Blindfolded
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Naruto › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,231
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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I do not own Naruto, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Blindfolded
Gradually he came to; Neji’s senses finally began to pan out. However, his sight was gone. He was blindfolded so tight that he could not even open his eyes. Neji’s heartbeat began to race when he realized he could not use his Byakugan—this seemed to be the worst time to be without it, too.
His pulse became loud in his ears, nearly completely drowning out the sound of approaching footsteps. “Is someone there? What’s going on?”
“So…I see you’re finally awake.” That voice, though masked by the heavy sultriness of burning lust, was youthfully girlish. It was…familiar.
“Wh-who are you?”
“…That’s not important right now.”
Neji flinched when he felt warm fingers graze the side of his cheek like dull knife edges. He recoiled from the mild caress as if it burned. “Let me go.”
“I will let you go eventually.” Her voice was now dangerously close, so close that Neji could feel her breath on his lips, hot and moist. He nearly choked when he felt her lips bruising against his with a tongue fierce and purposeful slipping past them.
He gasped helplessly against his kidnapper’s mouth when he felt his pants being roughly undone and the sudden coolness of the open air on his groin. That merciless girl, whoever she was, wasted no time. His throat tightened when he felt a hand slide down his stomach and over his growing member.
“Please, what are you doing? What do you want?”
He winced when he heard, and felt, her whisper against his abdomen. “I want you.”
Neji struggled against his bonds when he felt a tongue slide over the tip of his arousal. She did not even hesitate when she took him in her mouth. Keeping her lips tight around his shaft, she slowly began to bob her head up and down in a gentle rhythm. He threw his head back and bit his lip at the agonizing physical pleasure. It was so wrong that half of him was actually enjoying this. It was degrading. He cursed at himself when he bucked his hips when he felt the tip of the assailant’s tongue just below the head of his arousal.
Suddenly the sweet torture ceased. “If you would just relax, you might enjoy this.”
There was the soft sound of buckles rattling, a zipper unzipping, and fabric sliding. She took him again and rubbed him against something; something wet and slimy. He writhed at the viscous sensation, attempting to wriggle himself from underneath her. He felt small but strong hands pin his wrists down above his head.
“Shh shh shh. Hold still. You’re making this harder than it needs to be.”
Neji’s heart leapt into his throat when he realized her voice was right in front of her face.
“Stop. Please,” he begged under an assaulting kiss.
But no matter how much he pleaded his kidnapper did not stop. He felt himself being pushed into the wet, taught canal of her body. She began to piston her hips up and down upon him. She took her time at first—damn her—to greedily savor the feeling before establishing a heated, fierce rhythm. Neji could hear her soft grunts grow louder into screams as she pleasured herself on him. It wasn’t long before his moans began to blend with hers. His body’s lust for release was quickly becaming the most important thing, but at the moment he was just begging for it to end.
She came before he could. The quivers from her orgasm were sent down through her body onto his cock, nearly triggering his own release. She got off of him just in time before he could further be shamed. Neji could hear her getting dressed and tidying herself.
“Alright, you’re free to go,” she said as she severed the chord holding his wrists together.
Neji struggled to shake the chords off enough to reach up and tear the blindfold off his eyes. Eyes tensed with his Byakugan, he scanned the darkness for the chakra signature of his kidnapper as he pulled his pants back up. Alas, he saw nothing but blackness.
He fell to his knees, succumbing to physical and mental exhaustion. He strangled the grass with clenched fists, trying desperately to shake off the itch that still remained. His hunger blew over like a storm, and he could finally think straight again. It was then that he noticed something strange in the grass. He brought the strings of hair closer and saw that his eyes did not deceive him in this darkness. The strands were indeed pink.
His pulse became loud in his ears, nearly completely drowning out the sound of approaching footsteps. “Is someone there? What’s going on?”
“So…I see you’re finally awake.” That voice, though masked by the heavy sultriness of burning lust, was youthfully girlish. It was…familiar.
“Wh-who are you?”
“…That’s not important right now.”
Neji flinched when he felt warm fingers graze the side of his cheek like dull knife edges. He recoiled from the mild caress as if it burned. “Let me go.”
“I will let you go eventually.” Her voice was now dangerously close, so close that Neji could feel her breath on his lips, hot and moist. He nearly choked when he felt her lips bruising against his with a tongue fierce and purposeful slipping past them.
He gasped helplessly against his kidnapper’s mouth when he felt his pants being roughly undone and the sudden coolness of the open air on his groin. That merciless girl, whoever she was, wasted no time. His throat tightened when he felt a hand slide down his stomach and over his growing member.
“Please, what are you doing? What do you want?”
He winced when he heard, and felt, her whisper against his abdomen. “I want you.”
Neji struggled against his bonds when he felt a tongue slide over the tip of his arousal. She did not even hesitate when she took him in her mouth. Keeping her lips tight around his shaft, she slowly began to bob her head up and down in a gentle rhythm. He threw his head back and bit his lip at the agonizing physical pleasure. It was so wrong that half of him was actually enjoying this. It was degrading. He cursed at himself when he bucked his hips when he felt the tip of the assailant’s tongue just below the head of his arousal.
Suddenly the sweet torture ceased. “If you would just relax, you might enjoy this.”
There was the soft sound of buckles rattling, a zipper unzipping, and fabric sliding. She took him again and rubbed him against something; something wet and slimy. He writhed at the viscous sensation, attempting to wriggle himself from underneath her. He felt small but strong hands pin his wrists down above his head.
“Shh shh shh. Hold still. You’re making this harder than it needs to be.”
Neji’s heart leapt into his throat when he realized her voice was right in front of her face.
“Stop. Please,” he begged under an assaulting kiss.
But no matter how much he pleaded his kidnapper did not stop. He felt himself being pushed into the wet, taught canal of her body. She began to piston her hips up and down upon him. She took her time at first—damn her—to greedily savor the feeling before establishing a heated, fierce rhythm. Neji could hear her soft grunts grow louder into screams as she pleasured herself on him. It wasn’t long before his moans began to blend with hers. His body’s lust for release was quickly becaming the most important thing, but at the moment he was just begging for it to end.
She came before he could. The quivers from her orgasm were sent down through her body onto his cock, nearly triggering his own release. She got off of him just in time before he could further be shamed. Neji could hear her getting dressed and tidying herself.
“Alright, you’re free to go,” she said as she severed the chord holding his wrists together.
Neji struggled to shake the chords off enough to reach up and tear the blindfold off his eyes. Eyes tensed with his Byakugan, he scanned the darkness for the chakra signature of his kidnapper as he pulled his pants back up. Alas, he saw nothing but blackness.
He fell to his knees, succumbing to physical and mental exhaustion. He strangled the grass with clenched fists, trying desperately to shake off the itch that still remained. His hunger blew over like a storm, and he could finally think straight again. It was then that he noticed something strange in the grass. He brought the strings of hair closer and saw that his eyes did not deceive him in this darkness. The strands were indeed pink.