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Naruto's Fetish	By : BigE2955 Category: Naruto > General Views: 233323 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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This is an intriguing chapter to me. It’s a little similar to an earlier chapter of this (surprisingly long running) story, but I think I’m going to take it in an interesting direction that you guys will appreciate. Enjoy!
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Their vacation was over; Naruto yawned as he stepped in through the door, his gait sleepy and relaxed.

Three beautiful girls filed in after him — his wife, his daughter, and himself… just in the form of a voluptuous woman. They were laughing and talking adamantly, positively giddy.

And why wouldn’t they be?

Himawari was heavily pregnant: belly swollen with her man’s seed. And Naruko and Hinata? Well, they weren’t showing — hell, they weren’t even sure they were pregnant yet. But considering Sasuke’s virility, the two figured it was a given.

All of Sasuke’s women — aside from Sarada — could attest to one unalienable fact: there was nothing, and that meant nothing, like the feeling after being impregnated by that bull of a man.

Of course Naruto was pretty happy too.

Because to him, bar being in Naruko’s place, seeing his wife, daughter, and himself being impregnated by another man was just as amazing. To see their bellies grow. To see their skin glow; to help them come up with baby names. To think about taking care of Sasuke’s beautiful, black eyed children… perhaps while he was in the very next room with Hinata, Himawari, Naruko, or all three of them, ensuring that Naruto would have yet another child to babysit before long.

Heaven on earth. At least, to Naruto.

And what was the one thing that could spoil Naruto’s good mood?

Work. Just like any adult, work was what had to spoil it.

Now, don’t get him wrong — Naruto loved being Hokage. He absolutely adored being in the position he’d dreamt of attaining since childhood; every time he looked up at the mountain and saw his face carved into the stone, a feeling unlike any other (aside from, perhaps, the moment his children were born) went through every pore of his body.

But the ‘work’ part of it sucked. Especially when he had two options: spend his time bent over a desk, or spend his time watching Hinata get fucked by Sasuke as he bent her over the bed.

And…

Well, the first thing Naruto saw when he walked through the door was a hawk perched on the window outside; he’d sent a clone to the office to catch up on things, and clearly, the clone had wanted to send him some sort of message without needing to dispel.

As Naruko, Hinata, and Himawari went about unpacking their things, Naruto went up to the window, wooden floorboards squeaking gently beneath his feet. The window was locked -- he flipped the latch and pulled it open.

“Thanks, buddy,” he said, giving the hawk a grin; of course, the animal didn’t respond verbally. It inclined its head toward the Hokage, and once Naruto had taken the letter from its talons it flew off, flapping its wings and cawing loudly.

He tore open the letter.

His grin vanished as he read it.

“Oh my… those… ugh! I swear,” Naruto growled.

Naruko recognized that look on — well, her face. The buxom blonde stepped up to Naruto, putting a hand on his shoulder. “What the hell happened now?” Naruko muttered, glancing at the letter.

“Some idiots near the border with Kumogakure decided to be… idiots,” Naruto told her. “Apparently, there was a big fucking drunken brawl, between some Kumo shinobi and some of our boys. One of the Kumo guys got stabbed in the gut… and died.” He pursed his lips together. “I’m gonna have to go to Kumogakure and smooth things out. You know how they are; they’ll be crying for blood, talking about how it’s just a repeat of the Third Shinobi War or whatever. Sweet mother of God… fuck.”

Naruko groaned. “Diplomatic incidents suck,” she said. Naruto agreed.

Himawari and Hinata hadn’t even noticed something was wrong — the latter was busy inquiring as to around the time she and Sasuke had before Hinata could no longer get those rough poundings she loved so much… because of the baby, of course.

“Ay’s still pissed at us from when…” Naruko began.

“... when I got drunk with Killer Bee and damn near destroyed a mountain with him? Yeah, I know. I’m gonna be gone for a few days at the very least.” Naruto sighed. “Fuck.”

It’s not like he could send a clone.

He’d tried that with a minor village once — he had been so busy that week, and he’d thought he could get it away with it. Well, Naruto quickly found out that having one of his clones abruptly dispel in a minor village sorta maybe might have caused the leader to declare Naruto a — well, it was some sort of local insult, but an ANBU whose mother had come from that village told him that it basically meant ‘huge fucking asshole’.

With a minor village it was one thing, but with another major village? With Kumogakure?

Yeah, it was best to stay on the side of caution.

And all he was sacrificing was… what, a few days without seeing his wife’s cunt get creampied? A few days without having to wait outside of the bathroom while Himawari gave Sasuke a shower blowjob? A few days without calming down Sarada when she woke up hours after being fucked into unconsciousness?

… this trip was going to suck.

He turned around to tell Hinata and Himawari the bad news — only to see that the two were gushing over Himawari’s baby kicking. Hinata had her cheek pressed against her daughter’s belly; a bright grin went from ear to ear.

Maybe he would tell them later… there was no need to spoil the moment.

___

His departure was rather… uneventful.

Sort of.

