[Snail challenge] Kagyuu no jutsu (NC-17)

[Beer-monster]

Yes, Beery wrote a lemon. You knew it was going to happen someday. However I'm sure the result of a horny Brit with a overly descriptive writing style writing a dirty story will be frightening.

Standard NC-17 rules apply. Turn away you young uns, we don't want to corrupt your virgin minds just yet.



Kagyuu no jutsu

By Beer-monster



The snails looked as if they were fighting.

Sasuke had heard of games in other countries, where men put on loincloths and coated themselves in oil before grabbing and wrestling each other, trying desperately to throw, trip or pin the opponent. This was very similar. The two slimy creatures were locked in a death grip, twisting and writing together, pressed so close that they almost seemed to blend into each other. Not a scrap of their bloated, pulsing bodies was not in contact as they oozed sticky fluids that dripped across their shells and pooled in the grass beneath them.

Ever curious, Sasuke inched closer and watched intently. Years ago, in the earliest history of Konoha, it was said that the first leaf Jounin had created powerful styles of Taijutsu from the movements of insects, using their chakra to emulate the claws of the praying mantis to wreak deadly destruction. Perhaps he could invent something himself; something unexpected, something that allow him to get the better over his brother or Naruto.

He shuffled closer to the interlocked snails, creeping forwards on his elbow with his belly flat against the thick grass. Inhaling deeply, but silently, he allowed chakra to gather in his belly and moulded it together. He felt a wave of heat pass over his eyes as his vision blurred. Then his sight cleared and the world was rendering in precise detail, awash with the colours and shades of living energy that went unseen by those not of his blood.

Focussing the grim, red wheels of his sharingan, he resumed watching the snails. He frowned at what he saw, his brows furrowing above the inhuman eyes. Surrounding the two intertwined invertebrates was an aura, a scarlet haze through which smoky tendrils of yellow and pink coiled and fluttered. It was unlike any chakra he had ever seen, and nor was it marked by the distinctive character of Gen, Tai, or Ninjutsu ? his brain smacked itself for thinking of bugs that could use jutsu. However he was certain; the creatures were giving off energy.

Sasuke let the Sharingan disperse as he scrabbled to his feet; his eyes fading back to their typical, coal black hue. The snails continued their battle regardless as he leapt into the air and began bounding from branch to branch. He shot through the dense forest, the gears of his mind working in overdrive.

A new source of chakra, summoned from the act of close contact. Perhaps it was an effect of the two snails fighting spirits joining together, superposing into a more powerful energy. Can it be used? Sasuke asked himself as he seized a high branch and used it like a trapeze to propel himself on. Can it be gathered? Is it just snails or can humans use it too? The questions swarmed and multiplied in his brain.

I have to know!

The sound of steel thunking into wood hit his ears. He landed in a crouch on a thick, mossy branch, gripping the tree with both hands for stability. Two more thunks came, one following a heartbeat after the other. He identified the source easily; it was a sound that had etched itself on his memory from hours, weeks and years of exhaustive training: the sound of a shuriken burying itself into a wooden target.

The other genin teams were on missions, the village still spread thin to provide for the relentless demands for shinobi. Team seven had only been spared as they had just returned from an incredibly dull, guard duty. That made the most likely candidate for those sounds a sure bet.

A smirk found its way to Sasuke lips. He had found the perfect guinea pig for his experiment.

Two quick leaps West brought him to the clearing where the sunlight sparkled across the steel of the array of shuriken that stood like porcupine spines from the thick trunk of a worn and ancient oak tree. His eyes caught a flash of pink that made him fumble in his leap. Tucking himself into a tight somersault saved him a nasty fall and he dropped onto his feet.

The sound of his sandals pounding against the forest floor brought the girl?s head whipping around, short tresses of coral coloured hair spread fluttered like the falling cherry blossoms for which she was named. Pale strands clung to her face, bonded to her flushed skin by a sheen of sweat.

?Sasuke?? Sakura gasped between panting breaths, her eyes widening.

Sasuke ignored her words, and glanced around. His head pivoted from left to right as he scanned the surrounding. He saw nothing but long stalks of grass that wavered in the wind and a wall of trees.

?Where?s Naruto?? he asked flatly.

Sakura?s shoulders pumped up and down with the effort of her heavy breaths but he was certain he saw them slump.

?Jiraiya took him somewhere,? she replied, her gaze dropping to her sandals. ?He claimed to need help gathering information, but Naruto was begging him to teach him another technique.?

