Shogi Anyone? | By : Shortcake Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 13931 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Author's Note: Yuri lemon
The confident kunoichi strode down the back hallway, her stiletto heels echoing through the corridor with each step as the muted tones of band music seeped through the walls. Kankuro piqued her curiosity when he gave her the storeroom key; she felt her lower lips moisten at the thought of her precious pet waiting for her. Somehow, knowing Kankuro, there was more to the story, but she wouldn’t know until she found her sweet Ino.
A wry smile crossed her lovely face as she spotted the puppet master’s genjutsu; she knew her brother well enough to know this was the right store room. No one noticed the elegant looking sand shinobi as she pulled a key from the purple bra of her bride’s maid’s dress.
Temari closed the door behind her quickly, replacing the genjutsu for privacy. She blinked, her eyes adjusting to the dim light as she took in the delicious gift on the floor. The mostly naked blonde woman was the kind of sight pornography was made from. Her long, lean legs, clad only in high heeled sandals, spread out wide showcasing her open flower. Soupy, white cream oozed from red, swollen lips; her clitoris still enlarged and sensitive from her recent orgasm. Purple cloth from what was once a dress like her own held the mind ninja’s forearms to her tiny waist as Ino’s massive tits jutted into the air, pink nipples still erect. The massive hickey on her neck and finger shaped bruises told a juicy story of their own. Long blonde hair, once held in an intricate updo, splayed to the side as drool pooled beneath the soft skin of her pet’s face.
Temari took a deep breath, implanting every detail of Kankuro’s gift into her memory. She quickly removed her own clothes, except the stiletto heeled shoes, folding her garments on a shelf. The scent of arousal and her own brother’s cum filled the small space. “Ino, it’s Temari, my pet. Weddings get me so hot.” The wind user knelt between the luscious legs, her hands caressing soft, pale skin as she lowered her face to the open flower on the floor. Temari licked gently at first, getting a taste of Kankuro’s cream pie and turning the morsel of jizz around in her mouth. His was a masculine, somewhat earthy flavor, similar to a mushroom pate, but tastier. “Yummmm…”Temari relished the flavor and eagerly set herself to the task of lapping every drop she could reach. Naturally, she licked at Ino’s slit and suckled the swollen clit as she went.
Ino jolted back to consciousness highly aroused as she noted soft, feminine hands on her thighs and a delicate muscle lapping at her ravaged cunt. “Ahhhh! Temari!” She exclaimed as her arms struggled against the binding once more.
Temari paused her ministrations, looking up at her side chick, licking a stray droplet of cum from her chin, “Shhh… there, there, Ino… Just let me… take care of you, my pet.” She reached a hand up to squeeze Ino’s mammoth breast playfully as her tongue returned to the feast between Ino’s thighs.
Ino moaned. She felt utterly helpless bound on the floor, but Temari’s hands and tongue felt so good; she just had to have more. “Oh! Temari! Oh! Yes! … Please!” She spoke between heavy breaths as arousal mounted in her core.
Temari’s petite nose nuzzled Ino’s throbbing clit as her tongue drove deep into the woman’s snatch, lapping at her walls for the juicy bits of her brother’s jizz. She came up for air, “There’s more Ino. Push it out for me. I’m hungry.” She twirled her index finger around her lover’s clit as she spoke, driving the bound woman wild with desire.
Ino moaned lewdly, “Push on my belly. Help me, Temari.” She clenched her core muscles from the top down as Temari leaned against her, aiding the slide of delightful cream from her womb.
Temari licked her lips, smiling at the bound woman, “Good girl, Ino.” She took an extra moment, leaning forward to French kiss her companion, pushing Kankuro’s taste into her mouth as well. Then she returned to Ino’s dripping snatch, her hunger for jizz still unfulfilled.
Ino moaned, “Damn, that tastes good. I could eat that every day and want more.”
Temari simply moaned in agreement as she continued guzzling the cum out of Ino’s pussy lips. The wet slurping sounds mingled with the two women’s moans as arousal mounted between them. Finally, sensing she’d gotten all the delightful man cream she could extract, Temari focused on sucking at Ino’s clit, bringing her plaything to orgasm once more.
Ino screamed in pleasure as sweet nectar exploded from her cunt across Temari’s face.
Temari gasped for breath amidst the rush of fluid, then suckled Ino’s clit and fingered her relentlessly, holding her at the peak for several minutes. Fearing her convulsing lover might faint, she eased her grip on the well-used snatch.
Twitching with the aftershocks of the mind-shattering orgasm, Ino finally found her hoarse voice. “Temari… oh, kami… that was… amazing… I’ve never… wow!”
