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A special note for all of you reading both "Part 3" and "Part 4", they are exactly the same in the beginning. I did this on purpose because they aren't really meant to be read together. They are alternate endings based upon one single changed action. For those of you reading both of them, they diverge after you call Kisame "master". Hit control and "F" at the same time, type master in the search box and read away.______________________________________________________________________________________________________________
Arm
and knee clean, stitched and bandaged; you finished changing into new clothing
and quickly made your way to Kisame’s room. You opened Kisame’s door without
bothering to knock. You knew he would be up and awake still. Sure enough, Kisame
was sitting on his bed, waiting for you. He was hunched over, elbows perched on
his knees and hands folded in the air. His chin rested onto of his large
fingers, face pointing at the door.Though
you had already been in this room earlier tonight the environment was completely
different. The wall still gapped open, but it was much less menacing that
before. Rather than an open mouth, all you saw was a large hole, revealing the
pipes that lead to the bathrooms. Despite the fact that Kisame had tried to kill
you, you were too busy being overjoyed at your sudden and complete control over
him. It was nice to feel like an omniscient, all powerful, goddess divine.
Nothing cured anger like a power trip.“I
brought your cloak back,” you indicated to the red and black fabric wrapped
around you.“Just
set it down over there,” Kisame instructed, pulling himself up onto the bed.
His long legs stretched out across the mattress as his back turned to you. He
did not even look back at you. That was fine by you, more to your advantage. You
dropped the cloak and walked across the room to the bed. You crawled up right
behind him, placing your legs on either side of him. The bed squeaked heavily
under you, probably having seen better days. The
second your hands touched his neck, you felt him tense up. You instantly knew
you were correct in your conclusions before. The man had not been touched like
this in quite some time. All his muscles were knotted and probably sore. It was
a small wonder he was itching for a fight all the time, he probably used the
adrenaline to block out the stiffness. You decided to add some light massage to
your backrub, just to try and loosen him up a bit.You
let you fingers cascade down onto his shoulders, eight digits settling above his
collar bone and two thumbs against his neck. You let your thumbs move in tiny
circles, pressing mildly hard into his tense neck. You felt him relax a little,
breathing heavily through his nose. Good, his muscles needed some firm pressure
and he loosened right up.“Geeze
Kisame, you’re really tense,” you observed, pressing down on a particularly
tight spot until it unwound a bit. “When is the last time you just relaxed?”“I
can’t remember. Missing ninja don’t usually get that luxury,” he pointed
out, closing his eyes.“Oh,
yeah. I forgot,” you replied. You
had joined the Akatsuki long before being counted as a missing ninja, doing some
casual spy work for them first. When you had left your village, it was a sure
thing. Unlike Kisame, you had never had to spend time on the run, all alone. You
had new allies right from the get go. He came to the Akatsuki after plotting a coup d'état and assassinating a feudal lord.
He fought against the forces of the Land of Water by himself for a few years
before Akatsuki came along. No doubt, he had a much tougher life than you. As
you hit another patch of tightness, you frowned deeply at him. Your thumbs
pressed in, slowly rolling up his neck and then back down. You worked intently,
making sure you did not grip him too hard with your other fingers. Doing two
things at once took all your concentration. You switched positions, pulling your
legs back. Moving into a kneeling position right behind Kisame, you leaned into
your motions. Finally, after those muscles submitted to your prowess, you
returned to your speech.“Damn
it Kisame,” you grumbled, finding another sore patch. “New orders from your
team mate. Relax a little. You’re so tense you feel like you’re about to
snap.”Kisame
tilted his head upwards, staring backwards at you. You stopped moving for a
second, and gave him your best commanding gaze. You knew you did not have the
authority to give orders that lasted longer than tonight, but you sure as hell
were going to try. If he ever came back to you again, begging for another
backrub, you sure as hell wanted it to be easier than this. The strain you were
putting into your thumbs was locking into your shoulders, making them sorer than
they had ever been before.“All
right,” he consented, lip twitching into a tiny smile.You
nodded as if you say “damn straight”, and then switched back to your
original position. Legs at his sides again, you switched from massage to a true
back rub. Using the very tips of your fingers, you rubbed small circles into his
shoulders. You could feel the cloth slipping beneath your ministrations. It
moved back and forth, bunching up and preventing you from really touching any
one spot. It would not do.“Take
off your shirt.”Kisame
leaned back on his right elbow, twisting around to look at you. His gaze was
questioning with a hint smart ass. A feminine girl would have blushed cutely, or
been embarrassed at the provocative suggestion. You just met his gaze with
sterile rationale, clearly not bothered by the implications of what you just
ordered. It was so intensely man-like of you that Kisame was having a hard time
keeping a straight face. You glowered at him.“It
keeps moving and I can’t rub your back,” you explained, eye twitching.Kisame
shook his head in amusement and stood up from the bed. With his back to you, he
placed his hands at the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head in a few
grasping motions. As it slipped up his body you were surprised at how lean he
was. Under all his cloak and clothing, you thought he was the huge body builder
type. Instead, you were pleasantly impressed by the broad shouldered, medium
build he carried. It wasn’t the big beefy six-pack and rolling biceps from the
pages of “Play Girl” but it was a strong, functional build based around
mobility and strength.A
quick flick of the wrist insured that no one knew you were drooling.Kisame
sat back down on the bed, never turning around. Your hands resumed their work,
fingertips tracing circles into his blue flesh. You felt a few tiny, brail like
bumps on his skin. They came from the clogged pores and half formed pimples
scattered around his back. Aside from these, his skin was seamlessly smooth, dry
and hot. It surprised and puzzled you so much that you unconsciously stopped.“What
is the problem?” Kisame grumbled, clearly unhappy with your lack of movement.
