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Naruto's Fetish	By : BigE2955 Category: Naruto > General Views: 233324 -:- 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!

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As the title of this chapter might suggest, it's Christmas themed! I know a good section of my readers are foreign, who may or may not practice Christianity, but everyone can join in the Fetish Fun on Christmas! :D :D.

Needless to say, I put an extra batch of cuckold love in this chapter. So you'd better enjoy! And don't forget to leave a review, ;).
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“What is Christmas exactly…?” Sasuke muttered.

“It’s a holiday!” Himawari piped up.

“... that doesn’t exactly answer my question.” he said. He let out the slightest of groans, his toes curling slightly.

“It’s a… Western holiday.” Himawari continued. “For Christians, you know, when they celebrate the birth of their messiah. But everyone can participate! It’s a time of giving and receiving, a time of peace and happiness, a time of festivities! I’ve read books about it, and it sounds awesome.”

“Hmm.” Sasuke grunted. “You’ve talked this over with Hinata and Naruto, right?”

“Of course.” Himawari said. “And they were totally on board with it. I mean, like to the point where they already went out to the store and got decorations and everything. We’re going to have a Christmas party!” She leaned down, hovering over his face and giving him a cheeky grin. “Just us and our happy little family…” she whispered.

Or in other words, the women that Sasuke had claimed, and the pathetic cuckold Naruto.

“I suppose I wouldn’t be opposed to it.” Sasuke said. “Don’t expect any gifts from me… well, aside from the usual kind.”

Himawari laughed. “Don’t worry, I wasn’t.” she said.

They were in a rather scandalous position, as one might expect. Sasuke’s head was resting in her lap--his legs sprawled across the couch. One of Himawari’s feet was on the floor… the other was draped across her man’s chest, her dainty little toes idly playing with his hard cock.

The both of them were in the former Uzumaki house--Sasuke knew better than to try and bring any of his bitches to the house, lest Sakura throw a fit about all of the pussy juice and cum splattered about. Sasuke had only shown up about ten minutes before.

As was customary, he’d stripped at the door. Trying to seperate the girls from his cock was akin to a capital crime to them--and would be met with severe punishment, often in the form of cowgirl position for the next three hours, alternating between the different girls.

A yawn was heard--loud and piercing. The wood above them creaked; and soon, Sasuke and Himawari heard someone come down the stairs. It was Sarada--clad in nothing but a pair of panties, which hung a little loosely.

“Morning, Papa.” Sarada, and yawned again. Her face was coated in a mask of dried and cracking cum--her spectacles not spared the same fate, flakes of jizz peeling off the corners of her lenses. “Morning, Hima.”

“Morning.” Sasuke and Himawari said in unison.

“You were over here yesterday?” Himawari asked, looking down at him.

Sasuke gave a grunt of assent. “Just for a little bit,” he said. “It was late, and I’d already finished up with Sakura--and, well… Sarada sent me a text.” He shrugged, and they both left it at that.

Sakura was still blissfully unaware of the fact that Sasuke had conquered his own daughter--as he intended it to stay. As far as Sakura was concerned, Sarada had moved out of her and Sasuke’s house… but most of the time, she spent the night at the former Uzumaki household.

Why wouldn’t she? She was just as devoted to her ‘Papa’ as Himawari and Hinata was. If anyone deserved a place in the massive king sized bed they shared, it was her alongside Hinata and Himawari.

Sarada stepped past them, and into the kitchen.

Himawari groaned. “Jeez… now I want a mask like that.” she whined. “It is December… and I get so cold when I don’t feel your hot cum all over my face, Uncle.”

He chuckled. “I’m sure,” Sasuke said. He rose off of her lap, swinging his legs and planting them on the floor. His hard cock bobbed back and forth slightly--pre cum dripping from the tip, looking so big and fat, and swollen with cum that Himawari couldn’t help but lick her lips as she stared at him. “Help yourself.” Sasuke said, and that was all she needed.

Himawari didn’t even bother getting down on her knees. She merely threw herself at his cock, and began to suck--her legs kicking in the air.

