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Pairings: Nariko Mori/Obito Uchiha, F/M pairing Chapter TW: Pirate AU, Magical AU, Merman!Obito x Pirate captain!Nariko, mentions of slavery, enslavement, shackles etc. suggestions of deaths, Kakashi is evil Chapter: 8/12 Chapter word count: 6,550 (59,504 for all work) Prompt for chapter: “Tailed beast” Chapter summary: Another dimension, another meeting - this time Nariko, a pirate, the captain of a ship "Konoha" finds herself at the auction, on which a strange creature shall be presented. Obito, the merman forced into human form through a collar put on him by an evil sea witch…

“Are you sure that the creature will be on today’s licitation, captain?” The question from a purple-haired woman sitting next to Nariko, was a clear sign of her impatience and disbelief. Not that she didn’t trust her captain, no. But the pursuit after a rare specimen that the merman was, to put it lightly, an obsession.

Sure, the crew always came first, but as soon as everyone was paid, having their affairs done and all matters closed, it was time for Nariko to finish her own matters.

And for that she needed a creature, able to dive deep into the ocean. Deeper than any of her crewmates could dive, and deeper than any human being could do it. To the very bottom of the ocean, where creatures like mermaids and leviathans lived. Where no human could ever go.

“I’m certain, Yugao,” with her eyes stuck on the stage where the big man with a skin tanned deep brown from the sun, Nariko nodded, “I’ve been gathering information for the past few weeks, and it will be here.”

“Hope you’re right,” Nariko’s next-in-command yawned out of boredom, “if not, evening round in the tavern is on you.”

“Again?”

“Oh, yeah. Anko already lost her last share, playing cards…”

Nariko only waved her hand to shush the woman next to her. How many times she heard that one, despite warning her crew to not lose last savings in gambling, wenches or drinks? Well, it didn’t matter. The whisper rolled through the crowd like a distant thunder, announcing that the main threat of the event was just being led to the stage.

As surprising as it was, it wasn’t a tub filled with water, with a beast’s tail sticking out of it, but it was just… A man. A peculiar one - hair was ordinarily black, and he was tall, but the right side of his face - and judging by his neck and arm, rest of that side of the body too - was covered in a net of scars; a history of some terrible accident that happened in his past. The rags he was clothed in were dirty and torn, with red stains here and there, and at his wrists and ankles heavy chains were dangling, connected to the one thing that looked like new - a collar he wore on his neck. A shimmering, obsydian-black hoop, with silver engravings.

“And now, the main course of our event!” The tanned man shouted through the babbling crowd, “A mysterious creature, caught in the southern hot waters, bound by the special collar that prevents him from returning into his natural form! New owner, what will you do? Cut off his tail? Sell the scales to the sea witches? Or maybe you’re in for some…” The man raised his eyebrows in an ambiguous and somehow sickening gesture, adding to it a nasty smirk, “Maybe you’re into some exotic adventure?”

The crowd again waved, people raised from their seats, trying to see the quite normal looking “mysterious creature” more thoroughly, deciding if the beaten man is worth their money.

“We’re starting from one thousand gold pieces!” Emphasizing every word the seller again screamed through the crowd’s murmur, “and we have a first offer! Thank you, enigmatic man in an even more enigmatic face mask! Will I hear one thousand and five hundred gold pieces?!”

Nariko’s hand instantly shot up, earning another cheerful scream from the seller, and encouragement to raise up the price with another five hundred gold.

Of course, the “enigmatic” man overbid her, forcing Nariko to overbid him. She was expecting to see him here, so the whole pran was prepared days before, when she learned about the auction.

She knew who that man was. She knew very well the white shag of hair, inherited after one of the legendary pirates, Sakumo. And she knew very well that unlike his father, Kakashi lacked honor in pursuing his goals, and with his crew, the mates of the “White Fang”, they were one of the most dangerous and merciless pirates on the seven seas.

And knowing that, knowing that Hatake man would probably use the creature to just find the treasures, keeping him in terrible conditions, or sell him even further. Or his parts in the worst case. So no, Nariko couldn’t let him buy the merman. Unlike him, she needed him only to find one small thing - a family trinket belonging to her mother, in exchange for freedom of the creature. Nothing more. No selling, no scales-plucking, no… Whatever sick people could imagine. Although there might be one problem - Hatake was much wealthier than Nariko. That’s why she needed Yugao next to her, and rest of her crew ready to do some fuss in the docks, near “Whit Fang”, exactly speaking.

So when the price started to sky-rocket, reaching dangerously close to all Nariko had, she gave Yougao a sign to provide a distraction.

The timing was perfect, and the outcome was exceeding Nariko’s expectations - her crew must’ve used all of their creativity, because soon one of the crewmates of Kakashi came running into the auction, screaming that there is a fire on “White Fang”.

A fire, on a ship, docked in a very busy place - that wasn’t something usual to see or hear about. Nariko’s crew certainly deserved another pay.

Distracted from the auction, the white-haired man tried to pay attention to the panicking blonde crewmember, who pulled his arm constantly, trying to drag him out of the place, and to what was happening on the stage. Yet, the hot-headed boy successfully disturbed his captain and people sitting around.

“And sold to the pretty lady with brown hair, the seeker of exotic pleasures! I’m sure this creature will be a treat for you! Get up,” the man growled, pulling the chains, giving it to one of the big thugs that were securing the event, who passed the cold metal into Nariko’s hands, along with the set of heavy metal keys.

Trying to avoid a painful look from the creature, and hateful gaze from Kakashi, Nariko gently pulled the chains, hating herself inside for doing that, leading her new purchase to her ship.

***

The inside of the cabin was simple, but cozy; it was obvious it belonged to the female - not only did the details like trinkets and colors give that away, but the scent. It was clear, not much different from the ones that mermaids left behind them.

As enjoyable as it could be in other circumstances, the heavy chains and collar were something that successfully prevented Obito from putting in little more thought. For now, he had to focus on surviving, and the first step in this would be to figure out what that unusual person wants from him.

Because she was something else. From the start he could just feel the disgust with which she held his chains. Sadness and compassion in her eyes was something he had seen for the first time in human eyes. And, oh, how gentle she was while leading him on the deck, and scoffing the other females for making foul comments before she closed the doors into the cabin. And she was… Beautiful, beyond words he knew that would describe it. Despite his uneasiness, his heart fluttered, when the doors closed and they were left alone, separated from the outside world.

If only she was a mermaid, if only she belonged to the same species… He would take her as his mate, a lifetime partner. Deep in his soul he knew her, her eyes looked into him in his dreams, but only now, seeing her in flesh, he realized that. But yet, their existence was meant to be in two separate words - her on the ground, and his under the water surface; the problem without a solution, two words that were not meant to mix, and yet he stood here, in human form, thanks to a magic from evil sea witch.

“What do you want from me?” The words came from his mouth harsher than he intended them to sound, and in his head, he scolded himself immediately.

“Ouch,” despite the rough tone, Nariko smiled at the man, “no need to be hostile right away.”

He wanted to say that he is sorry, he really said did. But the enmity he met from her kind so far made him say something else, “You’re human. You’re all the same.”

“Now I’m really hurt,” Nariko gasped in a fake offense. She was well aware that previous ‘owners’ could treat him like shit, so the only way of gaining even a tiny bit of his trust was to show him that neither her or her crew were anything like savages he met before, “I haven’t said anything to insult you yet.”

“You will. Matter of time.”

“Alright, alright,” the smile didn’t come off her lips, when she rolled her eyes, and reached for the carafe with water. She poured it into two cups, and took both in her hands, “I think we’ve started off on the wrong foot here.”

“Wrong foot?” Obito asked, confused. Not all human terms were understandable for him. Did she want to do something with his - sea goddess forgive him - legs?

“It’s a figure of speech, it means to start something wrong? Like you and me, we started our relationship just wrong.”

“Relationship?” He asked, more and more confused.

“Oh, just- Okay. I’m Nariko, captain of “Konoha”, the ship you’re currently on,” one of the glasses she was holding, she reached to the man. Another act of being nice, right?

