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The Lone Traveler	By : BigE2955 Category: Naruto Crossovers > General Views: 49274 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Lucy was not a happy camper.
First of all, she was well aware that she was practically a walking sex bomb. Dazzling blonde hair, big, plump tits, and a fat (with a p!) ass? Please. She had used her looks more than once to get what she wanted. Innocent she might seem, but those sexy outfits she wore weren’t unintentional.
Unfortunately, the strategy that had effortlessly provided her with free food and drinks before seemed not to work on Sasuke.
One day had passed since her ass had been turned into a gaping cave by Sasuke’s massive cock. And already, she was at the end of her tether. Her mind was consumed by lust. For a while, she had been sated by the pleasurable sensation of his jizz leaking from her puckered hole - but eventually, that steady trickle had stopped, and even with his cum sloshing around her bowels, it just wasn’t enough.
And so, she came up with a plan.
She dressed out on the second day after her conquering. A short skirt, a skintight shirt, her luscious blonde hair done up, and her make up carefully crafted to emphasize her already cute features. Lucy stared at herself in the mirror. Enough cleavage revealed to float a boat. Every step she took would cause her skirt to ride up slightly - had it been an inch shorter, you’d be able to see her panties at all times.
Lucy went out that day, confidence in her brow, and a sexy sway to her hips. Of course, there was something else that she possessed, though it was a little more hidden - the desperate, almost mind numbing desire for a certain Uchiha’s long, fat cock to fill her aching asshole.
Her attempts to get into Sasuke’s pants were met with… resounding failure.
Sasuke and Erza were sitting at a table in the guildhall, the two quietly conversing, Erza’s head pressed against his chest and her hand subtly rubbing his crotch, though they tried to keep that particular detail as covert as possible.
Lucy had a rather elegant speech planned out. Full of flirting, luring Sasuke into the backroom, and about a dozen other details that she’d meticulously thought out as she had made her way to the guildhall from her apartment - though most of them were just positions she wanted him to take her ass in.
Things didn’t turn out quite as ‘elegant’ as she had thought they would.
The instant she saw Sasuke, she felt all hot and flushed. Her fingers and… other things tingled. And before she could think, before she could comprehend what was happening, she had strode across the room, bent over the table where Erza and Sasuke sat and blurted-
“Fuck me, please.”
Thankfully, the hall was loud and full of conversation and laughter. And so, only the redhead and her husband heard what Lucy had said.
They exchanged a glance.
“No.” Sasuke said.
Lucy deflated - feeling as if the weight of the world had come crashing down on her shoulders. “W-why?” she blurted.
“Because, Lucy…” Erza began. “Sasuke-kun might have gotten… a little out of hand. And he and I won’t be here forever, so we can’t let you get…”
“Addicted?” Lucy said. “But I want to, I want to, I want to be, please-”
“The answer is no, Lucy.” Sasuke said. “Don’t make me say it again.”
“But-”
“No.” Erza said, with firmness in her voice. “Trust us, Lucy, you’ll regret it if you don’t.”
Lucy took a step back, her face flushed, her expression defeated. She hung her head. Shuffling her feet across the ground, she walked away.
Sasuke sighed. “I… I’m not sure if that was a good idea.” he admitted.
“It’s already done, Master.” Erza whispered, playing with a strand of his hair. “There’s no point in dwelling on it now. Lucy will be fine, she’s just going to need a few days to… get over you. Don’t worry about it, alright?”
He nodded. “Alright.”
Sasuke leaned back in his chair. He reached a hand up, rubbing the skin beneath his eye for a moment, wincing slightly. A dull pain had suddenly appeared behind the socket - but it faded as quickly as it had come. He let out a sigh of relief. Sasuke tipped back the rest of his mug of water, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand once the rest of it was downed.
“I think I’m going to head back upstairs.” Sasuke said.
“So soon?” Erza asked. “It’s hardly even-”
“I just want to relax a little.” he murmured. “Not like that,” Sasuke said, giving her a pointed look - fucking the same girl day in and day out had gotten a tad tiring, even for him. “I just want to reminisce, maybe catch a nap, that’s all.”