It took her about ten minutes to wringe a load out from her self proclaimed Uncle--and when he let out a grunt and came, she leaned back, allowing him to plaster her face with his hot and gooey seed. His load was as plentiful as ever-- and she practically bathed in it, gulping some of it down, allowing it to splatter against her breasts. She even slicked her hair back with it… kami, if she could choose a hair product to use, her Uncle’s cum would be the bestest ever. The smell alone would make every woman jealous of her.

Just around that time, Sarada came walking back into the living room. The sight of her father plastering her pseudo-little sister with a fresh load of cum seemed not to faze her in the slightest. She’d spent the last ten minutes scrubbing the cum off of her glasses… though, she had noticeably not bothered to wash any of the jizz off of her face.

“I think I heard one of you two say something about Christmas?” Sarada said, pressing her glasses up the bridge of her nose. Her black eyes twinkled slightly-- the steady ‘splashing’ sounds of Himawari receiving a load still resounding through the living room.

“You have your mother’s ears.” Sasuke noted, and Sarada flushed slightly. “Yeah-- it seems that Himawari has developed a… festive spirit of sorts. She persuaded Naruto and Hinata to throw a ‘Christmas’ party here.”

“Is this the ‘normal’ kind of party?” Sarada asked. “Or is this the kind of party where all of us are going to end up bent over the table with your cock inside of us?” She had also inherited her mother’s bluntness it seemed.

“Probably the latter.” Sasuke admitted.

Sarada shrugged. Some normalcy was never bad--but she wasn’t exactly going to complain about the prospect of going to sleep with a load drooling from her pussy. She groaned, rubbing the bridge of her nose. She was probably going to regret this, but…

“I’m going to go wash up.” Sarada said. To wash one of her father’s loads down the drain was a travesty! But, alas, she had to--if she wanted to be pristine for the Christmas party, perfect and plucked for her father’s desires, she would have to wash and shower.

Himawari stood up with a flourish, thick cum dripping down off of her chin and onto her bust. “I’m going to go pick out an outfit for tonight!” she said, and dashed up the stairs--following behind Sarada.

Sasuke sighed, and leaned back on the couch.

It was a quiet few minutes--he was content to laze around for a little bit--but alas, it had to come to an end.
The lock twisted in the front door. Sasuke glanced at it, and quirked an eyebrow up. It opened--and Hinata and Naruto stepped in, draped in winter coats.

Hinata, as was customary, dropped the bags in her hands and began to strip right then and there. Her gloves came off. Then her shoes, her pants, her jacket and shirt… until all she was left in was nothing, but she tended to forgo underwear nowadays if it wasn’t for seductive purposes.

She beamed at Sasuke. In a few quick strides, she crossed the room, fell onto her knees, and promptly went to work on Sasuke’s cock. Grasping it and stroking it, using her tongue to lick and suckle at it, just generally giving her man the blowjob of a lifetime.

Right in front of her husband, too. The door wasn’t even closed yet--Naruto quickly closed it, to avoid anyone looking in.

Naruto, of course, didn’t strip. There was no need--nobody in the house wanted to see his naked body, to see his puny pathetic cock, to jump or glomp him like they would Sasuke. Sarada and Hinata would rather be fingered for five seconds by Sasuke then fucked by Naruto--but Hinata, in her niceness, would probably give Naruto the chance to at least attempt to stick his little cock into her ruined pussy. And probably fail miserably.

“What did you two get out there?” Sasuke asked. In such a nonchalant way too--it seemed almost disrespectful, considering Naruto’s wife was right there, working at his cock like her life depended on it. Her pussy was already leaking juices all over the carpet.

“I…” Naruto shook his head slightly. “We went out and got some things for the… erm… party.” he said. “I still have a few clones out there getting lights and stuff--but we have the essentials.”

“Like what?” Sasuke asked softly.
Naruto crouched down, and scooped up one of the bags Hinata dropped. He opened it up--and withdrew a small, plastic wrapped outfit.

It was Christmas themed, that much was obvious. All red, with a Santa Claus hat, a thin bra-like crop top, and a skirt so short that it might as well be none existent. “She was petrified having to buy this. She got an outfit for Hima and Sarada, too.” Naruto said, chuckling slightly. For as much sluttiness Hinata brandished within the walls of their home, she was still scared of everything outside of it--that was just the effect Sasuke had on her.

