Trey or A Tale Of Three Clans

Chapter 9

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Pattering rain, it kept up a steady, too loud tapping against the window panes. Hinata could hear it beating insistently against the metal roof, and streaming off the leaves of evergreens standing as dark sentinels outside. A nearby window was slightly cracked and the pungent, piquant smell of wet fertile earth wafted through the cooled near evening air. It had gotten dark so quickly and unexpectedly. She suddenly felt a strong need to close the window.

¡§Eeep!¡¨

A large, firm hand had shot under her kimono, rustling the expensive silk and pressing itself against her bared upper thigh to hold her back as she tried to slip quietly out of the bed. A moment of silence, ¡K then a soft growl as he broke things off.

¡§Just where are you going miss?¡¨

Hinata looked over her shoulder. Kiba had stopped what he was doing. He was indignant. In the near twilight she could see his brown eyes flashing.

¡§I th-thought¡K d-d-don¡¦t you w-want p-privacy?¡¨

Another silence, she breathed softly.

Then, ¡§Shino needs you. I need you. Don¡¦t go anywhere princess.¡¨ Kiba ordered as he held her eyes.

His voice verging on menacing, Hinata instantly stilled although she had one foot on the floor. The alpha in Kiba-kun was really out and about this early evening. She glanced at Shino. He was lying on his back, left arm thrown casually behind his head, cradled by a big fluffy pillow. She smiled a little. Shino-koi loved his pillows, especially hers. His eyes were closed, his mahogany hair was messy. His face was glowing, relaxed and peaceful but he was licking his chafed lips. Kiba had been kissing him silly for at least five minutes straight. Her eyes were drawn downward to the newly made bite mark on Shino¡¦s left shoulder. It was identical to the one hidden, still aching badly, under her kimono on her left shoulder. The only difference being it sat not at the juncture of his neck and shoulder but in the middle of his shoulder. Shino had wisely insisted on a more discrete placement than hers.

¡§Ummmm,¡¨ she answered uncertainly. Strangely enough she didn¡¦t think she had ever quite witnessed this level of intimacy between her two guys before. It didn¡¦t make her uncomfortable. It was just when either one of them got this way with her, the other backed off to give them space.

Without opening his eyes, Shino extended his free hand and reached out for her. Touching her kimono sleeve at its elbow, he let his fingers slowly glide down the rich silk to grasp her hand. He then tugged, moving her completely back onto the bed to lie beside him on her back. Finally, he laced his large fingers tightly through hers and sighed softly in satisfaction. That one undertone of sound undid her. It was a promise that she was his very precious person and that he would never take the love between them lightly. Endless, endless, love - that is what he gave her: her team leader, her husband, her hero, the father of her unborn child, but most of all her friend. He needed her. She laid her head against his shoulder.

Pinning her with another glaring look for good measure, Kiba kept his hand firmly and possessively on her thigh before turning back to look down at Shino. He murmured his tone of voice ultra low.

¡§You are one beautiful man.¡¨

¡§Yeah?¡¨

¡§Hell yeah,¡¨ Kiba answered with a little chuckle. The wonder in bug boy¡¦s voice was so thick you could cut it with a knife and all it did was open his own heart even more.

Shino opened his eyes to look directly into Kiba¡¦s face. Darkening shadows cast by the approaching twilight kept him from seeing Kiba¡¦s eyes. Still he parted his lips in open invitation. It didn¡¦t seem like he could quite get enough of what Kiba was giving him.

Kiba could see everything in Shino¡¦s expressive face and eyes, the happiness, the need, and the love. He trembled uncontrollably. How had he wanted this for so very long and not even known that he wanted it? ¡§You are all mine now;¡¨ he added before bringing his mouth down to Shino¡¦s. He slipped his tongue into the strong, masculine mouth to claim his prize once more. And Shino welcomed his fierce assault. He intended on sucking Shino¡¦s soul right out of him if he could. He was Shino¡¦s alpha. He was Shino¡¦s uke. He was Shino¡¦s teammate. He was Shino¡¦s first, last and only man. And the entire world would soon know it.

As the kiss broke Kiba bared his canines and turned his head to bite again directly over his mark. Breathing erratically, Shino remained absolutely silent. His only action was to tighten his fingers around Hinata¡¦s.

