Hated Family

Prologue

The night had not changed in my mind, my memories were clearly painted; the pale skin illuminated underneath the glow of the fully waxed moon. His back had been made ethereal under such a light, his face and body had been obscured by the painting shadows dancing around the meadow surrounding us. He was ivory in skin tone, though I could still make a glimpse under the light of the lunar light that a warm tan lingered beneath his skin of white. His hair was long and it tickled at the shell of my ear as it fell beside his face and stopped me from seeing the shape of the mouth kissing my skin, stopping me from making a plain construction of the strong jawline I was gently nipping upon. Such hair was alit with the bright of the moon, sparkling under the shine so I knew it was a blue-midnight black tone, that it was mussed and unkempt, and as I ran my hands through it, I also knew it was thick, smooth against my fingers as it delicately trickled between my index and thumb. He towered over me, arms of trained muscle upholding him and plainly telling me by the many sharp scars upon his skin that he was a shinobi -and the thrill of that knowledge sent a shutter of arousal down between my legs like nothing ever had before. He was panting above me slightly, while I lay comfortably upon the scratching leafs of the flowers I'd crushed beneath by accident. I was almost entirely nude, save the frilled lace panties I'd chosen to wear upon a whim that morning, curled under him, I ran my fingers over his abdomen; I had been wondering if he was as well-fit as his arms showcased. I'd bit my lip as once again as a thrill charged between my legs in finding that he was.

He had lay over me then, a gutteral sound escaping him that I cannot properly explain, his hands running fingermarks down my ribs. His mouth had been at my neck nipping lightly before he'd bitten down, and I had screamed as he'd broken through skin. Incidentally, my legs had wrapped around his waist in a clutching hold for fear of losing his grip upon me. He had sucked on the junction between my neck and shoulder, making a mark -that even with the Kyuubi, had yet to fade even now.- One of my hands fled his hair, scratching harsh down his twitching shoulder blades and trailing blood underneath my fingernails, whilst the other pulled into his hair as if it were the only grasp of sanity I had. I'd begun moaning then, as he ground himself upon me animalistic and brutal, my thighs flexed as one of his hands trailed down to my panties, fingers ignoring my poor excuse for a cock and trailing down to play with my secret hole, one that was not supposed to exist, pushing the lace of my underwear into my cunt in a way that made the wetness between overstimulate me, and my thighs had gripped him tighter as a loud moan escaped me. I remember he'd chuckled to the sound, finding something amusing as his fingers slipped underneath the cloth and he began to play with my hole as if it were a prank he was preparing. I'd been the one harshly panting then, the sensation overpowering me.

Then, without a hesitation he'd ripped off my panties as I -rather eagerly- attempted to pull away his pants, clawing at the edges of the trousers. I'd been inelegant, my mind in a daze and unfocused on reality however. Therein, he'd taken over, pulling his fingers out of my pussy with a lude sound that echoed to the silence of the air around us. He pult himself free, then settled over me in preparation, my thighs already open. I'd just waited for him to fill me, I remember screaming as he did, pushed in all as one not relenting, a force in his motions as my legs had crawled higher up his body to where they were met with bare skin, my arms had pulled him down, meshing us together and with a display of my own want, I'd gripped his hair and forced his head up, I heard him hiss as I did so. I pushed our lips together, he bit at mine punishingly enough to draw blood -a scar now decorates my lower lip, appearing only slightly like a kunai wound. I could feel him inside, and rather automatically I tightened my muscles at the intrusion; he groaned on my mouth as I did so. We had both come at the same time, he had been hot inside me, whilst I had sprayed with a slick from my virginia and a dry orgasm from my slight cock. He'd kept going even as he had relaxed over me, twitching each time a spurt of cum came in, I'd moaned.

However, I cannot forget how as his head pulled away from my lips, his irises glimmered a bright shining red even in the shadows.