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Of Jinchuriki and Uzumaki	By : c0p13r Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 50072 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Keeps Getting Harder…
(this title is in reference to me coming up with titles…)
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            Kizashi pushed himself out of his robes, the sweat stifling in the heat of the sex-ridden room. He caught the redhead by the waist; she remained on all fours in front of him, her dress shoved up over her naked ass, letting him view his cock entering and retreating from her snatch. “Ah! Kushina-chan!” He bowed over her, hands greedily coming around to support the flounder of her tits. He smacked harder and harder into her, driven by lustful need. He would not pull out. He would not pull out!
            The bed beneath them creaked and strained with the force of their passion. Its owner would be disheartened to find it broken from their romp, but Kizashi gave little regard to such matters. All that mattered to him was plowing the cute little redhead who hadn’t aged a day since last he saw her.
            “Kizashi-kun!” came Kushina’s cry, droplets sparkling as they flew from her face as her body arched. She clamped around him, her muscles stiffening and seizing her motion. It was up to him to complete the task.
            “No,” he wheezed before correcting her, “It’s –san! Kizashi-san!” The amended name barely made it past her lips and to his ear before he stalled, the sound of his name moaned with her voice undoing all reservation. He swore he would not pull out, but just a bit of clarity knew that the wise thing to do would be to retract and pour his release over her thigh.
            Emptied but satisfied, Kushina set her face against the bed sheets, lazily gazing back at her lover. “You were so vigorous today,” she panted, “Kizashi-kun.”
            “We met up this morning. I could barely stay off.” Kizashi braced on one arm as he caught his breath. “You certainly know how to drain me and my wallet,” he breathlessly joked, his eyes glancing briefly to the cash he had given in exchange for the service.
            But the transaction was complete, and the Jutsu was undone. The bed creaked like a boulder had suddenly rolled upon it. Kushina was gone, her image evaporated in a plume of smoke. In her place was none other than Akimichi Choji’s mom, leaning on her fat elbow, observing the puddle Kizashi had left on her. She moved, her rolls shifting as she drew a lazy circle with his cum.
            When she was exposed, Kizashi had a much harder time facing himself. Pining after Kushina while still married was one thing, but resorting to prostitution with a sow of a woman who was willing to transform into the woman of his lust just felt downright low. He’d once thought of propositioning Shikaku’s widow, but her ethics were not lax like Choza’s wife.
            “I guess I better get going,” Kizashi stammered, refusing to look behind him. He swallowed hard. It felt like a hungry hippo was eyeing his back, but he had to keep cool. “My wife will wonder…”
            The door swung open, and in the doorway stood Choza, blocking the exit with his bulking frame. He stared hard at Kizashi. “How was it?” he asked lowly, and then suddenly brightened, hands clasping and rubbing over one another like an elated salesman. “Surely Buta-chan was worth your time. At a discounted price, you can go again, Kizashi-sama!”
            The awkwardness of dealing with her husband after every go was off-putting as well. Who knew Choza would be okay with pimping out his wife? But they had to afford their meals somehow, and the lack of ninja missions certainly was felt by ninja.
            “I better get going,” Kizashi repeated, nervously squeezing by Choza who watched with his gleaming grin.
~~~At the Haruno household a few minutes earlier~~~
            “The hero of Konoha certainly has been coming by here often,” Mebuki playfully chided after opening the front door and finding Naruto waiting excitedly on the porch. He snickered bashfully, taking his usual aloof pose by cradling the back of his head and bending a foot inward. Of course he was there for her daughter; Mebuki knew all about the crush he had on her, and lately, Sakura seemed to have swayed from her interest in Sasuke.
            Well, for a time, at least… When Naruto asked for her daughter, Mebuki’s warm smile slackened. “Oh, Naruto, I’m sorry but she’s not here.” Naruto blinked, picking up on the cues in her voice. Something was off, and it was at the very least uncomfortable for her to tell him that Sasuke was due back to the village today.
