Jiraiya

Summary: Jiraiya's developed a new seal that should induce maddening lust and obedience in any woman he puts it on, and a trip with Hinata in tow gives him a chance to test it out on someone he's wanted to lay his hands on for a long time. If it works, maybe no woman in Konoha is safe. Anonymous commission.

When Hinata found out she was to be traveling with pervy old Jiraiya, she really thought worse of the situation than what it ended up being. Together, they were dispatched to Kumogakure to negotiate trade matters, and Hinata was surprised that Jiraiya chose her to be the one to accompany him and not his student, Naruto. She tried not to think anything of how weird it was, and simply tried to settle her restless thoughts as she accompanied him down the trail, worried that he had some perverse reason for wanting her with him, while also believing she was absolutely not the sort of girl who was going to attract that sort of undue and untoward attention, right?

Her fears were assuaged once they actually got to the road and Hinata was relieved to find that Jiraiya wasn't doing anything to her. He kept his hands and his eyes politely to themselves, and they made it through the first day and a half without incident. Maybe the rumours about the old man's perverted side were overblown. Maybe it wasn't anything to be worried about at all, and she just had to roll with the surprisingly good natured man who didn't do much to cause her any trouble.

As they settled into an inn for the night, Hinata felt that continued confidence and safety, not worried about anything coming to trouble her, up until Jiraiya came back holding only one key. "There's only one room available," he said. "Hope that's not a problem."

It was a problem, but Hinata didn't let the burn in her cheeks from getting in the way of things. This was fine. She came to trust Jiraiya enough by now, and was sure it would be okay. "What will we do?"

"We can figure it out." Jiraiya didn't make any pervy comment about sharing the bed, didn't give her any reason to worry about it still, which kept her comfortable enough in this situation. It was the response she needed, and as he led her to the room, she felt like there was a solution that they'd fine. It would all be okay, and she'd be able to address this all. They'd sort it out and everything would be fine again, right? They headed to the room, and she felt confident enough in the situation that she didn't think much of walking into the room with him, stepping in behind Jiraiya and looking around.

The bed was exactly what she feared: a couple's bed. No room for them to spread out, no room for anything but very intimate sleep together if two people were to sleep on it at once. Hinata looked around in hopes of finding a couch or finding even a chair; it was only for one night, she didn't mind having to sleep somewhere else if she had to. "What are we going to do?" she asked, meeker this time, surprised by how weird and shocking this situation all was, but needing to do something to try and figure it out. She looked to Jiraiya again for guidance.

Only to catch Jiraiya reaching up her sleeve. He pushed forward with his hand and pressed something against her, and she felt wet ink on parchment press against her skin, gasping in shock as a seal was laid down onto her, hidden under her heavy jacket. She didn't know what, and as she tried to pull away and recoil in shock, the burning came quickly, a warmth rushing up her arm and through her body, one that made her stumble back.

"What are you doing?" she shouted, eyes widening as she stared up at him in very hopeless confusion, trying to make sense now of the ways he began to impose his will upon her, and he was all too happy to watch her wriggle and stumble about, trying to get up to her feet, but her legs gave out. "Jiraiya?"

"I have a new seal I wanted to try out." He stood over her with a smirk. 'You're a pretty girl, and I see the way you look at my student, but I don't think he's mature enough to handle girl with what you have."

Hinata's head felt delirious, swampy and confused and filled with so many thoughts she didn't really understand, and as she tried to figure them out, things only got weirder for her. The warmth turned to heat and she tried to make sense of a creeping sensation rising up from within, but she didn't understand what she was doing or how she wanted to open up to it, she just understood that she was slowly sinking into a weird satisfaction that didn't need to be contained. It felt sudden, felt strange, and she was oddly ready to be lit up by its possibilities, by the strange thrills demanding her subservience. She tried to speak, tried to think about how to handle it, but Jiraiya's words all ran together in her head and a hazy panic consumed her fully, kept her aimless and foggy as she looked around, trying to sort out where she was and where everything was in relation to her.

Focus did come back to Hinata, but only when Jiraiya's pants came down and his meaty cock was suddenly pointed right at her face.

Everything else still felt like a blur, but as she stared forward, Hinata found that Jiraiya's cock was blatantly presented to her, standing proud and ready, twitching in excitement as it offered itself up to her, and Hinata didn't understand how to deal with the pressures that ensued, but she found herself inching slowly forward, consumed by a strangely rapturous sense of acceptance and desire. Her mouth opened, and she wasn't even thinking about it as she wrapped her lips around the head of his cock and began to suck. Pushing deep forward, she eased down his shaft, then pulled back with delight, moaning around him. For some reason, he tasted amazing, and she felt like she just had to accept all of the pleasures that his body offered her, all the strange passions that she--

Wait. NO. This was wrong. Hurtling back, Hinata pulled from his cock, gasping out, "What are you doing?" despite having been the one sucking the cock in the first place. Confusions throbbed through her body, but she could tell something here was very wrong and that she needed to pull out from this weird downward momentum. "This isn't--"

"My seal is awakening your deepest lusts," Jiraiya explained. "Don't fight it. It'll feel good. Just let me take you." He pushed forward, greedily advancing on Hinata, pushing his cock back toward her lips, which parted again for him. This time, he was the one to push forward, to sink her down onto his cock with a careful gesture and begin his shameless indulgence of a body suddenly powerless to deal with him and all of his worst advances. There was no resistance this time, no gesture of sense or control, allowing Jiraiya's strokes into her mouth to begin pushing her into strange new territory and into a frontier of pleasure she didn't have the slightest hope of containing.

Confused but accepting, Hinata continued to suck down Jiraiya's cock, feeling the haze continue to demand from her something confusing and frustrating, a weird mess of desires and frustrations pulling her ever deeper down, and she didn't really understand how to contain it, but she understood that she wanted more. She began to undo the zipper on her jacket, feeling like she was heating up under these pressures, and she still didn't understand how to make sense of it, but she was letting the pleasure take her further, letting this older man fuck her mouth.

Jiraiya threaded his fingers into Hinata's hair for stability and leverage, using it to pull her in tighter while his continued efforts to use her mouth came on with increasing weight and strangeness. "You feel good," he told her, happily pumping into her mouth, using her without restraint or calm as the pleasures rose steadily up and he felt the deepening appreciation for this moment take him. He was out for something vengeful and harsh, a wicked mess of passions that didn't feel particularly restrained or careful. He didn't care, wanting it badly enough that he just had to use her, throwing everything he had into the wickedness of his lusts. There felt like no reason to contain himself, no restraint to the way he took great delight in having his way with her, and he was prepared to make the most of it.