Hinata was teary eyed and Himawari kept giving him hugs… but that was typical for whenever he left for more than a day. Sakura gave him a kiss on the cheek; Sarada did as well, and Naruto could see that both of their lips were smeared with precum.

The most memorable part was with Sasuke.

There was no passionate hug, no tears, not even a smile from him. It was Sasuke, after all. They made eye contact, they nodded, and nothing else needed to be said.

Except when it was just the two of them.

“You better be damned happy with me by the way,” Sasuke said. “I had to figure out how to work that damn computer all on my own to keep it a surprise.”

“What?” Naruto said.

Sasuke smirked. It was that classic Uchiha smirk that said — ‘shut the fuck up, I’m about to look like a badass and an asshole at the same time’.

“Just do me a favor, Naruto. You’ll probably fall asleep the second you get to your room in Kumogakure — but tomorrow, around noon… check your email.”

“What?” Naruto said.

“You know what I said.” Sasuke’s smirk grew — Naruto blinked, because really, the idea of Sasuke even knowing how to use email was… strange. The Uchiha said nothing else; he turned his back to the blonde and walked away.

Naruto shook his head.

“Okay then…” Naruto murmured, starting down the road on his journey to Kumogakure. “Tomorrow at noon; got it.”

___

True to Sasuke’s word, Naruto did fall asleep the second he got to his room — Ay was being a bitch, like usual, with all his growling and attempting to be the ‘big man’ in the room. It was exhausting; Killer Bee was cool as usual, though, and at least there was eye candy like Samui around to keep Naruto distracted.

When he woke up, it was… thirty minutes after noon.

Sasuke’s words still lingered in the blonde’s mind. So, like the third thing he did was checking his email.

There were video files waiting for him — two video files to be exact, actually. One was labeled ‘one’, and the second was labeled ‘two’. Sasuke had never been one for subtlety.

Naruto clicked on one.

The video quality was rather low, but it was easy to make out Sasuke’s face.

“Enjoying Kumogakure?” Sasuke said. “I’m going to rush this a bit… I was planning on breaking out this… surprise… later. With more than an hour’s notice, I mean. But, oh well, whatever.”

Sasuke leaned back in his chair.

“You and I both know you aren’t going to do anything meaningful there,” Sasuke continued. “It’s not like me. Sakura has to worry about me impregnating half of a foreign village’s women whenever I travel.”

Which was true, Naruto admitted. Because while Naruto had simply used Samui as eye candy to distract himself from Ay’s rambling, Sasuke probably would have turned her into a cum slut by the end of his first night in Kumogakure.

“So… I decided you to give a piece of how my stay there would be. Sort of.” Sasuke chuckled. “Uzumaki Naruto — prepare to step into the shoes of Uchiha Sasuke, at least in a way.”

He pinched his fingers together and lifted something up. The video quality was low to the point where Naruto couldn’t make it out — but it was…

“A camera,” Sasuke answered for him. “It goes in my eye; like a contact. It’s connected wirelessly or… something… to a computer. I can send you the video files I record with it; after I cut them down to the ‘good’ sections, I guess, if I can figure out how the damn editing things work…” He shook his head. “You get the idea, Naruto.”

Sasuke’s smirk was more than obvious, despite the camera’s low quality.

“Enjoy.”

The video ended.

Naruto couldn’t have double-clicked the ‘two’ file fast enough.

___

The difference in camera quality was immediately. Completely and totally obvious, because it looked almost real. If Naruto leaned forward, he was completely immersed in what was going on.

Of course, he was leaned forward the entire time.

“Alright,” Sasuke mumbled, rubbing his hands together. “I tested this thing out a little, Naruto. It should be working.” He was talking to himself — and to Naruto at the same time in a way. It didn’t look like anyone was around, though, to overhear Sasuke ‘talking to himself’. He was in the bathroom… Naruto’s bathroom, the one inside of his house.

Sasuke took a deep breath.

He stepped out of the bathroom and into the master bedroom. HInata was waiting for him.

Clad in pajamas — fluffy pajamas, a maroon color that clung to her curves. She grinned at him, from ear to ear.

“Thanks for sleeping with me tonight,” Hinata murmured, as Sasuke crawled into bed with her.

“I usually sleep with you anyway,” Sasuke pointed out.

“That’s different,” Hinata mumbled, as Sasuke flicked out the lamp. All the camera could pick up was the sheen of Hinata’s indigo hair, moonlight reflected off her beautiful mane. “Usually you sleep with me after…” She paused. “... well, after you’re finished with Hima. And Sarada. And sometimes Sakura, but that’s usually before you come over here. And Naruko. And me.” Hinata giggled.

“I see.”

“Mmm hmm.” Hinata rolled over, the white of her eyes visible in the dark. “It’s nice to know that there’s more to you then… well…” Her gaze drifted downward in a way that would have been suggestive if it wasn’t Hinata.

Sasuke chuckled. “Don’t expect this every night,” he muttered pointedly, wrapping a hand around her waist and pulling her close. “You’re too damn sexy for me to keep my hands off of you for too long — come tomorrow morning, you’d better have scurried out of bed or else you won’t see the outside of this bedroom until night.”

