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The Restoration of the Uzumaki Clan	By : BigE2955 Category: Naruto > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 133404 -:- Recommendations : 7 -:- Currently Reading : 13
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Chapter List
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It turned out that having a few fanatic slaves around was more than a little useful. Sakura - used to having to clean up after Naruto and Shinachiku’s messes when they have been on their training trip - took her new found powers in stride.
She grinned almost manically, a glint in her emerald eyes as she stared down her nose at the pathetic little weasel on the floor below her. “Keep it going,” she said, kicking him in the side, Kiba wincing as her sharp toenails pierced his side. “If that isn’t sparkling by the time you’re done, you won’t get to see Hinata outside of those damn sweaters for a month. Do I make myself clear?”
“Yes, Mistress.” Kiba said. There was no fight in his voice. The tone was hollow. For all intents and purposes… he was broken. His life revolved around Naruto, Sakura… and Hinata. With the chastity cage still locked firmly around his genitalia, it was the only sexual pleasure he could really feel anymore - watching, as his indigo haired angel was warped around his master’s gigantic cock, watching as she screamed his name, cumming again and again in a way that Kiba could never hope to give her.
He sighed, closing his eyes. Slowly, he began to scrub once more, running the rag back and forth across the kitchen floor, the Inuzuka able to see his reflection in the glistening tiles.
“NARUTO-KUN!”
Hinata, of course, was receiving her pussy’s daily maintenance. She was hopelessly addicted to Naruto by this point. Guzzling his cum by the gallons, unable to go even a day without a load fired into her womb or bowels. Never had she found an activity so pleasurable or so fulfilling, as laying on her back in the center of their spare bed - her master’s cock slotted into her weeping pussy, her fingernails clawing at his back as he made her feel ways she could scarcely imagine before.
She wasn’t far enough along for the baby to be truly affected by the rough poundings she received on a daily basis. But… she couldn’t help but wonder. If it was a boy, would he be as strong as his father? As dedicated, as amazing? As… dare she say it… well endowed? Would he someday find himself in the same position his father was in now, commanding the harem that the Uzumaki family deserved?
And… what if it was a daughter? She could imagine it now. Eighteen years or so from now, their blue haired, blue eyed daughter bent over - her father more than eager to service her pussy as he had her mother.
Her thoughts were washed away, as her dear master hit that spot inside of her, sending her spiraling into a mind blowing orgasm that left her mind blank for a good twenty to thirty seconds. Her vision went white. Her body convulsed. Her screams of ecstasy bounced off of every wall of the room, ringing in Kiba’s ears as he continued to scrub the kitchen floor. He could smell her arousal even from here, his Inuzuka genes helping with that. He could even smell his master’s musk - which filled the room from top to bottom, so masculine that even his smell was a hundred times the man Kiba was.
Naruto came inside of Hinata with a grunt. She bucked once, then went limp, shuddering in an almost spiritual way as his bubbling cum filled her womb. “Naruto-kun…” Hinata whispered, her eyes fluttering closed, her tongue lolling out of her mouth. She was out within the next five seconds, her chest slowly moving up and down as her soft snores began to fill the room.
The blond extricated himself from her pussy, and with a slosh, his seed began to spill out. He admired his handiwork for a moment, watching as globs of his cum leaked onto the bed sheets below her. Naruto patted Hinata’s thigh affectionately, before hopping off of the bed. He walked over to Sakura, his still erect cock swinging in front of him.
“What’s the plan for today, babe?” he asked.
Sakura smiled, her expression softening as she gazed at Naruto. “I was thinking we could have some breakfast at Ichiraku’s, since we went to the place I liked yesterday. Plus, we have to give the mutt here some time to put Hinata together, right?”
“Oh yeah…” Naruto murmured. “Sounds great. Just give me a sec, and I’ll get dressed.” He leaned forward, pecking her on the lips. Sakura directed her gaze back to Kiba as he continued to wash the kitchen floor, the sound of rustling cloth telling her that Naruto was tossing on some clothes.
A quick Fuuton jutsu washed away any smell of sex that might attract unnecessary attention, and Naruto was ready to go, dressed in his typical orange and black jumpsuit. “Want me to wait outside?” he asked.
“Sure.” Sakura said. “I’ll just make sure that dog breath knows exactly what he’s going to be doing.” She crouched down, as Naruto exited the apartment. “Listen, mutt.” she murmured, her voice turning from bright and cheery to dark and cloudy in an instant. “For whatever reason, my husband has decided that cow tits over there deserves a little more ‘respect’. Maybe he wants to protect the kid? I don’t know. It doesn’t fucking matter to you, so you’ll do as you’re told. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Good.” The rest of her instructions were whispered, and once she was done, Kiba gave another stiff nod. “Good.” Sakura said. She reached forward, dragging down his bottom lip. A teasing smirk curled her lips - and then, she reached forward, pressing a finger down on the swirl. He gave a gasp, as pain engulfed his entire body, but it was gone as swiftly as it had come. “Remember your place.” Sakura said. And then, she stood - and in a swoosh of pink was gone, strolling out the door whilst humming a little ditty under her breath, her loving husband awaiting her outside.
