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Violate Me	By : t69 Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 3947 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Part 1
- 2-Part 2
- 3-Part 3
- 4-Part 4
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wickedone43 and Casselia: I'm sorry, but this story will not narrate what eventually happened between Shino and Ino. I might be able to write about it when I get some free time on my hands.

Sakura was annoyed.
She had masturbated six times already, and it was only around eleven o’clock! “Damn! Whenever I think about how to approach Kiba to apologize to him regarding what I saw, my mind replays what I saw! Argh! This is so frustrating,” she mumbled to herself. “This is honestly the most difficult apology I’ve ever had to make, not to mention the most physically demanding!”
She had finished with all of her in-patients for the morning and she had just one more at four o’clock that afternoon so she was now busying herself in the out-patient sector. She figured that keeping herself busy would decrease the number of “attacks” that she had. Right now, she had just finished attending to a genin who had suffered from a Colles’ fracture while playing with her friends. Thankfully, it did not affect the epiphyseal region. She was just about finished writing the child’s clinical abstract when a familiar voice called for her.
“Hey, Sakura, can you help us a bit?”
‘It’s Tenten,’ Sakura mentally declared. She had just then finished the previous patient’s abstract and let eyes left the paper to search for the source of the voice. She gasped. It was indeed Tenten, but it was not her but the man with his arm draped around the kunoichi for support that elicited the gasp.
“Kiba…” Sakura muttered, blushing a bit as the pair approached her table. She shook her head a bit and did a quick ocular inspection of the two. “Ah, there it is,” Sakura thought as her eyes found a bloody tear on the left inner aspect of the man’s black pants.
“So, what happened?” Sakura asked as she got a new sheet of paper from one the desk’s second drawer to write another abstract, already having a faint idea in her head but asking anyway for confirmation. The two proceeded to sit on the chairs in front of the consultation desk. She was well aware that most, if not all, of the females (as well as some of the “males”) in the sector were either discreetly or openly trying to catch a glimpse of her stud of a patient who looked simply delicious in his trademark, tight-fitting mesh shirt and standard jōnin pants, his tanned skin glistening with a light film of sweat.
“I got careless,” the dog-nin answered in his deep, bass voice laced with a bit of pain and some embarrassment. Sakura couldn’t help but feel a light shudder.
“We were sparring and he got distracted when Akamaru suddenly let out a yelp because it fell into a nearby pool of water. I was wielding a scythe at the time and I managed to slice at his left inner thigh. Apparently, the wound was pretty deep and I had severely damaged his thigh muscles. I think I injured an artery or two as well. I did some simple healing techniques, but you know I’m not very good with them, right? I did manage to slow down the bleeding a bit. I decided to rush him here afterwards after I instructed Akamaru to wait for Kiba in his apartment,” Tenten narrated. “By the way, did you know that Kiba specifically asked for you?”
Sakura became flustered and asked why. The hunky shinobi replied, “Because you’re the best one in Konoha, other than Tsunade-sama of course. You’re so good that the wounds you heal rarely even leave scars!” He, then, flashed her one of his award-winning smiles. Sakura found herself a little disappointed with Kiba’s response, but felt herself melt nonetheless because of his praise. She had not noticed that she had been staring at Kiba for quite some time until Tenten cleared her throat and addressed her.
“Well, I gotta go. Neji said that he wanted to talk to me about something before lunch. I’m really sorry, Kiba.” Tenten bowed towards the injured man.
“Nonsense! Sparring is sparring. Injuries are expected since the fighters go all out. Sparring half-heartedly in fear of hurting an opponent will only cause one's skills to dull. Don’t mind me. I’m sure Sakura will take good care of me.” Kiba smiled and gave Tenten a light pat on her back. With that, the kunoichi gave a small wave to Sakura and then was gone in a puff of smoke.
The Inuzuka then turned to Sakura. “Did you notice how she blushed when she spoke about Neji? Man, those two are just crazy about each other! I’m quite surprised they haven’t gotten hitched yet! I really thought they’d tie the knot once they turned eighteen. Hell, when Neji got revived after we won the war, she actually begged Tsunade-sama to forego the rules and let them get married right then and there!”
“You really trust me that much, huh?” Sakura muttered with a bit of guilt seeping into her voice, not really hearing everything her companion had just rambled about.
Kiba was surprised by Sakura’s tone, but he didn’t question her and merely replied, “Of course I do!”
‘Would you still trust me if you found out I invaded you privacy big time, huh?’ she added mentally. She sighed and stood up. “Come on. Let’s go to one of the examination rooms so I can heal you.”
