A/N: Remember you can always find me and see even more of my content, and see it earlier than anywhere else, over by a certain site that rhymes with Rate On, or a site known for its rather questionable questing practices, under the same name, or at the blue bird place, NOTTHISWAYQQ~
Written for an anonymous pal~
To be a Hyuuga was to be among the elite.
And even among the elite, Hanabi was a step above the rest, for she was the daughter of the leader of the clan. Second daughter, yes – but her sister was horribly ill suited to lead a dog out of a pen, much less the most powerful and politically connected clan in the village. The Hyuuga were the elite among the elite, the greatest ninja in the village by default.
Even a Branch Member of the Hyuuga was superior to his peers, by mere merit of having been born to their numbers.
Right?
"So why do I have to join the plebe and take part in this ridiculous, nonsensical idea of community service?" Hanabi asked. "It was started as a method to pay for the tuition of students, I hardly think it's proper for a member of the Hyuuga, much less their heiress, to be seen as a mere hotel employee!"
She let out a frustrated huff, as she looked at herself in the mirror, making sure every part of her appearance was absolutely perfect. With aid of her eyes, she was able to use a mirror set behind her to also make absolutely sure everything behind was just as impeccable.
She made certain the ribbon was properly tied and fluffed up, that her pink blouse was perfectly pressed, that her white skirt was exactly the regulation length and not an inch above or below, and she ensured she was comfortable walking in the small heels that her uniform demanded. Though optional, Hanabi was nothing if not an overachiever, and her opaque stockings complimented the look.
She then slipped on the jacket, adjusting to make sure everything was in its correct place, ensuring that she had the proper posture and making absolutely certain that none of the ninja tools she'd hidden – in particular, a few metallic needles, a pair of pills in case she needed an emergency chakra infusion, and a hidden small kunai pouch strapped to her thigh under the skirt – were visible.
With everything completed, checked, triple checked and then checked a fourth time just to make absolutely certain her appearance was perfect, Hanabi sighed, put the silly cap on top of her head, and twisted her face into the customer service smile she had been made to practice over and over again.
"Welcome sir or madam, would you like me to help you carry your luggage up to your room?" she asked the mirror, raising a hand.
She groaned, shaking her head. "Why do I have to do this?" she lamented once more.
With a final sigh as she realized that the world wasn't changing, no matter how much she desperately wanted it to, Hanabi put the mirror she had placed behind her back in its proper place above one of the hand wash stations of the prep room, and neatly piled up her clothes into the locker that had been assigned to her. She also noticed that the locker was occupied by one of her so called 'seniors'.
She gave it a disgusted look, realizing it was left unlocked, and with the movement generated by Hanabi storing her clothes, it slid open. Inside was a messy pile of clothes and personal effects. She nearly made a disgusted face, only barely managing to school her features, as a red piece of cloth fell out of the locker. She picked it up with a bit of disgust.
The unnecessarily erotic underwear was clean, but Hanabi couldn't even imagine the purpose of bringing spare underwear of this sort. She had a change of panties, of course – the only expectation she had was that the disgusting civilians that would patronize the hotel would no doubt find a way to spill something onto her. But her change of panties was a sensible white cotton pair, meant for comfort.
The mental picture of herself wearing such a tiny and foul pair was just disturbing, and Hanabi didn't even want to imagine it. What did people see in that sort of stuff anyway?
She put the panties into the locker and closed it. Despite her disgust and the general feeling of grossness that led her to washing her hands immediately after doing so, Hanabi couldn't help but come back to the image of the red thong as she gave herself a final once over before moving out. The image of herself… or perhaps, someone who could properly show it off…
Still, she couldn't dwell on that for long, her first day of work was starting, and of course, the very first guests that she greeted was a ridiculously fat businessman, with some floozy attached to his side, dripping with fake appeal, caked in makeup, and clearly only after the man's obvious wealth that he put on display.
He had all the signs of an easy mark – a man who was not as rich as he tried to pretend he was, who would spend large amounts of money and be easily led by the nose by a kunoichi. She had been taught how to deal with such fools, and she had no sympathy for the idiot about to be fleeced for all he was worth.
Even less so, considering she spied a wedding band on one of his fingers, but the woman's only jewelry was piercings on her ears and belly button.
