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Naruto's Fetish	By : BigE2955 Category: Naruto > General Views: 233374 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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A/N:
Well, this is chapter twenty five.
I can't say much, lest I spoil things. Let's just say that this is a big one and get onto it.
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His eyes were a little heavy, and he had to resist the urge to yawn.
“Aww… are you a little tired, Sasuke?”
Her sweet voice, like nectar. Her soft fingers trailing through his sweaty hair.
Sasuke rested his head against her pregnant belly. Their child was growing inside of her; it was his third kid thus far, yet at the same time, he still felt that same rush of exhilaration. The Uchiha clan was being reborn before his very eyes.
Hinata smiled sweetly.
She could recognize that look on his face—her lover was deep in thought.
But what was he thinking about?
Well, it couldn’t hurt to ask.
“What are you thinking about, sweetie?” she asked, soft tones washing over him like water across a sandy beach.
He was silent a moment, his face still thoughtful.
Then he began to speak.
“First you. Then the little slave.”
Sasuke placed a hand on her belly, rubbing it.
“Then Sarada and Sakura. I know I knocked up Himawari once already—yet I feel as if she’s being a little left out. Do you get what I’m saying?”
“I think I do,” said Hinata. “Are you implying that you want to knock my daughter up, Sasuke? Again?” She smiled, perhaps a little too strongly.
“Knock her up is a way to put it,” Sasuke murmured. “I was leaning toward the ‘fuck her like a whore and breed her’ scenario.”
Hinata giggled.
Ah, she remembered when she’d gotten pregnant with Boruto and Himawari.
It had been a chaste affair; her and Naruto sharing a brief coupling, ending with the blonde cumming after a short minute or two. It was a miracle, really, that she’d gotten pregnant at all.
Now here she was, pregnant with another man’s baby. Discussing having her and Naruto’s daughter be impregnated by the same man—again.
To think about how naive she’d been back then, unable to comprehend the realities of the world. Not realizing how satisfied she was with Naruto, no matter how much she loved him. Not realizing how much a nice, fat cock could do to make her whole.
“Do it, then,” Hinata said, still stroking Sasuke’s hair. “I’d love to have another grandbaby. Besides, you’re struggling enough with four pregnant bitches to take care of; imagine how full your hands are going to be with five.” She grinned fiendishly.
Sasuke reconsidered for a moment—just a moment.
Between Sarada, Sakura, Hinata and the slave Naruko, Sasuke did spend most of his day buried balls deep in pussy. There was no rest for the well endowed Uchiha.
“I think I’ll manage,” Sasuke said.
Something else occurred to him. Something that might be worth looking into.
‘We’ll see,’ he thought. ‘We shall see.’
It was certainly a possibility. Perhaps it was a next step that their little family needed to take if it were to grow, to flourish.
Sasuke settled closer to Hinata, his cheek still resting against her pregnant belly. She kept stroking his hair, almost lovingly.
His gaze was fixated on a spot nearby; a door, actually.
The door to Naruko’s little pen… the real Naruko that is.
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Himawari purred. She was curled up on his bed like a cat, a loving look in her eyes.
“Are you sure-”
“No,” Sasuke said, tone firm.
The young Uzumaki pouted. “But I want dick!” she said.
“You’ll get some cock.” Sasuke gave her an almost fatherly look. “But you have to wait.”
All of the girls—well only Himawari, and on occasion, the real Naruko—used a special form of birth control, specially concocted just for his little harem. It was very effective, yet when they stopped taking it, the next few days would leave them especially susceptible to impregnation.
Not that that mattered much. All of his girls could attest to that: one hot load filling their womb to the brim was more than enough to leave a girl pregnant a dozen times over.
She hadn’t taken it when she usually did, just a few hours before. Not enough time for the effects to wear off—and why waste a load? Sasuke was set on abstaining from sex until Himawari was nice and fertile.
Until then… well, he just had to wait.
Sasuke had a little something else up his sleeve too, but, well… that was a surprise.
For now, he had some things to attend to.
