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A Lewd New World	By : EvilFuzzy Category: Naruto > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 74834 -:- Recommendations : 12 -:- Currently Reading : 24
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A Lewd New World
A Naruto smutbunny
By
EvilFuzzy9

WARNING: This fanfic depicts activities of an adult nature between characters who would be minors in the real world. The author of this fic does not endorse such things being done by minors in real life, and in fact strongly discourages minors from reading this, and also from participating in any and all such activities until they are at the age of majority/consent as defined in the laws or customs of their state or principality.
(this chapter is way more plot than sex)

Naruto consummated his marriage most happily. He made sweet, tender love to Hinata, Sasuki, Sakura, and Gaara. He attended to the needs of their aching, glowing bodies, filling them up with the warmth of his chakra.
He caressed their bosoms, swollen and tender from pregnancy. He kissed them lovingly, passionately, on the lips, the cheeks, the neck. He took care of them, and showed them his love, pleasuring the mothers of his unborn children.
It really struck Naruto that he was going to be a father. Sure, these were far from the first children he had sired, but these children would be his responsibility. It would be his duty to teach and raise and love them.
Something about this thought just made him feel so incredibly happy.
"I love you girls," he said, smiling at his newlywed wives. They were lying on a large bed in the Uzumaki manor, one specially prepared for them by Tsunade and Naruto's parents.
Sakura blushed, and she wrapped her arms over Naruto's broad shoulders. The swell of her abdomen pressed ever so slightly into the blond's side. Her small breasts were not so small anymore, a high B or low C-cup mashing delightfully against Naruto's lean but muscular biceps.
"We love you too, dear," she whispered, her cheeks a shade deeper than her hair. Emerald eyes glittered in the dim light, and the smile of those lips had to be one of the most beautiful things in the world.
"Indeed, more than anything," agreed Hinata, embracing Naruto from the opposite side. She planted a soft kiss on his cheek, trailing skilled fingers across his firm pectorals. Naruto could feel the smallest heartbeat inside her belly, the growth of a life in the Hyuuga's womb incredibly accelerated by the potency of his Yang chakra.
Sasuki smiled up at Naruto, laying her back across his legs.
"I wouldn't trade this life for anything," she whispered. "Things as they are now... I hope it never changes."
Gaara, who was curled up at Naruto's feet, gave Sasuki the slightest look.
"It's like a dream come true, isn't it?" she murmured. "It's so much better this way..."
Naruto let out a soft, cheerful laugh.
"How else would it be?" he said dismissively. "I love you girls! Nothing could ever change that."
Sasuki blushed, glancing away from Naruto. Gaara's smile now seemed oddly strained.
"Is that so...?" said the latter. A moment passed, and her expression became one of relief, contentment. "I see. That's good to hear. It makes me so happy..."
"Thank you, Naruto," whispered Sasuki. "We really do love you... I really do love you." She snuggled a little more into him. "I always have, even if I didn't always realize it."
"It's so good to have you home, Naruto," said Hinata, kissing him again. "This really is where you belong... please, never leave us."
"It's all for you," Sakura added, mirroring Hinata's kiss. "Everything we do... we do for you. All for you."
Naruto smiled dreamily, surrounded by some of the women he loved most in the world. He felt warm, indescribably content. These were his wives, the mothers of his unborn children.
He was going to be a father.
He was going to be Hokage.
"Life is good," he said absentmindedly. "Isn't it, Sasuke...?"
It wouldn't be until much, much later that Naruto realized the slip of his tongue. It would be even longer still before he began to question why the name Sasuke seemed to flow so much more naturally from his lips.

It was so nice spending time with his wives. Naruto found himself almost wishing he could do nothing BUT.
Unfortunately however, the show must go on, and Naruto still had a mission to attend to. So after bidding his brides farewell, he used the revolving hiraishin to once more swap places with his shadow clone.
Miraiya gave the blond a sly grin, noting the slight flicker of motion which indicated the switch between him and his shadow clone.
"How'd it go?" she inquired, giving her pupil a distinctly more than friendly pat on the bum.
"It was wonderful," Naruto said, smiling wistfully.
Mikoto all but squealed in joy.
"Oooh! So you're my son-in-law, now?" she gushed, skipping gaily up and throwing her arms around Naruto's shoulders. "Fire alive, that gets me so hot!"
She mashed her modest bosom into Naruto's side, a hand going down to his groin. Mikoto fondled him gleefully; she enthusiastically molested her daughter's hunk of a husband.
Naruto blushed the slightest bit, getting hard. He felt Mikoto slip a hand down the front of his trousers, and he shivered at the touch of her fingers against his confined, swelling shaft.
"Soooo," he said, groaning a bit as Mikoto began to stroke him off. "You guys... ung... get any leads on the... ohhh damn... Akatsuki, while I was gone...?"
His chest rose and fell with heavy, panting breaths. Mikoto had the most delighted expression conceivable on her face as she zealously groped Naruto's growing erection. Miraiya was entertaining herself, as well, with a generous handful of the blond's firm, muscular ass.
Asuka, a little ways off from the trio, shook her head and smiled.

