15. First Implantation (Ft / F)

Spoiler[collapse] “So, how often do you have these premonitions?” Tenten has me pinned beneath her on the bed while she licks and sucks on my breasts between sentences.   “They’re not weekly visions. It’s like I know some important things relevant to me happening soon and some vague things off in the distance.” I keep my hands on her firm ass cheeks, nature’s handholds, as I give her a more believable explanation for my Anime-related foreknowledge.  “But you won’t have them if you change too much?” “Yeah. That’s how I can be in the right place at the right time. It’s also the source of my dilemma.” Tenten can hear the other thing weighing me down in my voice. “I’m sorry about what happened to them, Shino-chan. It sounds to me like there wasn’t much you could’ve done, but knowing that won’t make you feel better. I’ve heard of worse ways to remember someone than having their kid, though. Did you want me to be the one who…?”  “Not yet,” I say. “I’ll find a surrogate mother later.” (Or multiple…) “We can’t spare the time now with the Chunin Exams coming.”  “Right, I’ve been waiting for this since Guy-sensei said we weren’t ready last time! You need me to make your ninja tools.” She wiggles her hips as she emphasizes ‘special.’ Searᴄh the nôvel_Fire.ηet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. “How can you be so ready and willing to lend me your womb for experimentation?”  Tenten smiles. “Think about it for a second. I’m one of the few Genin in our social circle who ’ have a rare bloodline or technique that does weird things to her body. Kiba is practically half dog, the Hyuga don’t make a secret of their brutal training from childhood, there’s the scary things they say about the Yamanaka, the legends they tell about the Uchiha, or look at Choji’s calorie requirements; of all people became a hive nest as an infant. “Ninjas without an are cannon fodder. This is my chance to join the Aburame as your girl and climb the hierarchy. I’ve known ever since I failed to walk in Tsunade’s footprints as a medical ninja there are limits to what you can achieve on your own… Unless you’re a genius like Lee.  “Now, are you going to let me make your Sharingan implant, or did you want to put a little Uchiha in my tummy?”  That gets a rise out of me. “That actually sounds fun. I think I’d like to have some mini Uchihas running around.” The idea of cucking Sasuke by resurrecting the Uchiha clan through dick is a major turn-on. “But I was thinking Ice Release.”  Tenten blinks. “Really? You’d go for Ice over the Sharingan? Don’t let Sasuke hear you say that!”  I rub her thighs, ass, and shoulders as I speak. “As a matter of fact, I want you to have the Ice Release.”  “Me?”  “Well, Ice and bugs don’t go together. Insects are coldblooded.”  “Yeah, I get that, but why give it to me? I kind of expected you to take as much power for yourself as possible. No offense; it’s a smart play.”  “You’re my girlfriend.” I pucker my lips, and she kisses me. “I want you to be safe. In this world, that means making you strong.”  “That’s the sweetest thing anyone’s ever said to me!” Tenten smothers her face in my breasts and hugs me. “I think I picked a winner with you.”  “Don’t forget I’m the one who hunted you down and seduced you.”  She laughs. “No matter how hot your tits are and how cute your ‘brooding loner’ bit is, I wouldn’t have fallen for that Pheromone technique unless I wanted to fuck your brains out from the moment we met. Glad we have that settled; now let’s get that thing in me!”  At her request, I expend some chakra and extend my Deep Dweller phallus. This is the six-inch version I ‘calibrated’ with Tenten last time. She feels the tip tap her butt cheek and lifts herself to kneel above me. “Nice. Not to put any pressure on you, but can it be bigger?” I smile, confident in my ability to scratch whatever itch my girlfriend can handle. I go to seven inches. “Oh, wow, you’re adjustable! Can I have one size larger? I mean, I’m not a size queen or anything, but…”  I stretch to eight inches and an impressive girth. “Perfect!” Tenten puts her crotch at the base of my shaft to measure the length against her abdomen with tantalizing results. She applies copious lubricant from a pink bottle to my length as she continues. “This is the exact size of my favorite dildo; I prefer something I can really feel on the up and down. I’ve got a few in larger sizes I rarely use and a novelty fist as a showpiece.” “You collect dildos?   