Her blush was visible despite the absence of light.

“I’ve a-always want to ask you…” she whispered. “Y-you… y-you really find me attractive?”

“What?”

Hinata gulped; it was audible, even to Naruto watching everything hours and hours later.

“I always thought… I always thought that the r-reason you… s-slept with me… was because you wanted to g-get back at… Naruto. In a way, I guess. S-sleeping with his wife and all.”

Sasuke chuckled.

“Maybe at first,” he said. “I wanted to do Naruto a favor — after all, he liked the idea of me sleeping with you; he asked me to do it. Two-thirds of it was doing a service to my friend… one third of it was… well… it’s kind of petty, but Naruto and I always had that rivalry.” Naruto could hear the smirk in Sasuke’s voice. “And what says ‘victory’ like fucking your rival’s wife? I guess it doesn’t count as much since he asked for it, but oh well.”

Hinata giggled.

“But after a while… I don’t know.” Sasuke paused. “You’re kind. Kinder than you have any right to be. I’ve fucked you in so many ways — I’ve humiliate your husband time and time again. I’ve humiliated you. I’ve made you beg for my cock and my cum; I’ve tied a chastity belt around your waist for a month and made you stew in your arousal. I… well, I’m an asshole to you; a lot. And you’re still nice to me.”

“S-”

“I fucked your daughter,” Sasuke murmured. “I impregnated her. I impregnated you. You watched your husband turn into a woman to get fucked by me. I fucked the girl — my daughter — that you think of as a niece.” He paused for a long moment. “And you’re still nice to me. You-”

“I love you.”

There was a solemn moment of silence.

“I s-still love Naruto!” Hinata said quickly. “B-but I- I love you, too. M-maybe you’re s-second in my heart, S-Sasuke-kun. Naruto will always be above you in my heart, even if you o-own my body. But I love you either way.”

She swallowed.

“Maybe you’re cruel to my husband, but that’s because you know he likes it; you’d stop if you thought it was hurting him. M-my daughter… she made her choices, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy laying down beside her while you t-take us one after the other. S-Sarada… she’s a sweet girl, but we both know we had to include her in our twisted little f-family; and she enjoys it; it’s for the better in the end. And as for Naruko?” She was silent for a second. “A small part of me… prefers when Naruko is around instead of my h-husband… and I know that’s horrible to say!”

“Is it?” Sasuke said, but did not elaborate.

Hinata hung her head. “It’s a lot easier when it’s Naruko instead of Naruto,” she admitted. “It’s simple; she gets to sleep with you, I get to sleep with you, we’re both happy. We share you; you become our lover. We can both love you. There’s no shame or guilt, nothing to interfere with our love… I sleep on your right and she sleeps on your left. I service you in the morning, she services you at night. We both have your children, we raise them as our own, we… we can be happy. All I’ve ever wanted is for us to be happy.”

Sasuke smiled.

“There’s a part of me; a cruel, arrogant part that enjoys Naruto being the one to watch me do all those things to you, Hinata,” Sasuke said. “But I enjoy it with Naruko, too. And… sometimes I prefer it with her instead of Naruto, too.” He paused.

Honestly, he wasn’t sure what else to say.

And Hinata’s lips were sealed tight; she looked almost petrified. So much had spilled forth, things that she had kept sealed away in her mind… she was still happy to cuddle against him, but he doubted that she would say another word.

“Good night, Hinata,” he said, pulling her tight.

The camera faded to black — but that was Sasuke closing his eyes. There was a few seconds of darkness…

___

Naruto stared at the computer screen.

“I love you.”

“A small part of me… prefers when Naruko is around instead of my h-husband… and I know that’s horrible to say!”

“We can both love you!”

Sasuke’s editing wasn’t perfect, but he didn’t have to wait that long. Moments later, the camera turned back on — or rather, Sasuke opened his eyes.

___

It was morning.

Sasuke quite distinctly remembered going to sleep on his side; now he was on his back. Hinata was still in bed — he could feel her head snuggled against his chest.

He wasn’t the type to ‘roll over’ in bed. Why was he on his back instead of his side?

Well, the answer to that was obvious.

The Uchiha threw back the sheets and stared directly into Naruko’s shining blue eyes, her lips sealed taut around the girth of his shaft. She grinned cheekily.

With a lewd pop, Naruko let go of Sasuke’s cock.

“Morning!” she said.

“Good morning,” Sasuke murmured. “How was the couch?”

“Lumpy and old; why couldn’t I sleep up here with you?” She was like a hurt puppy — batting her eyes at him, lips wobbling. If her chin wasn’t smeared with precum and if she wasn’t busy fingering her greedy pussy, it was a look that might have worked.

Sasuke smirked. “Because this is me and Hinata’s bedroom,” he said. “Naruto gets to sleep on that couch-” He pointed at the one in the corner; Naruto’s sleeping accomodations for years and years. “Naruko, on the other hand, gets the one downstairs.”

“But why?”

