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The Heir & the Heiress	By : eevee_erin Category: Naruto > General Views: 10146 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Sasuke
- 2-Hinata
- 3-Sakura
- 4-Shikamaru
- 5-Sasuke
- 6-Sakura
- 7-Sasuke
- 8-Ino
- 9-Hinata
- 10-Sasuke
- 11-TenTen
- 3
- 4
- 5
Present…

Shikamaru was just laying down his last piece of completed paperwork regarding some new trading protocols being installed between the new allied shinobi nations, when his office door flew open with an unnecessarily loud bang.

“Shikamaru! Just the man I needed to see!” Naruto called out with way too much enthusiasm as he entered his old friend’s office and plopped his happy ass in the seat across the desk from Shikamaru. Flinging his feet onto the front of the desk in front of him, Naruto leaned back in his chair and threw his arms behind his head as he cheesed like an idiot at his brunette friend.

Shikamaru let out one of his famous sighs and placed his chin on his hands that were currently being propped up on his desk in front of him. Closing his eyes for a few seconds internally hoping the blonde dope would have disappeared when he opened them, and was thoroughly disappointed when he only opened them to see that wide smile staring back at him still. “You can be a real drag sometimes, you know that? What do you want Naruto?” Shikamaru asked with as much annoyance in his voice as he could muster.

“Oh come on Shikamaru!” Naruto exclaimed feigning a look hurt on his face, “Don’t you still enjoy my company?”

“I never enjoyed your company idiot.” Shikamaru replied, although this time he let a little smile slip. Sure this big blonde brute was one of the most annoying individuals he had the privilege of calling a friend, he was also one of the people he most respected in the whole village. Uzumaki had a heart the size of the village, and that made up for what he lacked in brain. That was fine though, because Naruto had Shikamaru there to be his brains for him. He had already promised the over confident man that he would be his top advisor whenever he became Hokage. Even though it wasn’t a predetermined decision to make Naruto one of the future Hokages, Naruto didn’t care. He told himself that he was going to be Hokage someday and that is all that mattered to him.

“You wound me Shikamaru, ya know.” Uzumaki said through one of his cocky smiles. He couldn't help but notice the pure happiness and positivity radiating from the man across from him.

“What’s got you in such a good mood today Naruto? You finally get laid?” I mean the guy in front of him was practically glowing, when only the other day he looked like a dead man walking. The brunette’s snarky question caught the blonde off guard enough to knock him off balance in his chair and have to swing his feet off of the desk to keep from falling flat on his back. “It was that good huh?” Shikamaru chuckled under his breath.

“Screw you Nara.” Naruto barked at him as he resituated himself in his chair. “But no, I just had a really good night's sleep last night ya know.” Glaring at Shikamaru he continued, “how the hell do you even know that Sakura and I haven’t yet anyway? We keep our personal lives pretty private I thought.”

All Shikamaru had to do was raise an eyebrow at his embarrassed friend, “Even you should be able to figure that one out.”

Growling something incoherent to himself Naruto ran an agitated hand through his hair, “Ino right. I should’ve figured. Just never thought Sakura would tell her friend something that personal ya know.”

“Naruto,” Shikamaru leaned forward, “If there is something that I have learned from being married this past year, is that woman tell each other everything. Ino especially, possess a talent for weaseling the most confidential of information out of a person, without even having to use her jutsu. I am sure Sakura didn’t even stand a chance with that one.” For a brief second he thought he saw a dangerous look flash in his friend’s eyes, but then he broke out in an embarrassed chuckle as he rubbed the back of his head with one of his hands.

“Yea, I am sure you’re right about that. But Sakura should have known better about her friend by now, you would think anyways” Naruto resumed his natural poster again and carried on his conversation, “Not that it is anybody’s business, but me and Sakura have just decided to wait until our wedding night is all. We want to make it sorta special, ya know.” A slight blush appeared on his friends cheeks and he cleared his throat in order to change the current topic of conversation. “Actually speaking of the wedding, Sakura has told me that Temari isn’t going to be able to be part of the wedding party. She is really heartbroken that she wont have one of her best friends as a bridesmaid. I know she is pregnant and all but why does that matter?”

Shikamaru had a feeling this conversation was going to come up after Temari had told him about her conversation with Sakura the other day. He had came home to his over hormonal pregnant wife one evening crying on the couch. He had immediately thought that something was wrong with the baby and sprinted to her side as quickly as possible to see what had her so upset. Temari was not one who cried often, even in her current state where she couldn’t necessarily control it. To his relief, and amusement, she had just came home from letting Sakura know she didn’t feel comfortable committing herself to being a bridesmaid at her upcoming wedding to Naruto because she has been so busy with preparing for the baby and continuing her work with the international shinobi alliance council. The real reason she expressed to her husband was because she didn’t want to look fat and over-emotional up there next to the other women. Shikamaru Nara prided himself on being a very intelligent man, but seeing his regularly so fierce wife sobbing over the thought of her growing belly, he couldn’t control the urge to laugh at the oddity of the scene before him. Yea that did not go over well. Temari shot him a look that could’ve killed, threw damn near everything in the living room at him while using every derogatory term in the dictionary, then tore his close off in a frenzy to fuck him right there on the living room floor. So I guess it had eventually ended up pretty alright. These pregnancy hormones are no joke though, that is for sure.

