When Cherry Blossoms Fall

 

 

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Sakura strained against her bonds. Her struggles would do her no good; she felt chakra racing through the ropes. And she felt the wielder moving in the shadows. “Come out you coward” she barked. Her green e yes widened when messy red hair came into view.

“You… You’re dead” she breathed.

Sasori smiled in that fixed way of his. “You think?”

“We killed you. Lady Chiyo and myself.”

He paused to move closer, puppet fingers lifting to sweep pink hair over her shoulder. “True enough. You did kill me” he agreed, “In that form.”

Her eyes narrowed. That form. Meaning his puppet body, they thought they had destroyed the chakra heart of him. Apparently not. For here he stood, the puppet master. Sasori of the Red Sands.

“What do you want with me?” she asked then.

He leaned closer, his carved lips near her ear. “I told you before didn’t I? I want you … for my collection.”

Sakura shuddered. “I’m not going to be your fucking puppet” she snapped at him, willing her chakra to focus so could destroy the floor and thereby loosen her bonds.

He studied her for a moment and that puppet mouth opened with the clacking clattering sound she always found creepy.

“I have two collections” came his voice to her left. Her eyes darted to where he stood, “No, not a fucking puppet.” AS he pressed closer to her, she noticed something right away. Previously Sasori had carried no scent. This one did. Warm, spiced and earthy.

And when he reached forward to trace his fingers over her cheeks, she saw that his fingers were not jointed wood. They were flesh and blood.

“You have a physical body?” she found herself asking him.

A puppet moved behind her and she felt the sting of an injection before she noticed the syringe in the back of her thigh. “Poison...”

The Sasori, the living one, before her chuckled. “I can have a physical body, when I want one. There are some things that are more enjoyable with a body.”

“Like killing?” she panted out. Her body felt very hot now.

He moved even closer, fingers touching her mouth as he shook his head, “Like fucking”

She gasped as his lips touched her ear, his breath hot, scented with tea. She shook her head, “What did you poison me with?”

His tongue flickered against her ear, “Not poison dear” he assured her, “Another specialty of mine. It lowers inhibitions, actually it wipes them away.”

She shuddered at his words.

“When I fought you, I could only regret not having my physical form at the time. I would have killed granny and fucked you into the ground.”

“What are you saying? Why?”

Those aubergine eyes raked over her, “You are not unattractive to me. But more you are powerful. I find that tempting. All the better to tame a strong one to my touch. And secondly, you are precious.”

“P…precious?”

Sasori was loosening her bonds now, “Yes, precious to the Jinchuriki. I can use that. Just as I plan to use you.”

She shook her head with great effort, “No.”

Sasori caught her as she pitched forward, her body no longer under her control. “Don’t worry pretty blossom. In this state you will be so relaxed that you might even enjoy it.”

When he lifted her easily against his chest and made his way down dark passages to a room with a low table and laid her upon it, Sakura fought to keep her eyes open. He leaned over her, “When you come Sakura, I will have won this battle.”

His mouth brushed against hers with mock gentleness and then he nipped her lower lip. She tasted the metallic tang of her blood. “Open your mouth for me”.

Sakura felt tears well behind her lashes as her lips parted for him. ‘I want to go’ she thought to herself.

Sasori slid his tongue into her mouth, softly stroking against hers. His hands stroking over her breasts. Unbidden a soft moan lifted from her mouth and Sasori pulled back to study her for a moment. Then he smirked and ravaged her mouth. He reached for her pale arms and pulled them upwards, feeling her link her hands behind his neck.

Sakura felt the pulsing heat of desire grow in her core. Even as her chakra was moving through her system, trying to isolate and neutralize his serum. When his hand slid to press against her core, she arched into his hand, hating her body’s traitorous reaction to his touch.

But Sasori was beautiful. Strong. He had information on Sasuke. He had information on the others and when they would come for Naruto. And he liked games.

“Sasori” she moaned to him and he stiffened, rising to stand over her.

“How can you form words?” he pondered aloud.

Sakura needed to keep him on edge. “I can do lots of things. I was wondering how much enjoyment you can really get from fucking like this?”

He blinked.

“I mean a chemically willing partner is one thing, but a truly willing partner. When was the last time you had that?”

