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Claim Me	By : t69 Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 5720 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Prologue, Part 1
- 2-Prologue, Part 2
- 3-Part 1
- 4-Part 2
- 5-Part 3
- 6-Part 4
- 7-Part 5
- 8-Part 6
- 9-Part 7
- 10-Part 8
- 11-Part 9
- 12-Part 10
- 13-Part 11
- 14-Part 12
- 15-Part 13
- 16-Part 14
- 17-Part 15
- 18-Part 16
- 19-Part 17
- 20-Part 18
- 21-Part 19
- 22-Part 20
- 23-Part 21
- 24-Part 22
- 25-Part 23
- 26-Part 24
- 27-Part 25
- 28-Part 26
- 29-Part 27
- 30-Part 28
- 31-Part 29
- 32-Part 30
- 33-Part 31
- 34-Part 32
- 35-Part 33
- 36-Part 34
- 37-Part 35
- 38-Part 36
- 39-Epilogue
- 32
- 33
- 34
TheFlamingDictator: I neglected to respond to your last comment. A similar sentiment was raised in another site, actually. Not to impose double standards or anything, but Kiba is getting all the "free love," i.e. he's whoring himself out, because the mission demands it, which is why Sakura has deemed it acceptable after some deliberation. It hurts, but she's gotta suck it up. Sakura, however doesn't need to whore out unless she has to seduce information out of someone. Because she strictly isn't an escort, she'll be expected to use other methods first, only using sex if the situation deems it extremely necessary. Now, Kiba isn't really angry about Sakura getting it on with Kai. He's angry because he thought that Kai had drugged her to get her to agree. If you remember, Kiba told Kai while ascending the stairs that he'd be okay with anything as long as Sakura chooses it freely. Based on my characterization, if Sakura chose Kai over him, he'd be devastated and he'd try to fight for her, but he'd respect her decision.

"What the fuck did you think you were doing!?" Kyoko seethed.
"What the fuck did you think you were doing!? How dare you do that to Mikoto!"
The raven-haired woman's eyes widened. "Who to—"
"Eiji told me," Kiba roared, so angry he didn't even bother with honorifics. "I caught Kai fucking Mikoto in her room. It doesn't take a fucking genius to know she was drugged 'cause she was calling me names and was behaving oddly. I thought Kai had drugged Mikoto, so I fucked his virgin ass raw in front of an audience to get even. Eiji, knowing he had been more to blame than Kai stepped in 'cause his conscience couldn't take it. He told me everything then."
The club owner swallowed. "Huh."
"What I don't get is why."
Kyoko smirked. "C'mon, Jin, have you seen that cock of yours? I want you for myself."
The dog-nin huffed and crossed his arms across his bare chest. Right after his performance ended, he just washed a bit at the restroom and marched towards the older woman's office without even bothering to put on anything. "You're delusional. Did you honestly think that I wouldn't figure out that Mikoto's 'fucking spree' was staged, or more importantly, that I'd go running to you if I really believed she'd cheated?"
"You said so yourself. I'm the best fuck you've ever had."
The brunet sighed. "Relationships aren't all about fucking, you know? Ask Eiji. Ever since you'd fucked him all those years ago, he's never been with another woman."
Ebony eyebrows furrowed. "Liar! With all the women throwing themselves at him, it's impossible that he hasn't been with anyone else!"
"It's called devotion, Kyoko. Even though all he seems to be is your fuck buddy during performance nights when your kings aren't available, he acts and most likely fools himself into believing that it's more than that," the hung jōnin responded, "but given how you looked at him while he was passed out, I'd venture a guess that you feel the same way."
Kyoko blushed despite herself. "I don't have to explain anything to you," she ground out, "You're fired."
Kiba forced himself to smirk despite his heart rate tripling at those last two words. "You sure that's a good idea?" he asked in fake bravado.
The older woman said nothing, knowing all too well that the tall hunk before her was asking a very valid question. Business had never been as good as it was now, and that was because of her new kings, particularly her Platinum King. Still, the things this man had done to Eiji invoked such anger and pain that she had never before felt. That she was the ultimate reason for the pain that Eiji endured made the ache in her chest all the more unbearable. Without second thought, she nodded.
The raven-eyed ninja simply shrugged. "Well, it's your loss. Don't say I didn't warn you," he said smugly, "I'll just run along with Miyako, then."
