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The rain, it never stopped pouring over their land of jutting buildings. Nagato and Konan stared out at the city choked with raggedy establishments that made the village more of a maze than a community. The petty inhabitants wandered through the narrow alleys, doing small marketing here and there in the forever-drizzle. Amegakure was a sight to behold, one that Nagato never got tired of watching.
"Soon," began the orange-haired living corpse of Yahiko, "we will teach the world of what pain truly is. We'll need to be ready, Konan; I believe we may have a visitor sometime soon." He looked at his childhood partner, both of their expressions placid and cold. "We'll need to keep a good lookout. I've heard word that a group that includes the Nine-Tails jinchuuriki is out searching for either of the Uchiha brothers." He looked at Konan, and she stayed as somber as always. "Itachi can take care of himself, but I don't want the group treading too closely to any of our hideaways. Konoha has reputable sensor ninja, and we cannot give them the slightest trail. I will not risk being tracked when we've come so far."
Konan nodded. She knew what was expected of her, and she would not fail in her important mission. "Don't worry, Pain. I will ensure the security of our base. No foreigner will tread on our grounds…" With those as her parting words, the angel of Amegakure vanished in a burst of smoke and scattered papers. Yahiko stared at the area she once stood before setting his sights back on his tattered empire as lightning struck in the far distance.
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Konan could only teleport partway to her destination. Now in the thick forest, she sped onward through the treetops. To untrained eyes, she was a blur of black robes dodging the branches on an unstoppable charge to an unknown location. Fortunately, the woods were vacant of enemies; even if there were, they could do nothing but stall Konan long enough to ensure their demise.
As she sped onward, she pondered Itachi's whereabouts. If she recalled right, when he last reported in, he actually had a double of himself stationed around this area to intercept his pursuing little brother. If this base was exposed, that would mean that Itachi had completed whatever it was that he wanted to do. And whatever it was, it did not seem to cause much of a struggle. Either Uchiha Sasuke was much weaker than Akatsuki gave him credit for and Itachi wiped him out with no effort at all, or combat was not Itachi's intent and simply toyed with the only family he had left.
Deidara had failed, killing no one but himself and – unimportantly – Manda. It was a noble sacrifice, for as drastic as their measures were, Akatsuki respected their own as valuable comrades, though Kisame and few others felt otherwise; mostly, it was Konan, Nagato, and Tobi – if that was his real name – who lamented their fallen.
The rise of earth was visible beyond the veil of leaves: the hidden base of Akatsuki. It wasn't a normal meeting ground, but it was a nice hideaway when sudden meetings needed to take place. Konan hurried, for as unlikely as it was to be stumbled across – especially with the genjutsu put in place over the mouth of the cave – she did not want to risk it, for just finding the base jeopardized Akatsuki's other whereabouts.
She touched ground in front of the cleverly concealed opening. No tampering, she noted, though the seal was recently reset; by Itachi, no doubt. For an extra precaution, she forged her own sealing tag to hide the traces of chakra while also giving her an awareness to any trespassers. Now that she was there, she dutifully took her place.
No sign of intruders thus far. Konan stayed like a statue, knowing that the Kyuubi jinchuuriki's gaggle was wandering dangerously close. Nearby, there was a pond that she had discovered some time ago; a hot spring, placid and serene, surrounded by wildflowers. To be honest, she preferred that spot than her own village, where hardly any plant life could blossom.
Her gray eyes glanced over to the direction of the collection of water and flowers before staring down the path again. It was tempting, very tempting to soak in some warm water. In this area, the rains had ceased, and the weather was quite balmy. Spending some time in the hot springs was becoming too delicious of an idea. But there was still the matter at hand to consider. Well, perhaps it would be better to relocate. It did not seem as if anyone would be coming right away, and even if they did, the base was well concealed by an illusion that made the entrance seem like part of the hill. Also, seeing an Akatsuki member standing right out in the open in front of such a place would arouse great suspicion.
"Just for a little while," she finally told herself quietly when her mind was made up. She would take the proper precautions, she reasoned. Elegantly, she headed for the springs, already undoing the clasps of her cloud-covered robe.
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Sasuke was apparently on the move in several different directions, and so, on Kiba's command, Naruto made dozens of clones to chase after each scent. His unit was left behind so that he may continue the search on his own; if any developments happened, the clone left with Kakashi and the others could relay to them the situation.
"Sasuke, where are you?" the real Naruto grumbled, looking through the thick network of branches for any sign of his estranged friend. So far, he saw nothing but the far-off movements of his clones heading further and further away. A part of him knew that it was foolhardy to go off alone, especially since it was the real him, but if he did confront Sasuke, he wanted it to be with his own eyes. A clone could be dispatched easily, but with his actual self, he would not stop until reinforcements came to neutralize the Uchiha and whoever else he had recruited.
Unfortunately, time dragged on, and Naruto was starting to feel hopelessly lost. Sure, Sasuke could have been anywhere in this broad forest, but something in Naruto's gut told him that he wasn't this way. He paused when at a point where he could see across the land. In the far off, he could barely manage to make out his squadron; it would take them some time to catch up to him. Looking around, he hoped to see maybe some kind of sign from Sasuke. He didn't, but he did see a hill. "Maybe I could see better from there, dattebayo," he murmured to himself.
He reached his destination quickly, standing before the cliff with a disheartened expression; he wasn't in any mood to scale it, but he had to. Still, while looking at the rocky wall, he couldn't help thinking that there was something about it. Curiously, he was about to test the surface if only to put his mind at rest, but something else caught his attention, a sound. Was it the disturbance of water? He looked off to the side, alert and listening closely. Almost a minute passed before it occurred again.
