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Reacquainted With Your Body	By : JigokuDayu Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 5848 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 4
- 5
I rubbed my eyes. "Where am I?" It was definitely not my room, but it had a very familiar scent to it.
"Good morning... Lover." Orochimaru's voice shook the remnants of sleep from my brain. He was cuddled close to me, his legs bent and woven with mine. The upper side of his toes were pressing against the soles of my feet.
"Oh! Yes, I'd say this is a very good morning." Now that I had found my bearings, I smiled to myself and gave a relaxed yawn.
Another yawn came from behind me, hitting my neck. When it passed, he spoke again. "You're not ashamed of what we did last night?"
"No, not in the slightest."
He pressed his lips to my shoulder. "It pleases me to hear that."
Turning over, I nestled my face in his chest. "I love you. Why should I be ashamed that we expressed our love physically?"
His arms encircled me, holding me even tighter. "You have no lingering doubts about my love for you?" he asked.
"No. Not anymore, I don't think. There were a lot of things that needed to be said, by both of us. I think we got through pretty much all of them. It helped me a lot to get it all out. Now that I've said what I needed to say, I'm more at ease. And all the things you told me about your feelings and what's happened to you; it means so much to me that you've allowed me to be this close to you." I met his eyes, searching them, and rediscovering the warmth from the previous night remained there. "You've made me feel needed and wanted, and most importantly, I feel you finally trust me. My life has value again."
Orochimaru looked down. "You've always had value, my dear. I shouldn't have made you think that you didn't." One hand inched up my back to stroke my hair.
"It's forgotten. I won't hold onto that pain any longer. I'm sick to death of suffering," I groaned. "It's not as easy as that, I know. It will take time and effort. I'll need your support going through the healing process." I took his hand in mine and interlaced our fingers. "But I am determined to live a different life starting today. And I want to be here for you and give you all the things you've needed, yet have been denied."
"Your talent for perseverance continues to impress me, Anko-chan." He smiled, then kissed my neck.
"What time is it?" I asked, rubbing my still-sleepy eyes. It was then I noticed that his hair was impeccably styled and his earrings were on again. "And why do you look so perfect in the morning?"
"It's almost noon," he said. "I was awake earlier. You were out cold, so I got ready for the day and saw to some things in the lab. I came back and you were still sleeping. You looked so comfy, I decided to undress and join you."
Stretching, I yawned again. "You could have woken me up. You don't have to watch me sleep."
"I like watching you sleep." He kissed my temple while squeezing his arms around me. "You had an exhausting night. We were up close to dawn making love and talking. And you cried several times. Remember when you were young, how deeply you would sleep after a good cry? You did that the night I found you, even."
"You remember that?"
With a kiss to my brow, he replied, "How could I forget?" His fingertips swiped across my chin. "My little girl… You don't mind me calling you that?"
"No, I think it's sweet. And it makes me feel loved. I want you to keep calling me that. And keep letting me sit on your lap. I really like that." I ran my hand along his chest and gazed into his eyes.
He caressed my cheek. "I like that, too."
A minute or so went by as we simply cuddled. With some reluctance, I sat up, intending to take care of my morning routine. To my surprise, I saw that my clothes and other belongings had been picked up off the floor and were nowhere to be seen. Only the orange yukata that I'd packed was laid out on the tansu, beside his nice indigo one with the snake motif. "You put my things away?"
"I wanted to make you feel more at home with me. Your belongings are in the drawers on the left side of the tansu. Except your dresses and your cloak. They're hanging in the wardrobe."
I put on my yukata and got out my make-up bag. It was doubtful my morning breath was a bother to him, as much time as he'd spent around rotting corpses, yet I still preferred to brush my teeth without further delay. When I'd finished with my ablutions, I headed over to the wardrobe. I could feel his eyes on me as I looked through my clothes. Sure enough, when I turned around, Orochimaru was giving me that come-hither stare of his I'm so weak against.
He made a whimpering sound. "Come back to bed, my dear."
"So soon?"
"I happen to enjoy cuddling."
As I slipped off my yukata, I gave him a knowing smile. "I always suspected as much," I said, crawling back under the covers.
He nuzzled my shoulder with his face. "Mmm, this is comfortable. You're so warm and soft. Let's stay in bed like this all day."
"I could go for that, though I am getting a little hungry." The thought that my stomach might start growling was a concern. It would spoil the romantic moment we were having.
