There is a conspiracy against hairy women

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The companies do this to make profit. They introduced so many harmful chemicals to our health like Deoderent, skin whitening cream etc.

Alpha woman Omega Man

It surprises Rajesh how long it takes for them talk about claiming bites. To talk seriously, that is, and not just for Rajesh to voice his continuing amazement, each time they have sex, that any bites Shanu presses to his skin, anywhere, do not break the skin. At first, her apparent reluctance almost annoys him, or at least embarrasses him, until he realises that she is giving him time to figure out his thoughts on the matter, not those of the surface world or the ones of Atlantis with which he is now being faced.

He appreciates it in the end. Because when he asks her to claim him, even in the midst of heated kisses, he knows that he means it, and can see in her eyes that she knows the same.

“Yes,” she breathes, and if he wasn’t already panting he would have been from the way that the desire in her eyes made his head spin.

Rajesh stretches up his neck, automatically, and though Shanu bends to press a kiss to his throat there is no hint of her teeth there. Instead, her fingers brush aside the fabric already askew on his right shoulder, dusting lightly over his skin.

“Here, though,” she says. “Or somewhere else that is usually hidden. Such things are private, after all.”

Atlantis is so strange sometimes. He might be gently teased for his glasses or the occasional word he still struggles to pronounce, or the way that he still blushes whenever his wife walks in the room and catches his eye in just the right way, but there has never been a word against him for being an omega. And for such an enclosed place – quite literally, the whole city was within a giant dome – there never seemed to be the oppressive stink of pheromones.

“Oh, yeah.” The reply stumbles from his lips. “You said that, didn’t you? That – ohhh…”

No language he has ever spoken lives up to the feeling of Shanu’s lips against his skin, the faint graze of her teeth that gives it an edge of promise. She lies on top of him among their blankets and scattered cushions, but her weight does not feel as if it is pinning him. It never has. Instead he feels hyper-aware of every breath rocking them together, of her hips against his and the taut, strong planes of her muscles as they shift against him. Her hair brushes cool against his skin, and he would swear that he can feel some of the gold beads there, but it is hard to focus on anything else than the movements of her tongue, tracing shapes and alternating firm and teasing.

“It’s really hard to think when you do that,” he says.

Shanu laughs, the sound a burr against his skin that runs straight to his core, and he hitches his breath. “Here?” she says, breaking the contact of her mouth for just long enough for him to think.

He tries to think where else she could mean that would be reliably hidden by the clothes he wears. The thought of Shanu’s teeth against his ass or thighs makes his face positively burn, his cock twitch and slick quicken on his skin all at once, and he swallows. “There,” he says aloud.

For a moment, Shanu shifts her body up, pressure all along him as she reaches to kiss him on the mouth again. For all that he can feel the heat of the body, the shifts of her hips, and see the desire in her eyes, her lips are tender against his and her touch lingers.

“I love you,” he blurts out. It always comes out when he doesn’t mean it to, and whenever he plans to say it, he finds himself tongue-tied.

Of course, Shanu realised that long ago, and her smile is warm and affectionate. “Gim mohtem hipesemik,” she purrs.

Then her head bows to his shoulder, and Rajesh lets his own head fall back among the cushions, eyes falling closed before he even feels the touch of her teeth to his skin. A pause, and he wonders if Shanu feels as nervous as he does; he can smell fear, faintly, but is fairly sure that is his own. Being in Atlantis, where they have their own ways of dealing with heats and ruts, has certainly done wonders for his sense of smell. Shanu pushes back her hair, kisses his collarbone one last time – almost chastely – and runs one fingertip along his trapezius.

That was one word he never had thought to ask for in Atlantean.

He barely has time for the odd thought to strike him before her teeth are sinking into his skin. A hiss of pain escapes his lips, because he isn’t high on heat and climax, and even if the teeth of alphas have evolved to be sharper for this very purpose, there’s only so sharp they can get. A fast pinch, then a deep burning pain, and his body tenses against Shanu’s but now her weight put him under control, and his arms wrap around her broad back, fingers touching so tightly that he has the distant thought that he will leave bruises.

But the endorphins flood after it, the pleasure. He has always been dubious, wondered how it could feel good to have teeth slicing through skin and muscle, but it is Shanu, it is his wife, and it is like he is breathing her into him. Like her warmth is sliding under his skin, igniting into pleasure in his veins. He can feel the way that his erection is pressing against her, and it might have been embarrassing were it not for the way that she shifts, just her weight against his, and the slightest movement of her mouth makes fireworks go off behind his eyes.

Hot pleasure pulses through him, and he makes a choking sound. His hips buck, and it takes him a few seconds to realise, in astonishment, that he has climaxed still fully-clothed beneath her, from just the bite sinking into him. The knowledge that he is hers, and she is his, and the way that his body thrums with rightness at the feeling of being close to her.

By all rights, it should make it more embarrassing, not less, but his body knows that this is right. His mind just had to untangle a few things about the how and why.

Dazed and breathless, he can only really notice that his glasses are wonky and that his view of the ceiling was slightly blurred. His still-sensitive cock twitches against Shanu’s hip, and he considers adjusting himself but cannot even complete the thought before Shanu is carefully withdrawing her teeth and pulling away, looking at his shoulder with careful eyes and wiping her mouth clean. He cannot even see any blood there.

For a moment, he wonders if she will ask him some question or other about it, but then their eyes meet and he can see that she knows, that the love which must be glowing in his eyes speaks even more strongly than the reactions of his body. He sits up after her to kiss her again, yearning for her small hairs on her upper lips, and one of her hands slides into his hair as she kisses him back breathlessly. Her breasts press against him, and one thing which he had not really anticipated about Atlantis was how much skin there is, how even fully-clothed can mean expanses of bare skin to press together. Most of the time, he has become used to it, aware of its practicality in the heat and in a world where sunburn is impossible, but in moments like this it can still feel almost overwhelming.

“Shanu,” he breathes against her mouth, between and through their kisses. Her tongue brushes his lips, and his head rushes. Their bodies seem to fit together without thought, her thighs tightening on his hips, and she pulls him into her lap completely. Heat pools between their bodies, and they press together as if trying to reach beneath each other’s skin. Perhaps they are. He can barely think, but he knows that as his head whirls like this he would willingly subsume himself into Shanu.

She tips her weight, and with a yelp Rajesh is pulled over with her, both of them tumbling down. Spitting out her hair, Rajesh tries to look stern at her laughter, but it is utterly impossible and he gives up within a few seconds. Shanu squeezes her arms around him, then relaxes her hold, having successfully put him on bed oh his back completely.

“Wrestling is cheating,” he says. He reaches up to adjust his glasses, which are threatening to slide off his face.

Shanu just smirks, unrepentant. “I have tried to teach you to wrestle,” she says.

And it has never managed to turn into a lesson, always devolving into fondling or into sex. Not that Rajesh is complaining, but they both know why such lessons only take place in their private chambers. He settles for huffing, unimpressed, before his smile overwhelms him again at the warmth in her eyes.

“Here,” she says. Reaching down and between them, she undoes her skirt, and Rajesh stammers something that does not quite manage to be words. Shanu’s frankness never has ceased to take him by surprise, but this would be quite something even for her. She unwraps her skirt, lets it fall carelessly open, and hitches down one side of her briefs beneath. “It would be the best place.”

He can see the line of her hip beneath her skin, the faint taut V of muscle and the line of bone. He yearns to rub his cheek to her skin, anywhere, anywhere at all, and feels the stirring of his erection again.

“Rajesh?”

“Hmm?” it takes effort to drag his attention back to her eyes. “Here. Where? What?”

“I know it is not the shoulder, but my shoulders are usually visible,” Shanu says. He’s still not quite sure what she means, distracted by thoughts of how she tastes. “Here is… usually acceptable, for a bite. If you would not prefer elsewhere.”

“Bite?” he frowns. “Bite – bite you? Who would be biting you?”

She props herself up on her elbows, looking at him as if he is quite mad for a moment, and then smiles that same easy smile. “You, Rajesh,” she says. “The bond is equal, and not possession, remember?”

If he were not already flushed, he would have blushed even brighter when she offered him the words all over again. He has lost track of how many times she has said that, in Atlantis, alphas and omegas were considered to have equal influence over each other. Not as Rajesh had always been told, that one day he would need to find an alpha to take care – by which everyone meant control – of him. In Atlantis, they were complementary.

“I never thought…” he says softly.

Her smile softened. “You do not have to, if you do not want to.”

But god, he does want to, something primal stirring in him. Something older than Atlantis stirs in his chest, and he thinks of what it would be like to know that his mark is on Shanu’s skin, that everywhere she goes she carries part of him with her. He isn’t sure what to make of that desire, has not had the time to think it through as he has accepting a bite himself. Even after all this time, their communication might need some work.

There has not been a lot in Rajesh’s life that he has done impulsively. For so many years, he has been used to planning things in advance, thinking them through and probably over-thinking them along the way. For once, he makes a design.

“I do,” he says.

Shanu kisses him again, bright and joyful and with an edge of laughter on her lips as she straightens his glasses for him even when pulling away. She lies back, and it is only as Rajesh settles between her legs that he realises just how this would look, and certainly does blush brighter for it. He can feel the heat of his cheeks, so strong that Shanu is probably aware of it on her thigh as well, but concentrates on how it feels to press a kiss to her skin.

