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Claim Me	By : t69 Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 5720 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Prologue, Part 1
- 2-Prologue, Part 2
- 3-Part 1
- 4-Part 2
- 5-Part 3
- 6-Part 4
- 7-Part 5
- 8-Part 6
- 9-Part 7
- 10-Part 8
- 11-Part 9
- 12-Part 10
- 13-Part 11
- 14-Part 12
- 15-Part 13
- 16-Part 14
- 17-Part 15
- 18-Part 16
- 19-Part 17
- 20-Part 18
- 21-Part 19
- 22-Part 20
- 23-Part 21
- 24-Part 22
- 25-Part 23
- 26-Part 24
- 27-Part 25
- 28-Part 26
- 29-Part 27
- 30-Part 28
- 31-Part 29
- 32-Part 30
- 33-Part 31
- 34-Part 32
- 35-Part 33
- 36-Part 34
- 37-Part 35
- 38-Part 36
- 39-Epilogue
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"Do you want to go over the plan one more time?" Sakura asked as she pulled on the hemline of her deep blue, one-shoulder drape dress.
Inuzuka Kiba couldn't stop a soft chuckle from erupting from his lips. He pushed himself off the edge of the bed and went behind the lovely woman. He gently laid a hand on her bare shoulder. "Sakura, we've discussed the plan over a dozen times. We even went through combat tactics for the most far-fetched of enemies."
The brunette scowled at the man via the mirror. "Hey, a Yuki clan survivor with complete mastery of hyōton isn't that far-fetched, you know?" she replied as she put on a hooped silver earring.
The well-built shinobi shrugged. "Fine, but my point is this: we've done all that we can in terms of preparation," he said, "The only other thing we can do is hope that luck will be on our side." He moved forward, placing his body flush against the gorgeous woman's back as he embraced her tightly. He closed his eyes as he buried his nose in her hair.
The emerald-eyed ninja hummed at the contact. She allowed her hands to glide over the tall man's forearms.
For over a minute, neither said a word. They just stood there, relishing each other's proximity.
"Hey, mind the bun. I'll have to fix it all over again if you mess it up, you know?" the medical-nin joked as a couple of chunks of fake but luxuriant brown tresses sprung free from the pristine arrangement no thanks to the dog-nin's nuzzling.
"So what? You'd still be the most beautiful woman in the world." The hug became even tighter.
"Oh stop it," Sakura said, blushing, "There are far prettier girls out there."
The dog-nin turned his lover around so that she was facing him. He leaned forward so that his forehead touched hers. "Sakura, when this is over…" he trailed.
The medical-nin pulled her man into a brief but sensuous kiss. She, then, pulled away. "I know, I've… missed your touch," she admitted. She pretended to fix her hair in an attempt o hide the redness of her cheeks.
"That's n—"
"But for now, let's focus on finishing this thing."
Kiba looked at the kunoichi briefly and sighed. "Kai and Kyosuke are already downstairs," he mumbled, ambling back to the bed and jumping unceremoniously into it.
"Oh, you never did tell me what you found out earlier," the green-eyed kunoichi said, turning around and looking pointedly at the man lying supine on her mattress. She leaned on her dresser as she waited for a response.
The Inuzuka placed both hands behind his head. "Well, nothing we don't already know. Everything he's said is consistent. His fighting skills are quite good; not at par with a shinobi's taijutsu, but good nonetheless."
"So?"
"So he's either just a victim of coincidences or someone formidable," the brunet concluded. He looked at the exasperated look on his lover's face. He propped himself up with his elbows. "Listen, if this was anything less than an S-rank mission, I would've discounted the possibility of Kai being an enemy, but since this is an S-rank mission, it would mean we can be up against ninja skilled enough to downgrade their combat skills without it looking unnatural. It's just a very small chance, but given the importance of this mission, even a very small risk is worth exploring."
Sakura was taken aback. 'When did he become so… calculating?' She knew he had grown by leaps and bounds during the years, but she had never seen him put so much mental focus into anything. It was impressive, and for an intellectual such as herself, remarkably sexy.
"Well this is something new," the brunette said with a smile, "I've never seen you so wrapped up about details. I like it."
"I'm not overly obsessed with it," the hung jōnin, "You're the one who seems to be overly lax in specific aspects."