Kiba panted heavily on the floor for a few minutes, his brown hair hanging in his eyes. He licked his lips unconsciously, his tongue running over the swirl branded on him, the mark that he was truly owned by another person, by the couple that had swept into Konoha and had already claimed many of it’s kunoichi and shinobi.
He stumbled to his feet, nearly slipping on the floor that he had been so dutiful in cleaning for the past while. Kiba walked, his expression vacant, out of the kitchen. There was a bed that they had installed in the living room - exclusively for the purpose of Naruto servicing one of the many women that clung to him like the whores they were. Naruto and Sakura had their own bed in a separate room, which while it wasn’t closed off to the other women (so long as they were willing to service Naruto or Sakura), it was clear there who was the top priority for the blond jinchuriki
Well… not that it mattered now, with both of them out of the apartment on a breakfast date. Kiba knew what his job was now, and he was going to do it.
He dropped to his knees at the side of the bed, taking a moment to examine it. It was slathered in Hinata’s juices, globs of Naruto’s cum - and the stench of pure sex encompassed every particle of the sheets, filling his Inuzuka gene-enhanced nose, sending his head spinning. Kiba gave his head a good shake, before setting to work. He grabbed Hinata’s legs, pulling her to the side, angling his head only a few inches away from her cum-filled pussy.
Kiba gazed at her folds for a moment. So stretched out by long hours of Naruto pounding her. Her pussy, filled with his cum, claimed to the point where he doubted that her womb and insides would ever be free of the man she so greedily called ‘Naruto-kun’.
He let out a sigh. And then, he went to work, slipping his tongue into her folds. It was the ultimate humiliation. To be another man’s clean up crew - to come in after he’d run a train on the woman he loved, to clean her up so that he could simply do the same thing later. Like the pathetic man he was, Kiba slurped up Naruto’s creampie. He actually enjoyed the taste of Naruto’s cum now. It was one of the few things he had to look forward to, because even if his Master was implanted in every second of this act, it was one of the few things he could do to Hinata without being immediately punished.
It took him nearly half an hour to completely empty out Hinata’s pussy. Naruto had clearly been eager this morning - dumping enough cum inside of his blue haired slave that Kiba doubted he could ever get it all out. It was just too deep inside, staining the walls of her womb, clogging up the back of her canal. Much of it did leak out, but after a while, the flow simply stopped, and he was forced to accept defeat.
He staggered to his feet, wobbling slightly as he caught a good whiff of Naruto’s musk. ‘Fuck,’ Kiba thought. It was so strong. Spending nearly his entire life in a compound half-populated by dogs didn’t even come close to prepare him for a scent like that. It was ridiculous. Was he some kind of superhuman? Or was he just that much of a man, able to put women on their knees and men on their backs with no effort at all?
Kiba shook his head once more, clambering onto the bed. He gave Hinata a shake, unable to tear his eyes away from her ravished breasts bouncing - purple hickies and red hand imprints marring her pale skin. Her indigo hair was spread out around her, sweaty and disheveled.
The Inuzuka groaned. He leaned down, until his breath was tickling Hinata’s ear, and then- “Hinata-chan…” he murmured, in his best emulation of Naruto’s voice.
It was enough. Hinata snapped up, her pale eyes wide. She sat up as quickly as she could, looking around. “N-Naruto-kun?” she stammered out. “D-did you need me?”
Kiba bit his lip. “Master isn’t here.” Kiba said. “He did want me to wake you up though. For… um… something.”
Hinata took a moment to examine her pussy, whining ever so slightly as she realized that it had been so thoroughly cleaned out by the mutt sitting beside her on the bed. “W-what did he want?” Hinata asked, looking at Kiba.
Kiba smiled. “You’re going to have to get dressed up.” he said. “Something about… wanting to give you a little more respect than you have now.”
Hinata blinked. Because honestly, she had no problem with the way things were now - being Naruto’s slut was all she could hope for. She had never been so happy, down on her knees before Naruto, choking on his massive cock as he kissed his loving wife. But… if he insisted, she supposed that it wouldn’t be that bad.
Wincing slightly as she put weight on her legs, Hinata eased herself off of the bed. Half-limping, half-walking, she strode to the couch - looking through a bag on it. It was full of a variety of things, but mostly it was dresses, skirts, shirts, bras, and panties… things that Mistress had taken her out to buy the other day, seeing that her wardrobe was far too conservative to suit Naruto-kun’s needs. Of course, Hinata had paid - with her vast amount of money offered by the Hyuga, there was no reason not to pay.