He shrugged. “Sometimes the two of us like our alone time,” Sasuke said. “And they do say absence makes the heart grow fonder.”

Or, in Naruko’s case, her entire body grow fonder — she was practically on fire with arousal. If it was physically possible, steam would be pouring from her orifices.

“Fuck you,” Naruko said. Then, she took his cock back into her mouth and began to suck away, bobbing her head back and forth. Oh, she was so happy — it was strange to Naruto, watching from his apartment in Kumogakure, to see himself (in a way) giving Sasuke a blowjob.

And kind of hot, too. Because the ‘sexy jutsu’ had its use against perverts, but really, a buxom blonde like Naruko was really, really hot and to see her in such a state would make any man aroused.

Sasuke reached a hand down, rubbing Naruko’s head fondly.

Like a pet.

Which she was, honestly.

He should get her a collar.

It was different when Naruto turned into Naruko — but this particular version of her was…

… what, exactly?

A breeding mare.

A whore.

She was to stick around for ten months to do two things: carry Sasuke’s child, and serve as a hole for him to fuck.

Any emotional connection only came because she was a clone of Naruto-turned-into-Naruko.

Oh, and Sasuke did love the idea of having Naruko around. As a pet; because what man wouldn’t want an unfathomably sexy blonde to sit around on a leash, ready to be molded into whatever position he wanted to fuck her in that day?

It was a pity she still had Naruto’s rebellious spirit.

For now.

He’d break her in sooner or later.

Hinata and Himawari, Sarada and Sakura… they hadn’t seen the worst of what Sasuke had to offer, after all. He’d always shown some kind of restraint — some kind of line to draw in the sand, to pull back before ‘Naruto’s wife’ or ‘Naruto’s daughter’ turned into cum slut number one or number two, as funny as that might sound. Their lives revolved around his cock, but it wasn’t all they were. They were still Hinata and Himawari and Sarada.

He had different plans for Naruko, though.

“Where’s Himawari?” Sasuke asked.

Naruko hummed something that was incoherent, considering she had far too much cock in her throat to answer correctly.

In response, Sasuke slapped her on the cheek; then, he grabbed her by the pigtail and threw her back. She sputtered and spat out precum and salvia, shot him a glare… then answered his question.

“She’s making breakfast!” Naruko said.

“You let a pregnant woman make breakfast all alone? Especially with how much her feet have been hurting lately?” Sasuke said, his voice almost a growl.

“I’m pregnant too!” Naruko insisted.

Cock lust was a really bad thing, and it seemed this clone had gotten quite the whiff of it. There was no chance in hell that the true Naruto-turned-Naruko would have let Himawari stay downstairs all by herself… but this clone was different, that was for sure.

Just another reason to break her.

“Go help your fucking daughter,” Sasuke hissed. He rubbed his forehead, and silently reflected to wean this version of Naruko off of his cum at least a little. At least until he broke her thoroughly.

Naruko tiptoed out of the room, clearly downcast.

Okay, maybe Sasuke felt a little bad. It wasn’t as if he had been all that fair to her — not every woman could handle being his cum slut as well as someone like Hinata, who could juggle being a whore (for him alone), a wife, and a mother all at the same time.

He’d still have to break her though… if only to make sure there wasn’t two Narutos running around to wreak havoc on the world. One was enough… though even that could be a little much at times.

A few moments later, Hinata finally began to stir. She squirmed, mumbling something under her breath, lips pressed together.

When she opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was Sasuke.

The second thing she saw was the endless white expanse of her pillow, as Sasuke seized her head and forced it into the sheets. “Eep!” She let out an adorable squeak-like noise, one that quickly translated into a moan as Sasuke jerked down her pajama pants and panties in one motion.

“Good morning,” Sasuke murmured.

“S-Sasuke-kun,” Hinata mumbled, voice muffled into the pillow. She shuddered as cool air brushed against her rapidly wettening folds.

“I told you that this would happen, Hinata,” he said. “What was it? ‘Scurry out of bed or you won’t see the outside of this room until tonight’? Those were my exact words, more or less.” He smirked. “Maybe I won’t keep you here that long, but still.”

Naruto quickly realized something… immediately different about living from Sasuke’s point of view.

Hinata was so much more-

Sexy?

Attractive?

Enticing...

Hinata’s words still rang true in Naruto’s head — she loved Sasuke. Sure, she had made it clear that he was second to Naruto in terms of her heart… but was that any consolation when Naruto wasn’t even in the running for control of her body?

And that was the kicker.

Hinata loved him; she liked having him around.

But she yearned for Sasuke.

Every pore of her body cried out for him to claim her. He could count the number of genuine moans he had elicited from Hinata on two hands. On the other hand, Sasuke could get one just from the sheer anticipation that filled her when she was disrobed by him...

That kind of stark contrast nibbled at Naruto’s psyche.

Watching Hinata be so much of a whore seemed completely different from Sasuke’s point of view. Maybe; maybe, some part of Naruto had thought that Hinata… might have… maybe… maybe there was a slight chance that it was just a facade. That she was just ‘playing’ a cum starved whore in order to fire up Naruto’s cuckold fetish.

