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By : Shortcake
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Author's Note: Lemony goodness. It may be summer in the northern hemisphere, but winter is in full swing in the Land of Mountains.

The captive kunoichi spent most of her time curled in the scratchy wool blankets. She emerged if there was food, usually just a rice ball, and always at odd times. Naturally, she had to get up to use the toilet and get water sometimes as well. Staying hidden in the confines of the cocoon served her purposes on many levels. It gave her more sleep; something she knew she desperately needed. It gave her a tiny illusion of privacy since she was constantly watched. She could cry real tears or fake it to keep up the half-broken raped woman façade. She could think. While the chief inspector was a fantastic lover, she had to focus her thoughts on the mission and protecting her village. He’d given her a lot to consider. Was he really interested in stopping the war? Or were his actions a simple ploy to extract information from her? He literally said there was nothing she could tell him about Konoha he didn’t already know. How was that possible? He had seemed sincere…was he wrong? Was he delusional? She spent hours picking through his words and trying not to think of the things he could do with her body. Keeping track of the calendar became difficult has her leg hair had grown out completely. She estimated her confinement at two weeks, taking into account that her private parts were now recovered.
“Get up, whore. You’re coming with me.” The harsh sound of Kenji’s voice echoed through the prison.
Sakura poked her head out from under the blankets. “Excuse me?” she stalled for time as she took in her surroundings. Kenji stood at the cell door with shackles. Evidently the time for torture had arrived. She steeled herself, preparing her mind for the pain her body would endure.
Kenji gasped in spite of himself at the sight of the little whore. It had only been a few days since she gave him head, but the girl had declined considerably. Dark circles enveloped tear-stained red eyes. She was pale and had clearly lost weight in their care. “Come on, bitch. You heard me.”
She stood, wrapping the blankets around her body for warmth and modesty.
She was surprised when Kenji led her to Saizo’s office, but kept silent as he brought her into the chief inspector’s warm workplace. She stood with her head lowered submissively as Kenji spoke with his superior.
“Here’s the prisoner you requested, sir.” The young ninja bowed.
“Thank you, Kenji. You should get to the barracks now. The storm will be on us in an hour.” Saizo’s voice oozed authority, though he showed genuine concern for the young man.
“Sir, if I may, are you sure you want this prisoner in your office now? She is known to be quite dangerous.” Kenji spoke hesitantly.
The goateed officer grinned, “Thank you for your concern, Kenji. I’m certain I can handle the spy just fine. I have too much work to do with her to be bothered by a bit of weather. You may go.”
“Yes sir!” The shinobi bowed and left.
With the door closed, Sakura stood tall, her bright green eyes piercing the imposing shinobi’s steel grey orbs. “What’s all this about a storm?” She tilted her head to the side inquisitively.
Saizo smiled. The hot mess in front of him was a feisty little thing. Her pink hair was a mess, pale skin, dark circles, weight loss – physically the girl looked a poor specimen. But the fire in those green eyes was unmistakable; such admirable spirit. “Just look outside, darlin’. Blizzard is setting in. An hour from now, everyone will be staying wherever they are for several days. Anyone outside will die. You and I will be holed up right here.”
The kunoichi raised an eyebrow and scratched her chin, “Why would you pull me out of a prison cell to spend a blizzard with you in your office?”
He sighed at her remark, “Darlin’, you don’t recognize how valuable you are to me. As I’m sure you know, my men have orders not to touch you. So far, they’ve followed those orders. However, there are some temptations no man could resist. Being alone with you for days during a blizzard is one of those. Since I can’t risk you seducing the guards into setting you free or the guards accidentally killing you with a gang rape, I will keep you here with me.”
Sakura turned, regarding the chief’s office carefully. The futon was set up, the fireplace lit, and something smelled delicious simmering in a crockpot on his desk. Her stomach rumbled, reminding her how little she’d been eating, “Can we eat, please?”
Saizo chuckled softly, “Yes, darlin’, have a seat.” He served up two bowls of the vegetable stew, handing one with a spoon to the ravenous young woman.
Sakura dove into the meal, trying to use proper manners. The wonderful flavors delighted her as she ate with enthusiasm. A few short minutes later, the bowl was empty. “Thank you, Saizo. That was delicious.”
