The night bled into morning, and the world marched on — except for Mei Terumi.
Far from the Mist Village, in a dimly lit bedroom high in the Raikage Tower, a man slept like a contented child, his face buried between the massive, soft breasts of a fair-skinned woman. Her pale skin glowed faintly in the early light, heavy curves rising and falling with each slow breath while he nuzzled deeper into that warm, plush valley, completely at peace — as if the entire shinobi world was bending exactly to his design.
Footsteps echoed frantically down the corridor outside.
A blonde sprinted toward the bedroom door, eyes wide with panic. Before she could slam it open, a firm hand caught her wrist.
A dark-skinned, middle-aged woman with sharp eyes blocked her path. "These are private quarters, Miss Ino," Mabui said coolly. "You do not barge in on the Raikage. If you have an urgent message for Lady Tsunade, you may deliver it to me."
Ino's chest heaved, fists clenched so tight her knuckles went white. She forced a slow breath through her teeth, trying to rein in the storm of anger and embarrassment.
"This is an internal Konoha matter, Mabui-sama," she said, voice trembling but polite. "It's… extremely sensitive. I need to speak with the Hokage directly. Please — just let me through."
Mabui crossed her arms beneath her chest, the motion pressing her full, dark breasts together until deep cleavage spilled against the edge of her flak jacket. Her gaze fixed on Ino.
"I can practically see the anger leaking from your eyes, little flower," she said, voice low and smooth. "I respect that you're loyal to Konoha, truly. But loyalty doesn't give you the right to barge into the Raikage's private quarters. Turn around, go wait like a good girl, and Lady Tsunade will see you when she's finished entertaining him."
Ino snapped.
"Stop mocking me!" she shouted, chakra flaring violet around her fingertips. "Move, or I swear I'll turn your mind into soup—"
Mabui's smirk widened. In one blur her hand lashed out and cracked a sharp, open-palmed slap right across Ino's perky tits. The impact sent them bouncing in a perfect, obscene jiggle under that tight purple top, nipples stiff enough to poke straight through the fabric. A couple of passing shinobi froze mid-step at the wet *thwack*.
Ino's face went scarlet with rage and humiliation.
"You—!" She lunged, grabbing Mabui's collar with both hands and yanking her forward until their bodies slammed together, tits mashing, hips grinding. "How dare you touch me! Mind co—"
Mabui's palm pressed flat between Ino's breasts, right over her racing heart.
"Know your place, kid," she whispered. "Heavenly Transfer."
The world blinked.
One heartbeat later Ino was in freefall outside the tower, wind screaming, ground rushing up to smash her. One terrified scream tore out of her throat—
—and she was back in the hallway, sprawled on the floor at Mabui's feet, hair a wild mess, skirt flipped high enough to flash lavender panties and the growing wet spot between her thighs.
Ino scrambled upright, panting, eyes blazing. She seized Mabui's collar again and swung a wild punch. Mabui twisted, but Ino hung on like a rabid cat. They stumbled, grappled, breasts crushing against breasts, hips bumping, breathless curses flying.
"You bitch—!"
"Brat—!"
"Let go—!"
Here's the chunk, proofread with lanes 100 % separated: comedy/pain is comedy/pain, filth is filth. Only micro-tweaks to tighten and amplify exactly what you want.
Their grappling bodies crashed backward into the bedroom door. The unbolted latch snapped with a sharp crack and the heavy door flew inward. Mabui hit the floor first, back slamming polished wood with a grunt. Ino landed on top a heartbeat later, knocking the breath from both in a tangled, sweaty heap of limbs and sharp, pained gasps.
Ino shoved up onto her knees, fist already cocked—
Then her eyes slid sideways.
And the whole world stopped dead.
Just to her left, on the vast bed: something thick, dark, and impossibly heavy lay half-buried between snow-white thighs. The contrast hit like a punch to the gut.
Ino's fist froze in mid-air.
Her gaze crawled upward, inch by inch… past the slow, heavy rise of bare tits, past a strong jaw buried deep in that plush valley… up to a spill of golden hair across silk pillows.
Her mouth fell open. No sound. Just a thin string of drool slipping off her lip.
She stood without thinking, legs trembling like a newborn foal, and took one zombie step toward the bed.
