Late Consequence

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Isilme’s notes: Thanks to the person who has betaed this chapter for me. This is the updated and ultimate version of this chapter. I’m so grateful AnkoBun!

Intro

Congratulations were the last thing she needed, she thought as she was leaving Tsunade’s office. They weren’t even appropriate. She took a hand to her stomach. Now what the hell am I raising here?

‘Will you tell the father?’ Tsunade-sama had asked.
‘I…yeah.’
‘If you need any help just tell me, ok?’

“If we had died then. If I had killed him with my own hands, I’d have died happily.” And they would have been together in Hell. But she didn’t allow herself this last thought. As she walked slowly, she felt the heavy burden of guilt loaded on her back, together with the new weight within her womb. “Look just how many evil things he’s had plenty of time to do: he killed the Hokage; he took away that Uchiha boy. He’s unstoppable, immortal.”
Find him. Find him on her own and destroy him at last, in the same way she’d been destroyed inside. That was what Anko thought. That was what made her run away without even telling Godaime or her fellow jounins. She’d never lacked strong will, and she trusted herself more than she had done in their last meeting. He would see what she was able to do, how she was able to fight even if he wasn’t there anymore. “That twisted snake.” The one who began it all…


CHAPTER ONE: The kunoichi’s fervour

[F-B, 14 years ago]

Those days had been happy. Back then he was everything the fifteen-year-old girl had in the world; her parents were dead, and she wanted the strength to prevent things like those from happening again. Or maybe it was only ambition, ambition to become stronger than her family so that she would be a survivor, a fighter.


‘I’ll go on training you if you’ll just be useful to me,’ he said, his glinting yellow eyes fixed on the youthful body hidden under a kunoichi’s clothes. ‘Aren’t you scared of me? Haven’t the rumors at the village taught you that you should hate me?’
‘I’m not scared. I’ll follow your instructions, but you will teach me everything you know, as you did before won’t you, Orochimaru-sensei?’
‘“Everything” is a complicated word, but let’s see what I can do and what you are able to endure,’ he smiled enigmatically.
‘I’m strong. I’ll get stronger, I’ll never be a hindrance for you and your plans, master.’

The dark-haired man smiled widely and took a finger to her chin. Anko shivered but stood firm, eyeing him solely as her living source of knowledge.

‘You’re scared. But who knows… maybe it’s you, the first one destined to survive my seal.’
‘Seal?’ she blinked, puzzled.
‘Yes. This one.’

Without further warning, he wrapped his arms around the girl, pulling her closer. She didn’t even resist when his inhuman tongue licked her exposed neck, as his mouth drew nearer the spot he was interested in. Next thing she felt was a pair of fangs diving in the skin of her nape. Anko thought she would faint at any moment but soon the bite was over, and he stepped back watching her with unconcealed excitement. She fell on her knees, leaning against the trunk of a tree, but she didn’t faint. The pain was immense, but at the same time a shiver of pleasure ran through her body. “So that’s what power feels like. He’s given me some sort of power,” she thought.

‘Take it as a curse or as a blessing. If you survive, the seal will crave for my power and at the same time it will make you stronger than you’ve ever been.’
‘Why do you… say… if I survive?’ she managed to say, breathing heavily. ‘I’m not going to… die. I won’t die now that… you are going to train me.’

Orochimaru looked more than pleased as he squatted before her, sweat was now covering her forehead, transparent drops sliding through her face and staining her white knees.

‘You look almost beautiful,’ she heard him say.

The sannin lifted her up in his arms and carried her through the forest until they reached an abandoned ninja shelter, which looked like a wooden cabin, his current hideout. She fell asleep along the way and woke up three hours later. She found herself lying on a very rustic bed with a thick straw mattress. “I am alive,” she thought happily, although the pain in her neck persisted. A firm hand was laid on her forehead.

‘You have survived indeed,’ Orochimaru said in a low voice. ‘Now you are mine, and you will be mine in every possible way.’

Not minding his words, Anko found that she liked his touch on her forehead, almost as much as she had liked the brushing of his tongue against her neck some hours before. Her cheeks reddened, and the desired hands moved to caress her face. That man had something that made her shiver and marvel at the same time. He seemed to be an enigma, not a simple one, but one you could spend your life trying to resolve without regretting the waste of time.

