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Tuesday, June 4, 2019

{DF} High Priestess Cecilia ~ Chapter 3

Chapter 3
Arzad the Mad

        Cecilia was excited to visit Braconnier once more. She'd been away for much longer than usual and had become homesick. She missed her parents and the small village they lived in. Of course, she would be in town strictly on business, but that didn't mean she couldn't pay them a quick visit. She and her new jester companion sped through the industrial Kingdom of Araignée as fast as they could. Cecilia, being half Amazonian, couldn't stand the smell of pollution. Why anyone would want to live in a place where the trees were replaced with skyscrapers of twisted steel was beyond her. 

        As they entered the overgrown Kingdom of Braconnier, Cecilia felt herself at ease. Araignée was one of the main reasons she joined up with demons. While her home was once twice the size it is now, the growth of industry stunted Braconnier. The forests along the borders began to shrivel and die, forcing its inhabitants to move deeper into the Kingdom. At one time, each race of Braconnier kept to itself, forming their own tribes with their own customs. Slowly, they got pushed together, closer and closer, until they simply had to share what little inhabitable land was left.

        The Gnomes joined the tribe of Amazonians, which is how Cecilia came to be. Most notably, however, is the merging of the three Elven tribes. While most couldn't tell you the difference between a wood elf, a dark elf, and a high elf's customs, they are drastically different. At least, they were. Now with the three tribes squeezed together, their cultures have mixed. Only the oldest of the elves would be able to tell you which piece of history, celebration, and ritual belongs to which tribe. Meanwhile, the orc tribe has completely left their forest home to wage war on humans.

        Cecilia was reminded of all of this after meeting up with her imp trio as they walked through an Elven village. The people looked miserable, shuffling their feet as they walked through the village. Dark elves, their faces painted with various designs, glare at the wood elves. Wood elves, who hail themselves as protectors of the forest, sneer at the high elves. High elves, which claim to commune directly with the gods, look down their noses at the dark elves. Cecilia can't help but wonder how different everything would be if the orcs had just stayed. Surely the elves wouldn't mind having to live with one another, so long as there was an orcish body for them to worship. Deviants.

        She listens to the terse greetings the elves exchange as they pass each other.  "Sister. Sister. Brother." The Amazon would never understand why elves greet each other in such a way. She wondered if they continued to call their spouse 'sister' or 'brother'. Surely they wouldn't, but Elven ways were completely foreign to her. She couldn't stand and stare forever though. She needed to meet with a fellow priestess before getting to head home. Though Cecilia didn't quite know where her ally in demonic arts was, all the Amazon could really do was wander around the Elven compound.

        The actual ground of the forest was barely touched. A few stalls here and there for merchants to sell to the travelers, but not much else. Up above, sprawling across the forest's canopy, was a large village. Walkways swing back and forth, suspended by hemp fiber rope and made of thin wooden slats. Slats that definitely wouldn't support the weight of an Amazon. The buildings are round, their roofs coming to a sharp point and their walls covered in windows of various sizes. The windows, of course, didn't have glass in them, but large palm leaves, which hang like curtains over the many openings.

        Tugging her hood atop her head, Cecilia began climbing one of the winding staircases that wrapped around a particularly large tree and led up to the little village. The Elves tossed strange looks her way, wondering what a woman of her stature could possibly doing so far off the ground. Once they see the three small imps trailing behind her, however, they kept their judgmental eyes to themselves and moved as far from the woman as they possibly could. To get too close to a woman like Cecilia was bad luck as far as the Elves were concerned.

        Cecilia didn't seem to mind the extra space she was given. It gave her plenty room to breathe as her eyes scanned the surrounding structures. It looked as if she was in their market, a less than impressive collection of stalls, as well as a few shops carved into some of the larger trees. None of which looked quite demonic enough for her friend to be stowed away in. She looks to Jessie the cheerful jester. Jessie's eyes are wide, lips slightly parted as she gazes around the Elven village with awe. She'd never seen something so grand in her life. They way these Elves lived looked to be from a fairy tale!

        "Jessie," Cecilia hums, placing a large hand upon the jester's head. Jessie turns, tilting her head back as she looks up at her Amazonian mistress. "You're quite light on your feet, no? Could probably make it across these bridges without a problem. Be a doll and cross to that platform." Cecilia points and Jessie's eyes follow her finger. "Ask for Vanya of the Flame. Tell her it is I looking for her." Chatter in the market stops as Vanya's name is uttered. The already tense Elves grow even more uneasy. Jessie doesn't seem to notice such things, and Cecilia doesn't seem to care about such things.

        The Jester nods enthusiastically, excited to help the Priestess she serves under. She ducks out of Cecilia's grip and prances across the market towards the swaying bridge. Across the way is a shady platform. Not a drop of sunlight makes it through the tightly woven canopy above to the ebony wood that makes up the floor of this platform. Instead, torches as tall as Cecilia herself encircle the perimeter, crackling with flame that glows a curious green. In the center is a small home, its walls devoid of windows. This sinister little abode is the only in all of the Elven village made of stone. Porous slabs of granite crafted into rounded walls and towered high up, the roof poking through the canopy. 

        Cecilia approaches behind Jessie, but stops before the bridge, not daring risk those weak slats. Jessie rubs her hands together, bending her nimble fingers back for a satisfying crack of her knuckles. She takes hold of one of the suspending ropes and kicks off the ground. Her feet point to the sky as she goes upside down. Her back bends and bends and bends some more to an angle that Cecilia could never even imagine achieving. The Jester's round rear end presses to her shoulder blades for a moment as her feet find the rope and she quickly rights herself, standing lightly atop the thin line suspending the bridge. It seems as if Jessie didn't trust those slats either.

        She quickly scampers across the rope, hopping down on the ebony platform at the other side. Turning to face Cecilia and her imps, Jessie offers a small bow. Gniz's hands applaud quickly, as she gasps, gazing at Julla with a huge smile. A small grin comes to Cecilia's lips as she offers a much calmer, gentle clap for her assistant. Satisfied with the fanfare, Jessie rights herself and turns towards the poorly lit tower. Now that she stood upon the same platform as it, she found herself intimidated by its sinister presence. Gulping down a mouthful of fear, she approaches the door slowly and raps her knuckles upon the dry wood.

