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Naruto's Fetish	By : BigE2955 Category: Naruto > General Views: 233323 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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Every family needed a vacation sometime, right?

Hinata sighed, gingerly adjusting the sunglasses she wore.

Sometimes, she regretted not being able to take Boruto along on these family excursions -- but when push came to shove, it was simply too risky to bring him along. So, Naruto had elected to do what he normally did: send his son out on a mission, so that he was completely unaware that his family was leaving the village for three days and three nights. Sakura was relegated to the same unfortunate fate -- Naruto had fabricated reports of a rare, and very coveted medicinal flower being seen in a distant corner of the Land of Fire, and Sakura had leapt on it.

Therefore giving them complete and total privacy. All Naruto needed to do after those two were taken care of was put his affairs in order, tell Shikamaru that he was going to cash in some well earned vacation days and spend it at ‘home’, and he was golden.

They were just about to head out.

“Everything packed?”

Naruko let out a hum of assent.

“Everything?”

Another hum of assent.

Hinata sighed, turning around and putting a hand on her hip. “Sweetie, could you stop sucking Sasuke-kun’s cock long enough to give me a proper answer?” she said, almost warningly.

Naruko’s cheeks turned red; Sasuke merely flashed a little smirk, glad that he had long since packed his things. The blonde pulled back, precum and saliva drooling down her chin as she glanced at her dear wife.

“S-sorry,” Naruko stammered. “But -- uh… yeah. Everything’s packed, Hinata; I think Himawari and Sarada said they only needed a few more minutes before they were done.”

“Good, good,” Hinata murmured. She was all business now - and to prove it, she ‘only’ stared at Sasuke’s cock for a good five seconds before she looked away. “There’s no time for that, honey,” she told Naruko. “Change back to my husband and put your clothes back on. We’ve got no time to waste and I wouldn’t want to miss out on anything.”

“Alright…” Naruko mumbled.

There was a puff of smoke, and then Naruto had returned. His face still red with embarrassment, he pulled on his clothes, heaved up his suitcase, and gave his wife a nod of assent.

“Himawari! Sarada! Are you two ready?”

In the other room, the two girls in question looked up.

“Almost!” they called, in perfect unison.

“Meet us down in the living room in five minutes, young ladies!” Hinata called.

“Alright…!”

Four minutes and thirty-nine seconds later, their group was organized in the living room.

The beautiful Hinata.

The decently pregnant Himawari.

The lovely Sarada.

The bottomfeeder Naruto -- and by extension, the bombshell Naruko.

And of course, Sasuke.

Three days and three nights.

And little did they know that at least one member of their little family would be pregnant by the time they came back… and Sarada wasn’t one of them.

“Are you guys ready?” Naruto asked.

Sarada and Himawari nodded in unison, bright grins adorning their faces.

“Alright,” Hinata said. “Let’s get going -- we’ve got a lot of ground to cover before we reach where we want to go.”

They heaved up their suitcases, they smoothed out their clothes -- and exited through the backdoor. Himawari and Sarada clung to either one of Sasuke’s arms, while Hinata gingerly -- and with some reluctance -- linked her arm with Naruto.

At once, the five of them vanished in a flicker -- swiftly departing from the village.

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The journey itself was short -- how could it not be, with two of the fastest shinobi to have ever lived directing the shunshin no jutsu that took them there? It wasn’t a few hours later that they stopped just before their destination.

A moderate sized cabin - comfy and cozy, and blissfully isolated. Naruto had been coerced to pull some strings in order to buy it -- a sort of vacation home. In the distance, about a hundred meters away, they could see a sandy beach. An expanse that went for miles uninhabited -- perfect… tranquil. They could go swimming, sunbathe, do whatever they wished in privacy.

Naruto withdrew the key to the cabin from a pocket, twisting it in the lock and throwing the door open. He’d had a team of clones go over it the previous day -- prepping it up, making sure not a speck of dust could interrupt their vacation.

His clones had also delivered a healthy amount of toys, birth control pills, cameras… and a few chastity belts -- he wasn’t sure whether they were for use or just to have that ‘threat’ hanging over their heads. Funnily enough, just seeing them gave Naruto this warm feeling - a reminder of enjoyable times. He still wasn’t sure if Hinata had ever recovered from her spell with that particular device.

