Unwed Omega Kunoichi over the age of 18 are forbidden from taking missions outside the bounds of their natal village, and no Kage or team captain will offer such assignments.

Claimed Omega Kunoichi who have not yet married their Alpha partner will only be allowed to take missions alongside their mate.

All Omega ninja no matter their marital status are prohibited from taking part in seduction missions.

Any Alpha individual who takes part in sexual relations with an Omega, including but not limited to penetration, biting and/or genital touching will be persecuted under the charges of aggravated sexual assault.

"How badly do you want the Uchiha bastard to return?"

They spent the entire afternoon plotting away multiple plausible scenarios under which she could use her newfound influence on Sasuke. As elated as she was to be finally included in such conversations, she still found it hard to believe she would actually have any sort of power over him.

Kakashi suggested a focus on stealth, trying to get as close to their target before he was able to smell her and deduce what was going on. The Hokage, on the other hand, preferred brute force: she was certain her student could reduce her target to a pulp (and it was even possible his hormones would keep him from fighting back). Sakura, remembering her lessons, put in her two cents: Omegas produced a certain scent under stress which was increasingly difficult for her Alpha to ignore as time went on. If they were able to track Sasuke down, and inconspicuously fake a scenario under which Sakura needed rescuing, she was mostly certain he would come to her aid.

"So eager to play damsel in distress again, huh? Have I taught you nothing?" Her shishou's comments made her toes curl into her boots, and kept her from brainstorming any more ideas.

Something was at least certain: whichever plan they chose, now was not the time to deploy it. According to the latest intelligence on Sasuke, he had just put together a team to hunt Itachi. If he was successful, that was one less problem for Konoha to deal with later on. Sakura did not want to consider what would happen if the Akatsuki member came out victorious.

Their best bet was to monitor him closely and be prepared to act swiftly; a notoriously difficult feat to achieve, as the youngest Uchiha was known for his elusiveness. This was fine by Sakura, as she felt there was still much she needed to understand before facing her former teammate.

After a short break where Shizune brought them snacks and beverages (one including more liquor than the other two), they kept on fine tuning the details of Sakura's newfound sexual status.

"It won't be easy, but Naruto must be kept in the dark", Kakashi said. "We've been lucky so far, but if we don't take measures, he's bound to find out sooner rather than later." Both women nodded their heads in agreement.

"We have one big advantage, besides his general obliviousness. He hasn't been trained as an alpha and so he won't recognize the signs of your transformation - as long as he can't smell you"

Two vials of a translucent liquid were taken out from the first drawer in her desk by Tsunade. "The thing is", the Hokage said, "we don't have a safe way to change your gland excretions without compromising your reproductive health. So what we'll do instead is camouflage your smell."

What happened next was an intricate lesson in bodily functions which came down to the following: Sakura would have to inject herself weekly with the aforementioned two vials - one infused with a bacteria that sat on the apocrine glands and changed one's natural smell. The second was a stress regulator, and although it wouldn't change actual stress levels ("But you need to develop that one next, Tsunade-sama. Most genin sensei will be thankful for it") she wouldn't produce the hormone that gave her status away.

Sakura did not enjoy messing with her endocrine system, so she made a mental note to research other options - even when she knew it was unlikely to come up with something her mentor hadn't thought of before and discarded for one reason or another. "Sounds good, Tsunade-shishou. Anything else I should know about?"

Team 7's teacher scratched his head, with an uncomfortable look on his face. "Oh, this is going to be awkward. Here, have this", he said while he handed her a small container that looked like one of the night creams Sakura's mother had in her vanity. She opened it, and she could immediately tell it smelled like…

"This is just as an extra safety measure, but you should have it on you in case you find yourself in a vulnerable situation". Why would she ever need to smell like Kakashi unless…?

"Oh. Gross". No way in hell she was going to walk around her hometown smelling like her teacher. Disgusting! "I don't wanna insult you sensei, but you smell like a wet dog. And I don't want people to believe I'm shagging my teacher!"

