The Price of Love
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Naruto › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Naruto › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
23
Views:
1,360
Reviews:
7
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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12
If the world was not falling down on Minato (of the present day) a minute ago, it was now.
He could not tear his eyes off this page. This pain stricken page that was filled with so many tear stains, the handwriting on it was that of a child. Wobbly and unsteady, a very upset child at that.
God, heaven, or who ever, what have you done to this poor soul? And to the soul that was left behind in grief and despair, burden forever with the weight that he could never lift.
A burden double heavy with love and guilt.
“As I watched my only son, crazy with lust, grabbing his mother, my heart broke in so many ways. And in all honesty it had never healed.
He grabbed her by her pale thin arms, forced back to him. He presented his younger half brother, her vagina, as if it was a gift…or maybe it was a permission…like if he was to yield the best thing to Hiashi, could he have what was left over?
“No, I want you to spread her legs and push that pussie on my hard sword. I want you slam her down on my penis and enter her spontaneously …can you do that idiot? Only then I let you out of that cock ring and enjoy the orgasm and relief.”
Minato (of the past) did not know how he did it but it must have been the hormones talking, because within seconds he had a struggling Tsunade’s vagina lips lined up with his brother’s and with one harsh shove brought the woman down and entered her anus as well.
“AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH”
A scream that chilled my very heart. The woman I loved was violated so harshly but the two men she had borne.
On the floor of a room in the mafia headquarters,
Then the next scene…..nearly killed me on the spot
As my beloved Tsuande was reaching her climax, Hiashi signaled for his henchmen, not for a gun but a knife.
He was not going to execute her – he was going to stabbed her. He wanted her to die a slow painful death as he proceed in f*cking her and all the whispering to her that her beloved son was next.
All I could see before my eyes filled with tears, was Minato (of the past) continuing to pound into his mother’s back….and the tears coming down his eyes as he saw the blood and still could not stop.
He hated himself for that – in his eye he was a monster
In mine, all I see was a misfortunate boy that has lost everything before he found it”
Minato was a strong man, he really was. He was one of the toughest men that Japan had seen, but still he was still not immune to this….he dropped the book and dashed to the toilet emptying his breakfast lunch and what else as his stomach could no longer bare the contents of the journal.
Shikaku could do nothing to smoothe his partner for he was stunned himself.
Minato came back wiping his mouth, and looking at the man on the bed.
He could not make up his mind if he loved that man – his great grandfather or does he hate him to the core. Hate him for being a wimp, for being useless for not saving those that mattered to him.
He will never be that weak. NEVER
But there was pity
He could not tear his eyes off this page. This pain stricken page that was filled with so many tear stains, the handwriting on it was that of a child. Wobbly and unsteady, a very upset child at that.
God, heaven, or who ever, what have you done to this poor soul? And to the soul that was left behind in grief and despair, burden forever with the weight that he could never lift.
A burden double heavy with love and guilt.
“As I watched my only son, crazy with lust, grabbing his mother, my heart broke in so many ways. And in all honesty it had never healed.
He grabbed her by her pale thin arms, forced back to him. He presented his younger half brother, her vagina, as if it was a gift…or maybe it was a permission…like if he was to yield the best thing to Hiashi, could he have what was left over?
“No, I want you to spread her legs and push that pussie on my hard sword. I want you slam her down on my penis and enter her spontaneously …can you do that idiot? Only then I let you out of that cock ring and enjoy the orgasm and relief.”
Minato (of the past) did not know how he did it but it must have been the hormones talking, because within seconds he had a struggling Tsunade’s vagina lips lined up with his brother’s and with one harsh shove brought the woman down and entered her anus as well.
“AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH”
A scream that chilled my very heart. The woman I loved was violated so harshly but the two men she had borne.
On the floor of a room in the mafia headquarters,
Then the next scene…..nearly killed me on the spot
As my beloved Tsuande was reaching her climax, Hiashi signaled for his henchmen, not for a gun but a knife.
He was not going to execute her – he was going to stabbed her. He wanted her to die a slow painful death as he proceed in f*cking her and all the whispering to her that her beloved son was next.
All I could see before my eyes filled with tears, was Minato (of the past) continuing to pound into his mother’s back….and the tears coming down his eyes as he saw the blood and still could not stop.
He hated himself for that – in his eye he was a monster
In mine, all I see was a misfortunate boy that has lost everything before he found it”
Minato was a strong man, he really was. He was one of the toughest men that Japan had seen, but still he was still not immune to this….he dropped the book and dashed to the toilet emptying his breakfast lunch and what else as his stomach could no longer bare the contents of the journal.
Shikaku could do nothing to smoothe his partner for he was stunned himself.
Minato came back wiping his mouth, and looking at the man on the bed.
He could not make up his mind if he loved that man – his great grandfather or does he hate him to the core. Hate him for being a wimp, for being useless for not saving those that mattered to him.
He will never be that weak. NEVER
But there was pity