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Naruto was hard at work. Trying to do three day’s work in just one day was quite the task, after all—Sasuke had persuaded him into taking the weekend off, but all that meant was that he had to stay late that night in particular before he could go home and enjoy his time off.
He sighed, hanging his head over his laptop.
There was a ding from his computer.
‘You have a new message from: Sasuke.’
Good thing no one else was in the office.
Naruto clicked ‘open’ and the first thing that popped up on his screen was quite the sight. Namely, his wife’s plump lips wrapped around Sasuke’s deliciously fat cock.
'You have a new message from: Sasuke.'
Another image popped up. Now, it was an image of Hinata liberally deepthroating Sasuke. Nose pressed against his crotch; eyes glazed over.
Naruto swallowed. Needless to say, these pictures weren't exactly helping him get any work done; quite the opposite in fact.
'You have a new message from: Sasuke.'
The picture popped up; Naruto could tell it was a while later. Hinata's lips looked swollen, precum and saliva dribbling down her chin. Hanging in front of was the trademark of all the pictures and videos that Sasuke sent him: namely, Sasuke’s gargantuan cock.
‘You have a new message from: Sasuke.’
And a few seconds later, another image appeared. It was an image of Hinata’s angelic face… totally coated with a certain Uchiha’s cum. Every inch of surface area painted white. Only her moon-like eyes shone from beneath the mask.
Naruto swallowed. His pants were feeling uncomfortably tight.
‘You have a new message from: Sasuke.’
It was an image of Hinata, lazily running her tongue along the underside of Sasuke’s shaft, a look of adoration in her eyes.
This time, it was accompanied by any actual message.
“Hurry up and finish your work. Be prepared for a surprise when you get home.”
Naruto’s fingers hovered over the keyboard for a short while. His face was alight with curiosity, arousal, want. He wasn’t sure what to say in response.
He settled, eventually, with this:
“Okay.”
Funnily enough, once the blonde turned back to his work, he moved with a swiftness that had not been present before. Sasuke had always been able to bring out the best of him—though, obviously, the methods had changed over time.
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Sasuke’s heart thudded against his ribcage. He wasn’t sure what to think about tonight—it was going to be an exciting one, that was for sure.
He’d studied for what seemed like months. Utilizing his kekkei genkai to the maximum extent. Locking himself inside of Tsukiyomi… only a minute would pass in real time, but within the dream, he’d spend seventy-two hours poring over scrolls, books. Practicing. Practicing. Practicing.
Now, he was confident that he had it down. He was a genius after all.
The Uchiha cracked his knuckles. He flexed his biceps; he stretched his legs.
It was night, late night to be exact. He was alone in his bathroom, utterly naked, his nude body reflected in the mirror. Since he’d made the decision to impregnate Himawari, Sasuke hadn’t fucked any of his girls. His only sex act had been the blowjob with Hinata, and even that was more for her than it had been for him.
Naruto had messaged him a few hours earlier. He was staying later than they had planned, even with the encouragement he’d given him earlier. Though it was for good reason. The blonde told him that if he put in just a few more hours work, he could get a whole extra day off. He’d be home the next day, likely in the late morning hours.
Sasuke smirked at himself in the mirror.
Good. He had plans for the blonde, for better or for worse.
He flicked off the light in the bathroom as he stepped back into his gorgeous bedroom. For once, no woman waited for him on his bed, ready for cock. Naruko was not in her pen, ready to be used. All the girls were sound asleep in their rooms… for now.
When morning came, Himawari would be ready. Her birth control would have expired by then. God knows how horny, how ready she would be.
By that point, Sasuke wasn’t sure how pent-up he would be.
All he knew was one thing and one thing alone: by dusk the next day, Uzumaki Himawari would be impregnated for a second time.
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Himawari was an early riser.
That was a sentence nobody in their right mind would ever utter. On no planet did she get up early—quite the contrary, in fact. She slept in even later than her father did on some days.
Yet today seemed to be an exception, and for good reason.
It wasn’t even bright outside yet. There were glimpses of orange and pink on the horizon, but that was about it. Regardless, Himawari was still up.
