Making Babies and New Friends (R-18)
'Is this gay?' the thought registered in my mind as I motorboated Haku's taut bubbly cheeks and taught her soft pink holes who's the boss. It's an intrusion of the mind I've never had before, and one I quickly ignored. Doesn't feel gay, or even close, and much like existentialism I don't have time for gender dissertations. I'm eating.
As Haku writhed and moaned, her body prone as she ended my horrendous dry spell, I took pride in my lack of Sticky Fingers. I'm a man, not a muppet, and this performance is all me. I'm not some sex automaton programmed and wired by the lab coats at The Company. I'm a magnificent sensual beast delivering homegrown, locally sourced, handcrafted, organic satisfaction to my partner. I earned these stripes in the sheets, on the streets, beating that pussy to the righteous thumping pumping beat of my own drum.
I send the lab coats their due respect for Sexual Calibration, the final 2 points of my CharGen budget well spent. A seasoned pervert I may be, having hardened my will against many unpleasant foes, but I still prefer a clean and hairless experience. With no need for concerns I feasted on Haku's holes like a fat family at a buffet, not Patrick Star level of oral game, but I'll get there one day. I have faith.
After making the powerful woman under me buck wildly one last time I flipped her over and hiked her legs up and spread them wide. Seeing the glassy look in her black eyes I gave her a few taps on the face to get her back in the game before driving my rod into her. Once again, all hail the lab coats for their work on Sexual Calibration. I'd always hated hooking up with virgins. I know its a big fetish and insecurity salve, but somehow in a world where everything is on a spectrum, people refused to admit that hymens are also on a spectrum. 'Oh, it's like a balloon arch', or oh 'oh they can tear for all sorts of reasons', 'nothing to worry about so long as you do ample preparation'. Fucking lies I tell you. Popping cherries is awful, and because of those wise people working at The Company, sexual discomfort and injuries are a non issue.
Still drove Haku's eyes and mouth wide open in shock, and who can blame her, I needed to grit my jaw to keep my moan from over taking hers.
"Thank you." she gasped, "Thank you. Thank you. Thank you."
I wanted to say your welcome, but I didn't really know if she was thanking me, God, Buddha, the universe, some local shinto god or goddess. It sounded religious, and I am quite cocky, hehehe, but if she is praying, I'm right behind her on it. Or directly above her, eye to eye. I've usually had over thirty centimeters on my partners, and never coupled with a woman over one hundred and eighty centimeters tall. It felt almost weird for our faces to line up without me contorting my spine to make it happen.
And that heat! For a chick with ice in her nature, Haku had a heat to her core like few others I've encountered, the kind of heat that drives a man insane, that makes his thrusting something of base instinct rather than skill and will, something I eagerly gave into as there is little better in the world than a primal fuck. Seizing her thighs I pinned her knees up to her shoulders and carried all my weight in my hips and ass, bringing the thunder with reckless abandon.
Haku's toned form welcomed it, and her pelvic floor latched on to give me a hell of a squeeze, almost as if to pull me down onto her with just the power of her pussy. Every time that grip spasmed on me, popping off wild contractions, I felt my self control slipping and finally she stole the nut with ripple of her cunt capable of snatching a man's soul.
Weak in the knees and gasping I rolled off her, and instead of cuddling up to me, Haku raised her hips up, holding her weight up on her neck and shoulders as she kept her legs in the air. The sight of her desperate need to breed filled me with DETERMINATION! I stood on newly reinvigorated legs and seized her thighs, slamming myself back into her sopping hole.
"Yes, Lord Zabuza!" Haku's raspy voice screamed, "Bless me with your seed and watch me swell with your child!"
"Haku!" I growled as I resumed the thrusting of my hips, lifting the woman up as I drove myself down.