She had created some flimsy excuse to her father and family that she’d gotten her own apartment. She even had bought one - and Naruto made sure to send a clone henged as her every now and then, to make it look lived in and not deserted. But, for the most part, she spent her nights here - either curled up on the floor in front of Naruto-kun and Mistress’ bed, impaled on Naruto-kun’s mighty cock, or hard at work cleaning up after the aftermath of Ino, Tenten, or Tsunade making a visit.
Hinata selected exactly six things from the bag, skipping back to the bed - where Kiba still sat - with a smile on her face. “What do you think’s better?” she asked, tilting her head to the side. “This?” She brandished a dazzling purple dress, and a matching violet set of undergarments. “Or this?” In her other hand, she showed off what was essentially the same thing, but it was a vibrant blue color instead of purple.
Kiba sighed. “I don’t know.” he said honestly. Trying to play dress up for whatever outfit Master was just going to tear off later and leave discarded on the floor as he fucked Hinata senseless wasn’t appetizing.
Hinata huffed. “O-oh, you’re no help…!” she muttered, tossing the dresses onto the bed in one big pile. She flopped onto the bed, her indigo hair concealing her face.
Kiba sighed again. “Go with the blue one.” he said, separating the two colors once more. “It matches your hair… not to mention Master’s eyes.”
Hinata looked up, pushing her hair out of her eyes. She beamed at him. “You think so?” she said. Kiba nodded. “Yay!” Hinata cheered, grinning. She paused. Slowly, she took a sniff of her arm. “Ew!” Hinata said, her face scrunching up. “I stink.”
Kiba couldn’t help but grin as well. “An hour or so of morning sex can do that to you,” he pointed out aptly.
“I still feel kind of sore.” Hinata muttered. “Can you help me shower, Kiba-kun?”
“Sure.” he said. Sure, he was just cleaning up for Master to go to town later… but, again, it was one of the few times he could absorb Hinata’s warmth, to drown in her body before Master came home and she was latched to his cock once more.
They both stood up, and walked to the bathroom.
Kiba pulled the screen door back, holding Hinata’s hand as she stepped in. He followed soon after, closing the screen with a clunk behind him. They smiled at each other, Hinata’s cheeks a little rosy. Kiba blushed, averting his gaze, instead busying himself by turning on the hot water - Hinata letting out a moan as it began to hose down her sweaty body. She couldn’t help but grin, massaging her sore breasts, rubbing her side, flicking her clit and groaning.
“I’m getting a lot better at staying awake now,” Hinata said, beaming happily. “Before, you know, I’d be out for… hours. But now?” A pause. “Actually… how long was I out, Kiba-kun? Sorry… but… Naruto-kun cumming inside of me is just so…” Her eyes were distant for a moment, before she shook her head, looking at him expectantly.
Kiba smiled. “It wasn’t that long.” he said earnestly. “Just… five minutes, ten at most.”
Hinata’s grin widened. “I am getting better!” she said. Hinata made to say something else… but instead, she let out something that sounded halfway between a gasp and a moan. Something splurted from her snatch, and it would have been washed away if her hands hadn’t moved to stop it. “Some of it came out!” Hinata said, giggling, her cheeks growing ever pinker. “You want to get that?” she asked Kiba.
Something stirred in Kiba’s chest.
This was how low he had fallen. To the point where he was a servant - ridiculed endlessly, intentionally by Sakura and unintentionally by Hinata and Naruto. He was a slave. Either cleaning up the floors and appliances of the house, or slurping up the cum that Naruto had so gleefully deposited into Hinata on a daily basis. Even now, with neither of his masters around, he was still doing their bidding, prepping up Hinata as if she was some sort of sex slave. Which, in all actuality, she was. Even then, he was still lower than her. She at least got pleasure - all he got was Sakura's harsh words and the humiliation of watching the love of his life being fucked regularly by a far superior man.
And yet he was happy. He was happy to be a slave, happy to clean up and prep Naruto's leftovers, happy to be at Sakura's beck and call.
Even now, he was sinking to his knees, gripping Hinata's bruised and hickey-littered thighs. A large glob of their master's cum had fallen from her ruined snatch… with even that remnant being five times the quantity of a regular one of Kiba’s loads. Almost lovingly, Kiba scooped it up with his tongue, the Inuzuka hating himself for how much he loved the taste.
“D-Do you want to share it a little?” Hinata asked, smiling sweetly.
Kiba stood up. And suddenly, before she could react, he had forced his mouth to hers. Cum flooded across her tongue, and Hinata moaned, deepening the kiss - not to further the intimacy but to try and strain every drop of Naruto's cum from her fellow slave’s mouth. “Don't hog it,” Hinata whispered, her voice husky.
