What happens when Suna's master puppeteer discovers a lewd, but lucrative, side line business in the Akatsuki?
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The tall raven haired man looked at himself in the mirror. His slim fingers ran through his hair and he sighed. He looked at the tools that were lined up on his desk and double checked that they were all there. His eyes lingered on a long length of rope.
His room door opened and in walked himself. The imposter nodded at him and placed the girl on the bed then turned into a murder of crows and flew through the open window into the night.
Itachi walked over to his bed where a set of black lace lingerie awaited. He dressed the doll quickly, his fingers tracing the lace on her breasts. He then took the rope and began to tie her up in the Shibari practice. Once he was satisfied he stepped back to marvel at his work.
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He could feel himself harden as he looked at the rope that lay perfectly against her skin and accentuated her breasts. But first, he needed to finish preparing himself. This was the most important part of his ritual.
He walked over to his desk where a lamp and a small mirror sat. He opened a drawer and removed the false panel at the bottom. Taking out a small container, he sat down in front of the mirror. His eyes examined his face throughly as his fingers opened the container.
Itachi applied a powder foundation, creating a layer between his skin and the outside world. His expert fingers traced his eyes and shaped them with eyeliner. Puckering his lips, he applied a bold dark red lipstick and kissed his reflection.
He turned to the side, still sitting down, and pulled a pair of black, 5 inch spiked heels towards his feet. He smiled as he slipped them on, his fingers stroking the expensive leather. Heels on, he stood up and removed his cloak.
A black laced g string struggled to contain his member, his waist was cinched with a black garter belt that held up his stockings. His hands traveled up his sides to linger over the black lace bra he was wearing. His fingers tangled in his hair before removing his hair tie. Silky raven locks flowed around his face as he shook his head and approached the doll.
He stood over her, stroking his member as he thought about how he wanted her. His onyx eyes followed her curves and his tongue licked his lips.
He picked her up and placed her on a hook that was hung from his ceiling. The hook secured her center or gravity so that she was perfectly balanced in the air. Itachi smiled and reached out to stroke her face. His other hand reached down to free his throbbing member from his underwear.
He tilted the doll down so that her face was in his crotch and her ass was in the air. He opened her mouth and slid his cock in. He exhaled loudly as he felt her tongue wrap around his cock. He closed his eyes and focused on not cumming then and there. Once he regained control of himself, he began thrusting in and out of her mouth. When he felt himself begin to lose control and close to climaxing he pulled out, breathing hard.
He tilted the doll in the opposite direction and positioned her womanhood near his face. He's never been so up close and personal to a woman before and he was intrigued. He had read about what to do from a stolen copy of Icha Icha Paradise and now he had his chance to experience it.
He moved her panties to the side and tentatively licked her folds. Feeling emboldened he used his fingers to spread her lips open and licked around her clit. He plunged his tongue into her and felt her walls massage his tongue. He was fascinated by all of this and made a mental note to try it the next time he and Kisame went to an inn.
His member was aching and twitching and Itachi was growing impatient with need. He lowered the doll until she sat just above his cock, with her back to him.
Biting her neck, he slowly inserted himself into her. He groaned loudly as his hands fondled her breasts and her walls gripped him. Balancing on his heels, he pulled out and thrusted back into her. He felt his tip impact her cervix and he moaned lowly. He kept up this pace, thrusting hard and fast, closer and closer to cumming. He closed his eyes and with a muttered "FUCK!" he came and felt his seed spurting into her.
He pulled out and lowered himself onto his knees, his face upturned to the doll's pussy. His cum leaked from her and he drank all he could get.
He stood up and unhooked her from the ceiling and put her back on his bed. He stepped out of his heels and lingerie, grabbed a towel and went to take a shower.
A loud fluttering of wings startled Sasori as Itachi's crow clone appeared before him. Without a word the clone deposited the doll at Sasori's feet and broke away into individual crows.
Sasori retrieved the puppet and looked her over. She wasn't in bad shape, just needed a tweak here and there. Then he noticed red marks on her skin. He peered at the mark, eyes squinted quizzically, one of his fingers brushing the mark. He rubbed the familiar oily substance between his fingers. Lipstick?! He knew the Uchiha were an odd clan but this? Itachi? He shook his head. He didn't want to think about it.
