A/N:
Fine.
I lied.
I didn't update on time. Flame me. :D
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Chapter Five
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The sealing hurt - a lot.
Tsunade hadn't been lying when she said he'd be able to feel this one for weeks. Flying, Cao-Caos in heat, fuck did it hurt!
For a short while after his mentor slammed home a mother lode of compressed chakra into the seal array, nothing had happened.
Naruto had felt suddenly very much vulnerable in the open with an uncomfortably naked, oiled, golden-ink tattoo-ed Anko.
The intense heat only added fuel to the fire, and when Anko shifted in that delightfully sensual manner of hers, the intricately designed golden threads, spirals and drawings on her seemed to come to life.
It didn't help matters that they were designed specifically to entice.
Of course, it had to be right when his dick decided to play the stand up game, and when Anko's eyes were shining with barely held mischief leaving him wondering what she'd do about him – that the pain came: the searing icy cold that tore through his soul than was like the knife of a vengeful god.
With a muted cry, as if the wind carried the infinite screams of ghosts pouring out of hell's gates by their ear, the seals leapt to the air with a whirl of something otherworldly heavy in the air.
Waves of heat and cold swept over him in undulating waves that never seemed to end. The world spun around him in beautiful techni-colored walls of light while his vision dimmed.
Faintly, he could hear the voices of Anko and Tsunade calling out in alarm.
Something about the Kyuubi's chakra warping the sealing effect…there was a dull roar in his ears, and in his chest, he could feel a well of foreign emotions rising to the fore…
…and the world turned red.
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A thousand scents filled him, a thousand muted voices whispered in the deep shadows. The female's weight on him was pleasant.
It was warm, soft.
A spar of pleasure raced to his groin. How…refreshing. The last time he'd spilled seed into a women's belly had been millennia ago.
Perhaps…no.
Later.
Hunger.
The churn of his stomach demanding food and nourishment echoed in his body, and he was ravenous for both flesh and blood. He shifted then, toppling the woman, than stared down at her. He knew the taste of her…and of others like her intimately – their hot flesh, their blood, the saltiness of their sweat.
Mere centuries ago, he'd hunted them for food.
Years ago, he used them to bear off-springs.
A select few he kept by his side, to serve his needs in any manner that he wanted, and in return, granted them immortality.
For as long as he lived, they would not die…yet…now imprisoned, he found himself deprived of their services. In the distance, he could sense their fervent search for him but he'd been chained for years.
Blind.
Robbed of the sense of touch, taste, smell.
Even a god had needs…
A soft hand touched his face. Blinking, he looked down at the woman. A most attractive face, one that both suited the nature of her work and the role of her existence: to bear off-springs and males needed to be…enticed before doing so.
He leaned down, then took a long leisurely lick from the women's abdomen, and up between the valley of her breasts. The body trembled, than the woman let out a keening wail of pleasure. He grinned. It was good to know tricks that applied so long ago still worked now. Humans evolved ever so slowly…but….
She had resistance.
She'd been trained in the pleasures of the flesh.
He frowned.
It would be fun breaking later, for now…he moved forwards, than crushed his lips against hers, sliding his tongue deep, tasting her before backing away.
Honey, sugar, and a variety of spices in those familiar tattoos mixed with the sweat of her exploded on his tongue in a taste mamba. It was…heavenly.
He nuzzled the palm of her hand, breathing in the familiarity of her scent, the sweetness of her hot breath on his face, savoring the sensations of her smooth, supple body beneath his own hard, unyielding frame. Beneath, the woman thrust her hips against his swollen member, egging him on with moans and ragged breathing.
She wasn't far now. Should he choose, he could easily burn out her nerves with pleasure and turn her into a drooling, wanton whore existing purely for his entertainment. He relented.
"Child," he spoke, "it would do you well not to tempt me. I have not been roused in years behind this cage. What wishes do you mortals have, dire enough to test the patience of a demi-god?"
Beneath him, the woman stopped fidgeting with some effort, than rose to sit.
Her position placed her close to him. Unable to resist, he nuzzled the silky flesh of her neck wet with exertion, tongue flickering out to taste her breasts and the smooth, toned flesh of her shoulders while she spoke. Her words trembled; part fear, part pleasure.
It was intoxicating.
"We seek to bind secrets, to the body, to the soul, to forge a bond of blood and promise, a bond of Oath and Secrecies."
He stared at her unblemished back, the graceful curve of her spine, the rounding of generous hips that he knew to be soft and hot to the touch. Lust burned in his groin, and the aching need to take the woman grew further yet…
Still….
The insolence…
In this body, he was weak. He did not possess the strength of his mortal flesh, and was reduced to using the body of this child. He was him. They were one. They would be soon enough, even so…
He moved in a blur; left hand clasping about the woman's right ankle and dragging her below him while he settled over her.
With his right, he lashed outwards, and the dome that surrounded them broke. The woman on the outer side of the dome was dragged in with a tail of golden blue chakra and secured to the floor, legs and hands shackled down with a mere thought. With another, shockwaves of pleasure threatened to burn her nerves away, leaving her a screaming, twisting rack, drooling from the lips, body convulsing.
