The Price of Love
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Naruto › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Adult ++
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23
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11
When the world was falling apart before your eyes, and the one person that was retribution in your miserable life was being torture, one could understand if you lost the plot.
Tsuande was never a strong nor brave woman. Yes, she may swear a lot, have an strength of about ten ox and was obnoxious. But anyone who knows her well, knew all this was nothing but an act. An act put on because if she so much as showed her weakness the Mafia would simply consume her and she would turn into nothing more then a trophy wife.
She wasn’t deluded about life, no siree no, not this woman. She knew what was install for her when her father agreed to marry her off at aged eighteen, not girl not yet a woman.
Damn it! She wanted to fall in love, she wanted to travel the world with the man that adored her! She wanted to feel loved and give love back. Talk about their children and their future, not listen to her husband talk about smuggling drugs and shooting this or that man.
And now this. What had she ever done to deserved this? Which f*cken god has she insulted to have fate deal her this hand? What did this poor soul do to be taught such a harsh lesson? Life was as unpredictable and cruel as the day it was born.
Survival of the fittest. And honestly, Tsuande was too tired to fight. But she must! This was for Minato! She can no longer save herself from sin but she would rather be known fighting for the only right thing in her life. What was death to a woman whom had mentally died the day she was married.
“Oh, Jiraya, please forgive me. Our son was put into this situation because of me. The forbidden fruit of our joyous union was to become nothing but a sex toy. No, I will not tolerate that” she tearfully whispered.
“No, no, no I will fight till my dying breath” a mother’s fierce mantra to protect the boy she could never call hers.
How she found the strength to stand up slowly and to her full height, I could never tell you. Maybe I was wrong. Maybe this woman WAS made of steel. She might have just found her hidden strength at the dying moments, a decade too late
She spun around ready to defend her oldest son, when the sight before her nearly broke her will power yet again. The scene before her rendered her motionless.
And the cries, the begging, the groaning. Oh how she wished she could cover her eyes and ears.
There her oldest tan boy, had sweat gleaming down his horizontally stretched body, legs twitching with a noticeable bulge in front and behind, One, fully erect penis with a cockring at the base, cutting deep into the swelling meat. His butt was swaying hard due to the strong vibrations of an 11 inch vibrator. His mouth was in a o and leaking saliva and his eyes was screwed shut in pain from unsatisfied desire.
A beautiful picture for his brother, a painful one for his mother.
“Mother, mother….look at this!!! Dearest ni-chan is leaking cum over his thighs and wetting the floor….isn’t he a bad boy, mummy?” hiashi squealed in a mock childlike voice.
He trailed his hands up Minato’s thighs, coating its digits with white substance, smearing the boy’s lower region. Painting it white, the colour of innocence. Like how his innocence was getting robbed from him every second that goes by.
He took those dirty fingers over to her. He raised one to his lips and licked. Then the bastard had the nerve to hold out his fingers and said sweetly
“Do you want a taste?”
And then it happen….for years she had pretend to play tough now she was finally tough.
She mustered all her strength and slapped Hiashi, hoping against hope that it would wake him up from this insanity.
Sadly, it did not work, in fact, it had the totally opposite effect. It enraged him to a point of a total and irreversible insanity of epic proportion.
This boy was turning into the devil himself. An insane devil at that.
He had a temporally shock reaction of the snap of the head and a frozen second of time.
After that all hell broke loose.
He seized her hair in a grip so brute it was surspiring she still had hair.
“You just had to make it hard don’t you?” he snarled
“I was going to be nice and just let you suck him off….now I’m gonna f*ck you while he is f*cking you….how does that sound? You’ll love it having both your holes stuff after that you can slowly die as you watch me bend your son over and slam into him. I want you to hear him beg for it and hear him cry “harder, slam it in harder” but first to make him extremely horny so that he will f*ck you willing.”
Oh how she wish to swipe that smirk off his face.
“Now where did it go? Where that Cialis? Yes and the horny cream too?”
Tsuande was never a strong nor brave woman. Yes, she may swear a lot, have an strength of about ten ox and was obnoxious. But anyone who knows her well, knew all this was nothing but an act. An act put on because if she so much as showed her weakness the Mafia would simply consume her and she would turn into nothing more then a trophy wife.
She wasn’t deluded about life, no siree no, not this woman. She knew what was install for her when her father agreed to marry her off at aged eighteen, not girl not yet a woman.
Damn it! She wanted to fall in love, she wanted to travel the world with the man that adored her! She wanted to feel loved and give love back. Talk about their children and their future, not listen to her husband talk about smuggling drugs and shooting this or that man.
And now this. What had she ever done to deserved this? Which f*cken god has she insulted to have fate deal her this hand? What did this poor soul do to be taught such a harsh lesson? Life was as unpredictable and cruel as the day it was born.
Survival of the fittest. And honestly, Tsuande was too tired to fight. But she must! This was for Minato! She can no longer save herself from sin but she would rather be known fighting for the only right thing in her life. What was death to a woman whom had mentally died the day she was married.
“Oh, Jiraya, please forgive me. Our son was put into this situation because of me. The forbidden fruit of our joyous union was to become nothing but a sex toy. No, I will not tolerate that” she tearfully whispered.
“No, no, no I will fight till my dying breath” a mother’s fierce mantra to protect the boy she could never call hers.
How she found the strength to stand up slowly and to her full height, I could never tell you. Maybe I was wrong. Maybe this woman WAS made of steel. She might have just found her hidden strength at the dying moments, a decade too late
She spun around ready to defend her oldest son, when the sight before her nearly broke her will power yet again. The scene before her rendered her motionless.
And the cries, the begging, the groaning. Oh how she wished she could cover her eyes and ears.
There her oldest tan boy, had sweat gleaming down his horizontally stretched body, legs twitching with a noticeable bulge in front and behind, One, fully erect penis with a cockring at the base, cutting deep into the swelling meat. His butt was swaying hard due to the strong vibrations of an 11 inch vibrator. His mouth was in a o and leaking saliva and his eyes was screwed shut in pain from unsatisfied desire.
A beautiful picture for his brother, a painful one for his mother.
“Mother, mother….look at this!!! Dearest ni-chan is leaking cum over his thighs and wetting the floor….isn’t he a bad boy, mummy?” hiashi squealed in a mock childlike voice.
He trailed his hands up Minato’s thighs, coating its digits with white substance, smearing the boy’s lower region. Painting it white, the colour of innocence. Like how his innocence was getting robbed from him every second that goes by.
He took those dirty fingers over to her. He raised one to his lips and licked. Then the bastard had the nerve to hold out his fingers and said sweetly
“Do you want a taste?”
And then it happen….for years she had pretend to play tough now she was finally tough.
She mustered all her strength and slapped Hiashi, hoping against hope that it would wake him up from this insanity.
Sadly, it did not work, in fact, it had the totally opposite effect. It enraged him to a point of a total and irreversible insanity of epic proportion.
This boy was turning into the devil himself. An insane devil at that.
He had a temporally shock reaction of the snap of the head and a frozen second of time.
After that all hell broke loose.
He seized her hair in a grip so brute it was surspiring she still had hair.
“You just had to make it hard don’t you?” he snarled
“I was going to be nice and just let you suck him off….now I’m gonna f*ck you while he is f*cking you….how does that sound? You’ll love it having both your holes stuff after that you can slowly die as you watch me bend your son over and slam into him. I want you to hear him beg for it and hear him cry “harder, slam it in harder” but first to make him extremely horny so that he will f*ck you willing.”
Oh how she wish to swipe that smirk off his face.
“Now where did it go? Where that Cialis? Yes and the horny cream too?”