CH6: Tsunade Is Stuck

Zack was in the frost fangs at its top, where the wind was harshest. Snow and ice battered his body as he launched a rocket and watched it fly in an orange streak as it arced toward its target. A grin was frozen on his face.

He spent weeks slowly getting his rocket game right, holding off on raising his density. Zack wasn't scared; he was focused on making the most of what he had. Rockets were powerful weapons, and he was starting to simplify them, which led him to his current predicament.

Zack was thinking about getting into puppetry and all that it entailed. No, he wouldn't replace parts of his body that could wait until he gained a heritage. He was thinking more about building power armor and controlling it with chakra strings.

According to Popola, too many sketches were in his office at the Sweet Home. If he kept making them, he might have to move them to a shed near the house. Oh, he was having fun. Popola was right about having hobbies. He liked watching rockets fly and explode.

…

Lord Commander Jeor Mormont wiped the last grease of his breakfast with a piece of stale bread and took a bite. The men were in good spirits. Black brothers ate and chatted about their duties, health, and the women they had been with. It was a typical day in the night's watch as far as they were concerned. News of fiery explosions from the frost fangs wasn't discussed among the rank and file. It was information his first ranger brought him along with rumors from the wildlings.

It sounded fanciful, like the tales of dead men rising and the White Walkers themselves.

According to the Thenns, a fire sorcerer has made his home on the tallest mountain in the Frost fangs and has taken enmity with the second tallest. He has begun unleashing his ire with great fiery explosions. They happen every few nights, and Benjen, his first ranger, plans to lead an expedition to see what truth those rumors hold. It was not an actual range, only a tiny elite group meant to gather information and return quickly. The king was coming to Winterfell, and his first ranger needed to be there to lobby the king for more support.

The old gods knew they needed it. Jeor cracked his old hands and stared at his empty plate. "Corn," his crow cawed and pecked at his bowl.

"Corn?" The bird flapped away.

…

Zack raised his hand and focused as a fifth fireball tried to form. It wasn't a matter of resources or power. He had plenty of both. He imagined the singularity, and a cold shiver fell down his spine. He would only make it stronger if he grew stronger in pressure and density. No, he needed to raise his skills to their uppermost limits.

To that effect, he worked on his rockets. They also helped him with the others. He aimed rockets from the highest mountain in the frost fangs and fired them on gathering wights. So far, there have been no Wight Walkers who are brave enough to show themselves. Zack wasn't sure how many there were, to begin with.

He surveyed the once-pristine mountain closest to him. It was full of craters and black patches of ice. Forming a single rocket to maintain four fireballs took the same concentration. That's why he struggled to increase his number every day. It wasn't just because it was fun but because he needed proof that he was progressing toward his goal.

His dreams became clearer even without his growing power. Last night, it looked back at him. Popola told him it was only his imagination, but he knew. The black hole was changing shape. Soon, it would look like a person, and then it would come after Zack.

The sounds of horses knocked him out of his concentration, and his fifth fireball faded along with the rest as his concentration broke. That happened often when he stopped his practice. Forming rockets was tedious because he had to draw seals to keep them together.

He stared at his remaining five rockets, which had yet to be unleashed, and at the riders, who were taking a path up the mountain.

Zack could use Soul Ice and put a wall up to block them. He could fire off a rocket and blow their formation to bits. Nothing stopped him from spraying them with a cone of fire and watching them burn. Options for destruction were open. Zack suspected that if he wanted to, he could tear them apart with his bare hands or obliterate them with well-timed strikes. From his estimation, it would be two days before they reached him. That was plenty of time to remove a possible obstacle.

A portal opened behind him, and Tsunade stepped out. "Are you having fun?" She eyed the riders off in the distance. "Are you going to let them ride here before speaking with them?" Tsunade asked.

"Do you think it would be a dick move?" Zack asked.

"Absolutely, but if they have something important to say, they will make the trip. If not, they'll turn back, and we've lost nothing," Tsunade said.

"That's rather passive of you," Zack said.

"Don't needle me about being passive. You've been working on your technique on this mountain for months." She looked around, seeing blackened craters all over the frozen valleys around them. "Are you at least causing the army of the dead trouble?"

"They can't seem to get past my rockets. Accuracy aside, they hit hard and did a lot of damage." Zack said.

She looked around and nodded. "Your rockets might be an S rank technique with range alone. Don't get me wrong, there are snipers and Genjutsu experts that would take you out in a real ninja war, but good job. You do good work for a fresh as fallen snow practical academy student." Tsunade smirked at him and shivered. "Come home. I need some help with something under the bed."

Zack raised an eyebrow and followed her through the portal.

