Bonded
Sakura opened her eyes slowly, trying to fight off the groggy feeling that surrounded her. She was lying flat on her back on something soft, a bed from the feel of it and her arms were stretched out over her head. She blinked owlishly as she tried to make her eyes focus on her surroundings. The room was dimly lit and very spacious. It seemed to be someone’s living quarters by the look of it but their residence was one continuous room, undivided by doors, walls or sliding screens. Tables, dressers and other vertical surfaces seemed to be cluttered with a montage of papers and empty cans holding various brushes, pencils and sticks of charcoal. Half finished and completed sketches lay stacked everywhere and it was all too obvious to the pink haired kunoichi whose home she was in. For a nearly robotic member of ANBU, she would have thought Sai would have kept his house a little tidier. Speaking of which, where was he?
Sakura tried to bring her hands down to her eyes to rub away the last of the sleepy feeling, only to discover she couldn’t move. Tugging harder did nothing to free her either. She could feel ropes rubbing against her wrists and if she concentrated, could feel the slight tingle of chakra running through her restraints, making it obvious that she wasn’t going anywhere. Sai definitely had some explaining to do.
Just then a door opened and closed some where behind her and she couldn’t turn her head far enough to see who it was, but the familiar chakra signature told her that it was indeed Sai. She guessed he had just come from the bathroom since there wasn’t one in her line of sight and the only other door seemed to lead outside.
“Oh, you’re awake,” he said casually while walking around to the foot of the bed. He acted as if having a female tied to his bed was nothing out of the ordinary.
“Sai, what the hell am I doing in your house?” she asked angrily, glaring at him with piecing jade eyes. “Untie me now!”
The artist just shook his head.
“If I let you go now, I won’t be able to bond with you. You seemed quite unwilling the last time I tried even though you promised you would do everything you could to help us function as a team. I’m afraid I’ll have to use different methods.”
Sakura vaguely remembered the odd series of events that had no doubt led her here. Sai’s seemingly random visit to her place of work, their chat in the bar, their moonlight walk that had been cut short when the young elite had attempted to kiss her, and their fight on the bridge which she had lost. She knew she was a sloppy fighter when she drank but she never thought she’d have to defend herself against her own teammate. What was he thinking, tying her up like this? And this “bonding” he spoke of, he didn’t really mean sex did he? She was not about to have sex with this socially retarded shut in.
“Sai, I don’t know what the hell you think you’re doing but if you touch me, I’ll make sure you regret it for the rest of your life!” she hissed venomously, struggling against the ropes holding her down.
The dark haired man didn’t seem intimidated in the least and instead just offered another fake smile.
“Shame on you Sakura. We’ll never get closer if you keep acting like that.”
She continued to squirm, tugging at the bonds until they were cutting into her wrists but it was no use. The ropes held her fast.
Breathing a sigh of defeat, she met the man’s inky dark eyes.
“Fine, Sai, what do you want?”
For a moment he said nothing and simply looked at her, and Sakura couldn’t help but feel vulnerable as his eyes roved over her clothed body.
“I want you,” he stated simply before shrugging out of his half jacket, revealing both toned arms before sinking onto the bed. His dark eyes held a certain intensity Sakura had never seen before as he crawled towards her on his hands and knees.
‘Oh God, what is he doing?’ Sakura thought as Sai moved towards her. Her gut instinct told her to run but she wasn’t going anywhere with the ropes around her wrists. She stared at him defiantly, trying not to notice the way his bare arms flexed with his movements. Being a kunoichi meant spending a lot of time with fellow male shinobi but she still hadn’t developed an immunity to their well-muscled bodies. Unfortunately for her, Inner Sakura noticed immediately and made a point to ogle the masculine flesh with a grin.
‘For such a scrawny guy, he sure has nice arms. I wonder if the rest of him looks this goo—’
‘Shut up!’ Sakura thought fiercely, trying to silence her opinionated inner voice. She had more urgent matters to attend to than arguing with herself, like avoiding being raped by this ANBU freak of nature.
The kunoichi was not about to lie there passively as a member of her own team had their way with her. Before he could move to straddle her body and restrain her legs, Sakura pulled back one knee and waited for Sai to move in closer before snapping it upwards and letting her heel catch him in the jaw. Sakura smirked at the satisfying crack of her foot connecting with his face and the force of the blow sent her careening backwards and straight off the bed. Maybe that would teach him for messing with Sakura Haruno.
