Salutatiooooooooooons, Nations!
Hey, everyone, I'm ba-aaack! And it only took me 5 months, on the day, instead of 8 this time. I'm getting better, I'm working harder. And I swear on my dad's lawsuit money that it's going to get more consistent from here.
Naturally, it is my responsibility to respond to the things you have said since I last posted.
Wolfdrake29: Haah, you're the one who really keeps me going, you know that?
Lord Vitiate: Glad you enjoyed that.
Guest (May 1): I don't think a lot of people actually remember Rumble Roses. That's the curse of console changes, some video games just get left behind.
Guest (chapter 11, May 7): hmmm, you certainly know what you want. You know there's this thing called a comma, right?
4dv1ct0r14m2017: I do not know it, but I will look into it, and we'll see where we go from there.
Anyway, I've finally piled prior reviews together, and have naturally chosen this chapter to go to the most frequently requested waifu.
Disclaimer: The following is a fan-made work of erotic fiction. Naruto, Naruto Shippuden, and Boruto are all owned by VIZ Media, Shōnen Jump, Shuieisha, and Masashi Kishimoto. Bleach is owned by Shōnen Jump, Viz Media, Studio Pierrot, TV Tokyo and Tite Kubo.
Warning: Intense sexual activity, unrealistic body proportions & bodily actions, Impregnation
He swung his wooden sword down as the air whooshed through the training grounds, for the time at a number he'd lost in his absentmindedness. Sweat rolled down his bare shoulders and over the divots of muscle in his back and down the other side, over the V-shape of his abs, heavy breaths flowing like steam past his teeth. He was down to his training shorts, or his clothes would have been soaked with sweat, while his shoulders shifted, swinging his training blade back and forth. Half an hour ago, he'd just finished a spar with Team 10 and Team Guy. All against him. Combined. But after the whole "fight," it was as if he hadn't used any real energy at all, while they were clutching their wounds and gasping for dear life. He would have been sorry if he wasn't so frustrated. If he didn't get this energy out somehow, he was going to lose sleep. Again. He was getting really tired of that. So now here he was, after three separate missions completed, a training round of combat against all the jonin - at once - a round of combat against the genin teams two at a time, and now a set of katas for until he sweat out the last of his energy… but it was going nowhere.
He brought down the bokken again, kicking up another wind current with the force, and just as he raised it up once more, he stopped. He was alerted to a presence by the sound of feet tapping dirt. He turned towards the noise to see Tsunade walking towards the grounds. She had a gift for that, really, having her presence declared before she even walked into a room. Probably due to her massive, jutting bust which entered your awareness before the rest of her. Right now, though, it was taken to a whole new level. She was wearing a bra version of her usual top, reminding that she wasn't a first-rate ninja for nothing; she had muscle as well as overwhelming curves, a burly core under her heavy tits, powerful biceps which could flatten an iron beam, and her pants were really just a set of fitness shorts, letting her powerful, shapely thighs breathe the free air, while her massive butt cheeks jiggled behind her, barely held in by the sturdy garment.
He didn't even realize he was staring, not even as she stood before him, a smirk on her full red lips, until it was too late and he tried covering it up by starting conversation. "U-uh, hey, Tsunade. Are you out training on your own too?"
Tsunade chuckled at his attempt to get away from his blunder, and put a fist on one of her wide, cocked hips. "Not right now, I suppose. I figured you'd be done after putting your partners in intensive care."
He decided not to wonder why she wasn't there with them. Best not to remind her of her workload as the village leader and the head medical Nin. "I thought so too, but I'm not exhausted yet. I gotta get rid of this pent-up energy somehow." He was starting to breathe heavily again, but this time, it was from being in the presence of Tsunade's half-exposed, divine sexuality, which even with just that much glowed off of her compared to everyone around her. You never could have known that this woman was in her fifties, with the way she strode about, a fully developed woman beyond comparison, with flawless skin and the mightiest curves of the women in any village. He didn't have this problem when Tenten and Ino were his training targets, even when his attacks wound up tearing away at parts of their shinobi outfits; so why was it happening now? Perhaps because, without any fight going on, now he had his attention on some very different targets.
