Chapter 17 - Monday Morning

She waited for me in my office on Monday.
She didn’t dress special or anything, no lingerie or seductive poses or anything of the like. 

She didn’t need to.

“Your late,” she immediately scolded, reminding me that she was technically my superior in this sham of a company. The suit draped around her body was nice, top of the line I’m sure, but not particularly sexy. No, I wouldn’t say she looked sexy, more threatening almost. I felt vaguely like there was a tiger in the room, that speaking too loud or moving too fast might make her explode. 

“Sorry uh…” I’d decided to fuck Sakura in the shower? Fuck did she know about Sakura? What the hell did she even care? As if I had any actual work to do here. Thankfully she took that moment to stroll closer, and probably assumed that was the cause of my wordlessness. Or she didn’t care.

She didn’t look particularly enthused when she grabbed my tie and yanked my face to hers. 

The immediate, instinctual desire to pull my face back led to her dominating our kiss. Pushing her mouth up against mine while I stood hunched over her in a most awkward position. I felt like a helpless mortal being yanked around by a deadly succubus. Deciding that was not an entirely unpleasant feeling, I rolled with it. Contented humming poured into her mouth as her tongue dominated mine. 

I’m not sure how long she went, but the whole ‘helpless mortal’ thing only compounded with what she did next. First one hand lay gently on my shoulder, then her fucking claws dug in hard, and she shoved me to my knees. I could have overpowered her if I really wanted, but she stabbed harder until I complied.
“Eat me out,” she demanded, leaning back against the simple dark wood of my desk. 

I obeyed.

“MMMmmmm, oh yeah baby, that’s it, right there,” she instructed, again clamping me firmly in place, and again squeezing harder than I’d of liked. At least I had a view this time. She didn’t blush, but the wicked grin and that sweat running down her face were a fucking sight. God that face. It was too prim and perfect to be completely natural, but damn if it didn’t look like it. Soft blemishless skin, that straight almond hair draping her cheeks, and that smile. 

Had I ever seen Hanabi smile before this whole…situation?  

I’d certainly never heard her scream like she did when she came. 

Hell, not even last night come to think of it.

It worried me a little.

“Don’t we need to be quiet?” I asked when she finally released me.

“Ha, you think I give a shit if anyone here knows your my fucktoy?” she asked, still panting and still wearing that wicked grin. “This is my company, my little division of the family’s army, nobody’s gonna say shit,” she added, hopping up and taking a seat on the desk. “So come here and fuck me, as loud as you want baby,” 

My cock about exploded out of my pants as I yanked them down. 

She shoved me on the chest, hard, when I came closer. 

I almost tripped.

“Shirt and coat too, I want you naked,” she demanded, not saying a word about the mussled shirt and coat still hanging over her own torso. I decided not to mention it either. Her pussy was bare, that’s what mattered, and it’s not like I didn’t appreciate the noise of approval or the way her eyes hungrily combed over my form.  

I even kicked out of my pants, letting my erect cock bob around as I did, then, once more, slowly approached her. This time she coyly wrapped her arms around my shoulders. She gently ran her fingers over my muscles as I rubbed myself against her entrance. Poking and teasing while my fingers came up to dip inside her. 

“Ohhhh thank you so much Hinata,” she sighed out happily. A little irked by that, I leaned in and kissed her. She let me. One hand came up to the back of my neck, gently scratching as we made out and teased each other. Then her claws came out again. This time they dug into my neck, stabbing just a little uncomfortably as she moaned pulled on my legs with hers. 

I slowly shifted inside her.

Her hand relaxed.

She held me gently for the entirety of our rutting, still, I couldn’t help but feel like I was in some kind of sharp trap. Surrounded by barbed wire or something, like any small move or shift might result in pain. Serious pain. My heart hammered in my chest. 

This was all so fucking wild. 

Again she guided me to do long, deep strokes. It was a little slower than I would have liked, but it was still exquisite, especially the way she squeezed when I bottomed out inside her. She pulled back and gave me a dark smile.

“This how you fuck Hinata? Did you fuck her this morning, that why you were late you no good bum?” she asked salaciously. I bit my tongue hard to hold off my release. “Or does she only have sex in missionary? I bet she’s real boring in the sack isn’t she?” she kissed me, hard and short. “Are you even having sex anymore? With that kid at home always getting in that way it must be so hard, well I’ll take care of you. I’ll take care of all those masculine needs you have for her, cause I’m such a good fucking sister,” 

I decided not to tell her that Hinata was a better lover than her. They were different, so different, it was hard to compare them really, but if I had to choose just one to fuck ever again it definitely wouldn’t be her. Why was she even bringing that up though? The two of them always seemed so close, was this just dirty talk or something?

“We’ve never done it like this, no,” I answered meekly, still trying quite hard to prevent my release. She seemed to delight in this. 

“You better not cum before me,” she warned. “You make me scream you cheating bastard! You cum inside me or your fucking fired!” she called, growing more incoherent as she bucked herself against me in tune. 

I came the second she screamed, actually gasping in relief as my head hunched onto her shoulder. 

We didn’t stay joined thirty more seconds.

“You know, there’s a shower in my office, swing by anytime if you want to use it,” she offered, still wearing that wicked, tired grin. 

“Today?” I asked breathlessly, still coated thoroughly in sweat.

She laughed, a real, genuine, laugh.

“Tomorrow,” she counteroffered, still sitting on my desk, paying no mind to the cum dripping out of her onto the carpet. “But actually, I do need you to do something else for me, this Friday,” she began, prompting me to sit down naked on the floor. I was beat tired and it sounded like this might take a minute. “There’s this associate of mine, Mei Terumi, and she’s just the worst. Cranky, demanding, asks a lot of questions….” she began, turning my blood cold.

“Hanabi I’m not killing anyone,” I said firmly, even as I sat there on my naked ass.

She laughed again.

“No Naruto, I want you to fuck her, specifically knock her up. She’s rich enough she’ll probably take the whole pregnancy off, or most of it at least, and I’m pretty sure she’d be susceptible to your…advances,” she added, explaining the plan like it was nothing of note.

“I can’t do that to Hinata,” I protested.

“Oh like you’ve never cheated on her,” she deadpanned, turning my blood right back to ice. “It’ll be fine she’ll never know. Besides if you refuse I’ll just have to go sobbing to Hinata about how there’s no other way to keep our family safe, about how Neji might be going to jail, about how I’m just so overwhelmed and desperate and sorry-“

“Okay I get it, fine,” I said, having learned my lesson the first time I denied this damn demoness anything. “So any details I need to know?”
 
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