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Angel's Order	By : c0p13r Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 13047 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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            Konan faced the gang now prowling about with lust in their eyes. Unlike the pretty boys who had taken her first, this lot was unusual and close to demonic in attitude and appearance; Kisame was particularly intimidating with his powerful tail swaying behind him. The fangs and claws only added to the terrifying demeanor, yet Konan did not flinch. This demon quartet was no uglier or frightening than the despicable shinobi she’d encountered in her younger years.
            “Sasori,” Kakuzu’s deep voice rumbled amongst the tension-filled silence. His otherworldly eyes focused solely on the misshapen Akatsuki lumbering beyond the naked beauty. The puppet-man hardly gave an indication of hearing the demon. Tensing fingers could be heard crackling into a powerful fist underneath Kakuzu’s overlapping sleeves. He was not one to suffer another’s interference. “Did you intend to keep her sealed from me?” He had no concern for his peers. His eyes narrowed as he awaited an answer that would determine whether or not things would turn violent between him and Sasori of the Red Sand.
            Sasori paused for a moment before turning away. “You may have her,” he grumbled deeply, trudging along like a tortoise. Without turning, he noted that the Uchiha must’ve lost interest or was thoroughly sated and had already taken his leave. It mattered naught to Sasori, but he would likewise leave the cave and attend to his own affairs. “Deidara, let’s go.”
            “What?!” The blond artist had yet to do more than pull up his trousers whilst waiting for the angel to make her reappearance. “But Sasori no danna…!”
            “We’re leaving,” Sasori repeated while lumbering towards the exit. Deidara wanted to protest, but he knew that when his partner’s mind had been made up, it was hell trying to change it. Too much trouble, Deidara thought, though he vowed he’d get his hands on Konan once again in the near-future; just the two of them. Begrudgingly, he gathered his effects and trailed after Sasori, griping softly to his partner while sliding into his Akatsuki robes.
            Konan was not sorry to see the two of them depart, though that did leave her alone with the most hostile of the organization. Kisame in his shark form alone was daunting to her, his tail lashing and fangs gleaming. His trousers had been kept on, his shaft once again tucked away, but his impatience showed as a straining lump fighting the fabric of his pants.
            She could’ve guessed that Hidan chose to stay; he was insatiable with killing, so fucking was no different. Of course, he was hardly noticeable in the background with the line of demons in front of her. Of the four of them, White Zetsu seemed the most eager to get his grubby hands on her. His usual placid demeanor broke with a wide, gapped-toothed smile.
            Zetsu… Now that the mysterious abomination had split, Konan was curious about their genitalia. The white one maintained the twisted phallus that had already been introduced to her mouth; she still remembered the taste of the sweet nectar that was still oozing from the tip. Of those that stood before her, he certainly seemed the most anxious, almost salivating from the mere sight of her, though the expectations had him nearing completion without a single touch.
            The black Zetsu was either less modest than his counterpart, or his forged erection was naturally larger. His separated form was not particularly pleasing to the eye, as half of him was just a white mass of gnarled tumors heading down to create a left leg for him, his waist sporting several, downward spines. The clear separation of skin color was apparent by the root of his jutting, six-inch phallus, but a quarter-ways up, it became solid black.
            Of those sizing her up, Kakuzu was the only member who’d made no shedding of clothing. Dark and ominous, he stared at the paper woman, cogs and wheels turning meticulously in his head. He had neither humor nor patience; it was quite the miracle that he had not opted to attack Sasori after making him wait so long.
            His impatience, however, quickly boiled to the surface. Unwilling to take the time to saunter over to the naked woman, Kakuzu thrust out his right hand, lengthening it with the black tendrils running throughout his body. It was something that Konan could’ve easily avoided or countered, but there was really no point; should she have tested Kakuzu’s anger, things would turn far more brutal, and not just for her.
            She winced only slightly when he caught her by the throat and reeled her to him like a caught fish. When his sectioned arm came whole again, he kept Konan aloft above him. She held his wrist, but that was all; her stoic, angelic poise remained unaltered by Kakuzu’s infamous brutality.
            He would’ve preferred her to put up a fight, but Kakuzu knew the Rain’s angel was not so easily broken. A noise of discontent rumbled in the pit of his throat. “Konan,” he rumbled, “we shall see if you can remain so calm for much longer.”
            Konan hardened her stare against his. “An angel does not fear demons,” she told him.
            A slight tic in Kakuzu’s scowl alerted her to his inner anger, and an annoyed snarl vibrated softly behind his mask. “Not afraid? That’s fine. But the angel shall be defiled by this demon.” With his free hand, he reached up and tore his mouth-cover off, unleashing a lashing fury of black tentacles from his split maw.
            It was not a pleasant sight, but Konan found the moment even more disagreeable when Kakuzu lowered her to his eyelevel and assaulted her mouth. Living threads passed over her lips, piercing, cheeks, eyes, and nose; they even wriggled against her ear as if to slide in. Eventually, a good quantity of the threads wormed into her mouth, stretching her lips wide and also tangling with her tongue. She handled the strange texture of Zetsu’s cock in her mouth earlier, but to feel these thin tendrils – like the feelers of a wiry octopus – exploring her oral cavity and face was very unpleasant indeed.
            Despite her conviction, Konan roiled at the sensation and hoped that she would be soon passed to the next insatiable male. Kakuzu was notoriously greedy, though, and did not show any signs of willingly handing her off. She felt that she might vomit if his fibers continued to parry her uvula and tickle the back of her throat.
            While one hand kept latched onto her throat, the other rough palm glided across her curves, rounding to her backside to test the suppleness of her ass. He squeezed the tender mound before pulling it apart. It felt a little sore back there after Sasori’s beads were pushed up her tight hole, but Kakuzu’s fingertip was somewhat soothing as it caressed the abused anus. Being comfortable in his hold was not a good thing; she seethed and tried to pull away from his mouth tentacles.
            Noticing her discomfort, Kakuzu leered. “I wonder how it would taste to sup out your beating heart and add it to my collection,” he hissed while two threads neared her throat as if to plummet down and scour for her heart.
            Rescue came from an unlikely source, though it was not for her own benefit. “Oi, Kakuzu! Stop hoarding her like the greedy cocksucker you are!” Konan gasped a little, grateful to have a chance to breathe again when she was yanked backwards and against Hidan’s tough body. She felt his rigidness nestling in the inviting cleft of her backside; he voluntarily ground himself against her, sliding between the cheeks of her buttocks. In his right hand, she took particular note of the fact that he was brandishing his wicked, black pike. If he was to turn violent, Konan would have no choice but to respond…
            The Jashinist chortled at his partner, though taunting the century-old ninja was hardly a wise thing to do. “Remember what the ‘angel’ wants: we gotta play nice.” Still snickering, he forced the purple-haired beauty to twist her head enough for him to capture her lips in a deep and fierce kiss.
            It was less dislikeable as Kakuzu’s tentacles, but Hidan broke away much sooner, only after biting her lower lip to gain a droplet of blood for him to taste. She was discarded, and White Zetsu was more than willing to balance her; he had crept closer when Hidan first interfered, hoping that the Zombie Combo would ensue with one of their infamous squabbles.
            Cackling madly, raising his spike over his head, Hidan steeled himself. And then the pike came down, impaling his own foot. He gritted his teeth and swore at the pain, but nonetheless twisted his weapon about for good measure. Being immortal resulted in a great tolerance of self-inflicted pain; after being decapitated time and again, there really wasn’t any type of masochism he wasn’t willing to try. With blood flowing generously from his foot, he proceeded to form a familiar symbol around him with his lifeblood.
            In the meantime, with the possession of Konan, White Zetsu was making sure to tend to her alluring parts. He mauled her breasts, hefting them up, bouncing and squeezing them, complimenting her on their splendid shape, size and weight. The female corpses he’d molested and violated in the past certainly never had such tempting voluptuousness. A body of a living, beautiful, and – most importantly – willing woman certainly was a gift of immeasurable value. The patterns of breath and moans made the experience even more exciting for the spore man.
            “Konan-san, your skin is impeccable,” he complimented eerily before bending down low. From his smirking, gapped-toothed mouth, he stretched out his tongue and rolled it over her right nipple. “And delicious,” he added while lapping up the beads of sweat. She winced, as she was still a bit raw after Sasori equipped the nubs with strong clamps for a long while. A soft mewl left her throat when his lips surrounded the brown center and drew succulently on it. She felt his gapped teeth – which were surprisingly sharp – graze her vulnerable flesh as if to bite, but they never came down.
            “Despicable,” she uttered softly. White Zetsu took it as a compliment. His tongue drew patterns over her skin, down and away from her breast. He lifted her arm – which she would’ve preferred to have kept down – ducked his head underneath, and eagerly lapped at her underarm, flicking his tongue against the smooth and sensitive area. She seethed softly, repulsed by his keenness to her armpit.
            He would’ve continued for much longer were it not for Kakuzu’s impatience. The demon from the Waterfall Village came up next to the plantlike Akatsuki, surprising the freakish clone. He fell underneath Kakuzu’s unforgiving glare and was given one word of reproach: “Move.” With that, a blackened fist – harder than diamond – bashed into the cannibal’s chest, pitching him clear across the grotto to crumble in a misshapen, white heap; if he had been a normal human, that hit would’ve killed Zetsu from a collapsed ribcage. Kakuzu’s temper was the reason why only an immortal like Hidan was fit to be his partner, after all.
