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Sasuke Uchiha has always been an anomaly of a human being. Most knew him as the mysterious “last Uchiha” who never talked to anyone and was always brooding. Perception of Sasuke changed over time, going from not talking to anyone to becoming friends with his Team 7 comrades. After the whole debacle with him betraying the village and then being brought back thanks to Naruto, Sasuke’s own personality shifted, not by a lot, but enough to make a difference. He started going out with Sakura and eventually married her, he acknowledged Naruto as his best friend, and he even had a child with Sakura.

Sasuke became content with life as a Leaf ninja, too content. He wanted something more, something that would elicit the long-forgotten feelings of excitement he had as a missing-nin. He didn’t want to betray the village again, nothing like that, he just wanted people to recognise how great of a ninja he was, and he couldn’t do that with the restrictions put on him as a Leaf Jonin. There wasn’t much else he was good at, and his fighting prowess was something he did not often get to display due to the deadlines of his signature Jutsu. He lived a life that revolved around killing people he thought needed to be killed, but now that was no longer the case. Sasuke had no grudges, no enemies, no anything, just a life where most people knew him as “Naruto’s friend” or “Sarada’s dad”.

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“Sasuke? Are you still asleep?” Sakura Uchiha gently shook her husband in an attempt to wake him up. The two had been tasked with an A-rank mission that needed them to be up very early in the morning, and it wasn’t like Sasuke to sleep in.

A soft mumble and groan from Sasuke signified that he was awake, but only just. He suddenly remembered his mission, but even that wasn’t enough to spur him to life. He hadn’t been getting much sleep lately with all the thinking he had been doing, and he usually prided himself on always starting and ending a mission at the predicted times, but today, he just wasn’t feeling it.

“Are you sick?” Sakura asked, and Sasuke just grumbled in response—neither a yes or a no.

Sakura scrunched her face in worry, she knew her husband better than anyone, and she knew that it had be something serious for him to shirk his responsibilities as a ninja. There were still a few a hours before they had to be ready for the mission, but Sakura still worried that Sasuke wouldn’t be able to make it.

“Listen, if something’s wrong you can just tell me?”

Sasuke at last opened his mismatched eyes to meet with Sakura’s green ones. He couldn’t help but smile at how cute his wife was when she was worried about him, but even that wasn’t enough to bring him out of bed.l

“I’m sorry, Sakura, but I don’t think I can do the mission today. I went to sleep pretty late last night, I must have come down with something.”

Sakura smiled and kissed Sasuke on the forehead. “You know it will be a month before I get home, right?”

“I know, but I really don’t think I can go.”

Sakura couldn’t help but remember having this exact same conversation with Sarada back when her daughter was in the academy. She rested her hand on Sasuke’s head and kissed him again. “Whatever it is, it probably won’t last long, but if you insist, I’ll get Naruto to find someone else for this mission.”

Sakura left their bedroom and Sasuke closed his eyes, falling back to sleep within seconds.

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“Dad? Are you okay?” Sasuke was woken up by what he briefly thought was Sakura’s voice from when they were Genin, but it was his daughter, Saada, instead.

“Sarada? What time is it?” Sasuke used his one hand to push himself into an upright position.

“It’s almost six o’clock.” Sarada stated with a worried look.

“In the morning?” Sasuke guessed this as he could see the orange colour of a rising sun through the curtain of the window.

“At night. You’ve been asleep all day.” Sasuke took a second to comprehend what his daughter had just told him. He usually went to bed around ten pm so he could wake up at six with a full eight hours of sleep, but today he was woken up by Sakura at what must have been four or five in the morning, and now he was being woken up by Sarada at six in the evening. He rubbed his eyes to get the sleep out of them and threw his blanket off to get out of bed.

“And aren’t you supposed to be on a mission?”

“It’s fine. I’m just a little sick so I couldn’t make it, that’s all.” While getting out of bed, Sasuke didn’t take into account that he had slept naked due to the heat, practically revealing himself to his pre-teen daughter.

“Um, Dad?” Sarada quickly put a hand in front of her eyes to save further mental scarring from seeing her father’s genitals.

