disclaimer:No Naruto for me or you to own. Please read and review! This chappy ( just about all of them) contains strong sexual content. A Girl Named Akatsuki
Pein led the quivering girl to a small house. It was bleaker then any she had ever seen before. The ground was dead and grey. What plants that were outside had long-since wilted. The house was black and grey with no windows and a single white door.
The inside was worse, if at all possible. The only light came from black candles and dingy oil-lamps. The carpet was thick and crimson-stained eggshell-white. Black walls graced by blood hung bare and covered in holes. A navy futon was stuffed to the brim with plans and books and letters and pictures. The whole thing was topped off with spiderwebs and squeaks.
The kitchen was the same only with tile that was grey, grimy granite. A fridge and a matching silver sink and oven sat moodily in the corner while a black table with red and white table-clothes stood back in the most lighted area that was to be held. Thirteen mixed and random chairs sat around the table in a tangled jumble.
Pein grunted and showed Akatsuki to her room. It was royal purple with silk. The bed was large, had stains of an unsavory making, and riped hangings. A golden vanity was covered in a manner of graffiti. The mirror was cracked and the stool was mangled and cushoin-less. A redwood rotting dresser sat next to the door.
Pein looked at the bed and at her. Lust filled his eyes. She looked around the room and was completely off her guard. Pein threw her onto the bed. A spring moaned in protest and a dust cloud rose. Unlike before, Pein simply ripped the clothes from her body. They fell to tatters at the foot of the bed. His cloak was thrown off on top of them.
"Please...not again...not yet..." Her voice gave out to a reluctant moan has Pein stroked her thigh.
His stroke ended in a most painful pinch.
He was pinning both of her hands with one of his own. Her legs were spread wide, pinned by shear exhaustion. Pein was between her legs, head by her chest. He sucked on her pale, pert nipples. He bit down hard as he could. She yelped like a poodle in pain. He pulled part of the torn net off with his teeth. He spit it back out on the floor.
"Please...no more..." She looked at him pleadingly.
Pein ignored her as expected. He reached to the side of the bed and pulled out spiked straps. He held her arms up and strapped her in. The spikes dug into her skin, drawing large droplets of blood. Akatsuki started to cry pitifully. He did the same to her legs.
He looked at the sight under him, his erection growing exponentially fast. He shoved his cock right into her without warning or ease. She arched her back with pain. He smirked and thrust himself as deep into her as he could. Tears sprang from her eyes and blood drizzled down his throbbing member. He trust even further in as he poon clenched his cock like an iron vice. He slid out partially and shoved back in with great force and speed.
She just lay there, unable to move as he pleasured her against her will. She tried to squeeze him out, but the pain only turned him on more, making her hurt worse. She tried to struggle but was far too weak from earlier. She wondered how he was not yet tired.
He started to slow down, ever so slightly, feeling the almighty climax approach. He gained momentum for one last thrust and gave it his all. She screamed out his name. He cummed insider her and fell on top of her panting heavily.
Both laid there as pensive as can be. He was just staying to rest up. He was was wondering if he'd actually let her in. He'd talk it over with the others after they've had a go. He probably wouldn't though. But he might just keep her as his own little sex toy after all was said and done. She was trying to figure out why she yelled his name out. Never before had that happened.
