Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ The Broken Pencil ❯ The Ring ( Chapter 3 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: MarkTwain 
Poor Udon has been left alone and asleep. What vicious things will come to haunt him while he is unconscious?
Anime/Manga: Naruto Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Comedy | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 01.31.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.9K | Visits: 461 | Status: Completed
Poor Udon has been left alone and asleep. What vicious things will come to haunt him while he is unconscious?
Anime/Manga: Naruto Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Comedy | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 01.31.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.9K | Visits: 461 | Status: Completed
Udon had been sleeping in front of the old stone faces for sometime, their benevolent faces watching over him, protecting him from what may come. The sun shined down brightly and warmly, as if an extension of the good will of the faces. Even the large crack running across the face of the third Hokage seemed to have shrunk, making it not very prominent on his face. Udon had even managed to keep his nose from dripping while he was asleep here, something that didn't normally happen. It must have been the weather, or his last two experiences.
The forest surrounding the circular platform before the faces of the Hokage seemed to hold a quiet cheerfulness, benevolently surrounding Udon and the Hokages with a protective embrace. The appearance of a lithe shadow, flitting through the trees did nothing to dampen the atmosphere, until the shadow happened to notice the small boy lying in the middle of the circle. It stopped for a moment, wondering, but soon, the shadow looked as though it was about to leave the boy in peace. It leapt one tree farther away, but then slumped down, seeming to clutch at its neck. The shadows of the trees darkened, and the scar across the mountain face that was the third Hokage deepened. The shadow turned, still clutching its neck, and slithered back towards the young boy. Emerging from the tree line, the shadow refused to take shape. It snaked its way towards the boy, seeming more firm in its resolve now.
Udon began to open his eyes, sleep finally wearing off at this untimely moment, when a thumb was jammed into the base of his skull at a certain pressure point, relieving him of his semi-conscious state and plunging him back into a more fitful darkness than before. The shadow seemed to absorb him, as it lifted him up, and began to carry him off, still retaining it's shadowy appearance, and still lurking along, much like a snake.
Darkness had slowly been growing over the area, the once protective trees seemed now menacing, as evening grew on. Thees oes of the Hokages were darkened, no longer holding their fatherly appearances of before, they seemed belligerent and angry. Small pebbles began to fall down the crevice on the face of the third Hokage, as the ground rumbled slightly. The shadow didn't take any notice of this though, as it made its way back to the location it called home.
* * *
Drip.
Udon couldn't open his eyes. He knew he had to wake up, there was something wrong, but he couldn't open his eyes.
Drip.
Something was telling him to wake up, it could have been the alarm in the air, or some kind of insistence that he wake up, bu cou could not identify where it came from. He still could not open his eyes.
Drip.
Finally, Udon managed to open an eye, but it didn't seem to help much, as he couldn't see a thing. An arm reached up to adjust his glasses, and it took him a moment to realize that it was his own arm. He could barely see it, but he could see it. He slowly opened his other eye, which he hadn't known was shut, and his eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness that was apparently surrounding them. He sat up, his eyes finally able to discern shapes around him. He could see a small light source up in front of him, but it seemed to be shattered, with shadows running down in straight lines through it. He saw what seemed to be a bucket to his right in a corner, and he felt a pallet beneath him that he had apparently been sleeping on. Other than that, he couldn't see anything else around him.
Drip.
He walked towards the shattered light source, it seemed to just be a dim light. Unfortunately for Udon, he found out that the shattered light source was actually shattered by the bars that ran from floor to ceiling, sealing him in what he now knew as a small cell. The light itself was the last ray of the sun, sneaking through small cracks in the ceiling above him.
Drip.
He finally recognized what had awakened him. The noise of water dripping somewhere. The source was not visible to him, but he could hear it, and it seemed to resonate down the small hallway that his cell seemed to be in. Sitting back down, Udon tried to figure out what had happened in the recent past. He remred red Tsunade, and what had transpired, bringing a slight blush to his face, invisible in the darkness, and then he remembered dreaming of something similar with another lady, whom he did not know. He sat back down on his small pallet, brought his chin up to his knees, and decided that he didn't want to think about those two things right now, they weren't concrete enough for him. He wanted his notepad so he could start writing down numbers, or perhaps a model kit so that he could build something. At least his models and his math would always turn out the way they turned out because of what he did without any outside influences and things. He began to immerse himself in doing small-scale mathematics in his head, and he didn't even notice when the water stopped dripping.
