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In the Manor	By : BigE2955 Category: Naruto > General Views: 26516 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto; I do not own any of the characters contained within Naruto. This is a purely non-profit work and is meant solely for entertainment.

Chapter List
- 1-Prologue
- 2-Hinata
- 1
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Warning: This story will feature dark themes; there will not be a traditional 'love' in this story, at least for the most part. The tag of 'dubcon' is not used lightly, and while there will be no outright rape in the story, there will be some circumstances that push the boundaries. You have been warned.

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A week passed, in relative quiet.

The after effects of the rebellion were still evident; Sasuke had spent most of those seven days looking over paperwork and receiving status reports from various spies he’d dispatched. So far, it looked as if all the villages had acceded to his demands.

For all intents and purposes, the new government of Kirigakure was doing just fine. Mei had chosen skilled subordinates, and from the information Sasuke had recieved, things had been transitioned smoothly. Kumogakure was as restless as ever, but not to the point where Sasuke felt the need to act. Sunagakure had gone dormant - it seemed the public was in favor of remaining at peace. As for Iwagakure… well, Onoki himself had apparently made a speech declaring a ‘new found friendship between our great village and Konoha’.

Things seemed to be going rather well, though Sasuke did not let down his guard. His power was still not absolute - there were still many things that could go wrong. But… for the first time in several days, he could devote his focus to his secondary goal: the eventual restoration of the Uchiha clan.

Five women; five choices.

He took a deep breath, standing up from his chair and gazing out the study’s window. “Now,” Sasuke murmured to himself. “is the time to act…”

Indeed it was.

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Hinata clenched her hands in her lap.

It was early, the sun just having risen above the horizon. She - like the rest of her clan - had always been an early riser; it was a matter of routine, instilled in her internal clock ever since she was young.

The blue haired woman took a deep breath. She hated being cooped up in this room, despite how spacious and simply luxurious it was. For all the grandeur and allufence the Hyuga claimed, the actual living accommodations inside of the compound weren’t as good as one might expected - she’d long since gotten used to spartan living conditions. But this, well, this was a different story: plush pillows and silk sheets, showers with half a dozen types of shampoo and conditioner and soap at her disposal, meals whenever she wanted and with no concern to be had about her ‘kunoichi’ diet… it was paradise. In a way.

Things wouldn't be that bad, but… she missed her sister. She missed her father, and to a certain extent, she missed her family as well - cold as they may be. The pain from Neji’s death still lingered in her heart, and though she may have her differences with the elders and the other members of the main family, she still loved them in her own way. She was home sick, to put it simply, regardless of how nice her room may have been.

She stared at herself in the mirror. There wasn’t that much to do, still confined to her room - she didn’t want to risk attempting to break out. Without much activity to keep herself entertained, she’d gone through the effort to… as Ino might have put it, ‘doll herself up’.

Her blue hair was brushed and combed, framing her face. She hadn’t worn her jacket since the dinner where Sasuke had announced his intentions with her; not thinking that she would have any company, she was dressed… casually. Hinata had donned a simple green, long-sleeved shirt, and a flowery skirt that fell to her knees. She looked nice - not that she would admit that to herself, fraught with insecurities and such that had only been exacerbated by her father and Naruto’s (unintentional) ignoring of her.

Time was ticking. Just when she decided to get up and do something - maybe reread one of the four books that had been left in her room - there was a click at the door.

The knob turned, and Hinata let out a squeak as it opened.

Uchiha Sasuke stepped into the room, closing the door behind him and locking it once more. He slipped the key into his pocket.

“Hello, Hinata,” Sasuke said.

“S-S-Sasuke-kun…” she whispered, taking a few steps back - she miscalculated, and ended up nearly tripping and falling back onto the bed. “W-what a-are you doing i-in my room?”

“I came to check on you.”

“R-r-really…” Even Hinata sounded disbelieving in that, and she tended to look for the best in people.

Sasuke chuckled. “Perhaps you’re a little more perceptive than I gave you credit for,” he said. “Or at least… not quite as naive as I would imagine. How are you, Hinata? Have your found your accomodations to your liking?”

She gulped - was this some kind of test?

“E-everything’s fine…” she mumbled, fiddling with her sleeves. “Y-you have a-a lovely home.”

