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Triumph of the Uchiha	By : c0p13r Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 20568 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I don't own 'Naruto'. I do not make any money off of this story, and I do not condone rape of any kind; this is purely written for recreation.

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Warning: Rape and Violence Elements; not to a loathsome degree, but I figure I should just throw it out there before people continue to whine to me about how I make their tummies uncomfortable…
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            “Dammit, Sasuke!” Karin fumed angrily at the crude image of Sasuke she had etched into the wall of her prison with her hidden blade, a sad replacement for the portrait he had relieved her of. She could have tried to saw away at the bars of her cell with the grated knife, but it would be wasted effort after Sasuke said that he’d be back for her. Trusting him was a great risk, but somehow, she found it too hard not to follow his orders. That was probably what made her situation even more annoying, that he could treat her so poorly, and she’d still obey him. She would blame it on the charm of his Sharingan, but being the sensory-type that she was, it was hard to believe that her will could be so easily broken by such a cheap trick. “First you take me out of Orochimaru’s hideout with promises to take me with you wherever you go! Then you try to kill me! Then you come here and have your way with me! Now you leave me in the jail to rot?! Argh!” Flames of fury roared around her when she made a straight jab at her drawing’s face that came up an inch short of contact. Once again, she could not bring herself to harm even a quick sketching that hardly resembled the depraved Uchiha. “Uwah~! But he’s still so~ cool~!”
            She fawned and cuddled against the image of Sasuke, purring his name. The seed he had deposited in her belly kept her warm, and she knew that it was very probable that she would bear his child in nine months’ time. Somehow, she didn’t feel too concerned with it. A small Uchiha running around with the Uzumaki clan’s trademark red hair seemed appealing to her, a bit of the deranged man that would always love her unconditionally. She swooned at the notion.
            “But why the hell didn’t you take me with you?!” she raged, wanting to punch the Sasuke in front of her square in the face. Despite it all, she could not bring herself to do it. Her fist quaked with fury.
            She almost jumped out of her skin when the door was thrown open. She was on her feet and backed against the wall in a trice, prepared to defend herself with her small blade should it be an enemy. Instead, who she saw made her face light up with excitement. “Sasuke!” He really had returned! Just like he promised! She threw herself against the bars. “I knew you’d come back! I…” She cut herself short when she noticed the condition he was in. Though he was not wounded, he appeared exhausted, almost like how he was after their confrontation with the Eight-Tails jinchuuriki. His right hand covered the side of his face as he braced against the wall, huffing and puffing, trembling and hardly able to stay on his feet.
            “Karin,” he wheezed, cringing the spreading weakness. “I need… Recover. Nii-san’s eyes… guh!” It was so much easier in the dark grotto Tobi had left him in. Perhaps he should’ve tested his eyes a bit more before heading to his own frontline. His knees buckled before giving out beneath him.
            Karin frantically called to him and dropped down to be at eyelevel with him. Without thinking, she yanked her sleeve up and offered her bare arm to him through the bars of her cage. “Hurry and bite me,” she insisted.
            Only briefly, Sasuke stared at the teeth marks before he added a new set at her wrist. Her head was thrown back with a rapturous cry when he began to sup of her healing chakra. The prick of his teeth sinking into her skin brought such pleasure. It was the knowledge that she was proving herself useful to him with a talent he specifically picked her out for. The boy who saved her life from a giant bear all those years ago was now nursing on her to sustain his own life. It definitely was not the time for it, but she could feel her crotch warming with stirred arousal. To aggravate the electrifying heat were the memories of when Sasuke had taken her earlier.
            Strength had once again returned to him, forcing out the uncertainty of weakness. With a heavy, relieved sigh, Sasuke sat back against the wall and took a moment to relax. His eyes closed, and after a while of him breathing steadily, Karin was afraid that he had fallen asleep. She considered tapping him to wake him up, if only to free her from this prison so that she could be a proper guard while he slumbered. “I thought I could go on longer,” he suddenly murmured, surprising Karin by his still being conscious. His eyes barely cracked open to look at his limp hands. The fingers twitched before his left hand balled into a fist. “Perhaps two really is my limit for right now.”
            “Two what? Where did you go?”
            Sasuke gave her his undivided attention. “To plant the seeds for the revival of my clan,” he unabashedly replied. As Karin tried to make sense of what he just said, he brought himself to his feet. “However, you have the better chance of being pregnant; I may have to return to Konoha to make sure.”
            “What?!”
            His cold expression did not change as the scarlet-haired sensor fumed like a caged dragon. Uzumakis seemed like they were a real temperamental lot, judging by her and Naruto; he had heard about the latter’s mother being nicknamed the ‘Hot-Blooded Habanero’. Which trait would win out in the end when Karin birthed his child: his clan’s levelheaded nature or her explosive attitude?
            “Are you planning some kind of harem?!” Karin sputtered angrily, beating her fists against the bars. Her cheeks burned with jealousy from the prospect of sharing her beloved Sasuke with other women and being treated as nothing more than a means to renew the Uchiha clan. She gritted her teeth and ground them together. It was the first time she really wanted to slap Sasuke himself and not some etching of him. “I’m not your… personal whore, Sasuke! I won’t have any part of it!” Either he committed himself to her, or she would leave and try to never look back – which was an idea much easier conceived than carried out.
            Before any more exclamations could be given against him, the jail was opened with a sweep of lightning. Karin felt her heart stop the moment she felt her hair frizz from the electrical currents passing next to her. The terrible memory of being impaled by a Chidori blade stung hard, as though it was passing through her chest again rather than liberating her. She staggered back as the thick beams clattered on the floor.
            Sasuke panted slightly as he lowered his right arm. He was on his feet now, leaning against the wall with his left arm. Even after drinking of her healing chakra, the use of Itachi’s eyes put a heavy strain on his focus. Darkness was more preferable.
            After grunting, forcing himself to stand on his own, he held his hand out to Karin, who did not accept him. “Come, Karin,” he said in his deceptively smooth voice. Somehow, it sounded just as fearsome as the Raikage’s booming roar. Even so, the redhead stubbornly refused him, partly fearing him for what he had done and partly resenting him for what he planned to do. Sasuke’s eyes narrowed ever so slightly, his outstretched fingers tensing. “Karin…”
            If he got impatient, what extremes would he go to?
