Koji's eyes gleamed with a mix of amusement and anticipation as he sat there and watched us, smelling the scent of Kuro's piss as it splashed onto me from this close to it.
"Kuro deserves a welcome too, don't you think?" Koji said, his voice low and teasing. "After all, he's been such a good boy."
I understood the implication and felt a familiar mix of submission and excitement. And nodded, I crawled closer to Kuro, hands first on my soaked clothes, then knees and feet, but Kuro played with me, walking in circles, and I crawled behind him, my movements deliberate and submissive.
Koji's gaze followed me intently. "That's it, Yuki. Show him how much you appreciate him," he encouraged, his voice a teasing purr. "He's been waiting for this all day."
The time when Kuro didn't play an active role in our games had long passed; now he was as much a part of it as either Koji or me; he was a part of the pack.
Finally, Kuro stopped, his hindquarters presented to me, his tail held high. I understood what was expected of me and leaned in closer, my breath hot against his fur. I could smell the musky, earthy scent of him, a primal aroma that sent a shiver down my spine.
We were positioned with the side to Koji, allowing him to see everything perfectly; he had the front row seat to what would happen now.
"Thank you, partner," I whispered as I moved that final bit closer to cover the distance, and once more, I knelt, head against the floor, right under Kuro's rear, and I waited.
"Bark!"
Despite not understanding Kuro like the Inuzuka did, I still knew what he meant; he was accepting my offer and telling me to get started.
I could feel the weight of Koji's stare as I knelt beneath Kuro, my breath hot against his fur. "Look at you, so eager and obedient," Koji murmured, his voice sending shivers down my spine. "You're such a good girl, Yuki. Always ready to please."
The sight before me was both intimidating and alluring, a testament to the unique dynamics of our relationship. Kuro's hindquarters were presented to me, his tail held high, a clear invitation and a symbol of his dominance.
I leaned in closer, my nose almost touching his fur as I inhaled deeply, taking in the musky, earthy scent that was uniquely him. It was a primal aroma, a reminder of the raw, untamed nature of our bond. My heart raced as I anticipated what was to come, a mix of nervousness and excitement coursing through my veins.
Finally, I felt the soft fur against my nose as I watched Kuro's asshole from up so close, I was able to make out every wrinkle and crevice, every fold in his ass, and they continued to grow larger before my eyes as I moved closer.
As I breathed, my hot breath washed over Kuro's asshole, and every breath I took was filled with the scent of him. The warmth emanating from his body.
I took a deep breath, allowing the musky, earthy scent to fill my senses, and then I felt something against my lips.
Minutes after kissing Hiashi farewell, my soft lips were now pressed against the asshole of a dog, something I would once have considered unthinkable, now familiar.
Kuro let out a sound like a moan, and Koji let out a gasp in response. I could hear his hand slide over his cock as he watched his lover kiss his partner, and with such an intimate kiss.
I continued to press my lips against Kuro's ass, feeling the warmth and the slight tremble of his muscles beneath my touch. The act was both humiliating and strangely intimate, a ritual that had become a part of our unusual dynamic.
I started to not just press my lips against it, but started kissing him in earnest. Soft lips dancing across his ass, warming it up, softening it for what awaited, and he was clearly enjoying it from his whining.
As I began to kiss Kuro's ass, my lips soft and gentle, Koji's breathing grew heavier. "Mmm, that's it," he groaned, his hand moving over his cock in slow, deliberate strokes. "Kiss him like you mean it. Show him how much you want him."
My tongue flicked out, tasting the salty, earthy flavor of Kuro's folds. He barked in response, and Koji let out a low gasp. "Fuck, Yuki," he panted, his voice laced with lust. "You're so fucking sexy when you're like this. So submissive and eager."
Each kiss was a slow, deliberate exploration, my lips parting to allow my tongue to delve deeper into the crevices of his asshole. I could feel the rough texture against my sensitive skin, the warmth radiating from his body, a primal heat that seemed to seep into my very being.
The scent of him, musky and earthy, filled my nostrils, a heady aroma that made my head spin with a mix of submission and desire.
