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Uchiha and Hyuga Rising (Naomi David x Viktoff Samson)

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Naomi David

Supernova
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May 24, 2013
Location
Kentucky
Aimi Hyuga was waiting in a quiet and relatively private booth at her favorite restaurant in Konohagakure, Ichiraku Ramen. Serving portions were very generous all for a very good price. The place always had business no matter what time of day she came in for a meal, she never saw the place empty. There were always happy people in here. Happy families, happy couples, or just folk coming in on their own. There was just something about coming here that just made a being happy. As for Aimi, she was here after a successful mission, she always came here after a successful mission to celebrate. Well, even when the mission didn't go so well, she came here anyway to drown her frustrations and sorrows. And right now, Aimi was peeping on the chefs in the kitchen using her Byakugan. Seemed a waste of chakra, but it allowed her to learn how to cook. She did it with every restaurant she went to. Watching their movements fascinated her to no end. How they carefully chopped the vegetables. Measured the water. Got the broth started. Because of her constant peeping, she was a very good cook on her own. She was also waiting on Ichiraku's largest bowl of miso pork ramen. If she was hungry enough later on, she'd order a second bowl. She could eat this stuff for days and never get bored with what they had to offer. In the Hyuga clan, she was hailed as the Neji of her generation, meaning that she was the genius of her generation, having figured out how to apply a nature transformation to the hiden jutsus that the Hyuga possessed. It took years and years of constant refinement to get everything right, but the end results were worth it. Not that the clan techniques needed any refining, she always wanted to see what would happen if they had an extra bite to them, so to say. The era they all lived in was a nice one, clans were blossoming with so many children now. The Uchiha were coming back to life. The Uzumaki, which Lord Seventh belonged to, were blossoming nicely. So many clans once thought dead were coming back. Bloodlines were restored.
 
Entering the Ramen Shop, Habiki Uchiha explored and experienced Ichiraku for the first time in his young adult life. Being a tall, brooding and broad shouldered man at the age of 18, Habiki has proven to be more of an asset than a Ninja at his age should be. His access to Earth and Fire release techniques of advanced levels, Genjutsu and a depth of knowledge countering it, Immaculate transformation into a true Bat Sage with his blood marking the summoning contract for these extremely useful utility summons, and both higher forms of the Sharingan paired with what seems to be an affinity for Nature chakra lends this ninja to a presence that transcends traditional rankings. It doesn't matter how powerful his opponent is. Habiki posses a mixture of raw offensive power, durability, speed, wit and a pragmatic personality that makes him a violent threat for any shinobi. If let loose on an enemy village, the type of destructive force that lay at the finger tips of this black and red haired onyx-eyed young man would be awe-inspiring. And yet here he was, so casually. His smile and pale skin alludes to a lazy and happy boy that avoids the sun, but his muscular structure was hard evidence of hard work and perhaps superior genes. The way his eyes took in the restaurant would lead almost any self-conscious person to shrivel beneath his gaze as though being caught as his target could simply die of anxiety. Yet, despite his dark clothes and wicked eyes, he seemed Jolly... almost. Gleeful.

His black shirt appeared lavish in fabric and as though it'd smell of freshness incarnate, and the same could be said for his red and black pants that were riddled with zippers all over despite not immediately appearing to have anything within the seemingly countless pockets. His feet within the traditional shinobi footwear did appear to be just as clean as the rest of his imposing appearance. The spot on the back of his black shirt, just beneath the collar and inches down from his neck had a stitched white steel like emblem of the Leaf Village and the skin beneath this emblem within his shirt had a fully colored tattoo of the Uchiha clan's crest. Other Ninja considered it disrespectful that he didn't wear the headband, but sometimes rules would buckle beneath the presence of the Uchiha Prince. His eyes alone being enough to rock the boots of those even remotely perceptive. And these very same eyes caught Aimi Hyuga. "Ai..." He whispered under his breath as he narrowed his eyes and his lips sharpened into a smile of intent. Not referring to her properly as she was practically socially a stranger to him, alone could be considered rude. No honorific and even shortening her name into a nickname of endearment could be considered beyond rude. Yet, he didn't say it loud enough to be heard.

Impulsiveness didn't normally rule the actions of the Crimson and Black attired ninja who spelled death with his mind and abilities woven intentionally for murder. And yet, with this girl he just couldn't stop thinking about, it was all he could do to not fall from grace and engage in full on stalkerish antics. He knew her scent, her name, and even that he could find her here at this time. He couldn't think clearly, even his heart fluttered and ability to dominate the chakra around him that free-flowed and enabled his rather unique sage mode was slipping from his grasp and altering the sharpness of his eyes and almost a tip to his eyes. If he opened his mouth, the slightest bit of fangs could be seen growing. He delighted in this sensation, and made no attempt to rob himself of even another moment contemplating what he should do. He walked across the room like a tiger enclosing on his delicious, delicate prey. And before he knew it, he was slipping into the booth and even on the same side that she sat, blocking her way out should she desire to escape the madly handsome and infamous prince of a bloodline she did not belong to. "I'm going to borrow your time, Aimi-chan." His deep voice matched the aesthetic that surrounded him. Bold, and far divided from the other men around their age. Almost inhuman, it would seem. "Returning from your mission... I imagine you've got some recovery time to spare. Yes?" He mused, and perhaps revealed some of his thought process to the woman who he's only been able to speak to with his eyes and body language in the years he's spent as her peer within the village.
 
Aimi heard the jingle of the shop's bell ring as the door opened. Either someone came in or someone came out. Without moving her head, her Byakugan allowed her to see in a near 360 degree field of vision. What she saw was that someone came in. Not just someone, but a certain someone from the Uchiha clan. Habiki Uchiha. All the girls in their age group wanted to marry him, much less date him. Good looks? Certainly. Wealth? Definitely. The prestige that came with marrying into one of the noble clans of Konohagakure? For sure. It seemed so ridiculous to want somebody just for that, but then again, some people could be some shallow bastards. Subconsciously, she readjusted her forehead protector and straightened her raven hair. But with her Byakugan, she saw something most interesting inside Habiki. His heart rate was rising. Something excited him. His brain seemed to light up like a Christmas tree. His chakra points seemed to shine brightly like tiny little stars.

She was wearing the traditional uniform of a Konohagakure kunoichi, there was nothing special about her. After this, she was going to go pick up a more heavy duty uniform from one of the weapons masters in town, but... That could be done tomorrow. Something about this handsome bastard was grabbing her attention. Her chakra levels began to fluctuate in her excitement. She couldn't allow it to fluctuate too much. She just had one more month before the Reserve Seal formed on her noggin. She couldn't afford to lose sight of her goal now and get distracted. Sakura and Tsunade were excellent teachers. She had excellent chakra control, she was the pride of her clan for a reason. Going against normal clan teachings, she taught what she knew to the branch members, and for sharing knowledge with them, the branch family loved her. Knowledge, she reasoned, should not be kept to anyone in particular. Knowledge was meant to be shared.