She wasn’t dressed; instead, she was naked, utterly naked. Her son, Neji, was fast asleep still, though he’d woken her once or twice in the night, he ought to stay asleep for a decent while longer. Long enough for her to do what needed to be done.
Sasuke would be expecting her, yes, but this early? No, not a chance in hell. She would get the jump on him, that much was for sure.
Through the house she went. The whole place was so new, so fresh, so elegantly designed that the floorboards didn’t come close to creaking. She could stomp through the house and it was likely no one would hear her.
Travelling to Sasuke’s room was like travelling up a path to a castle. The hallway just before it was the most gorgeous, most well crafted, most intimidating of them all. It was long too, and Himawari had plenty of time to contemplate her near future.
Then she was just in front of his door.
What felt like a solid ball of lead had settled in her throat. Already, her knees were a little weak, a little wobbly. Dimly, she could recall what had happened the last time she’d been impregnated. Would she be up to the task this time around?
Gently, she opened the door.
There he was, asleep on the bed. Though he was soft, she could see his bulge beneath the blankets, so big and delicious—God, she couldn’t help herself.
Himawari swept forward, stopping just before the mattress. Then-
She was ambushed.
The lights flicked on; blinded by the sudden influx of light, Himawari was unable to do anything as a pair of arms seized her around the midsection and threw her onto the bed. She crashed right into ‘Sasuke’ on the bed, who burst into a cloud of smoke from the impact.
Himawari rolled over onto her back, blinking, vision bleary.
When it cleared, her heart leapt into her throat.
What appeared to be two dozen Sasukes encircled the bed. Cutting off every conceivable point of escape. All of them, every last one, were hard. Two dozen massive cocks throbbing, twitching, each and every one of them wanting to be buried inside of her tight cunt, her plump ass, her sweet mouth.
“Good morning, Himawari,” the Sasuke in the middle said, presumably the original. “You really thought that I wouldn’t feel you coming?”
She couldn’t move; she was frozen, paralyzed. She wasn’t sure whether it was with fear, or with anticipation. Probably a little of both.
Words failed her, at least for the most part. She did manage to utter two words.
“Oh fuck.”
Then the horde of Sasukes descended upon her.
Himawari was swept up, she was taken, she was rearranged like a ragdoll. There was a brutal efficiency to the way the Sasukes acted—rather than vie for her holes, they all seemed to have organized who was doing what before hand.
As a result, within seconds, she was already in position. Squatting above a Sasuke whose cock was mere inches from her swollen entrance—a well hung Uchiha was behind her, already fingering her asshole. There were three in front of her, waving their cocks in her face. And the rest gathered around, groping her breasts, stroking their cocks, or otherwise busying themselves as they waited their turn.
She gasped, she tried to escape—not because she didn’t want this, but because it was all so sudden that her survival instincts kicked in. Yet there was no escaping from this.
After a moment, she stopped clawing to get out. Himawari settled into it, gazing about with those big blue eyes, her chest heaving as she took in just how much cock surrounded her.
“Are you ready?” asked one of the Sasukes, she wasn’t sure which.
She kept looking around, breathless. To call this a gangbang seemed to be doing what was about to happen to her a disservice. This was a mauling, a destruction.
“No one cum inside of her pussy. The pleasure of impregnating her is reserved for me and me alone—got it?”
There was a chorus of nods from the assorted Sasukes.
Himawari looked up. That one was the original, it had to be—he radiated authority, standing away from the bed, hands folded across his chest.
She gulped.
“I- I’m ready,” Himawari said, voice shaking. She was already dripping sweat just from the sheer anticipation.
“Alright then,” said the original Sasuke. He nodded slightly. “Go ahead.”
Within seconds, three fat cocks had speared inside of her. Her pussy was packed to the brim—her ass was stuffed full. And the one inside of her mouth was making her gag within milliseconds.
Needless to say, these Sasukes weren’t exactly the kind to show restraint. No, they were in it for a rough fuck, and that was exactly what she was about to get.
All three of them began to thrust in and out of her, with no rhythm or coordination. It was just a fuck fest, and she was being penetrated again and again from every conceivable angle.
