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Naruto's Fetish (Remastered)	By : BigE2955 Category: Naruto > General Views: 126575 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 6
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto. This story is not meant for profit, but rather for the enjoyment of both the writer and the readers.

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This is the finale to this story.
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Now, onto the story. Enjoy!
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Naruto let out a contented sigh, taking a sip of the mug of coffee he’d been drinking for the past several minutes. It was a nice day. The sun was beaming through the kitchen windows - Himawari was humming softly across from him, engrossed in her phone, while Hinata was at the stove, an apron draped over her front, her pale eyes cautious as she went through the usual motions of making lunch.
Of course, it might seem normal at first glance. But it wasn’t.
Himawari was clad in a shirt and a pair of panties. She’d relinquished in taking a shower the previous night - and so, there was still patches of dried cum smeared on her face, staining her nose, falling down from her eyelids every time she blinked. While one hand was clutching her phone, the other had slid beneath the table, beneath the waistband of her panties and into her snatch. The young Uzumaki had begun to finger herself right then and there at the table, occasionally murmuring “Sasuke-sama…” under her breath with no care for the fact that her parents were mere meters away.
Hinata was caught in an internal dilemma. Firstly, she loved the feeling of Sasuke’s cum inside of her, feeling his warmth at all times as it rocked against the walls of her womb. But she equally loved the feeling of it leaking down from her, feeling his essence trickle down her thighs and onto the floor beneath her. Today, she had gone with the latter - not having even gone through the trouble of wearing pants, or panties, despite the fact that a sweater had haphazardly been thrown over her curvy body. Her lover’s seed was leaking freely, staining the inside of her thighs, leaving a small pool below her on the floor since she had been standing there for quite a while. There was a trail that lead around the kitchen, following the exact route she’d taken to get down the stairs, to give Naruto his coffee, and to go grab an occasional pot or pan.
Naruto himself seemed to be unscarred… at least, on the outside. There was a song stuck inside of his head; and no, it wasn’t the latest pop tune that some glamorous teenage girl had released. It was Hinata and Himawari’s moans, echoing around the deepest reaches of his head, “Sasuke-sama, Sasuke-sama!”, the two sluts that had once been his wife and daughter more than happy to scream his name as Naruto looked on.
He took another sip of his coffee mug. Sure, it might not be normal for the majority of families… but now… now, he realized, this had become their new normal. Even when he wasn’t here, Sasuke infected every moment of their lives, from the way Hinata walked as if she were limping, to the way Himawari made extra sure to doll herself up to make herself more appealing.
And it wasn’t as if it was going to end anytime soon.
Sasuke had made his intentions more than clear.
Naruto couldn’t even fuck his wife anymore. She didn’t feel a smidge of pleasure from it, not even if he broke out all the new techniques Sasuke himself had taught him. It was impossible. Even his fingers would yield more of a reaction from Hinata. He wasn’t worthy of being around her, much less married to her.
And so, Sasuke had come in. He had claimed her. Fucked her in every way, turned her into the complete opposite of the woman he had married - a foaming at the mouth cum slut who would shove her husband to the side if she thought she saw Sasuke’s cock looming behind him.
His daughter, too. Naruto wasn’t sure whether Sasuke had been lying or not, about whether Himawari had been the one to initiate it - but it didn’t matter. Daughter and mother were in the same boat. They practically lived off of Sasuke’s cum. If their ‘Sasuke-sama’ was willing, and they had the time to coax a multitude of loads from him, they would even bathe in it.
The fact that Sasuke even let him watch, even let him contribute, was a godsend, really. He was less than a man at this point. His wife, and his daughter, both stolen from him. He knew that Hinata still loved him… but, all it took was a beckon and a look, and she’d scurry to Sasuke’s side, so long as he promised her a warm load or two for her troubles.