It would have been a very touching moment for Kiba, if he wasn't aware of the fact that the only reason Hinata would kiss him was because he could give her a taste of her master's seed.
She broke off the kiss, grinning uncontrollably. Simultaneously, they both swallowed - the pair of slaves letting out a refreshed gasp as Naruto's hot and gooey cum filled their bellies.
Hinata licked her lips, before turning around. “Wash my back?” she asked, the change in her demeanor so sudden that it caught Kiba off guard.
“S-sure,” he stammered, reaching for a rag.
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A few days later, Sakura found herself in a sex shop, picking through aisles of toys - ranging from whips to vibrators, dildos and what appeared to be a horse costume. Stores like this did amazing in Konoha; despite the conservative nature of the civilians, shinobi tended to be a little more… open, about these things. BSDM was a popular fetish amongst kunoichi, and many of them even without that particular fetish shopped for other things. A vibrator or two could really help on long missions, and you’d be crazy to say no to a nice, long dildo after a hard day of training. If you didn’t have a man like Naruto to sate your needs, of course.
Sure, she could have sent one of the slaves to fetch the newest batch of toys, Sakura mused. But where was the fun in that? Half of the joy from it came when those little bitches saw what Sakura had in store for them… and besides, she knew that somehow, they’d find a way to fuck up the kind of lube to buy, or they would try and buy the fluffy, ‘comfortable’ handcuffs instead of the metal, uncomfortable ones.
Sakura hummed a little ditty under her breath, casting a casual glance around the store. It was a big one - sort of a hybrid, a mix between a sex shop, and a bookstore that specialized in erotica. In the distance, she could see shelves of books, ranging from more ‘lovey-dovey’ stuff to the most hardcore of rape fantasies. There was an entire section set aside for Icha Icha, and Sakura could distinctly see Jiraiya’s smiling face on the back of a book someone was examining.
She smirked. Where was Jiraiya now? Their bathroom floor was looking a little dull, and it could really use a good shining…
Sakura paused, her emerald eyes blinking. Keen vision was a trait she’d always possessed - it couldn’t compare with an Uchiha or a Hyuga, but it was leagues ahead of any ordinary shinobi or kunoichi. And that, if she hadn’t been mistaken, had been the face of none other than Sarutobi Asuma.
She cracked a grin. ‘An opportunity.’ she thought, Inner Sakura cackling. She was never one to pass up a chance like this, to score some blackmail. He was going out with Kurenai, wasn’t he? Who knew? All it took was enough juicy information to score Naruto a single night with Kurenai, and they’d have a nice, plump slave to use. And she was sure Asuma would follow soon after.
With a walk that looked more like a strut, Sakura walked away from the sex shop halve of the store, and into the bookstore half. The part Asuma had been browsing was relatively empty - most of the other people were crowding around the Icha Icha section, considering the frog sage had just dropped a new release.
He was peering at a section. Asuma was wearing a hat that concealed most of his face from view - really, he would be unrecognizable, if it weren’t for that gruff beard, and the specialized knives she could see peeking out of one of his pouches.
Sakura smiled sweetly.
And then, she stepped up behind Asuma. He went to move, to run maybe, but she stopped him with a hand on his shoulder - her monstrous strength holding him in place. “Asuma-sensei…!” Sakura whispered, her voice the picture of innocence. “Why, what are you doing in a shop like this?”
He tried to struggle. But he couldn’t - her grip was too tight, and he couldn’t use any jutsu or weapons in a place like this. His face was stoic… and yet his ears were vermillion, Sakura being able to see them just peaking out from beneath the hat he was wearing.
“Sakura,” Asuma muttered. “I- uh… was… just… getting something for-”
Her smile, the kind that would send Naruto into hysterics if he saw it directed at him, grew ever wider. “What are you buying? Sakura asked, gently pulling (and not ripping from his hands) the few books and magazines he was carrying.
Asuma hardly even noticed her relinquishing her grip on his shoulder - the Sarutobi shocked still. His face was white, his hands clammy, and he looked as if he’d been told that he had swallowed a spider in his sleep.
The first few magazines were benign. Things like ‘Slut Party 4 - Novelized’ and ‘Akeno-chan’s Adventures in Kumo’. But… there was a bit of gold, pure gold hidden in the center, clearly made that way so as to prevent the cashier from truly examining it.
“Oh…” Sakura said, a hint of her inner self breaking free, the most evil, demented smirk curling her lips. “What is this, Asuma-sensei?” Her voice was low, as she flipped open the book, turning the pages until she reached a synopsis. Quietly enough so that no one aside from her and Asuma could hear, she read it aloud. “Daisuke has always been looking for a proper bull, to come and dominate his lovely wife, Hikari. Finally, he finds this man in-”
“T-That’s enough.” Asuma stammered, his face heating up.
