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Shogi Anyone?	By : Shortcake Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 13931 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Author's note: Since I know nothing about Japanese wedding customs or if those would even apply to a place like Suna, I'm winging the traditions here. This chapter contains a rather steamy lemon, including domination. If you don't like it don't read it. Kids, this is for grown ups. The end of the fic is coming soon. School is very busy right now, but this should be wrapped up in the next couple of weeks.
The puppet master’s cool façade covered emotional chaos as he went through the list on his clipboard one more time. Eight days. In the final push he had eight days to put everything together for a proper kazekage’s wedding. The politics, the invitations, seating arrangements, food, cake, beverages, servers, and most delicate of all, the wedding dress. His go to seamstress laughed in his face when he went to her initially. He knew it was a tall order, sure, but Sakura wasn’t making things any easier on her end. Three days of bedrest followed by her volatile attitude at every single fitting had the seamstresses threatening to quit and Sakura threatening to elope. One more day to get it all together.
He knocked softly on the medic’s door. “Sakura? It’s me, Kankuro.”
Muted sobs drifted through the paneling of the door. “Go away!” were the only intelligible words.
Kankuro sighed. Normally his brother was the difficult one, but Gaara had been so busy with reading his journals and Ino’s hypnosis sessions that getting him ready for the wedding was surprisingly easy. Sakura, however, had a volatile personality. She usually kept herself somewhat under control, but with the wild hormone swings of pregnancy, she’d been a colossal bitch this week. Oscillating between weeping and raging, putting her on an even keel was nigh impossible. He picked the door lock with chakra and let himself in to Sakura’s room.
Kankuro sighed again as he stepped into the kunoichi’s bedroom, easily dodging the kunai intended for his patterned face. Closing the door, he leapt on her in an instant, pinning the furious woman to her bed. “Sakura! Calm down! Do you want people to see you like this?”
The pink-haired medic struggled against the puppeteer “Kankuro! Let me go! Let me go right now!” He had her at a serious disadvantage. Not only was she pinned beneath his larger frame, she was still weak from morning sickness and anemia. That and having had no training for almost two weeks meant the med-nin was far from her A game. Plus, deep inside, she knew he was right.
Kankuro held her firmly, “I will release you when you are ready to behave like an adult. If you want to act like a child, I can treat you like a child. What do you want, Sakura?” He prayed she’d relent soon. Holding her down on the bed this way gave too many ideas to his second head.
Sakura closed her eyes, forcing a deep breath in to calm herself. Her senses were flooded with the intoxicating scent of Kankuro’s aftershave and musky sweat. What the hell? He was Gaara’s brother. She could not entertain her body’s carnal leanings. “Alright! I yield, Kankuro. Please. I’ll be better, I promise.” She looked humbly into the made-up face only inches above her own.
Kankuro resisted the urge to kiss the beautiful kunoichi. She tried his patience in so many ways. “Very well.” He released her, standing up next to the bed with his hands on his hips. “I believe you owe the seamstresses an apology, Sakura.”
Sakura tried to hold it together. She took a deep breath, “I know. I’m sorry, I really am… I’m just so tired.” The tears streamed down her face unbidden as the kunoichi drifted back into uncontrolled sorrow. Her breath hitched, “I just couldn’t stand like that another minute, Kankuro.” Her hands covered her face as she tried to hide the shame of her wild emotions.
Kankuro sighed in resignation. He sat on the edge of the bed next to the woman carrying his nephews and slipped his arm around her shoulders, “I know, Sakura. But still, you have to be considerate of others… Speaking of which… When was the last time you ate something?”
Sakura half-buried her face in Kankuro’s chest as the tears continued their flood down her face. She sniffed, “Breakfast. About seven a.m. Why?”
Kankuro rubbed his temple with the hand not holding the weeping woman, “Doll, it’s two in the afternoon. Let’s get you to the kitchen and then back to the seamstresses, okay?”
