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Chapter List
- 1-Prologue, Part 1
- 2-Prologue, Part 2
- 3-Part 1
- 4-Part 2
- 5-Part 3
- 6-Part 4
- 7-Part 5
- 8-Part 6
- 9-Part 7
- 10-Part 8
- 11-Part 9
- 12-Part 10
- 13-Part 11
- 14-Part 12
- 15-Part 13
- 16-Part 14
- 17-Part 15
- 18-Part 16
- 19-Part 17
- 20-Part 18
- 21-Part 19
- 22-Part 20
- 23-Part 21
- 24-Part 22
- 25-Part 23
- 26-Part 24
- 27-Part 25
- 28-Part 26
- 29-Part 27
- 30-Part 28
- 31-Part 29
- 32-Part 30
- 33-Part 31
- 34-Part 32
- 35-Part 33
- 36-Part 34
- 37-Part 35
- 38-Part 36
- 39-Epilogue
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"Okay, I understand that you're supposed to be all materialistic and shit, but this is just ridiculous." The dog-nin was navigating through the halls The Three Kings and was having quite a difficult time doing so.
Prior to their arrival at the cheap inn a few hours back, Sakura had mumbled something about going somewhere to get props for the mission. She had told him to go ahead and had promised to be back at around half-past-six so that they wouldn't be late for Kyoko's invitation. Kiba had shrugged and did as he was told. Upon arrival, he had entered the dilapidated bathroom, took a quick shower and decided to crouch at a corner to rinse the crisp, cum-covered corner of his shirt. He was taken aback when he came out of the bathroom to find a small heap of… girly stuff on one corner of the room with the medical-nin nowhere in sight. When she did return at around 6:20 PM, she was carrying another handful of bags, wallets, clothes and paper bags. "Oh, I need these," she had said, her eyes twinkling, "Have to stay in-character, you know? And because you're supposed to be my slave of sorts, you'll have to carry all of these for me." Kiba almost let out a whimper, but caught himself, his broad shoulders slumping as he proceeded to his significantly smaller pile of things to find something to wear.
So came to be Kiba's current challenge. Despite his immense strength, superb reflexes and impressive coordination skills, the ribbons, tassels and scarves just seemed to have lives of their own, swinging and going places that would further obscure his view. He took a quick glance at the brown-haired woman to his left. She was limited to a couple of hand bags. 'Kami, is this her punishment for earlier?' the hunky jōnin mentally whined and recalled the hint of malice in her eyes a prior to their departure. 'Yup, definitely the penalty for the foul,' he declared. 'I would've wanted a kinkier means of chastisement,' he thought, feeling his perpetual erection pulse in delight as he imagined Sakura in a leather swimsuit with a whip. He chuckled lightly, 'Then again, that wouldn't be much of a punishment.'
The pair walked past the "corridor of princes," as Sakura labeled it, then proceeded to climb stairs, the brown-haired man moving forward like a centenarian with severe osteoarthritis.
"Finally!" Kiba openly grunted after reaching the top of the flight. He unceremoniously dumped a few of the bags right outside the ornate double door, earning him an irate look from the brown-haired beauty.
"Hey, you didn't have to drop them like that, you know? I actually spent my own money for those."
The handsome jōnin smirked, "What a great way to justify a shopping spree."
Sakura's cheeks assumed a pinkish hue. She cleared her throat and noted, "Anyway, let's just go in. I ran into Kai and Kyosuke while I was shopping earlier and they told me they had some stuff for us." She raised her hand to knock but was interrupted by a query.
"Hey, I never did get to ask you why you were with that guy, earlier," the dog-nin asked, his eyes narrowing in askance.
The medical-nin shrugged, "I accidentally bumped into Kai after you went off to screw Kyoko senseless." She paused a little as she recounted that smoldering encounter. She was quick to notice her distraction, though, and continued narrating, "He asked me to join him and the other two kings play video games. I said yes. Is there a problem with that?" She crossed her arms and assumed a challenging stance.
