Warning! Rape, injury, mental break of the reader. Not by our boy he saves her from it

The pain was a consistent dull throb. It burns and pulsates. It starts at your neck. It thumps with the beat of your heart. It shocks and spreads throughout your body. Everything is a blur. The pain is so bad you can't focus your gaze. The most you can gather is that you are being carried. The familiar smell of your husband is all around you. Same with his warmth of his body and the feel of his hair against your cheek. It's the only comfort you have during this brain numbing pain. A quiet keen of pain leaves you. You blindly feel around and find you are running your fingers down his chest, your nails catching the netted shirt he wears as you drag them down.

"I got you, honey. He's not here..." Jiraiya whispered to you.

This is incredibly stressful. Letting you join him for this confrontation was a mistake. You took the chance and bravely decided you could handle it. Honestly... Jiraiya didn't expect you to do anything else. But he begged. He pleaded with you to just stay at the inn while he faced Tsunade. There was a very sure possibility that Orochimaru would be there too. You refused. You won't stand to the side and do nothing, nor will you be parted from your husband. You learned to fight for a reason.

"I won't allow him to rule my life." You stated firmly.

"I don't want you to get hurt..." Jiraiya trailed off. He frowned as he imagined all that could go wrong.

"Aw..." You smiled at him and held his face. You squished cheeks which pursed his lips just enough to give them a peck. "I promise you I won't. The hold of the curse mark probably isn't even strong anymore!"

That assurance quickly died. You tried your best but... the bond with the mark was still strong. It laid dormant until it heard it's master's call. It's been so long you didn't remember how painful it could be to reject the power attempting to flood your body.

It activated when you least expected. You were supporting Jiraiya the best you could with running interference to some of the attacks. You collaborate well with your husband, having had trained as he did after what happened... He didn't want you to be vulnerable. You don't ever leave his side, so it made sense to compliment his fighting style and become his right hand in battle.

You stood atop the chief toad beside Jiraiya ready to fight. You've fought by his side long enough to know how he thinks. You can face any enemy, even Orochimaru, so long as you have the man you love so much by your side. Having the world's grumpiest toad with you helped as well. You are surrounded with those who support you. You... you can do this.

Even so, your heart pounded with anxiety and fear facing the person who did so much to you. He stared at you with that perverse evil grin. Being near Orochimaru makes your stomach do flips. You pressed on, dancing along the three summons as they tangled in battle.

You were about to transition from toad to snake, stepping over the nose of the previous to leap to the latter, your husband only a few steps ahead of you ready to strike on the offensive. You long have steeled your nerve and you raise your head high as you face your enemy. You can do this! Your eyes connect with Orochimaru's. You are so close to striking this man down!

A sharp pain speared your neck. Like a blade was suddenly imbedded into your flesh. You slipped and yelled. You gripped the mark as you toppled down Gamabunta with no way to recover. It stole your strength and riddled your body with a crippling pain. It looked as if your fate was sealed as you plummeted to the ground. Jiraiya was too far away to catch you. He whipped around, leaving himself open for an attack as he watched you fall. A startled yelp and jerk of his hand was all he could do before he had to counter Orochimaru. Thankfully you were caught by the keen sharp reflexes of the chief toad and he was down an arm as he cradled you in one hand and fought Manda with the other.

It got blurry after that. You heard Jiraiya absolutely lose it. He rarely raises his voice and when he does it booms loudly enough to over power most things. He was shouting so loudly it echoed around the field the battle was taking place in and drowned out the clashes of metal.

While you can fight and hold your own as well as Jiraiya can, he's incredibly protective of you. He was livid that Orochimaru went for a cheap shot to take you down. That dirty bastard was bringing back all that pain you long healed from! It was the first time rage blinded his judgement. The level of sheer anger he exploded with was a to shock everyone. No one hurts you and gets away with it!

What's worse was that Orochimaru played on the seething rage. He mocked Jiraiya for getting angry. Which only started a vicious cycle of Jiraiya losing his crap as he fell for every taunt.

"She's had me first, doesn't that bother you?" Orochimaru purred with satisfaction. He dropped his gaze to where you were being held securely by the amphibious summon. Your cries grew in volume when he looked at you. It was quite lovely to see how much his influence stays with you.

"Shut your mouth! Don't even look at her!" Jiraiya was at the point of hurting his vocal chords he was shouting so much.

