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The Red Spiral	By : YamiWriter Category: Naruto > General Views: 47331 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Well let's get this out of the way. I considered writing a scene with Shizuka here, but since she's already involved in Sensei-kun, I skipped it. Still enough around for me to write with. Now the second POV of this chapter is a bit long, but I think you'll like what follows in it. Once more I remind you all: Yami Naruto in this story is not a 'hero'. He's the main character and I've clearly shown in the last chapter he's not shy of falling into the lowest of depths to do whatever he wants. Reader discretion is advised.
He eagerly watched as the shuriken flew towards the boy. With grace he danced his way around them all. To inferior eyes it would seem everything happened in a blur. One moment he was there, the next he wasn't, but Orochimaru had lived long enough, garnered enough skill to see through someone's very soul. The boy jumped when the first wave came, swerving his limbs, neck, torso, to evade every single, sharp, steel instrument of mortal injury that were aimed at him. He hung midair, twisting and bending like a snake with a kunai in each hand to deflect the ones he could not dodge. And then it stopped as the rain of weapons died down. The boy stood with his eyes closed and slowly opened them.
Orochimaru felt something inside him shiver as he saw those two lovely red eyes. His soul giggled at the sight of the Sharingan. Sasuke walked towards him and he had to admire the boy's resolve. Nine months had passed since the young Uchiha had arrived here, draped with blood, and each passing day made Orochimaru realize more what a grand prospect he'd made in choosing Sasuke as his next host. It was a real shame how destiny had robbed him of getting the Uchiha's body earlier, but time was something no one could win against.
"You're interfering in my training," the boy told him. He'd grown taller these last few months, stronger too, becoming more well-versed in the Curse's power.
"Hardly, my dear boy," Orochimaru giggled a bit as Sasuke Uchiha shot him a look of annoyance. "I was simply admiring your training session."
"You can do that through the cameras."
"I prefer to look at such handiwork from a more intimate distance."
"Everything you say manages to disgust me." Orochimaru had to laugh at that. Sasuke Uchiha for all his desires for vengeance was still a boy at heart, and he oft remembered that when they talked. "What do you want?"
"Come with me," Orochimaru headed for the door as the boy followed him. "You've been growing stronger since you arrived. Quickly too."
"Not fast enough," the Uchiha told him as they were in the hallway of this particular base. "I've yet to beat you one-on-one."
"With time, experience and more training, you'll get there soon, Sasuke." Orochimaru reassured him. He was surprised the boy challenged him so quickly after arriving, but he relented. He wanted to gauge the young one's powers and he did not disappoint. However, Sasuke Uchiha, with skills far too good for someone his age, was still not ready to face someone like him one-on-one. Let alone Itachi Uchiha. That helped him rub it in the boy's face. More incentive for Sasuke to listen to him and do as instructed. Orochimaru knew that the largest struggle would be after he helped the Avenger achieve his vengeance, but he had a plan for that too.
"Hn." Sasuke grunted at those words and the pair walked to the main room where Kabuto was seen sitting by a desk, writing something. Sasuke walked ahead, standing by the former Konoha shinobi. "Kabuto."
"Sasuke," the medic-nin smiled, greeting the boy. "How'd the training session go? Great as usual?"
"The shuriken. They need to be shot faster."
"Well, sadly those things can't go any faster than the mechanical limits they have," Kabuto adjusted his glasses. "Perhaps you should slow down a bit." Sasuke Uchiha did not like that, instead of saying something passive aggressive as usual, the boy looked to him.
"You better have a good reason to drag me out of training for."
"I do. In fact, I daresay you'll be delighted after finding out why. Kabuto, if you will." Dutifully the boy did as he was told as he went to the head table. Removing the cloth, Orochimaru saw how Sasuke's eyes focused on the object. Something specially crafted for the Uchiha; a tad bit larger than most of its contemporaries, the weapon had a black hilt and scabbard as the boy moved towards it. He took it into his hands and unsheathed the blade, and swung it around, testing the weight.
"That chokuto was made with you in mind, Sasuke," Orochimaru said as the boy slashed into the air. "The steel was forged from chakra inducing metal. Your former teacher, Kakashi, was quite adept with infusing lightning with his weapons. I'm sure you can go further beyond that." And then Sasuke spun on his heel, forming an arc as the blade aimed for Orochimaru's neck. Kabuto, of course, blocked the blade with a kunai as the sharp edge of the steel was inches away from his face.
"I'll need more time to practice with this."
"Of course," Orochimaru smiled as the boy took the weapon and headed out of the room. More determined than ever. "He's quite excited, isn't he?"
"We all have our goals in life and we react to them in our own way, Lord Orochimaru." Kabuto was observing his kunai, marking the small chip in it. "He had no intention of stopping. Our resident avenger put lethal force into it. I know you would've dodged it, but he makes me concerned."
"As you should be," the former Sannin advised. "The boy is unstable whether he likes to admit it or not. I can't blame him. What he went through is surely to leave scars on anyone's mind. Besides, Kabuto, I thought you always had an interest in such people."
"I do," the boy admitted, "but not at the cost of your life, my Lord."
"Oh Kabuto." Sometimes he felt bad for the boy, but then he remembered how easily he could've turned into someone like Kabuto. "You're a gem among rogues."
Smiling the boy shook his head. "I try, my Lord. Speaking of gems, Guren hasn't returned yet."
The Crystal user. Another soul lost in the wicked ways of the world. Looking for a path that she could find some semblance of peace in. Well her own version of peace, apparently she found it under his guidance and in that of a young boy whom she'd baby all day and night. Orochimaru for the life of him couldn't figure out what went on inside her head. It'd been over two weeks since the Guren had left, and while she was far from the most important piece he had, he did have use for her.
"She was supposed to arrive by this morning, correct?"
"Yes."
"Strange. She's never late. If anything she arrives earlier. Perhaps they're making a stop on the road. That boy Yukimaru does often fall ill. I'm sure there's nothing to worry about."
"Yes, my Lord," and just like that Orochimaru went back to his own quarters. The room was just like every other room he'd had: a bed, a bathroom and a large table with dozens of papers arranged in neat form. He yawned, covering his mouth. Some days went more slow and boring than he'd like, but it was a day closer to him getting what he wanted. Taking a stack of papers, he began reading them. He would need his arms back one day after all.
A gift.
