From Darkness' Embrace (A)

Andariel stayed submerged up to her nose in a hot spring's bath as she practiced her breathing exercises ensuring she had full control over her body once again. The water was nice with her hygiene being fairly neglected over the course of her comatose state. She was given sponge baths she imagined not very often. A sponge bath to her was only for emergencies and were not meant to be sustained off of. She spent a solid hour in the water making sure she was squeaky clean before climbing out and back to the dressing room. She dried off completely looking at herself in the mirror while doing so. She was thankful that despite her previously neglected hygienic state her skin and hair remained desirable.

Andariel herself is a tall, voluptuous woman standing 6'2 and weighing 160 lbs. Her skin is a pure white tone free from any blemishes, sun marks, or body hair. The only sign of hair on her body is from her head. Silky, jet black hair cascades down her back ending just at her tailbone. Her eyes are a golden amber and standard in appearance. Protruding through her hair Andariel has a pair of white horns which extend outwards but curve just slightly inwards towards the end allowing them to serve as functional tools in combat if necessary. But she doubted that she needed to skewer anybody anytime soon. Patting her hair dry and rubbing her horns with the towel she ensured she was clear before suiting up in her gear.

From her feet Andariel wears a standard pair of black leather combat boots which extend up just below her knees. These are paired with a set of steel plated shin guards which protect the top part of her feet and up to just below the sleeve of her boots. The shin guards are buckled by several straps around the back side. Paired with her setup is a pair of simple black pants offering minimal protection except from the elements. On her top she dons a metallic gray arming coat which protects her torso and arms. The entire affair is shrouded by a short sleeve mail hauberk which had its sleeves ending just at her elbows. The rest of the hauberk extended down to her knees acting like a skirt. She wears a double leather sash around her waist to help distribute the weight of the hauberk, increase mobility, and stow weaponry.

On the far right of her uppermost belt she carries her arming sword. It was a standard arming sword with a leather-wrapped grip, steel pommel, crossguard, and double-edged blade tapering to a point. This was stored in a standard black leather scabbard. On the same belt to her left side is a small steel buckler hooked to her belt by an attachment. Further behind the shield setup are five kunai fitted into slots on her belt being held securely in place. To her right side located before her sword on the second belt she carried a simple one-handed steel mace. Around her back side and secured with a leather strap is a brown leather satchel. Across her torso she wears a leather baldric which supports a two-handed ax worn on her back and a dagger on the front closer to her abdomen. The ax has a sturdy, oak shaft accompanied by a large crescent head. Her lower arms are protected by a set of black leather gloves which cover her hands entirely up to her elbows. Much like her boots these are supported by a pair of steel arm guards protecting the forearm and back hands.

The armor was a bit loose in some parts mostly due to her severe caloric restriction when in her coma causing her to lose a few pounds. She had a grocery bag with her possessions. The last thing she recalled was shopping in a Bed and Bath store talking to some redhead before everything going blank. But she still had the goodies she paid for reaching in for some perfume she bought sprucing herself up with its sweet scent. She was clean, fragrant, and ready to be reintroduced back to society. Her hands raised and formed the Ram seal as her appearance began to change for the better. The girl's height was brought down to 5'11 and her horns vanishing entirely. She looked like an ordinary girl on the tall side now. Carrying her goodies with her arm through the bag strap she'd head towards the exit of the bath house. It was time.

Upon opening the front doors her eyes immediately began to scan the crowds of the plaza. Even with a trained eye it was a bit difficult to accurately assess the sheer volume of passerby accurately. It was in this thought her body naturally reacted to the struggle as her doujutsu triggered. The once golden eyes turned red as wisps of ethereal purple flames freely streamed off the corners of her eyes. Her vision and perception around her enhanced drastically as everything slowed down. Her eyes jumped around the crowds. Bunches of people generally meant groups of friends, families, or business people. She was looking for a single male passerby. They were the kind to be least likely distracted.

The Stuff:

UAs:

It was the middle of the afternoon on a day in the middle of the week. The sun shone on the mountain-side Hidden Cloud Village, filling the streets with the warm glow of the sun. The people in the village seemed happy. Perhaps the pleasant day was enough to uplift their own moods and put a little pep into everyone’s step. The market was bustling. People were shuffling along towards all the local businesses and spending their money.

“Mom and Dad are likely doing good today,” Naito said to himself with a soft smile, finding the news wonderful. Things had been rough for them lately. It was a big blow to lose Naito in the store, as he took care of a lot of things in the shop (from maintenance to even filling out some of the smithing orders they got).

Naito enjoyed his new promising career as a shinobi. A life full of adventure, of testing out his skills, and of finding his own path (instead of being tied down to his parent’s shop). The freedom to be his own man. It was refreshing. And best of all, if he made it in this crazy world then he could help make sure his parent’s prospered. He had a lot to look forward to.

But today was just another relaxing day. He was taking a break from training to just enjoy the village for a bit. It was too nice a day to waste on training. As he walked amongst his fellow man, the brown skinned teenager looked out at all of the faces present today. Old men with their grandchildren, teenage girls hanging out with their friends, a father and son. Many different pairs, groups, and gatherings were all around him, enjoying themselves and this special day.

In a way he was a little jealous. They were having fun with their loved ones, and the teen male was by himself. All of his friends from the shops and restaurants next to his dad’s were busy working. None of them were lucky enough to have joined the shinobi core. Of course, Naito was still at the basic level of shinobi life. D-Rank Missions were fairly tedious and frankly not much better than his old chores. But it was part of the gig. Adventure was just around the corner, and they would be jealous of him soon enough.

He was wearing his usual gear, which consisted of a sleeveless purple hoodie with two brass chains on the front and black pants. He was lacking equipment at the moment so he didn’t have a shuriken holster or anything, but he was working on that. He had the standard shinobi sandals and a black tank-top underneath his hoodie.

