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Hypnosis	By : Saitochan Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 23505 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Hypnosis
Chapter 6 – Drinking games, anyone?
The walk from the park to Anko’s little apartment was quite short, and though few words were spoken, the minds of both ninja were racing. While Shikamaru used his very limited knowledge of sexual affairs to try and anticipate what could happen and how to deal with it, Anko’s mind imagined all sorts of fantasies and scenarios where the shadow shinobi next to her gave her the ride of her life.
Anko could feel her body was aching with anticipation and impatience. Why were they walking so slowly? Many a time, the purple-haired Chuunin had to fight back the urges to grab Shikamaru and start sprinting full-speed towards her apartment, just to throw him on top of her bed, skip all foreplay and have him satisfy the most primal of her urges. But displaying a great amount of self-control, she kept the younger ninja’s agonizingly slow pace until they reached her apartment, gazing sideways and ogling him without even trying to hide it.
With slightly trembling fingers, Anko took out the keys to her apartment and fumbled with them a little bit before opening the door. Though she was already testing the limits of her self-control, the sweet torture of anticipation was way too enjoyable to pass up. After all, she had already waited a few weeks; another half-hour wasn’t going to kill her. “Well, here we are” she said as she opened the door. “Make yourself at home”. There was a little hint of something in her voice Shikamaru couldn’t quite place, but he felt as if her simple invitation was more like a command than anything else.
They entered Anko’s house, a simple place with one bedroom, one bathroom, and a living room, separated from a little kitchen by a wooden bar. After leaving their shoes at the door, Anko went straight for the kitchen and began rummaging through the drawers on the bar, while the shadow shinobi took a walk around the apartment, seeking some distraction on the room’s decoration to avoid thinking of how nervous he really was.
The chime of glass against glass made Shikamaru turn his head to where the purple-haired Chuunin was. Standing behind the bar, Anko was holding a bottle and two little glasses, and the expression on her face, one of complicity and playfulness, was very unlike her usual self. “I hope you like Vodka” she said with a note of actual delight on her voice. It had been so long since a man had dared enter her house, let alone have a drink with her, that she could barely control her enthusiasm.
Shikamaru walked slowly to the wooden counter separating him from Anko. “Well, I don’t really know” he said with an almost inaudible giggle. “The only drink I’ve ever tried was a little sake I sipped from my father’s cup”. But as soon as those words left his mouth, the shadow ninja mentally kicked himself for saying something so ridiculous. Why couldn’t he say something witty and smart?
“Oh, is that so?” asked Anko while she filled the two cups with the clear liquor, apparently unconcerned by the young Chuunin’s almost childish response. “Here, drink up” she said while passing him a shot.
Wanting to make up for his foolish words, and wanting to cast away every image of him as a child from Anko’s mind, the shadow shinobi emptied the whole cup in one single gulp, like he had seen his father do so many times before. He didn’t expect the vodka to burn down his throat the way it did, but Shikamaru managed to gulp down the liquor without making a fool out of himself.
“Wow, not bad!” said the purple-haired Chuunin after Shikamaru downed his first drink. She proceeded to drink from her cup and pour a refill for both of them. “I hope you can hold your drinks kid, otherwise, tonight won’t be any fun at all”.
“H-how about you?” asked the younger Chuunin, making an effort to speak normally despite the scorching sensation the vodka left on his throat. “From what I’ve heard, you can down pretty much any drink like it was water”. He wasn’t kidding. Anko had quite a reputation in the village (and not only concerning sex). Many were the shinobi that had fallen before her… and not exactly due to her ninja skills.
The sexy kunoichi smiled while she drank her second shot. “Well, that might be true, but just because I like to drink hard and fast doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy it” there was a certain naughtiness about the way she said the word ‘drink’ that made Shikamaru’s hair stand on end. “Actually, I think I enjoy it far more when I do it that way”. She poured herself another drink, and was lifting the cup to her lips, when her eye caught the younger Chuunin’s filled cup. “Hey, come on! Don’t tell me you’re expecting me to drink alone!” said Anko with a challenging tone. “If you want to be my drinking partner, the least you can do is try to keep up with me”.
With a little hesitation, Shikamaru took the shot to his lips, but before he drank, he knew he was definitely over his head on this one. “Don’t you think you’ve got a little too much advantage over me?” he asked Anko. “It’s only my first time drinking. If I try to keep up, I’ll be totally wasted before you’re even buzzed”.