        The door swings open with a violent crack upon the interior wall of the tower. Out comes a hunched over imp, a nasty look in his eye, as he only had one. The other was squeezed shut, a long pink scar running down his cheek. His blue skin was dim, closer to a gray than the brilliant sapphire that Julla was. From his rear sprung a long pointed tail, a large chunk missing from the triangle crown at the end. "Whatchu want!?" He snarled, voice raspy as he waved a crooked stick that served as his cane at Jessie. Jessie leaps back, startled by this little creature.

        "Ah, uh, I," She gasps, eyelids fluttering with a series of blinks. "I'm looking for Vanya of the Flame."

        "You is? You who?" The imp grunts, waving his stick once more, the end threatening to wack Jessie upon the nose.

        "Me? Not me, my mistress you see! That's right, she's High Priestess Cecilia! She is, she is!" Jessie belts out, face red, hands shaking by her sides. The imp repeats the name to himself, leaning over and looking passed Jessie's long legs. His eye shoots open and his posture straightens for a moment before reverting back to its natural hunch as the imp nearly leaps out of his skin. He turns and quickly waddles into the tower. Jessie holds her hands behind her back, leaning forward as she peers into the dark doorway.

        A quiet hum fills the air, the bridge beginning to shake and swing. The thin slats quake, slowly glowing a deeper and deeper purple until they become the ebony tone of the tower's platform. They raise up and go still, humming quietly, inviting the Amazonian and her trio across. Satisfied, Cecilia steps forward, making her way slowly across. And, as Xen trails behind, the last one across, they fall back into the usual place and return to the dull brown color they once were.

        As Cecilia approaches, a priestess exits her tower with an imp trio of her own. Along with her three imps, is a fourth, the old grumpy imp who'd answered the door. The woman, who could only be this 'Vanya of the Flame', stands at a peculiar height. As Jessie gazes upon her, she could swear that one moment she's taller than the mysterious priestess, yet the next she's shorter. Knitting her blonde brow she runs her eyes over Vanya, taking a moment to inspect her. As those curious eyes run over Vanya, Cecilia reaches out a hand, which her fellow priestess gladly takes, each offering the other a gentle squeeze. Jessie's eyes rest on Vanya's feet.

        They don't sit flat upon the ground, as everyone else's do. Instead that hang, toes pointing to the earth, like a ballerina mid-pirouette. Below them is a warm orange glow, which grows as they bob up and down through the cool jungle air. It seemed Vanya could levitate, a feat Jessie had never been allowed to lay her eyes upon. The Jester gasped and looked up at the priestess with stars in her eyes. Perhaps this was something she could learn! Surely Vanya could only do so because of her dealings with the unholy, no?

        A small smile came to the priestess' thin lips, a sparkle in her amber eyes. Vanya was truly like nothing the simple jester had ever seen. Though common in places like Braconnier and Rouge, Tieflings didn't frequent the less-than humble kingdom of Ombre, where Jessie hailed from. Her skin was darker, darker even than Cecilia's who had a tone of caramel kissed by the suns' rays. Vanya was a deep shade of red, a color between maroon and violet. Her skin shone as if it were coated in melted wax, glinting in the green glow of the flames that encircle the platform. Upon her head are a pair of long horns, which reach to either side before twisting towards the skies. 

        Vanya reaches out, just as Cecilia had moments before. Now was the Amazon's turn to take the Tiefling's hand and once again they offered one another a gentle squeeze. Vanya brought Cecilia's hand to her lips and Cecilia, Vanya's to her own. The pair offered a kiss to the back of their friend's hand. "Sister," They say in unison, each acknowledging the other as an equal. Their imps, however, didn't give such pleasantries. Instead they glared, each serving under a different Demon Lord, hoping that their Lord will be the one to rule this mortal realm. 

        "You're simply glowing, Vanya," Cecilia chuckles, taking a moment to look over her friend's magnificent body. Though the Amazon preferred the touch of a demon over all else, Tieflings weren't all that far from the unholy lovers she so craved. In appearance at the very least. If any Tiefling could convince the priestess to spend some time in their bed, it'd be Vanya of the Flame.

        "And you as well!" Vanya offers back. "Tell me, dear Sister, is it true what they say? Has Onok chosen you to mother his child?" Cecilia smiles a kind smile, drawing her friend's hand to her still flat and toned stomach. Vanya breathes deeply, feeling the power which bubbles within Cecilia's womb. The Priestess exhales, a smile coming to her lips. "My, my, how exciting!" She whispers, rubbing Cecilia's toned stomach gently. "Now then, I suppose you're here to retrieve what you left with me, oh so long ago?"

        One of her imps, a small green thing, holds up an orb shaped object. A black velour cloth rests atop it, obscuring the world from looking upon it. The imp offers it to Vanya, who picks it up with both hands, the thing as large as a human skull. Vanya holds it out and Cecilia easily palms it, slipping it into her bag. "Many thanks, Sister Vanya. I wish I could stay for even a drop of tea, but I really must be on my way. Little Jessie's vows took an extra day to perform and I do hate to keep Master Arzad waiting." The tiefling chuckles and comes forward, laying a kiss on Cecilia's lips.

        "Do come back soon," She whispers in her fellow priestess' ear. "I'm sure /my/ Master would enjoy having you to himself for a night or two, no?" He hand slides up Cecilia's stomach and steals a squeeze of her ample bust. Cecilia chuckles and nods, giving Vanya's round rear a squeeze of her own.

        The road between Vanya's village and Cecilia's own is quite short. Only a few hours after departing with her friend did they arrive, the sun high in the skies and beating down a comfortable warmth throughout the forest. As much as she would like to stop by her parent's abode, Cecilia was very late and it was never a good idea to leave a Demonic Overlord waiting. So they cut through the village to a large stone temple. The blocks of granite which make up its exterior are covered in intricate designs, similar to Onok's cave. Lewd depictions of Amazonian women submitting to Lord Arzad and Arzad alone.

        The quartet ascend the stairs and enter the temple, the air inside a touch warmer than outside. Unlike Onok, Arzad had a solid grip on the Mortal Realm. He was once a minor demon, and could travel between realms freely. Of course, his time in the Mortal Realm was always limited, he quickly found a home in the forests of Braconnier, among the Amazonians. For one reason or another, they began to worship Arzad as a god and when his power grew too great for him to simply slip from realm to realm they erected a temple in his honor, where the women congregate regularly to offer their ethereal bodies to their Master.

