Wandering Heathens

Icha Icha Separation

His lips trailed down her neck, "Mitsuki, I need you..." he whispered, sending shivers down her spine as she felt her resolve weakening. No! I can't! She frantically thought while inhaling his intoxicating scent of masculine musk. Her hand slipped between the folds of her kimono, following her thigh, and up to her soaked panties before finally finding and rubbing the source of her physical need...

Obita put the book face down on her bed, keeping her page, and laid down with her arms behind her head. Her mask lay on the covers where she had tossed it. Her eye looked at her ceiling while her mind replayed the scene she had read about. Pathetic weaklings, she scorned, love is for the foolish. Lust, however, is fair game.

She closed her eye and thought of a certain red head who was away from Ame on a bounty mission. She had memorized every curve, plane and facet of his face and body while nursing him back to health after the battle with Kiri. He hadn't acknowledged her care and she would remind him of this at an opportune time.

Meanwhile, her fingers found the hem of her shirt and slipped under, her smooth hands gliding up her stomach and sides until they were stopped by the soft satin of her bra. In her mind her hands became his and she bit her lip while his hands lightly trailed up over the cups and traced their outline. "Mmmmm" she moaned and rubbed her thighs together as her fingers continued their lazy path to her chest. Pressing the pads of her fingers to the skin on her chest, she was able to imagine it was his lips on her skin.

Obita sighed in arousal and trailed her fingers down the same path they took. Her fingertips toyed with her pant's waistband. In her mind he was hovering over her, his signature smirk on his lips and his fingers teasing her. She slipped her hand past the waistband and her fingers found her clothed sex. She gasped as she pressed on the sensitive bud and her toes curled reflexively. She writhed on her bed while her fingers stroked and rubbed her increasingly wet pussy. Moaning, she moved her panties aside and plunged two fingers into her core. Her moans turned into groans of disappointment when her fingers couldn't reach the spot she needed. Obita sighed in frustration before remembering Zetsuki.

"ZETSUKI!" She called as she stripped her top and pants off, laying on her back, propped up by her elbows, as she waited for the plant creature. "You called?" She asked as she emerged from the floor. "I need Kuro. Separate" Obita demanded. "Why?" Zetsuki asked. "ENOUGH! Remember your place! I need Kuro!" Zetsuki shrank from Obita before separating into two separate humanoids.

Kuro was the black half, with yellow eyes and a thick hard cock already erect and waiting for Obita's next orders. Shiro was the white half and trying to cover her breasts and vagina. "Leave, Shiro" and the white woman nodded and left the room. Turning her attention to Kuro, Obita motioned him over to her. He obediently walked over and she grabbed a fistful of his green hair and forced him to his knees and in front of her glistening pussy. "Lick" she demanded and he obliged.

As Kuro did as she commanded, Obita used her hands to grope and knead her breasts. Ryuu... she gasped as her nipples hardened and her fingers found them, pulling, pinching and twisting them while Kuro's tongue licked and flicked her clit. "Yes...mmmm...more" she begged as his tongue slowly thrusted in and out of her hole. "I think you are ready" Kuro said while his fingers slid into her easily.

Obita sat up, turned around and got on all fours, swaying her ass a little in the air. Kuro approached her round ass, stroking his impressive black length, and lined himself up with her. His member's tip pressed against her dripping hole and he inserted himself in one thrust. "AH!~" Obita moaned and arched her hips at the quick intrusion while Kuro placed a hand on the small of her back and used the other to grip her shoulder. He moved his hips back a little and slammed into her, using the hand on her shoulder to add more power to his thrust.

"Fuck! Ah! Yes~" Obita moaned as his cock hit her cervix, satiating the need to be fucked deeply. Kuro grunted and groaned as he thrusted into her over and over, releasing her shoulder and grabbing her wrists and bringing her arms behind her back. Pulling on her arms he forced her to sit up on her knees and arch her back. In this position he could thrust even deeper and he was close to fucking Obita's cervix open.

Obita winced as Kuro's strong hands forced her arms in place but that pain mixed with the pleasure of his cock fucking her. She was soon a mess, her eye closed and her mouth open and panting, her pussy drenching the bed and Kuro's cock and her walls pulsating and twitching around Kuro in their need to release. "Harder!" She demanded and Kuro slammed into her as hard and deep as he could, eliciting a moan and a "Yes! Right there!" from Obita.

Ryuu's voice spoke in her mind, "cum for me", in such a breathless whisper that she tensed and her walls clenched. She wrenched an arm free and rubbed her sensitive clit while wave after wave of hot pleasure washed over her. Kuro groaned and filled her womb with his seed.

He pulled out, a mixture of cum and juices dripping from his now limp cock. He stood back and Shiro came into the room. Wordlessly they merged together and Zetsuki left again.

With soft pants and her body's twitching from her orgasm, Obita lay satisfied and naked. She caught a glance of the book that had started this and chuckled. I'll have to up his priority if he continues to be a distraction for me. She picked up the book and began reading again, her fingers tracing the outline of the pages as she lost herself in a world of war and romance.