Explicit 2: Celebration
"Shikamaru, before you leave, I want to make sure you never forget me."
"You're full of surprises, aren't you?"
"You have no idea."
The door to the bedroom slid open with a soft hiss. Shikamaru entered first, his gaze sweeping over the room before turning back to Temari. She followed, her movements graceful and purposeful, her eyes never leaving his.
As the door closed behind them, sealing them in their private haven, Temari seized the moment. She pushed Shikamaru against the wall, her hands gripping his wrists above his head. Her eyes blazed with a mixture of challenge and desire.
"Think you can keep up, Shika?" she teased, her voice a low purr.
Shikamaru's lips curled. "We're about to find out," he replied, his voice steady despite the quickening of his heartbeat.
With a swift, decisive movement, Temari pressed her body against his, her mouth capturing his in a fierce, demanding kiss. Shikamaru responded, their tongues dancing together in a heated battle for dominance. Temari's hands roamed over his body, her touch both commanding and tender.
Her hands roamed over his chest, their movements purposeful and insistent. She began to undress him, each piece of clothing seemingly vanishing into thin air, reappearing "neatly" folded across the room. Shikamaru responded in kind, his hands working to remove Temari's garments with equal fervor. As each article of clothing disappeared, the air grew thicker and thicker.
Temari broke the kiss, her breath hot against his ear. "Let's see what you've got," she murmured.
She guided Shikamaru to the bed, pushing him down onto the soft mattress. And then she straddled him, her eyes filled primal desire. Shikamaru lay back, his eyes never leaving Temari's as she leaned down, capturing his lips in another wet, lingering kiss. His hands roamed over her body, exploring every curve and dip with a deliberate slowness that sent shivers down her spine.
Suddenly, his power pole extended, pressing against Temari's chakra oasis with a teasing insistence. Temari helped his case and began to ride him, her movements slow and deliberate at first, savoring the growing friction between them. Each proceeding thrust sent waves of pleasure through their bodies, the sensation already overwhelming.
"Shikamaru..." Temari's voice was a whisper, a plea, as she wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer.
He responded with a low growl, his eyes darkening with primal desire. "Temari," he murmured. "Shut up."
With a shared look of determination, Temari began to hit the gas, riding at an increasing pace and tempo. She wanted to feel it more and more, much more. "Is that all you've got, Shikamaru?" she whispered, her voice filled with challenge as she increased her pace, grinding against him with a fierce intensity.
Shikamaru's hands found their way to her hips, guiding her movements with precision. "I said shut up," he replied, his voice steady despite the intensity of the moment. He matched her rhythm, each thrust of his power pole meeting the ever so tight yet soft resistance of her chakra oasis.
"This is cool," Shikamaru groaned, as his girlfriend continued to grind on him. "But it's time to turn the tables."
With a swift motion that belied his inexperience, Shikamaru flipped their positions, pinning Temari beneath him. His eyes locked onto hers, a determined smile playing on his lips. "My turn," he whispered, his voice filled with promise.
He entered her with a slow, deliberate thrust. Temari's breath hitched, her fingers gripping his shoulders as she stared up at him, their eyes locked in an intimate exchange. Shikamaru's movements were precise and powerful, each thrust deepening their connection.
Shikamaru's mouth descended to her neck, his lips tracing a path of kisses that sent shivers down her spine. Temari's head fell back, a soft moan escaping her lips as she clung to him, her body responding to his every move. The sensation was electric, the pleasure building with each penetration.
"Shikamaru..." Temari's voice was a breathless whisper, filled with awe and desire.
Shikamaru's eyes softened as he looked into her eyes. "Shut up, Temari," he murmured. And then he smirked. "I love you."
"I love you too," she replied, her voice trembling with intensity.
The highs were certainly starting to get to them and dominate their mental frameworks... their movements became more frenzied, the friction between them creating a powerful energy that resonated through their entire beings.