Clearly, that wasn’t the case.

She liked being a whore.

For Sasuke.

No other man could make her act like this; no other man could handle her so roughly, shove her head into the sheets and jerk down her panties, and yet having her sopping wet at the thought of having his long, hard cock spear her in half.

To put it simply:

Naruto owned fifty-five percent of Hinata’s heart. Sasuke owned forty-five percent.

Yet, Sasuke owned everything about her body. Her breasts; her pussy. And now, her womb. The only time Naruto got to touch her was at Sasuke’s discretion — and no amount of effort from the blonde could unlatch the hold Sasuke had over her.

She was Sasuke’s whore. And, maybe she was Naruto’s wife, but even that seemed to be fading away. She could sleep with Sasuke in the same bed without throwing herself at him; she could cook for him, she could love him. She could bear his children. She could do everything she had for Naruto and more, and he could do everything that Naruto had done… but better.

It was like…

He was right for her.

And the only reason Hinata had settled for Naruto in the first place was because she hadn’t known what Sasuke could offer.

Which wasn’t true, of course. Hinata did love Naruto for who he was: Hokage, a loving father, one of the most powerful men alive, and also a beta cuckold. But that couldn’t change what conclusion the blonde Hokage came to, as he watched his wife mewl on all fours before Sasuke.

Sasuke smacked his still hard cock against one of Hinata’s plump ass cheeks. Silently, he admitted that Naruko had done him one favor — lubing him up, and more importantly, getting him nice and erect for what was to come.

The lube was nice, but it wasn’t as if it mattered as much anymore. Hinata’s walls had long since molded to the shape of his cock, and the only thing lube did was speed up the process of her body accepting his invasion.

“Fuck…” he groaned.

There was always something to this moment. The instant before he began to fuck a woman. Whether it was with Sakura or Hinata, Himawari or Sarada or Naruko… he always enjoyed it.

That feeling of power.

Of dominance.

Knowing that these beautiful women were wrapped around his finger.

Begging for his cock. His cum. His essence, splattered across their faces, caked inside of their wombs, swirling in their belly after a load was dutifully swallowed.

A feeling would always well in his gut.

Because, let’s face it, Sasuke was an arrogant man. He loved the power he wielded — whether it was the power of his sharingan or the power of his cock. If he really wanted to, he probably could have two-thirds of the village’s women subservient to him. He could conquer the village, broken pussy after broken pussy left in his wake. Who would stop him? Naruto, who slurped up his creampies and who was so eager to watch his wife defiled in front of him?

No, nothing could stop him.

He was an older man now, though. A father to one beautiful daughter, and soon to be the father to three more children on top of that. He had a wife; he had a life. He had much more to be concerned about with than conquering the village as his teenage self might have done.

… but that didn’t mean he didn’t like to think about the possibility.

Sasuke allowed himself a groan as he pressed the tip of his enormous cock against Hinata’s entrance. Oh, the wetness; the tightness. The perfect grip that her walls had around his member. Hinata was truly a delight to fuck — a goddess that he had claimed to the point of no return.

“Oh God,” Hinata whispered, fingers digging into the sheets.

He rested one hand on her hip, the other reaching down to spread open her pussy lips. She was so wet… so… wet. It still amazed him how quickly Hinata could get aroused.

And it was all the better.

With a harsh thrust, he sunk himself into her depths.

“Ahh.”

How quaint.

He really did love her pussy.

Back and forth, back and forth he thrusted. She mewled beneath him. Naruto watched every second of it — because everything about what was happening was radically different from when Naruto slept with his wife.

The size of the cock involved. Years of long pounding had driven Hinata’s body to the point where Naruto… couldn’t fuck her. He could barely feel the grip of her cunt around him anymore. The idea of her ‘stretching’ to accommodate him was laughable. Yet, Sasuke made her stretch. It was only on a good day that she could take every inch of him. The sight of her pussy clutching lewdly around Sasuke’s shaft was something Naruto had grown used to, as he often had his head right underneath there, eager to watch his wife be fucked. But it was a different experience from the point of view of the man doing it.

And then, there was the way Hinata reacted.

With Naruto, she might as well have a box of ‘you tried’ ribbons that she attached to his chest whenever he lasted more than a few minutes. He would thrust; she would smile sweetly. When he came, it was a few watery strands, often splattered across her belly because Sasuke expressly forbade him from cumming inside of her. She would pat his head, kiss him on the cheek… then roll over, spread her legs, and wait for Sasuke to return — after all the Uchiha often busied himself with Himawari or Sarada when Naruto and Hinata did their love making. Only Naruto would finish in a few minutes, and Hinata would have to wallow in her need and arousal until Sasuke was finished with the other girls… a task that could last for a long time.

