They laid there for some time, until the sound of her rumbling stomach penetrated the silence.
Sasuke laughed. "Food first," he said, kissing her cheek, "then I'll destroy that pussy. Fair?"
"Fair," Lucy murmured, flushing slightly.
He made to get up—but with a gentle grip of his wrist, he paused, giving her a questioning look. Lucy grinned as she slid her head between his legs, gently kissing his manhood.
"Sorry," she said, "I had to say goodbye."
Sasuke rolled his eyes.
She watched from the bed as he got dressed, pulling on his clothes. What a hunk, she thought. How much she relished being able to call a man as fine as Sasuke hers and hers alone.
"I'll be back soon," he said, pausing at the door. "There's a takeout place right down the street; I think you'll like it."
Lucy blew him a kiss. "Don't take too long."
He smiled and left, and soon after she heard the door to the apartment open and close. Lucy sighed, already feeling his absence.
She was tired, her throat sore, but there was no sleeping for her; not while the slit between her legs burned with need.
Lucy eased herself off of the bed. She opened the closet to find it brimming with clothes, all of it Sasuke's. At the very end was a bathrobe, a fine silky black one that looked as if it had never been worn.
She smiled as she pulled it on; it was far too big on her, but if she tied it tight it enough, it was fine. Plus it was comfortable, smooth and pleasing against her skin.
The blonde wandered into the living room.
While it was mostly bare, there were a few photographs carefully on a window sill.
The first one brought a smile to her lips—it was a picture of four people, one clearly Sasuke, one Sakura, and then a blonde boy and a silver-haired man with a mask. Sasuke and Sakura, and the blonde boy who she assumed to be Naruto, were all young, no older than thirteen…Sasuke with a scowl, Naruto the same, and Sakura grinning dumbly at the camera.
He was cute even back then, she thought, making for the next photograph.
This one was interesting. Sasuke stood in the center, younger than he was now but much older than he had been in the first photograph. He stood rigid, stoic, blank-faced to the extreme—he was clad in a cloak of black with red clouds that made goosebumps rise on her neck. Beside him was a pretty woman with red-hair, a man with silver hair and pointed teeth, and a giant with orange hair and a calm demeanor.
I don't think he's mentioned them, Lucy thought. And I definitely haven't seem him wear that cloak before. Black with red clouds—somehow, it seemed significant.
The next photograph brought a smile to her face. It was nigh identical to the first one, only they were all older, perhaps taken only a few months before the present. Sasuke stood to the side, a soft smile on his lips; Sakura was beaming. Naruto wore a big dopey grin, while the silver-haired man with a mask looked amused.
Her eyes flickered between the three photos. She chewed the inside of her cheek, knowing that there was some connection just beneath the surface that she didn't have the information to put together.
"I'll ask him about them…" she murmured, nodding to herself.
There was an empty space next to the third photograph; the frames were a little uneven. It bothered her more than it should have, and her fingers brushed over the place where a fourth photograph would fit so nicely.
She smiled to herself, eyes twinkling with some unknown thought.
She would want him to be able to remember her when she had gone back home. And what better would to memorialize their time together than a simple photograph?
Maybe, she thought, turning around. Maybe.
When Sasuke returned home with takeout, he found Lucy in the center of the living room, idly turning in place. She didn't stop, even when he made his presence known; she was wearing one of his bathrobes, he realized, though that didn't bother him in the least.
"What the hell are you doing?" he asked, setting the bag down on the coffee table in front of the sofa.
Lucy glanced at him. "I'm planning," she said. "I am going to redecorate this place, and you're going to help me."
He gave her a placid look.
"And in between the decorating," Lucy added, "you also get to fuck me on every surface imaginable."
Suddenly, he was a little more amenable to the idea. "You hungry?"
"Oh hell yeah," Lucy swore, licking her lips. "Let's eat."
They sat down on the sofa together, Lucy laying back and throwing her legs over his lap. They laughed, they ate. "How'd you know what I like?" Lucy asked, as she slurped up noodles by the pound.