            “Fine,” Karin declared, folding her arms pompously and escorting herself to freedom rather than accepting Sasuke’s aid. It displayed a willingness to cooperate, but still retaining her independence. Her bare feet plodded over to the cabinet that held her personal effects – namely, her stockings and sandals; she would leave the bloody cloak, as it was only a reminder of Sasuke’s terrible side. Her pouch of kunai, medical supplies, and tags was strapped around her waist like a belt, and she patted it like a security blanket. When she was satisfied, she wheeled about on Sasuke and glared at him, fists on her hips and torso bending forward arrogantly. “And believe me when I say that we are through the moment I get the feeling it’s in my best interests to do so! You can’t expect me to put myself in needless danger like last time!”
            It was her fault for being caught as a hostage; she should’ve been more mindful than that. Sasuke chose that it would be best not to bring this tidbit of fact to her attention, as she was already fuming. However, he could not bring her along with the paranoid suspicion that she may turn on him or fail to take orders when given. “Karin…” Her upset face softened at the sound of her name floating from his divine lips. She hated herself for almost swooning. The stressed Uchiha’s eyes were so intense, even in his weakened state. They were not the kinder, cool eyes she had fallen for all those years ago, but they were almost as irresistible with this new passion. “I cannot take you with me…” He brought his hand up at once when Karin made an outburst. “…unless your obedience is proven.”
            “Proven?” Karin straightened her back, her lower lip pouting a little as her scarlet eyes were lost behind a vicious glare of light on her lens. A blush made her cheeks match the complexion of her hair. “I would say I’ve done enough after… well…” She fidgeted, thighs awkwardly rubbing together.
            “You merely submitted to the moment,” Sasuke pointed out, unwittingly making her feel that the passion they shared was even less romantic than she had dreamt. “What I require… is submission to the future.”
            Karin pursed her lips. “What do you…?” She paused the moment Sasuke’s hands went to his oversized sash, lazily pulling the loops of rope before it came undone. He couldn’t possibly want to go a second round, could he? At a time like this? Karin swallowed, though her throat felt as dry and as rough as sandpaper. Her voice stumbled, “Sasuke?”
            “Your allegiance,” he told her. Far too easily, he allowed his slacks to drop halfway, and for the first time, Karin was allowed a glimpse of his sex. He wasn’t hard, but the appendage was arching, slowly pulsing to salute. His sac was contracting, testicles lifting. Interestingly enough, he had kept the black hair of his crotch managed. It took some effort to pry her scarlet eyes from the rising cock when Sasuke spoke again. “Karin, prove yourself.”
            A fluffy tingle ran up Karin’s spine. What did he expect her to do? For the moment, she awaited some clue as to what he wanted; when he finally moved, it was to settle on the chair that the deceased guard was at the moment before his demise. The splatter of blood on the desk behind Sasuke was disregarded, but it was harder to ignore the corpse behind the desk. Karin shifted her lips. She could feel Sasuke’s unwavering stare like a weight pressing down on her, an increasing gravity that bent her knees.
            “Are you uncertain of your decision?”
            Karin looked him over. If he was growing impatient, it certainly wasn’t showing. Nervously, she slipped her fingers into her hair while the free hand cradled her bent elbow. “No,” she confessed, her line of sight dropping back down to his cock. It was almost completely rigid, coming close to seven inches. She considered undressing, but she was unsure of herself. Perhaps a different approach…
            She went at him slowly, as if trudging through a bog. Her eyes rested on his penis, fully erect and beading pre-cum. To think that it fit in her… Forcing herself to retain her strong-willed demeanor, she fixed her glasses on the bridge of her nose. “I’m… I’m not going to be your whore, Sasuke,” she pronounced in a faltering voice, pointing audaciously at him, though he didn’t flinch in the slightest. “I just… am doing this so we can head out.”
            Sasuke allowed her to spew her false reasoning and simply spread his bare knees further apart in a gesture to allow more room.
            Curse his cool boldness, she mentally scorned. Swallowing a bit of her pride, she dropped down slowly to settle on her knees and shuffled closer to his groin. In front of her, his impressive length lied against his stomach, bobbing with frantic circulation. His nether regions were a much clearer area to his emotions than any other part. She cleared her throat awkwardly and reached for the shaft. It was warm and hard, the skin noticeably stretched thin around the tense muscle underneath. Truth be told, she’d never had this sort of interaction with a man before; it was usually just a quick romp in the sack until she was satisfied. Now she found herself on the submissive end, and it was quite thrilling.
            Slowly, her fist stroked him, though her eyes lowered to inspect his scrotum. The withheld contents flexed slightly, his seed churning to prepare for ejaculation. What was she to do when that time came? Did he expect her to consume it? The mere thought of it made her gag.
            “Why are you hesitating?” She looked up at him from above the rim of her specs. Sasuke was gazing down at her in idle fashion, resting his cheek on his hand. “Put it in your mouth.”
            Karin’s breath hitched and her focus returned to the penis. It was so big. She hoped he wouldn’t try to force it down her throat when she complied. She licked her lips, moved her face closer, and inhaled its scent. It smelled just like the rest of Sasuke, only it roused her hormones even more. However, on the second whiff, she could detect the other woman, and that was not so desirable. She wanted to scold Sasuke for his philandering, but he had already made it clear that he did not care for her protests. Well, at least he wanted to take her with him; that was something to be said for how much he cared for her.
            She shivered and winced with a soft whimper when she felt his hand descend on the top of her head. He did not urge her to do anything, but she now felt even more compelled. Keeping her eyes closed, she opened her mouth wide and extended her tongue. The first taste that hit her was that of pre-cum, oozing sensually over the tip of the oral muscle. Not a bad flavor, she had to admit, but she was still reluctant to do more. She lapped up the pre-cum until there was none left. Then she settled for pumping his shaft a while longer, hoping that it would feel good enough for him to forgo her mouth. However, when the hand on her head nudged slightly, she knew that it was hopeless. Farewell, oral virginity…
            The head was slickened with saliva before she made her attempt. It popped through her tightly-pursed lips relatively easy, the strong tang of sex flooding her mouth. She didn’t know who Kurenai was, but she was getting quite the thorough sampling of what she tasted like. The sticky, bitter taste made the Uzumaki cringe, but she carried on with the descent of her mouth over his prick. Even with his hand urging her, when the tip bumped against her uvula and threatened to rub against her throat. She gagged, her throat convulsing around him when he stabbed forward to test her gullet. Obviously, she didn’t appreciate it and her body was not ready for such an intrusion.