The hokage's apprentice scowled at the man's hinting. And she even complimented him! "Hey!" she spat out in reflex defiance but was quick to bite back the argument brewing at the tip of her tongue when she realized just what his statement implied. 'Does he know that I have some feelings for Kai and Kyosuke?' she thought, a sliver of guilt making its way into her subconscious.
"Anyway, I have to go," the onyx-eyed king said, seemingly oblivious at the woman's internal turmoil. He leapt forward and planted a kiss on his lover's lips.
"Where to?"
"Kyoko's asking for a quickie," the brown-haired stud said nonchalantly. He began for the door. Just as his hand touched the knob, he looked back, his face utterly serious. "Sakura," he called out, immediately catching the beautiful woman's attention, "When this is over, let's… talk."
One of Sakura's brows arched in askance but before she could voice out the inquiry, her hung lover was already gone.
"Talk?" the medical-nin repeated to herself. She recalled cutting off Kiba's words earlier. She thought he was about to mention something much more… sexual. "What could it be?"
'Maybe he's finally found out about your feelings for Kai and Kyosuke.'
The brunette stiffened.
'Relax,' her inner self said with a casual wave of a hand, 'He's already told you he's okay with stuff like that, right? Who knows? Maybe he was going to ask you if you wanted all three of them to tag-team you. Imagine, that's a total of almost thirty five inches of thick, hard cock filli—'
"Stop!" the green-eyed shinobi yelped as unbidden images flooded her head.
'Kami, teasing you is so much fun,' Inner Sakura commented snidely.

"Warm night, huh?"
Sakura fought the urge to punch a hole right through this particularly annoying man's midsection. He had been bugging her for a little over ten minutes now, trying to make small talk. She had rebuffed him time and again, but the man just didn't seem to get it. How a man could be so dense was beyond her. She expected Eiji to start with his usual teasing, but the older man seemed oddly on-edge.
It was one of those peculiar things about establishments like The Three Kings. Straight men actually visit from time to time to hook up with some girls, though these attempts usually end in failure. Of course, they rush out the moment they see the lights dim for the kings' performances. No man likes to be reminded just how lucky other men are in certain physical aspects. A few had already left, as the princes had begun performing already.
"The name's Masaru," said the raven-haired man before taking the seat next to the kunoichi, "What yours?" When she didn't reply, he looked at Eiji. "You, give her the most expensive drink you have. It's on me," he ordered brandishing his hands to display the multitude of rings adorning his fingers.
A brown brow arched. "But she already has a drink," the former king commented.
"You're getting paid to mix drinks, musclehead. Now do your job and zip it," the arrogant man spat.
Eiji's expression darkened, but chose not to fight back. He had learned to deal with such customers over the years.
"Hey, that was so not cool."
The familiar voice drew the medical-nin's attention as well as her suitor's.
Kyosuke walked up to the bar. As per usual, he was topless and his ripped torso had a light sheen of sweat from his recent activities. Tight leather pants rode low on his hips and his eleven-inch erection was in plain sight, poking out, pointing upwards and to the right. A generous amount of pre-cum leaked from the tip, dribbling onto his pants, but he didn't seem to mind; everyone else certainly didn't either.
Sakura steeled her nerves and brushed off the immense heat that surged from her core at the sight of such a delectable male specimen. She looked at the hard-bodied blond in mild disinterest, even openly looking at his enormous cock before looking forward and taking a sip from her earthquake.
The Golden King stood in front of Masaru, frowning. "Say you're sorry," he commanded.
"Huh?" the onyx-eyed man said.
"I said say you're sorry," the viridian-eyed man repeated, his voice uncharacteristically harsh. He inched the tiniest bit forward.
Masaru eyed the handsome man's imposing form warily and inwardly cursed. He looked at Eiji. "Fine! I'm sorry!" he spat before jumping off his seat.
The man didn't get far, though, as Kyosuke's hand shot forward and grasped his wrist tightly. "Ow! Hey!"
Emerald eyes narrowed. "I want you to mean it."
Fear gripped the raven-haired man unlike anything he had experienced before. Trembling, he looked at the amber-eyed bartender again. "I-I'm really sorry. It won't happen again. I promise." With that, Masaru looked up at the tall blond in front of him expectantly.