Kiba's eyes narrowed even further, obviously noting the pause. "No," he replied, "It was a very apt choice for your… character. Also, it would be advantageous to us if you got along with my co-workers."
'It's good to know that he realizes where I'm coming from,' the medical-nin thought.
"Besides, flirting with hung and handsome hunks can't be all that bad for you, right?" the dog-nin with a tone that did not suit well with the hokage's apprentice.
'Or not,' Sakura added mentally. She huffed. "What are you getting at?" she challenged, her irritation building, "You know very well why I acted the way I did. The… situation called for it." She knew well to be vague in her terms, just in case unbidden listeners were in cloaked attendance.
The well-built man mirrored the brunette's stance in an attempt to look intimidating, crossing his muscular arms over his broad and chiseled chest. "And there was nothing else there?" he inquired, a brown brow arching.
"Of course not!"
Kiba did not seem convinced. 'How can you convince him when you haven't even convinced yourself,' the medical-nin's inner self butt in.
'What? You're being ridiculous,' the former pinkette retorted.
Inner Sakura rolled her eyes, 'If you could look at me in the eye, though we both know you can't 'cause, well, duh, I'm, well, you know…' The outer self snorted at her imaginary self's incoherence. 'You get my point. You're a genius, right? Could you hypothetically look me in the eye and tell me that you felt nothing for Kai; hell, even Kyosuke for that matter.'
'Why are the two of you so fixated on this!?' Sakura inquired.
'Why won't you answer the question?' the imaginary being countered.
"Hey, you're spacing out," the hunky ninja noted, "Are you arguing with your inn—"
"One at a time, please!"
"Told you I heard something," a third voice joined in, snapping both ninja into attention. They had apparently not noticed that a certain blue-eyed man had opened the door from the other side. He was staring at the pair, his eyes speaking of amusement. "Why 'one at a time,' Mikoto?" he inquired.
'How long has he been listening?' Sakura gulped. "Er, I kinda have moments like that. You know, arguing with yourself and stuff. I hope you don't get the impression that I'm really schizophrenic or something."
"Schiza-what?" Kai blurted out. The emerald-eyed woman could almost see question marks materializing from thin air.
'Way to go!' Inner Sakura sarcastically cheered, 'Big medical terms really make you less suspicious, smart girl!'
'Zip it!' she inwardly exclaimed. "Ah, crazy, I mean," she explained to the confused man.
"Oh," he said, enlightened. "Anyway, come on in," he invited, stepping aside to give the pair a better view of the inside. The medical-nin obliged, and was promptly blown away the moment she stepped in.
The place was huge and had a theme similar to the main entertainment area below. 'Black, navy blue and silver,' she noted, 'So sleek and masculine, with an air of sophistication.' There was no clear-cut "receiving area" to speak of, as the door immediately led to the entertainment area, where a couple of large leather sofas and a central glass table were located. An enormous, flat-screen TV was hung on the wall opposite the sofas. Underneath the TV was a teenage video game geek's fantasy. Every imaginable gaming console of the present generation was there, as well as a stack of the latest titles, all original and in pristine condition. Media players of all sorts were also present.
Sakura went a bit further in and got a glimpse of the elliptical dinner table, which could accommodate quite a number of people. It led directly to the kitchen, of which she had no view of at the moment. A lingering scent made her conclude that it had just been used. 'And whoever used it is pretty good,' she thought, her mouth watering at the delicious smell of fresh tomatoes, bacon and chili, 'They must have a private chef, too.'
Following her line of vision, the azure-eyed stud spoke, "I cooked some pasta a while ago for you guys. Kyosuke actually just wanted to have pizza and beer delivered, but I said this was something special, so I insisted and dragged him along to buy the ingredients a while ago." He turned to Sakura and smiled, "That's when we ran into you."
"Smells nice," the medical-nin commented. Jin nodded, giving Kai a thumbs-up. The Silver King blushed a little and smiled.