“-in Haru, a well hung, black skinned man who is more than willing to accommodate.” Sakura continued on, unabashed. “Follow Daisuke’s journey, as he learns how pathetic of a man he is, and as he watches his wife being given a bull’s treatment.” She smiled, closing the book with a snap.
“Y-you…” Asuma drifted off.
“A cuckolding fetish?” Sakura said, her voice airy, filled with delight, as if she were a child who had just been bought a particularly large ice cream sandwich. “How… scandalous.” She grinned. “But… it’s been more of a fantasy, hasn’t it?”
Asuma blinked, taken aback. “W-what do you mean…?” he asked.
“I doubt that Kurenai would indulge in something like this.” Sakura continued, her voice low. “She’s probably been content with your… what, three inches?” Asuma’s face was stony. Sakura’s grin grew. “Two inches?” When his eye twitched, Sakura knew she had hit the mark. She let out a girlish laugh. “Have you ever thought of bringing that fantasy to life?” she suggested quietly.
Asuma’s face grew grave. “Are… are you serious?” he asked, his voice hardly above a whisper, the jounin leaning in to make sure their conversation remained masked. “What would Kurenai say? I can’t- I want to but, I-”
“Shh…” Sakura whispered, pressing a finger to his lips. “How about this?” she said, wrapping an arm around his shoulders. “I have the perfect example of a… well, he’s not a cuckold, but he’s as close as you can get.” Sakura smirked. “How about you follow me, and we’ll see what you think. What do you say?”
Asuma stared at her for a moment.
He appeared to be experiencing a rather fierce internal battle, his face twisting and turning, his fists tightening in and out of a ball. And then, so quickly that she would have missed if she’d blinked, he gave her a nod.
Sakura flashed him a feral grin that sent chills down his spine. “Excellent.” Sakura said.
And she lead him out of the store. Of course, she’d have to come back later and actually make her purchases - but, obtaining a new slave was more pressing than that. Asuma’s books lay forgotten on a shelf.
No one looked twice at them as they walked. Neither Sakura, nor Asuma were high profile enough to attract looks - except for the occasional girl (or guy) who gawked at Sakura’s pink hair. They were silent, walking side by side, Sakura having dropped her arm from around his shoulder in order to not give people the wrong impression. She was Naruto’s woman, and the only reason she would dare touch another male was to… well, influence or dominate them. That was final.
Her and Naruto’s apartment wasn’t that far away from the sex shop, only a few blocks, really. As they got closer, Asuma got paler and paler, his walk turning into more of a shuffle, his hands so sweaty that he was leaving wet stains where he wiped them off on his trousers.
Once they stood before the door, Sakura fished a key from a pocket, twisting it into the lock. She swung the door open and Asuma literally took a step back, as the smell of sex, and of musk and… it smelled like a monkey cage in there, to put it frankly.
Sakura ground her teeth. “I told him to take it easy…!” she grumbled.
Asuma frowned, as the two stepped inside of the apartment, Sakura shutting the door behind them with her foot. “You’re married to Naruto, aren’t you…?” he muttered. “If so, why does the-”
“SAKURA-CHAN!”
A yellow and tan blur came out of nowhere, slamming into Sakura, sending her careening into the wall. There was the sound of smooching. Asuma blinked as the… naked figure of none other than Naruto came into view, him and Sakura wrapped tightly around each other, their tongues dancing as they kissed.
He drew back. And Asuma could hardly fathom the image of Naruto, the image of the perfect bull. A powerful, well built, tall muscular body. A long and hard cock that was seven times the size of Asuma’s own. He was…
“... perfect…” Asuma whispered, too softly for Sakura nor Naruto to hear.
“What’s Asuma-sensei doing here?” Naruto asked, drawing back. He seemed unaware, or uncaring, of the fact that he was naked in front of him.
“Mmm… he’s just here to do some examining.” Sakura said. “Just to make sure everything is alright with cow tits and the mutt, not to mention the pig and our little toy.”
“What about…?” Naruto drifted off.
Sakura smirked. “She’s here too?” she asked. Naruto nodded. “Good. I think it’ll give Asuma here a little look into just how much power we wield.” She leaned in, pecking Naruto on the cheek. “Now… I have to go and get some shopping done, since Asuma here interrupted me. Show him around, alright?”
“Alright.” Naruto said, smiling dreamily. Sakura waved goodbye, before throwing the door open and bounding out, a spring to her step. The door closed behind her. “Well!” Naruto piped up, catching Asuma off guard. “Let me show you around!” He threw an arm around Asuma’s shoulder, as if they were best friends, steering him into the main room.
Asuma’s jaw dropped.