Pleasure washed over her, so potent that she was already seeing stars. Each of her hands had already fastened around a cock each, stroking them hard and fast.
She’d never been gangbanged quote like this. Not that she had lost her edge—for every thrust into her hot core, her tight anus, her welcoming throat, Himawari made sure to give a receipt.
Her tongue ran along the shaft of the cock shoved in her mouth. She bucked her hips, forward for the dick in her pussy and backward for the one in her ass. And she made sure the cocks in her hands were gifted with the greatest handjobs of their lives.
She was a little minx, a tiny little figured sandwiched between a group of well hung Uchihas. If one were to watch from an outside perspective, there was no seeing her. All one could hear were her muffled moans, and the sounds of skin slapping against skin.
To say she lost track of time was an understatement. She wasn’t even sure what planet she was on, what dimension she’d traveled too—by the time of her first orgasm, she was already on autopilot. It was as if she were watching it from third person, the vicious fucking of her body.
There was nothing she could do to stop it. And this was only the first round.
Before long, the first row of Sasukes came. A load was shot down her throat; The Sasuke in her ass came with glee. The one who was balls deep in her pussy, albeit reluctantly, pulled out of her and instead chose to shoot his load across her tits.
Himawari was given four, maybe five seconds to recover. Then the second wave of Sasuke descended upon her, and she could barely suck in a breath before all three of her holes were plugged once again.
This time, they were even rougher than before, if that was possible. She was a literal human ping pong ball, being thrown back and forth, up and down, left to right, right to left. There was no break, no cessation to the endless pounding, not even for a second.
She’d came at least once or twice in the first wave. This time, however, her orgasms came fast and furious.
Himawari would scream and moan as she came, all her holes—throat, pussy and ass—tightening around the cocks stuffed inside of them. Yet that wouldn’t slow them down; if anything, it would spur them onward.
She was lost in a sea of cock, being fucked until all her holes were raw and pumped full of cum.
Again, the Sasuke whose cock was in her throat came in her belly. Her ass was filled with a second load of jizz. And the one in her pussy pulled out, shoving his cock down her throat and making her swallow a third load.
Once again, there was no rest period… the Sasukes were upon her again.
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By the time they were done, she was a shell of her former self.
Her face was coated in cum. Her belly contained at least a dozen loads—hell, her navel was slightly distended. Her asshole was gaping, oozing cum that spilled down her thighs. Her blue hair was sweaty, disheveled, strings of cum sticking to it.
Yet, as the original Sasuke had commanded, not a drop of cum had touched her pussy.
The rest of the Sasukes hadn’t dispelled—they continued to surround the bed. However, only the original Sasuke was on the bed now.
Himawari twitched, her eyes crossed. Her hand moved weakly, her legs jerked a bit, yet she seemed to have lost all conscious motor function.
Sasuke inhaled. He spread her legs nice and wide.
Watching Himawari get gangbanged for what seemed like forever had made him hard, harder than he’d been in ages. As he slid himself inside of Himawari, she felt that extra hardness—the girth, the length, the thickness. It made her mind spin.
“Oh God…” she whimpered, as he began to thrust into her. It wasn’t rough, it wasn’t gentle. Yet it was powerful, strong enough to make even his solidly built bed frame quake beneath his power.
Sasuke’s eyes were fiery as he slammed into her.
He’d thrust, hard, deep, bottoming out inside of her. Then he would still, just for a second, just long enough for Himawari to comprehend the feeling of having so much cock stuffed inside of her, as deep as it could possibly go.
Then he would pull out, until the very tip was left inside of her. And then he would sheath himself again—then he would repeat.
Considering how much she’d been forced to endure before… Himawari was amazed by the fact that she seemed to be getting more pleasure from this than anything.
Face to face with her man. Looking deep into his eyes as he pounded her.
She was defiled in every way imaginable, all her holes having been thoroughly used. Her belly was packed full of cum. Her face was coated in the same substance. Her ass had been fucked hard and then filled with at least a half dozen loads.
When Himawari had pictured the conception of her second child… she never would have expected this.
He was fierce, vicious, passionate.
