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Claim Me	By : t69 Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 5718 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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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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Hey, guys. It's been far too long. I didn't really think I'd be so busy that i wouldn't be able to write follow-up stories to Violate Me and So Natural. I finally found the time to write this story. Now, first and foremost, despite all the embellishments, this is a smut fic, so don't expect the rules of logic to follow, as even the most unlikely scenarios can occur if it leads to something unbelievably hot.
I am no literary expert. This is just my third time writing something, so please be a bit gentle with the criticisms. That said, I hope you enjoy.
Note: It is highly recommended that you read Violate Me and So Natural first so I've provided the links below. I also made a few changes to make them relevant to the manga.
Violate Me: http://naruto.adult-fanfiction.org/story.php?no=600095267
So Natural: http://naruto.adult-fanfiction.org/story.php?no=600095996

“It’s Kiba’s birthday today,” mumbled Sakura as she gazed outside her bedroom window. The sweltering-hot season brought with it its occasional downpours, and there was one just a few minutes ago. Raindrops clung to the glass, acting as tiny prisms to the village’s nightlights, bathing the twenty-one-year-old in a multitude of hues. Despite the rain, the air remained uncomfortably warm, explaining the pinkette’s current ensemble of plain cotton panties and an oversized shirt. She sighed and embraced herself, rubbing the faded fabric as her thoughts wandered to a certain brown-haired jōnin.
It had been a month since she and the lovable dog-nin had taken their friendship a lot further; a month since that intensely gratifying night in Kiba’s flat. ‘Well, technically, it’s just been a little over two weeks,’ butt in her inner self, looking dreamy-eyed as she continued, ‘since his pleasurable assault continued into the morning, then into the afternoon, and night, and the next morn—’
“Oh, I get it!” muttered Sakura, trembling a little as she noted the truth in the statement. After Kiba’s positively melting admission of his feelings for her, something that seemed so unlike the man, making it all the more significant for Sakura, she coaxed him into breaking that kinky record he had set some time ago. And break it, he did. The hunky dog-nin certainly did not disappoint.
Ten days. Sakura heard herself gasp a little at the memory, rubbing her thighs together subconsciously at the smoldering images in her mind. It was ten days of pure bliss. For ten days, the dog-nin showed her just how much pleasure a man’s body could deliver to a woman. It wasn’t exactly a nonstop thing, for they certainly had other needs as well, like sleep, food and showers, but it was damn close to being so because the dog-nin, with his insatiable sexual appetite, was adamant in proving to his lover that even these activities were not barriers to their marathon. The showers they took when they started become all sticky from their incessant activities were certainly easy enough for Kiba to convert into wet and wild sessions, but what floored her was how the hunky ninja handled the meals. She chuckled softly as she recalled how Kiba, seated on a dining room chair, put on his best “come hither” look, patting a muscular thigh, his thick, thirteen-inch pillar of flesh sticking out proudly into the air, enticing her to eat her sushi using his lap as her seat and using other parts of him for… other things. ‘Look who’s laughing!’ Inner Sakura snorted, ‘You gave in every single time!’ The pink-haired medical-nin blushed in concurrence.
‘Hey, who wouldn’t give in when you have handsome, well-endowed stud seated close to you in all his naked and erect glory, enticingly licking his fingers!? It’s not my fault, you know? It’s his fault for looking so damn delectable!’ she mentally countered.
It took a summon from Tsunade to eventually break up the two shinobi on the tenth day. Even until now, the pink-haired medical-nin could not look at her blonde mentor without fidgeting a little and flushing. She swore whenever her emerald orbs locked with the Sannin’s honey-colored ones, she could sense a bit of amusement and, dare she say, envy. Of course, the busty blonde would deny it if they chose to talk about it, but Sakura was certainly wise and considerate enough not to pursue the topic knowing her teacher’s gloomy history in that field. She was very thankful that the discomfiture had faded as the days went by, but she couldn’t help but shudder as she recalled how utterly embarrassing it was when she faced the Godaime Hokage that day.

“Ah, fuck!” shrieked Sakura as she felt Kiba’s thrusts begin to pick up speed and power. The dog-nin’s broad back lay on his plush leather sofa, his lower body off the edge of the cushion and supported by his toned legs as he continued to rapidly move his hips up and down to the ancient rhythm of desire. He allowed his eyes to roam over his pink-haired lover’s sweat-soaked form, from her damp, rose-colored locks to her pleasure-etched face, down to her bouncing breasts and trim waist, silently marveling at how she was truly an exceptional woman in more ways than one. He groaned deeply, as he felt her hot and wet walls quiver a little around his pounding unit, warning him of her approaching peak. “Kami, I’m nearly, ah, there, Kiba,” moaned the pinkette, confirming his thoughts. “Just a, oh, little, uh, more, Kiba!” she pleaded in between gasps of delight.
Trusting the strength of her arms, which were stretched behind her and grasping his knees, he allowed a stabilizing hand to leave her waist and stroke her side, going higher and higher still until it reached one of her supple breasts. She gasped, arching her back in a subconscious effort to push her breast harder onto his hand, shuddering as his fingers traced the underside before palming the generous orb and playing with the hardened nub with his fingertips.