            The grip he held on her slackened a little, and she gratefully pulled up to gasp and wipe the spittle from her puckered lips. She wanted to admonish him, but hadn’t the breath or nerve for it. Nevertheless, she returned her mouth to him, settling on bobbing only on what she was comfortable taking in, which was hardly three inches. Her lips dragged up and down on him while her fingers dug into his thighs for some mental fortitude. It had become less intimidating than she imagined, but it would be a long time before she was any good at it; to her discouragement, Sasuke had been relatively silent aside from a few soft groans. The head slightly petting her hair, however, did give her a feeling of accomplishment.
            Sasuke wanted badly to continue, even if it meant taking himself into his own hand to stroke himself to a quicker completion than what Karin would offer. It was one of the few times he felt the primal need of lust. He would’ve enjoyed the sight of Karin struggling to down his load. However, even though he hadn’t the ability to sense chakra like Karin did – she picked up the approaching chakra a moment after Sasuke became alert – he became aware of an enemy.
            Karin was pushed from his cock to cough into her palm. Weakly, she wiped away the moisture while Sasuke hurriedly dressed. “What can you sense?” he questioned the Uzumaki while tying a bow with the purple rope around his waist.
            Karin, after collecting herself, awkwardly set her glasses and concentrated a bit harder. “It’s coming fast,” she murmured. “It’s nothing special; perhaps a chuunin or jounin.” Her eyes opened to turn to Sasuke. He wasn’t hurrying anymore; in fact, he was standing in place, wasting time. His odd behavior concerned his companion, making her flustered. She did not want to trade this prison in for a more guarded one! “What are we going to do, Sasuke?”
            Sasuke waited a moment longer before strolling to the stairs. “Let’s go,” he told her. “We’ll take care of this problem. One way or another, it’s inevitable.”
            That did not reassure Karin. If the entire fleet of Konoha ninja descended upon them, Karin was very likely to be stolen away. She gulped and walked a little closer to Sasuke, almost huddling against his back. She may have been a trusted guard of Orochimaru’s, but she could not boast the fighting skill that Sasuke and the snake master could. Her prowess relied in medicinal back-up and sensory techniques, not the front line. Hopefully Sasuke would keep that in mind when things heated up.
            The two Taka members stepped out into the rain. It had hardly let up, and the deep rumble of thunder echoed from the far distance. That was good, as it was Sasuke’s trump card. He’d unleash Kirin and destroy a good portion of the village as well as his enemy if things got out of hand. Though Sasuke stopped, Karin continued onward, scurrying north to escape Konoha. When she saw that she was alone, she glared back at Sasuke. “Aren’t we going to leave?”
            “No,” Sasuke said, gazing somberly up at the dark clouds veiling the starlit sky. “I’ve more business here.”
            Karin sulked. To sleep with more women, she mentally accused him. Why’d she have to fall for a gigolo? Whatever he was, man-whore, avenger, or something darker, she stayed. Her eyes closed in concentration before regarding Sasuke again. “It’s southwest, closing in from two-hundred meters,” she informed him.
            Sasuke waited several more seconds before turning casually. Karin took a defensive stance, ready to flee should she become a target. The enemy leapt out from the trees, sandals splashing in the muddy puddles. A slight smirk appeared on Sasuke’s lips while sizing up his female opponent. Anbu; a nostalgic taskforce from the better days when Itachi actually smiled. He stared at the cat-faced mask. “Anbu,” he mused, “I thought the lot of you would be on the battlefield.”
            “We had anticipated something like you invading during our vulnerable moment.” The gloved hand came up to remove the white mask so that her chocolate eyes could glare at Sasuke personally. “S-rank missing nin, Uchiha Sasuke, by the authority of Konohagakure, you are hereby detained. If you resist,” she went on, grasping the hilt of the blade strapped to her back, “I will force you into custody.” Her eyes went to his accomplice. “Uzumaki Karin, you are to surrender yourself as well. If you do not comply, you will also be subdued.”
            “All by yourself? Heh.” Sasuke found true hilarity in the threats given. He knew this purple-haired woman, having been given countless hours to read the substantial information Orochimaru had collected on reputable Konoha ninja, including Anbu. “Uzuki Yuugao, as Anbu, you should know that it takes an Uchiha to defeat an Uchiha. For you alone to stand up against me is nothing more than an insult to my clan’s pride. However…” His powerful katana was slowly unsheathed, ringing as it emerged fully from its scabbard. “I will humor you and fight you nonetheless. With Itachi gone, I will be the one to remind Anbu of the true splendor of the Uchiha clan and the great loss of Konoha when the Uchiha were wiped out to near-extinction.”
            Deftly, Yuugao withdrew her sword and held it in front of her. She had the skill to be a formidable opponent, but Sasuke would consent that to only an average ninja. She now foolishly stood up against an Uchiha with a blood-grudge. “I do not have to defeat you,” she told him. She adjusted her blade to where raindrops would be split in half by the sharp edge. “I need only stall you until backup arrives.”
            Sasuke bent his knees slightly, his Sword of Kusanagi crossing over his body. “We shall be done long before then, Yuugao.” He made the first move, crossing the distance between them in one leap and making a broad sweep with his sword. Like a cat, Yuugao swiftly avoided, ducking down low to make a quick counter with her own blade. However, having been well-trained by Orochimaru, it was an easy enough assault to dodge. Both of his feet picked up off the ground to tread lightly on the guard of her slashing weapon. She growled as she bent underneath his weight, though he did not linger for more than a second, leaping again and heading into a front flip over her head. Halfway over, he reached out with his free hand to grab the strap of her vest. She grunted when he landed and attempted to tug the entirety of her body to the floor. However, she resisted and reacted, immediately coming about when leeway was given to her and smashing the pommel of her sword into his stomach.
