Striptease no jutsu

Kiba busted thru his dressing room door, panting like an animal and his blood red robe starting to open. His eyes darted from corner to corner looking for his prey. He hoped that she had beat him there and was waiting for him. His face dropped when there was no trace of her.

He had spent quite a bit of time searching for Suni hopelessly. He need to see her again. To smell her sweet, intoxicating aroma once more brought nothing but racy thoughts of lustful acts to plague Kiba’s beast-like mind.

Before he could turn around and leave to continue his search, he felt a presence approaching him from behind. He sniffs the air with enthusiasm, and was finally relieved from his withdrawal. Kiba about faced and his eyes instantly locked with those of his target, Suni.

“Looking for me? Dog boy?” Suni teased. She had changed since her performance. Tight, black capris with dark purple stripes squeezed around her legs. A matching mid drift shirt adorns her chest. The contour of her body left on display, Kiba’s eyes ride every curve and crevice of Suni’s being. He could feel his mouth start to water with the thought of simply touching her. He could also feel the his lower half start to open up the lower half of his robe from underneath his performance clothes.

Suddenly he realized how foolish he must look to her and returned to his normal, cool, cocky self. Besides, he couldn’t let her see him sweat.

“What makes you say that, zombie girl?” he asked with some ego to spare. Suni started to walk slowly towards Kiba, almost like she was stalking him. Her hips popped side to side as she moved, and Kiba couldn’t help but stare.

“Let’s just say, a little birdy told me,” she answered thru a smirk. Kiba began to back up, some sleeping nerves began to react to her coming on so strong. He was usually the one to make the move first, so her forwardness really was knocking him for a loop. His breath caught in his throat. He couldn’t believe a girl was making him back up. He couldn’t allow this. This was his game, not hers. Kiba was the top dog here, and he wasn’t about to roll over to a woman.

“Well, sorry sweet cheeks, but I’m not looking for you,” Kiba recovered, not only straightening himself out, but strutting by her, smacking her ass on the way. He tried to keep himself from turning around and mounting her like a deer. He bit his lip for a second to distract himself from the growing pain in his loins, then turned his head to the side and revealed a fanged smile. He closed his eyes and continued his way towards the door.

‘Yea, I got this girl right where I want her; high, dry and wanting more,’ he started to think to himself. Right when he thought he had the upper hand, he got dealt a new one.

Between Kiba and his escape route stood his timid dance partner. She was dressed his a powder blue robe, one that matched those of the other awaiting performers. Her blue tinted hair was hanging down over her face, which was pointed slightly at the ground. Kiba was caught in a moment of surprise, and fumbled with his words for a moment.

“Hi-Hinata! What are you doing here?” he asked, bewildered that Hinata would even approach his dressing room, being how she had already vocalized, slightly, that she was still apprehensive about performing and had run off on him before the show had even begun. So her coming to him now was highly unexpected to say the least.

“Ki-Ki-Kiba-kun. I n-need to talk to you-,” Hinata cut herself off. She noticed another figure in the room with Kiba. Her pale eyes glinted with confusion. Suni could feel an awkward moment coming along and decided to cut it off at the pass.

“Hi there! The name’s Suni! I was just hanging out with Kiba and-”

“It’s alright, Suni-chan,” Daisuke’s voice kept Suni’s explaination from going any further. “We won’t be long. Go ahead Hinata-hime,” Daisuke coaxed with his words and his lips along the pale, slightly exposed flesh of the Hyuuga princess’s neck. She gasped, and bit her lip. Kiba’s brow furrowed.

“Who the fuck are you, and what are you doing with Hinata?!” Kiba yelled, trying to protect his friend from any more perverse acts. He pulled Hinata towards him forcefully to get her out of reach of the lecherous intruder.

“I’m sorry, how rude of me. I’m Daisuke. And if you allow Hinata a moment, she’ll tell you what I’m doing with her,” the tan shinobi explained with a hint of cockiness. Kiba looked down at Hinata, who eyes were still affixed to the woman along the back wall perched on the back end of a chair.

“Hinata, was is this guy talking about?” Kiba questioned. Hinata’s attention snapped back to her childhood friend. She quivered with the thought of Kiba’s reaction to what she was about to say.

‘I can’t. I couldn’t…..he may never talk to me again,’ Hinata’s thoughts began to race. ‘He’s going to feel so betrayed. But,’ Hinata looked over at Daisuke. She could feel her body heat up inexplicably. The actions that had taken place between her and the visitor from the Rock Village made her feel ways in places she had never felt before.

**flashback**
“Hello Hinata-hime,” Hinata could hear his voice in her head again as it had before when she was curled up in a chair in her dressing room. “What’s wrong?”

