A/N: My apologies for such a delayed second half to the prior installment. I've been busy with college and needed to settle things down before posting again. I thank those of you that have had the patience to wait for my work. I'm glad to see so many looking forward to what I have to write.

Boruto:

Every passing second I felt my balls twitch up as I smelled the lewd scent drifting out from Sarada's drenched pussy. All my reservations and the reasonings I used to stop myself had broken down over the course of Sarada's make out session. I mean she has to want it by this point right? I thought to myself. She had stroked my cock so vigorously coating her hand in my precum. It was her who started grinding her snatch against me showing off how wet and ready she was. After I turned her over on her back she completely wrapped herself around me locking me into place between her legs. I felt Sarada tremble and twitch against my cock the folds of her cunt fold grip at my shaft drooling over it. She has to want it inside her, right?

I kept stringing along all these clues as if I had some kind of preconceived checklist. However, the truth was I was just as much of a clueless virgin as she was. Today what we did on this bed was miles ahead of any experience anything I've tried my hand with so far. It had just been us two childhood friends messing around with each other due to a misunderstanding. I just had a simple, shallow idea of how these things go and the next step was putting it in. Maybe that's why I may have been reading this wrong and getting the wrong idea of it, but Sarada is really hard to understand even in her normal state. Yes she can be quite forward of her frustration or disappointment, but figuring out everything going on in her mind was a maze I never learned to traverse. Yet... right now in this moment I had a hard time thinking Sarada was anything other than craving my for my dick to plunge inside her. The way her tongue was coiling around mine in my mouth, how tightly she was holding me wrapping her legs around my waist, and her hot wet pussy sliding up and down my cock.

I tried to rationally think of other things, but it was getting impossible Sarada was embracing me with her whole body her pussy practically begging we take this further, and I just couldn't keep denying myself any longer. This erection had lasted almost half a day now and was pleading for relief. The only thoughts surviving in this hurricane of sensations were those that wanted to take this girl who I've known as long as I could remember... and make her mine. I had fallen in love with Sarada Uchiha and wanted to take another of her firsts.

Lifting up my hips to line myself up I felt the tip of my lance dig into her entrance the soft flesh petals making my whole lower half tremble from the pleasure of rubbing against them. I briefly thought I might bust a nut just by putting it in, but was far past the point of thinking of the consequences. Right as I was about to thrust it in I see Sarada lock her eyes with me again, and they weren't the cute enchanted ones that they had been previously. They had a stern yet wild aura to them.

"Just what are you doing teme?" Sarada suddenly demanded to know completely breaking her previous mood. I scrambled for an answer being caught so off guard, but just as I opened my mouth she caught my tongue with her fingers. "You don't honestly think I was going to let you sweet talk your way out of this do ya, baka?" She preempted my excuse and answered my question as to what was going on. I shivered in fear a frosty tingle going down my spine as I realized who I was talking to now was Sarada's inner self. The crazy alter ego Haruno women carried around inside them from what I heard. It hadn't been my first run in with her; the first time meeting her when I pushed Sarada too far in a spar and had this crazy bitch actually attempt to kill me. I froze up realizing who I was dealing with now knowing I was completely trapped unable go escape. Before I could think of my next move she released my tongue and flicked my forehead. The force behind me sent me flying backwards onto the bed as she sat up staring down on me; the proximity of my junk to her as a possible first target made me freeze up in fear.

"Hnnnn... so this was the source of all today's trouble?" Sarada reached down grabbing my dick. NOOOOOOOOO! I cried out internally sure that my lovely companion's life was at an end. "How... ridiculous..." I heard Sarada trail off muttering as I saw the dagger like glare she fixated upon me break away and glance at my cock, which was being as traitorously hard as usual. "It's the fault of your own recklessness in the first place, I'd hate to see you actually rely on stealth during a mission..." The she mocked me as I could tell she tried to refocus her sight on me.

With every twitch or jerk of my cock I would see her eyes dart right over to my surprisingly still excited member. I raised my hips and swung my dick a few times just to confirm. She's like a giant cat... I thought to myself as I saw her sights locked on the slightest move of my cock. I could see her pupils motion ever so slightly making sure my dick was perfectly centered in her vision. "A-as I was saying..." This inner Sarada nearly forced the words out of her mouth her eyes still trained on my member.

"This has been your peni- I mean your fault this whole time!" I saw a crimson blush form on her face as she almost blamed my penis earning a chuckle out of me. She immediately tightened her grip on my dick quickly silencing me as she let her anger known. "What I'm saying is... Isn't this all your fault in the first place why should I need to be your caretaker?" She crossed her arms voicing the protest that Sarada was probably swallowing down all day.