The older shinobi was barely halfway through his own meal. “You’re welcome Sakura. There is more if you are still hungry?”
When she finished her third bowl, Sakura leaned back, her hungry belly finally satisfied. “Thank you, Saizo.” She looked through the window, seeing only a sea of white as the snow and wind picked up. “That’s quite a storm. I’ve heard stories of blizzards, but this is the first I’ve seen with my own eyes.”
“We have one or two every year, my little kunoichi. The snow may be beautiful to look at, but trust me, it’s deadly. Visibility drops to the point you can see only a few feet in front of your face. The wind bites through your coat; it’s impossible to stay warm. Even a trained shinobi will die within a few hours out there.”
Sakura nodded thoughtfully, “So, then, who all has stayed at the office like you?”
Saizo considered his response carefully, “Well, we did promise to be honest, didn’t we?” He caught the analytical gaze of his captive, “No one. You and I are here alone. This building is connected to the prison, but they don’t have the key to the office complex. Everyone else who works here went home.”
Sakura watched carefully for any sign of a lie. Finding none, she asked another question, “Don’t you have anyone at home to look after?”
The inspector found himself uncomfortable with her questions, yet this was part of why he brought her here, wasn’t it? The blizzard was a godsend; he needed more time to talk with her. He only wished he knew he could count on her. Sometimes, you had to play the odds and hope for the best. “I have a wife and 3 sons at home. They will be fine.”
Sakura sensed his tension. She’d just been chatting, but something about his family hit a nerve. “Three sons! You must be very proud. How old are they?” The picture was beginning to make sense in her mind. Just a few more puzzle pieces…
“Sora is the oldest; he’s fifteen. Haru is twelve and little Jun is ten.” Saizo stroked his beard thoughtfully at the thought of his precious children.
Sakura pressed in, this was starting to make more sense. “Are they shinobi like their father?”
Saizo’s teeth clenched ever so slightly at the poignant question. He looked her squarely in the eye, “Yes. Sora is a chunin, a very promising member of the militia. Haru graduates the academy this spring and Jun is just behind him by a year.”
Sakura swallowed hard, “I see. So, if we fail to stop this war, your sons will be on the front lines.”
Saizo sighed. You couldn’t spend time with a smart young shinobi and hide things from her at the same time. At least, not much. “I came to grips with the prospect of losing one or more of my sons to this profession when my oldest entered the academy. It’s different, watching your child become strong and taking up the banner of protecting the village, different than choosing this life for yourself. I know I could bear the loss if it happened when my son was truly protecting Yamakagure. But a senseless war? An unwinnable, ridiculous war hyped up by a man only wanting more power and more money?” He shuddered visibly as he spoke, “No. That is something I cannot abide. I have a higher duty; an oath to protect my village, including my fellow shinobi. The Land of Fire poses no threat to us. Any minor trade disputes have been resolved fairly in recent years. I cannot sit by and see my sons sacrificed for nothing. I’m taking a huge risk speaking to you, you know. I’ve already taken many calculated risks. I decided months ago, it was worth it.”
Sakura giggled. She couldn’t help it.
Saizo raised an eyebrow, “Darlin’, pray tell, what is so amusing about me pouring my heart out?”
She composed herself, “I’m sorry, Saizo. It’s just that in my wildest dreams I could not have imagined getting captured could be a good thing. Thank goodness Hideo is an idiot.”
The tall man smirked at her comment, then pulled out a pair of cups and sake, “A toast then, darlin’. To the idiot, Hideo!” He drank half his cup at once.
Sakura sipped the warm drink, “To the idiot, Hideo.” She smiled.
Finishing his drink, Saizo moved on, “And now, my little kunoichi, let’s get you cleaned up, shall we?” He motioned for her to follow him.
Sakura stood, suddenly keenly aware that she was quite a mess – nearly naked, wrapped in poor blankets, her hair a mess, no bath for days, and no toothbrush. The inspector opened what she’d initially taken for a closet to reveal a full bathroom.
He began drawing the bath, motioning the kunoichi further, “Go on, darlin’. We both know you could use a soak. And give me those things; I’ll find some clothes for you.”