Sakura nodded and got to her feet.
Twenty-four hours left. The puppet master was under so much stress he almost wished he’d left the planet when Sasori poisoned him. Almost. As it was, he needed a vacation, but knew that none would be forthcoming until these weddings were over. He fantasized momentarily about a future ski trip and staying indoors with a snow bunny. Just a little longer.
…
The wedding itself went off without a hitch, every bit of pomp and circumstance playing along the strings Kankuro set in motion. Sakura, beautiful and radiant in her long white dress. She was still too thin from all the vomiting the week before, but that served Kankuro’s narrative perfectly as well. Gaara was stoic as ever in his formal uniform. He naturally oozed authority, though a tiny smile found his face as he looked in Sakura’s eyes. Naruto shed a single tear as he walked her down the aisle. The temple overflowed with guests as the entire village stood watching the wedding of their beloved kazekage. As the priest pronounced them husband and wife, a spontaneous cheer erupted throughout all Suna. Bells and firecrackers rang through the streets as the couple and their guests processed to the reception hall. The rest of the village danced in the streets. Kankuro cleverly designed a system of speakers to bring the reception music to the main square; street vendors peddled food and souvenirs; children ran, played and danced.
Gaara took his bride’s hand as they stepped to the center of the dance floor. “Sakura, darling, I took the liberty of choosing this song for you myself.” He nodded to the maestro as a young man stepped to the microphone in front of the band. The kazekage and his wife took the floor as the haunting melody echoed across the ballroom and all through the town. Gaara held her close, his turquoise eyes locked with her misty greens.
What would I do without your smart mouth
Drawing me in, and you kicking me out?
Got my head spinning, no kidding, I can’t pin you down
What’s going on in that beautiful mind?
I’m on your magical mystery ride
And I’m so dizzy, don’t know what hit me, but I’ll be alright
My head’s under water
But I’m breathing fine
You’re crazy and I’m out of my mind
'Cause all of me
Loves all of you
Love your curves and all your edges
All your perfect imperfections
Give your all to me
I’ll give my all to you
You’re my end and my beginning
Even when I lose I’m winning
'Cause I give you all, all of me
And you give me all, all of you
Sakura leaned her head against her husband’s chest as the words of the song pierced her heart. Memories of their courtship ran through her head in waves; her harsh words catching his attention, the spar when she broke his ribs, their first kiss, him watching her read, making love under the covers. She knew she was entirely his.
Gaara breathed in deeply, inhaling her essence as his beautiful kunoichi danced the wedding dance with him. He’d never been so happy. Truly, surprising and amazing; he never thought it would be possible for him to love another human. Yet, here was his darling in his very arms. The mother of his children – strong, brilliant, and beautiful Sakura. He’d always loved his village, but now he felt himself loving Suna even more as the burden of creating a future for his family drove him deeper than ever.
Cards on the table, we’re both showing hearts
Risking it all, though it’s hard
'Cause all of me
Loves all of you
The pink-haired kunoichi looked up at her beloved, tears on her face at the overwhelming love in her heart.
As the song came to an end, Gaara gently wiped her tears with a handkerchief from his vest pocket, then he kissed her, slowly, and thoroughly, as the final strains of the love song drifted through the hall.
Rampant cheering broke the spell between them as the rather private couple realized their public display. Kankuro smiled gleefully, he couldn’t have orchestrated it so well if he’d tried. The puppet master stepped to the microphone, “Ladies and gentlemen in the dance hall and all our honored guests throughout Suna, let’s have a big round of applause for Hideo and The Brass for that wonderful rendition of ‘All of me’.” ** He smiled and waited as the room filled with the sounds of meeting hands, the young singer bowed, and the maestro took the podium once more. “Please join us in the dancing now that the bride and groom have had the first song.” He reached out a hand to Ino as the drums revved up and the strains of ‘Sing, Sing, Sing’ filled the dance hall.
