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The Lone Wanderer (Remaster)	By : BigE2955 Category: Naruto > General Views: 47733 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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The long awaited fourth chapter of the Lone Wanderer Remastered. My bad for taking so long to get this out, but inspiration is a fickle thing. Enjoy the chapter and don't forget to leave a review telling me what you think, m'kay?
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She was… nervous.

Mabui hadn’t felt nervous in a long time, and she wasn’t sure it was a good thing or a bad thing. Nervousness meant excitement; nervousness meant that her plan to ‘live’ was at least somewhat working… right? She thought so at least.

Her manicured fingernails, painted a sky blue, tapped on the desk.

Time was passing by so slowly. She was stewing in her anxiety — and her arousal, which was still ever so potent after the magnificent orgasm Sasuke had driven her to, not to mention the image in her mind’s eye of his equally magnificent cock.

She wasn’t quite conquered. But she was getting there. And Mabui wouldn’t admit it, but her throat felt rather parched without his hot cum sliding down it — and all she’d had a taste of so far was his precum. She didn’t even want to imagine what the real deal would taste and feel like; well, actually, she did. Very much so.

Tonight. That very night; she would go to his apartment and…

Well, she wanted to say ‘suck him off’, but the look that Sasuke had worn said that he wanted to do a hell of a lot more to her. And though she had a high opinion of her willpower… well… there was only so much a woman could do when Uchiha Sasuke had them in his crosshairs. The ‘worst’ part? She was very much in his crosshairs.

Mabui sighed, pressing a hand against her forehead and rubbing it.

‘Well, you did say you wanted to ‘live’,’ she told herself. ‘I guess you could call this living.’

Well, she’d decided she wanted to ‘live’, she had meant… you know, going out to clubs, getting wasted, having some fun. Not getting dicked by an Uchiha who had been an enemy of the state not three months prior.

Oh well. She’d be lying if she said she wasn’t looking forward to tonight.

Her fingers continued to tap on the desk unabated… and it wasn’t long before Mabui was uplifted from her day dream by someone walking through the door. She smiled — and thoughts of Sasuke were pushed to the back of her mind, for now, as she set to work.

—-

Samui had pointedly avoided even glancing in Sasuke’s direction during the day’s proceedings. She hadn’t looked at him; she hadn’t talked to him. Yet, all she had done was think about it. About what she wanted to do to him — about what she wanted him to do to her.

It even got to the point where she absentmindedly wondered whether the Raikage would be bothered if Samui mounted Sasuke right there and then and started riding him. As long as she remained quiet, would it really be that much of a problem?

Well, she wasn’t about to risk it. She wasn’t that far gone, after all.

Still… once night fell and the day’s proceedings came to an end, Samui knew exactly what she was going to do. Technically, she was still supposed to be on duty, watching over Sasuke and making sure he wasn’t up to anything — surely, she was just making extra sure that he wasn’t in any intrigue. Truly, the best way to distract a man from that sort of thing was to give him a busty blonde to fuck to his heart’s content. She was just going above and beyond the call of her initial task, that was all…

She knocked on his door once; twice; thrice. No answer — Samui’s brow furrowed slightly. A fourth time she knocked on the door, but this time with nothing on the other side, she reached into her pocket and withdrew a key. She’d asked the Raikage for a spare key to Sasuke’s apartment, just so she could get in swiftly and quickly in case of an ‘emergency’; he, of course, had given it to her without question.

The blonde gently turned it in the lock… only to realize that lock wouldn’t turn. Because the door was unlocked — it swung open with a gentle creak.

Samui blinked.

She stepped inside, closing the door behind her and not bothering to lock it. A few steps in — and she saw the reason for Sasuke’s distraction. Namely the fact that he was standing in the kitchen… cooking.

Was it strange to see someone like Sasuke doing something as mundane as cook? Yes, it was.

“Sasuke?” Samui mumbled, perplexed.

“Oh. I forgot you might be over,” Sasuke said. “Slip of the mind… I’m not too used to company,” he muttered. “Did you want something?”

An honest answer would be: ‘I wanted your cock.’

But, Samui was a little classier than that.