            Of course, there were more sharks lurking; the greatest of which made a move for Konan, despite how her current captor held her possessively. Shark jaws split wide in a devilish grin of fangs. “Kakuzu-san, do you plan to keep her to yourself?” Kisame’s caudal appendage lashed behind him, carrying a force that could shatter boulders with a single swat.
            “Kisame…” Kakuzu narrowed his eyes and secured his hold of Konan. “Don’t interfere.” He wasn’t one to make threats without the intention to back them up, and Kisame had to take this into consideration.
            Against a man with a dangerous temper and several lives, the shark-man couldn’t witlessly try his patience. Carnage was a delight – for both of them – but Konan’s payment was to stem these quarrels. More out of respect for her than Kakuzu, Kisame willingly conceded. “Be sure not to treat her too badly, Kakuzu-san.” There was dry humor in his tone. Nevertheless, he could wait patiently until it was finally his turn to dine. “There are still some of us who’ve yet to have a turn.”
            Now that the ‘Tailless Bijuu’ had backed down, Kakuzu could enjoy his prize. “Konan…” The angel turned her pretty face to him; though she remained stoic, she couldn’t help glancing wincingly at the tendrils wriggling outside his mouth. The stitches at the sides of his separated mouth seemed to be on the verge of popping with the quantity of withheld tentacles. Hopefully those loathsome things would not purge her mouth again, though she had resigned that she’d put up with it.
            “Bend over,” Kakuzu ordered her, taking a tight hand from her arm to sift underneath his robes. “Like the whore you are…”
            Hatred bubbled up within her, but Konan held her tongue. She could hear the fumbling of his belt and the small descent of clothing. Not long after, she felt a hot rod grazing the side of her thigh. Rather than let her eyes wander down to it, she moved her hand to capture Kakuzu’s rigid cock, grabbing it at the center and stroking up to the tip. No pre-cum could be detected; Kakuzu must’ve been more in control of his sex-drive than his temper. Even so, Konan encouragingly pumped the shaft, noting that it was quite long and thick compared to most of the other members.
            It had been such a long time since he felt the delicate touch of a woman exploring this part of him. Kakuzu had maybe once or twice – he didn’t care to keep count – forced a woman underneath his hips with the lure of money in the past six months, and he was sure to ruin those women, either by killing them or causing some severe injury. Konan, believing herself so high and mighty, would not be handled in such a careless and quick fashion; he intended to enjoy breaking a messenger from ‘God’.
            Having her fondling his cock felt nice in itself, but he had given her an order, and that was to bend over. With one hand holding the side of her distinguished hips, he pressed on her back and forced her to double over; not exactly a dignified stance to be propped up on her stretched out hand while her lifted ass was exposed, but Konan did not try to defy the man moving into position.
            She was so wet and slippery, but Kakuzu hadn’t expected any less after so many already had their way with her. That was fine. It meant that he wouldn’t really have to try to work himself all the way into her, though he was bigger than any of the others that she took in so far. The blunt head came against her entrance, and it only took a slight application of pressure to sink into her, but he held off on the urge. Before burrowing into her hole, Kakuzu decided to make an adjustment of his own. Starting at the tip, his cock began to change into a coal-black color. His skin and muscle both hardened like diamond at his groin until his erection became like a weapon jutting from his crotch.
            Then he applied both hands to either of her ass cheeks, his thumbs stretching out the moist lips of her sex to expose the tender pinkness within. Again, Konan disliked the feeling of being so exposed, but that was nothing compared to the shiver that crawled up her spine when she felt Kakuzu’s threads going to her sex to thoroughly expose her insides.
            The deeper he peered, he soon discovered the semen of previous sessions still puddle within her. The tentacles flourished against her vulnerable flesh, bestowing wisps of pleasure that she’d rather not enjoy as much as she did. Six – three on either side – pulled her apart to present her channel for Kakuzu, and he did not take another moment to glide into her.
            Konan winced when he speared her. The strength of his cock made it feel like she was being punctured by a warm, stone rod instead of a penis of flesh and blood. Involuntarily, she lifted her ass more in presentation, encouraging the Waterfall’s missing-nin to delve deeper into her saturated depths. Whether or not she wanted him to, though, Kakuzu had no intention of retreating. To make that fact clear, he grabbed Konan’s waist with bruising force and yanked her onto him, burying the rest of himself into her snatch and pounding against her tender cervical wall.
            For this sudden and immense pressure on her uterus, it was all Konan could do not to cry out. Her eyes widened, and her teeth clenched, but she only allowed a ragged grunt to escape her throat. Recoiling as Kakuzu dragged himself out of her, she was better prepared for the following thrust, making a softer groan than before as he assaulted her insides.
            Kakuzu grunted, pumping slowly and forcefully. At times, he heard Konan gasp and mewl in response to his hard shaft pushing so deep into her. “So the angel isn’t immune to the sin of devils,” he murmured. A hand stole away from her ass to grab onto her shoulder to heave her onto his cock during each thrust. With the three tendrils still stretching from his sleeve on this side to open up her pussy for him, four more lashed out when he held onto her shoulder, tangling around her throat to strangle her a little. It was harder to breathe, but at least Kakuzu wasn’t strangling her.
            There was a terrible growl behind her, as though Kakuzu was becoming infuriated for some reason. She wondered what could be irking him now, but she had a pretty good idea what it was when those already-hard thrusts became quicker and more violent. His hips slapped hard against her ass, resonating loudly as the cheeks rippled from the intense impact. With every thrust, he slammed hard against her cervix, denting it inward around his blunt end. It was like her stomach was lurching each time he returned to her insides.
            With the mightiest thrust thus far, his strength pushed Konan forward. She barely caught her face from hitting the ground, bracing on her elbows, but her breasts were now touching the cold, moist stone floor beneath her. Her stomach and lower were all flushed with the ground, and she was unable to pick herself up since Kakuzu continued his ruthless assault. Like this, Kakuzu felt her walls clamp down around him. He bent forward and resumed. The smoothness of his cloak slid against her back as he hovered over her, hands on either of her sides to hold himself up.
            Such undignified, squishy sounds coming from her… Kakuzu’s right hand swiftly came up, catching onto her throat and squeezing almost with the force to choke her. He dipped his head to put his mouth next to her ear. “You filthy slut,” he growled at her with all sincerity.
            Konan looked back at him, sweat matting some tresses of blue hair to her brow. “You…” She meant to rebuke him, but a hand came to hold her chin while also squeezing her cheeks to pucker her lips. She was turned to look forward.
            “Oi, oi. That cute, little mouth of yours should be put to better use, Konan-chan.” It was Hidan again, but now he was in his voodoo curse appearance. Black all over with white, skeletal markings decorating his body, amplifying the madness of his wide smile. Rather than move himself in front of her, he dragged her over to face him; he did not plan to scoot out from the Jashin symbol he had painted on the floor with his own blood. He had situated himself at a very convenient distance, as Konan was able to spread between Hidan and Kakuzu with room to spare. He knelt down low to align himself with her height on the floor.
            With his eager erection jutting so blatantly towards her face, Konan did not have to second guess what the masochist desired. Taking a hand off the ground – able to support herself for a little while on one elbow – she held the base of Hidan’s now-black cock and guided him to her lips. She latched onto the tip, tasting a vague flavor underneath the potency of his pre-cum. She did not dwell on which hole he previously had most chosen to shove his dick, and simply continued to suck, hoping to siphon out the last of his lust and gulp it down. It was a little difficult to slide him into her throat when Kakuzu’s steely grip still pinched her esophagus.
            Even if she was preoccupied, Kakuzu refused to let up on pounding her. He beat against the passage to her womb again and again, and there were a few instances when she believed he would force open her cervix and gain entrance to her uterus; he, thankfully, made no such attempts.
            There was something weird about her sensations, though. Since the beginning of this voluntary submission, Konan had been penetrated in all orifices at once, but she’d not felt this hot tingle centered at her clitoris before. Kakuzu certainly wasn’t doing anything to that region; his hand had slid from her neck down to her shoulder, and his tendrils remained only to keep her vaginal lips open for him, not venturing to toy with the nub at the crest of her impaled pussy.
            Stalling a whimper, she took her hand from Hidan’s cock to squeeze between her stomach and the floor to her messy snatch and discover just what it was that teased her so. There was nothing there, and when she began to pet her sensitive gem, it only added to the stimulation she was feeling. Probably quicker than ever before, she was heading for an orgasm.
            “Heh, so you’ve noticed it, huh?”
            Her gray eyes turned up to the voodoo man. He set a hand to the back of her head and brought her mouth down onto his cock. She grunted a little when her throat clogged with the erection; the tendrils still around her gullet tightened when her esophagus expanded with the prick. Her hips bucked when it felt like someone’s hot mouth was on her clitoris. Moving his hips back and forth, pounding himself in and out of her throat each time, Hidan began to explain in a strained voice, “This spell of mine shares pain with my opponents, remember? Whatever happens to me happens to the one I’m linked with! Kahahahaha!” He threw his head back and cackled, making the thrusts against her mouth harder until she squirmed and grunted from having her gag reflex so provoked.