The battle got bloodier than was intended. Everyone survived. Orochimaru slipped through Jiraiya's fingers no matter how hard he tried to grip that dirty snake in his hands. Luck favours that man far too much. Had Orochimaru not thought quick on his feet, Jiraiya would have ended his life.

The second it was over, Jiraiya booked it to your side. You are completely out of it and whimpering in pain. You don't know what's going on around you. Your eyes are shut as you clutch your neck. Your body contorting and twitching in unbelievable agony. Even if Orochimaru retreated, the damage was done. Jiraiya didn't allow anyone to touch you. No one dared at that point. They saw a side of him not previously known. Even Tsunade was quite surprised how enraged he got... but she had left before you got home. She didn't know the full extent of the hurt you were put through. He scooped you up and held you tightly. You clung onto him, seeking comfort.

The trip back was quiet and tense. No one really said anything, but Naruto was quite worried about you. He liked you a lot and watching you struggle was horrible. He asked about it... but received no answer. He caught a glimpse of the mark on your neck and remained quiet like the adults around him. He understood at that point and simply wished for this adventure to come to an end. The only thing that was comforting and that you are in good hands was the soft words Jiraiya kept whispering to you. Naruto didn't know much about love, but seeing that cynical perv channel the anger that still fuelled him into taking care of you was rather telling of who he really is.

Jiraiya was convinced by his group to push through until back at the village. He only agreed with the idea since it meant getting as far away as possible from Orochimaru. Even without his arms that man is insufferable and cruel. Your pitiful whimpers are hard to listen to. No matter how many comforts are uttered to you, you don't quiet down or relax.

You can hear him in your head. It's a horrible side effect of the curse mark. Hearing him occasionally in your sleep or in the quiet was bad enough. They were at least quiet whispers that you can ignore once you focus on something else. Like the sound of Jiraiya's quiet snores or how he taps his pen when he's stuck on a sentence while writing something.

Now it's louder. It drowned out all other sounds. It's so vivid and near it makes your skin crawl to be so close. The taunts for you to come back. The bemused hums and purrs from Orochimaru against your ear as he tells you beautiful lies make you writhe just as much as the consistent pain. You know his hands are technically dead and useless, but you can feel them on you again. He's not here... but he is... behind you.. He's behind you! Your hips and inner thighs. Up your sides you caress your breasts. Up and around your neck. His wet tongue lapping they spot that now marks you as his victim. His sharp teeth graze your neck where he bit you once before, injecting you with that poison.

"Come back to me..." His cruel and amused tone rang in your head. His slender fingers pull your legs apart and his hips connect with your ass. "I now how much you miss me."

"No... no.." Your voice is small and weak. You are clawing at Jiraiya's shirt in an attempt to get away. "I don't!..."

"It's okay. It's only me here." Jiraiya's voice cuts through the dizzying pain.

You open your eyes and try to focus them. The blurry shape of your husband is in your view. He's above you. You are laying on your back. His hands are on your cheeks holding your face. His thumbs rubbing back and forth in a comforting caress. He's speaking to you softly. He's assuring you over and over that you're safe.

"I won't let him get near you again, okay? Come on, baby, it's just me!" He's trying his best to get through to you.

This is the first time in many years you've been this bad. You had a mild reaction a few weeks ago just before the invasion of Konoha. A grimace on your face as you rubbed your neck like it was sore. You froze when you saw the large summoning snakes and shakily touched the back of your neck. Even that small reaction was enough to spring Jiraiya into action. He just had to make that summon disappear. You got over yourself and assisted, but you were shaken. After he comforted you, you promised yourself you wouldn't freeze up like that again.

That was awful enough... this is so much worse. Every time it happens, Jiraiya beats himself up over it. You are in this position because he failed you. He never should have let you follow him! But you were worried. You were in love with him, but he had no idea... until you were taken. As they say, one doesn't really know what they have until it leaves.

The day Orochimaru betrayed the village and left, he took you with him. Not by choice. You were petrified and distracted with trying to take care of Jiraiya's injury. You hated that they were fighting. Orochimaru approached you from behind and all Jiraiya could do was watch as that traitor struck you with the blunt end of a weapon. Fear gripped his chest when you hit the ground like a sack of flour and blood seeped from your head. Like ice and fire coursing through his veins one after the other. You were hurt because of him. You got caught up in all this because of him.

He tried to plead with his old friend to hurt him as much as desired, but to not involve you. You were just the innocent bystander that was too concerned for her friends. Yet Orochimaru refused. The cruel bastard laughed at the idea before picking up your limp body by the collar.

