Chapter 18 - Want you taking me over
p.s please read the author's note at the end, thank you and enjoy!
"You are falling into the muddy water. One that shouldn't be touched." She heard what she assumed was Ume's voice. "You sure like talking in riddles." Sakura sighed, opening her eyes to the familiar darkness for what felt like a hundredth time already.
"You are switching targets." She heard what she thought was Tsubaki's voice, clearly not too pleased with Sakura. "I'm not, I just don't have a choice." Sakura crossed her arms over her chest and scoffed.
"I don't think switching partners last minute will be of any help, Sakura." She heard Mito; her tone was laced with concern, although it still held its sternness. "I can feel your intentions." Mito's voice became more serious, harsh even compared to her usual soft timbre.
"Why does it matter if I will sleep with another man? The results will still be the same." Sakura became irritated as soon as she found herself to be in here again and she couldn't help but roll those green irises of hers.
"Heiress, we are not sure if this will work, that's what we are trying to say." She heard Tsubaki's voice lecturing her from the very depths of darkness. "How can this not work if the conditions are met? It doesn't matter whom I sleep with, as long as I do it, I should be able to gain the power, right?" The pink haired woman shook her head in various directions, clearly not amused with the whole situation.
"You have to have a connection with that person." She heard Mito's voice again and it became colder where Sakura was standing, black fog rolling in waves around her naked toes. "And what makes you think I have that with Shisui?" Sakura argued, her tongue nearly stinging trying to voice her thoughts.
"You fail to realise and acknowledge your own true feelings as well as those around you." She felt Ume nearby, the oldest spirit's voice was near the shell of her ear and it was too close to for Sakura's own liking. "Even if I fail to admit my own feelings…" Sakura bit her lips, eyes facing the darkness around her.
"That, does not mean he feels the same away about me." Hair fell into her eyes, as Sakura's gaze hardened, the green hue of her eyes moulding into a darker, more sinister shade.
"That's not a good enough reason to keep switching between the targets. Stop what you are doing right now." The tone of Tsubaki's voice became darker, harder.
"And what If I don't? As of lately I don't seem to have any control over anything that happens in my life!" Sakura's voice became darker as well as she demanded for her opinion to be heard, at least.
"You are meant to be bound to only one person, Heiress. Polyandry isn't something any of the previous clan heiresses practiced." She heard Ume's voice again and Sakura almost felt like a child for acting up, still, she wasn't willing to give up, as she found her hot temper taking over rather quickly.
"What? Are you scared? You do not know for sure if I have to be bound to only one person." Sakura clicked her tongue, her voice stern as if she was trying to state facts, to prove otherwise.
"You might change the conditions that have to be met in order for you to awaken your power. Do not play with your destiny Heiress. Time is of importance now." She thought she heard a loud roar that rumbled through the darkness that surrounded Sakura.
"I will do everything in time as long as I can at least make my own choices. Can't you see that Shisui is not willing to help me anymore?" She shouted into the darkness, fury lashing through her voice like venom, fiery temper taking over her completely, her eyes burning like embers into the stormy night, her breaths ragged and heavy, heavy like the burden she had to carry unwillingly.
"You are way too rebellious for your own good Sakura." She heard Mito and Sakura's gaze shifted to the other side as if she could see the older spirit talking to her. "Don't cry for help when something goes wrong and you will have to get back to square one. Until then, suit yourself, Heiress." Another lecture pierced her ears and all she wanted to do was scream again, yet she didn't.
"You know how to find us, remember, time is of essence, don't wait until it's too late or else we won't be able to help you anymore. I hope you will make the right decision." The voices around her vanished and she opened her eyes into the bright world again.
The morning sun was a glare filtering through the grey clouds, accentuating Sakura's sour mood even more than it was needed.
"Today we will move faster compared to yesterday, I want us to reach the fire country's borders before the sunset. Understood?" She heard Shisui's cold voice and almost flinched, the coldness shaking off her sleepiness and drowsy thoughts as the coolness of the early morning had her eyes widen in shock when she finally comprehended Shisui's words.
They were supposed to reach the fire country's borders midday tomorrow. Was he a masochist? Just what has gotten into him? Sakura felt like she didn't want to know.
"Hai, taicho." She said, her voice reeking with irritation as she struggled with her long hair, trying to get it into a high ponytail.
Kami, it was too early in the morning for her to deal with something like this. Since when did Shisui become such an ass? She already found herself missing his carefree nature and unforced banter, therefore, she refused to think that the man that was standing in front of her was Shisui, or at least the Shisui she used to know.