“Obito. I’m a-” he looked into the cup, feeling suddenly how dry his mouth was, how that urge to drink that all in one big sip grew inside him, but he was able to hold himself.

“You’re a merman, yes, I know,” she said softly. He was hesitating, it was more than obvious for Nariko. Oh how cruel people were to that poor, intriguing thing… “Don’t worry, it’s not poisoned. I figured you might be thirsty, or hungry,” the captain of the ship pointed at a little table, standing in the corner of a cabin, “and certainly you need clothes and water to wash the dirt away, and-”

Knocking on the doors interrupted her in the mid sentence. Anko opened the doors on the whole width, so a curious crowd gathered nearby could take a look at what's going on inside.

“We are now on an open sea, Captain!” She saluted, unusually loud and officially. However her eyes were far from looking at Nariko - as well as the rest of the crew who had the line of sight Anko looked at the man, “and as you ordered, we looked through the supplies and found some clothes that should fit this… Me… Man, “she coughed, ineptly trying to mark that she wasn’t sure how to call Obito.

“Oh, very well, just… Put it somewhere-?” Off track and startled, Nariko gained a suggestive giggle from the rest of the crew, “oh shove it and get back to work! Or during our next stop, there will be no tavern and brothels!”

The giggle turned into a laugh, clearly heard from behind the closed doors along with the patter of feet running back to their usual occupations on the ship deck.

“So…” Obito opened his mouth before Nariko managed to say sorry for the behavior of her crew, “You're not gonna throw me under the deck and ask me about where I live, how many more of my kind are there, or ask about treasures that are left by my kin?”

“What? No,” dear gods, what he must have been through?!

“And you’re giving me clean clothes. Food. Water?”

“Yes, and there you can wash yourself from the dirt and- other things-” Nariko pointed at the pitcher and shallow bowl with a sponge inside, “the water is cold tho…”

“What do you want from me?” He seemed to be unbothered by the last fact she threw.

“What if I tell you that I need a small favor? A tiny one, and it would earn you freedom?”

Obito almost jumped from the excitement. He could go back home? No more being thrown from cell to cell, from hands to hands, being threatened? She could… He felt that the woman had compassion for him, and somehow, he knew she was speaking truth, “a freedom?! You gonna… You're gonna release me?”

“I will. I just need to ask you to retrieve some personal belongings. A family inheritance. It’s really just a small thing, but it’s on a sunken ship. Do this and I'll owe you your freedom.”

“There is nothing for free in your world, right?” Obito sighed, but a shy smile started to bloom on his lips. Adorable one, and if only the man wouldn’t be a merman who wanted to go back to his world, Nariko would have fallen for it instantly.

Because, there was no way for them to… Nariko shook off the thought. It was impossible, no matter how much she liked his smile, voice or… Him. “There are some things, but I’m not sure if you’d like to receive them. Now…” She wanted to leave him, but the low goosebumps-inducing grunt came out from the man.

“Damned chains! Uhh…” His wrists and ankles were still bound by heavy metal. Scoffing herself internally, Nariko grabbed the keys and jumped to Obito.

“Oh, right, I’m so sorry, I should have done this much earlier…” She grabbed the lock, and started to fiddle the key in the hole, feverishly trying to open it.

“How are you so sure I won’t run away?” Still amused by the woman’s kindness, Obito wasn’t really planning or running at this moment. She was nice, and he was curious about the human being, no matter the fact that the same curiosity brought him into captivity.

“I’m not. Let’s say I just have hope,” she smiled nicely, and gasped the moment she saw red, deep abrasions on his wrists. But he was patient, even if she could see jaw clenched from pain when she gently removed the shackles from his ankles, revealing the same wounds as on the other joints. But the feeling of relief immediately washed over Obito, making his eyes roll, and pushed out a deep exhale from his chest.

“Besides I… I can’t take off the collar yet…” Like she was apologizing, Nariko looked away from him, ashamed that she had her selfish reasons to hold him here, instead of immediately taking off his restraints and releasing him.

“Yeah, I understand… It’s… It doesn’t hurt me though, that damn witch made sure that it would be comfortable,” he snarled all of a sudden with a hateful grimace, ”besides, it's part of this deal, right? It’s better than being just a… Thing. Now I have perspective? Or hope, at least? It’s nice to get these off finally,” he smiled widely, showing off the white teeth many would envy, and yawned just after. Feeling more or less safe, without painful chains, next to a pretty lady, with a promise to be free in a couple of days, finally, Obito felt sleepy. Finally his human form seemed to say that he can rest here.

“You must be tired…” Nariko said softly, straightening her voice a bit right after, “I’m sorry, but I won’t let you sleep with the rest of the crew. They are decent people, but I’ve seen bottles of rum they tried to hide from me, quite ineptly. So the ones who are supposed to sleep will be just making naughty jokes, and I doubt if you’d enjoy that kind of company.”

“So far I enjoy your company.”

“You do?”

“Yes,” he nodded. Why would he lie? “You’re different. You don’t try to take my scales or cut my fin off. Or leave me somewhere under the earth, in a waterless room in this form. Or…” Powerful shiver went through his body, when the memories of awful things that humans threatened him to do, and what they did, came back to his mind. It was excruciating to even remember these.

“Hey, hey…” Nariko noticed that immediately, and out of a reflex she wrapped her arm around him. The merman was taller, so instead of squeezing his arms, she squeezed his waist gently, “I won’t do any of these, I swear on my life. Now… Please, refresh yourself and put on new clothes, and I will bring something to take care of these, alright?”

The man nodded, turning his eyes away so that pretty lady wouldn’t see little pearls of tears, running down his cheeks.

Yet, she did, and her heart shattered into a thousand pieces. Nariko felt bad for him, an innocent man just born in a certain world, hunted by her own kind and used, terrified if not tortured… How could she not be gentle with him? How could she not feel the urge to take care of him, and show him that her crew and her are nothing like the ones who he had the misfortune of meeting before? How could she not promise him to give his freedom, even if in a few hours she was sure it would break her heart? She left the cabin with a hole in her heart, already longing to go back there and stay in the cozy walls forever. An abyss that only Obito could fill.

Was this that mermaid magic that everyone was scared of, and the cause of demise for many sailors?

***

When Nariko came back, Obito was sitting on the small chair, slowly eating something from the offered food. He had to fight the initial urge to hide behind his back, as he was in the prison again, but when the woman asked if he likes the food, again his body relaxed and tore down another wall he out of a reflex started to build.

She was patient, waiting for Obito to finish, even eating with him. And when he was ready, she gently took care of his wounds, first putting a stinging solution with a sharp smell, and then wrapping clear bandages around wounded joints, soothing abrasions enough for the man to move wrists and ankles without pain.

The talk that began between them started off from some innocent questions - from Nariko about living in the world under the water surface, and from Obito about the world he was captive in for so long. And before they noticed, the day turned into the night, laughs and songs came from under the deck, as most of the crew was preparing to sleep. Even the ocean seemed like it was preparing for sleep, swaying the vessel only slightly.

Saying that he had to accustom himself to the proper human bed, Obito nested himself on the soft furniture. It was the best thing he felt in this form - not a cold rocky floor, not wet from sea goddess knew what fluids, but a soft thing where he could wrap himself in more softness that made him warm almost instantly.

“If you don’t like the bed I can hang a hammock here.”

“Are you kidding? Compared to stone walls and cold floors this is… This is amazing! And I can feel the water around. It’s moving… I can feel currents flowing beneath the wood… And tides, swaying this ship, in the same direction as the wind is blowing…” it was something beyond Nariko’s comprehension, as she got used to that sway over the years of sailing. And not without envy she listened to how he spoke about that, “We’re not moving fast now, and for a few moonrises we still will, but there will be a storm, I can feel it in the tide…” His eyes were closed, and he looked like he was talking in his sleep. An adorable sight that Nariko could loot at every day.

“You really can predict those things, Obito?”

