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Naruto's Fetish	By : BigE2955 Category: Naruto > General Views: 233323 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 8
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto in any way shape or form. This short story is purely for entertainment purposes, and I do not make any sort of money from doing this. Enjoy!

Chapter List
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- 13
Consider this an 'alternate' history to Naruto's Fetish--one where the last chapter, or the 'finale' as I previously stated, never happened. So, in the timeline, this happens directly after chapter ten.
Regardless, enjoy!
(Yes, I posted this on Hentai Foundry first. I decided I wanted you guys to have it too.)
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Being a good slut, Hinata had long since come to realize, was tough work.

She had to be perfect. Her arms, legs, armpits, everything shaved. Her pussy, bare. Her clothes, nice and tight, yet easily disposable whenever her lover wanted access to her body. Her hair, brushed and conditioned.

Before Himawari, before Naruko, before Sarada, it had been easy- well, easier for Hinata. Sasuke had only two options - it was either her or Sakura, and considering if Sasuke fucked her he also got to demean Naruto at the same time, Hinata found Sasuke’s cock wedged into her pussy very often, a true reward for her, she thought.

But now, things were different.

Now, Sasuke had more to choose between than one cock slut and his wife. No, now, there were four eager whores who were willing to do anything for him, so long as his enormous member found its way someone in, or on them.

So, whenever Sakura was out of town, Sasuke found himself… busy. Very busy.

“Yes, yes, yes-!” Sarada screeched, her fingernails clawing at her dear Papa’s muscled back. “Harder, faster, fuck me, oh~!” Sarada had fit right in with the other girls, Sasuke thought. Out of the four sluts he’d created, she was certainly the nearest and dearest to his heart - and although he knew everything about this was wrong, he couldn’t help basking in her moans, in the warm feeling of her soft body pressed against his, and more importantly, in the incredibly tight feeling of her snatch around his shaft.

He continued to pump his cock into her. Never before had she experienced such pleasures - and Sarada was not the one to try and hide her ecstasy as Hinata tried to when they first began this dirty affair. She was vocal. Screaming her heart out as her pussy was pounded, feeling happier than she ever had with her father’s cock deep inside of her.

And when he came inside of her, Sarada didn’t convulse, as the others might have; instead, she went limp. She went completely still against him as he pumped a massive load into her womb, moaning and groaning as she was filled with hot jizz.

A moment later, a small smile curled Sasuke’s lips, as he realized that Sarada had passed out. “You’ll get used to it…” he murmured, caressing her cheek gently. He brushed a lock of raven hair out of the way, and then, he planted a kiss on her forehead. Sasuke pulled out of Sarada’s cunt with a wet schlop, the Uchiha princess letting out an unconscious moan as he did so. She fell back onto the couch, a soft smile on her face, enough cum to fill a lake continually leaking from her pussy.

Sasuke reared back, a satisfied sigh falling from his lips. He drew himself up to full height, his cock still erect, glistening in the juices of his daughter and the crusted honey of the other three sluts that he found himself regularly servicing.

He allowed himself a moment to examine Sarada. The soft rise and fall of her chest. The way her pussy would yearn and stretch, as his seed continued to leak from its depths. Her raven hair, inherited from him, disheveled and soaked with sweat. Her thin legs twitching in the aftermath of her many orgasms… and the happy smile that curled her lips, the same smile she wore whenever she saw him. Truly, Sarada thought that he had made up for his years of absence in spades - his mighty cock paying back the anguish he had caused her, more than he could hope to do with words alone.

It was a peaceful moment. Broken only by the throbbing of his cock - which never seemed to be sated nowadays, with all of these pussies around for it to be buried into - and the occasional moan as a particularly large glob of his jizz spilled from Sarada.

Of course, Sasuke being the person he was, had to ruin that moment of peace. He bent down - grasping something that looked suspiciously like a leash. There was a jangle, of metal sliding along wood. And then, with a yank and a yelp, Uzumaki Hinata was pulled up to her knees. She, like the good little slut she was, had been lapping up cum from her daughter’s destroyed pussy, Himawari sprawled out on the floor beside the couch, a happy smile on her face as she stirred slightly.

