunnel. Perhaps he shouldn’t expect much more of her…
            A forfeited the effort of trying to coax Sakura to accept more than she could. Almost as if in an act of mercy – though it really wasn’t – he began to drag himself back. The feeling of her crammed channel being vacated was enough to make Sakura moan in pleasure. She kept her chakra flowing in that region, but the rest of her body felt like it could relax. A, however, did not extract himself all the way; his head stayed nestled at her entrance, ensuring his way in when he deemed it time to return. When he did, Sakura again whined, but she was not as loud as before.
            A chose not to plunge in so deep again, wishing for her to gain some tempo and experience before taking more of his girth. He set for a standard five inches when he began to make his shallow and slow thrusts. Sakura still yipped and tried to form words of disdain, but she found herself rather tongue-tied at the moment. He may not have been striking her as deep, but his width was still formidable to accommodate.
            While Sakura was becoming a sweaty mess of waning protests and gasps, A had yet to break a single sweat. She was clamped deliciously around him as a meaty vice, but his legendary stamina wouldn’t be wasted so quick at standard fucking. He almost smirked; this girl was too young to have experienced the ride he intended to take her on, but he should still have a slow-start for her.
            Impaling her with an extra inch to keep himself firmly anchored within her convulsing body, A took hold of Sakura’s left leg. Because he was no longer plowing away at her insides, Sakura had a moment to gather her thoughts, and when she looked at the dark man, all her mouth gasped was “What are you doing?”
            “Don’t question my methods, girl,” he told her.
            Sakura might’ve let another utterance escape, but that was before her lower body was twisted onto its side; she gave a shuddering yell of pleasure when she felt herself turn around on the cock within her. A kept her left leg elevated, hugging it to his muscular sternum to keep her thighs spread wide apart. His testicles now draped on Sakura’s right thigh while he split her crease. It would’ve been a bit of a painful strain if Sakura was not a well-trained ninja, so she quickly got accustomed to doing the near-splits and even found that taking A’s bulk inside of her was more tolerable now.
            Before she could fully adapt to this new style, A began to plug her again. She yelled out loud when he pressed deep again, but she didn’t wail for him to stop; even so, he restricted himself now to six inches. He himself noticed a significant decrease of tension and an increase of leeway, and therefore, even if he was not gunning to throw more than half of himself into her, he was allowed to provide Sakura with a sample of his potential.
            As the Raikage’s hips began to gyrate, Sakura’s right arm – which was underneath her as she was turned on her right side – found new ground to latch onto; she almost tore the mattress underneath her when she fisted the sheets. Her left hand also held onto the fabrics of the cot. The cock hammering into her didn’t carry the potency of before, and a surprising epiphany was realized! Her eyes went wide at the revelation.
            It felt good!
            Sakura may have still had to overwork her chakra to keep herself loose enough for him, but the sting was wearing away under the sudden waves of delight tingling at her vagina. Her cheeks flared. She bit down brutally hard on her lower lip and tried her best to mute the mewling groans of pleasure vibrating in her throat. Damn it… She closed her eyes tightly and could barely stifle a high-pitched yelp in response to the Raikage’s fierce and fast thrusts. Damn it all!
            “Ahn~!” Her jaw unhinged and she moaned long and loud. Keeping her eyes firmly closed, her left hand blindly sought out A’s arm – which had yet to relinquish her leg – and held onto his wrist. “T… Take it out!” she implored him with her final, desperate attempt to put an end to what could not be undone. “Agh! You’re too big!”
            As if her pleas and admission of his size spurred on his desire to fuck her, A made his ensuing thrusts harder, faster, and deeper. Gradually, her body was worked to stretch easier around him; though he was quick to impatience, he managed to sustain the generously ‘steady’ pace. “You’ve done well enough, Konoha kunoichi,” he offered in his throaty voice, refusing to acknowledge her name. When her eyes peeked open to glance down at him, he said, his thrusts not losing their beat for a second, “If you’ve not broken yet, you should be able to tolerate more.” In demonstration, Sakura was subjected to A’s large erection shoving in deep, almost as deep as his initial intrusion.
            “Ah~! Not so deep!” she blurted out without thinking. Her throat was becoming hoarse from all those rasped moans rumbling up, but it was near impossible to keep them confined. She arched and clawed helplessly on the flimsy bed beneath her. However she pleaded, A wouldn’t let up. His pumping cock continued to grind against her sensitive insides, intent on fucking her raw, though he could consent that she could do with a little persuasion towards the rapture.
