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The Better Sister	By : Darkinudemon Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 730 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter List
- 1-The Better Sister
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In the quiet village of Konohagakure, the sun had just begun to dip below the horizon, painting the sky with a warm, orange glow. The gentle chirping of the crickets filled the air, a serene melody that seemed to put the entire world at ease. Amidst the swaying leaves of the towering trees stood a figure, her silhouette cast long by the fading daylight.

Hanabi Hyūga was a young kunoichi known for her fiery spirit and sharp intellect. Her hair, the color of freshly bloomed sunflowers, fell in soft waves over her shoulders. Her eyes, a piercing blue, held a determination that could cut through the densest fog of doubt. Her lithe form was wrapped in a tight, black jumpsuit that hugged her curves, hinting at the powerful muscles beneath.

The village was buzzing with the usual evening activities. Genin and chūnin rushed to complete their missions, while jōnin patrolled the streets with an air of solemn vigilance. Yet, amidst all this, Hanabi remained still, her gaze fixed on a distant point.

Her thoughts were as sharp as the kunai she clutched in her hand. A name echoed in her mind: Naruto Uzumaki. The love of her sister, and the man she now desired. It was a want that had grown like a wildfire within her, consuming all else in its path. Her heart raced with a mix of anticipation and resolve. Tonight, she would take what she believed to be rightfully hers.

Guided by the whispers of fate, Hanabi made her way to the training field where she knew she would find her sister, Hinata. The field was a place where many shinobi honed their skills, but for Hanabi, it was about to become the stage for a battle of hearts and wills. As she approached, the sight of Hinata standing alone, practicing her gentle fist technique, brought a smirk to her lips.

"Hinata," she called out, her voice a sultry whisper that carried on the evening breeze.

Her sister looked up, surprise etched on her delicate features. "Hanabi?" she questioned, her voice trembling slightly.

Hanabi stepped forward, the setting sun casting a fiery halo around her. "I challenge you," she announced, her eyes gleaming with an intensity that made even the strongest shiver.

Hinata's eyes widened. "What are you talking about?" she replied, her gentle voice laced with confusion.

"You know exactly what I mean," Hanabi said, her tone leaving no room for doubt. "Naruto. I want him. And I'll have him, one way or another."

Her sister's shock grew into fear. "Hanabi, please, I don't want to fight you."

The fiery kunoichi stepped closer, her eyes never leaving Hinata's. "You don't have a choice," she said, a cruel smile playing on her lips. "You can either accept defeat now or I'll take it from you by force."

The air grew thick with tension. The crickets fell silent as if they, too, knew that something was about to change.

Hinata took a shaky breath, her hand hovering over her own weapons. "I don't want to hurt you," she said, her voice barely audible.

"But I do," Hanabi whispered, a dark hunger in her eyes. "I'll do whatever it takes to ensure that he's mine and only mine."

With that, she lunged at Hinata. The fight was swift and merciless. Hanabi's movements were fluid, each strike calculated and precise. It was clear she had been planning this for a long time, waiting for the perfect moment to make her move.

Hinata, on the other hand, was torn. Her gentle soul didn't want to harm her sister, but the fierce love for Naruto burned within her. She tried to dodge and counter, but her heart wasn't in it. Her gentle fist technique was no match for Hanabi's feral rage.

In a flash, Hanabi's gentle fist connected with the nerve clusters in Hinata's arms and legs. The impact was like a lightning bolt, sending waves of pain shooting through her body. Her limbs went numb, and she crumpled to the ground, unable to move. The world around her grew hazy as the agony consumed her.

Above her, Hanabi stood tall, her chest heaving with the exertion of battle. "You see," she began, her voice a purr of triumph, "I am the one who truly deserves him. I am the one who can give him what he needs, what he craves."

With a flick of her wrist, she unsheathed a kuni. The blade gleamed menacingly in the fading light, and without a moment's hesitation, she brought it down, slicing through the fabric of Hinata's clothing with a sound that was both terrifying and eerily satisfying. The garments fell away, exposing her sister's trembling body to the cool evening air.

"You have a real nice body, sis," Hanabi said, her voice thick with a mix of contempt and desire. She stepped closer, her eyes raking over the pale, quivering flesh. "A body any man would want. And I'll make sure both myself and Naruto enjoy it... all the time."

With a smirk, she began to strip out of her own clothes, her movements slow and deliberate. Each piece fell away, revealing the sculpted body of a warrior. Her breasts were full and firm, her stomach a washboard of muscle. She stepped out of her jumpsuit, now clad in nothing but a pair of black lace panties.

"Eat me," Hanabi demanded, kneeling over her sister's face. "Prove your love for him. Prove that you're willing to do anything for him, even this."

Hinata's eyes watered with pain, but she remained stubbornly silent, her gaze refusing to meet Hanabi's. The thought of doing something so intimate with her sister was repulsive, a violation of the bond they shared.

"Eat me," Hanabi repeated, her voice dropping to a seductive purr. Her hand drifted down to her own chest, her fingers playing with the fabric of her panties. "You want to keep your pretty little nipples, don't you?"

Hinata flinched as Hanabi's fingers closed around one of her nipples, giving it a sharp pinch. "You know what happens to those who refuse me," Hanabi murmured, her breath hot on her sister's face. "Do you want to be a mutilated mess, like a broken toy?"

The fear in her eyes grew, and with trembling hands, she reached up, pushing Hanabi's panties aside. The scent of her sister's arousal filled her nostrils, and she felt bile rise in her throat. But she knew she had to do it. For Naruto. For herself.

Her tongue tentatively touched Hanabi's folds, the taste of her sister's desire a bitter pill to swallow. Hanabi's grip tightened, guiding her head in a rhythmic motion. "That's it," she cooed, "just like that."

As she lapped at Hanabi's cunt, she felt the muscles in her sister's thighs tighten. The gentle fist technique was paralyzing her limbs, and she knew that she had no choice but to submit to this twisted display of power. The thought of never being able to challenge Hanabi again filled her with dread, but she pushed it aside, focusing on the task at hand.

Hanabi's hips began to rock in time with Hinata's ministrations, her moans growing louder. "Oh, yes," she murmured, her voice thick with pleasure. "You're such a good little bitch."

Her sister's words stung like a thousand bees, but she kept going, her tongue circling Hanabi's clit. She could feel the nerves beneath, the sensitive bundle that controlled so much pleasure. The thought of what she had to do made her stomach turn, but she knew there was no way out.

As Hanabi's breath grew heavier and her moans grew louder, Hinata felt a strange heat building in her own core. It was wrong, she knew that, but she couldn't fight the way her body was responding. The power dynamics at play were twisted, and a dark part of her was reacting in ways she never thought possible.

"You're just a worthless slut," Hanabi spat, her voice dripping with disdain. "Naruto deserves someone who can satisfy him completely."

Hinata's tongue moved faster, driven by a mix of anger and desperation. Her own feelings for Naruto were a maelstrom of love and pain, and she used that tumult to fuel her actions. Her sister's crude words only served to spur her on, making her more determined to prove herself.

"Look at you," Hanabi sneered, her voice a symphony of degradation. "You're just a pathetic little whore, aren't you?"

And with every demeaning term, Hinata's technique improved. Her tongue grew more agile, her movements more precise. She could feel her sister's body tightening, the muscles in her thighs quivering with the promise of climax. It was as if the very act of being belittled was unlocking something primal within her.

"You'll never be good enough for him," Hanabi continued, her voice now a mix of pleasure and cruelty. "You'll always just be my little bitch, cleaning up my mess."

The words stung, but they also brought a strange sense of focus. The taste of her sister's arousal grew stronger, and she knew that she was getting closer to her goal. Her own body was betraying her, responding to the depravity of the situation. It was a twisted dance of love and hate, and she was the unwilling participant.

The pleasure grew, building to a crescendo that seemed to go on forever. And then, with a final, desperate thrust, she climaxed, her body spasming and shaking. The warm flood of her sister's essence filled Hinata's mouth, and she had no choice but to swallow, the taste bitter and overwhelming.

As Hanabi slowly descended from the peak of her ecstasy, she looked down at her sister, her eyes narrowing with a wicked glint. Sliding forward slightly, she looked over her shoulder at her sister. The sight of Hinata's face smeared with her arousal brought a twisted smile to her face. "That's it," she murmured, her voice a dark caress. "That's the only thing you're good for afte rall."

The power was gone now, and even when she possessed it, she didn’t hold a candle to her kidnapper. The man who had taken her, who had claimed her as his prize, had eyes that could bore through the strongest of defenses. With those very eyes, Toneri had been able to go toe-to-toe with Naruto and almost win.

The thought of Naruto made her heart ache. If only he knew what she was being forced to do. If only he could save her from this fate. But she was a Hyūga, and she knew that she had to be strong. For him.

"Now, lick my ass," Hanabi ordered, her voice still thick with desire. Her hips rolled back, presenting her sister with a view that was both erotic and degrading. The cheeks of her ass were firm and toned, and much better proportioned when compared to her own.

Hinata stared in shock. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. Did Hanabi really just say that? She wanted her to perform such a... such a disgusting act?

