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Triumph of the Uchiha	By : c0p13r Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 20555 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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The Rain
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            Would this gloomy downpour ever come to an end? Kurenai stared longingly out the window of her apartment. With the Fourth Great Shinobi War taking place miles away, she felt so alone, even with her newborn daughter napping in the cradle behind her. Her scarlet eyes fell on the puddles of the empty roads. This did not look like Konoha. It looked more like a dead Village without the lively bunch of young ninjas bustling through the streets. Kiba and Akamaru never cared what the weather had in store; rain or shine, they’d be outside and scouring for something to do. Shino could be found searching for insects that usually came out during this moist weather while Hinata just enjoyed the erratic pitter-patter of the raindrops. Now, those who she once viewed almost as her own children had gone off to fight a war they should never have been a part of. Thankfully, at least, her almost-nephew and his adorable group were not old enough to be sent to fight and possibly die.
            Kurenai sighed and swiftly turned away from the window. The feeling in her gut; a too-terribly familiar feeling made her want to forget. There was enough sorrow to be found in Konoha lately, and she did not want more terrible news of its honorable ninjas dying. Somehow, she would just have to preoccupy herself from the travesties going on in this world. If only Asuma were there… But he was not. He had been taken away far too soon and left only Shikamaru to watch over her and her child. But even he was not here now.
            From her baby’s room, she stalked the rooms of her apartment like a mournful wraith, stuck in this mortal plane with unfinished business. Her silk pink nightgown flowed delicately with each of her smooth steps. Without even realizing it, she had stepped into her kitchen. So well-kept with a bottle of her favorite wine sitting on the ledge above the sink. No alcohol, she mused with a slight quirk of her lips; not until her baby girl was weaned from the breast.
            Thud!!
            She jumped at the sound of something crashing against a windowpane in the other room: her daughter’s room! Quicker than she had moved in the nine-months of pregnancy, she rushed to her baby to make sure that danger was not upon her. When she was at the doorframe, her frantic gaze went to the cradle to assure her that the infant was still soundly dozing. She exhaled heavily with relief upon laying eyes on the sleeping form.
            Attention then shifted to the window to see just what had clunked against it. “Kaw!” Kurenai was quite surprised to see the crow on the windowsill, its talons gripping the edge powerfully. Its head bobbed slightly, but it was strangely, if not eerily keeping focus on the mother on the other side of the glass. However, all too quickly, its head turned to the baby. “Kaw!” It flourished its wings madly and began to tap on the glass with its beak, as if trying to break through to get to the infant.
            Odd behavior or not, Kurenai did not want this wretched bird pestering the baby. And the vibe she got from its presence did not sit well with her. A simple use of a basic genjutsu would be enough to scare this bird halfway to the Sand Village. There was a flash that caught the bird’s attention, but even then, it did not lose its roost. Only after staring Kurenai directly in the eye did it finally and casually take wing, slowly flapping off into the rain until it was out of sight.
            Kurenai did not take the bird’s presence lightly. A normal crow would’ve probably fled upon her appearance; such a bright genjutsu would’ve had it flying off before it even realized its wings had spread. Her supple, red lips tightened slightly. For a while longer, she stood in the room and could not help wandering over to the crib to stare down at her precious child. Gingerly, she reached down to brush her fingertips against the short, fine hairs atop the girl’s head. Those beady eyes peeked open ever so slightly, and Kurenai could’ve sworn with pride that she was looking up at her mother before going back to slumber.
            After a while longer of gazing at Asuma’s legacy, Kurenai finally pulled away. It was getting late, and it would not do for her to stay up and mope during this gloomy day. As a single mother, sleep was a precious commodity that she should not pass up when the opportunity presented itself. She gave a slight yawn when she gave some thought to just how little sleep she had been allowed lately. Slipping her fingers through her bouncing hair, she made her way to her bedroom, just down the hall from her baby. The white door was eased open.
            Never in a hundred – if not a million – years did she expect to find none other than Uchiha Sasuke standing in the center of her room. Her eyes went wide, and she felt frozen in time as he stared at her, his eyes bearing an odd design. Was that the Sharingan? She’d never seen such a vibrant variation of it before.
