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Disclaimer: Not mine, lol. Leave
me alone. 8D
A/N: SiEG RiOT at DeviantArt did an amazing
piece of fanart that inspired the whole prompt. Her
piece wasn�t really about succubus!Sakura,
but it triggered my bunny muse Manolito to nag at me
about this. Since I was undecided about the development of the prompt, I kissed
plot goodbye for this story, so it�s all about smut. However, if someone thinks
that can write a multi-chapter story with this idea, be my guest and let me
know in order for me to read it, hahaha.
Dedicated to the lovely SiEG RiOT, of course, to my dear buddies Paws Bells, Peachandbetty, Ronsmyhero and my awesome
chums at the ItaSaku FC.

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Conquered

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There was a
certain sweet aroma in the air that made him stop in his tracks.

It wasn�t
the first time he�d sensed it, yet it was somewhat soothing after the strains
of the last mission. It had been another assassination, another grueling task
that made his soul darken a little more.

Uchiha
Itachi felt so cold inside that he simply limited himself to exist. The reasons
for living were few, like candles trying to light up an entire forest in the
middle of the night.

The gates
of the village were closed, but there was a sliver in the massive wooden panels
that allowed ninja arriving at night to enter their homeland without much fuss.

Greeting
the lone sentinel in the booth next to the gates with a curt nod, the solitary
ANBU-ranked operative strode directly towards his home. Back to the pressure of
being the clan heir, back to the stress of protecting a little boy from the
sinister machinations of the elders of their family, back to the lies.

Just as he
walked next to the stone benches road, he realized that the sweet scent that
had accompanied him since he entered Fire Country had disappeared.

He�d sensed
it before... but he couldn�t remember exactly where.

Itachi
would go to bed with this particular thought sitting in the back of his mind.

-X-

Such
beautiful perfection, he thought dazedly as the little, cheeky tongue traced
the places of his chest slowly but thoroughly. The warm body that was placed
over him was so delectable, supple and soft that he couldn�t help but dig his
fingers into those addictive hips.

Brilliant
emerald eyes looked up to his, narrowing in a resemblance of a smile as the
tongue continued its path down towards his belly and narrow, defined hips.

Her scent
permeated the air. Such a sweet, heady aroma, so very fitting that the Uchiha
heir couldn�t help but relate it to the supernatural legend of how the Gods�
ambrosia smelled.

A sharp
nail traced the taut skin of his stomach, sinking slightly into it and drawing
blood. The man raised his face towards the skies in an encouraging grunt when
that dainty tongue swept over the wound, tasting his life substance.

When Itachi
heard her moan of approval, his blood boiled with desire. He was so hard it
actually was beginning to be desperately uncomfortable, but the beautiful body
perched over his didn�t feel the need to acknowledge his urges.

A deep,
sassy feminine giggle broke from around his hipbone. �Aren�t you very eager
tonight, ningen,�
she said, her breath ghosting over the sensitive skin of his abdomen. �Relax, my handsome. I�m going to make you see stars.�

He didn�t
question her promise � he was much too lost in the sensation of her sensual
voice calling him �human�. No names, no surnames, just his species, a race so
very, very different from hers.

Her hands
were small, yet so strong. He didn�t doubt their capability to kill. He was
well aware of the fact that the gorgeous creature currently straddling his legs
and exploring his shaft with her lips was even more lethal than him. She was,
after all, a demon.

A
breathtakingly beautiful fiend, with deep green eyes, long pink hair and peculiar,
otherworldly features that were promptly forgotten when her skin came in
contact with his. Her wings were folded at her back, her tail swished ever so
slowly over her delectable buttocks that he felt his mouth going strangely dry.
The demonic female currently giving him the most mind-boggling blowjob of his
life had the most incredible feminine curves he had ever seen.

Itachi
grunted, paralyzed under the onslaught of sensations. It was frustrating
somehow, the way she seemed to know every nook and cranny of his body. His
logical shinobi mind always protested at this treatment, but when she ran her
tongue flat against the length of his manhood... his male instincts took over
without fail, making him compliant and obedient to her every whim.