"Welcome to the Hotel Hidden Amidst the Leaves, sir and madam!" she said, affecting her best fake cheer. They'd already checked in, and Hanabi spied the key for room 403, on the fourth floor. Relatively on the cheaper end, little in the way of luxuries, but a comfortable bed and a TV with a video player.
Undoubtedly, these people had come here for a very obvious reason.
"Would you need me to carry any luggage?" she asked, knowing the answer was no.
"Hurry up and take us to our room, girl, we have… business to discuss," the fat man said, squeezing an asscheek of the woman about to take all of worth he had with him. She let out an earsplittingly high pitched, fake giggle.
"Oh you dirty beast!" she giggled, the insult very much intentional.
"Very well sir! Allow me to escort you!" she said, and took them up to their room via the elevator. As it was a chakra powered elevator, it was easier if a ninja operated it. Normally there'd be a specific person who would operate the elevator at all times, but when it was academy community service season, that person would be the operator only for the actual room floors, and the attendant would take the person up instead.
Soon enough, Hanabi got them to the fourth floor, and led them to the room. Even the cheaper rooms in the biggest Hotel in Konoha were quite expensive and very nice to stay at. Hanabi would not mind a stay, herself, but unfortunately, she was coming to terms with the idea of having the image of the hotel tarnished by its guests.
And that was her life, for a couple of hours. Boring, and a little bit gross, but ultimately not that much of an issue that she couldn't continue to maintain the façade of politeness that her job required of her. Acting lessons were a must for kunoichi, and Hanabi had decided to excel in as many aspects of her ninja career as she could.
Everything was boring, until…
They happened.
It really was the best way to describe it. After hours of boredom, hours of having to deal with entitled assholes that treated her as little more than the dirt beneath their shoe, after having people treat her like a useless, incompetent child…
She was looking for something, anything, to break up the monotony, and then that strange, unique group came in. The first of the guests that was not a civilian family, or, more likely a spouse cheating on their partner.
Hanabi chose to believe the man claiming he came in with his daughter was lying about that part – considering they were fucking even before she was even finished leaving the hallway.
The first time she saw the person who'd captivated her interest, she came in a group of four. Lead by a man with a strong bearing and a distractingly priestly garb, the four visitors to the hotel seemed to be speaking animatedly.
From what she was able to garner by stretching her senses, they were a sort of adventuring troupe, who ventured into old ruins and such looking for treasure. Some would call them grave robbers.
While there were some that would definitely be rather upset about such a thing… Hanabi couldn't say she cared overly much. Yes, it was an unsavory occupation, but, well, she didn't much care for people who couldn't look after the burial sites of their ancestors.
Each of them had the bearing of a ninja. They walked with confidence, and Hanabi didn't need to activate her Byakugan to check their chakra. Two men and two… women? A woman and an effeminate man? It was hard to tell without taking a peek with her Byakugan, but she was too polite – and in public, ninja would surely notice – to do so.
Fortunately for her, Hanabi was the one available to take them to their room, and even more fortunately, they traveled light.
Their lead, a man of dark skin with a discolored scar across his face, and white hair, introduced himself at the corner as Furido, and requested four rooms. Apparently they had plenty to pay with, and they wanted privacy. Definitely ninja.
Four rooms were available on the fifth floor, contiguous – the way ninja liked it, back to back with each other, with no space inbetween to have any sort of trap set up. Not every floor was set up like that, but civilians thought it was quirky and entertaining to be in a 'ninja' hotel, so they usually paid even more than ninja did for those rooms.
"Welcome, sirs and madam…s," Hanabia said, trailing off a little, "please allow me to escort you to your room!" she said.
Her eyes, then, scanned each of them. The man who lead the group was definitely the most imposing, but the other man was no slouch – Hanabi had a feel of strong, impervious defense from him, like he was constantly challenging all around him.
He also had silly facial hair, but she kept that opinion to herself.
The third to get on the elevator was the androgynous one, and Hanabi tried her hardest not to gawk. Whether man or woman, it didn't matter. She didn't particularly find the thought too distracting, considering that person moved with purpose and certainty, calculating every step.
Definitely the sort that would rely more on strategy and tactics than brute force, she mused.
