Business as Usual (A)

Natsuru flustered herself during the entire journey from the gates to the complex. She was unsure if she wanted to run away, take out the guard and hide, or continue the lie. Each option had its own consequence, some more severe than the other. Running might alarm other guardsmen, while taking out the escort would be assault and possible lead to death. Especially as deep as she was within Kirigakure. The best she was left with to keep up the lie and appear passive. She was unsure what her fate would be if she was caught. Kirigakure was known for its hard leadership. From Ayame, Nikuyo, Toonami and Konami, and the former Mizukage, Kotsubo, were all known for their harsh methods and even blood lust. I don't know a lot about this Takeo guy... He's a relatively new figure. Climbing up a short series of stairs and inside the hallways she was presented to the Mizukage office. The guard would enter as she waited outside keeping her poker face. Moments later the same guard returned to gesture Natsuru to enter. Calmly she stepped inside.

Inside was a man with brown hair and soft skin. A young man at that. He was dressed in the Mizukage robes making things rather clear he was the authority. He's the Mizukage? He's barely older than me... Natsuru was a bit shocked to see someone in her age group lead such a powerful seat. But then again, neither is Nariko. Stepping forward she stopped ten feet from the desk keeping a moderate distance between the two of them. It was protocol in some places to stay a certain distance from the Kage as opposed to being to close. It may come off as threatening. Alas, there they were. And of course Takeo's first order was straight forward.

Well shit...I guess my guise ends here...

Her conventional disguise failed. Natsuru regret not utilizing the transformation technique to apply something more legitimate. Regardless, it was too late now. The only thing she could hope for is the off chance he was too naive to identify her. Raising her hands to her hood she started with that first, pulling it back to reveal her navy blue hair before pulling down her face mask letting it rest around her neck. She was revealed for who she truly was. And part of her knew Takeo would catch on.

"....Is this better?"

When she exposed herself there was a sense of...understanding? Natsuru was a bit puzzled, her mouth partially hanging open as she was at a loss for words. Such a tense atmosphere was suddenly washed away by a few words, and the Land of Water felt welcoming. She would close her mouth, a slight pink hue warming her cheeks being partially flattered Takeo recalled her name and exploits. I almost forgot about that. It was so long ago... Approximately two years ago she faced off her first enemy Shinobi. It turned out the Jinchuriki was a former Kirigakure Shinobi.

"Well...I just wanted to get out of Kumogakure for a bit. I heard Kirigakure has grown significantly over the past couple years under your leadership, no doubt. I didn't know if Kirigakure would be okay accepting a foreigner like myself, and I didn't want my journey to be in vain." She stopped there, not wanting to bother Takeo any further with pointless rambling. After all she was dealing with a heavy amount of guilt. It was something she did not experience often. After attempting to underhand an otherwise welcoming nation she felt regret in her actions and wanted to apologize. But somehow an apology was more painful to muster up than digesting her regret.

Natsuru nodded with an obedient nod acting like a child being lectured by her parents. Her timidness was plastered across her face, yet despite this she was greatly relieved. While Takeo worked to scribe her information on the piece of paper before him the tenseness of the air lifted. Takeo passed a look over her shoulder which was a signal for the gate guard and her temporary escort to retrieve the piece of paper. Natsuru stayed where she was not bothering to pass another look at the guard. Once the paper was retrieved from the desk the guard left to go process it. And alas, the two were alone.

Takeo mentioned the processing would take a short while giving them at least five minutes. Natsuru did not doubt she was going to be forced into some sense of 'small talk.' It was something she disliked primarily because it was talking with no goal. She was a woman of principle. Everything she did had a purpose. I swear if he asks me how my day has been...I think I would prefer walking out. Yet Takeo was seemingly no man of small talk either and had enough sense to construct a thoughtful question. It was refreshing to talk to someone that made her use her brain.