‘You and I are the beginning of the Sound Village, Anko. The place where I’ll raise and train a legion of supporters so that one day I’ll be the most powerful ninja in the world; I’ll be immortal.’
‘I will… help.’

Orochimaru looked at her soft bosom, which rose and fell at an irregular pace. She had opened her dark chestnut eyes and they were fixed on him. He moved his hand until it slid underneath the thin fabric that her ninja t-shirt was made of, feeling her vulnerable skin. The girl panted slowly, as she had never been touched there. The pleasure of the caress extended over her stomach and breasts. But suddenly she came back to reality.

‘You… what are you doing?’ she asked weakly.
‘Nothing right now. But I’ll be taking your body in a while, if you don’t mind.’
‘Taking… my body?’ she looked alarmed now. Something in that sentence told her that she wouldn’t be ready for what was going to come next. She used the little strength that was left in her after being marked to lift her head and creep back, leaning on her elbows.
`Trying to escape?’ he said, pushing her down again forcibly.
‘I don’t know what you want, sensei,’ Anko frowned.

Orochimaru grinned at the teenage girl’s innocence. He watched her with eyes like those of a snake about to attack its prey.

‘To do what I couldn’t do while we were in that stupid village.’

The white hand recovered its former position and started touching every inch of Anko’s belly it could reach. She was somewhat scared but not terrified. She was sure her sensei wouldn’t harm his first survivor, or whatever he had said. Her black meshed t-shirt was completely lifted, and another hand removed her bra, leaving her youthful breasts exposed. Anko knew that she wouldn’t be able to fight back even in her full strength, so she just fixed her eyes on the man who was sitting on top of her. Something wet was being brushed against her flesh and she realized that her master was using both his hands and his stretchable tongue to explore her body. The girl gasped, aware that it shouldn’t feel ~that~ good, and nevertheless it did. Moments later, her red ninja skirt had been removed and she was left in her underwear then completely naked as the cold hands and tongue prolonged their task. Her heart was about to burst with the new feeling that was driving her head numb and overwhelming her body like an unstoppable flood. “So… is this… lust?”

Orochimaru didn’t kiss her at all, instead of that he started exploring Anko’s more sensitive area, taking delight in the obvious fact that he would be the first one for the innocent kunoichi. He stopped touching her, which elicited a moan of protest from her lips, and unfastened his own robes. She couldn’t lift her head to look at him properly but in a matter of seconds she felt a slender yet strong body rubbing against her own. It was not warm enough to be the body of a human being, she thought faintly, but it definitely wasn’t chilly as a snake’s. The sannin spread the girl’s legs apart and positioned himself in the middle so that her bent knees touched the sides of his body. She didn’t resist anymore, she liked the contact of their skins and even the black mark on her nape urged her to take anything her sensei chose to give her.

The inside of Anko’s thighs was so juicy already that Orochimaru’s sudden intrusion didn’t hurt as much as she had thought. However, his manhood was hard and lengthy and she felt somehow impaled for a moment.

‘I hope you can feel the pleasure as much as I’m feeling it, my pupil.’

She couldn’t reply because a new pleasure was added to the one who was driving her crazy already. His tongue stretched down to her clit and toyed with it as he started rocking his body back and forth, withdrawing his member completely then pushing inside her again with renewed force. She moaned loudly now and moved her hips to meet his body time after time. The continuous rhythm lasted until Orochimaru gave a final push and came within the tender body, making his student accompany him in her first orgasm ever.

When the pleasure was over, the gold-eyed man withdrew from her body and sat down next to the girl, looking at her quite pleased. The dark chestnut eyes were watching him, dazzled by the experience. “I’m sure… this is wrong,” she thought. But fatigue overwhelmed her soon and she fell asleep with her head on the rough pillow.

Back then she didn’t know she had been cursed twice on a day.


* * To be continued * *

Author Notes: Please review, whatever your opinion is. Flames dealing with the explicit content of this chapter will be extinguished by my trained firemen *lol* Flames dealing with the pregnancy issue and other types of flames will be looked at, but please don’t be too cruel. If you want me to go on, a review is the best way to get it!