And the worst part? Naruto couldn’t even begin to describe how much it excited him. Seriously, he got a hard on whenever he thought about the depths the Uzumaki family had fallen into. It was ironic, that he couldn’t even get it up to fuck his wife, but he could more than get erect enough to jerk off to the idea (or better yet, a front row seat) of Sasuke fucking his Hinata.
Naruto took another sip of coffee. He had gotten off of work early, just as Sasuke had instructed. A few Kage Bunshin left in the office… nobody would think twice. Sure, he’d have to deal with the after effects of them dispelling (and consequently depositing hours upon hours of tedious work into his mind all at once), but it would… maybe be worth it for whatever Sasuke had planned.
It was quiet. Himawari had stopped humming. The kitchen was silent, aside from a soft squelch as Himawari continued to finger herself, and the tap tap tap of cum dripping from Hinata’s snatch and onto the floor.
And then, the door was thrown open. They heard a thunk of something being dropped onto the floor. The jangle of keys, as if they were being thrown onto a table. The clicks of locks being put back into place. And then, footsteps.
Sasuke appeared at the entrance of the kitchen, the most smug, self confident smirk on his face that Naruto had ever seen.
And the atmosphere completely changed.
Himawari squealed, quite literally leaping over the table, darting up to Sasuke and jumping into his arms. Her legs wrapped around his chest, and she wasted no time in forcing her lips to his, forcing her relatively small bust from side to side against Sasuke’s torso. Hinata had dropped everything, skidding to a halt on her knees before Sasuke, subconsciously rubbing her cheek against his clothed member, a moan spilling from her mouth at the heat it exuded.
Sasuke and Himawari detached from each other, Sasuke still smirking, Himawari completely breathless.
He directed his mismatched gaze around the kitchen - peeking around Himawari and down at Hinata, before looking at Naruto… who had taken to sitting alone at the table, the coffee mug shaking in his hand, as his best friend was practically molested by his wife and daughter.
“Good afternoon.” Sasuke said, his voice almost mocking. “Where’s my plate?” he asked Hinata, glancing at the lunch that was softly smoking on the oven.
“It’s not done yet,” she mumbled, still rubbing her cheek against his bulge.
“Get it done, then.” Sasuke said. “I want to eat before we get to the real fun.”
She beamed up at him, her mind taking the words ‘real fun’ and running wild with them. All the things he could do to her… already, the cum that was still leaking from her was being mixed with copious amounts of her juices.
“Of course, Sasuke-kun.” Hinata said, climbing to her feet. She nudged Himawari out of the way, pressing a sloppy and wet kiss to Sasuke’s cheek before skipping back over to the stove. Sasuke - Himawari still wrapped around him - strolled casually to the table, sitting down in Himawari’s vacated seat, just opposite of Naruto.
“Sleep well?” Sasuke asked, his tone casual, despite the fact that Naruto’s daughter was slobbering over him like some kind of overexcited puppy, licking and kissing every ounce of his skin that she could reach, his neck smudged with her lipstick.
“Well enough…” Naruto grumbled.
It was silent for a few minutes, aside from the sound of food sizzling, and of Himawari lazily smooching at her lover’s neck, grinding her pantie-clad crotch against the bulge in Sasuke’s trousers.
Hinata slid plates full of steaming food in front of them - putting two in front of Sasuke, one for Himawari obviously.
Himawari twisted around on Sasuke’s lap, making to eat, but he stopped her. “Hold on,” Sasuke said, pulling down his pants slightly, freeing his erection. He pushed aside Himawari’s panties and slid inside of her… not to fuck her, no, but merely to use her as what was essentially a cock warmer.
She beamed. And soon, all four of them were digging into their food, Himawari whimpering every now and then as Sasuke flexed his magnificent cock inside of her, sometimes twisting his hips to grind against her cervix, and other times giving her a sudden thrust and nearly making her spill milk on herself.
Naruto’s face grew redder and redder as the lunch progressed, although Hinata seemed unworried. But, he didn’t say anything. He kept his lips sealed, unless he opened them to shove some of Hinata’s delicious cooking into his mouth.