Anko seemed quite taken back by this. She let out a loud frustrated sigh and her expression changed to one of mild annoyance. She hated drinking alone.
Even though the younger Chuunin could already feel the effects of that first drink on his body, and despite the fact he knew he wouldn’t be able to hold his drinks at all, a plan came to his brain almost instantly. He wasn’t planning to let things cool down. “Hey, I’ll tell you what” said Shikamaru with a confident voice and a smirk on his face. “How about we play a drinking game?”
Upon hearing those words, the Anko’s annoyance seemed to vanish instantly, only to be replaced with interest and excitement. “That’s the spirit! What do you have in mind?”
The dark-haired shinobi pondered for a minute. “You’ve got a deck of cards? We could play poker, but instead of betting with money, we bet with drinks”.
The purple-haired kunoichi smiled. “Sounds nice. But wouldn’t that mean you’ll get to drink faster? I’m pretty good at poker, you know” she said giving Shikamaru a hard look. “I wouldn’t want you to pass out drunk and leave me feeling lonely”. The tone of Anko’s voice when she said that made a chill run down the Shadow shinobi’s spine.
“Heh. Who do you take me for?” he retorted with a smirk. “You may have been a Chuunin longer than I have, but I’ve got more than a few tricks up my sleeve”. Of course, he wasn’t bluffing.
Anko cocked a brow. “You sure seem confident” said the older ninja while she gave him an evil look.
“Well, you should know by now… I’m all about games”.
“Alright, you’re on!” said Anko while she grabbed a deck of cards from a drawer. “But there’s something bothering me, you know? Did you just made that game up?” she said with a playful tone. “That’s the first time I’ve heard of something like that. You sure it’s not strip poker what’s on your mind?”
Shikamaru gulped. He tried to keep his cool and answer nonchalantly, though he could feel his hands trembling slightly and sweat gathering on his forehead. “Of course I made it up” he said. “It’s not like I’ve ever played drinking games before. But if it’s strip poker you want… we might get there after a few rounds”.
The purple-haired kunoichi smirked and began shuffling the cards. “Just don’t start whining when you lose. I can’t stand sore losers”. And with that, the game began.
The first hand was dealt, five cards face down. Shikamaru looked at his cards and started calculating probabilities, and he was so busy with his calculations he missed the grin that flashed on Anko’s face for a split-second.
“Ok, let’s start this slowly” said the young kunoichi putting her poker face. “I’ll bet you one full shot”.
She was confident she could win, regardless of the cards she held.
Shikamaru studied his hand. A seven, a pair of eights, a jack and a queen. “I see your shot, and I raise it to shot and a half”. The shadow shinobi was confident in his hand, and he made sure to show it. After all, poker was all about strategy, and it’d be one cold day in hell before he lost playing such a game.
Anko took the bottle, and without giving her cards a second look, she poured two shots and said “I see your shot and a half, and I raise it to two”. She sounded so confident, she had to be bluffing. Experienced players didn’t show that kind of confidence, not even with four aces on their hand.
Shikamaru pondered for a second. It didn’t really matter if his hand could beat hers, and this game wasn’t one to be decided on a single hand. His strategy was a little more long term, and honoring his reputation as Konoha’s strategist genius, he had already planned a few moves ahead. “Oh crap” said the shadow shinobi while he put his cards down.
“Well kid, drink up” said Anko with a cheerful voice as Shikamaru downed the two drinks. The young kunoichi smiled. If every hand was going to be like that one, it wouldn’t take long for her new drinking partner to be drunk enough to accept her approaches. And trying to stack things in her favor, the purple-haired kunoichi took the chance to taunt her opponent. “I thought you were quite the strategist. What happened with all that skill?”
Starting to enjoy (or at least to get used to) the feeling of vodka down his throat, Shikamaru just smirked and mumbled “You don’t sacrifice a king to save a pawn”, just loud enough for Anko to hear. And though puzzled at first, that remark, apparently let out as a drunken slip of judgment, told the purple-haired ninja the game was about to get more interesting.
The second hand was won by Shikamaru, and Anko got to drink two and a half shots. The third hand went to Anko, but the shadow shinobi only got to drink shot and a half when he folded. It wasn’t until the fifth hand that the younger Chuunin decided to put his plan into motion. He managed to out-wit the sexy kunoichi in front of him with a great bluff, and when she was about to take the first of her two and a half penalty drinks, Shikamaru chuckled and motioned for her to stop.
