[* 3rd Person POV *]
A pair of masked figures turned a corner ahead. Robin froze, pressing herself into a shallow alcove, one arm instinctively crossing over her heaving chest in a useless attempt to contain the bounce.
Her huge tits still spilled around her forearm, nipples scraping against her own skin and sending another jolt of forced pleasure through her. The underlings passed without slowing, their conversation a low drone about supply manifests and seal maintenance.
Robin waited until their footsteps faded, then forced herself to move again.
Every step was a battle. Her ass jiggled freely with the motion, the heavy cheeks clapping softly together, the scrap of fabric riding higher until it was little more than a thin band across her lower back.
Cool air kissed the exposed, wet cleft of her pussy. The sensation made her knees threaten to buckle. She walked with her thighs pressed as close together as she could manage, but the constant leak still painted a shining path down the insides of her legs and onto the stone.
Her clit throbbed in time with her heartbeat. The slightest brush of the cloth against it when she shifted her weight, when she turned a corner, when a faint current of air stirred the fabric made her hips jerk forward in a helpless, aborted thrust.
She passed a branching corridor where the glow of lanterns was brighter. Voices drifted from somewhere deeper, the wet sound of someone being interrogated, a low laugh, the clink of glass. Robin kept her head down and moved faster, the increased pace only making her tits bounce harder, the scrap of cloth slipping until one full, heavy breast was completely free.
The cool air against the newly exposed nipple was almost enough to push her over the edge. She caught the fabric with a trembling hand and yanked it back into place, the rough drag across her hypersensitive skin drawing a broken moan that she only barely managed to muffle against her wrist.
The trail of her juices grew longer. Droplets fell with every step, some already beginning to dry into faint, shiny patches on the floor behind her. Anyone following would have no trouble tracking the path of the trembling, dripping woman who had been ordered to reach the master's private chambers without collapsing.
Robin's breathing grew more ragged. Her vision swam at the edges from the constant, low-level orgasm that the aphrodisiac kept her hovering on the brink of.
She could feel her cunt clenching rhythmically around nothing, the empty ache made sharper by the memory of Orochimaru's coated fingers and the promise of a "delicious reward." The thought alone made a fresh gush of fluid spill down her thighs.
She rounded another corner and found herself in a longer stretch of corridor, the lanterns spaced farther apart, the shadows deeper. Somewhere ahead the path would eventually lead to the sealed doors of his private rooms.
She did not know how far. She only knew that every step was both torture and necessity, that the scrap of fabric was doing more to heighten her sensitivity than to cover her, and that the glistening trail she left behind announced exactly how thoroughly the drug and the man who had applied it had claimed her body.
Then she heard them, two pairs of footsteps echoing from the opposite direction. One voice, sharp and feminine, cut through the gloom.
"Master's private wing, you said? Make sure there's no one lingering."
Another, lower and rougher. "Yeah, yeah. Just don't slow down. He wants her there, dripping, when he's done with the seals."
Robin's heart slammed against her ribs. She had no choice forward or back, both led to risk.
She slipped into the shallow alcove beside her, pressing her back against the cold stone, arms folded tight over her chest again, one huge breast still half-spilling out the top. Her breathing came in short, panicked gasps. The footsteps drew closer.
The two women passed right by her, barely ten feet away. Robin froze, eyes wide, biting her lip so hard she drew blood.
The fabric across her lower back shifted again, the thin strip of cloth doing nothing but teasing her swollen clit with every heartbeat.
One of the women's hand brushed her own ass as she passed, and Robin's entire body jolted. A tiny, involuntary whimper escaped before she could stop it.
"Easy, girl," the second woman muttered, voice laced with cruel amusement. "You look like you're about to melt."
Then the first one laughed softly. "She smells like sex. Fuck, she's soaked."
The footsteps faded, but Robin stayed glued in place, trembling. The stimulation was unbearable now every shift of the useless cloth, every faint breath of air, the memory of Orochimaru's promise. Her clit throbbed in sharp, desperate pulses.
"FU-FUCK I CAN'T HOLD IT ANY LONGER," she hissed under her breath, voice cracking, eyes squeezed shut. "Please… please not here… not like this…"
Her knees buckled. Her thighs clamped together uselessly as a violent spasm ripped through her core. The empty ache inside her cunt finally snapped.
Her eyes rolled up until only whites showed, body arching hard against the wall. A massive, uncontrollable squirt exploded from between her legs hot, thick jets of fluid spraying in powerful arcs across the stone floor, soaking her own thighs, her dripping pussy, the thin band of cloth, and even splattering the front of the alcove wall inches from her face.
She shook violently, a broken scream muffled against her forearm as wave after wave ripped through her, the aphrodisiac turning her forced arousal into pure, helpless release.
The alcove's shadows swallowed her shaking form as she slid down the wall, legs spread wide, pussy still pulsing and leaking in the aftermath, the evidence of her near-discovery glistening everywhere.
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