He continued to stare for a long minute. “What do you propose?”

He was intrigued. SHE could use that.

“I can eliminate your drug from my system, you know that don’t you?”

His silence proved her point. Sasori was many things, but she didn’t see him as a rapist. That was too human and unrefined for someone like him she supposed.

“I shall make a bet with you” she said then, slowly forcing her arms to move along her body. The effort was costing her but she dared not let him see it.

“Go on”.

“An exchange of sorts” she offered.

“What do you have that I want?” he asked.

She slowly forced herself to sit up, her head spun and she forced back waves of sickness. When the room steadied, she felt so much better. “Obviously you want this body. You’re serum gives you a shot at one time release right? What if you could have more?”

He blinked slowly. Clever little witch.

“And what do you want?”

“Information” she said easily, “When will they come for the nine tails and what do you know about Sasuke?”

Sasori considered her for a moment. She was a fool; he had very little information about either subject. But she didn’t know that. “So in exchange for this information…” he said slowly as though weighing his options, “I can fuck you?”

She nodded.

“As many times and however I want.” He stipulated.

“Until sunrise” she clarified. It was barely sunset now or had been when he’d attacked.

Sasori stepped closer to her, extending his hand to her. “We have… an agreement.”

Sakura couldn’t help but feel she’d just made a deal with the devil. But she’d been taught early in her training that when something like this came up it was always better to have some power rather than none at all.

Against him, she’d take what she could get.

He dropped his cloak and pressed his body against her, dragging her upright in his arms. Hips falling against hers and making her bottom press into the table edge. Her head spun for a moment as the serum lingered in her body.

Sasori’s mouth was crushed to hers again, his hands moving over her body, pulling at her clothing and she helped him remove them, her own hands reaching for him. She slowly removed his clothing, running hands over his hard muscles.

“Is this your real body?” she asked.

He chuckled against her hair, “No. Just using it for the moment.”

She nodded, not wanting to meet his gaze. His hand cupped her chin and drew her eyes to him. When he spoke his tone was deadly serious, "Do not try to interrogate me” he cautioned, “I have promised you two bits of information. Nothing more.”

The lump that had formed in her throat refused to budge when she swallowed. The world seemed too narrow to two pools of wine colored fire that she was not able to look away from. She nodded again.

He took her hand and pressed it to the hard, jutting length of his borrowed body. Locking his eyes with hers, he forced her fingers to grasp him and then slowly, hand over her own, he stroked himself with her hand.

Sakura bit her lip, and squeezed him a little tighter, making Sasori groan.

“Don’t stop” he ordered her, even as he lifted her to sit on the tabletop. His dark nailed hands fell to her thighs and then pressed them wide open so he could stand between them. He ghosted his fingertips over the pale flesh there.

His mouth turned up at the corners, when he dragged those digits through her wetness. “I think you are not as opposed to this encounter as you would have me believe.”

Slowly, he increased the passion and pressure of the wet caress. He slid one finger inside of her and Sakura shivered. He pulled his hand back and keeping eye contact, he lapped at his finger. “No” he murmured, “Not opposed at all.”

He placed that finger at her lips, gentle pressure and she opened. Allowing him to slip the damp finger into her mouth. Sakura swirled her tongue against the elegant finger and Sasori’s eyes darkened and he latched onto her mouth, slowly pulling his finger from between their tongues.

Sasori angled his head, cupped the back of hers and pressed deeper. Sakura had never felt such a ferocious kiss; it was primal, carnal, and very, very skilled. His tongue mapped the interior of her mouth with a slow burning efficiency as though he could strip her every secret with that wet muscle.

Perhaps he could.



Sakura let herself go lax against him, her own tongue brushed his and he growled. His fingers sliding over her bare flesh, blunt nails raking over her breasts, leaving red lines and catching at hardened nipples. Not a gentle caress, no.

But it set her body aflame. Reminded her that this was not a lover. He was dangerous, deadly, and darkly intoxicating. He tightened his hold on her and his kiss drowned her.

She moaned slightly at his aggression, finding that despite the danger of her situation, she was liking it very much. Her sounds washed over him, soft though they were, they singed like fire. He wanted more of them, and he’d get them soon, he hated to be kept waiting. Running his hands down her hips to catch her knees, he pulled her beneath him with a single powerful tug.



