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Triumph of the Uchiha	By : c0p13r Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 20555 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Home Invasion
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            “Why are we in the village?” Karin seethed, ducking low behind Sasuke. The both of them had taken to the rooftops, wary of the small areas of light where they could be discovered. In the cloud-filled, rainy night sky, they were practically invisible in the dark cloaks stolen from the vacant detention center. Yuugao had been taken care of, deposited in an old shelter a mile from where she battled the Uchiha. With the trance of his Sharingan, Sasuke was sure that she would have no recollection of their encounter when she awoke, and therefore could not report it.
            Lightning crashed near the Hokage faces, defining the two, ominous silhouettes against the white flash in the sky. Karin ducked lower, fearing that they may be detected, though the wet streets of Konoha were mostly bare. Tugging her hood down for more protection, she glared at her impassive leader/lover. “What if the Sharingan didn’t work? That Anbu could…”
            “It did work,” Sasuke assured her. He turned from his inspection of the village to stare down at Karin with those unfeeling eyes. “And we must take care of business now, while the rain washes away our scent. The Inuzuka can still track us, but we could use this small advantage for the moment.”
            It almost sounded like he was afraid of the other tracker, this Inuzuka. Karin scoffed, though she didn’t know how fierce the feral mother of Kiba and Hana was. Aside from her wild demeanor, she had a partner who was just as savage: Kuromaru. Sasuke had only seen the pair once before during his class’ introduction to the Academy, but he remembered those feral eyes observing him.
            “We do not have to engage in battle again so quickly, Karin.”
            Karin’s mouth twitched, but she did not reply. Her eyes scouted the ground below. She could sense that most people had retired to bed now, and only a few shops were still open. A place called Ramen Ichiraku had a man and his daughter scurrying behind the counter to supply their single customer with excellent service. That bowl of ramen looked good, Karin thought while licking her lips, realizing just how long it had been since she had a tolerable meal. However, even more important to her was hygiene! The rain hardly could do it for her, and she wanted real shampoo and soap!
            She did not look up at him when she griped, “Could we at least stop by a bathhouse? I’ve been stuck in that prison for days, and then… you come along… and…” She flushed and fidgeted before clearing her throat and turning away, once again throwing on her tough guise. “Well, I just think we should get cleaned up before we go on!”
            Her request to bathe did not fall on deaf ears. Sasuke had taken her words into consideration and was contemplating a solution. They could not waste time while continuing with his grand scheme, but they also should take care of themselves, at least so they wouldn’t be so pungent to have their scents picked up easily by Tsume and Kuromaru. But where? Where was private? The bathhouse, of course, could not even be considered since it was public. Kurenai’s residence would prove useful, but her hypnosis had already worn off. Not only would there be a sentry at her home, but she’d be more aware of him this time, making it that much harder to trap her in a genjutsu. It would still be child’s play, but Sasuke wouldn’t want to go through the effort if he didn’t have to.
            A bit of movement on the streets caught his eye. A woman had just returned home with a small bag of groceries, a meal fit only for one. That meant that she was alone. Sasuke’s straight mouth slowly curled up into a smirk. Seclusion, a place to bathe and replenish themselves… and home of his next target.
~~~
            Stepping inside and setting her umbrella to the side of the entrance, Nara Yoshino sighed. The war had just started, and though her husband was safe at Tsunade’s side as her top advisor, she feared for her son. Of course, she had faith in his friends, Ino and Chouji, and his lax nature would be kept in check by the fan-waving kunoichi. Yoshino smiled quaintly at the thought of the jounin from Sunagakure becoming her daughter-in-law; she approved of Temari’s attitude: mindful and respectful of her elders while still being tough on those who were insubordinate, namely Shikamaru.
            Her son was inexcusably lazy, but Yoshino was sure that he and his father would do well in this war and come back to her safe and sound. As harsh as she may be on the both of them, she loved them dearly and hoped that their small family would expand someday, either with a sibling for Shikamaru or a grandchild for his parents.
            She set her groceries out on the kitchen table. Cooking for one again; after so many years providing meals for her family, it felt strange to restrict the portions to only one sharing. She had been working in habit for so long, she felt that she had gorged a bit too much on last night’s dinner. She would make less this time around. It was better to be a little hungry going to bed rather than feeling stuffed.