"Nowhere in particular, no. My decision to come here was more-or-less impulsive. Between Kirigakure and Konoha, the latter seemed to be a bit politically unstable to visit. Not to mention it is obvious Kirigakure's economy is doing much better. As for the Minor Nations...well...nothing really draws my attention. Their land and climate may differ, but a lot of them are underdeveloped." As Natsuru spoke she would appear to be loosening up utilizing more facial expressions and changing her tone as she spoke as she became more and more comfortable around Takeo. "I have traveled to the Land of Frost. It was a dreadful mission. To even consider taking that mission was a mistake, but I was guilt-tripped into it by my 'friends.' Frost is nothing but a barren wasteland of dry, cold air. Do not waste your time going there."

Natsuru finished her rant, her passion for her opposition against her time in Frost made very clear. Not to mention over two years Nariko has done nothing regarding that nation...talk about a journey in vain... Natsuru regretted ever agreeing to go on that mission. Being stuck on a month expedition dealing with Shimiko and Ryuko in a small steam wagon was far from a vacation. At least the wagon felt small, with Shimiko constantly seeking her validation and the awkwardness in the air left by Ryuko's confession. The bitter thoughts of those memories was the whole reason why she was drawn to Kirigakure. It was a break away from Kumogakure.

Takeo kept his priority on his work while still maintaining enough focus on the conversation to add meaningful contributions rather than an "okay" or fake chuckle. Certainly as a Kage for two years even a young man such as himself could get the hang of these things. Natsuru certainly has with her own responsibilities, starting up her organization and running Kumogakure's factories as well as its urban development. She had little time for her actual Jounin work, and actually preferred it that way. She refused to be the predecessor a handful of stray Genin and didn't like to risk herself in combat. Shinobi work was more of a part-time activity than her primary career. The majority of her income came from her business woman career, and that was more than enough to sustain a high-class lifestyle.

Natsuru was a quick judge of character. Takeo wasn't half bad to begin with. It appeared he was the only personal she met in a very long time that wasn't a kid or had some weird personality disorder. It was refreshing, and to top it off, he wasn't bad to look at either. Here goes nothing... Without gesture Natsuru became aware of the entire complex and beyond. Her chakra sensing has been honed to great heights since her training and nothing fell from her sights. The hallways were clear which meant her order was still being processed.

"Lord Takeo, you're rather diligent with your paperwork. Did you know that?" She said making a rhetorical remark as the boy worked to get through the hand of paper he had as fast as possible. His work ethic was perhaps greater than her own, but she was never had a proactive work ethic despite her desire to be better. Some habits never did change after all. There was a slight pause but shortly after her face displayed a smug confidence as she grabbed her cloak and pulled it off revealing what she wore beneath. Her black sandals, pants, and sleeveless top made her a generic presentation coupled with the gear she wore, though it served as something more revealing than the cloak she wore previously. She would set the cloak and her bow and quiver on a chair close to the desk while she approach it before leaning her backside against the edge of it.

She did refrain from sitting on the desk as that would make her motive much too obvious, not to mention raise suspicion. Inside it was a casual move while subliminally highlighting the important features of her body, namely her butt as it pressed against the edge of the table top giving a proper gauge of the suppleness and volume present. Of course this was for Takeo to see. Natsuru folded her arms and kept her head adjusted to partially gaze at the ceiling lighting while keeping the door in her peripheral, though with her sensory active it was impossible for anybody to get the drop on her. "We know each other enough through reputation, and you're a fairly interesting and successful man. Why not spend the evening together? You know Kirigakure more than I do, after all. You can 'keep an eye on me' as an excuse to get a little fresh air." If everything went according to plan, she would secure a first date.

Natsuru was a bit flustered in her choice to ask Takeo on a date. After all, this was actually the first time she offered to take anybody out with the intention of developing a deeper relationship. Hell, even giving out party invites were a bit troublesome for the girl. The fact is she was not a very adept people person. She had lots of knowledge when it comes to etiquette and social expectations, but also refused to exercise them in her day-to-day life. It was not hard for Takeo, or anybody that wasn't completely naive, to understand her motivation behind what she said. This was no business outing to say the least. Nailed it! She exclaimed to herself behind a subtle, confident grin.

