After using his eloquence and knowledge of the original work, Takeshi managed to buy himself some time, but the problems were only just beginning—if they could even be called problems.
Anko decided to travel with Takeshi, who had promised to take her to Orochimaru. It was a bit complicated because he himself didn't know exactly where the Sannin was hiding.
In Takeshi's makeshift tent, the young kunoichi was there, her sly eyes fixed on the shirtless ninja.
She categorically refused to let Takeshi out of her sight for a minute, making any escape attempt nearly impossible.
"It's not so bad either…" Takeshi thought, his eyes devouring the kunoichi's perfect curves.
"What are you looking at?" she growled, her tone icy but tinged with subtle provocation.
Takeshi, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips, slowly stood up, his muscles rippling beneath his skin.
"You," he replied, his voice rough, taking a step forward. "You're not bad, for a psychopath."
Anko snickered, her fingers playing with a senbon, the metal glinting in the firelight.
"Watch it, kid. You're playing with fire."
He approached, his gaze never leaving hers, the air crackling between them. Anko, unmoving, let him come closer, her eyes trailing over his scarred chest, a flicker of desire breaking through her cold mask.
Takeshi stopped a breath away from her, his lips brushing her ear.
"Maybe I like to burn," he murmured, his hand grazing her waist.
Anko shivered, but her smile widened, dangerous.
"Then burn," she whispered, before grabbing him by the neck, crushing her lips against his.
The kiss was brutal, voracious, their tongues tangling in a fierce battle.
How did Takeshi know he wouldn't end up headless for his bold move? It was just a lucky guess. For days, they'd been teasing each other, so he decided to push for some merit points, and it had clearly worked.
Anko bit his lower lip, blood welling, and Takeshi growled, his hands gripping her hips, pressing her against a tree at the tent's entrance.
The bark scraped her back, but she moaned, her nails digging into his chest, leaving red lines.
"Damn, you're straightforward," she panted, her thighs parting to pull him closer. Takeshi smirked, tearing her top off with a sharp tug, revealing her round breasts, her nipples hardened with excitement.
"You have no idea," he growled, his mouth capturing a breast, his tongue teasing the tip.
Anko threw her head back, a hoarse moan escaping her, her fingers tangling in his hair, pulling hard.
"Harder, kid," she ordered, her hips grinding against him. Takeshi obeyed, nipping at her skin, leaving red marks, his hands sliding to tear off her pants.
The fabric gave way, exposing her muscular thighs and black lace panties, already damp.
A mischievous smile formed on his face, his fingers brushing her intimacy, feeling her tremble under his touch.
"Playing hard to get when you're already so wet?" he murmured, his fingers slipping under the lace, circling her clitoris slowly.
Aghhhhhh!
She gasped, her nails raking his back, blood trickling from the scratches.
"Shut up and fuck me," she growled, her legs wrapping around his waist. Takeshi, breath short, ripped her panties, freeing his hardened member from his pants.
He lifted her, pressing her harder against the tree, and thrust into her brutally. Anko cried out, her muscles contracting around him, her thighs trembling.
"Yes… like that!" she panted, her hips meeting his, amplifying every thrust.
Their rhythm was wild, the slap of their skin echoing in the clearing, mingling with the crackling fire.
Sweat dripped down their bodies, the musky scent of their passion filling the air. Takeshi, relentless, alternated deep and rapid thrusts, his hands gripping her ass, his fingers digging into her flesh.
Anko, dominant despite her position, bit his shoulder, her teeth sinking until they drew blood.
"If I don't come, you're a dead man," she growled, her eyes gleaming with fierce possessiveness.
He smirked, changing angles to hit a precise spot, making her scream.
"We'll see," he murmured, his hand sliding between them to caress her clitoris, heightening her sensations.
Anko, on the brink of explosion, scratched his chest, her nails leaving red trails.
"Fuck… you're too much…" she panted, her body tensing as an orgasm ripped through her. Her muscles clenched around him, her broken cries filling the night, her thighs trembling against his hips.
Takeshi, pushed to the edge, continued, prolonging her pleasure, his groans mingling with her moans.
He set her down, turning her roughly, his hands pressing against the tree.
"Hope you're not already done," he growled, thrusting into her again, his strokes slower but deeper, each movement calculated to make her shiver.
Anko, breathless, arched her hips, her round ass offered, her moans turning into pleas.
"Faster… more…" she murmured, her fingers scratching the bark.
He quickened his pace, his hands gripping her hips, his thrusts slamming with brutal force. Sweat dripped down his chest, his scars gleaming in the firelight.
Anko, shaken by each impact, gasped, a second orgasm building.
"I'm gonna… fuck…" she moaned, her body contracting again, her legs trembling under the assault.
Takeshi, on the edge, growled, his hips slamming one last time. He withdrew, his semen splashing onto the back of her thighs, hot and sticky, a hoarse groan escaping him.
They collapsed onto the blanket near the fire, their bodies glistening with sweat, their breaths mingling. Anko, a satisfied smile on her lips, turned to him,
"Not bad, kid," she murmured, her voice rough, her eyes sparkling with mischief. Takeshi, breathless, smirked, his hands sliding over her thighs.
"Who said I was done?... That was just the warm-up," he whispered, his gaze burning with challenge.
She sat up, her breasts brushing his chest, a carnivorous smile on her lips.