Naruto: Futanari System

A/N: Ngl this chapter is a banger. Cinema.

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Ryoku's grip released from the generous cheek of Chōjūrō's ass with a slow drag of his palm, the heated imprint of his fingers lingering behind. His hand found a new target—Chōjūrō's left nipple, concealed beneath his clothes. A rough pinch followed, tight and deliberate. The boy's breath hitched, body trembling against the onslaught, but any attempt at vocalizing his pleasure was consumed as Ryoku forced his tongue deeper into Chōjūrō's mouth, kissing with a hunger that bordered on feral.

Their mouths remained locked, breaths stolen and exchanged as Ryoku leaned further into the kiss. Every break between their lips was only to draw in enough air to survive before diving back in, his tongue pressing aggressively against Chōjūrō's. The area around the boy's lips glistened wetly from the prolonged exchange, spit smearing in glossy trails across his jaw and cheek. His left nipple now stood rigid under the constant attention, erect through the fabric, a tight bud of sensitivity under Ryoku's expert fingers.

From Ryoku's perspective, Chōjūrō radiated heat like a furnace. The boy's slender form was nearly steaming under his touch. But inside Chōjūrō, it was even worse—his skin prickled with each second, nerves firing wildly. His legs, once firmly rooted, began to falter beneath him. The pressure Ryoku applied to both his senses and body became too much.

"Ngghh..." Chōjūrō moaned into the kiss, the sound muffled, his voice strained and nearly lost.

Ryoku noticed, of course. He hadn't meant to push the boy that hard—but he couldn't deny his own growing need. The last thing he wanted was for Chōjūrō to collapse and rob him of those round, grippable cheeks. With a grunt of restraint, Ryoku released his hold on the boy's swollen nipple and slid both hands under his ass, scooping him up with ease.

Chōjūrō's ass was massive, but he was deceptively light, his frame built with lithe muscle and delicate bone. Ryoku found the combination exhilarating. He pulled the boy up until their faces were level again, Chōjūrō instinctively wrapping his long legs around Ryoku's waist, locking them together. His cock and balls pressed against Ryoku's abdomen—twitched under the mounting pressure, the thin barrier of clothing doing little to dull the sensation.

"Fuck..." Ryoku growled softly, pulling back just enough to look into Chōjūrō's flushed face. His breath caught in his throat—not from exertion, but awe. Up close like this, the boy's beauty was undeniable. Delicate, effeminate features. Those long lashes, elegant brows. Ryoku licked up the boy's cheek, tasting the sweat, the spit, the heat. "I want to just eat you up," he whispered against his skin.

The primal hunger surged again.

With one arm supporting Chōjūrō's body, Ryoku shifted his weight and reached down with his free hand. In one smooth motion, he tugged Chōjūrō's pants down and off, letting them fall around his ankles and then kick free. His hand returned, spitting a thick glob of saliva onto his fingers before wrapping that slick hand around to Chōjūrō's backside. The hand holding the boy up worked deftly to pull aside the cotton light blue panties, exposing the tight hole hidden beneath.

"Uhh!" Chōjūrō yelped at the sudden cold sensation of Ryoku's spit meeting his rim, flinching. But the reaction quickly softened as Ryoku massaged the area with two fingers, spreading the saliva with firm circles. He teased the entrance, watching it twitch and relax, letting it open slowly under the attention.

Without warning, Ryoku pressed one thick finger in.

"Oooh—!" Chōjūrō nearly cried out, but again Ryoku sealed their mouths together, swallowing the moan with a forceful kiss. The vibration of the boy's voice echoed within his mouth, delicious and intoxicating.

The fingering continued. Ryoku's finger worked in and out, twisting, stretching. With each movement, a wet squelch filled the quiet air, evidence of Chōjūrō's rapidly loosening hole. His body quivered with every pass, his thighs shaking, breaths coming out in helpless gasps. Ryoku crooked his finger slightly—and Chōjūrō's eyes rolled back, his whole body tensing as Ryoku struck his prostate dead-on.

"Ahhh~!" Chōjūrō's cock throbbed, a damp stain blooming across the front of his panties, soaking the fabric.

"You're such a naughty boy. I never knew a Kage's attendant would be this uncouth," Ryoku teased, his voice dripping with amusement and condescension. He pulled his finger out and abruptly cupped Chōjūrō's balls, squeezing gently but firmly.

"You're naughty, aren't you?" he repeated, raising a brow and awaiting confirmation.

Chōjūrō nodded, desperate, cheeks red, his eyes practically begging.

"Good boy," Ryoku smirked, carrying him over to the nearest tree. He pinned Chōjūrō's back against the trunk and lifted his lower body once more, now eye-level with the boy's strained erection still trapped under damp fabric.

Ryoku leaned in, baring his teeth. With slow, deliberate precision, he bit down on the edge of Chōjūrō's panties and dragged them aside. The tip of Chōjūrō's cock popped free—small, hard, and leaking.

"Mmmphh, I never knew there was so much to this.." Chōjūrō panted, eyes wide. "P-please... Please suck me..." he begged, voice trembling, desperation oozing from every pore.

Ryoku grinned. Compared to others he'd seen—especially Hiashi—Chōjūrō's cock was small. But that only made it more appealing. 'Hopefully Hinata isn't as hung as her mother... That'd be a real issue,' he mused. Still, looking back at the modest shaft before him, he couldn't help but admire the delicacy. 'Appreciate the little things, right?'

He wrapped his lips around the boy's cock, tongue swirling as he slowly took in the full length. At four inches, it barely required effort, but Ryoku took his time. His mouth moved rhythmically, up and down, his tongue tracing along the underside of the shaft, dancing circles around the tip.

Chōjūrō moaned uncontrollably, arms flung behind him as he clung to the rough bark of the tree. He bucked helplessly into Ryoku's mouth, guided by pure need. Ryoku obliged, even sticking his tongue out to play with Chōjūrō's balls as he sucked.

"Mmm, this is so gooooddd!!" Chōjūrō cried, his whole body twitching. "I-I'm—!"

A thick stream of cum burst from his tip, flooding Ryoku's mouth with warm fluid. Ryoku let it sit on his tongue, savoring the taste as it trickled down his cheeks and tongue, painting the insides of his mouth in white.

Chōjūrō whimpered, sensitive and trembling, body still twitching as the last spurts dribbled out.

Ryoku lowered Chōjūrō slowly, pinning him fully against the tree. He leaned in again, tongue extended, cum still pooled in his mouth.

Without hesitation, Chōjūrō sucked at Ryoku's tongue, swallowing his own release mixed with Ryoku's spit. Their kiss was deep and raw, tongues tangled in messy indulgence. Some of the fluid was swallowed by Ryoku; most went down Chōjūrō's throat.

Finally, arms wrapping around Ryoku's neck, Chōjūrō whispered, "That was great, Ryoku... I'd like to get to know you some more—"

But Ryoku was already moving.

He dropped Chōjūrō to the grass, flipping him over, ass up.

"You've had your fun," Ryoku said, voice low, thick with lust. "Now it's my turn. Lesson #2: Doggy."

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