Kakashi couldn't look more uncomfortable if he tried.

Two afternoons later, she was invited over to the Yamanaka state to chaperone for Ino and her betrothed. Even though Sakura had not grown up in a traditional clan, her training under the Hokage had included several high tea ceremonies with diplomats, envoys from different countries, and even once with his Excellency the Fire Daimyo, so it was safe to say she knew a thing or two about such events.

Arriving at her friend's house, she was taken away: the setting was the most beautiful she had ever seen. A soft but enticing smell of jasmine surrounded her the moment she stepped into the tearoom. The lighting was soft, and a delicate breeze swayed the noren curtains back and forth. As expected, the room was filled with delightful flowers: white lilies, apple blossoms, and pink camellias were all Sakura could identify. She was certain there was a precise meaning behind the arrangements, but she was not as proficient in the art of flower messaging to uncover it.

Granny Yamanaka and Ino were there already, displaying their similar character by bossing around the servants. "Fuyuko-san, for the last time, the lanterns go every other window! Am I supposed to do everything here? Oh, there you are Sakura-chan! I thought I would have to send an errand boy to fetch you!", Granny said while pinching Sakura's cheeks and straightening her yukata. "Much better. Oh, the fun I'll have designing your tea appointments next year! Your mother won't mind, will her? I am aware you lack a proper tea room in your house"

"Oh Granny!" Ino had come to her rescue. "You'll have plenty of time to bug her about her engagement once mine is over. Come over here, you, I gotta show you my new kimono!". Being pulled by a very eager blonde, Sakura barely had time to mumble her greetings and assuring the Yamanaka elder her mom would have no complaints about her help.

Once in her friend's chamber, she spotted her lovely lilac kimono, placed perfectly on its own mannequin. Ino's hair had been set into a low bun, which exposed her creamy neck and nape, and her makeup was barely there, no doubt trying to deceive her visitor into thinking she had none on. An expensive looking bottle of perfume sat on the desk where what looked like hundreds of hair pins were scattered around.

What seemed hours later, Ino finished getting ready. She looked spectacular - a vision in lavender, a sweet-smelling, bright-eyed creature who would undoubtedly ensnare the imagination and desire of her soon-to-be companion, if it hadn't already. "You are the most beautiful being that has ever stepped foot on this village, my good friend". Sakura did not often compliment Ino, but today even she felt the need to acknowledge the sight that was before her.

"I've tried telling you for ages now, so I'm glad you've finally come to your senses". It was good to see Ino remained as humble as ever.

"Sakura darling, please pass the sugar" Only before a member of the opposite sex would Ino ever refer to her friend as "darling", but Sakura schooled her expression into a soft smile instead of the scowl she instinctively wanted to make .

"Oh, please allow me", did the Hyuuga ninja say with a suave smile on his face, and passed the sugar bowl to his fianceé.

The tea ceremony was almost at its end. The dolled-up Omega had done a remarkable job, serving the tea in the most captivating of ways, and it was clear her target had fallen prey to her charms. Judging by the muted blush on her face anytime said target had looked at her too directly, it was safe to assume Ino was also appreciative of the man's looks and stance.

Sakura accepted this was not half as bad as she had initially assumed it would be. Where she thought she'd find a haughty lad, bragging at having gotten the most beautiful flower for himself, she'd found an almost shy man, who seemed bewitched by his intended, wanting nothing else than the validation of knowing she was enthralled by him too. "I'll give it to him", Sakura thought. "It's quite cute the way in which he's obviously trying to impress her".

When it was time to say their goodbyes, and Granny Yamanaka stepped briefly out of the room, leaving Sakura to guard the lovely pair on her own, she was stunned again. Alpha pheromones - it was her first time smelling them, but she recognized them instinctually. Expecting the male ninja to pounce on his victim, Sakura readied herself - her hand in the back of her neck, reaching for the senbon she always kept in her updo every time she was in formalwear.