So to the average eye he looked more like a civilian than a shinobi-in-training.

Spoiler:

The Oni's eyes moved like a vigilant sentinel on lookout as she actively tried her hardest to find a lone male. She wasn't too picky either as men were obviously seen by a different lens to her. With enough luck her eyes locked on the presence of a young man wandering the plaza area seemingly with no care in the world. His destination was unknown as he cruised along the traffic trying to find purpose in the large metropolis known as Kumogakure. Her technique deactivated allowing her eyes return to its normal state as her heart began to beat with joy. Keeping her eyes locked on his location she took a linear path towards him avoiding the civilians passing by. She had the element of surprise, if one could call it that, as she approached him from his flank. It made introductions easier and less awkward as opposed to her boldly seeking him in his point of view. She wanted the encounter to feel genuine to make interaction seem a lot more natural. These minor tricks and details were developed over years of experience, though as a humble succubus she knew she still had years to go before she was anywhere near an expert.

She doubted her approach would be noticed among the crowd. The boy didn't seem like a ninja giving her the sense of security that he was not so sharp regarding changes in the environment. But in the event he did notice it would be too late. Andariel's boot's toe stuttered on the cobblestone road simulating a misplaced step as the woman collapsed towards the brown skinned male. "Careful!" She shouted for his concern while internally smirking as his inevitable doom. She'd attempt to fall into him and would exert more force than necessary to try and bring him down. For any case that he was strong enough and reactive enough to halt her fall she'd cease her struggle and let herself fall in his arms. Otherwise the boy would be welcomed with a fully armored mistress driving her body into his after a fall, who happened to weigh a lot more than she appeared.

In a successful scenario she would find herself laying on top of young man, her weight crushing yet...plush? Of course beneath her armor was her supple female body. This was coupled with a very sweet scent. It was soft and milky, sharing the fragrances of rose with a hint of subtle vanilla. If the boy was familiar with various perfume brands he would be able to identify it was an extravagant bottle suggesting she was wealthy or really cared about her appearance. She'd lay still for a moment to gauge his reaction. If there was no reply she could have fallen too hard resulting in a head injury for the boy. If she replied too quick he may be more dismissive and upset if anything. It was why Andariel decided to play the victim feigning unconsciousness to generate concern. She may not be an expert, but she knew the principles of manipulation.

Naito’s stroll was relaxed. A steady walking pace, keeping in league with everyone else that was moving ahead of him. He didn’t want to hold anybody up, so he made sure that he didn’t lollygag. The brown haired gentleman was leaner than most boys of his size, partially because his fitness was more cardio-based than weight training. He was fairly swift for a genin, with his movements and grace clashing in contrast with his less-than-noble background.  When he held a sword during the academy, this only amplified. He was a bladedancer more than a juggernaut or an elementalist.

Naito’s skin almost glowed in the sun, the lighting illuminating his clear and soft brown skin. Despite his economic status and his previous profession, he carried a rather soft class about him. He was polite, albeit overly blunt at times. His purple eyes were certainly special, unlike anything the rest of the people around him possessed. It was a physical trait unique to his family in Kumogakure. He did well to maintain his hair so that it retained its shape and soft texture. He bathed regularly due to his previous life in the forge, never wanting to smell.

Despite his grace and regular maintenance, even the young shinobi was prone to error. He didn’t notice the woman’s approach, until after her cry for help. His purple eyes widened in surprise, as he positioned his body to catch her. Turning his feet and readying his hands, the young shinobi reacted in time to catch her fall. But what he did not anticipate was the level of force that she brought with her. Despite the fact that he was a trained shinobi, even he wasn’t strong enough to completely hold her up, and so she fell atop him in the middle of the street. A clank and a crash brought attention to the two, as traffic ceased on the street. The heavy metal-clad woman pressed down on him, her voluptuous body and hard gear pressing against him in wide discomfort.

A light blush rose to his cheeks, as his eyes were tempted to wander. But he was a gentleman, and so did not linger his gaze, rather keeping them closed. He was a teenager with hormones, but he had some semblance of self-control.

But she made no response, which caught his attention. She didn’t say anything, nor was she moving. Could she be hurt? He opened his eyes once more, noticing the woman may have been unconscious. He wasn’t a medic or anything, but lack of movement was certainly a bad sign.

“Are you alright, miss?!”

He put his hand, warm to the touch it was, upon her cheek with a soft pat. If she garnered no response, he would lightly and gently tap at it in an attempt to get her attention and wake her. He was no medic after all. What else was he supposed to do in this situation?

Andariel laid motionless across the boy as she felt his elevated breathing beat against her as well as her body pressing down rather uncomfortably due to the massive weight that backed herself and her gear. Together she easily weighed 260 lbs which would be unpleasant to almost anybody not built to take that sort of impact. Fortunately for the boy he was still conscious and delivered the response she was looking for. She ignored his verbal response because she detected an incoming gesture. A hand caressed the side of her face giving her the cue that there was some form of endearment the boy already had for it, whether it being he was a genuinely nice guy or a young man with a single objective on mind. Either one worked for her, as she intended to escort either motive to the same destination.

To the boy's grace he would feel the pressure lift off his body as breathing became significantly easier. She shifted her body off his, though only enough to give some freedom of movement as she intended to stay in his personal space. She supported her body using a single arm which was placed on the streets next to the boy's waist across his body. She effectively locked him in like a lap seat belt, though played it off as entirely unintentional as her eyes would blink slowly. She'd rub her forehead with her opposite hand. While on the ground she manipulated her transformation technique to help give her a small bruise from impact. With the same hand she'd brush her ebony locks away from her face to meet Naito's. She'd peer into his eyes with her alluring golden gaze. She was a weak succubus and unable to enthrall him there which forced her to improvise with rudimentary methods.