“I wanted you to fuck me,” she said.

“Well, that’s what I figured.” Sasuke pursed his lips together and mentally calculated whether he could be finished with Samui by the time Mabui came along — his mind was telling him ‘no’, but his dick was saying ‘yes’ and he doubted Samui was going to be shooed away regardless.

“So…”

Sasuke chuckled. “How about you wait until I finish my dinner?” he said. “If you want, you can eat some too… though, the portion might be a little small. I only made enough for one and…”

“No, it’s fine,” Samui said. “I’ll just… get ready.”

“Alright,” Sasuke replied.

He turned back to his cooking and Samui was left to her own devices. With a slight gulp, she peeled off her soft grey kimono, folding it up and gently placing it down on the coffee table. Samui hesitated for a moment, unsure if he wanted her to keep her undergarments on. After a moment of deliberation however, she took those of as well, bra coming off first and then her panties, both of which were carefully placed next to her discarded kimono. Samui shuddered as cool air brushed against her nipples and sex — she wasn’t aroused quite yet, but she made sure her thoughts didn’t stray to her previous nights with Sasuke, lest she leave more than a few traces behind. Unsure what to do with her clothes, Samui tucked them beneath the table… out of sight, out of mind, right?

Gingerly, the blonde set herself down on the couch… and waited.

It was quaint, sitting about a man’s apartment totally nude. Yet with Sasuke it felt right in a way. There was certainly something to the prospect of being in a position to be bent over and taken whenever he wished — and she had never liked bras all that much regardless.

She inhaled; the smell of what he was cooking was positively delicious. She almost regretted not taking up his offer at getting a portion of her own, but she also didn’t want to take any of his food away… food was energy, and Samui would prefer that he had plenty of energy that night.

After a few minutes she grew rather bored — small talk had never been a forte of hers, but, she elected to do it in order to pass the time. Samui stood up, stepping into and leaning against the counter, right behind him and out of his line of sight.

“You seem like you’re a decent cook,” Samui commented.

Sasuke wiped a bit of sweat off of his forehead, the heat from his cooking keeping the kitchen considerably warmer than the rest of the apartment. “I lived alone for a long time,” he said, answer simple. “It’s only natural that I’d learn my way around pots and pans.”

“A woman always likes a man who can cook…” Samui murmured sultrily.

“Is that so-” He turned around — then stopped in his tracks, eyes widening slightly.

“What?” Samui asked curiously.

Sasuke shook his head slightly before turning back around. “Just- that’s something I haven’t gotten used to,” he muttered. “Turning around and seeing a naked woman standing there like that.”

Samui laughed. “I didn’t know you were scared of a naked woman,” she said teasingly.

“Scared?” Sasuke said. “Oh, you misunderstand. I’m just taken aback at what kind of thoughts I have — thoughts about what I could do to you, right here and now while my food finishes cooking.”

Samui’s attempts at remaining not aroused… failed. Miserably. She stood there for a moment longer, but Sasuke’s words lingered and soon juices began to trickle down her leg. Face turning red, Samui tiptoed out of the kitchen. “I’ll just… excuse myself for a moment,” she said.

“Mhm,” Sasuke hummed, having returned to his food.

Samui ducked into the bathroom, closing the door gently behind her.

‘What’s wrong with me?’ she pondered, staring at her nude reflection in the mirror. ‘Sasuke — he’s… just…’

She couldn’t quite explain it… but it was just something about him. His looks; his personality; the way he could pleasure her with ease.

The little time she’d spent with him had made such an impact on her; she felt almost like a new woman. Where before she’d been so haughty and cold, now she felt… different. Calmer. Tamed, in a strange way. As if Sasuke’s cock hosing down her womb with bubbling hot seed had turned her into a different vein of person.

And she had to say, she liked it. It felt nice being more open, kinder, more free… and more importantly, it felt really, really nice to have a man to turn to. Touching herself, seeking out partners — it could not compare to what Sasuke did to her. Her body felt as if it had been made for Sasuke to touch and prod and fuck.