            His palm grazed down her smooth like, vaguely groping her thigh before coming to her mound of pink hair and wetness. He sifted briefly through the curls prior to discovering what it was he sought. And as expect, Sakura wailed appreciatively when his forefinger rolled onto her clitoris.
            “Ooh!” Sakura’s lips puckered in that moan, and then her facial features twisted upward just ever so slightly in a faint, but euphoric grin; she wasn’t aware of it, so she couldn’t erase it and put on a mask of regret or hatred in its place. The bubbling of her impending orgasm promised significance that far outweighed the previous one forced upon her. Against her breaking will, her hips began to roll against A’s piston-imitating shaft; a rather clumsy motion considering she was on her side and had nothing to grind again, but it was just a natural reaction when so close to climax.
            She was fluttering and clenching around him, becoming tight around him again. A did not display arrogance in this feat; making a puny kunoichi like Sakura cum was not momentous accomplishment. He simply kept up his pace – though her tightness may have slowed him just slightly – and waited for her to ride it out.
            Her mouth moved as if to speak, but all that came out was lustful gibberish. The swaying of her hips began to seize up like a rusting machine until she finally locked in place. Her release was upon her, bringing her to a loud shout. At last, the clutch of her fingers on the mat tore through the fabric and left five holes as a testament to the climax. The muscles of her body flexed until only her hips moved with subtle, jerky rolls. Around the Raikage’s plugging cock squirted compressed jets of her fluids; an embarrassing sight, but Sakura couldn’t even register what obscenities her body was going through as the shockwave of ecstasy jarred her mind. All she was aware of was the pillar of imparting pleasure cramming up against her cervix.
            A brought his hips to a standstill for a moment and took his hand away from her clit. She should be given a moment to recover; he couldn’t forget that she was not one of the mightier kunoichi of his village.
            Sakura was just finishing the final gushes of her climax when both she and A heard voices from outside. One was Darui, and while that did not concern A, the second voice alerted both adulterers. Sakura’s pussy tightened from the sudden rush of anxiety, for she easily recognized the voice of her boyfriend. What was he doing here?! What would he do if he walked in on the two?! Fearing her discovery, Sakura wriggled and tried to wiggle out of the Raikage’s clutches. “Naruto…!” she wheezed. She’d almost forgotten he was out and about! But what was he doing here of all places?!
            A would have none of her resistance. Her resolve had nearly shattered completely, and he wasn’t about to let up now. He was not afraid of the puny Jinchuuriki, and therefore kept his unsatisfied cock shoved up Sakura’s condensed pussy. Though the pink-haired girl still tried to escape him, whimpering fears of her boyfriend seeing her like this, A came about with his own solution and hefted her up, his great arm fastening around her midsection with excellent security. Then streamers of electricity began to flow around her.
            Just as the doorknob began to jostle, Sakura experienced lightning-fast speed for the first time. An electric aura coated A, pushing him to move at speeds that none but the Fourth Hokage could match. In an instant, just as the door was cracking open and Naruto cheerily sang his girlfriend’s name, Sakura was carried over to block the entrance. She seized the chance, though she hardly had the mind to do anything else. Still impaled on the Raikage’s cock, she threw herself against the door and held it in place so that Naruto’s head couldn’t peek in. The speed at which A carried her left her jarred and shaky, but she composed herself as best as she could. She didn’t want to be discovered now! Not in the state she was in!
            Naruto blinked and staggered backward when the door suddenly refused to give way. “Wha…?”
            “Naruto!” Sakura barked, trying to keep her voice as steady as possible. Though A had provided her with a chance to keep her boyfriend in the dark, he didn’t find it necessary to put pleasure on hold; he held her body steady as he subtly began to move his hips back and forth, wetly crawling in and out of her snatch.
            Nonetheless, she proved herself resilient, bent down a little, and peeked through the crack to glare out at Naruto; she hoped he wouldn’t notice her height, as she was still scooped up in A’s arm. She held her red vest together to avoid Naruto noticing the exposure of skin below her neck. “What did I tell you about bothering me while I’m working with a patient?!” She raised her voice to hide the fluctuations of pitch thanks to A pompously still fucking her. Maybe her anger would throw Naruto off, mistaking her blush of passion for the red of anger.