You smiled a little, starting up again. Your fingers delicately tickled their
way down his spine.“Just
a little surprised. Your skin is so smooth. I didn’t expect it to feel like
that,” you admitted.“What
did you expect it to feel like?” Kisame questioned sarcastically.“One
of two things. Cold and clammy like a fish-”Kisame
snorted at the idea.“Or
smooth one way and rough another, like shark scales, [1]” you finished, making
large loops across his shoulder blades. Kisame tilted his head and stared up at
the ceiling, as if pondering something [2]. “I
can do the second one with enough chakra,” Kisame mentioned offhandedly.“Seriously?”
you inquired, really impressed. You had been half joking.“M-hmm…”
he nodded. “It makes me move faster in the water.”“I
knew it!” you boasted, jabbing your finger violently in the
air. “I told him so! Wait until we get back home. Deidara is gonna get it!”
Kisame just shook his head in good humor. Kisame
sat painfully still, as you moved up and down his back. He looked like he was
either asleep or spontaneously changing into a living statue. You pressed a
little harder, unsure if he liked the force. Your finger tips dug a little more
into his body, feeling all the parts below the surface. His ribs were covered by
a thin layer of fat. They were only slightly visible, but you could feel their
breadth. The made room for huge lungs and a large heat, no doubt the source of
his stamina.“Lighter,”
Kisame commanded. You were startled. You didn’t even know he was still awake.“Okay,
okay. I got it,” you replied, telling him with your tone to back off. “Do
you want to lay down too master? Maybe take a little nap?” you added
sarcastically.“Not
now, maybe later,” he replied in a sardonic tone. It was terrible acting but
the poor theatrics suited him well. He didn’t strike you as the type to be
dramatic.
Lightening
up on your touch, you resumed your efforts. Your fingers barely brushed the
hairs on his back. You could feel their ticklish dance across your skin. You
leaned forward, rubbing up his neck and into his spiky blue hair. It was coarse,
almost as wiry as a buzz cut, but with much more length. You vaguely thought
that it felt like the sandpaper you had imagined his skin to be.As
Kisame shifted underneath you, his head brushed heavily against your breasts.
You were a bit startled by it, but not bothered in the least. So what? You’d
been in many battles before and people more disagreeable than Kisame had copped
a feel. You actually decided to press forward a little more, using the back of
his head for support.“You’re
strange.” Your
attention refocused on the man below you. His creepy eyes watched you intensely,
practically burning a hole into your face. Had you been anyone else, it probably
would have freaked you out. As it stood, however, it was par for the course. You
continued on with your work, responding only because you felt like it.“How
so?” you questioned, ignoring the insult. “Things
that should not bother you do and those that should do not,” he observed.
“It’s very bizarre.” You glowered at him.“Hey!
I’m allowed to be pissed that I can’t get a date because everybody thinks
I’m a man! You should know, it’s not like you get any T&A looking like
you do!” you spat.There
was an uncomfortable pause as a black cloud of doom and depression hung over
Kisame’s head.“After
all, I am strangely colored,” he muttered. A
sweet, loving, kind girl would have been instantly filled with sympathy. Her
arms would have flung wide and hugged Kisame, apologizing for saying something
so mean and heartless. However,
that was not you.“Yeah,
pretty much. You look like a blueberry,” you threw in, adding insult to
injury. Kisame’s head shrank lower. Your hands lifted off his head, settling
by your sides. Kisame came out of his shell just in time to notice you had
stopped your massage. Suddenly, your arms wrapped around his waist, hands
locking themselves into his lap. “But
I like blueberries…” you continued. You plopped your head down on his
shoulder, breath tickling his ear. Kisame stared at you, baffled and shocked.
