Around the room, a sweet melody of honey filled the emptiness that was left behind without her beloved. Her feet tapped along the floor, arching to escape the cool layer of chill that emanated from the stone. She danced across the tiles with a grace akin to a proud feline. In the mirror, she found herself strutting with all the swagger of a lioness at the head of the pride. She had the first say on all the rewards of the hunt, taking whatever she wants and offering her scraps to the rest with an expectation for their gratefulness.
Twirling her velvet locks around her finger, she admired the indigo ring that seemed to absorb the torchlight into its glossy sheen. Seeing the jewellery that Ino wore, Hinata couldn't help but wonder what she'd look like with some of her own. Stunning, she imagined. Even more so, if that were possible. Unravelling her hair, she used her finger to trace her soft features.
Brushing her bangs aside, she was met with her pale complexion, glowing like a goddess in the dim torchlight. Milky eyes revealed her heritage to those unfortunate enough to witness them. Her smooth cheeks were highlighted by a cute button nose. Luscious lips shaped into a plush pout as she eyed herself. Downwards her finger went, fidgeting with the buttons of her cloak.
With a sharp click, the first one came undone with ease. She slid her finger onwards, until nothing stopped her robe from fluttering into a breath-taking halo around her figure. Tender skin bared the marks of years of the gruelling training she had endured, weathering her body till it was a perfect mixture of toned muscle and enticing flesh.
Considering that she had been at the hideout for the last week, she hadn't bothered to wear any clothes under her cloak. Her underwear was all that covered her voluptuous figure. The violet lace threatened to snap in its desperate attempt to contain her massive tits. Her slim stomach was framed by her rounded hips that could have addicted the strongest of any wills. It was more like she already had done so, but she was still proud of her achievement.
Her thighs, full of plump flesh that gave them the impression of pillows, continued the wide arc of her hips, stretching the matching violet thong between them. In comparison to her short height, her slender legs were long to follow in the mirror, but after what seemed to be an endless amount of smooth, pale skin, her ankles gave way to a pair of dainty feet.
Up and down her eyes roved over her body, searching for any sign of imperfection. She met her own reflected gaze, catching the smirk on her face. Nope, she couldn't a single one. Pearly white teeth were revealed through the wide grin her lips formed; her skin seamless with just two dimples being the result of her stretched mouth. Even her scent was perfect, recreating the sweet perfume of a plum. Her hair radiated that smell around her, even more since she was fresh out of the bath.
Her vision blurred for just a moment, leading her to find herself doing something she wasn't expecting. In her reflection, she watched as her shoulders dropped in tandem with the lengthy sigh that escaped her lips.
She missed his voice. His smile, his entire presence had left behind a nightmarish void ever since he had left for the Land of Lightning.
Eeek!
Over her shoulder in the mirror, the door to the bathroom swung open. Heated vapour crept into the bedroom, hissing against the chilly air. Along with it, three girls strolled in. Bright blonde, soothing pink and calming brown attracted her attention as their playful chatter filled her ears.
Dressed in nothing except their lingerie, the three beauties from the Hidden Leaf Village gossiped and teased, unaware of the lustful stare that followed their swaying hips.
Hinata cleared her throat, and all three pairs of eyes shot towards her.
"Oh! Hey, Hinata!" Ino exclaimed, smiling when she met her gaze.
With a raised eyebrow, Hinata motioned to the bed. "Did you girls enjoy your bath?" she dropped her cloak onto the floor as she climbed onto the mattress.
All three of them nodded, although Hinata couldn't help but notice the drool that trailed from the corner of Ino's lips, or the nervous giggle that Sakura let out. Tenten's averted eyes told Hinata all about the fun teasing that both the other girls must have put the cute kunoichi through whilst bathing together.
Resting her head against the pillows, Hinata shut her eyes. The sensation of three new bodies weighing the mattress down stalked towards her. Soft skin brushed against her own, tickling her and earning a snicker from all the new scents that filled her nostrils. Smooth floral scents presented Hinata with a beautiful image of a passionate garden detailed with artistic flower displays under a soothing sky. But underneath them, a cinnamon afterthought added a spicy twist to the cloud of relaxing perfumes.
Cracking an eye open, Hinata took in the sight before her. Rising and falling with her breath's rhythm, Sakura and Tenten rested on her chest. Craning her neck, Hinata caught glimpses of their content expressions as they stared across at each other with giddy smiles. And, between her spread legs, Ino lay, using Hinata's abdomen as a cushion to shoot off flirty glances at the others.