Concentrating as she was, her control slipped a little, her eyes changing from a normal Byakugan appearance to that of a snake. Fangs began to show too. She usually showed Sage Mode when in battle. That or to amuse and educate small children in the village. Kids loved that sort of thing for whatever odd reason. But still, she was more than happy to teach. Maybe when she was done with being an active duty ninja, she'd go teach at the academy. The greatest pleasure to her came from teaching. Though, another pleasure came creeping towards her and sat directly next to her. Her heart rate suddenly sky rocketed, sending a flush of color into her creamy cheeks. She spoke, her Ss were rolling even as she tried to suppress it,"Yessss, I mosssst cccccertainly do have time to ssssspare, Habiki-ssssenpai." She wondered what he wanted. Normally, he kept to himself, she never saw him engage with people outside the Uchiha clan.
 
It was true. Habiki didn't converse with members outside of his bolstered clan. Those that weren't around during the time of Itachi's assassination of their clan surrounded Habiki now in the renewed Uchiha compound. What was once a place of prejudice that segregated his clan from Konoha in the time of the Second Hokage was now a blooming area of success and wealth and beauty. Despite being a member of the Uchiha clan himself, Sasuke wasn't included in Habiki's exclusive list of those he relied on and spoke to. And as the rest of his clan came around to accepting the man just as Lord Seventh has and would wish Habiki did as well, he couldn't stomach the concept. In respect to peace, at least within the walls of the village, Habiki didn't speak of his feelings regarding that man. They would be considered treason under the Hokage he knew now, and he didn't need Sharingan or his education as a ninja to discern that. All around, Habiki didn't eat out at all. His meals were prepared for him by the admirers of his that were within his bloodline and those who were loyalists to the Uchiha clan. Poison wasn't a concept that Habiki chose to completely ignore and his actions would demonstrate a careful consideration of that sort of substance.

And here he was, sitting beside a Kunoichi that was certainly no push over among Konoha's Shinobi herself. In fact, if there was an assassin hand chosen to plunge a Kunai into his heart, it'd be almost perfect to select this Hyuga woman for the job. She wasn't a slouch and her offensive presence was aligned well enough to guide her hand past his defensive options. Sage Jutsu wasn't necessarily as rare as it was in Naruto's time, but in the whole village it was probably her eyes and bond to snakes that threatened to peel back his own instincts and deliver the killing blow. It was poetic, at least in his heart and soul. To be drawn to the weapon that could so easily be turned on him should the opportunity and circumstances require it. Luckily for Konoha, it was in Habiki's best interest to continue and build on the good will of Lord Seventh and promote this peace. A strong village provides the best environment for him to raise his offspring.

The color of her cheeks, her eyes on him and her scent paired with the way this all affected her speech aroused him unlike any aphrodisiac ever could. It didn't help that he was a sheer lion of a man sitting beside her comparably house cat size. He was nearly two heads taller and much broader and his aura was drenched in almost demonic desire. It melted off the decorative black details around his evil eyes, he wanted her in ways that if described in detail would wet the space between the thighs of his other admirers quite easily. And he focused this intent entirely on the promising young Hyuga teen. He brought his left hand from the outer side of the booth that was opposite to where Aimi sat across his chest and to her cheek. Caressing her warm coloring and supple flesh tenderly within his palm that showed the signs of his extensive shuriken and kunai training. His finger times from the same hand hand been tall enough to simultaneously brush the hair away from her own transformed eyes. His face drew closer, but slowly as he watched her. If she were going to squirm, either anxiously or in delight, he wanted to savor it intensely and record it with the purest three tomoe sharingan that appeared within his evil eyes. "And it's all mine?" His deep voice threatened to probe her all on it's own, as though his perfect yet monstrous inhuman presence was a genjutsu itself designed to break any social wall that threatened to prevent his advances on the smaller, younger Hyuga woman. She was the focus of this man who to others would seem otherworldly all on his own.
 
It was like time was stopped. Or at the very least, considerably slowed down. Damn, where was her food when she wanted it? She could see his aura. Where her own was light, calming, and good, just as any medic-nin's should be, his was dark, cold, and scary. Much like somebody who really possessed the aura that belonged to a criminal. She had felt tall and proud coming into the restaurant, but there was just something about him that brought her down to size. She had more of a build of a jaguar. Her build was lithe. His was definitely like a lion's, big and broad. She thought herself a predator before, given her skill, but in his presence now, she definitely felt like a prey to his superior predator. A mouse to his cat. She squirmed out of sheer agitation when he touched her cheek and moved her hair. She was starting to form scales near her eyes. His hands were not soft, they felt a little rough and calloused, much like her own hands. Hands that developed callouses from constant training. Then she saw his Sharingan activate. Her clan always told her to be wary of the Sharingan. Even though they possessed the Byakugan, which would tell them if they themselves were under genjutsu, genjutsu formed from Sharingan were still dangerous. She spoke,"Yessssss, it'ssssss all yours." Not that she had much of a choice in the manner. She didn't want to cause a scene in the restaurant if she beat the snot out of him. He was truly a clever man that deserved his reputation. Her body was reacting in several ways. Sheer nervousness. Excitement. And a few others she couldn't name. It was nice to have his attention, no doubt. But what was it about him that wouldn't allow for her to take her attention from him?
 
Seeing her closer up, he didn't see much of a reason to reassess her physical appearance versus his own. He was lost in her warmth, her purity despite her growing snake sage features. She was just to encompassing to his powerful eyes. There just wasn't an inch of her wonderful skin for his eyes to travel to where he didn't feel himself grow warmer and his cock swelling within his pants at just the sight. The touching of her cheek and playing with her hair only made this situation more difficult. As he heard her alluring voice answer his question, it was easy for his sex and power addled mind and the places his eyes roamed to rewrite the question as though she were giving him access to anything. Like her neck. It was all his, right? He knew enough to pull his eyes back to her own, smiling for her as his face was right up to her own now and his lips could finally take her own.. "Then I'll take it. You'll en-company me during my own recovery time." He put emphasis on the word recovery this time around. He didn't put off the air of a man who needed rest.

As he finished this closeness, he could just feel the approaching woman with Aimi's bowl of ramen. He'd retrieve his hand and sit properly beside her as he allowed the waitress to deliver the bowl directly to the booth table in front of Aimi with the proper items required to enjoy it. He gave the bowl a brief look over, admiring the large meal and it's scent and warmth. It would make his mouth so wet and make his fangs throb like she could, but his stomach did give off a dull sound, making him smile a little wickedly. "I heard you were back from your mission and I wanted to run into you here. So I left without eating."
 
