"So, this is him, Li?"
"It is, Ni!"
"He does feel pretty strong..."
Naruto shifted nervously, the familiar, comforting confines of his apartment suddenly feeling alien and predatory. He stood in the center of his living room, a small, sparse space that now seemed to be shrinking under the weight of two pairs of piercing eyes. Circling him like a pair of sleek, dangerous sharks were two figures that defied easy explanation. They were women, undeniably so, with lithe, athletic bodies and curves that could make an average woman red with jealousy. But their ears, twitching with predatory interest atop their heads, were definitely not human. Neither were the long, slender tails that swished and curled behind them, twitching in perfect sync with their mischievous smirks.
They were cat girls. And they were in his apartment.
Naruto had returned here tonight, as he did most nights, but instead of finding an empty apartment as he went to bed, he was being ambushed.
"How did you get in here?" Naruto asked, his voice a low, tense rumble. His hand instinctively went to the spot where a kunai holster should have been, a phantom limb of a past life. His muscles coiled, a familiar, battle-ready tension flooding his system. These women, despite their alluring, almost playful appearance, radiated a dangerous energy, a predatory aura that set every nerve in his body on high alert. "And what do you want?"
The one with long red hair, the one who the other catgirl was calling Li, let out a soft, melodic giggle that was laced with a chilling, predatory delight. She stopped her circling, her movements fluid and graceful, and leaned against the back of his worn-out sofa. Her body, a vision of lean, toned muscle and soft, dangerous curves, was barely contained by a scandalously small red bikini. The fabric, little more than a few strategically placed scraps, did little to hide the perfect, round globes of her ass or the heavy, jiggling weight of her decently sized breasts.
"We're members of Lord Riser Phenex's peerage," she purred, her voice a silken, seductive poison that made the air in the small apartment feel thick and heavy. "My name's Li. This is Ni. And we're here to seduce you."
The other catgirl, Ni, who looked nearly identical to Li except for her blue hair and a matching blue bikini that was just as revealing, smirked, a sly, predatory glint in her emerald eyes. She hopped up onto his kitchen counter, her long, slender legs dangling casually, a picture of insolent, confident ownership. "You're a hard man to get alone with, Uzumaki-san. We had to wait until all your little masters were distracted."
Naruto's mind reeled. Riser Phenex. The name was a sour taste in his mouth, a symbol of the arrogant, pompous prick who sought to claim Rias as his bride. Naruto had yet to meet the man, but from what Rias had told him about Riser, he already didn't like the man.
"Rias-sama is about to have a Rating Game against him in a few weeks, but," Naruto asked, looking at them confusedly, "Why would you... seduce me?"
"Oh, we've been spying," Li confessed, her tail swishing with a slow, hypnotic rhythm behind her. She pushed herself off the couch and sauntered towards him, her hips rolling in a fluid, mesmerizing dance that made her small, firm breasts jiggle. "We know how powerful you are."
"But we also know your weakness," Ni chimed in, her voice a high, melodic giggle that was laced with a cruel, knowing glee. She hopped down from the counter, her movements a mirror image of her sister's. "Women. Or, more specifically, being dominated by them. It's pathetic, really. How easily you bend."
Li stopped just in front of him, so close that he could feel the heat radiating from her body, a sweet, intoxicating warmth that was a stark contrast to the predatory glint in her emerald eyes. She reached up, her long, slender fingers tracing a slow, deliberate path down the hard, defined muscles of his chest.
"We thought it would be fun," she purred, her lips curving into a wicked, predatory smirk. "To take one of Rias's precious pawns and turn him into our pet. To make you worship us, to make you beg for our affection. And then, when the time is right, you'll betray her."
"You'll throw the match," Ni added, her voice a silken, seductive poison that was a clear, unspoken threat. "You'll make sure our Lord Riser wins. And all you'll get in return is... us."
They moved as one, a fluid, predatory dance of seduction and dominance. They circled him, their bodies brushing against his, a soft, teasing caress that was designed to arouse and disarm. Their hands roamed freely, tracing the lines of his muscles, their touch a maddening, delicious sensation that was a clear, unspoken promise of the pleasure to come.