“Hm? Oh. Sorry.” Nonchalantly responding, Sasuke took his time getting a pair of pants out of his drawers and putting it on; it was surprisingly easy to put on pants with only one arm.

“Really? You know we used to bathe together, right?” Sasuke chuckled a bit at his daughter’s embarrassment.

“Yeah, but I was just a baby!” Flustered, Sarada quickly put an end to conversation by telling her father that she had made dinner for him then bolting out of the room.

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Sasuke didn’t end up finishing his food, claiming to feel to ill to eat it all. The thoughts that kept him awake the previous night still persisted in his head and made him almost melancholic. He just needed to figure out how to get fulfilment in his life. Chasing Itachi and Danzo then wanting to destroy the Leaf Village then wanting to become Hokage and kill the Tailed Beasts, all these things gave his life a purpose, and now he was without purpose, something he had kept inside him for more than a decade and now it decided to come out.

There was no word Sasuke knew to describe how he was feeling. It wasn’t depression, it was more like a feeling of uselessness, like he had no future prospects outside of caring for his family. Now that he thought about, it was a similar feeling to being depressed.

Feeling tired suddenly—even though he had been awake for a total of forty-five minutes—Sasuke dismissed himself from the dining room and went to bed, dreading the next day.

Meanwhile, Sarada finished off her dinner and put Sasuke’s uneaten food in the refrigerator before heading to the bathroom to take a shower. The whole time, however, she couldn’t get what she saw in her parents’ bedroom out of her head.

Her thoughts were invaded by the brief glimpse she had of father’s body: his lean musculature, toned abs, and of course, his massive cock. Sarada has never seen a penis in real life before then, only in porn, but her father’s was much bigger than any she had seen on the internet. Even though it was flaccid it reach almost down to his knees, couple that with the grapefruit-sized balls he was carrying and Sarada could not get it out of her mind.

Once in the bathroom, she intended to have a very, very cold shower to get her incestuous thoughts out of her head, but she ended up making it a nice, warm, steamy shower instead. She instantly discarded her clothes and hopped into the shower cubicle, unintentionally leaving her red-rimmed glasses on.

It was impossible to tell whether Sarada’s vagina had become wet from the water or from her lustful thoughts, but it didn’t matter to her as she began to rub her lips with one hand, moaning softly as she did so. It felt wrong, pleasuring herself to the mental image of her father’s naked body, but it also felt right, like she was meant to do it. Relationships between blood-related family members were far from uncommon before the war, but since then, most people began seeking partners outside their clan. In the current year, it was frowned upon for family members to engage in sexual activities with each other, especially parents and their children.

Sarada’s moans were drowned out by the sound of the shower blasting water onto the tiles beneath her, thanks to this she had no reservations about moaning as loud as she wanted, though she couldn’t help but think about what might happen if Sasuke caught her masturbating in the shower.

“Fuck…” Sarada said under breath. Maybe Sasuke felt the same way about her? Maybe he was just outside the bathroom, listening to his daughter’s moans of pleasure. Maybe he was pleasuring himself to her moans?

With that last thought, Sarada came. Pleasure rippled throughout her whole body when the mental image of her father jerking of to her moans appeared in her head. The orgasm lasted a good ten seconds before calming down, the longest she had ever had. She figured now would be a good time to actually have a shower, but as she reached for the soap, her fogged glasses impaired her eyesight.

“I’m such an idiot.” Sarada removed her glasses and placed them just outside the shower cubicle. As she went through the motions of washing her body and hair, her mind wandered back to her father and his body. Trying her best to dismiss the sinful thoughts, she remembered how he had acted after she woke him up for dinner. He said he was sick, but he seemed more lethargic than anything.

Sarada remembered all the stories—good and bad—she had heard about her father prior to meeting him. How he wanted to kill his older brother Itachi, how he wanted to have revenge on the Leaf, and how he went on a pilgrimage after the war in order to redeem himself. All these things gave her father a purpose, perhaps he just felt like he needed something like that again? Some goal that he could work towards to bring some fulfilment into his life?

Sarada then remembered something Naruto had told her.

“Then Sasuke said something about how he wanted to kill his brother and restore the Uchiha clan; pretty edgy stuff.”

