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The Secret Technique	By : MathiasBlue Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 105768 -:- Recommendations : 17 -:- Currently Reading : 30
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“Hello” people speaking
‘Hello’ people thinking
“Hello” biiju talking
‘Hello’ biiju thinking
Chapter 13: Homecoming
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Mebuki tugged irritably at the shoulders of the flak jacket she was wearing.
An unfortunate part of being an Academy sensei, was that unlike the active-duty Shinobi, all members of the Academy staff were required to wear their standard-issue flak jacket. Her uniform now consisted of a pair of standard blue pants and a short sleeved blue shirt beneath the flak jacket that irritated her.
Having worn it for three years now, she would have thought that she would have gotten used to it. Unfortunately she had forgotten that when she had first gotten the damn thing, she had never gotten used to wearing it then either. It added a couple of extra inches of fabric to protect against kunai and shuriken but in the end was largely useless. The pouches on the front could be handy sometimes, but that was quite rare as it took a split second longer to contort your arm for the front pockets as opposed to the ones on your pants.
Giving it up as a bad job, Mebuki let the jacket go and continued to mark the summer assignments she had given her new class.
She had quickly gained a suspicion as to why the late Sandaime had requested that she take on that particular fifth year class, several years ago. He must have had the hope that she could reign Konohamaru in the same way she had Naruto. Unfortunately unlike Naruto, Mebuki couldn't threaten to withhold information on pleasing a woman. And Mebuki definitely wasn't willing to try and 'teach' Konohamaru like she had Naruto. For starters unlike Naruto, Konohamaru definitely had far too many eyes on him for her to even consider it jokingly. Thankfully the boy had graduated the year before and had been placed on the same team as his friends, Udon, a poor boy constantly getting colds and Moegi, a spunky little orangette, when she wasn't shy, who she had become quite fond of. She was however glad that the girl had stopped putting her hair up in those pigtails, and after having it cut, let it hang loose, or occasionally tying it up in low ponytails.
The second reason was rather simple.
For whatever reason she wasn't particularly attracted to other men these days. Before Naruto she had been able to window shop and appreciate a man's looks in the street. Now she would look, she would appreciate, but then she would start to compare them to Naruto and find them wanting.
'He has gorgeous blonde hair'. Though it's not quite as golden as Naruto's.
'He has an amazing smile'. Though it doesn't have the same warmth as Naruto's.
'He has a nice body'. I prefer my men to be a little more...slender. Like Naruto.
It was maddening. The past three years hadn't been too bad, but she wished that she could have met Naruto somewhere to be rid of the building frustration that had been growing. She slept with Kizashi regularly and though the sex was good, it just didn't have the same intensity. And sex with her husband had been awkward enough when they hadn't been trying for another child. When they kept on failing it really put a lot of pressure on them.
After the first year had passed and she still wasn't pregnant, she had waved it off, saying that it was only a matter of time. After the second year had passed she had started to grow worried. About halfway through the second year she and her husband had started to look into alternatives. They had attempted to impregnate her artificially using Kizashi's sperm, but it just wouldn't take. Thankfully they had quite a substantial amount of money, so they could keep on trying. They tried so many extra supplements designed to increase fertility only to face disappointment.
After multiple failures, Mebuki decided it was time to face the music and asked for a check-up.
It shouldn't have surprised her. Mebuki knew that though her ageing had slowed significantly, an aspect of the Uzumaki bloodline that allowed their lover to almost match their longevity. But it shouldn't have surprised her that her eggs would drop in quality. It was a simple fact of life. As you got older, getting pregnant got more and more difficult. However according to the Doctor, had Kizashi's sperm count been higher the chance of pregnancy would be significantly higher. As such a part of Mebuki couldn't help but feel blame for Kizashi. She knew it was wrong, but there it was.
Sighing, Mebuki shook her head as though to shake away the melancholy thoughts. Returning to reading the essay detailing the effects handseals had on techniques, Mebuki felt her eye-brow begin to twitch as she took in the several half-assed paragraphs. Checking the name on the essay, Mebuki groaned. The Nara of her class. She wished she had gotten that random miracle Nara that was energetic dammit. She hated having her lessons interrupted by snoring.
