Apart of the toad mode universe. Breeding kink

It's been a year since you had become a sage. The turn from winter into spring marks it. In a way it's quite exciting. For a year now you have been a fully fledged sage and respected as such. Nothing has ever felt so right. Fighting as Jiraiya's other half as a sage makes sense. What's even better is the fact that you haven't had a reason to use it in battle. As odd as that sounds it felt good that no conflict had been that difficult to require such power.

It's been a fairly quiet year. Hardly a mission or request to stake things out from Konoha. No run ins with enemies looking to get a bounty for yours or Jiraiya's heads. No trauma to speak of. It's been surprisingly calm. Hopefully it stays that way.

"Happy anniversary, sage." Jiraiya cut the quiet with a loving congratulations.

"Thanks honey." You reply.

He crawled up from behind you and began to place kisses on your neck. His hand gently moved away your hair and collar of your kimono to get at more skin. You lose focus on your task as his warm lips cover your neck. It feels good.

Currently, you and your husband are traveling through the rural farmlands of the Land of Rice Paddies. There's no inns around this area. It is literally one territory of farmland to another. Since it is spring it is raining a lot. It's wonderful for the crops but awful for weary travellers who lack a roof to shelter under. Wanting to avoid another night soaked, Jiraiya took a chance and asked one of the farmers if it was okay to sleep in their barn. Thankfully the first one agreed.

You were laying out your bed roll onto the pile of rice straw that's being stored in the barn. Thank goodness the only things being stored in this barn is drying hay, a splintery broken down carriage, and tools. It doesn't smell like crap and there's no animals leering creepily at the humans invading their space.

It's hard to focus on getting the bed ready with your husband doing this to you. Lately he's been acting weirder. He's been rather... horny. While not that unusual for Jiraiya, it's just more intense than normal. The past couple of days he's been all over you. Which has lead to having sex in some less than safe locations. The thick of neutral territory. The trunk of a tree. The side of the road next to one of those roadside statues intended for good luck. He's been insatiable and he's hungry for more. At the moment he's running his hands around your obi, tugging on the knot as he nibbles on your neck. He wants more. It's hardly been a day but you've been keeping him off of you for a reason.

"I want you so badly." He murmurs.

"Is that so?" You inquire quietly. You sigh quietly as you let him untie the sash and pull down your kimono down your shoulders. He covers that newly exposed skin in kisses. It feels nice. It's gentle but is eager to convey his desires. "There's just one problem with that."

"What's that?"

You chuckle to yourself. His insatiable appetite mixed with the country area you and him are stuck in has led to quite the predicament. It's not like there's a convenience store he can run to. As convenient as your birth control is, it's not a guarantee.

"We're out of condoms and I think I'm ovulating." You explain. You pat his hand in consolation. "I know I'm on the pill and all, but I don't think we should risk it."

To your surprise Jiraiya seemed really excited by that. His breathing picked up like you had told him the sexiest thing in the world. Come to think of it the last few days have been peculiar. He's been all over you with his weird pervy behaviour. The weird things. Saying you smell good and all that strange flirty things he doesn't usually say to you. There's something primal about how he's gotten more riled up the further this goes on. It's like he already knew you are right there in your cycle... It's turning him on.

"You're nice and ripe for me to put a baby in." He moaned against your ear.

A wash of heat covered your face. He's never said anything like that before. The subject of having children has been vague. It's more or less been not trying but not upset if it happens type of attitude. He seems to really want one now.

That throaty toad like groan emanates from deep in his throat. That's when it all kinda clicked in your head. It's already March. Last year during training was like this when mid March hit. When spring came around all the toads got freaky. They sang from morning to night in search for a mate. Even the elder toads were extra lovey to each other. Jiraiya didn't let on to how turned on he was by your sage mode until sparing together and that ended with probably the best sex you had with him that year. It was unrestrained and rough. The energy and intensity was cranked up from the nature chakra and days of pent up sexual tension.

Your heartbeat picked up in excitement when Jiraiya bit your shoulder. It wasn't a very hard bite. It was enough to linger and tingle after he released his jaw. He licked over it and purred your name. His hands moved under your loose clothing and gripped your bare waist. It was reminiscent of how he treated you on the mountain last year. The idea of him being rough like that again is arousing.