Her sister's hands reached around, her slender fingers digging into the firm flesh of her buttocks. With a cruel smirk, she spread them apart, revealing the tight, brown orifice that lay hidden between. The sight of it sent a shiver down Hinata's spine, a mix of revulsion and a strange, unwanted curiosity.

It was gross. It was disgusting. Yet the thought of being forced to service her sister's asshole was causing her own body to betray her further as she felt a bead of wetness form between her legs. It was as if every vile word and action had sparked a fire deep within her, a dark need to please, to serve, to be used. She couldn't explain why, but she found herself leaning in, her tongue extending to tentatively touch the puckered flesh.

As she drew closer, the scent of Hanabi's arousal filled the air, the musky aroma of her anus mingling with the sweetness of her cunt. It was a smell that made her stomach churn, and yet, there was something undeniable about it. It was the scent of power, of dominance. And as much as she hated it, her body was responding.

Hanabi's voice grew more urgent, more demanding. "Do it," she growled. "Lick my asshole like the good little bitch you are."

Still, she hesitated. The thought of tonguing such a privat part of her own her own sister was... humiliating. But the alternative was too much to bear. "Do it," Hanabi hissed again, her eyes narrowing to slits. "Or I'll destroy your pretty titties."

Her words were like a slap to the face. How could her own sister be so cruel? To rob her of the one thing she had been so proud of all these years, the one part of her body that had given her a shred of confidence in the shadow of Hanabi's own beauty and strength. Her breasts, the symbol of her femininity, the one asset that had made her feel desirable, were now dangling precariously in the balance of Hanabi's whims.

The thought of them being destroyed sent a jolt of panic through her, a desperate clenching in her stomach. But it was more than that. As she stared at the forbidden area of her sister's body, she felt something else stir within her, something dark and primal. It was as if her very essence was begging for the touch she knew she shouldn't want, craving the degradation that would come with it.

Her heart raced, her breaths coming in short, ragged gasps. The warmth between her thighs grew, and she knew she was getting wetter, her pussy betraying her in its silent, involuntary response to the situation. The fear of losing what made her a woman was a strange aphrodisiac, one that made her clit throb and her pussy ache for something she couldn't quite name. All at the thought of her sister mercilessly destroying her breasts.

With a deep breath, Hinata closed her eyes and leaned in, her trembling tongue making contact with the tight ring of Hanabi's anus. The sensation was foreign, but as she tentatively licked, she found a strange satisfaction in the act. It was as if her body had been programmed to obey, to give in to the dark desires that were being forced upon her.

Hinata began to lick Hanabi's anus in earnest, her tongue sliding over the tight, puckered flesh. The taste was salty, musky, and utterly foreign, but she focused on her task, her mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. Each stroke sent a fresh wave of revulsion through her, yet there was a strange satisfaction in knowing that she was obeying, that she was doing as she was told. It was as if her very identity was being stripped away, leaving only a shell that existed to serve Hanabi's desires.

The taste was musky, a stark contrast to the sweetness of her sister's cunt. It was a flavor that spoke of power and control, and as much as she hated it, she couldn't deny the thrill that it brought her. Each stroke of her tongue was a silent admission of defeat, a declaration that she was now Hanabi's to use as she saw fit.

Her trembling grew more pronounced as she continued, her mouth watering with a mix of fear and disgust. Yet, she couldn't help but feel a strange sense of arousal as she pleasured her sister. It was a twisted form of love, one that had been corrupted by desire and jealousy. Her own pride was being ground to dust beneath the weight of her sister's demands.

Hinata's tongue grew more insistent, probing and exploring the tight, forbidden opening. The sensation was strange, yet it seemed to resonate with something deep within her, a primal part that craved the dominance her sister exuded. She felt a warmth spread through her body, a warmth that seemed to be centered in her core.

Her eyes snapped open as Hanabi's grip on her hair tightened, pulling her closer, forcing her tongue to delve deeper. The pain was intense, but it served as a catalyst for the dark arousal that had been building within her. She could feel her own pussy growing wetter with every stroke, her body betraying her in the most humiliating way.

"That's it," Hanabi breathed, her voice a low growl of pleasure. "Get that tongue in there deep."

Hinata's eyes watered with pain and humiliation, but she complied, her tongue delving into the depths of her sister's asshole. The muscles clenched around her, and she could feel the power dynamics shift even further in Hanabi's favor. It was a feeling that was as terrifying as it was exhilarating, a dance of submission that she never knew she had within her.

Hanabi's moans grew louder, her body shuddering with every caress of her sister's tongue. "Yes," she groaned, "just like that. You're such a good bitch for me." Shifting her feet slightly, she propped up Hinata's head against her ass, granting her a more stable and submissive position. The gesture was one of dominance, a silent declaration that she owned her sister's body and soul.

Unknown to Hinata, Hanabi had studied her sister's reactions, her every little twitch and sigh. She knew the signs of arousal, the subtle cues that her sister's body gave when she was turned on. And now, as she felt the gentle touch of her sister's tongue on her most private area, she knew she had hit a nerve. The tremble in Hinata's limbs, the way her breathing had changed, it was all a sweet symphony of submission to Hanabi's will.

"You see," Hanabi murmured, her voice a velvet purr that sent shivers down Hinata's spine, "you're just not cut out for a man like him." Her eyes gleamed with malice as she watched the pained expression on her sister's face. "You're too weak, too gentle."

Naruto Uzumaki, the hero of the Hidden Leaf, deserved someone who could match his strength and spirit, not a docile kunoichi content to be in his shadow. Hanabi knew she was the one to push him, to challenge him in every way. Her mind raced with images of them fighting together, side by side, their bodies entwined in passionate embrace after every victory.

Hinata's tongue hit a sensitive spot within her, and Hanabi's body arched, a moan escaping her lips. "You see, sis," she purred, "you're already mine." She knew she had won the moment she had incapacitated Hinata with her gentle fist.

Her words were like a knife to the heart, but they also brought a strange thrill to the pit of Hinata's stomach. The idea of being so utterly under Hanabi's control, of having no say in her own fate, was terrifying and yet... intoxicating. It was as if she had been living a lie, hiding a darker part of herself that craved this very humiliation.

With renewed vigor, she licked and probed, her tongue delving deeper into the tight channel of Hanabi's anus. The taste grew stronger, more overpowering, but she didn't stop. Her own body was responding in ways she couldn't ignore, a slickness coating her inner thighs that she knew was not from fear alone.

"Look at you," Hanabi said, her voice thick with satisfaction. "So eager to please." Her chakra-infused fingers traced over her sister's breasts, teasing the sensitive flesh. "Hell, I bet if I told you I was going to destroy your breasts right now, you wouldn't even try to stop me."

Her sister was absolutely right. Still the words were a knife to the heart, but they also brought a strange thrill to the pit of Hinata's stomach. The thought of losing such a vital part of her identity was terrifying, yet the idea of being completely at her sister's mercy was... exhilarating. She knew she had to keep going, to do whatever it took to keep Hanabi satisfied.

Hanabi's fingers trailed down from her sister's breasts, tracing a path down the valley of her chest, and finally coming to rest on her abdomen. Her eyes gleamed with a newfound excitement as she used her byakugan to visualize felt the two soft lumps of flesh above to the each side of her womb. Two little pieces of flesh, so vital, so hidden, yet so vulnerable to the power of the gentle fist technique.

Slowly, she began to manipulate the nerves around her sister's ovaries, her movements precise and calculated. With each touch, she could feel the delicate balance of power shifting even more in her favor. It was as if the very essence of her sister's womanhood was in her grasp, ready to be crushed by the slightest application of pressure.

"Sadly, sister," Hanabi began, her voice dripping with a mocking sweetness, "like any good bitch, they eventually need to be spayed to prevent unwanted offspring." Her hand moved down, her chakra-infused fingers hovering just above the soft, vulnerable flesh of her sister's womb.

Before Hinata realized what was about to happen, Hanabi struck. Her gentle fist technique's power coursing through her as she slammed her fingertips into the precise points above her sister's ovaries, the chakra releasing in a violent pulse. Both strikes hit like a bolt of lightning, making Hinata's body convulse and her eyes bulge with pain.

The agony was indescribable, a maelstrom of fire and ice that ravaged her core. She could feel the delicate tissue within her rupturing, the very essence of her womanhood being obliterated by her own sister's hand. Her screams were muffled by Hanabi's ass, but the sound of her ovaries tearing apart was clear as day in her mind. The pain was so intense that it seemed to consume her, leaving no room for thought or resistance.

Yet amidst the horror, something within her snapped. A wave of pleasure so intense, so unexpected, it stole her breath away. Her body bucked and spasmed as she orgasmed, the sensation ripping through her like lightning. It was a climax born of pain and fear, a betrayal of the very essence of what it meant to be a woman. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she could feel the muscles in her cunt clenching and releasing in a frenzy of pleasure. It was as if her body had been hijacked, her own arousal a twisted mockery of the love she felt for Naruto.

"Now that I’ve spayed you," Hanabi said, her voice cold as ice, "you'll never challenge me again." She reached between her legs and grabbed the soft flesh of her sister's crotch, her grip unyielding. "I've made sure of that."

