Chapter 9
Kisame came up to the edge of the bed, his muscled abdomen at a level with Sakura's face. She ran her hand lightly over his blue skin, tracing the hard abs and the veins along his hips, then hooked her finger in the waistband of his pants and pulled it to draw him towards her. He obliged by moving closer, his big hand reaching out to cup her cheek and slide into her hair to cradle the back of her head. She could feel how careful he was being with his enormous strength, the constant control he needed to maintain everywhere except in battle.
So naturally, Sakura decided to dismantle that restraint. She'd had enough people treat her like china for a lifetime, and this was one night of freedom she had allowed herself. So she leaned forward, and licked a trail up from the top of his pants to his belly button. Kisame jerked, a strangled growl escaping and eyes dilating sharply as she held his gaze in a challenging, teasing smirk. His hand tightened involuntarily in her hair, and the already intimidating bulge strained against his pants so hard she could feel his heartbeat pulse through.
Hidan settled his hands around the part of Sakura's thighs where they met her ass and held her suspended in place so he could slowly, firmly piston his own hips up towards hers. He had enough strength that she didn't have to worry about moving, allowing her to also pay attention to the man beside her.
Kisame's hooded eyes were dilated and focused unerringly on Sakura as she bit her lip and deftly undid the button of his pants. Instead of opening them all the way, she trailed her fingers across the outline of his member, which was already putting the zipper to the test. The sheer size of what strained against his pants made her pause, half in intimidation and half in anticipation. In response, Kisame gave a toothy grin, and moved his own hand to cup himself through his pants, before moving the zipper down with agonizing, teasing slowness.
He finally freed his straining member from the confines of the material, and stroked lightly, right in front of Sakura's face. She swallowed, her eyes drawn to the impressive girth in front of her. Not only was it long, but it was about as thick as her forearm, and she had serious doubts that it would fit in her mouth, much less anywhere else. A particularly well-angled thrust from Hidan beneath her made her go cross-eyed, though, and she suddenly had no room for logistical concerns or apprehension in her mind anymore: just desire.
He hissed when her small hand touched him at last, and Sakura bit her lip curiously as she tried to encircle the length with her fingers, her thumb a good inch away from her middle finger. She weighed it in her palm, stroked it lightly, and it pulsed in her hand, making her suppress a giggle. Sakura chanced another glance up at Kisame, and his expression made the laughter evaporate: the look on his face was of such intense need that she decided to stop teasing.
Refocusing on the object in front of her, Sakura leaned forward and licked off a bead of pre-cum from the tip with her tongue, tasting it experimentally. It wasn't bad: salty, musky, yet also somehow fresh. She put the whole tip in her mouth, swirling her tongue around it like a lollipop, and heard a choked sound from Kisame above her. Taking it as approval, Sakura put her hands on the member and stroked lightly, while beginning to bob her head up and down. She'd not done this much before, much less with such a…large specimen, so this was an exploration. She alternated licking, sucking, finding the silky texture in her mouth unexpectedly arousing. Both of Kisame's hands settled in her hair helplessly, and she glanced up to see a desperate expression on his face.
As she got into a good rhythm, Hidan took that as a cue to pick up his pace, adjusting his angle until it was hard for her to concentrate.
Suddenly he stopped, picked her up by the hips, and turned her around effortlessly so her back was facing him. She glimpsed Deidara sitting up in the first bed, very obviously enjoying the show. He winked at her and stroked himself as the two nin maneuvered her so that Kisame was directly in front of her, making it easier to put her mouth on him.
Sakura arched her back and eagerly moved along when the Jashinist directed her hips to sink down onto him once more, needing to feel him inside her again. He grabbed the globes of her ass with his hands and groaned at the way it flexed and moved when she continued rocking on top of him. The angle was hitting a whole new hotspot inside her, and she moaned, the pleasure starting to spiral upwards once more. Kisame's hands went back to cradling her head and he brought his member to her lips, sliding past her opened mouth and against her tongue before retreating. She tried to follow it, but he held her head in place as he started lightly moving against her mouth.
The dual invasion was unlike anything she'd ever felt before, Hidan beneath her and Kisame thrusting slowly, shallowly into her mouth. They soon fell into a synchronized rhythm- as she moved off Hidan's cock, Kisame's went all the more deeply in her mouth, and as soon as she slid off, Hidan's hands urged her to sink down on him again. Sakura felt enveloped, nearly overwhelmed with pleasure, and could only hold on to Kisame's strong hips as the two men moved her between them. She felt her body begin to tingle all over, and moaned against Kisame, who groaned at the humming sensation and drove even deeper into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat. She struggled to keep her throat relaxed and keep breathing as Hidan's hands changed the angle ever so slightly, to push deeper.
Hidan began to talk, his low, smooth voice pushing her arousal to new heights.
"Fuck, princess, that's right, give it all up. You know you fucking want to, loving the way we work you, feeling two cocks invading you, filling you to the brim." Here, he tilted her hips forward, his cock dragging against her inner walls wetly as he moved under her. "You feel so goddamn perfect, taking it all like a good girl," he praised, "You know no-one else can stroke you like this, allow you to lose control, make you feel so fucking good and tight and hot," He punctuated the word with a sharp slap to her buttock. Sakura whimpered against Kisame's girth in her mouth, the sound coming out muffled.
