Naruto is owned by Kishimoto Masashi. Your tears, however, belong to me. Please post them overnight, I drink them with orphan blood.

Bijuu are literal forces of nature. Like an earthquake or tsunami they are unstoppable in their approach, invincible in battle. The only person in history to have ever even hurt a bijuu was the Sandaime Raikage, his method a secret taken to his grave.

The only method humanity had ever developed to defeat these terrible calamities was by sealing them away, a process that was by no means easy or painless. The weapons created by sealing these demons into humans, jinchuuriki, are almost as unstoppable as the demons themselves. The only way to truly defeat a Jinchuuriki being to either seal them along with their bijuu or use overwhelming force to assassinate them and seal the beast while it is struggling to reform itself.

Any other method risks the demon subsuming its host's consciousness and breaking free from its prison.

As such, any sane or at least mildly intelligent person, upon realizing a jinchuuriki was so much as ten miles away from them, would immediately say 'Nope!' and run the hell away. And while many might argue the case of Orochimaru's sanity, there are none who would question his intelligence.

Because there is no way in hell Orochi-fucking-maru didn't think to tell his elite soldiers that there was a fucking jinchuuriki who liked to hang around their target.

Jirobo had failed, the Konoha-nin tailing them had left one of their own to face him and split off to continue the chase. As Kidomaru stopped to take on the Hyuuga, however, Tayuya focused on the one who had almost tricked them. The unassuming, dorky, weak-looking blond who so perfectly matched the description of one of the six people in Konoha the Sound Four were to avoid at all costs. The one they were told was most likely to pursue them. The one she had been assigned to delay by their master, due to certain weaknesses she was in a position to take advantage of.

'Delay,' Tayuya thought ruefully, 'not stop. Not defeat.'

It rankled her pride that her master had all but assumed she could do nothing truly lasting to this opponent. Made her angry in a way she only felt when one of those silver-haired bastards beat her down and called her weak.

She was a sacrifice to the beast, a maiden presented to a dragon as tribute. But really, what else was she supposed to do when facing a Jinchuuriki?

No matter how weak or foolish the blond appeared, the fact remained that he could destroy all six of Orochimaru's elite soldiers with frightening ease should it come to that. Even his hypothesized weakness to genjutsu would become a trivial advantage once he began calling on the powers of his demon in earnest. The energies utilized by the curse seals would provide her some measure of protection from his dark power, she had been told, but would eventually be overcome by the sheer amount of chakra her foe could bring to bear.

A levee might hold against a river, after all, but it would do nothing to stop an ocean.

Her only chance then, the only way she would so much as see the sunrise the next day, was to strike hard and fast before he had the chance to use his true power.

With a vicious snarl Tayuya prepared to go all out right from the gate. She turned on a dime, using a large tree to both change her direction and hide her movements. As she ran she evoked the power of her seal; first the initial stage, then the second. She saw his eyes widen in surprise as he realized she was heading straight for him, relishing in his shock as her transformation suddenly increased her speed by ten-fold. Before he could so much as cry out she was upon him, using her crown of horns to gore him in the chest. The momentum behind her bull-rush collision lifted him off his feet, giving her the chance to wrap her arms around him and continue charging into the forest, separating her opponent from his comrades. Behind her she was just able to hear the sounds of battle as Sakon and Ukon engaged the lazy one and the dog, keeping their attention on the Uchiha's container and off of her.

She hated both those bastards, but at least they were competent enough to do their jobs.

After what had to have been at least a mile or two of full out sprinting, making sure to bash her foe against trees as she went, she finally stopped and took the chance to throw the blond as far away from her as possible. He screamed when her horns were suddenly ripped from his flesh, at least one had actually hooked under his ribs and torn them loose as they were freed. His trajectory was stopped by his back slamming into a large tree, causing blood and spittle to fly from his mouth. For any normal human Tayuya would have assumed this to be enough. As it was, she summoned her Doki and prepared her flute in record time.

She wasn't fighting a human, after all.

Her caution was quickly proven wise as the blond began to stand, screaming in anger and pain. She didn't even think he was using its power yet, but he somehow had the strength to ignore wounds even experience warriors would call 'debilitating'.