When the spasms of pleasure finally subsided, all Hinata could do was lay there helplessly stairing at her sister’s ass and gushing cunt. The realization of what had just transpired hit her like a ton of bricks. "You... you monster," she choked out, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Monster?" Hanabi repeated, her voice devoid of emotion. "Monster or not, I've made sure you won't be a problem anymore." She reached down, her hand still glowing faintly with chakra as she began circling Hinata’s clit. "You're nothing more than a toy to me now, a pretty little thing to play with when I'm bored."

Her touch grew more insistent, and despite herself, Hinata felt the beginnings of another orgasm building within her. Her eyes shot open as she began thrashing around, trying to escape the relentless stimulation. "Please, no!" she begged, her voice barely above a whisper. "Please not my clit as well."

But Hanabi's eyes were cold, her smile wicked. "Yes, your clit is going as well," she informed her sister, her voice devoid of any warmth or pity. "I'm going to make sure you understand your place."

"I do, I do," she whispered, her voice trembling with pain and defeat. "I understand my place. That I belong to you." Hinata was openly crying now as she begged her sister.

"Then why are you still struggling?" With a sneer, Hanabi leaned back down, pressing her sister's face back into her ass. "Why did you stop rimming my ass when I never gave you leave?"

The pain was still a fresh wound, but the fear of losing more was too much for Hinata to bear. She immediately began to comply, her tongue moving back to the task at hand, tracing the tight ring of Hanabi's anus with renewed vigor. Her eyes remained squeezed shut, tears leaking out and mixing with the saliva that coated her face. The taste of her sister's ass was the only thing she could focus on now, pushing aside the horror of what had just been done to her.

"Tell you what sis, you want to keep your clitty?" With a mouth full of ass, Hinata desperately nodded her head. "Good," Hanabi murmured, her voice low and sultry, her hand remaining on her sister’s clit, the gentle strokes turning into a sadistic game. "Then all you have to do is not cum. If you can do that one little thing then maybe I'll let you keep that pathetic little nub of yours." The words were like a knife in the back, but they served their purpose, keeping her tongue moving, her mouth working.

It was a race, Hinata realized. Her mind raced as she licked and kissed her sister's asshole, her nose buried in the cleft of Hanabi's ass. If she wanted to be anything more than a warm wet hole to fuck than she couldn't cum before Hanabi said so. But a small part of her knew that she couldn't win against Hanabi, not like this.

Her tongue felt like it was on fire as it danced around the tight ring, her body shivering with every sadistic stroke her sister applied to her clit. Her breaths grew more ragged, and she felt the pressure building in her stomach. Her orgasm was a wild beast, one that was being poked and prodded with a stick, growing more and more restless with every second.

Thoughts of defiance flitted through her mind, but the pain was too much. The gentle strokes grew more insistent, turning into a relentless assault that sent shockwaves through her body. The same hand that had destroyed her dreams of motherhood now held the power to bring her to the peak of pleasure, and she was helpless to resist.

Her mind was a tornado of despair, the love she had for her sister and the hope she had held for a life with Naruto shattered beyond repair. Yet, as she felt her sister's chakra-infused hand on her clit, she couldn’t help but feel a strange comfort in her submission. It was as if she had been born to serve Hanabi in this way, to give her body for her sister's pleasure and amusement.

With every suck and thrust of her tongue, she felt her own arousal climbing higher. Her body was a traitor to her soul, responding to the very act that was meant to degrade her. It was a betrayal that she couldn’t ignore, but the pleasure was too intense, too all-consuming. The taste of her sister's ass filled her mouth, a reminder of her new role, her new purpose.

Hinata's cheeks hollowed as she took Hanabi’s asshole into her mouth, her tongue plunging in and out with a fierce desperation. The walls of her throat constricted around the musky flavor, her body reacting as if it were the sweetest nectar. Her eyes remained squeezed shut, focusing solely on the task at hand, trying to ignore the pain and the tears that still leaked down her cheeks.

As she pleasured her sister, she could feel the pressure on her clit growing, the gentle strokes turning into a relentless, cruel tease. It was a dance of dominance, and she was acutely aware that she was losing control. The thought of cumming without permission was terrifying, but the sensations building within her were too powerful to resist.

Her eyes snapped open, and she stared at Hanabi's tight asshole, her tongue working harder, her desperation evident in every movement. She could feel it, the climax approaching like a freight train, ready to consume her. Her breaths grew shallower, and her body grew tense, her muscles quivering with the effort to hold back.

But it was no use. The orgasm crashed over her like a wave, her cunt clenching around nothing as she came against her sister's will. The sensation was agonizing in its intensity, a mix of pleasure and pain that seemed to tear her very soul apart. Her mouth was filled with the taste of Hanabi's ass, her sister's juices trickling down her chin as she moaned into the soft flesh.

With a sadistic glint in her eye, she positioned her hand over the sensitive bundle of nerves and prepared to strike. The chakra built up around her fingertips, the gentle fist technique at the ready to deliver a blow that would leave Hinata forever changed. Then with surgical precision she struck, her gentle fist targeting the delicate nerve endings of Hinata's clit. The pain was a white-hot agony that seemed to burn through her very soul.

The clearing was filled with the sound of her screams as she writhed in pain, her body betraying her by reacting to the touch with a rush of pleasure that was almost too intense to bear. Her clit swelled and grew even more sensitive as the nerves were destroyed under Hanabi's cruel ministrations, a silent testament to the power her sister now wielded over her.

As Hanabi felt the warm rush of her own climax, she couldn't help but laugh, a deep, throaty sound that echoed through the clearing. She had never felt so alive, so powerful. She knew that she had truly won. The gentle fist technique had not just rendered her sister infertile; it had also turned her into a plaything for her own twisted amusement.

The orgasm was unlike any she had ever felt before. It was as if her entire body was on fire, every nerve ending alight with pleasure. Her juices spurted out in a powerful stream, coating her sister's face and chest. The sight of her sister, writhing in pain and pleasure beneath her, was a visual symphony of dominance that sent her over the edge.

Hanabi watched with a sadistic smile as Hinata's body convulsed, her eyes wide with shock and agony. The gentle fist had done its job, reducing her sister to nothing more than a quivering mess of sensation. She knew that the nerve endings in her clit were destroyed, that the ability to feel pleasure in that way had been ripped away from her.

Hinata's body went limp as the last tremor of her climax subsided, her breathing ragged and uneven. Hanabi's chuckles filled her ears as the younger Hyuuga pulled away, leaving her front bathed in her sister's release. Her body had betrayed her and now her sister owned her completely.

Hanabi stood up, a smug smile playing on her lips as she watched the display before her. She knew that she had broken her sister, that there was no going back from this. The power she held over her was absolute, and she reveled in it. It was a moment that would be etched in her mind forever, a testament to her dominance.

"Now, clean me up," she ordered, her voice dripping with arousal and authority. "You've got a mess to deal with."

Her words were like a slap to the face, jolting Hinata out of her haze of pain and pleasure. With trembling hands, she reached up to Hanabi's cunt, her eyes wide with horror at the task she was about to perform. The sight of her sister's swollen labia, glistening with her own arousal, was a stark reminder of her new place in the world. She was the servant, the one who would clean up after her sister's pleasure, who would bear witness to the very essence of Hanabi's triumph.

Obediently, she brought her mouth to the slick folds of Hanabi's pussy, her tongue tentatively flicking out to taste the musky sweetness. The flavor was intoxicating, a blend of sweat and desire that seemed to speak to the darkest part of her soul. She couldn’t believe this was what she had become, a mere tool for her sister's amusement.

As she licked away the juices, her mind was a chaos of emotions. Fear, anger, love, and despair all battled for dominance, leaving her feeling utterly lost. Yet, even in the face of such degradation, she couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of belonging. This was her place now, kneeling before Hanabi, her mouth filled with the taste of her sister’s victory.

~*~ Potential Chapter break

Naruto Uzumaki, the hero of the Hidden Leaf, felt a pang of boredom mixed with a hint of loneliness as he wandered through the quiet streets of the village. Two weeks had passed since he last saw his beloved Hinata, and the absence was beginning to weigh heavily on his heart. The whispers of his fellow shinobi spoke of intense training with her sister Hanabi at the Hyuga compound, a place that was currently off-limits to visitors. His curiosity was piqued, but he knew better than to interrupt such matters. After all, the Hyugas were known for their rigorous training methods and their penchant for privacy.

He couldn't shake the feeling that something was off, though. Normally, he'd receive a note or a quick glance from her, something to reassure him that she was okay. But there had been nothing, not even a whisper of her presence. His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of his stomach growling, a reminder that his mission for the Hokage had kept him from eating dinner.

With a sigh, he resigned himself to the fate of prepackaged cup ramen for the night. It wasn’t the same as Teuchi’s warm, delicious creations at Ichiraku, but it would fill the void. The familiar red and white packaging of his favorite brand would be a sad comfort, a stark contrast to the vibrant colors of the restaurant's neon lights but once again it would have to do.

Naruto's sigh grew deeper as he approached his apartment, the weight of his worries for Hinata compounded by the mundane reality of his dinner plans. As he drew closer, a flicker of light from the kitchen window caught his eye. His heart skipped a beat, and his stride quickened. Could it be? Could Hinata have come over?

