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Thread: Uchiha and Hyuga Rising (Naomi David x Viktoff Samson)

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.
Thread: Uchiha and Hyuga Rising (Naomi David x Viktoff Samson)

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. Last edited Aug 4, 2018
Thread: Uchiha and Hyuga Rising (Naomi David x Viktoff Samson)

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.
Thread: Uchiha and Hyuga Rising (Naomi David x Viktoff Samson)

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.
Thread: A Slav's American Beauty (Procyonix/Iridel)

Sarah Walters was at her wit's end. Not only is she just done five photo shoots, three interviews, and a charity event, she was also elbows deep in planning what would be the wedding event of the spring. And she was doing it all with a picture perfect smile on her face. Stress had been a constant in her life since she reached the age where it stopped being cute to say whatever popped in your head. Over the years she'd had plenty of coping strategies that were legal, private, and didn't stray so far off the beaten path to make her seem liberal. That last bit had been important for her father's image as a strong conservative. But all the meditating, bullet journaling, cross stitch, paint by number, and organizing her things could alleviate the stress of this week. Not when her fiance, an up and coming senator by the name of Daniel Vickers, still had one more photo op that week at a local shelter, she herself was due for an interview on some women's talkshow, and countless meetings for dress fittings, catering plans, and scoping venues. As a result she hadn't been sleeping, and had been using makeup to hide the bags under her eyes will popping Advil like candy for her headache. It wasn't sustainable, and she'd been complaining to a close friend who jokingly offered the suggestion, You should try weed. At the time they'd laughed it off together, but the idea hadn't left Sarah. All the Googling she'd done suggested that it wasn't harmful, wasn't actually addictive, and more importantly would help her relax enough to sleep. This week was just the one to finally push her to it. There was no missing she'd never done this before. Her attempts to find the dealer had been clumsy and amatuerish, and she'd shown up that night clearly jumpy and worried about being caught. She swapped the money for the little baggie of green buds and practically fled back to her car and relative safety. As far as she knew no one had seen her. But just as importantly, after smoking a bowl she was able to finally fucking sleep.
Thread: A Slav's American Beauty (Procyonix/Iridel)

She got the letter the next morning and her heart sank. Fingers trembling she read and reread the note. Sarah knew she couldn't let this get out. It would ruin her father, it would ruin her fiance, and it would ruin her . No, this couldn't get out. She'd have to do as they said. Of course she knew one meeting wouldn't be it. They'd want more than just to have a little chat by the Lincoln Memorial. But what would that more be? Money? She could give them that. Maybe she'd bring some with her just in case. To show she was willing to work with them and get this swept under the rug just as quickly as possible. For now, all she could do was burn the note and the image, construct her excuse for the night, and continue with her day. Yes. That's what she'd do. Two hours later she was touring wedding venues on Daniel's arm like nothing was wrong. Somehow she managed to hide the fact that inside she was panicked and worrying over the little meeting that night, and not only kept up with the conversation but managed to add insight and opinions the whole while. Her entire day continued that way, and she went through more Advil than she usually did in a day as a constant headache made her head pound. At the very least it gave her an excuse to call off activities that night. It was harder to say where she'd go, but eventually got them convinced she was just going to take a quiet night drive. Alone. More assurances she was fine, and that yes she was sure she didn't want Daniel to come with her. Sarah arrived at sundown just as instructed in a little black cocktail dress , her hair pulled into a neat bun at the nape of her neck, and her makeup done to look natural. Pulling up to the Lincoln Memorial she got out, smoothing the skirt of her dress to expend her nervous energy before taking a couple Advil for the still persisting headache. Away from the cameras she didn't hide how stressed and nervous she was. It showed in the tired way her shoulders slumped ever so slightly, and how she brought her hand up to slide it through her hair only to lower it as she remembered it was put up. Well manicured nails drummed against the hood of her car briefly before she checked her purse again for the money she'd pulled. 500 was a start. It should at least be enough to show her cooperation even if it obviously wouldn't be enough to buy silence. Now for her blackmailer to show his or her face.
Thread: A Slav's American Beauty (Procyonix/Iridel)

