Sakuras new fetish

"What's gotten into you, Sakura?" Ino Yamanaka asked, a hint of bewilderment in her voice.

Sakura Haruno looked up from her book, a blush creeping up her cheeks. "What do you mean?" she replied, feigning innocence.

Ino couldn't help but stare. Something about Sakura's demeanor had changed so dramatically, it was like looking at a stranger. Her eyes had a newfound glint, and she carried herself with a confidence that was both surprising and slightly intimidating. It was as if the once shy and reserved kunoichi had been replaced by a woman who knew exactly what she wanted, and wouldn't hesitate to take it.

The two friends had been sitting in the quiet solitude of the library, surrounded by ancient scrolls that whispered of techniques and jutsu long forgotten. The air had the scent of ink and parchment, a familiar and comforting aroma that had always been a staple of their late-night study sessions. But tonight, the atmosphere was charged with something else entirely—a raw, sexual tension that made Ino's skin tingle and her heart race.

Sakura's eyes flickered down to her hands, which were tightly clenched in her lap. She felt the urge to tell Ino about her newfound desires, about the way her body craved the feel of Naruto's hand buried deep inside her, stretching her to her limits and filling her with an unspeakable pleasure. But she knew it was too much, too soon. Instead, she took a deep breath and tried to refocus on the scrolls in front of her.

The silence stretched out between them, thick with unspoken words. Finally, Ino spoke again. "You've been...different, ever since last night," she said tentatively. "Is everything okay?"

Sakura's cheeks burned brighter. Last night, she had stumbled upon a part of herself she never knew existed. It had started innocently enough, with a gentle touch from Naruto's hand as they walked back to the village after a long mission. But that touch had ignited a fire within her that had only grown stronger with each passing hour. By the time they had reached the safety of the village, she had been a quivering mess of need, **** for more. And Naruto, ever the giving and loving partner, had been more than happy to oblige.

The first time he had fisted her, she had been shocked by the sheer size of his hand, and the way it filled her so completely. But the pain had quickly given way to an indescribable pleasure that had left her trembling and begging for more. And so it had continued, throughout the night and into the early hours of the morning, their love-making growing more intense and more depraved with each passing moment.

Now, she found herself craving that sensation, her thoughts consumed by the memory of his knuckles pushing against her walls, her body stretching to accommodate his relentless invasion. She knew it was wrong, knew that she should be focusing on her training and her duties as a shinobi, but she couldn't help it. The hunger was too strong, too all-consuming.

"I'm...I'm just tired," Sakura murmured, hoping to end the conversation before it went down a path she wasn't ready to explore.

Ino raised an eyebrow. "Tired?" she echoed. "You look more like you've just run a marathon."

Sakura's blush deepened, and she couldn't meet Ino's gaze. "I just had a...restless night," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

Ino studied her for a moment before nodding, seemingly satisfied with the answer. But Sakura could feel her friend's curiosity lingering in the air like a humid cloud. She knew Ino wouldn't let it go that easily, and she was right.

"Sakura," Ino began, leaning in closer, her voice low and conspiratorial, "I believe you" she said with a small kiss on the cheek with a smile.

Sakura's heart skipped a beat, her body responding to the warmth of Ino's touch. But she pushed the thought away, focusing instead on the friendship they had shared for so long. "Thanks," she mumbled, hoping to redirect the conversation.

But Ino's curiosity had been piqued, and she wasn't one to let things go unexplored. "You know," she said, her voice dropping to a whisper, "me and Lee have been trying new things in bed recently."

Sakura's eyes widened, her heart thudding in her chest. The mention of sex, even in the most casual of terms, was like throwing gasoline on the bonfire that was her libido. "Oh?" she managed to squeak out.

Ino nodded, her own cheeks a slightly darker shade of pink. "Yeah," she said, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. "Last week, he tried...stretching me with his fingers." She paused, her gaze flicking down to Sakura's lap before meeting her eyes again. "It was incredible."

Sakura's breath hitched, her pussy clenching involuntarily at the thought. "I-I see," she stammered, her voice betraying her arousal.

Ino leaned closer, her eyes glinting with mischief. "It's like...like nothing I've ever felt before," she continued, her voice dropping to a seductive murmur. "But I heard that some girls can take even more than that. Like...a whole fist."

Sakura's eyes went wide with both shock and excitement, her breath catching in her throat. She had never heard Ino speak so openly about such intimate matters, but she couldn't deny the thrill it sent through her body. She swallowed hard, her thoughts racing to the night she had shared with Naruto. "I-I can't imagine that," she lied, her voice barely a whisper.

Ino leaned in closer, her breath hot on Sakura's ear. "It's like...like being filled up completely, in a way that makes you feel so alive," she breathed. "It's intense, but oh-so-rewarding, I had squirted so much we had to get a spare mattress." She chuckled, "well I'll be off I got to close the flower shop tonight." She smiled at her friend before leaving the library.