Hope was rekindled, and he uttered the name of his estranged best friend before hurrying off. He kept to the trees, knowing that he should hide his presence until his suspicions were confirmed. The closer he got to the target, the air became warmer. It must've been a hot spring, he guessed, having run into a lot of them during his traveling with Jiraiya. He was right; the pond was just beyond the next few trees, and he stuck to the shadows as if a part of him. He threw himself against the trunk of a tree, an area that hid him quite well since another tree was jutting slantways like an offshoot of the larger one. Peeking out, Naruto was determined to see who it was…
With Akatsuki clothes tucked away, concealed from sight with the rest of her attire, Konan was feeling very good about this break. It had been so long since she had been given any time to herself; loyal, she may be to her group's cause, but she still enjoyed these luxuries when given the chance. She was seated at the far end of the hot springs, unknowingly right across from the concealed genin unintentionally peeping on her, not that he could see anything important other than the top part of her cleavage. The Akatsuki cloak didn't reveal it, but underneath, she was quite stacked, and wore clothes that sported this truth, exposing the sides of her bust and her pierced navel.
For the past several minutes, she had been seated, enjoying the warmth. She felt content enough to go to sleep in this blanket of comfortable warmth. Sometimes, she could chastise herself for losing focus on the sensory papers, like the one placed at the hidden opening of the hideout.
Beneath the misty surface, her dainty fingers caressed the skin of her firm thighs, increasing her relaxation. Pleasure ran through her as surely as the flow of chakra. Her head tilted backward. It had been such a long time since she got some actual time to herself. More out of curiosity than sexual need and exploration, her purple fingernails dragged towards the apex of her legs until she touched the dark-blue curls trimmed neatly for visual appeal and her own liking. Her shoulders rotated slightly, her breath deepening very slightly when she found the small nub that was most sensitive to the touch. Her pink nipples tightened when she massaged her snatch with circular movements. She even permitted a moan when she teased her entrance. This journey did not get out of hand, and she was sure she was in control… for now. These feelings had been vacant for so long, she hadn't practiced enduring the pleasure.
So comfortable… It was a pity when she opened her eyes, as if bothered. She carefully brought herself up, turning in such a way that hid her bust from Naruto's gawking eyes, standing in waist-high water. Her hands moved over her arms, cleansing her with the hot water. She was careful not to saturate the origami flower nestled at the side of her head.
Though he could not see anything important from this vantage point, Naruto was awestruck by this unknown woman's beauty. Perhaps he would not have been so captivated if he knew what organization she belonged to. But since that was not the case, he chose not to disturb her.
His heart felt like it would explode when she turned, an arm delicately crossed over her lovely chest to hide her nipples from the forest. It was almost like she knew he was there, or at least some pervert watching her. Yet, she never gave an indication that she suspected such a thing beyond hiding the peaks of her bosom. She glanced in his general direction, but didn't linger and continued to scoop water over her sleek body.
His cheeks were aflame, and he thanked the springs for emitting steam to camouflage the rising heat from his own head. His eyes stayed transfixed on the woman's skin as steady rivulets trickled down, parting around the accessory at her bellybutton. He wasn't one to care much for bodily piercings, but something about her pulled together the look nicely.
Though he wanted to study the beauty of her face, he couldn't pry his sights from her chest. Those globes regrettably concealed, flattening underneath her forearm modestly; the compressed cleavage gathered the water that ran down her neck, storing it like a miniscule dip of a basin.
It was a shameful pleasure to watch her since he had pledged his heart to Sakura, but he was a boy, after all. Temptation was so easy to give into; also, it wasn't like he was jumping out to join this woman. His breath was becoming uneven and his limbs started to tremble. He was reaching pure excitement and elation, the thrill of being so dangerously close to something wonderful, but being loathe claiming it on moral grounds. Doing something immoral while the risk of exposure was great… It had his heart pumping a mile a minute.
Too much stress, he thought, swallowing hard. It would make him sloppy, and he remembered – quite deplorably – what Ero-sennin had told him about stress on reconnaissance. An image of Jiraiya popped up in a though-bubble above Naruto's head, winking with a thumb up; his words echoed: when ninja life has got you severely worked up, you can't think straight, which means you got the baby-batter in the brain! Just rub one out, and you'll be fine! Trust me! It was creepy to think of the old pervert and his days doing 'reconnaissance', but Naruto considered the advice.
"No," he quietly warned himself, shaking his head and finally taking his eye away from Konan's bathing form. "I'm not gonna do that, 'tebayo. I'm not…" He hesitated, and found himself unable to look away from the woman for long. His trembling reoccurred ten-fold, and he felt that ever-distracting bulge at the front of his trousers that would hinder him greatly. He chewed on his lower lip, grunting softly when his cock throbbed after his gaze ran over Konan again. There was no fighting the commanding urges of a teenage boy, especially when the opportunity was so tantalizing. "Just… really quick," he whispered. He resituated his posture so that his legs bent underneath him and he had easier access to whatever sprung from the crotch of his pants.
With movements clumsy from high arousal, he fumbled with his zipper, pushed it wide, and then fished out his erect prick. It pulsed strongly and was already producing transparent fluid at the tip. Normally, he could fight off such urges, but this was just so irresistible. "Sorry, Sakura-chan," he murmured as if he was betraying her, even though they weren't a couple. With eyes locked on Konan, praying for a slip of her hand, Naruto began to stroke his length, slowly at first before picking up the pace. Like he said, he needed to be quick and wanted to release this embarrassing tension so that he may try to forget about it later on.
In the water, the woman's face quirked as if offended, eyes staring scornfully at her reflection in the water. Naruto wanted to ponder the reasoning for her to look so angry, but his focus was on her wonderful chest; he could worry about her expressions after he pumped out all of his anxiety.
