The Scheme

Disclaimer: See chapter 1

The Scheme chapter 10

Over the last few days, Sakura was in midst of her own hectic schedule for the upcoming jounin exams. She headed the medical oversight of the teams that would be dispatched for the event. Although her meetings with Sasuke-kun had been virtually cut off, she still managed to see him once to wish him good luck.

She had somehow located Kakashi-sensei when her attempts to seek Sasuke-kun became fruitless. She had dropped off notes and food in front of Sasuke-kun’s apartment door, but she could not see her beloved in person. So she did what any super genius kunoichi with an obsessive compulsive disorder for one specific man would do, she utilized her overly large brain to scheme for their next encounter. Surely God supplied her with these innate talents for this very purpose.

She convinced Kakashi-sensei to meet his solemn student in the exact spot team seven came together many years ago to talk about their hopes and dreams. Certainly, her dreams were coming into fruition ahead of the others. If only her brooding teammate realized that whatever underhanded methods she utilized would also bring about his dream to resurrect his clan should he liberate the gigantic angst ridden pole permanently implanted in his ass.

Her sensei immediately agreed without questioning her motives. He possessed a great mind and a sadistic streak when it came to his students that he could not deny her request. She appreciated how much the seemingly dim witted man was impossibly perceptive and very supportive of her pursuit.

Therefore, at this moment, she sat in a large classroom with about twelve six year old children surrounding her. It would appear unusual for this kunoichi who spent most of her time in midst of high-level older ninjas, healing them, following their orders, or exacting punishment. But she had an important mission to accomplish, and she took every dastardly means to reach her goal.

She easily convinced a weary and overly worked Iruka-san to baby sit these school students at the academy when one teacher came down with the flu. This would work to her advantage in many ways. First, she genuinely liked children; secondly, the classroom was joined to the only corridor Sasuke-kun would take to reach the roof; thirdly, Sasuke-kun would unquestionably observe her; fourthly, the children were of age when Sasuke-kun still remembered his early childhood before the Uchiha massacre; and lastly, she would interact with these adorable children in front of Sasuke-kun’s eyes for the first time.

“Oni-chan, look what I made? Does this look like a shuriken?”

Sakura smiled and pinched an adorable cheek belonging to a pretty girl with pigtails. “Absolutely. I should watch out. I don’t want to be a target.”

The girl squealed in laughter before running off to complete her crafts project.

A dark head boy stood in a corner, his arms across his chest, resembling Sasuke-kun in many ways. “This is dumb. We should be doing actual shuriken practice right now.”

Sakura patted her knees so he would come forward. She lifted him up and hoisted him on her knees lovingly. “Well Koji-kun, we are drawing the weapons so that you will know your weapons available to you better and appreciate it more.”

When the little boy stubbornly looked away, Sakura cuddled him close causing him to giggle.

“A good ninja must be aware of his tools available to him. Every good shinobi must understand how to use his weapons effectively,” she said lightly while being very conscious of a pair of dark eyes observing her from the threshold of the purposely opened doorway. She tilted her head closer to boy’s ears without directing her eyes at her intended target and whispered, “Look at that shinobi. He’s one of the best in this village. He can strike ten targets at once with his shurikens. Why don’t you go over there and bring him.”

The boy’s eyes widened in awe. “Really?”

“Yes, now go on,” she instructed warmly.

The little boy scampered towards the stoic man who acknowledged the boy by quirking his eyebrow and thinning his lips.

“Mister, oni-chan said that you can actually hit ten targets at once. Is this true?” Koji asked after he tugged on the pant leg belonging to a shinobi who had his eye stationed on a particular pink haired nin.

Sasuke-kun peered down and attempted to soften his hard expression without much success. Regardless, he merely nodded for propriety’s sake.

The little boy’s tugging became more aggressive. “Come on mister.” Koji dragged the reluctant shinobi into the middle of the room.

