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The Sleeping Tails Inn	By : c0p13r Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 6115 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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First Chapter revised. Check there if you think you've read before.
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            “Where is he?” Jiraiya looked like an impatient child standing on the cusp of the bamboo thicket, his arms folded, his foot tapping, his face bloated with disapproval. After a moment, he groaned out loud. “What a nuisance! He’s doing it to punish me, isn’t he?!” He swung his hands parallel to the right. “I told him where we were going was east. East! Really! That kid never listens to me. Little brat.”
            “Jiraiya-sama~♥”
            “Are you going to stand out there all night~♥”
            “I’m cold and lonely~♥”
            He turned and looked at the women calling out to him from the balcony; scandalously dressed, their breasts almost spilling out from the slips of cloth that could hardly be called clothes. He had made it here two hours ago, met the reservation, and was introduced to the bubbly women of the Heavenly Oppai Inn. They were immigrants from Amegakure who took their most profitable profession to the Land of Fire. They knew how to woo a man, and Jiraiya was such a sap for them.
            “Yes, yes, I’ll be up there soon~” he called back to them gushily. He pointed absently at the forest. “It’s just, I’m waiting for someone in here~”
            The announcement brought a sudden change in demeanor. The women’s adoring faces became concerned. “In there?” said one.
            “No one comes from there,” said another, taking Jiraiya as joking. “That forest is haunted~♥” She waved for Jiraiya. “Come up here and save me from the ghosts, Jiraiya-chan~♥”
            Already, the women were giggly and flighty again, giving their catcalls to their esteemed client.
            Jiraiya was already started to feel weak for them, but he had a duty to his student! Torn between responsibility and pleasure…!
            “I guess Naruto will have to figure it out for himself tonight~♪” sang Jiraiya, frolicking back to the grand hotel. He’d shirked responsibility before, and he do it again.
            For the benefit of his student.
            This night lost in the forest – if he was lost and not serving out a prank – would be a good lesson for Naruto to learn.
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            “I don’t think I should stay,” said Naruto, apprehension thick in his voice. “I’m supposed to meet up with my teacher. He’s going to… to a less…” His lips pulled tight as he tried to figure out how to politely say a less rundown, more provocative establishment. He didn’t want to offend this lady, whoever she was and whatever it was she was doing here.
            The lady just stared. She didn’t even look him over. Her eyes were just connected with his, though his strayed when it became uncomfortable.
            “Um…” He futzed his fingers, and then realized that he didn’t have his frog wallet. He had to keep himself from smiling brightly at this revelation. “I don’t even have my money! My teacher has it”—He pointed a finger over his shoulder—“so I can’t afford to…”
            The lady suddenly reached out, ignoring his explanations, and pressed her fingertips lightly on his jacket at his collarbone. He gave a shudder. What was that…?
            She swiped, and some dirt fell on the floor; loud.
            Naruto gulped, and that same hand came up and held his cheek. He flushed at the contact as she innocently wiped her thumb against a smudge upon his streaked face. “You are alone,” she murmured, “and dirty. Hungry. It is my duty to take care of the young. Please follow me.” She turned and stepped into the wooden corridor, leaving behind her wood sandals so that her socks hardly made a noise on the floorboards.
            Again, Naruto wanted to refuse, but chose not to. She was being polite and matronly. A bit odd, but he couldn’t dislike someone for that. Given time, he consoled himself, he was sure that he could like her. So he pulled off his sandals and set them aside. To his surprise, he saw other sandals. There actually were more people here?
            No harm in asking, if only to break the silence. “Are there more guests here? Or just you and your family?”
            “There are others,” the lady answered without turning. Her voice sounded so distant; Naruto picked up the pace until he was just two steps behind her, concerning himself with the rooms they had begun to pass. Everything was so dark and empty and lifeless, which included the lit candles lining the hallway. “We are a clan not thriving as we once had. We welcome our own here.”
            “Oh,” said Naruto, laughing and scratching the back of his head. “W-Well, sorry for interrupting you guys like this.”
            She stared over her shoulder at him. An unreadable look was on her face that stalled his humor.
            He gulped and kept his mouth shut until she looked back forward. It seemed she was satisfied with the quiet, but it unsettled Naruto. Others were said to have been here, but there wasn’t so much as a shuffle in the heavy gloom. And it felt like they’d been walking for minutes! He looked back, to see what kind of sprint he’d need to go at to just run out and escape the vicinity of this place.
