The air in Konoha carried a restless heat that night, the kind that made tempers burn and instincts scratch at the skin from beneath. Kushina had wandered out beyond the edge of the village, crimson hair tied back loosely, her body thrumming with the kind of tension she hadn't admitted aloud in years. She had trained, she had meditated, she had even tried to drown it in sake — nothing had worked. Something inside her demanded release, and she wasn't sure if it was her temper or her hunger.
That was when she heard him. Heavy boots crunching against dirt, the unmistakable swagger of someone who didn't just walk — he prowled.
"Kushina," a low, gravel-edged voice called, and she turned to see Kiba standing there. Older now, broader across the shoulders, with that feral gleam in his eyes that no years of shinobi discipline could grind out of him. He smelled faintly of earth and sweat and wild musk, and the way his lips curled when he looked at her made something deep in her belly twist hard.
"What do you want, mutt?" she teased, though her voice caught halfway between mockery and challenge.
Kiba's grin sharpened. He closed the distance in strides, stopping close enough that she had to tilt her head back slightly to meet his gaze. His scent enveloped her, rich and primal, and his pupils had already dilated like a predator sighting prey.
"You," he said simply.
The word hit her like a strike. Simple, blunt, undeniable. And before she could spit back some sharp remark, his hand was at her throat — not choking, but firm enough to make her pulse hammer against his palm. He pressed her back until her shoulders met the rough bark of a tree.
Kushina's breath came fast. Instinct screamed at her to fight, to lash out, but another deeper, darker instinct whispered louder: yield.
"You think you can just… grab me?" she hissed, but the tremor in her tone betrayed her.
Kiba leaned in, his lips brushing the shell of her ear as he growled, "I don't think. I know. You're aching for it, aren't you? Someone who won't treat you like you're made of glass." His teeth grazed her earlobe, sharp enough to make her gasp. "Someone who'll remind you you're still wild under all that discipline."
Her thighs pressed together reflexively, and Kiba caught the movement, chuckling low in his chest. His other hand slid down, rough fingers tracing the curve of her hip, tugging her closer.
"Say it," he demanded, voice a command more than a request. "Say you want it."
Kushina bit her lip, defiance flashing in her eyes. "And if I don't?"
Kiba's response was a snarl and the sudden grind of his thigh between hers, pinning her harder against the tree. The pressure made her gasp, her nails digging into the bark behind her. He held her there, body caging hers, every inch of him radiating power.
"You will," he said, voice low and certain. "Because I don't ask twice."
His lips crashed against hers before she could reply, the kiss rough, claiming, his teeth tugging at her lower lip until she moaned against him. The sound broke whatever resistance she'd been clinging to. Kushina's hands shot up, fisting in the front of his jacket, dragging him closer even as he dominated the pace.
Kiba groaned into her mouth, tongue forcing its way past her lips to tangle with hers, tasting, devouring. His hand on her throat tightened just enough to make her head spin, the mix of pressure and lack of control setting fire through her veins.
When he broke the kiss, she was panting, lips swollen, eyes half-lidded with need. He smirked, feral and triumphant.
"Good girl," he murmured, and the praise made her knees buckle.
Kiba didn't give her time to recover. His hands were on her again, tugging at her clothes with no patience, baring skin inch by inch, teeth and lips marking her as he went. He bit at her collarbone, sucked at the swell of her breast, growled against her skin like a man starved. Kushina's breath came in ragged gasps, her body arching into every touch, every bite.
When his hand slid lower, under her waistband, she almost sobbed with relief. His fingers found her already wet, and his grin widened against her throat.
"Look at you," he taunted, voice a low rumble. "Dripping for me already. You do want this, Kushina. You want me to ruin you."
Her only answer was a whimper, a desperate grind of her hips against his hand.
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Kiba's fingers teased mercilessly, dragging slickness across her folds without giving her the relief of sinking inside. Kushina writhed against the tree, her voice breaking into frustrated whimpers that only made his smirk widen. He leaned close, his breath hot against her ear.
"Beg for it," he growled. "Show me that the Red Hot-Blooded Habanero isn't all fire — that she knows how to submit when the right man takes her."
Her nails dug into his shoulders, the conflict plain in the sharpness of her glare and the need in her body pressing forward. "Damn you, Kiba…" she panted, but the quiver in her voice ruined the venom.
He chuckled, rough and mocking, and suddenly withdrew his hand entirely, leaving her aching and empty. The sudden loss made her gasp, hips rolling forward in desperation.
"See?" he whispered darkly, gripping her jaw and forcing her to look into his eyes. "You hate being denied. And that's why I'm not giving you what you want until you say it."
Kushina's breath came in shallow bursts. Her pride clawed at her, screaming not to give in, but her body betrayed her, trembling, flushed, slick with need. His feral grin, his scent, the sheer force of him pressing her down—it was overwhelming. Finally, she broke, the words spilling out ragged and low.
"Please, Kiba… I need it."
The sound of her begging ignited him like a spark to tinder. His grin turned savage, and his fingers returned between her thighs in a punishing stroke, thrusting two deep without warning. She cried out, her head slamming back against the bark, pleasure and shock exploding in her nerves.
"That's it," he snarled, pumping his fingers hard and fast, curling them just so to make her cry out again and again. His thumb pressed against her clit, relentless, as his teeth sank into the side of her neck, marking her with a growl of satisfaction. "So wet for me. So fucking tight. You were made to be taken like this."