        Cecilia was no different. Arzad introduced her to the world of Demons and, once she became addicted to serving him, she became a Dark Priestess. As they entered the temple, the people within ceased chatter and offered bows to Cecilia. She smiled kindly, her fingers gently dancing against the backs of their heads as she passed, a sort of blessing for them. They continue further and further back into a temple, towards a small private room.

        The room is small and simple. An altar sits at the back, a golden chalice atop it. Four stone benches, two of which are occupied by writhing Amazonians, are settled in a small circle. A third Amazonian lays still, a small smile on her lips. She is a pure blooded one, unlike Cecilia. While just as tall, her muscles are much more defined. Tribal tattoos in white ink dance across her dark caramel skin and a simple loincloth covers her crotch, while her ample breasts are left on display. If one looked closely at her face, they might say she struck a close resemblance to Cecilia herself. This was, of course, because this woman was the Priestess' mother, no doubt sent into Arzad's realm to apologize for Cecilia's tardiness. A hooded imp, skin a deep yellow in color, sits beside the chalice, twiddling her thumbs.

        She perks up as she see Cecilia enter. "Sister!" She squeals with glee, jumping to her feet. The imp runs over and throws her arms around the Amazon's long legs, hugging tightly. Cecilia chuckles and pats the imp's head. This was Gar, Cecilia's conduit between the Mortal Realm and Arzad. She served the same purpose as Gniz and Julla, setting up the proper rituals in order to summon her overlord to the Mortal Realm or send Cecilia to theirs. Xen, who also serves under Arzad, was sent as a temporary replacement as Gar was thoroughly punished for tasting another Demon's seed. Something that Julla would, no doubt, go through as well.

        "You two, shoo! Shoo!" Gar commands, marching over to the writhing Amazonians. She swats at their thick muscled thighs. "Crawl if you must, but be gone from this place!" The women tried to get to their feet, but collapsed, a constant stream of moans escaping them as they did in fact need to crawl from the small room. "Useless!" She huffs. "Their first time with Lord Arzad and they've been rolling around like that for a whole day since they got back! Was only with him for an hour at most!" She folds her arms shaking her head disapprovingly. 

        Cecilia ignores her dear imp's outburst, heading to the chalice as she huffs and puffs about the pair crawling away. She produces the orb from her bag and pulls the cloth from it. It's a simple item. Clear glass and filled with a yellow liquid. Similar vials litter the altar, mere drops within them, but the liquid in Cecilia's orb was much more potent than what most could get their hands on, as it had come straight from Arzad himself. She pours a small amount into the chalice and brings it to Jessie, who stares with wide eyes.

        "Drink deeply," She instructs, guiding the bottom heavy jester to a stone bench. "Introduce yourself to Master Arzad and make him happy, yes?" Jessie gulps, unable to speak as she simply nods. The jester stares into the chalice, breathing deeply. Cecilia places a finger upon the bottom, tilting it slowly. Jessie presses her lips to the rim and allows the Priestess to pour the liquid down her throat. She blinks, Cecilia taking the chalice back, and feels a warmth growing in the back of her head. Then, like a switch is flipped, Jessie falls unconscious. Gniz and Julla, prepared for just that, catch her and lay her gently upon the bench. Cecilia chuckles, moving back to the altar and putting more of the liquid into the chalice.

        "Arzaaaaaad!" The smiling Amazonian squeals. Her back archs as a flood of pleasure fills her body, a symphony of moans escaping her. Cecilia turns and watches her mother for a moment. The woman's legs tense and solid as if made of stone as they shake and shiver. Her chest rises and falls faster and faster, sweat running down her body. Goosebumps rise from her skin as she screams and squeals a litany of the filthiest things Cecilia had ever heard in her life. Though surprised to hear such things from her own mother, she does not judge. Spending a full day in Arzad's realm was no small feat and something most Priestesses could not even do. Time flowed differently in his realm, as Jessie would soon learn, and a day in the mortal realm could last a week, or more in Arzad's.

        Cecilia doesn't wait for her mother to regain her senses, as that could take hours. Instead she makes herself comfortable on a bench, drinks from the chalice and enters Arzad's realm.

        Wind. That was all you heard when between realms. Wind ripping at you, tearing at your clothing  and then ripping your body from your soul. Then silence. Darkness. Nothingness. Slowly things came into view. Arzad's realm, at least what he allowed mortals to gaze upon, was a sparce place. In the center rose a marble slab, which sat waist height. Well, waist height for an Amazon like Cecilia and most who visited Arzad. Then long shapely legs appeared. A round ass atop them, the pale cheeks bright red. The legs were encased in a stretchy material which was covered in an obnoxious pink and lilac pattern. Tights which have been torn open to reveal the woman's aching loins. And, as Cecilia gazed upon them, she knew they ached.

        The woman's ass gaped open, a perfect circle dripping with a thick load of white hot seed. Her cunt was abused and similarly flooded. Though Cecilia had only waited a moment or two before entering after Jessie, Jessie will have been with Arzad for an hour, possibly two. Then he appeared. He was tall, as tall as an Amazon, though that was simply the height he chose. Arzad wore no clothes, his muscular body on full display at all times. His skin was stark white. Not pale, but white like bone. He had no hair on his head, as mortals did. Instead, what looked to be the top half of a ram's skull sat there, it's horns long, sharp, and curled.

        Arzad pushes into Jessie, who cries out in ecstasy. No words come from her lips, mind broken with pleasure. "Nyaaahhhh!" She squeals for him. He holds there, ass tensing as he grunts like an animal behind her, unloading wave after wave of thick white cream for her.

        Cecilia approaches, removing her robes and leaving a trail of clothing behind her. "Have you enjoyed meeting my assistant, Master Arzad," She hums, standing beside him. Cecilia places a hand on his back, her other hand running across his muscular chest. "Has she pleased you, Master?" She leans in and kisses his neck, turning her eyes to the bent over Jessie. Around her waist is the shredded remains of her clothing, which Arzad had torn open, forcing her to display herself.

