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After over two years, Naruto was standing in front of her again, side by side with Jiraiya; taller, stronger, more robust than before. Yet for that smile… He'd been smiling since walking through the front gates and greeting old friends and reminiscing about the past. But this smile…
His eyes were scanning her, having not forgotten what her breasts looked like underneath that top of hers, imagining them all this time, waiting to get back and for her to keep her promise. What was that smile? Long-awaited expectation? Had he been so intent on her, upgrading from Sakura to her new Master? Had he been deprived of women all these years? Or had he been around the world, and still, Tsunade stood above them all?
Inwardly, she gave a smirk herself.
It'd be a mockery to simply give him what he wanted, little boy that he was. She'd spoiled him once, and they had made their bet. He was forced to mature since then, and as a matured individual, he would understand the meaning of patience. As if the title of Hokage could be passed down simply through sexual gratification. And she held her doubts that two years would have been enough for him to prove otherwise.
Tsunade could only half-pay attention to Jiraiya's reports, peppering his information with gripes about how difficult it was to find accommodating brothels with a wiry kid in tow. This turned Naruto from his admiring of Tsunade to fire back and defend himself against the degenerate, which led to the usual master/student squabble that seemed so healthy for them.
Yet that smile…
Tsunade couldn't help but be intrigued. Was there a definite reason he could seem so bold in her presence? "Well, it's good that you're both back in any case," she said for appearance's sake, a pleasant smile on her face as she continued to muse about the prodigal return. It must have been some technique he learned; perhaps with his mouth, which ran faster than his very feet, and his fingers were dexterous, though she had little faith that he could slow down his passion enough to strum her in ways to make him feel cocky enough. "But I would like to see what Naruto has learned in action."
He turned back to her immediately, and his eyes dipped to her chest. He looked like he could lick his lips in excitement.
A damper was thrown on her rising expectations: reality. For all her beliefs, it could be that he was still an impetuous boy like any other who saw only an opportunity to nestle his little cock inside a woman far above his league and station.
"You will be sparring against Kakashi," she said dramatically, and the sensei engrossed in an older novel stepped into sight from outside the door, on the awning at the side of the palace.
"Good to see you again, Naruto," Kakashi said nonchalantly, his eye barely lifting from the page. His cool demeanor faltered just a bit, risking a smile when his student cheered out his name.
Yes, Tsunade lamented as she maintained the outer guise of excitement to the reunion. Internally, she was feeling the gravity of what should really be expected of Naruto. Yes, it might be too much to hope for… and too much for him.
ccc After an impressive bout of two students besting their sensei ccc
"How is he?"
Jiraiya stayed his hand from pouring sake into her cup. He looked up, confused. And then he burst out with a smile. "What do you mean, how is he?! You saw how he performed!" He guffawed and poured the drink. "A pupil worthy of prophecy, wouldn't you say? All thanks to my teaching!" He saw back in his side of the booth and gave himself a longer pour of alcohol as if to reward himself. "Mind you, it was a safety bout, but against Kakashi of the Sharingan…! Even his tact has improved! He wouldn't have been able to trick Kakashi like that two years ago!" To further congratulate himself, he took the sake dish in one gulp and a happy sigh afterward.
Tsunade was unconvinced. She couldn't ask what she really meant. How was he with women? Had he joined in the brothels? What technique had he learned to please a kunoichi, to contest her, to convince her to spill secrets or hand over titles?
She scratched a fingernail lightly against the table between them; their usual spot in the corner of the restaurant.
"I'll tell you, though! It was hard to rein him in! Heh! Naruto's more wild than I was back in those days, and Sarutobi-sensei had his hands full with me! Guahaha!"
To that, Tsunade had to laugh at least a little. Yes, Jiraiya and his interest in the perverted arts… But had he successfully passed them down? Naruto handed off that erotica to Kakashi easily enough, saying that it was boring.
Her face tightened again in thought.
Boring, but Naruto had always been someone of action, not reading…
"You look like there's something you want to find out."
Her eyes jumped up from the table to find the white-haired Sannin looking hard at her, troubled and concerned. Jiraiya the Gallant, he always professed himself. He could always don the calming aura when he needed to, and be extra-perverted when he saw the chance.
