That insufferable, stubborn man!" As she slammed a stack of hospital files onto the reception desk, Sakura muttered under her breath.
Ino arched a curious eyebrow, a playful grin tugging at her lips. "Kakashi?"
Sakura nodded with a scowl. "How is it that I have to boss around a 31-year-old shinobi to take better care of himself?" she grumbled to her best friend, who grabbed the top file and inputted its information into the hospital computer system.
"I'm honestly surprised you're not hunting him down right now. What did he do this time?" Ino asked, down typing notes as she worked.
Sakura sighed heavily, crossing her arms. "Tsunade’s forcing me to take a month-long break from the hospital and missions. She says I need a breather after working non-stop since the war ended."
Ino hummed in sympathy, and Sakura pressed on, her frustration growing. "And that idiot forgot to come in— again —for a check-up after some missing-nin hit him with a jutsu during a mission! He’s always like, ‘Sakura-chan, I’m fine,’” she mimicked in a mocking tone, “‘You don’t need to worry about me.’” She let out an irritated growl. “I wouldn’t have to worry if he’d just show up for his damn appointments and stop making me hunt him down like a babysitter!”
In chuckled softly at her friend’s exasperation. "What kind of jutsu was it this time?" she asked, hoping for a bit of amusing gossip to lighten the mood.
Sakura leaned in, her eyes gleaming with a spark Ino recognized all too well—it was the “mad doctor” look, as Ino had dubbed it. "It’s actually pretty interesting," Sakura began, lowering her voice slightly. "The jutsu temporarily transforms people into animals. The missing-nin modeled it after the Inuzuka clan's bond with their ninken, but it’s short-lived—just long enough to create a distraction and make a getaway. He’d use it to steal from wealthy nobles while they were turned into animals."
Ino’s eyes widened as she scribbled faster. "Wait, so Kakashi got hit by this jutsu?"
"Technically, both Kakashi and Genma got hit," Sakura clarified, her lips twitching with barely suppressed laughter. "But only Genma was affected. He got turned into a fox!"
Ino froze mid-note, then burst into laughter. "You’re kidding! Genma, of all people?"
Sakura nodded, giggling now. "Oh, it was priceless. Shizune and Tsunade nearly died laughing when they saw him—he was this scruffy little brown fox! Thankfully, it wore off by the end of the day, but the look on his face when he realized what happened? Unforgettable."
Ino wiped a tear from her eye, shaking her head. "Poor Genma. But I’m sure he took it better than Kakashi dodging his check-ups, huh?"
“It’s Genma,” Sakura said with a smirk, rolling her eyes. “He’s soaking up all the attention from the nurses, enjoying every second of it.”
Into snorted. “Of course he is. It’s Genma. He’s an even bigger attention whore than I am.”
Sakura raised an eyebrow before bursting into laughter. “You might have a point there.”
Grabbing the next file, Ino glanced over at Sakura with a pointed look. “So, I guess you’re going to check on Kakashi next?”
Sakura’s cheeks flushed red, caught red-handed. “I mean... I can’t help but worry about him,” she said with a heavy sigh. “It’s stupid, I know, but he’s all I’ve got left, now that Sasuke and Naruto are gone.”
After the war ended, Naruto and Sasuke went their separate ways. Naruto embarked on a journey to strengthen ties between the villages, while Sasuke chose self-imposed banishment to confront his past and find his path. Sakura understood and suppSakura understood their decisions, respecting the paths they had chosen. She was grateful that Naruto and Sasuke had each other for companionship during their travels, knowing that despite the distance, they weren’t truly alone. Even though they were miles apart, Sakura wasn’t worried. Deep down, she knew they’d come back.
They were her brothers—both in arms and in spirit—and nothing could break the bond they shared.
Kakashi, though? Sakura wasn’t sure where he fit in that picture. He wasn’t a brother or a father figure like Asuma was to Ino. Maybe the eccentric uncle no one quite knew what to do with? All she knew was that she cared deeply for him, and if she didn’t, the idiot would’ve bled to death long ago.