A collar was fastened around Hinata’s neck, the Uchiha symbol stamped on the front. Metal links attached it to the leash clasped in Sasuke’s hand. It wasn’t locked with a key or anything of the sort… in fact, it was the kind of collar that could be taken off simply by unlatching it. But Hinata didn’t want to take it off. Because she was a good slut, and she knew, in the very depths of her heart, that her place was at her master’s feet.

She beamed up at him, her smile so radiant that it contrasted her appearance quite nicely. Her indigo hair, disheveled and limp. Her face - stained with cum, lipstick smudged, her skin positively glowing. Ironically enough, Sasuke’s jizz made a far better lotion than anything Ino or Sakura could give her. Her breasts appeared almost marred, purple hickies dotting them, her nipples red and bruised. The hole in between her legs looked as if an apocalypse had hit it, eternally stretched out, white cum staining her folds and inner thighs. Her asshole fared no better, gaping to the point where Naruto could have shoved his entire puny erection into it and she wouldn’t have felt a thing.

Calling her a slut, a whore, a harlot, was simply doing what Sasuke had done to her a disservice. She was a slave; a willing one. The once innocent and demure Hyuga heiress, reduced to a cock slave, that wouldn’t hesitate to sell her most treasured possessions so long as Sasuke promised her a nice warm load afterwards.

Sasuke began to walk, pulling Hinata along with him. She sighed contentedly, staggering to her feet, the collar tightening around her neck. Hinata smiled at his back. She tried to catch glimpses of his cock, as it hung between his legs. She had no shame. No dignity. All of it had been washed away by long years of pounding, courtesy of the last male Uchiha.

“What- what do you need me to do, Sasuke…?” she asked, breathless, her voice sounding so eager to do her lover’s bidding.

A cool smirk curled his lips. “You need to take a shower.” Sasuke said simply, giving the chain a good tug and causing her to yelp. He lead her up the stairs.

Hinata whined. “I don’t wanna…!” she said, sounding almost like a spoiled little kid. Showers sucked! It took ages for her to wash away all of the cum and mess, not to mention she was a. Separated from Sasuke for a good while, and b. Forced to wash away the cum and mess, which she adored, considering it was a constant remainder of him.

Sasuke chuckled. “I need to take a shower, too.” he said.

That was all she needed. In her mind, showers with Sasuke were the best things ever - the hot water running down his muscled body, the way his cock would gleam, the privacy, the intimacy… it was all a dream come true. She squealed, bouncing up and down as Sasuke pulled her into the bathroom.

The collar was thrown off. The shower door pulled back. Man and slave stepped inside, and Sasuke slammed the glass door shut behind them.

There was a bench in the shower now, actually, installed by Naruko on Sasuke’s orders. The reason for it was simple - in all actuality, the girls themselves had requested it. Sasuke didn’t need to want for anything. The girls cooked for him. They cleaned up for him. Even set out his clothes whenever he had to go outside. And those duties extended to the shower, where one of the girls would always accompany him, that cum slut in particular having the honor of washing the body that they worshipped.

And so, Sasuke sat down on the bench. He spread his legs, so that his cock hung down in front of him. Hinata, dutiful as ever, turned on the shower - until the hot water was beating down on both of them. She turned, easing herself onto her knees, stars in her eyes as she gazed at Sasuke. She grasped a rag. And began to wash him, slowly but surely, grabbing a bar of soap when she needed to rub his down. She spent ten minutes alone on his cock, scraping off the juices and saliva, that had seemed to accumulate on it in layers.

Sasuke seemed content, to merely sit back and watch. He was relaxed. His breathing slow and steady. She treated him almost like a god, her eyes filled with nothing less than absolute love and adoration. “Don’t forget to clean yourself off.” he had to mention about twenty minutes in, after she’d spent all of the time on him and hadn’t cleaned herself even the slightest bit.