            Naruto at least had the manners to thank her before rushing away. He gritted his teeth as he sped across the rooftops, the orange flicker of Kurama’s power shooting out of him. Resonating with his emotions, his Chakra had to be consciously in check; otherwise, he’d bolt to where Sakura was – no doubt Team Seven’s old training grounds – and possibly collide with her at breakneck speeds! He had to take his time for a variety of reasons! Safety, damage control – he could take the roof off of any of these houses or shops! – and planning.
            Really, what was he to do if Sasuke was there already? Naruto had just barely smacked enough sense into him to bring him back to the fold of Konoha; he didn’t want to risk that prize over sex with Sakura. Well, more than sex… Maybe… … The whole relationship, he’d admit, was complicated! They were not an item. Sakura told him that many times, before, after, and during sex; during was always either the biggest mood killer or Viagra. Her heart was set on Sasuke, but Naruto felt that he could sway her to him. After all, he never went back on his word, and he had pledged himself to her.
            Dirt roads underneath his feet now… His sandals kicked up a cloud behind his frantic pace. He could run and run until he had Sakura swept up in his arms, if not for…
            WHMPH!!
            Naruto had been in too much of a rush to notice where he was: the Hyuga household. And none other than buxom heiress Hinata had just stepped into his path, dazed and distracted; you could tell. Never part of any crowd because her head was up on some cloud. No denying she was a funny girl, that Hinata.
            Acceleration was one thing, but reaction time was another; before Hinata could absorb the impact with her body and fall, Naruto immediately reached around and braced her in, perhaps, the most awkward position possible: she had rotated, her back facing him while she doubled over his arms hugging her midsection, his hips jutting against her rear.
            “Ah!” Naruto quaked and blushed. “S-Sorry, Hinata!” Quickly, before her opaque eyes could turn to him, he straightened her and went the extra mile of courtesy – and needlessness – to dust her off. “I… kinda lost sight of where I was going.”
            Hinata, barely getting over the shocking run-in, immediately drew into herself. Her face turned pink as all events replayed from a third person perspective. She stepped away, steam seemingly seeping out of her ears as her eyes ducked behind her bangs. He was holding me… like that! “It’s… it’s alright, Naruto-kun,” she said, her timid smile pushing through the heat of embarrassment. “I should have checked before walking out. Um… I was distracted.”
            “Yeah, so was I!” Naruto laughed, his tension momentarily forgotten. He could break, chat for a bit, but when he mentioned that he was going somewhere to meet Sasuke, he suddenly remembered why he was going! Flustered, legs lifting high as he stomped in place, he made a quick excuse to his exit.
            But while the two awkwards fumbled with each other, Hiashi’s diligent gaze was upon them. Hinata’s father and head of the esteemed Hyuga, he had become a man of concern. The death of his nephew, his twin’s only child, weighed on his heart. The brief reunion with Hizashi had not lasted long, but the pangs still were felt. Now Hiashi viewed his children differently than before, for they were the future, they were what would be left of him when he died. And what would be left behind?
            His eldest’s affections for Naruto, now the hero of Konoha and champion of the ninja world, were no secret. She had made her moves, and Naruto was perhaps too clumsy to reciprocate. Despite surviving a war, they were too young to deal with the raw emotion Hinata had poured out to him.
            In time, he may figure out what to do, but Hiashi could see. Like Neji, he was not blind; he used his eyes to decipher body language, and Naruto’s haste was not excited urgency. Hiashi’s solemn features creased downward. The haste was for a girl; the intimacy with one, at least. Obvious clues were there, but Hinata, eyes always downcast, would not see.
            Uzumaki Naruto; there was a fine man to be wed into the Hyuga clan, a name to bolster their status. But Hinata’s bashfulness would be her undoing; she would not stand up and fight for him if another girl was in the picture.
            A pity, Hiashi thought as Naruto took off. A pity that a hero of such claim would be wasted on the bargain-dealing Haruno clan…
            “Onee-san! Wait!”