            His eyes widened!
            How was it possible?! The exit seemed almost a mile off in the dark, like this woman had been leading him down the gullet of a snake!
            He shut his eyes and shook his head and looked again. The exit was not so far off after all; just a few doors down. Their pace was just slow and their monotony lagging. It was like sitting through one of Iruka-sensei’s lectures.
            He couldn’t bear the silence anymore. It was stifling him. “Wha-What is this place, anyway?” he decided to ask.
            “My husband built it.”
            To this, Naruto’s spirits lifted a little. “Your husband? So-So you’re…!”
            “He sought peace and knowledge and understanding.” The lady did not stop for Naruto. “If the world around was warring, he would hide in the leaves and bring those who shared his vision. But even then”—Her head dropped slightly, somberly—“he was called to battle. He has been gone for a time now, unable to rest here again.”
            Naruto’s spirits took a dip, realizing that her husband must have left her a widow now. He had been told by Ero-Sennin before that he lacked tact when it came to talking to women. Ones like Tsunade could overlook his crass speech and overbearing honesty, but this innkeeper likely would not. So he scratched distractedly at his cheek, and gave an apology for her loss, but she didn’t acknowledge it and just stepped aside, indicating to the room door.
            “Here,” she had said simply, and then slid it open. Not at all unexpected, it was just as dark and gloomy in here as it was out in the imposing corridor. In fact, with the four walls and empty space with just a pair of cushions around a small table, this seemed like a cage.
            Even so, Naruto put on a smile. “Looks great,” he flat-out lied. He walked in, his blue eyes scanning for anything to liven up the place. But honestly, he felt hanging paintings would have added a haunting dreariness to the place, and he was suspicious that any such painting would have eyes that followed him.
            He didn’t take off his backpack; instead, he placed his hands on the straps tightly. He debated with his reason and his decorum about how it would look to flee. He was unlikely to ever see her again if he did, but he’d probably suffer some guilt for treating a lonely woman so unkindly.
            She just kept watching him, deliberations supposedly going on in her own mind, but she was not so conflicted. She was resolute in whatever stance she was taking with this boy.
            “Um…” He gestated, thinking of the warnings Ero-Sennin had given him. But while he felt a little creepy around her, Naruto couldn’t feel animosity here. “M-My name’s Naruto,” he introduced himself, now that he realized he was being given hospitality without either of them knowing the name of the other.
            She bowed her head cordially, her tag earrings fluttering slightly. “I am Mito, and it is an honor to meet you, Naruto-san.”
            Well, it wasn’t often that he was spoken to so formally; it made him snicker a little, bashful, and feel out of place. “You too, tebayo,” he replied as she raised up and continued eye contact. Just a mere stare, but it was heavy. If her eyes had shone red like her hair, he might have mistook her for an Uchiha.
            There was no draft. All the windows were closed, and they were too deep in the inn for a gust to reach. In fact, it was stiflingly warm. Naruto was sweating under his jacket already, though he hadn’t realized it until just then, when he shivered. That gut instinct again… He felt restless and unnerved, unsure of what to say to put the focused Mito-san at some ease.
            Chuckling, wiping the cuff of his sweater against a trail of sweat on his left cheek, he said, “It’s pretty warm. Is that because of the hot springs?”
            “Hm.” Mito’s eyes glimpsed past Naruto; he felt a weight lift mercifully from his shoulders. “My husband’s interest was the forest, but our clan comes from the waves and eddies, so we have pure water to charge to body and spirit.” She looked at Naruto again, but he didn’t tense up. “You should enjoy a bath… and then come in to eat.”
            Naruto looked around again. It was still very dark, but if there was a peephole, he would have been able to spot it in this vacant room. All paper doors and walls, tatami floors… Maybe the ceiling, he considered, glancing upward, and then thought no. Not even the rafters would have supported the weight of even a slim person, let alone the mats. It wasn’t a bad room, but the feel of it was old.
            When turning to address Mito-san, he gave a jump, finding that she had crept closer without seeming to have moved. He couldn’t cover up his reaction, so he turned it into a laugh. “You’re very stealthy, Mito-san,” he chuckled mirthlessly.
            “Please,” she said softly to him and laid a hand upon his chest. A light touch, but he felt like she’d seep into him, flesh upon flesh. His throat was strangled by unease. It did not help that she was so wistful and beautiful in looks, putting his Sakura-chan to shame and even bearing some vague reminiscence to Baa-chan’s appearance – except in the bust. The rhombus at her forehead was of paramount to the resemblance. “We will rejuvenate you in the hot springs.”