Of course, there was more time to seize. More opportunity to be had. Securing visitation rights to the village was her first step and finding a handsome, powerful gentleman. Now she had secured a date with him, which more or less promised her she would lose her chastity that night. I should have enough to pay for a classy place for the night. Come on, Natsuru. Your confidence has brought you this far...I just need to top it off with one last thing... It was the final judgement to see if she was capable of securing the man as her own. At least for the night, that is. The bluenette's blush grew ever-so-slightly as the situation seemed to have gotten more tense. Although Takeo was nonchalantly sifting through his paperwork she was in a plentiful field of opportunity. ...Confidence!

A slight clearing in Natsuru's throat broke up the brief silence that ended with Takeo's acceptance of her invitation. The kunoichi slowly dropped to a low squat before turning around to face Takeo from the other side of the desk. Her arms folded at the edge of the desk, side of her face resting on top as she waited on her knees. "How about I give you a taste of what to look forward to...or should I say give me a taste?" A mischievous grin made its way across her face, what she was implying made very clear for the brunette. With her sensory active she could ensure nobody would sneak up on either of them. Besides, she had at least three minutes to make something work.

It was as if everything fell silent as she lifted her head from her arms in response to Takeo's invitation. As if everything went according to her plan she was successful in seducing the man. In that moment she was given a powerful surge of confidence. For once in a long time did she feel the value of being someone desirable. That aside she would actually have real experience to shut Shimiko up. It was painfully obvious she attempted to 'flex' her 'worth' in from of them whenever Sakata was around with her.Nevermind that...I can't lose focus... In her rather blind euphoria she would stand back on her feet pacing around the desk. She moved slower than an average pace, and this was simply to prepare. Undoing the clip on her belt she relieved herself of her weapons and gear getting rid of any unnecessary clutter, like her scabbard clunking on the floor and hitting the desk. She would remove her shirt as well, bunching them both together and setting them on the chair with the rest of her removed gear.

She was still relatively covered, wearing sandals, pants, and a mesh shirt with her short-sleeved iron mail over that, but she was much more exposed. "I thought I would make myself a little easier for you to play with." She said climbing over Takeo and sitting on his lap, her legs astride his hips. "After this you have to promise you will spend the night with me, okay?" She said as her ultimatum before sliding herself down his torso and onto the floor. Presentation is key...let's see here... Natsuru was well-rehearsed in the dirty manga she read that she was quite possibly more experienced than a girl her age with a normal sex life. Her knowledge and creativity mixed with a powerful imagination made her almost a professional. She just needed to have the guts to follow through with what she knew.

Opening the bottom of the man's robes she would be greeted to a regular pair of pants. She worked efficiently knowing the time restraint she had. Grabbing Takeo by his cock Natsuru would look up to the man before her moistening her lips with a single lick. Pulling her head forward she let the tip pass through her lips, puckering them as she pulled the head of Takeo's penis out just once before pushing her head forwards. As his shaft entered in full Natsuru couldn't resist but shiver as she was covered in goosebumps. There was satisfaction on her face, Natsuru to her surprise finding the experience better than she expected. Her tongue worked around the head and the underside of Takeo's cock as she kept a busy, constant pace with her head movement. She kept doing what she felt was right in hopes she would be successful in what she was doing.

Natsuru was focused on two things, one of them being a passive function that she has long since mastered. Her chakra sensing was active in the background to ensure nobody got the drop on either of them. Aside from that her conscience was clear. She had no other thoughts besides performing her best for Takeo. She was no professional, but she had knowledge of male anatomy and enough common sense as well as personal experience to know how sex organs worked, even if the feeling was potentially different. It was desirable nonetheless. It did not take her long to get comfortable with having a man's cock in her mouth. She was a bit hesitant at first as one would imagine from most inexperienced girls. But Takeo was a man who was relatively on top of his hygiene. His member was nothing more than a part of him with nothing off or awkward about it. In fact, Natsuru gauged he was a very, very good size. Easily ten inches and a solid diameter of at least three inches. In fact, just having it in her mouth got her excited enough to look forward to the night. If he comes good now he will last longer tonight... And that single thought was her key motivator to staying on focus.