Sasuke shrugged. "I just guessed," he said, truthfully at that.
"Have you ever tried it?"
"It's a bit…sweet for my tastes," said the Uchiha.
Lucy grinned. With refined fingers, she grabbed some of the noodles with her chopsticks, angling them over to his face. She stared, and she stared, until Sasuke relented and opened his mouth—like a giddy schoolgirl, she fed him, watching as Sasuke slurped down the noodles himself.
"...huh…" Sasuke said, licking his lips. "Not bad."
"You spilled some," she said, giggling.
He made to wipe away the stray noodle, but Lucy was too fast for him—she was upon him, licking it away with her tongue.
He stared at her, and she giggled again, tucking back into her food while he eyed her with a bemused sort of expression. This girl, he thought, is something else. He returned to his own food, but made sure to keep an eye on her.
When they finished, they both laid back, full and satisfied. He could summon the energy to pick her up and pound her—but God, did he just want to fall into bed and sleep for a couple of thousand years.
"Maybe we should delay the sex for a bit?" suggested Sasuke.
Lucy grinned. "Yeah, that's probably for the best, I feel like I'm about to fall asleep right here."
A few minutes later, they were tucked into bed together, nude from head-to-toe. She laid her head against his chest, smiling happily as the silky sheets and his warmth made her feel right at home.
"Tomorrow morning," he breathed into her ear, "we're going to introduce you to Naruto and Kakashi."
She smiled. "The people in the photographs you have—the blond one is Naruto, right?" A pause, as she looked up to face him, brown eyes keen. "And the pink haired girl…that's Sakura, no doubt. And Kakashi is the silver haired man."
"You're right," Sasuke said.
"What's Naruto like?"
He hesitated before answering. "Very…loud," said Sasuke, "and obnoxious. He means well, but he can take some getting used to. I have a strange feeling that the two of you will get along, though."
"And Kakashi?"
"I've heard people say that the two of us are alike," Sasuke murmured. "I don't think so."
"I guess I'll find out," Lucy said, grinning. "And…Sakura?"
Sasuke cringed, though he had been expecting the question.
As he thought over his answer, Lucy crawled to him—she began to kiss at his jaw, and nibble at his neck, her hands roaming across his chest or playing with his dark hair.
"She's nice," he said, and obsessed is what I can't say. "Somehow, I feel like the two of you won't get along."
"Oh, we'll get along just fine as long as she stays away from you," Lucy murmured. "Just remember, Sasuke—anything she will let you do to her, I will let you do ten times over."
His mouth went dry. "Lucy…"
The blonde in question kissed at his jaw, his fingers slipping beneath his shirt.
"She won't suck your dick half as good as I can," Lucy cooed. "She won't swallow your loads without spilling a drop. I would bet every possession I have that my pussy's tighter. Just remember, I'm your slut, not her, when she flashes those green eyes at you or tries to tempt you into her bed."
The corners of his lips curled upwards.
"I thought you wanted to be more than just my slut," he said.
"I can be your slut and other things at the same time," Lucy whispered. "I just want you to remember that you're mine."
"Maybe you'll have to remind me," he said.
"Tomorrow," she said, giggling and kissing him on the lips. When they parted, she was smiling, eyes bright. "Ready for bed?"
"Of course," he said.
He stood up, and she gasped as he swept her up—she smiled, clinging to him as he carried her into the bedroom. They crawled onto the bed, sliding beneath the sheets and laying together, full and satisfied.
"Good night," Lucy said, kissing him on the lips.
"Good night," came Sasuke's calm response.
With Lucy tucked in his arms, Sasuke fell asleep quicker than he could have possibly imagined.
At the crack of dawn, with his girlfriend resting at his side, Naruto awoke to a snake slithering up his bed.
"OH MY GOD!"
All his instincts left him—and even worse, he near scared poor Hinata Hyūga half to death. She was up and ready to strike within seconds…until her white eyes narrowed as she caught a glimpse of the snake.