“Hi Sasuke-kun!” Sakura announced directing all attention upon the dark gloomy ninja. “Everyone, he is one of my best friends and my teammate. You will learn that when you become paired in your gennin team that the people you are teamed with will become the most important people in you life and your life long friends.” Sakura smiled and all the children especially the female ones looked at him in awe and adoration.

One precocious female child even had the nerve to ask, “Is he your boyfriend?”

Sasuke-kun glared in response, but Sakura knew better that his scowl originated from his irritation of the question posed than his denial of it.

“I have a boyfriend but he is not it,” said Sakura jovially while inner Sakura was laughing a shit storm at the scornful expression on Sasuke-kun’s face. She soothed down the hair of a girl student nearby who hugged her fiercely. “We should let him go. He is preparing for the jounin exam soon.”

More “ahhs” reverberated around the room as all the impressionable young ones looked at the shinobi as their idol.

“But aren’t you a jounin too oni-chan. Why didn’t you both become jounins at the same time?” asked a curious student.

“Because,” Sakura answered taking note of the annoyed and ashamed expression on Sasuke-kun’s face, “he was already in Anbu class before someone acknowledged my potential to become a jounin. He is just taking his jounin exam now out of respect for village protocol.” She explained which stirred his black eyes to search hers meaningfully.

“Do you think he’ll take us to shuriken practice?” Koji begged, his pleading look directed at the brooding man.

“After his exams, maybe, but we should ask him,” suggested Sakura.

“You will come too, right oni-chan?” the girl in her arms inquired.

“Of course.”

All attention focused on Sasuke-kun to await his reply. He shifted uneasily, and Sakura could gather his actions stemmed from his inexperience with children and his difficult childhood halted prematurely by his insane brother. Yet with all awkwardness of his stance, he managed to nod. He particularly gazed down at the dark haired Koji who appeared to idolize him.

“Okay children. Why don’t you work on your projects while I talk with Sasuke-kun,” she instructed as she rummaged through her sack for a package she kept on her for this “chance” encounter. She motioned for the nin to follow her out to the corridor which he obliged readily.

“I just want to wish you good luck. I might not have the opportunity later,” Sakura said thoughtfully.

“Ah,” he articulated his thanks in his Sasuke-kun ways, although his words were given absent mindedly. He still had his head turned to peer at the children bustling about in the classroom.

The gears were cranking on full steam, and Inner Sakura pranced about acting very smug. “Here.” She presented him with a package effectively drawing his attention to her.

Because Sakura had been apt to give him gifts, it was no surprise for Sasuke-kun to react any differently unlike Sai. Usually her gifts, the ones he accepted, were repeatedly forced down his throat in the form of flowers, candies, cakes, or healing jutsus. Except for the healing bit which she offered to everyone, even she admitted to herself that her past gifts were impractical and juvenile.

“I brought some customized shurikens and kunais for you. They’re razor sharp and of exceptional quality. I thought it would be useful,” she explained as she shoved the box into his hands. Not waiting for a thank you, which she was assured to never acquire from him again unless he decides to venture into another life altering excursion, she took his wordlessness in stride. “I know Kakashi-sensei won’t show up for another hour, but you can’t be tardy. I mean, you do need some time to brood by yourself during the day,” she ended with a joke.

He smirked in a way he usually reserved for Naruto when the blonde did something stupid like try to get himself killed for Sasuke’s benefit. “Dobe.”

She chuckled as she made her way to the classroom. “That’s Naruto’s special name. I can’t take that from him. Be original for once and give me a new nick name.”

Sakura went about to busy herself with the children. She endeavored not to notice that Sasuke-kun remained at the threshold of the door to study her for another ten minutes before departing. Her mind willed her to ignore those piercing black eyes. After he left, she breathed out a great big sigh and allowed her joy to visibly reveal itself.

“Oni-chan, you’re kind of scary with that smile,” the black haired boy commented.