“Here,” Sasuke said, pressing his suitcase into Naruto’s hand -- the blonde was caught off guard, and unable to retort by the time Sasuke had sat down on the bed.

“Uh… alright…” Naruto mumbled. Hinata, Himawari, and Sarada had simply stacked up their luggage in a corner of the room -- and now they were converging on Sasuke, the bed creaking beneath their combined weight, rubbing their hands across his biceps and chest and nibbling at his neck. Hinata had even slipped a hand beneath his pants -- rubbing the Uchiha’s obvious bulge.

“God,” Sasuke grunted. “It’s only been a few hours…!”

The three girls chuckled nervously, biting their lips, exchanging glances and playing with their hair.

He inhaled deeply.

“Fine,” he murmured. “In a little bit, okay you three? I’d like to relax for a little bit.”

“That’s fine, Sasuke-kun,” Hinata purred.

With great reluctance, they eased themselves off of the bed. Naruto had just finished giving the cabin a once over, blue eyes resting on the drawer where his clones had stored away all the toys.

“I think it’s about time for lunch,” Naruto said, a smile on his face. “Who wants to help cook?”

“Oh, I do!” Sarada and Himawari said in unison.

Hinata grinned. “I think I’ll help as well,” she murmured.

Sasuke laid back on the bed, closing his eyes and allowing his breathing to even out. The four of them began to cook -- Hinata skillfully delegating a task for each of them to accomplish; soon a delicious aroma filled the cabin, and the air was filled with the sounds of food being stirred and the clatter of pots and pans.

They were making lunch, as they had left early in the morning and it seemed to be around eleven or even noon already. In the end, Hinata decided for them to make something simple -- and something she knew everyone in the room would like; a western food she’d picked up from a cookbook called ‘macaroni and cheese’. Home made, of course, as the ingredients were readily at hand, courtesy of Naruto’s clones which had delivered everything they could ever want.

An hour later…

“What the hell is this?”

Sarada had shoved a bowl beneath Sasuke’s nose -- he sniffed, and a strange look overcame his face.

“It’s macaroni and cheese, Papa!” Sarada chirped. Naruto and Himawari were already devouring their bowls, that Uzumaki appetite unable to be quelled. Hinata was already finished with hers -- Sarada was waiting for Sasuke to start on his.

Sasuke sighed.

“Alright,” he said, taking the bowl from his daughter’s hands. He began to eat, though it was rather reluctantly.

It wasn’t long before they were all finished eating: and soon, all of their bowls and the pots and such required to make it were stacked up in the sink.

“You know,” Hinata said, putting a hand on her hip. “I think we should head down to the beach for a while. What do you guys think?”

Everyone -- save Sasuke -- agreed bosteriously. Sasuke gave a tiny jerk of his head.

They all turned to look at Sasuke.

Who, in turn, sighed once more.

He grabbed his suitcase, opened it up, and began to strip; the women of the room ogled his nude body without shame, and Naruto suddenly wished he was Naruko in that moment.

Sasuke pulled on a pair of simple swimming trunks. There was a reason he didn’t like to go to the beach all that often, considering the massive bulge he sported, even while soft. If he ever went to a public beach, two-thirds of the women would lust after him, and all of the men would bask in shame. Except Naruto, who would probably pop a hardon of his own as Hinata and the others lusted after Sasuke.

“Go ahead and go to the beach, Sasuke-kun,” Hinata said. “The rest of us are going to… get ready.” Her eyes lingered on Naruto, and she, Sarada, and Himawari all giggled in unison.

Naruto blanched -- Sasuke gave a shrug of his shoulder, opening the door and stepping out of the cabin; he began his walk down to the beach, a surly look about him. He was still rather tired from the journey, and that macaroni and cheese hadn’t helped.

When he got to the beach, he elected to lie down. The sand was warm -- not scalding hot, but… warm. Easing himself onto his back, he closed his eyes and relaxed.

The warm air flowed through his lungs. The sun’s rays beat down on him; it was truly, truly a peaceful day. Out in the middle of nowhere with four out of the five people that made his life worth living. It was unfortunate that Sakura wasn’t there, but he could make it up to her later. For now, he just… wanted to enjoy this.

It took surprisingly long for them to get ‘ready’. But he felt them approach -- four chakra signatures beaming brightly.