�What a
beautiful specimen you are, my raven-haired one,� she whispered against his
member, making him shudder with the warm breath that sprayed from her mouth to
his hardness. �I have been watching you,� she continued, speaking slowly and
licking the soft skin of his mushroomed tip between words, �so strong and
stoic,� she moved down to taste the twin sac that was filled, waiting
expectantly to be emptied, �so tortured under the weight of his duties...�

Itachi let
out a harsh grunt when her wet, dexterous appendage ran up and down his shaft.
He was close to the edge; she definitely knew how to make him lose control. She
always did before allowing him to mount her, all his human senses forgotten as
he pounded into her wildly, like an animal in heat.

�Sakura-san,�
he murmured, conceding silent defeat to the demonic beauty. Another giggle was
heard, this time with a happy, inquisitive hum. He grunted once more, for the
hum had been done with her mouth wrapped around him.

His Sharingan
swirled, signaling he was very close to climax. But suddenly, the tongue
disappeared and the extraordinarily beautiful creature�s face came into view
instead. She was wearing her usual little smile that never failed to make him
lose his mind.

�My dear ningen,� she said, much too amused with his current,
orgasm-deprived predicament. �You are so eager tonight! It�s as if your body is
craving my touch. Did you miss me during your mission, little one?�

Uchiha
Itachi nodded, unable to speak. In all honesty, his solo missions only fueled
his desire to return home quickly, even if he wasn�t consciously aware of his
longing. His dreams were another thing altogether.

Even if he
ruled a world of pain for seventy-two hours thanks to his Tsukiyomi, his dream
world was ruled by the pink-haired succubus.

Full, red
lips stretched in a wide, feral smile that showed the pair of intimidating
fangs she possessed. He wasn�t afraid of them, even though he witnessed
firsthand how those fangs worked when he stayed at his cousin�s home for a
mission debriefing.

In his
dreams that night, he�d seen how the delectable demoness rode Uchiha Shisui
hard, until said man pleaded for mercy under the force of his fourth orgasm.
Lastly, she had bit his cousin�s neck, marking him as she absorbed his life
energy.

Itachi only
could lower his head to conceal the animalistic jealousy that consumed him when
she finally came to him. Grabbing his long hair roughly, she sat on his face
unceremoniously, commanding him to bring her to climax with his tongue. Even if
his male instincts screamed for retaliation on his kin for having the female
first and leaving her filled with his seed, he found out that he simply
couldn�t disobey her.

Her
passionate cries were a balm that washed over his feverish body, setting it on
fire as she finally moved to straddle him, playing with her nipples, proceeding
to ride him with a domineering manner that he secretly adored. It was too much,
too intense; but oh so addictive... especially when she rewarded his sexual
prowess with a playful bite on his neck. She fed from his life energy, and he
felt taken to the very heavens with the sensation.

In his day
to day life, he became skinnier, his features gaunt with exhaustion from all
the stress he suffered thanks to all the duties he had with his country, his
clan and his family. His mother worried over him. She tried to make him eat
more in an attempt to make him put on some weight and she tried to make him rest
more, for she felt that her son was collapsing under the burden of his tasks.

He never
complained, though. He did his job swiftly and efficiently as always, and the
clan was satisfied with his incredible proficiency on the field, the honor he
bestowed upon them by being one of the top shinobi of the village, and the
great respect his name gained throughout the land.

There were
times when the hell-spawn gathered him in her arms without bidding for him to
be hard and ready for her, content with kissing him until he was breathless and
taking her bite of energy, which made him feel bizarrely reassured.

It was as
if she knew what he needed, and this made him strangely pleased.

There were
times when she was harsh and merciless, when she wrapped her tail around his
wrists and scratched him all over his body; then the pain became mind-numbing
pleasure, for her demonic, agile tongue was hot and soothing, drinking his
blood in exchange for climaxes.