The last one almost made Hanabi's breath catch in her throat. The first thing she noticed was her lustrous, dark red hair. It moved slightly as she walked, each strand shiny and glossy, perfectly straight.
The woman's eyes focused on Hanabi's for a second, and Hanabi swore she saw her tongue slip out and lick at her lips, as if she was judging Hanabi… and finding her acceptable.
"We'll reconvene at the usual hours," their leader said, and Hanabi realized that the door had opened and that she had missed their conversation, lost in the woman's hair.
"Right," the others agreed. Hanabi blinked, coughing a little. "Ah, honored guests, as you can see, this block has each of your rooms-" she explained the setup, and they each seemed to understand… and promptly head off to their rooms as she passed them the keys.
All of them, except one, of course.
The woman in a loose pink robe that showed the spats she wore underneath, whose body was everything Hanabi wished to be and then some – slim, well-shaped, with no excess anywhere to be seen. The body of a kunoichi, healthy, strong, efficient… an image of feminine and deadly strength.
Hanabi gulped as the woman smirked, her eyes glinting down, like she was a cat, and had just spied a particularly juicy bird. "Hey there," she said. "My name's Fuuka… what's yours?"
Hanabi tried to steel her nerves. "My name is Ma'am, Hanabi- err I mean, Hanabi! It's Hanabi!"
"Well aren't you just the cutest," she said, chuckling. "Well then, miss Hanabi," she said, leaning into Hanabi's personal space, her hand slipping down Hanabi's pocket, fishing for the keys to the last of the room, lingering ever so slightly, licking her lips. She held the keys up, the tag with the 504 number dangling.
With a wink, Fuuka stepped back, turned around, and walked away, Hanabi's eyes glued to the sway of her hips. She was exaggerating it, clearly, walking with a confident and dominant swagger that had her commanding all of Hanabi's attention.
The woman turned her face and sent Hanabi one final glance, blowing her a kiss, before turning around and walking away.
That sight would haunt Hanabi for the rest of the day – it did, in a way, make the day slightly more bearable. Because even as she had to deal with the boredom and annoyance of the guests… her mind, when idle, kept drifting towards the mental image of that woman, that- that powerful kunoichi that she wanted to be like.
Hanabi refused to acknowledge the image on her head, of that woman's beautiful body covering only by the skimpy red thong she remembered handling that morning, and she absolutely, totally and completely refused to give in to the thoughts as they came.
It would only be close to the end of her shift that Hanabi would finally get a breath, a moment of respite… and then it, too, was ruined, as the clerk at the front desk approached her. "Miss Hyuuga," there was some degree of respect – even if she was technically this person's underling, she was still the heiress of the Hyuuga, and people dared not cross her. "Room 504 has requested service."
Hanabi frowned. "Food?" she asked.
"Quite," the clerk said. Then they pointed at the front counter, where a waiter with a platter covered by a silver dome, well, waited. "Please take it up to them."
"R-Right," Hanabi said. For a moment she hesitated – there was something about that woman, something besides the powerfully seductive aura she carried… An air of danger. Like a proper kunoichi, she was dangerous. She was… a killer, no doubt.
Still… she couldn't deny that there was curiosity in her. In the debate, the combination of duty and curiosity defeated caution, and she schooled her features and squared her shoulders, taking the tray, and taking the elevator up to the fifth floor, her nerves eating and gnawing at her as she waited.
Not a moment too soon, she was already in front of the woman's hotel room, the door closed. She made sure the tray was properly balanced, and knocked on the door firmly, but softly enough not to disturb.
"Come on in," the woman called.
After a few instants of final thoughts, Hanabi hardened her nerves and forced herself to open the door, walking into the room. It was… normal. Not some evil lair. The bed was a bit messed up, it was clear the woman had been laying down.
The TV was on, and a… rather spicy movie was playing on it.
Hanabi thought it inappropriate, and tore her eyes from it, even as they were drawn by the movement of the bodies within it. She vaguely recognized a famous actress, in skimpy garments, being fought over by some big scary and evil looking dude and a strangely familiar blond guy in orange armor.
Which would've been all fine and dandy if the princess didn't have her breasts fully exposed, and the camera didn't keep focusing on such things.
