Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Snake Bites ❯ The Second Bite ( Chapter 2 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: SacredRose 
It only takes one bite to be poisoned, another one and you might find yourself already in hell...
Anime/Manga: Naruto Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Hentai / Romance / Angst | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 07.21.2008 | Pages: 2 | Words: 5.7K | Visits: 2.5K | Status: Completed
It only takes one bite to be poisoned, another one and you might find yourself already in hell...
Anime/Manga: Naruto Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Hentai / Romance / Angst | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 07.21.2008 | Pages: 2 | Words: 5.7K | Visits: 2.5K | Status: Completed
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto
Please do tell me if this story is alright. I really don't have much experience posting or writing citrus.
Anyway, enjoy this last chapter!
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A lithe figure stealthily crept into the room, shutting the heavy door silently behind him. Observing the room, he noticed the still figure lying beneath the thin blankets on the bed near the far end of the room, and he grinned wickedly. The little blossom was probably still tired from their previous activities. Flicking his long hair back, he strode towards the blossom, carefully concealing his chakra and making his steps soundless. The little pink-hair was indeed a formidable shinobi and even exhausted, her senses dampened and chakra sealed by the manacles on her wrist, there was still the chance she might awaken before his task was completed.
Mindful of the bed's inhabitant, he deftly pulled the blanket from her body, his eyes devouring the prize he had claimed once already, and immediately he felt himself harden beneath the material of his kimono. Perhaps, I might indulge in the blossom, he thought as he imagine the feel of her, helpless and vulnerable beneath him, her body yet slicked by their prior actions, and yet painfully tight, unprepared for his invasion and yet accepting him all the same. He close his eyes for a moment enjoying the visual before returning to the task at hand. Yess,that might work, he mused. Afterall he could still complete the next part of his plan while enjoying himself. She had agreed to be his after all. It didn't matter that she thought her part already completed. That was her own problem.
Smirking devilishly, he gently rolled Sakura's small body until she lay on her stomach, still blissfully unaware in her slumber. A pale hand with dark fingernails pulled the sash of his kimono, parting it to reveal he wore nothing beneath. He grasped her hips, taking care that she remained asleep, and managed to place her on her knees, nudging her legs apart, her head still resting against the pillow in her slumber. Subarashii, he thought, positioning himself carefully behind her, the edges of his kimono framing his body.
Digging into his pocket, the pale man drew out two filled syringes, and held them in his hands as he hovered over the unconcious female. Shifting his hips, he nudged her opening with his hardness, his body weeping as he lubricated himself in their previous emulsions. Drawing back a bit, he then slammed his hips forward, plowing through the nin's unconcious body, drilling through her as his thickness attempted to fit itself into her tight, reluctant channel at the same time that his hands struck, emptying the contents of both syringes into the kunoichi's body as she was ripped from the world of unconciousness with a screech. Immediately, he placed the emptied syringes back into his pockets before violently pushing her head back down with one hand and pulling her body to him with the other.
Sakura had been having such a pleasant dream when she was jerked painfully back to reality. Her sleep-confused mind could not quite fathom what was happening, but Sakura could feel. Sakura could feel as a hardness tried to drill a new hole into her body simply because hers was currently too small for it. Sakura could feel the hands grasping her hard enough to bruise, could feel the rapid motions of in and out so hard and so swift that her body could not get accustomed to the invasion even as her walls lubricated themselves during their rebellion, gripping painfully tight to the organ prying them open as it continued its dance of attack and retreat, and she could feel her body rocking with the force of each thrust even as the first stirrings of masochistic pleasure raced down her spine as her invader's sacs slapped against her cheeks. What she couldn't feel, however were the two pin prinks of needles against her skin under this sensory onslaught-not that she was supposed to.
Orochimaru groaned loudly, his voice a hoarse darkness as he savoured the feeling of her impossible tightness fighting to keep him out even as instinct began preparing his welcome and the gasping moans torn from her throat. The heat, the growing slickness, the feral force of their mating; it was exquisite. The gold eyed nin, grasped her cheeks to part them, looking down to see himself disappearing inside her and soon he could feel himself coming close to that proverbial edge; he moved a hand downwards to tweak the pearl nestled between her lip to cajole her into joining him. Mintues later he felt her spasm and gave in to the rush he barely kept at bay, emptying himself inside her with a shout.
Withdrawing from her body, he watched as their combined fluids intermingled with blood to form a pale pink dripped from her slit, and carefully closed his kimono before leaving the panting kunoichi lying sprawled on the bed. Her eyes glazed with lust and body heavy as she fell into slumber again, unaware that it was only part exhaustion that was the cause.
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A whining sound came from her throat as the pink-haired woman twisted amongst the sheets feeling unnaturally hot. Damn, she thought, I thought I had the air conditioner on. Groggily, she kicked off the thin sheets feeling the cool air on her body, and yet still feeling hot. Opening her eyes she looked in the direction of her window only to find a stone wall staring back at her. What the hell?
Sitting up the young medic rubbed the sleep from her eyes and took a good look about her surroundings. Although the room seemed different and she couldn't quite recall the bed being so big she had an inkling as to where she was. Oh, I'm still here, she throught grimly, her thoughts as though in a foggy daze, making it difficult to concentrate. Had she been moved during the night? She couldn't remember. Swinging her legs off the bed, she made to rise only to feel a sharp pain between her legs followed but a rush of acute pleasure.
Oh my, she thought as she shuddered, her knees nearly bucking. Her body felt so tight, strained, and hot. As though something lava were flowing through her viens instead of blood, as she felt an uncomfortable pressure rise within her, feeling as though it were to tear through her, and she resisted the urge to writhe. What is wrong with me? She thought in a haze as she tried to get a feel on her surroundings despite the thick haze her mind seemed enveloped in. Walking upright she felt something trickle down her thighs and looked down, only to see a mess of blood and other body fluids leaving sticky, though dry trails on her skin. Damn I need a bath.
Jade eyes narrowed she looked around her looking for the telltale sign of a bathroom, her hazy mind not quite recalling that she was a prisoner of sorts in this place as she scouted out a door. Oh, found one, she thought, wait no, two.... She looked towards the large heavy door furthest from the door inlaid with strange designs against its black surface. Well that door seems rather large so I'm guessing it isn't the bathroom, she reasoned as she headed towards the smaller gray door standing starkly against the deep black of the wall. She wiped her forehead with the back of her hand. God it's hot.