There were
times when she felt playful enough to let him take charge. These were the
occasions Itachi reveled in the most, for he was allowed to suckle her supple
body at his leisure, to tease every part of her � nipples, clitoris, in order
to bring her to an explosive orgasm. She always moaned so endearingly that he
was hard-pressed not to dig his fingers into her hips and drive himself into
her like a raging animal. Sometimes he succeeded, sometimes he did not.

This night
however, was one when his fiendish companion visited his dreams with a new
taunt.

�Oh, my
dear ningen,� she purred darkly, a promise of either
pain or blinding pleasure. �You were very secretive with me, did you not? You
kept a secret from me.�

He furrowed
his brow, for he didn�t know what she was referring to. Deep green eyes
narrowed in mock displeasure, but her red lips formed a smile that made him go
still. Feral, taunting, so impishly her
that he only could stare and wait for her to play her game.

Sakura
laughed; a chuckle near his ear that made the hairs of his arms stand on end.
�You did not tell me you had such a beautiful brother, my handsome pet. I might
have to visit him soon... or maybe have him just like I had your precious
cousin, hmm?�

Itachi�s
Sharingan triggered of its own volition. She laughed in amusement as she
watched his red eyes glint in the darkness, tomoe
spinning.

�I knew you
felt possessive towards me, my dearest pet,� she sneered and lowered herself onto
his lap, her tail swishing until she caught it and bit the tip, winking
mischievously. �I still remember how mad you were, when I had your cousin at my
mercy. I am a demon, though, my lovely human. I could kill you right now.�

�But you
won�t,� he replied easily, still under her, his hands lax on the bed. He
watched how her unabashedly bare body seemed to possess an ethereal glow under
the moonlight filtering in through his window.

She giggled
again. �You are right, my handsome. I would not. You know why, though?� she
asked, her petite hands pulling at the sheet that covered his nude body. He
blinked, and she took his unresponsiveness as a negative answer. �Because, my
dearest human, Uchiha Itachi, you are
my most precious pet. Such incredible energy you have! I am so addicted to your
taste it isn�t funny. Maybe that is why I keep coming to you...� trailing off,
the demoness only lowered her upper body to claim his lips with hers. She was
usually demanding, passionate, and she never failed to make him fall into her
sexual spell. He was inwardly surprised that she knew his name, but since she
was a hellish siren on earth, he figured names weren�t very important to her.

His hands
rose to cup her hips, and he reveled in the softness of her supple skin. She hummed
in approval, as her tongue encountered his and both initiated the dance that
started to awaken his body. She uncovered him, pulling the sheet aside so that her
rounded, delectable breasts were pressed into his chest. The contact made his
heart rate increase, signaling the beginning of the effect she always had on
him.

The
pink-haired succubus was already wet, and she ground her core into his rapidly
hardening shaft. He grunted onto her lips, making her huff, a sound meant to be
a laugh. His hands wandered, exploring as delicately as he could. There had
been a time when she wrapped her tail around his neck, suffocating him because
his fingers brushed the base of her wings. He knew better now.

Beautiful
as she may be, the winged hell-spawn had weak points as well. Sakura didn�t
comment on her sudden reaction to that particular caress, but afterwards she
had been quite relentless in her ministrations.

Her hips
jerked suddenly, her nether lips opening, ready to engulf him. Itachi groaned
between gritted teeth and refrained from thrusting upwards and to show her how
much he craved her.

But she had
other ideas.

�Tell me,�
she murmured, tracing his lips with the tip of her tongue. �What would you do
if I decide to make your little brother mine?�

He felt his
control begin to slip, and his fingers dug in her hips, bruising the skin.
�Don�t approach him,� he growled in warning, but his growl lengthened when she
slid her center over his stiffness in a slow, sinful motion.

She shook
with silent laughter. �I knew you were jealous,� she whispered into his ear as
she kept sliding over his shaft, covering it with her essence. �You are so
devoted, my ningen, that you feel you
might lose your mind if I leave you, right?�

Her sharp
claws trailed down his chest slowly and softly, leaving faint red lines. She
didn�t break his skin, but he knew how dangerous those long, spiky talons were.
It would only take one to pierce his heart and kill him instantly.