Sasuke scowled. Another one! he thought bitterly. If the loser learnt yet another jutsu then he might close the gap between their skills. He needed this new snail-skill more than ever.

He looked at the girl in front of him, tilting his head as he regarded her. She had recovered her breath and was gazing at him in that strange way she often did, her blue eyes, so deep they seemed to drink him in. Their gazes met and her slim form jerked as she inhaled a short gasp, before she turned away, tucking a damp lock of pink hair behind her ear.

His eyes wandered down her body, her body seemed to have developed firm curves in recently year, filling the folds of her red tunic until it conformed to her the contours of her body. However they were not the curves of dense, hardened muscle and so Sasuke?s eyes glossed right over them. She had strength, he knew that, but it came and went in unreliable bursts and though she also had excellent chakra control she had not the stamina needed to use them effectively. He respected the skills she had acquired from her tutelage under Tsunade, however he still thought her abilities in the three main ninja disciplines was severely lacking. He glanced over at the mighty oak tree behind her, only three shuriken of her barrage had landed within the red circle painted on the flaking bark.

But there was no one else.

?Hey, Sakura, would you like to spar with me??

Sakura started at his question. ?Me, Sasuke?? she said in an incredulous tone, pointing towards her chest with her own index finger. ?But, Sasuke, I?m nowhere near as good as you,? she said as she scuffed at the grass with the point of her sandals.

?That?s very true,? he said flatly, ?but there is no one else around.?

?Oh,? she said quietly her head dropping, hiding her face behind a pink veil of hair.

He could sense her reluctance and felt his lips twist; he did not want to manipulate her like this, but he was desperate. Inhaling deeply he pivoted
on his heel, turning his back towards her.

?I guess I?ll just wait for Ino to get back,? he glanced back over his shoulder as he tossed back. ?I?m sure she will be happy to help.?

He had barely taken two steps before the girl?s voice reached him, the confident steel forced beneath her tone was not enough to stop her words wavering.

?Sure, Sasuke, I?ll spar with you.?

Suppressing the smirk that tried to fight its way onto his mouth he spun back to her. He said nothing but took a step forward with his left leg, lowering himself into a fighting stance raising his open hands with his palm towards her.

Sakura nodded and brought her fists up. The wind whipped through the long stalks of grass, brushing them against their legs and flipping the long tail of her red tunic revealing the tight shorts that clung snugly to her hips. His dark, midnight blue bangs fluttered across his vision like a starter flag.

He jumped forward, a blatantly telegraphed hop forward to bring him in range for a light jab, flicking out his fist to feed her block. His muscles protested as he forced himself to hold back, his own fist seemed slow motion to him. He need to wait, his instincts, born from violent battles and arduous training, told him this technique would be best applied in that flash of vulnerability when the opponent counter attacks. He just had to let her.

She responded as she knew he would, the simplest response to a jab taught at the academy, shifting to the right while she warded of the attack with her left hand, letting his fist smack wetly against the flesh of her palm.

Sakura thrust her hand at his face, flashing the heel of her palm towards his chin. He knocked it aside effortless with the back of his hand, feeling a twinge of annoyance that she would hold back against him. He cut upwards with his elbow forcing her to sidestep as he moved in closer, collapsing the space between them.
Forced to defend at close quarters Sakura brought her knee up in a sweeping arc, aiming the strike at his kidneys. Sasuke watched the attack, his eyes flashing to red wheels.

Perfect

He weaved around her knee and moved in swiftly, Sakura gasped as he pressed himself against her, moulding their frames together. His slipped his arm over her attacking leg and hooked his forearm into the crook of her knee. Cupping his hand on round, firm flesh he pulled her to him wrapping his other arm around her waist. He remembered the snails, how they pushed together so completely and moved between her thighs wrapping her leg over his hip. Her balance wavering, the shocked girls arms clamped onto his shoulders, fingers balling the blue fabric of his jacket.

?Sasuke,? she squawked as splayed his legs, supporting both of them.

He felt her against him; the sensation was a mix of contradiction that was strangely pleasant. Her body was soft and yielding, yet firm as he pulled her in tighter, her curves moulding against his lean form. Sasuke shifted himself, rubbing against her as the snails had done, her breath sounded husky as it brushed over his neck.

?Sasuke, what are...??

?Shh,? he hissed absently.