“Alright!” Hinata said, her teeth glinting. Of course, she spent about another five minutes on him - but after that, she used the same rag to clean the cum off her face, to dig it out of her pussy and ass, to wash her breasts and soak her hair. He passed her the conditioner and shampoo from behind him, and after doing his hair, she did her own.

Sasuke gave her an approving nod, and Hinata beamed at him. She turned the water flow off, pulled the shower door open, and practically bounced out - Sasuke following out. She handed him a towel, and he dried himself off, his hair hanging loosely in front of his eyes.

He made to leave the bathroom - but a whine, almost like a dog’s, stopped him. Sasuke turned, Hinata staring at him, a pout on her face and her big pale eyes glistening.

Sasuke let out a chuckle. “I almost forgot.” he said, stooping down low, and scooping up the collar. She grinned as he refastened it around her neck, grabbing the leash and giving it a harsh yank so that she was forced onto her knees before him. “Better?”

“So much better.” Hinata said, grinning.

Hinata stared at herself in the mirror. And she liked what she saw. The collar looked so right around her neck, the Uchiha symbol so fitting for her stature that she almost wished it was branded in her skin. She smiled, her mind wandering. Sasuke had pulled some strings - and soon, she was to undergo the process to untie her tubes. Pregnancy was looming once more, and finally, she could carry the child of the man she couldn’t get enough of…

… Uchiha Sasuke.

She trailed after him, the chain that connected her collar to his leash jangling slightly. Naruto was off at work, well aware that his slut of a wife and daughter were receiving their daily servicing at home - and likely wishing that Naruto could become ‘Naruko’, so she could receive the same. Sarada and Himawari were down stairs, passed out with massive loads filling their stretched out pussies.. Everything in the world felt right, Hinata thought, as her master took her back down the stairs.

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It turned out that dinners out with family and close friends could be a little… awkward, nowadays.

There were seven of them in all.

And collectively, five of them were addicted to Sasuke’s cock. And one of them was Sasuke. So, as Sasuke - and the odd one out, Boruto - examined their menus and idly sipped their drinks, the girls (and male) were forced to go through what seemed more like a sickness. Sakura fared the best, having been forced to suffer this agony before. But the others… not so much.

‘I can smell it,’ Hinata thought, her cheeks rosy. Sasuke was on her left, and for the past five minutes, her gaze had been focused on his lap. She was so, so tempted to activate her Byakugan and sneak a peek, and in fact, her fingers had been mere milliseconds from curling into the necessary seal before she came to her senses.

Himawari wasn’t quite as close to Sasuke as her mother was, but even she was tempted to activate the Byakugan. ‘She really needs to hurry up.’ she thought irritatedly, rubbing her stomach. Seriously, why did babies take so long to grow up? She wanted to feel Sasuke’s seed kicking against the inside of her belly sooner rather than later - it would be awesome, a near constant reminder that she was his, that she would always have a part of him with her. But no. Unfortunately, she was still not far along enough, and had to resign herself to watching his child slowly develop inside of her womb. Ugh.

Sarada was squeamish. Because out of all of them, save Naruto, her desires were probably the most… wrong. But she couldn’t help it. Thank kami, while her mother had been upstairs getting ready, Papa had been kind enough to pump a nice and hot load into her. She was marginally more comfortable than the others, swinging her legs beneath the table, twitching every now and then as the plug shoved into her cum packed snatch was softly adjusted by her swinging limbs.

Naruto bit his lip. Fuck! If the girls had it rough, then it was no comparison to him. Because they could sit there, with their loving eyes and their wet pussies trained on Sasuke, and no one would bat an eye. But what would they do if they saw the Hokage making googly eyes at the last male Uchiha? It sucked. It really did. ‘Naruko’ was just itching to come out, to bend over the table and shake her naughty ass, Sasuke’s massive cock looming behind her…

He shook his head. These urges, they just got worse and worse. First, it had been an unquenchable thirst to watch his wife fucked and her pussy ruined in every way imaginable. Now, it was himself.

