Return To Monke - 1

The next morning, as the dawn came and the sun rose up bit by bit into the sky, found Daiki sitting on the edge of his bed. Lewd, wet slurping sounds echoed throughout the room, bouncing off the walls.

Between his legs, the naked, voluptuous form of Anko had her lips wrapped around the fat head of his cock, as her hands slowly stroked up and down the rigid manhood, and she worshipped his balls with her tongue.

Only possible thanks to how long she could make her tongue. It was a novel blowjob for sure, way better than Kurenai had given him. Granted, he'd given her quite a bit of coaching…all night long.

"That's it," Daiki gave a lip bitten grin, hand fisted in her hair, no longer held up in the her typical spiky ponytail, "Good girl." he praised.

Anko popped her lips off of his cock head and looked up at him, giving him a tired, but dry gaze, "You know, I'm not a dog brat." she rolled her eyes, but even as she did, she pressed her lips against his cock head once more and gave it a smooch as she held his gaze.

"Coulda fooled me," Daiki laughed, "What with how I made you my bitch last night and all."

Despite her confident demeanor even now, Anko shuddered in remembrance. He had stayed true to his word and fucked her all night long. She had much more stamina than Kurenai, so despite it being her first time, once she adjusted to getting fucked by his cock and adapted to it after getting healed a few times to speed up the process, she lasted much longer.

Which wasn't actually half as impressive as that sounded, because all it meant was that she got fucked for longer and in more positions by him, from traditional average positions like missionary, to straight up full nelson in front of a mirror where he made her watch as her face twisted up into goofy fucked silly expressions as he bounced her on his dick.

"Cocky fucker." Anko huffed at him, but didn't stop worshipping his cock with her lips.

"That I am," Daiki agreed with a shit eating grin as the older woman lathering his cock with her saliva, but as she did, he cast a look out of the window, chakra focusing within his eyes and sighed, "Though, it's about time I get a move on."

"Hm?" Anko raised an eyebrow at him, even as she opened her lips and began bobbing her head up and down on his dick.

"I need to head over to see the old man soon," Daiki explained, easing his grip on the woman's hair and gently raking his fingers through her purple tresses, "My training with him begins today."

Not that his training ever ended, even when he was in the process of fucking Anko, his clones were diligently going at it and through the night quite a few had popped, giving him their memories, well, more like a few hundred and the mastery of four of the earth jutsu he'd pilfered from those rock humpers in the Forest of Death.

Anko pulled her lips from his cock with a loud, wet sloppy pop sound and shook her head, "Man, it really is surreal," she sighed, "When you say that, it really hammers in that a cocky little arrogant punk like you is next in line to be Hokage."

Daiki shrugged, he was right there with her on that matter. He could hardly believe it either, the crap that old man got from Kusa to smoke must have been some real good shit.

"Hey now, insulting your future Hokage like that is probably a crime," the teenager replied, wagging his finger at the woman between his legs, "I could punish you for that you know."

"…Oh no…." Anko gave him a totally deadpan reply, "Whatever will I do? The pervy next Hokage is angry at me, he'll probably dress me up in some slutty costume and fuck me all night long…oh wait, that already happened and I liked it."

Heh.

"I didn't dress you up in a slutty costume," he pointed out, "Though your usual outfit counts for the slutty part for sure."

"I don't see you denying that you'd like to dress me up in a different one though." Anko smirked at him.

"And the floor is made of floor," Daiki rolled his eyes back at her, "As if I would. Though I wonder what would look best on you? Maybe a bunny costume, or a harem girl outfit." he mused.

"Want me to feed you grapes while you lounge in a throne while I'm at it?" Anko asked, raising an eyebrow at him.

"Sounds good to me." he shrugged.

With that said though, he stood up and stretched out his arms, his large, naked ball sack dangling directly in front of Anko's face.

The woman whistled as she looked up at his towering cock, "Damn, you know, seeing it from this angle makes me wonder how I took that monster all night long." she chuckled lightly.

He grasped his cock around the base at her words, before slapping it against her forehead, "You're just built different." Daiki praised, his smirk returning.

While he was hard still, it wasn't that long ago he deposited a load in the woman beneath him, it sucked he couldn't blow another all over her face and tits right now, but it would take too long.

"Fuck yeah I am," Anko's own smirk widened, and she crossed her arms under her huge naked tits proudly, "And don't you forget it."

He wanted to wreck her again and blow out her back…again.

But, as much as he wanted to, the grind came first. Orgasms were temporary, but the grind was eternal!

"Right then, I'm hitting up a shower before heading out," Daiki told her, "You wanna join me?"

"…I would but I still can't feel my legs," Anko shrugged, "I'll just get one when I can walk in a straight line again and head home."

Daiki rolled his eyes before reaching down and grasping the woman under her armpits and hefting her up, "What are you-?" Anko began to ask in surprise, before giving a yelp as he tossed her onto the bed, landing face first on his pillow, back arched into the air.

'Face down, ass up that's the way we like to fuck.' Daki couldn't help but remember the line of a song from his other life as he eyed her.

And my god was it tempting to just get on the bed and rail her bouncy round ass silly again.

But the grind came first.

"You can stay here and sleep it off, no rush." he assured her. It wasn't like he had anything to fear from her in his house alone, anything possibly damning was kept in his palm seals.

And Isobu had his little clone lounging in the pond still, who kept track of things when he was out.

"…Well it's comfier than my bed," Anko admitted, her voice muffled by the pillow, "You sure you're not just saying that so when you get back you can just plough me again?" she asked, wiggling her full ass at him.

"That would be a solid idea," he nodded, "If I were planning on coming back anytime soon."

He probably wouldn't be back home for a good few days. He'd most likely be at where he was gonna train with the old man and getting the most out of it and would just sleep there outside to maximize his training time.

If he slept at all that was.

"…You're a weird kid, y'know that?" Anko turned her head to give him an odd glance.

"I do," he shrugged, she wasn't wrong. But, he wasn't just going to leave things like that with her. He walked around the bed to stand by her side and grasped his cock at the base, before slapping it against her lips, "Now give daddy a kiss goodbye."

Anko snorted, but she did so anymore, giving his dick a big wet sloppy smooch, "Bye bye daddy~" she cooed at him, "Have a good time getting beat up by an old man."

"I will, thank you." Daiki replied, before spanking her across her bubbly round ass clad with static electricity, drawing a squeal from the woman before moving on to go have a shower and get ready.