Li pressed herself against his back, her firm, round breasts flattening against the hard muscle of his shoulder blades. She wrapped her arms around his waist, her hands splaying across his stomach, a possessive, confident gesture that made him stiffen. Her warm breath tickled his ear with a soft, husky whisper.
"Relax, Uzumaki-san," she cooed, her tongue darting out to trace the shell of his ear. "Let us take care of you. Let us show you what real pleasure feels like."
Ni moved to stand in front of him, a vision of lean, toned muscle and soft, dangerous curves. She placed her hands on his chest, her touch a light, feathery caress that was a stark, beautiful contrast to the possessive grip of her sister. She leaned in, her emerald eyes locking with his, a smug, predatory smirk on her lips.
"We know what you like," she purred, her tail curling around his leg, the soft, furry appendage a strange, yet strangely arousing sensation. "We know how to make you beg."
They were a perfect team, a symphony of seduction that was designed to break him. They were confident, arrogant, so sure of their own allure, so certain that their combined beauty would be enough to shatter the devotion he held for the Gremory peerage.
Their hands found the waistband of his pants. With a swift, practiced motion, they pulled them down, along with his boxers. They expected to be greeted by a monster, a thick, veiny beast that was a clear, undeniable sign of his arousal. They expected to see a physical manifestation of the power they knew he held.
They were met with... nothing.
Naruto's cock, a usually massive appendage that could put most other men to shame, lay limp and unimpressed against his thigh. It was a shocking, almost insulting sight. Their smug, predatory smirks faltered, replaced by a flicker of stunned disbelief.
"What the...?" Li stammered, her usual confident purr replaced by a sharp, indignant gasp. She poked at it with a single, slender finger, as if she couldn't believe what she was seeing. The flesh was soft, a contrast to the hard muscle of the rest of his body.
Ni's emerald eyes narrowed, a look of frustration and disbelief on her beautiful, feline face. "Why isn't it working? He's supposed to be putty in our hands!"
Naruto just shrugged, a lazy, dismissive gesture that was more insulting than any angry retort could have been. He looked down at them, a bored, almost pitying expression in his eyes.
"Compared to Rias-sama," he said, his tone a flat, unimpressed drone, "you're not very appealing."
The words hung in the air, a brutal, soul-crushing blow to their pride. Li's face flushed with a red that was a mixture of anger and humiliation. Ni's tail, which had been swishing with a confident, hypnotic rhythm, now bristled, the fur standing on end.
"Not... appealing?" Li seethed, her hands clenching into fists at her sides. "What do you mean not appealing?!"
"I mean, you're not appealing," Naruto shot back, a smug, almost bored smirk on his lips. He was enjoying this. He was enjoying their frustration, their shocked disbelief. "You're... generic. A couple of flashy cat girls in cheap bikinis. It's been done. Rias-sama is a goddess. A queen. You're... sideshow attractions."
The challenge was clear. The insult was a direct, venomous attack on their very essence. They would not be dismissed. They would not be outdone by some rich girl!
Li's face twisted with an annoyed glare. "Get him, Ni!"
They moved as one, a fluid, aggressive dance of offended pride. They grabbed him, their hands no longer teasing, but rough, punishing. They forced him to his knees, a brutal, dismissive motion that was meant to establish their dominance.
"Maybe you need a closer look," Li snarled, her usual seductive purr replaced by a harsh, guttural growl. She grabbed the back of his head, her fingers digging into his hair with a bruising grip, and she yanked him forward.
His face was plunged into the warm, soft valley between her breasts. The feeling was... pleasant enough. The skin was smooth, the flesh yielding, a decent, if uninspiring, pressure against his cheeks. She squeezed her arms together, a deliberate motion that was meant to overwhelm him, to suffocate him in her supposed perfection.
"How about this, you arrogant prick?" she taunted, her voice a low, angry rumble that vibrated through her chest and into his skull. "Are these not appealing?!"
Naruto's mind, already a fractured thing that had been rewired to associate pleasure with specific, unassailable standards, went to work. It compared. It measured. It judged.
