Filthy Gamer in Narutoverse: 236

Title: Coiled Snake Over a Drake (1) (R18)

‘Oh, Cinnamon will be pissed if she finds out she isn’t the baddest snake around.’ Since Kai spread the information about the difference between him and his clone based on Cinnamon’s existence around his wrist, he left her in his clone’s care with the rest of his team. It’s simple macro manipulation—things politicians do for their breakfast.

It’s not hard to imagine why Orochimaru’s garments are soaking wet under her lab coat. She probably spent the night in this laboratory sorting out all the theories she hypothesized with and without his help. She can use her clones, but like any other Shinobi, now Kunoichi, she has her pleasures—and sorting out research is one such subject.

But Kai is starting to believe Orochimaru has quite other venues of pleasures left unchecked ever since she changed for the, er, better? If not physically, then mentally so. Her dark, cut-sleeved top sticks to her torso, the color of the fabric fading a bit into the color of her pale skin, especially around the poking tips of her bust, leading to creased-up, loose trousers reaching the length of her ankles.

Orochimaru wordlessly turns around to hang her coat over the chair before brushing her dark lock behind her ear, muttering, “Let’s use the resting chambers to plant the seal.” She states lightly, glancing at him with her gimlet, slitted eyes. A thin smile forms over her lips as she wags her brows while crossing him, “Come on.”

Kai turns to look at Orochi’s retreating back, noticing how her hair sticks to her damp neck and shoulders.

‘Doesn’t it feel annoying?’ He wonders as he follows her, letting his mind run errand thoughts instead of losing himself to her positively captivating gait.

He shakes his head but is still drawn to the woman as they return to Orochimaru’s resting chamber. It’s another cavernous space, smaller than the laboratory and barely equipped with any lamps. The lack of adequate light does not irritate the duo’s vision as Orochimaru sits on the edge of a single mattress bed, her hands reach up to tie her hair into a bun on the upper portion of her head as Kai notes a distinct sigh of relief escapes the Snake Sannin.

‘So, it IS annoying,’ he muses. He’s never been into long hair, but the thing about Orochimaru is that she had long hair before becoming a bonafide woman.

“So, Mr. Mysterious Uchiha Clan Fuin Master, do I need to lie down?” Orochimaru smirks.

“You heard about the seal?” Kai questions as she shrugs, “Okami wanted my assistance in planning a breeding program for Cerberus to incorporate its genetic gifts into Inuzuka Clan’s Ninkens. By the way, that woman has quite a sharp nose.”

“Tell me about it,” Kai scoffs. “Her nose is the sole reason I can’t be near her when I feel pent-up.”

Orochi nods while eyeing him.

“So? Should I lie down?” She repeats her question.

“Depends on where you want the seal.”

“Hmm.” Orochimaru narrows her hazily glowing eyes as she slips her arms out of her top and tugs it down onto her torso, freeing her very naked, damp breasts in the process before lying on the mattress, adjusting her head on the pillow by the end of as she states candidly, “Below my collarbones.”

“Why can’t your clone do it?” Kai huffs slightly, more than eager to take the next step but paradoxically feeling hesitant about it. His boner already has an answer of its own. But Kai rarely lets his boner do the talking for him.

“Why can’t you do it?” Orochimaru smiles back as she feels Kai’s gaze on her breasts naturally balancing back, spreading and flattening slightly as if two packets of milk—

“Did you do something to your body?” Kai blinks, his lips slightly gaping as he looks at a distinctive fluid sliding out from the region near the tip of her poking, pale-pink nipples.

“Me?” Orochimaru breathes huskily, shifting her weight. “Nothing—” she whispers, “—too drastic.”

Kai closes his eyes to recompose himself. Failing that, he sighs deeply and questions, “My purity is in danger, right?”

Orochimaru scoffs at that, “Purity? Yours? The implications of your recent actions considered ‘pure’ sends a chill down my spine.”

Kai snorts in return while wondering what he should do.

There’s really no emotional attachment when it comes to Orochimaru when compared to Mikoto, Tsunade, and Kushina. So, Kai cannot help but feel there is an essential aspect to things he is missing out on, something he cannot stand to endure.

As they say—if you do it, do so right!

He can feel her staring in his direction, waiting for his decision. The ball is in his court.

He can envision their relationship branching down a more casual path, and while tantalizing in its own way, it removes Kai’s interest. If he wanted ‘casual,’ he would never desire a Harem—it’s the opposite. And in light of this, Kai notes that if he is only eager for some action, he can always turn to Mikoto and Kushina. So why would he lust after the freakish Snake Sannin?

Kai looks up to stare at her. There she lay, defenseless, exposed, and eager. Her thighs and knees rub together openly as she awaits a positive response—quite the telling confidence in her slitted pupils. Breaking that confidence by rejecting her will be a delight, but only dumbfucks ruin their chances like so. And Kai believes he isn’t a dumbfuck, not a stellar, ramen-loving kind, at least.

“Scared?” Orochimaru licks her lips, eyes glowing with joy as if she finds her current dilemma more than exciting.

‘That’s it,’ Kai’s gaze brightens. He realizes what’s missing.

Romance? With Orochimaru?

Fuck that!

The primal urge to break the woman until she is a babbling mess has never graced Kai more than it does at the moment!

Orochimaru has poked him more than enough times in various manners, testing his limits at times with the odd ways she would bend or look at him, and her eyes are particularly eye-catching—her annoyingly smug gaze. And it only hurt his balls further to keep it in since she’s been a willing party since long ago.

