Jack of All Trade
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Naruto › Het - Male/Female
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Naruto › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
4
Views:
1,416
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Naruto, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Prologue
Jack of All Trade – Chapter 1
Disclaimer: I do not own the anime characters Naruto but I do own the story for this!
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Basic Summary:Uchiha Sasuke started out with absolutely nothing. And as a child he had to survive through the worst of times that could possibly be given to him to rise above it all and come out on top. (All chars OOC)
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Notation
“Text” Regular Talking
“Text” – Thought
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She had nightheat, the sensuous quality in a woman that made men ache with desire. A body made for sin, skin the color of light cinnamon, fire-green pearl like eyes, wet red lips. Her legs were long and slender, legs that would strap a man and squeeze while he made love to her.
Konoha was the most sensuous city in the world, exotic, erotic, filled with the most beautiful women who had virgin-whore complexes, who had a very intensely passion that would make cultures and religions think twice about rebuking sex as a sin. Regardless of the sexual conflicts put on them, there were no women as sexually provocative as the women of Konoha. And they came in all shades, from light brown to the sheen of ebony, though a few had skin as white as a Hyuuga. Whatever their skin color, there was a fire between their legs. When men entered them, they became one with the make, cocking their legs back so the men could get in tight and hard, grabbing flesh with long nails and pulling the male stalk in harder and harder. That was why the best whores in the world were in Konoha too, they immensely enjoyed their work.
They were on the balcony of his room right above the dark streets of the night, and around the lively casino, the broad thoroughfare that ran along the waterfront. Flowing in from our right was a narrow, twisted Old Town street which was filled with centuries-old colonial buildings draped with overhanging balconies. It was early evening. A cool breeze skimmed across the bay and flowed up to the man’s balcony. The woman was leaning dangerously over the railing, enjoying the colorful insanity of Konoha’s carnival time, a sea of colorful costumes, bizarre floats and loud music.
The old town was rocking-drums, samba music, and a band playing an intense raw song full of energy was airing the streets for now. Satirical figures of famous faces, led the big parade, with a caricature of Orochimaru, who had once tried to lead a revolution against Konoha’s ruler, drawing cheers and jeers as it came down the waterfront street. The streets were filled with flashy costumes, exciting music, swaying hips and conga lines, all on a sultry summer night. There was enough beer to make even the strongest drunk and collapse on the streets of Konoha.
Fireworks burst over the harbor as he stood behind the woman and stared at her. He had never made love to a woman quite like her. Since most of the women either made love to him because of something, whether it was lust, or they wanted something-clothes, jewels, the good life or the protection money buys. It seemed to the young man that the woman was impressed with neither the money nor what he had packed inside his pants.
It was a man’s world, all the way from one side of the world to the other, and nowhere was it as much of a man’s world then the rich regions of the leaf where women were either pampered and kept in golden cages, or abused by being treated as sex objects or work animals.
“Of course there are some of those crazy seers...usually some crazy woman with a man’s job who would predict that one day women would be sexually and economically equal. Hmph, not in my lifetime it won’t!”
Of course the woman in front of this man was completely different from any other women that he had met. It wasn’t just that she seem to convey an aura of independence, but that she seemed to know that she was his equal in every meaning of the word. The young man sensed it the moment he had seen her across the bloody gladiator arena. It was not a very auspicious place to find a woman who could easily set his world on fire...but of course this was the infamous Konoha night that he was talking about.
He could tell that she was neither saint nor whore; she wasn’t someone who could be pigeonholed as a type. Rather, she seemed to be pure female, unaffected by what the male of the species wanted her to be. Carefully she leaned against the railing, bent over, her hips vacillating to the music, her buttocks grinding up and down in the skintight dress. Carefully the young man went over to the young lady
“Hello, pardon the intrusion but I couldn’t help but...”
“Be mesmerized by that hot ass of yours...”
“...notice that you happen to be the person that frequently appears around the ruler of this nation.”
They got into a small introduction and had formally introduced each other. She was in her early twenties, a time in life when a woman’s body was still fit and firm. The young man’s testosterones boiled as he watched the sensuous movement of her body, imagining her with no clothes on, his own nakedness pressing up against her.