The club owner's own black eyes narrowed. "No, she'll run along with Kyosuke, since he's back to being the Platinum King. Your removal is effective immediately. I'll leave your separation pay with one the guard at the VIP entrance. You may have pissed me off, but I make sure those who've given me much profit are paid properly,"
'Shit.' "Well, too bad, but I've talked to Miyako and she's just raring to have a go at my monster cock," the Inuzuka lied, "and I know she paid you already. Now, I'm about to leave, but I bet Miyako would be very disappointed to learn about this sudden change, and such… situations may cause your patrons to think that you aren't a woman of your word."
Kyoko's teeth ground together so hard, Kiba thought they just might shatter. "Fine," she muttered begrudgingly, "but I want you out as soon as you return from your escapades."
The dog-nin released a pent-up breath in relief. "Sure thing," he drawled. He walked to the door and opened it. Before he went through, though, he spoke. "One last thing, though," he began in a much more civilized tone.
"What?" the addressed spat venomously.
"What you felt for me? That wasn't even remotely close to love or affection. What you desired was the power to own someone as physically and sexually gifted as myself, just as what your rich customers in the past had done to you. You needed to claim me as your own just to assert yourself—to show that you're the one calling the shots this time around."
The older woman was silent.
The jōnin sighed. "All the pain I inflicted on Eiji-san, those were supposed to be for you, because you were the one behind everything, but I couldn't because whatever you may think about me, I don't hurt women. Besides, I knew Eiji-san would be more than willing to endure the pain for you."
Kyoko bit her lips and gasped, but it didn't deter the jōnin from proceeding.
"But all of that pain and humiliation is nothing to compared to you asking him to do wicked things so that you could have your 'happily ever after' with someone else," the Inuzuka explained. He sighed again. "When he gets better, apologize to him. I'll probably do so myself later."
With that, the soon-to-be former Platinum King left the room, closing the door gently behind him, leaving Kyoko to mull over her thoughts alone.

Kiba led Miyako to the Platinum King's room, flexing his glutes whenever the opportunity allowed for it. He could practically feel the globes of muscle sizzle under her heated gaze.
Right after his conversation with Kyoko, the dog-nin had descended to the first floor and sought out his target. He had found her at the bar in the process of claiming two drinks and was apparently on her way back to her seat in preparation for Kyosuke's performance, which was due in a couple of minutes. He had jogged to her and proposed the quickie, as was previously planned. Thankfully, she didn't need much convincing to agree; hence, his present situation.
"Hey," the brunet greeted the two bouncers standing on either side of the door. They grunted in response. "This is Miyako."
"Yeah, we know her," said one.
"She's a regular," added the other.
"Yeah, well, she hired me, and it's supposed to start this midnight, but I'd never thought she'd be such a total babe. My cock's all twitchy and itching to get the party started," the onyx-eyed man continued with a leer while gesturing to his bobbing rod, "so, uh, if you don't mind, we'd like to use the room." He chuckled slightly.
The two guards shared a look, theirs brows furrowed. "I dunno... We could get in trouble for this. We're actually here 'cause we aren't supposed to let anyone in, 'cause, you know, you're supposed to go and do your stuff somewhere else."
The ripped hunk whined. "C'mon, man! Don't be such a cockblocker..." The pair continued to frown, one approaching the other to deliberate.
It was at this point that the raven-haired teen stepped past the broad-shoulder hunk and slipped off both earrings. She held them up before the conversing men, the glitter easily catching the attention of both. She smirked. "I trust these will be enough... compensation? These were a gift from the Water Daimyō."
The men eyed the jewelry for a few seconds. They locked eyes afterwards and shrugged before shamelessly taking the pieces from Miyako's dainty hands. She pushed past them and opened the door, curling her pointing finger at Kiba enticingly. One of the ninja's brows rose at the seductive gesture and followed suit, closing the door behind him.
Upon entering the room, the dog-nin noted that the windows were already open. 'Huh,' he thought, 'One less thing to worry about.' He moved forward and dipped his head, claiming the black-haired teen's lips in a kiss that seemed to have knocked her breath away.
Miyako's surprise at the bold move was but for a second. She pushed back against the handsome man's lips, her tongue gaining entry into his mouth. She felt his hands grasp her hips as he deepened the liplock. Her own hands wandered across his broad and muscled back, relishing the feel of his strength beneath the tanned and silky skin. Her hands wandered south and cupped his firm ass, grinding the rigid column of flesh harder against her stomach, and amazingly, between her breasts. She groaned. Kami, it was so hot and hard, not to mention massive. From afar, it was delicious and hunger-inducing. Up close, it was nothing short of worship-worthy.
