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By the Skin of her Fangs
🕑 Added 2022-08-13 04:59:42 +0000 UTCTsume, Matriarch of the Inuzuka Clan, had never hid her pride in her firstborn child. Her daughter had been everything she could want in an heir. Talented for the ninja arts in many of their facets, and more importantly, a hit with the Inuzuka clan’s specialty, both skilled in training as well as caring for and bonding with the ninja dogs that they employed and partnered with.
What was more, Hana showed she was a success not just as a ninja and as a clan member, but also successful elsewhere, in particular, in social situations, as was shown by the fact that the girl had landed one of the hottest bachelors of the village.
“Oh fuck me, fuck me harder, don’t- don’t stop! Menmaaa!!!”
Unfortunately, landing that same bachelor as a boyfriend and potentially future husband meant that Hana could no longer succeed Tsume, but Kiba was growing in to a fine heir, and if anything, Tsume was happy that her children wouldn’t have to fight or jockey for position.
“Yes, right there..! Yes, yes, yeeeeessss..!”
And though she was happy with the idea of that relationship…
“I’m cumming, I’m cumming baby, yes, yes, cum inside me, pour all that thick love juice inside me!!”
She really wished her daughter hadn’t inherited her mother’s lungs, right about this time. Kiba was a lucky boy, being friends with the Hokage’s other kid meant that the boy could basically screw off and go spend the night over at the Hokage’s home, whenever… whenever his sister decided she needed her pipes… plumbed, so to speak.
“Ahh, it’s so hot, there’s so much inside me..!”
Hana’s moans could be heard all through the Clan Matriarch’s home, even though Tsume’s bedroom had sound dampening walls, it didn’t help, not enough… gods be damned, that girl had very much inherited her mother’s lungs, unfortunately Tsume had not had a partner anywhere near as good as Hana’s since longer than she cared to remember.
“With this much, I’m gonna definitely get pregnant, it’s so hot and thick, I can feel it inside me…”
At least it would be winding down. Tsume wished she didn’t know, sometimes, but she did know that Hana simply could not hope to keep up with her boyfriend’s extremely intense libido. The dark haired Uzumaki, the sole one that Tsume knew of in record, was a bit of a stamina monster befitting his clan, and showed it off almost nightly. She guessed that whenever they didn’t wind up here, they either did it at the Hokage’s home, or in a love hotel.
Either way, Tsume really, really wished that they didn’t ignite the fire in her loins as frequently as they did.
She couldn’t sleep. Even as her daughter and her boyfriend settled for the night. Thankfully, Hana had her own bathroom that she’d no doubt share with Menma for another romp before cleaning each other off and going to sleep.
Tsume withdrew her hand from within the confines of her panties and brought it up to her face. She couldn’t deny it, she had cum, she’d cum while masturbating to her daughter and her boyfriend shaking the house, and her cries and screams of ecstasy still rang in her ears, as did the memory of her own fingers, furiously teasing her slit, her palm rubbing against her clit, the loud, wet, schlicking sound as she imagined that her fingers were not that, but instead the far thicker, longer, veiner, burlier, manlier cock that Menma sported.
She huffed, face screwing up as her post orgasm bliss faded. She used her free, clean hand to rub the sleep off of her eyes and sighed in annoyance. There was no way she’d be going to sleep. Even worse, she’d have to change her sheets, she’d squirted her juices all over them…
“Dammit boy, you were such a cute kid, now you’re way too sexy as a man,” she grumbled to herself. “You’re making an old lady feel young again,” she muttered, getting off the bed. She spied her panties, on the ground, and the sleep shirt she’d thrown off. Normally she wore neither to bed, but she had gotten into the habit of wearing them since Kiba was born. Came in handy now that night time visits had become the norm.
She was holding onto her sanity by a thread, by the skin of her teeth, and they certainly weren't making it any easier!
She went into her own bathroom, panties and shirt in her clean hand, and wiped her cunt off of the excess fluids, cleaning herself off as best as she could, and when she decided that she was dry enough for it, she slipped her panties on. They felt constricting and weird, but she put up with it, then throwing the shirt on and ruffling her own hair with her hands, she stepped out of her room, and went down the stairs into the kitchen, to get herself a glass of something cold to ward off the Land of Fire’s summer heat.
A glass of cold water would do. Fortunately the family was in the habit of putting water bottles in the fridge to cool every night, as were most in the Land of Fire during the summer time. She frowned as she opened the door to the fridge and saw them at the bottom. Well, annoying as it was, she bent over at the waist and grabbed one.
For a moment she thought about what it must look like. Her panties were… normal, but she was aware of how her ass and wide hips filled them and made them look, and she was also aware that her shirt wasn’t long enough to really cover them. A spark of mischievous energy ran through her, and she imagined that she could feel Menma’s presence behind her, coming into the kitchen.