The tension was palpable, and to Sakura's embarrassment, so was their sexual attraction: dilated pupils, red cheeks, slightly open mouth. Their desire was written on their faces, open for their counterpart to see. But instead of groping or even kissing her (which looking at the dreamy expression in Ino's face, was her objective), Kō gave a low bow, looking intently into her betrothed eyes, and murmured a soft "See you soon, Yamanaka-san"

"Call me Ino, please"

"I couldn't be so forward, Yamanaka-san… I'll be seeing you next time. Please take care". With a cheeky expression on his face, he turned around and left the building.

Good to know chivalry wasn't dead.

That night, the overstimulation of Sakura's senses was reflected in her dreaming.

She was in a big room, sitting in a big chair. "Where are my feet?" she wondered, looking down. "I distinctly remember having feet". She started peeling away the layers of her red kimono, but more and more kept appearing. Suddenly, a servant in white entered the room.

"Do you have any idea what happened to my feet?", she asked the lady. The woman had stitches all over her face; she looked more like a rag doll than a human.

"I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry, child! I'm sorry we don't have a tea room!", the strange human doll cried out, and reaching Sakura, handed her a dainty hand mirror. "I'm sorry, child!"

Ignoring the woman, Sakura gazed into her reflection: she too had stitches all over her body. "My feet must have fallen off, then". Out of the room, a high pitched screech made her drop the object.

"Unladylike! A proper young woman is never sitting down with her legs uncrossed!" Magically, the room peeled away its walls to uncover a long table with hundreds of girls sitting alongside it. Granny Yamanaka, who'd grown a lantern in lieu of a head, was manically correcting everyone's table manners. "You mustn't sweat!". Next girl: "I shouldn't be able to see your elbows unless you're drinking your tea!". Next girl: "your hair it's too big. Shave it away! Oh, I hear them coming. Here they come ladies! Remember your lessons". The girls giggled excitedly, and one after the other were taken away by huge birds, picked up with their glistening talons.

And so was Sakura, whose bird took her to a big arena, where hundreds of people clapped and howled after her arrival. Genma, the jounin, was there, chewing on his long toothpick.

"Ladies and gentlemen", he voiced unexcitedly as ever, "welcome to the chunin exam finals". More shouting and whistling. "Competitors, your job is simple enough: a fight to death" - the crowd roared- "with a very special prize for the winner" A big, blinding light fell on Sakura. At this moment she noticed she was no longer wearing the kimono, but a skimpy two-piece swimsuit.

Row after row of ninja fought to death, and when they fell, their open eyes were stuck on Sakura. She tried screaming and moving, but a voice behind her repeated "Keep still. Keep silent", and she was unable to refuse. The arena had more and more cadavers as time went on, and finally, one fighter stood proud, with dark hair and clothes.

"And the winner is…", the stadium's speakers announced loudly, "Sasuke Uchiha! Go claim your prize!" A staircase appeared out of thin air, and like a hunting panther, Sasuke took step after step until he was in front of her. He looked her in the eyes, and came closer, and closer, and closer…

When he was millimeters away from her face, he made a face of revulsion. "Disgusting", he said in his ever cool tone. "You smell like wet dog"

Sakura woke up in a cold sweat.

Days later, the first opportunity to use her alleged Omega influence made its appearance: Team 7 and Team 8 were after Sasuke and Hebi, his new team.

"C'mon guys", Naruto was bursting at the seams. "Let's go hunting".

Naruto's excitement was short-lived. They couldn't get to Sasuke fast enough - he'd killed his brother and left no trace behind, reappearing shortly wearing the enemy's robes and capturing Killer B, Kumogakure's jinchūriki. Then, if things weren't demoralizing enough, Jiraiya had gone after Akatsuki only to be brutally killed by Pain. And merely days later, the most terrifying day in Sakura's life came to pass: Konoha was under attack.