She wasn’t sure how much time passed; hell, she didn’t care how much time passed. The journey was nice, and an extra orgasm or two was always pleasant, but really, what she and Sasuke were both focused on was the finale.
The curtains were nearly ready to be drawn.
Sasuke snarled as he bottomed out inside of Himawari, one last time.
When he came, her impregnation was ensured. So much of his seed was pumped into her all at once—thick, massive spurts that very well could seep directly into her fertile womb.
Himawari mewled as she filled up. She purred, batting her eyelashes, twisting and groaning. She could feel every twitch of his fat cock, every pulse, and her legs and hands spasmed with every spurt of cum inside of her.
His orgasm eventually had to settle.
When it did, neither of them moved. Both of them were panting.
Slowly, the Sasukes that surrounded the bed vanished in clouds of smoke. When they were all gone, he and Himawari were alone in the room.
His chest heaved up and down; his sweaty hair hung in his eyes.
Idly, Sasuke pressed his palm flat against Himawari’s stomach.
“What do you think?” he asked, voice quiet. “Boy—or girl?”
Himawari grinned from ear to ear; a strange look, considering her face was still utterly coated in his spunk.
“I think that you and I should go another round before we discuss gender,” she said, wiggling her hips, his cock still buried very deeply inside of her. “You know… just to make sure I’m really pregnant.”
Sasuke couldn’t help but chuckle.
“No, Himawari, you’re definitely pregnant,” he murmured. “And unfortunately I don’t have the time. I’ve got plans.”
“Plans?” asked Himawari.
“Plans.” Sasuke smirked.
He pulled out of her, Hima groaning as that distinct feeling of fullness faded with every inch he took out.
His massive cock, as always, was still hard; erect. She looked at it, licking her lips, hungry for more despite the gangbang and impregnation she’d gone through not moments prior.
Sasuke eased himself off of the bed, dick hanging between his legs, still throbbing.
“Go to your room,” was all he said, as he walked to the bathroom and disappeared into it, closing the door behind him.
He got inside the shower, turning it on. After a moment of blinding cold, scorching hot water soon began to rain down upon him.
Sasuke washed off all the sweat, the juices, the cum. He wet his hair, staring at the wall with a poignant expression.
This was it.
He shook his head.
No use thinking about turning back now. He’d already made his decision.
The seals were weaved, everything was in place.
All he needed was for Naruto to come home.
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There was a tension in the air, thick enough that one could cut it with a knife.
Naruto pushed open the doors to the immense house, still clad in his work clothes. It was silent when he entered—quiet enough that he knew that everyone was still asleep.
He swallowed, taking off his cloak, setting it on the coat rack.
One problem with having his little pen in Sasuke’s room was having to actually go through Sasuke’s room to come home from work. He could walk in on anything and everything, from gangbangs to intimate love making. In this case, however, he was afraid of waking Sasuke up from his slumber.
Naruto made his way to Sasuke’s room, his pace slow. The hallway leading to it seemed to be endless—he focused on the door at the end of it, yet it never seemed to get closer.
He blinked and he was there, standing in front of with.
Again, he gulped. Placing a hand on each knob, he heaved them open.
Sasuke was not asleep.
He was sitting on the bed, staring right at Naruto, his face expression. A towel was wrapped around his waist, his hair wet.
“Transform,” Sasuke snarled.
Naruto shook slightly.
Without hesitation, without a second’s delay—he transformed.
Naruko blinked several times.
Her male self’s clothes were much too big on her, and she slid out of them, pulling off all the clothing and tossing them to the side.
She sat there, naked, biting her lip as she tried not to ogle Sasuke’s half-nude body.
“Come here,” Sasuke said, and now his voice was soft. It washed over her and she instantly felt at ease.
Naruko stepped forward, pausing only when she was inches away from him, looking down at him as he sat on the bed.
“Close your eyes,” he told her.
She did. Blackness engulfed her. Her legs wobbled, her fingers twitched.
Naruko could feel something. A buildup of chakra coming from Sasuke. “W-what are you doing…?” she whispered, fighting the urge to open her eyes.
“The right thing,” Sasuke said.
