Pain

Pain
by Vague

Summary


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Chapter 01.: A kidnapped Kitsune

A tiny whimper escaped his patched lips, a signal of his internal struggle. His chest rose and fell almost violently with the ragged breaths he expelled. It was barely human, but then not many people could call Naruto human. Clenching his eyes shut, his body quaked around the tremor of excitement that traversed his being. He had regained consciousness only a few minutes early to the heat scorching his skin. It was a foreign feeling to the young boy.

Youthful muscles strained to contain the feelings of lust that shivered up and down his being. Awakening to these feelings of desire was not uncommon for the teenage boy. Yet he had never felt anything like what was currently raging havoc over his system. Opening those brilliant blue eyes again he felt a slight increase within his heart as a few things became readily apparent. He was not within his home.

After much work on his part, the exuberant youth had finally convinced his fellow team-mate Sakura to go out on a date with him. It had taken much grovelling and begging but he had felt satisfied and ecstatic when she had agreed resignedly. With a grin of triumph on his face, he happily if not a bit dazed, trudged through the underlying bushes and branches of the forest in blissful ignorance of his surroundings.

The greens and browns surrounded creating a comfortable darkness all around. A canopy of trees hid him from the cruel attacks of a vengeful sun. The sounds of animals as they went about their lives became white noise to the exuberant youth. It was with the sting of what felt like a thousand needles, and the following sludgy grasp of darkness did he realise that oblivious airs were not smart within Shinobi forests.

Naked and tied to an unknown bed he lay trying to assess the situation. Nothing came to mind but from the curious frissons of pleasure rushing over his body, it was apparent that he was not too worried even though he should be. His muscles tensed up as delightful sensations raced through him. Clenching his eyes tightly he sort to hone in on the sensations more… intensify them if he could.

They started at the base of his neck, where his hair met the nape. The tiny tendrils of golden strands brushing against him producing an agony of delight. Eyes closed, his senses heightened as he studied the curious path that the emotions were taking. He could feel it. Like a wave, it was slow picking up force and momentum as he traversed down his neck and chest. His nipples puckered as the cold sensations of pleasure got stronger, raising goose bumps along his arms and stomach. Clenching with a fiery cry as it trailed over his belly building a heat that pool hot and low.

He groaned out as he felt it reach the base of his shaft causing it to throb and pulse rising through the increasingly hardening flesh until it ended with a throb at his crown where he needed touch so very badly. It continued its way down his body causing his toes to curl but at that time he was more focused as multiple other waves of pleasure began the descent again.

These sensations were not uncommon to him. He had spent countless nights like this thinking about Sakura. She had such a beautiful body after all those years of intense shinobi workout. Closing his eyes he relieved on of his favourite fantasies:

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[He’s lying upon his bed nude. Sakura is standing at the foot of his bed. Her lips are pouting, moist and full. Her eyes are slumberous almost like she is thinking of naughty things. He can see the outline of her body though her med-nin uniform. She has such a beautiful body. She whispers his name and then her hands slowly drift up so she could start undressing… stripping. It’s slow and teasing. Her body would be revealed to him beat by bit. First one smooth creamy shoulder followed by the arching of a slender neck and then followed by another shoulder. She would let her clothing slide down her body just slowly, revealing only the top curves of her breasts before allowing it to slide down. The top part of the uniform would pool at her curvaceous hips as her pert breasts are bared to him. Her gaze meets his and it is pure desire. Leaving the clothing, as it is she starts to crawl up the bed in a purely feline move, her back is arched wantonly as she climbs up between his legs. Her hands rests on his thick arousal for but a tiny moment before be continues up his stomach to offer him her nipples which he gladly sucks on with enthusiasm. And as his excitement grows he sucks strongly while opening her lower clothing so he could cup her heat through her panties before starting to run his fingers over the clothed prize. She would gladly submit her body to him, letting his fingers breach through the protection of the cloth to sink through the heat…]

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He moaned as the fantasy faded away to be replaced by the onslaught of heat it produced. He could feel his body’s eager reaction to the images so vivid within him. Unable to stop the tiny thrusts he made he moaned trying to pull against the biddings of his hands and legs. Flushed he stretched his head down to look at his body and the already rosy cheeks deepened as he saw his arousal standing up tall for all to see. It was strangely erotic being naked and tied up although maybe that was his state of arousal bringing those feelings.

He felt the heat of semen slowly sliding down his shaft and moaned out loud. “Please…” the plea escaped his lips. He was in fierce need and though there was no one around he really needed relief from the continual barrage of sensations racking his body. He began to shiver.

As soon as the desire-laden plea left his lips, the door to his room opened. His being froze on a shudder of pure release. The shock of being caught in such a compromising position, so close to his release sent him huddling over the edge that had eluded him. He cried out raggedly as his hips thrusted upwards almost violently in his orgasm. His semen spraying in the air heaving out of him as he moaned and shuddered from the sensations racking through him. He knew that his kidnapper was in the room and it only seemed to intensify his orgasm until he was practically sobbing from it. Pride was no longer with him as he uncaringly succumbed completely to the feelings. Hips thrusting violently upwards he looked for that added friction of touch… squeeze… to aid tremors. There was no hand or warm body to help but his shaft only throbbed that much more in need, burning and tingling. His hips ached from the force of his thrusts especially as they strained against chakra-enhanced bindings. Yet as the sensations ebbed he realised that the pain had mingled with the pleasure until he couldn’t tell which was which. With a sgh of resignation he took in a deep breath as his body stiffened again. His last mind blowing orgasm may as well have not happened.

“W-wow.” A soft voice whispered in awe and he froze in shock and surprise. Hinata… What was she doing here?

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