“Koji-kun, let me just warn you not to snub a girl’s affection so snidely. She might get her revenge when you least expect it.”

“Whatever,” Koji said, scrunching his nose at the idea of girls and their cooties.

“Now show me what you’ve drawn.”

Sakura mentally gave herself an update: phase three progressing smoothing. She found her calling – to manipulate Sasuke-kun to bend to her will.

That afternoon she made her way to the spring as indicated by the half-wit frog. She again made sure to outfit herself in layers. Depending on the quality of his writing, she would reward him with stripping herself down more or less, with her string bikini as maximum amount of exposure she would provide.

Once she arrived, she was flabbergasted by that old pervert’s preparation. A blanket had been sprawled on the ground with bottles of sake placed on a low rise, wooden table next to a boom box. Another blanket had been tied to the limbs of trees to provide him shade as he sat there like a little hyper boy fanning himself excitedly. The old man virtually transported an artificial brothel setting in this part of the forest. When she thought that this respected shinobi heralded with the title of sannin could not disgrace his name anymore, she was wrong again by witnessing another low level of his perversion. Ero-sennin was too good of a name for this pervert.

“Sakura-chan. Sakura-chan. I’m all ready for my show now,” came Jiraiya’s sing song voice.

“Jiraiya-sama. What the hell is all this?” snarled Sakura her hands curling into fists.

“To get comfortable,” he roared in laughter. Obviously he enjoyed some sake while waiting for her arrival.

Virtual sweat drops appeared on her head, and she slumped her shoulders in surrender. If her great teacher couldn’t knock this debase personality trait out of him, she should not bother with it either.

“So? Where is the manuscript?”

“Here it is.” He handed over a booklet with “Icha Icha Violence Volume XIII” printed on its cover. “This is the original so be careful with it. My editor doesn’t know that I swiped, ahem, borrowed it last night.” He flashed her a grin and swallowed another helping of sake.

True to his words, it was the original. When she flipped through the pages, she could see red markings all over the typed text. No one except an editor would be forced to read this filthy trash and scribble words like “too provocative” or “inappropriate” on some of the passages written. Most likely, Jiraiya-sama and his merry band of loyal readers preferred his X-rated books to push the boundaries.

“I gave you an entire chapter before the finale. See chapter thirteen,” he urged her so as not to delay the strip show.

She mumbled “old pervert” under her breath before settling down on the grass to read.


(Warning: Lemon. Not appropriate for children under 18)

The imposing figure of the blonde mistress stood in front of the raven haired spy. His sculpted handsome face refused to meet her eyes, so he adamantly stared down at the ground. With his arms cuffed behind him, chakra reserves depleted from his body, he kneeled before her without any means of escape. He abided to the shinobi code that torture or death would be more preferable than failing his mission and confessing the secrets he had observed.

“I see that you are still stubborn, shinobi. Very well, then I’ll have to find another means to retrieve the information,” she stated with a deep sigh, her luscious bosoms giggling from the intake of breath. “Bring Blossom forward. I’m sure that she is prepared to extricate the secrets he is hiding.”

A pink haired woman gracefully entered the room adorning a similar robe to one worn by the mistress. Instead of allowing the garment to part in the middle to reveal her lithe curvaceous form, the clothing modestly covered the body but provided tempting outlines for one to assess her figure.

The blonde turned to her apprentice. “It’s time to evaluate your training. Take him and teach him how we treat someone of his kind.”

“Yes master,” Blossom nodded obligingly. She neared the spy and brutally clasped a choker around his neck attached to a leash that she held in her hand. “Come.” She pulled him from his kneeling position, and his height towered over her petite form. Regardless, she held the power in her hands.

They entered a dark candle lit room. A table like structure stood in the middle of the space with chakra infused manacles stationed in strategic places to keep him prone without any struggle. Along the walls displayed an array of whips, cat-of-nine-tails, sticks, and other items used as torture implements.