Her daughter’s boyfriend was ever the handsome, charming lad. Even when he was younger, before he was even an adult, he’d talked about how pretty and sexy Tsume was, once or twice saying that he was really glad he got to see what Hana would look like in a couple of years.
Back then, it’d drawn a smile wide enough to fit the fangs tattooed on Tsume’s cheeks in it, and the boy, now a man, had never stopped making remarks that lifted Tsume’s spirits.
Thinking of that, and imagining that he was behind her, admiring her firm, full ass, one of the few parts of her body in which she had pride as a woman, not just as a ninja, she wiggled it a bit. Imagined his eyes transfixed on her cheeks, on how the gray panties were stretched, strained to contain her butt, eaten into the crack of her ass, as she wiggled her butt, left to right and more besides, up and down, putting on a show.
She allowed herself a perverse smile of her own. It’d definitely be nice to tease them back for all the sleepless nights, and every time she slept, cold and unsatisfied in her bed, knowing that her daughter was getting fucked six different ways to Sunday and then some.
Unfortunately, there was no boy behind her, to admire her little dance.
A memory of the last time they’d talked reminded her that even literally that very afternoon, the boy had propositioned her for some sexy bonding time together.
Out of habit from when she knew him as little else than just a kid with a crush, she had gently denied him, as she always had. Even more now that he was her daughter’s significant other… but she was still filled with horny energy. Luckily, they never came out of the room after they were done.
Not a moment after she was rehydrated, draining the entire damn bottle down in a single go, Tsume felt the heat within her surge even more. It wasn’t the temperature, it was worse. It was the heat of a bitch, burning with desire deep within. She sniffed. Her own scent was tickling her nose. She had no doubt, she was horny as fuck.
Imagining that Menma had been watching her little dance had awakened something that she’d been trying to keep asleep, something that she’d been putting immense effort into keeping tied up and locked away.
She huffed, gritting her teeth, snarling at nothing but herself. She looked down, grabbing the hem of her shirt and pulling it up to get a good luck at her panties, and the increasingly bigger and darker wet stain. She stuck her hand in her underwear, it seemed that this was where all the water she’d drank went, because she was soaking.
Looking around the kitchen and finding herself alone, Tsume decided that she couldn’t wait to get to her room, and pulled her panties down, and threw her shirt off, feeling the constraining clothes come off like a weight was being removed from her, and a pleasured sigh escaped her as she stood naked in the middle of her kitchen…
Only to open her eyes and find that the same boy who had driven her to this state was actually standing in the doorway that lead into the kitchen. Uzumaki Menma was a very sexy man, with a tightly trimmed, defined body, his muscles showing the power of his frame, yet his build never became overly muscled nor bulky, keeping the perfect ratio of power to speed that a ninja needed.
The only article of clothing the boy wore was his underwear, dark blue boxer briefs, all the rage around modern ninja these days, and Tsume could certainly imagine why, as they gave him proper protection, support, and at the same time, showed off the big bulge that Tsume realized she should not be so intently looking at… She gulped, trying to clear her mind off of the perverted image, of that thing, so big and thick and fat, stretching into a stiff, erect rod…
She looked up, and saw that Menma was just as distracted by her, filling her with ego boosting satisfaction. He flirted with her on the daily, it was nice to be the one making him speechless for a change.
He gulped, though he didn’t seem to have it in him to look away. That was good, Tsume’s ego was massaged even more by the fact that he couldn’t look away. She knew it was wrong, but it didn’t really matter to her at this point. Nothing did.
She was a bitch in heat. Her pheromones must be rolling off of her, and she had no doubt that the twitch she saw in his nose was him catching on to them, inhaling them, breathing them in and letting them start to affect him. His flush became deeper, his stare sharper, and she could almost feel his gaze intensifying, on her breasts, her face, her eyes, her cunt, every part of her he admired, she could feel his scorching hot gaze on.
She licked her lips.
It seemed that it broke him of his stupor, because he blinked and his eyes focused on her, in a way she was very familiar with. The face he made when he jokingly flirted with her. “Dayum,” Menma said. “You’re one fine woman, Tsume.”
That was another of the quirks of her relationship with this man. He’d never called her by an honorific, or title, or anything. Regardless of his or her station, to him she’d always been Tsume, and never anything else. It was strange, when she was the alpha and all others were below her in the clan… but she didn’t dislike it, not one bit. “Oh, am I?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.
Something felt different, in her. Something wasn’t the same as it always was. She’d normally dismiss him, gently turn him down… She had done that for years now, but now… but now…
“Yeah… hell yeah you are,” he said, a hungry undercurrent to his voice, beyond what was normal. He’d always spoken about her beauty, spoken about how her strength turned him on, talked about how good her muscles looked, how firm her body was, once or twice even commenting on how nice her scent was on his nose. “I could go all night for sure,” he said, “maybe all day too… hell let’s make it a whole weekend,” he said, licking his lips.
