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Youâre his wife. His muse. His weakness. And when he has you spread out beneath him, dripping and moaning his name?
Heâs not a Sannin. Heâs not a legend.
Heâs just a man, completely pussy drunk and addicted to you.
It starts with a kiss to your thigh.
Then one more, closer now, his lips brushing over your soaked panties, his fingers slowly dragging them down with a grin.
âI missed you, yâknow,â he murmurs, his voice low, rough, already wrecked with want. âYou have no idea how long Iâve been thinking about this.â
You try to respond, but the moment his tongue drags through your foldsâslow and deepâyour back arches, your fingers flying to his hair.
He groans like heâs the one getting touched. Like your pussy is the only thing thatâs ever satisfied him.
âFuck, baby,â he pants, âtastes even better than I remember...been two fuckin long.â
In reality it's been not even a month.
He spreads your thighs wider, his big hands holding you open, firm but reverent. And then?
Not just lickingâsucking, moaning, burying his face in your heat like he needs it more than air. His tongue flicks over your clit, then plunges into you deep and slow, like heâs mapping your body by taste alone.
Your thighs tremble.Your hips grind against his mouth.
You feel his growl more than you hear it, the vibration making your vision blur.
âYouâre so fuckinâ sweet,â he groans, voice muffled by your cunt. âGonna make me lose my damn mind, babyâshitâŠâ
All that swagger, all that Sannin confidence? Gone.
Heâs just a man nowâyour man, drunk on the taste of you, obsessed with making you come.
And when Jiraiya hooks his arms under your thighs, pulling you closer, locking you down to the bed?
Thatâs when he really goes feral.
Tongue swirling, lips sealed tight around your clit, sucking like a man possessed. Like youâre water in the desert. Like if he doesnât drink all of you, heâll fucking die.
Youâre gasping now, incoherent, your fingers tangled in his wild white hair.
âJiraiyaâfuckâ*donât stopâ*pleaseââ
He moans like a man in heaven, grinding his face against your pussy, eyes half-lidded and completely gone.
âWasnât gonna,â he rasps. âNot until you come all over my fuckinâ face.â
You breakâlegs shaking, voice cracking, thighs clamped around his head while he licks you through it, swallowing down everything like itâs the best thing heâs ever tasted.
Tears were pricking your eyes, your chest rapidly falling as you did your best to catch your breath while your mind was still in the clouds.
Even when you try to push him away, too sensitive, too overstimulatedâhe doesnât move. He just looks up at you, lips slick, cheeks flushed, and says:
âOne more, because I can't stop, baby. Shit. Just one more. Gimme another. Youâve got more in youâI know you do.â
Youâre crying his name now, begging, tremblingâbut he goes back in and keeps licking.
And when you come againâlegs shaking, voice gone, your pussy soaked and throbbing around nothingâhe moans like heâs the one coming.
He finally pulls back, breathless, face wet, eyes glazed.
âFuck,â he groans, wiping his mouth. âI could die right here. Buried between these thighs. Grinninâ like an idiot.â
You try to say something. Anything. But your brain is gone as you let your body slump against the pillow as a lazy but tired formed on your lips.
He grins up at you, voice low and teasing.
âYou still with me, Mrs. Toad Sage?â
You weakly nod, legs still twitching. "I think."
âGood,â he growls, climbing up your body and grinding his hard cock against your soaked core.
âBecause I ainât even inside you yet.â
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