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Naruto's Fetish	By : BigE2955 Category: Naruto > General Views: 233324 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 8
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto in any way shape or form. This short story is purely for entertainment purposes, and I do not make any sort of money from doing this. Enjoy!

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Sarada was the clear winner of the poll I put at the end of the last chapter, so, this chapter will be dedicated to her. Think of it as an 'intermission' from the arc I started last chapter, since no one but Sasuke and Sarada will be featured in this one.

Enjoy!

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Intermission

She crawled into his lap, almost… purring with excitement.

“Come on, Papa,” Sarada whispered, a glint in her glasses. “Don’t you want me? Don’t you want to please me?”

Uchiha Sasuke chuckled.

“Didn’t I raise you to be patient?” he said, rubbing her head fondly. She pawed almost needily at his flaccid cock, but Sasuke had ample control of his body — if he didn’t want to get hard, he wouldn’t get hard. And thus, his horny daughter was left to paw at a length that refused to harden… though she was still astounded by just how big it was, even when soft.

“Apparently you didn’t raise me well enough,” Sarada teased, grinning from ear to ear. Juices marking her arousal slowly trailed down her thigh — a pleasant, familiar feeling, considering just how easy it was for Sasuke to get her horny. “But I don’t think you’re complaining about that… Pa~pa…”

“Perhaps not,” Sasuke murmured.

Sakura was out for the night — such a joy for Sarada! Her mother adored her ladies’ night with Ino, Hinata, and Tenten… and fortunately, she had no idea what her family got up to when she was gone.

Sarada nibbled eagerly at her father’s ear, rubbing her breasts back and forth against his bare chest. “I kind of wanted to do something… fun, Papa~!” she said.

“We can do that in a minute,” Sasuke told her. “I just wanted some time to relax, that’s all.”

His daughter giggled girlishly. “That’s not what I meant!” she said. “I, I meant-” Sarada paused for a second. “I kind of wanted to start a… collection.”

“A collection?”

She nodded.

Sasuke’s brow scrunched in slight frustration. “What do you mean by that?” he asked, tilting his head to the side curiously.

The bespectacled girl leaned forward, and whispered quietly into her father’s ear.

Before long, Sasuke’s look of bewilderment had changed to a smirk.

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Sarada’s smile was absolutely blinding.

“It’s perfect~!” she squealed, hugging the journal to her chest.

“I’m glad you like it,” Sasuke said, standing behind her. A thin sheen of sweat coated his skin; his cock was erect, dripping cum and her juices.

She set the journal down. On the front, it read- ‘My Collection’

With a flick of her finger, she went to the first page.

‘My First Time with Papa’

Of course, she and Sasuke had made love many times before… but for the purposes of the journal, it was her first time!

On the first page, there were ten pictures.

The first was simple. She’d written a caption underneath each image in cutesy pink ink. The picture was of Sarada, laid out on the bed, her legs spread nice and wide. Sasuke’s cock rested upon her belly, and it was breathtaking to see how big he was in comparison to her. There was a look of wonder in her eyes. The caption read: ‘Look at how big Papa is!’

The second was of Sarada again. She was on all fours, her tight and athletic rump jutted out toward the camera — swollen, dripping pussy lips on display. She was looking back toward the camera, biting her lip. The caption: ‘Papa taking a minute to inspect his property.’

The third, this time, was from Sarada’s perspective. She was looking up at Sasuke — he was looking down. In between was his massive cock; so big that it likely had left a shadow over her face! The camera was so close that even afterward Sarada could trace every vein… she could see how swollen it was… and hell, she even had an instinctual reaction — one that made her half-tempted to lick the picture itself, as if that could relieve her Papa. The caption: ‘Just me, getting a look at my Papa… up close and personal!’

The fourth?

Well, maybe it was best to get a look at the rest of the pictures… in real time.

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She was thrown upon the bed, landing with a thump that knocked the wind out of her lungs.

Sasuke was upon her in a second.

“There’s only room on the page for ten pictures…” he muttered darkly, taking in his daughter’s nude body — his cock was rock hard now, big and throbbing almost angrily. “... so we’d better make them count, no?”