"Anyway, we have a small makeshift gym there," Kai continued, pointing to an open area with a lot of weights and a workout bench, "and those are the rooms." Sakura's viridian orbs followed the raven-haired man's pointing finger to the far end of the flat. There was a narrow corridor with four doors, two on each side. "They're all pretty much of the same size, except for one, which is a bit smaller. Sano used to occupy the farthest one so you can use that, Jin."
"Oh, I will, as soon as I can get these inside," Kiba muttered, staring at the daunting pile outside the door. "Care to give me a hand?" Kai looked incredulously at Sakura, then chuckled and went to help.
It was at this time that the brunette noted that the blue-eyed hunk was wearing nothing but a pair of boxers. Her eyes followed his form, marveling silently as Kai's ripped body flexed deliciously and became damp with sweat as he helped Kiba carry her things inside.
"Mikoto," she heard. Her eyes were quick to deviate as she knew exactly who spoke. She found herself looking at the dog-nin, who, in turn, was giving her a disapproving look. She just shrugged and decided to just look elsewhere.
That elsewhere just happened to be where Kyosuke was standing and openly masturbating.
Sakura's breath hitched, drawing all three mens' attention.
"Er, don't mind him," Kai muttered, "He never wears anything in here. I've tried talking to him many times, but that's just the way he is. I've learned to ignore him."
'Ignore him!? How can you ignore that!?' Inner Sakura screeched before promptly fainting and drowning in a pool of blood from yet another massive nosebleed. She's been having a lot of those lately. The medical-nin was actually somewhat concerned that her inner self just might actually die from one of them in the near future.
The blond stud walked over and laid on one of the sofas. He looked at the brunette and asked, "So, how do you like it?" gesturing to the flat with one hand, his other hand continuously stroking his hard, eleven-inch cock. Sakura was quick to sense the twofold implication of the question.
'Oh, I like it plenty,' Inner Sakura growled seductively, eyeing both Kai's sweaty torso and Kyosuke's pulsing pleasure pole.
"It's okay," the outer self managed to say despite a growing blush.
"Good," he said, smirking. He gave his cock an appreciative glance before looking back seductively at the flushed medical-nin.
"By the way, Kyoko-san did tell you that we're supposed to go to her as soon as you've arrived, right?" the blue-eyed king asked.
"Yeah, she did," the dog-nin replied.
"Well, we have to go there wearing… special things," the green-eyed king informed. Kai jogged back to the rooms, apparently to retrieve something. "Hey, can you get mine too!?" Kyosuke yelled after him. The black-haired hunk mumbled something about laziness, but obliged nonetheless. He came back a few seconds later and tossed a small black article to both Kyosuke and Kiba.
"We have to wear only these when we go there," Kai explained, a faint blush formed on his cheeks as he gave the brunette a quick glance. The dog-nin inspected the piece of cloth.
It was a pair of tiny bikini briefs made of a very thin, black, pantyhose-like material.
Inner Sakura fainted again.
"Fair enough," Kiba said. He started stripping where he stood, throwing his clothes onto the sofa that Kyosuke was not on. When his thirteen-inch cock sprang free, the former Platinum King whistled appreciatively.
"You go commando too? Cool!" he hooted. "Look at the size of that thing! That's gotta be about a foot, right Kai?"
'Hmm, when did he shave?' the medical-nin mentally asked, noting the dog-nin's current lack of pubic hair. She knew that this was common practice among porn stars, having watched a few adult films herself. 'Trimming the underbrush makes the tree appear taller,' she recalled the axiom. It seemed to work for all those men, and it certainly did for Kiba. She never thought it could be possible, but the jōnin's monstrous fuckstick looked even larger. Her love tunnel went into spasms, seemingly fuming at the fact that it had not been stretched and filled to the brim by that colossal piece of man-meat for the longest time.
The dark-eyed stud pumped his massive tool a few times. "Thirteen inches, actually," he declared smugly. "Why? Wanna have some of this?" he teased.
