Deeper into the night, you cross a line

The sounds of Tsunade's moans and my grunts continued deeper into the night. I had her on her back, and she was grinning up at me.

She was on her back, her wrists held in my grip as I thrust into her.

"I can't believe a babe like you doesn't have a man," I panted, having adjusted to the pleasure enough to talk. "What's the deal? Nobody's man enough for you?"

The night was half over, and no other man or woman had shown up yet. I surmised that the Hokage probably slept alone. There were chances that her partner might be on missions often, but I was hoping the gorgeous older woman was single.

"You're not wrong," Tsunade moaned back, but her face was still flushed with lust as she clamped down on my rod with her cunt.

She said it so naturally, but I felt like digging further.

"Come on, it's normal for girls to tell me what I want to know once I've gotten my dick in them," I added, used to this process by now. This particular command was inspired by an ero novel I'd read, about the ninja who interrogated his prisoners using sex before ultimately converting the girls into loyal members of his harem. "It's normal for girls to feel comfortable enough and relieved of pressure when I fuck them- they become willing to talk about even their most guarded secrets."

"Mmm-hmm." Tsunade's pink tongue snuck out of her mouth and slid across her lips as she smiled softly at me.

"Spill it, Tsunade," I grunted. "Got a man?"

I found my grip on her wrists being broken with no effort, and then I felt my head being pulled forward and into Tsunade's breaats.

"You're awfully curious about this, stud," Tsunade's lazy voice sounds in my ear, and I feel a chill run down my spine.

"You fucking bet I am," I said despite being aware of how fragile my skull was in her grasp. I'd spat in her mouth, called her names and fucked her face already.

"I used to have a man," Tsunade sighed while running her heel down the small of my back. She pushed down with her foot and I was immediately rendered completely immobile. I relaxed my body in her soft, pillowy embrace, having grown comfortable with her incredible strength by now. "I had a lover back when I was younger. He dreamed of being Hokage, and we shared the goal of popularizing medical ninjutsu."

I feel Tsunade's hand gently caress the back of my neck as she continues somberly. Her other hand left my shoulder and began absentmindedly tracing the skin above her breasts.

"But the world was politically a very different place then," Tsunade continues. "All the villages had signed up for peace after the first one, but a lot of them weren't happy with the progression of their economies after a few decades passed. Some politicians thought their village deserved more while politicians in others started to get greedy. We started having small scale skirmishes with Ame, but then Iwa fully committed and before we knew it, Konoha had been sucked into another war.

"He lost his life fighting it," Tsunade added simply after a pause, and I was taken aback by the gradually increasing bleakness and resignation of her tone. "He died in my arms. I was too late to save him. I fixed his wound, but he'd already lost too much blood. I just haven't been able to love another man since."

I did feel a little bad about digging up such a story, but-

"I never got over it. I'm still not over it," Tsunade murmured. "Even to this day, the sight of blood takes me back to that moment... I wonder sometimes if it was the right decision to come back..."

-I was already trying to think of a way to get this over with.