Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ The Chronicles of Kakashi & the Kunoichi from Thunder Country ❯ Last Resort ( Chapter 19 )

Last Resort

 

…her kisses were more fervent than usual and he could not resist them…

 

He hesitated at first, an instinctive reaction to having kept himself in check these past few weeks. Usually he was the one who kissed her and she was the one who pushed him away when she felt he was moving too fast. Now as she held his face in her hands, pressing her lips insistently to his, with a slight flicker of her tongue, he felt the long suppressed urges released from their restraints. He boldly moved his hands, slipping under her plain black shirt, touching her cool yet feverish bare skin. This time she did not slap his hands back or use a wind jutsu to blow him away. Instead she pressed her body closer to his. He moved his hands up her back, pulling her shirt up, and up, until he felt…bandages.

 

'Damn it! Kunoichi and the damned bandages across their chests! Why can't they wear a bra with a simple clasp? Bandages are the bane of an impulsive sexual encounter. They take forever to unwrap!' But he was not deterred despite the bandages. He had waited this long, he could wait a few more seconds.

 

She finally released his lips and pulled back to allow enough room for him to pull her shirt over her head. Her braid came undone and her long loose hair caught static and flew about her head and in her face. She frowned and in an annoyed motion grabbed her hair from about her with both hands and pulled it back tightly, but she had no hairband to bind it, which made her frown even more. 'This is sooo not a good start, stupid hair in my eyes.'

 

But she was not deterred despite unsuccessfully trying to tie her hair into a knot. She helped him unwrap the bandages across her chest and their hands touched for just a second. She instinctively pulled her hands back as if she felt an electric shock and her body tensed.

 

He stopped his motion and asked her, “Are you sure you're ready for this?” Though he said it tenderly and with great patience, there was an undertone of desperation, that if she were to say no at this point, he would throw himself off Kikyo's Tower. She met his one opened eye, gave him a slightly confident smile, blushed very deeply, and nodded.

 

'She's so different like this,' he thought, 'then again you never know what someone would be like in bed. The quiet ones are often like animals. But she's so…demure?' He couldn't think of the right word. She was just different. She was usually so cool and confident. She had even started this with the same demeanor. But now there was an uncertainty and an innocence he did not think she was capable of.

 

Finally, after unwrapping about ten tiers of bandages, she sat there unbound before him. Her chest was red and lined from the tightness of the binding, but she was better endowed than he had thought. 'She's most definitely a C rather than a B,' he thought happily.

 

She did not give him any time to stare at her body as she pressed herself onto him again, her lips locking onto his. Her hands now repeated the actions of his hands as they slipped under his shirt. Most male shinobi did not wear bandages under their shirts, at least not for the same reasons. But her hands did not immediately pull at his shirt, instead they took the time to caress and feel his muscles and trace the scars on his back. The time she was taking though pleasurable was like slow torture to him. Now impatient, he grabbed at the ends of his own shirt and quickly pulled it over his head. His forehead protector came off with it.

 

She had seen him without his shirt before, as he stepped out from the shower after their training sessions, but she had never truly studied it. And now her analytical brain took over and she began to count the number of scars, memorizing their size and shape, cataloging their texture. 'He's about 5'11”, 150lbs, chest 38”, waist 29”. A very fine male specimen. Good muscular definition. I wonder if he's well endowed. From what I've heard about his reputation…'

 

He knew that look, her curious analytical look, and sighed to himself at the delay in satisfaction. Before she could ask him about his injuries, he pulled her close and kissed her forcefully. He took the lead now as his need and impatience grew. But still he moved slowly, cautious not to scare her away.

 

Her lips were soft but a bit chapped. 'She really should take better care of them,' he thought. But one of the things he loved about her was her down to earth nature, caring little for cosmetic appearances, but then again she didn't need to, she had a natural beauty of her own.

 

'His lips are softer than mine,' she thought in irritation, 'Guess wearing a mask is a good idea.'

 

His left hand continued to hold her close while his right hand moved across her body. She also had many scars, mostly thin lacerations from her childhood, but still he could feel the slight ridges and difference in texture compared to her normal soft smooth skin.