“Hmm.” Sasuke took a few steps forward, running a hand through her rather small bookshelf. “I see you’ve made yourself comfortable here.” The books had been new ones, as he knew - now, they had clearly been read, and perhaps extensively at that. Again, she had more free time than she could ever need, and Hinata had always had a fondness for novels at that.

“M-m-more or less…”

“There’s no need to be nervous, Hinata.” Sasuke took yet another step closer - she, for the first time, looked at his eyes. One black and the other violet, seemingly staring into the very pit of her soul. “I feel that you hold… ill will toward me.”

“W-why would I d-do that?” she asked.

“It’s no secret of your feelings for Naruto,” Sasuke told her. “And… well, rumors have gone around ever since the end of the war - I’m sure you’ve assumed the worst has happened.”

Her hands tightened into a ball. “N-no.” She gulped. “N-not the worst. Naruto-kun… Naruto-kun isn’t dead - I know that.”

“You can sense him?”

“No… I-I just k-know that he isn’t dead.” Hinata said, with a strange lilt to her voice.

Sasuke allowed the barest hint of a smile to cross his lips. “You’re right.”

She stared at him, mouth agape.

“Naruto is alive - and well, all things considering. I’m afraid he won’t be rising up against me any time soon, but I haven’t harmed him in any long lasting way,” Sasuke informed her.

“H-h-he’s in Konoha…?”

A pause.

“Of course he is,” Sasuke said. “Where else would he be?”

Hinata squinted her eyes at him. “W-why… why a-are you telling m-me this, Sasuke-kun?” she asked softly, still unable to meet his gaze, yet unable to help the grin that was threatening to stretch her cheeks. To have her worries wiped away like that had put her in a much better mood than before.

“You’re going to be my wife,” Sasuke murmured. “And I do not wish to lie to my wives more than I’m forced to. Besides, I’m more interested in something else.”

“L-like what?”

“Convincing you to fulfill your obligations as my future wife,” he said. Another step forward - he was closer than she’d realized, and a slight whine escaped from her throat. “I came here to… offer you a deal.”

Hinata frowned. “A-a d-deal?”

“It’s simple,” Sasuke said. “I’ve never expected you to love me, Hinata. Neither do I expect you to even like me, whether as a friend or as a superior. You will be forced to rely on me for a number of things - and in turn, I am forced to rely on you and the other women in this house for one thing… to restore my clan.”

Her eyes widened at the implications. “D-d-do you mean-”

“When I said fulfill your obligations, I mean in a physical sense,” Sasuke clarified, taking yet another step closer. Her heart was in her throat - she could hear its steady beat in her ears. “It’s a simple deal, Hinata: you give me your body, and I’ll give you anything you could want. Do you want to see Naruto? Do you want to talk to him?” There was a slight smirk creasing his features. “Do you want to see… Hanabi?” Her eyes widened even further. “Do you wish to protect her… from me?”

“I-I-I-”

“You’re not left with many options, Hinata,” Sasuke said. “I could leave Hanabi locked up in that spacious room of hers for the rest of her life; I could let Naruto go decades without seeing another face. You’re a strong girl, and I know anything I do for you will be for nil - but I want to impress on you this.”

“S-S-Sa-”

Once again, he interrupted her. “Your actions are not going to cause me to punish Naruto or Hanabi,” Sasuke said. “If you choose not to do anything with me, I will not hurt them out of spite. But… if you want to see them, hear them, talk to them… if you want to make sure that they can live that much better under my rule… you know exactly what I want.”

“You’re… b-blackmailing me?”

“Blackmailing implies that I’m forcing you to do anything,” Sasuke said. “If you told me to leave right now, Hinata, I would. But you won’t - because telling me off means sentencing Naruto to a life of loneliness. It means making sure that Hanabi won’t see her sister anytime soon.”

Hinata’s breathing quickened.

Her chastity, her purity, her body… or her sister, the love of her life, their happiness and their security.

Sasuke knew exactly what dilemma he was putting her through. He knew exactly what his words did to her. He was playing her like a fiddle, and she knew that - but to even think about saying no left chills running down her spine.

But she couldn’t say yes either. So, she compromised.

“C-can I think about it?”

Sasuke had to stop himself from smirking in that unique way of his. “Of course,” he said, nodding his head. “You’ve got all the time in the world to think my offer over, Hinata,” Sasuke told her.

He didn’t say anything else - but the implication was clear; every second she spent thinking about it was a second Naruto spent alone, or a second Hanabi spent without her sister.

