The Inuzuka Bloodline Limit
It was bad; worse than bad! Inuzuka Kiba paced his room, staring anxiously at the bulge tenting the front of his pants. For the past four hours, he had been sporting a hard-on, and tried numerous methods to get rid of it: from taking an icy-cold shower to reciting the alphabet. He tried masturbating, but found no relief, even after a full hour. Normally, he could jerk himself off in half of that time, but his cock refused to ejaculate. The amount of his cum that was produced was small and frothy and felt like it was choked from him, causing him more pain than pleasure.
Nothing was pleasurable about this, though. He never had such an infliction before, and considered it to be a medical condition. His sister was right down the hall, and with some understanding of human anatomy conditions, she was sure to have the answers. However, nothing could be more awkward than approaching your sister with a raging boner and ask how to get rid of it – well, maybe asking your mom or grandma would be worse, but still!
Therefore, Kiba peeked out of his room to where Akamaru was lying in wait outside. Upon finally seeing his master, the huge dog perked up and barked happily. Hastily, Kiba told him to be quiet. "I'm going out, Akamaru," he whispered. "Just wait here. I need to see the Hokage. Don't tell my mom or sister, alright?" Akamaru whined, but nodded nonetheless, dropping his big head in between his front paws again.
Kiba made a mad dash for the Hokage office, not stopping for anything so no one could notice how uncomfortable he looked or the erection straining against the front of his pants. The Hokage manor was just straight ahead, and activity had died down in these later hours as the sun was setting. Sure, there were probably dozens of other medical people Kiba could go to for help, but he wanted the Hokage, the best in the business as well as one of the oldest. He felt that she would observe the matter without the slightest prejudice or awkwardness. In all her years, she had to have run into something like this before. Shizune and Sakura were reasonable choices, but to Kiba, Shizune seemed like a goof, stunned and bumbling around too much when something unexpected presented itself; and Sakura, well, it would've been weird to ask a former classmate and friend to take a look at his erection. Besides, there was still that whole thing about wanting someone with a bit more experience.
He leapt to the open window of Tsunade's office. It was late enough for business to be lax, but too early to actually call it a night. He crouched on the windowsill and peered inside. The lights were on, but the seat was vacant. He grimaced briefly at Tsunade's absence, and then he let himself in. After wincing, he awkwardly reached to the crotch of his pants, adjusting himself so that the stiff object within wasn't forced to point downward.
The smell of the Hokage was still potent, so she hadn't been gone long, and hopefully hadn't taken off from her job early to go on a drinking binge, as was something he usually heard from his mom when she went out to indulge at a bar. Kiba shrugged and took a seat in the corner on a stack of papers. He glanced at the bulge in his pants and cursed. His hand grabbed it and squeezed tightly to create some sort of stimulus; no success. With a defeated sigh, he rested his cheek on his fist and waited.
It wasn't much longer that the door was pushed open, and Tsunade walked in with a cup of steaming, green tea cradled in her hand. She closed the door and sighed, muttering while rubbing her tense shoulders with her free hand. As of yet, she hadn't noticed Kiba. Then he stood up.
"Hokage-sama," he said softly as to not surprise her. "I think I need your help."
Yet, she didn't turn her head as she walked to her desk. "Kiba," she sighed before taking a seat, already giving a tedious look as she put her cheek on her propped up fist, "what are you doing here so late? There are no missions available now, if that's your concern."
Kiba swallowed hard and looked off to the side awkwardly. His persistent erection throbbed slightly, and he thought that the Hokage would've noticed. "It's not about missions," he stammered. "I came for some… medical advice."
Tsunade lazily raised an eyebrow. From a quick glance over him, he didn't seem hurt. However, she didn't really even look at his crotch. "I doubt that you're injured," she said, shaking her head slightly. "And you don't seem to be ill."
"It's… it's nothing like that," Kiba admitted, rubbing at the back of his head awkwardly. He couldn't believe it when he uncontrollably smiled, despite how embarrassing this whole matter was. "I've got… uh, my…" He thought of a way to best reveal the problem to the Hokage, who seemed to be becoming annoyed with his hesitance. "I've… got a problem, and it won't go away."