He stood up, and turned toward the tree line.

A moment’s silence.

And then, they appeared.

The four of them -- Himawari, Hinata, Sarada and Naruko. All clad in tight bikinis, all grinning at him, side by side as they walked toward him.

Himawari was clad in an innocent looking white bikini, her beauty seemingly only enhanced by her round, pregnant belly. Her skin glowed -- her plump breasts, only largened by her pregnancy, seemed to bounce with every step.

Sarada, of course, was draped in a bikini of crimson-red -- the same color of the sharingan. She was thin and lithe, her hair framing her cute face, glasses gleaming in the sunlight. Her long, long legs allowed her to glide forward in a way that could arouse any man; even her father.

Hinata wore a violet bikini -- and it was a sight to behold. Her large breasts trapped in that bikini top, her bikini bottom tight to the point of almost outlining her snatch. Every step she took was sexy, the glint in her eye was irresistible. Her hair was done up in a bun, chopsticks stuck through to keep it up. And there was this grin on her face… one of confidence: confidence that Sasuke had given her over long years of pounding. And, of course, from something else that was due to happen soon.

And then, there was Naruko.

She had donned an orange bikini, because what other color would suit her most?

As Sasuke took in the sight of Naruko, it dawned on him why it had taken them that long to get ready; because it seemed they had underestimated Naruko’s unique bust size, and her bikini top appeared at least a size… or two… or three too small. It clung to her, nipples almost visible through the fabric, extraordinarily large breasts bouncing and jiggling with every step she took. Her long long legs, her wide, birthing hips -- and he was sure that her ass had to look amazing in that bikini bottom.

It was funny, almost.

Sasuke had always seen Naruto and Naruko as… two separate entities.

Naruto was his best friend -- and all the cuckold to him, the bull for all intents and purposes. The blonde had slurped up his creampie, watched as he’d fucked his wife and daughter. He had signed over his masculinity to Sasuke; he’d given the Uchiha a license to dominate his life in every way imaginable. Yet, they were still friends. Still brothers, in a way.

But there was Naruko.

He wouldn’t dance around the fact; she was his cum slut. His whore. The perfect specimen for him to fuck to his heart’s content -- with the perfect body, from her massive tits to her wonderful ass, to the incredible tightness of her pussy and her ever persistent willingness to do anything.

They even acted slightly different. Naruto would kneel at his feet and marvel at the sight of Sasuke’s massive cock stretching out his wife’s cunt -- Naruko kneel and beg and pant for her turn.

It was amusing in a way to him. That his best friend could flip on a dime in an almost bipolar fashion -- from Hokage to cuckold, from cuckold to cum slut, from cum slut to deranged whore would would stop at nothing for cock.

Oh, how the mighty had fallen; and Sasuke knew he wouldn’t have it any other way.

“It’s a nice day out, huh?” Sarada said, holding a hand against her forehead to block out the sun, scanning the sandy beach and the gentle waves that crashed against them -- the water bluer than Himawari’s eyes, which was a feat to behold.

Hinata had a few things tucked underneath her arm; a towel first and foremost, which was spread out across the sand liberally. Her pairs of sunglasses, a book, and a tube of lipstick were the other items.

“Alright,” Sasuke said, and all four of them froze.

They turned toward him.

It was… unspoken: but they knew exactly what was about to happen.

He would pick one of them to have his way with -- and the other three could play in the water, bathe in sun, and do whatever they wished. And, of course, all of them prayed to be the lucky one to be chosen.

Sasuke looked them all over, eying them like cattle. Hinata. His daughter. Pregnant Himawari. Busty, endlessly sexy, Naruko. And, to be fair, he hadn’t gotten to finish with her that morning.

“Naruko,” he said, and Sarada, Himawari, and Hinata all let out a groan.

“You wanna go play in the water?” Himawari asked Sarada, who nodded eagerly. They both ran out, the water splashing around as they began to wade in it -- making quite a show of getting themselves wet as they sprayed each other with carefully aimed sprays of water, thrown up by their hands.

Hinata, meanwhile, went to go hunt seashells. Which of course left Sasuke and Naruko all on their own.

“Hands and knees, on the blanket,” he commanded. And of course, he had already lowered his swimming trunks -- his cock falling out from inside of them, already half-hard from the sight of these four beauties clad in bikinis, all to himself on this wide stretch of shore.

