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Sasuke the Conqueror	By : Ronin Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 145431 -:- Recommendations : 7 -:- Currently Reading : 11
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Chapter List
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Chapter 4
Of Loss and Lust
Months before making a conquest of Kushina, Sasuke was still on his mission of revenge, out to kill his brother. His journey had taken him to dark places, forced him to make allies of enemies, and gather new enemies to his side, the group called Taka. After sacrificing much, learning dark arts, he had finally meet Itachi in battle. And now, his brother was dead, and not even truly by Sasuke’s own hand. After it had happened, he wondered what had it all been for? Was Konoha truly his enemy now?
Sasuke had wandered Amegakure, his Akatsuki cloak keeping him safe from the unending rain. This place, with its clouds and its cold metal spires was no home of his. But the same could possibly be said of Konoha. Standing on the rim of a building, he looked up at the largest tower, with its four faces, one of which Pain had often sat on. They were supposed to be on a mission, Pain and the girl Konan. He wondered if they’d any success.
As if in answer to his thoughts, there was a rustle of movement. Bounding atop the pipes that connected the buildings, a figure in a cloak similar to his approached. But just one, which didn’t bode well. Akatsuki operated in teams. Not in every aspect, of course, but something seemed likely to be amiss. Sasuke narrowed his eyes, trying to get a better view of the figure. They paused for a moment, and he spotted a few details-a white flower, blue/purple hair. That was enough for him to draw a conclusion-Konan, the right middle finger of Akatsuki, master of paper ninjitsu.
She seemed to spot him as well, and pointed up, at the tower he had been contemplating before. The four-faced seat of Pain’s might, tallest edifice in all the village. Tensing his legs, he pounced into action as she did into the same, following her through the metal walkways, keeping his balance effortlessly. He wondered what had happened with Pain, and if they were to be joined by the rest of Akatsuki. Not for the first time, he wondered why he didn't just sever all ties with the organization, burn this blasted cloak and be done with it. But where would he go? He had never stopped to think that he was doing anything but the right thing, but now, doubts were beginning to enter Sasuke’s mind. Worse than doubts, regrets.
With a final leap, Sasuke ascended to Pain’s tower, alighting upon the tongue. Konan was already there, golden eyes flecked with steel and wrath.
“This is your fault.” Her voice was not what one would call fraught with emotion, but for her any emotion was quite an outburst.
“Indirectly or not, it is because of you Nagato is dead.”
It took just a few moments for Sasuke to connect the dots. Nagato was what she had called Pain. And then, obviously, Pain was dead. And somehow it was his fault, according to her anyway.
He wouldn’t have predicted it, but he wasn’t terribly surprised either. Naruto seemed to have as many lives as that beast of his had tails. Even Sasuke had underestimated him in the past, and that just seemed to lead to defeat one way or another, luck or not.
“Naruto killed Pai-“
She slapped him. It was a sharp, crisp sound, the clean lines of his cheekbone colliding with the flat of her palm. Sasuke turned his head slightly, much more irritated than he was physically hurt.
“His name was Nagato. And he is dead because you failed to kill a stupid, foolish, idiot of a ninja.” Her voice grew more wracked with sorrow word by word. Konan didn’t know if anger or anguish would overtake her first.
Sasuke turned to face her, a few strands of coal hair askew, shading his face. “I know how you feel.”
That stopped her, for a moment. Konan had almost raised her hand to strike again. “You lost your brother, I’m well aware. But this is different. You were trying to kill him.”
Sasuke’s head hung lower, his voice somewhat contrite. “I was wrong. I…was working under a misapprehension. My reasons for trying to kill him were wrong.”
He stepped towards her. Konan stepped back-at this close she didn’t know if she would feel the need to hit him, or he her.
“So I know how you feel. You rage-I’ve felt it before. But it is just a mask.” Sasuke moved forward again, cloak rustling about him. Konan again retreated, moving her back closer to the wall of the tower, the open view of the village beyond her left side.
“What is truly beneath your anger, for Naruto-“ He paused as he saw the effect merely speaking his name had. Her fists clenched, and her cheeks flushed, bright red with anger again.
“Is sadness and grief. The same grief I felt for my brother. It is blinding you.”
Konan shook her head, drawing back even further. She felt the stone of the tower’s inner edge through her cloak. She would have brought her hands up defensively, but she didn’t think Sasuke meant her any harm. What his purpose truly was, she was not sure of.
“I can not speak for you, Konan, but for myself I know there is little I would not do to rid myself of my-“, He broke off. It was clear to her he had been about to say ‘pain.’