Coitus continued until I felt both dehydrated and a ravenous hunger that finally overcame my breeders fugue. When I found myself considering a bottle of Soldier Pills sealed away in one of my emergency stash scrolls, I knew it was time to end things, but from under my groin came a hand that wrapped around my still hard shaft, and Haku began exploring every fold and wrinkle of my scrotum with her tongue. Delusions of bitch-ass-ness denied, I bit my thumb and swiped it across the sealing scroll twice, and in duel bursts of smoke came a bottle of round dark brown pills and a two gallon canteen of mineral water.
After swallowing down my weakness, I looked down to see a smirking Haku with my balls resting on her chin, her mouth open for hers.
"The things I do for my waifu." I muttered while giving her her's.
Both of us gave into the frantic energy, the vigorous clapping of flesh and wonton moans brought to screaming peaks blurred together in an uninterrupted waking dream of fleshly pleasure until finally, the knock knock knocking at the door that began at some unexplored, unknown, and unwanted time between the then and the now turned into a terrible hacking and finally a cracking, the blade of a fire axe bursting through my door.
Thankfully not mahogany or imported Italian Maple.
Did we stop, no, not until Ringo burst through the remnants of the door screaming, followed by the still massive form of Fuguki. The two and a half meter tall giant ginger bitch ducked under the doorway and put her massive meat mitts on me.
"Stand down." I commanded as Fuguki pulled me out of Haku with a loud pop.
My hips kept thrusting fruitlessly in the air as I missed that now gaping pink hole quivering as it slowly shut.
"You gave orders not to disturb you unless the rebels or the Daimyo showed up looking for you." Fuguki explained while carrying me away from Haku, who Ringo sat on top of while giving me the stink eye.
"Did Mei finally come to get some?" I asked and continued gyrating in the big bitch's hold.
"No." Fubuki chuckled darkly, "But I might just take you straight to the meeting the Daimyo like this. That cagey twink looks like he could use a good railing to loosen up."
"Fubuki, ya big bitch, even with the Body Tune Up making you pretty, everyone looks like twinks compared to you." I informed the giantess.
Fubuki suddenly stopped and I felt her shudder, her massive hands repositioned holding me out in front of her, eye to eye with my feet dangling in the air.
"You think I'm pretty?" she asked, her wide mouth making her large sharp teeth very apparent.
"Yeah. Now that you aren't fat and don't smell like a dead shark on a stick, I'd bang." I informed her and she looked down at my erection.
"Shame I'd barely feel your feminine penis." she dismissed me in such a hurtful way.
"Feminine penis?" I shouted in a soon to be violent rage, "This thing is twenty four centimeters! It's a weapon of ass destruction! A tummy pummeling meat hammer!"
Fuguki threw me over her shoulder and wrapped one of the wrecking balls she has on the ends her wrists around my shaft.
"Twink stick." she mocked and continued marching me to wherever they intended to wash and dress me, "I'm pretty sure mine was bigger folded in half."
The body horror of that statement flew right over my head as I contemplated my vengeance. As an expert of the Multi-Size Technique, we'll see who has the last laugh when I ambush her in giant form and drop a cock bigger than she is right on her head. I can't keep up the jutsu for long as I lack the Akimichi ability to convert fat to chakra, but I've got a sea of chakra that keeps getting bigger by the day. More than enough to drop cock like a Greek column on a mean girl.
The gargantuan she-beast dropped me off at the master bathing suite of my kage palace, where a pair of attendants doused, soaped, scrubbed, rinsed then dunked me in a herbal bath that left my skin tingling and a fresh scent clinging to my body. They spread a fatty shaving cream on my face before giving bringing out the straight razor, and after a hot towel wiping massaged a fragrant balm into my hair. Hmmm. Sandalwood.
They dressed me in my fine white robe and black kimono and hakama pants, followed by another of my Kirigakure pinstripe haori. Feeling classy, I took the sheathed Shorikimasu in hand and made a leisurely stroll to the nearby Daimyo's palatial tower. Despite the master nor his family rarely ever in residence, the tower maintained a full staff always, one of the largest sources of non shinobi employment in the village. It existed on a large lot in the heart of the village bordered by a four meter tall screen wall, one of the few within the village due to the three dimensional movements of most of the population rendering them a bit pointless.
