Naruto: The Prince of Lust

The blond heiress always had so much going for her after allbeauty, confidence, intelligence, perhaps not of her level, but she wasn\'t stupid either, and is an heiress of a prominent clan of Konoha. It just wasn\'t fair.

Now, however, nothing her platinum- blond, former-friend could do would ever compare, and Sakura couldn\'t help but twist the knife just a little bit harder.

Moving closer than necessary to the Yamanaka flower, Sakura practically sings near her ear, "Sasuke-kun and I have only been teammates for a month and I already get to touch him practically anytime I want.

Who knows what might happen when it\'s just the two of us by ourselves sweaty and hot-blooded from intense training in his comfortable home so near a bed."

For the first time since her newfound outlook, Ino\'s mask broke. Her hands move of their own accord, pushing a surprised Sakura back, not enough to fall, but more than enough to extend her hands ahead of her, directly at the heart of the pink-haired demon.

The action was faster than they can rationally explain, or properly counter. Ino only reacted like a wounded animal desperate to survive against a predator toying with their prey.

Maybe two weeks ago, the news would\'ve only stunned her, if not ruined her day, but now, after everything she\'s lost to the worst person to lose it too, after fighting her daily carnivorous desires for more, Ino couldn\'t take any more beatings her life\'s been taking.

Her hands move fast, not with her explicit authority, but not without her consent either, as she forms her clan\'s signature hand seals. "Shintenshin no Jutsu," she declares like a strong war cry.

Ino\'s body dropped to the ground like a puppet with its strings cut as Sakura, now under Ino\'s control, assesses the pinkette\'s body movement and hand grip.

Not a second after she used her family\'s technique on a former-friend and now eternal adversary, Ino-Sakura picks up her unconscious body and continues her trek as she was originally doing, all the while mercilessly forming the plan to make all the hurting stop.

Kicking at Naruto\'s door, Ino-Sakura calculates how much time she has before she\'ll have to dispel when she thankfully hears, "just a second!"

Ino-in-Sakura\'s-body was very worried her blond defiler wasn\'t home and would have to do something less effective, but at least in this, things are working out. Calling through the door, Ino yells, "Naruto, it\'s me Ino."

"Ino-chan!" she hears him yell through the rough metal door. She places her foot on the door just as he tries to open it, stopping him from ruining her plan. She didn\'t exactly have time to explain to him why she looks like Sakura and is hold a body that looks like Ino.

She yells back, "Look, I don\'t have a lot of time to explain, so you need to do everything I say, okay?"

"Um, why do you sound like Sakura-chan?"

"Naruto!" She yells back, already anticipating the chakra exhaustion if she doesn\'t finish in time. "Unlock the door, go to your bedroom, find something to tightly cover your eyes and sit on the bed."

"Uhh, really?" he asks from the other side of the metal door

"If you don\'t do it now, I\'m going to leave and never come back," Ino-Sakura throws back, and within a matter of seconds, the door\'s three locks click unbolted and the sound of footsteps running away is heard.

Ino-Sakura quickly gets inside and places her body gently on the old ratty looking sofa. It\'s the first time she\'s been in Naruto\'s room and other than coming to the conclusion that it\'s utterly disgusting, she ignored it.

Lucky Sakura\'s sense of smell isn\'t as developed as hers, not to say she didn\'t detect the sharp tang of garbage among other moldy odors, but Sakura\'s sense of smell dulled it more than her own body would\'ve detected.

Moving to his bedroom, she leans against the door frame, calling out, "you\'re blindfolded right?"

The moment he replies, "uh, no," she notices an insta-camera. "What? Why not?"

The dolt surprises her some by asking, "how do I know it\'s you and not some trick?"

"Fine," she states, admitting that made sense, but she was on the clock and went with the most obvious proof. "You and I had... sex two weeks ago in the forest a lot of it," she adds, feeling Sakura\'s cheeks heat with blush. She grabs the camera as he tells her he\'s ready.

Walking in with purpose, she\'s quickly on her knees in front of Naruto\'s seated position on the edge of his unkempt bed. His blindfold seems intact and unlikely to see Sakura\'s notable features.

Her original plan was to fool Naruto into thinking that it was Ino in the henge form of Sakura, but that would\'ve involved more complications than she can plan for in the heat of the moment. Ino also wants this to be uniquely Sakura\'s penance, and with the old camera, it completed her plan neatly.

That is to say, a perfect plan after she gave the boy a blowjob.

She hates that she\'s both dreading it and looking forward to it. It\'s not as if she hasn\'t had him in her mouth before, but she\'s been working hard to quash her craving for that feeling he gave her two weeks ago.

It was a daily struggle, sometimes hours long to refuse that longing, and she was getting better as time went on, but now her hands are on his strong thighs, moving up to the ambrosia that gave her a taste of pure bliss.

She wasn\'t sure what would happen afterward, how hard her fight would become, but if it meant Sakura\'s mutual destruction, it would be worth it.

Set in her task, she sets Naruto at ease. He doesn\'t seems to know what to expect and is nervous. "Naruto, I can\'t stop thinking about what we did, and I want to do some more now, but I\'m really nervous, which is why I asked you to put the blindfold on."

"I guess I can understand that," he casually mentions. "But what did you want to do?"

She moves closerbetween his legsand begins to unbuckle his trousers, fettering with the zipper before bringing it down. The sound is deafening, nearly causing Ino to second-guess herself, but she squares her shoulders, reaches for his toad covered boxers.

"Lift your hips," she asks, and she slides both trousers and boxers to his ankles.