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The Rift between Akimichi and Yamanaka	By : c0p13r Category: Naruto > General Views: 845 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-The Taming of Yamanaka Ino
- 2-The Breaking of Akimichi Karui
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            There had been discrepancies before between the two of them. Ino had always been the alpha of their formation, even when Temari was introduced as Shikamaru’s spouse. Temari was placid and had shown respect for the ties between them. But Choji’s brash choice of woman had rippled the waters. “They don’t need to train. My Chocho isn’t suited to rely on others on a team. She carries the strength and pride of Kumogakure!”
            And Ino would contest that she belonged to Konoha, and Konoha was based on unity and teamwork. She wasn’t very affable in her explanation, however, though Sai hoped to calm her. Somewhat. “You can go back to Kumo,” snarled Ino, raising her fist at Karui, “and your daughter can stay here and learn the Ino-Shika-Cho Formation!”
            The quarrel had nearly gotten physical until Choji intercepted both women with enlarged hands. Karui swung her fists and kicked her feet outside the fist, telling her husband to let her settle this like a kunoichi of Kumo. “How dare you!” Ino roared at Choji’s manhandling. Sai fumbled awkwardly at the side, asking her to calm down, fiddling his fingers, wondering how to address the situation to defend his wife’s honor even though she was in the wrong.
            “P-Perhaps we ought to let the Hokage settle this,” Sai told Choji.
            Choji agreed.
            And that was how Ino wound up in Naruto’s office. Disciplinary action was necessary, according to Shikamaru, who had seen the worst of Ino and knew that it could not go unaddressed. So be it, agreed Naruto, who then sent Shikamaru out.
            Ino folded her arms in rebellion to Naruto of all people disciplining her. Like she was in the wrong, when it was the foreigner who was upsetting the ways of Konoha.
            But Konoha was about extending the hand of friendship to all nations. He and Sasuke hadn’t risked their lives and fought to the brink of their capabilities to argue over the next generation.
            Ino needn’t hear this, pointing out that she’d heard the King analogy from Asuma-sensei – secondhand from Shikamaru.
            “Hmph. You need to be taught a lesson.”
            “By you?” Ino asked mockingly.
            Naruto nodded, pushed himself away from the desk, but remained seated. He motioned her over. “Come here.”
            She scoffed, stayed in place. Just what was he going to say to her over there that he couldn’t from where she stood now? Was he going to make her look at his monument on the cliff’s overlooking the village? Proverbs didn’t suit him, she wanted to laugh at him. But after a moment of his patient waiting, she decided to humor him, walking over and muttering how he’d better give Karui a similar speech.
            “She’ll be dealt with,” Naruto promised, and then latched a hand around her wrist and pulled her down over his lap. She exclaimed, her feet reflexively pulling up behind her as she hung over Naruto’s legs. Just what was the big idea?! Did he think he could treat her like this?!
            Smack!!
            “Uhn!” Ino’s body gave a jolt when the hand cracked across her rump. And not some wimpy slap either; it came with a flick of the wrist; a talented, practiced motion to deliver full impact with the follow through. “What was that?” she stammered, looking fearfully back at him.
            He looked upset, scowling at her skirts. “They’re in the way, tebayo,” he muttered out loud, and then removed the obstacle immediately.
            What was he doing?! Ino floundered anew now that her bottoms had gone except for her erotic underwear; panties of lace and silk, steeped into the crevices of her lower parts, hugging the curves and displaying wonderfully her figure.
            He stared. And then he grabbed. One cheek pawed by his bandaged hand, and then the other; similar treatment – though she objected, mostly verbally with a few tosses and turns to escape his lap – until his invasive thumb pulled both the panties and cheek to one side so that he may observe underneath the bashful entry between cheeks and her closed sex.
            “Naruto!” she shouted at him, flinging a hand back to preserve her modesty for her husband. “Let me go now!”
            He didn’t. He reaffirmed his possession of her, in fact, now latching a hand underneath her to grope her bosoms. Big, plump, fleshy globes; but he knew how to handle such magnificent things, harnessing the protrusions of her nipples with his pinching finger and thumb until she gave a yip of weakened pain.