Her legs trembled, her body already arching, chasing release against his merciless pace. Every drag of his fingers, every nip of his teeth pushed her higher, until the fire in her belly snapped. Kushina came with a hoarse scream, her body convulsing against his hold, juices coating his hand.
Kiba didn't slow. He fucked her through it with his fingers, biting and sucking at her breasts, her throat, until she was a shuddering mess clinging to him. Only then did he withdraw, his hand slick, his grin hungry. He licked his fingers deliberately, tasting her, his eyes burning into hers.
"Good girl," he rumbled again, and the praise made her whimper, her body twitching with lingering aftershocks.
Before she could recover, he spun her around, pressing her front against the tree, his chest hard against her back, one hand gripping her wrists above her head. With his free hand, he tugged his belt open, the metallic clink sharp in the night air.
Kushina's heart hammered. She felt the heat of him pressing against her, thick and ready, and instinctively tried to push back, desperate. But his hand on her wrists tightened, pinning her firmly.
"Not yet," he hissed against her ear, grinding just enough to make her groan in need. "You think you're ready, but I'm going to break you in first."
His free hand slid down her spine, nails dragging lightly, possessively, until he reached the curve of her ass. He smacked it once, hard, making her gasp, then rubbed the sting with a rough palm. "Perfect," he murmured. "All mine tonight."
He teased her entrance with the head of his cock, smearing wetness across her folds without pushing inside, drawing broken whines from her throat. Each denial was torture, her body straining against his grip, but he held her fast, savoring every second of her torment.
"Say it again," he demanded, voice a growl against her hair. "Beg for it. Beg for me to fuck you."
Her pride was long gone now, melted in the heat of his dominance. Kushina's voice was raw, desperate. "Please, Kiba… please, just—fuck me. I need you inside me."
The feral snarl that tore from his chest was all the warning she got before he thrust forward in one brutal stroke, burying himself deep. She cried out, her back arching, nails clawing at the bark as he filled her completely.
"Fuck—so tight," he groaned, grinding deep, holding her there for a moment as her body stretched around him. Then he set a brutal rhythm, pounding into her with the raw force of a man possessed, his hips slamming against her ass, his teeth sinking into her shoulder as he growled her name.
Kushina screamed, her voice echoing through the trees, each thrust driving her higher, tearing through every barrier she thought she had left. He used her ruthlessly, hand still gripping her wrists above her head, body caging hers as he fucked her into the rough bark. Her body clenched around him, every nerve alight, the mix of pain and pleasure overwhelming.
"Take it," he snarled into her ear. "Take every inch. You're mine, Kushina—say it."
"I'm yours!" she cried out, tears pricking her eyes from the sheer intensity. "I'm yours, Kiba!"
Her confession broke something loose in both of them. He slammed into her harder, faster, his growls echoing her cries, until her body couldn't hold back anymore. Kushina came again, violently, her cunt spasming around him, milking him as she screamed his name. The sensation dragged him over the edge, and with one final thrust, he spilled deep inside her with a guttural roar, grinding against her until every drop was buried within.
They collapsed together against the tree, Kushina's legs trembling, Kiba's chest heaving against her back. For a long moment, the only sound was their ragged breathing, the night air thick with the scent of sex and sweat.
Finally, Kiba released her wrists, his hands sliding down to grip her hips possessively. He nuzzled into her neck, teeth grazing her skin again, softer this time but no less primal.
"You're mine now," he murmured, voice rough but certain. "And I'm not letting you forget it."
Kushina shuddered, spent and marked and utterly claimed, her lips curving into a weak, satisfied smile. "Bastard," she whispered hoarsely, though the word was laced with something dangerously close to contentment.
Kiba's grip on her ankle was rough, possessive, his nails biting into her skin as he yanked her closer until she was dangling half off the bed, spread open for him. He knelt between her legs, lowering his head with a wolfish grin, the heat of his breath ghosting over her swollen folds. Kushina's body jerked, a moan tearing out of her throat before he even touched her.
"Smell that," he growled, inhaling deeply, his nose pressing against her mound. "So fucking sweet… dripping for me again." His tongue lashed out suddenly, a hot, wet stripe from her entrance up to her clit, and Kushina's back arched violently, her cry filling the small apartment.
Kiba latched onto her clit with his mouth, sucking hard, growling against her flesh like an animal devouring prey. The vibration shook through her core, every nerve lit on fire. His tongue was relentless, flicking, circling, plunging lower to fuck into her before dragging back up to torture her swollen nub.
Her thighs tried to snap shut, but his hands pinned them wide, nails biting into her skin as he held her open and feasted on her without mercy. Drool mixed with her slick, coating his chin, his nose buried against her as he growled and slurped, the obscene sounds filling the room.
"Kiba—!" she gasped, her hands fisting in the sheets, eyes rolling back. "Oh gods, I—"
He growled in warning, one hand shooting up to grip her throat, squeezing lightly as he lifted his head just enough to glare at her. His lips were wet and shining, his teeth glinting. "Don't you fucking hold back," he snarled. "You come when I tell you, and you're not done until I say so."
Then his mouth was back on her, rougher than before, his tongue stabbing into her hole while his thumb rubbed brutal circles on her clit. Kushina's scream tore through the air, her body convulsing, pleasure ripping through her in waves that left her sobbing, thighs trembling violently in his grip.
