Disclaimer: Naruto belongs to Kishimoto.
Ngl, this shit is dark and dirty. In my defense, think I have been reading way too many Korean novels.
For reference, Hanabi's birthday is on March 27th. Also, I think this might be the first time I wrote two characters' POV simultaneously without making any distinction. Hopefully it's not too confusing.
The young kunoichi ran at a steady speed among the trees. Trees beautifully covered by the abundance of bright-colored budding leaves.
Currently trekking her way back home, she estimated at this pace and with good weather, she could reach Konoha's Hidden Village in about four days. Enough to arrive on time for Hanabi's eighteenth birthday, as she had promised her beloved little sister she would.
Her long, dark cobalt blue hair blew in waves with the wind right at her tail, like a single angel wing, barely held together midway by a lilac scrunchy. It was getting too long, she determined, way past her hips. Perhaps she would ask Natsu-san to trim, and cut several inches to a more manageable length when she gets home. If the older Hyuga has the time.
She promised Hanabi to bake the birthday cake, a pretty one, and big enough for 15 or 20 people. A cake she planned to decorate with colorful meringue flowers and garnish with other real flowers from their own garden, in true fashion of a Spring birthday celebration. It was no secret among the Hyuga: Hinata-sama's baked goods were among the best across the village.
Naruto and Sakura...
They must have spoken heir wedding vows by now. She thought with no small degree of dejection. A dreamy, beautifully pink Spring wedding, just in time for the cherry blossom season in fitting honor of the rose-haired bride.
Naruto's resilient feelings for Sakura paid off.
The war was harsh on everyone, and she matured, as most people do after hardships. Having grown out of her juvenile obsession, and tired of waiting and waiting for the dark-haired Uchiha (who had yet to make any appearance around Konoha in years) to make any moves into her life, her love and focus ultimately shifted to the one that had always been there for her. The one man that had always given her unconditional love, support and devotion. He was always the one whom Sakura could rely on, always present, always kind and loyal, and who never willingly did anything to hurt her either, contrary to Sasuke.
Even Hinata had to sadly admit, they looked like such an adoring couple, along with their bright colored hairs, and even brighter personalities. Truly made one for the other. Leaving the young Hyuga lady behind to pick up the pieces of a broken heart, and broken girlhood dreams. She should have known back then, after her love confession, he was simply not interested.
Hinata had been invited, along with all the rest of the Rookie 9. An event that almost half of Konoha and some other foreign figures were likely to attend. However, it had been expected that Sasuke would not show up, and to a lesser degree, her as well.
It hurt. Tears poured on her bedsheets and pillows until she had no more to give. A mighty pain it is to love and to not be loved in return.
After much grief at the news, she came to the realization Naruto loved loud, bright, confident and outgoing type of woman, and just about everything she was not. Sakura had always been his muse and sun, and Hinata, contrary to her namesake, nothing more than a diaphanous moon. Quiet, mild, reserved and meek. A wallflower, and an introvert by nature. They were not compatible and would have never been happy together, or so she had been told by her close friends.
Perhaps they were right.
Now, it did not matter. She would never know. Naruto, the man she had loved since forever, as far back as a young girl, did not love her back. Hinata, in her own way, accepted reality and made her peace.
Prior her departure to the land of Iwagakure, she dutifully coordinated a wedding present be sent, along with an exquisite handwritten card wishing them heartfelt marriage blessings. A tasteful handcrafted porcelain dinnerware set, decorated with subdued sakura flowering branches and with gold monogrammed kanji letters depicting the virtues of makoto, tadashii, tsui-shin and kansha.
Her commission to the Hidden Rock Village involved an international three-month long assignment, training rookie ninjas in tracking, locating, and search and rescue missions. It was a good job, especially since she loved to teach. Well paid too, and it provided enough time away from Konoha to avoid such anticipated festivity, and bring about some form of closure, and peace within her soul.