Pulling back abruptly, Jiraiya commanded, "Moan my name."

"Jiraiya," she replied with heat wavering in her voice. She didn't hesitate to, her response instant and accepting, which let Jiraiya know everything he needed to know.

Confidently, he shoved back into her mouth, this time pushing down into her throat. The pleasure was immense, and it had a very singular thrill to push it forward: the seal didn't only make her feel lust, but also induced a primal, hypnotic desire to obey his every command. Jiraiya held control over the situation, held a complete dominance that he was happy to use to his benefit in pounding forward, plundering at her mouth for his own pleasure. The cute kunoichi was ripe for the taking, powerless against his brutality and in a position of hopelessness where he felt only the ferocious joy of making her his. She didn't have the strength to resist him, and Jiraiya was free to use her harder, deeper, to appreciate the hopeless panic and helplessness with which he had her under his touch. She didn't have a prayer of handling him, and he felt prepared to make the most of this all.

The obedient, hazy surrender with which Hinata gave in to this all became a stranger mess of fascinated heat, a pleasure she kept craving more and more, feeling the fierce demands all pulling her into a deeper state of heat and worry. There was no good way to contend with these foggy pressures, but the pleasure kept building. She slid her jacket off of her shoulders as she continued these sloppy appreciations, wishing she had focus in her head while failing miserably to contain these relentless pleasures. Deeper she fell and deeper she sucked, hopelessly incapable of contend with these emotions, but she needed them, spiraling deeper in and savouring the sloppy fire of passions coming in with increasing delirium and greed, hungers that simply could not be contained now.

She kept sucking, slobbering the cock down, struggling in the wild confusion and drunken passion of trying her best to contain this all, and there felt like no good sense to be had here. She just kept going, and the pleasure began to take her, a steady consumption of passion bringing her into a state of acceptance and hunger where everything just felt right. This was a lot, but she felt so ready for these feelings and so greedily prepared to give in that it all just took her, sinking her down into a wondrous acceptance and a submission much too foggy to deal with. It made her feel good, made her head spin with fascination for what she was doing.

Just when she thought it was mad enough already, he yanked her hair down hard and forced his way into her throat with a savage stroke. Hinata's eyes bulged out as she took him on, as she felt the panic brew and her body struggle. She had no hope of dealing with this now, feeling the panic erupt with less preparation than she could believe, but she was giving in to it all, choking the cock down and gagging on him, her eyes watering under a pressure that built quickly. Hinata didn't know why she was letting this happen, but her pussy throbbed with such excitement as she let him take her, and her thoughts simply stopped processing anything else. It felt good. Felt perfect. She let this happen. She wanted it.

With a satisfied grunt and a slam forward, Jiraiya came down her throat. Hinata choked on his cum, struggling and sputtering as she felt the flood of hot spunk pump its way down, and she didn't feel capable of processing this all, but she felt better, felt the delirious joys continue to take her down, and she didn't care about how insane this was or how much she needed to focus and stop this. It all simply consumed her, and she embraced the joy and the heat. The taste of his cum should not have excited Hinata in the way it did, but she felt dizzy and hopeless and ready to simply accept everything about this madness for what it was.

Hinata still didn't understand any of this, but as Jiraiya's cock pulled out of her mouth and she looked up at him with hopeless, needy eyes, she felt compeltely smitten and fixated, a needy wreck wanting to make some sort of sense of these passions while absolutely being out of her mind. "I don't know what's happening," she whined.

Jiraiya advanced on her some more, pulling Hinata's top slowly up over her ample chest to free her tits. "Then just let it happen," he said, pushing boldly forward and grabbing hold of her tits.

With a shocked gasp, Hinata accepted it, staring up at Jiraiya with continued indecision and confusion, but she let him have her, let him grope and toy with her breasts while she knelt there, his cum and her spit dripping from her lip. "I'm so turned on," she whimpered, confusion burning up hotter inside her. She didn't know how to deal with it, but she felt like she had to take it, continued acceptance leaving her to accept it. "Your hands are so strong, Jiraiya." Her body pitched and shivered, the heat flaring up inside her again, and Hinata couldn't ignore the ways that she was giving up to something grand and spectacular, rushes of direct passion imposing upon her something fixated. She didn't feel capable of arguing against this, growing more wanton and terrified of just how hopelessly the pleasures were building up inside her.

Even just being groped made Hinata feel good, made her head dizzy, made a hopeless sense of fascination demand that she give in. Succumbing this hard wasn't something she should have been doing, but she felt lost now, powerless, letting the pleasure consume her harder as she stared at Jiraiya's cock, mostly hard and dangling there glistening in her spit. She didn't understand how to deal with how hot she felt and how much these pleasures were threatening to be too much for her, but she felt like she just had to accept it, had to lean into these frustrations.

"Spread them out," he told her, taking his hands off her, and without thinking, Hinata grabbed her tits and spread them apart, letting him park his thick cock right into her cleavage. She wrapped back around it in turn, and with a steady, burning excitement, Jiraiya began to thrust forward, burning with a hunger and a direct need to make her give him everything he wanted. There was no sense or control to it, just the fire and frustration of a pleasure that didn't feel sane now. It was senseless, it was forward, and it was a kind of chaos she just had to take. There was no good way to deal with it all now, just a burning forward momentum stripped of reason. "Now squeeze them in around it."

There was no warning or sense to this sudden push forward. Things simply happened, hitting with insistence and a strength that she had no patience or time to make sense of. Before she understood any of what was happening, Hinata was offering up a titfuck to Jiraiya, wondering how she'd fallen this far while toying with her nipples, the sensations almost electrifying and her thoughts swaying with increasing vigor through the haze. She didn't feel like she could make sense of these emotions now, didn't care about trying to contain the burning thrills sweeping up through a body egging for nay touch at all now, struggling to contend with the bizarre fascinations he was able to inspire within her.

With steady strokes into her cleavage, Jiraiya relished in the chaos and the satisfaction, out to use Hinata's gorgeous tits for his own sinful delight, keeping her stuck in a frustrating position where she couldn't do anything to contend with how forceful he was, how readily he fucked her. He studied the toll it took on her and the ways that she knelt there in submission, glassy-eyed and hungry, with pleasure bubbling up through her and pulling Hinata deeper and deeper into the sort of twisted fascination that she was in no way prepared to deal with. "Your breasts are so nice, and they look perfect wrapped around my cock."