            Taking a carton of milk to the refrigerator, she opened the door and looked inside. Everything was pleasantly organized, just as she expected it to be. Lazy, they may have been, but Yoshino’s boys were quite the compulsive placers. She made to move the eggs, but then hesitated. The content look in her eyes suddenly flared to anger. With a yank, she pulled the carton out and glanced inside. Nothing… “I told Shikamaru to throw it away when it was empty,” she fumed, which was the first time she had gotten angry since the war began. Rather than put the cardboard container in the trash, she set it aside for when Shikamaru got back. Whether or not he was accompanied by his friends, she would give him the usual harsh scolding to let him know that when something is used up, it does not go back in the refrigerator to take up space!
            Grumbling to herself about her son’s laziness, she replenished the shelves with foodstuffs, leaving out only the ingredients for a modest stew to brace against the eerie chill of a nighttime storm. A woman like her wasn’t afraid of the lightning and thunder, but it was much more tolerable if she had her husband to snuggle against in bed; it was one of those scarce instances when they would lie together as a happy couple. The timing of the storm was fitting for the war, but she wished it could’ve come a day earlier, when Shikaku was just getting ready to depart for battle.
            The pot was set upon the stove over an energetic flame. Though she had hoped not to, while lost in her thoughts, she unconsciously made a batch large enough to feed her family. She exhaled and gave a weary smile while throwing in some seasonings. “I guess I’ll save the leftovers,” she decided, not wanting to get upset and not have anyone to direct her ranting to. Maybe she could give it to the Akimichi clan, but perhaps leftovers wouldn’t be enough to satisfy their ever-rumbling tummies.
            She sighed as she stirred the contents. It wasn’t bubbling yet – not even simmering. Banging the wooden spoon on the rim of the pot to rid it to clear it of the stew, she stepped back and observed her meal. This brief contemplation led her to think of tomorrow morning’s meal. Eggs were a hardy and usual breakfast in the Nara household, and unfortunately, she had none. She tightened her mouth in thought. There was enough time, she reason. The market wasn’t going to close for a few more minutes; she could make it there and back in time before the stew became burnt.
            She shuffled back over to the door and slipped her sandals on. The umbrella was grabbed and opened the second she stepped out into the rain. Careful to lock up – as her family was cautious no matter what – she headed out to buy eggs. Unfortunately, since she was so dependent on time, she was not able to walk at a leisurely pace, forced to practically run down the muddy paths. Luckily, her efforts were not in vain; she arrived at the grocer just when he was about to close shop and go home.
            “Forgot something?” laughed the young merchant, protected by an umbrella.
            Yoshino gave a pleasant smile that had him go weak in the knees. It was the kind of smile that had Shikamaru’s stomach roil when provided with the evidence that his normally-irate mother actually had the facial capacity to show joy or humor. “Some eggs, please,” she said, and was quickly serviced by the energetic salesman. After the exchange of money and gratitude was concluded, Yoshino was off again, sandaled feet padding in the abundant puddles. As she left, the salesman continued to close shop for the night.
~~~
            Yoshino arrived home with little incident. After a glance down at her footwear, it was decided that she should leave them outside rather than track mud past the threshold. She unlocked the door and carefully stepped inside to avoid slipping on entry. The warmth of the home was inviting from the damp coldness outside. Still, even after closing the door and being enveloped in the comforting heat, a chill ran up her spine, as if she was a mouse fearing the presence of a snake.
            The feeling didn’t last. She wasn’t about to believe it to be some premonition from the war in regards to her son and father. What she should be worrying about was the stew still over a flame in the kitchen. The pleasant smell wafting through the interior assured her that it had not been overcooked and was probably ready to be consumed. The eggs were deposited in the refrigerator. She took a bowl from the cupboard and set it next to the pot. She stirred the meal a couple more time before giving herself a serving. The stove was shut off, and she headed to the dining table. She sat down, gave the proper thanks for the meal, and then made to eat.