            His voodoo worked with pleasure too? Konan did not know it could work like that, though considering his area of expertise in slaughtering, she wouldn’t think he’d ever use it this way. Perhaps it required some tweaking of his chakra… or perhaps she just shouldn’t ask these questions and go with the flow… …
            The more her throat was violated, the hotter her clit seemed to become, stoked with the flames of pleasure. She hoped to keep her noises down, but she was steadily moaning longer and harder into Hidan’s cock. She had long since grown accustomed to the feeling of Kakuzu beating his shaft within her with the grace of a hammer fall. Because of his haphazard thrusts, she often lunged forward accidentally and took Hidan deeper into her throat than she was comfortable with, though the Jashinist had no complaints. Whenever she jerked this violently, she felt the threads around her neck tighten and flex. Did he plan to suffocate her?
            “She really is a great fuck,” seethed Hidan while combing his fingers into her hair and holding on for leverage. He looked over at his dark partner; Kakuzu was far more enthralled with Konan’s body to regard his annoying cohort. “Angel or not, she’s a fuckin’ slut!” He delighted in the glower she shot up at him, and began pounding into her throat in defiance to her anger and pride.
            She had just gotten used to the violent, unsynchronized rhythm of the zombie duo when she was suddenly caught off guard again. She gasped into Hidan’s groin and tried to look back. At the pucker of her asshole, Kakuzu had sent his living threads to tease. The pointed tips dragged and tickled against the sensitive ring of muscle; often, one would wriggle at the center as if to invade. Taking in something so small wouldn’t be difficult at all after Sasori had stuffed her with those beads, but to feel those serpentine appendages floundering around within her ass…
            She had no choice but to tolerate it when Kakuzu finally did trespass through her anus. One thread wormed its way beyond with little resistance, and the other five soon followed. Half a dozen of Kakuzu’s stitching threads didn’t spread her out much, but having them wriggling about inside her back hole made her feel far more besmirched than she did when Sasori fitted her with his toys. Against his thrusting cock, she rocked and rolled her hips. Perhaps the most humiliating thing about having her asshole violated like this was the fact that it didn’t feel altogether unpleasant.
            With Kakuzu’s cock and threads aggressively abusing both of her holes, and with the oral stimulation shared between her and Hidan, her climax dawned quickly. Her throaty noise was muffled against Hidan’s penis when her pussy discharged her pleasure around the coal-black cock.
            Hidan’s own member was suffocating her when the orgasm threw her into a fit of squirming. She’d no choice but to disengage him, but as to not provoke his anger, she offered a hand to stroke his slippery length while she bowed her head until her brow touched the ground. Thanks to Hidan’s constant pleasure – of her own doing – their shared sensations only amplified her climax to cause a great, sticky mess at Kakuzu’s lap, drenching black cloth and red clouds.
            “Ah~… Kya~…” Effeminate sounds echoed from her throat while she shuddered through her orgasm. The squelching at her pussy became louder and messier; her muscles may have been squeezing him for all he was worth, but that hardly was enough to deter Kakuzu’s fearsome rhythm. He simply growled at the pleasure, but gave no other indication that he was about to join her in rapture.
            Hidan would’ve joined her instead if he’d not quickly thrown her off him with an echoing shout of exuberance. Lifting his quaking fists, he hunched over and yelled again, laughing in his demented way. “Fuck yeah! This fuckin’ whore really knows how to party!” he cheered. The pain of losing his impending orgasm only heightened his strange, masochistic joy.
            Underneath her own pleasure, Konan shared Hidan’s panging arousal, which spurred her to help Kakuzu resume his pace. She did her best to maneuver her hands to help him fuck her. Thrusting back onto Kakuzu’s pole was a task too difficult for even her in this state.
            It did not matter for long, though. Before her strength could utterly give out, Kakuzu yanked himself from her insides and retracted the threads from her anus and neck. Though their connection had been severed, the ruthless man kept his possessive hold of the paper angel. He pulled her with him when he switched their positions, rolling onto his back while carrying her lithe body atop. She took the initiative to line his impossibly-hard dick up with her quivering snatch, but he reprimanded her with a hard smack to her butt; the attacked cheek undulated slightly from the brutal swat. She flinched at the sharp pain, but it only seemed to egg on her arousal.
            “Look at me,” he ordered her in his deathly tone. The mass of threads hanging from his mouth moved like restless worms, his eyes intent as the right-hand lady of the Leader dropped her weary eyes on him. She did not have unwavering confidence like before; taking on all the members of Akatsuki had proved to be a trying endeavor, weakening her resolve. Breaking her was a bonus, but Kakuzu was satisfied enough just to use her.
            Reaching down and around her thighs, he took hold of his length to aim it. Konan obligingly bent forward on top of him, the brown tips of her breasts brushing against his chest as she presented her crotch. It was a beautiful sight to see her from behind, exposing herself so indecently and fully. Semen from various men painted the insides of her plump thighs. She swayed her hips a little, hoping to help Kakuzu meet his target. His tip brushed up against her soaked lips, and she instinctively began her descent.
            She did not get more than the head in before a steely grip held her in place. She looked to the heart-hunter for an explanation, but his hands made his intentions clear when they pulled apart the crevice of her backside to expose her second hole. “Put it in, Konan. You don’t want to try my patience,” he hissed. Tauntingly, his mouth-dangling threads flourished upwards and passed against Konan’s face with the grace of a serpent’s tongue. She turned a cheek to him and winced.
            Despite his humiliating treatment of her, she obeyed his command, reaching back for his cock – it was astonishingly hard – and carefully lining it up with the tender pucker of her asshole. Taking a man back there wasn’t exactly her favorite means of sex, but it was certainly better than feeling his tentacles invade that route.
            It had been a struggle when Sasori squeezed those five orbs through her anus, but it had certainly helped in the long run. Kakuzu may have been one of the larger men thus far, but her sphincter yielded quite smoothly and granted him passage. Konan still took her time sinking onto Kakuzu’s seven inches, experiencing each hot slide to the fullest as she filled her backside. Though it was unwanted and unneeded, Kakuzu lent his help, grabbing both supple cheeks for him to slide in between with more ease.
            Kakuzu breathed heavily. His hands did not remain on her waist for long after she had firmly fixated him between her cheeks. The calloused palms ran up her sides, admiring her flawless skin before he cupped both of her tits. The hard skin of his hands chaffed her delicate nipples, and when he began to ‘massage’ – if that was what you could call it – she grimaced at his roughness.
            She endured, even when his mouth tentacles coiled around the rigid nipples and tugged at them. Her back arched prominently, jutting out her backside so that Kakuzu’s length may pierce her easier. Soft grunts left her partially-opened mouth each time she pushed down on the pike of hard flesh and muscle.
            Kakuzu hardly made any show of sensation – good or bad – as though his nerve-endings had dulled or died with the great passage of his unnatural life. His cock remained solid inside of her, not giving so much as a twitch of excitement. It may have been because of the hardening technique he used, but Konan felt more like she was fucking a rigid corpse than a man. The only life he displayed was his hands and threads vehemently toyed with her breasts. He bounced them and plucked roughly at her nipples, sometimes tickling them with the precise ends of his detestable mouth fibers.
            Things were going relatively simple (considering the situation) for a short while, up until Konan felt a weight shove against her back and a greedy hand coming around her left side to lock onto her right breast, defiantly shoving Kakuzu’s mauling hand out of the way. The sudden presence startled Konan, but Hidan proved to have a knack for sneaking up on people when he wasn’t spouting a bunch of profanity or preaching the ways of Jashin to heathens.
            “Were you planning to leave me out, Kakuzu?” he snickered, pressing his sternum flush against Konan’s back so that his chin was resting on her shoulder. He was still in his voodoo form, but outside of his ceremonial circle; Konan was free from his voodoo effect. Even so, his lust was palpable. She felt his heart thumping maddeningly against her back while his cock twitched just as energetically against her rump. “Konan-chan’s too hot to be spoiled on an old fuck like you.”
            Kakuzu’s eyes narrowed on his grinning partner. The annoying bastard was up to something, and there was rarely a time when his mischief didn’t agitate the bounty hunter. “Hidan, what are you…?”
            “Guh…” Konan reacted before Kakuzu’s question was finished. Hidan’s motives were soon known when Kakuzu suddenly found the space around his cock much more crowded. It seemed that the Jashinist was far too partial to that area to simply surrender it to his bad-tempered partner. Hidan pressed the head of his rigid, black shaft against her occupied hole, forcing her to spread wider than she ever thought possible. If it wasn’t for Sasori’s anal beads, she would’ve torn or had just been completely unable to accept a second intrusion, but her ass had gained some temporary flexibility from the painful experiences.
            “Uhn…! Wait,” she gasped out, pushing a feeble hand back on Hidan’s pelvis to disengage him from her sore asshole. Of course, she wasn’t able to make much of an impact when her strength was already sapped and he was so intent. With great effort, he found some leeway to pry her anus further apart, testing the taut elasticity of her body to and beyond its limits. “No,” she wheezed. Hidan grunted for her to shut up her trap and resumed his path.
            It was no comfortable thing for the zombie duo either. Feeling another man rubbing up against their own penis made even Kakuzu wince, but when the space sheathing him tightened, he could not hold in the feral growl reverberating in his throat. “Hidan,” he snarled, “when this is over, I will kill you.”
            “Tch. Whatever.” Those threats had bounced off Hidan since he was first introduced to Kakuzu’s savage nature and had his skull dented inward by a diamond-hard punch. If he wasn’t able to kill him then, Hidan was confident that he never would. And a ferocious, ‘no holds barred’ quarrel after this was well-worth the cost of hearing the indomitable angel give those mewling sounds of helplessness and pleasure. His grin spread as he dug his fingers into her curvy waist and pulled himself tighter to her ass.