Samui bit her lip. Yet, that was that small part of her that abhorred what transformation she seemed to be undergoing. Reliance on a man? Why did she need that? Look at what she’d become without anyone — no family, little to no friends… she was a jounin, one of the top in Kumogakure, one of the elite.

She gulped, turning on the faucet and splashing cool water against her face.

The blonde would wind up spending a few minutes lounging in the bathroom, relaxing and thinking.

Which set up what happened next quite nicely.

—-

The door was unlocked — when she went to knock, it swung open noiselessly.

Mabui stepped into the apartment, hips swaying; Samui’s clothes were tucked comfortably beneath the table, quite hidden from her eyes. And with the blonde still in the bathroom… well, Mabui saw nothing awry.

“You keep the door unlocked?” Mabui said, a hand on her hip as she stopped a foot or two away from Sasuke.

“Yeah,” he murmured, without thinking. “I was expecting you, and I didn’t want to be bothered with letting you in.”

He blinked.

Then turned toward her — aware that a very naked Samui was in the apartment, and Mabui was standing right there, apparently unaware.

“Get your pants off,” Mabui said.

“What?” Sasuke muttered.

“I’m going to… finish what we started earlier,” she told him, stepping forward with a keen look in her eyes. “So take off your pants — or I’ll take them off for you.”

“I’m cooking right now.”

“So?”

“... do you expect me to-”

“Oh for the love of God,” she cursed stepping forward and easing herself down onto her knees. With a yank she pulled down his pants and boxers, trying to ignore the way her heart pounded in her ears. “Let’s just get this over with,” she said, grasping the base of his member.

“What do you expect me to do?”

“Just keep cooking,” Mabui said, already stroking him — he was already hard, and yes, it was confirmed in her mind that she hadn’t been dreaming about his immense size earlier. He really was just that big.

“Alright.”

Sasuke let out the softest of groans as she took his length into her mouth. Oh, Gods, her mouth was incredible — he doubted he would ever get used to the feeling of a nice, sloppy blowjob.

Completely unaware of what was going on, Samui padded back into the living room. “When are you going to be done with your food?” she said, stretching her arms above her head, nudity quite obvious.

Then she froze.

And Mabui froze.

And Sasuke froze…

… and Karui froze, in the open doorway.

“What the fuck is going on here?”

Well, it is important to look at this from Karui’s perspective.

You see, Karui had been invested in the welfare of her dear squad leader, Samui. Sort of. She’d actually been looking to see if Uchiha Sasuke had been up to anything, because she didn’t trust that bastard in the slightest and wanted to make sure Samui didn’t need any help.

So, when the redhead came to find Samui’s duty post empty, she’d been a little… perturbed.

And when she spread out her chakra senses to feel Samui inside of the bathroom of Sasuke’s apartment, worried and nervous… she was even more perturbed.

She was impulsive as an Uzumaki and about twice as quick — so, within a few minutes, she was standing in the hallway to Sasuke’s apartment. She’d planned to make sure Samui was okay… maybe she was just visiting the Uchiha or something.

Then, she’d stepped into the doorway to see Mabui smoothly taking Sasuke’s length into her mouth. And then, she’d watched as an obviously naked Samui had stepped out into the living room in a relatively nonchalant manner.

Well…

It was a bit of a surprise.

Enough that she might have started screeching such stuff as: “You son of a bitch! You come into our village and do this to our women — you force them to do these things to you? Are you raping them? The Raikage will have your head on a platter you son of a-”

And so on.

Well, she screamed and screamed, and really, her threats only got more creative as she went on.

Then, Sasuke caught her gaze, his sharingan spun once, and she slumped to the floor.

“Close the door, Samui,” Sasuke said, tugging his length from the still stunned Mabui’s mouth — she hadn’t even remembered to pull back in her surprise. Stepping out of his pants, Sasuke walked up to the collapsed redhead, shaking his head slightly. Samui moved quickly, closing the door.

“What did you do to her?” Samui asked.

“A simple sharingan genjutsu,” he replied. “Nothing serious — she’s still aware of what’s going on. She’s still perfectly conscious. I just restricted her ability to move or speak.”

“Huh.” Samui murmured. “Good thing she didn’t hit her head.”

Mabui climbed to her feet, stepping up to Samui. “What the hell are you doing here?”