The conversation with Ino left Sakura feeling both excited and conflicted. She had never felt so open about her sexual desires, but she couldn't shake the feeling that she was losing control. The thought of Ino exploring such depths with her own partner was strangely arousing, and it only served to fuel her cravings. Her eyes drifted to the clock, the hands seemingly moving in slow motion as the minutes ticked by. She needed to get out of here, to find some way to alleviate the pressure building inside of her.

Her thoughts turned to Naruto, her lover, and the way he had looked at her the night before like a piece of fuck meat— it excited her knowing Naruto would dominate her, fill her, and take her to places she never knew existed. Her pussy throbbed with the memory, and she realized she couldn't wait much longer. With a decisive nod to herself, she closed her book and stood up, her legs wobbly from the tension coiled in her core. Her large breasts would bounce slightly with each step as her large ass cheeks would match the bouncing.

Making her way out of the library, Sakura couldn't help but feel the eyes of the male shinobi on her. Their gazes were hungry and lustful, and she knew that if they had any idea what she had become, they'd be lining up to get a taste of her. But she didn't care about any of them. Her appetite was reserved for one man—Naruto Uzumaki.

The cool evening air hit her skin as she stepped outside, the soft breeze doing little to alleviate the heat coursing through her veins. Her thoughts were a whirlwind of lewd fantasies, each more depraved than the last. The sound of distant laughter from the village's ramen stand was a stark contrast to the dark cravings that consumed her.

Her heart racing, Sakura made her way through the winding streets of Konoha, her eyes scanning for any sign of the one person who could satisfy her. The scent of grilled meat and broth filled her nostrils, reminding her of the more carnivorous hunger that gnawed at her from within. She knew where she would find him—training, as always.

Naruto was a creature of habit, and she had come to love that about him. It made it so much easier to predict where he would be, and what he would do. And tonight, she had a feeling that she knew exactly what he would do.

As she approached the training grounds, she could see the flickering light of a distant bonfire. Her heart skipped a beat at the thought of what lay beyond it. The closer she got, the more she could hear the grunts and the heavy breathing. It was a sound she had become all too familiar with, a sound that now sent a shiver of anticipation down her spine.

When she finally stepped into the light, she found Naruto, his body slick with sweat and muscles straining as he practiced his jutsu. He looked up, and their eyes locked, the heat in his gaze making it clear that he knew exactly what she wanted. He smirked, that infamous smug expression that she had grown to love so much, and she felt her pussy clench in response.

"Well sakura, what brings you out here? "

Naruto's deep voice sent a shiver down Sakura's spine as she stepped closer to him, her eyes never leaving his. The flames of the bonfire danced in his eyes, reflecting the intensity of his gaze. Her heart pounded in her chest, her pussy growing wetter by the second as she took in the sight of him. He was so strong, so powerful—and he was all hers.

"I...I came to..." she murmured, the words spilling from her lips before she could stop them.

"Do you still have the anal beads in your ass like I told you to? " she nodded "y-yes... I managed to put the entire 10 foot length deep in me to stretch me for you"

Naruto's smirk grew wider, his eyes darkening with lust as he took in her words. "Good girl," he murmured, his voice a low growl that sent a thrill through her body. "You know what that means, don't you?"

Sakura nodded, her breath coming in shallow gasps. "It means you're going to fist me again," she whispered, the words coming out like a prayer.

Naruto's eyes flashed with excitement, and he stalked towards her, his muscular body moving with the grace of a predator. He grabbed her wrist, pulling her closer until their bodies were pressed together, his erection clear against her stomach. "That's right," he said, his voice thick with desire. "But first, let's see how much you've stretched."

Without a moment's hesitation, Sakura would turn around presenting her fat ass to Naruto, he would grab the end of the plugs with a smile "I've always wanted to say thing" he said gripping the beads ending "bey blade let it rip!" He said as he pulled the anal beads out in one pull.

Sakura's body shuddered with pleasure as the beads slid out of her, each one popping free with a wet sound that seemed to echo in the quiet night. She felt so exposed, so ****, but at the same time so alive and powerful. The sensation of being so open and filled was like nothing she had ever experienced, and she knew that she would never be able to go back to the way things were before.

Naruto stepped up behind her, his breath hot on her neck as he surveyed the pink, glistening hole that had been stretched to accommodate the beads. His eyes were full of hunger, and she could feel his cock pressing into her lower back, demanding entry. "You're so beautiful," he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire.

Sakura's knees nearly buckled at the praise, but she held firm, her body eager for the punishment she knew was coming. She had never felt so desired, so wanted, and she craved the feeling of fullness that only he could give her. "Please," she begged, her voice needy and ****. "Fist me, Naruto. I need it."

