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Televised Ghosting	By : FieldDranzer Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 10974 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Reincarnated Ghosting

“That is not possible!” A voice, deformed and hollow, rang forth into the shroud of darkness that made up the blood red skies above their world. Faded muttering followed its sound, though through the obscured static that cascaded across their every conversation, the entities within the dark remained still.

Held still beneath the apocalyptic world of dark, ever oppressed by the blackened sphere that hung within the cloudless sky, the denizens of a world long since forgotten grew restless. Their curse, eternal damnation and a ceaseless thirst, spurred them onward in their endeavors, yet none dared spark the voice of hope within themselves.

Only an ear deafening silence remained, looming over the heads of a dozen spectral forms whilst the one that dared to speak began to shimmer into a thin mist. Among those that persevered, none were as hopeful as the one that had crossed the boundary of space and time… nor were any as ravenous as she whose soul quivered for the essence of another.

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“You actually got promoted by fucking her?” A loud, rambunctious laughter bellowed forth from a set of pink lips, accompanied by a woman whose curvaceous form practically toppled over from the force of her incessant humor. The butt of the joke was present, seated no more than a stool to the right with a wry smile adorning his lips.

Before them, a bartender merely glanced at the trio from the corner of their eye, wandering around the counter to give them an ounce of privacy, though the damage was already done. The cyan haired man had caught a glimpse of what went down in different companies already, yet regardless of what was said, a bartender’s mindset would forever remain. Alcohol changed a person, especially their sense of humor.

“You did your job accurately, digging deeper than the symptom to find the source of the disease.” To the left of the one whose breasts jiggled in time with her still vibrant snickering, a far more modest, controlled woman sat, analyzing the event that had caused Sasuke Uchiha’s life to change. Granted, her summarized version was a little shrewd, once the name of his manager had come up. “Of course, sleeping with my mentor is…” Pausing, the pink haired woman that had somehow captured her girlfriend’s heart cocked her head before quieting down altogether.

Two weeks before their current engagement, Sasuke’s work life had been altered irreparably, leading to his promotion on paper, while turning him into a corporate slave in practice. His main tasks still revolved around assisting their tech department, but now, he stood as his manager’s assistant, effectively taking on every chore she felt too bored or horny to handle; a great deal of chores, as he very quickly came to realize.

Straightening out her back at long last, the one in the middle, Naruko Uzumaki, couldn’t help but snicker as she heartily ordered another mug, having long surpassed the need for cups. Whilst Sasuke was caught up in the corporate life, the week beforehand had been solely dedicated to the blonde and her girlfriend, bringing with them a revelation of news in the aftermath of what had been described to him as the lewdest week of their lives. The aftermath of which…

“Congratulations, again.” Sasuke smiled, leaning back atop his stool to once again congratulate the pink haired doctor whose girlfriend merrily drank to their joys. “She’s a lot to handle sometimes, but you know that better than anyone now.”

“Whuh? Who’s a lot to suck off?” Snapping back with another ale-filled mug within her grasp, Naruko’s bewildered blue eyes swiveled back and forth, taking in the sight of her blushing bride as well as their bachelor friend.

“Just someone rash, immature, incredibly stubborn and just a general pain in the ass.” Sasuke quipped, flashing the blonde a smug smirk before returning to his own drink. “Oh, did I mention that they’re completely, blatantly shameless, too?”

A brief moment of silence passed between the three of them, a silence that was only filled by the soft chime of a different song starting up in the background. In the time it had taken him and Sakura to go through a glass each, Naruko had piled up more mugs of ale than anyone else since the bar’s creation, of that, there was little doubt. One mug here, two there, if Sasuke hadn’t kept count to split the bill later on, he might have gotten scammed in ways beyond his wildest dreams.

Between him and Naruko, the evening was filled with bickering of all sorts, laughter and cheerful remarks between friends, made all the better by the additions of Sakura Haruno. Yet, even those times would inevitably draw close to an end.

“Do you have any plans for Halloween this year?” Sakura eventually brought up, reminding her companions of the pending festivities that would overtake the city in less than twenty-four hours.

As quickly as those words were brought up, Naruko’s lips slammed shut; a crimson colored flush adorning her whiskered cheeks. The year prior, the voluptuous blonde between them had gone overboard with her plans, attending a series of Halloween parties with no more than body paint to hide her features. Naturally, the mane of practically glowing yellow hair that cascaded down the lengths of her back sold her out incredibly quickly, but…

“I hadn’t thought about it, honestly.” Sasuke replied instead, speaking past the blushing girl between them while giving Naruko a blank look. “Maybe hang out at home, do something less overt this time around?”