Mabui flashed between them like lightning, planting herself like a wall.
"Maids!" she barked. "Get this drooling idiot out of here. NOW."
Before the maids could burst in, a low, sleepy groan rolled across the room.
Tsunade's golden eyes fluttered open. She blinked once, twice, then pushed herself up on one elbow, heavy tits swaying like warm silk. "What the hell is all this noise…?"
Her gaze swept the room, still foggy with sleep, until it landed on Ino.
Every drop of color drained from the Hokage's face.
With a violent shove she flung the man off her chest. He rolled onto his back without waking, the sheet sliding away like it had been waiting for this exact moment.
And there he was.
Handsome didn't begin to cover it. Sharp, regal features framed by dark hair. Broad, sculpted chest flowing into carved abs that caught the morning light. And between powerful thighs, that cock, thick as Ino's wrist and more than enough to make any woman beg for it, lay half-hard against his stomach, dark skin gleaming, veins pulsing lazily with every heartbeat.
Tsunade sat upright, completely naked, not even trying to cover herself. "Ino! What the fuck are you doing in my bedroom?!"
But Ino didn't hear a word.
Her mouth fell open. A fresh thread of drool slipped from the corner of her lips and trailed down her chin. Pupils blown wide, fixed on that obscene slab. Sasuke, Sai, every crush she'd ever had, erased in one heartbeat. A sudden flood of heat soaked straight through her panties; her thighs clenched on pure instinct.
Tsunade and Mabui were shouting now, voices overlapping, but it was just static.
Ino took one dreamy, stumbling step forward.
Tsunade snarled, stomped over, and cracked her palm across the back of Ino's skull so hard the blonde's teeth clicked.
"Ow—!" Ino jolted, eyes snapping into focus. She blinked up at a very naked, very furious Hokage planted right in front of her.
Ino gave her a dazed, pleading smile.
"Lady Tsunade… could you move, please? I just… I need to keep looking at him."
Tsunade's eyebrow twitched like it was about to launch off her face.
Ino, still floating in full dick-drunk orbit, clasped her hands together like she was praying to it. "Is he your boyfriend? Please, please share him with me. He's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. Did you order him from heaven or—"
Tsunade flicked Ino's forehead so hard the blonde staggered back two steps, eyes crossing for a second.
"That," she hissed through clenched teeth, "is the fucking Raikage."
Ino's jaw dropped, eyes ballooning to cartoon size. "The—wha—"
Before another syllable could tumble out, a pale, a pale, ice-cold hand clamped around her upper arm like a steel trap. Kaguya (hair twisted into a perfect maid bun, black-and-white uniform clinging to every impossible curve) materialized beside her. Without a single word the goddess-turned-servant started dragging Ino backward, heels scraping the floor in pathetic little streaks. The blonde was too cock-shocked to even squeak.
The door slammed shut.
Silence crashed down.
Tsunade exhaled, rolled her shoulders, and stretched like a cat, every bare inch of her on full display. "Mind telling me why Yamanaka just got a free ticket to my bedroom?"
Mabui snatched a silk robe off the chair and held it out. "Cover the goods first, Lady Tsunade."
Tsunade smirked, shrugged into the sleeves, and tied it loose enough that the deep valley of her tits still threatened to spill out with every breath. "Happy now?"
"Ecstatic," Mabui deadpanned, mouth twitching. "Short version: noisy blonde tried to storm in, I stopped her, we fought, door broke. Nothing, you need to sweat." She flicked a glance at the bed where the Raikage slept like a tank, cock still thick and half-hard against his abs. "But we're one hour late for the summit. I'll be outside. Wake the beast."
Before Tsunade could argue, Mabui vanished, door clicking shut.
Tsunade glared at the empty space. "That little…"
She turned to the absolute unit sprawled across her sheets.
"Shit." She rubbed her temples. "If I wake this walking hard-on we'll never leave this bed."
No choice.
She stalked over and nudged his hip with her foot. Nothing.
Harder nudge. Still dead to the world.
Tsunade growled, hauled back, and kicked his thigh like she was trying to score a field goal.
His eyes snapped open. One huge hand shot out, locked around her ankle, and yanked.
Tsunade yelped as she crashed forward. In one smooth roll he dragged her down, pinning her leg high against his chest, robe flapping open.
