It wasn't supposed to happen this way.
Sakura bit her lip and squirmed under the dichromatic man's ministrations. He stood above her, shading her blushing skin from the dappled sunlight.
It was supposed to be just a routine mission, just the regular enforcing of the border against the Akatsuki and any of their plans. But judging from the way the breeze blew, making Zetsu's red-and-black-patterned cloak flutter near the ends. She was looking for Akatsuki, well, Akatsuki had found her. She had sensed a chakra signature, and been on her guard. She hadn't expected Zetsu to morph easily out of a tree, flesh melding with rough bark. He was truly elite, to have caught her in this situation. And now she was immobilized, held in place by large, thick vines of varying color and length strong enough so that even her chakra-enhanced strength couldn't fray them. But the strangest thing was that they seemed to come from this mysterious man from the Akatsuki. They tied her between two trees, limbs sprawled about puppet-like until Zetsu decided to move them. And moving they were.
"You sick bastard – let me go," Sakura threatened in her darkest voice as vines crept over her body. They slithered under her clothing, surprisingly damp and pleasing. Soon the vines were all over her body, almost alive, writhing over her soft flesh eagerly. Goosebumps rose on her skin at the peculiar contact. "What the hell is this for? Who are you?"
The flytrap opened slightly, teeth separating, to reveal gleaming gold eyes, and then yawed wide until a face could be seen. The man inside cleared his throat.
"Well you see," his white side began, "One must mate to spread his seed."
"So that means we're going to fuck you good," the black side finished, licking his lips.
"No no, not like that," the white side replied, "That would be awful."
"It needs to be done, and so it shall; hell if I sugar-coat it," the black half sneered.
A cold trickle went down Sakura's neck at the arguing. This guy – this guy was . . .
A terrible ripping sound filled the air as her clothes blew to ribbons under the plants' pressure. Sakura flinched at the noise, closing her eyes involuntarily. Next thing she knew when she opened them, Zetsu was standing right in front of her.
"I told you she was a beautiful specimen," the black half smiled, revealing the points of his teeth, "She will be perfect for our seedlings."
The white half of his face blushed as his eye roamed her naked body.
"Touch her," the black half ordered.
Oh so carefully, Zetsu reached out a white hand to cup her breast gently. "She's so soft," Zetsu stated, "Like rich soil. You're right; they will grow well here." He stoked the skin there, prompting a slow warmth to start growing in Sakura's belly. "Come my children, meet your mother." The vines writhed with more enthusiasm than before, if possible for a plant.
"Let us make her ready," the black side suggested.
The pink-haired girl swallowed a moan as the end of one vine teased her nipple, occasionally flicking the fleshy tip or curling around to squeeze. Zetsu smirked as Sakura's head fell back, a cooing sound leaving her mouth as leaves fluttered against her bare skin, her shirt long since in shreds on the forest floor.
"Do you like that?" he asked her, tilting his head slightly, "It sounded like a good noise."
Sakura looked at his golden eyes. "No, I don't," she replied, brow furrowing in distaste at his statement, knowing he was right but refusing to admit it.
"Ah, kunoichi, don't lie," the black half of the man's face ordered, "I can smell you." The vines stretched her legs almost into a split, leaving her completely vulnerable and exposed. He reached for her open pussy, rubbing a black finger along a swelling lip.
"Don't touch me!" Sakura shuddered, summoning her strength against the vines to claw a hand across his face. That touch had sent electric heat straight into her bloodstream, making places burn and ache that she didn't want to think about. Blood began to dribble out of the cuts, and he licked the red liquid with a relish that made Sakura's hair stand on end.
"Yummy," Zetsu exclaimed.
"I'm sure you taste divine though," the black side leered, licking the finger he had her touched with, a glimmer of juices on the tip, "However, we won't be eating you – not this time."