"Thank you, Naruto"

The monitor perched on the IV pole beeped away. The lights were dim, and no nurse dared entering the medical tent without being respectfully silent.

There laid the Fifth Hokage, each of her students kneeling by a side of the futon, and TonTon on its foot. Even though three of the best medical minds of the entire ninja world were there, nothing could be done to bring the Mighty Tsunade out of her coma.

Tsunade's skin, not long ago taut and creamy, now resembled an old sheet of papyrus, left too long in the sun. Her face still didn't reflect her biological age; when before she could be confused for a 20-something years old maiden, the stress and viciousness of the fight had transformed her into an old prune - a decaying artifact from times past.

"I'm going to get some fresh air, Shizune". Sakura stood up and left. She was disoriented: nothing was quite like it used to be now that the village was being rebuilt. She made her way to the main entrance, where she could see Naruto and Kakashi in the distance.

Her blond teammate was finally the hero he'd dreamed of being for so long. And that wasn't the only thing that had changed about him. Comparing the man standing next to her to the long-gone, exasperating Academy kid was like trying to find the ugly caterpillar in the dignified butterfly.

"You've grown, Naruto", Sakura silently mussed while walking toward the blond. It wasn't only his mind and spirit that had developed. Naruto was now a handsome man, there was no point in denying it. And he was an Alpha after all. And he did have a certain effect on Sakura. However…

"Sakura-chan! Over here!", shouted the guy. Sakura walked briskly to his side. Naruto could potentially be the handful of water to quench her thirst, and she had come to accept it. And yet, Sasuke would always be the ocean into which she dreamed of diving and be engulfed whole. There was no more room in her heart for anybody else.

"Naruto! Sakura!", an alarmed Kiba interrupted the meeting. "Danzo has been appointed as the new Hokage!

"And he has given permission to dispose of Sasuke as a missing-nin!"

"Look at you… all you know how to do is cry and ask for help". The reflection in her mirror spoke in silent rage. Her puffy eyelids gave the truth away. All the training she'd done, and the sleepless nights at the hospital had been in vain - she was still a cry baby, hoping someone would come and fix the mess she's made.

"Don't you know? Sasuke has joined Akatsuki. He's an international criminal now."

His protectiveness. His consideration. His loyalty. It had taken years for her to realize those were his noblest qualities; not the straight bridge of his nose, or the two burning coals he had for eyes. Not the kamon on his back. Not his battle prowess. He had been molded under the toughest of circumstances. And his revengeful ways had ultimately claimed all his remaining softness away.

And Sakura loved him, she did love him - but if the best of him was gone, it was only fair his worst did too.

She looked at her bed, where she was gathering everything she thought she could need before leaving the village. A spare set of clothes. Shuriken, senbon and kunai. Her medical pouch. Ten vials, 5 of each, in case her mission ran longer than she planned for, as well as two jars of balm. A sealing scroll Kakashi had given to her, asking never to part from it. Her fighting gloves. She was never gonna feel more prepared than right now, unfortunately, so she put everything together and headed toward Konoha's gates.

Her shishou was in a coma. Kakashi was away. It had been left to her to choose how and when to deploy her mission. The circumstances weren't favorable in the least - but she would rather try and fail than allow herself to remain inactive again.

"We will stop Akatsuki, and we will stop Sasuke too"

She had done her fair share against Akatsuki - way more than what was expected from her, and she'd never forget Lady Chiyo for helping her achieve such a feat. She was well aware of her limits; she knew it was unlikely she'd be able to face any of the remaining members of the Red Cloud ninja association. But she had the upper hand regarding Sasuke, and it was high time she did what her village had groomed her for.

"Sasuke causes Naruto pain… But I think you do, too"

Sai was right. Konoha needed her, but so did Naruto. All this time, she'd been so preoccupied with missing Sasuke that had failed to realize how much her own request was hurting her best friend. It was settled - she'd kill two birds with one stone.

