Sasusaku Smut Week, Day 29: Monster
It seems so familiar to Sakura that she does not know how she got here or why Sasuke was enraged to see her. She knew she was hurt, too hurt to engage in any kind of combat. Her hand keeps reaching for her seal only to find nothing. She hastily looks back up from the battlefield ground. In her swimming vision, she only finds Sasuke's frightening form.
Sakura may have had the upper hand before, but she knows she's doomed. She can't move her legs and she's trying her damnedest to channel all her energy to staying upright on her elbows. She can't feel any of her chakra reserves to heal herself. Something is wrong.
Her attention is caught by Sasuke's stalking walk towards her. Vision still blurred at the edges; Sakura notices the shift in his physicality. Sasuke's hair grows wild, developing a silver-blue sheen where it once grew black. With every step, Sasuke's skin across his face and chest swirl in pigmentation. His skin greys with a deepening tone, reminding Sakura of how decomposing flesh looks like when poison has taken someone's life. His lips bled into the deep purple of frostbitten flesh. The smirk on his face widens to accommodate his widening canine teeth. His nails also mutate: sharpening, deadening. A black mark stretches across the skin covering his nasal cavity. In one final blink before he finishes his stride towards Sakura, the whites of his eyes gray and his irises bleed a sharper red than his Sharingan. A beat passes and his monstrous wings come into her view, whirling the air around her frail form.
Sasuke has activated the second form of his cursed seal. Sakura tried filling her lungs with air to scream, but no one heard a thing.
He leans down to her level on the ground, taunting her in her last moments of life. Though Sakura is sure she hasn't seen him like this before, something about this scene strikes her as familiar. It's like déjà vu, but she can't spend energy figuring it out. She's about to die, she's sure of it.
Sasuke's arm reaches out, pushing her like she's just another toy for him to play with. Sakura knows she's stronger than this. Wracked with tears in her eyes, sobs in her chest, and guilt in her heart, she pulls out a poisoned kunai from her side pouch and throws it at the eldritch horror before her.
But he's always been faster. Sasuke is stronger. The kunai vanishes from her field of view, as if it were never really there. Because she knows she could never hurt him. She's being ridiculous.
Sasuke leans his body over hers, the weight of him and his sins pressing down on Sakura's broken leg. She can't seem to find enough hair to breathe when she feels Sasuke's hand grasp her neck tightly.
She's dying. Sakura knows she's dying. She can't breathe. The nails on Sasuke's left-hand claw into her neck. The only sound filling Sakura's ears is her own gasps for air. She can feel her throat scratching for any draw of oxygen amid her chokes.
A new sound: something is shredding. Sakura assumes it's her flesh but finds herself in no additional pain. It stops and Sasuke's grotesque hand alleviates its chokehold slightly.
Her eyes clear for just a moment. In the moment of clarity, Sakura sees what is happening: Sasuke shreds her top with his right-hand claws, leaving slightly raised pink claw marks to mark the skin of her breasts.
Sasuke destroys the clip keeping her pink overskirt together when Sakura understands.
"Wait, Sasuke-kun!"
Sakura pushes back and puts her hands between them. She's lost her leverage and falls flat on her back.
"You don't have to do this!"
There's a pause. Hesitation from Sasuke. Sakura knows how rare it is for him to stop when he wants something. Though it's never been her that he wants.
Sakura is nothing if not smart: She moves her right hand to her side pouch to unravel and her left hand to the top edge of her black shorts. She knows she has Sasuke's attention; she just needs an idea of what to do with it so she can make her escape.
Battered and bloodied in a cracked battlefield, Sakura finds herself bare in front of a naked Sasuke. And she doesn't know what to do. He still says nothing, and it feels like there's pieces missing from her consciousness as he moves over her.
Sasuke's lips travel over the marks his claws left on her neck, a silent apology that is both repulsive and comforting to Sakura. She feels the pad of one of his fingers dance down her torso, teasing her. She feels compulsory chills run down her spine as his fingers find their destination: her sex hidden under pink curls. Sasuke's mouth runs down her neck to her chest, one of his sharp teeth snips her skin in his descent.
The tiny bead of blood that pools there should not faze Sakura; she's bled on the battlefield before. But seeing Sasuke's ghastly tongue lapping the small cut pulls a groan out from deep in her throat.
Two of his knuckles run back and forth over her clit. She sighs at the steady pattern of pressure Sasuke is giving the pearled nub. His mouth laves over one of her breasts while the claws of his other hand draw dangerous patterns across the other. She holds his head to her chest, where she wants him to stay.
She's never done this before: mixing pain with her sexual pleasure. She knows she's not safe. She knows she's getting hurt in the process of letting Sasuke give into his basest desires. Sakura knows that Sasuke will kill her after they are done. And she knows she'll let him.
Sasuke moves to connect his mouth to her sex. Sasuke's ministrations at the core of her pleasure become too much. His name spills from her lips as his lips lap up her slick heat. Sakura becomes undone faster than she thought she would. She should be repelled by the sight of Sasuke's horrific form feasting on her body. Sakura's medical training screams out as every part of his body shows signs of grotesque perversion. His clawed hands, his grisly skin, the gargantuan wings sheltering their bodies: there's nothing human there to hold on to.
And she likes it.
She likes that Sasuke is using her body. She likes his tongue running against her core. She likes how he seems to know how every caress and suckle on her body brings her closer to her orgasm. Pleasure coils inside her.
His name on her tongue transforms, from sighs to supplications. Begging him not to stop. Begging him to make her feel good.
The good nature in his lavender and red eyes as he sees her almost reach her orgasm has her chasing…
Wait.
'Lavender and red,' she thinks. 'Lavender and red? No, Sasuke's eyes are black and red.'
Sakura opens her eyes, pushing away the pleasure high she was chasing to get a good look at her husband.
'Husband?'
She looks up. His monstrous gaze breaks across his face, twisting its undead features. The last thing Sakura sees is Sasuke, teeth bared, launching himself to devour her.
"Sakura, wake up!"
She wakes up in their shared sleeping bag. Sakura feels overheated, overstimulated, overtouched.
"Sakura, you need to calm down."
She pushes herself away from everything, pulling away from the blankets covering her body. She pulls his cloak on and wraps it tightly around herself, enveloping herself in his scent.
"Sakura, listen to me. You were asleep."
She pauses. Allows herself to pull back into her body. She's not a teenager anymore. She's not hurt. She's not in some battlefield. She's in a forest campsite. She's pregnant. She's married. She's married to Sasuke.
Married. To Sasuke.
Her teary eyes look up. Pools of jade spill as she understands. Sasuke pulls her into his arm, worry fills his features.
"Oh. Oh, okay," Sakura catches her breath. "It was a dream."
Covering the top of her head under his chin, Sasuke replies, "sounded more like a nightmare."
Though Sakura knew her husband couldn't see, she hid the bright blush that blossomed on her cheeks. "Bit of both," she mumbles into his chest.
THE END.