That must be it then. Sage mode had officially corrupted Jiraiya. His mind isn't in the gutter for the hell of it. With spring comes new life. Some kind of primal sage instinct is telling him to fuck you until you get knocked up. The idea of it is very appealing. He's your mate. You and him should breed.

His hand slides around the band of your panties until at the centre. He slides it down and his warm fingers run along the folds of your vagina. It was a calm massage that ran from one end to the other in slow strokes.

"You're getting wet." He notes with a smile you can feel against the back of your shoulder. "Do you want to? That risk is getting me hot."

"Yeah..." You quietly agree. Your hips push forward with a desire for more pressure from his fingers. "I want you. What better time to fuck then when I'm ready to bear your children?"

A shudder ran through him. You know he's excited when that happens. You can't hold in a soft moan when he pushed a finger inside of you. Your reaction, as soft as it was, was enough to excite him further. His other hand pulled on the collar of your kimono. The material slid down your back. He wants you nude now.

You tuck your fingers under the hem of your netted shirt. You pull it over your head. The second it was off Jiraiya grabbed the back of your bra and worked the clasp. He was good at it. After many years of practice he got it done quickly. You pull it off too. The moment it was your husband was there to kiss all that exposed skin. His lips pecked your skin up your spine. His finger curled before retracting to stroke over your clit. It sent waves over you.

"How did I get so lucky?..." Jiraiya murmurs against your skin. His breath is warm. He moves up further back to your shoulder. "You're so beautiful."

It's hard to focus. Your brain is all jumbled. All it is focused on is how he's touching you. His fingers retreated just as your lewd cries were growing in volume. You sit in his lap and grind your ass against him. You want more. It was just getting good!

"You want it don't you?" He asks.

"Yes! You can't just turn me on like this and leave me high and dry!" You complain.

Jiraiya chuckles. Your eagerness is amusing. It's arousing. To have his mate so needy for him is just what he wants. He sinks his hands under your panties to hold your bare hips. You shift around and whine. You reach behind you and grab a fistful of his hair.

"Don't tease me! Or else I'll have to take over." You warn.

"Really? I'd like to see you try."

You growl. He can be such a jerk sometimes. He gripped your hips harder. You cry out in surprise when he threw you forward. You got a face full of rice hay. Before you could fight back or complain, Jiraiya had pulled down your underwear. His crotch is pressed against you. The fabric of his pants is dragging against you. It's soft and the texture is an odd sensation against your pussy. It's not unpleasant, but it's not what you want pressed against you.

He ran his hand down your back. It's a gentle caress. In the meantime his other hand is working to pull his lower layers off. You can feel the change. The fabric dragging down your skin to the smoother warmer sensation of his bare skin.

"You aren't so feisty anymore are you?" He asks with a smile. He grabbed your ass and spread it out. The moan you gave out as a result sent shivers up his spine. "Not when you're ready for your mate to dominate you."

Those words are so exhilarating. He's so sexy when he's worked up like this. You tense with anticipation. The head pushed in. You cry out from the sensation.

"Please!..." You couldn't bite back a plea.

Jiraiya moaned in response to urge you to do that again. He pushed in another inch or so. He ran a hand up your spine up to your neck. He gripped it tightly.

"Please!" You cry out again. "Just fuck me already!"

"For how long?"

"Un Ah-!" You were cut off by him shoving his cock all the way inside of you. You couldn't think for a moment. It filled your brain with static. All you desire is more!

"How long?" He asks again with more aggression. He gripped your neck harder.

"Until I-I'm!" You choke on the words as he began to thrust. It wasn't too fast nor was it slow. It was tiny rocks of his hips that hardly moved an inch or so out. It wasn't enough!

"Until what?!"

"Until I'm pregnant! Fuck me raw and hard until I have your babies!"

The noise he made was the cross between a moan and a pleased chuckle. His hips speed up. You whine and claw at the bed you had just made. It feels amazing. The lack of foreplay and going right in had only added to the stimulation. Jiraiya is hardly rough. It made fucking like this so much more special.

