Challenge! What It Means To Love And Be Loved!

She finally had her white child. In the first few days she poured her love over it, and the boy was all that was on her mind. Being an accomplished medical-nin with a body befitting as mother, it was easy for her to become a wet-nurse.



Something was building up, though. At first the glow of finally having a white-haired man in her life kept it in the background, but the more time past, the more she breast fed him, the more she ached for the attention of a father.



His suckling would make her warm, whichever bosom he drew from would redden, and her loins would become hot by the time he was sleeping. In a week she couldn’t take it anymore. She cursed Shizune to get her another ‘sacrifice’.



This man was a native to Konoha, single all his life, diligent in his duty, but too shy to even think of starting a relationship. He would have passed his entire life as a virgin if not for this night.



He lie in the bed, as ordered, and Tsunade entered the room. She had her garments on, but they were all loose and the center of her body was exposed. He looked over her maternal form, her calm yet fierce eyes, her massive chest, and the artwork of the blond patch above her thighs. He had a thin sheet over him, but it wasn’t hiding anything as he swelled.



Man: “Ko-kodomo? (Child?)” She had the child in her arm, and it was suckling at the only nipple currently exposed.



Tsunade: “A mother can never skip out on her responsibility, he’s just hungry, we can still continue…” < I’m burning…> He was there with an anxious look, she could see small movements from him under the sheets, like he didn’t know if he should sit up or stay still. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you, just stay there and enjoy me.” Now she was at the foot of the bed, tugging the covers from him. He stood right up as soon as he was revealed, wagging slightly and a bit red, it was rare that she ever had a visitor that wasn’t ‘clipped’ at birth.



It was entertaining for her to watch briefly. The head was almost shy. As his blood coursed through it with each heartbeat, the hood fell from the edges of it, and in the little moments where his heart was at rest, the hood would climb up the cap slightly.



Man: “A-arigatou…(Thank you.)” He was stammering, not just vocally, his body was shaking too.



Tsunade: “No, it is my pleasure…” She knelt onto the bed and walked, on her knees, over his waistline. “I’ll take care of things, just relax.” She lifted up and helped him to her opening.



As she sat down, he, like the almost two teams full of gennin in this story, discovered the feeling of sex. It was warm and enjoyable. He had no basis for comparison, so he didn’t know that Tsunade’s wide berth would be considered ‘loose’ to him, but he didn’t care. Like most men that spent time with her in bed, he took his pleasure in through his eyes.



Tsunade: < Come on, I know you want to…> She saw him reaching up to her, but his hands placed themselves on her knees, gripping and playing with them as she slowly rocked on top of him. She watched his face now. < At least his eyes have got to be on these (breasts)…> For a moment they made eye contact, and then he looked away. He began to blush and looked like he was clamping his jaw. “Hey, hey, we’re supposed to be having fun together, relax…”



She leaned forward and kissed him, taking care to cradle the baby. His mouth responded shortly and then he began to twitch and moan. She could feel his liquid pouring into her. She rocked back and sat hard on his legs. She grabbed a pillow from the bed and punched him with it in the face.



Tsunade: “Who said you could cum in me?!” She noticed the baby had fell asleep, and her demeanor changed. The last bits of the man pulsed into her while she continued to talk. “ You were told not to…”



Man: (Muffled sounds)



Tsunade: “Could it be, did Shizune bring me another virgin?” He relaxed under her.



Man: (Muffled compliance.)



Tsunade: “I suppose it can’t be helped then…” < I didn’t get anything out of this…oh well, to the backdoor then. > She sat up and let him fall out of her. It was his first sexual experience, and even if he wasn’t concerned about continuing, his lower half was.



Tsunade bent over and grabbed his seed-covered meat in her hands and tugged it a bit. He tensed up, but didn’t jerk around, the sensitivity had faded. She took him and rimmed her back hole, then pressed him against the center and sat slightly. There was a large amount of pressure as his head failed to enter her. He grunted as he bent slightly.



Tsunade cursed her age, cursed not being ready for him. Now she’d have to find some sort of lubricant. As she looked around she noticed she was lactating from the other breast. It hurt and felt unbalanced since it wasn’t used at all.



Tsunade: < Why not? > She began to squeeze herself out, her warm milk spilling on his abdomen. Soon it ran down to where she sat, and she worked it up his base with her hand. In time it had worked, and he was sinking into her. It felt so good for the both of them. Maybe it was the technique Tsunade used, or just the milk itself, but they were both tingling. She started riding him again. She was enjoying it so much she had forgotten to squeeze him on the way out. < Oh well, he’ll last longer this way…> Soon he was twitching and moaning again as she felt her insides being pushed around by a much smaller load. She just kept grinding, and soon he was flailing underneath of her. The pillow had been knocked form his face and she could see his agony from the sensitivity of his tip. He cried out, and as he did the infant woke and joined.



Tsunade: “You woke the baby…” She stopped. “We’re done here.” She knelt back up and he fell out of her, dripping on himself. When he exited the room, Tsunade began to cry. She hurt inside. She still hadn’t gotten a release. < But we woke the baby…> The reality of the situation hit her. She couldn’t keep on like this. She couldn’t subject a child to this environment. “Shizune…you were right.”



She lie in the bed with ‘her’ child, knowing she would never feel the touch of a man again.