The Princess and the Kazekage

Sweeping his hand over her delicate, glowing skin, the Kazekage paused for a moment and took in the sight of the princess as lust consumed her soul. Propped up on her elbows, naked against silk sheets, gripping them tightly as her toes curled up and she shivered in anticipation; Princess Taki had forgotten her royal upbringing entirely, it seemed. He barely touched her, but to a virgin his skilled hand had the same effect as a stone being thrown into still water; ripples, echoes of the touch, shudders for more. It amazed him, how different she was to his previous lover.

Ai was more curvaceous than Taki, her breasts spilled out of her brassiere at just the sight of Gaara. Taki's breasts were smaller, perkier and, to his delight, the skin turned much pinker much quicker when he handled her a little roughly. The courtesan had also been completely hairless on her body but Taki's womanhood was not bare; it had surprised him a little. He had never thought about women's bodies before and had not anticipated so many differences between merely two of them. Her skin was different; Ai had a silvery, moonlike glow like a crescent moon in a starry sky, but Taki was warm and golden like the reflection of the sun on a warm ocean.

Even the noises the two women made were entirely different. Ai's moans were soft, teasing, pushing him to work harder and earn those sultry, seductive moans she knew he loved. Taki did not possess skill nor art in her performance but…that is exactly what made her so seductive. She was unrehearsed. Her vulnerability was there in the high pitched squeals of surprised delight she let escape her mouth.

Gaara observed her mouth, as he dipped a finger inside it and watched her as she so deliciously gasped at his rough actions. Her mouth was watering for him, opening in anticipation of what he had to offer. The Kazekage watched her with a look of genuine intrigue as he stood shirtless by his bed. Taking his finger out of her mouth he smiled; now that Gaara had known sex, he felt much more in control, much more aware of each move he was making. He made her look at him by bending down and placing a moistened kiss on her breast. The princess threw her head back in ecstasy; still balancing on her elbows, Taki shuddered as the man of her dreams began to work his tongue in delicate flicks against her nipples.

"Ah!" A gasp was caught in her throat as, unknown to her, Gaara's moistened fingertip ran along the inside of her thigh.

"Breathe," Gaara murmured as he kissed her neck. "There's a rhythm to this magic," he whispered before sitting down beside her. "Show me your rhythm and, in time, I will show you mine." Taki nodded in earnest, her beautiful grey eyes sparkling with admiration for his skill. "Relax," Taki glanced up at Gaara and, as he pushed her gently on the shoulder to lay down, she could not help but notice the slight malice behind his smirk. There was something sinister in his smile while his eyes remained entirely loving.

"Ah!" Taki gasped again as Gaara's hand began caressing her womanhood gently.

"Breathe." It was not a suggestion, but a command. Taki felt so unsure of herself; she could feel herself losing her mind, her senses for this man but at the same time her inhibitions were too strong, her need to understand that sinister smirk was overbearing.

With a deep breath, the princess tried to relax. The rhythm Gaara spoke of became more pronounced. Her breathing soon felt in time with her heartbeat, the shivers up and down her legs joined them, the bursts of what felt like fire between her legs all began to sway and beat and pulse and tingle in rhythm.

"Good girl," the Kazekage complimented her softly. There was something about this phrase that Taki enjoyed, she enjoyed it so much, in fact, that the feeling of Gaara's fingers began to feel far away as the sensations running throughout her womanhood became more intense. Her hands no longer gripped the bedsheets but Gaara's chest, clawing at him, demanding he release her from this agony of waiting and wanting to-

"Aaaah!" The princess closed her eyes tightly and scratched Gaara's chest as she tried to hold on, as her orgasm took hold of her.

For the briefest of seconds, all the things that held Gaara captive, the curve of the girl's waist, the pinkness of her trembling flesh, the warmth between her legs, disappeared and something grabbed a hold of his heart. The sweet look of lust Ai would always finish with, burst forth with unrelenting colourfulness into his mind.

Ai, what have we done to each other?

It was almost as if he left his body for the next second it felt as though he woke up, standing beside his bed as Taki knelt in front of him and was placing delicate kisses on his abdomen. She was almost purring, licking him gently, cooing at him so that he slowly gave back into her charm. She began to unbuckle his belt as Gaara, all thought of Ai forgotten at the glance of Taki's rear.

While Ai had been seduced by Sasuke by the emotions he stirred, by the feel of him, by the closeness he offered her, Gaara was affected by a much more primal instinct. It was the shapes and materials Taki was made from, that drove him further into lust; soft, sweet, perfumed, curvy, delicate, fragile, round, sharp, plump…each part of her was a new discovery of something seductive. Couple those things with this girl's naivety, her reckless desire and ambition to please him; it made her irresistible to his hunger.

