Viktoff Samson
Supernova
- Joined
- May 16, 2016
- Location
- Maine
He closed his eyes, enjoying how her fit ass felt in his hand. Groping her as he listened to her words. He pondered as to when she thought he'd lose his virginity. The Akatsuki he works with are entirely male. He never worked closely with Konan and he wouldn't invest in others until he met Kizan. She was his redemption. His only chance at living happily without all the self-loathing and wishing things were different. With her, he saw an opportunity that no one else could bring him. His eyes opening and looking to her, he thought about how she spoke about her own virginity. The words made him consider the possibility that she had come to place some sort of spiritual value on her virginity. He was happy to have it, if he could, but having the ability to bring Kizan the happiness he would is his primary goal.
"When would I learn to be romantic?" He mumbled in response, not a hard excuse for his lack of softness in that case. Still an excuse, but a fair question all the same. He never had a real relationship. He killed his own first crush, to save his brother, his village. Even though some question him, what happened has happened and Itachi knew the Uchiha clan, if left with any substantial remaining population, would come around to scheming to usurp the Hokage again. History has plenty of examples of the Uchiha's infamous hatred, and the hydra-esque problem with cutting off the head without killing the body. Itachi knew he had to do what he did, and he didn't leave room for error.
Lost in thought as he walked back down what-if-land, she snapped him out of it. His hand taking to her chest as she guided it. And then she moved to her back and pulled him ontop. His smile returns as his fingers danced along the bandages over her chest. With care, he unraveled the bandages to reveal her breasts and chest. Without a pause, he pressed his lips into the sides of her breasts. Moving his lips to tease her and running his nose over her nipples. Hjs eyes on her as he does. He brings his waist to her closed legs, letting her feel his bulge as he grinned. "What're you hiding? Hmm? I'm still a ninja, you know. Attention is key." He finally began groping at her breasts with his hands, feeling her with patience as he looks into her eyes. "Your breasts are the softest. And your scars are very easy on the eyes thanks to your skin color." He kissed to her seal over her heart, and then ran a tongue up her largest chest scar, slowly. He ran his eyes over her chest before standing on his knees. His hands cupping her hips. His bare chest in full view.
"When would I learn to be romantic?" He mumbled in response, not a hard excuse for his lack of softness in that case. Still an excuse, but a fair question all the same. He never had a real relationship. He killed his own first crush, to save his brother, his village. Even though some question him, what happened has happened and Itachi knew the Uchiha clan, if left with any substantial remaining population, would come around to scheming to usurp the Hokage again. History has plenty of examples of the Uchiha's infamous hatred, and the hydra-esque problem with cutting off the head without killing the body. Itachi knew he had to do what he did, and he didn't leave room for error.
Lost in thought as he walked back down what-if-land, she snapped him out of it. His hand taking to her chest as she guided it. And then she moved to her back and pulled him ontop. His smile returns as his fingers danced along the bandages over her chest. With care, he unraveled the bandages to reveal her breasts and chest. Without a pause, he pressed his lips into the sides of her breasts. Moving his lips to tease her and running his nose over her nipples. Hjs eyes on her as he does. He brings his waist to her closed legs, letting her feel his bulge as he grinned. "What're you hiding? Hmm? I'm still a ninja, you know. Attention is key." He finally began groping at her breasts with his hands, feeling her with patience as he looks into her eyes. "Your breasts are the softest. And your scars are very easy on the eyes thanks to your skin color." He kissed to her seal over her heart, and then ran a tongue up her largest chest scar, slowly. He ran his eyes over her chest before standing on his knees. His hands cupping her hips. His bare chest in full view.