“I do. I’m… Connected to the ocean, and when I’m surrounded by it I just… Know.”

“That’s a very helpful thing, and I see why every sailor dreams about having one of you on the ship. But don’t worry, I’ve made my promise,” she chuckled, seeing that one eye open suddenly, and observing her carefully, even if after a second or two he closed it out of tiredness. His voice was dreamy, his face too… There was no reason Nariko should wake him now, to have just some company to talk… She could stay a bit, watch him, but was there a point except her selfish urge? No, she shouldn’t… “I can see you’re tired. Rest now.”

“I will. But will you stay?” Obito asked all of a sudden, making her heart flutter out of excitement.

“If you want,” she said slowly, carefully. He could plan something to set himself free but… Why did she trust him the moment she saw him? “Then I will hang a hammock.”

“You don’t have to. Sleeping next to a pretty human like you won’t be as terrible as sleeping in between a bunch of stinky men.”

“Aren’t you a sweet one?” Suddenly, Nariko felt hot. Hot and aroused; excitement pooled down her belly. No, no, no. Nothing will happen. And he is not a seductive creature, after all, he is a merman, not a siren… “You would break a lot of hearts if you were a human.”

“I doubt it. I’ve seen those who were surrounded by other humans. Interacting. Talking. Laughing. Kissing. Even fucking. When I was dragged from place to place, I’ve seen how your kind is… Free on its own. You are beautiful, free and so careless… Each one of you is so different, and you’re not afraid of doing things, being proud that you are that way. In this form I’m nothing like any human I’ve met,” his finger lightly touched the scar on the right side of his face,” you, on the other hand, you’re more like them.”

“Me? How so?”

“You’re pretty. Good. You have a kind heart. I’ve seen your smile, there is nothing behind it. You don’t try to trick me or harm me… You’re flawless”

“I’m not flawless,” the bed squeaked when she gently sat down on the edge of it, “but it’s nice to hear that for once.”

Nariko reached for the kerosine lamp, giving the light to the small space; turning the knob she choked the flame and its light, making the moonlight trails glowing through the cracks in the shutters, the only source of light… So fortunately, one of them spilled the silver light on Obito’s eyes. They were glistening, black orbs that seemed to see in the darkness better than her.

“Are you sure I can sleep next to you?” Wanting a clear answer before her head touched the small pillow, Nariko asked, still staring at the dark eyes.

“Yes,” the man whispered, moving a bit, making more space for her.

Felt equally weird and right laying next to him; her curiosity made her look at Obito, with her eyes accommodated to the darkness, but the steady sway of the ship and soft sough of the sea lull her to deep sleep fairly easily.

She couldn’t possibly see how in the next hours his eyes were stuck at her frame, seeing her almost perfectly in the dull darkness and she couldn’t feel how, out of sudden courage and softness, Obito’s fingers brushed away a strand that fell on her face. His fingertip touched her skin by accident and a strange current spread through him, like a jolt just gently went through his body.

And Obito knew that could only mean one thing for him: he fell in love with that human stranger.

***

The days passed by peacefully - the wind gradually blew stronger day by day, foreshadowing incoming storms as Obito said, and the waves white manes became more visible; but it was still a serene sail, the one sailors dreamt of being on the open sea.

The crew was curious about the new “member”, but decent enough to not make fun of him, at least, while he was around, walking on the deck and observing the daily work; he even started to hum songs along with the crew while they were working, and overtime, he even got his hands on some minor and easy work - of course, under watchful Nariko’s eyes.

And speaking of Nariko, every moment spent with the merman, she grew closer to him, feeling strange… Connection between them, almost like they knew each other since forever. And even if it was merely a few days, Nariko could already see the signs of falling in love - elevated heartbeat, heavwaves everytime theyir bodies touched, accidentally or not, and that weird empty feeling when he was not in her sight… Every evening they sat in her cabin, drinking weak wine and talking - about really anything, only to keep the conversations going… At the beginning. Nariko told him about her family, about where she lived, where she traveled. She showed him maps, she showed him souvenirs and weapons she collected during the adventures… And he answered the same, first shyly talking about what he had seen and how the underwater world looks like. Then he even started to sketch specific places and details.

But after days avoiding the silence stopped being as natural as it was, their presence around each other started to be enough for them to… Just enjoy the company.

It went further though - first night they slept in one bed, Obito barely dared to touch her out of curiosity. But with every day that passed, he got braver, even to the point of sneaking his hands around her waist.

And what was Obito’s astonishment when Nariko murmured that it's nice, pushing her body against his more. On that morning, they woke up in each other’s embrace.

Yet, it wasn’t awkward. It wasn’t weird, they didn’t scream and push each other away.

It felt normal. Good. Right.

And Nariko was sure that if he’d initiate something, she’d agree. Moreover, she was sure she’d initiate something more than just hugging and spooning… Especially after she felt quite impressive boner the morning they woke up embraced

Even if this was going to happen just once… She has to try; to ask and hope he won’t refuse her.

So the evening before they were about to arrive, and they were already laying down in bed, embraced, with heart on her shoulder, Nariko turned around in his arms.

“Hey…” her voice was soft. In her imagination, Obito was already leaning to her, pressing his lips to hers.

But even if he had a similar thought in his mind, a weird urge to possess that human being, he wasn’t sure if it was possible. Yes, he has been with others of his species. But not with a human.

“Hmmm?” Obito purred slowly, his hands tightened on the woman’s waist, “is there something wrong, Nariko?”

“Absolutely not… Actually, everything is very… Very good,” with her hand, Nariko touched the man’s cheek. Expecting to feel him move away, she was nicely surprised, feeling how he leaned into the touch, “I was wanting to ask you something… I was wondering if-”

“Before you say anything,” panicked, thinking that she might say something else, Obito interrupted her, “May I ask something first?”

“Oh? Y-yeah?” The proximity of his face startled Nariko, “What is it?”

“Could I… I…” he had to take a deep breath. Asking his kin wasn’t something unusual, but here, with a human laying beside him. A human that made his insides stir and his imaginations being vivid, “can I kiss you?” He breathed out finally, cursing himself for asking only for a kiss.

“You can,” Nariko smiled, “but first can I ask my question?”

“Please-”

“Spend this night with me?”

With his heart fluttering, Obito was more than happy to oblige. He leaned forward, and without playing it slow or gentle, he closed the woman’s lips in a fierce, heated kiss. Nariko gaspep out of excitement, when her thighs clenched at the feeling. She thought he’d be rather cautious, curious and shy, but sudden change of the mood, the heat and so obvious need turned her on further.

Enough so she rolled over his body, sitting on his hips, feeling a twitching erection against her already wet cunt, only material of their pants separated them from feeling each other fully, but that wasn’t a problem for long - hungry for her touch, Obito quickly undressed the woman, first throwing their shirts he learned to tie and untie during past few days, and soon their pants landed on the floor too.

He had the advantage over her - the abilities that were still with him, his eyesight was much better than hers; he could see perfectly round breasts, curve of her waist, her thighs above his hips, so close from his cock, yet so far from the pleasure Obito wanted so much.

“The beauty…” He couldn’t stop himself from whispering, when his fingers trailed the path from her collarbones, through the valley of her breast down to her belly.

“Obito…” tilting her head to the side, Nariko let her hair flow with soft cascade on that side too. A cheeky smile bloomed on her lips, “you see in the dark?”

“Maybe. Better than you for sure,” his eyes were focused on her. He has seen human women before, but none of them could compare to Nariko.

“And what do you think?”

“You make me think that I shouldn’t ever take the collar off-”

“Would you?” Nariko leaned forward, her lips stopping an inch from his, “would you really?”

Obito only chuckled in answer. He would, he found his perfect other half. He didn’t care, not anymore, that Nariko was a human being. He didn’t care about the collar. He didn’t care that he wouldn't see others like him. As long as he could be next to her, sail with her, live on the sea with Nariko… He didn’t need anything else.

Nariko didn’t need any other confirmation, the chuckle was enough.