"Lie back," he commanded before Taki had even removed his belt. The girl looked up at him, her grey eyes sparkling, before she lay back on the bed and took a deep breath. She watched as the princely man removed his clothing, his arms and shoulders becoming so beautifully defined as he reached down to take his trousers off. Taki almost flinched at the sight of his torso stretching in the candlelight as he stood to his full height.

In that moment, as they looked deep into one another's eyes, Taki realised that she was utterly, hopelessly in love with him. The desire to have Gaara make love to her became an ache, she could feel it in the depths of her stomach and between her legs, the pang for him to just climb onto the bed and show her what she had been fantasying about when she was alone.

The princess' dreams started to become reality as the Kazekage climbed up onto the bed to surround her, his shadow casting her in darkness. Above her, she saw his handsome face; his lips curved into a soft, reassuring smile, his hair falling away from his forehead in crimson waves.

"Don't hold your tongue," Gaara instructed her, "say anything and everything that comes to mind so I know how to please you." The man almost laugh as he saw Taki gulp and nod. "Are you frightened?" He asked, suddenly considering how having a man much bigger than you, on top of you in the half darkness, could be frightening for a girl who had never experienced anything like it. He was concerned as Taki remained silent. To ease her nerves, Gaara leant down and kissed her softly, deeply, trying to show how he was entirely at her mercy and not the other way around. "Are you frightened?" He asked again.

"No, Gaara," Taki breathed as he smiled at her.

"Good girl," he laughed as Taki smiled broadly when he said this. "You like it when I say that, don't you?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"I want to be good to you, Gaara." Her eyes suddenly became heavy lidded, her breathing deeper, she even parted her legs with more confidence as she saw Gaara shudder when she said this. The Kazekage kissed her deeply, held one of her hands above her head and grabbed her rear with his other hand.

Everyone plays out a role in sex. Gaara was usually, although not always, incredibly dominant, controlling, demanding, the torturer, the animal, the saviour, the god. Ai had been the enemy, the keeper of paradise, the torturer, the goddess, his victim, his addiction. But Taki…she had become taken with the role of Gaara's play thing and that was undeniably delicious.

Gaara's throbbing dick entered the princess who squealed softly in pain when he grunted in satisfaction. She was so wet, warm and tight around his dick, her noises were so seductive, her body so ripe and ready for him. He could barely contain himself; Gaara knew he should be delicate and not cause her pain but at the same time his primal nature took her delicate moans of discomfort as a sign for him to stop but it did just the opposite. As his cock pulsed inside of her, his hips gently buckling every time pleasure shot through his throbbing member, Gaara had to close his eyes for he knew that if he saw a look of pain on her face, it would drive him over the edge.

She gave little twitches in her hips, making her whole body move in tiny strokes against his. Her hard nipples knocked against his chest, her lips brushed his chin as she nibbled it a little. Gaara waited until he felt her twitching subside a little and her kisses become more relaxed, before he began to rock gently back and forth.

"I'm so wet," Taki gasped suddenly before shuddering in pain as Gaara forced himself inside her a little more. It was not what she had said; to Taki she was just making an observation, but it was that naive, unsure voice of a virgin that made the man suddenly remember dangerous thoughts. He wanted to say things to shock her, to intrigue her, to make her beg for him but he knew he couldn't, he knew it was too soon. "Gaara, it feels good," was the only sentence required to make the man lose his mind.

"I can make it feel really good," he reassured her suddenly before sitting up a little and pulling her by the hips towards him so his dick filled her up.

"Ah!" Taki winced in pain but knew, when Gaara lay back down and grunted, that she should hold on. Clasping onto his biceps the girl felt the sweat begin to build up between them, the frustration in Gaara's strokes as he began to fuck her. The pain was still there, the fear of not being enough for him but soon, his movements became more fluid, the pleasure began to sneak past the pain and suddenly the rhythm Gaara had spoken of earlier became more pronounced.

Their heartbeats were pounding together, their moaning in perfect timing to each powerful thrust Gaara gave his sweet princess. There was a growl, a rumble in Gaara's voice that made Taki wetter, that made her open her arms and welcome him in a little more; it was the noises he made that gave her an indication that she was doing a good job. She knew he wanted to play with her, to torture her a little and she wanted to see it; deep down, this straight-laced princess wanted to wake up the Gaara she had been dreaming about. And it could all be done in three simple words:

"Fuck me harder." She smirked up at Gaara as he looked down at her in shock upon hearing those words, but his body reacted faster than his mind; his dick tensed inside of her, filling her up a little more, squeezing him a little harder. He could hold back no longer, he grabbed the girl by the hips and fucked her until she cried out in pain, until finally he reached satisfaction, pulled out of her and let his seed spill onto her stomach.