Flustered auntie, Bored Gion
Mikoto's POV:
'Mikoto, you can't be so promiscuous with your thoughts...'
'... This is your son's friend and your friend's son...'
'Calm down...'
On the beach, staring at Naruto's sinewy, long erectile organ, Mikoto thought. Persuading herself to behave.
If not later, at least now...
When she was teasing, perhaps with too much adult charm, too much appeal in her mature voice, she reckoned, the blond she had difficulties trying to identify as a simple nephew, now even more, all of a sudden decided to stand up.
To exhibit what she suggested he'd been hiding.
Mikoto saw traces of his meat stick, his manly sausage and member protrude under his legs earlier.
She was surprised.
But at that time, she still didn't think too much of what she saw. What she could perceive.
... Seeing the full length of it now, she was shocked. Stupefied. She marveled at what nature, what Naruto's mother, her lifelong friend, had plied him. His physical fitness... A beefed-up one down there.
'Kushina, oh Lord... You made such a welled, strong boy...' Shaken up, almost to the point of wakefulness, Mikoto thought. The fingers which didn't do a good, honest job of covering her eyes loosened again, to let her peek, appreciate better.
Her arousal gradually gaining magnitude, stealing glimpses, Mikoto surprisingly found how Naruto was more than thrice larger, bigger than her husband.
What's more, his eye-catching, focus-absorbing, and huffy hard-on seemed filled with palpitating power. With erotic, tremoring force… At the sight of it, her lower lips began to trickle, to run.
If she kept looking, the flood wasn't far.
She was trying not to, but it proved difficult because for some reason, Naruto's attention turned to something else, elsewhere. Where there was nothing, and as soon as he stood.
She didn't think he would be so naughty and give her green lights. To let her rinse off her eyes to a greater extent, and appreciate more...
If he was, he wouldn't do it such a way, not on a first meeting, would he?
Mikoto, who knew Naruto on the surface thus far, and next to nothing about some of his attributes, not physical... began to curiously consider, sulking within.
She also continued to stare. Without reminding him to shroud his manly, magnetizing spell.
'This is the last glance...'
Old, forgotten fantasies in mind, Mikoto never swayed this much.
Each time she looked away, speculative if Naruto's attention was still somewhere else, she convinced herself.
Throughout, his fine-looking prick, never leaving her already poisoned mind or dazzled sight.
"Auntie, why are you flustering so much?"
"Huh?"
After he suddenly came back to the real world, with his customary cheerful expression, the one she was getting used to, beginning to care for, he said something about her blushing.
From there on, before they could think about food and water again, or clothes, which they had a huge need of, things took a strange turn.
...
Somewhere on the sea. The world's number one Marine base.
Naval Headquarters.
Vice admiral Gion alias Momousagi was reading the World Economy news and other newspapers. Currently, and more on the dot, she was reading something about the Whitebeard Pirates adding a Logia devil fruit user to their crew.
At that moment, she was more pored, more focused on her reading than the new and rising bounties she was reviewing with a clarion, loud-voiced assistant.
It was part of her job to remain abreast, informed, but it was brassy and monotone. She didn't pay much heed to small timers.
She didn't want to hear about them.
When she was growing bored out of her mind, she heard a knock at her door.
Feeling the presence behind it thanks to her Haki, she smiled and said, "Come in, sister Tsuru."
"Chief of staff!" The adjunct bent his back.
Tsuru, another vice admiral, chief of Marine Staff and old woman, who cared about behavior and conventions, nodded.
Though that was the case, and though she did all this, after she came in, she didn't waste time.
Eyes on the dwarfish table Gion was sitting at with the petty officer, on couches, before she could ask her why she was here, she skipped the hellos, any civilized conformance and laughed softly. Saying. "You look like you don't have much to do these days, Gion... Are you bored?"
To which Gion immediately inquired back, "Why, big sis Tsuru? Got something interesting for me?"
Tsuru knew her well enough to infer her state of mind. Moved back here, to Naval headquarters, Gion was awfully dull recently.
She couldn't do anything about it, though.
They shared the same rank, but only her sister, which wasn't less at large than Vice-admiral Garp, though in another, non-insubordinate, non-rebellious way, could.
"You know me well." With a veteran smile, filled of vicissitudes, yet honeyed, soft at the same time, Tsuru nodded. Telling. "Have you ever visited South Blue? I'm going on one of those trips again..."
"South Blue? Never gone, but maybe just maybe... Are we signing up a new girl to our privy, sworn sister ranks?" Jumping to her feet, Gion replied, already excited.
She couldn't go on the last trip. She missed it.
Tsuru smirked mysteriously, saying, "I heard good things, but that depends on how she carries through when I watch her in the next few weeks. I'm heading to observe."
"... How about it? Do you feel like joining me on this trip?"
"I have other things to do there as well, so the whole trip could take a month, depending on how busy we get back here. Let's hope we don't."
Tsuru wasn't work-shy, but business here meant big pirates and their associates doing heinous things on the seas.
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Ash_Kettchup I don't know which sea Gion's from so this is what it is. Fanfiction.
I want to change the devil fruit naming sense, so if anyone got suggestions. Should I go the normal, fanfic style with English names?
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