Hinata grimaced at the pain in her crushed hand but refused to make a sound. Sometimes Shino did forget his own strength. Kiba¡¦s hot, heavy hand still rested on her inner thigh, fixing her to the bed. The only sounds in the darkening room were the staccato rain and their breathing. She knew how overwhelmed Shino must be feeling. Hours earlier, whilst Shino slumbered as if he were dead; Kiba had done the same to her as she sat straddled over his lap, impaled, filled by his blunt, big cock. His large, rough hands had encircled her waist as he frantically slid her up and down on himself. Lightning bolts of quivering pleasure sung through her neural pathways, whilst her inner muscles had grasped him tightly refusing to release even an inch of him. Grunting, Kiba had rocked back and forth maniacally in the rocking chair, which had only added to her dizzying pleasure, as noon day light had streamed through the windows of their kikaichu festooned bedroom. The room had filled up with all sorts of sounds: the creaking rocking chair, the whisper soft whir of the dildo vibrating in Kiba¡¦s anus, the cooing of afternoon love birds sitting outside in the trees, Shino¡¦s light snoring, the slick wetness of human male flesh, thrusting upward against the sucking, grasping sounds of gushing human, female flesh, her embarrassing moans of besotted bliss, and finally, Kiba¡¦s happy howling as he officially took her as his mate by sinking his teeth into her shoulder. Their souls had fused leaving them spiritually one. What was happening now seemed quiet, soft and muted compared to what she and Kiba had, yet the bond was equally intimate, and equally as real. Shino and she were both mated to a powerful alpha male and nothing except death would ever part them. Kiba could never let either of them go. They were his, the choice to be his, freely made. Hinata squeezed back on Shino¡¦s hand as hard as she could.

Feeling his boyfriend¡¦s skin satisfyingly give way again, Kiba withdrew his teeth and began lapping at the wound lovingly with his tongue. As he did so he let his right hand wander farther up his woman¡¦s kimono, until it came to lovingly rest on her softly mounded belly. One day his beloved would carry his child here too. That thrilled him to no end.

He let his busy fingers trail back down her delicious curves to play in her short tangled curls. He loved it that she had finally acquiesced to his wishes and no longer wore underwear. His lover loved it too. Shino could claim that he was the one always horny for her, which he was, but if he had a ryo for the number of times since she¡¦d stopped wearing underwear, that he had met his stoic Shino burying his face between his fully clothed Hina-chan¡¦s wide open legs, her steaming, rich, female juices dribbling sloppily off his chin he¡¦d be a wealthy man. However he couldn¡¦t complain too much. He got to lick said sublime fluids off of Shino¡¦s chin before partaking from her wellspring himself. It was mind-blowing that his once shy, innocent Hyuuga lady adored being eaten out for breakfast, lunch and dinner. In his opinion there was no better way to start or end the day.

Hearing her exhaled ¡§ah-h¡¨ at his thumb¡¦s lingering rub of her hidden pearl, his dick hardened within his jeans and he couldn¡¦t help but revel in the feel of her smooth, heavy, gold rings wrapped securely around the base of his cock and balls. He had felt like he was getting married as she placed them on him. She had acknowledged that he had a most beautiful cock too as she handled him. He sighed contentedly his tongue still teasing over Shino¡¦s tougher flesh. This was true happiness. He was finally where he belonged. Come what may, he¡¦d wear his woman¡¦s cock-rings and carry his seme¡¦s name with pride for the rest of his life.

Without thought he moved his head down to nuzzle his nose in Shino¡¦s armpit. He loved the feel and thickness of Shino¡¦s arm hair and his raw, ripe masculine scent. It was making him crazy. He wanted to pound into his beloved, at the same time that his sweetheart was pounding into him. Only the juxtaposition of Hina-chan¡¦s tight, soft, steaming sweet pussy clamped around his fucking meat and Shino¡¦s searing, iron-hard, cock burning inside his ass could satisfy him. He grit his teeth to keep his mouth shut. He was a human being. He didn¡¦t want to bay for it like a desperate, hungry lone-wolf. Sometimes it was so hard being an Inuzuka. It wasn¡¦t always pleasant being ruled by one¡¦s insatiable physical instincts. Some in his clan had easily been used by unscrupulous others as unbreakable sex machines, potent toys for physical release whilst the abiding love the Inuzukas offered them had gone unreturned and unwanted. The dirty, nasty secret in his clan was the number of love spurned Inuzukas who allowed themselves to be killed in battle because of bottomless, long-standing grief. They had really died from broken hearts. He was unbelievably lucky, lucky that his aristocratic Shino and his even more aristocratic Hina-chan accepted this part of him. They never respected him less for it. They just let him love them like he needed to, like he had to, and wondrously he was loved back in return. He kept his nose and fingers in furious motion, unable to stop. He was the alpha and they were his.

