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Royal Beasts	By : FieldDranzer Category: Naruto AU/AR > Het - Male/Female Views: 9919 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, nor any of the characters featured in this story. I wrote this for my own enjoyment and made no money in doing so.

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A/N: It's been a little while since I actually posted anything, but that's partially due to people wanting their stories to remain private, in the case of commissioning. That, and laziness. I'm only human. Enough about that though. Here, we find ourselves in the world of Monster Fest once more, but different from before. A prequel story, commissioned by the very same person that asked for Monster Fest to be written, so naturally, this story does happen before that one.
A different pairing, a different region of the world, and even a different outlook, despite some rather unfortunate events that a certain someone wished desperately to forget.
I won't ramble on too much more though, so for now, do enjoy the story~

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Royal Beasts
Far to the West, beyond the borders of a once great Kingdom, banners of war were flown as yet another holy crusade went underway. Battles were fought, wars were waged, and more so than anything else, the borders were kept safe from a plague of beasts unlike any other before. Terrors of the night, monsters that were oft kept to stories for children, ran amok in the towns beside the border, yet, not once had one reached the very center of the kingdom.

At least, not until that fateful day.

Men and women alike came dashing through town, fearful screams echoing throughout the realm as a feral howl resounded throughout the village proper. A monstrous sight, larger than any beast of the wilderness, with an oddly humanoid posture. Based solely around the folktales of yore, the creature was depicted as the essence of a wolf, but in the shape of a man.

Wading through the crowd fleeing the scene, swaying aside to avoid a stumbling man, a lone wanderer did what no one else dared; he stepped towards the chaos. Slow, steady steps, a low echo from where his hardened leather boots tapped against the ground, along with the low rustling of a cloak in the wind created by the fleeing citizens themselves.

Yet, as slow as the initial walk was, the moment the beast came into view, his legs kicked off of the stone pavement, flickering out of sight for the briefest moment, only to reappear beside the creature’s hunched over form.

With a low whistle, the arm beside his left hip rose up; a gleaming silver light following thereafter in a wide arch. A cut across the back of its legs, swiping through the leathery skin beneath dark fur, before side stepping a reactive swipe behind its back. Its legs were long, but so were its arms, adorned with claws unlike any sword he had ever laid his eyes upon.

He had its attention, of that, there was no doubt.

Ducking down beneath yet another low swipe, the robed figure spun around, pivoting below the monster’s extended arm to deliver yet another forceful swipe across its left thigh, cutting a heavy gash through its fur, staining the street with the unholy blood of a Werewolf. Another claw careened towards his unguarded side, yet even that was dodged, and with another spin, his sword carved a path from the top of the Werewolf’s right thigh, all the way up towards the bottom of its chest.

Out of the corner of his watchful eye, he caught sight of the claw he had ducked beneath, lowly cursing to himself as it made its way back, latching onto his cloaked side with a crushing grip.

The cloak was lost, of that, there was no doubt. Doing what little he could as the pressure around his head began to grow, the lone wanderer, a swordsman with no more than a single purpose, discarded his robe, undoing the bands holding it in place, lest his head would be crushed along with his goal.

Raven black hair, gleaming red eyes, and a glare that sent a shiver up the spines of whatever civilian caught his gaze flashed to life as his cloak was crushed within the terror’s grasp, for with that very motion, his feet kicked off of the ground. Jumping up, one hand reaching up to grab ahold of the beast’s fur, Sasuke Uchiha drove his sword through the exposed skin beneath the Werewolf’s chin, a streak of unholy blue blood spraying forth, coating the sparse armor he wore as a final howl reverberated through the sky.

Even with his sword still there, held in place by the contractions of the terror’s muscles, he could feel himself falling. The beast slumped down onto its knees, and without so much as a second thought, the blood stained Uchiha, the sole survivor of his hometown, landed on the ground, rolling backward once, twice, before halting in a crouch.

The beast fell, landing upon the ground with enough force to send a whirlwind of dust throughout the air, but even still, the Uchiha’s gaze remained as red as it would ever become.

Yet, despite the battlefield that had once been there, it took his ears no more than a second to pick out a sound that should not be there. Hooves crashing down against stone, metal clicking against metal, and the sound of villagers frantically crying out a name he did not recognize.

Staying there for no more than a moment more, Sasuke Uchiha slowly rose up onto his feet, straightening out his posture, stretching his back until an audible pop resounded, before sauntering forward once more, striding towards the fallen form of his prey; striding towards the sword that poked out from its neck.

All around him, the villagers that hadn’t managed to flee were on the ground, some nursed light bruised, others simply sat back, but all as one, their faces were frozen. Shock, fear, perhaps even a tint of admiration… wherever he looked, he was met with similar looks, though not so much as a single person dared to speak up.

Coming to a halt some seconds later, his gaze landed upon the crumbled form to his right; a monster in its own rights, but one that surpassed the fiends beneath the earth. Kobolds, he could handle, goblins, he had slain, but a werewolf?

With a shake of his head, Sasuke readjusted his gaze, reaching out with a steady hand to yank his sword from the werewolf’s throat. Although, no more than a second after his fingers wrapped themselves around its leather clad hilt, the sound that passed him by a moment before resurfaced in full.

The sound of hooves rumbling against the ground.

In no time at all, the surrounding area came back to life, a burst of joy and serenity erupting from the nearby villagers as the source of the sound made itself clear.