“Huh? Can’t you heal it here?” the dog-nin asked, genuinely curious.
“Well, I’ve got to see the full extent of the wound so that I don’t leave anything behind. You have to… uh… well, you have to remove your pants.” Sakura said, flushing a deep red and avoiding his gaze. She was now mentally slapping herself. She shouldn’t have pinned her bangs with that stupid sapphire-encrusted pin. Now she couldn’t even hide her blush from him.
“Oh, but I can just take them off here, right?” Kiba asked.
Sakura’s eyes widened and she turned her head sharply to meet his own black ones. She felt breaths hitch and the temperature rise a few notches. Kiba’s innocent statement had elicited quite a response from all “interested” parties in the sector. It was surely not every day that they would hear one of Konoha’s most sought-after men offer to take off his pants! The excitement that the remark caused was such that Sakura almost felt like she was being electrified on the spot. Unfortunately for the hopefuls, Inner Sakura was a rather greedy little existence.
‘Back off, busters! Mr. Foot-Long Cannon is mine, you hear me!? Mine!’ Inner Sakura screamed at the top of her imaginary lungs. She proceeded into a string of expletives while brandishing inappropriate hand gestures at all of the people openly giving the chiseled dog-nin a lustful gaze.
Thankfully, Sakura was able to behave with much more grace than her inner self and simply replied with a small smile, “Now, now, let’s try not to make the people too excited, Kiba. I don’t want my workload to increase because I’m certain that there’ll be quite a number of people who would faint, or worse suffer from infarctions or cerebrovascular accidents, if an attractive man such as yourself started stripping here.” Sakura felt a wave of killing intent directed at her as she popped many a dream bubble with her response. She simply passed the people a glance and they abruptly resumed with their activities; some still persisted in trying to catch a glimpse of Sakura’s hard-bodied patient. ‘Being the hokage’s apprentice certainly has its advantages,’ Sakura thought.
Kiba smiled a little and rubbed the back of his neck, “Well, if you say so. Let’s go. Which room will we go to?” The brown-haired jōnin attempted to stand, wincing a little as he did. Sakura was immediately beside his tall form and put his left arm over her shoulder to assist him. “Exam Room 3 is free,” one of her fellow medical-nin told her. She nodded at him and slowly guided the injured man to their destination.
Once inside the room, Sakura instructed Kiba to take his pants off before lying down on the provided bed with his legs a bit apart so that the inner aspect of his thighs were available for examination. She told him that she would go outside to get some materials and that she would be right back. The dog-nin simply nodded in understanding and grinned back. He was beginning to undo his belt when Sakura left the room.
Sakura’s fingers fumbled as she grabbed some cotton balls, antiseptics and broad-spectrum antibiotics for Kiba’s wound. She took deep breaths outside the door to calm her nerves. ‘Oh kami, what’s this feeling?’ she asked herself mentally. It couldn’t be anxiety, for it was defined as fear of approaching danger. What was there to fear with Kiba? Sure, he was very dangerous as a ninja, but he had no reason to attack her. Was it desire?
‘That’s a given, you idiot!’ Inner Sakura said, ‘But there is something else… I can’t quite put my finger on it.’ Giving up on figuring it out at the moment, Sakura twisted the knob and proceeded inside to address her patient’s concerns.
She had taken longer than Kiba expected, apparently, as the dog-nin had apparently dozed off while lying on the bed. The rise and fall of his muscular chest was slow and even. ‘Well, time to get this over with!’ Sakura thought as she approached the bed. Her vaginal walls clamped down hard and juices immediately started flowing at what she saw. Kiba was wearing one of those standard boxer briefs. However, he might as well have worn nothing at all because any person looking would have easily seen the outline of what lay beneath. Even flaccid, it appeared as if the underwear was barely able to contain Kiba’s massive organ, which was oriented to the man’s left side for it would have gone well beyond the waistband had it been oriented straight up. The man was literally bursting at the seams. ‘And he said he was willing to take off his pants outside! This guy’s got a lot of confidence! Well, he’s got something to flaunt, anyway…’ Sakura bit her lip as she tried to ignore the intense heat and need that gnawed at her nether regions. She applied bit of antiseptic to a few cotton balls and began cleaning the wound. It was a common misconception among other people that such steps were not required when healing using chakra. ‘Of course you wouldn’t close a wound with bacteria still inside, right? You could have abscess formation, and then bacteremia and sepsis,’ she recalled her mentor teach her. Surprisingly, the dog-nin stayed asleep where most people would have at least been woken up by the slight stinging sensation produced by antiseptics. Once certain that the wound was clean she began to heal him.