            Tears had been sealed away since after Yahiko met his fate, but Konan’s eyes were close to shedding a few in response to the sharp and consistent pain of her asshole being stretched out beyond what she ever thought possible. She did her very best to bear down on the two merciless men, but their combined girth was far too much. It was a miracle to her that the taut skin of her anus hadn’t ripped, but that did not mean that it didn’t hurt any less.
            However, with the resolve expected of Pain’s confidant, she fought her way through the intense anguish and forced her way down until Hidan’s pelvis was pressing against the cheeks of her ass. She gritted her teeth and breathed raggedly for a while, but she did not let her pain get the best of her and show. Now and then, her body convulsed. Anxiously, though he had no intention of evacuating her stuffed bowels, Hidan awaited the inevitable plea of mercy. It was tempting – so very tempting with this absurd discomfort – but Konan dignifiedly swallowed her protests and kept hold of her pride – whatever shred she could in, given these circumstances.
            The lack of sobbing was a bit of a letdown to Hidan, but he didn’t let that stop his fun. His moans came out more like elated growl when he began to shift and shuffle his way out and back into her. It stung each time, but Konan’s pain was slowly dulling. It didn’t exactly turn into pleasure – at least not the kind she was used to – but she became willing to accept the feeling more and more. At the very least, she was… ‘grateful’ that Hidan wasn’t charging at full speed like a stallion trying to win a race; he either must’ve had some sense of self-control, or the tightness simply prevented him from going buck-wild.
            Kakuzu hated Hidan. He tried to manipulate Konan’s hips to move at his pace, but Hidan threw off his rhythm. Killing Hidan after fucking Konan may have been close to impossible, but it’d be gratifying enough to deal some vicious carnage post-orgasm. Fed up with Hidan wedging his dick up Konan’s backside at random intervals, Kakuzu solidified his grip on her hips and yanked her down, impaling her fully on his cock. Even when his impulsive partner tried to protest, the heart-hunter continued to use his superior strength to use the woman as he wanted. He might not have been able to keep Hidan from intruding, but he could still control the woman.
            Well, Kakuzu could be a dick all he wanted, but Hidan’s fun wasn’t going to be spoiled because of it. Sure, Kakuzu could rock Konan back and forth at his own pace; Hidan hadn’t a problem moving at his own. While the demon moved her at a hard, but timed tempo, Hidan bashed his pelvis back and forth quicker. True, her tightness resisted such actions, but he enjoyed it nonetheless. “Damn, if I knew this was one of the perks of working for Akatsuki,” he panted, jabbing in deep and keeping his groin against Konan’s buttocks, “I would’ve joined up with you fuckers years ago!” Cackling, he fought against Kakuzu’s rhythm to shove and yank the tightly-stuffed ass on his prick.
            Konan jerked, arched, and staggered over Kakuzu, doing well at keeping herself aloft during Hidan’s assault in her bowels. She gasped often, but steeled herself against sobbing out with either pain or pleasure. Some solace could be taken in the fact that Kakuzu’s detestable tendrils had receded to dangle limply from his mouth. However, that did not mean all of his tentacles were not up to any mischief…
            The pointy, black threads crept out from underneath his sleeves, lashing around frantically. It took some time for the blind feelers to start inching along their path. Upon touching the moisture running down Konan’s thighs – which were still spread wide over Kakuzu’s waist – the tendrils headed upward to the source of where the abundant fluids were dripping. It was too late for Konan to react when she felt her pussy lips be pushed open; already, three of Kakuzu’s stitches were flourishing inside of her while two more stayed at her labia, keeping the slit pushed open.
            After having two cocks in her ass at the same time, three slender appendages crawling up her vagina should have hardly taken any effect on her. Still, the way they wormed and wagged this way and that… And soon, they were at her cervix. She could feel them lashing against the passage, blindly and energetically. Pulling away from the two madmen was impossible; she could do naught but gasp when one thread wriggled against and punctured her narrow cervix. It felt akin to an internal itch when it thrust on through the passage to her room and entered the sperm-enriched chamber.
            Konan couldn’t even describe the sensation of a palpable intruder in her womb. Semen was one thing, but this tendril was flailing against the walls of her uterus, churning Itachi’s and Sasori’s planted seeds in the process. It mixed revulsion and pleasure until she had no idea what to think. Driven by this new state of arousal, she began to move her body in accordance to Kakuzu’s thrusts; his was the dominant rhythm, and she wouldn’t even have had the strength to join Hidan’s thrusts. Two tempos; one ass…
            The nails of Konan’s hand dug into Kakuzu’s chest. Even through his robes, they bit hard, which only amplified his drive. Likewise, Hidan was elated when the hand still pushing back against his pelvis tightened to claw at his blackened skin. Seizing her wrist with one hand and bracing her shoulder with the other, the masochist began to drive harder and harder into her receptive body.
            “That’s right! C’mon!” cheered the silver-haired Jashinist. He had a big, toothy smile on his face while grunting and pounding his hips harder and harder to her backside. “Let’s give that tight ass of yours a real workout!” He acted quite sure that he would be able to carry on with this pace for a great while longer, but the truth of the matter was that he was reaching his limit. The tight orifice, the constant rush of adrenaline, and the alternating cadences against Kakuzu’s cock were about to make him cum.
            “Ahn…! Gah...” She could not stop herself from moaning and grunting now. With Kakuzu driving into her at his fierce tempo and Hidan’s cock moving like a chaotic piston, her insides were on fire. It had hurt before – excruciatingly so – but it had ebbed, and her tolerance converted it into some strange form of pleasure. Perspiration tickled her goose-bumped skin, running across her raw nipples or down her profusely-curved back and lower to where her ass was split by two men. Both surged in at once during a particularly deep thrust, bouncing her and causing her to hyperventilate. All the pressure on her vagina was quickly causing the build-up that would have her unleashing a torrent of rapture all over Kakuzu’s pelvis.
            “Mmph…!” The gasps were muffled underneath Hidan’s two fingers; he shoved them inside of her mouth, pressing down on her tongue. He snickered at her, but didn’t tease. His bated breath was sharp, pretty much like hers was – before his digits stifled her mouth. His left hand gripped her side as if in warning.
            The exhausted-yet-rapturous look Konan gave over her shoulder at him nearly triggered the release on its own. Damn it all, this would not be his last time fucking her! He swore it on his immortal soul that he’d pound this ass again, but he could not take it any longer. “Rrragh!!” With that mighty yell resonating in the cavern, he spilled his last efforts into the angel. No longer thrusting, he shoved as deep as he could – Kakuzu continue to pump her – and spat hot loads of his cum deep into her. He relinquished her shoulder in favor of palming her tits instead and squeezing them mercilessly, one after the other and then back again, until those magnificent globes were raw.
            The swelling and discharge of Hidan passed, and when it did, Kakuzu found more ease in ramming up into Konan’s hole. Hidan’s ‘enthusiasm’ had declined, yielding some space in Konan’s rectum. Ferocity returned to Kakuzu’s thrusts now that control was all his again. Konan yowled and grunted harshly as her butt beat down on the rigid dicks again. With Hidan’s essence slowly slipping out of her body, the slide of the penises was accompanied with sloshing and squishing sounds. She hadn’t thought it possible, but she was very near an orgasm. Two tentacles were now flourishing in her womb, and though it ached a little bit for her cervix to accompany a duo of them, the strangeness was elating.
            “Ah… Ah…” Konan’s eyes closed blissfully whilst awaiting the pleasurable reaction invoked by Kakuzu’s tool sloshing around in a pool of Hidan’s semen. The walls of her rectum were hot from the friction, stimulating and provoking her release. Her inner muscles squeezed, juicing whatever was left in Hidan’s cock and tightening on the tendrils in her pussy.
            Diamond-hardness may have given him resistance to the pleasure, but he could not last forever. His drawn-out growl sounded like defeat. After his hands had done most of the work, the heart-snatcher’s hips finally lifted, arching off the floor to ream Konan’s trounced hole with his last efforts.
            Then like a pistol, he came. He continued to thrust uninterrupted, but he was shooting his hot semen deep inside of her, with more force than any previous man had ever demonstrated to her before. She would later ponder if it was because of his diamond-hardness, but what mattered now was the intense feeling of his semen spreading throughout her insides, pasting white wherever the bursts landed until she was flooded with it. Not only were his spurts stronger, but there was much more to be spent than both of Hidan’s previously-deposited contributions combined; he’d been stockpiling much longer than the reasonably-handsome Jashinist – though women thought his foul mouth left something to be desired for his ‘charm’.
            Konan took deep breaths as the waves of ejaculation subsided. The semen seared her insides with foreign pleasure. So much had flooded her that it had already started to seep out between to pair of cocks stretching out her asshole. Several times, the expanded ring of muscle convulsed, her rectum still trying to expel the intruders.
            It was such a relief when they finally did pull themselves out; first Kakuzu, and then Hidan. Konan was about to sit up and dismount Kakuzu, but Hidan’s right hand kept her leaning forward. To her discomfort, he palmed her ass more and held her open so that he may peer into her gaping anus. Seething softly, cheeks lightly flushed from embarrassment, Konan looked back at him. She was numbingly sore back there, but it was worse to have his eyes shamelessly looking into her overly-fucked ass.