Tsunade's finger began to tap on the surface of her table from irritation. "I figured. Honestly, I'm starting to know how you feel."
Kiba's mouth twitched at the statement; she had no idea. Finally deciding to just get it over with, he moved his hands to his sides to better reveal his crotch. It wasn't immediately perceived until he gestured to it with a nod of his head. Tsunade's eyes broadened noticeably when she saw the distinctive shape of an erection. She perked up suddenly, and then scowled at Kiba. He cowered when her hands slammed down on the table. Her furrowed eyebrows cast a terrifying presence in the room, and Kiba suddenly questioned the wisdom of coming to the easily-flustered Fifth Hokage; for a moment, he thought that his dick would shrink from absolute fear.
"How dare you?" she fumed. "What were you thinking, coming here like that? What exactly did you think was going to happen?"
Kiba held up his hands defensively, the color draining from his face. "No, it's not like that! I really need some advice! It's been like this for hours, and it won't go down, no matter what I do!"
Somewhat convinced, but still wary, Tsunade slowly took a seat. These conditions weren't unheard of, but it was normally a reaction to certain poisons in the shinobi world, but these effects could be remedied with the normal ministrations. Without much shame, she asked him what he had tried to get rid of it. Awkwardly, he said he tried not to think about it, took cold showers, and was pretty much forced to admit that he tugged on it for quite some time.
Tsunade considered what she was told, and could only come up with one solution. Her fingers laced in front of her, and she said, "It must be your Bloodline Limit. For male Inuzuka members, it's a bit more common."
"A Bloodline Limit?" Kiba didn't even think his family had such a thing. Their whole deal just seemed to be heightened senses. If having a hard-on for hours truly was a Bloodline Limit, it was hardly practical in combat; he would have to think of something amazing to actually be able to use it.
"It's a condition that presents itself sometime after puberty," Tsunade explained. "It's a condition that will not be slaked until your body feels that it has met true satisfaction, usually with a partner. And you've said that you tried masturbating?"
Kiba's cheeks flushed, and then he nodded slightly.
Exhaling heavily, Tsunade leaned back in her chair. Her fingers drummed on the armrest as she observed Kiba and how he awkwardly stood across from her. Rolling her eyes, she requested that he come stand next to her while she turned her chair. "Are you sure?" Kiba uttered after taking his first step. She repeated her command, staying remarkably cool. Clearing his throat, Kiba half-limped over to where Tsunade wanted him.
Tsunade eyed his crotch for a brief moment, and then met his nervous gaze. "I think it best if I take a look," she said. When Kiba hesitated, she made her statement a little more blunt, "Take off your pants."
Kiba had expected something like this, but it didn't seem quite as easy as he thought it'd be. But still, he managed to flip his fly open and tug his zipper down. It wasn't wrong, he reasoned with himself, as he was being examined. It'd be better than wandering around all day with an erection. He gradually moved his pants down to mid-thigh, noticing how Tsunade casually watched the descent. Why couldn't she show a bit more emotion? his brain screamed, give him some indication of what she was thinking. The smell of her showed no change in attitude or feeling.
Tsunade shifted her pink lips slightly when his drawers were slowly pulled down. Yet she couldn't keep away her initial surprise when Kiba's cock thrust upward when exposed, bobbing slightly and leaking pre-cum from the tip. In all honesty, she hadn't expected him to be so well-endowed, especially for someone so young.
She composed herself quickly enough. "And how long has it been like this?" she asked.
"A few hours," Kiba said. He wished his cock would stop throbbing. "It just happened randomly."
"Hmm, I suppose it would take some different stimulus to rid you of this," Tsunade offered. "Do you perhaps have a partner who could help you?"