"I get what I want for once. You can't do anything about it." Was the cold answer given.

Jiraiya tried to follow when Orochimaru dragged you along in the dirt. But it was useless. He stood and took a few steps before collapsing again to the muddy ground, his leg too injured to continue. His body and emotions both were too battered to go on. The last thing he saw before passing out was Orochimaru disappearing with you. He didn't know what was worse... the betrayal or the loss. That day, Jiraiya was convinced he lost two of his closest friends. Hopeless and regret filled him as he failed two of the most important people in his life. He didn't know if he's see either of them again. You... why you? He still hasn't forgiven himself for what happened. He let it happen. He could have done more.

"It's me! Just me. I won't ever let anyone hurt you again!" Jiraiya kept promising you. He pressed his forehead against yours as if it would transfer his thoughts to you. All they would scream is his support. He's here for you no matter what happens.

"It hurts..." Your voice is quivering. You reach out and run your fingers through his hair until it was was the back of his head above his ponytail. You grip his hair. You don't pull, just anchor yourself to him. "Make it go away!.."

You were missing for over a year. It was the worst year of Jiraiya's life. He was miserable. He knew by then that he loved you... he missed you. He spent countless hours combing the Land of Fire for you. If not for the war, he would have combed the whole continent. He would have done anything to have you back. He felt so alone. People kept saying he should just give up. Orochimaru probably killed you as revenge against him.

That turned out to be far from the truth.

You were found barely alive. Skeletal from starvation and dirty from neglect. Covered in wounds and mentally broken. A strange black mark on your neck that spread when you were stressed in any way. Ironically, it looked like small chains when it spread out over your skin. It was grossly suiting to the situation. You barely knew who you were. When asked, you simply say you are a tool. You are to be used like a doll to whatever Orochimaru wanted to do to you. The implications and evidence churned everyone's stomach. Your wounds certainly weren't ones from battle.

"Ah!" You cry out in pleasure as your skin was so sensitive in this state. Jiraiya had adjusted to nibble and kiss your neck.

He makes quick work of your clothing. You are hot to the touch, with sweat rolling off of you. That's not a good sign as it means you may give in. You are using sheer power of will to contain the mark from taking over. You are starting to fail in containing it. You don't want to give in! Tears flood your eyes as you arch your back to press your body against his.

"Calm down." Jiraiya spoke firmly. He peels your undergarments off. He feels cold in comparison to you. You are also absolutely soaked with the expectation to get fucked. He hushes you as you get more excited. You spread your legs and moan when his hand grazes your thigh. "We'll get to that."

"A-Ah! Pl-Please! Fuck me! Fuck me!" You can't control your breathing. It's like hyperventilating. Your lungs are strained from trying to take in air but it feels like you are being squeezed at your sides. You grip and rut against your husband for relief. "Please!... Please!"

"Hush, my love. Not until you are better."

Going right at it will do more harm than good. While you are aware it's Jiraiya touching you, you are too close to releasing your hold on the curse mark to be doing that. Foreplay while reminding you who is touching you is the best approach he's found when you are teetering on that edge. Thankfully he's got the advantage of years of practice.

You scream when Jiraiya pushes his fingers inside of you. Sweet relief! You are stiff against his body. It's his first and second finger. It's not enough! Even when he thrusts them quickly. It's hard and rough but your body has that intense craving for more.

You groan and your body relaxes as the flood of pleasure washes over you.

"No! No don't rely on it!" He's yelling at you.

The black marks of the curse was crawling over your skin. He despises seeing you give in. Those marks don't belong on your gorgeous body! You've been conditioned to activate the curse when you want to cum. The agony would fade away into mind blowing pleasure when you succumbed to the need. The flood of that snake's power was pure bliss to your every sense. It was so bad that at one point whenever you saw Orochimaru the markings would grow to take over half of your body and your own wetness would be running down your thighs. All because you knew he was only there for one reason.

Jiraiya did everything he could to reverse the damage. He took care of you. He fed you and sheltered you. Sometimes he just held you. He spent so many hours just laying beside you trying to make you feel better. It's like you were back from the dead. Some days he still couldn't believe you were back. On the nights where you writhed and wailed in pain, he did everything he could to help. He couldn't stand to see you in like that. He worked with you to try and find a solution. He talked you through it and got you to ignore the need to rely on the curse mark and by extension Orochimaru to feel pleasure. You could pleasure yourself. Your loving caretaker could pleasure you. You don't need Orochimaru for anything. Not his power. Not his control. Not his pleasure.