            Naruto blinked. He had known Sakura to perform all sorts of medical procedures, but she never looked this sweaty and flushed before. Could this surgery technique cause such stress? He disregarded it, figuring it was just the humidity of the room; he just barely got a whiff and was able to tell that the space was unusually warm. The tower must have very poor ventilation, he thought. “Well, I thought if you were finished, we could…”
            “I’m not finished,” she cut him off quickly, though it sounded like she was gasping now. She certainly was acting odd, chewing on her lip nervously and holding the edge of the door. It seemed like she was trying to hold in her breath. “I… I still need to do some work. Ahn…” She couldn’t help her latest gasp, as A had defiantly lunged inside of her with a particularly impatient thrust. She cast an annoyed glare behind her, to something unseen by the puzzled Jinchuuriki. “The Raikage is being… Ughn…!” She had to curl her back to accommodate and absorb A’s latest, deep thrust to avoid the rest of her bouncing. “Very difficult,” she ended, speaking more in reproach to the Kage instead of explaining her tardiness with the surgery.
            Luckily, Naruto didn’t really take notice of her slips, more confused by the time it was taking her to finish. “You’re not done? I thought it was a quick procedure.”
            “It’s not,” Sakura blurted out, trying her best not to just give up and let Naruto see what was being done to her. She clenched her teeth, frustrated with all of her boyfriend’s questions. Trying to come up with false answers while the Raikage stuffed her again and again with his huge member was beyond difficult.
            It was then that Naruto glanced around at what he could see in the room behind his girlfriend. Strange enough, the Raikage was nowhere to be seen, and many of the cots had been scattered from their appropriate lining – a result of Sakura’s first offense against A. Grinning and coming to his own conclusion about the disarray, he unknowingly irked Sakura more by asking, “Is the Raikage being difficult because he’s afraid of needles, ‘tebayo?” He guessed that A might be in hiding from some irrational phobia. All of that muscle and status, and the unwavering man couldn’t even handle a shot!
            Sakura was about to reprimand him, but A was now fed up with the interruption. “Leave now, boy!” His voice quaked like thunder in the room; he even startled Sakura. He felt her tense around him from her sudden surprise.
            Naruto, realizing that he was heard, suddenly tensed up. So afraid, he was, that he didn’t even realize that the thunderous voice was coming from behind the door, from behind Sakura-chan! He was almost afraid that he’d wet himself, but he at least had the composure to throw on a fearful smile and say to Sakura, “I… I’ll be heading outside, ‘tebayo! Later, Sakura-chan!”
            Sakura gave a startled and unnerved yip when Naruto suddenly pushed forward and kissed her tenderly on the lips. There was no greater sense of betrayal than to have her boyfriend kissing her while unaware that, behind the scenes, she was being fucked by another man. She couldn’t believe the static of pleasure that shot through her from that feeling.
            Fortunately, Naruto did not let that feeling linger. He parted from her, gave her his wide smile, and was off; the sooner he got out of A’s earshot, the better. Sakura was a bit disheartened to see him go, but nonetheless closed the door to submit herself to A’s pleasure; she still couldn’t find the strength to admit that this experience did not fall short of the word ‘rapturous’.
            After Sakura made sure that the door was now locked, A demonstrated his lack of patience by wheeling about and slamming her back on the front desk of the room. He growled viciously while stabbing in and out of her raw cunt. Tightening her features and failing to keep up her defiant guise, Sakura squealed as A brought her crashing to her third orgasm. The brief exchange with her boyfriend had left her senses so elevated, vulnerable to pleasure in amplified doses. She again squirted over A, the desk, and the floor, but that did not stall him in the slightest. He seemed determined to fuck her until the desk beneath her collapsed! The only problem was that Sakura – even with all of her durability – was likely to give out before the table beneath her.
            She whined and pawed desperately at A’s arm and chest, raking her nails down his bulky muscles with little effect. Her legs impulsively caught onto his broad midsection, aiding the reckless thrusts to drive home with more ease. She sobbed out. Her eyes rolled up, hardly able to stay open. The pain that had once been caused by the pummeling of her cervix had since been numbed, so A struck her harder and harder, pressing persistently against her uterus as if to break in.