“Ah, yes!” she exclaimed, obviously pleased with his ministrations as he continued to mercilessly impale her with his thick, thirteen-inch pillar of solid flesh. ‘So thick! So fucking big!’ she mentally cried, ‘Oh, kami, he feels so good!’ Her mind went blank when she felt the dog-nin’s other hand rub her clit in slow circles, contrasting delightfully with his rapid thrusts. She was aware that she had screamed in ecstasy, but she didn’t quite catch what word it was—his name, perhaps? Hell, she wasn’t even sure it was even a word! However, her mind did not care to ponder on it as she felt another impending orgasm from all the heavenly friction. She could feel the floodgates within her barely able to hold back the immense amount of pleasure just waiting to course through her whole body. “Ah, Kiba! I need… I need…” she muttered, too lost in the fog of desire to continue speaking. The panting Inuzuka smirked knowingly. Without warning, he let his back slip from the sofa, making his firm behind meet the floor hard and driving his massive rod of flesh impossibly deep within his pink-haired lover.
Sakura felt him go even deeper, and promptly screeched. It felt so surreal, as if he had just pierced her entire being. Her body pitched forward and she held Kiba in a bone-crushing embrace just as her orgasm crashed upon her. Her world exploded into a million colors as her walls convulsed around the brown-haired jōnin’s manhood, each contraction accompanied by a wave of bliss that coursed not only at the point of most intimate contact, but also through every fiber of her being.
“Oh kami, Sakura!” hissed the dog-nin through gritted teeth as the pinkette’s peak drew forth his own. He held her tightly as he felt pulse after pulse of maddening bliss erupt from his loins. Sakura felt his huge erection throb within her and felt his hot, thick semen spurt from the tip of his cock, each blast hitting her depths forcefully, the sensation serving to prolong her own orgasm. Aside from the strength of his ejaculations, she was also reminded of how copiously he does so as their combined juices began to overflow from her tunnel, soaking the Inuzuka’s hips. Kiba did not seem to mind, though, and continued to hold her lovingly as they rode the last waves of ecstasy together. He nuzzled against the crook of her neck, mumbling sweet nothings to the pinkette while tracing circles on her slick back.
How the man could be so brusque yet so delightfully sweet and gentle had always fascinated Sakura. That he was so manly yet didn’t bother to hide his soft side only served to make him all the more attractive to the kunoichi. Hell, every woman would want someone like him: so strong yet sensitive at the same time. ‘They’d better be ready to face a boulder-smashing punch if they try to pull the moves on him, though,’ added the kunoichi’s inner self.
As the pair continued to bask in the aftermath of their latest joining, Sakura’s mind began to wander to other things. ‘Kami, does he have some kind of cum factory in his groin!?’ thought the medical-nin in disbelief, ‘I know that it’s part of his clan’s kekkei-genkai-like abilities, but this is just crazy! He consistently cums at least a cup, maybe two, each and every time, and he’s orgasmed around a hundred times already! Kami, I’m starting to worry that I’ll get pregnant even with the contraceptive seal on.’
Inner Sakura’s brow rose. ‘What’s so bad about that? Isn’t he supposedly for keeps?’
Before Sakura could retaliate, she felt something move, and kami, what a delicious movement it was! Eyes closed, she gasped as Kiba began to move his still-hard organ within her ever so slightly, ever so slowly. Small obscene noises came from their point of union, owing to the copious amount of fluids there, but it did not seem to impede the chiseled man underneath her. She let go of the embrace and looked at his handsome face, viridian orbs meeting intense black ones. “Again?” she was almost tempted to ask, but she knew the answer already, so she decided to just savor what his efforts brought her.
She was quite thankful that she was a medical-nin, else she would’ve been so sore right now from all the wonderful abuse her love tunnel had so far received from the well-endowed dog-nin. She actually expected the dog-nin’s manhood to require a few treatments as well because of the sheer amount of “exercise” it had been through for the past ten days, but to her surprise, it didn’t. The skin, which she expected to have darkened with post-inflammatory hyperpigmentation, remained supple and of the same tone as the rest of him. She had actually wondered before, with much giggling and blushing, if he regularly sunbathes naked to attain that perfectly even tan of his. ‘If he does, I certainly wouldn’t mind joining him. I’m sure we could think of something to kill time,’ she thought naughtily. She had also scanned the, er, meat for signs of damage secondary to hypoxia or trauma, but there seemed to be none.
Sakura snapped back from her musings when her mind registered that the hunky Inuzuka, much to her silent dismay, had stopped moving. She looked at him questioningly and found his black eyes focused elsewhere. She followed his gaze and found it nailed to a window that was slightly ajar. She observed for a while but found nothing out of the ordinary. She was about to ask him when a small, faint sound entered her field of hearing. The pinkette closed her eyes in concentration. Her senses were nowhere near Kiba’s level, so she needed to focus to sense these things. ‘It sounds like… buzzing,’ she mentally decided. Noting that the sound was becoming louder, she opened her eyes and found a small, black insect making its way past the gap.
“Is that—” Sakura began.
“A destruction beetle,” the dog-nin told her, confirming her suspicions. He raised a muscular arm, beckoning the insect to land at the back of his hand. It did so briskly and without hesitation. Kiba brought the insect closer to his face and watched as the beetle relayed its master’s message using an array of short and long buzzes and wing flaps. After a while, a deep rumble erupted from Kiba’s chest. The medical-nin’s head tilted at the dog-nin’s display of mirth, wondering what the message was.
“Well, first of all, I’d like to say I’m impressed that you got something from that,” she told Kiba, “It was all gibberish to me.”
“C’mon babe, the guy’s been my teammate and best buddy for nearly a decade. It’s only natural for me to have mastered this stuff.” Sakura merely nodded in understanding.
“What’s the message, then?” the pinkette inquired, “Why’d you laugh?”
“Well, Tsunade-sama asked for you. She’s at the hospital right now—the director’s office, to be exact. The Hokage Tower’s currently being renovated so she had to relocate,” the sexy jōnin relayed with a smirk, “She wants you to meet her ASAP.”