"Calm down! You don't need him!" Jiraiya raised his voice. He knew you become hazed when you were like this. He buried his face against your chest and begged. "I'll make you feel all the pleasure you need. Please just listen to me!"

You whine and wrap your arms around him. It felt like thousands of ants crawling all over you. Their little legs pricking your skin as they scuttle across you. A burning sensation followed like fire being injected into your blood. Your breath hitches and holds when Jiraiya latches onto a nipple. He sucks and runs his tongue around it. It's good! Another side effect is becoming incredibly sensitive. Your whole body is aware of every little change. You shut your eyes and try to breath. It feels good. Just focus on the good.

"Ah... Jiraiya..." You moan.

It's just your husband. The man you love is the one that's pleasuring you. There's nothing wrong. No one here is going to hurt you. He's here for you. He's here because he loves you. His tongue drags across your chest to pay attention to your other breast. He plays with it like he had to the other one. His thumb rubs your clit at the same pace to his fingers. It's all for your pleasure. By choice... You want it because you really want it.

Another beautiful cry of love leaves you. Jiraiya curls his fingers to press and rub right against your g spot as you climax. The prickly heat of the curse mark had retreated. He knows you well enough to put together that you had gotten a grip on yourself. He hums what was supposed to be your name. He retracted once you relaxed.

You are hot and cold at the same time. The mix of saliva and sweat on your body was cool on your skin. You lay still as you catch your breath. Kisses are laid on your neck and jaw. You smile. You open your eyes slowly and reach out. You run your fingers along Jiraiya's cheek. He returns your smile.

"Thank you." You whisper. "I love you."

"I love you too." Jiraiya said.

He closes the distance to kiss you. You love kissing him. He's always so gentle, at first anyways. He's no stranger to roughhousing. He's nipped you plenty of times, but always asks if you want to get rowdy. Both are really good.

A throbbing pain is still thumping. Like being jabbed in the neck with a screwdriver and having it twisted right in the raw nerve. The mark is still active. You aren't safe from it yet. You cringe as you try to ignore it.

"Do you need some more distraction?" Your husband asks you sweetly.

"I might." You sigh. You lay your head back, your neck is sore. "I wish I didn't have this thing."

"You probably wouldn't... if I was stronger."

"Don't say that." You brush his hair away from his face and coo at him. "It's not your fault."

A slow sigh of disagreement comes from Jiraiya. He's always blamed himself. Even when you were in that manic state of mind all those years ago, you could tell he piled all that guilt onto himself. He paced the length of your room while pulling at his hair. He had dark circles under his eyes from not sleeping and he was going crazy from overthinking everything action he ever made. You remember just staring at him as he babbled on and on. Most of it was just apologizing. He had shouldered all the blame. He felt completely guilty and deserving of whatever hatred or criticism came his way. It's not his fault that Orochimaru was a traitor, but he was convinced he didn't try hard enough.

"You got hurt because of me!" Jiraiya insisted in the same despaired tone he had when you were still in hospital.

"It's not. Stop blaming yourself for something you can't control." You always said to comfort him.

It's not his fault you ran out to chase him that night. You were worried for both of them. You were young, dumb, and in love. You didn't want Jiraiya to get hurt because of your feelings. You also didn't want to believe the wildfire rumours already spreading around the village about Orochimaru. He was your friend too. You confided in him with all your secrets. How were you to know that he was in love with you? He grew to obsess over you and despise Jiraiya for always being the centre of your affections. It was Konoha's most tragic love triangle.

Maybe it's silly, but you feel a certain amount of blame. Like you had driven Orochimaru to the point of turning. How many times did you run to him seeking a friend to vent to? All you did was blab about your unrequited love to a man who had feelings for you. It was horribly ironic. Orochimaru kidnapped you to inflict some revenge on you. He turned you into his toy after months of breaking you. He abused you. He convinced you that no one else will make you feel like this. He's a sick man with a sick perspective on love. He drugged you and assaulted you until you gave up. He wanted an idealized version of you as a partner. He wanted you to be completely addicted to him. He used the curse mark to control you. It was the perfect link since he could feed some of his power into you when he wanted you to cum. It slowly corrupted you to be reliant on him. The day he inflicted it on you, he pleasured you to solidify the connection straight from the get go. It was a blur, but you remember being strapped to a table while writhing in unbelievable pain while slender fingers touched you in your most intimate areas. He whispered in your ear encouraging you to focus on the pleasure he was giving you.