His hands went for my ponytail and took it down. With my hair loose, he took the opportunity to run his fingers through it. The sensation caused my skin to noticeably prickle, which made him smirk. Rather than let up, he proceeded to massage my scalp, which naturally made me melt into a blissful puddle. After finishing, he laughed. "Your hair is quite the mess now, my dear. Get me your comb and I'll brush it out for you. And I intend to wash it before our bath."
Just as he had requested, I got up to retrieve my comb for him. "A bath? When are we going to do that?" I asked.
He sat up and began brushing out my hair. "We should eat first. You'll need your strength."
"Why? What do you have in mind?" I asked, relishing the sensation of him lovingly combing my hair.
"Wouldn't you like to know?" Orochimaru laid me back down and started kissing my breasts. Then, just as he was getting me all worked up, he abruptly stopped. "You may dress now," he said, going to fetch his own clothes.
Breakfast, or rather lunch, was soon ready. This time, Log joined us, and it was generally a more relaxed experience. We all ate and there was distinctly less back and forth sniping between Orochimaru and myself. The meal was comprised of rice, miso, tamagoyaki, and grilled salmon. The lack of natto and tsukemono didn't surprise me. Orochimaru wasn't very fond of those side dishes. "You really made a lovely meal, Log-chan," I told him.
"It wasn't that much trouble. I was able to throw it together quickly. It's mostly leftovers."
I swallowed a bite of eggs and smiled at the young man. "Still quite good, though. This tamagoyaki is especially tasty."
"It is my favourite. I make it whenever I have enough time."
"It's his best dish," Orochimaru added.
We ate in relative silence for several minutes, until Log turned and looked me straight in the face. "You were very loud, last night," he said plainly.
I nearly choked on my bite of salmon.
"Log-kun, it's good when your partner is loud. Especially when it's a woman. It means you're doing it right." Orochimaru looked like the cat who ate the canary as he raised his teacup for a drink.
Slinking down in my chair, I hid my face in my palms. "Could you and your son not discuss my orgasms over breakfast? Sheesh!"
Orochimaru laughed. "You'll have to get used to his curiosity and terse comments if you're going to stay here. Do try to be more pedagogical, if not parental. He is young, but essentially grown. Far from what you would deem irritating. And he is my child. That should count for something. I want you to care for him in that sense."
"Honestly, he didn't bother me that much. It was more what you said that embarrassed me. I'm not angry or anything." I scratched the back of my neck. "Sorry, Log-chan."
Despite all this, Log appeared completely oblivious. "That's all right." His voice was as calm as could be.
"Are you still so reticent about others knowing of how I please you?" A subtle smirk took over Orochimaru's face while asking that.
My cheeks were burning up. "Well, yeah! At least around the people I'm going to see regularly. I like having some personal space."
"Very well. I'll wait till you're out of the room to give him details."
I shot Orochimaru annoyed glare. "Really? Must you?"
"Books can't explain everything, so he needs additional information. I certainly can't teach him the way I taught you!" Orochimaru flinched, looking horrified for a moment. "And I don't intend to bring him to one of Jiraiya's old haunts and have him learn the way I did. So open discussion it is."
"I think I know enough about sex." The chopsticks clinked on the plate as Log went for his last tamagoyaki slice. "Why don't you save it for Mitsuki? He's getting to that age."
"One can never know enough about sex." Orochimaru seemed to be contemplating his rice as he held the bowl up close to his face. He slowly scooped some into his mouth.
Some colour began to rise in Log's deathly pale cheeks. "Can't I just go to one of those places on my own? Or with Suigetsu? He's always offering to take me along."
"If you don't make it a habit the way Jiraiya did, I suppose," he groaned. "But first I'm going to have a little talk with Suigetsu."
"Fair enough. No turning out like Ojisan."
I placed my hand on Orochimaru's shoulder. "Maybe you should cut him a little slack. It's probably weird to hear about it from a parent, especially when there's a new partner moving in."
He smiled at me. "I do appreciate you showing him kindness, Anko-chan. I want those precious to me to get on well."
"Hmm, does this mean I'm the step-mummie now?" I laughed.
Orochimaru gave an exasperated sigh. "If it pleases you."
"I'm kidding! I just want you to know I love anyone you love." I got up and gave Log a kiss on the cheek.
Log blushed more and wiped the lipstick off with his hand. "It's like whenever Tsunade-obasan visits."
"Aww! That's so sweet that you consider the Fifth and Jiraiya-sama to be your aunt and uncle!" As I was still standing beside him, I hugged Log tight. Something about the young man was starting to give me all these warm, mushy feelings. He was so sweet and cute, I could understand how Orochimaru became so attached to him.
