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Naruto's Fetish (Remastered)	By : BigE2955 Category: Naruto > General Views: 126576 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 6
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto. This story is not meant for profit, but rather for the enjoyment of both the writer and the readers.

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This is a fairly short chapter, but it gets the plot moving. I hope you guys enjoy regardless.
ElChapo - I'm glad! We'll have to see about that Sasuke x Multiverse, :p.
ANON - Anon - I wouldn't anticipate that happening in this story.
Enjoy!
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Two… weeks.
Two weeks.
Two weeks.
Was it possible to experience cock withdrawal? Hinata wasn’t entirely sure.
She lay on her bed, as nude as the day she was born. Two of her fingers were sunk into her snatch - the ex-Hyuga dumbly bucking her hips against them, low moans spilling from her lips.
Never in her life had she hated the sannin Orochimaru as much as she did now. Why the fuck did he need Sasuke to leave for two wholes weeks, for some tasks in Otogakure. Kami, she hated him.
She felt so… empty. More than ever, she wished Sasuke would batter down the door to her bedroom - throw himself onto the bed, and just take her. Hinata wished he would just fuck her until the mattress broke, and dump a gloriously massive load into her warm and fertile womb.
Hinata knew that her mind was addled with lust. That her emotions, her thoughts, were clouded with the always present ache in her loins. But she didn’t care. Fuck… oh fuck, she needed him, she needed that cock.
Naruto wasn’t exactly sure what was wrong with her, but he could fill in the blanks. And he tried to compensate, taking off from work early to try and please her - using every last trick Sasuke had taught him. But, one or two orgasms wasn’t enough, not compared to the heaping handful of times that Sasuke made her cum in ten minutes alone.
She loved her husband. She loved him so much. But he couldn’t fill that hole inside of her. Only Sasuke could.
Maybe… maybe if she really tried, she might be able to scoop out of a bit of Sasuke’s left over cum… it was possible. That was what she told herself as she jammed her fingers deeper into her slit, thrusting them in and out furiously, her legs writhing in pleasure.
“Oh… oh… oh…!”
Hinata almost pitied Sakura. If this was what happened to her after two weeks, she couldn’t even begin to imagine how the pink haired woman must have felt with years of absence. Honestly, Hinata was surprised that Sakura wasn’t a raving lunatic by this point - drinking bottles of cum for hydration and dining on jizz sandwiches, forcing her husband to stay in their bed until all three of her holes had been well used.
Wow… wow… that sounded like a pretty good way to live, she had to admit.
Hmm. She wondered what Sasuke was going to teach her next. Learning how to give him a blowjob had been very enjoyable, and swallowing one of his prestigious loads had been a novel experience. But… she was keen on what she was going to learn next. She loved being able to please him, or to ride him like a cowgirl would her stallion… but she kind of hoped the next position she learned would have him be in command. Call her traditional, but she liked it more that way - she loved it when he could just hold her down, shove that fat cock into her snatch and turn her world upside down with a few short thrusts.
“Oh… almost… oh… oh…”
Three hundred and twelve hours had passed since Sasuke had departed the village. Thirteen days. And at this rate… she wasn’t sure if she was going to make the last twenty four hours.
“Sasuke-kun…!” Hinata moaned, as she came around her fingers - juices leaking past the digits and down onto the bedsheets. The smell of her arousal was pungent, but it was missing something… a sweet, musky scent that she hadn’t sniffed in two weeks. She missed it. She missed him.
A moment passed, long and pregnant, Hinata’s pale eyes staring at herself in the mirror, at her sweaty, naked form. Her face flushed slightly, as she realized that she had been masturbating to the thought of another man...
And yet, without fail, she slipped her fingers back into her slit, a groan escaping her lips.
“Sasuke-kun…” Hinata moaned, her voice hardly above a whisper.
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Himawari stared at herself in the mirror, her blue eyes reflected in the glass.
A shiver ran down her spine, as her gaze drifted downwards, as she saw what she was wearing.
Thin, blue, see-through lingerie - a bra that hugged her breasts, a pair of panties so tight that you could easily see the outline of her snatch through the fabric. She wasn’t… curvy, so to speak. Her body was thin and lithe, perfect for kunoichi work - not so perfect for trying to attract her ‘Uncle’.