"I agree." Tsunade smirked that perfect, cock-hardening smirk with her full, sinful red lips. "In fact…" Ichigo gasped as Tsunade closed the very last of the distance between them, pushing him until his back hit one of the striking posts, and her huge tits molded into his rippling chest, pancaking against his sculpted muscles until they buried his torso in their overflowing silkiness. Ichigo stared down at the woman due to the clear difference in their height, but he felt like she was peering down at him, a giant observing prey. "You could say that's exactly the kind of training I'm here for myself. In which case, it's the best thing that you're here right now."
If he couldn't feel his solidifying erection bent in his trunks before, he was certainly aware of it as it bent inside his trousers like an angled PVC pipe. He had the perfect view into her impossibly deep cleavage, so warm and soft he wanted to just bury his face in it and stay there. He gasped as he felt her soft hand palm his erection, flattening it against his pelvis, and he clung on to the post behind him for dear life, his nails raking away at the solid wood with ease. He felt like he was going to blow his wad from that touch alone, his dick bulging out in an obscene throb.
"The workout in question is quite simple, and very effective." Tsunade declared. "And it's something only you and I could do at our level… if you're willing."
It all had to be some sort of dream; this type of thinking never happened to him, but since he wasn't waking up yet, he might as well go along with it. He unclenched his grip from the wooden surface and, in a brazen act of horniness, brought his hands around to clasp onto Tsunade's bombing ass, feeling the plush and weightiness of that flawless booty flow over his fingers as he lifted his hands into the pillowy banks of ass flesh.
"Oh! Getting bold are we? That was the answer I was hoping for." Tsunade replaced her hand with her cameltoe, grinding against his package with deft, smooth motions that had him sucking in sharp breaths and grinding his teeth against each other. "Anything else would've made me cry~."
Ichigo couldn't respond, too caught up in the euphoria of his dick bulge grinding against Tsunade's soaking pussy, and his hands continued to mold Tsunade's giant cheeks, but his hands worked slowly, almost hesitantly.
Sensing his anxiety, Tsunade got an idea, and leaned towards him, puckering her thick rouge lips. Ichigo immediately got the message and craned his neck to meet her, in a hot, sloppy kiss, her lips mushing against his, her right hand on the back of his head while her left felt up his wall of abs. Ichigo was eager, receptive, and felt like he was letting Tsunade drain his soul with her kiss. She pulled away, as a bridge of drool stretched out between them, until it snapped from their lips and fell onto the broad surface of her fat tits, and she felt his hands dig into her monster booty with much more vigor. "I figured." She admitted with a chuckle. "You're the type who'd rather start with a kiss, huh? How romantic."
Ichigo cleared his throat, remembering where they were. "Maybe we should… take this elsewhere?" He suggested, as his hands released their hold in her ass in favor of running up her smooth back.
Tsunade chortled at how antsy he was. "This is the perfect place. No one will bother us now. You just worry about stretching my holes with this," She cupped the throbbing underside of his barrel-dong and dragged her hand upwards to the top, "and leave the rest to me." She knew what she was probably in for. He thought he was being sneaky, but she'd had to wake him up a couple times, and his morning wood was so obvious.
Ichigo gasped at the indirect contact, his Adam's apple bobbing front and back, before pulling back as he took in an audible gulp. Closing his eyes to concentrate, he took in slow, sure breaths. Before long, he grit his teeth and unopened his eyes, which were narrowed as he focused his vision on Tsunade, who was grinning in anticipation as his erection flexed, more than simply throbbing. There was only one thing to do.
Ichigo lightly pushed away Tsunade, who understood what he was about to do, and stood back and mounted her hands on her hips. He hooks his thumbs into his shorts, pulled everything down in one, go, and –*SMACK*– as she turned to look at it while Ichigo stepped out of his last garments, Tsunade's mouth made an O-shape as she was taken off guard by the hefty smack across the side of her tit– she hadn't backed up enough – by his ridiculously long dick, which snaked around her waist and out of her peripheral vision!