What was he supposed to do know? He and Sakura were embraced tightly pressed so close that every inch of their front was pressed together, just as he had seen the snails. However he felt no rush of power; in fact he felt kind of warm like there was a furnace beneath his shirt venting its steam up through his collar. It must be her scent, it seemed to fill him with its sweetness and cloud his mind. He recognised it as the fragrance that had brightened his hospital room, wafting from the white petals of the flowers she had brought him every day. He could not stop himself from inhaling deeply.

Maybe it was the clothes, he thought. Perhaps he hand to be in contact, skin on skin. Swallowing audibly, he steel himself and forced his hands lower, slipping the beneath the slit sides of her scarlet tunic. He inched them back up slowly, trailing his fingers across the coarse spandex of her shorts until he felt the smooth texture of her skin. He cupped his hands over her waist, feeling the moist layer of sweat that coated her beneath his palm. He could not believe her skin felt this way, its texture was amazing, a coating of silky softness over pliant flesh and hard muscle. Sliding his arms around her he pressed her against him, keeping the skin of his inner forearm in contact with her waist as he dipped his fingers into the well of her back, brushing the curve of her spine. She shivered in his grasp.

?Sasuke?? she breathed into his ear.

He began to feel something stirring, a blossoming of a tense, agitated energy. Was this the power that had overcome the bugs? It was strange, a swirling pressure rather than the cold feeling of power that usually came when he moulded his chakra. It was also in a different place, the swelling of his energies when he fought burned in his abdomen and churned around his navel. This rush was much lower.

Sasuke risked moving his head from where it hand been nestled in the curve of her neck and shoulder, breaking the contact so that he could look at her face. Her azure eyes seemed hazy, glossed over as if she were intoxicated. Her cheeks were flushed, their blushing pigment the same shade as the swirling red aura that had surrounded the two snails. He felt oddly reassured by that. She was panting, he noticed with a bemused frown. They had done nothing strenuous yet he could here her husky, laboured breathing and felt her chest pumping like bellows against his own. Her lips were parted to allow her shallow breaths, pouting slightly. He noticed moistness glistening on her bottom lip, and he thought again of the oozing creatures winding around each other.

Perhaps liquid aided the process, helped them draw more chakra the way some gels could improve electricity or chakra flow. Then if their saliva mixed perhaps he would feel an even stronger rising of power. However he paused, hesitating as he realised what he would have to do to achieve that. A mental image of another meeting of mouths, an accident regretted and repressed by both parties, flashed through his head and he shrugged mentally.

At least it isn?t that idiot, he thought before he inhaled a steadying breath of air and lowered his lips to hers.

Her reaction was immediate, her entire body stiffened in his arms. He pulled her to him tighter, wrapping her in his embrace so that she could not run. Then she seemed to liquefy, her form moulded against him and her fingers clutching at his jacket. Sasuke had to admit that he was in unknown territory, unsure of what was supposed to come next after their lips met, but Sakura showed him the way, her lips brushing softly over his. He repeated the action and their mouth glided together, softly at first, but then she used her grip on his jacket to pull him close and pour more intensity into the kiss. The nerves in his lips ignited as hers caressed them, making the flesh tingle.

His eyes widened as he felt her tongue flick inside his mouth. He continued pressing against her, moist lips sliding against each other like the bodies of the two snails. Then it happened again, the soft tip of her tongue darted forwards, tickling against his teasingly before retreating back. The third time is happened he was ready and tried to catch the invasion with his own tongue, but he was unprepared for the bolt of sensation that shot through him as the two probes met. They began dancing; twining around each other like creatures of their own, yet Sasuke still felt the ripples of electricity from the delightful contact.

On impulse driven by some unknown need, the arms that he had wrapped loosely around her tightened like a noose, hugging her to him. The sharingan disappeared as he felt his eyes sink closed, he tried to stop them; he needed his sight to check the progress of his new technique but could not fight it. Without his unnatural powers of sight, he was forced to rely on touch, his senses aflame with the contact of their bodies.

Robbed of his vision, Sasuke become aware suddenly of just how she was pressed to him. Her leg was still twined around his allowing their pelvises to meet as every part of their front from hip to neck was in contact. The sensation of something soft but with a supple firmness pushing into his chest came to him, even through the layers of clothing he could feel the two orbs of pliant flesh against his own rigid form; twin points seemed to jut against him as he held her close.