She stroked the girls' heads in turn, enjoying the mewls that she received. Their warmth radiated against her skin, threatening to put her into a deep sleep. Resisting the natural hypnotism, Hinata wiggled, disturbing the girls. "You all seem pretty cuddly tonight" she remarked.
The response was unanimous, plush lips pressed against her abdomen in unison. She spied their devoted acts with a curious eyebrow. Kiss after kiss, the girls worshipped Hinata's body, planting smooches wherever they could. Whilst Sakura and Tenten began to attend to the giant amount of flesh that peeked out from her bra, Ino worked on teasing the plump flesh on the inside of her thighs.
"More like horny, it looks like" Hinata corrected herself. She sighed once more. Without Naruto, playing with the girls just wasn't the same. However, she did enjoy the sensation of being in complete control, but not as much as the powerlessness of being at the mercy of Naruto's lustful unpredictability. "Naruto and the others should be coming back soon" she glanced to her side. "I guess you must prefer our bed, would that be correct, Sakura?"
She pouted. "Karin always hogs Master's bed, so I'm glad I get to sleep with you, Hinata"
When she saw the smile of genuine glee sprout on Sakura's lips, Hinata grimaced. In her state of undress, Hinata could take in all of the markings that covered Sakura's body. At the centre of her forehead, her diamond Byakugou seal was surrounded by the curse mark that was designed, by the Hyuga clan, to control the subordinate. Lower down, an infamous curse mark that had once driven a young Sasuke away from the Hidden Leaf Village in search of greater power. Yet now, the mark was just another symbol of the Uchiha's part ownership of the kunoichi's body. Encircling her neck, a thorny pattern seemed to dig into her jugular, threatening to suffocate her if she somehow dared to disobey her other master.
Before she could respond, Sakura had returned to peppering her breasts with quick kisses. A sharp pinch on sensitive skin almost made her jump. She peeked past Tenten's styled buns, following her longer braid to her tailbone where she had to wrench her attention from her more addicting buns, focusing on the previous sensation's point of origin. Ino smirked up at her with a hint of mischievous pride in her azure irises, before she returned to biting down on the purple patch of skin just before the lace lining of Hinata's panties.
Sakura and Tenten noticed the change in Hinata's breathing straightaway, moving up Hinata's chest and nuzzling her neck. Soon enough, Hinata was beginning to feel overwhelmed by the girls' ministrations. The attentive and pleasurable kisses were enjoyable for her, and she could tell that her body was feeling the love they held for her. But, for some reason, she felt as if something was wrong. Her limbs were weighed down by their smooth figures, drowning her in a sea of lewd dreams. On the back of her neck, her hairs stood on end. This feeling of was kind of familiar to her, similar to when she was with Naruto. Her fists clenched, her knuckles grazing against the fabric of Sakura and Tenten's thongs. This wasn't right, she was supposed to be in charge, so why were the girls being so bold.
She pinched Sakura and Tenten's ass cheeks, twisting the supple flesh in one swift and evil motion. With their attention diverted, Hinata pulled herself out from underneath them. Ino moved to follow her precious honeypot, addicted to the sweet taste of the few drops she had managed to lick at on the insides of Hinata's thighs, but the Hyuga shut her down by crossing legs underneath her as she sat up straight, matching her legs' positions with her arms with the side effect of amplifying her already enormous bust.
Glaring at them, Hinata tried to keep her posture at her tallest whilst sat down. Yet, through all her intense staring, the girls opted to just sit up along with her. "So, who is going to tell me why you all have been so assertive these last couple of days?" she asked.
Sakura, Tenten and Ino looked between each other, their eyebrows raised in a shared and confused curiosity. After what felt like an eternity of silent gossip between them, Ino directed her gaze back at Hinata, answering her question. "Because we enjoy pleasing you, Hinata"
Those words rang in the back of Hinata's mind. It was pretty normal answer, so why was it annoying her so much?
And there it was again. Three pairs of eyes making direct contact with her own.
"But, you're behaving too casual around me!" she spat, balling her fists.
All three of the girls seemed taken aback, but their surprise didn't last for long. "What's wrong, Hinata?" Sakura asked.
Each of them crawled closer to her, unbothered by the daggers that she fired towards them, her Byakugan threatening to bulge out of her head.
