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The Rift between Akimichi and Yamanaka	By : c0p13r Category: Naruto > General Views: 2612 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 1-The Taming of Yamanaka Ino
- 2-The Breaking of Akimichi Karui
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I dedicate this chapter to all the writers who write Naruto with a 12” dick, and urge them to take out a tape measure every once in a while!
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There had been discrepancies before between the two of them. Ino had always been the alpha of their formation, even when Temari was introduced as Shikamaru’s spouse. Temari was placid and had shown respect for the ties between them. But Choji’s brash choice of woman had rippled the waters. “They don’t need to train. My Chocho isn’t suited to rely on others on a team. She carries the strength and pride of Kumogakure!”
And Ino would contest that she belonged to Konoha, and Konoha was based on unity and teamwork. She wasn’t very affable in her explanation, however, though Sai hoped to calm her. Somewhat. “You can go back to Kumo,” snarled Ino, raising her fist at Karui, “and your daughter can stay here and learn the Ino-Shika-Cho Formation!”
The quarrel had nearly gotten physical until Choji intercepted both women with enlarged hands. Karui swung her fists and kicked her feet outside the fist, telling her husband to let her settle this like a kunoichi of Kumo. “How dare you!” Ino roared at Choji’s manhandling. Sai fumbled awkwardly at the side, asking her to calm down, fiddling his fingers, wondering how to address the situation to defend his wife’s honor even though she was in the wrong.
“P-Perhaps we ought to let the Hokage settle this,” Sai told Choji.
Choji agreed.
And that was how Choji and Karui found themselves in front of the Hokage’s desk. Naruto had said he’d already discussed with Ino and dealt her punishment. Karui folded her arms – “Good,” said she – and expected to be sent off with that news as comfort, something to laud over the bratty blonde’s head whenever she spoke out of turn. Choji put a thick arm around her, gripping her opposite shoulder, asking her not to be unkind. She, of course, brushed him off and shoved a finger in his face. “And how dare you go along with it?!” she berated him. “You’re supposed to stay on my side like a man!”
Choji murmured mournfully in his throat. “But, Ino…” He drifted off. In his mind, it had hurt him to stand against Ino, feeling that she might also feel betrayed by him. In his mind, she had feelings for him and married Sai to get back at him for getting with Karui – though it was common knowledge that she and Sai were together longer than he and his wife of Kumo.
“Whatever,” huffed the ebon woman, now sneering across from her at the placid Hokage. Puny, ineffectual boy in need of an artificial arm. Thinking of him in the same ranks as the former Raikage was insulting, even if Ay had sung Naruto’s praises and had even journeyed out of retirement to give his personal congratulations to the boy’s greatest achievement.
No matter.
She thrust out a hip, staring pompously at him, challenging the ease of his gaze. “So we can go now, right? I’ve got to get started on dinner.”
As if on cue or maybe just in response to the word, Choji’s wide belly gave a grumble. She scoffed, turning to him and playfully beating her fist to his tummy. “I don’t work on your schedule.” He laughed bashfully, petting at his shaggy head.
“No,” Naruto declined. “I can’t let you go.” He shut his eyes, disregarding her crass and threatening retort. He’d heard worse. “It’s my job to keep the peace in the village. You and Ino are both part of families that best uphold the values of Konoha. I can’t just ignore you guys squabbling.”
“Who’s squabbling?” Karui squawked. She bent forward, jabbing at him with a finger, giving him her best scowl. “You talk pretty tough for someone I’ve beaten before!”
Naruto’s face torqued awkwardly. He hadn’t forgotten their initial meeting all those years ago, but for her to bring it up now. He glanced to her husband, but Choji was already grabbing pleadingly at Karui’s shoulders. Her passion didn’t seem to be abated since that time behind the shack; Naruto wondered if that was a good thing.
“I can’t let you go,” he reiterated amongst the spousal squabble, pushing out from under his desk. He regarded Choji. “You can leave, Choji. I’ll deal with Karui’s discipline myself.”
As Karui scoffed angrily, Choji again grumbled worriedly in his throat, looking from her to Hokage and back again. Fearfully, he did want to be displaced from here, while at the same time, he didn’t want to leave his wife’s side. He trusted Naruto’s judgment and fairness, but Karui was likely to make it a difficult time unless her husband was there.