Aimi was doing her hardest to slow her heart rate, to make the Snake Sage transformation recede, but Habiki's presence made it really hard to calm down. She shut her eyes, concentrating hard, and slowly, the transformation began to recede. The scales slowly vanished, her eyes went back to its usual pale featurelessness, and her fangs vanished. When she opened her eyes again, his face was up close to hers. Then their lips met. His lips were soft and warm. Her heart rate shot up again, and the features started to reappear. Damn, he knew exactly what would excite her. She concentrated again, making the features vanish. She didn't want to bite her own tongue. Not that anything would happen, it just hurt like a bitch whenever she did it by accident in Sage Mode. When she spoke again, her words sounded normal,"Hmmmm, why me in particular, Habiki-senpai?" Her eyes lit up when the ramen bowl arrived. She loved to eat, even though it wasn't immediately obvious given her very fit figure. If she could eat something, preferably in massive quantities, she would do it. Not on the level of the Akimichi clan, though they had an excuse given that calories consumed was in direct correlation to their clan's hiden jutsus, but still, she was up there. She almost always had a bag of goodies in hand, even on missions. Her philosophy when it came to eating was that their was always something new to eat. She took her set of required silverware, but waited for him to start. To her, it would have been rude if she went first, even though she was paying for the bowl.
 
Looking down to the ramen, it was hard enough to not demolish the dish right in front of her. He controlled himself, at least to this extent, wondering when she'd slurp her ramen. Was she waiting for him? He couldn't imagine working hard for a steaming bowl of delicious and finely crafted food just to let someone else nab the first bite. He grinned, figuring this was exactly what she was doing as she definitely wasn't leaning in and digging deep into the wonderful bowl. His large hands grasped a packaged pair of chopsticks near to the bowl before poking the high quality pair of utensils clean through their decorative wrap. "That's a question I know how to answer in too many ways. Pardon me, my dearest little Hyuga, but I don't really know where to begin. Actually." He spoke to her with the same depth to her voice as before, but a little more light-heartedly after their kiss. He grasped the chop sticks with grace before plucking a juicy bite of pork from the bowl and sinking his fangs clean into it, savoring the juicy meaty bite before ripping the pork into two and tossing the other half into his mouth. Demolishing the lavish and rich meat that clearly added to the broth. "I've known you were the one for the job for quite some time. Since I was just a boy, I had imagined you every time I pondered what I was missing." He didn't try to sound so feel-sy, and he broke up that building soft impression by running his tongue along his chopsticks to clean them and shoving his right hand right between her legs. His palm grasped her left inner thigh as the bottom side of his hand nearest to his pinky tried to feel the warmth of her sex from over her clothes. "You're... Equipped for the task. More than appropriately."
 
She tried her hardest to not stare at his fangs as he ate. It was like he didn't even bother trying to hide them like the way she tried to suppress the physical features of her Snake Sage Mode. Either that or he was just that comfortable in that skin. She finally dug into the bowl after getting the wrap off of her chop sticks, the hot broth and noodles were just something spectacular. Her pale eyes seemed to grow wider when he licked his chopsticks. Something about that action did something to her body. What was this odd feeling? That odd feeling only intensified when she found his right hand diving between her legs. Normally, she'd resist, smack the hand away, but with him, she allowed such an action. The flush on her cheeks grew stronger, and he'd feel great warmth where the bottom of his hand was. She was certainly well equipped. She had a respectable bust size and wide birthing hips. She had many physical features that a man would desire in a wife, or at least features that a man would want in a woman he would want to impregnate. She spoke, trying to sound confidant, teasing almost,"And the great Uchiha Prince has an interest in a potential heiress to the Hyuga clan. You're certainly bold." She was trying to enjoy her food more than the hand that was almost beginning to feel moisture. Damn him for giving her such a physical reaction! She was a proper woman, and proper women didn't get so... Aroused.
 
"Great Uchiha Prince?" He repeated, adding emphasis to the phrase as his eyebrows raised just a bit and his eyes soaked in the changes he forced upon her supple form so built to be bred. "Sounds like you've been thinking about me too." He whispered this as watched her with his sharingan trained on her widened pale eyes and the flush to her face. His hand continued brushing against her sex from over her clothes as he felt both her warmth and the growing wetness that threatened to make all reason and sanity melt from the immensely bold and handsome black and crimson haired man. With a deep breath, he shut his eyes and allowed his features to become normal again with some noticeable concentration. Being a sage herself, he trusted that she knew what it took to reign it all in under this sort of constant stimulation. With his eyes opening to reveal an exotic design, it may appear as though he was unable to evolve his sharingan further to show off the the Hyuga Princess while transformed into his Sage Mode even partially. What appeared to have once been two separate Mangekyou Sharingan designs that involved lines had now been aligned within his immensely powerful eyes to make a reverse design using bold and unusual crosses. Unlike Sharingan patterns of other Uchiha, now his eyes were black with red patterns, a base of three lines equally cut through their own identical portions of his eye with another line crossing through near their tops to resemble a barbaric cross that one might find themselves pinned to for some ancient torture execution. His eyes being partially opened made the design more difficult to admire as the crossed turned like windmills just like his Sharingan would with it's tomoe. This Uchiha wasn't just capable of using the incredibly potent and dangerous Mangekyou Sharingan, his eyes were Eternal.

Retrieving his hand from her legs, he wanted to tease her by giving her the feeling of being without him just a moment. He wanted to give her the opportunity to know what it was like to maybe even miss his touch. He brought his index and middle finger tips of his right hand between her lips to touch her tongue in perverse circular patterns. "Bold implied there's something to fear, and I'm not afraid to take what belongs to me." He taunted just a little in his deep voice as he spoke just loud enough for her to hear. His words might not have been kind to the Hyuga clan in terms of consideration, but his attention, his voice, his body, was all directed just to her. He was here just for her. Retrieving his fingers from her lips, he slipped his right arm right around her back and looped it around her hips as his hand masterfully crept right under and past the waist band of her pants and undergarments, if she wore any. These now moist finger tips with her saliva, his trusty index and middle fingers that he worked so hard with to learn precision with his Shuriken that was unmatched, now worked right down over her groin to her pussy and began to demandingly and forcefully rub her wetness and warmth as he looked right into her eyes. His lips just close enough for her to steal a kiss if she felt the need.
 