        He chuckles looking to Cecilia. The pair kiss. Arzad doesn't need to speak. The Priestess, keeping her eyes locked with the dark orbs that hang behind the Goat's skull, lowers to her knees. Arzad places a hand on her head, wrapping the other around the base of his cock. He pulls, slowly, from Jessie. Her body grips him, her snug pink pussy clinging to the ebony spear that Arzad wields. Still, he pulls it free, the fat head dripping with a mixture of his and Jessie's ecstasy. Cecilia's breath comes slowly, gulping down a mouth full of spit. Her eyes run down his white form to the jet black appendage he uses to entice Amazons. She gulps once more, eyes returning to his.

        Cecilia opens her mouth, tilting her head back. She allows her tongue to fall down her chin, hands on his hips as she offers her throat to him. Arzad leans in and launches a hot glob of spit into Cecilia's mouth, showing her zero respect as a Priestess. He slaps the heavy head of his cock onto her tongue and pushes forward. She gags on his length, but he ignores her, forcing more and more down her throat, her neck bulging with his meat. She chokes on him, gulping down what she can of her spit, and their salty cum. He pushes further. Further. Her nose presses to his groin, nestled in the musky patch of soft white hair just above his cock. She feels his balls rest against her chin, quickly refilling themselves with plenty of seed. 

        "If I didn't enjoy your mother so much, and so /often/," He grunts, holding her in place. Arzad pumps his hips a handful of times, smashing his body against her face. Cecilia's caramel cheeks glow red, her eyes watering as she struggles for breath. "Then I'd punish you for making me wait, toy." He releases her and frees his cock of her throat. Cecilia gasps, coughing as she refills her lungs with air. Spit runs down her chin, dripping onto the nothingness that was the floor below her. "Be sure to tell her to return to me, when I done with you. I intend to make that one my bride." Cecilia nods.

        "Yes Master Arzad," She gasps, looking up at him. He grabs her head once more and roughly pulls her up, pressing his heavy balls in her face, against her mouth and nose. Placing her hands on his hips once more, Cecilia inhales deeply, smelling his dominant musk, taking in as much of the drug like scent as she can.

        "Clean me," He commands. She nods against him, pushing her tongue out. She laps at his nuts, unable to do much else as he holds her in place. Her hot tongue moves over what it can reach, licking it clean, tasting the sweaty orbs. He releases her and Cecilia quickly opens her mouth, sucking them in, slurping loudly on them. She stares up at him, gulping her spit down as she sucks him clean. He lets his cock fall against her face, splattering a mess against her flesh. She doesn't flinch, dragging her tongue along the underside of his cock, licking it clean, letting it drag against her features, smearing any and all make-up she had on, making her look like nothing more than the whore she was for Arzad. 

        "Taste them," He grunts. "Taste your people. All the women of your village who have offered me worship since you last cleaned your master. Taste them all." And Cecilia did. A flood of lurid flavor filled her mouth and tainted her spit. Soon it was all she could taste and would be for a very, very long time. She lapped him clean, until the ebony rod shined as if it were dipped in oil. Arzad chuckles, enjoying how obedient Cecilia was. Not even the most depraved women of her village would do as she did. Then again, that's why he made her his sole priestess, isn't it?

        Arzad's massive hand came down on Jessie's thick ass cheek. She yelps, her pale doughy ass jiggling, her right leg bending back, the heel pressing into her other cheek as she moans, unable to control her body. Arzad grips that cheek, spreading it, displaying her to her new Mistress. Cecilia looks up at him, blushing, but nods. She releases his hips and moves behind Jessie. Cecilia presses her tongue against the Jester's inner thigh, dragging it slowly up, lapping the still hot seed that drips from her. She nestles her face between those ample cheeks, closing her eyes as she laps her hot tongue against the gaping abused asshole of her assistant.

        "Mmmm," Cecilia can't help but moan as she tastes it. Her tongue pushes in and she drinks the seed that Arzad was no doubt using as lube. Arzad chuckles, releasing Jessie's cheek. It claps against Cecilia's face and the Priestess reaches up, groping those thick cheeks, Her fingers sink into that doughy flesh. She squeezes harder, enjoying the feeling of it under her palms. Arzad grabs Jessie's blonde hair and pulls her head back. He lifts her as she hangs limply, moans escaping her near-unconscious body. Placing his other hand on her bloated stomach, he pushes and Cecilia's eyes shoot open as a torrent of hot seed gushes into her mouth. She gulps and gulps and gulps every last drop, feeling it running down her chin, splattering on her heavy breasts.

        He drops Jessie, letting her lay once more, and grabs Cecilia's hair. Pulling her to her feet, his muscular form pressed to her back, Arzad sinks his teeth into her neck. "Nyyaaaah!" She cries out, her body shaking as he leaves a deep mark in her flesh. Reaching around her, Arzad places a hand on Jessie's hips and rolls the Jester onto her back. A trail of cum runs from between Jessie's legs all the way up her stomach and between her breasts, until finally splattering over her entire face, like a mask. 

        Arzad pushes Cecilia back down to her knees. "Clean, pig," He grunts. She nods, not needing to be told twice. Cecilia begins lapping at Jessie's body, licking her flesh clean of the mess. She works up her stomach, which is bloated with hours worth of Arzad's pleasure. To her breasts, the nipples swollen and abused. She licks her neck, finding a similar bite mark upon it, until she finds herself laying on top of Jessie. Cecilia spreads her legs, feet on either side of Jessie. She goes to begin cleaning the Jester's face but feels Arzad's hands on her hips.

        He thrusts forward, without warning, his ebony rod cramming itself up Cecilia's tight ass. She cries out as his hips clap her thick ass cheeks, forcing her forward, as far as she can go. She feels a sticky substance cover her cleavage as her breasts are forced into Jessie's face, wiping some of the hot white cream from the Jester. She gasps, trying to prop herself up as to not smother her poor assistant. Arzad draws back, sliding nearly the entire length of his cock from her. Her hands scramble for the edge of the marble altar.