Sarada nodded her head fervently — she was too horny for words almost.

Sasuke lifted up the camera. It was an older model, the kind where pictures instantly came out instead of being digitally stored. Which suited their intended purpose.

He put his cock on her belly, rubbing it back and forth for a moment, allowing his daughter to soak in the feeling of it throbbing against her skin.

Then, he leaned back — angled the camera… and snapped a picture.

Click.

Picture number one.

He took the picture from the camera, flapping it for a moment. When it appeared — he smirked. Oh, capturing that look on Sarada’s face… the maniacal, horny look she’d inherited from her mother… was something he was going to savor.

Sasuke leaned to the side, setting the picture down on her dresser, beside the to-be-opened journal she had bought beforehand.

“Alright,” he said. “Get on your hands and knees, Sarada. I want to… look you over,” Sasuke muttered darkly.

Still grinning eagerly, his daughter flipped over onto her belly. It took a moment for her to marshal herself onto all fours, but once she did… well, it was a wonderful sight.

What hot-blooded man wouldn’t enjoy the appearance of this beautiful woman putting every inch of herself on display for him?

His cock twitched, and the smirk Sasuke wore couldn’t have been snider.

He lifted the camera up once more.

Click.

Picture number two.

“Ooo, my turn!” Sarada cooed. She bounced up and off of the bed, hands open — Sasuke retrieved the picture he’d just taken (inspecting it with a smirk), before passing the camera off to his daughter.

Who then promptly fell onto her knees in front of him.

She rubbed her nose against the underside of that glorious cock, inhaling that overwhelmingly manly scent. God. The poor girl was already helplessly wet, but even Sasuke’s sheer smell only intensified that incredible arousal. She was so addicted to him… it wasn’t even funny.

Sasuke smirked down at her, and she cooed up at him, raising the camera up. Bending low, she found the absolutely most perfect angle — this picture, in her mind, had to be just right. She wanted to capture just how enormous her father’s cock was… the presence it had… the way it could intimidate even women who had spent years with it fucking all their holes.

Click.

Picture number three.

When it came out, Sarada looked at the photograph with mild distaste. Try as she might, there really was no way to recreate the presence of Sasuke’s member. It just wasn’t the same.

That didn’t mean she wouldn’t keep it as a memento… but she’d most certainly prefer the real deal whenever it was available.

She sighed in contentment.

Then yelped, as Sasuke bent low and scooped her up as… a father would his daughter.

He lifted her up high, spread her legs, then yanked her back down. Before she’d even begun to realize what was going on, Sasuke had begun to lower her down onto his erect cock… and finally, he entered her.

Predictably, Sarada let out a low moan, arms already wrapped around his neck. “Papa…” she whimpered, because even after all this time he simply stretched her out so damned much.

Sasuke chuckled. One of his hands gripped her plump ass tightly — the other had snatched the camera from her hands.

It took a moment for him to line up the shot properly. But, he managed.

Click.

Picture number four.

All it was was an image of his massive cock buried halfway inside of her… juices leaking down, slathering his shaft in arousal, her tight little cunt quivering around his swollen length. Oh, it was a miracle that she could take his enormity. And the picture captured that perfectly, because anyone would be astounded that Sarada could take an inch of his cock, let alone half of it.

Still holding Sarada against him, Sasuke walked with long, purposeful strides. Every footstep caused her to bounce, his cock throbbing angrily inside of her — she moaned like a bitch in heat, setting her head on his shoulder and tightening her grip around his neck.

He set her down on the bed, not having unsheathed himself for a second.

Then, he began to thrust.

There was no… sense of urgency. He wasn’t quick with his thrusts; he didn’t pound her like an animal unleashed.

Every thrust was long, measured. He ensured that every inch of her pussy was properly speared by his hard cock. He ensured that she felt every slight curve of his shaft, every pulse, every twitch. He’d draw back until hardly a millimeter was left inside of her… then slam himself back inside, all the way to the hilt, forcing his cock so deep into her that Sarada wouldn’t have been surprised if he was scraping against her womb.

He had a method to his madness.

Sasuke lifted up the camera; he captured Sarada’s face in the frame.