A series of pained groans followed a moment of silence as Sai collected his wits and picked himself up off the floor. It seemed the pink haired woman was going to be an even bigger challenge than he had previously thought. He should have restrained her legs too but it would be too dangerous to try and hold them down now. He would just have to win her over as best he could while avoiding those powerful legs of hers.
He raised a hand to his throbbing jaw and discovered it was already starting to swell. He really couldn’t understand it. None of the books he had read had ever portrayed a woman putting up such resistance. In fact, they were often the instigators of such couplings, tricking men into bed with them and taking the lead once they had them there. However, it seemed Sakura planned to fight him tooth and nail, regardless of the benefits their union could have for their team. He’d heard that forcing a woman into such activities could have harmful psychological effects, but at this point, it seemed nothing else was going to get through to her.
Sakura watched the dark haired man get up and noted that his jaw was already starting to bruise. If he didn’t release her so she could heal the wound, it would swell into an unsightly mess. Maybe that would motivate him to untie her and leave her alone from now on.
However, Sakura was quite distressed to see Sai summon chakra to his fingers that glowed a medicinal green instead of the regular blue.
“You know how to heal?” she cried in dismay as the artist held his glowing fingers to his face.
“A little.” Sai answered as if it was nothing to be surprised about. “I can’t mend broken bones or regenerate tissue or anything like that but I was trained in the most basic of medical jutsus and can heal minor injuries.”
“Next time I’ll make sure I break your bones then.” Sakura growled through gritted teeth as her plan to set herself free went down the drain.
“Now Sakura-chan, don’t be like that,” Sai chastised, reaching for the zipper at his throat that held his black top together. “I’m sure you didn’t act like this when you had sex with Naruto.”
Whatever Sakura was going to say was instantly lost as her eyes grew wide at the artist’s words. She had wondered if Sai had alluded to the night she had spent with her blonde teammate while the two of them were in the bar but had dismissed it as her own paranoia at being found out. Apparently he knew far more than he had previously let on and had brought it up with his usual lack of tact.
“I-I don’t know what you mean,” She stuttered, determined to be defiant in the face of his accusations, although it was hard to be intimidating when tied helplessly to a bed.
“Don’t play dumb. I know you two had intercourse,” Sai said simply as he walked to the head of the bed, making sure to avoid her legs. “Ever since then you two have been getting along far better and even perform better in joint combat and on missions. Sex has obviously improved your relationship and the way you work as a team. I think it would be beneficial for us to do the same.”
Sakura was dumbfounded as she looked up at the man hovering above her. Had her relationship with Naruto really changed so much? Sure they got along better because she now saw him in a whole new light. He was no longer like an annoying younger brother but a man and an attractive one at that. Their one night stand had been just that; a fling, a simple night of mutual pleasure and she doubted they would do it again, but one time was all it had taken to change the chemistry between them. She hadn’t even thought of what it would do to their team mechanics and fortunately, there had been no awkward feelings the next day when they had woken up side by side, skin to skin, but she had never guessed that they might actually work better together after such an experience.
Was Sai really so perceptive or was he just trying to con her into sleeping with him? As soon as the thought came, she dismissed it. Sai was definitely not the type to tricking a girl into having sex. Hell, he didn’t seem like the type to have sex at all, but that didn’t change the fact that he was standing above her and sliding the zipper of his top down, letting the garment fall off his shoulders and to the floor.
‘Damn.’ Inner Sakura said appreciably, her eyes shamelessly wandering his slender, but defined torso and small brownish nipples that stood out against his pale skin. Her outer counterpart was inclined to agree because, though she saw plenty of his midriff all day long, he never took off the jacket in her presence. She had to admit that he wasn’t bad to look at, but that didn’t mean she wanted to be in this position anymore than she previously had.
“The thing with Naruto was a one time thing,” she said defensively as Sai sat down on the bed next to her. “We had both had way too much to drink and it just kind of…happened.”
Just kind of happened? Sai let her explanation sink in. Perhaps a bond was best formed if the coupling was impromptu, but that didn’t make sense. There had been plenty of instances in his research where two people had prearranged an encounter and had grown quite close as a cause of it.
“Well, why don’t you ‘just let it happen’ with me then?” Sai said as he leaned over her prone form.
Sakura stiffened as she felt the heat from his body wash over her skin as he bent over her, dark eyes looking into hers as if they were searching her very soul.