"It's one of Sasuke's," came her calm voice.
Naruto had realized that only seconds after his outburst. "Yeah, I noticed," he said somewhat bitterly. Thankfully, Hinata was Hinata, and chose not to poke fun at him. Instead she smiled, pressed a kiss to his cheek, and went back to bed.
The snake coiled in his lap, eying him.
"Well? What does Sasuke want?" the blond muttered.
"Sasuke is at the Hokage's office, introducing his companion to your teacher," said the snake. "He assumed you'd want to meet her."
"Damn right I do!" Naruto said.
"I will tell him that you are on the way."
The snake poofed out of existence, and Naruto leapt out of bed, already reaching into the closet for whatever jumped out at him first. By the time he was dressed and pulling on his shoes, Hinata was sitting up.
"You're meeting that girl Sasuke brought?" she asked, her voice gentle.
"Yeah," said Naruto, as he smoothed out his blond spikes. "I can't say I'm not curious—something has to be wrong with her."
"Naruto!" Hinata admonished.
"Oh c'mon, you knowing I'm joking," he said. "Mostly." He leaned down, kissing her; not even the taste of morning breath could quell the beating of his heart anytime he looked at her. "Maybe you should take her out," Naruto suggested, "because if Sasuke is right, she has literally nothing here aside from him. You could be her first friend!"
"...that's a lot to put on me so early in the morning…" Hinata admitted, though he could see that she was being swayed by the second.
"Think it over then," he said. "She'll love you—who wouldn't?"
A faint blush dusted her cheeks. "You win," she conceded.
He grinned like the dumb, lovestruck idiot that he was.
"Alright, I gotta go. Bye, love you—"
And with that, he was out of the door as she called, "I love you, too!" down the hall after him.
He raced down the streets, giving shouts of acknowledgement as people called out 'hi' or 'good morning' to him. The Hokage's tower wasn't far, and he burst through the doors with such violence that it resembled an assault.
The woman at the desk didn't even react. "Naruto," she greeted warmly. "How are you and how's Hinata?"
"We're great," was his smooth response, his smile broad and genuine. "Is Kakashi-sensei waiting for me?"
"Lord Hokage asked me to send you through as soon as you'd arrived," the secretary said, smiling. "He's up there with Sasuke Uchiha and his…companion."
Naruto laughed. "Right. Companion," said the blond, his smile widening.
"They did seem a little friendly," the secretary said with a wry smile. "I hope you have a pleasant day."
"You too!"
He was up the circular staircase in a heartbeat.
Bursting into the office without knocking, he watched as Sasuke and his companion turned to face him.
Wow.
Naruto found his girlfriend to be very cute, and of course, very attractive. Her smile could make his heart quicken, and she had plenty of curves to soothe his puny male mind.
This girl—Lucy, he was pretty sure Sasuke had said she was named—was just plain sexy. Busty, buxom, well-endowed…he could use a thousand words and none of them would describe just how perfect her tits were, not-too-big and not-too-small. Then there was the rest of her, a pristine hourglass figure, not to mention a plump, heart-shaped ass that he had caught a glimpse of when he first walked in.
Okay, that explains a lot, Naruto thought, grinning to himself.
He thought Sasuke immune to the wiles of women, but good God, put anyone in a room alone with Lucy and he imagined they would be lusting after her before long. Combined with the fact that, most likely, Lucy had lusted after Sasuke from the moment she laid eyes on him—as most women tended to do—then it was a recipe for quite possibly the most unlikely couple Naruto had ever laid eyes on, bar none.
"You must be Naruto," said Lucy, smiling softly at him. "I've heard a lot about you. Is it true you really convinced someone to revive the whole town only an hour after he'd leveled it to the ground?"
The blond laughed, stepping forward and coming to a stop right in front of the two of them.
"Yeah, something like that," Naruto said, scratching the back of his head. "It helped that we shared the same teacher, y'know, and his ideals. But tell me about yourself—where are you from? Sasuke mentioned something about magic, but past that, I have no idea."