            A knock on the door was all that stopped her from raising a spoonful to her mouth. Her dissatisfaction at this interruption was not masked, and she would let the interloper know that it was hardly an hour to disturb her. Whether or not her family was gone, she stuck to her time schedule as she had always done. It probably wasn’t the Akimichi or Yamanaka clans – as they knew when proper visiting hours were – so it must’ve been some hapless fool guard seeking shelter or food.
            She opened the door quickly and scowled. “Who are you?” Her eyes ran observantly over the cloaked figure.
            Standing with a hand placed idly on her hip, Karin scowled at the distasteful and snide tone of Yoshino’s voice. Sasuke wanted someone like her? Karin would not understand that man, but she wouldn’t disobey either. “Irrelevant,” she answered, and quickly lifted her hand aggressively.
            It was quick, but Yoshino still had the reflexes to react. Housewife or not, she was still once a Chuunin of Konoha and knew a hostile movement when it happened. Karin was probably a better ninja – as Orochimaru had her as a high-ranked officer in his Village for a number of years – but she wasn’t able to complete the task of spraying the target in the face with comatose-inducing perfume. With both hands, Yoshino slammed the offending arm against the doorframe and forced the bottle in Karin’s hand to point away from her.
            “How ugly,” Karin grumbled in regards to Yoshino’s efforts to stop her. With both of the mother’s hands preoccupied, Karin’s sole had the perfect opportunity to slam into her abdomen with enough force to knock her off balance, but not enough to seriously injure her.
            Yoshino seethed and made to retaliate, but Karin was quicker still. With a spray of potent chemicals straight to the face, Yoshino felt her world spinning. She desperately tried to fight against the sensations overwhelming her. She teetered off her feet, but she did not fall. Instead, she felt herself supported by someone behind her. The shadows veiled his face, but there was no mistaking the eyes of an Uchiha.
            “Nara Yoshino,” Sasuke whispered ominously, “I’ve come for you.”
            She was unconscious immediately afterward.
            Strutting inside and closing the door behind her, thoughtful enough to secure the locks, Karin cast her gaze at her partner and folded her arms. She seemed almost to be pouting. “That perfume won’t last long. If you’re going to have your way with her, you’d better get it done quickly.”
            Sasuke looked at her, but she did not seem interested in giving him her full attention. She seemed distracted, inhaling the scent in the air often. Obviously, she wasn’t going to ignore the needs of her stomach, particularly when there was a fresh batch of stew in the other room. It seemed, though she had not entirely embraced his conquest of various women, she at least was becoming tolerant of what he had set out to do.
            He dipped down to gather and cradle Yoshino in his arms. She wasn’t too far under, as her arm made a conscious, albeit feeble movement, but she would drift in and out of consciousness until the gas wore off. “I intend to wait for her to wake up,” he told his loyal consort. Turning to the bedroom, he looked over his shoulder at Karin. “Those of Konoha must know of the Uchiha’s vengeance, at least when it occurs.” Surely, that add-on was in reference to Yuugao, mind-wiping an important encounter that would not be remembered even as she pushed their child through her birth canal.
            Karin felt her heart thump aggressively, but she forced herself not to let Sasuke see the evidence of her anger and jealousy. “Well,” she grumbled, setting herself into motion towards the kitchen, “I’ll be eating while you get that done.” It may not have shown, but her voice betrayed the endeavor to mask her envy. Even so, she would not deny her stomach a moment longer.
~~~
            It hardly took Karin ten minutes to wolf down two servings of Yoshino’s stew, finally satisfying her hunger and taste buds; for all their kindness, the Konoha guards were rather picky and gave her bland tasting meals that consisted mostly of steamed rice and tea. When she wandered from the kitchen and stole a peek inside the master bedroom, she confirmed that Yoshino was still knocked out, and though Sasuke hadn’t begun the conquest, he had liberated her of the majority of her clothing, leaving her slumbering in her bra and panties.
            Not wanting to bear witness to the events about to unfold – as she was still scolding herself for caving in with Yuugao and still had the strong taste of another woman’s essence smeared in her mouth – Karin sought refuge in the bathroom, wanting that well-deserved soak that she had been longing for after being made as the first of Sasuke’s apparently long list of women to dominate. She stripped down to her skins quickly when she laid eyes on the various soaps and shampoos. Normally, she would be a bit more picky – and even now, sneered at some of the hygienic products – but they would do after she had been cooped up for so long. As quickly as she could, she ran a bath, nice and warm. She felt giddier than she had in a long time while watching the water rise.