“Because…I…we…”
His eyes slid closed, breaking their gaze a second before his lips touched her own. This kiss was gentler and slower than his previous ones and yet Sakura refused to respond, remaining ridged even when his tongue swept over her full lower lip.
This could not be happening. Sai was practically asexual! He had never shown an interest in women before to her knowledge but now, all his attention seemed to be focused on her and getting into her pants. As his teeth bit her bottom lip almost playfully, she found that she just might see where this odd turn of events went. Where the hell had he learned to kiss like this anyways?
When his teeth nipped a little harder, Sakura couldn’t repress a gasp and Sai took the opportunity to let his tongue pass her parted lips and begin exploring her mouth.
Sakura immediately stiffened again at the feeling of his tongue against hers and was brought back to her senses. She wanted nothing to do with this man, at least in the sexual context. He was weird, creepy even, and even if he slightly resembled a certain ninja she had been crushing on since childhood, she was not about to jump in bed with him.
With her arms still restrained, and unable to use her legs against him, she did the only thing she could think of. She bit down…hard.
The ink user’s grunt of pain was muffled against her lips but he pulled back quickly before she could draw blood.
Sai was utterly perplexed by her actions. Perhaps she was playing hard to get, a ridiculous game he had read about in which woman clearly wanted a man and his attention but pretended they didn’t. Well if she was going to react to his kisses like that, perhaps he should focus on a part of her body that didn’t bite back.
He shifted his body and slung a leg over her hips to straddle her waist as she glared at him angrily.
“You just can’t take a hint can you?” she seethed. “I want you to stop!”
At this, Sai gave her another fake smile. He had heard those words before in his research and he had been informed of their real message.
“I know what those words really mean,” he said. “‘No’ means ‘yes’ and ‘stop’ means ‘keep going’.”
Was this man an idiot?
Sakura stared at him blankly for a moment, too dumfounded by his odd statement to speak.
“Where the hell did you come up with something like that? That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard!” she finally shrieked, her hands still tugging futilely at her bonds.
“In my research,” Sai stated as if it were the most obvious thing in the world as he leaned forward and braced a hand on the mattress near her head while the other reached for the zipper of her red top.
“What kind of perverted research are you talking about?” Sakura cried in disgust.
Seriously, was this guy studying with ero-sennin now too? She could imagine the three of them together, Jiraiya, Sai and Naruto all ogling women in bath houses from a nearby bush and the artist taking notes and drawing sketches for reference. Now that was a frightening thought.
“Where the hell do you get your source material?” she spat. “Because you obviously don’t have a clue about—hey!”
During Sakura’s rant, Sai had gripped the zipper of her top between his fingers and now pulled it down with one sharp tug. Because the kunoichi had spent all day in the hospital and not out doing any rigorous training, she had decided to forego bindings today and had nothing but her shirt to cover her. Now her breasts were revealed to him and she could do nothing to cover herself.
“Sai!” she screamed angrily, wriggling against him but doing nothing to throw his weight off of her as he stared at her exposed chest.
This was not the first time Sai had seen a pair of naked breasts. He was an artist after all, but they had never been so close to him, so accessible. Despite her protests, he reached out and let his fingers drag over the curve of one fleshy mound, noting how smooth and supple the flesh was.
Sakura was nothing like the voluptuous women in the illustrations but her body was still aesthetically pleasing and the sight of her bare breasts stirred something deep within him, though he wasn’t sure what. It was strange and unfamiliar and unlike anything he had felt while serving in ANBU.
He let his fingers trail to the pink n****e centered on her breast and ran the calloused pad of his thumb over it experimentally. The small nub puckered and hardened under his touch, a reaction he found most interesting and noticed that his actions elicited a gasp from his previously uncooperative team mate.
“Sai, stop that,” she growled menacingly in a tone that would have had him running for his life if she were unbound.
Keeping to his theory of her demands having the opposite meaning, he trailed his fingers over her n****e again, earning a similar response. It seems a woman’s n****e’s were indeed as sensitive as his research indicated. No wonder men spent so much time on them if the lightest touch could bring pleasure.
Sitting back slightly, he brought his unused hand to her other breast so he could touch them both simultaneously and shifted his eyes to her face to gauge her reactions.
When their eyes met, he noted that much of the anger had gone out of them but she still didn’t look happy. Odd, women in his research were usually enthralled by the time they reached this stage.