Once they were done, Sasuke stood up - Himawari having twisted around in his lap once more, his cock still inside of her, wrapping her arms and legs around his torso again. She nuzzled her cheek against his, a smile on her face, feeling so safe and warm with him inside of her, filling her, making her whole.
“Come on,” Sasuke said, beckoning to Naruto. “We’ve got some things to do, dobe.”
Naruto grumbled something incoherent under his breath. Hinata stared at him, her eyes wide, her lips parted as if she wanted to say something but the words wouldn’t come out.
Sasuke smirked. “You.” he said, pointing to Hinata. “Get that sweater off. If I come back downstairs and you’re not bent over that table, waiting for me, you’re not getting anything tonight.”
Hinata beamed. Whether… no, how fast she accomplished Sasuke’s requests, Naruto wouldn’t know. He stood up from his seat at the table, striding out of the kitchen, trying not to hear the rustle of cloth that signaled that Hinata had peeled off that damnable sweater she’d been wearing.
Sasuke trailed after Naruto. The Uchiha seized a rather large suitcase that he had set down by the door, Himawari still strapped to him like armor. She whimpered every now and then, the motions of Sasuke walking causing his cock to grind against her in a delicious way that she could hardly transcribe.
“Up the stairs.” Sasuke said. The two- three of them made their way up the stairs, Himawari gasping and moaning with every step, sinking her teeth into the collar of Sasuke’s shirt to muffle herself. Naruto followed close behind them. “We can put this in Boruto’s old room,” Sasuke continued.
Sasuke knew which room was Boruto’s, considering he had come to pick up his student once or twice, sometimes straight from bed when the kid had still been sleeping. He kicked the door open with a well placed foot.
The room was mostly bare. The dressers cleaned out, the mattress devoid of any sheets or pillows, the nightstand with a long dead lamp on top of it. Sasuke deposited the suitcase onto the bed. “I think you can do the honors, Naruto.” Sasuke said, taking a step back and leaning against the wall - gripping Himawari around the waist tightly. He began to thrust into her slowly, an arrogant look on his face.
Naruto flushed, rushing up to the bed in order to spare himself that unpleasant sight. With a click, he undid the locks keeping the suitcase closed. And when he opened it… he gasped at the contents. Dildos. Vibrators. Handcuffs. Whips. It was a treasure trove of the filthiest, most depraved things you could imagine.
He was frozen, his blue eyes staring at the contents of the box with horror.
“What are you waiting for?” Sasuke said, his tone mocking. Judging by the soft slaps that reached Naruto’s ears, he was still servicing Himawari’s needy pussy. “Lay them out on the bed. We haven’t got all day - I’m sure Hinata’s getting tired, bent over the table like that.”
Naruto opened his mouth to say something, then closed it. Frankly… the idea that Hinata wasn't still bent over the table, eagerly awaiting her lover's return, was laughable.
He began to pick the variety of sex toys out of the suitcase, and carefully arrange them on the bed.
It was humiliating. Would he use the handcuffs on Hinata or Himawari? Was Hinata going to pleasure herself beside him with this vibrator, whispering “Sasuke-sama.”? Were they both going to share a particularly long double edged dildo? Naruto could just imagine all the filthy, depraved things Sasuke could do to his family with these tools.
And he was horrified as to how aroused he was. Maybe, just maybe, would Sasuke give Naruto the honor of handcuffing his wife to the bedposts. Maybe he could use this vibrator to help sate Hinata's need for Sasuke as he attended to Himawari in the other room.
There was a virtual cornucopia of possibilities. And it scared Naruto to realize how much he wanted to explore them.
Naruto blinked. Beneath the toys was a variety of… outfits. Ranging from a nurse's uniform, to a frilly maid outfit, and even what appeared to be a devil costume. Clearly, Sakura and Sasuke had been up to some roleplaying.
He set those outfits out as well, arranging them as neatly as he could manage beside the sex toys.