Kiba lapped it all up, growling with satisfaction as her juices coated his mouth. He only pulled back when she collapsed back onto the bed, gasping for breath, her body twitching. He licked his lips slowly, deliberately, savoring her taste before leaning up and spitting directly into her open mouth.
"Swallow it," he ordered.
Her eyes glazed with submission, Kushina obeyed, gulping down the mixture of her own arousal and his spit, a needy whimper escaping her throat.
"That's my girl," Kiba growled, dragging her upright by her hair, flipping her onto her hands and knees in the center of the bed. He shoved her face into the sheets, his palm pressing down on the back of her head, forcing her to arch her back and present herself.
Kushina's breath came ragged, her ass in the air, dripping and trembling. She could feel the blunt head of his cock dragging along her folds, smearing slickness without entering, every brush making her cry out with desperation.
"Beg," he demanded, his voice a harsh growl behind her. He smacked her ass, hard, the sting radiating through her body. "Beg me to fuck you like the bitch in heat you are."
Her pride tried to claw its way back, but another smack broke it down. Her voice came raw, desperate, broken. "Please, Kiba! Please, fuck me—I need you, I can't take it anymore!"
His snarl of satisfaction shook through her. In the next instant, he slammed into her with a brutal thrust, burying himself to the hilt in one stroke. Kushina screamed, her fingers clawing at the sheets, her body stretching to take him.
Kiba's hips snapped forward with savage force, pounding into her relentlessly, the bed creaking under the violence of his thrusts. His nails raked down her back, leaving red trails, his teeth sinking into her shoulder hard enough to bruise as he fucked her like a beast rutting its mate.
"Fuck, so tight," he groaned, every word punctuated by a hard thrust. "You feel that? That's me—splitting you open, claiming you from the inside out."
Kushina sobbed with pleasure, every brutal stroke pushing her higher, her walls clenching desperately around him. Her voice cracked as she screamed his name, her body arching, surrendering completely.
Kiba shifted suddenly, pulling her up by the hair until her back was against his chest, his cock still slamming into her from behind. One hand gripped her throat, forcing her head back against his shoulder, while the other pinched her clit mercilessly.
"You're mine," he growled into her ear, biting down on the curve of her neck. "Say it again. Say it until your voice breaks."
"I'm yours!" she sobbed, her voice hoarse, tears streaking down her cheeks. "I'm yours, Kiba—I'm yours!"
Her climax ripped through her again, violent and overwhelming, her pussy spasming around him so hard it dragged him over the edge with her. He roared, biting down on her neck as he came deep inside her, his hips jerking, filling her with hot, thick spurts until it spilled down her thighs.
They collapsed forward onto the bed, Kushina's body trembling uncontrollably, Kiba's weight heavy on her back, both of them gasping in the aftermath. For a long moment, there was nothing but the sound of their ragged breathing and the pounding of their hearts.
Then Kiba nuzzled against her sweat-damp hair, still panting, his teeth grazing her ear. "That was just round two," he growled, his cock still buried deep inside her, twitching with renewed hunger. "And we're nowhere near done tonight."
Kushina shuddered, her lips curving into a weak, delirious smile despite the wrecked state of her body. She knew he meant it. This was only the beginning.
The Inuzuka compound was alive with sound that night — distant howls carried on the wind, the restless shuffle of hounds in their kennels, and the low, steady growl of Akamaru as Kiba shoved Kushina through the door of his private quarters. The massive dog circled once, eyes glinting in the dim light, his presence a silent weight pressing down on the room. Kushina's pulse spiked. It wasn't fear exactly — it was something deeper, rawer, the undeniable feeling of being cornered prey in the hunting grounds of a predator.
Kiba caught the flicker in her eyes and smirked, feral pride radiating off him as he stripped his jacket and tossed it aside. "You feel it, don't you?" he asked, stalking toward her with deliberate steps, every line of his body radiating dominance. "The pack. The blood. The way it's in my bones. And tonight…" His hand closed around her throat, shoving her back against the wooden wall with a thud. "You're mine to mark as mate."
Her breath hitched, heat pooling low in her belly despite the growl rumbling in his chest. His scent surrounded her, thick and intoxicating — musk, sweat, wild earth. She could feel Akamaru pacing behind them, each soft huff of the dog's breath only amplifying Kiba's looming presence. Kushina's thighs clenched, her body betraying her again.
"You're insane," she rasped, her voice hoarse. But her hands didn't push him away. They curled into the fabric of his shirt, holding on as her body shivered under his grip.
Kiba's teeth flashed in a grin, sharp and dangerous. "Maybe. But you like it." His nose brushed along her jaw, inhaling deeply before his tongue dragged up her throat, slow and possessive. Then his teeth sank into the curve of her neck, harder than before, a growl tearing from his chest as he sucked until her skin throbbed beneath his mouth.
Kushina cried out, nails raking down his arms, her hips rolling forward helplessly. The sting of his bite only fanned the fire building in her core, each mark a brand of ownership that made her heart pound faster.
Kiba pulled back, admiring the bruise darkening on her neck, his thumb tracing it roughly. "Good," he muttered, almost to himself, before slamming his lips against hers. The kiss was brutal, all teeth and tongue, his hand tightening on her throat until she gasped into his mouth.
