Breaking the Seal
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Naruto › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
8
Views:
2,769
Reviews:
14
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Needs
Breaking the Seal
Needs
By Pat Squared
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17 Years after the Demon Fox's Attack
I woke up in the middle of the night due to the need to pass water and relieve Naruto so that he could get some sleep before we started our mission in the morning.
I slid out of my warm blanket and futon mattress and into a short, thin cotton robe. Moving the flap of canvas that served as our door I stepped outside instinctively sliding my feet into the geta sandals I left just so on the stone step. I did not see Naruto at first. However, I was not suppose to see him out in the open since all ninjas hide when on guard duty to avoid having their throat sliced by other ninjas. However, I felt his familiar presence nearby.
I walked around our hut looking for any signs of his presence.
Naruto and his army of shadow clones had already seemingly found every empty bucket in the village, filled them up with water, and brought them here. The promise of ramen could get Naruto to do just about anything. Furthermore, there were large piles of wood each assembled under an improvised shelters so the firewood would not get wet. However, what surprised me most was a wooden tub with a metal bottom large enough for two to take a bath at the same time.
It was lovingly carved and the planks fitted perfectly together. You can't just go out and buy one. Tubs such as this one are handmade to order and very expensive. It is the tub that we now use today when we bath, my child. He had or rather he had his clones carve and fit together that bath tub for the two of us.
Naruto, your father, had more than earned a lifetime supply of ramen with that bath tub.
He had thoughtfully arranged the wood piles so that no one could peak in when I would take a bath. I found the place he prepared where we can pass our waste. Having attended to the needs of my bowels and bladder, I slid out my robes and cleaned myself. I did not bother to put my robe over my wet body. It was in the middle of the night and so I simply poured water into the pot to start boiling water for both the ramen I promised Naruto and to enjoy a warm bath.
An hour later, I had enjoyed the bath and dried myself off. I had everything prepared so that it would not take long for me to make ramen in the morning. It was time to let Naruto rest.
I looked up in the trees for Naruto. He was not in the first row of trees but rather a row back as Kakashi-sensei taught us. However, his eyes were closed. His pants were hanging on the limb next to him. Having been on the road with him for several years, I had seen him naked several times before, but this time something was different.
All kunoichi were pulled aside during their final year at teh academy and taught by one of the older matrons at the academy about the weaknesses of men and how to use our charms as a weapon.
Men were cursed with urge to sate their baser needs and that it was a weakness some kunoichi used to gather information or recruit an agent. I knew that Kakashi-sensei, Naruto, and Susuke all would slip away from camp time to time to sate their own needs. I on the other hand only heard of women having similar needs, yet I never had experience them.
Naruto was grabbing the scepter that grew between his legs and was choking it. I knew that men were sensitive down there and was afraid that he was hurting himself. He was moaning in agony. I found myself climbing the tree so as to get a better look. Not at his manhood, for being in the field, privacy was something that we learned to live without and modesty was something saved for outsiders. But why he insisted on hurting himself so.
Sakura.
He was moaning my name as he attacked his rod - grabing it and tugging away like one would tug a pull rope. I had never seen a man relieve his own needs before. I quietly sat next to him and watch in fasination.
He grunted my name as his seed flew out his baby-maker. His eyes open and his face grew red in shame.
“Sakura. Please...don’t hate me.”
He cringed expecting me to thump him. However, I merely shook my head. There was something powerful in the moment. Off all the girls in the village one could drool over, it was me that he thought of, it was me that he desired.
“Tell me what it’s like when you do it?”, I asked.
His eyes opened even wider. He sputtered and turned even redder in the face.
“Being totally honest with you. I, no all the kunoichi, were taught by the older ladies that males were cursed with strong needs. That sometimes you men pleasure yourselves to control them. That sometimes it can bring you greater pleasure then laying with a other.”
“I’m sorry...I can’t explain to you how it feels for a man. I can show you how it feels for a woman. I learned something once by accident when my Sexy Jitsu went wrong and I was stuck as a girl for a night. I had to take a bath and clean myself down by the folds between the legs. There was a nub. I scrubbed it with a washcloth and found myself a prisoner of some urge to keep touching myself until I was shaking. It was different, but just as powerful.”
The braggart was gone, replaced by someone that was scared to ruin the friendship that we had.
I knew that I should not, but I slipped out of my robe and had him point to me where. He did careful not to touch me down there. I reached down and slowly started moving my fingertips. He touched my hand and guided me in the motions.
