She Enigma Fault Til Amigara

Love the soft, curious moments of them sharing about their own cultures, biology, etc. I do think Rocky would have a field day when Grace explains skin as a very sensitive and permeable organ with lots of stuff packed tight on the surface. Since goosebumps are very tactile, I thought Rocky would enjoy hearing those.

Also, bonus.

TW violence, TW dubcon, TW explicit

Synopsis: The heir to a clan of massive warrior women has come to Konoha to discuss peace talks between her village and theirs. Rock Lee and his team has the privilege of escorting her and keeping her out of trouble-- but will he be able to keep out of trouble himself? Of course not, it's Lee we're talking about.

Tags include: giant tigress amazons, size difference, matriarchy but make it kinky, love at first punch, snu snu village, neji lives, Rock Lee is a masochist, Rock Lee is a sub, Rock Lee gets his ass handed to him and promptly falls in love, male lactation, malewife, vague dubcon, sexual awakening, gender shit, dacryphilia, weight gain means healing, vague eugenics but like don't worry about it. all of naruto is eugenics

“He did WHAT?” Kakashi stares in disbelief at the equally shellshocked Neji. “Of all the boneheaded, brainless, irresponsible–”

“I tried to tell him, sir. You know how he is.”

“All too well,” Kakashi sighs, thinking of his hot-headed, youthful husband, Lee’s spitting image and guiding light. “Is there anything we can do? Any loophole, or…?”

“I can try talking to Yona-san, but… to be frank, Lord Sixth… that woman concerns me. Deeply. She tossed Lee around like a ragdoll. And she seems dead set on taking him with her when she leaves.” 

Kakashi stands up from his desk and moves to stare out of the Hokage office windows. This was almost the worst possible case scenario. And depending on how he handled it, it could turn into the number one worst. He did not want or need a monster rampaging inside the walls of the village, even if that monster was just one woman. He did not want a fight, he did not want property damage, and he absolutely did not want casualties. From Neji’s intel, it seemed more and more like taking her head on would result in all of the above. And on top of that, this little scuffle was entirely Lee’s own doing. This was his bed, now he got to lie in it. 

He sighs bitterly. Guy wasn’t even in the village right now to say goodbye. He wouldn’t return until after Yona was scheduled to leave. He couldn’t justify sending for him either. What a nightmare. 

“Just… do what you can. She’s here for a week, maybe she’ll change her mind. I’ll speak with her during the meeting tomorrow, as well. She’s at her inn, yes?” 

“Yes, sir.” 

“And Lee’s condition?”

“Stable, last I heard. Sakura took care of it personally. He’s lucky to be able to sleep it off.” 

“Understood. Keep him from doing anything else stupid.”

There’s a long pause as Neji debates the futility of that request. 

“Neji.”

“Yes, sir. I’ll keep him on a tight leash.” 

“Fine. Dismissed.” 

–

When Lee comes back to reality, he’s met with Sakura, Tenten, and the consequences of his actions. From the sunlight streaming in his window and the sleepless bags under Tenten’s eyes, it’s already the next morning. He keeps his eyes on his lap as Sakura checks his vitals, runs a stethoscope across his ribs, and does a few tests for nerve damage in his arm. 

“... Tenten told me what happened,” Sakura finally sighs, clicking on a flashlight to check his pupils. Lee’s cheeks heat up, and he opens his mouth to explain himself, but she shushes him. “Don’t. I don’t need a justification, Lee.”

“I do,” Tenten mutters, and Sakura shoots her a dirty look, before shaking her head in exasperation. 

“Look, if this lady is as fantastical as Tenten makes her out to be–” 

“NINE FEET, SAKURA!”

“–Then I almost get it.” Lee perks up at this a bit, but shrinks back as Sakura points an accusatory finger in his face. “Almost, Rock Lee. You need to take better care of yourself, and that includes picking your fights!” 

“Yes, ma’am,” Lee mumbles, barely audible and sheepish. 

“We’re not kids anymore,” Sakura sighs, putting the pen light back in her coat pocket and scribbling on her clipboard. “You can’t just get in brawls for the fun of it! Especially not with the giant lady you’re supposed to be guarding!” 

Lee takes his scolding with an unusual amount of grace, or what seemed like it on the surface. Inside, he was bubbling. All sorts of emotions in turmoil, tumbling over one another and tying his guts into knots. Heavy shame, roiling anger, chafing embarrassment, acrid frustration, smoldering resentment… but down, way down at the bottom, cold and stony and unmoving, was fear. Fear of what would happen next. The uncertainty of standing over a gaping maw, knowing your next step would take you into the void. 

He barely hears the rest of Sakura’s lecture, nodding and agreeing quietly when prompted. He had lost. He had not planned on losing, but he had lost anyway, and lost in spectacular fashion. Even if he had not conceded, if Neji and Tenten had not stepped in on his behalf, he would have died. Perhaps…

He doesn’t finish the thought. He doesn’t get an opportunity to. The door to his hospital room slides open, and Neji enters, the doorway behind him swallowed by Yona’s frame. Sakura’s mouth falls open– perhaps she’d thought Tenten was exaggerating. 

“Forgive the intrusion. Yona wanted to speak to Lee,” Neji says, before turning to Sakura. “Ah, Sakura, this is our charge, Torazawa Yona. Yona, this is the director of our hospital, Haruno Sakura.” 

Yona has to crouch to get through the door, and even afterwards she hunches to keep her head from hitting the ceiling. She gives a small bow, though it doesn’t do much other than bob her ponytail. “Pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

“Oh. Ah, um, yes, pleasure to meet you as well,” Sakura stammers, before clearing her throat. “Lee, you’ll be free to go by this afternoon, if observations continue to go well. I, ah, have some… other patients. Please excuse me.” 

And with that, she scurries out of the room, eyes still slightly wide. In Sakura’s wake, the room is quiet and awkward. Lee can’t bring himself to look at Yona, or at Neji or Tenten, for that matter. His eyes are squarely planted on his lap. Yona looks around the room for a moment, seemingly impressed by all of the medical technology, before settling into seiza at Lee’s bedside. Even sitting fully on her knees, she was nearly eye level with him. 