The air was dry. The sun beat down on their heads, a fierce wind tearing at long black cloaks.
It reminded her of home. The place she had once called home.
Not that she still felt any fondness for that place. No, she had let it go long ago. She had cast aside all feelings of homesickness, discarded all sentimentality. The things of this world were fleeting, impermanent. The progression of time was an inexorable march toward entropy and decay.
Such fragile, delicate things as flowers did not bloom in the desert. Such fleeting, short-lived beauty had no place in her life.
A landscape of change was not for her. The shifting sands were never the same, always different. There were no rocks, no solid foundations to which she could cling. Not there. Not here.
She despised variables, and yet chaos seemed to be the one true constant in her life.
Such a contradictory existence was humanity.
Such a paradoxical thing, was she.
"I hate to be kept waiting," said one of the Akatsuki, gazing down the brim of her hat at the quartet of Konoha shinobi who appeared now before them. "We've been expecting you for some days, now."
"Heh. Don't be so hard on them, yeah?" came the casual, irreverent tone of the first Akatsuki's partner. The blonde removed her straw hat, revealing a fair, young face with softly angled features. "It's not like we left them an RSVP, or anything."
The first woman scowled softly at the blonde, and she removed her own hat. Her head was crowned with short scarlet hair; her eyes were sharply focused. Her skin was pale, without flush or sweat even in this hot and biting wind. Her face showed no imperfections, impossibly perfect.
She looked almost like a porcelain doll, with a timeless yet strangely delicate beauty; like a physical representation of the unattainable ideal.
Mikoto Uchiha smiled, looking up at the two girls who stood above them on the low, stony butte.
"So these are Akatsuki?" she remarked, tracing her eyes up and down their bodies. Though they were covered by those cloaks, Mikoto's sharingan could pick up on how the fabric moved against their figures in the wind, noting the slight implications of various hills and valleys.
She licked her lips, pleased by what she saw.
Miraiya grinned rakishly, gathering roughly the same data as Mikoto through sheer pervert power.
"Those are some pretty nice figures," she remarked, crossing arms beneath her legendary bosom. "Seems a damn shame to hide them under all those clothes."
Miraiya waggled her eyebrows suggestively, and Naruto couldn't help but snigger agreeably.
"I know, right?" he said, giving the two Akatsuki lasses a playful wink. "They'd look great in some Sasame-style, wouldn't they?"
Mikoto purred.
"Mmm, but I'd say just about anyone would look sexy, dressed like that," she said, wiggling her hips.
Asuka sighed and shook her head. She was in a neutral stance, hands at her sides, but her body was subtly tensed. She was visibly at the ready, preparing to leap into action at a moment's notice if things should happen to go south.
"These girls are dangerous. Don't let your guard down," she warned, absentmindedly slipping her fingers into the grips of her trench knives.
The redhead looked down at Asuka, and her eyes glinted. Though she did not smile, there was a hint of lofty amusement in her glimmering, turquoise lamps; her face was fixed, stony, but those eyes could communicate all the emotion in the world, if they so wished.
The blonde laughed, though, and raised an arm in a dismissive gesture. The sleeve of her cloak flapped with the movement, and the slender fingers of an artisan were briefly exposed.
"You are of the Sarutobi clan, aren't you?" said the redhead, looking down at Asuka. She remained motionless, her eyes coldly analyzing the tomboyish brunette.
"And if I am?"
The redhead looked at Asuka. Her face was unnervingly expressionless as she tilted her head, cocking it almost quizzically as she appraised the Leaf jonin.
"But of course you are," the redhead continued, speaking as if she hadn't heard Asuka. "Yes, there is no doubt about it, is there? I have three different Sarutobi in my collection, and you bear a certain common resemblance with all of them. But I wonder if you are as notable a kunoichi as they were?"
"Whoa, now, doll face!" came the blonde's airy laugh, a husky voice tinkling musically in mirth. "Don't get too excited, hmm? This might be the first good play we've had in a while, and I wouldn't want you jumping the gun!"
"Nonsense, Deidara," said the redhead, her expression not changing. "I am prompt, but not hasty. Art takes time."
A grin quirked the corner of Deidara's lips.
"Art, eh? That what you calling your sex dolls now, Sasori?"
"Hmph. Do not conflate our motives," said Sasori, raising a hand in a dismissive gesture. "I am not some base thrill seeker like yourself. I aspire to a higher standard, a true ideal."
Deidara laughed, and shook her head.
"Art is passion!" she declared, gesturing theatrically. "It is motion and life! The burning spirit of the artist flows forth into her work, it inspires those who behold it! Art is breath and blood, the fire of the soul, a microcosm of humanity! Art is love, a reflection of womankind's true nature. And a woman's heart is a fickle thing, her passions fleeting and impulsive."
"Perhaps your heart is like that, Deidara," Sasori muttered, stony faced. "But you are still young and immature. Sorrow deepens beauty, the sublime melancholy of long brooding and yearning. It is through time and loss that wisdom comes, and a wise heart is a beautiful one. Such is true beauty, true art. I create lasting monuments to wisdom and beauty, sorrow and bitterness."
