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The Perfect Drug	By : 0ni Category: Naruto > General Views: 48776 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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~The Perfect Drug~

Disclaimer: All rights and copyright to the Naruto characters and the universe that they reside in are reserved to their original creators and respective studios.

Special Note: This story is rated M for Mature and contains graphic language and adult scenes. It is intended only for mature audiences. Reader discretion is advised.

Author’s Note: In future iterations, I’ll be further dividing these themed chapters into smaller sections for easier consumption. Enjoy.

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=== Chapter 3 - When Lightning Strikes ===

We find our two travelers walking up an impressive marathon of stairs that were etched into the mountain’s face. Naruto paused to catch his breath, taking a moment to gaze out at the stunning landscape. Watching the fluffy cotton clouds parting through the peaks of the Hidden Cloud Village. “It may not be Konoha, but damn it’s gorgeous.” He commented with a smile and a contented sigh.

The wind caught his open jacket, billowing from the wind that whipped between the massive mountain range. “I wonder how much it’s changed.” He asked his attention captured by the picturesque view.

Jiraiya wiped the sweat from his brow, taking a deep breath. He squinted up at the morning sun, “Eh, It has been a couple years. I guess the last time we were there, we were only passing through to talk with Tsunade about something, can’t even remember.” He lamented, scratching at the growing stubble on his chin before he continued. “I do remember that we left before sunrise, but I can’t for the life of me remember why.”

The two shrugged and resumed their climb up the lengthy flight of stairs towards the Kage’s tower that rested at the top of this particular mountain’s side. “Must have felt strange this morning.” Jiraiya commented idly.

“Hm?” Naruto turning his attention from the optical feast over to his mentor.

“Not having someone in your bed.” Jiraiya nudged his student in the ribs, earning an eye roll.

“Listen,” He started what sounded like a drafted defense. “I don’t have to sleep with every woman I see.”

Jiraiya gave his protege an incredulous look. “Uh huh, prove it. I bet you that can’t help but sleep with the next woman you lay eyes on.” He smiled watching his student’s face screw into thought, he could practically see the various ideas bouncing around in his blonde head.

Naruto smiled defiantly, gesturing. “You’re on. I bet you your entire earnings for your next book that I won’t!”

Jiraiya could feel his mouth tighten as he stroked his chin. He loved a good challenge much like his protege, but that was a pretty steep price. “Mmmhmm. Do I look like Princess Tsunade to you? What could you possibly offer to make it worth my while?”

Naruto opened his mouth but realized he didn’t have a whole lot he could offer. He didn’t actually make much money during their travels except for what Jiraiya gave him. He had a monthly stipend, but it really barely paid for food.

They did earn some money doing side missions from time to time, but they hadn’t been in communication with Tsunade for months. Sonofabitch, Naruto thought glumly. As he continued to wrack his brain over possible choices.

A quiet contemplation blanketed their climb until Jiraiya snapped his fingers pointing to his co conspirator, “What about telling me about the time you spent with that pretty girl with green hair. Or the Tsuchikage’s granddaughter?”

“Eh...” Naruto groaned, sounding like he’d rather have one of his feet lopped off than go down that road again.

Jiraiya sighed, he had been barking up that tree for a long time. He swore he’d eventually get those stories, even if it took his dying breath. “Fine.” He said clenching his teeth reflexively. “How about you giving me all the juicy details on the next three women you sleep with?”

Naruto looked as though he had just been told he was going to steal the Daimyo’s jewels. “What? Why do you think I’m going to sleep with three more women?”

Jiraiya could feel his brain grind to a halt as he stopped on the stairs, “Really?” He deadpanned.

Naruto threw up his arms. “Fine, fine, the next three. Perverted sonofabitch, asking me tell you about it all, probably getting your rocks off...” He continued grumbling as they neared the end of the staircase.

Standing at the top of the stairs was a short stout woman with a generally odd shape, a bowl cut of black hair resting atop her head, a clipboard hugged against her chest. Naruto felt his smile stretch across his face, the sound of registers chorusing in his head.

Jiraiya’s could feel his frown threaten to unhinge his jaw. His right eye twitched uncontrollably, he had to fight the overwhelming urge to give himself a black eye just to make it stop. I’m ruined. He thought, biting back bitter tears. He could almost see his piles of money catching fire.

“Naruto Uzumaki. Jiraiya of the Sannin?” The deepest baritone either had ever heard coming from the woman. The two froze. The woman sighed, clearing her throat again.

“Are you these individuals?” The two nodded slowly. “My name is Akihito Otoko.” She said bowing slightly. “We have been tasked with confirming the details of your reports before we permit you an audience with the Raikage. Do you accept these terms?”

The woman frowned watching the two whisper conspiratorially, gesturing wildly to one another. After a few moments the two appeared to have finally reached some semblance of an agreement.

“Uh mam, sir, uh.” Naruto stammered, stepping forward. Both slowly leaned forward, an inch for each passing moment. Naruto wiped the sweat collecting on his brow. Jiraiya swallowed hard, looking like he was going to be sick. Neither dared to blink, a palpable tension hanging in the air.