A loud explosion, several miles Southeast from the road roused her abruptly out of her thoughts, and she came to a full stop. She heard subsequently a series of blasts, albeit smaller ones.
Worried and on the alert, she activated her Byakugan, but the conflict was located many miles away and way past her view range, and could only distinguish the aftermath of large and smaller scale burned grounds, and muddy craters.
This wasn't part of her mission, but this was Konoha's Land of Fire, and her, a proud Konoha ninja. As such, she ran towards battle.
•••
Sasuke's right knee fell to the ground and cursed, holding himself steady by the steel handle of his faithful chokuto, Kusanagi.
He could tell the poison, or drug, or whatever the hell it was he had eaten earlier was starting to manifest its effect and become stronger. His eyesight kept blurring, and was markedly losing chakra by the second, frustrated and unsure why, but knew any other man would be dead or unconscious by now.
Sasuke had been battling for over forty-five minutes. Blasted hundreds into oblivion, but the more time passed by, the more these... fucking creatures continued cropping up out of the ground, and simultaneously getting stronger.
He was certain they weren't Zetsu clones. They looked more like earth-nature shadow-clones, humanoid shapes covered in mud. He wasn't sure anymore. The longer he lingered, the more they kept appearing, almost out of nowhere. Frustrated, he had been unable to pick up on the source location. Even his Rinnegan could only go so far. At this rate he was either going to pass out, die, or both. He did not know what was their purpose, or why he had been targeted.
While on the search for an S-class fugitive around the Land of Water Falls, he started hearing strange rumors from local villagers. Something shady about a life extending drug, and had started investigating.
Hungry and weary from long traveling, he untimely decided to eat at a small and unassuming mom-and-pop diner on the roadside. He felt like a fool after noticing, almost immediately after a few sips of bitter green tea, the offensive bitter-sweet drug aftertaste. It was such a cheap shot too, as he strongly believed poison to be a weapon of cowards.
Apparently whatever amounts he consumed must have been sufficient, as he staggered practically right away. He looked around the premises, but the owners had disappeared, and eventually he left the shop. Immediately, he noticed the creatures charging at him.
The first few dozen were not a big deal, but as he started losing chakra and power, it increasingly became more difficult. No matter how much he burned, blasted, and maimed their bodies, the freaks continued coming back like zombies. He was certain their user must definitely be earth-nature chakra, because lightning seemed to be most effective.
A new barrarrage of kunai came his way. He grunted, frustrated, and held his sword tightly, but his hand trembled, and his eyes kept losing focus. He couldn't use Susanoo for protection either, having too little chakra left.
All of a sudden, a small woman jumped across him, providing much needed cover. Through blurry eyes, he thought her a winged angel for a silly moment. Both her arms were enveloped in blue chakra, and she danced in waves about herself, expelling easily the enemy's attack.
"Sasuke-kun!", she yelled, and he narrowed his eyes at her calling him out with such familiarity, when he noticed with some relief the Konoha's customary uniform.
"I'm drugged, or poisoned", he grunted out in response, gasping lightly for air. "These shadow-clones don't ever disappear... keep getting up, no matter how much I chop them off."
"Sasuke-kun... I don't think these are shadow-clones", of course, he had already been suspecting as much.
She looked sideways. Her profile looked somewhat familiar, but most importantly, the pale eyes disclosed her prominent family background.
Sasuke let out a small bitter laugh, and proceded to fall down unconscious to the muddy soil.
•••
He woke up tired and disoriented, and frowned looking around with a grim sense of foreboding at the almost pitch-dark surroundings.
He was imprisoned inside what appeared to be a cubic shaped chamber, which could not have been more than 20x20 in meters, and enveloped in mostly darkness with the sole exception of a small camping lantern, producing minimal amounts of light.
"Hi Sasuke-kun. How are you feeling?", the small voice of the Hyuga woman from earlier came near his side.
"I'm fine. What's this?", he asked gruff, sitting down. Feeling worn and frayed, he pressed the center area of his forehead with the palm of his hand trying to dissipate a headache.