"Hn." She heard a mere grumble from Itachi and looked up to his side unknowingly, his face was already hidden, but she caught a glimpse of his gaze through the slits of his mask, something dark and sinister briefly flickered through his eyes and Sakura was almost sure she saw wrong.
She blinked a couple of times and the faint flicker he held in his gaze was gone, as if it was never there to begin with.
She lowered her gaze and bit her lip in contemplation, shook her head then. Her thoughts got the better out of her and with everything that happened yesterday Sakura just couldn't control herself properly. Uchiha men were dangerous species, that much she understood, but recalling everything that happened yesterday… she couldn't help but flush madly as she quickly pulled on the cat-faced mask on her face, briefly wondering if anyone was interested enough to spare her any attention at this moment.
What was even worse for Sakura was that Itachi would have to continue her training somehow, because she was by no means ready for the real thing.
Itachi had a lot of problems to solve in a very short amount of time, considering they would most likely reach Amegakure by the end of this week. With all these things trying to occupy his mind, he couldn't help it if he wasn't exactly the chattiest person to be traveling with, although its not like Shisui or Sakura were initiating anything either.
From the first second he saw Shisui in the morning he felt the coolness just radiating off him in waves. He wondered if it had something to do with Sakura as he shook his head slightly, sighing then. Truth to be told, this is going to be troublesome.
Itachi clearly didn't consider what was going on through Shisui's head, but he didn't expect to see the cheerful and carefree cousin back in action any time soon. He assumed that his head was probably filled with the problems concerning the mission…and most importantly Izumi.
Itachi couldn't help but feel worried about her as well, it was very unusual to kidnap Uchihas as it happened rarely, almost never, and he didn't know what was the reason behind all of this. Hardly anyone outside of the Uchiha knew, that Izumi was meant to replace his mother in the upcoming years as the next Uchiha matriarch and he was pretty sure the kidnappers haven't asked for any money either and to be honest it was something you would expect from a rouge ninja group.
Therefore, he feared the worst, he feared that they might try and steal the most important thing to the Uchiha: their eyes. He tried not to think about it as these thoughts wouldn't help him or his mission in the slightest.
He was only hoping she would survive long enough before they would arrive, but that also depended on how well Sakura would perform her role as a seductress, gaining important insight on Akatsuki's whereabouts.
That's why, he had to make sure, that she will be ready, even if it meant losing a piece of his own sanity, even if it meant doing it all and going all the way through. He decided to train her to the highest standards so that in the end he would hopefully find himself seduced by her charms, through and throughout.
Shisui glanced at the pink haired woman, his dull gaze was almost alarming as much as it was inspecting and full of scepticism.
He noted her full, black outfit, that hugged her curves tightly, her muscles tugging lightly underneath her skin-tight clothes as she struggled to gather the long layers of her hair to form a high ponytail, the pale pink strands just kept falling out.
She popped one of her hips to the side in an attempt to keep her balance whilst still attempting to tie her hair, much to Sakura's luck it had another effect as it only accentuated her ridiculous curves, she reminded him of a cat, if her anbu mask was anything to go by.
The white armour she was wearing over the black shirt glistened on her chest, drawing his attention to her accentuated breasts that were ready to break free from the confined space that held them in together.
Her muscles continued their flex around the various parts of her body, the image almost dangerously arousing.
He found himself nearly activating his sharingan but stopped just before doing so. No, that certainly wasn't something he was supposed to be doing, even if his fingertips were burning.
Shisui knew, that once his morning grogginess will wear off, he would be even more aware of the tension between them and they wouldn't have the option of focusing their attention on bounding through trees instead of each other.
The vibe between the two of them was undoubtedly different, not to mention Itachi that was added to the mix as well, whether he wanted to or not. He willed himself not to think about what happened between them yesterday, he didn't want to know even if his life depended on it.
Shisui liked to think that he was the only one who was allowed to touch her, the only one who could claim her lips and hear her soft moans, but Sakura wasn't his and he couldn't understand when did he became so infatuated with this forsaken woman. That was probably a question for another day.
He was going on one of the most important missions of his life and yet, there he was, getting distracted by an obnoxiously coloured pink haired woman that possessed siren curves and ridiculous amount of innocence.
It had taken hours of battling with his own mind before he finally slipped into a fitful sleep out of mental exhaustion. He was so fatigued that he hadn't awoken when he had planned and now, he was here, trying desperately to wake up as he scrubbed his face with his hands when he had wanted to be on the road by now.