"Mmm… morning, princess," he rumbled, voice gravel and pure hunger. "Let's fuck."
"Are you insane?!" She thrashed, tits bouncing free again. "We're late for the damn Kage meeting, you oversized cock with legs! Get up!"
He didn't budge. Instead he started prowling up her body like a panther, lips grazing the inside of her knee, then the soft skin of her thigh, thick fingers sliding higher with one very obvious destination.
"The meeting can wait," he growled against her skin, breath, hot enough to make her clit twitch. "This pussy can't."
Tsunade's heel snapped up and cracked him clean in the jaw a split-second before those fingers could sink into the slick mess already soaking her folds.
He reeled back with a deep, startled grunt. She scrambled off the mattress like it was on fire, heart pounding in her throat.
"Too fucking close. One more inch and I'd have been bouncing on that beast until the sun went down."
She backed all the way across the room, robe hanging open, tits heaving with every ragged breath.
The Raikage propped himself on one elbow, dark eyes gleaming, lazy smirk curling. "What's the rush, woman?"
Tsunade planted her fists on her hips, shoved her chest out until those heavy tits damn near flopped free, and snarled, "Because we're late, you walking, hard-on! Get your oversized, horny ass out of bed and put some damn clothes on!"
He flopped back onto the pillow with a dramatic, thunder-deep groan. "Fuck these meetings."
"Then listen," she purred, the voice of pure sin.
She slid the robe off completely and climbed onto the bed, planting herself right in front of him. Back straight, knees butterflied wide, she sat tall so her soaked pussy was on full shameless display inches from his face. She cupped her heavy tits from underneath, lifting and squeezing them together until they bulged, nipples stiff and aimed straight at him.
"Get out of this bed, put on that fancy hat, and behave like a proper Raikage at the summit… and I'll introduce you to Hinata's mother myself."
She let the offer hang, one brow arched.
"She spent half our tea yesterday asking about you. Didn't say it outright, but her eyes were begging."
"Or," she whispered, pinching her nipples hard enough to make herself gasp, "stay right here and wreck this pussy until I can't walk."
She leaned in just a little, tits swaying, eyes locked on his.
"Your choice, Raikage-sama. Haruka… or me. Choose it."
The Raikage didn't hesitate. One second he was still on the bed, cock rock-hard and ready to wreck Tsunade's insides; the instant Haruka name left her lips he bolted upright, shot to his feet, and vanished into the washroom, door slamming like a thunderclap.
Thirty minutes later Mabui eased the door open, braced for the smell of fresh sex and a bed in ruins.
Instead: Tsunade by the window, towel-drying her hair, robe hanging open, skin flushed but her pussy clearly, painfully untouched.
Mabui blinked, then cracked up. "No way… you actually cock-blocked him? I had money on him folding you in half before breakfast."
Tsunade smirked, flicked the towel over a chair. "Not even a kiss. Trade secret, darling. Locked vault."
Mabui shook her head, half-relieved, half-impressed. "Keep it classified. Just get dressed. Before the summit, go calm your little blonde stalker; she's one meltdown away from setting the tower on fire. I'll wrangle Raikage-sama and make sure he actually leaves this time."
Tsunade arched a brow, lips curling. "Dropping the '-sama' with me now, are we? Fine. But in public the masks stay on. You know the rules."
Mabui's golden eyes flashed. She dipped a small, knowing nod.
Tsunade flashed one last wicked smile, tied the robe shut, and walked out.
Tsunade stalked the corridors, irritation climbing with every empty turn. One half of her brain wanted to strangle Ino; the other half was already hearing the other Kage bitching about every minute she kept them waiting.
Finally she spotted her: Ino frozen in front of a tall window, sunlight bathing her like some perverted halo. The girl was grinning like a fool, head bobbing in tiny, rhythmic nods, lips pursed and sliding as if she had a thick cock stuffed down her throat. Soft, stupid little giggles kept bubbling out. Passing maids took one look and speed-walked away, convinced the Yamanaka had finally snapped.
Tsunade marched up and cracked a palm across the back of Ino's skull hard enough to rattle teeth.
"Oi! Snap out of your dick-drunk daydream, brat. You're literally drooling in my hallway."
Ino jerked upright, eyes refocusing. A mortified sleeve-swipe cleared the shine off her chin.
