That's my child! (Chapter 1)
A tale of love and betrayal.
The wind howled, the waves offshore brought in the dense night fog. The moon's light shone dimly through the haze, a dilapidated rainbow forming a nearly perfect circle around the pale hue of the moon.
Orochimaru crept into the leaf village, undetected. He snarled with desire, how he missed her flesh. His loins became engorged with the fertile desires of temptation. A close call, as he ducks into the shadows, an ANBU walks by completely unaware. Her house reflected in his eyes, the candle was lit. He wasn't home.
Slithering in through the window, she clasped him by the arm and whispered into his ear, "Oh, my dearest Orochimaru, how I've missed you."
Orochimaru gazed into her eyes, his tongue protruding with desire, "Sss, do not fret, my dearest Kurenai. For we will bed tonight, this marvelous night."
"Oh, how I've longed for you to hold me again. The woe I felt, shall disembark this fateful night. Take me, Orochimaru, take me." She wiped a tear of glee, as it left a moist streak down her cheek.
And he took her, he took her to the fields of pleasure, the wooden bed frame creaked like a maple under a strong breeze. The wall clapped, as the bed collided into it's timbers. A roar of delicate lust escaped into the lonely halls.
Fire soon burned in her belly, as he erupted like Mt. Myobokuzan (if it were a volcano anyway). Her voluptuous bosom, like an egg in his hand. Soon he collapsed atop of her, panting viciously, like a dog who finally caught his prey.
"Orochimaru, I'm sorry, but you cannot stay the night, for I'm expecting Asuma to return." She almost wept it, bitter in her current relationship with Asuma.
"Asuma can die by my hand then, for I will do anything for my love for you. Your seed will soon blossom into my glorious child, and nobody can take that from me." Orochimaru recoiled in a hurt, yet tender tone.
"I can't betray my village like that though. I love it almost as much as I love you." She could barely compare her love, but she was scared to leave her current life.
Orochimaru knew this, and let it slide, "Don't worry darling, nothing will become of Asuma ... yet. Make him believe this child is his own." He snarled at the thought of this act, "Yet make no mistake, the time will come where your child is in threat of becoming a bastard. Then, you will come to me."
And so, Orochimaru departed into the night.
What would become of his child? What would become of Asuma? Will Orochimaru and Kurenai ever be able to openly love one another? Stay tuned until next time kiddos.
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A tale of love and betrayal.
The wind howled, the waves offshore brought in the dense night fog. The moon's light shone dimly through the haze, a dilapidated rainbow forming a nearly perfect circle around the pale hue of the moon.
Orochimaru crept into the leaf village, undetected. He snarled with desire, how he missed her flesh. His loins became engorged with the fertile desires of temptation. A close call, as he ducks into the shadows, an ANBU walks by completely unaware. Her house reflected in his eyes, the candle was lit. He wasn't home.
Slithering in through the window, she clasped him by the arm and whispered into his ear, "Oh, my dearest Orochimaru, how I've missed you."
Orochimaru gazed into her eyes, his tongue protruding with desire, "Sss, do not fret, my dearest Kurenai. For we will bed tonight, this marvelous night."
"Oh, how I've longed for you to hold me again. The woe I felt, shall disembark this fateful night. Take me, Orochimaru, take me." She wiped a tear of glee, as it left a moist streak down her cheek.
And he took her, he took her to the fields of pleasure, the wooden bed frame creaked like a maple under a strong breeze. The wall clapped, as the bed collided into it's timbers. A roar of delicate lust escaped into the lonely halls.
Fire soon burned in her belly, as he erupted like Mt. Myobokuzan (if it were a volcano anyway). Her voluptuous bosom, like an egg in his hand. Soon he collapsed atop of her, panting viciously, like a dog who finally caught his prey.
"Orochimaru, I'm sorry, but you cannot stay the night, for I'm expecting Asuma to return." She almost wept it, bitter in her current relationship with Asuma.
"Asuma can die by my hand then, for I will do anything for my love for you. Your seed will soon blossom into my glorious child, and nobody can take that from me." Orochimaru recoiled in a hurt, yet tender tone.
"I can't betray my village like that though. I love it almost as much as I love you." She could barely compare her love, but she was scared to leave her current life.
Orochimaru knew this, and let it slide, "Don't worry darling, nothing will become of Asuma ... yet. Make him believe this child is his own." He snarled at the thought of this act, "Yet make no mistake, the time will come where your child is in threat of becoming a bastard. Then, you will come to me."
And so, Orochimaru departed into the night.
What would become of his child? What would become of Asuma? Will Orochimaru and Kurenai ever be able to openly love one another? Stay tuned until next time kiddos.
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