She began playing then.

Her Doki were upon him in an instant, club, katar, and gigantic feet beating him relentlessly. She watched her opponent become more and more frustrated as he was pummeled by unseen opponents, her genjutsu having long since trapped him in an illusory world. With each passing second his wounds became more and more terrible, though she had no doubt her opponent's body was extremely durable the sheer weight of her puppets gave their blows a quality all their own. Bones were broken and crushed, organs pulverized, limbs twisted, large holes punched in his flesh by giant daggers. With one final swing her club-wielding ogre buried the blond at least three feet into the ground.

There was a lot of blood.

Finally, Tayuya allowed herself to relax. Her supposedly near-invincible opponent seemed to be far less imposing without the chance to actually use his power. Now that he was dead, all that was left was to regroup with the other three and deliver the Uchiha to her master.

'And to think I was actually afraid of fighting that shri-'

"Raaaaaahhhhhh!"

A roar that physically could not have been produced by the human form rung out from the crater her foe had been buried in. With it a wave of pressure exploded outward, shattering the club which held him down and blowing her Doki away. Even as far from the actual fighting as she had been Tayuya was still blown ass-over-hat into a large tree.

That's when she felt the Killing Intent. It was not cold or calculating like her master's, it was raw, primal, angry.

It felt like fire in her veins, like she was breathing razor blades, like every inch of her body existed only to cause her pain. She saw visions of death and destruction and, when she fearfully looked up at her foe, she saw that they had been prophetic.

Trees had been uprooted, the ground cratered, her Doki all dismembered and crushed. In the center of it all crouched a figure, clad in roiling, burning, chakra, with hellish crimson eyes.

Everything within a meter of the figure was burning, dissolving, as if he were a raging inferno. As the figure stood Tayuya watched transfixed as the majority of that evil chakra receded into his body, wounds steaming as they healed at an unnatural pace. Bent limbs twisted back into proper position, burst organs reformed, muscle and skin reknit. When it was over the terrible aura he had held only moments before had been reduced to a barely visible glow. The ground was no longer melting under his power, the air no longer felt like death.

Then Tayuya met his raging, slit, eyes and felt his desire to bring her pain.

'M-my spirits! They're all I've got left!'

She raised the flute to her lips once more, only to gasp in fear as the monster appeared before her in a blur, snatching her weapon from her and tossing it far into the forest.

"Aah!"

She fell onto her ass in terror, trembling as the shorter blond seemed to tower over her. She felt tears gather in her eyes as the threat of imminent death became apparent.

"I-I don't want to die…" a familiar voice whispered. With a start Tayuya realized it was hers. In that moment, the total futility of her actions crashed into her like a thunderbolt.

'I never stood a chance…I-I knew that going into this, but…I didn't realize what that meant until now…I'm doomed…even if I were to escape, even if I lived, Orochimaru-sama would make my suffering legendary for failing to stall long enough…but…but how did he expect me to stall in the first place? He knew what I was facing, what he was asking me to fight…he should have known that I could never take something like this straight on, even when exploiting its weak-'

Then Tayuya remembered one other…weakness she had been selected to exploit. A last resort only she could exploit out of all her teammates.

After all, as far as they knew her target only liked girls.

'And well,' the voice of her master echoed in her memory, 'teenage boys do have certain…needs.'

Tayuya began to weep openly. He…her master had said that like he had been joking. She…she had thought he was joking, had laughed. He couldn't possibly ask her to-

A clawed hand gripped her neck tightly, cutting off her windpipe and picking her up bodily, only to slam her against a tree. The blow disoriented her, but, only for a moment due to her cursed durability. But then the hand around her throat began to tighten, squeezing more and more air out of her as she was held a foot off the ground. Her hands flew up to claw at his limb, eliciting a feral snarl from him. Tayuya thought he sounded more like a tiger than a man.

'I-I have no choice!' she thought desperately. With her strength waning she committed herself to one, final, desperate, ploy at survival. To live, she was willing to do anything.

Even let this demon have his way with her.

A hand slipped from his wrist, falling to her side. With her strength draining away it rose sluggishly to cup the blonde's crotch. Weakly, she then began stroking his member through his trousers, rousing it to wakefulness.