“I was looking to… you know… with him!” Samui said. “What are you doing here?”

“Holding up my end of a bet we made earlier.”

“What sort of bet?”

“Well…”

“Enough,” Sasuke said. “What do you two think I should do with her?” he muttered, gesturing to Karui, whose hazel eyes stared at him with a venom that would have made a lesser man recoil.

“Well…”

Samui and Mabui stepped up, standing on either side of Sasuke. It was a strange sight — Mabui, whose lipstick was slightly smudged from the very brief blowjob. Samui, completed nude. And Sasuke, fully erect and staring down at Karui with his cock literally drawing a shadow over her face.

“I mean, we have to think about this rationally,” Mabui said, turning her head to Sasuke. “She thinks we’re… under a spell or something. And unless we prove to her that we’re not, she’ll go tattling off to the Raikage and you might have to fight your way out of here. Hell, she might do it even if she believes that we’re not under your spell — and I don’t know about you, but if he found out I’ve done anything with you I can kiss my career goodbye.”

“The same goes for me,” Samui murmured.

“What do you suggest?” Sasuke asked.

A slight smirk curled Samui’s lips — the arousal that still pooled in her loins seemed to be doing the talking for her. “Well…” she whispered, tone sultry as she stepped up behind Sasuke, wrapping her arms around his back and pressing her breasts up against him. “... we could prove to her that we’re not under a spell.” Samui leaned in closer, lowering her voice so Mabui or Karui couldn’t hear her. “And if we ‘excite’ her enough… maybe she’ll want to join in with us.”

“Join in with us…?” he muttered to her, turning his head slightly. “You think I could get her to do that?”

“Karui is a prude; even more than I was before I met you,” Samui murmured, running a finger up and down his shirt, able to feel his muscle through the cloth. “The second she gets a look at what that big cock of yours can do… she’ll be putty in your hands.”

He smirked.

“Alright,” Sasuke said.

In a flash he turned around, putting his hands onto Samui and pressing her down onto the couch — he took off his shirt, flinging it behind him, before latching himself onto the blonde. Grabbing and squeezing her breasts, pressing his erect member against her thigh and forcing her to feel his hardness, nibbling at her earlobe.

“Hey! What the hell are you doing?” Mabui said, her ears turning pink.

Sasuke turned to her, nonchalant the only way to describe his features. “Grab a chair, face it toward the couch, and sit the redhead down in it,” he told Mabui softly, still squeezing one of Samui’s large breasts in his hand. “We’re going to want her to see every moment of this, no?” A pause. “And after that… take off your clothes.”

“Woah! Hey! I only agreed to give you a blowjob,” Mabui stated, pointing an accusing finger at him. “Don’t you dare try to-”

“Mabui,” Samui mumbled, face flushed and arousal seeping down her thighs. “Shut the fuck up and do as he says… you’ll enjoy it… trust me.”

Sasuke and Samui returned to their activities, and Mabui flushed red with shame. Because really, it would have taken a miracle for her to not follow his instructions to the word — there was only so much a woman could fantasize about a cock before she wanted it inside of her, especially when he was so kindly putting it on a silver platter.

And so, as Sasuke continued to work over Samui, the silver haired dame went to get a chair — once that was in place, she gingerly hefted up Karui. The redhead’s body was limp, a lot of deadweight that Mabui had to shift over. But, she managed to drop her down onto the chair after a moment.

Once that was over and done with, she peeled off her kimono. Like Samui she hesitated at taking off of her undergarments — but she too took them off, bra and panties coming off to reveal every inch of her beautiful, dark skin.

Then, a pair of hands wrapped around her waist, and she was yanked backward.

Mabui yelped as she was pressed up against something broad. Sasuke was seated on the couch — she on top of him, his arms around her waist and his lips nibbling at her neck. His legs were hooked around hers, keeping her firmly in place.

“I think you deserve some fun first,” Sasuke mumbled. Samui was on the other half of the couch, sulking silently as her weeping pussy leaked arousal onto the sofa. “Samui’s already had a go with me, but all you’ve had is… a taste. I think you need more.”