She performed a short string of seals and allowed her hand to hover over the wound, picturing the anatomy in her mind and allowing her chakra to sew vessels, nerves, muscles and connective tissue. Being a woman of her caliber, she was done in practically seconds. Precisely when she had finished, she heard Kiba groan a little and opened her eyes. Her arousal increased tenfold and her juices were now flowing like a river between her thighs.
Kiba was getting an erection.
She watched in indescribable lust as the already impressive flaccid meat hardened into something worthy of worship before her very eyes. Originally oriented to the left, it slowly lengthened and thickened. Soon, the head peeked beyond the waistband and as it continued to grow and harden, it began orienting itself to the middle—the head pointing towards Kiba’s other head. In seconds, Kiba’s massive cock was in its full glory, infinitely hard, the tip of its head well beyond the owner’s navel. Sakura moaned lightly as she marveled at its beauty up close. She had, unbelievably, underestimated its dimensions, as it was three and an eighth inches thick and thirteen inches long. She marveled at the perfect form of the pinkish head and the smooth, soft-looking, blemish-free skin riddled with angry-looking veins. The corpus spongiosum and the bulbospongiosus at the underside of the monster were both very distinct, as she noted before, proof of the extreme hardness this cock possessed. Overcome by lust, Sakura made her decision and went to the door, sealing it and making it soundproof just like what she did earlier that day when she spoke to Ino.
Sakura approached the aroused but slumbering stud and promptly pulled down her pants and underwear. Not wanting to risk waking him up by stimulating him directly with her hand, she collected chakra in her hand and allowed it to hover over Kiba’s thirteen-inch cock. The sexy shinobi gasped at the sensation of a phantom hand touching his penis. Simultaneously, Sakura plunged three chakra-enhanced fingers of her left hand into her extremely wet canal and bit back a scream. She laced chakra into her hands because she had to do this quickly. It would be suspicious for her, one of the best healers, to stay with a patient for too long. She would have to do this in half an hour at the most…

Sakura knew she was close to having her third climax as the knot forming at her core was beginning to become unbearable. Her thumb began making fast circles around her swollen clit and her fingers picked up the pace. She would have been able to reach her orgasm quicker had her other hand been available to caress other erogenous zones in her body. Unfortunately, it was preoccupied with stroking Kiba’s over-a-foot-long dick at a brisk pace. ‘Unfortunately!? You know damn well that this is like winning the lottery, darling! You—’ Inner Sakura screeched, but it was abruptly cut short as Sakura’s mind went blank when her third orgasm crashed upon her. Sakura’s walls clamped hard on her fingers and her love juices began dripping onto the floor like a partially opened faucet. Her knees wobbled as it tried to support her weight; they failed, and Sakura yelped a little as her overheated nether lips came into contact with the cold pristine floor of the examination room.
While she was coming down from her peak, she heard Kiba moan deeply. Exhausted, Sakura slowly got up and saw that the man was thrusting his hips upward. Apparently, the loss of the phantom hand while she was slumped on the floor was the cause of this. She glanced lustfully at the large amount of pre-cum that had stained his abs and had flowed onto the sheets. She, then, glanced at the clock and mumbled to herself, “Damn! He still hasn’t ejaculated after twenty-three minutes even with a chakra-enhanced handjob!” It was a statement of both infinite awe at the sex god’s incredible stamina and control and concern about how long this was taking. Watching Kiba’s chiseled, god-like form thrusting, his abdominal area practically flooded and glistening with pre-cum had incited a new wave of heat in her, but she decided that she had time later to deal with her needs. ‘I… I want to see him cum,’ she admitted to herself, feeling guilty that she wasn’t doing this for his pleasure but for hers. Nonetheless, she laced chakra into both hands once more and placed both of them above the man’s massive, pulsating member. The Inuzuka gasped sharply but did not awaken, sweaty muscles flexing deliciously as she caressed him. Concentrating, Sakura moved both hands along the length of his cock at an incredible speed. When one hand was over the base, another was at the head. Sakura expected Kiba to ejaculate immediately, but once again, she was floored by the man’s amazing control.