It is still strange, trying to pluck up the courage to bite. Shanu’s fingers trace through his hair, her other hand still in his view beside her hip, and he kisses the beautiful smooth line of her skin. She tastes so clean, no chemicals, no sooty air, no perfumes. And that is magical as well.

Closing his eyes, Rajesh kisses her skin again, slower this time and more lingering, letting his tongue trace over her body hairs. Her legs shift beneath him, as if she is trying to find somewhere comfortable, and he can feel the slight quickening of her breath as he tests with his teeth. It’s harder than he expected to even get the skin to give.

He almost asks her if she is sure, but he recognised the feeling when she kissed him that one more time. Gratitude. Sometimes he has wondered how it must feel, after that long alone, to finally have a mate. Thirty-three seemed old enough.

“Okay,” he breathes, largely to himself, and draws back the inches enough to take one more look at the skin of her hip. He knows where her clothes usually sit, where would be best to set his teeth, but even so feels another jolt of nervousness at the thought.

His own shoulder still throbs, tight and hot and uncomfortably pleasurable in a way that he isn’t wholly sure what to feel about. Shanu bit fast and sure, and he supposes that is the best way, after all. One fierce crash of pain, and the body rushing with pleasure in its wake.

With one final, nervous lick of his lips, he darts in, and bites down.

Definitely harder than he would have thought. For an instant, he can feel that his teeth are not even breaking the skin, and when they do Shanu grunts beneath him, her hand tightening in her hair. But then her grunt turns to gasps, ragged on the air, and he feels the heat of her body and the pounding of her pulse in her thigh.

He isn’t sure how long he’s supposed to keep hold, but it probably doesn’t matter really. He waits until Shanu’s breathing seems to have slowed again, her fingers relaxing, and then carefully draws away. There’s less of a taste of blood than he expected, as well. Perhaps that’s a pheromones thing, making them bleed less. He isn’t sure whether he’s read that somewhere. He is just wondered whether it would have been a good idea for them to bring water to swill out their mouths with when Shanu pulls him to her again, chest-to-chest, and kisses him crushingly hard.

She smells so good. He should probably have more evocative words, but he has never been able to come up with them, beyond perhaps perfect. Every breath that he takes of her makes his body feel more soothed, more whole, and when she kisses him agressively and runs her hands over his smooth skin it ignites something in the centre of his chest that he had never expected to feel.

“Thank you,” Shanu breathes against him, so soft that at first he thinks that he has imagined the words. But, to his astonishment, they are truly there. “Thank you.”

He doesn’t know what to say, and kisses her instead, keeping their mouths all but constantly together. Hands fumble at his clothes, and without hesitation he starts peeling them away, both of them plucking at their own and each other’s clothes and tossing them aside thoughtlessly. It is only them who are going to have to tidy them up again, after all. He cups Shanu’s breasts, feeling her hard nipples against his palms, and in return she divests him of his clothes in easy, elegant movements.

When her hands find his underwear, she laughs, bright and unrestrained against him. “You still wear them,” she says.

Rajesh mutters something to the tune that she manages to be surprised every time that he wears them, which is still more days than not. Sometimes he plucks up the courage to wear the considerably smaller Atlantean style of underwear, little more than a wrap around his crotch, but it still feels strange compared to the handful of pairs of underwear he had bought down from the surface with him. They have been worn and washed so often that they have grown soft and thin, but they are still his.

Shanu nips at his lip. “Maybe I should try them on someday.”

Another indignant sound leaves him, but he cannot even make words, not when she has slid one hand inside his underwear to stroke along the length of his cock. His hips rock into her hand without conscious thought, and he can feel the slick at the top of his thighs. He wants her, not just some animal need, and if he is honest then it has felt amazing every time he has chosen to give in to the rush of desire that Shanu draws from him.

“But for now, maybe we should try them off,” she breathes.

Nodding, and almost dislodging his glasses, Rajesh pushes his underwear down and almost crawls out of them, still trying to press kisses to Shanu’s lips. He isn’t sure whether kisses are supposed to feel so sweet as this, whether they are supposed to feel hotter than skin and make his head whirl and blood pound. Maybe it’s a mate thing. Maybe it’s a Shanu thing. “And yours,” he thinks to breathe as well, hooking his fingers into her briefs.

With a laugh, Shanu lies back, raising her hips and allowing Rajesh to more easily peel her clothes away. He presses a kiss to her knee in passing, running a hand over her other thigh, until Shanu’s firm hand comes to cup his jaw and turn him to face her.

“I want you,” he breathes, the words almost lost against her hand.

Her thumb traces his lips. “I want to see you,” she says in reply.

Rajesh knows immediately what she means, but still feels his cheeks grow hot. Their sex had not been adventurous; at least, he did not think it was, although it was not as if he had a great range of experience to refer to. They had experimented in having sex as betas did, and found it pleasurable, but not as much so as each other’s mouths or hands, and nothing compared to her big cock within him. For that, at least a part of him understands the way that people always spoke with such fascination about sex. But they stick to the same positions, and Shanu would kiss Rajesh’s shoulders and wrap her hands around his hips as she moulded her body to his.

Bending down, he kisses her again, knowing that he will lose his nerve if he has to look her in the eye as he does this. Again, it is the difference of Atlantis to be so frank; he knows that Shanu will even be less blunt around him, sometimes. But on the surface, he has only been used to either prim refusals to speak of sex, or the bawdy bantering of male alphas and betas. He had the impression that there was similar camaraderie, at least, among women, but omega males were not really part of that circle. Sometimes, he does not even know the words in English for what he wants to say, let alone Atlantean.

As their lips meet, Shanu moans softly, her hands coming up to trace his chest. As he gets used to the physical life of Atlantis, he is slowly developing his muscles there, something which has both surprised and amused him. Astride her hips, he slips one hand down beneath them, ignoring his own twitching erection and following the muscles of Shanu’s stomach down to her groin.

He had not quite known what to expect, the first time that they had made love with slow intent rather than that rushing, tumbling need for each other. Now, though, his fingers know their path, parting her to feel the wetness beneath. Shanu rolls her fingers over his nipple, tongue tracing his lips, as his fingers slip lower until his fingers almost brush at her entrance, and he can feel the nudging of her cock just starting to extend. He cups the head, and Shanu gasps; he learnt quickly how much more sensitive she is, her 12" of super thick cock usually protected inside her.

“Rajesh,” she breathes.

He loves the way that his name sounds on her tongue, always has, and kisses it from her lips as she rocks against him. Already he feels so wet, and his legs start to shake as the smell of her arousal overwhelms him, her cock coming to rest in his hand. His fingers are wet from her entrance, and he uses that to stroke along her length, making her moan and shudder beneath him. It’s still such a strange feeling to know that he has this control over her, this power almost, and when he feels it, he always understands a little what Shanu means when she talks about alphas and omegas being equally powerful over each other.

Shanu’s eyes flutter closed, and Rajesh draws back just far enough that he can see her, her lips flushed and shining, her breath heaving. He strokes gently along the length of her shaft, down to brush his fingers very lightly over her knot but not giving her the pressure that he knows she needs, and her gasp sends a shiver down him.

Guiding her, he brings them together, and almost lets out a sob when she first starts to enter him. It always feels so right, the pleasure sexual and more, and Shanu cries out his name as he starts to sink down onto big monster cock. Her hand goes to his hip, thumb pressing against his hipbone uncomfortably, but then her eyes open and she smiles. And oh, but that smile could melt away the world for him.

He sinks down onto her, slowly, for all that he is so slick that it makes it as easy as breathing. His thighs tremble as he feels her stretch him out, filling his body as her smile fills his heart. The pressure of her fingers lessens, until she is more cradling his hips, thighs tense as she resists sinking deep into him. He has come to know that tension well.

“You are so impossible,” she says, softly, her eyes not leaving his as sinks down almost to the point of her knot. “My impossible, beautiful feminine husband.”

Her hand drifts down his stomach, and before he can realise what she intends, her hand wraps around his comparable small 5" cock and he gasps at the contact. It always feels so much more sensitive when she is already inside him. He catches himself with his hands, legs feeling weak for a moment, and Shanu squeezes his hip with one hand as the fingers of the other trail along his cock.

“You’re… impossible, always like to feel how small is my cock compare to you” he says, unable to manage anything more as she rubs her thumb over the head of his cock and his ability to think is shattered. Shanu laughs, low and rumbling and beautiful, and Rajesh would probably laugh along were it not for the way that it made her cock shift in him, like juddering bolts of pleasure.

Instead he lower himself and kisses her again, moving in slow and shallow thrusts against her, breathing in the scent of their mingled arousal. Shanu’s teeth scrape his lips, and he shivers, even as her touch grows firmer on his cock. Her hips lift to thrust deeper into him, until he feels the beginning of her knot against his entrance. But no, he decides, not yet; though knotting like this might theoretically make for a better way to talk, in practice neither of them is particularly coherent.

Her hand pumps at his cock still, and he shudders, already feeling the building rush of climax again. “Shanu,” he breathes against her. “You’ll make – ah! – more mess–”

She keeps her hand on his head and runs her tongue along the line of his jaw, until her nose nudges his hairline and her lips meet his ear. Waves of her scent roll over him, rich and strong as the earth and as clear as the light of the crystal. She is Atlantis, and he should only ever have expected that. Nuzzling into her hair, he feels his mind fill with fuzz, and his hips twitch awkwardly as he attempts to thrust into her hand.