Holding a picture of the senator's daughter, the man charged with bringing her in made certain that he girl he spotted in the black dress was her. With that mane of red hair and the beauty she had, how could she be anyone else after all? Watching her for twenty minutes to make sure she was alone, he walked up to her from behind, sliding his arm in hers as if they were old friends. Ah, sorry I'm late, he told her in a voice that would sound just like an old friend. Quieter for only her ears, he explained, My orders were to make sure you came alone as required. This way, please. While he was forceful, he was polite and nondescript to a fault. He looked just like thirty million other millennial men in cut an style, and his features were bland. Dark brown hair and dull blue eyes topped him off as he lead her to his car. Helping her in the backseat, he got in to drive. Ten minutes later they were on the Beltway and leaving DC. After another ten minutes, they reentered the city from the opposite end, before crossing over to Virginia. Once there, he pulled up to a boat launch on the Potomac, and helped her out of the car. End of the line for me, Miss Walters. Down those steps is your next contact. Be safe. he tipped his cap as if he wasn't working for a blackmailer and taken her to a dead drop location. The next contact was more unique at least, a man of about thirty with a shaved head and a small soul patch. His eyes were anything but dull, in a dark grey. Dressed in a windbreaker her helped her onboard a small boat. Another ten minutes later, and the boat pulled up alongside of a large cabin cruiser. A tall man with salt and pepper hair and beard met her at the stairs as she was helped up on deck. Tall and darkly handsome, Yuri had the sorts of looks most women liked. His eyes were intense and always seemed to fix on the person he was speaking to eye to eye. His upper body was covered in tattoos. Wearing an open neck shirt and white cotton slacks, he looked totally opposite her dressed up look. Welcome, Sarah. I've been waiting for you. Welcome to international waters. Right now, you are in no country, just open water. Are you hungry? I have some fine seafood and a bottle of Moet Chandon in he cabin below. We can talk while we eat. My name is Yuri, and I am very pleased to meet you. The accent was evident, but his voice was charming as was his smile. Boat
Thread: A Slav's American Beauty (Procyonix/Iridel)

She saw him coming, but hadn't expected him to show the familiarity he did as his arm slipped through hers. Sarah got ready to offer the money when he explained he was only there to make sure she'd come alone, and to take her to the next contact. The whole ride she was anxious, one leg bouncing as she stared out the window and took deep breaths to center herself. She didn't like the fact that they were driving away from the initial meeting place, and once or twice she considered taking out her phone and turning it on. But the sense of security gained from doing so might risk the chance that the picture would be circulated, so she never did. She went from a car to a boat, and from the boat to a yacht that looked like something she would be sipping martinis on at brunch with her carefully selected group of friends. Whoever this was, Sarah had a feeling money wouldn't make them go away. On board was a man clearly older than her own 23 years of age. He was handsome, and his name and accent marked him as Russian. The fact he was clean cut and clearly wealthy eased some of her nervousness. She'd been expecting someone looking for drug money, or something similar. This was clearly not that. Yuri had money of his own obviously, and thus far he was the perfect gentleman. That didn't mean she relaxed entirely though. He'd still brought her here under threat of blackmail. But years of having to smile and be polite despite any nerves or uncertainty kicked in and she offered him a smile. It was a little tense, and a little tight, but it was polite. I wish I could say the same Yuri, but I will take you up on your offer of food. Her tone was polite even it held the same terseness born of anxiety that her smile did. The fingers curled around the strap of her purse tightened ever so slightly as she followed him down below deck. Sarah could feel her heart pounding in her chest and she was mentally berating herself for being so foolish as to buy that baggy of weed. She should have gotten something else. Melatonin maybe. At least that was fucking legal. She wanted to ask him what he wanted of her, try to end it quickly. But she didn't want to risk angering him even more. As clean cut and wealthy he appeared to be, Sarah could sense he was still a dangerous man.
Thread: A Slav's American Beauty (Procyonix/Iridel)