"Um, not at the moment," Kiba said. He never had official relationships; he just kind of slept around, his first time being with some random girl from the Sand Village during a routine visit. He didn't have girls who would come at the drop of a hat nor degrade themselves to being a booty-call. And why the hell were they having this discussion while his pants were down? So awkward…
Again, the drumming of Tsunade's fingers commenced. Rolling her eyes upward, she sighed and let herself fall back in her seat. "I suppose there's no choice," she grumbled. "If you've no objections, I will provide some assistance."
"But, but…" Kiba stumbled. "You're… Hokage!"
"And a medical ninja," Tsunade added with a hint of annoyance. "I wouldn't want to entrust this to Shizune; I don't think she'd be able to handle it, and I couldn't ask her to do something… like this."
"Is it okay for you to do it?"
Tsunade sighed at his questions. "I should know; I'm the Fifth Hokage. Now come a little closer." As Kiba shuffled forward, legs trapped still in their half-dropped pants, Tsunade sterilized her hands with an ointment in the side drawer of her desk. There was no shift in her expression, still incredibly solemn. It made Kiba believe that this probably wasn't the first time she treated this sort of condition. But he felt he shouldn't get hung up on small details: he was gonna get a handjob from the Fifth Hokage, probably the bustiest woman in all the ninja world! To hell with the Bloodline Limit, Kiba was sure he'd be hard like a rock at the very idea of getting a handjob from the busty blonde.
Tsunade finished cleansing her hands and turned to Kiba's erection. She was mildly surprised that he had been circumcised, believing that the Inuzuka clan liked to keep everything as natural as possible. She mentally shrugged, already preferring penises like this. She grabbed the nine-inch cock and tested its hardness; he definitely retained this stiffness for a while. Upon being grasped, Kiba grunted softly and tensed. His fists tightened at his side from the frigidness of her ointment-slick hand.
Slowly, Tsunade rubbed the thick appendage, light-brown eyes lifting. "I hope you understand that this is a medical process, and nothing more," she told him, barely accepting his halfhearted nod and fanged grin. Sighing, she went to work, stroking the full length of his erection. She started a slow pumping motion until the lotion on her hand made the movement much easier, and therefore she sped up the pace.
Kiba grunted and began to moan as the jerking movements of the Hokage continued. His left hand shot out to grip the edge of the desk for balance, the other hand reaching out for the windowsill. Sensations of pleasure tickled his spine, yet it felt so miniscule at the same time. As if it would help, he bucked against Tsunade's fist, a droplet of transparent pre-cum falling on her arm. She ignored it for now, figuring that she was going to get a whole lot messier in a bit.
As the medical handjob continued, Kiba took the chance to take notice of Tsunade's attributes. Like every other person who had laid eyes on the Fifth Hokage, hetook first notice of the size of her massive bust. He vaguely hoped that she wouldn't look up and notice how intently he ogled her cleavage. Surely he couldn't be blamed when she so unabashedly wore clothing with a generous dip of the collar. The movement of her jerking hand caused the breasts to jiggle ever so slightly, and Kiba wondered if a god would be kind – and wicked enough – to let at least a little bit of her robe slip down to reveal just a bit more, just enough to notice the color of her nipple. Phht, like that would happen, Kiba ironically thought, though he continued to hope. If anything could get him to cum, it was definitely a full glance at Tsunade's tits.
It was thirty minutes when Kiba felt his balls tighten, which was a few minutes after Tsunade asked if he always lasted this long. Noticing the small proofs of an impending orgasm, such as swelling of the cock and the hitching of his breath, Tsunade sat erect and started pumping at a quicker pace. "Do you feel like you're going to cum?" she asked to confirm her suspicions, not taking her eyes from the penis pointing at her.
"Yeah," answered Kiba with a nod. His hips jerked, and he said in a strangled voice, "Cumming." His fingers tightened, scratching at the surfaces of the windowsill and desk while his testicles contracted. A fang pricked the corner of his lower lip while stifling a deep moan. He thought pleasure would burst forth, but it once again left his cock stinging as it forcibly pumped out a few bursts of frothy semen.
