Amaterasu-Inf(t)ernal Chronicles

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Deidara x Sakura

One Shot crack

Rated M (i.e. I am letting my wild perverted fantasies run wild)

This is a crack on my own fan-fiction Amaterasu – Infernal Chronicles of Naruto

If you like it, well don't expect more; but reviews are always welcome; also this is an experiment, different perspectives and what not

And of course writing something perverted 3

A short summary what happened …

Deidara was about to self-detonate on the great Naruto bridge in order to take down all of team Konoha. Naruto hits him in the last second with a complete Fuuton Rasenshuriken. Deidara miraculously survived, but his own Jutsu had completely deformed him physically, while Naruto's Jutsu has taken his ability to be an artist.

A taste of clay

He now sits imprisoned in a tower somewhere in Konoha. Mirrors surround him always reminding him of his failure as an artist. Only when it is pitch black do the images fade and some peace returns to his mind.

He spilled everything so they may leave him alone and turn off the lights; it tortured him always to be reminded how his masterpiece, his own destruction in a single moment was obliterated by that Kyubi brat. But those prison guards seem to enjoy themselves torturing him. Whenever they could they would turn those lights back own, having the light bounce his deformed image back at him. They would laugh at him to no end, only at night or when that girl came to visit was there peace.

He couldn't believe it, three years now, and she would come always back from the front the girl, that cursed girl that beautiful girl, his peace and last masterpiece. She was the one that started the change. She was the one that took Sasori-Danna's life and she was the one to restore his face and body.

He remembers clearly like it was a just a moment of the past. She entered his prison cell and ordered all the guards to exist and leave them. She locked the gate, shut the shutter and turned off the lights.

She was the first to turn off the lights in what it felt like an eternity. Taking off her gloves, he walked over to him, her boots making a hallow noise on the concrete prison cell. She didn't say anything at all and just started touching me. I couldn't see her face or her eyes, but I could feel the chakra she was using, she was healing me, my physical wounds, my deformed body, restoring me to what I was before that moment.

But I could feel it was only her left hand that was healing me, her right hand was cold without feeling, artificial. Still it was gentle; she must have had it for a while now that she could control it in such ways. Then I saw those emerald eyes of hers, they were like witch-fire in the darkest of night. My chest mouth was still open, and my body acted on its own. Its mouth opened and its tongue began to lick that artificial arm of hers. At first she didn't notice, but as she was to move that arm away and it was stuck she glanced over towards that mouth of mine.

I could see pity but also something else, wilder in those eyes of hers, she hadn't gotten to that spot yet, only just finished restoring my face. Her head turned away and her witch like eyes met mine. Her eyes examining my face with sternness only found in medical doctors, while her face was so close I could feel her breath and warms as though it was touching me. I couldn't resist opening my mouth I licked her cheek. She didn't twitch, no it was as if she was waiting for me to make a move, her eyes met mine again, this time they were like wild-fire, a beast, a demon. How could I have missed that, she's a succubus why else would she help me, heal me. But her Sakura perfume was arousing to say the least, my mouth wouldn't deny her. I could feel how she toyed with my left-chest-mouth, slowly seducing it, still it felt strange, artificial.

I opened my mouth again and whispered, "It feels artificial, unsatisfying and mediocre at best your right arm that is. I may not be able to infuse my chakra anymore but my left-chest-mouth is the best when it comes to sculpturing. Let me be an artist once more, just once more, something for this moment.

She was now sitting on my laps, while I was sitting on a metal stool with my arms bound to the back. Her clit (help me I don't know the word here ; well it's not vagina) was up against my cock, rubbing it while her right arm had moved a back pocket of hers and fetched something out of it.

"You are mine," I heard her whisper and then her right hand teased my chest-mouth's tongue with what she had fetched. It was my clay. My special clay, my most precious and special clay, the one that tasted the best; she teased me, let me taste it but not eat it while continuously rubbing against my cock. Her left arm continued restoring me.

She had gotten as far as restoring my right arm. My right-hand-mouth licked her left hand as she was restoring my hand. A silent moan, her eyes met mine again and she moved in for a kiss. My tongue immediately went into hers entwining with her own. It was ecstatic, at that fleeting moment she let my chest eat the clay, no greater sensation had I ever felt, except before I was to destroy myself, no for some reason this was better, more exciting. The ropes that where binding my hands back were cut, how I do not know, but I could feel the ropes loosening and then hear them drop to the floor. She stood up, separating herself from me and went to work on my left arm. My chest continued to chew on the clay she had given me.

It felt like an eternity, nothing happened, I dared not to move and my chest-mouth continued chew. By now it was surely done, but I wanted to make certain so I chewed on it longer as long as it would take until she came back to me. Finally after she was done healing that left arm of mine, she came back sat back down on my laps and was rubbing hers back against my cock, but it felt differently, it felt cold for the first few seconds, liquid cold. She saw that I noticed it and gave me a seductive smile, eyes lusting for me.