She’d blushed up a storm in the sex shop… especially considering the staff probably thought she was wearing it for Naruto of all people. As if! Naruto would see her in an outfit like this, sure… but both of them knew the main reason she was going to wear it was for Sasuke.

Hinata withdrew from Sasuke’s cock. “You’re going to love me in that thing, Sasuke-kun.” she whispered, beaming up at him with those big white eyes of hers. She flashed him a grin--then proceeded to mount him, swinging her legs over him. Her back to him, Hinata slowly lowered herself down onto his tower-like cock, Naruto perfectly able to see the way Sasuke entered his wife.

“I’m sure I will.” Sasuke murmured, as he began to lift Hinata up and down on his member. Reverse cowgirl was a favorite of his, especially with Hinata--not only did it allow Naruto to see everything he was doing to his wife, but it also gave him plentiful access to her assets. Her tits hung only inches away from his hands, and her puffy little clit was right there for the taking.

Naruto felt a shudder run from the crown of his head all the way down to his toes. “Fu- fuck…” he whispered, and instinctively, his hands clasped together in a seal.

Sasuke raised a hand--Hinata still bouncing up and down on top of him-- and said, firmly, “Stop.”

Naruto stopped, just before he had cast the sexy jutsu. “What’s wrong?” the blonde asked, blinking at him--his blue eyes still watching the idle movement of his wife riding Sasuke’s cock.

“Come here. Take a seat.”

Again, it seemed so disrespectful. This was his house--yet Sasuke ordered him around as if he were a mere child, at the same time still screwing the living hell out of his wife. Naruto was anything but resistant, however, and as obediently as a man could be, he followed Sasuke’s command.

He crossed the room, and sat down next to Sasuke on the couch. He could smell the pungent aroma of Hinata’s arousal--hear her pussy squelching around his best friend’s massive cock, hear her hoarse moans that she whispered into Sasuke’s hand.

“What did you need?” Naruto asked. His eyes, of course, were focused squarely on the space where Hinata and Sasuke met. It was such an alluring sight--one that he had enjoyed immensely over these last ten years. There was just something so… nice, about seeing his wife being satisfied by a true man, by a bull, by someone who could actually pleasure her. To pass off his wife to Sasuke was as natural as breathing--after all, why would someone as pathetic as Naruto deserve a wife like Hinata?

She was so kind. Hinata loved him--she was still married to him. She still cooked for him, and cleaned for him… of course, she did all of those things with her pants around her ankles and Sasuke pounding her from behind, but she still did them.

Hinata grinned at Naruto. She was already well and truly on her way to being cock drunk--but she added that extra ‘oomph’ to make the viewing experience all the better for Naruto. Bouncing up and down in a way that made her breasts swing this way and that, reaching her fingers down and spreading open her folds so that the view of Sasuke destroying her cunt was that much clearer.
“I think I’ve been more than fair to you... haven’t I?” Sasuke drawled. His hands were on Hinata’s hips--helping her to drag herself up and down his long and thick pole.

“Fair to me?” Naruto said. If you counted fucking his wife, his daughter, his successor--creampieing them, making him eat out his loads, turning him into a girl and fucking him in every way imaginable, and so on, fair… well, it was. Naruto couldn’t lie and say he hadn’t enjoyed it every step of the way. “Of course. What do you mean by it?”

Sasuke let out a sigh. “I think that I’ve been a little too lenient with you. That you might have… forgotten your place, if you will.”

Naruto raised an eyebrow, and beckoned Sasuke to continue.

Which he did. “I want to banish any delusions from your mind that you’re equal to any of the other girls, Naruto.” Sasuke said. His gaze swiveled to the blonde’s--the true mark of where the dominance in the house laid. There Naruto sat, pitching a tent in his pants. And there Sasuke sat, Naruto’s wife riding his massive cock while she did everything in her power to make it easier for Naruto to see how Sasuke was conquering her.

“Eq- equal?” Naruto said.

“I think you might have gotten that thought from Naruko’s antics.” Sasuke said. “When you’re Naruko, you have the same tits, the same ass, the same pussy as the others girls, I’ve give you that. But you aren’t equal to them. You don’t even deserve to be down on your knees sucking my cock as Naruko, let alone watching your wife doing the same. Do you understand what I’m saying?”