Quirking up at the sound of his reply, Naruko’s lips stretched out into a wide, cheeky smile; a smile that was accompanied by a set of bright blue eyes. “Such as spending tonight and the next day in bed with us?”

Blinking his eyes rapidly, the Uchiha’s onyx eyes slid down along the length of both of his companions, taking in the true beauty that was not only laid bare before him, but a beauty that would soon be his and his alone. Dressed up for the occasion, the two ladies could not have been more different. Sakura, a mistress of propriety, had chosen to adorn herself with a sleek summer dress, crimson in color, but oddly fitting. White lines ran down along the length of her clothes, giving off a more traditional look, all the while framing her modest chest in the most flattering ways.

Naruko however, was a different case. Gone was the propriety of her girlfriend, for in its place, temptation and ease of access were the words that came to mind. Dressed only in a black crop top and a matching skirt, Sasuke had no doubt that the Uzumaki would be the most underdressed girl in town, nor did he have any doubts as to whether or not she wore anything beneath. Already, the raven haired man could have sworn to have heard some whispering about the blonde, though Naruko herself seemed unaware of the attention her attire brought. Of course, even he, someone that tried to look away from his friend as much as humanly possible, could see the outline of her nipples beneath the crop top...

“Naruko!” Sakura fumed from the side, her right hand instinctively moving back to clap her girlfriend on the back, strongly enough to make the blonde sputter and cough up the ale she had just sipped.

“Whaaaat? You’ve thought about it too!” Taken aback with a look of mock exasperation, Naruko put her mug aside, playfully leaning closer towards her now sputtering girlfriend. “Being in bed all day long, getting ridden and reshaped~” Humming quietly to herself, it took Naruko no time at all to lean forward, pressing her lips against Sakura’s own in a heated kiss; one that made the second bartender of the evening, a red haired woman, whistle softly.

Over to the side however, Sasuke was less than thrilled about the concept of bringing more women with him home. No more than a few weeks beforehand, his invisible roommate had been rather mischievous, spending her time contemplating ways to make sure none of his partners would stay the night. Tenten being one, Tsunade being the other… if he brought along Naruko and Sakura, the Uchiha bachelor could scarcely envision what she would do to interfere.

“I… have a roommate, of sorts.” Pausing, both ladies stopped to look at him with equally confused looks; their questions obvious even without saying a word. “She’s mischievous, and not always around, but if she is, I doubt she’d-” No more than a moment after bringing that up, the response that followed only made him regret speaking at all.

“I’m sure she wouldn’t mind getting a little dirty with us~” Naruko burst out, a giggle fit following suit a moment thereafter, much to Sasuke’s chagrin.

Seemingly out of nowhere, the cyan haired bartender stepped forth, a small receipt atop a platter with a card reader placed on top of it. That sight alone caught Sasuke by surprise, but before he could so much as open his mouth to question what went on, a dainty hand reached over to place a debit card on top, finalizing the deal.

“You can just pay me back later. Most of the price was hers, anyway.” Tapping a manicured finger into Naruko’s soft cheek, the pink haired medic of the group simply sighed, adopting a far more ferocious look soon thereafter. “I think I know how to make her pay.”

Exchanging a brief glance with her raven haired friend, Naruko’s voice came out in the form of a light chuckle; a bead of sweat rolling down the side of her face all the while. With their drinks paid for and no small amount of liquor sloshing around within them, Sasuke slowly pushed himself up and off of the barstool, watching his companions do much the same from the corner of his eye. All around them, the crowd that had gathered at the beginning of their little venture had thinned out, leaving only a handful of booths occupied, along with a few people that hung out dangerously close to a restroom.

Once more, when a lull of silence overcame their little group, the reminder from before returned to his mind.

A full year had come and gone since the cataclysm of mysterious sightings and supposed kidnappings the year before, and with it, the weather forecast was ever vigilant in regards to finding the source of the threat. On the night of Halloween, not so much as an ounce of fog was scheduled to appear, but nevertheless, the police force still advised the citizens to partake in the bare minimum of celebrations.

“I can’t believe it’s been a year already~” Naruko heaved out from his side, snapping Sasuke back to the matter at hand with a visible flinch. “Are we doing this tonight? Go back to your place and hang out a bit?” The question was aimed in his general direction, but on his end, the only thing he could do was shrug.

Stepping out onto the moonlit streets of town long past midnight, a breeze of cool autumn air washed out across their collective features, practically blowing away the alcoholic flush that had settled upon his cheeks. Another day had come and gone, though for the first time in months, Sasuke Uchiha’s eyebrows were furrowed together, not out of worry so much as nervousness.