Sasuke let out a sigh. “I’m going to the bathroom,” he said softly, flashing a smirk in the girl’s direction, and pointedly adjusting his pants. Boruto and Sakura seemed to be oblvious - but everyone else, Naruto included, exchanged glances and flushed slightly.

“I need to go too,” Hinata said hurriedly, standing up as well and trailing after Sasuke - who had begun to walk towards the bathroom.

“Me too.” Sarada and Himawari said in unision.

A pause. “It… turns out I need to go as well.” Naruto said.

Boruto and Sakura were left alone at the table.

“Can you believe how much this food costs?” Boruto whined. “I swear, living on your own sucks! You gotta budget your food and your expenses… it’s terrible!”

“It’ll get better.” Sakura assured him.

Meanwhile, a party of five were walking languidly to the bathrooms. Well, Sasuke was walking languidly. The other four were practically hopping up and down, one sporting a boner, the other experiencing enough wetness in between their thighs to float a boat. Why was he walking so slowly?!

Unbeknownst to all of them, Sasuke wasn’t just walking slowly for the fun of it. Well, that was half of the reason - watching his little cum sluts squirm was highly entertaining - but, he was busy with something else as well. His right eye, morphed into the Sharingan, was carefully weaving a genjutsu over the bathrooms.

And so, as all five of them piled into the men’s bathroom, no one was the wiser, having just seen Sasuke step inside alone. It was a one person bathroom - a simple toilet, sink, and blow drier making up the entirety of the rather cramped room.

Not that it mattered.

There was a pause, as Sasuke closed and locked the door behind him.

And then, all hell broke loose.

There was a poof of smoke. Naruto became ‘Naruko’, the shirt and pants that Naruto had worn for the evening straining against Naruko’s considerable bust, and her round, juicy ass. The other girls - Sarada, Himawari, and Hinata - had their dresses halfway off by the time the smoke cleared.

A blob of black, blue, and blonde swarmed him, pinning him against the wall. Sasuke simply went with the flow, a smirk plastered on his face as his pants were yanked down, his boxers pulled off, and his cock springing free. The four of them paused for a moment, staring up at it in awe, the shadow of his member falling across their collected faces.

Hinata, the most broken, the most depraved, the most disgustingly cum addicted of them all, was the first to dart forward. There was no hesitation in her pale gaze. Only adoration for the cock hovering before her. Without thinking, she leapt forward, both of her hands wrapping around the base, her skilled mouth inhaling his member effortlessly.
The other three of them were more than a little disappointed at missing out on the prime spot to service Sasuke’s cock - but, they weren’t going to try and miss the other spots either. Himawari and Sarada were the next to react, moving forward to Hinata’s sides, both of them taking one of Sasuke’s balls into their mouth. Naruko, the odd one out, was forced to lick and lap at the bits of shaft that weren’t being engulfed by her wife’s warm gullet.

Sasuke merely leaned back, hands folded over his chest, as if receiving a four pronged blowjob from some of Konoha’s sexiest women was just another Tuesday for him. Which, it was. Already, he was plotting what to do with Hinata later - was he going to take her ass and force Naruto to hug and kiss her as she was pounded? Or, maybe if he was feeling particularly vindictive, he’d slap that chastity belt around Naruko’s waist, and force her to clean up the creampies he would no doubt liberally dump into Hinata, Himawari, and Sarada’s needy pussies.

So many possibilities, so little time.

He reached both of his hands down, giving Himawari and Sarada’s heads a fond rub. He gave Naruko a pat, as if she were a pet, and he gave Hinata an even greater present - placing both of his hands in her hair, and forcing her to deepthroat his massive cock. Like the good whore she was, she took it easier. She’d had a long time to practice, and despite the lack of warning, she was grinning dumbly, her pale eyes glistening with tears of literal joy.