Lucy glanced to Sasuke, who raised an eyebrow back at her.
She looked back to him. "I come from a land called 'Fiore'," said Lucy, "and yes, magic is how power is wielded. I know that chakra is what you all use here, though."
Naruto raised an eyebrow. "Can you do magic?" he asked.
Lucy opened her mouth—then closed it. There was a soft flush on her cheeks as she glanced at Sasuke. "I can't," she admitted. "I have these…keys…it's, uh, it's hard to explain. Without them, I'm practically useless, and I have no ability to get a hold of more."
"That sucks," said Naruto. "I wanted to run something past the two of you, just to see what you think."
Sasuke and Lucy looked at each other.
"What is it?" Sasuke questioned.
The blond smiled. "My girlfriend, Hinata—she's really sweet, I think you'll like her. You should go out with her, get to know the city, maybe make a friend if you guys hit it off."
First, Lucy looked at Sasuke. After a moment, he nodded.
Then she was all smiles. "That sounds lovely," said Lucy. "If I'm given a time and a place, I'll be there."
"Sweet!" Naruto said. "It's gonna be great having you around, Lucy—I promise we'll make you feel right at home."
She grinned, looking at Sasuke. "I already feel right at home," she said fondly.
"That's a bit much, don't you think?" Sasuke said, a smirk on his lips.
"A girl can't be sappy?" Lucy said, playfully swatting his arm. "Besides, it's true!"
"I didn't say it wasn't," Sasuke retorted.
"You implied it," the blonde said, poking him in the chest.
"I implied nothing of the sort," said Sasuke. "The only thing I implied was that you were being a bit melodramatic."
Naruto looked past them at Kakashi, who had remained silent up until now. Blue eyes met cool black ones, and his teacher gave him the tiniest of nods.
Alright, I guess we both see it, he thought.
"We've been introduced," said Kakashi, obviously smiling beneath his mask. "Now Lucy, I mean no rudeness, but I do have some important business to discuss with my two students. Would you mind stepping outside for a moment?"
She flushed, caught in the middle of a retort. "Of course! No problem!" Lucy said, recognizing that this was the leader of the village. "I'll just—" She said nothing else, tiptoeing past Naruto and slipping out of the door.
"She's nice," Naruto said.
"She is," Kakashi agreed.
Sasuke looked between the two of them, clearly wary. "What?" said the Uchiha, already seeing that they had something to say.
"Sasuke…have you not noticed?" Naruto said.
Sasuke frowned. "That I'm a fool? Yes, I have. What use is there in pointing it out?"
"There's no shame in falling for a woman as beautiful as Lucy is," said Kakashi. "What Naruto meant was how have you not noticed that she has chakra?"
The Uchiha drew short at that.
"...I…" He paused.
"It's dormant," Naruto pointed out. "She has the makings of a shinobi, but obviously, she hasn't had a lick of training. But it's there."
Sasuke frowned. Naruto watched as his features worked through a range of emotions—from contemplative, to confused, and for a split second even suspicious.
"I guess I'm so used to everybody having chakra that I didn't think it strange that she shouldn't have it," he murmured.
"When you mentioned where she came from, and the magic she spoke of, I believe Naruto and I were on the lookout for something amiss with her. To find that she shared chakra as the three of us did…well, obviously, we haven't bonded with her as you have. I wouldn't hold it against you."
"It was a foolish mistake," Sasuke murmured. "What do you two think, then? Is she lying about it all?"
"Oh no, I believed every word that came out of her mouth," said Kakashi.
Naruto nodded along with him—the blonde girl had spoken the truth with every syllable, that much was clear. Plus there was no faking the way she looked at Sasuke, as if he were the only man in the world worth her time.
The relief that showed on Sasuke's face was palpable.
The Uchiha stood there for a second, frowning slightly.
"I suppose I'll have to train her," he said, "so that she can learn to defend herself while she's in this world."
Naruto nodded. "How long do you think it'll take? To get her home, I mean."
