"How the fuck are you alive?"

Compared to why he was currently tied to a chair - naked - in the middle of the Hokage office that seemed to be the more pressing matter. He was fairly certain that the woman swaying her hips towards him playing a flute had been killed by Shikamaru. At least two times so far. "Also why am I naked."

Tayuya (that was her name right?) smiled from behind her flute, her sinful melodies sending shivers down his spine with each note. He could practically feel her fingers dancing along his spine like a thousand kisses. How on earth was she making that fancy whistle do all this to him?

He had never given the flute a passing thought before, it was just some random tube with holes in it. It didn't even sound that great! Not like a drum or a good guitar. But when this redhead played it she might as well have been sucking him off with music.

"And why are you doing this?" Holy crap he was hard. Painfully hard. The air stung and and each note seemed to draw more blood into his dick. This was bad. This was really bad what if someone came in and saw him like this? And why did that turn him on even more? Where was Kurama when he needed him!

Probably laughing nine of his tails off.

She stopped in front of him, she was different from before, more mature, a lot more mature. No longer was she the girl that should have been dead. In her stead was a vile temptress of womanly wonder. The music stopped and she pulled off her shirt. Revealing her slender stomach that had just enough definition to be seen while retaining that womanly softness to it. Her breasts were perfect, proud, and perky, perched high on her chest with pretty pink nipples capping each of them. At least a handful, maybe more.

"Because, Na-ru-to" each syllable made him twitch and moan against his restraints. Her hand burned trails of lust across his skin as she traced his collar bone. Words and sound lost meaning as he fell into her touch, embracing the desire for just a moment snapping towards her. He wanted to touch her. He wanted to touch her so much.

Not a moment later she was straddling him, his dick pressing against her stomach as it served as a barrier between them. She was soft, intoxicatingly so. Her arms snaked around his neck digging into his very soul like the roots of a tree. Their breaths mingled in the air between them. Lust, desire, sex, beauty, hate, control, confusion: all of these and more formed a twisted concoction that would make a nun hard.

"We're a lot alike, and you've been in my head for a long," She drew closer, slowly, like the second hand on the clock right before it was time to leave for the day, he could do nothing but watch and pray that she sped up. "Long," Her tongue flickered against his lips. "Long," He powerless against her. She brushed against his cheek towards his ear. Nibbling on it. "Time."

He let out a moan that was half getting out of bed and half animalistic desire. She was enticing better than ramen. Better than anything. But she wouldn't let him have her. He bit his lip hard enough to draw blood. The illusion didn't fade, it didn't even respond. This was real. So very real.

"Why are you doing this?" It took all of his will to speak those words.

"I thought that was obvious," Her laugh was closer to a purr, making his insides turn to jello and more blood fill his dick. It was like he was going to burst at any moment. She kissed along his jawline teasing his lips when her chocolate eyes came into view. She was beyond beautiful. "I'm an Uzumaki ya'know. And I'm here to fuck the shit out of you, Lover-Boy."

Holy shit! Shit shit shit. He had heard that word a hundred times over. But there was something about the way she said it, the word became dirty, primal, viscial. Left him feeling like he hadn't showered in a week.

"What…-" He struggled against the bonds. He barely knew this woman. It had taken him like five minutes to remember her name. He had a fondness for redheads and would have remembered her if she wasn't dead. Or if she looked the way she did now. Her long red hair followed her every motion like a river of blood. "What if I don't want to?"

He wanted to. Badly. This was a physical need now. He needed to grab her by the hips and fuck her until his dick stopped hurting.

She laughed again and his legs twitched. She ran her hands along his body touching everything. Her eyes were drawn to his member dick and the softest of smiles graced her face. That smile meant absolutely nothing good and it made his heart race like nothing before. "We're having sex Naruto. Whether or not it's consensual is up to you."

She stood, leaving him cold and alone tied to the chair unable to reach her to stop her from moving away. No matter how hard he struggled he couldn't so much as move forward. Her hips swayed as she took one step away from him. Her pants hit the ground so fast that if he blinked he would have missed it. She was wearing nothing.

Time stopped as he stared at her ass. It was perfect. The cherry on top of a sex sundae. Her legs were long lean and lickable. Then there was her pussy. He could feel her heat from here. It called to him. Saying it's cold outside, come in here and your dick will be nice and warm.

"Fuck," he breathed. His mouth still tasted of blood.

"If you insist." She was straddling him again. His dick raged just inches away from her waiting pussy, it glistened in the light of the setting sun like honey. She placed both hands on his shoulders and flipped her hair back. She was an angel of sex and desire. And he was ready to receive her blessing. "I'm going to fuck the fucking fuck out of you."