"Tsunade started them on that during her first visit. She so loves calling them her 'nephews' and regaling them with tales of our youth." Orochimaru shook his head, then lifted the miso to his lips for a slurp.
Cocking his head slightly, Log smiled one of the most adorable smiles I'd ever seen. "I like hearing her stories. They're fun."
"I think your boys are darling!" I said as I sat back down.
A sly smile arose on his lips. "It seems your maternal instincts are kicking in, after all. Soon you'll be asking me to impregnate you."
"Let's not go that far! A baby is the last thing I need at my age. Teenagers who belong to my lover are all I want."
His smile intensified, growing to a leer. "Good."
I turned to my new 'step-son' and booped his nose. "Log-chan, will you mind if I kiss Orochimaru in front of you?"
Log blinked, then turned back to the last of his meal. "After hearing you with him last night, why would I? It's much more seemly."
"Perfect!" I leaned over and kissed Orochimaru on the lips.
He gripped my chin as I tried to pull away. "Bear in mind, he's far more mature than you."
"Gee, thanks!" I flippantly retorted after he let go. "Maybe I'll make you wait another thirty years before I put out again."
He yanked me back to him and whispered in my ear, "I'm not above punishing you to make you behave." Orochimaru then kissed me hard, cramming his tongue into my mouth. His hand stroked my thigh under the table.
By the time he released me, I was panting and dizzy. "Yes, Sensei," I said, trying to catch my breath.
Smiling, he let go. "Later, perhaps. I have some work to do on my experiments. Would you be so kind as to assist Log in cleaning up? It'd be a good opportunity for you to get to know your step-son better."
"Oh, sure. I'd be happy to."
After Orochimaru left for the lab, Log and I went about clearing the table. "This brings back a lot of memories. I did most of the chores when I was his protege," I said. With a pensive sigh, I turned to face him. "Log-chan, did Orochimaru ever talk about me?"
"Hmm, you? Oh, yes." He paused in lighting up a cigarette to give me a surprised look. Log led me to the kitchen, where he tied up his sleeves and I swapped my cloak for an apron from the rack on the wall. He put things away as I got started on the dishes.
"What sort of things did he say?" I asked.
A plume of smoke exited his mouth, along with his reply. "Mostly that you were his special student from a long time ago."
"Special? Aww!" As the sink filled with water, I scrubbed the teacups. "Anything else?"
"That he was thinking about you." He set his cigarette down in an ashtray atop the counter. "And that you were the reason for his resurrection. Because you were bound to him. Sasuke performed the revival, but he was the one who necessitated it in the first place. So in fact, you deserved the real credit."
My eyes were getting misty. "Is that all?"
"He mentioned wanting to see you again. I suppose that's why you're here." Picking up a dish rag, he commenced drying the few dishes I had already washed.
After the cups, I was working on the larger crockery. "That means a lot to me. And I really hope the two of us can get along well. I want to be a cool step-mum for you. The kind you can hang out with and talk to about whatever's on you mind. We can be friends and I'll spoil you! And I can help you with things, too. But keep calling me, 'Anko-san.' 'Mum' would make me feel old."
"I guess, if that's what you want." As he waited for me to finish more dining ware, he put the ones he'd already dried in the cupboard. "I don't technically have a mother or father. That's why I don't call Orochimaru my father. He created me in a tube. Yet, we are still a family. We love each other. If you're going to become a part of that, I accept you."
"Aww, thank you! You're a real sweetheart, you know." I went up and hugged him, trying not to actually put my wet palms on him. Instead, I mostly used my arms, while bending my wrists to keep my hands out of the way. "It's a good thing I'm going to be living here, otherwise I'd want to take you back to Konoha with me!" I giggled.
Log shrugged slightly, smiling. "You're welcome, Anko-san." He giggled a bit, too. "Besides, I can always use some help around here. He doesn't have the time or patience for menial tasks, and the others are often out on village business. I'm usually stuck running the household on my own, in addition to assisting him in the lab. We'd both appreciate it."
"Say, how come you stay here with him, when your brother doesn't?"
"Mitsuki has strength and potential beyond ours. He is sworn to make up for our parent's mistakes and shortcomings. That requires him going to Konoha on his own." He smoked his cigarette some more. "I made a promise to our parent on my first day as his son. My vow is to help him become a better person, and to stay one."
I lowered my voice, not wanting to come across as intrusive. "Is that how you got that scar? When you tried to escape and he attacked you? He told me a little about it."