“Oh sh—” she began, standing abruptly on reflex. Kiba groaned as his massive hardness swiftly slipped out from Sakura’s hot and moist cavern, the sensation sending jolts of pleasure across his chiseled form. The kunoichi, on the other hand, had a less graceful reaction. Upon feeling the dog-nin’s thick, thirteen-inch rod slide out so wonderfully from her core, her knees promptly gave out and her toned bottom met the marble floor with a smack. She looked dazed for a few moments, her mind assessing what had occurred. She gazed sheepishly at the handsome jōnin not far from her and reddened in embarrassment at her current state. She took a few ragged breaths to relax and flush out the tingling sensation her actions beforehand had caused before attempting once more to stand up. She was successful this time, albeit a bit wobbly. She walked towards his bathroom, passing through the bedroom, her legs becoming more coordinated as she walked on. She was already jogging by the time she passed the threshold. Within a few moments, the dog-nin heard the tell-tale sound of running water.
“Would you like me to join you?” shouted the still-seated Inuzuka so as to be heard over the noise.
“Kiba, if I let you join me, it’ll be at least another hour before I get out of this room,” rang Sakura’s voice, “I have to hurry. She might be pissed already.”
“Okay, then. Your loss.”
“Oh, stop being such a tease!” shouted Sakura as she applied some shampoo on her rosy locks. The dog-nin snickered.
“What do you think she wants?” the brown-haired jōnin asked.
“Oh, I don’t know. I suppose there could be a lot of things since I’ve been absent from work for more than a week!” the pinkette replied, sarcasm dripping from every word.
“Hey, why are you being like that?” said Kiba, sporting a pout, apparently missing the fact that his lover could not see his face, “It’s your fault for not having contacted her. You’ve been here for ten days and you’ve had every opportunity to send her a mes—”
“What do you mean ‘every opportunity?’ Don’t you know that our nonstop activities kept my mind swimming in a haze so that it was filled by thoughts only of you, your chiseled body and your massive co—” the kunoichi stopped, inwardly thankful that the dog-nin could not see the brilliant shade of red her face had right now. Kami, the Inuzuka could certainly use some lessons on humility, and what she said wasn’t exactly helpful in that aspect. She went back to scrubbing her arms, a thick lather forming courtesy of Kiba’s mildly-scented liquid soap.
Much to the medical-nin’s surprise, the brown-haired jōnin remained silent. She paused. ‘Hmm, interesting,’ noted Inner Sakura, ‘I expected him to brag about what a superb fuck he is, but he didn’t. Now that I think about it, I’ve never heard him brag about his skills in bed, just about his skills as a shinobi. He has more manners than what I expected. Yet another preconceived notion about him has been shattered, eh?’ The kunoichi nodded slightly in assent as she proceeded to rinse of the suds from her hair and body. Once she was certain that all traces of shampoo or soap had been washed off, she grabbed a clean towel and quickly dried herself. She marched out of the shower and into Kiba’s bedroom.
“Hey, Kiba, I’ll just borrow some stuff here, okay?” said the pink-haired kunoichi as she approached her lover’s wardrobe. The addressed merely grunted in reply. He knew very well that the only clothes that Sakura was able to bring were currently still in his hamper. They had never gotten around to washing them since they had been incredibly… busy; apparently too busy even for the simple task of dumping some water, cleaning powder, dirty clothes and pressing a few buttons on his washing machine.
Sakura rummaged around grabbed a shirt that looked like it would fit her. It was a bit faded from use, but she really didn’t look at the design. ‘Thank kami he has a lot of muscle shirts, else I’d be walking around in a top that goes all the way to the middle of my thighs or even lower, ’ thought the kunoichi. She also grabbed a pair of old cycling shorts. She opened the drawers one by one, looking for the one that contained his underwear. She browsed his collection, fidgeting a little in discomfort as she looked for a pair that would fit her narrower waist. Her face heated up when she found a bunch of erotic underwear, including tiny mesh briefs and a leather jockstrap with a metal ring where, she surmised, Kiba would put his… assets through. She quickly shoved them aside and just grabbed a random pair of boxers. She fumbled a little and speedily closed the drawer.
‘Kami, you’ve seen the guy in all his naked glory and you get flustered upon seeing his underwear?’ snorted her inner self.
‘Hey, I wouldn’t have reacted like that if they were ordinary white briefs, you know?’ the medical-nin defended herself.
‘Indeed,’ replied her inner voice with a naughty grin, ‘Maybe you should ask him to pole dance for you one of these days wearing one of those things.’ Sakura felt her temperature rise a few notches as kinky images of the tall, hunky dog-nin wearing a hip-hugging mesh thong and rubbing his straining manhood against a metal pole entered her mind. She took a few calming breaths to set aside the scorching hot images as she hurriedly dressed up. The clothes, which were clearly old ones he had outgrown, were still too loose for her slender frame. She silently cursed for not having washed her own garments which lay forgotten in Kiba’s pile of dirty clothes. ‘Hey, don’t blame yourself,’ Inner Sakura told her, ‘As with you not being able to contact Tsunade-shishō, it’s Kiba’s fault for being so damn good at fucking that he, quite literally, blew your mind.’ Sakura mentally hissed at her inner self for being so blunt and was rewarded with a roll of imaginary eyes.
She shook her head a little and looked at the wall clock. “Just three minutes?” she muttered to herself, noting how much time had elapsed since Kiba relayed Tsunade’s summon, “That’s a new record for me.”