“Look at it,” he growled, borderline destroying her sense of self with every harsh thrust.

“At- at what…?” Sarada whimpered.

“The camera,” Sasuke said simply. Another thrust; another wet slap. Oh God — she couldn’t believe how deep he was. “Look. At. It.”

She did.

Sasuke thrust into her one last time, his length brushing against her G-spot… and finally, she reached completion.

Click.

Picture number five.

And this time, it was a forever captured image of something Sasuke adored… the look that Sarada adopted when she came around her Papa’s cock. Wide-eyed; crazed, almost. Absolutely blissful. And… his favorite part… her eyes. Her sharingan always activated when she came.

And he made sure to activate his as well.

The only two sets of sharingan still in existence locked gazes as she came around his cock. It was something that made him feel closer to his daughter than to anything else.

And now, that moment was captured forever.

He still continued to thrust into her… a brutal, never ending assault that had left women far stronger than his sweet daughter incapacitated.

“Papa~!” Her sharingan continued to stare into his. Sasuke still continued to pound her over sensitive cunt, walls clenched around his swollen length to the point where he had to pack an incredible amount of force into every thrust, to force her to take it.

“Come on, Sarada,” Sasuke hissed, still thrusting into her. “Don’t go limp on me, yet.”

“I- I won’t,” she whispered.

He set the camera down, and with both of his hands freed, Sasuke went to work. He grasped her perky breasts in his hands, squeezing them tightly; they were perky, taut… he continued to thrust, using her tits as leverage to enable himself to go even deeper.

“Well,” Sasuke began. “How about we make sure you won’t?”

The man pulled out of his daughter, easily picking her up. He laid himself down on the bed, hardened cock jutting upward like some sort of fleshy skyscraper… and just as easily, he arranged Sarada into quite the erotic position.

He lowered her down onto his member once more. And dragged her down, until every inch of his shaft was sheathed inside of her. Sarada’s back was to him — her plump, athletic ass pressed against his thighs. She was looking back at him, wide-eyed, almost scared. It was a rare day when Sasuke put them into a position where she had any control; it wasn’t that he was a control freak, but he was much more experienced than her, and for the most part the sex was ten times better when he had full reign to dominate her.

But, it seemed he was shaking things up a little.

Sasuke put his hands down.

“Ride me,” he ordered, grasping the camera and bringing it up.

Sarada gulped — so loudly that Sasuke could plainly hear it.

She grasped his legs; she raised herself up. And finally, she began to bounce up and down atop of him, Sasuke smirking as he watched his massive cock disappear into her hungry cunt, as he watched her plump ass smack against his thighs, as he watched his once innocent daughter give in to her lust.

He brought the camera up.

Click.

Picture number six.

What better sight for a man was there? There weren’t many he could think of.

He allowed her to ride him for a good five minutes, but it was clear that it was a lost cause. Her legs were weak, her strength sapped — she usually needed an hour of rest before she could ride him so soon after cumming so hard.

“Papa…” she groaned, falling forward, limp. He’d let her go until she couldn’t go anymore.

“It’s alright,” Sasuke said, grasping her hips and lifting her up and off of his cock. “You tried your best.” And he would reward that attempt.

He eased himself off of the bed, pulling her down as well; with glee he bent over her over the mattress. Sasuke rested his cock atop her plump ass, his thighs pressed against her cheeks. He groaned, supple flesh of his daughter feeling so good to him.

Sasuke grasped the camera once more.

Click.

Picture number seven.

Perhaps it was somewhat similar to picture number two, but to Sasuke, it told a story. Of how submissive she was. At how easy it was for him to bend her over like to, and leave her body open to anything he wanted to do to her.

He reached two fingers down, spreading open her ass cheeks and revealing her anus.

Click.

Picture number eight.

The hole he had claimed so many times. The ass that he’d fucked so thoroughly that she had walked bowlegged for a week afterward. He had came in her ass, came on it, done so many things to it. Really, to him, it seemed only fit that it got a place in the journal she would hold dear.

He flipped her back over… he laid her on her back.

Sasuke jammed his cock back inside of her.

And he began to thrust.

It wasn’t slow, it wasn’t measured. It was hard, fast, near bone breaking.