Both kings grimaced. "Nah," the blond said, "Kai and I go exclusively for the ladies. Sano'd probably take you up on that offer. He fucks anyone, really. I'm sure he'd be more than happy to take that up his ass."
Kyosuke stood up and wore the article that Kai provided, his cock so huge that it threatened to rip the flimsy piece of cloth. He had chosen to point the hard meat to the right, so that it remained teasingly under the see-through material. Because of the size of his member, though, the last few inches peeked over the edge of the waistband. Sakura looked over to Kiba and saw that he chose to imitate what the green-eyed man did with his package.
"Hey Kai, get rid of that thing already. Kyoko-san's waiting," Kyosuke told the dark-haired hunk, pointing at his boxers. When the latter fidgeted, the green-eyed hunk began to tease him, "Hey, Mikoto's gonna see your dick one way or another, so there's no point in being modest now. What? Are you conscious that Jin here's got a much bigger cock?"
At the mention of being insecure, Kai's face hardened and he pulled down his boxers in one swift motion. 'The blond's right, boy,' Inner Sakura mewled, 'You've got nothing to be ashamed of.'
"C'mon," Kyosuke called, walking over to the door. "Later, Mikoto. Just chow down on the food. We might not be back until past midnight." He looked at the well-endowed dog-nin, "Have you eaten?"
Kiba shook his head. "Don't worry, I'll manage."
"Suit yourself," the blond man said, shrugging. The trio gave Sakura a small wave before walking past the threshold.
And they were gone.
The medical-nin slumped onto one of the sofas, hyperventilating. "Kami…" she managed to say, her emerald eyes dark with lust. "I need a shower!" she declared before dashing off into one of the rooms, not caring whose it was, stripping naked and blasting herself numb with ice-cold water. Despite the freezing droplets, the images of the three men's enormous members, all rock-hard and straining against the thin black fabric, persistently flashed before her eyes, making her ache for release. Eventually, she gave in to the need that throbbed at the apex of her thighs. A shaking finger found itself at her heated nether lips, causing her to gasp. As she continued to pleasure herself, she silently wished that she would not revert to that self-stimulating addict she had become that time she first set eyes on the dog-nin's goods, both for the mission's sake, as well as for her own health and sanity.

"Damn it!" Sakura panted as she gave her clit a good pinch.
She had not wished hard enough earlier that night, it seemed.
This was the third time that she had awoken, feeling impossibly randy and hot, her love tunnel demanding to be filled by a thick and hard cock. She frowned at her self-control, silently cursing the three gifted men, who were probably engaged in an elaborate orgy with Kyoko at the moment, for turning her into this… cock-craving slut.
'Oh no,' Inner Sakura moaned, 'You didn't just mention an orgy…' Wanton images came one after another, eventually forming a scenario so lewd it could win an adult film award.
Kyoko lay face down on a bed, sandwiched between Kiba and Kai's sweaty, muscular bodies, their cocks wedged deep into her pussy and ass. At the same time, Kyosuke was kneeling in front of her, his eleven-inch hardness sliding into her expert mouth. The three men thrust powerfully with reckless abandon, grunting and flexing their god-like bodies as they spear her body with their enormous, rock-hard pleasure poles again and again. They pick up the pace, the three kings' ripped bodies tightening as they approached their peaks, their thrusts becoming erratic and wild.
At exactly the same time, Kiba, Kai and Kyosuke withdraw and let out animalistic roars as they cum, their glistening fucksticks pulsing as bursts of creamy semen erupt from the delicious heads. They cum like geysers, their manly essences flying into the air, with Kiba's trademark twenty-or-more-foot cumshot crashing hard against the ceiling and the farthest walls because of its sheer power. Kai's cumshot is spectacular in its own right, reaching a good eight to ten feet and splattering onto the walls and floor. Kyosuke's cumshot is the weakest of the three, though nothing to be ashamed of, reaching good three to four feet before landing onto Kyoko's undulating form. All three cum a lot, with Kiba cumming the most, as expected, followed by Kyosuke. What the Golden King lacks in power, apparently, he makes up for in volume. The three hover over the older woman's form covered in the fruits of each others' loins, clearly not minding one bit.