There was a rustle in the breeze, and leaves fell around Naruto. He didn't pay any attention to it until more started to fall without a single gust of wind. When he looked at the set now falling around him, he discovered that they were not leaves but small papers folded to resemble leaves. Before he could even come up with a conclusion, he found himself at the point of a kunai; wasn't it a piece of paper a second ago?
Where did this attacker come from? Naruto wasn't the best when it came to awareness of his surroundings, but he certainly was good enough to at least notice an offending presence. Carefully, slowly as to not imply aggression, he turned his head to see who it was. His eyes went wide. It was the same woman as the one he was watching in the hot springs! Only… only she was sprouting from one of the two trees he was ducking behind. Was she a wood-element ninja? This notion was disproved when, to Naruto's shock, the tree trunk was revealed to be nothing but neatly organized papers designed to camouflage with the environment.
The woman was still attached to the tree, piecing together her true form, dressed in the revealing garb that she wore underneath her Akatsuki robes, thus leaving Naruto ignorant to her identity. "Your guard was down," the paper woman murmured. She spotted the erection that hadn't lost much of its potency – now being a 'fear boner' and all. The size did not concern her, for though it was the largest she had witnessed, she wasn't one to give interest into something so immoral; what truly drew her attention was the shameful act he was committing while peeping on her. Her cold eyes narrowed scornfully. "You dare to stare so lustfully at an angel of God's? How despicable."
Naruto sulked, temporarily disregarding the blade against his throat. Of all times to take Jiraiya's perverted tips, it had to be when he was in danger. He looked ahead of him and was startled to see the naked form of the woman dissolving into flaps of paper that floated along the surface of the water. She must've switched places when she turned away from him, hiding the hand symbols for some kind of transferring jutsu.
"You've come alone," she observed, still keeping the kunai in check at his throat. "That is unwise for the container of the nine-tailed bijuu." Though she had never seen him before, she knew right away that this was Uzumaki Naruto, incarnation of the kyuubi. He fit the description given by Kisame and Itachi perfectly.
The only trait of Naruto that seemed different from what was described of him was his attitude; Kisame had once mentioned that Naruto would be noisy and the one to draw all attention while acting brashly. Her eyes fell to his semi-wilted cock and the hand that was once around it; well, he didact brashly.
Naruto's eyes knitted together suspiciously. He had not known this woman before, yet she addressed him as a jinchuuriki offhand. "How do you know who I am, 'tebayo?" he growled like an agitated dog.
The hand not brandishing the kunai touched his head. "That does not matter," Konan replied, and Naruto suddenly found his head being swamped by hundreds of paper. His cries of protest were muffled underneath the paper cast that gradually consumed his body until it appeared that he and Konan were of one, misshapen entity. The encasement was successful up until she got to his waistline. She frowned, unhappy that his genitals were still shamefully on display. For a moment, she simply gazed while the captured boy struggled vainly within her shape-shifting body. He hadn't lost much of his potency; she had to give him that.
Perhaps it was time to ensure her capture… Carefully setting aside the kunai, she reached for his cock. It had been so long. She had thought that such desires had frozen in place in her war-thrashed heart, yet she did not expect that sexual curiosity could still faze her. She could feel the heat of it before her fingers even closed around it. Could Naruto tell that he was about to have his penis grabbed?
She was an angel, not God. She was not perfect, did not understand the true design as he did; she was a mortal, and therefore vulnerable to temptation and curiosity. That was her reasoning when she held the thick shaft. When it was held in her fist, Naruto's entire body quivered in response. Her eyes noticeably widened. She had forgotten how… hot a cock was to the touch. Though it had wilted a bit, with her careful attention, it was now throbbing at full salute. It was a lot bigger than Yahiko's, she shamefully observed; though Naruto did share some characteristics of her late-lover, he was much more developed in certain aspects.
Konan exhaled heavily when she saw that fluid was beginning to bead at the tip of the erection. Her fingers compressed at the base of his cock and moved up. A greater abundance of pre-cum was pumped out in this manner until the clear liquid oozed down the shaft to saturate her fingers. She elegantly drew her hand away to observe the sticky substance. She wondered if it would be wrong to taste it. With Yahiko, they had never explored foreplay other than quick caresses before intercourse and the one time he beseeched her approval to allow him to taste her. The act of applying her own mouth to another's genitals seemed so undignified and wrong. Now, all that suppression and the absence of the one she truly loved – his cold corpse was no substitute for companionship – it had overwhelmed her resolve and dared her to explore.
Something about the situation. Was it because Naruto was already pleasuring himself by watching her? Was it because they were enemies, and her dominance over him excited her? Because Naruto resembled the one she had loved? The actual warmth of another body… Her slick hand returned to the shaft and began to stroke experimentally.
This was not what Naruto had believed was going to happen. He was damn-near suffocating, and the woman was playing with his dick! It seemed… unjust. It must've been her sick game, killing her enemy while gracing them with pleasure. He kicked wildly, yet he never made a true effort to try to escape his capture's grasp. "Mmph mphe pho, 'tebho!"
Even if she could understand what he was saying – though it wasn't much of a stretch to guess – she would not heed him. This was her moment of weakness, but she would not submit. Her hand movements had gotten bolder, squeezing tighter and pumping faster and faster. Just her actions were starting to rouse her, doing things that she never had before with someone so much younger than her, the enemy even! She moaned before she could stop the sound.
His cock had become slippery from his leaking pre-cum. Naruto bucked and arched his back, lifting his hips to meet with the pace of her hand. Konan held her breath when she felt the pulsations strengthen. Was he going to cum, spill his essence all over her hand? She awaited it. It would be an interesting sight to behold; afterward, she would take him in his exhausted state to Amegakure.