"Quaint," Fuuka commented. "Apparently they used real ninja for this one," she said, as her hand grabbed the remote and muted it. "Ah, you brought the room service to me, that makes me really happy Ha~na~bi~"
The Hyuuga's heart skipped a beat, then. She cleared her throat. "T-That's right, room service ma'am!" she said.
"Please, call me Fuuka," she said, smiling. "Come here, bring it to me sweet."
Hanabi swallowed, and only now looked for the first time at Fuuka… the guest to the hotel had clearly decided to make herself at home, discarding her battle ready and slightly worn clothes for what appeared to be a terry cloth robe, open at the front, revealing almost all of her body, from her nice and full, firm looking breasts, contained only by the strap holding the robe together, to the frilly, fancy set of panties that covered her crotch.
Hanabi gulped. "Y-Yes," she bit out, taking a few steps towards the bed, where Fuuka had sat down. As she did so, she nearly stumbled, and only years of training kept her in place.
Finally, she reached her target, and stiffly, almost robotically, set the tray where the guest indicated, pulling off the dome to reveal what appeared to be some sort of dessert in a large cup. A big mountain of cream decorated with strawberries, a cherry on top and chocolate.
"Ah, that looks absolutely scrumptious," Fuuka said, licking her lips, "almost as much as you do sweet."
Hanabi sputtered. "Ah, m-ma'am, I'm- I'm working," she said, "p-please-"
Fuuka chuckled. "So am I, sweet," she said. "I'm working on helping you relax," she added, patting the bed beside her. "So come on, grab a seat…"
Hanabi hesitated, but ultimately, being polite and accommodating to the guests was her job, right?
As she sat, Fuuka set the large dessert between them, and grabbed the provided spoon, scooping up a bit of cream and downing it. "Ah, delicious and sweet," she said, licking her lips and licking up the spoon until it was spotless. She grabbed another spoonful, and grinned as she offered it to Hanabi. "Want some, sweet?"
"I really shouldn't," Hanabi protested, "ma'am I-" but as she opened her mouth to speak, she was caught by surprise as Fuuka shoved the spoon in, with a calm chuckle.
"How is it, darling sweet?" she asked. "Good, isn't it?"
"T-The cream is-" Hanabi began.
"No, sweet… the secondhand taste of my lips, of my tongue, on yours… as you licked up the spoon, did you enjoy the indirect kiss?" she asked.
Hanabi choked. "M-M-Ma'am!" she protested. "That's, that's inappropriate!"
"Ah, so you did," Fuuka said smirking. "Well… how would you like to share a direct kiss this time, sweet?" she saked. "You look so delicious, I can hardly contain myself."
Hanabi tried to calm her racing heart. This wasn't right. This was in no way correct or appropriate. She was a member of the Hyuuga! Nobility among ninja! An elite! She shouldn't be getting this flustered just over one single seductive kunoichi! Besides, she shouldn't be getting like this at all! They were both women, and, and that wasn't how things were supposed to be!
Hanabi fought hard for a momentary instant of clarity, and as she was about to get it…
Fuuka let out a disappointed moan. "Ah, is that how it's gonna be?" she asked.
At this, Hanabi realized that the woman was looking at the screen – where the formerly captive princess was now—
Hanabi coughed as she tried to clear airways, choking on her own saliva, as she watched the dark haired princess do… things that defied human sensibility with that oversized log the hero had between his legs.
"I swear, so little creativity these days, so little flair for romance," Fuuka complained. "But I suppose, I, too, would lose my mind rather quickly if it was someone like you, my sweet…" she spoke, her hand caressing Hanabi's cheek and lining their faces up together.
Hanabi relaxed and allowed it to happen, her body open and receiving, as Fuuka brought their faces together and planted her lips on Hanabi's. Within moments, her tongue insistently prodded at Hanabi's closed lips, and the redhead was quickly able to gain entrance.
Hanabi, whose lips until now had been as pure and virginal as the snow at the highest of peaks, had little if any chance whatsoever against what was clearly an experienced and practiced kisser, who showed her that kissing wasn't just the mashing of membranes together, but an art and a game, cooperation and domination mingling together to become a dance of tongues and lips.
"I knew it, you're a deep kiss sort of girl," Fuuka said as she pulled back, licking up her lips. "And you taste so sweet, so pure and clean," she said, smirking.