* * *
The water fl out out of a rusty old showerhead, creating a mist in the air so fine, yet so deep as to render seeing among the next to impossibles. This iron curtain of mist surrounded a beautiful porcelain bathtub fit for a queen, but striking a contrast with the rusty showerhead and the rest of the bathroom. The water in the tub stirred, the hand of this pauper queen moving lazily, drawing circles within circles within circles. It was beginning again, she could feel it. She had also had some confirmation of this earlier today, on her return trip home, the bof hof her neck had flickered pain through her system, numbing her mind to the world around her so that she would obey.
Numbly, her right arm continued to trace circles in the water, while her left hand reached up across her chest, and gripped a point just on the backside of her neck, not really massaging, so much as covering what seemed to be a tattoo. The pain wasn't flickering now, but she knew that the small flicker earlier that day was only a prelude of what was to come. She sighed audibly, her breath stirring the mist before her eyes, it was starting to clear up, flowing out of unseen vents in the ceiling that had just now been opened by a timer.
She always wondered to herself, why she couldn't stop herself from doing the things she did while under the influence of that pain, that incessant nagging voice. Poor children. She blamed it on her home, for having that... that place underground. She blamed it on that man... with his curses and his control, and his deceitful tongue. She blamed it on everything... except for herself.
As she was blaming that which worked against her, the pain began to tickle at the base of her neck. Slowly creeping, ever so slowly, reaching to her spine, reaching to up her throat, into her head. She clutched herself tightly, attempting to hold the pain in, hold it away from her mind. She heard the voices crawling throughout her nervous system trying to reach her ears, the words slithering through the carefully prepared barriers she had erected inside of herself. Tears filled her eyes, as the pain worked its way slowly into her brain and one word formed inside of her head.
“Go.”
* * *
Udon was just nearing completion of a problem he had set up for himself that wasn't terribly hard, but he wanted something that he could do without pencil and paper, when a loud creaking sound reverberated down and around the halls and his cell, breaking his concentration. He looked up, all numbers gone from his head, and noticed a peculiar thing. That screeching had been the metal bar door to his cell, and it was now wide open.
Tentatively, he took a few steps towards the door, hoping not to scare it back shut, when he heard the shuffling of other feet flowing down the corridor, and in the dim light he saw them. Others like him, young children. Young male children. Confused at first, he tried to stop the boy who had come out of the cell across from him in order to ask him what was going on, and where he was, and a million other questions. The boy turned to him with fear filled eyes, and brought a finger up to his own lips, effectively slicing the legs out from under the questions that were trying to spring themselves free of Udon's mouth.
“You mustn't make her wait.” With that said, the boys fear filled eyes seemed to blink, and then Udon could only see the back of his head, as the boy shuffled down the hallway with the rest of the small army of children. Udon could do nothing but follow the shuffling, as the sun was no longer with him, and he could hardly see the shapes moving down the corridor in front of him.
The flight down the myriad corridors lasted what seemed mere moments, but Udon's legs told him otherwise. All he knew from that lightless flight was that he had traveled steadily upwards, until he had bumped into the other child in front of him, signaling the end of the nightmare flight. They were standing before two huge ornate doors, which contrasted greatly with the bleak stone and mortar walls surrounding them. Then, as if they had a life of their own, the doors slowly opened on silent, well oiled hinges.
* * *
The room was flooded with light, blinding the children as they shuffled inside of the room. Throw pillows with gold embroidery were strewn about the floor in a chaotic mess, with order lying just beneath the surface. The carpet was red, patterned and inlaid with gold streams, flowing like tiny rivers across a world map. Red wall coverings and drapes hung from pillars that lined the walls, their borders also etched in gold, much like everything else in the room. The red and gold flowed together, creating a royal atmosphere to the room, a very soft and padded room, despite the hurried nature of these colors.