“Sadness. And you?”
Konan nodded but once, feeling confidence again. This strange Uchiha boy had put her off her guard-he was nearly as odd as his brother had been-but she thought she understood what was happening here. He was closer to her now, well within arm’s length, eyes peering into her own. They were much the same height, and their gazes connected firmly, almost…longingly, Konan thought.
“There is nothing I wouldn’t do to rid myself of this pain. But what can be done?” It was a rhetorical question, one to which Konan thought there was no answer. Little did she know Sasuke had something in mind.
“This.” He said, as if that explained any and everything. He leaned forward, one arm on the stone wall behind her. Sasuke’s lips pressed against her own, forceful but not harsh, firm, somewhat insistent. Konan was surprised, but somewhere in the back of her mind, she had thought something like this might be in the offering. Her mind, cool, rational-so much like Sasuke's own-realized what he was trying to do. Their sorrow, their pain, was ingrained deep within them, and it would not be dislodged easily from either of their hearts. It required decisive, extreme action.
Konan surprised herself by responding to the kiss, moving her face gently against Sasuke's, lips parting and her tongue slowly sliding forth. Sasuke’s own tongue met hers, his face tilting as their bodies moved closer together. The cold metal of her labret piercing pressed against his own chin, and Konan leant into him, her right hand sliding up along his back to idly play in the soft strands of his hair.
Breaking the kiss for a moment, Sasuke stepped back, once again meeting Konan’s gaze. Her breath was quickened as her hands moved to her cloak, unzipping it with hands that were suddenly not as nimble as ever. Sasuke followed suit, discarding his own Akatsuki garb.
“Done with this,” Konan said, letting the clothing fall beneath her. With significance, she removed the ring from her middle finger. Yahiko, her first love, was dead. Nagato had now joined him, and the organization they’d started no longer had any meaning for her. Her future was uncertain. But her present…was looking up.
Bereft of their bulky cloaks, Sasuke and Konan rushed back to meet each other, their kiss more passionate this time, deeper. Konan moaned softly as Sasuke ran a firm hand along the exposed flesh of her toned midsection. His fingers dance along her piercings, even tracing along her belly-button for a minute, eliciting soft involuntary laughter from Konan as the two continue to plunder each other’s mouths. Who would have thought the stoic Uchiha could be this playful?
Konan placed her hands on Sasuke’s chest, feeling the firm expanse of his muscles, the youthful skin warm and supple against her fingertips. This boy was half her age.
Sasuke admired the curves of Konan’s body, exploring with her hands. He was surprised her breasts were so large, in the undergarment she wore, they spilled out on the sides, bulging at the black fabric, nipples straining as they hardened. Rubbing a thumb against one of Konan’s sensitive nubs, Sasuke’s other hand reached the zipper just above Konan’s collarbones. He paused, waiting for something.
Konan bit slightly at Sasuke’s neck, her breath hot on her skin as she moaned a whisper to him.
“Please, Sasuke. Help me forget this pain.”
Eager to be free of his own negative feelings, Sasuke tugged down on the zipper, slowly, pulling jaggedly on the little piece of metal, stopping and starting. The pale expanse of Konan’s skin, so long hidden from the world, was tantalizingly exposed to Sasuke, inch by inch. Pushing the cold metal against Konan’s rapidly heating body, Sasuke drew a moan from the woman as their lower bodies pressed together, his rapidly hardening erection pressing against Konan’s covered crotch. Konan moved her hips, grinding their bodies together, feeling herself begin to moisten as her arousal grew.
With one final tug, Sasuke freed Konan’s heaving tits, which hung high and proud on her body. As Sasuke removed his own shirt, Konan’s fingers tore at the thin fabric around her neck, removing her top entirely. Sasuke approached her breasts gently, cupping the large orbs in his hands, feeling their firmness, the surprising weight of them. Konan sighed at his touches, hands working at the waistband of her pants. She wanted this, wanted him¸ now, the sooner to make her feel good, make her feel anything but sad and numb. Sasuke felt much the same way, his head moving on her breasts like a metronome, licking, kissing and sucking at every scrap of skin he could find. His teeth caught one of Konan’s nipples as her chest heaved, scraping the swollen meat of her nipple gently, a small little act of sensual torture that caused Konan’s eyes to close, tousling her hand in Sasuke’s hair. She reached down with her free hand, pushing aside Sasuke’s pants, and then his underwear. Konan wore none, and as Sasuke finished helping her step out of her own pants, their hands moved with a frenzy.
