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Damn him. Anko’s face hit her bed’s pillow, letting the freshness of the untouched cotton cool her hot head down. Frustration was bubbling in the pits of her stomach, making her fingers tighten against her sheets with a burning need to vent everything out.
She’d had her run-in with Orochimaru today during the Chūnin exams, hunting him down after following the tug of her curse mark like a red string of fate. They were always connected, ever since he had sunk his fangs into her shoulder ten years ago, but she hadn’t seen him since. Not until today.
Conflicting feelings played tug-of-war in her chest. On one side was the utterly embarrassed shame she had felt at nearly committing suicide with a clone, the helplessness of each move she had made against him, and how inferior he had made her feel in the light of his new pet. On the other side…
When he’d pulled the fake mask away and revealed himself to her, she had felt her breath catch in her throat, and her heartbeat quicken in her chest. The thumping in her ears had drowned out everything else and threatened to deafen her, whilst memories of her childhood with him had resurfaced like a drowning animal, clawing desperately for her attention. She hadn’t been able to look away from his marble-sculpted face framed in inky-black hair, and the piercing gold eyes amidst it all. She hadn’t wanted to.
When he’d touched her face and stroked her cheek, shocking her senses awake, she had felt like she was going to explode. The heat that had burned in her body wasn’t replicable by anyone else, and the intense feeling of loss and nostalgia had eaten her alive.
It had been over so quickly.
Anko rolled over in her bed, looking up at her ceiling from atop her bed sheets. Even now as she reflected on the encounter she felt that burn again, slow and aching in-between her legs. She rubbed her thighs together, willing it to go away, but the recency of her meeting made her old sensei’s face stick out starkly in her mind and she couldn’t shake it off.
Her fingers twitched over the plain blue shorts she wore as her night clothes, matching a similar plain shirt on top. This was so… wrong, she told herself, struggling with the two parts of her mind. Biting her lip, she reasoned that she had gotten off to worse things in the past, and if she didn’t do this then she just wouldn’t be able to sleep. “God, I hate you,” she growled to nobody, picturing Orochimaru’s face in her mind again as she stuck her hand down her shorts.
Fingers trailed through unkempt pubic hair towards the hood of her clit and over it. Her unwanted thoughts had already begun to make her wet, so two fingers made light work of running across her pussy and picking up the fluid there, smearing it across the rest of her slit to lube herself up. She repeated the motion a few times, then pushed down slightly to circle the rim of her opening with her middle finger.
Lust settled like a fog over Anko’s mind, wrapping around her imagination and coercing it towards more debauched thoughts. She closed her eyes and dreamed up her sensei’s body and what she thought he might look like naked; in all their time together she had never actually seen him nude, but her adoration for him had definitely drawn a few daydreams in that direction in the past. She could imagine his sleek form with well-toned muscles, and the cock that hung between his legs that matched his pale white skin. In her mind he was hard and she was on her knees, his hand on the back of her head as he forced her to take him in her mouth.
Anko’s free hand reached up to touch her own cheek, using the feeling to remind her body of how it had reacted when Orochimaru had touched her earlier that day. Simultaneously she pushed one finger into her pussy, then a second, playing mostly around the edge of her entrance at first. She hummed lightly, indulging her fantasy and pushing deeper up to the first joint of her finger. Inside her was warm, her fingers cushioned by slick walls that pressed in and twitched with her arousal.
Ignoring her clit for now, Anko focused on the stimulation that came from penetration, feeling herself as she played out the reels in her imagination of Orochimaru completely dominating her. He was rough, putting her in her place, and she loved it. To the world she was sharp and edgy, the utterly confident kunoichi who didn’t take any shit. Privately, the idea of having the tables flipped on her turned her on much more than anything else, but she wouldn’t just submit to anyone; it took a special man to get her to be that vulnerable, and she admitted that the Sannin was number one for her on that list. Maybe he was the only one.
