Oh
Summertime in Sunagakure brought with it a stifling heat, alleviated only by the occasional breeze the gods gifted the villagers. The sun warmed up the earth until it was bright, bronze, cracked and desperate for water, thirsting for a little relief, aching for the rain. Inside the palace walls, the gardens were kept happy with some form of magic, they were lush and full of life, barely noticing the almost suffocating heat. Immaculately kept, symmetrical in design and bursting with brightly coloured flowers, the gardens were easily the Kazekage's favourite place in the palace. The large palm trees offered blissful shade from a wicked desert sun, the sound of the fountain in the middle of the gardens offered solace and the promise of water to parched mouths. The flowers, heated by the warm weather, smelled more lovely and more sweet than any other time of the year.
Walking through the gardens was always a calming and soothing experience for Gaara. Despite near-suffocating in his kazekage's robes, his hat offered him a little shade from the sun as it sat high and proud in the sky above the village. The gardens were busy in the middle of the day, students from the shinobi academy of Sunagakure walked through to get to their next classes, gardeners tended affectionately to the jasmine flowers, palace officials, librarians, even monks, wondered through the place seeking sanctuary from the summer heat.
The Kazekage walked with his first student, Matsuri, who was relaying to him the current ongoings in the shinobi academy. He had stared at her in amazement when she told him the newest set of genin were starting at the academy at twelve years old; had he been that young? It felt like a lifetime ago since he were that version of Gaara. So young and so desperate for violence, so eager to hurt, to cause pain and suffering…and now he walked, serenely through a palace garden as though that child had never existed.
Matsuri, her brown hair swaying in the breeze, was speaking in her soft, delicate voice beside Gaara:
"We were all twelve or thirteen when we started in the academy, Kazekage-sama," she smiled up at him, only to blush under his gaze. "I'm sure the new recruits would love to hear from you…"
"I will be there tomorrow morning," Gaara responded quietly, as though not wanting to speak over the gentle flow of the fountain, "what time do classes start?" The Kazekage stopped as he suddenly realised that Matsuri was no longer talking or beside him. He turned around, as he did so he noticed many…all of the garden's inhabitants were stood, stock still, staring at something in the sky. "What…?" The Kazekage asked as he followed their gaze, seeing Matsuri now too, stood, transfixed, staring with a look of melancholy and awe at something above them.
Gaara's ocean eyes followed the strands of golden sunlight to where they hit the palace wall. Up, following the glittering reflection of the fountain water against the red stone walls, until he caught sight of the moon. The shutters were open to invite in a desert breeze, a trail of wisteria and jasmine flowers clung to the borders of the window, framing a sweet, angelic vision of Ai. She wore no veil on her head but simple silver strands of jewellery glittered on her collarbone. Usually the courtesan dressed quite modestly, her shoulders and décolletage covered but hugged suggestively by the expensive silks she wore. But today, in the relentless heat, she opted for a white blouse with straps, no sleeves, a matching white skirt that ended below her knees. Perhaps she thought she would not be seen in her casual clothing, but with her dark shimmering waves of hair, pink full lips and sparkling blue eyes, it was difficult not to notice her.
The vision of her stopped all work in the gardens, halted politicians in their conversations, arrested all those who dared to look up at her. There was a delicate frown on her face as she pushed her hair over one shoulder, she was staring down at a notebook in her hands, writing something with great concentration.
"Ahem," Gaara cleared his throat purposefully to alert everyone in the garden to their surroundings. A small flare of jealousy and pride ignited in the Kazekage's chest; did they not know who they were looking at? Were they not aware that the girl writing in the window belonged to him?
Immediately, as though time were set into motion again, the inhabitants of the garden began to move, going about their business as if nothing had happened. Matsuri lingered on Ai a little longer; she was so pretty, so delicate, like a moonbeam trapped on earth. No wonder the Kazekage had taken to a girl like her; they were similar in their beauty and equally commanding in their presence. With a heavy heart, she turned back to her teacher and blinked around the garden as she realised he was no longer there.
Gaara pushed open the door to his bedroom slowly, grateful for the shade of the indoors. The gardens had been sweltering, at least here there was some refuge from the heat. Entering his room, he spied Ai sat on the daybed that lined one of the windows. She had propped her notebook on the windowsill and had placed the tip of her pen against her lips as she contemplated what to write.
"Hello, Kazekage," she sang out absentmindedly as Gaara removed his Kazekage robe and hat, hanging them on a nearby chair.
"You are distracting passersby," he said softly, though the growl of jealousy did not go unnoticed by the dancer.
Ai turned to Gaara like she knew what it would do to him. Her long dark hair fell away from her shoulder, the white of her clothing bringing out her colours that he had grown to associate with nights of losing himself to her; black, blue, red…all enticing him from her spot by the window. Her clothes were far more revealing than he had known her to wear; she was dressed like a village girl in the summer, the kind Gaara had noticed when he was younger but forced himself to stay away from.