Staring down at her chest, Hinata put serious thought into whether or not that was true, and she found herself unable to disagree. It was weird to consider, weird to sink deeper into, but every passing second felt like a push into the strange acceptance of pleasures that kept her falling deeper, to keep her spiraling ever deeper and lower. There was no good way to handle these pleasures, but with each passing second of frustration and delirium, she felt like she was giving up hotter, happier, letting these pleasures take a grander toll on her. "It does," she whined, biting her lip and looking back up at Jiraiya, dizzily struggling under a foggy mess of pleasures and passions that didn't leave him much time to think clearly. Something brewed insider of her. Something wicked and hot and confused, but she had no choice but to take it.

With steady thrusts pumping forward and no restraint behind his worst efforts, Jiraiya kept indulging in the younger woman's body, her breasts forming a pillowy embrace around his cock that Jiraiya couldn't possibly get enough of. With each thrust forward, he savoured the sight of Hinata in a state of confused crisis, clearly struggling with the pleasures taking her, wishing she could process all the feelings and frustrations taking hold of her, but the searing pressures left her without much clarity or sense, just a deepening throb within her body that she felt less and less prepared to deal with. Hinata was wavering, the fascination and frustration of the position she was in, one of surrender and submission to these passions, became something that didn't feel sane in the least to the helpless wreck trying to take care of her thoughts.

The taste of his cock lingered in Hinata's mouth, and as she stared down at the dick indulging in her breasts, the warmth continued to take her, inducing a need between her legs, a want to have him inside of her in other ways, and she felt lost to a growing spectacle of pure insanity. She didn't understand it and didn't know how to contain these emotions, but the pleasure got to her harder and messier, pulling her further down into a state of wanton heat, a panicked bliss that didn't let up, and she felt like she just had to accept what was consuming her, had to give in to the idea that what she needed was right here and driving her mad. Her crush on Naruto felt like a distant thought, an aimless, distant reality that didn't have any bearing on the immediacy of how badly she needed to give in to this.

Every thrust into her cleavage was another chance for Jiraiya to relish in the chaos and the frustration, to keep pounding away at her luscious tits. If his seal could work this well on Hinata, he could only imagine which other women from the village he could ensnare and force into submission like this. The possibilities seemed endless before him now, an opportunity to keep up with passions and aggressions that left no time for sense, no restraint. Only the chance to fall further and further away from normalcy, and with every motion forward of his hips, he was ready. He pushed closer to the edge, wasting no time in working his cock into her cleavage harder, hastier, with the singular goal of erupting and testing out how far he could make her fall.

With a few final strokes and groans, and one last grunt of pure excitement, Jiraiya came all over Hinata's tits, shooting messy shots of hot, thick spunk that splattered up onto her chin and then landed down onto her chest, leaving Hinata to shiver and squirm in surprise under the wild excitement of what he left her covered in. There was little warning for it, and Hinata felt dizzy and worn down as she stared down at her chest and the mess he'd made of her, but she couldn't exactly complain about it. She whimpered, biting her lip and looking back up at him, eyes wide and fascinated.

She tried to think of what to say and how to express these feelings, tried to consider her options while squirming and shuddering her way through temptation and confusion, all before finally spitting out, "Can you fuck me?" She felt aimless and baffled here, wanting so badly to quell the burning between her legs, and she felt like only Jiraiya fucking her could soothe it. This was a specific sort of madness, a strange rush of pleasures and worries that weren't getting any simpler.

That was everything Jiraiya wanted to hear, and without warning, he grabbed hold of her and dragged Hinata onto the bed. "Strip," he told her, and his command hit her deep, made her begin to peel the clothes off of her body in a frantic fit of acceptance and submission, expressing the dizzy pleasures and passion that rapidly became all Hinata could process. Her clothes all came off, and Jiraiya stepped onto the bed, his big dick in hand, and came down from above, sinking onto her and sinking into her. "This will make you feel better."

The feeling of Jiraiya's cock stuffing into her pussy for the first time was an immediate rush of pleasures and passions that came on with downright erratic spectacle. The ecstasy left no time for Hinata to make sense of it; everything simply happened, coming on with strange pressures and a molten panic that immediately induced pure terror inside of her. She didn't have any good way to prepare herself for it; it all happened, made her head spin anther arms wrap around him. "It feels so good!" she shrieked, unable to deny how satisfying it was to feel that amazing cock inside of her now. She craved this, jerking back and forth with wild motions expressing her continued panic.

The depraved wickedness of robbing a girl of control of herself so he could turn her into a submissive slut was definitely something that should have bothered or held back Jiraiya more than it did, but he found himself in a position of ravenous, reckless glee, a greed spiraling through him harder, forcing him on with deepening thrills, craving the pleasure with which he made her fall into this mess of spectacle and frustration. He was in control now, working at her worries and unraveling her at the seams. "You feel good," Jiraiya groaned, forcing his way deeper into her, feeding inch after inch into a pussy clearly inexperienced and unprepared for the attentions he paid it, but that only made him feel better, made it more exciting to pound on faster and steadier, thrusting deeper into a hole begging for his attention.

"I love it!" she gasped. Hinata felt no mental resistance or friction to the idea of giving in to this, pleasures simply pulling her deeper in, making her head spin with throbbing fascination and a delirious craving for whatever he could give her. "Please, keep going." The heat raging in her was too great. Any decency or restraint melted away in a fit of fascination growing bolder and stranger, her body simply accepting that everything she craved was right before her, frantic sweeps of desperate fascination keeping her moving, keeping her body jerking back and forth. Only one thought occupied her mind now, only one thing existed within her. It was a need for more, a ravenous love of the cock presently pounding down into her.

Jiraiya fucked like an uncaged animal. Finding out the seal worked induced a lot of emotions and pressures inside of him, and the only way to express them was to go all out in a blistering, unrelenting spree of pure aggression. The idea that this worked and that he held power in his hands now kept him relentless, moving faster and harder on with no restraint or control, simply pursuing the relentless pleasure that came with this. This was a successful run, and that only further excited him, putting to mind the pleasures and possibilities that yet awaited him if he kept going with this, if he indulged deeper into the possibilities and the wicked thrills.

The deep strokes into her pussy wouldn't let up, Hinata's snug hole squeezing down tighter around Jiraiya's cock in hopeless surrender to these pleasures, needing to give up to all these feelings and needing to be conquered utterly by his amazing cock. That was all she had the mental faculties to understand in this state now, moaning louder under the attention and the debaucherous thrill of falling deeper, needing this more than she could bear. Her breasts heaved up and down as her body took these thrusts, bouncing away with the cum clinging to them through the wild motions. She felt completely lost to these feelings, needing to be taken deeper, craving what these feelings offered and not caring about trying to resist any of it.