            Hiashi felt his younger daughter pass by him, hurriedly tugging on her sandals and flopping down the steps of the manor. With both feet on the ground, she turned and waved to her dad with a bright smile. “Bye, Father! We’re going to train!”
            Hiashi folded his arms into his kimono’s sleeves and gave a subtle, regal nod. Hanabi, he thought, was a very strong girl…
~~~
            Perhaps it was Naruto’s ability to sense a person, or maybe Team Seven’s habits were engrained in each of their behaviors, for the old training ground was exactly where Naruto found Sakura. She wasn’t out in the open, of course! A guy like Sasuke didn’t want a woman who was needy and impatient! He wanted a woman who would saunter in minutes after his own arrival, nonchalant about keeping him waiting, her face pristine and beautiful without the aid of makeup.
            “Dammit,” hissed Sakura as she dabbed makeup on her face, trying to blend it into her features. It was so difficult to make it seem like she wasn’t wearing any, that the glossiness of her lips, the blush of her cheeks and the intensity of her eyes were all natural. She applied so little that it would’ve been less of a hassle to not put anything at all, but such was the enigma and struggle of women.
            She didn’t even bother to notice Naruto until he was standing right behind her. The combination of a tree and bush hid them, but she would still see when Sasuke arrived. As long as she timed it right, she felt fairly certain that he’d ask her out on another of his glorious, infamous five-minute-long dates. She once heard that Ino had caught him for six minutes! Sakura was going to be certain not to lose to a girl who couldn’t choose between Sasuke and a Sasuke lookalike.
            “Sakura-chan!”
            “Aiye!” The lip gloss veered off course and streaked her cheek with glittering pink. The compact mirror she held in front of her showed her the disaster, and a moment of shock and dread was all Naruto was allotted to realize his error; already, he sensed the swell of anger filling the vacuum of expression on her face. “Na-Ru-To!” Every syllable, dripping with fiery rage!
            Knowing that a concussion usually followed the turn of a devil, Naruto retreated a dozen feet, apologizing profusely. “I didn’t mean to scare you, tebayo!”
            Sakura’s knuckles cracked in her fist, her body moving mechanically, like a doll possessed of a furious demon. The streak of her lip gloss lost all humor to him, where he would usually have to stifle a snicker from the look. Again, she sounded out his name.
            “Please, Sakura-chan! I… I…!”
            Sakura was upon him, fist lifted and ready to cave in his skull. Naruto quivered as the fist came down. Thank Chakra for Kurama’s speed enhancement, for Sakura’s fist ducked through a blip of orange Chakra instead of bone and brain matter. She staggered from the force of her downward swing, not expecting Naruto to use Biju powers. She felt, for the briefest instant, something brush against her cheek; if she checked in the mirror, she’d see that the glossy smudge had been taken care of.
            She spun around and saw the cloak of Kurama dissipate from a grinning Naruto. “I wanted to see you,” he said, crouching like a monkey defying gravity on a tree branch.
            Hatred evaporating like his Chakra outfit, Sakura’s eyes regarded him more with annoyance than murderous intent. “I’m here for something else,” she said, turning her head from him. He should just go back home to his mom, but he never let things be so simple. The moment she turned away, he had appeared behind her, hands greedy for her breasts. Such audacity would earn a man a kick to the groin; Sakura’s instinct had been dulled by active intercourse with Naruto. She stared down at the hands gripping her small breasts with some apprehension.
            “Naruto,” she grumbled, “what are you…?” She clamped up when Naruto jabbed her butt with his erection.
            “Sakura-chan,” he wheezed hotly in her ear. His hands clutched her shoulder and waist, keeping her against him. He sounded… needy, desperate even. “I… I want to be with you again.”
            “We just… Yesterday!” Sakura stammered when his audacious hand crept to the gap of her thighs. His fingertips rubbed zealously to turn her knees weak, legs to jelly. “S-stop! Sasuke-kun could show up!” She didn’t see the deepening of Naruto’s scowl behind her.
