Weekly Dose of Lemon (Retsu Unohana) (Patreon)

A/N: This story is rated M for mature content not suitable for children.

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Chapter 1: Retsu Unohana

Fourth Division

The Fourth Division barracks were uncharacteristically quiet, the air heavy with the lingering scent of blood and medicinal herbs. The betrayal of Sōsuke Aizen had left a scar on the Seireitei that no amount of Kidō could quickly mend. For Naruto Uzumaki, the newest powerhouse of the Eleventh Division, the price of standing against the traitorous Captain had been paid in blood and broken bones.

Naruto lay sprawled across the crisp white linens of a private medical suite, his torso a roadmap of bandages. He remembered the weight of Aizen’s spiritual pressure, it had felt like the sky was falling. He remembered the flash of Gin Ichimaru’s blade. But mostly, he remembered the thrill. Even in death, even after being reborn as a Shinigami, the fire of the shinobi world hadn’t left him.

The sliding door creaked open. Naruto didn’t need to look to know who it was. The spiritual pressure was like a calm, deep ocean, utterly tranquil, yet he could sense a hidden monster in its depths.

"You’re awake," Captain Retsu Unohana said softly.

She stood at the foot of his bed, her hands tucked into her sleeves, her long braid hanging over her shoulder. Her expression was the picture of maternal concern, but Naruto, a man who had lived and died by instinct, felt a shiver that had nothing to do with the draft in the room.

"Hard to stay asleep when my body feels like it’s been through a meat grinder, Captain," Naruto rasped, offering a weak version of his signature grin.

Unohana glided closer. "The Eleventh Division has a reputation for recklessness, Uzumaki-san. But what you did on the hill... challenging Aizen directly after taking a blow from the Shinshō... it was more than reckless. It was suicidal."

"Someone had to do it," he shrugged, wincing as the movement pulled at the stitches across his chest.

Unohana reached out, her fingers cool as they brushed against the skin just above his bandages. "I watched you," she whispered, her voice dropping an octave. "I watched the way you moved. You didn't fight like a Shinigami. You fought like a starving wolf. Every drop of blood you lost only seemed to make you faster. More... desperate."

Naruto blinked, sensing a shift in the room's temperature. The "Healer of the Seireitei" was gone. In her eyes, there was a dark, flickering light, the shadow of the First Kenpachi.

"It was the most beautiful thing I’ve seen in centuries," she confessed, her hand sliding up to cup his jaw. Her thumb traced his lower lip. "And it left me with a very specific kind of ache, Naruto."

Naruto’s breath hitched. "Captain... I'm a bit of a mess right now. Not exactly in fighting shape."

"Precisely," she murmured, a predatory smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. She climbed onto the edge of the bed, her movements graceful and deliberate. "You are broken, and I am the one who decides how you are put back together. You’ve had your fun on the battlefield. Now, it’s my turn."

Lemon Scene Ahead

She leaned down, her dark hair falling around them like a curtain, isolating them from the rest of the world. When her lips met his, it wasn't a gentle kiss of comfort. She tasted of mint and something metallic, if Naruto didn't know any better he would think it was blood, her tongue demanding entry with a dominance that left Naruto breathless.

Naruto tried to move his arms to pull her closer, but a sharp spike of pain shot through his shoulder. He gasped into her mouth, a low groan escaping his throat.

"Don't," Unohana commanded, pulling back just an inch. Her eyes were hooded, dark with a hunger that made his blood sing. "You are the patient. You are to remain still. I will provide the healing you truly need."

She reached down, her nimble fingers undoing the ties of her Captain’s haori, letting the white fabric slide off her shoulders to pool on the floor. The shihakushō followed, leaving her in a simple white under-robe that did little to hide the curves of her body. Naruto’s eyes traveled over her, taking in the contrast of her pale skin against the dark room.

"Sexual healing is a very delicate process," she whispered, her voice a sultry caress.

She straddled his hips, careful not to put too much weight on his injuries but making sure he felt every bit of her presence. She began to undo the bandages around his waist, her touch clinical yet agonizingly slow. As the layers fell away, she leaned down, trailing her lips over the jagged scars on his abdomen.

Naruto’s hands gripped the bedsheets, his knuckles turning white. The sensation of her warm tongue against his sensitive skin sent jolts of electricity through his nervous system. Every time he tried to shift, to meet her pace, she would press a hand firmly against his chest, pinning him to the mattress.

"Stay," she hissed softly, a command that sparked a different kind of fire in his gut.

She worked her way down, her hands finding the drawstring of his hakama. With a practiced tug, she freed him, her eyes widening slightly as she took in the size of his rod. She didn't hesitate. She wrapped her hand around his cock, her grip firm and authoritative.