Tsunade backed away until she could see all of it, and stared in awe at his massive, thick cock, because feeling it was one thing, but looking at it… it was fucking dizzying. It was thick as a leg, and could have been as long as Ichigo's arm, with pulsating, angry veins running over its broad flanks, sending more blood than should have been possible rushing through so it could stand tall, ready to wreck any bitch speared on the end of it.
"And I'm that bitch." She muttered.
Ichigo raised an eyebrow. "Huh?"
"Never mind." Tsunade picked it up, but even a ninja of her strength could feel its weight in her hand as she palmed his urethral bridge, fixing herself with a horny determination to milk this monstrous dong. "Looks like this thing is the source of your vigor after all. Only one way to fix a fat, bulging dick, boyo." Ichigo's groaning and a squelch was her only warning before a wad of pre blasted her in the cheek. She was gobsmacked not by the shot itself, but because it was big enough to be a load on its own! This didn't stop her from enthusiastically running her hands along the turgid fuck pole pointed at her face like a cannon, jacking off as much as she could reach as his cock bobbed, its weight even bringing it to slap the top of her right tit. "Say, Ichigo," she inquired with a raised brow, "Tops or bottoms?"
As Ichigo clung to the wooden dummy for dear life, while his cock occasionally landed on Tsunade's mega tits, his balls churning with thick man-slime, he groaned out, "bottoms" having no idea what she meant, just not wanting her to stop. This genuinely surprised Tsunade, who ever stopped hearing who wanted to watch her colossal knockers burst into the open. He wanted to see her plushy dump truck ass instead? Well who was she to deny this stud? She released his dick, letting it stay rested on her massive tits a little longer (because why not?) as she turned around, grabbed her shorts and shimmied her way out of them, and as she did, the fat flanks of her bomb ass spilled out… the further down she pulled them, the more her ass unfurled beyond them, the further it bulged out of those tight little shorts, and by the time she got them free, her mind-blowingly tremendous badonk leaped up as it snapped out of those tiny shorts and clapped, her mountains of meat wobbling into place, but still shifting clearly with every little move.
Ichigo's eyes almost popped out of her head as her smooth, head-eclipsing shelf of ass clapped and wobbled into place, his jaw going slack in the presence of those doughy slabs of meat. And hidden beneath them was a buried treasure, a tight puckered hole, just behind her moist, sacred quim, which was slick with arousal. Tsunade smirked at him from over her shoulder and *SMACKED*her left hind cheek with, and the ripples were real, as she repeated with her right, and smoothed her hands over the horizons of her booty, preposterously held up on her powerful, rock-crushing thighs. She wiggled her hips, not letting her bubble butt stop quaking, and with enough power in those thick yams to knock a grown man down.
Ichigo couldn't take his eyes off of it, the ultimate ninja ass to match the ultimate ninja knockers, it throbbed a thought into his head, a simple but powerful thought: he couldn't be passive anymore.
Tsunade was suddenly shoved to the ground, her huge, wobbling tits spilling out of her top as she face-planted and then flattening out from her sides. Just as she was about to get back up, she suddenly felt Ichigo's hands, very tightly gripped on her waist. Looking behind her, she paled as she saw he was completely different from before, an intense aura around him, his colossal bitch breaker flaring up and ready. He *SLAPPED*his monstercock deep in the crack of her ass, all the way to the very cleft of those giant, seam-ripping booty buns. He ground away between those thick cheeks in the hotdogging of a lifetime, growling in pleasure while Tsunade whimpered; scared and aroused as this stud drilled his dick between her wobbling cheeks all the way up to his titanic balls. Her face went hot, her breath went short, and he hadn't even penetrated her yet, hadn't bothered to go deep into her soaking pussy and bust her open wider than she'd ever been in her life! His hips kept smacking against the backside of her titanic ass hard enough to leave bruises, leaving her great butt lurching to and fro from the force of his pumps.