 

His callused hands felt rough yet gentle and as he explored her body she felt the tension leaving her. She began to relax and enjoy his touch. Then she felt a hand clasping her left breast. She flinched slightly and felt his grasp relax. 'What is he doing? Weighing it?' she wondered as his hand seemed to hold it, massage it, lift it and let it go. His thumb pressed the center as if to see how far in it would go. Then his index finger and the thumb pulled and pinched her nipple erect. 'The sensation is interesting,' she analyzed, 'and not unpleasant, though a bit painful.'

 

He moved his hand away and as his lips replaced it, she gasped in surprise. Her breath quickened as she felt kisses and licks upon her breast and a hand slipping into her pants.

 

To his relief she was not wearing any strange binding undergarments, just regular plain cotton, no-lace, briefs. 'I should buy her something more…sexy,' he noted to himself. 'Not that it matters, it will be off soon enough.'

 

The warmth and wetness he felt down there betrayed her cool exterior. Satisfied that she wanted him as much as he wanted her, he pulled himself away only to undo her belt and button and zipper. 'Why can't she just wear a simple skirt or dress?' But his many years of experience proved useful as he suddenly hoisted her body over his shoulders to easily pull off her pants and underwear.

 

She gave a surprised shriek and flailed her arms. “What are you doing?” she asked angrily. He was ruining the mood she had tried so hard to achieve.

 

“I thought we'd be more comfortable in bed,” he responded. He threw her naked form onto his bed a bit roughly, but that was for hitting him on the head repeatedly as he carried her to his bedroom.

 

She immediately got under the covers to hide her nakedness from him. 'How silly,' he thought, 'I've just seen it all.' This small act of naiveté endeared her even more to him until she sat up and announced, “I…I changed my mind.”

 

His stunned expression almost made her giggle. His hands were frozen in mid action as he struggled with his pants. Now she realized the power of sex, of having a man at her mercy. The uncertainty that had come over her disappeared and she thought about how sex was more than a way to scan a mind, but also a tool to control a man.

 

'She has got to be kidding!' But he wasn't sure as he watched her pull the covers to her neck. He stood there for a minute, uncertain what to do. The ardor he felt started to wane. 'Is she torturing me on purpose? Is this a game to her? Is this what they teach to kunoichi? Or did she decide she's not ready and this is her way out?'

 

Then comprehension dawned on him that not only was she not ready, she was inexperienced. All the times she pulled away from him, all the times she pushed him away, the way she trembled when he came too close, it was more than playing hard to get. It surprised him given the nature of the profession and her beauty, but not given her aloof temperament. Shinobi lives were so often cut short, many lived for the moment and gave into whatever situation arose that would give them comfort or cause to continue. The closeness of working in teams, long missions, long days of being thrown together, led to many chances of…not love… but just raw need to be close to someone. There were those who gave into it at every opportunity. He had managed to hold back for the most part, but at her age he had long been experienced. It touched him in that male chauvinistic way that she had waited for him, had chosen him above all others.

 

“I know this is your first time. I promised I'll be gentle.” He was not going to give up now after waiting for so long. Indecent thoughts of force flashed through his mind but he held himself in place waiting for her decision.

 

In actuality, her virginity meant little to her. That she was giving it to a man she did not love, or so she told herself, was not a sin; it was just another way to draw him in, to bind him. She had made no conscious effort to stay a virgin. There was no virtue in her virginity. She was just not interested in any relationship which did not involve her mission. It was something that she would have to be rid of sooner or later and losing it in a mission was no worse than over a silly emotion.

 

His misgivings disappeared when he saw her shoulders shake in laughter. She was trying very hard to suppress her giggling but finally she let it out. 'Such power! Women may not have the strength of men, but in certain cases, against certain men, they are more powerful. How many assassinations occur in bed?' she wondered.

 

“Ha-ha-ha! Are you going to stand there all night? Or do you need help with those pants?” She reached out, still giggling uncontrollably, and her trembling hands began to undo his belt. But were her hands trembling from laughter or anticipation?

 

She finally released him into man's natural free state, born with no artifice of apparel. As her hands slowly stroked him below, his ardor returned, but he could feel her analyzing him again. She seemed to be measuring his length and thickness.

 

`The average male has a penis size of 6 inches, hmm…7 inches…seems his reputation is justified. The average diameter is 1.5 inches or a circumference just under 5 inches… hmm...a bit over average there, too. However, according to the texts a length of 5 inches is adequate for stimulation.'

 

Rikako was always thinking - that was her way. Even now, when men and women should have nothing on their minds but pleasure, she recited passages from textbooks in her head.