            “Hello… Kurenai-sensei.” His mouth was curved at one side in an ironic smirk. At his side, his right hand hung loosely; the other hand had reached back to grasp the hilt of his wicked sword. It had already tasted blood this night, but its hunger had yet to be slaked.
            Kurenai slid a foot back. She was a high-ranked jounin, but there were factors that put her at a severe disadvantage when facing the rouge Uchiha. He had taken out Danzo and survived a head-on battle with the ruthless Raikage. Kurenai, on the other hand, had been out of practice for nine months and was hardly prepared for a life-or-death fight inside of her bedroom. Her baby was just down the hall, and if this fight escalated, she would be put at risk.
            The sword came out swiftly, and she instantly acted on impulse, setting a quick binding genjutsu on Sasuke. Before he could move, he found himself bound by roots slithering up through the floor beneath him. An easy enough genjutsu for him to handle, but this was an endeavor of Kurenai’s that was meant only to stall him. She bolted down the hall and stepped into her daughter’s room. For the second time, she found herself stunned by who was standing in front of her.
            Sarutobi Asuma stood at his baby girl’s side, gazing down at her with tears in his eyes. He turned away from her slowly to smile at Kurenai. “Kurenai… she’s beautiful,” he whispered.
            This was a truly unforgiveable act from Sasuke, to make her believe for a second that her beloved Asuma was there, able to see the beautiful gift they had made together. Fighting the urge to stare at his image a moment longer, she rushed to the cradle and took her daughter into her arms; Asuma made no attempts to stop her.
            Flee… Where would she go? Were there any ninja nearby or in the Village at all who could defend against Sasuke? She didn’t care. Right now, she just had to get out of the house. Why wasn’t he upon her yet? The genjutsu she had cast on him wasn’t strong enough to contain someone of his caliber for long. Itachi – who had been defeated by his younger brother – made short work of her genjutsu, and that was three years ago.
            The latches of her front door were switched open hastily. Still no sign of Sasuke. There was still a chance…
            When the door was opened, that chance became nonexistent. Sasuke had been waiting for her, his Eternal Mangekyou Sharingan piercing her eyes from behind his dripping, black bangs. Unlike his countenance in the bedroom, he was utterly stone-faced with murderous intent in his eyes. Was this really what had become of the little boy that had most girls swooning? Clumsily, she backed up when he invited himself in. Holding her silent daughter protectively to her chest, Kurenai seethed and tried to think of a way out of this.
            “Leave my daughter alone.” It came from her mouth involuntarily, the natural instinct of a protective mother. Her eyes hardened in determination, promising far worse of a fight if he so much as considered hurting her. She would willingly bow her head to his blade, so long as her child was left unharmed.
            Sasuke seemed almost entertained by her request. He eased forward, the door closing softly behind him. “Your daughter,” he mumbled with little amusement. His eyes gleamed. “She never left the room, Kurenai-sensei.”
            Puzzled by his statement, Kurenai looked at the bundle in her arms. “Kaw!” She gasped when she discovered that what she held was that wretched crow, a trademark technique of Itachi’s that Sasuke chose to inherit and employ. The bird looked directly at her, and at this close range, the pattern of the Sharingan could be seen in its eye. Before she could counter it, its influence changed the flow of her chakra and took hold of her senses.
            Far too quickly, she was under Sasuke’s limited control, though she still knew herself.
            “What… is this?” she wheezed. It felt like her entire body was locked in place, but had mobility. The crow burst into a flurry of soothing feathers that vanished before touching the floor. Both of her hands slowly fell to her sides, useless against Sasuke now.
            She was his, Sasuke knew; not of her own volition, though she wasn’t aware of that. She had fallen victim to his mesmerizing genjutsu. He had laid out a rather elaborate scheme to enter the house, but to just break in felt unworthy. It all started with the crow on the windowsill. Implemented with the powers of the revered Sharingan, it divided the power of the genjutsu between mother and child; Kurenai was too talented as a genjutsu-user to ignore a heavy dose of it all at once. However, when she caught the eye of her daughter, the rest of the illusion was passed to her with her being none the wiser. The images of Sasuke and Asuma were merely to lead her to the door to practically welcome the Uchiha into her domicile. And after receiving full contact with his illusionary prowess straight from his crow’s eye, she was completely subdued.
