Tobirama knew she is going to be there tonight. She had a mission that went wrong. Whenever things went wrong she used the only coping mechanism that worked for her.
She went for a hunt. Into the night she would pick an unsuspecting man and she would use all her knowledge on him. She never picked the same man twice.
She was trying to drive him crazy. He could only blame himself because he taught her everything she knew. She became the master. He created her. And she was perfect for the job. After all she caught him. She knew he will be there waiting. He will be there to take her away from the other man.
She will push all his buttons until he can't take it anymore. He will go after her and they end up in the alley. The same alley every time. It was her punishment for him for creating her.
They asked too much for her for too long. He knew she was too young for the job but he wanted results so badly he was too proud to admit his mistake. She became his masterpiece. The best of the best. They ignored the warning signs for too long because her mission count and success was through the roof. The others in the program died too fast but she was the best. Than came THE MISSION. It went terribly wrong. She wasn't the same. She didn't came back right. Still they ignored it. The violence, the vices, the disturbing new habits. He tried to introduce her new coping mechanisms but nothing helped. She was broken.
It was his guilt that made him fall. To play her twisted game. To give in.
They both knew he will hunt her down in that alley. They will fight until he finally catches her. He always carries the special cuffs, regular ones cannot hold her. He will twist her hands behind her back and tie her up. It will be behind the big dumpster in the dark where he will force her to kneel down, pushing her head to the rough brick wall. She will have that little amused smile he hates as he pulls down his zipper and takes out his length.
Those green eyes will look straight at her with the challenge. She never opens her mouth at first.
'Make me' the emerald orbs will taunt him. She knows it makes him harder. He digs his fingers into her cheeks to part her lips. He will slip his fingers into her hot mouth to open it wide. She never bites him as he slips his thick hard length to her warmth. She can take any size, any length, no gag reflex after so many years. Shinobi are all large, something to do with warrior genes, aggression and selective breeding in the clans. He is even bigger. In girth and length one of the biggest. He knows, after all its listed in their medical records, in case the mission calls for such a trait.
She loves that he is so big. Maybe because she is so small. She is dwarfed by him, so short and slim, a part that makes her perfect. Nearly everyone underestimates her. It's one of her superpowers. They don't know what hit them until it's too late.
She turned on by him being so much bigger. Her pupils are always blown out when he slides down into her throat and the tightness nearly makes him groan. Out of spite he pushes her all the way down on his length almost immediately. She can't breath when he is that deep. It doesn't matter, she can hold her breath for a very long time.
She tries to lick the underside of his cock as he holds her head firmly and pumps into her but it is too tight to move her tongue. He cups her throat, wanting to feel the movement of himself. They look at each other as he fucks her mouth hard, head pushed to the wall, not that she would think of getting away. Her eyes don't even water, she hardly blinks. She wants to see him taking his pleasure from her. It's his punishment. He knows this is wrong and still can't stop. She is like a drug. He tested himself many times to see if she really drugged him after a wild night. Always clean. She is the drug. One that he can't deny.
He tries to stretch it out but he is too worked up. It had been a long time and he knows this is just the warm up. He let's her throat go and leans into her head to be able to penetrate her to the last inch, pushing the coarse white hairs at his base into her nose. He holds on the brick wall, closing his eyes, full bodyweight above her, his head thrown back, eyes closed. His tempo is erratic and fast, when he comes he reaches down with both hands, digging into the soft, candy colored hair and pushes her whole face deep into his crotch. He holds her hard until he is done throwing ropes of cum down her throat. She moans. She either came too or very close. It is his punishment for training her to enjoy this.
He pulls out slowly and she sucks in some of the filthy air of the alley. He is still hard, she dives back in and licks him clean. She smiles when he pulls away and pulls her up to stand. She barely can reach his chest in heels. He doesn't bother to tuck himself away, he wipes the corner of her mouth of his own cum. She catches his thumb and licks it up. He hates that smile and she knows from his frown. They don't kiss. It will be a long night before she lets him.
It is his punishment for loving her.