The blond stopped as unexpected sensations began to radiate from between his legs, his grip weakening slightly from surprise. Emboldened by this small victory, Tayuya began rubbing him more vigorously. As her movements became faster and stronger the blond demon gave her more and more slack, his burning rage warring with his primal need to, well, fuck. The dichotomy leaving him bewildered and unsure of what to do. Finally Tayuya was lowered to the ground and tentatively released. Immediately she began choking and gasping for breath. Her ministrations tapered off due to her shift in attention, a shift that rapidly turned the other direction when, with a lack of stimulation, the blond's anger began to overcome his arousal. A low, confused, growl was all Tayuya needed to remind her of her situation. Frantically she returned to her stroking, two hands quickly bringing him back to his previous threshold.

As his pants grew tighter and tighter Tayuya noticed him become increasingly agitated. It took her only a moment of uncomprehendingly staring at his sizable bulge before she realized the restriction must be uncomfortable. With shaking fingers one of her hands moved to undo what was left of his pants, most of his clothes having been destroyed between their battle and the unleashing of his power. The charred remains of his trousers were quickly pulled down, actually tearing away due to their lack of integrity. She dropped the tattered cloth in shock when she realized that, besides a few lingering scraps, her foe was completely naked.

Naked and obviously aroused.

It pointed at her head like a cannon, throbbing and turgid. She felt her head become dizzy at the sight of it, mouth watering and nipples hardening despite herself. With a low growl and a shift of his hips the blond shoved his member into her face, instincts driving him to grab her literally by the horns and aim for her mouth, pressing the tip against her lips. Her hands rose, half to continue stroking and half to restrain him, before she realized doing anything less than whatever he wanted whenever he wanted it would probably get her killed. With that in mind she swallowed thickly and tentatively parted her lips, eyes widening as he surged forwards immediately to use her mouth and throat like a pussy.

Her eyes began to water as her face was fucked, tongue working unconsciously to lather his throbbing manhood. It was hot in her mouth and had a musky taste. Even as she choked his pole down her throat she found herself thinking the experience wasn't that bad. Of course, this was simply because of how tough she was in her current form. Having no prior experience and being driven to an animalistic state by the Kyuubi's chakra, Naruto was being far rougher than he usually would. Like a dog in heat his primitive mind could only comprehend driving himself into her moist cavern as fast as possible in an effort to satisfy himself. There was no consideration for her pleasure, nor where her needs taken into account.

Tayuya, on the other hand, was a rough girl by nature. A rowdy tomboy. Even in her base form she would always prefer being taken wildly over soft lovemaking. The near psychotic tendencies induced by her curse seal only amplified this facet of her personality. In short, she really, really, really liked it rough, even if she didn't realize it. Liked it fast, dirty, and hard.

She was going to get what she wanted, too.

She felt his thrusts become more desperate, felt the pulsing of his schlong quicken. Her foggy brain tried to warn her of something, tried to remember something similar happening in some trashy, orange, book she had read once. She only realized what was happening as he buried himself completely inside her and unleashed his load with a roar.

"Mmph!"

Her eyes widened as she felt a torrent of thick, boiling, cum erupt down her gullet. It stuck thickly to the walls of her throat, caking them and slowly sliding down to her stomach. Her head became hazy at the sensation, her tongue continuing to draw out more and more jizz, her mouth sucking lightly on his head.

'More, more, more…'

With an audible gasp from both parties his cock was pulled from her mouth. Tayuya fell back as she suddenly found herself free to breathe again. For a moment she actually regretted things ending so soon.

Then her partner growled again, and she looked up wide-eyed as his dick rapidly returned to its previous state.

"You-you're already hard again?"

He launched himself at her, landing atop her prone form. He pinned her to the ground, arms held above her head at the wrists with a single hand.

"Hah…"

His fingers twitched, clawed hand swinging down to tear her shirt off her. Her breast bindings were shredded, allowing her girls to bounce freely. He tore off her pants soon after. Tayuya actually felt herself become embarrassed as her unflattering underpants were exposed, though Naruto wasn't really in a state to notice, tearing them away as well to expose a small patch of dark-pink curls.