“Why are you doing this?” she said darkly, trying to ignore the fact that Inner Sakura was rather enjoying the way his fingers were drawing lazy circles around her rosy areolas.
“I’m sure you enjoyed doing this with Naruto,” Sai said softly, dark eyes boring into green ones. “Why can’t you just enjoy this with me too?”
She was about to say something about Naruto not being a weird and socially stunted freak who was totally clueless about women but was cut off when her captor took her nipples between his fingers and pinched lightly, sending flashes of heat straight to her lower abdomen.
“Sai!” she gasped as her back arched involuntarily into his hands. This was not how she’d wanted to react. She didn’t want to show him she was enjoying this!
‘Why not? If you do, I’m sure he’ll do more,’ Inner Sakura offered helpfully.
That was exactly what Outer Sakura was afraid of.
The ink user cocked his head to the side thoughtfully and repeated the action, drawing another gasp from her lips and causing her eyes to slide closed. It appeared he was having the desired effect on her.
Growing bolder, he tugged gently on the hardened peaks and noticed that her breathing was growing more rapid and irregular, a sure sign of building arousal.
Intent on finding more ways to please her, he cupped her breasts in his palms and squeezed lightly, enjoying the feel of the pliant flesh.
The kunoichi made a small noise in the back of her throat and forced her eyes open. Sai was still staring at her intently, searching her face for any kind of reaction as he fondled her gently.
“We should stop this,” she said, trying to sound firm. “This is wrong.”
Did that mean she thought what they were doing was right? Women always spoke in riddles it seemed, but if he were to judge by her reactions, it appeared she liked what he was doing.
He dragged his attention down to her soft globes and began to massage them in a circular motion while his thumbs teased her erect nipples.
Sakura couldn’t repress the shiver that went through her but wasn’t ready to give up the fight. With a cry that sounded almost desperate she said, “Dammit Sai! We can’t do this! Untie me!”
Once again Sai was confused. Why didn’t she just relax and moan his name like all the women in the countless scenarios he had read. It figured that he would be stuck with the world’s most troublesome female as a team mate.
“But your body is responding favorably to what I’m doing,” he said, meeting her eyes once more. “I am obviously giving you pleasure so why do you want me to untie you?”
‘He has a point,’ her inner will observed. ‘Although his methods are a little questionable.’
Sakura didn’t think “questionable” began to cover it.
“If you relax, I’m sure it will feel even better,” Sai said before tugging on her nipples once more.
The pink haired woman had to make an effort not to squirm under his touch as his fingers brushed, tugged, tweaked and caressed her flesh. The heat in her stomach had grown unbearably hot and was starting to manifest itself as wetness between her legs. Her body was indeed responding favorably to his touches and she couldn’t help but feel betrayed by it, angry with herself for not having more self control.
Sai thought back to what Kakashi had told him on the way to his apartment. He had said that the best way to pleasure a woman before intercourse was to prime her body with the mouth and fingers. His research supported that theory as well. As much as he was enjoying her heavy breathing and soft gasps, he wanted to hear the impassioned cries and moans that a woman supposedly made when caught up in utter lust.
He shifted his weight, moving to sit atop her thighs instead of her hips so he could lean down and brush his lips over the soft skin of her breasts.
Sakura cracked an eye open at the sensation and found Sai’s eyes still trained on her as he let his tongue snake out to draw a circle around a pink areola.
“Sai!” she gasped, her body shuddering beneath him at the feeling of his hot, wet tongue. “Wait…you can’t—ahhhhh!”
Convinced by her body’s response that this was the right course of action, Sai drew the hardened n****e into his mouth, immediately earning himself the cry he had been looking for.
Sakura’s hands jerked at her restraints, trying to break free so she could push him away but remained powerless to do anything but lay there as the ex-ANBU let his tongue flick back and forth over her hardened n****e.
She bit her lip, hoping to muffle the pleasured sounds she was making so as not to encourage him further but it was obvious to both of them that her body liked what he was doing.
His eyes, deep and dark, were still fixed on hers and it was slightly unnerving to know he was scrutinizing her every reaction, learning what she liked and didn’t like simply from her expression. She squeezed her own eyes shut so she wouldn’t have to look at him because the sight of him staring at her while he suckled the top of her breast made the experience far too personal, not that it wasn’t already.
Sai was fascinated by soft flesh that was against his lips. It was firm, yet pliant, the nipples hard yet silky and all of it seemed to be abundant in nerve endings for every n** and nibble extracted another gasp from her.