That’s it! Sarada turned the shower off after finishing up and once she got out she wrapped a towel around her body. Sasuke had killed Itachi, but he hadn’t rebuilt the Uchiha clan. Sarada couldn’t help but blush when she thought about howSasuke could rebuild his clan. Outside of restoring the Uchiha clan’s reputation, the only way to bring it back was to make more Uchiha. Though Sarada was only twelve, she understood how the process of making babies went, and the thought of carrying the next generation of Uchiha had suddenly made her wet again.

“No, that’s dumb. Dad would never approve of me having his children.” Sarada got done drying herself, put on her pyjamas and went to bed, her dreams filled with the naked body of Sasuke Uchiha.

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Sasuke actually woke up the next morning morning. After sleeping for most of the previous day, he set an alarm for six o’clock in the morning so he could get his sleep schedule back in order. He was grateful that Boruto showed him how to use a smartphone, otherwise his life would be a lot harder than it needed to be.

As far as he knew, Sarada didn’t have any missions today, and he wasn’t planning on going anywhere, so today would hopefully be father-daughter time, something quite uncommon for the Uchiha family. Sasuke did truly love his daughter, more than words could explain, he just had a hard time conveying that. He was never the most emotionally open person, so expressing his love for his family was a quite a challenge at times, but he knew that Sakura and Sarada understood.

Trudging into the kitchen to make breakfast, Sasuke was surprised to see Sarada already awake and making her own bowl of cereal. She had headphones on, so Sasuke didn’t interrupt her, he just watched as she poured the Narut-O’s into the ceramic bowl prior to filling it with milk and adding a tad of sugar.

“Ah!” Sarada turned to see Sasuke and was frightened by his sudden appearance, dropping her bowl and causing it to smash on the floor, spilling her breakfast.

“Dad?! You scared me!” Sarada removed her headphones and looked down at the shattered bowl. She really enjoyed Narut-O’s, so this was a massive loss to her.

“Sorry. What’re you doing up this early?” Sasuke let out a slight chuckle at his daughter’s scared reaction. She looked cute when she was frightened.

After taking a few deep breaths to calm herself down, Sarada explained that she wanted to start getting up at the same time Sasuke did in order to have a more “ninja-like” sleeping schedule as she put it.

“Interesting.” Sasuke looked down at Sarada’s ruined breakfast and smiled. “Let’s go somewhere to eat.”

Sarada smiled. It wasn’t often she got to go places with her father, and even less common that he asked her to go somewhere with him.

An hour later, Sasuke and Sarada were sitting at a table at Ichiraku’s, which had recently started offering a breakfast menu. The two were ravenous at there syrup-coated pancakes, eating like they had never tasted food in their lives.

“Dad, are you alright?” Out of nowhere, Sarada stopped eating and asked a question. The look on Sasuke’s face indicated hesitance, he didn’t want to go into it and was just about to say that he was sick before Sarada interrupted him.

“I know you’re not sick. Can you please tell me what’s wrong? Is it something between you and Mom?”

Sasuke put down his knife and fork and exhaled through his nostrils. It wasn’t necessary for his daughter to know why he was feeling different than usual, but the memories of Itachi always declining to hang out with him when he was a child brought a willingness to explain what was going on.

“It’s nothing, really; I’ve just been a little out of it recently. Ever since I came back to the village, I feel like my purpose in life has gone away, you know? I always had the goal of killing my older brother, then it was a variety of other things until I eventually settled down with your mother. I don’t have anything like that anymore, any goal in life.”

Sarada frowned, her suspicions from the previous night being confirmed. “But isn’t being a ninja of the Leaf purpose enough?”

“It is a purpose, but I don’t plan to be a full-time Jonin forever.” Sasuke went back to eating his pancakes, somewhat more relaxed after telling Sarada what was really wrong.

Eventually, both father and daughter finished their meal and went home, a slight air of tension between them that neither could identify the origin of. Sarada wanted more of an answer to Sasuke’s present mental state, and Sasuke could tell.

Once home, both Uchiha went to their respective bedrooms and started reading a book. Sasuke was reading the biography of a famous long-gone ninja, and Sarada, well…

“I can’t believe an old guy made such hot stories.” The Icha Icha series of novels had become some of Sarada’s favourites in recent times. The combination of romance and erotica making it perfect for a young girl in the midst of puberty. The one she was reading now was about forbidden love: a young princess falling in love with her father.