He pulled his head back, a lazy, almost dismissive motion that made Li stumble back with a gasp of disbelief. He looked at her breasts, then looked away, a bored, uninterested expression on his face.
"They're okay," he said, his tone a flat, unimpressed drone that was far more insulting than any scream of rage could have been. "I guess. But they're small. Compared to Akeno-sama's... these are kind of boring. Hers are... massive. They're world-shattering. They're a force of nature. These are... just a pair of tits."
The insult was a fresh, venomous slash across their pride. Ni, who had been watching with a frustrated glare, let out a furious hiss. Her blue hair seemed to bristle.
"You... you son of a bitch!" she snarled. "You're going to regret that!"
Li's face, which had been flushed with anger, now went pale with a cold, deadly fury. The playful seductress was gone, replaced by a genuine predator who had been cornered and insulted. She spun around, a violent, aggressive motion, and she shoved her ass back, a brutal, punishing gesture that slammed her firm, round cheeks directly into Naruto's face.
The impact was a sharp, stinging slap that was a mix of pain and a strange, confusing pleasure. His face was buried in the warm, soft flesh, a suffocating, yet decently pleasant embrace. Li started to grind, a slow, hypnotic rhythm that made her small, firm ass jiggle and dance against his trapped features.
"How about this, you piece of shit?!" she snarled, her voice a low, angry growl that vibrated through her body and into his skull. "Is this not appealing enough for you?!"
At the same time, Ni moved with a dancer's grace, a fluid, predatory motion. She turned, presenting her own equally firm, round rear. She backed up, a slow, deliberate tease, and she started to twerk.
Thwack. Thwack. Thwack.
The sound was a sharp, wet percussion that echoed in the small apartment. Ni's ass, a vision of lean, toned muscle, moved with a speed and a force that was both impressive and undeniably arousing. The heavy, jiggling globes slapped down onto his crotch, a brutal, rhythmic assault that was a declaration of her power. Each impact sent a jolt of sensation through him, a fresh wave of pleasure that was a maddening, confusing drug.
Naruto's body, a traitorous thing that was hardwired to respond to such stimuli, began to react. His cock, which had been limp and unimpressed, gave a slight, almost reluctant throb. Blood began to flow, a slow, hesitant trickle that brought him to a semi-hard state. It was a physical response, an automatic reaction to the pleasurable assault on his senses. But his mind... his mind remained unimpressed.
He reached up, his hands wrapping around Li's waist. He pushed, a firm, dismissive motion that made her stumble forward with a surprised yelp. He shook his head, a lazy, almost bored gesture that was laced with a condescending pity.
"It's... a bit better," he conceded, his tone a flat, unimpressed drone that was a fresh, soul-crushing blow to their pride. "But it's still nothing special. You're... athletic, I guess. But Rias-sama's ass... It's in a different league. It's on another plane of existence. Her cheeks are... perfect. They're so massive and perfectly round that they have their own gravity. Yours are... just a pair of firm buns. It's like comparing a pebble to a mountain."
The words were a venomous poison, a brutal, efficient strike that hit them where it hurt most: their pride and their sexuality. Li and Ni froze, their bodies tensing with a mixture of shock and a cold fury. The playful seduction had failed. The aggressive dominance had failed. And now, their very bodies were being dismissed as inadequate.
Li's face, which had been flushed with a cold, deadly fury, now twisted with a raw, unrestrained rage. "You... you absolute bastard!" she snarled. "I'm going to make you regret those words!"
They changed their tactics. The aggression subsided, replaced by a more... primal approach. Their movements became fluid, sinuous, a display of feline grace that was both beautiful and deeply unnerving. They began to rub against him, their bodies flowing like water around his kneeling form.
Purr...
A deep, rumbling sound vibrated from Li's chest as she pressed her body against his side, her small, firm breasts flattening against the hard muscle of his arm. She nuzzled his neck, her cheek brushing against his skin in a gesture of possessive, almost feline affection. Her tail, which had been bristling with anger, now curled around his leg, the soft, furry appendage a strange, yet undeniably arousing sensation.