“I-I…” Naruto drifted off. He felt so meek in front of Sasuke--like a little child being scolded by his father.

“I think I’ve been nice to you even.” Sasuke said. “I let you and Hinata keep up this facade of a marriage. Himawari still calls you dad. Sarada and Sakura still have a smidge of respect for you. I even give you the same cock that your wife and daughter crave, and you thank me for it.” He chuckled. “I’m not so cruel as to revoke that privilege from you… but for tonight, there will be no Naruko. There will be only Naruto--I want to remind you of what you are, Naruto. A pathetic little beta cuckold whose only purpose in life is to slurp up creampies from his wife’s cunt. Understand?”

Naruto swallowed. “I understand.”

“Now, get those clothes off.” Sasuke said, with a wave of his hand. “Let’s remind your wife why she comes crawling to me for cock every morning and night.”

Of course, Hinata had still been steadily bouncing up and down on Sasuke’s cock. In fact, their entire conversation had the steady slapping sound of her pussy being mateneienced in the background.

Naruto obeyed, yanking off his jacket and shoes and such. Soon he was nude. Now, he wasn’t pudgy--he was actually still quite a bit in shape, with muscles in all the right places… but the little bitty thing in between his legs ruined any appeal that he had. It was as hard as a rock, but as flimsy as a piece of paper. A drop of precum, the size of the tiniest pebble in the world, dribbled from the tip and onto the couch cushion.

Hinata reached a hand down, flicking it with a finger. “So kawaii~!” she squealed, still bouncing up and down on Sasuke. The Uchiha smirked, and Naruto got harder if that was possible.

“Now… you said that Hina here got outfits specially for Sarada and Hima.” Sasuke said. “Go give them to the girls--I’ll be working over Hinata while you’re gone. That skirt is going to look amazing on her… especially when my cum’s dribbling down her leg. Don’t you agree, Hinata?”
She just grinned, feeling as if she were on top of the world. Considering his cock made up two-thirds of her world by this point, it wasn’t that far from the truth.

“Bye, baby!” Hinata said, giving Naruto a casual wave. The blonde nodded in return--picking up the bag containing Sarada and Himawari’s outfits.

He left the couple behind in the living room, going up the stairs. He heard the shower going in Hinata and Sasuke’s room--which he just happened to share with them--and presumed that was probably Sarada. He heard Himawari rummaging about within her own room, which was essentially used for storage by this point.

Naruto decided to give the outfit to Himawari first. He barged into her room without a second thought. She was naked--of course--but by this point, both of them were desensitized to it.

“Hey, Dad.” Himawari said, bent over, digging through her drawers. She glanced at him--and Naruto was treated to a glimpse of his perfect little angel’s face smeared with dried cum. “I’m just picking out an outfit for tonight… I’m not sure what to wear.”

“Don’t worry about that, kiddo.” Naruto said, and he pulled her outfit--which will remain undescribed for the time being--out of the bag. “Hinata and I went to the store and got some things.”

Her eyes practically turned to hearts. “Woah!” she said, snatching it from his hands, her blue eyes shining in the ocean of cum that smeared her features. “It’s perfect!” She beamed up at him. “Thanks, Dad.”

“No problem.” Naruto said, and he stepped out of the room. He made his way into the master bedroom--and then into the bathroom. It was filled with steam, and he saw Sarada’s discarded panties on the floor.

“Papa?” Sarada said, and her voice sounded hopeful.
“It’s me.” Naruto said. He saw her wilt through the screen door.

“What do you need, Nanadaime-sama?” Sarada asked.

“I’m here to give you the outfit that… Sasuke wants you to wear for the party tonight.” Naruto said.

“Oh, excellent!” Sarada said. “Ugh… sorry… it’s just…” Plop. Plop. “When Papa shoots his stuff into me… it just gets stuck so deep inside…”

Naruto found his lips moving before his brain could catch up. “Need some help?” he said.

“I really could use some, Nanadaime-sama.”

Naruto set the bag down on the sink, pulled the screen door open, and stepped into the shower. Sarada turned to look at him.

“The main problem is my hair.” Sarada whined, biting her lip. Her glasses were off--coal black eyes gleaming in the shower water. “It’s just so stiff… and annoying!”