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The dark-haired ninja led the buxom blonde around a corner and down a long hall, “I know just the place, Ino.” His heart raced and his cock throbbed, thanks to the tantalizing flesh of Ino Yamanaka.
Ino grinned, she knew full well what she did to him. The sleeveless silky purple dress hugged her voluptuous curves in just the right places. The plunging v-neckline showed her ample cleavage to perfection. While the skirt itself came to her knees, the slit up the side to her hip meant every time he twirled her on the dance floor, he got a peak at the deep purple thong barely covering her core, her ass showcased sensually by the lift of the skirt and the shaping from her high-heeled sandals. She’d been taunting him for an hour as they danced to the peppy swing music. One slow dance with her strategically breathing on his neck and caressing the sensitive places of his torso through his tuxedo sent the shinobi into a sexually charged frenzy.
Kankuro pulled the Leaf kunoichi into the storage room, locking the door behind them and sealing it with a genjutsu in a ninja minute. His lips grabbed hers in a nearly violent kiss, the pent-up frustration of the week overflowing in lust for the tantalizing woman in his arms.
Ino moaned as he took her mouth with his, their tongues angling for leverage as she felt her body pushed roughly against the cinderblock wall. Finally gasping for breath, she called out, “Kankuro! Oh! So fast?!”
Kankuro grinned as she caught her breath, “Absolutely. You’re a tease, Ino Yamanaka. I believe it’s time for you to learn what I do with a tease.” With a single motion, the deft fingers of the sand shinobi lifted her skirt and cut the wet thong from her body with a kunai from his tuxedo pocket.
Ino yelped; surprised by the powerful lust oozing from every pore of his body. Arousal pooled in her loins as she yearned for the extra-large cock that would fill her so well.
Kankuro grinned lasciviously, “Mine.” He slipped the edge of the kunai beneath the strap of her bra, slicing the top of her gown along with the undergarment, repeating the process a second later on her other side.
The ruined bra fell to the dusty floor with a soft thud as the remains of her dress bunched around Ino’s tiny waist. The heavy breaths of the nervous kunoichi made an erotic display of her massive tits as they bounced in tandem with her rapid breathing. Lust mingled with fear in her blue eyes as she gazed into the hungry face of her lover.
Kankuro dropped the kunai to the floor as he took the nearly naked woman into his grasp, pushing her hard against the wall. “Mine.” He spat the covetous word from his mouth as he bent down, grabbing the pulse point of her neck with his mouth, suckling her sweet flesh greedily. Calloused hands groped the soft flesh of her impressive tits, his fingers taunting the pink peaks of her nipples as his ravenous mouth marked her.
Ino moaned eagerly at the feel of him claiming her. “Oh! Kankuro! Yes!” Her hands went to the fly of his pants, nimble fingers working at the buttons and zipper.
He broke from her suddenly, his hands grabbing hers from reaching at the prize cock he knew she longed to touch. “Oh no you don’t, you little tease. None of that now.” He took her hands harshly, shoving them against her torso and under the remnants of the dress around her waist. Then, he tightened the fabric around her midsection, twisting and knotting it behind her back.
Ino felt the knot of fabric pressing against her spine as Kankuro pushed her roughly against the wall. The fabric dug into the flesh of her forearms as the kunoichi found herself unable to use her hands. The feel of the cool concrete scraping at her sensitive skin sent electric chills across her body. A single finger caressed her slit, lazily circling her clit.
“Ino… you’re wet for me, aren’t you? Your panties have been wet for the last hour. I’ve watched your dripping cunt every time I twirled you… and you know it too. Tell me what you want.” His fingers brushed the edges of her sweet snatch as he toyed with the curvaceous woman.
Ino opened her thighs wider as his fingers pressed lightly on her inner thighs, the silky white skin responding to his every move. Ino groaned with frustration, “Oh! Kankuro! You know what I want!” her ample chest heaved with each panting breath as Ino yearned for more contact.