"Nyaa~" Ni cooed, her voice a high, melodic sound that was a perfect imitation of a common housecat. She slinked around to his front, her movements a low, sensual crawl that made her blue bikini bottom ride up, giving him a fleeting glimpse of the tight, firm globes it contained. She rubbed her cheek against his chest, her body a warm, vibrating presence that was designed to soothe and arouse. Her own tail swished back and forth, a slow, hypnotic rhythm that brushed against his semi-hard cock with a soft, teasing touch.
They were a symphony of cat-like seduction, a primal, instinctual display of femininity that was meant to bypass the rational, judging part of his brain and speak directly to his baser instincts. The vibrations, the soft fur, the gentle purring, the feeling of their warm, athletic bodies rubbing against him... it was a maddening, delicious assault on his senses.
And it was working.
His cock, which had been a reluctant, half-hearted participant in their game, gave another, more determined throb. It swelled, the semi-hardness giving way to a more impressive, fully-fledged state of arousal. The blood pumped, a hot, heavy rush that made him feel heavy and lightheaded at the same time. He was getting turned on. His body was betraying him.
But still, his mind held fast. The pleasure was there, a maddening, delicious sensation that made him want to lean into the touch, to lose himself in the primal, feline comfort they were offering. But it wasn't... enough. It was missing something.
He let out a soft sigh, a sound of lazy, almost bored disappointment.
"I'll admit," he said, his tone a flat, unimpressed drone that was laced with a condescending pity. "This is... better. The purring is a nice touch. But... It's still just a performance. You're acting like animals. You're trying to be something you're not. Koneko-sama... she doesn't have to try. She is a cat. Her every movement, her every glance, her every word... It's natural. You guys just don't hit the same."
Li's purring cut off with a sharp, angry hiss. Ni's cat-like cooing turned into a low, frustrated growl. They had given him their best, their most primal, their most authentic selves, and he had dismissed them as a cheap imitation.
They were at their wits' end. Their pride was in tatters, their confidence shattered. But the thought of failure, of returning to their master with their tails between their legs, was a fate worse than death. They had one last gambit. One final, desperate attempt to claim him.
They pulled away, their movements stiff with anger and humiliation. They stood before him, their hands on their hips, a final, defiant stand. Their expressions were a mixture of fury and desperation.
"Fine," Li seethed, her emerald eyes burning with a cold, dangerous light. "You want to touch? Then touch."
They grabbed his hands, their grips tight and punishing. They placed his palms flat against the smooth, warm skin of their waists. The contact was a jolt, a fresh wave of pleasure that made him flinch. Their skin was soft, impossibly so, like warm, living silk.
"Feel that?" Ni purred, her voice a silken, seductive poison that was laced with a desperate, pleading tone. She guided his hands down, forcing them to cup the firm, round globes of their asses. "Feel how soft we are? How perfectly smooth?"
They moved his hands for him, a slow, deliberate massage that was meant to overwhelm him with sensation. They made him squeeze, a possessive, confident gesture that made the soft, heavy flesh yield under his fingers. His cock, which had been hovering in a state of reluctant arousal, gave a mighty throb. The blood rushed in, a hot, heavy tide that brought him to full, throbbing attention.
The sight of their asses, now being groped by their own hands, the feel of their soft, warm skin, the sheer, overwhelming proximity of their athletic, beautiful bodies... it was a potent, mind-altering drug. His body was a traitor, responding with a desperate, aching need to the pleasure they were offering.
But as his fingers sank into the soft, yielding flesh, as his cock throbbed with a desperate, almost painful arousal, his mind made its final, devastating judgment.
"It's... soft," he conceded, his tone a lazy, almost bored drone. He let out a long, slow sigh, a sound of profound disappointment, "I'll give you that. Your skin is... decent."
He pulled his hands away, a dismissive gesture that made them both stumble back with a gasp of disbelief. He looked down at his fully erect cock, then back up at them, a look of pitying condescension in his eyes.
"But Asia-sama..." he said, the name a reverent, worshipful whisper that was a brutal, efficient strike to their very souls. "Her skin is softer than anything you could ever imagine. It's like... burying your face in a cloud. You both are soft, but not even close to Asia-sama."