With that in mind Shisui concluded that today was going to be a very long day.
After they were on the road again, leaving the small, nearly non-existent village behind, Sakura observed her surroundings with curiosity. With all the tension that was rising between the three of them, she was left wondering how deep and what side of the forest they were on exactly. There was a break in the trees and an outcropping of rocks covered in moss and grass, but she could hardly observe anything else as they were practically moving at the speed of light.
Although, she understood Shisui's reasoning, she really, really wanted to smack him at this moment.
She understood why he was rushing, rushing to finish up with this mission, rushing to retrieve his beloved one while she struggled to catch up, just like she always did, and she hated this feeling. Sakura hated being unable to reach people who were the most important to her.
What was even worse, was that her problems only kept piling up, and she found herself missing her old, drama-free days at the hospital, when all she would do was heal her patients for days.
Shisui was one problem, and she didn't even want to wander into the dark forest that was a whole another man by the name of Uchiha Itachi.
This was miserable, utterly, completely miserable. She would have rather preferred talking about her sexual history (or lack thereof) to this, this awkward, stifling tension that hung in the air so thickly that it was nearly tangible.
They continued moving through the trees soundlessly, no breaks, nothing, they haven't even stopped to eat. And if those were Anbu missions, well, let's just say Sakura had to make sure she wouldn't have any of them in the near future, especially after this one, but then again, who was there to blame? It was her own choice, one that she promised herself she would not regret.
She managed to reach her kunai pouch, grabbing one of the soldier pills she carried with her, before popping it into her mouth and swallowing it dry.
The feeling in her throat was uncomfortable, it felt like something was stuck in it, but Sakura concluded that it will have to do, at the very least until they would reach an inn for the night.
Shisui was really a goddamn maniac of a commander.
Sakura couldn't tell what hour it was, what minute, what second. All she could do, was continuously leap through the trees soundlessly, her only source of energy was fuelled by the poisonous pill that she popped into her mouth earlier.
Her muscles were aching and numb, given how fast they moved yesterday as well, and she secretly hoped that at least for a day the three of them could just fucking walk instead of running a whole goddamn marathon.
Sakura nearly groaned thinking that Tsunade had requested her to discover what she could about the Akatsuki on this particular mission. Unfortunately, the information they had on the organization was greatly limited, much to Sakura's disappointment, the heavy burden on her shoulders seemed to be only increasing.
What as even worse, was that this mission alone will require a big chunk of Sakura's own sanity and she didn't know if she was ready to throw it all away, yet again, it was her own decision.
Soon enough it became evidently dark, as sun was nearly setting down, the warm rays of sunshine were about to die, at least for the night.
It was evening already, and they haven't even stopped once, they ran all this time from the early morning and Sakura all but panted, her reserves even lower than yesterday and she continuously cursed her low stamina.
It didn't help that Sakura also had this knot, that had been twisting in her stomach all day, whether caused by the heavy atmosphere that lingered between the three of them or the thoughts that reminded her about tonight, she didn't know, maybe it was just nausea, after all she didn't eat anything all day.
Her eyes almost gleamed in delight when she recognised the borders of the fire country, the place although, not as familiar as Sakura would like for it to be, was still a welcome sight to her tired eyes, because it meant that their run for today was coming to an end.
With that being said, she couldn't wait to devour the tasteless protein bar she carried somewhere in her pack, the idea excited her greatly.
Shisui's eyes narrowed as he noticed the setting sun around the horizon, the trees around them became sparse and he almost sighed, at last they reached the fire country's borders.
"We will find the nearest inn down from here, it's supposed to be somewhere up the north side." He mumbled, finally slowing down, his throat dry and he almost found it difficult to talk, as his voice came out hoarse, those were the first words that left his mouth today, expect for when he spoke in the morning.
When Sakura took her room keys from the old lady that worked at the inn, she nearly hummed, finally she had a chance to relax, even if for a little bit.
Her muscles were burning, and she felt like passing out straight away, however she assumed there were more important things that she had to do later, much to her disappointment.
She barely made it through the stairs, as she couldn't find any energy in herself to go and look for her room, frankly for her, she had no choice in the matter, so all she could do was sigh tiredly.
She heard soft steps behind her and resumed to the idea, that she was in no mood to deal with whoever that had decided to make her tiring existence even more miserable.
After she heard a soft click behind her Sakura assumed, that someone entered the room behind her. She sighed soundlessly again before continuing her tour, trying to find the room that was assigned to her.