When she looked around for the face to match the voice, she saw him. Her first reaction was, of course, fear and surprise. But as he convinced her that he was no threat, she had relaxed and even let her guard down.

Once she was relaxed enough, Daisuke took it as an opportunity to reveal his true meaning of visiting her. As he presented his ultimatum, she began to resist, and refuse. But once Daisuke started to use his hands, lips and tongue to eagerly tend to her, she couldn’t help but agree to his deal.

Hinata shivered as she was reminded of how wet she was, down there, from Daisuke’s handy work. His deal sealing sentence replayed in her head. “Do you want to want to feel more? Do you want to feel pleasure even beyond this?” Hinata had only enough energy and mobility to nod her head slowly and to look at him with one glazed over eye.

“Then you’ll dance with me tonight, and forget any other plans you had to perform with anyone else”.

**end flashback**
Hinata swallowed the large lump that had formed in her throat. Her mouth had become cottony, and completely dry. She did not want to upset Kiba, but she had been denied pleasure her whole life, and she was not going to let it escape from her this time.

“I-I’m going to perform with Daisuke-san!” Hinata finally said. Well, more like yelled. The sentence had built up so much, that she could do nothing less than scream it. Kiba, Suni and even Daisuke blinked in confusion and shock. Particularly Kiba.

“WHAT?! What do you mean?! You’re dropping from our act? For THAT?!” Kiba shouted, pointing at the man standing in his doorway. Hinata made her way back to the ninja Kiba was convicting, making Kiba’s jaw drop. He couldn’t believe what was happening.

‘Of all the ways and times for Hinata to finally become brave and think for herself, it had to be now.’

Hinata turned toward her former partner. “I’m sorry, Kiba-kun. It’s something I must do. I, I can’t deny myself happiness and pleasure anymore”. She faced Daisuke as one of his strong arms wrapped around her shoulder. He flashed a feral smile at his defeated opponent for the company of the fair Hyuuga woman.

“Sorry there, Kiba ‘ol pal. Guess you can’t win ‘em all. Don’t worry though, I’ll take good care of Hinata-hime for you. Really, good, care”. Kiba snarled at the innuendo. “And I’m sorry about your duo act becoming a one-man-show. But I’m sure you can find someone to cover for your dear Hinata. I can bet you won’t have to look far either,” Daisuke fixed his sights on Suni, and winked.

“Why you!!!” Kiba pounced towards the assailant, but ended up charging thru a puff of smoke and landing face first on the floor in the doorway. He gathered himself as quickly as he could, but it was far too late. They were gone.

“Damnit!” Kiba growled, punching the hardwood under him. Meanwhile, Suni smirked at Kiba’s loyalty to his friend. She could feel that if Daisuke had not convinced Hinata to perform with him and not Kiba, she would’ve had to wait much longer to get the canine all to herself. And even then, it wouldn’t have been a sure thing. But now she had her chance.

As Kiba rose to his feet and dusted himself angrily, Suni reminded Kiba she was still there, and he should pay attention.

“I know your ego’s probably hurtin’ right now, but you should take a seat,” she said, patting the chair she had been leaning against during the Daisuke episode. Kiba huffed. Suni sighed. She could see this was going to take some convincing on her part as well.

Kiba wasn’t sure how, but Suni seemed to go from the opposite side of the room to his side without exerting much effort, or taking more than a second. Surprised, he once again stumbled vocally.

“H-how did you?”

“Ninja,” was Suni’s simply answer. She had appeared next to Kiba in a flash so as to get close to him without giving him a moment’s notice or an escape route. She pulled him out of the doorway and into the room.

Kiba allowed himself to be walked over to the chair. Suni’s essence had replaced Daisuke’s stench, and it was taking him over again. His body once again began to tense up from all the lustful blood rushing thru his veins to every muscle in him. He sat down on the wooden chair and was greeted by Suni’s face.

He hadn’t noticed that her zombie make up was gone before. She was more stunning than he had realized. Her face was prettier than any of the other girl’s he had seen, but it also had a toughness to it that he admired greatly. He had never seen a woman that looked like she could actually kick his ass. And he liked it.

The rest of her body was even more impressive than he had noticed earlier. From his angle, Kiba could get a good view at Suni’s cleavage. He could only get glimpses of it when she turned during the show, but now it was there, on show again, but only for him. He could barely wait to smother her ample breasts with kisses, licks and bites. Every inch of her body was tone. Barely an ounce of fat was detectable. However Kiba had felt some fat on her before.