The words were a death sentence. A final, brutal declaration of their utter and complete failure. They had thrown everything at him. Seduction, aggression, primal instinct, and now, simple, tactile pleasure. And at every turn, they had been measured, judged, and found wanting.
Li and Ni stood frozen, their bodies tense with a mixture of shock and a cold, deadening despair. Their smug, predatory masks were gone, replaced by a pair of stunned, heartbroken expressions. They looked at each other, a silent, shared look of defeat. They had failed. Completely and utterly.
Naruto just stood there, a picture of bored, unimpressed masculinity, his massive, fully erect cock a clear, undeniable sign of his body's betrayal, but the look in his eyes was one of pitying disappointment. He had won. Without lifting a finger to fight, he had defeated them.
"You... you son of a bitch..." Li whispered, narrowing her eyes at Naruto, "Fine! To think we have to do all this just to take down what should be an easy target..."
She then looked at her sister, "We'll have to get serious!"
With a final, shared glance of raw, unfiltered anger, they moved. Their fingers, now clumsy and trembling with rage, fumbled with the simple clasps of their bikinis. The scraps of red and blue fabric were yanked away, tossed aside like cheap rags. They stood before him, naked and defiant, a final, desperate offering of their bodies.
They were magnificent. A vision of athletic, feline perfection. Their skin, smooth and unblemished, was stretched taut over lean, defined muscle. Their breasts, while not as colossal as Akeno's or Rias's, were perfect teardrop shapes, capped with small, hard, dusky nipples that seemed to beg for attention. Their stomachs were flat, sculpted with the subtle lines of an athletic abdomen. And their asses, the objects of their final, failed gambit, were firm, round globes of power, a clear, undeniable sign of their strength and agility. They were weapons. Beautiful, deadly, and utterly confident in their own allure.
But Naruto didn't even blink. He just watched, a bored, almost disinterested spectator to the final, pathetic act of their play.
Without another word, they moved. It was a coordinated, brutal assault. Li, her face a mask of cold fury, shoved him hard in the chest. The force of the blow, powered by a desperate, humiliated rage, sent him stumbling backward. He tripped over the worn-out leg of his coffee table, a clumsy, undignified motion that ended with him crashing to the floor. He landed on his back with a dull thud, the impact knocking the wind from his lungs in a pained gasp.
Before he could even think to recover, Li was on him. She moved with a predator's speed and grace, a fluid, predatory motion that ended with her straddling his hips. Her naked, athletic body was a vision of overwhelming, suffocating perfection. She reached down, her small, strong hand wrapping around the thick, throbbing shaft of his cock. The contact was a jolt, a sharp, stinging sensation that made him flinch. She guided him to her entrance, a warm, wet promise of the pleasure to come.
Then, she slammed down.
The feeling was incredible. A hot, wet, tight glove of muscle and flesh that gripped him like a vise. A strangled gasp escaped his lips, a raw, guttural sound of pure pleasure. She started to bounce, a brutal, rhythmic motion that made her firm, round ass jiggle and shake in a mesmerizing, hypnotic dance. His vision was filled with the sight of it, a vision of overwhelming, suffocating perfection that was designed to shatter his will.
As Li's mind-shattering ass bounced and jiggled in front of him, Ni moved with a dancer's grace, slinking down to lie beside him. Her naked, athletic body was a warm, pressing presence against his side. She leaned in, her long, slender fingers tracing a slow, deliberate path down his chest. Her touch was a maddening, delicious sensation, a soft, teasing caress that made him moan with a desperate, aching need.
"Just let go, Naruto-kun," she purred, her lips brushing against the shell of his ear, a silken, seductive poison that was a clear, unspoken command. "Forget about that stuck-up Gremory princess. She doesn't know what you really need."
Her hand continued its journey, moving lower, past the hard, defined muscles of his abdomen. Her fingers, warm and soft, found the heavy, sensitive sack of his balls. She cupped them, a possessive, confident gesture that made his entire body tense.
"She can't give you this," Ni continued, her voice a low, hypnotic whisper that was designed to break him. "Not like we can. We'll let you cum inside us. All day. Every day. You can drain every last drop into our tight, warm pussies. You can be our personal breeder. Our stud. Wouldn't you like that? To belong to us? To be our bitch?"