“Okay.” Erza said, patting his thigh affectionately. “I’ll see you later, then?”
“Of course.” Sasuke said. Erza leaned up - pecking him on the lips, flashing him a wink. He smiled at her, before pushing his chair back, standing up. Ignoring the lingering look that Lucy gave him as he made his way out of the guildhall, Sasuke made his way outside.
It was an incredibly bright day. Sasuke realized that he was still fairly unaccustomed to the sheer cheerfulness and vibrance that ran through every street of Magnolia Town. It reminded him of Konoha right after the end of the Fourth Shinobi World War - but instead of that relatively short period, it was all of the time. Everyone always smiled. Everyone was always laughing, their eyes lively and their skin glowing. And no one seemed to think twice about it, because things like that were ordinary here.
Bah. Sometimes he felt like a right old grump - because a lot of time, he really missed Konoha. No one bothered him there, unless it was his wives, who he had no problem with being bothered by. But when he walked through the streets, when he went into stores and such, it was just: in, out, no problem, no extra conversation or effort that he’d have to put in. Here, you could stub your toe and have a dozen people offering to heal it. Not that it was a bad thing, but still, it was weird to someone like him.
Sasuke ran a hand through his raven hair, a dull sigh falling from his lips. He really wasn’t all that tired, but really, never before had he been forced to… hold back, at least when it came to screwing women. If anything, that was tiring. Back in the Elemental Nations, he had taken who he wanted, claimed their wombs, made them his, and he hadn’t a single regret about doing that, not yet at least. But things were different now. He was older. He had to be a little more mature about things, and try not to conquer every woman that he met, even if his primal instincts came loose every now and then and prompted a new girl to add under his belt.
Maybe it was wrong to feel that way, to view girls as mere notches on his wall. But… he reasoned that he didn’t feel that way about his many wives. And besides, it wasn’t as if they had said no to being conquered by him - Cana, Lucy, and even Juvia to a certain extent had all agreed. And they certainly bore no regrets, not when he had coerced them to disrobe, not when he had blown his load deep into Cana’s pussy and Lucy’s ass, and Juvia had been more than eager to get some ‘lessons’ from he and Erza.
It made him feel a little better about the whole ordeal.
A little.
But, a little voice nagged in the back of his mind, as he made his way up to the Fairy Hills Dormitory. ‘You remember Karui, don’t you?’ it whispered. ‘You slept with her once, and the next time you saw her, she was-’
‘Go fuck yourself.’ he told… well, himself.
Thankfully, the previously mentioned voice didn’t bother him again, as he made his way up the winding staircase, and then into the Fairy Hills building proper. It was quiet, as most of the occupants either down in the guildhall or off on missions. Sasuke went unmolested as he trekked to his and Erza’s room, still lost in thoughts about Erza and Lucy and Cana and… well, you get the idea.
They’d gotten him a spare key over the week that he’d been in Fiore. And so, he pulled it out of his pocket, twisted it into the lock, and stepped into his wife’s room without further ado.
Sasuke blinked.
“Hello, Sasuke!” a white haired girl chirped, waving at him eagerly as if the fact that she had been waiting in his and Erza’s room, on their cum-stained bed, wasn’t anything out of the ordinary.
Her name was… Mirajane, wasn’t it? Sasuke was fairly sure that was it. Erza had introduced her to him, albeit very briefly. She’d brought them food and drinks plenty, as well. And… something about pin up magazines? He couldn’t remember very clearly, considering he remembered being more focused on fondling his wife beneath the table while Juvia had explained the details to him.
And just like the vast majority of the women he’d met so far in Fiore, Mirajane was… unfathomably hot. Huge tits, a plump ass, legs that went on for miles, and a dazzling smile that was sure to charm any man out of his pants. What was it with the genetics in this place?