Sakura panted for air as he settled his partial weight on her body. He was hot heaviness between her thighs. Death coiled under velvet skin. He kissed his way across her jaw and down her throat. Wet, tongue swirling open mouthed kisses. Her taste was warm and sweet, and fresh, like green leaves and clean water.

Sasori bit down on her throat, teeth nearly breaking skin and she pressed upwards into his arms. Her hands clutching at him. He lapped the hurt with his tongue.



She cried out softly as his lips returned to hers, as his questing hand moved over her exposed breasts. Skillful fingers found the peak, teasing it to a tight bud of sensation. "Ahhh... Sasori!" she moaned as he pressed a kiss to her ear, nipping at the lobe. Her heart pounding against his chest and he pinched harder, pulling her nipples and when he had stretched her flesh just a bit he shook them, making the heavy tissue bounce and pull tight again.

She cried out at the painfully pleasurable abuse.



"Shhh," he soothed, "It’s not a crime to enjoy such things.” He lowered his head to press his face into the gentle swell of her breasts, inhaling that fragrant valley. Taking in the red marks he had mapped across the snowy flesh. He grabbed both breasts in his hands and pressed them together, dragging his tongue over the deep cleft.



Sakura’s small hands tangled in his hair, tugging crimson locks. She cried out again when the heat of his mouth sucked hard on her tender peaks. Cool air licked like iced flames across her heated skin.

Sasori lifted his hand and Sakura heard the clatter of a puppet moving and tensed against him, “You said I could fuck you any way I want” he reminded her. And he stepped back as the puppet wrapped its smooth arms around her, it drew her arms up and over her hear. Holding them there with its tail.

Sasori caused the puppet to press its fingers against her, smoothly polished materials rubbing against the heated, leaking core of her.

Then the puppet flipped her and Sakura found herself on her hands and knees on the table, facing Sasori and his puppet was shifting behind her. One hand clattered to the tabletop, leaving a smooth, rounded stump.

He wasn’t going to…

The stump pressed against her core and Sakura whimpered as she was penetrated by it. It didn’t hurt, far too smooth for that. But it was a little larger than she was accustomed to. The puppet fucked her with its arm as Sasori watched.

“How does it feel?” he asked her, moving closer, stroking his length, “To be fucked by a mindless shell of a cast off body?”

Sakura moaned as the puppet teased her pearl under Sasori’s control. She felt the hard heat of him against her cheek and opened her eyes.

His crotch was level with her face, “Suck me Sakura. Open that pretty mouth wider and take me in.”

And she did. Unable to help herself. And as she sucked him, the puppet pounded in to her sex, wetness trickling down her thighs and she moaned and hummed along the length that slid like velvety steel in and out of her pursed lips.

“That’s good. Very good” he praised, “And when I am done, you will beg for it again and again." His eyes were much darker now, his body a toned line of confidence. Sakura did not doubt his words in the least and she cried out as the puppet moved against her at inhuman speeds. She braced herself against Sasori’s thighs and moaned as he fucked her mouth. His tip barely hitting the back of her throat as though avoiding her gag reflex.

His hands fell to her breasts, slapping and pinching them. Rolling the peak in his fingers. He took his time, giving equal love to both breasts. She was his now, his to enjoy, and his to take.

He motioned the puppet away and caught her against him, pulling her to straddle him as he lay back on the table. Her wet heat grinding against him and he shoved himself inside of her. Listening to her breath catch in her throat as he lodged himself so deep be bumped against her cervix.

She whimpered and he knew it was not comfortable. He lifted her and slammed her down again. Making her shudder and cry out, tears rising in her eyes.

A hand at the back of her neck brought her flush against his chest and he pistoned his hips upwards against hers. No longer bludgeoning her tender insides as he had before. He liked her tears though and licked them from her cheeks even as she pulled at him and bounced on his cock.

Sakura felt his hand slip across her stomach and then lower and stiffened as he pressed hard against her pearl. The world caught fire then and she knew that the fire of the red sands would devour her. Knew, but didn't care. Her head pressed hard against the slope of his shoulder.