Tsunade tensed when a wad of the jizz splotched the dainty paleness of her ample bosom, trickling down her cleavage. The following eruptions were mostly dribble that hardly had any force to them; Tsunade spread her legs slightly after a glob fell on her thighs to watch as the rest of the few other droplets were wasted on the floor, spotting gobs of transparent white on polished tiles. It was an ejaculation, but Tsunade was experienced to know that it was not a proper discharge. The semen produced was too little in quantity and retained none of the force of a real one. A regular erection should have shot at least four times before its force weakened, and should have softened at least a little; when she released Kiba's penis, it shot straight back up and was throbbing painfully again.
Tsunade wiped her soiled hand with a tissue while examining the hard piece of flesh and muscle. "I assume that has happened when you masturbated." She said it as more of a statement than a question.
"More or less," Kiba said in a slightly winded voice. The stinging continued to throb in his erection due to the force of the discharge, making him wince slightly at the pain. "On my own, I didn't cum as hard as that." The throb that occurred then felt a bit more natural.
Tsunade ignored it and nodded. She was quiet then, and Kiba could practically see the gears shifting in her head. After a minute or two, she finished her internal deliberation. "Very well, it seems that your Bloodline won't be satisfied until it has successfully bonded with a female. Stimulation through a hand won't be enough." She stood up them, so suddenly, if fact, that she practically pushed Kiba off balance when she rose to her full height. "There's no choice, I suppose. As Hokage, I can't leave you like this. Eventually, the hormones would dominate your presence of mind, and I don't want to risk having you do something that would harm another and have you regret upon gaining your senses back."
Kiba deliberated what that meant, trying not to come to the conclusion that was most obvious, yet too impossible to believe. All doubts were expelled, however, when the Fifth Hokage began to untie the sash about her waist after removing her robe. The fang markings on his cheeks blended in with the full-blown blush as he stammered. "Hokage-sama, what are you doing?" He wanted to believe he knew exactly what she was doing, but it could very well have been an illusion. Yeah, that had to be it… a very wonderful illusion.
"Don't be naïve, Kiba," Tsunade admonished him with a scowl, yanking the sash from her with a swift tug, causing her front to open and loosely drape over her large breasts. Again, Kiba could hardly keep his eyes from gawking. "You are not a virgin, and it has been a very long time since I've been one. As two ninja, let's not allow ourselves to get caught up in pointless emotions. In my time on the battlefield, I've coupled with ally and enemy alike to help Konoha and its people. I have no problem doing this with you if it is required."
Kiba thought that he should give a bit more to the protest, but felt that it would be dishonest; he wanted nothing more than to bury himself in her now. The look on his face relayed that to her, and she nodded once. "Very good" was all she said before bowing and gracefully pulling down her black spandex. Did she not care that in doing so, her breasts – somewhat glistening with tiny traces of force ejaculate – were dangling and swaying, just barely enough for the fabric to tease Kiba with quick glimpses of her delightfully pink nipples? If only this was a real sexual encounter, and not based on medical help, he would've wasted no time capping those mounds with a hungry mouth. How he would play with them, probably use them to surround his aching erection until he came on her face.
With no small trace of interest, Kiba's eyes zoned in on Tsunade's pubic mound, adorned with trimmed, platinum curls at the top. The smell that touched his ultrasensitive nose relayed very little arousal, and he could see that she was barely secreting any juices there. She either must have been very well-trained when it came to sex, or the action just didn't interest her anymore.
He was surprised when Tsunade's painted fingertips reached down to play with herself a little bit. "Hmm," she murmured. "I guess I'll need some of your assistance before the treatment."
Kiba's mouth watered, and he impulsively wiped his lips with the back of his hand. There was no point in trying to deny that it would be his pleasure, so he nodded as calmly as he could. "If it's all right," he said dumbly, pursing his lips when Tsunade was already settling on her chair. At least she wasn't being snide. Vaguely, Kiba wondered if Naruto had ever been in this position before, maybe under different circumstances, but still…
Whoever did have the luck of bedding Tsunade was irrelevant now, for it was Kiba's turn now. He moved closer to her, shuffling in his partially dropped pants until he went to his knees. Without the slightest bit of hesitance, Tsunade parted her legs enough to allow him full access. Kiba wished he could keep himself from smiling as he inched ever closer to the prize.