Surprisingly it was indeed a bathroom, albiet a small one with only a shower, soap, and a toilet. Reasonably there were no sharp objects in the room nor were there any mirrors or impliments that could be used as weapons. After helping herself to the use of the toilet, the dazed kunoichi stepped into the stall and under a spray of cold water. Ahh, that feels nicer,she thought as her body cooled slightly. Leaning back, she pressed herself against the tiles, enjoying their coolness. Mmm, feels so nice, she thought as she became enchanted by the sensations of the water hitting her body and the imprint of the tiles against her skin. Lazily, she began rubbing up against the tiles, jolts of pleasure shooting down her spine at the slightest contact. Even the gentle slide of soap against her skin seemed too much, tearing shudders from her body, as her blood flowed hot into her groin, and she could feel herself get wet.
"Damn,"she cursed softly, as she stepped out of the shower and tried to towel off, stepping back into the room. The pressure inside her seemed to get stronger, pushing insistently against her and this time she did writhe, nail digging into her skin, and legs squeezed tight as she tried to get some relief. What the fuck is wrong with me?She thought vaguely before the fog seemed to get thicker and soon, the throbbing pressure was all she could think of. So distracted was she, Sakura didn't even notice she wasn't wearing the manacles anymore.
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"Kabuto," Orochimaru's silky voice purred as he looked away from the reports he was reading.
"Hai Orochimaru-sama?,"the silver-haired nin asked as he looked up from his vials he was working with.
"Have all preparations been completed?"
"Hai Orochimaru-sama,"Kabuto answered. "All that remains is to inform the Uchiha to arrive at the observation area at the appointed time."
The snake sannin broke into a feral grin."Excellent,"he hissed."On my signal inform Sasuke to arrive and make sure the area is well suited to our needs." He pushed the papers aside, pleased with the results of Kabuto's latest projects. His serpentine eyes caputred the obsidian ones of his companion,"And do not forget to make your apperance as agreed. Should you be even a minute late I shall be very displeased."He hissed.
"Of course Orochimaru-sama,"Kabuto answered cheerfully, his voice unconcerned and eyes filled with devotion for his master. Besides, he rather liked the plan; it wasn't often his master was willing to share.
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The door to the room opened, and immediately Sakura sprang upwards, her instincts telling her to pounce as she saw a figure she realize was male had entered. Whimpering in need, the kunoichi tried to fight her instincts, her body twitching in agitation, as her fogged mind tried in vain to warn her of something. What was it? She knew her mind was trying to tell her that it would be wrong to do what her body so desperately desired, but for the life of her she couldn't quite remember why.
Male. The male was moving closer to her even as she fought herself, body quivering with desire. Green orbs stared vapidly, devouring sight of the thin, muscled figure peaking forth from the material of a pale kimono tied loosely by a purple sash. Her breath hitched as the dark-haired man gave her a devilish grin and reached to touch her cheek lightly. Immediately she latched onto him, her lips finding his to devour them as she rubbed against his form shamelessly.
Gold eyes sparkled with dark amusement. Oh yes, his plan was going about perfectly. The savage looking kunoichi overcome by an animalistic lust looked absolutely delectable, and anyone watching would think her a temptress set soley on him. Grasping her pink locks tightly, he deepened the kiss and allowed his hands to caress her aching breasts.
Twisting in his grip, petite hands pulled at the sash holding his kimono closed and pushed the material down,baring his body, and in the distance, Orochimaru heard a soft, unmistakable click. He smirked against Sakura's lips. Perfect. Now the stage was set. Casually he scraped his nails lightly on the skin of kunoichi's throat and she gasped, breaking the kiss to push him down in an attempt to straddle him. Panting lightly, he allowed her to lay over him, peppering his body with kisses, but grasped her hips and held them away from his own, denying her penetraton.
"Do you want me so much little one?" his silky voice caressed, loud enough that the words could be heard clearly through the room."Do you want my body in yours? The body of this Orochimaru?"His voice vibrated huskily.
"Yes!"Sakura whimpered, trying to impale herself despite his strong hold on her hips. Slitted pupils widened, and he stared at her hungrily.
"Then ride me little one,"he commanded, letting go of her hips.
Instantly, she was on him, sitting up and hips driving downwards, seating his hardness fully into herself with a wailing moan. "Yess!"She moaned as she began to bounce. Her body driving onto his at a rapid pace as she tried to quench the fire burning in her.
Beneath her, Orochimaru grunted, the feeling of her small, muscled body sucking his in driving him insane, and soon he began thrusting upwards to meet her movement as she released strangled moans. Her cavern was exquisite, and in the back of his mind he contemplated keeping her after his goal was met.
Sweat drenched locks bobbed as the kunoichi's movements became frenzied, her body clenching tightly a moment before pleasure ripped through her with a scream, forcing the pale nin to follow. Panting heavily, her head bowed, she could feel her body filling with fire again. The small release paving the way for the threatening tide. Fustrated she tried to grind into him, his softened body useless to her quest and she cursed.
Fangs gleamed, and concentrating Orochimaru sent a small pulse of chakra towards his subordinate as he moved the kunoichi off him, disentangling from her depths with a wet squelch. Sakura growled in fustration as she was pushed off, his body and clenched her thighs tight. Kami, when would it end?
A sound broke her from her irritated inner raving and her startled green eyes rose to see the silver-haired figure of Kabuto entering through the door and setting down a stool before closing the door tightly behind him. Her body spasmed and she groaned aloud. She had to get rid of this terrible itch.
"Welcome, Kabuto,"Orochimaru greeted as he lounged on the bed, his nude body gleaming in the light."I am sure our little blossom is pleased to see you. Isn't that right Sakura-chan?"He hissed mockingly, and she could only nod dumbly, her mind not quite processing his words, but quite aware that there was another male in the room, albeit and overdressed on in his shinobi gear, but it wasn't anything a few good movements could get rid of.
The nukenin's onyx eyes devoured the kunoichi from behind his glasses as he moved to the center of the room with the stool. The cherry blossom truly looked edible covered only in sweat and gazing at him as though he were prey, her breasts hanging heavily and her legs parting slightly as she crawled off the bed to stalk closer to him. His master truly was too generous.
Deft hands gripped his shirt tightly, as Sakura managed to meet him, pulling the offending garment. “Off,”she commanded hoarsely, part of her mind screaming at her that this was wrong and that she had to stop from behind a thick mist even as her body grew wetter, mixed juices drizzling down her thighs. Kabuto looked over the pink head to the dark-haried nin still lying lazily on the bed; he nodded, and Kabuto promptly began discarding his clothing with finesse.
“Sakura,” the sannin purred, “Sakura!” She turned towards him, green eyes glazed. “You would like to play with Kabuto wouldn’t you?”He coaxed. She nodded. “Then be a good girl, little one and lay across that stool.” She stared at him dumbly, then her body jerked like a marionette whose strings have been pulled and lay on the stool. “No,”he chided,”Not like that. Only your lower body.” After a few moments filled with awkward attempts Sakura managed to place herself in the correct position. Her lower body thrust upward at a sharp angle, while her head pointed towards the floor, her weight braced on her hands. “Good,”he intonated.
