Explicit 4: Solace
Six months ago, the night was cold, a blanket of snow covering the village of Konoha. The moon hung high in the sky, casting a silvery glow over the landscape. Inside her apartment, Yugao Uzuki stared out the window, the frost on the glass creating delicate patterns. The warmth of the fire crackled softly in the hearth, providing a stark contrast to the wintry scene outside.
It was a night like no other. A night when the weight of the world seemed to disappear, leaving only the two of them. Itachi had come to her, seeking solace from the burdens he carried. They had both needed it, a moment to feel human, to feel alive.
Yugao turned away from the window as she heard the door open. Itachi entered, his dark eyes reflecting the light of the fire. He looked different tonight, his usual stoic demeanor softened by an unspoken need.
"Itachi," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the crackling fire.
"Yugao," he replied, his voice deep and filled with a longing that mirrored her own.
They moved towards each other, the distance between them closing in an instant. Their lips instantly met in a fierce, desperate kiss, their hands roaming each other's bodies with a hunger that had been building for months. Itachi's Glossa traced the curve of Yugao's mouth, eliciting a soft moan from her as she responded in kind, her own Glossa exploring his.
Methodically and slowly, they discarded their clothes, each piece falling to the floor in a forgotten heap. Throughout this, they continued to suck on each other's bottom lip, top lip, and tongue. Yugao's fingers deftly unbuttoned Itachi's shirt, sliding it off his shoulders to reveal the hard muscles beneath. He reciprocated by pulling her top over her head, exposing her soft, smooth skin. Their trousers and undergarments followed suit, discarded with a sense of urgency yet carefulness, the fabric whispering against their skin as they bared themselves completely to each other.
Yugao's hands moved to Itachi's chest, feeling the hard muscles beneath his skin. She guided him to the wall, pressing him against it as their kisses grew more urgent. Itachi's hands found her hips, lifting her effortlessly as she wrapped her legs around him. Her lips never left his, continuing to kiss him hungrily with fervor and rigor.
This only incited Itachi's 21-year-old nature, as Yugao's back smacked against the wall due to his aggression taking hold, the cold surface a sharp contrast to the heat of their bodies. Itachi's glossa found the innards of her mouth once more, exploring with a precision that belied his inexperience. Yugao's hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as he drove her ever closer to the edge.
"Itachi," she gasped, her voice trembling. "I want you. Bad."
Itachi lifted his head, his eyes filled with desire. "And I want you, Yugao."
Placing her legs over and through Itachi's bent, grappling arms in order to lock herself onto his torso, she then pushed herself onto his larger frame in desperate need of his ethereal, fleshly weapon. He did not disappoint, plunging the Totsuka blade into her oasis in a stupendously deep, but slow and steady motion. It was large, far larger than that of Hayate's sword, and her head flew back onto the wall as the pounding ensued. Thump... thump... thump... Itachi and Yugao trained with all their might and strength. Every cry that elicited from Yugao's mouth was shut off like a faucet to water by a searing kiss from Itachi, as the speed began to increase upon his entering and exiting. Her typically straight, purple hair gave way to a slightly curly, ponytailed mess as she felt spots get touched that she was unaware that she even had. Granted, this was only her second time ever training like this, as her previous lover was notoriously sick and she was completely ingrained in her position as an ANBU Black Op. Itachi far surpassed him, she had to admit it based on the bliss of their ignorance in this kind of endeavor. As the cold air grated her body, his warmth created the perfect contrast and only enhanced the movements and effects of said movements far beyond what they ought to be. She loved it, and as her back became closer and closer to being parallel to the ground, Itachi still held her with such strength and care. Even though he was a year or two younger than her, he made her feel small. Womanly. As if she could squirm into him and he would shield her from the coattails of reality itself.