That's what it had been, that's what she'd been told since she joined Orochimaru. The village which mocked her and berated her, hated her abilities and marked her as an outcast for her abilities had been burned to the ground by the Sannin. How easily he had taken her in, raised her, trained her, groomed her to be his next vessel, telling her how she was gifted. She gladly gave up her free will for that man, unfortunately time was not on her side and Sasuke Uchiha had arrived. He'd be the next one, the one her master wanted. Guren didn't complain. She knew her place. When she was sent on this mission she'd expected things to go smoothly. As usual, she'd taken Yukimaru and Gozu with her. She didn't trust Kabuto, not one bit. Especially around Yukimaru; Gozu was there simply as backup in case something went wrong.
Things had gone terribly wrong.
The village outpost they'd arrived in was under attack. An entire army was here. Men of large, tall, strange stature. All of them wearing different sorts of armor and wielding swords, war hammers, giant blades, axes, crossbows, scythes, halberds and lances. They killed every living being in sight, save women and children who were being kept separately and the moment she noted the numbers she decided to hightail it out of there. Powerful she may be, but going against that many foes, especially with Yukimaru around was just an unnecessary risk. Unfortunately things didn't go as planned as she realized the sounds of clanking were rushing towards them causing her to unleash the power of her Crystal Release. Her gift.
She'd felt a bit of rush when her power was so devastatingly used to slaughter who came after her until she realized the men in their armors were not men. Her crystals stabbed them in vital parts, yet not one drop of blood, a pound of flesh nor a grunt of pain came from them. Stone and metal rattled as the bodies rose from the ground, missing an arm, a leg, or both. Like ghosts from nightmares they walked and crawled menacingly, armed and dangerous. Thankfully, Gozu and Yukimaru had already gotten further ahead. She just needed to escape the two things that were still on her trail. One of them was large, fat and slow, his head was smaller compared to the rest of his body, but he carried a giant hammer and he wasn't slow when he swung it, attempting to take off her head in a few tries. The other one was faster, leaner and carried a cross spear with which he was very proficient, his head armor looked like that of a lion. It was annoying. The big one took a lot of hits to faze, it was then the other one would try to skewer her and vice versa.
Suddenly the fat one jumped. High. His bottom descending fast, he was intent on flattening her. Guren rushed through hand seals, springing a giant crystal from the ground as it emerged to pierce through the big one right through his metal ass. The other one stopped to observe her actions for a moment before he took the spear in one hand and lunged it at her. It came so fast, Guren barely dodged it as the lion knight kicked her squarely in the chest, though she managed to absorb some damage, crossing her arms right before he hit.
It was then she noticed how the big one wasn't moving. Did it work? She'd been conserving chakra so as to not drain herself out previously when she'd fought the squad that came after her before, not putting enough oomph into her techniques. The knight's fist aimed for her face, but she grabbed his arm and dragged him through the air using his own momentum, slamming him and maintaining distance. Boar, she did the hand seal, ram. "Crystal Release: Tearing Crystal Falling Dragon." With those words, she grabbed on to the broken tree branch turning it into a magnificent, pink dragon, made of crystal as she gauged his timing. The knight had picked up his spear and faded to the right, Now! And her dragon lunged at the knight, biting on his head as Guren formed a Jade Crystal Blade protruding out of her arm.
As the knight struggled to break free from the dragon, Guren rushed at him. Her eyes transfixed on his neck and with a swish she swung. Jagged sharp crystal struck against black metal, dented into it. Like a saw she cleaved through, desperately ripping through his arm until the headpiece fell. Her dragon crushing the body into deformed scrap. She breathed for a moment, observing the armored fatass she'd impaled through the anus. Well he's dead too. Dead wasn't what she'd call them though. They were like her Crystal Dragon, automatic jutsu constructs. Given how many I saw, how much chakra was put into this? How many users? She'd ask those questions later, first she needed to catch up with Yukimaru and Gozu. Creating her favorite spying crystal ball with a stone she picked up, she started to peer into it when she noticed something glimmering in the crystal. She ducked as the weapon missed her by a hair. Another armored knight, this was one was much leaner and this one's face looked like a bluish mask, effeminate. She wasn't alone. Another armored knight, tall as the lion headdress one. A void of black was on his face as a long, dark blue cloth stuck out from his head, however his greatsword took more of her attention.
Two more, she thought already planning to turn the properties of the orbs into an attack. "You fuckers move in groups or something?"
"That's the point." The voice affirmed her guess, but they didn't answer her. Glancing to her right, she saw him sitting on the tree branch comfortably. His back leaned against the trunk as he looked at her sideways. He wore black over all and had something in his hands: a cup of instant ramen. He twirled the noodles and took a mouthful which he kept eating, and eating and eating. He wasn't stopping. Then it stopped as he threw the cup away. He had an innocent smile on his face, however his eyes unnerved her. Red irides with slits, and darkness surrounding it from all sides. His crimson hair was wild and spiky, his build was strong. He stood up and stretched, before walking off of the branch into the air and landing on the ground. Not a single bit of impact, not a noise, nor the hustling of dust at his feet. He rubbed his chin, looking at the dead knights. "Hmmm. Need to reinforce them. Against normal jōnin they should have no problems, but you're not normal are you?"
"Who the hell are you?" Her Jade Crystal Blade was ready. The two new knights had not made a single move, instead they kept staring at her. She had to worry about those two as well in addition to this guy.
"Just a guy who's looking to right a lot of wrong decisions about to be made in the future," he shrugged before whistling. "Take those two out of here. Remind me to put a voice function in all of you and fix the recovery time on you little shits." The bigger knight jumped up and with a single swing of his sword cut through her giant crystal spike, as he dragged the obese armored knight. The other one picked up the lion knight, and the pair left with the fallen ones. "You know this is the first time any of my Soldiers fell. The two you took care of in particular were supposed to cause problems for a squad of jōnin. Seems I miscalculated a bit there. So really, thank you." He waved his hand and bowed a bit.
"Who the fuck are you?" Guren took a stance and his relaxed, aloof composure didn't sit well with her at all. He's been here this whole time? No. I would've noticed him. "What the hell are those things?"
"Right, so those guys," he pointed at the direction they'd last gone, "are kinda my slaves, but I like to call them the Inquisition."
"Never heard of them."
"That's the appeal. Nobody ever expects the Uzumaki Inquisition. Hmm, has a nice ring to it."
"Uzumaki?" Guren paid him a closer look and it made more sense. She'd heard about them before. "Thought all of you were supposed to be dead."