“Sir.” The word, as if it were an enormous weight suddenly lifted from their weary shoulders. The two heaved a huge sigh, hugging one another, tears of joy streaking down their faces. The man sighed waiting patiently for the two to finish their awkward impromptu celebratory embrace. “Do you agree to these conditions?” Akihito repeated, the two clearly lost in whatever it was they were doing. They nodded and gestured for the man to continue.

“Good. Jiraiya, I will be interviewing you. My colleague, Mabui Kaminari, will be interviewing you Naruto.”

A striking caramel woman with gray hair tied back into a knot walked up next to the short stout man and bowed. Naruto felt time screech to a halt, his chest practically jerked as his heart skipped a beat. He reached up to touch his jaw to make sure it wasn’t hanging free.

Naruto could see Jiraiya slowly creep into his peripheral, the largest shit eating grin he had ever seen on the man threatening to break his face into two. Yet, Naruto couldn’t tear his eyes from the woman in front of him. He said the only thing he could think of to summarize how he felt about the impending bet results.

“Fuck.”

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The sound of pen against paper provided the only white noise in the room as Mabui finished recording Naruto’s latest statement of his testimony. Her eyes flitted between pages that were laid out in front of her, reviewing her notes from the last few hours.

Naruto could hear her writing pause, alerting him that she was likely looking in his direction. He swallowed, his eyes affixed on the framed landscape out the window. He wasn’t about to get caught staring at her, again. “You have a beautiful village.” Naruto commented attempting to sound as casual as he could. He wasn’t quite sure whether she was convinced or not.

Mabui found herself searching his face as she analyzed the strained tone. Perhaps he was nervous for some reason, she contemplated. She shifted her attention out the window, drinking in the view, feeling a small smile form on her lips. “It certainly is.” She turned back to the table, sifting through the various papers stacked on the table. “Your record precedes you, Naruto-san.” She continued softly, her attention back to the whiskered blonde.

“Uh, is that a good thing?” Naruto chuckled uneasily.

She had gone above and beyond her due diligence. Reviewing the stack of reports on Naruto prior to their meeting this morning. He and his mentor had stacked up an impressive amount of reports in their venture across the great continent.

Setting her pen down, she folded her arms in front of her. “In your case, yes. Most share a reoccuring theme. You seem to be a fairly selfless individual.”

He turned to face her, laughing light heartedly while scratching the back of his head. “Eh, I just like to help people is all.”

She nodded, still unsure of why he was avoiding her gaze. Picking up her pen, she resumed jotting down some additional notes.

Minutes passed before he spoke up again “So what do you do for fun around here?” His tone more relaxed than it was before.

She blinked at him, brining her pen to her mouth, absentmindedly chewing on its end. It wasn’t something she really considered or was ever asked really. “Hiking or reading in the park.”

He smiled at her his blue eyes twinkling. “That’s pretty cool, I didn’t realize you guys had parks all the way up here.”

She felt her smile reappear as if contracted by the young man across from him. “Yes, we pride ourselves in the ability to adapt to any situation.”

“Hiking though, that’s gotta be pretty intense up here.” He said taking another look out the window. He could only imagine how difficult it would be hiking at these altitudes. He found himself catching his breath more often in this village than anywhere else he’d visited. “I think I’d still do it even if Sensei and I didn’t travel all over the place.” He said finishing his thought.

“I’ve lived here all my life but I love the mountain peaks. On a clear day, it feels like you can see the entire world.” She commented wistfully.

“Do you not travel much outside the village?” He asked resting his chin in his hand, his eyes on hers.

She considered whether this conversation was relevant to the interview at all. She’d seldom had the opportunity to have what she would consider a normal conversation. Most of the villagers would be too afraid to say anything, thinking it would circle back to the Raikage. Outsiders were treated rather as threats more often than not. Yet she couldn’t imagine feeling threatened around his bright personality.

She’d throw caution to the wind, it wasn’t often she was afforded the opportunity of a genuine conversation outside of work. “No... I’m the Raikage’s personal assistant. I rarely am provided the opportunity to leave the village.”

Naruto frowned hearing the melancholy lacing her voice. “Sorry to hear that. I know our Hokage has Shizune but she’s got probably at least half a dozen others doing a ton of things.” He finished, leaning back in the chair.

Mabui stared through the table, reflecting back on her job. Realizing that most of her duties revolved around paperwork. Or involved her being tied to her desk for the majority of a working day. She felt her ire rise as she struggled to find the logic behind the odd arrangement.

He saw the downturn in her expression, he gestured putting his hands up defensively. “I didn’t mean anything by that--.”

Suddenly the only door swung open, a tall masked woman looked over to his tawny interviewer. “Mabui. Raikage has requested your immediate assistance.”

Naruto noticed her frown deepen a little further as she nodded. “Thank you for your time today, Naruto-san. We will notify you if you are granted an audience with the Raikage.” She bowed before disappearing through the door with the kunoichi.

Another shinobi entered the room to escort him from the building. Naruto frowned, replaying the scene in his head. He despised being the cause of someone else’s sadness. He swallowed his frustration, hopefully he’d see her again and make it up to her.