She kept her tempo since she started, the speed of which she worked improving slightly as she got her technique down on top of the effectiveness. Oddly enough, having Takeo stroke her hair improved the mood tenfold. It could have been the comforting contact made by stroking her hair, or the thought of her being a pet that turned her on. Regardless, she moved her own hand into her pants through the waistband. She teased herself with her own fingers stroking her vagina and shallowing inserting them inside herself. The tenseness of the situation as well as the buildup made her incredible moist. Among the oral sounds, increased breathing through the nostrils, and the occasional brief moan from Natsuru was the sound of self-pleasure as she played with herself.

The intensity of the moment caused her to come just seconds into playing with herself, her body contracting as she shivered. Pulling her head back she slurped, his head popping off of her lips as she gasped through her mouth for a moment. Reaching her now mucus-covered hand from her pants she stroked his member skillfully, coating it in her own bodily fluids. "I don't mind skipping dinner and going straight back to your place..." She said hastily, the lust in her voice easily distinguishable as she moved Takeo's towards her mouth, Natsuru's vaginal fluids having coated it mixed with her saliva. Moving hear head forward she put it back in her mouth. This time she was entirely ready for this. Natsuru relished the taste of herself and the familiar taste of Takeo back in her mouth. Having it back in she moved her head forwards. She did not stop, but instead managed to completely insert his entire piece in her mouth to the base. Its fully length was impressive as she felt it deep in the back of her throat. To her surprise, having his cock that deep in her throat was even more pleasurable. It could almost be described as addicting.

Her technique changed due to the different circumstance. Takeo's head would reach deep in her throat, the muscles of it naturally massaging his member as she pulled back and using her tongue to massage as she breathed a bit through her nose before deepthoating again and again. The passion she displayed was more than enough to par with even a professional. Fortunately for Takeo she had the purity of a virgin, yet the dirty mind and knowledge of a freak.

Having Takeo's fingers run through her hair, stroking her scalp made the experience all greater than it already was. It was soothing and a pleasant reward system for her effort. Though, Natsuru did have to resist dozing off or giving half-hearted effort. At the same time she imagined Takeo fought easing back and letting her do all the work. It was something they both had to concentrate on doing. Although her alternative suggestion was batted down, she was satisfied either way. She figured she was getting ahead of herself; too eager to lose her virginity and actually experience sex for the first time on her end. Even though she was quite used to playing with herself, masturbation was much like trying to tickle yourself: it doesn't work the same way it does when someone else does it. The body kept track of its own movements, thus could predict the sensation whether you are tickling yourself or pleasuring. Having it done by another person was an entirely different level of euphoria. One Takeo knew well, but Natsuru didn't. Alas, she blushed and closed her eyes, nodding obediently to his statement. He's right...get ahold of yourself, Natsuru... Her mind juggled in attempts to settle down her heat, which was difficult considering she had Takeo's fully erect member in her mouth and deep in her throat.

She continued to do what she did best, the female notably getting superior with her actions every second she worked with Takeo becoming more and more comfortable with his privates. The Great Natsuru would pull his cock out her mouth once more, holding his shaft in her hand she used to pleasure herself to stroke his making sure to graze her fingers along his head. She took a few heated pants to regain her breath. In her respite, while stroking Takeo's member, he spoke giving her statement that more or less called for an answer. It oddly left her dumbfounded, as she first had to register what he said before thinking of all the possibly replies she could give him. Each one would yield a critical result giving Takeo a great impression on her, whether negative or positive. Of course the real reason why I'm so good at this is my dirty mind, which no doubt credits the authors of my books... The thought of sharing that detail of her life was incredibly dorky, so she stalled.