‘Her ass is so juicy! I can’t wait to be pushin’ thru that cushion,’ Kiba thought to himself gleefully. Before he could immerse himself in a daydream of an adulterous doggy style with Suni, he was woken up by the feel of lips pushing against his.

He was stunned to find himself in a hot lip lock with his sexy Suni. Their mouths melded together in a heat war of teeth and tongues. Kiba, wide awake and aware of his surroundings and his future, slid his tongue along Suni’s soft lips, only to find it pinned playfully between her teeth a few seconds later. Kiba growled in approval and he pulled her hips towards him and sat her on his lap. Suni happily took her seat and showed her anxiousness by riding the canine user thru his robe and contest clothes. A low moan vibrated in his throat in response to her suggestive gesture.

Suni knew exactly how to please Kiba’s type. He was animalistic, rough, and normally dominant in any sexual situation. She would meet his beast-like demeanor and raise him a dominant partner. She was usual the one in control, and she wanted to shake his sense of reality with her outgoing behavior and willingness to experiment. But she had to take it easy. She couldn’t claim her prize just yet. She had to reel him in. Get him to take her on stage with him, so he could toy with her meal a little more before she devoured it.

Suni slid her hands between the folds of Kiba’s robe and separated them. She was slightly taken aback when all she felt was smooth skin underneath. She allowed her hands to caress his chest. It was a guilty pleasure she had. Nothing could beat a built man with smooth skin, and Kiba was definitely no exception. She had the urge to take a look at him. She wanted to see how he had changed. Men always changed when she got a hold of them. And they usually looked the same. But something told her to look anyway.

The sight made Suni’s mouth water. The brown locks of Kiba’s hair had become tussled during their steamy moment. The robe had loosened it’s grip on his body and had slid down his muscular shoulders, revealing his toned chest, rising and falling with every breath he took. Well-exercised abs peeked out from behind the red cotton fabric. She could feel him getting more and more excited underneath her. His manhood was becoming more rowdy and was begging her to set it free from it’s confinement in Kiba’s clothing. Suni was finally the one to bite her lip. She was able to bear it until she looked up at Kiba’s face.

His expression had become twisted, almost psychotic. It was as if he had gone crazy with sexuality. He lips were drawn back into a sadistic smile, his fangs glistened in the light from a lamp on a nearby table. His eyes continued to watch her, never wavering, never blinking. It was like he had gone mad. Suni had never seen a man so entangled in his own lust before. And it made her weak in the knees to see such a man.

She was about to go in for the kill when she snapped of out her weakened condition. ‘No! Not yet! I must wait until after the performance! I must make him feel….what I feel right now’. Controlling herself to the best of her ability, Suni leaned over and slowly let the tip of her tongue caress Kiba’s bottom lip. She stared into his eyes, meeting his sexual glare with her own. She decided that it was the perfect time to lay down the law.

“Kiba-kun,” she moaned, “if you want to see more, feel more, you’ll do me a favor”.

“Oh yea? What’s that?” he snarled. He tightened a fist around the end of the arm of the chair.

“Being how you seem to be devoid a dance partner, I figured that you could use my help. Let me be your partner. I promise, I’ll help you win, in more ways than one”. She teased him again with a nibble to the nape of his neck. Kiba hissed. “So? What’ll it be?”

Kiba’s eyes intensified. “And what if I say no?”

A confident chuckled arose from Suni’s throat. “You won’t be saying no,” she answered as an idle hand made it’s way from Kiba’s knee up to between his legs, teasing him mercilessly thru the barrier of cloth. With jaw clenched, Kiba nodded in agreement. With the deal sealed, Suni saw the perfect time to make her exit. She smiled, then disappeared once again. Kiba wafted the smoke away from his eyes and straightened up in his seat. He found Suni again by the door, looking back at him. Her shapely figure looking even more irresistible from behind. He leaned forward towards her, his gaze fixed upon her

The sexual tension had made the air incredibly thick. He could barely breath. You could practically cut it with a knife. And if she was thinking of ending their ‘meeting’, well, he couldn’t let that happen. He couldn’t be foiled by another puff of smoke.

Suni attempted to open the door, but a few short moments and a flurry of hands later, she found herself pinned up against he escape route. Both her hands were entrapped in one of Kiba’s. She was surprised by his speed. He seemed a bit to much of a power fighter to be that fast. She couldn’t help but be turned on by the challenge that he presented her with.

“And where do you think you’re going?” Kiba growled in her ear. His warm breath on her neck made Suni shiver. Never had she been kept from a grand exit before. She was almost too stunned to think of a snappy comeback.