However, one thing in the room was not draped in red with gold embroidery. Sitting in the middle of the room, on a throne of red cushions and throw pillows, was a figure draped in a purple robe, gold and silver intertwined on the hems, embracing each other, male and female. The gold and silver also traced across the figures' waist, making what appeared to be a belt of twined snakes, one gold, one silver, around a female waist.
“Sit.” The voice did not ask. It was the trained, battle hardened voice of a Jounin, and it did not allow for questions. So the children sat on the spread out pillows, one child per cushion, slowly filling up about sixteen cushions in all.
As soon as they were settled, this purple clad queen rose slowly, majestically from her throne, and walked among the children, silently contemplating. Her finger lifted lazily, selecting a small boy with circular framed glasses out of the group. The boy, Udon, stood up slowly, and followed behind the trailing purple robe timidly, not quite sure what he was supposed to do. This royal woman then selected two more children from the group and motioned her hand towards the door, signaling that all the others should leave. And leave they did. Out the door they flew, into the darkness of the underground maze, back to their cells of iron barred safety.
Udon and his two companions, one the frightened child from across the cell that Udon had just recently occupied, and another child who Udon did not recognize, followed that gold and silver snaked purple hem to the center of the room. To that large concentration of throw pillows that doubled as a soft throne for this Jounin, this queen.
She turned and lay back among the pillows, lounging in comfort for a moment, before sitting back up, darkdark eyes glowing hungrily at the children in front of her. Her right hand lazily lifted from her lap and pointed to thild ild whom Udon did not recognize. Obeying some silent command, the child began removing what was left of his clothes, which were shabby and torn, then stood at a rigid attention. He had been here for sometime. Once undressed the child waited as the woman contemplated is nakedness for a second. She then beckoned to him, and he went to stand closer to her, still at a pseudo military attention.
Her hand snaked out and gripped his smallness, squeezing until the child gasped in pain, then releasing. Her hand was gentler the next time, stroking him slowly, and wrapping her fingers around him until the blood had rushed down to fill a request by his body. Grinning silently to herself, she lowered her lips to give his boyhood a kiss before standing, and dropping her robe to the ground, revealing the naked form of a well-toned female body beneath. The body of a female Jounin.
She kneeled before the boy, bringing her face down to his level, and gripped his face with both hands, kissing him violently. As she released her strong embrace, the boy coughed, trying to bring air into his lungs, as she had seemed to take empty them with her kiss. As he sputtered for air, his boyhood still fully erect, she gripped him with her left hand, and pointed to Udon and the other child, who quickly undressed themselves, and stood waiting.
Udon was now already erect, and all he could think about was his previous encounter with the fifth, Godaime, Tsunade-sama. The blood rushed up to his cheeks again, as he wondered if he had looked like this other boy did when he had been with the Godaime. However this turned out to bring the attention of the woman, as she laughed a throaty laugh, and beckoned him forward as well. With her one hand fondling the other boy child, her other hand explored Udon. She fondled him roughly, bringing winces of pain to his face from time to time. Then she took her other hand away from the other boy to focus more on Udon.
His blush had caught her attention. The fact that he had some reason to blush meant that he knew what was happening, and this was the boy she had just picked up the other night from in front of the stone faces of the past Hokages. She brought her lips to the boys chest, and let them brush softly there, as her face lowered slowly to his boyhood, and she kissed the tip. Then with her right hand she gripped him, and she took him entirely into her mouth, her teeth rough against his skin, but not rough enough to break the skin. Her left hand reached around his small waist, playing with the hole there, massaging it roughly. Without further warning than that, she plunged her finger into him, and laughed inwardly as he cried out in pain. She continued to pump her finger in and out of him, in rhythm with the bobbing of her head on the other side. His stomach muscles had already tensed, and he was already about to climax after such a small bit of foreplay. Her finger slid out, and her head drew away from him, as she wasn't ready for him to finish yet.