            “Nice view,” Hidan snickered, gazing at the white mess left within the paper angel’s back hole. Slowly, her outstretched sphincter began to close. A small amount had oozed out and trickled down her pussy lips and down her thighs. When she’d closed up, he picked himself up and moved to her front. He cupped her cheek, and with her too winded to protest, her gasping mouth was filled with his half-wilted cock.
            “Hurry up,” he growled to her with a smirk. “Clean my cock.” Despite his crudeness, Konan obeyed, slurping at his prick, swallowing every bitter-taste of seed that was strewn across his member. He wasn’t hard, so there was no danger of him jabbing down her throat. Her mouth prevented him from completely deflating, but he’d cum too many times to continue right away.
            Kakuzu, however, had more than enough stamina to keep going until Konan was left as a mess of sweat, cum and bruises. But cumming once was enough for him. His flailing tendrils retracted from her sticky cunt, returning underneath his sleeves. While she supped Hidan’s cock, he slid out from beneath her and readjusted his robes.
            After he was ready to go back out in the world to tail another bounty, Kakuzu looked over at his companion. He didn’t care what Hidan did with Konan, but now that he was finished with her, they were back on Kakuzu’s time. “Hidan, let’s go. I’ve chosen our next target, and we’ve wasted enough time here.”
            Hidan look and scoffed at him The hand cradling the back of Konan’s head drew her tighter on him. “How can you think of something like that after something like this? You really are a freak, Kakuzu.” Nonetheless, sighing dejectedly under Kakuzu’s ruthless stare, he extracted his length from the beauty’s mouth. He did not get dressed; he only put his flaccid cock back into his pants before gathering up his pike, scythe, and robes. All of his effects were dragged carelessly behind him as he tailed Kakuzu for the exit. His partner’s monstrous strength was enough to push open the grotto’s boulder door without the use of ninjutsu. While Kakuzu wandered off, Hidan looked over his shoulder one last time at Konan, wiping her mouth and dripping copious amounts of semen from her sore backside.
            “Take a few days to rest, Konan-chan,” jeered the Jashinist as the boulder slowly began to close shut. “I want that ass of yours nice and tight the next time I fuck…!” The way was shut before he could finish, and though that muted his final word, she could distinctly hear him curse angrily at being cut off.
            Konan could finally breathe a sigh of relief. Having those two gone was definitely a load off of her mind. Though her ass could now relax, she could still feel the foreign tickle of Kakuzu’s loathsome tendrils exploring her orifices. She winced a little and looked back at her backside. Quite raw; she pulled her left cheek to try to speed up the evacuation of cum dribbling out of her. The hole gaped a little, which was expected after the duo was done with her. She hoped she wasn’t permanently changed back there thanks to Hidan’s impulsiveness.
            “It’s about time those two left…”
            Konan found herself faced by the upper half of White Zetsu’s body when she turned forward again. Her eyes narrowed on him. That wretched grin of his was on his mutated, one-eyed face as he sprouted from the earth he fused with. After being struck violently by Kakuzu earlier, he and his Black half retreated underground. Like true scavengers, they waited at a safe distance, watching as their prey was used and done with before emerging to claim the scraps. It would’ve been a fierce fight to get to her if Kisame wasn’t as patient as he was; luckily, Kisame was fine with voyeurism to egg on his sexual appetite. The reason for his impatience with Sasori’s time with Konan was that he was unable to witness the origami woman being used.
            White Zetsu crawled out of the earth like a demon being spawned from hell. His dead-yellow eye coursed over her body, and he could salivate from the idea that he had her all to himself. His black half hissed as he emerged at Konan’s right side, a bit quicker than the White Zetsu. He grumbled in his throat, stalking towards Konan on all fours like a predatory creature. His pupil was stationary and his entire form was without characteristics – on his smooth, black side, at least – but she could feel his lusting will. Konan had thought that Kakuzu’s tentacles would be the most uncomfortable thing about her submission, but these two foul creatures certainly would give some competition.
            It was sudden, like caught in a trap snare, when Konan suddenly was yanked up, her arms locked behind her by Black Zetsu’s. She grunted softly from her back arching in a way that had her bust pushed out in front of her. Her breasts bounced alluringly when she moved, and the temptation was too great to resist a moment longer. Without any pesky bounty hunters or greedy Jashinists to get in his way, White Zetsu could enjoy the experience absolutely when his smooth hands slowly cupped her breasts. His palms felt like silk to Konan, who had her bosom pawed at by calloused hands, clamps and tentacles until they were sore. Now Zetsu provided some comfort, though it wasn’t altogether pleasant; the way he touched her just gave an eerie vibe.
            “They were so rough with you, Konan-san. I was worried they’d bruise you.” He kissed her breast first, a tender, affectionate gesture a few inches above her proud nipple. He cooed at the suppleness of her flesh and nuzzled, dragging himself lower until his lips were aligned with the rigid centre. His tongue dragged against it first, sampling the taste of her sweat with the long swath. She was so sweet; her corpse would make such a delectable treat, chewy or not.
            He wanted to run his tongue through every her crease and cranny, explore her every orifice. Despite the deposited essence of the other Akatsuki still swimming around inside her, he was very close to doing just that. For now, however, he was content to suckle on her breast while gently cradling the other one in his palm.
            Konan’s breath was relatively even, though there were some times – like when White Zetsu plucked at her nipple with his lips or teeth – when her breathing hitch or a soft moan was coaxed from her. Zetsu thoroughly laved her right nipple with his flower-scented saliva before he drifted over to her left. He treated this nub a bit harsher than previously, but he was hardly a match for Kakuzu’s or Hidan’s brutality as he nipped at the peak.
            There was a sound like an impatient growl behind her. Her body surged a little when Black Zetsu put his forged cock against her ass. He was not seeking entrance; he merely nudged his shaft in between the cleft of her butt to grind in between the cheeks. She shivered when he rubbed past her pucker; Kakuzu’s and Hidan’s semen slathered the underside of his prick.
            “Hurry up,” the black half snapped at his counterpart. He made a severe thrust in between Konan’s cheeks in demonstration of his impatience. “I’m done waiting.”
            White Zetsu chuckled against Konan’s breast. “We should take our time and thoroughly enjoy her. She is very beautiful and willing, after all.” In spite of his request for patience, he did decide to speed along. The blue patch of fur between her legs had garnered his attention for quite a while, and he was eager to discover a more intimate flavor.
            It took some flexibility-tolerance on her part, but Konan successfully leaned back and separated her thighs; being propped on her haunches helped her blue-haired crotch jut outward, just as White Zetsu would’ve liked. He lied on his belly in front of her, ogling the sight before him. He could see the rivulets of semen still oozing out of the hole behind her vagina, as well as the black cock of his other self grinding awkwardly against her butt, but that was hardly of concern to him when he had such a feast before him.
            Chortling softly to himself, he brought a hand to her vagina to spread to outer lips and gander within. What a sight! Her thoroughly-fucked hole was such an appealing treat, particularly to one who lived off of the dead. First, he nuzzled the crown of blue over her snatch, and then set his attention to her snatch. He flicked his talented tongue over her swollen clit. He’d done this often to the women he captured and raped, wishing to break their resolve; Black Zetsu, if he had it his way, would’ve mercilessly pushed it, whether the victim was ready for it or not. Very few times had they performed oral sex on a dead girl…
            Konan moaned softly when two fingers twisted at her wet entrance before sinking into her. Her body tightened when the two soft, spongy fingers wedged in, rotating and curling, churning the mixture of seed still lingering within. After swirling the semen for a while, rubbing it all into the walls of her sex, the pads of his fingertips turned to the roof of the vagina. He searched blindly for a moment, but quickly happened upon the area known as the G-spot. Grinning while still flourishing his tongue against her pearl of nerves, Zetsu assaulted that sensitive spot within her by pressing up against it and rubbing vigorously.
            The other men – with the exception of Itachi and Sasori – hadn’t taken the time to explore her, far more intent to slake their own, selfish desires. Now that Zetsu was staking claim to her pleasure, Konan’s muscles began to tauten. She gritted her teeth and drew up, watching with apprehensive eyes as the First Hokage’s clone dined and played with her vagina. It was hard to believe that such an unsightly man – physically and figuratively – was generating so much pleasure from her. She was rather ashamed to admit it, but she could already feel the makings of an orgasm building inside of her. She could just imagine Zetsu’s jubilation and triumph if she should douse his face with her climax. His tongue would be unlikely to skip a single morsel that dripped from her.
            She was so fixed on White Zetsu that she hadn’t realized the other one was no longer behind her; this didn’t dawn on her until her head was turned and a black phallus speared at her partly-opened mouth. The tip missed it mark, causing a streak of semen to track across her bottom lip and piercing. The underside of Black Zetsu’s cock had been tarnished with the leftovers of the zombie duo’s release inside of her ass. And now it was being offered for her mouth.
            “Open your mouth, Konan,” Black Zetsu rasped at her, angling his hips to point his weeping head at her orifice.