            Her hips were rising and curling, and she was ready to receive the newest orgasm that A was pounding out for her. Mere moments before the final spasms could set off her fourth climax, A’s deft speed caught her off guard. Sakura gasped when her world was flipped upside down… literally! At once, on impulse, she flung her arms around whatever was in reach to stabilize her, and she found herself hugging the Raikage’s hips. His long, slick cock pressed against her chest, smearing her cleavage with the essence she had soiled him with. Around her midsection, A’s powerful arm embraced her, suspending and securing her in the air.
            “What?” she gasped out, unable to look up at him when pressed so tightly. His cock and balls obscured her vision; being so close to the column that had been fucking her was downright intimidating. His intentions became clear when his head bowed and she could feel his sharp mustache brush against the insides of her thighs.
            After the bristle of his mustache, she met with the hot swath of his tongue, passing across her labia and rolling against her throbbing clit. He did not say anything to her while keeping his mouth preoccupied, but he did make an edgy grunt. Obviously, this was not meant to be a one-sided effort.
            Now aware of what the insatiable Raikage wanted, Sakura stared wide-eyed at his erection. The thing was huge! It was a stretch to get him in her pussy; she wasn’t sure her mouth would fare much better! Aside from that, she found putting her mouth on him – or attempting to do so – morally reprehensible. When he made a thrust towards her face, she pursed her lips and turned away, letting the wet organ smear her pungent essence against the side of her face.
            “You certainly are a cheeky one.” His gravelly voice sent pleasurable vibrations down her core. His tone became dreadful then. “Do it, girl.”
            Sakura couldn’t find the nerve to ask ‘Or what?’ Besides, it was very obvious what he could do if she challenged his authority. She now prepared to swallow a whole lot more than just her pride. Though she was a bit hesitant to take her hands away from holding onto him, she eventually grabbed hold of his mighty prick. It was so hard, just like the rest of his body. Carefully, she pulled herself away to give him room to level with her mouth. The scent of masculinity was overpowered by the secretions of her own essence upon him. Hopefully that would improve the flavor…
            Either it did improve the flavor, or she was more keen to his taste than she would’ve guess. She carefully slid her tongue across the tip first, briefly at first, but her boldness began to show when her tongue made more of an effort. Perhaps it was A’s own tongue dancing against her pussy that encouraged her oral muscle to move so frantically. Eventually, she found the courage to seal her lips over the big tip.
            With gravity on her side and the abundance of fluids coating him, Sakura found some ease with gulping down his size. Of course, when it came to sliding into her esophagus – which caused her throat to visibly bulge with its presence – it was quite a challenge to keep her gag reflex down. Her airway was clogged completely, yet she did her best to please the giant devouring her quim. Often, she would make choking noises, but before she would actually be in danger of suffocating, she would pull up, take a few deep gasps of air, and then resume her work. It seemed that she was succumbing more and more to A with each pass of his tongue.
            He was so huge, Sakura mused for the umpteenth time while packing him into her throat with much difficulty.        “Gck… Mmnph…” Sakura’s moans helped to stimulate the Kage of the Thunder Country, but for all of the talents she had picked up from sucking cock before, it hardly made much of an influence trying to bring A to an orgasm. She’d choke long before he could be brought down by her level of oral sex.
            The same could not be said for her. Having already been knocking at the door of ecstasy, it only took a few well-placed licks to her pussy to get her gushing and contracting. The lack of air due to her throat being sealed made her lightheaded and far more receptive to her climax when it burst forth. A’s mouth lidded her nether lips to sup up her flowing juices; his tongue busily thrashed against her folds and darted in and out of her channel. His mustache and beard were slick with the juices he hadn’t been able to consume, but he was not bothered by that.
            The standing ‘69’ position did not last much longer after that; it seemed that A was only interested in drinking her orgasm, and having her small mouth over his dick was merely a bonus. As quickly as she had been swept up, she was now set on her feet. After having been removed from the floor for so long, Sakura dizzyingly wobbled in place, needing to grab onto the desk to steady herself.
            “Bend over,” she heard A grumble. When she looked up at him, he seemed distorted; she was more lightheaded than she thought, almost as if drunk. A repeated himself, “Bend over now, girl.”