“If I didn’t know any better,” Ino teased a sly grin on her lips, “I’d think you’ve got a crush on your ex-sensei. I mean, you know everything about him—his likes, his dislikes—and you even have a spare key to his apartment.”
Sakura groaned and scoffed. This again. “Pig, please stop reading those ridiculous forbidden romance books. You’re imagining things that aren’t there.”
“Oh, really?” Ino said, raising an eyebrow. “Sakura, you only got back in touch with him because Tsunade made you his personal medic after he almost died—again. Weren’t you pissed at him for the longest time?”
Sakura sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. “Yeah, I was pissed. He shoved me off to Tsunade and disappeared back into ANBU without a word to me.” She let out another frustrated breath. “But we’ve moved past that. And honestly, if I didn’t worry about him, he’d already be in a grave. That’s me doing my job as his medic—it doesn’t mean I have a crush on a man fourteen years older than me!”
Ino smirked knowingly. “Uh-huh. Keep telling yourself that.”
Sakura groaned, exasperated. “You’re impossible.” Spinning on her heels, she flipped Ino off over her shoulder as she turned to leave.
“Let me know when the wedding date is!” Ino shouted after her, her laughter echoing down the hallway.
Sakura felt her ears burn with embarrassment as several onlookers turned curious gazes their way. Ignoring them, she stormed out of the hospital in a huff, muttering about how she was going to strangle her so-called best friend.
Instead of heading to her apartment to start her much-needed vacation from stubborn shinobi and rude clients, Sakura found herself stomping in the opposite direction—toward Kakashi’s apartment.
“Unbelievable,” she muttered under her breath, her steps sharp and angry. A few civilians cast curious glances at the pink-haired kunoichi as she marched past them, but she didn’t care. “Always making me worry, and I can’t believe Ino!” She growled, her voice rising slightly, sounding half-crazed even to herself.
“I do not have a crush on Kakashi!” she hissed. “He’s always late, addicted to porn, and constantly throwing himself into danger!”
But a sly, traitorous voice whispered in the back of her mind, He’s always there when it counts. And don’t act like we haven’t readIcha Icha and enjoyed it. Besides, he’s doing it to protect his teammates and the village.
Sakura scowled, clenching her fists as she walked faster, trying to drown out the irritating voice of reason in her head.
Sakura reached Kakashi’s apartment much faster than expected. Anyone who might have stopped to chat had wisely stepped out of her way, seeing her muttering angrily and storming through the village like a pink-haired hurricane.
Stomping up the stairs to apartment 07, she cursed Kakashi under her breath. She used to climb through his window to get in—dodging his traps—after finding him bleeding out on the floor or passed out from chakra exhaustion far too many times. After the thirtieth such incident, Kakashi had finally handed her a spare key, muttering something about “saving us both the trouble.”
Even so, Sakura had some manners left in her. She knocked on the door before turning the key and stepping inside. “Kakashi, you missed your check-up,” she called, locking the door behind her. “How many times do I have to remind you? Just because I’m your medic doesn’t mean you can skip appointments.”
Pulling off her sandals by the door, she glanced around, sensing his chakra nearby. He was definitely home. Hearing some noises from the kitchen, she followed the sound, her frustration bubbling over.
“And don’t even think about complaining! I can’t believe I had to come all the way here when my vacation was just about to start!” she snapped as she rounded the corner—then stopped dead in her tracks, her mouth dropping open.
Kakashi stood there, holding two steaming mugs of tea, wearing nothing but a pair of lounge pants.
For a moment, Sakura forgot how to breathe. Her eyes involuntarily dragged down his toned torso, the sight far more distracting than she cared to admit. It wasn’t the first time she’d seen him shirtless during an exam, but it was different now—she wasn’t in “medic mode,” and her fingers itched with the temptation to trace the defined lines of his chest.
Kakashi, entirely unbothered, raised a brow and held out one of the mugs. “Tea?”