"Yes," Log said. "After he slashed my face, he gasped and began to weep. The sword fell from his hand. Then he knelt down and bowed to me, touching his head to the ground." Log's eyes turned glassy. He looked off in the distance as if he were watching the scene unfold there before him. "He called me his son and asked me to forgive him. Then he put his arms around me and pleaded with me to help him follow a better path, one leading out of the darkness. I saw that for all his schemes, he was the same as me; lost and alone. We needed each other. If he could hug me and accept me as his child, then I could love him like a father. Even if he created me for selfish reasons, he has raised me out of love. He can still be cruel, but only to be kind. His harsh lessons are always in our best interests. He pushes us to figure out for ourselves the right path to take. And he strives to be a better person for our sake. I'm proud to be his son."
Tears started to fall down my face as I rushed to embrace him once more. "Log-chan, thank you. Thank you for giving me back the man I love; the one I lost. I thought he was gone forever. I can't even begin to tell you how broken I was without him. Last night was the first time he ever said he loved me. I thought he'd never be able to say those words." Stepping back, I wiped my eyes. "None of this would be possible without you."
This time, Log was the one to give me a kiss on the cheek. "That is something else you would be helping me with by living here. Give him another reason to stay on this path. He needs romantic love, too. And from someone who can handle him. It will require a lot of understanding and forgiveness."
I laughed slightly. "Trust me, I know... And I promise you that I will. I need that, too. He proved to me he's capable of giving me those things now, so I'm not about to let him go." Wiping my eyes on my apron, I asked him about something else that had made me curious. "Orochimaru mentioned that Log wasn't originally your name. What was it?"
"It was also Mitsuki. When I ran away, he labelled me as 'Rogue.' I thought that was my name and kept calling myself that, but I couldn't pronounce it right. The others thought it was cute and it stuck." He shrugged and smiled.
That warmed my heart and made me coo. "Oh, how adorable! You're clearly a wonderful son. I bet you're a wonderful big brother, too."
"I try to be. We both try to balance stringency with affection." He looked away for a moment. "Is Mitsuki doing well?"
Having completed the dishes, I dried my hands and took off the apron. "I don't see him as much since he graduated from the academy, but I believe so. He smiles a lot and he's made several friends. And he's a very promising shinobi."
"I'm glad to hear that. We miss him around here," he said, hanging up the dish towel. "But I am proud of him."
Orochimaru caught up with me in the corridor. He was carrying our yukata in his arms. "Shall we go bathe now?"
"You're not going to punish me?" I asked, cocking an eyebrow at him.
"You've suffered enough," he replied with a teasing smirk. His hand cupped my cheek. "Tonight, I want to indulge you. Sometimes I enjoy spoiling those I care for. Would you like that, hmm? Would my little girl like to be coddled by her sensei?"
That filled me with girlish excitement. "Yes. Please coddle me, Sensei!"
He grinned and took me to the showers. We let our hair loose and undressed each other, setting our clothes by the yukata and towels. The shower, itself, was quite large, with several nozzles. Orochimaru turned three of them on and began wetting his hair. "Hurry in, my dear. I can't wash you from out there," he said, motioning for me to join him. I did so, closing my eyes when he took one of the shower nozzles down and held it closer to my head. After he washed my hair with his shampoo, he gave me the bottle. "You must promise to be gentle. And don't get any in my eyes."
"I promise." The label read'kinmokusei.' I recalled that being his favourite flower. It explained the sort of apricot scent filling my nose, which went nicely with the cucumber smell that naturally emanated from Orochimaru's skin. I poured a dollop into my palm and handed the bottle back to him, then worked it into his tendrils and scalp. "This must be great stuff. Your hair's gotten even prettier over the years," I said with a giggle.
"Just shampoo my hair. I don't want to have to change my mind about punishing you..." Despite his words, he purred as I moved my fingers through his hair. Then we took turns lathering each other up with the soap and thoroughly rinsing one another off with the shower nozzle. Apparently, he was quite interested in washing my backside, and I made sure to return the favour. He did look great from that angle. We were kissing and caressing a lot as we bathed. The intimacy was wonderful. It was one of those things I hadn't realised I would like so much, till I had this chance at it with him.
His hands suddenly went for my bottom, squeezing it. "I want this," he growled. "You'll let me have it, right? You know how much I like it there."
"I wouldn't dream of refusing," I replied, going in for another kiss.
"Mmm, good..." Our lips were barely apart as he said that. Orochimaru then spun me around and had me lean against the tiled wall, my back bent partially.
Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted him picking up another bottle. It was his other kind of soap. "Is this what you were planning earlier or do you normally keep lube in the shower?" I asked.