“Hey, I just thought of something” said the younger Chuunin while he leaned forward and looked at Anko straight in the eyes. “What do you say if we make things a little more interesting?”
“How so?” asked Anko while raising a brow. “You want to bet money too?”
Shikamaru answered almost dismissively. “Nah, that’d be just depressing. I was thinking about that strip poker thing”.
Anko’s eyes gleamed at those words. Ever since the beginning of that night, the young kunoichi had figured she’d have to be the one to make the first move, but it was rather nice to find her companion (for the night, at least) had some initiative. And besides, even though the drinking poker was interesting enough, she was growing tired of waiting to see if she’d get laid or not. “OK, I’m listening” she said while lowering her drink and giving the shadow shinobi a naughty look.
“What do you say if, after every drink you take, you turn the empty cup upside down” began Shikamaru, not without feeling nervous, but buzzed enough to keep talking anyway. “And for every drop of vodka still on the cup, you lose one garment. How does that sound?”
Anko chuckled. Even if her headband and fishnet each counted as individual garments, she was still wearing five whole articles of clothing. That didn’t leave much space for sloppy drinking, but it sure made things more interesting. If she hadn’t been looking to get laid with Shikamaru, it would’ve almost made her regret not wearing a bra.
“Heh. You know, that does sound interesting” said Anko raising her cup. “Alright, here goes”. The young kunoichi downed the whole drink in one swift motion, making sure there wasn’t even one drop left in the cup, and then turned the cup upside down on the table. Shikamaru nodded approvingly when nothing fell to the table, but smirked evilly while he pointed at the other two cups his opponent still had to drink.
Anko kept on drinking, and even though there were no leftover drops from her second drink, a single stray droplet found its way from her third shot to the table. “Oh hell” Said the young kunoichi with a voice that was a mixture of frustration and naughty playfulness. She raised her eyes to meet Shikamaru’s, and asked him with an enticing voice what he wanted her to take off first.
The shadow shinobi gulped audibly while he let his eyes run hungrily over Anko’s luscious body. He knew she wore close to nothing under her trench coat, and while the mere thought of getting to see her half-naked body clad only in her fishnet and mini skirt was extremely arousing, Shikamaru figured such a sight would undoubtedly distract him from the plan he was carrying out. But still, part of him hoping she would discard her trench coat, the younger Chuunin answered to her question by saying “Surprise me”.
The purple-haired kunoichi shot a seductive smile to her poker partner and began opening her trench coat in front of a nearly gawking Shikamaru. But instead of showing her game right away, Anko let the top of her coat hang just below her shoulders, giving the shadow shinobi a good look of her cleavage, but chose to remove her headband instead. While she threw it to a nearby chair, she looked at her drinking partner. “What?” she said with faked innocence. “You look disappointed…”
And while he was disappointed indeed, Shikamaru gathered his patience for the rest of the game. It seemed everything was going according to his plan: Anko was full of confidence because she thought they were evenly matched, but from the moment she accepted the stripping rule, the younger Chuunin had no intention of losing a single hand. After all, he’d had a few hands to see his opponent’s reaction when she held good or bad cards, and his knowledge of the game statistics gave him quite an edge. He’d pull his punches no more. “Just deal the next hand. I’ll get you naked in no time”.
The older Chuunin dealt the cards confidently. From what they’d played so far, she figured it wouldn’t be long before they were both drunk and down to their undergarments, and she found she could hardly wait. She was a little set back when Shikamaru bluffed her into drinking a measly shot and a half, which despite her greatest care, got her to discard her mini skirt. The next hand also resulted in her loss, and while she didn’t have to take off any clothes, Anko began feeling there was something different about her opponent’s game.
The third hand was finished, and the purple haired kunoichi was on the losing end. Now she was really suspecting Shikamaru had pulled one over her, but she hadn’t seen him cheat in any way. Confused and a little annoyed, Anko took up her penalty drinks, but luck didn’t smile upon her, since two whole drops fell from her cup.
Shikamaru chuckled. “I guess that’s pretty much it for you. You’re at the end of the line”. He was right. After her two-drop penalty, she would be down to one last garment. “Well? What’re you taking off now?” said the shadow shinobi with an amused voice that ticked her off. Without a single word, Anko took out a kunai and turned her back to her opponent.