“Why? Gonna miss me?” Suni chided. But her playful demeanor turned into one of horror when she spotted the kunai in Kiba’s free hand. “Wh-what?!” Before she could take in another breath or say another word, Kiba plunged the kunai forth.

Into the door.

He had pierced the doorknob, jamming it instantly. Suni looked at it in astonishment. It was irreparable. There was no denying it. Kiba wasn’t going to let her go easily. She’d have to play with him a little longer. She would have her grand escape, whether he liked it or not.

Kiba didn’t say a word. Instead, started to tease Suni’s skin with licks and love bites. She started another clever comment, but Kiba wouldn’t let her speak another word. His free hand clasped around her mouth, his claws brushing against the smooth skin of her cheeks. Suni tried to get out of his grasp, but soon found it alluring and exciting. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she became putty.

Feeling his prey resist less, Kiba loosened his grip on Suni’s hands, letting them fall behind his head and back. He lowered his body so he was level with her chest. He had been wanting to see them bare since her teasing performance on stage. With one quick swipe of his hand, he shredded thru her top, baring her chest. They were absolutely beautiful. Her skin was bronzed nicely, even on her breasts. Her nipples were erect, inviting him to tease them. He flicked his tongue over one of them. Suni reacted by gasping and moaning into his hand.

‘Seems like she’s a loud one. Can’t miss this now, can I?’ he thought playfully. He let his hand slide from her mouth down over her throat and finding it’s resting place on her other exposed breast. As he teased one with his tongue and teeth, he traced circles around the other one with a lazy clawed finger.

The sensations were mind numbing. Suni had never felt pleasure like this before with any of the other men she had seduced whether they be masochistic enemies she needed to assassinate or the trusting ninja in her own village. She couldn’t help herself. She was a party girl. Always in the mood for a good time and a challenge, and until now, her opponents always came up short. And in more ways than one. But Kiba, now he was a force to be reckoned with.

Suni could feel herself starting to fade. Kiba was assaulting her chest with skill and focus like she had never come across before. Her breath was hastening, and her heart was racing. She could feel herself heating up and getting incredibly wet. Just when she thought it couldn’t get any better or further, Kiba proved her wrong yet again.

She felt a tug at her pants, and before she knew it, they were down around her calves. Kiba looked at her amusingly. She was definitely a sight to behold. Her stomach was a perfect washboard. Her legs were exactly how Kiba liked them, tight and toned. He wanted to see more.

“How did you get me down to panties so quickly?!” Suni asked breathlessly in amazement. Kiba glared at the thin piece of fabric she called “panties”. They were barely anything at all. Dark purple lace left very little to the imagination. The only solid fabric was the bit of cloth that kept her entrance hidden.

Kiba looked up at her playfully. “I know how to treat women like you”. Suni froze. “You’re a woman who loves a challenge. So I gotta bring my A game if I want to keep you hot and heavy”. They were a lot alike. They both knew that they had to know how to treat the personality, and they both did it well.

The back of Suni’s head bashed against the door when a tidal wave of pleasure rippled from her loins up her spine. Kiba took a long, leisurely lick at the fabric hiding the sweet, wet folds between her legs. He felt around with his tongue, as if looking for something. Suni clenched her teeth and hissed as she took a hold of Kiba’s hair with one hand and the kunai in the doorknob with the other. He continued his search, waiting for the right response from his partner to tell him he found his target.

Suni’s face blushed a rosy pink, her grip pulled at his brown hair and she let out a moan like none of the others he had heard thus far.

‘Found it,’ Kiba thought to himself victoriously. ‘Let’s see how she likes a little clit work’. He closed his eyes and he concentrated. A few flat tongued licks followed by quick flicks from the tip always did the trick. He could begin to taste her juices flowing from inside her. They were sweet, just as he thought they would. Her fragrance was powerful and exotic. He could tell that she had never been treated with such attention and fervor before. He could help but smile on the inside as he sucked at her clit thru her underwear, making her gasp, tense and shutter.

Without warning, Suni pushed Kiba away. Kiba landed on his backside. He looked up at her, stunned that she would want it all to stop. But when he realized her intentions, another devilish smile formed on his face. Blushing, Suni slowly dropped her barely-there panties. As the fabric started to descend, Kiba watched intently while he peeled away his robe. Kiba left the robe in a heap on the floor once the underwear of his Suni hit the floor.

No, not his Suni, not yet. He’ll make her his Suni. He wasn’t done claiming her yet. She wasn’t his until she was writhing in ecstasy underneath him screaming his name.