The swelling of power down below and become a raging storm of energy, churning like ignited gas driving a piston. And the piston was moving he realised as he felt his shorts grow restrictive. Fire was racing through his blood and forcing him to harden against her firm belly. It had happened to him sometimes before, usually disappearing if he ignored it long enough. This was different; it felt like a caged beast slamming against its confines of fabric, desperate for release. His cheek warmed as he felt it poke against her, there was no way that she couldn?t feel it, some part of him timidly told him to move away but he could not break the contact until he had masters this new power.

However shock forced him to tear his lips from hers as she felt her hand cup over his tenting pants. Her deft fingers slid over the contours of the deformed fly and gripped the apex of the bulge in a gentle, yet firm pinch. He could not stop his hiss of inhaled air as he felt the pressure around his tip.

?Sakura,? he breathed, moving his head so he could see her face, meeting her glazed eyes.

That was not Sakura, or a least not the Sakura he knew. The timid awe present when she usually met his gaze had disappeared from her eyes, hidden beneath an unfocussed fog. Her cheeks were still painted by a rich blush, but it was not the shy flush that Sasuke was used to, but a soft red hue that perfect matched the heat he felt between them. Most different was her lips, still panting with the slight pinkness of her lips stick smudged around her mouth, but instead of her usually small but sunny smile, she wore a smirk that radiated mischief and made his heart thump against his chest.

?Oh, hell yeah,? she whispered.

She twined her legs around his tighter, leaping onto him so that she could wrap all four limbs around him. Startled by the sudden shift in weight, he tripped backwards, taking them down in a tangle, his fall cushioned by the long grass the tickled his neck as he landed on his back.
She seemed to have grown extra hands and they were all over him. One would cup at his groin, gripping him through his shorts and rubbing with short strokes that made the fire down below rage. Then her hands would thrust under his shirt, palms skimming up across his chest and then raking down, he could feel the prickly trail her nails made across the ridged muscles at his abdomen. Their lips had come together again and her tongue swept his into a dance.

She?s taking control, the voice of the shinobi inside him said in a hiss. She?s trying to steal the energy.

Acting quickly, he seized her waist and pulled her to the side, pushing up with his hips and rolling on top of her. It was a basic controlling technique taught to ninja for ground fighting, sweep to the top and subdue them with your body. Yet as he let his weight drop onto her fully, crushing himself against her, he felt the cushioning softness of her chest beneath his and something took over.

As he had grown older he had noticed a strengthening impulse within himself, something that could only be described as male. It clouded his mind when he should have been fixed on training, and had given him a passing familiarity with the hardness that now conquered his loins. It was a fascination with girls? breasts. Sometimes for no reason at all the thought of the bulge that formed in the fabric of a woman?s blouse or skirt would flash into his mind, images of such frightening clarity they almost put his blood limit to shame. He had even found himself making lingering glances at the expanse of pale flesh and sloping cleavage revealed by the fifth Hokage?s low cut clothes. Now feeling the curves that he had though so derisively of minutes before pressed against him, he was filled by an aching need to know more.

Sliding his hand beneath her tunic, trailing them along the smooth convex contours of her waist and up the inclining slope of her ribs cage until he found base of the firm mounds that he sought. He cradled the fold at the bottom of her breasts, fitting them perfectly into the groove between his thumb and fingers, and slowly began skimming his hands upwards, wanting to touch every part of the round orbs.

He was amazed; if he had thought the rest of her skin was smooth he did not know what to call this. The skin of her breasts were the softest thing he had ever touched, in comparison silk was rough and satin chafing, and for the first time in his life he felt ashamed of the calluses he bore on his hands. As his hands continued the achingly slow progress, trailing his touch over the yielding yet resistive flesh, two stiffened buds scored against his palms. Sakura trembled and a soft moan slipped from between their lips. Intrigued by this reaction, he twisted his hands, sliding his fingers down the outer swellings of her bosom whilst his thumbs slid over the centre and brushed back and forth across the firm nubs, teasing them with swirling strokes.

Sakura moaned again, but this time the noise collapsed into a breathy growl, her hands clawed at his jacket and began tugging it off his shoulders. Part of his mind screamed a warning, that she was taking his clothes off, another part reminded himself that the technique worked best with more skin on skin contact, and yet another part thought it was a great idea and that he should to the same to her.

Thus reluctantly he withdrew his hands from the treasure they had found beneath her clothes and allowed her to shrug the garment from his torso. As it slid down his right arm he grabbed it in his fist long enough to throw it aside, and though the girl beneath him had eagerly began prying his shirt upwards he attacked her red tunic with ardour, partially to feel even but mostly because of an insatiable urge to see those marvellous spheres that he had touched.