"Hardly," he ran a hand through his hair and smiled. If it wasn't for the dangerous environment she'd have seen the appeal more clearly. "Us Uzumaki are rare and few, but that makes us even more special. Besides there are more than me. I got one back at my place, there's one with Uzumaki blood in the Konoha, and I'm pretty sure there are more out there who've got a little bit of Uzumaki in 'em."
"As much as I'd love to talk," Guren's foot work was ready for the worst. "I have things to do and places to be."
"Yes, yes, I'm sure. Well on your way then." He pointed to the other direction. Guren felt…stumped. He was letting her go? He looked at her, his head tilted. "You seem surprised."
"I thought…never mind." She turned to leave and formed her all-seeing Crystal Ball again, peeking in to see how far Gozu and Yukimaru had gone. The image flashed to life and all she was Gozu. Dead. There was someone else there with him. Red haired, draped in black, he looked back at her through the orb, flashing her a smile. Something inside Guren snapped as she yelled and lunged for the Uzumaki. Her Jade Crystal Blade swung wildly as the sharp edge met his neck and shattered like glass. She looked at her arm, at the broken vestige of the blade that remained and heard him yawn.
"Wow," he said. "Here I was letting you go and you decide to attack me. Dick move."
"You son of a bitch!" Guren rushed at him, her fist filled with vengeance as she punched him square on the jaw. Pain coursed through her hand as her bones cracked from the pressure she felt. It's broken…
"Now why would you do something like that?" He stepped closer as she tried to kick him in the head. This time he grabbed it, her ankle rested in his palm. "Not only do you try to attack me, but then you call my mother a bitch. Hmmm. That gives me ideas though."
"You killed them!" She tried to break free, kicking him with the other in futile fashion, falling to the ground as his grip remained firm. Rage swirled inside her along with despair. "You killed Gozu! And Yukimaru!"
"Who?" He raised an eyebrow at her before closing his eyes and then he spoke. "Oh. Those two were with you. In my defense the man attacked me first. As for the boy, he's still alive. Though he's out cold. The boy fainted when I killed the man with him. Can't blame him." Guren grew flabbergasted at his words. She didn't believe him.
"You're lying."
"How about a demonstration?"
She heard something. It sounded like wind and suddenly there was another one of him. A clone only he held up someone. A child. It was Yukimaru. Her broken hand reached out towards him as she called out. "Yukimaru! Yukimaru! It's me!"
"He's unconscious," with those words she felt the yank on her foot as she was pinned down underneath him, his hand snaking it's way to grab both of hers together, his legs spreading hers. "So he can't hear you even if you scream. Do you understand?"
"You godless motherfu-" she choked as his fingers wrapped around her neck. With evil intention in his eyes he leaned in, his lips breathed hotly against her ears.
"If you want the boy to live, you do as I say." She heard the words as the grip tightened and dark started to take over. "If you don't, little Yukimaru dies."
Those were the last words she heard before she lost it. With a gasp she woke and breathed hardly, she was in a bed and the room was darkly lit. There was someone else there. A woman, young, pretty and curvy. She had black hair and green eyes and wore what Guren would barely call clothes. A sports bra that came down to barely cover her nipples and a loin cloth through which her crotch was visible. She looked at Guren and smiled.
"My master has been waiting for you to get up."
"Master?"
"Yes, Master Uzumaki has been waiting quite some time." Her cheeks reddened as she cusped them. "It's always so amazing to have someone new added into his collection."
"Collection?!" Guren grit her teeth as every fiber in her body grew enraged. That fuck was a pervert! "Fuck you and your master!"
"Oh you will," the girl licked her lips, a dizzy look in her eyes. "Maybe I'll even join in if Master permits it."
Guren was beyond words now. They were messed up in the head. The words she'd heard last came back to her mind. "There was a child. Where is he?"
"Oh he's resting," the girl told her. "He's being attended to. Apparently there's something he needs from the boy. Make sure not to disappoint my master if you want him to be safe."
Guren wanted to choke that bitch where she stood, but didn't. Yukimaru's life was at stake here and given how that whore was dressed and what her words entailed, she'd have to service the Uzumaki. Part of her retched at the thought. To be used like this, it made her angry. Before she could say anything the girl pointed to a set of clothes on the bed.
"You'll be wearing those once you step out." She turned and opened the door. Guren inspected them and her disgust grew further, but she didn't have a choice in this. She had to get Yukimaru out of here and there was also the fact that she wasn't sure just how strong the Uzumaki was. Her hand had—she looked at her hand, the one that was broken upon contact with his jaw. It was completely fine.
"What the hell?" Guren rolled her fist around, stretching her fingers. "What did he do?" Eyeing the clothes again, she'd ask those questions later as she remembered what lied ahead. Discarding all her clothing, Guren took the 'cloth' in hand and put it on, observing herself in the mirror. A tight light-blue, V-string bikini that hugged every curve of her body nicely, leaving very little to imagination. Her breasts were barely kept in, her nipples sticking out of the garment, as they jiggled with every step she made. She felt embarrassed and angry at the same time, to be brought down to this level. She opened the door to find a large extending hallway. Outside her door were two tall knights, their silver armor had been polished well. One of them nodded at her mechanically and started to walk, she followed him.
"So all of you are just puppets. Serving him like mindless sheep." Like the ones before it said nothing as it stopped on the third door on the left, which were evenly and quite graciously spaced out. He opened the door for her, and for a moment looked at her. Well his helm did. It was empty inside.
"Speak carefully to the Lord. Lest you crave death for the child, harlot." Very rarely had Guren ever been afraid, but the voice she heard was so empty and hollow, like it had no purpose beyond this. It terrified her. Walking inside she squinted, it was much brighter inside. Lights of pink, purple and magenta transitioned into each other. She noted the bed in the middle, spacious enough for at least five people. The fragrance of jasmine was in the air. There he was, sitting on the couch, one leg over the other, guzzling down a bottle of saké. Not a drop spilled out of his lips. He let out a refreshing sigh and burped loudly, keeping the empty bottle on the side-table. Even in this setting, the crimson eyes were prominent, in fact if anything this room gave him an otherworldly look. His body already did that. Chiseled and buff, this man looked like the envy of every other man as she could clearly outline every single well-worked muscle on his body. No doubt he'd worked tirelessly on them for years. The only clothing he had on were some shorts.
The Uzumaki smiled, patting on the spot right beside him. Her fists shook, but she walked forward, sitting beside him, he took another bottle in hand and poured a drink for her. She refused. Guren knew why he brought her, but she wasn't going to let some drink make her say stupid words when the deed would be done. "This is really good saké, you know." He waved the saucer around. "No? Okay. Your loss. I know someone who would've punched you on principle for refusing such a fine thing."