"It's one of the surprises I've planned. Since it occurred to me that you had yet to discover the pleasures of shower sex, I decided we ought to fix that before we do anything else." Orochimaru moved my wet hair aside, draping it over my right shoulder so he could lick my neck. "I want this to feel good for you," he groaned in my ear as he slipped a lubed up hand between my cheeks. He teased the hole there with his fingertip, yet stopped short of inserting it. Instead, he readied himself and slowly eased his cock inside.
After the initial adjustment to his intrusion, I loosened up and sighed. He was touching me and kissing my ear as he began moving his hips. "You still like this?" Orochimaru hissed against my neck. Without permitting me time to respond, he answered for me. "Of course, you love it!"
Regardless, I went ahead and told him what I thought of it. "Yes, I do love it! It's so good!" As he was plunging into me, I was unable to stifle my whimpering. The sensation was very different to regular sex, yet just as exquisite, if not more so. "Even better this time! I love it there, Sensei!" For a second, I worried he might come from me calling him that. He didn't, though. Presumably, it was only an issue if he was already close.
"Mmm, that's my girl. She loves my cock in her arse!" Orochimaru gripped me by my breasts, his fingers toying with my nipples. "That's something else I always regretted, that I only fucked your arse once. It's a pity, considering we both love it so much. But we can enjoy getting caught up. Right, my dear?"
"Yes! Oh, I've thought about it so many times!" I didn't elaborate on that. The two of us could discuss masturbation habits some other day. This was an experience I wished to savour exactly the way it was unfolding.
He moaned, "Want you… Want you," in time with his thrusting. Though he had begun with a slow pace, he was soon building up speed. "Mmm, I love fucking all your holes! They feel amazing!" Orochimaru's right hand travelled down to work my clit. "You're still so tight back there, too." The opposite hand caressed my hip and back, brushing off some of the water as it landed on me. "Come on, I want you to come for me. Be my good girl and come for me! Then I'll give you mine."
The way he spoke to me and the things he said had me losing myself very soon. Why I like that so much, I don't fully understand. However, I do like it, and knowing he also has an intense passion for it excites me all the more. And with the added attention his hands were paying me, I came for him. My cries of pleasure echoed off the shower walls.
"Let me go deeper… I want to bury it inside of you!" Orochimaru repositioned my body, bending me at the waist. Grabbing my hips, he drove himself further in. I could feel him rolling his pelvis into me. He was groaning with each thrust.
The pressure inside me was enormous, though not what I would consider painful. I could feel my eyes welling up and my pupils dilating. It was like I might burst. "Oh, Sensei! Sensei!" I gasped. This time, it did work, for he was hissing and moaning in ecstasy a second after that.
We rinsed off some more once he removed himself. Out of the shower, the two of us towel-dried our hair. I put mine back in a ponytail and he tied his up, as well. It was in a bun, just like that day I walked by him in the village. I couldn't take my eyes off him. "You look so elegant like that. When I saw you with your hair this way in Konoha, it was like falling for you all over again."
He tilted my chin up with one knuckle. "In that case, I did it on purpose," he said, swooping in to kiss me. "Although you must understand, I only wear it up on occasion. Don't get too used to it."
In the annex, there was a large, recessed ofuro. The tub was square and wooden, filled with steamy, fragrant water. Scattered flower petals floated on the surface. I oohed and awed at the setting. "How romantic! What a lovely surprise! Thank you," I said as he took my hand and helped me in. We sat huddled close together and I put my head on his chest. "I love you, Orochimaru-sama. Please tell me you love me again," I whispered.
"My little girl is so greedy. She isn't satisfied that I love her, but I do. I love you, my Anko-chan, my little girl." He poured some water over my shoulder with his palm.
Moving my hands on him, I admired the shape of his body. "What is it you like about doing that?"
"Anal sex, you mean? It feels good." With a devious laugh, he nipped my ear. "And the sense of power. You have to give up control to me. There's no pleasure for you if you resist; only discomfort. Yet if you relax and accept it, well, you know how incredible it can be."
My hands inched lower on him, grasping his hips. "Have you ever let someone do that to you?"
"I've tried virtually everything once, for the sake of experimentation and knowledge. However, I don't give up control to anyone. Others service me. They pleasure me. I don't play the uke." He tilted his head back and raised an eyebrow at me. "Why, were you looking to peg me?"
"No, no. That doesn't appeal to me at all. Riding you is plenty assertive for me. And even that can be a little awkward at times. Though I do find you very attractive back there." I pulled him on top of me, so I could properly grope his backside. "I much prefer you being in charge. It's more exciting that way!"