"You'll love it... you'll love me." He spoke so quietly before lapping at your bleeding neck and fingering you until you grew to enjoy it.

You were still in love with Jiraiya after all that had happened to you. There was a point where you would lay on the cold ground of the building you were captive in so starved you were no longer hungry and wish he was there. No matter how you were punished for wanting a different man, you still wanted him. You escaped into plenty of dreams wishing he was there holding you and telling you how wonderful you are. The pain of living was bearable so long as you pictured his smile and loving words.

Seeing him again after all that time was refreshing. He realized that he loved you too. He confessed after a few days of you back home and recovering. You were over the moon at his confession. He didn't touch you until he was sure you really wanted it. But you hugged him all the time like you were baby bat hooked on it's mama. He was more than happy to deal with it. He waddled around with you on his back in a piggy back ride almost everywhere. You didn't like being alone, so you clung onto him. He didn't like leaving you alone, so it worked out.

You hum and turn your head to the side. You rub the achy spot. It's burning again. It's the same burning sensation as a spazzing muscle. It's taught and throbbing to the beat of your heart. A pair of lips pressed against the spot again. You sigh and run your fingers through Jiraiya's hair as he makes out with your neck. It does feel nice. He knows where to go to make it feel better. He's always done that.

Ever since you got together with Jiraiya, he's gone for your neck. In a good way. He pushes hair and clothing aside to give it a kiss. Most times it's how you wake up. His hand pushing things out of the way before kissing the bare skin of your neck. When you got married to him, you were a giggly mess as he kept pecking your neck in kisses while he 'tried' to get your necklace off. He had it unhooked in his fingers in the first seconds of finding the clasp, but it didn't matter. He liked being in that crook. From there he can feel your pulse and hear you breathe. Your throats vibrates when you speak and it's soothing to be next to. These memories are what you do focus on when your mark burns.

You watch with a smile when he sits up. He sheds his layers, raising a brow and smirking as you stare at him. It's the same amount of excitement and want you've shown since you first hooked up with him. He moves to kneel on the bed with the intention to push you down to your back. But it's not quite time for that. He deserves something for getting you off.

Instead of letting him get on top, you grab his arm and yank him to the bed. It was a bit too much and you occasionally get a surge of strength when the curse mark retracts. So instead of the gentle pull and roll you were planning, Jiraiya stumbled and tripped with your yank on his arm. It took him by surprise and he didn't catch himself in time. His fell and his face landed in prime motorboat position. It hurt too. His nose and chin were hard enough to knock the wind out of your chest for a few moments.

There was a moment of silence... then giggles. Slightly muffled giggles came from your husband as he struggled to get off of you. The fit of laughter had stolen his strength for a moment. He did regain composure enough to get on his hands and lift himself.

"Sorry!" You apologize to him between laughing.

He nods before leaning forward to kiss you. His lips barely relaxed enough to do so. They kept twitching into a grin every so often. You pull back first, making him hum a note of complaint.

"Let me give you a treat, baby." You purr at him.

Jiraiya grins at you. You pull him more gently this time and flip positions. You pay him all the attention he loves. Lots of dedicated time to kissing. Your fingers trail down his chest and abdomen before moving back up. Slow strokes to stimulate his senses as you make out with him. Each time your fingers go lower to his pelvis. He groans and fixes his legs to be wider to encourage you to fondle as much as you like.

You tug lightly and massage his balls in your palm before putting feathery touches up his stiffening cock. You only break the kiss to lick your hand, ensuring to lick over your fingers slowly before going back down to stroke him off. The added slickness from your saliva made the job much easier. The moans that are vibrating right into your mouth is telling you that you're doing good.

Soft calls of your name between kisses only urged you to continue. You pull back your head, breaking the kiss. It's time for more. Jiraiya hummed with both question and disappointment. He pouted a little as he expected this to go on longer. You smile at him and give him a quick peck to hold him over. He'll much appreciate what your mouth will be doing in a few moments.

You continue to massage the very base of his privates as you instead kiss his body. With gentle nibbling and sucking over his collarbone. Down the line that defines his pectorals. That space under Jiraiya's ribs right where the cage ends is sensitive to his bellybutton. He's oddly ticklish in that area. Doing feathery light kisses and breaths of air makes him react in the funniest way. He twitches and resisted the urge to buck as you stimulated the sensitive nerves. The light squeezes and strokes to his hard on was only making it feel even more sensitive as all those nerves are on high alert for your touch. You lick down the line to his bellybutton. Your lips just barely touch his cock before you slide your head back with your lips dragging on his skin. It makes him feel good. It gets him nice and worked up.