The very singular fascination gripping her kept Hinata deep under, staring up at Jiraiya as his cock unlocked pleasures inside of her that she'd never experienced before. That was enough to burn away just about every thought left in her head, to hook her in with a twisted fascination and hunger that rocked er to her very core. Louder she moaned under the delirious spiral of giving up to his touch, wanting only to succumb to the madness taking hold of her, and she didn't care about resisting it, didn't try to avoid the pleasures burning her to her very core, she only knew that this was making her feel a kind of good she wanted more of.

With all the leverage and power and aggression pushing him forward, Jiraiya made sure he left a steep mark on Hinata. His hands got all over her tits while he fucked her into the mattress, groaning his way through the steadily building chaos that followed. He was ready, prepared to go all out and to throw himself into the messy pleasures that hit him harder, the passions and pleasures demanding the fascination that he craved most. It was too much, and with a hungry rush of burning bliss, he let it go. "Take it!" he groaned, slamming down one last time into her and ultimately erupting hard into her, filling her up with his cum and sending her into a shrieking fit of passion and fascination. Ecstasy seared through Hinata, making her feel the pleasure and the fascination of a desire that didnt' seem normal any longer, but she felt ready for something beautiful.

The writhing, wriggling pleasure pulled Hinata into a state of mad fascination, and she felt compeltely hopeless, ready to give in fully and ready to let herself unravel. Her legs trembled, arms clutching around him, and she felt completely lost and hopeless, needy and hungry and lost to a passion she couldn't fathom. The pleasure was unreal, and it brought Hinata into a pleasure beyond reason, a senseless chaos that she needed, craved, and loved every second of. It was everything to her, a mess of irresistible fascination, pleasures coming on with less and less sense, the chaotic mercy coming with strangeness and fascination. Hinata fell just a bit deeper, delirious and hopeless and lost to the pleasures that confused utterly.

Pulling slowly out of Hinata's pussy, Jiraiya didn't waste any time in seeking more. "You're my plaything now," he told her, grabbing hold of her body and pulling her into a different position, rolling her over and getting her onto her hands and knees.

"I am, I am." Fully brainwashed now and cross-eyed, Hinata was a mess. "I love your cock. I love it so badly." She needed this, a heaving, trembling passion making for something completely blissful. There was no thought left in her as she got into her hands and knees, raising her ass up for him. Her round, plush rear wiggled enticingly before him, and the pleasure became something merciless, chaotic, a rush of fascinated pleasure that didn't let up. She felt fixated, hopeless, a sickened rush of fire and heat burning through her hotter and she was ready to simply come apart, to break down with an ecstasy and a fire she couldn't handle.

Slamming back into her again, the pleasure and heat became a pure mess of ferocity and hunger. There was no restraint here, a passion and hunger that felt utterly incredible, bringing pleasures into a state that didn't feel sensible. He gripped her hair and yanked it back, inducing a mad moan that came on strong, a ferocious rush of fascination and hunger that she couldn't be without now. There wasn't any desire or sense to this, and she was fascinated, needy, burning with a heat and a fire that didn't leave her any time to think or control herself. There was only need here, and Hinata's submission felt absolute, her hips pressing back to meet his cock and every gesture she offered proving a sense of wanton fascination.

Jiraiya may have been up in years, but he could still fuck like a young man, and he threw his worst efforts into trying to ravage the poor mess of a girl he had in this bed. It creaked under the pressure of what they did in it, but his senseless, feverish efforts rewarded him with a sense of relentless excitement, raw delight and fascination carrying him harder forward, needing to throw himself into this without any real composure or restraint. The pleasure simply built, swelling hotter through him while he used Hinata for his own twisted indulgence, finding that the pleasures pulling him in were only getting better and better as he le it all go. No control, no mercy, only the relentless chaos and heat of making her his.

Deeper strokes wore harder at the patience of the poor girl trying to contend with this all. Jiraiya's every thrust whittled away at Hinata's composure until she was doing little more than babbling her way through this, her coherent replies simply single words. "More." "Yes." "Please." She wasn't able to contain herself, but the pleasures burning a hole through her kept her eager and hot, lit up by the passions that kept her animated and dizzy, needing only to continue sinking into beautiful, smouldering ruin. It didn't make any sense to her now, btu she didn't need it to. With every motion back and forth of her needy hips, Hinata fed into this, every thought of the boy she liked lost to a senseless need to be dominated and used and fucked into chaotic delirium, and she was happy to abandon any semblance of restraint for this, moaning her way into the collapse of any semblance of reason.

"With that seal, you'll listen to me from now on, and when we get back to Konoha, I want you to keep coming and tending to me," Jiraiya explained, and Hinata's erratic moans of approval told him all he needed to hear. He was in control now, an absolute dominance of the moment and of any moment of sense, and with everything tearing through her, Hinata gave up deeper, loving every second of these passions and allowing them to take her to the limit. She felt the erratic sweeps of chaos and hunger pulling her into a state of mad satisfaction, and she just could not care about holding herself back any longer. This was fascination and fire in a passion that felt like an unreal mess of fascination, an obedience and a fire that just had to be succumbed to.

"I'm yours!" Hinata shrieked, managing a two-word expression of fire and heat, madness demanding that she succumb utterly. The pleasure was incredible, a mad fascination that didn't feel like it could be stopped, and the pleasure came on with little sense. The climax ripped suddenly through her, bringing on rushes of senseless fire and bliss, a fascination that she just had to accept as the pleasure taking her. Wild, erratic moans filled the air, and she felt crushed by a fascination and a hopelessness that she wanted only more of, trembling through the sick delight of coming to the end of her sense and feeling the limits of all reason be tested. "Cum in me!"

The hysterical needs that Hinata expressed were music to Jiraiya's ears, and without hesitation, he slammed forward, holding her down against the bed as her limbs collapsed and she flopped face-down into the sheets. He creampied his new prone sex toy as she wriggled under him, a delirious mess so hopeless and fixated that he knew she was locked down permanently, that she was his. His fingers caressed along the seal he'd placed on her arm. It was a good thing she liked to wear her heavy coat; it would keep the mark away from prying eyes, and keep her ample chest buried away for only his enjoyment.

"I love your cock!" Hinata gasped, tongue hanging out of her mouth as another day's travel ended with the raw commotion and depravity of getting dicked down hard by Jiraiya. They were now in the Hidden Cloud Village, ready to engage in negotiations the next morning, but for tonight, it was simply about giving in to the primal desires that had dominated her thoughts on every step of the trip thus far, and seemed poised to continue to ruin her day by day.

