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The Crimson Bastard	By : The-One-Reborn Category: Naruto Crossovers > General Views: 104857 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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I know what you’re all thinking. “Why don’t you update?” I have a clear answer. At the moment I’m uninspired and lazy. I’m writing this cause I felt like if I don’t I’ll lose what little credibility in writing I have. I ain’t that good, but I ain’t half bad either. This project is just…me being a little less lazy. And plots like this are easier to write. Also, if you haven’t noticed I have a thing for writing Yami Naruto and not it’s not just all about the edge (though it is appealing). I feel like Yami is a more complete character. I’m the sort of guy whose work Zack Snyder would use for reference. Anyways, the plot will closely resemble the show with some added bits from the books cause why not? Oh, and I’ll be calling Naruto/Yami Naruto with a different name in this fic.
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Bitter and cold the North was. The words of House Stark, which he heard almost daily, served as a reminder of what this place was. Yet more of than not to him it was a joke sometimes. Yes, there as a mystical air to this place. Of that there was no doubt. He could feel it in the air, in the chill of the night, the most he felt it was when he rode to the Wall. He didn’t know what exactly, but it was there. However, slowly, through greyer days and blacker nights, it was getting weaker. He, on the other hand, was getting stronger. Seventeen years old, Nero Rivers yawned in his bed as he read Maester Aemon’s letter. What the blind man saw in him as a friend was beyond him, though he had to admit he was a sly old man, and better to talk to than some others.
Nero, he found the name…satisfying. In his past lifetime, he was rejected by himself. Or so Naruto thought. He was once known as Yami, the darkness in one Naruto Uzumaki’s heart. When the Child of Prophecy accepted him, he banished the greater part of his darkness. That part was too strong, too potent to disappear. So imagine his surprise when he was born into this world, or era. He wasn’t sure, he had read all there was to read, but there was no clear answer. Yami accepted his new reality and, eventually, his name. Nero Rivers. The bastard that Eddard Stark brought with him after Robert’s Rebellion. He wasn’t Ned Stark’s bastard though, no.
The Crimson Bastard they called him. Born with blue piercing eyes and dark, wild red hair slicked back, Nero was tall, strong and witty for his age. He grew up with the Stark children while being treated with all the contempt of being a baseborn child, a most wonderful experience. He remembered the worse times in Konoha; here people called him a bastard, back then they called him a demon. Though he had to admit, the latter sounded more appealing.
A sharp knock at his door broke his train of thought, “Who is it?”
“Nero!” With the word the door was, frankly, kicked open. Arya and Bran rushed in with summer smiles on their faces. Those little shits. He liked them too.
“I’m better than Bran at archery, Nero!” Arya said jumping on to his bed. Bran did the same to his other side. “At this rate, I’ll be a knight sooner than him.”
“No you won’t!” Bran defended himself. “You’re a girl. You can’t be a knight.”
“Yes, I can.”
“No, you can’t.”
Nero, Yami, Naruto, whatever you call him had learned in his past life from the experiences with Konohamaru and Co. that an adult, a real, smart adult, would never ever open their mouth. He closed the book and shook his head, amusingly, at their bickering. He heard footsteps and found Jon Snow, the other resident bastard of Winterfell, at his door. He looked at him with a wry smile.
“I see you took the wise decision again,” Jon said to him. If Nero were to be honest he almost felt sorry for the lad. Eddard Stark’s one stain of shame on an otherwise cloak of clean honor. It wasn’t the boy’s fault, he didn’t ask to be born. Now if only Catelyn Stark understood that.
“Only fools argue with women, children and dead people.” Nero replied. “So what brings you to my dark and dank chambers in the morn?”
“A deserter from the Watch,” Jon said looking at his half-siblings with caring eyes. It seemed that the Night’s Watch were losing more men to desertion than wildlings and the cold. “Lord Stark wants Bran to come with.”
“Children grow every day, Jon,” Nero placed the book into his shelf. “We know that more than others.”
“He wants you to come as well.”
“What?” Nero drawled. “Why?”
“Lord Stark said you were being lazier than usual.”
“Oh, Brother Jon,” he said, “if only you could see the greatness of my ways.”
“I think I’ll pass, Brother Nero.” Jon entered and grabbed the two siblings, one on each arm. “Don’t be late. Winter is coming.”
Nero laughed a bit. It was not everyday Jon Snow cracked a joke, that too about the words of the hold that fostered them both. Gearing up properly with leather and steel, Nero Rivers walked out of his room. He greeted the men, winked at the women, and walked leisurely. A few years ago, he had half a mind to conquer all the kingdoms—he did have his chakra after all, loads of it—but then, dare he say it, he grew fond of the Starks. Perhaps Yami wasn’t all dark, he was still, partly, Naruto Uzumaki after all, and despite everything, Ned Stark made him promise in front of the Weirwood to protect his family. And if he couldn’t keep his word, what sort of a shitty shinobi was he? That and he was lazy. He wasn’t looking for a conquest unless a such a situation presented itself. Which was more than unlikely.