By this time, Kabuto had long since finished undressing and the blossom was staring at his length, thicker even than the nin before, pointing proudly at her. She swallowed and wiggled enticingly, a whimper escaping her lips. The silver-haired medic kneeled down, moving to stand behind her and grabbed her legs, spacing them wider and discreetly binding them to the floor
"Perfect,"Orochimaru rasped as he watched, rapt.
Kabuto smiled coyly and grasped Sakura's cheeks, parting them to see the dripping entrace beckoning sweetly to him. "Please, please"she begged, voice breathy as she wiggled. Positioning himself, the nin slid a finger into her, testing waters, a moment before he moved back spearing her depths violently as he groaned. She was just as Orochimaru had warned him, painfully tight and hot.Kabuto could hardly express his delight. He was sunk into being seized by the same muscles that had held his master; soon his seed too would be mingled intimately with his own. Intoxicating.
Adroitly, the nin slid his finger to her heat before spearing her again with a swift, forceful thrust that jerked her body forward and made her arms falter, dropping her head to the floor. Each movement tore her, the squelching noises a chorus, as Kabuto began to jack hammer into her, her face dragging against the floor, hitting deep to her bodies rapture even as her mind began a mantra of no's as she cursed herself, the fog lifting enough that she knew this was wrong but was helpless against her body's demands.
"Kami!"She shrieked feeling herself fracturing, fragmenting into tiny pleasured pieces as her body was wracked with shudders, yet the nin continued on, a grunt and exclaimation of "fuck" the only indication that he noticed her reaction. Shuffling caught her attention and she noticed that Orochimaru had lifted himself from the bed and was now kneeling before her. Grasping her pink locks roughly, the sannin jerked her head, the pain causing an echoing spasm through her.
"Open your mouth,"he demanded, and helplessly she obeyed unaware of the eyes watching her. God, what fuck are you doing Sakura, part of her mind chastized as a rough shove embedded his pale manhood into her mouth. It's obvious your fucking them another part of her answered sarcastically. Whore! Useless little fucking whore,the voice mocked. "Suck,"Orochimaru growled,tugging her hair painfully, and she did. Sasuke could never want you!
It was an odd yet arousing situation to be stuck between two men, one thrusting so hard that each movement forced her to take the other deeper into her. However, while her body definately seemed to be enjoying the situation, the small fragment of coherent thought certainly did not as it began anew to curse her idocy and her traitorous bodies reaction.
"So close," Orochimaru hissed as he stared at the kunoichi devouring him. Kabuto caught the sannin's gaze as the words caught his ears and he began to strike deeper, rotating his hips so that soon all three were jerking as they reached the pinnacle of their pleasure.
Releasing the Sakura from her invisible binds, all three sprawled on the floor, trying to regain their breaths-Orochimaru more graciously kneeling with his head bowed, sweat-drenched hair falling like a black curtain over his face while the other two lay on their sides.
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When he had first been called into the observation room, Uchiha Sasuke had been confused and suspicious. Kabuto had simply informed him to sit and uttered a cryptic "enjoy the show" before leaving with a suspicious glint in his eyes. Sasuke really didn't trust the medic, but nor did he trust Orochimaru; they were both simply a means to an end. To kill Itatchi.
His dark eyes narrowed at the thought of his brother. That bastard was going to die by his hand any day now. Uchiha Sasuke did not take well to betrayal especially that of someone as dear to him as his once beloved ni-san, thus it was no surprise that when the "show" finally began, the stoic Uchiha heir was fuming in his seat, his crimson sharingan eyes blazing with fury as his mind tried to rationalize what he was seeing.
Sakura, his Sakura, shy, loving, though bossy,(and with one hell of a temper), Sakura was currently straddling his sensei with vigor. It was inconcievable, his mind trying to rationalize what he was seeing, and yet a dark corner of his mind whispered that if his brother could betray him so could his teammate. His heart dropped, a sinking feeling of despair setting in as he felt his fragile hold on his heart shatter before it was drowned out by anger.
Anger burned hot, threatening to consume, and he desired nothing more than to kill Orochimaru in that moment. Sakura was HIS. He felt the cursed seal throb, burning as black began to mar his features as his anger released the darkness within him.
He scowled. It was possible that there was more to it than what he was seeing, but watching her as she writhed and moaned for another man when it should have been him. It infuriated him! How dare that bitch do this to him? Was love for him so fickle that she would betray it by sleeping with his sensei, number one enemy of Konoha? Silently, he swore that as soon as he lef the room he would show her why she should never betray an Uchiha. Her life, however little of it she would have left, would be hell. Yet even as he cursed, he found himself unable to leave, inexplicably drawn to what was happening.
Little did he know it would soon get worse. Kabuto had yet to play his part.
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Insi de Sakura felt the urge to cry, to scream, to tear her hair out as she realized what she had done. She had sex with Kabuto! Kabuto! He wasn't part of the deal! The fog had begun to lift significantly from her mind,(enough for her to curse herself), though her libido continue to rage, her body feeling heavy. Orochimaru was crawling towards her now. His pale, slim hands reaching under her to pick her up and she hissed at the contact, rolling into his touch.
"I hope, little one," he whispered against her,"you have more stamina than this. We are not done with you yet." She froze inwardly, cringing. Oh god, it couldn't get worse than this could it? Damnit what had she gotten herself into? The snake sannin lay her on the disheveled bed, turning her to her side with a caress and she shivered involuntarily. God what was wrong with her? She was like some cat in heat. Her body still craved more, causing her to part her legs enticingly.
"Eager," the nin chuckled as he ran his hand down her side in a caress before grabbing her right leg and jerking it upwards, revealing herself to him. Teasingly he ran a finger up her thigh, her breath hitching. "I'm going to fuck you now."
Her eyes swam, thoughts growing incoherent as he teased the edges of her sex, and she moaned. His eyes flashed dangerous. "Do you want that?" He demanded harshly thrusting a finger into her slickness.
"Yes,"she cried hoarsely. No she wanted to cry out, I don't want this but I have to you bastard!
"Yes what?"He threatned nibbling on her thigh.
What the hell did he want her to say? As though he could hear her he chuckled and clarified,"my name kunoichi."
"YYes Orochimaru"she stuttered, finding it hard to talk as she squirmed trying to impale herself on his retreating finger.
He grinned and lengthened his tounge, the smooth muscle caressing her leg as it journeyed towards her groin before it plunged into her for the third time. Dexterously he teased her until she cried out at him begging him to fuck her even as she inwardly called herself a whore. Carefully, the sannin scooted forwards, stradling her left leg and holding her right one higher before he allowed his member to join his tounge inside her.