“... May I?” she asks, and the tenderness of her tone startles everyone in the room. Lee finally looks at her, and she gestures to his chest and arm in meaning. 

“Oh… yes, that would be fine.” Lee’s voice is still timid.

Yona gently prods at Lee’s stomach, fingers tracing over where only a day ago she’d laced his ribs with fractures. She gently turns over his arm in her hands, eyes scanning the heavily scarred skin, attentively checking for bruising or breaks. For someone so big, so gleefully malicious during their spar, the way she pored over his body was almost… delicate. It was intimate. Her massive hand comes up to his jaw, enveloping the side of his head as she checks him over, and his cheeks flush despite himself. 

Neji turns promptly towards the door. “I’m, ah, going to get some juice.” 

“I’m coming with you!” Tenten jumps up from her seat and trails after him quickly, her own cheeks a bit flushed. Lee watches them flee with a bit of betrayal in his eyes, before turning back to Yona. She’d also watched them go, giving Lee a look at her striking profile. As she turns back to him, her gold eyes glitter with mischief, and he can’t help but blush just a little deeper. 

“Seems we are alone,” she comments. 

“Seems we are.” Lee swallows audibly, and internally curses how loud the gulp is. 

“Your village has excellent healers. You barely have scratch,” she comments, settling back down and crossing her arms on the side of his bed. 

“Sakura-san is the best of the best…!” Lee gives a nervous giggle.

“... Do I make you nervous, cub?” Yona purrs, and Lee all but yelps, pulling his blanket a little further up his chest. 

“N-nervous? Why would you– why would I–?” He stammers, and she laughs again, filling the room even more. 

“You do not need to lie. I can see you sweating,” she teases, and he quickly wipes at his forehead, mussing his bangs. “Allow me to be more honest than you. I am glad you fought me, and I am glad you lost.” 

Lee’s eyes snap back over to hers, and his breath jumps at the expression on her face. Something between affection and admiration shimmered in her irises, tinged with that feline impishness and… something else. Something he couldn’t put his finger on. Whatever it was, it made him exponentially more nervous. 

“I… Yona-san, I must admit, I…” he starts, groping around for the right words. “I went into our fight… a bit unprepared.” 

Yona laughs again, loud enough that Lee’s momentarily worried the nurses will get annoyed with them. “Yes, that is how I see it, also.” 

“Well, I–I actually mean that… I am not entirely sure what happens next,” Lee admits.

“Ahh. You want explanation on ritual submission.” 

“... Something like that. What… exactly… is it, may I ask?” Lee worries at the edge of his blanket. 

“Sex,” Yona says bluntly, and blood rushes up to Lee’s face so fast he gets lightheaded. “Claiming of concubine, your submission to me. You are my wife now.” 

Lee short circuits for a moment, trying to process this. He realized what the thing he couldn’t recognize before was, now. Yona was looking at him with lust. The look on his face makes Yona laugh again, which only makes Lee more bashful, and he buries his face in his blanket. 

“Wait, p-please, Yona-san, I…I believe I may have misheard you, or–”

“You did not mishear, cheeky cub,” Yona teases, leaning her cheek in her hand. “You are my wife. We will have sex, and then you will come home with me.” 

This was so much to take in, all at once. Lee was beginning to understand why Neji had been so frantic before their spar– he must have figured this out and was trying to warn him. Why on earth did he not listen?! 

“Come home with you?! Back to your village?!” Lee squeaks, peeking out of the blanket. 

“You will make fine wife. I quite like you, you know,” Yona purrs, and her voice is just a bit more svelte than it normally was. Something about the velvety tone stirs something in Lee he hadn’t felt since he was a teenager. He presses his burning face back into the fabric, and Yona chuckles. “Shy cub, so timid. Are you virgin?” 

“Y-Yona-san!” Lee yelps. 

“Nothing to be ashamed of!” Yona grins, sharp teeth shining lasciviously. “Everyone has first time. I will be gentle with you.” 

“P-please, Yona-san, this is…” Lee gives a plaintive wheeze. All of his previous apprehension had evaporated, replaced entirely with sexual nerves and the heat of her stare. “I… I am unused to all of this…!”

“Oh?” Yona raises an eyebrow. “What are you unused to?”

Lee can’t bring himself to the words, spluttering, and Yona giggles again. 

“It cannot be you are unused to lust, cub,” she croons. “You are strapping, handsome. Strong fighter, virile, honorable; ideal wife. I am excited to bed you.” 

Lee short circuits again; this was a sort of blatant honesty even he was woefully unprepared for. 

He changes the subject. 

“I-I cannot leave Konoha! This is my home, m-my team–”

“You should not have challenged me, then.” Yona shrugs, sitting back and adjusting her ponytail so she doesn’t sit on it. “Were you unprepared for consequences? You wished to prove yourself. You proved yourself breeding stock.” 

Ahh, that word again. Breeding stock. He still didn’t really understand, but…it was beginning to dawn on him that this was, in fact, what he signed on for. Yona had asked him, Neji had asked him, Tenten had asked him, and in his arrogance, he had agreed. And now, he was honor bound to hold up his end of the bargain. 

He looks back at Yona, letting the blanket fall back to his lap. 

“... If I cannot do 1000 kicks, I will do 1000 squats,” he sighs. Yona tilts her head, and he shakes his. “Forgive me. What I mean is this– I said I would defeat you, and I did not. So… I will go with you. This is my ninja way.” 

Yona grins again, and leans up. Quickly, but tenderly, she captures his lips with hers, stunning him into rigid silence as she pulls away. 

“I am glad to have chosen you as my first wife. We will have long, happy life together, I think.” 

Lee flaps his mouth open and closed for a moment, and his attention is only pulled away at a commotion at the hospital door– Neji, Tenten, and Sakura had all leaned too far on one another as they peeked in on the two, and fallen over, knocking the door open. They scatter back into the hall, leaving Lee and Yona alone again; or, perhaps, for the first time. 

– 

Kakashi pinches the bridge of his nose for what must have been the fifth time that day. Anymore, and he’d get a bruise under his mask. Shizune shuffles nervously through the files in her hands, and Shikamaru stares blankly out of the Hokage office windows, the rings under his eyes heavy and dark. 