His hand reached for her, snaking around as he rubbed her hip, caressing and adoring it. "Where's Yukimaru?"
"He's resting," the redhead answered after finishing. "He praised you a lot, Guren."
"I can tell." He knew her name. He must've tortured the boy. "If you do anything to him, I'll-"
"Do nothing," he told her as she found herself looking him dead in the eyes. The dark around the red irides pulled her in as she grew quiet. "You ran your little jewel blade against my throat and I didn't even defend myself. You're on lower chakra. Tell me, Guren, just what the fuck do you think you can do to me?" Guren had no answer. "That's right. Absolutely positively nothing. Also, how's the hand?"
"Still a bit stiff." She answered as she took in the words. Her powers, her gift, he'd called them nothing.
"Oh that's not the only thing stiff if you know what I mean," he wiggled his eyebrows as if this whole thing was a joke. As if she was nothing more than a joke.
"Just…why are you doing this?"
"For fun." It didn't sound like he was joking about that bit. "Besides look at you. Why wouldn't I want a piece of your ass? Speaking of which," his hand shifted from her hip to her right butt cheek as he gave it a good squeeze and Guren squirmed a bit under his touch. His fingers were digging into the fullness of her butt as he fondled it, inching closer and closer to where the string of the bikini shut off her anus.
"After we do this," Guren just wanted it to be over, she knew she had no choice. "You're going to let us go?"
"That will be your choice." He shrugged as his other hand cupped her cheek, his thumb circling it. "After you do what I ask of course."
"And what the hell is that?"
"Two hundred times."
"What?"
"Two hundred times," he repeated, "you will act like my personal cock sleeve. Two hundred times I will use you. Two hundred times I'm going to fuck you. Two hundred times I'm going to fill you up. Two hundred times you're going to make me release it. And after two hundred times I am done fucking you so hard that your brain turns into mush, then you get to make the call."
Guren grew disgusted as she started to feel a bit hot under his words. The hand on her ass was playing with the string, pulling and tugging on it, rubbing against her rear entrance. Two hundred times, she thought. I'll just make him cum fast. Not the first time I'd be using my body to get my way. She nodded her head and immediately she felt her being dragged by her ponytail from the couch to the floor. Her face resting in between his thighs, her chin on the couch as she felt a certain heat from being near his crotch. It was only now she noticed the bulge underneath, it was saddled into the side of the thigh hidden by the cloth.
"Two hundred times, Guren," he let go of her ponytail, undoing it as her hair was let loose and went below her shoulders. "Right now you're at zero. The quicker you work, the quicker you get the chance to make the choice."
"You make it sound like I don't want to leave." Her words made him laugh. He wasn't even being cocky about it.
"Take my shorts off and you'll find out." Angrily she yanked his pants off and got slapped in the face. Not with his hand though. She stared at it. The obnoxiously large cock. Long, meaty and hard, there was a smell coming from it and it invaded her nares. His dick's musk was all she could smell as the jasmine's fragrance seemingly disappeared. Guren used both hands to grasp it as she looked hesitant. What the hell? Guren's fingers wrapped around it and there was still so much to cover. "Well," he said making her look up, "you're gonna have to lube it since I'm a bit big down there."
A bit?! Guren was more afraid about her insides than she was about being hurt by the man. She reluctantly opened her mouth wide open letting the head of his cock rest on the outer rim of her lips. She slid those lips slowly over the girthy prick, and suckled firmly, cheeks pulling in before her head pulled back, a lewd pop filling the air.
It's so hot, she thought as her tongue came out and licked the underside of his shroom. She felt embarrassed, ashamed. Here she was like some common whore gleefully sucking away at his cock as the smile on the Uzumaki's face remained. Her lips squeezed tightly around the shaft of his cock as he started pushing her downwards, fucking her lips energetically. It went back and forth slowly with short-burst thrusts into her wet gullet creating loud slurping noises as she worked herself proficiently sucking him, taking in as much she could for the moment. The taste of his dick ensnared her buds, as the musk overwhelmed her sense of smell.
"Hmmm," she heard him groan, "Did you do this to Orochimaru too?" She stopped for a moment before he pushed her down again. "I didn't tell you to stop." He said, pushing his member into her mouth more fluidly making soft slurping noises come out from her lips as she worked him, her jaw aching as she took in more of his girth. Her tits broke free from the barely there bikini she wore and they swung each time she went up and down the shaft, he was not letting her off easy as he was slowly increasing the pressure and Guren could do nothing about it.
Oddly enough, despite it all she could feel a familiar warmth growing in between her legs and that made her even more angry. Loud succulent pops of saliva came gushing out of her throat as he voraciously shoved his length down her gullet, Guren kept her focus and squeezed her lips before he started her to take even more voraciously, violently.
"Rub your tits. Really get into the mood. We're gonna be here for some time." She found herself obeying his words as her hands grasped her breasts, squeezing and rubbing them, her fingers circling around her areola, pinching her sensitive nipples as they grew stiff, all the while he controlled her head, making her go further, choking and gagging before allowing her to breathe…then making her take further. Her drool was coating the cock with a shiny sheen as they gathered at the base and the smell of his dick further intensified. She squeezed her tits together as she gagged on the cock, she had taken about almost half of it in, mesmerized by how fucking big that thing was.
Finally he let her go as Guren reeled back, falling on her ass as she sat on the ground, drool uncontrollably falling from her lips to her chin, her throat, her chest and over her tits. Her eyes were half-lidded as she saw him get up and his strong hand reached down, grabbing her throat much more gently this time. She'd become familiar with the touch as he threw her to the bed. Guren's landing wasn't exactly gentle, but it wasn't bad neither.
"Take it off," he said as she followed his hands, stroking the monster between his legs. It was shining. "Make it look interesting." Guren didn't feel as angry as before. Maybe sucking the largest cock she'd ever seen had something to do with it as the Crystal user, slowly, rhythmically undid the straps from her shoulders, laying down and raising her legs as she took it off. It was then she realized she'd felt more than just warmth between her legs. She'd been so immersed into swallowing his shaft Guren didn't realize how wet she'd grown.
No… she thought to herself. I'm not fucking turned on! Reluctantly her hands went down there to convince herself. She failed when her fingers grew sticky and wet, stained with the guilty joy her body felt. He walked forward as she brought her legs together, not wanting to give him the satisfaction.