        As she manages to grab a hold of it, Arzad thrusts and her hands are torn away, breasts falling back into Jessie's face. "Yaaaah!" She squeals, the clap of his loins against her ass echoing in the room of nothingness. Then he lets her feel it. After two simple thrusts, the demon overlord unloads for her. He pumps a torrent of thick hot seed into her ass, more than any mortal could even dream of achieving. It floods her. She feels it bubbling in her belly and could swear she tasted it as he pulled from her ass, and let the sticky nectar drool from her freshly gaped hole.

        Panting and sweating, Cecilia collapses atop Jessie, looking over her shoulder at the chuckling Arzad. She feels his thick fingers toying with her ass as he gets a sloppy palm full of seed and spreads it over his cock, stroking himself threateningly. Cecilia shivers as she feels the hot head press to her aching cunt. This was going to be a very long night.

Monday, June 3, 2019

[Naruto] Tsunade's Bath House Jutsu!

One-Shot
Tsunade's Bath House Jutsu!


         The sun drifts lazily through the sky of Konoha, the Village Hidden in the Leaves. Most of the residents, shinobi or otherwise, have made their ways home to enjoy a warm meal with family. The streets are deserted, for the most part, and would be for nearly all of the night, save for the stray shinobi or two heading off to take their posts, and their weary comrades heading home for a good night's rest. Up in her tower sits the Fifth Hokage, Tsunade, her pen scratching at important documents. Before her is an old friend, his smiling face painted and his long hair pure white.

         "Come on Tsunade!" Jiraiya laughs, slamming his hands upon her desk. "It's not often I come to the village, you know. The least you could do is go out for a drink or two with me! All this Hokage business is pure stress. Let old Jiraiya take your mind off of it, if only for a night!" His voice booms throughout Tsunade's small paperwork filled office. He stands up and offers his best smile, stamping his thumb against his chest. "I'm buyin'!" Tsunade inhales deeply and puffs out a long sigh.

         "When am I ever working, Jiraiya? Don't you think passing up the chance to take a break and grab some sake means this is important, you oaf?" Tsunade scolds, looking up at him. The Toad Sage doesn't relent however. He holds his smile, as well as his pose, and lets his invitation continue ringing through his bright and cheery eyes. Tsunade lets out another sigh and slams her hands on the desk, much like Jiraiya had done just moments before, rising from her seat. "Fine, maybe once I'm drunk you'll be more bearable," She taunts him. The pair share a smile and head off into the cool night.

         They find themselves at a cozy little bar not too far from the Hokage's mansion. It's a small establishment, but has always been Tsunade's go to place for a comforting glass of booze. The well polished wooden bar stretches long enough to seat seven stools. Just above is a roof, but there isn't a fourth wall to protect the patrons from the elements. Instead large fabric banners hang from the roof, draping down to about waist level, offering those who wish to get drunk in peace a little bit of privacy.

         "That sand brat is Kazekage. huh?" Jiraiya quips, swirling his sake in his small cup. "How the world changes. Do you think, you or I should have gone along to help him? Naruto has grown strong, but-"

         "Garra of the Sand is Kazekage and his power isn't something to turn your nose up at, Jiraiya," Tsunade assures him. She looks over at the Toad Sage, his cheeks already red. "Whether or not he will actually need the support of Konoha is yet to be seen, but if he does, I have faith in Kakashi, Guy, and even that brat Naruto." She offers a small smile, tipping the rest of the cool liquor down her throat before pouring herself another glass. "The Kazekage is strong, much like Naruto. Although Naruto managed to persevere, Gaara had his spirit broken and managed to rebuild it. That's a feat most cannot bolster."

         "You have faith in your fellow Kage," Jiraiya chuckles. "You have faith... how times truly have changed." They share another smile, Tsunade leans against the counter as she allows herself to relax just a little. "And what of... the pink haired one?" Jiraiya frowns, pointing at his hair as he attempts to remember the Team Seven's third member.

         "Sakura," Tsunade reminds him. She stares into her cup for a moment. The reflection of her eyes stare back as she truly thinks about it for a moment. Does she have faith in Sakura? "Sakura is... a talented girl. Not a genius, by any means, but truly talented. She learns jutsu quickly and has the best chakra control of all the Chunin in Konoha, but I fear she may have too little experience. She may easily get lost when trying to keep up with the likes of a former Anbu member like Kakashi and the Jinchuriki of the Nine Tales. Besides, being the Hokage, I have very little time to actually teach her... but I believe her healing jutsu is strong and having her with such a reckless soul like Naruto will be important." She looks to Jiraiya. "And what of Naruto? Two years training with a Sanin, surely he's grown to become something quite impressive."

         Jiraiya can't help but beam with pride. He lets out an embarrassed chuckle and rubs the back of his neck. Tsunade can't quite tell what red in his cheeks comes from the booze and what comes from his blushing. "He's grown fast!" He booms happily. "I'd expect nothing less from his son. After all, I trained the Fourth as well!" He chuckles opening his eyes to look at the bemused Tsunade. "I think, soon, I'll bring him to Mount Myoboku and try to teach him the ways of Senjutsu. Though, he may not have the patience for it. At the very least he'll be able to form a stronger bond with those he's entered a summoning contract with."

         Jiraiya clears his throat, steadying himself on the stool. He'd drunk enough to finally work up the courage to ask Tsunade something very important. "Say, Tsunade, can I ask you for help with a... delicate matter?" He asks cautiously. She simply raises her eyebrows, awaiting the request. "I, er... had a run in with Orochimaru some months back," He begins. Jiraiya gives a nod, silently encouraging himself. "He hit me with some sort of toxin and now... Well you know how important it is for me, as a man of my craft, er... Well I can't find myself excited anymore." One of Tsunade's eyebrows drop, a look of anger growing behind her hazel eyes. "Being a medical nin, the greatest medical nin at that, I figured you may be able to... help me."

         "Hmph," Tsunade huffs, bringing her cup of Sake to her lips. She tilts it back, facing forward, staring at the wall of liquor bottles behind the counter. The Hokage sets the cup down with a loud clap. At the same moment her left hand shoots out and the side of her fist smashes against Jiraiya's cheek. "I'll need a whole lot more booze than this to do something like that!" She exclaims. As the words leave her lips, Jiraiya lifts from his seat and spirals into the dark night before crashing into something well away from the little bar. Tsunade slaps some money on the counter, rises from her stool, and heads home.