My left hand wandered up her artificial arm, Konoha indeed had no taste, no skill at the artificial unlike myself or my Danna. My hand continued all the way up to the shoulder where I could feel the scar connecting to that mediocre arm.

"Let me separate it for you, Danna" I said quietly. A hallow drop, no feeling on her part as it separated. With her left arm she clung to me and continued rubbing me. My right arm went to my chest mouth and pulled out a new right arm for her. Even in this absolute darkness the arm was like a silver white moon. Licking her wound and scar made her twitch her whole body, it threw her off, she threw herself back and only her left grip made her not fall of me. It was a strong grip, strong enough to make me cry out in pain for a short second.

As she recovered, her smile grew larger and her eyes grew even hungrier. I attached my masterpiece to her shoulder, and then licked it with my left arm. She twitched again, threw herself back again. She moaned in excitement, it had worked. She could feel again that that right arms of her, she could feel my left arm-mouth and chest mouth licking her right arm, nibbling at it, teasing it. She could feel it all.

Then she withdrew it from my grasp and left my laps again. She opened my pants, stripped me naked, revealing my horny and straight man hood. But it was deformed, just as the lower part of my whole body; everything down there was still deformed. With her new arm she started healing it. At first I gave a small scream, she wasn't used to being able to channel chakra through her right arm again, but the outcome of that was astonishing, even to her.

"You did a fine job," she said satisfying, eying both me and my cock, which had the thickness of a forearm and about three quarters the length of one, after she had finished restoring it. She touched it with her new hand, it was cold, but exciting, ecstatic, I couldn't hold it any longer and a white fluid shot out like a fountain of liquid moon silver.

"Oh!" she shrieked for a second in surprise. Her face covered with my fluid new glowed in the darkness like a nymph under a silver moon in her crystal clear pond.

My cocked then started to shrivel, I looked disappointed I had hoped we could have gone on longer, but then I looked into her eyes and they were not pleading at me; they were piercing me with desire even more. I could not believe her hunger. She pulled out a pill that she put into her mouth and then kissed me, pushing that pill into my mouth. It tasted like chocolate, with strawberries and vanilla. I gulped as I swallowed it, satisfied with me she began to lick my cock, cleaning it from my balls all the way up to the tip. The sensation could not be greater, each little bump and cell on her tongue I could feel through my skill, my hands wandered to along her arm again, she twitched, but then continued. My hands slit up her cloth searching for something to open it, when they found it they did quick work, her red shirt slit open and down onto the ground just as my cock got all straight and big again.

She came back onto my laps and rubbed her silk underwear against my cock. Her movement suddenly became faster and holding tighter to me she moved faster and faster, moaning to herself. And then she threw herself back, letting out a long ever echoing moan. I could feel the fluid flowing down and out of her vagina. It was throbbing, not just my cock but her vagina was throbbing. She pulled something else out of her back pocked, a tube and handed it to me, eying me deeply, I understood even without asking.

First I pulled down her silk bra then her silk mini panty. She was wearing a thong (is that the right word for that super thin underwear?) underneath it; I couldn't resist teasing her, with my left hand-mouth I softly bit down on her clit while my right hand stretched the thong as far as I could. She twitched moaned and threw herself back while at the same time grabbing old of my back with both hands tightly, that the pain she should have sent through my body turned into pleasure.

"I want it now! Do it already!" but instead I licked her vagina with my right hand. I licked it clean of all the fluids she had leaked. Then I squeezed out some cream out of the tube, my tongues told me it tasted like honey but felt like whipping cream. I rubbed it into her vagina, she jerked again.

"Not there you silly," But it didn't matter to her. She had gotten quite impatient, and stripped the thong off herself. Guiding my cock with her new hand her vagina literarily ate, no devoured all of my cock.

Then I understood; I gave the rest of the tube my chest mouth and it immediately began licking her chest, rubbing it in deep. Her small chest and bosom grew quite a bit, not as full as any normal woman but still they grew, also they were very stiff and hard. It felt like if you could bit into them, they would be as crunchy as you bite into a fresh apple, except they probably would taste like a peach. My chest could wait tasting them and bit down on them, she responded with a inhumanly strong grip towards my shoulder muscle.

"Show me those flying skills for yours!" she demanded and pushed to stool off balance. As asked I balanced us both on just the hind legs of our wooden stool. It creaked in satisfaction. Then she moved up and down on my cock, rocking the whole stool back and forth. It was insane that we were still in balance. She continued further kissing me with her mouth to add to the distraction to keep us balanced on the stool. But I wouldn't let her have the satisfaction of humiliating me like that, we were still up on the stool and I wasn't going to let her have all the fun. My chest was licking and nibbling at her own so I had two free hands to do what ever I wished.