Yuri smiled at her, not expecting her to be happy to be here after all. He was blackmailing her. But that would change, he was certain, in time. But like any other plan, it required the ground work. She was smart, he had done his research. The model daughter, but clearly not entirely. After all, likely the stress of being the model daughter was what had led her to his doorstep inadvertently. Something he was rather fond of. Sure this was about revenge on her father for the years he had taken away. But the idea of turning his daughter into his personal whore was appealing. And would be even if she wasn't her father's only child. She was a breathtaking woman. And what red blooded Russian didn't want to fuck an American Redhead? Their countries had hated one another so long that it was almost second nature even today for many. Fortunately for his job, he never truly hated Americans growing up, though he did blame them for destroying his world. But that was why he sold their youth drugs, to fuck their world. Once at the dinning table in his cabin, he poured the champagne for her then himself. I imagine you have questions. Are likely outraged about this even. And I'd be lying if I said I would feel any different if the tables were reversed, he started the conversation. One of his crew brought out salads with dressing and shrimp cocktail. Once the man was gone again, he continued, I can't imagine being your father's daughter is easy. I completely understand why you bought the marijuana, if that helps. But your father and I, well, let's just say we have a history. So I can appreciate how hard your life must be behind all the smiles. Is he still the same narcissistic arrogant bastard he was twenty years ago? But I want to be clear, while this is about your father to some degree, you wouldn't be here if it was only about him. I would have simply leaked the photo and destroyed you in the process. But you deserve better treatment than that, even for being your father's daughter. The sins of the father and all that is all well and good, but a beautiful young woman like you, well, you deserve more. Don't you agree? The way he looked at her likely told her exactly what he wanted from her in that moment, as he made no effort to conceal his desire.
Thread: A Slav's American Beauty (Procyonix/Iridel)

The fact that this was about her father was a no-brainer. Sarah had given him the perfect bomb to drop on Senator Walters' campaign. It was, however, a surprise that Yuri knew him well enough to know the sort of man he was. But she didn't wholly trust the sympathy he offered. Not when he looked at her with such obvious want. If you know him, then you know I can neither confirm nor deny the statement he's a bastard, she replied smoothly, It's bad enough you have that photo. I don't think you'd need evidence of me slandering him to add to it. And yet she hadn't defended the man. More importantly, even though her gaze was still wary there was a hint of curiosity. She was the wealthy daughter of a senator, about to marry a soon to be senator. What more could he offer her? Sarah didn't need his money. I will agree however, that I shouldn't be smeared because of my father's choices, she continued, Is that what you're hoping to gain then? Something more damning than his daughter buying pot? The attempt to draw more information without giving any wasn't well disguised. There was no need to pretend she was being cautious. They both knew where things stood.
Thread: A Slav's American Beauty (Procyonix/Iridel)

She didn't need to say anything for him to know his questions hit home. Her gaze fell away from his and her lips pursed slightly as though she had considered denying those claims. But she remained silent, hearing him out on his offer. In the silence that met his question Sarah was thinking. His offer was tempting. She'd be lying to say it wasn't. Even though Yuri was old enough to be her father himself he was a handsome man, and he was offering her freedom. Now wasn't that ironic? A Russian offering freedom to an American. But she knew better than to blindly accept. She liked what he placed on the table, and certainly wanted to have more of a say in her life, but she hardly knew him. Accepting fully right then would be foolish. How about this, she said finally, lifting her gaze to look back at him as she steepled her fingers, You give me one week to make a final decision. During that week I'll be yours and you show me what it is you're offering. It's one thing to make a promise, and another to keep it. Leaning back in her seat she crossed one leg over the other and smoothed the skirt of her dress. I'm sure you'll understand when I add that discretion will be incredibly important?