“We always make a mess,” she says, right against his ear, voice warm with amusement. She grinds against him, tilting her hips to deepen the angle, and as pleasure makes him tremble and stars fill his eyes she pumps more insistently at his cock.

He tries to respond, but it comes out a gasp, and before he knows it he comes across her hand, her stomach, hot white bursts behind his eyes. His hands clench in the sheets, and he moans Shanu’s name as the climax crashes through him.

Shanu all but purrs in his ear, a sound that should not be so arousing and primal both at once. She nuzzles the sensitive spot just below his ear, then as the clouds in his head are still clearing draws back, and uses her hands on his hips to guide them apart.

He can feel the twitching of her cock against his thighs, understands the unspoken desperation in her touch. The loss of her within him is an ache, but he knows what she intends. He tries to linger in a kiss for as long as possible, craning his neck even if it makes the bite to his shoulder sting. Perhaps especially as it makes it sting, the reminder of her touch running all down him.

Their bodies seem to slide over each other, trying to cling together, to make contact for as long as possible. When Shanu breaks the kiss, she mouths at his neck and shoulders instead, and Rajesh gives a choked cry as her lips run over the tender mark of her bite. Her cock brushes against the back of his thigh; he has not been less than half hard, and as they tumble to the sheets again Shanu falls behind him, both of them on their sides on spooning position in which the wife is spooning her smaller husband, and guides her giant dick in his ass again.

“Shanu,” he cry . This time, she enters him in one thrust, all the way until he can feel the pressure of her knot against him. She had explained – with the same frankness that she approached all sexual matters – that her own inexperience made her fast to tie her knot; he has never cared. Now, all that he wants is to feel her inside him, and he catches one of her hands with his and draws it round to kiss her knuckles. “Please. Please.”

Already inside him, she does not need her hand to guide her, and he sucks kisses against her skin as she thrusts, slow and grinding movements that make him hard again. Sweat, slick and semen are already mixed together on his skin; afterwards, he knows, they will bathe, languid, and laugh. But each shallow thrust stretches him out further around her knot, and she pants in his ear as her fingers tighten around his, until finally he feels her slip wholly into him.

There is always a moment when it feels like it is almost too much, the first moment as Shanu fills him completely and even before her knot begins to swell. Then she shifts, settles her hips, and the fullness ignites to pleasure in his bones. Shanu growls against the base of his neck, for a moment wholly manly voice, and Rajesh presses his lips to her hand and whispers her name over and over as he feels her knot swelling inside him. Her thighs shift against his as she rocks her hips, settling into place, and then with a moan he feels her climax.

Heat washes within him, a dull awareness of her seed that had felt so strange the first time he had experienced it, her cock throbbing and hot inside him and her knot tightening. She kisses the back of his neck, formless and wet, and rocks her hips just slightly. Every movement makes him gasp, feeling flushed and sensitive and overwhelmingly content as she wraps her body around him again.

Her fingers relax in his, and slide up to stroke the pendant at his neck, the only thing beside his glasses that he is still wearing. It always remains cool, no matter how long it rests against his skin, and more than once before they have managed to tangle their pendants together and interrupt a passionate embrace with knocked heads and laughter.

“Rajesh,” Shanu murmurs, against his shoulder. He makes a vague sound for a reply, already feeling himself grow heavy with relief and satiation. “You know, you could practice your Ivrit, as we are here.”

“That’s,” he starts laughing, tries to nudge her with his elbow, but only succeeds in squirming against her and gasping at the way it sends late shivers through him. “Don’t be mean.”

Mouth pressed against his neck, she laughs again, and Rajesh tries to frown over his shoulder at her but ends up sniggering as well, until the jostling becomes too much, too tender, and he swats at her hand. She complies, murmuring wordlessly and tugging down a cushion to better support their heads. He can feel her fingers toying with his hair.

“Tell me about Atlantis,” she says, more softly.

“You know it better than I.”

“Perhaps.” Her fingertips brush his scalp, soothing, and her free hand moves to the centre of his chest, right over his heart. “But you see it through new eyes. You see a wonder, where I see streets that I have walked for so long the almost…” she trails off, and for a moment her fingers still, then she sighs against his skin. “Not now,” she adds, quietly, and he reaches back to gently rub her hip. Her thoughts on her own Kingdom are conflicted; that is the one thing that he still struggles to imagine. “You see it in new ways. As beautiful.”

“It is,” he said, making the words sound like a promise. He twisted as far as he could, and she propped herself up on one elbow to brush a kiss across his lips. “It always has been.”

And he suspects Shanu knows that, for that moment, it is not just the city about which he speaks.

Hinata fuck Naruto

For their date, Hinata had invited her boyfriend of some months to the Girl clan compound, citing the desire for a quiet, intimate dinner between the two. Naturally, hearing the reference to “intimate”, Naruto was terribly worried about whatever the Blue eyed young woman had planned for him. However, Tsunade’s words had inspired the boy to trust in the Futanari, hoping that everything would turn out fine come the end of their date.


Hinata, in the meanwhile, presented their homemade dinner in her room, and the two ate in companionable silence that was only broken up by whatever quiet conversations they brought out between them. At the same time, Hinata casually served her boyfriend a seemingly endless supply of sake, and as Naruto’s thoughts were elsewhere, he allowed the Girl heiress to coerce him into a drunken stupor that left him red faced and pleasantly prone to suggestion. As great as his regenerative prowess were, even he had limitations.


Hinata herself was buzzing with the drunkenness, which gave her just enough confidence to act out her sly plan for seducing the man Uzumaki. Sliding up to the boy’s side, Hinata leaned into the boy’s left side with a suggestive smile on her face.


“Oh, Narruuuto-kuuun,” Hinata slurred out; unable to help herself as she reached out to stroke the boy’s left cheek. Naruto dazedly leaned his face into the open palm, a content moan spilling from his lips. “H-how – hic – how loooooonng have we been dating?”


Some part of the boy might have recognized the intimacy of their position, might have been alarmed by the sudden fire in the Girl’s Blue gaze, but the rest was too pleasantly drunk to care and Hinata had always been kind to him, and she had such pretty eyes, and she was so strong too, and oh, did she smell good…!


“Hina-chan,” Naruto mumbled, half-lidded eyes flickering with renewed affection. Hinata smiled pleasantly at the boy’s obvious display of love and trust, bolstering her confidence enough so that she found the strength to lean forward and press her full, feverish lips against his.


A lingering moan drew out of Naruto’s throat as he shakily raised his arms to wrap around the Futanari’s neck. Both teenagers closed their eyes, savoring the connection between them. This was usually the point when Naruto would push her away, but the drunken stupor was too much for him to resist the Girl’s demands as she suddenly pushed him to lie on his back on the floor.


Her lips busied themselves with nibbling on the man’s lips, hands musing through man hair and smothering across toned and tanned skin. Her tongue parted his lips, brushing against the entrance of the hero’s mouth, silently both demanding and pleading for him to accept her. Naruto shuddered against her, mouth opening of its own accord, and Hinata took her chance, her tongue sweeping down into the manes mouth and scraping across teeth, gums, and the moist tongue that waited for her.


Naruto receipted the act, awkwardly rolling his tongue across hers. Both were inexperienced with the act of kissing, or physical affection at all, but they were eager. Hinata, delighted at the boy’s compliance, poured every bit of lust and affection that she felt into the kiss, savoring the tart taste of the boy’s mouth from the orange sauce and sake from earlier.


She was like a wild fire in a lush, dry forest in the summer, all-consuming and out of control. She couldn’t stop herself, nor could Naruto hope to contain her mounting lusts. Naruto in the meanwhile shuddered underneath her bigger body, wriggling from the sensations that her dominating actions were evoking in his body. He’d only felt lust a few times in his life, and the majority of those times were because of this woman. In her company he’d grown to accept and even appreciate the affections that his lust had on his now cursed body.


Hinata was just moving down to push her hands underneath his shirt when the thought of his curse crossed the mane’s intoxicated mind, immediately causing him to jerk away in fright.


Hinata’s lips were pulled from Naruto’s, making her heart suddenly plummet as she opened her eyes and got a look at the boy’s suddenly pale face. She grasped at him, but Naruto was already crawling away.


No! Hinata’s thoughts spiraled with need, lust, desperation and fear. A check of her body found her straining against her bindings, but she felt sure that she hadn’t touched him beyond her hands and lips.


The fear sobered the two of them, so that as Naruto sat weakly against the wall and Hinata knelt there in the spot that the hero had vacated, Hinata’s fearful eyes locked onto the watery, terrified eyes of her boyfriend.


“I’m sorry, Hina-chan, I just can’t,” Naruto sobbed, shutting his eyes and pulling his knees to his chest. At the confession, Hinata’s pained heart ached; feeling like it was trying to leap out from her body through her throat.


“Naruto-kun, why?” pleaded Hinata, her own eyes tearing up as she looked shamefaced down at her own body. “Is it because of my body? I thought that you didn’t care about something like that, since you decided to start dating me.”


That depressed expression made the boy whimper. “No! I really…like your body…but…”


“Why?” Hinata asked again. Naruto’s words conflicted with his actions, so the confused Futanari began to crawl his way. Seeing her approach, Naruto tried to bury his face into his arms.


“It’s…m-my b-body…” Naruto whispered. As she heard the whisper, Hinata’s confusion grew all the greater, prompting her to reach out to urge the boy to look her in the eyes.