The artist decided he rather liked doing these things to Sakura, for while she was no doubt feeling extreme pleasure, he was enjoying it as well. No wonder many of his fellow shinobi sought out a woman to bed when they felt lonely. He was already feeling closer to Sakura that he ever had before. The smell of her skin and the feel of her flesh were making him want to touch her all the more. It was fortunate he had all the time in the world, for she wouldn’t be going anywhere any time soon.
He let his tongue sweep over the pink peak before administering gentle bites. He was thorough in his work, sometimes letting his mouth wander to the soft underside of her breast, trailing kisses as he went before returning back to her n****e. He would suck on it, feeling the nub harden further in his mouth and then pull away with a loud pop to blow cool air over the dampened skin, pleased with the way it made her tremble. His nimble fingers continued to pinch and tease the n****e his mouth wasn’t exploring and he had to brace his free hand on the bed to keep himself from sliding off her writhing form.
He was learning quickly, repeating the actions she liked and easing up when he was too rough. He immediately released her n****e from between his teeth when her gasps turned slightly pained and instead let his tongue slide over her to soothe the tender flesh. It seemed like she preferred being handled gently.
As much as she hated to admit it, Sakura had never felt anything like this. Her first time having sex had been with Naruto after a long night of partying at the bar. Both of them had been heavily intoxicated and by the time they got back to his place, she had no inhibitions about stripping and jumping into bed with him. Naruto had tried to be gentle but just as in fighting; he was overzealous and a little careless, reaching his peak without her and immediately falling asleep. She didn’t regret what they’d done. If she had to lose her virginity to someone, she was glad it was him since Sasuke had left them long ago and seemed to have no intention of coming back.
And yet, she felt like perhaps she had missed something crucial. If sex was supposed to be such a big deal, why didn’t she feel compelled to do it again after her first time with Naruto? Now, as Sai switched his mouth to lavish attention on the other breast, she understood a little better. There was a far greater potential for pleasure than what she had reached with her blonde haired friend, but she wished she didn’t have to have this revelation while tied to the bed of a teammate she hardly knew and treated sex like some clinical remedy for poor teamwork. However, clinical or not, Sakura was starting to run out of reasons as to why this was such a bad idea. All he had done was touch her breasts and she felt she might be able to orgasm from that alone…if that was even possible.
‘Well if it is, he’d be the one to do it,’ Inner Sakura chimed in. ‘Where the hell did he learn to use his mouth like this. Do they teach that in ANBU too?’
Outer Sakura decided that was something she’d rather not think about and didn’t have time to anyway as her train of thought was disrupted by the feel of his teeth scraping lightly over the out curve of her breast near her arm.
“Sai,” she whispered hoarsely as he returned his mouth to her breast, latching on to the n****e and sucking harder, raising goose bumps on her skin.
At the sound of his name he shifted his eyes back up to her, pleased with the way her cheeks were flushed and how she was starting to sweat a little bit. So far the methods he had learned were working quite well.
“Sai, please. We need to stop this.”
She was still playing hard to get. Didn’t women ever tire of this game?
“I-I can’t do this with you. It’s wrong.”
‘That didn’t stop you from screwing Naruto,’ her inner mind pointed out helpfully.
Sai let her n****e slip out from between his lips and shifted a little so his face could be closer to hers.
“There’s nothing wrong with strengthening team bonds,” Sai said seriously and it was obvious Sakura’s argument was totally lost on him.
“But there’s other ways to do it!” she protested, straining against her ropes in frustration.
“Like what?” Sai asked. Sakura wanted to punch him. Was this the first and only method he had considered trying?
“Well, we could spend more time together.”
“We are spending time together,” Sai said as if both their concepts of “quality time” were the same.
“The three of us I mean,” Sakura clarified and Sai seemed to ponder something for a moment, tilting his head to the side slightly.
“If we could get Naruto to participate with us, I’m sure that would bring us even closer, however, I started with you because I thought you might be easier of the two to convince to have intercourse.”
“No, that’s not what I meant!” she cried in exasperation as he dipped his head to press his lips to the pulse point in her neck, forcing her to repress a shiver.
A threesome with team seven was a ridiculous thought. Assuming he could even convince Naruto to disrobe, Sai would then make a comment about the blonde’s p***s and Naruto would promptly vow to kill him. Sakura shook her head trying to clear the image. This was too much. This needed to stop.