Somewhere out of the corner of his eye, he could see them; the sworn protectors of the area, clad in gleaming plates of armor, with no shortage of lethality at their fingertips. However, as he yanked his sword free from the dying grasp of the werewolf’s throat, he couldn’t help but cast a sidelong glance towards the one in the center of their ranks.

Long, flowing cyan hair, falling far down along his back in a strict mane, with a stern look adorning his genteel features. He was unlike the others, those that carried themselves with the force of warriors. Unlike his knights, the one in their midst, the one known as the warrior king, carried himself with an air of dignity and might, though despite that, the people all around did little more than praise him for his untimely arrival.

Yet, even then, the wanderer whose armor was streaked with werewolf blood merely set off towards a nearby alleyway. He had done his work, on a whim no less. There was no payment to be had, nor a contract to be made. Had he waited a moment more however-

“Are you the one responsible for this deed?” A man’s voice resounded from his left flank, accompanied by yet another set of hooves dashing towards them.

“Your Highness! You shouldn’t deign yourself to-” One of his knights rode up, though their protest was silenced by something he couldn’t catch.

“Be it as the king or a citizen of the village, I cannot thank you enough for protecting my people.” The cyan haired man tried once more, though yet again, Sasuke’s feet sauntered off towards a nearby building, not so much as glancing behind his back at the man that was this kingdom’s monarch.

Whether it was because of his attitude or disregard, he couldn’t tell, but nonetheless, a low chuckle resounded from somewhere behind his back.

“Why don’t we debate your reward on our way towards the castle? At the very least, allow me to do that?” His voice was light, cheerful, yet somehow wise all at once.

Only then did the lone Uchiha’s legs grind to a halt, a flick of his wrist sending the blood along his blade somewhere else. “Start with that,” he said, more to himself than anything else, but all the same, he could hear the hearty laughter behind his back.

Somehow, despite his best efforts to avoid the offers made by the cyan haired man beside him, as soon as he made his reply, an armored knight strode towards him, reigns in hand with a brown stallion at the ready.

Had the man known as the warrior king anticipated that someone would be there, or had he simply brought a spare steed on the off chance that one of theirs would be injured…?

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Letting out a low sigh for who knew how many times that evening, Sasuke Uchiha pressed his back against the exterior wall of a balcony. His reward had been a reverse blade sword, a trap disguised as a reward, while still serving as an actual reward.

No more than a moment after his arrival at the imperial palace, he had been swept away by a handful of servants, stripped free of his blood stained garments, washed clean with more sponges and washcloths than he had seen in his life, then meticulously perfumed until not so much as an ounce of his masculine scent remained. The ones doing the deed had been impartial, but at the very least, he had sent one servant out of the room with a nosebleed; the one whose designated area was his groin.

Following his bath was a session with one of the fastest tailors in the land, or so he was certain, for after no more than ten minutes, his measurements had been taken, and he stood still, awaiting an outfit more suitable to the king’s court than the blood stained leather armor he had worn before. On his request however, his cloak had been remade, a smooth yet somehow resilient cloth woven in to heighten its protection, while granting a bountiful increase in insulation.

Yet, the true trap behind his Royal Highness’ reverse blade sword was only sprung upon him once he was within the court itself, surrounded on all sides by various knights of differing stature, whilst the thrones were filled by the King and the Queen of the country.

For his heroic and selfless deed, he was granted a title of nobility, along with a place amongst the Royal Knights; the highest honor a hopeful knight could ever attain. Along with this, he was offered a bag of coin from the royal treasury, and a round of applause from the gathered nobility and knighthood…

… although, as he raised his gaze from its place on the marble floor of the balcony, the ire within his eyes was barely restrained.

His first official duty as a member of the Royal Knights was to ascertain the safety of one of the kingdom’s greatest treasures; the Princess of the royal family, and the heir to the throne should anything befall the King or Queen.

Standing before him, gazing out upon the land governed by her parents, the fair skinned princess leaned upon the bannisters, taking in what she herself could not yet experience. From his perspective, as a honorable knight of the kingdom, she was nothing short of a masterpiece.

Despite the cold nip in the air, her royal highness’ body was adorned by a light pink dress, frilly as they could come, while reaching down to hang but an inch above the spotless tiled floor of the balcony. Turning his gaze further up however, what met his eyes was neither the hair of her mother, nor the cyan mane adorning her father’s head. No, what he laid eyes upon was a short, silky waterfall of pink hair, groomed into a braid that hung down her neck, with a majority of her hair pulled backward into a series of knots and other braids.

In just a few scant hours, from his coronation as a knight to his official duty as the princess’ protector, he had heard more rumors surrounding the maiden before him than any rumors pertaining to the state of the neighboring realms.

Perhaps because of the color of her hair, the princess was regarded as an anomaly, but alas, from his point of view, what else would one expect when combining honey blonde with cyan?

“It’s getting late,” he muttered, more as a reminder to himself than his charge.

It wasn’t a lie, not by any means. The radiant sun had already begun to dip beneath the mountains in the far off horizon, bringing with it a tint of dusk and darkness, though nonetheless, the princess remained steadfast, gazing out upon the land for hours on end.

Remaining there for who knew how long, Sasuke Uchiha let loose a low sigh, turning his head sideways to stare elsewhere altogether. “Would her royal highness retreat to her chambers if I were to share my stories with her?” He grit his teeth, already suppressing the desire to pull her inside by force. How his fellow knights survived the arduous task of being subservient to the crown was beyond his comprehension.

“Stories of the outside world?” Perking his head up, Sasuke’s onyx eyes swiveled around, lazily trailing up along the princess’ backside, up along her slender waist and back, before staring into a pair of emerald eyes.