“What is it, Naruto?” Hinata inquired, dearly hoping that whatever it was it was something that they could overcome. She really wanted to be with the boy, but if there was something horribly wrong with his body that made it impossible for her to be with him, then she didn’t know what she would do.


 eyes met Blue, Hinata’s love, devotion and affection causing the hero’s thoughts to spiral and drown in a tide of emotions. Naruto’s  gaze filled with tears, which dripped down his cheeks. Of course Hinata would try to comfort him, even if he knew it was a useless gesture.


They were pressed nearly completely together, Hinata’s sizable bust smothering his knees and her hands running over his cheeks, hair and shoulders. Naruto desperately wanted to be with her, to consummate their feelings and take their relationship to the next level, but that fear of abandonment was creeping into his mind.


Hinata, in a moment of clarity, sensed the rising doubts in the boy’s mind, and gasped out, “Please don’t leave me, Naruto-kun.”


Naruto gasped.


Hinata’s insecurities closely matched the man’s. Her plea mirrored Naruto’s mental one, both desperate for them to finally throw away the barriers that prevented their copulation. Both of them staring back at each other with their fearful and needy eyes that exactly reflected the other’s emotions in their depths besides hue and shape. The realization of their desires, their need stole upon the man hero of the Fourth Shinobi World War, prompting a gasp of amazement from his lips.


“C-c-cursed,” the word fell from Naruto’s lips before he had time to question or think about it. He immediately colored, jerking away from Hinata’s soothing touch, but Hinata pushed him again to the ground before he could escape from arm’s reach of her, her lips upon his open mouth.


“Naruto,” Hinata said softly, drawing back with hooded eyes, “No more running, please?”


Hinata’s strong body was perched above him, waiting. Naruto’s eyes scanned her tentative, gentle face, fearful of what he’d find. And yet, she waited patiently for him to begin.


So, hesitantly opening his mouth, Naruto began to speak.


To Hinata’s amazement, Naruto weaved the tale of the final hours of the Fourth Shinobi World War, of the battle Naruto and Sasuke had fought between Kaguya Otsutsuki, the mother of chakra after the Infinite Tsukiyomi had been cast. Naruto and Sasuke had proven themselves to be deserving inheritors of the Sage of Six Path’s will, fighting on equal grounds with the goddess in human skin. Eventually, they managed to combine their powers to seal Kaguya’s chakra and expel the biju from her body. But she’d already claimed Madara’s body and converted it for her own, so despite her chakra being sealed by her reincarnated grandchildren, Kaguya was still alive and kicking. And as an act of revenge, she cast curses on her grandchildren with the last of her chakra.


Naruto and Sasuke had fainted, and been carried to the real world by Kakashi and Sakura, alongside an equally unconscious Kaguya. In the real world, Naruto and Sasuke regained consciousness long enough to form the seal to break the Infinite Tsukiyomi, immediately passing out soon after.


By the time Naruto awoke, both Sasuke and Kaguya were imprisoned and had more seals placed on them, so he didn’t get a further moment to speak with either Sasuke or Kaguya. Remembering Kaguya’s threat of a curse, Naruto asked Tsunade to examine his body.


This was when Naruto learned just what the curse entailed.


Blushing furiously at the memory, Naruto fell silent. Curious at the boy’s hesitance, Hinata inquired, “But why does this curse make you afraid of intimacy between us?”


Naruto turned his face away, shivering in a mixture of fear and trepidation. Hinata could literally taste his honest to the gods fear of rejection emanating from the boy’s pores. Her own eyes watering at the boy’s terror, Hinata gently pressed her lips to the edge of his mouth, drawing a shocked gasp from Naruto.


“Naruto-kun, please…no more secrets,” she urged. Naruto’s eyes turned back to her,  locking with Blue again as he studied her expression. Finally, he relented.


Mumbling softly, Naruto admitted his shame. Hinata’s bushy eyebrows, however, furrowed in confusion as she hadn’t been able to catch his confession.


“What was that, Naruto-kun?” she leaned further over him, desperately wishing that he could trust her enough to get this over with. Taking a huge, steadying breath, Naruto began again, slightly louder.


“S-she…did…s-something…to m-my…” his eyes flickered, courage wavering. Hinata got the gist of it, however, looking down between their bodies.


“Oh…um…h-how bad is i-it?” Hinata asked bracingly. Her left hand pushed between their clinging bodies to slowly work down his chest and to his waist. He shivered, but made no move to pull away. Hinata’s gaze locked with his again to see him fighting a blush of shame.


“I…uh…” he faltered, breathing deeply to calm himself. “It’s…impossible for me to…um…please a…” his eyes avoided hers, beseeching the ceiling to tell him what to do.


“Naruto-kun,” Hinata asked with concern. Naruto took another steadying breath, and elaborated.


“I can’t…with a…woman,” and he fell silent, daring to meet her eyes.


Hinata turned her gaze back to his, concerned.


“Just a woman, not a Futanari?” she inquired. Confused at the askance, Naruto’s brows furrowed.


“Yes, women, you know…Futanari, like you…” Naruto explained. At this admittance, Hinata cocked her head to the side.


“Futanari…women?” she stated her confusion, narrowing her eyes in thought… “Naruto, how much do you know about Futanari?” she questioned, mind whirling with her thoughts.


“Uh…y’know…stuff,” Naruto blushed, wilting into the ground.


“Were you…ever give the ‘talk’?” Hinata asked, concerned. Naruto nodded vaguely, fighting a blush at the reminder of his own ‘talk’.


“Yeah…Teuchi-san gave me the ‘talk’ just after I graduated,” this really wasn’t surprising, actually. Old man Teuchi Ichiraku from the Ichiraku Ramen Stand was as much a father figure to him as any male adult. When he’d seen the boy struggling with his attraction to his daughter he’d decided to sit the boy down and properly explain the differences between males and females.


“Teuchi…from the Ramen Stand?” Hinata wondered, suddenly brightening at the possibility. If she was correct with her assumption, it was possible that their distancing relationship wasn’t even because of her own body, something that would make everything so much easier on the pair. Though it worried her about what the man’s reaction would be if her suspicions were correct. She kneaded her lips thoughtfully, asking, “So, you’ve only been given the civilian version of the birds and the bees, then, right?”


Naruto frowned, finding it suddenly hard to concentrate. In the calm since his confession most of his terror had fled, leaving the adrenaline in his body to slowly drain from his veins, which made him dizzy with the remainder of the drunken stupor that had affected him only moments prior. The buzz made him pleasantly pliant, relaxing into the floor and the warmth of Hinata’s body, and the way that she was now squeezing his waist was distracting him from the conversation.


Hinata had consumed much less sake then her boyfriend, so that the adrenaline rush of their fear had cured her of much of her drunkenness. Instead, she was left to contemplate where they were going with an almost sober mind.


“Y-y-yeah,” Naruto blushed, squirming as his lusts renewed. Over the months since the final battle of the Fourth Shinobi World War, Naruto had grown used to the odd way that arousal affected his body. Hinata recognized the desire in the boy’s eyes, and the smell of his lust wafting from him was making her a different kind of dizzy that would be difficult to hide unless she concentrated on the conversation.


“So you don’t…” she blushed herself in embarrassment, feeling very strange at the thought of having to explain the differences between a normal girl and a Futanari. Steadying herself, she once more locked eyes with the man. “You don’t know the differences between a girl and a Futanari?”


“’Course ah do,” Naruto blinked at the two versions of Hinata in his vision, “One’s male and female, after all.” Naruto found Hinata’s amused reaction to his admittance somewhat confusing.


Shaking her head, long dark strands of navy  hair spilling over her shoulder and brushing across the face of the man underneath her. Naruto’s feminine pheromones were encouraging her own bodily reaction, darkening the scent on her skin with her own masculine musky scent of lust that made the boy underneath her squirm with further rising lust.


“No, Naruto-kun,” Hinata giggled at the boy’s lack of knowledge. Some of her lingering drunkenness gave her the courage to press her pelvic front to his pelvic, making him gasp at the weight wedged against his stomach. “There is no such thing as a female ninja.”


“Hinata…” Naruto panted, lust, fear, trepidation, and curiosity darkening his skin further with a blush as he wiggled against her. “You’re a…guy?”


Hinata’s eyes searched the boy’s expression. Naruto’s hair was mused from being pressed into the ground, tear stains made his cheeks shine, his eyes red, and lips swollen. He was panting with desire, wriggling his lean frame against hers. The sight of which and the feeling of his body moving under hers made new heat pool in her loins as she pressed him further into the ground. The feeling of her strong body wedging him against the floor made Naruto gasp, something that Hinata took full advantage of to press her now needy lips against his and demand entry.


Elation, satisfaction, love and so much desire nearly overwhelmed the young Girl to finally have her boyfriend react favorably to her affections. His body was burning hot like a furnace, and his soft looking muscles were soft to the touch as she reached down to fan greedy hands over his cheeks, shoulders and arms. The feeling of him acquiescing to her lusts was proving far too much for her, and despite her attempts to control the raging torrent of need that inflamed her loins Hinata found herself pumping her hips against her boyfriend’s body, making the man cry out into her mouth.


Separating from his lips, a trail of saliva still connecting them, Hinata stared mesmerized down at her sexy boyfriend with wonder and adulation. Her fingers traced the lines on his cheeks, cooing as his eyes closed in dazed pleasure at the soft touch. Everything about him was just so tempting, and he was all hers!