“And you’re sure.” 

“Absolutely positive,” Shikamaru sighs bitterly. “Horses mouth.” 

Kakashi closes the manila folder he was staring at and hands it back to Shikamaru, who tucks it under his arm. 

“So what do you think we should do about it?”

“... Perhaps Yona-san herself can enlighten us,” Kakashi shakes his head. “I’ll be meeting with her shortly, and she can shed some light on the situation.” 

Shizune’s brows twist. “I’m not sure asking her directly would be…?”

“From Neji’s report, it seems like Yona-san is an open book about the culture of her village.” Kakashi offers a hand for the file in her arms, and she quickly plucks it from the stack to hand off.

“She could always be lying,” Shikamaru offers. “You can’t always trust what looks like naked honesty.” 

“I had considered that,” Kakashi flicks to a certain page. “But our intelligence from the area around the forest matches what Neji reported, so far. It would be prudent to hear what she has to say, at the very least.”

“If you say so,” Shikamaru sighs. “Should I stay?”

“You’re apprenticing with Shizune, this could be an interesting learning experience.” 

“Fine by me.” 

Kakashi hands the files back to Shizune as there’s a knock at the door. 

“Lord Sixth, Torazawa Yona is here,” a chūnin calls. 

“Send her in,” Kakashi calls back. After a few moments, the window at the door darkens, and then Yona enters the room, stooping under the doorway but finding the office ceiling tall enough for her to stand upright in. She looks pleasantly surprised, and Shizune almost drops the files. 

Kakashi’s poker face holds as he stands to greet Yona. 

“Yona-san, thank you for meeting with us on such short notice. This is my advisor, Kato Shizune, and her apprentice, Nara Shikamaru.” 

Shikamaru and Shizune offer bows, and Yona reciprocates. 

“Shizune, Shikamaru. And Chief Hokage,” Yona thumps her chest. “Thank you for your hospitality. Very large, beautiful village.” 

“You’re very kind.” Kakashi sits back down at his desk. “Is there anything I can offer you before we begin?”

“Thank you for asking, but it may be best if we cut pleasantries, yes?” Yona settles into a seiza before his desk, coming down closer to his height. It was a surprising show of consideration– instead of looming over him, she was leveling with him. That was positive. 

Kakashi nods. “Agreed. To start with, I’d like to ask you a few things about your village– especially pertaining to the ‘initiation’ you spoke with Neji about. Would that be alright?”

“Ahh, you heard about cub,” Yona chuckles, amusement dancing beneath her lashes. “Yes, I will answer whatever questions you have.” 

“Excellent.” Shizune hands Kakashi a file, and he flips it open. “The initiation is a rite of passage, yes? A pseudo coming-of-age ritual?” 

“Yes. Men come from outside clan. Sometimes women. If they are of age, we bring them for initiation. Most end up breeding stock.” 

“Yes, and that word, breeding stock. Can you explain exactly what you mean by that?” 

Yona has to think for a moment about this one. 

“Adults in our clan, one of two types. Warrior or breeding stock. Warriors pick their wives. Breeding stock is picked. Not warriors, contribute in other ways. Farming, smithing, herding.” 

Shizune and Shikamaru exchange looks. 

“So, breeding stock isn’t…”

“No, it still is,” Shikamaru murmurs. “Can breeding stock leave?” 

Yona laughs. “Of course not? Only warriors can leave.” 

“Can breeding stock refuse to marry?”

Yona raises an eyebrow. “No?”

“Can breeding stock refuse to have children?” 

“Yes?”

That answer makes everyone in the room pause. 

“Huh?”

“If breeding stock does not want children, contribute in other ways.” Yona shrugs. 

“Then why call it breeding stock?” Shikamaru asks, bewildered. 

“Stock for breeding.” Yona squints, mumbling in her language. “Outside stock. Foreign blood.” 

“Can members of the Torazawa clan be breeding stock?” Shizune asks, confused. 

“Well… yes, but also no,” Yona grimaces. “Very few, usually men, if any. Women are strong, train well from young age, become warriors.” 

“May I ask something, Yona-san?” Kakashi cuts in. “Who is it your clan is fighting?” 

Yona laughs at this. “You. Outside clans. Foreigners.”

Kakashi waits for further explanation, but when none comes, he probes further. “I understand your village is hostile to anyone approaching your land– for both safety and reproduction, I assume?” Yona nods, so he continues. “When did this start? Do you happen to know how your clan ended up so… warlike?”

“Our ancestors came on long voyage through everlasting storm.”

Kakashi exchanges glances with Shikamaru and Shizune. The everlasting storm, a massive storm swirling across the equator of the planet. Kakashi knew that there were other continents on the other side of it– he recalled the report of Naruto’s encounter with a man named Temujin– but to hear of anyone making it through and surviving, especially long ago…

“Matriarchs landed in Land of Tea, we could not speak your language. People ran in fright. Attacked our ancestors. So we staked claim deep in forest, fought anyone who came close. Took their men.” Yona shrugs. “Is tradition, heritage. We are warriors, we protect our own.” 

This answered many questions at once. Kakashi sits back and worries at the chin of his mask, considering the information Yona’d provided.

“Yona-san.” Kakashi finally speaks after a long, tense moment. “Is your clan aware of the Fourth Shinobi World War?”

“Fourth Shinobi what?” It’s Yona’s turn to look bewildered. “There was war?”

“A few Octobers ago, did you happen to wake up from a particularly realistic and fulfilling dream? And everyone in your clan had similar dreams the same night?” 

Yona pauses to think, then exclaims in her language. 

“Yes, something like this happened! Very strange dreams. We thought omen for coming year… was this your war?”

“…Something like that.” Kakashi gives a long, strained sigh. “I suppose with your clan’s seclusion, the news of the war and its effects… would have gone unreported.”

There’s another pause while everyone considers this revelation. 

“Your clan’s techniques– they’re probably something similar in nature to ninjutsu, if you’ve been periodically taking ninja through generations to add to your genetic pool,” Shikamaru adds. “When was the last time your clan took shinobi into your ranks? Other than Lee.”