“The rowdiest stories you’ll ever hear,” he chuckled lowly to himself, seeing her expression light up with a barely restrained excitement, before her pale cheeks were warmed by a light dusting of pink.

“I-I suppose that would be…” watching her, he couldn’t be more amused by her stutter, nor by the radiant flush that now adorned her features.

A fair, innocent young maiden, exposed so thoroughly to the eyes of a stranger whose knighthood would undoubtedly come into question. From the awkward tint in her eyes to the sutter of her genteel voice, his mind couldn’t help but sink lower, and following his mind, as his princess began to walk past him to re-enter her chambers, his eyes followed suit.

Through her dress, the amount of things he could see were limited, but all the same, as he followed closely behind his charge on her way back towards her bedroom, he couldn’t help but ogle what he could see.

In his mind’s eye, Sasuke Uchiha took his time to carefully discern the mannerisms of the young maiden walking before him, subtly trailing his eyes up and down what little was exposed for his viewing pleasure. Based solely on the way she moved, he could tell that, like her father, there was a hidden side to the sweet lady before him; a hint of athleticism, perhaps even a trained swordsman?

When they had first met, no more than an hour beforehand, he had caught the briefest glimpse of her hands, nimble, slender, but also oddly strong. For only the briefest moment, his mind pondered the possibility of being strangled, though only a moment later, the positions were reversed, with her on her hands and knees, nak-

“Have a pleasant night, your highness,” a voice to his left broke through the veil that was his mind, and with a sidelong glance, Sasuke’s onyx eyes were met with the lowered head of a maid, already on her way down the hallway to leave the two of them alone.

How long he had been locked away within his mind mattered little, but then and there, as his eyes returned to the matter at hand, the lone Uchiha couldn’t help but audibly gulp. Whether it was out of propriety, or a lack thereof, or simply a disregard for his presence, his princess, the young maiden known as Sakura, eased herself down atop her bed, expectantly looking towards a set of chairs and a small table in the center of her room.

“What sort of stories do you have in store for me tonight…?” She questioned, to the point, ignoring the pretense of their brief, one sided conversation on the balcony.

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A low, barely heard chuckle resounded through the chambers of the princess no more than an hour after their arrival, yet another story falling to the wayside as, seated on the very edge of her seat, princess Sakura giggled, hiding her mouth behind her hands to withhold her frantic giggling.

Somewhere in the midst of his storytelling, the princess had admitted that most of the stories she had heard were vague in terms of their action, so much so that she had expected next to nothing when a wanderer offered her a round of stories before bed.

“Then what? The barmaid gave you a reward for slaying the beast, right?”

His lips parted as a deep, rumbling chuckle spilled forth from his lips. One of his first adventures, when hunting for food had been a challenge, and he had been unfortunate enough to run into a feral beast. Although…

“She did. Even to this day, I’m more than welcome at her inn… in more ways than one.” He wiggled his eyebrows, hoping that she’d catch his drift; but alas… she did not.

“What sort of reward did you receive?” Sakura eased herself further up onto the edge of her bed, appearing almost giddy at the prospect of a swordsman being rewarded.

Casting a suspicious glance around the room however, it wasn’t until he was certain that they were alone that he revealed that tiny nugget of information. “My reward, you ask?” He sent a grin her way, almost feral as he recalled that particular evening. “It was something that no man had ever claimed; her, in her entirety, along with the knowledge of how to utilize her to the utmost.”

Seated in place, with his eyes locked onto the face of the girl he was set to guard, Sasuke watched on as a slow realization fanned across her face, going from a pale contrast to a deep shade of crimson. Although, oddly enough, through the look of mild mortification that adorned her face, he saw something else as well.

“C-could you… specify...?” Her eyes trailed elsewhere, staring intently down upon her own lap as if it was the most interesting thing in the world.

However tempting it was to chuckle at her embarrassment, to poke and prod at the innocent young lady for wanting to know more about his specific reward, Sasuke Uchiha didn’t. All he could feel was a small smile spreading across his lips, a knowing one, along with an ounce of curiosity.

“Why don’t I tell you, and have you act along? Perhaps you could learn a thing or two for your future husband, your highness?” He had only intended to tease, but when his onyx eyes swiveled around to meet with hers once more, he found himself dumbfounded by what he saw.

Princess Sakura, the innocent flower of her kingdom, nodded her head in affirmation, slowly, teasingly so, bunching up the bottom of her dress until her long, creamy legs were put on display.

“How did she present herself, sir?”

Whether it was her question itself, or the way she spoke, Sasuke couldn’t help but heavily gulp. On one hand, what laid before him was indeed a treasure trove awaiting exploration, but on the other…

… he would likely be executed on the spot if he carried out what she implied.

Heaving in a breath of air, the raven haired knight slowly eased himself out of his chair, glancing left and right alike before striding towards the grand bed, where his charge sat, dress hiked up higher than before to reveal a pair of rosy pink panties.

“Roll over onto your hands and knees, princess. I think it’s best for me to show you how I obtained my reward, no?” Assertive, commandeering and dominant, an almost feral look adorned his eyes as he gazed down upon the beautiful princess.

Almost as if she replied to his command, Sakura let go of her dress, rolling over onto her stomach in bed before pushing herself up onto her knees. However, contrary to her orders, her head was pushed down into the silken sheets of the bed, her eyes glued solely to his approaching form from the side.