            Konan’s eyes turned up to him, defiance showing, but she nonetheless opened her mouth and pushed it onto the tip of his cock. She locked onto the tip first, swirling her tongue around to take away any traces of pre-cum, and then she sank further down on it. She flexed her jaw and lower lip to collect the abundance of cum that stained the underbelly of his penis. There was an odd, bitter flavor; she couldn’t decipher whether it was the semen – likely the portion that came from Kakuzu’s ancient testicles – or if it was just the unique taste of the Zetsu tarnished by ill will. Whatever it was, it was not enough to discourage Konan’s suckling mouth. Besides that, with White Zetsu provoking her arousal, there was little that could dissuade her from these perverse acts.
            The Zetsu at her groin was quickly becoming more frisky by letting his tongue slither to other areas than just concentrating on her clit. He sometimes employed it within her to help his squirming digits tease her insides, but he mostly kept to wiggling against her folds. The space around his two fingers was steadily closing in around it, alerting him to the effects he was having on her. Now he was at a crossroad: he could either feast on her until her essence squirted into his mouth or he could retreat and replace his fingers with his cock to feel her cum around him. It was quite a debacle for him, but he inevitably chose to drink her nectar. Fucking her could wait.
            That was not Black Zetsu’s way of thinking. The wicked half of the Akatsuki spy had latched onto Konan’s skull so that he was in control; Konan couldn’t really complain now that her limbs were starting to shake from the anticipation of an oral-induced orgasm. Holding her steady, moving her only on his whim, Black Zetsu pounded his hips against Konan’s face, his long cock bending down into her esophagus whenever he pushed particularly deep; thanks to the unique, shape-shifting makeup of their body, any part of them – no matter how stiff – could flex without any discomfort.
            He may not have suffered at all from the face-fucking, but Konan gagged more times than not while he abused her throat. She had all but consumed the spunk that coated the underside of his prick, so it was only up to her saliva and his pre-cum to keep him well-lubed for reentry. From the ruthlessness of his thrusts, her body jerked and eventually, her bouncing breasts brushed against his leg and caught his attention. Always with an eye for a tantalizing show, Black Zetsu took rapt interest in her tits. His other half could’ve doted on and fondled them, but that was not his intent as he slid out of Konan’s mouth, granting her some time to cough and catch her breath.
            “Get up,” he hissed at her. He did not want her to stand up, but simply lift her posture. She couldn’t exactly do that without leaving White Zetsu’s frantic tongue, but there wasn’t much choice to be had. She had to hold onto the outsides of Black Zetsu’s legs as she pulled herself to a kneeling position; Black Zetsu had to stoop a little to get his cock lined up with her cleavage, but with a little adjustment, the two fitted together neatly. “That’s good,” he mused. It pleased him even more when Konan’s hands went to the outsides of her breasts to mash them together, intuitively knowing what he wanted of her. She hadn’t the leverage to move as he wanted her to, but that was fine. Steadily while holding onto her shoulders for better balance, he began to rock his hips against her chest. The throat-fucking left a healthy layer of saliva coating his cock, which thoroughly helped him move between her tits with hardly any friction.
            “My, I guess there’s no helping it…” Konan turned her head ever so slightly. White Zetsu was indeed sneaky to have already caught her from behind. He kicked her knees open with his own before he scooted into her private space. She felt his pliable penis move against her pucker, lathering some cum at the tip before he came into contact with her snatch. It took a bit of a push to wedge into her pussy when the muscles had condensed due to the pressure of a cultivating orgasm.
            He sighed heavily in Konan’s ear as he sunk into her hot, tight depths. She pulsated around him, welcoming him inside of her and beckoning his stay. His resilient erection squelched a little, but his girth remained a significant improvement over his two fingers. He pushed in deep until he was at the entrance of her womb, which accommodated the sperm of both an Uchiha and an ex-Sunagakure ninja. Zetsu wasn’t at all put off by it; it made her insides slippery and juicier.
            “Ahh…” Konan gasped out smoothly when Zetsu pushed hard into her pussy, coming up against her cervix. It felt good to have something squishy press up against that region after Kakuzu’s hard rod had pummeled her. The white clone could not reach as far as the bounty hunter, but he had a few tricks of his own to share with Konan. He kept still, grinning as he manipulated the shape of his cock. It twisted itself like a screw within her before it suddenly expanded; not like a balloon, but it did distend in width, pumping her clenching walls apart. The feel of him swelling so significantly inside of her caused Konan to gasp again, this time with less reserve.
            “You have a lovely voice, Konan-san. It’s a pity you don’t use it more often.” His gnarled hands came to her front, setting against her stomach so that his middle fingers could idly brush against the four piercings at her naval. “I’d thoroughly enjoy it if you sang for us.”
            Zetsu had not moved since settling himself inside of her hot, used passage. Her orgasm was near, and his growth had kept her stimulated, but if he did not start thrusting, she’d lose momentum. What he wanted was obvious, but for an angel to beg? She’d suffer a hundred missed orgasms before such a wretched soul broke her resolve. Whatever desires went unfulfilled, she could take care of it by herself when she was done with Zetsu.
            “Pity,” she heard the white one say before drawing his hips back. His thick penis pulled out to his tip, and then he shoved in even slower than he had retracted. Her walls convulsed around him, being forcibly spread as he traveled up to her cervix. A pleased sound droned behind her in response from being so neatly settled into her.
            White Zetsu moved at a pace the black one just would not tolerate. Black Zetsu kept his hips moving as quickly as he could, rarely taking a hand from her shoulders to squeeze and paw at her swollen breasts. Like most of the other Akatsuki, he was not gentle and did not touch her for her benefit. He exhaled noisily, a sigh of satisfaction as he explored her bosom. “You should disregard your robes more often, Konan,” he told her. Of course, there would be consequences for her should she go without the garb of Akatsuki; most of the men would hardly be able to resist her scantily-clad form, especially since her garments accentuated her breasts very flatteringly.
            Konan held her tongue. She did not want to debate her attire while these two plant-men had their way with her.
            Her body rocked smoothly with White Zetsu’s controlled thrusts. She could feel his anticipation, but he wanted to drag it out for their mutual benefit. One hand remained pressed against her stomach, but the other roamed lower. Konan tried to keep her voice in check, but it was particularly hard when Zetsu’s fingers dragged down to her nether region, palming her pubic hair as his fingertips danced against her clit. The pending feeling of her mounting climax hit her hard as it started up again. The forged phallus inside of her had started to pick up the pace, bumping against her cervix each time he made a pronounced thrust. That sweet-smelling pre-cum of his was gluing to the passage to her womb whenever he struck deep enough.
            The insides of her tits were starting to chafe now that most of her saliva had dried on Black Zetsu’s cock. She hoped he would finish before he started to wear away her raw flesh. There were times when it seemed he was cumming, but it turned out only to be a pre-ejaculatory fluid; at least the honey-like substance trickled down to her valley to provide some lubrication, though it was quickly used up. His stamina was rather impressive, but she doubted he was to last much longer, even if all he was doing was fucking her tits; she honestly never saw the appeal in this action that men did.
            Though he had maintained a rather sensible demeanor, White Zetsu’s calmness was starting to dissipate as the drive of his hips increase. His left hand clutched tighter on her side to keep himself fixed on her, and the fondling at her clitoris had become more haphazard. With the abandonment of his methodical touches, Konan was less prepared for the sudden surges of pleasure brought about by his floundering movements. First one gasp left her, and then a succession of moans, and it wasn’t long after that before her hips were gyrating of their own accord to help the clone bring her to release.
            In a level-headed state, Konan would’ve been repulsed to even be given a hint to the fact that such an abomination could bring her to release. The sight of his bizarre form – particularly when separated from his eviler half – banished all thoughts of arousal and left nothing but distaste. Now, having been edged towards a building release, she was willingly pushing back into his thrusts, panting as sweat began to slicken her body. “Faster,” she panted out without much thought to the consequences. “Deeper…” Her voice was then stifled when Black Zetsu shoved her face down; willingly, she took the head of his cock in between her lips and suckled vigorously. The soft moans vibrated around him and egged him to cum.
            White Zetsu adored the sound of her beseeching his cooperation, but perhaps it was too much of a delight for him. His shaft began to pulsate, growing wider and wider each time as he stockpiled his release. Hissing hoarsely, he made his desperate thrusts into the clenching tunnel. He had more restraint over his body than a normal man, but when Konan came, when those firm walls closed around him and locked him within her, he could not fight it off anymore.
            His cock deflated significantly when he exploded inside of Konan. His sap steamed into her, not as hot as semen, but certainly more abundant. It did not happen in quick bursts, either; it almost was like a shotgun: firing one round, wilting a little during the reload, and then firing again with the same intensity. Zetsu clenched his teeth and kept his shaking hips rolling in time with his release. As a clone, there was no chance of impregnating a woman, but as a man, it was his duty to plant his essence as deep as possible within his target.
            Konan arched her back proudly when she met her orgasm. His slippery discharge spread throughout her core, passing into her uterus while also spilling around Zetsu’s waning erection. It was like some oil had been deposited within her, making it possible for object to glide over her skin; it would’ve been far more useful if Zetsu had decided to take her anally and before Hidan and Kakuzu stretched her beyond her limit. Nevertheless, she thoroughly enjoyed the climax, bucking down hard on White Zetsu’s length even as he shriveled almost to nothingness within her. His fingers at her pussy could hardly flex to help her ride out her orgasm; she was milking him for everything he was worth.