~~~
            While Karin indulged herself, Sasuke sat in wait, his back against the wall and left knee drawn up. His blade had been removed and set to the side; it wouldn’t be needed even if Yoshino put up a struggle and caught him by surprise. If it came to it, he could influence her with the Sharingan, though he hoped not to. Even with Karin rejuvenating his strength, he couldn’t risk being left weary while there were still formidable pursuers out there. Thinking back, he figured it might’ve been prudent to put forth the exhausting effort to wipe Kurenai’s mind of what transpired between them; at least then, the Konoha sentries would not be as on guard.
            It was why Yoshino – still knocked out – had her wrists and ankles bound to the legs of her bed with cloths and attire he picked off of her; her twisted apron and dress held her wrists securely, though the fabrics were mostly used for cushioning against the wires that strengthened the bondage. Out of ninja practice, she may have been, but it might’ve been a bit of a bother if she found the fortitude to forge a hand symbol while he took her or passed a hand over a hidden summoning symbol. Sasuke was well aware of the Nara clan’s foresight and precautions; he wasn’t going to take any chances against Shikamaru’s feisty mother.
            His eyes fell on the rhythmic rising and falling of the twin mounds still cradled in the white cups of her bra. She hadn’t the chest of Kurenai or Yuugao, but she wasn’t at all flat-chested. Nice, round hills awaited his touch. He was patient, though, content to wait for the moment when she came awake.
            She did so in the next three minutes, a slow process of weary eyes blinking several times before her other senses came awake. It took a moment for her to realize that she was lying on her back in the bedroom, and another moment to realize that she had been stripped and tied to her bed! Panic and anger took her. She tugged against the bonds holding her, but to no avail; she could hardly lift her fist an inch off the mattress. “What is this?” she snapped, not losing her tough exterior for a second.
            The women of the Nara clan were the aggressive ones, apparently, and the men were passive. Sasuke did not mind this fact. With a subtle smirk, he rose to his feet and approached the nearly-naked woman splayed out before him. She saw him, but did not cower, though he noticed the slight drop of sweat rolling down the corner of her brow. A pause passed between them before her scowl deepened while mentioning his name. She had not seen him in person since the days her son was still in the academy, but she recognized his face from her husband’s book of notorious ninja. As though the knowledge of who her captor was made any sort of difference to the strength of her bondage, she fought anew at the wires and clothing pinning her to the mattress. Completely undignified, thrashing vainly while on display in nothing but her undergarments; she fumed even when her own husband accidentally walked in on her while changing. This was far beyond what she would tolerate!
            Her attitude was opposite to his own mother, Sasuke contemplated. Uchiha Mikoto was a warm and caring mother; Yoshino, on the other hand, was strict and overbearing most of the time. Sasuke did not speak to her for the moment, letting her get out as much aggression as she wanted before he explained his plans for her. She was a feisty one, but he had expected all those targets that were not under the influence of his persuading genjutsu to put up a small fight. Well, Yuugao succumbed, and Yoshino was no Anbu.
            “You are mine, Yoshino,” Sasuke told her. He felt her flinch when he set a hand atop her ankle. She hissed venomously like an agitated cobra when his fingertips grazed further up, passing over her knee to explore her naked thigh. Her muscles quivered and tightened as the trail slowed while nearing the apex. How dare he touch her so intimately? “Until I have done what is necessary,” Sasuke continued, coming to stand at her side. He doubled over at his midsection and swiftly brought his hand up to grasp the seething older woman’s chin so that they could face directly and she could see his small, wicked smirk. “You will submit.”