She moved her free hand from her cheek to the bottom of her shirt, pushing up the hem to grab her left breast. She imagined Orochimaru flipping her over and taking her from behind, grabbing her chest roughly, and tried to mimic that. She pinched her nipple sharply, handling her breast with more force than usual whilst she picked up speed below, fingering herself harder.
“Orochimaru,” she gasped lightly.
“Thinking of me?”
Anko’s eyes shot open in fear. Her fantasies, materialising in real life, turned to nightmares, as she beheld the lithe form of her old sensei standing at her bedroom door. He leaned against the frame, watching her with predatory eyes as she immediately pulled her hands off of herself, yanking her shirt down to cover her skin. Drilled instincts made her reach for her bedside table, grabbing the kunai there and throwing it instantly at Orochimaru.
He caught it again, just like before.
“When will you learn that everything you do is futile against me?” he taunted her playfully, swinging the kunai around his finger before dropping it to the ground, burying the tip in the floorboards.
“Why are you in my apartment?” Anko demanded, her voice shaking and betraying her lack of confidence, not containing her usual grit. She pushed herself back against the headboard of her bed, eyes locked onto him, wary of his every move. Her breathing was mildly laboured, the unfinished business between her legs causing her some amount of discomfort.
“I thought I’d come and catch up with you in a more… amicable setting.” He smirked knowingly, eyes raking her over from top to bottom. She shivered in response, embarrassment gripping her as she realised he had just been watching her.
“What do you want?” she murmured, cheeks flushing red. The more she looked into his face, the more her brain tried to push the images she had conjured of him earlier back to the forefront. She burned with desire and shame, and her eye contact became harder to maintain.
“I want you to continue,” Orochimaru said with a hungry smile. He pushed himself off of the door frame now, revealing one of Anko’s wooden chairs behind him. He grabbed it with one hand, dragging it into her bedroom and placing it in front of her bed, creating a one-man audience for the show where she was the main act. Without her consent to his actions he sat down, leaning back in the chair and steepling his hands beneath his chin. His head was lightly tipped back, looking down upon her shocked face with superiority.
Anko gaped at the Sannin, in disbelief over his words. “Continue?” she asked dumbly, checking for a misunderstanding.
“I thought I might make reparations for earlier by providing you with some inspiration, to make your imaginations easier,” he said, emphasising his statement by licking his lips, extending the appendage just a little longer than it needed to be in the way he liked to do. Anko was taken completely off guard, her usual rough defiance lost to confusion in this bizarre interaction.
“How did you even…?”
“Oh Anko, my chakra runs through you through the seal, so I know what you’re doing, when your feelings spike, when you’re close to the edge.” He regarded her again, the way she stared at him with wide eyes, her body going slack with defeat of just how much he held over her. Then he narrowed his eyes smugly. “Now, strip.”
Anko melted. Her breath shuddered, and she covered her mouth with her hand, gripping her cheeks as lust raged in her stomach. She couldn’t control her body, shutting her eyes as she felt the fluid of her arousal leak down her thigh. He sounded so demanding, it was infuriatingly hot. Fuck, it was so hard to make good decisions when she was this painfully horny. She wanted this, she knew that much, and in the heat of the moment she could let go of her shame. Just this once, she told herself.
Anko crossed her arms over to grab the bottom of her pyjama shirt, then pulled it up over her head. The fabric bunched under her breasts and was then forced over, making them bounce for her spectator, nipples hardening against the cool air. When she finished tugging the shirt off, she tossed it to the floor beside her bed.
“Good girl,” she heard her old sensei purr, making her blush deepen. Part of being a kunoichi was knowing how to use your body to get what you want, and that gave her a level of false bravado and experience to work with now in front of him.