You felt yourself becoming very sly. His reaction was too perfect. Had he been
without a girl, any girl for so long that your sneaky little
comment did that much to him? This was too great an opportunity to let pass.“Neh…
Kisame…” you muttered, moving around to be at his side. You put your face
right up next to his, cocking your head and smirking at him. “I bet you taste
good.”LICKThe
expression on Kisame’s face was priceless. His upper lip was pulled over his
lower one, hiding three quarters of it. One side sagged lower than the other,
angling his face and pulling his cheek muscles inward to his nose. His eyes were
wide, pupils perfectly centered on you. One brow was cocked downwards, the other
rose so high you feared it would disappear into his hairline. The skin on his
chin was pulled taut, wrinkling in a pattern reminiscent of an upside down
smiley face. “Oh
God, your face! Your face!” you gasped, so bloody red in the cheeks that you
looked like a tomato. One of your hands wrapped around your stomach, trying to
control your spasms of giggles. The other pointed to his head, shaking with
every crackle. You were on the mattress, drowning in peals of laughter. You
grasped at the sheets, crying so hard you couldn’t even breathe. Your
diaphragm shook, sending shooting pain twisting throughout your abdomen as you
desperately gasped for air. You started to calm down, but the thought of his
baffled look sent you onto your back, hips thrusting upwards as you contorted to
try to stop the fit of hilarity.“Shut
up,” he growled. You
were able to bite your upper lip for a few seconds, keeping the noises inside
your body. However, the thought of his face threw you back into quaking guffaws.
It took a full three minutes to get you under enough control to speak.“You
looked like a drowning rat,” you rasped, still trying to return to your normal
color. “I’ve never seen someone so helpless and
clueless in my entire life!”Kisame
glowered at you, teeth bared and eyes beady. It reminded you strongly of a
certain pre-ass-whooping look you had received earlier. It was a powerful motion
which stopped your laughter cold. You weren’t usually one to learn from
experience, but the night’s events were hard to ignore. You definitely wanted
to mess with him a little more, but decided not to go the ego bashing route.
Besides, you had a much better idea.“So…”You
rolled onto your side. The mattress made a grinding “squeak” as you pushed
up, lifting into a squatting position. “…are
you angry with me for doing something gross…?”Leaning
forward, you ended up on the bed in front of Kisame’s crossed legs. Your eyes
centered on his again, this time more serious than ever.“or
because you don’t want a boy-girl like me getting too close…?”Your
hands gripped his knees, entire torso invading his personal space. He pulled
back slightly and your face leveled with his. Your eyes were hooded, thoughts
lost deep within the most devious plot of the night.“or
was it because I didn’t get close enough?”Your
forehead bumped against his, eyes perfectly at the same height. You could feel
his blazing breath on your nose, tickling the peach fuzz on your face. It seemed
Kisame was convinced you were screwing around again. In a typical manly
response, he did not move, though his furrowed brows clearly indicated his was
not comfortable. He reacted to all your movements, all your taunts, all your
pushes like it was a knock on his masculinity. It really looked like he was
rising to some sort of authoritative challenge. It was as if he had to prove he
was the stronger male. He must really have thought of you as a guy to treat the
situation like that.Too
bad you weren’t.Your
lips met his the second he breathed in, your arms jerking from his knees to his
shoulders. Your fingers clasped them, using them as a brace to hold you up. His
lips were neither rough nor smooth but, rather, wrinkled, as if he’d been in
the sun too much. You could feel his entire body tense up, as if he had never
relaxed at all. You pressed, let off and pressed again, pulsing your mouth to
try and get a reaction out of him. There was none. After ten seconds you pulled
away, just enough to see his eyes clearly.“You
know,” you whispered, adding a hint of smart ass to your tone. Your hands
lightened up a little, but still held onto his shoulders tightly. “If you
don’t say anything, I’m just going to do it again.”Kisame’s
shortened breath was the only sound you heard.The
second time you kissed him it was more powerful. You knees rose off the bed
more, causing you to put more weight on him. Sneaky arms traveled their way past
his shoulders and draped themselves around his neck. You felt your chest connect
with his as you dove deeper, almost nipping at his softly creased skin. Your
lips parted slightly, cheek rubbing against his. As you sucked in a quick
breath, his smell locked into your memories. It was a damp, unpleasant musk like
stale water with a hint of clay. There was also the pungent order of salty,
smarmy sweat, echoing in your nostrils. It repulsed you a bit, so you decided to
pull away.As
you let up, two giant hands clamped down on your pelvic bones and pulled you off
balance. You found yourself sprawled against him, arms outstretched as if you
had planned to catch yourself. Kisame’s slimy tongue flicked out and rubbed
against you, as his hands moved to grab your ass. You were too shocked to budge,
completely taken aback that Kisame was groping you. His
legs straightened out quickly. One ended up between yours and the other on your
right side of your right leg. His left hand wrapped around your skull, forcing
you into the kiss. He used his right hand for balance. With it, he pushed off
the bed, using his hips to flip you onto your back. You sensed the shift and
wrapped your arms around his large neck for stability.