Following our soak, I helped him skim the flowers from the bathwater. We had dried off and put on our yukata. Orochimaru left his hair up, his damp fringe clinging to his skin. He then took me back to his bedroom, where it was apparent he had something else in store for me. There was a large towel laid out on the mattress and extra pillows at the headboard. "I want to massage your entire body. Everywhere. Would you like that, my dear?" he asked, leisurely untying my obi.
"I think I'd like that a lot," I said. Once my yukata was off, he shed his, as well. He had me lie on my stomach first. The towel beneath me was quite soft. As I relaxed, he took a bottle from the nightstand and applied some of its contents to my back. I could smell it was coconut oil. His hands proceeded rub the liquid into my skin and knead my muscles. Orochimaru's massage skills weren't professional by any means, but it did feel terrific. It was more caressing, as opposed to deep tissue massage. He did my arms and legs next, then spent what seemed to be an inordinate amount of time on my bottom, much as he had whilst laterhing me up in the shower. It made me giggle. "Having fun back there?"
"The real fun will begin soon enough. First, you need to turn over. Sit up for a moment, so I can put a pillow beneath your hips." He made sure the towel was over the pillow, protecting it from the coconut oil, which he used more of. Once I was supine, with my pelvis elevated, he sat between my legs. Orochimaru resumed the massage, going from my calves, up to my thighs, switching to my arms, and arriving at my breasts. Those he gave more attention, though he was far gentler with them than his typical rough fondling. "Breathe slowly and deeply, along with me. And try to make your respirations audible. I can judge your comfort levels based on that, so you won't have to speak more than necessary."
His hands grazed my stomach as he tried not to tickle me too much. Finally, he let go of me and spoke more. "Time for the crowning jewel. Focus your eyes on mine as much as possible. You may come from this, you may not. But that's not the purpose here. This is about healing you; about healing the damage I inflicted upon you in the past. It's something I can do on a regular basis to help you work through the trauma I've put you through. It'll make you very emotional. You will cry. If it becomes too much, tell me and I'll stop." He kissed my forehead. "But I want to do this for you. I want to make up for all the times I hurt you."
There was such a sweetness about this, regardless of what he was essentially going to do to me. It was truly touching. "You're going to make me cry now if you keep talking like that," I said, getting a bit choked up already.
He responded with a tender smile and a brief kiss. Having administered more oil to his hands, he undertook rubbing my outer, then my inner labia. There was nothing rushed or harsh about it. It was only light, massaging caresses. When Orochimaru finished with those, he used similar motions on my clit. I trembled and sighed, though I didn't reach a full climax. Several minutes went by before he insinuated two fingers within my cunt. His digits kept probing deep inside me, feeling all around. Eventually, his focus turned to gently working the spot behind my pubic bone.
Maintaining my passivity, I concentrated on the sensations, in addition to our breathing and eye contact. Periodically, I would look down to see how he was touching me. It took awhile, but an orgasm hit me, making me throb around his fingers. I cried out, my whole body shaking. He didn't let up, but went on, trying to find out just what my limits were.
Sure enough, the tears came, following on the heels of my orgasm. They weren't due to physical or emotional pain, though. They were more comparable to a reflex, like chopping onions would cause. Orochimaru saw my crying and paused what he was doing. "Do you want me to stop?" he whispered.
"No, you don't have to stop. I'm fine. Please keep going." I smiled to show him I wasn't just trying to tough it out. I was really enjoying how relaxing and pleasant it was. And to have Orochimaru be the one to do this to me made it far more meaningful. Like we were growing even closer.
Though his tone remained soft, it took on a hint of urgency. "I want to give you more. Do you want more?"
"Yes," I gasped. I didn't fully understand what he had meant by that until I felt his little finger slide into my arse and his thumb move onto my clit. I moaned. The one small finger wasn't nearly as intense as his cock had felt there earlier, but it was still good. All the stimulation combined, however, was extremely intense. And it was gradually building to a crescendo. When it reached its zenith, I erupted both vocally and physically. The orgasm had me wailing and during it all, I witnessed myself ejaculate. A clear liquid sprayed out of me down there. It felt similar to what happened the night prior, but I was taken aback by actually seeing it.
A wide, almost hungry smile stretched across his face at the sight of it. "Beautiful," he said. Though I half-expected him to lick his lips, he refrained. Instead, he continued moving his fingers inside and staring down lovingly at my body.