Sakura snapped herself out of her trance and huffed, grabbing the cup. “This isn’t getting you out of the exam, Kakashi,” she muttered, taking a large gulp of the tea. The sweet warmth settled in her stomach, momentarily soothing her irritation.
Sakura frowned, a sinking feeling settling in her stomach. She’d spent more time around Kakashi than most people, and as his medic, she’d had her chakra inside his body numerous times to heal him. It didn’t take long for her to notice something was off about the man in front of her.
Groaning, she took another sip of the tea, feeling the beginnings of a headache coming on. “Alright,” she said, fixing the Kakashi clone with a sharp look. “Where’s the original?”
The clone didn’t answer immediately, but the familiar crinkle of his eye told her he was probably smiling beneath the mask. “Mah, Sakura, you see…” The clone’s gaze followed her as she drained most of the tea. “Turns out that jutsu did have an effect. It just took a little longer.”
Sakura froze, her eyes widening in shock as she lowered the mug. “What are you talking about?”
The clone tilted his head, his voice deceptively casual. “I think it has something to do with the Hatake kekkei genkai. It took a while, but it mutated in a way we didn’t expect.”
Her heart dropped at the implications. If Kakashi was hurt—or worse, if he’d been turned into some kind of animal and was running wild in Konoha—she needed to act fast. Her mind raced through his medical records, searching for anything about the Hatake bloodline that could explain this. From what she remembered, the Hatake clan inherited traits similar to wolves: sharp canines, heightened senses of smell and sight, and…
Sakura’s cheeks burned as her thoughts stumbled upon the last bit of information she’d heard but had never confirmed: the Hatake was said to take only one mate for life. It wasn’t something she needed to know as his medic, but she’d always been a little curious—in an entirely professional, innocent way, of course.
“Okay…” Sakura muttered, suddenly feeling an odd heat spreading through her body. “Where is he? I need to find him and make sure he’s okay so I can figure out how to help.” She stepped forward, but her legs wobbled beneath her, and she stumbled, falling directly into the clone’s arms.
Her vision blurred, and her breathing grew heavier. She felt uncomfortably warm, her body reacting in a way she didn’t understand. “W-what’s going on?” she mumbled, her voice weak and confused.
The clone’s tone was disturbingly calm as he cradled her. “Ah, I know exactly how you can help him, Sakura-chan. Don’t worry—just sleep.”
Sakura’s vision darkened completely, and the world faded to black.
~
Sakura felt unbearably hot, a warmth spreading across her entire body. She groaned softly, a faint sigh of relief escaping her lips as she felt a cold hand press against her flushed face. The chill was soothing against her fevered skin. Slowly, she blinked her eyes open, her vision blurry and disoriented.
Her gaze met the masked face of Kakashi. For a moment, her hazy mind struggled to process what she was seeing. Her eyes darted around, taking in her surroundings. She was lying on a large king-sized futon in an unfamiliar room. The air was thick with a musky scent—sandalwood mixed with the faint, sharp tang of ozone.
It was Kakashi’s scent, one she’d grown familiar with over the years. Normally, she only caught faint traces of it after an intense session or when he’d leaned close during an exam. But here, it was overwhelming, filling every corner of the room.
“See? All you had to do was take what you always wanted.”
The voice came from Kakashi’s clone, which wasn’t directed at her. Sakura’s gaze shifted slightly, but she couldn’t see who—or what—it was speaking to. A growing unease settled in her chest, and she instinctively tried to move. That’s when she noticed something was wrong.
Her chakra felt muted, completely inaccessible, and when she tried to lift her hand, it wouldn't move. Sakura twisted her head, catching sight of her hands bound tightly behind her back. Her breath hitched in her throat as the realization hit—chakra suppression cuffs.
Her eyes widened in alarm, panic bubbling up as she struggled against the restraints. “What the hell—” she croaked, her voice raspy and weak.
Sakura’s movements were sluggish, her body feeling oddly heavy, but she still managed to glare up at the clone.
