Chapter 14:
The Hokage's office was dimly lit, moonlight seeping through the windowpanes and washing the room in silver hues. A quiet hush settled over the late-night strategy eting. Maps were rolled open across Tsunade's desk, surrounded by a half-circle of shinobi captains seated respectfully in front of her.
Tsunade, wearing her formal green robe—though beneath it, she wore little else—kept her expression unreadable.
Across from her sat Shikamaru, Yamato, and two ANBU commanders. To her right, Shizune silently handed out scrolls, her eyes calm but flickering with anticipation.
Because only Shizune knew what was happening under that desk.
Tsunade shifted slightly in her chair, trying to maintain composure. Beneath the large oak table, hidden by its heavy cloth drape, Daiki knelt between her legs—mouth and fingers very busy.
He worked skillfully, tongue swirling around her folds, fingers stroking her sensitive spot with precision. Tsunade gripped the edge of the desk with one hand and tapped the map with the other, voice perfectly steady.
"The patrols will move through the forest border at dawn. Shikamaru, I need your team in position by—ahh..."
A sudden jolt of pleasure surged up her spine, but she masked it with a light cough.
Shikamaru raised an eyebrow. "Everything alright, Lady Hokage?"
"Perfectly fine," Tsunade replied with a tight smile. "Just... throat's a bit dry."
Shizune's lips twitched with the faintest smirk. She knelt beside the commanders and unrolled another scroll.
Daiki's tongue found just the right rhythm. He knew her too well by now—how to keep her on the edge without making her co too fast. She glanced toward Shizune, who t her gaze knowingly.
Tsunade let her knees fall just a bit wider.
Below the desk, Daiki's cock was rock hard, rubbing against his thigh as he licked harder. He could feel the heat radiating from her, her soft moans vibrating through her tense thighs. With one hand, he slipped a finger inside her, curling it with a practiced motion.
Tsunade's jaw clenched.
Shikamaru droned on. "If we ti it right, the Cloud forces will hit our traps—"
"Oh, yes," Tsunade gasped suddenly.
Every head turned.
"Uh—yes, continue," she said quickly, face flushed. "Excellent strategy."
Shikamaru blinked. "Thanks... I think."
Shizune nearly lost it.
Tsunade's body trembled as Daiki's mouth moved faster, harder. He knew she was close. Her thighs clamped around his head, but he didn't stop. He wanted to taste her co.
And she did.
Her whole body shuddered, breath caught in her throat, hips grinding against his mouth as the orgasm crashed over her like a wave. Sohow, she kept her face calm—only the tightening grip on the desk gave her away.
Under the table, Daiki licked her clean with reverence.
"Alright," she said, standing slowly. "That's enough for tonight. eting adjourned."
The shinobi filed out, oblivious—except for Shizune, who lingered as the door shut.
Tsunade exhaled and looked down. "Daiki."
He crawled out from under the table, face glistening, eyes wild with need. Before he could speak, she grabbed his hair and pulled him into a deep, rough kiss—tasting herself on his lips.
"You made co in front of half the command," she whispered.
"Would you punish for that?" he asked, already unfastening his pants.
"No," she said, voice husky. "I'm going to ride you for that."
She shoved the chair back, pushed him down into it, and climbed onto his lap. His cock slipped inside her with one wet, eager thrust, and she moaned into his mouth. Her hips began to move—slow and heavy—each drop sending him deeper inside.
Shizune stepped closer, watching, then reached under her own skirt, touching herself as Tsunade fucked Daiki right in the Hokage chair.
Their breaths filled the office, skin slapping, Tsunade's moans growing louder.
Shizune knelt beside them, licking Tsunade's breast, sucking gently as she rubbed herself faster.
Tsunade looked down at her, gasping. "Touch him."
Shizune obeyed, wrapping a hand around Daiki's balls, squeezing them lightly, her tongue flicking Tsunade's nipple.
Daiki groaned, body tense, right on the edge.
Tsunade slamd down one last ti and ca with a sharp cry, clenching around him as his cock pulsed deep inside her, releasing a thick load that filled her to the brim.
They collapsed together, sticky and panting, Shizune resting her head against Tsunade's thigh.
The office was a ss—papers on the floor, chair askew, maps soaked with sweat.
Tsunade smiled lazily. "That was a good eting."
Shizune chuckled. "Very... productive."
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