“Stand and watch,” she ordered him, as she took a small silk rope from a pocket in her robe on the ground behind her and bound his hands behind him. She beckoned the other two children towards her, both fully aroused, even if they still weren't aware that they were aroused. Positioning herself between the boys, she ordered one to stick himself inside of her, and she grasped the other boy around his waist, and took him into her mouth.
Udon could do nothing else but stand and watch, as the woman pleased herself with the other two children, rocking back and forth between them, slowly now, then fasteren sen slow again, taking pleasure in the feelings rocking through her body. The two children, however, were not having nearly as good of a time as she was, and their labored breathing and small cries at trying to concentrate on something else, to block out what was happening, seemed to pleasure the woman even more.
Soon, however, both of the children had climaxed, as the woman seemed to be very skilled in what she did. The two children had fallen into the cushions, and were now making a sound resembling both whimpering and snoring. She snapped her fingers, hoping they would wake up, as she was still not entirely satisfied, but they were fast asleep in a world of nightmares. Frowning, she turned to her other charge, the boy with his circular framed glasses, and she grinned to herself again, knowing that this at least would be enjoyable.
Motioning to Udon once again, she reached behind his back, and untied the knots, only to have Udon quickly wrap his arms around her waist, knocking her off balance and back into the pillows. While she had been enjoying herself, apparently Udon's mind had been working against him, trying to find a way that he could quench this thirst that had begun in him. He had never felt it before, but he knew that Tsunade had awakened it that night, last night. He couldn't figure out why he wanted to, no needed to quench that thirst inside of him, but he did know how to.
The female ninja had raised her hand to smack the child, when she felt him slipping inside of her, and pleasure once again worked its way through her body. She forestalled her punishment of the child, as he was still fulfilling what she had brought him here for, and that was to pleasure her. She would however show him that she was still master in this room. She lay on her back in the pillows, and her back was arching up from the pleasure when she flexed the muscles of her womanhood, clamping the powerful walls around him and making him gasp. Despite that, Udon continued to pump himself in and out of her, even if he had been slowed a little.
He lay down on top of her, still working himself in and out, and his lips brushed upon one of her erect nipples, causing her to inhale sharply at the added pleasure. Noticing the breath, Udon reached his lips down, and consumed her erect nipple into his mouth, rolling it with his tongue. She actually moaned at that, none of the children had ever done that before.
Udon had been working in and out at a feverish rate, trying simply to quench that thirst inside of him, in and out, in and out. Her back arched, she continued to grind herself into him, trying to take more of him inside of her. The two bodies were molded into one entity, lungs breathing in the same air, hearts pumping the same blood, in out, in out. Udon felt himself beginning to lose control, and all he could think of was his mouth on her breasts, and being inside of her. He could no longer feel the carpet beneath him, only the warmth of her body. He could no longer see anything beyond her body. He could no longer hear anything other than her moans, and he could no longer smell anything other than her body, her sultry scent.
It was in this state, that her muscles had begun to tighten, and that she climaxed first, rather than him. That had never happened before either, but it was not that long before he had climaxed as well, his stomach muscles clenching, his body shivering, and he lay down, exhausted on top of her, breathing in small breaths of air, of her scent, of pleasure. He fell asleep almost instantly there, on top of her, and she wrapped her arms around the child, and sighed contentedly to herself.
It was then that the pain in her shoulder began to reside, and she felt the whispers tracing themselves back past the broken down barriers she had set up, slithering along in retreat back down into the seal at the base of her neck. The pain disappeared, and she was herself again.
She looked at the small contented boy in her arms, realizing what she had done and feeling fear again that she had hurt one of the children again. Her eyes wide she looked at his face and was puzzled by the small smile tugging at his lips as he lay sleeping. Why was he...? Before cou could think of answering that question, she knew she had to get this boy away from her. She had to protect him, protect him from what she had become. She quickly dressed him, and took him upstairs, to the normal part of her home, leaving the other two children in the room full of throw pillows forgotten. She scribbled a quick note on a sheet of paper, tore it out of the binding, and put it in his front pocket. Then she made sure that the moon was not shining down, and she slipped from the door, her precious cargo held in her arms in front of her.