“Sai, just untie me! We can figure out another way to solve our problem.”
It appeared that the artist had no intention of doing so because he was trailing open mouthed kisses over her collar bone and down between her breasts, pausing only briefly to lick at her swollen nipples before scooting down her body and arriving at her navel.
“Just relax Sakura,” he said with a false smile, borrowing a line used so many times in Kakashi’s books, then adding, “Just let me bring you to climax.”
‘Nice one Romeo,’ Inner Sakura scoffed, rolling her eyes. ‘Where did you get those lines?’
‘Yeah, tell me about it.’ Outer Sakura agreed in her head. However, what he lacked in words, he made up for in touch as he busied himself with letting his tongue draw circles around her belly button and slide along her ribs.
As a part of ROOT, the artist had been trained in the art of torture in case he ever needed to extract valuable information from a stubborn enemy. He knew what parts of the human body were the most sensitive and where he should focus to inflict as much pain as possible. Curiously enough, it seemed these very same points could also bring enormous amounts of pleasure when handled correctly. These so called erogenous zones didn’t exist mainly on the female genitalia like he had previously thought before his research and he was intrigued by the way a gentle kiss just above her hip bone or a soft bite on her shoulder could make her tremble beneath him.
“Your body is very responsive Sakura,” he noted as he kissed the skin where her belly gave way to the soft, pink material of her skirt. “I’m glad to know you are feeling pleasure.”
The kunoichi’s abdominals twitched beneath the soft caress of his lips. Yes, it felt good all right and that was the problem. She didn’t want to be seduced by her weird, socially inept team mate. She could do little to break free and Inner Sakura was being absolutely no help and it seemed like things wouldn’t be getting any easier for her because she could feel Sai’s hands creeping to the buckles of her skirt.
“Wait a minute Sai!” Sakura panicked, trying to kick him off of her without success. “You can’t take off my skirt!”
The artist paused long enough in his ministrations to give her another confused look. “But Sakura-chan, don’t you have to be devoid of all clothing?”
“That’s only if we were going to have sex!” Sakura cried, redoubling her efforts to struggle without any more success than previous tries.
“Oh, well I do need to take it off then.” He said with renewed confidence, his fingers making quick work of the straps before pulling the garment down her legs, leaving her clad only in her black shorts.
“Sai! Stop it, please!” Sakura cried. The removal of her shorts would leave her totally exposed and completely vulnerable to the dark haired man before her and for some reason, that scared her a little. The only person who had seen her like that was Naruto whom she trusted wholeheartedly. She wasn’t nearly bold (nor drunk) enough to allow Sai to see her so intimately. However, even desperate pleas couldn’t deter the shinobi as he hooked his fingers in the waistband of her shorts and began to pull them down her legs until she was left in nothing at all.
Instinctively, she drew her legs up in front of her in an attempt to hide her womanhood, blushing furiously as Sai’s eyes roved her naked form. She shut her eyes tight and turned her head to the side so she wouldn’t have to see him there but could still feel his presence envelope her, still feel his eyes on her.
“Please don’t look at me,” She whispered, utterly mortified and unable to even cross her arms over her bare breasts or any other part of her.
“Why not Sakura? I enjoy looking at you. Your appearance is pleasing,” Sai stated.
He had never seen Sakura without clothes so he had never noticed how glorious her body really was. He had sketched her many times and paid close attention to the details of her figure but seeing her without clothes was like seeing a whole new person. As a kunoichi, she was in peak physical condition but still maintained soft curves in contrast to hard planes of muscle. The artist in him hoped that she would let him sketch a few pictures of her in the nude after they had consummated.
He closed a slender hand over each of her bent knees and forced her legs apart until both thighs touched the bed. She struggled against him, fighting to keep her knees tightly together but his position gave him leverage and he was able to win out over her inhuman strength.
“Sai, stop it!” the pink haired woman exclaimed, the flush on her cheeks spreading to cover her neck and chest. She was so embarrassed she thought she might die. She didn’t want Sai looking at that part of her. Even Naruto, despite his years of pining after her, had not gazed at her so intently, as if he meant to burn every detail of her appearance into his memory.
The intensity of his gaze was surprising. Sai was usually either blank faced or doing his best to fake emotions. Then again, the fact that he had knocked her out and tied her to his bed was quite surprising too.