“Sure, we can head to my place.” His reply was dismissive, earning him an eye roll from Sakura and a giggle from Naruko. To say that the two of them were familiar with his grumbling self was without a doubt an understatement.

Between the three of them, a companionable silence befell their surroundings, interrupted only by the occasional giggle from Sakura at her girlfriend’s behest. The city truly had changed, or perhaps it was its citizens that had grown carefree in the aftermath of the blanket of fog. Even his colleagues were set to appear at a Halloween party, including a particular blonde that had openly invited herself to appear in his apartment for an annual inspection. While others went out to parties clad in costumes or no clothes at all, his manager had deemed it appropriate to appear in his apartment, making it wholly apparent that she would stay the night whether he wanted her to or not…

… which was what led him to his current train of thought. The one obstacle to any and all visitors was to that day the ghost that called herself Hinata Hyuga. Over the course of the year, his sleep schedule had been forcibly altered, until at last, the Uchiha bachelor had learned to sleep through the sensation of a pair of toned thighs crashing down against his groin.

To his right, both Naruko and Sakura giggled at something he hadn’t caught, but nonetheless, his thoughts returned to the woman in question. Ever since his little romp with Tsunade, Hinata’s possessiveness had only increased, so much so that his pants had remained unzipped from the moment he came home to the moment he had to push himself through the door to leave for work. Day in and day out, her ceaseless thirst for more caused him no small amount of pain, to the point where his libido was so thoroughly sated that even the thought of a threesome failed to entice him.

Yet, what worried him most was not the lack of arousal, but rather, the presence of a spirit whose sole purpose was to drive all other women away.

When his thoughts had so overwhelmed him that he could think of nothing else, a warm embrace snapped Sasuke out of his daze. An arm on either side, a woman lounging against each of his sides, and the promise of so much more making itself known. Already, no more than a few hundred feet away from the safe haven that was his apartment, Naruko’s hands had begun to roam up and down along his sides. The tanned leather that was his belt was languidly pulled through its hoops, undone before Sasuke himself could attempt to stop his friend’s advances. His shirt, buttoned up with a sense of propriety, fell under siege by a set of strong, yet nimble hands; digits that fought for lives by day and undid modesty by night.

Rather than try to fend off the advances, the Uchiha bachelor only quickened his pace, casting aside the doubts and worries about what might come next along with him. Gone were the worries of a law abiding son, for in their place, only the image of the women by his side remained, clothes torn asunder with a far too familiar look plastered upon their faces.

Dashing onward, around a corner in the middle of the street, up a separate set of metal stairs, the trio continued their ravenous quest. The moment his belt came undone, a hand sank down beneath the waistband of his pants, seeking out the rapidly hardening member within. Sakura, retaining an ounce more modesty than her blonde haired fiance, aided Sasuke with his task of fending off the blonde, circling around her lovers to greedily paw at Naruko’s voluptuous, barely covered breasts instead.

That singular distraction was the only thing required, and with a burst of agility that should have been suppressed by the sheer amount of alcohol that coursed through his veins, Sasuke Uchiha reached down into the pocket of his now unbuttoned jeans, tugging out a key to unlock and throw open the reinforced door before him…

… only to pause, eyes wide and jaw agape at the sight that stood directly beyond his bedroom door.

The entirety of his apartment was made up of three separate rooms, one being the living room with a joint kitchenette pressed into the right hand side of the room, from the entrance. To his left, a flatscreen TV was pressed up against the far wall, with a couch against the other side. On the right, the kitchen he so often cooked in still had its light turned on, illuminating a dark marble countertop with a few slices of bread laid out across it.

Straight ahead however, through a door that had been left ajar in the aftermath of him practically bolting out the door a handful of hours beforehand, was a woman. Long, sleek legs arose from the floor, naked and pale, practically gleaming from the glimmering moonlight that shone through the shutters at the farthest end of the bedroom. A set of curvaceous thighs stood out, highlighted by a hand that fell down to rest upon a hip, made all the prettier by the treasure that was a supple, yet bubbly rear. Beyond there, a stomach as taut and toned as marble was put on display, easily overshadowed by the breasts above; as creamy and pale as the moon that hung in the heavens above.

Yet, what truly caught the Uchiha bachelor’s attention was what met his gaze above the perfectly smooth breasts. A set of eyes, as clear and colorless as the moon, practically shone from their place atop the face of a young woman. The white pupil-less orbs of the ghost that had crawled through his TV the previous year shone brighter than the moon itself swiveled left, eventually landing upon the bachelor and his two accomplices.