How long had it been since he had been with a woman? A woman as pretty as the pristine princess no less? He had no answer, perhaps it had been since the events with a barmaid; the very reward he spoke of with the princess no more than a moment before.

Yet, when his onyx eyes trailed up along the exposed flesh of her thighs, pristine and as pure as porcelain, he couldn’t help but feel himself harden. She was of age, a member of royalty, with a future husband in the works, yet then and there, as his eyes slid up towards her rosy panties, he couldn’t help but reach down to grasp her cheeks with both his hands.

“Any restrictions, your highness?” He inquired, more for her sake than his own as his fingers forcibly groped the cheeks beneath her near translucent panties.

“I-I have to remain a virgin… at least for…” he didn’t catch the rest of her sentence, perhaps because she mumbled it against the mattress of her bed, or because all of his attention was placed upon the princess’ rear, but either way, he didn’t care.

Hooking his thumbs into the waistband of the princess’ underwear, Sasuke carefully, meticulously pulled the garment down, revealing inch upon inch of creamy skin as more and more of the princess’ firm, athletic rear was put on display. Tight and toned were the best words to describe the ass in his hands, and as soon as her panties were around her knees, the wandering knight released the garment from his grasp.

“I know of a way for you to remain a virgin while also being able to enjoy my reward to the utmost,” he spoke up, a soothing tone to his voice even as his palms returned to grope and molest the princess’ rump.

His teachings in that area were limited, but staying true to her word, his mentor in the art of pleasing a woman had taught him thoroughly. Anal was, by far, the hardest topic to broach. If a woman was too tight, she would be in pain. If a man was too big, the woman would be in pain.

Throwing a forlorn glance down between her legs, Sasuke’s face split up into a smile as he caught sight of her pussy; pink, puffy and utterly drenched to the core.

Taking but a brief moment to nod his head for his own sake, the lone Uchiha slid one of his hands away from its task of spreading the princess’ cheeks, opting instead for unbuckling the belt that held his pants in place. The outfit tailored for him was by no means made for ease of access, and even as his nimble fingers undid belts, straps and buttons, his other hand did not slow down its frantic pace.

Beneath his careful ministrations and rough handed groping, he could hear the princess’ voice break out into soft moans and faint whimpers; a testimony to her enjoyment, one that he would break in a moment more.

Without so much as a moment’s hesitation, the hand that had been working on freeing his throbbing erection snapped back to its task, smacking down upon one of Sakura’s bubbly cheeks hard enough to make her yelp. Although, no more than a moment later, one of his fingers prodded up against the entrance to her asshole.

“T-There!?” Sakura couldn’t help but mouth out, one hand flying up to silence herself, though it was too late. Her sudden outburst was surely heard by the wanderer behind her, and with her eyes turned there, she saw it as well.

Hanging down from her knight’s groin was something the young princess had been told about, but never truly seen with her own eyes. A large, thick rod hung out, throbbing and pulsing to life, swelling more and more in size for every passing second, and with it, the young princess’ pussy grew ever wetter. It was almost like the great hammers that her father had tutored her on; a weapon used by the natives of a Southern region.

Yet… was that truly a cock…?

“I-is that going into my... “ her voice trailed off, not so much as a word slipping forth as her eyes were glued to her knight’s groin. Would it even fit…?

On his end however, as the princess’ emerald eyes were glued to his cock, Sasuke’s mind whirled at a thousand steps a minute. One of his hands had already fallen down to wrap itself around the base of his cock, but even he could barely make his fingers touch, yet there he was, about to force every inch of his girthy cock past a young woman’s sphincter?

His breath came out in ragged gasps, and the hand around his cock trembled ever so slightly, but all the same, his other hand did what it could to spread the princess’ cheeks wide.

From the moment the broad head of his cock grazed past the quivering entrance to her asshole, his mind went blank; his eyelids fluttering shut as he forced himself forward. He pressed his hips forward, ground them down against her bubbly butt, and at long last, the lone Uchiha let loose a blissful sigh of relief.

Between the two of them, the moment his broad cock slip past her puckered hole, it was the princess herself that reacted the most. Her mouth fell agape, her legs shook, and as her throat clenched up with a barely withheld scream, Sasuke threw his hands up to clamp her mouth shut.

Her voice was muffled, but even so, he could feel its vibrations against his palms; a loud, high pitched scream that would have surely alerted every guard in the kingdom itself. With his hands in place however, pulling her backward by the chin, her clothed back arched as another inch of cock forcibly made its way inside of her unused asshole.

Staying there, with his eyes closed and his hands up by her mouth to muffle her occasional groans from being filled beyond belief, Sasuke Uchiha slowly released the princess from the muffle that was his hands.

The scream from a moment before had died down, and, as he straightened his back to look down upon the woman before him, he couldn’t help but smile solemnly to himself. She had taken all of his cock, though it was by no means her own will to do so. Even then, after forcing every single inch of his swollen cock inside of the princess’ tight, unused asshole, he couldn’t help but groan.

It was as if her body acted on its own, tightening down around his girth, pulsating, massaging and playing with his cock, squeezing it in one moment, then caressing it in the next. Yet, once his eyes rolled up, past the frilly pink dress of a formerly virgin princess, he was met by the sight of a girl, halfway unconscious and unable to do anything beside breathing.

Feeling his eyebrows furrow, Sasuke’s mind whirled, a dozen or so thoughts and ideas intermingling, plans to see the full extent of the royal princess’ innate talent, as well as…

“P-please~” Sakura whispered, her head pressed down against the bed sheets, but even then he could hear her clearer than ever. “Fuck me.”

