Naruko writhed against the silk bonds holding her arms above her head, cursing inwardly that he had sewn strengthening seals galore onto the fabric so that she couldn't break them, not without drawing on her tenant's chakra. A thin sheen of sweat bathed her supple, tanned skin, making it shine in the dim moonlit bedroom of the hotel. Luckily there were also silencing seals painted on paper which was stuck to the walls with some kind of glue, because if there hadn't they would have attracted far too much attention.

Which she wasn't going to do, because he would simply place another seal on top of her navel to block it like he had many times before while 'training' her, and that shit hurt to remove and apply.

"Aah- ah- Oro- Orochi-" she couldn't get his full name out, couldn't concentrate, because his tongue was impossibly long and it was inside of her, massaging every inch of her inner walls and moving in and out and she had never felt anything this fucking fantastic.

Orochimaru looked up at her with his half-lidded snake-like golden eyes sparkling with smugness and mischief, his long straight black hair falling over his face. She whimpered as his heavenly tongue slowly pulled out, and watched as it slid back into his mouth, glistening with the wetness she could feel around the horrid ache between her legs. The Sannin climbed up her body and brought her into a rough, domination kiss for a few seconds before pulling back and glancing over her panting, aroused body with satisfaction. "Please," she begged shamelessly, unable to rub her thighs together because the bastard was still sitting between them. "Oh, please."

His ever-present smirk widened and he shifted her hips to align them with hers, bending his spine to lick the shell of her ear. "You know what I want to hear, Na-ru-ko-chan," he hissed lowly, slotting the head of his cock against her opening and firmly holding her hips down so she couldn't push herself down and wriggle her way onto him.

Naruko worried at her lip for a few seconds stubbornly before releasing it and inhaling a deep breath. "Please... Orochimaru-sama," she whispered quietly, and felt her lover's smirk against the skin of her neck as he thrust forward sharply.

She arched up into him, eyes going wide and crying out from the pleasure and the burn of being stretched so quickly, but he didn't wait for her to adjust, he never did; he just started driving in and out of her, not stopping even when she actually screamed out her orgasm, her vision going white.

A few seconds later she vaguely heard him freeze, tense up, and groan loudly as he released deep inside of her. She didn't worry about getting pregnant; both of them were aware that it would be a horrible idea for them to have a child so it was a silent agreement that she would regularly take the pill to prevent conception.

He pulled out and collapsed beside her, just as sweaty as her. His tongue flicked out and ran up the length of her neck for a split second, and she shivered at the sensation briefly before curling up against his side to catch her breath.

They would have to go their separate ways soon, as always, so she didn't fall asleep.

Five minutes later they were facing each other at the window, fully dressed and armed. Orochimaru pulled Naruko up for a slow, deep kiss before detaching himself and slipping out the window, disappearing into the night like an invisible shadow.

She followed soon afterward, heading back to Konoha.

Still, the parting smirk he had sent her told her he had something up his sleeves, something important...

She had a feeling that it had something to do with her 'home'. Hopefully his shinobi hadn't burned it to the ground while she was away...