Kyoko mewls as she rubs the kings' cum all over herself, reveling in the splendid display of virility. She looks over at the three sex gods, their shiny, sweat-soaked and cum-covered bodies glistening in the wake of their fantastic and feral fuckfest. She looks down coyly, finding all three men still rock-hard and ready for yet another round. She gives them an inviting look, and they start all over again.
The floodgates in Sakura's sacred triangle broke open, the imaginary triple-king orgasm seemingly too scalding to bear even for one with a will as resolute as the medical-nin's. She screeched at the top of her lungs, taking comfort from the fact that each room was soundproof. She thrashed wildly, her body contorting as she rode out the waves of pleasure that rolled from the very core of her being. Her juices seeped onto her fingers and sheets, adding to the mess that was already there. As her peak subsided, she slumped into the pillows and sighed. She searched tiredly for the alarm clock. "12:07," she muttered tiredly, whining into the sheets.
In the past three hours she had touched herself thrice already. Her sleep was broken at several points and she did not feel rested at all. She was starting to worry that this was the beginning of something that could interfere with the mission, as the fatigue may cause dulling of reflexes and loss of concentration. 'I have to think of some way to control this urge,' she thought. "This is all his fault," she grumbled into the pillow, pertaining to a certain brown-haired sex god. If only Kiba hadn't shown her just how much pleasure a man's body can offer, she wouldn't have turned into this bottomless pit of lust.
'How about just imagining Kitaro in a two-piece bathing suit,' offered her inner self. 'That should be disgusting enough to put a giant steel lid on that "bottomless pit" of yours.'
The brunette laughed out loud. "Right," she managed to say in between the giggles, "that could help." Imagining the small, pot-bellied man with awfully thin arms and legs in female swimwear was a potent turn-off, it seemed. Still, she had to get used to being in the company of three hung, impossibly good-looking men. 'That's much easier said than done,' she mentally ranted.
'You'll figure something out. I'm sure of it.'
The former pinkette hummed at her inner self's confidence. She yawned and stretched lazily on the fluffy bed, her earth-shattering release draining much of her energy. Just then, she heard her door open.
She whispered, her back towards him, "You should be in your room. Kyoko warned us not to—"
The dog-nin shushed her. She felt the soft mattress under her yield under the hunky jōnin's substantial mass. Gently, he placed himself flush against her back, the hard planes of his body enveloping her smooth yet firm curves entirely. She felt his velvet hardness settle itself between the cheeks of her rump, throbbing and enormous as ever. Somehow, though, she knew that the hard rod wasn't looking for action at the moment.
She took a deep breath and smelled the fragrant scent of sandalwood. "The soap must be hell expensive," she said softly, earning her a chuckle.
"Well, most of the stuff in this place is," the hard-bodied jōnin replied, his deep voice rumbling as he buried his face in her hair.
The brunette blushed. "Don't," she warned, "I stink."
The dog-nin inhaled deeply. "Nonsense," he said, "You could hide in a crowd of a million shadow clones and I'd single you out. This is the most wonderful scent in the five great nations."
The medical-nin smiled and felt her insides get all giddy, then asked jokingly, "Hey, how about the smaller countries?"
"Okay, in the world, then." Sakura sighed as she felt a muscular arm embrace her.
"You're pretty early," the medical-nin noted. "Having stamina problems?" She smirked a little at the recycled line.
"Have I ever?" the brown-haired hunk replied smugly, rubbing his huge erection against the cleft that was formed between cheeks the former pinkette's shapely ass as if to reinforce the legend that was his staying power. "Kyoko says she doesn't stay awake past twelve. Beauty rest and all that crap," the hung jōnin narrated languidly. He took another deep breath and sniggered. "You've touched yourself many times tonight."