Whether it was her command or not, the former wanderer wouldn’t require a second invitation. Returning his hands to their rightful place around her waist, Sasuke Uchiha eased his hips back, rolling his groin around as every inch of his cock acquainted itself with the depths of her royal backdoor. At least, until only the tip of his dick remained inside.

Without so much as a moment’s hesitation, he slammed himself back inside, thrusting his hips forward with enough force to not only bruise the princess’ backside, but also to lift her up off of the bed, forcing her an inch forward before using his grasp around her waist to pull her back against his thighs.

The bedroom dedicated to the royal princess was filled with a cacophony of sounds, from the audible slaps of a man’s hips slamming up against her bubbly butt, to the faint, whimpering moans of a woman in the midst of her claiming, then right back to the sound of a man grunting behind her back. His pace was by no means gentle, for despite the pleasure that coursed through his veins, despite the sheer grip of the ass around his cock, Sasuke’s eyes would always stray.

His pace was by no means soft, nor as gentle as the girl deserved, but rather, it was frantic, ruthless, and not at all caring about whether or not the princess would be able to walk the morning after. For the girl beneath him, it was almost a farce; her body tried to resist his assault, yet even then, whenever his swollen balls slapped up against her pretty little pussy, Sakura’s mouth fell agape with yet another whorish moan.

How long the two of them had gone on like that was of little concern, but alas, as what had felt like an eternity of dragging his cock in and out of the princess’ pussy drew close to its end, so, too, did his seemingly limitless stamina.

Tightening his grasp around the princess’ waist, Sasuke Uchiha let loose a deep breath of air, pulling her back to meet with one of his rough thrusts. Even before his balls could hit her pussy anew, he came; a heavy spray of cum splashing out, filling her insides to the brim, painting her walls white, all while continuing his ruthless assault.

She hadn’t fought back, nor had she participated in the slightest, but even so, as his balls throbbed and ached, his cock continued to gush.

The seconds ticked by, dragging on and on, morphing into minutes, yet still his orgasm continued. It wasn’t until two whole minutes had passed that his hips slowed down, and with it, with the faint sigh of relief that came with a long winded orgasm, Sasuke opened his eyes to stare down at the princess on her bed.

Faint spasms, quivers and the occasional incoherent mumble broke the silence that stretched on between them. Her hair, silken and pink, was disheveled and wild, scattered in every direction possible. Despite the dress that hid her body from view, what little he could see only made the cock within her ass harden anew.

Her waist was bruised from where his fingers had grasped her too hard, and her face, around her mouth in particular, showed clear signs of a man’s hands being there; that, too, would be bruised before long. Yet, even as his eyes rolled down to take in the sight of her rear, the lone wanderer’s hips began to move of their own accord; once more staking their claim to princess Sakura’s formerly virgin asshole.

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Loud cheers, festive laughter, and one too many metallic clatters resounded through the afternoon air. The knights of the court, along with the guards set to protect the general populace, were training as one, running through a grand hedge maze beneath the King’s castle while using what they could as obstacles.

He was among them, and in opposition to the well bred, well trained knights whose lives were dedicated to their arduous training, his way of fighting was made clear that day.

Dashing beneath the wooden fences placed down within the maze, Sasuke Uchiha ran, a smile on his face as the blood pumped through his veins. How long had it been since he had been able to have fun, simply enjoying his time alone while honing himself for his own sake? With a faint shake of his head, the lone Uchiha did not know.

All he knew was that, as he slid beneath yet another hindrance in his path, was that he had squarely beaten the records of the knights that came before him.

Walking out of the hedge maze itself, a grin on his features, the raven haired swordsman welcomed the praise of his fellow royal knights, jokingly claiming that they, too, could use some work to hone their adaptability.

Yet, despite the cheerfulness of the surrounding areas, the newly coronated knight couldn’t help but glance towards a particular direction. It had been three days since his original encounter with the princess, in her bed, and despite himself, he hadn’t known what else to do than to leave after he had finished a second time.

Her belly had been distended with his cum, appearing almost as if she was a few months pregnant, and as he pulled his hips away, he could practically see the ocean of cum, visible through the particularly delightful gaping hole that had once been a virgin’s backdoor.

Naturally, he had intended to apologize to her about his behavior, but alas, as he reported in for his second day of guard duty, he was greeted not by the sight of an entourage of knights, but rather, a half naked pink haired girl, bent over her bed, with an open invitation for him to once again reshape her asshole.

That had been two days beforehand, and, on the third day, the princess had once again invited him, and him alone, to partake of her regal backdoor. By that point in time, the raven haired swordsman hardly even cared if they were walked in on; so much so that, when the princess had asked for his attendance on the balcony, he had openly accepted, sliding past the puckered ring of muscle that had so frantically tried to tighten up after their numerous rounds the previous day.

“I must say, for a man of common birth, your skill is admirable,” one of the senior knights beside him spoke up, oblivious to the not so admirable thoughts swirling within the Uchiha’s mind. “Would you do me the honor of one day-”

“Sir Uchiha? The Queen has asked for your presence, in the royal gardens…” before the senior knight could so much as finish, a younger member of the guard wandered over, freeing him from what would undoubtedly be a boorish duel with a man bound by his honor and prestige.

“How do I get there?” His gaze fell upon the speaker, catching him by surprise when it was a young lady that spoke up rather than a man. Had he been away from civilization long enough to mistake a man for a woman…?

“A-ah. Go through the hedge maze, past the central yard, then a little further inside. Only members of the royal family are granted permission to enter, save for occasions such as these.” The young woman supplied, giving both a detailed description, while also pointing along the path he would have to take.