Orochimaru watched Anko take a deep breath, and noted the way that her actions suddenly seemed calmer. From where she had been nervously avoiding his gaze, she now fixed him with a determined, wanton stare. He watched her leave the corner of her bed she’d backed herself into prior and spread herself more luxuriously across the bed sheets, biting her lip as she hooked her fingers around the waistband of her shorts and began to shimmy them down over her hips. Amused, he realised with a sly smile that she was attempting to seduce him.
His eyes flashed with danger as she twisted her hips whilst she worked, giving him a view of her ass. Orochimaru understood, as all men did, that controlling an erection was nigh impossible. What he could control, however, was his proclivities towards indulging the urges of his body, and through many years of training as a shinobi he had refined that down to an art. He was never a slave to his impulses, but he liked watching Anko become a slave to hers.
So, as she slowly raised one leg into the air, toes pointed like a dancer, and pulled her shorts off it, running her hands up the length of her leg erotically as she did, Orochimaru became hard. But he kept his full composure, giving away nothing to the woman at his whim. He let Anko entertain him, watching her shift her body over with grace and do the same with her other leg until her shorts were freed and thrown to the floor to meet her shirt.
Orochimaru’s grin grew on his face as Anko crossed her legs in front of him to hide her crown prize, propping herself up via her elbows and looking at him with sultry expectantly. She had certainly grown up well. He had had no interest in her like that when they had been student and teacher, but the last time he’d seen her had been when she was a short, shrimpy kid. Comparing that to now, he could see the brawn that meshed with the curves on her; the undercurrent of strength that any shinobi could appreciate on a beautiful woman. He could imagine the pleasure anyone could derive from sinking their fingers and teeth into her. It was a wild transformation. She was attractive, and she knew it.
“Spread your legs,” he commanded, leaning forwards slightly to give her his interest. His fingers interlocked, forming a platform for his chin to rest on as he drank her in. There was a moment of hesitation, but then she pulled her leg from on top of the other and began to part them, knees up. Her cunt, dripping wet, was exposed to him, and he could see the rewards of her previous exploits already setting her up for him now.
Anko saw the way Orochimaru’s eyes roved over the shape of her legs to her folds in between, and found confidence in the idea that he liked what he saw. She wasn’t one to care too much about presentation, letting the hair down below exist freely—it was healthier after all—and that didn’t seem to deter her visitor from enjoying the view either. She ran her hand down her stomach and used two fingers to part the hair around her pussy to make it more visible to him. She teased him by running her fingers through the slick there, ignoring how it had already dripped down onto her sheets and left dark, territorial marks.
“And now?” she asked coyly, playing her fingers around herself but never going too far, never doing anything without his permission. She wanted so badly to touch herself further, her hips twitching a little in heated anticipation.
Orochimaru tutted, voice taking on a stern tone. “Tonight, you will address me as your master. If you lend me any disrespect, or fight my instructions, I will activate your cursed seal and leave you to suffer alone. Am I understood?” Anko breathed heavily, eyes half shut as she felt the waves of her want crash through her. There wasn’t a single cell left in her body that wanted to disobey him. She just craved the high, and for him to help her get there.
“Yes, master,” she husked.
“Good. Now, fuck yourself for me,” he ordered.
Finally. Anko’s fingers were sufficiently wet, so she instantly slid her middle and index fingers to her entrance and penetrated herself again, pushing in right up to the knuckle this time, wanting to feel as much as possible. She groaned, curling them to try and reach for as much as she could, clenching her pussy on top of that. Then she pulled them back, and pushed in again, fingering herself with a steady tempo.
God she was so wet, and for a moment she hit an angle that caused the fluids to squelch inside of her with each thrust, before changing it up again and trying something else. One of her legs came to rest sideways on the covers whilst her other knee stayed up, making it easier to touch herself. She was ignoring her clit on purpose to prolong the act, but sometimes her lust overtook her brain and she would brush the bud with her thumb, causing her to moan a little harder and grind her hips into her own hand, working for more stimulation.