She could only rely on her touch and hearing. Unlike Obito’s, her eyes were not so useful here. So she immediately put her hands into use, wandering on the man’s body - from the neatly shaped collarbones, through his chest; both smooth and rigged, healthy tissue on the one side, against scarred on the other side of his body. And she wandered lower, to his abs, muscles so easily felt under fingertips. She could feel how tense he became under her touch, how the featherlike contact induced goosebumps all over his body.

As her hand reached lower, his breath hitched, the excitement rose with every move. When Nariko suddenly reached to his cock, now almost painfully hard and demanding attention, his back arched, and the loud groan rolled out from his tongue; even if he was far from combusting, the long needed and awaited touch was almost otherworldly - the human form offered different experience than his natural body, and he intended to enjoy it, squeeze out every ounce of pleasure he could.

But once Obito’s hands found her hips and started to knead her flesh, pressing her gently down, she knew he couldn't take any more of the teasing. So she followed as he pleased, her hand wrapped around his dick, feeling the pulsing vein under her palm, Nariko guided herself, slowly sinking onto the hard-on.

Again, the man's back arched. This feeling was familiar, but somehow new. Every nerve was burning, feeling the warmth and wetness coating him.

“Feeling good?” She asked softly, once he fully sank inside her.

“You’re a miracle, I swear,” he sighed, and following his instinct he pulled her hips forward, making her move, “fuck…

“Let me take the lead, hm?” Placing her hands on his, Nariko started to move fully, raising her hips to fall back down on him, making his dick hitting some spots deep inside her.

It was a relief for Nariko; it had been too long since she was with someone, and this man, this… Creature was everything she ever needed - perfect in every aspect, she could tell him that she already loves him. She could, if the moans that escaped her chest made anything else sound incoherent.

He indeed was perfect. The way he fit inside her pussy, the way he brushed over the certain spots she couldn’t reach herself, the way his finger squeezed her body, to the point she was sure the bruises would be visible for the next couple of days. She could only regret that she didn’t meet him earlier.

The pleasure washed over her suddenly, making her body stiff, and her walls fluttering. Nariko was loud, not caring if her crew could hear her or not (they probably already made bets if Obito and her would have sex anyway). Obito’s name rolled from her tongue as her back arched, and her hands squeezed Obito’s palms hard.

So close to his own peak, Obito felt how his head spinned. Inner muscles clenching around him drove him crazy, and he just needed to chase his own release. With one swift move the man rolled Nariko over, making her lay on her back, with knees pressed to her chest.

Picking up the fast pace he listened to her wails, he felt how the overstimulation made her pussy clench tighter, how another wave of trembling went through her body. That was something that drew the line for him, his thrusts became sloppier, heavier, when warm strings of cum painted the inside of her walls.

Breathing heavily, Obito rolled on the bed, his back hitting the soft material of sheets. His mind felt empty. Blank, relaxed, elevated.

“That was…” He whispered, but didn’t add anything else, as Nariko quickly snugged herself into his chest, making the man laugh and embrace her.

“Sun will rise soon. We should get up before the crew would see us,” seeing now much better, as the sky became brighter and the first signs of incoming morning slipped through the cracks in wooden windshields, Nariko chuckled; her body covered in droplets of sweat, her breathing still heavy and uneven.

“Would it be a bad thing?”

“No,” she hid her face into his chest, “I don’t care about what they think about it.”

“Then maybe,” he kissed the top of her head, “we could stay past the sunrise?”

She was about to say “yes”. She was about to turn her head and place a kiss on his lips, when a loud explosion tore the peaceful silence of the morning, and the ships shook, the plates and cups fell on the floor with the loud rumble.

That could mean only one thing, something she feared deeply with every day, with every hour being on the open sea. Along with her lover, she quickly grabbed her clothes, throwing them carelessly over her body, just to cover their bodies.

“Captain!” Yugao’s voice was loud, panicked and broken, heard very well before she opened the doors to captain’s quarters, “we’re being attacked!”

“By who?!”

“It’s “White Fang”, captain!”

Nariko was about to throw orders, to prepare the cannons, to fight with all they have even if “White Fang” was more advanced than “Konoha”, even if this fight was futile, when another explosion shook the air, and Yugao’s frame disappeared into the cloud of dust, smoke and debris.

The ship started to tilt, making her barely stand on her legs, making the metal plates and cups roll on the floor towards the tilt’s direction.

“No- Yugao-” She took a step to reach the cloud of dust, but Obito’s hands grabbed her arms and turned her around. Fear was painted on his face, but that was fear of losing her, not panic about his own life.

“Take off my collar!”

“But-”

“Do it or we both will die!”

“But my crew-!”

“You can’t do much now, the ship is going to sink!” Another explosion, another sound of snapping wood. The water started to flow into the cabin through the remnants of the doors, filling the space quickly. “Nariko, please take it off and take a deep breath, the deepest you can, alright?!”

“Fuck! Okay!” Her hands shook, as she took the key to his collar out of her pocket, praying to not drop it into the ocean's water, swallowing the vessel, already reaching her knees. She reached to the collar, grabbed the look with her hand to guide the key into the lock, “stupid fucking slippery-” finally she felt how it fits into the hole and turns with an ease, ”got it!” She shouted, when the water reached her chest.

Obito’s hands grabbed her thighs and wrapped them around his waist. He started to change fast - even if his facial features didn’t change, the gills on his neck, the fins on his arms were more than enough for Nariko to know that he already changed into his natural form. And the tail. She could feel it under her, how he moved differently, freely. How his body was slicker in touch.

“Breathe! Now!”

She complied, still holding the open collar with key tight in her hands, her body glued to the merman and her eyes closed shut. The water hit her face almost immediately, the flow of it was much faster than when she was swimming by herself, the speed that was impossible to reach for a human being.

Everything blended into one, her body numb from cold water and speed, the air in her lungs that didn’t last for long, the emotions and adrenaline that were whirling inside her… She didn’t notice when they emerged from the water. But when he saw her eyes closed, he panicked that he kept her underwater for too long.

“Nariko?! Nariko, please, open your eyes, please, please…”

“Obito-” taking a big swig of air, she opened her eyes. In the distance, she could see the smoke and the cursed “White Fang” sailing away from the spot where “Konoha” was just moments ago.

“You’re alive, thank the goddess, you’re alive,” he pressed her body firmly to his, putting a kiss on the side of her head.

“What… What now…” Full of emotions and grief, Nariko couldn’t stop the sob that shook her body. There was no way anyone would stay alive, not after an attack like that. And even if, then surely Kakashi’s crew took them captive, and without a good ship, the pursuit was just… Impossible.

“I don’t know… But we’ll figure it out… Let’s get us safely on the land first, okay?” Still holding her waist with one arm, he used his second hand to turn her head towards him, to focus her attention on him.

Nariko nodded, with eyes filled with tears. In one moment she lost the work of her life, but gained something else, far different from what she had. Her life crumbled in one moment, but… There was a spark of hope. She was alive. And so was Obito. She could feel his tail moving in the water underneath her. But she still helt the magical collar.

“Obito?”

“Yes?”

“I- Thank you…”

He smiled at her, both sadness and relief seeping from his gaze. Sun’s first rays emerged from the horizon, reflecting from the calm water, blinding both the woman and the merman.

***

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Aaaaaaaand late again for @naruto-smut-monday. IDK what to say. Really, I have no idea. I am so sorry, I promise I will be better someday (and I will be back on writing more I swear xD)

Pairings: Nariko Mori/Obito Uchiha, F/M pairing Chapter TW: Debauchery, loosely treating the subject of angels and god so please be aware if your religious beliefs might be hurt, corruption, virginity loss, oral sex (fem receiving), Angels AU Chapter: 7/12 Chapter word count: 6,851 (52,954 for all work) Prompt for chapter: “Innocence”Chapter summary: Again Nariko and Obito meet in a world where they don't know about each other; mortal enemies - she as an angel, pure and untouched, and he as the one they already have fallen. Again fate makes them meet in very unusual circumstances.