On the other hand, with Sasuke, Hinata turned into a minx. She giggled; she laughed. She grinned from ear to ear. She bucked her hips back against him. She submitted herself to him, heart, body, mind and soul. Sasuke didn’t have to do much more than thrust his hips forward and occasionally give her ass a smack for Hinata to give in entirely. And there was only three ways for this to end, and none of them were with Hinata unsatisfied: a massive load splattered across her face, one swallowed with a few great gulps, or one injected directly into her womb.

And Naruto loved it.

He liked to experience what Sasuke saw.

It was funny, Naruto thought.

But he figured that it was a lot more fun to be the cuck than it was to be the bull.

Maybe it was just him; actually, it probably was just him. Anyone else would kill to be in Sasuke’s position. But not Naruto. He was happy to see how Sasuke went about these kinds of things — but he was happy with himself.

Sort of.

In a way.

“A small part of me… prefers when Naruko is around instead of my h-husband… and I know that’s horrible to say!”

A loud moan that tore from Hinata’s throat finally managed to shake Naruto from his stupor.

“Goood…!” she groaned, as Sasuke began to up his pace. The Uchiha was all too eager to fuck Hinata — he was grinning, at least, it was a ‘grin’ by Uchiha standards. Hinata was just too much fun for him to fuck, and the way she kept moaning and the way her inner walls kept clenching around his cock made him very enthusiastic to continue his assault on her.

He leaned forward, unbuttoning her pajama top with nimble fingers. Once that was taken care of, he flung it to the side; and, without a care in the world, he ripped her bra off.

Sasuke grasped her bountiful breasts, squeezing them and using them as leverage as he continued his relentless assault upon her body. Hinata had already fallen into an incoherent state, unable to do much aside from claw at the sheets and buck her hips back against him, or moan his name.

Buzz.

He had been expecting this — Sasuke wasn’t surprised when he picked his phone up off of the nightstand, glanced at the caller ID, and saw Sakura’s name flashing.

Thankfully, he wasn’t completely hopeless with technology. It only took him two tries to answer the call and put it on speaker; he set the phone down on the pillow beside his and Hinata’s connected hips.

“Morning!” Sakura’s chirpy voice rung true throughout the room.

“Good morning,” he grunted, giving Hinata’s ass cheek a stinging slap that echoed throughout the room. Her moans; the wet slaps of him thrusting into her. It would be impossible for Sakura to not hear them.

“Hmm. I seem to recall you telling me that you’d just be sleeping at Hinata’s for the night, not doing anything else…” Sakura said, though her tone was jestful.

Sasuke chuckled. “Well, it is morning now,” he said. “And you know how I get in the mornings.”

“Oh, trust me, I of all people know. Don’t forget I’m the one who has to give you a blowjob nearly every morning, with that big hard cock of yours all pent up with delicious cum…”

“And you know that I appreciate it,” Sasuke grunted.

“Damn right you do. You can’t ask just any woman to practically dislocate their jaw every morning for twenty years, y’know. How is Hinata by the way? Put her on the phone.”

“Say hello to Sakura, Hinata,” Sasuke said, picking up his phone and placing it near Hinata’s mouth.

“Cooooockkk…!” she borderline-screeched, because Sasuke had begun to grind his hips against her, her practically bruised G-spot subjected to another assault. With a whine Hinata came around his cock, every moan, every word, every groan put on display for Sakura to hear.

“Ohh.”” Sakura moaned. “Damn. You know how wet it makes me to hear you making her cum like that, Sasuke?”

“I’m aware of the phenomenon.”

He could picture the grin on her face. “Hurry home!” Sakura told him. “I’ll be waiting.”

The call ended with a soft ‘beep’. Sasuke smiled ever so slightly as he set his phone back down on the nightstand.

Hinata was already limp. Made he’d gone a little overboard, in order to extract that orgasm-stricken moan that he knew would arouse Sakura to the point where she would spend literal hours on their bed, waiting for him to come home.

Oh well. It wasn’t as if he needed to cum then and there.

With a friendly smack of her ass cheek, he pulled out. Hinata fell forward onto the bed, twitching slightly, but not doing anything else.

Sasuke yawned, easing himself off of the bed. He didn’t bother to put on any clothes when he stepped out of the master bedroom.

After all, this was practically his house. He’d wear what he wants in it, he’d do whatever he wanted to do in it. They might as well go ahead and put his name on the property deed.

He went down the stairs at a leisurely pace; breakfast was being cooked in the kitchen, as he very well knew. Sasuke was very happy to see what he wanted — Naruko bent over the stove, forced to cook while Himawari lounged in a chair, rubbing her swollen belly. It served the blonde right for thinking she could neglect her daughter just to get an early morning blowjob in.

“Sasuke!”

Of course, that plan backfired when a heavily pregnant Himawari stood and bounded up to him. She slammed against him, belly first, and Sasuke had to steer the two of them toward the couch — he fell onto it, and she straddled him. She was heavy, what with the baby and all, but he could handle it.

Sasuke rubbed Himawari’s stomach fondly. “How’s she been? Any problems?” he asked, trying (and failing) to banish the concern from his voice.

Himawari grinned. “Your- our baby is perfectly fine today. If only my ankles could say the same…”

“It’s not that much longer to go,” Sasuke murmured.