Tsunade watched in semi-interest as his face leaned in to her vagina, palms pressing against the insides of her thighs. He definitely wasn't new at this. She exhaled through her nostrils when his tongue touched her for the first time. He gave her a few long licks up her snatch, slickening her up with a coat of his saliva. Her hips rolled ever so slightly at a time, indicating that she was feeling something, despite her quietness.
When she was considerably moist with his spit, his thumbs reached out to pull apart her nether lips to expose her more sensitive insides. With every swath from his tongue, he noticed a smell of arousal gradually increasing in his nose, and a taste was becoming potent with each lick. A soft sound of pleasure was all that was needed to encourage Kiba. Like an eager dog, he pressed in closer and thrashed his oral muscle about with practiced patterns. His nose purposely brushed against the nub about the slit he was so dotingly devouring, causing Tsunade's breath to hitch a little.
He wasn't disappointing; as expected of a member of the Inuzuka, he wouldn't settle for his partner being just satisfied. Tsunade, master of medics, found herself panting slightly, a hand idly brushing over her large breasts to give some stimulus to her tightened nipples. When she pushed aside one part of her open shirt, Kiba's eyes darted up to stare up at her exposed bosom. How like a man, Tsunade thought with a roll of the eyes.
She jumped lightly with a start. "Kiba," she uncontrollably gasped, staring wide-eyed down at him as he nibbled on her clitoris while two of his fingers pushed deep into her. His cocky grin was smothered against her golden mound when he scraped his teeth delightfully over her clit. He felt most proud when the great Hokage dropped her head back while placing an insistent hand on his head. It spurred him on, thrusting his fingers harder and quicker in her now-slick channel, creating wet, slapping sounds by doing so.
Her arousal was so pungent now, unlike before; Kiba was happy about that. While keeping a steady pace with his plunging fingers, he nuzzled and kissed the sensitive pearl. Lost in his own haze of passion now that Tsunade was finally stirred to stimulation, he felt that he could do as he pleased. His free hand roamed from Tsunade's firm thigh, sending minor goose-bumps along her skin, until he sought the crevice further down from her vagina. His index finger trailed through the crevice of the Hokage's ass until he prodded the tiny hole. Immediately, she clenched, and Kiba feared his head was going to be struck from his shoulders when the once-caressing hand petting his wild hair clenched into a fist and forced him to look up at her.
"Don't get any more ideas, Kiba," she sternly said. She dropped back in her chair, slipping away from Kiba a few inches. "You're not going to put that thing wherever you want," she scolded him while gesturing to Kiba's crotch. Her hand dipped down and nodded when she felt the readiness of her body. "Okay, I'm ready," she told him, and he didn't waste a second jumping up and hastily kicking off his pants, losing only one sandal in the hasty process. His cock bobbed with all of his movements, weeping transparent fluids that ran down his length. Adjusting her hips, Tsunade braced herself on the chair as Kiba crawled up, causing them to slide slightly on the free wheels; somewhat frustrated that he was being prevented from finally piercing the Hokage with his aching erection, he twisted the chair and pushed them up against the wall behind the desk. Tsunade watched as Kiba grabbed his cock and steadied it with his hand, aligning it with her pussy.
Kiba licked his lips and paused just when he moved the head of his dick against her opening. "Do I… just do it?" he asked, still trying not to smile like a fool. He prayed that there were no objections.
"I told you: don't be so naïve," Tsunade snapped, a hand slipping behind Kiba's waist and using her super strength to pull him just a bit closer. The two of them shuddered when he sunk a little bit into her. Nothing else could stop him, so Kiba held onto the armrests and pushed his hips to Tsunade's. Manicured fingernails dug into the small of his back when he was securely nestled into her pussy, all nine inches.