As usual, NSFW

The world was in ruins.

This war, by some called the end of times, was his fault. Well, not entirely, he was just fulfilling orders of the self-proclaimed god Madara, but he was the one to blow the first strike. And the second one. And the third… But he wasn’t the only one to follow, no. Madara collected the whole army, angels have fallen from their graces only to serve him possessed, by the visions of glory and freedom, the perfect world he would create for those who would follow… And then everything just fell apart. Angels who still stood with god Hashirama, were safe behind the walls of Great Cities, preparing crusades and holding off the attacks of those who have fallen…

Again, Obito looked at his wings with unfathomable longing. Formerly pearly white, by many called one of the most beautiful ones, were almost pitch-black, matching the color of his eyes and hair. Did he regret it? No. Even if his heart felt like it was about to jump out of his chest, cry in pain from yearning and loneliness every time he saw the lights in Konoha, or heard the chants echoing in the night. He couldn’t say he regretted his decision. Or, he never wanted to admit it to himself? Maybe.

All he has left from his previous life were memories; recalled on the evening like this, while he sat on the edge of a ruined building he accommodated as his place, and having a cup of a wine he found among the ruins, Obito observed the distant lights, and listened to voices carried by the wind. On a night like that, Obito’s heart trembled like it was praying for some sign that there was still hope for him, even if he knew that once he had fallen, once he had committed a sin following the false god, that feeling was futile and naive.

And he would’ve sat like that, contemplating his sins, if not the bright golden trail on the sky that appeared out of nowhere. And after it came another, and another… Growing bigger and brighter, the trails disappeared in between the distant buildings and the rumble started to be heard seconds after. That would mean only one thing - the light side was attacked and thrown to the ground. If it would be a single trail of light, it would be a scout patrolling the area or a too brave and virtuous angel, trying to bring justice alone. But Obito counted five lights in total - and that would mean a whole group was caught, the battle occured in the skies and now angels were laying between ruins, dead or wounded, waiting for their kind to find them or fallen ones to end them.

Knowing that there wasn’t much time, Obito decided to try his luck, and find at least one angel before the attackers. He didn’t care about the life that was laying there, he only wanted weapons, armor, any supplies the angel would carry… Anything that would be of use to him. Anything that would connect him to his past life, even if he wouldn’t admit it.

The vague halo of light wasn’t far from his lair. Shining through the rubble it was barely seen to Obito’s luck - less interest would mean more time for him, even if he didn’t need much. The layer of debris was thin, easy to move with just his hands without using much strength. Few bigger fragments of an old building and he could see a figure lying unconscious, with soft wings covered in red stains, contrasting with pure white.

A female. Odd thing, given that usually women were in service of lazarettes or choirs, rarely engaging in battle.

“Well, well. That is a surprise…” He chuckled to himself, reaching to the body. Her vitals were weak but she was strong. With some help she could get back to health, even if one of the wounds on her wings looked nasty. “Sorry darling, I guess it’s your bad day,” he was about to take the short dagger from her belt, but something inside him protested, stopping him in mid-air.

What if… What if he could help her? Would that be a good deed he was eager to do back when he was a light creature? Or was it just an urge of his heart, to have someone to talk to, someone to look at? She wasn’t a typical beauty he remembered from the Great City, yet somehow she felt familiar. Maybe because they have been the same kind once, or maybe he had seen her before the rebellion?

Whatever it was, Obito had little time to decide. Vultures that would desecrate her and strip from everything she had were close, roaming around and looking for their prey.

“Well it looks like it’s not that bad of a day for you…” He murmured, taking the motionless body in his hands. She let out a painful wail in her unconsciousness, but there was no time to check why the angel made it. A cloud of dust rose from the scorched dry earth, when Obito’s wings silently hit the night air.

***

When senses started to come back to Nariko, the vague but sharp scent of alcohol wasn’t the thing that overwhelmed her from the start; neither was the sound of a storm raging outside like it was the judgment day.

The pain in her wing was firing up the fireworks under her skull, at first making her unable to open her eyes or even move.

Her group… Her group was attacked. Two fallen angels along with a demon, turned out too much for the group of five angels, patrolling the area after one of her brothers was attacked… They tried to look for the missing kinsman but… At least she is alive. Maybe someone from her team survived too and found her and now they're hiding… and even if it wasn’t her team mates, she wasn’t blindfolded, she wasn’t restrained in any way, so she wasn’t caprice of any kind. Well whatever it was, she had to open her eyes to see what’s going on.

Despite the gray sky and rain pouring with a thick veil from it, the room was quite bright. Enough to blind her for a second, before her eyes, apparently closed for a long time, would adjust. This wasn’t what she knew from the Great City. The walls were plain and gray-ish, with a tapestry brought from various places, apparently trying to brighten up the few square feet that served as a living space. Except for the quite soft bed Nariko was laying on, wrapped in a clean blanket, a few other pieces of furniture were present around: a wardrobe, table, armchairs, bookshelves full of papers and books… But the curtain in the corner caught her attention. The veil made from light material moved along with the motions and sounds that came from behind it.

Absolute bewilderment hit her the moment the curtain parted, showing the tall black-haired man, with his wings dark as night but nevertheless in shape like hers- A fallen angel!

Actually a half naked fallen angel! With only a towel wrapped around his hips, showing off the well-shaped body and awful scars on the right side, along with the right wing - part of it featherless, covered in scarred tissue. What could damage him like that? A hellfire, probably. Was he a warrior? What has he done to fall-

But he was the enemy, a fallen angel that turned from God Hashirama, and joined the rebellion. A sinner that wandered off from the path of enlightenment. Abashed and unsure, Nariko pulled the blanket up, instinctively covering her whole body from the stranger’s eyes. She wasn’t scared, no. She used to fight those like him but now she was weakened, in an unknown territory.

Better first to gather information about what happened, and then, when she would know the enemy, she should strike. Even if that shit-eating wide grin of his made her belly feel funny all of a sudden.

“Hello there, doll,” Obito chuckled, making Nariko pull the cover even further, “no need to be shy.”

“Who- who are you,” she asked with a shaky voice, still dealing with the pain. She knew him. She was sure of it. She has seen him somewhere. In the Great City? The temple of Hashirama? Why did he seem so familiar… “You’re a fallen one-”

“Perceptive, I see,” he laughed loudly for a moment, making his wings shake a little, “I’m sure you know who I am, but maybe you didn’t connect the name to appearance yet, even if it’s quite… characteristic. I’m Obito,” the man bowed slightly, moving out of the curtained area to the light of the room.

His body moved in a way Nariko never saw. Not like she had the opportunity to see other male angels in the Great City, maybe once, when she accidentally came to the wrong bathing room. She had been repenting it for weeks before she was let out of the temple.

So her reaction to this was pure - the blush painted her cheeks fiery red, and her whole body started to shiver in an unfamiliar way. The curiosity to look more was fighting the will to keep her thoughts pure and intact. So she turned her head away.

“I know that name,” she breathed out, “you were one of the first who have fallen. I should kill you-”

“Well you can try. But after you heal those wounds,” the fallen angel pointed at her wing.

The wound was indeed quite big. Something pierced her wing at the top part, leaving a nasty hole that started to heal. Pain in other places like the back and calf indicated there were more injuries, but not as severe as this one. Until this one is healed, she is unable to walk, thus, she is stuck here. With him…?

“Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you,” he smiled, again in that cheeky demeanor, “for now.”

“What do you mean for now?!” Exclaiming, Nariko turned to face him, only to be abashed by his body once again, “what do you mean by not hurting me for now?!”

“Well, if you’ll ask me to…” He started off innocently, but having completely shameful thoughts right now. A pure angel, with wings like snow, laying in his bed. She was pretty, with brown hair and eyes, little sharper face features but somehow soft still. She would look delicious with that white robe unbuttoned, showing her naked untouched body, hair splayed in a halo on the pillow, sinful moans coming out from her throa,t shyly begging him for more as he would ruin her innocence… Well he should not think about wearing only a towel on his hips. The material was already raised forming a tent, as his cock twitched demanding to fulfill the vivid imagination.