Then a force slammed into her stomach, and everything seemed to fade to white. She could still feel, she could still hear—she just couldn’t do anything. In her mind’s eye, she could feel the seal on her belly… not the seal that had once held Kurama, but a different one. Black markings spread across her body.
She was thrown on the floor, writhing, arms and legs spasming. She wasn’t in pain—actually, it felt as if she were being tickled. Yet she was still not in control of what she was doing.
Sasuke sat where he was, tense. “I hope this works as I calculated,” Naruko heard him murmur.
She was still shaking, but it began to fade away.
As she leaned up, everything seemed to be in place. Naruko was still Naruko at any rate. Nothing seemed to have changed, and yet, she could feel in her gut that she was different.
Naruko clambered to her feet, still quivering slightly. Her eyes were open now, and she was staring at Sasuke, who was staring back, still expressionless.
“What did you do to me…?” she mumbled.
Sasuke’s face was made of marble. His mismatched eyes burned into her.
“Transform,” he said.
Naruko blinked. Yet she wasn’t one to disobey.
She closed her eyes and-
Nothing happened.
She opened her eyes, then blinked once more. “Huh?”
Sasuke began to chuckle. Then, he began to laugh. He laughed and laughed, and Naruko could only stare at him, perplexed.
“You can’t,” Sasuke told her. “Not anymore.”
She shivered. “You—” Naruko’s eyes widened. “You turned me… into a woman.”
“You already were a woman,” he said. “You’re my slut. At heart, even as Naruto, you belonged to me. What I did... “ Sasuke smirked. “What I did was simply make sure there was no turning back for you.”
Naruko gasped as Sasuke seized her by the hips, lifting her up and throwing her onto the bed. He was upon her in a second, towel still wrapped around his waist and yet a significant bulge still visible.
“Tell me something, Naruko,” Sasuke murmured, running his hands up and down the sides of her body. She moaned, as his hands caressed her ample breasts. “What is something every other woman in this household has in common? Hinata, Sakura, Sarada, Himawari, hell, even the other Naruko.”
Naruko’s lip quivered a tad. “Um… they- they all love your cock?” she said, voice sounding a tad choked.
“That’s true,” said Sasuke. “Yet, it’s something else that I’ve done to them.”
Pointedly, he placed his hand over her stomach.
Just like that, everything seemed to click into place for Naruko.
“But Himawari… isn’t…”
“I did it to her earlier this morning,” Sasuke murmured.
Naruko’s chest heaved up and down. Her face was slowly turning red.
“Yes,” she said. “Yes—yes, yes!”
Sasuke tilted his head to the side, smirking in that annoyingly arrogant way of his. “What are you saying yes to?” Playing dumb had never been his strong suit, yet, in this case, he couldn’t help himself.
She looked up at him with those big blue eyes, and Sasuke felt the wind leave his guts. Good God was this woman gorgeous.
“I want your baby,” she whispered. Naruko swallowed. “When Himawari first got pregnant, I was a little jealous. When my clone and Hinata got pregnant, I thought that was the closest I’d ever get to having your child. And when Sarada and Sakura got pregnant, it was all I could do not to cry.”
Sasuke kept silent, allowing her to talk.
“I don’t know how this is going to work,” Naruko admitted. “What I could tell the rest of the village if they found out that I was pregnant with your baby. That I was a woman now. That the rest of our family was as well.”
She lowered her head, eyes a tad watery.
“But I don’t care anymore,” she said, a sense of finality to her voice. “I want your fucking baby, Sasuke. I want to bear your child. I-” She hesitated a moment. “I want to spend the rest of my life as a woman. I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”
He could feel his heartbeat slowly quicken.
Her face was beet-red.
Sasuke leaned forward; as did Naruko. They were both silent. The tension in the air was thickening by the second.
He couldn’t help himself anymore. He threw himself forward and captured her lips in a deep kiss.
Naruko returned the kiss with just as much force. They wrapped their arms around each other, rolling over, Naruko on top of him, their lips connected still. Their nude bodies rubbed against one another.
