He recognized that scent anywhere. And it was strong. Following his nose, Akamaru ran through the forest towards where he knew the scent was coming from. He came upon her, resting up against a tree, seemingly asleep. Yet he noticed that one of her hands were tracing a pattern over her crotch, which had a growing wet spot visible.

Lost in dreamland with her and Naruto having very intimate relationship, Hinata was completely unaware of the giant dog that was approaching her.

He could smell it; her orgasm was building fast. Nudging her hand aside, he gently bit down on the Hyuuga girl’s pants and pulled them off, revealing her glorious cunt to the world. Eagerly, he sent his hot tongue down to explore the girl’s nether region.

Snapping awake at the foreign sensation, Hinata stared dumbly down at her teammate’s dog as he continued to lap up her leaking love juices. Shock registered in Hinata’s already enhanced and heightened senses. Her immediate reaction was to clamp her legs shut and jump backwards into the settee. Akamaru remained exactly where he stood, wagging his tail and licking his muzzle. His white eyebrows where raised in a comically quizzical expression as if he was thinking, ‘Damn! That tasted good, wanna do it again?’

His expression had Hinata giggling when she realized what had joined her fingers. She grasped his ears in a playful wrestle and told him he was a naughty dog. Akamaru’s eyebrows only raised slightly more, further exasperating Hinata. In fits of giggles, she collapsed in a heap on the floor while Akamaru stood over her perplexed by her actions.

He did what any subservient dog would do and licked Hinata’s cheek. She threw her arms around his neck and hugged him in a tight embrace. He licked her again and then licked her open mouth, his tongue passing between her lips and teeth in an act of complete trust and devotion.

Hinata however, was instantly galvanized into a bout of elevated sexual tension and eroticism. She imagined what it would look like, her on her back with her clothing in disarray and a dogs tongue stuck down her throat. She gently sucked his broad tongue and returned the gesture, running her tongue over his canine teeth and flicking the side of his tongue. His breath smelled sweet and was hot. Breathless, she had to stop, needing cool air for a moment to revive a little and pulled away from his mouth.

“Did you like the taste of Hinata, Akamaru?” His ears perked up at the sound of his name and he wagged his tail a little.

“Want to have another go?” Hinata had overcome the initial shock and in the millisecond it takes to recognize and assess a situation, Hinata had decided that she enjoyed the memory of Akamaru’s tongue on her exposed cunt and very much wanted it there again for an extended period.

She raised her hips and pulled her skirt up over her stomach, revealing her panty covered, but otherwise shaved mons. Her fingers pulled the wet, delicate fabric to one side so that the thin gusset rested in the fold of her inner thigh and pussy lip. She patted her soaking lips, encouraging the dog to approach and use his tongue again. Akamaru didn’t respond at first, just stood over her, wagging his tail. Then, as if teasing her, he lowered his nose slowly and sniffed her excretions before flicking out his tongue in an experimental taste.

Hinata’s legs flew apart as if thrown by an unseen assailant. Her lips parted, exposing her sex to the dogs questing tongue. Akamaru stepped over her out stretched leg so that he was between her raised knees. The change of position allowed him access to her sweet smelling inner self and the center of her pheromone producing attraction. He crouched a little and rewarded her with a long, languid rasp of his tongue that started at her anus and finished past her exposed clit.

The effect was surprising to both of them. To Hinata, it was like a bolt of electricity, which caused her to scream suddenly. Akamaru jumped back in a fluid motion, skittish from her outburst and frightened he was about to be hit.

“Again my lover.” She demanded. Hinata patted her sex again and resolved to control her reactions. It took a few minutes before the dog plucked up the courage to return to her.

His olfactory senses picking up her pheromone charged scent and overcoming his reluctance. He licked her again, this time Hinata managed to only gasp as his magic worked almost instantaneously.

Akamaru settled into a comfortable crouch and applied his tongue and nose, enjoying the heat and taste of his mistress. Hinata was by now, thrashing her head from side to side with her hands drawn into fists that pounded the floor while orgasm, after mounting orgasm, rippled through her nervous system and adding to her impending, crashing ejaculation.

Her cum hit Akamaru squarely in his nose, making him sneeze. It gave Hinata a brief respite and time to collect her scrambled wits. She sat, leaning back on straight arms, her palms flat on the carpeted floor. The woman and the dog regarded each other in a long stare, neither able to read the others thoughts, but both sharing an excitement, neither had experienced before. It was a moment in which so much is promised; information passes between the partners and a moment when, an unspoken understanding is forged. It was a frozen tableau in time, of complete unification and realization of each other’s intent.

“Oh Akamaru, that was fantastic.” Hinata’s words were unintelligible to the dog, but he picked up the cadence of her voice and knew he had pleased her. Being a dog, he thought to please her some more, but Hinata pushed him away, waiting to get her self under control and her heart to return to a more normal level. She petted him and stroked the shivering dog.

“What’s the matter?” She asked him, noticing his state of excitement. She ran her hands over his shoulders in a soothing massage without much effect. Then the notion to give him some of what he had her struck Hinata. Carefully, so that she didn’t spook him, her hands traveled towards his cock in circular rubbing motions. He seemed to enjoy the sensation and even accepted her light grasp of his sheathed penis when she eventually reached it.

Hinata gently stroked his cock through the sheath and was rewarded with the sight of his tip poking out, soon to be followed by the whole purple veined organ. His size came as a bit of a surprise to Hinata. She had never really looked at him before. Something like eight inches was now protruding from the furry sheath, much thicker than Michael and finishing in a chisel shaped point.

Hinata spat saliva onto her fingers and slowly stroked his throbbing tool. In a short space of time, Akamaru was bucking his hips as if fucking a bitch. Precum seeped from the sharp tip and lubricated Hinata’s fingers, helping him to slide easily through her encircling fingers.

The urge to taste him crashed into her mind in an explosion of possibilities and ideas.
With little forethought, She sucked his tip between her lips and then as much of him as she could into her mouth. Akamaru thrust suddenly from the warmth of her mouth and nearly choked her as the pointed end forced its way into her throat. She controlled his wild stabs by grasping him in her hand and preventing him from going too deep.

His higher temperature felt like it was burning her tongue and then a stream of precum almost scalded her tender taste buds. This was going to take some practice she reasoned and took him out of her mouth.

Her mind worked frantically, visualizing possibilities and scenarios. They all led to one final conclusion and Hinata thought to herself, Why not?