Letting out another sigh, Shikamaru leaned back in his chair wishing he was half way home by now. “Naruto man, that is something Sakura is just going to have to figure out okay. Temari was never one for listening to me much before she got pregnant, and now she definitely doesn’t listen to me. You’ll understand one day.” Smirking, he couldn’t resist himself from saying, “If Sakura ever lets you put it where it counts.”

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Shikamaru breathed a sigh of relief to finally be taking his shoes off in the entrance way of his house. The days at the Hokage’s place have seemed to be getting longer and longer, and the nights shorter and shorter. He couldn’t help but feel a little pleased at how his day at the office ended today though. Teasing Naruto has always been a favorite pastime of his, so being able to press just the right buttons to get that hot head yelling a few obscenities at him and storm from the room cutting their conversation short, was considered a win in his book. Even though he knew Naruto could easily kick his ass if he really wanted too, Shikamaru couldn’t resist using his wittiness to get the big blonde’s panties in a bundle.

Stepping into the hallway he paused and listened to the quietness around him. That was weird he thought, usually he returned home to the sounds of Temari cursing at the oven or throwing the laundry across the room. His warrior of a wife has not been getting very accustomed to her required maternity leave from any missions. She was brought up under the former Kazekage of the Village Hidden in the Sand, where she has been fighting to prove her worth as a woman ninja since her birth. So simple house work had her pulling her rapidly growing blonde hair out. She rather be out there pummeling a group of gangsters than trying to cook some dumplings. Curious as to why it was so quiet, Shikamaru cautiously peeked into the living room.

Curled up at the end of the couch snoring softly was the woman he loved more than life itself. The mother of his unborn child. She had a small trash can sitting beside her and a wet rag sitting on her forehead. Her hand rested protectively on her lower abdomen. He could only deduce by the scene in front of him that her nausea must have been getting the best of her today. Moving the trash can to the floor in front of her, Shikamaru grabbed the closest throw blanket and gently laid it over his wife’s body. Normally so strong and fierce all the time, Temari’s sleeping form made her look five years younger and so vulnerable. A surge of protectiveness filled Shikamaru at the sight of her like this, and he had no doubt that he wouldn’t hesitate a millisecond to die for this woman.

Exiting the living room stealthily, he strode to the bathroom and started the shower waiting for it to steam up. He stripped off his shinobi uniform and hung it on the back of the door, then stepped into the shower. As the hot water hit his muscles he suddenly felt how drained he was. Staring at words on paper most of the day may seem like a easy job to some, but when those words determine how happy each of the newly allied nations stay with each other, well that makes it a little less simple. Breathing in the steam rising around him, Shikamaru let his mind wander away from him and didn’t even hear the door to the bathroom open, or the door to the shower slide open and shut once more behind him.

He was brought back from his day dreaming state when a pair of tanned hands wrapped around his chest and his wife rested her head on his back. Shikamaru covered her hands with his own as the shower water ran over his head and face. They stayed like that for some time before Temari pulled one of her hands out from his and slowly slid it down over his defined abdomen and into his soft brown curls above his groin. Groaning, he became hyper aware of the fact that every part of his wife’s wet naked body was pressed flush against his own. He could feel the small kisses she was trailing along his shoulder blades, the swell of her swollen breasts pressed against his back, the subtle bulge of her just now barely visible baby bump.

           Shikamaru never really had any desire to become a father. Especially so soon after a war that nearly destroyed the world. He knew the hard work that was ahead of all of them after so much death and destruction. Working so closely to Temari with the allied shinobi alliance council, their matching wits and intelligence ignited a strong chemistry that had been growing between them since the day she stepped into his village. So naturally they ended up hooking up whenever he stopped over in Sunagakure or she had a stop in Konohagakure. It wasn't until a failed mission in the Land of Silence when him and his squad were rescued by a team led by Temari herself, that he started realizing who he was as a person, as a ninja, as a man. The war had left a lot of his fellow peers left to question themselves and their purposes. We were all pretty messed up after it all came to an end. Temari, who had been harboring feelings for the lead ninja for a long time, was there to help him come to terms with who he was. He was so concerned about who the man he thought he should be, would be able to truly come from the child that he once was. But she helped him understand that all they have is right now, this current moment in time. It wasn’t worth wasting the time you were given today, worrying about tomorrow. Shikamaru decided that he was just going to be who he was, in this moment, and hope that he had the chance to live long enough to be himself in many other moments. A lot of his past friends and companions would never have that opportunity.