They were simply lost in each other for what felt like forever. Kissing until they were out of breath, resting for a few seconds, and then diving back for more. Sasuke was hard as a diamond; Naruko was wet beyond belief. Yet they couldn’t stop kissing long enough to go further in the sex act.
Until, finally, they seperated.
“What do you want to do?” Sasuke asked her.
This time, it was Naruko’s turn to smirk.
“I want to ride you,” she said, placing her hands on his chest.
His palms rested on the sheet. His entire body was still.
“I won’t stop you,” said Sasuke, his mismatched eyes burning into her, exploring her body. Even without words, Sasuke could make Naruko feel so damned beautiful beneath his gaze.
Her movements were calm, despite her heartbeat thudding against her ribcage. Gently, Naruko poised herself on her knees, hovering just about her lover’s cock.
It quivered, it throbbed, it twitched just beneath her.
Naruko bit her lip. She stared down at it, a sense of finality in her gut.
Now, she was a real woman.
When she’d had sex with Sasuke before, she’d always switched back to her male self before long. It didn’t count as losing her virginity when she would transform into a man and then back into a woman.
Yet this time, there was no transforming back. This was it; this was the moment she lost her virginity to Sasuke… for good.
Remarkably, the thought of that made her actually calm down. Her heart rate settled—her body was still.
“... Sasuke…” she purred, hands still on his chest. “I love you.”
His hands reached up, linking with hers. Their fingers intertwined, and she held an iron grip.
“I love you too,” was the only response Sasuke could fathom.
With that, she closed her eyes.
Carefully, carefully, she grasped the base of his cock quote firmly. She angled it upward—she lined herself up with it on sheer instinct. And then, with only the slightest of hesitation, Naruko lowered herself down.
As he slid inside of her, she moaned.
That distinct fullness could never be replicated, not by a dildo, not by another man, not by anything. Only Sasuke could do this to her, make her feel so good, make her feel whole.
She bit her lip as she continued to drop down. Her pussy stretched around his thick length. Naruko opened her eyes, looking down, astounded as always by how incredible the sight of him entering her was.
Their fingers were still interlocked. Naruko was shaking, yet, Sasuke was remarkably calm. She looked at him, and he looked back.
Despite having a beautiful, busty woman atop him, riding him, he looked serene. There was a tiny smile on his face, almost a smirk.
Her heartbeat quickened once more.
That is, until Sasuke acted. He knew exactly which buttons to press.
“If you really love me,” he said, bringing her hands up. “Then prove it.”
Naruko’s expression was perplexed for a moment—and then it hardened into a determination that only she could show.
“You got it,” she said, gritting her teeth, readying herself.
With one prompt, vicious movement, she slammed herself down upon him. Taking every inch of that delicious cock into her hot pussy.
“Fuck!” Naruko moaned, throwing her head back, gripping Sasuke’s chest tighter. “Oh—oh fuck!”
Without fail, she began the process. She lifted her hips up, and then just as suddenly as before, slammed herself down with authority.
God, he had such a delightfully big cock. It made giving up her manhood worth it a hundred times over.
Up and down, up and down, so hard and so fast that her tits nearly swung up to her chin. That fire in her eyes wasn’t fading in the least; if anything, it was intensifying.
And Sasuke simply laid there, staring at Naruko as she fucked herself on his cock.
It would be her job to impregnate herself. It would be her decision to give in to him.
Naruko’s hair fell in her eyes as she rode him. She looked like a beast unleashed, her teeth bared. So much passion was put into what she was doing that Sasuke could see her whiskers contract slightly, her canines grow sharper, her fingernails lengthen slightly.
“I love you,” Naruko whispered, still going up and down, her blue eyes flickering between that and red. “I love your dick. I want your baby, Sasuke, oh fuck, oh God!”
So powerful, so intense. Her pussy was tightening around him, and it wasn’t long before she came. Her eyes turned blood red when she did, and it was only Sasuke’s firm grip on her hands that kept her from clawing at something.
“Oh God!”
Despite her orgasm, or perhaps because of it, she kept bouncing. She was a monster, a tornado of pleasure and passion, and there was no stopping her. Sasuke ground his teeth, because she only seemed to get tighter and tighter, gyrating her hips, making the sex a dozen times better for both him and her.