            Naruto couldn’t explain it. He had been more or less insatiable since their first time, his Jinchuriki stamina translating over to sexual prowess, yet once in a while had been enough for him. And then his mom was returned from the dead and lived with him, and since then, since the end of the war and the start of life with a parent, he rarely could think of an instance when he didn’t need relief! Worse yet, he’d hate to admit, those feelings were strongest during prolonged stays with his mom.
            Now, also hating to admit it, he felt that Sakura was his only source of outlet; masturbation left a sense of unfulfillment.
            “We can’t,” Sakura told him, pulling away only to be drawn back against him, his lips at the nape of her neck. Her hand was drawn back, and Naruto helped her make a fist around his dick.
            “Sakura?”
            She almost screamed. It was him! Sasuke-kun! He was here! And she was holding Naruto’s penis! Lucky for them… for her, as Naruto wouldn’t have cared if Sasuke saw him messing around with Sakura… they had the cover of the tree and bush.
            Plan shot to hell, Sakura couldn’t let Sasuke wait until she felt it time to walk onto the scene. If she allotted Naruto any time, he’d somehow talk her into taking his cock one more time before she chanced Sasuke.
            “Let go!” But Naruto, whining, kept her hand locked. Maybe he thought, if Sasuke saw their depravity, Sakura would give up all hope.
            Sasuke, heard by the crunch of grass beneath his feet, peered around the tree and found his two teammates, Naruto standing close behind Sakura who was apparently forcing a smile for him and had both hands behind her back. She seemed to be fumbling with something, and Naruto’s face twitched a bit. Was that spittle? Sasuke disregarded it. “Naruto too? Did you tell him to come?”
            Sakura shook her head, laughing at the mere suggestion to distract him while trying to stuff Naruto’s cock back into his pants. “No, no! This idiot just showed up on his own!” she told Sasuke, making Naruto’s shoulders slump, his cock finally waning enough for her to smash it back through his zipper; he swallowed a cry of pain. Out of the danger of being discovered, Sakura strode forward to Sasuke, waving her hands in front of her chest. “He was just leaving. So we can… um… catch up.” She blushed. She didn’t need the makeup for that. “I’d really love to hear about what you’ve been doing.” The hand that had recently been coiled around Naruto’s dick now took Sasuke’s hand. “You know… like…” She turned beet-red, her head ducking between her tensing shoulders. “A date…?”
            “Do you want to come, Naruto?” Sasuke asked, out-speaking the last word of Sakura’s sentence, thinking that she had finished talking.
            Naruto, though always up to spend time with the team, felt it in poor taste. For one thing, he had just been chasing after Sakura after bedding her the previous day, and for another, his erection hadn’t gone away yet. It was a wonder that Sasuke’s Rinnegan didn’t perceive the obvious bulge. Then again… the whole setup of the Rinnegan was kinda unclear. Like… what does it do exactly? Was it like the Byakugan? Or…
            “No,” Naruto declined, wisely turning all the way around so that his point was going south. “I have… stuff to do.” He looked at Sakura, and she looked away. He cracked a smile, despite the hurt in his gut. “See ya, Sakura-chan.” He took off before she could say anything to him.
            It was a pain itself to leave his best friend with his biggest crush, but Naruto – despite his childlike antics – knew when to make an exit. If he stayed, all he was in store for was trying to get Sakura’s attention while she tried to get Sasuke’s while he remained oblivious and dry. Also, if he stayed, making the twosome a threesome, his boner would also stay. Somehow, he had to take care of it.
            He groaned, casting his eyes skyward. The only one waiting at home was his mom, and… well… what could she do about that? He shook his head as if to banish the very notion from thought and recollection. His mom was a beauty, no doubt about it, but that was a beauty a boy shouldn’t thoroughly appreciate… A twitch of his cock disagreed.
