Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.
Rated R for: Graphic violence, adult language, adult situations, and sexual content.
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The kiss deepened quickly, heated breath mingling as cold, thin lips pressed against Tora's full warm lips pleadingly. Tora closed her eyes slowly, bliss overtaking her senses numbly. Itachi's tongue forced its way into her mouth, intertwining with her own. His pallid, callused hands reached up to her face, cradling her cheeks in their palm, occasionally straying to her hair to twirl and fiddle with a few locks of fiery strands.
Itachi's lips trailed down her neck, excitedly biting her flesh greedily and licking away the blood from her gash. The boy found it harder and harder to control himself as the fires of passion coursed though his veins. As he lowered his lips, he brought his hands to Tora's upper arms and gently pressed her down against the bed. She didn't struggle this time, instead arching her neck to allow Itachi better access. Itachi stole a glance at her face and was pleasantly surprised- her eyes were closed lightly, her breathing slightly ragged, her cheeks flushed. He knew it- she was liking it now.
"Tora-chan, are you going to yell at me again?" Itachi said in amusement, nipping at Tora's collarbone and tracing the bone with his tongue sensually. She squirmed slightly, and Itachi found himself thinking that maybe his control over her was fading.
"No, Itachi-sama, I cannot yell at you. Something in me can't stop you anymore," Tora replied, her voice deepened slightly with desire and pleasure. Itachi smirked toothily; this was all to perfect.
"Very good, Tora-chan," he said, moving his hands down and practically ripping away her black arm warmers and throwing them carelessly away behind him, bringing his palms back over her breasts. He savagely kissed and nipped the flesh of her neck as he massaged her chest, drawing a small moan from Tora's parted lips. Itachi smirked again and pulled the black cloth away from her bust, involuntarily tearing the cloth and ripping her bra away as well. The perfectly cupped breasts met the air, and Tora gasped. Itachi's grasp suddenly seemed so cold.
Itachi's tongue traced the edge of one dark, hardened nipple carefully as his other hand massaged her other breast, forcing slight whimpers and mewls from between Tora's lips.
Itachi didn't pause long enough to fully enjoy such a perfect bust, removing his hands pulling away his cloak from his body and flinging it away with her arm warmers. Without batting an eyelid, he pulled his shirt over his head and continued stripping Tora of her leg warmers. This ninja was going straight for the pleasure points.
Itachi leaned over Tora, looking up and down at the exposed parts of her divine figure, her passion-filled eyes looking back up at him.
Itachi lowered his lips back down to Tora's 'puppet' symbol, licking away the blood as his hands roughly pulled away her skirt and black lace underpants, leaving her completely exposed beneath him. The heat rose in Tora's cheeks at such exposure, at such vulnerability.
"Don't be ashamed, Tora-chan," Itachi crooned. "You are too lovely to be ashamed." Tora's eyes fluttered open slightly to look at Itachi, meeting his gaze shyly. Itachi suddenly stuck two fingers into Tora's mouth, wetting them and withdrawing them almost immediately. Before Tora could protest, Itachi shoved them into the area between her legs, drawing a shocked little scream from Tora's lips.
"Hush, Tora-chan, it will only hurt for a bit," Itachi said, drawing his fingers out before brutally shoving them in again. Small tears drifted down Tora's cheeks at the pain of such an intrusion. Itachi, slowly at first them speeding up, rhythmically worked his way in and out of Tora until her shudders slowly faded away into calmness as she grew used to the pleasurable sensation.
Itachi removed his hands from the area between Tora's legs and worked his way out of his pants and whatever undergarment he wore, leaving him as raw and unshielded as Tora. Placing one hand on each of Tora's thighs, he positioned himself at her entrance, hitching her knees around his hips. However, he stopped suddenly, and Tora, who had braced herself for the painful entrance, fluttered her eyes open and looked Itachi in question.
"Say my name," Itachi instructed cruelly, leering at the slightly frightened Tora. Sweat dripped from her hairline already from the encounter and tears wetted her cheeks.
"What?" she asked in reply, her voice timid and unsure. Itachi growled and gripped her thighs tightly with his fingernails, drawing blood. Tora hissed in pain, while Itachi lifted his fingers and licked away the blood. He looked down at the frightened Tora, annoyed slightly.
"Say my name," he growled to the confused girl. Suddenly, he forced his hardened length into her opening, forcing her to scream in shock. He withdrew himself, then spoke again. "Say my name," this time in a lower, more threatening voice. He slammed himself into her again, forcing her to gasp. He lingered in her, waiting.
"Ah. ahh. Itachi-sama!" Tora choked out, gritting her teeth as he withdrew his length and bent over her body, running one bloody finger down her cheek with a chuckle.