He wanted to well and truly fuck her for this final act; those last two pictures that he knew she wanted to be perfect.

Sasuke snarled as he bottomed out inside of her, again and again. He grasped her breasts, inhaling the scent of sweat and of sex, of his daughter’s natural scent that was just a tad removed from what her mother smelled like in the same scenario.

“Moan for me,” he growled.

“Pa- papa~!” Sarada squealed, as his massive cock made her feel alive. Her toes tingle; all she could see was stars… and him. Looming above her, one purple eye and one red eye. So beautiful. Her Papa. Her God.

“Where do you want me to cum?” Sasuke hissed. “I know where you want it, but I want to hear you say it!”

“In- inside… pl- please!” she whimpered. “Oh God, Papa; I want to feel you cum inside of me.”

“I know you do,” he muttered. “You love your daddy’s cum, don’t you?”

“I love you…”

With a vicious thrust, Sasuke bottomed out inside of her. Yet again she came, and like the raving whore she was, Sarada lost all control. Her arms and legs twitched, her eyes bugged out — she let out a guttural sound that only served to make Sasuke thrust harder and faster, in order to counteract the way she was clenching around him.

He grit his teeth. He fucked her. He fucked his daughter. The sin, the filth, the absolute depravity of the situation was not lost on him. He’d fucked Sakura — he had filled her womb to the brim with hot cum, and nine months later Sarada had popped out. And now, bordering on two decades later, he was doing the same to Sarada. Maybe not the exact same… but he’d never taken that option off of the table to be fair.

Would the cycle repeat again? Who knew.

All he knew…

… was that he was about to creampie his daughter. And he was going to fucking enjoy it.

“Please. Please. Please~!” she chanted.

And he gave it to her.

There was no…

Pussy footing around.

He wasn’t looking to make it ‘pretty’ for the camera; he had no intention of that. All he knew was that he was shoving his cock as far into Sarada as it would go, and cumming deep inside of her. In her womb. In her soul. Hot cum, pumped straight into every fabric of her being.

She twitched, and twisted.

And what more was there to say?

She was… completed, by his cum.

Which was a pity.

Because it would leak out and she would lose that sense of fullness… and she would have that itch, which would lead to him once again filling her up, likely only a few hours later. An endless cycle. One that could only be ended by one thing — one thing that he’d done to Himawari, to Hinata, to Naruko, to Sakura. One thing that Sarada, for now, was the exception to.

Sasuke pulled out of her, smirking.

He grabbed the picture.

Click.

Picture number nine.

A picture of his daughter’s creampied cunt, cum positively pouring from it; it looked bruised and red from the hard pounding she’d suffered.

He leaned back.

Click.

Picture number ten.

Just… an image.

Of his daughter.

Lying on her back, head tilted to the side… her eyes drowsy. Her cunt pumped full of cum. Her skin shining with sweat; her hair wet and greasy. Her glasses fogged up. Her gaze still shining with the red sharingan.

It was beautiful.

Sasuke leaned back, and sighed. Now, it was time to put the journal’s first page together.

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Picture four. Sarada’s caption: ‘Look at how big Papa is! I can almost still feel him inside of me… so awesome~!’

Picture five. Sarada’s caption: ‘Me cumming for Papa.’ What else needed to be said?

Picture six. Sarada’s caption: ‘I know Papa loves my ass; he loves it almost as much as he loves Mama’s ass! I just wish he’d spank me more... ‘

Picture seven. Sarada’s caption: ‘See, I told you! He loves my ass! He loves me! Too bad he isn’t spanking me; hint, hint, Papa!’

Picture eight. Sarada’s caption: ‘Next time we fuck, you’d better spank my ass raw, Papa! I know you read these!’

Picture nine. Sarada’s caption: ‘So warm… so hot. I can still feel it inside of me as I write this. It’s amazing, the things you do to me, Papa.’

Picture ten.

‘I love you so much, Papa.’

Sarada smiled as she beamed up at Sasuke.

“It’s all I ever wanted it to be,” she whispered.

Sasuke smiled, gently ruffling his daughter’s hair.

“I’m glad you think so,” he said.

And that signals the end of this intermission.

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