Yona thinks about it. “My great-grandfather?”

“It’s been that long?” Shizune looks shocked. 

“Shinobi usually die in initiation,” Yona clarifies. “It is most honorable death.” 

“You mean they fight to the death, rather than submit?” Kakashi asks, and Yona nods. 

“Most breeding stock is farmer, blacksmith, weaver. Wife-duties.” 

Kakashi flips open a manila folder to a report about civilians going missing on the road through the forest, piecing together an understanding of the history. Yona’s family landed generations ago– most likely just a family, rather than a clan at that point. The massive matriarchs speaking an unfamiliar language caused fear and chaos in nearby civilian populations, so the family retreated into the forest. Any early shinobi clans who attacked were defeated and the men were integrated into the family. When tentative peace was established, shinobi settled in villages and stopped coming close, so the clan would snag any unsuspecting civilian. The language barrier kept them in isolation for long enough to form their culture, and the isolation and seclusion kept them out of the shinobi world wars. But now, they were a big enough village that to sustain their population, they needed to take more and more men. Captured civilians wouldn’t bother trying to fight in the initiation, they would just surrender. But shinobi…

“Were the two squads of ANBU we sent to your village initiated?” Kakashi asks. 

“Yes. Captured and brought to village, initiated. Died at my hand.” 

The atmosphere goes chilly at this declaration. The ANBU in question weren’t just slaughtered by Yona’s warriors– they were restrained and brought before Yona, who cut them down herself. 

Kakashi sizes up Yona for a long while, before closing the folder and lacing his fingers over top of it. 

“Yona-san, I have one more question for you,” he says, his voice grave. “The tradition of taking men from outside your clan for breeding stock– how open would your clan be to changing this tradition?”

Yona scratches at her own chin. “Changing it? I wonder… would have to speak with Clan Head.”

“Your mother?” Shizune asks. Yona nods. 

“Would the Clan Head ever be willing to come to Ko–” Kakashi starts, but Yona’s laughter cuts him off. 

“Oh, no, no. Clan Head stays with Clan.” Yona crosses her arms. “I am proxy. I go out for her.” 

Kakashi nods. “For today, I think this meeting can come to a close,” he says, shocking Shikamaru, who begins to protest, but Kakashi holds up a hand to silence him. “Yona-san is here for six more days. Plenty of time to reconvene. I myself will have to speak with the council before we can continue, anyway. Thank you for your time, Yona-san. Please, continue to enjoy the village. But– if I may make a request?”

Yona smiles a bit, gold eyes sparking with mischievous understanding. “You do not want more initiations.”

“If you could be so kind.” Kakashi’s smile in return is weary. 

“I have my cub,” Yona laughs. “I will accept no more initiations, you have my word.” 

She closes a hand over her fist and gives a bow. 

“Your kindness is appreciated. You’re free to go– I will send for you again through Neji in the next few days.” 

Yona stands again, gives another bow, and leaves without another word. 

Shikamaru and Shizune both turn on Kakashi, talking over one another, once Yona’s footsteps disappear down the hall, but Kakashi waves them both off. 

“I understand you may not agree with–”

“She’s a liability,” Shikamaru insists. 

“She’s unhinged!” Shizune yelps. 

“She’s reasonable.” Kakashi rubs his temple with a few fingers. “When I asked her if her clan would be willing to change their tradition, the answer wasn’t an immediate no. She’s more perceptive than she seems– she knows that their village’s methods are unsustainable.” 

Shikamaru shakes his head. “I do not agree with allowing her to roam around the village.” 

“For right now, she’s the Hokage’s guest, and apart from the incident with Lee, she’s given us no reason to think she’s a direct threat to anyone in the village. She’s here on the pretense of peace, and I’d like to keep it that way.” 

“Lord Sixth, if she does decide to attack…?” Shizune asks. 

The first face Lee sees, right out of the hospital door, is Neji’s– brow furrowed and serious, as usual. 

“All cleared?”

“Sakura-san warned me in no uncertain terms that I am forbidden from challenging anyone to a spar for at least a week, but yes, I am cleared for training and for missions,” Lee sighs, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly. As they turn and begin walking, he clears his throat. “I… wanted to apologize to you, Neji.” 

Neji’s nose wrinkles as he debates telling Lee an apology wasn’t necessary, but he allows him to continue. 

“You tried to warn me of my fool-hardy actions, and I did not heed you. As the captain of our team, leader of our mission, and friend, I am very, very sorry.” Lee stops dead in his tracks and hits a 90 degree bow, to which Neji scoffs a bit and shakes his head. 

“You really ought to listen to me a bit more and keep your heels cool, but I think you already learned that lesson, so I won’t lecture you. Apology accepted.”

Lee trots a bit to catch back up with his teammate. 

“Is the plan still the same going forward?” he inquires. Neji shakes his head. 

“Not quite. Lord Sixth wants to speak with you– I’m taking you to him now.” 

Lee’s face goes pale, and he chuckles nervously. 

“Do you… think I am in trouble?” 

“Trouble,” Neji scoffs again, before turning a pointedly raised eyebrow at Lee, who flushes a bit and scratches the back of his head again. 

“In more ways than one, I suppose,” he mumbles. 

“I told this to Lord Sixth already, but you should also know: that Yona woman concerns me.”

“In what way?” 

“The fact that you ask that question also concerns me, Lee,” Neji snips. “Have you already forgotten what she did to you?”

“I did bring that upon myself, to be fair,” Lee interjects. 

“Then, have you forgotten she will be taking you away from the village?” Neji’s brow furrows into a full glare. “Off to a village we know nothing about? For the rest of our lives?”

“I… was trying not to think about that,” Lee admits, his voice small. Neji sighs and turns on him, arms crossed. 

“What were you thinking?!”

“I…”

Lee has to think about that one himself. What was he thinking? At the time, he’d gotten so ahead of himself, excited to spar with someone who claimed they’d never lost before, to prove that Konoha shinobi were top class, that HE was among their rank… but those all felt like flimsy excuses under Neji’s scrutinous pale eyes. 