I closed my eyes, suddenly feeling uncomfortable. My throat was tightening. Him saying that was very romantic, yet I found that I was disgusted with myself. Why would he think that? He should have been repulsed, not saying it was beautiful to see strange fluid squirt out of me. It was weird and I felt dirty.
"Stop fighting it, Anko-chan. Let me in. I want to take you further." Notwithstanding his use of commands, there was immense tenderness in his voice. It struck me as wrong. He should've been sickened by my body. He should've been judging me and telling me I was ugly. It didn't make sense to me that he would be looking at me like that and trying to give me more orgasms.
"No, I can't do this!" Sobbing, I hid my face. I didn't want to have anyone see me right then, least of all him. Unlike earlier, this wasn't a mere reflex. I was truly nauseated by my body. It didn't seem right that it should react that way or that it should feel that good when it did. Why was this happening? Something had to be wrong.
Orochimaru withdrew his fingers. "Did I push you too far? Do you want to leave?" He sounded somewhat worried, yet it was difficult to gauge, given my state.
That prospect terrified me. "No, I want to stay with you. I need you! Just hold me. I need you to hold me right now!" I sat up, clutching him around the middle. "I don't want to be away from you! I love you. Tell me you love me!" Yes, I thought he should be repelled by me, but I certainly didn't want him to be.
"I love you, Anko-chan. I'm right here with you. I won't let go of you." Orochimaru wiped his hands on the towel, before seizing my shoulders in his embrace and laying us both down on the bed. He cuddled me for the longest time, whispering reassuring words in my ear and planting light kisses on the lobe. "Sensei has his little girl in his arms. He's going to keep her safe. He needs her so much. He loves her."
There were still some tears falling, yet my sobbing was calming down. "You really think that stuff is beautiful?" I asked, my words coming out hoarse.
"Your come? Of course I do. It's a point of pride that I can make you do that. Didn't it feel good to you?"
I grumbled, wiping my eyes. "Yes, but it also felt wrong somehow. It embarrassed me. I feel so ugly."
"You've developed issues with your body. Massaging you brought them to the surface. I expected that, which is why I warned you at the beginning. It takes some time to get past these things, but you will. The more time we spend together, the more comfortable you'll be letting me in. You'll willingly leave yourself that vulnerable to me. And you'll see yourself the way I see you, as the beautiful woman that you are." Orochimaru turned my head to face him. He kissed me, his tongue brushing softly against mine. "I want to make you lose yourself from pleasure. It's proof of how close we are. I love your come as much as you love mine. I want it. I want all of you. Everything within you, I want to be mine. You are a part of me. We can't exist without each other."
"Oh, Sensei, I love you!" I held onto him as tightly as I could. "I want you to be all mine."
"You think I'm not? You're my weakness," he breathed. His speech was punctuated with kisses to my face and neck. It really got to me to hear him say that, considering how he abhorred the idea of having actual failings. That he could admit a weakness to me, that he could tell me I had any sort of claim to him; it stunned me. I had always belonged to him; that was a fact I could not change. But for Orochimaru to belong to me, I felt incredibly lucky. Luckier than I had that night he made love to me for the first time. My frayed nerves calmed bit by bit. If he felt this way, maybe I wasn't so unattractive. Maybe that was why he wanted to massage me there; to make me confront my negative thoughts about my body and see that they weren't true.
We remained on our sides, embracing and petting each other. Following a kiss, I broke the silence. "I want to do something for you, to prove how much I worship and adore you." I moved my hand down his back and fondled his buttocks. Now that it was dry, I was able to get a better feel for it. The skin there was so smooth. The muscles were small, yet firm.
"Why don't you?" He rolled over just enough that he could still glance back at me. "Go ahead. You were thinking about it in the bath, weren't you? I'm still quite clean. You won't sully your pretty mouth by giving it a few kisses." Orochimaru put his own hand there, caressing his hip. It drove me wild to watch that. He propped his pelvis up on the pillow left below the towel, similar to how I had been during the massage. Lying on his stomach, his head was turned to the side to look at me. "Go on, give it a kiss."
That wasn't quite what I had in mind, but how could I resist? It looked so good! My curiosity was raging. Perhaps we'd both really like it. Shimmying down the bed, I pressed my lips to his buttocks. The first kiss didn't put me off. In fact, it titillated me. I kept going, giving it slow, gentle kisses of adoration. As I got more into it, I switched to licking the rounded flesh there and whimpering as I did so.
Orochimaru reached back and spread himself open enough that I could see the puckered hole in the center of his cleft. "You want to be the one to lick me? Is that what you want? Then do it. Pleasure me," he said in that seductive lilt of his that turned me to putty in his hands.