When he tore away, a string of spit connected them, her lips swollen, her eyes glazed with heat. Kiba shoved her toward the bed, watching her stumble onto her hands and knees across the sheets. The sight of her ass in the air, hair tumbling wild, made his cock twitch with need.
"Stay," he ordered, his voice a guttural snarl. He stripped off his shirt, muscles rippling, scars catching the dim light. Behind him, Akamaru let out a low, approving rumble, circling once before settling by the door like a silent sentinel.
Kushina's breath came fast, her body trembling with anticipation as Kiba climbed onto the bed behind her. He grabbed her hips, dragging her back until she was flush against his thighs, his cock grinding along her slick folds but not entering. He bent over her back, his breath hot against her ear.
"You smell like mine," he growled, inhaling deeply, his teeth grazing her shoulder again. "You are mine. And the whole fucking pack is going to know it when I'm done with you."
His hand slid up her spine, pressing her down into the mattress, pinning her there as he ground his cock against her, smearing her arousal along his length. Kushina whimpered, her body rocking back desperately, trying to impale herself, but he denied her, keeping her pinned.
"Not yet," Kiba snarled, slapping her ass hard enough to make her yelp. "You don't get to take what you want. You take what I give."
Her body burned, every nerve raw, her pride in tatters as she writhed under him. "Please," she gasped, muffled against the sheets. "Please, Kiba, I need—"
Another smack silenced her, the sting shooting straight to her core. Kiba leaned down, his teeth sinking into the back of her neck like a wolf claiming his bitch, holding her there as his cock teased at her entrance.
"You'll beg louder," he growled against her skin, his voice low and dangerous. "Louder, Kushina. Make the whole fucking compound hear who you belong to."
Kushina's pride fractured under the weight of his words, under the teeth digging into her neck and the heavy cock grinding against her folds. Her voice cracked as it tore out of her throat, raw and needy.
"I'm yours, Kiba! Please, fuck me, I can't take it anymore—please!"
The sound made him snarl with savage satisfaction. In the same motion, he thrust forward, driving himself into her with brutal force until his hips slammed against her ass. Kushina screamed, her nails clawing deep grooves into the sheets, her body stretched to take every inch of him.
"Fuck—tight," Kiba growled, his chest pressed to her back, his cock buried deep inside her. He bit harder into her neck, grinding deep until she whimpered. "That's it… you feel me? That's me, Kushina. You'll feel me for days."
He pulled back and slammed into her again, setting a ruthless rhythm, every thrust a claiming. The bed groaned, the sound of his hips colliding with her ass filling the room. Her cries mixed with his snarls, the air thick with sweat and sex, the wild growl of Akamaru underscoring every brutal stroke.
Kiba's hand slid up to her mouth, forcing his fingers between her lips. "Bite down if you want," he ordered, pumping harder, his cock hitting deep, bruising spots that made her scream. "But you'll still be heard. The pack's listening, Kushina. They'll know you're mine tonight."
Tears blurred her vision as she gagged around his fingers, drool spilling down her chin. Every thrust made her clench tighter, her body strung taut between pain and desperate pleasure. His other hand smacked her ass again, the sting radiating hot, and then he gripped her hip so tight it would bruise.
"Say it," he demanded, pulling his fingers free, smearing her spit down her cheek. "Say you're my bitch."
Kushina sobbed the words, her voice broken, her body shuddering under his dominance. "I'm your bitch, Kiba—I'm yours!"
The confession snapped something loose in him. He drove into her harder, faster, like a beast in rut, his teeth scraping down her back, leaving trails of red. He bent low, biting, licking, marking her as his while his cock pounded her mercilessly.
Her climax hit like a thunderclap, ripping a scream from her lungs, her pussy spasming violently around him, soaking his cock and the sheets beneath them. Kiba snarled, never slowing, fucking her through it, dragging her body along for the ride until she was a shuddering, incoherent mess.
"Good girl," he growled, his pace growing erratic as his own orgasm built. "Take it—take every drop. You're mine, Kushina. My mate."
With one final savage thrust, he buried himself to the hilt and came with a roar, spilling deep inside her, grinding against her ass until she felt his release flooding her, hot and thick. He stayed there, pressed to her back, panting heavily, his teeth still sunk into her shoulder as his cock twitched and pumped the last of his seed into her.
When he finally released her, she collapsed onto the sheets, face pressed into the fabric, her body trembling, sweat-slick and marked from head to toe. Kiba loomed over her, still hard, still hungry, his eyes glowing feral in the dim light.
He dragged his tongue up her spine slowly, savoring the salt of her sweat, before nipping her ear. "We're not done," he whispered darkly, his cock grinding against her ass again. "The night's still young, and you've got a lot more begging left in you."
Behind them, Akamaru let out another low growl, as if agreeing. The sound made Kushina's body jolt with fresh heat, her lips curling into a weak, delirious smile even as exhaustion tugged at her. She knew she wouldn't get rest—not yet. Kiba wasn't finished, and deep down, neither was she.
The sheets were soaked, her skin slick with sweat, her throat raw from screaming his name, yet Kiba didn't ease off. He loomed over her, his body still thrumming with restless energy, his cock pressing insistently against her thigh as if the last brutal claiming had only stoked the fire rather than quenched it.
"On your back," he ordered, his voice a growl that brooked no argument. Kushina obeyed sluggishly, her limbs trembling as she rolled onto her back. Her breasts rose and fell with shallow breaths, her skin mottled with bruises and bites, but the fire in her eyes hadn't gone out.