My right went for her clit biting and licking it, teasing it. She pushed her chest out and wanted to throw her head back, but my tongue wouldn't let her leave that easily. And then there was my left hand, free to explore that other hole of hers.

First it licked her butt check, sending a shiver up her spines, then it played with the hair around it, slowly picking and tearing them one by one out. She twitched each time. She yanked at my long blond hair each time I yanked a single butt hair out.

With us both having cummed already once it felt like an eternity of humping, licking, kissing, biting, gripping, and yanking but finally all her butt hair were gone. What little cream was left my left hand smeared and rubbed it into that bare haired area. She moaned in satisfaction.

Then my left tongue entered her butt hole, she jerked again throwing her whole self back. Her vagina tighten so strongly around my cock it hurts, no it squeezes out some fluid. My tongue in her butt hole does a full extension and then licks around the inside. It jerks her even further and her vagina responds even faster, it felt like a wave of pressure or an earthquake with after shocks. Pressuring the tip of my devoured cock, it moved down releasing the pressure where it already had been until it reached the entrance of her vagina and three more aftershocks followed some from the same direction, some in reverse.

I was paralyzed with pleasure as she did that and lost my concentration for a moment. The stool fell backwards, and now she was on top of me. We kissed long and hard, our tongues not only intertwined but humping each other in our mouth. Then she tore herself free from that kiss and started moving and humping me cock with her vagina. I matched her movement in harmony at first, and then I added my butt holing to her humping while my right hand was satisfying her left bosom. She let her right arm touch my chest mouth and it immediately began licking her hands and fingers over and over again. The honey taste as well as the taste of my clay minerals got me excited again, I was ready to cum.

"I want to cum," I said in a pleading voice.

"No, not yet! Butt-hole more first!" she demanded. I did as commanded, pulling my right hand away from her chest, I even let that tongue enter her hole. She moaned excitingly.

"Yes, yes!" she screamed and that earthquake like pressure came back into her vagina. I moved faster and faster and she let me hump her like a bunny. Instead she seemed to focus on that motion inside her vagina, doing as many waves as possible while I had my cock inside her before I could pull it out. At first it was only one, then two and I don't know how long I was continue humping her as hard as I could, but she had managed to get in 12 waves before I could retrieve my cock out of her vagina.

She then buckled down, so my chest and my own mouth could lick her or hump her in her mouth. My two hands were still in her hole twisting and licking. She suddenly stopped and moved my right hand to her clit, looking deep into my eyes it was like waiting for a count down. Both of us waiting, who would blink first, who would yield first; she grinned, and blew some air into my eyes.

"Cheater!" I said.

"You got too impatient!" she answered, but it didn't matter the ecstasy just rose to another level. I thought I would have come when she had done the earth-quacking, but not until I could lick her breast again and clit, felt that I was ready to come.

"I can't hold it!" I shouted.

"Then cum! Inside me, fill me up with all your silver moon milk!" she shouted.

"Fill me up with all your artistic skill, let me feel this single most beautiful fleeting moment!" she screamed, moaned, and gripped tighter around me.

I don't know how long we continued screaming at each other to cum, teasing each other, but then just suddenly without warning, the liquid came out. At the same time (like that ever happens) both of us came unknowing. And then all these motions we were continuing to do, felt dull, unsatisfying. It was over, but for some reason we continued, looking into each eyes we continued because neither wanted to give in.

Her left hand then came around the back of my neck and I felt a small tingling through my whole body. She had used a medical Jutsu on me. She had cheated on my again, forced me to stop first. But I just smiled; she rested on top of me warming me as I was warming her.

I closed my eyes.

When I woke up again, I was tied back on the stool and my pants were back on. I could hear her walk towards the door and unlock it. She opened it and a beam of light so bright shone on my face, blinding me.

I shouted, "Danna, your name?"

"Sakura, Haruno Sakura," she answered in the most soft and sweet voice.

The door slammed shut, and then silence.

Since then the guards tried torturing me with the light, but with my beauty restored I only smirked at them.

Month passed, then one day the concrete echoed hollowly once again, announcing her arrival.

She always entered with the most stern and terrifying eyes, with killing intend unmatched. But as soon as all was dark, those emerald eyes turned to wild fire, hot yet so pleasing.

Remembering these moments were wonderful, it has probably been a year now or maybe more. The war must have taken its toll. But for some reason I would not believe her dead, I had a gut feeling.

And then I could hear it, that hollow unmistakable walk of hers. The door unlocked, she locked it from the other side, turned the lights off and her emerald eyes turned to wild fire again.