It was ironic that she had only now gotten to this one, given her recent feelings towards Sasuke. The story was a part of a compilation book of unfinished stories written by Jiraiya before his passing, published with the help of the seventh Hokage.

“Father, please, make me into a woman.” Sarada read out loud, two fingers knuckle-deep into her wet vagina. The story had reached the pivotal point where the young princess had admitted her feelings for her father and the two quickly engaged in forbidden acts of incest.

Sarada accidentally dropped the book after an especially large bolt of pleasure ran through her body, but she didn’t care at that point, she was so close to orgasm that her mind couldn’t even focus on the words in the book. She had four fingers stuffed inside herself and was using her other hand to furiously rub her clitoris.

“F-Fuck…” Sarada’s arms were starting to tire, but she was close that she powered through and finally came. Her inner walls clenched around her fingers and great amounts of pleasure exploded throughout her entire body, causing her to let out an unfortunately loud moan.

“Hm?” In the other room, Sasuke’s attention was brought to a noise he heard through his bedroom wall. He was just getting to an interesting part in his book, but it sounded like Sarada may have hurt herself, so he put his book down and got up to check on his daughter.

Sarada was still in the throes of orgasm when she saw the door to her bedroom opening and she nearly fell off of her bed in the hurry to get her sheets over her body to hide her half-naked body.

“Sarada? Is everything all right?”

Sarada finally stopped cumming once Sasuke had fully entered her room. The evidence of her masturbation was very apparent, though: her face was bright red and the room had the distinct smell of feminine arousal, something Sasuke was intimately familiar with.

“Oh, I just, uh, dropped my book! Yeah, I dropped my book and it surprised me!” Breathing heavily throughout her explanation, she made the mistake of holding up the book and inadvertently showing her father what she was reading.

“Icha Icha? Well, I guess that explains it.” With a chuckle, Sasuke went to leave the room, but something stopped him. He didn’t know what it was, but it seemed that the smell of what he presumed to be his daughter’s masturbation session had intrigued him. He was very familiar with a woman’s smell, having had sex with more women than he wanted his wife to know about, but he never had this reaction to a woman until now.

“Ah! I can explain!” Sarada closed her Icha Icha book and covered her face in embarrassment, thinking about how she wished she could just a disappear.

“Don’t.” Overcome by something he didn’t quite understand, Sasuke moved right next to Sarada’s bed and looked down at her. She looked so much like Sakura, and that triggered something inside Sasuke. He felt an overwhelming sense of need—sexual need.

Sarada had barely enough to register that her father was standing over her before he threw her sheets off of her and exposed her half-naked body.

“Dad!” Sarada’s first instinct was to hide herself, but she didn’t; something was stopping her. She couldn’t explain why she didn’t hide herself, but it felt right, good even. It was as if her newfound lust for her father had taken direct control of her actions.

Before any further explanations from either parties could be given, Sasuke lifted Sarada with his one arm and carried her off to his own bedroom. Sarada let it happen without complaint or panic, hopefully predicting that nothing bad would happen and her father would explain his actions… and why her pussy had suddenly become sopping wet again.

Sasuke had set one clear goal in his mind when he picked Sarada up: he was going to fuck her. He was going to fuck his daughter in the same bed she was conceived. Minutes ago this thought would have never crossed his mind, but whatever it was that triggered this sudden change had drastically changed how he saw his only child. His two goals as a child were to kill Itachi and rebuild the Uchiha clan, one of which had already been accomplished. Sakura had helped him restart his bloodline, and Sarada would be the progenitor of a new generation of Uchiha children. It would take a long time, but with enough breeding of Sarada and perhaps even other females, Sasuke was confident that, by the time he died, the Uchiha clan would be fully reestablished and be renowned as the greatest clan of all.

Plopping Sarada onto his marital bed, Sasuke took no time in taking off his clothes while Sarada still tried to understand what was going on.