Her body or her sister. Her chastity for the opportunity to save the love of her life from the familiar horrors of loneliness.

Sasuke turned, slipping the key back from out of his pocket. “You will need to have decided by tomorrow,” Sasuke said. He opened the door, and without another glance in Hinata’s direction, closed it behind him. She heard a click to signify that it was locked.

Finally, she let out the whimper that she’d been holding in for at least a moment. ‘I have to… I have to… I have to sleep with him…’ she thought. ‘I have to! Or… or Hanabi and Naruto-kun, they’ll - oh… oh kami…’

She fell back onto her bed, chest heaving up and down.

There was no question.

For Naruto-kun, for Hanabi, for her own sanity in her desire to not remain locked up in this room… she would have to say yes.

---

She waited; and waited, and waited. Time seemed to pass by so slowly - she’d made her decision five minutes after Sasuke had left the room, yet Hinata was forced to wait a full day before she could inform him of her choice.

It was agonizing, to have to think over and over about what she would say. ‘I accept your offer, Sasuke-kun,’ seemed too simple. ‘You may have my body, Sasuke-kun,’ was- well, Hinata doubted she would be able to get those words out. ‘I will do it,’ seemed even simpler than the first one - but maybe simple was the way to go? She wasn’t sure.

Hinata gulped. There was this pit in her stomach - a great ball of lead that seemed to weigh her down. She went through the trouble of preparing herself for the inevitable: taking a long, hot shower, brushing her hair… she went about as far as she was prepared to go.

And so tempted was she to simply yank on her customary jacket and baggy sweat pants - but she knew that would not be acceptable. If Sasuke was indeed set on taking her in… that manner… then he would expect her to wear clothes that were a little more flattering.

She doubted that she could go far that far. Hinata wasn’t Ino - she couldn’t even bear the idea of wearing anything that brandished her cleavage or skin; and she wasn’t Sakura either, able to wear form-fitting garb without a care in the world. But she could compromise.

In the end, Hinata donned something… simple. A floral blue, button-down shirt; a black skirt that went down to her knee. It was nothing lecherous, sexy, provocative… but rather, innocent - the kind of thing you’d expect someone to wear to a friend’s gathering, not when she had every right to anticipate losing her chastity by the end of that very day.

Finally, Hinata elected to simply sit down and wait. She cracked open one of those well-read books, poring over the words once again - she hadn’t quite memorized the novels by now, but she didn’t even blink as she turned the pages, more focused on passing the time than absorbing any of the written material.

She didn’t want to think; she didn’t want to second guess herself, as she always did with things of little importance or of great importance. She just wanted… she just wanted to see her sister again. To talk to Naruto. To…

There was a knock at the door - accompanied by the sound of it being unlocked.

Hinata tensed, her entire body freezing up - she felt as if the room had suddenly plummeted to sub-zero temperatures, teeth chattering and skin turning so pale as to make her appear ghastly.

“C-c-come i-in!” she whispered, voice hoarse; it was doubtful that whoever was at the door even heard her.

The knob turned, and a… butler stepped in.

“Sasuke-sama has instructed me to do one of those things,” the butler said. “I am not informed as to what you are answering to - but, if your answer is no, you are to remain here; if your answer is yes, then you are to come with me.” He bowed his head, clasped his hands in front of him, and shifted his feet. “What is your answer, Hinata-sama?”

The woman in question was silent, for a long, long moment.

“Y-yes…” she said, gently pushing herself to her feet. “I-I a-a-accept.”

The butler nodded his head. “Very well,” he said, standing up straight. “If you will follow me, then, Hinata-sama…”

Her body seemed to have a mind of its own - even though her brain was still attempting to resist reality, her body had already come to realize the truth; with only a moment of hesitation, Hinata stepped forward, and followed the butler out of the room, leaving the door open behind them.

The manor was even more immaculate that she’d originally thought, but she took no time to examine it; her mind was on auto-pilot by this point. She hardly took in anything on the journey from her room (which was on the first floor of the three floor manor) to… wherever she was being lead. They went up one flight of stairs; then another.

And finally, they paused at a set of double doors.

“These doors are unlocked,” the butler informed her. “Sasuke-sama told me that you are to wait until I am out of sight to open them.”

“O-of c-course.”

The man offered her one last bow, before hurriedly making his way back the way they had came, disappearing down the stairs less than a minute later.