Ending another travel day with the ravaging of Hinata's twat had become the frontier of decadence and depravity that Jiraiya craved most. Pounding the perfect body of his travel mate, who was now so deep in the ruinous hypnosis that she did just about anything and everything he asked her to, Jiraiya thrived. The senseless, shameless decadence that this journey involved made for a rush of mad pleasure that he wanted only to pursue deeper, the rush of senseless vigor and chaos keeping him needing more. The insatiable depths of an ego fully out of control pursued something truly mad, and his shameless desires to keep riding out the pleasure involved kept him hungry, kept him forward, kept him needing only to see how far down he could chase these spectacular feelings.

Hinata would have been put off and desperate to escape this pressure if she were in any other situation. The utter madness of just how greedy and sexually demanding Jiraiya was should have scared her off no matter how nice it felt, but the seal had taken root so fully in her mind and brought such destructive fire with it that she was an empty mess of pure need now, serving only his desires with each shove of her round ass back against his thrusts, each desperate show of a pleasure that kept her needing more, kept her craving whatever she could find in his touch. Jiraiya's needs were her top priority, and all that Hinata really wanted was to keep making him feel good.

The pleasure was exhausting and ferocious, bringing with it a messy pulse of fever and frustration that kept escalating, kept pushing Hinata to give in while she slammed her round hips back to meet his thrusts and every exhausting rush of molten spectacle became something she could barely keep her head on straight for. There was so much to appreciate and adore about the chance to slide into molten chaos like this. Jiraiya lived like a king, pounding the beautiful girl senseless every chance he got and showing off the greedy vigor of simply throwing himself into pure ruin and chaos.

And she took it. Happily, she moaned through this sinful spectacle, loving every exhausting second of the pounding pressure growing through her, a demanding and depraved rush of madness and worry. It was only getting bolder and hotter, a noisy mess that had become the norm for them, with Jiraiya pulling hard back on Hinata's hair when he slammed forward to pump her full of cum. Sent into a spiral of squealing chaos and panic, the pleasure was absolutely mad, a pleasure too chaotic and fiery to be able to contain, and there was no way to hold herself back now. The pleasure just built, fierce and forceful in its brilliance, pushing the limits of sense to an unrestrained height that felt like it was tearing her fully apart.

Jiraiya pulled back, groaning, "Clean me off and give me a titfuck," he ordered, loosing his last few drops onto her ass rather than even waiting for her to be done.

Shaking through her own climax, Hinata did exactly as she was told, turning her around around and diving down on his cock, sucking it into her mouth to slurp him clean and take every bit of her own juices away. The sounds of her messy, vigorous sucking were as noisy and chaotic as could be, her dizzy eyes staring up at Jiraiya and lacking a little bit of something. She was a mess, a mess completely fascinated by pleasures beyond reason, by a senseless fascination that built and brewed with ruinous intent.

Relaxing back against the headboard, Jiraiya offered a wicked smirk, relaxed back and marveling at the way that Hinata began her messy reverence, the sloppy head that made him burn hotter. She didn't take long sucking though, transitioning to wrapping her plush tits around his now spit-slick cock and working along his shaft with absolutely hopeless fever. It was just what he needed, an expression of all the most wicked desires waiting inside of Jiraiya, and he was content to ease back and soak it all in.

"We're meeting with the Raikage tomorrow," he said, briefing Hinata on reminders of what was to come while lounged back to his fun. The opportunity now was one of very sweet indulgences, and he didn't shy away from getting what he craved most. "I have a bad feeling about our negotiations; he's going to turn us down with the offer we have, so I want you to be ready. If it comes to it, you're going to seduce him and convince him with these gorgeous tits of yours that he should accept the deal, and that you'll do anything to sweeten it for him."

Hinata should have objected to the idea of having her body be a bargaining chip in negotiations. It was horrifically disrespectful to her and boiled her worth down to her body, made her someone who had been brought along on this trip for no reason other than to be prostituted to the leader of another village. Instead, Hinata said, "I hope his cock is big." She was a monster of lust now, one fixated on Jiraiya, but one who was happy to do anything she was told. If he told her to fuck another man, she wouldn't complain. She was too devoted.

"Remember who you're loyal to," Jiraiya scowled.

"I'm always yours," she moaned. "But I'll do what you ask. My body is made to please, and if it will help you, and help our village, I'll do whatever I have to do." The dizzy pleasures sucked her in deeper, body writhing under the hunger and the want of giving up so steeply. There was no reason to hesitate. She was here to make him happy.

The steady up and down of her plush breasts worked more firmly and aggressively, a pleasure that brought on hunger and excitement, continued fascination that came on stranger. Hinata understood her needs and the pressures firmly upon her. As Jiraiya came all over her tits, Hinata held steady, taking this mess on and embracing the weird chaos of completely giving in. It was chaos, but a constructive chaos, and as his cum dripped off of her face and she shook her way through giving in, all she felt was burning confidence and the dizzy certainty of knowing that she was doing a good job, and that nothing mattered more than doing a good job for Jiraiya.

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"I think now would be a good time to take a break," Jiraiya said. "The room feels very tense right now, and we might all do well to get some time alone."

The Raikage sat firm and stern, but as he took Jiraiya's measure, he couldn't help but agree, giving a solemn nod. Beside him, Samui sat to his side, and she ought to have been more difficult to get a read on for Jiraiya, but he could feel that she was definitely looking down on him for just how much his eyes kept veering toward her unbelievably plush breasts. She was endowed with something he couldn't believe, but he wanted them so badly, and he knew he was going to get them.

"A break sounds good," A said. "We can reconvene in an hour." His voice was terse and his audible uncertainty an accord was going to be reached under any circumstances made clear that he didn't have much faith in any of this. These talks were going nowhere, and he was disconnecting mentally from this more and more by the second.

This was all according to plan for Jiraiya. He rose to his feet and Hinata followed him out of the room, only for him to pin Hinata up against the wall and shove his tongue into her mouth when they were out of view. It didn't last, because Samui was quick to follow them out of the office, and he pulled away from her quickly enough, acting cool and distant while the woman passed by. This was all going according to a very stiff and frustratingly stifling plan. Jiraiya waited for Samui to pass down the hall before he shoved his tongue back down Hinata's throat.

"Go in there and whore yourself out to him," he told her. "For Konoha."