The kunoichi’s skin was warm and soft beneath his hands and he let his fingers trail from her knees up to her thighs so he could keep her legs spread wide. Sakura’s breath was coming in short, harsh pants and her whole body had taken on a rosy glow, indicating to him that she was still rather aroused. He shifted his attention to the part of her body he had just forced her to reveal and was instantly intrigued by the plump lips of her sex that parted to reveal pinker, wetter folds of flesh within. He had never seen this particular part of a woman before and he thought that it looked somewhat like a flower, the fleshy petals glistening with moisture and quivering slightly under his gaze.
Sakura had let her eyes slip closed once more, trying to save herself some of the embarrassment of being stared at. Sai’s touch had fanned the fires of desire in her but the panic she was feeling at being so exposed and powerless was taking the edge off of it. She was almost certain he would rape her now and even if it would feel good, it wasn’t something she exactly wanted, and the worst part was the idiot would think he was doing her a favor.
However, Sai didn’t move to align their hips like she thought they would. Instead, he lowered himself onto his stomach so his face was positioned directly in front of her throbbing opening, still staring at it with an almost appreciative look. Just what the heck was he planning on doing?
During his conversation with his masked team leader, Sai had learned that women seemed to greatly appreciate oral pleasure and there had been numerous cases in the books he had borrowed that supported this theory. Apparently gentle pressure applied with the tongue both inside and outside of a woman’s v****a could be enough to make her orgasm and Sai was determined to try this for himself.
He focused on the area right beneath the fine patch of pink curled that crowned her opening, blowing air lightly over the wet surface to test its sensitivity. A soft whimper and a series of body shivers were enough to convince the shinobi that she was ready for his tongue.
“S-Sai, what are you doing?” Sakura murmured nervously, not liking at all how close his face was to…there. Didn’t he know that it was dirty down there?
“Pleasuring you,” Sai said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, lifting his head just long enough to give her a reply before leaning down to inhale her womanly aroma. The smell was spicy and unique but something he still found quite appealing. He imagined it was his body’s own natural response to her pheromones that was making the feeling he had experienced before while suckling her breasts intensify. He could feel his p***s growing hard within his pants in his own response to desire, a sensation he usually didn’t feel except for first thing in the morning. However this was different, very different.
“But I don’t want you to pleasure me! I want you to get the hell off me!”
Now Sai knew she was lying. What woman didn’t want a night of orgasmic pleasure?
He let his tongue run gently along her outer lips, touching her right where pink hair gave way to smooth, slippery flesh. Sakura immediately gasped and trembled in response but didn’t cease her struggling.
Sakura couldn’t believe he was going to use his mouth on her, especially there She had heard of people doing such things but she figured only people like Kakashi who were huge perverts would actually lick somewhere so unsanitary. What if Sai was just as lecherous as her ex-sensei but had never showed it? And now he had her at his mercy! The thought only caused her blush to intensify.
“Sai! Don’t touch me there! It’s dirty!” she cried as she fought to keep her back from arching as he let his tongue pass over her again.
‘Dirty or not, it still feels amazing!’ her inner self remarked, having no inhibitions at all about responding to his touches, arching and bucking and writhing within the confines of her outer counterpart’s mind.
That may be true but that didn’t make Sakura feel anymore comfortable with it. She wondered if she might just like it better if he got on to the actual sex and was done with it, but instead, it seemed he would drag this out and force her to undergo all kinds of perverse sexual acts.
If the kunoichi could have grabbed hold of his hair and pushed his head away, she would have done so in an instant but as it was she was powerless to do anything but squirm. She managed to bring one leg up and brace her foot against his shoulder trying to shove him away but he easily hooked the limb over it and let her foot rest on his back, removing any leverage she had and reducing her once again to helplessness.
The artist shifted his body so his weight could pin down the leg that wasn’t slung over his shoulder and let his hands close in on her sex so his thumbs could spread her lips wide, revealing the wet flesh within as well as the ring of contracting muscles that surely led to her womb.
“Ah! Sai, don’t,” she cried, her body jerking as she felt cool air come in contact with her heated sex. The artist however was too intent on exploring this new, foreign world to pay her any mind.
Gently, he let the tip of is tongue dip inside of her, feeling feminine muscles contract sharply around the invading object. Her body’s response was accompanied by a surprised gasp that quickly melded into moan when she exhaled. Her body was juicy, fleshy, like a wonderfully exotic fruit and the inexperienced ninja let his tongue draw lazy patters inside her tight hole.