Sasuke’s fingers trailed along the folds of Konan’s shaved pussy, gathering moisture on his fingertips, feeling the heat and need of her inner body pulsing against his hand. Konan wrapped a hand around Sasuke’s shaft, letting out a soft gasp, mixed surprise and pleasure as she felt its girth. She tilted her head to get a better view as Sasuke continued sucking greedily at her tits, and saw that her hand didn’t cover half of Sasuke’s length. Both of her hands wrapped around him would have still left plenty exposed. She moaned again as Sasuke plunged two fingers inside of her. It had been so long…
Tossing her head to the side, Konan closed her eyes, her back against the wall, cool winds from the outside of the tower playing along her exposed skin. She slowly, reluctantly, relinquished her grip on Sasuke’s penis as he knelt before her, bringing his mouth against the heat of her sex. Konan bit her lower lip and her fingers curled into dainty fists as Sasuke began to eat her out. Not since Yahiko had she been with a man in this way, and it had been years since she’d even kissed someone. And now this teenager, this strange, serious young man was on his knees with his face buried in her crotch, tongue swirling and flicking against her most sensitive areas. She could feel her pleasure mounting, and Konan’s cold demeanor vanished in the face of this approaching orgasm. Sasuke’s fingers and mouth were in constant motion, inside and out, his tongue sometimes joining his fingers in pushing against the tightness of her inner walls, sometimes caressing and playing with her clit, sending jolts of pleasure to Konan’s mind so strong her cheeks grew flushed. Her breath grew short as her tits jiggled, bouncing with each pleasurable gasp of air as Sasuke ground his face against her pelvis. She kept her eyes closed, daring herself to wish that Yahiko was returned to her, that it was his tongue sliding along her lips, darting inside her, his fingers kneading the flesh of her ass, that he was making her feel so-so
“Ah!” Konan gasped, her voice warcked with feeling, with real emotion that she barely recognized it. Her tone was high, her voice shot through with need. “Please-I, its so warm, I’m going to-!” She choked off her words, tossing her head again, resting against the stone wall. Sasuke merely sped up, mouth working at her pussy like it was his last meal. Making her squeal and moan, feeling the taste of her juices upon his tongue, it all took him away from the reality of his situation, his self-imposed exile from his village, the death of his brother.
“Oh, oh gooddd!” Konan yelled, hands scrabbling at the stone wall behind her back as she climaxed. Her spine went taught, and she yelled again, and again, Sasuke’s tongue making her see stars as her eyes clenched close. Softly, and without any conscious intention, she gasped a name, choking with still-fresh grief that was being washed away in waves of pleasure. “Yahiko…” She breathed into the wall.
Sasuke slowed his fingers, slowly withdrawing from Konan’s clenching, dribbling pussy. His face shone with her juices, and his tongue slipped out to catch them all, gathering the taste upon his lips, a sweet, pungent sensation. He stood up slowly, dragging his tongue up Konan’s trembling, sagging form, now somewhat propped up by the stone surface of the wall. Konan’s eyes flittered open and she did little else but open her mouth to Sasuke as he kissed her once more, tasting her own juices on his tongue. She had never tasted anything like it before-it was a dirty thought, a feeling of sexual action completely distanced from her normal polished demeanor. She was surprised by how much she liked it.
Kissing back against Sasuke, Konan felt his hardness again, trapped between their two bodies. He was so big-touching him with her hands was one thing, but now, with his turgid member so close to her pussy, which hadn’t been fucked in a long time, he seemed larger than before. She doubted she could fit the whole thing inside her. And yet, even thinking that thought brought a resurgence of enthusiasm from her. Her hips mashed against Sasuke’s, their naked bodies rubbing and slipping against each other in a sweaty embrace as she kissed him deeply, with feeling. She would at least try to take this thing.
Their kiss broke, sloppy and panting, eyes shining as they studied each other. Konan, flushed in the aftermath of her orgasm, the flower in her hair askew, naked breasts trembling, begging to be touched. Sasuke could not mask his arousal, eagerness written over his features as he placed one last, brief kiss on Konan. Almost romantic, but there was something else, something in his eyes.
He grabbed his member with one hand, guiding it against Konan’s entrance. The lips splayed out on either side of his massive cockhead, Konan inhaling with anxiety as her mind prepared to take this colossal thing inside her. Yahiko had not been a small man himself, but Konan had gone so long with only a finger or two of her own inside her that she felt as tight as young teenager again, completely not ready for this but utterly refusing to back down either.