“I like being pregnant, though! Having everyone wait after you hand and foot isn’t so bad,” Himawari said. “Not to mention one of the only things that can get under your skin is feeling our baby kicking.”

“Nothing gets under my skin.”

“Oh! She’s kicking, Sasuke~!”

“She is?” he said hurriedly, putting a hand against her stomach.

A moment of silence, where there was decidedly no kicking.

Himawari smirked; it seemed that he’d rubbed off on her in more ways than one. “See what I mean?” she said.

He wasn’t sure how to respond in a way that salvaged his pride.

So, Sasuke decided to do what he did best.

Namely, he went after her plump, significantly enlarged breasts, kneading and squeezing them, making Himawari positively melt against him. One hand worked over her left breast — his tongue flicked against the nipple of her right breast. His other hand crept in between her legs, two fingers sliding into her damp slit.

She moaned against him. “S-Sasuke…” Himawari purred.

Then, the moment was promptly ruined.

“Hey!” Naruko’s voice called from the kitchen. “Why does she get that treatment when I’m given kitchen duty instead?”

Sasuke sighed.

“Wait here,” he said, picking Himawari up and gently setting her down on the couch.

He strode into the kitchen with purpose.

Naruko was still bent over the stove; he couldn’t help but notice her attire. A yellow apron draped over her curvy body, and nothing else on underneath. Her wondrous ass was put on display to him — and he could tell just how aroused she was, juices leaking down her thighs. Then again, if she closed her eyes and concentrated, Sasuke figured she likely could have heard Hinata’s senseless moans from upstairs. No wonder she was so needy. Maybe he should throw her a bone.

Too bad he wasn’t going to be gentle about doing so.

“What the fuck did you say?” he growled, sweeping up behind Naruko — he grasped her by the back of her head, shoving her to the side, away from the stove. Forcing her to bend over a counter, Sasuke marveled at how willing she was to submit.

The typical Naruko, the one that was truly Naruto, would never submit so easily. But this one — she was so eager to be a slut. To be a whore. Even more than Hinata, which was truly saying something.

“Sasuke~!” Naruko panted.

“Shut up,” he hissed.

He shoved her forward more roughly, using her head as leverage to keep her down. Her hands gripped the side of the counter — she wiggled her ass from side to side. Taunting little bitch.

Of course, she wasn’t so ‘taunting’ when he lined himself up with her puckered asshole, and thrust inside without warning.

“Fuuuck!”

Having a cock as massive as Sasuke’s abruptly shoved into her ass would have surprised anyone.

“Oh God!”

“Shut up!” He rammed himself inside of her, as hard as he could, to the point where a miniscule crack appeared on the surface of the counter. “I thought you wanted this?”

“I-I do!” Naruko breathed.

“Then shut the fuck up and take it,” he whispered, vehemence laced in his tone.

Like the slut she was, Sasuke fucked her ass raw. He was relentless — he showed not an ounce of mercy toward her. There was no stopping him; she was too weak. Not weak in the sense that she couldn’t fight him one on one, but weak in the sense that his cock well and truly sapped her of whatever strength she had. She didn’t want to fight back. No matter how rough he was, no matter how cruel, Naruko was more than eager to take what he could throw at her.

She loved it.

He spanked her ass cheeks as he pounded into her. The left cheek, then the right, in rhythm with his thrusts; it wasn’t long before red imprints of his hands were left on her tanned skin.

“You know,” Sasuke murmured, leaning forward.

He stopped. He stopped his assault, but that didn’t make it any easier to take — in order to lean forward to whisper in her ear, he had to sheath every inch of his cock in her ass. So many inches. She could hardly breath.

“Naruto’s watching this right now,” Sasuke continued. “The original Naruto. He’s seeing how much of a whore you’re being. The example you’re setting. How does that make you feel, Naruko?” He bucked his hips forward. “How does it make you feel to know that you yourself can gawk as you turn into a brainless whore?”

“I’m- I’m watching?” Naruko panted. “Hi- hi, me. You’d better… you’d better… oh goooood!” Sasuke continued to buck his hips forward. “You’d better keep a lid on that Kumo situation, me…” she murmured.

“Mhm. Anything else you’d like to tell him?” Sasuke asked.

Naruko grinned cheekily. “I love your cock,” she said. “Not you, me — I meant your cock, Sasuke.”

“Uh huh.”

He pulled out of her abruptly, and Naruko went wide eyed, slumping against the counter with her asshole gaping. The sheer ferocity of his thrusts had made it gape so, despite the short period he’d spent fucking her.

“Keep making breakfast,” Sasuke murmured, turning his back to her and walking back into the living room. He didn’t even glance back at her; he knew she would do as he said, which she did… and sure Naruko was pouting, saddened, and really horny, but still unable to bring herself to disobey one of Sasuke’s commands.

All the way over in Kumo, Naruto wondered just what Sasuke had in store for his female counterpart.

As Sasuke walked back to the living room, he noticed something. Apparently, he hadn’t even heard the front door open — because there Sarada, was.

