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The Lone Wanderer (Remaster)	By : BigE2955 Category: Naruto > General Views: 47733 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Alright y'all. Here's the next chapter of the Lone Wanderer Remastered; it's not extraordinarily long, but it brings forth a part of the story that's going to be radically different from the original LW. I hope you guys enjoy, and please, don't forget to leave a review if you like it.
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Predictably, Sasuke didn’t even make it to Konoha before he was ‘ambushed’.
A buxom blonde popping out of the trees could catch anyone off-guard. Especially if that blonde were Uzumaki Naruko, someone who was fast (and hot) enough to legitimately catch Sasuke off-guard.
The gates of Konoha were in sight; he was maybe forty, fifty meters away from them. The trees were thinning, the sun was shining through—he was looking forward to enjoying a warm welcome from a certain pink haired shinobi.
And then Naruko had to ruin it.
She flew out of the treeline, an orange and yellow blob and nothing more. Maybe if his sharingan had been activated he would have been able to track her. Naruko slammed right into him, flattening him onto his back—she was on top of him, grinning with victory.
The position they were in was a tad... compromising, however. Naruko wore casual clothes—but for someone as curvaceous as her, even casual wear could be made to look so, so sexy. The tight orange t-shirt she wore made Sasuke’s gut tingle, and those black shorts didn’t do him any better. Her tight and toned tanned thighs were squeezed on either side of his hips—her blonde hair was let down from their pigtails, falling down her back in a curtain.
Sasuke could have testified under oath that his heart stilled, then and there. If Naruko kept looking at him like that, they might have classified him brain dead before long.
Then she giggled.
“How was your trip!?” Naruko half-shouted into his face, leaping off of him and yanking him to his feet by the arm. “I bet you had a bunch of fun, didn’t you?”
A few tasteful images flowed through Sasuke’s mind.
Samui’s head shoved into the mattress, Sasuke holding her down as he rammed into her again and again. Mabui quivering as he lowered her down onto his massive cock. The vision of Karui, nude and on his bed, ready and waiting for him. All three of them crowded around him, eager to do nothing but sleep in the same bed with him.
“You know what?” said Sasuke, smirking. “I did.”
“Awesome!” Naruko cooed. “You know where I’m gonna take you first, right?”
Sasuke’s smirk faded. After a moment, he heaved a sigh.
“... fine. But I’m not paying for it.”
Over bowls of ramen, Sasuke and Naruko talked.
“Oh, yeah, right!” Naruko said, pushing away another empty bowl of ramen. “Sakura-chan’s been really wantin’ to see you.”
“Has she,” Sasuke said, not surprised in the least.
Naruko nodded. “She was this close—” She held her thumb and pointer a millimeter apart. “—to chasing after you and going to Kumogakure herself. Kakashi-sensei just barely managed to convince her to stay.”
Sasuke nodded. “I’ll go and talk to her after you and I are done if it’ll get you off of my back,” said the Uchiha.
“Good.” Naruko grinned cheekily. “Did the Raikage treat you okay? I know you two still have some bad blood but I was hopin’ he would put that behind him.”
He snorted.
“It could have been a hell of a lot worse,” Sasuke admitted. “He gave me a decent place to stay and he didn’t try to kill me, so there’s that. And…”
Well, if it hadn’t been for the Raikage assigning Samui to spy on him, he wouldn’t have had the busty blonde twisted around his finger. And that alone made any subtle threats the Raikage had shot him simply water under the bridge.
“... and, well, I have no more grievances with the Raikage. I don’t know about him, but then again, I don’t really care what he feels toward me.”
Naruko’s grin widened. “That’s a start,” she said. “Did you listen to some of Bee’s rap music like I told you too? I know that you’d like it, Sasuke!”
Sasuke repressed the urge to roll his eyes. “I must have forgot,” he said lightly. “Maybe next time.”
“Next time.” Naruko winked at him, then tucked in to the next bowl of ramen that had been shoved in front of her by Teuchi, Ichiraku’s owner.
A few more minutes of chatting, a few more bowls of ramen slid in front of them.
Naruko leaned back, belching loudly. Her shirt had ridden up, and she patted her belly affectionately, as if she were pregnant. “That was good,” she said.
Sasuke rolled his eyes. He stood, tossing the money for his food on the counter.