"Oh my, I'm so sorry!~" Her voiced chimed. Andariel spoke with a cordial tone appearing very ladylike. It was the one thing she didn't have to pretend which made her job a bit easier. "I hope I didn't hurt you, it's just...my bag. I was distracted and lost my footing." Her grocery bag was still securely strapped around her arm and the contents safe, fortunately. As for Andariel, she wasn't. Raising her arm she placed it on her own head as she winced in a bit of pain. "I think I may have hit my head too hard on my way down. Could you maybe help me?" She said lifting her resting arm up and adjusting his chin to her gaze. "If you have some medicine at home that would really help. I live down in the Takagamahara region. I am here because of the hospital for a...condition. Needless to say I am very low on money. Could you do that?" Her hand lowered to his lap as she gave the "sad puppy eyes" to encourage him to make the right decision.

The initial lack of response was most worrying. Not just for her, but for the young shinobi as well. She was heavier than she looked, particularly because of the gear that she was carrying. Was she supposed to be a Ninja too? Her gear certainly didn’t feel civilian-like. He could tell just from a gaze that it was the gear more than her that was giving him such a pressing weight. She was certainly tall and curvy, but he wouldn’t call her plump. Plump would be an insult to what was honestly probably one of the most gorgeous women he’d ever met.

Of course, how reliable was his opinion? He spent a lot of time in the shop before all this after all, and didn’t meet a lot of girls. Maybe a bunch of girls looked this pretty? Somehow in his head he doubted that though.

But thankfully she seemed to physically respond, shifting along taking some of the pressure off of him. He savored a deep breath. That felt much better, albeit now it was emotionally debilitating instead of physically so. She wasn’t completely off of him, and that level of closeness was enough to make the Genin upkeep that soft blush. As her eyes opened and she pushed her hair to the side, he noticed how unique they themselves were.

Who was she?

Purple eyes met hers in a state of wonder. The two staring at each other for a bit, as the people nearby began to walk around them. A few people muttering and silently complaining at the two for blocking up part of the road. The clumsy lady apologized for the disturbance, which made the teen feel a bit guilty.

“No no, it was my fault! I should have responded a bit quicker and noticed your approach… Some Cloud Shinobi I am, haha,” Naito apologized followed by a somewhat forced laugh.

He was embarrassed beyond belief over the whole situation.

Naito felt even worse when she seemed to have some kind of head trauma.

“Uh. Sure,” He agreed hesitatingly. It was a little awkward, but he didn’t live terribly far. And with his parents manning the shop, he had the house to himself for a bit. So it’s not like they would notice the stranger’s presence.

“I live not far from here. My name’s Naito, by the way. We should have some first-aid supplies for that in the house. I may not be a medic but I know enough basic care to help. Can you walk, or do you need to lean on me?”
 
He was genuinely concerned.

Andariel felt confident enough that she secured the boy's company for the evening as his responses couldn't have been anything less than a script. He seemed nervous when agreeing, but it was an agreement nonetheless. She'd push herself up off the streets, visually struggling while doing so before she succeeded, though stumbling towards the end. He introduced himself as she gained footing and offered to be her support for her in her state. She'd jump on the opportunity regardless if Naito offered it or not. The fact that he did offer it made things a whole lot easier for her. She'd wrap both arms around his left arm and embrace it softly to her body intentionally including her breasts in it. Upon leaning her bosom pressed against his upper arm allowing her to distribute her weight into Naito easier. She would be kind and not burden his too much. After all she was pretending to have a headache, not a broken leg.

"Oh, pardon me!~ I'm Andariel Bloodworth. As you can tell by my name and outfit, I'm not from this culture. I'm from a place far oversea." Normally she would give a curtsy but she was wrapped around Naito at the moment and didn't want to cause a greater scene than she needed to. She'd let Naito lead the way to his home which shouldn't be too far from the Takamaki Plaza. A large majority of the city's residents resided in the residential suburbs which started just a few blocks from where they were. It was curious to note he was in fact a Cloud Shinobi, her judgement being wrong about him. He was most likely a new Genin. Regardless of his rank, Kumogakure sponsored all Shinobi well with great living accommodations. She would know, being a militant herself. She dared not call herself a ninja.

"I don't recall where I used to live exactly. My father and I moved around a lot. Eventually we decided to find new life up north and took a ship to the Land of Lightning. Unfortunately, the ship was overrun in a tropical storm and I was separated from my father. I managed to swim ashore to a port town and lived on the streets. After all, I was only just a vagabond with nothing to my name. No family, no wealth, and no skills. Fortunately the people here are not as heartless. I eventually developed the skills to sustain myself as I traveled inland. I found Shungiku town and made it my home. And I have been living there for over three years now."

Naito was grateful to be without that pressure, as she finally started to get up off of him. The brown-skinned teenager would rise up to his feet as well carefully, prepared to lend a hand should she fall off of her balance while getting up. If she hit her head really hard then it was possible she’d be a little wobbly, if past experiences have taught him anything. She pretty much rushed to him, clinging to his arm with both arms and pressing her chest against it to lean on… Was this the proper form? He was going more for like.. Wrapping an arm around his shoulder like he’d done a dozen times before. By clinging to his arm- there was an intimacy that he wasn’t expecting. And it was not what he was prepared for.

He tried not to say anything. Even if he did all it would do is offend her.

Andariel Bloodworth. What a strange, exotic name. He found it intriguing, and it caught his attention. He was certain he wouldn’t forget it. Though he would have to practice pronouncing it later.

“Is that a fact?” he said with a small laugh.

“I’d love to hear about it, if you don’t mind.”