“I’m trying to help you forget,” Sasuke said, his voice deeper than usual. The burning heat of her outer pussy against his tip was the most pleasure he’d felt in months. He placed his mouth upon her shoulder, sucking and kissing for a moment. And then, a sudden sharp bite, his teeth shaking against her skin, digging deep. Konan swooned from the unexpected pain, which only seemed to heighten her arousal, combined with the insistent pressing of Sasuke’s dick against her pussy, her barely sated need, a sexual appetite long repressed and now at last unleashed, it all worked together to make her feel ecstasy even in this rough treatment.
He kissed up from her shoulder to her neck, leaving it shiny with his saliva as tingling sensation twirled inside Konan’s mind. “But it seems I have to work a bit-“, He pushed with his hips, and Konan opened her mouth, unable to find sound as the cockhead popped inside her tight channel.
“Harder.” She couldn’t see his face, but something about his tone made him think he was smirking.
Konan’s pussy was screaming, the pleasure and sudden discomfiture were two contrasting signals inside her mind. She chose to listen to the pleasure and wiggled her hips, trying to get him to stuff more of that wonderful dick inside her. He continued moving forward, and his cock slid up inside her, soft squelching noises sounding as the air, her juices and bits of her own orgasmic fluids in her canal were forced out rudely around Sasuke’s member. Sasuke seemed to stretch her in almost painful ways, taking up all available space inside her and making room that Konan hadn’t even known she had inside herself. She couldn’t even find the air to speak, and Konan simply moaned. She had been detached for a long time, but even before then she had never felt anything quite like this.
Sasuke was still moving, and she dared to look down, to actually witness her own fucking. She couldn’t believe how much of his dick was still left outside her, and fear gnawed at her heart once more. She mastered it, as she had done for years, and gently pushed Sasuke’s head with her palm, looking at him dreamily.
“You’re right. I still remember the touch of another. Soft pleasures as we found each other in our youth, my first moments of ecstasy. Take those memories away, pound me until I forget.” Sasuke grinned this time again, and jammed the rest of his cock inside in one single, brutal motion. Her cries were swallowed up as he kissed her, hands working against her hips, the slamming of his pelvis smashing her back against the unyielding stone wall.
Fully hilted inside her, Sasuke bit down on her lower lip a bit, tugging and pulling the flesh in different directions with his teeth. “Right now,” He said, releasing her as she gasped slightly from the pain, “There’s just you and me. What came before doesn’t –ugh.” He shifted his weight, pushing her toes up off the ground. Quickly she wrapped herself around him, this angle bringing them closer together, hips mashed together with his mammoth cock buried inside her pussy.
“Matter. Just us.” Sasuke said.
He screwed her against the wall, showing no sign of restraint or consideration for her. He was gonna fuck her former lover’s ghost away from her mind, until the only name she whispered was his. Konan’s inner walls gripped him so smoothly, so wetly, barely allowing him to withdraw an inch and yet still stubbornly trying to resist as he pillaged the farthest depths of her cunt. It didn’t matter, Sasuke simply steeled himself and pushed harder, dragging moans, cries, and little yips of pleasure from Konan’s throat as he fucked her. His hands grabbed her upper back, providing him leverage to drag her forward and back upon his dick. Her vocalizations increased their pace, soft little hitching moans that seemed almost like hiccups of pleasure.
“Ah, ah, uh, you’re, ugh! So big!” She managed to get out, sweat sheening on her forehead. Sasuke held onto her firmly and stepped back, continuing his assault on her pussy. Konan swung a hand out, pushing back from the wall as she struggled to maintain her balance, breasts heaving, striking Sasuke in the face as they bounced and rippled. Sasuke merely smacked her ass sharply and then held her steady, fucking her standing up, Konan’s body wrapped around his, not wanting there to be any distance between them.
She bounced and squirmed on his prick, his strength allowing him to really ram up into her snatch now. Her ass cheeks blurred with the speed of their coupling, and Konan threw her head back.
“Oh, fuck!” She yelled, anther orgasm upon her. “Fuckin’ shit!” Juices spurted out around Sasuke’s crotch, coating the base of his dick, his pubic hair, and even dripping down onto his balls. Feeling his own release close, Sasuke held her steady as he withdrew, cock shiny and slimy with her juices.