"We are trapped", she announced and he stopped rubbing his forehead, feeling his stomach drop. "We have been here now for three hours and forty-six minutes", she explained.
She just sat there hugging her knees while sitting next to him, staring blankly into space.
"I removed these little devices from our bodies. I think their purpose was to drain us completely out of chakra", she directed his eyes to a large pile of tiny chips by the lantern. Sasuke frowned, grabbing a tiny piece to look at it carefully.
To run completely out of chakra was considered by many to be shinobi's biggest fear, specially if this happened in the middle of battle. The prospect of becoming so vulnerable, unable to utilize ninjutsu to defend yourself, was as much an existential dread as death itself.
"It was difficult even for me to notice them. They are very small and caused strange fluctuations in chakra patterns, so it looked like it was part of nature."
Sasuke shook his head.
They were indeed so tiny, it would take an individual with more than impressive eyesight to distinguish them in a middle of a fight. Was it metal, or plastic? He could not even tell.
"They are made of rare-earth metals. A mix of copper, cobalt, lithium and nickel. I believe." She let out a tired sigh.
"These other ones", she presented a similar device but slightly larger, "were attached to the hearts of the bodies..." she faltered, noticeably disturbed, "they weren't true clones, but more like a mud-clone of sorts, made out dead bodies...", that would explain some things.
"The only way to stop them from reanimating was by physically removing them, located right inside the heart's aortic valve..."
"I could not find a mastermind behind the attack. Everyone attacking us seemed to be just a mud-zombie. Whoever it is, they must be an earth-nature user for sure. I tried to figure out how they could be controlled with no one in sight and...", she faltered.
"I think they were using our own chakra", she let out a small sigh of distress. "I think all these little devices interconnect somehow, which means–"
"The more chakra we have, the more they absorb, and the stronger they become", he finished her sentence.
"...right..."
She first made sure his body was stable, and not dying. "Whatever they gave you, it wasn't poisonous. Just a strong tranquilizer to put you out of commission."
"Where are we?", his brows creased further.
"I...I'm not sure... I could not determine, I'm so sorry. We are underground, somewhere around earth's upper mantle. My chakra levels were very unstable right before completely fading out. We could be hundreds or thousands of meters down... There is no exit, no vents, surrounded by steel reinforced concrete three feet thick, and just... nowhere to go."
"How did we end up here?"
"They used these...", she displayed some ripped papers under the light.
She did not say, but she fought hundreds of the creatures before they were able to land a single piece of paper right on her blind-spot, transporting her body almost immediately inside the dark chamber. Sasuke's comatosed body appeared a second after.
"Seem to be some kind of reverse-summoning papyrus paper. There was one on each wall, and one on the ceiling."
"I ripped them all out. But after analyzing them, there is nothing I can do with them. Even if we knew the hand-seals needed to activate them... they appear to be just one way.
"There are some dead bodies here too...", she visibly shivered.
That would also explain the stuffy smell. He looked at a corner and saw the mound of huddled, dried up bodies. Maybe three or four, he could not tell. Who knows how long they had been there. Vanished from total existence. Family likely wondering where they had gone.
"What's your natural chakra?" he asked after a while, gloominess and dark imagery clouding his spirit.
"Fire... and yours Sasuke-kun?" she asked gently.
"Lightning."
They both understood what was left unsaid. Being underground would make it the hardest for their natural chakra to restore. It was common knowledge being closer to your natural element was always best.
"Your eye... ", he knew which eye she referred to, "could it get us out of here?" she asked hesitant.
"Yes... but I'm completely drained."
"I understand..."
"Do you happen to know how long... how long would it take for you to...", Sasuke understood even without her finishing her sentence.
"Last time it took weeks", right after his last, and almost fatal fight with Naruto.
"Ohhh...", they both knew they did not have weeks left. Perhaps just days. With barely any food and water, and limited oxygen capacity.