It had to be a sin to feel this good. Sakura was sure of it. Nothing she had ever felt could even begin to compare to what she was feeling now. She had always assumed Sai was a virgin because frankly, the thought of him bedding anyone was a little creepy and she’d rather preferred not thinking about the subject all together. But now, here he was, making her feel so good that he must have some knowledge of the female body. As much as her logical side was saying that what they were doing was totally wrong, part of her mind was beginning to agree with her body that she should just shut up and accept the pleasure he was giving her. After all, Sai wasn’t exactly bad looking, at least when he wasn’t smiling his cheesy, fake smile, and she could always look back and rationalize the situation by saying she had no choice in the matter. She would be forced to endure this situation regardless, so what was the harm in enjoying it at least a little?
She was expecting a witty retort from her inner protégé but it seemed she had already melted into a pile of satisfied goo under the ministrations of her artistic team mate.
‘A lot of help she was.’ Sakura thought, not even having the will to muster any bitterness towards her second self as Sai’s tongue swirled within her once again, causing her hips to arch right off the bed and another coo of pleasure to pass her lips.
The dark haired artist sped up the motion of his tongue, letting it glide along her inner walls and earning another soft moan from his captive. It seemed Sakura was enjoying what he was doing to her and finally allowing herself to relax a little bit. Perhaps she had tired of her game of “hard to get’ or maybe her body was just that responsive to his touches. Either way, Sai was grateful his partner had stopped fighting him for the time being.
He withdrew his tongue from her slightly, only to slide it back in, savoring her flavor which was unlike any other. She was spicy and sweet, yet slightly musky and something else that was nearly metallic like when holding a kunai in one’s mouth. Did all women taste this peculiar? He didn’t find her essence unpleasant, just…odd and yet it was a taste he was more than willing to acquire, especially if it meant having his slender team mate arching her hips up in time with his thrusting tongue, riding the flexible muscle as he devoured her dripping sex fervently.
Sakura had given up on speech. Up until now he had ignored every word she had said anyway, or done the exact opposite in response to her requests. The only sounds she was making now were soft gasps and breathy moans. She was by no means over her embarrassment at having a man’s mouth touching a place that was meant solely for childbirth and was hesitant about letting go completely. Even if her body was acting of its own accord, writhing and bucking beneath him, she tried to keep her moans to a minimum, allowing only murmurs and surprised gasps to escape her lips.
She let her eyes shift down her body to watch him busy himself between her legs. For once his eyes were closed as he concentrated on the task at hand, mercifully sparing her from another eroticized staring match that would no doubt have her blushing all over again. Good god, the sight of him burying his face in her most intimate spot was so dirty, so…wrong. But if that was the case, why did she keep staring like it was the most fascinating thing she had ever seen? He seemed content, almost pleased to be nestled between her parted thighs, sliding his tongue in and out of her as if substituting the pliant muscle for something much longer and thicker. If he really was enjoying licking her like that, then he really had to be a pervert on par with Kakashi or even Jiraiya. Either that or he was just plain insane, and that was an explanation Sakura found plausible as well.
However, a sharp thrust from his tongue made all other things irrelevant and the kunoichi couldn’t help her eyes closing and her head falling back against the pillow as he continued swirling his tongue within her eagerly.
Despite all the pleasure singing through her sensitized body, Sakura managed to keep relatively quiet and this, of course, did not go unnoticed by the observant shinobi.
In all written scenarios Sai had studied, the woman was screaming her lover’s name by now, thrashing and moaning until her release reduced her to a whimpering mass. These women were wild, feral, and while Sakura’s responses were certainly encouraging, she seemed to still have some control of herself and was purposely holding back when she should be crying out in ecstasy.
Perhaps he was doing something wrong.
Sai continued to thrust his tongue into her tight hole, altering his pace and intensity, noting what made her pant harder and moan louder, but nothing drove her into the frenzy he desired. He withdrew completely to let the tip of his tongue draw light circles around her opening while he thought back on his sempai’s advice. One particular phrase came to mind.
“Use your instincts and your own originality and you’ll probably have her coming back for more”
Originality…perhaps that was his problem. While what he was doing to Sakura may feel good, it was something she might expect if she had any experience in this sort of thing. Perhaps Naruto had already performed this task on her and executed it better than he, making his performance seem substandard. Kakashi said he would have to adapt to the situation just as he would in battle and he felt now was a time for such action. He would have to come up with something that would set him apart from her previous lover, something she would remember him by.