Her pussy was hot with tempered excitement and the headiness of alcohol. She could very well make a choice that she hadn't made in their decades-long relationship. Jiraiya was always that friend who she could go to, for a shoulder to cry on, advice, or even an argument. She could get him into bed on a whim.
"Well, if there's something you want to know," Jiraiya murmured, using a toothpick to dig through the platter of pickled radishes for a nice, big chunk, "or if there's something you want to ask about him… Aha!" He stabbed a slice and gobbled it. As he chewed, he said to her, "He's apparently hanging out at the training grounds. Sakura-chan shot him down for a date. Gulp! Hahaha! He's more like me than I ever imagined!"
"Hmph!" Tsunade could not change her smirk to a frown if she wanted to as she put her cheek on her fist and turned away. "Don't say that like it's a good thing."
ccc Afterward; the training ground ccc
Naruto wasn't sulking like she thought he would have. No, when she came up on him – silent as can be – he was grinning up at the moon, sitting on the very post he had been strapped to when he had tried to steal the meals during Team 7 coming together for the first time. He was very deep in thought, whatever he was thinking; it took Tsunade's heel scraping on the ground for him to notice he wasn't alone. He turned and looked, and immediately lit up when he saw her.
"Baa-chan!"
"Always the same," she said dismissively of his nickname. Her arms were folded loosely under her bust. Her robe caught a strong breeze that caused it and its sleeves to billow, but it was warm enough; she didn't shudder because of it.
He jumped off the post and jogged to her, standing a way back, looking a bit more excited than he had earlier. And he didn't hide his eyes casting over her, now from top to bottom, though he still gave respect to her cleavage most of all. "What are you doing here?" He gasped, smiling bright and blushing red. He pumped his fists. "Are you-Are you here because of the promise, tebayo?!" For someone who'd grown quite a bit, he appeared very childish; the attitude of a boy being treated to a toyshop.
Tsunade's upper body swiveled, giving him a cold shoulder when a nearby tree suddenly seemed more interesting than him. "What promise could that be?" she asked as aloofly as possible. She didn't feign her ignorance very well, and Naruto gave a few sniggers to it.
"The promise two years ago!"
It was to be expected, she thought with a haughty smirk. He couldn't forget such a vigorous night, and the drunken words she said to him afterwards. He was all about promises, and while he surely kept the promise to Sakura of paramount importance, there was no way he'd idle one made by the Hokage.
She returned her gaze to him, her honey-brown eyes looking him over. She did not want to seem as obvious as him when he ogled her chest, but she did confirm that he was anxiously awaiting her answer and was ready for action at her behest.
But here? On the reverent training grounds? She thought maybe there was reverence in getting on her hands and knees and letting the rambunctious frontrunner for Hokage share with her the fruits of his two-year labors. If he'd any sense, he surely had wooed Sakura into bed since coming home, but Tsunade fondly thought that he was a bit single-minded and hadn't much sense to begin with.
"So?" Naruto interrupted her thoughts excitedly. He was shaking with anticipation. She decided that it was entirely unlikely that he got Sakura beneath him. Boys like Naruto became more passive the more women they laid, but he was still jittery and nervous, like the opportunity would pass him by if he didn't keep pressing on it.
"Heh…" Tsunade walked around him in a wide arc, knowingly leaving space between them so that it couldn't be ignored. Naruto's posture lifted, his face turning curious as she made it to the post he had just been perched upon. Jiraiya had been tied here, and from the peek into the reports of Team Seven's formation she took, Naruto had been likewise bound by Kakashi.
She leaned against it, casual while eying him closely. "Here?" she asked him. She could tell his mouth had just gone dry. His lips closed, his tongue trying to find some moisture as he drank in the sight of her voluptuous body at ease, doing nothing which made the visual do everything for her.
He nodded.
It was… tempting. She felt her own adrenaline start to kick in, the idea of screwing around so suddenly thrilling. For two years, she hadn't even thought of sleeping with another man, and that pent-up lust could get the better of her. He'd only gotten her sloppy technique when she was drunk and amused. Sober, she could surprise him and show him that whatever training he'd accomplished with Jiraiya was for nothing.
Or it could just be a quick meetup. She could peel down her pants, turn around and grab onto the post while presenting him her rear, and invite him over.
