Foxy Woman | By : communist-fanfiction Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 31680 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2 |
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A/N: Thanks for the positive responses. I do want to explore the idea of Naruko crossdressing and her relationship with her team. Having her sleep with other men is a good idea, but I’m not sure yet if I’ll do that, since technically Kurama got to see Kushina and Mito both have sex with their respective husbands. Is it really new to him? On the other hand, if an exclusive relationship begins to develop, he will get jealous even if they aren’t technically committed. Something to think about later on probably.
I do despise when women fuck extremely unattractive (random faceless) men, I think it’s disgusting (to me); no offense to people that are into that. Old men are okay, but once they hit that wrinkle stage it’s just gross to see that wrinkly penis with grey pubic hair lol so you don’t have to worry about me writing that.
Chapter 2
Chakra
Kurama watched as his tenant screamed, trying to use his power. She was in a cage of flimsy wood, while he was lazily letting her absorb meager amounts of his chakra. He laced his chakra with his own emotions.
He despised that she had so much power over him. A prisoner, jealous of freedom.
He desired her; her heavy breasts with nipples that poked out when she was excited. Her strong stomach muscles taut and steel, except a soft bump where her womb sat. Her hips were wide, with an ass he wanted to sink his hands into. It was big and fleshy, barely hidden by the bags of clothing she wore.
He could see through her eyes, staring at Yamato of all people. He could see how her eyes travelled down to stare at his pants. She stopped pulling chakra from him, cutting off the connection between them.
He was surprised. This was the first time Naruko was able to cut off the connection on her own. He supposed he laced pure hatred into his chakra before, but this was the first time he had felt desire. Was this her plan? Tease him and make him easier to control?
Kurama had been taken advantage of. He heard the words of Yamato telling her a good job she had done, pulling his chakra from him. He told her to try again, because she was able to stop last time.
If she wanted to play that game, he could play it too. He felt the pull for chakra.
This time, instead of lacing hatred into his forcefully taken chakra, he avoided feeling hate, and only thought about how much he wanted to grope her.
Naruko on her knees, innocent blue eyes looking up at him as she swirled her tongue around his long, hard cock. Her hand was on one breast, tugging on her nipple. Her other hand fingered herself. She was red faced. He grabbed her hair and thrust into her mouth. She was choking as he thrust harder down her throat. She reached to grab his hips desperately, as if asking him to push harder into her.
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Naruko was confused. When she drew the familiar power of the Kyuubi, she was suddenly aware that the chakra around her became dense, tails forming. She didn’t feel hatred coming from him, and it hit her like a ton of bricks. Lust. Pure desire, longing.
The chakra was like an addictive suit, her panties immediately damp with desire. How she longed to rip off her clothes. Her breasts felt so big underneath the bandages, while her breathing felt heavier and heavier. She knelt down, mind dizzy from the musk of a man who reminded her of a fox. Her imagination went wild with curly red eyelashes over fiery orange eyes. Built abdomen, sharp collarbones. Long fingers, pale skin. She licked her lips with anticipation, looking up and seeing it. A cock, stiff and standing attention.
It wasn’t real, she told herself as she reached out and considered grabbing it. Her legs were still coming apart despite her rational mind telling her otherwise. The chakra tails fanned out, spreading her ass a little.
“Mmmh,” she moaned slowly as she reached ahold and eventually decided to grab onto the cock- but it wasn’t there. She wanted it though, so badly she would kill for it. She grabbed for it, only finding wooden bars in her way. She imagined the big cock pounding her needy pussy, it was so tight and dripping down her leg, the smell of sex lingering in the air. She thrust her ass backwards, finding another bar. The bar dug between her ass cheeks, rubbing up and down on the pole. It wasn’t comfortable, but it eased the heat somewhat.
She looked around for anything to sate her desire for a juicy cock- and there stood her sensei Yamato with a concentrated look on his face, hands on the ground. She tried ripping the bars open with her hands, they felt powerful enough to do so. The wood only grew back-
Suddenly the feeling stopped altogether, and Naruko cut chakra off from the Kyuubi.
You fox bastard, she thought, loudly as she could. She wasn’t sure if the Kyuubi heard her thoughts, but she certainly hoped so.
Yamato sighed with relief, wiping the sweat from his brow. “I think that’s good for today, we’ve been at it for hours.”
“Okay,” Naruko readily agreed, lust seeming to return, but no longer for Yamato.
Yamato seemed surprised Naruko agreed so hastily, she was normally one to sit and train until she fell. He let the wooden cage fall apart, and Naruko sprint back home as fast as she could, barely saying goodbye to her sensei.
When she got home she felt the foxy tenant rumble a laugh.
“Kyuubi,” she moaned half upset, half horny. She unraveled the bandages off her chest, and stripped to nothing. She rubbed her needy pussy against the dresser, hands clutching to the edges.
“Please,” she gasped out, pressing the corner of the dresser into her cunt, feeling her legs weaken. She desperately rubbed her clit, and kept one hand on the dresser for stability.
Naruko fell back onto the bed, abandoning the dresser for her fingers. They shoved into her, greedy for juice. “Kyuubi please,” she moaned harder, licking the tasteless juice from her fingers- imagining semen in its place. As she saw the dripping white liquid in her mind, she quickly lapped up her fingers and shoved it back into her pussy.
“Stop doing this to me,” she begged him and no one at the same time. She looked back towards the mirror, eyes half lidded. Fingers moved in and out, clit swollen and begging for attention. She imagined the fox watching her again.
She licked her lips and pressed on her clit, rubbing it faster. She came- panting, moaning.
In the mirror, violet eyes faded back to blue.
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