He was already pressing up against her entrance.

And God he was big; more huge than she had remembered. Perhaps her mind simply hadn’t wanted to accept his sheer size — because what was threatening to enter her depths seemed far more enormous than what she had held in her hands and taken into her mouth earlier.

Sasuke wasn’t the type to waste time, either. Mabui was already dripping wet, arousal pouring down upon his cock — there was no need for lube, and only a little foreplay was required. Within moments of the assault on her body commencing, the dark skinned beauty was already squirming against him.

That squirming ended when he lowered her down onto his cock, her arousal so great that even his enormous length slipped inside with relative ease.

“Oh- oh…” Mabui sucked in a deep breath. “Oh. Oh. Oh.”

He didn’t give her a moment to adjust to his size. Dragging her down the length of his shaft, Sasuke groaned as her walls clenched around him… three inches in, six inches, more, more, more… she looked down, both frightened and amazed by the fact that she could take so much cock. It was so thick — she was being stretched so much.

“Sweet mother of- God. Oh God.” Mabui’s chest heaved up and down. “You’re inside of me,” she whispered. “And it’s… oh… God, it’s so big; it’s so deep.” Mabui pressed a hand against the flat of her stomach, closing her eyes, her face strained. “How is it- oh!” He sunk another inch inside of her. There was so much; she opened her eyes and looked down, only to realize that there was still a lot to go.

He began to lift her up and down on top of him, Sasuke allowing the slightest of groans to escape him as Mabui’s walls clamped around his cock. She was dimly aware of how frightening it was that he could manhandle her so easily — she need not do anything, because he was lifting her up and down so easily as to leave her useless.

To their side, Samui had begun to liberally touch herself; moaning with impunity, blue eyes locked onto the show of Mabui being lifted up and down Sasuke’s gargantuan cock. One hand was streaking in and out of her needy slit, fingers slick with arousal — the other hand was kneading one of her ample breasts, twisting the nipple around her fingers, putting on a great display by throwing her head back and pursing those plump lips together.

And, of course, Karui was witness to it all. Sitting there, motionless, unable to do anything but stare at how big Sasuke’s cock seemed, at how Mabui’s tiny little pussy stretched so much around it, at how Samui was so eager for that cock that she was touching herself right beside him, getting ready for him so to speak.

She closed her eyes; but the sounds wouldn’t stop, and the genjutsu hold Sasuke had over her was immensely powerful — when he noticed what she was doing, he manipulated the genjutsu to force her eyes open.

“Don’t think you can look away,” Sasuke whispered. His head was on Mabui’s shoulder, his hands caressing her plump breasts — he was still lifting her up and down, his large cock flexing inside of her. Just a mere twitch of his member deep in her cunt would send spasms up her spine. She was twisted around his finger already; she couldn’t picture a place she’d rather be than mounted atop his cock. It felt so right.

Karui stared.

And stared.

Drip.

Drip.

Arousal had seeped past the front of the shorts she wore; some of it had begun to drip down the front of the chair.

Sasuke smirked.

“Are you getting… hot and bothered, Karui?” He dragged Mabui further down his cock — the dark skinned beauty moaned and twisted in his firm grasp. “Do you wish you were in her position right now? Do you wish you could touch yourself, like Samui is right now?”

Karui’s hazel eyes seemed almost scared. Petrified.

“Can you move your arm?” Sasuke asked.

Her arm twitched at her side — he had slackened the genjutsu slightly, to allow her to move that arm and nothing else.

“Touch yourself,” he ordered.

Karui’s arm twitched again.

Then, she raised it up, and gently slid it past the waistband of her shorts. And then, her panties. Her sex was red hot, practically on fire from arousal — if she could talk, she’d have moaned louder than ever before as her fingers brushed against her burning folds.

“N-no!”

Karui’s eyes widened.

In a flash, Sasuke was in front of her. The cry of “N-no!” had been Mabui, whimpering in literal pain as he’d pulled out of her greedy pussy.

His hard cock was only a foot away from her.

A second later, it was directly in her face.

“Smell it,” he whispered.