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The next day, Naruto decided he was going to do some exploring. Walking around the pathways that made up the “streets” of the Hidden Cloud Village. He found it fascinating to see how various differences between the villages. Something as simple as the geography dynamically changed how a village was built and run.

A soft breeze caressed him as it passed, giving him the idea that now was a good time as any to do some well needed meditation. He leaned against the rail just outside a souvenir shop he’d visited. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He shrugged off the mental shackles, allowing himself to sink beneath the surface of his subconscious. The wind against his skin dulled as he sank further into the abyss.

He felt for the general colors he associated with the Kyuubi’s chakra. It felt like a heated argument, a taste of copper filling his mouth. He drifted further down toward the color, the emotion twisting to anger and betrayal, a bitter twang of betrayal dancing on his palette.

His fingers brushed the smooth metal that made up the gargantuan bars of the prison that housed the nine-tails. Hot to the touch, enough to burn if this wasn’t a construct of his own mindscape. He continued feeling blindly along, passing over cracks that were more like crevices. He knocked on the large bar before him, each strike thunderous.

The sound of his previous strikes echoing into the abyss. He paused waiting for a sign but none came, he heaved a sad sigh, looking up at the darkness with blind eyes. I’m not doing this on purpose. I don’t want your hate. His thoughts echoing into the chamber. Silence stretching into eternity.

He had wished for the days long past, where the Kyuubi would give him hell. Make a snide remark, or even just yell at him for being an idiot. This past year, the fox would only greet him with contempt and more recently, wasn’t even bothering to appear before him.

He lamented hoping that his sincerity could be felt through his thoughts. Naruto focused for a few moments before his body rocketed to the surface, his eyes snapping open. He winced up at the midday sun before looking back out at the mountain range. Well this isn’t a great start to the day, he thought glumly.

From the corner of his eye, he caught a familiar shade of gray hair bouncing at a fairly fast pace through the crowd, a few stories down from where he was standing. He could feel mood brighten at the prospect presented before him.

Now was his chance, he thought as he jumped over the railing. He flew through the air, landing with a resounding thud. Mabui quickly turned, the only surprise evident on face was her raised eyebrows. “Ah Naruto-san. If you’re seeking confirmation on your meeting with the Raikage--”

Naruto held up a hand to stop her, “Nope, just wanted to finish our conversation from yesterday.”

Mabui gave his earnest smile a long contemplative look before she continued, “I am running errands. You may join if you wish.”

“I’d be happy to!” He beamed. Naruto jogging to keep pace, his hands laced behind his head. “So why did you become a kunoichi?” She looked at him, his nonchalance with such a deep question, a bit jarring.

“Uh..where do I begin…?” She started apprehensively..

That essentially set the tone for the day. The two sharing personal stories, asking questions, giving commentary throughout their venture in the village. Naruto had attempted to pepper in a joke on more than one occasion. Whether they were funny or not, Mabui still found herself laughing at his attempts.

The hours flew by, the dusk sun blanketed the village in it’s amber rays. The passing clouds a golden hue above. Mabui was telling another folktale that originated in her country. “For his victory against them, the gods bestowed on the the warrior, the 9 powers of virtue. He was told that with this power, his country would be saved. However, if he misused it, he would destroy everything he loved.”

“The warrior had used it for good but as the power grew stronger, he was consumed by it. Eventually becoming a great demon that shattered his country, creating the mountain peaks around us. Some tales go on to tell that is how the great tailed beasts were created. The great sage splitting up the power among the 9 tailed beasts. Others have him trapped in a mountain or something of the like.”

“Whoa. That’s pretty heavy.” He said practically chewing on it.

She smiled, “It’s one of the few tales that don’t involve storms in this country. I think the original tale did not mention the tailed beasts but as with any folktale, it evolves as time goes on. I like to think it’s more of a lesson to be mindful of one’s power and not to abuse the power you’re given. Respect it.”

He nodded, he couldn’t help but agree with her. She bowed slightly to him as they reached the top of the stairs. “Thank you for keeping me company today, Naruto-san.”

He waved her off. “You don’t have to thank me, I really enjoyed it. It was really nice getting to know you better.” The woman nodded, her cheeks tinged pink. “Anyway, I’m going to grab some food, I’ll see you around.” He declared with a wave as he began jogging back down the stairs.

Mabui clutched the papers in her arms, her mind embattled with itself. She had thoroughly enjoyed the conversation and companionship. She hadn’t encountered someone so free and liberal with the way he spoke; other than Bee but all of his words came in form of a rap or rhyme.

Yet she felt part of her pull away, a caution against trusting outsiders and unknowns. A stigma perpetuated by her village as it prided itself in its security. The mindset being that if she consorted with him further, she would be putting not only herself at risk, but the village as a whole.

But that didn’t make sense, in nearly all the reports on him, spoke of how selfless he was. So that would make him less of a threat then, right? “Would you like some company?” She found herself calling out after him.

He stopped, turning, the light bouncing off his golden locks as he smiled. “I’d love company.”