A kunai speared from the treetops and ripped through her body, shredding the sheets of paper making her up. Startled, she recoiled and left her jutsu slack; Naruto hurriedly freed himself from the cast that was ready to envelope him entirely. He looked at Konan, now reverting to her form of flesh and blood. He did not need to see who had come to his rescue, for there was one lesson Jiraiya taught him that would always be useful: alwaysprotect your rear when peeping. Naruto's shadow clone came down to stand behind him, his rain cloak flowing around him.
Konan stood unfazed by this interference. Two Narutos did not make any more difference than just one, although… She glanced at the hand that had just been toying with the cock that protruded from his trousers. She could manipulate the papers making up her hand, but it was difficult, almost sloppy; it would take too much concentration to use it frequently in this battle. She admitted that she had truly acted hastily and on foolish impulse by playing with that large cock. The corner of her mouth twitched when she saw that he had yet to return it to its confines.
The real Naruto's chest heaved, his cock bobbing and twitching from the rage of an unfulfilled ejaculation. His testicles felt like they would burst from a case of blue-balls. He wanted this woman now, wanted to make her yearn the way he had. The pain of his swollen crotch made him wince.
"Is it uncomfortable for you now?" Konan asked in her cold tone. She shifted slightly to one side, and Naruto's eyes immediately latched on the exposed side of her bust. She noticed this; her body was so desirable, and secretly, she liked it that way. In an organization of nothing but men with twisted and deranged ideals, it was hard to turn their heads, especially in those robes. She wore Yahiko's garb proudly, but she also delighted when she was free to show off her own style of scant clothing. "I've not known a man's touch… for so long," she whispered to Naruto, and he was put into shock when her hand traced the hem of her top, feather-light touches running along her breast.
"Wha-what are you doing?" Naruto stuttered. He went red in the face.
"You act so shy," Konan observed. Her thumb hooked underneath the edge of her top, and much to the Narutos' shock, she slid the tight material over the breast to bunch in the middle. She moved to expose her other tit, saying, "Shy, yet you keep yourself exposed to me." The other globe of flesh was exposed for Naruto and his clone to ogle. Her head tilted downward ever so slightly, and she looked like she would smile at their jaw-dropped expressions. "Do you fully intend to sully an angel?"
Naruto licked his lips hungrily as he eyed her beautiful breasts. His cock had never hurt so much before without having been dealt a brutal hit from Sakura's shin. Behind him, his clone tried to make sense of what was happening. Of course, he was not present the entire time, but it couldn't have been too hard to figure out: she was exposing herself to Naruto who already had his dick on proud display. This woman was looking to get fucked!
"What do… what do you want me to do, dattebayo?" Naruto asked, wanting to confirm what was obvious to make sure he wasn't going to cross any lines.
Konan did not reply. She simply sauntered over to him, stayed a foot's distance away, and then reached down, one hand bringing his up to touch her chest while the other lowered to fondle his cock. Naruto, like usual, was a bit uncertain at first – this being his first time touching a girl so intimately – but he grew bolder the more he practiced.
"Oi, does that go for me too?!" the clone pointed eagerly to himself, mouth watering and eyes hopeful. Konan's gray eyes briefly regarded him, and her head gave a nod before she set herself against the Naruto right in front of her. Assertively, she tightened her hold on him to the point where he whimpered.
There was a rush at her side that she could only describe as an… 'orange flash', perhaps… derp. The shadow clone snickered as he pressed up tightly against her from behind, grinding his bulging crotch against the draping coat-flap to settle against the crevice of her backside. He may condemn other men as perverts, but he was no better; maybe he had some more integrity than Jiraiya, but there were few times when he wouldn't glance at the old hermit's hidden stash on their travels. His hands were hungry, shoving against the other him to grope at that sumptuous bosom.
Konan shivered. There was a certain power that came with weakness while sandwiched in between two of the same person. A soft moan came from her when the clone hefted her right breast before pinching his thumb and forefinger around her pink nipple. His technique could still improve, but his enthusiasm was unparalleled. The four hands did not just linger at her bust, though they did stay around that spot mostly; the palms grazed down her sides to her hips, though they steered clear of the juncture of her thighs as if she were on fire down there. It did feel like that to her, though; a stray spark had landed on some dry grass, and the flames of arousal were stirred to a true blaze.
Pain and Tobi would not approve of her indulging herself like this, with the Nine-Tails jinchuuriki no less. It made it more enjoyable; it was like having freedom. The depravity of this world could be forgotten.
The prick in her hand thumped with the longing to know her more intimately. Her hand's touch was the merest sample of her full, heavenly glory. With a lustful growl, he scooped up her left breast and bent his head down so that he may enclose the stiff peak in his lips. He suckled on her tit steadily, though he no longer supported it; his clone reached around to cradle the bosom that he now feasted upon.
As her breast was given the front Narutos attention, the boy behind her snaked his hand around – the one not presenting her tit – to touch her crotch. It was hot
Konan closed her eyes. It was painful to endure these touches and not express how good it felt; the merest whimper was made when his teeth scraped against her soft flesh. He bit at her, leaving small, faint teeth-marks over her pale skin, trailing up to her collarbone before skipping her throat to purge her lips: his first, non-male kiss.
This sudden show of affection – albeit in the chaos of growing passion – startled the otherwise impassive angel of the Rain Village. Her eyes went wide for a moment before shimmering with desire. As his tongue thrust through to play with hers, her hands gripped at his cloak; it came off with a swift tug. Before he could react, he was suddenly slammed down on his back. It knocked the wind out of him, and for that brief moment, he was irate. "What did you do that…?" He stopped himself when Konan fell over him, tits swaying alluringly when she caught herself. Caught in her shadow, Naruto felt his breath stolen away; even his clone could only gawk as he stared down at the two.