"I haven't even had a chance to start practicing with my eye," Sasuke said, shaking his head. "It could take a week, or a year, or maybe never. I'll want to go through the library and pull up whatever I can on space-time ninjutsu before I start experimenting."
"You won't find much, I'm afraid," Kakashi said. "And the only person who could have been helpful died two decades ago."
Naruto found himself smiling. "Well, I bet you'll get the hang of it," the blond said confidently. "Just try not to get too comfortable with her, eh?"
Sasuke scowled at him.
"Stop with the comments, Naruto," Kakashi said, chastizing him despite the fact that he was clearly amused. "I'll send word to the library and have them set aside every book on space-time ninjutsu. In the meantime, Sasuke, I'll give you a weekly pension so the both of you are taken care of." He turned to Naruto. "I do believe her, but I am glad that Hinata will be spending some time with her."
"I mean, my girlfriend isn't a lie detector," Naruto said. "I just didn't want Lucy to have to suffer by only spending time with Sasuke of al people."
Kakashi laughed; Sasuke scowled.
"Still, Hinata's sharp. If there's any cracks in Lucy's story, I think our white-eyed friend will find them. Not that I'm implying anything," Kakashi said, looking to Sasuke, "but it always pays to be cautious, especially since she's going to be staying with you."
Sasuke nodded. "I understand."
"Alright…as much as I'd like to catch up with you, I do have work to attend to," Kakashi said. "Naruto, there is something I need to show you."
Sasuke made for the door as Naruto went to the desk—the blond turned as the door opened. He and Kakashi watched as Lucy threw her arms around Sasuke, giving him a warm hug and kissing him on the cheek…then the door closed.
"It's strange seeing Sasuke happy," Naruto confessed, as he sat down at his desk.
"You're telling me," Kakashi murmured. "Still…you saw the way she looks at him; the way he looks at her. Maybe this will end up being a good thing for Sasuke."
"Yeah," Naruto said. "But what happens when she goes back to where she came from?"
To that, Kakashi had no response.
As Sasuke walked out of the door, Lucy threw herself at him. She sunk into his warmth, taking it all in, kissing him on the cheek.
"You need to fuck me," she whispered into his ear, right as the door closed behind him.
Sasuke chuckled. "Do I?"
Lucy's arms tightened around him. "You didn't even destroy my pussy like you promised you would," she groaned.
"Well, we were both tired last night…and when we woke up, we had to shower, eat, then hurry over here. What do you want from me?"
Her gaze flickered down. Sasuke sighed.
"I need it now," the buxom blonde insisted. "There's gotta be a side room or something we can sneak off too…"
"Here?" Sasuke said. "You're kidding."
She was not, in fact, kidding.
Sasuke found that out when, less than five minutes later, the two of them were sandwiched inside a spare utilities closet, pressed up against each other and kissing passionately. They parted and Sasuke was breathless, flushed.
"Take me now," she demanded, although she was already undoing his pants, leaving him little room to resist.
And how could he resist? With all of her curves pressed up against him, there was little he could do. It didn't help that all it was took was a few strokes for him to be achingly hard, his erection pressing against her in a way that made her grin.
"If you can be quiet," he murmured.
"I can be quiet," Lucy promised, as she pulled up her skirt and slid her panties to the side. "I'll want to scream your name, but I'll settle for biting my tongue and wishing I was."
His hand crept low, sliding between her thighs to rub at her slit. As he expected, she was drenched, so wet that he was sure it was dripping down onto the floor.
"Fuck it," Sasuke swore.
He gripped the base of his cock tightly, pressed her up against the wall, and slid inside of her. It was dark—he could hardly see. Even still, he could see her face twist up with pleasure, and more importantly, he could feel her insides, so tight and hot.
"God—" She laid her head back against the wall, breathing deep. "It feels even bigger; you're as horny as I am, aren't you?" He could see her grinning at him in the dark. "You like the idea that we might get caught, huh?"