Hinata turned back to the door, a lump of stone in her throat; she reached forward, one hand grasping each knob - she twisted, and pulled, opening the doors.

Before she could react, before she could act, before she could do anything, a hand had seized her by the shoulder - she was jerked into the room, and there were two loud thumps behind her as the doors were jerked closed.

She caught sight of an ornate bedroom - spartan in a way, yet with plush sheets and wide, open windows. There was a door leading to a bathroom, a dresser, a massive bed that dominated the center of the room… yet, what truly made her step back was the color scheme. It was all dark colors - black and navy blue, forest green and a deep, crimson red.

Two arms wrapped around her waist. Hinata’s eyes widened; with an ‘eep’ escaping her lips, she was lifted up, and tossed unceremoniously onto the bed - she rolled over, but by then, he was already upon her.

Sasuke smirked down at her. “I’m glad we could come to an arrangement,” he said.

She stared at him, shocked beyond belief - and then it hit her. He was nude. She could make out well defined muscles and biceps that looked harder than steel; perhaps subconsciously, Hinata’s gaze drifted lower, lower, lower, until…

Her gaze quickly darted back up, her cheeks abloom - her lips opened as if she wanted to say something, but nothing would come out.

Sasuke gently cupped her cheek, tilting her head so that she stared directly into his mismatched eyes. One dark, the other violet. She couldn’t have looked away, even if she wanted to - transfixed she was, by those haunting eyes.

“You’re doing the right thing,” he assured her, his thumb gently caressing the corner of her plump lips. “Hanabi is right downstairs; the moment we’re done up here, Hinata… we can go and meet her. Alright?”

She nodded her head.

“Good,” Sasuke said.

And he descended, latching his lip onto the porcelain skin of her neck - his hands had already begun to unbutton her shirt. Her bra was soon visible, a plain blue one. It’s not flattering at all - but her cleavage is, and Sasuke drinks in the sight of her plump breasts.

She was rigid, and it took him some effort to shrug Hinata’s shirt off of her. Still, he managed after a moment. Hinata bit her lip, closing her eyes and looking away - Sasuke frowned at that.

‘It’ll take time,’ he thought, lifting her up slightly so that he could unhook her bra. ‘But you’ll come around eventually, Hinata.’

Her bra came off - luscious, plump, large breasts freed from their confinement. He tossed the bra to the side; and without hesitation, cupped her tits. Sasuke squeezed them gently, tweaking a nipple between thumb and pointer.

He hadn’t chosen Hinata on the merits of her breasts - but the fact that she was particularly well gifted in that department certainly didn’t hurt.

Hinata’s lip wobbled as he gave her nipple a soft twist; it suddenly occurred to him that a girl like her, with breasts like these, probably was pretty sensitive when it came to her ample bosom. That was something to file away - he would need every little bit he could utilize in order to whittle her, and the rest of them, down to the point he needed them to be.

He weaned away from assaulting her luscious breasts after a moment, though. They were lovely - but they were not the main attraction of the night… a part of it, perhaps. Sasuke wasn’t intent on just her breasts being his property: he aimed much, much higher - for a woman like Hinata, who could gain him so much influence in the Hyuga clan and that was not mentioning her genetic viability, she could offer him so, so much. He just had to take her it - or rather, take her. He had to imprint himself on this woman, bone deep, to the point she would rather die than swear against him.

It would take time - a lot of time, a lot of effort… manipulation… genuine affection, perhaps, a many nights of long pounding until she streamed tears of joy as she clenched around him. But he would do it. They had nothing but time, after all - he controlled her life, and if she would have to spend the next dozen years on her back to get to that point, he would make her.

“Hinata,” Sasuke said. “What do you think is about to happen?”

She swallowed. “Y-you’re…” Another harsh swallow - her face was so red as to almost be on fire, and he could see the sweat rolling down her cheeks. “G-going t-to… take me…” It was hardly above a whisper, but Sasuke had always been an attentive listener.

“That’s right, I am,” he murmured. “I’m going to enjoy it a lot, Hinata, and I want you to know that.” Once again he was cupping her breasts, caressing and moulding them as a baker would dough. “I don’t want you to think that I’m doing this out of some obligation,” he whispered to her. “I want to have sex with you, Hinata; I want to be inside of you.” For a moment, he leaned down, gently suckling at one of her rosy nipples. “And more importantly,” he continued. “You’re going to feel the same way sooner or later.”