"Should I apologise?" She said softly, biting her lip gently. She was accompanied by the sound of songbirds in the garden below, with a gentle, teasing breeze from the garden. Ai smirked as Gaara said nothing, he came to sit opposite her on the daybed.
"What are you writing?" He asked, trying to snatch her book away from her but Ai held it to her chest with a knowing smile.
"Poetry," she answered, watching Gaara sit back against the window, his blood red hair ruffling in the breeze, closing his eyes in the peace the cool wind brought him. "I have had hardly any time to write since…" Her voice trailed away and Gaara opened his eyes, wondering why she had become quiet.
"Since I returned?" She nodded as he spoke. It had been a month since Gaara had overcome death, since their relationship had become public knowledge. Ai had taken on the role of unofficial partner to the Kazekage and her life had seen many changes she had not anticipated. She was called upon by villagers and politicians alike for her views and suggestions on village matters that did not come under the Kazekage's remit. Her entire morning had been taken up by advising the palace library on their collections. It was fun, she had to admit, seeing copies of works she had only ever heard about. The librarians allowed her to read anything she wanted to. But that dancing girl was used to having breakfast for hours, lounging in the gardens reading poetry and being called to sing in the nighttime. The role of a public figure was not something she had ever considered. "Ai?" The voice of her beloved brought Ai out of her reverie. Glancing up at Gaara, her heart aching a little at the look of concern on his face, she shrugged gently.
"I have been asked to oversee the prayer ceremonies for the festival next week, to review the seals written by the chounin at the academy, to write to the neighbouring kingdoms…what do I know about any of these matters?" She bit her lip in worry and looked up at Gaara, "I feel a little…overwhelmed." Before Gaara could offer any kindness, she sighed dramatically and fell backwards onto the daybed, her dark hair fanning out around her, spilling over the side of the bed onto the floor. "And it's too hot to think!" Ai exclaimed and released her notebook from her grip, wincing at the sound of it tumbling to the floor. The Kazekage smiled down at her, unbuttoning the topmost button of his dark red cloak.
"You are right," he said suddenly, pulling his collar away from his neck, "it is too hot to think-"
"Let us run away to where it rains!" Ai cried out, laughing at her own penchant for dramatics. "Let us search for a little relief." Her lips began to curve as she stared up at Gaara. He suddenly felt the pain of thirst in his throat as he noticed the sheen of sparkling sweat along her collarbone. The Kazekage could feel the heat of her blood in the air. Turning to her, Gaara licked his lips and it his hands on her ankles.
"Let your tempest bring the rain for you, beautiful one," the Kazekage whispered. Ai jumped as the window shutters began to close, sand sealing up the window to offer the Gaara and his courtesan some privacy from prying eyes. Gaara reached under her skirt and hooked his fingers around her underwear, Ai lifted her hips to let her lover remove them completely. Pulling her left leg straight and pushing her right leg up, hitching it over his shoulder, Gaara lifted her skirt up past her hips. "Let me be your relief." As the windows closed around the room, an eerie gold glow was all that was left as a little sunlight trickled in through the gaps in the shutters. Ai tilted her head to the side to take in the sight of Gaara in that golden light; he looked beautiful, his eyes sparkling, as he licked his lips in anticipation of tasting her.
"Oh," a delicate sound parted from Ai's lips as Gaara kissed her womanhood softly, so softly in fact that in the heat, in the wetness of his pout, she felt thirst for him like an ache. But the way Gaara licked her, kissed her, turned his head to her soft thigh and bit her, was different from the way he usually tortured her. "Oh," such sweet, soft sounds she made in the darkness at the feel of Gaara's full lips and tongue searching for where she was in need of him. Usually when Gaara tasted her, her body would begin to coil up with tension, waiting for him to release her, making her beg for relief. But this time, in the heat, in the stress of her day, Ai was completely relaxed. No tension ran through her, her legs fell apart from him easily, she angled herself up to him with no hint of frustration. "Oh," Ai murmured from somewhere in the golden glow of the room.
She could feel what Gaara was stirring, was beckoning out of her gently, like a tickle, like a soft stroke until she came. She felt it in her right leg that was dangling over his shoulder. Ai's toes curled up against his back, her breathing was deep, her quiet moaning matching the rhythm in which the Kazekage licked her. His hands were grasping his favourite part of her; the soft handful of flesh around her hips, the perfect fit for his hands, something he could hold on to and pull her apart a little more, allowing him to kiss her a little deeper. Ai could feel it, stirring inside her, deep, waiting to be drawn out by Gaara's tongue and lips. It was right there, trembling up her leg, tightening her stomach, she was going to come so gently against his mouth.