“What is that- Is that a-” why was she put in a situation like that?! Pulling the blanket on her head she cut off any visuals she had on the man. She knew what penis was, as the basic anatomy was something most warriors needed to know. She just never saw a real one. Not to mention - an erected one.

Obito can’t hold a laugh. What an adorable little being she was, “that’s a penis. Cock. Dick. Shaft. Bone. Hot-”

“Can you stop?!” Nariko shrieked from under the cover.

“Come on. A brave warrior of god is scared of genitalia? Well now, that’s something we should know about earlier-”

“It’s immoral!”

“Oh it is,” Obito chuckled, putting on a loose material pants. He was able to control himself, enough to put his cock in order for now. Later, he will recall that image, and just make himself feel good. Nothing new, nothing unusual, “you never thought about anything immoral?”

What kind of question was that?! Sinful, wrong and immoral! She couldn’t let him turn her into a fallen one too! “I won’t let you steal my light!”

“Your light? Pffff! Who said I would want to do that,” the man lied, grabbing the edge of the blanket, pulling it down to see the angel’s face. He had to push some force to it, as the creature was stubborn and despite the wounds - strong, “come on, I need to inspect your wounds.”

“Don’t touch me-”

“I already did, doll,” a light chuckle escaped his chest.

“What-”

“Who do you think tended your wounds, hm?”

“You-”

“I did,” interrupting her, he nodded, pulling the blanket completely off her.

The air was cold, and Nariko shivered instantly from the temperature difference, “w-wait, that would mean that you saved me from-”

“I did. You were unconscious when I found you, lying covered in debris of all kinds,” carefully looking at her calf, he only inspected the wound. It was healing smoothly, although it would leave a scar on that pretty shapely leg, “I brought you here so the vultures wouldn’t hunt you down and… Well, I’m sure you’re aware of what would have happened.”

Nariko nodded. She was well-aware of that. The stories in barracks were always the same: violent and bloody, making her pray to never let her fall into their hands. Was this an answer to her prayers? “Why… Why did you do that? You’re a fallen angel…”

“And that would mean I’m an evil one, right? Let’s say I saved you for my own selfish reasons. A whim, you can call it.”

“So you would use me?”

“You think I would wait until you open your eyes then?” Obito rolled his eyes annoyed with the attitude. He pulled the blanket back on her, and continued like nothing happened, “your back looked good, I only cleaned the wound. It was shallow but it tore your robe on the back.”

“Wait- That’s the same robe- You didn’t undress me-” Heavy blush appeared back on her cheeks, making Obito lightly chuckle.

“Told you. Now, may I touch your wing?”

“Suddenly, you’re concerned about my consent?” She retorted immediately. He was more familiar than just a name well-known in all of the Great Cities, as one of the first traitors. He wasn't a blood-thirsty threat like everyone painted him in stories about the end of the world. And he was right, why would he wait? He could use her and kill her the moment he found her. Instead, the fallen angel took Nariko to his hideout, and took care of her… “I shouldn’t say that…”

“Finally, something smart came from that pretty mouth,” Obito moved closer to her wing, looking carefully at the deep claret shape, “so, may I?”

“Fine,” Nariko nodded, “but I will hurt you if you’d try something more-”

“Of course, darling,” the man chuckled again, gently touching the feathers, so soft and contrasting with his, “would you hurt me if I would ask for your name?”

“My name? It’s N- shit-!” The sharp pain in her wing made her curl at the spot, almost throwing the man off the bed.

“Nshit? Rather peculiar one,” he chuckled, trying not to show that he feels sorry for her, just the tiniest bit.

“N-no…” Through gritted teeth the angel was able to answer, “It’s Nariko-”

“Nariko? That’s better than Nshit… Hold on, this will hurt. I need to put an ointment on it.”

As weird as it was, Nariko did her best to not move an inch, even if the pain was overwhelming, again bursting with white flame under her skull. The fallen angel helped her, tending her wounds as gently as possible - not feeding on her misery and pain, not taunting her because of that. Maybe… Maybe there was still hope for him? Was there a greater miracle than converting a fallen one? But slowly… First she needs to feel better and find the rest… Maybe he’d know…

“So… My group-” she started but got interrupted by the burst of pain again.

It was obvious to Obito what she was asking. She sighed and opened his mouth, “if your team was a group of five, I’m afraid I won’t have good news…”

“They’re all…” Suddenly, Nariko’s eyes started to sting, and a big tear rolled down her cheek. Even if she didn’t know the rest of the squad too well, suddenly she felt an awful consuming void somewhere in her chest.

“I’m afraid so. I didn’t check but it’s been three days since it happened… I wouldn’t put much hope into finding them. Especially that I’ve seen vultures around, wearing some angelic equipment…” Sighing again, Obito put the last smear of green goo on the wound. “There. It’s done,” he said, gently smiling to the woman, “you need to rest for a few days. At least until you’ll be able to fly again. For obvious reasons, I won’t be able to drop you off to the Great City, and well… I won’t let you leave until you’re healed.”

“Thank you…?”

“You're welcome. As I said, my own selfish premise,” he chuckled once more, “also, you could use a bath. You reek like the 4th circle of hell…”

Again, Nariko’s face started to burn with a deep blush.

***

The days passed in the blink of an eye, and with each one Nariko gained more strength; the thought that maybe the fallen angel indeed didn't want to hurt her was reassuring and it made the healing process a bit easier. Respecting her and asking every time if she allowed him to touch her in order to change her bandages.

Of course, the unrefined dirty jokes were something he couldn't let go. Nariko didn’t realize that she was really an eye-candy for Obito - the more he saw her, the prettier she was for him. And the way she blushed, pulled the blanket to cover herself even if fully clothed, the way she was sleeping with little tantrums at night, making the overaware fallen angel awake… Besides, the feeling that they might know each other somehow deepened with every talk they had, even if there was no logical explanation for that.

It just was like this and he couldn’t explain it. She couldn’t either, feeling in a very similar way; she heard about Obito, all bad and nasty stuff. But now he seemed like a long-gone friend, familiar she knew in the Great Gity… But it was just physically impossible.

One thing worried Nariko though - all that talking made her too truthful towards the fallen angel. And all his dirty, sinful talking made her… have dreams she wasn’t supposed to have - recalling the sight of his half-naked body the first time, waking her up at night, making her thighs clench in a weird but somehow pleasant way. The dreams that made Obito laying next to her, barely touching her skin in the places she thought were inappropriate to even show.

Apart from that, another serious problem was a soon and inevitable separation - with her strength back, Nariko would be able to return home, forced to leave Obito there. And that little bond created between them was growing to a level of a critical problem…

Growing enough for Nariko to attempt to convince him that his reunion with angels was possible, whether because of the wish to perform a miracle, or just a selfish desire to have him near.

That one, the need of trying to perform a good deed, bringing a lost soul back home, caused a quarrel between them. It all started from Nariko being too curious about the sins Obito committed. At first, he wasn’t so keen on sharing that knowledge with her, but when he finally erupted, he was rambling for almost over an hour sharing a big part of a bad thing he did, including…

Well, including all the sex adventures he’s been through with other fallen angels, demons and other humanoid creatures, describing so many detailed positions and ways he did that, Nariko’s whole body was burning from both abashment and, surprisingly, newly-discovered desire.

But despite that, she tried, and tried so hard… She even brought the argument that Hashirama is merciful, and loves all the creatures, and if only Obito won’t be so stupidly stubborn-

“Why won’t you repent? I’m sure Hashirama would forgive you… ”

“No. I can’t,” Obito stormed through the room once again, getting ready to fly out and blow off some steam. Away from the angel, before he would throw himself on her and start kissing those innocent lips. Oh, he bet they taste like strawberries, so plump and red… “My sins are far too great to be forgiven. I only deserve to burn to ash,” bitterness seeped through his words. He had no chance to be as pure as she was offering, and apparently Nariko couldn’t comprehend that.