With a puzzled look, Shikamaru wondered what she might use the kunai for, while the older Chuunin cut off her fishnet without removing her coat. She had a plan alright. There was no way she was going down without a fight. After tossing her cut fishnet and her panties aside, Anko sat down, covered herself as best as she could and dealt the last hand, trying hard not to be annoyed by her opponent’s confident and gloating smile.
Bets were placed, and while Anko had a decent hand, she no longer felt the confidence she had been boasting a few minutes ago. It was as if she were playing against a totally different person, and despite her greatest efforts, she couldn’t win a single hand against the shadow shinobi.
The last hand ended in a crushing defeat for the older Chuunin, and only too late did Anko realize she had been lured into a false sense of security during the first few hands. “Well, that was interesting” said Shikamaru laying down his cards with a triumphant smile. “Though I’ve got to say, I expected more of a challenge. You know, you being a local legend and all”. Those words were quickly followed by an angry twitch on Anko’s face. “Man, you didn’t even get me to take off my vest”.
The purple-haired kunoichi could feel the proverbial anime-vein bulging on her forehead. Although she was kind of a sore loser herself, she could withstand a loss with dignity, as long as her opponents didn’t boast their victories too much. Yes, losing was one thing, but losing to someone who rubbed it in her face (and playing poker, of all things) was just too much to take kindly. She took her penalty drinks with a sour look on her face.
And as luck would have it, a stray drop of vodka found its way to the table. Shikamaru’s face lit up. “Well, look at that” he said with a smug and content tone that nearly drained Anko of what little patience she had left. “I guess that makes me the winner. Come now, let’s see my prize”.
“Oh, I’ll show it to you, alright” said the young kunoichi. Her answer sounded more like an angry growl than anything else, and while that alone (not to mention her menacing glare) should have alerted Shikamaru that there was something wrong, the few drinks he had already taken had left him a little buzzed and not completely on guard. “I hope you’re ready…”
The unsuspecting Shikamaru crossed his arms and lay back, totally unaware of what the sore kunoichi had in store for him. With all the sexual innuendo thrown his way, not to mention the hypnotic suggestion he had implanted on Anko’s mind earlier, the shadow shinobi was expecting the last garment covering his opponent’s body to come off in a slow, sexy and provocative manner, but he was greatly disappointed.
“Hidden Snake-Hands!” As snakes shot out of Anko’s sleeves and curled around his limbs, Shikamaru barely had time to blink. Before he knew it, he was pinned to the wall, held tightly in place by the snakes curled around his arms and legs, but as he was about to put his surprise and confusion into words, his opponent grabbed him by the face, and looking straight into his eyes, she said: “I’ll teach you to cheat when playing with me”.
“Oh, so THAT’s what happened” answered the shadow shinobi, very much relieved to know that entangling people with snakes wasn’t common foreplay for Anko. “I didn’t expect you to be such a sore loser”. Normally, Shikamaru would know better than to push his luck, but he just couldn’t stop himself from rubbing his victory on the kunoichi’s face, especially after the way she’d underestimated him.
Anko began stammering furiously, not too sure what she wanted to accomplish. “Me? A sore…? Why you…!” Even though she was sore about losing, and Shikamaru’s smug smile only helped tick her off even further, the purple-haired kunoichi realized that suddenly pinning her opponent in an outburst of anger had an upside. She could (and would) totally use this to her advantage. “Hmpf. Well, it doesn’t matter if I’m a sore loser or not. You cheated”.
The shadow shinobi scoffed. “I did not. I beat you fair and square”.
“Oh really? Then why were we evenly matched when we were just betting drinks, but you didn’t lose a single hand after the game became strip poker?” said Anko. Her voice revealed she was still a little upset, but there was also a hint of playfulness that wasn’t there before.
“It’s called strategy” answered the Shadow shinobi, and although he was in a clear disadvantage, he just couldn’t pass the opportunity to push Anko just a little further. “You of all people should know, poker is all about strategy”. Shikamaru’s smug grin met an evil an annoyed glare.
“Well, fair or no fair, you let your guard down”. Said the young kunoichi triumphantly. “This kind of slip-up would’ve cost you your life on the field. I guess that makes me the winner”. It was a cheap shot and they both knew it, but as Shikamaru was about to reply, his words were caught in his throat. He’d been too careless and focused on his “prize” to notice something was wrong. Being slightly buzzed on vodka hadn’t helped him either.