She excused herself before disappearing into the Kage’s tower. Appearing a few minutes later sans her paperwork, a happy little smile on her face as she skipped down the stairs. “What would you like for dinner?” He asked her, his hands in his pockets.

She looked up to the evening sky, “I have an idea.” She said confidently before leading them off to dinner.

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“You should have seen the look on his face.” Naruto continued the story, pushing aside his empty plate. He was retelling the story of how Jiraiya had been caught peeping on the Land of Snow Princess. At this point in the story, he was fleeing from her personal guard detail and nearly caused a national incident because of it.

He couldn’t squelch the laughter bubbling from within as he tried imitating his face and running. Mabui laughing a little harder with each failed attempt.

“I would have never guessed that one of the legendary sannin was such a pervert.” She commented, catching her breath from all the laughing.

“Yeah, he definitely is but I love em anyway. He’s like a father to me.” He finished with a trailing laugh as he took a sip from his drink.

An interest flickered in her emerald eyes as she leaned against the table. “Speaking of that, what about your mother and father? You haven’t mentioned them much tonight.”

She watched his smile falter and immediately felt a pang of regret shoot through her, “They passed shortly after I was born, the night of the Kyuubi’s attack on Konoha.”

“I’m..I'm so sorry. I had no idea.” She chided herself for not being more cognizant, obviously losing herself in the earlier mood.

He shook his head. “It’s okay, you had no way of knowing.” His mind drifted back to Jiraiya, who had let the proverbial cat out of the bag years ago. He knew who both his parents were and of their sacrifice to seal the Kyuubi’s power inside of him.

She reached out placing her hand on his, giving him a reassuring squeeze. She felt her heart flutter, a pulse of something like energy shooting through. He was so warm to her touch, as if he had been standing next to a fire all evening. He rested his other hand on hers their eyes searching the other’s.

She could feel the heat in her cheeks, a yearning akin to an appetite echoing through her. Her heart a warm drum pounded in her ears as their faces drew closer. A flicker of heat ignited in her core, a deep wanton whispering to her seductively.

He pulled away abruptly as if pulling away from an open flame. She fought the confusing impulse to grab him and finish their kiss. Gods, she wanted that kiss so badly. She wanted to taste his lips, she just wanted him. She gave her head a stiff shake, unsure of the sudden compulsion tingling at the corners of her psyche. She shifted uncomfortably in her chair, feeling the heat between her legs begin to waiver.

She watched as Naruto waved down their waiter, handing him money and whispering something into his ear. The person nodded before disappearing into the back. “I had a great night. Thank you for joining me.” He said standing from the table.

Mabui followed suite, standing with him. “Oh, it was my pleasure, Naruto-san.”

“Just call me Naruto. I, uh, need to get back...Things. I have things that need. I need to do things. Important things. Anyway, I hope to see you again.” He said rather quickly, an uneasy smile on his face. Before she could interject, he was gone.

She walked out into the moonlight street, looking up to the moon. Wondering if it was something she did that could have unsettled him. She found her thoughts drifting back to their near kiss. She could still feel a tangible heat between them, an unspoken desire.

She felt her lips curl into a smile, the feeling of butterflies fluttering in her stomach. We’ll see one another again, Naruto, if I have anything to say about it.

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Naruto glanced at the smudged handwriting on the torn paper that had been shoved hastily under his hotel door. He was fairly certain it was his mentor’s handwriting, the dumb bastard didn’t wait for the ink to dry before shoving it under his door sometime this morning. He groaned in frustration standing outside the last of a series of shops he had visited, all sharing the only legible letters on the scrap of paper.

His search for the Toad Sage ended in failure. Frustrated, he threw his hands into the air, a stray gust of wind catching the note, tearing it from his fingers. He watched idly, the defeat settling on his shoulders as it drifted out into the canyon. Great. He thought unenthused, folding his arms on the railing.

His mind drifted back to Mabui from the night before. He felt bad for just bailing on her so quickly despite thoroughly enjoying her company. When she grabbed his hand, he had felt his heart race and his body respond in kind to hers. The all too familiar signs of his bond with the Kyuubi igniting inside him. He was positive if they had kissed then, there would be no way either would have been able to stop what came next.

He already found himself liking the woman. She was interesting and gorgeous to boot. He would prefer her interest to be in him, not because his chakra lured her in, like a moth to a flame. He supposed that there were countless others that would kill to be in his position. But god damned if he didn’t want to have the occasional challenge.

“Hey, you!” He heard a woman’s voice call out for what was probably third time. A person’s shadow cast over him.

“Eh?” He toned turning to see fierce amber eyes boring into his. A realization dawning on him that the woman who had been calling out was trying to get his attention this entire time. “Damn, yeah, you. Deaf bastard. Were you the one that saved Yugito?” The russet skinned woman asked rather pointedly, brushing her jagged apple red hair back over her shoulder. The red and white hilt of a sword appearing from behind her shoulder.

“She didn’t need saving, but yes, I was there.” He half defended his fellow jinchuriki.

The woman waved dismissively, “Sure, whatever. Name’s Karui. My team and I were wondering if you’d be up for a friendly sparring session.”