"Stop calling me that!" she commanded.
Ino looked stunned. "What do you mean by that, Hinata?"
"It's Mistress! You should be calling me Mistress!" the Hyuga's voice was steely, her scathing tone piercing their ears and tensing their muscles, hunching their shoulders. They glanced towards each other, a nervous giggle passing between the hands covering their mouths. "What is it that you girls find so amusing?"
They gossiped in hushed whispers for a few moments. Hinata watched them sneaking quick glances at her and snickering. It took an eternity of self-conscious torture, insecurities that she hadn't known existed until now scratched at the back of her mind. She knew that they couldn't be real, she must have been imagining them, she was perfect, wasn't she?
But, if she was perfect, then why would her beloved need to take these other girls to bed? Wasn't she enough for him?
"It's just that, you're not as…" Tenten began to explain but trailed off when Hinata's attention focused on her, isolating her from her friends and forcing rest of her sentence back down her throat. She looked to Sakura for help, but all she could do was let out a few breaths of nervous laughter, averting her eyes away to avoid being the new centre of Hinata's attention.
Ino cleared her throat, she sat up even straighter, raising her shoulders and placing her palms on her wide hips. Drawing Hinata's focus, she met her gaze with a victorious shine in her dazzling irises. "You're just not as intimidating as Mistress Temari" she proclaimed with a nod of her head.
"Temari?" she raised an eyebrow, her fists relaxing for a moment. "Intimidating?" she asked, trying to picture the differences between herself and the foreign kunoichi. "Mistress?" a few drops of blood bubbled from the crescents that her nails cut into her palms.
Ino began to regret her choice of words, scuttling backwards in tandem with Sakura and Tenten, trying to escape Hinata's silent glare.
For someone so short, Ino wondered how Hinata could seem so imperious. She was over half a foot smaller than Temari, and a good few inches shorter than herself. Their figures were pretty different to match the disparity of their personalities. But, that look in her ghostly eyes was so similar to Temari, that flash of ideas that ignited a primal response within her body.
The Yamanaka started to consider the chance that she had made a mistake, unaided by the frightened expressions on Tenten and Sakura's faces.
Hinata lifted her hand, receiving a round of flinches. She pointed her index finger straight in front of her at Ino, taking note of the wince she let out. In an agonising movement, she curled it towards herself. "Come here and explain to me how Mistress Temari is so much more intimidating than me, Ino"
Powerless to her calm tone, Ino began crawling on her hands and knees. Hinata caught both Tenten and Sakura salivating at the tantalising sight of Ino's pale cheeks swaying from side to side as she passed them. "How about the two of you play with each other for now?" her question wasn't answered, instead it was followed as an order.
Sat in front of Hinata, who motioned her to spin the other way. Before she could react, Ino was squeezed between her legs, their smooth thighs rubbing against each other. She almost jumped out of her skin when she felt Hinata's fingertips tap along her sleek triceps. Her breaths tickled in Ino's ear as she placed her chin on the Yamanaka's shoulder, something so warm shouldn't have been able to send shivers down her spine.
Stifling the urge to move, Ino did her best to focus on the glorious sight in front of her, the lust radiating off two of Konoha's cutest kunoichi. Due to their more reserved sexual natures, neither Sakura nor Tenten failed to complete any of the moves they made to close the distance between them, faltering each time they reached out for their gorgeous partner. Without Ino's boldness, they were both left to their shy selves. The two of them were quite dutiful in their lives, working hard to improve and hold their own in the world of shinobi. Yet, through all of it, they never had much experience with encounters of the lewd variety.
Sakura, being the braver of the two, glanced at their audience, feeling the silent pressure from Hinata's expectant stare pair with Ino's infatuated gaze on every inch of her exposed skin and guiding her palm onto Tenten's modest breasts. With a gentle touch, she squeezed the lace, glancing down at her own chest and fighting the urge to compare them. Tenten brushed against her hand, coming close enough to nuzzle against the crook of Sakura's neck.
With her mind clouded with the cinnamon fragrance of Tenten's soft locks, Sakura leaned in to place a chaste kiss on her cheek. The brunette looked upwards, and Sakura's breath taken away. Two coffee brown eyes emanated a mesmerising warmth that mirrored the heat rising from her core. That was all it took, a primal desire for more taking over Sakura's body.