Tenten chuckles. “I collect two things: exotic weapons and sex toys.”   “So, why haven’t I seen any?”  She tries to find something interesting in the corner of the room to stare at and fails. “We’re still , you know? I didn’t want to scare you away.”  “With which, the weapons or the toys?” I joke. “Seriously, though, it’ll take more than a few dildos to chase me away.”  “It’s… more than a dildos…”  Laughing, I reply, “You really thought your dildo collection would scare away the girl with a bug dick?” Then Tenten raises to a squat and positions her entrance above me. Lowering herself slowly, she descends onto my cock inch by inch. Tenten sucks in a breath at the halfway mark, then bites her lips at three-quarters. When her pussy hits my pelvis, she sighs in satisfaction.   Her sheath is warm, slick, and delightfully tight. With me snug inside, she looks deep into my eyes. I see lust there, sure, but the affection in her coffee-brown gaze is an espresso shot to the heart. Yeah, I’ve fallen hard for Tenten.   Her expression shifts to a teasing grin as she grabs my boobs, and tit flesh spills through her fingers. I put my hands on her modest breasts in playful retaliation and smile back. “Now, don’t you dare move,” she says. “I may be a virgin with genuine cock, but I’m an expert dildo-rider.”  Tenten lifts herself to the tip of my member like a rollercoaster climbing to the top of a hill. Then she drops onto my lap, slapping her fit ass against my thighs. “Ngh!”  Hearing her lusty exclamation sends an electric pleasure along my spine. Repeating the motion, Tenten goes up, pauses at the top, and drops. “Ngh!” She sucks her teeth and closes her eyes. My dick is full of hot lead. Again, she rises, stops, and plunges with a wet smack. “Ngh!”   Tenten stops and leans forward to rest her head on my chest with her eyes squinted shut. Her body trembles. Muscles spasm on her thighs. Her core squeezes me in rhythmic pulses. She whimpers with overwhelming sensation for a minute until she can compose herself. Then she looks up at me. “Fuck. That’s the fastest climax I’ve ever had. Yours feels better than my dildo. Hold on; I can do this.”  She adjusts the angle of her squat and grabs my arms to better anchor her movements. Tenten pistons her hips with speed as a point of pride. She doesn’t skimp on distance, going as far up as she can without letting my tip slip free before touching her pussy lips to my hilt. Lewd claps fill the room as she drives me toward completion with relentless focus. I tighten my abs as pressure builds in my loins. The sight of her bouncing breasts brings me to the edge, but I can’t quite reach it.   I clench my jaw. Wavering on the brink has my legs jumping with each pump of Tenten’s hips. Instinct and sexual frustration make me lunge up and wrap my arms around her torso. I don’t let her fall, using my grip on her for leverage.   With us locked together, I thrust my dick deep, hard, and fast. Her thighs quiver in the early signs of orgasm as my cock slams home. My initial release fills her instantly, and cum spills onto my pelvis. I hold us together in that embrace as I pump a Dweller Seed through my shaft in a second, stronger release.  It feels like a molten hot rod of pleasure being driven through me. It feels like a tadpole wriggling through a straw. My tip kisses Tenten’s cervix as the Seed swims out of me and into her. Her orgasm’s intensity doubles and she cries my name. “Shino-chan!”   We collapse in a heap of sweaty flesh as we descend from that high. The two of us remain embraced as my deflating member slips from her tunnel and into mine. Wordless, we hold one another until the sweat dries and our bodies cool enough to pull on the covers.  “How long does it take?”  I know what she means. “A couple of weeks. Then you give ‘birth.’ Except, it’s supposed to be a lot easier than a real baby. I’ll be right here, though, I promise.”  “I know,” she whispers into the hollow of my neck as we lay together, limbs intertwined, in her bed.