            Not enough yet. He spanked her butt again, directly, no longer cushioned by her dress. Palm on flesh that bounced and blushed when it left her. Again, and she gave a loud “Ow!” Her hands curled; he felt them clutch at his leg positioned right below her breasts. He switched to the unoffended cheek and clapped resoundingly, leaving his hand against the mound and molesting it thoroughly, shifting it and destabilizing the position of her panties.
            Her hands were ineffective to stop him, clasping at his wrist but doing no more than that; one stayed beneath her, still holding onto his pants. Naruto was doing this. The klutz of the classroom, the No. 1 rookie ninja most likely to fail. Hokage now, and fondling both her breasts and her ass. And he kept groping nearer to her center. “Stop it,” she hissed, forcing her thighs together. It only seemed to draw him in. He caressed her instead, where the ass met the back of her thighs, tucking tight into that crease to massage the side of his fingers against her folds to find a growing warmth. He fussed them more directly, caressing her very mound and dabbing her anus with his thumb. Ino condemned the action, though there was no hiding the quaver of her voice as he honed in on her little nub.
            Bare flesh, waxed and plucked to supreme smoothness, to glide across when he baited her womanhood to salivate. He alternated his attention between the apex and the entrance until she was slick enough that a finger could slip inside. One finger only, delving slowly in, her butt lifting in command of his intrusion, a deep lowing echoing from her throat.
            Naruto smirked and told her: “Tight.” An accusation, a correct assumption; Ino swore softly at him, still wringing her hand at his wrist and failing to deter him. He closed his hand behind the embedded digit and began to probe with more enthusiasm, twisting his finger and curling it against her ridges. She cursed again, at herself, sweat beading across her forehead, matting tresses of her hair. Her feet gone to the floor, stretching out behind her, trying to find some stability as she was violated by the Hokage. She sunk her teeth into her bottom lip, muffling as best as she could the noises of pleasure caused by the finger squelching within her.
            But it was unfulfilling, and she felt Naruto knew that. There was room inside her for at least another finger, yet he stuck to one, and after fully exploring her, testing all the spots that made her hop in his lap and respond loudest, he slowed down and went to simple in-and-out motions. To compensate the lack of flare, she gyrated her hips only to take another spank. The finger that evacuated her left a wet mark on her skin.
            “Not unless I tell you,” he grumbled to her, squeezing her bottom.
            She huffed, and to her surprise, that earned her another crack that made her reel, teeth clenching and breath stalling before coming through with heavy puffs. Before she could react again, she saw him eyeing her with contempt. If she mouthed off again, he would respond. Dammit, when did Naruto exude authority like this?!
            Naruto’s arm swept forward to his desk, carelessly brushing aside the stacks of books, scrolls, empty ramen cups, and dossiers; some even fell on the floor as he made space. Space for her; he lifted her easily and set her there in front of him, ass on the edge, back leaning onto the support of her arms. Before she could attempt to show some modicum of dignity and shut her thighs together over her askew panties and glistening pussy, Naruto rolled his seat in and tucked his face to her groin. She shuddered, realizing that it hadn’t even crossed her mind to try resisting him at the moment his blue eyes turned up to her as he edged back the hood of her clit and ran his tongue against it. She tensed up, hissing and clawing the surface of his table.
            He was good at it. Very good. Marriage perhaps afforded him techniques he couldn’t learn from his masters, even if Ino had always had her doubts on Hinata’s willingness to participate in exploration. However he honed these skills didn’t matter soon enough; Ino was drawn into a fit of cusses and involuntary flinching, her left leg curling up slowly as Naruto zigzagged the line of her pussy, bustling the lips, dipping through the crease, salving his tastebuds with her sharp, sweet essence.
            In little time, she had to ask the question: “Why?” A brisk sound, barely bursting through the rows of moaning and grunting.
            Naruto looked up, his lips awash with her juices. He didn’t smile. Could it be that this was just business to him? “To teach you a lesson,” he said simply, looked to and kissed her adoring clit a last time, and reared himself up so that she could see the trouble in his pants.