Luckily for him, the anger that was visible all over Anko’s face had vanished, and as his opponent relished her sudden victory, Shikamaru could actually see not only her face, but her whole body relax again. It was a good sign for the younger shinobi.
“What, no witty comments?” said Anko as she stared into her opponent’s black eyes. Unknowingly, she had moved closer to his face than necessary, and she had lowered her voice to just a little more than a husky whisper.
Shikamaru could see some obvious signs of arousal in her, and while part of him wanted to retort and find a way out of his momentary defeat, he realized there was still more to that evening than a simple game. The night was far from over, and he still had more than a few aces up his sleeve. All he had to do now was not screw it up. “Nah” Said the younger Chuunin. “You’re right. I lost”. It was rather uncomfortable for him to utter such words; never having been truly defeated in a game before, but then again, feigning defeat was just another form of strategy.
“I hope you don’t feel too bad about it” said Anko with a voice that betrayed her arousal and anticipation. She was way too horny and impatient to hold out any longer. She felt unexplainably attracted to Shikamaru, and having him at her mercy after having drunk enough vodka to knock down an elephant was just too much to resist. “What do you say I give you a nice consolation prize?” whispered the horny kunoichi while she let her hand run softly from Shikamaru´s hair, to the back of his neck, and down to the hem of his fishnet shirt.
“A-and what would that prize be?” asked Shikamaru after gulping far more audibly than he would have liked. The mischievous grin that washed over Anko’s face, along with her hand moving down slowly and softly below his Chuunin vest told the younger ninja he had plenty of reasons to be nervous.
Despite her horniness and all the vodka she had drunk, Anko could see what a nervous wreck her companion for the night really was. “Just relax” she whispered while she moved her mouth a mere inch from his lips and her left hand rose to cup his cheek. “I’ll make sure you enjoy it”.
“I… I think it’d really help me relax if you just… dispelled these snakes?” stammered the younger shinobi, his nerves reaching their limit as Anko’s breath tickled his face and her left hand deftly unbuttoned his pants. It was becoming increasingly hard for him to maintain eye contact with the sexy kunoichi in front of him, so Shikamaru shut his eyes tightly, trying in vain to focus, gather his thoughts and keep from losing himself to the sensual feelings coursing through his body.
Anko chuckled as she moved even closer. “And risk you running away from me? Sorry baby” she said with a delicious mixture of sweetness and authority in her voice, and Shikamaru felt his whole body tingle. “You’re going to have to put up with it… for now”. The sound of a zipper being pulled down. “And who knows? If you show me you’re man enough…” whispered the purple-haired kunoichi while her fingers caressed the bulge in Shikamaru’s underwear. “… maybe I’ll let you tie me up”.
Shikamaru opened his eyes, but instead of finding something to calm him down and help him regain control, he noticed that Anko’s trench coat had opened up enough to reveal her toned and very naked body. The feeling of her hands on him, the smell of her breath and body, the ragged whispers and enticing words she spoke, as well as the sight of her sexy body were just too much for him. The young ninja raised his eyes to find Anko’s soft, inviting and slightly parted lips almost touching his, and he could contain himself no longer.
Anko felt little surprise when her prey darted forward and claimed her lips in a clumsy and heated first kiss, and she was quick to kiss back, nibbling, sucking and licking Shikamaru’s lips, facing his unbridled enthusiasm with experienced finesse. Sure, the younger Chuunin was no great kisser, but Anko’d had much worse before, and they had the whole night for Shikamaru to practice.
“Well, as far as first kisses go” whispered the kunoichi when they finally stopped kissing and while her companion gasped for air. “Not too shabby. I hope you don’t disappoint me further down the road”. The tone in which she said those words gave Shikamaru the uncomfortable sensation that he was being tested, and in a way, he was. A big anime drop of sweat ran down the back of Shikamaru’s head as he realized that getting intimate with a Chuunin examiner was bound to come with an evaluation of his skills. Talk about being under pressure on his first time...
The younger Ninja didn’t have time to dwell on these thoughts though, since Anko’s lips came back over his, hungrily claiming his mouth while subtly guiding his movements to mimic her own. It was only after a few minutes of kissing (in which Shikamaru showed some remarkable progress) that the older Chuunin broke their kiss, if only to move on to something better.