“Think of something that excites you.”
I remembered what I just witnessed.
My hand found my weakness. My mind was trapped in the moment. I knew no shame, just pleasure as I began stroking myself.
Somehow the image of your father pleasuring himself and moaning my name stayed in my head. Soon I found myself losing control of my body. My hand moved as if it had a mind of its own. My hand and my secret spot were talking to each other and my mind was a prisoner of the new sensations I felt.
My little button caused my body to quiver. It is something I won’t even try to explain. It was like the gods were filling my body with pleasure and I was beginning to overflow with the gods' gift.
Soon my fingers were moving faster and faster as a pressure built up within me. The sensation was like a damn inside of me was holding back the rushing flood waters. However, soon my dam broke. The tsunami ran over my body causing it to shake violently. It ran over my mind taking control of my voice.
Naruto.
I was repeating his name over and over as the wave slammed through my body with the images of his seed racing out of his spitting snake slamming through my mind. I was happy and yet crying. My body was struck with pleasure. It was sensitive. It hurt in a good kind of way. If Naruto did not grab me when I lost control of my body, I would have fallen out of the tree limb to my death on the earth below.
I now understood why men had their needs. What the matron did not tell me was the fact that women had needs too.
However in experiencing my needs, I now could not ignore them. I knew that I was cursed and would soon go out among the trees to sate the needs that Naruto awoken inside of me among the needles of the evergreen trees.
Naruto went back to the hut to try to get some sleep after that adventure. As I watched him walk away, I wondered what he would think of me in the morning. Would he be disgusted with the wanton hussy inside of me?
However, my mind was distracted by the thoughts. In my youth, if I had to imagine a lover, it would have been Kakashi-sensei. Now, I closed my eyes and the only image I saw was the blue eyes of my fellow team seven companion. I reached down and touched my secret spot again. Remembering how close I came to falling out of the tree limbs, I climbed down.
I confess that I did not guard our hut that night.
Even though I was still a virgin at the end of that night, I had experience my first sexual moment and a part of me instinctively knew that things would never be the same between Naruto and I.
I spent most of my watch with my eyes closed discovering the needs of my own body and wondering if I would ever be normal again or would I be cursed to pleasure myself nightly for the rest of my life. I who was once free surrendered herself and willingly became a slave to my passions.
Needs
By Pat Squared
________________________________________
17 Years after the Demon Fox's Attack
I woke up in the middle of the night due to the need to pass water and relieve Naruto so that he could get some sleep before we started our mission in the morning.
I slid out of my warm blanket and futon mattress and into a short, thin cotton robe. Moving the flap of canvas that served as our door I stepped outside instinctively sliding my feet into the geta sandals I left just so on the stone step. I did not see Naruto at first. However, I was not suppose to see him out in the open since all ninjas hide when on guard duty to avoid having their throat sliced by other ninjas. However, I felt his familiar presence nearby.
I walked around our hut looking for any signs of his presence.
Naruto and his army of shadow clones had already seemingly found every empty bucket in the village, filled them up with water, and brought them here. The promise of ramen could get Naruto to do just about anything. Furthermore, there were large piles of wood each assembled under an improvised shelters so the firewood would not get wet. However, what surprised me most was a wooden tub with a metal bottom large enough for two to take a bath at the same time.
It was lovingly carved and the planks fitted perfectly together. You can't just go out and buy one. Tubs such as this one are handmade to order and very expensive. It is the tub that we now use today when we bath, my child. He had or rather he had his clones carve and fit together that bath tub for the two of us.
Naruto, your father, had more than earned a lifetime supply of ramen with that bath tub.
He had thoughtfully arranged the wood piles so that no one could peak in when I would take a bath. I found the place he prepared where we can pass our waste. Having attended to the needs of my bowels and bladder, I slid out my robes and cleaned myself. I did not bother to put my robe over my wet body. It was in the middle of the night and so I simply poured water into the pot to start boiling water for both the ramen I promised Naruto and to enjoy a warm bath.
An hour later, I had enjoyed the bath and dried myself off. I had everything prepared so that it would not take long for me to make ramen in the morning. It was time to let Naruto rest.
I looked up in the trees for Naruto. He was not in the first row of trees but rather a row back as Kakashi-sensei taught us. However, his eyes were closed. His pants were hanging on the limb next to him. Having been on the road with him for several years, I had seen him naked several times before, but this time something was different.