"You know I can smell it, right?" his voice sounded different than before. It was mysterious and alluring. His fingers slowly drummed on her ankles, tiptoeing their way to her thighs. His hands grasped the underside, giving them caressing squeezes as Guren did her best to hold back her moans. He was touching her exactly the way she wanted it and her legs spread apart, revealing her wetness and she grew aroused from it, her body growing hot despite the terrible situation she was in. Yukimaru, she thought, I'm doing this for Yuki- She gasped a bit, covering her mouth as the Uzumaki's hand reached between her legs, caressing the moisture of her slit. "Well, well, well if it isn't the visibly wet cunt."
"Just," she breathed out, "put it in already."
"Say please."
"What?" she grew annoyed as she twitched, feeling his fingers rubbing the labia. His thumbs spread apart her moistened pair of hairless pussy lips, exposing her throbbing dark red wetness. The tip of his cock rubbed her entrance, poking her. She covered her mouth when she felt him rub her up and down, teasing her the way she loved to be teased, her other grasping the bed sheets tightly.
"Say my name, and tell me to stick it inside you." He slapped his cock against his sensitive cunt, making her mewl. "Look at me." She did. His eyes were hypnotic and there was power in them. He slapped her slit with his member again, Guren realized what was about to go inside her. Gulping, she spoke.
"Please…put it in me." He grabbed her breasts, kneading them, squeezing them, his thumbs and index fingers played with her erect nipples, pinching them red, flicking them with his fingers.
"Say my name."
"…Please put it in me, Lord Uzumaki." She waited in eager anticipation as his cock's length rubbed up and down against her slit now.
"My name is Naruto," he said and Guren was sure she'd heard the name before, "but I like you calling me that more." He climbed on top of her, his cock rubbed against her slit once more and she found herself kissing him, closing her eyes she locked lips with him. Her tongue was pushed back into her mouth by his tongue, slowly entering and swirling inside her, exploring her mouth as she pushed hers forward, the two appendages swirling against one another, locking moving in gentle harmony. She was torn between grabbing him from the arousal she felt, or the sheets from shame.
His cock head pushed against her clit, shooting pleasure up her spine, into her head, making her shake as he continued to push her head back into the bed, kissing her more and more passionately. She felt his hands grab one breast and her hair, making sure she couldn't pull her head back, which served to finally make her grab him, pulling his body towards hers.
This forced his chest to glide between her breasts, his cock flicking her clit which made her moan into his mouth, sending tremors through her, her nails biting into his back from the sudden feeling. His hand moved downwards, along her back making her tingle as he caressed. She moaned loudly into his mouth, feeling him spreading her ass cheeks as he pushed a finger into her asshole. He pushed in again and again, spreading her asshole wider and wider with each successive thrust of his digit, her legs growing weak as her voice began to raise.
Guren squirmed, despising the fact that someone was entering her asshole, still, her legs shook, her heart beat faster, and her eyes rolled back as she moaned. Her body loved it, lamented in it, even if she didn't. Simultaneously she felt him put his thick thumb inside her pussy lips. By this point, Guren was riled up from the anal play, which made her following orgasmic shudder so much more satisfying. Her body collapsed and shook, her arms sprawling, her legs wild as she tried to contain her orgasm, but failed spectacularly.
She was biting her lips, her eyes roiling back into her head as she panted, and sucked air in through her nose, trying to calm herself as she kept grasping the bed sheets, she spilled out, covering his thumb, his hand, the sheets under them. Naruto Uzumaki stroked his shaft with his hand, soaked with her juices, lathering all of it as he pushed against her vulva with his cock, she was already reaching climax once more. She looked at him, trying to speak, but the orgasm was so powerful she could barely breath, and only after Naruto's massive cock penetrated her could she speak properly.
"FUCK!" Guren screamed, feeling only a few inches of the cock pass into her womb. She felt him go slow, taking his time, looking into her eyes, one hand on her leg to keep it open for him, the other on her breast, playing with her nipple slowly, rubbing it with his thumb as it hardened under his touch, puffy and pink. She watched as the shaft slowly disappeared into her, her tiny womb stretching, his cock pressing against her cervix as she felt the tiny hole open, his cock making way inside her uterus, her eyes going wide as she felt him enter the deepest part of her body. She let out another scream, her pussy shooting cum onto his pelvis. She screamed once more, tears formed at the corners of her eyes as she felt him put all of the long, thick log moving in her as he pulled and pushed inside her.
He moved up, grabbing her neck as he rhythmically thrust and fucked her, his lips on hers as she had to pull away to breath for a moment, only to go back again, kissing him, their tongues intertwining once more inside her mouth. Guren couldn't believe the feeling of such a cock inside her, unable to grasp that her uterus was penetrated; she'd fucked many times before, but not like this. He was going to places she didn't know existed.
Her body moved on her own, on raw, basic, primal instinct, thrusting her hips back and forth was well, her mind clouded, but her body preparing to take a gallon of cum in her fertile womb. Two hundred times, this large, monstrous cock would be going inside her two hundred times.
Guren gasped and screamed in joy as he pulled back, his cock pulling her up into a sitting position, her body upright as her breasts collided with the redhead, Naruto grasping one tit with his hand in order to pull it up and suck it. Guren cradled his head, pulling it closer to her breast as he sucked and bit on her tit, covering her areola with a large, red, puffy hickey, much to her pleasure, making the cool air in the bedroom cause her tit to tingle. He did the same to the other tit, the pain lasting only seconds, but the feeling of being owned trumped every other sensation.
She pulled his head from her tit to kiss him again, his pelvis rubbing back and forth, the thick cock rubbing against the back of her uterus. She found herself being flipped mid-fuck, feeling the cock rotate inside her, her breath being taken from her lungs as she nearly reached orgasm from that movement alone, and landed on all fours on the bed.
Behind her now, he smacked Guren's thick ass. Once, twice, thrice, smacking away as she cooed and mewled at the harsh treatment. He put his thumb into her asshole, her yelps making him laugh and caused him to push deeper into her, her womb shrinking in response, making his cock feel bigger with each millimeter of thumb that entered her sphincter. He grabbed her waist with his other hand, pulling her back and pushing her forward, his cock being sucked into her depths with little effort from his part, her pussy pulling him in nearly all by itself.
Still, he prodded further. He leaned forward, pulling his hand away from her asshole as he slid both arms across her sides to grab her tits, tugging at her breasts as though she were a cow for milking, Guren moaned louder and louder, the bed vibrating form her own orgasm, as well as her voice from the sheer overload of pleasure she was receiving. Naruto moved up further, his mouth on her neck as he went down and sucked on the nape of her neck, Guren nearly cringed in response to the feeling, and afterwards, felt a large hickey on the base of her neck for all to see.