He began to grope her chest with his free hand, palming a tit as he lapped at her neck with a long, hot, tongue. Her head became cloudy again.

'I…why was I so afraid of this?'

The reason came to her when she felt an enormous, hot, pole pressing against her opening.

With a gruff moan he fucked his cock into her sopping channel, dragging a semi-reluctant wail from her throat.

It was nothing like what she expected. Sex was supposed to feel good, but this, this was beyond anything she had imagined on those lonely nights in Sound.

With every powerful thrust Tayuya became more and more aroused until she was actively throwing her body against him, pelvis to pelvis, bouncing tits to taught pecs.

She was bigger than him, and it soon reached the point where the blonde was forced to release her arms in order to thrust the way his instincts demanded, spearing himself as deep inside the horny rosette as he could reach.

Her hands then reached out to his body, caressing every muscle, squeezing wherever she pleased. His flesh was warm and hard against her, and every inch drove her onwards in a carnal frenzy more suited to beasts than humans.

As she gorged herself on his body, she began to observe the man thrusting on top of her.

She looked him in the eye, looking past his blood-red iris' to gaze at the contours of his face, the way his hair glimmered in the sunlight. Her hands ran down his arms and chest, stroking his abdominals, before wrapping around his sides to grope his buttocks.

'He really is so handsome…'

As his thrusts picked up speed she moaned and mewled in satisfaction, her hands pulling his crotch towards her own, her legs wrapping themselves around his waist, her hips driving to meet his thrust for thrust.

Eventually she began to chant, her flooded with pleasure and primal lust.

"I love you…I love you…I love you…"

Naruto stopped when he heard her, looked at her in shock even in his primal state. She continued humping him as if he never halted, as if she was truly enjoying this with every fiber of her being. Deep inside him, past the demon, in a dark corner of his mind, something seemed to break. He began to cry, even as he had no idea why. All he knew was that something wasn't right, that he wasn't supposed to hear those words, and that he wanted her to stop talking. He grabbed her neck again, squeezing as his thrusts began anew with even more fervent strength. Instead of stopping, however, Tayuya seemed to become even more emboldened by his actions.

"Yes…I love it when you're rough…please fuck me…don't ever stop fucking me!"

He shut her up by slamming his mouth onto hers.

They kissed, ravenous and molten, pain and desire both could barely recognize warring with each other. Their tongues wrestled in each other's mouths, fighting for dominance. Only, even when she was on the cusp of victory, Tayuya always submitted herself to him.

He had dominated her more thoroughly than she had ever thought possible, mated her.

Their thrusts became more and more desperate as they reached their ends. Eventually, it was Tayuya who came first. Her insides wrapping his member tightly and milking him for his seed. He obliged with a groan, the flood of hot semen extending her orgasm. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head, her tongue lolled out as she panted.

'Ah…this sensation…how wonderful would it be if I became pregnant? Then we could be together forever…'

"I love you…"

Edited 5/16/16: I kind of rushed it yesterday so I just wanted to touch it up a bit. Don't worry, I never make major changes to my work. At least, not without posting an Author's Note at the end.

Edited 5/17/16: Missed some grammatical errors. Please feel free to mark any you see in your reviews, any help to make my writing skills better will always be appreciated.

This story came from my frustration at the plot hole caused by Kishi not really thinking through the whole 'Bijuu and Jinchuuriki' thing till Shippudden. There is no way in hell anyone, much less Orochimaru just disregarded a four-foot walking doomsday device because it didn't look like much. ...Are you fucking kidding me! At this point in the story and for a long time afterwards the Kyuubi was thought to be the strongest being on the goddamn planet! How the hell did people just walk past Naruto without going 'Oh...you're Cthulu'.

...Sorry for the rant, this shit just gets me. As always please give constructive criticism and positive reviews only.

Edited 7/9/2017: Okay...not gonna lie, I tried to get this done too fast, and had always felt unsatisfied. I think I wanted to write something dark, but I went a bit out of my comfort zone to do so and some parts didn't really mesh with the others as a result. So, I re-wrote the ending. Not as fucked up, but I think that was the point of redoing it so I'm calling it a win.