His answer to that was deft—he rammed himself inside of her, all the way to the hilt, eliciting a moan loud enough that it bounced off the walls of the closet.
Sasuke clapped a hand over her mouth.
"What was that about being able to stay quiet?" he whispered.
Beneath his fingertips he could feel the heat on her cheeks. "S-sorry," she murmured, voice muffled. "You can't do that to me—it's not fair."
His response was to slam himself inside of her to the hilt again. She gasped, but his hand over her mouth was tight, and she hardly made a peep.
Sasuke had to admit that she was right; the risk made it all the more pleasing.
How many people could claim they'd fucked right under the Hokage's nose? Better still, he was doing it with a woman like Lucy, who even in the dark made him ache with arousal.
He fucked her, and he relished every second of it.
Even his hand over her mouth wasn't quite enough to dampen her moans—he was so deep inside of her, hitting all those sweet spots, and she was like goo in his arms, shaking and quivering against him. He pounded her with such force as to practically lift her off of her feet with every thrust; he fucked her with such precision that each thrust sent pleasure rippling up-and-down her spine.
She was trapped, with nowhere to go, and a massive dick buried to the hilt inside of her. Even if she didn't love every second of it, she had no control over the situation. From the moment she had unleashed the animal inside of him, it was over.
If he wished, he could pull his hand away, and she would be unable to keep her moans in check. She would moan, pant, scream his name—everyone from the Hokage to his secretary would know who she belonged to, just as they had done in that inn on the way to Konoha. And part of him wanted to do that. He knew she would let him, want him too even…she wanted to be possessed, just as he wanted to possess her.
Still, cooler heads prevailed.
That didn't mean he didn't fuck her within an inch of her life—no, she got a pounding so vicious in its nature that when her orgasm came, she went limp in his arms, unable to do anything but let out muffled gasps as he continued to thrust inside of her.
"You're mine," he whispered into her ear.
She nodded, her eyes loopy.
After a moment, Lucy tugged at his wrist—he stop thrusting inside of her, and he removed his hand from her mouth.
"I want to taste you," she cooed.
Sasuke smirked.
A minute later, it was his turn to repress a groan as she worked over his massive cock—both hands stroking the base of it, her tongue lapping at the shaft, her mouth engulfing a full third of it. He had already been close, but with her worship, it was a losing battle to try and fight it off.
And just like last time, he only had one command for her: "Every last drop."
She nodded.
A few moments later, he gave a low grunt, and came in her mouth. Rope after rope of his seed spilled inside of her—this time she was smart, and began gulping it down even as it was still coming out. Gulp, gulp…he was still coming…gulp, gulp…he groaned, as the last few drops came out.
When he was well and spent, Lucy bobbed her head back and forth for a moment, cleaning him off with her tongue.
At last she withdrew—and every last bit of his cum had been gladly swallowed.
"I hope you're up for more when we get home," he murmured, as his erection hadn't lessened in the slightest—if anything, he was harder than before.
In his mind's eyes he was already fucking her on his bed, where there was no darkness to shroud her lovely figure, no need to cover her mouth to shield her moans.
Lucy grinned up at him. "I always want more," she said, rubbing her cheek against his erection.
Lucy knew that her behavior was erratic at best, downright stupid at worst.
She was a guest in this place—there only because Sasuke vouched for her. Kakashi had been so nice, so pleasant; Naruto seemed as bright and vibrant as anyone. They trusted her.
And there she was, encouraging Sasuke to sneak off into some back closet so that they could fuck. It was disrespectful, it was stupid, there was no reason for it when they had a nice warm bed at his apartment—
Yet, it had been so hot.
Even as they walked home, Lucy was uncomfortable aware of just how horny she was.
Side-by-side with Sasuke, hundreds of people surrounding them, all the blonde could see and remember was that encounter in the closet.
His hand dampening her moans, his fat cock filling her up, the glint in his eyes as he fucked her. That feeling in her chest as he had emptied a load onto her tongue. God, how she adored him, how she wanted him.