Oh God, what was that? She could feel the limber muscle dancing inside her even as Orochimaru began to fuck her. The sensation was enough to make her eyes roll and her body dance. Her hands rose, and she tried to sit up only to be pushed back down by Kabuto whom pinned her wrists, unaware that she was positioned perfectly so that her unknown voyeur could watch.
Orochimaru looked towards the wall and grinned. No doubt the Uchiha was breaking with every moan torn from the kunoichi's lips. Yes, his plan was going along nicely, he could feel the Uchiha pulling on the cursed seal in his anger, and soon his mind would follow. Now only for the grand finale.
Sakura groaned and whimpered, feeling the serpent-like nin retreating from her unfufilled body. Damn him, why was he stopping now part of her demanded! God, she was so fucked up! She shouldn't be thinking this way. It was wrong, he was Orochimaru for God's sake! She was a dirty, vile, whore for giving into him again and again. And she had even fucked Kabuto. Damn it all! Damn her body! What the hell had come over her? She never was such a hussy before.
"Kabuto," Orochimaru rasped,"it is time to give the little one her present."
"Of course Orochimaru-sama,"Kabuto drawled as he crawled onto Sakura and licked her lips. Digging his fingers into her hair, Kabuto kissed her for the first time, his lips caressing her own, teeth nipping hard enough to draw blood causing her to gasp so his tounge could join the play. Maneuvering with a quiet grace, Kabuto drew Sakura to him as he lay back allowing her to crawl onto him. Immediately she noticed the hard length pressed against her stomach and squirmed. No, she tried to tell herself, I will not do it. Not with Kabuto. Yet her body refused to obey, her hips thrusting downwards to rub against his head.
"Ah, Sakura," Kabuto grunted and gripped her, pulling her hips down on his so that he slid into her with a smooth movement that threw her head back. Gaining some control, she tried to move away, and the nin's eyes narrowed. Bringing a glowing hand upwards, he injected chakra into her, causing her thoughts to fall away and her body to collapse onto him, wrigling.
The drugs are wearing off, he analyzed, good thing I am a medic, poor Sakura-chan doesn't stand a chance. Carefully the silver-haired man sat upwards, his muscles rippling with the movement and splayed Sakura's hips about him as he began to thrust slowly. Behind her, Orochimaru hung over her unsuspecting frame. The nin leaning down to graze her skin with his fangs as he grasped her body and tried to find a suitable angle. Grinning wickedly he leaned towards her ear. "Prepare to scream."
What the? What does he me- she started to think when suddenly the question was answered as the sannin attempted to thrust into a hole already occupied. Oh my God. Her muscles strained, attempting to keep the nin out as he applied more force. It won't fit. It can't fit. Oh God stop it! Stop! She thought, yet the words died on her lips.
"Kabuto." That one word was enough. The dark-eyed medic reached between their bodies and closed his eyes, sending his chakra to the right part of Sakura's body to cause her to dialate. Instantly Orochimaru was there, pushing into that centimeter of space to fit himself inside, and Sakura could feel her walls parting, stretching agonizingly wide to accomadate two girths.. One push two, three, and he was embedded as deep as he could go, and Kabuto, that sick bastard, let go of the jutus, causing her to snap even tighter around the two. She screamed, Kami, did she scream.
Suddenly they began to move, pistoning into her like two seperate machines, her walls clutching them tightly, trying to reject its invaders. Traiterous as ever her body thrummed with pleasure, even as her abused muscles throbbed in painful protest. Please stop, she begged inwardly. Oh god, is Sasuke worth this? She calmed slightly. Yes, yes he was, but god, she didn't know it would be so painful, so humiliating. Having them use her body and being unable to do anything but writhe. What? Was she drugged? This shouldn't be feeling this good. Oh God, they drugged me! The realization struck hard, no wonder it was so hard to think!
A hands palmed her breasts, squeezing them tightly, another played with her cruelly with her clit. Mouths tore at her body, placing gasping kisses along her spine, her neck, her shoulder, as two bodies move within her own, caressing each other as they left. Fangs embedded themselves into her shoulder, lapping greedily at the blood that welled there and she screamed. They moved faster, fucking her brutally despite whatever attempts they might have made to be gentle. And it was too much. Thrusts became frenzied, movements frantic, and the hand playing against her button was joined by another. The sensation was too much. Sandwiched between them, being played like some defiled instrument, Sakura shrieked as orgasm ripped violently through her, her body tightening like a vice.
"Fuck," she heard someone yell, as they came inside her, their jerking movements soon provoking the other so that she could feel the warmth of their seed coating her womb. She spasmed again, thrusting her body wildly against them again and again before collapsing against Kabuto's chest. The three soon lying in a heaving pile on the bed.
Somewhere there was a muffled scream, so filled with pain, so heart breaking, that Sakura was immediately hit with dread, its coldness seeping into her to chill her bones.
"Well done Sakura," Orochimaru rasped, his eyes gleaming with a fierce pleasure."I am sure your audience was quite entertained."
"What?"she asked weakly, breaths still coming hard.
Orochimaru only chuckled darkly and preformed a few handsigns. The wall instantly began fading to the transparent color of glass and looking inside, Sakura's heart shattered.
Struggling, she tried to pull Orochimaru off her and he allowed her, her limbs disentangling from Kabuto's even as he eyed her with a savage joy echoing in his eyes. "Sasuke,"she screamed, seeing her love consumed by the cursed seal, his eyes glinting dangerously."Oh god, Sasuke. I didn't..I couldn't.. I had to... "she stuttered, trying to find the words to explain. He bared his fangs, angrily. "It isn't what it seems!"she screamed, pounding on the glass,"I did it for you! Sasuke! Sasuke!" She sobbed helplessly falling to her knees, tears trailing down her face. Sasuke fell to the ground clutching his head, emitting an inhuman screech of fustration and pain a moment before he lashed out, the wall breaking under his power.
"Damn you,"he screeched,"Damn you! Fuck you! Bitch!" He grasped the kunoichi's arm violently. "How could you?"He shrieked, voice faltering with his pain, cracking,"Sakura how could you betray me with him!" He shook her violently, sharingan swirling dangerously.
"I didn't,"she sobbed, clutching onto him, her green eyes imploring him to understand."It was for you Sasuke! I did it for you! So you could be free!"She was near hysterical now her nails digging into Sasuke's skin in her frenzy as she tried to get him to understand. Oh God, I'm such a fucking idiot!
Still on the bed, Orochimaru grinned wickedly. Yes it seemed as though his plan had come to fruititon rather nicely. True he had simply expected the Uchiha to fall into a broken hearted disbelief, his mind shattering under the knowledge, but this rage would also work. All the Uchiha needed to do was give in to the cursed seal a little more and his mind would be gone. Now all he had to do was wait and see how the drama played out. Hopefully Sasuke wouldn't damage the blossom too much. In the future he would need another Uchiha or two.