            Sasuke approached her confidently; she hardly even winced when he closed their space to an inch or two. His eyes strayed to her form, admiring how her gown clung to the engorged mounds of her chest before loosely clinging to the rest of her form down to her shins. They had always been large and supple, but after giving birth, they became swollen with milk.
            Still soft, Sasuke vaguely observed when he latched his left hand onto her right breast. He felt the padding of a nursing bra underneath the thin nightgown. She winced slightly when his fingers dug into the tender mound. Her daughter had already nursed recently – which was how she fell asleep – but when Sasuke began to grope her more thoroughly, Kurenai felt moisture at her nipple that soaked into the material of her bra. These were breasts that would feed his own child, Sasuke mused, his black-and-red eyes turning upward to meet her dazed ones. “Take me to your bedroom,” he ordered.
            Kurenai did not move for only a moment, and then turned about. She felt so strange; she was fully aware of herself, realizing each step she took. Sasuke was the enemy and was shadowing her approach to the bedroom. His intentions for her were very clear, but something deep within compelled her to obey willfully. Only at her sleeping child’s bedroom did she take pause. She looked back at Sasuke, and then carefully shut the door; she did not want the baby to wake up from… certain sounds.
            Giving the daughter of Asuma and Kurenai very little concern – even if she was the probable half-sister of his own child – Sasuke went back to following Team 8’s sensei to her room. Red; the curtains, rugs and bedspread were all the same color. Sasuke wasn’t very much surprised, but he was hardly interested in interior design. All that mattered to him was the bed – although it was absolutely necessary – and his partner: the beautiful Yuuhi Kurenai.
            “What are you doing here, Sasuke?” Kurenai whispered, facing away from him. Her eyes were trained on the bed.
            She heard a sound behind her that she was sure was a chuckle. With eyes glossed with sudden lust and red lips parted with a slight pant, she looked back at Sasuke. He continued to stare at her, pointedly refusing to answer for the moment. Then the zipper of his shirt came down slowly. As his chest and abdomen were slowly revealed, Kurenai felt short of breath. His top peeled away and plopped wetly on her floor. When he spoke, her eyes went to his, “To destroy Konoha. Kurenai, you should be able to understand this – if only a little – after Asuma was killed.”
            The mention of her late lover dealt less of a blow than she believed it would’ve. After sharing this bedroom only with him all these years, she thought she would’ve been more mournful of letting another share such intimacy with her. It was the Sharingan’s influence that numbed those feelings of sorrow so that desire reigned within her heart, desire for him. Her body ached for him as it hadn’t for so long. Even her light, breezy attire felt stifling; the thin straps of her nightdress were carefully slid over her shoulders. Sasuke regarded the pink silk as it fell about her feet in a smooth mess, and then his eyes slowly trekked up her long legs to appreciate the way her white panties clung to her form to offer little to the imagination. Her stomach had lost its tightness due to bearing a child, but there was hardly any real flab; she remained gorgeous. Her breasts, tucked and cradled by her maternal bra, were glorious globes that he could not wait to unveil and admire in their full, naked glory. Then he studied her face, pleased to see that she hadn’t lost the manipulation of his eyes’ illusion, and that it only made her beauty far more prominent. The woman of all the boys’ fantasies, and Sasuke would claim her as his own.
            He would not hesitate to have her. He stepped swiftly to her, hungry to know her. Breath was stolen from her lungs when he took her lips, so sure and demanding, so unlike Asuma’s surprisingly tender kisses. Sasuke let Kurenai know that he wanted her, and wanted her on the bed now. Rather than have her take lead, Sasuke slipped away from her and practically threw her on her queen-size bed. Breathless and flushed, she crawled back, lust-filled eyes stuck on his sleek form as he stalked forward. His weapon was shed before anything else, set atop her dresser drawer.
            He stopped at the edge of the bed, giving Kurenai a pause of breath. Oh, the anticipation in her beautiful eyes; he could almost mistake her for the dolts who pined for him in his younger years, but she had more class, more poise. She… was so much more. Karin may have been his first target, but Yuuhi Kurenai would be the first woman.
            The purple twine acting as support for his trousers came undone and fell to the floor with a soft thump. After kicking off his sandals and shin guards, his pants were gradually descended, delicately pulled over his rigid organ. He heard Kurenai’s breath hitch when he proudly displayed his swollen member. It throbbed in metrical fashion, in time with his accelerated heart rate. Pre-cum had gathered at the tip, smeared across the smooth surface from the dropping pants.