"You could be a demon, Uzumaki Naruto," she whispered to him. Before he could take offense, she continued, "Or you could be something grad; I cannot tell yet. It will not stop me… from experiencing you firsthand." Naruto made a sound of confusion, wondering what she had intended for him. She did not keep him wondering when she slid down his body to become eyelevel with his long shaft. So much larger than Yahiko's, she thought. And she was rarely willing to actually allow him to put it into her mouth. Now, something was compelling her to grant Naruto access. Maybe it was just the lustful situation she had found herself in.
Holding the dick straight, Konan slipped her lips over it. They tingled from the presence of pre-cum, a taste she had all but forgotten. Her eyes lifted to captivate his sapphire orbs as she slid down as far as she was willing, which turned out to be only three inches before her gag reflex threatened to act up. Three inches was more than enough to satisfy the virgin Naruto, for now anyway, and he watched in rapture as Konan, not taking her eyes off his for an instant, began to bob her head on his cock.
And I don't even know her name! Naruto felt bad for that, wishing that he learned a little bit more about the woman nursing on his cock. He didn't have the experience to compare, but he felt that she probably hadn't spent much time giving head. Experienced or not, she kept her cool, pulling up and down at her own pace with her tongue tickling the head when lapping up the fluid produced.
Now, the clone was still there, watching his original receive head. He couldn't be blamed for acting rashly when he fell to his knees and pushed her coat to one side to expose her backside. Konan hesitated to reclaim Naruto's cock in her mouth when her tight pants were tugged on by the waist. Her heart was hammering again, echoing through her entire being straight to her core as her spandex pants were worked over her ass; it was her first time giving someone full view of her backside and crotch. Yahiko had to beseech rather pitifully to taste her, and she allowed it begrudgingly. The act of oral sex always seemed so… strange, putting mouths to genitals. She realized how hypocritical that kind of thinking was while her mouth was filled with the cock of a boy she had just barely met.
The Naruto clone's eyes widened when Konan's pants exposed her peach-shaped backside and glistening nether lips. It was a sight he had imagined for many years, always picturing it to be Sakura and not some lovely woman he had a fateful encounter with. Somehow, though, the dark-blue curls above her slit seemed more appealing than the pink color of Sakura's hair. His mouth was watering at the delicious sight, but it was his fingers that touched her first, pushing aside the folds of her vagina. "Wow, it's so hot and wet," he observed in true astonishment.
What an embarrassing thing to say. Yahiko had never said anything like that, being too nervous to form words; Naruto was a lot more confident. For the first time since putting her mouth around his cock, her eyes averted and squeezed shut when a wandering digit invaded her snatch, marveling at how hot and tight it was inside of her. She moaned deeply when his excursions continued, moving to her soft pubic hair to the nub at the ridge of her pussy. Both hands worked together so that his forefinger would not leave her clit since it generated the biggest reaction from her. He liked the sound of her moans, so low and lustful.
She pulled the cock from her mouth, dropping her face into Naruto's lap while trying to maintain a steady breath. To continue stimulation, her fist jerked him erratically. The clone's breath was on her pussy next, and it was not long before she felt the shockwaves of delight coursing through her when his full mouth with against her, ready to dine on pussy for the first time. The taste was not disappointing and spurred the artificially-made Naruto to press his orifice tighter against her sex. Her entire pelvis quivered and bucked when his tongue sloppily lapped at her folds, replacing her juices with his saliva.
Whimpering more pitifully than she was comfortable with, Konan fisted the front of Naruto's pants. "Ahn, Naruto!" Her desperate gasps were the most beautiful noise that had ever touched Naruto's ears. The fist movement on his hard dick stopped when she began to push back against the clone's face. Always eager to please a pretty lady, Naruto's copy worked harder and lashed her pussy mercilessly with his tongue, still rubbing her nub to keep her begging for more. In a fit of excitement, he pressed his tongue flat against her cunt and licked upward in a prolonged swath, covering her back hole with spit. The moment such an area was touched, Konan's muscles tightened against the foreign contact.
Though it was delightful to watch Konan writhe and moan in pleasure, the real Naruto underneath her was becoming excited and frustrated from the absence of touch, a dangerous combination for an untrained jinchuuriki. And when pushed to such a degree of longing, control began to slip. He could keep himself from going full under, but it was like having his fur ruffled. And this aggression also transferred to his clones…
Whisker markings were beginning to bristle on the two Narutos. Snarling viciously, the clone buried his mouth against her snatch, spreading her juices all over his lower face. He nipped at the inside of her thighs. She winced. Were those fangs that pricked her? As abruptly as she had thrown Naruto to the ground, she found herself toppled and lying over the bed of flowers at the edge of the hot springs. Her head would be dangling over the rim if she hadn't tried to bring herself up. However, the real Naruto was over her in an instant, not physically pinning her down, but subduing her with mere presence. The lively-blue of his eyes had changed to a sinister-crimson, and even his hair seemed a bit less tame. There was so much lust in his glare, enough to devour her.
He was rough now, not enthusiastic; Konan would not say it was unpleasant, though. Passion; yes, she loved the passion he was giving her. Akatsuki was not passionate about anything other than their own causes. Perhaps Deidara was the only one who showed true emotion and love for anything. Naruto snarled and practically tore off her pants, discarding them carelessly behind him. His hands then went to her ankles, sliding up and relishing the smoothness of them. She lay before him, an unknown enemy who had willingly given herself to him, an angel tainted with sin and desiring to be human.