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So what do you think? Is it okay? Should I change it? Is it good? What did you think?
Do you think Orochimaru will have won or did he make some miscalculation causing him to fail miserably?
Perhaps you will never know....
Should I write an ending? I have an idea for two possible outcomes. Tell me what you think and review!
Please do tell me if this story is alright. I really don't have much experience posting or writing citrus.
Anyway, enjoy this last chapter!
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A lithe figure stealthily crept into the room, shutting the heavy door silently behind him. Observing the room, he noticed the still figure lying beneath the thin blankets on the bed near the far end of the room, and he grinned wickedly. The little blossom was probably still tired from their previous activities. Flicking his long hair back, he strode towards the blossom, carefully concealing his chakra and making his steps soundless. The little pink-hair was indeed a formidable shinobi and even exhausted, her senses dampened and chakra sealed by the manacles on her wrist, there was still the chance she might awaken before his task was completed.
Mindful of the bed's inhabitant, he deftly pulled the blanket from her body, his eyes devouring the prize he had claimed once already, and immediately he felt himself harden beneath the material of his kimono. Perhaps, I might indulge in the blossom, he thought as he imagine the feel of her, helpless and vulnerable beneath him, her body yet slicked by their prior actions, and yet painfully tight, unprepared for his invasion and yet accepting him all the same. He close his eyes for a moment enjoying the visual before returning to the task at hand. Yess,that might work, he mused. Afterall he could still complete the next part of his plan while enjoying himself. She had agreed to be his after all. It didn't matter that she thought her part already completed. That was her own problem.
Smirking devilishly, he gently rolled Sakura's small body until she lay on her stomach, still blissfully unaware in her slumber. A pale hand with dark fingernails pulled the sash of his kimono, parting it to reveal he wore nothing beneath. He grasped her hips, taking care that she remained asleep, and managed to place her on her knees, nudging her legs apart, her head still resting against the pillow in her slumber. Subarashii, he thought, positioning himself carefully behind her, the edges of his kimono framing his body.
Digging into his pocket, the pale man drew out two filled syringes, and held them in his hands as he hovered over the unconcious female. Shifting his hips, he nudged her opening with his hardness, his body weeping as he lubricated himself in their previous emulsions. Drawing back a bit, he then slammed his hips forward, plowing through the nin's unconcious body, drilling through her as his thickness attempted to fit itself into her tight, reluctant channel at the same time that his hands struck, emptying the contents of both syringes into the kunoichi's body as she was ripped from the world of unconciousness with a screech. Immediately, he placed the emptied syringes back into his pockets before violently pushing her head back down with one hand and pulling her body to him with the other.
Sakura had been having such a pleasant dream when she was jerked painfully back to reality. Her sleep-confused mind could not quite fathom what was happening, but Sakura could feel. Sakura could feel as a hardness tried to drill a new hole into her body simply because hers was currently too small for it. Sakura could feel the hands grasping her hard enough to bruise, could feel the rapid motions of in and out so hard and so swift that her body could not get accustomed to the invasion even as her walls lubricated themselves during their rebellion, gripping painfully tight to the organ prying them open as it continued its dance of attack and retreat, and she could feel her body rocking with the force of each thrust even as the first stirrings of masochistic pleasure raced down her spine as her invader's sacs slapped against her cheeks. What she couldn't feel, however were the two pin prinks of needles against her skin under this sensory onslaught-not that she was supposed to.
Orochimaru groaned loudly, his voice a hoarse darkness as he savoured the feeling of her impossible tightness fighting to keep him out even as instinct began preparing his welcome and the gasping moans torn from her throat. The heat, the growing slickness, the feral force of their mating; it was exquisite. The gold eyed nin, grasped her cheeks to part them, looking down to see himself disappearing inside her and soon he could feel himself coming close to that proverbial edge; he moved a hand downwards to tweak the pearl nestled between her lip to cajole her into joining him. Mintues later he felt her spasm and gave in to the rush he barely kept at bay, emptying himself inside her with a shout.
Withdrawing from her body, he watched as their combined fluids intermingled with blood to form a pale pink dripped from her slit, and carefully closed his kimono before leaving the panting kunoichi lying sprawled on the bed. Her eyes glazed with lust and body heavy as she fell into slumber again, unaware that it was only part exhaustion that was the cause.
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A whining sound came from her throat as the pink-haired woman twisted amongst the sheets feeling unnaturally hot. Damn, she thought, I thought I had the air conditioner on. Groggily, she kicked off the thin sheets feeling the cool air on her body, and yet still feeling hot. Opening her eyes she looked in the direction of her window only to find a stone wall staring back at her. What the hell?
Sitting up the young medic rubbed the sleep from her eyes and took a good look about her surroundings. Although the room seemed different and she couldn't quite recall the bed being so big she had an inkling as to where she was. Oh, I'm still here, she throught grimly, her thoughts as though in a foggy daze, making it difficult to concentrate. Had she been moved during the night? She couldn't remember. Swinging her legs off the bed, she made to rise only to feel a sharp pain between her legs followed but a rush of acute pleasure.
Oh my, she thought as she shuddered, her knees nearly bucking. Her body felt so tight, strained, and hot. As though something lava were flowing through her viens instead of blood, as she felt an uncomfortable pressure rise within her, feeling as though it were to tear through her, and she resisted the urge to writhe. What is wrong with me? She thought in a haze as she tried to get a feel on her surroundings despite the thick haze her mind seemed enveloped in. Walking upright she felt something trickle down her thighs and looked down, only to see a mess of blood and other body fluids leaving sticky, though dry trails on her skin. Damn I need a bath.
Jade eyes narrowed she looked around her looking for the telltale sign of a bathroom, her hazy mind not quite recalling that she was a prisoner of sorts in this place as she scouted out a door. Oh, found one, she thought, wait no, two.... She looked towards the large heavy door furthest from the door inlaid with strange designs against its black surface. Well that door seems rather large so I'm guessing it isn't the bathroom, she reasoned as she headed towards the smaller gray door standing starkly against the deep black of the wall. She wiped her forehead with the back of her hand. God it's hot.
Surprisingly it was indeed a bathroom, albiet a small one with only a shower, soap, and a toilet. Reasonably there were no sharp objects in the room nor were there any mirrors or impliments that could be used as weapons. After helping herself to the use of the toilet, the dazed kunoichi stepped into the stall and under a spray of cold water. Ahh, that feels nicer,she thought as her body cooled slightly. Leaning back, she pressed herself against the tiles, enjoying their coolness. Mmm, feels so nice, she thought as she became enchanted by the sensations of the water hitting her body and the imprint of the tiles against her skin. Lazily, she began rubbing up against the tiles, jolts of pleasure shooting down her spine at the slightest contact. Even the gentle slide of soap against her skin seemed too much, tearing shudders from her body, as her blood flowed hot into her groin, and she could feel herself get wet.