Hanabi had a moment of startled realization, when she felt Fuuka's hand crawling up her stocking clad leg, and beginning to tease at her panty clad cunny. The redhead was insistent, firm and while one of her hands kept a grip on Hanabi's shoulder, the other teased at her crotch.
"N-No, no, this isn't, this isn't right," Hanabi protested, trying to muster up the strength necessary to break the kunoichi's grip, but from a combination of her not insignificant strength and the fact that Hanabi couldn't quite be that firm herself, feeling a bit wobbly from the kiss… it didn't go much of anywhere.
"Aww, darling… this is natural, just let it happen," she said, "if you do, I'll let you kiss me again…"
It was… it wasn't…
It couldn't be so simple, could it? It couldn't just be… that? Right? It couldn't… Hanabi couldn't be so weak and simple to manipulate, could she?
After a few moments, Hanabi relaxed her legs and thighs, and Fuuka's hand found itself once more able to tease at her intimate spots.
"Good girl, sweet, you're such a good girl," Fuuka moaned, as the hand on Hanabi's shoulder began to move as well, beginning to play with the younger kunoichi's chest. "Hmm… these are growing in nicely," she spoke, massaging Hanabi's prodigious A cup breasts – already, she was beginning to develop the so called 'second bloodline' of the Hyuuga.
Even if she was sometimes quite jealous of her sister's amazing pair, Hanabi knew some day she would match her.
Hanabi's eyes took in everything of the woman holding her, the soft, luscious looking lips, the beautiful curves of her body, the confident, seductive expression and the bright, mischievous glint of her eye – the predatory look, complimented and strengthened by the beauty mark just under her lips, it all gave her the air of a mature, expert woman.
The sort that Hanabi had once thought she'd inevitably become.
"I… I…" Hanabi doubted herself for a moment.
"Come here, sweet," Fuuka spoke, the hand on Hanabi's crotch going to undo the knot of the robe, releasing the bountiful breasts within for Hanabi to appreciate.
She put said breast in Hanabi's face, and the younger girl latched onto her nipple almost automatically.
Fuuka let out a low, seductive moan of appreciation. "That's it, sweet, just like that, suck like that," she said. "Ohh, you're a talented little girl aren't you?" she asked, rhetorically, one arm still holding Hanabi firmly in place, but both hands now on the small chest, playing with it.
Rolling, pinching and tapping on her nipples, using her nails to tickle and scratch ever so softly and sweetly, adding a hint of bizarrely enticing pain, just enough to heighten and spike the pleasure that Hanabi felt, nursing on the guest's breast like it was her own mother's.
Fuuka hummed appreciatively, and let herself lie down a little. Hanabi's legs almost acted on pure and undiluted instinct, guided only by hard work and ninja training to be agile and limber, and wrapped themselves around Fuuka's own leg. Latched onto the guest's breast, her body was seeking more and more contact with her.
With little in the way of thought or knowledge, Hanabi simply sought even more of the warm contact, of the strangely mind numbing pleasure that simply being with Fuuka was providing her, the exchange of body warmth as enticing if not even more so than the lewd and explicit sex acts occurring in the muted movie that Hanabi caught out of the corner of her eye.
Fuuka laughed a little. "Oh darling you don't have to rush, I won't be going anywhere," she cooed, "come here, sate yourself, come and get your fill of my body…" she moaned as Hanabi began sucking harder, her skirt hiking up, revealing the white panties underneath, damp and moist as she humped her crotch against Fuuka's meaty, strong thigh.
Hanabi cared little for propriety now, instead all of her focused purely on the body of the woman before her, as the sights, sounds and smells assaulted her, as she drank in the taste of the body that had been offered for her to feast upon, of the delightful seductress that had claimed her so easily and so quickly.
Little care remained in Hanabi, only the increasingly more desperate quest for the pleasure Fuuka could and would provide her remained.
Hanabi grunted a little, when Fuuka tapped her shoulder, and with a bit of despair and forlorn feeling, she unlatched her mouth from the nipple that had provided her with so much happy pleasure and joyful fun, and looked up, eyes a bit teary as the redhead looked down upon her.
"Hmm… my darling sweet, you're so beautiful," she spoke, "I could just eat you up right now," she said, "in fact, I think I will," she said with a giggle, using her hands to move Hanabi.