‘Yeah, yeah, just get a move on already,’ nagged Inner Sakura, ‘You can’t exactly celebrate your inane record if our exquisitely volatile hokage pummels you to the ground for missing ten days of work without any notice.’ Shuddering a little as she pictured the Sannin chasing her around Konoha with chakra scalpels, Sakura dashed to the living room and straight to the door. Upon reaching the spot, she realized that her sandals weren’t near the threshold as she had expected. She cursed and went down on her knees, searching like a mad woman for the black articles.
“They’re by the bedroom door,” said Kiba, who had not moved from his seated position on the floor, his broad back still braced against the edge of the leather sofa.
The pink-haired kunoichi muttered her thanks, dashed back to the bedroom and looked around. ‘Ah, there they are!’ she thought triumphantly. As she grabbed the troublesome footwear, her eyes continued to roam across the expanse of the room and realized just how messy Kiba’s home had become because of their incessant lovemaking. She cringed as she noted his tarnished sheets and the remnants of Kiba’s cum left on the floor near the mirror, on his table, and… well, everywhere! ‘Again, not your fault,’ butt in Inner Sakura, ‘He always cums so much so it’s inevitable that there’ll be lots of stains wherever the two of you do it.’
‘Still…’ the kunoichi trailed. Her inner self’s words did nothing to halt a wave of guilt that swept against her form. She felt ashamed to just leave the dog-nin like this when the current state of his dwelling was also partly her fault—she was his partner when he did all of his… littering, after all. Sure, the ceiling and walls would’ve been drenched in his semen if he had decided to go solo and just masturbate nonstop during those ten days when one considers how high the hunky ninja’s seed flies, but that was beside the point. She felt herself shudder a little as she vividly recalled his incredible twenty-foot cumshot in the woods—the event that started everything. ‘Well, that and the hour-long jerk off session before it,’ added her drooling inner self. She took several shaky breaths to calm her frazzled nerves. ‘Focus, girl! Focus!’ she mentally berated herself. She walked back to the spacious living room.
She gave the brown-haired shinobi a rueful look. “You know, I think I can spare some time and help you cl—”
“Don’t worry about me. Just go and meet up with Tsunade-sama,” Kiba interrupted. “I’ll take care of things here. I can smell every stain I made, so I won’t be missing anything,” he added with a small smile while gently touching his nose for reference.
She made her way to his seated form and kissed him on the cheek, her tender lips lightly brushing one of his red tattoos. “Okay, then. I’m off.” She went to the door and opened it.
“Take care, okay? I’ll catch up with you later,” said the dog-nin.
She looked back and felt her breath promptly get caught in her throat. She had seen him, all of him, so many times already, yet the sight of him has never ceased to conjure awe from the pink-haired shinobi. His eyes were closed and his head was tilted back and resting upon the edge of the cushion so Sakura was free to ogle as much as she wanted without inciting any snide remarks from the object of ogling. She whimpered slightly as she took in every detail of Kiba’s god-like body—the body that brought her to over half a thousand orgasms in a span of a few days. The light film of sweat on his perfectly tanned skin made every detail of his magnificent form much more prominent. She licked her lips subconsciously as her eyes traveled from his thick neck down to his broad shoulders, sculpted chest and washboard abdomen. She looked at his muscular arms and the prominent veins running along them as well as his powerful thighs and legs. Her pupils dilated as she took in the image of the thick, thirteen-inch rod of man-meat between his legs, which was, unsurprisingly, still rock hard. Her nether walls quivered as she eyed the organ that brought her from one peak to the next over and over again these past ten days. It glistened marvelously from the thin coating of their combined fluids, every appetizing vein standing out even more. It pulsed delightfully to the rhythm of its owner’s heart as if teasing the kunoichi with a lustful dance that was all its own.
Sakura was tempted, so damn tempted to just forget about her mentor, rip off her clothes, which were technically his, impale herself upon that enormous column of hard flesh and ride him to another hundred orgasms, or maybe even more. It took every ounce of the pinkette’s willpower to close the door. She silently mourned as the wooden device slowly obscured her view of what she believed to be the pinnacle of masculine splendor.
The soft click that arose from the closed threshold snapped the kunoichi out of her daze. She slowly ambled away from Kiba’s apartment, the steps becoming larger and more frequent until she broke into a full sprint. She prayed to the kami that Tsunade wasn’t as mad as Sakura thought she was. As her mind contemplated on how she would approach the insanely powerful woman, the unanswered question from earlier popped unceremoniously in her head. However, for some reason unknown even to the kunoichi herself, she found herself hastily dropping the issue. She wasn’t usually this evasive, so she was aware that something was up. She pondered on it as she jumped from rooftop to rooftop, but came up with nothing. Frustrated, she just focused on the tasks at hand: first, get to the hospital as soon as possible; and second, not get strangled to death by Tsunade.

“Ah, the missing-nin returns!”
Despite the implications of the statement, Sakura actually let out a relieved sigh. For starters, there was a hint of amusement in her mentor’s voice, and that was always a good thing. Also, it was quite apparent that the blonde woman had been drinking because of the slight slurring that the pink-haired jōnin’s ear picked up. That fact was actually a double-edged sword, the pinkette noted. A drunken Tsunade was usually took matters more lightly than her sober self, but it also made her infinitely more volatile. Sakura would have to be a bit cautious until she was certain of the Sannin’s temperament. She certainly didn’t want to find herself on the receiving end of a crater-producing heel drop. “Take a seat,” said the legendary kunoichi, gesturing to one of the comfortable-looking chairs located in front of her document-laden table.