"Damn,"she cursed softly, as she stepped out of the shower and tried to towel off, stepping back into the room. The pressure inside her seemed to get stronger, pushing insistently against her and this time she did writhe, nail digging into her skin, and legs squeezed tight as she tried to get some relief. What the fuck is wrong with me?She thought vaguely before the fog seemed to get thicker and soon, the throbbing pressure was all she could think of. So distracted was she, Sakura didn't even notice she wasn't wearing the manacles anymore.
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"Kabuto," Orochimaru's silky voice purred as he looked away from the reports he was reading.
"Hai Orochimaru-sama?,"the silver-haired nin asked as he looked up from his vials he was working with.
"Have all preparations been completed?"
"Hai Orochimaru-sama,"Kabuto answered. "All that remains is to inform the Uchiha to arrive at the observation area at the appointed time."
The snake sannin broke into a feral grin."Excellent,"he hissed."On my signal inform Sasuke to arrive and make sure the area is well suited to our needs." He pushed the papers aside, pleased with the results of Kabuto's latest projects. His serpentine eyes caputred the obsidian ones of his companion,"And do not forget to make your apperance as agreed. Should you be even a minute late I shall be very displeased."He hissed.
"Of course Orochimaru-sama,"Kabuto answered cheerfully, his voice unconcerned and eyes filled with devotion for his master. Besides, he rather liked the plan; it wasn't often his master was willing to share.
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The door to the room opened, and immediately Sakura sprang upwards, her instincts telling her to pounce as she saw a figure she realize was male had entered. Whimpering in need, the kunoichi tried to fight her instincts, her body twitching in agitation, as her fogged mind tried in vain to warn her of something. What was it? She knew her mind was trying to tell her that it would be wrong to do what her body so desperately desired, but for the life of her she couldn't quite remember why.
Male. The male was moving closer to her even as she fought herself, body quivering with desire. Green orbs stared vapidly, devouring sight of the thin, muscled figure peaking forth from the material of a pale kimono tied loosely by a purple sash. Her breath hitched as the dark-haired man gave her a devilish grin and reached to touch her cheek lightly. Immediately she latched onto him, her lips finding his to devour them as she rubbed against his form shamelessly.
Gold eyes sparkled with dark amusement. Oh yes, his plan was going about perfectly. The savage looking kunoichi overcome by an animalistic lust looked absolutely delectable, and anyone watching would think her a temptress set soley on him. Grasping her pink locks tightly, he deepened the kiss and allowed his hands to caress her aching breasts.
Twisting in his grip, petite hands pulled at the sash holding his kimono closed and pushed the material down,baring his body, and in the distance, Orochimaru heard a soft, unmistakable click. He smirked against Sakura's lips. Perfect. Now the stage was set. Casually he scraped his nails lightly on the skin of kunoichi's throat and she gasped, breaking the kiss to push him down in an attempt to straddle him. Panting lightly, he allowed her to lay over him, peppering his body with kisses, but grasped her hips and held them away from his own, denying her penetraton.
"Do you want me so much little one?" his silky voice caressed, loud enough that the words could be heard clearly through the room."Do you want my body in yours? The body of this Orochimaru?"His voice vibrated huskily.
"Yes!"Sakura whimpered, trying to impale herself despite his strong hold on her hips. Slitted pupils widened, and he stared at her hungrily.
"Then ride me little one,"he commanded, letting go of her hips.
Instantly, she was on him, sitting up and hips driving downwards, seating his hardness fully into herself with a wailing moan. "Yess!"She moaned as she began to bounce. Her body driving onto his at a rapid pace as she tried to quench the fire burning in her.
Beneath her, Orochimaru grunted, the feeling of her small, muscled body sucking his in driving him insane, and soon he began thrusting upwards to meet her movement as she released strangled moans. Her cavern was exquisite, and in the back of his mind he contemplated keeping her after his goal was met.
Sweat drenched locks bobbed as the kunoichi's movements became frenzied, her body clenching tightly a moment before pleasure ripped through her with a scream, forcing the pale nin to follow. Panting heavily, her head bowed, she could feel her body filling with fire again. The small release paving the way for the threatening tide. Fustrated she tried to grind into him, his softened body useless to her quest and she cursed.
Fangs gleamed, and concentrating Orochimaru sent a small pulse of chakra towards his subordinate as he moved the kunoichi off him, disentangling from her depths with a wet squelch. Sakura growled in fustration as she was pushed off, his body and clenched her thighs tight. Kami, when would it end?
A sound broke her from her irritated inner raving and her startled green eyes rose to see the silver-haired figure of Kabuto entering through the door and setting down a stool before closing the door tightly behind him. Her body spasmed and she groaned aloud. She had to get rid of this terrible itch.
"Welcome, Kabuto,"Orochimaru greeted as he lounged on the bed, his nude body gleaming in the light."I am sure our little blossom is pleased to see you. Isn't that right Sakura-chan?"He hissed mockingly, and she could only nod dumbly, her mind not quite processing his words, but quite aware that there was another male in the room, albeit and overdressed on in his shinobi gear, but it wasn't anything a few good movements could get rid of.
The nukenin's onyx eyes devoured the kunoichi from behind his glasses as he moved to the center of the room with the stool. The cherry blossom truly looked edible covered only in sweat and gazing at him as though he were prey, her breasts hanging heavily and her legs parting slightly as she crawled off the bed to stalk closer to him. His master truly was too generous.
Deft hands gripped his shirt tightly, as Sakura managed to meet him, pulling the offending garment. “Off,”she commanded hoarsely, part of her mind screaming at her that this was wrong and that she had to stop from behind a thick mist even as her body grew wetter, mixed juices drizzling down her thighs. Kabuto looked over the pink head to the dark-haried nin still lying lazily on the bed; he nodded, and Kabuto promptly began discarding his clothing with finesse.
“Sakura,” the sannin purred, “Sakura!” She turned towards him, green eyes glazed. “You would like to play with Kabuto wouldn’t you?”He coaxed. She nodded. “Then be a good girl, little one and lay across that stool.” She stared at him dumbly, then her body jerked like a marionette whose strings have been pulled and lay on the stool. “No,”he chided,”Not like that. Only your lower body.” After a few moments filled with awkward attempts Sakura managed to place herself in the correct position. Her lower body thrust upward at a sharp angle, while her head pointed towards the floor, her weight braced on her hands. “Good,”he intonated.
By this time, Kabuto had long since finished undressing and the blossom was staring at his length, thicker even than the nin before, pointing proudly at her. She swallowed and wiggled enticingly, a whimper escaping her lips. The silver-haired medic kneeled down, moving to stand behind her and grabbed her legs, spacing them wider and discreetly binding them to the floor
"Perfect,"Orochimaru rasped as he watched, rapt.