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He watched the head roll cleanly off the man’s shoulders. Ice, the ancestral sword, was a beauty to behold with its rippled Valyrian steel and sharp edge. He heard clearly what the man said.
White Walkers. The Others. They had many names, Nero personally called them Ice Dudes. Of course he couldn’t use the last word since people didn’t know what the fuck it meant. It was tough growing up in this primitive world. Thank the Sage for elemental jutsu.
He was on horseback now, their little execution group had found a dead wild stag murdered by a magnificent, and now very dead, direwolf. Talk about ominous. The sight of the beast was truly a rare sight. It reminded him faintly of the Inuzuka dogs, only minus the combination attacks and Direwolves looked better in his opinion. They found six pups as well which Robb and Bran insisted on taking; Jon and Nero convinced their lord to accept.
“Nero,” Eddard of House Stark, Lord of Winterfell, Warden of the North, his foster father, rode beside him, “you seem quiet.”
“My lord,” Nero said, “I didn’t sloth around as much as I wanted to.”
Eddard Stark chuckled a bit. The Quiet Wolf continued, “What sort of amusement do you get in staying cooped up in that room of yours?”
“All sorts, my Lord,” Nero decided to jest a bit, “You can ask the handmaidens if you like.”
Ned Stark shook his head, they were nearing Winterfell now. “You remind me more of my brother, Nero. My father had more often than not lost his head with him.”
“Have you lost your head with me yet?”
“Not yet,” Eddard Stark said, “You’re more levelheaded than my brother was. And your father.”
Nero scoffed a bit. “My father. Your other brother is someone I fear will never understand.”
Ned Stark’s face stiffened a bit. Not with anger, but with disappointment. The Lord of Winterfell had revealed to him on his twelfth nameday who his father was. Naruto Uzumaki err, Yami, err Nero Rivers could not be more disappointed. Once again he was born to a noble house. One of the many bastards King Robert Baratheon had sired, the known oldest according to Eddard. Jokingly liked to call himself the Crimson Prince. His mother, Irena Tully, a distant cousin of the Lady Stark, died giving birth to him in a little pool of blood in the Riverlands when the Rebellion was raging—the same day Rhaegar Targaeryen died. Though admittedly, he liked think of himself as more wolf, and less stag and trout. He didn’t care much about who would be king, as long as he would be happy and satisfied in life, it didn’t matter who sat on the throne. He enjoyed the small things in life, while suppressing some of his other urges. Mostly, the smell of battle.
“Nero,” Lord Stark began, they entered Winterfell, “you must understand-”
“I do understand, my Lord,” Nero said, “I’m not bitter, or jealous, or even angry. What he did was his decision. For the good of the realm. I simply don’t care enough about Robert Baratheon. Now if you’ll excuse me,” he said getting down from his horse with a direwolf pup in his hands, “I do believe Rickon wants to meet his new friend.”
Lord Stark’s hand clasped his shoulder, there was pride in the man’s eyes. “I’m proud of you,” the Lord continued, “You have your flaws, as does everyone else, but you are a good man.”
“What can I say?” Nero started walking, “I have great foster parents.”
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Playfully, he nibbled on her earlobe. When she moaned, he bit harder—just enough to leave a mark. His hands roamed across her soft skin. The naked bodies huddled against each other, she rubbed her buttocks against his throbbing manhood. It was so strong and firm. He rubbed her stomach before going up to her breasts, pinching the pink nipple, squeezing it, pulling it.
“You’re much more excited than usual,” Nero said as he took a handful of her tits, “Lady Stark.”
Catelyn Stark, born Tully, moaned and purred, as she lied naked and aroused with the young man in her husband’s bed. Eddard Stark had left for the night, hearing about Jon Arryn’s death had somewhat upset the man. He would be staying in White Harbor for the night, perhaps to prepare for the King’s arrival. Yes, the news had somewhat slighted Nero, but Catelyn coming to his room and telling him to visit her tonight certainly fixed his mood. It’d started when he was fourteen and experimenting with genjutsu, Catelyn was nothing more than an experiment albeit one who turned out to have fruitful results. Every time he laid with her he would lace her with chakra, making her body and face resemble her prime, and of course, made her hungry for more, just for him though.
“Of course I am,” she mewled a bit, “you always make me this excited.” She yelped as she felt his hand smack her ass, and she came. She couldn’t explain it. Every time he touched her, it was magic. Only he could do this to her. “Ohhh.”
“You whore,” Nero called her smacking her again and again, making the room echo with her loud lewd noises. “Bedding yourself with a bastard after hearing your husband’s foster father died. What should I do with you?”
Like a loyal little slave she got on all fours, pushing her hips into the air. Her cunt was soaking and Nero dove tongue first into it after spreading her nether lips. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as she came again. It was so addictive, and she loved it. Eddard Stark may be her husband and the children of her father, but Nero was her Lord. She was his to command and fuck. Grabbing her by the hips, Nero squeezed and fondled her butt, the tip of his dick rubber against her labia and she groaned. He teased her hole with the tip of his penis, causing her to moan and whimper. With another hand, he teased her clitoris and barely plumbed her depths. She came a time or two before she could take no more. “Fuck me, my Crimson Prince.” The Lady of Winterfell begged.