The addressed blushed and shifted uncomfortably. 'Curse that nose of his,' she thought. She felt him hug her tighter, his chiseled body pressing itself harder against hers.
"I hope you were thinking of me while you were doing it…"
A blade of guilt wedged itself deeply into Sakura's heart, 'Well, it wasn't exclusively for you.'
"…but I won't get angry if that's not the case."
'What!?' Sakura craned her neck awkwardly in an attempt to look at the handsome man behind her.
Kiba sighed. "Listen," he began, "I can't stop you from lusting over other men. It's a natural reaction. We can't control our hormones, after all. What I can do is make you touch yourself more while thinking of me than while thinking of them, and that you feel more than just lust when you do."
"Idiot," she said as her face warmed, "I already do."
Kiba hummed his concurrence and hugged her even tighter. "It's the same for me. I won't lie. I find Kyoko pretty attractive, but beyond that, I feel nothing. I swear. If the mission didn't require it, I wouldn't have laid a finger on her."
Despite the crudeness of his terms, the tenderness in his voice alone assured her that he spoke no lie. He hugged her more tightly. "I like to keep things intimate," he muttered out of the blue.
"What?"
"I like to keep things intimate," the man repeated, "I'd take candle-lit dinners at home over fancy dinners in restaurants any day. Besides, the waitresses would probably bug me to death. As for the sterility thing, I—"
"You don't have to explain yourself," the kunoichi said softly, "I know you didn't mean to upset me. I just got a little paranoid. I'm really sorry for what I said and did. Maybe a part of me still couldn't believe someone like you would pick someone like me. I mean, look at you. You can have any woman you want, and yet—"
"What's so unbelievable about me picking you? You're beautiful, powerful, intelligent, caring…"
The emerald-eyed woman's heart fluttered as adjectives of praise kept rolling off her lover's tongue.
"I've already said it," the Inuzuka said in a firm tone, "I love you, and don't you ever doubt it."
Sakura felt the ebony-haired hunk's lips touch her shoulder blade.
"So, are we good?"
"Yeah, we're good."
A sigh of relief, then a pause.
"Kiba…"
"Er, Mikoto, who's Ki—"
"The room's soundproof and there are no spying jutsu. I checked."
"Oh."
Another pause.
"Kiba…"
"Hmm?"
"Make love to me."
"But—"
"There are only two things that would tell Kyoko that we're fucking like rabbits up here: the amount of cum you ejaculate during your performances, and the stains we'll make. We both know the first one's not a problem. As for the second one, I know a decontaminating jutsu."
"So why didn't you use that jutsu back then?" Kiba said, recalling that day when Tsunade summoned Sakura, prematurely ending their ten-day fuckfest. "I actually got a little tired scrubbing everything, you know? Ceilings aren't exactly a breeze to clean."
"Hey, I was in a hurry. It wasn't just Ino or Naruto who summoned me, it was the hokage," Sakura answered somewhat defensively.
"Still, I'm sure the jutsu wouldn't take too long to execute," the well-endowed dog-nin grumbled. He was quick to put on a mischievous smile, though, "I suppose I'll just have to make double the mess and have you clean it."
Before Sakura could even argue, Kiba's colossal manhood was already buried to the hilt inside of her, stretching her to the limits. The massive organ pulsed delightfully inside her, the head bumping and pushing against what most men's assets can't even reach. She gasped, feeling his rock-hard eight-pack abs ripple as he began to spear her repeatedly with his thick pole of man-meat. The brown-haired stud's sharp and powerful thrusts caused her entire body to shake, her sweaty back sliding against the dog-nin's broad and muscular chest. Kami, she had missed the sensory overload that only Inuzuka Kiba's god-like body could deliver. As she felt her vagina being plowed viciously, she could not help but giggle a little as a thought crossed her mind.
Never in her life had she looked forward to cleaning up a huge mess.
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