Chapter 2 - The city of discovery

The city of discovery

Tsunade's fingers made impossibly loud sucking noises as she attempted to completely gouge out her bitch-hole with her perfectly manicured fingers. 
The room had reached a fever-pitch, smelling of the boy’s sweat and her juices. She alternated between drinking the sticky fluids overflowing from his towering phallus and allowing it to paint her luscious lips. It splattered into her massive breast, poured into her long hair, and onto her marked forehead like a twisted anointing.

This was heaven. 

And she had decided that this little boy would be her God. She murmured soft self-denigrations as she worked his flesh. It lit a raging fire from a spark he didn't even know was there; listening to her refer to herself as a stupid cum-bucket, his forever faithful sperm receptacle, the nearest-neediest-most willing collection of sloppy holes to stick his dick into.

Waiting wasn't Tsunade’s strong point, but she did, not patiently mind you, but she tried to make it easier for him to take his own choice. Except, she noted by the lovely  painful, and incessant tug at her locks, that it already had. She followed him through the bath as faithfully as a well tamed hound. The barked commands to ‘hurry her ass up’ merely managed to make her quiver in excitement and shake the massive rear in question with every prowling motion. Even the burns to her knees and shins only serve to propel her already high arousal.

It took but a snap of his fingers to get his intensions across and without a second thought, he was lifted up and sat delicately onto the soft bedding. His feet couldn't touch the floor from so high up and they dangled from the edge. Honestly, it was the hottest thing she had ever been witness to in her long life as she resumed her place at his feet. His cock towered over her, taking up most of her sight and almost all of her mental facilities. When she became reacquainted with its musk she nearly fainted. It smelt exactly like she dreamed it would. Overbearing and domineering. It flooded her brain and caused her mouth to leak like a sieve.

It was with an air of reverence when she allowed herself to touch upon his monstrous tool. She knew she must have looked a bit mad to the boy. She certainly felt so, but how she looked mattered little unless he demanded otherwise. "Oh master... How I've longed for this.” Her lips had a mind of their own as they pressed against his mushroom head, smashing themselves as close as possible without becoming a single thing. If only such a thing were feasible she would live her life lipless.

Her master's jaw twitched and without the decades of experience she possessed she might have missed his first words from minutes of relative silence.
"I... Err... I-I don't know about a lot of stuff." the blond boy started slowly, even as the slug queen started eagerly on his shaft. A single penetrating eye watched him closely without even stopping her ministrations. Her kisses were intense and varied, ranging from chaste pecks to drool covered tongue twisting maneuvers that radiated up his spine. His memories struggled to rise to the surface, weighed down by the sheer lust Tsunade infused in her worshiping act. 
Thoughts of a lifetime of being called stupid, good for nothing, deadlast, fought-to-be-re-lived. With an effort made simple only because of practice, he locked them up back into their boxes. 

His fingers clumsily traced her jaw, poked into her mouth, and played with her oral cavity without the slightest hesitation. “I might not know much, but I know I want this!”

Not even Naruto knew if ‘this’ was in reference to Tsunade or the situation they found themselves in; however, if the dripping sound coming from the carpet had any bearing on his outlook, then he was indeed talking about her, and she obviously didn't mind. More than likely, she enjoyed the casual disregard to her gender and any worth she might have a person. God...what a fucking slut. 

It was a simple brutal thrust that impaled his monster into her throat, helped by the ever present grip of her mane, along with sheer ferocity. It represented all that came before and exactly how their relationship would be crystallized, going forward: with no regard for her thoughts at all. 
Even caught off guard she retained enough presence of mind to be proud as he ignored the sounds of choking and gurgling to shove as much of it as possible as far as he could manage.                                                                                             
Naruto found himself bent almost double, his knees almost to his ears as he tried to force more and more of his giant dick into the warmest, tightest hole he ever tried. 

As he plunged down in the depths of her throat, a small part of his brain chose to notice that even if he drooled, the slight sigh that escaped his parted lips would have to be the most effeminate noise he'd ever produced in his life. The world blurred then, his eyes crossed and threatened to roll up into his skull. What else in the world could compare to this feeling? He knew true fear in that moment. Any other meal would taste like ash in his mouth against the feeling of the ridges in her esophagus scrapping along his shaft.

He had fallen down a hole he was sure he didn't want to find his way out of. It was too addicting, an opiate in and of itself, the feeling of her swallowing around his girth. Of her choking, sputtering, drooling, begging…

All the while, she pulled at the back of his thighs to draw him evermore inward. She would devour him if he wasn't careful, and suddenly the stories about succubus eating bad little boys took on a decidedly truthful side.
Her breathing stayed ragged, gulp-fulls of tainted air that only served to bring more of his scent, more of his sticky cloying fluid into her lungs. He realized that he didn’t care if she could breathe or not, all he was concerned with was the distance between the root of his cock and the ring of her lips. When her forehead touched his abdomen, signaling her triumph, the young boy discovered nirvana. His life lost all of its meaning as he reached for the strands of enlightenment.

