Cherry Blossom of the Hidden Leaf
Disclaimer: Naruto and all its characters are Kishimoto's legal property. I'm not making any money off this story; however, all the Original Characters, Original Plot-lines, and Original Themes are my own.
Warning: Morbid Content, Violence, Sex, Humour, and Strong Language. Reader discretion is advised.
Chapter One
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Long ago, in a distant past, there existed a curious little pussy. It was covered with such an airy puff of pink hair that was soft and curly. A pink bud decorated it right above the perfect groove nestled and hidden between smooth, eternally slick lips as though of a classic, ever-ready whore's. It was so divine, so golden, and so virgin that one gaze at its eternal glory by unwary eyes was enough to send a man to Nirvana and back. They called it . . . the atavistic pussy.
It struck fear in the hearts, awe in the souls, of men and beasts. Yes, beasts, too, strove to mount that woman in a heady daze and rut to a gushing release of contentment.
A simple whiff of it exploded like a wrathful storm upon villages that drove good men insane—he would swallow a clumsily-made blue-medicine by the archaic hands of medicine men and throw his fellow men under the carriages. His cock would rise, stiff and fat, hungry in pursuit of that holy cunt.
Their hearts—mostly throbbing cocks—would give chase to the blossoming woman, plunge their steel-hard fat ones into the depth of her cunt . . . and then they would feel power rush through them in waves, but their bodies were too fragile to be that deity's container. Many died, squirting their copious fluids up into the air till there was no more to give. Their balls sagged, penises shrivelled like dry leaves of summer. The wanker's doom and fluids of crushing desires were to be their demise.
Entire villages were decimated by its might. Weak men followed in its wake, minds befuddled by its charms . . . fucking, gushing, dying. There was no end to this madness!
So, one fateful day, the Sage gathered his wits, locked away the fires of his hairy loins, put Suiton around his quivering cock, and dismantled that pussy into nine wispy parts. Then he sealed its power deep into the cunts of nine virgin women. It was to remain trapped in their wombs for all eternity.
But, alas, Man is a feeble beast bereft of logic. Those lines rigorously mated with one another like domesticated rabbits in heat; and through generations of mind-numbing retardation of the human mind and spirit, such a pussy was reborn anew, siphoning off the essence that was rent asunder into many parts . . . into a single devastating cunt of glory. They called the child Haruno Sakura, and her pussy could speak to the darkness in the hearts of Men.
This was her story . . .
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