* * *
Udon awoke the next morning back again at the stone faces of the Hokages. He yawned, still tired for some reason he could not quite remember yet. He stood up, collected his pencils and pens, his pad of paper for writing down equations and subsequently solving them, and began to put them into his pockets when he found a crumpled piece of paper. Pulling it out, he read it a few times, confused. It was then that the night before had decided to grace his memory, and he read it again. This time it held meaning to him, and his morning felt sad.
“Please, take my love with you, and run far away from me. I am not meant for you, but you were meant for me, just that once. Take my love, and run far away from me. Anko.”
The forest surrounding the circular platform before the faces of the Hokage seemed to hold a quiet cheerfulness, benevolently surrounding Udon and the Hokages with a protective embrace. The appearance of a lithe shadow, flitting through the trees did nothing to dampen the atmosphere, until the shadow happened to notice the small boy lying in the middle of the circle. It stopped for a moment, wondering, but soon, the shadow looked as though it was about to leave the boy in peace. It leapt one tree farther away, but then slumped down, seeming to clutch at its neck. The shadows of the trees darkened, and the scar across the mountain face that was the third Hokage deepened. The shadow turned, still clutching its neck, and slithered back towards the young boy. Emerging from the tree line, the shadow refused to take shape. It snaked its way towards the boy, seeming more firm in its resolve now.
Udon began to open his eyes, sleep finally wearing off at this untimely moment, when a thumb was jammed into the base of his skull at a certain pressure point, relieving him of his semi-conscious state and plunging him back into a more fitful darkness than before. The shadow seemed to absorb him, as it lifted him up, and began to carry him off, still retaining it's shadowy appearance, and still lurking along, much like a snake.
Darkness had slowly been growing over the area, the once protective trees seemed now menacing, as evening grew on. Thees oes of the Hokages were darkened, no longer holding their fatherly appearances of before, they seemed belligerent and angry. Small pebbles began to fall down the crevice on the face of the third Hokage, as the ground rumbled slightly. The shadow didn't take any notice of this though, as it made its way back to the location it called home.
* * *
Drip.
Udon couldn't open his eyes. He knew he had to wake up, there was something wrong, but he couldn't open his eyes.
Drip.
Something was telling him to wake up, it could have been the alarm in the air, or some kind of insistence that he wake up, bu cou could not identify where it came from. He still could not open his eyes.
Drip.
Finally, Udon managed to open an eye, but it didn't seem to help much, as he couldn't see a thing. An arm reached up to adjust his glasses, and it took him a moment to realize that it was his own arm. He could barely see it, but he could see it. He slowly opened his other eye, which he hadn't known was shut, and his eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness that was apparently surrounding them. He sat up, his eyes finally able to discern shapes around him. He could see a small light source up in front of him, but it seemed to be shattered, with shadows running down in straight lines through it. He saw what seemed to be a bucket to his right in a corner, and he felt a pallet beneath him that he had apparently been sleeping on. Other than that, he couldn't see anything else around him.
Drip.
He walked towards the shattered light source, it seemed to just be a dim light. Unfortunately for Udon, he found out that the shattered light source was actually shattered by the bars that ran from floor to ceiling, sealing him in what he now knew as a small cell. The light itself was the last ray of the sun, sneaking through small cracks in the ceiling above him.
Drip.
He finally recognized what had awakened him. The noise of water dripping somewhere. The source was not visible to him, but he could hear it, and it seemed to resonate down the small hallway that his cell seemed to be in. Sitting back down, Udon tried to figure out what had happened in the recent past. He remred red Tsunade, and what had transpired, bringing a slight blush to his face, invisible in the darkness, and then he remembered dreaming of something similar with another lady, whom he did not know. He sat back down on his small pallet, brought his chin up to his knees, and decided that he didn't want to think about those two things right now, they weren't concrete enough for him. He wanted his notepad so he could start writing down numbers, or perhaps a model kit so that he could build something. At least his models and his math would always turn out the way they turned out because of what he did without any outside influences and things. He began to immerse himself in doing small-scale mathematics in his head, and he didn't even notice when the water stopped dripping.