“I… suppose I was not thinking,” he finally murmurs. Neji softens, seeing his friend and rival looking so ashamed of himself. 

“I said I wasn’t going to lecture you, so I won’t,” he sighs, turning back around. “Just… brace yourself for what Lord Sixth might tell you.” 

–

The sense of embarrassment Lee continued to feel about the whole debacle was a distinctly novel experience, he was finding. Upon entering the Hokage’s office, immediately three sets of eyes were on him, and he couldn’t help but sense, or perhaps imagine, the judgement coming off of them. Judgement was something he was fairly intimate with. Judgement he could handle. However, he could usually dispel judgement with proof of his skill.

Not this time. 

“Lord Sixth,” he says, giving a bow. 

“I keep telling you all just to call me Kakashi,” Kakashi grumbles, before shaking his head and holding a hand out for a folder from Shikamaru, who obliges him. “Lee, you’ve been reassigned.” 

“From the mission?” He asks, unable to keep the surprise out of his voice. 

“Within the mission,” Kakashi replies, handing the folder out for Lee to take. He scans it– a detailed mission briefing on a new, long term recon assignment, from within the Torazawa clan. 

“... I see.”

“As unfortunate as your current situation is, I see a valuable opportunity for information gathering from inside their walls,” Kakashi states. “This may actually be the best way to get verified intelligence about the Torazawa clan without any more bloodshed.” 

It was the most logical solution, from his perspective. ANBU couldn’t get into the village, and while Lee wouldn’t be able to leave, if he went in prepared, he could be a firsthand account of the village’s customs, blind spots, and any other intel that could help the Land of Fire and Land of Tea. 

“Until a new treaty is formed with the clan, you’ll be our man on the inside.”

“Yessir!” Lee salutes Kakashi, tucking the folder under his arm. 

“As this will be a long term mission, you’ll have until the end of the week when Yona-san leaves to prepare. We do not know when or if you’ll be allowed to return, but you will still be a shinobi of Konohagakure in the meantime.” 

“Yessir!”

“I will personally let Guy know about this when he returns from his mission.”

“Ye–” Lee pauses, and goes a bit teary, thinking about Guy. “Y-yessir!”

“Do you have any questions?”

“... Would you allow me one request, Lord Sixth?” Lee blinks a few times, trying to reign in his emotion. “Would you please give Guy-sensei a letter for me?”

Kakashi can’t help but smile a bit. 

“Of course I will, Lee.”

“Thank you, sir.” Lee’s voice breaks a bit. “I will miss you all very much.” 

“I know, Lee.” 

–

“So that’s it, huh?” Tenten rubs at her face in frustration, sliding down the wall of the inn hallway. “So much for Team Guy forever.” 

“We do not know if, when a treaty is established–” Lee starts.

“If it’s established, you mean,” Tenten cuts in bitterly.

“WHEN it is established, I could be allowed to return to Konoha,” he finishes. 

“Lord Sixth does seem particularly insistent on making the resolution peaceful,” Neji comments. “He’s seen enough war for his lifetime, he doesn’t want to start another one.”

“And according to the repo–”

“Keep your voice down,” Tenten hisses. “She’s taking a nap right now but I don’t want to risk her overhearing.” 

“... According to the report,” Lee begins again at a whisper, “it seems as though Yona-san may be willing to be flexible regarding changing her clan’s traditions.” 

“That’s a big if, though,” Neji murmurs. “And Yona-san is only the clan heir, we have next to no knowledge of the clan’s chief.” 

“To be fair, if Yona’s the heir to the clan, when she becomes the chief, she could change the rules anyway,” Tenten points out. 

“If she wants to,” Neji rebuts. 

They all sigh a bit, and Lee shuffles his feet. 

“... Can I ask you a question?” He whispers. 

“Mm? Yeah, what’s up?” Tenten tilts her head, looking up at him from her position on the floor. 

Lee’s cheeks go even rosier than they usually were, and Neji, sensing where the conversation is heading, immediately turns tail and starts walking away. Tenten grabs his ankle. 

“Don’t you leave me,” she hisses. 

“Have either of you… ever had…” Lee continues, twiddling his fingers shyly, seemingly oblivious to his teammates. 

“NO, no, no, no, you don’t get to ask me that, Lee,” Tenten snaps, jutting a finger at him as Neji tries harder to walk away, dragging Tenten with him. 

“Please! I am woefully inexperienced!” Lee follows, pleading, and Neji shakes his head swiftly and firmly. 

“I am not having this conversation with you, Rock Lee,” he hisses. 

“Any advice would be greatly appreciated!” Lee continues, clasping his hands together. 

“You have asked me a lot of stuff, Lee, and I’ve answered almost all of it, but you’re on your own for this one!” Tenten allows Neji to scrape her along the inn hallway floor, continuing to wave her finger at her troubled teammate. 

None of the teammates hear Yona’s door slide open. 

“You have no reason to be scared, cub,” her voice, deeper than normal and gravely with sleep, lilts from behind them. They turn as she hunches out of the doorway, hair down and cascading over her body, the long white locks the only thing covering her other than a tight white fundoshi. Neji snaps back around, face bright red, and sprints away, breaking free from Tenten’s grip, who is paralyzed alongside Lee, both wide eyed and jaw slack. 

Tenten comes to her senses first, hightailing it after Neji, while Lee slaps his face into his hands, turning away from her and sputtering something in between objections and apologies. He doesn’t see it coming when Yona wraps a huge arm around his waist and hoists him onto her hip like a sack of potatoes, toting him, squealing, back into her room. 

The door shuts, the room darkens, and Lee is deposited onto the tatami as Yona returns to her bed. As his eyes adjust to the dim light, he sees that her ‘bed’ is actually three separate futons, shoved together against the wall, with their respective blankets strewn about on top. Off to the side, her armor and clothes sat, discarded but neatly arranged. The shutters of the room’s windows were drawn, so she could take her nap in relative darkness. The rest of the room was fairly normal to Lee’s eye– he was looking anywhere but at Yona herself. He couldn’t bring himself to even turn his head towards her, feeling his shoulders shake with nerves and his face burn with rushing blood. 