Naruto's mind was a whirlwind of pleasure and conflicting loyalties. The feeling of Li's hot, wet pussy gripping him like a vise, the sight of her jiggling ass bouncing in front of him, the maddening, delicious sensation of Ni's hand on his balls, it was a potent, mind-altering drug. His body was a traitor, responding with a desperate, aching need to the pleasure they were offering. His hips bucked, a frantic, desperate rhythm that was a silent, pleading prayer for release. Moans, raw and guttural, escaped his lips, a clear, unspoken sign of the battle raging within him.
But as the pleasure built, a tidal wave of pure ecstasy that threatened to wash away all coherent thought, a memory surfaced. A single, powerful, unassailable image that burned through the fog of lust.
Rias.
Not just Rias, but the memory of the pleasure that she had introduced him to. The soul-shattering, reality-bending peak that only she, through her connection to Grayfia, could grant him. The pleasure the cat girls were offering was intense, a maddening, delicious fire. But it was a campfire compared to the supernova that Rias held the key to.
His body convulsed, a violent, shuddering spasm that was a clear, unspoken sign of the pleasure coursing through him. He was on the edge, a desperate, whimpering mess who was about to break.
"Is that all you've got?" he choked out, the words a strained, pathetic whisper that was laced with a defiant pride. "It... it feels good... but... but Rias-sama is better. She's still... better."
Li's bouncing came to a sudden, jarring halt. She froze, her firm, round ass hovering in front of him, a vision of overwhelming, suffocating perfection that was now tainted by her utter disbelief. She slowly turned her head, her emerald eyes narrowing into a furious, predatory glare. A low, dangerous hiss escaped her lips, a sound of pure, unadulterated rage.
"You... stubborn... bastard," she snarled, her usual seductive purr replaced by a harsh, guttural growl. "Fine. If that's how you want to play it. I'll fuck you until you can't even remember your own name, let alone hers."
She started to bounce again, a brutal, rhythmic motion that was twice as fast and twice as hard as before. The impact was a wet, fleshy thwack, thwack, thwack that echoed in the small apartment, a brutal percussion of pure pleasure. Her ass, a vision of lean, toned muscle, moved with a speed and a force that was both impressive and undeniably arousing. Each impact sent a fresh jolt of pleasure through him, a wave of sensation that made him see stars.
Ni's grip on his balls tightened, a punishing, possessive gesture that was a clear, unspoken sign of her anger. She whispered in his ear, a continuous torrent of sweet, venomous promises. "You'll give in. You'll break. We'll break you. You'll be ours. You'll cum for us. You'll scream our names."
Time lost all meaning. The world shrank to the feeling of Li's hot, wet pussy, the sight of her jiggling ass, the touch of Ni's hands, and the sound of their voices. Minutes bled into a half hour, then an hour. The pleasure was a constant, overwhelming assault, a fire that burned hotter and hotter, threatening to consume him whole. Naruto was a mess, a babbling, incoherent mess. Sweat beaded on his forehead, matting his blond hair. His muscles trembled with a desperate, aching strain. His moans were no longer sounds of pleasure, but of pure, agonizing struggle. He was holding on by a thread, a thin, fraying line of willpower that was being stretched to its absolute limit.
Just as the thread began to snap, just as he felt the familiar, desperate pull of an impending orgasm that he would no longer be able to deny, a new sound cut through his lust-filled mind.
Click.
The sound of a key turning in a lock.
The front door, which had been closed and bolted, swung open with a soft, creaking groan.
Li and Ni froze, and all three looked over at the doorway.
Standing in the doorway, framed by the dim light of the hallway, was a figure that exuded an aura of cold, disciplined authority. She was tall and slender, her posture ramrod straight. Her long, black hair fell to her waist. Her glasses, perched on her nose, glinted in the dim light, obscuring her eyes, but doing nothing to hide the look of utter, disgusted contempt on her beautiful, aristocratic face.
It was Tsubaki Shinra. And she did not look happy.
Chapter End
Author's Note: I hope you enjoyed. There are 5 more chapters posted on Subscribestar.adult/Nappar