Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ A Nearly Perfect Day ❯ A Very Useful Technique ( Chapter 2 )

Oh what the hell?

 

Her body started to drop to its knees. As she knelt Shikamaru lifted his head off the ground, sat up slightly and when he leaned back, his head rested on her thighs.

 

Oh Fuck this. Without any of her own volition her hands moved to the mans head, ran back over his hair and took the thong out of it to let the pineapple explosion of a pony tail down. Her hands ran through his hair, the dark locks passing between her fingers easily enough. Her nails lightly scraped across his scalp at the command of his shadow. He shifted his head back a touch and her hands moved to his temples, massaging gently.

 

“I'm glad I put this technique together, as long as I'm calm and relaxed, I can keep it up forever at this distance.” Most people would have sounded smug, or pleased with themselves. Shikamaru spoke in a sigh and a rumble, as if someone had woken him from a nap.

 

Her mind was racing. He could keep this going indefinitely? By now it seemed he had enough of the temple massage, because her hands moved to his neck working out what small kinks there were in the muscle there. The man didn't make a sound, which was somehow also a little scary. Yes she was a ninja, ninjas aren't supposed to get scared easily. Her brother was Gaara of the Sand, a sandstorm embodied, no creature that walked on two legs had more reason to be called terrifying than her brother, but somehow the genius' silence was more frightening in that moment. She couldn't move except at his silent command, even her breath was at his whim by now. Her hands moved to his collarbone, and after a moment, smoothed his jacket out of the way. Aside from his mesh undershirt he was bare-chested. Now her wayward hands began to massage his chest through the mesh, the coarse material contrasting sharply under her fingers with the tiny touches of his soft skin over hard muscle.

 

She blushed. Yeah, the technique turned her on, but she never wanted to actually do anything about it. Even if it wasn't her mind driving her body, she still felt what she touched. Being a ninja of the Sand didn't really leave time for romance, the last time she'd touched anyone in any way that wasn't violent was months ago when she'd gotten drunk in the grass country and been a little too grabby with a man who didn't know she was a ninja. As worldly as she seemed to those who knew her, she was still a virgin; she had neither the time, nor the inclination to give herself to anyone until she had to marry at the order of the Kazekage. In all ways she was a tool, a killing tool or a political tool, as the Kazekage's sister. Her marriage would be for a treaty somewhere, not for her own reasons.

 

Her hands moved lower now, over his tight stomach. To reach she was leaning over a little, and her breasts were right over the lounging mans face. Her curves were ample enough to block out half the sky from his view.

 

“Ahh well,” he thought, “if I can't cloud watch, I may as well enjoy the view elsewise. “

 

Temari's hands shot behind her and unties the laces to her overcorset. Once loose enough, it was pulled over her head. She knew she couldn't fight him, she knew she couldn't stop him, and now, she knew for sure where this was headed. As her hands loosened her top and exposed her breasts to the sunlight she wished she could stop, no matter how she willed her hands to move, they continued on to his puppet play. With her chest and stomach fully exposed, her body leaned forward again, and he allowed her to look down just in time to see a smirk on his face and a lecherous gleam in his eye before his face was lost to her view, blocked by her own bosom.

 

Her hands ran over his stomach again of their own accord and again her fingertips felt that running contrast of texture and consistency. Rough mesh over smooth skin over taught muscle. Every time the pads of her fingers found flesh under them, little pinpricks of excitement would dance up through her hands and arms and set her heart fluttering again. Nervous sweat covered her now; each breath she took was stained with the smell of her fright, her anger… and arousal.

 

Her body pitched further forward, her hands now running over the front of his thighs. Through the material of his pants she could feel his legs had that same entrapping makeup as his chest. Warm smooth skin, taught muscle. Her hands worked their way down his legs, and her body moved to accommodate her reach. By the time her hands made their way to his ankles, she was fully on her all fours over him, her knees to either side of his head. He had a perfect view up her skirt. Most ninjas who wore skirts wore shorts under them. She never really had, it wasn't nessacery and if some idiot allowed himself to get distracted over her anatomy during a fight, all the better.

 

It was useless but at that moment she regretted her views on shorts.

 

Shikamaru didn't.

 

“You know, I could smell how turned on you are before, just with my head in your lap, but from here I can actually see it. I had been almost worried about getting away with this before.” He smiled to himself; maybe the afternoon wouldn't be a waste after all.

 

Her blush deepened and spread. Her stomach even turned slightly red as her embarrassment mounted.

 

“Let's see just how turned on you really are.”

 

Her right hand moved between them, and now she was supported only by her overextended arm and her knees, which spread open a little further as her hand made it to the edge of her skirt, lifting the hem a little, and cupping her own sex. She had touched herself before, so the sensations weren't entirely new but with another mind driving her hand, it felt alien and strange. Then, expertly, her first and third fingers spread herself open, her middle finger pressed against the edges of her opening, and then slipped inside easily.