The gates of heavens opened for him the moment he felt his dick slide inside of her. Every inch was unlike anything he had ever felt, it made his legs twitch and his body spasm. It was like ripping off a bandaid without any of the just pain, but a million times better. He bit his lip, reopening that wound gathering just enough of his sense to speak a single word.

"Fuck," He growled struggling against his restraints. He wanted to touch her. He needed to. She was there in front of him, grinding into him with an animalistic frenzy. This was sex. This was real sex, not that cheap substitute he had before. Suddenly he understood why Jiraiya was so set on getting the stuff. If it was like this every time he'd become a pervert too. Well, more of a pervert.

She moaned leaning forward her face inches away from his. Her brown eyes smoldering with enough lust to set the countryside aflame. She desired him just as much as he desired him, if not more so. That made him want her all the more.

With a gasp she closed the distance, throwing her hands behind his neck and going in for a kiss. It was everything he had dreamed a kiss could be. It was hot passionate, filled with lust, desire, and love in equal parts, if he wanted more of any part of it there was more. And he returned every ounce of it. The kissing turned to sucking, to biting and back again in a deadly dance of lips that had no end.

Her fingernails, mixing pain and pleasure, filling the air with the scent of sex and the coppery smell of blood. It only fueled him, his hips began to buck into her with vigor. Her moans only drove him forward running towards the sweet release she was promising him.

She pushed him back, blood - his blood - dripping off of her lips like a sanguine waterfall. "You haven't felt anything yet."

Inch by inch she rose up. For a second it felt like his eyes rolled into the back of his head. Just before the tip left her warmth did she pause hovering there for a moment, enjoying the feeling or his suffering. Probably both. "You're so big you know," She purred rubbing her blood soaked hands along her body. "It feels so fucking good, like you're touching everything."

"And I want more." She slammed back down onto him, it was softer than a pillow but with more force than one of Sakura's punches. He was sent into a rapture, his bonds straining. He needed to touch her, she was begging for it. He needed to kiss her again and again and again until their lips were rubbed raw. Again she rose up, just the slightest bit faster this time, but still agonizingly slow.

"So much more." She came down on him again slower this time. He felt his dick twitch inside of her and her walls clenching around him, pulling him inside of her like she was a hungry dick eating monster. "Fuck, you're so fuck."

He couldn't agree more, his mouth opened but the only came out was a mix between a groan and a moan that left him sounding like a dying horse. He could feel it building. This wonderful sensation that they were fast approaching. The climax. With each motion of Tayuya's hips getting faster and faster he was getting higher and higher.

"I'm," He managed to squeak out in the moments where his brain was actually working. "I think I'm going to cum soon."

His leg twitches and his balls began to tighten. She was going so fast now. Any moment now he'd be able to release everything.

She purred kissing him again, with more vigor than before, biting at his lip. He desired this woman more than anybody. He wanted to hold her and never let go. "Cum for me Naruto. Fill me to the brim. I want it all."

"Promise me you'll cum for me Naruto." She hugged him, her movements all but coming to a halt as she began to tighten around him, her entire body shaking and tensing all at once. She screamed from the bottom of her soul. "Come for me Naruto! Come for me! You have to promise!"

"I promise!" He probably said that to often, it was as easy as breathing. "I'm cumming!"

Release. All that beautiful tension and desire they had built up was finally brought to an end that shook his world. He emptied himself inside of her, and then some his body quaking as his dick pumped more and more of his sperm inside of her, filling her to the brim as it began to leak down his shaft.

Tayuya refused to let go, her moan continuing for far longer than his, as her hips still rocked on his softening dick. "You'll come for me right?"

He just did though right?

"You promised right Lover-Boy?" she pushed away from him, she was crying now despite the smile on her face. She kissed him again. This was different from before. It wasn't a sex kiss, it was a pleading desperate kiss. One that said goodbye. "And you never go back on your promises right?"

"You'll come for me."

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Naruto awoke with his heart pounding and drenched in a cold sweat. His nightshirt clung to him and the wedding band on his finger burned like hot iron. He groaned, staring out his window to the moon bathed landscape of Konoha. It had felt so real. But Tayuya was dead. And even if she was alive, she probably hated him.

His dick was also really hard and covered in sperm but that was beside the point.

"Naruto?" Hinata sat up rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. Her pale eyes matched the moon as she looked at him. "Are you okay?"

"Yea," He did not want to have to explain to his Fiancè how he just had a wet dream about a dead girl a week before their wedding. "I'm fine it was just a dream."

"Wanna talk about it?" Her hand was as cold as ice when it touched his shoulder. "I'm here for you."

"Thanks, I'm fine though. It was just a dream after all."

No matter how real or good it felt.

AN: this is what happens when I have writers block and my beta says hey why not have Tayuya screw Naruto's brains out?

It was a good idea.

Beta'd by xxTerror33xx