"For Konoha," she said, nodding obediently. Hinata was his, compeltely broken down into a fit of complete surrender. Hinata nodded and steeled her resolve, then turned back into the room they left, hoping to catch A before he left.

With that work done, Jiraiya had his chance to claim Samui in turn. He couldn't get her huge tits out of his head; her buxom endowments could have put even Tsunade to shame, and that was a woman he wanted his hands on at any cost. He slunk after the blonde, ready to find out what tits that plump felt like and to pursue something utterly reckless in finding out for himself.

Samui had turned a corner and gone into an office, leaning over a desk in pursuit of papers with the door just barely open. Jiraiya was able to sneak his way in toward her, every footstep silent as he sidled up behind Samui. It was too easy. He drew out a seal and pressed his hand down across her back, the sensation of wetness and searing surprise hitting Samui just in time for her to lose all control of herself. A nervous shriek rang out, but Jiraiya knew he couldn't afford to let anyone hear things; he pulled her lips against his, yanking her head back to indulge harder in the fierce pleasures and the ferocious needs that spiked up.

Everything searing across Samui all but shut her down. She could feel her body stay firmly in place while Jiraiya's hands greedily got to work on her, reaching around front to squeeze at her chest. "You have the biggest tits I've ever seen," Jiraiya groaned into her ear. 'I want them wrapped around my cock."

The feeling of her throat contracting under pure shock and confusion held Samui tightly. She didn't know what was happening, but as he got his hands under her clothes and began to grope and knead relentlessly, he was compeltely unprepared for all of this. The mess of frustration and was a mess of volatile emotions. "What is--" The heat swelling through Samui's body made her shudder and struggle her way through lots of excessive and strange feelings, one after another. The building inside of her brought with it something absolutely deranged, and she didn't know quite how to grasp how Jiraiya had shut down her thoughts so completely and left her so docile.

Every squeeze and caress against her body made for something trembling and fierce in its demanding pressure. "Just a helpful seal to make you give in to what you really want." Coming up from behind, Jiraiya pressed his aching, hardening cock against her ass, continuing to wriggle his strong fingers down into her clothes, continuing to explore and seek out any leverage he could get in this situation. "What do you want?" he asked, grinding his bulge against her ass, making sure she felt him fully.

Samui was outraged and baffled, but the worries that got caught in her throat left her a special sort of hopeless. This was a disaster, a rush of confusion and worry that she felt like she was barely able to deal with, and she was stuck in an infuriating spot in the middle of all of this. Whatever Jiraiya had done to her, it left her confused, left her trapped in a shaky state of feelings and worries that swept with bitter demand through her body. His hands were electrifying, something about the way he touched her bringing on urgent rushes of a pleasure and a frustration that she could barely comprehend, but that lack of comprehension only left her feeling more drastically fucked in the depths of pure insanity upon her.

"Has it ever felt this good to have your tits groped?" he asked. His voice was right in her ear, a rumbling whisper forcing her to come undone, to struggle and squirm through deeper worries and panics.

"No, it's never felt this good," Samui whined. She didn't know why. she didn't want to let him have this much, but the words were demanding, a sweep of heat and dizziness shuddering across her body, and she found herself unable to deal with these worries now. There was simply fever, simply a rush of pleasures that made her dizzy and made her want to give in to what was building, a senseless greed and spectacle she felt powerless to face. As he pressed ever tighter against her body, the pleasures were coming on stranger, messier, and she felt trapped here. There was something truly hopeless here, and she felt lost to this mess.

Jiraiya had her. He continued to press his advantage, finding her nipples and toying with them under calloused fingers, prepared to take this as far as he had to in the name of complete indulgence. "Imagine how nice it will feel when you wrap them around my cock," he groaned. "Imagine how nice it will feel when I fuck you raw. You want this."

Even if she wasn't sure she wanted it, Samui's focus was drifting, and she could feel things creeping over her, ready to make this all much worse.

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Pressed in tight against A's body, Hinata's hand held onto his cock through his pants, stroking it while she leaned herself into his lap, pumping her hand along his dick and losing herself into a flurry of kisses. "I hope I can help you see things differently," she whined. Hinata was a dizzy wreck, expressing something fierce and hopeless, messes of passion and fire that she wanted to explore deeper, and she was eager to seek it out, burning through some fiery pulses of pure weirdness.

This was not the move of a resolute leader, not something a Raikage should have considered in negotiations. He had to keep his peoples' interests in mind, not his own. But at the same time, the wild pleasure continued to swell and escalate inside of him, building up pleasures shakier and hotter, so messy in their nature that he felt like he couldn't possibly keep his head straight. His hands were on her hip and groping her chest, a desire to lean into this pulling him ever tighter in. This was blatantly seduction, and it was working.

"You make a good case," he groaned. "I didn't know Konoha still had its kunoichi use their bodies." The temptation was fiery and it was compeltely mad, a senseless rush of ferocity and fire to lean into, letting the pleasure come on stranger and urging him to throw himself into worsening pressure and pure chaos. He wanted it, enticed by the sweet pull of a body against his, a pleasure that couldn't be resisted now. He felt weak, shackled to the failings of his own flesh and desperately seeking some frontier of relief, something he knew her body could offer him. A felt powerless against the lust now, and he wanted to feel whatever he could find from these twisted delights.

"With a body like this, how can I not? I'm an asset to my village." Hinata was deep under a throb of chaotic need. She had been told to do this, and so she did it in earnest, following Jiraiya's order and offering herself up to him however she could, caring only about the chances to fulfill her orders and follow through with her purposes. "And if you agree to our terms, you can do whatever you want to this body."

Groaning in utter frustration, A knew he shouldn't have, but he also knew that the hand pumping his cock through his pants was an enticing treat, every bit of Hinata's luscious body a sweet promise of more, and he wasn't even close to strong enough to handle this temptation now. He wanted to give in to it, wanted to be weak and shaky and wanted to compeltely succumb to whatever was being asked of him. He shouldn't have let this happen, but he couldn't resist it, inching closer, grabbing hold of her, pulling her against him. "I want it," he confessed, and Hinata's smile could only grow wider.

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Down on her knees, Samui couldn't stop staring down in utter fascination at the massive cock nestled into her oversized tits. "You're so big," she said, trying to express some manner of focus through the utter disbelief that it inspired inside of her. She couldn't take her eyes off of him and his utterly glorious size. Moving up and down with clumsy and uncertain motions, Samui expressed a growing interest and curiosity in the gloriously endowed cock, unable to fight the growing heat in her loins. Her top had been stripped bare, the blonde's ridiculous tits spilled free and harnessed in snug against Jiraiya's cock with purpose and intent.