He reached out for the door handle, his heart racing as he felt it give way under his hand. It wasn’t locked. With a gentle twist, he pushed the door open, the sweet, familiar scent of home-cooked ramen wafting through the air. It was a smell he hadn't experienced in weeks, and it filled him with a warmth that seemed to melt the chill of his anxiety.

Calling out, he didn't get any return greeting. The silence was deafening, punctuated only by the sizzling of something on the stove. His stomach growled again, the scent of the food growing stronger. It was definitely ramen, and it smelled heavenly. Shrugging his shoulders, he made his way to the kitchen. His eyes widening as he saw the pot of bubbling broth, the noodles sitting on the counter waiting to be cooked.

The kitchen was clean, not a single dish out of place. It was almost eerie, as if someone had just finished cooking and had vanished into thin air. "Hinata?" He called out again, louder this time. "You here?" His voice echoed through the apartment, the only reply being a moan from his bedroom.

His heart stopped for a beat. That wasn't Hinata's voice, that much he knew. But it was female, which confused him even more. The meal was definitely her work, but she wasn't in the kitchen. He slowly made his way to his bedroom, each step feeling like he was tiptoeing through a minefield. The closer he got, the clearer the sounds became. It was definitely someone enjoying themselves, and they were doing so with enthusiasm.

As he peaked around the corner and into his bedroom, he received the shock of his life. There on the floor on all fours was Hinata, naked with her ass toward the door. Her pussy lips were engorged and dripping wet, and what looked like a large jade butt plug was shoved up her ass. Fitted around her neck was what looked like a dog collar with a leash attached that was held in the hand of none other than her own sister Hanabi.

Hanabi was completely naked, her body glowing in the candlelight that filled the room. She sat on the edge of the bed, her legs spread wide as she leaned back, her arms propped up behind her to maintain a semi-reclined pose that displayed her perky, younger breasts. Her eyes remained closed; her mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure from her sister's face being buried in her sex.

Yet, the bulging veins of her byakugan showed that she was fully aware of the presence of an uninvited guest. Her dojutsu was active, the 360-degree vision giving her an eerie awareness of every detail in the room. Despite the pleasure that consumed her, she knew that her sister's lover was there, watching the depraved scene unfold. The thought brought a wicked smile to her face, the corners of her lips turning up in a silent taunt.

Her eyes snapped open, locking onto his with a fiery intensity that seemed to pierce his soul. She stared directly at him, her gaze unwavering as she continued to ride the wave of pleasure that her sister's tongue was giving her. The room was silent except for the wet sounds of cunnilingus and her sharp intakes of breath. It was a moment that hung in the air like a sword waiting to drop, the tension thick and palpable.

With a sudden, deliberate move, she thrust her hips forward, burying her sister's face even deeper into her cunt as she allowed herself to orgasm. Her body quivered, her muscles tensing and releasing in a symphony of ecstasy. Her nails dug into the bedsheets as she held on, her back arching off the bed. Her orgasm was like a storm, a wild and powerful force of nature that seemed to consume her whole.

Her legs tightened around the back of her sister's neck, trapping her in place as she rode out the waves of pleasure. She could feel the warmth of her sister's breath against her clit, the softness of her cheeks pressed against her inner thighs.

The room was still silent except for the sounds of their breathing, the air thick with the scent of sex and sweat. The candles flickered, casting shadows that danced across their naked bodies like silent spectators to their depraved dance.

Hanabi spied Naruto's rock-hard cock, and in that moment, Hanabi knew that she had won. Not just the battle of the gentle fist, but the war for Naruto's affection. The power she held over her sister was absolute, and the look on his face as he took in the scene before him was a testament to that. She felt a surge of triumph as she reached down, her hand tangling in the leash attached to the collar around Hinata’s neck.

Hinata's eyes watered as she tried to keep her tongue pressed against Hanabi's clit, her mouth filled with the sweetness of her sister's release. The taste was intoxicating, and she couldn't help but swallow, her throat constricting around the thick liquid that flowed into her mouth. She felt the warmth spread through her, the taste of her sister's pleasure a stark contrast to the coldness of her new reality knowing that Naruto was watching.

As Hanabi's orgasm subsided, she leaned back, her breathing ragged and uneven. She looked down at the kneeling figure before her, the collar and leash a stark reminder of her power. With a flick of her wrist, she gestured for Hinata to stop, the leash pulling at the collar. "Welcome home, Naruto-kun," she said, her voice a seductive purr that sent a shiver down his spine.

"Hanabi, Hinata, what's going on?" Naruto's voice cracked as he stuttered out the words, his eyes wide with shock and confusion. The scene before him was something he had never dared to imagine, much less believe was possible. He watched as his love, the woman he had longed for and protected, willingly served her sister in such a degrading manner. It was as if the very fabric of his reality had been torn apart, leaving him grasping at the frayed edges.

Ignoring his presence, Hanabi spoke in a tone that was both commanding and eerily calm, "Hinata, assume the 'Welcome Home Position'. You know what I expect."

Without a word, and with a grace that seemed almost robotic, Hinata turned around and kneeled before Naruto. Her legs spread wide, giving him an unobstructed view of her body, now a canvas of submission and ownership. She placed her hands behind her back, her head bowed low in a display of absolute surrender. The collar around her neck, now adorned with a tag that read 'Property of Naruto Uzumaki', was a stark reminder of her new status.

Her breasts had been pierced, the metal caps that acted like cages glinting in the candlelight. The Uzumaki swirl was engraved on each one, a permanent brand of her servitude to him and her sister's will. The piercings looked painful, but the way her nipples were erect suggested she had been trained to find pleasure in the pain. It was a sight that both excited and horrified him, a blend of the woman he knew and the one she had become apparently turned into.

Moving down, his gaze fell upon a tattoo, the one that was placed directly above her pussy. It was the Uzumaki swirl intricately designed with patterns that weaved in and out of one another, creating a mesmerizing dance of ink on her skin. It was as if the tattoo was alive, pulsing with chakra.

Naruto later discovered that the tattoo was far more than just ink. It contained a complex sealing matrix, a forbidden jutsu that had been passed down within the Hyuuga clan for generations. Its purpose was to ensure that the bearer remained in a constant state of arousal, their body perpetually wet and ready to serve. Hanabi had additionally explained with a wicked grin, that the seal also prevents Hinata from ever being able to achieve an orgasm.

The last thing that caught his attention was the most shocking of all: a horizontal piercing that looked like it went through her clit. But upon closer inspection, Naruto realized that it was not her clit at all. It was a cleverly disguised piece of jewelry, a small pink pearl that exactly matched the skin tone of Hinata’s sex. It was nestled under her hood exactly where her clit was supposed to be, the orb held in place by a metal bar piercing though each side of her hood with a ball attached.

The horror and confusion must have shown on his face as Hanabi spoke up, "Hinata here unfortunately lost her pearl to a gentle fist strike that destroyed all the nerves to her clit, subsequently causing it to atrophy." Her hand appeared in his line of sight and began caressing the pearl in question. "Being the loving and caring sister that I am, I gave her a replacement. I spared no expense finding an ocean pearl that exactly matched the color of her flesh and everything."

The words hit him like a sledgehammer. The gentle fist was a technique that could do incredible damage if applied with enough precision, and the thought of it being used on such a delicate part of his love was unbearable.

'Is that why Hinata was too shy to be naked around me, why we hadn't had sex?' Naruto thought with a frown. He had always assumed it was because she was saving herself for marriage, a gesture of purity and love that he had found endearing. But now, as he stared at her, her eyes downcast and her body adorned with the marks of Hanabi's dominance, he realized there was so much more to it.

"And the rest?" Naruto asked, his throat suddenly dry. His eyes traveled over the rest of Hinata's piercings, tattoos, and collar. All intricately design and proudly displaying his clan in a spider web of ownership.

"Ah yes, the rest," Hanabi's smile grew wider, "Hinata's always had a taste for the...unconventional. But she was too shy to tell you herself. She didn't think you'd understand, that you'd find her disgusting when you learned about her fetishes. So, I took it upon myself to help her explore. And what I found," she leaned in closer, her breath hot against his ear, "was that she loves the taste of my pussy. Can you imagine that? Your sweet, innocent little angel craving something so dirty?"

Naruto felt his stomach churn, the reality of the situation crashing down upon him. His mind raced, trying to make sense of it all. Fetishes? He had heard the term before but had never given it much thought. He had always thought of sex as a beautiful, loving act between two people. But here, before him, was a side of his beloved that he had never known.

"What fetishes?" Naruto had to ask, his voice barely above a whisper. The words seemed to hang in the air like a challenge, and Hanabi was all too eager to answer.

"Yes, Naruto-kun," Hanabi said, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "Hinata here has quite the kinky streak." She tugged gently on the leash, forcing her sister's head to rise so that their eyes met. "Isn't that right, my little slut?"

Hinata mutely nodded, blushing up a storm despite Hanabi spending two whole weeks training and desensitizing her to sex. During that time, she had been subjected to countless sessions of erotic torment, each one pushing her past her limits. The gentle fist had been used on her in ways she had never thought possible, turning her body into a playground for her sister's sadistic whims.