“I wonder what it was you were dreaming about before I arrived,” Orochimaru said aloud, breaking his silence. “What are the deepest, darkest desires of my dear Anko that she could have been thinking about, mm?”
Anko didn’t say anything, urging him to continue with her eyes whilst she kept her fingers pumping in and out of her pussy, rotating between thrusts, curves, and circling motions that pushed how far the walls inside would give.
“Seeing how easily you melt in my presence, your natural place can only be on your knees before me. I’m sure you wish I would get up from this chair right now and pin you down by your throat, to fuck you senseless and teach you a lesson,” he hissed.
“I- I want that more than anything,” Anko panted, unable to resist holding back her other hand anymore. She adjusted her position on the bed to be able to continue touching herself, then added two fingers onto her clit from her free hand, rubbing the nub there and moaning lewdly at how fucking good it felt to please both parts of her cunt at once.
“Your place isn’t here in the Leaf Village, Anko, it’s by my side back in Sound as my fuck toy. You’d like that, wouldn’t you, to be kept on a leash ready at my beck and call? After all, you were already practically my pet back when you were my student, always ready to bend to whatever I wanted. Your subservient nature doesn’t change, and it never will.”
Through the haze of lust, Anko put a little consideration on the idea. Vulnerabilities out in the open, she had been at her happiest when she’d studied under Orochimaru, with him as an idol and target of her adoration and passion. She had let him down as a shinobi, but she knew she could please him as a fuck toy. She knew what a man like him wanted, and the idea of living that sort of lifestyle aroused her in an embarrassing way. The realistic part of her brain knew it was an impossibility, but whilst she laid on her bed fucking herself in front of her former teacher, she allowed herself to indulge in the fantasy.
“I would do whatever I needed for you, to please you again, master,” she gasped, stroking herself in just the right way that drew out a wave of pleasure that pushed her closer towards orgasm with another throaty moan. She rubbed herself more the same way, and could feel herself reaching her limit. Her breaths came out more ragged and uneven, punctuated by small sounds catching in the air.
As her emotions swelled with lust, she stuttered out feelings that should probably have been kept locked away, “God I, I fucking miss you, I miss seeing you every day. Fuck, I wish so badly you still wanted me. More than anything. Please, I just want to make it up to you, Orochimaru,” Anko squeezed her eyes shut as she came so close to coming. She felt the heat inside of her that pooled in her stomach and wrapped tightly around her fingers. Just one more push.
“Stop.”
A light gasp left her lips as she forced herself to come to a halt, fingers hanging limply from her pussy whilst the ones on her clit fell to her side. She’d been at the crest of the hill, ready to jump off the other side, and now she slid back down towards the bottom, her feelings mellowing out with each ticking second that passed. Her eyes opened again and she looked at the Sannin, pleading with him. He was leaning back in his chair again, legs spread comfortably apart as he enjoyed the show.
“Take those pretty fingers of yours and open your mouth,” Orochimaru said with a smirk, knowing the pleasure he had denied her. He felt it in her seal and how it reacted to her body; he could always control her this way. When Anko obliged him, he continued, “Push those fingers down your throat and taste yourself, Anko.”
“Yes, master,” she whispered. Anko raised her fingers up in front of her, seeing the milky fluid that coated them, some parts thicker than others. Spreading her fingers, she watched it stretch with them, hanging in thinner trails between her digits. Oddly, this was something she hadn’t tried before, but she wasn’t going to hesitate now, and took her fingers into her mouth.
Her first reaction was that the texture was more noticeable than the taste, with it being dense enough that made it hard to clean off in only one lick. Then, the salty flavour made itself known to her, and her primary thought was that she liked tasting what Orochimaru had done to her. There was more than enough of her slick on her to make a show of the act after that, sucking her finger and then dragging it upwards, leaving a trail of her arousal stretching from her finger to her mouth. Then she came back down, pushing both index and middle fingers deep into her mouth until she nearly gagged, sucking and licking them indecently until they were clean, swallowing everything. She played a symphony of wet, crude sounds with her tongue against skin as she worked, all to please her audience.