Naruko grinned, greedily arranging herself in that position for him -- shaking her massive ass from side to side, the bikini bottom hugging it in a way that seemed to emphasize her incredible curves.

Sasuke eased himself onto his knees behind her, and delivered a stinging smack to one of her ass cheeks -- Naruko groaned in delight, throwing her head back. Another smack, to the other ass cheek this time; she groaned once again.

“Finger yourself,” he said. “Think about me when you’re doing it; I want you to be wet and ready for when I enter you.”

She said nothing to confirm it; but whether or not she would listen to his orders was a foregone conclusion. Of course she would. This was Naruko -- his cum slut, his loyal whore. Not the Hokage, Naruto.

“Fuck,” she whispered, as she pressed her bikini bottoms to the side and eased a few fingers into her slit. It was tough; her body was quite literally designed to be as tight as possible. But she managed.

And there she was, fingering herself. Infecting her mind with thoughts of him -- the time he had fucked her ass, their first time together, watching Hinata moan Sasuke’s name as he came inside of her…

It wasn’t long before she was wet and dripping, arousal staining the towel they had positioned themselves on.

“God,” Sasuke murmured. “You are a dirty little whore.”

It wasn’t even an insult -- it was a statement of fact; how many women could so readily finger themselves less than twenty meters away from their wife, their daughter, and a girl they’d known since she was a baby?

“Uh huh,” Naruko teased. “But I’m your dirty little whore, Sasuke,” she said.

“True,” he admitted.

Again, he delivered a stinging slap to her plump ass cheek -- and then, he closed in. Slapping her hand away from her slit; and instead, positioning his enormous entrance against her weeping slit. He eased himself inside of her without further ado, groaning as her walls began to clamp around his shaft; he pushed and pushed, until he found purchase and was able to thrust in and any out of her at a steady pace.

There was a moment of serenity, even as she moaned against him, even as he worked his massive cock in and out of her. Sarada and Himawari laughed and giggled in the distance -- Hinata stooped over, picking up a seashell and holding it up to her ear. A bird flew over them; the sun shined high in the sky. It was… peaceful.

“You know, I wanted to tell you something,” Sasuke said. “Naruto, I mean.”

Naruko tilted her head back, rocking her hips back against him. “Whatever you need to say to Naruto,” she murmured. “You can say to me as well, Sasuke.” Even she seemed to realize the separateness of the two of them.

“Alright,” Sasuke murmured. “Naruto -- Naruko… I’m going to impregnate Hinata this weekend.” He took a deep breath. “I had her undergo the process to enable her to have children once more; I made sure she went off of her birth control before this. There won’t be a condom, there isn’t a day after pill for miles around -- sometime within the next two days, she will be pregnant.”

Naruko audibly swallowed.

“Will I be there?”

“Which one of you?”

“Can I choose?”

“Of course,” Sasuke said.

“Okay,” Naruko said. She looked ahead; the ocean was endless. As far as the eye could see. “I guess… it’s your prerogative whether she gets pregnant or not. I’m just her husband -- wife, whatever; you’re the one…”

“I’m the one that owns her body,” Sasuke murmured quietly.

“Exactly,” Naruko mumbled.

“You’re acting shifty,” Sasuke noted.

“How so?”

“There’s something that you’re not telling me; and I’ll force it out of you.”

“No, you won’t.”

“And how do you figure that?”

“Because you’ll end up losing control, and fucking my brains out before I spill a single word,” Naruko said sweetly. It was true -- Sasuke did tend to loose all sense of self restraint when faced with the epitome of perfection that he was currently fucking.

He shrugged.

“Fair point,” Sasuke said. “But you will tell me eventually.”

“When we have some privacy,” Naruko murmured.

“Trapped in a cabin with the three of them?”

“We’ll find a way to make some privacy if we have to,” Naruko said, grinning.

Sasuke allowed a chuckle to fall from his lips, and he began to thrust into Naruko anew.

Rough, fast, untethered; just the way Naruko liked it. Out here, wide open, exposed -- such a contrast from how they usually fucked, stuck inside of that house where Sasuke had pounded Himawari, Sarada, Hinata, and of course, her hundreds if not thousands of times.