The young man remembered seeing something that he thought was hilarious once but appropriate now. He had once seen a ram in rut run up from behind a ewe and jump on her as if he needed a fuck for dear life. That was how he felt about this woman right now; he needed her for dear life.
Her sequined white dress was several inches above the knees, her long legs were covered by black silk net stockings; her white cloth shoes had silver-plated spiked heels. Slowly he came up behind her and put his hands on her lips, pushing himself against her.
The woman whispered into the man’s ears, “Mr. Sasuke...I never imagined you to be the type to be so aggressive.”
“There are a lot of things you don’t know about me and I’ll gladly teach it to you tonight.”
She felt his hardness and turned to look at him. If eyes could be windows to a soul, his eyes revealed the good, the bad and the ugly, some dirty deals, some midnight meets, and certainly some things he wouldn’t want to brag about in mixed company. Her eyes seemed to be a temple door, hiding many secrets.
Finally there lips met and he kissed her gently at first, just brushing her lips, then pressed harder, the young man’s junior had suddenly jerked and cocked up another notched as their tongues found each other. Sasuke pulled her dress up above her hips and lifted her into onto his hard member. There were a thousand people below, hell, maybe there were ten thousand, but they were all drunk, and so were the religious zealots. As Sasuke entered her, he knew that he was violating his most sacred principle, and that was to never fall in love. He had spent most of his life avoiding the pain of loss. It was a sickness, to love and lose and never want to love again.
But he knew...he knew that this was the one, the one he could. He hadn’t chosen her, hadn’t even thought about what life would be like with her-or without her-or even if she thought the same about him. He saw her across the colossus arena and he knew that he could not hide behind his fears anymore. He wouldn’t be able to live without lying in bed at night with her at his side, without seeing her body naked beside his, running his hands down her body to the feminine mystery between her legs.
As he held onto her, as their bodies flowed with the erotic rhythm of lovemaking, her tight body squeezing his phallus that had entered between her legs, he had a sudden terrible thought, a moment of precognition that would make him both sad and frightened.
He loved her and yet he knew that he would lose her.
Disclaimer: I do not own the anime characters Naruto but I do own the story for this!
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Basic Summary:Uchiha Sasuke started out with absolutely nothing. And as a child he had to survive through the worst of times that could possibly be given to him to rise above it all and come out on top. (All chars OOC)
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Notation
“Text” Regular Talking
“Text” – Thought
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
She had nightheat, the sensuous quality in a woman that made men ache with desire. A body made for sin, skin the color of light cinnamon, fire-green pearl like eyes, wet red lips. Her legs were long and slender, legs that would strap a man and squeeze while he made love to her.
Konoha was the most sensuous city in the world, exotic, erotic, filled with the most beautiful women who had virgin-whore complexes, who had a very intensely passion that would make cultures and religions think twice about rebuking sex as a sin. Regardless of the sexual conflicts put on them, there were no women as sexually provocative as the women of Konoha. And they came in all shades, from light brown to the sheen of ebony, though a few had skin as white as a Hyuuga. Whatever their skin color, there was a fire between their legs. When men entered them, they became one with the make, cocking their legs back so the men could get in tight and hard, grabbing flesh with long nails and pulling the male stalk in harder and harder. That was why the best whores in the world were in Konoha too, they immensely enjoyed their work.
They were on the balcony of his room right above the dark streets of the night, and around the lively casino, the broad thoroughfare that ran along the waterfront. Flowing in from our right was a narrow, twisted Old Town street which was filled with centuries-old colonial buildings draped with overhanging balconies. It was early evening. A cool breeze skimmed across the bay and flowed up to the man’s balcony. The woman was leaning dangerously over the railing, enjoying the colorful insanity of Konoha’s carnival time, a sea of colorful costumes, bizarre floats and loud music.
The old town was rocking-drums, samba music, and a band playing an intense raw song full of energy was airing the streets for now. Satirical figures of famous faces, led the big parade, with a caricature of Orochimaru, who had once tried to lead a revolution against Konoha’s ruler, drawing cheers and jeers as it came down the waterfront street. The streets were filled with flashy costumes, exciting music, swaying hips and conga lines, all on a sultry summer night. There was enough beer to make even the strongest drunk and collapse on the streets of Konoha.