“You don’t know that!”

“I know! I know it very well!”

“You don’t, you stupid, stubborn, shit-eating imbecile!” Nariko screamed. And as soon as she realized what words poured from her mouth, her face turned into a visual of true regret and shame.

“Shit-eating imbecile?” On the other hand, Obito couldn’t resist putting on a wide grin, showing an even row of white teeth. That was something new. Such sharp words from the woman, indicating one thing. That little angel, delicate and beautiful divine creature that was put in a soldier role was already reaching to the darker side. He could prevent it now. He could just let it happen… She would stay here then, although he wasn’t sure if she would ever forgive him. As that was something he wasn’t ready for. He’d rather have the awareness that she is in the Great City, repenting, than knowing she has fallen but hates him to the bone.

“I- I- Forgive me-! I shouldn’t-!” The panic was taking over Nariko making her stutter, even more when she saw the man coming closer to her, with his arms open.

But to her surprise he… Hugged her. A simple and affable gesture, like he wanted to reassure that everything was fine. It was so odd, feeling the warmth of the body in another way than in the battle, back to back, fighting and protecting each other.

“I know. Believe me, I know. I know everything, Nariko,” taking a breath Obito inhaled the scent that Nariko carried. The soap she used here, his clothes he gave her (not without angel’s protest) - it all smelled differently on Nariko. More subtle than on him, and with a hint of some flowers that must be her natural scent… Suddenly he crowned the top of her head with a gentle kiss, before he moved away. “Rest. I’ll be back before sundown. You need strength for the night to get into the City.

With a heavy heart Obito suppressed the urge to stay and kiss her lips and, before the angel would say anything, the man’s wings silently hit the air letting him disappear from Nariko’s sight.

***

It was dark already, way past the sundown unlike he promised, when Obito returned to his hideout. Heavy curtains successfully cut off any light that would come from his spot, making the place well-hidden. Another thing if he would be alone there - the population of the damned knew him well, and some of them would not hesitate to drop by on occasion. The light ones were not the type to knock on his doors, so that wasn’t a problem either.

But since Nariko was hiding temporarily at his place, the possibility of a misunderstanding to call it lightly was high. And it was the last thing he wanted.

Her voice welcoming him home was something he could get used to. He could kiss the top of her head, and ask her what she wanted to do. They could read books together, sinful or not, watch the stars on the rooftop of ruined buildings, have a flight through the night, looking for the perfect spot to make love…

But she’d be gone soon, so all he could have now were high hopes.

“You’re back,” Nariko stood up from the comfortable armchair, putting away the book she had been reading. Arthurian legends, one of the books created centuries before the world ended. She seemed to be enjoying it, she giggled a few times while reading it, making Obito’s heart skip a beat. Her old robe, now clean and fixed, was again hanging loosely on her frame, hiding pretty curves Obito had already memorized from when she was wearing his clothes.

“I thought you’d be gone before I’d be back,” there was no point in hiding it, he looked surprised enough already.

Suddenly, Nariko bit her lower lip - a gesture unknown for her but it felt somehow natural, “I wanted to… Say goodbye? You… You’ve been good to me.”

“Well I guess it’s fortunate I’ve found you that day, right?”

“Yes… Thank you,” Nariko took a step closer, “I- I don’t know how else I could say my gratitude…”

“Well, not telling other angels about my hideout would be enough,” he ignored the fact that his heart was screaming to not let her go, a threat that it could be shattered in thousands of pieces if she’d be gone. But Obito brushed off the feeling with a fake smile.

She smiled too, not able to hide the sadness like he did, “so…”

“So…”

“I should be going…” She took another step towards Obito. Truth was, she didn’t want to. This short glimpse of life so different from the one she knew since the day she was created, was thrilling and different enough to give Nariko feeling she never felt. Intoxicating, making her stomach feel funny. She was… Free.

“Yes. Yes you should, Nariko,” wanting to hide the pain and tears that started to gather in his eyes, Obito suddenly opened his arms, and with one motion he wrapped them around her waist, pulling her closer. At least for one moment he’d feel her closer than ever. Her heat, her scent, the beat of her heart… But as he put his chin on her shoulder, looking down on her wings, Obito noticed something that shouldn’t be there - gray, almost black-ish feathers at the base of her wings. The sign change that started, but wasn’t yet completed. He gasped, and grabbing one tiny feather close to her back, he plucked it with one swift move.

“What- Hey!” Trying to turn around to look at the base of her wings must have looked ridiculously, “what was that about-” she started with an angry tone, but the voice died in her throat once she noticed the feather Obito was holding, “oh-”

“Oh indeed…” Obito murmured. He couldn’t stop her. Not against her will… “It’s just a few feathers. I'm sure if you go back now your punishment won’t be severe, although I’d need to find a new place... You didn’t do anything except spend time with me. It’s- I never thought that could be a sin, but apparently- Well, I’m doing a bad influence on you,” he giggled.

“Influence- Yes,” she knew the reason. She knew it very well, “sitting with you wasn’t… It’s not the cause. It’s too simple.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“I-”

“Yes?”

Well, now it was too late to bail out. She started, so now she shall finish. That’s what her commander always said when she hesitated; it didn’t matter now that he said it when she hesitated to kill another being…

“I had- thoughts- Dreams-”

“What thoughts? What dreams?” He took a step forward with every word, making her take a step back. Only a few more, and her wings and back hit the wall.

“Sinful-” She breathed out, suddenly feeling how her body started to burn. Like a living fire was set inside, and she had no idea how to put it out.

“Look, Nariko,” holding it between his fingers, Obito brought the feather to her eyes. He sighed, before he opened his mouth, “this is the sign you’re walking on thin ice, and it’s about to crack under your feet. I don’t want to- I mean, I want to make you fall, but I don’t want to force you. It’s a path it’s not easy to return from, and… And I don’t know if it’s even possible to repent.”

“What are you suggesting?”

“That you should go before you will fall like me.”

Now, that was something she didn’t comprehend. He just said he wants her to fall… But he didn’t want to at the same time? Confused, and panicked because he started to move away, and the warmth of his body started to fade away, Nariko almost frantically moved towards him, like she was trying to maintain the contact, “Obito?”

“Yes?” His body was so close to hers again, rubbing against the hot feminine figure with every deep breath he took to contain himself. His cock started to demand the angel once again, and she felt that very clearly this time, “Nariko… If you don't go now, I won’t let you go at all. And those sinful thoughts will stop being just thoughts.”

“And if- If I don’t want to go-?” She breathed out, with thoughts racing through her head. If she would accept that she is drawn but the path of sin… Would she be allowed to stay with him? Would it mean she’ll be damned, but damned with him? Or she would be struck with lightning, thrown away and sent to the most unfriendly part of the universe? “What if… I want to- What if I want to stay with you?”

“Then say it,” the man growled, on the verge of his patience, “tell me you want to stay. Tell me you want me in full as I want every part of your existence.”

“I-”

“Say. It.”

“I want to stay with you-”

“And?”

“I- I want you whole-”

Obito almost didn’t let the angel finish her sentence as his lips pressed to hers. He moved, opened them a little, touched soft, plump flesh… Yet her lips stayed sealed, clenched hard. Nariko’s breath was heavy, and her heart almost jumped out from excitement.

“Open your mouth a little,” parting away for a moment, Obito smiled. She was so inexperienced, so innocent… Leading her would be both a pleasure and a privilege, “and follow me.”