She lunged forwards, pinning Tenten underneath her. A flurry of kisses dotted Tenten's lips, jaw, collarbone as Sakura lingered on her clothed breasts for a moment. She fumbled with the straps, licking her lips at the exciting prospect of Tenten's naked form. With a quick click, the cloudy lace went slack. She wasted no time pulling it away, reaching behind her to undo her own. The scarlet lace fell away, forgotten as she mashed her smaller bust against Tenten's body, capturing her plush lips in a kiss filled with a desperate thirst for her saliva.
"They're so passionate, aren't they, Ino?" Hinata whispered in the Yamanaka's ear. Ino stared at the lustful sight playing out for her widened eyes. She salivated watching her best friend act so assertive with Tenten. Ino recalled the night that Sakura had come to her for help with her recurring wet dreams. She had had to take the lead with the medical kunoichi, having to pry her nervous legs apart in order to help relieve the build up of lust that Sakura was tormented with each night whilst she peeked at the blonde through her fingers.
But now, Ino had to watch as Sakura lead Tenten through all the motions as they worked their way down each other's bodies, hooking their thumbs through their thongs and sliding them down their thighs. Tenten encountered some slight resistance however, noting how plump Sakura's squishy thighs were and having to tug a little harder to pull the lacy panties off her legs.
Hinata rubbed her chin on Ino's shoulder, running her fingertips over Ino's arms. "Tell me, Ino, how is Temari more intimidating than me?" her curious tone was contrasted by her threatening question.
Ino attempted to shift her gaze onto Hinata, but delicate fingers pinched her chin, forcing her to continue watching the delicious fantasy play out to fruition. "It's just that… she's so much bigger than you… and she was just so… dominant" she tried her best to explain further, but she found herself short of breath at the combination of the spectacular view in front of her with the vivid memory of her night with the foreign kunoichi.
With her mind being absent of any logical thought, her body ran on carnal instinct alone. She snaked her arm across her body, reaching for the waistline of her panties. Her fingertips brushed against the lace, attempting to slip underneath it to relieve her sweltering honeypot.
Sleek fingers curled around her wrist, squeezing to restrain her hand from venturing any further. "Ah ah! Naughty girl, I never said you could masturbate, Ino" Hinata smirked into her ear.
Ino's lips quivered. "But! Please! I need to!" her voice grew louder as she begged for relief.
"Oh! I know you need to, Ino" Hinata pouted. "But, you've been a naughty girl, so you are going to watch until the end, is that clear?"
The blonde bit her lip, her eyes glossing over as her thoughts became muddled with the sensual torture she was being put through. She looked on as Sakura shifted her body so that both girls could please the other with their mouths. She ducked her head in between Tenten's thighs, wrapping her lips around the kunoichi's stiffened clitoris. Tenten's breathing picked up pace, keeping in rhythm with Sakura as she sucked on Tenten's clit. Above her face, Tenten became hypnotised by the sight of Sakura's giant ass rolling from side to side with her hips. Distracted, she couldn't react fast enough when Sakura dropped her hips, cutting off Tenten's air supply in an instant with her tight slit.
"When I came back the other day, that ass of hers was redder than a tomato, yet yours was as pale as ever, you better tell me why, Ino" Hinata pondered, following the trajectory of Ino's entranced gaze.
She gulped, trying to swallow as much air as she could, similar to Tenten whenever Sakura allowed her some time to respire. "We came without Mistress Temari's permission… so she spanked Sakura" she retold the events one step at a time.
A sharp pain appeared on her side, Hinata's fingers twisted the skin between them. "That's obvious, Ino! I'm asking you why you and Tenten were untouched"
When she heard her name, Tenten glanced over. It was a mistake that she couldn't realise until it was too late. She turned back to be squashed by Sakura's ass once again, the sound of her plump flesh slapping against Tenten's face was louder than before. But Ino wasn't paying attention to the noise, the sensual sounds all clustering into one mess of passionate moaning. Instead, she spied the movements of Sakura's stomach, the soft abs snaking in the opposite direction to her hips.
"Mistress Temari seemed pleased with Tenten, and she let me use my Mind Transfer jutsu to use Sakura's body for my spanking" Ino bowed her, her eyes still locked on the bountiful view as Sakura as she mashed her lips against Tenten's pussy. Her tongue lathered against it, scooping out as much of the brunette's nectar as possible, revelling in the raspberry flavour that washed over her tastebuds.