Instead of releasing his captive, however, the Golden King looked at the lovely brunette. "To her too," he muttered motioning in the woman's direction.
The kunoichi turned her head towards the two men. She had been intent on watching from her peripheral vision, but now that she was involved, she had no choice but to look.
"What for?" the ebony-eyed man inquired, genuinely puzzled.
"For being a stuck-up douchebag who just doesn't know when to quit even when he's been blatantly turned down a million times by a girl who has much more important things to do with her time than, well, repeatedly turn down a douchebag."
The brown-haired shinobi swiveled her bar stool and faced the two men. "Kyosuke, let him go. He doesn't have to apologize," she said with a sultry smile. "Eiji-san, go ahead and mix me the most expensive cocktail, just as he'd asked," she added. The drink was ready in a heartbeat.
The smile and a better view of the woman's creamy legs caused Kyosuke's cock to visibly throb. A large drop of pre-cum leaked from the tip causing interested parties to inwardly squeal. He eyed the smaller man with contempt, his grip loosening.
Masaru was about to say something witty when something splashed across his face. He cried out as the liquid stung his eyes. After wiping off as much as he could, he looked for the source and found the green-eyed woman holding an empty glass, the mouth directed towards him.
"That should be more than enough for annoying me and insulting my friend," the medical-nin said. "Now go, before I ask Kyosuke to beat you to a pulp. Oh, and no need to pay for the drink."
'Oh, that was snarky!' Inner Sakura said, snapping her fingers.
The raven-haired man cursed loudly and stalked off, snapping at some of the onlookers on his way to the exit. Meanwhile, the Golden King took the seat he had vacated.
Eiji clapped his hands together and faked a dreamy look at Kyosuke. "My hero!" he squealed in an irritating falsetto. The other bartenders chuckled.
"Aw, shut it, man," the well-built blond said with a grin. The two bumped fists before the former king returned to work. The current king, on the other hand, turned his attention to the lovely woman to his left. He rested his elbow on the counter, placed his chin atop his fist and stared. The women nearby licked their lips at the sight of his meaty biceps.
"What?" Sakura asked with a raised brow, noting the man's attention.
"What? Not even a thank-you kiss?" the tall stud asked with a small pout.
The brunette snorted and took another sip from her drink. "I didn't need your help."
"Really? Then what was that 'before I ask Kyosuke to beat you to a pulp' bit I heard?" the hung man countered.
The shinobi rolled her eyes. "You had already involved yourself, so I figured I'd just use you to get rid of him more quickly. I could've called any of the bouncers over, you know?"
The Golden King winked. "Oh, believe me, I'd let you use me all night long," he said suggestively.
The emerald-eyed jōnin's head was quickly filled with lewd images of herself and the well-endowed blond in the kinkiest of positions. Unlike earlier, she was unable to brush it off as easily. She managed to gather her wits in about a couple of seconds, silently hoping that Kyosuke had not noticed her brief, lust-filled reverie. "And you were one to talk earlier," she managed to utter despite the rapidly growing wetness between her legs.
"Hmm?" the addressed uttered in askance.
"You pounced on the guy on the grounds of not knowing when to quit when it's so obvious that the other party's not interested," the medical-nin explained.
"Didn't you say during our date a couple of nights back that you are interested in me?" Kyosuke challenged.
"That wasn't a date," Sakura countered, "And I didn't say anything like that. You inferred it."
The hung stud grinned. "And you said I was right."
The kunoichi replayed the scenario in her head. 'Damn, he's right. He's sharper than he lets on,' she thought, blaming her hormones for missing that particular detail. She crossed her arms and looked away. "Fine. I guess that just means I've changed my mind."
A golden brow rose. "So you're not interested in me anymore?" he clarified.
The shapely brunette shook her head.
"Not even a tiny bit?"
"No."
Without preamble, the hard-bodied entertainer rose from his seat. He unbuttoned his leather jeans, pulled the zipper down and yanked the whole thing until the black material pooled at his ankles. With surprising agility, he grabbed hold of one of the green-eyed ninja's hands and wrapped her fingers around his thick shaft.
"W-what—" the medical-nin began, her face turning beet-red. She tried to pull her hand away, but Kyosuke was as strong as his muscular physique suggested. She was so embarrassed with her situation that she almost considered augmenting her strength with chakra just to get away. However, she eventually decided against it, lest her cover be blown.