            When he finally had the leeway to extract himself, gasping and weak, there was a great spillage from her clenching vagina that pooled beneath her. It was a shameful display, unbefitting an angel like her, but she was still too lost in the throes of sexual frenzy to care much about decency. With the feeling just barely starting to ebb, her sole focus was the cock fitted in between her breasts. She stared down at it, noting the seeping fluid that bore a resemblance to honey streaming down his cock. He should be close, she thought while craning her neck to sample some of the sweet-flavored pre-cum. Even after tasting as much as she could, her tongue lingered, flourishing around the head and hoping to bring Black Zetsu to his doom.
            Black Zetsu was stubborn, though. He knew she was trying to break him, so he resisted for as long as he could. Unfortunately, his reserves did not last long under the thrashing treatment of Konan’s tongue. He growled in disapproval, knowing that he was at his limit. “You bi…!” He meant to insult her, but was silenced by his own voice faltering. With no time to waste, he yanked Konan’s hair, forcing her head back and face up. Aware of what was to come, she closed her eyes elegantly and waited. Zetsu did not keep her waiting long. His phallus pointed at her face mere second before the first blast of gooey cum coated her mouth. He certainly carried a great force with his discharge. Grunting and snarling, he pumped himself in his fist as he splattered all over Konan’s face. The portion that got over her lips really did taste something akin to honey, though maybe a bit more flowery. The smell was also surprisingly pleasant to have come from such a vile sort.
            She couldn’t say that having a man – clone or otherwise – ejaculate on her face was a fetish of hers, but when so riled, it was forgivable to be swept up in the moment. Black Zetsu coated her face with fractured pieces of his cum, and she could only open one eye in the meantime. She did so slowly, wiping away the plastered jizz with her forefinger so that her other eye could open. She got just the merest glance of Black Zetsu melting into the floor before he was altogether gone. He wasn’t the type to stick around to trade conversation after a nice fuck.
            Behind her, she guessed that White Zetsu was waiting to taunt her, but when she turned to look, she saw him on his back. He looked so withered, so pitiful from the drainage of his efforts. His cock had receded back into him; he must’ve not even had the strength to fuse with the earth as he lay there, panting and seeming to almost be on the verge of death. Perhaps it was the drawback of his ejaculation.
            She did not pity him. He could remain here and die for all she cared.
            Getting dressed and leaving was all there was for her to do now. Of course, she also needed to clean up her face. Black Zetsu’s essence slid down her face and neck, streaming over her perky, but full breasts. Her nipples were still erect; it’d probably take some time and a warm atmosphere before the lost their rigidness.
            Semen leaking out of every orifice… So unrefined, she thought. “Pitiful men,” she mumbled under her breath as she made her way to her clothes. They were strewn all over the place, courtesy of Hidan. In spite of his looks, he was one of the least pleasant lovers she’d ever encountered; the limp in her step was mostly thanks to him.
            She did not get more than three paces towards her clothes before she suddenly paused. There was a mighty pressure behind her, impatient and suffocating. It did not take her a moment to realize that she was not yet through. How she could’ve forgotten this one was a mystery to her, as he’d been eyeing her like a shark since the beginning.
            “Konan-san,” Kisame almost sang as he looked down at the blue-haired beauty. “I certainly hope that you aren’t planning to leave.” The humor in his tone faltered somewhat when he added, “Not after I have been so patiently waiting for you.”
            Despite his presence and obvious eagerness, Konan turned slowly and only her upper body to stare up at his beastly form. As freakish as the two Zetsus and Kakuzu were, Kisame was only beast while fused with Samehada. He had once mentioned to her and Pain the hungry nature of his sword; it must’ve beckoned their fusion upon catching whiff of her chakra’s pheromones.
            Her eyes narrowed. “Kisame…” She did not have to look down to be aware that he was already naked, his cock pointing at her with rapt interest. His gills heaved, but they were mainly for show; he was more amphibian than fish in this mode. The caudal fin lashed eagerly behind him, more energetic than a happy puppy’s tail. His arms were outstretched to either side due to his altered bone-structure, but his webbed claws could still close in and hold his prey firmly.
            Konan found that out when the shark-man made a lunge at her, seizing her by the arms and hoisting her naked body in the air. She seethed a little at his hastiness. “You dare to force yourself upon an angel like this?” she admonished him.
            “You have submitted yourself, Konan-san,” he pointed out. “It holds fair that you accommodate all members of Akatsuki.” Without further ado, he brought her down to him. Though she detested his forwardness, Konan couldn’t argue that she had submitted herself to unify the unruly Akatsuki organization.
            She was lost in Kisame’s shadow. Because of his hunched over stature, he’d be looming over her the entire time. It’d be terrifying if Konan was the type to get scared. Perhaps the only thing intimidating about this was the object that glided through her spread legs. As she had guessed, he was amplified in that area too, dwarfing all other peers. When she had first been exposed to it, he’d remained at the top spot at eight inches, but now, she would not be surprised to know that he was a full foot of pale-blue cock, and wide! Even the form had been slightly altered from his transformation; it retained the basic outlook of a man’s penis, but the tip was a bit more bulbous, knotted in a way to that would keep him latched within his target. Though she could not see it, at the base of his cock, his scrotum had receded, pulling his testicles up within his body, hidden from view.
            Konan shivered when that column of muscle ground against her core. She had been loosened up significantly; if she had started off with Kisame, some serious damage would’ve incurred from him forcing his way into her snatch. She had believed that he was playfully grinding against her to heighten expectation – which it did – but then she heard him give a growl – a frustrated one. She realized that he was trying to hit his mark, but the odd angle of his body made it rather difficult to line up with her.
            It was still a little daunting, but Konan was willing to reach down to his monstrous cock. She didn’t outwardly show it, but when she took hold of him, she was startled by his girth. It was unlikely to harm her after Kakuzu and Zetsu stretched her pussy out, but it’d likely be difficult to fit inside.
            Kisame made a pleased noise when he felt her small hand on him, willing to guide him up inside of her. “How very kind of you,” he chortled. His hips rolled and adjusted to give her some room to maneuver him. He grunted, and she felt the arms cradling her tense. If he lost control, he could crush her entire body in a great bear hug. She’d have to be mindful to disperse herself in a flurry of paper if her life was in such danger.
            “Uhn…” Konan rubbed the blunt knob against her pussy lips. Zetsu’s leftovers would be most useful in taking in Kisame, but she still wanted to lather him up properly first. She could feel his desire to push into her pumping throughout his cock, but he did well in restraining himself. When most of her juices had been spent on making Kisame’s cockhead slick, it was finally time to take that plunge that was likely to ruin her for most men. She winced slightly when she brought him to her entrance. She heard the shark-man hum his approval, and on his own accord, he began to curl himself to slip inside.
            It felt like she was stretching around a fist when the engorged head wedged in and lodged inside her vagina. By securing him within her, she had relinquished all power over to Kisame; despite her talent and ranking in Akatsuki, when it came to brute strength, she failed underneath the Mist Swordsman’s might. She couldn’t help crying out when more of his massive cock began to crawl inside of her. Zetsu’s slick cum and the experience with Kakuzu’s size helped her tolerate it, but Kisame’s size still proved to be a challenge that take some time to overcome.
            “Sorry, Konan-san,” Kisame apologized, thought he hardly sounded sincere, especially with the following chuckle. “Perhaps you’d prefer if I go in slow.” He made no such effort to keep to his word, pushing into her swollen vagina with as much speed as he could afford without actually hurting her. The tight passage offered some resistance, but it was futile against the steady insertion of Kisame’s beastly cock.
            “Agh…” Konan seethed and tried to roll her hips in an effort to alleviate some of the pressure, but it didn’t make much of a change; Kisame was just too large for her to get used to any time soon. Trying to keep some control, she put a hand on his chest – his blue skin felt tough and grainy like a shark’s – and attempted to push him out of her.
            The attempt was amusing, but Kisame had waited far too long to be in her good graces to suddenly back out now. For a moment, it seemed he was complying with his superior when he slowly dragged out until only his bulbous head remained inside of her. Then, surprisingly her enough to make her cry out, he rushed back into her with less resistance than before, nearly making it all the way to the back of her vagina in this one, sure push. Her walls clamped on him as if to stop his invasion, but the beast continued onward.
            Konan hissed a little when he came against her cervical wall. A great deal of him was left outside of her pussy, but despite how crammed she already was, he tried to force more of himself into her. He compacted Konan’s insides with his unrelenting push, even as she grunted out and whined protests. “S-stop,” she gasped out, trying her hardest to pull her hips back to give her womb some relief from the pressure. There was no way Kisame’s cock was going to fit through the tiny passage that was her cervix, not without severely damaging her; all he ended up doing was compressing her semen-filled womb.
            “My, you’re still very tight,” Kisame jested, his fanged jaws spreading in a wider grin. “I did not think that would be possible after letting the others have their way with you.”
            Konan, in spite of her discomfort, glowered up at him. Her hands had gripped his broad shoulders for support as she dangled off of him. Her thighs trembled from preserving such a significant slab of cock inside of her cleft. Keeping as cool as she could, she brought her legs around Kisame’s waist and locked her feet behind him, just above the base of his flailing tail. The merest shift of his pelvis created such a shock for her, cringing and bearing her teeth from the pressure within her snatch.
            Kisame granted her some time to get used to his size, but the ‘Samehada’ part of him was eager to begin the frenzy. Under normal circumstances, he’d be able to restrain himself a bit longer; in this form, he was a bit quicker to impatience. The claws holding her up scraped lightly against her back when he tensed; she could feel his waning tolerance. “Konan-san, I hope you’re ready,” he growled at her, still grinning.