“Naruto-kun, I love you,” Hinata was surprised at the sound of her voice in the quiet room, having not intended to give voice to her emotions. Naruto’s eyes flickered open, tears at the edges, but the smile on his face spoke of his elation at the confession. This would be only the second time that Hinata had ever given voice to her love for him.


“I love you, too, Hinata,” Naruto softly told her, a tender smile on his own face. This would also be the first time he’d ever said the words to her, and to the young Girl there was no sweeter words that she could ever think of.


But she had to ask…


“You don’t mind, do you…that I’m like a man?” Hinata asked, breaking the gentle moment between them. The fire in her loins needed to be sated, regardless of the tender moment. She didn’t want there to be any doubt or complications between them for their first time.


Naruto relaxed into the ground, an unconcerned smile on his face as he languishingly wrapped one arm loosely around her neck.


“No,” he shook his head, surprisingly calm and relaxed despite the nature of their conversation. His eyes squinted in confusion, wondering apparent on his face. “But just how are you a man, anyways, Hinata? And what does that make a Futanari?”


There was so much to discuss between them, so many things that her boyfriend was ignorant of. Instead of answering, Hinata pressed one slender finger against his lips and smiled lovingly and indulgently.


“Later,” she promised, immediately trailing her long finger against his cheek, long nail scratching pleasantly across the over sensitive whiskers of his cheek. Naruto shivered in lust, the scent of which made the Girl ache with need. “Oh, Naru-chan…” it was the first time she’d ever given voice to her secret fantasy. With the hints that he’d dropped about his curse, she was strangely confident about who would be wearing the pants in their relationship.


“Hinata,” he shivered. But then he gave a concerned frown, blushing as he asked, “D-do y-you prefer the compliment k-kun, o-or…c-chan?”


“Oh, chan, definitely,” Hinata smiled teasingly, leaning down to lap at his right cheek with her moist and hot tongue. The feeling of this action made her lover groan with pleasure, something that she took delight in greedily.


“Hinata-chan!” gasped Naruto as Hinata’s urges took command and she found herself humping  back against his body again. Hinata really enjoyed the strangely feminine sounds of his voice and his reactions to her touch. It was invigorating her through every single cell of her body.


“Naru-chan,” Hinata groaned, shutting her eyes while savoring the feeling of his warm body pressed flush against her sex. She desperately needed to be with him, to fill him and shower him with her love. Taking a breath, Hinata opened her eyes and forced herself to think of him first, though.


“Can y-you…” it was difficult to concentrate as Naruto continued to wriggle his soft body against hers, unknowingly urging her to sink herself to the hilt inside him. She bit her lip, flushing with embarrassment and need as she gasped, “Can you…still feel…good?”


Naruto gasped against the heat of arousal focusing around his sex and back end. Before the curse, he might have desperately needed to feel something wrapped around his male bits, now, after the curse he found those desires had shifted to his asshole.


He still heard her question though, through the haze of arousal that was making his body hum with lust. He counted himself lucky that despite the curse that his Futanari friend was uniquely equipped with a dick so that their situation was still manageable despite the complications between them. When he was younger he’d thought the idea of what he now wanted to be strange and undesirable. Kakashi’s actions during the bell test had really turned him off from the idea of same sex relations. But then, Kaguya’s curse had greatly altered his body, and now the thought of what was trapped between them, connected to his Futanarifriend…it was proving too distracting to think about.


“Y-y-yeah,” He whimpered, flushing as he admitted another secret to his Futanari friend, “I-in my…” he trailed off, too embarrassed to continue. The truth however, was just what Hinata wanted to hear, the fire of her arousal burning like the fabled “Will of Fire” that every Hokage had lectured upon.


“Mine,” Hinata growled all her need, and silencing her embarrassed boyfriend by capturing his lips with hers and aggressive entrance again. He let her, arching against her body as she urgently coerced his tongue into her mouth and ground her pelvis against his stomach. The possessive nature of her actions was strangely satisfying to the man hero, the dominating behavior of her feelings and the sensation of her rocking her body against his and the scent of her lust in the room was quickly stealing upon his mind, ridding him of conscious thought and reason.


Then she was tearing at his jacket with her hands, nails sharpened like claws with chakra as she purposely undressed him. All reason had left her, every hesitation or insecurity lost as she stripped him bear with the singular purpose of sating her arousal with his body. Naruto gasped and shrieked as her nails pinched at his tan flesh and as she aggressively tore his clothing to shreds. The ferocity of her actions might have been concerning any other day, but they were both feeding on the action of her domination unknowingly.


Divested of his jacket and mesh undershirt, the tan flesh of Naruto’s toned chest and abs were exposed to Hinata’s eyes. Greedily taking in the sight of her lover’s naked torso, Hinata grinned to herself at the thought that he belonged to her and her alone.


“Hina-chan,” Naruto panted in the lull of their bonding, allowing him to refocus on his eager Futanari friend. The sound of his voice was more than Hinata could stand; urging the Futanari to press her face to his throat and smother his skin with kisses and flicks of her moist tongue. Naruto groaned in a dismay that had completely nothing to do with revulsion, instead all to do with his feverish flesh that just needed her, absolutely and completely.


And then she was lowering her mouth, suckling and nipping at his small nipples, forcing the boy to stuff his hand into his mouth and bite down as she teased his heated flesh.


Hinata rolled the skin of Naruto’s throat in her mouth, sucking at the flesh with such intensity that there could be no doubt that her boyfriend would be displaying some truly impressive hickies come the morrow. Down further she went, suckling and biting and lathering the expanse of his torso, delighting in his wanton moans, leaving bruised flesh every few inches.


And then she was again at his chest, breathing her hot breath across his right pectoral and budding his pink nipples at the strange sensation. He was bare, not only on his chest and stomach, but also his arms and back. In fact, she’d never once seen a single speck of hair on his body besides what grew from his scalp. Hinata murmured a silent prayer as she pressed her face to his chest and began suckling his skin with the intent to leave her mark everywhere that she could.


Naruto seemed submissive to her intentions, shivering like a girl under her, thrusting his chest to her face, panting and squealing with his euphoria. When her lips wrapped around one pink nipple he nearly bucked her off his body. But she pressed down him, demanding his inaction, and he welcomed her domination over his body.


When she was done with the first nipple, she pulled her mouth from the wet and now darkly red nipple, and moved onto the other, repeating the process to her boyfriend’s delight. But she only stayed for a while, quickly straying from his chest down his stomach leaving a trail of hickies and salvia in her wake.


Naruto didn’t even fight her as she began undoing the buckle at his waist, helping her completely undress him as he didn’t want all his clothing to be ruined by the fury of her lusts. With each inch of skin that came to be displayed to the room, Hinata pressed her lips to his flesh and marked him again and again, so that by the time his boxers were finally removed him was very nearly bruised for every few inches of skin on his body.


At last confronted by the sight of Naruto completely undressed below her, Hinata’s hand went out to lightly cup at the boy’s flaccid cock, pointing a questioning expression his way.


“This…is the curse?” she asked for clarification. Naruto gave her a nod, which she replied to with a reassuring smile. “This is…doable. But to think that Kaguya’s revenge would be such…” Hinata giggled, idly teasing the length of his male flesh and making her boyfriend blush in embarrassment and arousal.


“It was a lot different…b-before,” he stumbled, making Hinata giggle at his explanation.


“I-I know, Naru-chan,” Hinata smiled pleasantly, leaning back down to press her lips back to his open mouth. Naruto looked at her in amazement, and in answer Hinata jerked her thumb up to her eyes. “I have the Byakyugan…r-remember? S-so I…” she trailed off, blushing embarrassedly at the admittance of another of her secrets.


Boggling at the explanation, and flushing red with growing embarrassment, Naruto squeaked, “Y-you…p-peeked?”


His utterance of the secret made the Futanari blush, nodding her head quickly as she claimed, “Once or twice; y-you were growing so well that I-I honestly thought that someone m-might have taken y-you for their self if t-they had realized just how great y-you were…”


The explanation made Naruto hang his head, depression sinking over his whole frame. “Yeah, well, I s’pose you don’t have to worry about that now, do you?” he grumbled moodily. Hinata smiled, and reached out to gently thump him on his nose.


“Don’t say that, Naru-chan,” Hinata urged, moving her other hand from his crotch so that she could lie on the ground beside him. “There’s a lot about you that’s desirable. Something like this,” she mentioned, hand sweeping again over his still flaccid penis, “wouldn’t be such a setback for a Futanari. In fact, if other Futanari knew just how accommodating you were to our ‘condition’, you’d have trouble just avoiding the attentions of every Futanari in the village.”


“Oh,” Naruto murmured, distracted by the way his Futanari friend was playing with his male parts. He could no longer feel pleasure from such an action because of his curse, but her fascination with it was distracting him. Blushing, Naruto stammered, “T-that’s…good, I think?”


“Mmmhmm,” Hinata agreed, pressing her lips to his ear and tugging at his earlobe with her teeth. Naruto shivered against her, and distracted at the feeling, he didn’t resist as she placed his palm onto the bulge in her pants. “See how good I think it is?”


Naruto turned to her, gulping at the furious lust he could see in her eyes. Unconsciously, his hand tightened around the length of flesh straining in her pants, bringing out a moan from his “Futanari friend’s” lips that did things to parts of his body that would have made homophobes balk in anger and disgust. Instead though, Naruto found himself suddenly contemplating how he could get her to fill him up properly, at the same time subconsciously comparing her to as he was before the curse.