            Yoshino growled venomously. “How dare…?!” She was silenced mid-sentence by Sasuke’s forced kiss. He meshed his lips forcibly with hers, almost as if trying to bruise her mouth. Though his tongue brushed against the entrance of her mouth, he knew it wasn’t wise to try to force his passage with a row of teeth above and below that would have no qualms about coming together and biting off anything between them. Angered protests were muffled against his mouth. The kiss grew sloppy due to her resistance, and he pulled up, licking his moist lips hungrily as he took a flurry of malicious words shot from Shikamaru’s fiery mother’s mouth. She pulled violently against her bonds, but Sasuke had been thorough, not one to underestimate the might of Konoha, even its civilians. All she was doing was giving an alluring show to the vengeful teenager, his eyes drawn to the floundering of her bosom. A little more, and her bra might start riding up, and that’d be a tragedy.
            “I’ve no time to stay longer than necessary,” he murmured when she had ceased her furious ranting, “but it will be enough to toy with you.” Before she could guess what he was implying, a gauntleted hand reached down so that his forefinger could slip around the strap between the cups of her bra. For the first time, she made a sound that wasn’t angry; it was a nervous and confused stammer when her dark eyes glanced to her chest. In a flash, the undergarment was tugged up over the slopes of her breasts for the boy’s eyes to feast upon. They jiggled with weight, but they were not on par with Kurenai’s pair. The set of b-cups were topped with brown nipples, beautiful circles around taut nubs responding to the temperature of the room and the chill of her current situation.
            Sasuke’s hands went to either breast and pinched the tips and twisted them like little dials. She inhaled sharply through her teeth from the abrupt contact, her body jerking in response. His audacity was sickening and frightening. Demanding to be released again was a waste of breath; she had no choice but to try to pull away from him, which proved to be a fruitless. He wanted her breasts, and there was nothing she could do about it beyond watch with hateful eyes. He was sure to meet her glare with his smirk as he slowly dipped down, his pink tongue barely peeking out from his slightly agape mouth.
            The tip traced her areola, causing it to tighten in diameter due to the light tickle of applied saliva. Several more times, he licked her with feather gentleness before his lips finally surrounded the bud. “You damned brat,” she spat at him. A trace of red crossed over the bridge of her nose to stain her cheeks. He kept his eyes on her, even as his mouth drew hotly on her supple tit. “You won’t get away with this! The shinobi of Konoha…!” She suddenly clammed up. Unexpectedly, her crotch became the sole attention of his left hand now that his mouth had taken command of her breast. Her breath shuddered. “Y-you…” She wanted to rebuke him and his wretched life, but the caresses against her panty-clad vagina was distracting.
            She and her husband were intimate enough for her satisfaction – once or twice a month – and Shikaku was a very thorough lover when he wanted to be, but to be touched, nay, caressed down there after she had gone so long without Shikaku’s warmth was a bit much.
            As expected, she wasn’t succumbing quickly; the panties were still relatively dry, though Sasuke could faintly detect a growing heat. Her angry stubbornness was one thing, but it was an entirely different matter when it came to the natural responses of the flesh. Boldly, he pushed his middle finger against her groin, right where her entryway was. She gasped, but her sex did not yield. It would take a bit more, and Sasuke was fine with that. He had known that the women of the Fire Country would not be easy.
            Her breasts were a delightful treat, and he could certainly play with them a little later, but he needed her to respond to his presence in a more favorable way. He crawled onto the bed with the grace of a tiger, his prey pinned and helpless underneath him, able only to breathe and sling a few words of hate at him. He ignored her feistiness and just gave her that wicked smile as he slowly descended himself to the space between her thighs.
            Yoshino’s bravado was shaken the moment she saw the Uchiha slowly come to nestle in between her stretched-out legs. Trying to close the gap was futile, even when pulling with all her might against the cords. “Stop it! Get away!” she snapped, hoping that her tone would be enough as it was with her son.
            “You must’ve not understood me, Yoshino-san,” purred Sasuke with wicked sarcasm. Her breath hitched when she felt his finger trace the edge of the crotch of her white underwear. Shivers that weren’t birthed of fear began to make her tingle, her nipples both now proud, sensitive points at the peaks of her bosom. “You are mine until I’ve finished; nothing more than a task of a grander mission.” The crotch of her underwear was brutally wrenched to one side, the fabric almost in danger of tearing. He could now set his eyes on her quim crowned with a patch dark-brown pubic hair. She had become wet, but only slightly from his provocative touches. He’d soon have her drenched and yearning for him.