Luck was never on Sakura's side when she heard yet another pair of footsteps that were more than likely approaching her this time.
"You walked past your room." She heard a soft chuckle behind her, the sound making Sakura turn her head to the side, as she curiously looked over the shoulder.
"Oh." She mustered uncomfortably as she noticed Itachi standing in close proximity to her, therefore, she moved past him quickly, more than likely embarrassed for being caught wandering around like a toddler.
"My room, in an hour, before that make sure you eat and shower and maybe try to get some rest." She heard his voice near her ear and gulped nervously, refusing to look back at the raven-haired man.
"Hai." She bit her lip before pushing her room door open.
She was near his door again. A soft graze of her knuckles was barely audible against the old, cheap wooden door. She wasn't surprised when she heard the same answer as yesterday.
"Come in." his voice was indifferent, yet there was something dark about it, something she couldn't quite comprehend. Her steps were inaudible as she entered the sketchy inn room.
Once again, he sat on the bed, his form relaxed, basking in the rays of moonlight, whilst she struggled to breathe, his stoic expression nearly catching her off guard.
"You know what to do." A soft rumble rolled out from his lips as it reached her ears and she gulped nervously, her teeth tugging at her bottom lip, sinking into it almost deliciously so.
She nodded softly, long, petal coloured hair falling over her slender shoulder in waves, the colour of silver glistening through some parts of it.
She knew what she had to do.
She felt a dangerous aura radiating from this man, something so sinister and unholy, that it made her feel almost dizzy. She felt electrified just by being in the same room as him, just by breathing in the same dose of air.
She closed her eyes for a brief moment, she had to collect herself.
And when she slowly opened her spring like emeralds, she took in the darkness of his gaze that was directed straight at her. She felt enchanted by it and Sakura almost had to shake herself out of it, before she could make another step.
She took in a deep breath, filling her body and lungs with as much confidence as she could muster given the moment.
Soft steps led her to him, seductive, sultry gaze formed within her half-lidded, green irises that almost shone in the dark, the woman itself reminding him of a sophisticated, graceful feline.
When her slow steps nearly reached him, she decided to change her direction, her steps slow and feathery as she circled around him, her curves accentuated by skin-tight black shorts that clung to her lithe skin for its dear life. Her tight, red shirt revealed a generous amount of cleavage as she pressed her forearms to the sides of her breasts, almost making him believe it's an amateur mistake that she made unknowingly.
The valley of her perky breasts looked almost delicious as his gaze shamelessly travelled up and down, just for a mere second. She felt liquid fire burning her skin just from his gaze alone, but she ignored the sensation, having herself focus on the mission solely, even if she found herself wanting something more than a heated gaze.
Her hips swayed in a rhythm she was familiar with, her long legs performing graceful and elegant movements, as hair around her body continuously flickered with glints of silver and pale pink, the result of a fully clear moon that was restlessly basking her lithe body in platinum rays.
She briefly wondered if Shisui would like this, if he would see her more as a woman, if he would enjoy her sensual sway of hips, or the image of her voluptuous chest, or maybe even the way her hair fell around her body. She almost itched, wanting to feel his fingers grace her skin, but she willed for the feeling to go away. The man Infront of her was not Shisui.
She decided to approach him from behind. The weight on the bed behind Itachi shifted, and he willed himself not to look back at the pink haired woman, letting her do whatever it is that she wants to do. Although, his curiosity was slightly heightened.
He felt the heat radiating off her siren body, the closeness intense, way too intense for his liking. He flicked his tongue out to wet his semi-dry lips, trying hard as not to think about the plumpness that was Sakura's own lips.
She moved closer to him, a soft hand grazing his shoulder softy, a butterfly touch that was barely there, the only indication he even felt her approach was the slight flex of his bicep underneath his black shirt.
Her dainty fingers curled around the edge of his black shirt, tugging it slightly as Sakura used the opportunity to close the distance between them. Her soft breasts pressed into his back and she used the same hand that was still tugging at his shirt to move his silky locks to the side, letting the rest of it fall onto his spine elegantly.
Her other hand curled around his left shoulder, her hair protectively spilling over the both of them, sensation soft and tickling. Her long fingers grazed his jaw, light, elegant touch against his pristine skin.
Moving forward she used that moment to attack him, as her other hand slid away from the material of his shirt, down his bicep, feeling the lean muscle directly. Her hot lips touched the side of his neck, as she dragged her wet bottom lip against his neck, up till his ear, leaving a semi-wet trail of hotness against his pulse.