Normally, with the ore of the First Hokage in place around his neck, the primal instinct of the kyuubi would have no influence over him unless provoked to the highest degree of stress. But this was a different kind of stress; he was pushed by desire, not hatred, and desire was a much stronger thing.
His cock ached, and it felt like it was trying to stretch forward to meet Konan's beautiful body. She did not look afraid or regretful; in her placid stare, he could vaguely notice her anticipation. What was he waiting for, she thought?
"Spread your legs," he finally said. Though he requested it of her, he was the one who forced them apart as he scooted in. However, before actually prepping to pierce her, he recklessly kicked off his pants and reset himself in between her thighs. When he took a hand to his rigid staff, Konan obligingly spread her legs a bit further; he was large, after all. His blunt cockhead pushed against her opening, stilling her breath. He growled softly while observing her like a predator. She felt like she was in the sights of a true demon. Her heart was racing. He was going to claim her if she allowed it or not. Her eyes shifted down towards her crotch and witnessed the monster waiting to fill her. Without her even thinking, she spread her legs further for easier access.
Naruto would not give her the chance to change her mind and try squirm out of his grip. He brushed the tip of his erection against her hole to ready her for impalement, and then he jabbed into her, tight walls stretching around his impressive girth. The earlier stimulation from his tongue had truly helped her channel to ease passage, but it was still a tight fit that made Konan cringe with some pain. His strong hands went to her hips, sharp fingernails digging into her skin until he almost drew blood. She whined softly when he pulled back before making a full thrust into her tight pussy. He grunted harshly when embedded in the vice of Konan's body. There were a few experimental rocks of his body against hers, testing the feel of moving in and out of her.
Her hands grabbed onto his biceps when he began to move in a better-adjusted rhythm. She bucked against him, forcing him deeper. Even while she did, she made breathless remarks about his size as well as the heat coming from his thrusting muscle; he was unnaturally hot, and it increased the pleasure of the experience.
"Oh, God," she gasped out, wrapping an arm underneath her tits as they wallowed in time with Naruto's vicious thrusts. However, Naruto would not have the visual of her hypnotically swaying chest; he grabbed her wrist and pulled it away to pin at her side. This power and authority he demonstrated over her, it was incredibly arousing. The hand not restricting her arm came up from her waist to paw at her breasts, squeezing them until they hurt deliciously. She rolled her hips forcibly against his in response to his belligerence.
She had been watching his cock ram home into her pussy, her purple-decorated eyelids drooping halfway from waning strength; all of her power had been drained to the muscles massaging Naruto's cock and urging him to plant his seed into her. She was completely unaware of her surroundings until her head was suddenly yanked back. Eyes wide, her head dangled over the hot springs, her world now upside down. When had the clone slipped behind her without so much as making a splash in the water?
Her jaw was pushed open when the clone shoved his hips forward. She gave a gasp of refusal when the thick member shoved through her lips towards the back of her throat. The entrance convulsed, her gag reflex trying to force him out, but she had no choice but to suppress that urge as her esophagus was plundered. Her eyes watered from the feeling of having her windpipe clogged by his member.
The clone did not rush his entire shaft into her throat, as that could've seriously hurt her, and he had at least the presence of mind to care for her wellbeing. Even so, he started to move in and out of her throat in abandon. One of her hands were still caught in the real Naruto's iron-grip, so she could only fend off the other by placing one hand against his thigh to try to refrain him from pushing too roughly against her. Almost seven inches were plowing into her throat, restricting her breath to the point where she started to become lightheaded. She could have gone into paper form, extract herself from the two Narutos, but that was not an option; she was enjoying herself to much.
Naruto's double grunted, pulling himself completely out of Konan's tight throat like a sword from a sheath. The moment her mouth was unplugged, she gasped for air, coughing and wiping away the trails of spit that clung to the withdrawing cock. Now that she could breathe freely again, she groaned and arched her back. The Naruto fucking her hadn't let up on his tempo just because she was deepthroating his duplicate.
"Is that good?" he asked in between thrusts. "Do you like it like this, dattebayo?"
Konan looked at him and nodded frantically. "It's good. Just like that, uhh! Keep fucking me just like that." She arched her back, causing her breasts to jiggle slightly. Diving in from above, Naruto's clone put his lips around her left nipple. His hips then bucked at her face, blindly trying to zero in on her mouth. Hungry for more, the blue-haired beauty stuck out her tongue and used it to direct the penis into her awaiting mouth. She gulped down the cock, now ready to accept it.
Konan was stretched out in between two Narutos, being fucked on either side. Not an hour ago, they were enemies – they probably still would be if Naruto knew that she was a part of the group that saw his kind as simple containers meant to be discarded after their power was stolen from them. She suddenly wracked violently from the thought of how violently Naruto would fuck her if he was spurred by hatred as well as lust.
Naruto ceased his thrusting movements, hissing as if in pain when he felt her vaginal walls squeezing him. Her toes curled and her hands desperately latched onto whatever was within reach. The long-awaited orgasm had finally arrived. Her entire being shuddered and her core convulsed around the shaft that now moved in subtle thrusts. She gave a muffled shriek, the vibrations welcome to the clone's cock; he responded by biting her nipple and pulling on it.
The cock came out of her mouth to offer her some time to breathe, and she took it gratefully. She stared up at the feral boy looming over her. She could tell he wanted her to finish him. Stretching out her tongue, she moaned for him, and he moved towards her. Instead of pushing into her mouth, he slid across her tongue until his sac was presented to her. She went along with it, though she had never put her mouth to a scrotum before; it shouldn't require any real skill. She licked each of his testicles, suckled the tightening skill, and bit ever so gently at the very base of his prick.