            Walking down the path seemed to be a task that Naruto had not fully mastered, as he once again almost came into a collision. And with another Hyuga, no less! Hinata’s younger sister was running down the path, her face shimmering with a sheen of sweat. She could have avoided Naruto on her warm-up sprint back-and-forth in front of the Hyuga estate, but she didn’t sway, determined to stay on her own course. She compensated for Naruto’s lack of concentration by leaping over his head, little care for the fact that his eyes were trained upward and therefore saw right up her skirt when she lunged above him and passed in his line of sight. Traditional fundoshi?!
            Naruto yelled in shock, stumbling around as he recovered from the unintentional flash. Hanabi landed perfectly on her bare feet, her ponytail falling gracefully down her back. Exhaling smoothing, she pivoted and faced Naruto with a smile. He stared at her wide-eyed. Though it might not have seemed like a big deal, even to her, he was shocked to have seen up her bare legs to her underwear. After Sakura-chan, she was now the second he had seen intimately! (The women he peeped on in the hot springs didn’t count…)
            “Hi, Naruto!”
            Naruto, blinking back to his senses and now trying to block out the image of her underwear, smiled back. “Hey, Hanabi-chan.”
            She grinned, bending toward him, looking at him from an angle. “Are you looking for my sister? She already went to the Team Eight training grounds. She’s all alone there. Kiba and Shino are too busy, but she wanted a training partner. I’m not done with my warmup, though.” She was smiling slyly by the end.
            It wasn’t the first time Naruto had this subtle encouragement – though he never took it – but considering his current situation, he didn’t think it was a good idea to think of Hinata, his no-longer-secret admirer, working out in her new outfit; the accentuation of her breasts, the height of her shorts… He didn’t mean or want to, but he groaned out loud from the tension of his cock. “Um… Maybe not right now, Hanabi-chan.” He resisted the urge to fold his legs together to try to hide his erection.
            Hanabi was not as gifted as her father or Neji, but she at least had some skill noticing the body language of another. And almost immediately, she saw the bulge pointing at her. Instead of recoiling, she peered closer at it. “What’s that…?”
            “See ya, Hanabi-chan!” Naruto sounded panicked and left no moment for the girl to observe him a moment longer. He couldn’t let Hinata’s little sister see it, this disgrace that he couldn’t seem to control.
            As Naruto rushed down the path, he failed to notice the wizened head Hyuga watching him closely, wheels and cogs turning in his head…
~~~
            Home again… Naruto hated to think that this is where he needed to go when his cock was stubborn. But maybe his mom was gone. Maybe he’d have the privacy he normally resented when she was gone…
            The door being locked was surprising, but he had the key hidden above the doorframe. He poked his head in and looked around. Nothing cooking in the kitchen… Was he alone? He stepped in and locked the door behind him. Still no sign of his mom…
            Maybe she was gone shopping, or was hanging out with one of the other moms that she connected with! Dammit! The pain of his hard-on needed taking care of, and undoing his zipper and freeing it was a wonderful start. “Gotta do it fast, ‘tebayo,” he grumbled, gripping his hard dick and giving it a few courtesy pumps to expel the excess goo. He walked into the bedroom, saying, “I’ll do it on the bed.”
            But the bed was occupied already… by a very naked Kushina rubbing lotion onto her freshly-showered body. Her right leg was lifted onto the edge of the bed, and Naruto’s eyes immediately fixed onto the gash crowned with red curls. And though her crotch was clearly the focus, one breast – the other mashed against her risen knee – was also a point of interest that Naruto could not ignore. Swollen B-cups, pink nipples, weight and sensuous curves…
            “Naruto!” Kushina threw her arms over her lady parts, her face flaring red, trying not to notice the fleshy shaft arching out between his zipper’s teeth. “Get out, tebane!”
            “Sorry, ‘tebayo!”
            He wheeled with such speed, it was a shock that he hadn’t donned Kurama’s Chakra! The door was slammed hard enough that the plaster around the frame cracked a little. Naruto, back against the door, wheezed and panted. Like his mom, he sported the color of her hair on his face. And the only thing thumping as fast as his heart was his cock… seconds before it began to spout white.
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