Or she could stick to the plan…
She almost felt sorry for him. The sound of her sigh; he reacted like he knew what it meant, his entire stance deadening with rejection and defeat. He needn't look at her that way! She pouted somewhat, putting on a tough guise, and refusing to coddle him as she had coddled her brother when he made such a look of lamentation.
She was doing this for his benefit! He-He certainly wouldn't have the skills to match a Hokage after two years! And two years was long enough for her to get bored and concoct schemes of her own to play with him. Now that the day had come, she feared she wasn't entirely enjoying it.
But…
"You still have a way to go," she told him forcibly, like she was explaining to herself as well that she couldn't let herself just give in.
"But-But…!" His hands came up pleadingly for her to put an answer in them. She had given her word that she'd be ready for him to make a new barter for the title of Hokage.
And she reminded him of that, but this time with detail. "I said I'd give you another chance, brat!" She needed to sound cruel and tough. She was the Hokage, and could just fuck him just because they both wanted to! It wasn't easy to see the look of lost hope on his face, but she'd soon make him understand.
The answer he was hoping for was in her breasts. She reached in between them to the warm fissure and found what she had stashed there; a momentary weakness when she thought of foreplay and had nearly forgotten herself.
Naruto certainly seemed to enjoy the novelty of the storage space, watching Baa-chan rummage around in there, but was somewhat confused to see her pull a scroll out. It looked like… a mission scroll.
And his jaw dropped with an awed gasp.
A mission scroll… with an S marked on it!
"A-An S-Rank Mission?!" he blurted, drawing up his fists beside him like this was the only thing that could dissuade him from his current goal of getting in her pants. Truthfully, she was wounded a bit that he could be so easily distracted.
The hyperactive, little brat. If he'd stayed on course… No telling if she could change her mind, after all. She couldn't decide if she was disappointed in that, so she kept her composure, acting like the mission was a courtesy and not a tease. "You can't just expect a Hokage to hand over the title, can you? This is a mission a future Hokage should be able to handle on his own, assigned from his predecessor herself."
Naruto flung himself at her without warning, embracing her, laughing and planting a kiss on her mouth. She was more worked up by it than he was, stunned as he pulled back and shouted a "Thank you!" He kissed again.
This one lingered, and the separation was slower and not followed by a proclamation.
Tsunade's breast started to heave. She was in his arms; they could hardly wrap around her before, and now he could pull her against him and hold her to his firm body.
She shouldn't give into him, just because of this. Just because she spent countless night these past two years fondling herself in bed in restless climax, awaiting his return from her own orders.
She pressed her lips forward this time, locking on his mouth with abundant eagerness, moaning heavily as she added her tongue to it. He readily accepted it, not buckling for a moment. His hand slid down her arm and took the personalized S-Rank mission from her. And then he flung it behind him.
It could wait.
"Naruto," she breathed, her voice thick with desire. She licked at his lips before he caught her mouth again, pulling her tighter against him, to feel her body against him; no doubt he'd missed her breasts, now that he was older and could appreciate them more. In travel, he was unlikely to meet any woman who was endowed as the Fifth Hokage, who manipulated the stockpile of her fat as an allure as much as armor.
Yet his hands didn't cup them. She would not have refused the fondling. She wanted him to explore her, even if he could not seek resolution. Could she handle him, though? Manually? Stroke him and wring out his issues onto the grass? She knew he would like that. She had tilted a leg inward, brushing it between his, and the ridge was apparent and frustrated in his pants. A low groan of anxiety rumbled up from the pit of his throat, making his stalled lips vibrate against hers.
How much had he really grown, she wondered?
Naruto acted quicker than her. His left hand clapped over her mound so suddenly, with no pretext to his intention, that she unhitched from his mouth with a gasp. A foreign touch. His touch. She'd waited so long for it.
Her breathing became more labored; she couldn't stick to Naruto's mouth like this. He pressed his face to the back of her jaw, hiding his expression, but she could feel his cheeks lift in a grin. The fingers curled at the definition of her swollen sex, sensing the heat and moisture that had collected and had been building since he had first laid that hungry gaze on her in the office. He was pining for her. And now he was settling the account.
"Nn!" She gasped out his name with some difficulty. He discerned her sensitive nub through her spandex and clingy underwear. Should she show him what she was wearing underneath? Let him see how sticky he'd made them by peeling them away from her hot pussy?