"I told you that you would want it," Jiraiya groaned, his growing excitement expressed a deepening spectacle of wickedness, of the sorts of greed that he knew could push him to ridiculous heights of satisfaction. This was an opportunity to take things deeper and explore his way into taking another girl, and this time, he felt the wild difference and excitement of something new. He had met Samui that morning, and now she was topless before him, knelt in obedient acceptance to give in to whatever was being asked of her. His worked better than he expected it could, and the opportunity now to take charge and to open himself up to these spectacular bursts of wrongness made him overjoyed to pursue this now.

Samui whined in confused, nervous heat, shivering her way through the certainty that this was over the line, but knowing she had no real control over any of these feelings. The burning, persistent sense of curiosity and frustration brought her something special, something truly deranged. She couldn't believe this was happening, but she knew she wanted to explore her way into it, deeper appreciation for the pleasures it granted. Everything happened so fast, so strange, and she didn't know how to deal with that speed, but she knew she wanted to appreciate all of it.

"You're taking me to... I don't..." Samui felt so foggy and dizzy, her confusion urging her deeper into feelings she remained powerless against, and every step of the way, her collapse brought her greater satisfaction and surrender, a deepening need to be conquered. Her breasts quickened their pace along his shaft, their pillowy embrace rubbing harder at him and bringing him deeper satisfactions. The satisfaction she received back in return for giving him so much to enjoy made for a deranged mess of clumsy feelings and frustrations, pleasures she felt like she had no recourse against, and each passing second urged her into deeper, greater joys, into satisfactions she wished she could fight against more firmly, but she was only falling deeper, only learning the hard way what chaos and wrongness could take her by storm.

When Jiraiya came, he did so right across her face and her tits, painting her with a pent-up load and forcing her to have to deal with the utter wrongness and fascination of what was coming. It felt too mad, too senseless, and the deranged ecstasies it all rose to were simply too much for Samui to take. Drenched in the potent, musky cum, she shook in a state of utter bafflement, some of it landing onto her lips and her tongue seeking its pungent flavour. She felt waves of something euphoric and confused wash over her body, a senseless mess of spectacular wants that all forced her to give in to the dizzy needs that demanded her complete cooperation now. It was excessive and raw and simply too much for her to possible deal with, clumsy pulses of delirium that robbed her of focus and made everything burn just right.

"I want it," Samui gasped, the last shreds of her focus snapping completely. A smile spread across Jiraiya's face, and he knew his time was here.

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Sinking her head right into A's lap, Hinata didn't hold anything back in the sloppy adoration with which she took his cock down. It was big enough to make her happy, maybe not as big as Jiraiya's, but enough to satisfy holes that had been thoroughly stretched by Jiraiya and accustomed to something a bit bigger. As her lips wrapped around him, she moaned out with shameless vigor, a growing greed and pride built on the very singular idea that what she needed most was to break down completely.

A couldn't believe he was doing nay of this. It was a betrayal of his station to entertain a notion like this, but it was absolutely incredible to feel her mouth sink onto his cock and to accept the dizzy thrills of being treated to such sloppy praise. There was nothing quite like this pleasure, and he wanted only to give up deeper to it, to pursue the aches and the fascinations it brought with it. This was too much, the excess and the passion and the fire bringing him something truly insatiable, and as his fingers tangled into her hair, A decided he had made the right decision, even if it was only the right choice for himself.

Without a word, Hinata happily began to praise every inch of A's cock, her hands and her mouth working in sloppy concert to adore him with an insistence too steep for him to possible resist. Taking him in deep and slurping noisily on his shaft, Hinata made the kind of wanton mess of herself that she knew he wouldn't be able to keep his hands off of, so messy and sloppy and incapable of controlling her desperations that she came apart at the seams in exploring it.

Satisfying her lusts through any means she could kept Hinata eager and engaged, vigorous desires sweeping through her body harder, urging her to keep pursuing the passions and the mad wants that came with it. Every bob of her head was a practiced gesture she knew was driving him up the wall with want, and she put all her newly learned cocksucking talents to work at making A feel too good to possibly turn down their negotiations. Something truly hopeless built inside of her, desires that pushed her to deeper depths of frustration, that made her want to explore without knowing how to handle any of these commotions and frustrations. she just knew that she was in deep, knew that she was finding herself in precisely the sort of position she wanted to be in when it came to delving into chaos.

A couldn't believe how good this felt, but he was giving in to all of it, finding himself on the increasingly frenzied end of pure frustration and chaos, a commotion and a desire that he wanted to fall only deeper into. There was really no sense here to save her from what was happening; she had given that up in pursuit of shameless, slobbering ecstasy now, and as she praised A's cock and worked to earn something for her village, all she could think about was how proud of her Jiraiya would be for accomplishing what these negotiations set out to do, doing her part to make sure they got what they came here for. That was what truly mattered.

Hinata slurped and slobbered and sucked her way to making him deposit his load directly down her throat. She took it in stride, holding firm while the Raikage dumped a load down her throat and the surging, shuddering bliss sent her into a spiral of utter chaos. The frenzied need to give in and lose herself was now too much to fathom, an uncontrollable rush of pleasures all forcing Hinata to feel just how deep she had to be willing to go for the sake of Konoha, a confident rush of certainty washing slowly over her in the process. She was committed, she was ready, and as her mouth effortlessly conducted flawless diplomacy, Hinata felt pride in its purest form.

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"I love your cock," Samui gasped, her voice shuddering in expressions of a heat that felt far removed from the usually composed nature that she usually showed off, her body heaving about in completely hopeless gestures, bouncing atop his lap reverse cowgirl style, and letting her ample tits fly around freely with each gesture. "I love everything about this. Please, keep fucking me!" She was gone, a done-for mess completely consumed by a lust for Jiraiya's cock, fallen to the seal and to animal lusts that felt absolutely unbelievable. With each passing second and each throb of fascinated bliss, she was giving in deeper, finding herself in a position of absolute lust and fever, and she wanted only to keep sliding into it.

Relaxed back, Jiraiya watched her ass bounce in his lap. Occasionally he reached forward to smack it or to grope her chest, indulging deeper in the maniacal joys and pleasures of completely using this body now fully at his disposal. All Jiraiya had to do was accept it, let the pleasures build, and as she worked quicker atop his cock, he felt the reckless joy push him harder, kept him aching under the urgent joys that it granted. "You're clearly working too hard," he grunted, feeling the unbelievable clench of a pussy around his cock that was in no way prepared to handle his dick. It only made him feel hungrier and greedier, made him want more of these joys. "Got to work on loosening you up."