He was marking her, she could tell, he wanted to make sure not only did she knew that she was owned by him, but he wanted everyone to know, and slowly, systematically began biting and sucking on her back, leaving hickeys across her body, causing Guren to experience another orgasm while he did this. His hands on her breasts kept her from falling limply onto the bed, forcing her to keep going as his cock was continually sucked by her uterus. She wanted to rest, but she didn't want this feeling to end, ever, and pushed on, forcing herself to go back harder and pull forward faster, trying to make her new master cum inside her.
No…she thought. Yukimaru, she remembered, I'm doing this for him. I need to get back to Lord Orochimaru, she forced herself to think as his cock slick with her cum began to pour out of her pussy. His balls slapped against her clit over and over again, the cum inside sloshing around near-audibly with how forceful Guren was being with her thrusts backwards, I need him to cum. For this to be over. But she was enjoying this too.
Far too much.
Guren went harder and harder, but moments before she had finally reached the moment that she would finally finish him, her legs and arms slipped, her face fell into the bed as she went limp from exhaustion. She tried to stay awake, moving slowly, trying to push herself back up, but to no avail.
The Uzumaki pushed himself down, digging his cock as deep as he could into her uterus, and thrust even faster than before. Her body was rigid yet limp at the same time, his cock ploughing into her at near-superhuman speeds, pushing and stretching her womb in ways that she had never thought possible. She gasped into the bed, moaning shamelessly as she felt him dig the deepest inside her, dozens of ounces of cum were let loose in her uterus. Guren's moan echoed, her body cumming one last time from the climactic response of Naruto Uzumaki, but after that, her mind went blank, her eyes half closing as she almost felt unconscious.
The sensation of every shot of cum inside her made her tingle, the goo leaking into her vagina, surrounding his shaft as she felt bloated from the goo filling her up, and moments later, felt her vulva give way to a tidal wave of cum exiting her body as he pulled out of her at last.
Guren tried to move, raising herself from the bed, pushing up with her hands. She fell on her side, the virile seed inside her leaked out staining her legs. She breathed raggedly from being fucked like that, and tried to reach out for something to help her get her bearings straight. Again, she tried and failed miserably. Then she felt someone picking her up. It was him. His hand was on the back of her head, gripping her hair as he dragged her from the bed to the couch. He pressed a thumb on her chin making her open her mouth as he made her drink. It wasn't water. Saké, very good sake that made her throat burn and she coughed a bit. The Uzumaki slapped her face, not too hard as it made her become more aware.
"I hope you aren't done, Guren. That was just the starting point. Though it was pretty good. Pretty good."
"What…are…you…"
"Two hundred times. Remember?"
Oh God…she thought as she looked at him. His cock was hard again and for the life of her Guren couldn't believe it. How?! she yelled in her mind. She felt drained out from what she'd gone through prior. He'd been fucking her for thirty to forty minutes. Two hundred times. The thought terrified her, what scared her more was the fact that he didn't even looked fazed. Her mind went back to the girl earlier. Her words. "It's always so amazing to have someone added into his collection."
"No…"
"No?" He looked at her with a raised brow. "No? I don't think you realize you're in the position to say no."
"Please…"
"I will please you. Don't worry about that," he waved off her words. He rubbed his chin, clapping his hands as if he'd found some grand solution to her problems. "Guren, I think I have an idea that will helps us both. I won't change our contract of 200. However, I can help you get the same results in a shorter amount of time."
"What..are…you…" The words died in her mouth as smoke appeared on his sides. Two more of them standing with him. Three throbbing cocks. She felt wet again. No…
"Now this is what I call efficiently fucking your way out of a problem, right boys?"
"That's right."
"Yeah, yeah," the clone on his left stepped forward, picking her up in a bridal carry. "I like to call it a gangbang, but let's go with that. One hundred and ninety-nine loads left," he said as the other clone smacked her ass. She was being carried to the bed and there wasn't a damn thing she could do about it, the other clone followed. Her eyes remained on the original who was drinking from another bottle again.
He flashed her the victory sign and mouthed something. She read his lips clearly. Two hundred times. He burped once more before putting down the bottle as she was put on the bed.
It was empty. The last bottle. He'd been moderating for years now, he shouldn't have let this happen. It's just an off day. True he'd been drinking a whole lot more since the last few months, but today was just an off day. That's all it is. Everyone had those. With that thought he finished up sealing everything as he set out once more. Gliding his way across the forest, from branch to branch, he kept his senses aware. Granted he was in a low-threat zone, but years of staying on alert made him remain cautious like that.
Unless women were involved. His greatest weakness. Speaking of women, he thought as neared his destination. The Nadeshiko Village was just a few miles away, up on the cliffs. Tsunade had sent him on a mission to strike up an alliance treaty with the village given how the Leaf was a bit short on manpower. Plus, he needed to let an old acquaintance know that the deal they struck would be left unfulfilled. Miles out before the path he felt something off. There should be some sentinel kunoichi out here, he thought as the whole thing felt off. Throwing caution to the wind he rushed towards the gates of the village and stood in shock. It was open and he couldn't see a single person. Usually it'd be filled to the brim with the most exotic women he'd ever seen in his life, as he'd jump and run from the sharp ends of their blades.
Now it was just empty. Stealthily he began to scout through buildings, looking for people. None. However, he did not how the buildings were damaged. Inside them there were broken doors, furniture. Signs of conflict. The bridges were intact and he made his way across them, half expecting an ambush. He arrived at the next cliff and finally found some people. What was left of them anyway.
Skeletons with rotting flesh and maggots feeding on them. Despite being shocked, the shinobi in him carried him further as he discovered more corpses now. Some strewn here and there. Limbs, torsos, heads. All of them. Yet the numbers didn't match up. He was sure there were more of them. For a village thriving on matrilineality, there should've been more people around. The boys who would be born here usually got drafted off to different orphanages in nations, most of them winded up in Iron Country. He needed it investigate this further. A village being wiped out like this. Who the hell would do this?
A puff of smoke appeared beside him. A toad, reddish in color, tall as him greeted him. "Hey, Lord Jiraiya you've been summoned and what the hell?!" Gamakichi leapt back in surprise. He pointed at the dead remains. "What did they do to you?"
"I didn't do anything here, Gamakichi," Jiraiya stood up from inspecting the corpse.
"Where the hell is this place?"
"Nadeshiko Village," he answered. "I came here to talk about an alliance with them. Then I found the whole place like this."