Her lip wobbled slightly -- she did not say anything; she couldn’t say anything in response to that. And so, instead, she turned her head, pursed her lips together, and prayed for him to go ahead and get it over with.

Which is exactly what he did. He retracted his hands from her breasts… and instead, slid them beneath her skirt; soon he was dragging her panties down those long, long legs, before he flung them to the side without an ounce of hesitation.

And he did not even bother to do away with her skirt; somehow, leaving it on seemed to make the experience more… raw. So innocent, to see that conservative skirt bunched up around her waist, every bit of her that was important already well and exposed despite her choice of clothing’s best effort.

Her slit was… beautiful, to say the least. A bit of indigo hair, a little tuft - but for the most part, her pink folds were revealed to all… luscious, untamed, innocent. He was marking territory no man had ever touched let alone seen; that kind of feeling, that kind of power gave him a high he hadn’t felt in a long while…

Sasuke brushed against it with a thumb, and that little shudder she made was something to behold; the best part -- she was already wet. Had it been his caresses? Was she teeming with anticipation as he was? Or perhaps, she was so overwhelmed by the sensations that her body was simply unable to react any other way.

He didn’t really care.

People revered the idea of taking a virgin - but it could be a slow process; Sasuke did not want her memory of her first time with him to be a bad one. He couldn’t afford for her to be hurting, and so, he took things… slow. Agonizingly slow, but thankfully he’d had a decent bit of practice at that as of late.

He pressed the tips of two fingers against her slit; her folds resisted, but he pushed and he pushed, until they gave way and his two digits entered her. So tight, so wet, so warm -- that little gasp she made only caused Sasuke to harden even more.

“Is- is that y-your…”

“No,” Sasuke said. “I’m using my fingers first - to loosen you up a little, to make sure you’re not completely unprepared for this.”

She shivered; his fingers stung a little, and those were well… fingers. Hinata didn’t want to think about what his member would feel like. Now, as he pushed them in and out of her, she could feel that they were his fingers -- the ridges, the angles he could make into her with them, twisting and turning them, his thumb gently circling her clit yet not teasing it quite yet.

“You’re tighter than I would have figured,” he commented, still pumping his digits in and out of her slit - the scent of arousal filled the room now… Hinata could smell it, and when she put two and two together to figure out what it was, her face turned not red, not crimson, but vermillion.

Hinata couldn’t help herself -- she had always been a curious person by her very nature, and even in that moment, with her in such a compromising situation, she just couldn’t help herself. “Is… is that a-a g-good t-thing?” she whispered, in response to his statement.

“Is you being tight a good thing?” he repeated, as if to confirm what she had said. Her lips pressed together, and she gave him a soft nod. “It’s a double edged sword, I suppose,” Sasuke murmured -- he had never been one to tell anything less than the truth. “You being tight makes things for enjoyable for me, and to a certain extent you as well; but you being tight also makes things more difficult as well. It’s harder for me to get inside of you -- it even might hurt if I’m a little too rough. Luckily, I have no intention of hurting you.”

“Y-you d-don’t?”

Sasuke chuckled. “You’re to be my wife, Hinata,” he murmured. “Why would I want to hurt you?”

She didn’t know how to respond to that -- so she didn’t.

Her sheer wetness was encouraging; nothing could give away how a woman’s body felt like their arousal -- and there was plenty of it. It would be a long, long time before he acquired her heart, if he acquired her heart; but all it would take was a few months and a little elbow grease for her body to be undeniably his.

It took a short while, but eventually, he deemed her to be… ready. It would still be a tight fit, but he knew that prepping her up any further would require the advent of toys; toys he would not resort to using, because for her first time, the only thing he wanted to be inside of her was him. Toys could come later…

He grasped his member, giving it a few strokes; as much as he kept up that facade of stoicism on the outside, his cock gave him away. He was hard, so fucking hard… Hinata sprawled in front of him, her breasts heaving, her pretty little slit dribbling arousal… it was a sight unlike any other.

Sasuke pressed his tip against her entrance; she hissed and held her breath. He wasn’t anything unreasonably massive - but he was certainly a respectable size; and considering she was a virgin, he was perhaps a little more than she could handle. He would have to be careful.

He pushed the mushroom head of his member inside of her; and fuck, that feeling of tightness… to a man who’d only dabbled with whores before, it was a feeling unlike any other. So wet. So… hot. The way she clenched just around the tip of his member was truly something to behold.