            He cringed. It was unwise to succumb to pain for even an instant, especially when facing a hardened Anbu ninja. His feet were immediately kicked out from underneath him, and he was thrown, facedown, into the mud. His left arm was twisted up while Yuugao planted her sole at the back of his neck. With his sword trapped beneath him and his hands unable to forge any sort of seal, he was relatively powerless. Yuugao felt a sense of pride for bringing him down, but she did not let it show on her stern face. “Uchiha Sasuke… has been captured,” she declared. Her attention shifted to Karin, who had ducked behind the building for safety. She did not look like she was going to go anywhere, thankfully. Her eyes cast down to Sasuke. “I imagined you to be much tougher,” she said.
            Sasuke’s grin was maniacal as he leered up at her. “Have you already forgotten?” he mumbled before his eyes flashed red with the Sharingan. “I am an Uchiha, controller of the Eternal Mangekyou.”
            Yuugao tensed suddenly, remembering the reports given from Kumo’s jinchuuriki and Raikage. The left eye of Uchiha Sasuke controlled the deadly flames of Amaterasu! And it was looking right at her! Dying and letting the criminal go at the same time was not wise; Yuugao was forced to relinquish her capture and take a safe distance. She hated it, but it was the only way she could continue to fight. Next time, she’d be sure to cut his eyes out.
            “I commend you for overwhelming me for a moment,” Sasuke said as he rose to his feet. Half of his face was stained with mud, adding to the insanity of his appearance. His eyes were rather terrifying, so unlike Itachi’s when Yuugao knew him. “I’ve not used these eyes in actual combat yet. I doubt I will need to use them for long, though.” His blade slashed through the air, ridding it of the muck clinging to it. Once again, it gleamed with clean metal in the rain. It swept upward and was grasped in both hands to spear rather than swing.
            For the second time, he made the aggressive move, pressing Yuugao to parry his thrust and knock it off course. An opening was made at the Uchiha’s midsection, and she dove for the chance. She repositioned her blade in an instant. “Konoha Style: Dance of the Crescent Moon!” In an instant, Sasuke found himself surrounded on three sides by mirror copies of Yuugao slashing at him, her swift movements leaving afterimages.
            Sasuke didn’t even bat an eyelash at this daunting attack. Immediately, he wheeled about to confront the real Yuugao diving down at him from above. She was not making a harmless swipe; she was intent on removing his head. His blade took the impact, causing his feet to sink a little into the unstable earth from her added pressure. “You are underestimating me,” Sasuke said to the woman trying to overpower him. “Illusions of that caliber are simple tricks in view of the Sharingan.”
            Yuugao snarled, brought her sword up, and swatted against his, once again maintaining some distance between them. Itachi had been skilled like this, but he never had this overwhelming intention to kill. Even for someone like her, it was hard to keep her cool. Sweat mingled with the raindrops streaming down her face.
            “Shall I end this farce, Yuugao?” Sasuke asked, brandishing his sword. Without waiting for a response to his rhetorical question, he went at her with a sweep aimed at her side. Hastily, she brought up her own sword to guard; Sasuke only smirked at the gesture to protect herself. “That is not the correct way to guard against my Sword of Kusanagi.” To Yuugao’s dismay, the metal of her sword split like butter under the edge of Sasuke’s swipe. Her side was torn open with a deep gash before she could hop away completely.
            Yuugao landed two meters away before she crumbled, holding onto her wounded side. It was too great of an injury to just ignore and keep fighting normally. She’d have to rely on ninjutsu if she wanted to hold out until Inuzuka Tsume showed up. Dropping her halved blade, her trembling hands linked together in a wind-style symbol. She made to complete the succession of hand gestures, but Sasuke would tolerate no more resistance. Too quick for her eyes to follow, he flung his sword at her at just the right angle. A pained yelp was wrenched from her through when the blade skewered her hands, forcing her palms together. The anguish was unbelievable, much more than she had expected; it felt like jolts of electricity burning the holes torn in her palms.
            “This battle has become beneath me, Yuugao,” Sasuke told his brother’s former ally. “At the very least…” He plodded forward in the mud, his sandals splashing with the significance of the tide on rocks. Around him, angry, purple flames burst into view, and the skeletal frame of Sasuno’o materialized. In its hollow eye sockets, Yuugao could see her eternal doom. “…I will honor your strife by crushing you with the Uchiha’s greatest weapon: Sasuno’o.”
            Yuugao seethed. Desperately, she made a leap to try to escape, but the bony grasp of Sasuke’s wicked spirit seized her the moment she was airborne. The pain in her hands only increased from the squeeze, but it was her creaking bones that truly concerned her. The fingers constricted more powerfully than a python, sealing her ability to breathe. She coughed and struggled, but to no avail. Blood and bile began to well up in the back of her throat when her stomach and chest were pulverized. With the building pressure, it felt like her eyes would pop out. The first of her ribs could be heard and felt snapping, yet it didn’t hurt; she was completely numb to the absolutely agony. In these last moments, her thoughts drifted to Hayate. She could almost hear him calling out to her, beckoning her to join him in eternal bliss, pausing in his calling to cough into his palm.
            Below her suffering form, Sasuke leered up at her. “Now, Uzuki Yuugao, do you understand the foolishness of opposing the Uchiha?” He swept his hand out to the side, and that was the end of Uzuki Yuugao. A spray of blood and broken bones, a sight Karin would forever suffer from; the crushed body was discarded like a ragdoll.
            …
            Sasuke smirked as he stared at Yuugao, standing in a trance before him. Ten seconds flat; that was all it took to overwhelm Konoha’s Anbu kunoichi, though who knew how long it lasted in her own mind. For Sasuke, it was over the moment he activated his Sharingan. Yuugao had been mistaken, believing that he would use Amaterasu; instead, he used a much less lethal, but more effective method of a powerful genjutsu, one that did not take her to some fantasy world where she could automatically discern it as a fake world. For as long as he willed it, or unless she or someone else somehow disrupted the illusion, she would be trapped in that mental state.