"The whole place?! Who the fuck wiped out an entire village?"
"I've been asking the same thing." He rubbed his eyes. Struggles everywhere. At this rate it will never end. "Anyway, you were saying something."
"Right," the toad composed himself. "The Great Toads summoned you."
"Huh," he said as he grasped onto Gamakichi's haori as they disappeared from the gruesome sight into a more tranquil one. Mt. Myoboku. Probably the safest place on the planet. Unfortunately he didn't have time to admire the scenery as he always did. Whatever the reason was for his summoning, he needed to get back and inform Tsunade of this. Things in the Leaf had changed since…the incident. Danzo had gained a fair bit of favoritism, and his unit worked closer with the Hokage than they'd done before, well not since the days of the Second War.
Walking the past the giant toad statues and up the stairs he found the Two Great Sage Toads waiting for him. "Lord Fukasaku. Lady Shima." He bowed his head as they seemed to be in a serious mood today. "I don't mean to sound rude, but I'm in a bit of a rush."
"Be that as it may, Jiraiya-boy," the Two Great Sages walked to the temple, he followed them. "There are things you need to be made aware about. The Great Toad Sage requested your presence."
That's rare, he thought to himself. The last time he'd talked with the old geezer was when Minato died. Before that it was when news of Nagato's death came. Looks like I'm cursed. Or am I their curse? He thought to himself about his latest failure. Another one he failed to save. He stood in front of the Great Toad Sage. Gamamaru was his name, though everyone here called him the Great Old Geezer, affectionately. The oldest being here, and Jiraiya wasn't sure exactly how old that meant. The Great Toad Sage was asleep. As usual.
A shout from Lady Shima woke the ancient toad up as he looked confused. "Huh?" He said as he looked around and he looked at Jiraiya with a smile. "Ah, Jiraiya. Look how you've grown up."
He laughed a bit at the way he was greeted. Every single time the Toad said the same thing. "It has been some time. 17 years, give or take."
"Yes, I think." He nodded his large head. "I heard the tragic news, boy. You have my condolences."
"Yeah." Jiraiya sighed. The Great Toad Sage shifted forward a bit. "Guess you could say I'm a curse to all my students."
"Nonsense, Jiraiya." Gamamaru told him. "We go when it is our time to go. Whether you and I like it or not, all of us will one day pass on exactly how it's written."
"You make it sound like as if it's fated," Jiraiya pointed out. "Surely not everything is set in stone."
"Fate is strange, my boy," the Toad explained. "Sometimes things happen as they are supposed to happen. Doomed to repeat in cycles. One man rises to seek power, another man rises to stop him from gaining too much power. Peace crumbles, war rages, then peace arrives until it corrodes."
"What are you saying?" Jiraiya felt apprehended at the words. "That we can never find peace? That it's necessary."
"I'm saying it's a part of the cycle. Both you and I, we seek to break it." The Great Toad Sage leaned back.
"You called me for something."
"Yes," Gamamaru spoke, "I had a dream. A dream of a mischievous boy. Blue eyes filled with joy. Until they grew dim, and dark. Tears fell from them. Until they turned bloody. After that all I could see was red."
Jiraiya sighed inwards, closing his eyes. His godson. The boy named after the one in his books. One more regret. "It was about Naruto."
"I've never seen the boy, but from what Gamabunta told me he was blue-eyed. He was the son of your former student, yes?" Jiraiya nodded. "Strange. I read his name in our scroll. Uzumaki. Bizarre he didn't take his father's name."
"Well, usually children end up taking clan names as surnames if they're born from them. Or marry into them." Jiraiya said as a bit of guilt rose in him too. "That and we never really let him know who his father was."
"Perhaps," the Great Toad Sage mused, "the boy would've turned out different if he was told who his father was."
"Maybe." Jiraiya said. "So that's all you called me for?"
"Yes," Gamamaru said. "Things have changed and I feel something sinister is afoot. Though I cannot tell what it is."
"I'll say," Jiraiya agreed. "I found a village, wiped out root and stem. Just corpses. Every other person gone."
"Keep your guard up, Jiraiya," he said closing his eyes sleepily. "We never know what will happen."
"Yeah," Jiraiya said mostly to himself as he walked out of the shrine of the Great Toad Sage. Lord Fukasaku and Lady Shima were outside though he was sure they knew everything.
"You seem depressed, Jiraiya-boy," Lady Shima told him, settling on his shoulder. Her forelimb on his head. "You want to take a snack before you leave?"
He paled at the thought of eating her food. "I'm good thanks."
"Still," Lord Fukasaku crossed his arms, "you should not feel so morose. I do not know the pain you're going through, but you must pull yourself together. The path you walk cannot be traversed this way."
"I know, I know." Jiraiya sighed wishing he was a child again. Back then, things were simpler. He just fooled around and didn't feel the burden of looking for peace in this world. Maybe it's pointless, he thought. Maybe I'm just a fool. With those words he remembered a blond boy, foolish just as he was as a child, but he had more will and guts than he could ever muster. A boy who never gave up. Even with his last breath. I'd be insulting his memory if I gave up now. "Say, Masters."
"Yes?"
"Is there any way I can tweak my Sage Mode?"
Sage Mode was one of his best techniques. So versatile. There was his mastered Sage Mode, red pigment around his eyes and the toad irides would appear. Advanced Sage Mode, where the red pigments would extend outwards to his cheeks and two circles would appear on his forehead, the one Hashirama Senju mastered to a praise worthy degree. Finally, there was the True Sage Mode where a being became one with nature and used the very essence of it, this would open the inner eye as the circles formed on red circle with concentric lines. Only Old Man Six Paths did this right, until he finally mastered it of course—in his case it was a bit twisted, turning into a ripple. Six Paths Senjutsu was a completely different ball park compared to the rest. Regardless, he appreciated the fine arts of mastering natural energy and it was truly a gift. One he could not repay enough.
It was in Sage Mode that he finally found who he was looking for. A handsome young man in a ukata, and a young pretty blonde behind him, natural energy gathered into the seal in her back. What an abomination of a seal. For years he'd been reverse-engineering seals now, the Uzumaki inside him shone brightly in that category. Shaking his head he focused on the topic at hand. He waved to them.
"Good evening," he greeted them, deactivating his Sage Mode. "Pardon my intrusion, but do you know happen to know anyone of the Tsuchigomo Clan?"
"No," the handsome young man shook his head, offering a smile. "Can't say we have. What brings you to this neck of the woods?"