She marked him fairly however. Just because he irritated her, it was no reason to mess with his education. She grudgingly marked it quite highly, as while the essay was short and barely reached the minimum word requirement, it was in the end largely correct.
Putting her pen down after writing several short comments, Mebuki rubbed her hand, having felt an ache start to appear from the constant writing. Before she could pick the pen back up however a small timid knock sounded at the door. Looking up curiously Mebuki called out “Come in!”
Mebuki smiled when she saw a familiar ginger-haired girl that she had just been thinking about. “Moegi-chan? What brings you back here? I thought you were eager to get away from this place.” she teased her gently, hoping to relax her.
Unfortunately it didn't work. The petite orangette had stepped into the room fiddling with the hem of her purple vest, her seemingly permanent blush even more prominent than usual. She seemed to realise she was fidgeting so she forced herself to let the fabric go, only for her hand to reach up and fiddle with one of the ponytails resting on her shoulders.
“Moegi-chan, is there something wrong?” she asked gently as she stood from her chair, approaching the teen with the intent of guiding her to sit down.
She paused however as Moegi finally got the courage to speak. “Um, Sensei, I uh need to ask you about something?” she trailed off hesitantly with a question.
Leaning against one of the student tables Mebuki smiled at Moegi reassuringly. “I can't answer if you don't ask Moegi. You can ask me anything and I'll do my best to answer.” And she meant it. If she did manage to become pregnant again, she planned on seeking Moegi out as a babysitter if Sakura wasn't available. The girl was fiercely protective of her friends. Just like another orphan she knows...
Moegi began to speak up only to keep on stopping and shutting her mouth. Breathing in tremulously, Moegi smiled weakly at Mebuki. “Um, I'm sorry to bother you Sensei, but could I maybe ask you another time? I don't think I'm quite as ready to as I thought.” Moegi chuckled sheepishly tugging on one of her ponytails.
Intrigued and wanting to know more, Mebuki nonetheless nodded at her favourite from the last class. “That's fine Moegi. If I'm not here, you're welcome to come and ask me at my home.”
Slumping in relief Moegi smiled up at her gratefully. “Thanks Sensei.” Rubbing the back of her neck she spoke sheepishly. “I really thought I could talk about it today, but I guess I got ahead of myself huh?” Shrugging Moegi began to walk out of the room. “Either way it was nice seeing you again Sensei. It shouldn't take me long to try again. See you soon Sensei!” And with that the oragette left the room, most likely heading off to meet with her team.
Moving back to the desk in the Academy class-room, Mebuki looked down at the sizeable pile of essays she still had left and let out a tired groan. It was irritating to know that despite having close to thirty students in her class, only nine would probably pass, or maybe as few as three. The rest would either find a civilian career or agree to serve in the general forces that formed the backbone of the village but inevitably fell into anonymity.
Rubbing her temples tiredly, Mebuki scooped the various papers up into her arms and decided that she would finish them off later at home. Walking out of the class-room Mebuki locked the door behind her and began to slowly walk home. Without the work to distract her, she couldn't help but think of something she had been putting off.
She and Kizashi had gone to the hospital the two days earlier to look at potential sperm donors, deciding that perhaps another man's sperm might yield better results. But when they had been leafing through their profiles, Mebuki had begun to wonder if it was worth trying any more. Three years was a long time to hold out hope, and they already had a beautiful daughter who was so talented she regularly led surgeries in the hospital. Mebuki knew her husband would love any child she bore whether it was from a donor sample or him but did she really want to do it? It seemed so impersonal to simply let herself be impregnated with another man's spawn when all she had to make her choice was an impersonal medical profile.
Kizashi had left it up to her, telling her that in the end it was her choice if she wanted to keep trying. He had told her that he would support whatever decision she made, before leaving on one of the first missions he had been on in years. She knew he would be back before long, his genjutsu ability not quite good enough for dangerous missions.
Absently unlocking the front door of her home, Mebuki honestly wasn't sure. Of course she wanted to have another child, another little girl or maybe a boy running around the house would make it so much better. But she wasn't sure she could deal with even more disappointment. Every time she took a pregnancy test only to find out it hadn't taken once more was utterly crushing. It made her feel like a failure as a woman. If it happened again she wasn't sure she would be able to keep on trying.
Walking into the kitchen Mebuki put the kettle on to boil, to make herself a cup of tea. Leaning against the counter as she waited, she continued her musings.