The thumps became slower but even deeper and more profound, his bangs dripping over his face as he stared into his training partner's eyes with unknown emotion. His Sharingan was activated, and the three tomoe absolutely enamored Yugao, leaving her speechless in conjunction with the pleasurable sounds she emitted from the Totsuka blade adding more and more to her wetness. Praise Kami for this man's existence in her life, for the similarities they shared. He understood and related to her in ways that others could not, from work in the ANBU to the loss of their former lovers and more. She wanted more and more of him, and thus she worked on him too. This was a two-way street, a dance as old as time of two people who found solace in the darkness rather than the light.
Itachi was surprised when Yugao's hands shot past his head and corralled it to crash his lips back into her own. The force of her pull brought them to the hardwood floor, with his position being above hers as their glossas entangled themselves. Pulling back from their series of kisses, the female sat up with his arms, shoving Itachi's mouth onto her sensitive areas with force. She was not taking anything less. Nipples were catered to and sucked off energetically, streaks of saliva were faintly visible from the kisses of Itachi, and the sounds that permeated the room only added to the sensuous mood. She then pushed his head down further, beckoning him to work on her chakra oasis with his glossa. He did so with even greater care and intention, exploring the contours of the shaved oasis, finding the trigger points, and doing the best work that he possibly could. And he was a genius with the Sharingan, so naturally, he was far and away superior to the likes of Gekkou Hayate. Kami rest his soul... but damnit, he was one of the most feared, S-ranked shinobi in the world for a reason. He was one of the greatest prodigies the world had ever seen, and he aimed to show Yugao just how great he was.
"Hhhh... ahh... ah... ahh... Itachi... mmph... fuck... Itachi-kun... "
Yugao could not take it anymore; Itachi was too on point. She was losing it, her euphoria was reaching its peak. She was beyond pleased; she was gobsmacked. As his glossa plastered her oasis and slurped on its mystical properties with a targeted pressure unlike any other, she collapsed onto his face, her thighs crushing the sides of his head. She exploded, his face the casualty of her physical awakening. This was the first time she had ever done so; her previous experience was mediocre at best in comparison. Upon blasting her fellow ANBU, she apologized half-heartedly and shifted her position, enveloping Itachi in an embrace while staying on the floor. She held onto him, and he refused to let her down by letting her go. After sharing some small dialogue, Yugao reactivated herself again as she knew that Itachi's Totsuka blade was far from satisfied or finished.
As Itachi stood, the Totsuka blade quickly found itself trapped and ensnared by Yugao's mouth. She was going to return the favor and enjoy the misery she was bound to wring upon him, and with a mischievous smile, she enveloped him with glee. In a motion akin to eating a popsicle, the Totsuka blade was cleaned with friction and pressure washing, forcing Itachi to reign in his reactions and emotions with maximum application of stoicism, and he was barely holding on at that. He got his own revenge to a degree as well, cupping the back of Yugao's head into his left hand and moving his hips forward, forcing her to take him in deeper and deeper, to the point of nearly choking. She did not falter, however, she enjoyed the challenge. She sucked the soul out of the Totsuka blade, to the point that Danzo nearly returned to life as he unleashed spurts of his life force into her chamber. And... she swallowed it. All of it.
She guzzled on his erection as a method of getting revenge for her vulnerability due to his perfect pleasuring of her oasis. And it worked. But their passionate session didn't end there.
Yugao guided Itachi to lie down and then she straddled him, positioning herself above him with a confident smile. She took control, lowering herself onto him with deliberate slowness, savoring every inch of his member. The sensation was overwhelming for both of them, and they moved together in a rhythmic dance, their bodies perfectly in sync. Yugao leaned back, her hands resting on Itachi's quads as she rode him, the friction and pressure driving them both ever more towards the edge. Her movements were slow and steady at first, building up the intensity with each thrust.
Itachi's hands moved to her butt, guiding her rhythm and adding to the depth of their connection. The sound of their bodies meeting, the rhythmic thumping and clapping of Yugao's cheeks, and their synchronized breathing created a symphony of pleasure that filled the room. Yugao's moans grew louder, her pace quickening as she felt the familiar buildup of euphoria. Itachi matched her rhythm, his own control slipping as they reached the peak together.