Naruto looked up to the sky. Are my prayers being answered now? He thought to himself. He could already feel his mood perk up at just the mention of training. It had been a hot minute since he’d actually had a good sparring session.

“That’d be great!” He exclaimed. She motioned him to follow her and so he did, to training platform #11 where her team waited.

A few minutes of traveling later, the two arrived at their destination. Karui landed first, followed shortly by Naruto. “This is Omoi.” She said gesturing to a fit young man with an equally dark complexion Karui. His white hair, short cropped and spiked. A short white stick dangling lazily from his mouth. Naruto spotted the handle of a sword jutting from behind the man’s shoulder.

“And this is our fearless leader, Samui.” She continued, gesturing the large-bosomed curvaceous woman with short cropped platinum blonde hair. Naruto felt like her eyes were analyzing, taking stock of his stats, stance, apparel. He had the immediate impression that she was deceivingly strong, he just wasn’t sure in what way.

Naruto held up his hand, greeting the trio, “Hey, I’m Naruto, pleased to meet you.”

Omoi adjusted the chalk white stick in his mouth, revealing it to be a lolipop of some kind before shoving it back in his mouth. “He’s the one that saved Yugito?” His incredulity palpable.

“So how’s this going down?” Naruto sidestepped the comment, stretching each of his arms in front of his chest.

“We’ll do some warm up spars, one on one before we heat things up. Maybe have ourselves a friendly wager?” She explained, an eager smile on her face as she gestured.

Naruto nodded, squatting low to the ground to stretch out his leg muscles. His mind began to wander, I wonder how strong they are. Am I going to get my ass kicked? Man I hope so, I could use a good workout.

Karui stepped forward, cracking her knuckles followed by her neck. Feeling her annoyance rest on her face as she watched a goofy smile stretch across his face. She pulled the sword from her back, “Ladies first.” She said before dashing forward.

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The platform rocked, the foundation that held it straining to hold it horizontal. Thankfully Kumo engineers weren’t slouches. Built to withstand incredible gales from storm along with some of the strongest ninjutsu they could imagine. The platform held and rocked back into its rightful position.

Karui and Omoi knocked from their feet. Karui gracefully bounced off her free hand, landing gracefully on her feet as the the cloud of dirt and dust engulfed the platform. Omoi on the other hand, tumbled backwards, landing on his face. He groaned shaking his head. The sudden absence of his candy causing a slight panic stabbing into him. As the cloud dissipated his eyes found his fallen lollipop, dirt caking its sticky exterior. He heaved a sad sigh for his fallen candy.

The dust settled, a shirtless, bruised and bloody Naruto kneeled over Samui. Sweat, dirt, and blood spattered him from head to toe. “You okay? I guess I put a bit too much power in that one.” He commented jovially, one hand scratching the back of his neck, the other offering her a hand up.

She stood with a stumble before righting herself. She leaned back popping her back in several places, her large breasts threatening to spill from their netted constraints. Omoi turned his head, his cheeks darkening as he sputtered coughing.

Samui swung back to a standing position, her torn top precariously close to giving way. Naruto found his eyes drawn to the tense arrangement, he was somewhat thankful that he had long given up any modesty or prudish sense long ago. He wasn’t sure if it was the various women he’d been with or the constant teasing from Jiraiya that dulled the very idea.

“You’ve got a bit of a wardrobe malfunction with the ladies there.” He said pointing at her large chest.

The woman looked down, “Ah, so I do.” She began adjusting her chest, unaware or uncaring of the attention she was receiving. Naruto pried his eyes away, taking a few deep breaths to quell the expanding arousal.

“Omoi, you act like you haven’t seen a pair of tits before. Get yourself together man!” Karui demanded, slapping him upside his head.

“Ow~Hey! I have, just not ones that big!” Which earned him another smack.

“That was dumb luck.” Karui pointed at Naruto accusingly.

Naruto looked at the various cuts and bruises, most of the cuts had begun their subtle healing but still. He was covered in wounds, he couldn’t imagine that he looked untouched. “Guess so…” He chuckled uneasily.

“Well let’s see how lucky you are! Double or nothing. you take us all on--” Karui started.

“I’m done, can’t fight like this.” Samui said casually, still working diligently to fix her top.

“You beat the two of us.” Karui corrected, nudging Omoi.

It was a tempting offer but their kenjutsu was incredibly tough alone, he could only imagine what it’d be like fighting them as a pair. He wasn’t even sure why he was entertaining the idea to begin with. His eyes drifted back over to the voluptuous woman as she continued working at her top. He was right to not underestimate her. The last fight taxed him and he wasn’t even sure that he could go again, let alone against two of them.

He could feel the smoldering sensation tickle across his skin as the Kyuubi’s chakra and his own continued to braid with one another. A sudden voracious urge trailed up his spine like a lit fuse, stopping him cold. It felt like his body had stalled before an unseen force kicked it back to life. He closed his eyes, searching through the complex colors and emotions that broiled within him.

“Nah, I’m good.” Omoi’s voice snapping Naruto out of his impromptu meditation. The man stood up, rubbing the back of his neck.