In no time at all, the clone lost control of himself. Pulling away from Konan's mouth, unable to bear the wonderful pleasures, he gripped his erection and stroked it vigorously, stimulating himself further by groping her breasts while locking eyes with her. Her lust-filled eyes were so alluring, her soft moans in response to the real Naruto pounding her thoroughly satisfied pussy music to his ears. She couldn't have urged him to cum harder even if she told him to. The Narutos may have looked alike, but the original would always maintain greater stamina than his clones; that was how he was able to outlast the double even after being given more attention.
The clone bared his fangs when the bubbling pleasure burst forth. His testicles shot their load up through his ten-inch cock. Konan uttered softly, closing her eyes as thick, white strings of jizz began to coat her face. She had never experienced such a thing before. It was so dirty; the revered angel of God so willingly allowing a boy to soil her face with his seed. A portion that oozed over her lip piercing was sampled when it touched her lips. It was not an unpleasant taste, but she was not about to slurp up every patch of cum that he had decorated her face with.
With his load spent, but cock still hard, the Naruto clone pressed the leaking head to her lips. In small doses, Konan was happy to suck out any traces of the bleach-tasting juices.
Under normal circumstances, the clone would have vanished after his strength faltered. Fortunately, the boost from the kyuubi's influence kept him raring for one more go. And he knew just where he wanted to spend it. Being of the same mentality, the true Naruto wrapped an arm underneath Konan's midsection and hoisted her up until their positions were reversed; he was now on the bottom and Konan was shakily straddling him. "So deep…" She shifted her hips to better seat herself on his long pole.
Naruto grinned at his double and reached for her ass. After pulling aside the cape-flap of her top, her butt cheeks were spread, much to her embarrassment, and the tight ring of muscle was displayed. Experimentally, while the clone stroked himself readily, Naruto dipped his finger down to prod the hole; Konan tightened on reflex. When the digit pushed inside of her, she shot a deathly glare down at him.
"No," she rebuked him firmly, though her breath still somewhat shaky. "Do not presume that you have access to all of me…" No matter how much Yahiko had implored for them to experiment, she never allowed him back there.
However, she was suddenly forced forward, the momentum causing a dollop of cum to fall from her chin to splatter on the swells of her breast. She turned and looked over her shoulder as the clone urged her to bend over her other lover. It was all too clear what he had intended for her. Though she requested that he not, the clone pushed his cockhead against her tight entrance. It would've been hard to fit a normal-sized cock in such an area; for Naruto's passage, Konan found it to be downright painful. She grit her teeth, fisting the real Naruto's jacket as the head opened up her anus and forced its way it. The skin of the sphincter had stretched tight around him, but she held.
"It's big," she wheezed, expressing vulnerability in her soft voice. She panted uncontrollably, her demeanor finally shaken free as more and more of Naruto's cock crawled into her rectum. "It's so big!" She would not allow herself to admit to the pain. The world was full of it, full of suffering; this was pleasure compared to it.
"Maybe you're just really tight," argued the clone as he tried to squeeze more of himself into her. It was too much past six inches; he stopped, settling for what he had just accomplished, and sighed.
Konan grunted, wriggling her hips to help in comfort. The husk of her voice had whittled to a woman's whimper. Her body resisted foreign intrusion, but the clone worked with it, waiting until the shudder of her anal muscles weakened, and then insisting his venture. A fist untangled from the real's sternum to go to her firm, round rearend, helping to widen the narrow orifice to suit the endowed clone's purpose.
Two cocks in her of equal stature; it felt weird, the membrane quashed between the stuffing of her two channels. The Naruto beneath her had shown extraordinary patience to have waited as long as he had. Perhaps it was enough to be kept deep inside of her, pushing up against her womb. He squirmed as if to remind her that he was there. When her eyes went down to him, he gave her that mischievous smile that the adults of Konoha feared. What he had in mind wasn't exactly bad, but it was naughty.
He reached up, took a swath of cum from underneath her eyes, and pushed it to her mouth. Obediently, she stuck out her tongue and consumed his seed. After she finished feeding off the finger, he returned his hands to her waist. "Ready?" He spoke to his other self.
The clone grinned broadly, excited to fuck Konan's ass. "Yeah!!" Looking down at his embedded cock, he took a stance to get a better view of him impaling her from behind. He licked his lips and began to draw out. When he had almost completely evacuated her, Konan shivered; it felt surprisingly good having him back out of her. During the following insertion, she found it to be less painful, though it still made her face twist in discomfort.
Without the resistance of tight muscles clenching around a foreign insertion, the bottom Naruto began to thrust, throwing off the slow, steady rhythm of his clone. Despite the pain in her ass, Konan began to moan and whimper as she bucked above her enthusiastic lover. Her tits bounced while she rode him until the clone's hands slipped around to caress them and rub the spot of his semen into the supple skin around her nipple.
None of the three could speak as they rocked against one another. Naruto and his clone were not cooperative and did not coincide with their thrusts, and Konan was caught in the middle, jerking violently at some points when she was speared from behind or bouncing on Naruto's cock when the bottom one gained control. The variety of pleasure was breathtaking; she hadn't realized that she hadn't accepted air for almost a minute until she moaned out loud.
The pain of her anus being stretched so completely had given way to the unusual pleasure of having a dick ramming through it, separating the space of her colon more and more until she yielded and received his cock like a good whore. With a last, rather brutal thrust, the clone succeeded in burying himself to the hilt. In that successful instant, he gave pause to gawk at his accomplishment. He gave her was felt like 'a job well done' slap on her ass before he began working in and out of her widened hole.