“Sorry about that,” Naruto said, detaching himself from Asuma and walking up to the bed situated in the living room. “I was busy with baa-chan when you two walked in, but I wanted to give Sakura a nice welcome.” He beamed.
The sight of your Hokage, bent over the bed, her tongue lolling out of her mouth and her asshole gaping to the point where you could shove a fist in it was… interesting, to say the least. Asuma watched dumbly as Naruto slotted his cock into Tsunade’s ass, and began to thrust in and out without further ado, as if this was just a normal thing to him, turning a Hokage into little more than a moaning and writhing whore.
Asuma felt as if his brain was undergoing whiplash. And yet, Naruto was still talking to him, pumping his hips forward as if it were just a thing he typically did, his long and thick cock spearing into Tsunade’s ass like some sort of battering ram.
“Baa-chan was my second.” Naruto said proudly. “Sakura-chan, of course, was my first. Baa-chan is really needy. I mean, for those years I was gone, you noticed how bitchy she was, right? That’s what a day without a nice load inside of her does.” He gave her plump ass an affectionate smack, and Tsunade moaned in appreciation. “Still, I love her. I mean, I know she’s really old and all - but that jutsu she uses makes her body young… and her pussy, not to mention her ass, nice and tight.” He flashed a grin in Asuma’s direction, before redirecting his attention back to Tsunade.
He began to thrust into her, harder and faster, the bed squeaked beneath the weight of his thrusts, until he came. Naruto grunted and groaned as came inside of the most powerful (second most powerful, now that Asuma thought about it) woman in the village. He pulled out.
Asuma gasped. The most he could give Kurenai was a string or two of watery, thin jizz. But Naruto - without effort - could give Tsunade a true man’s load. It was thick, incredibly so, and so hot that Asuma was surprised it wasn’t boiling and churning. A single glob made up twenty times Asuma’s typical loads, and it just kept pouring out of Tsunade, splattering over the floor, the blonde moaning in ecstasy as it kept coming and coming…
“Thanks Baa-chan!” Naruto said, giving her ass another affectionate swat. He glanced down at his member, soaked in his own cum. “Hold on,” he said. “Let me get a nice rinsing.”
He strolled over to a closet… which appeared to be locked. There was a hole drilled in the wall, and without thinking, Naruto jammed his cock through it. The blond let out a moan. “Tenten-chan’s in there,” he explained, to Asuma’s confused look. “She really knows how to use her mouth - but honestly, the best part is seeing her come out of there after a day or two, looking like she’s a clown or a mime or something.” He chuckled good naturedly, before withdrawing his cock, now sparkling clean in saliva. “Thanks, Tenten-chan!” he called through the hole.
Naruto beamed at Asuma.
Asuma had thought he was perfect at first glance, at least as the role of a bull. But fuck, Naruto was a dream come true. So manly, with so little effort. Already, he had seen two women wrapped around the blond’s finger, and there just had to be more. Evidently, Naruto and Sakura had been building a harem of sorts… and if they had the Hokage of all people taken in… who else could they have?
“I’d show you Ino,” Naruto began. “But she got a little… well, Sakura-chan puts it like ‘out of hand’. Basically, I think she stepped on Sakura-chan’s foot or something? I dunno. But she’s cut off for a few days. Baa-chan sent her off on a mission to give her something to do, or else she’d go crazy.”
Naruto waved a hand, as if the idea of a woman going insane after a day without his cock was only mildly amusing.
“I’ll show you the other two though,” Naruto said. He lead Asuma to a spare bedroom.
Hinata beamed from atop the bed. “Hi, Asuma-sensei!” she said. “Hi, Naruto-kun!”
“Hey, Hinata-chan.” Naruto said.
Asuma paused, taking in the scene with mild shock.
Hinata was dressed… provocatively. A shiny, blue dress that hugged her curvaceous figure. The way she sat allowed it to hike up, revealing her obvious lack of panties beneath them. Kiba was naked on the bed aside her, although the chastity cage was still locked tight around his crotch. He wasn’t groping or touching Hinata, rather, he was… giving her a makeover. Painting her fingernails, then her toe nails, doing up her hair, adjusting the dress to reveal even more cleavage.
“Ino gave him some tips before she got kicked out,” Naruto explained to Asuma, who was staring at the scene. “Kiba’s a big help - he’s really good at preparing the girls, and he loves cleaning up after I’m done with Hinata.” Naruto smiled. “How’s it coming, Kiba?”
“Great, Master…” Kiba muttered, his voice hollow.
“Awesome!” Naruto said. “Sakura-chan wanted to try something with Baa-chan tonight, alone in our room… whips or something, I don’t know.” Naruto muttered to Asuma out of the corner of his mouth. “So I decided to give Hinata-chan a treat. Let her dress up, cook me dinner, give me a foot rub… and then I’ll give her a nice pounding. Don’t tell, Sakura-chan, alright?”