Nodding his head faintly, Sasuke whirled his eyes towards the senior knight, taking the moment to bid him farewell before setting off towards the hedge maze once more. Although, as his legs began to carry him off, the faintest thought struck his head.

“No guards?” His tone was polite, more intrigued than anything else.

Although, as he looked out upon the group of knights beside him, including the young lady that had come to deliver the message, he couldn’t help but ponder why no one else followed along…

“You… haven’t met the Queen, I take it?” Despite his earlier bluster, the senior knight to his side sent him a smile, one that appeared almost… apologetic?

Shaking his head, Sasuke once more furrowed his brows, if only just to give a visible reaction beyond his clear confusion.

“The Queen… needs no guard,” a younger man behind the senior and the lady spoke up, another royal guard around his age, if he had to say. “Though, that is to say, we have all tried to make the offer… with varying results.”

As confused as he may have been, it wasn’t long before his legs carried him off towards one of the hedge maze’s entrances, a faint idea of the Queen remaining in his head, though all the same, he couldn’t quite envision it in his head. A member of royalty that needed no guards, despite numerous people offering their service?

No matter how he twisted and turned the idea in his head, he simply couldn’t make sense of it…

The royal gardens were tremendous in size, spanning about as much land as the castle in and off of itself, but because of that very fact, it was an excellent maze to get lost in. He had only been there for a handful of days, most of which had been spent lavishing the princess with attention, so much so that he had no doubt in his mind that she would be unable to walk straight for at least another week.

What his fellow knights said was true, in a sense. He had seen the Queen, during his glorious coronation, but it had never occurred to him that she carried the weight of a monarch next to her husband. What little he did know about her was what he had learned that day; the fact that she consistently declined any guards was puzzling at best.

Stepping up at a crossroads within the hedge maze, Sasuke turned his head aside, gazing left and right alike in an attempt to find the right path. The way he came from was directly behind him, and to his flanks, he could see naught more than well kept bushes. Whoever was granted the honor of trimming the hedges took their job seriously, of that much, he was certain.

“Take the path straight ahead, then follow it and take the next left turn. You’ll arrive at a clearing soon enough,” a voice resounded from somewhere over the hedge, a strong, mature voice that reverberated its authority in ways even the King failed to do.

“Then what?” He called out, more so to ensure that the voice had existed at all.

… nothing responded.

He held his ground, eyes trailing back and forth along the trimmed hedges to his left and right, swaying low along the freshly cut grass within the maze, before focusing on the path ahead; glaring daggers through the bushes while silently contemplating whether or not to jump over the top.

At long last however, as he had undoubtedly remained in place for more than a minute, he tipped his head downward, releasing a low, dejected sigh.

The guardswoman that had pointed him in the right direction had done something similar, first straight, then around a corner to the left, then she had twisted her finger to the side once more. It matched the description he had heard, or perhaps imagined, a few minutes beforehand.

Once more, his legs began to move, carrying him forwards, along the path that had been outlined for him by the courier, while keeping in mind the directions he had received from the voice that lingered in the air. As he walked onward however, the raven haired swordsman squinted his eyes, glaring at a particular bend in the bushes to his left.

The gardener truly did take their job seriously. Hidden within the bushes, a seamless twist revealed itself before his eyes, stretching out as he stepped closer, until, when he stood before it in its entirety, it appeared as if there was a smaller passageway hidden away within the bushes.

Had he followed the path at his own pace, without looking around for hidden clues, then he would’ve surely been lost by then.

There, on his way through, his eyes finally landed upon a sight that would forever remain hidden from a majority of the knights. A private garden, hidden from view by the monstrous hedges around it, with a small balcony that overlooked a faraway lake.

Pushing his way through the tiny passageway in the hedges, it wasn’t until then that Sasuke’s eyes swiveled around, landing upon the only other person within the private garden; or more specifically, landing upon the bosom of a woman he could have sworn to have met before.

“The trial of agility brought you no trouble,” Her voice was deep, mature and undoubtedly filled with sheer authority. “And your strength is akin to that of a skilled swordsman.”

Standing before him was the undisputable Queen of the kingdom, the wife of the warrior King, Dan, and the mother of the royal Princess, Sakura. As vague as a memory it may have been, he could recall her name, albeit only her first name. The surnames of the royal family were as shrouded in mystery as his own past had proven to be. Although,

Tsunade.

“Why did you call for me?” Sasuke replied her praise with a simple question, glancing around out of habit more so than anything else.

The private garden was a piece of true beauty, with marble tiles and a bannister tall enough for the young Princess to lean forward on, without bearing the risk of falling off. A circular table was erected on the balcony, with two marble chairs, along with… a pot of tea?

“How goes the guard duty with my daughter?” Rather than replying to his question, the woman before him borderline disregarded it in its entirety, asking another one of her own.

“It’s fine. The Princess is…” trailing off, Sasuke threw a cautious glance around the area once more, halfway expecting an army of soldiers to march at any given moment.

“Wobbling on shaky legs with a gallon of sperm inside of her backdoor? Yes, I’m aware.” At that, the blood within his veins froze, a cold chill settling down across the entirety of his body as his onyx eyes gazed upon the form of the unguarded Queen.

The woman before him was regal, calm and collected, though despite the facade she erected in the presence of others, her expression then and there was unreadable. Blank, yet also tense, with a strange tint of… jealousy?