"Oh I enjoy being the woods a lot. It's very refreshing. Something about nature that just pulls me towards it," he took a step forward as his eyes darted towards the girl. Hotaru was really pretty from what he remembered, and his heightened sense of lust made him look at her in a different way. "I hadn't noticed how pretty she was."
"She is, but she's spoken for." Utakata quickly shut him down and Naruto raised his hands.
"Forgive me if I overstepped, but it's very hard," he paused, smirking ever so slightly, "to not glance at her twice."
"Yes, I'm sure. Well if that's all you want," Utakata pointed to the right, "follow that path and you'll find a road to the main route. In case you get lost."
"Thank you," he bowed his head a bit, "it's such a shame."
"What is?"
"That I have to kill you." The air became tense around them. "I ran into a village known for having the Tsuchigomo clan. Imagine my surprise when I find the heiress not there. To be honest with you, Utakata, I didn't plan to meet you. In fact I didn't plan to meet any of our siblings for now, but if this be my fate, know this: it will be much quicker than you think."
"Who the heck are you?" Utakata had his bubble relic in hand. Oh how he hated the last time he was tricked by it. Naruto was going to shove that up his ass.
"Well, Mr. Six," the Jinchūriki's eyes widened, "I'm Mr. Nine. Well, actually, I'm Mr. Ten, but you wouldn't get it. Saiken does. You should ask him." Immediately he was swarmed by black bubbles. Throughout the skirmish he could see them clearly. Utakata was making his getaway bubble. Activating Kamui, he let the bubbles collide with each other as black liquids collided. Had he been a normal being it would've ate away at his flesh and bones, but even if he was hit by it, he doubted anything would happen. Well gotta give credit where it's due, he tried to kill me right off the bat. Naruto stretched a bit noting how far the bubble was drifting.
"What should I do? Hmmm. Ooooh. I know." He pushed his feet against the ground. "Wind Release: Wingless Flight." Wind gathered as his feet, legs, back and arms as he started to jog, he skipped, and hopped to walk on the air before he glided through the air. "Woooohoooohoooo!" His shout echoed in the air as the floating bubble neared, he could make out the look of shock on their faces. More bubbles flew towards him and gracefully he glided around all of them as explosions set off in the air. Picking up more speed he flew himself right into the path of the bubble. Using Kamui once more, he inserted himself into the bubble. He sat with them now, his arm around Hotaro who looked to scream, but Naruto placed a hand over her mouth.
"Shhhhh." He hushed her as the girl looked beyond terrified now, tears flowing out of her eyes. Naruto looked at Utakata with a smile. "Calm down, Hotaru. We're all friends here. Besides I'm here to help you with that seal of yours." His foot blocked the punch Utakata threw. "Utakata, we're talking here. Have some manners."
"Who the fuck are you?" The former Mist shinobi tried to reach for him, yanking his legs, but this is exactly what Naruto wanted. They disappeared from inside the bubble and arrived at what he liked to call his Court. Deep in the center of the courtyard of the former Priestess' mansion, a great white tree grew, his little experiment as the cocoons hanging from the branches increased. He jumped back, Hotaru still very much wrapped up by him.
"Welcome to Uzumaki Castle," Naruto gestured to his surroundings as Utakata looked around. "I do hope you have a nice time." Red chakra violently bubbled out of his body as a red layer began to cover Utakata. Before the transformation could further go on, two of his clones jumped on his sides black rods in their hands as they whacked him in the face, fazing him out of his Version 2 form. He fell on the ground as a smaller Wood Dragon emerged from a clone, wrapping itself around Utakata's legs. Naruto brought Hotaro in front of him, his hand shifted from her mouth to her throat as the girl freely cried. The clones with their black rods in hand stabbed it into his hands, into the ground. The conjured more rods as they began to violently, viciously hit Utakata everywhere. His head, his neck, his back, his arms.
"Stop!" She wailed as she heard his cries of pain. "Please! I'll do anything."
"Anything?" he whispered into her ear, licking her lobe, she cringed. His hand roamed inside the seams of her dress, finding her crotch as he rubbed her slit. The clones stopped as Utakata looked up, his face a bloody mollified mess. Naruto rubbed her in the spot he was so well acquainted with as she shook and cried. Her body naturally reacted to his touch. He enjoyed this bit so much. His fingers rubbed intimately on her clit, going below as inserted a finger into her cunt. "They stopped. Didn't they, Hotaru?"
"Yes," she said, squirming.
"I'll spare him." He turned her around, making her face him. Hotaru looked so hopeless. "All you have to do is do what I say."
"No!" Utakata yelled out before he yelped in pain as the clone whacked him over the head. Twice. Double-tap always worked better.
"You'll let him go?"
"I'll free him." Naruto said cupping her cheeks. "I'll even get rid of that seal off of your back. Shhh. Don't worry, nothing will happen. Trust me. I know seals better than anyone. Now, will you do what I say?"
"Yes."
He snapped his fingers and from the side out came out a woman. She wore a lingerie outfit of a lost white clothing barely covering up her lady parts at all. On her long legs were her dark blue stockings, her mound scantily covered up by a thin violet thong very easy to remove. Her chest uncovered for the most part as two crystal-like ovals covered her nipples, with her eyes lightless and looking into his face with a pleasant eager-to-please smile that made him grin. "You called for me, Master?"
"Yes, Guren." His latest addition. She'd agreed to two hundred loads to free herself and Yukimaru. The Crystal user had been completely broken by the time they reached round 75. Endlessly, mercilessly, brutally he and his clones had fucked her in every hole she had. She came and came and couldn't rid herself of the ungodly pleasure he gave her, and after a day and half of fucking she became his. "Take her. Give her a bath and make her ready."
"Of course, Master,~" Guren almost sang as she daintily grabbed Hotaru's hand, dragging the girl into the castle. Utakata looked at him, with hate and tears in his eyes. Naruto chuckled. A chain emerged out of his palm, the end resembling the mouth of a dragon as it glowed purple.
"I lost a fair bit of chakra traveling back here," Naruto said, sitting down in front of Utakata's bloodied form. "Time to get a bit of that back."
Yeah. That's about it. So do you hate him? Do you? Good. You should. Also, for people saying it's too edgy and dark. Yeah, that's kinda the point, wank pheasants. I wanted to write another sex scene, but I feel like it'd be too long of a chapter. So wank away with this for now. Well, leave a review if you liked it, disliked it, hated it, loved it. Your choice. This is Le King Wanker, King of the Wankety Wanks, fucking off.
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