So, what does it look like? It was the one thing Jiraiya was kinda self conscious about. He's never showed you. Although you promised him you would never mock him, he refused. Just what was this Sage Mode?
So maybe it more than a small bit of self consciousness. He thinks he looks ugly. Monstrous even. Sage Mode. He scoffs. Why are you so damn curious anyways? You, his slightly suspiciously young wife. A twelve year gap between the two of you. Neither you or him like to talk about how you met to people. But when you first met him, you called him sensei.
"I just wanna know!" You plead. You hold his hands and smile sweetly.
You're traveling with him. You just finished another cold night sleeping outside. Cuddling with your partner for warmth. Loving every moment of being in his arms. Due to resent circumstances, he was a little on the depressed side. The Nine Tails attack took a lot out of him emotionally. It did for you as well. Your teammate and best friend, his student and practically adopted son had died defending the village. Jiraiya was torn up for weeks about it. You don't leave his side. When he said he wanted to leave, you followed. You never want to be parted from your husband.
It was a few months later. You're half way into the lovely geography of the Land of Tea. The fields of well maintained tea farms was peaceful. Some of the more colourful plants made for a beautiful display. You hold his hand as you stop to smell the flowers. The wild heather and chamomile made a lovely fragrance. It's a patch beside a road sign, belonging to no one. You pick a few while your partner waits.
"Why do you want to see it so bad?" Jiraiya asks. His arms crossed as he watched you.
You stand, holding your bouquet. You tuck a sprig of heather into his hair, then run your hand down his jaw. You run your thumb along his cheek. The bit of purple in his hair looks nice. He humours you and leaves it in.
"I don't know. You're so sensitive about it. And I'm sure it's not as bad as you think it is." You search his eyes. They're tired but soft.
"I just... don't want you to think..." he pauses and looks away. "That I'm ugly."
"Aw baby! I'd never think you'd be ugly!" You coo at him and rise to your toes to kiss him. He huffs. A bit of a blush on his cheeks. You kiss him again. "I'm sorry for bugging you about it. I'll stop." You say before stepping away.
"You aren't bugging me." Jiraiya pulls his lips into a tight line. He's thinking about what to do. "... If you don't make fun of me..."
"I'd never make fun of you."
You look at him so sincere. That gentle and understanding smile on your face that he just can't say no to. With a deep breath, Jiraiya puts his hands together in front of him. He closes his eyes to really concentrate. He really cares about what you think. He may have showed off Sage mode to a few ladies when he first learned it. He thought it looked cool. Only to have his self esteem tested.
"I can't believe I thought you were cute!" They'd scoff.
"You aren't very attractive if you can turn into that!" They would tell him.
"Ladies please!" Jiraiya would plead with them with a grin that hid how low their words hit. "I was just kidding around!"
Feels bad man. It was the same social rejection feeling he got when he was a kid. His peers mocking him with the same cold tone. Yeah, he was bullied. But whatever, he turned out alright. Kids were assholes. Their treatment of him made him learn to take people at face value, if they're nice to him, he's nice back. His heart would probably freeze over if you left him because of this. He's never been this nervous to show a girl his alternate form.
You watch in fascination. Jiraiya's face was changing. His features twitching as they morphed. His hair seemed to grow in volume. Getting harder and spikier as a form of defence. His brow is furrowed. His lips pulled back into a sneer as his teeth change. Growing into points. His nose growing wider and growing bumps. His hands and feet webbing and the tips turning into points as well. The markings under his eyes getting wide and decorated his whole eye lid before running down and finally tapering just at his jaw. Finally, he opens his eyes. The flat pupils of a toad greeting you.
It was quiet. You stare at him. Flushed and captivated. Jiraiya just... sighs. He drops his hands and looks away dishearteningly.
"I knew you would hate it." He gives out a quiet laugh.
You frown. You grab him by the face, squishing his cheeks together, you force him down and kiss him. You make out with him. His lips relaxing and returning your affection. He put his hands on your hips. You kiss down his jaw and neck.
"You look... different." You look up at him and push the fringe out of his face. "It's just a little uncanny. You look like Jiraiya. But not quite there." His skin felt different. A bit more scaly and dry. But not entirely unpleasant. "I like it." You touch his lips and smile.
Jiraiya smiles and bites your finger lightly. It doesn't hurt, but it could. "Really?"
"Oh yeah!" You lean towards his face again and drop your voice to a sultry whisper. You lick your lips. "I'd love to feel those teeth in between my thighs~"
He smiles widely, happily showing off those teeth. He kisses you. His tongue sticking right into your mouth. After several moments of tongue wrestling, he pulls back and bites your bottom lip. "I'd love to do that for you~!"
To your surprise, Jiraiya picks you up. He holds you by your ass, forcing you to wrap your legs around his waist. He takes you away from the path and into the cover of the nearby tea farm. You are dropped onto your back and your husband is on top. In a feminine set of kisode and hakama, Jiraiya pulls your hakama off. They are of the more flowing wide leg style and are easy to take off. He uses his sharp teeth to pull your underwear off. That smirk told of trouble. He put your legs over his shoulders before diving in. He makes sure you feel his teeth against the sensitive skin between your thighs. He runs his teeth over your clit, threatening to bite it. Then attacks it with hard laps of his tongue.
It felt damn good! You cry out and grip his hair. It hurt to hold onto it for once. It prickles into your hands like needles. Running your hands through felt like steel wire. You rock your hips and cry out. So good! Jiraiya makes noises when he does this. Little moans and hums to express how tasty you are. Two of his transformed fingers slide into you. They felt wider and pushed in deeper. Thrusting in and out quickly to match the pace of his teeth and tongue.