"You're so tense, Naruto-kun," she teased, moving her hand in a slow, rhythmic motion that had him arching his back. "Let the Captain take care of that."

She lowered her head, her lips encircling him. Naruto let out a choked cry, his head falling back against the pillow. The heat of her mouth was incredible, a stark contrast to the cool air of the room. She was thorough, using her tongue to swirl around the head before taking him deeper, her throat working as she gave him a masterclass in pleasure.

He was vibrating with the need to move, to thrust, to take control, but Unohana was a wall of calm dominance. She looked up at him, a stray strand of hair stuck to her damp lip, and smirked.

"Not yet," she whispered.

She rose up, shedding the last of her garments. She was magnificent, a goddess of war and mercy. She positioned herself over him, the tip of his length brushing against her entrance. She was already slick, her own desire manifest in the moisture that coated her thighs.

"Since you are so fond of charging into danger," she said, her voice trembling with repressed passion, "let's see how you handle this."

She lowered herself onto him in one smooth, agonizingly slow motion. Naruto’s eyes blew wide as she filled herself with him. The friction was intense, his shaft meeting her tight, welcoming depths. He let out a long, shuddering breath as she seated herself fully, her hips resting against his.

Unohana didn't move for a long moment, allowing them both to adjust to the fullness. She leaned forward, her breasts brushing against his bandaged chest, and whispered into his ear. "Does that hurt, Naruto? Or does it feel good?"

"Good," he managed to wheeze out. "It definitely feels good."

She began to move. It wasn't the frenetic pace of a novice; it was the calculated, rhythmic grinding of a woman who knew exactly how to extract the maximum amount of sensation. She rocked her hips, her internal muscles pulsing around him with a rhythmic intensity that made Naruto’s vision blur.

Each downward stroke brought her closer to him, her sweat dripping onto his skin. The pain from his injuries was still there, a dull thrum in the background, but it was being drowned out by the sheer, overwhelming tide of pleasure she was washing over him.

"Look at me," she commanded.

Naruto forced his eyes open, meeting her gaze. She looked possessed. The serene Captain was gone, replaced by a woman who looked like she wanted to devour him whole. She increased the pace, her breathing turning into sharp, jagged gasps.

"You... you hit so hard..." she moaned, her head tossing back. "I felt your spiritual pressure from across the Seireitei... I wanted to feel it inside me then... and I want it now!"

She began to bounce on him, her movements becoming more frantic, more primal. Naruto couldn't help himself; despite her command, his hips began to rise to meet her, his hands coming up to grip her waist. She didn't stop him this time. She leaned into the contact, her nails digging into his shoulders as she rode him with a ferocity that matched his own reputation on the battlefield.

The room was filled with the sounds of their joining, the wet slap of skin, the heavy breathing, and the occasional sob of pleasure from Unohana. She was giving as much as she took, her body a temple of sensation that Naruto was worshipping with every ounce of strength he had left.

"Naruto!" she cried out, her voice echoing off the sterile walls.

She leaned down, her teeth grazing his neck, right over his pulse point. He felt the snap of her climax first, a literal wave of Reiryoku that pulsed through her body and into his. It was the catalyst he needed. He followed her into the abyss, his body tensing as he poured everything into her, his own spiritual energy flaring for a brief, blinding moment.

Unohana collapsed against him, her heart hammering against his ribs. They stayed like that for a long time, the silence returning to the Fourth Division, broken only by their synchronized breathing.

Lemon Scene End

Slowly, she lifted her head. Her face was flushed, her eyes soft and clear once more. She reached out, her hand glowing with a soft, green light as she placed it over the bandages on his chest. The Kaidō was gentle, a soothing balm that felt a thousand times more effective than before.

"There," she whispered, kissing his forehead. "That should speed up your recovery significantly."

Naruto chuckled, his voice thick with exhaustion and satisfaction. "If that's the standard treatment in the Fourth Division, I think I'm going to be a very frequent patient, Captain."

Unohana stood up, beginning to gather her clothes with the same effortless grace she always possessed. She paused at the door, looking back at him with a knowing, dangerous glint in her eyes.

"I certainly hope so, Naruto-kun. After all, I always needs a way to blow off steam."

With a soft click of the door, she was gone, leaving Naruto alone in the quiet room, his body healing, his spirit soaring, and his mind already planning his next 'injury.'

Chapter End

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A/N: I also worked on the Yoruichi story because I believed it would be a winner, so I prepared it in advance. I decided to share both stories now, and I hope you all enjoy them. Catch you later!