“Sasuke…” she whispered. “I, I-”
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Her sandals slapped against the polished marble floors of the Hokage tower.
She was still getting odd looks, yet at the same time, people were growing more familiar with her new appearance. Her long blonde hair tied up in a ponytail, her Hokage cloak wrapped around her frame, Uzumaki Naruko looked as if she’d been there all along.
“Here’s that report you asked for the other day, Hokage-sama,” said a jounin, who walked up to her and passed her a folder.
“Thank you; good work,” she said, nodding approvingly. The jounin blushed slightly, then hurried past her.
Naruko kept onward, and it wasn’t long before she was entering her office. It looked the same as ever.
She gazed from the window to the square below. Just above was where she’d gives her speech not a few days before.
They’d hastily thrown it together, but it seemed as if it would work. Their story was this:
When Obito had attacked the village and let an enraged Kurama loose on it, Minato had been forced to make a snap decision. When he sealed away Kurama into her belly, he also sealed away her gender.
Thus, she had always been a woman. She’d found out when she was sixteen, and had been too afraid since then to reveal her secret, lest the people of Konoha think less of her.
Now, she’d decided to make the decision to come out to the village at large, stating that Sasuke and her ‘wife’ Hinata had always known the secret.
That was the story. Clearly, it wasn’t the truth, but right now, they just needed something to hide behind.
For the most part, the village seemed to have bought it. They were practically in love with Naruko as it was, and why would their idol lie to them?
Naruko couldn’t say for certain what her friends thought about it. She was most worried about Shikamaru; with a brain as big as his, she knew it was a matter of time before he saw through her lies.
Yet, for now, she couldn’t bring herself to care.
She sat down in her chair, scooting forward, flipping open her laptop.
Naruko sighed with contentment.
She rested a hand against her belly.
“I can’t wait to see you, little one…” she purred, a big smile on her face.
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“-I love you!” Naruko moaned, as she slammed herself down and came yet again.
Her face was red as a beet, her entire body sweaty. God, was she gorgeous. Sasuke could scarcely believe that he of all people had been blessed with a woman this beautiful.
The claws on her hands retracted. Her eyes turned back to blue. Her whiskers returned to normal.
“I want your baby, I want your baby,” she chanted, still bouncing up and down. “I want you to cum inside me, Sasuke, please! I want it—I need it! There’s—there’s nothing more in this world that I want than to have your child, Sasuke, so please give it to me. Give it to me!”
Having this beautiful woman egging him on to cum inside her definitely wasn’t helping. His stamina was incredible, yes, but even Sasuke had limits.
He closed his eyes, sucked in a deep breath, and let loose.
Naruko purred as he came inside of her, so deep, directly into her fertile womb.
There was no turning back now. She was inseminated, knocked up, breeded, impregnated… however you wanted to put it. She was no long Uzumaki Naruto, husband, father, Hokage.
She was Uzumaki Naruko. Mother to Boruto and Himawari. Wife to Hinata. Lover to Sasuke. Hokage to the village. And, in nine month’s time, mother to her and Sasuke’s child.
It was a fate she’d never knew she wanted. Yet, now, in this moment, as Sasuke came deep inside of her, Naruko knew it had been her destiny from the very beginning.
Once more, she came, in tune with Sasuke.
Hot cum filled her up.
At the same time, her cunt tightened around Sasuke, to the point where he was gritting his teeth and squeezing her hands tightly, though she was doing the same.
When she settled down, he settled down.
They both breathed slowly, deeply, gazing into each other’s eyes. His mismatched and her blue ones.
Together, they both looked down at where they were connected, at the cum that slowly seeped down her thigh.
“No going back…” Naruko mumbled, grip tightening around Sasuke’s hands.
“That’s right,” Sasuke said. He leaned forward, kissing Naruko deeply. After a moment, they seperated. “No going back.”
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And yes, truly, there is no going back. That's that for this chapter.
This was an inevitability, and yet, this is not the end. Stay tuned for more.
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