“I’ll be off,” he said. “I’m sure Sakura’s getting impatient.”
His blonde companion grinned at him. “Yeah, sounds about right,” said Naruko. “How about I come and visit you in the hospital after she’s done with you?”
“Very amusing.”
“When am I not amusing?” Naruko countered.
Sasuke sighed. “Whatever,” he said. “I’ll see you later.”
In a flicker, he was gone. The only sign that he’d been there was the money he’d left, and the blinds that swayed from side to side in his wake.
Naruko smiled.
‘He is in for a world of hurt,’ she thought, cackling internally.
Quite the contrary, in fact.

Sasuke knew where she’d be. Not her apartment, not at the training grounds, not out shopping and definitely not out and about. She would be in his apartment; that much was for certain.
And he was right. The lights were on, and the entire place was humming with life. He noticed the change in aura from the moment he slotted the key in the door and entered.
Sakura was in the kitchen, cooking dinner. The refrigerator was open—he could see it packed with groceries that he had not bought. The pink haired babe was bent over the oven, stirring something in a pot.
The first thing that he noticed was that she was wearing his clothes: a pair of sweatpants and a long-sleeved shirt. They were far, far too big for her, hanging loose about a half dozen sizes too big; the sleeves had been rolled up so that they bulged out five inches at the elbow just so that she could cook without fear of burning herself.
“Sakura?”
He closed the door behind him.
She froze. Totally and utterly, as if liquid nitrogen had suddenly replaced her blood.
And then slowly she turned, emerald eyes the size of dinner plates. “S-Sasuke-kun?” she stammered, face red.
“I’m home,” he said. And he meant it.
She dropped everything and ran toward him. There was a table and a sofa in the way, but she bounded over those as an Olympic sprinter would a hurdle. In seconds, she was slamming into him, the impact so harsh that he was forced back a few steps, his sandals skidding across the hardwood floor.
“Why are you wearing my clothes?” Sasuke asked.
Sakura brushed prettily. “Well, I—you know. They smell like you. How else was I supposed to keep going when you were gone?”
“And I don’t remember giving you a spare key, either.”
She grinned. “I have my ways,” said Sakura.
Sasuke heard warning sirens in his ears—but at the same time, he smelled the aroma that was coming from the stove.
“I recall your cooking being atrocious,” he said honestly. “But that smells… good. Really good.”
Her grin only widened. “I asked Hinata to give me a few tips,” she quipped. “I’m no master chef, but something simple like what I’m making is easy enough.”
“What are you making?” Sasuke questioned.
“Rice.”
“Just rice?”
Sakura flushed. “She only gave me a few tips,” insisted the pink haired girl. “I’ve still a ways to go.”
Sasuke shrugged. “It’s a start,” he said. “Is it almost done?”
“Almost.”
“Is there enough for two?”
“No,” said Sakura. “But I think I’ve got something else to eat in the meantime,” she murmured suggestively. The way she looked straight at his crotch was none too subtle. “Sit down,” she said. “I’ll serve it to you.”
“Okay,” Sasuke said.
He sat at the table in his kitchen. Hands folded in his lap.
Sakura spooned the rice in the pot out into a rather large bowl, then slid it in front of Sasuke. It looked well cooked—not burnt, as most of Sakura’s dishes tended to be. He was impressed.
He ate a mouthful. His mouth didn’t exactly explode with flavour, but it tasted nice nonetheless. He swallowed, and made to give her a mild compliment. Mild. He didn’t want to inflate her ego. Only…
Only he found her crawling beneath the table. It seemed she was making good on her promise to ‘eat something else’.
It was with a smile on her face that she undid the zipper of his trousers. She reached a hand inside, biting her lip as she fished out his member—it flopped out, gently slapping against her cheek. She’d forgotten just how big her stud of a teammate was.
She wound her fingers around the base. Needless to say, his thickness was to the point where she’d need both of her hands to wrap around the entire base. In moments he was fully erect, member throbbing and twitching before her emerald eyes.
“You know, I wanted to talk,” Sakura said, rubbing her cheek against his thick and fat cock, relishing in the heat it exuded.
“About?”
“About us,” she replied.