         'What a fool that Jiraiya is!' Tsunade steams as she marches down the dark roads of Konoha, fists clenched. 'To ask of something so ridiculous! As if she'd ever help him with such a thing!' As Tsunade enters the courtyard of her home, she notices something by the door. A lump of red fabric, some sort of white fur... "Jiraiya!" She barks, fuming with anger. The pervy sage rests on his hands and knees, head bowed to the ground in front of her door. Upon his freshly injured cheek he's already managed to secure a large square bandage.

         "Please Tsunade! I can't trust anyone else with this!" He begs. Tsunade tries to simply march passed him and into her home, but Jiraiya latches onto her leg. He holds on tight, letting the kunoichi drag him along. "It endangers my writing, my love life, and my pride as a man!" His pleas continue to ring, echoing through the dark halls of her home. Tsunade ignores him, dragging him along as she heads into her kitchen. Throwing open the pantry, Tsunade rustles around for a moment before producing a bottle of Sake. "Please, find some kindness in your-"

         "Enough!" She roars, slamming the sake down on a counter, the ceramic bottle cracking as it threatens to burst open. Jiraiya goes silent, staring up at his old friend with large puppy dog eyes. With a huff, Tsunade pours herself a glass and quickly drains it before pouring a second. She sighs, looking down at Jiraiya. "I take it you won't leave me alone until I agree to do this." Jiraiya nods. She sighs, pouring her second glass of liquor down her throat, cheeks growing rosie red as he empty stomach slowly fills with sake. "Why now? Why on top of everything else has this happened? Fine!" Jiraiya's eyes light up and he leaps to his feet. His hands go to the waist of his pants.

         "Not here," Tsunade stops him. "You'd be so lucky as to remove your clothes in my home. Meet me at the bath houses in an hour. They keep the back door open so I can bathe in peace if I so wish."

         "The bath house?" Jiraiya asks, frowning. "But that's where this mess started."

         "Orochimaru attacked you in a bath house?" Tsunade asks, raising her eyebrow. Jiraiya blinks, the gears in his head slowly turning.

         "Yes! Orochimaru, it was he who... did this." He clears his throat, taking a step back from Tsunade. He wanted to try and convince Tsunade to help him now, as opposed to later, his impatience getting the best of him, but quickly pushed those feelings away. If he remained for too long, surely the volatile drunk would change her mind. "In an hour then," He says before turning around and rushing off. Tsunade huffs, pouring herself another cup of sake, bringing it along with her upstairs and into her bedroom.

         Knowing Jiraiya for so long, she knew better than to think she could outlast him in a war of attrition. After dealing with Naruto for two years, surely Jiraiya had only become even more insistent and insufferable since she last had the pleasure of denying his advances. But this was different! This concerned his health and who knew what other toxins Orochimaru had pumped into the Toad Sage? It'd be dangerous if Tsunade didn't lend a hand... At least, that's what she was telling herself.

         So, after grabbing a fresh set of clothes to change into, Tsunade made her way towards the bathhouse. Her cheeks glowed red, the sake sloshing around in her stomach keeping her warm in the cold night air. The streets were entirely deserted. Well, not entirely. Hidden deep in the shadows are shinobi that watch over Konoha throughout the night, as well as a small number of Anbu that followed Tsunade's every step. They were those that were tasked with watching over their Hokage. Of course, they needn't worry about keeping Lady Tsunade safe, instead they more focused on the safety of those daft enough to attack her, as well as the innocent bystanders that may find themselves in her radius of destruction.

         Tsunade ignored them, as she did every night. She knew very well that they stayed a few blocks away from the bath house, as to give the woman a little privacy, and didn't worry about them finding out that she was going there to meet Jiraiya. The Hokage did, however, make sure all the shops which surround the bath house had closed for the night. They would have seen the Toad Sage making his way down here and would spread rumors of their esteemed leader like wildfire.

         Tsunade took her time undressing. She neatly folded her dirty clothes, packing them into a small locker atop her sandals. Her fresh clothes hung on a hook, as to not get soiled by the other ones. She pulled on a silk bathrobe, the same shade of forest green as her usual coat, and pulled off the bands that kept her hair in those trademark twin tails. The kunoichi took a deep breath and a long drink before making her way towards the baths. Knowing her old friend Jiraiya, she didn't even bother checking the men's side and went straight to the women's half of the bath house.

         The room was filled with steam, making it hard to see more than a few feet in front of yourself. Tsunade, a master at ninja arts, paid it no mind. Her eyes simply weren't needed to assess her surroundings. The room was quite spacious. A number of stools beside faucets lined each wall, a few stand up showers dotting the back of the room. In the center was a large main pool of hot water, a smaller round pool at each of its corners. Tsunade walked slowly, her feet quiet, almost silent, on the warm stone floors.

         Bobbing nervously in one of those smaller pools was Jiraiya. He knew Tsunade would be able to heal him, but he still wasn't sure if she would. In fact, he worried that she may purposefully make the situation worse! She bought the story about Orochimaru, at least she's pretending to, but that didn't mean she wasn't intending to place a seal of her own upon his length! He heard her enter the bath house and shifted in the pool in order to look upon her. His heart skipped a beat at the sight of Tsunade's full exposed body.

         She stood in front of the pool, body in immaculate shape. Her long legs were thick with muscle, but still had plenty of plush meat to watch squish between your groping fingers. Her hips were wide and ass fat, but none of that was a surprise. As a Ninja she had spent quite a bit of her life squatting as she crept quietly through shadows on stealth missions. Shapely legs and a rear end to match were expected of all Kunoichi. What set Tsunade apart from most was her bust. Her chest was ample to say the very least. Each hefty breast was at least the size of a man's head, at least, as you looked at them, it really felt that way.

         The sight almost intimidated Jiraiya. It had been quite some time since he last gazed upon Tsunade's naked body and even then it was through a peephole. He had never been so close to it and it made his heart stutter. The pervy sage gulps, unable to squeak out even a single word. Tsunade doesn't seem to mind his silence, a small smile growing across her plush pink lips as she lets him take in the sight. If she were lucky, then just looking at her would be enough to expel Orochimaru's toxins from Jiraiya... but Tsunade was never lucky. In fact, she was quite famously the least lucky person most people had ever met.