Nervous though I was about placing my mouth directly on his asshole, I definitely wanted to do it. The orifice had more of a pink tinge, unlike the grayness of his nipples or that lavender shade to the head of his cock when the foreskin was pushed back. I worked my way closer, licking circles around it, gradually moving into the cockled flesh. To my surprise, it had an iron taste. I wasn't sure what I had expected it to taste like, but having a flavour akin to blood wasn't too bad.
"You get me so hard," he moaned. "Here, I want you to stroke my cock, too." Orochimaru flipped over and drizzled a little oil in my palm. He drew his legs back and splayed them wide apart, allowing me ample room to worship him there. "Use your tongue on my perineum, as well. My prostate is right there. That's one of the most sensitive organs. You can give me a lot of pleasure if you stimulate it." As I followed his instructions, he grasped my ponytail. Peeking up, I saw him caressing his chest with his other hand. He was licking his lips. Seeing him like that turned me on even more.
My tongue crept up to taste his balls a little before switching back. Then I went to and fro, licking his perineum, down to his asshole, and easing the tip of my tongue inside. "Yes, work my prostate. Mmm, feels so good," he panted. "Your tongue is perfect there. You're a natural at this." His hand moved away long enough to untie his hair. "I'm going to come soon! You're going to make me come like this! Ay, yes! Milk my prostate! Fuck it! Make me come!"
Encouraged by his reactions, I sped up my hand on his shaft. In an instant, he came, splattering everywhere. "Ay, fuck!" he hissed, his feet coming to rest on the mattress, along with his arms. Orochimaru gave me a rapacious stare once it ceased. "Mmm… Look how much you made me come. My little girl's grown up to be such a slut!"
The sight of him sprawled out before me, a dripping mess almost the same shade as his skin, was most peculiar. It was extremely arousing, yet a twinge of shame sprung up in me. I put my hand in front of my mouth. "God, I can't believe I just did something so lewd! How did I let you talk me into that?"
"It excited you." He arched a brow at me. "Didn't it?"
I nodded, squeezing my eyes shut.
"Look at my body. Am I unattractive to you this way?"
Opening my eyes back up, I looked him up and down. "Far from it. You look," I paused to gulp, "so sexy like that."
"And you enjoyed pleasuring me, right? Making me come this much?"
"Yes."
"Then why should you feel guilty about it? You were expressing your love for me and I was proving how much I trust you. I made you squirt and you rimmed me." Orochimaru smirked at me while he said that. Then he pulled me on top of him. "Don't be ashamed. Remember what you said to me this morning? We love each other. I wouldn't have requested it if I found it off-putting. On the contrary, you make me feel loved and desired. I want you this close to me. You move me in a way no one else has. Some subordinate or whore could do it and it would mean nothing, but my little girl does it out of love for me. That's why I have to have you." He stroked my cheek and kissed me deeply.
When I broke the kiss to breathe, I heard Orochimaru laugh. "Hey! What's so funny?" I snapped, pulling away.
"Oh, nothing really. I was only thinking of how much sexual prowess I must have for you to be so eager to put your tongue in my arse." There was such a smug grin on his face. It screamed that he wanted to go blabbing about it.
Narrowing my eyes, I huffed. "You're not going to brag to your sons about this, are you?"
"Is that what you're worried about? That I'd tell Log you put your tongue in my arse?" Orochimaru laughed more. "He wouldn't be able to look at either of us the same way again!" He lifted his hand to stroke my hair. "My discourses to him on sex are purely academic. I played at bragging earlier for the sole purpose of trying to get you two to loosen up around each other. The only person I'd actually boast to about that sort of thing is Jiraiya. Unless I get the chance to resurrect him, you needn't worry your pretty head that I'll gossip to people about where on my body you've licked me."
His expression grew more serene. He drew me back down and cradled me to his chest. "After all this time, you still make me feel so strong and powerful. You know exactly how to please me. Now we know each other's bodies inside and out. We're meant to be together. I love you, my little girl. My Anko-chan." Tilting his head closer to mine, Orochimaru gave me a kiss. "Why don't we get back in the shower for a minute and rinse all this off? We can use the one in my private lavatory. When we're done, we can lie in bed, holding each other till we fall asleep. And we can sleep as long as you want. Would you like that?"
That sounded so nice, I couldn't help grinning as I gave an excited nod. "Yes, please!"
"See? I know you better than you know yourself. Relax and let me take care of you, my dear."
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