            Having teetered on the idea of declining, Naruto couldn’t help but accept this time, if only to ease the empty weight upon his chest. Those eyes held such melancholy with such authority; her plea was a command. “Sure,” he said weakly. His hand came up unbidden and grabbed at her wrist.
            Her skin was unusually cold.
            He winced at it, almost recoiling but for an instinct to embrace and warm her himself. He scorned the thought. He’d been around Ero-Sennin too long to think something so inappropriate.
            At her own leisure, she brought her hand back to her breast, his own falling halfway between them. He swallowed nervously. She actually smiled now; a very faint curve of her pink lips, something so very elegant and genuine. Intuitively, he grinned back, though his was big and toothy and accompanied by a slight chuckle.
            Yeah, maybe he could make the best of this stay. After calming down from the oppressive repetitiveness of the bamboo forest and the gloom of the inn, he could ask Mito-san for directions out of this place. He’d be sure to come back with some recompense for his stay at the very least.
            “After you’ve settled in,” she began with a shift to leave, “call for me, and I’ll take you to the bath. It will calm you and cleanse you. I can see that you’re very troubled.”
            “Well, yeah,” laughed the anxious Naruto. “I guess I’m kinda lost.”
            “Many who come here are lost. But they find their way… eventually.” She strode silently, though the brush of her feet on the floor was resonating. Naruto didn’t comment; just held his expression and tried not to quake on his feet. She was so odd. Normally, he would like that oddness. But this was entirely different to the gloom of Hinata-types.
            In silence and solitude, Naruto exhaled loudly, realizing that he was covered in a cold sweat. He hadn’t felt such an overbearing aura since Orochimaru! He unzipped and flung his jacket across the room, groaning loudly as he tumbled back on the bedding, arms and legs spread out carelessly. “How’d I wind up here? Dammit. That Ero-Sennin. It’s all his fault.” He shuffled, getting comfortable. All of a sudden, it was becoming easier to relax. He moaned softly and opened his eyes; his eyelids barely could hold halfway open. “Maybe… I’ll take a nap first, tebayo.”
            He wasn’t quite sure of the order of events after that. He seemed fairly certain that he had gone over to a quiet rest, but the next thing he knew, he was following Mito-san down the hall again. Weirdest yet was that he hadn’t questioned it. Like slipping consciousness into a body that was vacant yet moving on muscle memory. The corridor tilted back and forth, and it was all he could do to stay on his feet than wonder how and when he’d woken up. “Mi-Mito-san,” he slurred, reaching a hand out to brace against a wall. “I feel… dizzy.”
            “Merely the humidity,” she told him, now stepping aside to permit him to the dressing room. “You’ll settle in soon enough. Undress here, and please enjoy the springs. But try not to stay in too long. You wouldn’t want to pass out.”
            On that, Naruto had to agree. He was regretting sleeping at all in this place. All of his inhibitions seemed sapped along with willpower. He knew he should decline and ask to return to his room until he felt better. Or, more sensibly, request to leave altogether. The bamboo forest hadn’t felt as draining as this.
            Yet, grabbing both sides of the doorway, he thrust himself into the changing room. “I-I can’t…” he trailed off, closing his eyes, hoping the room would stop spinning. It couldn’t have been something he ate. Or drank. Was this possibly a Genjutsu or even a dream? It didn’t feel like it; it felt real. But the mind could play tricks when fooled. He could be imagining that he was feeling the boards.
            “Would you like some help to undress?”
            “No!” Naruto swung around drunkenly but forced his feet to stay under him. His hand warded her back; she didn’t flinch as his fingers swept an inch from her nose in his haphazard motion. He collected himself, brought his reaction back inward and laughed sheepishly. “Sorry. I mean, I can do that myself.”
            “It’d be no trouble. We are here to serve you. Please feel better, Naruto-san.” Then her red head bowed before she removed herself from his sight behind the sliding door.
            With her gone yet again, Naruto’s chest began to heave. He worried that it wasn’t imagination that his heart was hammering in his chest. And it didn’t help that the ephemeral growling in the back of his mind hadn’t let up. Was the Fox aware of something that he was not?
            “It’ll all be better after a bath,” he scolded himself, forcing his black shirt over his head. No sense of decorum; he tossed it, his pants, and his boxers in a messy heap in the nearest empty basket. He then untied his headband and forehead protector to place it with more reverence before sliding it into a cubby. He then grabbed a towel, lashed it around his waist, and headed out.