"Oh, Hokage-sama," gasped Kiba, dropping his head to stare at their joined hips. She was… unbelievably tight! It shocked him, especially since she admitted that she had been around many times, probably twenty times more than he had. She must've kept her pussy in tiptop condition with her rejuvenating technique. He drew back only a few inches, and then plunged right back in, his grin broadening when she gasped from the feeling. There was no need to hold back any longer, and Kiba did as he did best. He grunted as he bucked hard against the platinum-haired woman, using his grip on the armrests to rock her against him on the chair.
Tsunade didn't hold back the soft moans that escaped her as Kiba fucked her harder than recent lovers had; for some reason, they thought that she was as frail as her age suggested, despite her appearance and reputation. An Inuzuka wouldn't let age interfere with sex. Kiba pounded into her with all the vigor he could muster, practically snarling from the feeling of great sex.
He paused after five minutes of fucking the Hokage to reach down, hoisting up her legs in the crook of his elbows for better penetration. Tsunade sunk into her chair to be better accustomed to this new position. It felt like he was reaching even deeper now as he pounded her mercilessly, the back of her head banging against the glass window.
When Kiba reached for her chest, she felt that she should rebuke him for such audacity, but then decided to let it slide; though she knew this was for medical aid, she couldn't deny that this was quite the satisfying fuck that she needed. She watched as her bouncing breasts were exposed. Kiba molested the duo of heavy globes of soft flesh, living out the Konoha dream by finally touching the chest that was the fantasy of all men. He pinched at her nipples and plucked at them. He took a sample of the remnants of his previous ejaculation to smear it over one nipple while the other nub was carefully covered with his hungry mouth. He suckled on her tit like a newborn, his fangs poking her supple breast.
The cushion of the chair had been drenched in Tsunade's juices. Kiba lifted her legs just a little higher and gave a few harder thrusts before pausing. The two took a moment to catch their breath, Kiba panting more heavily than her. He groped at her breasts a while longer, watching as their softness yielded to his touch. "Would it… be possible… to try a new position?" he requested breathlessly, finally connecting their eyes.
"What do you have in mind?" Tsunade asked before glancing down to watch his long erection slowly withdraw from her drenched vagina.
"Over the desk," Kiba simply said, nodding over to it. He hoped that she would while she glanced over at it, slowly dropping her legs so that her feet could rest on the floor. She mulled over the idea and decided to follow through. Why not? She stood up from the sex-wet chair and leaned over the desk.
She first dropped her head and sighed. Ponytails veiled either side of her face. Then she shot a glare over her shoulder as the horny Inuzuka scurried into position behind her. She would ignore the palm that admired the curve of her backside. "You'd better not think that this is anything more than a medical treatment," she said, partially lying to herself now that she was equally aroused. "Don't go around the village, telling them anything that I'll make you regret."
Kiba shook his head, undaunted by her threat simply because he was so ecstatic to be fucking her in the first place, no matter the reasoning. "Wouldn't dream of it," he said so carelessly that Tsunade foresaw him leaving this office to run to Naruto's house and tell him all the details of what had just transpired in the last hour. Such troubling thoughts were replaced with pleasure when Kiba's cockhead rubbed against her slit before finally pushing past her lovely folds. She fell against the surface of the desk, moaning softly while her big tits mashed against the wooden surface. She pushed back against Kiba when he gripped either side of her waist to pull her into his cock.
The otherwise empty room was filled with the sounds of sex: the wet slapping of skin on skin, low-pitched moans and grunts, and the rhythmic pounding of Tsunade's thighs against the desk. Tsunade dropped her head to rest the side of her face as she was rapidly fucked. When Kiba reached around to pinch and flick at her clit, she felt so close to cumming. What a delightful feeling that she had almost forgotten…
Her eyes widened when she suddenly felt something swelling at the base of Kiba's thrusting cock – the final part of the Inuzuka Bloodline. She picked herself up and looked back at the teenager. "K-kiba, are you okay?" she breathlessly asked.