She lightly bit onto the side of his ear, this time her movement turned out to be more rough and vulgar as she exhaled onto his skin directly with one deep breath, that almost felt like a melodious moan to his ears.
The corners of her plump lips caught the edge of his ear and she dragged her lips around the shell of it, almost painfully slowly. "Is that what you want me to do?" she nearly moaned into his ear again, her voice low, husky and filled with an alarming rate of mania. "Itachi-san?" she flicked out her tongue and dragged her appendage in small circles, focusing on one spot, close to his earlobe.
"Mmm?" she continued to purr in her low, seductive tone, her movements never ending, her breasts pressing into his back even harder, her provoking movements awakening something dark and sinister within him, something she was not ready to face.
Itachialmost wished he could yank her by those painfully long, pink pale tresses and ravish those sinfully glossy lips of hers.
He wanted her to do so many things, but his mind slowly became clouded just as well as his judgment when it came to this forsakenly forbidden woman with an extraordinary aura.
He had a hard time holding himself together, as his fingertips burned with anticipation, with the need to feel that soft plum skin beneath his fingertips.
He felt almost desperate the moment he felt those hot lips of hers dragging up a hot trail towards the side of his neck, her touch, although still nearly not as experienced as he'd like for it to be, left him struggling as his skin burned and his mouth went dry, leaving him with an uncomfortable feel of thirst.
"Continue." He rasped, one of his hands clutching the cheap fabric of the bedsheets beneath his fingertips, almost painfully so, as if in hopes to remain focused on his mission and task. It was her who was supposed to be writhing under his touch, begging him for release.
He remained calm and stoic, refusing to make another move, refusing to let his fingertips wander through her skin, exploring her with his ministrations.
Still, Itachi couldn't deny that her touches were igniting something primal and wicked within him, he wondered just how much already he was infatuated with this strange exotic woman. This wasn't normal nor was it healthy, yet his length was already full of excitement, pulsing and throbbing painfully in hopes to feel her heat.
"Can you take of your shirt?" she purred into his ear again, her touch ghosting around his muscular chest, through the black material, as she encouraged him to take action, her ministrations against his body seemed endless.
Heat, a ripple of liquid heat abruptly ran down his body, pooling around his lower body, assaulting his already very much alive cock again.
He obliged without answering her, the soft rustle of material was all it took before the shirt found itself discarded directly onto the bed, in very close proximity to their own moulded bodies.
She took no time running her palms through his muscular body, her fingers brushing trough his arms and then returning back to the main piece that was his chiselled chest, her touches feathery, almost tickly as she used her hands to their full potential, whilst exploring the curves and dips of his body.
The soft swell of her breasts against his back was almost agonizing as she leaned in further, closer, hot breaths fanning over his pale skin in anticipation and he willed himself to remain calm, to remain stoic under a carefully constructed façade that was part of his very own being.
Itachi felt her weight shifting again, half-lidded eyes full of darkness met her own forest green ones, staring at him through the black of her lashes, glowing in the darkness, sharing the exact same vision and gaze that told him everything he needed to know, she was still… too predictable.
She pressed her palms into his lean muscular shoulders, gripping his hot skin with her fingertips as she refused to break the eye contact, her sultry gaze and expression still intact as she adjusted the position of her legs, straddling him as if she was ready to ride a wild horse.
His heated gaze bored into her continuously as she used that moment to teasingly rub her clothed clit against his bulge in one, painfully long, slow motion.
He made no reaction, but the way he gripped the bedsheets harder was a good clue for Sakura as the motion didn't slip past her sultry gaze.
"I will make you enjoy this." She leaned in closer to his face, one of her hands moving up to cup his cheek gently as she rubbed her clit against his deepening erection yet another time, as if testing the waters before the sway of her hips slowly turned into a fast rhythm and she gasped loudly, catching the heated bedroom air into her lungs, whilst sinking onto his cock deeper.
Her head dropped onto his shoulders, silky tresses wrapped themselves around her form, covering her from his intense, wicked and judging gaze.
She nearly moaned when she felt the ghost of his touch on her hips, her hand dropping from his cheek, moving with a manic intent, straight into his long mane, gripping it tightly, nearly yanking his head back.
The motion had Itachi nearly letting out a grunt of approval, his body felt particularly excited and sensitive to her sudden touches.
