"No! You can't go home you little slave baka! If I want you to slave away for me all damn night, you will do so! Understand slave?"
"Yes Goddess..." He looks down to the floor, holding back his frustration.
"I need to look through some medical books right now. I could just move to the living room, but the lighting in here is much better. This damn kitchen stool however is pretty damn uncomfortable so Imma need your help with that!"
"H...how may I help Goddess?"
"Oh you're going to love this one slave! Here!" She points to the stool. "Place the back of your head right here, I'm giving you the honor of me using your face as my ass cushion!"
"Y...you mean....my face will be?"
"Burried deep in my butt? That's right loser! Aren't you lucky?"
"Yes Goddess, thank you very much!" Naruto moves over with his back against the stool. He places the back of his head against the hard material and has to angle his body awkwardly. He's definitely not comfortable what so ever in this position. But it all feels worth it when Sakura's divine backside appears above his face.
"Kiss my butt and thank me for this great opportunity!"
Naruto doesn't hesitate for a second. *Kiss* "Thank you for granting me this great honor Goddess!"
"Hahahah you are so pathetic Naruto! You must really want that date huh?" Before he can asnwer Sakura's plump ass descends down on his face, covering it completely. She also relaxes her legs on top of his legs, making it even more uncomfortable and difficult to remain in his position.
His arms hangs to the sides of the stool akwardly, he isn't sure what to do other than remain still. A small fragrance of sweat and something else makes it's way into his nostrils. He guess it can't be avoided with his nose so deep in between her cheeks. The truth is that he gets even more exited by the musky smell.
Sakura doesn't even seem to acknowledge him anymore. She keeps using him as nothing but an object for a long time.
Finally she gets up and looks down at him.
"How are you enjoying it so far slave?"
"It....it's great Goddess" He answers out of breath.
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