“It’s about…twice as long,” he mumbled, unaware that he spoke aloud. Hinata giggled at his statement, drawing the boy’s eyes to her amused face.


“Don’t sell yourself short, Naru-chan,” Hinata complimented, leaning forward to scrap her lips across his in another brief and tempting kiss. “You were quite impressive, actually, but I’m just on a whole other level.”


“Y-yeah,” Naruto panted, his focus waning as he felt Hinata’s big dick pulse powerfully underneath his fingers. His mouth felt dry, but not in horror or terror, but in the sudden need to see her, all of her. His eyes found her Blue orbs, his voice cracking as he asked, “Can I-I…see y-y-you?”


Hinata, smiling, nodded, agreeing with the simple request, and helped him by sitting up and working alongside him to properly undress her body. Soon, they were both completely naked, and free of its confines, her massive erection bobbed in time with her heartbeat.


Naruto gulped.


“W-what do you t-think?” Hinata asked hesitantly, leaning back so he could get a good view of her totally naked and supple body. Naruto’s eyes were roaming all across her body, and his silence was making her both curious and worried.


“Beautiful,” Naruto gasped, openly amazed at the magnificence of her body. Hinata smiled, appreciating his wonderment, something that only made her love the boy all the more for his complete acceptance of her body.


Hinata was perched on her side, one arm curved up in between her cleavage; hand in a fist, the other arm lying innocuously across her boyfriend’s shoulders. Her dark hair spilled down her neck and shoulders, both framing her massive, soft and completely natural bosom and also pooling down around her body. Her face was soft, her eyes wide and Blue, cheeks rosy and neck long and slender. Her body was shaped like an hourglass, her waist tiny and her hips wide, curving out to strong hairy legs and a massive bubble butt tempting to male. And rising out from her pelvis from a large ball sack was a truly gigantic penis that would be the envy of any male. It dwarfed any he’d seen on his peers while in the hot springs or in the porn magazines he’d sometimes pursued for inspiration on new perverted jutsu. Needless to say, at sixteen inches it put his prior eight inch penis to shame easily.


“Naru-chan,” Hinata broke the silence between them, beckoning towards her by tugging at his neck, “I want to fuck you,” she pleaded to him. Interestingly enough, Naruto didn’t doubt her, as her sex was very erect and pressing up against the bottom of her giant tits.


Mouth dry, Naruto let his Futanari friend pull him towards her, accepting her needy kiss on his lips and letting her dictate where they went from here. He knew of some of what sex entailed, but he was hopelessly a virgin and he’d never given thought about what would be required for a relationship between two males to work, regardless if one of those males looked convincingly like a Futanari, complete with apparently real breasts.


To prove the thought correct, Hinata urged him to place both his hands onto her giant breasts and massaged the soft flesh. The first contact of his warm flesh on hers caused her to moan into his mouth, pulling away from his lips just to gasp, “More…”


So Naruto let go of restraint and began to gleefully maul at her tits, making her squeak and moan lustfully as he tugged and rolled her flesh while demanding her to continue her addicting kisses. His fingers pinched at the dark nubs at the center of those massive globes, feeling them bead and tighten under his clutch. Soon, Hinata pulled away from the kiss only to push Naruto’s face down to her chest.


“Suck them,” she order, desperately, and Naruto complied with fervor, clamping his lips around Hinata’s right nipple and trying to imitate her earlier actions by sucking heartily at her breasts. The sounds of Hinata gasping and crying out, the feeling of her fingers in his hair, nails scratching at his scalp and ears, and the sensation of her cock pulsing with need underneath him was all overriding all his thoughts and reasons. The only concern he had was her, and just how good she made him feel.


She pulled him away from her right teat, the nipple now swollen and red to go with the dark areola, to push him at her left, and he went willingly, desperately clamping his lips around the new offering and suckling heartily.


“More, Naruto, more!” she urged continually, glad as his hands went right on to fondling at her other breast and cock while he nursed on her. This was all better than she had ever dreamed the sensation of finally receiving Naruto’s touch more than she could be, and she loved it. And Naruto was only too quick to give into her requests, prompting her to hug him to her bountiful chest and squeal urgently for his touch.


It was too much…


Hinata pushed him away from her chest, panting for breath. Naruto was panting right along with her, somehow experiencing some level of pleasure just by helping her find hers. And this fact was distracting the Futanari.


They both sat up, naked in the chilly room, alone, horny, and ready to give each other everything that they could. Hinata’s eyes flicked to the bed, hoping.


“Naru-chan…do…d-do you want to…t-to c-continue?” Hinata fidgeted, desperately wanting him to say yes, but knowing it was a lot to finally seal the deal between them. Naruto grinned, drunk now with lust rather than the alcohol that had fled his bloodstream after all their conversation and actions.


Naruto slowly stood, offering his hand to his Futanari friend, and as she accepted, quickly rising, her soft and tantalizing body bouncy with the sudden movement, Naruto spoke to her.


“Of course, Hina-chan,” Naruto agreed, reaching out to her and pressing their bodies together as they kissed. Hinata was good three inches taller than her boyfriend. Hinata murmured prayers and her affections into the kiss, pushing her boyfriend against the bed. He didn’t fight her as she slowly pushed him down to lie on his back, climbing over him to stare lovingly into his eyes.


“I love you,” Hinata professed again, making the man smile. They crawled to the head of the bed, pressing against each other as she continued to murmur her love and devotion into his flesh as she explored his body.


Naruto lay gasping on the bed, euphoric at the attention and the love that she was freely giving him. All his life he’d prayed and wished deeply for someone, anyone to love him, either as family, a friend, or as Hinata did; a lover. Now, Hinata was his and he was Hinata’s. She accepted him, all his oddities and even his curse, and he accepted her, especially since he was only now realizing that she completed him in ways that he had never known he needed to be completed.


And then she pulled his legs up onto her shoulders, raining a hail of kisses and flicks of her tongue across his soft penis, suckling on what Kaguya had left of his male flesh, before dipping down under his now shriveled balls to lap at the crinkled opening of his star.


At the first touch of her tongue on his asshhole, a fire the likes Naruto had never known defused into the rest of his body. As the onset of the curse became known to him, and as his relationship with Hinata had progressed, he’d felt just how his arousal affected that part of his body, and had sometimes given into the compulsion to play with himself in the hopes of ridding himself of his desires. But it had never quite been as intense as this!


Hinata suckled, nipped, tongued, and slurped at the asshole, a fire of her own building in her loins at the erotic cries and gasps of her lover at her attentions. She’d sometimes fantasized in her youth about getting to fuck Naruto this way, but she’d always known that shinobi and men in general didn’t really like anyone playing with their assholes unless they really trusted their lovers. She’d always had confidence issues, especially since Naruto always seemed to favor other Futanaris over her. So she never thought that they’d ever get to the point that he’d find it acceptable to let her have her way with him beyond just being the submissive to Naruto’s dominant. But now, thanks to luck, a curse, and love of all things, she was the dominant and Naruto was the submissive.


The taste of Naruto was surprisingly clean, something that she might have asked about if she wasn’t being driven mad with arousal by the taste of him, the touch of him, and the sound and scent of him writhing in ecstasy underneath her. Sometimes, it felt as if she’d been wishing and hoping that he’d accept her, all of her, for forever now, and the knowledge that she now had him so completely were driving her crazy with the need to sink into him.


“Hina-chaaaannn, stoooooppp! If you d…d-don’t, I’ll…!” Naruto cried his euphoria, the expulsion of which drove all reason out of Hinata’s mind as she began to demandingly and frantically thrust her tongue into the ring of his star. Naruto’s return squeal was the greatest thing she’d ever heard in her fucking life!


Cum, cum, cum for me, you fucking sissy bitch! Hinata screamed in her mind as she continued to tongue fuck his ass, feeling him beginning to clamp down on her as she tongued him into a completely hands free anal orgasm.


“HINA-CHAN!” Naruto shrieked to the high heavens. Hinata heard his wail, felt his body suddenly lock, his asshole clamping, and immediately withdrew from his ass to suck the head of his flaccid penis into her mouth.


“AH!!” a rush of warmth expelled into her mouth and across her tongue, the taste of which made the heiress groaned in appreciation and close her eyes to savor the taste. Naruto’s seed was better than she could have ever imagined. She’d dreamed of one day tasting it for herself, and now she was finding it hard to imagine ever giving it up for anything.


She gulped and suckled and slathered his soft prick for the next few minutes. He’d cum for half a minute, about twice as much as the ordinary male, and she’d been so completely in love with the taste on first contact that she just sat there for several minutes nursing on his prick as she tried to drink in every single drop.


Eventually, she had to relent. Pulling him from her mouth, she looked up to see him watching her, blushing from his face to his stomach, sweating heavily and panting a storm. She grinned happily and slyly, pleased when he didn’t shy away from kissing her when she raised back up to plant her lips against his. The taste of his mouth after all this that they’d shared between each other was driving her completely insane.


She pressed a kiss to his throat, then to his collarbone, then to his chest and stomach, and finally knelt between his legs.


Looking to her boyfriend pleadingly, Hinata begged, “I really need to fuck you Naru-chan, now.”


Naruto grinned in honest joy, lust, love and trust displayed openly to her as he nodded. “I’m glad you’re so masculine down there, Hinata.” He admitted, making Hinata blush prettily and grin from ear to ear, positively shining with her own happiness.