            Kurenai exhaled shakily when his hand encircled the base and gave himself a slow stroke. “Sasuke,” she gasped out desperately. Heat circulated through the core of her groin. She’d not been intimate for so long, and now, with the unwavering persuasion of the Mangekyou Sharingan, that longing for a lover’s companionship came at her all at once; to be left yearning was becoming far too much for her to bear. “Please…”
            He smirked. To easily break such a skilled genjutsu jounin; that was the power of the Uchiha. Though as entertaining as it was to see her writhe with need and frustration, he would not deny his own desire for her. Few would not lust after Yuuhi Kurenai, and her talent with genjutsu was worthy enough to pass into the Uchiha clan.
            With the sleek agility of a cat, he crawled onto the mattress to join his target. His cock throbbed more eagerly as he neared her. Her legs parted to accommodate him as he brought himself over her, his eyes burning into her, feeding the wildfire of passion between them. A hand went to the back of his head to pull him down to crush their lips together. Hers were so supple and smooth, vaguely tasting of her cherry-flavored lip-gloss. Her tongue treaded across the line of his mouth, yearning for passage that he allowed. Ash and cherry flavors clashed as the slippery muscles mingled.
            He felt the heavenly-soft twin mounds flattening against his chest, but the restraint of a bra would not do. He ended the kiss abruptly to look down and watch his swift and powerful fist rip the cups away from her glorious chest. A sound of shock and embarrassment left her throat, but she made no effort to hide herself from him. She should not wish to hide this body, Sasuke thought as he observed her nipples: taut, dark-brown, a little moist from lactation. The right breast was cradled in Sasuke’s palm and bounced experimentally; such weight, even after feeding the child. He slid his thumb to the hardened summit of the tit, lightly petting the nipple or delicately tracing the areola. Biting her lower lip, Kurenai watched as he innocently played with her breast. Teasing was fine, but her body was begging for him to do more.
            Either he sensed her urgency and wanted to be merciful, or he could not hold back any longer himself; whatever the case, he finally dipped his head down to caress the brown circle with the tip of his tongue before encasing it entirely with his hot mouth. She immediately responded by arching her back with a grateful whine, her fingers entwining in his raven locks, still a bit saturated from the downpour. Her nipple was still tender from her newborn’s recent feeding, so Sasuke’s swirling tongue tickled delightfully.
            He suckled firmly, but at a slow rhythm. Eventually, as his tongue slathered the nipple, he detected the sweet taste of her breast milk. He nursed on the supplied treat, drinking it down as it filled his mouth. Hungrily, he supped up the infant’s leftovers until the engorged ducts ran dry. Even then, he continued to toy with the tit, nibbling and sucking to draw more moans from Team 8’s sensei. He pulled at the taut peak, stretching the globe until its weight fell from the suction of his orifice with a loud pop. Kurenai whimpered at the feeling and was treated to similar conduct for her other breast. Again, he drained the surplus of mother’s milk while groping the abandoned mound, massaging it and tweaking the nipple.
            When he finally rose from her bosom, exhaling while wiping the back of his forearm across his lips, he locked eyes with her. Without taking his sights from her beautiful face, his right hand reached down to her underwear to fiercely tear it down to her knees; it was left up to her to bring her left leg up and out of her panties. Her thighs spread for him as he settled in. He took his eyes away only to inspect her readiness for him. That wickedly cool smirk returned when he set his hand against the cleft of her sex, testing her arousal with his petting digits. Her breath shook, barely able to utter his name pleadingly. The dark hair had been neatly managed, which he found somewhat surprising; with her lover gone, it must’ve actually just been her own preference to keep her pubic hair cut.
            “You want me… Kurenai-sensei.” He spoke it as a matter of fact, finding all the proof he needed clinging to his fingers when he brought his hand away from her vagina to surround his cock. Kurenai only nodded and awaited their union impatiently.