Sasuke rubbed his nose. “What are you doing in here?” he said, his voice a little… strained. Again, he had said that he wasn’t in the mood for that to Erza back in the tavern, but honestly, by this point he was always in the mood for ‘that’. Erza was just as hot as girls like Mirajane were, but Sasuke had gotten used to a little variety, and the same girl day in and day out had gotten a little… tiring for him. Not Mirajane, though. She was fresh meat, to put it in the least eloquent terms he could think of. And already he was sporting a partial just from the sight of that delightful cleavage she so teasingly showed.
Mirajane grinned at him. “I just wanted to pop in and say hello!” she chirped, her legs swinging freely beneath her. “And ask you something, of course.”
He frowned. “Ask me what?” Sasuke said, his voice cautious.
“Well, it’s rather simple.” Mirajane said. “I wanted to ask - you went through Cana, Juvia, Lucy, and yet you didn’t even consider coming after me, Sasuke? I confess, I’m a little hurt.” She pressed her lips together in a pout that was obviously false, and yet still positively adorable. “Am I not… hot enough for you?” she asked, raising herself up slightly, her luscious breasts jiggling in time with her words.
Sasuke’s gaze flooded with at first, confusion, and then… recognition. “Ah.” he said. “I see.”
Mirajane raised an eyebrow. “See what?” she asked.
“Your one of those girls.” Sasuke murmured. “Sweet and innocent on the outside… but really, you’re just a little sexual deviant, aren’t you?” he said, a smirk curling his lips.
“You caught me.” Mirajane said, putting up her hands in a mock surrender pose. “But… you aren’t going to say no, now are you?” she asked.
“To a beautiful woman like you?” Sasuke said. He reached for the hem of his shirt, and began to tug it off and over his head. “I’d have to be crazy.”
She licked her lips at the sight of the muscles that crisscrossed his chest. “If you were crazy, I suppose we’d have something in common.” Mirajane said cheekily, standing up. She closed the distance between her and Sasuke, hips swaying from side to side, her grin only widening. With no shame whatsoever, she placed her hands on his chest, allowing her fingers to explore the pecs and abs that many a woman had devoured with their own eyes. “Mmm…” she murmured. “You have to get quite a lot of exercise, don’t you?”
“I get around.” Sasuke said. Between the shinobi workouts (push ups, laps around the village) he made sure to maintain, and the… other workouts he had - having to keep the sexual needs of two dozen women sated was no mean feat - Sasuke would be shocked if he wasn’t fit, despite the relative peace and lack of serious fights that he’d been in since the end of the war.
“Yes, you do…!” Mirajane said, with a giggle. She smiled. And with one long, smooth movement, she swept her shirt off. Sasuke was honestly surprised her tits hadn’t made an exaggerated boing, as they bounced in the confines of her seafoam green bra. If he’d been sporting a partial before, then it was nothing compared to what he had now. His member was so hard, throbbing in his trousers, the engorged appendage feeling as if it was trying to tear through the pants and spring out.
In unison, they both took a step towards each other, and pressed their lips against the other’s. She tasted sweet, like blueberries, and he could honestly say that he liked it. His taste was musky to her, but intoxicating, and they found themselves deepening the kiss, wrapping their arms around each other, chests pressed together and faces so close that they appeared as if they were trying to mold together.
It wasn’t a ‘loving’ kiss. But sex was always much better when it was passionate, and that was a fact that both Mirajane and Sasuke knew well. Their tongues dueled, both of them experts who had met their match. Mirajane wasted no time in roaming her hands over his broad shoulders. Sasuke wasn’t idle with his hands either - lowering them and grabbing a heaping handful of her plentiful asscheeks. They weren’t quite as plump nor as big as Lucy’s had been, but he’d be an idiot to not appreciate them regardless.
She hopped up, her legs wrapping around his waist in a vice. Held up only by his firm grip on her ass, Mirajane seemed content to allow him to steer the location for now, more focused on soaking in the warmth of his lips and attempting to win the battle of tongues that had sprung up in the small space in between their mouths.