Hinata began contrasting her previous actions, rubbing Ino's sides with the delicate skin of her palms. "And that's all I wanted to know, good girl" Hinata praised the Yamanaka, enjoying the nervous smile that curled the corners of Ino's lips. "Now, I think you deserve some relief" Hinata watched the sparkle in Ino's eyes light up like fireworks, trying to capture peeks at Hinata's face in her peripheral vision.
Excited by her reward, Ino went to shove her hand down her pants. But, once again, she was stopped. Hinata tutted. "I never gave you permission to touch yourself, now did I?" Hinata chastised the blonde, pulling her wrist back up her torso. "You don't get to masturbate, bitch! I'll be the one to play with this slutty pussy of yours, is that understood?"
Ino let out a whine, desperate for a release. Her shoulders dropped in a submissive defeat, her lips trembling, and her quiet begging was incessant through her mumbling. Her hands relaxed, dropping to her sides. She gave in and allowed Hinata to have her wicked way with her squirming body.
Before she knew it, Ino's bra was undone, the cerulean lace dropping onto the bed in front of her. Her pendulous tits burst into their newfound freedom. At the tip of each delicious mound, two identical cherry pink nipples poked outwards. Over her shoulder, Hinata reached with her left arm to take Ino's bust into her grip. Starting with her nipples, Hinata pinched and tweaked to her liking, listening to the small squeals that Ino let out. Moving on, she widened her grip to take in as much of Ino's enormous tit flesh as she could. She squeezed hard, digging her fingertips into her skin until the lavender and gold of her nails sunk into the reddening skin.
Palming the underside of her bust, Hinata bounced the heavenly mound up and down, weighing it with a judgemental eye. Comparing them to her own, Hinata smirked as she recognised her victory in each aspect of the criteria for the perfection of the sinful flesh. Ino wasn't far off, however, with an hourglass figure that could be considered as a rival to Hinata's, with a more even fluidity to Ino's body, contrasting the top-heavier shape of Hinata's curves, although there was little difference between their hips and asses.
Whilst she played with Ino's breasts with one hand, the other slithered underneath the waistline of her matching blue thong. Grazing over Ino's erect clit with her soft palm, Hinata's fingertips spread Ino's soaking lips apart, unsticking the fabric from her gushing slit. Ino's eyes shut as an instinctual reaction.
"Come on, Ino! Keep your eyes open and tell me everything that the girls are doing, okay?"
Ino followed her new orders, forcing her eyes open just as Hinata plunged a finger into the depths of her honeypot. Hinata grinned at the sensation of Ino's inner walls massaging her index finger, writhing in response to her curling her finger to brush against the top of Ino's pussy. In an almost scooping motion, Hinata coaxed Ino further into the lust-filled nightmare of the voyeuristic scenario that Hinata had constructed. Adding a second finger, Hinata had to fight against wave after wave Ino's constricting muscle, all whilst Ino commentated on her best friend as she lapped at Tenten's cute pussy.
As she worked, Hinata thoughts strayed to the reason for the girls' misbehaviour. She had suspected that Temari might have taken to being in control of the girls well. But from the whispers of gossip that she could make out between the girls, it sounded as if Temari had exceeded her expectations. She had even managed to tame the excitable Ino by herself. It was annoying, but Hinata had to give credit to the foreign kunoichi. Her size and figure were a clear factor in her dominance, yet Hinata knew that physical attributes alone weren't enough. It took a select ability to scheme and an aptitude to exude a certain aura. It seemed as if Temari would have those in spades, something that piqued Hinata's curiosity. She would have to ask for Temari's side of the story since she was almost certain that it was an interesting perspective.
A chorus of squeals drew her focus back from her thoughts. She couldn't stop herself from grinning. Sakura finished in a guttural growl, her juices pouring down onto Tenten's glistening face like a heavenly shower. In her climax-filled haze, Sakura rode Tenten's face like a horse, rubbing her gushing pussy over her and leaving her nose with a glossy sheen. Although underneath, her cute face was turning bluish. Hinata watched the thickness of Sakura's thighs tremble with each of her erratic breaths. She imagined that Tenten had been struggling to breath all throughout Sakura's pleasurable journey. She would have to reward her, Tenten was such a devoted worker, so a treat was deserved.
Around her fingers, Ino's entire body began to shake. Hinata craned her neck to check out Ino's expression. Desperate would have been a tame way to describe it. It looked as if the Yamanaka's primal instincts were attempting to pour out of her, mirroring the tears that began to well up in the corner of her alluring azure eyes. She wanted, no needed, to give in to the ecstasy that Hinata was bringing her to.