She forced him onto the table and chained his arms and legs. Her emerald eyes sparkled as she examined his handsome face and sculpted shinobi body.

“I’m going to have fun with you, and you’ll enjoy every moment of it,” she whispered seductively into his ears.

He turned his black eyes away from her showing his determination not to submit to a female no matter if her pink hair, captivating green eyes, and seemingly innocent pretty face made an alluring sight.

“Aren’t you a stubborn one. Don’t matter, I’ll break you,” she assured him with a sweet smile.

The shinobi felt cold sharp steel against his neck which forced him to face her once again. He pulled against his bindings to find that he was absolutely trapped and vulnerable to her whims.

“You will willingly follow my orders soon enough,” she cooed as she deftly swiped the knife down his chest and stomach without puncturing his skin already riddled with old wounds. His uniform parted revealing the expanse of his chest to her greedy eyes. She licked her lips with her juicy pink tongue as she undressed him leaving his upper body completely exposed.

“I’m very lucky. You are quite handsome,” she breathily murmured against his long black lashes causing them to flutter. She had her fingers gingerly follow the ridges and contours of his muscles and trace the protruding lines of his scars. “And what a wonderful masculine body you possess.” She giggled when his face stared at her with frightened curiosity.

“Don’t worry. I learned from the best, and I have the best control in my craft,” she consoled.

Her name did fit her appearance. She looked fragile like a delicate pink flower and smelled just as sweet. However, not all flowers were as helpless as they appeared, and she represented the prime example.

She poured sweet smelling fragrant oil in her small hands and began to rub his muscular flesh starting from the shoulders down to his torso. The man ceased breathing when her hot touch made contact against his cool skin. Her hands caressed his chest and arms expertly and left a trail of post frictional heat in its wake.

“This won’t do.” She climbed on top of him with her round bottom resting against his lower abdomen near his crotch that perked in attention. “Now that’s so much better,” she spoke in a soothing voice, leaning in to imprison his eyes to her hypnotic angelic face. “Do you like it?”

He didn’t answer but his panting and straining pants told her otherwise. She obviously had her answer, but the game required he comply with all her wants. She scooted down until her feminine heat rested on top of his growing bulge. She began to grind herself against him while she painfully tweaked his nipples. “Do you like it?” she asked more forcefully.

“Yess….” he hissed through gritted teeth.

She thrust her hips a few more times before she ceased which brought about a pleading groan. “Look at me,” she commanded. His erection was definitely threatening to rip through the material of his pants.

When his obsidian dazed eyes focused on the woman above him, his vision immediately cleared and eyes widened at what was before him. She unclasped her robe and flung it away. She revealed her dark red leather outfit that complimented her creamy skin tone and pink hair. Her round succulent breasts hid under red cups, but her erect nipples visibly poked through. Her torso was covered by laced leather with an intricate Chinese design drawn on the fabric. Her sweet heart shaped bottom was barely concealed by the leather especially her rear where he could feel the skin more directly causing intense discomfort to spread to his groin.

“Do you like what you see?”

Her body magnetized his sight to concentrate on her delicious ripe figure to the point that it rendered him speechless.

“You did not respond soon enough,” she chastised as she hopped off him. “Now we are going to do some punishment because you did not follow my orders.”

Blossom pushed a button located on the side of the table that mechanically tilted the table up until it stood vertically. She rose in front of him as she continued to caress his bare front. She then leaned forward to place little wet kisses on his chest before allowing her tongue to linger around his right nipple.

“You like this. I know it turns you on, but there will be more to come,” she teased in a hushed husky voice as she pulled the knife high in the air catching the glint of surprise in his eyes. Then immediately she descended the knife down his pants legs to disrobe him completely.