"Did your pansy-ass village boys leave you cold and dry? As if their tame moves and tiny dicks could satisfy you like you need. You need men, not boys, pleasing you—" Here his fingers slid wetly along the cleft of her ass—"taking you—" He pressed against her puckered hole—"fucking you like you need to be fucked," he goaded, and pushed his thumb, slick with her juices, into her unexplored entrance. The unexpected intrusion, combined with his dark, dirty words slithering into her mind and dismantling her inhibitions, pushed Sakura over the edge.
She came hard, clenching like a vise around Hidan, sending him into his own orgasm with a curse as he shuddered under her, the pulsations of his cock deep inside her making her ride out a second wave right on top of the first. Sakura distantly heard Deidara curse and come with his own groan in the next bed, while Kisame left her mouth and brought his face down to hers instead, swallowing her cries with his lips and tongue as she shattered in their arms. Her vision went white for a second, and then she came back to herself, trembling against Hidan and answering Kisame's thorough kiss with a sigh.
Sakura climbed off Hidan and further into Kisame's lap, as he sank down onto the bed. She winced a little at the soreness that made itself known as she moved. After such a long period of near-celibacy, her body just wasn't used to this kind of abuse, and Deidara and Hidan weren't exactly small. She focused briefly, and generated a small amount of medical chakra, running her hand between her legs to ease the soreness. This had an unexpected tingling effect, and incredulously, she felt her libido sluggishly returning once more.
What is this, let the beast out of its cage once and it's never satisfied, huh? She thought wryly. Sakura glanced up at Kisame, whose expression was still tight with need.
The blue giant was obviously restraining himself, even with an armful of pink-haired medic that had made herself comfortable on his lap. Glancing down, she saw that his erection was still raging hard, straining towards her like a shark towards the scent of prey. The analogy made her suppress a snicker, and, feeling far too comfortable in the arms of a shinobi monster, Sakura entwined her hands around Kisame's neck and adjusted herself so that her most intimate part pressed against his length.
Kisame froze, his hands slowly sliding up her legs to her hips as she straddled him, and he rallied for control. It wouldn't do to hurt the petite kunoichi, and he knew from experience that women might want a bit of beast chasing them, but rarely as far as the bed. The last girl he'd 'been' with had started crying just as he entered her, despite her confidence approaching him earlier. It had taken all of his willpower to stop and let her run off, though he'd taken that edge off later by cutting his way through a squadron of hunter-nin on his trail. The blue ninja may be a monster and a remorseless killer, but he wasn't a rapist, or unlike Hidan, much of a sexual sadist.
He was therefore understandably wary when Sakura so flippantly pressed against him, testing all of his self-control. Her delicate fingers settled on his neck, an act he would normally never tolerate, especially from a confirmed A-rank ninja. Though having seen her brief demonstration out by the hot springs, Kisame suspected she was close to an S-rank designation, if she wasn't there already.
At the moment, though, Kisame was getting close to losing control, what with her lithe body pressed so firmly against his, the mischievous look in her eye, and the trails of fire her fingers left on his skin. He needed to clear his head, before he ended up hurting the little minx.
Sakura was forced to hold on as Kisame suddenly stood, his large hands bracing under her thighs to hold her against him, and strode over to the bathroom.
Inside, he went straight to the large shower where she'd cleaned off what seemed like ages ago, and turned the water on, putting them both under the spray. Sakura slid down his body and took the opportunity to trail her arms down his water-slicked skin. His muscles bunched up beneath her fingers, and she put her hand on his still-throbbing member and weighed it experimentally. With that, his control snapped.
Kisame lunged forward and pressed her up against the tiled wall in a bruising kiss, barely avoiding nicking her with his sharp teeth. His tongue invaded her mouth immediately, thoroughly exploring it until she could only helplessly hold on to his powerful shoulders as her knees threatened to buckle. The intensity of his assault combined with the overwhelmingly strong chakra buffering against her own felt like a hurricane assaulting her senses, until she was drowning in his arms.
He reached behind her thigh and lifted her up so she could wrap her legs around his waist, and kept a slight distance between their bodies. The blue giant brought one hand between them, and thrust two fingers without hesitation into her drenched pussy, then shortly after added a third. Sakura clenched around him, close to orgasm from the unexpected intrusion, her sensitivity high even after healing herself.
"Damn," he muttered, "Still too tight, Kitten." His voice sounded strained, frustrated—he withdrew, and made a brief handsign.
Suddenly a trail of water coalesced into a thick tendril, then defied gravity and slithered up her inner thigh to press against her entrance. Sakura gasped, and looked up to see his hooded gaze burning into hers as he gauged her reaction to the intrusion. In truth, compared to even his fingers, the water tendril was slight and hardly strained her inner muscles as it entered her slowly. At his direction, it undulated, pressing directly against Sakura's g-spot, before starting to rotate slowly, wetly within her. Sakura shuddered and arched hard against the intrusion.
