The Fall of the Akatsuki

After conquering Iwagakure, Miguel set off for his next destination, as there were no interesting kunoichi in that village.

The sky above Amegakure bled purple as Miguel stepped into the last puddle of rain. Pain's body lay shattered at his feet, the Six Paths reduced to flesh and bone scattered like broken puppets. Nagato, somewhere far away, no longer breathed.

Konan hovered in the air, her paper wings shimmering. Thousands of kunai-sharp leaves swirled around her, ready to be torn.

"You killed... them all," she whispered, her voice drier than the Suna desert.

Miguel snapped his fingers.

The first sound was that of paper being torn. Konan's wings dissolved into harmless petals, a rain of origami falling like dirty snow. She fell to her knees, her arms crossed over her chest—the only instinct she had left.

"They were nothing," Miguel replied, stepping on Pain's neck. His skull shattered like a ripe grape. "But you... you I want intact."

The second crack echoed like thunder. Konan's clothes turned to dust. Her pale body, once covered by a veil, now writhed under his gaze. The papers around her transformed into silk ribbons that wrapped around her wrists, pulling them back like a gift bow.

Konan tried to speak, but her mouth only emitted a groan as Miguel grabbed her blue hair, pulling her head back until her spine almost broke.

"Shhh..." he whispered, rubbing his already throbbing penis against her painted lips. "Let's see what a masterpiece you are inside."

When he penetrated her throat without warning, Konan gasped—but the ribbons held her still. Her violet eyes widened, tears streaming from the corners as her trachea molded to his outline.

"Like this…," Miguel growled, pumping in and out of her mouth with a brutal rhythm. "You like to gag for a cause, don't you? Now your cause is me."

The orgasm came like a stab. Konan felt the hot semen flooding her throat, swallowed reflexively—and then gagged again as he continued to penetrate her mercilessly.

When he finally released her, Konan collapsed, coughing up fluids. Her legs trembled, her vagina already wet without him having touched it.

"Stand up," Miguel ordered, pulling her by the hair again. "You have one last job to do."

He turned her onto her back, forcing her to bend over the corpses of her companions. The silk ribbons now wrapped around her thighs, keeping them open. His penis slid between her buttocks, brushing against her untouched anus.

Konan screamed as he penetrated her without warning, tearing her like a sealed envelope. Her nails scraped the floor, her fingers finding Yahiko's lifeless face beneath her.

"Look at him," Miguel hissed, gripping her hips and thrusting into her mercilessly. "Your leader. Your love. Now he's just a pillow for you to moan on while I fuck you."

Konan tried to close her eyes, but the tapes pulled at her eyelids, forcing her to stare at Yahiko as her body betrayed everything she believed in. When orgasm hit her, her screams echoed through the Hidden Rain Village, but no one came to her rescue.

No one ever would, but she was enjoying it.