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Warning: Explicit sexual content so from now on only adults or at least 16+ please.
Later that evening Gaara was sitting in the same exact spot on the bed that earlier and he mulled over the treachery that his own body has been committing almost every day now. Intellectually, he understood that his reaction to sensuous stimulants was ordinary however having so little control over what was happening around and often inside him, he did not want to relinquish any more power over his actions.
The bijuu has taken his sleep, ability to experience pain and very often his will if he was too tired to fight with it. Now, his own body along with his cock stirred to life in the most inopportune situations, potentially leading to a sea of embarrassment. He grinded his teeth. Oh, how he hated his helplessness.
In the past when he awoke to the carnal desires for the first time he had learnt that the best option was masturbation. Every once in a while his body would demand this need to be fulfilled and he would oblige it. When doing so he fantasized about a different reality. Reality where he was greeted with open arms and open hearts, where people cheered in honest happiness when he and his army came to free their cities or countries from the oppressions of corrupted people, dark wizards and evil demons. He was strong but just, loved by his subjects and feared by his enemies. And with this power came a seduction he did not fully understand but he had read enough stories to know what it is. In his fantasies, he always had one woman in particular who would come to him and fall at his feet, begging for just one night. And he would give that to her. This is where the fantasy most often stopped because Gaara wasn't really sure what followed. But by the end, he usually could finish without all the details.
This night was different though. He has been in a state of arousal since Kagome's visit and as soon as he though about his usual relief method, his member was throbbing against his pelvis. He deftly slipped off the trousers and briefs, freeing his member that now was reaching to just below his belly button. He grasped his shaft tightly with his right hand, stroking from the tip to the base slowly. He decided on his warring state era fantasy – Gaara the Liberator - his alter ego. He went from city to city, leading an army across the land, freeing the common people. In gratitude he was offered priceless artifacts and among them a princess of otherworldly beauty. She had long wavy, raven hair that framed her triangular face and contrasted with twinkling, baby blue eyes. He turned her down because he couldn't bear a possibility that she was forced into this role. But she faithfully and eagerly followed his campaign and in one of the cities she sneaked into his bedchamber. She was sitting wantonly on his bed when he entered after a bloody day, adrenaline still coursing in his veins.
She tilted her head back as if in an offering and in this moment Gaara wasn't Gaara the Liberator anymore but just himself and in front of him sat Kagome from the morning. Her hair cascading down begging to be caressed, the tip of the tongue licking the last drops of water. She sighed in content as before, the soft sound hitting him in the gut. Gaara quickened his pace, squeezing himself every time his palm ran over his head. He loomed over her bended silhouette, obsessively following the trail of the lone bead that traveled from her neck to her breast, daring him to stop its progress. The fantasy Kagome caressed his cheek the same way that the real Kagome had done earlier. Her light touch created a fire in his belly and real Gaara pumped his shaft faster. The fantasy Kagome sprawled herself on his bed, daring him to do what he had never done before. "I trust you. You are my first choice" she said so similar to the real Kagome but her tone was deeper, throaty and her eyes darkened. Fantasy Gaara pulled Kagome's hips against his own, grinding his hardness into her, and real Gaara felt his testicles tighten as his fist pounded away at his swollen flesh.
Suddenly his whole body began shivering, the strongest spasm in his groin. His spine arched, his toes curled and he could feel the warm liquid shooting and coating his belly. He groaned loudly through his orgasm. He felt like his bones liquefied and he was drowning in the euphoria. It had never felt that intense before.
As he came down, the pulsing in his erection slowed and his pants evened out. He laid in the darkness with eyes closed and a blissful smile, listening only to his calming breaths. He replayed that moment in his mind. Just before he finished…