"Ah, you are so naïve to pleasing people physically, but I will forgive you this time," Itachi chuckled, ramming himself into her again and forcing his name from her again. His fingers now gripped her arms in a vice-like grip as he sped up his momentum, drawing himself in and out of Tora faster and harder, hastier than before as the pleasure surmounted powerfully. Tora's fingers griped the bed sheets tightly enough to tear the threads.
"Itachi-sama!" Tora cried aloud as she felt herself nearing her climax, his forceful and aggressive intrusions rapidly speeding up. Mewls and short moans fell from both their mouths, Itachi's eyes alight with the fires of lust and amusement as he gazed down at Tora. His eyes widened, though, as something new dawned within him.
With a loud, seething hiss from Itachi and a short cry from Tora, Itachi climaxed within the redhead, his seed creeping out from between her legs. Itachi's forceful ministrations slowed slightly after such a height, and eventually stopped as he rested his forehead down between her breasts, gasping for air. He grinned up at her.
"Satisfied?" he asked hoarsely, the fires in his blood subsiding as he noticed how quickly the wound on her neck had closed back up.
"Itachi-sama," was all Tora could manage to say. It was as if all of the fatigue and sleeplessness from the previous week had crept back up on her, exhaustion rudely reappearing in her eyes. Itachi noticed it immediately; the rain that had kept her up for so long could not keep her eyelids open any longer. Itachi himself was quite able to go at it for several more hours, but in a strange respect for his partner, refrained. He groaned and rolled over, releasing her body from the weight of his own. He lay next to her, one hand propping his head up, the other lingering on Tora's thigh. He looked down at her weary, sad face with sudden interest.
"Did I hurt you?" he asked, wiping away one of the tears, his voice amused and mirthful.
"A master should not care for his puppet," Tora growled at him. "You don't care if I am hurt." She kept her gaze away from his. Itachi stroked his leg appreciatively.
"You are right, Tora-chan, but I don't want my doll to snap its strings," Itachi purred. "Sleep now." Tora shuddered, and let her eyes close in relief, as if she were waiting for Itachi to excuse her. Her body instinctively curled into a little ball, and Itachi looked on with slight amusement.
He checked to make sure she was sleeping soundly before wrapping his arms around her waist and hugging her warm body to his, cupping her body with his, and let his own eyes close.
Rated R for: Graphic violence, adult language, adult situations, and sexual content.
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The kiss deepened quickly, heated breath mingling as cold, thin lips pressed against Tora's full warm lips pleadingly. Tora closed her eyes slowly, bliss overtaking her senses numbly. Itachi's tongue forced its way into her mouth, intertwining with her own. His pallid, callused hands reached up to her face, cradling her cheeks in their palm, occasionally straying to her hair to twirl and fiddle with a few locks of fiery strands.
Itachi's lips trailed down her neck, excitedly biting her flesh greedily and licking away the blood from her gash. The boy found it harder and harder to control himself as the fires of passion coursed though his veins. As he lowered his lips, he brought his hands to Tora's upper arms and gently pressed her down against the bed. She didn't struggle this time, instead arching her neck to allow Itachi better access. Itachi stole a glance at her face and was pleasantly surprised- her eyes were closed lightly, her breathing slightly ragged, her cheeks flushed. He knew it- she was liking it now.
"Tora-chan, are you going to yell at me again?" Itachi said in amusement, nipping at Tora's collarbone and tracing the bone with his tongue sensually. She squirmed slightly, and Itachi found himself thinking that maybe his control over her was fading.
"No, Itachi-sama, I cannot yell at you. Something in me can't stop you anymore," Tora replied, her voice deepened slightly with desire and pleasure. Itachi smirked toothily; this was all to perfect.
"Very good, Tora-chan," he said, moving his hands down and practically ripping away her black arm warmers and throwing them carelessly away behind him, bringing his palms back over her breasts. He savagely kissed and nipped the flesh of her neck as he massaged her chest, drawing a small moan from Tora's parted lips. Itachi smirked again and pulled the black cloth away from her bust, involuntarily tearing the cloth and ripping her bra away as well. The perfectly cupped breasts met the air, and Tora gasped. Itachi's grasp suddenly seemed so cold.
Itachi's tongue traced the edge of one dark, hardened nipple carefully as his other hand massaged her other breast, forcing slight whimpers and mewls from between Tora's lips.
Itachi didn't pause long enough to fully enjoy such a perfect bust, removing his hands pulling away his cloak from his body and flinging it away with her arm warmers. Without batting an eyelid, he pulled his shirt over his head and continued stripping Tora of her leg warmers. This ninja was going straight for the pleasure points.