He surveyed the tattoo-ed woman below him. Shock was written on her visage.
He smiled.
Fear was good.
It meant the memories of his deeds had not yet faded from their pitifully short-lived existence. He observed her for a moment, than reached a hand between her legs, probing with his fingers.
"Foolish little girl, I am immortal. I stalked the lands here long before your kind grew to understand the basic emotions. Trickery is useless against me. You know that well, hence, the omission of truths. Half-lies are much more deceptive after all…before I'm done with you, you will tell me everything. And you will enjoy it. Do you understand me?"
The woman's body bucked and thrashed beneath his grip, but he kept his grip hard and cruel, the heel of his hand flush with her mound, than pushed in with a second finger, stoking, probing.
Her tits were hard points thrusting against his chest, and a wave of heat bathed the hand between her legs every few seconds he held her. The walls of her sex was alike a voracious mouth, tugging on his digits with desperate need.
Perfect.
Twisting his hand, he bent, than bit down on one hardened brown nipple hard; hard enough to draw blood. And still the woman wanted more. Her core pulsed, hot, wet, aching and fluttering: urgent for the need of something hard and long, thick to fill her.
His fingers for now would have to do. There was much truth this mortal had yet to spill from her lips. He would enjoy tearing them…his eyes travelled to the well-built blonde shivering against the floor, eyes dilated, ragged breaths doing interesting things to her spectacular frame.
Maybe…out of the both of them.
Yes. They would do fine.
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In a flash, the well-lit vast, bee-hived sealing chambers disappeared to be replaced by what seemed to be a surreal landscape of large, monolithic gates and rank sewers. It took awhile for Naruto to comprehend that the Kyuubi was the one in control, taking both of his Sensei's to both ends of the pleasure/pain spectrum again and again.
What the fuck was going on?
Anger hot and heavy rose unbidden like a snake uncoiling in his chest. He wanted to hurt something, someone, anything. But the person doing the deed, was him. Or the darker side of him, as cliché as it sounded. It was Uzumaki Naruto alright, chaining Senju Tsunade to the walls, raping her mindless while she could only beg for more of his cock.
Yet it wasn't him. He felt the thrumming sensations of flesh on flesh, savored the feverish grip of Tsunade's sex on his throbbing cock, and tasted the flavors of their mouths. Yet it wasn't him who controlled his body. It was Naruto stripped of honor, of control, made of hate, driven by anger, lured by his lust for flesh and blood. This was a different being.
The Naruto there was a mindless, boundless machine made to torture and pleasure all those around it. And while it was true that both Anko and Tsunade were both skilled in department of resisting pleasure/pain conditionings, it was only a matter of time before they broke.
No one lasted forever.
Somehow, he knew the Kyuubi was behind it - the heavy malevolent surge of chakra in his system all but screamed the fox's interference.
"Kyuubi! Show yourself, you great fucking furball!"
"Ara, Ara, Naruto-kun. Is that the proper way to address a lady?"
He froze than turned. Cerulean blue eyes widened the tiniest fraction. This was not happening.
"What's wrong, little boy?"
The female stood, and his eyes were drawn to the outlines of her body, the roundness and curves and sweeps of aesthetic perfection; forms and lines that murmured their own secret language to awaken desires in a dead man's body.
What now?
"This is madness. Why are you even attempting this now?"
A shake of that perfectly shaped head, than she was suddenly closer than he would have liked. He could taste her sweet breath in the air, feel the intense musky scent of her arousal caressing his body. His limbs shook and saliva pooled in his mouth.
No. Not now. Never.
The Kyuubi cocked her head, then smiled. The cruel curl that bent her lips into that accursed smile left the skin on his neck cold and hot all at the same time. What was happening?
Still smiling, she looped both arms around her neck, than molded herself to him, grinding into him with her body. Every bare inch of her body set a fire to his skin, and his senses rioted.
"Why, you as. Why, I will tell you. Fifteen years ago, a man named Uchiha Madara bent me to his will. What he used, and how he did it, should be familiar to you. The Sharingan, no?"
No. He couldn't think. He couldn't breathe. Animalistic need drove him into a near fit. The welcoming, warm body of a female molded and intertwined so tightly with his own body that one couldn't be differentiated from the other did not help matters.
"I want revenge, kit. And you are the perfect tool for it. A god's powers channeled through the mortal coil of a human body."
She visibly shuddered, and the husky darkness of her voice smooth and sweet as chocolate washed over his senses when she groaned. She was already wet.
"Your soul is mine. Your body is mine. I may be sealed in you, but don't doubt that I can turn you into a gibbering, drooling fool with a snap of my fingers. Enjoy yourself."
Then she kissed him, the tight wet core of her eager body sucking his straining cock into herself and his mind washed white-out in pleasure.
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A/N: Regular updates should be back. With regards to recent events ( I got dismissed from school, had to show up in the court of law, got charged with use of deadly force or some other thing that I understand as over-reacting while defending oneself, reapplied to school, got accepted, had the charges dropped, paid a $25,000 fine, and now…I'm back.) I should be able to update now more regularly.