            She held her breath. It would come to this. She should have known as much. Still, as he toiled to free the rigid muscle, she was left in a state of disbelief. With Naruto? The authority must have gotten to his head to presume that she’d allow him! Married, happily with child. She’d stop him before he could present himself…
            There was no fanfare or moment’s hesitation. He produced his cock, and her breath hitched a second time. Her mind suddenly blank, her body moved of its own accord, spreading her thighs more accordingly to suit the bulk he’d drawn out for her.
            He gripped it toward the base and maneuvered it toward her pulsating gash. He didn’t spear in like her husband; he wielded himself first, flourishing the weight against her to demonstrate its heft. Its beating against her clit made her cow, wincing weakly. Her running juices clung to him, making the wet patch of his precum spread across the swollen tip.
            She was ready, he must have determined, though she might have made a petition that she was not. Not mentally at least, but all other part of her was. The dispute with Karui was forgotten, the reason she was there in the first place forgotten. Her gaping mouth twitched into a manic half-smile when the bluntness pressed her folds inward, deliberately extending the moment she was taken by someone besides her husband.
            Her husband. Sai. Their son, too. She thought of them and forgot them all in one instant. “Hurry,” she gasped out pitifully.
            Naruto neither embraced nor touched her. He hitched the head of his cock to her entrance, put his hands beneath him on the table and leaned his body over hers simply for leverage. She could not watch, but she could feel it; the move of his cock into her, wedging through her tightness, reversing the weeks of sexless nights. She shook with a lilting moan. Her legs came up and hugged about his waist, her arms doing the same with his shoulders. Inch by inch, he took her, a controlled advance toward the back of her channel. The earlier foreplay had made her engorge inside, but his burly cock forced through, prying her apart until he seated against the way to her uterus.
            She’d never felt so full before. She could feel his bulk pressing out against her, resisting the clutch of her own insides, making its claim in her and reshaping the portal that had been shaped for Sai over the years. How would her poor husband react should he find out the consequences of bringing her here?
            Ino muted a noise into Naruto’s collar, turning her face inward. After a moment, her eyes opened, glancing heavily but curiously at him. “Naruto?”
            No answer.
            She wriggled a little, and he still did not respond. She said his name again, a bit irked at being ignored. And when she did not get an answer, she growled. “Well? Aren’t you gonna keep going?”
            “Tell me,” he muttered.
            Ino flinched. “Tell you what?”
            His head turned so she could see the flash of his blue eyes. “What you want me to do.”
            She was abruptly taken aback by this request. What she wanted him to do?! She wanted him to let her go! She wanted this ordeal of discipline to be over and be on her way!
            “Fuck me,” she whispered under her breath, confessing the truth.
            “Louder.”
            “Fuck me, you idiot!” she snarled. That loud enough for him?!
            The line of his mouth curved, and he granted her a kiss on the mouth. She made an affronted sound, but swallowed her pride with a wide-mouthed gasp when his hips rolled back, vacating her and leaving a gaping hole inside her that needed to be refilled. He complied, jamming right back into her with such ferocity that the impact against her cervix actually shoved her a little across the desk. She cursed and gripped him tighter, hiding her face and her shame as the Hokage took fast but steady rounds at her insides, bounding off of her womb to retreat to the head and then returning with a vengeance.
            Naruto. Naruto! Naruto of all people! She couldn’t believe it. Savior and knucklehead, equipped with a formidable tool to suit his station and hers. She locked her feet behind him, refusing to let him go until she was all used up. Her ponytail lashed behind her, sweeping the desk with his resonating pounding.
            “Oh, yes! Uhn! Yes!” she squealed, clamping up on him. Just what she needed! Just what was necessary! Naruto was entuned to her patterns and switched his speed to longer, slower strokes, allowing the tunnel to close up in his absence to experience the force of his cock shoving through all over again. She choked up like her throat had been grabbed in a fist. Her right foot came undone from the left, pulling out straight behind Naruto, toes pointing before the entire limb began to shudder violently. Not until Naruto grabbed it and reapplied it around him did the shaking stop, and by then, Ino was melting atop the table, lost of energy and focus.