So manly; musky. She could smell Samui and Mabui’s arousal smeared all over it, but even their combined scent couldn’t remove the manliness that was in every pore of his enormous rod.

“Feel it.”

Sasuke leaned forward, rubbing his shaft against her cheek. Against her lips. Against her nose. Her vision was filled with the enormous hunk of meat — every vein, every muscle, every stretch of skin. It was so big. And hard, harder than the toughest stainless steel. She could feel the blood pumping through it, as he rubbed it against her cheek.

“Taste it.”

She couldn’t resist as he pressed the tip against her lips. Nothing more — just enough so that a bit of precum trickled into her mouth, then down her throat.

And it was delicious.

Again, she would have moaned if she had control of her mouth.

Which…

She did?

Karui moaned.

“Remember when I told you that you could move your arm?” he whispered, gingerly dragging off her shorts, and then her soaked panties. “That was a lie — I canceled the genjutsu in its entirety then.”

Karui whimpered, just as Samui did, as cool air brushed against her sex.

He didn’t just take off her shirt; he ripped it off, the sound of cloth tearing like music to his ears. He was a tad more gentle with her bra — he unhooked it with brutal precision, before flinging it to the side.

Now nude before him, Karui looked so… fragile. Black skin slick with sweat; red hair sticking to her cheeks, her hazel eyes widened. Not to mention her sex, which pulsated with need, juices clearly visible as it trickled down her thigh.

His cock twitched.

With ease he lifted her up, setting her down on the couch.

Right in between Mabui and Samui.

The blonde goddess had been touching herself for a while now, but Mabui had begun to do the same, seeing that Sasuke had moved onto Karui for now.

And so, in between two women who were masturbating to the thought of him, Sasuke set about claiming yet another pussy as his own.

He brushed the tip of his cock against her entrance.

“So big…” she whispered, having remembered that she could talk now.

“Do you think you can take it?” Sasuke asked. Her lip wobbled; after a moment with her answering, Sasuke leaned forward, grasping her red hair with a hand and forcing her to look him in the eye. “I asked you a question,” he growled.

“N-no…”

“You don’t think you can take me? You don’t think my cock is going to fit inside of you?”

She shook her head. “I-I don’t.”

“Do you want me to stop? Would you rather not have me try to get it in there?”

Karui gulped.

“I want you to try.”

“Good,” Sasuke said. “Because I was going to do it either way.”

She opened her mouth to say something else — but a cry of anguish escaped her lips as he threw his hips forward, and began to slot that beast he called a cock into her.

The worst part? She wasn’t a virgin. Then again, she wasn’t experienced, either — her only sexual encounter thus far had been a tumble with a man she’d been assigned to escort to a village twenty kilometers south of Kumogakure, a man who had enraptured her, fucked her, and had more or less ghosted her for the rest of the trip.

Needless to say, she hadn’t been hesitant to tell him straight to his face how disappointing it had been.

Not to mention his cock hadn’t been anything to scream over either.

But this?

Oh God.

She couldn’t even breathe as he eased it into her.

A woman with a hundred men under her belt couldn’t have been ready for the slow, relentless advance that had befallen her. Because while Sasuke was anything but gentle, he was so damned big that he had to go slow.

He had to take it easy, or he’d likely tear her in two with his cock.

She whimpered.

She moaned.

Sasuke smirked.

The entire scene around him was the very definition of erotic. A busty blonde to his left, fingering herself relentlessly, moaning his name under her breath. A busty, dark skinned goddess to his right, thumbing her clit while squeezing one of her breasts, face hot and red, her lips pressed together but unable to stop her moans. And this petite, hazel eyed, drop-dead gorgeous woman whimpering underneath him as he eased her cock into her.

Every sound he heard was a woman’s moan. Their combined arousal assaulted his senses. He felt so-

Right.

This was his element. His true calling. Surrounded by beautiful women. All of them, in heat, desperate for cock — his cock.

His breathing slowed.

He closed his eyes.

Sakura had been one thing. He didn’t love her — but she was sexy. She was hot. She was willing to do things beneath the sheets that would have made a woman with dignity turn up their nose.

But now it was different.

Samui, Mabui, Karui. Three women; three independent women, all of whom had despised him only a few months ago.

