Hana's head craned back when Tashi grabbed her hair, her mouth opening with a pleasant gasp that turned into a smile. Her shorts fell down around her ankles as Tashi stripped her of her armor- she spread her legs as he touched her, as he rubbed his hard manhood between her thighs and growled in her ear. His words only made her smile with half-closed eyes ,"Nnnever." She cooed as he plunged inside of her, "~Ah."<br/><br/>When he bent her over, the kunoichi couldn't help but moan with each thrust, "Anh! Nnh.. Mmm!" her body rocked with each thrust as she stared into the deep well, her mouth agape and her tongue hanging out. She was a petite thing, though he had little doubt that she was no stranger to... well, strangers. With each deep thrust between her womanly folds, she clenched... almost combatively. Eventually he found that she was rutting against him. With her arms pinned at the small of her back, it was the least she could do. Some Hyuuga were so proficient with their chakra network that they could throw a 'punch' from any point in their body. Tashi had a feeling she was as skilled in manipulating her own body as she had been with his...<br/><br/>Hana Hyuuga hardly seemed to be in any hurry to release Tashi from his predicament. There was no way of knowing even if she<em>could</em>release it, or what sort of perverted technique it was at all. He felt like he was on the brink of cumming before when he was chasing her, now he was fucking her and it had become even worse! Her tight pussy had felt so good, and he could keep going, until his balls were wet with her pleasure and the tip of his manhood pressed against the opening of her cervix. She continued to let out a hearty moan as her pussy squeezed tight against his cock.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Between the Land of Rivers and Wind there was a small inn within the village of Kyuutakimura. Right inbetween the two nations, the Everlasting Inn was situated scenically at the end of a long road. On the first floor, a man sat with his legs up on the table drinking sake in the dining area.<br/><br/>He was nearing forty by all appearances, tall, with long legs and a slender figure- around the back of his chair, his coat hung with the kanji '萌え' stylistically emblazoned on his back. He wore a fishnet shirt exposing his lithe muscles, hakama trousers and geta sandals that weighed upon the table as the man reclined. On his belt, he wore a short wakizashi- beside him, leaning against the table- a katana.<br/><br/>Sitting beside him was a young woman, in a black and white robe with long sleeves, short skirt, and likewise a sheathed katana leaning against the table. Hers was almost half again as large as his, however. The one on her hip was oversized as well.<br/><br/>Bontenmaru's hair was short and brown, with a stubble and mustashe- an eyepatch over his right eye, the other blue- and scars over much of his body. Hitomi's azure hair was long, her eyes gleaming green and her figure both womanly and strong. Aside from their physical differences, the two had much in common- in demeanor and attire both.<br/><br/>Their drink was interrupted when a woman sat down at their table, rousing both of their attention. She was blonde, with hair over one eye and a mask covering her cheeks, chin and forehead. She wore a poncho that revealed her bare midriff, pants that hung on her waist under a piece of leather resembling underwear. Her trousers also exposed her thighs and a considerable amount of ass, which brought Bontenmaru's feet off the table easily enough so he could get a better view.<br/><br/>He nodded to Hitomi before speaking, a signal she knew all too well. Whether this woman was a potential client or just someone interesting- Bontenmaru always replied upon Hitomi's insight before making any sort of suggestion. In the case of the former, he could haggle a mean price with her subtle ques and gestures, and he trusted her to take over the negotiations whenever she saw an opportunity in their thoughts. In the case of the latter... well, the mercenary swordsman would no doubt have lived a much lonelier life without his apprentice. It wasn't until she was old enough to realize her own lusts that she made use of that ability for her own benefit...<br/><br/>"Sake?" He asked the strange woman.<br/><br/>"No thank you." She said, brushing her hair back and leaning on the table. She was beautiful, almost unnaturally so- hair flowing and golden, with stunning violet eyes and a gorgeous toned body. Her bosom rested on the table as she leaned forward. When Hitomi reached out to her... she felt nothing.<br/><br/>Most of their clients or prospective 'girlfriends' were not shinobi themselves- their minds easily opened up to Hitomi. When they did have some mental guards, however- she could tell when her efforts were wasted. But not this one, it was like this woman didn't have a mind at all.<br/><br/>"You look like travellers." The woman said, turning her head from Bontenmaru to Hitomi, "Perhaps you could help me."<br/><br/>Before he replied, Hitomi's mentor shot a glance her way for some sort of que as to her intentions... There was no pre-arranged signal for this sort of situation, but Hitomi was always considered an equal in their discussions.