            “Is… is it over?” Karin whimpered, slowly emerging from her hiding place.
            Sasuke wiped the mud off of the right side of his face and let the rain wash away whatever was left. “Yes,” he replied. He turned to Karin. “How far away are the reinforcements and how many?”
            Instantly, Karin focused. It was quite a ways, but she confirmed that there seemed to be only one more tracker, and it was scouting the other side of the village.
            “Good,” Sasuke grumbled, now turning back to the purple-haired kunoichi. “That gives us enough time.”
            Karin hesitated to ask. “Enough time to what?” She received only that demented smirk in reply…
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            Yuugao stirred, her glazed eyes blinking, life and realization returning to her gaze. At once, she gasped, seized with the awareness that she hadn’t been killed in a most brutal way. It did not take her long to guess that she was victim to the fabled genjutsu of the Uchiha. However, that mattered little when she realized her current condition. Her Anbu vest had been liberated from her, but that was all missing from her attire. More important was the fact that she had been strapped down to a chair, wrists bound by wire to the armrests and legs – ungraciously spread open – bound by the ankle to the wheeled legs of the chair. Each set of wire was secured with a sealing tag to prevent any surprises that would help her escape.
            She scowled, but did not give into rage. Like when Hayate was murdered, she would let the emotion fester within her and put it to use when the time was right. “Uchiha, show yourself!” She was in the room where Karin had been kept prisoner, and all was dark within save for a wick of candlelight on the desk behind her, barely enough to illuminate her form. There was silence, and she would have believed that she really was alone but for the gut feeling of wicked intentions filling the room.
            Lightning struck nearby out the window, revealing that the Uchiha and his partner were standing on the other side of the room. The latter almost looked frightened while they observed their fine capture. Now that she knew where to look, Yuugao could see the subtle, red orbs of Sasuke gazing at her. If he was waiting for her to break, he’d be waiting too long; Tsume was due to arrive any minute now with Kuromaru. The moment she was set free, Yuugao would be sure to implant her blade through Sasuke and have him suffer. Witnessing her own demise had egged on her frustration, but she still did not let it show.
            “Why haven’t you killed me?” she asked. Her arms tensed when she tried pulling up on the restraints. “Letting me live is a mistake. I will…”
            “You will do nothing,” Sasuke interrupted. He strode forward with Karin matching his footsteps. He came to stand before Yuugao so that she was forced to lift her head to stare at him. “However, letting you live is essential.” His emotionless grin stretched the line of his mouth. “Karin… undress her.”
            “What?” Both women’s voices overlapped.
            “S-Sasuke,” stammered Karin. She looked frantically at him. “I can’t do that! I…!”
            “Karin…” His voice rose when he spoke her name, and that silenced her in an instant. “Undress her. Use a kunai if it is necessary, but I want her ready.” Slowly, his top fell open to hang about his waist. His nimble hands then went to take care of his sash.
            So this was it, Karin thought resentfully. She turned away from the half-naked boy to stare at Yuugao. As expected of the Anbu, Yuugao did not show any fear or worry. Her eyes remained hard, watching only Sasuke as he shed his clothes. It was not the first time for her to be in such a bind, and she always found a way to escape before tragedy struck. This time, however, she was dealing with someone a bit cleverer than random thugs from other villages who thought that just because she was a woman, she was helpless. Sasuke did not take that chance and had ensured that she had nothing on her that could help her escape. Her only plan was to hold out and wait for Tsume to arrive.
            Sasuke wasn’t going to wait that long, however, even if Karin was stalling with apprehension. The redhead approached the captured kunoichi, her hands shaky. She was even more of a wreck than the woman prepped for exposure. A kunai shouldn’t be needed, Karin considered as she carefully inspected Yuugao. Sasuke had already taken care of the vest, so that was an obstacle she wouldn’t have to deal with. Still, the difficulty remained with violating this helpless woman. Karin had no difficulty having snitches and troublemakers executed with a word, but there was something about defiling the helpless that made her stomach clench.
            “Are you having trouble, Karin?” Sasuke’s voice was laden with sarcasm and disappointment. “Shall I take care of it for you?”
            And receive a Chidori blade through her chest for her disobedience and incapability? No thanks! Karin stiffened her features and confirmed that she could handle it. Morality had to be set aside. This Anbu was one of the ninjas that had branded Itachi a traitor. For that, Sasuke had every right to exact revenge on the group that his brother once belonged to. Though still red in the face, Karin held onto her resolve and reached for the hem of Yuugao’s shirt. Her fingers fumbled slightly as she pulled the fabric from beneath Yuugao’s pants.
            “You won’t get away, Sasuke,” Yuugao said. She ignored as the material of her shirt was slowly rolled up her toned stomach. “You will be stopped.”
            Sasuke continued to keep his pants elevated with a hand, ready to expose himself at the moment of his choosing. “You do not understand. My hatred will scorch the Leaf until there is nothing but cinders left. And out of that devastation, the Uchiha clan will rise again, more triumphant than when it began. I expect you could understand, at least from an insect’s position, the hate I have after Hayate was killed.”
            Yuugao’s fists clenched and her arms fought against her restraints. The mention of her deceased lover uncovered a portion of her rage, but it was not enough to free her. Karin fretted being so near the hostile, but she continued to pull up the shirt, dragging over the hills of her bosom until they bounced into view. How curious that she didn’t wear support, though the shirt itself was made of form-fitting material that was sturdy enough to keep her breasts from floundering like a sports bra; the vest helped in that support.
            Karin flushed when she glanced at the globes of flesh in their full glory. With her uniform compressing them earlier, it was impossible to tell that she was pleasantly supple, not as engorged as Kurenai’s breasts had been, but still fuller than Karin’s. Secretly, the Uzumaki fumed. Sasuke had better not be choosing these women based on their physical assets…
            “Her pants,” Karin heard Sasuke remind her. Couldn’t he stop micromanaging?! She was getting to it, though she was still a bit captivated by Yuugao’s lovely tits. Sinking down a bit, she began to work on the button and zipper of Yuugao’s trousers, harshly yanking them down along with her black thong. It was difficult, but Karin successfully drew them down past Yuugao’s knees to bunch up around her shin guards. Swallowing hard, she glanced at the juncture of Yuugao’s thighs.