It took more effort than she imagined letting go of the blankets and tattered yukata. Even though she knew Saizo had seen her naked before, stripping down to only the chakra bracelets left her feeling suddenly vulnerable. She stood still for a moment, taking in a deep breath.
Sensing her fear, Saizo drew the petite kunoichi close, kissing the top of her messy head lightly. “It’s alright, Sakura. You are safe with me.” Strong arms wrapped around her small frame as the pair stood listening to the sound of running water.
The warmth of his embrace reassured her; she regained her composure quickly. “Yes. Of course.” Then she stepped in to the half full tub, letting the hot water soothe her stiff muscles.
Saizo stayed with her a moment, admiring the beauty of her naked form as the young kunoichi soaked her worries away. He turned off the tap as the tub was nearly too full, then stepped out, leaving her in peaceful solitude.
…
Sakura sat on the edge of the futon, clad only in one of Saizo’s long sleeved shirts. He had apologized, but with the short warning of the coming storm, he’d focused on the essentials. Unaccustomed to having a petite young woman around, all the clothing was his. She’d simply shrugged, rolled up the sleeves, and buttoned up the item that fit her more like an oversized dress.
Saizo sat directly behind her, a comb in his hand as he gradually detangled the matted pink mess known as Sakura’s hair. “Hold still darlin’. We are making progress.”
Sakura did her best; he was surprisingly gentle with her hair. It reminded her of her mother’s care when she was young. “Saizo… How did you learn to take care of a girl’s hair?”
The shinobi paused a moment as he held himself calm, “We… had a daughter. Sara passed away two years ago from a long illness.” A bittersweet smile covered his face. “She liked for me to do her hair.”
She felt as though she’d been sucker punched. Sakura reached her hand up, gently holding his, staying the comb a moment. “I’m so sorry for your loss, inspector.”
He kissed her hand lightly, resuming the daunting detangling task.
The next thing she knew, Sakura was jumping in the bathroom, trying to get a good look at the braid he’d made in her hair. It was a lovely French braid that trailed along the side of her face, over her crown, and around to the back of her head. But she was short and the mirror was tall.
Saizo laughed at the silly girl, then scooped her up by the waist, lifting her higher so she could see his handiwork on her pink tresses. “Is that better, my little kunoichi?”
She turned her head back and forth, examining herself in the mirror. “Yes, thank you, Saizo.” Still feeling playful, Sakura twisted herself around in the tall man’s grasp. Hooking her ankles around the small of his back, she grabbed his shoulders, kissing him lightly on the lips. She pulled her face back, the smile fading away as her eyes suddenly met with his.
Her kiss surprised him as the shinobi suddenly realized he held a beautiful, barely clothed woman in his arms. He drew her in again, capturing her soft lips with his own as his body asked for more of her.
Sakura held on tightly, opening her mouth to him as the kiss deepened. She moaned softly, desire creeping up on her as the feel of his masculine, whiskered face and his domineering tongue spoke to her primal nature. She ground her hips rhythmically against his torso in reply.
He broke the kiss briefly, looking into the kunoichi’s deep green eyes, “Sakura, you don’t have to do this.”
She held his gaze, “I know, Saizo. I want to. Make love to me.”
He kissed her again; a long slow thorough kiss as their tongues danced a tete-a-tete in each other’s mouths. Still kissing the kunoichi, he carried her back to the futon, laying the small woman on the bed beneath him.
Sakura reached up, her fingers unfastening the buttons and clasps of his uniform as Saizo pressed open mouthed kisses down her throat and along her collarbone. She moaned softly as he paused at her pulse point, suckling and licking the sensitive flesh.
Saizo worked the shirt buttons open one at a time until there were no more. Then his hands made their way across her delightful body, memorizing the feel of her breasts, stomach, and thighs. He spread those muscular thighs, teasing his fingers up to her rose-colored curls. He smiled as he found her already moist, her arousal building alongside his own carnal hunger. “Sakura… you’re wet for me.” His deep voice growled into her ear.
Sakura moaned as she struggled liberate the sexy man’s body from his uniform. “Yes, Saizo… And you are wearing too many clothes.” She felt his erection straining against the fabric of his pants as she searched for the fly.