Naruto chuckled. He grasped outside of the shower for a moment, before retrieving one of Hinata’s brushes. “I think I might know the cause of that, kiddo.” he said. “Turn around.”

She did. Naruto came up behind her--gently dragging the brush through her hair… which was conspicuously stained with streaks of white. She winced and groaned whenever he pulled through a particularly rough knot, but this wasn’t the first time Naruto had been forced to comb jizz out of a woman’s hair in the shower. You could ask Hinata about that one.

“I understand that getting a facial from Sasuke can be fun and all,” Naruto said. “But you’ve got to be careful about getting it into your hair. His stuff is so… sticky… and thick, and if you let it dry it takes forever to get out.”

“I know.” Sarada whined. “But it just feels so good! I always get lost in the moment, Nanadaime-sama. When I’m down on my knees… when I can see him above me, stroking his member right in my face… I just lose track of all else. I just get this urge to let him bathe me in his essence, and there’s nothing I can do to stop it.”

Naruto swallowed. Considering he had faced that very same urge more than once as Naruko, he could sympathize with it.

“I understand, Sarada, I really do.” Naruto said quietly.

“I’m glad, Nanadaime-sama.”

It was quiet for the next minute or two, as Naruto calmly brushed her hair. All the while, she was still working at the cum Sasuke had injected inside of her--the silence intersped with soft plops, which were globs of cum splattering across the tub floor whenever Sarada managed to dig them out.

“There you go.” Naruto said, giving her hair one last stroke with the brush. “You can use Hinata’s conditioner, and your hair should look as good as new.”

“Nanadaime-sama… can I ask you something?” Sarada asked, and she turned to look at him.

“Sure.” Naruto said.

“Why do you let Papa do those things to you?” she murmured. “I mean… I get that you ‘like’ them… but I just don’t get how you could. Your wife… your daughter… me, to a certain extent… even yourself. You’re just okay with handing that all over to Papa?”

Naruto bit his lip. “It’s hard to explain--but I’ll try to, for your sake. Call it an… call it an addiction. From the first time I persuaded him to have sex with Hinata, I was hooked. When he took Himawari in front of me, I came right there and then. When he impregnated Himawari… well, I still use the moment they told me as masturbation material. When I got fucked by him the first time--I can’t even describe what it was like. And when I saw Sasuke pumping that first load into you… his own daughter… I felt a little glad, knowing that it wasn’t just my family that couldn’t resist him.”

“An addiction?” Sarada said. “I guess that kind of explains it.”

“You know what I mean.” Naruto said. “It infects your bones. You crave it. I have dozens of pictures and videos of Sasuke fucking Hinata on my phone, and it still isn’t enough. I need to be there--I need to see it, I need to hear it, to feel it… it’s something I can’t help. And… knowing that it makes Sasuke happy, that it makes Hinata and Himawari, and you happy… well, that makes it better.”

Sarada nodded. “I think I understand… Nanadaime-sama.” she said. “Just leave that outfit on the bed, and I’ll put it on.”

Naruto took that as a sign that he was dismissed. He gave her a nod, before pulling open the screen door and closing it behind him. Sarada heard the door to the bathroom close a moment later.

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True to Sasuke’s word, Hinata did look amazing in that skirt--and the addition of his cum sloshing down her thigh only added to the look. Every little swish of the skirt caused it to ride up, revealing her bare snatch. The croptop was so tight that her nipples were permanently on display. And the hat was merely for a festive touch.

Naruto’s clones had brought back a bounty of things once they were finished. Right now, Hinata was busy plugging in one of those fake fireplaces--her ass moving from side to side tantalizingly as she reached for the outlet.

Sasuke was still lounging on the couch. Naruto was right there beside him--the blonde’s hand was shaking, because the urge to turn into Naruko and jump on Sasuke’s cock right then and there was strong enough to almost be overwhelming. Only the threat of being permanently restricted from ‘Naruko’ kept Naruto in control of his body.

Himawari came bounding down the stairs. And boy, did she looking stunning. The outfit she wore was rather artful--it was designed to be a sort of facsimile of Christmas lights (minus the wiring and such, to make it comfortable), ones that were wound around her body in a rather interesting way. Or more accurately, in a way that purposefully missed obscuring her pussy and nipples, leaving them fully on display. Her face was, of course, still smeared with dried cum.

