A/N: See another chapter. Back to back. This will continue for a week. Today is day 1/7.
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Tsunade's hands slid to Ryoku's waist, her grip firm. Without a word, she maneuvered herself around him, pressing her body flush against his back until her hips aligned with his. The warmth radiating from her was impossible to ignore, and the subtle pressure against his ass told him she was already starting to grind.
Her slow, deliberate movements made sure he could feel every contour of her crotch pressing against him. She leaned in, lips brushing his ear as she whispered, "Do you feel it? My cock is growing… preparing itself to penetrate your hole." Her warm breath poured over the side of his face, sending a shiver straight down his spine.
Ryoku's body reacted instantly—his pulse quickened, the hair on his arms rose, and a jolt shot through him. He wasn't sure if it was fear or excitement, but whatever it was, his adrenaline was pumping hard.
Tsunade didn't give him time to settle. Leaning forward, she nibbled at his ear, her teeth scraping lightly before applying more pressure. All the while, her hips kept moving, her shaft thickening against him until it was almost fully hard. "I've been waiting for this day," she murmured between bites. "Oh, how long I've waited. The opportunity just never presented itself. I let you fuck me yesterday… but it seems it's gone to your head."
The next bite was firmer, a quick sting of pain mixing into the steady build of arousal that had begun to wind through him. Ryoku's senses sharpened in response; he became hyper-aware of every small movement she made, every brush of her breath, every flex of her hips against him.
'She's right… I got ahead of myself. Why would I kiss her if I wanted to avoid this? Arghh! I need to learn to control myself!' he scolded himself silently, but Tsunade was already acting again.
Her slender fingers slid from his waist, tracing down the ridges of his abdomen, slow enough for him to feel every knuckle pressing into him. Her hand dropped lower still, until it hovered at his crotch.
"What do we have here? Not hard yet?" she purred, voice like honey, snapping him out of his thoughts. Her palm pressed firmly against him, rubbing through the fabric of his cargos while her hips increased their rhythm, grinding her length harder against his ass.
Ryoku bit down on his lower lip. It wasn't much yet, but her rubbing of his crotch was enough to make his hips shift involuntarily. Slowly, he began to match her movements, pushing back against her to create a back-and-forth motion.
"There we go… keep it up," Tsunade growled, her voice slipping into something deeper, more primal. She sank her teeth into his neck, marking him with deliberate pressure.
Her breathing grew heavier, her grinding more insistent. The growing heat between them made the bulge in her pants throb against him, the fabric straining to contain her now fully hard shaft. A faint wetness pressed through—precum leaking from her tip, trapped against the cloth.
Her patience snapped. With a sharp motion, she tore her pants apart with chakra-enhanced strength, the sound of ripping fabric loud in Ryoku's ears. The next moment, her black thong was pulled away and tossed aside.
Ryoku barely had time to react before she turned on him, her fingers hooking into his cargos and tearing them down in jagged strips. His boxers didn't survive either—ripped away in a single pull until they hung in tatters.
Pulling back from his neck, she licked her lips as her eyes traveled lower. Her breath hitched slightly. "Mmm… I could stare at this all day," she murmured, biting her lip as her hands gripped the curves of his ass.
The sudden grope made Ryoku jolt, his toes curling against the floor. "Ahh!" he yelped without meaning to.
Tsunade didn't slow. She slid her middle finger into her mouth, sucking on it until it glistened with her saliva. She was already lowering her hand, ready to press it between his cheeks—when she paused. Something was in the way.
Frowning, she crouched down for a better look—and there it was. The very same anal plug she'd noticed him wearing the day before.
"You still have this on??" she said with amused disbelief. She slid her fingers under the base, ready to tug it free.
The sudden realization made Ryoku spin around fast, eyes wide. "I can't take it out yet!" he blurted.
Her brow arched, curiosity sparking instantly. "Hm? Why not?"
He shifted awkwardly, scrambling for an excuse. "…A challenge! It was a challenge…" he finally offered.
She gave him a puzzled look but let the explanation go. "Then we can temporarily remove it. Your little friends who put you up to this won't find out," she countered, trying to turn him back around.
"They will find out! They're, uh… specialists," Ryoku argued, thinking grimly about the system. 'I can't fail now. I've already had it in for days—it'd be a waste to take it out now.'
Tsunade exhaled through her nose, setting her hands on her hips. For a moment, she considered, then smirked. "It seems I'll have to work around it."
Ryoku's ears twitched at her tone. "Work around it?" he repeated, unsure if he'd heard correctly.
"Yes… work around it," she said, her voice rich with mischief. "They call it DP. I'm sure you'll enjoy it."
His lips parted to question her, but she didn't give him the chance. With a twist of her strength, she spun him back to face away from her.
Her hand wrapped around the base of her shaft, stroking slowly, deliberately, from root to tip. She was already hard again, but she made sure to milk herself back to full, heavy stiffness.
Her expression darkened into something hungry as her eyes locked on his ass. She guided the leaking tip to him, smearing a bead of precum across one side of his rim. She worked in a half-circle, coating one side thoroughly while keeping the plug in place.
"This should be a fun experiment…" she murmured under her breath, quiet enough that he couldn't make it out.
Ryoku's legs trembled slightly. "Wh-what do you plan t-to do…?" he asked, voice unsteady. It was his first time taking a cock, in other words, his anus was that of a virgins.
Tsunade didn't answer. She just kept rubbing, slow and steady, until she was satisfied.
Then, without warning, her free hand gripped the base of the plug, pushing it slightly to the side—enough to create a small gap that she had intentions of widening. The very next instant, the fat, hot tip of her cock pressed against the newly exposed edge of his rim… and pushed in.
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