“Welcome home~” Through lips that had once reminded the Uchiha of ice, the most melodic tone of utmost warmth flowed forth, appeasing him from the sound alone. “These are friends of yours?” While the question was asked, audibly no less, Sasuke himself had made a habit of ignoring the spiritual being’s questions. The thought of addressing a ghost in the presence of his friends was ludicrous-

“Holy fuck, she’s naked!” Sakura gawked, a deeper shade of crimson splashing itself across her face, profanity aside.

“Damn, that’s hot as f-” Naruko snapped, caught entirely off guard by her girlfriend’s profanity. To hear Sakura swear was perhaps as infrequent as it was for the pinkette to suggest a celebratory threesome.

“Wait, you can see her?” The words practically fell forth from the Uchiha bachelor’s lips, a near comical expression of shock adorning his features as the girls on his side sobered up enough to make their way inside.

Inside of his mind, a million thoughts careened forth, clashing against one another as logic often failed to counter the supernatural. Before him was extensive proof that the course of logic could not be trusted, but regardless of that, his brain raced to find a logical explanation as to why such a thing could happen. To be seen by not only Naruko, but Sakura as well, enough for both women to saunter through his cramped living room to approach the former spirit… in the end, his mind shut down, leaving Sasuke Uchiha in the doorway to his own apartment, shell shocked with his pants halfway undone.

From somewhere behind his back, the rattling of a glass bottle rolling down an alleyway snapped the bachelor free from the imprisonment that was his own mind.

“You remember the paranormal stuff last year, right? Women clad in white gowns that seemingly appeared out of nowhere?” Stepping through the threshold that was his apartment door, Sasuke reached his left hand back, snapping the lock of his door shut. “She- Hinata came crawling through my TV.”

Sakura, being far less absorbed in the goings on of the woman now revealed as her longtime friend’s girlfriend, cocked her head to the side; a look of contemplation adorning her face, even as Naruko continued to poke and prod the pale woman’s chest. With her head turned slightly to the side, the pink haired medic spun around on the balls of her feet, approaching the lone male within the room with purposeful strides and the subtlest sway on her hips.

“If that were to be true, then we should be dealing with a spirit, but she seems too… real to be anything but human-” Sakura began, only to be interrupted in the midst of her analysis.

“Her boobs are so freaking soft!” Naruko exclaimed, and with a pointed look from Sakura and Sasuke alike, the blonde haired woman circled around Hinata's back; gasping softly when her fingers practically sunk into the pillows that rested atop Hinata’s chest.

“People have long since theorized that the concept of reincarnation is a matter of absorbing the right amount of life essence, which is why you see ghosts as scary individuals in movies. Fastest way to get the right level of energy would be through adrenaline and fright, right?” Even though his eyes were fastened upon Sakura’s form, his hands were nothing if not active. With meticulous motions, his digits found their way down to the hem of Sakura’s dress, gently lifting the article up for the pinkette to raise her arms; revealing a pair of braless breasts to the world, round and perky, capped by bright pink nipples that all but shone in the dimly lit environment.

Behind the pinkette’s back, Naruko had been even quicker than them, having long since torn apart the black crop top her girlfriend had bought for her, while almost tripping over herself to remove the skirt that had undoubtedly given more than one man a generous view.

“Uhm, excuse me? Hellooo….?” Blinking his eyes rapidly, Sasuke and Sakura paused, casting a sidelong glance at the indigo haired woman whose breasts were being borderline molested by a far too eager Naruko.

“I’m unsure about the science behind it, but… it might be because he kept cumming inside of me?” Gulping, Hinata’s moonlit eyes shimmered; a breathy, sultry moan escaping through her plump lips as the blonde by her side continued her inspection.

Returning his eyes to the pink haired woman that stood across from him, naked save for a pair of lacy pink panties, the Uchiha bachelor couldn’t help but rub the back of his head. He had, for an extended period of time, done nothing more than mercilessly plow and fill the spirit’s ghastly womanhood, flooding its depths with his seed day in and day out. Although…

“Life essence, right?” The one to speak up first was Sakura, and with a shrug of her lithe shoulders, the pinkette whirled around and sauntered off towards the very topic of their discussion.

On his end, Sasuke’s mind buzzed with activity, but as quickly as his spectral friend had spoken up, any and all activity within his brain practically ceased to exist. This was the woman he had come to know, the type of person that would absent-mindedly ponder how a woman could walk around without a bra, while she herself defied gravity with her every step.

Heaving out a weary sigh, the moment at hand proved itself to be nothing more than a constant reminder of why he had gone out to find company elsewhere in the first place, despite the fact that his companion was far too eager to physically please him. Returning his eyes to the women gathered within his bedroom however, Sasuke’s breathing hitched; caught up in his throat as his onyx eyes twitched and widened.