The horny teen felt the edge of the king-sized bed nudge the back of her legs. She broke the kiss and allowed herself to fall, bouncing atop the mattress. She slunk upwards to the center and, through half-lidded eyes, gave a "come get me" look. To stress her point, she lifted the hem of her tiny black dress, revealing her moist labia free of hair.
Kiba's growled loudly, as any randy male would, and heard Sakura's faint fake meow from somewhere outside.
The stage was set.
The brunet's heart raced. It was now or never. If he messed up now, it was all over. He put on a devilish smirk and crawled forward, the monstrous slab of man-meat between his powerful thighs bobbing up and down in an almost hypnotic dance as he moved. He placed the tip of his member at her entrance and, for a moment, felt remorse at what he was about to do. Deceit was part of a shinobi's life, but that didn't mean the guilt of using others as a means to an end didn't gnaw at them at times.
Miyako's eyes narrowed, annoyed at the onyx-eyed stud's hesitance to please her. "What? You think I won't be able to take it? I've hired Kyosuke in the past, and his dick's what, eleven inches? A few extra inches in length and girth is nothing," she muttered with a wave of her hand, "Now stick that thing inside me already. I didn't pay a small fortune for someone to stare blankly at my cunt."
The Inuzuka shook his head and steeled himself. "Sorry, 'bout that. But your pussy looks so delicious. I thought for a moment I'd have a taste, but hey, you're the boss." With that, he pushed, the head of his colossal cock slipping into her hot folds.
The teen gasped and panted as her lover began to sink into her. She never thought an extra one and a half inches in girth would translate into a huge difference in sensation. The stretch was heavenly; the friction absolutely divine. She forced her eyes open and watched until only about a couple of inches of his thick shat remained outside her love tunnel.
Kiba smirked. He had eleven inches of his cock inside her—the length of Kyosuke's dick. Earlier, she mentioned that a couple of inches meant nothing. He wanted to show her how wrong she was. He rammed the remaining inches in with such force that the bed, despite its massive size, rocked.
The teenager wailed, her pussy clenching as it was filled with thirteen inches of hot, hard, unyielding man-meat. Her hands shot to her lover's muscled arms, grasping them as if her life depended on them. "H-holy shit!" she gasped.
The dog-nin grinned. "What? I thought a couple of inches were nothing," he whispered into the young woman's ear before licking her earlobe. He withdrew himself to the crown and slammed back in, the bed creaking in protest at the sheer strength of his hips.
Miyako screamed something incoherent and was soon reduced into putty at the ripped shinobi's skilled hands. He masterfully caressed her both inside and out. His monstrous fuckstick pierced her deeply, reaching places inside her she never knew could be reached in such a fashion. It pierced and rubbed and jabbed at all the right places, setting her nerves on fire. Through the fabric of her dress, she felt the powerful muscles of his chest and abs flex and ripple with every thrust, leaving her nipples pointed and her mouth open in a perpetual cry of untold ecstasy. One hand slithered over the fabric and found that bundle of nerves at their point of union, giving the small nub a spirited pinch.
"F-fuck! I'm— Ah! I'm gonna c—" she wailed.
'Here it comes.' The handsome ninja felt his lover's walls contract around his cock and surged forward, impaling her as deeply as he could. He bit back a moan, forcing his mind to focus despite the unbelievable sensation of her pussy choking his thirteen-inch ramrod like a vise.
A handsome man in his mid-fifties sat at his well-decorated office. Looking up from the documents on his table, he spoke to the woman seated across him. "Miyako, I'm not getting any younger, and as much as I want you to enjo—"
"Forget it, dad. I don't plan on studying business anytime soon," the black-haired woman said, not bothering to look up as she buffed her nails.
'Nope.'
"Kyoko-san, why the hell do you keep Sano as your Platinum King? I paid for an hour with him and didn't even cum once! Actually, I wasn't even close!" Miyako ranted as she spoke to the club owner by the bar. She took a swig from a drink she wasn't even legally allowed to consume yet. "I mean, Taichi's tool ain't bad, and he's got the skills! He made me cum twice when I hired him a couple of weeks ago. The guy's got mad fucking skills."
The older woman sighed. "Indeed, I've been hearing complaints about Sano's performance with other patrons, particularly the females."
"Just fire him. Really, I'd rather just masturbate than fuck him again."
"I can't. Cocks as big as his aren't exactly common, you know? Besides, the male patrons adore him and none have complained about him so far. I guess that though he says he's bi, he's just far more inclined towards guys."