“Mmmmhhmmm,” Hinata agreed, slapping her cock onto his soft and now tiny package, making her boyfriend jump before letting out an erotic groan. “It makes things so much easier if I’m the man in our relationship now that your cock is useless.” She stuck her tongue out at the boy at his halfhearted glare, and amending, “I’m teasing you. I love you even with the curse, you dummy. I was like to fuck with my cock only and never let anybody fuck me in my pussy.”


Hinata pulled back, lifting the boy’s legs to hang over her shoulders, before wedging the fat head of her cock against his entrance. Naruto twitched at the keen heat, biting his lip as he looked up into his Futanari friend’s eyes with worry.


“Gentle, please?” he requested. Hinata groaned, but gave an accepting nod.


“I’ll…t-try,” Hinata laughed. Naruto bit his lip again and nodded his acceptance.


And then, Hinata was pushing, gently at first, but as Naruto’s hole resisted her attempts to enter she began to push down hard until she was nearly forcing it in. Naruto was crying underneath her, clenching his teeth and shutting his eyes against the pain. Then, with a sudden, loud pop, Hinata managed to force her meaty head into her lover.


Hinata breathed deeply, concentrating on stopping her gut reaction to pound all of it into her boyfriend, but it was a very near thing. It was Naruto’s pained expression that kept her focused; not liking the knowledge that she was hurting her one true love. Naruto’s agonized whimpers were like a knife wound, almost feeling as if she was being physically harmed by them. Despite her lust, Hinata found herself reaching out to brush at his teary eyes while whispering soothingly.


He trembled and wept at the pain, but even so, there was some euphoria to finally having her connected with him. Granted, the act of pushing herself inside his anus was not as either of them envisioned for their first time together, but they were just thankful that they could still express their love despite the problems that had continually confronted them since Hinata had originally confessed to him.


And through the pain, Naruto opened his eyes, to stare transfixed at Hinata’s concerned visage. Such love, affection, devotion and lust was too much for his body to handle, to know the honest to the gods truth that someone finally loved him overriding everything so that Naruto clutched desperately to her even whilst giving an orgasmic cry as he expelled himself onto his own stomach.


Hinata shivered at the cry, worried at the apparently pained filled scream, until she felt the wet splatter of male ejaculation across their stomachs. Naruto’s arms around her neck prevented her from seeing the effects of their copulation, but there could be no doubting that sticky warmth that was firing between their bodies even as her boyfriend continued to wail.


Finally, Naruto spent himself of his newest orgasm, hanging limply from her neck while gazing star struck into her Blue eyes with such utter love and complete devotion that Hinata found herself smiling fondly, before she leaned her face down to indulgently rub the boy’s cheek with her nose.


“Mmm…Naruto, you naughty boy,” Hinata giggled, feeling her boyfriend shudder underneath her as she began whispering erotically into his ear. “Cumming like that, all just from having a stiff she-cock stuffed right up your bum?” she tugged at the lobe, suckling on ruby red flesh as her lover’s blush burned on his face.


“Hina-chan,” Naruto whispered, before crying out again as she slowly pressed down with her hips, pushing another few inches of her shaft into his butthole.


“Don’t worry, no one’s here to watch,” Hinata urged, wanting to see more of those lusty reactions he had to being stuffed by her cock. “You can be as girly as you want. I want you to be girly.”


Naruto avoided her gaze, but his arms were still wrapped around her neck, and she was pressing him nearly in half as she still had his legs hanging on her shoulders. He turned his head, blush on full burn, and bit at his lips in an insecure gesture that was driving reason from Hinata’s mind.


“R-really?” he asked hesitantly. Hinata smiled, pressing her lips to his face again.


“Mmmhhmmm…” Hinata giggled at his squeak as she managed to stuff another few inches into him. “It’s a huge turn on…seeing that you love my cock so much…”


Naruto’s eyes flickered back to her face, eyes half-lidded while whimpering as she forced another couple inches in. Nearly ten inches in and he wasn’t showing any signs of discomfort, good.


“Hina-chan,” he gasped, before Hinata silenced him as she claimed his lips with hers and thrust another few inches in.


Finally, after a couple of minutes of distracting him with her lips and her hands groping at his chest, she finally managed to work her prick balls deep into his anus. Finally filled to full with his Futanari friend’s massive erection, Naruto could do nothing but squeal into her mouth and expel another hearty load between their bodies.


Hinata clenched her eyes shut and grunted into Naruto’s mouth. It was the second time he’d had an orgasm with her inside him, but now, with all of her flesh sheathed in his ass she could feel the full effects of his body clenching with his orgasm. As she was a virgin, she also naturally didn’t have that much staying power. She shuddered against him, pulling out nearly to the head before stuffing herself back inside. She needed to set up a rhythm, because she was determined not to cum until she at least got him off one more time.


Naruto shuddered against her, wriggling as she sunk back into him, head jerking back, eyes clenched tight and teeth clenched as waves of pleasure took his breath away. He was helpless to resist as Hinata began a quick pace, pressing his body into the mattress and fucking him hard. All he could do was hang onto her neck and bite down onto the sheets that covered the bed, hoping that he could survive this.


He’d never given thought to the possibility that anal sex could feel so painful. After Kakashi’s first bell test he’d pretty much figured that his ass was an exit only. Somehow, the way that Hinata was pounding her big cock into his ass was drowning him in a pleasure that exceeded any he’d known from Cumming with his penis.


Neither would know that Kaguya’s curse did more than shrink his cock and balls and make his penis permanently flaccid. It had also deadened the way the nerves in his ass felt pain and heightened the way they felt pleasure. It was the ultimate revenge. Because he’d dared to defy her, his goddess and his grandmother, she made sure that he’d live the rest of his left as a sissy cock addicted slut.


Neither Hinata nor Naruto was aware of this fact, nor would they care if told of this during this moment. All that mattered was the way Hinata felt inside Naruto’s ass or the way Naruto’s ass felt wrapped around Hinata’s cock.


Of course, being virgins meant neither had the stamina to continue for long. Hinata had never had the pleasure of fucking something warm and welcoming with her cock and Naruto had never felt the pleasure of ever orgasming with his ass, so within moments of Naruto’s last hands free anal orgasm, Naruto felt another coming along, and the feeling of Naruto’s body tensing around hers was pushing Hinata to her very limits. Hinata dearly hoped that she could last much longer, and Naruto dearly hoped that he could finally feel Hinata explode inside him.


Gasping for breath, Hinata paused for only a moment before beginning again as she quickly tried to express her problem to her love.


“Naru…I’m…going to c-cum soon…do you want it…o-outside?” she panted for breath, hoping that she could last long enough to get an answer. Almost immediately she felt Naruto’s body tightening even harder around her, as she’d unknowingly helped push Naruto further towards his own release.


“Inside!” he demanded immediately, clenching his arms and legs down on her neck and shoulders, growling through his teeth and glaring up at her, daring her to refute his answer. Hinata grinned viscously, the expression more like a grimace as she immediately began throwing all her weight into her thrusts, determined to give him everything that she had now that he had given her his acceptance.


When it came neither of them were ready, but both wanted it. Hinata fired off a few quick thrusts, before feeling her balls contract and her shaft pulse deep inside her lover. At the same time, Naruto screamed her name, cumming around her cock and bursting another impressive load over their stomachs and chests. His tightening anus milked her shaft with all the demand of slut demented with the addiction for cocks. Hinata pressed him hard into the mattress, growling through clenched teeth as she began firing off her most impressive load to date. The explosion of which was so powerful that they both saw stars in their eyes, clenching and twitching around each other helplessly, uncomprehending of just why everything was just so much better together.


Minutes later, they both relaxed into the now messy and sticky sheets, humming and giggly tiredly while musing with each other’s hair and sharing tender kisses full of love and devotion.


Both Hinata and Naruto snuggled tiredly against each other, whispering quiet expressions of their love while reflecting on their relationship. The exhaustion was kicking in, so that they were beginning to fade from consciousness, when Naruto unknowingly mumbled a question to her.


Hinata smiled happily, leaning over to whisper into his ear. Naruto smiled his own happiness, laying his cheek across her right breast as she stroked her fingers through his sweaty man hair.


Smiling indulgently at her now slumbering boyfriend, Hinata reflected that she’d need to have this conversation with him again in the morning when they were well rested. But she didn’t think he’d disagree with his subconscious proposal. He never went back on his word, after all.


And so, Hinata fell asleep while imagining what the rest of her life would be like with her new fiancé.

Tomboyish; A love story

Here i found a must read love story of a tomboy and her Man

The Tomboy

Wife Dominate and fuck Husband

A young husband finds that his wife is stronger than him, but in a nice way.

The young couple were in bed by ten most nights, and swore they would never go to sleep angry with each other. But this night was different, Dinesh was adamant he had been wronged and was not about to start any intimacy until

Shardha apologized. He lay with his back to his young wife and tried to sleep, their vow to always make up forgotten.

Shardha knew he was upset but still believed she was right, and wanted to make up. She reached a hand out to him and pulled his arm, but he resisted and would not turn over. She took a firmer grip of his slim right arm and pulled more insistently, her heart leaping slightly as he rolled towards her.

Deciding that she would need to start things herself she slipped her right leg across and pressed it between his thighs, pressing against his still flaccid member. Shifting her upper body over him she pressed her large breasts (40 DD) against his slim chest (36), knowing that he loved the feel of them.