You hit the mattress hard, the springs protesting loudly. Kisame’s hand
slipped out from behind your head and encased your left wrist. He pinned it to
the sheets, holding your other arm down at the bicep. “Kisame…”
you mumbled into the kiss, shaking your wrist to get his attention. He pulled
away slowly, his face still hovering over yours.“What?”
he demanded lazily.“I
thought you said I looked like a boy?” “And
I thought,” he replied, looking completely serious, “that you were going to
get laid tonight and that even “Jashin-sama” himself couldn’t stop you
from doing that.”“Oh…”
you muttered, weighing your options. Kisame
was blue with gills, and had world’s creepiest eyes, but he was still pretty
attractive to you. It didn’t hurt that he seemed to be the only guy in the
entire area who realized you were a chick. You were still mad at him, but
certainly in a dire need a good romp in the sheets. He nearly killed you
earlier, but you always had a thing for the dangerous types. You didn’t have
any condoms, but you were on the pill.Hell,
why not? You’d done worse.You
raised your head off the sheets, lifting your face to his. He met you half way,
driving you back down onto the bed. You could feel your hair twisting up against
the cotton as your tongues met. They lapped at each other, rubbing against the
other in a bumpy grind. His sharp teeth pricked at you whenever you strayed too
far. His grip on your arms tightened, cutting off your circulation. The painful
needle pricks of blood loss crept up your arm in waves, stabbing sadistically
wherever they went. Though it hurt
like hell, you were too obsessed to care. It had been so long since anybody
kissed you and you knew it’d be hell hard to start again if you stopped.You
moved your right leg to the side, rubbing up against his body. You felt Kisame
groan, lowering himself so that he was completely on top of you. The weight of
his dense frame nearly crushed you. You found it was twice as hard to get a good
breath of air in. His hot flesh pressed against the thin shirt you wore. Kisame
let go of your arms and lifted your shirt higher, exposing your stomach.
His skin felt like a heating pad pressed against you. You started to feel
sweat on your abdomen, face and in your arm pits. It was sticky, hot and
starting to stink. A bead of salty water rolled down into your eye, causing it
to burn something fierce.What
was he, some sort of fishy furnace?It
was then that he lifted off you completely, hands tugging at your shirt again.
You raised your arms and allowed him to pull it over your head. As it yanked
against your bandage, you hissed in pain. If he noticed, he didn’t care. His
giant hands were too busy behind you, trying to unclasp your bra.“It’s
a front clasp,” you murmured, pulling his hands back to your breasts. Knowing
he wouldn’t figure it out on his own, you moved his hands to cup your breasts.
You and he pushed both cups in the center and then let go as the bra fell open.
“See? Easy.”“Maybe
for a girl, not for me,” he returned, pulling the straps over your arms.“You
ought to learn. It’s impressive when guys do it on their own,” [4] you shot
back, mouth lapping at his ear lobe. Your teeth dragged across it, gently
tugging at the soft, lumpy flesh. “And why is it that I’m a girl now?“For
once in your life,” Kisame commanded, leaning over you. He clasped your
shoulders, and pulled you towards him. “just be quiet.”You
found yourself locked in another kiss. Half thinking, you reached down and
fumbled with the buttons on his pants. They slipped out of your fingers at
first, so you scooted closer. Your tongue slipped across the smoothly coated teeth inside
Kisame’s mouth. It played at the tips of his vicious canines, lightly prodding
their razor sharp edges. Pushing past the white daggers, you met his tongue,
pushing and sweeping all around his mouth. Your lips were dry, your head was
spinning and you finally got the last button. You put your hand on Kisame’s
chest, shoving him back. God,
he weighed a ton.Once
both of you were sitting up, you dug your fingers into his shoulder. Guiding his
body around, you managed to switch places with the gilled man. His butt was
firmly seated on the bed as you leaned over him. Your fingers trailed down his
chest and into his lap. They quickly found his open pants crotch and tugged it a
little wider. Then, your hands traveled out to the ends of his pelvis, gripping
the fabric of his pants.“Lift
up,” you instructed. He
raised hips slightly, as you pulled his pants and underwear down his legs. On
the way down, you realized that he had no hair on his legs. You guessed he
shaved it to reduce drag in the water. You carefully tugged his pants off his
feet and tossed them carelessly on the floor. Returning
to Kisame’s lap, you found him hard and twitching. It didn’t surprise you
much that his penis was blue, what part of him wasn’t, right? You noticed that
it wasn’t monstrously huge, but more proportional to him. It was a tad wider
than you’d seen in the past, but that didn’t stop you from your plans. You
descended to him, licking the sides and tip. Your tongue lolled out the corner
of your mouth as you slathered the top half of his cock with saliva. Your hands
met you at the task, one hand on his hips, the other gently holding the hot
appendage where you could reach.Opening
wide, you took him into your mouth. The rubbery flesh past your teeth and headed
to the back of your throat. You stopped just before he past the end of your
teeth and added some suction. Your mouth closed in around him, holding him tight
in the soft, fleshy cavern. You pulled back, and he popped out of your mouth,
leaving some precum dribbling across your tongue. You could hear a quiet groan
as you took him in a second time. Down
you went, trying to fit his entire length into your mouth. You could feel the
tip of his prick poke against the back of your throat. It jerked against your
supple muscles, half tickling half scratching your body. You fought down your
gag reflex, pulling him out slowly. The taste was salty, and by itself, not
unpleasant. However, you had more trouble with the smell. It was a dark musk,
adding a bitter, almost fishy flavor to the mix. You didn’t like it, but the
focus was on Kisame right now. Again
you let him enter, tongue cupping his growing erection and rubbing lightly
against the head as it past. Carefully, you tightened your lips down, trying
hard to make him push to get in. He responded, thrusting up against your hand.