Hinata's body trembled as she exhaled shakily some air.
"Even if I regain some of my chakra, I don't have the power to dug us out here... too far down from the surface", she faltered, and placed some items next to him in offer.
"This is my left-over water", her bottle was two-thirds empty, which she had planned on refilling at her next stop, "and food", a small can of meat, a packet of crackers and a small sealed bag of dried nuts.
"We have a better chance of survival and leaving if you can manage to recuperate some of your chakra, and get us both out of here." A bag containing a few soldier pills also joined the little pile.
He studied her features through the dim light, of fine, understated beauty, as if trying to analyze her character. He also thought about her words for quite a long time, but could not find fault with her reasoning, and logical conclusion of the situation.
Sasuke was at least grateful, at the very least, he seemed to be stuck in this hell-hole with a level-headed, (and for once) rational female.
•••
Sasuke was starting to lose his mind.
The first two days he paced irritable around the small area, growing tired of sitting on the hard, musty and uninviting cold ground, stopping periodically to do some burpees, push-ups and sit-ups. He slammed fiercely the walls here and there, in anger and frustration.
Hinata didn't berate, but would gently remind him from her small, cosseted sitting form, it was best if he could conserve his energy.
On the third day, he severely cracked one of the concrete walls with his bare fists. Enraged, he punched madly for several minutes before Hinata's soft, calming voice dissuaded him from continuing such madness.
Calmly, she explained the dangers of building collapse and the chamber caving into crumbles, if the supporting walls failed due to the stronger exerting forces of gravity at such deep ends of earth, as she tended patiently to his bleeding hands. And no matter how much he scowled, he could not find fault with her mild manners and words.
She kept quiet most of the time, but sometimes she would talk about her little sister, who awaited her at home. Her father, who was finally showing her more affection. And her beloved Neji nii-san, who she still strived to make proud, wherever his spirit might be.
She also had the nerve to even try to console him, offering unnecessary words of encouragement that he cynically refused to believe. Telling him that he was loved, and how much Sakura and Naruto hoped for his return.
Occasionally, she meditated in silence. Sometimes, she sobbed in quiet dignity.
With nothing better to do, but ruminate, it did not take him very long to remember her from his Academy days. A mousey thing. A girl that for once he could not remember ever chasing him around, professing inane love confessions. Hinata... a woman who is gentle, kind, and not at all annoying.
Eventually, almost as an afterthought, he took pity on her small shivering form, tucked tight against herself by the floor, and offered his body's warmth. She accepted grateful, and sat quietly across him, where his large chest pressed against her back.
He liked touching her. He came to conclusion after a little while, and she didn't seem to mind. He rubbed her arms at times, whenever she shivered. And would hold her cold hands in his. Small but strong. He could feel some healed bruises and callouses.
He learned the feel of her skin, the steady rhythm of her heart, and the faint, pleasing scent of lavender coming from her nape; the width of her hips, and her waist; the thickness of her arms, that diminished in mass as the days passed by. They slept pressed against each other, sharing warmth. His head leaning down on a small shoulder at times, for hours and days on end.
•••
Lethargy seeped his bones, but Sasuke craved violence.
"There might be a way... that could potentially stimulate my chakra...", he whispered suddenly from behind by her ear, and her eyes fluttered open, head lifting up slightly.
They knew they were going to die, but had continued sitting together to keep warm, their bodies pressed one with the other for so long, it did not feel weird or awkward anymore. She felt nebulous, but still sensed a vague, dark, and foreboding presence in the way he spoke.
Disoriented, Hinata had lost complete track of time. Has it been hours or days? Is Hanabi's birthday today? Was it yesterday or is it tomorrow? She wasn't sure of anything anymore.
Hinata sighed weakly, daring not hope.
His shoulder length hair tickled her shoulders when his lips brushed lightly over her neck, and his arms tightened around her body. Hinata felt goosebumps, but too tired and weak to even build up any sense of apprehension. What was the point? They were going to die trapped in this cold underground hell anyways.