After she was done, Anko removed her fingers from her mouth with one final, slow, tantalising swipe of her tongue, and settled her hands back by her side. She spread her legs a little wider, hinting at what she wanted now for her reward.
“That’s a good girl,” Orochimaru hummed, “so obedient, this really is a better calling for you, isn’t it? Maybe there is room for you by my side again.” She couldn’t help the way her heart lurched. “You can put your hand back now, touch yourself again,” he commanded.
Anko moved her hand back down with unveiled desperation, mixing spit with arousal as she pressed back into her cunt with two fingers. With how wet everything was, the friction was lacking, so she wasted no time in moving to rub her clit again with her free hand. Her motions became frantic as she didn’t want to hold off any longer. She needed to come. She was rougher than usual, creating hot sensations under her fingertips that spread through her body like wildfire. She took herself from zero to ninety-nine in record time.
“Fuck,” Anko grunted, so close again. Her only hesitation came when she suddenly noticed Orochimaru standing up from his chair. He stepped forwards to the edge of her bed, towering above her with a stretched smile that hollered triumph on his face, beholding the final act.
“What do you want?” he prompted her.
“You’re really gonna-” Anko realised mid-sentence that she didn’t want to put in the effort to be snarky right now. Instead she whined. “I want to cum,” she pleaded, slowing down the speed that she was fucking herself at to avoid coming early. She was dancing on a dangerous edge, panting amongst vulgar sounds and intoxicated by desire, every feeling pushed to the maximum in the presence of the Sannin.
“Hmm?” Orochimaru raised an eyebrow at her, waiting.
“I, fuck,” she realised her mistake, “I want to cum, master. Please let me cum, I want it so fucking badly,” Anko begged, flushed with anticipation.
“What would you do for it?”
“Anything,” she rasped.
“I want you, Anko,” he hissed.
“I’m already yours-!”
He had always held her in his hands. She couldn’t deny him any longer.
“Then cum.”
At his command, Anko sped up her pace again with feral vigour, working herself to the brink and moaning raggedly as breathing became harder. Every spark of arousal built in a crescendo, rising and rising, swallowing her whole as she imagined the man above her and the things he could do to her. She fantasised herself with her face pushed into the ground as he took her from behind, feeling his cock pound her pussy harder than what she was doing with her fingers right now. Her lust burned and she rode that feeling for as long as she could until she couldn’t handle it anymore.
She looked directly into Orochimaru’s eyes as she finally let it burst, and the high flooded her body all at once. Holy shit.
A guttural moan escaped Anko’s throat, her legs shuddering into the sheets below them as she barely contained herself. Anko’s free hand gripped the bed sheets to steady herself, whilst her walls clenched hard around the fingers inside her cunt, throbbing with her orgasm. Each second felt like it lasted forever; never in her life had she came as hard as this, pleasure rolling over her like waves. It was only made more intense by the connection between herself and the snake that watched her, and how much she enjoyed the way his eyes crawled over her naked body like a predator ready to devour its prey.
She wished she could stay in this moment forever.
Eventually her high began to fade and she worked past her climax, ministrations slowing down around the feeling of her insides pulsating, and her moans transformed into a whimper as it soon became impossible to continue.
Anko leaned back and shut her eyes, spent from the long session, fingers still buried motionlessly inside of herself as she controlled her breathing. The fluids she’d amassed on her hands had been smeared around her pussy and ass, and now with her orgasm her cum started to leak out and roll down her skin.
Neither of the pair said anything for a moment, the only sound between them being Anko’s panting that grew quieter with each second. After some time her eyes wearily opened again. Post-orgasm, she felt the crushing weight of what she’d done bear down upon her now that her arousal no longer controlled her; embarrassment burned her cheeks at the recognition of all the shameless things she’d said.