Samui wore a lurid expression, her head rolling back and her tongue hanging out of her mouth as she slammed down onto his cock. She couldn't handle how good this felt, the utterly compromising spectacle of breaking down for all of this becoming a rush of satisfaction and heat too wicked to possibly fight now. She was stuck here, wishing she knew how to deal with these grandiose fascinations but finding herself completely stripped of reason and control. She just kept riding, struggling to deal with the bold thrills urging her ever deeper. An unfocused mess of pure fascination continued to wear at what was hitting her.

This was beyond sense, but the unreasonable heights of passion and ecstatic need that pushed Samui further all coalesced into a throbbing mess of delirium that she couldn't help but want to be consumed by. Louder and bolder and needier, she threw herself into the deep end, savouring the pleasure of giving up so completely, exploring her way into chaos and into a fascination she was utterly devoid of sense in the face of. The bucking of her hips and every throbbing mess of greed building inside of her begged only for relief, for the kind of searing release that made her feel good to understand, but which was happily pushing her to her limit.

Jiraiya kept thrusting from below, pursuing all the maddest of sensations in the name of getting what he craved out of this mess, deeper appreciations for the pleasures involved bringing him a distinct sense of completely ruinous joy. He felt the aching pressure urging him deeper, felt the dizzy thrill of giving harder in to all of this, and he didn't want it to slow down for even a moment. Reaching up and tugging her back against him, he went all out on fondling her tits, making Samui holler and heave and let out all manner of sounds that she didn't think waited inside of her until she was so vocally letting them all out to her absolute unraveling, but she had never felt happier to be in a position of such absolute destruction now, fumbling her into chaos and accepting that there was simply no other way forward for her now.

With a hard slam and a grunt, Jiraiya came inside her, and the sensation of beign creampied made the straight-laced Samui compeltely unravel, joy searing across her and a sense of completely flattening ecstasy forcing her to confront the idea that this really was exactly what she wanted.

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"I'm glad you like them! These breasts are made to satisfy men like you." Hinata bounced greedily up and down atop A's lap, her huge tits bouncing right into his face as he pushed himself up to grab and squeeze and suck greedily on both of her perky, hardened nipples. The snugness of her tight, desperate pussy squeezed around his cock, and with every roll of her hips, Hinata expressed hastier, more desperate pushes into ruin. She was a lot better now at the insanity of throwing herself into the deep end and trying to make the most of this mess; night-long fuck binges with Jiraiya had prepared her now for this.

For A, though, it was decadence and satisfaction to a degree he wanted more and more of. He couldn't get enough of the large breasts bouncing in his face, any guilt over accepting sex as a bargaining chip melting away under the shaky satisfaction of just how nice it felt to give in to this. He couldn't pretend to care about anything else now; this was all just too good, too satisfying and enticing for him to be able to hold it back a moment longer. He had needs. Direct, shameless, intense needs that made him feel so many things at once. He couldn't handle how badly he wanted to throw himself into this, the throbbing burn of pleasure making him crave whatever he could get, making his body shudder and buck in complete surrender.

To suck on her nipples and draw out greater noise and fascination was everything now to him. A raced toward orgasm with dutiful fascination and a purposeful pleasure that had him hanging on every second of this. It felt incredible, a depth of ecstasy pulling him to appreciate more and more of the dramatic thrills he sought, keeping up the pace of a pleasure and a fire too bold to resist. He bucked up into Hinata, amazed by the luxurious body atop his, by the eagerness with which she used her body to perform for her village. It was a noble end, but he was hardly noble in his deep indulgence of her, grabbing and groping at her with little sense of control or restraint, simply pursuing the mad delight of giving in to all of this and finding himself feeling better and better by the second over the thrills and depravities he could continue chasing. It was all he wanted, and he couldn't pretend to contain the sweet thrills of pushing on harder, letting himself go and finding pleasure with each motion forward. As long as he could give in to all of this.

Squeaking and moaning and gasping her way through complete insanity, Hinata kept giving in, pursuing only the madness of letting herself surrender, finding that it all built up to a better, more dramatic flare of want with each passing second. As long as she could keep throwing herself into the deep end, she was where she wanted to be, getting noisier and hotter and feeling the mad fascination of relentless pleasure ripping through her harder, making her not want to even contain herself in the face of such fascinations and mad delights. It was just what she craved, a pleasure that tore through her harder and wore at her patience until she was simply too far gone to process rationality a moment longer.

With desperate slams of her hips and an eruption of pure noise from her lips, Hinata threw her head back, shoving her tits harder into A's face as she came, begging, "Finish inside and promise you'll accept our deal!" as she lost herself. The pleasure was phenomenal, a mess of satisfactions and desires to give in to harder, burning up with less and less in the way of restraint. A couldn't hold it back, his groans muffled by her chest as he unraveled, slamming up into her and firing off a raw, unprotected load right into Hinata's twat, filling her with his load and sending her into shrieking, spectacular overdrive, unable to deal with the pleasures it offered and unwilling to do a damn thing but give in completely.

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When they reconvened, the Raikage was significantly more amenable to the trade agreement. Samui asked that she be allowed to accompany Jiraiya and Hinata to their next target, Kirigakure, to alleviate some of the pressures on the Raikage and his own busy schedule. She asked while Jiraiya's cum leaked out of her holes.

Not that A thought anything of it, satisfied with what Hinata had done and accepting anything, in as good and affable a mood as ever now. he agreed to let one of his ninja leave with Jiraiya for a time and serve their village's interests elsewhere, and the accord was set in stone, a plan that could not have gone more perfectly for Jiraiya.

Who now got to lean back in the room of Samui's home instead of a hotel, relaxed in her bed while he watched his two buxom seal-held sluts slobbering all over his cock. Their mouths worked in reckless service of his dick, moaning out sweet praises while writhing against one another, hands occasionally drifting to caress the other's body. All Jiraiya had to do was lie back and enjoy the senseless, shameless attentions washing over him, the relentless praise of women who were completely hooked on everything about giving him what he wanted. It was the pleasure he needed most, the satisfaction that he was due.

But even now, with two girls to share his dick, Jiraiya's mind drifted elsewhere. His plan was all as it should have been, both these buxom beauties there for him to fuck whenever he wanted, utterly under his control. But it wasn't enough. Soon, they would be in Kirigakure, and the mist village had another legendarily gorgeous woman of wonderfully buxom endowment waiting for him. How could he possibly pass up the scheming chance to get the Mizukage under his control next?