In between slurps of broth and noodles, she spoke,"I thought you knew that's what all the girls in our age group called you. Because of how proud and handsome you are." She really couldn't believe that she had said that out loud. Things like that were meant to be said in private, not out in the open at a restaurant. But with how he looked, he looked like a future heir to his clan, he really did, so proud and stately he looked when not engaged in antics like he was now. As he teased her clothed sex further, she grew wetter and wetter. When his features went back to normal, she relaxed a bit more, he looked much less intimidating now. She noticed his Sharingan changed. What was the evolved form called again? Mangekyou Sharingan? Such secrets were not known to her as she was born a Hyuga and not an Uchiha like him. But still, she wondered how he obtained them. She had heard rumors of how the Uchiha activated their Sharingan for the first time from feeling great emotions, such as sorrow, she wondered if the Mangekyou Sharingan came about the same way. When he stopped rubbing her, she felt a strange feeling. Why did he stop? She didn't want him to stop. Dirty as it all was, given how they were in public, she didn't want that pleasant feeling to go away. She had just swallowed a drink of water when he brought two of his fingers to her partially open mouth to rub in c circular pattern on her tongue. She shuddered when he implied that she was his. She swallowed as he removed his fingers and deftly snaked his arm around her waist to sneak into her pants. Her face was burning red now. Both from the heat of the food and strong emotion. He went right past her pants and directly under her panties to tease her pussy so strongly. But she melted at his touch, so wonderful it felt to be touched like this, wrong as it was. Was it wrong that she wanted to kiss him again? Was it wrong that she was growing wetter and warmer at his masterful touch? She wanted this, improper as it was, and she leaned in to kiss him again.
 
The twisted crosses in eyes eyes rotated in their windmill pattern as he watched her and listened to her words. To her comment about her word choice and how other people look at him, he smiled a little more genuinely than before. In a way, he'd seem to be going from seducer to entirely sincere with his look to her now. "Well... I wonder how I exude those things so noticeably." He mused before giving her a deep and brief, low laugh that suited more of the domineering atmosphere he approached her with. Despite being the way he was, precisely as she described other people saw him, it was rare for Habiki to entertain a compliment presented directly to his face. For those weren't the most confident themselves, it was possible that they just feared rejection if they presented themselves as an option for him. And there was always the kind that just assumed he knew, or the people who would wish they had what he did. In all honesty, it was a little lonely being Habiki. At least for the people who felt segregated because of their clan or their lack of superb genetic talent or even raw nerve to devote themselves to training to develop ability, there were others who existed within their minority group for sympathy. To his knowledge, nobody was quite exactly like Habiki. He assumed chivalry and kindness lent themselves naturally to the stronger member of a group to lend themselves more towards leadership. Habiki just craved to be needed, silently.

He reveled in the feeling of her little pussy between her legs, working her like a man who knew exactly what he was doing. His inhuman eyes running over her body, watching her more closely and undressing countless mysteries of her body in ways that would seem impractical with any other eye. It wouldn't matter what was objectively true about the ancient power that lay behind his eyes, there just wasn't a way for his victim to discern that truth. Not even the closest Uchiha in terms of overall power to this pureblood prince knew what his Mangekyou Sharingan could do precisely. There were some good hints laying around areas that have been rifled with destruction by Habiki on a mission, but he hasn't open his lips and share what he knew about them to anyone.

His lips took her own as his fingers worked her in all ways short of penetration. He wanted her to crave it, to beg for it. A special moment, the first time she feels his hot, meaty length spread her with his hands on her wide birthing hips, it's gotta be at a moment when she has it on her mind or when she's so melted that it changes her in some way. The man that watched her eyes as his bottom pair of teeth sneaks up beneath her upper lip, mirrored only by the upper pair of teeth closing the distance with the same lip. He had her caught in his teeth as his eyes narrowed more and his smile faded completely. The look he gave her now would blur the line between friend or foe unless she could read his mind. His fingers lathered up her wetness with the sort of attention to detail that displayed a sense of tenacity as her clothing over his hand wouldn't seem to be slowing him down or making his fingers land anywhere he didn't seem to expect to feel. He's touched a woman before, and even at that, he wasn't afraid or second guessing himself. His head drew back from her own as her upper lip would be drawn in his direction just a bit with his teeth only just barely pressing against her soft supple upper lip.

Finally feeling a suitable level of moisture where he was confident he managed to shield her from a single dry touch, his fingers drew up to the hood of her cunt to spread the upper half of her sex without even having to see what he was doing. His eyes were too busy pushing their way past the windows to her soul that were her own eyes. His finger tips took turns drawing slippery wet hot semi-circles over her clit as he finally pulled his head back the rest of the way to allow her upper lip return to her. After this he'd grin. "We can't very well leave before you finish your ramen. That'd be rude, no?"
 
The way the crosses turned in his eyes seemed so hypnotic, visually, they were very easy to lock on. She had seen Mangekyou Sharingan designs before, but this design in his eyes seemed the most unique of them all. In her own way, she was lonely. None of the other Hyuga in the main family or the branch family were able to apply the nature transformation to the Gentle Fist techniques even though she had shown them all how to do it. Being hailed as a genius was nice, but she didn't want to be the only genius in her clan. She wanted to be with another genius, another prodigy, someone who knew how lonely it was at the top. And honestly, she found that other prodigy in Habiki, even though she wasn't going to say it to his face just yet. The only one who came even close didn't have the Hyuga name, but was descended from one. Himawari Uzumaki, descended from the Hyuga through her mother, Hinata Hyuga. Himawari was not a genius, but an absolute nightmare in combat. At first glance, the girl didn't appear to have the Byakugan, but Aimi didn't let appearances fool her. What Aimi wanted most of all was to not be alone. She had her family, her clan, yes, but they just weren't on the same level of intelligence as her own.

Her pale eyes seemed to glaze over as he kept fingering her lips. She had never pleasured herself before, not like the way he was doing. She either never had the time or never saw the point in doing so. But damn, he had her in the palm of his hands, she was his putty to mold as he saw fit. She softly spoke,"Perhaps we should take this to a venue with more privacy?" Without actually saying the words, she was saying that she wanted to take this much farther. She wanted this. She needed this. She wanted the Bat Sage, the Uchiha Prince. Her eyes went wide once more when he caught her upper lip ever so delicately with his teeth. She felt hot in more ways than one. The way he looked at her was intimidating, but didn't dissuade her from wanting more. From now on, she would drip only for him. She was fidgeting. Not out of discomfort, but pure pleasure. She had never felt so good before. She was his to mold and play with. She smiled when her lips were finally her own, and she spoke,"You're right." She quickly but not in an unladylike manner finished the rest of the ramen, and had a smile on her face. Ichiraku's never failed to please her. And now, she couldn't wait for what they would go and do next!
 