            It was chilly out here. For all the steam and the impressive span of the hot springs, Naruto was wrapped in a cold that made him brace against it. His skin broke out in goosebumps, his nipples hardened, and his package shrunk. His teeth chattered noisily. “W-Why’s it s-so c-cold, tebayo?” The forest had been so dense that it had trapped warmth and moisture, and it was still thick beyond the fence. It should have made this place a sauna! Instead, it was so cold that the water should have frozen over! “I-I gotta g-get in!” He hoped that the water was actually warm. Everything else seemed so bleak and backward, he didn’t really trust what he saw. But if it was cold, he would zoom out of there, get dressed, thank Mito-san for her hospitality, and try to blindly traverse the bamboo forest.
            “Please wait, Naruto-san.”
            Cold hands clutched his shoulder; he howled in response, like he’d been cornered by a ghoul in a graveyard. But Mito stood unperturbed by his reaction, even as he apologized profusely for it. He just wasn’t expecting her to be…
            “Yah!” He fixed his towel at his groin, making sure he was not indecent in front of her. “M-Mito-san! What are you doing here?!”
            “Attending you,” she answered simply with a bow, only one hand leisurely clutching at the top fold of the towel around her. The towel fit her tight, pushing up her breasts to form a supple cleavage that Naruto had trouble tearing his eyes away from, though it was just as difficult not to acknowledge the high-riding hem that exposed a dangerous portion of her thighs. “I was hoping you’d allow me to wash your back before going in.” She motioned to a little stool and basin.
            Naruto looked at the station, and then looked at her; all of her. His jaw held tight. It was never more apparent how beautiful she was than when only a thin veil of dull-pink cloth was around her. Even the icy air could not hinder his natural reaction, but his hands could at least blanket its arrival. “I,” he began awkwardly, eyes twitching, “I don’t know… if that’s a good idea.” He’d all but forgotten the chill now that his blood was starting to run hot. “I didn’t know it was co-ed.”
            “You are our first male guest in a very long time,” said Mito. “We don’t mind if you share the bath with us.”
            “Huh? We?”
            Mito took his hand and led him. Much like before, he did not feel the strength to resist and went along, though his head turned back to the pool. The mist of heat was thick, but not entirely obscuring. He could see to the far end of the pond to the fence enclosing the area. Boulders and cobblestone surrounded the water; the vegetation was maintained and kept outside only. Looking up, Naruto expected to see a starry sky but instead just saw an endless void of black. He doubted the sun ever looked down on this inn before.
            “Sit,” Mito quietly instructed.
            He did, but not without a word that he was willing to forgo the wash entirely. “I think I should just lie down for a little bit more,” he said, but it had been lying down that happened and obscured his recent memory. He made sure the towel didn’t slip from his form when he sat on the small chair. A shinobi shouldn’t expose his back to an enemy. Mito-san wasn’t an enemy. He hoped he could convince himself of that and calm the turmoil of the Kyubi.
            A cup was picked up aside the basin and sloshed into it almost noiselessly. His ears hardly picked up the smooth sound, an electric charge swelling down his back. The heightened senses made reception more palpable on the surface. He anticipated the water, feeling it even before it began to cascade down his back. Without meaning to, he moaned and hunched forward. Again, the cup descended into the basic, gurgled and filled and then poured over Naruto’s back again, this time higher, across his neck.
            “Your hair next,” she told him in preparation, and then poured the third cupful. Rivulets went down his face, around his screwed-up eyes. He held his breath momentarily, and then exhaled loudly. His eyes opened wide. This ritual was intense, intimate. Beneath his hands, he felt his body willing to express its gratitude for her attentiveness while his mind pleaded that he control himself.
            It was hard, the case for his basic urges rearing when Mito-san’s icy hands slid onto his back, making him yelp and tauten. She worked her palms expertly over his trained muscles, forcing them to relax though he endeavored against her work. “You’ll be restored afterward, Naruto-san,” he felt her whisper at his ear.
            His eyes crossed, his will buckling. Why did a woman’s hands have to be so forceful in their weakness? There was hardly any strength as she groped at his shoulders and pressed the heel of her palms against him, yet he couldn’t do anything to move. Each stroke had him wilting in all areas except one, the one he wished to reverse and hand over to the hindrance of the now-banished cold.