It took six minutes of this crazy stimulation before she saw him start to show signs of an approaching orgasm. Just like last time, she saw muscle groups twitch, his breathing become extremely shallow and fast and his handsome face twist in pleasure. Mindless of the flowing river of juices between her thighs, she stared intensely at his thirteen-inch cannon as Kiba’s pelvis raised from the bed, the man grunting deeply in rapture. She watched as the distinct column at the underside of Kiba’s dick began pulsating powerfully, intent on driving his cum out of his body. A split-second later, the first rope of thick, white cum fired from the slit and hit the wall behind Kiba’s head with such force that Sakura thought she heard the tiles crack as it splattered messily. Around ten more shots erupted from the sex god’s pulsating pillar of flesh, all of them, amazingly, hitting the wall, albeit each shot with less force than the last one. Just like the last time, she felt her walls contract as she climaxed at the mere sight of this undeniably sexy ninja cum. Sakura panted, both from her orgasm and the immense effort she had to put in to make Kiba cum.
Sakura watched as Kiba’s muscles began to relax. She looked at his handsome face as a small smile of satisfaction appeared. She let her lips form a small smile as well. She let out one long sigh and proceeded to get some sterile pieces of cloth to wipe her messy crotch, ridding it of the sticky mess before pulling her panties and jeans up. She threw the pieces into the yellow bins specifically allotted for such materials. She proceeded to get more cloth to clean up Kiba’s mess. She intended to start with his dick and the wall and floor later. When she looked at him, she felt the smile on her face fade, her jaw drop and her walls clench.
‘He’s still hard as a diamond!’ Sakura mentally exclaimed, both in amazement and panic.
Not wanting to waste time, she quickly began cleaning up the enormous amount of cum that had splattered across his upper abs, chest, neck and face, blushing all the while as she did. She, then, went on to clean the wall and the floor. ‘Well surprise, surprise! The tiles did crack under the force of his cumshot!’ Inner Sakura whistled, impressed. ‘Imagine the pleasure of feeling the force of his cumshot hitting the deepest corners of your being when he ejaculates inside you!’ Sakura shuddered at her inner self’s vivid description.
“Okay, now what do I do?” Sakura muttered softly to as she washed her hands in the sink. The room was now free of all traces of her and Kiba’s… activities. She thought for a while and came up with an idea. Combing her hair with her hands and looking pleased at her reflection on the mirror, she walked to the door. Once there, she took one more look at the slumbering dog-nin. She felt lust rise in her again as she stared at his giant erection which was unbelievably still present. She also felt something else; that thing she couldn’t put her finger on. With a shaky breath she unsealed the door, went out quickly and resealed it once outside. She faced the ninja guarding the examination room and told him that the patient had suffered some blood loss and was asleep at the moment to recuperate. She instructed him not to let anyone disturb Kiba, not that anyone could, thanks to her seal, but she told the guard anyway.
She felt a lot of eyes on her, some in askance and some in envy. Shizune approached her a few moments after as Sakura returned to her table.
“That took quite some time, Sakura. What happened?” the older woman asked, her face unreadable.
“Kiba’s gracilis was severed completely. Parts of the semimebranosus, adductor longus, adductor magnus and sartorius were also damaged. The saphenous nerve was severed above its entry into the adductor hiatus and the nerve supply to the vastus medialis was nicked. The femoral artery and vein were also damaged. It’s a good thing that Tenten knows some basic healing techniques so she was able to stabilize the bleeding a little. Else, Kiba would have been in worse condition. Thank kami, it wasn’t a particularly deadly wound. At least not for someone of Kiba’s caliber,” Sakura reported to her senior.
“Oh my, Tenten did quite a number. Remind me not to get on her bad side. She really does live up to her reputation as Konoha’s Weapons Mistress, doesn’t she? Nonetheless, such an injury shouldn’t have taken someone of your caliber that long, right?” Shizune said with a small smile. Sakura, turning paranoid, wondered if her senior knew what had transpired, but before she could gather some clues whether Shizune did or did not, the older woman told Sakura that the younger medical-nin could take lunch as soon as she was finished writing Kiba’s clinical abstract. Sakura just nodded and went back to work.
As soon as she was finished, she gave a small wave to Shizune, who merely nodded, and she was on her way. She took a detour to the restroom, though, as the multitude of erotic images in her mind had awakened a different hunger than what the break was intended for. She now had two sets of incredibly hot scenes playing in her head, and she both liked it and hated it.