“I’ll stay, Naruto,” he decided, carefully wrapping an arm around his wife to show solidarity, but she shoved away from him. A man of Kumo would have not stood for this farce and would have challenged the Hokage to defend her himself.
Naruto gave an odd smile and implored Choji to change his mind.
“N-No,” asserted Choji, balling up his fists at his side. This was his stand of Karui. “I’ll stay.”
“A-Are you sure, tebayo?”
“Enough!” exclaimed Karui with a swing of her arm, coming back up with a fist. “Just get to it! What do you think you’ll punish me with?”
Naruto looked at her. He looked at her for a long while, trying to ignore Choji’s presence as he supplied his concentration. “Submission,” he answered.
“S-Submi-?”
“Ha! To you?” Karui laughed over Choji’s confusion. She was honestly amused by it, thinking that this ramen-gulping buffoon had it in him to rein her in. Putting her arms together under her mother breasts, she stood sideways like she was already ready to leave for his pitiful assertions. She gave the Hokage her best, feral grin. “And how are you going to do that?”
Naruto lost none of his gravity. Let her keep sneering as he answered her: “Sexual dominance.”
Choi’s outburst was immediate. “But, Naruto…! That’s-That’s too much!”
Karui was shocked, and it showed on her face for a solid ten seconds before her smirk returned, stretching sharp across her face. “So that’s it, huh? It seems you know something about Kumo tradition after all!” Not that she’d ever needed such discipline, but she knew of the raucous kunoichi – domestic and foreign – who had been put in their place by the former Raikage, leaving his office with a limp in their step and their wits lost.
Naruto made no reaction to confirm or deny the allegation. He simply waited for the couple – or one of them – to completely process what would take place.
“I respect that,” Karui continued with full arrogance. “I accept…”
“But, Karui,” blubbered Choji, coming up from her side, whimpering. “You can’t! We’re married!”
She shoved him aside. “And we’ll still be married after, you oaf. But this guy wants to challenge me. It’s not like he can do better than you.” The rare compliment made Choji blush. He should trust his wife, but for this? She marched forward like she was standing across from Naruto in an official match. “I’ll handle him quick, and then I can get started on dinner.”
Choji twiddled his fingers. “Alright…” barely made it past his lips, somewhat consoled by her promise.
“Now,” shouted the redhaired woman and pointed at her opposition, “let’s see what you got, Hokage!”
Naruto grumbled, “You don’t have to be so loud, tebayo,” and then did as he was bidden. He wasn’t shy about it. He was Hokage, sharing intimate baths with leaders and intimidating figures, rutting women throughout his travels, including one salacious spa day courtesy of the retired Mizukage in one, last valiant chance for a reputable husband. But, that aside, all outside the bedroom with his wife was business.
Karui hardly flinched, reacting more to the swiftness than the size of his cock when it swung out, a strong arch and an impressive girth to it. But when she had a husband who could control the proportions of his body to suit her tastes, little could really make her gawk. Still, she sized him up and gave a half snort/half laugh. “Bigger than I thought,” she consented, “but if you think that’s gonna subdue me, you’re wrong.” If she had sleeves, she’d be rolling them up, ready for a good workout. “Just you wait, Choji.”
“Yeah,” answered her husband, afraid to watch and afraid to look away.
She grabbed Naruto’s cock with no reverence, though it didn’t really have much of an effect until she slid down and grabbed his balls; firm but not tight, well-practiced and trained. She surely didn’t learn restraint from Choji. “So how long do you think you’ll last”—She began to massage his balls, making his lips twitch—“Hokage?”
“It doesn’t really work like that,” Naruto confessed. And just as she was about to question him and keep on the offensive, he snatched the hand at his groin and pulled her halfway onto his desk. Her hands were thrown in front of her to catch herself, knocking some documents onto the floor; Choji started forward, but held off.
“Hey, who do you think-Hey!”
Naruto’s hand was bracing her between her shoulder blades, forcing her in a presenting posture. Not as much back there as Ino and Hinata, but enough cushioning for his hand. He didn’t bother with a spank as he rummaged against her rear. Though he tried to be professional about it, there was a flash of disappointment across his face, thinking of the other Kumo woman who was more robust.
