SSQ 5

You stir, the scent of sex and sweat lingering as your eyes flutter open. It is not a new experience to awaken in the arms of a lover, though this is the first time that said lover was masculine in nature. One of the demon brothers slept there beside you, the remnants of last night’s exertions still evident.

You rise up, eyes still crusted with sleep as you pull your wits together.

“Oh, you’re awake.” Tsunade’s voice run in your ears, your stamina though bolstered by whatever it was that she’d done, had been frazzled to its very edges by the time the session last night was over. Sleep had been complete and had left you dazedly waking hours after the sun had risen into the sky.

You could hardly remember the last time that this had been the case.

You rubbed the last traces of sleep from your eyes with a yawn, then focused upon the origin of your most powerful slave’s voice.

Tsunade was standing off to one side of the small room, her body exposed in completion as she strutted about with merely a towel wrapped around her waist, light dabbles of water still clinging to her skin and hair, and her magnificent assets completely uncovered for the world to see.

Her nipples were stiff.

Vaguely you remembered telling her that shame was no longer to hinder her in anything.

“I ordered us breakfast and picked up a bath while I was at it.” The still disguised medic glanced your way, eyes trained upon your naked crotch as you reacted the way in which any young man in the morning might. Beside you one of your newest conquests stirred, his body shifting against your own in a way that you could tell meant his full wakefulness and attention had been caught.

The look in his eyes as you brushed away the wild mane of hair was something precious, a beautiful mixture of fear and impotent hate which smoldered beneath the absolute need to act according to your will. It had amused you most to take advantage of this the brother who had no thought of taking part in activities with another man, whose body tensed and tightened in disgust as your fingers caressed their way down his side.

You reveled in the power, the fantasy made real, even as your fingers slid over his own to guide them into pleasing the organ of his conquest.

You got his finger moving about your hand even as the look of disgust continued to fill him.

“Mm… just like that.” You murmured, taking far more joy in the darker meaning of the act rather than what you did in the young man who was doing it. For you he was nothing more than a tool for your gratification. Tsunade it seemed was pointedly ignoring the activity.

“So where did Gozu get off to?” You asked, more curious than anything else. After all, you’d spent most of the night ensuring the integrity of his seal, making him do things he’d never even considered with his brother at your command. The night had been eventful.

“He took off to take care of his normal duties, and Meizu here normally sleeps in either way so there’s nothing strange there.” Tsunade spoke, toweling herself off as she did. You nodded, maintaining cover was important for now if you were going make your plans here go smoothly. “But he left a few messages as to what was going on with Zabuza, some pretty interesting stuff.”

“Mm.” You replied, pulling your slave closer in, your lips meeting his even as you beckoned Tsunade closer. You could see her shiver slightly, still deeply disturbed by your touch, by this entire situation over which she no longer had control. Her existence had become that of one of your tools, and even now her inner most thoughts rebelled against you.

She walked slowly over to the bed.

“So from what Gozu said, it seems that there’s even bigger game a foot. It seems that Zabuza’s basically been working this place and securing Gato’s holdings in return for some hefty monetary returns. With Gato’s backing Zabuza’s been able to ship food, weapons, and supplies back to the rebellion in Water Country. Gato’s isn’t the only coin he’s been answering to though.” She sat beside you, your hand sneaking its way between her legs as you began to massage her core. Slowly your fingers teased the outer lips, letting them moisten as you worked your way inside.

You said nothing, simply moaning into Meizu’s lips as you nibbled and kissed him, your tongue running across the unexpectedly sharpened teeth.

You decided that you liked them quite a bit...

“There’s also a bunch of details about Zabuza’s apprentice.”

Huh? Ok that caught your ear, you pushed away your partner, breaking the seal of his lips against yours, before roughly taking his head between your hands and pushing him down towards the throb of your erection.

“An apprentice?” Ok didn’t even have a clue about that before this moment.

“Yeah, the kid has apparently been following him around from the time he left the village. He’s apparently good little assassin and has a Bloodline Limit.” She moaned slightly though her words, hips twisting as your fingers penetrated deeper within. Meizu’s mouth slid warm about your cock, as he’d been taught over the course of the night, his agile tongue rippling just right.