And he meant that. He didn’t know much about other cultures. He wasn’t even well-versed in his own continent, much less some place beyond it. Hearing stories about her homeland would make this complicated late afternoon more interesting.

As the two journeyed, Naito making sure to keep the pace from dragging but also not trying to push Andariel too hard, she began to speak a little bit about her past. He found it nice. Sadly it seemed like she didn’t know too much about her homeland, so asking about stories was definitely out of the question.

“Ah, I’m sorry to hear that. That must have been tough,” he replied, his voice softening up. Some sympathy rose up from her brief, yet sad tale. He could only imagine the difficulty of leaving behind one’s home, only to lose one’s family in the process. He didn’t know how he would cope in such a situation, but he was sure it wouldn’t have been well. She apparently had been living amongst people of Shungiku for several years.

“Have you had no word from your father since? What was his name? I’m sure the Village would be willing to help with a search… It wouldn’t even be a big request from them. A C-Rank Mission at the worst.”

He felt like maybe he should shut up, but he just wanted to help so bad.

His place wasn’t far off.

Little did Naito know that the story was skewed to an extent. Andariel was not intent on giving him the real tale as that may compromise her goal. She needed to remain the victim in his eyes. After her brief tall tale the boy offered some solutions to try and find her father. It was common for men to offer practical solutions to problems rather than enjoying a simple background and giving sympathy. He was not the only one who felt the same when sharing this falsification of her real backstory. And for that Andariel has prepared. She'd squeeze Naito's arm harder as he mentioned her father suggesting the word did not mean all too well to her.

"He didn't make it." She'd ease up on her grip strength as those words left her lips. "I was lucky enough to survive on my own. It was pitch black as storm clouds overcast the skies leaving no room for starlight. I swam in the dark for what felt like forever. There was no telling of time, where I was, what was below me, or if I was making any progress. I just followed where the waves tugged me. After what I would assume was a few hours the waves settled down and I was able to spot the dim lights of the port town from afar. Despite what I've been through, that was the happiest feeling I have ever felt. I was convinced my feet would never touch land again, and my body would sink into the inky black abyss like the others. But I was given a second chance. Even though I lived on the streets for a few years I was glad to be alive." She said as a soft smile formed across her lips.

As far as her being homeless for quite some time was still very true and she still had some sentiment regarding it. I've only been in Kumogakure for three years...but for some reason it feels like I've always been here. The heartbeat between her breasts would slow as she calmed down from the anxiety-inducing story. She was a fan of literature and was experienced in talking vividly, whether she meant to entertain or convince. The right words went a long way. "But thank you for your concern. You are the first person I've met to express any interest in my past. Yo—" Andariel would stumble again, but thanks to the support lent by Naito she would catch herself resulting in her tugging onto his arm. "Sorry. My head is still fuzzy."

Naito listened and was hung on every word. If she had been lying about the story, then she sure as hell did a good job convincing him that it was true. Because the teenage ninja was definitely enthralled and emotionally engaged with every portion. He realized after the fact that perhaps he shouldn't be trying to offer solutions. Especially since he didn't know the whole story. When she squeezed his arm, bruising it somewhat as her strength was much higher than he imagined, he knew that he had touched a nerve.

He hadn't made it. Of course he didn't. Why did Naito think that it could be any different? It had been three years. Surely she would have looked for him during that time. He felt a bit foolish, guilty for imposing when he did. This woman was apparently very optimistic about it however. The way she chose to view her situation was nothing short of strange. Naito knew himself well enough that he wouldn't be able to see it in such a positive light, but everyone coped differently with loss he supposed. She either possessed great emotional strength allowing her to overcome such trauma, or simply did not care for her father as much as he did his. He chose to believe the former, as nothing about her seemed uncaring.


"I'm glad you're alive as well. You're an interesting one, Andariel. I'm glad to have met you today," he said with a soft smile. She was certainly one of the more interesting people he had met in the village so far. If every day was as eventful as this, then he figured he'd enjoy shinobi life just fine. She possessed great strength, both emotional and physical, allowing her to overcome what was a rather intense situation full of hardship and misery. He looked up to her, whether he realized it or not. He hoped that he would be able to become so resilient himself. Perhaps that was the way to becoming a true shinobi. The ability to endure any obstacle and danger that came your way, and see yourself out the other side.

She thanked him for his concern, something that was a little shock to Naito. She was kind enough not to jump on him for his rather prying disposition. She stumbled at the end of the sentence, but he was right there to support and hold her up to keep her from falling.


"Thank you. But the pleasure is all mine," he would reply, unaware that his smile had grown wider.

He slowly came to a stop however, and nudged his head towards his right.


"We're here," he would inform her, his face turning blank once more.

His home was not very big, but it was enough. A small house with enough rooms for him and his family, along with a guest whenever someone needed some help. Naito's father and mother were very kind towards others, opening up their home when a traveler needed a place to stay but couldn't afford the inn. They charged a reasonable price for someone taking up the room, and even offered them a share of their own cooked food.

He stepped inside, using a free hand to open the knob. Thankfully for him his parents didn't lock the door. They must have been in a rush on the way to the shop today. It was a rather busy day, after all. With a small creak the door opened, revealing the quarters. From the doorway she would see their living room on her left, which had a table seated with some chairs and some pictures on the wall of the family. Straight ahead from the door was the kitchen which was stocked with standard cookware. He took her towards the kitchen.

"The bathroom is coming up. Do you need my help applying the first aid kit or would you like to do it yourself?" he asked, unsure as to the protocol here. She was from another culture after all. He didn't wanna impose unless she really needed him further.