“Well, I guess it’s alright,” he laughed softly under his breath, moving himself behind her as if mounting her like a dog when his hands circled underneath and began to unbuckle the vest coupling her dress.
“What’s that tone for?” Karui snapped at him, trying to catch his elusive gaze behind her. “Don’t you dare think that I’m not up to standard!” Her barking stopped abruptly, the front of her robes falling open when she felt the brace slip carelessly to one side. It seemed to have caught up to her what was happening when she looked up and saw Choji, her husband, staring, gawping, watching helplessly as another man’s hands roamed over her body.
In Kumo, it was about power, possession, and dominance. It meant something a bit more to these bleeding hearts in Konoha. She growled softly in contemplation. How would their daughter react to seeing her mom worked over by the admirable Seventh Hokage?
Swallowing her pride begrudgingly, she shouted back, her head turning with a vibrant swish of red hair. “Stop it!”
“Hm?” Naruto was halfway to uncovering her bottom when he looked up from his work; to her, then to her husband where there seemed to shimmer a bit of hope.
Karui spun halfway, at least twisting her upper body at the waist when Naruto was pressed so close that she could not get around him without swinging a leg high and wide, flashing her underparts. She clutched her robes together to hide her brown breasts. “Is this all there is to it? You’ll do this in front of my husband?!”
Naruto gave a look of solemn woe like his hands were tied. He’d given Choji the chance to leave, but he opted out.
“Hmph!” Karui’s yellow eyes continued to glare, though the clutch had lessened, at least to where part of her mashed-together tits showed the line formed between them. “So it’s like that. I won’t forget this, Hokage.” And then she turned over, prostrated and willing, staring directly at Choji as if to convey some message. I can handle it. You can too.
Choji brought his hands up nervously in front of him, wincing just as Naruto brushed aside her skirt and exposed her bottom.
White cotton and frills against the beautifully dark body, fitting her posterior flatteringly but not flagrantly like Ino’s underwear. Naruto palmed her cheeks, earning a click of teeth from her; she was less affected than Choji as he began to bumble and blubber something. There was a suppleness to them, but mostly firm, unyielding muscle.
He squeezed and heard her give a puff of air from her mouth, masking her apprehension under an idle curse. Choji was gestating, wringing his fingers, contemplating his choice to stay. He leapt – as much as his bulk would allow – when Naruto took the first clap against Karui’s ass. Merciless, unforgiving; even Karui hissed out in response.
Naruto’s hand throbbed dully afterward. There was more recoil than Ino’s punishment, and the offended cheek didn’t leap all that much with the whack. It certainly stung her, though, and that led Naruto to beat the second cheek, with an upward flourish to catch the meatiest part just above the thigh. It wasn’t a controlled hiss this time; Karui gave a sharp gasp that sounded borne of elation.
He went through it a few times, smacking her ass until even her ebony skin was showing a pink bruising. Ahead, her teeth had sunk deep in her bottom lip, her face drawn in a dazed-over look like she’d had too much to drink, with her eyes crossed and unevenly lidded.
“K-Karui,” she heard a voice and came back to herself. “Karui! Are you okay?!” Choji ambled forward and clasped at her hands for emotional support.
“Of course!” she threw back at him, pulling out of his clutch. She then hunkered down on the table with her fists balled up and her attention on one side of the room. “He just surprised me a little.”
And he must have surprised her again – And he did – when he switched to tenderness, groping her ass now, full-handed pinches against the sore spots before ushering between her parted thighs, grinding his thumb to her crotch, noticing instantly that the terrain was different than Ino’s; familiar to his wife’s. He traced the line of wet heat, up and down to acknowledge her dormant clit – which she refuted with a slight kick of her rump – and then tested further to see her reaction of attention to her other hole. She was not as explosive as she was to his clit-rubbing, though she did give a warning glare that he was on thin ice caressing there.
As if he was to assent her boundaries. He decided to challenge her and affront that little hole of hers. She bucked, cursed hard at him, and wagged her butt to dissuade him. He let up, but snickered to himself, which only worsened her mood.