Naruko, in the midst of her friend and girlfriend’s oddly scientific discussion, had wasted no time at all to make herself at home. Gone were the flimsy clothes she had undoubtedly been forced to wear, and with the disappearance of her clothes, so, too, did any concept of modesty cease to exist. Her hands, long and agile, slid up along the taut surface that was Hinata’s stomach, caressing the former spirit’s toned belly whilst her girlfriend got to work as well. One hand slid up and down, caressing Hinata’s stomach, though the other had long since disappeared behind the woman’s back.

Soft, barely audible moans and whines escaped through pursed lips, a hiccup and a shudder coursed up along her spine, and when Sakura herself arrived at the scene, Hinata’s predicament only increased.

With swift, subconscious movements, Sasuke’s hands continued to undo and remove what little clothing remained upon his form. His pants were all but torn down along his legs, kicked aside when they came to pool around his ankles, though the Uchiha still took the time to diligently fold his clothes up for later. The boxers found beneath were taken care of as well, tossed aside to free the throbbing length from beneath.

When Naruko’s bright blue eyes flickered over towards him, they nearly instantly fell down upon his groin. In a flash, the hands that had delved deep within Hinata’s sensitive form relinquished their hold, easing the indigo haired woman into Sakura’s embrace.

Sauntering towards him with slow, purposeful sways to her hips, Naruko Uzumaki was a bombshell about to explode. Smooth, creamy thighs, wide hips, a deceptively flat belly despite the years of activity throughout her life… a hairless little groin, glistening at the sight that arose before her. Whereas Hinata was on the curvaceous side, with breasts that any man would love, Naruko was different, more toned, athletic, yet somehow blessed in ways that none of her parents could ever match. If Sasuke himself were to use both of his hands, the blonde’s breasts would still be too large for him to grope.

The moment she appeared before him, whatever remained in his mind in the form of propriety slithered away. Easing an arm out to wind itself around her slender waist, Sasuke pressed his lips against Naruko’s own, drawing forth a faint whimpering mewl from her lips as the very tip of his dick lodged itself between the blonde’s thighs. From the moment their lips collided, their teeth parted ways, and so, a battle of tongues and wills commenced; a battle the two always fought.

Across the room from where the rivalry commenced, Sakura Haruno’s face was adorned by a predatory smile, fawning over the girl that seemed all too innocent to be what she claimed to be. Sauntering towards the ghastly pale woman with hooded eyes, the medic slowly reached a hand around Hinata’s waist; gently easing the girl towards the bed with all manner of mischief within her mind. No more than a step later, the gesture was returned, and with a look of both confusion and surprise, Sakura herself was spun around atop the balls of her feet.

With an ounce of force betrayed by Hinata’s silky smooth arms, Sakura found herself thrust backward, falling over onto her ass atop Sasuke’s surprisingly well kept bed. Before her, looming above the bed with her unnaturally gleaming eyes on full display, Hinata Hyuga pounced upon her prey. Dropping down onto her knees without so much as a care for her own comfort, both her left and right hands fell down to cradle Sakura’s knees; prying the medic’s legs apart to reveal the lacy seal that hid a treasury away.

Behind their backs, an audible, feminine yelp resounded through the apartment, followed quickly by a loud thud from someone being pushed up against a wall, but neither Hinata or Sakura could seem to care. Hinata, with a set of delicate, nimble fingers, reached upward, hooking her thumbs into the waistband of Sakura’s panties before haphazardly tugging them down along the medic’s unblemished thighs and shins. Only then, when her lover’s panties were torn aside, did the true treasure reveal itself to Hinata’s moonlit eyes.

Smooth and hairless, glistening from more arousal than the pinkette had allowed anyone to notice, bared before the inquisitive eyes of the former ghost. Yet, when her eyes feasted upon the sight, a set of deceptively strong fingers entwined themselves within the curvaceous woman’s indigo colored hair. With a tug that caused Hinata’s breathing to hitch, Sakura pulled her towards her groin, forcibly holding the woman in place; face flush against her nakedness. What caught the pinkette by surprise however, was the tongue that flew out to greet the approaching womanhood, dipping down within her slit in no time at all.

Heaving out an outdrawn moan where she sat, Sakura Haruno arched her back to the point where even her perky breasts jiggled, a breathless little mewl spilling forth from her lips. Within her chest, the medic’s heart thumped, slamming up against her chest whenever Hinata’s tongue sank deeper, exploring the depths of her womanhood in a downright surreal way. Had she not known better, then the medic could have sworn that the woman between her legs was still a ghost, based solely on how deep her squirming tongue continued to sink.