Tsunade cooed and swooned in want as her new favorite stud went to town on her rump, arching her back as his lava-hot monstrosity of a dick made itself at home in her ass-trench. "Ooooooh, What are you doing?" She huffed, trying to sound in-control through annoyance, but really only coming off as a needy whining brat to the ears of her awakened bull.
"Giving your ass the attention it deserves." He grunted, eyes glazed over, jaws clenched and fingers squeezing his fingers into her plush sexiness as he revved himself up, grinding harder and faster through her butt cheeks. "It's a shame really. No one pays enough attention to the great, big, fat jutting, wobbling ass you've got to go with those great, big, fat, jutting, wobbling boobs." He let go with one hand and shot it down in a *SMACK* over Tsunade's rotund rump, watching, feeling her ass bounce harder under his spanking. Tsunade's eyes fluttered like a maiden as her bounding booty jostled under such affection.
"Well then," Tsunade smirked smokily, "let's fix that." Tsunade planted her shaky hands on the ground and pushed her ass upward, grinding her ass against the underbridge of his cock, making him grunt in pleasure as she put her back into it and swallowed his cock between her satiny cheeks, or as much of it as it could. "Show me how much you love my ass." Her cheeks jiggled and clapped Ichigo's monstrous dick between them, a massage of ass flesh that would have had any other man busting a nut and emptying him in a single orgasm. Glutes of precum occasionally landed on Tsunade's back, and she could feel them, just how much of a stud was he? Ichigo clapped his palms on the flanks of her jiggly cheeks, and sank his fingers into her flesh with all his strength, pressing the yielding ass along the thick veins in his fuck-tube.
"Oh god." Tsunade moaned. "I thought you'd back off from this. You're really showin' me now, huh?" Before she was ready, Ichigo stopped grinding his cock through her ass crack and pulled her up to her feet by one of her arms, his massive dick suddenly pressed between them, kissing the bottoms of her tits and then poking out the top. With ease for his strength, he lifted her up by both legs and then slammed her back into the ground with a thunderous impact. He then spread her thighs open and ground his cock against her pussy like the beast in heat he was.
"Looks fuckin' delicious." Tsunade said, staring down at the python about to fuck her senseless. In truth, every woman knew how deformed penises looked next to other body parts, especially as they got bigger; those flaring heads and their smelly piss-slits, the long tubes of flesh, covered in wrinkled skin and veins, the sagging weight of their ball sacks carrying loads of man-glue, awaiting an unload into some desperate, thirsty bitch. What was delicious about them was what they could do to a woman, how they could fill that empty space in them that was waiting for it, grinding across their nerves, stretching them out and rearranging their guts… and Tsunade was about to take a cock that could do it all with ease. "It's a good thing you've got me going at a cock so monstrous. I don't think another exists. I bet lesser kunoichi have lost themselves to this thing, haven't they?"
"No more time wasted." She bent over and wobbled those perfectly rounded slabs off ass in a way that would not be ignored. "Fuck me."
He didn't even respond, simply digging his fingers into the earth and ramming his rod straight in. She gasped as he filled her up, stretched her out, and made her orgasm right then and there. This didn't keep him from moving his hips with industrial strength as he began fucking Tsunade with all of his might, mashing her juicy cunt with thrusts packing the power to crumble islands. Tsunade wailed in pleasure as her deepest regions were kissed by his obscene cockhead, her fingers raking up rocky ground. Ichigo was so tough he didn't even notice his balls hanging low enough to scrape along the ground, only feeling their collisions with Tsunade's rump, bouncing under the force of his thrusts into her stretched-out snatch.
"Fuck!" Tsunade shrieked in pleasure, trying not to lose her voice to fuck-instilled euphoria. "Your cock is so much bigger in me!" She met his thrusts with the driving of her own thick hips. Every one of her sweet spots was getting hit at once as Ichigo bulged out her abs and left an outline the shape of his dick in her taut middle.