He forced you down by your neck until your cheek is squished against the hay. It muffles your cries as the hay gathered around your face. You can still breathe just fine, it's just the smell isn't that pleasant. Above you your husband leans down and lays his front against your back.

Beside your ear he moans your name. His hips roll deep inside of you before resuming the hard fast thrusting he had been spoiling you with the whole time. His hand caressed from the back of your neck to your throat. He bit down on the back of your neck.

"Ah~!" You express your pleasure with a cry.

He groans before releasing his jaw and biting down to the left of that bite.

"Jiraiya!"

He marks your neck and shoulders in bites. Each one got harder. His teeth mark your skin. It wasn't until the last bite until he broke the skin. It hurt in the best of ways. The noises you made in response only urged him on. He followed the marks he made before, biting down hard enough to make you bleed across from shoulder to shoulder. The taste of your blood has never been so delicious. The cries of pleasure you made was so sensual. When your body tensed and a more strained cry left you his excitement grew.

You yelped his name again. Your legs quiver. Your hips buck. All the coils in your belly had released. Right beside your ear the breathless moan of your other half echoed in your head. You cum all over his cock. Your own fluids are running down your legs. It made you lightheaded. That was reminiscent of how last year felt.

Jiraiya flipped you over. Before you could exchange words, he devoured your lips in a hungry kiss. You wrap your arms around him and indulge in the kiss. He didn't give you much time to recover. Your stimulated nerves cry out in both pleasure and pain as they receive more attention. Tiny whines leave your throat as a result.

"Ahh... Gah.. Oh.." You mewl and coo between kisses.

It's hard to get air. Your shoulders are throbbing from all the bites. Despite the slight pain the pleasure outweighs it. All you want is more. His tongue pushes into your mouth. You prod at his tongue with yours. He was quick to play the game of dominance. To which he won.

The kiss broke with Jiraiya suddenly jerking back. You could only take a second to look him in the eyes. He flashes a smirk at you before going down to cover the front of your neck and chest in bites. He stopped at your collarbone to suck on it for a few moments.

Jiraiya had some amazing stamina on him, even when he's this eager. Still so he has his limits. He groans in pain rather than pleasure and sinks down. Your back rests against the hay with his head on your chest. His shoulders and arms shake. His hips still move with the need to keep going. As phenomenal as this all is, the hard dirt floor is straining on his hands and knees.

"I can take over if you're getting tired." You offer.

"No..." He grumbles. He raises his head and faces you. His expression is that of pure lust. He's completely lost to it. "You're my mate. I want to dominate you."

You roll your eyes. He's stubborn. You push on his shoulders and force him to roll over. You roll with him and you are officially topping him. You rub his shoulders and smile.

"You need a break, old man. You might pull a muscle if you push yourself too hard!" You tease him.

Jiraiya scowls at you. His cheeks are bright red. You being over ten years younger than him has never been a point of tension. It always brings up the opportunity to say the occasional joke. In the heat of sex it hits him a little bit harder. It's a small jab and it's never meant in malice. It would be hard to find a man your age that's like him. Jiraiya is irreplaceable to you. You would be incomplete without him. You are meant to be his. You lean down and place your hands on either side of his head. Your head looms above his. His hands graze your hips as he stares into your eyes.

"You love this old man, don't you?" Jiraiya asks with a hazy smile.

"Of course I do."

You seal your words with a kiss. He tastes faintly of blood. That reminder made your bites flare up and pulse. Thin trails of blood are trickling down your arms and back. He gasps as you began to move. He writhes like you had when he was on top. His head presses into the hay as he arches his back. His nerves are just as sensitive as yours are.

Now it's his turn to be wanton and submissive for you. As sexy as he is as a dominant partner, you gotta have your fun too. He's just as cute when he's whining your name and begging you to ride him harder. You grip his kosode tightly and yank it open to reveal his front. His chest and belly is moving deeply with heavy breathing. His peachy skin is shiny and slick with sweat. He's such a stud.

He sat up and his face rested on your chest. His hands are running up your back and gripping parts of it of you rock your hips a certain way. It's usually accompanied with grunt or cry of pleasure. His lips press eagerly against your skin. His teeth drag and bite right after.