God - he was going to enjoy this far more than he anticipated.

“Does it hurt?” he murmured.

“A-a little,” Hinata confessed, her face reddening even further… if that was possible.

“Hmm.” He sounded disinterested - and as if to reinforce that, he lifted a hand up, cupped her breast, and gently teased her nipple. “It might hurt for a brief moment,” Sasuke told her. “But you’ll have to persevere.”

He fed the first inch of his cock into her - and while Sasuke was not massive when it came to length, his girth was something to behold; Hinata would be hard pressed to wrap her fingers all the way around his shaft. And she felt it… every centimeter, every inch.

“S-Sasuke-kun…” Hinata whimpered, closing her eyes. “It’s- it’s…”

She let out a gasp as he slipped a second inch inside of her. “You’re too tense,” he chastised, giving her nipple yet another tease. “Relax; I’m not going to hurt you.”

“I-it hurts…!” she whined.

“And what else?”

Hinata bit her lip. There was pain, yes - but… but there was pleasure too. When he teased her nipple, when he throbbed inside of her, when he eased himself into her slit… there was pleasure.

“As I said - it will only hurt for a brief moment,” Sasuke said. “You’ll have to get used to me before it stops altogether, and there’s no telling how long that’ll take.”

He eased that third inch inside of her without waiting for a response. And fuck, was he enjoying himself - that tightness just couldn’t be matched. It was a pity that it had to hurt for her before she felt as good as he did in that moment; soon, though, she would be like putty in his hands. It was only a matter of time.

“Careful,” he mumbled to himself.

Gently, he began to ease himself out of her - and then he thrust back in, just a little. A itty bit at a time, but with Sasuke’s girth an ‘itty bit’ was an awful lot to poor Hinata, who merely had to bite her lip and bear whatever pain there was. There still was that little smidge of pleasure - but pain didn’t go away that easily; it would be a few sessions with her on her back and him working his cock in and out of her before it would entirely subside.

He got another inch inside of her - four in total, or a little over half of his cock; but… he wasn’t sure if she could take any more. At least, not now, not until he’d had more time to properly attune her insides to the contours of his member.

Sasuke could confess - it had been a while since the last time he’d had sex. And Hinata was possibly the tightest, hottest, wettest pussy he had ever had the pleasure of burying himself inside - even with just a little over half of his cock inside of her the feeling was beyond anything he’d felt before.

Fuck. The whores from Orochimaru’s hideouts had become accustomed to Sasuke’s stamina, but it seemed rust and a virgin’s cunt had worn him down. Thank God she didn’t know that ten minutes was not the apex of how long he could go -- to her it had probably been an eternity.

He still had a fight left in him, though, and he kept it going for a few minutes longer. Gently pumping in and out of her, those four inches enough to make her whimper and moan, the pain still flickering through her loins. He caressed her breasts, gently squeezing and tweaking her nipples - really, they were very sensitive, and that was something he would have to take advantage of. He’d run his thumb gently around her clit, mostly teasing it but sometimes nudging it and making her let out a breathy moan.

A few more minutes of this was all he needed; it was her first time after all. There would be no elaborate positions - he wasn’t going to pound a freshly deflowered virgin into submission or anything like that. He would take it slow… steady. Sasuke had plenty of time to work with Hinata, and there was no need to ration it - at least, that was the way he saw it.

Still, there was one thing he didn’t want to do.

Approximately twelve minutes in, Sasuke was ready to cum; but when he did, he did not do it inside. He pulled out, and with a rasping grunt, fired his seed - he’d aimed for her belly, but the unfortunate obstacle of her skirt resulted in much of his cum staining that instead. Still, some of it hit its original target.

Sasuke rubbed his forehead. He wasn’t in the least bit out of a breath - but he was red and flushed nonetheless… a good bout of sex after so long could make anyone like that. Hinata hadn’t been that responsive but her sheer tightness made up for it; soon, however, he’d have to teach her how to give back some of that pleasure in return. Handjobs, blowjobs, being able to move and aid him as he thrusted into her… those were things they’d have to work on.

He sighed, easing himself off of the bed, leaving Hinata panting and groaning on the bed. Her little slit still stung a little - though with the retreat of Sasuke’s member, it didn’t hurt quite as much. A smell clung to her nose, masculine and pungent… his seed stained her dress and a small patch of her stomach. It was sticky, gooey even…

The Uchiha pulled a crimson bathrobe on, tying it around his waist. “Get in the shower,” he told Hinata, pointing at a door at the edge of the bedroom.