The stroll would end shortly, as it was her luck that the boy didn't live too far from the Takamaki Plaza. As Andariel expressed she really enjoyed the relatively middle class accommodations the village offered to active duty ninja. Andariel herself had her own cottage closer towards the park much further than Naito's place. She lived in a neighbor not as densely packed as the newer homes, and she preferred it that way. The two would make a turn and follow up the path leading to the front door. Andariel remained silent focusing on her game plan more than anything. Overcoming the willpower of men with temptation was the most difficult phase. Without the ability to enthrall she had to rely on convention means to seduce others. Andariel took all precautions to make herself the most appeal. Taking a thorough bath just before their encounter, grooming herself, and applying expensive perfume was everything she needed to become physically desirable and less likely to be turned down. Any man would like a pretty woman, but a bad BO could compromise the entire fantasy.

She'd follow Naito's clairvoyance to the bathroom where she would detach herself from his arm. "I think I can handle it...and sorry to be of bother, but may I please have a glass of water? I will be in the bathroom. Knock if you need me." Andariel would give a short bow as she'd make her way into the bathroom, shutting the door, and locking it. Her posture would immediately change from being sluggish and fatigued to erect. She focused her sense of hearing to see if Naito would fulfill her request for water. She needed to strip herself down from all of her armor and armaments without making things too obvious. By at least putting Naito in another room she would be able to work quickly without him picking up on the slightest sounds of her removing her gear. Once she hear the subtle footsteps of the boy leaving from in front of the bathroom door she'd move quick and quietly.

Sliding her baldric off from over her head she'd set it down gently in the bathtub following her sash and satchel. Next came the hauberk which was perhaps the noisiest as the mail rattled against each other, but with enough care it slipped off over her head and was place gently in the bathtub over the rest of her gear. The heavy stuff was off first allowing her to work on the rest of her gear without much caution removing the boots, pants and coats with ease. In a short moment, perhaps short enough for Naito to finish his proposed task, she'd be down to nothing but her bare body. She'd step towards the sink mirror admiring her body for any last adjustments that may be required. Her hair was elegant with her pale skin, the shades contrasting each other nicely followed by her eyes which she considered the centerpiece of her appearance. They'd shift up to the fake bruise she disguised on her forehead. With a simple shift of her chakra the injury would vanish leaving a clear forehead.

After a brief moment she'd catch onto something missing. Hunching over slightly she'd reach into her satchel and grab a necklace fastening it around her neck. It was a double necklace decorated in small rubies. It was a symbol of luck for her and worked well to make her just a little more desirable. She figured some jewelry may add to her overall bare appearance. But it was at that point that she listened for a knock or call from Naito. She maintained her disguise for the sake of deception, but to her it didn't really matter at this point. The boy would be unable to resist.

Naito nodded at her response, finding it acceptable. He would let her handle it herself. He was confident she would ask for help if she really needed it, and didn't really wanna press the issue further. The brown-skinned teenager was a bit less radiant in the lighting of his home as opposed to the warm glow of the sun, but he still looked presentable. Naito shook his head at her request, feeling bad for making her think she was being intrusive in any way!

"Oh no! You're fine! Sure, let me just grab a cup...," he said in response to her request. She would go into the bathroom and close the door, leaving Naito in the hallway. He felt a little nervous having such a beautiful woman in his home. If his parents came home he didn't know how he'd explain this. All he could do now was hope that everything worked out fine. He went over towards the cupboard and grabbed a clay mug. Even though she asked for a glass, he doubted that she meant it literally. A mug would be fine, and it was a bit safer given the circumstances. It was a dark brown, not too far off in the shade from her hair color. He admired it for a second, thinking about her hair. Her smile.

What was he doing? Was he mad?

He shook his head. He had no cause for such things. He was better than this and he knew it. He went over to the fridge and pulled out a pitcher of cold water, where he poured it about three-quarters into the mug. It was a good amount of water, and less likely to spill that way. Putting the pitcher back, he closed the fridge and walked back towards Andariel.

He knocked on the door, with mug in hand.

"I've got your water! Just let me know when you want me to come in....

Also, I don't know: Would you like something to eat? I'm not a well-versed cook, but I could whip something up for us if you're hungry?"

She waited by the door with her heart racing as she heard his footsteps near. It was the promise of fulfilling her need which lifted her spirits and allowed her to see color again. After being in her comatose state for over half a year she was starved of the physical bond which made a healthy succubus. Although they were able to sustain fine without it had a significant impact on their mental health resulting in loss of focus, mental energy, and occasionally headaches. As Naito reached the outside of the bathroom there were a couple knocks resonating from the door followed by his voice. Without a smidgen of doubt she'd turn the doorknob and fling the door open. As the door opened inwards towards the bathroom Naito would catch a glimpse of the woman's body in its prime form. She took care of herself as there was no sign of skin damage, blemishes, markings, or scars. Her skin was a pure white looking very soft to the touch. She was cleanly shaven as not even stubble could be seen giving one the question if she grew body or pubic hair in general.

She'd have an endearing grin on her face when she did open the door, Naito only being able to admire her nudity for a brief second since she immediately lunged forward. Her arms would wrap around his body and her lips locking with his. In the event their lips met, or if her lips met any part of his face or body Naito would experience a sudden tingling numbness which would affect his entire face. It would feel a bit weird, but oddly stimulating. If their lips met her tongue would force itself in his mouth massaging his. Any bit of resistance would be futile as the numbness was the result of a unique paralysis technique known by succubi. It abolished any potential struggle allowing the person to simply enjoy what they were dealt.

She'd pull her lips away from his caressing one arm up his back raking her digits through his locks as they passively massaged his scalp. She'd hold Naito by the back of his head and gaze into his eyes. "I'm done entertaining this guise. I want you, Naito." She'd steer the boy along using her monstrous strength to move him effortlessly down the hallway. She'd turn into the bedroom which looked like his. Whether it was his room or his parent's was none of her concern. They appeared to not be home, and Andariel wasn't too concern with the etiquette. As long as she had a bed to perform on she couldn't care less.