You pressed down to keep his hips planted, only to have your wound spike with
pain. Unable to sufficiently counter Kisame’s push, you found his cock smash
into the back of your throat. It viciously stabbed you, brutalizing your
delicate skin. You made a choking noise and nearly jumped backwards. Coughing,
you grasped at your throat. Through
your watery vision, you could see Kisame standing up. He didn’t even look at
you as he walked away from the bed. As you hacked, you struggled to figure out
why he was walking away. Suddenly, you realized he was embarrassed. This was
probably his first time with a girl in a LONG time and he had managed to hurt
his lay. It occurred to you that he full intended to walk out and leave you
hanging. That couldn’t happen! You choked down your next coughs, tears
pricking your eyes as you held ever hack in. With that under control, you leapt
off the bed after him. As Kisame’s hand gripped the door handle, you caught
him by the arm and yanked on his limb roughly. When
Kisame turned around he was met with the full force of the loli-con lip bite. Your
face was tinted red on the apples of your cheeks, as you nibbled sweetly at your
bottom lip, pouting. Your knees knocked together as you let you clenched fist
soften into a gentle girly grip. You made your eyes as wide and doe-like as
possible, fully accentuating your femininity. You blinked cutely, focusing all
your attention on looking as sad as possible. You used your watery eyes to
really get the effect going. They shimmered with the most pathetic look you could
muster. Kisame
froze solid. His eyes darted back and forth, searching your face for the
masculine beast he knew. You retained your intensely feminine look, keeping him
locked on to you. It was the pan-ultimate technique for making a man halt
everything and listen up. You could practically see the magic of the loli-con
lip bite weave though his mind.As
you opened your mouth, the spell shattered into a million pieces.“I’m
all right,” you rasped, tears pricking at your eyes. It was a horrible
grinding tone of someone who had sand for a throat. Kisame snapped out of his
frozen state and looked mildly relieved. You were just frustrated. You fully
intended to sound as sweet as sugar, but it simply wasn’t in your nature.
Gulping heavily, you tried to coat the irritation with mucus. Trying to salvage
what was left of the enchantment, you looked up at him, a silly grin plastered
across your red face. “I’m
sorry. I forgot about my arm. I screwed up. Let me try again?” you begged
softly, grinning at him. You
had practiced your adorable porn girl smile for some years. It was the easy,
“I just want to please you” endearing kind that made hearts melt and men
cum. You even had the cutesy head cock and grinning eyes thrown in. The natural,
rosy blush on your cheeks actuated your beautiful face and sugary eyes. Rather
like the loli-con lip bite, this technique focused on the feminine touch.
However, the goal this time was to look a little older and so intensely good
natured that any guy felt like he was blessed to have your attention. More than
once, you’d used it to get an extra favor after sex. On look at an apologetic,
blushing, naked, sweetie with cum leaking out of her mouth was usually enough to
turn most men to jelly. If you swallowed their cum “accidentally”, the
effect was twofold. It was manipulative, devious and right up your alley.Kisame
nodded stiffly, giving you permission to start over. You moved your hand into
his, locking your fingers around his giant ones. Still in cutesy mode, you faked
a girly giggle and tugged him towards the bed. You turned him so that his back
faced the mattress and gently seated him on the box springs. They groaned loudly
as you clambered into his lap, positioning yourself as before. Your sycophantic
face died quickly, replaced by a wicked grin.This
time you didn’t hold back. Both
hands clutched his heated member as you opened wide and engulfed him. The
tension you kept with your tongue was a lot tighter than you’d ever tried in
the past. Careful not to bite him, you let your teeth delicately scrap along the
skin of his shaft. You pushed down farther, until your nose was about an inch
above his pelvis. You could feel coarse pubic hairs, tickling at the tips of
your nose. Then you slowly released him, making every second feel like he was
wrapped up tightly. When you reached the tip, you pushed down again, sinking to
the bottom. Kisame gasped as you increased your pace. His hands found their way
to your head, gripping your hair rather tightly. Down and up again you went,
pulling him completely out and lapping at the purple skin and pulsing veins. All
of a sudden, your head was pulled up and away. You stared at Kisame, trying to
figure out what you did wrong.“You’re
over dressed,” he explained, reaching for your shorts and panties. Okay,
so Kisame liked his blow jobs with a view. That’s cool. You could do that.His
fingers hooked under two layers of elastic and pulled them down all at once. You
quickly kicked them off your legs, letting them roll up as they hit the floor.