Kiba smirked at that. He liked her fire. He liked breaking it down until it flickered into desperate, submissive need.
He reached to the side, tearing a length of cloth from a spare shirt, and grabbed her wrists. "You fight too much," he muttered, tying them together firmly. He yanked the knot tight and secured her arms to the headboard, his weight pinning her down while he worked. Kushina tested the restraint instinctively, and her breath hitched when it held fast.
Kiba leaned down, his lips brushing her ear as his hand spread over her stomach, sliding lower with infuriating slowness. "You're mine," he whispered, his voice low and dangerous, "and I'll tie you down as many times as it takes to make you remember."
His mouth closed around her nipple without warning, sucking hard, his teeth grazing the sensitive bud. Kushina cried out, arching against the restraints, her wrists straining against the cloth. His free hand pinched her other nipple cruelly, twisting until she gasped. Then he soothed it with his tongue, a cruel cycle of sting and comfort that left her trembling.
"You like being used, don't you?" Kiba murmured against her chest, his hand trailing lower, dipping between her thighs to tease her slick folds. He rubbed lazily, never giving her enough pressure, circling her clit with feather-light touches that made her hips buck helplessly. "You pretend to fight me, but your body begs louder than your mouth ever could."
Her lips parted, a broken sound escaping her. "Kiba… please."
His smirk widened. "Good girl. You're learning."
He slid two fingers inside her, pumping slow and deliberate, curling them just enough to brush that spot deep inside that made her whimper. His thumb pressed firmly on her clit, the combination winding her tight, pulling her closer and closer to the edge. Her back arched, her thighs trembling, her voice breaking with every moan.
Just as she was about to shatter, he pulled away entirely, leaving her empty, dripping, desperate. Her scream of frustration tore through the room, her bound wrists jerking against the restraints.
Kiba chuckled darkly, leaning down to capture her lips in a bruising kiss. "You don't come until I say," he growled, his tongue dominating hers, his hand gripping her throat again. He pulled back, his eyes blazing as he looked down at her writhing body. "And tonight, I'm going to make you beg harder than you ever have."
Kushina writhed beneath him, her wrists straining against the makeshift bonds until the fabric bit into her skin. Her chest heaved, sweat-slick and marked with his bites, her nipples aching from his cruel mouth. Her thighs pressed together, desperate for friction, but Kiba's weight kept her pinned, spread, helpless.
"Look at you," he growled, dragging his nails down her stomach, leaving red trails that made her flinch. "Fighting the rope like you want to get free. But your body's betraying you, Kushina. You don't want freedom—you want to be used."
His hand smacked her pussy suddenly, sharp and wet, the slap echoing in the room. She gasped, her hips jerking, the sting mixing with unbearable heat. He did it again, harder, watching her cry out, her slick coating his palm.
"That's it," he snarled, spreading her folds with his fingers, admiring how swollen and wet she'd become. "Dripping for me, even when I'm cruel. You fucking love it."
Kushina shook her head weakly, her pride clawing to the surface, but the broken moan that slipped from her lips betrayed her. Her body arched, aching for more, her bound hands twisting helplessly against the cloth.
Kiba shoved two fingers back inside her, curling them ruthlessly, pumping hard while his thumb rubbed merciless circles on her clit. He leaned down, teeth sinking into her collarbone, growling against her skin as he worked her body like an instrument.
Her moans climbed higher, her body trembling violently, every muscle straining toward release. She was so close, teetering on the edge, when suddenly he pulled out again, leaving her empty and gasping.
"No—!" she cried, her voice cracking with desperation. "Please, don't stop, I need—"
His hand closed around her throat, cutting her off, his eyes blazing with savage dominance. "You need what I give you. Nothing more. Nothing less." His cock slapped against her soaked folds, heavy, throbbing, smearing slickness along her skin without pushing in. "You don't come until I decide to let you."
She sobbed, her pride gone, her voice raw. "Please, Kiba. Please, I'll do anything. Just—fuck me. Let me come. Please."
The sound of her begging dragged a guttural growl from his chest. He shoved into her in one brutal stroke, his cock stretching her wide, filling her to the hilt. Her scream tore through the room, her bound wrists jerking violently against the restraints as her body bowed in pleasure.
Kiba set a punishing rhythm, hips slamming into hers, the bed rocking with the force of his thrusts. His hand stayed wrapped around her throat, squeezing lightly, controlling her every gasp of breath as he fucked her harder, deeper, each stroke claiming her completely.
"Mine," he snarled with every thrust, his teeth sinking into her breast, her shoulder, her neck, marking her over and over. "My bitch, my mate. Say it!"
"I'm yours!" she screamed, her voice hoarse, tears streaking her cheeks. "I'm yours, Kiba—yours!"
Her body convulsed, her climax ripping through her violently, her pussy clamping down on him, milking his cock as she sobbed his name. Kiba roared, his hips driving harder, fucking her through it, dragging every ounce of pleasure from her shaking body.
When he finally came, it was with savage force, burying himself deep as his cock pulsed, spilling hot, thick ropes of cum inside her. He ground against her hips, forcing her to take every drop, his teeth sinking into the side of her neck in one last, brutal mark of ownership.
For a long moment, he stayed there, cock buried in her, chest heaving, his hand still firm on her throat. Kushina lay bound beneath him, trembling, her body wrecked and glistening, her lips parted in ragged gasps.