Sasuke wasn’t sure whether to quirk an eyebrow in interest, or to frown. He ended up doing both; which, admittedly, looked rather odd, but Sakura was focused on a lot of things other than his facial expressions in that moment.
“Alright,” Sasuke said. “Talk, then. I’m listening.”
She bit her lip, anxiety written all over her face.
“Finish eating first,” she insisted. “And I’ll suck you off while you do so. We can talk about… about it afterward, okay?”
“Alright.”
He began to eat once more.
Sakura smiled. She leaned back, head tilted to the side slightly, as if she were pondering how to best approach this.
Evidently, she figured that out quick. And she elected for a rather simple approach.
Opening her mouth, jaw on the verge of unhinging, Sakura leaned forward and inhaled Sasuke’s fat cock. The top half of it, which alone was bigger and fatter than ninety-nine percent of the men in the world, was swallowed up in seconds.
She did struggle with the bottom half, though. It’d been a while. She tried and she tried, but eventually she decided to just stick with the top half for now. Her tongue lapping along the side, her lips squeezing around his shaft. His masculine scent filled her nose.
Sakura put a hand on one of his thighs each, leaning forward. The only grip she had was of her lips suckling around his shaft. Despite that, she continued to push back and forth, eyes closed, bliss on her face as she gave Sasuke a blowjob he deserved.
He must have had such a hard time in Kumogakure, she thought. Without her there to give him his morning blowjob… and his lunch blowjob… his evening blowjob… his before sleep blowjob. Not to mention the half a dozen fucks in-between each one. She hadn’t been there to be pounded doggystyle on the bed after she’d finished draining every drop from his cock in the morning. She hadn’t been there to ride him like an animal after he came home for the night. She hadn’t been there to claw at his back as he fucked a creampie in her just before bed.
Her poor, poor lover—no. That was not his title.
She leaned back, a soft slurp reaching her ears as she withdrew from his cock. It was coated in her salvia, nice and thoroughly lubed. Good.
“Are you done yet?” Sakura purred, hand still wrapped around the base, the pink haired woman still stroking him.
“I’ve been done for a while now,” said Sasuke. “You’ve been at it for ten minutes.”
She blinked.
Time could really fly when one was in bliss. And there were few things more blissful to Haruno Sakura than taking Sasuke’s cock into her throat.
“Oh,” she said, grinning. “That’s alright, then.” A pause. “Could you scoot your chair back, Sasuke-kun? I want to get on top of you.”
He didn’t say anything, but then again, he didn’t need to. She watched him pull his chair back, wood grating against wood.
She slinked out from underneath the table. Sakura didn’t mount him at first—first thing’s first, she had to strip naked. Which didn’t take long. She pulled off his sweatpants, his shirt, and tossed them to the ground. There were no undergarments to cover her. Sasuke took ample time to take in her body.
Sakura wasn’t curvy like Samui or Mabui. But that didn’t mean she wasn’t sexy. She was athletic, thin and lithe, breasts perky and her hips slim. Her cotton candy pink hair only added to the appeal.
But more important was the look in those big, sour apple green eyes of hers.
Of adoration. Of love. Of total and absolute trust.
Of submission.
Without another word, Sakura climbed on top of him.
“What did you want to talk about?” His hands gripped her thighs—with sheer strength, he held her up, maneuvering her so that she was hovering over his cock. With a grunt, he slid inside of her; Sakura moaned, eyes flickering as rapidly as a hummingbird’s wings.
Sakura grinned.
“About us,” she repeated.
“What about us?”
He pulled her down against him, inch after inch of his cock creeping into her cunt at a slow, torturous place. It was like a key—her heart opened, her most inner desires poured out for him to drink in.
“About what I want our relationship to be,” Sakura said simply. She stared him dead in the eyes. There was no trace of hesitation in her tone.
Sasuke tensed. There were a lot of follow-ups to that statement, and most of them he dreaded hearing. He’d thought he had made this clear a thousand times before.
But evidently, he misjudged Sakura in that particular instance.
“I want you to be my master,” she purred, hands running across his broad chest. “And I want me to be whatever you want me to be. Your lover, your girlfriend, your wife, your cum-dumpster… your sl-a-ve.” The last word she lingered on, sounding out each syllable.
He looked her dead in the eye.
“Master, huh?”