The first few days had been the worst. The pain of her ovaries being destroyed had been nothing compared to the agony of her clit being obliterated. The gentle fist had left her in a state of perpetual arousal, her body craving release that it would never get. Hanabi had explained it with a cold smile, "It's like your body is begging for the very thing I've taken away from you, isn't it?" And every time she had failed to resist an orgasm, she had felt the painful backlash, a cruel reminder of her new reality.

But now, kneeling before the man she had always loved, she felt a strange mix of fear and excitement. Her body was no longer her own; it was a vessel for her sister's pleasure and now, apparently, for his amusement. Yet, even as she felt the leash tighten around her neck, the leather of the collar biting into her skin, there was a part of her that reveled in it.

Hanabi stood up from the bed, her naked body gliding over to where Naruto was frozen in place. She pressed her firm, slightly sweat-kissed chest against his and gently caressed his cheek with her hand. "You see, my dear sister here has quite the palette of kinks," she whispered, her breath hot against his ear. "Submission is her jam, and she gets off on not being allowed to cum. Then there's her desire to worship dirty feet and she loves eating ass. Last but not least, she's a true cuckquean."

Hanabi's naked body was doing things to Naruto he'd rather not think about, and even worse Hinata was still obediently kneeling there letting it happen. Still he had to ask, "What's a cuckquean?" Naruto's question hung in the air, the silence of the room suddenly deafening. The word was unfamiliar to Naruto, but the way she spoke it sent a chill down his spine.

With a knowing smirk, Hanabi leaned in closer to him, her breath warm against his cheek, "It's a woman who gets off on watching her man take other women."

Naruto's mind reeled at the revelation, his eyes wide as they searched Hanabi's for any sign of a lie. But her gaze was steady, filled with a confidence that was almost contagious. He felt a strange thrill in his gut, one that was part shock, part arousal. He had never considered such a thing, but the idea of seeing the woman he loved lose control with desire was...intriguing.

"That's why I'm here," she murmured again, her voice a siren's call that he found impossible to resist. His breath hitched in his throat as she tilted her head up, her eyes half-lidded and full of promise. Before he could respond, Hanabi took the initiative, pressing her lips against his in a fiery kiss that seemed to set his soul alight.

Before he could process the kiss, Hanabi was on him, her body pressing against his, her breasts flattening against his chest. Her hand found its way to his cock, stroking him with a confidence that belied her age. The sensation was electric, a stark contrast to the gentle, tentative touches he had known from Hinata. Hanabi was a maelstrom of passion and power, and as she guided him towards the bed, he felt himself getting lost in the storm. "Let me show you what she's learned, Naruto-kun."

Naruto could only dumbly nod as Hanabi worked her magic, her hands deftly removing his shirt and unbuttoning his pants. His underwear followed, and he was naked before her, his erection standing tall and proud. She stepped back to admire him, a look of hunger in her eyes that was as terrifying as it was thrilling. "You're going to love this," she murmured, her voice a seductive whisper that seemed to resonate through his very soul.

Dropping to her knees, Hanabi took him in her mouth, swallowing his cock whole. The sensation was overwhelming, the wet heat of her mouth enveloping him like a warm, wet glove. His eyes rolled back in his head, and he let out a deep, guttural moan that seemed to echo through the room. His hands found their way to her hair, his fingers tightening in her soft locks as she began to bob her head up and down, setting a rhythm that was both fast and furious.

Hinata wimpered, and he turned his gaze to her. She was kneeling there, her own mouth open in a silent scream of need. Her eyes were glued to the sight of her sister sucking him off, and her cheeks were flushed a deep shade of crimson. Her chest heaved with every ragged breath she took as she watched.

Pulling away from Naruto's cock long enough to speak, Hanabi told her, "Now, my good little slut. Take care of his dirty ass."

The words barely had time to register before Hinata was in motion. She scurried behind him on her hands and knees, the leash trailing behind her like a slithering snake. Her eyes were wide with a mix of excitement and trepidation as she gazed upon his muscular form. Her heart raced as she reached out, her hands shaking slightly as she gripped his firm ass cheeks. She had never done this before, never even imagined it. But here she was, about to perform an act she had only read about in secret.

Her tongue darted out, the tip brushing against the tight ring of his anus. The taste was unexpected, a mix of soap and something uniquely male. She paused for a moment, the reality of what she was about to do weighing heavily upon her. But then she saw Hanabi's eyes, the flaming jewels that bore into her soul, commanding her to proceed. With a whimper, she obeyed, her tongue pushing past his resistance and delving into the warm, musky depths of his ass.

But something felt off about her tongue, and it took him a moment to realize that it had also been pierced. The sensation was strange, the metal stud adding a new dimension to her touch. It was like nothing he had ever felt before, a mix of pain and pleasure that sent his senses reeling.

Hanabi took control, pushing her sister's head closer, forcing her tongue deeper. "That's it," she cooed, her eyes never leaving Naruto's. "Show him how much you love his dirty ass."

Naruto's eyes grew even wider, feelling as the metal stud of Hinata's pierced tongue penetrated him. He couldn't help but feel a mix of arousal and fear at the sight of his pure love being so...so dirty.

"Be as rough as you want with both of us," Hanabi said before returning to his cock, her words sending a shiver down his spine as she took him in again, her cheeks hollowing out with each vigorous suck.

Naruto's mind was racing, trying to process the situation. But his body had a mind of its own, and it responded to the dual assault with a fervor that shocked him. His hips began to move, thrusting into Hanabi's mouth in time with her sucking. The sensation of his cock sliding in and out of her mouth was unlike anything he had ever felt, and he knew that he wasn't going to last much longer.

With a growl, he grabbed Hanabi's head with both hands and forced her down, her nose pressing into his pubic hair. He couldn't hold back anymore, his body demanding release. He climaxed with a roar, filling her mouth with his hot seed. Hanabi's eyes widened, but she didn't pull away, instead swallowing every drop, her cheeks hollowing with each gulp. The sight was obscene, and yet it was the most erotic thing he had ever seen.

But before he could revel in the afterglow, she stood up, her mouth still full of his cum. She stepped over to where Hinata was kneeling and without a word, forced her head back. Hanabi's mouth met hers, the salty, musky taste of his release passing between them. The action was brutal, almost violent in its intimacy.

Hinata's eyes grew wide with shock and arousal as she tasted Naruto's cum for the first time. She couldn't help but swallow as her sister pushed her tongue into her mouth, sharing the prize. Somehow it felt appropriate that it came from her sister’s mouth, knowing her next taste would be from her pussy.

Hinata's eyes grew wide with shock and arousal, and The act was a declaration of victory, a symbol of Hanabi's dominance over her. The taste of him was intoxicating, and she found herself craving more, even as she knew she was being used as a mere receptacle for her sister's pleasure.

But as Hanabi pulled away, wiping a stray drop from her sister's chin with her thumb, he felt something stir within him. Something that had been lying dormant, something that craved this power exchange. He looked down at Hinata, her eyes glazed over with lust, her mouth open in a silent plea for more, and he knew that this is what she wanted. Something he was more than happy to give.

Standing up, Hanabi led him by his still erect cock to the bed, her own need evident in the way she walked, her hips swaying with each step. She laid back on the plush comforter, her legs spreading open like a blooming lotus, revealing the wetness of her pussy to him. "My pussy belongs to you, Naruto," she said, her voice dripping with honeyed seduction. "If you will have it, and me."

Naruto could only nod, his body acting on instinct. He climbed onto the bed, his cock bobbing with the anticipation of claiming her. But as he reached down to guide himself into her warm, inviting folds, she stopped him, her hand wrapping around his wrist.

"Let her do it," Hanabi said, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "It's only right that she's the one to seal our bond."

Naruto looked back at the trembling figure of Hinata, her eyes filled with a mix of fear and longing. He couldn't deny the dark thrill that coursed through him at the thought of her touching him in such a way. With a nod, he allowed her to take over. "Do it Hinata."

With trembling hands, Hinata reached up and gently took his erect cock in her hands. Her touch was tentative at first, almost reverent, as if she was afraid she might break him. She had seen it so many times, , but never had she touched it like this. The weight of it felt heavy in her grip, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of awe as she guided it towards her sister's entrance.

Naruto's body jerked as the tip of his cock kissed Hanabi's wet folds, sending a jolt of pleasure through his body that was almost too much to bear. He took a deep breath, trying to center himself, his eyes locked on the sight before him. "Know this, Naruto," Hanabi said, her voice a siren's call that seemed to resonate through every fiber of his being, "Unlike my sister, I'm giving myself to you as your equal"

Hanabi's words echoed in his mind: she was giving herself to him as an equal, a stark contrast to the submissive role her sister had been forced to adopt. The gravity of her offer weighed heavily on him, a mix of exhilaration and apprehension. He knew that in this moment he had a choice to make.

If he were to take Hanabi, to sink into her wet warmth, it would mean rejecting the sweet, innocent love of his life, the woman who had always been by his side. Instead, he’d be committing himself to taking Hanabi and not Hinata as his wife, forcing Hinata into the role as a submissive mistress.