         So when Temari had revealed to him her desire to have a baby, to be a mother, naturally he was a little taken back by the idea of parenthood. But everyday since she opened up to him about it he could see how much joy it would bring her. Just walking through the market or streets of the village, she always stopped to play or coo at all the young children. It also made since as to why she spent a lot of her time volunteering to work at the academy if they were short staffed, even with her already hectic workload. He had to take in consideration that she is three years and almost exactly one month older than he is, he would have been being selfish to deny her at least the chance and try. Some kunoichis have hard times conceiving due to past injuries they received in the field. But wouldn't you know that only three short months of being able to cum inside his wife, her blood test came back positive and now here they were already three months into the pregnancy. Only six more until he gets to meet his unborn child.

   The feeling of his wife's wet hand wrap around his already hardened member snapped him back into the moment. He let out a low moan of approval as she began to stroke him with her hand reaching around from behind his body. As she kept the rhythm up, and started alternating between gently biting and sucking on his back and shoulder blades, Shikamaru looked down to watch Temari's hand work its magic. As it firmly stroked up and down, and back and forth, he couldn't help but admire it. Her nails weren't manicured and painted, but always kept trimmed and clean. And her hands weren't delicate and soft, but strong and lean. She was a ninja, a warrior, and his goddess. Not some pampered princess, and that turned him on like nothing else.

      As her hand on his erect shaft started to pick up the pace, her hand currently still pressed against his chest started making its way south as well when Shikamaru grabbed her wrist suddenly. The sudden movement surprised Temari and her other hand briefly halted its movement as well.

      "If you continue this for very much longer I'm not going to last." Shikamaru said through clenched teeth.

     Moving up on her tiptoes to press her mouth to his neck and closer to his ear, Temari's husky voice made his member pulse in her hand. "You can always make it up to me." When Shikamaru didn't respond after a couple seconds, her hand carried on where it left off.

      Realizing he still had a firm grip on her other wrist, that was tightening by the second, he massaged it for a moment then let it go to continue its path downwards. While she continued to pump his manhood at a tantalizing pace, her other perfect hand moved lower to cup his balls. When she momentarily tightened her grip he let out a hiss in approval, and he heard her tormenting laughter from behind him. Letting himself get lost in the sensation of one of her hands jerking off his cock while the other massaged his underneath half, Shikamaru didn't last long. Involuntarily moving his hips in rapid succession with her hands, he let out an airy moan of pleasure as he covered his wife's hand and shower wall with his sticky semen.

       Temari only let Shikamaru a few seconds to enjoy his orgasm until she whipped him around to face her, wrapped her long arms around his neck to pull him to her, and shoved her tongue between his lips. Shikamaru's head was still spinning a little from getting off, but when he finally got his bearings, he proceeded to wrap his arms around his wife's soaked body and crush her to him harder. As her tender swollen breasts were pushed against his chest firmly, he heard her sudden intake of breath from the slight discomfort it brought, but when his hands caressed their way up her sides to cup them gently she relaxed and moaned into their kiss.

     Temari's tits have always been great, but the hormones that are preparing her body for child birth and providing their offspring with life right now, have done amazing things for them. From them being swollen while they prepare to carry sustenance for their baby, they were always nice and perky and happy to see him. They've always fit in his hands nicely, but now they threaten to spill out of them. All this stretching has made them super sensitive as well, and they seem to be Temari's automatic "on button" if Shikamaru is ever struggling to get some from her. Hell, he accidentally grazed them with his arm during supper just reaching for the salt and that was all it took to light the fire in his wife's eyes. There went all the food on the floor while they fucked right there on the table. He went to bed highly satisfied that night but still hungry.

      Finding Temari's rigid nipples with his thumbs, Shikamaru rubbed them while his tongue danced with hers. Hearing her soft moans and gasps into his mouth made his just serviced manhood stand at attention again. As it jabbed into his wife's soft belly she chuckled arrogantly against his lips between kisses.

    "I see you still have the stamina to keep up with me….for now anyways." Trailing kisses along his jaw and down his neck to nibble on his collarbone he felt Temari smile against him. "But now let's see if you’re still able to fuck me."

  Shikamaru smirked as he watched his wife's taut ass sashay out of the shower in front of him. Following her he stepped out and turned around to grab his towel from atop the shower door. He didn't have time to wrap it around his body because he was shoved to the ground as soon as he turned back around. Letting out a grunt as half his body hit cold, wet tile. Thankfully his ass landed on the towel he was attempting to wrap around himself before his lust filled wife attacked him. He had just caught the breath that was knocked out of him in the fall, just to have his breath stolen again when he saw the sight of his wife’s naked, dripping wet body straddling his hips and getting into position to lower herself onto his stiff erection.

