Naruto: The Prince of Lust-Chapter 299

Extremely shyly, Sakura hesitated to admit, "it's not like I want to be treated badly or humiliated... but... I don't know! I just get so turned-on b-by... fighting you t-to dominate me or being treated like your property, or- or... being c-called a... w-whore- WHICH I'M NOT!"

Without Sakura's knowledge, Naruto had little information about the workings of this sexual preference, other than learning sex-talk with Kurenai. Unable to talk with Kurenai, he asked Mabui during their Fūinjutsu study time why a strong-minded girl like Samui might be submissive or ask to be demeaned.

Setting down her fine-tipped brush, the gorgeous psychologist took several moments to gather her thoughts before answering, "being submissive to a man can be a major turn-on, not to say they have to be docile or submissive outside the bedroom. Think about it like this: outside of the bedroom, a strong-willed woman has to be self-disciplined, responsible, and or perfect to succeed in a male-dominated world. She has goals and works hard every single minute of the day to be taken seriously. Inside the bedroom, that same strong-willed woman can feel sexually powerful when they opt to lose their image, their responsibilities, their 'power.' They feel a certain thrill to lose everything that makes them who they are to be something so debased. So it has less to do with degrading them and more to do with shedding the stressful veneer of their day-to-day." fгeewebnovёl.com

"So, to people who don't know that..." Naruto takes a moment to think about what it appears to be, eventually adding, "submissive sex looks like an excuse for a woman like Samui to be treated like crap because she sees herself like crap, like she's insecure or something?"

"Exactly, and that couldn't be further from the truth," Mabui explained to him. "Samui is quite strong, but at its roots, the desire to be forcibly 'taken' or, 'dominated' is actually about having the highest form of a trigger over a man. Being held down or thrown in bed can make a girl feel like her partner can't control his desire for her; that is to say, she's so sexy and desirable that he can't help but ravage her."

Without Sakura having to explain more about what she liked or why she liked it, by the very next session Naruto just seemed to get it. He somehow seemed to know she wanted to feel like she had that much control over a man that his lust would overtake him and he'd dominate her.

After they came to a clear understanding that it's all consensual in addition to a safe word, he ravaged her and it didn't take much for her to respond. He'd whisper in her ear how she drives him insane as he pounded her into the wall; he'd call her his whore near the peak of her climax and it was so wrong, so contradictory, that it would set her off with mind-numbing orgasms; he'd cum on her face and hair or—to their mutual surprise—slap her in the face with his throbbing manhood. It was surreal abject detraction for them both, but for ten recreational hours spanning across two weeks, Sakura found it easier and easier to be dominated her blond-haired teammate to a disheveled and shuddering mess.

By the end, she felt heavenly snuggled up against him, with her clumped pink hair matted to her sweaty skin, lightly bouncing her perfect breasts with heavy breathing, arching her spine with thick cum leaking out of the apex of her flushed legs as she micro-spasms from the aftermath of a destructive orgasm. Despite this new 'identity' about her self, at the end of every hour together, Naruto would softly and gently kiss her goodnight, as if to signal the end of their masochistic sex and that made her feel more under control. It was like he was balancing her unorthodox preference with her orthodox way of being, and she appreciated him for it.

THE CHŪNIN EXAM

"For the third match," Genma calls. "From Konohagakure: Hyūga Neji," and there's an explosive boom of cheers and excitement from the stands in nearly equal measure from women as much as men. Though Neji had hoped to learn more about Naruto—as he expects the final fight to be between them—the loud blond still hadn't joined them in the hallway. Wearing his customary beige-colored shirt, dark brown shorts, and wrapped bandages around his right arm, chest, and right leg, the Hyūga prodigy leaves the wide entry hallway.

From beside Haku, Tenten watches her fair-skinned, long-haired teammate take the field and can feel her attitude toward him was odd now as opposed to two weeks ago. Thinking about the past two weeks, she understands, more or less, what Haku has been pushing her toward and it's not something the Academy is particularly good training for.

TENTEN

Naruto's clone met Tenten at her apartment like they've been doing for nearly two weeks. Massaging Tenten twice a day started as innocently as can be and never required more than a clone to manage but it escalated sharply in the thirteen days since they started.

In their first session on Tenten's bed, she wore leggings and a sports bra and despite the awkwardness of a boy in her room touching her, it went well. She enjoyed it when he massaged her arms and was especially sensitive when he massaged her hands. She felt better after the innocent massage—neither hating or regretting it—and they laughed when they realized how simple of a thing the physical activity can be.

Four days and eight sessions later and Tenten is in her underwear, and with more oiled skin contact, came more sensuality. She tried not to moan, but when she truly couldn't stop it from escaping her throat, Naruto made sure she didn't feel mocked or embarrassed. "It's okay Tenten. You can be as vocal as you like. I'm not going to judge or anything."

And he didn't, no matter how much she moaned, though, it soon started feeling erotic. Hot, oiled, strong hands caressing, stroking, and kneading her body's sensitive muscles; Tenten was moaning or mewling more consistently without even realizing it. Naruto seemed to know what made her feel good, focusing on her hands, neck, scalp, trapezius, B-cup breasts, hip muscles and inner taper, lower back, her annular butt, back and inner thighs, calves, and feet. Like Kurenai taught him, he kept the flow of energy moving within her, and she couldn't help lending airy moans to her constant tingling of teasing pleasure.

Another four days, sixteen total sessions later, Tenten was naked under a small towel. Though she was pink in the face, Naruto didn't bring up her options again. Having mentioned them so many times, she knows she can stop whenever she likes. She simply prefers not to.

'And why would I,' she thought. 'It feels good and it's not like we're having sex.'

Though, Tenten frets about how often she's been touching herself lately. In the privacy of her shower, she'd often fiddle with her love bud and a finger until she came. In their physical intimacy, Tenten isn't sure how much of it was Naruto, how much of it was this whole situation of being his tool, or how much of it was just her growing curiosity as a young woman that made her want to explore more.

Tenten couldn't know about his experience and how nearly all of the massages Kurenai taught Naruto often led to sex, so he's heard women who enjoy his ministrations ask, "can you... focus... more there?"

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