A grasshopper appeared in front of Kyoko courtesy of an amber-eyed bartender. She looked up and smiled before taking a sip. "Delicious as always, Eiji." The addressed just smiled back and went back to work.
Miyako eyed the former king's strong muscles as they slid under the tight black shirt. "Mm," she moaned absentmindedly. "Kyoko-san, can I—" she began, not taking her eyes off the well-built man.
"No," the club owner said in an unusually curt tone that apparently surprised her as well, "I mean, the kings and princes are yours to play around with, but my other employees are strictly off-limits. Sorry."
One of Miyako's eyes arched and a playful smirk tugged at her lips. She leaned forward to whisper in Kyoko's ear. "All your other employees or just this one?"
Kyoko's lips formed a tight line before draining her grasshopper in one gulp. She rose gracefully. "I have business to attend to. If you'll excuse me..."
'No.'
"F-fuck! O-oh my f-fucking k-ka— Ah!" Miyako sputtered incoherently as Kyosuke plowed her pussy viciously from above while Kai ravaged her ass from below, their hips moving in synchrony, their massive cocks stretching her holes to the limit.
'Definitely not that.' The Inuzuka felt the contractions around his cock become weaker—Miyako's orgasm was starting to ebb. 'Shit!' he internally cursed. He resumed his thrusts in the form of short, rapid and forceful bursts. He reached between their pressed bodies and rubbed her clit vigorously.
A myriad of incomprehensible sounds escaped the raven-haired teen's bruised lips. Her cunt spasmed anew, the contractions even more powerful than before. Her back arched painfully, her hips lifting off the mattress as if offering her quivering pussy to even more of Kiba's extraordinary ministrations. Her juices traveled down the curve of her ass, dripping onto the sheets.
In response, the brown-haired shinobi slammed his hips downward, taking Miyako's hips along with it and sending the two crashing hard against the mattress. His thirteen-inch column impaled his target as deep as was physically possible.
"But dad, I already told my friends I'd celebrate at The Amber Palace!" Miyako protested.
"Then celebrate with them on some other day," Lord Hisoka said simply.
"But—"
The gray-haired man rose from his seat. "No buts, young lady," he muttered with a tone of finality. "You are my only child, and because of that, I have always let you have your way. But this… You will do this or I will cut you off."
Miyako huffed and sat on the couch. Her father, likewise, resumed being seated. For a few seconds, she simply pouted like a child less than half her age. Eventually, she threw her hands in the air. "Fine," she spat vehemently, "Where?"
"One of the shrines."
The teenager made a face. "But they stink of rotten wood and moss and—"
Lord Hisoka eyed his daughter sharply. "Those shrines have been with our family for generations and have brought us good fortune. Have you ever wondered why our manor is located in this obscene village? With the money I have, I can build a manor anywhere I want. In the past, my father had built a mansion in the Tea Village and spent a couple of years there. The result? Our family's finances dropped more than it had ever had during the entirety of its recorded history. My father sold the mansion without second thought and returned here, and even though it had taken the rest of his life, he managed to get back all that he had lost. Treat those places with respect Miyako."
"You're so superstitious," the young woman mumbled.
"What was that?"
"I was asking which one," Miyako lied.
"The one near the pond."
Kiba finally ceased his assault on his target's clit. Her orgasm didn't show any signs of slowing down, however, as his hips surged forward once more, each thrust inching her higher and higher up the bed. "How many more orgasms do you want, huh?" he grunted loudly as he speared her tirelessly, "How 'bout two? Do you want two more?" The bed creaked with every heave. 'Just a little more, and…'
With one last, mighty thrust, Miyako's head hit the headboard with just enough force to knock her out and produce a slight concussion. Immediately the screeches of delight ceased and the dog-nin put on the panic act. He attempted to wake her, knowing that the efforts would be futile. He jumped off the bed and dashed to the door. "Guys! Help!" he panted in convincing alarm.
The black-clad duo immediately rushed in. "What the hell happened?" they asked almost in unison.
The brunet smiled nervously. "I was fucking her really hard and then bam! Her head accidentally hit the headboard and she went out like a light!"
"Jeez! Are those hips of yours for real? You fucked her so hard she flew into the headboard hard enough to knock her out?" one of the guards asked, envy lacing his incredulous tone.
Truth be told, if he had used all his strength, he could've fucked her through the wall and broke her skull and every bone in her body in the process, but he kept that impressive little tidbit to himself. Instead, he smiled sheepishly and shrugged.
"Well, she's still breathing, so it probably ain't that bad, but we'll notify Kyoko-san and send her to the nearest clinic." One man scooped up the unconscious young woman in his arms and made for the entrance, followed closely by his colleague.