Still holding her gaze, Kisame added a handsign and suddenly the water tendril swelled inside her, stretching her to the point where it was slightly uncomfortable. Sakura squirmed, and Kisame directed it to flex against her inner spot again. Her gasp of pleasure drew a pleased smirk from the former mist nin, and she could only hold onto his biceps as he supported her thighs with his hands, her legs feeling about as strong as a newborn foal's. His predatory gaze was entirely focused on where his water animation was beginning to undulated shallowly in and out of her entrance, growing incrementally larger every time it felt any give. Sakura was panting, the warm, wet intrusion unlike anything she'd ever felt before, squirming inside her and stretching her out to her limits.
Finally, Kisame deemed the jutsu had done it's job preparing her, or perhaps couldn't wait any longer, watching Sakura tremble in his arms. He dispelled the water jutsu, which left her body in a warm flush of wetness, and pressed the engorged head of his cock against her entrance.
Rather than press into her himself, Kisame let gravity do the work, slowly easing down his support and letting Sakura slide down on his cock inch by inch. Even with the preparation, Sakura felt split nearly past her limit as Kisame worked his way slowly inside of her, his powerful hips trembling minutely with the effort of holding still and not just pushing all the way into her at once.
Finally, just when she thought she couldn't possibly take anymore inside of her, he was sheathed to the hilt. Her body tried to resist the splitting pressure, convulsing around Kisame's girth, making him clench his teeth while he waited for her to relax into him. Slowly, the uncomfortable fullness tipped more into pleasure, and Sakura squirmed in the giant's hold, tightening her legs around his waist in encouragement. Kisame obliged, dragging his hips out 'til only the tip was left within Sakura, and pushing back in again. This time, the overwhelming pressure brought nothing but ecstasy as he managed to brush against every single one of her hotspots in one go, and Sakura moaned loudly, scratching her blunt fingernails along Kisame's chest.
"Fuck, Kitten, you feel so incredibly good and tight," Kisame ground out, his pupils blown wide and his sharp teeth flashing. Bracing one blue hand against her hip, the other firmly clasping her buttock, he started to increase the pace until he was thrusting with animalistic abandon into her tight heat. Wildly, Sakura matched him for every move, the slight pain from his huge girth only adding to her pleasure and chipping away at her sanity. When the head of his cock pushed hard against her g-spot on the next thrust, Sakura surprised herself by falling into an orgasm, convulsing around his length and crying out his name.
Kisame didn't even pause, relentlessly continuing to move against her as she fell to pieces around him. As Sakura came down from the white haze of pleasure a bit, he suddenly withdrew. She found herself being pushed around to face the wall, hands against the tile and back arched to present her ass to the shark nin. He trailed a hand down her back to her hip, and lifted her up to her tip-toes, stepping up and pressing his length back into her.
As he worked his way in, Kisame braced a hand on the wall above Sakura, caging her by his giant bulk. With more room to maneuver, he upped the pace and strength of his thrusts. The blue giant hit her cervix with a burst of pleasure-pain every time, his heavy balls slapping audibly against her clit. Sakura was utterly helpless, held down by his masculine bulk, and sobbed out a broken moan as her world narrowed entirely to the man behind her.
The petite kunoichi shivered as she felt a rough palm cup her ass cheek and a wide thumb press into the same tight hole Hidan had been so obsessed with earlier. He paused, considering, then she heard him repeat the jutsu from earlier and felt that familiar water tendril replace his finger against her ass. The thin strand dipped into the hole, then engorged a bit, and started thrusting in time with Kisame's own movements. At that moment, the unfamiliar feeling only added to the sensitivity she was feeling.
All of it soon proved to be too intense for Sakura, and with a shaky cry, she fell apart in his arms once again. Her legs buckled, and the shark-man held her hips up as her contractions caused his own rhythm to stutter and break. He came in hard pulses inside her with a strangled groan, clenching his hands around her hips hard enough to bruise.
Finally spent, Sakura could only lean against him as he moved her out of the shower, dried them both off with a big towel and carried her out into the room.
Kisame took her straight to the giant carpet where it had all began, and lay her down on it. Sakura immediately burrowed her face into the plush white fur, threading her fingers through the fire-warmed softness. She felt warm, content, a blink away from a deep sleep. Dimly, she noticed three forms settling around her: a blue giant on her left, a white-haired sadist on her right, and a lithe blonde slithering up between her legs up to rest his head on her hip. Sakura yawned, and between one breath and the next, fell into a well-deserved sleep.
A/N: Alright, that's the last of the hardcore smut for a good while! While I didn't give them a full-on foursome yet, I also didn't feel that Sakura was quite ready for that, for all her bravado. She may be stepping out of her comfort zone, but she still has a long way to go until she can be truly comfortable with everything she wants! Next up: how she deals with the aftermath of this night of freedom.
Once again, thank you to all my reviewers! The encouragement, suggestions, and critiques are all incredibly helpful and inspiring!
A/N: Edit up on Jan 16, 2018