My tongue traced the contours of his ass, lingering on the sensitive areas, tasting every inch of him. Kuro's responses were subtle but unmistakable—a soft whimper here, a slight shift of his muscles there. His tail wagged gently, a silent acknowledgment of my efforts, a sign that he was enjoying this intimate act as much as I was.
The room seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of us in this moment of raw, unfiltered connection. A soft sound left my own lips, as my tongue moved along every ridge, cleaning his taste, rough, earthly, spicy from every wrinkle.
As my tongue continued its exploration, I felt a growing hunger to delve deeper, to truly taste every part of him. I parted my lips wider, allowing my tongue to push gently against the tight ring of his asshole. Kuro let out a low growl, a sound of pleasure and encouragement, his body relaxing slightly to accommodate me.
I took a deep breath, the musky scent of him filling my lungs, and then I pressed my tongue forward, feeling the resistance give way as I slipped inside.
My tongue probed and explored, tasting the salty, earthy flavors that were uniquely Kuro. Each movement was slow and deliberate, a worshipful act of submission and desire. I could feel the muscles of his ass clench and release around my tongue, a rhythmic dance that matched the pounding of my own heart.
Kuro's responses were becoming more pronounced, his whimpers turning into soft barks, his tail wagging with increasing enthusiasm. I could feel the vibrations of his pleasure against my face, a primal connection that transcended words and thoughts.
As my tongue continued to delve deeper, I felt the tight, velvety walls of Kuro's ass enveloping me, a sensation that sent shivers down my spine. The taste was intense, a heady mix of salt and earth that filled my senses.
"That's it, baby," Koji groaned, his voice a low, guttural sound. "Make him feel good. Make him feel how much you want him."
My lips formed a tight seal around his asshole, creating a suction that pulled me deeper, urging me to explore every inch of him. I sucked and kissed, my tongue probing and tasting, my drool mixing with his natural lubrication, creating a wet, slurping symphony that filled the room.
Below my kneeling body, my pussy was once more soaking wet, a new wave of juices was escaping me as I made out with Kuro's ass, and both Kuro and Koji could smell my excitement.
Koji's voice was a low, mocking growl as he fisted his cock harder. "Damn, Yuki, you're a fucking mess, aren't you? Your face in his ass like a desperate bitch. No one would recognize you like this, no one could imagine the white ghost of Konoha, the scourge of the battlefield, on her knees worshiping a ninken's ass."
The words sent a thrill through me, a reminder of the true nature of the situation I am in, the forbidden taboo nature of it all.
I felt Kuro's body tense as I continued to lick and suck, my tongue tracing every curve, every ridge, tasting him with an intensity that bordered on reverence.
I, who had once been worshipped as a goddess across the land, kneeling before a god's ass and worshipping, that very thought made my pussy clench as I dove my tongue deeper inside to his, pressing my face against that wet hole as hard and greedily as I could.
With each passing second, my hunger grew, a primal need to submit and please, a desire to taste and worship. I moaned softly, my breath hot against his ass, a sound of passion and need, a wordless plea for more.
Kuro let out a deep, guttural bark, a sound that echoed off the walls and sent a shiver down my spine. His body tensed and I felt his asshole clench around my tongue, the sudden pressure sending a surge of arousal through me.
"Fuck, Yuki," Koji groaned, his voice a mix of pleasure and pain. "I'm going to cum."
I could hear the slick sounds of his hand sliding over his cock, the rhythmic slapping echoing off the walls, a counterpoint to the symphony of slurping and sucking from my own lips.
My tongue delved deeper, tracing the sensitive rim of Kuro's asshole, feeling his body respond with each gentle flick. The scent and taste of him were intoxicating, a potent blend of salty and earthy, with a hint of spice that sent my senses reeling.
Never would I have expected that a dog's asshole could be so animated, could express such depth of emotion. That the way it pulsed around my tongue could make me feel such a powerful sense of submission.
It was a strange and unique intimacy, a raw connection that defied words. I felt a surge of arousal wash over me as Kuro's asshole clenched around my tongue, his body shuddering with pleasure.