Of course, no matter how much his sluts might consider him bordering on the level of a god, Sasuke was a mere man. And although his face and demeanor might suggest nonchalance, receiving a four girl blowjob had driven him over the edge embarrassingly fast. Oh well. He let out a soft little sigh, unsheathing himself from Hinata’s mouth until just the tip of his cock was left inside. And then he came.

She didn’t swallow. She knew - just by looking at his face, that he didn’t want her to. Hinata accepted all of his seed, every last drop, with a smile on her face. So warm. So gooey. She swished it around with her tongue, embracing the taste like an old friend, even gargling it a little bit.

“Kaa-san…!” Himawari whined.

Hinata smiled. She cupped Himawari’s cheek, and the two cum sluts kissed, exchanging Sasuke’s cum in a lewd open mouthed exchange of tongues that would have made any lesser man faint. Hinata pulled back. And then, she turned to Sarada, repeating the same tactic with her, the Uchiha princess accepting her father’s cum with a smile on her face.

“H-honey…” Naruko stammered, her face red.

This time, Hinata grinned. She grabbed both of Naruko’s cheeks - and forced her lips to the blonde’s, flooding her wife’s mouth with cum, making her moan. It went a little further than it did with Himawari and Sarada understandable. Naruko fell back onto the tiled floor, Hinata straddling her, the two of them spending the next several moments swapping their lover’s cum like the pair of whores they were.

Meanwhile, Sarada and Himawari swallowed the cum that Hinata had transferred, both of them letting out refreshed gasps. “So good…” Sarada murmured. Himawari was too busy licking her teeth to say anything, trying to scrounge up every last bit.

They turned, and the two began to lazily lick Sasuke’s cock clean, using nothing but their tongues. It was still hard, excruciatingly so, but even in their cum deluded state they both were aware that they couldn’t go another round, knowing that they shouldn’t stay in here too long. It was quiet for a moment, aside from an occasional groan from Sasuke, and the sounds of Naruko and Hinata happily swapping cum and spit.

Once he deemed it appropriate, Sasuke nudged Himawari and Sarada away. He tucked his cock back into his pants, a satisfied and smug aura surrounding him. He stepped forward, and with a yank, pulled Hinata off of Naruko. “Get dressed.” he told them all. “And you,” Sasuke said to Naruko. “Back to your regular body.”

“Of course.” the girls chorused. While Sarada, Himawari, and Hinata busied themselves with fixing their dresses and washing away their smudged lipstick, Naruko promptly transformed back into Naruto. Their bellies full of warm cum, they all looked rather content. Sasuke lead the way out of the bathroom - and soon, they were back at the table.

“Everything alright?” Sakura asked Sasuke, as he sat back down next to her.

“Couldn’t be better.” he replied.

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Uchiha Sakura was a very busy woman, and although she was very much addicted to her husband’s cock, she had a much better handle on it than the other sluts that he had enamored. She was still as head strong, as cute, as sweet, and as prone to fits of anger as ever… with the side effect of needing a nice, warm load inside of her cunt every now and then, unless Sasuke wanted her to be even angrier, as if she were constantly on her period.

Still, she was busy. Trips to foreign villages were an often occurrence for her - to help with an outbreak of disease, to aid a town that had been ransacked by bandits, or something of that sort. Sometimes, she was gone for days… weeks, and on exceedingly rare occasions, months.

Up until recently, Sasuke had spent these trips mostly alone. Sure, he had Hinata to fuck and unload into - but she was just one woman, and considering back then she had passed out somewhere between the fifth and the sixth orgasm he inflicted on her, it wasn’t the kind of thing that would keep him preoccupied for long.

Now… well, things were different.