            His smirk to her was most unpleasant. “And I shall enjoy every instant of it.”
            Yoshino wasn’t left waiting for more than a second before she involuntarily arched at the sensation of a tongue swathing over her vagina. A second lick quickly followed, ending with a few taunting flicks against the crest. The burn of arousal had begun to flare within her, starting like a bonfire at her assaulted loins. To progress faster, Sasuke had set his palms at her pelvis and used his thumbs to pull back the clitoral hood and expose the defenseless jewel underneath. His tongue greeted the nub with tender strokes and prodding, his lips sometimes enclosing and suckling it.
            “You disgusting boy,” she growled out between labored breaths. She tried to turn her hips away from him, but his hands insisted that they stay in place. “How could you have turned to this?” Truth be told, when she knew of him as a boy, she thought him to be an ideal son: obedient, strong, and smart. Now he had turned into one of the worst criminals of Konoha and was enjoying the flavor of her pussy.
            How could he have turned to this? What a ridiculous question, Sasuke mused while lapping at her clit. Let her boy endure the burden of being the last of his clan because the rest of Konoha feared his bloodline, and maybe he wouldn’t have turned out so different from the Uchiha avenger. With a determined grunt, he forced his mouth harder against her nether lips so that his tongue may reach deeper. The more he licked, the less she spoke.
            It was hard for the older woman to swallow the moans of her enjoyment of this treatment. Shikaku hadn’t given her oral in quite some time, content to let his fingers prep her for intercourse. A tongue had a wider range of sensations to bestow, and Sasuke was being sure to put it to good use. Though it felt good in a wicked sense, Yoshino renewed her fight. Maybe if she pulled hard enough, one of the legs she was strapped to would break; all she needed was one free limb to scare Sasuke away, and then she could work on freeing herself completely. It turned out to be a dead-end scheme, though. The bed’s legs were too strong, and her strength was waning fast with the onslaught on her vagina. Soon, she conceded to defeat, arms and legs sore from pulling. Now droplets of perspiration were beading over her body, slipping down the slopes of her breasts with each desperate breath. Moans sometimes mingled with her panting. With the lack of strength also came the lack of control; her hips began to lift and roll slightly as Sasuke continued to taste her essence, drinking it all straight for its source.
            Her clit was erect and throbbing now with urgent need; Sasuke often obliged its yearning to be played with, but he seemed more focused on her folds. He separated them, glanced within, and then inserted his tongue to clear away the flowing juices. The oral muscle wriggled and flexed inside of her, coaxing the fire of primal lust. It was not long before this treatment had Shikamaru’s mother convulsing, her snatch tightening with the threat of release.
            Smirking, Sasuke sat back and chose to let her dangle in this state of desperation for a moment. The way her body tightened, muscle groups working together to try to bring about the release that they craved to put an end to the rushing adrenaline; it was mesmerizing. When she gave a frustrated whine, he felt that he should finish the job before completing the mission. He went down against, pressing his tongue flat against her clit and undulating the muscle. Yoshino shook her head with a strained protest. The orgasm was pending, as she was doing well to fight it, but Sasuke was just as determined as her.
            His right hand came into play, tracing the trembling fold of her vagina, teasingly pressing only an inch into her before withdrawing; he did this several times before his true goal was revealed. A gasp of shock was taken in by Yoshino when she felt the digit drop lower to press against her second hole. “What are you doing?!” It was the first time she sounded vulnerable, and the sound was delicious. One could hardly believe that she was the intense, strict woman of the Nara household when she whimpered from the intrusion of her backside. Sasuke’s finger pushed through the virgin opening to explore within, pressing against the walls of her rectum while his tongue continued to dance across her snatch.
            The variety of sensation was too much for the woman who had been holding back for so long. With a tongue playing with her clit and a finger pumping in and out of her ass, she was unable to hold back the wash of release. She squealed shamefully when the rush of her fluids met Sasuke’s mouth. Her orgasm spent too much for it to be contained with just his tongue, so a good portion overflowed down his face and saturated the sheets. The tremors of pleasure had her wheezing and bucking erratically until she finally settled, eyes wide and unseeing as she faced the wall.