"S-sorry, Lady Tsunade! I was just… hehe…"
One death-glare was all it took.
Ino snapped straight, bowed, and switched to the perfect soldier voice.
"Lady Hokage, please forgive me. Several senior delegates are challenging my appointment as team leader, citing age and experience. I need to know if you still back me."
Tsunade rolled her eyes so hard the sound was audible. She grabbed Ino's shoulders and leaned in close.
"Listen up. These idiots grew tits and height but never brains. Tell every last fossil the Hokage picked you personally. Watch how fast their mouths shut. This whole program was your baby: your idea, your plan, your blood and sweat. You earned that seat ten times over. Clear?"
Ino's worry melted into a small, fierce smile.
Tsunade let go and jerked her chin down the hall. "Good. Now quit stalling. We're late. Move your ass before I kick it straight into the summit chamber."
Ino snapped a sharp nod. "Yes, Lady Hokage."
The two blondes strode off, heels striking the marble in perfect, dangerous sync.
Ten minutes later, the heavy doors swung open.
Tsunade entered first, robes crisp, posture perfect. Ino one step behind, chin high, hands clasped to hide the tremor.
Every Kage's gaze snapped to the chunin.
Darui raised a brow. Kankuro's lips parted. Kurotsuchi leaned forward with a thin, poisonous smile.
Ino felt the weight of every stare, but the Raikage's hit hardest. Heat flashed through her body; her thighs pressed together on reflex.
One glance and I'm finished.
Gaara rose slowly, sand drifting at his feet. His voice is calm, precise, lethal.
"Lady Hokage. This summit concerns the Mizukage's wedding and the stability of the alliance. Why have you brought a chunin?"
Tsunade placed a steady hand on Ino's shoulder.
"Because we have debated the same issue three times without resolution. Ino Yamanaka has the solution. Ino."
Silence fell, thick and absolute.
Ino stepped forward.
"Good morning, honoured Kage.
The dilemma is clear:
Attend the ceremony or risk fracturing the alliance we fought to preserve.
Send full delegations and we leave four villages vulnerable while every high-value target gathers in one location.
My proposal: each village sends one small, trusted and strong delegation, ten to thirty shinobi maximum, composed exclusively of individuals who already share a personal bond with the Mizukage.
Benefits:
Diplomatic presence is maintained; no village can claim insult. Security remains airtight; borders stay protected. The gesture strengthens Mist's trust rather than straining it.
Small. Secure. Elegant."
Kurotsuchi stood, voice dripping like acid. "Good job, little girl. Now get out of the room"
Ino met her eyes, smiled politely, and tone razor-sharp. "I will after you correct your incompetence, Miss Tsuchikage."
Kurotsuchi's chakra flared. Gaara's sand hissed once.
"Choose your next words with care, You're talking to one of the Kage" he warned, voice low.
Ino bowed, genuine. "Understood, Lord Kazekage. That is the proposal."
Tsunade spoke. "Konoha is already implementing it. Ino commands our delegation. I recommend the rest of you follow."
Kurotsuchi spat "We'll consider it" and stormed out.
Gaara gave a single, measured nod. Darui allowed himself a small smirk.
Then the Raikage rose.
He crossed the floor in three unhurried strides and stopped directly in front of Ino. One massive hand settled on top of her head, warm, heavy, gentle.
The entire chamber went perfectly still.
Ino's knees nearly gave out. Heat exploded through her body; the memory of that naked silhouette burned across her vision. Her fingers twitched, aching to reach out, to do something unforgivable in front of four nations.
The Raikage, completely unaware, smiled down at her and kept gently threading his fingers through her hair.
"Outstanding work, little lady Ino. Grown men with decades of experience missed what you saw in a heartbeat. Name anything you want. Anything at all. I'll grant it."
He turned slightly to Mabui. "Escort the Kage and their aides to the dining hall. Make them feel at home."
Mabui bowed smoothly. "At once, Raikage-sama."
He looked back down at Ino, fingers still stroking her blonde strands, and grinned wide.
"You're coming to lunch too, little star."
Ino's breath hitched. Her hand actually began to rise.
Tsunade appeared in a flash, bright laugh ringing, hooked an arm around Ino's shoulders and pressed the girl's face straight into the valley of her barely-covered breasts.