         She comes forward, slipping into the warm water. A pleased exhale escapes her, "Mmmnnn," She hums as the water helps every muscle in her body simply relax. Well, every muscle that the sake hadn't managed to get to first. She doesn't approach Jiraiya, not yet. Instead she lays back in the tub, aching back against the side of it, and tilts her head back, simply enjoying the water for a moment's time. Jiraiya reaches below the surface of the water and checks himself. He feels between his legs, rubbing and squeezing, trying to bring his body to life to no avail. 'That last woman really did a number on me' his thoughts sigh.

         Seemingly satisfied with the water Tsunade begins to move again. Slowly. She approaches Jiraiya, crossing the small pool. The Hokage doesn't seem embarrassed at all, her body on display for her oldest friend, creamy white skin glistening wet as she moves in the water. Tsunade rises slightly from the water, waves crashing against Jiraiya as her heavy breasts rise from beneath the surface just inches away from him. She leans in, closer... closer... closer. Her plush lips are by his cheek and then his ear, her breasts pressed firmly against his chest. They felt so soft that Jiraiya could melt and he finds himself having to gulp, his mouth watering from the simple scent of Tsunade.

         "If you tell anyone what happens here, tonight," She whispers in his ear, sake strong on her breath, "I'll be sure that your little pride as a man is lost to you forever." Jiraiya's already rosie cheeks flush scarlet red and he nods dumbly, quickly agreeing with Tsunade. He could hear that dangerous edge in her voice, knowing full well she meant what she said. Tsunade sits back, separating her soft curves from Jiraiya's more rigid form, and he hand dips under the water, searching for her patient.

         Eyes locked with Jiraiya, daring him to say or do anything to anger her, Tsunade finds it. Her slender hand wraps around the base of his cock, giving it a gentle squeeze. She feels it, running her grip along the length, up and down, inspecting it. She feels not a single pulse of pleasure as she touches him and allows him to gaze upon her. "Orochimaru must have used strong toxins," She slurs quietly. And as she runs her hand along him, Tsunade can't help but marvel at the sheer size of her old friend.

         Not even hard, it was enough to fill her palm and plenty long enough for her to wrap both hands around, though she didn't dare. Instead, with her free hand, Tsunade reaches down and cups Jiraiya's heavy balls, which ache from not being released since just before coming to Konoha... a full week ago. Had Jiraiya cut Naruto's training short? No. Did he fully intend to train with the boy for another month at the very least before returning home? Absolutely. In fact, even after he found himself ailed with this problem he decided to continue with his duties as a mentor normally, but by day three, when he found he couldn't even take matters into his own hands, Jiraiya packed up and headed home!

         As Tsunade felt them she felt just how full they were. And quite heavy as well. She wondered if Orochimaru had received such a generous endowment as Jiraiya and she herself had. Of course, Orochimaru's could very well be modified. She wouldn't put it passed that man to give himself a full foot of length and three cocks to swing around. She gives Jiraiya a squeeze, pulling her thoughts away from the monster that their other friend very likely put in his pants. The Sage groans quietly, shifting around in Tsunade's grip.

         "How troubling," Tsunade mutters, talking to herself as she inspects the patient. She turns her eyes from Jiraiya's looking down for the first time and freezes. It felt big, that's for sure, but actually looking at it... It was Tsunade's turn to gulp, her heart skipping a beat. It ran twice the length of the inside of her palm, with a thick uncut head sitting atop like a crown. Each ball was at least the size of a golf ball, if not much, much bigger. As she looked it over, she realized how much that hefty, cum filled sack filled her palm, some of each ball spilling over the side as she rubs and squeezes it.

         Tsunade shakes her head, snapping out of the trance this python put her in. As she does so, her chest jiggles with her movement. Perhaps it was the water, acting like a magnifying glass. Yes! That was it! "Up, sit on the edge of the pool, I need a closer look," She commands, voice strong as she looks back to Jiraiya's eyes. He nods quickly, but pauses. Tsunade clears her throat and reluctantly releases him from her grip, so that he may climb up there. Jiraiya rises to his feet, standing in front of Tsunade, her thick cock and balls swinging in front of her face for a moment.

         She sits in front of him, watching it swing like a pendulum as it tries to hypnotize her. Jiraiya sits down, opening his legs so she might get closer. Tsunade moves forward, her heavy breasts pressing against the side of the pool. Her slender hands rise up, a faint green glow pulsing from them as she takes hold once more. JIraiya inhales sharply, feeling a cool relief wash over his length. Tsunade strokes his shaft, rubbing his balls as she spreads that relief all over, washing away whatever the last woman he was with had passed along. In moments Jiraiya is clean and he can feels himself pulsing to life. "Tsunade I think-" But he doesn't get the full thought out.

         She leans in, her pouty pink lips beginning to glow. Tsunade opens her mouth, pointing that fat uncut head towards her lips, and takes him into it. She closes her eyes, tasting him. She wasn't sure why, but she didn't question her need to do this. She leans up, pushing more of that flaccid cock in her mouth. Her hand rubs and gropes his balls and she feels him coming to life for her. Jiraiya raises a fist to his mouth, biting into his knuckle as he holds back moans. Tsunade, however, doesn't offer him the same courtesy.

         A long moan escapes her throat as the meaty head prods the back of it. Her tongue rumbles against the underside of his cock. As she draws back, letting it come from her mouth with a 'pop' Jiraiya's length throbs at full mast, pointing straight at the Kunoichi. She strokes him, both hands rubbing up and down his shaft. Tsunade leans in further, letting his cock press against her cheek, her still glowing lips wrapping around one of those big heavy balls. Again she moans, tasting him, a taste she could easily get addicted to, and swirls her skilled tongue around the heavy nut. She takes the other in her mouth, letting them both fill her cheeks as she jerks him, her round rear end rising out of the water.

         Jiraiya reaches a hand out, carefully. He places it on her back, biting his lip, and slowly runs it further and further down. Bending over her, he manages to reach her thick cheeks, giving one a firm squeeze. He watches as the doughy flesh squishes into his strong hand and between his fingers before releasing it, just to squeeze the other. She doesn't resist, simply smiling and continuing to moan for him. She lets his nuts come from her mouth before laying a kiss on them. A glowing lip mark sings against his flesh, followed by a trail of them as she kisses her way up this massive shaft, the length of her forearm as it throbs imposingly above her. Tsunade lays a final kiss against the thick head and all of the lip marks burst into a rain of shimmering relief, washing over him.