* * *
The water fl out out of a rusty old showerhead, creating a mist in the air so fine, yet so deep as to render seeing among the next to impossibles. This iron curtain of mist surrounded a beautiful porcelain bathtub fit for a queen, but striking a contrast with the rusty showerhead and the rest of the bathroom. The water in the tub stirred, the hand of this pauper queen moving lazily, drawing circles within circles within circles. It was beginning again, she could feel it. She had also had some confirmation of this earlier today, on her return trip home, the bof hof her neck had flickered pain through her system, numbing her mind to the world around her so that she would obey.
Numbly, her right arm continued to trace circles in the water, while her left hand reached up across her chest, and gripped a point just on the backside of her neck, not really massaging, so much as covering what seemed to be a tattoo. The pain wasn't flickering now, but she knew that the small flicker earlier that day was only a prelude of what was to come. She sighed audibly, her breath stirring the mist before her eyes, it was starting to clear up, flowing out of unseen vents in the ceiling that had just now been opened by a timer.
She always wondered to herself, why she couldn't stop herself from doing the things she did while under the influence of that pain, that incessant nagging voice. Poor children. She blamed it on her home, for having that... that place underground. She blamed it on that man... with his curses and his control, and his deceitful tongue. She blamed it on everything... except for herself.
As she was blaming that which worked against her, the pain began to tickle at the base of her neck. Slowly creeping, ever so slowly, reaching to her spine, reaching to up her throat, into her head. She clutched herself tightly, attempting to hold the pain in, hold it away from her mind. She heard the voices crawling throughout her nervous system trying to reach her ears, the words slithering through the carefully prepared barriers she had erected inside of herself. Tears filled her eyes, as the pain worked its way slowly into her brain and one word formed inside of her head.
“Go.”
* * *
Udon was just nearing completion of a problem he had set up for himself that wasn't terribly hard, but he wanted something that he could do without pencil and paper, when a loud creaking sound reverberated down and around the halls and his cell, breaking his concentration. He looked up, all numbers gone from his head, and noticed a peculiar thing. That screeching had been the metal bar door to his cell, and it was now wide open.
Tentatively, he took a few steps towards the door, hoping not to scare it back shut, when he heard the shuffling of other feet flowing down the corridor, and in the dim light he saw them. Others like him, young children. Young male children. Confused at first, he tried to stop the boy who had come out of the cell across from him in order to ask him what was going on, and where he was, and a million other questions. The boy turned to him with fear filled eyes, and brought a finger up to his own lips, effectively slicing the legs out from under the questions that were trying to spring themselves free of Udon's mouth.
“You mustn't make her wait.” With that said, the boys fear filled eyes seemed to blink, and then Udon could only see the back of his head, as the boy shuffled down the hallway with the rest of the small army of children. Udon could do nothing but follow the shuffling, as the sun was no longer with him, and he could hardly see the shapes moving down the corridor in front of him.
The flight down the myriad corridors lasted what seemed mere moments, but Udon's legs told him otherwise. All he knew from that lightless flight was that he had traveled steadily upwards, until he had bumped into the other child in front of him, signaling the end of the nightmare flight. They were standing before two huge ornate doors, which contrasted greatly with the bleak stone and mortar walls surrounding them. Then, as if they had a life of their own, the doors slowly opened on silent, well oiled hinges.
* * *
The room was flooded with light, blinding the children as they shuffled inside of the room. Throw pillows with gold embroidery were strewn about the floor in a chaotic mess, with order lying just beneath the surface. The carpet was red, patterned and inlaid with gold streams, flowing like tiny rivers across a world map. Red wall coverings and drapes hung from pillars that lined the walls, their borders also etched in gold, much like everything else in the room. The red and gold flowed together, creating a royal atmosphere to the room, a very soft and padded room, despite the hurried nature of these colors.
However, one thing in the room was not draped in red with gold embroidery. Sitting in the middle of the room, on a throne of red cushions and throw pillows, was a figure draped in a purple robe, gold and silver intertwined on the hems, embracing each other, male and female. The gold and silver also traced across the figures' waist, making what appeared to be a belt of twined snakes, one gold, one silver, around a female waist.