She still felt a little amusement at the various things that Kizashi had convinced her to try in that first year. Some of the positions they had tried had been downright bizarre and she was sure that she was far more limber after they had tried them. He had tried every wives tale and myth said to improve fertility at least once, defending himself by saying such things had to start for some reason.
All she knew was that she couldn't kiss him on the lips after he tried that soup made using a Konoha Tiger's balls.
Making up a cup of tea, Mebuki blew on it gently to cool it down only to nearly spill it down her chest when the front door slammed open. Seeing Sakura run through past the kitchen door, Mebuki rolled her eyes and put her tea down. The house was a little closer to the Hokage tower so when a mission came up that required urgency, Sakura had left a mission kit in her old room there, as it would be quicker than going back to her apartment. “What is it this time?” she called as she started to flick through the essays she'd placed on the counter.
What Sakura called back nearly made her drop the cup she had raised to her lips again. “Naruto just got back but we've got to hurry, the Kazekage has been taken by the Akatsuki!”
Before Mebuki could say anything more, Sakura had run back out of the house, most likely headed for the gates of Konoha.
Slowly a small smile began to spread across Mebuki's face. So Naruto was back? “I wonder how you've grown Naruto.” she said wonderingly, before finally giving up on the essays as a job for the next day.
Leaving them on the kitchen counter, Mebuki walked across to the sitting room and sat down, resting her bare feet on the coffee table. Had her toy grown taller? Had he gotten stronger? Had he improved his skills in the bedroom and without? Had he found someone while he was away?
Did he still want her? Did he still think she was beautiful?
Huffing out a small breathy laugh Mebuki leaned her head back against the couch and stared up at the ceiling. Was she really that frustrated?
Feeling the rapid budding of his nipples and a wetness between her legs as she wondered if anything else had grown, told her yes, she really was that bored of sex with Kizashi. Taking her feet off the table, Mebuki pulled out one of the slender drawers, and pulled out a small portfolio she had been allowed to take away, containing donor profiles. If she was going to ignore her work, then she could at least try and make her decision.
Resuming her former sitting position with her feet up, Mebuki began to absently leaf through profiles, idly taking in the little facts and details.
High IQ? But did she really want to risk her child getting those fish lips?
Gorgeous hair. But the IQ was a little low.
She began to pick out little flaws that made her reluctant to choose them, every single one having something she didn't want. This was part of the reason why she knew she would have difficulty with this. She could probably ignore the flaws if she could meet these people and find out what they were actually like, but that was something she didn't want to do. She did not want to meet a man and say “I'm considering using your sperm to impregnate myself. What are your likes and dislikes?” No she had a decently high threshold for embarrassment but the was quite a bit beyond her limit.
Finally reaching the last profile in the portfolio, and took in the sight of a blonde man, a Yamananka judging by the pale skin and eyes. Staring at it for a moment, Mebuki began to absently imagine a small girl with golden blonde hair and gorgeous blue eyes the colour of the sea. Little chubby cheeks stretched by a toothy grin, reminiscent of Naruto's...
Eyes shooting wide open, Mebuki flipped the portfolio shut as she realised who she had imagined the donor to be. Could she really ask Naruto to do that? She knew him far more personally and knew that any child he conceived would be powerful. And given the healing abilities of his seed...perhaps that would increase her chances of conception.
Biting her lip and shuddering as her hand subconsciously brushed against her breast, Mebuki decided she had best think on it. She still had time.
But the idea that after three years of trying and failing may finally be at an end...
It wouldn't take Mebuki long to make her decision.
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Naruto rubbed his bare arm against his forehead irritably.
He had reported into Tsunade the moment he set foot in Konoha after briefly seeing Sakura for the first time in three years. He had fought alongside her like he'd never left against Kakashi and had been happy with the progress they had both shown.
He had been hoping to have the conversation that Sakura hinted they needed to have, and then go to see Mebuki-sensei. But then a message had arrived declaring that Gaara had been kidnapped. Naruto was glad that in the end they had managed to save his friend. He and Jiraiya had stopped by Suna on their journey and the changed Gaara was a man he was proud to call his friends. The fact the guy had a smoking hot older sister definitely helped.