            He pierced her fully with one, easy thrust guided by his fist. Kurenai moaned noisily as she wrapped around his impaling shaft. He held his control to make the insertion nice and slow, relishing the feeling of her slick entrance enveloping him with undulating walls. Gritting his teeth with a deep growl, he pushed in until he was bumping her cervix, which was still a bit tender after childbirth. The passage of a child had loosened her considerably – even after three weeks – but it did not take away the astounding sensation of burying himself up to the hilt within her. He grumbled something about how good she felt around him, but she could not pick up the precise words; not that it mattered what he said anyway while she was still intoxicated by the unparalleled powers of the Uchiha.
            His hips stayed motionless when tucked against hers, the dark hair of their pelvis mingling. Kurenai breathed in unreserved fashion, anticipating the pleasure that was promised to her. Her nipples tingled when he put a hand to her left breast to knead it. Again, he could not help marveling at how utterly soft it was, so shapely and full without sag or medical augmentation. He jostled the mound affectionately before kissing it, not on the nipple, but near the top, where his lips could reach without bending his neck too uncomfortably, and then he kissed her lips; she received him passionately, wordlessly declaring that she was his for the moment, the coveted sensei of Team 8.
            Their lips disconnected when Kurenai drew her face back, though their tongues remained extended towards one another until the linking spit broke into her mouth. She shivered under his stare, as cold as the arctic, though an inferno raged beyond the wall of ice, an inferno of rage, hatred, and passion. It would be frightening if she did not desire him so badly. She whimpered his name, so soft and delicate. “I need…”
            “This?” Sasuke finished for her with a sardonic smirk and a pronounced thrust that had her gasping and nodding. For all of his reserves, it was hard to resist her. Again, his lips mashed against hers, but this time, his body began to rock against her. Her breasts were squashed against his chest when he settled his weight upon her. The distinctive hardness of her nipples poked deliciously against him, but he would wait before tending to them again. For right now, he wished to feast on her mouth.
            Slow; his thrusts started slow, easing in and out of her quivering snatch so that she could remember what it was like to take a man inside of her. Her vagina covered his shaft in slickening juices that helped the smoothness of insertion. Soon, his tempo began to increase, and a variation of hip movement was employed. He rotated against her after fully embedding himself, grinding his crotch against her swollen, vulnerable clit. She hissed in response to the feeling, so much more delightful than those lonely nights when she would caress herself and try to remember how Asuma made her feel.
            She kept thinking of him, yet her desire stayed on the Uchiha now above her, pecking the side of her neck with kisses and nips that had her trembling. His hand greedily squeezed in between their bodies to go to her bosom, pinching and pulling as best as he could at her nipple. The pleasure was extraordinary; Kurenai could not remember the last time she felt so elated. Her painted fingernails went to Sasuke’s back and raked over his fair skin to leave red marks that he would proudly carry for a few days. The pain mixing with the pleasure of dominating her excited him, hurrying the pace of his otherwise kempt thrusts.
            “Ah! Sasuke!” Kurenai’s legs drew up and came around his waist. Her feet locked together at his taut backside, helping him to push deeper into her. She curled her hips to meet the viciousness of his thrusts and help their joined pleasure. She felt the passionate blaze in her loins swell every time he plunged into her, every time he twisted her nipple or bit on her neck.
            The headboard of her bed banged rhythmically against the wall, its frame creaking as Sasuke began to pound her more mercilessly into the mattress. It became a chore for her to match the passion of his brutal hips and soon just left it up to him to keep the pace, which he did very well. Her big toes stretched out involuntarily from the feeling of his shaft driving in and out of her like a piston. The sounds of pleasure he made underneath her quirking moans sounded like the deep growl of a roused beast against the side of her throat. The reverberating feeling made her shiver, particularly when she felt it more directly when his mouth clamped onto her collarbone.
            Skin broke between his clenching teeth, causing her to hiss in pain that was quickly overridden with the unrelenting pleasure of his thick cock digging into her. To help her forget about the wound he just inflicted on her and now licked leisurely, the hand massaging her breast crept down to toy with her clit. He caressed and pinched the small, receptive nub beneath her black hair. Once, he slid his middle finger down to wedge into her vagina, which created some discomfort to her until he reached in deep enough to stimulate her G-spot. She responded with sharp whimpers and whined until she implored him to stop; he obeyed, but only because he was nearing his peak and had to concentrate on holding it off for as long as possible.