"How so... Sasuke-kun...?", she questioned turning her head slightly towards him, and felt his breath, warm on her neck and shivered lightly, and she wondered idly why he had not mentioned such before. That is, unless...
"Sex", she gasped and felt her stomach do an uncomfortable flip.
Ah... that would explain. She thought sadly, bitting her dry lips. Her head dropped down again in defeat.
The silence was deafening, broken only by her jagged breathing.
"I don't understand...", she asked finally after a while. It sounded surreal, but everything that had been going for the past few days have felt anything but reality.
"It could be a hidden force of chakra activation... or so I've read." It wasn't complete bullshit. He had read such thing once, very long ago while browsing through Orochimaru's personal library. Sasuke simply did not believe it could be possible.
In a not so distant past, he learned quite a number of insane theories, concepts, and jutsus from Orochimaru's forbidden scrolls. Some of it he had used. Others, he discarded believing it to be too absurd to be true. And some were so evil, that even he dared not to entertain. It was during those times when hatred and immaturity clouded judgements, and his insatiable quest for power knew no bounds.
He had scoffed and laughed at such preposterous idea back then. Why did he had to remember about such things now...?
"So... it's never been tried...?", she asked tentatively, feeling dazed and lightheaded at the mere idea, and even amazed that she was even entertaining such thing.
"I have never tried... Not for this purpose, so I don't know", but Sasuke vaguely remembered he tended to get pretty energetic after a night of sex.
"D-do you think it might work Sasuke-kun?" she asked in the end, her voice was so low, he thought for a moment he had imagined it.
"It might", but he seriously doubted it.
Sick and tired of sitting for hours on end, he needed to do something. Just anything. Fucking would surely kill them. They were hungry, dehydrated and losing oxygen as it was, and he was slowly and surely loosing the last few remaining threads of sanity.
To sit tight, and wait patiently for his chakra to return and reserves to replenish... Sasuke decided he either fucks her, or he kills himself.
Hinata was more than just a little terrified.
She trembled within his arms, shivering, and not just from the insidious cold. She faltered and despaired. There was fear of the unknown, hesitation wrapped in doubt and skepticism. But nothing much mattered, and could barely think properly things through anymore.
"D-do what you think you must Sasuke-kun...", she trailed off. He thought he heard wrong.
He was going insane, he decided, feeling a light pleasant burn at the pit of his stomach.
"Are you sure Hinata?", he called her by her given name for the very first time, and his hands that originally rested on her lap moved, and tightened around her waist.
"If there is a small possibility... even one as small such as this... Then yes", she added with a little voice. "At least I'll know we tried everything we could..."
And what was a light burn became a furnace, spreading around his lower belly. He hardened inside his pants, cock throbbing in irrational anticipation.
"Are you sure?" He asked again, while daring fingers played with the fly of her pants. "I will not stop once I start", he warned darkly. He would not stop, even if she begged him to.
No, she wasn't sure of anything, but answered a weak "yes" anyways.
Sasuke did not bother to even turn her body around. His desperate fingers yanked open buttons and pant zippers, breaking some in the process, and rolled them forcibly down past her thighs.
His much larger body loomed behind when he dragged her trembling body and sat her on him, her knees bent down on the floor, feeling weak and helpless atop his warm and now naked lap. A pair of strong, calloused hands grabbed her thighs roughly and pushed them apart, spreading her legs wide open, ripping carelessly some of the fabric bunched around her knees.
He was ridiculously hard. His cock stood fully erect, visible blood vessels pulsating viciously, and tip already wet with pre-cum impatient to enter the soft, curvaceous body above him.
Hinata stiffened as the hot flesh brushed against her soft wetness, and he shuddered in pleasure as he felt the heat coming off of it.
"Have you done this before?" he asked gruff, on the verge of rushing excitement.