            Fine by him. He grabbed her underneath her rump – She really seemed boneless as she flopped against him for support as he raised her up – and pulled her onto him as he fell back in his chair. She swooned, cuddling against him, nuzzling her cheek against his collar until he punished her with a smack to her ass. “You gotta finish it now,” he told her.
            Realizing what he meant, she looked diminished. “But…!” He admonished her with a look. Ino was not one to back down, but she was in a state of vulnerability. Despite the offense of it, she straddled him appropriately, embarrassed to take such an active stance on her Hokage – and it didn’t escape her notice that she was in full view from the window and even worse should someone enter through the door – and began to ride him. Timid, mechanical, until Naruto’s hand slapped her backside again. She could do better, and he knew it. It upset her to think that he had that impression of her, but at the same time, he was not wrong.
            Fine, if he wanted her to show her skill… Her chance to show off to him and render him begging for more.
            She beat her ass down on him, holding his shoulders for leverage, making the chair beneath them squeak from her bouncing weight. Naruto’s expression did twitch, his mouth opening to exhale loudly. “You like that?” she asked breathlessly with an anxious smile. He didn’t respond and just slid his hands onto her backside, massaging her, testing her concentration and his fingers strayed close to her center. When he pressed there, she tensed up, showing worry. “Not there!” she said, but Naruto disagreed and hooked the tip of his finger into that hole. It stopped her whole process, her buckling and overwhelmed by the sensation.
            She was no Hinata, that was for sure.
            Impatiently, he got them up again and relied on his desk as a mount. This time, she was flat on her back, legs up in the crooks of his arms, and his hips more passionate than before. She didn’t have time to react, only cushion herself and watch as Naruto pummeled her pussy, his face showing the draw of determination and resolution. She knew where he was instantly. “Wait a minute! Don’t-Don’t cum in me!”
            A sound softer than a growl emanated from his throat as he looked right into her eyes.
            “No!” Though she said this, her hands were grabbing at his jacket rather than pushing him away. “Don’t!”
            Too late. Naruto pressed deep, held his stance with a loud groan, and began to fill her up.
            Ino gasped from the sensation, heat spilling into her, rushing to every nook and cranny of her insides. It burned hotter than her husband’s, whenever he released inside of her; it must be the more fertile genes of the Uzumaki, or even the Jinchuriki. Whatever it was, it flooded her entirely until she began to ooze out and pool beneath her.
            She was panting. He was hardly out of breath, still looming over her, watching her. And to her dismay, his shaft lost no potency. Even waiting there for three minutes – more than enough time for either of them to cool down – he was still a firm, deep-seated wedge inside her. She might have stayed there all day, comfortable around him, but he had a job to do and his business with her was concluded.
            He pulled back and pulled out of her. Sure enough, his cock sprung straight up, streaked with the mingling of their debauchery. He reached for a napkin – a stock usually for spills from ramen – and cleaned himself up. For her, he went for softer tissues, audaciously cleaning her and tossing the soiled wads into his wastebin.
            Awkwardly, Ino sat up, a wife and mother again, blushing extremely from her actions and what had happened. She tucked her chin, giving Naruto the best glower she could manage with a face of shy red. “Is-Is that it?”
            Naruto smiled a bit too casually, like his young self, while he put his meat away. “Well, yeah, for this time,” he answered. “I still have work to do, and Karui’s next.”
            Ino’s nose creased at one side. “You’re… You’re going to do the same thing to her, aren’t you?”
            “I dunno,” Naruto chuckled. “Maybe.”
            Ino scoffed and turned her head from him before standing up and straightening her panties. She then stormed over to grab her skirt. It went on, but she let Naruto know that he’d snapped some threads and ruined the zipper when removing them. He promised to reimburse her.
            “That’s not the point,” she argued, turning her nose up, “but fine.” The waist did shirk at one side, but she should be fine on the way home. Waiting outside the Hokage tower, Sai asked if all went well. She grabbed him by the shirtfront and tugged him alone without breaking stride. “It’s your fault for bringing me here,” she snapped at him, “so whatever happens in the future…”
            As if she could actually feel the egg be penetrated.
            “… don’t blame me!”
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