Slowly, Kiba loosened his grip, licking the mark on her neck possessively before muttering against her ear, "You'll never forget tonight. Not a single fucking second."
Her wrists ached from the bonds, her body sore and spent, yet her hips shifted unconsciously beneath him, needy even in exhaustion. Kiba felt it, smirked darkly, and ground into her again, already hardening for another round.
"The night's still young," he growled, nipping her ear. "And I haven't even broken you yet."
Kushina's wrists still ached when Kiba finally untied her, the fabric falling away to reveal raw, reddened skin. She flexed her fingers weakly, her body trembling with exhaustion, but the reprieve lasted only a breath. Kiba caught her by the hips and flipped her onto her stomach, his weight pressing her down into the mattress before she could even register the shift.
"You thought I was done?" he growled, his chest pressed to her back, his cock already sliding against her soaked folds again. "I told you, Kushina—tonight isn't about your limits. It's about mine."
She whimpered, her cheek pressed to the sheets, her ass raised by his rough grip. Every inch of her body was marked, bruises and bites like battle scars from his claiming. But when his cock nudged at her entrance, hot and heavy, she shuddered with fresh desire instead of fear.
Kiba's breath was ragged, his voice dark with hunger. "I'm gonna fill you until you can't walk. Until every inch of you smells like me. Until my seed drips out of you for days and you know who you belong to."
Her pulse thundered, shame and arousal twined tight in her gut. "Kiba—"
He slammed into her before she could finish, burying himself to the hilt in one brutal stroke. Her cry was muffled against the sheets, her nails clawing at the mattress as his hips ground against her ass, holding deep inside.
"Fuck—so tight," he snarled, biting her shoulder. "Greedy cunt. Already milking me again."
His thrusts were relentless from the start, heavy, punishing, his balls slapping against her ass as he drove into her over and over. The sound of wet flesh filled the room, each stroke pulling broken moans from Kushina's throat.
Kiba's hand slid around her stomach, pressing down firmly as he fucked into her, his cock grinding against every sensitive spot inside her. His other hand grabbed her hair, yanking her head back so her cries filled the room. "Say it," he demanded, his voice rough. "Say you want me to breed you."
Her pride tried to fight, but his pace was brutal, his cock stretching her open, dragging pleasure from her unwilling lips. "I—fuck, I want it!" she sobbed, her voice breaking. "Breed me, Kiba—fill me, please!"
His snarl vibrated against her ear, feral satisfaction dripping from every sound. "Good bitch." He bent her deeper, pressing her chest flat to the mattress, his hips pounding mercilessly into her ass. "You're not leaving this bed until you're dripping with me—until you can't take another drop."
Her walls fluttered around him, her body giving in completely, her moans turning into ragged screams as her climax ripped through her. She clenched tight, milking his cock, pulling him deeper. Kiba roared, thrusting harder, his teeth sinking into her neck as his release crashed down. Hot, thick cum flooded her womb, spurt after spurt filling her until it leaked around his cock, dripping down her thighs.
But Kiba didn't stop. Even as he twitched inside her, he pulled back and slammed in again, grinding deep, forcing his seed to stay buried. Kushina sobbed, her body convulsing, the overstimulation brutal and raw.
"You'll take every drop," he growled, his cock already hardening again inside her. "Round after round. Until your body gives out."
Kiba's cock stayed buried inside her, thick and unyielding, even as his cum dripped hot down her thighs. His weight pressed her flat against the mattress, his chest glued to her back, his breath hot and ragged in her ear.
"Not enough," he growled, his hips grinding slow, shallow circles, forcing his seed deeper. "You're still hungry. I can feel it."
Kushina whimpered, her body trembling, every nerve raw from overstimulation. "Kiba… I can't—"
"You can," he snapped, yanking her hair back until her head arched. His teeth grazed her jaw, his growl vibrating against her skin. "You're mine, Kushina. You'll take as much as I give you."
Then he started moving again, not giving her a chance to breathe. His pace was ruthless, each thrust harder than the last, his cock slamming into her oversensitive cunt until she was sobbing into the sheets. Her body betrayed her, clenching, dripping, begging for more even as her voice broke with protest.
Kiba's nails dug into her hips, bruising her flesh as he pounded into her. "Listen to you," he snarled. "Crying like you can't take it—but this greedy pussy won't let me go. You're sucking me in, Kushina. You want every drop."
Her scream shattered the air as another climax ripped through her, violent and overwhelming. She spasmed around him, her juices spilling down her thighs, soaking the sheets beneath them. Kiba roared, biting down hard on her shoulder as his own orgasm crashed over him again, his cock jerking as he pumped another load into her womb.
But even then, he didn't stop. He ground into her, holding deep, his cock twitching inside her, forcing every drop to stay buried. When he pulled back, cum oozed around his shaft, dripping in thick trails, but he shoved in again, making it spill and smear before filling her all over.
Kushina was incoherent now, her body limp beneath him, but her cunt still clenched greedily, milking his cock as if it would never be satisfied. Kiba smirked against her skin, feral pride burning in his chest.
"That's it," he rasped, his hips slowing just enough to torture her. "You're mine to breed. Mine to break. Mine to fill until you can't walk, can't think—only feel me inside you."