Samui had finished the makeshift repairs on her mesh undershirt. “Good luck Karui. See you around.” She said to the group, her icy blue eyes lingering on Naruto before she vanished in a cloud of smoke.

“Good fight man.” Omoi saluted to Naruto. “Karui, I’ll check ya later.” He nodded to the readhead before jumping from the platform. A lone wind whipped across the platform, as the two stood opposing one another.

She placed her hands defiantly on her hips. She was damned if she was going to lose a bet. She hated losing bets. She looked him over, trying to gauge what kind of fighting level he was at. She wasn’t sure if she could say he looked tired, but he looked tense. He looked like he was flexing in the shadow of another passing cloud, his entire body tense. Blotches of dirt and blood peppered his muscular frame.

“Offer still stands blondie, one more round. Winner takes all. You down?”

“Sure. You’re on.” He said breathlessly. The woman grinned, I’ve got this, she thought. Unwavering in her confidence.

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“Fuck, I don’t got this.” She groaned to herself, struggling to stand up, her blade embedded into the platform. Red motes of chakra flew from his body like sparks from a roaring fire. She had to admit, the guy was impressive with the level of chakra he had. She could almost taste it on the air during their fight, salty like an ocean and probably just as bottomless.

“Fine, you win.” She stood up, she knew when to accept defeat. Brushing herself off. “Come get your stupid money.” She grumbled, walking over to the cache stowed behind one of the larger rocks on the platform. Pulling the money from the stash, she looked back, a little surprised to see him still standing in the middle of the platform with his eyes closed.

She watched in slight awe as the visible flicker chakra subsided. He opened his eyes noticing her watching him. “You’re strong. Holy shit that was a tough fight.” He said rubbing his arms tenderly.

“Yeah, you’re a tough sonofabitch too.” She commented as he approached. She could feel a heat radiate from him even from several paces away. She gave him a passing look over, noticing his sculpted muscles, thick and defined, as if his body were engraved this way.

“I asked if you were alright.” His voice snapped her back from her mental meandering.

She nodded still sounding distracted. “Yeah, yeah. Hey.. you have anything planned after this?” She asked taking couple lazy steps toward him.

He cocked an eyebrow, shaking his head. “Not really.” He wasn’t sure where this was going and as she came closer, he found increasing difficulty in suppressing the expanding energy. Like trying to capture a storm in a pot. He took an involuntary step back, the pressure was jarring and he didn’t think he could hold it off if this continued.

Her amber eyes locking with his, a grin slowly worked across her features as she closed the distance in a breath. “I’ve got another challenge for you.” She pressed her body against his, running her hand down his muscular stomach to rest about the bulge in his pants. “If you’re game.”

Unable to contain it, the energy flowed through him like a flooding river overtaking the ridge of a damn. Drowning out the tiny voice of reason that tried pointing out that this was probably not a good idea. “What kind of person would I be if I turned down another friendly challenge?” He said a hushed tone.

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Naruto could hear the sound of the door clicking behind them, her apartment bathed in darkness. She brushed past the faint shuffling of clothing. “I really need to wash off all this dirt…” She complained in a way that made it sound more like an invitation.

A light at the end of the hallway dimly illuminated a path before him, Karui’s silhouette painted against the light backdrop. He could see her outline looking in his direction before she disappeared from the doorway, the sound of the shower coming to life.

He worked his way down the hallway, removing the remainder of his clothes as he went. He rounded the corner to see Karui finishing removing her chest binding, revealing her ample breasts. He briefly wondered if most kunoichi in cloud bound themselves. An image of Samui quickly flashing through his mind, shattering that idea.

His eyes traced up her smooth russet colored legs, the delicious curve of her shapely ass, across her firm core, up to her grapefruit sized breasts. “Enjoying the view?” She coyly asked.

“Very.” He said, closing the distance between them, kissing her fully on the lips, drawing her strong body against his.

She gently pushed him away before disappearing into the steam. He followed her in, seeing her hold a bottle of soap in one hand and a luffa in another. “You wash my back, I wash yours?”

He grinned. “Sure.” Taking the soap soaked luffa, he began performing the tantalizing task of ensuring she was thoroughly lathered. She gave a satisfied moan as he moved across her neck, over her shoulders, and down her arms with a diligent focus that only further her excitement.

He rested the plush instrument over her prominent core muscles, feeling them flex reactively under his touch as he criss-crossed across her stomach. Venturing up, he began drawing long lazy circles across her perky breasts, slowly working his way towards their centers.

She pressed against him, strong and sturdy, like a beam made of limestone. She craned her neck, taking the opportunity taste him, their tongues greeting one another. She could taste the hint of dirt and blood, an overpowering lust behind each lash of his tongue. A moan tumbling from her mouth to his.

He discarded the luffa, taking a more direct approach, massaging the soap into her supple breasts, kneading them together while tweaking her deliciously darker nipples.

She slid up and down his solid frame, their grinding bodies frothing the soap more and more as she ground against his hard body. His touch felt electric against her skin, a lingering tingling sensation dancing over her entire body.