 

“The erogenous zones are where nerve bundles are located… In the human male, in addition to the genitalia, nerves are prevalent in the area between the scrotum and anus, and within the anus itself... Whether anal intercourse is pleasurable varies among individuals, but it is common among male to male coupling... During male to female intercourse, the anal area of either party may be stimulated using artificial devices or using the partner's digits to enter the anus...Other typically sensual areas for both sexes include the lips, ears neck, nipples... “

 

“In order to prevent pregnancy or sexually transmitted diseases, civilians use condoms, an elastic membrane used to cover the penis, but shinobi have the ability to channel their chakra to block and neutralize foreign substances. During intercourse between shinobi, either party may utilize these techniques. Though both parties are not required, it is recommended for 100 percent effectiveness… These techniques may also be controlled to stimulate or diminish arousal…”

 

She sat by the edge of the bed. Her hand pulled at him rhythmically. She looked up at him and asked, “You'll be responsible for protection?” `Never tried those shinobi contraceptive techniques before and I must get him to use up his chakra while conserving mine…make him do all the work…let him take the lead. I'll just be a passive participant.'

 

He nodded in response, too busy enjoying her touch to speak.

 

Then his hands cupped her face and he bent down to kiss her. Her right hand was still holding onto his member while her left circled around his hips. He pulled away from her grasp to kneel down. The hard, cold, wooden floor was uncomfortable. 'I have to buy a throw rug,' he noted as he moved his lips to her neck and ear. His breath on her ear tickled and she began to giggle nervously again. 'Geez, she is sooo unromantic,' he thought as he moved his lips down her neck and between her breasts, lightly licking her skin.

 

His left hand caressed her back as his right hand moved between her legs and he inserted his forefinger into her. 'Tight, very tight.' She trembled at his touch. He looked at her and saw that she was not laughing now, but instead had a troubled look upon her face. He paused to appreciate her beauty, luminescent in the room now lit only by the moon's soft rays.

 

'I will go through with this!' she insisted to herself.

 

He asked her again, “Are you sure?” But this time he held her face with his left hand so he could see her eyes when she responded. She shook her head free of his hand and said impatiently, as if willing herself not to change her mind, “I said yes before.” Which wasn't true, she had only nodded her consent, but there was no turning back now.

 

He returned his attention to her chest. 'C size is best,' he thought as he took her right breast in his mouth. 'Anything larger than D is just too big. B is just passable. But this is perfect.' He noticed with interest that her aureoles were dark compared to her skin. He had thought that they would be more pink given her fair skin. They were also rather large and so were her nipples, unusual for someone who had not borne a child, but even more enticing.

 

'Why are men so fascinated with breasts? Is it from an oral fixation dating back to infancy? Kakashi rarely talks about his parents. He never knew his mom...projection... transference?' she wondered to herself.

 

His left hand was placed on her lower back, holding her in place so she could not escape. As he suckled her breasts, moving from right to left and back again, she closed her eyes and stopped analyzing his movements or her feelings, but instead let the waves of sensation slowly wash over her. Then he stopped, and she felt a new sensation.

 

It tickled at first and she had to bite her lower lip to keep from giggling again. But then the sensation developed into a tingling warmth that emanated from her lower region to the rest of her body. She found herself short of breath though she hadn't exerted herself at all. Sounds escaped from her lips that she had never heard before. She felt herself blushing at the thought of what he was doing.

 

He was clearly an expert with his tongue, knowing the best pacing, alternating the pressure, concentrating on the most sensitive area. Long languorous licks and little quick ones that drove her to uncontrollable spasms. Waves of electrifying warmth pervaded her. It was like nothing that she ever felt before or expected. She finally opened her eyes halfway to find him pressed on top of her and kissing her again. She could taste the saltiness of her own emanations on his lips and tongue. The thought of something like that would normally have disgusted her, but now after such a euphoric sensation, she was willing to ignore all boundaries of hygiene.

 

Her hands reached down and grabbed his fully erect organ. Despite her inexperience, she knew what to do instinctively as she lowered her head and took it in her mouth, flicking her tongue at the tip, and then swallowing him whole, moving rhythmically back and forth.

 

`Despite popular belief, sexually transmitted diseases maybe contracted via anal or oral-genital sex…Although in the latter case, transmittal is less probable, detection and cure of oral STDs may be more problematic...The usual preventative civilian or shinobi techniques should be utilized.'