He shifted suddenly, flipping her onto her back without pulling out. She gasped, dazed and trembling, as he pinned her wrists above her head again, his cock grinding deep into her swollen, dripping cunt.
Kiba leaned down, his forehead pressing to hers, his eyes blazing. "Look at me," he growled. "Look at the man who owns you."
Her glassy eyes met his, tears streaking her cheeks, her lips trembling. "Yours," she whispered, her voice hoarse. "I'm yours, Kiba."
His snarl turned into a savage grin. He kissed her hard, his hips snapping forward again, fucking her raw, chasing yet another climax. She screamed into his mouth, her nails raking down his back, her body convulsing as another orgasm ripped through her, wringing his cock tight.
Kiba groaned, his thrusts growing erratic, and then he spilled inside her again, hot and heavy, mixing with the cum already flooding her womb. It overflowed this time, spilling down her ass, soaking the sheets, but he didn't care. He kept rutting into her, grinding every last drop into her until she collapsed beneath him, her body shaking uncontrollably.
When he finally stilled, he stayed buried deep, panting against her throat, licking the sweat from her skin. His cock twitched inside her, already hardening again, his hunger far from sated.
"You're not done," he whispered against her ear, his teeth dragging along her skin. "I'll breed you until the sun comes up, Kushina. Until you can't say anything but my name."
Her lips parted, a broken sound escaping, half sob, half moan. She was wrecked, ruined, overflowing with him… and still, deep down, she craved the next round.
The sheets were ruined, soaked through with sweat and slick, the air heavy with the musk of sex. Kushina lay sprawled on her back, her body trembling violently, her thighs streaked with his cum. Every inch of her glistened with sweat, her skin a canvas of bites and bruises, her chest heaving as if she'd run a marathon.
But Kiba wasn't done.
He loomed over her, eyes glowing with feral hunger, his cock still hard, glistening with a mix of their fluids. His hand gripped her jaw, forcing her head to the side so he could admire the swollen marks he'd left across her throat and shoulders.
"Look at you," he rasped, his voice hoarse from growling, his breath ragged. "Wrecked. Ruined. And still fucking perfect."
Kushina whimpered, her body twitching as his cock rubbed against her entrance again. She tried to speak, but only a broken moan slipped out, her throat raw from screaming his name for hours.
Kiba smirked, his thumb stroking her lower lip before shoving it into her mouth. "Don't even bother trying to talk. Just moan for me. Cry for me. That's all you're good for right now."
Her tongue obeyed instinctively, swirling around his thumb, sucking weakly even in her exhaustion. The sight made his cock throb. He pulled his thumb free and smeared the spit across her cheek, marking her again before pressing his forehead against hers.
"You're not done until I say you're done." His voice was low, dangerous, vibrating with primal possession. "And I'm not done until your body gives out completely."
Then he pushed into her again, slow at first, savoring the way her swollen cunt stretched to take him once more. Kushina sobbed, her nails clawing at the sheets, her body convulsing with overstimulation.
"Too much," she gasped, her voice breaking. "Kiba, I can't—"
"Yes, you can," he snarled, slamming his hips forward, burying himself to the hilt. Her scream shattered the room, her walls fluttering around him, already clenching despite her plea. "This greedy pussy doesn't know how to stop. You'll take me until you can't move."
His pace grew brutal, hips snapping forward with unrelenting force, his cock pounding into her overstimulated core. Every thrust tore fresh cries from her lips, her body caught in a cycle of pain and unbearable pleasure. Her eyes rolled back, her legs trembling violently, but still she came, her climax ripping through her like lightning.
"Again," Kiba growled, fucking her through it, grinding against her clit as she convulsed. "Come again, Kushina. I want to feel you break."
Her body obeyed, another orgasm crashing over her before the last had even ended, her voice gone, reduced to raw, broken sounds as she writhed beneath him. Tears streamed down her cheeks, her body overstimulated beyond reason, but still he drove into her, refusing to relent.
His teeth sank into her breast, his nails digging into her thighs, his cock pistoning in and out with savage force. He was relentless, chasing orgasm after orgasm from her until she was sobbing, incoherent, her body trembling violently under him.
"Good bitch," he snarled, sweat dripping from his brow, his breath hot against her ear. "Take it all. Take every fucking drop until your body gives out."
Kushina was trembling so hard the bed rattled beneath her. Her hair clung to her face in wet strands, her throat was raw from screaming, and her thighs shook violently every time his cock drove into her. She was gone—wrecked beyond reason—yet her body still clamped down on him like she was starving for more.
Kiba hovered over her, sweat dripping from his temples, his chest heaving with the same untamed rhythm as his hips. His cock hammered into her with punishing force, each thrust deep enough to punch breathless sobs out of her chest. He snarled into her ear, his voice savage, unrelenting.
"Don't you dare give out on me, Kushina. You begged for this. You said you were mine. And mine don't quit until I've emptied every drop inside them."
Her lips trembled around broken sounds, nothing coherent, just moans and pleas that bled together. She clawed at the sheets, her nails tearing threads loose, her wrists too weak to push him away. Her cunt betrayed her over and over, spasming, fluttering, pulling him in deeper even as her tears stained the sheets.
Kiba bit her neck again, hard enough to bruise, his hips never slowing. "Come for me. Again."