Naruto seemed content, nipping along her neck, inhaling deep her honeyed scent. His gaze was blazing; she could feel him peering down upon her exposed bosoms. Her hands clasping on his waist as he explored her crotch through her clothes itched to come up to her top and spread it, let him gawk at her legendary tits again and nurse like a thirsty babe before she rid herself of her inhibitions. She wouldn't play with him like last time; she'd fuck him, pin him to the ground, and ride him several inches into it! He'd have a bruised pelvis, but he'd be all the happier for it!
The fingers fluttering at her pussy began to pinch at her clothes, exacting different techniques of grinding to get her hot and heady. He'd already done such a thorough job that her clit now felt stifled, wanting freedom and closer attention. Naruto's moving mouth was certainly up to the task of being relocated, Tsunade considered, but she didn't think either of them would stand for it: her being bottomless and him not seizing the opportunity to fill her with his shaft like they both wanted.
Again, he pinched; higher than her nub, and deliberate. Was he…? He was. He was feeling her up, trying to make an accurate map of her womanhood in his mind. She might not trust either of them if she let him look dead-on at her quim – She caught his hand by the wrist and raised it – but this should be okay.
She pulled out the front of her pants; a slot big enough for his hand to slip through. She guided him, and the moment his fingertips brushed her bare skin and felt the suffocating heat of her arousal within, he surged down to her cunt.
Her whole body gave a jolt, her moaning as he seized the chance. He dove under her panties, felt the smooth, hairless flesh of her pubic region, bothered her clit for a second before slipping down to the soaked folds of her sex.
Her panties were almost glued to her. They pulled back from Naruto's invasive hand, smearing him on either side with her dripping essence.
He recoiled from her neck, recoiled a pace to be able to gaze past her tits and observe his hidden hand. "Wow" was all he could say, awestruck by how drenched she was.
"Don't stop," she whispered to him, bringing him back against her to resume his mouth's work across her throat. Her hand stayed latched on his forearm on purpose; if she didn't clutch him, she'd surely expose her tits, and that'd lead them down the path of pure exposure.
Finally, the fiddling fingers delved into her. Her responsive gasp was hushed under his mouth. She gave into him, rolling her hips to the rhythm of his crooking fingers. By accident or by lessons, he went in deep and hooked his digits to that sensual spot inside of her. Manipulating her chakra, she could make that area a hundred time more sensitive, but she needn't go that far. Naruto tonguing her mouth, flexing his fingers at that spot in timed intervals, grinding his erection against her other leg, she didn't need to enhance her climax in any other way.
Naruto's in-depth probing staggered when the muscles around his fingers closed up. He tried to work them back with scissoring motions, but to his amazement, he could not find yield to the bloating channel. He seethed. Baa-chan had bitten his bottom lip hard enough to draw blood in her passionate frenzy. Luckily, he considered in the back of his mind, she was wringing the back of his jacket in her fist. If she'd been holding onto him, she'd be crushing bones. The best he could do for her now was just plunge his fingers in and out of her, listening to the muted squelching of each thrust. And his thumb showed attention to her clit in the meantime; practicing with ninja tools had made multitasking much easier, but he'd need to work at this to set up a real tempo for a Hokage.
Tsunade bowed her face into the neck of his jacket. Having tasted his blood, she realized her mistake and had put her teeth onto fabric instead to keep her screams of pleasure in check. Her gyrations had been thrown off, her knees quaking as she humped the air, instinctively trying to get to Naruto's groin as his fingers did the work of his manhood. She tensed and squeezed him until his digits were locked in place. He couldn't pull back nor could he get in. He just stayed as a wedge as the final waves of her orgasm went throughout.
She bit down hard enough that she could rip the jacket a hole with her teeth. Her face reddened, angry that she could not scream her pleasure or else someone might hear the echo and come rushing to the forest to catch her with Naruto's hand down her pants. But this was the risk taken. She should have known better than to meet with him alone, but, as she finally exhaled and began to grow limp, held up only by Naruto catching her drooping form, holding his fully-saturated hand out to the side as he braced her under her armpits, she could be proud of herself – and him – that this was all they needed.