"Ha... Fuck. Stop teasing me!" Jiraiya grunts.

"It's just so much fun." You respond with a teasing lick over of your lips.

"You're lucky I love you."

You chuckle. He sounds a little peeved, much like a pouting child than actual anger. He could never get angry at you. Lucky indeed. You hook your arm around his thigh and pull it out a little. It's now flush and firm against your chest. You first lick the tip of his dick. A flick over it quickly. It got another frustrated groan out of your husband. There's a quiet thunk as his head hits the headboard.

Alright, he's had enough. You pop the head in your mouth and part of the shaft. You suck and gulp. You take in more and bob your head at a slow pace. Jiraiya uttered your name. As always you are good at getting him off. Since you are positioned at his side and your rather lovely ass is facing him, he takes advantage. He runs his hand up the back of your thigh. The innermost part of your thigh his wet. He ran his middle finger along your slit which caused you to moan. It added vibrations to your throat which tickles his dick ever so greatly. He strokes the sensitive skin before giving your butt a good squeeze.

Jiraiya gripped your thigh and pulled it to the side. When your knee touched his side, you raise it and transition into straddling him. With your privates now spread and right by his face, he takes better advantage. He licks his finger before going in to play with your clit. You legs flex when his finger rubbed it hard. He plays with it while you suck him off.

"Hn! Mmm!" Your pleasured noises are muffled. Your hips move with the motions of his finger.

Then his tongue met your entrance. Jiraiya pulls on your thigh and buried his face in your pussy. It's a place he loves being. It's warm and tasty! It makes you moan the cutest noises as he pleasures you with his tongue. It plays and curls with the pace of your blowjob. Which was making his toes curl and abdomen tense.

The only advantage of your unique past was gaining the ability to deep throat. You were once forced to no matter how you choked or gagged. You eventually trained your gag reflex to not react. Jiraiya never forced you to. He was shocked the first time you did it and loved it. You activate this talent and take his cock until you run out of shaft. He goes ridged as your hot wet mouth is all over his cock. It feels almost as good as your other hole! Your throat clenched and squeezed him in a way he can't describe. He pays better attention to eating you out, he can't be outdone. What kind of husband would he be if he let you down?

Your body lurches forward with the force of Jiraiya shoving his tongue in and out quickly. It forced you to pull back so you didn't choke. It's hard to stay focused when it felt so good. You match his pace with mouth and hand, twisting your palm to create more friction.

You don't last much longer. How can you when he's being so wonderfully aggressive against your sex? It's enough without hurting more than it pleasures. Then the slight bit of pain interjected. You grit your teeth and resist. You lay your forehead against Jiraiya's hip, continuing to jerk him off as you feel the curse mark's need to activate. He probably can't see from his angle as it wants to release. It's like a needle rather than a screwdriver, so it is being subdued.

You ignore it. You don't need it. You don't ever need it. You cry the name of the man you love oh so much as he makes you climax. You cease playing with him as it took your strength. Slowly, your hips relax and they against Jiraiya's chest. He's simply breathing heavily and gripping your thighs until you calm down.

"How you feeling?" Jiraiya asks.

"F... Fine." You whisper.

"The mark? Is it still hurting you?"

"Only a little."

You sit up and look over your shoulder. Jiraiya is looking you over for any changes. There is nothing to look for. You can contain it. He reaches up and strokes his hand down your spine. He smiles at you as your body is free of black marks. It's rewarding. No one will hurt you like that again. Only the good stuff for you for the rest of your life with him, as he's done ever since he got you back.

"I love you." You keep your voice in a whisper.

You had beat him only by a second. His lips already parted to say it. He grins.

"I love you too." Jiraiya returned the sentiment in a quiet voice.

You reach down and caress his face before moving forward. You line up to take a ride on him. He holds the base of his cock to make it easier for you to sink down on it. A synchronized sigh leaves you and him once you're speared on the full length. You rub and brace against his thighs.

The better advantages of going reverse is being able to go buck wild. Jiraiya holds your hips and raises his knees to aid you. You grip his knees and used them for leverage to help you as you ride. With no need or want to be slow, you ride hard and fast. You bounce on him from tip to base as quickly as you can, enjoying how every inch feels and rubs inside of you.