Asuma felt his legs go slightly weak. “S-sure.” he stammered.
“Well, that’s pretty much everyone.” Naruto said, turning to Asuma. “What’d you think?”
“It’s- uh… i-interesting.” Asuma said, rubbing the back of his neck.
“I’ll take what I can get.” Naruto said, beaming. He clapped Asuma on the back. “Kiba’s almost done, so if you want, after Hinata’s free I can get her to make you something-”
“No, no, it’s… it’s fine.” Asuma said hurriedly. He swallowed. “Just… tell Sakura that I accept her offer.” Another gulp. “And to… contact me, whenever she’s ready to arrange… things with Kurenai.”
“Sounds like a plan.” Naruto said. “Leaving so soon?”
“Y-yeah.” Asuma stammered.
The two of them walked back into the living room, where Tsunade was slowly stirring. Evidently, she had managed to crawl onto the bed - and had spread her legs nice and wide, revealing her ruined pussy to the two men.
“So insatiable!” Naruto said, almost teasingly. “Well, I have to take care of this.” he told Asuma. “Can you lock the door behind you? Our spare key is underneath the number plaque, alright?”
“S-s-sure…” Asuma said.
The bearded Sarutobi quickly made his way out of the apartment, the soft smack smack smack of the Hokage being pounded following him out.
He paused for a moment, after he’d locked the door and replaced the key.
Asuma pinched himself on the arm, as if to make sure he wasn’t dreaming. ‘Thank kami,’ he thought. ‘Today… today couldn’t get any better.’
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And so, Asuma and Sakura made arrangements later that same day.
It was funny, actually. Sakura had concocted this big, elaborate plan to coax Kurenai into Naruto’s bed - Asuma a willing participant - and they were this close to putting it into motion. And yet… it seemed, things were not to be.
Fate, it seemed, had a different plan.
Kurenai had heard some… interesting rumors. That the Hyuga and Yamanaka heiresses, not to mention the Hokage and Kiba had been seen going in and out of Naruto and Sakura’s apartment on a frequent basis. It wasn’t anything scandalous - people simply assumed that they were friends - but, it was… weird. Kiba had never been friends with Naruto or Sakura, well, at least not close enough to be paying them visits. And the idea of Hinata willingly going to her crush’s house was… laughable, at best.
Something was up. And so, Kurenai resolved to investigate.
Not that she expected for it to be anything dangerous or criminal. No, she was in the mind that they were planning a party or something, but still, she had to make sure.
And thus here she stood, in front of the door to their apartment.
Kurenai reached forward, and knocked.
The sound of footsteps. She saw a pair of blue eyes peek through the window. The sound of harsh whispers on the other side. A few clicks, as the locks were undone, and then the door swung open. Naruto greeted her, clad in a pair of sweatpants, his muscled physique sweaty and his blond hair disheveled.
“Kurenai-sensei!” he said. “What brings you here?”
“Just wanted to see what Kakashi’s students have been up to,” she said smoothly. “Mind if I come in?”
“Not at all.” Naruto said. Was it just her, or did his voice sound slightly… nervous?’
She stepped inside. Naruto closed the door behind her - and she couldn’t help but notice that he locked it as well. It smelled… amazing in here. But, she chalked that up to Naruto’s musk, clearly he had been working out or something of that sort.
“Nice place you’ve got here,” she noted, her gaze narrowing as she saw the bed perched in the center of the living room, a white stain in the center of the mattress.
“Thanks,” Naruto said. “Hi- Sakura-chan works hard to keep it clean.”
There was a pause, as Kurenai surveyed the room. Something was… off. What was it? She wasn’t sure.
“U-uh… so… everything between you and Asuma alright?” Naruto asked.
“Everything is fine.” Kurenai answered coolly.
“Anything interesting happen lately?”
“I could ask the same of you.”
Naruto chuckled nervously. “Not much,” he said, rubbing the back of his head nervously.
There was a beat.
And then-
“Master…” a hoarse voice asked. Naruto blanched. They both wheeled to face the closet door - Tenten’s brown eyes peering through the hole drilled into it. “I’m so hungry, Master,” Tenten continued, either unaware or uncaring of Kurenai’s presence. “Feed me, please, please, please~” She jammed her mouth against the hole, as if waiting for Naruto to slot his cock into it.
Kurenai gasped. “You’ve- you’ve got her locked up in there?” she said fiercely, striding to the door, and trying to pull it open - to no avail. “W-what the hell?!”
There was a pause, as something dawned on her. Genjutsu!
She formed a seal. “Kai!” Kurenai said.
Something broke. She wheeled around once more, to stare into pale and brown eyes that were perched beside the bed. Hinata and Kiba, naked. Hunched beside each other, one of them having cast a basic B-rank genjutsu in an attempt to conceal themselves from her sight.
