Chapter 94: Aftermath Pt.II

 

Knocking on the door of his chosen older sister Riku expected to wait a bit if not a long while in case Yugao was out or simply too depressed to talk to anyone. To his surprise, she opened the door within seconds.

 

Her right eye didn’t adorn her now trademark eye-patch and instead was simply closed. Her expression was neutral instead of sad or grieving. When her brain registered it was Riku in front of her, her lone functioning eye brightened and the corners of her lips slightly turned up.

 

“Hello, Yugao-nee.” He greeted her warmly.

 

She greeted him back and invited him inside. Feeling like he had landed in a genjutsu, Riku stayed silent the whole time he sat down and Yugao busied herself in the kitchen to make some tea. She noticed when she came back with a steaming tea pot in one hand and a plate of snacks in the other.

 

“What is it?”

 

“I… expected you to be a bit more… down?”

 

She landed the most perfect ass in Konoha on her seat and her smile turned sadder. It was clear although unsaid that Riku had learned of her encounter with Hayate during the war.

 

“I am but… I got closure. Hayate,” Riku’s eyes widened when he heard the man’s name from her mouth. Something that she hadn’t been able to say since his death. “And I had a talk. He was sorry to have left me alone. Not that it was his fault.” She shook her head and looked at the content of her cup. “He told me to move on and that too much time had passed for him to enjoy his second life. I felt… I felt like it was alright for me to put him behind me.”

 

She sounded bittersweet and had every reason for it. Riku, however, made no comment about it. Not directly. He changed the subject slightly then.

 

“How about that young genin you wanted to take as an apprentice?”

 

A sigh escaped her mouth. “He’s a chunin now. Team Yukari had been so busy that I didn’t have the time to make him the offer. Nor would I have had the time to actually train him.”

 

Putting his cup to his lips and drinking his tea, Riku asked about her plans from now on. “What do you have in mind? Back to Kotetsu and Izumo?”

 

Her head tilted slightly to the side in puzzlement and he explained why he thought about the eternal gate duty chunins.

 

“The news will be official soon but I’m stepping down as Hokage.” Yugao’s expression turned to shock. For as long as she had known Riku, his one goal was to be Hokage. To hand over the hat and retire a bit more than a week after reaching his objective was unbelievable.

 

“Why?”

 

“We’re starting a new area of peace and cooperation as such I, the most prolific killer in the History of the Elemental Nations, can’t be part of that change. Since I’m stepping down as Hokage I can’t be part of the active shinobi corps anymore. As such we can’t reform Team Yukari.”

 

“Hence why you asked about me partnering up with those two again.” Yugao understood the situation clearly. “I don’t know, honestly.” With her thumb she brushed her ceramic cup repeatedly. “I haven’t thought about it much.”

 

“Well… I can hire you as a very well paid nanny and bodyguard?” He was half- joking and half serious.

 

It worked as he got a chuckle from her. “Always want to keep me close, hm?” She teased.

 

Unashamed, Riku nodded. “Always.” Then he huffed. “Had I not promised Hinata, I would pursue you.”

 

This time she outright laughed. “You’ll never give up on your crush?”

 

“Oh, I gave up on it long ago. I just like playing with it. I do need a body guard and nanny though. I already have three daughters and Karin has been doing her very best to get pregnant again. I haven’t seen her yet but I’m sure Ino will be even worse. And while shadow clones are useful they’re too fragile to properly take care of children longer than short term.” Riku argued.

 

“And I suppose I would have to live in the Senju Compound?” She inquired with no disinterest. 

 

“Preferably in the Manor with us and I’m saying it outright, you won’t be a servant. I do understand you need your own space however and have your own life. We can have a house built for you on the land.”

 

“Tempting. Very tempting.” She was lost in thought before her eye refocused on Riku. “I’ll think about it?”

 

The former Hokage smiled brightly. It was a better answer than he had hoped for. “I told Kakashi to come by for lunch. Said he’d brought the beers.”

 

“Oh, I’m not in a drinking mood. Getting out of the apartment though…” She looked around the place, her eyes lingering on Hayate’s mementos she kept. “I think it would be good for me.”

 

“Let’s meet at Yakiniku Q at noon?”

 

“Noon? You have somewhere to be?”

 

“I just realized I haven’t seen Ino since my return and she’s going to be pissed.” He said in defeat. “The sooner I take my punishment, the better.”

 

“Whipped.” Yugao laughed.

 

“I am but not the way you think.” His answer was coy.

 

Ino will definitely not blow up on him. There would be no sleeping on the couch or being sent to the doghouse. No, Ino was more insidious. She would fuck him until his balls were completely empty, then fuck him again for an hour or two more as a punishment. That or if she’s really angry would drag him to his botib and spend a whole day sucking him off but never allowing him to cum. The simple idea of this made him shudder.

 

After finishing his tea and kissing Yugao on the cheek, Riku left her home to rush home. Stepping in the garden he used mokuton to bloom his wife’s favorite flowers to make a huge bouquet. He tried to make it as stylish and lovely as possible, having learned a bit from her over the years.