“Sit.” The voice did not ask. It was the trained, battle hardened voice of a Jounin, and it did not allow for questions. So the children sat on the spread out pillows, one child per cushion, slowly filling up about sixteen cushions in all.
As soon as they were settled, this purple clad queen rose slowly, majestically from her throne, and walked among the children, silently contemplating. Her finger lifted lazily, selecting a small boy with circular framed glasses out of the group. The boy, Udon, stood up slowly, and followed behind the trailing purple robe timidly, not quite sure what he was supposed to do. This royal woman then selected two more children from the group and motioned her hand towards the door, signaling that all the others should leave. And leave they did. Out the door they flew, into the darkness of the underground maze, back to their cells of iron barred safety.
Udon and his two companions, one the frightened child from across the cell that Udon had just recently occupied, and another child who Udon did not recognize, followed that gold and silver snaked purple hem to the center of the room. To that large concentration of throw pillows that doubled as a soft throne for this Jounin, this queen.
She turned and lay back among the pillows, lounging in comfort for a moment, before sitting back up, darkdark eyes glowing hungrily at the children in front of her. Her right hand lazily lifted from her lap and pointed to thild ild whom Udon did not recognize. Obeying some silent command, the child began removing what was left of his clothes, which were shabby and torn, then stood at a rigid attention. He had been here for sometime. Once undressed the child waited as the woman contemplated is nakedness for a second. She then beckoned to him, and he went to stand closer to her, still at a pseudo military attention.
Her hand snaked out and gripped his smallness, squeezing until the child gasped in pain, then releasing. Her hand was gentler the next time, stroking him slowly, and wrapping her fingers around him until the blood had rushed down to fill a request by his body. Grinning silently to herself, she lowered her lips to give his boyhood a kiss before standing, and dropping her robe to the ground, revealing the naked form of a well-toned female body beneath. The body of a female Jounin.
She kneeled before the boy, bringing her face down to his level, and gripped his face with both hands, kissing him violently. As she released her strong embrace, the boy coughed, trying to bring air into his lungs, as she had seemed to take empty them with her kiss. As he sputtered for air, his boyhood still fully erect, she gripped him with her left hand, and pointed to Udon and the other child, who quickly undressed themselves, and stood waiting.
Udon was now already erect, and all he could think about was his previous encounter with the fifth, Godaime, Tsunade-sama. The blood rushed up to his cheeks again, as he wondered if he had looked like this other boy did when he had been with the Godaime. However this turned out to bring the attention of the woman, as she laughed a throaty laugh, and beckoned him forward as well. With her one hand fondling the other boy child, her other hand explored Udon. She fondled him roughly, bringing winces of pain to his face from time to time. Then she took her other hand away from the other boy to focus more on Udon.
His blush had caught her attention. The fact that he had some reason to blush meant that he knew what was happening, and this was the boy she had just picked up the other night from in front of the stone faces of the past Hokages. She brought her lips to the boys chest, and let them brush softly there, as her face lowered slowly to his boyhood, and she kissed the tip. Then with her right hand she gripped him, and she took him entirely into her mouth, her teeth rough against his skin, but not rough enough to break the skin. Her left hand reached around his small waist, playing with the hole there, massaging it roughly. Without further warning than that, she plunged her finger into him, and laughed inwardly as he cried out in pain. She continued to pump her finger in and out of him, in rhythm with the bobbing of her head on the other side. His stomach muscles had already tensed, and he was already about to climax after such a small bit of foreplay. Her finger slid out, and her head drew away from him, as she wasn't ready for him to finish yet.
“Stand and watch,” she ordered him, as she took a small silk rope from a pocket in her robe on the ground behind her and bound his hands behind him. She beckoned the other two children towards her, both fully aroused, even if they still weren't aware that they were aroused. Positioning herself between the boys, she ordered one to stick himself inside of her, and she grasped the other boy around his waist, and took him into her mouth.
Udon could do nothing else but stand and watch, as the woman pleased herself with the other two children, rocking back and forth between them, slowly now, then fasteren sen slow again, taking pleasure in the feelings rocking through her body. The two children, however, were not having nearly as good of a time as she was, and their labored breathing and small cries at trying to concentrate on something else, to block out what was happening, seemed to pleasure the woman even more.