    Damn he was one hell of a lucky guy. All he could do was watch in awe as Temari prepared to take him. Her thick wavy blonde hair, now wet from the shower, was clinging to her neck and shoulders. Her full breasts sat perfectly on her chest and her small, pink round nipples pointed out at him eagerly. He could've came instantly if he wasn't use to the erotic goddess that was his wife, when he watched her take his member in her perfect fingers, guide it between her out spread golden tan legs, angle her wide hips above him and finally lower herself onto Shikamaru. They both groaned as there hips met each other, joining them together completely.

    Shikamaru tried to calm his racing heart beat in his chest. His eyes watched as a round water droplet formed at the tip of one of her blond waves, let go and began its tantalizing journey down Temari's panting chest, underneath the curve of her perfect breast, to race down her thin waist, over the small bump of her lower abdomen, and finally found its destination in her golden curls above her sweet spot. As if the water droplet signaled go, Temari sat back on her knees and began to move her hips up and down on Shikamaru's thick length at an excruciating pace. He didn't know where to look, at his cock disappearing and reappearing in and out of his wife's vice like pussy or at her bouncing breasts as she played with her nipples and smiled down at him.

     Shikamaru's mouth was salivating at the need to put those nipples into his mouth and suck the shit out of them. He needed to have her in his mouth, to make her moan his name. As if Temari could read his thoughts, she angled her hips back and placed a hand on either side of Shikamaru's head to support herself as she ground herself against him there on the bathroom floor. He only allowed for a second of appreciation to watch her tits bouncing magnificently together in front of his face. Taking a beautiful breast in each hand he sucked a delectable nipple into his mouth and swirled his tongue around it, while he massaged the other one with his other hand. As if on command Temari let out a gasp that sounded very much like his name.

    Making sure to give the same amount of attention to each nipple he alternated sucking on them and flicking them with the tip of his tongue. He could tell Temari was close to her climax because she was making small mewing noises between each thrust of her hips. Speeding up her bounces, she angled back onto her knees and threw her head back in ecstasy as she went over the edge. Watching his wife get off gave him the best high he ever had. Her blonde head flipped upwards toward the ceiling with her voluptuous mouth opened in a tiny "o" shape. Her bouncing breasts shoved upwards when she arched her back into her orgasm. Feeling the walls of her womanhood contracting around his throbbing cock sent him following her over the edge.

   "Shit", was all Shikamaru could say as he emptied himself, for the second time of the night, inside his wife. Resting his hands on top of her quivering thighs, he watched as Temari’s breasts heaved up and down in rhythm with her heavy breathing. The sight couldn’t help but make his spent member give a little twitch while still deeply lodged inside her slick heat. She was just so damn sexy. Moving a hand to lay flat against the soft bulge of her lower abdomen, his wife opened her dark green, almond shaped eyes to smile gently down at him. Letting out a satisfied groan she dropped her chest onto his and nuzzled into his neck. He didn’t know how long they laid like that, but Shikamaru was content to spend the rest of his life laying on his bathroom floor, buried deep inside his wife, staring up at the swirls of the ceiling above him. He could pretend they were clouds passing slowly over head if he tried hard enough.

     It was a nice thought, but his lower back started to dully ache from the pressure of Temari’s hips shoving his into the hard tile. So he gently caressed her back as he positioned himself to sit up and continued to cradle her sunkissed body in his arms. While he stood up and made his way to their bedroom, he felt Temari place small kisses on his neck, and run one of her hands through his shoulder length brown hair that was usually pulled back. It was a good thing that he was absolutely exhausted, or her touching him like this would’ve easily had him ready to go again. Walking over to the bed, he gently laid his wife down and turned to grab her a t-shirt from the dresser beside them. The sight he saw when he turned back around sent an electric shock right to his groin. His sly fox of a wife had propped herself up on her pillow and was looking at him with her green eyes flashing him one of her arrogant looks that made his balls tighten in response. Traveling down her still shimmering, damp body, her hands were massaging her breasts, as her fingers rubbed over her newly erect nipples. But the sight that had his thoroughly worn out cock standing at full attention again, was the sight between her spread legs that she had made sure to position in full view of him. Her small mound of blonde hair was curling as it began to dry, but her spread pussy was still very much wet and he could see remnants of his white seed trickling out and onto their marital bed sheets.

Returning his wife’s sexy smirk with one of his own, he dropped the t-shirt he was holding and made his way over to her once more. Maybe this was why his nights have seemed so short lately. But if so, he really didn’t care.
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