 

Coming back inside the manor to find something to properly present it, he came across the very one he was on his way to see. Nearly bumping into her at the corner of a corridor.

 

“Baby!” Ino went to jump on her husband when her brain finally recognized him but stopped herself at the sight of the flowers. 

 

There was no doubt they were for her. Silently, she gave him a look. Riku, simply put the bouquet forward for her to smell. 

 

“Their aroma is richer.” She noticed, taking the bouquet in her hands and having another sniff.

 

“I just grew them with my chakra.”

 

Ino’s heart melted a little bit. Wrapping an arm behind his neck, she pulled him down for a very sensual kiss. It turned into something steamy quickly and Riku had to put a stop to it.

 

“I’m sorry, Team Yukari is having lunch later and I don’t want to start something when I would have to take a break.”

 

Ino gave him a pout then sighed in resignation. Riku thought for a moment that it was it. He should have known better. When it’s about sex, Ino has absolutely no limits.

 

“Pull out your Botib.” She ordered and dragged him to her bedroom by his hand.

 

Riku understood how serious the situation was and how meant up Ino was when he heard her say that. Ino hated to use the Botib. She loved the interior, she loved the garden he had made for her but she hated using the time seal for the simple reason that it messes with her internal clock when leaving it. 

 

“I-Ino. I have news to share. I’m-”

 

She cut him off with news of her own. “Me too. I’m pregnant.”

 

Riku’s jaw dropped to the floor of the room. Not for the revelation itself but for the way she had delivered it. As if it mattered less than the sex marathon they were about to have. She gave him an impatient look, clearly indicating that she wouldn’t wait much longer for him to summon the Botib.

 

“Ino! That’s-” His shock was replaced by utter joy which immediately was put to a stop.

 

The Yamanaka grabbed his face, putting her thumb over his lips to shut him up. “Talking: later. Fucking: now.”

 

She didn’t have to repeat herself again. The Botib was out within seconds and Riku stormed through the master bedroom door, Ino slung over his shoulder like a victory prize, her sultry laughter a warm, teasing hum that vibrated against his skin. His fingers, slick and warm from teasing her drenched folds, pressed into her with a possessive grip, the sweltering heat of her arousal radiating against his palm, laced with the musky, tangy scent of her desire and the faint sweetness of her rosewater perfume. He tossed her onto the bed, the mattress creaking under her weight as she landed in a sprawl of blonde hair and fever-flushed skin, the cool sheets a stark contrast to her overheated body. The bouquet of flowers she’d clutched moments ago flew across the room, petals bursting in a fragrant cloud of jasmine and crushed peonies, their sugary floral notes lingering on the tongue as they scattered over the hardwood, warmed by the late afternoon sun streaming through the window. Ino ignored the floral chaos, her eyes blazing with ravenous hunger as she slithered across the chilled sheets. Her hands, trembling with eager warmth, fumbled at Riku’s belt, the leather snapping softly as she yanked it free, his pants pooling at his ankles with a rustle, the cool air of the room kissing his exposed thighs.

Ino’s lips parted the instant Riku’s semi-hard length sprang free, the faint, musky flavor of his skin hitting her tongue as she engulfed him in one greedy motion, sliding to the base with a wet, obscene slurp that echoed in the humid air. Her throat, hot and constricting, tightened around him, the scalding warmth of her mouth sending shivers through his core as she let out a deep, throaty hum, the vibration a primal pulse against his heated flesh. The taste of him was raw and heady, a mix of salt and faint bitterness coating her tongue as she swirled it against the sensitive underside, coaxing him to full, throbbing hardness that pulsed with searing heat. Her breath came in hot, ragged puffs, the cherry sweetness of her lip gloss mingling with the tangy musk of their intimacy, the air thick with a cloying warmth that clung to their skin. Ino’s fingers, slick with her own sweet, warm juices, slipped between her thighs, the squelching sound of her teasing her dripping, overheated core blending with the wet smacks of her mouth, her moans muffled but frantic as she savored the taste of her own arousal, her fingertips burning with the heat of her need.

The scene plunged into unbridled filth as Ino pushed herself further, her lips glistening with a sloppy mix of drool and precum, the salty, acrid taste flooding her mouth as strings of spit dripped from her chin, splattering onto the cool sheets with soft, wet plops that contrasted the feverish warmth of her face. She choked herself on him, gagging loudly, the raw, guttural sound reverberating as tears streamed down her cheeks, smearing her mascara into dark, inky streaks that stained her flushed, overheated skin. Her throat spasmed, a faint snort escaping as precum bubbled through her nose, its sharp, briny tang stinging her senses and mingling with the warm, sticky air. Her eyes rolled back, lids fluttering in a haze of ecstasy, as she bobbed her head with reckless abandon, the obscene slurping and gurgling filling the room like a depraved symphony. Her fingers plunged deeper into her slick, scalding heat, the squishing sounds of her self-pleasure mingling with the creak of the bed and her choked whimpers, the sweet, musky taste of her own arousal lingering on her tongue as sweat beaded on her skin, cooling slightly in the room’s faint breeze. The air hung heavy with the mingled scents of sweat, sex, and fading floral perfume, every sensation—hot, cool, wet, and raw—amplified by the desperate, fevered intensity of their connection, driving them toward a messy, blistering edge.