With renewed determination, they began to explore every trick in the book, despite their inexperience. Temari activated her Kamaitachi no Jutsu, her chakra swirling around them like a gentle breeze. The sensation added an extra layer of intensity to their movements, the wind enhancing the friction between their bodies and generating a cooling effect.
Shikamaru's Kagemane Jutsu guided Temari's movements with precision, their bodies moving together in a seamless dance of love and strategy. Each thrust of his power pole was met with the soft resistance of her chakra oasis as her breath came in ragged gasps, her fingers gripping Shikamaru's shoulders as she clung to him.
"Shikamaru... don't stop," she panted, her voice filled with pleasure.
"I won't," Shikamaru replied. "Let's see how far we can go."
Their bodies moved together with increasing intensity, the friction between them growing stronger with each movement. The sensation out of this world, the pleasure intensifying as they pushed their limits. Temari's chakra oasis responded to each thrust with a determined force, the Wind Scythe Jutsu adding an extra layer of sensation that drove them both wild as she began to take control. Her chakra oasis pressed against his power pole with an unrelenting, unruly pressure. She aimed to crush him.
"You're amazing, Temari," Shikamaru groaned, his voice filled with admiration and desire. "I can't believe this is our first time."
Temari responded with a breathless moan, her eyes locked onto Shikamaru's. "Neither can I, Shika-kun. But I want more."
As their connection deepened, Temari shifted into a new position, lying on her side and guiding Shikamaru to enter her from a different angle. The side insertion allowed for even deeper penetration, the friction between them growing stronger with each movement.
After a series of thrusts, attacks, gasps, and moments of euphoria, Shikamaru positioned Temari on her back, her head resting against the pillows. He moved up to her mouth, his power pole poised at her lips. Temari opened her mouth willingly, her oral healing chamber enveloping his fleshly power pole delicately.
Shikamaru's hands gently cupped the back of Temari's head, guiding her movements as she bobbed up and down. The sensation of her mouth and tongue around him was almost too much to bear, the friction creating an electric connection that resonated through his entire being. Her eyes watered slightly as she took Shikamaru even deeper, her mouth stretching to accommodate his growth and presence. The intensity of the moment nearly made her choke, but she pressed on. She looked up at Shikamaru, her eyes filled with trust and love, and he responded with a low growl of pleasure.
"Damn you're good," Shikamaru groaned, his voice strained with effort and desire. The sensation of her mouth around his pole drove him... drove him berserk, with his sharp mind somehow able to combat the animalistic emotion that threatened to overtake him.
Temari's movements grew even more intense, her mouth and tongue working in tandem. She was relentless, the increasing skill and variety of pace on her slurping of his member beating his ass more and more.
She grew stronger as the fight went on.
With a final, powerful thrust, Shikamaru's power pole extended deep into Temari's mouth. The sensation was electric, nearly making her choke, but she held on once again, her competitve spirit unshakable.
Shikamaru's body trembled with the intensity of the moment, his hands gripping Temari's head as he reached the peak of his power. With a primal growl, he released a powerful surge of energy, sending waves of euphoria through both of them. His life force guzzled out of the pole and into her mouth, leaking onto her lips in the process.
But their session wasn't over yet.
With a swift movement, Temari aggressively swallowed his fertilizer and then forcefully pushed her fatiguing opponent over, straddling Shikamaru's face as he lay back. It was her turn. His oral healing chamber promptly worked diligently, his mouth and tongue moving with precision to pressure her chakra oasis. The sensation was immediate and electric, each stroke of his tongue sending waves of pleasure through her body as...
She sat on his face.
Temari's hands gripped the headboard, her body trembling with the intensity of the sensation. "Shikamaru... oh Kami," she moaned, her voice filled with raw emotion. "You're incredible."
His tongue and lips moved with deliberate care, his oral healing chamber working to dampen her chakra oasis with a variety of strokes. Each movement was precise and intentional, targeting different spots with a mix of gentle and intense pressure.
Temari's breath hitched, her body responding to Shikamaru's touch with an overwhelming sensation of pleasure. "Shika," she gasped, her voice trembling with emotion. "Don't stop..."