She continued to rub her hips against his large bulge, her soft gasps slowly turned into quiet moans as she struggled to control herself. All she wanted was to come and succumb into the embrace of this dark man.
Her inexperience as seductress was showing through as she almost forgot what she was doing, continuous bliss of relief kept burning her veins dry. Heat pooled at the bottom of her belly with increasingly high speed, her mind became foggier with each second passing, it slowly became filled with endless want and lust.
For a brief moment Sakura almost imagined Shisui instead of Itachi, she imagined soft gasps and quiet curses rolling out of his lips as she would ride him with everything she's got, ride him without any clothes, skin on skin, sweaty, his hot thick length buried deep inside of her, making her hot and full and stretched.
An accidental, loud moan slipped past her lips before she could even stop it, followed by more liquid heat that rolled down her stomach agonizingly slowly, yet the feeling of satisfaction was only increasing.
She felt awfully wrong for fantasizing about something like this whilst dry humping another, sinfully attractive man, but she couldn't help herself, the thrill that shook her body was pushing all of those self-doubting, immoral thoughts aside and all she could do was feel.
"You seem to be enjoying yourself more." He purred darkly into her ear with every last bit of self-control he possessed, one of his hands left her hips and travelled up her spine, tugging the silky tresses gently, ravishing the soft feeling between his fingertips.
No matter how Sakura struggled to convince herself that lust was the drink of the wicked, she couldn't not partake in it. Perhaps, she deserved to be in this hell, shackled for her foolishness and inexperience when it came to these dangerous men.
She was drunk with pleasure, the thrill, the adrenaline was unlike anything else she ever felt before and all she could think of was how to stop that aching, burning feeling that was continuously spreading through all of her veins like poison, it made her lower body dull, aching with pain and need and pleasure.
She had only one path as of now, one that was not meant for inexperienced foolish girls like her, yet she couldn't help herself, she was already walking down the sinful and corrupt path. She wanted nothing more than to soothe that dull pain that her clit throbbed with.
She dipped her head into the nape of his neck almost automatically, her mounds pressing into his hard, bare skin softly.
She wanted nothing more than to tame these dark, dangerous men, make them succumb to her teasing touches with her seductive charms. Make them beg for her touch.
"M-mm." her voice was like a soft ripple against the heated atmosphere of the room as Sakura found herself nearly too focused on his curious touches.
"You did better than the last time." His hot breath settled over her heated skin, making it burn, his voice nothing but a crushed velvet, deep and masculine. "Allow me to teach you more." He raked his hand through her soft, long waves before abruptly grabbing them with slight force and pulling Sakura's head up to face him.
Her glowing, heated gaze met his as she panted heavily, her hips never stopping, her clit still rubbing dry against his massive bulge, although all she could feel was her own wetness soaking through her panties and shorts.
Her green eyes were a shade darker, forest green irises were full of lust as much as they were fogged with the same feeling as well.
His own gaze was heated, hot and mysterious as he took in her soft features, moonlight illuminating her face, as plump lips glossed over in the darkness and her hair clung to her face in messy strands.
He continuously stared at her, his eyes pinning down her dishevelled appearance. "You might find yourself in various situations." He cleared his throat, bus his voice was still husky, so husky it made Sakura's insides twitch and throb and twist in satisfaction.
With one swift motion he pushed her onto the stiff mattress that almost angrily barked in resistance under the sheer force that was used against it.
"You will more than likely get touched." He mumbled darkly as he used his hand to move the silk curtain that was her hair to the side. "Everywhere." His voice became ever darker, laced with agitation, but his actions showed no mercyas he whispered into her ear, his sensual timbre sending down a series of shivers down Sakura's spine.
Itachi gathered chakra at the end of his fingertips, effortlessly and with precision slashing the tight fabric of her shirt, revealing the sinuous valley of her breasts that bounced following the motion. His fingertips brushed through the middle of her chest, the feel of her soft pristine skin nearly making him grunt as he wanted nothing more but to touch her rougher, harder, deeper.
Sakura gasped, the feeling unexpected and shocking as she couldn't believe her own eyes, that was not something Sakura would've ever expected from Uchiha Itachi himself.
Her lungs were nearly out of air as she struggled to breathe, her chest rising up and down, quickly as she shuddered, feeling his fingers tracing down effortless lines near her breasts, dipping even lower.
He palmed one of her breasts with his big calloused hand, the only thing keeping him from touching her sensitive skin directly was a simple black bra that hugged her perky mounds. He squeezed it, with enough force that ended up earning him a small moan from the petite woman, and Itachi surely didn't waste any time as he used this opportunity to lick the small piece of exposed skin at the top of her breast, his tongue hot, leaving a trail of saliva and a series of goose bumps.
