-Naruko--
One day, I found myself shrunken down, sitting inside a fancy tea cup atop the Hokage's desk. The porcelain was smooth and cool against my skin, a stark contrast to the warmth that simmered within me. My head leaned just over the edge of the cup, allowing my long blonde hair to cascade down the side like a waterfall of spun gold. Eyes closed, I relished the tranquility of the moment, the silence only broken by the occasional rustle of papers and distant murmur of the village outside.
The sensation of the desk's polished wood beneath the cup was a familiar comfort. This wasn't the first time I'd used my jutsu to turn my body to rubber, shrinking myself down to six inches tall. It allowed me to escape, to hide in plain sight, to observe the world from a different perspective. But today, there was another purpose.
I heard the heavy, deliberate footsteps before I saw him. My heart raced as the sound grew louder, the anticipation stirring a deep hunger within me. Then he appeared: a giant Jiraiya, towering over the desk, completely naked. His presence filled the room, every inch of his broad, muscular frame exuding raw power and confidence. His hairy chest and chiseled abs were a sight to behold, but it was his erection that captured my attention, making my heart flutter with excitement.
"Lady Hokage, you called for me?" His voice was a deep rumble, reverberating through my tiny form.
I stared at his massive member with unabashed hunger, feeling a heat rise within me. My lips parted, tongue darting out to wet them as I met his gaze. "You should know what I want," I replied, my voice dripping with sensuality.
A slow, knowing smile spread across his face. "Of course, my lady. Right away." His words were a promise, sending a thrill down my spine.
Jiraiya moved with a grace that belied his size, coming around the desk and moving the chair aside to get closer. His erection hung above the teacup, casting a shadow over me. The sight of it made my pulse quicken, my body reacting to the sheer proximity of his arousal.
His strong hand reached down, fingers curling around my tiny form with a gentleness that belied their strength. He lifted me effortlessly, positioning me so that my vagina was directly above the tip of his penis. The anticipation was almost unbearable, my body trembling with desire.
As he began to lower me, the world seemed to slow. Every inch felt like an eternity, the heat of his member radiating against my skin. My rubberized body adapted, molding to his shape, amplifying every sensation. I could feel the throbbing of his erection, each pulse echoing through me, drawing out a moan of pleasure.
The moment of contact sent a jolt of ecstasy through my entire being. His tip pressed against me, and I gasped, my body responding instinctively. Slowly, he slid me down, inch by agonizing inch, his thick shaft stretching me in ways that were both overwhelming and exquisite.
Jiraiya's massive hand then wrapped around my waist, his grip firm yet controlled, as if he were holding the most delicate treasure. My entire body, molded to the shape of his erection, felt every twitch and pulse. The sensation was electrifying, sending waves of pleasure coursing through me. His hand began to move, slowly at first, pumping with a deliberate rhythm that left me gasping for more.
The friction between my rubberized skin and his shaft was exquisite. Each slow stroke amplified the intensity, my body responding to every movement. I could feel the heat emanating from him, mingling with my own, creating a heady mix of desire and need. My breaths came in short, ragged gasps, my mind awash in the overwhelming pleasure of being completely filled and stretched by his cock.
"Faster," I commanded, my voice a husky whisper. "Hold me tighter."
Jiraiya's grip tightened, his hand moving with increased speed. The sensation was almost too much to bear, every nerve ending on fire. I clung to him, my fingers digging into the firm flesh of his shaft, my moans growing louder with each thrust. The pleasure was indescribable, a mix of ecstasy and an almost primal satisfaction.
His strokes became more powerful, the friction building to a fever pitch. I felt myself losing control, my body trembling with the intensity of it all. "Faster," I ordered again, my voice cracking with need.
Jiraiya complied without hesitation, his movements becoming almost frenzied. His grip was unyielding, his hand pumping me up and down with a relentless pace. The world around me blurred, my entire existence reduced to the sensations coursing through me. I was completely at his mercy, and it was bliss.
Minutes turned into eternity, the pleasure building with every stroke. I could feel him throbbing inside me, his cock swelling as he neared his climax. My own orgasm was close, the tension coiling tighter and tighter within me. I cried out, my body convulsing with the sheer intensity of it all.
Finally, with a roar that echoed through the room, Jiraiya came. His cum surged into me, filling me completely. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of warmth and pressure that sent me spiraling into my own orgasm. I screamed his name, my body shaking with the force of my release.
The cum began to leak out of me, trickling down his shaft and pooling on the desk. I remained dazed, my mind and body awash in the afterglow of our shared ecstasy. Jiraiya's hand loosened, gently pulling me off his now-soft penis. The sensation of being emptied was almost as intense as being filled, leaving me shivering with aftershocks.
He carefully placed me back into the tea cup, my body limp and sated. I lay there, feeling the warm trickle of his cum still seeping from me, a reminder of our intense connection. My eyes fluttered closed, a smile of pure contentment playing on my lips.
As I rested, I reveled in the feeling of being filled, the warmth spreading through me. My entire body seemed to hum with satisfaction, every nerve ending tingling with the aftereffects of our passion. The world around me faded into the background, leaving only the lingering pleasure and the comforting presence of Jiraiya.
In that moment, I felt a deep sense of fulfillment, a connection that went beyond the physical. It was a bond forged in desire and trust, a testament to the power of our shared passion. And as I drifted into a peaceful sleep, I knew that this was just the beginning of our journey together, a path that would take us to new heights of pleasure and intimacy.
Note: The next one will be different I swear