"N-no..." her small voice was a light whisper into the darkness, and he cursed inwards at the unexpected reply. He was not going to hold back, he determined. If he's to die here trapped like a dog, he will die a fucking happy dog.
He gave no warning as he gripped the thick base and pressed against the tender lips of her opening. Hinata squeezed her eyes shut and shook her head lightly. She suffocated under the harsh pressure squeezing at her entrance, so small, that it almost pushed him out.
Their lower bodies trembled greatly in unison as they connected. A man and a woman standing at extreme ends. She let out a sharp moan of pain, too weak to scream, and he groaned in pleasure.
It was that pain that snapped her back to reality sharply. It hurt so much, the thick shaft filling her so utterly she could barely breathe. But Hinata did not complain. She never asked him to stop.
"Relax", he groaned, licking the tender skin under her ear, and she felt her eyes water. Her throat tightened from holding in a scream, suffocating under his pressure.
"Let me in", he said through gritted teeth, and she struggled in pain as he thrusted up, stretching past the limits of her virgin flesh.
He drove a stake between her legs, and she let him, tears silently rolling down her heated cheeks. She mourned in her affliction, the agony at the loss of innocence, and girlhood dreams and hopes.
He withdrew slowly with a hiss, and entered anew. Each new thrust reaching deeper, gaining space. It took several tries, many whimpers and groans, as he tore through her until his muscular pelvis touched her plump behind, hitting the deepest parts of her womb with one last stroke.
It was a nice round behind too, full-toned and it curved off her back in an enticing feminine manner. A tiny waist and shapely thighs spread open across his lap completed the enticing ensemble, but all he cared about was getting his cock in as deep as humanly (or inhumanely) possible.
She wrapped him in a soft, tight warmth and a wet mess of velvety pleasure. Her pretty little pussy, tighter than the most gratifying butt-holes he had ever fucked.
Pulling out most of his cock out of her, he grabbed her hips before slamming right back, causing her to scream, and he began ramming her mercilessly, each thrust sending wave after wave of shocking pain through her body as she cried and moaned above him. He made sure that with every push he was fully buried in her, their lower bodies smacking against each other as he hit her natural end, over and over again. He could feel all of her juices dripping down his balls, and Sasuke decided in that instant, he was both, in heaven and hell.
He pounded without holding back, moving his waist like an animal in heat, attacking her roughly. Her eyes were out of focus, and she was mostly out of it by that point. She could do nothing but hold onto him weakly. Her arms had tried to reach into the darkness, reaching for anything but coming up empty, until she finally leaned down, hands falling on the muscular thighs underneath her, as her body gave in to the multiple assaults against it.
Sasuke, a man of few words and otherworldly masculine beauty. Generally calm and collected, but he enjoyed sex, just like any other testosterone driven young man.
Unlike what many would think, he was not a man-whore. It wasn't his fault women willingly spread their legs for him. Sometimes, all it took was just one look... And he fucked in the same manner he fought, with passion and violence. But he had never dealt with clumsy, inexperienced women, and it was obvious she knew nothing about intercourse.
It wasn't an act of love, but one of necessity and insanity. Fucking until she broke, or until he broke himself. To fuck until colapse, was all he cared for.
It took a while before a small measure of rationality returned and his eyes followed the pleasing lines of her curves under the ever diminishing light. He buried his face into her neck, kissing and biting the soft skin roughly, and continued moving wildly.
The space became filled with groans, thin whimpers and skin smacking on skin.
•••
Hinata whimpered. Her body numb as she laid naked under his complete mercy.
She was down on her chest, and hips raised up in the air gripped tightly by large callous roughened hands. The nude fleshy mounds pressed uncomfortable against the hard floor, protected only by the pieces of torn fabric from what was formerly her uniform. Her long, previously shiny and healthy hair, stuck to her skin in a matted mess, and her body drenched in sweat. The fat droplets rolled down her arms and her back, intermingling with sex juices that flowed thickly down her legs.