Every time Uchiha Sakura was out of the village, a rather significant change took place. The Uchihas - Sasuke and Sarada - would move into the Uzumaki household… and essentially turn it into the Uchiha household overnight. With Boruto gone, and the occupants of the house all addicted to his cum and cock, it essentially became a sex house of sorts, filled with screaming and writhing women. Cum stained the carpets. Soaked or stiff lingerie littered the floors. It wasn’t out of the ordinary to step into the bathroom and find a passed out Himawari lounging in the tub, or take a trip down to the kitchen and find Hinata bent over the stove, Sasuke’s massive cock slotted into her asshole.

It was the Uchiha household in all but name, after all, something that even Naruto had come to accept. Because what point was there in denying it? He was all the same. The instant, Naruto came home, he was bombarded with images - often watching his wife and daughter slobber over Sasuke’s cock like a pair of deranged animals, while he read a book or watched the television. Naruto didn’t even hesitate anymore. He transformed into Naruko. And then, Naruko would join his family at their rightful place beneath Sasuke, lapping away at his member as if it were an ice cream cone.

And all it did was delve deeper, and deeper.

At one point… they cut away the pretenses. It wasn’t a public announcement - in all likelihood, it was something they would never speak of to anyone aside from their personal little family, but over the course of one weekend, Sasuke gained four more wives.

Naruko, clad in a white wedding dress that was a tad too skimpy to be entirely real, had formed two clones. One was a replica of her regular self, clad in a suit and tie, so that she/he could remember the scene in excruciating detail twice over. The other was the same, but swathed in robes of white, there to ‘officiate’ the ceremony, as he could using his powers as Hokage.

Hinata was first. A blush on her face, she said the words, “I do,” with an excitement that she could hardly contain. When Naruto said, “You may kiss the bride,” she jumped up, slinging her legs around his waist and forcing her mouth to his. She’d already had her panties off and her dress soon to follow by the time Naruto had managed to remind her that there were still three more ceremonies to conduct. And so, she was forced to wait, stewing silently in the corner, her gaze fixated on Sasuke’s crotch as if it had wronged her somehow.

Her daughter, Himawari, was the next. The ceremony was a little… off. The bride simply couldn’t keep her eagerness in check - and so as Naruto recited the words he had copied from a book and printed out, she was down on her knees, nuzzling her cheek against Sasuke’s crotch, wishing that the layers of fabric that separated her from his cock weren’t there.
Sasuke’s own daughter, Sarada, was third. And this one was the strangest so far - for at one point, Sarada had torn off her panties, hiked up her dress, and had begun to finger herself. And so, with a trail of juices leaking down her thighs and her panties hanging around her ankles, she was wedded to her dear ‘Papa’, who promised to give her a reward if she would play nice until the fourth and last ceremony was conducted.

Naruko was the last.

And no, ‘Naruko’ becoming Sasuke’s wife didn’t extend to Naruto. There was an Uchiha Naruko, sure, but Uzumaki Naruto was still in existence. He was the last of a dying clan, his wife now an Uchiha, the Uzumaki swirl sure to die off and be replaced by the Uchiha fan. As it should.

It was an odd experience, to watch ‘himself’ be wedded off, Naruto thought. But he did. While Naruto’s ‘pastor’ clone recited the words, Sasuke groped Naruko’s ass, a glint in his eye. And after they had kissed, Sasuke forced Naruko down onto her knees, whipped out his monstorous cock, and shoved it down her throat.

There, his three wives and the pathetic man he called his best friend watched as he deepthroated the Nanadaime Hokage. Once he was satisfied, he pulled out, and blasted a massive load over her face, christening the day with a nice facial, truly marking his dominance over the Uzumaki clan with one simple act.

And she was still grinning up at him. Her tanned skin coated in white, her hair stained with cum, she beamed up at her ‘husband’, her snatch pouring juices down her thighs, her wedding dress crumpled and dotted with strings of jizz that had missed their target.

Of course, there was the celebration. Most weddings adjourned to a reception hall after the ceremony - but not this one. Instead, the ‘pastor’ and the clone of Naruto dispelled. Naruko staggered to her feet. And like the good little whores they were, the four lucky brides bent over the couch, hiked up their dresses, and presented their sopping wet pussies and tight assholes to their shared husband.