He tugged up the garment, lifting his head from her enough to watch each inch of pale, naked skin that was revealed, gathering the folds of material his hands as he lifted the cloth higher. He saw the shadowed button of her navel set within her firm stomach and worked his mouth to moisten suddenly dry lips. Finally the folds reached her neck and he gazed at the pale-skinned globes that trembled as her chest laboured with her rapid
breathing.

Sasuke shifted onto his right side, the bulging point of his tented pants brushing against her inner thigh as he did. He braced his weight on his elbow and slid his leg between hers, arching his body and ducking his head so that he could examine those fascinating mounds much more closely.

The quivering of the rounded flesh captivated him in a way that was almost hypnotic. Her breasts were the colour of rich, delicious cream but for the dimpled circle of her areole, which was a deep, rosy pink. The small, perky caps of her nipple looked like berries, small nubs that looked sweet enough to eat.

As soon as that thought flickered through his mind, impulse took over and Sasuke lowered his head, capturing a nub in his mouth. He kissed it gently, compressing his lips to a small circle that wrapped around the nipple with a wet caress. It tasted much like the rest of her, the slightly salty tang of her sweat mixed with an indescribable flavour that he could only call woman. He puckered his lips about the small bud, suckling softly with soft pressure, he let his teeth graze it and flicked his tongue across the firm projection and swirled it around the surrounding flesh. Sakura?s moans filled his ears and her fingers ran through his blue-black hair, gripping tightly every time her body stiffened or convulsed as a ripple of sensation passed through her.

Sasuke moved to the other breast, eager to see if it tasted the same. Then he felt something tug at the waistband of his shorts, pulling insistently until the metal button popped undone and the zipper began to part. Her small hand reached into his shorts and wove into the boxers beneath, he felt her fingers wrap around his rod, gliding across flesh so sensitive he was sure he could feel every groove of her fingerprints. She gripped him in her fist at his base and stroked her hand upwards, her thumb sliding along the ridge on the underside of his shaft until it bumped gently into the grove beneath the ridge of the head.

He stiffened and a small cry escaped his mouth, his teeth nipping at the nub in his mouth. The sudden barrage of sensation stung, overwhelming the sensitive nerves of his manhood. Her touch eased but she did not leg go, the hand buried in his hair stroked the stands gently and he calmed. When again she touched him, he moaned into the breast between his lips.

Unwilling to be outdone he slowly moved his hand across the tight expanse of her stomach and slipped it beneath the tight waistband of her shorts. Sweat had gathered beneath the fabric and let his hand slip easily down between her thighs. There he felt even more moisture, the front panel of her underwear was saturated with it so that he could feel the contours of her vessel through the soaked material. He lifted his head from her breast,
despite Sakura?s soft ?mou? of despair, and felt his brows knit. This was not sweat he realised as he rubbed the wetness on his fingers together, making the girl squirm beneath him. It was thicker, oilier and where sweat was designed to allow the body to cool, this fluid seemed to radiate heat making the region between her thighs feel like a moist furnace beneath his palm.

The snails had oozed slime between their bodies to aid their battle and their chakra; perhaps this was similar. He could certainly feel a drop of his own liquid forming at his tip as she continued stroking him.

Putting it from his mind, he resumed his caresses cupping her in his hand. As he turned his eyes back to her strangely bewitching body, his eyes caught the sight of the pale region of milky skin at the nape of her neck, it throbbed with the same frenzied pulse that he had heard thudding within her chest even as his echoed it. Lowering his head he pressed his mouth against the flesh, feeling her blood pound beneath his lips, and suckled, delighting in the way Sakura cried out his name whilst gripping his rod tighter.

The heat beneath his fingers was growing hotter as he rubbed at her centre, gently increasing the pressure of his touch. Her thighs jerked reflexively, closing tight around his questing had as her body shuddered. The strength in her flexing muscles made his work hard so he shifted his own leg, hooking it around hers and pulling it aside, spreading her for his access.

He gasped as another jolt rippled from her actions on his loins, as she had also begun cupping his testicles in her hand between her lengthy, lingering strokes. Each action fanned the power within him, making it churn and batter at his body until he feared he might explode if he could not control it. He wanted to use that energy, and he wanted to draw in hers. Inspired by the directness of her approach he hooked his fingers around the leg band of her panties and pushed them aside, allowing him to touch her fiery region directly.