They appeared in their bedroom, and Tsunade took off her bear skin coat to show off. She wore a green miniskirt and a white top, showing off her magnificent bust. She turned her attention to their California king-sized bed with 600 thread-count silk sheets. Tsunade lowered herself to her knees and shoved herself under the bed. Her skirt ran up, exposing her very naked pink slit dripping from anticipation and the use of her new toy on the nightstand. Above her peach was her butthole, newly bleached pink on the inner top and bottom with dark wrinkles on the edges and sides. The untouched circle of forbidden womanly delight tightened before Tsunade said the words he never expected her to say.

"Help, I'm stuck under the bed and can't get out," Tsunade said.

Zack's mouth opened and froze. This was a surprise; he had never known he wanted so much until he had it. Tsunade shook her butt in front of him and acted like she was stuck under the bed. She had the nerve to stare back at him and smirk.

That was it. He was going to fuck her unstuck from the bed. He grabbed her hips.

"What are you doing? Shouldn't you be helping me?"

"I am," Zack said.

He undressed shakily, throwing his clothes into the laundry basket for Popola. That girl insisted on doing their laundry and cleaning.

Zack fell to his knees and breathed in the scent of his treat. He was already rock hard from the sight, but the smell of Tsunade's pussy and ass on display was mind-blowing. He wanted to slip into her squishy depths and let her anime pussy milk him forever drop but held off. No, she wanted this to be a good time, and he moved the chakra to his tongue.

It extended two inches, which was the limit of his skill with the technique. He stuck his tongue out; it was much longer, thicker, and more prehensile. Zack slapped it against her ass and tasted her firm booty. She shivered as he slid his tongue down between her cheeks and slipped it against her clit. Sticky fingers were the best. She squirmed as he lapped at her clit and rubbed her slit. She rocked her boot from side to side to get his tongue between her juicy pink lips.

He licked her once, then twice, tasting the heady juices of such a powerful woman on her knees. The taste was magnificent, and he needed more anime. Girls were addictive, especially when he could keep going indefinitely.

Zack gave her pussy a tongue bath for half an hour, only teasing the entrance but never entirely stuffing her full of his tongue. He played with the technique of shrinking his tongue when her hungry pussy tried to force the issue.

It was time her thighs were drenched with her juices. This was the best. Despair from his nightmares was defeated by Tsunade's sexy-as-hell anime pussy.

He coiled his tongue and pressed it slowly but forcefully against her entrance; her hips rose, and his tongue shot into her. Powerful muscles clenched, driving rippling walls against his tongue as she poured her juices down his throat as she squirted while he formed a seal around her pussy with his lips.

Zack felt her asshole wink as his nose pressed against the tight hole. He slowly withdrew his tongue as his cock dripped pre on the ground. He felt hearts appear in his eyes as he stared at her untouched ass hole. Sexual Calibration wouldn't fail him. They were always ready to do the dirty work, and his tongue wanted to travel down Tsunade's old dirt road.

He licked her back door, and she froze. "What are you doing?"

He licked her again, and her black cherry tightened almost to a pinprick. Zack licked his lips. There was no stopping him.

"I'm giving you a tongue lashing."

"No, that hole is exit only," Tsunade said.

He pressed his tongue against her rear entrance, and she moaned as her puckered paradise gave in. She stretched as his tongue wiggled inside of her. Tsunade was impossibly clean within, thanks to Sexual Calibration. He twirled his tongue inside of her, and she only groaned as he slowly pushed down, and she squirted on his chin. Sometimes it was easier to hit a girl's G-spot through the ass.

He pulled away from her wet holes and stared down at his poor precum-spewing dick that made a mess on the floor Popola would have to clean up. Tsunade shook her booty at him, clearly emphasizing that she was ready.

When his meat stick touched her entrance, it was rapture. He couldn't believe how tight she was even after the tongue fucking he gave her. Zack sunk in balls deep and felt her clamp down on him. He grabbed her ass and dropped his hips, lining up with her, and slammed into her. Wet smacks filled the air as he slammed into Tsunade.

Tsunade's blonde hair caught his eye, and he reached out and grabbed it. She moaned and tightened more on his dick. It was incredible. He pulled, freeing her from the bed to see her hands pinching her nipples. Zack raised, holding her up on his rock-solid shaft. He pulled her head back and sucked on her neck. His hand slid between her breasts before grabbing one. She pressed her butt against him getting one more inch in as she used chakra control to anchor herself. Zack grinned and humped harder into her solid form.

"Keep going. I'm about to," Zack grunted and continued pounding into her before his balls released, and he kept going as he dumped his load into her hungry anime pussy. Her cunny rolled, and he felt her squirt, pouring her juices out as he filled her. Her pussy clamped, and he felt like a cork keeping her full of cum.

He stared down at her lightly fuzzy blonde pussy red and swollen from their lovemaking. The sweet home was repairing a crack in the bed frame he hadn't noticed.