They were staying in Suna for the night to recover before heading back to Konoha, all of them having been exhausted after the days events. Gaara had died and the only reason he was alive today was through Chiyo-sama's sacrifice. The irony of it made him want to laugh bitterly. A Jinchūriki saved through the power of human sacrifice. Shaking his head, Naruto did his best to put it out of his mind.
Standing at the open window of his room, Naruto sighed blissfully as the cool breeze cooled his bare upper-body. The desert was an exhaustingly hot place and though he knew the night would be freezing, Naruto savoured the cool sunset breeze that wafted in from the window.
Judging by the fact that he was still alive, Naruto was fairly sure that Inner's prediction had come true and as such he would live. Sakura had as a matter of fact treated him largely the same. Given that she hadn't taken advantage of the fact that their rooms were next door to each other to have the conversation, he supposed she wanted to wait.
But either way Naruto would be glad to get back to Konoha the next day for several reasons. He would finally get to see Mebuki-sensei again and find out if she would let them continue where they left off. Yoshino had asked him to come and see her when he finally returned to help her relieve her stress. And then there was something he had been looking forward to for years. Seven long years. He would finally get even with Tsume.
Developing the lynch-pin to his plan for revenge had been difficult with Jiraiya looking over his shoulder for the past three years. But finally just two months before he had finished his project and gathered what he'd need to put it into effect. He would wait for her to approach him and then he would strike, with her level of skill going after her directly would draw far too much attention. No the name of the plan was subtlety in this case.
Speaking of subtlety, Temari could use a couple of lessons in it. When he had arrived in Konoha he had met her and Shikamaru walking along one of the roads and had stopped to say hi. He had greeted them both warmly and had caught Temari eyeing him appreciatively, blatantly checking him out right next to the guy she was apparently seeing. He had looked her over himself before heading to meet Tsunade. The fan-wielder had traded in her off the shoulder purple kimono for an ankle length black one. Her face hadn't changed much, meaning she was still as beautiful as ever and her hair was still pulled up in four bunches.
Oddly enough despite the new kimono technically covering more, the figure hugging outfit revealed far more at the same time. When they had been running to Suna he had noticed how the slits along her legs would flare with every movement of her legs, revealing toned legs and smooth skin. When she had bowed her thanks to him for fighting so hard to save her brother, she had given him a fantastic view of her cleavage down the revealing neckline of her kimono.
He had been painfully hard for a little while but with the prospect of having Mebuki-sensei again soon, had managed to hold himself back from trying anything with the woman. He really, really wanted to show her his new trick using his chakra.
Thankfully the meeting with Sasori's spy wouldn't take place for about six weeks, meaning he could probably take some short term missions to pay for his apartment. Before he had left he had deposited enough money to make sure his apartment would still be his by the time he got back. He had left Sakura his keys so she could air the place out for him occasionally and get rid of the dust. He reminded himself to pay Tsunade when he got back. Before he had left the woman had hired a Genin team to give his apartment a thorough cleaning.
Finally feeling cool enough that he was actually comfortable, Naruto slid the window shut and slapped a pair of seals on either side of it. Just because he trusted Gaara, Kankurō and Temari, he would not put it past Akastsuki to be ballsy enough to try a second abduction of a different Jinchūriki visiting the village. The organisation seemed to be made up of nut-cases so he felt he was merely being prudently cautious and not paranoid.
Feeling a little safer, Naruto didn't bother removing his pants as he crawled into the bed. Hopefully he would finally get to see Mebuki-sensei the next day.
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Mebuki stared incredulously at some of the things a student had written on his essay.
Groaning Mebuki ran a hand through her hair. “Where the hell did he get the idea there's an elephant handseal?” she asked herself wonderingly.
“Wow. Not even the dumbest kid in my class got his handseals wrong. And if you remember we had some pretty dumb kids.” An unexpected voice answered her question.
Turning in her seat Mebuki smiled at the sight of her husband leaning against the sitting room door jamb. “I thought you'd be a little longer than that?” she said questioningly.
Kizashi laughed slightly. “Well the woman who hired us thought another family in the error was plotting to kill her. Nobles,” Kizashi rolled his eyes mockingly making Mebuki smirk. “Turns out the 'shadowy figure' she'd seen wearing the other family's symbol had been a young lad sneaking in to see her daughter. I think she only paid us because she wanted to save face.” Looking over Mebuki's shoulder he spotted a familiar portfolio on the coffee table behind the essay's she was reading.