Jiraiya takes control as much as he can, holding your back and hip to take over the pace. You let him. Anything he does feels so good. Neither you nor him wanted it to end. That feeling is amplified when he bites down on your breasts.

"Jiraiya!" You gasp his name. Your mouth hangs open and back arches. You are tense against him for a second time.

You sink down fully to give yourself a breather. You lower your gaze to him. Your pleased smile falls when you are met with the same expression. Only it has a sinister like quality to it. Sometimes Jiraiya can have a dark quality to him when he's turned on. Your beloved husband took advantage of your weakened state to push you down so that you and him are both side to side.

"I... I don't think I have much more in me." He admits with a weak smile. "But all I want is more. You feel so good."

"I don't think I can handle much more either." You reply.

His smile grew. He went in for a kiss. You hold his cheeks and indulge in the kiss. A high pitched whine leaves your mouth and reverbs into his as he takes over fucking you. He's doing it too. Whines and cries that echo in your mouth as he's desperately on the edge. At this point him and you are stuck on the desperate edge. It feels good, but it hurts to hold on.

Jiraiya rolls one last time and pins you under him again. He grabbed the back of your thighs moved your legs so that your knees are by your chest and you are folded up. Pinned and at his mercy, you smirk at him.

"Finish it hard, my love." You whisper. "Put a baby in me."

His pupils blow out with lust. Your words have a heavy affect on him. This time the sexy breeding talk was on the light side, but it makes you wonder what he would do if you took it up a notch. You hold onto his arms for some form of grip. The pile of hay doesn't have much in the way of traction. Jiraiya pushed his lips against yours. His teeth nibble and suck. The erotic moans and cries you keep making increase as he began to thrust again.

It's different from before. It focused on power instead of speed. Jiraiya is slamming his hips against you hard enough to ripple from the bottom of your spine up to your brain. He's going from tip to base with the desperate need to finish.

He split your legs and places them around his waist. Closer... He needs you closer. You cling to him desperately. He's holding you. His hands are gripping at your shoulders from behind. His nails drag along your skin and pull at the bite marks. It irritated them but the harsh grip was a reminder that he won't let you go. You breathe with him. You exchange declarations of love with him. The long time build up is finally reaching its end!

At the same time you and Jiraiya gasp. He goes rigid after pushing all the way inside of you one last time. He's holding his breath. He can hardly hear above his hammering heart. The release is good enough to pass out from. All of you is tight and holding on to the phenomenal feeling. It feels as if sparks are firing through you.

It lasts longer than it ever had before. For several long moments neither you or him move. It came down eventually but took its time. At the same time both you and him collapse. He's hot. Heat is radiating off of him and seeping into you. You are hot too. Overly hot. It feels like the dead of summer. His hot breath is coating your neck. You and him don't speak or move for sometime.

Gentle kisses press against your neck. Then lower to your shoulders where he bit you. A smile grows on your face under such loving attention. He makes it feel better. He makes everything feel better.

"I love you." Jiraiya mutters, he's still breathless and panting. It sounds as if he had just crawled ashore after swimming for days. His exhaustion is contagious.

"I love you too." You reply quietly. You rest your head against his. It's hard to imagine to even move your limbs.

Light touches graze your pelvis up to your belly. It was as if your husband is already figuring he's done the deed. He adjusts slightly so that he can look you in the eyes. There's something peculiar about his expression. He has that look on him like he wants to talk to you about something but is hesitant. Perhaps it's more than just a sexual thing...

Knocking on the barn door cut your thoughts before they could really begin.

"You two okay? I heard yelling." The farmer asked in concern.

You groan and heave the thin bed roll over you and your husband. The door opened before a proper reply could be said. The farmer stared dumbfounded. This is rather embarrassing. The kind old man that had sheltered you and Jiraiya is gawking. Suddenly you are acutely aware of every bit of skin that's exposed. Jiraiya is a similar state. He's gripping the thin bedding tightly around his crotch to keep him decent. His expression that of horror and embarrassment.