Naruto chuckled darkly, his hand reaching around to cup her heavy breasts, giving them a squeeze that made her gasp. "You're insatiable, aren't you?" he murmured, his voice a seductive purr. "But don't worry, I'll give you what you want."

With a swift movement, he spun her around to face him, his eyes never leaving hers as he untied the strings of his pants, releasing his thick, hard cock. It sprang free, the head glistening with pre-cum, and Sakura couldn't help but lick her lips at the sight. "But first," he said, his eyes narrowing, "you're going to suck me off."

Her eyes widened with excitement, and she dropped to her knees without a moment's hesitation. The taste of him was already on her tongue, a potent mix of salt and musk that made her stomach flutter. She took him in her mouth, her cheeks hollowing as she worked her tongue around the tip, feeling the heat of his cock against her lips and the throbbing of his veins. His hands tangled in her hair, guiding her movements as she took more and more of him in, her eyes watering with the effort.

The sound of his breath hitching and his occasional groan of pleasure spurred her on, her own need growing with every stroke. Her pussy was wet and begging for attention, but she knew that would come later. For now, she focused on pleasing him, eager to feel his hand buried deep inside her again.

As she sucked him, her mind reeled with images of his fist stretching her tight hole, the way he had dominated her the night before. She could feel her arousal building, a warm pressure that was impossible to ignore. She knew that she was close to the edge, her body trembling with the effort of holding back.

Finally, with a guttural growl, Naruto pulled away, his cock slick with her saliva. He stepped back, his hand reaching down to grip her chin and tilt her head up to look at him. "You're such a good little slut," he murmured, his eyes full of affection and lust. "But now it's time for your real reward."

Sakura's heart raced as she stood up, her knees wobbly with anticipation. He turned her back around, gently pushing her towards the bonfire. The heat was intense, making her skin glisten with a fine sheen of sweat. She could feel the eyes of the village on her, watching from the shadows, and the thought sent a thrill of excitement through her.

Naruto's hand slid down her stomach to her pussy, his fingers delving inside her with ease. He coated his hand in her juices before moving back to her ass, his thumb brushing against her tight ring. She whimpered, her body already begging for the invasion she knew was coming.

Slowly, he pushed his thumb inside her, the pressure intense and overwhelming. She bit her lip, her eyes squeezed shut as she focused on the sensation. It was a delicate dance, one that she had grown to crave. He worked her open, adding a second finger, then a third, stretching her until she was panting and her knees were threatening to give out.

"Are you ready?" he asked, his voice low and demanding.

Sakura nodded, unable to speak. The world around her had narrowed to this one point of sensation, this one moment of pure need. She felt his hand withdraw, only to be replaced by something much larger. The head of his cock pressed against her, and she took a deep breath, bracing herself.

With one swift motion, he pushed inside her, the pressure almost unbearable. She cried out, her body struggling to accommodate his thickness. But she knew that it was what she wanted, what she needed. She felt herself opening up, her muscles stretching to their limits as he pushed deeper and deeper.

The sound of his hips slapping against her ass filled the night air, a primal beat that matched the racing of her heart. Each thrust was a declaration of dominance, a claiming of her body that she welcomed with every fiber of her being. She could feel him filling her completely, his cock sliding in and out with ease now that she was fully lubricated.

The tension grew, coiling tighter and tighter in her stomach. She could feel the beginnings of an orgasm, a pressure that was building with every stroke. But she knew it wasn't enough—not yet.

"Fist me," she begged, her voice hoarse. "Please, Naruto, I need your fist inside me."

Naruto's eyes glinted with excitement, and she felt his cock pull out of her. He took a moment to lube up his hand, the sight of his slicked-up fingers making her pussy clench in anticipation. Then, with a slow, deliberate movement, he pushed his hand inside her, the sensation unlike anything she had ever felt before.

Her body stretched around his fist, the pain and pleasure melding into a single, overwhelming sensation that had her screaming his name. She felt so full, so claimed, and she knew that she was his, in every sense of the word.

The orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, her body convulsing around his hand as he pumped into her, his knuckles brushing against her g-spot. She could feel herself getting wetter, her juices running down her legs to mix with the sweat from her body. The heat from the bonfire was nothing compared to the heat building inside of her, a pressure cooker of desire that threatened to blow at any moment.

Naruto's grip on her hips tightened as he picked up his pace, his breathing ragged and uneven. He was close, she could tell, and the thought of pleasing him sent her over the edge. Her walls clenched around his fist as she came, her cries echoing through the night as her climax washed over her.

But he wasn't done with her yet. With a final, powerful thrust, he pulled his hand out of her, leaving her feeling empty and ****. She stumbled forward, her legs threatening to give out from under her, only to be caught by his strong arms. He turned her to face him, his eyes burning with lust.