She couldn't imagine a world where she didn't want him—if he had appeared one day back in Fiore, Lucy envisioned that he would have been blowing her back out within hours. If they had grown up in the same world and had encountered each other by chance on the street…still, she knew that she would be down on her knees before long, giving his cock the love it deserved.
"Hurry," she urged him, "before I pull us into an alley and you can have me there."
"Now that's pushing it," he said, a disapproving glint in his eyes, though he was smirking nonetheless.
He picked up his pace and they made good time. When they reached the stairs, they took them two at a time, Lucy giggling as they went.
Sasuke didn't fumble with his keys—a single twist and the door opened; he shoved her inside, slamming the door shut behind them. Then he seized her, pressing her up against the wall, pressing his lips against her neck and his hands crept beneath her shirt.
"Oh yes," she moaned. "God, I want you."
"I want you too," he breathed.
The bed beckoned them, the pillows fluffed and the sheets soft and silky.
Lucy didn't even register that her clothes were being taken off—one moment she was clothed, Sasuke's lips pressed against hers, and then the next she was as bare as the day she was born, her puffy pink pussy on display for him.
"You'll never know how much I want you to fuck me," she whimpered, her arousal seeping down her creamy thighs.
"I think I have some idea," said Sasuke, his enormous erection jutting out at her, throbbing before her very eyes.
He pressed her onto that big, comfy bed, and Lucy felt right at home.
A shudder ran down her spine as she watched him crawl onto the mattress, his cock dragging against the sheets. His fingers were on her legs—then, her hips.
"I want to take you from behind," he whispered.
"You can have me however you want me," came Lucy's easy response.
His strong arms hefted her up, flipping her over with much ease; she gazed back at him, grinning from ear-to-ear.
"You like this ass, huh?" she said, giving it a wiggle just for his viewing pleasure.
Smack!
She groaned, throwing her head back. "Oh, you really like it," Lucy purred, as he began to rub his length against her thigh. "I want you to make it clap when you fuck me."
"Ah, you have such a way with words," he said with merriment.
His fingers ran along her sides—she almost expected steam to rise from her flesh; she was flushed all over, hot and needy. God, would he just get it over with already and fuck her?
Then, the next thing she knew, he was inside of her.
It seemed like he was trying to take things slow; he only put an inch inside of her at first, his fingers gripping her hips, a slow groan escaping him as her walls tightened around him.
Lucy wasn't having it.
She grit her teeth and bucked her hips back, taking every last bit of his cock into her core. "There we go," she gasped, pressing her face into the sheets and moaning loudly. "I could never get enough of this cock."
"Clearly," he said, with some amusement.
He sat still—before long, she was moving her hips of her own accord. Back-and-forth, back-and-forth, just as she had when she was sucking him off, only this time, she was impaling herself on his fat cock again and again.
"I said make it clap," she groaned, making a fist at him. "I want you to fuck me, and fuck me good."
Sasuke sighed and began to move his hips.
Slowly.
So slowly that her moans were long and drawn-out, his cock scraping against the walls of her snatch,
"You're evil," Lucy bit out, blonde hair falling in her eyes. "Fucking evil."
"I like to hear you beg," he said simply, picking up his pace just a tad, "it's more satisfying than just about anything."
Lucy swallowed. "I beg you to fuck me every time I look at you," she mumbled. "You had me in the palms of your hands from the moment you met me. What more could you possibly want?"
She glanced back at him, and saw that smirk. Here she was, flushed and sweaty, straining just to get him to fuck her just a little bit.
Maybe his dick is broken, she thought. What man could have a beautiful woman like me before him and not want to fuck her brains out?
Then again, she could feel him pulsing, throbbing, twitching inside of her. He wanted her as badly as she wanted him—it was just a battle of will now, and Lucy found hers dwindling by the second.
"...what do you want from me?" she whimpered, rocking her hips back against him.
Sasuke patted her on the back.
"I want you to tell me what you want," he said, "and then I want you to beg for it."