Naruto wanted to look back at Hinata, to get some reassurance that she was okay with this, that it was what she truly desired. But he knew that he couldn't do that. This moment, this choice, was his to make alone. The decision was a heavy one, but as he stared into Hanabi’s fiery eyes, filled with passion and challenge, he knew what he had to do. He could feel the heat of her pussy on the tip of his cock, her juices coating him in a sticky embrace.

With a grunt, he gave in to the primal need that surged through his veins. He pushed into Hanabi, feeling her tightness grip him like a vice. Her eyes widened in shock and pleasure, her legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him deeper into her. It was like nothing he had ever felt before, a feeling of power and dominance that was as intoxicating as it was terrifying.

Hanabi moaned, her body arching off the bed as he hit her cervix. Her nails dug into his back, leaving red trails that stood out starkly against his skin. "You can fuck me anytime, anywhere you want," she gasped out between moans, "and I will never refuse you." Her words were a declaration, a promise of her complete submission.

Naruto felt his cock throb with every syllable that left her lips, the reality of the situation sinking in. He had never felt more powerful than he did in this moment, his body connected to hers in the most primal of ways. He pulled out almost completely, savoring the feeling of her warm, wet pussy clinging to him before slamming back in, making her cry out.

Hanabi’s words echoed in his ears, "Nor will I ever use birth control." The thought of filling her with his seed, of watching her belly swell with his child, was a heady one. He had always wanted a family, but the idea of it being with Hinata's sister was something he hadn’t considered. Yet, as he pumped into her, he couldn’t deny the excitement it brought him.

Her legs, wrapped around his waist like a vice, forced him to drive into her with a ferocity that was almost punishing. It was as if she was trying to claim him as her own, to mark him with her scent, her essence. And as he felt his cock hit the barrier of her cervix, a part of him wondered if this was what it felt like to truly conquer a woman.

The moment of resistance was fleeting, and with a gush of wetness, he felt her barrier give way. The sensation was unlike anything he had ever experienced, a mix of pain and pleasure that shot through her body and into his soul. He paused, his cock fully sheathed inside her, feeling the warmth of her womb surrounding him.

"Don't stop," Hanabi whispered, her voice a seductive purr that seemed to resonate in every cell of his body. "Take me, claim me, make me yours."

Her eyes searched his, a wild mix of desire and desperation. He could feel her pulsing around him, her walls contracting in anticipation of his release. And as she spoke, her hips began to move, urging him on, begging him to give her what she craved.

Naruto felt a primal urge to comply, his body moving on instinct. He began to thrust into her again, his strokes deep and deliberate. Each movement sent a wave of pleasure through her, making her moan and writhe beneath him. He could feel her tightening around him, her orgasm building like a crescendo of passion.

And then, as if reading his mind, she whispered, "Do it, Naruto. Cum inside me. Claim me. Make me carry your child." Her voice was a siren's call, her words a spell that bound him to her. He couldn't resist, the thought of her bearing his offspring filling him with a sense of power that was almost overwhelming.

He picked up his pace, the sound of their bodies slapping together echoing through the room. Her nails scored his back as she pulled him closer, her teeth digging into his bottom lip as she kissed him with a fierceness that was almost bruising. Her words were a symphony of filth and love, each one pushing him closer to the edge.

And as she whispered, "I'm going to be your breeding slut," something within him snapped. He couldn't hold back anymore, his cock swelling and pulsing as he reached his climax. With a roar that seemed to shake the very foundation of the room, he emptied himself into her, filling her to the brim with his seed.

Her body tensed, her eyes rolling back in her head as she came around him, her orgasm triggered by his release. Her pussy clamped down on him, milking him for every last drop as she whispered, "I'm yours, forever."

The room was filled with the scent of sex, the air thick with it. Hanabi lay beneath him, her body trembling with need as she whispered sweet nothings into his ear, her voice a siren's call that he couldn't resist. Her words painted a vivid picture, one of him claiming her womb, filling her with his seed and making her his in a way that was more than just physical. It was a bond that would tie them together forever, a bond that she seemed to crave almost as much as he did.

As Naruto's orgasm subsided, his cock remained buried deep within her, the warmth of her pussy like a comforting embrace that he never wanted to leave. But reality had a way of intruding, even in moments like these. His stomach chose that moment to growl, the sound a stark contrast to the symphony of pleasure that had just played out between them.

"I'm sorry," he mumbled, his voice hoarse from the exertion of the last few hours. "I didn't mean to-"

But Hanabi waived him off with a laugh, the sound like a silver bell in the quiet room. Her body was still trembling from her orgasm, her pussy still clenching around his cock. "Don't be," she whispered, her voice a caress that sent shivers down his spine.

Naruto felt a strange mix of emotions. He didn't want to leave her warmth, but his stomach's protest was getting louder. He looked down at her, his eyes searching hers for answers, for guidance. But all he saw was a look of mischief and satisfaction.

"Hold on a moment, Naruto-kun," she panted, her legs tightening around his waist. "Hinata needs to thank you for her dinner."

Naruto looked over at his kneeling sister-in-law, her eyes glazed over with desire and pain. The sight of her brought him back to reality with a jolt. He had forgotten about her in the heat of the moment, lost in the intensity of his first time with Hanabi. "Thank me?" he croaked, his voice still thick with lust.

Hanabi nodded, her smile wicked. "Yes, Naruto-kun. Thank him for filling me up, for making me feel alive." Her hand reached down to grip his ass, pulling him deeper inside her. "Show him how much you'll appreciate eating your dinner out of my cunt, little slut."

Hinata looked up at him for a moment, her eyes filled with a mix of longing and defeat. She nodded, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. Her eyes returned to his cock, still buried in Hanabi's pussy, and he could see the hunger in them. "Thank you, Naruto-sama," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper as she leaned in and kissed both of his balls.

Hinata's lips pressed against the sensitive flesh of his balls, kissing first one then the other. The feel of her tongue, tentative at first, sent a jolt through him that was both shocking and exhilarating. He felt as she took one into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked gently, before switching to the other. It was a stark contrast to the fiery passion that had just been shared between him and Hanabi, but somehow it was just as erotic.

Hanabi watched with a smug smile, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction as she felt his cock twitch inside her. "Good girl," she murmured to her sister, her voice a soft caress that seemed to resonate through the room. "Now, clean me up before we eat."

Naruto's eyes widened at the sudden shift in tone, his cock still pulsing as he pulled out of Hanabi's tight embrace. He tried to stand, but his legs were shaky, his knees threatening to give way beneath him. In his haste, he accidentally smacked his half-hard cock against Hinata's cheek, leaving a sticky trail of cum. She flinched, her eyes snapping up to meet his, a mix of embarrassment and desire swirling in their depths.

A sudden thrill filled him when he realized what he'd just done and decided to do it again, smacking her other cheek before rubbing the sensitive tip of his dirty cock over her forehead and closed eyelids. "Yes, slut," he murmured, his voice a harsh caress that seemed to come from a place deep within him that he didn't know existed, "Hurry up and eat your dinner so you can finish ours."

With a wicked grin, Hanabi leaned back, her hand sliding down to caress her swollen clit, still slick with his cum. "See, she's eager to please you," she said, her voice a seductive purr.

Naruto watched in a daze as the woman he had loved for so long transformed before his eyes. The gentle, timid Hinata was gone, replaced by a creature of pure desire, her mouth watering at the taste of him on her sister's flesh.

Her tongue darted out, tentative at first, to taste the sticky remnants of his release. She looked up at him with a mix of shame and arousal, her eyes asking for his permission to continue. He nodded, his own desire flaring anew at the sight of her submission.

Hinata grew more confident, her tongue sliding along the folds of Hanabi's pussy with increasing enthusiasm. Each stroke was met with a gasp or moan from her sister, whose eyes never left his, a silent challenge to claim her completely.

As she cleaned Hanabi thoroughly, her own arousal grew. The piercing in her tongue added an unexpected twist to the act, the metal stud grazing against Hanabi's sensitive flesh, making her squirm.

Naruto still couldn’t believe what he was watching. His gentle, shy Hinata was now a willing participant in this twisted game of pleasure and power. But as he watched her tentatively extend her tongue to lick at his seed, he felt his cock twitch with excitement. He knew that this was wrong, that he should be horrified, but instead, he was captivated.

"Good girl," Hanabi purred, her eyes never leaving his. "Now go finish dinner. We're not done yet." She was obviously referring to her and Naruto.

With a whimper, Hinata pulled away, her cheeks stained with a mix of cum and tears. She scurried off to the kitchen, her movements those of a creature who knew its place. It was a stark contrast to the proud, strong kunoichi he knew her to be.

As the sound of her footsteps faded, Hanabi turned her attention back to him, her eyes gleaming with victory. "Now," she said, her voice a seductive whisper, "Where were we?"

Naruto could only stare as she gracefully rolled over onto her hands and knees, her perfect round ass in the air. With a wicked smirk, she reached back and spread her cheeks, exposing her pink, untouched anus. "That's right, I have one hole left for my precious Naruto-kun to claim," she said, her voice dripping with desire. "Do you want it?"