            The feral growling rumbled beyond the pit of his stomach.
            “Our clan had once thrived, but no more,” said Mito, not stopping her massage. “You coming here was not just by chance, Uzumaki Naruto.” Her body was closing in on his; he could sense the gap fast dissipating.
            Soft whispers fluttered on the still air… Naruto jerked one way, thinking to see someone; another woman. There was nothing but fog.
            “What’s… going on?” asked the fearful boy, turning his head to catch a glimpse of the hostess.
            “Just relax,” she said in a lingering breath. Her hands fell flat on his shoulders before coursing down his front, exploring his muscles and plunging down to his abdomen, thrusting her chest to the back of his head.
            All the work she had done to loosen his muscles went to waste; he’d stiffened like a plank when he realized his head was nestled between two pert breasts lacking the coverage of a towel. She was naked. Entirely naked! He dared not move his head unless he shuffle them and take notice of their shape and state.
            “We are here only to serve you.”
            ‘We’ again. Naruto was afraid of that, though he did not know why. But soon enough, he saw them. This place was empty! He was certain of that! But when he looked again, beyond the boulders, there were definitely occupants in the water. In a pond that came up to the chest when sitting, he could even tell that they were all women! Just what was going on?! There was no way he’d missed them before, yet now could distinguish characteristics like those!
            Moaning with effort, Naruto tried to stand up but only managed to throw himself off balance. Were it not for Mito-san reaching out for him and returning him back to her bosom, he would have done a header into the boulder in front of him. “I told you”—Her fingers dripped down his body from his face like hot lava—“just relax.”
            “I should… go back to my room.” He teetered on his seat.
            Mito shushed him. “You haven’t even enjoyed yourself yet.” Her hands still poured down his sternum, reaching, but were slowing now. If-If he didn’t intercede, she’d go straight down to…
            The placid waters churned. When he glanced again with his heavy eyes, he saw the occupants were turning to watch. A clearer vision of them now; each woman had a head of red hair. One, who did not tie her hair up as many of the others and sat nearest to him, stood up. Her hair came down low to the back of her thighs, and it moved gracefully even with the water weight. She turned to him, her naked breasts – full and round – swinging pendulously. He could not make out much of her features in the gloom, but her smile radiated. He hadn’t met her, but her lips moved like she had just called out to him by name; the voice sounded miles away.
            Who were they? What was this place?!
            Naruto gave a startled, helpless yelp when Mito’s hand slid under his towel. He involuntarily grabbed at her wrist, but was powerless and couldn’t hitch her for even a second. She glided into his pubic hair with delicate fingers, combing out the curls before snagging her destination like it was hers to take. Naruto gave a violent lurch with a rattling sound from his throat. He faced the sky, gurgling some objection to her fingers linking around his sensitive shaft.
            “Please, Mito-san…!”
            She was undeterred and started to size him up; from base to tip and back down. She did not choke up on him and kept her grip featherlight. Like a clasp of silk, she stroked him, pulling at the organ, pulling the skin against the bulging muscle. His own hand had always shown a certain arrogance for this activity, cinching up tight to hurry and be done with it. Easier to do when alone, but he was wandering with a hermit whose schedule was erratic. He couldn’t edge even after learning what edging was!
            But he’d been stiff since seeing Mito’s body decked out in only a towel. He might have tried to resist it, but his cock had been eagerly awaiting a chance to spill out his seed for her. Her small hand simply brushed away his attempts to stop her. No heart was in it; he was doomed. It was energy better spent on clutching at the wooden panel beneath him for support, surrendering reign to Mito-san’s fist. With delicate movements, she rubbed his hard cock faster, more appealing to his senses. His eyes wandered down to watch the towel flutter over the pole in his lap. Clenching his teeth, he swore and hoped that they wouldn’t be discovered by the women in the pond.
            He was mistaken to think that they hadn’t already been aware of the goings-on in the little niche between the outcropped stones. They wandered in close like phantoms, peeking around the boulders, unafraid to put their unseen eyes on him. The one with the longest hair, biggest breasts, did not amble around, gestating at the stones. She walked to the front of him. She was beautiful. Through the peculiar shadow over the top half of her face, he could vaguely make out eyes and their color: purple, big, wonderous eyes.