On the other side of the bedroom, Naruko was in much the same state of bliss as what her girlfriend undoubtedly felt. Held hostage against the bedroom wall, a leg was forcibly raised, held in place by Sasuke’s left hand alone while his right moved down to align the tip of his dick with Naruko’s sopping wet snatch. Their makeout session hadn’t run long, nor did she demand him to go back to that, for the moment that thought came through to her mind, her lover’s dick forcibly pressed itself against the entrance to her slit. With rough and slow thrusts, its tip slipped through her folds, causing Naruko herself to shudder and moan whilst her deep blue eyes rolled up into the back of her head.

Long eyelashes fluttered shut before the blonde’s eyes, and with one particularly rough, seemingly uncaring thrust, her lips fell agape, letting loose a silent scream of blissful pain. She hadn’t so much as asked for lube, much less so a condom, for regardless of what she did, her rival would undoubtedly count it as a win for him. Heaving out a deep groan, the blonde haired woman’s eyelids almost slid shut…

… until the hand that had been enclosed around the girthy base of Sasuke’s cock slid up along her form, reaching higher and higher until, with enough force to bruise her sensitive skin, Sasuke Uchiha’s hand clamped down around Naruko’s left tit. Feeling her eyes widen on the spot, the blonde shuddered, moaned and groaned in turn, clenching down upon the cock that forcibly stretched her womanhood apart.

Even Sakura refrained from touching her with such force!

Yet, the man before her didn’t care much. His lips curled themselves up into a smug smirk, his eyes, hooded and dark, practically shone with a sense of superiority, and without so much as a glance down towards her groin, the raven haired bachelor thrust his hips up against Naruko’s thighs. An audible clap rang out, followed by another, then another, turning into a chain of squelching wetness as his hips set a rhythm for themselves. Harsh thrusts inside, slowly easing himself back, a particularly rough grope of Naruko’s tit, rinse and repeat. Slowly, the Uchiha built himself a seemingly mechanical rhythm, only occasionally mixing it up with a suckerpunch in the form of slapping the blonde’s tit or pinching her bright pink nipple.

Shuddering and moaning in time with his every thrust, the blonde woman’s pussy quivered beneath the mechanical assault against the depths of her womanhood. Whenever she thought herself prepared for the flurry of attacks sent her way, the cock within altered its course, bearing down upon yet another spot with wanton abandon to the point where Naruko herself could do little more than cling on for dear life. Her leg, held up by a surprisingly strong grasp with enough force to bruise her tender flesh, squirmed in an attempt to free itself from its restraints; her toes curling up when her lover sent a particularly rough thrust against the entrance to her womb.

With every ounce of pent up frustration held within his heart, Sasuke’s rhythm sped up, redoubling his pace as if the comfort of the blonde bombshell before him didn’t matter. Whatever he could dole out, the blonde would endure with ease, perhaps even request in the future to come, so when Sasuke angled his thrusts directly at the entrance to Naruko’s womb, there was little doubt that she would love it.

Thrust after ruthless thrust, the blonde quivered and persevered, shuddering, moaning and groaning aloud as her pussy was ravaged and reshaped, meant only to service and milk the cock that rearranged her womanhood for his own pleasures. When her lover angled his thrusts however, Naruko Uzumaki’s eyes rolled all the way up into the back of her head; her tongue lolling out as an orgasm unlike any before it washed out across her form.

Held hostage within the womanhood around him, Sasuke could do little more than let loose a muffled grunt, furrowing his eyebrows as the finely tuned control within his balls was released. Without so much as a warning for his blonde haired friend, Sasuke came, dumping what was undoubtedly his largest load in a week directly inside of Naruko’s waiting womb; blissfully unaware of the blonde’s reluctance to remain on her birth control.

Second passed on into minutes, stretching on for what could have felt like hours with nothing but a singular sensation; a pulsating warmth that stretched on from the base of his shaft, up along the veiny length that was his cock, before erupting from the very tip of his dick to join the flood of sperm within Naruko’s womb. How long his orgasm had actually lasted, the raven haired man did not know, but when it reached its end, he did little more than heave out a soft sigh of relief, unhanding the blonde’s bruised breast and sore leg to allow her to sink down onto the floor as a heaving, breathing mess.

Not so much as a second after he finished, however, a smooth, warm hand enveloped his juice drenched shaft, tugging on it just enough to cause the bachelor’s body to twist. Upon her knees on the floor, the former spirit whose name he knew to be Hinata Hyuga nudged him forward, one hand firmly wrapped around his dick to maintain his hardness, while the other playfully clapped and caressed the cheeks of his rear. All to guide him towards a single spot.