“Any progress on making a decision?” he asked gently, as though he was afraid of spooking her.
Mebuki smiled up at him. “I need a little time still.” she answered evasively, not meeting his eyes. She had made her decision, and she would be using another man's seed. She doubted that the method of insemination she had decided on would be agreed with however. That is if Naruto agreed to help her.
Kizashi, unaware of his wife's plans, smiled down at her with understanding. “Take your time love. We've got plenty of it yet.” Standing up straight he continued. “I'm gonna head upstairs and turn in early. The mission may have been simple but the client made it far more tiring than it should have been.”
Now that he mentioned it, she could see the fatigue in his frame. Now that he wasn't using the door jamb to support himself, Kizashi was slumped and looked about ready to fall asleep. Smiling at him and nodding her understanding, Mebuki listened as Kizashi walked up the stairs, his tiredness making his tread far louder than normal. Reaching for her cup of tea, Mebuki frowned when she realised it had gotten cold since she had made it. Sighing Mebuki stood and stretched, the popping feeling going up her back telling her how long she had been hunched over the essay's. Picking up her cup she walked out of the sitting room, and into the kitchen, flicking the lights on as she did so.
Without the warm glow of the lamp in the sitting room it was apparent just how late it really was.
Putting the kettle on to boil, Mebuki was intrigued when she heard the front door click open. Reaching into a drawer on the kitchen counter, she wrapped her hand around the handle of a kunai, even as she called quietly, “Sakura?”
She wasn't expecting to hear a deeper but still familiar voice reply. “I like to think I'm more handsome than pretty these days.” Somebody familiar but different appeared in the doorway.
Mebuki let go of the kunai as she drank in the changes that time had wrought on Naruto. He was taller but only marginally broader, retaining a certain slenderness. His hair was a little longer but still a spiky mess and his eyes were still as blue as the ocean and sky. Unfortunately for Naruto his features still had a delicateness to them that made them closer to pretty than rugged. Shivering slightly, Mebuki felt her nipples harden and her pussy moisten in anticipation.
“I'm sorry sweetie but you're still a bishie.” she smiled slowly as she continued to take in his features.
She hadn't been the only one doing any inspecting.
To Naruto's surprise and pleasure, Mebuki didn't look like she had aged a day since he'd left. Her hair was still a dark blonde and the wrinkles that had faded with the application of his cum had remained gone. She still had the toned body of a Kunoichi and it still made him ache to bury himself inside of her. He laughed at her bishie comment, having long accepted he'd best get used to them. “It's good to see you Sensei.” he said softly, matching her volume subconsciously.
Crossing the room, Mebuki took his face in her hands and smiled up at him. “It's good to see you too Naruto. Now,” Mebuki clapped her hands softly. “We are going to sit down for something to drink and you are going to tell me about your trip.”
Despite the urge to bend his Sensei over and take her then and there, Naruto smiled as he was led into the sitting room and sat down at her urging. There was time enough for that stuff later.
“Just keep your voice down.” she warned him as she brought two cups of tea out from the kitchen. “Kizashi's upstairs trying to sleep.”
Taking the cup from her with a nod of thanks, Naruto began to tell her about his training trip.
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It was nearly midnight by the time Naruto's story started to wind down, having been interrupted many times by Mebuki asking questions, all of which he did his best to answer. Finally his story began to wind down with the recent mission to rescue the Kazekage.
Mebuki whistled lowly, impressed with the places he'd gone and the things he'd done. “Well I can certainly say you've had a far more eventful three years than I have.”
Naruto laughed sheepishly. “Yeah it's been a wild couple of years.” Leaning back in the couch Naruto pointed at her and prompted. “Now Sakura told me you've started working at the Academy. But how come you never sent me any pictures of your new kid. How am I meant to corrupt them if I don't even know what they look like.” When Mebuki didn't answer immediately and began to play with her cup, Naruto frowned. “What's wrong Sensei?”