 

“Geeze, you really are hot for this, aren't you? “ Now he was starting to sound a little smug.

 

Slick on the outside from her nervousness, and slick on the inside from her excitement, her middle finger had no problems sliding into her until the knuckle pressed against the edge of her opening. As her finger withdrew it curved in and dragged along the front wall of her now dripping pussy. Temari's mouth would have been locked into a surprised “O” if she wasn't already locked in an expressionless face by his technique. That had felt very good, what was it?

 

Her hand pulled away from her and her middle finger swiped along Shikamaru's lower lip. She knew he would be able to taste her completely and the idea might have disgusted her any other time but right now it was only embarrassing. This man already had complete power over her body, what if the taste somehow offended him? What would he do?

 

She leaned back suddenly, and stood up. Smooth steps brought her to the shadow masters left side where she again knelt. Her body leaned forward again, and her teeth grabbed the bottom edge of his mesh shirt. She moved and dragged the net up over his stomach. When her teeth let go her head began running back down his body, her cheek pressed against his stomach and every now and again, her head would turn and her mouth would suck a tiny bit of his flesh between her full lips. When her lips reached the waistband of his pants he forced her to take a deep breath through her nose. She could smell him on the air, a musky full bodied scent that made her stomach knot and her thighs want to clench together. Her mouth opened, her tongue came out and slipped under the fabric lifting it slightly. Her teeth and tongue worked furiously for a moment and the top button came loose. After the stubborn button, her pupated tongue and teeth laid his fly open easily.

 

Apparently he preferred to go commando.

 

Her face was frozen in place so she could only stare at his manhood; he wouldn't let her look anywhere else. He wasn't huge, but he wasn't small either. He was circumcised and well groomed, a tuft of hair decorated his pubic region above the base of his cock, but he was otherwise shaven.

 

Then he spoke again, “Hey Temari, you want to do this right?” without her willing it to, her head nodded again.

 

No!

 

In a display of some kind of sickness, he was puppeting her body through motions of acceptance. If anyone had been watching, they would think she really was willing. No! She didn't want to do this; she didn't want to give herself to anyone. This would be rape, but no one would ever be able to prove it.

 

“You want to fuck me don't you Temari?” Her face twisted into what would look to any observer as a mischievous smile, and again her head nodded.

 

Her face was forced to look down again and there was his member waving slightly with his heartbeat. Her left hand snaked forward over him and her first finger and thumb encircled his engorged cock at the base, her other three fingers tracing lightly over his balls. Her hand slid up his length, squeezing lightly. She'd never touched a penis in her life, it felt so strange. Velvet skin over firmer spongy material. When her hand squeezed tightest she felt the flesh give way underneath the pressure a little. The heat from his member was astonishing in her hand. And then her body leaned forward again.

 

Her lips wrapped themselves around the head of his cock and her tongue pushed against the slit in it. A thick taste spread through her mouth sticking to the surfaces as her tongue spread it along. Her throat opened itself, and her head dropped onto him. Her forehead pressed against his thigh and she realized that she had actually taken his whole member into her mouth and not gagged, maybe that was controlled by this technique too. Her mouth began to work back and forth over him. On each outstroke her cheeks caved in a little from suction, on each trip back down his cock her tongue bathed the underside as best it could. Every now and again her body would lean back on her heels for a moment and her hand would pump him furiously, her saliva and his pre-cum making his flesh slick enough easily to move so fast and tight along it without hurting him.

 

By now she was crying. She couldn't sob, she couldn't make the sounds of crying, but tears had welled up in her eyes and were streaming down her cheeks. Her face was caught in an expression that broadcasted only pleasure and a predatory intent, held in false lust by a man who she would never have guessed would do this, but the tears still came. If she could have laughed, she might have. The grand total of things she could do without being pushed by his technique was sweating, crying and her cunt becoming sopping wet.

 

Her body went all the way down his cock again, and again it didn't gag her. The tears that were falling freely shot down her nose and onto his leg. Her body held him in her throat, and then began swallowing. The man who forced her to take him into her like this still made no sound. No moans, no hitches of breath, no contented sighs even. When her throat squeezed him tightly at his command, and her mouth pulled as hard on his member as it possibly could, she felt it swell suddenly.

 

Maybe when he cums he'll let me go, on purpose or on accident, she thought, believing the swelling was that momentary precursor to tasting her first real load. She was wrong.

 

Her body pulled up off him and her hands moved to her own knees as her shifting weight rose. Her left foot stepped over him, and then her body dropped to its knees again, now straddling her captor.

 

She could feel his hard heat between her legs; her skirt had hitched up just enough that as her legs stopped supporting her she felt his balls against her smooth pussy lips, the base of his hardness pressing against her clit through its hood.