“My my. You do like me.” She smiled secretly as her fingers traveled down his quivering stomach muscles, his hips, the black curls at the base of his erect, hard, long penis, and finally ascended up to the limb that pulsed for attention. She stroked the soft velvety skin covering the ramrod steel underneath. When her delicate pointer finger tapped on the mushroom head, she felt wetness cover her nail.

She looked into his dark intense orbs and smiled coyly. She playfully took the same finger to her pink plush lips. “Mmmm. You taste very good. I’m going to enjoy sucking you off until you don’t remember your name spy.”

He breathed heavily, his chest heaving in and out in a rapid pace.

She resumed stroking him gently.

“Now. What village are you from?”

He responded with only a low moan.

For good measure, she bit on the same nipple she lovingly laved a minute ago. He cried out and more wetness gushed from his tip and into her hands.

“Did I command you to make a mess?” she reprimanded.

She unhanded him and went over to the weapons. She picked up a small whip meant for flogging and sashayed back while flicking the whip playfully. She pushed another button to remove some of the table leaving the steel beams behind his head and its parallel counter part at his feet that entrapped the man with the attached manacles. Blossom allowed her hand to wander on his hard backside while her virginal face loomed near him.

“You know what I will do now? I will cause so much pain and pleasure, you will become insane unless you answer my question,” she warned her captive as the chakra in her hand fused into his skin. “And this is what I mean by that.”

WHAP!

She flogged him once to show him that she always followed through with her promises. The special material on the whip reacted with her chakra to amplify the pain and to bring about endless pleasure simultaneously. His penis wept more profusely now.

“Tell me what village, spy.”

He hissed and attempted to struggle against his bindings fruitlessly.

“I did warn you,” Blossom said sweetly.

WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!

The dark haired nin cried loud more vocally after each strike. More blood rushed into his already large penis to further engorge it while the tip flowed a steady stream of milky liquid.

“Now tell me, what village!”

“Village of Mars,” he groaned as his eyes rolled back from the incomparable sensations sweeping over his immobile form.

Blossom smiled and dropped her whip to the ground to face him once again. “Now, that’s a good boy. I think I will reward you, but before I do that,” she kneeled and began to pour hot liquid on his penis that sent little electrical sparks inside him. “It’s essential to put this on you so you will stay long and hard. I will need more questions answered.”

He panted feverishly now, and he gazed down at the pink haired demonic angel who withdrew the bottle of the strange oil and took his member in her mouth. Her tongue glided against his penis, and her hot moist mouth consumed his senses. Without any indication, she guided his root deeper into her cavern until he could feel the muscles of her throat convulsing around his tip. He cried out in pleasure from her initial oral acceptance. Then she stroked his length and sucked like a vacuum causing an indescribable feeling to emerge that traveled to the rest of his body. He was at the precipice, and the flood gates would open at any moment, but this sadistic woman did not relent nor did she linger within the same level of sexual ministration. To his greatest delight and his greatest displeasure, she conjured up her chakra to flow from her tongue that broke his already straining composure. He howled loudly as he violently released himself into her which she drank greedily without letting one drop to escape.

She stood up slowly as she stuck her tongue out to taste all of his liquid that rested on her glistening lips. “I was right. You are tasty.”

He closed his eyes, his heart ready to explode. Fatigue would be an understatement but his body refused to cooperate. The throbbing on his penis did not lessen nor did his lust that drove him into the edge of madness. He desired to be free, not to leave her dominatrix lair, but to take her body in his arms and drive her into the same mind blowing stasis that entrapped his body and his soul.

Her expression was one of mirth at witnessing his discomfort, the product of her cultivated expertise and innate talent. Before their time ended, he would relish in his role as her willing sexual slave, ready to fulfill her requests to receive the satisfaction he would be addicted to.

Blossom maneuvered the table to its original horizontal position and condition, elevating the omitted pieces to return under him, with a push of a button.

“Now spy, you are going to tell me what you were doing sneaking around in the records room.”