He could feel his cock growing hard again at the sight, his mind racing with thoughts of what she was offering. To take her there, in such a primal and intimate way, was something that he never thought he would do with anyone, let alone her. But the power she exuded, the control she had over them all, was intoxicating.

Swallowing hard, he stepped closer to the bed, his eyes never leaving hers. "I do," he managed to murmur, his voice thick with need.

Naruto bent down, his tongue tracing the delicate line of her spine as he made his way down to her ass. He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself, trying to ignore the voice in the back of his mind screaming that this was wrong. But as his mouth reached the swollen bud of her anus, all he could taste was strawberry, a sweet and tart flavor that seemed to beckon him closer.

He licked at the tight ring of muscle, savoring the way she gasped and arched her back, offering herself up to him. Her ass was so clean, so well-prepared, that he couldn't help but wonder what kind of twisted games she had played with her sister to get to this point. But as he pushed his tongue inside her, feeling her quiver and tighten around him, he realized that he didn't care.

Hanabi moaned, her hands gripping the bedsheets tightly as he explored her, his tongue delving deeper with every pass. He could feel her muscles relaxing, her body accepting his intrusion. And as he pushed in deeper, she started to push back against him, her hips rocking in time with his movements.

The smell of her arousal filled the room, a heady scent that made his cock throb with need. He could feel himself getting hard again, the desire to claim her in every way possible burning through him like wildfire. But he knew that he had to go slow, that he had to savor this moment, to make it count.

With one last lingering kiss on her cheek, he stood up, his cock standing proud and ready. He reached for the lube that lay on the bedside table, the coldness of the bottle a stark contrast to the heat of his body. He slicked up his fingers, watching as the clear gel glistened in the soft light of the room.

Naruto's hand trembled slightly as he reached down, his fingers ghosting over the tight ring of Hanabi's anus. She shivered at the touch, her breath hitching in anticipation. He felt the muscle clench around his fingers as he pushed gently, preparing her for what was to come.

Once his fingers were coated, he stepped back and took his cock in hand, stroking it to full hardness. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, a mix of excitement and fear. This was it, the moment he had never dreamed of sharing with anyone, let alone his sister-in-law.

With a deep breath, he positioned himself at the entrance to her ass, his cock head nudging against the tight ring of muscle. He could see the anticipation in her eyes, the desire that mirrored his own. He knew that he had to go slow, that this would be painful for her, but he also knew that she wanted this as much as he did.

Gripping her hips tightly, he began to push, feeling the resistance as her body fought to keep him out. He pushed harder, watching as the head of his cock began to disappear inside her. The sensation was unlike anything he had ever felt before, a mix of pressure and tightness that was both exhilarating and terrifying.

Hanabi's breath hissed out between her teeth as he pushed in, her eyes squeezed shut in concentration. He watched her face, looking for any sign of pain that was too much, but all he saw was need, a desperate hunger that he couldn't resist.

Slowly, inch by inch, he filled her, feeling her body stretch around him. Her moans grew louder, her movements more erratic as he claimed her in a way that was so raw and primal. He could feel the heat of her pussy against his balls, the sticky remnants of her climax a sweet reminder of what they had shared.

Leaning over her, his muscular chest pressing against her back, he wrapped his arms around her, one hand cupping a breast while the other played with her clit. Her body arched back into his, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she felt the fullness of his cock deep inside her ass. It was a feeling she had never known before, a feeling that was both terrifying and exhilarating.

He began to move, his hips thrusting in a steady rhythm that had her moaning with every stroke. His mouth found the sensitive skin of her neck, his teeth grazing it lightly as he whispered sweet nothings that sent shivers down her spine. His words were a mix of love and dominance, a promise of a future filled with pleasure and pain.

Her own need grew with every movement, her body responding to the unspoken commands of her sister's husband. She could feel her walls clenching around his cock, her orgasm building like a storm on the horizon. But she knew better than to let it take her, not without his permission.

"Look at me," he demanded, his voice a low growl that seemed to resonate through her very soul. She opened her eyes and met his gaze, the intensity in his eyes making her heart race. He thrust harder, the pleasure-pain border blurring as he claimed her completely. "You're mine," he murmured, his breath hot against her ear. "Mine to fuck, mine to breed."

The words were like a brand, searing themselves into her mind. She felt her pussy clench with need, a silent plea for him to fill her up. But he was relentless, his cock pounding into her with a ferocity that had her seeing stars.

"I need more," she gasped, her voice a desperate whine that she didn't recognize as her own. "Please, Naruto-sama, let me cum."

He chuckled darkly, his grip on her hips tightening as he increased his pace, the sound of his balls slapping against her cunt filling the room. "Not yet," he murmured, his breath hot and heavy in her ear. "I want to feel you come around my cock when I fill you with my seed."

Hanabi's eyes rolled back in her head, her body trembling with the effort of holding back her climax. The pleasure was unbearable, a maelstrom of sensation that threatened to consume her. But she knew that she had to wait, that she had to be the perfect little slut for him.

With one final, powerful thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside her, his cock pulsing with the force of his climax. Hanabi screamed out his name, her body shuddering with the intensity of her own release, her inner walls clamping down around him as she felt his warm seed fill her up. It was a feeling she had dreamt of for so long, and now it was a reality, a claim that was seared into her soul.

They stayed there, joined together, basking in the afterglow of their passionate encounter. Her ass clenched around him, milking every drop from his cock, her pussy still wet from the juices of their earlier play. The room was filled with the sound of their ragged breaths, their hearts beating in unison.

Naruto leaned in, kissing her neck gently, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin. He could feel her pulse racing beneath his lips, the throb of her blood echoing his own. Her body was still quivering with the aftershocks of her orgasm, her muscles tightening and releasing around him in waves.

As they lay there, the sound of footsteps approached. The door to the bedroom slid open, and a soft voice called out, "Dinner is ready, Naruto-sama, Hanabi-sama."

Naruto's eyes snapped open, and he reluctantly withdrew from Hanabi's tight ass. He couldn't help but feel a twinge of smugness as he took in the sight of her stretched and gaping hole, still glistening with their combined fluids. Hanabi looked back at him with a knowing smile, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction.

Without a word, she began to perform a set of complex hand seals, her movements precise and deliberate. The room grew quiet as the air around her hand began to shimmer with a faint green light. She placed her glowing hand over her anus, and he watched in amazement as the muscles contracted, pulling the tender flesh together with a quiet pop. The sight was mesmerizing, a stark reminder of her kunoichi prowess and control.

Hanabi looked back at him over her shoulder, a mischievous grin playing on her lips as she stepped away from the bed. "Don't worry, Naruto-kun," she teased, "I'll keep myself tight just for you."

Her laughter was like a siren's call, echoing through the room and leaving him feeling both bewitched and slightly off-balance. He watched as she sashayed out of the room, her hips moving in a mesmerizing way that seemed to defy gravity.

In the dining area, the table was set with their favorite meal, steaming bowls of ramen and plates of crispy gyoza. Hanabi had already started to serve herself, her movements deliberate and sensual. The aroma of the food was tantalizing, but it was nothing compared to the scent of sex that still lingered in the air.

Naruto took his seat at the table, his eyes drawn to the sight of his once-innocent sister-in-law on her knees beside him. She had shed all her inhibitions, her naked body on full display. Her eyes remained on his, unblinking, as she took his half-hard cock into her mouth, her tongue stud grazing his sensitive flesh with every stroke.

The sensation was exquisite, sending waves of pleasure through him that made it difficult to focus on the food. He tried to ignore the way her cheeks hollowed with each suck, the way she took him in deep until he could feel the back of her throat, but his mind kept wandering back to the scene that had just unfolded in the bedroom.

The noodles slipped down his throat almost unnoticed, his attention solely focused on the ministrations of Hinata's mouth. She knew exactly how to tease him, bringing him to the edge of climax only to pull back, leaving him panting and desperate. It was a power play, a silent reminder that she was now under Hanabi's control.

Throughout dinner, Hanabi watched them with a smug smile, occasionally feeding him a piece of gyoza with her own mouth. She didn't miss the way his eyes kept flicking to her, the hunger in them unmistakable. He was hers now, in every way that mattered.

Finally, as they finished the last of their meal, Hanabi gestured for Hinata to stop. She took a deep breath, her chest heaving, and looked up at him with those big, doe eyes filled with both submission and a hint of challenge. "You may cum now, Naruto-sama," she whispered, her voice hoarse from her exertions.

He couldn't hold back any longer, his hips bucking as he shot his load into her eager mouth. She swallowed every drop, her eyes never leaving his as she licked him clean, savoring the taste of his release. It was a stark reminder of their new dynamics, one that was as erotic as it was disturbing.

The silence was broken only by the sound of their swallowing, the moment stretching out until it was almost unbearable. Then, Hanabi spoke, her voice filled with a gentle command. "Good slut," she praised, her hand coming down to pat Hinata's head like a pet. "Now clean up the table."

With a nod, the blush-stained Hinata rose to her feet, her eyes never leaving the floor as she cleared the dishes and bowls away. The sight of her, so submissive and obedient, was a stark contrast to the powerful kunoichi he had once known.