He reached forward, grasping her heavy breasts -- still trapped in the confines of that bikini top -- and squeezing. He thrust into her; he delivered a fourth stinging slap to her pert ass. She was a cornucopia of pleasure, and it wasn’t long before she was cumming on his cock… walls clenching around his member, her clit engorged and almost angry. He kneaded said clit with his thumb, and her first orgasm hit home without warning -- her moans echoed across the beach, and the three women not presently being fucked by Sasuke turned to look at them for a moment.

Harder, faster -- faster than the naked eye could see; two people, one man and one man-turned-woman, the strongest people alive. And yet, the man so easily broke down the woman, he fucked her, her made her moan his name and cum on his cock. The woman’s wife, the woman’s daughter, the girl who had idolized the woman beyond all else.

Naruko loved her place in life; she really, really did.

“Where do you want me to cum?” Sasuke asked, a good while later, once he’d had his fun with her wonderful body. “I’ll leave it up to you this time.”

“I want to swallow it,” Naruko murmured, a firmness to her tone.

“Well, I’m close; so if you’d like to finish me off, go ahead and do it.”

“Alright!”

He pulled out of her, standing up without further ado. Naruko turned around, licking her lips and almost salivating at the sight of his erect, throbbing cock hovering in front of her.

She gingerly took it into her mouth, allowing the tip to go past her plump lips. And she stared up at him; blue eyes shining as his enormous member disappeared into the depths of her mouth.

Her juices leaked down her thigh; they continued to stain the towel they had done all these things on.

Still, Sasuke wanted to enjoy his dominance over her a little more.

He seized both of her pigtails -- her eyes widened to the size of saucers. Sasuke allowed a slight smirk to curl his lips; he drew back, until the very tip of his cock was inside of her mouth… and then, with one thrust, he sheathed himself to the hilt inside of her throat. Naruko gagged, but he forced her to take it anyway; so much cock, throbbing, twitching, pulsating in the depths of her mouth.

Sasuke chuckled darkly. “I bet,” he mused, as he ground his hips, balls resting against her chin. “You could still tastes your wife’s pussy on my cock; or maybe your daughter’s too. Hell, we both know you can taste yours. When I finish, and pull out, I want you to tell me exactly what you taste, Naruko. Do you understand me?”

After a moment, she gave him a nod.

He let out a languid groan, and let himself go, still gripping her pigtails -- his cock had been shoved so deeply into her throat that she didn’t even need to swallow as he came. Every last drop of hot white cum was deposited straight into her belly; all she had to do was withstand it.

And she did. Because her body was built for sex, and Naruko would be damned if she couldn’t swallow one of Sasuke’s loads. After seeing Hinata swallow so many over the years, it was only recently that Naruto-turned-Naruko had found out the wonders of it.

He emptied out every last bit of semen into his cum slut’s throat -- then pulled out. Jizz dripped down her chin, falling onto the front of her bikini top; she coughed and gagged, pressing a fist against her mouth and doubling over for a moment. Sasuke looked down impassively; after all, she was the one who had insisted on swallowing.

“And?” Sasuke said.

“I couldn’t taste myself at all,” Naruko murmured, fingers twisting in the towel. “All I could taste was you -- your cock, that manliness in my mouth… fuck…”

A slight, confident smile spread across Sasuke’s features. “Good answer,” he said. “Now go have fun with your family: I’m going to relax for a bit.”

“Alright,” Naruko mumbled, climbing to her feet.

She bounced off -- Sasuke staring at her wonderful ass as she went away, as it bounced up and down and giggled and fuck, he was already hard again.

Oh well.

“Himawari!” Sasuke called, as he laid his back on the towel, his erection jutting up into the air.

His pregnant cum slut came over, a grin on her face…

---

That night, long after they had departed the beach, they did manage to find some privacy. Naruko had transformed back into Naruto by now -- and he was, of course, clad in his typical clothes now. The bikini would have to be saved for another time.

The way they managed to get ‘privacy’ was simple.

Sasuke told Himawari and Sarada to prep Hinata up, and the two had leapt at the opportunity. As Sasuke and Naruto stepped out of the cabin and into the clearing in front of it, they could hear Hinata’s moans from through the door. Apparently, Sasuke’s daughter and Naruto’s daughter were going above and beyond to make sure Hinata was really ready.