Ichigo didn't even know there were pussies that could take him all the way, as he rammed himself over and over into Tsunade's ultra-cunt. Any sensible woman would have run from his cock screaming, but Tsunade met his beast head-on, and it was going like a dream, the way her slick inner muscles wrapped around his broad, veiny fuckhammer and milked his dong as it was meant its whole life to do. Tsunade was a bombshell and a powerhouse all in one, and he imagined lesser men blew their loads hands free when it came to her, never mind getting to dig out her pussy while she thrashed about in joy with the first plunge.
While desperately clawing at her top, which flailed around to contain her boobs, Tsunade used her fine control over her muscles and flexed her insides around Ichigo's meat and gave it a squeeze. The stud shivered and tensed – and spurted another rope of white slop in Tsunade's guts. Tsunade could feel the head of his cock up behind her tits, reaching deep within her has it pushed and pulled his cock deep in and out of her, while her tits themselves wobble against his chest. Her first time cumming wasn't too far apart from her second; nor was that one left alone. She squirted like a virgin, getting stuffed beyond anything she'd ever known, or would know. Tsunade finally clutched the insides of her sports bra and used barely any strength at all to tear it open, letting her glorious tits spill against his chest, her solid nips tickling his abs directly as the full flesh of her milk tanks was against him. Their Juicy, heavy wobbles and brushes caught his notice, and he looked down as Tsunade's most famous parts of her bounced under the force of his tremor-inducing fucking.
Stimulated by the pleasure of the soft tit meat prodding his sexually hypersensitized body, he started fucking her even harder, something neither knew was even possible, ramming his cock with enough force to her tits jumping even higher, forcing himself to shuffle lower, until they bounced and smacked him in the face. He was muffled by the massive under flank of her supreme tit.
"Well?!" Tsunade managed to gasp out, as her guts were clogged by cock. "My tits aren't going to suck themselves!" Not a millisecond after saying that did she squeal in pleasure as he caught one of her thick, palm-filling nipples in his mouth and started slurping like milk really would come out, and it was his last meal! His lips were vacuum-sealed around Tsunade's puffy peaks, his slobber draining the tit-skin around his mouth while his tongue lathered her thick nipple in his drool. He could taste the salt of her sex-sweat, the same perspiration coating her smooth skin in a shine, just anothershowing how far deep Tsunade was in the most grueling fuck of her life, more demanding than a fight to the death! She was so euphoric she couldn't talk, only moan and scream on this titanic dick that fucked her hard enough to send full body jiggles through her massive curves and send them rebounding right back, only to be met with further ripples trhough her flesh!
Ichigo let go of her nipple with a wet *POP* and switched to the other, pressing his face deep into her tit as he latched onto her alternating peak, sucking on her previously overlooked, thumb-sized titty-cap. His grip went to the sides of her massive, smooth udders and squeezed them, molded them, and sank his powerful grip into the sides of her legendary pillows. This time he opened and closed his mouth, alternating between sucking and licking, and kissing the vast expanse of her breast. The movement and stimulation was all he had to keep himself from being paralyzed by the delight of his cock getting wrung out from knot head to his thick base, behind this woman's powerful core as almost a foot of him schlorped out and in with his dizzying mating pace.
Tsunade was not prepared for when he suddenly grabbed her ass again and scooped her off the ground, full-body lifting her, and forcing her to curl her legs around him and cling to his shoulders, digging her nails in as he went even deeper, cored her pussy out as she was dropped onto his cock! He didn't stumble, nor did he slow down. In fact, he took advantage of her position to keep burying his face between her pale, mammoth tits and moaning as he clobbered his hips upwards, spanking her asscheeks with his balls!
