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Naruto: The Prince of Lust

There are times when all it takes is the right voice to help you realize the greatness within to conquer the painful evil without. Uzumaki Naruto's voice of promise turns out to be his... from the future. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Warning: lemons, moral ambiguity, slow development, and harem.

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Chapter 150

Sakura faintly recalls the photos she's burned that show Naruto's penis may actually be the length of her face. Sakura never got a better look than what Ino showed her and she burned all the ones she earned immediately without looking, but she's fairly certain he's not actually small. 'Or it was just the perspective! She took the photo at an angle that made it look bigger than it actually is.'

In her white and pink bra and panties, Sakura walks out of the bathroom to find Naruto, naked but for his boxers, walking up to her. 'Uwwha we're both naked," she nervously thinks and voices at the same time.

Naruto actually chuckles as he walks up to her and takes her hand. "Nervous?"

Swallowing after taking a deep breath, she answers, "no," as she allows him to lead her toward the bed.

Naruto yet again, offers, "the second you want to stop, no matter what, we will."

"I won't, Naruto," she resides herself. Sakura's prepared. Though she won't be as pure for Sasuke-kun as she would like, at least she'll be with him.

"I was thinking," Naruto begins to express. "The least I can do is make sure your first time is really good."

Sakura chuckles softly before saying, "thanks, but that's not necessary. This is about you."

Dubiously, Naruto points out, "if this is really about me, then making you feel great is necessary." Again, they're both reminded that this isn't how it's supposed to be and Naruto tells her, "lay down, please."

Green eyes widen soberly at the worn bed next to them as her heart hammers painfully in her chest and her nerves force Sakura to ask, "why," simply to think about anything other than the fact she was going to have sex with Uzumaki Naruto.

Sitting her on the sheeted mattress, Naruto escorts her placement on the bed with his gentle hand as he answers, "this isn't going to feel great if we're both tense and uncomfortable, so I want to give you a massage. On your stomach."

Sakura nervously shuffles until she's lying face down on the mattress. Despite all the times she's seen Ino henge'd as Naruto on top of her, kissing her, licking her, this wasn't some minor genjutsu. This was the real deal and Sakura can only just manage not getting up and running away. 'At least I won't have to see anything,' her mind desperately grasps at; though she can still hear him.

Naruto starts, and at his first touch, Sakura automatically tenses, yet, he doesn't remove his hand. Instead, the entirety of his palm lightly runs up and down her spine and body of strong muscle surrounding it, pressing and rotating his thumbs into her shoulder blades and connecting shoulders, rubbing her trapezius muscles, stroking her neck and just below her cranium, before kneading her and forearms. The resulting blood flow felt better than she had anticipated and she had no complaints when his warm and strong hands traversed her bottom half, massaging just as thoroughly the ball, arch, and heel of her feet, the full length of her Achilles tendon, her calves, the back of her knees, her warming hamstrings, and to her great surprise, her buttocks.

Naruto spent more time on her round rear than any other muscle group and to her unexpected surprise, her body feels joy at his ministrations. The pleasant kneading and rubbing of her round cheeks somehow made her slippery sphincter itch and pulse. Sakura is confused by the tickling sensation a few inches deep into her rectum and attributed the grating feeling to the lubricant he gave her.

In the forty-minute deep-tissue rubbing session, Sakura became accustomed to the idea of Naruto touching her and applying the perfect pressure to all her nervous and unduly strained muscles—of which there were many—manipulating them everywhere he caressed to soften and hum warmly.

'How does he know how to do that,' she weakly thinks as he slowly relieves all the stress in her body and improves blood circulation. Sakura sighed happily after he concluded with her backside, and didn't even mind when he unclasped her bra. What was therapeutic and warm slowly morphed to pleasurable and heat. The way he kneads and subdues her tight muscles felt unexpectedly like magic.

When Naruto gently turns Sakura around, she can see him start to work on her thighs, however, she hadn't expected him to start talking. "The first time I saw you," he starts. "I was nine and it was springtime. You know how everyone likes to go to that one park by Yoshino's to look at the pink trees?" Despite the question, he was in a trance as he kept up the pleasurable massage and slowly recounts his train of memory to a confused Sakura. "I was running around, looking at all the trees when I saw you, well, I saw your hair first. I was confused because I thought a bunch of petals fell on your head. I mean, how could anyone have hair so pretty?" Though he asked, Sakura's throat closed tight during his melancholy recollection.

"Anyway, you fell and skinned your knee, so your dad picked you up and put you on his shoulders while your mom looked you over. She had blond hair just like me. The way your parents cared for you… that amazed me to see, and I thought, 'I want that.' Then we were in the academy together, but you liked Sasuke and I felt like I had to fight for you if I wanted that feeling of family."

A mute Sakura wished she didn't have to see that clear ache on his face or the blank haze in his lost eyes as he gazes into the past of the seed of his love for her. 'Damn, you Ino!'

"I remember the first time you rejected me," Naruto's hollow voice continues. "I thought I was going to die," he chuckles as he describes going to the Hokage's office and laying down in the corner, weeping. "When I cried to Ji-chan about what happened, he said I shouldn't give up. That girls like someone who doesn't quit. He told me he never would've been lucky enough to marry the love of his life if he quit the first time she said no… a Hokage never quits, he said." Naruto mournfully states.

Before Sakura can ask him to stop hurting her resolve, he adds, "I'm going to massage your breasts now." Sakura wasn't aware of how relaxed she was until his destination tenses her up again. When Naruto removes her unclasped bra, she looks away, blushing profusely. "You look beautiful," he confesses before moving past his own feelings to continue. "Maybe, Ji-chan was wrong. I didn't… I guess that's not the right way to love someone. Competing like that…"

Closing her eyes, she feels his warm hands massage her full pert breasts and to her surprise, it's as warm and nice as everything else he's done. No pulling or pinching like Ino likes to do, just interesting, pleasurable, and enticing rubbing. Sakura grows embarrassed when her nipples harden and her sex grows humid despite her partner, growing more sensitive and receptive to how his hot hands knead her graspable bosom.

Sakura is hyper-aware of his right hand slowly move down her toned abdomen to the apex of her legs and begins to rub her over her panties. Along with the pleasantness of his breast massage, his hands create a tingling current sparking up and down her legs and up her spine to the base of her skull. As he massages from one breast to the other, he's also rubbing up and down the sensitive petals of her leaking flower for many minutes, until she's breathing heavy and soaked through her thin garment. Sakura's pumping heart accelerates as her blood flows effortlessly to her dilating quim.

As unexpected as everything else he's done, Naruto begins playing with her nipples as his other hand slides underneath her flimsy panties. His thick fingers touch her directly and for some reason, Sakura's body doesn't hate it. 'Mnnn, Kami, I can hear it,' her rapidly hazing mind notes the squishing noise his fingers produce against her soaking sex. 'Why isn't he terrible,' Sakura's melting mind thinks to ask the moment before his fingers plunge inside her slick folds.

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