It wasn't just the force that tugged at her scalp, or the unbearable heat and thickness that penetrated her bottom repeatedly. Above all, it was the harsh speed at which he moved...
She wriggled beneath him, fingers clawing with desperation at the hard concrete.
After his first climax, it had not been enough.
At some point he had torn all of their clothes, the ripped fabric laying strewn around them. Sasuke had creamed her insides so many times, yet he continued moving his body with even more force than before. Madness having taken over, he held no restrains despite knowing it was the woman's first time, going in deeply with every hip movement and pounding the sweet flesh below to his heart's content.
Squelch, squelch.
He knelt behind, right arm circling her hip, and other hand wrapped tightly around her long hair, her body arching-back, and keeping her well positioned, as he rammed her harder. Deeper. Cum spilled and sputtered down both their thighs with every clench and thrust of hips.
Her ass was simply amazing, and her docility made his lust boil over. The round mounds bouncing jerkily every time he rammed his cock. The slapping wet sounds of their joining, music to his ears. No love, or romance. It wasn't lovemaking, but a primal need to conquer, possess and forget.
He came mightily with a loud groan. The pleasure of his release curving his back. Intense, painful, addictive pleasure flooding him at once, and his hips slowed its back-and-forth movement until he came to a sudden stop.
He turned her over, and her body slumped sideways in a mess of feeble limbs. He panted heavily as he looked down at her pretty mess. Dirty, sweaty, and thoroughly screwed, with cum splattered all over her lower body.
"Sas-su-ke-kun...", she whimpered uncertain, "please..." Please what? he thought, breathing hard still. Stop? Fuck harder? He wanted to fuck her even harder.
Nothing mattered anymore. No conscience or thoughts on Konoha, revenge, Uchihas or Hyugas, Naruto or Sakura. Death imminent. Was there anything ever good or meaningful in his short, pathetic life?
He was tired, but he wanted her again. To abandon himself to the sweet madness of her wet, tight insides. Her taste, the answer to all his emptiness.
He kissed her lips roughly, stifling her voice. He worked his mouth from her throat to her slim shoulder. Moving lower, he trailed kisses down to her breasts. He licked his way around the large and round aureoles, and sucked them greedily. He normally didn't discriminate breast size, but there was something just so gratifying about a good pair of tits...
He moved her body again, slipping his hands under her hips and wrapped her weak legs around his waist, and with a loud groan and without preamble, he penetrated her body anew.
•••
"Pl-please Sa-Sas-suke-kun... no more...", she had pleaded with a weak voice several times, but her words would fall in deafening ears. Tears dry on her cheeks as she had no more precious fluid to give. Death was all but a certainty, and at this point, her suspicion that this was all a lie weighted heavy on her hazed conscience.
He would kiss and hush her protests away, his teeth would bite with hunger the soft skin of her neck and under her jawline. Sasuke Uchiha was an insatiable animal.
He surrounded her. Her body tightly pressed by both his arms around her back, and her backside held in tight grasp controlling their hip movements. He drove in deep in such position, working his pleasure. His thick, heavy member reaching the most hidden and vulnerable parts of her being.
She had nowhere to run, no strength to escape this strange stranglehold she found herself in, like a little rodent caught by a temible python. Perspiration intermingled between their pressed chests, and their entire bodies laid drenched, as if they had stood under a downpour.
Hinata's face was pink and flushed, gasping for a bit of breath. Her body jerking like a rag doll, up and down on his lap, as his hard body pressed up and rubbed against bouncing breasts and sensitive nipples. Sloppy and undignified noises mixed in with pants, grunts and moans. Her arms around his neck and shoulders, and fine fingers digging at his back, while unsteady legs wrapped around his middle, her only hold to reality.
She felt numb, unable to even feel where her body ended and his started. She thought of Hanabi, and the pretty cake she had wanted to bake for her baby sister. The pretty flowers she would have used from their grandma's butterfly garden. All the sweet treats she would have prepared for the little Hyuga children. She thought of Natsu-san, who would normally stay with her after a long mission, helping her groom and detangle her traditionally long Hyuga hair. Her father's face, telling her for the first time he loved her...