Naruto had noticed it from the start, the amazonian before him radiated a constant aura of maturity. Her sexuality had a quality all of its own. An animalistic fever that offered nothing but overt vulgarity; nothing but a promise of sensual consent. It was a blessing and a malediction to all who partook of it. He had simply been another victim to the allure of  her body, no matter what were the circumstances.

The charm of such an adult woman had always somehow managed to pass by him, however that too had changed. 
This was the final benchmark he would weigh all other women against. This was the standard any of his future conquest would be measured with, if not in body, then devotion.

Oh, it wouldn't be fair. He knew of none who came close to her in sheer presence that her flesh invoked. Accordingly, if he met any who possessed a tenth of her slavish nature, he would be a lucky man; but he always believed himself to have the kami of luck, Benzaiten's favor. He wouldn't have lived this long otherwise. 

The loss of pressure and suction against his cock brought a spirit crushing disappointment. A loss of a piece of his soul. Whether it fled into her gaping maw or into the ether, it wasn’t clear, but he felt the loss just the same.
The next painful tug was nearly expected and she let him know of her approval loudly. Even as it dragged her front her purpose. "Move wench." His voice was a growl. 

He teased her so...warming the crooks of her twisted heart. With a grunt of effort and more than a little maneuvering, he tugged and pulled, and angled their bodies so that they ended on the bed. 
Then he stood leaving imprits of childish, and she was left to crawl on all fours back to his pole.

Tsunade moved her body onto the small bed frame, and her face into his lap, with a grace more akin to a serpent.
Letting the light shine off her skin covered in sweat and girl-cum; she egged him onward, further, harder, with the lightest touches of her digits and the sounds of her gagging orifice. Each movement was orchestrated, practiced, and preformed to ensure him of her openness; of her willingness. She let him fuck her face to his own steady tempo. She asked for it. She made herself as comfortable a pillow as possible. It all carried a significance, a purpose, a meaning. 

Eventually, he would grow tired of these simple pleasures. Of fucking, and sucking, and nothing else. Eventually, he would move onto better things, the parts of eroticism often left unperturbed. The parts she excelled in. Games of Pleasure and of Pain she could only wish and wait for. Though, if he lingered on this stage for a time, she would not complain. 
Soon though, he would want to experiment. The delicious sting he provided to her cheek moments before proved that. As did every second he carved out the ripples in her throat without care for the damage he caused. There would come a point where he genuinely wished to bring the gifts of true agony and suffering upon her person. To feel her plump tits swell to near bursting within his fist. To experience how far her nipples could be wrenched. How much cum could he fit into her nostrils. How much of a beating could she take before breaking. Even Konohagakure was not built in a day; this too was simply but a matter of time.          

She left him to play as he set a blistering pace trying to discover what it felt like at the junction of her collarbones. 
Every time she pulled up, she left trails of spit. Ribbons of throat slime being the proof of her efforts. Proud rings of gloss were the badges of her commitment. If this was a simple whore's duty, then why did she feel so honorable? He left the stains of everlasting glory across her prodigious lumps of flesh. The frail yakuta had fallen open, its belt discarded, letting her nipples swing freely and slap against his shins. The amount of drool and slobber being made pooled from the corners of Tsunade’s mouth and created a string of pearls connecting across her front. The only piece of jewelry she wasn't shamed to wear upon her skin.
                                                      
It was a building tingling sensation that alerted Naruto to the possibility of him having to cum. 
Starting as an eventuality, it quickly became a pressing need. He tried to hold off the inevitable with the last vestiges of his passing thoughts. He tried to back off into softer strokes, cutting off the root of the stimulation. When that proved impossible, he settled on barely keeping his head in her mouth and feeding her only inches at a time. 

Towards the end he was simply cradling her skull as his hips pumped on their own time. She fought him every step of the way, smelling the proverbial blood in the water, and soon to be literal cum in the air. 
Wrangling for every inch, every extra suck and lingering lick, she pounced and slithered, gobbling up his shaft until he had to physically shove her head backwards. He wanted to command her to heel but that would only spurn her onward. So it was a gradual shift that left his cock resting in her mouth like a meat flavored pacifier while he laid on his back and stared at the ceiling. 

His balls felt near to bursting but he felt as though he had won something important as the stream of heat lowered back into his stomach.

The cool air startled him from his thoughts, forcing him to lock eyes with his personal temptress. A breeze hit his cock in degrees as it was dragged from her trachea. 
She turned it into a long drawn out almost grotesque affair more akin to a sword swallowing in reverse. She returned his dick slowly, but kept her fingers tightly attached, before rubbing her face against it, allowing it to make a mess of her profile all the while looking him dead in his glassy eyes. Breathing the same air it occupied gave her lions a stirring, making the sheets go from drenched to quite un-salvageable. The process of slapping it against her cheek, feeling the weight and girth of it nearly giving her a black eye, caused her to fall in love with it all over again.