Naruto was smiling, she saw as he set her up against the training post, using his arm to pillow her from the roughness of it. He told her he was glad that she'd come to see him. And up came the S-Rank scroll. At some point, he must have picked it up and was now preening over it. Hopefully that erection shoving out against his pantleg was still for her and not the excitement of this new adventure. She had half a mind to take the scroll back if it meant he'd stay by her side.
She left clear instructions within. And she'd be willing to answer his questions, but it was pretty straightforward. He was inspecting it, like it'd open on its own if he didn't look away, but she picked a hand up, turned his chin so he was facing her, and resumed their passionate kissing.
The scroll rolled onto the ground as she mounted his lap to deepen the kisses.
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Naruto awoke; groggy but feeling good. His morning wood certainly protested the goodness of the morning when it had been bathing in precum all night with no relief. After two years of tending to himself whenever his hormones reared, it was a rarity not to extract the bother of his arousal.
But he was feeling good regardless. His lips were still tingling and his mouth still tasted of faint alcohol and tea: Baa-chan. After the fingering, they'd done nothing but kiss until Tsunade tucked her head against his chest, resting to the sound of his running heart; he felt asleep not long after that.
When had Baa-chan left, though? She was such a slacker, he was certain that he was an earlier riser than her! And it was still not that late in the morning! He suspected that she had left him in the training grounds the second he fell asleep.
"Tch," he spat irritably, looking off to the side with indignation. "She coulda stayed. I would have taken her to breakfast, tebayo." Well, her loss, and he knew where to find her. He made to get up and stretch, but something in his hand caught his attention. He remembered dropping it, but now the scroll was clenched in his fist. Likely a memento from Baa-chan on her departure, fixing his hand around the scroll so he wouldn't forget it.
"Hee!" He blushed excitedly, clinging to it tightly. "Like I would forget it!" He stuffed it into his pocket and got up. "Alright!" He did some rudimentary stretches; sleeping against a post wasn't comfortable after all, so he wished Tsunade had woken him just to see him home. Oh well. He grinned. "I'll see what the mission is at home!" He leapt and moved with all haste to get back to the home he'd returned to.
He didn't bother stopping for anyone, though here and there, familiar faces called his name; not all in greeting, some were merchants or moms who had issue with the troublemaker. It wasn't downright hatred as before, but it wasn't friendly. Teuchi and Ayame were a pair of those happy to see him; the former called out to him and recommended that he stop by for a discounted meal, and Naruto shouted back that he would. "But I got something important to do at home first!"
Just what was it? What was so important that one Hokage put in the request specifically for the potential next Hokage?
Naruto got inside his apartment, closed the door, and sat down at his table. He should do some cleaning. The dust had built up and he hadn't done anything about it yet. He blew at the table to make a clear patch for the scroll. It deserved reverence, being hand-delivered and of such importance.
He broke the seal and unraveled it.
'The next Hokage must be someone recognized by all the Great Nations. It is on you to get recommendations from a citizen of the Land of Wind, the Land of Lightning, the Land of Waves, and the Land of Earth that you can petition for the promised title. You may travel whenever you are ready. Your assistant is already informed and prepared to go with you.'
Baa-chan's stamp was placed, making it an official document recognized by the Land of Fire. There were five boxes, each with the insignia of another Village's marker: Sand, Rock, Cloud, Mist, and Leaf. It didn't take a genius to figure out that those boxes were meant to be where the seal of recommendation was meant to go.
Naruto puzzled over it for a while, humming as he reread it. Not much too it, really. But, he though, who was he supposed to talk to in order to get recommendations? And how was he supposed to get them?! Were they going to give him a mission?
He had taken the scroll to his bedroom now. He looked at it next to the opened window, listening to the waking Village like it'd help him figure it out.
"Hmm. Where would I even start?" he grumbled in thought.
Down below, he vaguely heard the familiar voice of Shikamaru, engaged in a low quarrel with a visitor from the Sand Village. That blonde sister of Gaara's.
Naruto groaned, wishing they could keep it down while he tried to figure out this mission.
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Probably a lot of questions or none at all. Surely the assistant thing is of paramount importance. I already know who it is, but go on and guess! Some of you will be pleasantly surprised! I'm really glad I'm gonna get a chance to add him to the story!
April Fool's!
It's a woman.