Demon of Lust in the Land of Water 25 (Patreon)

Demon of Lust in the Land of Water
Chapter 25

-VB-

Her heart pounded underneath her breasts.

Sure, this wasn’t her first seduction, but it was the first time she was going all the way.

It kind of scared her. Hell, this wasn’t even a mission, so she wasn’t even being paid to do this!

Not that she would have normally done something like that; her specialty was subterfuge, sabotage, and sadism, not sex and seduction!

‘That’s probably why I feel so hot and bothered,’ she thought uncomfortably as she let him lead her into where he was staying.

“I’m surprised that you’re only having me tonight,” she admitted as the last set of doors opened on their own and closed behind her. The two of them stood in what she assumed was his room for his stay in Konohagakure, though she wondered how long that would last.

He turned to look at her in the eyes. “Why not?” he asked, and she found herself momentarily unable to answer.

She smirked slyly. “Do you like troubled girls?” she asked with a slur in her voice as she partially undid her kimono. It slid off from her shoulders and exposed most of her breasts. She shivered in the cold of the night.

He reached out and grabbed her … arm?

He pulled her close and gently swiped a strand of hair off her face. “I like all kinds of girls,” he replied.

Ha! So he’s a playboy!

… So why was she looking into his eyes and feeling even more bothered?

“Your sense of wit and beauty, I like them both.”

He undid his sash, and his own kimono fell apart. Her eyes drifted down and she blushed as she realized that she was in the arms of a very chiseled beefcake.

“Do you like what you see?” he asked her quietly as he gripped the edge of her kimono and slowly pulled the rest of it off of her.

“I’m supposed to be saying that,” she growled as she pressed herself up against him before smirking when she felt his erect dick against her stomach. She shuddered for a moment as the realization made her hesitate, but she wasn’t about to stop now!

“You are certainly soft,” he whispered.

She nearly jumped in place when his hands cupped her ass and gave her an experimental squeeze.

“And firm.”

Fuck, she was losing control!

She leaned forward and gave his chest a long and sensual lick, snaking side to side as she moved up.

There was a pull, and her hair tie came undone.

He hefted her up, and she found herself wrapping her legs around his waist, held up only by the strength of his arms alone. Her breasts pressed against his upper chest and she was looking at him right in the eyes now.

Then he kissed her.

His tongue speared through her lips and invaded her slightly gaping mouth, and she moaned and responded with her tongue.

Her moans rose in volume when she felt the tip of his dick probe at her wet womanhood.

She furrowed her brows as he pushed through.

Her eyes shot open when he penetrated her all the way almost immediately.

She choked at the abrupt pleasure riding her body in waves, and she nearly lost her grip around his waist and on his shoulders.

“Fuck…!” she whimpered as she broke the kiss. A single saliva bridge connected their lips, and briefly glancing at it only made her hotter.

“How does your village leave a hot and funny single woman like you alone? Are they all prudes?” he asked her as he started pumping her.

She bit her lower lips to keep her moans contained, but couldn’t and began moaning like a bitch in heat to the rhythm of his thrusts. Closing her eyes, she let herself truly just relax and enjoy the sensation.

Her nipples brushed teasingly at his chest every time he bounced her up.

When she opened her eyes, she found him staring deep into her eyes instead of looking elsewhere or ravaging her further.

“Beautiful.”

… Huh?

She pressed forward and caught his lips in a kiss, and just … enjoyed.

She didn’t try to be sadistic or dominating like she did with her colleagues.

She danced with him.

Her core began to tighten, and she knew what was coming.

“I-I’m gonna -” she muttered as the kiss broke.

He kissed her again and began to pound into her from below.

She mewled into his mouth as she orgasmed, but he kept pumping her and her pleasure wasn’t falling at all.

‘Oh no, oh no-!’ she thought frantically. By now, she should have been already coming down, but she wasn’t. The intense orgasm she just shuddered through wasn’t stopping.

“EEK!” she squealed as she felt his dick bulge inside of her before-.

Squirt.

She stared forward with wide eyes, shuddering nearly uncontrollably as she felt the Mizukage - no, Alan - cum in her.

Gently, he lowered both of them down onto the futon, and then laid her down with his dick still in her.

He stared down at her, and she met his gaze.

When he curled his fingers and hands around hers as he pinned her hands to her side.

“More,” she demanded.

He smiled before he leaned down and kissed her again.

-VB-

Anko woke up the next day and stared up at the ceiling.

She always woke up alone. She felt cold.

She closed her eyes and let out a sigh of breath.

Ugh, she smelled disgusting, too.

“Awake now?”

Her eyes snapped open, and she slowly looked to her left.

Closer to the slightly opened traditional rice paper doors letting a sliver of morning sunlight into the room, Alan was there.

He smiled down at her while on his side, head supported by his arm.

“Morning, beautiful.”

… Oh.

She understood.

She understood how her teacher could betray the village.

Because this?

Her and him right here?

Even if he didn’t feel strongly as she did right now, she hadn’t felt it before. To her, this longing was raw and uncontrollable.

She reached out and caressed her hand against his cheek, and his smile only got bigger.

“Morning,” she muttered.

All of the one-night stands she’s had before always saw her partners leave the very night, satisfied with having had sex.

Alan was still here.

“... Can I go with you?” she asked quietly.

She was a traitor in heart, and didn’t care anymore.