 

Now she could look at his face again. It was almost impassive. No predatory grin, no evil glint in his eye, nothing gave away that what he was doing was horrible. He still only had that slight half smile and his hands were cradling his head again as he looked up at her.

 

Her hips began to rock. Only a tiny move forward, only a tiny move backward, but as they were, it was enough to make the tears flow with renewed vigor.

 

She looked like a whore sitting on top of him with her tits bare and her hips rocking. She looked like a whore with a disinterested customer; she looked like she had thrown away her dignity in an attempt to seduce the genius chuunin. They were in a ninja village, there were eyes everywhere, someone would see this, someone would know what a whore she was, what a whore he made her.

 

Each time her hips moved forward the pressure on her clit would jump and she would have gasped if she could control her own breath. Every time her hips moved back down the soft skin of his scrotum created a wonderful sensation over her labia, like a flexible tongue.

 

It felt amazing, she'd never felt so good and so terrible.

 

Her body leaned forward and slid up dragging her clit over his hardness until he was lined up with her entrance. Her body started to press down slowly.

 

So slowly.

 

The pressure against her entrance increased, but didn't break. Suddenly she wondered if his manhood would even fit inside her, she was a virgin and though she was a girl with generous hips, she never played with herself much, and the skin might tear before it stretched to accommodate him. Her body pressed a little harder against him and just as she was sure the smallest amount of pressure added would push him into her, her body froze.

 

“Are you sure you want this Temari?” He sounded so sincere, he sounded concerned, he sounded like he cared, he sounded like he would never force anyone to do this. Her head nodded itself again, nearly frantically this time. That did it, nobody would ever believe if she said it was rape. Someone had to be watching from cover, she was a foreign ninja in Konoha, they would have given her a tail, and that tail would tell the truth of what he'd seen if she tried to bring charges. He had her caught in a hundred ways.

 

Her body suddenly plunged down onto him. His cock hadn't seemed that big in her mouth, but now it felt like it was a mile long and it was wide enough to make her knees need to reset themselves before her legs would move her up again. She had lost her hymen ages ago, any ninja girl trained too hard for that little symbol of purity to remain intact very long. It was just as well, since it would have been destined to be destroyed in this manner had it lasted.

 

As the pain from the sudden intrusion started to bleed away, something much worse than the shock or the pain started to fill her up.

 

Pleasure.

 

Her hands were on his shoulders, and her ass was displayed lewdly to anything behind her. Her body moved along his length slowly at first, each nuance of his shape becoming burned into her mind. She was drooling now. Great. Tears, drool, sweat and girljuice, that's all she could do herself. Her tears and her drool had soaked his right shoulder and that side of his chest.

 

Then her body sped up. Her ass slammed itself down against his thigh, obscenely slapping against his flesh. Her belly rubbed against his in circles as the movement of her hips threw the rest of her body into motion. Her nipples scraped against the rough mesh of his shirt, they would be raw soon. It didn't even register to her though; her insides were being turned to fire. Every time she felt her hips lift off of his body she prayed he was done with her, and every time they slammed themselves down again, shoving his hard heat inside her, bruising her pussy and shattering her hope, she screamed inside her head.

 

It hurt so much, it hurt her heart, her body, and she would have sworn her soul. In her whole life she'd never cried like she was crying now.

 

Then he gripped her hips and started moving also.

 

The speed of the thrust into her body were doubled as their bodies moved in concert now, each thrust was more powerful because both of their hips were throwing their strength into it. The tip of his dick pressed against her cervix at the full depth of each thrust, adding to her pain and his pleasure.

 

Her body rode him like an experienced harlot, each twist of her hips perfectly timed to accept his cock as deeply as possible. She felt as his cock swelled again and she prayed that he wouldn't, but none of her prayers had been answered today and this one wouldn't be either. Her body froze and so did his as he began to pump cum into her. Her cunt spasmed and she came with him, hating herself for feeling good from this.

 

Her body leaned up, and back as his cock jumped for the last time inside her. Her hands touched the ground behind her and her knees came up. His legs were no longer underneath her and so as her body leaned back with him still inside her, her shoulders could touch the ground. Her hips rolled forward, and up. His cock came out of her, and so did a little of his cum but most of it stayed in her. Her knees were now touching her chest and her cunt was bared to the sky.

 

He looked down at her, still smiling the same smile he had been since this began. His face was flushed, and his breath was quick from his own exertion at the end but mostly he looked as if he could have been anywhere. He didn't look like a rapist, he didn't look like a man whose cum was inside the body of a girl who hadn't wanted it.

 

“You know, I think I'm going to take all of you today. Make you really regret chasing me out here to the edge of town like this.”

 

Take all of her? What? He already had, the son of a bitch…

 

Oh

 

Oh no.