Tsunade stared at Ichigo through her view-blotting jugs, and would have smirked if her face wasn't distorted by euphoria. She enthusiastically shoved the back of his head until it was all the way into the cleft of her farmer's market melons, affectionately squeezed between a place many ninjas only dreamed of. She kissed the top of his head, as he basked in the vast, expansively titanic mounds of man-catching flesh with no equal in volume, knowing now without question how staggeringly pliable and fine they were. All legends of her tits, unrivaled across the hidden leaf village and throughout the villages beyond, he was discovering the truths of. His face was completely entrapped, sapping his will do do anything but fuck. Fuck! Fuck! As they smothered his head! Even with his oxygen seemingly cut off with no escape he refused to do anything but drive his cock through her squishy depths and turn her entire pussy into a G-spot.
"This is like nothing else!" Ichigo enthused, his voice muffled by titty, while Tsunade smothered her own heated moans in his orange hair. They both knew even they couldn't last for much longer, not under all this pleasure, with someone their sexual equal. But they continued full speed ahead, gritting their teeth as they clashed with their final moment of euphoria.
"You know what to do! Cum inside me!" She demanded, forcing the words through waves of pleasure. "Get me pregnant!"
Hearing these last three words drove this monumental stud over the edge and flying away from the cliff. Ichigo drove into her with a full-body pump, Tsunade's core clenched, Ichigo's cock met it with an explosive BULGE, and that was it. An obscene, fertile load into her willing, open baby chamber. He shuddered and clamped down, squishing his balls between Tsunade's sore rump as he exploded inside her. Tsunade clutched her cumflating belly as hot jizz instantly flooded into her womb, filled it, and stretched it. Ichigo fell on his back, rested her weight upon him, forcing the excess spunk to blast out the sides of her cunt and waterfall off the sides of their waists. Even after falling, he didn't stop thrusting until he'd fired every last shot, drained every last drop of his load into the super-busty beauty's womb – and then he let her drop herself, resting heavily on top of him. The pair wheezed for air, sweat matting Ichigo's bright orange hair. He pulled out of her, satisfied by the familiar way his juice gushed out of her opened-up fuck hole, a river right into the dirt. Their mouths gasped thick breaths just inches away from each other, their faces painted in ecstasy, their hands drifting across one another's bodies…
Ichigo gave Tsunade's ass a firm squeeze and kissed her on her full lips, lingering there for quite a moment. When they parted, saliva hung between their panting mouths. Tsunade's skilled tongue rolled out to stroke around his mouth, lathering him with tender, almost loving strokes, even sticking her tongue deep into his oral cavity. Ichigo cupped her cheek in a hand and locked lips with her, hungrily sucking on her soft, agile muscle.
After a moment of heated making out, Tsunade disconnected from him and rolled off his chest with a dull thud. The two of them sucked in heaves of air they had no idea was missing until now, too caught up in their thought-debilitating ecstasy. Tsunade especially couldn't believe it. She was coated in a thick sheen of sweat, her tits sloshed all over the place with her deep, desperate breaths, her tongue rolled out like a dog's, and she was too exhausted to even sit up, as her jizz-painted pussy stayed wide open, gushing extra man-milk. She, the fifth hokage, of the three sages, had been sent on her back, not by a godlike jutsu, not by an army of ninja, but by a one-on-one romp like she'd never known. Ichigo wasn't much better; his throat was bone dry, and he was definitely seeing spots. More than that, he was pretty sure he'd blown everything in his balls in a single orgasm. He'd never done that before, and he'd certainly never felt his balls empty, but they definitely were.
"Wow. Now that is a motherfucking cumshot." Tsunade spoke up, now having enough breath to speak.
Ichigo then remembered something important. "Hey, Tsunade. At the end there, you we're just talking, right? Trying to really rev me up?" He sat up on his haunches, despite his shaky arms, and looked at her nervously.
Tsunade chuckled. "Of course I was. Just because you're a breeder like no other doesn't mean you're ready to be a father." She not-so subtly put her hands on her stomach, feeling warmth bloom in her stomach, and her chest.
Can't let the Senju bloodline die out. See you next whenever!