         Jiraiya can't help himself. He leans back, placing his hands on the ground behind him to keep from falling, and lets out a long moan. Tsunade holds his cock steady, hands squeezing it lovingly at the base and just below the head. She lets her hot tongue slip from her mouth, lips returning to their normal color, flicking the tip of her tongue against the head of his cock. Jiraiya watches with glazed over eyes, quickly learning what heaven is as he watches her lap the first bead of pre-cum from his throbbing erection. Tsunade sits up with it on her tongue, mouth hanging out as she rolls it around in her mouth, letting him watch how much she enjoys gulping it down.

         Her pillowy breasts rest on the pool's edge and she pulls her erect cock between them, squeezing firmly. The softness makes Jiraiya's legs tense and he lets out a shaky "Ha-aaa-aaah," gasp. She simply chuckles, rising and lowering slowly, impressed at just how much of this beast stick out of the top of her breasts. Anyone would agree that it was quite the feat. Staring up at Jiraiya, Tsunade lets a hot glob of spit splatter against the head and drool down, just to be spread all over his shaft by her breasts. She lets another and another, needing plenty of lube to fully coat him. Jiraiya moans with pleasure, pulsing his hips ever so gently, fucking Tsunade's tits, something he'd wanted for so long. Even so, the actual feeling of her warm breasts around his throbbing cock was like nothing he had ever imagined.

         She feels his warm pre-cum drooling from the head more freely, running down between her breasts. So hot. So sticky. Tsunade releases him, rising to her feet. Jiraiya gulps, his cock throbbing with the beat of his racing heart as he looks upon her again. Her body glistens, wet from the pool, her heavy breasts sparkling with a mixture of his pre-cum and her own spit. Tsunade reaches up, pinching her own perky pink nipple, thick between her fingers as she gently pulls it, sending a shiver down her spine. "Mmmm, all better, or do you need more... treatment?" She moans out, looking at Jiraiya with lust glazed eyes.

         "Yo... you." He stutters, finding it hard to find his usually ever-present voice and bravado. "You're the doctor, Lady Tsunade," He manages. She chuckles stepping out of the pool beside him. Tsunade runs a hand through his long white hair, turning his head and pulling it close. She sways her hip, gently pressing her thick cheek to his lip, forcing him to kiss her ass. Of course, she didn't need to force him. Jiraiya reaches up, giving the opposite cheek a firm squeeze as he offers three more quick kisses against her ass. He would worship Tsunade's body if she so pleased, but that's not what she wanted... at least not right now.

         She sits beside him, pressing her lips to his. They kiss, their tongues intertwining. Their lips stay pressed together for quite some time as the two enjoy the warmth of one another. Jiraiya is the one to break the kiss. He leans in, kissing along her neck. Tsunade places her hands on the ground behind her, giving him full access to whatever he pleased. Jiraiya pressed his lips along her neck, hazarding a small bite, which Tsunade exhales a moan for. With a smile, slowly regaining his confidence as a man, Jiraiya moves down, his hands groping and rubbing her breasts.

         He lets the soft flesh squish between his fingers, taking one of those perky nipples in his mouth. Tsunade's breath quickens as she feels an ache for him growing inside her. Bigger. Bigger. She wanted him. Needed him. And, as if Jiraiya could read her thoughts, he gave her everything she needed. Laying her on her back, Jiraiya rests between those long legs, the fat uncut head of his cock rubbing along the drooling entrance to her needy cunt. He pushes forward, slowly, not wanting to hurt her. All powerful Hokage or not, the only way to train for this moment would be to take someone his size quite a bit, something Jiraiya doubted was possible. If he had to guess, he would say he was biggest man in all the world! Of course he would say that though.

         He pushes slowly, gently, letting himself fill her aching body. A quarter of the way in before drawing back. Slowly pushing more and more inside her, each thrust deeper than the last. Their breaths come fast, panting as they stare into one another eyes. She feels his entire length in her, her flat toned stomach bulging slightly as his groin presses to hers. Her eyes close and she exhales, "Jiraiyaaaaa," a whining moan. Every muscle in Jiraiya's body tenses as he holds back that flood of cum he's been waiting a week to release. If he wasn't careful, a simple moan from her could push him over the edge.

         He made it through, pulling slowly back just to thrust back inside. Her moans constant now as he fucked her. Getting faster, letting her adjust to his size. Harder, letting her feel him. Her breasts bounce and jiggle with each 'pap, pap, pap' of their bodies meeting. Jiraiya leans in, kissing her neck once more, letting her feel him on top of her. His hips swivel with his thrusts as he pushes as deep as he can, deeper than anyone before him. Her body stretching and aching as he reshapes her for his pleasure and his pleasure alone. No one would ever be able to match the feeling he gave her. The feeling of being completely and utterly filled, like a key in a locket.

         Tsunade pants and whines for him. She didn't feel like the strong kunoichi she was anymore. She felt like butter, melting over his body, a tool for his pleasure as he thrusted harder and harder. Hitting her right where she needed it, each thrust threatening to flood her body with hot gooey cream. Tsunade's legs wrapped around him, pulling him balls deep and holding him there as she came for him. Her body squeezing his throbbing cock, milking him.

         Jiraiya can't resist. He closes his eyes tight, stomach tensing as he cums with her. His cock fires shot after shot of thick cum, a flood of the passed weeks frustration all released at once. He fills her completely and then some. A mess dripping from his balls as the hot cream runs down his shaft, escaping. Jiraiya offers Tsunade a kiss, which she gladly accepts before releasing him. He pulls out slowly, a sloppy slurping filling the deserted bath house, and watches his sticky cum drool from her spent body. Tsunade inhales deeply, exhaling a moan as she feels the warm cream running from her body, pooling beneath her. She licks her lips, looking at Jiraiya with a small smile.

         "Where are you staying tonight, Jiraiya?" She hums, raising her eyebrows. "It'd be irresponsible of me to leave a patient unobserved after treatment. Perhaps you should stay in my home... in my bed," She suggests

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