"Wait! What'll I do?" the Inuzuka asked.
The unencumbered guard looked back and spoke while the other continued his departure from the room. "I dunno. Clean up and talk to Kyoko-san, maybe? And put on some damn clothes. You're making all of us feel so… lacking."
Kiba bit back a smirk.
After the two men left, the brunet dashed to the flat. He didn't bother checking Sakura's room as he knew it would be empty. Considering that the mission was an S-rank item retrieval one entailing prolonged undercover work requiring the use of several paraphernalia, all other items were deemed a hindrance to expedient delivery. Shinobi who undertook such missions usually sealed their items into scrolls at the safest period prior to the actual item retrieval event and hid those scrolls somewhere for collection at a later time. Once the item they were seeking fell into their hands, the shinobi usually immediately departed, having minimal food supplies on their bodies. Once the mission was completed, the shinobi would usually return to get their items.
The Inuzuka entered his room. He had packed earlier that day and had buried the scroll at the base of a tree somewhere at the outskirts of town. His superior senses assured him that he was not followed. Such steps were necessary to ascertain that he would not be ambushed once he returned to pick it up a few days later. He took a lightning-fast shower, dried himself and produced a small scroll from beneath the mattress. With a small poof, his clothes appeared.
The dog-nin slid the black boxer briefs quickly, followed by black pants, the cloth hugging his powerful thighs and legs. He threw on a mesh shirt, the material stretching over his ripped torso, before donning his black jacket. He strapped on his sandals and weapons pouch and then stood before the mirror. He executed the necessary seals and saw the familiar red triangles fade back on his cheeks. Finally, he tied the Konoha hitai-ite tightly over his forehead. He took a deep breath, opened the window and leapt into the night.
The brown-haired jōnin arrived at the rendezvous point within seconds. He looked around and sniffed, finding no trace of Sakura. A foreboding feeling descended upon him. He growled so low it was almost inaudible.
Something had gone terribly wrong.

Sakura felt the warmth at the tips of her ears as Miyako's nonstop wails of bliss drifted out the open window. Kami, was she that loud whenever she and Kiba made love? Well, given the dog-nin's sexual prowess, she bet even the most reserved of shinobi would scream their throats raw in ecstasy if subjected to his skills.
As she crouched there waiting for her partner to grunt that magic number while in the throes of pleasure, the medical-nin found herself thinking that the mission was nearing its climax.
'Pun intended?' Inner Sakura joked.
The green-eyed kunoichi paid the imaginary being no heed, her thoughts instead drifting to the fact that after it was over, she didn't know if she could ever face her boyfriend again. The day had been utterly disastrous. She had had sex with not one or two, but all three kings. "Fuck," she cursed out loud, guilt gnawing at her insides like a duodenal ulcer.
The ninja's inner self tried to lighten the mood once more. 'What's got your panties in a bunch!? Being fucked by those three is easily every woman's number one fantasy, girl!' she squealed with a giggle, her eyebrows waggling suggestively.
Sakura's train of thoughts remained unbroken. The shame was so much that she secretly wished she could just vanish from the face of the earth, but the life of a missing-nin wasn't exactly desirable, not to mention her former teammates could track her down and kill her with minimal effort. "Fuck, why am I so weak?"
It was at this point that Inner Sakura knew that joking would have no effect. 'How many times must it be stressed that you are not weak?' the being said in an irate tone, 'Those two are special. You know that. You don't see your friends tearing themselves up about it, do you? Sure, they train, but they're not so fixated upon it so much that they let opportunities in life pass by because they're too obsessed with getting stronger. They're happy with the powers they possess.'
The kunoichi pushed a stray strand of her newly restored pink hair behind her ear as she heard the unmistakable sound of a woman in her peak. 'Now's not the time to psychoanalyze me,' she said, her heart rate jumping. Any moment now…
And then she heard it—the magical number. The scroll was in the second shrine.
"That's the one near the pond, right?" a familiar voice rang behind her.
The rose-haired ninja spun, sending a fist towards the source of the voice. A flash of recognition crossed her face. "You," she muttered in surprise, the fist slowing just a fraction.
Despite his proximity, Sakura's opponent dodged the blow so easily that she realized that even without the slight decrease in velocity, he could've evaded it. He vanished altogether and a split-second later, she felt a blow land on her neck, sending her world into darkness.

Author's Notes: As I mentioned above, there are just five more parts remaining plus an epilogue.
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