Ever since the first time she had lain eyes on him… she had crushed on him. Hard.
He was just so… cool! Everything about him, from the way he dressed, to the way he talked, to the way he walked… it was intoxicating. She’d hid her feelings well, although if someone had been paying attention at dinners with the Uchihas, they would have noticed Himawari staring at Sasuke with a puppy dog look in her eyes.
There was just something about him. Something that drove her wild to no end - something that excited something primal, deep within her. She couldn’t stay away, no matter how much she wanted to (if she wanted to). Her mind continuously told her how wrong it was, how he was twice her age, how he was married, how his daughter was one of her twin brother’s closest friends… but… but she just couldn’t help it.
She’d waited for it to fade away. Her teenage years flickered by, and soon the age of young adulthood came - she became chunin, jounin… and yet, it wouldn’t go away. The flames of her crush burnt bright… at this point, you couldn’t even call it a crush. Maybe an obsession. Maybe worse, she wasn’t sure.
Of course, Himawari was well aware of the fact that Sasuke was married. Happily married at that. They had a house, a daughter… he would never, ever consider someone like her. What reason did he have to cheat after all?
In the end, she had reserved herself to the fact that her crush would never be returned. She would go on, marry someone, have their children, always pining for that man who got away…
… at least, until just a short while ago.
Himawari was supposed to be on a mission - yet, good weather and a cooperative client had allowed it to be completed in record time. She had returned a day earlier, stepping into her house - more than ready to just fall down on her bed and pass out right there and then.
Something had stopped her in the entranceway. A banging. Loud, echoing moans. Thump, thump, on and on it went.
She remembered flushing - thinking that her parents were… well, you know. But-
“Hold on a second, guys.” Naruto said. “I’ve got to take a piss - don’t wait, just keep going, I’ll be back in a minute.”
Those words had given her pause. For the thumping, the ruckus upstairs had continued on - even as she heard the distant sounds of her father going to the bathroom. What the hell was going on? She was an Uzumaki - and an insatiable curiosity came along with that family name. She had to know. She waited until her father had gone back into the master bedroom - and then, she made her move.
In any other situation, they would have noticed her immediately. But, caught in the throes of passion, her presence went unnoticed as she crept up to the door of the master bedroom, slowly easing it open.
And there it was. Her deepest darkest dreams - only the subject being her mother, rather than Himawari herself.
Sasuke on top of her mother, with what had to be the longest cock in the world - she had taken more than her fair share of dirty magazines from Boruto’s room - sliding in and out of her. Naruto was beside them, seated on a chair, a crazed grin on his face as he watched his wife get pounded.
Himawari felt her knees grow weak.
‘Uncle Sasuke and… kaa-san?” she had thought. Her mind screamed at her to turn away - but she couldn’t. For a good moment, she had sat there and watched, watched as her mother received the pounding of a lifetime, Sasuke’s enormous cock molding her insides to the shape of it.
Eventually, she tore herself away, panties soaking wet, having to use the wall as a support to slip into her room. But, the damage had been done.
For… Himawari thought, if Sasuke was willing to do that with her mother… what was to stop him from doing it with her?
And thus, a flame was lit.
For Himawari was not only half-Uzumaki, but she was half-Hyuga as well. One of the heirs to the two most tenacious clans in the Elemental nations. And by her will, Uzumaki Himawari would get what she wanted.
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Twelve hours. Only twelve hours left to go.
Hinata bent down, pressing a chaste kiss to her husband’s cheek. “Hard at work, baby?” she asked, a hand running up and down his back soothingly.
“Like you wouldn’t believe,” Naruto murmured. “Fuck - I swear, if I have to deal with another damn crisis today, I’m going to snap.”
Hinata smiled sweetly. “You’ll be alright.” she said.
She may look calm and serene on the outside, but on the inside, Uzumaki Hinata was going crazy. And no, it wasn’t from her ever present cock withdrawal symptoms - although that was still prevalent. It was from guilt. Sheer guilt, unlike anything she’d ever experienced in her life.
Naruto… she had cheated on him.
It was one thing, to organize a little ‘session’ between her and Sasuke when he was aware of what was going on, when he was there to watch them fornicate.