There was a few other things in there. Lubricant. Oil. Bags of rose petals, and that went without mentioning the copious amounts of what appeared to be… plugs?
‘Plugs?’ Naruto thought, perplexed. What would they need plugs for? Regardless, he still set them out. The suitcase now empty, he slid it beneath the bed.
Sasuke nodded approvingly. In the few minutes that Naruto had taken to unpack the suitcase, Sasuke had reduced Himawari to a moaning and writhing mess, the blue haired girl convulsing against Sasuke as he continued to lazily thrust into her.
He pried her off of him, laying Himawari down on the floor as casually as if he were putting down a particularly well worn toy of his.
‘Off to the kitchen, then.’ Naruto thought, almost glumly. He made for the door - but suddenly, Sasuke was at his side, a firm hand falling on his shoulder.
“Wait a second.” Sasuke said, his voice suddenly low, his eyes seeming so dark that it wouldn’t be hard to distance the black one from the night sky.
Naruto frowned. “What’s… what’s up?” he asked.
“You’re enjoying your new role, aren’t you?” Sasuke said. He wasn’t even smirking, his lips a thin line. “Being a husband in name only? I mean… it has to be enjoyable. Watching Hinata cook for me. Watching her beg for me. For my cock, for my cum…”
“What are you on about?” Naruto murmured.
Sasuke chuckled. “I’m thinking, you’re not putting in your fair share around here.” Sasuke said. “I mean, Hinata and Himawari work hard to keep me sated. And I work hard to make sure their needy pussies are taken care of as well. It takes a lot of effort, especially considering how whorish those two have become.” He said, with a nod to Himawari, who lay twitching on the floor, not privy to the conversation.
“And you want me to contribute… how?”
“Simple.” Sasuke said, a few quick strides to and from the bed, and he brandished that frilly maid outfit in front of Naruto.
Naruto blanched. “There is no way in hell I’m wearing that!” he practically shouted.
“Of course. You’re not the one who’s wearing it.” Sasuke said. “Not exactly.”
There was a pause.
Sasuke could practically see the gears twisting in Naruto’s mind. Until-
“No… no, no way!” Naruto said.
Sasuke smirked. “What? You can watch me fuck your wife and daughter, but turning into a girl and putting on a skimpy outfit is crossing the line?”
“I’m not doing it!” Naruto said.
“Fine.” Sasuke said. “I suppose I’ll leave then.”
Naruto did a double take. “W-what?” he said, as if Sasuke had suggested that was going to destroy the village again.
“That’s all it takes, Naruto.” Sasuke said. “A little backbone. Just ask me to leave. Ask me to stop fucking your wife, your daughter, and I’ll stop. Just tell me. Look me in the eye, and tell me that you truly want me to leave, and I will.” He tilted his head thoughtfully. “But… if you don’t want me to leave, you’ll do as I ask, when I ask, whatever I ask. Understand?”
Naruto was silent for a long, long time.
Was it really that simple? Could he just ask Sasuke to step out of his life, to return to the moniker of just his best friend instead of his bull? Sasuke wasn’t the type to lie like that, so Naruto took him at face value.
That scene from earlier. It would stay like that, just… un-depraved. Himawari just humming at the table, not fingering herself to the thought of Sasuke, but simply texting her friends. Hinata standing at the stove, not leaking Sasuke’s cum like a fire hydrant, but instead simply cooking lunch. Not to mention himself, not forced to listen to Hinata and Himawari’s moans again and again, echoing inside of his head.
But did he want that?
He’d grown to like it. Sasuke was everywhere in their house. He infected everything. From the way Hinata halted herself from washing their sheets so as to soak in their scent, to the way Himawari would sometimes come tracking back into the house late at night, her pussy full of cum and a dumb smile on her face.