He was surprised by what he found.

Anatomy was important to a ninja and was taught at the academy, thus he knew that female organs were different: but where he had expected a simple slit or hole, like shown in the diagrams, he found a second mouth. He felt a set of plump, fleshy lips that drooled with her sticky fluids. As he pressed his hands onto her, Sakura grasped at him desperately, and her sex convulsed. Her lower lips seemed to kiss his fingers wetly as he ran them across her molten core, exploring the slick folds with gentle but eager pressure. Wet hairs bristled against the heel of his palm, whilst he felt a tiny nubbin press into the pad of flesh beneath his middle knuckle; he let his touch brush across it like he had done with her nipples. Sakura spasmed, her body jerked lifting her pelvis off the ground as her back arched.

?Sasuke,? she gasped. Her thighs tried to snap closed once again, but he strengthened his own leg locking hers tight.

Her hand withdrew from his rod, and the sudden caress of cold air from his fly was a hollow replacement for the warmth of her touch. The first that had twined in his hair disappeared as well, and both grasped his sides, thumbs hooking his shorts and his boxers and yanking them down his thighs. Sasuke felt the wind?s chill touch on his buttocks but ignored it, still enrapt by the drooling warmth beneath his touch; his manhood sprang free and poked against her belly. She continued tugging at his clothes but their current position was too restrictive and she only moved them another inch.

?Sasuke,? she whined, the desperate tone in her voice made him glance up and meet her eyes. He had never noticed how deep and captivating the blue shade of her eyes was, even glassy as they were now he felt himself drawn to them. Her breasts heaved against him as she panted and her sweet scent filled him. Her mouth, open and pouting then closed, teeth clenching as he heard a low growl erupt from her throat.

Copying the move he used earlier she flipped him onto his back with her on top, skimming his shorts to his knees in the rapid transit. He tried to fight back, lifting his shoulders to wrestle her off, but she shoved him back down and buried her hand in his hair, gripping a handful in a painful grip. She crushed her lips to him, duelling her tongue with his. He felt her shuffled and shift on top of him, her legs squirming and kicking together. His shaft was trapped between them, pressed between their bellies and leaking pearly droplets.

There was the sound of something falling to the grass and when Sakura shifted again she lifted her body and moved back a touch. When her hand released his hair, Sasuke lifted his head and saw that she was now straddled above him, her thighs bare. He looked down the slivers of space between their bodies and noticed the dusting of pink hair between her legs, beneath it his manhood jutted upwards proudly.

His eyes widened, She?s going to?

That thought and all others died in his head as her slick folds brushed over his tip. She reached between them and grasped a hold of his shaft holding it steady as she lowered herself. She rubbed her herself over the head of his penis, her wet lips kissing it and making him shiver as his nerves sent ripples of delight through him. After this had continued for a moment, her shifting motions growing more frantic she let out a soft groan of frustration. Leaning back onto her knees letting him gaze at her sweaty form and feel his breath stolen, she reached down with her other hand to her own sex and spread her damp labia, tilting her pelvis slightly forward. Sasuke?s jaw dropped and his mouth went dry as he saw inside of her, the rich rosy pink of her puffy folds, glistening with her own juices. He placed his manhood at her blushing entrance and slid down slowly.

Sakura gasped as he moved into her, Sasuke?s mouth worked but no sound came out, the only thing he could manage was to release the breath he had been holding in a rush. He felt himself enter a velvety warmth and slide in deeper, colours and sensations flashed through his mind as he felt her insides grip him. Then he felt and impedance, his tip pressing against a thin membrane. He forced his eyes opened as looked up her, she seemed to be surrounded by a halo or light, he watched her inhaled deeply and slowly as she bit her bottom lip.

There was a burst of bright energy and he felt himself clasped within her completely. The ecstatic liquid warmth that surrounded his member suffused his body and threatened to carry him away, but the sound of her sharp cry kept him together. He gazed up at her and felt a pang in his chest as he saw her face screwed into a pained grimace.

?Sasuke,? the said in a small, weak voice and fell forwards, pressing her against him. He could feel the softness of her skin and the cushioning press of her breast on his chest, he wanted to move, his body screamed at him to dig his heels into the grass and thrust into her. He grit his teeth and fought the urges, instead allowing his arms to wrap around her, holding her close and rubbing the groove of her spine.