"This part of your body is just a beginning." He rasped against her breast, sending a wave of vibrations through her body and Sakura just couldn't focus anymore, even when all Itachi was doing is trying to instruct her. "Their hands will go lower." Another rasp against her chest, as his lips dragged lower, down the valley of her breasts, meeting the exposed flat stomach, which he also gave another delightfully long lick and Sakura's eyes nearly rolled to the back of her head.
His hand left her breast, moving down to her shorts, the smell of her arousal tempting him to go even further than he intended, but he willed himself to stay in control and on top of his animalistic urges.
His fingers took no time slipping under the dark, tight fabric, yanking it down with force, almost daringly so.
She looked at him from the corner of her lashes and found herself pinned by that dark gaze of his, a gaze that flickered with an untold story, a gaze that told her there was something more sinister and twisted in his actions.
"And they will touch you with everything they've got." He yanked down her shorts completely, discarding of the soft, soaked fabric away from her long, creamy legs.
Sakura laid on the stiff mattress, her whole body burning and numb at the same time as she laid there nearly naked, the only thing that still covered her modesty was her underwear. Her hands ached, wanting to feel Itachi's own body, to feel the soft ripple of his muscles between her fingertips, but she refused to reach out for him, this wasn't supposed to be happening.
She watched him with anticipation, her body rumbling with adrenaline and with each touch that she felt somewhere on her body. "And when you will think they won't go any further…" He stretched her legs apart, nearly humming at the inviting sight of her clothed heat that was already soaked through, his gaze sharpened as he observed one her most treasured places.
He lowered his head, silky ravenous locks tickling her inner thighs as he lightly bit into the supple, plum piece of flesh that was dangerously close to her heat, but not close enough for him to actually taste test her to the fullest.
He licked the semi-red spot afterwards, soothing it with his tongue as Sakura's back arched and another moan slipped past her lips. "…they will." He used his long expert fingers to move aside the soaked lacy fabric, catching a glimpse of her naked plump lips that were glistening with her own pure arousal.
His own arousal was nearly impossible to handle as he tried to push his immoral thoughts away, he wanted to consume this woman fully, devour her even if she was full of poison.
He was fighting a battle, that he, for once might actually lose. Because if it was this woman, in a way was worth losing, because something about her was just so captivating that he couldn't keep his thoughts straight anymore, she was a sin in disguise. And although he believed he shouldn't have gone so far as he did already, he was preparing himself for what he was about to do, he couldn't hold himself back anymore.
The last piece of his patience was stripped away when her small hands found themselves digging into his dishevelled dark mane. He decided to make sure, that this lesson will be engraved into her mind forever.
His wet, hot tongue stretched out like a snake as he gave her a painfully slow lick across her clit and Sakura nearly choked at the foreign feeling, because it felt so good.
"And you will writhe beneath them until they are satisfied." His voice rippled across the dark of the room, igniting further flames from the dying embers, consuming her with its deepness. Another long lick followed shortly after and Sakura used one of her hands to cover her eyes messily, the only sensation she felt were his hot, teasing touches across her skin, even his words, they felt like they were burning her as well.
She was numb, her face and skin flushed under the pale, silver moonlight, long hair fanned around her in waves as she struggled to catch another breath, her siren figure writhing underneath his lean muscled body as she continuously gasped and moaned, his head buried deep in between her slender legs.
The taste of arousal on the tip of his tongue almost sent Itachi straight into the bliss, she was sweet, full of that rich, overly sweet taste that he associated with the ripened peaches. "And when you will think they're satisfied…" He gave her plump lips one last lick, savouring that rich, exquisite taste on his tongue.
Before he abruptly moved away, hot breath hitting her glistening folds in waves as he moved to give her inner thigh another experimental lick.
His other hand cupped one of her supple breasts briefly, before coming down, following the curve of her waist, down to her voluptuous hip until he reached her juicy rear.
He squeezed the supple flesh roughly, his calloused fingers digging into her flushed skin, almost hard enough to leave small marks later.
His whole body moved up and he settled his abdomen in between her legs, same spot where his head was resting just mere seconds ago.
His hot shaft pressed against her heat, sinking against the damp fabric deliciously. "I-Ita.." she choked on her own voice, her sounds melodious to his ears as he continued his ministrations, because one thing Itachi Uchiha was well known for was his patience, unfortunately for herthat still didn't stop him from sending a brief flicker of crimson red sharingan to memorise her flushed features.