But… that wasn’t what happened. She had appeared on his doorstep with some flimsy excuse of ‘returning his cloak’, and had right there and then, begged him to fuck her. And he had. Oh, he had. He had been gentle as she had asked, but so intense, so brutal with his love making that she was surprised that there were no stretch marks running along his stomach from when he had fucked her.
She was pathetic. She’d given into her lust, and had run into the arms of another man - like… like some kind of w-whore.
Hinata wanted to tell him. But Sasuke-kun had made her promise… and she couldn’t imagine what Naruto would think if he knew what had happened.
Maybe… maybe it was best for her to keep her mouth shut.
Eleven hours, fifty five minutes.
Here she was… at her husband’s side, watching him gloss over mounds of paperwork. And all she could think about was the enormous cock of another man.
… eleven hours, fifty four minutes.
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When Sasuke came home, his routine was pretty much always like clockwork.
Only this time, he was limping slightly. Sakura had cornered him, pulled him into an empty hospital room and - well, you can figure out what happened next. And then, Naruto had cornered him as well, dragged to his home, and had basically thrown him headlong into his wife’s naked body.
Needless to say, he was rather sore. He was sure Sakura had wanted to go another round… or three, but she had been called out for an important surgery, and had merely left him with a promise of a wild fuck session when they saw each other again.
Anyways, back to his routine. He stepped into his house, closed the door behind him, took off his cloak. He lounged around for a bit, grabbing a drink of water from the tap, or reading a book for a bit - but he was tired, and honestly, he just wanted to sleep.
He stalked up the stairs, opened the door to the master bedroom… and flicked on the light.
And a half naked, eighteen year old Uzumaki Himawari awaited him - clad in lingerie, posed in a lewd manner on his bed.
Sasuke opened his mouth to say something, before closing it. Once more it opened, only to close a second time.
“Him- Himawari.” he said after a moment. “What the fuck?”
“Hello, Uncle Sasuke…” Himawari purred, a grin on her face. “I’ve been waiting for you, ever since I heard you got home.” She slinked off the bed, almost like a cat, her hips swaying from side to side as she approached Sasuke.
“This is…” He took a step back. “This is crazy. I’m putting an end to this.” Sasuke made to turn - before a gentle hand on his shoulder. He looked down, and despite the fact that Himawari at least two and a half heads shorter than him, he couldn’t help the chill that ran down his spine as he stared into her eyes.
“What’s wrong, Uncle Sasuke?” she asked, her grin only widening. “Is there a problem? I mean… you didn’t have any problem doing this with kaa-san…”
He froze. “You know about that…?” Sasuke murmured, his voice hardly above a whisper.
Himawari nodded.
‘Fuck!’ Sasuke roared in his head. ‘I fucking knew I should have told Naruto to shove it! Son of a bitch!’
What… what could he do? He wasn’t about to genjutsu his ‘niece’ into forgetting what she had learned. He wasn’t about to force her into keeping their filthy, dirty little secret. He was… fucked. Or Himawari was about to be, literally. Oh kami.
“Fine…” Sasuke ground out. “As long as you… as long as you keep your mouth shut, I’ll do whatever you say, Himawari.” To be blackmailed by someone half his age… he really must have lost his touch.
“Sweet!” Himawari chirped, as if she hadn’t just blackmailed one of the most powerful shinobi to have ever existed. “So… let’s get rid of these pesky clothes, shall we?”
Sasuke grumbled something incoherent under his breath, before peeling off his shirt and trousers - leaving him standing in a dark green pair of boxers.
Himawari almost salivated at the sight of the bulge in his undergarments.
She felt so… giddy. Practically bouncing on the balls of her feet, she crawled onto the bed. Sasuke sighed, before following her.
Himawari clapped her hands together. “Okay!” she announced. With a tug, she pulled her panties off, revealing her glistening folds. “Let’s do this, Uncle Sasuke!” She laid herself on her back, spreading her legs nice and wide, the young adult trying her best to give her idol a sufficient ‘come hither’ look.
Sasuke… had a bit of a dilemma.
He knew that she was a virgin - that much was obvious by the way she carried herself. He had two roads he could go down… he could get this over with as quickly as possible, or he could try and make her first time as enjoyable as possible.