He merely grunted but she noticed the hesitation that a few moments ago would never have been exhibited. His defenses were thinning, his defiance wavering.

She hauled herself on the table once more, straddling him near the upper regions of his chest to provide him with a closer picture of her body. Sensuously, she caressed her own skin, squeezing her covered lush breasts and playfully rolling her nipples with her thumbs. Nimble fingers delicately pulled the leather away to bare her silken coveted flesh so she may continue with her foreplay exposed for his viewing pleasure.

“Do you want to kiss my breasts?”

So awestruck was he that he could not help himself but nod.

“Do you want to lick my nipples?”

He nodded once more.

“Then tell me when you arrived in the village.”

When he failed to obey, Blossom lowered her breast closer to his face and engaged her hands more passionately.

“One week,” he gasped.

“Good boy. Here is your reward,”

The breasts slowly sank down to his waiting mouth that gorged obsessively on her buttery soft skin. He vigorously sucked on her nipples, and his tongue zealously worshipped her mounds. After a minute, Blossom removed her reward which he refused by struggling to lift his head higher as she pulled away.

“Now you understand? Every time you abide to my command, I shall reward you very handsomely.”

Blossom held herself higher on her knee until his face was positioned directly below, the perfect place to get the ideal view. Watching the havoc in his mind take control, manifested in his adam’s apple rolling down from a hard swallow, she unclasped the material located on both sides of her hips that concealed her feminine treasure. She stripped the leather quickly to display her moist rose colored folds surrounded by trim curly pink hair.

The man’s mouth gapped open, his nostrils flared to deeply inhale the delicious feminine aroma that was being unleashed in all its hormonal potency. The heavenly smell and sight ignited a primitive flame to erupt into a scorching blaze throughout his body. And when he saw her fingers began to gently touch herself and rub against her wet slick flesh producing a distinctive squelching sound and secreting her clear juices to run more generously, he became crazed with the need to dive into her heat, taste her, smell her more closely, immerse himself in her and own her completely. His cock followed his lustful thoughts and cried out angrily by directing more blood flow to painfully crowd into his already engorged limb.

“How many ninjas came for this mission?” she groaned as she bobbed up and down above him, never allowing contact at her lowest point. She teased some more by gyrating her hips and grazing her wet finger tips against his nose. She accessed her advanced chakra resources to discharge potent levels of pheromone that would cause any man to descend into delirium.

The man enraptured by lust frantically attempted to close in but she successfully kept him at bay. He became a beast of desire, grunting and snarling. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead, chest, and shoulders.

“Tell me spy,” she hissed.

“Six.”

“Where?”

“Safe house east of the village near the shrine,” he confessed through heavy pants.

“Good boy. Another reward for you,” she sank upon his waiting mouth that attacked her core like a dying dehydrated man slaking his thirst for the first time in days.

His tongue probed roughly against her folds, massaging the creases which caused more moisture to fall onto his waiting tongue. He suckled her nub ferociously, and Blossom wailed out in pleasure.

“Make me cum spy,” she gasped between moans and heavy breaths.

More viciously did he attack with his sensual rough tongue, prodding into her passage and teeth nipping against her clit.

“Yes…..yes….Yes…… YES!” she screamed throwing her head back as an orgasm overtook her body like an earthquake, her skin rippling from the shocks.

She slumped back down upon his chest and composed her mind to continue with the interrogation. While recuperating, she noticed his penis swell and visibly pulse.

“Yes, I’m very lucky indeed,” Blossom commented. She rose to her knees and traveled down his chest leaving a hot trail of her chakra infused essence to delightfully heat and tingle his skin. She lifted herself up over his hot erect cock and looked at him pointedly. “What was the purpose of the mission?”

He bit down his lower lips to flood the indentations with blood, and his eyes closed to concentrate against complying with her will.

Annoyed, the woman narrowed her emerald eyes and tormented him mercilessly by thrusting her tight passage around his mushroom head yet denying him the satisfaction and impending release brought only by full penetration.