‘Until I can really have my way with her, all the way, this will have to do’. Kiba leaned in towards Suni. He couldn’t stop staring at her wet pussy. It was practically dripping with her juices. Kiba couldn’t help but lick his lips before dipping his tongue deep into her depths. Suni unlocked her fingers from the locks of Kiba’s hair and brought a clenched fist up to her mouth so she could bite it to keep from screaming out.

‘Damnit, I’m going to get her to scream out loud. I can tell she wants to. Guess she’s a little proud. I’ll put a stop to that’.

Kiba smiled. He tried to keep himself from grinning, but he couldn’t help it. He could feel Suni’s thighs quivering next to his head. He curled his thick tongue up towards the front, trying to reach her g-spot. Her sweet nectar started to dribble down Kiba’s lips and chin. He raised a hand and started to rub Suni’s clit with his thumb, in slow circles at first, then he would suddenly do it faster and faster.

Suni stopped trying to hide how Kiba was making her feel. Her pride no longer matter. She was going crazy. She couldn’t wait anymore. She needed him. She wanted him.

“K-Kiba-kun,” Suni stuttered under strained breath. Kiba stopped and looked up at the most beautiful thing he’s ever laid his eyes upon. Suni was flushed red, a few beads of sweat dripping from her temples and down her neck. One hand was raised above her hand, some strands of hair wrapped around her fingers and others covering her left eye.

“Yea?” Kiba asked as he took another lick at Suni’s delicious pussy. After gasping, Suni bit her lip, then answered.

“Please, I need you, inside me,” Suni was surprised at her own need. At how awfully timid her voice sounded. She didn’t even feel like herself. Kiba was making her a different person, almost weaker. But at the moment, she didn’t care. She wanted his cock inside her, and she wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Well, if you want that…” Kiba said. He unzipped the black leather pants he was going to wear for his act and unveiled his blood engorged cock. Suni was very impressed with his size, and couldn’t wait to feel how it would be to have it inside her.

With one fell swoop, Kiba had risen to his feet and pressed himself up against Suni. He picked up Suni by her supple ass and lifted her up against the door. Instinctively, Suni wrapped her legs around Kiba’s back. Kiba’s cock was laying against Suni’s entrance, teasing her. Kiba hissed as he felt her juices drip and drench his manhood. It was hot and felt so amazing. He wanted nothing more than to fuck Suni against the door. To just claim her as his and leave his scent all over her, inside and out.

Suni was hissing as well, but not because of Kiba. When Kiba had picked her up, it caused her hand to slide from the kunai handle that she was still grasping onto the blade. It sliced into her hand, and burned her horribly. Blood trickled down the kunai onto the doorknob and onto the floor. Kiba pinned Suni’s body against the door and freed his left hand. He gently brought her hand to his mouth, and licked at the fresh cut. Even her blood tasted sweet.

Suni blushed again. One thing was to never felt so good sexually, but it was completely different to feel almost cared for. It was definitely something new. Her cut was already feeling a lot better, enough for her to forget the pain, and realize that Kiba’s cock was starting to push slightly into her. She gasped and held her breath, waiting to feel Kiba’s length invade her private space, but was confused when Kiba stopped moving.

Their eyes met, Kiba’s filled with genuine concern, and Suni’s seemingly asking ’why?’. Kiba kissed Suni once more and leaned into her ear.

“Hope you’ve had fun thus far, but we’ve got to leave something for the audience. We can’t be using all our sexual tension up now, can we?” Kiba used his teeth to rip a piece of Suni’s tethered shirt off and used it as a bandage for her hand. Suni continued to stare in bewilderment.

‘Why was he being so nice?’ Suni thought to herself. Kiba grinned.

“I’ll see you onstage,” Kiba said, with a lick to Suni’s lips. Then, he disappeared in a puff of smoke. Suni fell to the ground, barely having enough time to catch herself from falling ass first to the ground. She stood into space for a minute, thinking about what had just happened. Then suddenly, she realized what Kiba had just done. She slammed her fist into the door, splintering off some of the wood, breaking a hole into it.

“DAMNIT! HE STOLE MY GRAND EXIT!!!!”

Outside the door, Naruto and Sakura just happened to walk by, making their way back to the curtain after getting some drinks. They stopped and stared at Suni thru the hole she had made. Suni laughed nervously, then crawled away from the opening. Naruto and Sakura blinked in puzzlement, then continued on their way to the stage. They had to hurry, because the next performer was about to be chosen.


A/N I think this chapter makes up for any of the short ones I had in the beginning lol. This took me a long time and I'm really hoping it's up to par. I enjoyed writing it and I hope you all enjoy reading it! And don't be shy to drop a comment on me. I can take it! lol. And please vote as well! Thanks! Next chapter will be up soon as I write it lol.