The farmer reacted as expected. First there was a furious shade of red that took his face. Then yelling. Lots of yelling. He was pissed at the two strangers he nicely offered shelter to just soiled his hay.

"Get your clothes on and scram! I'll be waiting outside, making sure you perverts get off my property!"

"Perverts?" You mutter.

That's the first time someone called you that. Quite surprising considering how long you have been with Jiraiya. The farmer stormed out and shut the door. A moment of stunned silence followed. That... That just happened.

With a heavy sigh Jiraiya moved first. He stood up and stretched. He began to collect his clothing and ruefully got dressed. A moment later you joined him.

"Sorry, babe. I should be quieter." You say.

"Don't apologize. I love it when you scream my name!"

The casual way he said it along with his cheeky wink made you roll your eyes. You finish getting dressed with Jiraiya helping you tie up your obi. He placed a kiss on the back of your neck before stepping away. Once repacked and ready, he offered you his hand.

"Remembered your undies this time?" He asks in jest.

You puff your cheeks out in a pout. Must he point out that mortifying memory? Why must all the encounters with farmers end so badly?

"Yeah, did you?" You ask as you slap your hand into his.

He wiggles his hips playfully. He hums and haws in jest as he paws around his crotch as if seriously checking.

"Feels like it! You could check if you wanna make sure~?"

You roll your eyes at him. He chuckles at your sassy unimpressed response. He gave you a quick kiss before pulling you towards the door. The farmer was still waiting outside as promised. He tailed you and Jiraiya closely until back to the main road that lines all the farms.

"Keep on, strangers. Ain't no one else around here will take you in." The farmer bid an ominous farewell. "This be the last time I take in any either. Y'all ruined my harvest! That leftover was for my neighbour's ox."

"Sorry." You offer.

The farmer didn't accept your apology. He grumbled something bitter before turning around and leaving back to his home. A crackle of thunder rumbled across the sky. It was quite dark out. No stars to look at. You stare up at it, hoping that maybe the storm was just tumbling by.

A drop landed on your cheek. Then another on your forehead. More drops followed. In the span of a few seconds a torrential downpour came crashing down on the area. In seconds you and Jiraiya are soaked.

"So much for a dry place to sleep." Jiraiya remarks with a downtrodden sigh. "Sorry... I know the past couple of days haven't been great."

You look over at him. It's hard to see in this weather and light. Even with such little to go off of in the way of sight you can tell he's upset. Or at least disappointed. You too are getting sick of sleeping out in the rain but there are worse things in the world. You have your husband. That's all you need.

He blames himself over the silliest of things. It's not like he can control the weather. He swallowed a lot of pride to even consider asking a farmer for shelter. You know he did it for you. He hates asking for help. You hardly sniffled a day ago and he's been worried like you caught a plague. It's sweet of him but he has nothing to fear.

"Jiraiya." You call sweetly. You tug on his hand and pull him into a kiss. There's a smell on him that made you smile. He smells like a barn. "You have hay in your hair."

You pull a piece out and show him. He chuckles and takes it from you. The end of it tickles your nose gently under his control. It's only when you giggle does he stop and give you a kiss.

"We should get moving. I don't want that grouchy farmer to come chasing us perverts with a pitchfork." He said with a laugh.

You scoff at his comment. Out of the two people in this relationship he's most certainly the pervert. After so many years it probably rubbed off on you. You are his other half after all. You do have much in common with him.

"I don't think any farmer can handle us pervs, baby." You reply.

With that, you and Jiraiya continue down the road. The cold rain continued to shower down as you and him travel in content silence.

Some questions poke around in your brain. Questions of complicated things. Did Jiraiya want children? Or was this desire to breed purely a sexual kink? You steal a glance over at him. His eyes are fixed on the road ahead, his expression still sullen.

Now doesn't feel like the right time. It's quite easy to tell that he's not in the mood to talk right now. Which is fine... you aren't all that sure how to say it. There's also something very exposing about all theses paddy fields. Voices carry. There's no cover. Something so intimate should be spoken about in an actual bedroom anyways. Or at least in an enclosed space of some kind.

Maybe later. After a long rest and once toes are dry for more than a day.

For now you look forward to another rainy night with the man you love.