“So what?!” She pivoted on him, now having the space to stand up and confront him face to face. Her clothes hung loosely on her shoulders; she wasn’t wearing a bra because her breasts had not grown so much since Chocho was born, but they were still appropriately covered by the two sides. She had a strong guise for the unmistakable uncertainty twinkling in her eye. Her hands were on the desk’s edge, gripping tight. Briefly, she regarded his erection flexing between them like she had expected it had gone away. “Am I just gonna stand here and let you do what you want until you’re bored?”
“Yeah,” agreed a desperately helpless Choji, backing his wife, pumping his fists with a hard sweat covering his plump face.
Naruto ignored him and said to her, “The punishment is finished when we finish.” He laughed nervously like some kid admitting his feelings to a crush.
“And that’s it?” she speculated warily to earn a nod from Naruto. There seemed to be more to it than that. “Promise?” she pursued.
Naruto promised with a sudden, rather passionate kiss, getting a muffled exclamation out of her and a whimper from Choji. Naruto clasped the back of her neck tenderly, keeping her stable when her knees wobbled as he kissed down her throat. She swore venomously at him, yet made no movement to stop him as he opened her clothes to search her breasts with his eyes and hands. They fit in his palms; small things for a mom. Even so, he played with her pert nipples, stroking them with his thumbs and then pinching and pulling at them until her eyes admonished him. But she was in no position to set his vices, and he swept his mouth over one, his eyes big and innocent as they turned up to her as he suckled.
“You,” she seethed, her voice trembling, “you bastard! Ooo!” She was reprimanded with a hand shoving up between her legs, cupping her crotch, fingers treading across the wet spot growing along her panties.
Naruto seemed so nonchalant about it, darting his tongue across her darker brown nipple while working her panties down her thighs, bringing her pussy out to the open for his fingers to test directly. Her own hands had gone onto him, catching locks of his short, spiky hair in her fist or grabbing at his shoulders when he pumped two fingers inside of her to find her extraordinarily moist. Yes, as he traversed into her, he could presume that she was not a wanting wife and that Choji was up to the task of filling her.
His lips quirked into a smirk as they closed on her neglected nipple.
It would make things easier.
His hand rummaged against her mound, stroking through the fiery hair there, sending the mom in a fit of thrusting and agitation. “Dammit!” She yanked his hair, pulling him from her breast. “When are you going to stop playing around and do it?!”
“Heh.” Naruto stood upright, pulling his soaked fingers from her insides with a squelch. “I wanted to make sure you were ready, tebayo.”
Karui scowled, her cheeks lightly tinted and complexion glistening. “You think you have anything that I can’t handle?” She gave her meek husband a confident smile, and he felt his own confidence swell. Starting, it was nothing more than average, and Naruto was not vastly superior to that to begin with, but the Akimichi clan had the ability to make up for their shortcomings and rival the men of Kumo. “You’re too arrogant, even as Hokage.”
Naruto wasn’t daunted and simply said, “Okay,” before turning her around; resistant of her part, but she bowed forward under the pressure of his arm and let him move over her dress to present herself properly. “Just to get it over with,” she grumbled in defiance while opening her legs.
A matter of second later, she had him nuzzling there, gathering her essence on his tip to salve himself for the point of entry. She tried to keep her expression even, but her fingernails scraped the wood of the desk loudly and she gave a soft but potent grunt as he carefully plunged into her. His earlier busying with her cunt had made her tighten up a little expectantly, so she snagged on his girth some. Even so, she drew him deeper and deeper until she could flash a cocky smirk over her shoulder when he gave a sigh of pleasure. “How’s that, Hokage-sama?” she remarked snidely.
Yet for her baiting, he met her with his usual smile. “You’re really tight, Karui,” he said softly, almost appreciatively, but she hid her impulsive grin from him; not from Choji, whose lips tightened worriedly.
She lifted her butt slightly when Naruto bottomed out, his pelvis coming up underneath the swell of her rump. He was brushing up against her cervix, which was an accomplishment after years of Choji’s enhanced cock beating it back on her authority. This cock – and she wouldn’t admit it out loud – fit comfortably inside her, especially when arousal had the walls condensed around unyielding muscle. Naruto’s stalling, however, did begin to irk her. She was dripping around him like a faucet, and he just remained harbored comfortably. Maybe he was already close to cumming, so she could take advantage of that and wrest the moment from him, get him to cum quick, and then rush Choji home to finish the job.