The clone simply chuckled, unbothered by her glare. “There’s the spitfire from our future mate,” he said. Sakura's brow furrowed in anger. “Where are we? And what the hell are you doing?!”
The clone smirked under his mask, placing his gloved hands to comb through her hair, a touch that was way too tender for her liking. “Mah, Sakura, did you know that Hatake's know who their mate is as soon as they meet them?” Sakura frowned, unsure where this was going. All she wanted to do was leave and find the real Kakashi, and figure out what was going on with her body. By the minute, she felt warmer and warmer. Sakura uncrossed her leg, and her eyes widened when she felt a gush of wetness between her thighs.
“The funny thing is, he originally thought he was broken. After his father died, no one ever seemed like the supposed soulmate his father had told him about. As he grew older and his body began to change, he even turned to the records in his clan library.” The clone watched her with amusement as she struggled. “He thought he didn’t have a mate, that his bloodline would truly end with him—never feeling the sparks the records described.” The clone’s eyes darkened, sending a chill up Sakura’s spine. “Until he met a pink-haired genin.”
Sakura's stomach twisted and her head hurt from the load of information. “W-what?” She asked in confusion and gasped when the clone tugged her hair, causing her to moan in surprise, blushing red with embarrassment, not understanding what was happening with her body.
“His heart broke; his mate was a child, and the thought disgusted him. There were countless nights he drank himself into blackout drunk, trying to numb the ache. He may have been the monster Konoha created, but he couldn’t even entertain the idea of taking someone who wasn’t even a teenager as his mate.”
Sakura could hear the loud, heavy footsteps drawing nearer, each step vibrating through the floor. But as the sound grew closer, her brow furrowed in confusion. There was something else, a clicking noise that reminded her of a dog’s paws padding across the floor—only much heavier.
The clone's voice broke through her thoughts, continuing with a cold tone. “He was grateful when Naruto left. He could pawn you off to Tsunade and vanish back into Anbu, trying to forget the gaping hole in his soul.” The clone chuckled darkly, its eyes gleaming with a twisted mirth. “But his feelings… they came back ten times worse when you shatter the ground.”
Sakura's eyes widened, remembering the Team Seven reunion and her feeling elated with finally showing off her improved skills and strength to her team. Enjoying the shock expression on Kakashi's face.“Ah, he got it so bad,” the clone continued, as the heavy footsteps grew closer, and Sakura could start to hear a low rumble of a dog's growl.
“The only way he was able to survive was by stealing your clothes, hoping the scent would lessen his desire and need for you.” The clone rolled his lone eye. “Masturbation could only get him so far, and it drives him mad when he's alone with you, all to himself. That's why he likes missing his appointments - because you would always come to find him, and he enjoys having you all to himself, especially the way your hands feel on him, even when he's exhausted.” The clone finished, and Sakura's eyes widened further, her mind overwhelmed.
"Stop talking." A guttural, growling voice suddenly broke Sakura's eye contact with the clone.
Her eyes snapped forward in shock. Standing before her, clad in the familiar Konoha Anbu uniform, was something... monstrous. Silver fur glinted in the sunlight streaming through the window, and Sakura’s heart raced. She had never seen anything like it—standing at least seven feet tall, it loomed over her with mismatched eyes that glinted in the light. One eye was a striking red, a scar bisecting it.
The creature growled, its muzzle pulling back to reveal sharp teeth as it spoke. “I told you to get Tsunade!” Its frustration was clear as it ran its clawed hands—long and tipped with sharp, gleaming nails—over its fur-covered face. Its pointed ears twitched and flicked atop its head, visibly irritated.
The clone spoke in a bored tone, “Like Tsunade could do anything with you so deep in your rut.” He dragged a finger along the zipper of Sakura's red vest, inching it down slowly but surely, leaving her with no way to stop him.