"I suppose you're right it is a little unfair..." I leaned up sitting upright facing her directly. I don't care what version of Sarada you're! I try to rally confidence for one last push. Slowly and deliberately I advance one hand right between her legs. She briefly widens her eyes until narrowing them again with a smirk. "Well, aren't you quite a bit bolder than the cry baby I remember" She taunted me as my fingers sunk into her still drenched crevice. I ran my fingers a long her soft velvet pedals before probing her entrance with the very tip of my digit. Her hot honeypot juices spilled out running down my hand as I saw her face switch slightly. My hand quivers ever so slightly partially in excitement for finally touching Sarada's kitten and partially due to the life risking gamble I had taken.

"I had wondered about this curious sensation that had sent my outer self to an early slumber... Care to share just what's going on?" She addressed me as if we stood on equal footing for the first time I could recall as I stroked her moist kitty with three of my fingers. "Start kissing me like she was while treating my cock nicely and I'll gladly show you~" I smiled broadly containing my fear as I felt piercing waves of killing intent directed at me. Daring to face her directly in a way I wouldn't have dared before today I saw her fixated glare. That intimidating look of disgust that so often had me trembling in my boots inched closer to me. Those fierce eye brows arched down in disdain, these onyx eyes that bore into you like a drill, but most importantly those smooth pink lips that I couldn't wait for finally drew near. Just before she landed on my face her lips parted and I could feel her humid warm breath blow just under my nose. "Look teme... I actually decided with tearing you part, but I just didn't want to deal with the mess. You better show me something good or else~" That typically bloodlusted inner Sarada gave me her last warning before finally planting those delicious lips on me. Her tongue was hardly reserved as she thrust it into my mouth finding my own and coiling against it. I soon felt her slowly stroke my cock from hilt to tip as I leaned back a bit back onto the bed. She lunged forward getting on top of me making sure to keep her legs apart while I finger banged her wet pussy. Droplets of her hot honey splattered down onto the sheets. The scent of it drifted up somehow making me even more aroused than I had been until now.

Her tight cavern would hug my finger every time I tried to pull it out. I can't believe I'm actually doing this! I exclaimed internally. I wasn't just fingerbanging Sarada in the middle of a make out session, but her inner self that damn near almost killed me before! For a few moments I felt on top of the world and nearly invincible until a sudden shift in Sarada's weight. Before I could react my arms were pressed against my sides as her own arms wrapped against my chest. Lifting up her hips and pressing them back down on me she gave me a sloppy wet kiss with her lower lips against my shaft.

"Uh, Sarada?" I managed to blurt out despite my shock. "...more..." I heard her huff up barely loud enough to hear as her face remained obscured facing down onto my lower half. "What?" I pretty much reiterated before she suddenly flipped her head up to face me a wild and excited look directed at me. "I'm saying I need more you damn teme! Waving around this pitiful looking bulge of meat! I-its like this on purpose isn't it?! The way it twitches around and it's scent is meant to mess with my sanity isn't it?!" She grinded her wet kitten down to the base of my shaft and even managed to drench the top of my sack. "Well I suppose it's natural for it to-" I tried to explain myself. "So you admit it?!" The inner Sarada slid herself up my shaft pushing her honeypot on the back of my glans.

"You better make sure to atone for your crime then!" She declared before I could say anything in my defense she began to rapidly grind herself up and down my cock stroking it with her snatch. I shut up as I felt myself nearing the edge. I knew that just busting a nut on Sarada like this would be dangerous, yet... After holding out for so long I just didn't care anymore. I needed to cum, so I thrusted my hips up slamming my balls into her perfectly soft ass over and over as my cock slid against her. I stared up at her, my old childhood friend at a sight I have never even imagined. She was panting loudly her face in a flush but her eyes were focused down on me the ends of her mouth curled up in a happy lustful looking expression. Strands of her usually perfectly kept hair were laying on her face the raw untamed look turned me on. It felt so damn good to see her usual prim and proper appearance break down as both got off on each other. I felt a sort of happiness that I was able to finally get passed the barrier her manners and stoic ethics made between us as we grew up. Right now we were just a girl and a guy who've known each other forever rutting at each other like a pair of wild beasts.