“Now now,” Orochimaru chided, seeing the way her eyes wavered slightly as she looked at him. “I won’t allow you to go back on your words.”
“You know I can’t do what I said,” Anko sighed. She wasn’t some kid anymore, she had her duties here, not that she imagined he would care about that.
“You can do anything you want if you desire it enough.”
She rolled her eyes. It always impressed Anko how smooth Orochimaru managed to sound, like the finest luxury silk, whilst still maintaining a threat of danger and power. It was something she liked to be around, keeping her on her toes, and his dominating aura was what kept her attracted to him like a magnet. He was arrogant though, maybe too much, and she imagined that whatever grand plan he had come to Konoha to enact would not go down as easily as he thought it would.
Anko shuffled on the bed to sit up further, pulling her fingers out from herself now that her walls had stopped twitching. She wiped her fingers on her bed sheets, trying to clean them of the sticky fluid that clung there. “You left me, remember? You don’t get to just come back here and try to take me away ten years later. I have a life here, friends, things I built after you disappeared.”
Orochimaru didn’t like that, a scowl crossing his visage. She knew how much he liked to be in control, so her stubbornness could easily become an irritation that she had to be careful about. Despite their relationship and what had transpired tonight, he could still easily kill her if he wanted to.
“And none of it will ever bring you the satisfaction that I can.” From the end of her bed, Orochimaru raised one foot to step atop her covers, leaning his weight on it and gesturing outwards with his hands as he spoke. His presence seemed darker all of a sudden.
“Maybe so,” Anko replied, not bowing beneath his forward approach.
“You came undone with just my voice, think about what would happen beneath my touch,” he hissed, possessive seduction dripping off each word. Anko shuddered, feeling her arousal creep in again now that she’d recovered from her first round. The way he spoke enraptured her, and she noticed the way his fingers flexed as he spoke. He wanted her.
Anko breathed in a sharp whistle of air, keeping her eyes locked onto the Sannin. During her show she’d confronted the idea briefly, but she had repressed a great deal of bitterness at her abandonment all those years ago, and struggled with the forbidden notion that she regretted disappointing him and secretly wished to be reunited again. It wasn’t something that was reasonably feasible, so it had remained a nostalgic fantasy, but life had a funny way of messing with her it seemed.
She looked properly at him now. She loved the angles of his face, and the knowledge and passion that gleamed in his eyes. She loved the purple markings that curved down and framed his nose, and his soft, long hair that flowed around him like water. She loved his odd, alabaster skin that always made him look like he was glowing, and she loved his persistent personality that always made him strive for his goals. He was beautiful and dominating and she couldn’t get enough of him, and when his attention was turned on her she felt herself crumble.
Her breath caught in her throat when he was suddenly upon her, crouched over her body and pushing her back down into her covers. His jet-black hair fell down like a curtain around her face, providing an even more private intimacy for the two of them. His fingers curved around her right thigh, alternating between stroking her skin and squeezing, sending fireworks through her body. Anko tossed her head to her left, looking away desperately from Orochimaru as she felt herself throb with want again, but he was having none of it.
Resting his weight on his knees, he gripped her by the chin and forced her to stare back into his eyes. He kept her there, entranced, as his other hand ran up her thigh towards her centre, coming close but never giving her what she wanted. His touch was feather-light and teasing, and it drove her insane.
“Come with me,” Orochimaru demanded, and Anko shivered, seeing everything she wanted in the promises in his eyes. She knew she couldn’t trust him, that this was a betrayal of her village and everything she had grown up to believe. But in the end he always managed to get to her, and she was his, from the branded mark on her shoulder, to the desires of her body, and in how her heart ached and longed to be by his side.
As her reply left her lips, the infamous Sannin’s mouth curled into a final victorious smirk, and he pressed forwards to give her a taste of what awaited her.