Wet, nude and ready on the couch.

“I’m surprised,” Sasuke admitted, as he sat down on the sofa in the space between Himawari and Sarada. “I wasn’t expecting to see you until I went home.”

“What can I say, Papa?” Sarada said, grinning fiendishly. She wrapped a dainty hand around Sasuke’s massive cock, stroking it with glee. “You know how horny I can get, thinking about my Papa in the morning.”

He smirked. “Oh, I know.”

“Here,” Sarada breathed. “You look so big and swollen, Papa. I think you need me to… ease your ‘strain’.” With swiftness befitting of an Uchiha, Sarada found herself in between his legs, Sasuke’s enormous member hovering before her eyes; her sharingan was activated, capturing every inch of her Papa’s cock and forever storing it in her memory.

“Don’t think you’re going to forget me,” Himawari breathed. It took some time for her to get onto her knees — considering her swollen belly and all — but she managed.

“And me…!”

Hinata swept down beside Sarada, panting slightly, face red and flushed. She must have finally woke up, and came down the stairs just in time.

“Don’t count me out!”

Naruko fell down right beside Himawari.

Sasuke glared at the blonde; she grinned back at him. “Breakfast is done!” she insisted.

“Alright,” he said.

The Uchiha patriarch leaned back.

Naruto was treated to a view of what Sasuke got to experience on a daily basis — four beautiful women, all of them helplessly in love with him, and all of them willing to do anything for him.

At once, they went to work. Naruko worshipped Sasuke’s great balls, running the sac between her fingers and taking them into her mouth. Sarada worked over the bottom third of her Papa’s shaft, her tongue running along the edge of it. Himawari and Hinata — the daughter-mother duo — worked over the top two-thirds of his cock. They alternated between suckling at the mushroom head, two pairs of hands relentlessly stroking the rest of it.

And Sasuke leaned back, languishing in the pleasure that these girls were more than eager to give him.

Between the blowjob earlier from Naruko, the fuck session with HInata and then Naruko… well, Sasuke was rearing to go.

All it took was a slight nod of his head for them to know what was coming.

They leaned back.

Four pairs of heads put together. Four pairs of hands, grasping his enormous shaft and stroking him off, the girls mewling at the way his cock twitched in their hands.

With a grunt, Sasuke came.

A massive, sticky load splattered across their faces — as a team they steered his cock from side to side, ensuring that each of them got their fair share of cum. They all loved a good coating after all.

For a moment they rested. Simply enjoying the warm sensation of Sasuke’s jizz shining on their features.

But, they couldn’t just sit there forever.

“You three go eat; Naruko, bring me and Hinata our plates while you’re at it,” Sasuke ordered. He was still hard — Hinata gasped as he pulled her into his lap, not wasting in any time in sinking himself into her depths again.

“Why does she get to go first?” Naruko pouted.

“Because I said so. Bring us our food like I said, and maybe you can join in.”

He wasn’t going to let her join in; there was nothing like dangling that kind of offer in her face, then yanking it away that Sasuke truly enjoyed.

Hinata moaned incoherently, already growing used to that sensation of fullness. Himawari and Sarada had already gone to get their food — they would sit down on either side of where Hinata was mounted atop of Sasuke, eager to watch what had to be the greatest show on Earth as they ate.

Naruko pouted.

“I love you,” Hinata whispered once more, as he bottomed out inside of her. She was gazing into Sasuke’s eyes — Naruto, all the way in Kumogakure, almost felt as if she were looking at him as well. “I love you so much, Sasuke.”

“I know,” Sasuke said.

At last, the video came to an end — the last frame of it was frozen on screen: Hinata’s lips forming a tiny ‘O’ as she moaned.

___

Naruto stared at the screen.

As quick as he could, he pulled up the email Sasuke had sent the videos through, and typed a reply.

‘You are a fucking legend,’ it read. ‘When can I get more?’

Sasuke replied about twenty minutes later.

‘Just got home. I turned off the camera when I was with Hinata — that’s a moment I wanted to keep private between the two of us. There were some things Hinata moaned that I wouldn’t want anyone else to hear, no offense. We ate breakfast after that; I figured I didn’t want to keep Sakura waiting, so I went ahead and left them at the house when I was done eating. So, unfortunately, it might be a while before I can send you anything else.’

Naruto grinned.

‘Don’t worry about it man. That video alone’s gonna keep me satisfied all day. What have you got planned for me tomorrow?’

Naruto knew that Sasuke was smirking as he sent his reply.

‘I have an idea or two. Sakura’s calling me. Enjoy the video and I’ll talk to you later.’

The blonde watched as the little green icon beside Sasuke’s email went gray; he had signed off.

Naruto leaned back in his chair.

“Fuck,” he said, rubbing his forehead. He had came twice watching that video, and that was ignoring the fact that he’d spent two-thirds of it captivated to the point where he hadn’t been touching himself as he watched it.

He chuckled.

“... and I thought this trip was going to be a bad one,” Naruto murmured.

To be continued.
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