“All weekend huh,” she muttered. “You’re incorrigible,” she said, out loud, grinning at him with a fanged smile, cocking her hips, placing one hand on her hips and the other holding up her breasts, pressing them together. They weren’t magnificently huge, but they were a nice handful for her, and she knew from playing with them how sensitive she could be…
Her nipples were so hard at that moment that she feared she might cut her skin on them when her arm rubbed past them.
“And you’re incredible,” he said, licking his lips at her, openly and obviously.
Now she stood before him. She stood before him, naked but for an increasingly more ill-fitting pair of boxer briefs, showing off the extent of his training, the growth of his body, the perfection of his condition… and more importantly, the true, honest and undeniable proof of his desire for her, taking the form of a cock that was pushing his underwear to its limits.
Tsume herself was gushing openly, the sight of that magnificent rod was too much for her, the thought of that obscene weapon beyond all other ninja tools, spreading her gushing cunt lips open and invading her deepest recesses, giving her a ridiculously thorough deep cleaning, making her feel just as good, scream just as loud, shake just as vigorously as her daughter did, every night…
The thought of bringing the house down, of fucking until the sun came up, all of it invaded her, and it erased any and all reasonable, rational thought. All that was left was the bitch in heat that at her very core she truly was. No longer was she the strong and powerful leader of the Inuzuka clan, a Jounin, someone to be looked up to and admired…
Right now, she was but a simple bitch, and before her, a highly desirable, nay, the most desirable male she had ever met, stood before her, giving her clear signs and indications that he saw her, that he wanted to give her what she needed, to provide her what she wanted…
She closed her eyes for a moment, nodded more to herself than anyone else, and turned around… to the closest exit of the house. Behind herself, she reached with one hand, in the direction of Menma, her observer, and curled a finger up at him. It was night, quiet, empty… Konoha was still and quiet at night. Contrary to popular belief, hidden villages did not have much activity during nights.
The Inuzuka compound had direct access to one of Konoha’s many forested zones, and Tsume was more than skilled enough to walk by in complete science, not triggering any of her clan’s alarms, they were meant to detect outsiders coming in, not the clan head going out after all… and as she did, she was followed, she could tell. Her nose picked up his scent even before her ears heard the patter of his feet on the grass behind her.
His cock’s scent was reaching her even from a distance, and even as the scents and noises of the forest took over, she could never lose track of him. His presence, the noise he made as he walked, and most importantly, the distractingly potent and sexy scent of his genitals.
She swung her hips behind herself as she walked deep enough into the forest that she was satisfied, and approached a large tree… she placed her hands against it, and arched her back behind her, sticking her ass out, legs spread a bit so her feet were further apart than her shoulders… she moaned, out loud, as she let the built up sexual desire overcome her.
Lust rolled off of her, and his presence, his smell, his very being, overtook her own as he got closer, closer, and closer, until finally, she felt his hands on her body. No more words needed to be exchanged, they didn’t need to ask for permission or for an invitation.
Tsume didn’t need a single lick of foreplay, she was wet, soaking, flooding more than she ever had on her life. Never had she been so hungry for it, feeling her lust so potently override her sensibility. His hands felt like hot branding irons, the red fang markings all over her body would soon have matchingly red marks, it felt like the heat of his hands was burning her so.
His hands massaged and played with her ass, squeezing, pulling, pushing and kneading it, she felt his fingers digging into her, and more importantly, felt his thumbs spread her lower lips. She gasped and moaned as a rush of cold air caressed her distractingly hot and wet pussy.
The cold was instantly replaced by the scorching hot feel of Menma’s cock, its tip pressing against her sensitive vagina, her love hole drooling its natural lubricants, just as open mouthed, as desperate, as the rest of her being was. A piteous whine left her, and she turned to face him, to look into his face, to see him struggling with controlling himself. Eyes clouded with lust, it seemed almost as if he was hesitant.
And then, with the sound of a breeze, it seemed like that last thread of resistance snapped, because his hips moved, and with an almost thundering crack, a slap of skin on skin, he buried himself as deep as he could possibly go inside her, his cock spreading her apart like no one ever had before, giving her deep and complete pleasure, fulfilling a need that she’d never realized she had.
Tsume’s voice resounded through the forests as she let out a loud, lustful moan, tattoos distorting as a lewd, degenerate smile drew itself on her face, open mouthed, “aw fuck yeah~!” she mewled out.
Menma opened his mouth, but what came out was no human sound, it was a bestial, primal roar, a combination of his satisfaction in an unexpected conquest and the sheer, unbelievable pleasure that their union caused for both of them.