Kankuro’s finger slowly made its way around the outskirts of her clit, lazy circles grazing the swollen nub as the master pulled her strings skillfully. “Tell me Ino. Ask me for it.”
Ino’s legs trembled as pent up desire consumed her. She could smell her own fluids as she felt the nectar flow down her thighs. “Please… Please Kankuro…” Her voice was barely a whisper as her pride disintegrated. ‘I want you to fuck me.”
Kankuro’s finger persisted its wicked taunt, “I couldn’t quite hear you Ino. Tell me what you want. Beg for it.” While his left hand continued teasing her clit, he added his right hand to circling her nipples very gently, each in turn. “Beg, Ino.”
Ino groaned in frustration, her entire body on fire with sensual craving “Arrggh! Kankuro! Please! Please fuck me with your cock! Please fuck me!”
Kankuro smiled, taking her lips in a passionate kiss as he dropped his pants to his ankles, his erect, foot-long cock, already dripping with pre-cum, snapping to attention. He slipped an arm beneath the round curve of her ass, lifting Ino off the floor entirely, her back pressed hard against the block wall. He drove the full length of his massive cock into her core with a single stroke, feeling her orgasm against him as he filled her completely.
Ino screamed as the climax shook her small frame. Her fingers clawed the wall for purchase as she was completely out of control. He stretched her and filled her as no other man ever had, her ravaged pussy milking him with every muscle fiber of her core.
Kankuro plowed into the moaning woman with reckless abandon. He marked her neck and now he was marking her cunt. No other man would fill her like this. No other man would satisfy her again. She’d always want this cock of his, and he made damn sure she understood him. “You’re mine, Ino… This pussy is mine to fuck. Mine.”
Another earth shattering orgasm rocked Ino’s world. She screamed his name as her body trembled with overwhelming waves of ecstasy.
Kankuro went over the edge with her this time, his cock pumping her womb full of milky seed. Not finished with the lesson, he grabbed the woman by the throat, depriving her of oxygen. The resulting extra-long, intense pleasure crest proved too much for her, as she passed out in his arms. Kankuro released her throat as he rode out his own orgasm; his essence distending her stomach slightly as he finally stilled.
Checking her pulse and breathing, he unsheathed himself from her ruined vagina with a loud pop, his cream pie oozing from her folds under gravity’s pull. He lowered the spent woman to the floor, admiring his handiwork. Kankuro wiped his wet dick with his handkerchief, pulled his pants back on, dusting them lightly. Then he returned his kunai to the proper pocket and looked over his shattered lover once more.
He smiled, taking a moment to arrange Ino with her legs spread, her mussed hair splayed to the side and her open mouth drooling. He tossed the soiled handkerchief on the ground next to her nose and snapped a few candid pictures. Memories for cold nights.
Then he stepped out of the storeroom, relocked the door, and replaced the genjutstu.
Kankuro walked lightly into the dance hall, the stress of the last several days lifted from his shoulders thanks to the delightfully tight pussy of Ino Yamanaka. His eyes spotted Temari chatting idly with a pair of councilmen, so he sidled up to his sister. “Temari, are you enjoying the festivities?” He nodded at the councilmen respectfully.
“Ah, Kankuro, yes. It’s such a joy to see our brother so happy, isn’t it? We can only hope he and Sakura have a long and fruitful marriage.” Temari knew how to play politics with the big boys.
Kankuro smiled, his sister was a master at this too. “Absolutely! A toast then? May Gaara and Sakura have every happiness, and may their honeymoon bring a new heir to Suna.”
“Here, here!” The councilmen concurred as they all drank to the newlyweds.
Kankuro pulled his sister gently to the side, surreptitiously slipping the storeroom key into her hand, “Your pet could use some of your affection.” Then he kissed her chastely on the cheek, moving on to work the room.

** Song, "All of Me" by John Stephens and Toby Gad. Recorded by John Legend.
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