It was not the pain. Any shinobi worth his or her salt developed a high tolerance, and often times an addiction to pain. No, it was the gross pleasure that got to him, the pleasure of being completely exposed. His wife lay next to him completely clothed and although Kiba¡¦s chest and feet were bare, his blue jeans were riding low on his skinny hips as he hovered over him. He was the only one in the big bed that was completely naked. It only added to his breathless pleasure in being so violently wanted.

Kiba¡¦s heated kisses had left his lips swollen balloons. His shoulder was on fire. And now his amorous dog-nin, having gotten the taste of blood in his mouth was sniffing him in a way that told Shino that Kiba was begging for the overdo fucking that only he could give him. This time he would not let Hinata prepare him. Instead he was going to take Kiba rough and hard. Slam his entire length into Kiba¡¦s needy ass so that Kiba felt every unforgiving inch of Shino¡¦s reality. That he was Kiba¡¦s strong, loving seme and Hinata¡¦s faithful, adoring husband. And thereafter, with every glorious, fucking stroke - his solid gold cock rings hot from the friction between them - they would know exactly who it was that they both belonged to. His kikaichu grew louder. His cock was rising, and his low groan of desire broke the intimate silence blanketing the room. He¡¦d gotten good at this, breaking revered Aburame customs, and right now he couldn¡¦t care less.

Breathing hard, he removed his hand from behind his head to slip his fingers tightly into Kiba¡¦s coarse brown hair to hold him to him. Earlier, he had been conflicted about this marking business. It seemed over the top. But surprisingly he was feeling good. He was feeling great. Kiba had a new confidence with him, no, with them, in a way that he knew Kiba had not felt before. Now that he was marked, Kiba knew just how much love he had in his heart for him, and it was unlimited. His heart pitter-pattered out of time with the steady rain as he realized what Kiba was doing with his nose inside his armpit. His best friend, his lover, wasn¡¦t content with just marking him with his sharp teeth. He was also writing his name on him, making the invisible kanji strokes for Kiba in the place that held his scent the strongest. He heard Hinata lightly gasp and glanced over at her. Kiba¡¦s nimble uke fingers were naughtily making the same invisible kanji strokes atop of his wife¡¦s plump love mound, and again over her clitoris. Hinata¡¦s eyeballs were fluttering wildly under her closed eye-lids. She didn¡¦t make another sound, only held as tightly as she could to his hand and raised one knee up. Kiba¡¦s wandering fingers disappeared inside of her to write his name there as well. Hinata writhed for a moment before Kiba¡¦s fingers emerged coated with her sex¡¦s sweetness. Mesmerized, Shino licked his lips. Without once stopping the writing he was doing with his nose, or the grinding of their hardened crotches together, Kiba brought three, dripping, love-scented fingers to his mouth. Shino didn¡¦t have to be asked twice. He opened wide and sucked Kiba¡¦s fingers in, letting his tongue roll over and under, each lone, thick, masculine digit to get the entire feminine, sticky treat Kiba was presenting to him. Deeply, deeply contented, Shino played with Hinata¡¦s gold wedding band using his index finger, as he all the while, savored her nectar from their dog-nin¡¦s warm fingers. Her soft, small sigh as she snuggled more closely into his shoulder, listening to his enjoyment, made his risen manhood, his kikaichu, and his pitter-pattering heart overflow in excitement and pride. No Aburame man, in the history of all his clan, had ever been loved like this by a woman or by a man. These were his teammates for life. Their three was one, now and for always.


Driving, bitterly cold rain lashed the windows and the roof of the mansion. Before the thunder could stop booming a flash of lightning threw the heavens and their room in blinding bright relief. Head thrown back, sitting upright, Shino¡¦s scream, and that of thousands of kikaichu, was lost in the wailing of the roaming winds. He had never felt anything this tight before, not even with Kiba. He was buried balls deep in his wife¡¦s virgin vise of an ass and he¡¦d completely lost himself. Every breath she took was his, every gasp she made was his, and every beat of their hearts was together. His big hands gripped the round, satiny apples of her spread open cheeks to keep her from squirming. Tears slipped unnoticed from his eyes, her fragrant, soft arm was thrown backwards and around his neck and he grunted in time with her keening cries of ¡Kunspeakable delight.