She relaxed into Hinata's ministrations, falling deeper into the voyeuristic pleasure of watching Sakura's majestic form finishing onto Tenten's face through lidded eyes. The closer she came to her own climax, the more she craved for it. Every second felt like a lifetime of hedonistic dreams to her clouded mind. Once she thought she couldn't take anymore, the waves of increasing pleasure flipped in an instant. As they subsided, they were replaced by a constant throbbing emerging from her core.
Her breath hitched when she noticed the sudden change. Her confused mind lowered her gaze to the one outlet for all this built-up arousal. She took in the sight of her trembling thighs, shining with a myriad of drops of sweat and her sweet nectar, trailing down the inside of her legs. Further up, at her belly button, a finger foreign to her body hovered, tapping her wriggling abdomen in a rhythm identical to that of the painful throbbing from her honeypot.
"What?" she let out her confusion through a wispy breath.
Hinata began circling her stomach with the pad of her fingertip. "Uh oh! Have you not cum yet, Ino?"
In their recovery, both Tenten and Sakura lay on their sides, watching as Hinata tormented their friend pushing her to the edge. They shared a look of sympathy, even if they hadn't been the one to reveal it, both of them were of the same mind of Ino. They had also compared Hinata with their recent experiences of Temari's sadistic side. Watching her now though, they were certain that it would be the last time they made such a mistake. Yet, they couldn't help but stare in their mesmerised infatuation. Nothing could pry their eyes away from the sight of Ino on the verge of tears. But it wasn't any sort of sadness that drove the blonde to the brink of breaking down. No, Sakura had known her best friend for long enough to pick up on certain details. The way her body shivered mixed with the quivering of her lips highlighted the spark that was lit deep in her azure irises. It was clear that her entire form ached and craved for more, desperate to indulge in her desire for submission. For Sakura and Tenten, it was incredible to see the Ino Yamanaka, a kunoichi who had men and women alike drooling over her, begging with everything for release.
Sakura couldn't believe what she was watching. From what she could understand, the greatest pleasure that Ino could feel was from pleasing others. She had seen the evidence before, when she had asked Ino to help her with the wet dreams of Sasuke that plagued her for almost two years. When Ino looked up at her with her head in between Sakura's thick thighs, the medical kunoichi caught glimpses of the submissive desire behind her eyes, along with the darkening patch of fabric in the centre of her panties.
But now, Sakura could see she was wrong. Ino drawing pleasure from serving others was just the tip of the iceberg that was her lustful desires. Sakura struggled to recognise her best friend, the Ino Yamanaka who was pestered every moment by lovestruck boys pretending to be a realistic prospect for her future, with promises to treat her like a goddess. Instead, they couldn't be further from the truth, as Hinata knew how to treat her best. The Hyuga didn't need to promise anything as Ino knew deep down that she would live the life she never knew she wanted. Hinata didn't see the blonde as a queen or a goddess. No, before her condescending eyes, Ino was nothing more than a toy, a doll for her own use in the pursuit of her desires. Sakura smirked, knowing full well that the same went for both Tenten and herself.
"Please! I need to cum, it's too much, I can't take it anymore!" Ino squirmed in Hinata's grip.
Tenten snuggled up against Sakura, her breathing heavy in her ear.
"If you're so desperate, then I'll give you the release you want so bad…" Ino perked up at the prospect of being granted her long-awaited finish. "… if you make Sakura and Tenten and I orgasm five more times each"
Hinata smirked watching Ino whip her head around when she heard her ultimatum.
"But that could take all night!" Ino began whining. The pouting of her plump lips was enough to draw a cheeky grin from Hinata.
"Then you better get started now, right?" she suggested.
"Yes" Ino's shoulders slumped. Defeated, she shifted onto her hands and knees. She began to move towards Sakura and Tenten, but she was halted by a sharp tug on her ponytail
Hinata leaned in close to her ear. "Naughty bitch, "yes" what?" her tone was dangerous, echoing in her eardrums.
Ino gulped whilst Sakura and Tenten lay stunned by the sudden change in atmosphere.
"Yes, Mistress"
A/N- Hey! It's been a little while. I hope you guys enjoyed the chapter and there'll be more smut soon enough.
Yours Truly,
Signing off
