Naruto: The Prince of Lust

Kurenai can't comment in any way about them or the situationpreferring instead to avoid more heartacheas she throws back both shots in quick succession, and simply asks Genma, "can you cover this. I'll pay you back," she adds as she leaves the bar.

She takes no more than four steps outside when Asuma and princess Tomoko in fine, yet civilian clothes, are walking towards her.

Kurenai freezes and is about to at least wish them good night, but Asuma, escorting the princess, walks around her with a simple, "Yhi-san," before clearly ignoring her very presence.

Kurenai could have stood there all night trying to understand what exactly happened. She could have replayed that series of motions over and over in her mind and never understand it. She could have run inside and demanded an explanation but she already knows.

She already knows because this was exactly what he warned her about; why he, as the son of the Hokage stayed an arm's length away from anyone. It didn't stop the tremendous hurt, but it did provide some heart-weeping clarity.

Kurenai stopped at the convenience store for a bottle of sake on her way to Naruto'ssaving it for when she returned homebut Sunday night in Uzumaki's neighborhood, the locals weren't exactly shy about heavy forms of public displays of affection and half the bottle was already gone by the time she reached Uzumaki's ugly door.

He let her in and they take their usual seats at the dining table. She can tell he noticed how different she was speaking and acting but didn't comment otherwise.

After thirty minutes of horribly disjointed explanation, Naruto again asks, "ne, ne Kurenai-sensei, can't you please just show me what it looks like, so I know she felt good? You said it's harder for girls, right? So how would I know unless you show me!"

"Uuuzumaki-" she slurs.

"Please, please, please, just once," he begs her with prayer's hands. "Just this one time and I know I'll understand more if you do! Please!"

"I try ssso hard... for my v-village, my ssstudents..." she glumly says, disinterested and dejected with images of Asuma and his beautiful princess replaying in her mind as she mentally adds, 'why?'

"I'm your student," Naruto pleads, suddenly next to her, breaking through her fog of dismay. "I'll try hard for you!"

'Yhi-san,' she hears him echo in her mind.

'Why?' Her mind repeats in a tired defeated fashion. 'Why bother' and she mentally checks out. Kurenai slowly gets up and on uncoordinated legs walks to his bedroom, exciting him to no end.

Skipping happily, he eagerly follows her into his thankfully clean bedroom and commands the blond to, "ssshut off the lights. Leave the door open."

Slowly moving to the light switch, he comments, "I won't be able to see if I shut off the lights."

Her fingers fumble with the button of her white shorts as she responds, "thasss why I sssaid keep the door open. The light from the living room'll be enough." She'd prefer to remove as much of her sense of sight as possible.

Though the absurdity of this thoughtless decision hasn't sunk in as well as the sake has, she still feels some embarrassment for someone seeing her well-maintained nether regions.

She hasn't been with anyone in over a year and judging by Asuma's cold shoulder, it would appear her bed will remain devoid of love for the foreseeable future. Lying on the edge of Uzumaki's bed as she untangles her shorts from her feet, her uncoordinated weight nearly tilts her forward.

When she realizes Uzumaki is kneeling a few inches away from her knees, Kurenai easily observes his breathing has quickened and his eyes are laser focused.

"Uzumaki-kun, girlsss can easily become nervous if a boy ssstares too much," she slurs as she removes her black lace underwear, though her long toned legs remain closed.

"But I want to see," Naruto whined. It's been so long since Ino-chan, he's finding it incredibly difficult to control his excitement. "Since it's you training me, it's alright, right?"

"Training... " she slowly repeats. "... I..." With the constant image of a princess and son of the Hokage walking together in her mind, her arguments, her worries, her rationality, her soberness, her sense of caring, all fall silent and absent.

For this singular moment, nothing matters. Nothing. "...don't care."

Kurenai spreads her legs and allows Uzumaki full view of her vagina. "Thisss isss my pussy," she crudely says.

"It looks way better than the pictures," Naruto says inching closer and closer between her legs to take in as much of her pretty pink slit and clear white skin.

Kurenai barely registers his radiating warmth but can certainly feel his breath on her skin. Despite the close-up underage audience, Kurenai starts touching herself; using her middle and index to circle the petals of her pussy.

"I ssstart by ssstimulating my labia, or pussy lips," she explains to him what she's doing and why. She further explains, "it doesssn't have to be excessive clitoral stimulation" but her mind slips the longer she continues to play with herself.

Her juices are leaking down the underside of her spread legs and Kurenai falls back in the bed, eyes closed as one hand searches for much needed release while her other hand snakes to her aching breasts, massaging the hard nub of her nipples and the ample bosom of her chest.

She pulls and twists her hard nipple through her top, moaning, "Mnnn Aahhnn mmn, ysss" Kurenai forgets about a lot on her back and in the dark: Asuma, the princess, her deceased father, her precious ward, and her genin team, but most importantly, she forgets about Uzumaki.

"Mnnnn yesss so close so close haahnn hhnnn I'm- MMMMNNN."

Naruto is inches away from her soaked and digging digits when Kurenai groans a loud moan, plunging two fingers in her cunt while her thumb massages her erect clit.

Her pelvis bucks madly when she cums as concentrated pleasure shocks her quaking body, filling her with stress relieving bliss much like her moans and whimpers fill the dark room.

In her blissful ignorance, Kurenai didn't expect, at all, for Uzumaki to launch his head forward, tongue leading the charge as his mouth engulfs her twitching cunt, eagerly licking and swallowing as much of her pleasure juices as possible.

"AAHHNN!"

His unexpectedly rough tongue was a shocking reminder that she was not alone, but in her inebriated, pleasure-flooded mind, little thought was spent explaining the presence of an eager tongue in her weeping cunt. She just saw a black ceiling and felt pleasure coursing.

Pondering who simply didn't matter to Kurenai as the digging, muscular organ lapped up her expelling essence, its bumps scraping at her clit in the most delicious way while her only thoughts were on how much she missed this feeling.

He was eating her out for every ounce of nectar, like a man whose thirst is days old from an inordinately long drought. She grabs his blond silk mane and presses him further into her drenched crotch, crying out, "deeper!"