As soon as their lips parted, Shikamaru’s mouth searched blindly for Anko’s, intent both on distracting himself from his unrelenting nervousness as well as on learning whatever she had to teach him. However, the young kunoichi had other plans, and no patience to postpone things any longer.
Without a second’s pause, Anko began kissing her way up Shikamaru’s jaw line all the way to his earlobe, which she kissed, licked and nibbled playfully. If her senses hadn’t been those of a ninja, she would’ve missed the soft moan that escaped the shadow shinobi’s throat, or the slight tremble that washed over his body while she played with his ear. His sensitiveness drew a smile on her face. This was going to be a fun night indeed.
Held in place with a bunch of snakes as he was, Shikamaru couldn’t help but feel extremely vulnerable, but a small part of him was quite grateful for the fact he didn’t have to reciprocate Anko’s actions just yet. The way his hands trembled in nervousness (not to mention his total inexperience) would’ve made any attempt to please her, if not impossible, at least very embarrassing. And so, unable to do anything but endure the sweet torture to which he was a very willing victim, the Shadow shinobi nearly lost himself in the sensations Anko’s lips produced in him as they ran over his heated skin.
So immersed he was in the feeling that he just barely noticed the young kunoichi’s fingers swiftly finding their way under his boxers, and it wasn’t until he felt Anko’s cool and soft fingers gliding over the head of his erection that his eyes shot open and a moan stuck in his throat. Part of him wanted to stop, or at least slow things down; He was too fucking nervous. But as his companion for the night’s fingers wrapped around his dick and began pumping it slowly, the Nara ninja realized there was no way in hell he’d get out of that apartment before morning came, even if he wanted to.
Anko’s slow movements were making his whole body tremble with a mix of pleasure and sheer nervousness, but the younger ninja sighted in relief. If the purple-haired minx kept her pace, he would have a chance to gather himself and overcome his impending nerves. Anko however, had different plans. While the female Chuunin’s mouth kept nibbling and sucking on his neck, her right hand left its place in Shikamaru’s neck, and wandered towards his belt pouch…
The sound of his ninja tool holster being opened, and the feeling of something being taken out of it covered Shikamaru’s body with a thin layer of cold sweat. And even though it was terribly hard to concentrate while Anko’s hands and mouth were busy on him, the shadow ninja made an effort to see just what the purple-haired kunoichi was up to. The cold glow of a kunai knife being taken from his pouch and raised to his neck really put Shikamaru on edge. “Anko?” He exclaimed with an obvious tone of distress in his voice. “What are you doing?”
“Shhh… relax boy” said Anko in a seductive whisper. “I’m not going to hurt you…” As the tip of the knife reached the hem of Shikamaru’s fishnet shirt, the skillful kunoichi began to bring it down with the utmost care, cutting through the threads of Shikamaru’s clothes without leaving as much as a scratch on his skin.
Shikamaru’s mind raced and he quickly began wondering just how much he trusted Anko. Although he was sure that, both of them being Konoha’s ninjas, she wasn’t going to kill him, he was nonetheless concerned. What if she was a sadist? He definitely hadn’t thought about that possibility when he began fooling around with her. And ironically, so concerned he was with the kunoichi’s doings that he all but forgot he held the power to stop her at any moment.
After some agonizing seconds, the knife in Anko’s hands cut through the last thread on her prey’s garment, much to Shikamaru’s relief and the kunoichi’s pleasure. “There!” She said with a jovial and carefree tone that shocked the younger Chuunin. “I can’t get your clothes off yet, but this is close enough, right?” she added with a mischievous smile, placing the kunai back in its owner’s holster. The shadow shinobi just laughed nervously.
Even though he looked just about ready to pass out from sheer nervousness, a part of Shikamaru actually enjoyed what Anko had just done. Mainly because danger was something he was used to experiencing, and the younger Chuunin was very grateful for the fact his fear had totally eclipsed his nervousness, but that wasn’t the only reason. He’d never tell, maybe not even accept it himself, but he had only just realized that being dominated by a hot kunoichi had really turned him on, more so since his own life had been on the line. But still, it was strange. It’s not like he was sexually aroused by near-death experiences or deadly female ninjas. Maybe it was just something about Anko…
Realizing her companion for the night had stopped his nervous squirming, Anko smiled and brought her lips back to his ear, and after a little kissing and nibbling on his earlobe, she whispered: “Sorry about that kid. Didn’t mean to scare you”. And as her lips trailed down from his ear to his neck, Shika’s voice reached her ears with a cocky tone she didn’t expect.