He didn't say a word to her suggestion at they take this action, her hot and wet sex being toyed with by his fingers like she were something precious that he owned entirely, he just watched her ominously as she agreed to finish her ramen. He never expected that he'd enjoy touching a woman without her undivided attention. But, in reality, rubbing her place and spotting the many ways her body responded to it while she tried to perform this manual task of consuming her hot and excellent smelling ramen, it just multiplied the way he savored her body. He wasn't a food-phile, and he didn't focus on the concept of her consuming. Aimi's figure was one of the incredibly important details of her person that made her so perfect for the prince that was so hungry for heirs already despite being so young comparably to the jonin that were having kids. His left hand wouldn't reach for his chopsticks to help her, though. He wanted to tease her more and see if he could manipulate her into eating slower against her own wishes by causing a sensory overload. His free, and equally large yet skillful left hand now took to her left breast beneath her left arm and over her clothing. He fondled her intently as he stroked her clit indirectly with so much vigor that he started making little wet sounds on her sex without even having to dive his fingers into her yet. He was clearly saving that stimulation for something special, but he wondered if she was aware of that fact. If he hadn't melted her down to the point that she was no longer capable of revising her thoughts and taking a critical analysis of his actions and motivations. And that made him nearly lose his cool composure as a thought. He kept himself from displaying that sensation on his face with his immense self-control, but it wasn't easy.

As she finished, he withdrew his hand from her crotch and sunk his fingers that positively glowed and shined with her lathered pussy juices right into his mouth such that she could watch and even smell his saliva mixing with her lewdest of scents. His tongue could almost visibly run along his fingers before his incredibly kissable lips wrapped around his fingers halfway. He had time to taste what of her essence he summoned with his touch and his aura, his eyes on her own as he allowed her to witness this act. He wasn't a normal man, and she wasn't just a fling. Nobody would do this for someone that wasn't very special to them. Especially with so little build up as to just walk across a room and sit beside that person. This whole time he was fondling her breast up to this point as well before finally releasing her and standing from the booth. His hands left her order's payment in his own hard earned currency without asking her for permission and he didn't seem to be in any mood for petty arguments concerning who should pay anyway. He did entertain himself with her body while she ate, and if anything, he figured he could make a good case for why he should pay regardless of whatever point someone else could raise.

"Come, Princess." He extended a hand, almost kicking himself for not approaching her in private in the first place. The mere fact that he didn't have a hand in her panties right now upsetted him in ways he didn't want to display, and he managed to hide from his ominous, confident expression. "We can spend our time 'recovering' together at my place. No one will disturb us there."
 
Before she had finished her ramen, she was having a hard time trying to finish her food without making a mess. Habiki was making that really hard, not that she minded what he was doing. In between him fingering her and fondling her left breast, it was a miracle she even finished eating at all. They were in their own little world right now, no one was bothering them at all. He was free to fondle and finger her in peace while she ate. As she finished, she heard wet sounds from where he was fingering her. She was just glad nobody was sitting close to them. Damn him for teasing her! The way he withdrew his hand from her pants and then sank his fingers into his mouth... It looked like he was sucking on those fingers like he was sucking on a lollipop! When he finally stopped fondling her, she was at the point where she was going to demand in private a second time that they go to a more private place. She raised her eyebrows when he left money in her palm. She took his hand after she paid for the food at the register. She made sure she had a normal appearance, and she spoke,"Yes, let's go." She knew they had a lot of stares from people watching them as they made their way back to the Uchiha compound. Uchiha and Hyuga members weren't frequently seen with each other. It never failed to amaze her how nosy people were.

The Uchiha compound was beautiful. The way she saw it's configuration, it was similar to how the Hyuga compound was laid out. Of course, she could confirm it with her Byakugan, but she knew better than to do that, figuring that the clan members wouldn't appreciate that sort of thing. He lead her to his part of the compound. It looked like a very grand home, grand and very much loved. And also very much deserted. They really wouldn't be disturbed. And so, once the door closed behind both of them, she immediately kicked off her shinobi sandals, and she excitedly made the Ram handsign. A puff of smoke flashed around her, and she used the Sexy Jutsu. She giggled naughtily, and spoke,"Sexy Jutsu!"
 
The Uchiha compound would resemble the Hyuga one fairly closely as their initial purposes were a lot the same. Not that they would line up perfectly or that anyone ever thought the Hyuga would need as close an eye on them as the Uchiha would, but those were practically ancient times compared to the world that Habiki and Aimi proudly set forth to fulfill their biological imperatives in. Even so, there was a good reason for those of practical mind to earn favor with the more normal, down to earth Uchiha to have them keep eyes on their so-called Prince. Even though they were of the same blood and bore the same honor code, Habiki was truthfully the only member that didn't seem ready to accept Sasuke alongside Naruto's position on the matter. One good reason. One right time. Habiki would do what he could to cleanse the name of his clan. Even if it would seem a little selfish if he was the only one looking for that outcome. His home was rather bold, large, and old compared to the others of the compound. It was rather traditional in architecture despite having numerous modern accommodations

Stepping past the front door had left them in a dark living room with a short table paired with pillows. A relatively unused kitchen to the left, and stairs off to the right. His eyes, burning with power as his mangekyou returned to life and examined her form, he smiled to her jutsu. There wasn't a noticeable raise in his excitement as he drew closer to her and wrapped his arms around her new sexy form. "There is... A number of questions I have about this." HIs reaction wasn't typical for that of males that fell prey to other sexy jutsu. Perhaps there was something rather lewd or mature that was missing to make it land properly on him? Or maybe her sexy jutsu in particular needed more practice? He didn't wanna make it obvious as he played with her for his own thrills. He was almost as evil as his eyes. "Question one: Is this transformation jutsu going to withstand my cock penetrating you?" He grinned, pressing his lips to her own as he presses her against the wall with his hips and his arms remained around her and only tightened. His broad chest, firm in his physique, was like a canvas for her generous and gorgeous breasts.
 
To be honest, Aimi wasn't too comfortable with using the Sexy Jutsu. This was her first time doing it in front of someone that wasn't on a mission with her. The technique did wonders to mess with people's minds. Lord Seventh taught it to the younger Hyuga members, both main and branch family, just to annoy Hiashi. She slyly turned back to normal, her appearance normalizing in a puff of smoke. She spoke, her voice cheeky,"Question Two, would it have mattered?" She hungrily accepted his kiss, thoroughly enjoying how his weight seemed to be fully on her as he pressed her against the wall. Her full bust pressed against his chest. In between kisses, she gasped out,"Question Three, who gets naked first?" She was still quite wet and aroused from earlier. A high like that did not go away easily or very quickly. She would give him whatever he wanted, since he had given her so much pleasure. If he gave her such a high from just his fingers, she wondered what he could do with his cock. She just could not wait to see what he was into. Her arms still free to a degree, she activated her Byakugan, stimulating his chakra points with her free fingers. She wasn't shutting his chakra points off, just getting them really active.
 