With sweat glistening on his brow, Kiba nodded while staring down at his groin. Everything wasn't alright down there, in that a bulging had occurred at the base of his penis, resembling a dog's knot. He should have been concerned, but he didn't give a fuck. His testicles were pulling up, ready to pump out a healthy dosage of his semen. He took a deep breath and held it, bumping hard against Tsunade's pussy until he was lodged in the Hokage, connected by the securing knot. Now during his thrusts, he pulled her with him a bit, sometimes dislodging from her; whenever he did, he made sure to recreate the connection, even if it meant forcing himself into her with the aid of his hand.
His hips rocked a few more times before he reached down and picked up Tsunade's shapely, left leg, forcing her to roll slightly onto her right side. She moaned loudly as he shoved into her, stretching her amazingly with his knot. It was all that was needed to push her over the edge. He couldn't move in or out of her when her walls clenched around him in a powerful orgasm; her inhuman strength was not limited to her legs and arms, apparently. It was almost like being clutched in her very fist, flexing pleasantly to milk him of his seed. Her hand rolled over her exposed tit, pinching firmly at her nipple to increase the pleasure of the first orgasm she had in months.
"I'm… cumming," Kiba warned, tugging on Tsunade's waist until their hips were flush together. Tsunade simply nodded and looked down at their united crotches. Sure enough, she felt the erection wedged within her pulsate. She gasped lightly when liquid heat suddenly filled her insides. Kiba dropped forward, his chest pressing down on her back. He gave a few strangled grunts, his hips jerking ever so slightly as he expelled more of his abundant essence into the busty Hokage. Normally, he would worry about pregnancy, but he couldn't even think straight while having one of the best orgasms in his life.
As the last pulsations died down, Tsunade concentrated her chakra and touched her lower abdomen. A blue glow left her fingers and formed a quick seal that faded away on her skin. Kiba, while his head was so clouded with wonderful pleasures, could only assume that it was a pregnancy prevention jutsu.
Since there was only pleasure, Kiba was certain that his Bloodline Limit was satisfied. Still, he kept himself within Tsunade until the knotting of his cock deflated enough. Tsunade pulled forward a bit when he began to slip from her. Both grunted in unison when he finally left her with a pop. A heavy flow of thick, white jizz spilled from her slightly pulsating pussy, like a river after the dam was finally removed. Stupidly, Kiba apologized for the mess that was spilling over the floor; Tsunade dismissed him and said that it would be cleaned up in a bit.
Exhaling, Kiba staggered backward and caught himself on the windowsill. He glanced down at his flaccid member, glad to see that it had finally shrunken. "Looks like it worked," he said.
Tsunade, composing herself by running a hand through her slightly disheveled hair, stood up and immediately covered up her chest. "Of course it did," she said in a matter-of-fact tone. She gathered up her spandex and panties, though she did not put them on yet. "You should get dressed now. When you return home, take a shower. I don't want your mother or sister smelling proof of what had just happened."
Nodding, Kiba stumbled around, a little lightheaded from his incredible release. After a few minutes of clumsily trying to get dressed, he finally collected himself and made himself look at presentable as possible; he could try to pass off his perspiration as a workout sweat. He moved halfway out the window before turning back to the Hokage; she was dressed and comfortably settling down on her dried chair and getting ready to sip at her now-cold tea. She glanced at him and asked what he was looking at.
"Thank you," Kiba said, eyes shifting away awkwardly, "for the… help."
Tsunade simply let her cheek rest on her fist. "I'll warn you right now, Kiba: don't mention it… ever."
Kiba gave his word and leapt off to his home. A good shower was waiting for him when he got home, ready to rinse away all evidence of what happened between him and the Hokage. Tsunade hardly gave him a fleeting glance as she turned back to the small amount of paperwork that still required her attention. She rolled her eyes; Kiba kept her working late at the office.
What Kiba didn't know was that the Inuzuka Bloodline Limit wasn't so easily satisfied. He'd probably be back in a week or so. Tsunade knew that she would be up to taking care of him; she just hoped he could time their reunion at a more practical moment for her.