“H-Hey!” Sakura exclaimed, her shock and embarrassment apparent. The clone continued without a care, undressing her in a world of his own. “I know you're barely containing yourself; you can smell her arousal.” He finished unzipping Sakura's top, revealing her bound breasts.
Sakura's gaze caught a glimpse of a white fluffy tail behind the creature, which seemed to wag faster as the clone continued to speak. “She smells so heavily; she’s probably gushing between those sexy legs of hers,” he taunted. Shock coursed through Sakura, her eyes widening in embarrassment as she stammered, trying to cross her legs in a futile attempt to shield herself. “N-No! What!? How the hell can you smell that?!”
The clone merely snickered, playfully touching the tip of his masked nose. Frustration bubbled within her as she growled, her wrists straining against the cuffs that bound her. She needed to escape this ridiculous situation and get away from the creature that taunted her! Desperation surged through her, fueling an urgent determination to break free.
"I know, with your new developments, she would need to be nice and lubricated for you, and pliant enough so it wouldn't hurt, especially with her being a virgin," Sakura's eyes widened in horror, her heart racing faster as her muddled mind began to connect the dots of what was going on. Her eyes snapped back to the clone, her voice trembling as she exclaimed through tears, "I am not having sex with that monster!" Goosebumps prickled on her skin as a mix of fear and disgust coursed through her veins.
The clone chuckled low and dark, a menacing tone that sent shivers down Sakura's spine as its fingers inched closer to her skirt, taunting her with its closeness. With a flourish, it unzipped it, the sound echoing in the silence, and Sakura felt panic lacing her as she felt the cold air hit her sensitive legs. She frantically tried to break free, but the cuffs held firm, trapping her in helplessness as the clone removed her skirt, leaving her vulnerable in only her shorts.
"Sakura-chan," the clone cooed, its voice dripping with dark intent, as it leaned in to gaze at her, its eyes gleaming with malevolent mirth. "I know you're probably confused – I did use a pretty strong aphrodisiac," it whispered, the words hanging in the air like a challenge. The clone's fingers splayed across her lower stomach, its pinky lifting the band on her shorts, a slow, deliberate movement that seemed to draw out Sakura's desperation.
“It’s quite funny that you turned it into a real-life hound, Kakashi,” the clone said with glee, moving his hand down to pinch the band of her shorts, lifting it even higher. But Sakura momentarily forgot about that as she was overwhelmed by information. She stared at the beast—no, the wolf. Sakura should have put it all together already, but her mind was frazzled and her body was on overdrive.
This made sense, considering this damn clone must have spiked the tea. But the wolf was Kakashi, which should have been clear right away, given that from what her mind could recall through the haze and unbearable ache between her legs, the jutsu used turned people into animals, closely resembling them in personality—much like what had happened to Genma.
"I mean, I would be scared too, Sakura. After all, you’re about to be devoured by the big wolf of Konoha," the clone said with a groan as he pulled the band higher, getting a better view of her pussy.
"But maybe I should get a taste—”
A cloud of smoke swirled in front of Sakura’s vision as the clone was destroyed by a sliver-furred fist to the chest. Kakashi sighed as he received the memories from his clone.
“I’m sorry, Sakura. When this all started, I had summoned the clone to get help, but…” Kakashi's gravelly voice trailed off. When her vision cleared from the smoke, Sakura found herself face to muzzle with Kakashi.
“I-It’s fine, Kakashi,” Sakura panted, feeling more of the effects of the tea. “Just hurry up and untie me,” she urged, her voice hurried. Kakashi placed a clawed hand on her waist, sending a shiver of pleasure up her spine.
“I—I can’t, Sakura. The clone was right; I have barely been able to hold it together from the smell of you and the fact that you’re tied up so prettily, like a present for me.” Kakashi continued gliding his clawed finger slowly and delicately before stopping at the very bottom of her wrappings. “We’re too far away for anyone to help us; we just need to enjoy the ride,” he said with a wicked smile on his muzzle.