"Still nothing, Mikoto?" the gorgeous blond asked. His eleven-inch rod was so thick that the woman before him could not wrap a hand around it. In another burst of movement, he took her other hand and placed it on another segment of his shaft. Two hands were not nearly enough to cover his entire length. He began to masturbate, his own hands guiding the brunette's.
"S-stop!" Sakura pleaded weakly. Everybody was watching now. She almost felt sorry for the prince performing on stage. The Golden King had effortlessly stolen the spotlight from him.
"Do you really want me to, ah, stop?" the well-endowed blond asked in between deep moans as he maneuvered the brunette's hands up and down his massive cock.
The emerald-eyed stud's fuckstick was so hot, the kunoichi felt it would sear her hands. It was hard as steel yet covered in skin so soft and velvety. Her walls were twitching wildly from unbridled desire by now. 'This is so wrong!' she kept repeating in her mind, but her hormones were coursing through her veins like rage-filled venomous snakes.
"Cut it out already, Kyosuke," said a familiar voice.
The addressed person's hands slowed to a stop, much to the shinobi's open relief and hidden disappointment.
"Geez, I was just teasing her," the blond muttered as he looked past the woman in front of him to look at the speaker, "It looked like she was just about to give in too."
Kai approached the two. "Whatever, man. We have a performance in a little over half an hour. Are you sure you want to blow your load now and then fail to impress our audience later with a dry cumshot?"
The Golden King scoffed. "You know I'd still have plenty of cum even if I popped several times now," he countered, "But since you asked so nicely, fine… Next time, then."
The flushed shinobi looked back and saw that the blue-eyed king was behind her. She noted that he was focused elsewhere. She traced his gaze and found them on her hands. Kyosuke had already released her hands some time ago, it seemed, yet she was still gripping his manhood fiercely. Worse, she was subconsciously still pumping his rigid shaft! With a slight yelp, she let go of the gargantuan slab of rock-hard flesh. She saw the organ's owner give her a wink from the corner of her eye before pulling his pants up and going on his way.
The medical-nin grabbed what remained of her earthquake and downed it in one go.
"You okay?" Kai asked.
"Yeah, it was just a little—"
Sakura doubled over.
"Hey!" the raven-haired king exclaimed in worry. He wrapped an arm around the ailing woman.
"I-I'm…" the brown-haired shinobi whimpered, suddenly all too aware of Kai's body pressed against hers. His firm muscles felt absolutely divine. Her entire body was on fire. Every cell yearned for release. Her juices were flowing steadily from her nether region. Had she worn anything of a lighter shade, she would've looked like she had pissed herself. She looked at her glass and then towards the man beside her. 'Did he—' she thought, but was interrupted by another surge of overwhelming carnal hunger.
"You're warm. I think you have a fever," the azure-eyed stud muttered as he placed a hand on the woman's forehead, "I'll take you to a clin—"
"M-my room," the beautiful ninja found herself saying, "Take me to my room. I just n-need to rest."
"B-but—"
"Please, Kai."
The Silver King sighed. "Fine, but I'm calling a doctor over, okay?" he said. He assisted the green-eyed beauty, but her legs seemed so weak. With a heave, he scooped the woman up into his arms and carried her upstairs, drawing envious gazes from an innumerable number of people.
"Lucky bastard," Ren muttered as he watched the beautiful couple depart, "Right, Eiji-san?" The younger bartender swept his gaze towards his senior, who was mulling over an empty glass. "Er, what, she didn't leave a tip?" he asked.

Kyoko's eyes rolled into the back of her head as she reached her peak. Despite this, her ridiculously hung lover continued thrusting viciously in and out of her twitching pussy. The woman could do nothing but receive the insane amount of pleasure that her partner's body continued to deliver. His hard pecs and chiseled abs slid against her front. His mammoth rod of man-meat stretched her in all directions, and with every thrust, her stimulated her clit. Her orgasm went on and on. She felt as if a minute had passed but the contractions kept coming.
"You really like my big fucking cock in your pussy, huh?" Kiba grunted before nibbling on his wailing partner's neck.