He was just so fucking big, so large and stiff, throbbing, it felt like his veins were pulsing directly into her brain, each throb and twitch of his dick almost shaking her entire body with it.
“Guhah, amashin’~!” she moaned aloud as he began to drag his fat cock back, almost feeling like he was pulling her insides along with it, it just fit so perfectly snugly and tightly in her. “Fahk, moaaar~!” she begged, tongue lolling out as Menma’s grip on her ass and thighs became firmer, stronger, more demanding… more dominant.
And then he shoved himself all the way back in, brutally, just as hard as she wanted, as hard as she liked… Tsume’s spit flew, her eyes nearly bulged out of her skull, it felt almost as if he had gone all the way to the back of her head with that thrust, and he was only beginning, furiously fucking the matriarch from behind.
She lost the ability to hold herself up very quickly, crashing down to the ground, unable to grip the tree for support at all, her knees buckling and giving up. She caught herself, barely, putting her hands, then her forearms and elbows, down. He followed her down, but he never stopped, instead, leaning over her.
His movement never stopped either. “Fuck, this is one tight cunt, you’re an incredible bitch, this is everything I ever thought you’d be… ghaa, it’s insane..!” he shouted, as he leaned over her, melding his body to hers.
She knew what it was, her bitch body had betrayed her innermost, darkest and dankest desires, her eyes screwed shut, her chin hit the ground as she submissively laid down and accepted that this was her place, and that the true alpha breeder behind her was making her his.
This was the innermost secret that Tsume had hoped to carry with her to the grave, something she had never shared with any previous partner… but now it was being fucked out of her, as Menma’s massive, blazing hot meat rod gouged out her insides, reshaped her cunt walls to fit him and only him, made her not just a bitch, but HIS bitch.
She was a raging bitch in heat, and she had found the only cock that could calm it, there was no way she’d be able to resist him as he claimed her, as he made her his, mated her.
He leaned down further, and she felt his hot breath, his sticky drool, on her shoulder. “Like daughter, like mother,” he whispered, hungrily, into her ear, “you’re just like her, just like Hana, the two of you are such sexy bitches,” he groaned.
She whined, distressed at the thought of being compared to her lover’s other lover. She hated the thought that she would be found wanting, next to her young, pretty and athletic daughter, but it didn’t matter to him at all, because she felt nothing but overwhelming lust and desire as he raised his legs, no longer on his knees behind her.
His hands were in front of her now, and she knew what the position meant, he shoved his cock in as deeply as possible, trying to maximize the area of penetration, and she couldn’t help but move alongside him, responding to each of his thrusts in kind, backing her hips and ass into him, the crack of skin on skin, moans and groans, a magnificently lewd soundtrack to their dirty, filthy mating.
The relentless, unstoppable rhythm of their fucking was unsustainable, nobody could last so long getting fucked that hard, and Tsume was no different, she was quickly reaching the limits of her endurance, and no matter how much more she wished to taste, savor and experience the mating with Menma, she was reaching her limits.
She was getting wound up as their animalistic mating reached its climax, his breath came in sharp, almost raspy pants, and her own moans became increasingly shorter, quicker, more frequent, she was reaching her limits…
The end was near, no, the end was coming, it was coming from deep within, the biggest, most potent and most mind breaking orgasm Tsume had ever experienced was coming almost like a blast from a tailed beast, obliterating everything in its path as the Inuzuka matriarch lost control of first her voice, then her legs, then her whole body, and finally, her mind itself, as it all went blank in an instant.
A twin, shared howl, not of longing or for communication, but two ninja reaching their limit, resounded through the forest, Tsume’s entire being wiped into white nothingness by the eruption of thick, sticky and hot cum inside her, filling her to the brim and then some, stretching her vagina to capacity and beyond.
She came undone, unable to muster her strength or control her body at all, it seemed like no part of her body cared for any sort of dignity, and all her strength was diverted instead to her cunt, to milking, squeezing and rewarding the cock inside her, hugging, caressing and twisting around it in an effort to drain even more babymaking juice out of Menma’s balls.
Alas all good things must come to an end, and even the incredible bliss of the powerful orgasm was going to fade eventually, leaving only the sound of their breathing could be heard through the forest.
Little by little, they recovered, and regaled each other with a weak grin. Neither spoke to the other, they just lay shoulder to shoulder, cum leaking out of Tsume’s pussy in the forest, and waited until their legs could carry them back. When they could, they made their way back to the home, in quiet and companionable silence.
When they finally made it back home, neither wanted to acknowledge the fact clean underwear, shirts and a pair of cool bottles of water were laid out for them, alongside an ‘after pill’ for Tsume…
Perhaps it was for the best that they didn’t bring it up. For the time being, at least.
Best to deal with that in the morning, over breakfast.
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Shynemon
AMAZING!!!