“What did you need to talk to me about?” Sasuke asked, folding his arms across his chest. He was naked; his swimming trunks somewhere, abandoned on the beach. He hadn’t bothered to get dressed once they’d gotten back to the cabin.

Naruto swallowed.

“I’ve… been working on something,” he began.

“‘Something’?”

“A jutsu, of sorts. Well, an improvement to a jutsu.”

“What do you mean by that?” Sasuke murmured.

Naruto swallowed.

“Give me a moment,” he said, clasping his fingers together in a seal; Sasuke took a step back eyes narrowed slightly.

Truly, a colossal amount of chakra went into the jutsu; enough that the air in Naruto’s immediate vicinity quite literally pulsed. His hands glowed a blue so bright as to be nearly blinding.

And then, it stopped.

Sasuke blinked once.

Beside Naruto, there was Naruko -- but, she was different somehow. Not in appearance, but just… different.

“This, is the new version of my Oiroke no Jutsu,” Naruto explained, gesturing to Naruko with a hand.

“What’s new about it?” Sasuke inquired.

“Well,” Naruto said. “She’s much, much tougher than the original. As in, you could ram a sword through her gut and not kill her. Not only that, but I made some… alterations.”

“Alterations,” Sasuke deadpanned.

“She’s tighter,” Naruto said. “Her breasts are more plump, her ass is firmer… nothing is ‘bigger’, but it’s all better.”

“Okay…”

“And, of course, I did my research. I had a team of clones working around the clock, reading medical textbooks and things like that.” Naruto swallowed. “In the end, I think I’ve gotten to the point where there is no difference between this version of Naruko, and an actual woman.”

Sasuke stared at him.

“And…?” Sasuke murmured, and there was a lilt of… eagerness to his voice. Anticipation, even.

Naruko and Naruto grinned in unison.

The former stepped forward, wounding her arms around Sasuke’s neck and pressing her bust against his chest -- she leaned up, lips only an inch away from his ear, hot breath fanning out against it…

“Sasuke,” Naruko whispered. “Do you know how long I can last?”

“In?”

“Not sex, but I can last for a while there,” Naruko giggled. “In general, I mean. Naruto made an estimate, and we figured that I could stick around for about ten months before I dispel -- and then, he can just remake me if we so wish.” She grinned. “Of course, that’s only one more month than we need.”

Sasuke’s jaw slackened.

“Sasuke…” Naruko murmured. “You said you were going to impregnate Hinata on this little vacation… do you think that you could do me that same courtesy?”

“You’re saying…”

“Yes,” Naruko said. “Put a baby in me, Sasuke.” She grinned, so widely that the whisker marks on her cheeks almost disappeared. And there was this look in her eyes; of lust? Of temptation? Of desire?

God, she was such a slut.

Naruto stepped up from behind her. “And do you know what this means?”

“You get to watch,” Sasuke said to Naruto.

“I get the best of both worlds, no?” Naruto said, grinning. “And you get to impregnate two women instead of just one.”

God, he was such a cuckold.

Sasuke was silent for a moment.

Then he threw his head back and laughed.

“You are one sick, demented bastard,” Sasuke murmured. “Both of you.”

The two blondes grinned; Naruko and Naruto, the same person, and yet at the same time… not.

“Alright,” Sasuke said. “I suppose I know what the plan is for these next few days…”

“What? You weren’t going to impregnate Hinata tonight?” Naruto asked.

“No,” Sasuke replied. “I told her that she was getting pregnant sometime before we went back to the village; but I didn’t tell her when. I was just going to fuck her ass and make you lick up my cum afterward -- but now, I’ll make both of you do it.”

“Is that a promise?” Naruto and Naruko said in unison.

“Get inside the cabin and find out,” Sasuke murmured.

The two blondes grinned. And then, Naruto in the lead, they sprinted for the door -- wrenching it open and disappearing inside.

It seemed that for the next ten months, their party of five would become a party of six.

‘It takes a certain kind of man to want to see himself get fucked,’’ Sasuke thought, as he took a deep breath. ‘It takes another to watch himself get impregnated in a way. But if he, or rather, they insist… who am I to put a stop to it?’

He chuckled darkly.

“Ready or not,” Sasuke murmured, as he made for the door to the cabin. “... here I come…”
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