Putting down the cup, Mebuki pulled her dressing gown tighter around her as though seeking comfort in it's softness. “We, um, we've had some difficulties.” she said sadly. “We tried for the past couple of years, so I went to the Doctor's for a check-up. It's harder to get pregnant as you get older Naruto-kun.” she shrugged simply. A frown quickly crossed her lips. “Though apparently if Kizashi's, well, seed was stronger apparently our chances would have been a lot higher. We, um,” Mebuki coughed a little embarrassedly. “We began to look into using a sperm donor, to see if it would work any better and well, that leads to something I want to ask you.”
Naruto had frowned sadly when he heard Mebuki explain the difficulties she had been experiencing in getting pregnant, but schooled his features and sat up attentively when she mentioned a question for him. “Go ahead Sensei.” he said putting down his cup on the coffee table.
“Um, well it's about your whisker marks.” Mebuki began, not noticing her dressing gown drift open to reveal the chemise she was wearing beneath. “Did you have them when you were born?” She'd rather not go through with her plan if it all just went to shit after the child was born.
Naruto actually began to look a little morose at the question. “No, no their not.” he muttered before sighing and explaining. “When I was like, three maybe four, I can't remember, I had to go to the hospital for a broken hand.” At her confused look, obviously wondering why because of his healing factor, Naruto shrugged. “I'd never really hurt myself beyond scrapes before that, so I didn't know about my healing thing. Well when I was waiting for the Doctor to come and see me, a nurse came in. She was part of the Aburame apparently, and had been waiting for me to come to the hospital for a while.” Naruto rolled his eyes. “Logic dictated it was inevitable after all. She had made up some kind of solution that she applied to a scalpel and used it to cut these,” he gestured at his face, “into my cheeks. It stained the skin when she cut it. To get rid of them I'd have to have a good chunk of my cheeks removed. Besides,” he grinned at her. “I've become kinda fond of them to be honest. Why?”
Mebuki didn't know why actually asking was so difficult. She had been interacting with Naruto sexually for nine years. Breathing in deeply she just decided to get it over with. “I want you to get me pregnant Naruto.”
Naruto stared. He stared some more. He pinched his arm hard enough to leave a bruise, only to discover that this was indeed real. “Um, why me?” he asked dumbly, even as his cock hardened rapidly in his pants.
Mebuki answered honestly. “Because I don't know any of the possible donors. I do know you and to be honest that makes me far more comfortable than any profile ever could.”
Naruto shifted uncomfortably in his seat as his libido shouted at him to shut up and fuck her. “Um how exactly do you want to do this? Do you want me to go to a clinic or...” Naruto trailed off hopefully as his cock twitched.
Feeling relieved and rather overjoyed, Mebuki smiled at Naruto and leaning across the gap between them on the couch, captured his lips in a kiss, forcing her tongue into his mouth. After a few moments of frantically wrestling his tongue with her own, Mebuki pulled away from Naruto and whispered “Follow me.” After saying that, Mebuki stood from the couch and began to head up the stairs, smiling when she heard Naruto scramble after her. Reaching her bedroom door, Mebuki looked back at Naruto and pressed her finger against her smiling lips, signalling for quiet. Turning back to the door, Mebuki gently twisted the door handle and eased it open. Seeing Kizashi fast asleep in the middle of the bed, Mebuki gently slipped off her dressing gown, revealing a light pink chemise, before running through a familiar set of handseals and creeping into the room.
Staring at the pair of satin looking panties covering the swell of Mebuki's ass when her chemise raised slightly with every step, Naruto let his jacket slip to the floor, quickly followed by his shirt. Kicking the clothes to the side of the doorway, Naruto held in the growl that wanted to escape as he saw her bend over to press her hands to Kizashi's head, revealing yet more of her ass. Undoing the button and zip of his pants, Naruto gripped the hem of them and his boxers and let them fall to the floor.
Mebuki felt a thrill of superiority knowing that Naruto was so excited. Though given that she could feel moisture trickling down her thighs she couldn't throw any stones. The moment she stood up, she gasped as Naruto crossed the room quickly and wrapped his arms around her. She moaned as one hand groped at one of her breasts, brushing her nipple against his palm, while the other slid into her panties and instantly forced two fingers knuckle deep inside her. Neither of them was in the mood for slow foreplay it seemed, and with her goal so close to completion Mebuki wanted it now. Feeling Naruto's hot shaft rub against her ass as her hips started to rock with the movement of his fingers, Mebuki moaned delightedly. Other parts of Naruto had grown as well it seemed. Feeling him twitch against her ass Mebuki spoke up. “You're not cumming outside of my pussy tonight sweetie.” She ground her ass a little harder against him. “I want every last drop inside me.”