“This place looks awesome!” Himawari said, looking around, her mouth agape.

Naruto’s shadow clones had been hard at work. The living room now resembled a true Christmas home--complete with all the necessary decorations aside from the tree. Snowmen, elves, gnomes, artsy lights akin to the ones that made up Himawari’s body. It was a very lively place.

Of course, they had a movie playing on the television set.

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.

Naruto blushed slightly. He had been so cock hungry on their ‘wedding’ night--to the point where he didn’t remember anything aside from her male clone’s memories at the ceremony. Remembering yourself getting a facial was an odd experience. But, even if Naruto didn’t remember it, Sasuke had recorded it--and he didn’t hesitate to play it so that Naruto could see just how whorish he could get when he turned into Naruko.

Himawari practically glomped Sasuke, sliding into his lap. Sasuke refused to kiss her--he wasn’t about to get a mouthful of his own cum, to which Himawari wilted. She probably should have followed Sarada’s lead and taken a shower. Still, she could content herself with grinding against Sasuke’s member as they watched Hinata fruitlessly try to plug in the fake fireplace--which she was still struggling at.

Sarada came down the stairs next. Her outfit was likely the most conservative of the three--which was ironic, considering it was one of the ‘sexy elf’ costumes. All green, with short shorts and a tight shirt, a pointed little hat resting atop of her head.

“Naruto, go plug in that damned fireplace.” Sasuke said. He eased Himawari off of his lap. “Alright girls--it’s time for you to come and get your Christmas presents. I never thought I’d be a Saint, but I suppose being Saint Nicholas for a day can’t be too bad. Who’s up first?”

The three girls--as one might expect--argued over it to the point where it stopped just before a fight. In the end, they compromised… and choose instead to start with a tri-blowjob where all three of them went to work on his cock. Hands, tongues, lips, you name it.

Having three beautiful woman slobber over your cock was a lovely feeling indeed. But it was made all the better with Naruto there. The blonde was having just as much difficulty plugging in that accursed fake fireplace as Hinata did--except he was forced to listen to the sounds of his wife, daughter, and future successor slobbering over his best friend’s cock as he did so.

Once Sasuke was ready to blow his load, he did so with gusto. And just like Saint Nicholas, he ensured everyone got their fair share--allowing Hinata, Himawari, and then Sarada take his load into their mouths, until their cheeks were bulging.

Naruto, by that time, had managed to plug in the fireplace--the light from it now illuminating the living room. He was standing just behind the trio of girls.

“Why don’t you show Naruto a little Christmas cheer?” Sasuke suggested, a sly smirk on his face.

The three girls grinned at each other--which looked rather odd with their cheeks bulging with cum. They lunged at Naruto… and brought him to the ground. Hinata forced her mouth to Naruto’s… and flooded it with cum. He balked, but was forced to swallow--and once Hinata had given enough cum, she retreated. Himawari took her place, and repeated the actions of her mother. Then, Sarada took the former two’s place, and repeated them as well.

Sasuke stood up--and towered over Naruto. “Merry Christmas.” he said to Naruto. “Now… line up you sluts.”

They formed a rather neat line--their cock lust mildly sated by the loads that they were still swirling in their mouths. Hinata--as the matriarch--went first. She bent over the couch, pulled up her skirt, and presented her freshly cleaned puckered hole to Sasuke. Himawari and Sarada stood off to the side, wet and needy, desperate and horny, but unwilling to ruin the Christmas atmosphere by trying to steal away their uncle/father’s cock away from Hinata. They would have to wait their turn. And Naruto, of course, watched--his view upside down as he was still on the floor--as Sasuke entered his wife and made her whole again.

She screamed, and screamed--Himawari and Sarada rubbing their thighs together in a needy way. “Yes, fuck me, destroy me, own me…!” Hinata chanted, her wedding rings glistening on her finger as Sasuke pounded her ass.

Naruto, once again, had to resist the urge to turn into Naruko--lest he use the sexy jutsu, sneak in there, and begin to lap at Sasuke’s balls in his feminine form.

What a jolly Christmas indeed for the Uchiha family.

Happy Holidays!

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