She shifted, slowly stroking his thick soapy cock in her hand. Thoroughly enjoying feeling his muscles tense beneath her touch, rewarded with a low groan rumbling from his throat. Her quickening strokes drawing some of his attention away from her tits.

“Aww, can the stud not focus while getting his cock stroked.” She challenged him in a purr. He growled low pinching her nipples harder. She winced, surprised at feeling her own arousal climb several flights in a single bound. That’s new. She thought absentmindedly as reveled in his rough manipulations. A frothy hand sliding down her toned stomach to before resting on her clit.

She leaned into his touch moaning as his fingers flit back and forth across her clit in rapid succession, playing her like an instrument. She considered this an unspoken challenge, gripping his cock tighter in her hand, pumping faster now. You’re going to come before me if I have anything to say about it. She thought with a grin. His groans almost in tempo with her stroke, which only exalted her further.

“That’s right baby, you know you want to come. Just come for me.” She purred provocatively. She hadn’t encountered a man that could resist dirty talk and she was fairly sure he wasn’t going to be her first.

If she had thought it was possible, she would accused him of casting some jutsu without seals. A tingle of electricity like an inkblot from her clit, spreading over her body. It was surreal to feel her pussy clenching, her core squeezing into a knot, reacting to the thrum of energy. “Ho fuck.” She cried out, unable to control her body, her orgasm practically being summoned from her depths.

“Ngh, Ah. AH. OH FUCK~” She leaned back against his solid frame, her free hand smacking against the shower side. “Oh god.” She gasped, struggling to catch her breath. A resonating wave of pleasure rippling through her base like an earthquake. She fought to keep her legs from shaking as an aftershock whispered through her. “Damn those are some magic fingers.” She breathed.

He grinned. “I win.” His lips smashing against hers. He could taste her wanton, smell her scent beneath the perfumed soap. It was driving him up the wall.

She turned, wrapping her arms around his neck, resting on his sturdy shoulders. She could feel his big dick twitch against her inner thighs. She grinned, pulling away from the kiss, drinking in his ocean blue eyes. “I guess I need to give you a proper reward then.”

He watched her with a hungry anticipation as she slowly sank to her knees, the water now cascading over down her head. Her beautiful amber eyes staring up at him with a lusty haze to them.

She eyed his meaty dick eagerly as she rinsed him off. God damn, this fucker is huge. She thought as she licked her lips before slipping him past them. An unexpected taste tickled her taste buds. The typical bitter taste absent, instead an encompassing almost savory taste enticed her to continue tasting him.

Her logical restraints lost in the intoxicating mixture, her mind meandering, unable to pinpoint why she tasted a cacophony of flavors that compelled her to keep going until she tasted what was at the end of the proverbial rainbow.

Naruto groaned, basking in the warmth of her mouth as her tongue worked its way hungrily around his cock. He rested his hand on the back of her head, gradually guiding her back and forth along his length.

She considered stopping him but it felt so hot to have someone else control her for once. Most men just let her dominate the situation. She relished in the heat of his thick cock in her mouth, feeling her stomach knitting together from her own roaring arousal. She slipped her hand down to her snatch, her fingers grinding in rhythm against her clit as she took him in.

He felt the vibration of her moans through his cock. “Take me all the way in.” He requested in a groan. He felt lost in her amber eyes, watching her pull him further into her mouth. She pulled back, her stare never wavering while she sucked on the head for a few beats before thrusting him all the way in.

He lost his breath, feeling his muscles tighten as if they were going to burst from his body, “Fuck. Karui. That’s so good!” He nearly yelled. Her throat squeezing against his thick cock. He could feel the edge of his own orgasm, a canyon with no floor. Peering at it through soulful golden eyes looking up at him.

She pulled him nearly all the way out again before driving him back to the hilt against her lips. She felt his grip tighten. “Fuck. I’m going to come.” She could almost taste the his orgasm before he came as he pulled her against him faster. She could feel her lungs burn in her chest, her eyes flitting up and back, yet she couldn’t find strength to care, the heat and passion of the moment practically blinding. “Fuck. I’m coming. I’m coming.” He cried out cradling her head against his pelvis.

She felt him swell inside her mouth before unleashing a torrent of jizz the short distance into her stomach. The feeling of his hot cum splashing into her stomach coupled with her own ministrations brought her own climax to a deafening conclusion. She cried into his thick cock, feeling him jettison load after load of himself into her.

She felt high. She wasn’t sure if it was from the lack of oxygen, her orgasm or his. A jubilation she hadn’t experienced before carried her. Her belly felt so warm, like she had just had a full meal. She pulled him from her throat to stave off the impending darkness that threatened to consume her.

Her taste buds immediately responding to his taste compelling her to continue drinking as much of him as he would allow. Working her tongue, her free hand continued stroking to milk him. Her head was swam in delirious bliss. She pulled his thick cock from her mouth with a pop, smacking her lips, bringing his member back to her mouth to finish licking his dick clean from the glistening sauce.

She peered up into his eyes, their magenta hue almost entrancing. Her mind drifted, her hand casually stroking his cock, his lips clashed against hers. She found herself being drawn from the shower, slamming her lover into the hallway walls as they moved down the hallway. Her attempts to consume him thwarted at every other turn as he drove her into the opposing wall. The two eventually making their way to her bedroom.