"She's shy, Raikage-sama," Tsunade sang, voice syrupy. "Keep petting her like that and she'll faint on the spot. I'll bring her myself. You go ahead."
The Raikage blinked, shrugged, and walked off with the others, Mabui guiding the procession.
The doors closed.
The second they were alone, Tsunade released Ino, grabbed her by the ear, and hissed:
"You absolute horny disaster. Two more seconds and you'd have grabbed his dick in front of the Five Kage. Get your shit together before I knock it into you."
Ino whimpered, flushed scarlet, but managed a tiny nod against Tsunade's chest.
Tsunade sighed, dragged a hand down her face, and started marching the girl toward the dining hall.
"Come on, little star. Try not to hump the table when he smiles at you."
In the dining hall the mood was light, porcelain clinking, soft laughter floating over the long table. Everyone was busy moaning over Cloud's famous honeyed cloud-fluff that melted the second it touched your tongue.
Everyone except the Raikage.
He stood with Tsunade in the shadowed corner by the sliding doors, arms folded, eyes locked on Ino like a hawk.
The girl sat perfectly straight between Kurotsuchi and Shizune, cheeks only the faintest flush on her cheeks, laughing politely at whatever Darui just said.
Raikage tilted his head toward Tsunade, voice low.
"Tell me I'm crazy. That little blonde… earlier her eyes were begging me to bend her over the table. Now she's sitting there like a perfect lady. What the hell?"
Tsunade licked the last bit of dessert off her spoon, smirking.
"You're not crazy. She walked in on you naked this morning. Brain turned to soup on the spot. Normally she's sharp, but that cock of yours hit her like a meteor. Turned her into a drooling mess in three seconds flat."
She set the bowl aside, waved Shizune off, then slid her hand straight between his legs and gave a slow, possessive squeeze around the thick bulge straining his pants.
"Poor kid doesn't even know what kind of trouble she's asking for."
Raikage glanced around, coast clear, and let out a low chuckle.
"What are you saying, Tsunade? Thought we both liked this game we play."
Tsunade pressed her whole body against him, tits flattening to his chest, fingers tightening.
"We do. But that thing is too big for her. Cool it."
He leaned in until their lips brushed, breath hot.
"Not a barbarian… but I'm no saint either. A sexy little thing throws herself at me? I catch."
Tsunade shut him up with a hard, hungry kiss, then pulled back just enough to whisper against his mouth.
"You're an animal. Hands off my ass. Remember the deal: lose control and you can have this whenever you want… but you lose her."
One last warning squeeze, through the fabric, then her hand slipped away.
Raikage pulled his palm off her ass with a growl.
"You bitch."
He bit his lip, grinning.
That exact second Mabui materialised beside them, golden eyes blazing, voice a lethal whisper.
"Are you two insane? This is a public lunch with every Kage ten metres away. Shizune's about to throw her body in front of you like a human shield. Separate. Right now.
Or I swear I'll drag you apart in front of everyone."
Raikage didn't even flinch. One huge hand clamped around Mabui's wrist and he strode straight into the centre of the room, pulling her with him like she weighed nothing.
"EVERYBODY."
The hall went dead silent. All heads snapped around.
"Delightful afternoon," he boomed, voice rolling like thunder. "Thank you for the company and for accepting Cloud's hospitality. Duty calls me away early. Stay, finish the desserts, swap your war stories. My people will take perfect care of you for the next two days."
Polite applause, polite nods. He gave one back and tugged Mabui toward the doors.
The second the heavy panels slid shut behind them, the mask dropped.
Mabui barely got out a startled "Sir, where—"
He scooped her up like air-light, ripped her fitted top clean down the middle with one savage yank, and buried his face between her dark, bouncing tits.
"Gonna fuck you senseless," he growled into her skin, already sprinting full-tilt down the corridor.
Mabui's shocked moan bounced off the stone walls as her back slammed against his bedroom door seconds later.
Ten minutes after the Raikage dragged Mabui out, the dining hall was still warm and lazy. Dessert plates clinked, laughter rolled, Kage and aides swapping compliments about Cloud food, the weather, old war stories, whatever.
Everyone except one person.
Ino sat ramrod straight, smiling on cue, nodding at jokes that never reached her brain. Inside she was screaming.