And Naruto himself couldn’t help but grow hard just at the thought of those things. The filthy, disgusting, tormenting things that Sasuke forced him to watch. Being used as an anchor for Hinata as Sasuke’s massive cock mercilessly fucked her ass… being forced to endure the sounds of Sasuke fucking Himawari as he set out a variety of sex toys and outfits that would be used on his wife and daughter. He liked it. More than he ever had enjoyed sex with Hinata. He could blow a dozen loads in the time it had taken him to cum twice before, and all from Sasuke, because of Sasuke, because of the way he had come into his life so deeply, so dominating, taking over everything and leaving a trail of cum sluts and beta males. Like him. Like Himawari and Hinata. Maybe even Sakura too, although it was clear that Sasuke treasured his wife much more than the whores he’d turned the Uzumaki women into.
Naruto swallowed. Because he knew his answer. He couldn’t even fathom a life without Sasuke’s influence anymore - because it would be too much. And what would happen? Hinata and Himawari would just run over to Sasuke regardless. It was just as he said earlier, either he could watch… or he could watch them come tramping in late at night, happy smiles on their faces as Sasuke’s load rocked against the walls of their womb.
“Understood.” Naruto whispered.
“What?” Sasuke said.
“U-understood.” Naruto said once more, louder this time.
Sasuke smirked cruelly. “Good.” he said, shoving the frilly maid outfit into Naruto’s arms. “I’ll be busy with Hinata downstairs. Get your daughter in the shower,” he said, glancing at Himawari. “Then come down afterwards. You’ll have quite the mess to clean up.”
He stepped past Naruto, and out of the room, closing the door behind him.
Naruto went still.
He glanced down at Himawari, and then, down at the maid’s outfit clutched in his hands. The gravity of what he had just done, at what he had just agreed to, seemed to sink down on him.
‘Well,’ he thought. ‘There’s no going back now.’
Himawari still seemed loopy, her gaze fixated on the wall, her entire body twitching as if she were an addict going through withdrawal. Regardless, she seemed hardly aware of what was going on - which perfectly suited Naruto.
He stripped off his clothes, tossing them on top of the nightstand beside the bed. His shirt, pants, boxers, socks. Naruto gulped, closing his eyes.
Naruto formed a seal.
‘Oiroke no Jutsu.’
There was a puff of smoke. As it drifted away, it revealed a blonde woman standing where Naruto had been - busty as one could be, with a body that could only be identified as a porn star’s. Slim hips, breasts bigger than Hinata’s (but not quite as big as say, Tsunade), and a round and heart-shaped ass. Blonde hair that fell almost to her hips, tied into two pigtails with orange scrunchies.
Naruto - who, while in his female form, will be referred to as Naruko and with feminine pronouns - glanced around. She blinked several times, glancing down at the significant weight on her chest, and nudging a finger in between her thighs to flick at her little nub. It had been a long time since she had used the sexy jutsu for anything. A long, long, long time.
And yet, here she was.
Naruko grabbed the maid outfit, and slid it on. Apparently, Naruko and Sakura were about the same size - except for around the chest region, which was so tight that her bust almost threatened to rip through the fabric, and her nipples poked right through for the world to see. Otherwise, it was fine. It hugged her hips, embraced her round and plump ass, and really, Naruko was any man’s wet dream right now, the classic ‘busty blonde’ decked out in one of the most iconic sexual role playing outfits.
But, Naruko had no doubts in her mind as to Sasuke’s twisted intentions. This wasn’t some way to gain another pussy for him, or to give her a hint of the pleasure that Hinata and Himawari got daily - it was another way to demean her. Before, Sasuke had turned her into less of a man. Now she wasn’t even a man. She was a servant. Before, a spectator, and now, forced to clean up as the man who she called her best friend thoroughly ruined his wife and daughter’s many holes, as he turned them even more rabid, even more depraved, even more thirsty for his cum.
Naruko shuddered.
She pulled up the front of her skirt, glancing down at her mound, at the hot and sticky liquid that was leaking from her folds.
Without a word, she put back down her skirt.