It couldn’t be a ‘reception’ without something taking video. And so, Sasuke formed a clone - who collected a camera from elsewhere in the house, and booted it up, so that they could all remember the events of this day… forever.

Each girl, from Hinata to Naruko, was fucked extensively. Their tight, wet, hot pussies turned almost inside out by Sasuke’s massive cock. The clone of Sasuke that was taking video made sure to get as many close ups as possible - kneeling in front of their faces, forcing them to show the wedding ring (or rings, in Hinata’s case) glistening on their fingers. They were forced to scream out their lover’s name, again and again, as he filled their wombs with his burning seed. And then, as they slumped against the couch, their pussies full of cum and Sasuke still sheathed all the way inside of them, the clone made them share a few choice words.

Hinata was hardly coherent. And so, her message mostly consisted of - “Master… master…” as Sasuke continued to flex his mighty cock inside of her.

Himawari beamed into the camera. “I love you, Sasuke-sama!” she said into the lens, her blue eyes staring at the blinking light. “Oh, and if… well, we don’t know your name yet…” Himawari rubbed her belly significantly, where Sasuke’s child was growing. “Whatever your name is, Mommy loves you too!”

Sarada had this dreamy look in her eye. “I feel so close to you, Papa…” she whispered, seemingly not even aware of the camera that reflected off of her glasses. She wriggled her hips, gasping as she felt her father’s cock nudge against her G-spot. Sarada giggled. “I know Mama can’t know about this, but we can be a little closer now, right, Papa?” Sarada asked, looking behind her. “Like, can we get our own bed and stuff? And I want a collar, just like Auntie Hinata has!”

Sasuke, the real one, still buried balls deep inside of his daughter, let out a chuckle. “We’ll have to see about that, kiddo.” he said.

The last male Uchiha being the vindictive bastard he was, he took his sweet time with Naruko. Making her convulse and shiver beneath him. He made her beg for his cum. Her womb ached for it, throbbing in desperation as he pounded her. And when he came, Naruko near blacked out, shaking and shivering, her screams echoing throughout the living room.

She blinked, as the camera hovered in front of her. It was the perfect shot - Naruko’s face, still glistening with cum, her naked body on display, Sasuke looming behind her. However, Naruko seemed not to really notice the camera. Instead, she sensed that there was another Sasuke in the room. “Cock..” she mumbled, straining to reach the glorious appendage that was still covered in layers of fabric, at least in the clone’s case.

Ironically enough, the last section of the reception video ended up being an impromptu porno - well, more than the others had been at least. Naruko choking happily on the clone’s cock, as the original Sasuke switched from her pussy to ass. The clone, of course, captured it all on camera, everything from her drinking his cum like the good little slut she was to her ass being pumped full of jizz.

The video ended with Naruko beaming up at the camera, her mouth open, full of hot white cum. She swallowed it all. And then, she reopened her mouth, presenting it to the viewer, showing that the load had been gulped down dutifully.

That night was… peaceful.
There wasn’t any of the cock craving, cum swallowing, crazed sex you might expect from the four married whores. No, if anything, they seemed… sated, if only for that evening only. Their pussies full of cum (and in Naruko’s case, her ass and belly as well), they tended to the house. It was the Uchiha house now, after all. They cleaned up.

Well, sort of. Three of them cleaned up. They each took turns servicing their Sasuke, who sat on the couch, lounging around. They didn’t deepthroat or fuck him, instead, they merely licked his cock, stroking it with both of their hands, and of course drinking down his load when he came. By the end of the night, the new Uchiha household was spotless.

They retired to the master bedroom. Even Naruko wasn’t given her normally dismissive treatment, not forced to sleep on the couch or the floor tonight. No, all five of them slept on the bed. Sasuke in the middle, stomach up, his cock jutting into the air. And his four wives sandwiched on either side of him, happy smiles on their faces as their wedding rings glistening in the light that flowed through the window.

It was truly a happy night.
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