At this point of being together for so long, Jiraiya has probably seen every oh face you've ever made. Even so, there's something rather unrestrained about riding him with your back to him. You let your mouth hang open as your eyes shut. Brows furrow and lewd cries leave you with every fall down. He must feel the same about this. He's digging his fingers into your skin as he writhes in pleasure underneath you. He's not a loud lover, but he's using his voice move as he groans with every movement. He bucks his hips with your every rise as he's eager to be back in.

It makes him a little weak. You feel amazing! Every lewd word in the written language can only just barely explain how you feel when he's inside of you. Rather than being able to sit up, Jiraiya releases your hips just to claw at the sheets to help pull him up. You whine as it adjusted the angle slightly. You sink down and stay there until he stops moving. Your heart is pounding. Everything seems to be holding its own pulse. Your inner walls are clenching and wanting more stimulation.

He raises you up. He quickly switched to sit on his knees and dropped you onto his cock. He held you there and grinds his hips against you. Now this can really get going. The awkward position of having his legs out really isn't suited for this hard ride. He grabs your breasts and bites your earlobe.

"Keep going, beautiful." Jiraiya spoke against your ear. "I'll help, okay?"

"Okay!" You breathlessly agree.

You lean into him and rely on his back for support. You resume the frantic pace. Loud moans rumble in your ear. Then wet kisses are placed on your neck, right on your curse mark. He groped and massaged your boobs as you continue to ride him.

A gentle nip is placed on your mark before more kisses are laid on. You say his name. You reach up to grab his hair right at the roots. His hips rise and meet you half way. He's too eager to stay put. You bounce with the force of him thrusting and you pushing. The slap of your skin meeting his fills the room. It's loud and echoey in the otherwise quiet bedroom. His breathing gets more frantic in your ear. You match it as it falls in sync to the thrusts. There's no other opportunity to breathe!

"Jiraiya!" You cry his name and mewl a strained note as the build up winds up your body.

Jiraiya sharply inhaled and stammered your name. He pushed you forward. You willing fall. You grip the footboard and rise your hips. He's over top in a second pounding you. There's that ripple up your spine and an ache building in your ass as his hips meet it brashly. The frame of the bed is rocking and squeaking from the strain. At this point all you can do is yell his name repeatedly as your body began to build up that familiar feeling. You pull on the bars of the board as you resist the urge to coil up. He's right behind you, grunting your name between panting. He's desperate to finish as he knows where you are and can't help but follow.

One final hard thrust and you become undone. The final time comes with that flood of stars in your vision and a dizzying amount of stimulation. Thankfully... the curse mark doesn't activate. You have a hold on it again. For only one man can make you feel this amazing. You don't ever need anyone else. Jiraiya isn't far behind. He grinds it out and hissed between his teeth as he finished. He stayed deep inside of you, completely still until the orgasm had fully passed.

Once that amazing high had begun to fall, Jiraiya pulled out and sat back. He was too preoccupied to make you feel good to have grabbed a towel. You sit up just as he leaves for the bathroom. You watch as he stumbles and his legs shake. It's a pretty darn good fuck when the legs are unstable. He chuckles before grabbing the doorframe of the attached bathroom to help him balance. It's a good thing it's so close by. Or he would have just sunk to his knees and fell to the floor chuckling from how good he feels. He pushed through the noodle like feelings in his limbs and kept going.

He returns a moment later. He very sweetly hands you a towel as he cleans himself off with a separate one. You do the same and he rejoins you on the bed ready to cuddle.

"You feeling better, honey?" Jiraiya asks you. He grabbed you and pulled you to the right side of the bed. As he gets you tucked in, he speaks again. "Or shall we continue this late into the night?"

"I do feel better!" You answer happily. He's overtop of you and settled his chin on your belly. He's looking up at you with a smile. You push his bangs away from his face and smile at him. "I wouldn't mind continuing this until dawn!"

He grins that pervy little grin complete with a small blush and deceptively innocent looking crescent shaped shut eyes. Kisses are laid on your stomach and up to your chest before finally meeting your lips.

You hold Jiraiya close as he makes out with you. You run your foot down his leg and massage circles into his shoulders as you kiss him. Eventually it fades into cuddling. With his face in the crook of your neck and his body relaxes. He is a dead weight overtop of you. His breathing gets heavy. You play with his hair and it coaxes him into a deep sleep. You relax and fall asleep.

Might as well sleep while you can. It won't last long. You wake up soon to gentle kisses on your neck. The sun was just setting. You sigh happily and run your fingers through your lover's hair as he quietly asks if you are ready to start again. You agree. Tonight was going to be the first of many long nights.