Itachi leaned over Tora, looking up and down at the exposed parts of her divine figure, her passion-filled eyes looking back up at him.
Itachi lowered his lips back down to Tora's 'puppet' symbol, licking away the blood as his hands roughly pulled away her skirt and black lace underpants, leaving her completely exposed beneath him. The heat rose in Tora's cheeks at such exposure, at such vulnerability.
"Don't be ashamed, Tora-chan," Itachi crooned. "You are too lovely to be ashamed." Tora's eyes fluttered open slightly to look at Itachi, meeting his gaze shyly. Itachi suddenly stuck two fingers into Tora's mouth, wetting them and withdrawing them almost immediately. Before Tora could protest, Itachi shoved them into the area between her legs, drawing a shocked little scream from Tora's lips.
"Hush, Tora-chan, it will only hurt for a bit," Itachi said, drawing his fingers out before brutally shoving them in again. Small tears drifted down Tora's cheeks at the pain of such an intrusion. Itachi, slowly at first them speeding up, rhythmically worked his way in and out of Tora until her shudders slowly faded away into calmness as she grew used to the pleasurable sensation.
Itachi removed his hands from the area between Tora's legs and worked his way out of his pants and whatever undergarment he wore, leaving him as raw and unshielded as Tora. Placing one hand on each of Tora's thighs, he positioned himself at her entrance, hitching her knees around his hips. However, he stopped suddenly, and Tora, who had braced herself for the painful entrance, fluttered her eyes open and looked Itachi in question.
"Say my name," Itachi instructed cruelly, leering at the slightly frightened Tora. Sweat dripped from her hairline already from the encounter and tears wetted her cheeks.
"What?" she asked in reply, her voice timid and unsure. Itachi growled and gripped her thighs tightly with his fingernails, drawing blood. Tora hissed in pain, while Itachi lifted his fingers and licked away the blood. He looked down at the frightened Tora, annoyed slightly.
"Say my name," he growled to the confused girl. Suddenly, he forced his hardened length into her opening, forcing her to scream in shock. He withdrew himself, then spoke again. "Say my name," this time in a lower, more threatening voice. He slammed himself into her again, forcing her to gasp. He lingered in her, waiting.
"Ah. ahh. Itachi-sama!" Tora choked out, gritting her teeth as he withdrew his length and bent over her body, running one bloody finger down her cheek with a chuckle.
"Ah, you are so naïve to pleasing people physically, but I will forgive you this time," Itachi chuckled, ramming himself into her again and forcing his name from her again. His fingers now gripped her arms in a vice-like grip as he sped up his momentum, drawing himself in and out of Tora faster and harder, hastier than before as the pleasure surmounted powerfully. Tora's fingers griped the bed sheets tightly enough to tear the threads.
"Itachi-sama!" Tora cried aloud as she felt herself nearing her climax, his forceful and aggressive intrusions rapidly speeding up. Mewls and short moans fell from both their mouths, Itachi's eyes alight with the fires of lust and amusement as he gazed down at Tora. His eyes widened, though, as something new dawned within him.
With a loud, seething hiss from Itachi and a short cry from Tora, Itachi climaxed within the redhead, his seed creeping out from between her legs. Itachi's forceful ministrations slowed slightly after such a height, and eventually stopped as he rested his forehead down between her breasts, gasping for air. He grinned up at her.
"Satisfied?" he asked hoarsely, the fires in his blood subsiding as he noticed how quickly the wound on her neck had closed back up.
"Itachi-sama," was all Tora could manage to say. It was as if all of the fatigue and sleeplessness from the previous week had crept back up on her, exhaustion rudely reappearing in her eyes. Itachi noticed it immediately; the rain that had kept her up for so long could not keep her eyelids open any longer. Itachi himself was quite able to go at it for several more hours, but in a strange respect for his partner, refrained. He groaned and rolled over, releasing her body from the weight of his own. He lay next to her, one hand propping his head up, the other lingering on Tora's thigh. He looked down at her weary, sad face with sudden interest.
"Did I hurt you?" he asked, wiping away one of the tears, his voice amused and mirthful.
"A master should not care for his puppet," Tora growled at him. "You don't care if I am hurt." She kept her gaze away from his. Itachi stroked his leg appreciatively.
"You are right, Tora-chan, but I don't want my doll to snap its strings," Itachi purred. "Sleep now." Tora shuddered, and let her eyes close in relief, as if she were waiting for Itachi to excuse her. Her body instinctively curled into a little ball, and Itachi looked on with slight amusement.
He checked to make sure she was sleeping soundly before wrapping his arms around her waist and hugging her warm body to his, cupping her body with his, and let his own eyes close.