“What’s happening? I don’t understand what’s going-“

“Shut up.” With a harshness unlike his usual tone, Sasuke silenced his daughter and turned towards her with only his pants on. The way he looked at her was like a lion eyeing a zebra alone in the wild, waiting for a chance to pounce.

“You don’t have a choice in what’s about to happen.” Sasuke removed his pants, now only in his jocks. “Have you had your first period yet?”

Sarada slowly nodded, slight fear piercing her arousal.

“Good. From now until I die, you will either be pregnant or actively being impregnated by me. You will be the mother of the next generation of Uchiha.” Sasuke finished taking off all his clothes, revealing his cock to his daughter in it’s full length.

“What?” Confused and aroused, Sarada’s feelings were only worsened as she saw her father’s cock at full mast, estimating it to be over a foot long and probably thicker than her wrist.

“You’ll practically be my breeding slave for the rest of your life, and this is not a proposition, if you disobey me then I’ll force myself on you.” Sasuke was eerily stoic when threatening his daughter with rape if she did not obey him, but he had a one-track mind at this point, solely focused on his new goal.

A normal twelve-year-old would scream and run if told this by their father, or anyone for that matter, but Sarada only got hornier. It may have been less than consensual, but the situation she found herself in played to all her recent fantasies. She had a perfect view of Sasuke’s chiseled body and hefty cock, and the dominance in his tone and statements made her feel something she couldn’t quite explain, not to mention him mentioning “breeding” her got her wetter than she thought possible.

“Okay. I’ll do it. I’ll be your b-breeding slave, Daddy.” Sarada would be unrecognisable to anyone that knew her with how lustful her facial expressions and body movements were. She had started rubbing her clitoris and sensitive nipples since Sasuke’s last statement, overcome with desire and newfound submission.

“Good.” Sasuke activated his Sharingan, taking the opportunity to burn the image of his half-naked daughter in a state of extreme arousal into his mind. ‘Half-naked’ was not a state Sarada stayed in for long, as Sasuke grabbed Sarada’s ninja uniform and tore it off with one quick pull, revealing her flat chest and rock-hard sensitive nipples.

“These will grow, you’ll be able to feed my children.” His children, they weren’t Sarada’s, she was just the vessel to carry them and pass on the Uchiha genes.

“I hope so.”

Sasuke shoved two of his fingers into Sarada’s soaking pussy in order to gauge whether or not he could go as hard and rough as he wanted, finding that she was indeed wet enough. Her body reminded him of the numerous times he accidentally saw Sakura’s naked body when they were Genin during missions, immature yet alluring.

“I’m going to fuck you, now. After this you will become addicted, understand, slave?” Just the word “slave” sent shockwaves of pleasure through Sarada and she nodded her head.

Without wasting any time, Sasuke tore through Sarada’s virginity in one quick thrust, bringing pain and pleasure to her and making her into a woman. Sarada let out a high-pitched moan that Sasuke couldn’t tell whether was in agony or arousal—either way, he didn’t care and kept going.

Sarada wrapped her arms around her father’s body and closed her eyes, clenching her teeth and trying to ignore the pain of her hymen being torn so she could focus on her own pleasure, which wasn’t easy given how roughly Sasuke was thrusting into her, staying truthful to his claim that she was now his slave and seeming not to care about her pleasure and only his own.

Sasuke didn’t give Sarada any time to acclimate herself to his enormous cock being inside her freshly broken-in pussy, preferring to just get the process over with as fast as he could so he could go back to whatever he was doing prior to this. For Sarada it felt as if her vagina was being excavated by Sasuke as he roughly shoved his cock in and out of her with no regards to how it felt for her.

“Daddy… it hurts…” Sarada moaned while holding herself tighter to Sasuke, but he silently dismissed her complaint and kept pounding her with sharp thrusts that made his cock kiss her womb every time. Sasuke kept his eyes open as he fucked his daughter, preferring to see her face while he bred her. Sarada’s face has been red this whole time and yet it seemed to get redder as they went on; tears also formed in her eyes, the pain of her first time getting to her.

Before long, the pain Sarada felt had gone away, replaced by immense pleasure from the breeding her father was giving her. She began to moan and pant, a long-awaited orgasm finally building up, and as the pleasure kept building up, Sarada began mumbling things under her breath.