A moment later her hips bumped against his, he shifted inside her in a way that made his muscles tighten. She gave a small gasp right by his ear. Then she did it again, this time moving her pelvis in a circle, and then again moving even more making him slide into her.

?Oh?oh? she murmured as she built a rhythm, now grinding herself against him. Sasuke?s body broke from his restrain, splaying his feet against the plush grass as his hip tilted and bumped upwards against hers, quickly matching her pace. His hands came up and clasped her rapidly gyrating button, cupping the firm flesh as it rose and fell.

?Ahh!? she cried as she lifted her chest from him sitting back and letting him sink in deeper.

Sasuke grunted, inhaling a hissing breath through his nose as he felt even more of her moist channel grab and caress him. His sensed were on overdrive: her sweating heaving body looking radiant; the soft feel of her damp skin against his; the wet slap of their pelvises coming together; they all blazed in his mind but seemed weak and distant in comparison to the wild, surging power that was raging like a storm in his loins. This was the power he sought, and he relished it.

She braced her palms on his abdomen and her nails dug into his stomach muscles sending a shock through him that was delightful in its mix of pain and pleasure. He noticed a flash of red and noticed that her tunic was slipping from its gathered folds, sliding down over her bouncing breasts with her every thrust. Suddenly terrified at such a prospect he peeled his hand from her firm bottom and slid the up her waist until they were at the sides of her quivering bosom, collecting the fabric and holding his in place. The sight of her supple mounds heaving with her bodies frantic motions, cherry nipples a blur of pink, further excited the building pressure he felt down below, as did her every gasp and squeal.

Like overheated oil he felt that he was going to ignite.

With a growl he pulled her down to him, seizing her lips with his before rolling them over again. He braced himself on his elbows but he felt himself enter deeper into her; and when she lifted her legs and wrapped them over his thrusting hips, crossing her ankles and locking her to him; he went even deeper.

Like a piston driven by the explosive energy within him hammered into her with as much as she could take, her own pelvis jerking to meet his frenzied entrance. Her almost could not stand the feel of her, the way her insides clung to his shaft set him a flame, a fire he knew would make the energy inside him erupt.

?Sasuke,? he heard her scream, ?I?m going?.?

Whatever else she had yelled was lost as he felt her convulse around his member. Her thighs tightened around his hips and pulled him close, her ankles digging into his back as her hands slid under his shirt and her nails raked furrows into his back. The sensation of her velvety flesh spasming against his rod was too much and the power within exploded in an inferno of energy that raced through his veins and emptied into her. White light flashed before his eyes, as every nerve in his body seemed to sing. He could here another voice raised in a high wail, but it sounded as though it through a distant tunnel.

His elbows grew weak, wavered, and then gave out. He collapsed on top of her, their damp skin clinging together with sweat. His breath was warm as he reflected off the skin of his neck, as was hers as she panted into his ears. When he felt energy return to his spent body he rolled off of her, his now softening manhood slipping from her moist channel.

Sasuke sat up and noticed his thighs trembling; his reddened shaft clung to his leg still coated in their mixed fluid. The same mixture was smeared around Sakura?s puffy sex as she lay still panting amongst the stalks of grass. He ran his eyes over her semi-naked form; she almost seemed to be basking in a dim aura. He felt an echoing of the power that had gripped him during their coupling; and a stirring of something else, something deeper. With effort that he had to summon he tore his eyes away and forced himself on to his weak legs and yanked his short back up. His mouth twisted at the clammy sensation of the fabric clinging to the fluid between his, but he fastened his fly anyway resolving to shower as soon as possible.

He collected Sakura?s discarded shorts; her panties tangled within and tossed them to her.

"We?d better get moving,? he said flatly, ?someone might catch us.?

?But?? she muttered, her sentence trailing off. He ignored her.

?No good,? he muttered to himself, hands balling into fists.

?No?good,? she repeated, her voice breaking. ?Sasuke?what?we??. He
turned to her and saw welling tears shimmering in her eyes.

?I was trying to develop a new jutsu,? he explained in a low tone. ?It didn?t work.?

?Jutsu, what kind of jutsu required you to fuck me?? she screeched in a pitched tone. The tears threatened to fall but he saw her hold them back with visible effort. ?You cold-hearted bastard.?

?Let me finish,? he snapped, putting enough force into his voice so freeze her in the act of yanking on her shorts.

?What now?? she spat.

?My new jutsu did not work as a battle field technique. However that does
not mean it does not have other uses. It was quite potent.?