Sakura walked past the door and closed it gently before walking silently towards her mentor, her head bowed a little to show that she was remorseful of her actions. It wasn’t just for show, really. She was truly sorry for having been absent for more than a week. She was certain that the workload for the rest of the staff had increased since she, one of the top medical-nin, was missing in action. She had always been one of the swiftest healers and took on a significant chunk of the patients. She could imagine that things became quite hectic in her absence.
Much to the pink-haired medical-nin’s dread, the hokage remained silent. She squirmed uncomfortably in her seat as she felt the powerful woman’s gaze resting on her rather sorry-looking form. She was quite aware of the hateful glances that some of the staff threw at her and she just accepted them for she knew her fault. She could deal with them quite easily, but an angry Sannin was an entirely different matter altogether. Unable to take the silence any longer, the kunoichi braved a peek at her mentor. She prayed to the kami that the woman was only silent because she was reading some important document. Sakura very slowly lifted her head, brushing her damp pink bangs out of the way to have a clearer view. Her gaze flicked upward and emerald irises met honey colored ones ever so briefly before she shifted her gaze back down.
‘Fuck!’
The Godaime Hokage was indeed looking at her with a serious expression on her face.
‘What should I do? Should I run? Prostrate myself in front of her? Pretend to faint?’ She continued to enumerate choices in her mind. As she rambled on, she realized something: the hokage wasn’t exactly looking at her face but some other part of her body. Recalling where the blonde’s gaze was situated, Sakura looked down… and reddened significantly. She hastily crossed her legs and placed her hands on her lap demurely.
The crotch area of the tights was very wet.
Her mind raced on how her nether region could be so wet. Her mind backtracked to the most recent things first. ‘Maybe I got wet when I, er, appreciated Kiba’s stunning form,’ she thought. However, she was quite aware that it wouldn’t be enough to soak both the boxers and the tights. Then she recalled how she had showered so quickly that she wasn’t able to clean up every nook and cranny of her body. ‘Could it be…’ she trailed. Tsunade’s booming laughter confirmed her own suspicions. Sakura shrank into her seat.
‘It’s Kiba’s, er, manly essence that’s leaking from your love tunnel, sweetie,’ mumbled her inner self. Somehow, being in the presence of the hokage had always caused the pink-haired jōnin’s inner voice to be more choosy with her words and act with more decorum. Exactly why, she didn’t know. It wasn’t like Tsunade could reach inside Sakura’s mind and pummel the obnoxious entity. The pinkette never really bothered to find out. Why question something so infinitely beneficial, after all? She just let it be.
Meanwhile, said obnoxious entity’s outer self wished she could do a doton technique right now and let the earth swallow her. Sitting there in a faded muscle shirt with damp, unruly hair and copious amounts of “manly essence,” as her inner self so eloquently put it, oozing out of her slightly-sore core wasn’t exactly how she pictured presenting herself to the leader of one of the five great nations. If Hyūga Hiashi had been here, a sea of snide comments would’ve poured from his mouth by this time. Of course, in actuality, the man would think twice about saying anything. He certainly wouldn’t want to be pitted against Sakura’s fiercely overprotective, not to mention insanely powerful, blond teammate just because of an “Oh my, that looks lovely! Did you borrow it from the garbage collector?” or something to that effect. He may be old, but he wasn’t quite ready to meet his twin brother again just yet.
The blonde woman’s laughter, by now, had been reduced to sniggers. “I suppose I should cross the ‘cums in gallons’ entry off the ‘Rumors’ section and place it under ‘Truths,’ then?” she said. The statement only caused the younger kunoichi to blush even deeper. “So…” Tsunade continued, “ten days, huh? I bet it was nearly nonstop, too. Ah, those Inuzuka men and their eternal, not to mention massive, hard-ons...”
Sakura’s head snapped up, her wide eyes focused on the beautiful mentor. How did she become privy to such information!? Was it possible that—
As if reading her mind, the hokage addressed her with a scowl. “No, I didn’t ‘get it on’ with an Inuzuka, if that’s what’s prancing around in that dirty mind of yours, dearest pupil. Look up a journal article in the medical archives entitled ‘Diminished Post-Ejaculatory Prolactin Surge among Inuzuka Males.’ You’ll see my name as one of the researchers.” Sakura smiled sheepishly at her mentor, mumbling an apology for thinking about the older woman along such lines. “Hmm,” said the blonde, rubbing her chin with graceful fingers, “now that I think about it, I kind of regret not having gotten laid with an Inuzuka. I would’ve wanted to experience those legendary anatomical attributes and skills myself.”
The younger medical-nin threw Tsunade an “Okay, that’s just gross, shishō” look. The blonde woman cleared her throat, chuckling a little and blushing, apparently just realizing that her last statement had contained more information than necessary. The sake had loosened her tongue, it seemed. She leaned forward and wove her fingers together in an attempt to look more… hokage-like. “Right, on to more serious matters, then,” she stated.
Sakura gulped. “Here it comes,” she muttered under her breath.
“How many?”
“Excuse me!?” the pink-haired medical-nin cried, her eyebrows shooting up into her hairline. Surely the older woman wasn’t referring to that. Was she trapped in a genjutsu or something?
“What? This is your first serious relationship, at least the first one that I know of,” the blonde spluttered, “I’m just trying to make sure that he’s satisfying you!”
Inner Sakura snorted. ‘Right… and Uchiha Madara’s favorite summon is a purple hippopotamus with pink wings that shoots heart-shaped beams from its nostrils,’ she drawled.