Nariko nodded, and this time, Obito was more gentle too. Nibbling on her lips first, breaking the first ice. Parting her lips was a sign for the fallen angel, that Nariko relaxed enough to just let herself be led by the moment, not overthinking it, not focusing on what she should do. Her body knew what to do, she was just not aware of that. It was her tongue that first pushed against his, exploring the inside of his mouth. That feeling inside her… She needed to put it away, but she didn’t know how. But surely the fallen angel knew…

Obito was excited, almost too much; he had to restrain himself from tearing in pieces that robe from her body. If they were not designed to kiss, fuck, touch, love… For what they needed their bodies in the form like they had? So his astonishment was great when her hands reached to the buttons of white material, undoing them from the top, enough to let it slide down on the ground. Still, her arm wrapped on her breasts, palm covered her womanhood in a shy gesture. It felt like it was something she was supposed to do - expose her in a way nobody had seen her before, yet it was sinful, something she has been taught to be wrong. And once he parted away, to look at her body, her wings involuntarily darted to help her hands in hiding.

The black-winged angel laughed softly, while his hands brushed the still white feathers, so velvety under his fingers, “you truly are innocent.”

“I- I’m not sure what- What to do…”

“Just trust me,” with gentle strokes, Obito’s palms moved a bit the white wings that were blocking the view, “I won’t hurt you.”

“I know…” she breathed out, and her voice jittered the tiniest bit, “I know.”

“Then,” rough palms moved to her arms, repeating the motion he uncovered Narikio’s body, “let me see you, darling.”

She took a deep breath before she revealed every part of her body, and once Obito’s eyes laid on the pale skin, he fell to his knees with elation and worship in his eyes. The most perfect sight he could wished for, the one that could be the last in his life. And without a second more of waste Obito’s lips found their way to Nariko’s body, first meeting soft skin on her calf, placing kiss after kiss, moving with every touch a little bit higher, until he reached her knee, then her thigh. The sounds she made, loud exhales and deep inhales, the shiver and goosebumps he could feel under his lips, her hands trying to muffle the sounds coming out of her - it all drove Obito mad, but even if he could just take Nariko where she stood he had to control himself a little more; for her sake. But he felt as he reached her groin and then stomach, how tense she was, how nervousness filled every part of Nariko’s body.

“Let’s relax you a little, shall we?”

Before Nariko was able to ask him what it meant, her back arched off the wall as the new feeling hit her with force. At first, she was unable to comprehend what happened, but after a second she understood. It was his tongue, running fast tight circles on her clit while his palms were pressed to her ass with a firm grip of his fingers digging into the soft flesh, keeping her hips locked.

But she didn’t intend to run, no. The feeling that started to form in her lower belly overwhelmed her, made her let out sounds she never thought existed. Her body felt weak, her head was suddenly dizzy; every part of her was shaking, wings made a quiet rustling sound, as they shook along with her.

All that - her moans, her shrudders, the tension she felt, all of that grew with every second, as Obito didn’t stop for a tiniest bit, moving his tongue even faster, altering from circling with his tongue on her clit to lapping at her entrance now dripping from the excitement.

She didn’t notice when her leg was thrown over Obito’s arm or when her fingers entwined in his black hair, lost in the intoxicating new sensation that suddenly made her absolutely weak, like she just climbed on top of the mountain and fell right off it.

The man was ready for it, upholding her body so the angel wouldn’t fall on the floor. He noticed that the feathers now over her shoulders turned into the dark gray tones, progressing as she sinned more. Her eyes were wandering around, but mainly, studying Obito’s body, curiosity mixed with mild weariness overcame the fear and uncertainty he could have seen in them at the beginning.

“I- That was- Is that- over…?”

“Oh it’s far from being over,” he kissed her lips gently, his chin still covered in her slick, “you’re okay?”

“Yeah… Yeah, I think so… What’s next?”

“Mmm,” Obito purred, ”I’m glad you asked. Now we gotta get into the bed,” and without waiting for her answer, he grabbed the underside of their thighs and raised her like she was weightless. It made her chuckle. For the first time, instead of yelping, gasping or burning with blush, Nariko’s face brightened up, like a diamond that stole all the light and radiated with one herself.

Her back landed softly on the bed, and her wings spread wider to make it more comfortable for them both. Just like in his imagination - her hair splayed with halo around her head, flowing cascades off the pillow. He was quick to discard his own clothes, not wanting to waste any more time, and not making her wait. He could see how she was shivering, and her eyes grew with every piece of clothing he took off - especially when he finally uncovered his cock, aching to be touched and feel the tight inside of her cunt. But, he needed to be slow, any rush would hurt the fragile woman.

“Are you sure you want this?” He asked once he hovered over her frame, naked bodies touching, hot and craving each other.

“Yes…-”

“Good. I want it too,” Obito reassured her, kissing her forehead, “It may hurt a little. If there is anything wrong, just tell me, and I’ll stop, okay?” He kissed her again, and the tip of his cock touched the wet and tight entrance, making the woman shiver once again.

Nariko nodded, unable to say anything as her throat was squeezed by excitement and a bit of anxiety. She knew the fallen angel wouldn't hurt her, it wasn't a fright caused by him. But by the uncertainty of how it would feel like. Nothing could prepare her for the feeling. The slow stretch inside and the dull pain - two main things Nariko could feel as Obito moved his hips back and forth slowly, entering her deeper and deeper.

Not long after, a silent hiss came out her mouth, as it became too much suddenly, “Obito-”

“Shhh… I’m here,” He stopped immediately, not wanting to cause her more pain, giving her a moment to adjust and get used to the new feeling. Besides, he had to take a breath as well - feeling the tightness of her pussy almost made him cum on the spot. He had to take it slow too, or he would just ruin it whole for them both, “it will pass, don’t worry. Unless you want to stop it.”

“N-no. Just wait a moment, okay? Just a moment-”

The man smiled, brushing off the lone strand of her hair that landed on his face, “of course.”

“How- How do you- Feel?” Nariko breathed out after a short while, when the feeling wasn’t that overwhelming anymore, and now she was feeling unusually… Full. In a pleasurable and exciting way.

“How do I feel?” he echoed, sneaking his hand under her back and around her waist, wrapping his arm around her tight, raising her a little. With his wings spread wide he covered them both, hiding them almost like under a feathery dome. Obito moved his hips slowly, carefully testing the waters. Nariko gasped and her eyes rolled as an answer to the motion, so he just continued to slow movement, “darling, I’m back in grace thanks to you. You feel divine. You are a goddess. A perfect creature. The greatest beauty that ever set her foot on this world.” Obito dived into Nariko’s lips, giving her an erratic kiss.

They did not speak more, focused on each other’s bodies, touching each other gently, exploring every spot they could reach, filling the room with their gasps and moans, meeting their lips countless times.

“Oh god-” finally, when the tightness in her belly grew to almost unbearable point, Nariko opened her mouth to let out something more than a moan out of her chest.

“Tsk! Don’t call his name,” the low growl sounded near her ear, making her thighs and pussy clench, “call mine.”

And who was she to disobey, she was his after all, “O-Obito-”

“That’s it, a bit more my darling-!” Encouraging her to say it again, his hips moved faster, losing the previous pace, “oh, my angel-”

“Obito!” A loud cry of pleasure echoed in the room. Everything inside Nariko suddenly relaxed with an intensive shudder of her body. Her high brought Obito to the edge too; he hid his face in the crook of her neck, as his cock twitched, spilling thick ropes of his cum inside.

Panting, sweaty and dizzy, Obito sat down on the bed, looking at the woman that just let him have the honor of being her first man ever. The room around was gray-ish, and that would mean their act lasted for the whole night, and outside there was already a morning.

“Your wings…” looking at once white feathers Obito could see the dark tones; he didn’t notice it before, focusing all his attention on her during the act. Nariko sat down so she could see them, spreading her wings enough to see them in front of her face, “do you want to see them in the daylight?”

She nodded, pulling the sheet on her body all of a sudden, “I’m… It’s done, isn’t it?

“Your change?” He chuckled at the little gesture she made and kissed her forehead, “Not yet. It will last for a couple more days. But it has started.”

“Will it hurt?”

“No,” he smiled, standing up and getting close to one of the curtains. Hidden well or not, he sometimes liked to let the sunlight and fresh air inside. “we’re past the painful part. Ready?”

Once Nariko nodded, Obito pulled the thick material letting the sunlight in.

The warm light spilled inside, making the room too bright to see, blinding them both.

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