"We are as mayflies, our lives like the flames of candles," retorted Deidara, arms crossed over her chest. "In the face of eternity, even the grandest of monuments will inevitably crumble into dust! To strive against the inexorable march of time is folly; only by EMBRACING the brevity of human existence can one create true art!"
"Again with your tiresome rhetoric, Deidara..." Sasori drawled, rolling her eyes. She raised a hand in a flourish of subtle gesticulation. "You spout this nihilistic, fatalistic drivel in attempt to make yourself sound intelligent, but you have no true understanding. You parrot the words of philosophers without giving thought to their meaning. You are a fool, the epitome of modern arrogance."
"You're the arrogant one, baby doll! No matter what you say, even your art will rot away after a century or two. That body won't last you forever, hm!"
Naruto and Asuka sweatdropped, watching the two Akatsuki kunoichi descend into bickering.
"I... don't really get what they're talking about..." the blond mumbled, feeling sheepish.
"Neither do I, honestly..." Asuka sighed, giving him a comforting pat on the bum. "I don't really get art."
"I am no fool, Deidara. Nor am I deluded," replied Sasori with a sharp glance. "Left alone, ill cared for, of course even the most magnificent of artwork will inevitably fall into disrepair and dilapidation. But with a devoted caretaker, and proper maintenance, decay can be forestalled – perhaps indefinitely."
Deidara snorted.
"Only a fool would want to live forever."
"That's just your opinion."
Mikoto beamed up at the pair.
"Ooh," she cooed, wiggling delightedly. "Now kiss and make up!" She puckered her lips suggestively.
Sasori seemed to bristle at this, but Deidara laughed heartily.
"Even disagreements are only temporary, mm?" said the blonde, a thoughtful smile on her face. She flung an arm over her partner's shoulder, and pressed the palm of her other hand quite suddenly against the redhead's mouth.
Wet smooching sounds reached the quartet down below. Miraiya's eyebrows rose up into her hairline, and Naruto's trousers got the earliest beginnings of a bulge.
"Kinky," remarked Asuka, delicately quirking a single, slender eyebrow. She cocked her hips to one side, resting a hand at her flank.
Mikoto actually blushed, and she giggled huskily.
"My! So this is how the Akatsuki does things~?" she cooed. "Heehee, I'm starting to wish Itami-chan had joined them!"
This statement was, to the Leaf shinobi, rather innocuous as far as things the Uchiha matron was wont to say. It wasn't exceptionally sexual or suggestive, certainly not by Mikoto's standards. She said things more shocking than that on a regular basis – this was really quite tame.
You would not have thought this, however, from the way Deidara reacted.
The blonde's expression immediately changed, her one visible eye widening eerily. Her nostrils flared, and her cheeks grew flushed. Her head swiveled slowly on her shoulders, turning to face Mikoto.
Deidara stared at the woman, her expression livid.
"You... know... that... Itami bitch?!" she snarled, gnashing her teeth. Deidara immediately withdrew her hands from Sasori (who wiped the spittle from her lips with the back of her sleeve) and thrust them into her pockets.
Naruto and Miraiya noticed the briefest glimpses of flashing white in the midst of peach colored flesh, a dark rift in the palm of her hand.
"Yes..." said Mikoto slowly. "She's my daughter."
Deidara's expression became faintly deranged at this statement, a wild gleam kindling in her eye.
"Your daughter, you say...? That bitch is your daughter? You gave birth to that arrogant fucking cunt...?" Deidara smiled, breathing heavily. A toothy rictus split her face, and she withdrew her hands from her pockets. A strange, chewing sound was faintly audible. "But then, that would make you an Uchiha, too, wouldn't it?"
"It would," said Mikoto. Her voice was low, a hint of soft menace in her tone. Onyx pools turned crimson. "What of it?"
Deidara snarled at the sight of Mikoto's sharingan, and she flung her arms wide. She threw her head back and let out a wild howl.
"Those damn eyes...!" she cried out, lumps of white flying in an arc from her hands. Her fingers wove together, clapping sharply into a handseal. "...are a fucking eyesore!"
Deidara's chakra flared. Sasori shook her head and sighed.
"KATSU!"
It was not a good start to negotiations.

A/N: The ending of this chapter took a different direction from my original intentions, but it probably makes more sense as a reason for why the plot I have planned out winds up taking place. Especially as far as this particular duo.
Negotiations can break down very easily if you aren't careful! ;)
On another note, we are definitely well past the halfway point with this fic. Hehehe, it'll probably get stretched out in the writing, but as of my current plans there is just this and one more arc left. But the Akatsuki arc is sure to be full of twists and turns for all of us – even me, the writer!
"Before a hurricane, the immovable oak will shatter, where the yielding willow endures."
Updated: 5-9-14
TTFN and R&R!
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EDIT: (12-1-14)
WELLLL THEN. Guess whose home router is no longer blocking AFF?
Yyup. I can now post the rest of A Lewd New World onto this site for everyone to enjoy! And there are probably plenty of other smut fics I've done that I've half forgotten about...
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