Kabuto smiled coyly and grasped Sakura's cheeks, parting them to see the dripping entrace beckoning sweetly to him. "Please, please"she begged, voice breathy as she wiggled. Positioning himself, the nin slid a finger into her, testing waters, a moment before he moved back spearing her depths violently as he groaned. She was just as Orochimaru had warned him, painfully tight and hot.Kabuto could hardly express his delight. He was sunk into being seized by the same muscles that had held his master; soon his seed too would be mingled intimately with his own. Intoxicating.
Adroitly, the nin slid his finger to her heat before spearing her again with a swift, forceful thrust that jerked her body forward and made her arms falter, dropping her head to the floor. Each movement tore her, the squelching noises a chorus, as Kabuto began to jack hammer into her, her face dragging against the floor, hitting deep to her bodies rapture even as her mind began a mantra of no's as she cursed herself, the fog lifting enough that she knew this was wrong but was helpless against her body's demands.
"Kami!"She shrieked feeling herself fracturing, fragmenting into tiny pleasured pieces as her body was wracked with shudders, yet the nin continued on, a grunt and exclaimation of "fuck" the only indication that he noticed her reaction. Shuffling caught her attention and she noticed that Orochimaru had lifted himself from the bed and was now kneeling before her. Grasping her pink locks roughly, the sannin jerked her head, the pain causing an echoing spasm through her.
"Open your mouth,"he demanded, and helplessly she obeyed unaware of the eyes watching her. God, what fuck are you doing Sakura, part of her mind chastized as a rough shove embedded his pale manhood into her mouth. It's obvious your fucking them another part of her answered sarcastically. Whore! Useless little fucking whore,the voice mocked. "Suck,"Orochimaru growled,tugging her hair painfully, and she did. Sasuke could never want you!
It was an odd yet arousing situation to be stuck between two men, one thrusting so hard that each movement forced her to take the other deeper into her. However, while her body definately seemed to be enjoying the situation, the small fragment of coherent thought certainly did not as it began anew to curse her idocy and her traitorous bodies reaction.
"So close," Orochimaru hissed as he stared at the kunoichi devouring him. Kabuto caught the sannin's gaze as the words caught his ears and he began to strike deeper, rotating his hips so that soon all three were jerking as they reached the pinnacle of their pleasure.
Releasing the Sakura from her invisible binds, all three sprawled on the floor, trying to regain their breaths-Orochimaru more graciously kneeling with his head bowed, sweat-drenched hair falling like a black curtain over his face while the other two lay on their sides.
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When he had first been called into the observation room, Uchiha Sasuke had been confused and suspicious. Kabuto had simply informed him to sit and uttered a cryptic "enjoy the show" before leaving with a suspicious glint in his eyes. Sasuke really didn't trust the medic, but nor did he trust Orochimaru; they were both simply a means to an end. To kill Itatchi.
His dark eyes narrowed at the thought of his brother. That bastard was going to die by his hand any day now. Uchiha Sasuke did not take well to betrayal especially that of someone as dear to him as his once beloved ni-san, thus it was no surprise that when the "show" finally began, the stoic Uchiha heir was fuming in his seat, his crimson sharingan eyes blazing with fury as his mind tried to rationalize what he was seeing.
Sakura, his Sakura, shy, loving, though bossy,(and with one hell of a temper), Sakura was currently straddling his sensei with vigor. It was inconcievable, his mind trying to rationalize what he was seeing, and yet a dark corner of his mind whispered that if his brother could betray him so could his teammate. His heart dropped, a sinking feeling of despair setting in as he felt his fragile hold on his heart shatter before it was drowned out by anger.
Anger burned hot, threatening to consume, and he desired nothing more than to kill Orochimaru in that moment. Sakura was HIS. He felt the cursed seal throb, burning as black began to mar his features as his anger released the darkness within him.
He scowled. It was possible that there was more to it than what he was seeing, but watching her as she writhed and moaned for another man when it should have been him. It infuriated him! How dare that bitch do this to him? Was love for him so fickle that she would betray it by sleeping with his sensei, number one enemy of Konoha? Silently, he swore that as soon as he lef the room he would show her why she should never betray an Uchiha. Her life, however little of it she would have left, would be hell. Yet even as he cursed, he found himself unable to leave, inexplicably drawn to what was happening.
Little did he know it would soon get worse. Kabuto had yet to play his part.
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Insi de Sakura felt the urge to cry, to scream, to tear her hair out as she realized what she had done. She had sex with Kabuto! Kabuto! He wasn't part of the deal! The fog had begun to lift significantly from her mind,(enough for her to curse herself), though her libido continue to rage, her body feeling heavy. Orochimaru was crawling towards her now. His pale, slim hands reaching under her to pick her up and she hissed at the contact, rolling into his touch.
"I hope, little one," he whispered against her,"you have more stamina than this. We are not done with you yet." She froze inwardly, cringing. Oh god, it couldn't get worse than this could it? Damnit what had she gotten herself into? The snake sannin lay her on the disheveled bed, turning her to her side with a caress and she shivered involuntarily. God what was wrong with her? She was like some cat in heat. Her body still craved more, causing her to part her legs enticingly.
"Eager," the nin chuckled as he ran his hand down her side in a caress before grabbing her right leg and jerking it upwards, revealing herself to him. Teasingly he ran a finger up her thigh, her breath hitching. "I'm going to fuck you now."
Her eyes swam, thoughts growing incoherent as he teased the edges of her sex, and she moaned. His eyes flashed dangerous. "Do you want that?" He demanded harshly thrusting a finger into her slickness.
"Yes,"she cried hoarsely. No she wanted to cry out, I don't want this but I have to you bastard!
"Yes what?"He threatned nibbling on her thigh.
What the hell did he want her to say? As though he could hear her he chuckled and clarified,"my name kunoichi."
"YYes Orochimaru"she stuttered, finding it hard to talk as she squirmed trying to impale herself on his retreating finger.
He grinned and lengthened his tounge, the smooth muscle caressing her leg as it journeyed towards her groin before it plunged into her for the third time. Dexterously he teased her until she cried out at him begging him to fuck her even as she inwardly called herself a whore. Carefully, the sannin scooted forwards, stradling her left leg and holding her right one higher before he allowed his member to join his tounge inside her.
Oh God, what was that? She could feel the limber muscle dancing inside her even as Orochimaru began to fuck her. The sensation was enough to make her eyes roll and her body dance. Her hands rose, and she tried to sit up only to be pushed back down by Kabuto whom pinned her wrists, unaware that she was positioned perfectly so that her unknown voyeur could watch.