The vines slithered over her breasts in abandon, creeping downwards. The first tips of the plants touched her pink feminine folds, and Sakura jumped, her face bright red. "Stop," she pleaded again, trying to prevent the inevitable. Then the long lengths slipped inside her, and nothing else came from her mouth but a breathless gasp. The greenery slid against her inner walls, feeling little resistance. Thoroughly, the slick vines began to fuck her long and slow. Her eyes practically rolled back in her head.
"Mmn . . . nnn . . . stop . . . oh . . .," Sakura begged, trying to win against her own traitorous body. She could do nothing to stop the pleasurable sensations jumping around her nerves. The plants twirled and knotted and stretched until she was panting, sweat beading on her brow. She was so close to wherever this feeling of desire was leading her. With a sucking sound, the vines removed themselves from her now-stretched hole, coated with her essence. Sakura moaned, her chest heaving. Never had she felt this good.
"May I taste her?" Zetsu asked.
"She is yours now."
A long, deliberate, but tentative tongue licked along her slippery folds. Sakura screamed at the new feeling as he found her clit and sucked on it eagerly.
"Wonderful," he noticed, "Absolutely wonderful."
"Take her now," Zetsu commanded, "She is ready."
He popped the buttons on his cloak, letting it fall to the ground. Despite Sakura's condition, she was still intrigued when she saw that his flytrap merged with his body, ending somewhere along his torso to grow back into flesh. His pants hung low on his hips, and a large bulge jutted out from the otherwise smooth seams. With a decisive click, they fell to the ground as well. Zetsu's full glory stood out proudly, and yes, the same color division between his body stayed the same. He took hold of her hips gently, guiding himself to Sakura's dripping entrance.
"Please . . . don't," Sakura tried one last time, "You don't want to do this."
"Kunoichi, you'll find we do. And so will you," Zetsu replied.
Her nether lips, beaded with moisture, easily parted to his thick length. She shrieked at the new feeling, his member stretching her deliciously wide, heavy flesh finally filling her empty hole. She dug her fingernails into her palms as he began to move, leaving red crescents in their wake. His hips eagerly pistoned into hers, providing the sustenance she needed. "Nnrg . . . haa . . . haa . . . mnn . . . please . . . ooh . . ." Sakura ground out, her eyes half-lidded with the pleasure.
"Don't hold back," the white half ordered, his face red.
"Yeah, scream if you want. It turns me on," the black half demanded.
"Oh . . . please . . ." Sakura moaned, "Just . . . haa . . ."
Zetsu bent over to lick her protruding hipbone. A sharp nip to the area left a raw spot as he tore away a piece of flesh. Blood streamed from the injury, and happily, Zetsu laved his tongue over it. Her blood was sharp with the taint of metal, as of others, but possessed a tang that made him want more. It was exactly like the way her juices tasted.
This was what sent Sakura over the edge. The spike of pain amidst the pleasure – then the sensitive pressure he gave her in that same spot. With a soundless scream, her back bowed. It was sunbursts and sparklers and heaven. She felt like she was floating above her body, watching the erotic scene between herself and the mysterious Akatsuki.
Zetsu continued to thrust into her, even after she had exploded and her muscles had gripped his cock in a way that made him see stars. She was ready for planting, perfect for it. A gush of hot fluid dripped out around his member as she came.
With a grunt, Zetsu spread her legs as far as they would go, abandoning his spot on her hipbone to drive into her. Once, twice, and three more times before he was bursting inside of her, spreading his children, leaving bruises where he touched. Hot, sticky seed filled Sakura's womb, clinging to life. With a last shudder, Zetsu withdrew himself, barely able to stand. He stumbled to pick up his clothing, lowering Sakura to the ground where she lay boneless on the moss beneath her.
After putting his pants and cloak back on, he paused over her still body. Her pink hair was splayed over the greenery, limbs bonelessly drooping. He pulled up a leg, examining. Indeed, his children had been sown, his sperm coating her insides. He let the limb flop back down.
Zetsu began to walk away, when an afterthought stopped him. He grew a day lily out of the ground and laid it on her breast tenderly. Then he left, and when Sakura woke up, so would the sun be.