Lucy gulped. The words came spilling out, before she could even consider what her already tarnished pride would think of them.
"I want you to fuck me. I want you to use me. I want you to pound me so hard that I can't walk tomorrow. I want you to smack my ass, pull my hair, make me yours. I want you to cum inside of me and claim this pussy as your own. And then I want you to hold me, to stroke my hair, to tell me that you care for me."
Her lip wobbled.
"That's what you want," Sasuke said.
"Yes," she whined. "That's what I want. Now please give it to me, Sasuke, please. I want it—I need it, I need you."
She waited for his answer in unbearable silence; aside from the throbbing of his cock inside of her, there was nothing that she could sense. Then she felt his touch, on her hips, on her sides.
"Okay," was his response.
Then he had one hand on her hip, the other burying her head into the sheets, and suddenly, he was fucking her so hard that the bed was threatening to buckle beneath the sheer weight of his thrusts.
"Oh God!"
It was what she wanted.
Clap, clap, clap—his hips against the plump cheeks of her ass, his cock skewering her again and again.
It was what she needed.
"OH MY GOD!"
He gripped her hair tightly, pulling her head back—the new angle drove her mad. He was so deep, so good, God she was obsessed with him, with his cock—
The Uchiha was drilling her into the mattress, so powerful, so manly.
She hadn't appreciated it before; this was what it was to be with him. To get fucked so good that she hardly knew where she was. To her, there was no Fiore, no Elemental Nations—there was just Sasuke, and his fat fucking cock that made her feel whole unlike anything she had ever experienced.
"SASUKE! SASUKE!" she cried, uncaring for who could hear her; she wanted them to hear her. Nobody could shame her for caring about a man who had all he had to offer.
It was all too much, and her first orgasm didn't creep up on her—it was forced upon her. Her head was being jerked back by the hair, his hand was on her ass, his cock was buried to the hilt inside of her, and she came, there was nothing that could stop it. She came so hard that her entire body shook; she came so hard that the only word on her tongue was his name.
And when she came to, somehow he was fucking her even harder, burying himself inside of her, both hands on her hips as he fucked her at a downward angle. The wood of the bed creaked; the springs squeaked their song.
The second orgasm was much like the first, only when it hit her, she went limp. Still he fucked her, still he claimed her, as was his right.
God, I need his cum inside of me, she thought. Even now she could still feel his load from earlier in her belly, resting on her tongue, and she wanted more, more, more.
"Fuck," Sasuke growled, sweat dripping down his face, his mismatched eyes determined.
By the time her third orgasm approached, he was ready.
He didn't bury himself to the hilt inside of herthis time.
She felt that gush of warmth, his seed spilling into her deepest parts…and then he kept fucking her, thrusting into her, even as he unloaded his orgasm into her. "Fuck!" he roared, thrusting into her hard.
It was only when he was mostly spent that he impaled her all the way; he bottomed out inside of her, just as the last few bursts of his seed filled her insides out nicely.
Then he fell back, his cock slipping out of her, Sasuke groaning and panting.
She didn't move a muscle—God, am I fucking fucked. Her body ached, but her pussy still yearned for more, even as his essence began to ooze out of her.
He was beside her, and she almost expected him to stick his cock inside her mouth and demand that she clean him off—but then, he was kissing her on the cheek, then the lips.
He pulled her close and he stroked her hair, fingers running through damp blonde strands. "You're mine," he whispered into her ear, as he held her close so that she could sink into his warmth. "I'm yours."
"Yes," she purred, rubbing her head against his cheek. "Yes, I am—yes, you are." Lucy grinned, looking up at him, her face flushed. Then she kissed him, and that feeling in her chest, God, there was nothing like it.
Nothing could ruin this man for me, she thought. Nothing.
A/N:
Turns out I had this chapter lying around and forgot to post it.
What do you guys think? Should I continue this story? The next chapter is actually about 80% complete, so if I get enough reviews I don't think I'd mind wrapping it up and getting that one posted in due time. Let me know! :)