"Of course! The Sexy Jutsu wouldn't live up to my expectations if it can't survive a good dicking." He teased as he watched her eyes after their kiss, his hips pressing her against the wall over and over, making full use of her round lovely ass to make her almost bounce back off the wall slightly. His cock was rock hard through his pants and it's warmth radiated over her pelvis and her sex with such ease. He was engaged, and so very aroused that even a blind deaf woman could discover it from a short distance. Let alone an attentive incredibly sexually built highly trained intuitive ninja who seems to be biologically responding well to his body along with her Byakugan. Despite his expression displaying interest, he was entertained, what lay behind his skin for her powerful eyes would be signs of a man entranced. A man so deep in his needs that it should be surprising that he didn't already have her pinned and fucking her savagely over the short table. And here he was, teasing her and smiling for her. The moonlight gracing his skin so exotically that it paired well with his mangekyou and his black bangs. He briefly licked his lip as he felt her hands over his chakra points, feeling her intricate touch and tasting their kiss on his lips at the same time. "That's a good question." He answered her with his charm before leaning back just a bit.

With motions depicting his speed, the way his hands and powerful arms flew down the cold stone pebbles that served as buttons upon his black shirt should leave very little doubt that the regular eye would never catch this man weaving hand signs. His shirt was off almost the moment he began taking it off before returning to her and immediately occupying her hips with his own again. She was his, and body language showed it. With the moonlight now licking down his strong body, and even gracing his uchiha clan crest tattoo beneath the nape of his neck on his back, his manipulative hands began to roll down the waist of her panties and her pants to reveal her ass and sex to the air. His eyes was still on her's, his skin growing goosebumps to her touch that invigorated his chakra points. The mask of a man in charge, the face of man too powerful to fail, but behind the exterior he so masterfully weaved his lies into, he was ready to explode. Her eyes couldn't be deceived in this area, and he knew it, but he played like he was in total control anyway. "Let's get you out of those clothes. It isn't that cold in here."
 
Aimi laughed at his answer to what she called Question Two, his answer was amusing and arousing all at once. His body radiated heat, he was like a furnace. What was this called, what he was currently doing to her? Dry humping? It was driving her wild with desire, feeling how hard and hot he was through their lower clothes. He radiated sexuality, both in and out of clothes. Her nipples were quite stiff, once he got to that part of her body, she had no doubt he had fun playing with them. He was perfection, her opinion formed from earlier and the way the light of the moon snaked over his body. She smiled, he seemed to respond quite well to the way she was stimulating his chakra points. She wasn't sure if he'd go for it, but he seemed to like it thus far. He was so fast! It was almost as if in between her eye blinks, his shirt was on, and then off. Her heart rate was high, her cheeks flushed, the snake sage features began reappearing. Her eyes turned serpentine once again. As fast as he had his shirt off, and her hands were better roaming now, feeling the hard front of his body. She laughed, almost hissing now, he was fast with partially taking her lower clothes off, and she stripped them off as fast as she could, revealing her lower half fully nude to him. But she stripped off the rest of her clothes for him, revealing her fully nude body.

She had various scale patches on her body. She knew exactly what to do next. It took a bit of concentration, but she was able to make her fangs recede into her mouth Her tongue was like a snake's now. She unzipped the front of his pants, one eye on him to gauge his reaction, the other eye on her current task. Once his pants was unzipped, his hard erection sprang forth, covered only by his boxers. Covered or not, the length was incredible. She lowered his boxers just enough to free his cock. Her eyes, even in serpentine form, were quite wide. She had never seen a penis this large before. She had seen them before, an unfortunate side effect when one had the Byakugan, you could see many things that you really did not want to see. His penis was something she wanted, and so, with her snake tongue, forked, she began to lick up and down his length, her tongue teasing him as much as he had teased her earlier.
 
Her naked snake sage body couldn't be more unbelievably numbing to his reasoning. She was making him salivate, and if he weren't so in the zone and on the track to getting exactly what he wanted, he wouldn't be able to stop himself from unleashing the fullest extent of his own sage mode and looking for someone to bite into just to sooth the aching need he felt for her. He eyed down her form, her shape. And even if he were presented with just her outline he'd be aroused, filling it in with her own white skin and her breasts and her hips and wait awaits him beneath her belly button and between her thighs, and he couldn't help but lose himself gradually. His left hand nearly slammed into the wall to her right near her shoulder as his fingers curled towards his palm and his nails threatened to damage the wall in stark contrast to his smile and relaxed facial features. Maybe being a snake sage wouldn't have been so unsuited for Habiki as well, he seemed completely capable of deceiving the untrained eye no matter what state he was in. He'd relax his arm and let it drop back to his side as the Hyuga princess showed she can be a good girl in his eyes by getting to her knees before him. This sort of play always threatened to poke at the budding borderline personality disorders that the Uchiha prince may be accused of possessing from time to time, but he wasn't in the mood to care about that sort of problem as he eyed over the knew position she took. The way she knelt before him could have nearly been an ego trip and a half, but he had other things to think about as his eyes ran over what he could gather of her hips and her rear from above.

Next came her eyes as his hands took to the sides of her head and his thumbs traced the nearly scale-like altered skin of the sage mode sensually. He watched as she divided up her attention but training one eye on him and the other on his zipper as she unfastened it. He wondered silently how she'd look if he could make her experience multiple mind altering orgasms simultaneously. Just what could these wild eyes do? Her physical response to getting his huge fat length to flop out fully erect in the immediate vicinity of her face made him laugh softly as he continued to gently stroke her scales with the sides of his thumbs and he held her head. At first, her forked tongue licks along his shaft had been entertaining enough to capture the fragile inkling that used to be his patience. But, as the thrill of her touches over his chakra points faded gently, he couldn't really keep himself as a relaxed bystander in this situation.

Taking his right hand from the left side of her head, he gripped his pulsing and thick and nearly purple with arousal cock into his big hand and pressed his cockhead to her lips and pushed until the back of her head was against the wall. The scent of his virile precum filled the air as all of his flavors magnified at his brutally thick cockhead upon her lips. The sticky hot dribbles over her lips as he grinned widely with his narrowed mangekyou eyes trained upon her. "Do they teach obedience to young Hyuga women? Or is this all special, just for me?" He teased with his voice slightly harsh at the hints of the nature chakra that threatened to twist his features into his sage mod. He fought it, though. Even if it were nearly impossible to fight off forever with her touches and his arousal. "You know... I was thinking. Perhaps that forked tongue isn't the only immediately intensely sexual benefit to that Sage Mode of yours." He pushed forward past her lips into her mouth with his fierce length length, so wide around that it'd be a difficult treat to even suckle on the tip of it for normal women of Aimi's size. He didn't stop there, or give her much time to react. Once his cock head was past her lips and his cock was lined up like a golf ball awaiting what was next upon the tee, he took her head with his hand again, and his fingers ran through her hair before he held her firm within his manly hands.