“If you insist.” Catelyn let out a cry when her foster son finally plunged himself into her. She could feel all twelve inches of his massive rod diving deep inside. It was always painful the first time they did it, but soon it turned into an unmatchable pleasure. She moaned lewdly as he fucked her, delighting in the sounds he was making as he pumped in and out of her. Catelyn thought it an adorable sight when she looked back to see the satisfaction in his eyes.
Nero groaned in pleasure as he fucked her on Eddard Stark’s bed. He respected the man, but not to the point he would leave his wife alone if she came begging like a little slut. Darkness once used to be his name, and he might as well pay homage to the darker fruits this world had to bear. She was getting tighter with each thrust he made, he rocked his hips faster against her behind. Long and hard he kept repeating the action, sometimes he would take it all out of before thrusting back in, hitting her right there as she came a few several times. He liked sex, he liked screwing Catelyn Stark. He didn’t care if it was right or wrong. Not doing it would be the gravest of sins to him. Catelyn gasped as she came again and quivered, falling a little limp on the bed as he kept fucking her.
What a beast, she thought as she felt him stab her womb over and over again. Nero grabbed her by the hair and powerfully thrust into her again and again, making Catelyn’s tongue lull out as drool fell and she kept making lewder sounds. For twenty minutes he carried this on, before stopping and making her lie on the bed.
Her legs spread, a sweet little stream of nectar flowed out of her womanhood. Nero licked it up before going to her breasts. They were heavy and full, still lactating. He sucked on one and tweaked the other with his hand, all the while rubbing his manhood against her entrance. He stopped and looked at her, his eyes turned crimson. Some of Kurama’s chakra was still left in him and he slapped her teats making her mewl, and cum. Her inner juices splashed over his cock and the sheets.
“Lady Stark,” Nero paused. “No. Too good of a name. We need to give you a new one. How about…Kitty?”
“Yes,” she said, not even caring how bizarre that name sounded. “I’m Kitty.”
“You’re a hopeless, aren’t you?”
“Yes.” Again she said, driven nigh mad from the pleasure.
Nero kissed her with gusto as his tongue sloshed around with hers. Again he went deep inside of her, her noises muffled by their lips joined. Nero, now more rough, pounded the Lady of Winterfell, setting her curves to jiggle as he slapped his pelvis repeatedly against hers. He played with her tits as he fucked her, squeezing and rubbing them with incredible skill and ferocity, making them red from his grip. She was like putty in his hands, his masterful ministrations rendering her senseless from euphoria.
He hammered her like a master at arms making a new weapon. She loved how the young man was making her feel, and she came a number of times. Finally, he came also, filling her womb with his seed. It was too much for Catelyn Stark to bear, and it wasn’t the first time it happened. She passed out, “Thank you…my prince.”
Nero pulled out and saw how his semen leaked out of her entrance. It wasn’t his problem; if she could take the risk in adultery, she could take the risk in changing the sheets. Putting on his clothes, Nero snuck out of his foster mother’s room and near his room when he heard someone call him. It was Robb Stark, the firstborn and one of his friends, along with Theon, the little man-cunt as Nero called him.
“Where’ve you been?” Theon asked. “Couldn’t find you anywhere.”
“Practicing my sword,” Nero replied, in a honest form. “What’s going on?”
“We’re all getting shaved,” Robb explained. “You want to come with?”
“I’ll pass, brothers,” Nero said and pulled out a small knife, “I can do mine without any problems.”
“You afraid of getting cut, Rivers?” Theon smirked and japed. Nero smiled and that alone made the Greyjoy’s smirk disappear. There were times Nero wished he could crush the boy’s head with his hands, mostly because he liked to remind him he was a bastard.
“No, I’m afraid the razor will shatter under my skin,” Nero took his leave and went to his room. The King would be arriving in a month or so. The road was long and far, and now in the quiet solace of his room, he sat quietly. Natural energy flowed into him. He felt everything around him, but more importantly he could feel something stirring beyond the Wall. A sort of power, growing quietly.
“Well, now,” Nero opened his eyes, crimson orbs with black slits gleamed with a sense of excitement he hadn’t felt in a long time. “This will be interesting.”
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Yeah, and I’m done. No, there is no particular love interest. Just women he’ll fuck, and maybe impregnate. Idk. Haven’t gotten that far yet. But the ones who will be fucked for sure are: Catelyn, Ros, Margaery, Cersei, Val, Shae, Sansa, Melisandre, Arianne, Daenerys, Missandei, Jeyne Poole, Doreah, Ellaria, Tyene, Taena Merryweather, and maybe others. Don’t say, “HNNNNG Please add her!” I’ll update when I can. Night, folks.
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