All kunoichi were pulled aside during their final year at teh academy and taught by one of the older matrons at the academy about the weaknesses of men and how to use our charms as a weapon.
Men were cursed with urge to sate their baser needs and that it was a weakness some kunoichi used to gather information or recruit an agent. I knew that Kakashi-sensei, Naruto, and Susuke all would slip away from camp time to time to sate their own needs. I on the other hand only heard of women having similar needs, yet I never had experience them.
Naruto was grabbing the scepter that grew between his legs and was choking it. I knew that men were sensitive down there and was afraid that he was hurting himself. He was moaning in agony. I found myself climbing the tree so as to get a better look. Not at his manhood, for being in the field, privacy was something that we learned to live without and modesty was something saved for outsiders. But why he insisted on hurting himself so.
Sakura.
He was moaning my name as he attacked his rod - grabing it and tugging away like one would tug a pull rope. I had never seen a man relieve his own needs before. I quietly sat next to him and watch in fasination.
He grunted my name as his seed flew out his baby-maker. His eyes open and his face grew red in shame.
“Sakura. Please...don’t hate me.”
He cringed expecting me to thump him. However, I merely shook my head. There was something powerful in the moment. Off all the girls in the village one could drool over, it was me that he thought of, it was me that he desired.
“Tell me what it’s like when you do it?”, I asked.
His eyes opened even wider. He sputtered and turned even redder in the face.
“Being totally honest with you. I, no all the kunoichi, were taught by the older ladies that males were cursed with strong needs. That sometimes you men pleasure yourselves to control them. That sometimes it can bring you greater pleasure then laying with a other.”
“I’m sorry...I can’t explain to you how it feels for a man. I can show you how it feels for a woman. I learned something once by accident when my Sexy Jitsu went wrong and I was stuck as a girl for a night. I had to take a bath and clean myself down by the folds between the legs. There was a nub. I scrubbed it with a washcloth and found myself a prisoner of some urge to keep touching myself until I was shaking. It was different, but just as powerful.”
The braggart was gone, replaced by someone that was scared to ruin the friendship that we had.
I knew that I should not, but I slipped out of my robe and had him point to me where. He did careful not to touch me down there. I reached down and slowly started moving my fingertips. He touched my hand and guided me in the motions.
“Think of something that excites you.”
I remembered what I just witnessed.
My hand found my weakness. My mind was trapped in the moment. I knew no shame, just pleasure as I began stroking myself.
Somehow the image of your father pleasuring himself and moaning my name stayed in my head. Soon I found myself losing control of my body. My hand moved as if it had a mind of its own. My hand and my secret spot were talking to each other and my mind was a prisoner of the new sensations I felt.
My little button caused my body to quiver. It is something I won’t even try to explain. It was like the gods were filling my body with pleasure and I was beginning to overflow with the gods' gift.
Soon my fingers were moving faster and faster as a pressure built up within me. The sensation was like a damn inside of me was holding back the rushing flood waters. However, soon my dam broke. The tsunami ran over my body causing it to shake violently. It ran over my mind taking control of my voice.
Naruto.
I was repeating his name over and over as the wave slammed through my body with the images of his seed racing out of his spitting snake slamming through my mind. I was happy and yet crying. My body was struck with pleasure. It was sensitive. It hurt in a good kind of way. If Naruto did not grab me when I lost control of my body, I would have fallen out of the tree limb to my death on the earth below.
I now understood why men had their needs. What the matron did not tell me was the fact that women had needs too.
However in experiencing my needs, I now could not ignore them. I knew that I was cursed and would soon go out among the trees to sate the needs that Naruto awoken inside of me among the needles of the evergreen trees.
Naruto went back to the hut to try to get some sleep after that adventure. As I watched him walk away, I wondered what he would think of me in the morning. Would he be disgusted with the wanton hussy inside of me?
However, my mind was distracted by the thoughts. In my youth, if I had to imagine a lover, it would have been Kakashi-sensei. Now, I closed my eyes and the only image I saw was the blue eyes of my fellow team seven companion. I reached down and touched my secret spot again. Remembering how close I came to falling out of the tree limbs, I climbed down.
I confess that I did not guard our hut that night.
Even though I was still a virgin at the end of that night, I had experience my first sexual moment and a part of me instinctively knew that things would never be the same between Naruto and I.
I spent most of my watch with my eyes closed discovering the needs of my own body and wondering if I would ever be normal again or would I be cursed to pleasure myself nightly for the rest of my life. I who was once free surrendered herself and willingly became a slave to my passions.