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Flickering candlelight lit up the room in the sparsest of ways, but alas, as he had learned by then, the woman laying atop her own bed hardly needed any light at all to continue their affair.

Princess Sakura was the epitome of regal beauty and womanly charm, having seduced her newest guard entirely, and that night was by no means an exception. Unlike their usual foreays in the bedroom, her clothes had been shed in their entirety, leaving her as naked as the day she was born… yet, despite himself, as his pants were undone and placed neatly on a coffee table within her chambers, Sasuke Uchiha couldn’t help but glance left to the greatest anomaly present.

Queen Tsunade was there, laid down on her side, sharing beds with the Princess, her own daughter, with a very knowing smile adorning her lips. Only then, in the company of both monarchs, the current and future one alike, would he admit that he had the fortune of the heavens.

Like her daughter, the Queen was naked save for a pair of lacy cyan panties and a set of matching stockings. What the Princess lacked, the Queen possessed, be it her maturely charm or the voluptuous curves of her chest; the Queen possessed it all. That, along with a hand placed atop the Princess’ chest, fondling her smaller, petite breasts to the point that Sakura herself squirmed, was as much of an invitation as Sasuke could ever need.

His hands roamed up along the Princess’ thighs, caressing her sides, spreading her legs wide, all while revealing the kingdom’s purest treasure for his eyes to behold. A pink, puffy pussy, tighter than even her ass had been before the two had met, with a steady stream of arousal trickling free from its folds.

That afternoon, not only had he been confronted by the guardless Queen, but he had also received his final order for the day. He, Sasuke Uchiha, was to accompany Tsunade to the Princess’ private chambers, fully prepared to receive a scolding, while perhaps witnessing the pink haired royal’s punishment for her impurities.

Alas, what had happened instead was enough to make his common sense melt away.

The Queen had ordered her daughter to strip, something the pink haired girl had eagerly done with her knight’s attendance, and somehow, as the hours slowly passed them by, he found himself there, two gorgeous women in their own rights laid bare before him.

Heaving in a deep breath of air, Sasuke’s body throbbed, his heart ached and his cock rose up from his groin; harder than it had been when he had taken the Princess’ backdoor. Yet, then and there, his attention finally snapped back to the matter at hand, onyx eyes gazing down upon the Princess’ dripping pussy with a fervent grin adorning his features.

“Just take her already,” the Queen growled from her place beside her daughter, the hand atop Sakura’s breasts moving down, trailing past the slender waist of her little girl, before reaching her groin, spreading the Princess’ pussy lips apart to grant their knight an even greater sight.

Even before the order had left the Queen’s lips, Sasuke eased his hips forward, pressing his swollen, throbbing cockhead up against Sakura’s dripping lips, watching the Princess shudder before forcing himself forward.

He slipped off, sliding past Sakura’s womanhood, brushing up against her clit with enough force to make the Princess moan, before the Queen’s hand enclosed around his broad shaft.

With her generous guidance, and no small amount of effort on his end, Sasuke slipped inside of Sakura’s drenched entrance, two moans breaking out at once as her virgin walls sucked him deeper by the minute. Inch upon inch, moans and groans alike, sinking deeper and deeper until he was certain his brain would melt. The very depths of the Princess’ pussy were warm, scaldingly so, practically burning the sides of his shaft as he continued on the seemingly endless journey towards her depths…

… all until his heavy, leaden balls thumped up against the underside of her pristine pussy, a final, shuddering moan spilling forth from the pink haired woman’s luscious lips as Sasuke bottomed out inside of the weeping slit presented before him.

Calling her tight would never do her justice. The pussy clamping down around his cock was beyond that word; beyond the spectrum of virginity and tightness. Her walls quivered around his length, massaging his every inch, practically milking him for what he was worth with every second that passed by, yet even then, he knew that it was nothing compared to what he would soon feel.

Reaching down to grasp the Princess by her legs, Sasuke Uchiha yanked her forward, closer towards the edge of the bed, closer to himself, all the while pulling his hips back, withdrawing his cock from the delicious depths before him; all until only the very tip remained inside of her dripping core.

Holding her in place, forcibly pressing her thighs down until her knees were no more than an inch away from her pink, perky nipples, Sasuke thrust his hips forward, slamming the entirety of his cock back inside, hilting himself inside of the sheath that was the royal Princess.

That single thrust had been enough to knock the breath free from Sakura’s lungs, yet even then, as her emerald eyes rolled around in an attempt to steer clear of the back of her head, she couldn’t help but moan anew as her knight withdrew his hips once more. A second thrust appeared before her, causing her back to arch as her chest was pushed out; yet another euphoric moan spilling forth from her lips… but even then, she was given no reprieve, no pause to enjoy herself, before his hips withdrew once more.

A whirlwind had less speed, and an earthquake posed less of a threat than his hips at that point in time. He adored her body, he craved her wet warmth, and as he set himself a ruthless pace, Sasuke couldn’t help but gaze towards the side, ignoring the moaning whore beneath his cock to stare into the honey colored eyes of their spectating Queen.

To his side, no more than a few inches away from the Princess’ naked arm, the Queen lay, a subtle smirk on her lips as one of her own hands had dipped beneath the lacy waistband of her panties. Her breathing was still, but there, between her curvaceous thighs, he could see the faintest trace of her own wetness, and only then, with his hips hammering back and forth inside of a moaning sheath’s pussy, did he decide on what he would do.

With a show of force, Sasuke used his grasp on the Princess’ legs to flip her sideways, forcing her to roll around to stare into her mother’s eyes as her own emerald orbs began to forcibly roll up into the back of her head.