            Sasuke leered at the prize in front of him. Yuugao’s crotch was adorned with lovely, purple hair surrounding her vaginal lips. As expected, she was not ready for any sort of penetration, and it would no doubt become an obstacle to make her ready. That was just fine by him, though. Kurenai was a respected jounin, and she submitted far to the power of his Sharingan. Now, he would break an Anbu by his own hand.
            Yuugao showed no modesty or offense at being presented to the duo. Nudity could be an effective weapon against the right opponent, though Sasuke did not seem like he was the type to be overwhelmed with another’s beauty. “What do you expect?” she spat, eyes glowering at him. “Do you expect me to talk?”
            “Whatever you would spew,” Sasuke began, “it would hold no value to me. I have my own agenda, and it does not involve becoming privy to your village’s secrets. I know enough of its lies.” His pants finally descended, his swollen erection springing into view. Her brown eyes briefly regarded his size before returning to his Sharingan. “And I’ve deemed that Konoha shall suffer because of them.”
            Yuugao made a sound like an agitated cat. She gritted her teeth when he began to approach, that jutting appendage bobbing slightly with the intention of impaling her. It’d be a tough and painful venture for the both of them since she wasn’t even close to being wet down there.
            He came to a halt two feet from the pocket of her splayed thighs. He had more than enough room to wedge in and attempt to penetrate her sealed vagina, yet he did not take that opportunity. Instead, he once again turned to his partner. “Karin, get her ready for me.”
            At once, Karin leapt to her feet and backed away. “I can’t!” she outright refused. It had been enough of a chore for her to give him that short-lived blowjob! He couldn’t seriously expect her to jump down at someone else’s sex, a woman’s no less! She remembered how weird it was to taste herself when Sasuke’s soiled fingers were offered to her. “Isn’t there some other way?” she blabbered.
            Sasuke, surprisingly, did not seem too put off by her disobedience. In fact, he even smiled, and not in a pleasant way. “Very well. If that is how you feel.” He turned to Yuugao, and this time, he filled the slot in between her legs, which caused Karin to stiffen with jealousy. Sasuke was on his knees, hands slowly gliding up Yuugao’s hard, flat stomach before cupping her breasts. The Anbu inhaled sharply when he tickled the sensitive nubs at the peaks. After bumping them a bit more, Sasuke put his mouth over the left nipple and suckled. His tongue traced the brown circle before running over the nub.
            Her breasts were delightful to dote upon, but there wasn’t time enough to fully enjoy her battle-hardened body to the fullest. He gave both chocolate-colored nipples a wet kiss before he sunk lower and bowing his head to be level with her cunt. As expected of Anbu, she was able to suppress the natural reaction to physical stimulus. But even so, everyone had a breaking point, and if time was running out, he’d simply resort to the tactics he’d used on Kurenai.
            With eyes closed, he dipped his mouth in slowly, feeling Yuugao and Karin’s eyes upon him. The purple hair tickled his lips as they nuzzled her hidden pearl. He kissed her gently, trying to entice her arousal. The fists strapped to the armrest unrolled so that her fingers could grasp at the edges to help maintain her will to fight back. Sasuke’s tongue was introduced not long after his lips proved ineffectual. The slick muscle ran up her slit and flicked over her hooded clit. Again, Yuugao refused to give into the pleasure slowly bubbling at her nether regions. She closed her eyes in meditation, taking in deep and calming breaths.
            Stubborn little thing, Sasuke consented. He would not have his third attempt at impregnation be foiled due to reinforcements; Inuzuka Tsume would be taken care of in a matter time. With unrelenting determination, he burrowed his lips against her pussy and lapped at her.
            All the while, Karin watched. Her arms came around to hug herself against the bitter pangs of envy and anger. The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end and an uncomfortable heat spread down her spine. Watching Sasuke bury his face against that woman’s crotch, trying desperately to make her want him, it was infuriating. But when his eye peeked open only to stare at her, she knew he was doing this for exactly that reason: to annoy her. So he didn’t take physical matters to punish her, but he might as well have now that she had this gut-wrenching feeling in the pit of her stomach.
            Well, if he was going to play that way…! “Hmph! Move over, Sasuke,” she blurted out, storming from her spot at the side. “I’ll do it!”
            Sasuke’s saliva-wet lips came away from Yuugao’s snatch, smirking at her obedience. He knew she would submit eventually. He brought himself away to yield the spot to Karin, who looked like she would roll up her sleeves and lunge into work. “A change of heart?” he asked.
            Karin remained somewhat flustered, but answered boldly, “It’s just taking too much time. If… we both work together, we can finish up this quicker!” Not so boldly, she went down to resume the space Sasuke had occupied. Her lens flickered in the candlelight as she eyed the spot she was intended to lick. The purple forest of hair was rather attractive, she had to admit, but to show her affection with her mouth was a bit off-putting.
            “We’ve no time to waste,” Sasuke told her, his hand suddenly latching on her head and pressing her forward. “Hurry.” He heard Karin whimper, but she inevitably latched her mouth to Yuugao’s sex, ready to ‘learn by doing’. Fortunately, as a woman, she was aware of certain techniques that could spark the passion; she had many lonely nights to explore her own pleasures. Sure enough, they were effective when Yuugao lifted her shoulders in tension and a slight stain of red crossed her cheeks. A lovely specimen, and – if he were to be honest – one he did not expect to have a run-in with.
            Now that Karin was taking care of her nether regions, Sasuke could indulge himself. The hand that was once atop Karin’s had come up to settle against Yuugao’s, turning her to face him. She glared hatefully at him and that damned smirk. Her head was then angled to face his cock, and she knew just what he wanted from her. “Suck” was all he said.
            Yuugao immediately pulled away, her long hair flowing. “I will not,” she spat at him. Her head thrashed when he clasped, this time fisting in her hair.
