Eventually he managed to drift off, doze a little, and get waken up sharply with a swat to the side of the head. He was still blinking back sleep when the orange rectangle of their destination came into sight. So dazed that he didn't even notice when Sasuki was no longer walking beside him. Suppose that spoke well of her stealth skills, but it also made the trek up to the house that much more frightening. The old woman inside was almost certainly capable of killing him, and he was showing up unannounced, uninvited, carrying a sword on his hip. Shit, should he throw that into the bushes or something, try to look less threatening?

Was he supposed to seem threatening?

Would he survive being 'killed' by her, if it came to that?

He shook out of those thoughts. It was too late to poke holes in the plan now, and it wasn't as if he had a better one. Quietly, he took in a breath, and then quite loudly he pounded his balled fist against the thick wooden door. His heart hammered as he waited, waited for something to happen. Maybe something very painful.

He tried to banish that thought.

There weren't any windows near the door, there wasn't any danger until the door opened, just had to focus on the door!

He cried out briefly in surprise when it swung open so quickly.

She chuckled.

The hag, that is. The busty, blonde, thirty-something-looking hag with glowing amber eyes and perfectly smooth skin and beautiful pink lips twisted into a sloppy smile. Focus! Focus he told himself. It was just a woman, an incredibly beautiful woman, with the most alluring chest he'd ever seen barely covered by nothing but an emerald nighty.

"Can I help you?" she asked, not hiding the amusement in her voice as she leaned over, half a head taller than him, this put their eyes at an equal level.

"I- you shot at a kid!" he suddenly remembered aloud. "You almost killed a kid what the hell is wrong with you!?" he yelled, remembering his own half-baked plan, and using the topic as an excuse to raise his voice, to make more noise.

Her eyes hardened the slightest bit, still playful, but stern, like she was about to make him feel very stupid. Oh fuck did they have the wrong house?! The lady sure as hell didn't look like a crone should he shout for Sasuki or something?

"So you came over just to yell at me? Or are you going to arrest me?" she gasped like she'd been stabbed. "Are you going to kill me?" she said, eyes widening like a begging child as she continued to grin at him.

"I…." she laughed heartily before he could think of a second word.

"Why don't you come in while you think about it?" she offered coyly, stepping aside and unblocking the doorway. Unable to think of any real excuse to decline, he stepped into the cozy living space within. A roaring fire growling from the kitchen made for a pleasant warmth, contrasting sharply with the brisk night outside, and bathing all the simple wooden furniture in light.

It also made the glass bottle on the table glow faintly, not less so when she scooped it up and brought it to her lips. The red on her cheeks was that much more pronounced after two swallows. It got even darker when she returned her stare to him, holding the glass bottle outward with a raised brow.

"Red wine, all the way from the capital," she sang out, wiggling it enticingly.

"No thanks," he offered cautiously, desperately combing his eyes over the room for any sign of Sasuki. Rather, for any good spots that she might use to slip in. There was a single window above the stove in the back room but that was small, there was another door there too but it was probably locked right? Could Sasuki pick locks?

"You seem nervous," the older woman pointed out, bringing his eyes back to her. "Do I make you nervous?"

"I-" he shook his head, as much to put some distance between their faces as to clear his thoughts. "Are you the one who shot at a kid or not?" he asked, not hiding his confusion, and keeping a hint of anger as an excuse to keep his voice up.

"The kid, was about… fifteen give or take. And he wasn't walking by my house, he was peeping on me," she countered, sounding defensive for just a moment before her smile widened. "I don't know why, what foolish boy would want to look at an old hag like me that way,"

"That still feels like a crazy overreaction," he said, more judgmental than angry now.

"Oh I didn't hit him, I didn't even fire a real arrow!" she brushed off. "I would have hit him if I wanted, I'm reaaally strong, I've killed a lot of people. Did anyone in town tell you that?"

"I… they mentioned that you were a retired hunter, that's why the lawman and the locals-

"-and you still came here? Alone? Are you stupid or cocky?"

She finally gave him a moment to think, to collect his thoughts and form a real answer. Not that it was easy with the continued leering and the way her hunched posture pushed out her bussom. It took maybe half a minute to think of his next words.

"I could ask you the same thing, letting me in and all, seems like I have the upper hand right now," he chastised, noting the lack of any weapon on her. Well, except for the wine bottle she'd half emptied into her stomach. She might be a little taller but he was a lot bulkier, and a man, it's not like it would be hard to figure a motive for him to do something nefarious.

The laugh she replied with was louder than the others that preceded.

Then she raised a brow with a suddenly predatory look.

It was the last thing he saw before blackness.

"Ah! What the fuck what did you-

"Shhhhh, shhhh it's okay, you didn't go anywhere I'm right here," she offered, even stroking a hand along his chest in a… distracting way. Nothing else had changed, the warmth of the room and the soft cackling of the fire were both still there. He took a breath. "Your vision will come back in like, an hour or something, I forget,"

"An hour?!"