Fuck I'm going nut so damn hard~ I gloated as I felt myself about to reach climax. I briefly wondered if I should warn her, but I felt that she'd see for herself soon enough. Just as I felt myself ready to burst I felt a sudden large gush of warmth all over my crotch as Sarada completely stopped and dropped limp onto me. "Eh?" I muttered slowly realizing what had happened. "Mhmm that was so... so... night, night" That alter ego mumbled before falling asleep. "Wait you can't just knock out like that I was so close, wait!" I cried out completely losing my composure after being so close. As I tried to get up I felt the slumbering Sarada tighten down her hold of me until I couldn't move a centimeter.

Looking down I could tell Sarada was completely out cold, but her muscles were still locked against me. Even with my struggles it soon became apparent even Sarada's passive holds were far too strong for me to break out of. I made one last gaze at my cock laying atop my childhood friend's soft ass mounds letting out a tear. "Noooooooooooooooooooooo!" I cursed out in one last act of defiance having failed to cum by probably only one more stroke against her cunt. Like a helpless prisoner teased by guards eating before him so too was I prevented from actually acting on all the stimulation around me. Sarada's defenseless looking face just mere inches too far away to kiss, my body held down by her warm springy flesh, a clear view of that delicious white peach beyond my constrained reach, and not to mention the lingering smell of our brief foreplay session. It was torture as I was kept at the peak of arousal my instincts practically demanding action, while I could do nothing but lay there. Every passing second a maddening paradox of hell within my heavenly prison.

Sarada:

Dawn's light slowly riled my from my sleep. "Mmmmmmrmmm~" I groaned shifting my posture the warm surface my face rested against nearly beckoned me back to my slumber, but I forced myself to resist. Slowly becoming aware of my surroundings I feel various imbalances below me. Feeling it out my eyes dart open allowing me to see my face rested upon Boruto's chest. No later does this awareness hit me that I naturally pull myself up. In several spots do I feel my skin tug away as if stuck together. Oh Kami did I sweat on him while we slept?! A burst of flaming embarrassment flushed my face as I felt oddly ashamed. Odd given how when I had previously sweat during sparring or training it in front of him it never bothered me before, yet I somehow now felt slightly disgusted in myself. Having sat myself up I could still feel Boruto beneath me his swollen mass still inflamed.

Soon after sitting up did a weird smell drift into focus. The air in the room itself seemed somewhat stuffy. I-is that me too?! My stomach churns uncomfortably as the dreadfull thought of it grossed me out. I launch myself from the bed hastily trying to make it to my window only to trip as my blanket snares one of my leg slamming onto the floor. "..." Face planted into the ground confused and embarrassed of myself in multiple ways I swallow my despair rising up to open the window before turning my attention back to the bed. I bit down on my lip as I consciously evade looking towards Boruto. Praying to myself that he remained asleep long enough for the room to air out I bit down on my lip so nervous or felt like a chitori was tingling right against my face. Not really sure why I felt such shame I tried to settle down.

I mean it's never smelled like this before so maybe it's just Bor-... No that doesn't make sense either I've woken him right out of his room before and it wasn't anything like this even with the whole room smelling like him. I tried to rationalize an excuse only to keep coming out empty, and it wasn't helping how little I could remember from the night prior. Glancing down at myself I saw the same skimpy clothing my mother insisted I wore as the only ultimatum to my usual pajamas. The cool air rushing into the room chilled me as I tried wrapping my arms around myself to stay warm. I felt so exposed in a way that I hadn't as the other day progressed. Just what compelled me to do all that? I wondered the weight of all those embarrassing activities catching up to me when I started to recollect some of Boruto's words from the other day. An on he of that teme calling me cute drifted through my mind making me grit my teeth desperately trying to force the blush off my face. Who cares what that teme thinks?! Stubbornly rejecting the complement I peek an eye open to glance at Boruto immediately finding myself facing his thick, swollen penis a pang of guilt hitting me somewhat breaking my resolve. Right... Boruto is suffering because of me and here I am freaking out over a little B.O... I recalled the condition I had caused Boruto to endure.

As the room started to freshen up I noticed a more familiar lingering scent. Raising my arm to sniff at myself I found to mild surprise I kinda smelled like Boruto. It made sense given we had slept in the same bed, but it occurred to me this was the first time it had ever happened. "I suppose we really aren't kids anymore... Man growing up can be a little a gross." I form a wry smile slightly giggling at that unexpected complication of maturing into adulthood. As I unwittingly raised my hand towards my face to cover my mouth as I laughed I caught a whiff of a much stronger scent that nearly had me reel back. Woah! I nearly blurted out loud as I slowly neared my hand again. Despite not exactly finding the smell pleasant I felt my heart race a little every time I picked it up.