She thrust back as if there was more of him to bury inside of her. Naruto faltered a little, but regained his composure by her second, forceful thrust. Instantly, he caught her before she could wind up again, sealing her hips in place and giving her ass a slap that echoed off the walls.
Choji cowed, his head ducking when his wife gave out a shuddering sound of pained pleasure. “Naruto,” he pleaded, “can’t you be a little gentler…?”
“Quiet!” Karui rebuked him at once, shooting him a glare. He was not to defend her when he was the one who brought her here for reprimanding in the first place! All the same, she arrogantly fought against Naruto’s stillness. “He-He’s not going to get the better of me!”
Naruto smiled fondly at her bravado, taking it as a sign that she was prepared for him. Ino was more delicate, but Karui had the blazing pride of the Kumo. And if there was some truth to be told, he felt this was retribution for the beating she touted over his head. Now was her turn to get the trouncing.
First, he held her down; that in itself caused a rippling shudder that could be felt inside her, clutching around him as she gave a womanly gasp to her subjugation. He tilted himself, flexing his power over her, igniting that primal desire of hers to be dominated. She struggled out of necessity until the cock pulled and then pushed back into her, riding along the sensitive ridges of her pussy, his balls impacting her clit as he hammered up to her cervix. “Shit!” she wheezed, shuddering vocally as he retracted, paused, and threw himself forward again, before she could brace herself. Again, she swore, turning her head down to the desk and hitting her fist down on it. And again! She hadn’t even caught her breath – “Hold on a second!” – when he began pumping vigorously into her. Sucking on her lips, she pressed against the desk beneath her, trying to chase his hips to bring them to a halt, but he swiftly stole the leverage from her, putting her arms straight at her sides, grabbed by his hands and held in place. It wasn’t the suppression that Choji lorded over her with his wide bulk; it was power, muscle keeping her down and in control. She was his to fuck, not the other way around. And the sooner she learned and accepted that, the sooner he relaxed his grip, though not before a few gratuitous thrusts of his own accord.
She softened the blows as best as she could when he returned one of her arms – The other was twisted behind her back like a warning – but it soon became apparent that Naruto’s endeavors were not simple back-and-forth motions. He gyrated his hips, catching her off guard on particular angles that made her swoon. And the hand that guided her hips snuck around to pester her open pussy again, nimble, slender fingers as opposed to the greedy and thick ones she was used to. He strummed her clit, knowing how to coddle and agitate it to make her entire body jolt and buckle. To her astonishment, she felt the accumulation of pleasure knotting in her lower belly. If he didn’t let up soon, she’d burst! She bit her lip, preparing for and lamenting what she might scream when he made her cum.
He let up.
He stopped with merciless ease, unplugging her and leaving a vacuum within her clutching tunnel. The path to her womb condensed with a wall of vivid pink, though Naruto’s thumbs did pry her open for his gazing amusement.
Naruto could not see the look on her face, thank goodness; she couldn’t bear to show such weakness and disappointment and longing as she gasped heavily. Choking back a sob of need, she furrowed her face, glaring forward, not seeing her husband with his hands folded reservedly at his waist with the lump protruding at the front of his shorts. “What?” she said, sharpening her tone as she turned to him. “Are you about to cum? Then do it and get it over with!”
It was punishment enough to leave her like this.
But Naruto wasn’t done.
He crossed his fingers in front of him in a familiar symbol.
Not by a long shot…
Poof-Poof-Poof!
Four Narutos, four Hokages, four cocks.
Karui’s eyes widened with sudden dread.
“I told you,” Naruto said, the obvious prime as his clones grinned or gawked or began to further undress, “it’s not until we’re all finished, tebayo.”
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“K-Kage Bunshin no Jutsu!” Choji roared, making the hand symbol, his Chakra raging around him while his wife demanded him to do it. But for all his effort, he failed and stood alone in the forest. “I-pant!-I can’t do it, Karui!”
“Then you’ll keep training!” she fumed, thrusting her fists downward. “Now try again!” And despite being worn down to the point of losing weight, her Choji never learned.
Dammit! She sneered at Choji as he collapsed on his back. She gnawed on her thumbnail. Am I really going to have to get in trouble every time I want good sex now?!
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