As soon as they were off, you tried to go back to his lap, but found your way
blocked. Kisame put his hand on your chest, and pushed you down on your back.
You blinked at him owlishly.“What
are you-” you started, until Kisame turned around and climbed over top of you.
He pushed your legs open, putting his fingers on your folds of skin. You felt
his trimmed fingernails digging into your soft flesh and he separated the
creases. You could feel the cold air of the room hitting your hot clint.
Suddenly, you realized what was going on. “I
always wanted to try this…” he murmured, lowering his head to your mound. You
panicked. A
blow job and a lay was all well and good, but getting licked down their always
felt pretty personal. Maybe your priorities were a little messed up, but asking
someone else to taste you just seemed so… intimate. It required them to give
all and not get anything back. At least sex gave them something too, you
understood the motivation. However, cunnalingus was nothing like that. You
felt like that was something you could only ask of somebody really close to you.
The type of somebody who stuck around for more than one night. The kind somebody
who put up with your bad moods. Wait…
Kisame qualified for that. Let’s try againThe
type of somebody who understood you, and accepted you as you were despite others
opinions. The kind of somebody who wasn’t put off by your “manly” manners.Damn
it, he did that too. The
kind of somebody who’s company you enjoyed more than anyone else and-Oh
hell, that was also true. Look,
it just didn’t feel right, okay? You weren’t THAT
kind of close with Kisame.Right?“Wait!
Kisame I-!” you gasped as his tongue touched you. Despite
the warmth of his mouth, his saliva felt freezing cold. You felt his smooth
muscle tracing your soft skin, making his way back towards you. You knew you
were getting wet, and not just from his tongue. “Gya-AAAHHH!”All
at once it brushed across something and you nearly blacked out. Your eyes filled
with grey swirls as your entire body racked with a hard shudder. Your fingers
clamped down on the bed cloth tightly, compacting it into tense wads.
Again his tongue flickered across the spot and again you cried out in
ecstasy. Panting
hard with a cherry red face, you stared at Kisame’s cock, dangling before you.
You forced one of your hands off the mattress, gently pulling him towards your
mouth. Raising your neck, you licked the very tip of his member. You dipped into
the small crease at the top and felt Kisame shudder. Wrapping your lips around
his head, you raised your mouth and took him inside of you.Every
time you sucked him hard Kisame would dance across your button. The feeling was
so incredible that you were electrified. This spurred you on, making you move
faster despite the hard cramps in your neck. You licked just below the rim of
his head, teasing the sensitive skin there before slipping back up and flicking
the hole again. Precum flowed onto your tongue, filling your mouth the taste of
sex. “KYAAAAAH!”
You
shrieked, as Kisame flicked his tongue across that spot very quickly. Luckily,
you had the presence of mind to drop his cock from your mouth on the first
spasm; otherwise you might have bit him. You practically seizured on the bed,
hips wildly bucking and hands clamped so tight no blood could flow to your
fingers. Just as quickly as it started, it stopped again. You fell back on the
bed, gasping for air like a beached fish.Kisame
climbed off of you, turning around while you watched lazily out of one eye. Your
ears were ringing so loudly that you weren’t able to hear anything. The whole
situation was so detached. Everything moved but you didn’t really understand
why. You felt Kisame spreading your legs and lifting them up. You observed as he
centered himself and finally snapped out of it once his rock solid cock touched
you.“Ready?”
he questioned, his fingers digging into your fleshy thighs. You nodded, half
coherently.Kisame’s
cock slowly entered you. You felt your entrance stretching painfully, trying to
accommodate him. It stung something horrible and you felt shooting pain between
your legs as Kisame pushed in. Deeper and deeper, the feeling plunged until you
felt like your entire body was going to tear apart. You breathed heavily,
sucking in air through your nose to try to dull the pain.With
a grunt, Kisame pulled out and shoved back in again. As he moved in you, your
muscles clutched him, tightly coiling around his manhood. Your mouth hung open a
little, tacky saliva coating your dry lips as your body rocked against his. You
could feel every twitch, every pulse that trembled through him. Your legs were
pushed high into the air, toes curling tightly behind his back. The light
smacking of his blue balls against your butt sent chills through your spine. The
contractions in your womanhood were so potent that they made your stomach flip.