“It was to retrieve a secretive intercourse-no-jutsu,” he spoke quickly.

“Well isn’t this ironic that I’m going to show you that jutsu right now,” she smirked. She sat on him to completely envelop his thick long meat into her tight hot core. Both groaned at this action when feeling the protruding veins and ridges of his penis glide against her quivering sodden channel.

She began by thrusting slowly and deeply, wiggling her hips about to get as much friction and contact as possible. His groan intensified because he was already at the stage for ejaculation before she sheathed herself on him. Now that his cock received some much needed attention, he provided his sexual frustration a venue for release.

Her pace increased, fully penetrating herself on his entire length. Up and down she rode him, bucking and wreathing with pleasure, the sounds of wet flesh echoing in the room. Her core shuddered rhythmically around his cock each time he entered her, and eagerly, he attempted to join himself into her like an uncontrollable beast.

He could feel his brain about to erupt and the liquid in his lower region rushing to find its exquisite end inside of her. He was already too far gone, their coitus already bringing forth the expected cramping of his muscles, the stage before the inevitable orgasm.

When he held his breath and closed his eyes to spray his seed, the most unusual and horrifying event occurred. Nothing came forward. Rather, his penis pulsed and expanded from the extra liquid. When he thought he couldn’t get any bigger, his size grew causing his nerves to jar and scream from the more intimate contact against her velvety, wet, constricting muscles.

He grunted from the immeasurable mixture of pain and pleasure, and his wrists frantically pulled against his shackles.

“Oh…Did you think…oh….it….would…be over….so soon?” she wheezed between moans. She leaned her face closer, her hands digging into his chest. “I’m not going to let you cum until you answered all my questions,” she threatened by enunciating every word with a deep hard thrust.

The shinobi was in euphoric hell. All he could hear was his blood madly rush down to his cock and feel his stomach muscles contracting uncontrollably. See-sawing up and down the vile beautiful woman went on top of his aching cock. The musky smell of sex flooded the room; the slicks sounds of their sexual dance ascending to a faster higher level echoed off the walls and mingled with his anguished hoarse cries and her moans of victory.

It was too much, so he opened his mouth and automatically responded to anything she wanted. He had to cum immediately before he died from the bomb that was ticking away inside of him and ready to explode. He detested his position but his cock savored it. His limb betrayed him and urgently sought to pound itself into her fiery passage.

“You are such a good boy!” Blossom panted. She lost her controlled rhythm and was now chaotically propelling herself on him. Up and down she fucked like a demoness with her delectable and insatiable pussy. “Have your reward!” she shrieked as her muscles began to spasm wildly around the hot penis completely overwhelming the man’s already sensitized nerves.

Her orgasm went a shockwave of chakra from within her womb, and the shinobi felt that his penis was being pumped, licked, sucked, tongued, and caressed at the same time. His eyes rolled up, and his mouth contorted into the most horror-struck expression.

“Release jutsu!” she somehow groaned in mid-climax.

A sensation of relief inundated his mind and body for a second before his orgasm seized him like a hundred feet tsunami. “AAAHHHHHH!!” he roared, completely absorbed and crushed by this pleasure. He fought for consciousness as torrents of his seed gushed forward with so much force that he almost bucked her off him. The orgasm seizure lasted and lasted until the milky liquid ran in a constant stream down her thighs and gathered in large pools on the table.

After three minutes of the continuous mind boggling euphoric high, the shinobi slumped back nearly drained of his chakra. His eyes fluttered drowsily and finally succumbed to darkness.

Blossoms breathed deeply to gather her thoughts and control her mind. She crawled up to be face to face with this dark, tall, handsome shinobi.

“Goodnight. I’ll see you later,” she whispered and lightly pecked him on his mouth.

Later she stood in front of her mistress and gave her report in full detail.