"I won't," Shikamaru murmured, his voice steady despite the intensity of the moment. "Not for a second."
As the intensity of their connection reached its peak, Shikamaru's oral movements became even more precise and powerful. The friction between them was relentless, each lick, shake, and plunge driving her closer to the edge. The sensation of Temari's chakra oasis responding to his licks, combined with the heat and pressure, rendered him gobsmacked.
With a final, powerful slurp, Shikamaru brought Temari to the brink of climax. The sensation was overwhelming, sending waves of euphoria through both of them.
Despite this, Temari's breath came in short gasps, her eyes locked onto Shikamaru's with competitive stamina. "Is that all you've got?"
Shikamaru's smirk widened, his eyes gleaming. "Almost, Temari. Almost."
With that, the Nara pinned his woman against the wall, his hands gripping her wrists to their sides. The weight of his body pressed against hers, his power pole slowly but deeply attacking her chakra oasis. The friction between them was electric, each slow thrust creating waves of pleasure that coursed through their bodies.
With a slow movement, he flipped her around to face him, his gaze boring into hers. They stood there for a moment, their breaths mingling, the intensity of their connection sizzling. Slowly, Shikamaru leaned in, capturing Temari's lips in a deep, escalating kiss.
And then in a show of uncharacteristically dominating strength, Shikamaru picked Temari up, her legs wrapping and squeezing firmly around his waist as his member continued to slide back and forth inside the shafts of her chakra oasis and kiss her lovingly with sensual potency and control. The intensity of the moment left her breathless, her eyes widening in surprise as she clung to him.
"Shikamaru..." she gasped, her voice filled with awe.
Their bodies moved together with a relentless rhythm, the friction between them creating waves of euphoria that coursed through their beings. As their kisses persisted, Shikamaru's power pole reinserted itself lovingly into her chakra oasis again and again and again and again. The slow, deliberate thrusts created were quite simply the best of the night, as the Konoha shinobi held up the Suna kunoichi and smashed her.
Picked her up and destroyed her. Power-poled her down.
Temari's head fell back once more, her eyes closing as she lost herself in the moment. Her body arched against Shikamaru's, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she clung to his shoulders and wrapped around his neck for support as he delicately demolished her.
With a final, powerful release, they climaxed together, their bodies trembling with the intensity of their connection. Their cries of ecstasy echoed through the domed capsule bedroom, a testament to their powerful bond.
As the final tremors of their intense training subsided, Shikamaru and Temari held each other close, their bodies still trembling with the aftershocks. They lay together in the quiet aftermath, their breaths mingling as they whispered sweet nothings to one another.
Their bodies bore the marks of their passionate encounter—hickeys, bites, kisses, and lingering traces of their roughhousing. Temari's eyes closed as she rested her head on Shikamaru's chest, her body shivering with the aftershocks of their intense connection.
"That was... something else," Temari whispered. "Who knew a lazy genius had this much energy?"
Shikamaru chuckled, his eyes closing as he pulled her closer, feeling the warmth of her body against his. "You always manage to bring out the best in me," he replied, his voice a low murmur. "Troublesome woman, always pushing me beyond my limits."
Temari smiled, her head resting on his shoulder. "Well, someone has to keep you on your toes, don't they?" she teased, her tone gentle and loving.
Shikamaru's lips brushed against her forehead in a tender kiss. "And I wouldn't have it any other way," he said softly. "You might be the best thing that ever happened to me."
And thus, Temari made Shikamaru a man.
A/N: Due to minor complaints from reviews, I will be temporarily shifting all genuinely explicit content into this story. The moment Son Goku: The Super Saiyan reaches the heights that it deserves in terms of its viewership and reviews, I will annihilate this entry and reinstate it back into the canon plot. For the time being however, I need to draw in as many eyeballs as possible, and keeping it Rated-T is crucial in doing so. Thank you for bearing with it all, it has to get worse before it can get better.