I used the front gate and came upon an immaculate courtyard and followed the serving staff escort along the path leading into the tower, a terribly tall thing due to the local love of vertical building. The Daimyo who built this place desired the tallest tower in the village then set the legal limit on building height three stories below his palace. We gained nothing by violating this toothless edict.
Much taller than my wider kage's palace, each floor made my eyes twitch at the raw wealth on display. Expensive woods, golden fastenings, wall panels painted by famous artists, calligraphy scrolls by world renowned figures. Fuck, I saw some poetry on display by Hiruzen purchased for more money than a dozen A ranked missions. All this money is making me envious. I make six hundred fifty thousand ryo (39000 USD) a month just from my Company Salary, and this money is making me envious.
Eventually the bombardment of old money swag ended in a swanky meeting room. The man at the top of the government of the Land of Water sat in a glossy ebony and gold throne at the head of a similar table carved with the image of a notorious battlefield victory by one of his ancestors. At the other end of the table waited a black leather club chair, not a throne like his, but not an insulting place for a man to park his ass. Comfortable too, something I found out without waiting for the man's leave to do so.
With the mahogany home of Shorikimasu leaned against my shoulder I considered just mind raping the man and completing my domination of the Land of Water. Other Daimyo are safe from me, protected so as to not put undue pressure on my 'peers' but my own Daimyo? No such red tape. The man under the fanned and tasseled headdress kept trim for a man in his fifties with all the world's luxuries at his fingertips. I wonder if I could do the same in his shoes. Nah, I'd probably look as much like a pig as the Wind Daimyo.
"I hope my unannounced arrival did not cause undue trouble, Master Momochi." the Daimyo extended pleasantries with his hands steepled before his face.
"I'm sure my people knew of your coming, but knew better than to interrupt me before the necessary time to receive you. I've been breeding my concubine with a great focus the last few days." I let the imposition roll over my shoulder like water off the duck's back.
I didn't expect the man to start softly laughing before resting his face in one hand.
"Finally." the man announced with greater vigor than his previous tone, "I thought that demented midget was supposed to be an improvement on the Third's bloodthirsty madness, but we all know how that turned out. Little bastard only cared about destroying people, and I was worried he'd be replaced by… a woman. It'll be an improvement working with a real red blooded man from now on. Maybe we can finally get something done about the awful state of this country. For the concubines, you know? It's terribly hard to find any good ones locally with the pirates and ninja running amok. I have to import mine just to get any girls that haven't been raped recently."
"I've got plans for that, once I bring the rebels back into the fold, we'll take care of any rogues along with the pirates and bandits." I assured my legal boss, not missing a beat from his wild tonal shift.
"Finally." the man let out a satisfied exhale, "I'll fund the work gladly so long as we can finally be rid of all the scum making my beautiful country look ugly. Now tell me how you plan to end this current civil war."
"I'm going to marry Mei Terumi so the rebels feel like they won something and have a voice in the new administration. Then I'll keep her pregnant and filing paperwork so she can't muck things up." I revealed my dastardly plans to the man in a conspiratorial tone.
"I am so glad that someone in this village understands the power of a good political marriage." the Daimyo sighed and pointed his finger at me, "I personally wouldn't touch Terumi with a six meter pole, but that's just because she has the flat ass of a little boy and the whole, lava and acid thing going on. You're a braver man than me, but one would hope that the Kage is more brave than his Daimyo!"
"I'll drink to that." I told him and he slapped his hand on the expensive table.
"Sake!" he shouted and the serving staff scurried to carry out his command.
"I feel like we just became friends." I announced as they brought out heated saucers and began pouring.
We both raised our saucers and he smiled, "To the most powerful friendship the Land of Water has ever seen!"
"Kanpai!" we both shouted in unison and downed the first of many saucers.
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