For a a few days... no one sees you or beloved husband. Rumours fly around. It's known you are a victim of a curse mark, but it's only speculation on how Jiraiya makes you feel better. Some say he simply nurses you back to health and his well known doting nature over you keeps him glued to your side. Others say he resorts to torture methods... well... uh they only say that because your screams of pleasure are taken very out of context.

Once you and Jiraiya do emerge from the building, people check up on your health. Their concern melts into a flustered understanding when they see you happily attached to your husband. There's a certain look to a person when they've been in the throes of passion with another. Most people put it together. Unless it's a clueless kid.

"Hey! Lady Sage!" Naruto was incredibly happy to see you back on your feet. He skidded to a halt in front of you and grinned. "I missed you! Are you feeling better?"

"Much better, thank you." You were happy to converse with the young lad.

He asked you a few things out of pure curiosity and concern. You have grown motherly over him and answer the best you can. It was difficult to answer the youngin's questions when Jiraiya kept sweeping away the layers that hide your neck to give your bare skin a kiss. They were gentle enough to tickle. You'd curl your shoulder in an attempt to get him to stop. He was persistent and held you against him as he found his favourite spot to cover in affection.

"I guess I'm not satisfied." Jiraiya sighed dramatically. He wrapped his arms around you and held you. He gets lost in your eyes for several moments, drawn in by their beauty. He boops his nose against yours. "I think that bed missed us."

"Really? Just the bed and not the man?"

"So long as the woman wants to, then they both miss her."

You chuckle. You rub his shoulders affectionately as you look him over. He's so sweet to ask. Wonderful and thoughtful. The exact same person you married over twenty years ago. Hm.. maybe not the exact same. Perhaps a little sexier with age, much like a fine wine.

"She wants to." You answer.

He beams and angled his head to go in for a kiss. His hands travel your body and he gives that wonderful ass of yours a squeeze.

"You two are weird." Naruto said after a moment of watching the two adults before him get worked up. If these are his new teachers... then may someone have mercy that he may actually learn something from them. They seem to into each other to focus on him for too long.

"You know, kid, when you find someone you love, you'll understand." Jiraiya said simply.

Naruto huffed at the idea. Love is gross. Adults are gross. These two adults are especially gross. They go gallivanting off back to that room granny set aside for them. Off to do what... he didn't want to know.

They at least emerged again to watch Tsunade officially take the title of Hokage. As her friends, you and Jiraiya got to stand behind her on the roof of the estate in support. You hold his hand as you watch her rally both ninja and citizens to her side. She looks excited to prove herself. She looks good wearing that iconic hat.

"Things are just getting started, aren't they?.." You ask quietly.

"What do you mean?" Jiraiya turned towards you and inquires.

"I don't know... I suppose... things won't be the same around here. With The Akatsuki brave enough to come here and the village being ruined." You pause and look at him for comfort. "It just feels like bad things are ahead."

"You're probably right." He agreed. He pulls you closer and places a kiss on your cheek, then one on your neck. "But we're all stronger than that... especially with that disaster leading us."

You chuckle at his joke. You hold onto him and give him lots of kisses. He pecks your face and neck while you giggle in his grasp. He finished with a big smooch on your lips.

"Hey love birds!" Tsunade got your attention. Jiraiya was less cooperative in giving her his attention as he plopped his cheek atop your head and slumps part of his weight on you while looking offended that you weren't giving him the kisses he oh so loves. "How about a drink to celebrate my first day in office?"

"Since when is ten minutes a whole day?" Jiraiya asks.

"It is because I say so!"

They share a laugh. Jiraiya led the way behind Tsunade as she determinedly walked to her favourite bar. The mention of alcohol had perked him up and he stopped pouting. You spend the whole night enjoying it with the people you love. You keep a hand on Jiraiya in some way. His thigh or hand being the usual culprits as he sits beside you and catches up with his friend. He usually does the same. So long as he has a free hand to drink he's good. You are more content to occasionally join in with a comment here and there but stay generally quiet.

When you are with Jiraiya, you are at peace. All the pain and fear you endured in your past is long forgotten when he's by your side. You rest your head on his shoulder and focus on the sound of his voice. He put his arm around you and paid you some attention before returning to the conversation. A kiss to your head and a squeeze to your shoulder that quietly told you that he loves you. You squeeze his thigh and shut your eyes, letting that wondrous feeling stay with you until it was time for bed.