            “I warn you: if you don’t, I’ll shove a Chidori blade down your throat instead,” he whispered menacingly. He knew death did not scare the Anbu, but there was that tricky matter of village loyalty. “And I’ll drop your body on the steps of Kumogakure.”
            This was a more reasonable threat. If they were to die, Anbu would find some way to destroy their bodies with them to prevent anyone from somehow stealing secrets from their corpses. And the Kumo were the bastards who sought the secrets of Konoha forces more than anyone else.
            She growled softly when the cock was presented to her mouth a second time. “Bastard,” she hissed. She trembled with rage, but there was no helping it; in defeat, her mouth opened for Sasuke’s cock to invade. She grimaced when he slid in smoothly. Submission was better than death; at least she’d live to fight another day without revealing anything to the enemy. It was hard not to bite down with all of her might, though, if only to see him writhe with pain seconds before he ended her life.
            The phallus moved in, hitching slightly as it neared the back of her throat. Natural reflexes were easily subdued by Anbu forces, but it was still a little uncomfortable when she felt the tip smear pre-cum against the wall of her esophagus.
            Karin couldn’t say she was pleased with how things turned out, but at least she was proving herself useful to Sasuke. Now, with her attention divided, Yuugao was helpless when trying to combat the pleasure. The first traces of nectar were detected by Karin’s taste buds, and then she discovered that the folds were blossoming open. With her labia vulnerable, Yuugao was now at the mercy of Karin’s dancing tongue. Smirking victoriously, Karin put a thumb on either side of the vagina to pull the lips apart and delve her tongue within. Given the proper excitement – such as dominance – Karin could excel at anything. Like a kitten, she ran her tongue in long, but quick swaths across Yuugao’s moistened snatch. Often, she would tend to the erect pearl that had Yuugao tensing uncontrollably.
            Damn them both! Yuugao kept her eyes shut as she moved her head back and forth on Sasuke’s rigid cock, listening to his soft, degrading words. All the while, it felt like her sex had become on fire and was soothed only by the moist tongue massaging her folds. When she was deemed wet enough, Yuugao felt two of Karin’s fingers wedge into her, thrusting carefully until she became accustomed to a steady rhythm. To add to the assault was Sasuke’s hand fondling her gorgeous breasts, squeezing them one after the other, sometimes twisting the nipple to extract a groan from her throat.
            At last, Karin extracted her fingers. She gave the gooey substance clinging to them an abhorrent look; she’d be sure to wash up the first chance she got. Keeping her hand stretched away from her, she looked up at Sasuke, wiped her mouth with her clean – or cleaner – hand, and said that Yuugao was ready.
            At this declaration, Sasuke’s cock was plucked from Yuugao’s mouth, and she sputtered to get the wretched taste out. Her attitude did not matter as Sasuke positioned himself before her, knees bending so that he could line himself up with her slick entrance. Her fingers tightened at the end of the armrests. She glanced down at her sex when she felt the blunt cockhead grazing her nether lips and clit. When it was glazed with her seeping juices, he was set against the hole. The moment she cursed at him, he penetrated her, nice and slow so that she could experience every inch inserted. Her breath hitched, but her scowl only deepened.
            She had read that this Uchiha had been disturbed as a child after Itachi defected from Konoha, but she and everyone else never dreamed that this was what he’d become. Kakashi had spoken so favorably about him when lounging about the memorial stone that held Obito’s and Hayate’s names. Now, that very student was piercing her in a way she had missed for three long years.
            She exhaled harshly when she felt him bump against the passage to her womb. He applied some pressure, but did not try to puncture and invade the precious chamber. Her tight walls flexed around him, welcoming the object that was not a pair of desperate fingers seeking to relive the passionate nights with Hayate. After he pulled back, he hesitated, and then rushed back into her with jarring force. As her body shook, supple breasts leaping from impact, Yuugao gasped. Again, Sasuke drew back to the tip, and then charged inward to rock her.
            Soon, he was at a steady and powerful rhythm, hands clutching at her arms to keep the chair from rolling under his gyrating hips. Yuugao never felt like this before: unable to do anything to affect the motions of sex, powerless to do anything but be fucked! She bit back a moan to avoid seeming weak, though her snatch had divulged all of her inner turmoil. Vaginal muscles churned like the waves of an angry ocean, trying to pull Sasuke further in every time he pulled back from it.
            The chair squeaked metrically as its occupant rocked back and forth from the Uchiha’s thrusts. Karin wanted to kick the stupid seat, or at least put some oil in it to soothe the creaking of his frame. She felt bad enough that she had to watch Sasuke looming over another woman, pounding her with all the vitality he had given to her earlier. Yet, at the same time, she was unwilling to put her stare anywhere else. Ah~, Sasuke was beautiful. Such a look of concentration and passion on his beautiful face, his lightly-muscled frame glistening with sweat, his cock vanishing over and over again into the sopping-wet crevice splitting the purple curls, a crevice that she herself had prepared for his intrusion.
            Yuugao cringed, bearing against every pound from Sasuke’s driving hips, fucking her with a passion she’d never known before. Moans were transformed into hard, gruff grunts that came out in time with each thrust. Gods, he was relentless! Her cervix felt like it would bruise under the constant assault, but it never actually hurt. If anything, that, along with the stimulation given to her clitoris when his pelvis rammed against hers, was steering her to grand completion. As if knowing that her breaking point was almost upon her, Sasuke’s right hand came up from her bound forearm to palm her jiggling tit, massaging it and its brown center.
            “Ugn…! No…” Yuugao held her breath for a moment than exhaled all at once when her orgasm hit. Her breath became labored and her hips involuntarily tried to rise up from the cushioned seat to buck against Sasuke. The Uchiha was forced to come to a stop when the walls became unbearably tight, squeezing him as tightly as she could manage to drain him of his seed.
            An enticing offer, but Sasuke declined, retracting entirely from Yuugao’s astringent depths to leave her shamefully wanting. He held himself steady, though he appeared out of breath and struggling to keep his cock from getting too excited as it throbbed; Karin believed for a moment that she would get to witness an accidental spurt that would be wasted on the floor rather than impregnating this Anbu.