“So frightened,” she purrs, clearly amused by his behavior. “Do you think I will eat you?”

“Eat–?!” he squeaks, voice cracking, and then clears his throat, quickly assuming a seiza. “N-no, Yona-san, I do not think you will eat me.” 

There’s a moment of silence as he feels her eyes on his body, scanning him up and down, devouring him anyway. If he spared a glance toward her, he would see her gold eyes glinting in thin crescents, pupils blown wide open in the darkness. Her lust was palpable in the air, the heaviness of her desire sitting thick on his chest. 

“Y-Yona-san?” His voice is significantly more vulnerable than he’d like it to be. 

“Yes, cub?”

“Um, earlier, when you said, um…” Lee can’t bring himself to say the word. “Said we would be… having, um…”

“Sex, yes?”

“Yes! Yes, that! And that is what ritual submission was! I, um, wanted to… ask more about that!”

His fists squeeze tight around the bandages woven between his fingers, and he can feel his pulse in his fingertips– quick and flighty, like a scared rabbit. 

“Then ask,” she purrs, drawing herself up to sit with her legs crossed. 

Oh, no. Lee had wanted to ask, but had not prepared any questions. He hoped she would just… explain. 

They both sit in his frightened silence as he mulls over his options. 

“... You have… had… done it… before?” His voice is tiny, and he can feel sweat seeping into the turtleneck of his jumpsuit. 

“Yes,” she purrs, clearly enjoying his embarrassment. “I have.”

She was not going to make this easy on him. Lee steels himself, before slapping his cheeks with both hands. He was a shinobi! A very, very splendid shinobi! He would not be afraid! This was his mission! His ninja way!

“You also called me your… your wife.” He sneaks a peek at her, and his heart nearly jumps out of his chest at the lascivious grin on her face. “Do… ah… do you have… other…?”

“Other wives?” She shakes her head. “No, you are my first.”

Lee cannot explain why the idea of that makes him so happy, and he was not about to try and interrogate the feeling. 

“Then… may I ask… what differentiates ritual submission from… marriage?” 

“Ahh. Intelligent cub!” Yona chuckles a bit. “Ritual submission is marriage rite. I have sex because I like it.” 

OH. 

“Oh!” Lee returns to looking at his lap, his flush coming back full force. “Ah, I see. When you said ‘it,’ you meant…” 

“Sex, yes. Ritual submission, I have not done yet.” 

“So, it is like… consummation.”

“I do not know that word.”

“That is alright.” 

Another pause. 

“... Is, ah… ritual submission… different… in some way?” 

“From what I have learned,” Yona starts, reclining back onto her futon and beginning to untie her fundoshi, “is different from simply fucking.” 

Lee’s heart just about stops, his entire body going rigid. He can hardly hear her words over his own pulse drumming away in his ears. His breath goes shallow, his head goes light. He can see her silhouette in his peripheral vision as she slides her loincloth off, so he squeezes his eyes shut. 

Yona continues. “Ritual submission is worship, cub. I, to you. You, to me. Knowing our bodies. Committing ourselves.” 

Lee swallows the saliva gathering on his tongue, and the audible gulp makes Yona giggle. 

“Will you not look at me?” she murmurs. 

“I… I do not know… if I am… ready,” he squeaks. 

“Then I will look at you.” The heat of Yona’s stare returns, and his breath hitches a few times. This feeling was something he had only known in the depths of his wildest teenage dreams in the latest hours of the night, something he had never dared to truly indulge in. It had never been at the forefront of his mind before. Yes, he had a childhood crush on Sakura, but… this kind of raw, uncensored, adult longing… the full force of her desire, landing squarely upon his lap… swirling deep in his stomach, past his gut, tugging at his loins…

He cracks his eye open, peeking up beneath his bangs, to meet her gaze. She was laying back, propped on one elbow, legs spread as her other hand busied itself between her thighs. Her heavy breasts parted and lolled over her thick, muscular chest, dark brown nipples standing up in her lust, tawny skin stretching in thin, light stripes over her lower belly and upper thighs. Her white body hair, thin and fine enough to be invisible on her forearms, was thick enough on her legs to shimmer in the dusk, and curled in a thick, tangled bush between her legs, as it did under her arms. Her long locks cascaded down her body like a waterfall, pooling just so here and there before settling in a river across the futons. 

But her eyes. Pupils blown out wide in lust and low light, the gold of her irises thin strips rimming the deep black. Snow white lashes, long and curled, framing her gaze. Full lips curled in a pleased smirk as she took in his trembling form. He was prey before her. 

He barely registers as her eyes trail down his chest to his lap, most of his attention on trying to get air into his lungs. 

“I see you like me just as much as I like you,” she teases, holding up her fingers to display thin, silvery strands stretching between her sex and her digits. Lee’s mouth flaps open and closed, unable to formulate a coherent response. “Undress, cub, and I will have you.” 

As if in a trance, Lee obeys. Shakily, he unwinds the wraps on his hands, and then shifts to take off his leg warmers, and then weights. He gets a momentary reprieve from her attention when they clank solidly on the floor, as she eyes them with curiosity. But soon, her stare returns, watching him with interest as he neatly folds his jumpsuit (and spare jumpsuit) and sets them inside his flak vest. Soon, he’s in his dance belt, and he begins to sheepishly return to his seiza, but Yona clicks her tongue. 

“Ahh-ahh. All of it.” 

How was getting naked in front of her SO embarrassing?! It certainly didn’t help that he was now painfully erect. Shakily, he stands and turns away from her, sliding the garment down his legs and setting it with his other clothes. Before he has a chance to sit back down, Yona gestures for him to come closer. 

“Come, sit with me,” she purrs, patting her thigh. 

Lee hesitates, holding his hands tenderly over his throbbing loins, but girds himself and eases over onto the futon with her. As he settles beside her, she extends an arm and scoops him into her lap. The sensation of bare skin to his back, on his legs, around his torso as her thick, steely arm held him close to her, the scent of her hair and the warmth of her flushed body… everything about her made his head spin. 