Holding Takeo's shaft up, while still fondling it lightly, she placed his jewels on her mouth, playing with them with her tongue and a bit of suction. I don't want to lie anymore and say he wasn't my first...I guess...spreading the truth might be the best. Removing his sack from her mouth she looked back up at Takeo resting her face against the inside of his thigh as she did. "You are my first, believe me or not. I guess you managed to bring the passion out of me...now, I want you to cum in my mouth, and I want it to be a surprise..." Natsuru said before picking her head back up and licking the man's head, rubbing the underside of his head with her tongue. She puckered her lips and started off slow again with the standard technique. This quickly changed as she bobbed her head increasing her pace before sliding his cock deep inside her throat. This is where it belongs... She mused to herself enjoying the man's throbbing member beating inside her throat as it moved to massage it. She stayed mindful of his body language, paying attention to his groans and any sign he may be close to climaxing. If that was the case she would increase her tempo and become more passionate in what she was doing. Sure enough, she wanted to make a good first impression to let Takeo know she was worth his time.

Natsuru was in her own trance with everything happening. She had ended her sensory technique a while back to focus on Takeo, relying on her natural senses to stay aware. But even those were not entirely in their prime. She was much more interested in pleasing Takeo. I never knew something like this could be so fun...I can't wait to see what actual sex is like... Her brief thought was interrupted greatly by the sudden, aggressive dominance of Takeo as he head was pulled to the base of his shaft. It took her by surprise as her throat was filled with his cock, all the way down to her throat. And to top it off it was throbbing heavily as she felt his release; the hot semen pumping out of his member straight into the deep end of her throat. Natsuru felt as if she was officially a woman now having not only experienced a man's genitalia, but making him cum. It was during his spurts did Natsuru focus on swallowing his load, which was easier than she thought yet not surprisingly considering how deep he was in her throat.

The gate sentry was back after what felt like twenty minutes to her. She heard Takeo speak his lie as she remained silent to also play the role that she was not actually under his desk. A few steps, paper shuffle, and distant footsteps leading to the door being closed ensured her safety. As the door shut she was released as she gave one last pull with her mouth with her lips popping off Takeo's shaft getting every bit of good residue that remained. As she did that she gasped for air and reclined back resting her upper body against the wooden backing of the executive desk. A bit of cum clung onto her throat as it slowly trickled down giving her a lasting presence of Takeo in her. She panted to herself recollecting herself. "It was the best...I've had in my life..." She said between breaths taking a short moment to steer herself out of heat. On her fifth she started to crawl herself out of the desk space stopping halfway as she loomed over the man just a few inches from his face. "Just make sure this is ready again for tonight." She said, grabbing Takeo's member in its decreasing state as she fingers gently teased it. "You know, I expected you to be a little above average. A little. I'm still surprised I managed to get it all the way down."

Leaning forwards she pecked the Mizukage on his forehead before climbing out. Certainly a kiss on the lips wouldn't be too far, but she was unsure if he would be comfortable with sharing his own cock through her lips. Certainly he would not relish the thought as much as she did. Natsuru approached the chair where her belongings were and began suiting up proper, starting with her belt and then moving onto her shirt and cloak.

As Natsuru gathered her belongings she noticed Takeo make way for the door, her head turning watching him stop before exiting the office. He had plans to switch into something more suitable prompting her to wait outside the complex for him. She nodded while fixing the rest of her clothing on her. She made sure to also grab the folder with her information in it for visitation rights. Having secured everything back on her body she would leave the Mizukage Office shutting the door behind her as she did. Following the main hall she would descend a set of stairs to reach the first floor before heading out the main doors. She was back outside where the cool, dank air brushed across her face. Her choice of outfit was beneficial in these conditions keeping her warm. Despite the climate between the Land of Lightning and Land of Water being radically different their temperatures were similar. Natsuru would lean over a ledge which overlooked part of the village. She would gaze into the mist and over the village watching the people of Kirigakure go about their daily business.