On her way back to the hospital after eating in Senbon, a rather famous and expensive restaurant which bragged its “fine dishes and sharp flavors,” similar to the weapon, Sakura crossed paths with a rather disheveled-looking Tenten. She smirked knowingly at the older kunoichi. She knew that Tenten and Neji did more than just talk during the two-hour gap between her two encounters with the kunoichi. The faint blush that was present on Tenten’s face indicated that she knew that Sakura knew, and so Sakura decided to spare Tenten further embarrassment by exercising brevity.
“Kiba left this in the training grounds,” Tenten said, handing Sakura the dog-nin’s black jacket. “I would’ve preferred to give it back to him personally but Neji and I need to, uh… talk some more. Would you be kind enough to hand it to him when you see him?”
“Oh, no problem, Tenten. He was still sleeping in the examination room when I left to eat. I’m pretty sure he’s still there.” Sakura replied. Tenten smiled, bowed in gratitude and began doing hand seals.
“Oh, and enjoy your long, hard and passionate talk with Neji, okay?” Sakura added with a smirk before leaping onto the rooftops. Tenten cursed, blushing intensely, as her fingers fumbled because of Sakura’s comment. Huffing, she did the seals again and was gone in a puff of smoke, reappearing into a very naked and aroused Hyūga prodigy’s arms.

Once back in the out-patient sector, she waved at Shizune just to let her know that she was back, and then headed for Exam Room 3. She unsealed the door and went in quickly. She saw him, in silent disappointment, with his pants already on and sitting at the edge of the bed. He looked up and smiled before standing up and approaching her.
“You’re not feeling dizzy or anything?” Sakura asked.
“Nope, I feel as good as new. You healed the wound perfectly! That very nice dream I had while resting certainly helped me too,” Kiba replied with a grin.
Sakura blushed slightly and handed him his jacket. “I met Tenten after eating lunch and she asked me to give this to you since she and Neji had to talk.”
“Talk? Yeah right. I’ve no doubt they’re screwing each other into oblivion right now,” the Inuzuka said with a smirk while putting on his jacket.
“Anyway, since you’re all healed up and good to go, let’s head outside,” Sakura said with a smile. Kiba nodded and followed her out the door. Once outside, Sakura faced him and advised him to be more careful in the future.
“Alright, then. I’ll see you when I see you!” Sakura said cheerfully. In a blur of movement, she suddenly found herself enveloped by warmth, her slender body molded perfectly against a solid wall of muscle.
Kiba was hugging her.
She smelt him, a heavenly combination of an expensive men’s fragrance, an earthy odor and a musky, masculine scent. She found herself closing her eyes and hugging him back, her arms finding their way onto the muscular planes of his broad back. ‘There’s that feeling again…’ Sakura acknowledged in her mind.
The loss of warmth as Kiba pulled away caused a small pout to appear on her lips. “Thanks a lot, Sakura! I’ll be going now. Take care, okay?” he said, apparently oblivious of the longing that he had incited in the medical-nin. He gave her a quick peck on the cheek, which made her blush uncontrollably, and then turned around to walk to the exit.
As if remembering something, he stopped abruptly, turned around and dashed back to her. “I know! Let’s eat dinner later! My treat! Think of it as a sign of thanks. Don’t you dare say no!” the dog-nin told her.
Sakura was stunned and didn’t know how to respond. After a few moments, she merely nodded, coaxed by her inner self and Kiba’s expectant look.
“Okay, then, it’s settled! You get off at around five o’clock, right? Rest a little and let’s meet at 7:00 PM at the lobby of The Katana, okay? You don’t need to change. You already look gorgeous in what you have now. See ya later, babe!” Kiba gushed as he jogged out of the hospital.
She stared at his broad back for a few moments and proceeded to sit at her desk in a daze. Did she just agree to go on a date with one of Konoha’s most eligible bachelors? ‘No,’ she thought, ‘it’s just for thanking me.’ Sakura sensed a wave of guilt come over her as she thought of how she had practically violated him not once, but twice. It was also at that time that she was able to put a name on what she had been feeling.
‘It’s longing, isn’t it?’ Inner Sakura voiced it out for her, more serious than she had ever thought her inner self was ever capable of being. ‘You long for him. You like him, right?’
“I… I suppose I do,” Sakura muttered. “No. I know I do,” she corrected, her declaration firmer than the first. “And because I do, I can’t keep him in the dark about what I’ve done. I’ll tell him tonight, and if he hates me for it, I’d accept it… But I really do hope… that he doesn’t…”

Author's Comments: The fourth and final part of the story will be posted in a few days' time. It will be the longest of the four parts and yes, it will be filled with... "smutty smut smut" as Lunar84 put it. 'til then!
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