Saizo stepped back, watching the nearly naked woman pant, the flush of arousal clear on her pale skin, rosy pert nipples hard and longing for his mouth. He swiftly removed his uniform, tossing the clothes on a nearby chair. Then pulling off his boxers, he freed the long, hard cock from its cage.
Sakura peeled the man’s shirt from her shoulders, adding it to the pile on the chair. Her eyes feasted on the strong shinobi’s flesh – broad shoulders, muscled chest and arms, washboard abs, the occasional scars that spoke to foes he’d defeated, and most of all, that enormous cock. He was at least ten inches long and as wide as her wrist. She knew it would fit because it had before. Just the thought of the way he could fill her had Sakura spreading her legs wide for him; inviting him to sow his seed in her depths.
The now naked man hovered over the much smaller frame of his bare lover. “Sakura… you are so beautiful. I want you.” He sucked an erect nipple into his mouth, eliciting a pleasured moan from the pink-haired girl. One hand supported his weight while the other kneaded her second breast. Several minutes later, he switched sides, suckling greedily at the second breast and fondling the first.
Sakura ran her hands over his torso, front and back, feeling the hard muscles covered in sleek skin. Her hands eventually made their way between his thighs, finding the enormous cock she craved, she stroked him sensually.
Saizo groaned as she fueled the flames of his carnal passion. He left her tantalizing breasts to kiss her on the lips once more, dominating her mouth with the strength of his tongue. A large hand guided his massive erection to her delicate entrance. He teased the outer folds of her flower with the tip of his cock, coating himself with her sweet juices.
Sakura’s hands grasped at his muscular back, frantic for leverage. “Yes! Saizo, yes!” Every fiber of her being longed to be filled; to have his enormous, juicy cock stuffed in her center.
He drove into her entrance slowly, aware of his size. He loved the expressions on her sweet face – longing, stretching, filling, lust. Bit by bit he made his way in to the sensual kunoichi, the feel of her tight walls drawing him in sending him wild with passion.
Sakura bucked her hips, straining for more of him as he took his time filling her pussy. She groaned with mingled passion and frustration, yearning for more. Her hands grabbed his muscled ass cheeks, desperate to push him in further.
As Saizo finally bottomed out against her cervix, he set a slow pace, thrusting in and out of the libidinous woman deliberately, relishing her frustration at his teasing.
Sakura moaned, her salacious appetite unsated. “Saizo! Please! More!” She cried out to him, her hips grinding into his as she arched her back nearly off the bed.
Saizo smiled as he brought his skilled fingers to her clit, driving her over the edge of ecstasy.
Sakura screamed his name as the mind shattering orgasm wracked her body; pleasure washing over her in strong waves.
Saizo picked up his pace, thrusting heartily into the writhing kunoichi, her screams of pleasure music to his ears. He kept her at her peak as he rode her hard, occasionally slowing slightly so she would breathe. He strained to hold his own climax back as her strong, wet walls milked his huge cock. Eventually, fearing she would pass out, he allowed himself to release, jets of milky white seed spurting into her waiting womb.
Sakura shook as the aftershocks of multiple orgasms fired through her nervous system.
Saizo pulled his softening member from her folds, collapsing on the bed beside his spent lover. He pulled the small framed woman to his side, holding her as they both panted for breath.
Sakura snuggled up to the large man, resting her head on his chest. The comforting sound of his deep breaths and strong heartbeat lulled her tired mind as she drifted towards sleep.
Saizo sat up suddenly, “Not so fast there, darlin’.” He stepped quickly to the bathroom, returning with a large glass of water. “You should drink this before you fall asleep.”
Sakura gulped down the water, grateful he had the presence to think of her wellbeing even in post-coital bliss.
Saizo lit a cigarette, taking a long, satisfying drag, then handing the tobacco to Sakura.
She nodded in thanks, taking a long drag herself. They passed the smoke back and forth until it was spent.
The chief inspector pulled out several warm blankets, covering their naked bodies as the storm raged outside.
Sakura found herself once again nestled with her head on the tall shinobi’s chest as they both drifted off to sleep.
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