You hung between the feeling of nausea and intense tingling. Every
movement stung more than the last, though the adrenaline coursing through your
veins helped numb the pain. Your breathes came in small gasps, perfectly timed
with each thrust. Kisame’s hands moved from your legs to your arms, holding
you down and branching himself all at once. His actions became more frantic,
almost jittery in their motions. You could taste his sweat in the air. It hung
in a cloud, completely wrapping you in its scent. In your hazy state of mind,
you found that it had a spicy bite to it. The strong smell turned you on in some
primeval way. It made crave his body, wanting anything he gave you more than
life itself.Suddenly,
Kisame’s movements slowed. You looked up to see his face beading with
perspiration and purple from exertion. His eyes were clamped shut. You saw his
chest heaving, desperately trying to catch his breath. A
lot of people think that having high physical stamina automatically makes you a
sex god. You had found that it helped, but never really helped you avoid getting
worn out. Having all of your senses overload at once was not conducive to being
able to move. In the end, you found that the better the sex, the faster you
tired. So, when Kisame looked like he was about to collapse, you took it as a
compliment. “Want
me to take over?” you asked, playfully rolling your head to the side. You were
panted too, smiling with one eye winking and the other half-lidded.Kisame
opened one fishy orb and squinted down at you. Slowly he nodded, pulling out
with a wet gurgle of released suction. He rolled onto his back as you climbed
atop of him. Resting on his legs gently, you watched him pant for a bit, smiling
to yourself in feminine satisfaction. Your hand found his hard member and guided
it to your soaking entrance. You rubbed the head on yourself, just to get it
lubricated. Quite by accident, you brushed against the spot Kisame found and
shuddered in cascading waves of pleasure.You
aligned his prick with your hole, holding yourself over it for a second to
ensure it was in the right place. Leaning on your right hand, you pressed the
tip inside with your left and stabilizing the shaft to prevent injury. After
all, who would help your horny ass out if Kisame’s penis broke? Little by
little, you lowered onto Kisame, fully sheathing him inside you.You
raised yourself off him with a moan, both hands splayed on his chest for
support. About half way up the shaft you plunged down again, letting him jerk
into you. Again, you rose up and came crashing back down, getting high off the
feeling of him twitching. It resounded through your body, its epicenter
somewhere between your butt and stomach. On the third fall, you squirmed a bit,
letting your mouth hang open in ecstasy. You forced the muscles of your vagina to
clamp around him, squeezing him as you rode his blue cock.Somewhere
along the way, Kisame’s hands found their way to your breasts. He cupped them
at first and then pinched the nipples tightly. You yelped in surprise, only to
find that the bite of pain was quickly replaced by a prickle of delight down
your spine. It’s tickling traveled deep inside you, making you feel both
turned on and in need of a bathroom.You
leaned forward, hips bouncing on Kisame’s as you rode him faster and faster.
His fingers grasped at your breast, tweaking your tits until you nearly
collapsed. Your stomach twisted tightly, muscles clasping together and driving
the wind right out of your lungs. You gasped for breath, but found yourself
unable to take one. Your head burned with grey stars, vision nearly blinded by
ever intense movement of him inside you. The pressure in your gut was so strong
you couldn’t hold yourself up anymore. You fell down onto his chest, missing
only one pulse.The
world tumbled upwards as you pounded against him.
Your thighs cramped something awful, toes ceasing as your breasts rubbed
against his blazing skin. Face buried in his collar bone, the smell of sex was
all around you. It tore through your senses and left your mind blank save for the
need to never stop moving. His short, coarse hair rubbed against your face,
abusing the skin it touched like sandpaper on silk. Tears leaked from the
corners of your eyes as you pounded onward. A feeling bubbled inside you,
spreading like a warm wave all through your veins. You alternated between hot
and cold, completely unable to stop yourself. A small whimper escaped you at the
thought.“Ki-Kisame!
I- I’m-”He
growled viciously, understanding your garbled message. He pulled out for a
second, practically throwing you against the mattress. The second you were down,
he was between your legs again, driving onward. You could hear him in your ear,
grunting like a wild beast as he banged into your body. Your torso cracked
backwards into a lump of sheets. Your head pounded into bed, neck whipping back
and forth with each frenzied thrust. Shivers of pleasure racked your body, every
muscle convulsing as your heart thudded wildly against your rib cage. Kisame
groaned and a wave of fiery hot liquid filled you. One
final tremor from him sent you flying towards oblivion. Eyes
clouded by spiraling black, you sighed heavily, your head falling to the side.
Though you couldn’t think too well, every touch was a thousand times stronger.