And she did. Her body convulsed violently, another orgasm ripping through her, her scream shredded to a hoarse wail. She squirted around him this time, a flood soaking his cock, the sheets, their skin. Kiba groaned, his thrusts faltering as the wet heat drenched him, his cock jerking inside her.
"Fuck—yes. Good bitch. Drench me."
He came with her, his roar shaking the walls as his cock twitched, pulsing heavy loads deep inside. Her cunt milked him hungrily, dragging every spurt from him, forcing his cum to mix with the flood already inside her.
But even then, he didn't stop. His cock stayed hard, grinding deep, pushing the overflowing mess back inside. Her belly bulged faintly from the fullness, her eyes rolling back at the pressure, her body a wreck of overstimulation.
"Still not enough," he panted, his forehead pressed to hers, sweat dripping into her hair. "I'll breed you till you can't stand, Kushina. Till all you can say is my name."
Her answer was nothing but a broken sob, her nails dragging weakly down his back. Kiba groaned at the faint sting, his hips grinding slow and deep now, savoring the way her walls fluttered around him like she'd never had enough.
When the last climax hit, it wasn't violent—it was surrender. Kushina collapsed under him, her body twitching weakly, her tears mixing with sweat, her cunt spasming around his cock one last time before she went limp.
Kiba held her there, his cock still buried, his chest heaving. He licked the salt from her cheek, growling low, satisfied and primal. "That's it. Broken. Marked. Mine."
The first light of dawn crept through the shutters, pale against the wreckage of the room. The sheets were soaked, twisted and ruined, the air thick with musk, the scent of sweat and sex clinging to every surface. Kushina lay limp, sprawled across the bed like a conquered queen, her skin a map of bruises, bites, and scratches. Her hair was wild, her chest rising and falling in shallow, exhausted breaths.
Kiba sat at her side, his eyes burning with feral pride as he traced the marks he'd left on her. Every bruise, every hickey, every bite was proof. Proof she was his. Proof he'd claimed her, body and soul.
Slowly, he dragged a damp cloth over her chest, wiping away the slick sheen of sweat, careful around the marks. Kushina stirred faintly, her eyes fluttering open, her lips parting with a hoarse groan.
"You're awake," Kiba murmured, his voice lower now, husky with exhaustion but still thick with dominance. He stroked her cheek with surprising gentleness, his thumb smearing away the dried salt of her tears. "Good girl."
She tried to speak, but only a rasp slipped out. He leaned down, kissing her softly this time, his teeth grazing her swollen lips but not biting. She melted into it weakly, her body too spent to resist, too marked to deny him.
"You took everything," he whispered against her mouth. "Every thrust. Every load. Every mark. You're mine, Kushina. No one will ever take you from me."
Her eyes glazed again, heat flickering faintly in her belly despite the exhaustion. She whimpered when his hand trailed down her stomach, over her bruised hips, between her thighs. Her cunt was raw, swollen, soaked with the mix of their releases, but when his fingers brushed her folds, she still clenched weakly, her body betraying her once more.
Kiba smirked, shaking his head. "Unbelievable. Wrecked, ruined, and you're still hungry." His cock twitched, already hardening again, heavy against his thigh. "Good thing I'm not done either."
He slid between her legs, nudging her thighs apart with his weight. Kushina whimpered, her hands twitching against the sheets, but she didn't fight. She couldn't. She didn't want to. She just spread wider, surrendering as his cock pressed against her entrance once more.
This time, Kiba was slower. He slid into her inch by inch, savoring the way her swollen pussy stretched around him, the way her walls fluttered weakly, clinging to him despite the abuse. She gasped, her back arching faintly, her nails dragging across his shoulders as he filled her again.
"Shh," he murmured, kissing her throat, licking the bruises he'd left. "No more screaming. No more fighting. Just take me, nice and slow."
His thrusts were deep, deliberate, grinding against her overstimulated walls. Each stroke made her moan, broken and soft, her body shuddering beneath him. He held her close, chest to chest, kissing her neck, her lips, her forehead, even as his cock moved with steady, possessive rhythm.
"You're mine," he whispered with every thrust, the words searing into her skin like another mark. "My bitch. My mate. Mine."
Her tears slipped down her cheeks again, not from pain this time, but from the overwhelming flood of sensation—his cock filling her, his lips gentling her, his hands cradling her body even as he fucked her. She clung to him, her nails digging shallowly into his back, her voice breaking on a single word.
"Kiba…"
He groaned at the sound, his hips grinding harder, his cock pulsing inside her. Her climax came slow, rolling through her exhausted body like a wave, her walls fluttering weakly around him. She sobbed into his mouth as he kissed her, her orgasm pulling him over the edge.
Kiba thrust deep one last time, holding himself buried as his cock spilled again, his release hot and heavy, mixing with the flood already inside her. He growled against her lips, his body trembling, his teeth biting softly at her bottom lip as he owned her one final time.
When it ended, he stayed inside her, his arms locked tight around her trembling body. He kissed her forehead, softer now, his breath ragged. "That's it. That's all of it. You're mine, Kushina. Always."
She collapsed against him, limp and wrecked, her lips parting in a faint, delirious smile. For the first time all night, her body was still.
The dawn light washed over them, the night's frenzy fading into quiet. Kiba held her close, cock still buried inside, his scent and his seed marking her as his in every possible way. He closed his eyes, nuzzling into her hair, his voice a final, low growl.
"Sleep. When you wake… I'll still be here. You'll still be mine."
The End.