“Fuck,” Sasuke moaned, as he eased himself further and further into Karui. There was nothing quite like watching his cock disappear into the depths of a woman — the only thing that came close was the look in their eyes when he entered them.

“Pa- please!” Karui groaned, as he began to thrust in and out of her. She wrapped her dainty arms around his broad back; she clutched at him for dear life.

He let go of her. He continued to thrust in and out, not even needing the leverage to blow her mind. One hand shot to the left — he grasped one of Samui’s bountiful breasts, and the blonde moaned with delight. The other shot to the right — he slid it in between Mabui’s legs, slipping two fingers into her depths.

At once, he fucked a woman, he squeezed a woman’s breast and twisted her nipple, and fingered a woman.

He felt all pent up.

It was too much.

He was no minute man, but that feeling of euphoria that infected every part of his body was too much. His cock throbbed greedily. Mabui had already came to his fingers — Samui had made herself cum twice, moaning his name under her breath.

And Karui?

She had cum the instant he had entered her.

He couldn’t help it.

With a grunt, he came. Between Samui’s teasing and her nude body, the brief yet interrupted blowjob from Mabui, then his fucking her… and now Karui, and this realization?

Again — he couldn’t help it.

Karui bucked and moaned, clawing at his back as she was filled up for the night. Ounce after ounce of piping hot cum was pumped into her… enough to fertilize a city. Her vision turned white. Mabui and Samui watched Sasuke’s balls pump and contract, and they groaned with frustration. Samui especially, because she knew just how awesome it was to be creampied by the Uchiha.

He pulled out of her with an almost painful groan.

Oh God, he’d gone flaccid.

That orgasm had taken a lot of him.

He was on the backpedal. He took a few steps back, trying to reorganize himself — it was only fortunate that the three girls were just as spent, Karui especially. Samui hadn’t gotten her share of cock like the others, but two orgasms was nothing to sniff at. And Mabui could already feel that tinge of soreness from how much he’d stretched her out.

Karui stared at him, wide eyed.

He wasn’t sure if she was surprised, or simply in shock at how much of his seed he’d pumped into her.

“I w-won’t tell…” she whimpered.

“What?”

“The Raikage,” Karui breathed. “Or anyone else. I won’t tell them about —- you. This. Everything; fuck.” Her chest heaved up and down. “So long… so long as…” She couldn’t bring herself to spit out those last few words.

“Feel free to come back any time,” Sasuke said, allowing a smirk to appear on his face. He turned his back to them. “I have to get up early,” he muttered.

Really, he was just trying to disguise how spent he was. Sasuke felt he would need a good night’s sleep after a night like the one he’d had.

“Yeah, I- I’ve got to go,” Mabui murmured. “Work in the morning and all.”

“Me as well,” Samui whimpered.

“Yeah…” Karui said.

They left a few minutes later, but only after Karui regained the ability to control her legs.

Sasuke fell down onto the couch once the door closed behind him.

It reeked with the arousal of three women. He could see exactly where Mabui, Samui, and Karui had sat based on where their juices stained the sofa.

He breathed in.

Then out.

It was quite the thing to grasp.

And what was he grasping? What was he realizing?

He realized that he had… a harem.

Four women that weren’t just flings, that weren’t one night stands, that wouldn’t just put up with ‘letting him go’. There wasn’t a doubt in his mind that once he left Kumogakure, the second he came back — whether it was a month or a year later — Samui would be spending the night with him. Mabui would hesitate, but she’d want him too. And Karui would probably hate herself even while she begged for him to take her.

And Sakura would probably be waiting for him at the gates of Konoha, with no bra on and her panties soaked, eager to take him into a back alley and choke on his cock.

Four women.

The best part?

Sasuke adored that feeling. Of power. Of superiority. Of knowing that he had- well, four women at his beck and call.

He smirked as he inhaled, drinking in the scent of three beautiful girls’ arousal.

Oh, Sasuke felt good.

He’d claimed Mabui. He’d claimed Karui.

And there was still quite a bit of time left in his trip to Kumogakure.

What else would he get into in the meantime? Well, he’d just have to find out.
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