The sheets of the bed were jagged against your highly sensitive skin. You felt
Kisame pull out and collapse; half of him landed on top of you. His head rested
in the crook of your neck, heavily pants echoing in your ear. The warm puff of
breath felt like blistering steam against the super receptive skin. You could
feel the sweat from his body smearing onto you. It made you sticky and
uncomfortable.As
your senses awakened to the world, you noticed one very important thing: you
needed to use the bathroom, BAD. Without
thinking, you tried to leap off the mattress, only to find yourself weighted
down by a muscular body. You shoved at it, with both arms, trying to get it off.
The only thing you succeeded in was hurting your left arm and eliciting a growl
from the deadweight.“Kisame,
get up! I have to take a piss!” you demanded into his ear. At first, he
refused to move. Something that sounded suspiciously like “shut up” was
murmured into the soft skin of your neck. With his responses to commands
unsatisfactory, you punched him in the side. Your fist practically bounced off
the tough muscle there, but he got the message. He grumbled, lifting himself up
just enough for you to sneak out from under him. In a flash you were off the
bed, heading towards the bathroom door in the front corner of his room. As it
slammed behind you, you saw a haggard looking Kisame watching you through one
eerie white eye.
Staggering
back out of the toilet, you found Kisame still scrutinized you from the bed. He
had managed to get his pants and underwear on, but left his shirt off. You
focused anywhere else in the room, trying not to look like a drooling idiot. He
was on his side, stare totally focused on your every move. You felt mildly
uncomfortable already, and his creepy eyes did not help. Knowing
the drill from other flings, you strolled over to your clothing. You snatched it
from the floor, quickly pulling on your underwear and bra. Your goal, as always,
was to get out of there as soon as possible. It had never been a problem before,
but your girly side felt the urge to linger. She had never been so vocal in her
life and you found it difficult to shut her up. Eventually, your more masculine
personality gagged her and you were able to think straight. Nobody liked an
overly clingy partner after a one night stand. It was best to leave and quickly.
The
boards of the inn squeaked loudly in the silence as you made your way to the
door. However, as you touched the knob, a voice stopped you.“Do
you always run away after something serious?”You
turned back, shooting Kisame a questioning look. “What
do you mean?” you asked.“You
did it before and now you’re doing it again. You stand and fight when it makes
you mad, but any other emotion makes you run away like a child,” he observed. Kisame
was right of course. You were a perfect fight or flight type. You’d slaughter
anyone that infuriated you, but conflicting emotions like fear or confusion made
you flee like a fish on a hook. Of
course, you’d never admit to that.“Do
not,” you grumbled, dropping the door knob.Kisame
just smirked at you, teeth glinting in moonlight. You could see he felt he was
correct, and it made you livid. You stalked over to the bed, finger jabbing at
him accusingly.“Do
NOT!” you growled at him, eyes flashing with rage. Any
fool would have been running in fear, but Kisame was no fool. He had beaten you
once and could easily do so again. The realization that, for all your yelling
and screaming, your threats were completely hollow wacked you upside the head
like a bad cartoon. In your mind, you summoned another gigahammer and showed
that realization who put the “beat” in “beat down”. For all the mental
violence you vented, you still were pissed.“DO.”You
put your face right against Kisame’s, eyebrows twitching.“FUCKING.”
Staring
him down like a wild animal, you climbed back into the bed. You used your hands
to find the mattress, refusing to break eye contact with the demon shark.“NOT!”
you finished, pulling the sheets over top of you and settling in for the night.
Your head hit the pillow in self satisfaction. Still amped on winning an
argument, you took one last pot shot at your partner. “See
Kisame, at least one of us here is right,” you murmured happily, rolling over to
face away from him.“I
completely agree. One of us is definitely right,” Kisame concurred, rolling to
the other side.There
was a smirk of self satisfaction from your end. Of course one of you was right,
didn’t he just see how you came right back? Clearly you weren’t running
away. After all he had really-Wait
a minute.Just
who was Kisame agreeing with?
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[1]
“Shark skin feels exactly like sandpaper because it is made up of tiny
teeth-like structures called placoid scales, also known as dermal denticles.
These scales point towards the tail and helps to reduce friction from
surrounding water when the shark swims. Because of this, if someone rubbed the
skin from the head towards the tail, it would feel very smooth. In the opposite
direction it feels very rough like sandpaper.”http://www.flmnh.ufl.edu/fish/education/questions/basics.html#skin
[2]
Are you pondering what I’m pondering? X3 [3]
I bet you were hardcore looking for a number 3, right? Guess what....
THERE ISN'T ONE! Okay, here's a note since I'm sure I just pissed somebody off:
-I ordered a Kisame plushie off ebay for $2.90. WIN!-Shipping cost me $10. FAIL!-But $12.90 is still less than the $20 they wanted at Cleveland Colossal Con.
EPIC WIN FOR THE INTERNET!
[4]
I love double entendres.