            “Nice to see you,” she said with an unusual type of tenderness. The volume of her voice seemed pitched, as though starting from far away before coming home to the mouth before him. He recoiled slightly, embarrassed by her own lack of modest and lack of reaction to Mito-san playing with his cock under his towel. She just kept her face in a smile, latched her fingers together in front of her pubic mound, and leaned over to meet his eyelevel. Her tits shifted and jostled with the motion, making it impossible for Naruto not to regard such heavenly globes.
            “Naruto,” she called him, to let him directly know that she was aware of his name. Her smile was radiant, he had to confess, and even though he didn’t recognize her, the familiarity made his cock swell.
            “H-Hey…! What’s happening?” he jabbered on, tearing his eyes from her when the other redheaded women began to emerge, climbing out from behind the boulders, seemingly spurred on by the predecessor’s boldness.
            The woman in front of him reached out and touched his cheek. He hitched, frozen, wide-eyed, unable to prevent it when she leaned in and kissed him tenderly on his gaping lips. A yelp was stifled as she lovingly kissed him, allowing it to linger.
            She, like Mito-san, was so very cold, but it was the kiss itself that left him breathless; almost senseless. He trembled when she backed away. He was all rigid as he stared at her. She was up and backing away, touching her lip with fondness as the other women closed in from around her. “What…?” He wanted to ask her something, anything to make sense of the situation. How had her kiss shocked him more than the hand lacing around his erection?!
            Another woman pulled his face into a kiss; he could not resist. It was not the same as the first woman, but still very intense. And she was replaced by a third. Naruto could hardly get out a stammer between the women kissing him, let alone address the hands starting to roam on his body. He didn’t know which one was touching where! All he knew was Mito-san was still attached to his cock, but other women had started to caress there too.
            Mito-san was the fourth to kiss him, turning his chin up, exposing his throat for one of the women to press her lips again, and led into his orifice with her tongue. He whimpered, thinking that this was very wrong. She was a widow! But her lips were so cold and needed warmth. Even her tongue pressed like ice against his. He moaned helplessly some more, and then gave a pained hiss when a brash redhead sunk her teeth at the thin flesh of his collarbone.
            She was the only one who spoke – “Damn shithead…” – and then licked at the red toothmark, suckling possessively at his skin while her left hand descended to grab at his balls.
            The towel that had covered him had started to slip. The redheads pawed absently at it before, paying it no mind so long as their fingers could get underneath to scrape at his thighs. Since then, the tie was finished and the cloth was loose. He pulled partway from Mito-san’s mouth to beg a reprieve, but got none. The women just bunched in closer, not speaking, but making sounds of lust. And he was powerless against them.
            On either side, his arms were lifted and speckled with puckered lips and dragging tongues. It was a fantasy straight from Ero-Sennin’s dreams. Some even began to kiss his knees, and ventured further up to his tensed thighs. The long-haired woman, the first one, had taken up the space right in front of him, staking her claim just as Mito-san had at his back. With his head held back, he couldn’t face her directly, but his eyes could strain to see down to the middle of his legs. She smiled up at him; a reassurance before kissing above either knee… and then leading her butterfly kisses upward.
            “No!” he choked out around Mito’s mouth. The first was climbing closer. “Not there, tebayo.”
            But she made it there, and Mito accommodated her, reversing the slant of his erection to point at her face. Her hands settled at the joint of his legs, trusting Mito’s direction, and swirled her tongue at his tip. He gulped loudly, his eyes rolling. She licked again, this time a single lash that cleared his slot of a swelling dollop of precum. It hung off the tip of her tongue before she reeled it in and swallowed.
            Mito’s hand slid down, now holding at his base, giving the woman freer range of his length. She started with affectionate, light kisses, her face leaping from spot to spot, wanting to kiss him all over before sliding him in. Her lips folded over his engorged tip, the space of her mouth tightening, her cheeks pulling inward.
            Once again, Naruto swore and reacted to Mito-san’s lips, shoving his tongue right back into her mouth to swish against hers in a challenge. He combated her chill with the heat of his raw fervor, switching saliva from his mouth to hers and back again. She was hardly deterred. For all her regal exterior habits and traits, she seemed honed in this method and willingly gulped his spit with her own.
            The women had become more passionate. The arms that were blessed with their mouths were now pulled down and mounted. A woman to each arm, straddling his hands, holding them against their crotches. He felt the prickle of their pubic hair; differing in length and bristliness, as well as the mutual soft slickness of their vaginal lips revealing their arousal. Seething, knowing only what he sped-read through in Ero-Sennin’s books – when the rest of it was so boring – he curled his fingers and began to play with the folds of their sex. The flesh there was supple and wet, contrasting the grown hair, smooth and appealing to the touch. Those women he caress moaned much louder and more frequently than the others, arching and putting their breasts to his shoulders as they bucked against him on both sides.