Sakura's breath hitched in shock as she felt him lift his claws, slicing the bindings away and leaving her bare to him. “W-where are we?” Sakura asked, her thoughts momentarily confused. “Ah, my family home. I’ve been using it to spend my ruts. I originally thought my rut was coming on; that’s why I didn’t realize anything was wrong until I was hunched over, growing fur.” Sakura then felt the clawed hand drag down her shorts, tearing them to shreds and leaving her exposed to Kakashi’s predatory gaze.
Kakashi's wolf demeanor radiated a magnetic intensity as his tongue slid over his sharp, glinting teeth. “I tried so hard with you, Sakura,” he murmured, his voice low and husky, “but I can’t resist; you’re just too tempting.” He tossed his compression vest aside, revealing his silver-furred chest, well-defined and muscled, each contour accentuated in the dim light.
Crawling toward her with deliberate slowness, he came to a halt at her feet, making her feel like prey ensnared in a predator's gaze. “I fantasize every night about how it would feel to have your legs wrapped around me while I filled you with my seed,” he growled, his words dripping with lust.
A surge of instinctual fear shot through Sakura, prompting her to kick at him in a frantic attempt to escape. But before her foot could connect, his hand shot out, capturing her ankle with a grip that felt both possessive and unbeatable.
“W-wait, Kakashi! We don’t have to do this, and we don’t even know if it could work!” Sakura stammered, desperately trying to find a way to make him stop. Everything about Kakashi had doubled in size from the jutsu, and the fact that just one of his hands could span her whole stomach only heightened her anxiety. She couldn’t even fathom the size of his manhood.
Even though she was panting and her brain was starting to feel mushy, she was still a kunoichi for heaven’s sake! “It should be fine; I know you can take it,” Kakashi growled, yanking her closer until her lower half was practically on his lap. “You just smell so sweet,” he said before pulling her legs apart and leaning his wolf head down until she felt the cold pant of his breath against her skin.
Sakura yelped when she felt a long tongue move up her leg, licking the juices that had been dripping from her. Kakashi let out a low, guttural moan, a dark gleam in his eyes. “And you taste so sweet too,” he said, his tongue moving closer to the apex of her thighs until she gasped in shock, feeling Kakashi’s cold, wet nose nudge the entrance to her vagina.
“God, you’re just so perfect, Sakura. I thought this mate stuff was bullshit, but it’s true; everything about you is just made for me.” Sakura shook her head in denial, “K-Kakashi, please just stop! We can find a solution!”
Kakashi cocked his head, his furry ears following suit. Sakura would think it was adorable under different circumstances, but in this situation, it lost its charm. Kakashi exclaimed with joy, "You can take it." Subsequently, she felt his long, wet tongue glide across her nether region, eliciting a moan of pleasure. Sakura felt mortified and embarrassed before she could even voice her complaints and pleas to stop.
Sakura felt Kakashi's tongue start to push into her, opening her up and making her head swim and eyes blur from the intrusion.
Sakura yelped and screamed in surprise in ecstasy. “No! No, it's too big!” Sakura shouted, feeling overwhelmed. When she felt the large, slimy appendage enter her, she felt a sharp discomfort that soon met with pleasure. Sakura's eyes widen. “H-his tongue broke my hymen!?” Sakura's eyes went wide in shock, and before she could process that information, Kakashi pulled her closer, yanking on her hips until his jaws encircled her vagina.
“Fuck, Sakura You just taste so good; I could just devour you whole,” Kakashi growled as his tongue continued to press against her walls, scraping and twisting. Sakura felt tears building up in her eyes. “P-please, no m-more!” She pleaded; it felt so good that it felt almost painful. Sakura moaned in shock when she felt his tongue poking and prodding her cervix.
Sakura's eyes snapped wide open in shock; it shouldn’t be possible! How was he able to reach that far? Sakura cried in surprise as his tongue kept twisting and curving inside of her, causing an explosion of color in pleasure. “K-Kakashi,” Sakura panted out, feeling that familiar coil of pleasure wound higher and higher. “Too much.” Sakura finally finished.