Holding Konan by the arms, Sasuke lowered her. She didn’t collapse so much as melt down onto the floor, knees weak, legs unable to support her. She rested on her ass, looking up at him. Kona’s head rolled a little, pleasure banishing rational thought from her mind. Her eyes could barely focus, but when they did, she saw that cock again, closer to her face than ever before. It filled her field of vision, blotting out all else. The prick head was an almost angry shade of purple, and the pronounced veins that ran along the underside led to a huge, ponderous looking ball sack. Sasuke stroked his cock slightly, looking down at her body and the loopy expression on her face.
“You were quite rude to me before, in your anger and grief. You even hit me.” He chided. “Perhaps I should return the favor and not treat you too gently.”
Konan looked up at him, slightly confused-if any of that-was gently, her body thrilled to wonder what he was really capable of, how rough he could be. She nodded slightly, licking her lips. “Yes, be rough with me.” She huffed, idly pawing at her own chest, fondling her nipples in between her firm knuckles.
“You asked for it, Konan.” She felt herself grow wetter at that, hearing her new lover saying her name.
Sasuke nudged his cockhead against her lips, and Konan complied, eagerly opening her mouth-
-and then she gagged a moment later, breasts heaving with exertion as her body fought to breathe. Sasuke had plunged down into her mouth with his member, burying over half of his length inside her. Her tongue was pressed flat against the bottom of his mouth as he fucked her face, and her instinctive, subconscious attempts to back up were brought to a screeching halt as Sasuke’s hands wrapped themselves in a death grip about her skull.
Fucking her before, she had been so damn tight, Sasuke was surprised he had been able to hold off his own orgasm. Now he was going to get it fast and rough inside the slick little cavity of her throat. He moved his hands and hips in unison, drawing her mouth back as his dick retreated before slamming her back upon his member, again and again. It was a difficult task, but he was going to cram the whole thing down her throat if it was the last thing he did.
Konan looked up at him, throat making obscene, croaking noises. She had swiftly turned red in the face, and runners of drool hung about her chin and mouth. Her eyeshadow was smudged, purple splotches about her face. But her gaze was one of pleasure, glad to be submitting to this huge dick. Concerned only with how much pleasure she could get out of his encounter, her fingers went down to her dripping pussy, which seemed almost unrecognizable to her touch. Sasuke had fucked her pussy as hard as he was now fucking her skull, and completely busted her open, leaving a gaping, slick entrance that yearned to be filled again.
Sasuke was lost in the delights of her throat, his dick racing in and out of her throat, cock-punching her urethra with every deep thrust. Konan’s mouth welled up with so much saliva her mouth and throat felt slick and wet, with droplets of the stuff splattering onto her beasts and clinging to Sasuke’s swinging balls as they knocked against her chin.
Unable to stop herself, Konan’s free hand came up and pushed against Sasuke’s thigh. Her body was trying to stop what her mind had accepted, what Sasuke was recklessly trying to achieve-fully filling her face with his cock.
“Huurk!” She gagged, eyes crinkling closed as her throat was stuff to maximum capacity with dick meat. Sasuke’s fingers pressed against her skull as he hammered in a few more times, pausing to look down at her with her lips pushed against his body, balls pressed up against her chin. He could feel her labret piercing, and it caused him to moan out, an animal noise.
“Ah…fuck, you fuckin sexy bitch!” He said, rocking back and forth with a few long strokes. Konan managed to gather enough of her wits to pull her hand from Sasuke’s thigh and started desperately jacking the base of his cock off while he fucked her mouth with the rest, feeding that huge tube of dick to her. She wanted it, wanted to taste, to swallow it. His come.
Sasuke closed his eyes, orgasm upon him. “Konan, I’m, I’m coming!” He gasped, hips moving on their own as his dick began to fire off inside her mouth. Konan’s eyes shot open wide as she realized just how much jizz he was pouring into her mouth, and her throat worked, contracting as she swallowed the steamy liquid.
Sasuke thrust forward, fucking his thick seed down into Konan’s stomach as his body lost control in its climax, thick ropes. He pulled back, and Konan’s hand kept working on him, coaxing two more final jets to erupt from his swollen, engorged tip. They lanced over her cheeks, one landing on top of her nose.
“Oh, fuck, Sasuke.” She breathed. “I can-feel it inside me.” She placed a hand on her soft stomach, thinking about just how much come he had just force-fed to her. “So full.” She muttered.
“And the past?” Sasuke asked, cocking an eyebrow at her.
“All but forgotten.” Konan replied. Sasuke smiled at her. “Let’s work on finishing that up, shall we?”