            Yoshino felt ashamed of her weakness; Sasuke, on the other hand, was sitting pretty with the smirk of success. The preparations were complete, and now it was time to reap the rewards. While she lay in a daze, he worked on the sash holding his pants on, quick to discard the purple rope and descend his slacks to his knees. He felt no reason to waste time getting completely undressed, so the moment his erection sprung free from its confines, he was ready to proceed.
            Yoshino didn’t realized just what was happening until her buttocks were cupped in either of Sasuke’s palms to elevate her groin. Eyes reflected horror and mortification, she glanced down her body to see the cock standing eagerly at attention. It pulsed in time with his heartbeat, which was steadier than it should’ve been given the situation. The underside rubbed against her snatch when Sasuke brought her waist to him, tautening the restrictions holding her by the wrists. “You can’t,” she blurted out when he began to rub against her without the intent to actually penetrate.
            His chuckle was short and low. “You should know by now that I very much can,” he said. And to prove himself, he adjusted his posture until his sex was pressing against hers. With just the subtlest thrust, he would spear her. To Yoshino, she knew it wasn’t a matter of if he would do it; it was when. A deep exhale rasped from his throat when Yoshino felt greater pressure against her folds. “I… can do anything.” Her walls yielded to his smooth and slow thrust, separating and squeezing around him as he journeyed deep within.
            Sweat matted the stray tresses of hair to Yoshino’s forehead when she jerked. The boy was endowed, she noticed for the first time. He filled her as well as her husband had, if not a little more so. Worse than that, however, was her own condition. Her body was so willing to take him in, drenched with natural lubricant so that he could merge completely with her in one, steady push. With her hands stretched out and useless, they could only ball into tight fists so that her nails would bite into her palms. She found it the most difficult thing in the world not to sigh her satisfaction when Sasuke’s cockhead came to the back of her vagina.
            Sasuke had no reason to pretend and gave a breath of satisfaction. There was enough of himself buried inside her to be happy with; he needn’t force her to take him in to the base. After a brief moment of relishing their union, he looked down at her, planted a palm on either side of her body, and made an embarrassing observation: “You’re so wet, Yoshino-san…”
            She knew that, but didn’t want him to take notice. Acting on what she felt was the only thing she could do, she spat up at him. The wad of spit landed against his cheek and effectively made his smirk disappear. For her, that was enough. “You are filth, Uchiha Sasuke,” she said as steadily as she could. It was still quite a disgrace that her vaginal muscles were lovingly squelching the member nestled in between them.
            Calm and cool, Sasuke wiped the disgusting splatter from his face. There was a flicker of murder in his eyes, and that would’ve suited Yoshino just fine given this scenario. But Sasuke was in control, not her. “Filth?” he repeated. His hips moved, drawing back until the swollen head only remained at the threshold of her womanhood. A hand moved to her waist and held her like an iron clasp. “My cause is noble.” With a harsh grunt, he surged into the mother and had her crying out. “And my nobility will eradicate and replace the true filth of this world.” Again, he drew out of her just to ram back in, and did so three more times before his thrusts became more shallow.
            Helpless, Yoshino had no choice but to take his powerful and quick thrusts. Her breasts wobbled in time with the collisions of their pelvises until one was sought by Sasuke’s hands to be molested. He groped the soft mound, enough to leave fingerprints before moving to maul its twin. The aching nipple was plucked and twisted at his leisure before he chose to bend in half and take it in between his teeth.
            “Kyahh!” Yoshino lost her voice for a moment. At their age, she and Shikaku didn’t make love with such wildness before. Sasuke’s hips practically rolled against her, moving at an angle that allowing him to grind her clitoris. And with his hungry mouth latched onto her right breast, it was a full-out assault on her senses.
            His cock pounded mercilessly into her, beating against her cervix more times than not. He didn’t seem to wish to cause her any discomfort, but he was becoming submerged in the throes of sexual frenzy. The slick, cushiony walls around his pumping member squeezed as if to grasp and hold him in place until he fired his load inside of her. Not yet, though… He could hold out a while longer.
