Dimly lit training hall.
For training in the art of lovemaking, the kunoichi had shed her garments, her skin pressed against the male ninja's as he embraced her from behind.
The curves of her back and waist moulded against his, the absence of cloth allowing heat and breath to spread inescapably across her entire body.
“Calm down... relax.”

The kunoichi murmured softly, subtly shifting her hips.
The tight pressure she felt against her back.
Between her thighs, his already erect shaft was pressed against her in a dry hump position. The pressure transmitted through her thighs came with a faint, slippery sensation, slowly permeating her entire body.
“This too is part of the art of lovemaking... synchronize your breathing.”
She swayed her body slightly in rhythm with the whisper. The teasing closeness intertwined their breaths and body heat, while the pressure of the shaft pushing against the soft flesh of her thighs created a sweet tension beyond mere training.
The kunoichi, too, tried to maintain her composure, yet deep within her heart, she felt a faint flutter.
“...Only you elicit this kind of reaction.”
His breath brushed her ear, the heat and warmth against her back, and the faint slippery sensation at her waist mingled her rationality as a trained warrior with a tiny spark of emotion.

In that instant, semen erupted from the man's cherry-like, taut glans, propelled by the force of the pressure.
The warmth of the liquid spread between their tightly pressed bodies, causing the kunoichi's shoulders to tremble slightly.
Only their ragged breaths and each other's body heat echoed through the training hall.
The teasing closeness and the pressure across her hips—the training in the art of lovemaking had become a sweetly stimulating time for both of them.
Eric Avila
2025-10-20 10:34:14 +0000 UTC