“W-what?” she stammered.

“I said get in the shower,” Sasuke repeated. “I will go downstairs and fetch Hanabi -- a maid will bring up a fresh change of clothes for you. Don’t take too long.”

After that, he was gone; though he paused at the door to his bedroom, just long enough to make sure Hinata got up and stumbled into the shower.

He took the stairs down two at a time - there was a maid in the first hall on the floor below them. Sasuke walked up to her; “Listen,” he said, and she gave him her undivided attention immediately. “I will need you to go to Hyuga Hinata’s room, and grab her a fresh change of clothes - then, go up and deposit it in my room. Got it?”

“Of course, Sasuke-sama,” the maid said, bowing her head. And she rushed off.

Hanabi’s room was nearby, near exactly below where Sasuke’s bedroom was a floor above. He signaled a butler down, and had the man unlock the door - when he opened it up, there she was, kicking her feet on the bed and staring out the window in boredom.

“Finally!” Hanabi cried, throwing herself to her feet and hurrying to the door. “Can I finally come out of this stupid room?”

“For a little while,” Sasuke said. “Your sister has… convinced me to allow you to see her; so get ready and we can head up to meet her.”

“Wait, really?” Hanabi chirped. “How did nee-chan get you to do that?”

“She has her way,” Sasuke said. “Now get ready.”

“I am ready!” Hanabi cried. “Let’s go!”

‘She’ll still be in the shower,’ Sasuke dimly thought. There was no doubt about that - he hadn’t been downstairs more than five minutes. Still, Hanabi was persistent and he wasn’t about to linger in her room for no particular reason; so, they made their way back up the stairs, and into Sasuke’s room.

The shower was still running, as Sasuke had predicted. Hanabi sat down on the bed where not half an hour before Hinata’s virginity had been taken by the man standing right in front of her.

“You two may have your privacy,” Sasuke said. “I’ll be right downstairs.”

He went downstairs - he was intent on giving them their privacy… but, he was close enough to intervene if anything went awry. Best to remain on the safe side, especially considering that Hinata very well might have been in a volatile state considering the loss of her virginity.

Hanabi waited and waited, until finally, the shower turned off. Another minute passed - and then Hinata came out, damp clothes clinging to her body… the maid had brought her change of wear right into the bathroom when she’d been showering, petrifying the poor girl. Still, she looked no worse for wear - a good shower had wiped away all evidence that Sasuke had been inside of her, or had touched her at all.

That didn’t remove the circumstantial evidence, though.

“What were you doing in Uchiha-sama’s shower, nee-chan?” Hanabi asked.

Hinata paused for a moment - then, she flushed. “W-what a-are you insinuating, Hanabi?” she said.

Hanabi shrugged. “I dunno; I just thought it was weird that you were in his shower, that’s all.”

Another pause. “Uh… the shower in my room broke,” Hinata said rather weakly. “So I had to come up here and ask him if I could use his…”

The younger of the two stared at her. Then; “Okay,” Hanabi said, shrugging once more. “Makes sense.”

They stared at each other for a moment longer.

Then, Hanabi leapt off of the bed, and Hinata leapt toward Hanabi - they met in the middle, arms wrapping each other, the two sisters sharing a hug that said a thousand words and then some.

“I missed you so much, Hanabi,” Hinata whispered.

“I missed you too, nee-chan.”

Hinata felt tears prickle at the corners of her eyes; this, this had to be worth it. Her chastity, her virginity, her body - all for a chance to see her dear sister again. And really… really, it was worth it. With her arms wrapped around Hanabi, her sister’s warmth spreading through her body, whatever after effects Sasuke had left on her seemed to vanish.

“What do you want to talk about, nee-chan?’ Hanabi asked.

“We can talk about… w-whatever,” Hinata murmured. She blinked. “LIke… books...?”

“What kind of books did you have in your room, nee-chan?”

And they began to talk. Just like old times, as if they were back in the Hyuga compound and not in the Uchiha manor, as if they were simply heiress and princess, and not betrothed to the last of the Uchiha.

It was… nice.

Of course, that niceness only came about from Hinata’s relatively quick submission. It remained to be seen how he would treat the other girls when he went after them...

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