"Maybe I did overdo it a little," she said in a guilty voice without an ounce of sincerity. "I know a real fun way to pass the time though," her voice had returned to that sing-song that made his stomach twist in nervous excitement, a feeling that grew threefold when something soft as yarn balls pressed against him. As her arms snaked around him he grew certain of what they were, those enormous orbs on her chest, pressed against him, right below the fucking collarbone!

Oh Sasuki was going to kill him.

Fuck! Sasuki, he had to warn her somehow before she hurt this lady over a misunderstanding!

"Uh listen-"

"-oh haven't we talked enough? Little chatterbox," she mumbled, sounding genuinely annoyed there for a minute before his mouth was suddenly silenced. Her nails dug into his back as her tongue speared into his mouth, immediately dazing him further still. It didn't help the way she rested her weight on him, making him brace his legs just to not fall over.

She was only a little taller but she towered over him, pressing down into his mouth from above with demanding force. At least she was enjoying herself if the groans were any indication. Though when they silenced and he suddenly found himself yanked forward by the cloak caught around his neck he made some… much less sensual noises.

He had to clamor forward just not to fall, pulled like a damn animal on a leash by this old crone as he babbled in panic.

Thankfully when he finally lost his footing he landed on something soft, it heaved with his weight and brought a sigh of relief to his lips. A bed. A nice, quality bed from the feel of it. He didn't have time to think much of this before being pinned.

The voice was right in front of him, close enough for him to feel the hot air on his face as she spoke again.

"You've got a nice tool," she complimented, grinding her lower half on it. He could feel the warmth of her womanhood against it, biting his lip just to keep in any embarrassing noises. Her hands trailed up his chest, now free of the baggy cloak he'd worn here. His undershirt did little to hide the feel of his muscles.

The older woman snickered.

This was her lucky night, this chiseled young man just delivered himself to her doorstep, right as she was thinking of rubbing one out. Such a sweet boy too, strolling over here into a, supposedly, dangerous situation to tell her off. Plus that panicked babble of his was just too adorable, made her feel powerful in the most delightful way.

Naruto sucked in a breath as her hands got under the cloth, began trailing up and scratching lightly against him with her finely kempt nails. Her lower half was grinding against his thigh, rocking up and down up and down growing the heat there with the friction. One more time, he tried to speak.

"W-wait seriously, you might be in danger!" he began, words crushed when her torso fell on top of his.

"Hmm, I don't think so,"

The words were quieter than the sounds of pleasure she made as soon as their lips reconnected. Though to be fair, those were fairly noisy. Yet another reason to dread what would happen when Sasuki finally got inside. Every attempt to pull free or break the kiss proved unsuccessful, though it was hard to struggle while blind and flat on his back with a 200+ pound woman on his torso.

Not to mention all the ways that woman was distracting him.

When his cock sprang free that distraction hit a whole nother level.

So warm….so wet….soft… and the fucking long, purring noise of satisfaction she made that told him without any doubt that it wasn't her mouth sliding around him.

He bit his tongue hard to keep from bursting.

Even doing so he came embarrassingly quick, it couldn't have been much more than a minute. That slow slapping of her hips, that divine friction around his most vulnerable space, a virgin like him was utterly hopeless against it. She groaned and not in a good way as he emptied his cock into her, shooting a seemingly endless deposit of sperm into her womanhood with a breathless gasp.

It was only then he noticed the kiss broke.

"S-sorry,"

"If your really sorry hurry up and- oh right," his right arm was suddenly yanked from its place on the bed, his fingers shoved against something warm and gooey. "Hurry up and finger me, I was getting close!" she demanded. He did as he instructed, dipping his fingers in and moving them about as best he could, trying to follow the noises of pleasure she made as a road map. He also tried to warn her again but that wasn't happening. "And suck on my tits!"

The command was accompanied by a yanking on his head, and again his mouth was thoroughly muffled. The warm flesh stuffed against his face was intoxicating, almost as much as the noises of pleasure, now unmuffled by the kiss. His head was swimming with pleasure and panic. Trying desperately not to get lost in the sensations and get a word in.

He didn't get a chance until after she let out that long, sensual screech.

It wasn't quite a scream, but it was loud and accompanied by her trying to break his neck with the arm pinning him against her chest. When it was over, she finally released him.

Finally he could warn her!

"L-listen please, my friend is here too she was going to sneak in while I distracted you and-"

"-oh that must be her in the snare out back,"

"What?!"

"Oh lie back down, I'll get her. Don't need you bumbling through my house breaking jars and scuffing my furniture," she teased when he shot up, helpfully reminding him that he was still blind. He actually laughed at that, even smiled when she kissed his cheek with a long, exaggerated muah before her footsteps pattered away.

Yeah, Sasuki was definitely going to kill him.

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