Naruto felt a twinge of guilt, but it was quickly overshadowed by the excitement that thrummed through him. The evening had only just begun, and he had no doubt that there would be many more twisted moments of pleasure to come.

With a nod from Hanabi, who had finished her meal and was watching them with a knowing smile, he reached out and took hold of Hinata's chin, tilting her face up to meet his gaze. "Get on the bed," he ordered, his voice still thick with lust.

Hinata complied immediately, moving with a grace that belied her newfound submission. She crawled onto the bed, her eyes never leaving his as she positioned herself on her back, legs spread wide. She knew what he wanted, what she was supposed to be for him now, and she couldn't help the shiver of anticipation that ran through her.

Naruto followed, his cock still standing proud despite the recent release. He couldn't help but feel a twinge of disappointment as he stared down at her. Hanabi's pussy had been so tight, a vice that had squeezed him to the brink of insanity, but Hinata's... it just wasn't the same. He sighed, his hand stroking his cock as he considered his options.

Finally, he climbed onto the bed, straddling her hips. "You know," he said, his voice a low, gruff murmur, "you really should've taken better care of yourself, slut. Your cunt is barely worth fucking."

Hinata's eyes filled with tears, but she didn't protest, didn't beg for mercy. Instead, she simply nodded, her cheeks flaming with shame. She knew she was inferior to Hanabi in every way now, that her body was nothing but a plaything for them to use as they saw fit.

He slammed into her, his frustration at her lack of tightness evident in every thrust. Her pussy was still wet, still warm, but it was like trying to fuck a pillow compared to the tight, velvety grip of Hanabi's ass. He couldn't help but let out a growl of annoyance, his eyes narrowing as he picked up the pace.

The sound of his balls slapping against her was almost comical in the quiet room, a stark contrast to the symphony of pleasure they had shared in the bedroom earlier. "See, this is why I had to fuck her first," he said, his voice a harsh whisper. "Your cunt is like a well-used hole, sloppy and loose. It's a fucking disappointment."

Hinata's eyes squeezed shut as he continued to pound into her, his words a knife in her heart. But she also knew that they were true, that she was nothing more than a breeding slut for them now. Her body was here to be used, to be filled with his cum so that she could clean up and serve them both.

With every stroke, she felt herself getting wetter, her body betraying her feelings with a traitorous response. She had been trained to be aroused by pain and degradation, and she couldn't help but feel a thrill at his rough treatment. It was wrong, she knew, but it was also what she craved.

Suddenly, Naruto's thrusts grew more erratic, his breathing more ragged. He reached down, his hand slipping between her thighs to find her still wet and swollen. "See, slut," he spat, his eyes gleaming with a mix of anger and desire. "You love this, don't you?"

Hinata couldn't lie, couldn't even pretend she didn't. She nodded, a single tear slipping down her cheek as she felt his hand tighten around her neck. He squeezed just enough to make her gasp, the pressure sending a rush of adrenaline through her body that only heightened her arousal.

And then, without warning, he pulled out of her. She felt a moment of emptiness, a pang of regret, before he flipped her over onto her stomach. The slap of his hand on her ass was a jolt of pain, but it only served to make her more eager. She knew what was coming next, and she braced herself as best she could.

Naruto's cock, still slick with her own juices, pressed against her tight anus. He didn't bother with preparation, just shoved himself inside with a grunt of effort. The pain was intense, a white-hot blaze that shot through her body.

Hinata screamed, her nails digging into the bedsheets as he pushed deeper. But instead of stopping, he just laughed, his hips moving faster, his grip on her neck tightening. "You like that, don't you?" he taunted, his voice a mix of disdain and arousal. "You like the pain, you little whore."

Her body was a wreck of sensations, pain and pleasure intertwined in a dance she never wanted to end. The feel of his cock stretching her ass was almost too much to bear, but the wetness between her legs betrayed her. She was wet, so wet, and it only made him more aggressive.

With every thrust, she felt her insides stretch and burn, the sensation overwhelming. She knew she was crying now, tears streaming down her face as she took his abuse, her body jolting with every impact. But she also knew that she was close, so close to another orgasm that she could almost taste it.

Naruto's grunts grew louder, his grip on her neck tightening until she could barely breathe. His thrusts grew erratic, his hips slapping against her ass as he approached his climax. "You're such a good little slut," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "Taking it like a champ."

But it wasn't enough, the pain and humiliation weren't pushing her over the edge. Her body was a live wire, but it was as if there was a wall she couldn't quite break through. She felt his cock swell inside her, the pressure building, and she knew he was close.

"Please," she whimpered, her voice barely a whisper. "Please let me cum."

Naruto's hand tightened around her throat, cutting off her airway entirely. "You'll cum when I say you can," he hissed, his eyes flashing with anger and lust. "You're nothing but a fucking hole for me to use."

With one final, brutal thrust, he came, his cock pulsing deep inside her. The warmth of his seed filled her up, a feeling that was both satisfying and maddening. She felt his release, the spasms of his cock, but it was a hollow victory without her own climax.

Her body trembled beneath him, her eyes pleading for relief, but he just chuckled, pulling out with a wet pop. He rolled her onto her back, his cock slipping from her ravaged ass with a gush of their combined fluids. "Look at you," he sneered, his voice laced with contempt. "So desperate, so pathetic."

He wiped himself clean with the hem of her shirt, tossing it aside before he leaned over her, his weight pressing her into the mattress. "You're so fucking useless," he sneered, his voice thick with contempt. "Can't even cum when you're being fucked like the slut you are."

Hinata's body jerked at the pain, but it was the words that truly stung. She felt a flicker of anger, a spark that grew into a flame of determination. She was not useless. She was a Hyuga, a powerful kunoichi, and she would not be denied.

But before she could even begin to formulate a plan for rebellion, Hanabi was there, a blur of motion as she tackled Naruto to the bed. The look on her sister's face was one of pure, unbridled passion, her eyes alight with a hunger that was almost terrifying.

"God, you have no idea how hot that just was," she murmured, her mouth crashing down on his, her tongue invading with a fierceness that left him gasping for air. Her teeth nipped at his bottom lip, a promise of the pain to come, and he couldn't help but respond, his own tongue dancing with hers in a battle of wills.

The room spun around them as they kissed, their passion igniting a fire that seemed to consume everything in its path. Hanabi's hand slid down to his cock, her grip firm as she stroked him back to full mast. His eyes rolled back in his head as she worked him, her other hand tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, deeper.

Hinata watched, unable to look away as her sister claimed him once more. It was a sight that was at once beautiful and heartbreaking. The love she had held for him for so long seemed to wither away in the face of their desire, leaving only a bitter taste in her mouth. She had been so sure that he was the one, that she could win his heart with her gentle spirit and quiet strength. But now, as she lay there, her body used and discarded, she knew that she had been wrong.

The threads of her self-confidence had been shredded, leaving her exposed and vulnerable. Her eyes were drawn to the way Hanabi's body moved against his, the way her sister's hips rolled, grinding herself against him with an ease that she could never hope to mimic. The power she had once felt, the belief that she could stand alongside him, was gone, replaced by a deep-seated feeling of inadequacy.

But then Hanabi's eyes met hers, and in that brief moment, she saw something that sent a cold chill down her spine. It was a look of triumph, of victory, and something else... something darker, something that spoke of an insatiable hunger for control. Without a once of hesitation or remorse, Hanabi brought her foot up and placed it against her hip, the gesture a clear indication that she was about to be discarded, that she had served her purpose.

The force of the kick was unexpected, sending Hinata tumbling off the bed with a pained cry. She landed in a heap on the floor, the impact jarring her bruised and abused body. As she lay there, she watched as Hanabi straddled Naruto, her own desire for power and dominance overshadowing any concern for her sister's well-being.

Her sister's body moved with a grace and confidence that seemed almost predatory as she positioned herself over him. Hanabi's breasts, so much larger and more voluptuous than her own, bounced with every movement, drawing his gaze like a moth to a flame. His eyes never left hers as she took his cock in hand, guiding it into her waiting pussy.

The sight of her sister's folds stretching to accommodate him was almost too much for her to bear. Each thrust was a reminder of what she had lost, of the power that had been so cruelly ripped away from her. Hanabi's eyes never left hers, a silent challenge, a declaration of victory in the war for Naruto's heart.

Hanabi's movements grew more frantic, her eyes never leaving hers as she rode him. The sound of their skin slapping together filled the room, a grim symphony of dominance and submission. The look in her sister's eyes was one of pure triumph, the kind that could only come from knowing she had completely broken the other.

The sound of their passionate union above her was a taunting symphony, each slap of flesh against flesh echoing the harsh reality of her new position in their lives. And it was in that moment, a cold acceptance washed over Hinata as she felt the weight of their combined gazes on her. This was her fate now, to watch from the sidelines as her sister claimed what she had once hoped to have for herself.

Hinata lay on the floor, her body aching and her soul shattered. She was nothing more than an object to be used and discarded by Naruto's and her own sister's whims. She had been cast aside, a mere tool for their pleasure, a toy to be picked up and played with when the mood struck them, then tossed away like a dirty rag when they were through…

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