"That's why I've come to ask for your permission, Sakura"

She'd release Naruto from his promise. And deliver Sasuke to his end.

The Land of Iron was covered in snow. Kiba, Lee, Sai and herself were going fast - but her mind was going faster. The visuals were taking her back to a time long gone.

"Everyone be calm and pay attention!" a frustrated Iruka-sensei proclaimed while all his students grouped next to the windows. "It cannot possibly be the first time you ever see snow!"

It wasn't, but every 8 year-old loves snow, and the first blizzard that year had fallen precisely at the beginning of their afternoon lessons. "Can we go out, Iruka-sensei? Please!", thin voices like flutes begged.

Realizing the fruitful part of the class was long gone, and fearing Naruto would break down the window trying to see the sights, Iruka relented against his will.

The kids haphazardly ran to the door, most boys ignoring the plea of their female classmates to put on their coats. Sakura looked for Ino, anticipating her dirty intentions to grab Sasuke-kun on her way out. Her nemesis was indeed next to him, and turned around just to stick her tongue out to the pink haired kid.

Snow had changed the playground from a colorful array of textures into a uniform spectacle. Everyone started making snowballs, running around and screeching like wild animals. Sakura was still too shy to let loose that easily, but was content building a snowman and watching the rest of the kids play around. Observing a certain classmate of hers, in particular.

Sasuke was nonchalantly leaning on a wall (if such description could be applied to a kid his age), looking uninterested in the whole ordeal, but no one had forced him to come out of the classroom, so Sakura assumed he wasn't as unaffected by the snow as he tried to appear. Unexpectedly, he lifted his gaze and looked straight into her eyes. She had been caught staring! Red as a tomato, she hid behind her snowman.

"Oi teme! I bet you cannot run as fast as I can on the ice!". The still too high voice of Naruto obliterated the moment. Minutes later, he had to be taken to the nursery with a missing tooth, ruining the fun for everyone else.

Reality was calling her back. "Over here, everyone. Naruto is seven hundred meters away", Kiba shouted over his shoulder.

The time for being kids was gone. Adulthood was knocking at the door.

"What I said, Naruto… is that I love you"

She could love him. She loved him already. If Ino could love Ko, she could love Naruto. She already had biology on her side; one bite each way, and her brotherly love would swiftly turn into physical attraction. Hell, even being near him during her heat would promptly transform him into the most desirable man on Earth. She could do this.

The animal within herself clamored. She had to keep the panic at bay. Sasuke was a dead man, regardless of her success or failure. The beast scratched fervently at her insides.

Sasuke was done for. And she'd do this with or without Naruto's approval. She wanted to protect him this time.

Captured Alpha men labeled as 'missing-nin', as well as those convicted for international crimes are to be chemically castrated as a punishment for their acts once proven guilty.

"Sasuke-kun! I'm deserting Konoha and coming with you!"

"If you kill her… I'll let you come with me"

Kunai in hand, Sakura made her way to the fading girl on the floor. Step by step she got closer to Sasuke, observing his state. Even before hearing his request, it was evident that he was not of sound mind.

"I gotta find the perfect moment to do this", Sakura thoughtfully weighed her chances. Five steps away, four steps away, three steps away…

"What's wrong, Sakura?" Sasuke didn't take his eyes off his former teammate, clearly anticipating a threatening move from her. "Can't you do it?"

Two steps away. "Now!" Looking inconspicuous, Sakura opened her cloak and bared her neck. Both the running and the adrenaline had her sweating profusely enough to be the messenger for her signals.

Sakura knew it was unsafe looking him in the eye, but the anxiety was gnawing at her. She started turning around - and in that exact second, a hand grabbed her forearm and tossed her vigorously across the bridge. She crouched. Her plan wouldn't work from such a distance. Time to switch strategies. Her master's face crossed her mind. "A man will always underestimate you", she'd told her in a lesson. "Let that be their first mistake".

