Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Devil In the Moonlight ❯ Chapter 3

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

-You know you want more than this-, this was a voice that she'd not heard until that scandalous night, the events that had set in motion the unfamiliar needs that drove through her veins like a poison turning her vision red with the heat of unfulfilled demand. A low soft moan escaped from her lips before she could help herself, she was drawn to that little dip in his torso daring against all common sense to delve her tongue shallow into its contours, tracing her tongue in a slow circle around its edges. A small smile graced her lips as she felt him shudder beneath the cool trailings of that appendage. His arms squeezed tighter, his breath coming out hot and fast across the top of her scalp, was it in warning... was it in acceptance? She didn't exactly care at that moment, only the sweet candescence of one voice filled her ears and her mind and it was shouting over all the others, burying them beneath its dictum -MORE.... give me MORE...-

"Sakura," his voice trembled, echoing the heralded confusion and excitement building within his own being. His body betrayed him, it warred with his steely self control, committing treason to the very ideas that had stayed his hands thus far. This was wrong, she was too young, she was his student... his to protect... HIS to safeguard against the harsher realities of life, to shield and covet away and provide sanctuary to. But he couldn't deny the hard bulge of his manhood responding to the tiny little flicks of her tongue along the curve of his stomach and lower skirting the edges of his pants now. Oh Kami, her small hands were just there, rubbing over him through the material of his leggings, encouraging the uprising of his baser instinct.

"Stop this," but his voice hadn't come out sounding as strong as he'd have liked, it had fallen like a gentle breeze, almost an admission of wanting so much more. His fingers twitched around her, took firm hold of her shoulders as if he would toss her away from him, be rid of the foul temptress that only now lay her mouth over his stiffening shaft, her warm and soft lips cradling but a small portion of him through the restrictions of cloth. He had to stop this now before he lost himself, but he found himself wondering when she'd fallen away from that tapestry of purity in which he'd held her in such high esteem. Coils of heat were pouring in through that single swelling digit of offending flesh feed with insatiable need by the girl now kneeling before him. Painfully deep, his fingers left bruises across her shoulders, incited small gasps of despondency from the vixen.

"Please," and that was his undoing, her pleading utterance for acceptance, the soft and tortured look as she turned her face up to him in the broken rays of dying light. She seemed so very ethereal, so very insubstantial and again wavering on the nonexsistant fumes of some half life. He'd wanted to quash that countenance from her features forever, to give her anything to hold onto, even if it was for a short time his unbefitting flesh. There was a void to be filled and she wanted him to fill it, wanted him to carve himself into her continuance, grounding her to something very absolute and concrete. And if this was all he could do for her, he would fulfill his obligations, and be damned the unruly devotions of his mortal failings to the call of her wanton lusts.

He'd pulled her up with lightening reflexes, finding her mouth and not waiting for that parting welcome of her pert little lips. His was going to fill her, was going to surge hedonistically with every part of his vitality till that look in her eyes was cowed beneath the weight of his own ravenous compulsions. Her whimpers were simply a delight to be devoured as his tongue swept in past her defenses delving profoundly to sip of the nectar contained within that candied passage. A soft groan muffled against the bruising weight of his mouth brought him round to the fact that he'd forcibly slammed her into a nearby tree, the very same tree that she'd fallen from. Everything was blurring down to one moment and the next, his hands moving with trained speed greedily and unabashed tearing open her red dress edged in white, freeing the stiff peaks of taut breasts, the nipples long since having been rock hard.

She closed her eyes then, no objection forth coming as she answered his passions with her own, but her mind was set adrift, pulling her down into visions of her lost love despite the very real hands and mouth claiming her. Her fingers were trailing blindly across the expanse of a smoothly chiseled chest, the muscles chording beneath her not-so-innocent huntings. The warmth was pooling in her groin, aching to be pierced through to be driven to release, the delicate petals of her feminate flower dripping with the fluids of her vivification. As in all things, her teacher was late on his cue, taking his time and arriving at his destination when he so deemed it. He'd neglected the soft orbs of her breasts, drawing tight in exhilaration, he'd moved past the tempting invitation of that creamy bosom his hand scalding a path down her torso and to the shorts that clung fixedly to the fine definition of her legs.

Rational thought was all but cast aside, the decadent panting of two breaths risen in the thralls of frenzy accented by the sound of metal slicing easily through flimsy material. The kunai in his grip quivered, zig-zagging in its urgencies to release her of the burdens of those covers and the all too thin undergarments that bared him entrance into her most private oasiss. Expertly the cloth peeled and fell away leaving her vulnerable to his more private advances, if her eyes had been open she would have seen his eyes narrow, would have caught the motion of the kunia twirling on the edge of a finger before being slide home into the sheath on his thigh. But she was oblivious to it all, her head falling back against the tree, eyes squinted shut in preparation of what should come next and how she wanted what came next, wanted the feel of something... someone else inside of her.

"Fill me... fill me NOW," her smaller body thrashed, shifting forward in offering as the mouth of her nether lips parted enticingly, they shone with her moisture, making the passage slick, the scent of it wafting up like a heady incense to provoke him to take what she was sacrificing for that minute amount of harmony. A rustle of cloth and his hands upon her hips spread her wider, splaying her legs to rest upon his own and the evidence of his compliance stroked over the bud of her sex, making her cry out with that teensy massage of sensitive nerves. Clamping his lips down over hers, swallowing down each new cry from that sweet little mouth he pushed himself inside of her. It'd almost been too much for either to bare, her walls stretching unbelievable wide to accommodate the fit of him so very large swollen. She writhed uncontrollably, fighting against the breach of such an intimate part of her semblance, spikes of pain danced along her spine, up and up to encompass each delicately balanced nerve that flooded too with the enchantment of this filling.