Into the room she'd shove the helpless boy across the room with her supernatural power. Naito would see the room pass him by before the back of his legs hit the foot of his bed where he'd fall back and onto the mattress. Using her foot she'd kick the door shut behind her and lock it. She'd rush over to the bed and join Naito by climbing over the foot of the bed and crawling over the boy. By the time she did this he'd feel the numbness quickly subside as he was broken away from the paralysis spell. She'd settled down by dropping her bare crotch on his abdomen to efficiently pin him. Her knees pressed on onto the mattress as the rest of her body hovered over him. She'd lean down to him being nearly face to face allowing her bosom to rest upon his chest again as she spoke with him in personal. "You can do whatever you want to me, but I won't take 'No' for an answer otherwise I'll be making the moves tonighttt~" She said accentuating the last bit to come off as flirtatious. She was curious if the boy had any experience and if he was willing to play the dominant role. Some males were naturals while others preferred to be dominated. She had no qualms.

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He certainly wasn't expecting this.

The door essentially burst open after his knock and call, as if she was waiting to spring this trap on him. The purple eyed shinobi was caught off guard, as his eyes soon began to explore all sorts of places at once. A lot of images popped up at him that he normally would have only gazed in a dream (or a certain magazine series). His mouth opened in response, not having anything to say. He was simply fixated, stunned into place. It was brief, but it was powerful enough to stun him even before she got her clutches on the poor, teenage male. She immediately wrapped herself around him, pressing her lips against his.

"Mmph," was all he could groan through as she began to kiss him.

He wasn't sure if it was his own shock and amazement, or the agent of her strange power working over him. But he couldn't move. He was stuck in place with his lips at her mercy. And the rest of him for that matter. Her lips would soon be followed by her tongue slipping inside of his mouth. He would respond in kind, since his tongue was pretty much the only thing he could move. He didn't say anything. His nerves were too revved up. Fire burned, stars lit, and electricity sizzled inside of him. Whatever strange feeling she was emitting, it made him tingle and ache in all the right ways.

As she explored his mouth with her tongue, all he could do is close his eyes and revel in it. It wasn't what he had expected, or what he had been gunning for. He was trying to be a nice guy, and help out a stranger in need. But he'd be lying if he said it wasn't something he wanted, deep down. He hated himself a little for his shallowness, but the sensations inside of him were so strong he didn't even bother.

When she pulled her lips away, his eyes would open. They stared at her expectedly. Blinking as if to say, 'is that really it?'

Then her hand traveled up his back, fingers playing with his long white hair and soothing his scalp. He sighed, as her fingers proved relaxing. His eyes continued to stare, albeit blankly as he still tried to process what was happening to him. Was any of this real? Was it a really good dream? Or was it the prelude to a nightmare?

Andariel wrote:"I'm done entertaining this guise. I want you, Naito."

And suddenly he was steamed. His face became blush with that light red, his eyes softening. But why him? He found himself asking that. What was it about him that was alluring? He wasn't muscular, nor was he wealthy. He was a shiny kunai. A kunai who had never seen a scratch or speck of dust. He was new and untested. So how as it that he was chosen?

He didn't have much time to think on it, as she began to press him backward into the hallway. She would push him into his parent's bedroom, something that he would normally protest too. But in this moment of all moments, he wasn't exactly thinking of them. All he saw before him was this white goddess/devil stirring his every desire.  He didn't wanna think about the future, only the present moment that left him feeling.. good.

He felt himself collapse against the bed as she essentially shoved him atop. With the door locked, he was trapped.

There was nowhere to run or hide. It was just him and her, enclosed in this tight space. He could feel his body garner control again, his fingers twitching slightly as the sensation of control suddenly electrified him. Finally with freedom of motion, Naito began to raise his torso as if to sit up.

But he was denied.

He stopped as soon as she climbed onto the bed and began to... crawl over him. He froze in place, not wanting to spook her by moving too much. He didn't wanna anything to change. For now he was content letting things play out. He felt an awakening within as she climbed over him, his body speaking for him as she tried to garner whether or not he was compliant. The only question was... how did this work? He had read magazines of the erotic nature, but those were more scripted and fantasy. There was no way that's what he should go by. He was as inexperienced as they come in combat and in flesh.

Yet here she was. The plump of her bosom, the shine of her skin, the thickness of her thighs. She was even better than any model he had ever gazed in erotica. He wanted her. He'd burn all the mags for her.  

"You lied to me before, didn't you?" he said with a frown.

Despite her appeal, he wasn't an idiot. He started to put together that this was her plan all along. That she targeted him, ran into him, guilted him into bringing her to his place, and jumping his bones when they were alone and out of the public eye. He was putting it all together.

"... I believed you. You manipulated me."

But he was okay with it. Though he didn't want her to know that. He was trying his luck.

"Prove to me that you'll do what I say for tonight. Before we do anything, I want you to put your mouth on my.. cock" he said looking away, almost muttering the last word. It was hard to bluff when he had to look her in those eyes, especially when he was saying words he had never said before. That kiss was enough to seal the deal for him, he wanted that feeling. He craved it. But he also didn't want her to think he was a pushover. He didn't like being manipulated. And he would do his best to make sure he got his due.

Surely it wouldn't backfire, right?

Andariel found it increasingly more difficult to maintain her Transformation Technique as she got closer and closer to her goal. After all what she was about to do was in more than her nature. It was her way of function. It's how succubi like herself thrive. But she focused to keep her form in check. The last thing the boy needed to see was her transform a whole four inches taller and sprout horns. Most people were terrified of her natural form as demons generally were perceived negatively by humans. Andariel did not care what others thought is her day to day life, but in the instances where she needed to appear attractive she opted for the Transformation Technique. It worked well gauging Naito's reaction. He caught on that she was lying which was none of her concern since he was willing to play along for the night.