Orochimaru looked towards the wall and grinned. No doubt the Uchiha was breaking with every moan torn from the kunoichi's lips. Yes, his plan was going along nicely, he could feel the Uchiha pulling on the cursed seal in his anger, and soon his mind would follow. Now only for the grand finale.
Sakura groaned and whimpered, feeling the serpent-like nin retreating from her unfufilled body. Damn him, why was he stopping now part of her demanded! God, she was so fucked up! She shouldn't be thinking this way. It was wrong, he was Orochimaru for God's sake! She was a dirty, vile, whore for giving into him again and again. And she had even fucked Kabuto. Damn it all! Damn her body! What the hell had come over her? She never was such a hussy before.
"Kabuto," Orochimaru rasped,"it is time to give the little one her present."
"Of course Orochimaru-sama,"Kabuto drawled as he crawled onto Sakura and licked her lips. Digging his fingers into her hair, Kabuto kissed her for the first time, his lips caressing her own, teeth nipping hard enough to draw blood causing her to gasp so his tounge could join the play. Maneuvering with a quiet grace, Kabuto drew Sakura to him as he lay back allowing her to crawl onto him. Immediately she noticed the hard length pressed against her stomach and squirmed. No, she tried to tell herself, I will not do it. Not with Kabuto. Yet her body refused to obey, her hips thrusting downwards to rub against his head.
"Ah, Sakura," Kabuto grunted and gripped her, pulling her hips down on his so that he slid into her with a smooth movement that threw her head back. Gaining some control, she tried to move away, and the nin's eyes narrowed. Bringing a glowing hand upwards, he injected chakra into her, causing her thoughts to fall away and her body to collapse onto him, wrigling.
The drugs are wearing off, he analyzed, good thing I am a medic, poor Sakura-chan doesn't stand a chance. Carefully the silver-haired man sat upwards, his muscles rippling with the movement and splayed Sakura's hips about him as he began to thrust slowly. Behind her, Orochimaru hung over her unsuspecting frame. The nin leaning down to graze her skin with his fangs as he grasped her body and tried to find a suitable angle. Grinning wickedly he leaned towards her ear. "Prepare to scream."
What the? What does he me- she started to think when suddenly the question was answered as the sannin attempted to thrust into a hole already occupied. Oh my God. Her muscles strained, attempting to keep the nin out as he applied more force. It won't fit. It can't fit. Oh God stop it! Stop! She thought, yet the words died on her lips.
"Kabuto." That one word was enough. The dark-eyed medic reached between their bodies and closed his eyes, sending his chakra to the right part of Sakura's body to cause her to dialate. Instantly Orochimaru was there, pushing into that centimeter of space to fit himself inside, and Sakura could feel her walls parting, stretching agonizingly wide to accomadate two girths.. One push two, three, and he was embedded as deep as he could go, and Kabuto, that sick bastard, let go of the jutus, causing her to snap even tighter around the two. She screamed, Kami, did she scream.
Suddenly they began to move, pistoning into her like two seperate machines, her walls clutching them tightly, trying to reject its invaders. Traiterous as ever her body thrummed with pleasure, even as her abused muscles throbbed in painful protest. Please stop, she begged inwardly. Oh god, is Sasuke worth this? She calmed slightly. Yes, yes he was, but god, she didn't know it would be so painful, so humiliating. Having them use her body and being unable to do anything but writhe. What? Was she drugged? This shouldn't be feeling this good. Oh God, they drugged me! The realization struck hard, no wonder it was so hard to think!
A hands palmed her breasts, squeezing them tightly, another played with her cruelly with her clit. Mouths tore at her body, placing gasping kisses along her spine, her neck, her shoulder, as two bodies move within her own, caressing each other as they left. Fangs embedded themselves into her shoulder, lapping greedily at the blood that welled there and she screamed. They moved faster, fucking her brutally despite whatever attempts they might have made to be gentle. And it was too much. Thrusts became frenzied, movements frantic, and the hand playing against her button was joined by another. The sensation was too much. Sandwiched between them, being played like some defiled instrument, Sakura shrieked as orgasm ripped violently through her, her body tightening like a vice.
"Fuck," she heard someone yell, as they came inside her, their jerking movements soon provoking the other so that she could feel the warmth of their seed coating her womb. She spasmed again, thrusting her body wildly against them again and again before collapsing against Kabuto's chest. The three soon lying in a heaving pile on the bed.
Somewhere there was a muffled scream, so filled with pain, so heart breaking, that Sakura was immediately hit with dread, its coldness seeping into her to chill her bones.
"Well done Sakura," Orochimaru rasped, his eyes gleaming with a fierce pleasure."I am sure your audience was quite entertained."
"What?"she asked weakly, breaths still coming hard.
Orochimaru only chuckled darkly and preformed a few handsigns. The wall instantly began fading to the transparent color of glass and looking inside, Sakura's heart shattered.
Struggling, she tried to pull Orochimaru off her and he allowed her, her limbs disentangling from Kabuto's even as he eyed her with a savage joy echoing in his eyes. "Sasuke,"she screamed, seeing her love consumed by the cursed seal, his eyes glinting dangerously."Oh god, Sasuke. I didn't..I couldn't.. I had to... "she stuttered, trying to find the words to explain. He bared his fangs, angrily. "It isn't what it seems!"she screamed, pounding on the glass,"I did it for you! Sasuke! Sasuke!" She sobbed helplessly falling to her knees, tears trailing down her face. Sasuke fell to the ground clutching his head, emitting an inhuman screech of fustration and pain a moment before he lashed out, the wall breaking under his power.
"Damn you,"he screeched,"Damn you! Fuck you! Bitch!" He grasped the kunoichi's arm violently. "How could you?"He shrieked, voice faltering with his pain, cracking,"Sakura how could you betray me with him!" He shook her violently, sharingan swirling dangerously.
"I didn't,"she sobbed, clutching onto him, her green eyes imploring him to understand."It was for you Sasuke! I did it for you! So you could be free!"She was near hysterical now her nails digging into Sasuke's skin in her frenzy as she tried to get him to understand. Oh God, I'm such a fucking idiot!
Still on the bed, Orochimaru grinned wickedly. Yes it seemed as though his plan had come to fruititon rather nicely. True he had simply expected the Uchiha to fall into a broken hearted disbelief, his mind shattering under the knowledge, but this rage would also work. All the Uchiha needed to do was give in to the cursed seal a little more and his mind would be gone. Now all he had to do was wait and see how the drama played out. Hopefully Sasuke wouldn't damage the blossom too much. In the future he would need another Uchiha or two.
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So what do you think? Is it okay? Should I change it? Is it good? What did you think?
Do you think Orochimaru will have won or did he make some miscalculation causing him to fail miserably?
Perhaps you will never know....
Should I write an ending? I have an idea for two possible outcomes. Tell me what you think and review!