Silently he cursed, his thoughts brief coherent flashes across the front of his brain, she'd been penetrated before, her maidenhead was gone, but no further than that. It'd seemed almost cruel to mark this beauty in such a fashion, a blemish of ill deed and she was deserving of so much more than that. It could have only been one that would have left her in such states, taking his leisures, indulging brutishly and unrequited. The boy's piercing eyes haunted the back of his mind, stole through his thoughts, invading HIS visceral moment with her. A grunt of anger made him deepen his strokes, forced him to speed his assault of that velvet smooth passage, so very slick over his oh so hard shaft. The sound of the coupling was thick and meaty, the wet drive of stony flesh pounding in a ferocious tempo into yeilding flesh, the beseeching whines from her and the feral volcilizations of his lecherous efforts. But his eyes upon her face brought another flare of chagrin, her eyes were still closed tight.

Her blatantly euphoric face contorted in pleasure wasn't enough, the soft pant of her labored breath wasn't enough. Her eyes were still closed to him, still locking part of her away from the true moment and there was enough pride within himself to despise that. No, this wouldn't do at all. She was going to acknowledge him, was going to acknowledge the fact that this was his stiff shaft thrusting deeply between her quivering thighs, pushing and pulling the pleasure in varying degrees through her body, pooling the warmth into the apex of her womb.

"Look at me damn it," his voice was rough with his own husky drive, he widened his stance allowing the small slip of a girl to drop lower, her weight coming down on his already straining thighs, impaling her ever sharper onto his pulsing member as he forced her back against the tree with each powerful thrust. His hands were on either side of her head, knuckles mottled as his fingers gripped at the bark behind her, her hair tickling so teasingly across his bare arms. He made a grab for her face, a strong hand gripping her chin forcing that lolling head to face forward. Ever so slowly those drowningly lost orbs fluttered open to look upon him, the distance in them clear and present.

No, this wasn't going to do at all. A moment of clarity and both his eyes came open wide, the single obsidian orb of his left eye dancing in a memorizing manner to draw her eyes to his own and then the swirling red and black sharingan began to spin within the right, pulling her further still into his commanding presence. He watched with satisfaction as the mist cleared away from her vision, brought her back round into the carnality she'd invoked herself. She was so blessedly tight as he drove himself harder into the fragile sheath of her body, her walls clinching like a fist around the invasion of her sexuality.

He could feel she was on the edge as he held her gaze, held her body with his own and took possession of her most intimate treasures, his cock almost vulgar as it slid the length of her folds, the bulbous head teasingly rubbing the engorged nub before wetly slamming back inside her. Her hips bucked up to meet his strokes, wild with abandon, she couldn't look away from him now, she was trapped within the scope of his scrutiny. He leaned in, his hitched breath scalding hot across her lips as he brushed past her cheek to the shell of her ear. With a sharp thrust he forced the full length of that hard girth into her palpitating cavern, caressing her with the very tip of him over that rough spot deep within the core of her being, she was riding higher, frantic and desperate as she tried to force him faster, but it was no use, he crushed her small body against the support and source of her confinement against her back.

"Who's your Daddy?", he timed his breathless whisper just at the climax of her convulsions, her orgasm almost violent in its intensity, she flailed and lashed about, her small hands digging into his shoulders, tiny crescent moon shapes left in his pale skin slowly seeping of crimson. But it'd had the affect he'd wanted, that one thing he'd craved most from her, an acknowledgment, his name screamed at the peak of her passion. "KAKASHI....." And that was the sweetest thing he'd heard the whole of the troublesome evening, she couldn't deny the lasting taint that would be left this night in her mind, so endearing and forbidden in its illicit submission. It was now their shared sullied undisclosed truth.

The spasms that rocked her body sent him into a frenzy, he from the first moment had harbored no illusions about gentleness and propensity, surrendering to the pure lewdness of the fucking of his student. With a final grunt and a embellished whimper from her bruised lips his seed spilled forth white hot, pouring in copious amount deep into her womb. The wood at his fingers began to crack and splinter, his fingers making deep purchase into the tree at the strength surging through his limbs as that wash of delight filled him and spilled over. But still he held her gaze, forced her to witness that purely masculine expression of assuredness in the propriety of her well ridden and laviscious form. Her eyes drew wide, for that was a look she'd never thought to see upon this man's face, it burned into the eyes and burrowed into her brain, she would remember this look for the rest of her life, even if she never partook of it again.

"Sensei," it was barely a whisper, an admission of reverence spoken slurred and breathless as the strength left her body and the darkness fluttered over the edges of her consciousness drawing her down into a slumber where not even the horrid monsters of her ego could find her. He held her thus, relearning how to breath as her sweet little figure slumped against his in complete submission and comfort. He'd purposefully waited to pull himself free of the restraints of her slit, savoring the unbelievable lethargic ambience, and taking an equal amount of relish in the small groan that cascaded from her unconscious form.

One night of bliss, one night of damnable chaos and stolen titillation and the girl with the hair the color of cherry blossoms found herself resting more peacefully within the comforts of home and hearth than ever before. The pain alone would be enough proof of her erotic escapades in the coming days, but it'd given her a measure of lucidity and tranquility that she never would have achieved all on her own. And always and forever she would be grateful of the man that had first lain so deep within her tenement, a small part of her would always somehow belong to the Copy Ninja of the Village Hidden in the Leaves.