"What are you doing!" Sakura whined, only half rehearsed. "I thought you wanted me to kill her!"

"You're doing something". Sasuke said, baring his teeth.

"Only what you've requested me to do!" Sasuke might have looked like he was out of his mind, but there was no point in pretending he wasn't a genius. If the mountain will not come to the Sage…

"I see you're hurting. Let me heal you." She made a show of tossing her weapon's pouch to the ground. "There's a large team of shinobi charging this way as we speak. You won't stand a chance this injured"

"And why would a Konoha kunoichi help her enemy?" Sasuke didn't move an inch closer.

"I've told you already - I'm deserting to go with you." She had no time to get into a long discussion - the large platoon involving most of her academy class might not be around the corner, but the sleeping smoke bomb she had dropped on Kiba, Lee and Sai to lose them wasn't gonna hold for much longer.

Alpha biology was strict: any fighting would override the mating instinct. And thus her plan would go into shambles.

"I won't entertain your lies twice. Chidori!" Sakura was forced to roll away to duck. Using the momentum, she grabbed one of the kunai she had previously thrown away. She couldn't go on the offensive, but Sasuke wasn't holding back. She had to protect herself long enough for her plan to work.

He started lazily throwing shuriken at her, apparently willing to turn this encounter into a game of cat and mouse. She could evade them, but didn't want to get too far away from her target while doing so.

"You need to hear me!" A blade nicked her cheek. "I can give you information on whoever's following you!"

"I knew you were useless, but I didn't know you were stupid, too". Sasuke took a step forward. Sakura did her absolute best not to show a single ounce of excitement on her face.

She was putting on a show of doing a huge effort to avoid the weapons while actually allowing them to hit her in non-fatal places every now and then. Another step. He was barely meters away. Just a couple more…

A kunai hit her in her shoulder, and she let its momentum take her down. Panting, she stared into the unclouded sky. "At least have the decency to look me in the face when you kill me" And so Sasuke did, sharingan spinning on his eye. She had her right where she wanted him.

Without hesitating, Sakura bit the pill inside her mouth. The combination of her sweat in the air carrying the aphrodisiac secretions the tablet was inducing, plus her natural stress levels increasing thanks to his attacks were an unavoidable duo. And now he was close enough to smell it all.

He stopped dead in his tracks. Although his composure was impeccable, his nostrils flaring gave him away; he was going into rut. Sakura stood up, in full control of every one of her movements. Her expression was enticing, but not challenging; she couldn't afford to enrage him.

She could be like water; she would not contend. She could yield first - give herself kindly, feel with great depth; stay in places others disdained. This was her ninja way.

"Come here, Sasuke-kun". Like a parched man, he went to her, his everlasting well. "I wish it didn't have to end like this"

She would make it quick and painless. Painless for him, at least. For her, it would haunt her into an early grave. Step, step, step. It was just like her dream. A panther approaching a mouse - but who was the prey now?

She had no evidence besides the few recountings she'd read in her late-night research sessions, but she was certain this had to be his first rut. All of his body hair was standing on edge. He wore a devout aura around himself, like she was the first woman he'd ever laid eyes on. His knuckles were pale, as if his closed fist were holding onto life itself.

But the biggest tell was her own body. Every one of their cells were in harmony. At that moment she thought she could even read his mind, if she wished to. How ironic; to know he was hers seconds before he was forever taken away.

She made the mistake of wanting to commit his features to memory, one last time. And then Karin decided to stop being a bystander in her own story.

"Take this, you asshole!", and with a simple kunai, Sakura's victory came undone. Sasuke side stepped to dodge the weapon, and Sakura didn't waste a second before tackling him down. She was strong, but he was an Alpha going into his first rut, and she was the object of his conquest.

He grabbed both of her wrists, which were so sensitive the brute force made her want to cry. And that's when Sakura realized her plan had backfired.