            Yoshino was unable to catch her breath. All of it was working against her: the feeling of being bound and defenseless, the young cock fucking her passionately, the sinful thrill of lying with someone new rather than her husband – albeit a forced predicament. A prolonged moan of wanton lust was drawn from her throat, and if she had the mobility, her legs would’ve clamped around Sasuke’s waist. The scourge of Konoha, this demented killer was fucking her close to oblivion, yet she had come to welcome it. Let this night be forgotten in the morning, but for now… rapture…
            The headboard pounded with jarring force against the wall, enough to start splintering the barrier. This room had never been filled with such a commotion before; the sound of wet flesh slapping together, male and female moans overlapping, the bed rattling and thumping with each drive of the boy’s hips. Yoshino screamed herself hoarse when she came, every muscle gripping. She pushed herself up against him, taking him fully into her snatch, despite the pain of applying such pressure on her cervix. Liquid pleasure gushed from her, which made the sound of Sasuke’s thrusts even gooier. The motions of his hips became short and quick before he became still.
            And then Yoshino felt the heat spreading into her, filling her passage with heavy spurts. She cooed from the familiar sensation; Shikaku usually wore condoms or pulled out to waste his essence in tissue. She loosened her muscles and sunk into the bed, near the point of passing out while the boy finished inside of her.
            Sasuke’s face twisted with exhaustion as his sac discharged its load into the woman. The walls around aided in the ejaculation, squeezing him to milk out every precious droplet. With his sperm sent to do their job, he, too, went slack. He held himself up to hover over her. Sweat rolled down his face to drip on the panting woman’s body. She was absolutely bathed in sweat, hers and his. His hand came up to glide over her slippery stomach, noticing how she clenched and flexed at his touch. When he observed her face, though, he discovered that she was too exhausted to stay awake.
            All for the better. Wiping her memory of this night would be easier this way. Reaching down, he gave a soft grunt as he extracted his flaccid penis from her flooded depths.
~~~
            Karin was content to soak in the tub of warm water. Finally feeling clean, she thought this was the perfect time to relax, but it had proven itself rather difficult while the wall right next to her boomed with the sound of a thudding headboard. She could easily hear the sounds of sex in the other room, and while it ruffled her feathers and made the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end, she knew it was Sasuke’s purpose. For him, she could endure this little quest, so long as she was the only one at his side in the future.
            Her closed eyes opened lazily when she heard that middle-aged lady scream. The climax, she guessed, which meant Sasuke was soon to be finishing up. Then they would be off again, searching for a new target. Sighing, she closed her eyes again and hoped to find some relaxation.
            No more than five minutes later, the bathroom door opened. She looked and was actually surprised that Sasuke had stepped inside. Pouting her lips and giving her most disinterested look, she asked, “Are you done? Do we have to head out now?”
            Sasuke just stared at her for a moment. Then his eyes closed serenely. “No, not yet.”
            Karin perked up when he suddenly slipped his arms out of his shirt before continuing to undress. Soon, he was standing almost as naked as her and was making to be fully nude. “What are you doing?” she finally mustered the courage to ask after the last article of his clothing was peeled away. Without a word, he moved to the tub and wedged in behind her, pressing tightly to her back. She flushed deeply at this intimacy; he wasn’t hard, so he wasn’t looking for sex here. She carefully looked over her shoulder. “Sasuke?”
            His teeth sunk into her shoulder, causing her to wince. Almost immediately, he was supping her healing chakra into his system to rejuvenate his strength and stamina. Neither of them said anything, but when his arm came around her midsection, Karin smiled and closed her eyes. Yes, this was where she wanted to be…
~~~
            The rain was still coming down, endless and unrelenting. Lightning struck in the distance of Amegakure, followed by the rumble of thunder. Passing through its soaked lands was a single person, moving as if wounded. The black cloak designed with red clouds shielded her from the downpour. The final steps were made, and she gasped when her strength gave out. Panting, Konan braced against the first tree of the forest on the outskirts of her Village.
            She had thought herself dead, but it seemed that Tobi was more anxious to collect his eyes rather than confirm her death. Well, that would be his mistake. Growling softly, she looked at the path in front of her, long and dark. But she was that much closer to its end with that one, first step…
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