Water in her eyes blurred the world around her. It was all a crazy mess, she thought faintly as her eyes fluttered shut. She laid her head atop a sweaty shoulder, hugging Sasuke's much larger body as a false sense of security overwhelmed her body. All Hinata wanted was to curl up, sleep, and never wake up.
Sasuke slowed his exertions, and started rolling his hips, grinding tight circles against her, stroking and pressing his cock as deep inside as humanly possible.
The man inside her caused all her thoughts to be erased. Even as she struggled with shame, she could feel the heat of his body against her cooler flesh, her toes tingling and curling.
Her breathy sounds turned to whines, but he held steady, as a bizarre pressure built between her thighs and in her belly, while he continued rolling his hips in such maddening fashion. A sudden burst of sensation, from her spine down to her womb, and back to her fingers and toes. She clenched and sobbed, uncontrolled hips buckling, letting out a long drawed up cry with her very first orgasm.
She squeezed him hard, gripping his length almost painfully, massaging with an intimate caress that made him wild. A spark of bright light flashed behind his eyes as his pleasure went on, more intense than anything he had experienced before. He was still gripping her hard when the last of his orgasm ended, filling her to the brim with the very last drop of seed.
Her slippery body slid off his and out of his grasp, and they both collapsed forward into a heap on the floor. A wet mess coated his balls, the tops of his thighs, and between his legs. It pooled and spattered on the floor beneath them.
He held steady his body above hers, as his eyesight changed patterns and colors, clouded by moisture gathered around his eyes. Power surged through his veins, tomoes swirled, and his fists slammed the concrete floors at each side of the woman's body. Lightning sparked, and it cracked the grounds.
Sasuke let out a savage yell. A growl of stunned triumph, shaking the very foundations they stood on.
Spent and jaded, but renewed in spirit, he got to his knees, and gathering the small, quivering being laying under him right up in his arms, he took hold of his small knapsack laying close by with a vague thought, and disappeared.
May God forgive my soul """""/
- Makoto, Tadashii, Tsui-shin and Kansha, stand for Shinto principles of Truth, Justice, Hard-work and Gratitude.
Soooooo, if you read all the way down to the end of this chapter, and plan to continue reading my story further, all I got to say is: Welcome! Welcome! My fellow degenerates (BUAHAHAHA!!!
But seriously guys, your reviews have been amazing! Thank you!!!
sasuhina479: Dear, I'm so sorry, I have been saying for years I will be translate some of my older stuff, and I never quite sit down and do it. Maybe this will be the year!!! (Fingers crossed)
Portside Crowds: I feel you, cause I know there are so many good stories out there that never got finished. I originally planned this story to be just drabbles, something light to get me into habit of writing something daily, but then it became a whole thing. I initially planned on completing this story before posting, no mater how long it took (even if it took me months or years) because I didn't want to leave it hanging or have to go back and change things. But then I got super antsy about it, said fuck it. The name of the fic you mentioned sounds familiar, so I looked it up in my liked stories but I didn't see it, so now I'm gonna have to check it out lol. This fic was actually kind of inspired by this short one-shot called Prisión by Agridulce Luna (she writes short stories, but her writing style is lovely). It's a Spanish, modern AU where Sasuke and Hinata end up kidnapped and having to live together for 3 months. Anywho, thanks for the support!
Koen D: To answer your question, initially I was thinking 5-7, but I keep adding stuff to my outline so it might end up somewhere around 10. Not sure yet. I'll see where it goes. Definitely won't be a long story, I can't do those. "The plot is interesting and a little cliché" - giiiiirrlll, that's my specialty lmao! But the Oroshimaru bit was added just to advance the initial plot, and for some comedic relief cause I'm a clown. He won't really be having much to do in the future, lol.