He left with her.
That tall, dark-skinned goddess.
Right now, somewhere in this tower, he's probably ripping the rest of her clothes off, pinning her to a wall, feeding her every inch of that thick cock.
Ino's thighs rubbed together under the table. Her spoon shook. Every heartbeat throbbed between her legs like a second pulse.
She needed to see it.
She needed it.
No one noticed the chair scrape back. She rose, slipped between two laughing jōnin like a ghost, and vanished through the doors.
Tsunade caught it mid-sentence with Gaara and Kurotsuchi.
Blonde hair disappearing.
Shit.
She tensed, ready to chase, but Kurotsuchi picked that exact second to start bitching.
"That little mind-transfer brat talked to me like I'm some genin. Someone needs to put her in her place."
Gaara murmured something calm. Tsunade was trapped, smile frozen, sake cup halfway to her lips.
Through the narrowing gap she watched Ino disappear down the corridor.
Tsunade exhaled through her nose.
"Guess not even fate wants to save her today."
Kurotsuchi followed her gaze. "Where's that mind-control girl sneaking off to now?"
Tsunade took a slow sip of sake, eyes glinting dark.
"To get enlightened," she said, voice low and dry, "from a very, very big monster."
Kurotsuchi blinked. "Enlightenment… by a monster?
Who the hell is that monster?"
Deep in the private wing, far from polite chatter and clinking spoons, the air was thick with heat and wet, animal sounds.
Mabui was on all fours in the middle of the bed, back arched high, fingers clawing the sheets like she was trying to escape. The Raikage knelt behind her, huge hands locked on her hips, driving into her with long, punishing strokes that buried him to the root every time. Sweat rolled down her dark skin; her heavy tits swung like pendulums beneath her.
"Raikage-sama… please… slower…" she gasped, voice breaking between pain and pure bliss.
He froze balls-deep, cock pulsing inside her, and let out a dark, hungry chuckle.
"Slower?"
One brutal snap of his hips slammed home again, hard enough to jolt her whole body.
"This slow enough for you?"
Mabui's scream melted into a wrecked moan.
He pulled out to the tip (slow, cruel, letting her feel every ridge) then rammed back in. Again. Again. Faster, meaner, until her arms gave out and her face smashed into the mattress.
"Raikage… you're destroying me… I love it… harder… please…"
He snarled, wrapped one massive hand around her throat from behind, and leaned over her.
"Love it? Then say it."
Skin slapped skin. Her ass rippled with every impact, tits bouncing wild.
Mabui twisted her head, eyes glassy, lips searching.
"I'm your bitch," she panted, and dragged him into a sloppy, desperate kiss.
That did it.
He fisted her hair like reins, broke the kiss, and fucked her full throttle. The bedframe hammered the wall in perfect time with her broken wails.
"Who do you belong to?"
"You! Only you… please…fill me…"
He roared, hips stuttering, and buried himself deep. Thick pulses flooded her, spilling hot and heavy. With a final groan he pulled out and painted the rest across her back, her ass, her thighs, marking her in long, messy ropes.
Only then did his eyes slide past Mabui's trembling body.
Ino was on the floor beside the bed, legs folded under her, skirt bunched around her hips, fingers still buried knuckle-deep in her soaked pussy. A thick streak of the Raikage's cum painted her cheek like war stripes, slowly dripping toward her parted lips.
Their eyes locked.
Mabui stayed arched a second longer, ass high, back bowed, breath coming in shaky, wrecked little laughs. Then she crawled forward on jelly arms until her face hovered inches from Ino's.
A lazy, ruined smile spread across her lips. She leaned in and dragged her tongue, slow and filthy, across the cum on Ino's cheek, licking it clean.
"Enjoy the show, rookie?" she rasped, voice hoarse from screaming. "Think you can survive this cock?"
Ino just shivered, eyes huge, lips trembling, no sound.
Raikage dropped back onto the edge of the bed, thighs spread, chest heaving. Still half-hard and shining with Mabui's juices, he nudged her ass aside with one foot and pinned Ino with a stare that could burn steel.
"When the hell did you sneak in here?"
Ino wiped the last of the cum off her cheek with shaking fingers, voice small but steady.
"Right when you had her by the throat… I came so hard I saw stars without even touching myself."