            She had thought that she would be, but when the monster pulled back, she shuddered violently. The legs around him tightened as she braced for impact, but she still cried out when Kisame made his thrust into her. Luckily, he no longer sought to embed himself fully into her, but there was still more than enough of him to keep her stretched to her limits.
            Kisame could thank Zetsu for the ease in penetrating her. Without the seed-man’s sap embedded within Konan, her juices would not have been enough to grant simple passage. Of course, with his mind becoming more primal than his usual, calm thinking, one way or another, he’d be plowing into the paper angel all the same with or without the lubrication.
            Beneath him, Konan was quite the vision. Her normally-stoic face was scrunched with the strain of bearing this beast’s lust. Those perfectly-formed breasts heaved with each internal impact, slick with sweat and cooling semen. Her toned stomach stayed taut and clenched. Thighs, alluringly plump and strong, spread wide to accommodate the huge shaft surging into her pelvic cleft, stretching her beyond what she believed herself capable of. Her legs hugged him tightly so that she could not slip and injure herself.
            “Oh god,” she droned. The pressure within her had started to gather in her stomach. The discomfort of Kisame’s cock charging in and out of her had slowly but surely switched to the makings of pleasure, and it was knotting within her. Her feet pointed and her toes curled in response to the feeling of delight. Muscles began to tauten, alerting Kisame when the passage he’d meticulously made to accommodate him began to squeeze shut. The knot at the end of his dick made it particularly difficult to move inside of her, but the shark-man merely chortled and would wait out this tension, settling for subtle thrusts that were still enough to buckle Konan’s entire body.
            “Are you cumming, Konan-san?” he hissed as if he would laugh upon her honest answer. He was not one to gloat, but there was a certain pride to be found when causing a girl to meet her elusive orgasm – especially when the man was a hideous mix of man and fish.
            Regardless, Konan did not answer, partly because it was a ridiculous question, and mostly because she was bearing the brunt of her release with his slow-tempo thrusts. Whenever she had an orgasm since the start of this carried-out order, the men moved at a rigorous pace, but Kisame’s slower rhythm seemed to coax a less-intense, but prolonged release. The channel flexed around him with a milking motion, hoping to draw his essence deep into her core. He could scoff at her endeavors, for it would take much more than this to drain him.
            Hot fluids rushed over him, bathing his pelvis and upper thighs in her essence. He didn’t mind at all when she gushed; he simply chuckled, waited for the tightening walls to recede a little, and then began his thrusts again. So vulnerable and sensitive from her orgasm, Konan hiccupped with yips of pleasure when she began to rock back and forth on the huge cock again. It was… too much…
            All at once, Kisame stood as erect as he could and pulled Konan to his chest. She gasped when she was lifted, her breasts now flattening against his pectoral muscles. The rough texture of his body ground against her rigid nipples like a dry tongue of sandpaper. He was rather cold – must’ve turned cold-blooded when fused with Samehada – and was rather refreshing to her hot, sweaty body, but that was not why she wrapped her arms around his misshapen body and pulled tightly against him; if she was not careful, she could drop and impale herself completely on the shaft jutting into her. She clung desperately to him to keep herself elevated. Her legs were held up by the knees in his fishy hands, allowing him to bounce her up and down on his cock.
            Her feet flopped with his rough motions, and her breasts ground against his rough skin. She thought it impossible, but this assault to her senses was already prepping her for another orgasm. She buried her face against his flexing gills and stifled the sounds of pleasure against his shoulder. His chuckle resonated throughout him, and she could feel it against her lips.
            SMACK!!
            The swat of Kisame’s tail against Konan’s backside echoed in the empty cavern. It happened so suddenly that the pain didn’t set in until a second afterward. Konan jerked, clenching her teeth from the pain. It was so sharp, almost like the crack of a whip, but thicker. She seethed and recoiled from the pain, but hardly had a chance to recover from it when the slithering member came around again, this time from the other side to give the opposite cheek a sharp whip. Again, she heard the smack before she felt its sting.
            “A girl like you,” Kisame snickered while his prey jolted and panted heavily, “is into punishment, right?” The tail smacked her ass more, not as hard, but more frequently and quicker, not giving her a moment to adjust to the sudden sensation of having her butt beat red.
            The initial pain had dulled her to the following swats, but Konan still yelped and jerked with each of Kisame’s flourishing tail-whips. Somehow, it heightened her senses, making her more aware of the climax that was eager to breach her resistance.
            Kisame nudged her back just a bit, and while she still kept her hands latched tightly on him near his dorsal fin, he bowed his shark head down, opening his maw and placing his fangs to her right shoulder. With one, sudden chomp, he could kill her, but he simply kept his jaws on her to lightly prick her with his dagger-like teeth.
            Konan had thought that nothing more could be done to her by this freak, but she was wrong. While her ass throbbed sorely, cooled by the cold cave’s atmosphere, Kisame’s tail now wriggled up from between her legs. She did not notice its presence until the tip brushed against her asshole. She hardly had a moment to gasp before the appendage surged forward and into the used hole. It should’ve been easy taking in a few inches of Kisame’s wiry tail after having Hidan and Kakuzu thoroughly ‘take care’ of that hole, but because of the girth spread out in her pussy, the barrier between her rectum and vagina was squished in between his cock and tail.
            “Uhn…! Ah~! Stop…” she gasped out, clinging desperately onto the shark-man. All of her reserves had been spent. If she had taken Kisame on from the start, despite the discomfort of her underused snatch before forced apart by his cock, she might’ve had the stamina to keep up with the ‘Tailless Bijuu’ a while longer. Now, it took all she had just to hold onto him and keep herself from dropping onto his spearing cock. She hadn’t even the strength to keep her moans and husky grunts in her throat.
            Again, she came. Her muscles stiffed as she squeezed the thrusting cock and tail in a desperate effort to get Kisame to meet his demise. Of course, he was able to weather her body’s endeavors to break his resolve. Her pretty, flushed face was amusing, and having her eyes flash wide when more of his tail jammed up her rear end made him snicker. He let her ride out her ecstasy on him, pouring more of her liquid pleasure over his lap until it seeped down his legs to his webbed toes.
            Konan was almost like a boned fish when the tension gushed out of her, unable to do much of anything aside from hold tightly onto his head. Her nipples had been rubbed raw against his rough chest, sore and tender from the treatment. With just a little space between them, her breasts continued to flounder as her insides were pulverized.
            Kisame was able to keep this up for another handful of minutes before he felt that impending pressure on his groin. His internal testicles pulsated achingly, alerting him that his time with Konan would have to come to an end in a matter of moments. It was true that chakra could be used to increase stamina, but Kisame wasn’t interested in lingering all day; no matter what, he and Itachi had missions to accomplish, and a true shinobi could not ignore that.
            The hips that had once moved so powerfully now snagged and jerked, keeping himself embedded deep in her rather than retracting too far out. “I fear that this ends our time together, Konan-san,” he grunted out.
            In her sex-frazzled state, she hardly could understand his meeting. But then he shoved in deep to crowd her cervix with the rend end of his cock, and she felt him swell before a torrent of hot sperm crashed inside of her. At last, this monster found relief and was sending his efforts to join the others in a chance to impregnate Amegakure’s angel.
            Konan felt like her uterus was distending from the amount of semen loaded up her snatch. Whether or not it was true, she would simply have to bear with it until he was through. Not surprisingly, it took Kisame some time to finish filling her with his ejaculation. The tail surging in and out of her asshole stiffened before going slack and dragging back and out of her body altogether.
            “Ahh~.” Kisame’s feral smile seemed serene after flooding Konan so thoroughly. His cum dripped out around his cock in a gooey ring from her body. It took some time for him to wriggle his huge dick out of her, but when he did, a mess of white gushed out of her unplugged hole. He stared at the sight for a while, making sure that it was something to stay in his memories until the day he died. “Konan-san, your devotion to this group and its cause is inspiring.”
            The defiled angel could say nothing in reply, zoned out of mind. She was breathing heavily, so Kisame wasn’t at all worried about having fucked her to death. He did her a kindness by carrying her smoothly over to her Akatsuki robes. He kicked them out before laying her atop of them for some comfort from the cold, cavern floor.
            Turning, Kisame made to defuse and dress himself before heading out to meet up with his Uchiha partner. Before that, however, he looked back at Konan and said with a toothy grin, “We must do this again, Konan-san. A shinobi’s duty is one things; an angel’s is an entirely different matter.”
            Konan did not pay any attention to him, even as she settled back into her own mind. She just lay there for some time, even after Kisame left, staring at the ceiling. She could almost feel the sperm swimming inside of her. There was so much; her robes were probably saturated with it now.
            She did not know how long she had remained sprawled out on her robes, but when she got up, she felt stiff. She stretched out a little before hobbling over to collect her clothes. Thanks to Hidan, she couldn’t wear her destroyed underwear; she’d have to travel back to base commando-style, but at least she’d be gone from this place.
~~~
            “They’re receiving orders much more compliantly now,” Pain muttered, facing the stormy skies in front of him. Behind him, Konan stood under the housing shielding them from the rain. She kept her head bowed, her expression stoic. The orange-haired leader looked back at her, and she lifted her eyes to meet the Rinnegan. “You’ve done well, Konan.”
            She bowed slightly. “I am proud to carry out God’s order.”
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