"Kiss me," she breathed and hearing that tone of begging, of pleading, made Gaara moan into her as he kissed her deeply. "Ah," it was enough to send her over the edge. She could feel herself flutter as she came, grabbing a handful of Gaara's dark hair, gasping as gentle waves of pleasure rippled through her. Her hips shuddered a little as the Kazekage moved away from her. Above her, he removed his clothes, feeling the relief of the dark room against his heated skin, sighing in thanks for the cooling shade the two found themselves in.
As he lifted his shirt over his head he looked down to find Ai completely naked, her eyes sparkling, her lips trembling for a little water in the heat. She would have to settle for the taste of herself in Gaara's mouth. He leant down to kiss her, deeply, both sighing in the heat, feeling the different sensation of their skin warmer than usual, a little wet and slick from the sweat.
"Ai," Gaara murmured her name in annoyance as she pushed him away gently, "don't deny me." He growled and watched her smile before she licked the tip of her index finger, and then dipped it into her mouth. He watched with a very thin hold on his control as Ai wet her finger and popped it out of her mouth. She reached down for his dick and Gaara shuddered as she placed her wet finger against his shaft and traced along his dick up to its tip. He closed his eyes and nodded at her encouragingly. With her other hand Ai reached down to her womanhood, wet her fingertips and grasped Gaara's dick with both her hands.
"Ai," what was he even asking her for again? He had forgotten, he could only feel her working him with her hands. The wetness of her palms feeling cool in the heat of the desert, Gaara began to shudder into her hands, fucking her back gently, his head hanging, falling close to her lips. Ai reached out with her tongue and traced the outline of his lips. The sensation of it woke him back up. In the darkness, his light eyes looked down at Ai with such intense lust she gasped, half begging for him to take her in his hands and use her. "Ai," he pleaded with her, "let's fuck."
"Oh," a small sound of weak pain left her mouth as Ai released her hands from him. She grasped his strong arms and pouted at him, "until it hurts?" Her request elicited a choked, broken sound from the Kazekage as he leant down to kiss her. His mouth opened.
"Always," he promised her and bit her bottom lip. "Ai!" He shouted with impatience as she pushed him away again, just as he had positioned himself on top of her. The heat of their skin touching made his blood boil. How dare she make him wait any longer!
"It's too hot like this," her blue eyes sparkled as she pleaded with him but she knew, from the dangerous look in his eye, from his deep breathing as he tried to remain in control, that she had kept him waiting too long. He stood from the daybed and sighed in frustration.
"Fine!" He growled at her, picking her up by her wrist and forcing her onto the floor. Ai smiled through the violence, eagerly anticipating her comeuppance. She slinked down onto her knees and elbows, aware of how to move her body, how to arch herself so her waist looked small and breakable to the man who was desperate to fuck her until she broke. He forced her face into the carpet by pushing on her back, he was on one knee behind her, his other foot steadying himself on the floor. He was licking his lips, she was trembling as she felt her wetness slipping down her thighs, so eager to please him, so ready to take it. Her dark hair fanned around her on the floor, she presented her rear to him teasingly. Grabbing a handful of his favourite part of her, Gaara did not even need to guide his dick inside of her. As he pushed his hips towards her, his dick found her to be so wet that he slipped inside her with no resistance.
"Ah!" Ai moved further into the floor, moved her hips closer towards him as though Gaara were the only salvation in the summer heat. They could feel the thirst as a pain in the back of their throats, the sweat was building up in the added heat between them. the Kazekage tilted his head back as he felt her warmer than usual, wetter than usual, offering nothing but a welcome to his thick, pulsing cock. He slipped in and out of her, feeling her tighten every time he pushed up inside of her. He needed to get deeper, he needed to reach that place that made her beg, made her scream, made the whore inside of Ai come out.
Gaara reached around her, feeling through for that spot that would unravel her. "Gaara!" She whimpered his name, her legs began to tremble, as the Kazekage owned her, defiled her, completely used her for his own satisfaction. She began to beg, moan his name, look over her shoulder at him as though he were the reason for her pain and her pleasure all at once. "It hurts," he heard her whisper in ecstasy. What was it about this that she loved? What crazed, tortured state of euphoria did they both push each other into? He fucked her hard, torturing her with his fingers, bruising her hips with his hands, forcing himself inside of her as far as he could go.
"Ai!" He grunted her name in satisfaction.
"Kazekage" she teased him, a small smile playing on her lips before he watched her face change; her brow furrowed as though she were in pain, she bit her lip in worry as she felt herself begin to pulse around his dick.
"Ah!" He felt himself lose control as she tightened around him, giving him that extra friction that pushed him completely over the edge. Gaara clamped his eyes shut and pushed himself deep inside her as the waves of his orgasm consumed him.
I feel like I nailed it with this one.
What do you think, reader? I'll give you a few minutes to recover, no worries.