"That feels good!" You yell to the sky.
The breath catches in your throat. Your body tenses. You cum on his hand and he moans a pleased note against your clit. Jiraiya pulls his hand away and sits up. He licks his already wet lips. He crawls up your body. Nipping and kissing your skin as he goes. Now he does kinda look like a monster of some kind. A toad human hybrid that badly wants to fuck you. Not that you mind, right?
"Does the transformation change your dick?" You inquire.
"Pah! Hahaha! See for yourself, little girl!"
You release his hair. The air hit them fully when you took it out of the white mane. It stings a little. Small paper cuts were all over your hands. It seems his hair had done more damage than you thought. Jiraiya gasps and apologizes. He gently kisses your damaged fingers and licks them.
"It's alright. It doesn't hurt!" You smile and run your thumb over his sharp teeth.
"I had no idea my hair was so dangerous." Jiraiya laughs.
"It is quite dangerous! Isn't a weapon?"
"Well yeah! But never on you!"
He kisses you to apologize again. Your poor fingers. The cuts are so shallow that only about one or two are actually bleeding. But he never wants to hurt you, even on accident. He pulls his pants off. As he undressed, you sit up. Jiraiya was on his knees. Focusing on his hard on. You sit on him. Surprising him a little by taking over. You spear yourself to the hilt and gasp his name. You rock your hips forward. Jiraiya pants and holds you by your ass. You almost put your hands back into his hair. But stop just short. Holding onto fistfuls of his lush hair was so much fun. Plus he enjoys it. Having a woman yank on his hair as he brings them pleasure was half the fun. You grip handfuls of his kisode. You kiss and bit his lips.
"It does feel different." You purr. You lift yourself up and down, fucking yourself on his cock. "I think it's bigger~!"
"Oh? Really?" Jiraiya scoffs. He smiles widely. "Does that mean I have to be in this form to bring you pleasure now?"
"No. I'd much rather fuck my husband as he is." You lean forward and wrap your arms behind his neck. Your lips by his ear. "But this is very fun!" You lick the shell of his ear and nip the lobe.
Damn it! Jiraiya pushes his hips up to meet your thrust. It just hit different. Making you cry out again. His hands caress your ass. They run up your back. He yanks on the back of your clothing. Forcing you back and pulling your clothing down to expose your chest. He bites you! The sharp teeth digging into your neck. It hurt! Really hurt. And yet it seemed to only elevate your high. Jiraiya runs his hands higher. You feel his fingers dig into your scalp. He grips your hair and pulls your head back.
"Ah!" Your cry was more pained.
Now you were forced to arch your back forward. Your hips out, back curved, and chest out. Your head angled backwards to the sky. You clutch at his clothing. Jiraiya bites at your skin again. Your collarbone. Your boobs. Your nipples becoming the centre of his attention as you ride him. It felt like the angle gave you more room to breathe. Like it opened your windpipe. But it made your voice more husky and hoarse.
"Fuck! Jiraiya please!"
One of the greatest sounds in the world, in Jiraiya's opinion. The sound of your wanton voice. Saying his name in such a sensual way. You must be close. Jiraiya rises up on his knees, forcing you to fall down. He stops torturing your scalp and holds your hips instead. He brings you to him as he thrusts. Going faster and harder. Pounding you relentlessly as it feels like it digs in all the right places. Your mouth hangs open, you can't even form words. Your whole body goes tense.
Quietly, you call his name again. Jiraiya watches you. You're making a point to stare at his face. Panting and red in the face yourself. So aroused. Unflinching as you take everything he gives you. A smile on your lips. The same loving smile you always give him when he does this to you. Even when he looks like this. In that moment, you have never looked so good.
You go first. Unable to hold out for him. You scream his name as a rush of pleasure blinds you. A thrust later, Jiraiya follows. The way your walls contract around him always sends him over the edge. It just feels to damn good. Squeezing and milking him for all he has.
Once the overwhelming feeling passed, Jiraiya relaxes. He rolls off of you before he squishes you with his body weight. Neither you or him say anything for a few moments. Panting almost in perfect sync with each other. You look over at him. Oh... Jiraiya is back to normal. The features you know and love back on his face. His eyes closed. His lips pulled into a smile. A light flush on his cheeks as he calms down. But he's handsome in both forms.
The approaching sound of someone stepping through the leafs of the tea bushes alerted you. You exchange a more panicked look with your husband. You scramble to redress. Jiraiya follows your lead. Flustered as he hurried to be decent. They are getting closer! You run back to the path whilst still tying your hakama. Jiraiya bursts through right behind you, completely dressed. He grabs your hand and leads on like you were just on the path with your companion.
The farmer of the tea bushes rounds the corner and looks around, armed with a knife. He looked displeased and seemed to be expecting to find some trespassers. You are out of view by now. The only evidence was a wet patch on the ground. Or so you thought. You gasp and halt.
"I forgot my underwear!" You hiss under your breath.
Jiraiya bursts into laughter. "Too late now!"
The heat rises to your face. The idea of that stranger finding your underwear was absolutely embarrassing. Jiraiya puts his arm around you and gives your cheek a kiss.
"I'm sure you made his day!"
"Jiraiya!"
He laughs like a maniac while you pout. For the rest of the day he teases you. Jiraiya was in a much better place. Your reaction boosted his confidence and brightened his mood. Maybe he should bang you in toad mode more often!