[* 3rd Person POV *]
What does that make me?
The thought lingered in Tsunade's mind like a hot brand, pulsing in time with the slick throb between her thighs. For a long moment she simply stood there, completely naked in the churned mud, the cool night air sliding over every exposed inch of her skin while dozens of hungry eyes drank her in.
The noise of the camp washed over her in waves shouts, laughter, the wet sound of hands working desperately against fabric but she forced herself to move.
A deep, hot flush rose up her neck and flooded her cheeks, turning her face a vivid pink that stood out sharply against the pale expanse of her bare body.
She looked exactly like a woman who definitely did not want this, who was mortified and angry and trying to reclaim even a scrap of dignity. Her hands came up in a quick, almost frantic motion.
One arm crossed over her enormous breasts, trying to cup and press the heavy flesh against her chest. The soft, thick weight of them spilled over and around her fingers almost immediately; her hands were simply too small, her breasts far too large.
Soft pale curves overflowed everywhere, the deep cleavage still clearly visible, the stiff, dark nipples peeking shamelessly between her fingers no matter how hard she squeezed. The other hand dropped lower, trying to cover the smooth, bare lips of her sex. Again the attempt failed.
Her palm could only hide so much, the soft folds and the faint glistening wetness at her entrance remained on display, framed rather than concealed by her desperate grip.
The sight of the legendary former Hokage standing naked in the mud, blushing furiously while her tiny hands failed to hide even a fraction of her massive tits and cunt, sent the camp into a fresh frenzy.
Men groaned out loud. Some actually staggered closer before being shoved back by their comrades. The wet sounds of stroking grew louder, more frantic. Voices rose in a new wave of pure, filthy hunger.
"Look at her trying to cover those fucking things her hands are too small!"
"She's blushing like a virgin while her tits spill out everywhere!"
"Fuck, even covering herself she looks more slutty than before!"
"Those nipples are still poking out between her fingers hard as rocks!"
"She's wet. Look between her legs. The bitch is dripping while she pretends she doesn't like it!"
Grogthar watched the entire display with dark, satisfied eyes. The flush on her face, the way her hands strained and failed, the soft overflow of breast flesh around her fingers all of it only fed the hunger already burning in his gut.
He let the silence stretch just long enough for the men's noise to peak, then spoke in that same slow, mocking drawl that carried easily over the chaos.
"How about you just accept defeat and silently serve us for a while," he said, voice thick with amusement, "and maybe we won't hurt you~."
The words slid into Tsunade's ears like ice water and fire at the same time. Disgrace and humiliation rolled down her nerves in a heavy wave, settling low in her belly and making the throb between her legs pulse harder.
She kept her hands in place, kept the blush high on her cheeks, kept the outward performance of a proud woman forced into something she hated while inside the masochistic thrill only grew sharper.
Grogthar's hands moved to the front of his trousers.
He unfastened them with deliberate, unhurried motions, never taking his eyes off her failed attempt to cover herself. The heavy fabric parted.
He reached in and pulled free a cock that looked more like a thick, veined rod than anything human long, brutally thick, the dark head already swollen and glistening. He gave it a slow, almost casual wave through the air, letting the full weight of it hang and sway in front of her. A thick, clear string of precum stretched from the slit, growing longer and heavier until it finally snapped and dripped down into the mud between them.
The raw, musky smell of semen and arousal rolled outward on the night air, strong enough that the closer men actually inhaled deeper, eyes glassy.
Grogthar smirked, the expression pure devilish satisfaction, and pointed the heavy, leaking head of his cock straight at her face. The thick string of precum still clung and swayed with every small movement.
He didn't say another word.
He simply waited, the expectation clear in every line of his body, on her knees, tongue out, cleaning that dripping mess for the entire camp to watch.
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