He gave his first order to which the Oni grinned to. "Yes, Master!" She'd crawl backwards on her knees to lower herself down Naito. He dressed fairly light which was a plus for her. Her fingers fumbled with his pant's button managing to free it in a second being a natural at undoing men's clothing. Her fingers hooked into his boxers and pants simultaneously allowing her to remove them both with little effort. They slid off his body along with his sandals. He'd be liberated from his lower body clothing as the temperature controlled air titillated his exposed skin. To her pleasant surprise he was strongly erect as he stood upright. Her eyes focused on the sight being greatly aroused herself. Her vagina was overly lubricated as a natural symptom of her strong fertility with the sappy goodness beginning to run down her inner thigh and drop on the bed's comforter occasionally.

She played into the sub role fairly well as it felt more natural to her over acting as the dominant of the two. Andariel was not content with wasting any more time. The body of the woman lowered against the bed keeping her hips and rear in the air keeping her face just inches from his package. Her hands both grabbed his cock getting a feel for its size and strength. As expect the boy was young and had no real experience given how ready he was to penetrate her. Her hands would tighten just gently to apply pressure as they began to rub his shaft, a couple of her fingers making their way to the head and rubbing it gently. She'd stick her head out and play with his scrotum using her tongue to tease him to what was to come. Freeing her hands she'd lay them on either side of Naito's body before leaning in closer letting her tongue work its way to his shaft going up from the base and finally over the head. Without much appetite for teasing she'd go straight in.

Her lips puckered just before she put herself over his cock as it offered resistance as it slid through her mouth and down her throat. His penis rode along her tongue the entire way in before using her throat as a meat sleeve. With the skillful application of suction, Naito would be welcomed to the wonders of oral, and sex in general, by a skill professional. Andariel worked diligently as her head bobbed simulating the motion of intercourse allowing her tongue to wrap and stroke his member as she did. She'd occasionally pull her head up enough to suck on the head directly while using the center of her tongue to rub against the underside of his cock's head. She'd take this moment to breathe, though only briefly, to return his penis back to her throat where it belonged.

It was in this moment would Naito begin to feel an otherworldly sensation from what he was experiencing. It was more than his physical stimulation. His mind and stresses would be cleared entirely, and any sign of freight or depression would be erased with happiness, joy, and pure bliss. It was unfortunate that Naito's first was with a succubus, as sex any other way just wouldn't feel the same. He was truly experiencing a high he had never felt before, but this was merely a side effect of the energy being sapped out of him versus true enlightenment. Simultaneously, Naito's happiness made her happy as her nihilistic view from being sober for over six months would be drown out as well. She was considered healthy again by all standards, but this happiness alone wouldn't be enough. She wanted more, and she the boy wanted his climax as well. Andariel doubted in full that a virgin such as himself would lose any desire to leave or any second guessing. He would be enthralled.

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Well, he truly was a lucky one. Who said boldness never paid off?

Time would tell how much he'd get away with tonight. Something about the way she said master stirred something within him. That feeling of control was new and awkward to him. Was it wrong to like being called that? He was initially hesitant, but something about it was enticing. He enjoyed it. As she journeyed down the bed to fulfill his first 'order', Naito laid back against the bed and relaxed. He moved his legs as he could to help her with removing the clothing covering his lower half, lifting them up as appropriate so they'd come off easier. The air from the room sent him chills, but her heat was enough to sustain him. He was eager for what was coming next. A new experience he'd savor forever.

His trigger was definitely locked and loaded.

As her hands touched his cock, Naito stared at her expectantly. The warmth of her touch was enough to power the generator. The tightening was enough to make him sigh audibly. Ah, therein lies the rub. Naito felt a strange light-headedness come about as her tongue explored and her hands stroked. He groaned aloud once again, clearly pleased.

Having her tongue wrap around his cock made it all the better. The warmth of her mouth as it took him in was enough to make him grab a hold of the sheets and tighten his fists. His head only continued to descend into euphoria the more work she put into her bobbing.

It wasn't long until his excitement manifested itself. She'd feel it herself only a minute later. But she was crazy if she thought he would be out of the game after only one round.

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Finding a highly experienced teenage girl was something rare to come by. They were either a hive of daddy issues or victims of sexual abuse. Andariel was one of the rare cases where it was something she needed to survive almost. When she felt his warm load unleash in her mouth she swallowed out of instinct, pulling her head up for one last stroke using her lips to pull every bit of cum he had left. He was still plenty hard which was good for her. After all, she wasn't only here for his chakra. She was capable of enjoying the process as well. Andariel climbed her way up Naito's body intentionally staying close enough to be a grind. Her breasts would be against his chest as her pussy would slide against the shaft of Naito's cock as a tease.

Her hands slid up the side of his face letting her fingers rake through his hair and massage his scalp as she forced him to focus on her. She fixed her eyes in his. There was something about the boy. Maybe it was his innocence? Something within made him...precious to her. Oh, Naito... maybe us meeting was significant. Of course she wouldn't go soft on him now. That would show too much weakness after what they've been through.

She'd lean in for another taste of his lips before pulling back, body upright. "You're big. Too bad you don't know how to use it..." She said playfully. Standing on her knees she'd elevated herself just enough to get the tip lined up. Letting her body fall his penis would glide inside her until she reached the end, soft murmurs of ecstasy escaping her lips. It urged her to perform more, bumping and grinding letting his cock stir up her insides as the bed creaked and rocked to her motion. Her breathing elevated to a pant as she leaned up touching lips together once again, all while sapping away his precious chakra.