Sasuke set her down on the bed. The two seemed to think alike - and almost at the same time, Mirajane and Sasuke’s hands both sprung for their own pants, the two jerking off their trousers. Sasuke wore a pair of boxers, but Mirajane was clad in a pair of tight seafoam green panties that matched her bra. He couldn’t contain himself, and Sasuke sprung onto the bed, sweeping her up into another deep kiss. Every inch of their bodies was pressed together, and he relished in her sweet warmth, devouring her lips, his hands slipping around her back and unhooking her bra with effortless precision.
She couldn’t help but grin. Though he seemed to be in control - all Mirajane had to do was reach her hand down low, cup his balls through the fabric of his boxers, and give them a tiny squeeze. Sasuke let out a shuddering moan, and that was all the distraction she needed. The busty white haired woman reversed their positions, her on top of him. She pressed her tits against his chest, their lips still locked, Mirajane consciously grinding her sopping wet pantie-clad crotch against the bulge in his pants. This didn’t last long, however, and soon he’d switched up the positions again - Sasuke settling himself in between her legs.
Sasuke pulled away for a moment, but only to tug his boxers off. His member sprang free, longer and harder than ever, and Mirajane couldn’t help but groan as she felt it press up against her thigh. “Eager, are we?” she said breathlessly, her face flushed, her lips as red as Erza’s hair from their passionate make out session… though Sasuke’s lips were no better, as bruised as her’s were.
He cracked a grin - not a bright, cheerful one, but a grin that was more feral, more primal. “Oh… I’m going to enjoy this.” Sasuke murmured, pulling her panties to the side with one hand, his other gently directing the tip of his member against her entrance. She was wet, so wet that even his monstrous length was easily swallowed by her warm, welcoming folds.
Sasuke couldn’t help the groan that escaped his lips as he entered her, that same sentiment shared by Mirajane. Despite the easy access, her insides were unfathomably tight - almost to the point where it hurt. It felt as if her walls were rippling around his member at all times, intent on nothing else by wringing a load from his cock, through any means necessary.
He found himself thrusting inside of her without even thinking, Sasuke once again pressing his lips against hers in a fierce kiss. She grinned; with every thrust that he would send careening into her wet snatch, she would push back with equal force. It was a whirlwind of pleasure, both of them helplessly lost in it. This wasn’t some easy conquest of Sasuke’s, as Lucy and Cana had been. Mirajane was every bit his equal when it came to tossing around beneath the sheets.
Mirajane once again found purchase with her legs, and with a little tricky maneuvering, she once again managed to find herself on top of Sasuke. This time, however, she took preventive measures to stop him from switching the scales as quickly as he had last time - pressing her hands down on his chest… and more importantly, bouncing up and down on his cock hard enough, fast enough, deep enough that the sheer pleasure alone left Sasuke’s mind bleary.
Instead, his hands reached up, cupping the wobbly cheeks of her ass. With as much force as Mirajane was putting into slamming herself down, Sasuke began to thrust upwards. Both of them were moaning. “Oh…! “Argh!” “Yes!” “Fuck…!” His cock felt as if it was trapped in a vice. And for Mirajane, it felt amazing to have that delightfully large member strike so deep inside of her.
They continued to kiss, intertwined with one another, every inch of MIrajane’s boundlessly curvy and soft body pressed against his broad, muscled one. Their passion intensified, his thrusts growing more jerky and yet harder, while Mirajane’s tits were nearly bouncing up into her face from the force she was putting into dropping herself down onto his cock, again and again.
It was too much… for both of them. Her tightness and warmth. His length and ability to hit her sweetest points. They continued to slam against each other for several more minutes, but the ending to this prompt round of hot, steamy sex had already been decided.
They came together. Sasuke shooting his load deep into her insides. Mirajane’s sweet juices met his cum halfway, and they combined - to form a sort of whirlwind inside of her, that was held back from leaking out by the seal his cock made for her entrance. Both of them moaned, Mirajane rocking her hips on top of them, their kissing growing feverish.