            The one who had bitten him snorted softly, holding her selfish claim to his body. She was more tongue and teeth, pulling her tongue across his chest in broad strokes, pausing every now and then to give him a fierce nip that made him lose his rhythm. At last, she drew in on his left nipple. Her tongue was surprisingly tender there, circling lightly, testing and probing it. It seemed that she would leave there unharmed… until her teeth sunk deep. What should have made him screech in agony instead made him groan deep in his throat. He bucked toward the woman’s face in his lap until her hands had to restrain him.
            The sadistic woman’s lips curled in an evil way. They loosened, but her teeth weren’t yet unclamped from his skin.
            Her fingers were also rougher than any of the others’. She stabbed her nails in the center of his chest, digging in like a plough before raking them down and leaving four enflamed rows down his sternum to his navel before she circled her hand down to take possession of his balls.
            Naruto whimpered as she chortled and then latched over his nipple, sucking roughly but luckily without her teeth.
            Though his sac was captured, his testicles hostage, Naruto had settled down enough to commence the work of the ladies upon his hands. They’d grown restless since his distraction and were grinding and hoping to kindle some sense of pleasure from his deadened fingers. His vigor ignited, and by chance, he curled his digits up into them: one penetrated by his middle finger, and the other was spread by the middle and ring fingers. The former gave a more satisfying cry of pleasure. A bit awkward for him, but he didn’t want to try switching out his ring finger for the more comfortable pairing with his index. Clumsily but effectively, he fingered both women while thrusting his tongue against Mito’s, endured the vicious woman’s mouth on his chest, and resisted fucking the first woman’s mouth as she slobbered obscenely over his cock.
            He didn’t think he was particularly good at what he was doing; really, he wasn’t sure about any of this and was only putting into practice what he had either read or imagined on his own. But the bodies were offputtingly frigid. The pleasure was there, his mouth chilled like he’d been sucking on mint, but it was certainly unusual that his fingers were deep in a woman’s body but felt naught of the warmth of life. Yet the women chimed with pleasure, grinding and clutching his arms. The woman at his chest continued to mar his flesh with bitemarks, and Mito-san moved her fist in tandem with the beautiful woman sucking his cock, now moving back and forth on him, showing very dedicated delight to his head. Cold or not, her tongue wrapping around the tip made his knees twitch inward, though he couldn’t detach the more-frightening woman’s hand off his testicles; he didn’t even try, fearing retribution.
            Mito-san must have known even before he felt it. Her kissing fervor diminished, though she still cupped his chin, keeping his head tilted back so the fierce-faced redhead could make sport of his throat with sloppy kisses and bites. Mito’s lips had become tender but brief in contact; short kisses that he could hardly latch onto. But that was alright. His chest was starting to heave. Considering the mess he was in, it was astounding that he hadn’t lost control of himself yet.
            One… Just one more kiss before his lips pulled back tight, his face scrunching up. “I’m,” he strangled to say, and then pulled from Mito-san’s hand, tucking his chin, staring straight down his body to the woman whose lips were enfolded around his erection. She looked straight back up at him. “I’m cumming, tebayo!” he strenuously told her.
            The first dose of cum was poor, ejecting before the spasms of muscles could produce the lion’s share. But just the sample of that dollop… The woman’s eyes lit up, she made a loud muffled gasp. She swallowed it up immediately before pulling back. “It’s coming, tebane!”
            Teba…?
            Naruto couldn’t complete his thought when the women dismounted, suddenly frenzied and obsessed with his twitching cock. Even Mito-san had shoved her way around him from behind, slipping under his arm to hold a hand at his tip in time to catch the second emergence of his seed. A sticky, messy blob of white and semitransparency. Without reservation or poise, she pulled the sample to her mouth – that prim and proper mouth – and imbibed on his essence, slurping with gulps so loud that Naruto could hear it.
            He couldn’t tell what landed in whose possession. Everything was so wild in that moment, his eyes hardly able to stay open in mere slits as the women milked him, jubilating in his fountain, giggling and awing when he spilt over their faces.
            “You got my eye, you piece of shit!”