"They will take you again." He kissed her neck, his fingers digging even deeper into her ass cheek as she automatically lifted her legs, wrapping them around his waist securely, bringing his body even closer to her own.
His lips crashed onto her jaw, moving sensually slow before he reached the corner of her lips and she couldn't keep her eyes closed anymore. "Because that's what a man is, Sakura." She met his burning, dark eyes with her lazy, eternal emerald gaze and shuddered, whether it was his words or his touches that caused it…she didn't know anymore. And she didn't care.
He pressed his hot, wet lips against her dry, plump ones, giving her a taste of her own arousal mixed with his own saliva.
He didn't wait long for her to respond, her own lips hungry, moving quickly against his and moulding obediently as he could only wonder how she learned to respond so fast, in ways that were almost effortless against his own lips.
Their tongues mixed, fighting each other as she hummed into his mouth, the thrill she felt only building up, her whole body burning with a slight shake to it, her clit throbbing with dull ache as she felt his cock pressed against her so close, but yet not close enough to bring relief.
He moved back abruptly again, their limbs a tangled hot mess. "As long as you will continue to succumb to my touches and act this transparent…" His teeth grazed her jaw playfully. "I will always leave you begging for release, aching and hot…" he purred, his voice was laced with so much darkness that she wanted nothing more, but to fuck this man herself whilst using his body to reach her own peak.
He sucked on her pulse aggressively as she fully submitted her own body to him, damned be the consequences.
"But…" Sakura was a foolish, foolish girl. For a moment, she had even stopped breathing as she was listening to his words intently. "If you will do well and actually manage to seduce me." He licked his lips, his timbre nothing but a blissful purr to her ears, yet her eyes looked at him sceptically.
"I might even award you with a release." Itachi whispered into her ear, scanning her features through the corner of his long, black lashes. "Therefore, I will give you one last tip. Try as if you want me to fuck you." His voice was deep and commanding, she could even say it was demanding, but she couldn't deny the small hint of motivation that lingered on the tip of his tongue.
A tremor rippled through her body, throaty vibration, slipping from her lips as a moan, deep and writhing with words she couldn't speak.
And he didn't wait for an answer.
Author's note
This is the longest chapter I've written up to date and probably the longest piece of smut I've ever written as well, it is nearly 5k words and they haven't even fucked. Sorry, but what the fuck? So yeah, just imagine how long the chapter will be when they will actually come to it (Will it be Itachi, Shisui? Huh at this point who knows?). The chapters right now might get longer, as I have to fit in and set up a lot of stuff and more scenes that will add up to the begging of the next arc, when our precious babies will finally reach Amegakure.
By the way, thank you all for the lovely comments on the last chapter, I appreciate it a lot, I read all of them! As I've mentioned before, I answer all of the reviews on AO3 but I wonder if I should start doing it on FF as well, would you prefer getting PM's from me? I certainly wouldn't mind I guess, it's just that I dont want to be annoying, lol?
Honestly, I would be delighted if we could actually reach 200 reviews sometime soon, so please, please, please comment what you think about the chapter! And please do let me know what you think about the length of the chapters as of now as well! Where do you think all of this is going? I've got some major plot-twists coming up and I promise (like for the hundredth time already?) all of the stuff will make sense, its just taking me ages trying to get to it!
All of your support means a lot to me, I literally rushed trying to finish my literature review so I could sit down, write the rest of the chapter, edit it and finally UPLOAD IT! I'm not sure when I'm going to update next (might be end of the month), because I still have lots of stuff that needs to be taken care of before I'll officially become a free bird, so please bear with me until then.
Please, please, please if you haven't read my new story already (it is called Temptress of Babylon and it is an UchiSaku story), make sure you do, its up on my profile here on FF and on AO3 as well! Also, please consider following me on tumblr, I go by the same username as here (dijayeah), I post everything from ShiSaku fanart to information about when the newest updates of my fanfictions will drop.
Lastly, for the love of god if you spot any mistakes, please overlook it (or PM me pls), as my eyes are already blurry and my hands are shaking from my third cup of coffee lmao (that caffeine really be kickin in huh).
As I've mentioned previously, your support means the world to me, especially considering that this is one of my first fics and I can't believe that I reached over 70k words on it already... Will we reach over a 100k? I hope so! Anyways, that's it for now, thank you all for reading!
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