Feeling weak and not quite ready or willing to really do anything to impede Fuuka, Hanabi allowed herself to be manhandled onto the bed. She only moved a little, and even then, it was mostly to assist Fuuka as the older kunoichi began to separate Hanabi from her clothes, the jacket going first, thrown away off the bed, and it was quickly followed by the skirt, the button holding it together not an impediment for the determined ninja in the room.
Soon enough, Hanabi was left wearing only a stained white pair of panties, and a rather rumpled up blouse. Licking her lips, Fuuka slowly, carefully, began peeling the panties off, delighting herself in the image of the thick strands of pussy juice that Hanabi almost felt break off one by one, connecting her to her underwear.
Almost drooling now, the woman raised the panties to her face, and took a sniff. "So pure," she moaned, "here, sweet, have a taste!" she said, putting the panties to Hanabi's face and giggling as Hanabi did as instructed, sniffing and licking at her own stained underwear.
After a few moments, Fuuka took them away, and Hanabi whined at the exciting taste and smell of her own arousal being removed.
"I can hardly hold back," Fuuka moaned, as her hand descended on Hanabi's bare, bald little cunny, and began playing with her folds, her outer lips so moist that they might as well be a flowing river. Fuuka giggled at the nasty, naughty and wet sound that Hanabi's pussy produced as she began to play with it, toying not just with the girl's outer lips, but also the internal folds and sensitive spots of her vagina.
Fuuka hummed and looked down. "You're beautiful, I want you… I want to keep you forever…"
Hanabi moaned. "I… I want to be with you, too…" she said, nearly insensate with pleasure and with her brain swimming in sexual desire.
"Let us become one, Hanabi my sweet, come on, give in, give up and become one with me…" Fuuka moaned out, leaning down and softly, slowly, teasingly, pecking Hanabi on the lips. She pulled back. "Accept my Reaper's Kiss…" she said.
Hanabi opened her lips and accepted the invading tongue as Fuuka came down to kiss her again, dedicating herself to pleasuring and servicing the tongue that had pleasured her before.
Every nerve ending in her body was on fire, every part of her roaring in delight and fulfilment, as she approached the greatest and most potent orgasm of the night, as every part of her became weak and soft, unable to muster up any sort of resistance or thought whatsoever.
It was then that she understood that this was dangerous. That she had given up before a predator.
But as her pearly white eyes began to lose their light, as she began to feel herself mingle with the invader, as she began to flow into her… Hanabi couldn't think of any of that. As all of her mind, all of her brain, her very soul, was heading towards an immensely potent climax, the climax of her very life.
Fuuka's eyes carried a predatory glint to them to the end, and even moreso, a visible and extreme satisfaction.
Hanabi's eyes sparked to life fully one last time, as her body seized with the most powerful and potent sensation of her life. Fuuka's hand pinched her little clitty, just hard enough to make it hurt, just hard enough to make it unbelievably pleasurable, and in a single moment Hanabi's entire body relaxed, and she lost control, screaming and moaning her orgasm into Fuuka's mouth.
Hanabi couldn't even muster the energy as she realized that she had dirtied, soiled, Fuuka's hand, spreading the contents of her bladder all over the woman's hand, arm, and the leg besides them, as her body released its control over itself, the sound of her urine exiting at high pressure somehow both intensely satisfying, and embarrassing.
Hanabi could hardly think of anything more than the immense pleasure she was in, as her eyes closed for one last time.
And yet, she blinked her eyes open, and she found herself in a place unlike any she had ever seen before, she found herself seated on the lap of the beautiful predator that had devoured her, who had given her that potent, deadly orgasm… The predator whom she had become one with, in mind, body… and soul.
Fuuka looked down upon her, and Hanabi found herself immobile, glancing at the strands of hair that like ropes had seized and immobilized each of her limbs.
"This is it, my sweet, you and I are one now…" Fuuka said, as she planted another devouring kiss on Hanabi's mouth, the sensation just the same, yet ever more, it was a strange, terrible knowledge.
This was it.
She had been devoured. Eaten, even. She had met her fate, and it was a grim one.
But as Hanabi's body melted against her captor's, she realized… perhaps it was not so bad, as Fuuka showered her aching, lewd body with ever more sexual pleasure, and Hanabi surrendered fully to her lover once more.