Fireworks burst over the harbor as he stood behind the woman and stared at her. He had never made love to a woman quite like her. Since most of the women either made love to him because of something, whether it was lust, or they wanted something-clothes, jewels, the good life or the protection money buys. It seemed to the young man that the woman was impressed with neither the money nor what he had packed inside his pants.
It was a man’s world, all the way from one side of the world to the other, and nowhere was it as much of a man’s world then the rich regions of the leaf where women were either pampered and kept in golden cages, or abused by being treated as sex objects or work animals.
“Of course there are some of those crazy seers...usually some crazy woman with a man’s job who would predict that one day women would be sexually and economically equal. Hmph, not in my lifetime it won’t!”
Of course the woman in front of this man was completely different from any other women that he had met. It wasn’t just that she seem to convey an aura of independence, but that she seemed to know that she was his equal in every meaning of the word. The young man sensed it the moment he had seen her across the bloody gladiator arena. It was not a very auspicious place to find a woman who could easily set his world on fire...but of course this was the infamous Konoha night that he was talking about.
He could tell that she was neither saint nor whore; she wasn’t someone who could be pigeonholed as a type. Rather, she seemed to be pure female, unaffected by what the male of the species wanted her to be. Carefully she leaned against the railing, bent over, her hips vacillating to the music, her buttocks grinding up and down in the skintight dress. Carefully the young man went over to the young lady
“Hello, pardon the intrusion but I couldn’t help but...”
“Be mesmerized by that hot ass of yours...”
“...notice that you happen to be the person that frequently appears around the ruler of this nation.”
They got into a small introduction and had formally introduced each other. She was in her early twenties, a time in life when a woman’s body was still fit and firm. The young man’s testosterones boiled as he watched the sensuous movement of her body, imagining her with no clothes on, his own nakedness pressing up against her.
The young man remembered seeing something that he thought was hilarious once but appropriate now. He had once seen a ram in rut run up from behind a ewe and jump on her as if he needed a fuck for dear life. That was how he felt about this woman right now; he needed her for dear life.
Her sequined white dress was several inches above the knees, her long legs were covered by black silk net stockings; her white cloth shoes had silver-plated spiked heels. Slowly he came up behind her and put his hands on her lips, pushing himself against her.
The woman whispered into the man’s ears, “Mr. Sasuke...I never imagined you to be the type to be so aggressive.”
“There are a lot of things you don’t know about me and I’ll gladly teach it to you tonight.”
She felt his hardness and turned to look at him. If eyes could be windows to a soul, his eyes revealed the good, the bad and the ugly, some dirty deals, some midnight meets, and certainly some things he wouldn’t want to brag about in mixed company. Her eyes seemed to be a temple door, hiding many secrets.
Finally there lips met and he kissed her gently at first, just brushing her lips, then pressed harder, the young man’s junior had suddenly jerked and cocked up another notched as their tongues found each other. Sasuke pulled her dress up above her hips and lifted her into onto his hard member. There were a thousand people below, hell, maybe there were ten thousand, but they were all drunk, and so were the religious zealots. As Sasuke entered her, he knew that he was violating his most sacred principle, and that was to never fall in love. He had spent most of his life avoiding the pain of loss. It was a sickness, to love and lose and never want to love again.
But he knew...he knew that this was the one, the one he could. He hadn’t chosen her, hadn’t even thought about what life would be like with her-or without her-or even if she thought the same about him. He saw her across the colossus arena and he knew that he could not hide behind his fears anymore. He wouldn’t be able to live without lying in bed at night with her at his side, without seeing her body naked beside his, running his hands down her body to the feminine mystery between her legs.
As he held onto her, as their bodies flowed with the erotic rhythm of lovemaking, her tight body squeezing his phallus that had entered between her legs, he had a sudden terrible thought, a moment of precognition that would make him both sad and frightened.
He loved her and yet he knew that he would lose her.