Tsunade frowned upon seeing the look on the younger kunoichi’s face. “Hey, I’m telling you the truth. The only data I know is that his penis is thirteen inches long and nine and three quarters inches in girth and that he has no post-ejaculatory prolactin surge at all, which entails a near-perpetual erection and an insatiable sexual appetite. However, all that hard meat amounts to nothing if the guy doesn’t know how to use it!”
‘Hmm, good point, but believe me, Tsunade-shishō, you have nothing to worry about. Kiba definitely knows how to use his assets,’ gushed the pinkette’s inner self while sporting a profuse nosebleed.
Sakura lightly shook her head at her inner self’s antics. She wondered briefly just how the busty blonde came to know of her lover’s… dimensions. ‘Ino must’ve babbled to Tsunade-shishō about that conversation we had in the medical-nin station,’ the pinkette thought. ‘Sheesh, and I told her to talk about it to anyone. I suppose she’s also the one who told Tsunade-shishō that I’d probably be at Kiba’s place and…’ Sakura trailed as she became vaguely aware that the Godaime Hokage was looking expectantly at her. After a short pause, she realized why the woman was looking at her like that. ‘Kami, don’t tell me she’s expecting me to answer that question she asked earlier!’ she mentally exclaimed.
“Oh yes, I am waiting for an answer,” Tsunade said, smirking. Did the Sannin know a mind-reading jutsu or was she just so damn easy to read?
Sakura found herself focusing on the floor once more. She must look like a tomato by now, she surmised. ‘Talking to the hokage about my sex life… Kami, this must be the most embarrassing thing I’ve ever experienced in my life!’ the kunoichi thought.
“Well…” she began after a long pause.
“Hmm?” Tsunade leaned forward.
“I didn’t exactly count my… you know, so…” Sakura continued growing even redder by the second, “He made me, uh, reach my peak around four times an hour and we went around fifteen or sixteen hours per day for ten days, so that’s…”
Tsunade let out a low whistle. “Over six hundred orgasms…” she said, clearly impressed with the young Inuzuka’s prowess. “So I suppose every second of your absence was damn worth it, huh?” the blonde said to the fidgeting kunoichi seated across the table.
There it was. The perfect segue the senior kunoichi was looking for.
The pink-haired jōnin was a bit conflicted on how she should respond. The tone Tsunade’s voice indicated that the Sannin’s statement was intended to tease. However, the query was a loaded one. Was she hinting that Sakura felt no compunction over her prolonged absence?
Just before the pink-haired medical could begin to speak, her mentor raised a hand. “Sakura, you have a lot of responsibilities as a kunoichi of this village,” stated the Godaime Hokage, her voice serious for once, “People expect much from you, as you are my apprentice. I’m sure you know that the workload in the hospital is proportional to the skill of the staff member and as such, a good chunk of the patients receive care from you. Given the administrative duties Shizune and I have, we are exceptions to this rule, and so the only other person whose patient load can be compared to yours is Kabuto. Thus, you can’t suddenly disappear when many people, patients and other medical-nin alike, depend on you, at least not without informing me or Shizune beforehand so that we can make the proper adjustments. As your hokage, I am greatly disappointed in you for not thoroughly considering the effects of your actions.” Sakura shrank into her seat and sighed.
“However,” said the blonde woman, a smile gracing her face and her voice becoming warmer, “before you are a kunoichi, you are a lady. As someone who has watched you grow through the years into a lovely and capable woman, it delights me to learn that you have… What was your best friend’s term for it? Ah, yes. I am very happy to learn that you have been ‘getting some.’” Sakura made a mental note to pummel Ino later. “Anyway,” Tsunade continued, standing up and gazing out the window, her back towards the pink-haired jōnin, “I’m sure you know my belief that medical-nin should grow holistically, not just inside the hospital’s walls. Because of the hospital’s system on dividing the workload, your personal life has greatly suffered. I’ve been informed that other than the rare one-night stands, you’ve never had any sort of intimate relationship with men; not even a single boyfriend, I heard.”
Tsunade turned around, a questioning look on her face. Sakura nodded meekly. The blonde sighed and shook her head before gazing out the window once more. “Anyway, you’ve gotten yourself quite a catch, Sakura. I’m thinking that your feelings for the Inuzuka are more than just lust or physical attraction. No matter how good in bed or well-endowed a man is, I’m quite certain a woman wouldn’t stay and have nonstop sex with him for ten days, practically forgetting everything else including her duties, if she didn’t have deeper emotions for him. I’m sure it’s the same for him.”
“Actually, he… he told me that he loves me,” Sakura told her mentor, her insides doing handsprings, aerial walkovers and layouts as she recalled how Kiba said those three words to her over and over again.
“Oh?” said the blonde, looking over her shoulder to see the pink-haired jōnin who was barely able to contain a girly squeal that struggled to escape from her lips. ‘Ah, young love,’ thought the Sannin with a small smile. The smile wavered a little as the blonde thought of her own love life, or lack thereof. She pushed aside the small ache in her heart and resumed the silent celebration for her apprentice’s newfound “interest.”
“Anyway, take the rest of the day off. You and I both know that your ten-day absence doesn’t even come close to covering all the overtime you’ve spent in the hospital. I’ll be expecting you tomorrow in a much more decent outfit,” the blonde told her apprentice as she took her seat once more. “Also, without some other person’s… secretions flowing out of you, if possible,” the blonde finished with a lecherous smirk.
“Yes, Tsunade-shishō,” answered the addressed, flushing a little at the last statement. “Um, that’s it?” she asked, expecting the older woman to say something more.
A blonde brow rose elegantly. Tsunade tore her gaze from the document that she had begun to read. “Why? Do you want me to punish you?”