I turned my head back to Boruto's lower half placing my hands on his burdenously blood engorged mass. Just what is it about his injury that has been making things not quite right in my head lately? I tilted my head to the side as I haphazardly caressed his penis. Even I had begun to notice just how weird I've been acting around his thing since the other day. Seeing it automatically makes me want to touch it for some reason being just one of the odd habits it's formed out of me.

"Ermm... Sarada..." I heard Boruto mutter probably having just woken up from my touch. "Oh, you're finally up dope-" I utterly freeze mid sentence my body petrified as I look at Boruto's face for the first time this morning. His eyes were sunken in dark lines under them as his whole face seemed withered like death itself. "Boruto are you okay?!" I shrieked out in shock moving over towards him when he just shifted out of the way avoiding my grasp. "I'm fine... just a little sleep deprived..." He spits out almost drunkenly his footing poor as to almost fall several times. Reaching out my hand to grab his shoulder, Boruto gets to the door first opening and stepping outside. I could see my mother walking down the hall once the door swung open.

"Hey Boruto! Was the night as magical as you thoug-" My mother didn't even get to finish her sentence before Boruto walked past her slipping into the bathroom. Still after him I rush out of my room only to pause when seeing what was clearly a sound sealing paper charm on my door making me raise a brow at it. "Oh that? Sorry Sara-chan I have a long day at work today and couldn't afford to be kept up all night." My mom responded making me tilt my head in confusion. She then leaned down to my ear. "So tell me was my Sarada a loud girl?~" Mom whispered into my ear that made me feel strangely awkward about the previous night. This was probably written out on my face because she then giggled walking past me into my bedroom.

She made her way to my bed grabbing and spreading them as if inspecting them. "That darn herbivore..." Mom grumbled almost maliciously with such intensity it made me tremble a little although I wasn't really sure what the circumstances where. "Is something wrong?" I replied not really sure what was wrong with my sheets other than probably needing a wash after last night. "Something sure is wrong with the men now a days, but that's besides the point maybe I was being a little too heavy handed..." She sighed. I didn't really get what she was saying, but I garnered it had something to do with Boruto. Something is definitely wrong with his behavior lately too I concluded thinking my own strange activities may not be a one sided thing. I wondered if I should ask him briefly, but couldn't bring myself to accept that teme knowing something I don't even if he did.

"Anyway I already started on breakfast you hungry?" My mother asked. "Starving!" I replied only just then realizing how hungry I was. I had woken up feeling almost strangely content and energetic, but I was definitely hungry as if I had a workout before falling to sleep. I quickly changed out of my embarrassing new clothes into my usual outfit and made my way down stares. I was serving myself a plate when I saw Boruto pull out a chair at the table. At first I thought the spoiled teme was just expecting to be served like he was everywhere he went. As much as he denied it his father being Hokage has had an effect on his behavior. However, it soon became apparent he wasn't expecting anything just sitting at the table with a half dead expression.

"Here, this should help Boruto." My mom served him a bowl that I could only describe as green gruel so unappetizing that even Boruto reacted with a quick look of disgust before he relented devouring the bowl. While he was clearly forcing it down he suddenly widened his eyes as the fatigue suddenly disappeared. "I think I may have gone a little too far... this should stop your swelling for the remainder of the day." She explained. "What?!" I blurt out immediately glancing down at Boruto's lower half and sure enough the swelling had dissipated. "Fufufufu, that a problem Sara-chan?" My mom sneered at my outburst. "Huh? Oh nothing I- uh... Nothing!" I scrambled to just shake it off a bit confused why I reacted like that as well. Completely silent I spent a few moments calming down. "Don't worry it's just temporary, it's just not really healthy to let a swelling like that run continuously for too long. It's not really a permanent cure." My mother continued her explanation making me feel more relieved than I cared to admit.

"Alright! Thanks Sakura-ob" Before Boruto could finish that sentence my mom shot him a deathstare. "Chan..." He whimpered out I muffled a chuckle covering my smile with my hand. "Well, I'll be off to work now. In trusting you two to not destroy the house just because I took away something interesting..." She glared at us sternly making us shrink a little neither admitting the idea of sparring had crossed our minds.

Boruto and I sat ourselves down on opposite ends of the living room couch. The events of last night slowly began to drift into the forefront of my mind despite me trying to filter it out. "Just get along like you use too back in the day." My mom suggested before walking out the door.

Boruto and Sarada:

I'm not sure that's possible

A/N: I hope you enjoyed the chapter, and I thought Boruto could use a little break before he broke down physically ^^' .