Groaning at her teasing and the words she had spoken, Naruto abandoned her breast and pussy, before falling to his knees, levelling his face with her ass. Pressing his face between her cheeks, Naruto moaned at the familiar scent of her arousal. Reaching up under Mebuki's chemise, Naruto grabbed the hem of her panties and pulled them down , revealing Mebuki's hot wet pussy topped with a trimmed thatch of blonde hair. Grabbing her ass-cheeks, Naruto forced them apart and speared his tongue into her snatch and growled at the taste of her honey on his tongue, feeling his cock throb angrily.
Slightly shocked at his aggressiveness, Mebuki was unprepared when Naruto started to wildly lash her insides with his tongue, making her fall forward and just barely catch herself before she head-butted her husband. She moaned as she felt Kizashi breathe out against her, staring down at her sleeping husbands face as Naruto ate her out, devouring every drop of her honey as soon as it was made.
Every shudder that racked Mebuki's body made Naruto want to simply stand up and force his dick inside her pussy, and then pound her into a puddle of orgasmic goo. Feeling Mebuki start to clench around his tongue, Naruto stroked his fingers along Mebuki's pussy before starting to rub at her clit vigorously.
Mebuki shrieked her release in Kizashi's face, feeling her legs struggle to hold her up as she humped her ass against Naruto's face wildly, enjoying the intensity of her orgasm. She shuddered slightly as Naruto pulled his tongue out of her, only to moan in anticipation as the blunt head of Naruto's cock began to rub along her outer lips, gathering up her honey. Whining slightly, she jerked her hips and tried to force Naruto's cock inside of her, desperately seeking the full feeling that Naruto's cock gave her.
Naruto stared with desire shining in his eyes at the sight of the tip of his cock pressed against his Sensei's entrance. Grinning he grabbed a hold of her hips and pulled her back onto his cock, groaning as her familiar wet tightness surrounded his cock in heat. He pressed forward slowly, letting out a long drawn out moan of satisfaction as her pussy rippled around him for every centimetre he pushed forward.
Mebuki gasped as she felt Naruto slowly start to fill her snatch with his manhood. Feeling a slight sting as her pussy stretched to accommodate his thickness, Mebuki mentally thanked Kami that his cum had healing properties otherwise she'd be far too stretched out. Gasping as she felt Naruto's balls finally come to rest against her thighs, Mebuki bowed her head and stared down at Kizashi's face accusingly. “Why can't you make me feel this good baka?!” Feeling Naruto pull out of her and thrust back in rapidly, Mebuki squeaked as she felt every ridge of his cock rub against her quivering walls, sending delicious friction through her body. Mebuki moaned and began to meet his thrusts with her hips, shivering delightedly as his hand reached around and started to pinch at her nipples. It wasn't long before she felt a coil inside of her start to tighten rapidly, approaching her climax far more quickly than she had before in the past three years. Just before she fell over the edge, she felt her toys hot breath against her ear. “I've got a new trick to show Sensei.” he panted.
Feeling Naruto start to concentrate his chakra, Mebuki screamed as her release thundered through her body, robbing her of constant thought. She shuddered as she felt Naruto continue to saw in and out of her clenching pussy, which desperately tried to milk his cock for his warm sticky seed.
Feeling Mebuki clench around his thrusting cock, Naruto grit his teeth and directed his chakra to his balls. Feeling her orgasm taper off as her squeezing lessened, Naruto growled as felt his release bubble up from his balls to shoot deep inside of her pussy. He grinned exultantly as Mebuki screamed again and utterly soaked his thighs with her release as she shuddered and jerked on his cock, milking him of every last drop of his cum. He shuddered as she fell to her knees before he could catch her, pulling herself off of his cock with a lewd popping sound. Looking down his cock hardened again as he saw their combined release trickle out of her pussy and drip onto the floor.