Zack pulled out and stared at the Tsunade. She smirked and grabbed his dick. "Better dig deep. We aren't done yet. You have one final mission before you can take a break." Tsunade raised a leg and placed her foot atop the nightstand exposing her dripping cunny and a pinprick of a butthole. "Do it now before I lose my nerve," Tsunade said.

He didn't need to be told twice. He pressed against her butthole and felt it stretch as she backed into him. "Grab my legs. I want to feel you impale me." Tsunade said.

The contractor did just that and pressed his chest against her back and grabbed her knees. Tsunade let her body sink to the base of his cock. He was as deep inside her as he could be, and her black cherry squeezed him.

"This shouldn't feel so good. Do you feel that?" Tsunade asked.

Zack was half out of it and already about to bust his load into her. Her tight anal ring slammed around his cock, stopping him. Then her colon constricted, and he groaned. "Do you feel like talking now?"

"I love it, you crazy bitch." Zack said and let go of her thighs while anchoring himself with chakra and leaning back. Tsunade spread her legs wide and squirted on the wall. Zack grabbed her big juicy boobs, and as Tsunade used her foot to hold her new toy, a vibrating licker from the nightstand. She moved it to her hand, turned it on, and suctioned it to her clit. She moaned and came as her insides squeezed his cock. Zack groaned and came inside of her. It was all he could do. As she pleasured herself with her toy, he filled her.

When they finished, Zack pulled his cock out and saw Tsunade's asshole gape for a moment before she clenched it back down to a pinprick.

…

Days later, a more relaxed Zack waited as men climbed the icy cliffs with picks and ropes. He sent a rocket hurtling over the horizon before it curved and landed only a few dozen miles off target. This time, two missiles fired aimed at his target from two different directions. Both landed within the same radius of the target. A few more rockets fired off, and the result hadn't changed. A barrier of some kind protected the tree from his rockets.

Zack found it fascinating. "You know I could just break their barrier, and you could blow them up," Popola said.

She leaned against his shoulder on an ice bench he created from his pressure. It was curved and decorated with icy images of the flowers Popola and Devola wore in their hair. Zack hypothesized they were somehow related to the intoners or even the black flower from the Drakenguard world.

He didn't voice his opinion that they could be tools of the god that sought the destruction of humanity because it didn't make them. He didn't want to make any of his waifus sad unless it was for their good.

"Aren't you cold?" Popola asked.

"No, the cold hasn't bothered me since I figured it out. I think there are more elements I can learn to use and ways to wield my powers better."

"I sense that you haven't grown stronger magically since you had the nightmares. Are they the reason?"

Zack looked away. It was frustrating holding himself back so that the entity couldn't swallow him whole. He wouldn't have to worry about stopping the long night if it grew much more robust. He wouldn't have to worry about anything anymore. A part of him knew that wasn't the end of it. Once a winner was determined, something would happen to him.

"I will wait to grow stronger. Let's get a few more elements under my belt: the power armor and the rockets down. Then I'll risk growing a little stronger." Zack said.

"I could teach you some magic verses. Maso is stored in my body, but I don't think you need it to use verse magic."

It was another resource Zack could try. There were other worlds and other sources of power. Chakra was something he could go heavier in. It was supposed to be a mix of physical and mental energy. Well, he needed to become much stronger physically. To that end, what could he do?

Well, there were seals to increase weights. Maybe old-fashioned weight training was the best option. There was also Tsunade's chakra-control super strength, but he didn't have the control for it.

A gloved hand touched the mountain peak as Zack sat with Popola and waited.

"This is so exciting. What do you think the humans will be like?" Popola asked.

"I'm human," Zack said.

Popola rolled her eyes. "You know what I mean. These humans have never heard of White Chlorination Syndrome and seem stuck in the medieval age. What will they think of an android?"

Zack shrugged. "They might freak out and fall off the mountain."

She covered her mouth. "That's horrible. Why would you say that."

"The most complicated tool they know of is a mill that grinds grain," Zack said.

"So, will we need to uplift them as well and start an age of learning? I could teach children to read and write, and we could build a printing press. That could be fun." Popola said.

"It could be, but let's wait for this guy to show himself." The man threw himself over the side and sucked in heavy breaths. Frost covered his beard, took a metal peg, and hammered it into the rock before looping and tying a rope around it.

The man turned his attention to them. Zack smiled, and Popola waved. "Hey, welcome to the top of the mountain. I'll start a fire." Popola said a strange word, and a few logs of wood from their sweet home caught fire. The man stumbled forward and pressed his hands against the flames.

He turned his head and stared Zack in the eyes. "My name is Benjen Stark, First Ranger of the night's watch. I'm here to ask the Fire Sorcerer of the Frost Fangs what your motives are."

"My motives," Zack said. "Why does a man with a bow climb a tree during a war?"