Kurenai paled. “What’s that thing you have on Kiba?” she said, her voice hot. She was referring to the cage locked around his crotch. “What the- what the hell is this?” she said, rounding on Naruto.
“Uh…” Naruto didn’t have a response to that.
“You- you sick son of a bitch!” Kurenai said. “I’m- I’m taking this to the Hokage! To everyone!”
There was a sudden pause. An iciness had spread throughout the room, as Naruto’s gaze narrowed, his face hardening.
“I- I can’t let you do that, Kurenai-sensei.” Naruto said. “Get her.”
Before she could react, Kiba and Hinata had seized both of her arms. They pulled her with ease, slamming her down on the bed, bent over. Hinata went to work, her byakugan activated, her Jukken enhanced fingers silencing many of Kurenai’s chakra points and leaving her unable to put up much more than token resistance.
“Kiba?” Kurenai said hoarsely. “Hinata?”
“Sorry, sensei.” Kiba muttered. “But we can’t let you go… blabbing.”
“Naruto-kun and Mistress will keep this secret as long as they wish.” Hinata said firmly, her eyes alight with a resolve only Naruto could inspire in her. “And- we won’t let you spread Naruto-kun’s secrets, Kurenai-sensei.”
She struggled, uselessly, Kiba and Hinata’s grips too strong to dislodge.
“Sorry about this.” Naruto said, honestly.
He wasn’t looking to kidnap Kurenai. He couldn’t hold her hostage… or kill her. And other than those two options, there was only one way Naruto knew to keep a girl’s mouth shut.
With a soft jerk, he let his sweatpants fall to the ground, his long and hard cock swinging out, smacking Kurenai in the thigh. She yelped. And then, Naruto took a step forward, and yanked down Kurenai’s trousers and panties, leaving her ass bare in front of him. It wasn’t round and cute like Hinata’s, plump like Tsunade’s, perfect like Sakura’s… but it was tight. Naruto ran his hands over it appreciatively for a moment, his cock growing hard at the sight.
Ignoring Kurenai’s mute protests, he placed himself at the entrance of her wonderfully tight, almost virgin pussy. And then, he slid inside.
“Oh!”
It just kept going and going.
Inch after inch.
Kurenai couldn’t help herself. She moaned. Her body went against her own will, and bucked it’s hips back against Naruto.
Full.
So full… so complete… so whole.
Was this what being filled by a real man felt like? It was such a wonderful feeling, something she could hardly describe. His length, entering her. His girth stretching her. Every twitch of his cock sending shivers down her spine.
Kurenai arched her back. When had Kiba and Hinata let go of her arms? She wasn’t sure. Now, instead, she was gripping the sides of the bed as much as her feeble strength would allow.
He was thrusting into her now. In. Out. In. Out. She moaned, panted like a dog, her tongue lolling out of her mouth.
With ease, he located, and then hit that spot inside of her.
She came.
Oh… oh, she came.
For the first time in her life, she came, not with a vibrator or with her fingers, but at the behest of a real alpha male.
Kurenai couldn’t help but groan, shaking and shivering, her head burying into the sheets in order to muffle her ecstasy.
Naruto just kept thrusting.
He seemed not to care about her obvious predicament, namely the fact that she was losing her mind.
“Just let it happen.” Naruto whispered into her ear. “Let it wash over you.”
And she did.
Once again, he hit that spot, and once again, she came. For twenty long, blissful seconds, she forgot everything. Asuma who? Kiba who? Hinata who? All she could think about was Naruto. Sweet, innocent Naruto, who she had last seen as a round faced little boy - but now, now he was a man, able to take a strong kunoichi like her and turn her into putty with a few thrusts into her hot and ready twat.
She screamed. So loudly, that her voice was lost after a while. Hinata stared on, a shy smile on her face, remembering when she was in that very position. Kiba watched, as yet another woman was claimed by his Master.
When he came inside of her, the instant his seed hit her womb, she blacked out.
And there, Yuuhi Kurenai slumped against the bed. Her pussy full of the cum of a man who was most certainly not her husband. Her fingers were still latched tightly to the sides of the bed as she sunk to her knees, her head plopping into the sheets, Naruto’s cock slipping free from her snatch with a schlop.
The door opened.
Naruto, Kiba, and Hinata turned around. And there, Sakura and Asuma stood.
Asuma blanched. “K-Kurenai?” he stammered, his voice cracking as he watched his wife twitch on the floor, cum flooding from her pussy, a slutty grin on her face, her red eyes blank and distant.
Sakura blinked. “What… what the hell did you do?” she asked Naruto.
Naruto chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “Well… it’s not that long of a story. Let’s just say… Kurenai-sensei really, really shouldn’t have been so nosy.”
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