She opened the door to the room, scooped Himawari up, and took the half-naked girl to the bathroom. Softly, as if she were setting down a baby, Naruko placed her down in the tub. The blonde examined her for a moment.
Softly, she turned on the shower water. Himawari jolted up with a yelp as the initial burst of icy water hit her full in the face. She looked around, but Naruko was already gone, striding out of the bathroom with her maid’s costume flapping about her thighs.
She walked downstairs, her heart heavy… and yet, it seemed, more and more liquid seemed to continuously flow down her thigh.
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Sasuke knew exactly what he was going to see when he walked downstairs.
He’d broken Hinata, after all.
She was his.
He wasn’t entirely heartless. She was still allowed to call Naruto her husband. She was still allowed to call herself an Uzumaki.
But there was no doubt in either of their mines, as to who she truly belonged to. Uchiha Sasuke had conquered. He had reshaped her holes with his monstorous cock, painted her skin white with his seed, made her beg for his cock, and he still, to this day, found new ways to make her mind whirl, to make her body submit and her mind give in.
And so, as Sasuke took that last step, and turned his gaze towards the kitchen, he was given a rather lovely view. Hinata, bent over the table - her cute, round ass jutted out towards him, her pale eyes staring at him with want, need, with a lust that could only be quenched by him and him alone.
Sasuke smiled approvingly. “Good girl,” he said, finally disrobing entirely - pulling his shirt off, kicking his pants all the way off as well, and depositing them onto a nearby chair. He came up behind her. He ran his hands over her luscious, curvy body. “How do you want it?” Sasuke asked. “Hard? Soft? Fast… or slow?” He smirked. “I’ll let you choose this time.”
“Argh…” Hinata groaned, pressing her hips back against him, grinding her ass against his crotch - his magnificent cock jerking enthusiastically against her belly. What kind of a choice was that? It was either bliss or ecstasy, and she wasn’t sure which. She couldn’t think. She felt so empty. Her pussy - so wet that you could mistake it for a waterfall - cried out for him to fill it. Hinata wanted- no, needed that girth to be inside of her once more. To feel his length thrusting in and out of her… to feel his seed inside of her womb, it was a feeling that couldn’t be compared to anything. Eventually, she managed to stammer out something that sounded like “Soft,” through her moans and groans.
She wanted to savour this. Every second. Every thrust. All she wanted to feel was him.
He gripped the base of his member, teasing it against her entrance. Hinata gasped, her hips bucking. Sasuke couldn’t help but chuckle. Now, he was truly positioning himself. She whimpered, whether in anticipation or fear, she wasn’t sure which.
And then… he was in.
Nirvana.
Bliss.
Whatever it was, it felt good.
Hinata felt her knees go weak. But his strong hands, gripping her hips tightly enough to leave imprints of his fingers, held her up. He was pushing her into the table with every thrust, and although they were soft, they were still packed with intensity.
She came. Her back arched, her body shook, and she let out a long, piercing moan that echoed throughout the kitchen. “Yes…!” Hinata groaned. “Oh… just- just like that!” Even though she was only a few hours shy of their last time together, it felt as if it had been a lifetime to Hinata. Even the comfort of his essence leaking out of her hadn’t been enough - no, she needed him, only him, always him.
Sasuke was feeling rather content, really only having to thrust his hips forward at a steady pace, and in the process reducing Hinata to a moaning puddle of goo bent over the table. It was rather luxurious, actually. As Hinata writhed and screamed before him, he took a moment to examine the kitchen, at the dried lines of cum that crisscrossed the floor, and the dishes that now lay in the sink.
Hinata seemed to be adjusting to the pleasure a tad - so he angled his thrusts, rearranging his feet slightly, and she immediately fell into another lengthy spell of incoherent moaning and screaming.
Sasuke’s ears perked up. He turned his head, a cold smirk curling his lips as the busty form of none other than Naruko came into view. “Nice of you to join us,” he said, his smirk widening. “Why don’t you come over here?”