Riku’s hands moved with possessive intent, one gripping the base of Ino’s ponytail, the silky strands warm and slightly damp with sweat against his palm, while the other cupped the lower back of her head, fingers sinking into the soft, heated flesh of her scalp. He pushed her down onto his throbbing length, the scalding heat of her throat enveloping him as he bucked his hips forward, fucking her throat with relentless rhythm. The room filled with the wet, rhythmic gagging of her mouth, the sound raw and primal, mingling with the slick squelching of her fingers plunging into her dripping core, the air thick with the musky, tangy scent of their combined arousal and the faint sweetness of her cherry lip gloss. Ino’s tongue, slick and burning with the salty taste of his skin, pressed against him, her muffled moans vibrating against his heated flesh, sending jolts of pleasure through his body as the cool air of the room brushed against his sweat-slicked thighs.

The intensity built to a breaking point, and Riku’s grip tightened, his fingers burning against her scalp as he thrust one final time, his release surging down her throat in a hot, pulsing flood. He pulled back just enough to keep the tip of his cock in her mouth, still spilling, the bitter, salty taste overwhelming her senses as it coated her tongue and filled her mouth. Her lips, slick with drool and precum, sealed tightly around him, the heat of her breath mingling with the searing warmth of his climax, the air heavy with the raw, earthy scent of their intimacy. Ino’s throat worked frantically to keep up, the wet gulping sounds mixing with her choked whimpers, her fingers still buried in her own scalding, dripping heat, the squishing noises echoing as she teetered on the edge of her own release.

Ino’s cheeks ballooned like a chipmunk’s, stretched taut with the sheer volume of Riku’s release, the hot, viscous fluid trapped with nowhere to go as her lips remained locked around him. The pressure built until cum bubbled through her nose, the sharp, briny taste stinging her sinuses, dripping down her face in warm, sticky rivulets that mingled with her smeared mascara and the cooling trails of her tears. The air grew thick with the salty, acrid scent, her breath hitching as the sensation overwhelmed her, her body trembling under the weight of it all. Her fingers worked faster, the wet heat of her core radiating against her palm, the squelching sounds growing louder as she chased her own peak, the contrast of the cool sheets beneath her amplifying the feverish warmth of her skin.

Ino’s eyes crossed and rolled upward, lids fluttering in a blissful haze as her body convulsed, her own climax crashing through her like a tidal wave, the sweet, musky taste of her arousal lingering on her lips as her fingers slowed, slick with her release. The room echoed with her muffled, desperate moans, the creak of the bed, and the obscene, wet noises of their connection, the air heavy with the mingled scents of sweat, sex, and fading floral perfume from the scattered petals. Her body shuddered, the cool air kissing her overheated skin as she rode out the waves of pleasure, her throat still working to swallow what she could, the bitter heat of Riku’s cum a lingering burn on her tongue.

Riku pulled back completely, his length slipping free from her lips with a wet pop, the final spurts of his release painting her face in hot, sticky streaks that clung to her flushed cheeks and smeared mascara. The warm fluid dripped down her chin, cooling slightly as it met the air, the salty tang mixing with the faint floral sweetness still lingering in the room. Ino’s breath came in ragged gasps, her tongue darting out to taste the remnants on her lips, her body still trembling from her climax as she knelt on the bed, a vision of filthy beauty with her hair disheveled, face streaked, and eyes half-lidded in ecstasy. The mattress creaked softly beneath her, the cool sheets a stark contrast to the feverish heat of her skin, the air thick with the raw, primal scent of their shared release as they basked in the messy, searing aftermath of their passion.

Forehead against the sheet, Ino got a bit of her breath back. “Kami…” Her voice was hoarse. Bruised by how much of an effort it did. Riku taking over at the end didn’t help one bit, quite the contrary. “Again.”

Riku rolled his eyes. He knew she would say that. The filthier, the rougher, the better for his wife. “Later.”

He began to undress completely. Ino, not fighting him on this, disrobed too. She backed up to the head of the bead and laid on her back. She raised her left behind her head, holding it just below her knee. She spread her other one to display her wet pussy in all its splendor. To make sure he got the message, she used her free hand to spread her lips.

“I’m going to make you beg, Ino.” he growled as he got in the bed.

She gave him a knowing and amused smirk. “I already do.”

“For me to stop fucking you, not to fucking you more.”

“I’d like to see that.” The dare was out in the open.

Riku didn’t hesitate, he grabbed her tits, making her bite her bottom lip in need, then, using them as handles, rammed into her his whole length. The scream of pleasure the blonde Kunoichi let out wasn’t exaggerated. More than that, it fueled Riku’s lust.

Ino was in for perhaps the roughest fucking of her life and she would enjoy every second of it.