Free Shinobi in Naruto(With Divine Purple Card)

Kai found himself standing in a dimly lit room, the gentle flicker of candlelight casting long, mysterious shadows on the walls. The scent of scented candles wafted through the air, a comforting familiarity in the alien environment. The room was modest in size, furnished with a double bed and a mirror on the ceiling. A pair of nightstands sat on either side of the bed, each topped with an array of lit candles, their dancing flames painting the room in warm hues and giving it a somewhat louche atmosphere.

No sooner had he materialized, a pair of arms snaked around his waist from behind, their hold firm yet gentle. He did not startle, nor did he tense. Instead, he let himself lean back into the embrace, his instincts already having informed him who it was.

"I missed you," the voice murmured from behind him. It was a voice he knew all too well – soft yet assertive, tinged with a hint of melancholy. Tsunade.

He turned within her embrace, his hands reaching up to gently cradle her face. The dim light from the candles danced in her almond-shaped eyes, their depths reflecting the flickering flames. Her lips were a tempting vision, curved into a soft smile. Looking into her eyes, he responded quietly, "I miss you too, Tsunade."

Her expression softened at his words, and she leaned into his touch. She looked up at him, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "Can't you visit without me calling?" Tsunade asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

In the dim light, her vulnerability was all too evident. Yet it didn't make her any less beautiful to him. If anything, it added an endearing quality to her. Kai took a moment to study her face, the glow from the candles highlighting her features in a soft, warm light.

"I..." He began, his gaze steady on her face. "I'm not well-versed in such... interactions." He admitted, a flicker of discomfort flashing across his eyes.

Tsunade smiled, a small, sad smile. "I know, Kai." She said gently, bringing a hand up to trace his cheek. "I just... I miss you when you're not here."

He nodded, understanding the sentiment behind her words. He too missed her, in his own way. Kai wasn't prone to expressing his feelings, but he did feel a sense of loss when he wasn't around her.

"Promise me you'll try to come without me having to call?" Tsunade implored, her eyes searching his face for any sign of agreement.

"I promise," he said quietly. It was as close as he could get to an affirmation, his mind already trying to calculate the intervals at which he should visit to keep up with the norms of such a relationship.

Tsunade seemed satisfied with his answer. She leaned up to press a soft kiss against his lips, a tangible affirmation of their shared affection. As she pulled back, she gave him a gentle smile, her eyes shimmering with a mix of emotions.

Kai blinked, still unused to such expressions of affection. But he didn't pull away. He accepted it, allowed himself to be drawn into the warmth of her presence. He didn't understand these feelings, these sudden sparks of emotions that seemed to ignite whenever he was around her. But he wasn't repulsed by them either.

He found himself returning her kiss, his movements tentative, uncertain. He wasn't experienced in this, wasn't sure how to navigate the terrain of love and relationships. But he was willing to learn, willing to understand. For her.

After a moment, Tsunade pulled away, a gentle smile playing on her lips. She turned away from him, moving towards the bed. As she walked, she glanced back at him, a soft invitation in her gaze.

"Come to bed, Kai," she said softly. It wasn't an order, wasn't a demand. It was a simple request, laced with the promise of warmth and comfort.

Kai hesitated for a moment before following her. He wasn't used to such offers, wasn't sure how to respond. But he decided to accept it. He moved towards the bed, settling down beside her.

As they lay there, a comfortable silence enveloping them, Kai felt a sense of peace. It wasn't the same as the tranquility he usually felt when he was alone. This was different, warmer. It felt like... home.

Tsunade turned towards him, her eyes soft as she reached out to trace his face. "You're always welcome here, Kai," she said softly, her gaze never leaving his face. "Always."

As their lips met once again, Kai felt himself relax further. There was something about being near Tsunade that made everything else fade away, including his anxiety over their situation. His hands trailed down her side, feeling the curves of her body underneath his fingertips.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling herself closer and letting her head fall back as their kisses became more urgent. With her own buttons open, Tsunade's dress fell to the floor like snowflakes.

Naked except for her underwear, Kai admired her form in the low light before lowering himself onto her, enjoying the warmth between their bodies. They continued to explore each other through touch. Kai removed her bra, freed her big breasts. His hand cupped one of them, barely holding in his palm, his other hand went between her thighs.

She moaned, slightly opening her legs to allow easier access.He rubbed her through her panties, feeling her get wetter and wetter as he did so. As he did that, he kissed her neck and shoulder, using his free hand to stroke her hair.

Tsunade's breathing quickened as she felt Kai playing with her, her moans growing louder and filling the room. He soon pulled off her panties, leaving the two of them bare. He ground his erection against her, enjoying the feeling of her tits pressed against his bare chest, relishing in the feeling of touching her without the hindrance of clothing.

Tsunade grabbed him by the hair and yanked his head upwards, kissing him. Their tongues intertwined as they moved against each other with growing urgency. Her hands ran down his back, grabbed his butt, and pulled him into her.

He found her tight and wet for him. Her moans were a beautiful music to his ears. He slowed down a little, letting the first thrust take its time. He just wanted to savour the feeling of entering her, relish in her warmth, the welcome that her pussy gave him. He leaned his head into her neck and sucked the skin there, wanting to leave a mark on her.

She held him tight and moaned loudly, her voice more beautiful than any melody to his ears. As he thrust into her, he found no rhythm, just a frantic pace of seeking release.