            He wanted to apologize for that, but… “Ughn!” It felt nonstop, the pleasure. His bottom lifted off the seat, all his muscles clenching, working together to empty his balls onto the collection that had gathered at his groin. Mito-san had gone for a second helping, her tongue flicking over his tip just in time to sup straight from the source.
            But any further observation was impermissible when he found himself smothered in the light but shapely ass of the vulgar girl. He only saw her one-eyed stare over her rump, her lips brandishing a wide and wicked smirk. “How’s that?!” She clamped a hand to the back of his head, forcing him to inhale her scent. “I bet a turd like you loves to eat ass, so get to it!”
            Naruto, out of necessity, reached up and grabbed her by the legs for support. He wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do here and was much too preoccupied with the mouths alternating on his cock to really figure it out. His moans muffled against her backside. Below, his cock shot out the last, and while the others seemed satisfied gulping down their bounty, the first woman who had enamored him most of all turned her face back into his lap and doted upon his exhausted erection. Small pecks followed up the simulation of sucking the vestiges of beverage from a straw. She completely covered him with her love, from tip down to his base, pressing into his pubes, rounding down to show love and appreciation for his reclining sac.
            But when she sat back, that was it. It was done: the ejaculation, the frenzy, the erection. The women fell back, sated; for the moment anyway, breathing heavily as they scanned themselves for any missed droplets to sup up from their fingers.
            Seeing the passion die down, including his own moans against her ass, the woman straddling his face realized she had missed her chance. Eyes widening in anger, she shouted and cursed. “You can’t be done! You worthless shithead!” She dropped to her knees.
            Even Mito-san had receded, behind Naruto once again, returned to a picture of nobility as she dabbed gingerly at the corners of her mouth, taking pleasure in the pungent meal.
            But the other was not having it. Growling, she closed her fist around Naruto’s limpening dick, squeezing tighter than she ought to have, thinking passion would ignite him again rather than make him fear her. “You call yourself an Uzumaki?!” She glowered at his face, squeezed tighter, and swore, “I’ll wring you out until you’re shooting dust!”
            Naruto exclaimed, coming up from the bedding with a start. He panted and was covered in sweat, though the air in the room was chilly. And looking around, as his senses began to settle, he recognized the dreary atmosphere of his unfortunate room in the Sleeping Tails. He touched himself after a moment: his chest, his neck, arms, checked his fingers, and finally. It was where he’d left it, thank goodness. He almost could breathe a sigh of relief, if not for the fact he was still in the hotel.
            Yet…
            “What’s…?” He touched his face, groaning. He was suffocating. He tried to figure it out, but his mind was slipping. He couldn’t even remember what he’d been dreaming! But it certainly could have been a dream! Even if he could not remember what it was, he remembered the feeling.
            He looked down at his black shirt and then lifted it up to his chest.
            Nothing… but sweaty skin.
            But! But it’d been bitten… and scratched! He was certain of it!
            The smooth slide of the wooden door on its track made his head switch to the lantern light that entered the room. “Naruto-san? Are you awake?” Mito-san’s eyes glowed beyond the light, the rest of her was blanketed in shadow.
            “M-Mito-san,” he stuttered and held at his throat. “I-I think I feel…”
            “You have a fever,” she said right away and began to move toward him. He wanted to crawl back, but could not. The lantern and stick were set at his bedside so that she may kneel to him. “You were thrashing in your sleep, hallucinating.”
            “Hallucinating?” It sounded ridiculous! Naruto hadn’t seen such vivid images – though he could not remember them – in all his life, even in Genjutsu. Not to mention he’d never been sick before, thanks to the Kyubi’s influence.
            Mito-san’s hand lifted, it’d feel like an icepack on his heated forehead.
            But it didn’t…
            It felt like… a woman’s warm hand, checking his temperature against her own.
            She certainly had hands like ice before! What could have changed?
            “You should rest longer, Naruto-san,” she told him in a voice hardly above a whisper. Her hand lowered to grab the lantern stick. “You should recuperate your vitality. It is… precious.” She rose to her feet.
            Naruto lurched, feeling more ill than ever in his life. He made a move to go after her, but couldn’t make a pace further from his bedding on his hands. “No, wait,” he wheezed, though she didn’t even pause to leave. “I need-need to go…”
            But the door closed, keeping him within. Buckling, certain that his kindness had been a mistake, he resigned himself to the bed, and prayed that a good rest would do him well.
            Before the silence enveloped him, music played; a flue solo. Four hollow, chasing notes, followed by a descending flutter…
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