One firm thrust with the strength of his firm body pushed his cock deeper past her lips than would ever be healthy or pleasant for any normal woman, forcing himself to the base with his large balls pressing at almost melting temperatures to the bulge his cock made in her throat. "keep those eyes on me." His harsh, darker, deep voice reached out to her despite his features remaining largely the same. He smiled to her like she was a caffeine addict and she was his steaming perfect cup of coffee on his bed side table waiting for him as his eyes crept open to start the day. But, his voice and his body were like a hungry labor animal hunched over a prized well-bred properly groomed female's rear. He wanted to feel every single way her body enveloped his meaty unnatural member, ever damn inch of his pulsing needy cock. And just as he was satisfied with the initial penetration, giving her just a moment to try and breathe through her nose, he'd pull back half of his cock, nearly six raw inches of rock-hard member. Even at this impressive amount of cock being pulled out of her, he was still in her throat and he wouldn't give her a moment of rest before thrusting again. Every single time he'd stop just before her nose could be made to experience displeasure against his groin, but his balls gave the bulge in her throat a pounding that he was sure she could get used to. She was a big bad ninja girl, after all. His prize, his soon to be bride, the one meant to be the sole recipient of his virile seed, was now his sex toy on her knees before him. And with the way he fucked her throat without so much as waiting to check on her, he displayed his ability to read the situation between the lines quite expertly. Again and again, like he was going for his first nut, but it didn't seem like he was slowing down anytime soon. Faster, harder, he used his hands on her head to keep her from getting it banged on the wall as he fucked her throat and even kept her head angled so he could watch her face. His cock tip lathered her throat with his pre, it was so hot and thick with sperm ready to give her countless babies in her womb, and his swollen balls against her throat was so full that he oozed this pre freely without a sign of running out soon.
 
She kept teasing his length with her delicate serpentine tongue, she could 'taste' the air as it were when she was like this. In Sage Mode, or even in a partial transformation, her senses were totally different than when she was in a normal form. As she teased his length, she could feel his approval, sense how much he enjoyed her bared before him, sense how much he enjoyed her being on her knees being obedient to him. His left hand moved quickly from what her Byakugan saw, the one that wasn't trained on her current task. Then the whole left arm relaxed. She wondered what would have happened if he hadn't relaxed his arm. Her eyes were wide upon feeling his strong hands on her head. It felt pretty soothing to her as he carefully traced the scales that formed near her eyes, making them flutter. It was like even the most minute movements of his turned her on, she was completely where he wanted her to be. Both of her eyes were trained fully on his cock when he pressed the impressively sized head to her full, lush, cock sucking lips. She licked her lips at feeling his precum dribble down. Did this mean he was ready to climax, dribbling pre so hard as he was right now? Even if she wanted to escape, she was backed up against the wall, she couldn't go anywhere.

He was teasing her so hard right now, teasing her over her obedience. She teased his tip for a second with her tongue before it disappeared back into her mouth, and she spoke,"You are a special one, you're a Prince, this is all for you." She could see the fluctuations in his chakra, and she gently spoke, but her voice was full of want,"Don't fight it, let out your Sage Mode, even for a little bit like I'm doing now." She opened her mouth wide to accept his length into her mouth and throat, taking in a good breath before hand. To her, it was no less than a fucking miracle he was even able to fit in her mouth. But now, her eyes were fully trained on his face, she was gauging his reaction to how she was doing with oral pleasure. As his length sank deeper into her, she tried to move her delicate tongue as much as she possibly could around his length, still trying to please him with her tongue. She wanted him to enjoy being in her. She wanted to taste him cum once he blew his load inside of her mouth. She knew her mouth and throat, just her whole face in general, would be very sore later on, but she didn't care. She was needing this face fucking very badly. She was glad he was using her body to pleasure himself! This was the man that she wanted to marry, to fuck every night, to fuck after every mission. He would be hers, and she would be his.
 
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He tried to contemplate her words as he plunged his cock into her throat with her lips, mouth and tongue enveloping and pleasuring him so thoroughly. His hips moving without pause, without concern for whether she could take his size and might, this Uchiha prince had grown almost used to the idea that this woman was more durable than she appeared. She had Sage Mode, after all. And he did wonder if being a snake sage would lend her a little additional flexibility in this fashion. Snakes could swallow things wider than their own body! Maybe she just hasn't had the chance to practice this particular side of being a snake sage? Habiki had access to any imaginable utility being a bat would provide, and a whole mess of more unexpected abilities. He'd continue holding the back of her head, feeling her tongue lather along his cock whenever she found the room inside her mouth full of his cock, fucking away at her mouth with large balls at her throat adding to the plentiful lewd sounds he made face fucking her.

"You want to see that?" He finally asked, almost as if she actually still had access to her words or the ability to move her head at all. For most men, maybe she'd probably still be able to move her head side to side or up and down. But, with Habiki, his throbbing length clearly threatened to be too big for the snake sage Aimi. He pondered to himself, around the sloshing sounds of her lathered saliva being used as lube to fuck her throat and the sound of their flesh bouncing against each other over her throat, if the should take all of his as a compliment or be a little concerned. Surely she'd be okay, right? She was a prodigy, herself. Blood loss, severe physical damage, and relentless genjutsu assault shouldn't be enough to drop this prize of woman he had fully undressed on her knees servicing him as he bucked his hips indiscriminately. She had to be in the neighborhood of being as durable as he was, he just didn't imagine she was anywhere near as delicate as her soft skin and immense beauty suggested. Besides, her back had to be good to support her large breasts that he eyed over as he noticed the liquids of mixed precum and her saliva that he's thoroughly mixed with his pole in her mouth now attempted to glaze them. "It's a little different than you might expect." His face relayed a mild concern as his smile faded. The look on his face spelled a different man than the fingers in her hair and his fat cock that rammed into her thanks to his rigorous hips that could probably knock over a horse.

"Very well. " He finally smiled, closing his eyes. The air around them changed in ways that normal people couldn't possibly comprehend. Slowly, his hair grew longer as the black faded to a nearly silver glistening grey. The black eye brows that used to add an additional framing to his immensely unusual and unique eyes now began to grow slightly as they interweaved and sharpened to a point before growing outward on the outersides. The area where the eyebrows were remained on his skin like normal, but this slight extension raised off his skin like fur as a smokey black color enboldened under his eye lashes. Along with his sharpening points to his ears that also grew, His nose changed slightly with something of a slight crinkle over the bridge and his nostril shape changed just slightly. Opening his eyes revealed a thin white wall of what might have been incredibly thin skin that could be barely seen through. The whites of his eye had grown a blackish brown and his mangekyou pattern couldn't be fully clearly visible despite the red glow highlighting it's position. His voice was different, darker and slightly deeper with a slight sing-song echo on the end of each of his words. "Seeing things through two senses simultaneously can be a little... disorienting." He tried to be a little humorous as he never stopped pounding at the depths of his throat with his rod during this time. Though, once he did finish the transformation, he pulled back until his cock finally released from her tight throat and lovely mouth. His meat hovered over her face glazed by their juices as his sperm continued to trickle at the tip and glisten and paint the air's scent with his virile male scent. As his hands left her head, black fur like cuffs could be seen around his wrists along with sharp black claws inplace of the tips of his fingers.