He nodded,
heeding her taunts. He was completely and absolutely under her spell of sex and
frenzy; his sense of control always lost to those curvy hips and breasts, that
sinful, sweet core of hers and those eyes that always seemed to mock him.

He was
hers, entirely subjected to her whims.

Her smile
changed from mocking to bizarrely happy, as she tilted her head to a side. �You
spent so much time trying to protect your foolish otouto
from your overtly ambitious family that you forgot your own desires,� she said,
tracing his nipples with the back of her clawed fingers. �You were very easy to
lure and provoke, human. You repressed yourself so much that it only took a
little lick here,� she slipped her hand to his neck, �and a little bite here,� she
ground hard on his lap, making him groan once more, �to break you, to bend you
to my whishes.�

�Sakura-san,�
he murmured, feeling lightheaded. �I need you.�

�Of course
you need me,� she leered, grinning wickedly as she twisted her hips deftly,
making him slip inside her smoothly. �You�re mine!�

Itachi bit
his lower lip to prevent himself from groaning aloud. She was as tight and hot
as ever, moving slowly over him and making his hardness slide wetly in her
channel. So dissolutely addictive she was, he thought hazily as she did what
she loved most: rode him hard until their joint oblivion.

Itachi was
lost in the sensation, feeling even more lightheaded than usual. It didn�t feel
like a dream anymore, for his senses were picking up the shape of his room, the
organized weapons that lay on his table, and the ANBU uniform neatly folded on
his chair... the deep breathing of his little brother sleeping in the room next
door.

He was
awake, but she hadn�t disappeared with the dream. The pink-haired demon was
still over him, smiling impishly as she kept riding his shaft and grinding hard.
Her skin under his fingers felt even more tangible, more real, and the
tightness that slid around his manhood felt even wetter, hotter, sending him
spiraling into a white abyss.

She
clenched around him when he started to climax, signaling the achieving of her
own orgasm. She hissed as tiny little contractions milked him, making Itachi
grunt. It had been real, so real and so intense, that he was surprised he
hadn�t shouted his climax for all to hear.

�Good, my
dear ningen,� she whispered, still panting from the
exertion. �We do not want your family to intrude upon us, am I right? Especially when I am about to partake of your life this night.�

She was as real as he was. Her wings were folded in
her back, and her tail still swished lazily, reminiscent of a cat. Her fangs
shone in the moonlight as she smiled and placed her elbows on his pectorals as
she cupped her own face, contemplating him while he attempted to sort through
his outrageous, unbelievable conclusions of her true existence. Her voice still
rang in his ears, deep and feminine with seduction and playfulness.

Uchiha
Itachi realized that he had been at her mercy since the first night. And
somehow, he didn�t mind, for she had allowed him to truly lose control of
everything he always repressed.

�Are you
ready, love?� she whispered, leaning over him, her
sweet lips ghosting over his. �This will not hurt... much.�

His
Sharingan closed as she kissed him, and he felt the pull of his energy as she drained
from his life, her core still gripping him mercilessly within her, sending
aftershocks of pleasure all over his body.

He couldn�t
think of a better death, overpowered by a beautiful fiend that came straight
from hell to possess, to conquer him.

He yielded.

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- Tenna' ento lye omenta -

-XxX-

AN: KEKEKEKE. 8D
I almost
wanted to portray canon!Itachi
being jumped by this succubus!Sakura, but non-mass AU
is so much fun to write that I had to go with it. Besides, I figure Itachi
wouldn�t be so devoted to smexing an otherworldly
demoness when he had to go die at his brother�s hands. I love canon!Itachi, but his non-mass
self is way funnier to torture, hahahaha... �runs
from Amaterasu�s flames�
Much love
to the awesome Rapturesrevenge for her beta work!

Thank you
so much for reading! 8D
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