Soon, however, both of the children had climaxed, as the woman seemed to be very skilled in what she did. The two children had fallen into the cushions, and were now making a sound resembling both whimpering and snoring. She snapped her fingers, hoping they would wake up, as she was still not entirely satisfied, but they were fast asleep in a world of nightmares. Frowning, she turned to her other charge, the boy with his circular framed glasses, and she grinned to herself again, knowing that this at least would be enjoyable.
Motioning to Udon once again, she reached behind his back, and untied the knots, only to have Udon quickly wrap his arms around her waist, knocking her off balance and back into the pillows. While she had been enjoying herself, apparently Udon's mind had been working against him, trying to find a way that he could quench this thirst that had begun in him. He had never felt it before, but he knew that Tsunade had awakened it that night, last night. He couldn't figure out why he wanted to, no needed to quench that thirst inside of him, but he did know how to.
The female ninja had raised her hand to smack the child, when she felt him slipping inside of her, and pleasure once again worked its way through her body. She forestalled her punishment of the child, as he was still fulfilling what she had brought him here for, and that was to pleasure her. She would however show him that she was still master in this room. She lay on her back in the pillows, and her back was arching up from the pleasure when she flexed the muscles of her womanhood, clamping the powerful walls around him and making him gasp. Despite that, Udon continued to pump himself in and out of her, even if he had been slowed a little.
He lay down on top of her, still working himself in and out, and his lips brushed upon one of her erect nipples, causing her to inhale sharply at the added pleasure. Noticing the breath, Udon reached his lips down, and consumed her erect nipple into his mouth, rolling it with his tongue. She actually moaned at that, none of the children had ever done that before.
Udon had been working in and out at a feverish rate, trying simply to quench that thirst inside of him, in and out, in and out. Her back arched, she continued to grind herself into him, trying to take more of him inside of her. The two bodies were molded into one entity, lungs breathing in the same air, hearts pumping the same blood, in out, in out. Udon felt himself beginning to lose control, and all he could think of was his mouth on her breasts, and being inside of her. He could no longer feel the carpet beneath him, only the warmth of her body. He could no longer see anything beyond her body. He could no longer hear anything other than her moans, and he could no longer smell anything other than her body, her sultry scent.
It was in this state, that her muscles had begun to tighten, and that she climaxed first, rather than him. That had never happened before either, but it was not that long before he had climaxed as well, his stomach muscles clenching, his body shivering, and he lay down, exhausted on top of her, breathing in small breaths of air, of her scent, of pleasure. He fell asleep almost instantly there, on top of her, and she wrapped her arms around the child, and sighed contentedly to herself.
It was then that the pain in her shoulder began to reside, and she felt the whispers tracing themselves back past the broken down barriers she had set up, slithering along in retreat back down into the seal at the base of her neck. The pain disappeared, and she was herself again.
She looked at the small contented boy in her arms, realizing what she had done and feeling fear again that she had hurt one of the children again. Her eyes wide she looked at his face and was puzzled by the small smile tugging at his lips as he lay sleeping. Why was he...? Before cou could think of answering that question, she knew she had to get this boy away from her. She had to protect him, protect him from what she had become. She quickly dressed him, and took him upstairs, to the normal part of her home, leaving the other two children in the room full of throw pillows forgotten. She scribbled a quick note on a sheet of paper, tore it out of the binding, and put it in his front pocket. Then she made sure that the moon was not shining down, and she slipped from the door, her precious cargo held in her arms in front of her.
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Udon awoke the next morning back again at the stone faces of the Hokages. He yawned, still tired for some reason he could not quite remember yet. He stood up, collected his pencils and pens, his pad of paper for writing down equations and subsequently solving them, and began to put them into his pockets when he found a crumpled piece of paper. Pulling it out, he read it a few times, confused. It was then that the night before had decided to grace his memory, and he read it again. This time it held meaning to him, and his morning felt sad.
“Please, take my love with you, and run far away from me. I am not meant for you, but you were meant for me, just that once. Take my love, and run far away from me. Anko.”