Kakashi grinned as his tongue pistoned inside of her, “You can do it, Sakura; be a good girl and cum for me.” He growled out, his tongue curving in just the right way to make Sakura see stars, curl her feet, and feel pure ecstasy.
“Ah!” Sakura let out a moan as she felt her mind shatter from a heavy and pleasure-filled orgasm. Sakura felt weightless from that orgasm, she had never experienced something so strong and numbly was aware of the slurping knows coming from Kakashi as continued to lick and devour her nectar.
Kakashi moved his muzzle from her vagina, licking his lips with his long tongue and savoring every last drop that dripped from his mouth. “I could just eat you for hours, but that’ll have to be saved for later. I don’t think I can wait any longer to finally be inside you.”
Sakura's head swam; her body felt disconnected. “Huh?” she said dumbly as she watched Kakashi use his long claws to tear himself free of his pants, leaving his furry legs exposed to her. The sight of his monstrous cock, now free, made her breath catch. In the back of Sakura's mind, she knew she should be running and screaming, but the orgasm and the effects of the tea had rendered her too weak, and she could feel another wave of pleasure pulsing through her.
With glazed eyes and unshed tears on her face, Sakura looked at Kakashi as she felt herself being lifted into his lap. “I—I’ll break, Kakashi,” she tried to protest as he situated her on his hips. In a small moment of kindness, she felt Kakashi nuzzle against the side of her neck. Sakura sighed, leaning into this brief expression of affection. However, she soon felt Kakashi’s strong arms wrap around her, lifting her slightly so that she hovered just above him, aligning her entrance with his arousal.
Sakura's eyes widened, locking with Kakashi's mismatched eyes, as she felt him lower her, feeling the head kiss her entrance. “P-please.” Sakura cried, tears flowing down her face. She has never felt so weak and useless, not since she was a genin. She had no way to fight back, her hands tied, her chakra gone. She simply hopes she can endure this situation until whatever is happening to Kakashi is resolved.
Sakura thought Kakashi's tongue felt enormous inside her. His cock was equally impressive; she figured she should be grateful to the clone. Despite the tea he had spiked, at least it muted the pain from the stretch of Kakashi's shaft. He was thankfully taking it slow as he lowered her down, but it was still painful. She moaned and groaned with every inch that filled her.
Kakashi's tongue licked away the tears streaming down her face as he cooed, "That's it, such a good girl." By the time she was fully seated with him, she felt utterly full, as if the air had been knocked out of her chest. Kakashi groaned in pleasure. “There now, that wasn't so bad, was it?" he said, a smirk gracing his wolfish features. Sakura's eyes widened as she noticed the bulge in her stomach, a clear indication of just how full she was.
Sakura barely had a moment to think before she felt a sharp thrust that kissed her cervix. Kakashi had a death grip on her hips as he started to slam into her, making her moan uncontrollably. “K-Kakashi!” Sakura gasped, “I’m too full.” She moaned when Kakashi's cock brushed against that perfect spot, causing her vaginal walls to tighten. But that only spurred him on as he had her bouncing on his cock. “Too full?” Kakashi chuckled darkly. “Not yet; I need to fill that pretty womb of yours with my seed,” he growled, his pace increasing faster and faster.
Sakura could feel herself on the edge of another orgasm, but then she sensed something building at the base of Kakashi's cock with each thrust. Before she could even ask, Kakashi slammed hard into her, hitting her cervix and sending her over the edge with a cry.
Sakura moaned as her orgasm washed over her, arching her back in ecstasy.
Then, with a growl, Kakashi drove into her one last time, making her cry out in overstimulation as he locked tightly inside her entrance, his warm cum spurting into her.
Sakura had never felt so full, so good, in her whole life. All she wanted was to sleep. She leaned her head against Kakashi, panting as she nuzzled into his chest, feeling sleep about to take her.
“Sleep, Sakura. After all, we have a long month ahead of us,” was the last thing she heard before her eyes closed in slumber.