            Unfortunately, with such a beauty underneath him, it was difficult. He was known for self-restraint, but when he picked himself up off of her as saw her gorgeous features in the throes of passion while her tits dithered in time with his thrusts, which were becoming more and more forceful. “I’m going to cum, Kurenai-sensei,” he informed her, doing well at masking his exhaustion and impending release with authority. He waited until her half-lidded, hypnotically-beautiful gaze was upon him. His smirk creased his face wickedly. “Where… do you want it?”
            What a thing to ask, but Kurenai – who usually left that up to Asuma – responded breathlessly. “Inside. Please, Sasuke-kun. Inside of me.”
            His mask faltered when she begged him while her walls clenched at him, ready to accept his discharge. The smirk came down in a strained snarl, his eyes screwing shut as he made several more desperate thrusts against her. Just a little longer, but he could not manage it. His control was lost with a sharp and heavy breath. The tension of his testicles unraveled and sprung forth to spread inside of Kurenai’s gripping snatch. Once again, chakra enhanced the flow of semen, though he found it unlikely that she would wind up pregnant. She had just given birth, after all, and was breastfeeding; her hormones had changed and made her less receptive to pregnancy.
            All the same, his semen flowed into her body, driven with his chakra. Whether or not she wound up pregnant did not matter to him; he would just show up at some other time to invite her as his bedfellow, again and again until she was with his child. Kurenai relished the feeling of his essence splashing into her uterus, warming her and setting her senses on alert like electricity. Her breathing sped up when the pleasure at the pit of her stomach threatened to explode.
            Sasuke grunted in time with the discharges, rocking his hips and thumbing her clitoris, the final efforts that brought her to a screaming end. All at once, he felt her explode around him, her orgasm announced with a cry of unrestrained ecstasy that rang in his ears and echoed through her home. The passage he had been working came tight around him and milked his shaft of every droplet of his seed. Sasuke’s whole body shuddered with the furiousness of her climax gripping at him. “Ack, Kurenai!” His nails left deep depressions in her hips from where he held her to keep their hips cemented. Their moans overlapped until, after he finished feeding her uterus his essence, he fell upon her, their sweat-slick bodies convulsing against each other as they tried to steady their breaths. Just once, Sasuke came up, hovered over her to stare deeply into her eyes with his Sharingan, and then kissed her deeply, exchanging saliva one more time before he slid down to lay his head on her soft breast.
            Kurenai rested a hand over her brow as she stared up at the ceiling. She was unsure of what she should be feeling at this moment. The sex had been great, yet, deep in her heart, with arousal’s fog receded to clarity, she knew Sasuke to be a villain. Why, then, had she felt it so necessary to lie with him in bed? Even now, she refused to throw him from her body and attempt to neutralize him.
            “Sasuke…” She would speak to him; perhaps that would alert her as to why she could not bring herself to harm him. Her arms tightened around him, but only to discover that he was missing! At once, she sat up. All trace of the Uchiha had been erased. And she was in her nightgown again, fully dressed underneath as well! She would’ve believed that it had been a dream had she not noticed that her panties were considerably moist with a white substance pouring from her snatch.
            Just what was happening?
            It was then that her ears picked up the sound of her wailing daughter. Before figuring out what had happened, she must tend to her child. Afterward, she would alert the remaining Anbu in the Village of what had happened.
            Uchiha Sasuke was in the Leaf!
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            Grunting, Sasuke fell against the side of the alleyway, clutching at his eyes. They hurt. The rain rushing over him was not helping as he tried to focus on the constantly rippling puddles. He had just recently had his brother’s eyes implanted and had spent several days recovering from the surgery. To use them so often at a time; it was risky and had severe drawbacks. The chakra-usage, as well, left him weak. Twice in less than two hours, he had spent a good portion of his chakra to sow his seed in two women, one of which might’ve been pointless in any case, but he still found it appropriate, since there was still that small chance that she would be impregnated.
            “Damn it,” he growled, his vision blurring from weakness. He was not used to using the Tsukuyomi as his brother was, but it was necessary to make a clean escape from the jounin. What seemed like a second to her was more than enough time for him to dress himself and her and head out to recover from their romp. She’d be confused, and maybe the fact that she was dressed might throw her off his trail and make her believe that she’d only dreamed their encounter, unlikely as that scenario was. No doubt he’d receive some pursuers, but he’d take care of them, one way or another…
            For now, he needed to recover.
            For now, he needed Karin…
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