Temari grinned, “Thank you, my pet. I enjoyed that too, but now I find myself very hot… and wet… Show me how I made you feel Ino.” The sensual woman climbed atop her partner, her shapely buttocks resting on the enormous pillows known as Ino’s breasts. She arranged her own nether lips at Ino’s face, looking into deep blue eyes expectantly.
Ino lost no time, despite her hands being tied, she put her lips and tongue to good use, eagerly pleasuring the wind mistress over her. She longed to caress the perky bouncing breasts above her, but used the tease to motivate her own tongue. She lapped hungrily at Temari’s lower lips, suckling at her swollen clit in turns.
Temari rocked her hips back in forth in tandem with Ino’s enchanting tongue as she face fucked the restrained kunoichi. The raw power of a beautiful woman obeying her commands fueled the lascivious passions of the sand shinobi. “Yes, Ino… That’s it… Suck my clit and drink my cum.”
Ino’s mouth drew in on the moist bundle of nerves as Temari pressed her needy cunt against those ruby red lips. The flood of sweet nectar overwhelmed her senses as it ran down her throat, nose, and out the sides of her mouth.
Temari groaned in ecstasy as she came hard on her lover’s beautiful face. Fearing her pet would suffocate, she raised up, squirting more love juice across Ino’s hair and tits as she Temari used nimble fingers to extend her own pleasure. Finally sated, she stood, taking in her girlfriend’s used state.
Gulping down cum, Ino spurted and gasped for air. “Temari… oh Temari, you taste so good.”
Temari grinned as she stood over her cum covered lover, “As do you, my pet, as do you.” There was just something wild about the juxtaposition of her own cum over Kankuro’s bruises that gave a magical sheen to Ino’s sensual flesh. She stepped back, pulling a couple of tissues from her clutch purse, the wind ninja quickly cleaned herself off and redressed herself.
Ino looked at her quizzically, “Temari? Aren’t you going to untie me?”
A wicked smile came to Temari’s lips, “Ino, no one is expecting to see you until we leave for Konoha tomorrow morning. Don’t worry, we won’t leave without you… Although, you might have to heal yourself in order to walk.”
A shocked look crossed Ino’s features, “But, Temari –“
Temari grabbed what had to be the soiled remnants of Ino’s thong and stuffed them in her mouth. “There, there, my sweet pet, we have a long night ahead of us. But right now, it’s time for me to go see my brother and new sister-in-law off on their honeymoon. You should get some rest.” She winked at the mess on the floor known as Ino Yamanaka, and slipped out the door.
…
Sakura’s heart raced in her chest. Always a bit of a tomboy, she was uncomfortable in the spectacular wedding gown with thousands of eyes watching her every movement. Gaara took it all in stride. She supposed he’d experienced this kind of attention one way or another his entire life; now that she was his bride she would too. Being told that up front and experiencing it in the moment were two different things. The kunoichi forced herself to take deep breaths, fending off the edges of anxiety as she clenched her husband’s hand.
Gaara smiled, waving at the crowd gratefully as his bride’s nerves flared. He reached his arm across, taking her by the shoulder, turning to face her and setting them both in profile to the large crowd of well-wishers. “Focus on my eyes, darling. You’re alright.”
The strength in his turquoise gaze melted a layer of fear from the pink-haired bride. “Okay. I’m okay.” She took another deep breath.
Gaara smiled, leaning down to whisper in her ear, “Darling, you are beautiful.” Then he kissed her softly on the lips.
The crowed erupted with cheers and applause. Firecrackers snapped in the distance.
Sakura leaned her face against Gaara’s chest, the embrace giving her some strength from the melting pressure of so many stares. The blush on her face matched her hair.
Gaara hoisted the pack next to him onto his back, then swept his bride up into his arms, “Are you ready darling?” A small grin on the corners of his lips the only clue to the playful attitude beneath his stoic surface.
Sakura giggled, kicking her feet lightly in the air. “I’m perfectly capable of standing, you know.”
Gaara shrugged, “It’s tradition. Just like our honeymoon.”
The medic rolled her eyes, “I still don’t understand why I know nothing about where we are going.” He opened his mouth, but before he spoke, she answered her own question, “I know… It’s tradition.”
Gaara summoned a wave of sand, carrying his bride off into the dessert, the deep red and orange sunset a majestic backdrop to the regal couple’s departure. The ebullient sounds of the brass band and cheering crowd diminished as they traveled into the quiet, empty countryside.
Between the strenuous events of the day, her own anemic constitution, and the comfort of having the wedding behind them, Sakura drifted off to sleep as Gaara spirited them off to points unknown.
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