He was beating that oasis the fuck up. Hitting her with the deepest of strokes. And sooner than later, the Totsuka blade filled her oasis up with its ethereal, creamy energy, unable nor wanting to pull out in order to prevent the transmission. As they slowly came down from their high, their bodies still entwined, Yugao leaned forward, her forehead resting against Itachi's.
"That was... immaculate," she whispered, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
Itachi smiled, his own breathing heavy. "Yes, it was."
Their session then continued in various positions, each one bringing a new level of nasty. They explored the Akamaru, where Yugao leaned forward on all fours while Itachi smashed her repeatedly from behind, his hands gripping her hips as he drove deeper with each thrust, his penetration forcing Yugao to whimper from the pleasure. The angle allowed him to hit new spots within her, drawing out moans and gasps that echoed through the room.
In the Cowninja position, Yugao lay on her back with her legs draped over Itachi's shoulders, allowing for deep, powerful thrusts that sent waves of pleasure coursing through her body. Itachi's eyes, still glowing with the Sharingan, were locked onto hers, adding an intense, almost hypnotic depth to their connection. Each thrust brought them closer together, both physically and emotionally, as they explored the depths of their desire. He refused to relent in Totsuka blading her the hell down.
Yugao's breath hitched as Itachi's lips found her neck, planting a trail of soft kisses along her collarbone and down to her chest. The sensation sent shivers through her body, her back arching in response. Itachi's mouth found her nipples once more, his tongue circling the sensitive peak before taking it into his mouth and sucking gently. Yugao's hands gripped his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin as the pleasure intensified.
"Itachi," she gasped, her voice trembling with need.
He lifted his head, his eyes meeting hers with an intensity that took her breath away. "Yugao," he murmured, his voice filled with a mix of reverence and longing.
Yugao's hands moved to cup his face, pulling him down for a kiss that was both tender and passionate. Their lips moved together in perfect harmony, the taste of each other a heady reminder of the bond they shared. As their kiss deepened, Itachi's hand slid down her body, his fingers finding her oasis and exploring with a gentle yet deliberate touch. Yugao moaned into his mouth, her body responding to his every movement.
Feeling her nearing the edge once more, Itachi shifted his position, lifting her legs and wrapping them around his waist. With a slow, powerful thrust, he entered her again, the sensation causing them both to gasp in unison. Their bodies moved together with a rhythm that spoke of their deep connection, each thrust bringing them closer to the brink.
The room was filled with the sounds of their lovemaking: the rhythmic thump of their bodies meeting, the soft gasps and moans of pleasure, and the occasional whispered name. The fire crackled in the background, casting a warm, flickering light that danced across their entwined forms.
Yugao's body tensed, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps as she felt the wave of euphoria building within her. "Itachi... I'm close," she managed to say, her voice barely a whisper.
Itachi's response was a deep, guttural groan, his own control slipping as he neared his peak. "Hold on, Yugao... just a little longer," he urged, his movements becoming more urgent, more powerful.
The feeling of clapping Yugao's cheeks, of crushing her, of smashing her, as his first sexual experience was... inconceivably great.
The climax hit them both like a tidal wave, crashing over them with an intensity that left them breathless. Yugao cried out, her body convulsing with pleasure as she reached the peak of her euphoria. Itachi followed moments later, his own release overwhelming him as he buried himself deep within her, not pulling out.
Pull out game was Itachi's only weakness apparently. Same for Sasuke as well.
They stayed like that for a moment, their bodies trembling with the aftershocks of their climax, before collapsing onto the bed in a tangle of limbs. Yugao's head rested on Itachi's chest, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on his skin as they caught their breath.
"Itachi," she whispered, her voice filled with a mix of satisfaction and affection. "You are.. you are something else."
He smiled, his hand moving to stroke her hair. "Of course I am," he agreed, his voice soft.
They lay together in silence, the warmth of their bodies and the flickering fire creating a cocoon of intimacy around them. Yugao felt a sense of peace settle over her, a feeling of being exactly where she was meant to be. She knew that their connection went beyond the physical, that they shared a bond that was forged in the fires of their shared experiences and their silent understanding of each other.
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.