Mebuki panted harshly with her head in her arms as her surprising third orgasm tapered off. She didn't know exactly what Naruto had just done, but whatever it was she didn't really care. She just hoped he'd do it again. Looking up, Mebuki stared at her husbands sleeping face and was unsurprised when she felt a thrill of perversity run through her. “Naruto could you help me up sweetie?” However whatever Naruto had done, was probably best saved for when she wasn't standing. In the mellow after-glow of several orgasms her knees didn't really register as sore, but the next morning they'd probably smart a bit.
Naruto did as his Sensei asked, keeping his hands near her when she finally stood on shaky legs. He moaned when he felt her use him as support to stay standing, sandwiching his cock between them, but was overtaken by curiosity as Mebuki lifted her leg and grabbed her panties which had been dangling from her ankle. “Um Sensei what are you doing?” he asked as she draped her panties over Kizashi's face, laying them so the crotch covered his nose and the waist guarded his mouth, leaving his closed eyes on either side of the crotch.
“A husband should be there for the conception of their child, don't you think?” she smirked before climbing onto the bed on her hands and knees, her knees on either side of Kizashi's head facing his feet. “Come on sweetie, show Kizashi how to properly get a woman pregnant.”
Tilting his head to the side, Naruto shrugged and scrambled onto the bed behind his Sensei. Sex with his Sensei, was sex with his Sensei.
Feeling the bed shift as Naruto manoeuvred his way closer to her, Mebuki smiled and spoke with a sweet note in her voice, as she shook her ass at Naruto invitingly. “Fuck my slut-wife pussy sweetie! Fill me with your hot cum!”
Shuddering at the dark delight in her voice, Naruto pushed his cock into Mebuki's pussy once again, moaning as her slick walls once more accepted his cock into their embrace. Knowing she was more than ready for his cock now with the added slickness of his cum, Naruto snarled as he began to rapidly pound her over her sleeping husband, growling as he churned her already cum filled pussy with his rock hard cock.
Mebuki gasped as her toy thrust into her rapidly, making her tits jiggle rapidly as she held herself up over Kizashi, enjoying every slapping noise their wet flesh impacting created. Feeling his balls slap against her clit with every thrust, Mebuki shivered as each time the lightning it shot up her spine slowly became more and more intense. Bowing her head, Mebuki looked beneath her body with fascination as she stared at Naruto's balls swinging with his thrusts. Spotting a glimmering drip of fluid, Mebuki watched entranced as it quickly dripped onto Kizashi's panty-covered face, quickly followed by more and more as her climax approached.
Naruto once again began to direct chakra to his balls as his Sensei gasped for air as her fourth climax of the night hit her, making her squirt her release, soaking Kizashi's face and the top of his nightshirt with her honey. Feeling her start to waver as her arms slowly collapsed, Naruto wrapped his arms around Mebuki's waist and pulled her up so she was resting against his chest even as he continued to pound up into her pussy before he howled and began to fill up her pussy with his seed. Feeling her fill up rapidly, Naruto groaned as their mixed release escaped the seal of her pussy and seep over his cock and balls. Naruto did his best not to think about Kizashi and how his face was directly beneath his and Mebuki's joined groins.
Mebuki moaned weakly in Naruto's arms as the last orgasm of the night rolled along her nerves, feeling far too lethargic to do more than weakly jerk her hips as the lightning flashed through her. Feeling Naruto gently guide her to the side, so that they were lying on their sides beside Kizashi. Feeling Naruto slip out of her pussy as his member softened, Mebuki shuddered as she felt their mix release trickle along her thighs. Knowing that she had pumped a large amount of chakra into the sleep technique, Mebuki didn't kick up a fuss as she felt Naruto start to breathe deeply as he fell asleep. As her own eyes steadily started to droop closed, Mebuki smiled blissfully at the feeling of Naruto's hot cum in her pussy.
She hoped she had another daughter. A little blonde-haired, blue-eyed girl....
A/N: Um OK, I can honestly say I have no idea where the whole panties on the face thing came from. But meh, it's there now and it ain't gonna go away.
And as I'm sure many of you are glad to know, a certain Inuzuka matriarch will be getting her comeuppance next chapter, while her daughter will follow in a later chapter.
Oh yeah, I have decided to completely ignore the fact that the whiskers are indeed birthmarks. Got to be honest when I found out, I decided that I would completely ignore the fact. My story, my minor change in the large scheme of things. This won't change XD

Cheers!
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