I kept both hands on her head and guided her mouth over my cock in steady, deep strokes. Sakura’s pride still made her glare up at me through watery eyes, but her tongue never stopped working. Every time I pushed deeper she made a wet, muffled sound, spit running down her chin in thin strands that dripped onto the front of her top. She stayed on her knees in the dirt of the clearing, thighs pressed together, and took it.
The night air was cool against my skin. The stream nearby kept up its soft rush over the stones. Somewhere farther off an insect buzzed once and went quiet. None of it mattered. All my attention stayed on the heat and wetness of her mouth, the way her lips stretched around me, the reluctant pull of her throat when I pressed in farther than she wanted.
"You kept talking about Sasuke," I said, voice low and rough. "Maybe you should practice first. This kind of technique would never satisfy him anyway."
I tightened my grip on her short pink hair, fingers sliding through the soft strands until I had a firm hold, and kept the rhythm. Her cheeks hollowed with every pull back. Her eyes watered from the depth. She moaned around the shaft despite herself—the sound vibrating against me—and the wet glk... glk... glk filled the quiet clearing in a steady, filthy beat. Spit gathered at the corners of her mouth and spilled over. Her hands rested on my thighs, not pushing me away, just holding on while she sucked harder. Pride and need fought each other with every thrust of my hips.
I pulled almost all the way out so only the head rested on her tongue, then pushed back in slow and deep, watching the way her throat worked to take me. "That’s it... take it deeper. Look at you. Acting so high and mighty earlier, and now you’re on your knees with a mouth full of cock."
She tried to mutter something around me. The words came out as nothing but wet, broken noise. She didn’t pull off. I fucked her mouth a little faster, using the grip on her hair to control the angle, the depth, the pace. Her nose brushed my stomach on the deeper strokes. Tears had started at the corners of her eyes and left faint tracks down her cheeks. Still she stayed there, lips sealed around me, tongue sliding along the underside even while her pride clearly hated every second of how good it felt.
I slowed again, almost gentle for a few strokes, letting her breathe through her nose. Then I pushed in hard and held her there, feeling her throat flutter around me. She made a choked, needy sound. Her fingers dug into my thighs. When I finally eased back she gasped once, a thin string of spit still connecting her lower lip to the shaft, before I guided her forward again.
"Keep going," I told her. "You’re not done yet."
She glared up at me, eyes shining, cheeks flushed dark in the low light. Then she leaned in on her own and took me deeper, the wet sounds growing louder, messier. I let her set the pace for a short stretch, watching the way her head bobbed, the way her tongue worked the underside, the way she tried—and failed—to look unaffected. When the heat finally coiled tight at the base of my spine I tightened my grip again, held her head in place, and came hard. Thick ropes pulsed straight onto her tongue and down her throat. She swallowed most of it, coughing once when I finally pulled free. A thin strand of cum still connected her lower lip to the head of my cock before it broke and left a shiny trail across her chin.
I stepped back and zipped my pants. Sakura stayed sitting against the rock, breathing hard, staring at nothing. Her lips were red and shiny. Spit and a little cum glistened at the corner of her mouth. She looked like she was still trying to process what had just happened—what she had let happen.
I like Sasuke... so why did that feel so good?
The thought was written all over her face. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, stood on slightly shaky legs, and walked toward me. The slap she threw had almost no strength left in it. I caught her wrist easily, then slid my other hand to her waist and pulled her closer until the front of her body brushed mine.
"No more hitting," I told her quietly. "If you get me angry again, next time won’t be this gentle."
One thing I hated most about Sakura was she could never control her anger and took it out on Naruto by punching and slapping him and that bum never said anything against it.
I let go of her waist. She didn’t step away immediately. Her breathing was still uneven. The system window floated in my vision, pale and clean against the dark trees.
[Quest 4/100 : Humiliate Sakura]
[Time limit : 2 days]
Still incomplete. Her pride was thicker than I expected. Two days was more time than I thought I would need, but now I understood—breaking that pride completely would take more than one night of her on her knees.
From the bushes a short distance away, Sasuke had seen everything. He stayed frozen behind the thin screen of leaves and branches, muscles locked, unable to move or interrupt. Even though he would never admit it out loud, he had feelings for Sakura. Watching her on her knees for someone else—watching her take it, swallow, and not stop—left him unable to step forward. His hands were clenched so tight the knuckles had gone white. He stayed there until the clearing went quiet again, then slipped away without a sound.
Later, when the camp settled, there were only two tents. Sakura usually slept alone. Sasuke and I were supposed to share the other. Tonight she didn’t want to be by herself. When Sasuke returned from watch she walked up to him in the dark and asked quietly if she could sleep in his tent. He agreed after a short silence. They lay down with clear space between them, both staring at the tent ceiling in silence. The fabric rustled once when one of them shifted. After that, nothing.
It was late when I activated the new invisibility skill. The twenty-minute timer started counting down in the corner of my vision, pale numbers ticking against the dark. I slipped into their tent without a sound, the flap barely stirring, and lay down on Sakura’s other side. Close enough to feel the warmth of her body through the thin blanket. Close enough to catch the faint scent of her hair and the residual soap from earlier. Invisible and silent in the dark.
Give me power!!!