She leans over him, pressing her lips to the top and side of his head, nuzzling into his hair. She was… she was so big. Her hands were so callused, just like his, but her breasts were so heavy and soft on his shoulders. His chest bobs beneath her touch as she explores him, breath short and rough and heavy. He could tell she was still looking at him, taking him in as she pressed tender kisses along his shoulder and up his neck. Despite how tense his body was, his head lolls to the side as she kisses along his pulse, drawing a small, timid, lewd noise off his lips. 

A moan? Did he just moan? His hands open and close around nothing, still trembling as hers skim past his waist and politely skip over his aching dick, instead settling to caress his muscular thighs. Lee was a fit man– years of training would make anyone as muscular as he was– but he still felt dwarfed by the woman encasing him. 

Yona had never been more pleased. Yona liked sex– she liked sex a lot, and she knew she was good at it. But she had never taken the virginity of someone this high strung. He was so sensitive, whining and shuddering as she helped herself to his body. A brush across his inner thigh, and his adam's apple bobbed. A nibble on the shell of his ear, and a mewl would grace hers. He was pink and red and tight, muscles squirming beneath his battlescarred skin as she played with him. A perfect blend of masculine and feminine, powerful and demure, her perfect, exact type. 

And he was all hers.

She finally wraps her hand around his length, grinning as his entire body hitches like someone had shocked him. 

“Y-Yona-san!” he cries, pushing back against her chest as he squirmed in pleasure. 

“Oh, ohh, cub,” she murmurs, taking his hand with her free one and letting him squeeze on it. “Pretty little cub, poor little thing. Does it hurt? Shall I stop?”

Her strokes slow as she waits for him to find the tongue in his head. When he proves too overwhelmed for speech, she stops, letting him catch his breath. 

“Wait, no,” he whines, arching his neck to look back at her over his shoulder. Tears shimmer on his lower lashes, and fire ignites in Yona’s belly at the sight. “Please, please do not stop…!”

Yona practically pounces on him, capturing his lips in hers. She kisses him long and slow, feeling the tears on his cheeks wet hers as their tongues slid together. When she pulls apart for air, saliva stretches between them in a long, thin strand. 

“You make it very hard not to ravish you, cub,” she growls, dipping her hand between her legs to retrieve some of her own slick. “I promised you I would be gentle.” 

Lee’s head spins at the idea of this being gentle. He was on another planet, dick straining up for her touch, chest and stomach pulsing with pleasure at every stroke. She lays him back gently, beginning to touch him again, this time supplied by her fluids, and Lee can feel his balls tighten all too quickly. 

“W-wait, Y-Yona-san, I– hahh, any more and– ahh, I will– I will not–!” 

“Go on,” she purrs, tracing her sharp teeth along his throat, the feeling of the bones on his flesh making him shiver. “Cum.” 

A few more pumps, and the tightening coil in Lee’s belly snaps. Semen pours out of him in jets, splashing onto his glistening chest as his hips buck against Yona’s hand. He cries out loudly, grasping onto the sheets and her shoulders, as she empties him fully with a few more, languid, lazy strokes. 

“So sensitive,” she teases, kissing down his chest before he can protest. He can only watch through lust glazed eyes as she extends her tongue, lapping up his mess. Her tongue is hot and slick, making his abs jump in response, and he whimpers quietly watching his new lover clean him up. 

“... I… have never…” he tries, and Yona cuts him off with a quiet laugh. 

“I know,” she coos, eyes flicking up to meet his. He whines in embarrassment, turning his head away, and she laughs again. “How could I not? You mewl like newborn.”

As if to prove her point, she wraps her lips around one of his nipples, and he whimpers in return. Addicted to his sounds, Yona continues to suck and lap, her other hand coming up to rub small circles on the other. It was electric, it was hot and sharp and painfully erotic, and Lee had no idea what to do with himself. He squirms beneath her touch, feeling his softening dick beginning to harden again. 

When she pulls away to sit up, he whines, looking up from his dazed stupor, and she giggles at him. 

“So spoiled already,” she purrs, stacking some pillows up behind her and laying back on them. “You will reciprocate, yes?” 

Lee gulps again, taking in her gorgeous body. 

“You… want me…? To…?” His voice is small and unsteady. Yona nods. 

“Touch, kiss, grab, pull, lick. You will know my body, as I know yours.” 

Lee crawls over her uncertainly, hesitating as he kneeled between her massive, open thighs. She places her hands behind her head, presenting herself to him, and his nostrils flare at how effortlessly erotic she was. 

“... Anywhere?” he squeaks. 

“Still scared?” she grins, sticking out her tongue at him. “I have already tasted you, you know.” 

“I-I am not scared!” he insists, lip twisting in embarrassment. “I just do not know where to start…!” 

She drops one arm to take his wrist and guide his hand onto one of her massive breasts, and his heart stops for what must have been the fifth time that day. “Start here. Most do.” 

He watches her, still judging for her permission, and she releases his wrist to relax again, so he takes that as a green light. He squeezes a bit, and the soft moan of pleasure she gives him in return stokes his fire. Carefully, he grabs both her breasts, fondling, groping, gently pressing and squeezing, stunned by how soft they were. 

Curiously, he works his fingers down the curve of her breast to her nipple, and is pleased with the small sound of approval Yona makes when he rubs it. Following her lead, Lee leans down and closes his lips around it, face beet red as he sees himself in his mind’s eye. 

But it’s only for a flash, and then all of his sense is gone, dignity out the window. He slumps against her, burying her face in her bosom, wrapping his arms as far as he could get them around her waist. Her scent, warm and musky and slightly metallic from her armor, her taste, salty and soft, the gossamer of her hair, the sound of her moaning… he could drown in her. 

He nearly does. He’s only brought back to reality when her fingers close around his hair, pulling at his scalp as she tilts his head back and away from her breasts. The look on his face, eyelids heavy and glossy with lust, eartips burning red, bangs sticking to his sweaty forehead… she’d chosen a perfect little mate. 

“You have more to do,” she chuffs playfully, and it takes him a beat to realize what she means. 

“Oh… Oh! Ahh, p-please forgive me, Yona-san–” he stammers, and Yona shakes her head. 

“Yona.”

“Ahh…?”