            She wasn’t in any state of mind to object. Subjugating herself for the Raikage, she bent forward at the waist, carefully setting her palms on the floor before lowering her knees. She meant to get on all fours like a dog – though why A, with his massive stature, would want her to do so was curious. But the moment her hands were firmly planted on the floor, A reached down and easily grabbed her ankle and twisted her until her back was to him. She gasped sharply, as for the second time in a row, she was unexpectedly held upside down – this time doing a handstand facing away from A.
            “What are you doing?” she wheezed. She couldn’t pull herself up in the position that she was in, forced to face the wall across from her as A adjusted her hips. The flexibility of kunoichi was key in a scenario like this one; her back was curved profoundly, but it didn’t cause any real discomfort. Her legs were split apart, exposing her vagina in full for the Raikage’s pleasure. Perhaps the only thing that Sakura found uncomfortable was the way her tits dangled towards her head in this inverted position. Vainly, weakly, she struggled and implored him to let her down. At least on her hands and knees, she had some sense of stability.
            She whimpered from this feeling of helplessness. Well, of course, while in A’s presence, she felt nothing but helpless, but this was more physical than mental now. The blood rushing to her head made her feel dizzy all over again. Vaguely, she could feel the hulking man grinding the underside of his shaft through the cleft of her vagina. Her breath shuddered from the feeling, and she could only anticipate the sudden surge of being filled.
            The giant did not keep her in breathless suspense for very long. He drew back a ways, lined his cockhead with her open cunt, and sunk in deep with a wet squelch. Her walls were still gripping from the latest orgasm and hadn’t let up because of the ones before that; A’s insertion stalled a little because of that, but he still managed to fit eight inches deep inside of her. At this extreme angle, during the connection, the blunt tip pressed and ground generously against Sakura’s G-spot. She sobbed in pleasure as a result, tensing to close her legs and hook her ankles as best as she could over his broad shoulders.
            At first, when he began to fuck Tsunade’s apprentice again, A kept his rhythm reasonably controlled, but once he confirmed that she could handle it, his rigorous pace resumed at the cost of some discomfort to the upside-down girl. Her pink hair fanned above – or rather, below – her head as A pounded her, rubbing the most sensitive spots inside of her snatch until they felt raw. Her modestly dangling breasts wobbled with each raucous pound from his hips.
            “Ah~! It’s…! Uhn! Too much!” Sakura’s face scrunched up with stressful pleasure. Already, she was about ready to plummet into her fifth orgasm. She had always thought that multiple orgasms caused less significance each time, but she experienced the same explosion of delight on a high scale. She had tried not to be too vocal – not wanting A to think he had broken her– but her resistance could only last for so long. The blood rushing to her head must’ve affected her resolve, aiding in the constant chipping away of her moral fortitude.
            “Ye~s~,” she unwittingly hissed, her voice heavy with adulterous desire. That smile of blissful release claimed her face, only it was now much more than just a subtle grin; it was a significant spread of elation while she came. She groaned and howled when her convulsions started again, spilling over A for the fifth time. Never before had she believed a person could experience toe-curling orgasms five times in a row, but she was now a believer! If she were bold enough – and stupid enough to be blatant about her infidelity – she could have some significant bragging rights around Ino, who felt not one shred of embarrassment sharing her sexual exploits to the otherwise pink-haired prude.
            It was expected that she would lose herself and succumb; A made sure that all women he bedded would walk away with grand stories to tell. He grunted like a beast, pounding again and again against the back of Sakura’s contracting vagina each time. It may have seemed like he had lost all control, but if that were the case, he would not have refrained from keeping a significant portion of his dick out of her so that she wouldn’t be injured.
            He took his hand from her waist to hold onto her thighs, pressing them together to tighten her clenching pussy even more. With several more wet thrusts, he paused. His cock twitched violently, and he could admit his climax was soon upon him. Though he’d worked Sakura over for quite some time, he still was displeased that he was brought to a release so quickly; there were times when he could last twice as long with a woman, nonstop. Then again, Sakura’s tightness was a major factor.
            A easily plucked Sakura up one final time, her tiring arms finally given an opportunity to relax. She gasped for breath, grabbing onto A’s bulging muscles and wondering if she should beg for mercy. She was pressed up against the cold glass window overlooking Kumogakure, feet spread wide on the floor when A finally set her down. He had to bend his knees significantly so that he could remain leveled with her juicy cunt.