He thumbed the tiny ball of nerves sending her into a writhing frenzy. She clung to him, her grip firm and strong as her head turned to his, her lips and teeth finding his ear. She bit him hard, hearing him roar her name and then she was flipped.



Back to the tabletop, Sasori loomed over her like an avenging pagan god. There was only one thing that would ease him. He slammed himself into her. His hands keeping a firm grip on her lest his powerful thrusts force her off the table.



He worked her faster, listening to her keening cries as he pumped against her, teasing the nub with the pad of this thumb. She was close so very close, and somehow he wanted that. Wanted to feel this powerful women come hard on his length.



It was killing her. She'd never experienced anything like this before. Other touches seemed too soft now, lacking the rough, raw urgency of his touch. She clung to him, cried his name, begged for something she couldn't define. Her body trembled and her stomach tightened to a nearly painful state. He was hurting her, he was teasing her, and he was burning her with this dark nameless pleasure.



And then it was over. One nip of his teeth to her throat and she spiraled out of control. She shouted in surprise as the flames rose up and engulfed her. Her body seemed to explode into a thousand points of light and wave after wave of sensation washed over her.

She opened her eyes to him even as his tip nudged against her rear entrance. Keeping eye contact, he slowly pushed up inside of her virgin passage. No preparation, only the teasing slowness of his entry. And when she hissed in pain, he stilled.

When she wiggled he moved again and so Sasori breached the only virginity she had left. Marking her physically and mentally forever. Her body stretching painfully, opening to take him in. The feeling was like a slow burn and then he paused.

Sakura felt pressure and slight pain. Not much else at the moment, the sharp stinging burn of earlier was fading and she was able to draw shuddering breaths now.

Was he waiting for her? No, couldn’t be. Why would he care if he hurt her or not, he seemed to enjoy inflicting pain. But then he began to move and thoughts were ripped from her head as he slammed that last two inches hard into her quivering ass.

The advance and retreat of his body within hers stealing her breath away. Lubricated only by the wetness of her own body. Every so often he rolled his hips at an angle and the fire in her body would flare again. All the while whispering erotically encouraging things to her.

“Ah yes Sakura. I knew in this way I would be your first. Does it hurt, doesn’t it hurt nicely?”



Slowly he built her back up and when he felt his own climax nearing, he dropped his hand to her weeping sex. That magical thumb of his sent her spiraling over the brink and she screamed his name when she shattered among the stars. Light burst behind her eyelids and she arched hard against him. He slammed himself into her, spilling his seed, deep within her. Her anal muscles clamping on him and he knew he’d not be leaving that grip right away.

He held her tightly to him for a long while afterwards; content to stay within her as he was. Sakura slowly came back to herself, cheek pressed tightly to his corded neck. Tears standing in her eyes. Not from pain, though there was some remaining. But for the relief that her body felt. Tension gone. Boneless in his arms.

Her heart slamming inside of her ribcage, her throat sore from her cries. He was still locked with her body. His cock buried deep in her ass and she had felt the spurting hot release from him. She had moaned for him, screamed for him, begged for him.

Sasori reveled in his complete conquering of the smaller woman beneath him. Her form still trembled against him, in pleasure and pain. He felt the wetness of tears at his neck and turned his face to lick the salty wetness from her cheeks.

When he neared her lips, Sakura closed the distance, opening for him, seeking his tongue and he purred against her soft, swollen mouth.

Her actions were slowly and tired, but he wouldn’t let her rest yet.

“Oh don’t get sleepy on me Sakura” he cautioned, “I will come in every entrance you have before sunrise and there are so many more games I want to play with you and my puppets.”

“Our agreement” she conceded softly, as he slowly slipped from her. He took in the stretched, red hole and his fluids sliding from her.

“I am a man of my word Sakura. You shall have your information. Come, I want you clean”

And she winced when she rose, feeling that ache in backside that insured she would never forget this agreement. Not ever.

“Sasori” she called as she slowly followed him to a pool of clear water, “You said two collections.”

He gave her a smirk over his shoulder as he motioned her into the water, “Yes. One for puppets” he allowed, “One for partners”

“Partners?”

“To fuck whenever I want. Which would you rather be?”