It was difficult, because even if she was a horny, conniving, blackmailing little bastard, Himawari was still his niece, and he loved her. He… fuck. He wasn’t stupid. He knew that she had been crushing on him - but he had expected her to get over it eventually. Not once would he ever have imagined it would escalate to this.
Sasuke took a deep breath. One might find him crazy, for feeling a little disturbed about the prospect of taking a beautiful woman’s virginity, but considering she was - a. Half his age, and b. His best friend’s daughter, Sasuke felt like he had the right to be disturbed.
It didn’t matter. There was no going back now.
With one soft movement, he removed his boxers, his flaccid member flopping down his thigh. Himawari gaped at it - it’d been one thing to see it from a distance, through a crack in a door… but up close, it was a whole different beast. And it wasn’t even hard yet…
Fortunately, that wasn’t a problem for long. Despite Sasuke’s obvious reluctance, Himawari was admittedly very beautiful - and soon his erection was poking against her thigh, smearing bits of precum across her creamy skin.
“This might hurt a bit,” he grumbled to her as a warning. Sasuke gripped the base of his enormous member, soon pressing it up against Himawari’s sopping wet folds.
“Oh…!”
With a soft thrust… he slid inside.
Himawari jolted, almost as if she was being shocked. The sensation of him entering her… it was so… strange. It almost felt as if someone was stabbing her, and yet at the same time, it didn’t. It was difficult to describe with words. There was a stinging sensation, a stretching feeling inside of her loins - and yet… hints of pleasure.
Sasuke grit his teeth. She was tight, tighter than Sakura had been when he had taken her virginity, tighter than Hinata the first time she’d had a real cock inside of her. It felt as if he was trying to drill his cock into a brick wall, and yet he pushed on, both pleasure and the looming threat of Himawari spilling his, Hinata, and Naruto’s secret keeping him going.
“F-fuck…” Himawari whispered. “You’re-” She arched her back, a moaning escaping her lips. “You’re so big, Uncle Sasuke.”
He smiled slightly. She looked… cute, at least, as cute as one could be when they were impaled on his massive cock. Her face was soft, her eyes softer still, her body looking so small and fragile compared to Sasuke’s muscled and burly form.
Sasuke reached about the one-third mark inside of her, before he stilled. Slowly, cautiously, he pulled out, until just the tip was left inside of her. And then, he rammed back into her once more, stopping at the one-third mark.
Himawari gasped. “Oh!” she said, shivering.
The stinging was fading. And it was replaced by… by pleasure. The kind she could never have imagined, so potent and so intense that stars danced in front of her eyes every time he thrust inside of her.
His hands gripped her hips tightly, as Sasuke forced himself in and out of her incredibly hot and wet cunt. One thrust, two, she could hardly breathe he was so deep, so big inside of her. A nudge of her G-spot, and she came, throwing her head back and screaming her pleasure to the world, thrashing at the sheets at her sides.
‘Well,’ Sasuke thought. ‘I suppose I can make this quick, and make her first time memorable.’
He shifted his grip to her buttocks, and began to angle his thrusts. Now, every thrust smashed against her G-spot, Sasuke wasting no time in pummeling her depths, his massive cock sliding in and out of her cunt like a jackhammer. And the result was…
… euphoria. Nirvana. Heaven. Where was she? Oh… yeah. Impaled on the massive cock of Uchiha Sasuke… happy… serene… where she belonged…
“Oh… shit.” Sasuke grumbled.
Something he hadn’t anticipated - maybe going a little overboard when she was still adjusting… and maybe sort of accidentally causing her to pass out, a slutty grin on her face, tongue lolling out of her mouth.
He pinched her cheek, only to rouse no reaction from Himawari.
Sasuke ran a hand through his hair. He hadn’t even cum, his cock still inside of her, hard and throbbing - although he wasn’t willing to use her as a mere cock sleeve to get himself off. Not yet at least.
He sighed. “Sakura won’t be home until tomorrow,” Sasuke mumbled. “But either way, you’re sleeping on the couch, kiddo.”
Sasuke unsheathed himself, before scooping Himawari up, carrying her bridal style. His still erect cock bobbing with every step, he stepped out of the master bedroom, quickly disappearing around the corner.
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