            Though they were high up, Sakura wailed a modest protest. “No! Someone will see!” she sobbed, referring to how her bare breasts flattened on the glass and provided a show for anyone who could see from so far below. Her nipples chilled against the glass; the pink circles were pushed flat against the pane, and it truly was a beautiful sight. Didn’t Naruto say he would be heading outside?! What if he glanced up and saw his girlfriend’s tits on naked display, pressing against the window for all Kumogakure to see?! That adulterous shiver returned with a vengeance.
            “You can’t ask for a better view, girl,” A scoffed behind her, as though that would compensate for her modesty and humiliation. She spread her legs generously for him – though it was more for herself to ease the acceptance – and though he had to slouch to align his cock with her sex, it was a very comfortable fit. His pace was not as savage as before, but it did feel urgent. He grunted a lot more now, and his fingers dug into her waist.
            “Oh! Raikage-sama!” Sakura desperately gasped out, looking back at the dark man fucking her. She was vaguely worried that he would leave bruises – if he hadn’t already – that Naruto might see and ask about. Again, the riskiness hit her gut hard. “I’m cumming!”
            Sakura was shrieking now, enduring the mightiest orgasm of her life so far. She tried to push back against A to get him as deep as possible, but she could not manage his tempo. They moved out of sync, but that did not make Sakura’s climax any less heavenly. Her knees bent inward, and she could not help slumping against the glass window in front of her. Her fears about being pounded up against the glass pane renewed when her pumping body packing the force of the mighty Raikage’s thrusts caused the glass to crack. It began with one split running diagonally across the pane, but soon turned into many more like a spider’s web.
            The panicked pink-head gasped. “It’ll break!” Spurred by her own anxiety, her orgasm was prolonged and kept raging like a tempest of unmatched pleasure. All the while, even with the possibility of bursting through the glass and falling amongst a flurry of shards to her death, she didn’t once beseech A to stop fucking her.
            He had endured many of her orgasms thus far, but there was a limit even the indomitable Raikage couldn’t stand. His thrusts became sharp and shallow when he felt the familiar roil of gushing heat. He could’ve flooded Sakura with his essence, but chose not to on a whim.
            Sakura was spun around, falling off of his cock and all but collapsing on the floor like a ragdoll. She looked like a mess of fatigue and sweat as she sat there, hardly aware of the world around her. Only by A’s hand did she find the strength to lift her head and stare up at his throbbing cock. Now that his target was available, A took precise aim, grunted while squeezing just underneath the rim the cockhead, and then came.
            Sakura yipped softly and turned her face after taking the first, heavy wad of the Raikage’s potent cum. He came like a cannon! With that one blast, he practically got the span of her forehead. Needless to say, the rest of his ejaculate was just as heavy. He made deep grunts and groans as his cock spewed semen all over her face and hair; the lesser dribbles fell over her bosom and lap. It felt so hot! It almost felt like zaps from miniature thunderbolts!
            A still dripped cum, so he cupped the back of Sakura’s head and brought her forth; obediently and inattentively, she opened her mouth and sucked him in, cleaning him thoroughly with her tongue. He tasted far less pleasant than Naruto, but she nonetheless swallowed what her tongue had collected. When A had deemed that she had done a satisfactory job, he let her fall back and catch her breath.
            While she was more winded than ever before, A hardly broke a sweat the entire time. He stared down at Sakura with an approving glower. “You may return to your Jinchuuriki, Haruno Sakura,” he declared, her name sounding so sinful rolling from his lips. “Return with your head held high; you’ve done well.”
            Was he referring to the extraction of poison, or her ability to stay intact after he fucked her senseless? Either way, Sakura averted her eyes and said nothing. She’d have to wash up in one of the sinks before collecting her garb and leaving. For now, however, she needed to rest. As expected, A left her much more than just satisfied; she wouldn’t be walking out of this room without a limp.
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            Little known to Sakura, her exposure to the village while A pumped her from behind did not escape the tinted gaze of a ninja just showing up at the Raikage building. Killer Bee hummed softly in his throat. It had been difficult to see that far from where he stood, but he was certain that it was a woman’s naked chest pressing up against the glass of one of the many windows of the establishment.
            “I gotta say, that’s not something you see every day,” he poorly rapped. “Of course, it wouldn’t be like that if I had my way. I better mosey on up there to see… just what goes on with the brother of me…!” He threw his hand up high over his head, his forefinger and pinky extending from his fist as a sign of the bull. “Killer Bee~!”
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