Her shorts dropped from her numbed fingers, ?Potent? Other?uses?? she repeated slowly, mouth taking time in shaping each word as if she was unfamiliar with them.

Sasuke felt his lips twist into a smirk, ?Perhaps you would like to help me explore this new jutsu further.?

Her mouth opened and closed but no sound came out. Finally she swallowed so deeply that he could hear her gulp from where he stood. ?Of course Sasuke, ? she said, her cheeks flushing the same colour as her despite the smile on her face that matched his own; that oozed with potential mischief.

?After all,? she said slyly, ?A ninja should always look out for new techniques.?


The End


Okay should I be dodging fruit for being such a foul, dirty-minded perv? Well I had the idea and it screamed to be written. Anyway it?s my first lemon so I can?t be that perverted

Note I have not mentioned any thing in the timeline so as to leave what age the characters are open, so no accusing me of writing child porn. The reason I did so, was one if I set an age I would probably have to make up some backing story and such, and this would never have gotten written. Secondly, the fic required them to be young and naive, but not illegally so, however the age of consent differs from country to country so I left it open for the international readers. Here in the UK it?s at 16, and so I was thinking along the terms of 16-17 when many people I know first did it.
Also please forgive me MuffyTal if you think this story is too similar to yours. I had the idea earlier in the day when I looked at the pic and noticed the snails looked to be wrestling. I almost didn?t write it when I read your great fic later, but it begged me to be written.

Oh by the way Kagyuu no jutsu means technique of the snails.

[bookworm]

That is such a nice fic. Very good first effort, Beer. I was enjoying and laughing at ur perversion. Laughing in an enjoyable way and not teasing. Just that, you brought Sasuke's view very clearly. And Sakura...of course she would be that way, since she has that tough inner Sakura within her. I enjoyed this fic truly.

[csmlee]

I love you, Beer! Will you marry me!?

Lars: Wasn't that what you said to Muffy after you read her reply to this challenge?
Cheryl: Oh right, since I'm already marrying Muffy, I can't marry you, Beer. Sorry!
Beer: *mumbles* Not like I want to marry you to begin with.
Cheryl: But Lars is available! She can marry you!
Lars: Wait a sec. How did I suddenly get involved?
Cheryl: He's British! With a British accent! And he can write lemons too!
Lars: On second thought, heeeelllloooooo, nurse! *jumps in Beer's arms*
Beer: God help me. Why did Rose let these two idiots run this forum? -__-
Lars and Cheryl: Because she loves us! *flash innocent smile together*

Thanks for responding! Sooo... I guess this technique is a no go on the battlefield. But it'll certainly work in the bedroom. *snickers* Afterall, Sasuke's other ambition is to restore his clan. *cackles madly and runs away*

Oh, and great job!!!

[Lauren]

BRILLIANCE. ::applaudes wildly:: I had faith in you all along. ::nods assuredly::

Beer Monster: 0_o Oh really?

Lars: Yup.

Beer Monster: And how did you know I'd take it up?

Lars: I can spot a pervert from at least 500 yards ;p

Nono, in all honesty, awesome interpretation. It was more than I had hoped for, and a very sexy addition to our met challenges! ^_^

Oh, and by the way, we're totally getting married now. Yup. LMAO!

Cheryl: 0_0

Lars: YESSIR! CAUGHT ME A HUSBAND!

Cheryl: Can I be your bridesmaid???

B.M.: I see psychos 0_0

Can you tell the crack has been getting to me tonight? Dear, dear. ^_~

Thanks B.M.! You were a true trooper

[Beer-monster]

Uh oh....I see priests and usher boys?

[MuffyTaj]

I realise I forgot to respond! Aaiee!

Of course I don't mind, you took this further than me

But Sakura's eyes are green, not blue. Just a small thing I noticed.

Very, very amusing, I liked it a lot!

[Beer-monster]

You know I did think green, but I was not 100% sure, I thought I might have her confused with another Naruto character. So I stuck in blue and resolved to find out and apparently forgot.

Whoopsy

[Splintered_Soul]

...Holy God! That was the best fanfic ever. Officially my favourite story.
That was the best lemon ever, best PWP ever, best SasuSaku lemon ever-- IT WAS TEH FSCKING BEST EVERYTHING, KAY!?

I will worship you forever now, Beer-mun. <s>You have just obtained a stalker for life.</s>

Have a nice day.

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