Despite all of this, the red of his hair never changed color despite growing also growing in length like the rest of his hair.
 
As she continued to give him sweet, blissful oral, she let her Snake Sage form take over more. Scales started blossoming all over her body, forming all over her. Her hands were free, and she snaked them upwards to his ass, and held his ass cheeks. He would feel sharp nails over her soft, scaly fingers. She hadn't tried this in a very long time, but she managed to open her mouth further, allowing her to more easily take his cock in her mouth. She didn't do this with her jaws frequently, it made her whole mouth super sore whenever she did it for whatever reason, legitimate or silly. The filthy sounds that were made from his vicious face fucking of her aroused her further, literally making her drip with desire. When he asked her, almost as if he was surprised that she asked, if she wanted to see his Bat Sage form, she carefully nodded her head without dislodging his cock from her mouth and throat. She was very happily servicing him, knowing that this was the first night of many more to come of raw fucking and sweet love making, and she wanted to enjoy so many more of those nights. She was happily licking his length as much as she could, hoping her delicate serpentine tongue was doing its job.

Then the air in the house changed. It was dead at first, but then it took on a different feel. Cold, almost. It was a neutral lukewarm before, but it was now cold. He was perfection incarnate before, but now, he transcended that to become something even more, and she loved the transformations she saw on his body. She sighed contentment when he pulled his massive rod out of her slutty throat, strands of her saliva and his precum still attached to her lips. Then she licked her lips. She slowly stood up, giving him more of a view of her Snake Sage Body. She looked very serpentine right now. She spoke, her Ss rolling like they did earlier,"Handsssssssome. You are perfectly handsssssssome, Habiki-sssssssenpai." She most certainly approved of how he looked. If he could smell her right now, she had the scent of a woman in heat, of a woman ready to be bred. She wanted her Prince to continue using her body for his pleasure.
 
Her licks along his cock with her serpentine tongue was most certainly pleasurable for the evil eyed bat sage that towered over her like this. If he were even a shred more innocent she'd have him moan and groan in pleasure at just this sort of stimulation. For him, though, it'd take the rich sensation of the tension of an orgasm on the cusp of escaping him to make him quiver and make those sounds. He was far more manly than he needed to be, and perhaps this may have even been to the detriment of his partner's pleasure. Any additional sign to tell her she was doing a wonderful job pleasuring her man would probably have been better than his sharp eyes peering down to her from below his newly silvered hair and wild sharp eyebrows, through the pale thin membrane over his eyes and the black that's consumed the white that used to surround his sharingan. Once she stood up, the strands of saliva pulling until they broke and simply hung from her slutty lips for his amusement. Even the rolling sounds to her voice thanks to her transformation enraptured him. Something about being her Senpai warmed his wicked heart. But it was undoubtedly her lewd scent that kept him in this inferno of a rut to breed her with every last drop of stamina and every waking second he can muster. It was all of these factors combined, and he showed it in his eyes that glowed despite the obstruction, that he wanted to fuck her long past the point when she'd be momentarily brain dead. He wanted to see what things he could make her eyes do with his virile beastly cock in her sensitive, tight, wet holes.

He leaned into her for a moment with both of his large hands on her lips and with his forehead firmly up against her own. His body pressed to her smaller, softer one. His more firm skin and sturdy bulkier frame gave him plenty of surface area to enjoy her plush breasts, thick breeding hips, and her numerous patches of scales. His own tongue quickly licked up the saliva around her chin as he watched her eyes so closely, forcing her to feel his strength as he pressed her up into the wall with his grip on her hips growing more and more unprotestable. He'd hold her like this, force her in a position like this, look down on her like this to engrave a singular point. She was his in all dimensions. This relationship didn't include anything less than his complete domination of her and his body language, the way he surrounded her with his presence was meant to drive that point home in such a manor orders of multitudes more powerful than any combination of words could possibly do so. In a way, with his body and his demand of the very nature chakra that surrounded them and enabled their sage mode, he was almost writing a genjutsu into her heart and body that further demanded her obedience. His eyes blinked just a moment, and in that blink, the membrane followed his eye lids to reveal the fullest extent of his unmatched eyes in their raw devilish intent. He smiled so sharply that it accentuated his strong facial features that made him handsome even when he was normally brooding, his fangs showing as he did this.

Breaking this sort of domineering animalistic behavior, he stepped back and took her plump rear at it's bottom-center with his very accommodating massive right hand. Squishing and fondling her ass as he guided her to lean or even almost lay into his shoulder, collar and rock hard reliable chest. He'd guide her like this, directing initially with his chest, but keeping her on him and steering her with him with his giant greedy right hand on her ass. "It's time to make you a mother, Aimi. You'll bear my seed." He darkly commanded as he took her through the house with a little haste. But, any additional time to spend groping her perfect ass wasn't something he'd complain about either.
 
Now that she wasn't orally pleasuring Habiki's monster cock, she could let her fangs out again. To be honest, she never liked retracting her fangs. She preferred having them in full view for everyone to see. If they didn't like it, that was their problem, not hers. When she had announced to her clan all those years ago she had gotten Sage Mode, everyone was so freaking happy, the elders were proclaiming that the stronger the Hyuga got in anyway, the stronger the next generation could and would be. Ever since then, the pressure to perform, to succeed, it was so maddening, even though always going forwards was part of her nature. She enjoyed how he leaned into her, putting his weight into it. He was showing his superiority, his dominance again, and she liked that. Her soft breasts were pressed against his very chiseled front, and she squeaked in delight when he so happily licked the saliva around her mouth. Was he going to fuck her right here against this wall? The way he was pressing his body against her own suggested that he was going to. Fucking her breeding hole would be no problem, not with how wet she was, sliding inside of her wouldn't be too hard. She wondered why he had stepped back, wondering if she had done something wrong, but her fears were soothed when he began to fondle her very gifted rear. She was smirking as he guided her in a very perverted manner to an unknown room in this house. She slyly spoke,"Sssssurprissssing to know that our clans have never intermarried before. Niccccccce that we will be the firsssssst."
 
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