"Now," he panted, his cock still hard and demanding, "you're going to take my cum all over your pretty face."

Sakura nodded, her eyes never leaving his. She had never felt so alive, so free. As he stroked himself, she watched in awe as he came closer and closer to the edge, her own arousal building again as she anticipated the moment he would mark her as his.

With a final groan, he came, his seed spurting out to cover her face, her hair, her eyes, and her mouth. She opened her mouth to catch as much of it as she could, the taste of him filling her senses. She felt like a goddess, worshipped and adored by the man she loved.

As they both caught their breath, Sakura felt something she hadn't felt in a long time—happiness. A deep, bone-aching happiness that seemed to fill every part of her. It was as if she had finally found her true purpose in life, her true calling.

But she knew it wouldn't last. They were shinobi, after all, and there was always another mission, another enemy to face. But for now, she would revel in the warmth of his arms, the taste of him on her tongue, and the feeling of being truly and utterly filled by the one person she had always wanted.

And she would crave it again, she knew that much. The need for his fist inside her was like a **** now, an addiction that she had no intention of giving up. The world could burn around them, and she would still come back to this, to him, to the feeling of being used and loved in the most primal of ways.

As the night grew late and the stars began to fade, Sakura leaned into Naruto, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice filled with genuine gratitude.

Naruto kissed her forehead, his arms tight around her. "You're welcome," he murmured. "But remember, you're mine now. My little slut. And I'll always be here to give you what you need."

The words sent a thrill through her, a promise that she would hold onto with every fiber of her being. She was Sakura Haruno, the Pink Haired Tsunade in training, and she was a slut for Naruto's fist. And she wouldn't have it any other way.

For the next few days, Sakura found herself sneaking away from her duties at every opportunity, her thoughts consumed by the need to feel him inside her again. She would find herself in quiet alleys, her hand slipping down her pants to finger her stretched hole, remembering the feeling of his knuckles pushing past her limits. The more she thought about it, the more she needed it.

And so, she waited. Waited for the perfect moment, when the stars aligned and their schedules allowed for a stolen encounter. And when it came, she was ready. She had been preparing herself all day, using progressively larger dildos to keep herself open, her body begging for the real thing.

Their eyes would meet across the crowded training field, a silent communication passing between them. He knew she was ready, and she knew he was eager. As the sun began to set, casting long shadows across the ground, they made their escape, their hearts racing with excitement and anticipation.

They found a secluded spot in the woods, the rustling of leaves the only sound to accompany their heavy breathing. Sakura's body was tense with excitement, her nipples hard and her pussy wet. She turned to him, her eyes filled with want and need. "Take me," she breathed, her voice low and ****.

Naruto didn't need to be told twice. He pushed her to the ground, his hands rough as they grabbed her wrists and held them above her head. His eyes bore into hers, the lust and dominance in them making her pussy throb even more. "You're going to scream," he whispered, his voice dark with promise. "And I'm going to love every second of it."

With that, he leaned down and kissed her, his tongue invading her mouth with a hunger that mirrored her own. She moaned into the kiss, arching her back and pressing her breasts into his chest. His hand slid down her body, reaching her pussy, and she gasped as he began to play with her clit, his fingers slipping inside her to test her readiness.

Her hips bucked against his hand, and she knew she was more than ready. "Please," she whimpered, her voice needy and ****. "Fist me, Naruto."

With a smirk, he pulled away, his eyes never leaving hers as he coated his hand in lube. The sight of his fingers disappearing into her pussy was almost too much to bear, but she knew it was just the beginning. He worked her open once again, the stretching sensation sending waves of pleasure through her body.

And then, with one swift movement, he was inside her, his fist buried to the wrist as she screamed his name. The pain was intense, but it was nothing compared to the pleasure that followed. She could feel every knuckle, every inch of him as he began to move, his hand working in and out of her with a rhythm that was both brutal and beautiful.

Her orgasm built again, a crescendo of sensation that had her body shaking and her eyes rolling back in her head. And when it hit, it was like nothing she had ever felt before. Her pussy clenched around his fist, her juices spilling out around his hand as she came, her voice echoing through the trees like a wild animal in heat.

Naruto didn't stop, his strokes growing faster and more intense. She could feel him getting closer, his breath hot on her neck as he whispered dirty words into her ear. And when he came, his hand buried deep inside her, she felt a sense of belonging that she had never known before.

They lay there for a moment, their bodies tangled together, the only sound their ragged breathing. Then, with a sigh, Sakura rolled onto her side, looking up at him with a smile that was equal parts bliss and satisfaction. "Again?" she asked, her voice hopeful.

Naruto chuckled, leaning down to kiss her. "Always," he murmured. "As long as you want it."