If Naruko Uzumaki was a seductress of fate, a woman he was destined to befriend and breed, then the treasury presented before him was a forbidden fruit that no man was meant to claim. Laid out upon her back, with her legs held up off of the bed, was the pink haired girlfriend of the woman he had undoubtedly knocked up no more than a few seconds beforehand. Sakura laid there, a calm gaze lingering upon Sasuke’s muscled form, before eventually sinking down to regard the thick, throbbing cock that had borderline ravaged her girlfriend’s snatch.

“You’re not impregnating us both tonight.” The pinkette mouthed out, sending a soft but affectionate glare in the direction of the borderline delusional blonde whose pussy was visibly filled to the brim with sperm.

Taking the warning to heart, and knowing full well that any threat made by Sakura would be followed up by a punch so hard that it could break most of the bones in his body, Sasuke could only nod his head in affirmation. However, when the medic’s words reached Hinata’s ears, the ghost only tilted her head to the side. “You could always just pull out and give it to m-” Before she could so much as finish her sentence, a sentence Sasuke knew all too well, he brushed Hinata’s hand away; pressing the very tip of his dick down against the pink, puffy lips that were the entrance to Sakura’s slit.

Easing himself into a position akin to doing a push-up, his hands flew up to grasp the medic’s outstretched legs by the ankles, pushing them down until they were leveled with Sakura’s head while applying an ounce of gravitational force to the initial penetration of her pussy. In comparison to Naruko, who undoubtedly kept herself in use to allow any and all lovers to slide in with ease, Sakura Haruno was nothing alike.

Slow and steady, the Uchiha bachelor’s eyelids fluttered shut. With an audible squelch, followed by a gasp of pleasure and an arched back to the point where Sakura’s perky breasts jiggled, the very tip of Sasuke’s dick slid through, compressed beyond comparison by the tightness within. His finely tuned control, honed after spending a year in bed with his spiritual partner at the time, practically snapped from the moment of his entry.

Heaving out a ragged gasp, Sasuke’s eyes burst up, widening beyond belief whilst his teeth clamped themselves shut. Slowly, painfully so, the Uchiha forced inch upon inch of his thick, throbbing cock down into the tight canal that was Sakura Haruno’s pussy, shuddering and moaning, suppressing his desires as much as he could, all to not blow his load within moments of beginning. Beneath him, arching her back with an outdrawn moan rolling off of her tongue, Sakura herself was worse off than he was, unable to so much as breathe as her breasts pushed themselves further up.

To say that it hurt was without a doubt an understatement, but all the same, the pink haired doctor persevered. Her girlfriend had taken their friend’s cock with relative ease, practically able to take him to the base within mere moments, but her body refused to yield an inch. When another inch sank down into her dripping slit, the pinkette shuddered, rolling her eyes up into the back of her head as her mind was plunged into a searing abyss of euphoric bliss. Darkness clouded the edges of her vision, her breath came out as shallow, ragged gasps, all until, with one forceful thrust, her lover bottomed out inside of her cunt.

In a burst of radiant fireworks, Sakura’s mind shattered. Her slender body convulsed, spasmed upon the bed to the point where even Hinata showed an ounce of concern, but none of this was caught by the man whose cock had bumped up against the entrance to her womb.

On Sasuke’s end, the pressure that clenched down upon his dick was unbearable at most. Withdrawing his hips as much as he could, the raven haired Uchiha continued to fight, pressing the doctor’s legs all the way down into the mattress of his bed while he himself hopped up to stand above his lover’s rear. The position was awkward, featuring an almost completely curled up Sakura, but when his hands let go of the medic’s ankles, it was to find himself in a state of bliss.

With a deathly grip upon his lover’s thighs and ass, Sasuke began to do his work, ruthlessly hammering away at the medic’s cunt with a ferocity that made even his bed creak; a bed that had survived a year of sex with Hinata Hyuga. Wet, audible squelches burst forth, intermingled with the faint, breathless moans that spilled forth from Sakura’s pink lips, all the while combining with his own grunts and groans. Even now, with his balls slapping down against the bottom of Sakura’s vagina, the pressure within her pussy was surreal. A single misstep, a minor shift in balance, would be enough to make him cum buckets.

Granted, with a half unconscious Naruko resting against the wall of his bedroom, the only one that remained to interfere was Hinata herself. A former spirit that, upon seeing a position that her lover hadn’t used on her, fumed. With one hand resting atop each of her hips, the indigo haired woman paused, wracking her now human brain in search of something, anything she could do to push her involuntary boyfriend over the edge. Listening intently to the soft sounds of Sakura’s wet pussy being annihilated, the former spirit at long last reached a conclusion she could be satisfied with.