The storm was a fitful, angry thing, an ally to the two men as they turned her inside out. Panting, her body of its own volition arched backwards, boldly wedging Shino more deeply inside, where no one else had ever been before allowing her breasts to be pushed further forward into Kiba¡¦s face. Without hesitation Kiba¡¦s tongue flicked at them like a hot whip until her nipples were hardened, proud, pink peaks of singing sensation. Tears wore tracks in her face. Her derriere was on fire, her heart was on fire, her soul was ¡K She jumped at the crashing thunder and as she landed with Shino, the brilliant orgasm that ripped through her caught her completely unawares. They both cried out in unison at the top of their lungs.

Kiba was beyond heaven. He was in a sexual frenzy. He wasn¡¦t the only needy beast in the room. The jagged lightning revealed the faces of the two others in the room with him, and nature¡¦s beast was ravishing the landscape outside. He loved the sharp pungent smells of nature unleashed. He loved the titillating tangs of musky mating abounding. And, he loved the sweet soulful scents of abject love unfettered. He stared in awe at his woman¡¦s orgasming, tearful face. His was dewy with her ripe sweetness. His mouth and nostrils were filled with the rich, syrupy taste of her liquid sex. He was drunk from it and now she would be filled with him too. Eagerly, he pushed her shoulder to bend her backward even more and positioned himself at her sopping wet entrance. With one mighty thrust he was in. He would remember her shocked look of transcendent joy at their joining for the rest of his life. It would warm him even in his old age if he lived that long. Even as he would remember that tight didn¡¦t begin to describe it. His unearthly howling was as abandoned and as low as the whistling wailing wind and this time, two other voices joined his as finally, three were physically made one.

Lightening kept flashing in the room like a cheap neon sign. There was a thunderous crack, the sound of a tree splitting in half, the clash of something hard hitting the roof, and finally, the awareness of a loud dripping sound in the interior. It didn¡¦t matter. What mattered was that the dog-nin could feel his man¡¦s hot rod, pulsing, vibrating, against his own straining cock through Hinata¡¦s delicious, tissue-thin membrane and he knew he was damned ¡Kfor all eternity damned to this outsized love. Hina-chan¡¦s breasts were soft clouds pressing tenderly into his broad chest. How he loved that. And to think he¡¦d almost lost her. He reached out, tears blinding him, and caught Shino¡¦s chin and dragged his head forward.

Trying to ground himself within the spiraling insanity of intense pleasure a groaning Shino braced his head over his wife¡¦s soft shoulder, even as he arched up into her delicate, now furnace-hot ass to furiously rub Kiba¡¦s cock against his. His dog-nin¡¦s uber masculine mouth caught his. The kiss didn¡¦t disappoint. It was feverish, bold, demanding everything in him, yet heavily layered with the sweet feminine essence of his one and only Hinata. A sound of the earth being churned up outside rattled the windows and shook the room. The resulting moan of ecstasy roared through the three of them as they refused to break apart. Unity! If this was insanity he wanted to be insane until there was nothing left of him.

Doubly impaled, Hinata became the sparking epicenter of burning, roiling, molten sensation. It radiated outward in ever rippling circles. Ruthlessly sandwiched between her loves, her men, chest heaving and overfull beyond human possibility, she cried out to the tempestuous fury, defying the stormy voice of the affronted demon that threatened to bring their haven down around their ears. She was strong enough. She had the power. She was the glue that cleaved together the whole. She was the hero.

Yet the point of illumination, of total immolation that she was straining for remained just outside her reach. She had to get there. Rocking back and forth on both cocks wasn¡¦t enough. She needed more. With urgency her tongue entered Kiba¡¦s ear, her nails dug bloodied furrows in his back. Her demanding hiss reverberated under and through the winking shadows in the room. Even the air elemental outside paused a second in its rampaging to listen.

¡§Fuck us!¡¨

¡K His wicked smile grew as surely as if it were her own. His body understood this task. And, as he thrust inside of her in devoted earnest, silvery eyed Shino, pulled back her head to stare crazily into her eyes before crashing his mouth on hers with a white-hot kiss and just like that she went super nova. She became the celestial starburst that set the entire universe aflame.

It was a long, long, long, time: before entangled, three dimensional flesh wearied of hard, blunt, strokes ¡V of the potent groanings for more ¡V of the karma sutra-esqe contortions ¡V of the frantic caresses ¡V of the exhilarating touches ¡V of the scorching kisses ¡V of the ardent flavors of mixed meats ¡V of the exigent cries of love ¡V of the magical murmurings ¡V of the needy whimperings ¡V of the soft whisperings, and of the heedless rumplings of sweat-drenched bed sheets. Seed was spilt, again, again and again, until all of the dying star¡¦s light went cold, the fiery embers finally cooled, and the satiated silence of their supreme treying was all that remained.