“Go on.” You urged, finger working deeper into her cunt as it rippled in leaking pleasure. You gave her a moment more to catch her breath.

“He normally keeps Haku in reserve, most people don’t even get to see the kid. And he’s quite the delicate little flower too… he doesn’t actually have any direct kills to his name, kid’s a master at silent killing techniques, better than the brothers here, but he doesn’t have the stomach for killing things. And Zabuza’s always been a bit soft on him. Well either way the kid, is skilled but he represents a bit of a chink in the armour.” She spoke though your ministrations, having taken a moment to compose and control herself, her pussy now squeezing about your fingers with a ruthless abandon which you hadn’t expected.

Her fingers it seemed had found their grip around your balls, once again stimulating them both with a massage, and with the roiling energies of her chakra. Between the tongue beneath the head as gentle suction drew you closer to the edge, and Tsunade’s deft manipulation, your found yourself swelling with the need to empty... as you gripped Meizu’s bobbing head by the wild mane and forced him down, feeling his throat relax as you’d spent the night teaching him then with a light whimper of your own you released.

You laid back after that, the intensity of orgasm leaving you dazed, only to find your wonderfully endowed medic kissing the white away from your now crying thrall, fueling once more a desire for her touch. Without a word you reached out towards her, pulling hard on the soft warmth of her breast, gripping her by the beautiful pink nipple hard enough that you knew it would hurt then twisting and tugging until she too had tears in her eyes.

You practically pushed the masculine ninja from off of the bed to pull your most powerful and important conquest in, knowing that for all the sexual submission, and everything that she now did at your absolute command, for all that she employed her every skill to keep you safe, healthy, and make you strong… she hated it, she had no choice of it but to be what you intend for her to be, that she was your Weapon.

Nothing more than your tool, just like the one whom you’d just discarded for her.

You pulled her in close, lips mashed against lips in a desperate, hungry kiss. Dark skinned for now your hand contrasted wonderfully against her body, as you continued to maul her breasts, leading her further onto the bed by them, only to straddle your body, your now once again turgid member pressed ever so enticingly against her somber, weeping core.

With a sudden pull upon her ebony thighs she was impaled upon your length, her pussy rippling and caressing you even now as she sat, hips rocking slightly until the final signal to move would come.

You gave it ruthlessly, pressing hard upon one nipple then letting one hand swat her lovely ass as well. You made her move and impale herself upon you as you watched your toy act in accordance to your will.

You made her do all the work too, until her pink rimmed lower lips were properly painted a pearly white.




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It took a bit longer to get out of the tavern room than you’d expected... lapsing into sexual congress at least one more time before taking a rest, then cuddling with both of your Ninja thralls for a while after that. You’d only even decided to get out of the bed because plans needed to be carried out.

In the meantime you learned plenty more about the nature of your two targets.

Zabuza was at best a paranoid bastard, his career in silent killing having left him far more aware than most of ways in which an enemy could come at him, leaving him looking everywhere for signs of such an attack, having lived much of his life needing such a state of vigilance didn’t at all help with that.

Taking him down quickly and easily was at best a small chance, one which magnified with every unknown capture of those whom he surrounded himself with, Haku being the only one the Demon brothers had ever seen him relax his guard around even a fraction.

Unfortunately Haku too was a particularly savvy ninja. He excelled in the interpersonal, and was in fact a very good judge of character. And while he was meek, he also was a strong ninja in his own right. Combined with his Bloodlimit he was unfortunately excellent at slipping out of traps.

Now Gato, however, was a made man, careful but confident. And sorely underestimating of the true capabilities of the upper crust of ninja, having never witnessed a true A class fight, much less a B class one. Intellectually he knew them dangerous, but he didn’t quite understand the point at which they were a danger that no amount of weaker men surrounding him could compare to.

But still, he was a careful enough man and in truth he wouldn’t normally meet anyone privately except with his body guards. However, leader of his mercenaries to be, top of the pecking order in terms of strength, would need some times in his presence, so that he could direct his loyal guards in what he’d think of as a subtle power play.

He was quite unsubtle in his means like that, a vulnerability which you were poised to exploit.

You showed up, the cowering lily which you’d pretended, and Tsunade the conquering beauty.