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As Deidara lay in the bed of the cabin, drained of chakra after a week of hunting for the tailed beasts, Karin, a new medical Ninja for the Akatsuki rushed to his aid. She rolled up her sleeve and lent her arm. Deidara, having known her ability beforehand, grabbed a marked area. She felt his grip, and a biting sensation at the same time. Odd.
She felt some Chakra leave her body, which could only come from a bite. Deidara turned his body towards the window before she could ask, but she decided to pry a little more.
“May I see your hands?” She asked.
“Why?” Deidara asked back.
“You bit me.”
Deidara turned around, stuck out his tongue, and opened his palm, and opened his palm's mouth, wiggling its tongue. Maybe, he thought, this would scare her enough to back off.
Instead, this gesture filled her with curiosity. A burning question flared in her mind which she asked immediately.
“...do you touch yourself with that…?”
“What?”
She made a stroking gesture.
“I know what you meant!” Deidara barked back, shutting his eyes. “And it's not like it's any of your business.”
Karin huffed. “I probably would.” a mutter escaped from her lips.
Deidara opened an eye, giving a scowl of curiosity and mild annoyance.
“Ohhh? Say that again?” Since this annoying bitch wouldn't leave him alone, he might as well pry a little too.
“I'm jealous…” Karin said in a huff.
This was a boost for Deidara's ego. He laughed a little. He himself was aware of his abnormality, and couldn't believe it could be envied. At least, not at first.
Karin grabbed his arm and admired his hand. “Beautiful…” was all she could say.
Deidara pulled his hand away.
“Didn't your mother ever teach you not to touch masterpieces?”
“Could you make an exception for me?” Karin said with pleading eyes.
Deidara didn't want to admit it, but one glance confirmed an uncomfortable truth. Karin, annoying as she was, is also a masterpiece herself. His love for art was pure. It'd be an insult if he directly said no.
“Perhaps I could, but I don't want to drain your chakra.”
“I know a place…”
Karin unzipped her robe and revealed her breast, which had no markings in it. Pure, succulent, and ready. Deidara gave it a light touch, fondling it gently.
Karin leaned close, pushing past her own comfort zone with a shudder, just to whisper a question.
“Am I still a masterpiece?”
“You are.” Deidara let down his guard just a little, softening his voice into a serene sincerity.
“then please…admire me…with everything you have…” Karin began to gasp as she went into a drunken fever at her own sinful thoughts.
Deidara knew what she meant, but she wanted to hear it from her own mouth. He got up from the bed and fiercely gazed into her soul.
“Say it.”
“Use all your mouths on me…”
Finally, with that command, Deidara unleashed his mouth, and dragged its tongue on her teat before giving it a firm suck. Karin spammed and cried out from shock, drooling from her bottom lip before loosening it into a subtle, constant twitch.
He continued by sliding his free left hand down her shorts and shoving a tongue inside her aching cunt, forcing her to gasp.
“Yes!” she cried out, Her composure shatters that instant.
Deidara, sadistic as he is, couldn't bear to edge her any longer. It wasn't out of kindness, but his appreciation for art. The art that is her beautiful face, contorted from mindless arousal, provoked by her own sick fetish.
After what felt like the longest minute of her life, her body couldn't bear the relentless tongue-fucking. She collapsed and gave up her fluids to the greedy hand-creature waiting below.
Without a moment's pause, he put his cum soaked hand-tongue out of her shorts, and into her gaping mouth, letting her suck out all the saliva, as well as her own fluids. She held his arm without a second thought, groaning as she fervently made out with his hand, without even opening her eyes.
This gave him enough time to use his right hand to pleasure himself fully, without her noticing. He only released his hand's kiss after he finished. He finished off his victim by choking her with his left hand, pulling down her shorts and spanking and groping her with his right. Each hand had gave those parts nice firm lick before letting her go.
Karin fell to her knees, her innocent face ruined by saliva, and the scent of her own sex. Deidara looked at his masterpiece.
“Karin. You're truly a masterpiece.”
“T-thank you, Deidara.”