His muscles contracted and relaxed, a primal rhythm that pulled me deeper, the velvety walls pulsating with each wave of pleasure.
The sensations were overwhelming, the sights, sounds, and smells combining to create a heady mixture that fueled my own arousal. My pussy throbbed, a fresh wave of wetness dripping down my thighs as I continued to worship Kuro's ass.
Finally, I opened the Byakugan with a surge of chakra, and the world changed before me, it was still Kuro's ass, but now, I could see into it, see my own tongue move around that tight ring. I could see the way his body responded, the way his muscles twitched and clenched.
I could see the dark, pulsating void within, a tantalizing glimpse of the secrets that lay hidden. The scent was stronger now, the musky, earthy aroma filling my nostrils as I plunged deeper, the taste intensifying as I sampled every inch of him.
Guided by my new vision, I could ensure I touched every spot, my tongue explored every fold and crevice.
It was a heady experience, a sensory overload, the sight and scent and taste combining to create a dizzying cocktail of submission and arousal.
I felt the tension building within Kuro's body, the pressure against my tongue growing more intense. His soft whimpers and growls were replaced by a series of low, guttural barks.
Koji's breathing was ragged, his hand moving over his cock with increasing urgency. "Fuck, Yuki," he panted, his voice laced with lust. "You're driving him wild. Look at him, he's loving every second of it."
I could feel Kuro's body tensing, his muscles coiling like a spring ready to release. My tongue moved in sync with his rhythm, tasting and exploring, pushing deeper with each thrust.
"Mmm, that's it," Koji groaned, his voice a low, guttural sound. "Make him cum. Make him feel how much you want him."
Suddenly, I could sense a change in the atmosphere. The air was thick with a palpable tension, a mounting anticipation. Kuro's body quivered, his tail wagging furiously as his asshole clenched around my tongue.
Koji's words had the desired effect, and my submission and devotion were rewarded. Kuro let out a deep, throaty bark as his body shuddered, the waves of pleasure coursing through him.
I could feel the pressure build as his muscles contracted and relaxed, the pulsating rhythm drawing me deeper into his body. My tongue danced across the sensitive areas, tasting the salty, earthy flavors that were uniquely his.
"Fuck," Koji groaned, his voice a combination of awe and amusement. "Look at the mess you're making, Yuki. You're soaking wet, dripping all over the floor. You're such a filthy little slut, getting off on licking a dog's ass. You should see yourself, on your knees, worshipping his ass like a whore. I bet Hiashi would be disgusted if he knew what his precious princess was really like."
His words stung, but the truth in them only heightened my arousal. I could feel my own pleasure building as I felt Kuro's climax around my tongue, tasted it on the walls of his ass, the intensity of his orgasm spurring on my own. My pussy throbbed, another surge of wetness dripping down my thighs as I continued to lick and suck his ass.
"Gods, Yuki, I'm so close," Koji groaned, his voice a mix of pleasure and pain. "Look at me. Look at what you do to me."
Thanks to the Byakugan, I could see him just fine, the sight of Koji's muscular body, his toned abs glistening with sweat, his hand moving over his cock with rapid, almost frantic strokes.
Kuro's asshole was still pulsing around my tongue, the rhythmic contractions matching the pounding of my own heart. The scent and taste were intoxicating, a potent blend of salty and earthy, a heady combination of submission and desire.
"Oh fuck," Koji grunted, his hips thrusting forward as he came. "Fuck, Yuki!" Every drop of his cum falling into a metal bowl with the name "Yuki" engraved into it, and already in the bowl, was the load I just earned from Kuro's ass.
If I wasn't still so horny, I would have been amazed at how quickly Koji moved the bowl over, he had gotten scarily good with chakra strings for stupid reasons.
The room fell silent except for the sound of our ragged breathing and the occasional whimper from Kuro. I slowly pulled back, my lips and tongue still tingling with the taste and sensation of him. Koji's cum glistened in the metal bowl, a testament to the intensity of the moment we had shared.
Yet, the bowl was hardly full, and I knew these two, their balls were far from empty either.
(end of chapter)
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