“Daddy… breed me… please…” Looking up into Sasuke’s mismatched eyes, Sarada breathed and panted while her body shook with every thrust form her father. Every time Sasuke slammed his hips into hers and his heavy balls slapped against her perky ass, a shockwave of pleasure reverberated through her, said pleasure beginning to cloud Sarada’s mind with thoughts a daughter should never have about her father. She began thinking about how often Sasuke would breed her, what positions he would use, how rough he would be, and how good it would feel every time.

A particularly strong thrust from Sasuke is what triggered Sarada’s orgasm; it felt like a dam being broken, and all the pleasure built up from the two fucking had been released all at once. Sarada’s arms clutched Sasuke’s upper body while her legs wrapped around his hips as her whole body seized and shook from the power of her first orgasm given by another person. Her moans tore through the room and the whole house—it was likely the neighbours heard her, probably presuming it was Sakura making all that noise.

“Daddy!” Sarada shrieked as another orgasm wracked through her body immediately after the first one ended. Her brain went haywire, unable to handle the pleasure induced by one orgasm after another. Eventually, Sarada fainted, going unconscious and limp while she was still being fucked.

“Hm. Weak.” Is all Sasuke said in response to his daughter no longer being conscious; she didn’t need to be awake to be bred. He continued to thrust in and out of her, going harder and slower now instead of the fast pace from before.

Even unconscious, Sarada moaned and squealed with every strong thrust from her father, her body still being pleasured as her brain recovered. Though it wasn’t long before she would wake up, two more orgasms shocked her body before then.

While Sasuke has gone for hours at a time in the past with Sakura, he could tell that Sarada’s mind and body couldn’t take much more of him, so he quickened the pace again, searching for the orgasm he had been waiting for. As Sarada regained consciousness, there were a few seconds where she thought she was dreaming, but a sharp bolt of pleasure brought her to reality, as strange as that reality was.

The look on Sasuke’s face was like nothing Sarada had seen before. His eyes were shut right and his expression was one of serious focus. It was like he was on the battlefield, going up against a formidable foe he had to use his most powerful Jutsu against. Sarada’s head was still fuzzy from passing out, but she could tell her father was about to climax.

“Cum inside me, Daddy. Breed me.” Sarada’s words goaded Sasuke into finally reaching orgasm, yet another first experience for the girl, and one she was also unprepared for. Sasuke slammed his hips down and stabbed Sarada’s cervix, his cock throbbing and balls quivering as his body prepared to deliver the biggest load of his life.

There was a moment of silence before Sasuke began to moan, cumming like a firehose inside his young daughter and instantaneously impregnating her. He shot load after load of hot, thick semen into Sarada’s young womb, an amount unachievable by most men on the planet. So much cum was shot into Sarada that her womb started to expand due to the sheer volume of jizz inside her, this new feeling giving her yet another orgasm.

Sasuke wrapped his arms around Sarada, holding her tight as every last drop of cum was extracted from his balls. It had been a long time since he hugged is daughter, and Sarada couldn’t help but feel happy as it happened. After the last load was shot, Sasuke pulled out of Sarada and let out a long sigh, somewhat exhausted from breeding his daughter.

Much more exhausted than her father, Sarada panted heavily as she held her cum-belly, already looking pregnant from the amount of cum stuffed inside her womb.

“I’ll still be fucking you regularly while you’re pregnant. I’ll reiterate that you are my slave now, and I can do whatever I want to you and whenever I want to do it.” Sasuke kissed Sarada on the lips, something that came as a surprise to the younger Uchiha.

“But you’re still the Uchiha broodmother, so you’ll be my slave-wife rather than just a slave.” Sasuke’s trademark coldness showed in his emotionless way of speaking to Sarada.

“Uh, okay.” Still a little dazed, Sarada accepted everything her father said; she was more than okay with being the slave-wife of Sasuke Uchiha, and she hoped to have many children in the future as now she too wished to rebuild the Uchiha clan.

Little did the father-daughter duo know, a mysterious force was watching over them, the same force that caused their lustful and incestuous desires towards each other and awakened Sasuke’s true personality. The two went on about their day normally after that, but subconsciously in the back of their minds they could feel something watching them…
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