            “Karin,” panted Sasuke, looking over at her. He reached out. “Your arm…”
            At a time like this? Karin nonetheless pulled up her lavender sleeve and offered her healing-skin to him. His teeth didn’t sink in too deep, but it still aroused her just to have his mouth on him. She’d already grown uncomfortably hot while watching Sasuke fuck Yuugao.
            She expected him to callously drop her arm and be done with her; instead, he pulled her in front of him and forced her to bend over the panting Anbu. She did not think he was going to do what she thought until he brutally tore down her shorts, exposing her arousal and ass to him. Stammering at this turn of events, Karin cast worried eyes back at him. “What are you doing, Sasuke?!”
            “Get up on the seat. Straddle her,” Sasuke ordered, his breath now even and his cock throbbing less. He wanted to hold back his ejaculation, which explained sucking on Karin’s chakra. Not wanting to incur his wrath, or excited to know what he had in mind, Karin scooted up and crowded Yuugao on the chair. When comfortable, red pubic hair mingled with purple, one pussy stacked upon another for Sasuke to choose at his leisure. “Obedience has its rewards,” he told Karin, as she was his first pick.
            She cried out when he slipped inside of her, mixing Yuugao’s juices into her. Her back arched, pushing her smaller breasts against the woman still recovering beneath her. She felt his hands holding onto the cheeks of her ass as he started to move in and out of her. Anything for Sasuke, she wanted to scream! Anything!
            Her backside was nice, cushiony, but still toned. Sasuke enjoyed massaging them, though his exploration eventually led him to tracing the crevice of her butt with his thumb. She jerked when he ventured to a particular area that she was not fond of having touched by another. Gasping, she said as sweat poured down her face, “Sasuke! That’s my…! Ahn!” He made a violent jab that kept her from speaking. Caring about nothing else but pleasure, Karin allowed his thumb to press against that hole.
            His moans were deep and heavy. She still felt so tight around him, even after their earlier romp. If he was not careful, she would steal his load before he had a chance to pull out. Even so, he tested his luck by pounding against her ass in full abandon.
            However, the indescribable feeling of him sliding in and out of her eventually left. Desperately, she looked back at him, steadying her glasses when they slid. “Why?” she breathed.
            Sasuke did not provide an answer, for it should be obvious. He adjusted his hips and moved forward; Yuugao then cried in response as she was penetrated once again. She cursed and protested, but Sasuke wouldn’t be stopped. The chair rocked anew, this time harder than before now that the weight had practically doubled. Karin stared down at the woman’s face, her red lips spreading wide as cries of pleasure escaped her. Sasuke could be heard behind Karin, grunting and hissing as he prepared to fill his target with semen and give her a child.
            Before this could happen, he once again alternated vaginas, slipping back into Karin before she even found out that he had vacated Yuugao. She whined his name, moaning helplessly as he fucked her against the purple-haired kunoichi. The orgasm was almost upon her, but Sasuke hurried her climax with something she was not prepared for. The thumb that had been at her anus, gently rubbing the hole, had tensed before sinking in, plugging the passage and massaging the walls beyond. “No~,” she groaned out when the entire digit pushed in. He moved it slowly, allowing her time to adjust to this strange feeling. Fortunately, it did not take her long to find the pleasure needed for orgasmic bliss. The foreign sensation of his probing thumb was just the extra oomph that rocketed her towards release. Her pussy became violent with spasms that weakened Sasuke’s stamina considerably.
            He could not linger, unless he wished to pour his essence into Karin a second time to heighten the chances of an already-likely conception. He pulled out with a gasp. It was too late for the first shot, as it sprung out to stain Karin’s pubic hair and mingle with Yuugao’s. Holding himself at the base, hissing from the pain of delaying a discharge, he plunged all the way into Yuugao’s satisfied pussy until he was firmly against her cervix. He unleashed his cock and almost howled as he came, throwing his head back as augmented semen passed from his body into Yuugao’s.
            Yuugao mewled at the feeling of wave after wave of heat spilling into her. She could vaguely detect the trace of chakra helping the sperm on its path to a fertile egg, but she hardly had any thought at all after such an orgasm. Being that Anbu repressed their feelings, when they surfaced, it was sometimes too much for them to handle.
            Spent of his load, satisfied with what he had deposited in one of Itachi’s former peers, Sasuke retreated. His cock, slippery and limp, fell against his thigh. Karin was allowed a moment to recuperate, though she slid off of Yuugao, not feeling too comfortable lying against her. The two Taka allowed themselves several minutes to collect themselves before wordlessly gathering their belongings and getting dressed.
            “So…” Karin gestated after pulling her shorts on; she mopped up the mess at her groin with some tissues held within a cabinet, which Sasuke also took advantage of. “What’s next? Are we heading to the battlefield?”
            Sasuke finished tying his rope-belt and set his sword at his back. He hesitated in thought, and then made for the exit. “We will remain in Konoha a while longer,” he told her. “There are still a few targets I can take advantage of. I cannot be dismissive if I want to revive the Uchiha clan.”
            Karin twisted her lips in a scowl. Hopefully he wouldn’t forget that she was the first woman picked to head off this little operation of his; and she willingly would bear his child.
            “Do you intend to leave me here?”
            Both Sasuke and Karin turned about to see Yuugao glaring hatred and revenge at them. “I will get free, Uchiha,” she swore to him. “Do you expect I will not seek you out once again?” She struggled again, wishing to clasp her hands around Sasuke’s neck. All she succeeded in doing was making her naked breasts flounder.
            Karin pursed her lips. It was true. What would they do with her? Obviously, Sasuke did not want to kill her, especially now that she contained the makings of a baby Uchiha.
            On the other hand, Sasuke did not seem daunted by her threats. He merely smirked and approached her. Of course he wouldn’t just leave her here for Tsume to find later. Like Kurenai, he would ensure that she wasn’t aware of what happened. His Sharingan flickered to activation, and Yuugao immediately closed her eyes to avoid the hypnotic stare. It was useless, for Sasuke need only pry one eye open to gain access to her senses. The moment she caught sight of the bizarre eye-design, she felt dizzy and sleepy. As her brown eyes closed, she only registered Sasuke’s simple command: “You will forget…”
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