chapter 38

That was when Hana realized something very strange, that she had already broken a sweat, despite having not went through even a quarter of her work out. Her heart rate had jumped much higher than it should have…

It wasn't poison; it didn't smell like it, too obvious and unwieldy. Her dogs were more adept at tracking, and pointed in Naruto's direction with their snouts.

Hana, still with a haze, screwed up her resolution and shambled towards him. He inevitably noticed, tensing slightly, yet not enough that he exactly knew what was going on. Hana would have caught onto these small signs if it hadn't been for the fact she was out of it at the moment. Suddenly, she had a fair idea of how it felt after too many cups of sake.

Naruto watched nervously as Kizu-chan's older sister stalked slowly towards him, swaying slightly. Her eyes, while still alert, had dulled slightly and she was sniffing at the air as she approached. Meanwhile, her dogs prowled in the background, watching with slight interest. Her heart pounded in her ears and the burning in her body rose.

Naruto meanwhile was not having much luck on his side of the exchange; the sudden exposure of flesh was arousing enough, but he slowly began noticing several attractive things from Hana as she came closer into focus. The slight sweaty sheen of her skin gave off a certain unexplainable appeal, and the slackened face and blushing cheeks were all too comparable to Hinata, Sasami and Kizu, especially Kizu. She looked like she was prowling towards him.

Finally, she reached him and sank to her knees so as to gaze into his blue eyes. She leaned in and he was able to feel her panting as she loomed oppressively. She near slammed her hands on the trunk on either side of his head, caging him in. He squeaked, but it was not only fear he felt as the heat of her proximity suffused his personal space.

She took a few steady breaths to calm herself, and attempted to follow through with her original… intention? What was that again? The walk over had managed to make her lose her train of thought and now she found herself stumbling over what to say.

"Y-you… smell something?" She started with the obvious one; that musk was thick and heavy now, really really heavy.

"U-uh, I-I-"

"You…smell weird…it's intoxicating." The added husk to her voice made Naruto's pants perk up even more. Hana at this point managed to put two and two together that Naruto was source of that delicious smell. She leaned in, sniffing at the aroma that penetrated her mind so easily; Naruto simply tried to stay as far away as he could, shuffling up against the bark of the tree, but was blocked by her toned forearms.

Hana kept following it down, her free hand moving down from his face. His chest was next…closer. His stomach was next, closer. His crotch… she took in that deep scent. It was there…

Naruto yelped as Hana immediately pulled down his pants, exposing his rock hard erection to the Kunoichi. It actually swung up and slapped her in the nose. Hana would have reacted, yet it was obvious how entranced she was by the thick musk wafting off the dick that she didn't really care.

"Aha…so that's where it was coming from…" Hana commented. A degree of satisfaction was present, yet it was obvious she still wasn't thinking straight. For a second she was confused on what to do next; she had completed her original intention, right? Find out where the smell was?

She simply slumped there, her nostrils working unconsciously, taking in the scent as she tried to work out what to do. Her mind failed her, not being able to work properly; all that was left was her instincts. Her Inuzuka-trained mind slotting into the familiar bestial nature…she listed herself off of Naruto's cock and stared at him again.

"Uh…H-Hana-ch-MRRRGP?!" Naruto found a pair of lips pressed against his own, cutting off his question with a muffled squawk that melted into a groan; with Hinata, it had been heated with passion, this kiss was burning with need. Hana herself was completely surrendering to what her body and instinct wanted, her logical mind taking a backseat, drugged up on that scent that stopped all protest and restraint.