“Good job Blossom. We will dispatch our kunoichis to raze their male village to the ground with our sexual jutsus.”

“Yes master. May I take my leave?”

“Of course.” The blonde watched her pink haired apprentice eagerly make her way to her quarters where surely the spy was being held. That girl particularly had a fondness for black hair, black eyed, handsome shinobis, and she proved to be the perfect interrogator for those men.

“And Blossom.”

“Yes Master?”

“What will you call your new slave?”

Emerald eyes sparkled and pink lips widened into a mischievous grin. “Something that starts with an ‘S’ I believe.”

(End Lemon)


When Sakura finished reading the last page, her face was the color of her red shirt. With her face and body aflame, she pulled on her collar hoping to release some of the steam generated by her high body heat. This was the dirtiest, hottest, trashiest, and most revolting thing ever concocted in that pervert grizzly mane of that man.

She loved it! Absolutely shouting-on-top-of-mountains in love with it! If Sasuke-kun’s reaction to her inflating breasts were any indication, this would cause his nose to bleed for years. He would become comatose for awhile, and then come to her on his hands and knees.

“I know I’m the greatest,” stated Jiraiya-sama conceitedly. He crossed his arms across his chest like a sagely figure and completely destroyed that image when his eyes rounded ridiculously and tongue flapped out like a dog. “So when do I get my strip show, Sakura-chan.”

Before she would dance the greatest display of kunoichi inspired strip tease he ever dreamt about, she posed a couple of questions.

“Why did you make me a dominatrix?”

He pouted childishly before straightening himself up, looking serious at her. Truly, the man possessed two faces: one, a great and skilled shinobi with a gifted insight of people, and two, a depraved, sex obsessed man with a perverted imagination. “I’m not as deaf or blind as you presume of me. I took your true personality and transformed you into a sexual goddess. Everything in there is you.”

“Do you think Sai would like it?”

“Your features are very unique. Any man would want you after reading this especially if that man is a shinobi. I think Sai AND the icicle would want you,” he added with a wink.

Did every pervert possess such perceptive and sharp intellect? The Third, Jiraiya-sama, Kakashi-sensei, and god forbid, the Great Fourth belonged to this club setting a precedent that equated perversion to brilliance. Or was it that one merely taught the other to become so, seeing as how each one was the respected jounin teacher to the other. If so, then Naruto and Sasuke-kun would surely follow suit. Sakura banked on this knowledge to hook Sasuke-kun within her devious grasp, but Naruto? She would rather beat him senseless for even thinking such things as Tsunade-sama should have done with Jiraiya-sama.

“Now do I get my strip tease?” insisted Jiraiya almost jumping off the ground in anticipation.

Sakura faced the man who had accomplished all that she asked him to do and then some. Tic for tac. Indisputably, she had to compensate him for such obedience. He would not have gone so far as painting her into such a sexual deviant if there was not a grain of truth in it.

“With pleasure Jiraiya-sama. With great pleasure,” she answered audaciously as she turned on the radio fully intending to reveal all, down her to string bikini. For being such a good shinobi, he must get a reward.



A/N: Alrightey now! You got what you wanted. It is labeled “M” for mature. So there it is……for your perverted pleasure. Hopefully, you like it. I’m not really good at smut. Definitely not my forte. Give me a benefit of the doubt for trying.

Reminder that the Icha Icha books cater to men because it is written by the male perverted shinobi, so I wrote the smut to capture a sex scene that Jiraiya’s readers (macho shinobis with similar perverse mindsets) would appreciate. It fits into the whole notion of “Icha Icha Violence” as it is titled, although I don’t have a clue as to what “Icha Icha” actually means.

Stupid automatic spell check. Doesn’t recognize Japanese words at all. WTF is charka? Keeps on switching my letters, bastard computer. Sorry, I haven’t updated my chapter sooner so I cut the editing process short.

Thanks for you reviews!