“You call me Yona, now. You are my wife. I am yours.”

Lee couldn’t look more bashful if he tried. 

“Y…Yona.”

“Mmhmm.” She reaches down and spreads her pussy open with two fingers, exposing her dark, fat, throbbing clit between her lips. Lee feels his stomach swoop at the sight, his dick dangerously hard and bobbing with his pulse. 

“And… and I…?”

“Lick me,” Yona purrs, taking his jaw with her other hand and slipping her thumb into his mouth. The tip of her claw scrapes along his tongue, and she pulls his jaw open, making him drool off his lip. Precum oozes down his shaft to match. 

“Y… yes, ma’am,” he manages as she retracts her hand, and the rumble in her chest gets even louder.

“Good boy,” she purrs. 

Lee kneels between her thighs, swallowing another mouthful of saliva, staring intently at her sex. Yona thought it was adorable– the little cub who couldn’t bear the sight of her breasts only moments earlier now looking at her like she was a gourmet meal. 

She had to tease him a little more. 

As he dips his head to press his lips to hers, she catches him by his hair again, and the sharp stop makes him whine.

“Say thank you.”

“T…thank you?”

“Thank you, for letting me eat your pussy.” 

Lee’s eyes couldn’t get any bigger if he tried, and he stammers for a few seconds. 

“Go on, say it.” 

“Th…” Lee can’t turn his head away, so his eyes fall shyly away from hers. “Thank you, Yona… f-for let… letting me… eat your…”

Yona waits, savoring his embarrassment.

“... Pussy,” he finally finishes, voice tiny, squeezing his eyes shut. 

“Good boy,” she coos, dropping his head, and his nose buries itself into her cunt. The rich aroma fills his nose, and he moans weakly, unable to bring himself away from her for a few moments. Finally, he lets his tongue loll out, stroking up her folds, tasting her slick for the first time. Salty, musky, a little bit sour. An erotic taste he’d never experienced anything like. 

He busies himself with lapping at her sex, his hands coming up to grasp at her massive ass and thighs, holding himself down against her. He liked how she twitched and groaned, her noises fewer and further in between than his own, but that only made them more gratifying. She gets noisier as he focuses on her clit, swirling his tongue around it, and it pushes him to try and find what she liked best. 

Lee makes a decision right then and there– she had brought him to climax, and so he would do the same for her. He wanted to see what she looked like, hear her moan, taste her even more. This ecstasy had to be shared. 

He pulls his head away meekly, peeking up at her. 

“Y-Yona…?”

“Mm? Tired already?” Yona teases, and Lee riles a bit at this, his competitive streak flaring. 

“O-of course not! This is nothing for me!” He bites back, before remembering his place– literally and figuratively. “Ahh, what I mean is…would you… please show me what feels best?”

Yona’s eyes glimmer for a moment, before her expression becomes unbearably smug. 

“You want me to cum.”

“... Yes.”

“I like you more and more, cub,” Yona purrs, before reaching between her legs and circling her clit with a finger. “It is easiest with wide, flat tongue. Let your jaw hang loose. Keep your pace steady. I will let you know when to go faster, and I will control you by your hair.” 

Lee nods, determined, and settles back between her legs, slacking his jaw open and letting his tongue out. Yona grasps a fistful of his hair, and lets him begin. With her instruction, it doesn’t take long. 

Yona’s thighs shake, her panting gets shorter and rougher, and she moans praises under her breath. “Good boy, right there, don’t stop.” It all fuels Lee’s fire. He was… really starting to like sex. He can feel her clit harden and throb under his tongue, and finally, her back arches sharply, her hips buck up, and her fingers tighten in his hair. The yank is sharp, and the hot pain only seeps into the delirious pleasure. He can taste her start to ooze anew, fluids coating his cheeks messily as she rides her orgasm. 

She settles back with a breathy chuckle, and Lee slumps against her thigh, finally reaching down to give his aching dick some relief. Upon seeing this, Yona bounces her leg a bit, surprising him. 

“Do you not want to empty yourself in me?” she teases, and Lee almost cums right there at the idea. 

He whines and releases his cock, breathing ragged and body coated in sweat. 

“I… Yona, I do not… think I would… last very long,” he admits, shame twisting his features. 

“You’ve satisfied me enough for today, cub,” she croons, sitting up and opening up her arms. “Have your way with me. I want you.” 

Lee shakily brings himself up onto his knees, crawling over Yona despite his trembling thighs. Carefully, he reaches between them, lining up the head of his dick with her burning hot, dripping wet snatch. He hisses his breaths, abs tensing and flexing with the effort to stave off his orgasm. 

“Lower… yes, there… ahh…!” 

His head pops past the first ring of her muscle, and his legs nearly give out at the feeling. Yona’s hands close around his waist, helping to hold him steady as he gingerly sinks deeper and deeper into her depths. She was so hot, and tight, but somehow still slick and sloppy, insides wrapping around him undulating and squeezing in a way he had never felt before. Tears bud and run down his face again, and Yona leans down to lick up one cheek, pussy clenching around him. 

“Y-Yona, hahh, ahh, I-I am…! I cannot…!” he cries. 

“You can,” she purrs, one hand trailing down to grasp his rear and making him squeak and whimper. “Ten strokes. You like numbers, yes? I will count with you.” 

Lee drools down his chin onto his chest, body shaking with the effort as he pulled his hips back, and then pushed in again. 

“One,” she purrs. 

“One,” he sobs. 

“Two… Three… Four…” 

He doesn’t make it to five. He buries himself deep inside her, slumps into her chest, and climaxes with a wail of emotion. Her head falls back and she chuffs in delight, feeling his dick jump and shoot within her, coating her insides with his seed. 

“Ohh, you poor thing,” she coos, holding him tight as he shudders on her breast, weeping and utterly spent. “My sweet little mate, my cute little cub.” 

She strokes his head, feeling him puff and come back to his senses, enjoying his weight and his cock softening inside her. When he finally lifts his head again, she smiles and pulls him into a messy kiss. 

“Shall I run bath?”

“Yes please,” he rasps. 

She scoops him up in a princess carry and starts heading towards the en suite.

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