The two of them went still, Sasuke still sheathed inside of her. Mirajane breathed heavily, her chin resting on his shoulder. Sasuke felt his breaths come fast as well, maybe a tad faster considering his still hard cock was twitching inside of her.
Mirajane leaned back, a soft smile on her face. She froze. And then yelped. “S-Sasuke…!” she murmured.
He blinked. “What’s wrong?”
“U-um…” Mirajane seemed unable to tell him what exactly was wrong. Instead, she showed him. Once his member was finally free from her snatch, she lead him to the bathroom, and directed him towards the mirror.
The shimmering, violet gaze of the rinnegan gleaming in his left eye greeted Sasuke.
A smirk curled his lips. “Well…” he mumbled. “What do you know? It came back.” Sasuke said.
“Did… did I do that?” Mirajane said, biting her lip with worry.
Sasuke chuckled. “It was probably just a coincidence.” he said, rubbing the skin under his eye, something resembling a grin curling his lips. “But… this is perfect. Now, Erza and I can finally go back.”
“Back?”
He smirked.
“Back home.” Sasuke said simply.
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Their departure wasn’t all that eventful.
For Fiore as a whole, at least. For Fairy Tail, it was a long, long night of drinks being passed around, of Natsu and Happy sobbing into Erza’s shoulders about her having to leave again, of Lucy acting as if wearing shorter skirts and tighter shirts could somehow entice Sasuke to stay in Magnolia Town permanently.
They drank and drank. And though there was a lot of tears shed, the guild recognized that Erza had made herself a new home, and that it wasn't fair to try and stop her from going back with her loving husband.
“Besides,” Erza said fervently. “Once Sasuke-kun figures out how to properly control and manage that power, I bet the both of us can come visit all the time!” Sasuke had nodded, and all of Fairy Tail had rejoiced at the prospect of seeing their red haired nakama again.
At the crack of dawn, they made ready to leave. Sasuke gathered together his meagre possessions, while Erza put together a collection of things she intended on taking back to Konoha - pictures of the guild, a sword or two, and a collection of books that reminded him vaguely of Kakashi’s own favorite series.
Most of the guild went to slobber tears over Erza once they were ready to leave. But, even Sasuke - ever the outsider - got a few goodbyes.
Cana had given him a peck on the cheek, a not so subtle wink, and an even less subtle adjustment of the bikini top she wore to further enhance her bust.
Juvia had given him a tight hug, a smile on her face and a big - “Juvia will miss you!” spilling from her lips.
Mirajane had given him a hug as well. A kiss on the cheek. “Whenever you come back, be sure to pay me a visit.” she murmured, smiling sweetly.
Lucy spent the better part of five minutes practically groping him, grinding her endless curves against him in the context of a mere hug. Sasuke had endured it, if only to keep everyone happy.
And finally, after a half hour of goodbyes, they made ready to leave.
Erza grinned cheekily at him. And then, she pressed something into his hands.
He blinked. “Condoms?” Sasuke asked.
“Magically enhanced ones.” Erza said. “Who knows? They might come in handy.”
He shrugged, but pocketed them anyways.
They linked hands. Sasuke's rinnegan rippled as he recreated the technique that brought them here, his sharingan enhanced memory filling in the blanks.
Once again the portal hovered in front of him. There was a pull, and then they were dragged inside, the world turning violet once more.
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She felt herself slam into the ground, and immediately, Erza inhaled an earthy scent. She knew she was back in the Elemental Nations. The soil in Fiore was sickly sweet, while here it was muted and tinged with soot from generations of Fire users that had inhabited Konoha.
She couldn't help but grin. They were back.
At least, she thought they both were.
Erza climbed to her feet, casting a glance around the clearing… only to realize that she was alone. He wasn't here, he- he hadn't come back.
“Sasuke…?”
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When Sasuke awoke, it was to the sound of waves gently crashing against the side of something.
There wasn't an ocean or a lake that had waves within a hundred miles of Konoha.
He wasn't home.
His rinnegan throbbed, and soon, he fell unconscious, his chakra spent from the enormous cost of the jutsu.
‘Damn…”
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