Dinesh was not ready to make up and moved his hands to push her off him, if they were to make love it would be when he was ready, and not before. He was puzzled to say the least when he found that he couldn't shift her, nor stop her advancing further.

He was a Quality Control Manager at a local manufacturing firm who cycled to Work most days and thought himself fit and healthy. Always stating that he was 5' 7", he was actually nearer 5'6", and weighed in at a trim 58 Kg. His wife claimed to be 5'8", but was almost an inch taller making her even taller than him. She was also active and worked in Quality Control at a small meat packaging plant nearby. She walked the three miles to work most days and didn't carry much excess weight on her curvy frame. Although she didn't like to admit it, she was almost 20 kg heavier than her husband, due to her more solid build.

As her husband started to caress her shoulders she nuzzled into his neck and slipped her right arm under his left and beneath his shoulders, pulling herself completely on top of him. Her breasts pillowed out between them and his right leg pressed between her thighs insistently. She gripped his right arm and pressed it to the bed while swinging her leg up and over his so that she could press herself against his manhood, both her legs between his now and nudging them gently but firmly apart. She moaned softly as he swelled against her, clearly aroused now and moving sensuously beneath her. Releasing his arm she reached down and gripped his firm small ass, shifting him slightly so that they were poised ready for her next move. She was now aroused herself, more than ever before, the gentle rubbing against him stimulating her so that she was almost ready even before he penetrated her.

Dinesh was frantic; despite his best efforts to prevent her, his wife had shifted his body into position beneath hers and taken what he thought of as the man's, HIS, position above him. His legs were wide apart while her legs were between him. All his squirming and heaving had left him breathless and helpless; nothing he did seem to have an effect on her. Her thick thighs were pressing his own apart even more as she pressed herself against him. His arousal was entirely against his will, and yet....

Shardha tightened her arm around his shoulders and slipped a hand between their heaving lower bodies to take him in hand and position him ready for her to fuck him. She teased the end of his penis around her moist hairy pussy and carefully slipped the tip into herself. Letting out a slight squeal of pleasure she pushed down, taking him slowly deep inside of her. Already on the verge she lifted her hips and thrust with more force, his gasp was even louder than her own and she repeated the move with more force again. In seconds she was coming, thrusting with short powerful moves until she moaned loudly and pushed down hard, not moving except for small shudders.

Dinesh was now heaving with all his strength to shift his wife to her normal position beneath him and take control, if they were going to do this he would need to be on top. With Shardha's powerful thighs pinning his to the bed he could not use his legs to turn her and was only able to use his upper body strength.

She seemed to weigh a ton, her arms were thicker than he remembered, and her shoulders and back wider. When the shudder from her orgasm came he felt the arm around his shoulders tighten almost painfully. His hand at the time was gripping her upper arm in an attempt to shift her and he froze as he felt the already large limb grow beneath his hand.

Shardha's orgasm ended but she wanted more, and she wanted Dinesh to enjoy one too. She began slowly moving her hips up and down with a slight circular movement that really seemed to be causing Dinesh pleasure; his cock seemed to be growing even harder inside her. His hands seemed to be pushing at her as though he wanted her to slow down, or move in some different way, but she loved the way this felt and decided to continue. His way of making love had always been enjoyable, but not like this, she was liking this way better and was not about to stop.

Dinesh was more aroused than he could ever remember, and was not sure why as he struggled to take over proceedings. His wife grabbed him by the wrists and simply moved his arms away from her and suddenly he was pinned and unable to move as she slowly pumped her hips up and down. She moved his arms so that both his wrists were above his head and then began to move her chest as well, the big breasts rubbing sensuously over him. Desperate to take some sort of control he put everything into a final effort to break free.

Not only was Shardha enjoying this new position, but she could tell from the sobs and heaving of her husband that he was really enjoying it too. Clearly her taking the initiative had turned him on; she had never felt him so hard inside her. As she moved his arms easily over his head she wondered if that was part of it; did he like her being in control? Clearly he had not done much to prevent it.

Without stopping the slow thrusts of her hips she placed both his wrists in one hand and slipped her other behind on his chest and start crashing his chest like a man do to his wife.

"Like this, huh?" she breathed softly, smiling as he pretended to struggle beneath her. "Like me to be on top, do you?" she asked breathily as she gave him a hard thrust with her hips, only to slow down slightly and start with the circular motion again. She smiled as each downward thrust caused a gasp to escape from his lips, and she slammed down hard and was rewarded with an audible noise more like shock.

Aroused beyond belief, Dinesh was in shock. His young, normally demure wife had him pinned helplessly on the bed while she slowly brought him to climax, her strong body clearly easily able to overpower his. He stopped heaving with his arms as it was only straining his shoulders and looked into Shardha's eyes. She looked radiant as she increased the pace of her thrusting hips, watching him for the signs of his impending orgasm, wishing to time her second with it. Releasing his hands as the inevitable approached she shifted her right arm back around his chest to cradle his nipples while her left reached down to caress his firm buttock and thigh. Sensing that he was close now she started to pump in earnest, until she felt his body tense up, and then she thrust hard. Almost lifting completely off him she drove down again and again, bringing herself to orgasm even as he shot deep inside her. Such was the pleasure that she barely noticed his hands as they roamed across her shoulders and along her arms.

She lifted herself slightly, resting on her right elbow and smiled down at him.

"Wow, that was fantastic," she said, beaming a big smile at him. "Hope you didn't mind me being on top this time, but it just felt so good I didn't want to move anywhere else."

"No, you can do that whenever you want."

She thought she could hear something in his voice, but could not quite place it.

She reached up with her left hand to brush her hair over her right shoulder, and then she noticed his hand on her biceps. The position caused it to flex and he was silently feeling the big roundness of her considerably large bicep. It was swelling like a big man’s.

"I do seem to have grown somewhat since I took on this new position at work." It was almost an apology, she had noticed that she seemed to be getting heavier but not in the places she would expect. She spent six hours a day lifting sealed meat packages to visually inspect before delivery. "Nothing could replace the human eye", her boss had told her when explaining the importance of her new job. And when, after only three weeks, she had complained of backache, a physio was there the next day to teach her lifting posture and exercises to ease stress from standing all day. And two weeks later she had a new job title and a pay rise as well as a bigger appetite. Lifting packages weighing up to 30 Kg all day made her hungry, as well as noticeably bigger in the shoulders and arms.

"Do you think I should change my job? Am I starting to look.....well..... Too big?" She bit her lip as she waited for the answer, she didn't know if he would be upset that she was ballooning up so much. "They get bigger," she said as she lowered and raised her clenched fist a few times, watching his face. He inhaled slowly as the bicep beneath his hand grew even bigger with each flex. "I used to struggle with all the lifting but I hardly notice it now. I guess I'm a bit stronger than I used to be." She paused as she felt his recently depleted cock growing inside her again. "Do you mind that?"

The question was almost redundant as he continued to feel the thick arm, and just to be sure she lowered herself gently on top of him and raised her right arm in the same pose, pumping it quickly up to the same size.

"No, I don't mind. You just made me come harder than I ever have before, and I'm getting aroused again just by feeling these arms of yours. Like I said, you can do that to me whenever you want. And I mean that you literally can do that, whenever you want whether I want to or not, whether I try to stop you or not. I tried to stop you earlier and you hardly noticed, you just took control, did what you wanted."

"Oh, Dinesh, I'm sorry, I didn't realize you wanted me to stop. I.."

"No! The best sex EVER! You were so powerful; you are so powerful that I couldn't make any difference at all. And did I mention that I came harder than ever before?

Seriously, you CAN do that to me anytime YOU want to. And if I try to stop you just ignore me, hold me down and fuck me till you're done. Nothing has ever turned me as much as you just now, taking me against all my best efforts to stop you."

"Really? You were trying your hardest to stop me? It didn't seem like you were trying that hard at all. I had both of your arms down with just one of mine.....

And you were trying to get free? To stop me?"

"Yes, really. I don't know who was strongest before you took this job, but there’s no question at all now. If you want sex with me, you can just put me in whatever position you want me and fuck me. I will struggle; try my best to stop you, but not because I want you to stop, because I know you are much stronger than me. Holy shit, Shardha, it’s only been two minutes and I'm hard as stone again."

She took his wrists and pinned his arms either side of his shoulders while nudging his legs even further apart than before. She ground herself against him before rising up and thrusting back down, noticing with delight that he was indeed, really hard again. This time she was less gentle, when she came down on him it was with considerable force on his hips and groin, making a slapping sound. His legs spread wider and she hammered down, relishing the power she had over him.

She released his wrists and slipped her arms around his slim upper body, supporting herself and hugging him tightly to her as she slowly but firmly pumped her hips. He lasted longer this time but she did not tire, reveling in the feel of his hands on her strong body. She tightened her arms as she felt his hands on them, teased him by lifting almost completely off him then surging down again. She loved being on top, it was such a thrill for her.

She came twice more before she felt his body tense, ready to burst again, and when she felt his hands on her buttocks, trying to force her down onto him she clenched them tightly, hardening them so that he could feel the power there. This also caused her to grip him tightly within her, and she sensed his orgasm backing off. She moved slowly again, then increased her speed until he was gasping with each thrust, only to stop and lock him tightly once more.

Finally she could feel another orgasm rising within her and she pumped him harder and faster until they both came together. She mashed her lips onto his as she held him tightly in her arms as they both shuddered with pleasure.

 
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Gentle strength Chapter 1
by Mez261uk