For some strange reason, he liked the ring of that. Sasuke-sama. Master. Either one worked for him. It tickled his ego. And what hot-blooded man didn’t like the sound of a beautiful woman calling him ‘Master’ for God’s sake?
“Alright,” he said.
Words couldn’t describe the rush of emotion that filled her emerald eyes. But something else could. In a blur, she threw herself forward, pressing her lips against his, chest rubbing against his own.
He held her firm against his lap, her thighs pressed against his own. Every inch of his breathtakingly massive cock was sheathed quite deeply inside of her.
But for once, sex wasn’t on either of their minds.
Sasuke, for the first time in what seemed an eternity, allowed himself to relax for a moment. He lost himself in the fiery kiss.
He felt sated. Content. For now, at least.
After all, he had a new pet slave. Which was a much more preferable position for Sakura compared to girlfriend or wife. A place with which he could do anything with her… the possibilities were, quite simply, endless.
He rubbed her back fondly.
There was a moment of peace, of tranquility.
Sure, they would commence the rest of the night in moments. He’d fuck her, again and again, until she was filled to the brim with bubbling hot cum and begging for mercy. But for now, they could relax.
He closed his eyes.
An idea came to mind.

The next morning, Sakura rose slowly.
She felt as if half a dozen of her bones had been jolted out of place. God, Sasuke had unleashed on her the previous night. He’d completely and utterly destroyed her, he’d fucked her until she was raving mad and then some.
Even now, she could feel his cum leaking out of her. He must have creampied her, what, three or four times? At least once after she’d already passed out from the pleasure.
“Master?” she called. Gosh, how it rolled off the tongue! Add onto that the fact that Sasuke got hard every time she spoke that one simple word, and it had quickly become Sakura’s favorite combination of letters in the dictionary.
She glanced around, but he was nowhere to be found.
Gingerly, she threw the sheets off of her nude body. Trying to get up was fruitless—she doubted she’d be able to walk for a week under normal circumstances.
It was a good thing she was anything but normal.
Being a medical ninja had its privileges.
Her hand glowed as green as her eyes; with a precision few could dream of, Sakura allowed it to roam over the more affected areas. Her hips, her pussy, her back. Within seconds the soreness had begun to ebb away, and soon, she was bouncing up and onto her feet as smoothly as if she hadn’t had her atoms rearranged by cock the previous night.
Sakura tiptoed out into the main area of the apartment.
“Maaaassteeer?” she called. He wasn’t in the kitchen, neither was he in the living room. Where could he be?
She got her answer less than a minute later.
The door opened.
Sasuke was upon her in seconds, before she could turn around and take in the glorious sight of him. He pressed his hand against the top of her head, forcing her down onto her knees. She blinked those big eyes up at him.
“I went out and got this,” he murmured.
Sakura’s face glowed. She beamed up at him.
Not a word of protest passed her lips as he gently fastened the object around her neck.
A collar.
The idea had come to him the previous night when he’d held her in his arms. A collar; a nice little mark that he owned her. He’d picked it up from a pet store five minutes down the block.
Sakura marveled at it. She ran her fingers along the fabric, noting that it clearly wasn’t the cheap kind of collar.
“I love it,” she whispered.
Just then, her fingers found the best part.
“A key hole?” Sakura questioned.
Sasuke smirked.
“I have the only key,” he said. “And I assure you, I’ll only let you out of that if I absolutely have to.”
Sakura grinned.
She stood up, the collar glistening around her neck. There was a soft jingling of bells.
“How do I look?” she asked, smiling innocently at him. Cum drooling down her leg, a collar around her neck, her hair still messy, her skin flushed, her—
Damn.
Sasuke could already feel himself growing hard inside of his trousers once more.
“On your knees,” he commanded once more. It hadn’t even been worth it for Sakura to bother standing up.
Sakura’s grin spread from ear-to-ear as she sunk down onto her knees, Sasuke gently undoing his pants. It seemed he still wanted his morning blowjob, even if it was a little late.
And Sakura was more than happy to give it to him.
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Well, that's all she... he... wrote? Again, not a particularly long chapter, but it's something I have to get out of the way and now I have. Let's see where the story goes from here, hm? I've got a surprise cooked up for next chapter that should catch a few of you guys off guard.
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