"Something's wrong, something's wrong, something's wrong…" this wasn't supposed to happen until she turned 18. The mice in her lab hadn't gone into heat during the trials. What had that stupid pill done?

Using her distraction as an opening, Sasuke pushed her up and threw her away, only to take her place as the dominant party. She was pinned face against the wall, a strong hand holding her wrists above her head, the other gripping her hipbone forcefully.

Sasuke sounded livid. "Why do you smell like this?", his nose stuck between her nape and her ear. "What did they inject you with, Sakura?" Her name in his mouth was divine. She felt her blood pulsing rapidly in her neck, a foreign itch covering her skin - and embarrassing pulsations in the walls of her cunt.

"Answer me, Sakura", his volume was barely higher than his normal speaking voice but it held the same effect over her as if he were screaming his lungs out.

"I… ". Even trying, she couldn't get any words out. She could swear she was about to foam at the mouth. She looked up, and noticed his hands were trembling. Someone else might confuse that for rage, or even fear, but she could smell him. He was aroused too.

"They did this to you and then sent you my way." He pressed his hips to Sakura's bottom, and she wanted to moan. The warm shaft against her ass felt better than anything she had ever experienced in her life. "Were they hoping I might put a baby inside you, Sakura?" His grip became tougher, if possible. His voice, more disturbed. "Maybe that way Konoha could have yet another Uchiha to manipulate, huh?". His canines scratched against her already tender skin, but did not puncture her.

She could hear the words, but next to nothing was registered in her mind. Her brow was sweating, and had Sasuke not been grabbing her this hard, she was certain she might have fallen. Her whole body felt foreign to her, and the sensitivity she'd reached in mere seconds was pointing at one dire outcome.

She was painfully aware of the moisture in her underwear. Her nipples were so erect they were chafing against the rough fabric of her bindings. Her breath was a pointed staccato, and she might even be slightly drooling by this point. She needed to get out of there, fast - her hormones, she was about to…

"S-s… please…" What she was begging for was a mystery. Sasuke let go of her hip - all his body was pressing against her by now anyways - to grab her cheeks and turn her face to him.

"They thought I wouldn't kill you." He had the most maniac expression Sakura had even seen on anyone, ever. The white of his eyes were red, and his Sharingan spinned out of control - his gaze rapidly alternating between her eyes and mouth. His hips seemed to have a life of their own, swinging violently back and forth. He released her face and put his hand in between his crotch and her rear. "Maybe they thought I wouldn't rape you either."

A treacherous sound emerged from her open mouth, but what should have been a cry for help came out instead as a plea of encouragement. Were his words a threat or a promise? Nothing sounded sweeter to Sakura at this moment. Her rational mind was about to abandon her. This was all wrong. She needed to find an opening. She had to get herself out of there and fast.

They were both losing control, and it was happening quickly. By now she couldn't discern any specific words out of his continuous ramblings, and his thrusts against her lower back were rabid. His hand was starting to find its way between her clothes, and soon it would come in contact with the delicate skin of her groin.

Using what felt like the last of her strength, she released one of her hands from his hold and blindly moved it backwards. It found purchase in his hair.

"Fuck, Sakura". She was now pulling his hair, but not in a way that would ever get her out of that position - if anything, this did nothing but encourage his ministrations. His hair was thick and soft, and the pheromones that were already oozing from his skin were now further luring Sakura's nose.

"Sas'suke-kun…" Taken out of his trance, Sasuke roared. It was as if his name had returned him to reality - his whole aura had turned from frenzied to murderous. Not a second later, he'd turned Sakura around, smacked her back against the rough stone, and put both his hands around her neck.

"I'll kill you, Sakura". His hands were closing in on her neck. She was in heat, and her mind was fully gone. There was no defense she could deploy besides reflexively scratching at his fingers. "Through you, I'll show them… I'll show them the depth of my hatred!"

"RASENGAN!" Sakura was flung to the side. And then it all went to black.