“Tch. You’re going to have to do better if you want to scare me.”
Anko smiled at his obvious bluff. It was evident he had been scared shitless, but she decided to cut the poor kid some slack. “Alright” she whispered heatedly. “How about I try something else?”
“What’ve you got in mind?” asked Shikamaru, once again trying his best to keep his cocky attitude. The kunoichi didn’t answer, but the younger Chuunin got a pretty good idea of her intentions when her lips left her neck and began travelling down his chest, to his stomach, to the hem of his boxers…
Shikamaru shut his mouth tightly. He was absolutely certain he wouldn’t be able to stop his voice from shaking, so he decided to try and save a little of his dignity, if only by playing it tough.
Without wasting a second, Anko pulled down her soon-to-be-lover’s boxers and was face to face with his manhood. “So” she said while she gave Shikamaru her sexiest smile so far, and gave his dick a few slow pumps while looking him in the eye. “You ready to get this party started?”
Shikamaru managed to smile and nodded silently. He had a hard time holding Anko’s gaze, especially since he could feel something tightening in his stomach. He knew he wouldn’t be able to last much longer, and there was little he could do about it. For now, all he could do was concentrate on his breathing, hold the kunoichi’s gaze and hope for the best.
Meanwhile, Anko was really enjoying the situation. It had really been a long time since she’d had some real action, and while she loved giving head, she could barely wait to have Shikamaru plunge into her with all the strength he could muster. She trembled in anticipation and drew her face closer to Shika’s cock, giving it a few tentative licks.
The shadow shinnobi felt a jolt of electricity run through his body when Anko’s tongue ran over the tip of his erection, and he couldn’t help but shut his eyes tightly. He tried his hard to get his breathing under control and keep himself from bursting right then and there, but the young kunoichi didn’t give him a moment’s pause.
Anko ran her tongue up and down her prey’s cock, and was absolutely ecstatic by the moans she was able to extract from him. Still, although she was really enjoying this teasing, she felt the need to move things forward, and without a warning, she took Shikamaru in her mouth and began sucking him off.
That was just too much for the younger Chuunin. As soon as he felt Anko’s mouth wrap around his manhood, a huge wave of pleasure washed over him, and he could no longer hold back. He shot his seed when his rod hit the back of her throat, which caught Anko by surprise, and made her back away. She coughed a little bit while Shika’s manhood left her mouth, and turned to look at the younger ninja with a surprised look on her face.
A few seconds of awkward silence passed before either of them spoke a word.
“W-well…” said Anko with a perplexed look. She knew the boy had no experience, but she had expected he’d at least be able to please her for a while. The purple-haired kunoichi fought back her annoyance and tried not to be too hard on Shikamaru. “I… I mean, that was…” Her condescending words were interrupted instantly when Shikamaru spoke again.
“Checkmate!”
Anko’s eyes suddenly lost their focus, and her body relaxed as she slipped out of consciousness. She stood kneeling in front of Shikamaru, whose ragged breathing was the only sound breaking the silence.
“Mitarashi Anko” said Shikamaru in a commanding voice while he tried to regain his breath. He could still fix things, but he knew it was going to be a long night, and that he would need every ounce of his strength (and probably more) to leave that apartment with his head held high when the morning came. “Put a soldier pill in my mouth… Clean yourself up…. And forget everything that’s happened in the last… five minutes”.
Anko did as she was told, and after he swallowed the soldier pill, Shikamaru could feel his energy flowing and his hard-on returning. After taking a few more deep breaths, he asked the hypnotized kunoichi to stand in front of him and snapped his fingers.
The purple haired ninja blinked a few times and then looked hungrily at the immobilized ninja in front of her. “So” she said while her eyes gleaned with lust at the sight of Shikamaru’s erection. “You ready to get this party started?”
*****
Well, there you have it! First part of Shikamaru’s night with Anko… Second part is going to be steamy! Man, now I wish I could do that hypnosis thing… the possibilities are endless! XD
Anyway, I’m sorry for the long delay. I’ll try to do the next chapter quickly and move the story along…
Thanks for reading, everyone! If you liked this story, don’t be shy, rate and review! =P
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