She doesn’t have Tsunade’s hesitation, Kushina’s constant urges, Mikoto’s self-reflection and caution against power, Nono’s casual but crucial support for him, and Tsume’s blind reverence for him! The woman on the bed is despicable, as immoral as him—if not more—willing to bind herself to her IF he performs well. The challenge is written clearly on her face. Shinobi-kind can use a lot of good things to make sexual experiences noteworthy, so that’s not what Orochimaru is looking for. Orochimaru would instead turn to her clones with an added appendage than him if she wants a good fuck—Kai has no delusions.

Orochimaru snickers when she notices the increasing resolve in the youth’s gaze. “Can you do it?” She questions.

Everything is a challenge for her. And in her long journey of growth and learning, only Kai has left her in the dust.

So, she breathes hotly. Her hand nears her moist snatch waiting for Kai to stretch and ram in the way it deserves as she questions, “Can you really complete what I want?”

They are close.

Painfully so.

Orochimaru senses the nature of Kai’s body shifting. His skin darkens and hardens, claws cover his hands, his pale-yellow eyes glow hazily like hers, and his pitch-black hair grows wildly, turning a shade lighter to blue-grey.

“I can,” Kai grunts roughly. He can do what she’s tried to achieve for years.

“Hmm,” Orochimaru groans under her breath, crossing her legs and stretching them ahead as she squeezes against her entrance. The more she looks at him, the more she smells him— Orochimaru finds herself entrapped by his existence. He can do everything she can and more. His strength possibly surpassed her once he became a Dragon, and his plans exceeded her imagination.

It’s true.

Orochimaru cares little about sexual entanglements. She can create toys for her needs if not clones using said toys. What she desires from Kai—what she wants from their affiliation is—

“I don’t like mixing pleasure with business,” Kai whispers against her lips. When he drew toward her eyes and lips was something he didn’t know—and frankly, he didn’t care for it. Instead, his slitted pupils match her gaze as he snarls softly, “So try some other weak bitch if you think you’re all that hot shit.”

Orochimaru blinks but doesn’t lose her smile as she replies. “Who cares about that?”

Her right-hand reaches to brush his rough, bristled hair, demanding, “I know a greedy person when I see one, and you surpass the individual I meet in front of a mirror by a large margin.”

He narrows his eyes. Oh, he wants Orochimaru. What was that?

You say she was he?

And?

But he must demand something in return. He has to, or it’s a losing deal if it even continues as a deal later on.

“You’re going to take me out,” Kai whispers as he holds Orochimaru’s hand, making her blink in surprise as he leans forward to hungrily devour her parted lips. His rough and long tongue doesn’t compromise with Orochimaru’s eldritch, serpentine tongue as they wrestle for control inside each other’s mouth in the brief period before the [A Shinobi’s Kiss] wins the match for him.

It only helps him when he tangents into an impulsive creation due to the lack of any other skill to focus.

[A Shinobi’s Fiery Kiss (1/1)]

Orochimaru’s pale cheeks flush ever so slightly due to the rush of excitement as Kai continues, instilling Senjutsu to stimulate her senses and tongue to their peak before adding the fire-nature release.

[Sage’s Enlightening Kiss (1/1)]

[Sage’s Fiery Passion Kiss (1/1)]

“Hnaaahhh~?” Orochimaru sounds disbelieving by the end of the cute moan she lets out as Kai pulls back, explaining things. “And you’re going to cater to my whims as I do for Mikoto and the rest.” His slitted orbs glowing more intensely by the second, his smile as eager as Kushina’s when demanding the stupidest things that are sure to annoy him. “Once per week. And it has to be your original.”

Orochimaru stares at him until the sensation of his hand kneading her breasts snap her out. A thin squirt of milky substance escapes her nipples as he narrows his eyes, “And did I say I’m going to keep you for myself?”

“Your choices in toys are dangerous,” Orochimaru recollects herself, narrowing her eyes but not backing down from the challenge.

He throws her words back from before.

“Who’s stopping you from leaving?”

Orochimaru works her jaws as he brings one sharp nail to his tunic before dragging the sharp claw down to slice the fabric from the middle, exposing his buffed body in the sage transformation.

Her eyes linger on his body for a while before she smirks coldly, “Do your worst. But don’t expect a snake to change her scales with a few dates.”

“Who’s taking you out?” Kai snickers, tearing prying his torn top away. “So, I should be saying don’t expect a Dragon to care for a snake. It’s not in their nature to entertain the lower beings.”

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Alternate Title: There’s a New Snake in Town; Complicated Sexuality; Orochimaru is a Storm That Approaches; Kai Adopting Kushina’s Strategy; If it Worked For Kushina, It’s Going to Work for Kai; Two Forces at Play; For Power; For Future Knowledge; A Drake That Surpassed Her; Ah Yes, My Dress-Up Husbando at its Finest; Orochimaru Falling for the Trap; The Snared Snake; Dragons Do Be Breeding Every Other Species In Xanxia; Leveling Sexual Skills; Orochimaru’s The New Toy; Kai’s Gonna Break Into The New Toy; As Immoral as Him; The Understanding Duo; Willing Parties; Who is Stopping Both of Them From Leaving?; Desire and Hesitation; A Line Crossed; Creepy Tongue Play?; Orochimaru Taking on the Highest Level Kai; The Little Dragon Peeks; Trying To Not Be A Dumbfuck