Konan grunted, for because the Naruto beneath her no longer controlled her movement, it was left up to her to move herself up and down on his rigid girth. It was a difficult task since the Naruto behind her made his thrusts into her backside so urgent and demanding. Her nectar flowed around the real Naruto's lap, making the wet, sticky sounds of sex whenever she dropped herself fully on him. She rolled her hips, rocked them up and down, tried every motion to strengthen what seemed like a never-ending orgasm. Her head fell forward while she made strangled sobs of pleasure. Another climax reached her and caused her to clamp down on the Naruto dicks as hard as she could in her weary state.
"I can't hold it back, 'tebayo!" hollered the Naruto underneath her. The untamed look in his red eyes became before even more feral. He snarled as he took hold of Konan's waist, now lifting and dropping her with his own strength. His rapidness propelled her to further completion. "It's too tight! I'm gonna…!" He just had not the chance to finish, groaning loudly and solidifying their union with jets of sperm rushing into her in hot pulsations.
Seed had been planted in her womb, flooding the fertile space until the quantity spilled from the welcoming doors to the convulsing passage leading out of the birth canal. A white ring encircled Naruto's still-thrusting pole as he rode his orgasm to the brink. Even with her being flooded, he still had more to pour into her. Only when he gave the last shuddering thrusts into her did his strength finally give out, and his hands went slack; she was left bruises from the tightness of his grip.
Now she's all mine! The clone took advantage of the free mobility he now had. He did not want to waste his strength holding her up while still fucking her ass, so, with his genitals still tucked nicely away in her rectum, and with her lifeless and moving as he instructed her to, he eased back into the hot springs; the real Naruto's wilting cock slipped from her with a moan from both of them. Near the shore, the water was hardly deep at all, and Konan was situated on her knees while leaning over the ridge of land.
Yes, this was a nice arrangement. The clone felt hot jizz pouring over his testicles, but didn't pay it any mind; it was technically his own. In fact, it was pretty pleasurable when his sac bumped against her with each of his thrusts. The calm surface of the pond rippled when he moved harshly into her back end.
Konan could hardly find the strength to do anything but moan, convulse involuntarily, or clutch at the grass when Naruto delved too deeply into her. When his hand came around her waist, she cried in pleasure. He was smearing his original's seed all over her sex, coating it with liquid heat. Her pubic hair was saturated with the gooey substance, and he painted it on her clitoris very thoroughly.
She felt so dirty, so defiled, and she loved every second of it. The seed that had been poured into her kept her lower belly aflame with aftershocks of an unforgettable orgasm. Had she even had one before this encounter?
Picking herself up onto her elbows, she bowed her head as if in prayer, the effect complete with her gasping and moaning huskily. When the clone's finger slipped into her overflowing pussy, her head dropped and she inhaled deeply.
Thrusts became harder and harder, and the clone perspired more and more. This was his end, but he would make it grand. He did not announce it verbally, but Konan knew he was done for before even feeling his heat flood her bowels. Unlike the other, this Naruto did not continue to thrust as he came; he just stilled himself entirely, embedded completely in her ass as he swelled and discharged his essence. As the flow continued in strong bursts, he leaned forward and bit roughly on her shoulder, as if he didn't leave enough telltale markings on her already; she did not complain.
Spent, her ass now filled with jinchuuriki seed, the clone carefully extracted himself and stared at the gaping hole withholding his semen. So erotic… His hand moved to touch her ass, but it was too late. He vanished in a cloud of smoke to relay to the original all the pleasurable experiences he had.
For a while, as Naruto lay unconscious ahead of her, Konan regrouped, and clarity blew away the haze of sexual arousal. Strength returned, and she finally pulled herself up, though her nether lips spilled the jinchuuriki's essence embarrassingly. She chose to wash herself up a bit before retreating back to Amegakure, lest she wanted to explain to Pein why she looked so sedated with goo covering her face.
When she was finished tidying up, she glanced at the blonde boy, now serene and content. It would be all too easy to abduct him now; he'd probably go with her willingly if she told him to. But, she did not take advantage of the situation. She straightened out her top, covering her breasts back up with the scanty clothes and put on her pants after retrieving them from some shrubbery. Now presentable, she extended her hand, and her body began to dissolve into little paper airplanes; the fastest way for her to travel when needing rest.
"Wait… 'tebayo." She turned and saw Naruto barely able to lift his head to look at her; she did not stop in her scattering retreat. Weakly, he asked, "What's your name?"
Konan did not answer until the last planes were carried away by the wind, and her bodiless head stated simply, "Konan." Then she was nothing but bits of paper heading to the far-off rainclouds of her village, but not before some strayed from their path to collect one last piece of clothing,
At first, Naruto didn't recognize the black draping, but when he saw red clouds, his eyes suddenly went wide, and he sat up, temporarily forgetting his fatigue. "I just lost my virginity to Akatsuki, 'tebayo?!"
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"What's wrong with him?" Kiba asked while leaning against his huge dog. He looked to Kakashi and Yamato for an explanation. "One minute, we're chasing after Sasuke. Then he goes berserk for a bit, and now he's just…" He didn't know how to describe it, simply gesturing to the Naruto clone lying flat on the ground with a dreamy smile on his face.
"Something must've happened to him elsewhere," Kakashi observed, looking to Sakura for a suggestion; she simply shrugged. He then knelt down to face his former student. He tapped him on the side of the face. "Naruto, did something happen?"
The clone that Naruto had left with the group simply nodded like a boneless turkey.
"What happened?"
Naruto looked directly at Kakashi. "Something great, 'tebayo…"
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Sorry for all the 'tebayo' nonsense. I didn't have the patience to extract them.