She threw him forcefully onto the bed, diving on top of him, her lips on his. Her hand searched between their legs impetuously, desperately looking for her prize. It wasn’t long before she found it, gripping his thick cock and stroking him for good measure before she slid him inside of her.

She bit her lower lip, stifling a small cry, his dick stretching her beyond what she’d imagined. “Damn, you hung bastard.” She hissed at him, almost accusatory. Lifting herself back up, she paused before working him deeper in, eventually feeling him hit the end. Like hitting a button, a throaty moan spilled from her throat. “Oh fuck baby.”

She reveled in heat that coiled around her with each drive against his thick cock. Surge after surge of electricity lacing through her. Galvanizing from within, as she drove against him, she couldn’t help but cry out, feeling the reverberation shaking her very core. “OH FUCK NARUTO” She screamed, her entire body threatening to snap as all her muscles pulled tight. Her orgrasm, a demon threatening to consume her as she gushed over her lover’s cock.

She looked down to see his unwavering magenta eyes boring through her. She wasn’t sure if it was the maelstrom she saw in them or the roaring fire of lust that beckoned her to continue. Wisps of red flying from Naruto’s body, licking over hers. Her head swam, drunk on the lust that seemed to permeate the room. If her orgasm had physical form, it would be a pool. Waist deep waves attempting to sweep her off her feet.

She continued rocking of her body against his muscular frame, leaning against his chiseled abs. Each bucking movement causing this pool to ebb and flow. Her cries a a symphony of their escalating passion that engulfed the room.

Before she could cry out in protest, they were up from the bed, Naruto cupping her ass in his hands, her legs draped over his swollen biceps. She felt him drive into her at a fevered pitch, her moans punctuating the sounds of their sex, her mind drifting further from the surface. An echo of pleasure sprang as he slammed against her cervix.

The waves came higher, threatening to draw her under. She cried out as another orgasm ripped through, feeling her pussy grip him as if to draw him further in. Her body was on fire and there was little she could do to quench the flame. She felt the repetitive dull thud of her back hitting the wall of her bedroom. Her mind struggling to grasp anything beyond fire springing from her cunt. The maw of darkness began to close and she welcomed it, if only to escape this whirlpool of an orgasm that threatened to drown her into madness.

“Ungh, fuuuuuck~!” She groaned, feeling the smooth tile from her kitchen against her cheek. She could almost hear the dim echo of fatigue drowned out by the swashing tide of another orgasm, her cunt tightening reflexively around the her partner’s impressive cock. Like staring at a tsunami wave, the impending calamity stampeding at her.

She screamed, feeling the rumble of her lover groan and slam into her. Her accepting snatch filling with his seed. The roar of sensations brought the wave upon her as she cried out one final time before succumbing to it.

Naruto buried himself as deep as he would go. His mind treading above his own torrent, trying to grip onto any logical thought but failing.This euphoria of a whirlpool emotions and sensations tore him from the weak grip he had on his own consciousness. All he could do is tumble in the cyclonic abyss that waited below.

He stared at her voluptuous ass, feeling another pulse empty into her. Whatever this was, felt so good. He couldn’t stop himself. His mind fatigued fighting the current, the darkness in the center so inviting. His mind drifted between the emotions, thrilling, exciting, invigorating, terrified. He held his breath as he disappeared into the waves.

He rolled his shoulders, a renewed vigor pumped through his veins. His crimson eyes drank her in before he rolled her onto her side, draping a leg over his shoulder as he began driving into her again. By the end of the night, he would thoroughly ensure she was filled up.

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Oh god, my fucking head. Naruto thought feeling the ache of his body, a thick mental fog packed his skull to capacity. He felt drained, as if he had trained for a week with an army of shadow clones, nonstop. He stood shakily, stretching his sore muscles. A pit opened in his stomach as his brain caught up with the view before him, the onslaught from the night before finally clarified.

Karui wasn’t in view so he had to investigate to ensure she was okay. As he walked down the hallway, he noted the mint spiderwebbed cracks in the drywall from their passionate spar. Coming upon the bedroom, he saw the mattress moved free from its frame, resting haphazardly on the floor.

He winced at the new makeshift ‘door’ as he would call it, leading from the bedroom to the kitchen, a few feet from where the bed frame was.

He could remember what he thought was most of the night. Yet at some point it just blurred together, thick in a haze that felt like he was trying to peer through frosted glass.

He noted their sexual dribble, following its trail until he found Karui, laying in a chair that was resting on its back. He knelt by her side, a cursory look over easing his concerns, she appeared to be okay. He reached to wake her, but she groaned happily, a small smile on her face as she rolled over.

He quietly grabbed a sheet from her bed and laid it across her. Looking at the mess they’d made, he figured it would probably be best not to be here when she woke up. He wrote a brief note, laying it atop her kitchen countertop before gathering his things. He made a series of seals, two small thumps in a layer of smoke and Naruto had vanished from the room.

=== END - Chapter 3 - When Lightning Strikes ===
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