 

He moaned with pleasure, but to his frustration she stopped. But then she said, "You can do whatever you want with me."

 

He raised an eyebrow. “What do you have in mind?”

 

“Whatever you like,” she said boldly. 'I must make him use up his chakra!'

 

Sex with a kunoichi had so many options, especially those capable of henge and kage bunshin, but right now all he wanted was her, no one else, to be with her, feel just her body, not a clone. "Straight is fine." 'For now', he added to himself.

 

He positioned her on his bed, even fluffing up the pillows so she would be comfortable. This time he asked her directly; he wanted to know for sure before he proceeded, “You haven't done this before with anyone else have you? Male or female?”

 

She turned red. “What kind of girl do you think I am? And what if I have or haven't? What's your point?”

 

He chuckled at her defensiveness. She never liked being teased. But as he position himself over her, she said shyly, “I want to see your eyes.” 'With his sharingan exposed, he will use up more chakra.'

 

Complying with her request, he looked her in the eyes with both his eyes. 'Such beautiful dark eyes, like there's no iris at all…just an odd flicker of green.'

 

She held his hypnotic gaze. 'Such lovely eyes, especially that sharingan. Red and black, my favorite colors. That sharingan matches the color of my red dress.'

 

His hair, shimmering silver in the moonlight, fell across his face, nearly covering his mismatched eyes. She reached up and brushed it back from his forehead.

 

'She's so tight, even with the natural lubrication it'll be painful. Knowing her, I'm in for a struggle,' Kakashi thought as he planned his next move. He grabbed her wrists and held them over her head with one hand while the other one snuck down to aid in entry. He felt her body flinch and tense under him. But he maintained eye contact, trying to reassure her with his gaze. The thought of hypnotizing her to be his sex slave crossed his perverted mind, but he decided that would come in due course. “This is probably going to hurt, but I promise it'll get better,” he told her honestly.

 

She nodded. 'How painful can it be? Not more than being stabbed with a kunai.'

 

As he kissed her deeply, with his tongue penetrating her mouth, he entered her. She was tight, very tight, not just because it was her first time, but because she was now fighting against his entry and her muscles contracted. He had to channel his chakra into strength in order to hold her down.

 

She turned her head away from his kiss, closed her eyes and bit her lower lip. Her body instinctively struggled to avoid the pain. It was worse than she expected. 'I can bear this! It should be all over tonight. I just need to wear him down, use up his chakra, get him to sleep soundly.' So she steeled herself against his onslaught while reciting passages from textbooks in her mind.

 

`The frequency of simultaneous orgasm is often exaggerated. It is in fact a difficult feat to achieve without the use of chakra by at least one party. The simplest way to achieve simultaneous organism between shinobi is to synchronize chakra frequencies. A phase shift in either positive or negative direction would diminish the effects and could cause the chakra frequencies to cancel each other, in which case neither party will be able to reach orgasm. The latter situation is used in cases where delay of orgasm is desired.'

 

She couldn't tell how many pushes it took him to break through; it just seemed that he refused to stop even when he had. Each thrust felt like a kunai stab cutting her interior. He was pushing so hard she felt her entire body lift from the mattress. The pain was excruciating, nearly more than she could bear. Finally she felt him stop and shudder. 'I can't believe this is supposed to be enjoyable. Hope he remembered to take precautions. If I get pregnant, I'll definitely kill him!'

 

He collapsed on top of her, breathing heavily, and whispered in her ear. “I love you,” he said for the second time that night. It was much easier to say this time. But there was no reply except a tenseness in her body. 'I won't say it again after this,' he thought ruefully. 'I'm already at a disadvantage. I've said it twice and she hasn't said it back.'

 

But how many times had the reverse happened? Women (and men!) had told him they loved him without truly knowing him and his only response was silence or a shrug. Now karma was returning the favor and he had no right to complain. She was here with him for the night and that was enough.

 

“I know it's hard to say. It's taken me decades to say it to someone. But it's okay, I know you do,” Kakashi teased, apparently confident, but really just trying to save face.

 

Rikako did not hear his last words. She was lost in her own thoughts. 'This was not so bad. It was even strangely enjoyable in a masochistic way. But I must be careful not to get drawn in. He says he loves me. No one's ever said that to me before, not even my parents. But it's not real, just another lie.'

 

She reached for him again.

 

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