“O-oh no!” the pinkette said quickly, “Thank you for being so understanding of my, uh, situation, shishō.”
“Ah, just get out of here already. I’m sure you’ve got plenty of activities planned for tonight.”
Sakura needn’t be told twice. That last statement reminded her that she had just spoken to the woman about her sex life with more detail than what she had wanted—how she had basically been absent for ten days because she was being thoroughly pleasured by her well-endowed and skilful lover. She had even told the slug-nin how many orgasms she had! She rose swiftly from her seat and headed for the door. She was about to twist open the knob when the blonde called out to her.
“Oh, and before I forget…” Tsunade’s voice rang from behind the pinkette. She turned around and received a faceful of green cloth.
‘Kami, Tsunade-shishō should really cut down on the sake. She can’t control her strength as much as she could sober. She practically fractured my nasal bone just with a ball of cloth!’ mused the younger medical-nin as she wove her chakra into her aching nose. She looked down at the article and realized that it was the woman’s green coat.
“I’m sure you don’t want to walk around with a soaked crotch, Sakura, so wrap it around your waist. Just return it tomorrow, got it?” said the legendary kunoichi, not looking up from the document she was reading. “Ah, and one last thing, don’t forget to thank Kabuto if you run into him. He volunteered to shoulder most of your work while Shizune and I balanced the load for the other medical-nin. Shizune became so grouchy during that time. Apparently, Kabuto became absolutely drained every single day so he and Shizune weren’t able to do… other things.”
‘Ah, so those two are an item,’ giggled Inner Sakura, ‘Good for Shizune-san! She finally got herself a man, and a positively drool-worthy one at that! You gotta hand it to Ino. The rumors she heard were right on.’
“I will, Tsunade-shishō. Thanks again.” Sakura tied the coat around her waist just as her senior instructed. She bowed respectfully at the village leader before turning around and opening the door.
Before she was completely past the threshold, she heard Tsunade mutter something. “I can’t believe that ‘Sakura’ and ‘horny’ or ‘sex-crazed’ would ever be part of a logical sentence! I have to hand it to the Inuzuka… Ten days!? Kami! And I thought the days I had with—” Sakura closed the door before she could hear any more. Hearing about Tsunade’s sex life was just… The pinkette shuddered a little. Sure, she could bear to talk about the general ideas, like the issue about getting laid with an Inuzuka earlier, but hearing actual details was just plain awkward. Sakura was apparently too caught up with her thoughts that she failed to notice the purple-clad figure leaning on the wall near the door to Tsunade’s office.
“Hey, Forehead,” greeted the figure.
Sakura’s head whipped towards the voice. “Ino!” she screamed.
“Hey! No screaming in the hallways! This is a hospital, for goodness’s sake!” came Tsunade’s voice from the other side of the door.
“Sorry, Tsunade-sama!” yelled Ino.
“I just told you not to— Ah, just beat it!” replied the hokage from within her office.
The two kunoichi giggled and began to walk along the corridor. The director’s office was at the top floor, so the two were headed for the stairs.
“So… ten days, huh?” Ino teased.
The pinkette made a whining sound. “Geez, Ino. Not even a ‘How are you?’ first?”
“You look fine, so there’s no need to ask,” Ino countered impatiently, “Now, cough up the juicy details.”
“Ino, this isn’t exactly a one-night stand. This is ten days were talking about here! It’ll be a really long story if you want me to go into the details.”
“You two fucked nonstop the entire ten days you’ve been gone!?” the blonde medical-nin said in awe.
Sakura elbowed Ino hard on the ribs, earning a whimper from the blonde. “Lower your voice, will you!?” the pink-haired shinobi whispered harshly to her friend, “I’m not telling you all of this just so it’ll be broadcasted to the entire hospital!”
“Alright, alright…”
“Hey, speaking of broadcasting, you told a hell lot of details about my private life to Tsunade-shishō,” Sakura told her friend, “You even told her that I’ve never had a single boyfriend! I looked like a person with avoidant personality disorder in front the hokage!”
The blue-eyed kunoichi raised her hands in surrender. “Hey, she’s the hokage. I can’t exactly just say ‘I don’t know,’ you know? Besides, it’s like the woman can read minds. She’ll fish it out of me whether I try to hide it or not.” Sakura sighed. “Besides,” continued Ino, “it’s fun to talk about your sex life.”
“Ino!” the pink-haired kunoichi hissed.
“I know. Evil, evil little Ino…” the blonde said boredly. “Anyway, how did it go? The talk with Tsunade-sama, that is. Did she punish you?”
“Well, first of all, that has got to be the most embarrassing conversation I have ever partaken in. Geez, it was worse than the ‘birds and the bees’ talk with mom and dad! As for punishment, no, she didn’t. She actually told me take the rest of the day off. She said I’ve worked overtime for a far longer period than my absence, so it was okay. She just told me to come back tomorrow.”
“Hey, no fair,” Ino said with a pout, “She made me work overtime to make up for that tardiness I had when I…” The blonde’s fair skin took on a rosy hue.
Sakura’s mind clicked in an instant. “Oh ho! You’ve done it with Shino, huh!? You owe me some details, too!” the emerald-eyed kunoichi teased. It was Ino’s turn to elbow her friend. “Anyway, it’ll be a long chat if we talk about everything,” the pinkette thought out loud, “so how about we meet at my place after you’re done with work and have one seriously long girl talk? I’m itching to get changed, anyway.” Sakura gestured at her current ensemble.
Ino snickered. “You’ve basically announced that Kiba’s off the market, huh?”
A questioning look graced Sakura’s face. “What do you mean?”