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Naito's cheeks were rosy and hot as Andariel swallowed every drop. Whatever her deal was, she was obviously very good at this kind of thing. He briefly wondered how often she did this. How many came before him? How many would come after? But the pleasure made it hard to dwell on these thoughts, rather forcing them to drift away slowly like dancing clouds. Even after all of that, he still wasn't satisfied. And it was evident to him that neither was she. Purple eyes stared into her climbed him like a beanstalk, her body sliding up against him causing him to shrink into the bed further.

He sighed as her hands ran through his hair, his hands well placed onto her hips. Their eyes met and locked to each other. He pressed his lips against hers, as she did his. She then muttered some teasing words calling out his lack of experience, making him frown. "A lack of experience will do that for you..," he'd whisper back to her.

As she slid into him he let out a soft groan, his hands reaching around and tightening around the curve of her ass and gripping their cheeks. It was made all the better by the movement of her hips as she rocked against his member with a fluid, calm grind. His nails would press into her flesh as she continued to rock back and forth, as the sounds of her pleasure only stirred his passions more.

Playing into the more dominant role he raised his hand and firmly smacked against her ass with a crackle.

"Faster," he said, although there was some hint of hesitation in his voice.

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It was pleasant for her to feel Naito become a bit more responsive as she felt his hands caress her hips after the brief moment she climbed up his body and had a moment to catch her breath. To know he was also into it and not just benefiting from a free ride was good enough for her because despite doing this for his energy she still enjoyed the act of it as much as anybody else. When she positioned herself astride his body she felt the same caring hands explore her body aggressively this time around as they moved down to her ass cheeks and tightened. The gesture sent chills up her spine as her body reacted to the stimuli, the vaginal muscles that holstered Naito's cock gripped around it providing a tight fit. It was a titillating response as she pumped his member keeping a steady motion.

Her ears rang up following his command while striking her bottom with full force, the succubus enjoying the stinging sensation and the pain that followed. "Oh, I'm sorry for being so incompetent, Master! Do you want me to do you like this?" She said playfully straightening her body up to increasing her effective motion. She made a continued effort to keep her vagina squeezed on his cock to provide a greater sense of pleasure as she increased her movement.

Andariel completely dominated her master with the rhythm of her body. The bed moved violently with each thrust, the bed frame now banging against the wall as the springs from the bed squeaked a lot more audibly. It was fortunate they were in a house and not an apartment complex otherwise she'd figure Naito's residency would receive a lot of complaints. The pleasure, dangerous atmosphere (Naito's parent's bedroom), and sounds of love making was everything Andariel needed to lose control of herself. A sense of euphoria began to grow in wave from her pussy before gradually spreading throughout her body. Already? Oh no... Her vagina squeezed tightly as her body's nature lubrication was forced out of her coating Naito's cock in the substance and down to his family jewels.

Her body froze in a state of shock as her thighs and breathing quivered. Half a year free of sex and she released her tension after her time in stasis. It was a sensation she had trouble describing. Her pussy was as sensitive as ever as she was hesitant in removing Naito's cock or moving in general. She'd let the orgasm pass before relaxing her muscles and laying atop her master giving a deep sigh of relief as the end of it.

Naito was weirdly getting into this. It almost fell natural to him which was strange given his complete lack of experience. Perhaps he had some innate sense of command in him. It was hard to say. Perhaps it was all the pent-up aggression he felt from being bossed around all day, furiously summoned in the wake of this sexual encounter. The squeezing sensation of her insides around his cock was enough to make him audibly groan inside his parent's room. He'd normally be terrified of the repercussions, but this state of zen he felt was beyond logical reasoning. He was enthralled.

Despite appearances he had no intention of harming Andariel, a part of him holding back during her spanking. He just thought it felt right, and that it was something that should enjoy. She challenged him however with a grin, reassuring him that it was the right move. Her motions hastened and her hips rocked more ferociously as she sought to bully him more. But he wasn't just going to sit there and take it. With his hands firmly gripped onto her butt he would soon press her down into his cock in tandem with the motions, fighting back against her motions as best as he could. The bed creaked with a higher squeak as each sound echoed and reverberated faster with the pace of her strokes.

All the while his body began to heat up and glisten with sweat as the two continued their back and forth. He couldn't contain himself anymore, and with the flow of her own orgasm she would feel his own climax as it poured into her.

As she lay atop him, his hands wrapped around her in an embrace, keeping her close to him.

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Andariel's breathing began to settle down as what she was experiencing was something she couldn't even begin to describe. Given her nature as a succubus sex was more than a form of stimulation. The moment she came she felt entirely revitalized. Her mind was cleared and functioning and physically reset. Part of it was due to the boy's chakra that she absorbed but for the most part it was a survival mechanic for succubi. She'd feel the boy's cock throb inside of her with each pulse expelling his cum filling her up a fair bit despite having came recently. Both arms wrappe around her back as Naito brought her in from an embrace. She'd rest her head against his shoulder while both of them recovered from the activity. Moving her hips a bit she'd work the boy's member out of her body, her breath shuttering while doing so as her privates were still quite tender. But with enough work she finished.

Andariel would attempt to roll off of Naito's body and onto her side resting on the bed. She'd work to sink her arm under Naito while throwing her other arm over his body pulling the boy into a spooning position with Andariel on the dominant big spoon. Given their natural height differences it was only appropriate for the Oni to position her breasts just behind Naito's head allowing him to use them as pillows. Finally, the Oni sighed in a high pitched hum. "I hope I didn't hurt you earlier. But I needed this." She said referring back to her staged fall from earlier. Thinking back on it now she probably could have approached it better, however she wasn't thinking at full capacity. Her hands would brush up and down his torso getting a feel for his build. He was a bit muscular, though nothing impressive. She figured a fall wouldn't do nothing more but cause a bit of bruising, if that. "What do you think? I could tell it was your first time.