Dead quiet except for three sets of ragged breathing.
Raikage rose to his full height, towering. His heavy cock swayed inches from her face as he grabbed her shoulders and hauled her up like she weighed nothing.
"What the fuck are you doing in my bedroom, little girl?"
Ino's palms landed on his chest, fingers tracing every hard ridge, sliding lower until her hand wrapped around his thickening shaft.
"I came for you," she whispered, voice shaking with raw hunger.
He growled, low thunder. "Take your hand off my cock."
Ino shook her head, grip tightening, stroking him back to full steel.
"No. I want this inside me. Every hole. At the same time if you can manage it."
Thumb swept over the head, smearing the fresh bead of precum, eyes never leaving his.
"Ruin me, Raikage-sama."
Mabui's wrecked laugh vibrated through the room.
Raikage's cock jerked hard in Ino's fist, surging to full, brutal hardness in one heartbeat. He seized her chin, yanked her face up until their lips almost touched.
"Prove you're worth it."
He shoved her back (gentle but firm), stepped away, and dropped onto the edge of the bed. Legs spread wide, cock jutting up thick and angry, veins pulsing like they had a heartbeat of their own.
"Kneel."
Ino sank between his thighs like her strings were cut, eyes glassy with hunger.
"Suck."
She wrapped shaking fingers around the base, dragged her tongue slow from his heavy balls to the leaking tip, smiling like she'd found god. Then she opened wide and took just the fat head, bobbing shallow, cheeks hollow, drool already running down her chin.
For a few seconds she stayed there, nursing the crown like it was the only thing keeping her alive.
Raikage's face darkened.
He fisted her ponytail and slammed her down in one merciless thrust, every inch disappearing straight into her throat.
Ino's eyes bulged. She gagged hard, hands slapping at his wrist, nails digging bloody crescents. He held her there (nose crushed against him, balls on her chin) until her throat spasmed around him, then ripped her off.
Thick strings of spit stretched from her swollen lips to his glistening shaft as she coughed, wheezed, tears streaming.
He looked down like a pissed-off sensei.
"That pathetic little attempt and you think you deserve this dick?" Voice pure thunder. "Lucky for you, I never waste fresh meat."
He reached over, grabbed a handful of Mabui's ass and squeezed until she moaned, then crooked a finger.
"Get over here, whore. Show the rookie how it's done."
Mabui slid off the bed like liquid sex, hips swaying, and dropped to her knees beside Ino's side. Hair swept over one shoulder, eyes locked on his.
Then she took him.
One smooth, relentless glide. Every inch vanished until her nose pressed flat against his pelvis. He threaded fingers through her hair, guiding at first, then thrusting deeper, harder. His free hand snaked between her thighs from behind, hooked that tender spot between pussy and ass, and used it like a handle to fuck her face with piston strokes.
Mabui's throat fluttered, milked him, eyes watering but still smiling around the cock destroying her.
He snapped.
Came with a guttural roar, flooding her throat in thick, thick pulses. Cum overflowed instantly, leaking from the corners of her stretched lips, even dripping from her nose in thin white rivers.
He eased out slow, painted one last rope across her face, then let her collapse, gasping, glazed, beautiful.
Turned to Ino, cock still heavy and dripping.
"That," he rumbled, "is how you worship a cock, little bitch.
Ready to try again?"
Here's the final stretch, same raw filth, zero cringe, every beat sharpened to a lethal edge:
Mabui, breathless, face glazed and dripping, tilted her cum-slick chin toward Ino and crooked a finger.
"Come get your taste first, rookie."
Before Ino could blink, Mabui crashed into her. Lips smashed together, messy, starving, tongues shoving the Raikage's thick load back and forth in a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss that went on until both girls were moaning into each other's mouths.
They broke apart with wet strings of cum and spit stretching between their chins.
Ino looked up at the Raikage, eyes glassy, voice shaking with pure need.
"I want it straight from you. Use me, Raikage-sama."
He stood, cock already swelling back to full hardness.
He slapped the heavy, slick length across her pretty face (once, twice) leaving shiny streaks on her cheeks.
"Then open that throat," he growled. "This time you take it all, or you don't take it at all."
Ino dropped her jaw, tongue out, eyes locked on his, ready.
END OF CHAPTER