All that the club owner could muster in response was a gurgling sound. Her hands pawed at the brunet's broad and sweaty back, desperately searching for something to hold on to lest she be swept away by the overwhelming sensations flooding her very being.
Twenty seconds passed, then another twenty, then yet another twenty, but the raven-haired woman's orgasm didn't even show signs of ceasing any time soon. She began to fear that her heart wouldn't be able to take it. The thought of dying from cardiac arrest from a never-ending orgasm pushed the writhing woman into action. She gathered as much of her scattered wits as she could. "S-slow down, J-Jin," she pleaded, forcing her eyes open and grasping at a chiseled forearm, "I-I don't t-think— Ah! I-I don't—"
If anything, her well-endowed lover pounded even harder, the tip of his gigantic erection reaching places within the onyx-eyed woman she never knew could be reached by a cock. She could not finish her plea, and immeasurable bliss continued to course through her body. 'Death by outrageously awesome sex,' she thought, ceasing all further efforts, 'Not a bad way to go.'
Just then, Kyoko felt the brown-haired hunk's muscles tighten. 'Finally, he's close,' she managed to form in her mind despite the unparalleled bliss coursing through every cell in her body, 'I just might live through this after all.'
Suddenly, the hung jōnin pushed himself off his partner. He swung himself around so that his head was at Kyoko's feet, keeping perfect rhythm and never missing a single beat. He grasped the older woman by the ankles and lifted, raising her legs and hips from the carpeted floor. He, himself, now assumed a squatting position. He looked past his shoulder as he continued to impale the woman mercilessly with his thirteen-inch pillar of flesh. "Go on! Watch me fill your pussy with my thick, hot cum!"
With much effort, the club owner opened her eyes looked at her own nether region. She had a perfect view of the Platinum King's tight and shapely rear as he plunged his enormous fuckstick in and out of her dripping hole. His heavy balls slapped hard against her clit while her nether lips clung to his thick rod with every thrust. Her juices began to flow down her torso to the gap between her ample breasts.
Kiba's thrusts became more and more desperate. Finally, the convulsing tightness around his rock-hard pipe was too much and he felt his loins pump mightily. He threw his head back and roared as his release descended upon him.
Kyoko watched in fascination as the man's perineum twitched repeatedly, the product of his loins traveling the through the entire length of his enormous shaft. Her lover had withdrawn his penis so that only the head remained within the confines of her love tunnel, as such, every breathtaking pulse was visible. She could almost trace every wave of cum as it traveled from his groin to the very tip of his cock. Volley after volley of hot spunk crashed against her quivering walls, searing her insides.
The hung stud's peak lasted almost a full thirty seconds. By the end of it, the rug beneath Kyoko was soaked through and through in cum. The raven-eyed hunk's man-juice had begun seeping even before the ten-second mark, but he continued pouring his seed into her relentlessly, the viscous fluid traveling down and pooling between the older woman's breasts until it could hold no more and flowed past her shoulders onto the carpet.
"Kami, you really are a fucking cum factory," the club owner muttered, panting.
The jōnin merely smirked and pulled his cockhead out of the woman's pussy, causing the cum-drenched organ to slap against his abs. He took a peek at the wall clock.
Kyoko was quick to trace his gaze and noted the time. "Oh, that's right. It's almost time for the kings' performances. Well, it's still a little under an hour before your turn, but I don't want my personal pleasures to get in the way of business, if you know what I mean."
The Inuzuka shrugged in response before walking into the bathroom for a quick rinse.
"Oh, and before I forget, do be a dear and fetch Kai upstairs. He's up in a few minutes, after all."
Kiba's brows knotted. "Why not get one of your bodyguards to do it?" he shouted through the noise created by the shower head as he doused his groin.
"All the bouncers and guards are currently busy, no thanks to you three. Crowd control has been quite difficult lately. I even had to hire a few more just to make sure the club stays safe and orderly," the older woman explained.
The raven-eyed ninja chuckled. He lathered himself up briefly with the expensive liquid soap before reaching for the shower head once more. "Fine," he said.
Kyoko smiled inwardly. She looked at the watch again. 'If he followed the schedule…' she silently mused.

Author's Notes: Quite the cliffhanger, is it not? Next chapter, that question that everyone's been asking will finally be answered: will Sakura/OC happen?
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