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Sakura lay curled on her side, her fingers between her legs, digging into the flesh of her inner right thigh, eyes shut tightly, teeth gritted in pain as she panted; shallow, gasping breaths.

Her body felt on fire, every nerve was pain so intense it was absolutely unbearable.

The man responsible was standing over her, licking blood off his fangs with a smug look as he considered the girl curled and shaking at his feet. She looked like a piece of candy. All cotton fluff and air. She tasted sweet like candy too, but with much more substance. Her attempts not to cry, not to scream in agony, were making him hard. It was the little, choked whimpers that did it, really. The way that it looked almost like she was masturbating, her hands trapped between her thighs, rubbing and clutching at flesh, her body quivering. From the right angle her pain could be mistaken for pleasure.

It was exquisite.

He knelt in front of her, turned her over onto her back; Sakura was in no position to resist, really. He could still taste her skin.

She was still fully clothed, only the inner thigh of her shorts torn where he’d bitten her, left the mark of the cursed seal, the venom of that curse running through her, causing her unimaginable pain. But she wasn’t screaming yet. Her willpower was… Delightful.

Sakura looked delirious, green eyes glazed and glassy, pain hazy everything. She felt Orochimaru roll her over, his touches were like broken glass raked across her skin. He was parting her knees but she couldn’t struggle to kick him in the face, she only lay, struggling so hard to breathe, to not pass out, or scream until she tore her vocal cords. His hands were running up her legs, caressing her thighs.

His fingers stopped over the curse, touched it lightly and Orochimaru licked his lips at the way she writhed away from that touch. He caressed it gently.

“Just lay back and relax, Sakura-chan.” His sibilant voice soothed, long clever fingers with sharp nails cutting away her shorts, leaving thin, thin trails of red, raised flesh as the black fabric fell away to reveal shapely pale thighs and that black mark marring them.

Her panties were pink, they had lace at the trim, and tiny ribbon bow. So girly and feminine. So delicate, it made Orochimaru laugh, knowing she could punch a hole through a thick stone wall, but she was still just a fragile little girl who liked cute underwear.

He touched the seal again, watched her back arch, savored the scream she kept locked behind her lips and refused to let out.

“Close your eyes and I’ll make it all better.” He whispered as her hands reached down to cover herself, fight him off weakly. A few seals for a jutsu, and snakes summoned to his side slithered around the girl. One on each of her legs, coiled around her calves, stopped her from trying to close her knees. Another single one followed Orochimaru’s hands as he raised them to pull her arms together, the snake tangling around both her arms like a knot, keeping them above her head, out of the way.

Once she was properly restrained Orochimaru went back to enjoying the view, the dark seal on her skin was exquisite, her sweating flesh as she fought the pain and the seal’s influence…

It excited him beyond compare.

“So lovely, Sakura-chan.” His voice was husky, his tongue reaching from his lips to taste the seal. Her body jerked away from his caress, but she was thoroughly held.

“F-f-f-fuck yourself.” Her voice was thin and hoarse, a bare squeak of defiance. It sent a shiver of delight through him, as he regarded the tears of pain falling from her eyes, rolling unheeded down her cheeks.

His tongue slithered up, under her shirt and bra to tease one of her nipples. He watched her gasp as he tasted her, let his rough, snake-tongue wrap once around her neck before coiling gently upwards, the very tip of it just barely licking at the salty tears. She flinched away from his every touch.

Lovely.

He let his tongue drag along her cheek and jaw, caress her lips which were pressed closed against it so stubbornly. His tongue forced its way past those lips only to encounter teeth.

With a hand signal, one of the snakes at her legs bit deep into her thigh. The compounded pain of bite and seal forced her mouth open as she gasped in air, Orochimaru’s tongue sliding into the opening and raping her mouth, tasting every corner, his slick flesh leaving no part of her mouth unmarked by his own taste.

Before she could bite down—not that it would bother him—he withdrew his tongue, squeezing it around her neck to watch her panicked struggles for air.

Before she passed out he released her, let his tongue slide down across her belly.

“You taste wonderful, Sakura-chan.” Orochimaru complimented, “I wonder how the rest of you tastes?” He let his tongue slither under her cute pink panties, finally used his fingers, but only to pull the fabric to the side so he could watch his tongue lick the folds of her pussy, tasting her.

She tasted a little musky, sweet.

“Stop.” Sakura’s voice was small and panicked, dazed from pain and fear. “Stop.”

“Shh.” Orochimaru hissed softly, feeling, tasting, watching his tongue slip into her. She was slick and warm. She wasn’t very wet, but pain of the sort she was going through tended to prevent pleasure. He was being so considerate, really, using his tongue to lubricate her tightness. He stopped when he encountered her hymen, his lips curving into a pleased smile.

So girls these days weren’t all sluts. How refreshing. Was she saving herself for Sasuke-kun?

Considering his plans for Sasuke, Orochimaru excused his decision to help himself to the girl’s body. He rippled his tongue inside her, letting it move in and out, shallowly, folding and curling, slick flesh against her heat. She was squirming to get away, her cries of pain and distress now audible, though not very coherent. Repeated again and again. “No, stop. Stop. I’ll kill you.” And threats she hadn’t the power to follow through on. Curses as well, vulgar ones that Orochimaru would have chided her on, if he hadn’t been otherwise occupied.

Orochimaru withdrew his tongue from Sakura finally, when she was slick enough with his saliva that her folds were dripping with it. Placing his hands on her knees he freed his erection from his pants, let his tongue caress his own length, his yellow eyes closing in pleasure at the sensation.

He positioned himself at her entrance, ran a finger along her tear-stained cheek.

“This may hurt dear.” He whispered consolingly, watching her already pained shivers and trembling. “Brace yourself.” He cooed, and slammed his cock into her to the hilt.

He got it, finally, the scream he’d wanted. It was everything he’d hoped for. Her head thrown back, eyes wide and unseeing and beautiful with agony. Her voice shredding his eardrums with her pain, screaming until there was no air in her lungs and he could hear her vocal chords tearing as she tried to scream even when she couldn’t breathe.

She was tight. So, so tight. It felt wonderful. Hot, her folds convulsing, he could feel the blood of her torn hymen squish around his cock as he drew out a little, then slammed back into her, rough, possessive.

“You’re mine, little kunoichi.” His voice was a deep throaty growl, lusty as she sobbed, half-broken and still defiant, agonized glare full of tears and hatred. “Mine, my beautiful little flower.” He added in a gentle voice, forcing himself into her over and over, each thrust hard and deep. Fucking her thoroughly. Making sure he claimed her as his—no matter who else might have her, he was the one to have her first, to get her to scream, to claim those tears and that exquisite look of tortured hate.

She was his.

With a low, throaty moan, Orochimaru grabbed her hips, pulled her hard against him, thrusting in deeply, feeling her walls contract around him as another wave of pain from the cursed seal coursed through her. With a growl, he held her still on top of his cock, his member twitched as he came inside of her, semen coating Sakura’s inner walls thick and hot.

With a satisfied sigh Orochimaru slumped back and met green eyes filled with complete loathing.

“Don’t you feel better?” He whispered. “The hate takes the edge of pain away.” With a mockingly caring caress, he watched her realize that the seal’s pain was indeed starting to fade, just a bit. He loved the struggle in her eyes. He loved watching the helplessness there.

He’d have to do it again, she squirmed so prettily.