She moved with him, seeming to anticipate his motions as he lowered himself, turning her body. Konan faced outside the tower, as Sasuke pushed her forward, onto the ‘tongue’ of the tower, overlooking the village. With her soft, pliable ass up in the air, Sasuke gathered his still hard dick and slammed back inside her, eliciting a full-fledged scream from Konan’s throat, which wafted out over the rain-soaked village.
“Ah-Sasuke! Its, so deep!” At this new angle it felt like he was hitting new spots inside her, touching sensitive nerves that had never been touched before. Sasuke merely smacked her ass, feeling the moist, cool air blowing inside the tower as he picked up the pace, his hips bouncing off her tight bubble-butt with every thrust.
Konan looked out at the village, head completely flat, groaning and yelling as Sasuke reamed her out from behind. Her hands formed tight fists as she came upon his member, again and again. His fingers teased her clit with mocking gentleness while his prick smashed inside her like he was trying to break her.
And in a way, maybe he was. Maybe he had. The pain she’d felt, the anger, had all melted away. All she felt was the pleasure burning through her brain as Sasuke had his way with her, rutting upon her from behind like an animal. His legs draped over either side of her as he adjusted his position, dropping down in on her pussy. Sasuke’s head was near her ear.
“You’ve been hiding for a while, I can tell. With your blank stare, your frostiness, even those paper clones you make.” Konan merely bowed her head against the ground, being rocked forward and back by the intensity of his fucking.
“But you can’t-hide-from-me.” He said, punctuating his words with deep thrusts and nibbling at her neck, which was sure to have marks on it the next day.
Moving her head the little distance she could, Konan kissed and licked at one of his pale feet, tasting the soft skin there and the sweat that had built up. Yahiko was gone from her mind, Nagato, Pain, Naruto, Akatsuki itself. It was all no longer thought about, like she had never heard of any of it. Her body simply rocked forward, breasts mashed against the pink floor as Sasuke used her body for his pleasure. She screamed, shouting her ecstasy and reborn joy to the village.
“Sasuke, Sasuke, Sasuke!! Oh, god!”
Sasuke plunged onwards, gripping her hips with bone-crushing force. He was gonna pack her pussy to the brim with his come. He hoped she would get pregnant. With his brother gone, Sasuke was the last Uchiha now.
As he shouted out her name, Sasuke fell forward, collapsing upon Konan’s back. His dick erupted inside her, splattering against her cervix. She also considered pregnancy-as much as she could consider anything right now-and she dimly welcomed it.
They lay together for a moment, spent. Sasuke turned their sweaty bodies, limbs tangled together as they faced each other. They kissed one last time, before exhaustion claimed them.

Sometime later, Konan awoke-her body had been moved, she realized. She was further inside the tower’s ‘mouth’, in the center. Her cloak had been placed over her lower half, and next to her sat Sasuke. He was still naked, and even soft his dick looked large, drooping along his thick balls.
They gazed at each other, and she gently placed a hand on his knee. “You might get pregnant.” He said, serious again-but there was a softness to his voice, remembering the delights they had shared.
“What will you do?” Sasuke asked.
“I don’t know. I had never thought about what I would do when I left Akatsuki, I never really thought such a day would even come. But I think I will stay here. Protect the village.”
Sasuke nodded and leaned down. His finger burned with chakra, glowing softly. “And the child?”
She looked at him with admiration. “I will keep it, and raise it as an Uchiha. I would be proud to be the mother of your child.”
His finger dropped, and she felt a strange warmth-it didn’t hurt, but it was definitely hot. Sasuke moved quickly, hand trailing some pattern upon her chest, just above her left breast. Looking down at the shape, she recognized it, and looked back at him, smiling slightly. A fan.
“The emblem of the Uchiha,” He said, drawing a hand over it. “In public, it will not be seen unless you want it to.” The shape upon her skin shimmered, disappearing briefly, before returning. She could still see it, and probably Sasuke as well.
“I will wear it with honor.” Konan said. She wasn’t the type to bare much skin anyway, at least not in public, but it did give her a secret little joy to know people might see her walking in more casual attire with no idea that she had been claimed by another.
She noticed something then.
“You’re hard again,” Konan pointed out, amused, but wondering just how much more her body could take.
“If you’re not pregnant yet…” Sasuke replied, and the two embraced in a soft, tender kiss. It quickly grew more heated as Sasuke rolled over top of her, pushing her cloak aside. Soon she was whispering again, the only name she would say again at night.
“Sasuke…Sasuke.”

To be continued… I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter, and I’m sorry it took so long. Thank you all for reading, and please leave a review!
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