Her face heated up. Now, these things weren’t even restricted to the safety of the bedroom. Now, whenever Sasuke felt like it, he would bend Hinata or Himawari and take them as he pleased, whenever he placed.
More juices continued to flow down her thigh, and her face turned a light shade of pink that reminded Sasuke of Sakura’s hair. “Why don’t you come over here and get a good look?” Sasuke suggested. “See how a real man can please his woman. Maybe a… feminine perspective will give you a good idea of what to expect.”
Naruko hesitated for a moment. But only for a moment.
She stepped forward, as demure as one could be, uncomfortably aware of the way Sasuke was examining her body - at the way her breasts jiggled with every step she took, and the way she kept unintentionally swaying her hips from side to side.
Naruko sunk to her knees at his side, eye level with the point where Sasuke and Hinata were connected. Her wife didn’t even same to notice her - too lost in her own pleasure, screeching “Sasuke-sama! Sasuke-sama!” like it was her holy mantra.
“Not close enough.” Sasuke growled. Naruko yelped as he seized her by the back of her head - and with his strength, leagues ahead of her own due to her female body, he pushed her forward. Beneath where Sasuke’s cock continued to pound Hinata’s snatch. Directly below her. Her blue eyes not centimeters away, flecks of Hinata’s juices dripping onto her face as she watched.
Naruko remembered, the first few times that Sasuke and Hinata slept together, how difficult it seemed for Hinata’s snatch to take her best friend’s cock. It had struggled to take his immense girth, his prodigious length. But now… it seemed as if it was welcoming him into her depths. Her pussy so stretched out that even Sasuke’s massive cock was afforded easy access into it.
“Look…” Sasuke murmured, his voice low. His grip was tightening, tears prickling at Naruko’s eyes - it felt as if her hair was being pulled out of her scalp. “Look at what I’ve done. She’s mine, dobe. All mine. Let me show you.”
Sasuke leaned forward, letting go of Naruko’s hair. He grabbed a heaping handful of Hinata’s breasts, bending forward so that his chest was pressed to her back, and began to slam into her. Hinata screamed. She couldn’t think. She could hardly breath. So deep. So big.
“How does it feel, Hinata?” Sasuke hissed into her ear. “Tell me.”
“So-so-so good…!” she yelled. “Hard-harder! Faster! Please!”
He, of course, complied. His hips a blur. Naruko’s face was shiny with Hinata’s juices now, the blonde still. Rivers of juices ran down her thighs now.
“Who the fuck owns you? Who the fuck owns this pussy?” Sasuke demanded.
“You do!” Hinata screeched.
“Can your pathetic little husband do this to you?”
“He can’t!” Hinata yelled. “He can’t! He’s- he’s like a twig compared to you, Sasuke-sama.” She dipped her head down, her face twisted in sheer pleasure. “He’s not a man… he can’t please me… he can’t please me like you can, Sasuke-sama…!”
And there it was.
Her final defeat, Naruko realized.
Of course, she had known that in her heart. It was obvious to all of the participants who was the alpha here, and who was the beta. But now, Hinata had truly admitted it - at least, in Naruko’s company. She had screamed it. Her mind was far too addled with pleasure to lie, either. She wasn’t Uzumaki Hinata anymore. No… if she were to be given a new, more proper name, it would likely be something along the lines of ‘Cum Slut #1.’ Because that’s what she was now. A slut. A whore. Willing to bend over, and take Sasuke’s massive cock at any time.
Naruko couldn’t stop herself anymore.
Her fingers slipped beneath the skirt of her maid outfit… and into her snatch. So needy. So wet. Two fingers, three, four, all given easy access. In. Out. She had never fingered herself before as Naruko - it was a strange sensation, but it felt so good.
Ironically enough, Sasuke came at the same time Naruko did.
Sasuke let out a low grunt as he bottomed out inside of Hinata. Naruko watched as his balls tightened, as his shaft throbbed and then- she could hear the first shot shooting inside of Hinata. “T-thank youuuu…!” Hinata groaned, sounding as if she were on the verge of tears, her body convulsing against Sasuke.