Twirling around on the balls of her feet, Hinata put the sight of Sasuke and Sakura behind her back, focusing her attention instead on the halfway unconscious blonde whose pussy still wept from its ruthless abuse. Reaching the blonde’s location was simple enough, only a handful of steps were required to carry her there, and upon arrival, Hinata slowly, carefully sunk down into a squatting position; exposing her own pale, hairless slit to the world. With one hand outstretched, Hinata hummed a merry tune, reaching down along the toned abdomen of her boyfriend’s blonde lover before at long last pausing, no more than an inch above the woman’s slit.

It hadn’t been her intention at first, but once there, Hinata’s fingers caressed the blonde’s groin, patting it gently while sweeping her digits tenderly around the woman’s clit. Her objective lay within Naruko’s pussy, but before she could so much as begin her ploy, a far too familiar sound erupted from the duo behind her back.

Pressed down into the mattress of his bed as she was, Sakura Haruno’s mouth fell agape; her tongue lolled out and her eyes went wider than ever before. Forcibly yanking himself out of her suffocatingly tight cunt, Sasuke watched with bewildered eyes as a borderline fountain of pussyjuice gushed forth from Sakura’s slit, accompanied by her now released body flopping down onto the drenched bedsheets with her eyes rolled all the way up into the back of her head.

“Did both of them really pass out…?” Hinata muttered from afar, pushing herself up onto her feet, her former objective all but forgotten. “Amateurs…” To say that her voice was filled with disdain would be a lie, for no sooner than she had spoken up, the indigo haired woman stood beside her involuntary boyfriend’s side; a hand down to caress the throbbing red cock that stood out from his groin.

Sinking wordlessly down upon her knees, Hinata’s moonlit eyes zeroed in on her lover’s cock; a strand of drool trickling down her chin from excitement alone. Alive as she was, the thought that had entered her mind was one that her ephemeral self would never have considered, seeing as to how it would be a waste of precious life essence to do so.

Pressing both of her hands against the sides of her breasts, Hinata pushed her mounds together, ushering Sasuke to slide his length between her tits. It was a makeshift solution, one that the raven haired bachelor was all too happy to follow through with, though on his end, Hinata remaining on the floor was far too awkward.

Grasping the former spirit by her shoulders, Sasuke heaved out a soft grunt, utilizing more strength than he realized he had to lift the big breasted slut off of the ground. Hinata was lighter than most, far lighter than Sakura herself, but her body was as solid as any other woman was… an odd observation, but one that was pushed aside.

Without so much as an ounce of ceremony, Sasuke flung his lover up onto the bed, dropping Hinata down upon her back no more than an inch away from the unconscious doctor whose face was adorned by a silly little smile. Glancing to the side had cost her the precious few seconds she had received to prepare herself, for no sooner than she did so, a weight pressed itself down upon the bed; one knee sinking down into the mattress on either side of her head.

In a burst of inspiration, Sasuke shuffled higher, locking Hinata in place as his swollen cock slid between the soft, heavenly mounds that made up Hinata’s breasts. If he were to surmise what it felt like, then the bachelor would be hard pressed to use a word other than clouds. Soft and heavenly, smoother even than the insides of Naruko’s now cum bloated cunt, yet resistant to the force that followed his each and every thrust.

Echoing throughout the room, the sounds of flesh against flesh resounded once more, though this time, the noises were joined by a woman’s whimpering mewls from the force with which her breasts were pounded. It wouldn’t take him long to cum, and no more than a few minutes later, the precipice of euphoric bliss presented itself before Sasuke’s weary mind. Ceasing the opportunity laid out before him, Sasuke Uchiha came; a ragged gasp spilling forth from his lips as his final load of the day spilled forth. While nowhere near as potent as the gallon that now trickled out of Naruko’s snatch, the jets of sperm still splattered out across Hinata’s face, causing her to snap her eyes shut so as to not be blinded by the brilliant whiteness that was his potent cum.

The vague, indistinguishable sight of Hinata Hyuga, mouth ajar with a faint, breathless moan spilling forth from her pink, plump lips, reached the Uchiha’s obsidian colored eyes. Thick splatters of cum adorned the former spirit’s face, ascending from her chin, up along the side of her cheek bones, before at long last covering the Hyuga’s left eye. At the entrance to the valley of cleavage that was her breasts, his cum continued to dribble forth, creating a pool of sperm that slid down along the woman’s neck.

How long his orgasm had lasted, the bachelor didn’t know, nor did he know what had happened after the fact. The only thing he remembered, as the sea of darkness crept into his mind, was the faint voice of a woman; a soft embrace and a sticky warmth, along with a promise of so much more to come.
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