Dominator In Naruto

Even though it was the mixed bath, it was mostly empty. There were only two people inside, and right now, the bath was the last thing on their minds. It was good that they were Ninjas and were well-versed in handling themselves in different environments. Otherwise, they would be feeling hot and feverish right now.

The two of them were in the hotspring, the hot water reaching the middle of their waist. Their lips together, tasting each other, but mostly they could taste was the water of the hotspring, rolling on their tongues when they met.

Hanabi's head was already buzzing, having lost all semblance of control or sanity of her actions. Her legs were tightly wrapped around the young boy, who was the age of her nephew, and all she could think about was tasting his lips, sucking on his tongue. She stroked his wet hair, her other hand enjoying his body that was much smaller than hers, the one she could effortlessly envelop.

But even having lost control of all her actions, there was one thing that filled her with dread. It was the boiling hot organ that was pressed against her stomach. She had an aching pain, wanting to take this inside. Still, there was also fear that enveloped her, making her wonder if it was even possible for something that big to go in her.

The young boy was in front of her. The one enjoying the taste of her lips, her saliva, her tongue. His hands touched wherever they wanted, leaving little of her skin that hadn't been traced. He kissed her neck, making her raise her head to let him do what he wanted, to kiss her more, to make her feel more of what she was feeling. But when she was lost in that feeling, drowning, she felt something, hitting against her warm, wet cave. The tip slowly spread it; she stopped breathing. She could only focus on the tip as it went out and tried to come back again, slowly spreading her.

Hanabi held onto him even more tightly, whimpering, barely breathing, but ended up pulling him closer. A wave of pain spread through her body, but it was followed by the hot throbbing, matching her loud heartbeat. She wondered if she could even hear her own voice over her throbbing heart. He stayed there, then slowly moving, it was painful, but soon she could feel it, the pleasure she had been feeling all the while before.

Guren raised his head, pecking her lips, clasping them between his, swaying his hips. Every time he pulled back and pushed in, there was more of the cave that opened, tightly wrapping itself around his cock to stop his advances.

He nibbled on her nipple, looking at her watery, blushing, burning eyes, his fingers sinking inside her flesh, his tongue tasting it. There was a devious smile on the corner of his lips as he opened more of the passage with the next thrust. Her body convulsed in his arms, squirting a little with every thrust. Her lips were parted, but no voice came out from the gaping mouth.

"You are so warm...and tight...Hanabi Onee-chan."

"Noo~!" Hanabi finally let out a voice, her breasts heaving. She held onto his head, burying it between her breasts, closing her eyes, "Don't say anything!"

Guren licked her wet cleavage, tasting the saltiness from it, pressing her breasts, grinning, "How can I not? When you are so beautiful...especially when you make that face. Hanabi Onee-chan...are you enjoying this?"

Hanabi closed her eyes, her cheeks burning, but she didn't dare answer him, but she was hoping he would continue to do this; he would continue to spread her out more. He was so deep in her, just a little more, and he would have reached the darkest depths of her tunnel, but he stopped.

He whispered in her ear, but to her, it seemed devilish, ghostly, asking the same question again, "Hanabi Onee-chan...are you not enjoying this?"

Hanabi buried her head in his hair in shame, but she couldn't help end up smelling them, the strands brushing against her cheek, lips, eyelids, ticking her. She hated it; just smelling him made her feel so strange; she wanted to do weird things like licking his hair. But more than any of that, all she wanted was for him to move. She wanted the beast that was pulsing inside her to move, to drag against her inner walls that were wrapped around it.

Even if that meant playing along with him, "Yes~! Onee-chan is enjoying this..."

Hanabi inhaled deeply, holding her breast, waiting for the next thrust to come eagerly, but he pulled away. His palm patting her hair, smiling at her, "Good for you..."

"Huh?"

Hanabi held his shoulders in a daze, "What are you...go back...do it again..."

Guren got out of the hot spring, curling his lips, "I don't know...I don't think that I should."

"No..." Hanabi dazedly spoke, turning, crawling out of the hotspring. She held his leg to stop him; her stomach convulsed as she breathlessly spoke, "Don't..."

Guren turned around only to fall backward when she lunged at him, hugging his body. His head touched the ground, his wet hair sprawled as he watched her with his golden eyes, "Onee-chan...?"

Hanabi gulped, sitting down on his waist, raising her body before she got hold of his dick. She held the shaft in place with her fingers, adjusting it, looking at him hungrily, "Onee-chan wants Guren...Onee-chan wants you so badly."

Guren closed his eyes, letting out an abrupt moan, feeling her hot sex slowly starting to envelop him. There was a smile on the corner of his lips even as she lowered her body more until it reached the deepest part of her.

She froze for a moment, and a damn broke. She gushed out, her eyes rolled back, feeling the tidal wave of pleasure that hit her, leaving her, and so did all the strength in her body. Her heavy became heavier, and her shame grew the more she tasted this pleasure. Her body fell forward on his, letting him hold the weight, burying his head in her breasts. She kept twitching, vibration for a minute or two before she calmed down.

"What...did...I do?"