He pulled out without warning. The first glob of cum came down, and before Naruko could react, it had fallen - splattering against her nose, spraying her face with Sasuke’s white essence. She was shocked. Completely still, Naruko’s chest heaving up and down, her breaths coming fast and hard, her body aching in the aftermath of her orgasm.
Sasuke picked Hinata up, flipping her around and dropping her onto her back on top of the table. He spread her legs nice and wide. And then, once again, he seized Naruko by the back of the head. There was a cold glint in his eye.
“Clean. It. Up.” Sasuke said, his voice low.
“W-wha-?”
“Clean!”
Meekly, obediently, like the submissive beta she was, Naruko obeyed. She moved her head forward, giving Hinata’s snatch a good lick, the blonde moaning at the musky taste of Sasuke’s cum. Her inhibitions were gone. Her pride, her dignity… long since stolen away. She didn’t care anymore. She couldn’t care. She had lost. Her rival… her rival had finally conquered her.
This was the ultimate defeat.
Uzumaki Naruko, savior of the Elemental Nations, a sage, the jinchuuriki of the Kyuubi… forced to eat out another man’s creampie, from the stretched out, ruined pussy of her wife. She did so eagerly. Her plump lips slurping up Sasuke’s seed, her tongue burying into Hinata’s depths and coming out slathered in jizz. She didn’t care. She couldn’t care.
There was no point in fighting any more. No point in… resisting. She knew her place now - and that was at Sasuke’s knees, forced to clean up after he was done with her wife and daughter, forced to watch as her family was turned into whores and sex slaves.
And she was happy.
She was happy.
There was a triumphant gleam in Sasuke’s eye as he watched Naruko happily slurp up his creampie. “Good girl,” he murmured, ruffling her hair, Naruko letting out a satisfied moan every now and then as she gobbled up his cum.
The sound of something bounding down the steps. Sasuke turned, and effortlessly caught Himawari - who had evidently tried to tackle hug him. “Sasuke-sama!” she said, giggling happily. “Did you put me in the shower, or…?”
“She did.” Sasuke said, nodding to Naruko.
Himawari stared at Naruko for a moment, who was still lapping away at Hinata’s cum-soaked folds. “Huh…” she murmured. “Tou-san is really going at it.” A pause. “Or should I call her Kaa-san?”
“That doesn’t really matter.” Sasuke said, pulling a chair back from the table, and positioning it so he got a lovely view of Naruko’s ultimate humiliation. “While those two are busy,” Sasuke said. “I’m going to need some servicing. Care to help?” he asked, rhetorically, of course.
Himawari beamed. She dropped to her knees before him, and without further interlude, took his swollen length into her mouth. Himawari bobbed her head up and down eagerly, making soft glug glug sounds that intertwined with Hinata’s moans, and the sound of Naruko licking away at his wife’s ruined, jizz packed pussy.
Sasuke leaned back in the chair.
Everything had gone… perfectly.
There was nothing left to it.
He had won.
Naruto, Naruko, Hinata, Himawari… they were all his, to use and fuck as he pleased, to demean and to destroy as if they were mere toys to him.
He couldn’t help but smirk.
‘You know what?’ Sasuke thought. ‘I’ll admit it. You won back there at the Valley of the End, the second time at least. But… look at you now, Naruto. I won in the end. The Uchiha always triumph.’
In the end, Naruto had cemented his own downfall. Now, his wife and daughter were another man’s fucktoys. He himself, sentenced to life as either a pathetic beta cuckold, or a maid worthy only to clean up after Sasuke’s messes.
A fitting end, Sasuke thought.
Life… was good.
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There it is.
The finale.
Whew! That was quite the ride, no?
If you're wondering where the original story has gone, it's backed up on Hentai Foundry. I recommend this one, however, and I am not telling you to go there, just merely referencing that the original is not deleted.
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