“Your shirt,” the blonde replied succinctly.
The pink-haired medical-nin looked at the grayish muscle shirt, which she surmised to be black some time ago, briefly before looking back at her best friend. “What of it?”
“You haven’t looked at the design at the back, have you?”
“I haven’t, actually. Why? What’s so special about it?” Sakura twisted the shirt around so that she could glimpse a bit of the design at the back. As far as she could tell, the design was triangular with one of the vertices pointing downwards. It was pink. However, since the shirt was faded, the original color must’ve been… red.
A short pause.
“Oh kami,” Sakura muttered.
Ino nodded to her friend, sniggering a little as she did.
The design at the back of the shirt was identical to the unmistakable red cheek tattoos of the Inuzuka clan. Why Kiba had a custom-made Inuzuka shirt and whether other clan members had their own, Sakura didn’t know, but it wasn’t her concern at the moment.
‘Well, I suppose that explains the death glares you got while making your way to Tsunade’s office,’ contributed her inner self.
“When I was running around with damp, unruly hair and looking disheveled while wearing this shirt, I was basically announcing to Konoha that I had just slept with Kiba,” stated Sakura. She buried her burning face in her hands. “Kami, I think some of them even saw the stain in my crotch, so they must’ve realized that we just— Oh, this is so embarrassing!” she exclaimed.
“What stain?” the blue-eyed kunoichi inquired. She moved closer to peek under the green coat that impeded her view but the pinkette quickly jumped away.
“Hey! Just because you’re my best friend doesn’t mean you can go around sniffing my crotch! Geez, what if someone sees us and gets the wrong idea!?”
“Okay, okay…” mumbled the blonde. The two resumed their descent in relative silence. “You know what,” said the blonde after some time, “I don’t have any more patients. I had a thousand yesterday so Shizune-senpai balanced out everything and gave me a lighter load today. Let’s go to her office downstairs and get permission so we can start that really long girl talk, pronto.” The woman could barely contain her excitement. Truth be told, Sakura was actually quite excited herself. The two quickened their pace.
Upon reaching the ground floor, the two kunoichi headed to Shizune’s office. Why the director’s office was in the top floor while the deputy director’s was in the first, Sakura could not comprehend. Surely those two hospital officers needed to discuss frequently, so why the inconvenient room placement? ‘Not only that!’ added Inner Sakura, ‘The deputy director’s office is located in the farthest room at the back of the hospital! Almost nobody goes there. Ah, I don’t get it! Why won’t Shizune-senpai just switch rooms with any of the other staff people? It’s not like they could deny her the room.’
Sakura’s pondering didn’t last long for she and her best friend found themselves in front of the raven-haired deputy director’s door within a few minutes. The pinkette raised her hand to knock but her partly-closed hand froze in mid-air as she heard something from the other side.
“Oh kami! You’re so big Kabuto! So thick and long! Please, faster! Harder! Oh yes!”
Sakura’s eyes met Ino’s. The latter’s lips were twisted into a lecherous smirk. “Ino,” whispered the pinkette with a stern tone, “I know you’ve been interested in catching a glimpse of Kabuto-kun in his birthday suit since you healed those gashes on his chest and I know you’re itching to break into this office to see him in his naked and ‘excited’ glory, but you must remember that Shizune-senpai is also in there.”
The blonde huffed, knowing there was no way she would win the argument. As they were discussing, the two were subconsciously getting redder by the moment as Shizune’s mewls floated from inside the office along with the occasional moans and grunts from the platinum-haired medical-nin who was with her. Not knowing what else to do, Sakura cleared her throat and spoke. “Um, Shizune-senpai…”
The two heard something crash on the other side. ‘Maybe it’s her first aid kit or something,’ offered Sakura’s inner self. They also heard some cursing and shuffling for clothes. It was almost comical, Sakura thought. ‘It is, actually,’ said Inner Sakura matter-of-factly.
“Shizune-senpai,” said Ino, “this’ll only take a minute. I don’t have any patients left for the day and I’m not scheduled to be in the emergency department either. Can I take the rest of the day off?”
The rustling ceased for a moment. “Oh, is that all?” replied the dark-haired medical-nin from inside her office. “Go ahead, Ino.”
“Thanks, senpai.”
“Oh, and before I forget,” piped in the pinkette, “If you happen to run into Kabuto-kun, please offer him my thanks for taking over most of my patients while I was gone. Well, we’re going, senpai. Do continue what you were doing before we interrupted. We can tell that you were really enjoying it and would like to continue as soon as possible since you let Ino off without much discussion.”
“Don’t mention it,” came a male voice from the other side.
The sound of a slap was heard. “Hey,” hissed Shizune.
“What? It’s obvious from her tone that she already knows so what’s the use of hiding it? And that blow actually stung a little, you know?”
“Still—”
“Anyway,” Sakura interrupted, “we’re off, you two. I’ll be seeing you tomorrow. Bye.” Small sounds of approval were heard. The pinkette grabbed her friend by the sleeve and pulled her away from the door. “Come on,” she told the blonde.
“But Sakura…” whined the addressed, clearly interested in hearing more of the “action” from the other side. The pinkette’s grip was unyielding, however; her stare adamant. “Oh alright!” said the purple-clad kunoichi, “This talk better be off the charts, girl, or I’ll nag you about this ‘til your hair turns white, got it?”
The pinkette rolled her eyes. “Of course it’ll be, Ino-pig,” she scoffed as she dragged the blonde towards the nearest exit.

Author's Notes: There you have it. As with my previous pieces, the next chapters will be posted every three days or so. 'til next time!
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