Her pussy was on fire, burning hotter than ever before, clamping down around the girthy cock that ruthlessly fucked her remaining virginity away. How much longer she could last was a question for the ages, but alas, that alone was not restrained to her and her alone.

Slamming his hips as hard he could against the Princess’ butt, Sasuke Uchiha came, a ferocious howl escaping his lips as his cockhead erupted. Ounces upon ounces of thick, virile sperm gushed forth from the tip of his dick, splashing up against the very depths of Sakura’s pussy, staining her womb white in a manner of seconds, before overflowing it in its entirety.

Yet, his thrusts continued. Shallow thrusts to milk himself, to empty every single drop of his cum inside of her fertile womb, combined with a ferocity that still caused the Princess’ chest to jiggle with his every movement.

Although, after what had felt like a small eternity to him, an eternity spent between the wet warmth of his scalding sperm, and the clenching depths of her womanhood, his orgasm slowly reached its end.

Heaving out a weary sigh however, the cock within the Princess’ snatch remained as hard as it could ever be, and as was the case from their every round, Sakura’s stomach had begun to bloat anew; a visible sign of the abundance of cum sloshing around within her depths.

“Aahn~” A soft moan from his left broke him free from his trance, and with a sidelong glance, the lone Uchiha caught sight of the Queen in the midst of an orgasm of her own; pitiful in comparison to what her daughter had gone through.

Between the whore he had just bred, and the mature woman that thought of him as their plaything, a wicked smirk stretched out across his lips; pearly white teeth visible as well as his eyes morphed into the dark red color of his afflicted clan.

“W-wait… what do you think you’re- aaaahhua~”

What had once been the moans of a Princess in heat were swiftly replaced by another whore’s cries of pleasure, and with them, the march of metal began anew.

Epilogue

With a heavy slam, the ornate wooden doors leading into the Princess’ private chambers crashed up against the sides of the walls, revealing not one, but three battalions of knights, armed and armored to the teeth, swords and shields drawn with a cyan haired man standing at the forefront of the army itself.

The screams of both his wife and daughter had resounded through the castle as clear as day, and as quickly as his feet had hit the floor, the bells had been sounded, warning the castle as a whole that the attention of their King demanded their presence at once.

Rushing into the room with a great axe slung across his back, the Warrior King’s eyes hardened, glaring daggers at the figure that hastily yanked its black leather pants back in place.

“You dare desecrate the sanctity of this-” Even before he could so much as finish, Dan’s eyes fell down upon the bed to his left; his daughter’s bed.

Laid bare atop it, as naked as only he had seen them before, his eyes zeroed in on the sights of his daughter and wife, or what remained of the figures he knew and loved.

His daughter was nothing short of ravaged. Her gorgeous pink hair, as unique in color as his own cyan was, was disheveled and messy, but even more so than that, the face of his little girl was twisted and turned into something he hadn’t ever imagined. A face wracked with pleasure, distorted into a blissful look of unconsciousness. Her tongue lolled out, her eyes were in the very back of her head, and as Dan’s eyes trailed down along his daughter’s nakedness, his gaze eventually fell upon her groin; swollen, bruised, with an exuberant amount of cum oozing out of her pussy and ass alike.

To her left however… the form of his wife lay, half unconscious with a far too similar appearance for his liking. Her sandy blonde hair was disheveled, but even more so than that, from groin to head, he could see the cum of their partner. Tsunade’s face was subjected to the most of it, hardly recognizable when compared to the gorgeous woman he knew. Yet, even then, as his hardened eyes fell lower, he couldn’t help but gulp the ball of lead within his throat.

His wife and daughter alike were ravaged, ruined and stained in the cum of their lover, though even more so than that, their bellies were swollen, filled to the brim and beyond with more sperm than he had ever produced; even in the eighteen years of his daughter’s life.

“Thank you for the clothes,” the shadow of a man by the window spoke, the dull, monotone voice of which was recognizable to most of those that had met him in person. “See you around.”

The form of Sasuke Uchiha dashed through the open doorway leading out to the Princess’ personal balcony, jumping up onto the bannister wherein the Princess’ asshole had been fucked, before dashing forth once more, spinning around in the air to flash the King a final-

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“Agh, can’t you just swallow your stupid pride and cross the border? It’s been like, what, three years now?” Pulling her head off of his cock, two buns of chocolate brown hair tilted backward, a pair of equally dark eyes staring up into his while using one of her hands to lazily stroke the cock she had previously deepthroated.

Releasing a low grunt, Sasuke shook his head, reaching forward to grab both of Tenten’s buns to forcibly push her head back down, listening to her sloppy blowjob while shaking his head.

“You’re a real Nightmare to deal with sometimes,” he muttered, more for himself than anything else, before releasing his grasp on said Nightmare’s head.

“That’s a real Arch-Nightmare to you, Kinslayer. Now shut up and let me suck your cock in peace!” Returning to the task at hand, Tenten the Deceiver gulped down the entirety of her lover’s dick, gagging only once as her naked hips rose up to allow one of her hands to rub her dripping slit.

Shaking his head in place, Sasuke Uchiha reclined against the headboard of the bed in their rented room, knowing naught what to do about the vily woman whose company he shared…

…nor did he care much as his fifth orgasm of the day brewed within his swollen balls.

‘I wonder if the King has decreased my bounty, at least…’ with another shake of his head, Sasuke allowed his head to rest against the wall, watching his lover and worst nightmare sucking him off for who knew how long.
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