To be honest, I had lost all motivation for the sexy chapter, as I fell out of love with Naruto stories. But I'm still getting emails with reviews saying to update it... So, let us write!

He glanced up from his position on top of the girl to stare at her fallen teammates. Before she could react, Gaara grabbed her around the waist, sand quickly moving all four of them under the cover of the trees. He dropped the teammates non-too-gently on the ground as he shoved Sakura onto her back beneath him, placing a knee in-between her legs.

He roughly thrusted his pelvis against her's once, relishing the way she whimpered in fear at the contact. His hands snaked under her dress briefly to start pulling down her shorts. "W... Wait.."

He ignored her fearful protest, shaking with anticipation as he yanked her shorts down to her knees.

Sakura was in shock. Her teammates seemed to be safe now, and it was all that mattered. She kept telling herself that, as he glowered over her. She wasn't sure what to do when he thrusted onto her. She finally started to regain her senses, protesting when he tore at her shorts, pulling them down.

Gaara grabbed at a Kunai to deal with the annoying clothing in the way, when she quickly grabbed the bottoms herself and pulled it off. He stared wickedly at her, believing she was ready. "It... it isn't because of you... If my clothes are all tore up, they'll know what happened," she reasoned with a quivering voice, frightened of the look she was receiving.

He brushed aside her explanation, eyes raking the image of her in a dress, the red flap between her thighs guarding his desired place. "Take it off." She hesitated at the command, figuring he was using her reasoning to get a good show. When she took a bit too long, he grunted and ripped it the rest of the way off her. He was ready, and she was just biding her time.

With her unclothed, save for bandages around her chest which were easily removed with his kunai, his urge grew. He whipped off his white sash, and deposited the gourd to their side. Shukaku growled inside of him, willing him to hurry, to quench the thirst.

'Hold on,' Gaara warned him. As much as Shukaku wanted to hurry, he wanted to savor this. Sitting up onto his knees, he slowly lifted the shirt above him, eyes boring holes into Sakura's all the while. He placed the cloth on top of his gourd, leaning back into her body, this time fully in-between her creamy thighs.

She quivered as his gaze never broke. She was naked beneath him. Even if she wanted to turn back now, there was little she could do. While he closed the space between them, he pressed himself roughly on to her 'spot', and let his tongue slide out to moisten his lips. Not being able to stand it anymore, she folded into herself, roughly shutting her eyes, her arms across her chest.

He snarled at the new position, wrapped the fingers of his left hand around her wrists, and pulled her arms above her head. Her head snapped up as he held her wrists tight, him taking the moment to trap her in a rough kiss. Gaara ground his hips into her's, forcing their two sexes to have contact, his thin pants the only barrier.

Sakura gasped into his kiss, as the friction stoked something in her body, rubbing in her slit. Feeling accomplished, he broke the kiss off, quickly moving to her breasts. They were heaving slightly with her breathing, which was growing with his movements.

He moved to his left, and took her nipple into his mouth. He swirled the bud with his tongue, gently grating it with his teeth. He quickly grabbed one of her discarded chest bandages, tying her wrists up while she was distracted.

She panted erotically under him, wrists tied and laying limp above her head, legs spread around him. Her eyes half-lidded, peering up at him, waiting for his next move. Both of his hands now free, he let them wander her body, his left hand wandering down into her small mound, his hips stilling.

She took a sharp intake of breath as he slid a finger within her; slowly pulling it out, forcing it back in, quickening his pace, making work of her breasts with his teeth and right hand, eyes never leaving her face, as her own closed in a wave of pleasure, body writhing.

Gaara was well-pleased with her reaction. He lifted his head away from her body, glancing down at her wet folds. He removed his middle finger, and brought it up to her face, sliding it in her mouth, making her clean it for him.

Sakura obliged, face flushed, gently sucking his finger clean for him. He shuddered, unable to hold himself, or Shukaku, back any longer. Sitting back up onto his knees once more, his fingers fumbled as he extracted himself from his pants.

He moaned as he placed his tip at her entrance, slick with juices. He entered slowly, savoring the touch of pain she gave off as he broke her purity. He pulled her hips into his lap when she was fully penetrated, rocking her on his length, enjoying the snippets of moans she tried to suppress while the pain faded. His nails grating at her skin only seemed to make her enjoy it more.

"N... Nnn...!" She tried to cover her mouth with her tied wrists, the strange sensations overwhelming her body, head whipping to the side. Gaara had started to thrust a harder rhythm when he understood the pain faded enough to not make her cry out.

Skin rubbed skin, heat to heat, as he assaulted her body, seeming to get rougher with every plunge, a fire igniting in him. He leaned over her body, hands moving back to her breasts to savagely attack her nipples, pulling and twisting them, enjoying every sound it produced. "Ah... Ahnn! NN!"

The sensations together were bearing too much for her as she clasped her legs harder around his hips, starting to head to her peak.

Gaara quickly pulled his member out of her, panting; he flipped her on her stomach, her bottom raised, opening facing him. He pulled himself up, and forced his way into her, pounding as hard as he possibly could, understanding he was near. The feeling as he slid into her wetness was euphoric.

Sakura gasped, and buried her head into her arms, the new position opening up a whole new world of pleasure and pain for her. His arms snaked around her hips to start rubbing her sensitive wet nub, as the other roughly squeezed her breast, his pounding making them sway. She came in a flash at his touches, biting into her arm to keep from making a racket.

Gaara felt himself start to pulse as he tore into her, groaning as she tightened in her climax. He plowed harder, slamming himself to her while he came, riding the feeling. He tried to steady himself as he caught his breath on top of her.

Removing himself from her, he covered his length up once more, and started to pull his usual clothes back on. With his guard secured, he turned his head to look at Sakura once more, dazed where he left her.

"You know," he smirked. "Night will be falling soon... You should probably get dressed before someone not as nice as I am comes by, or they wake up and decide they want a little snack for themselves." With that, Gaara turned away and heading back to his own comrades.

Finish.

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