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The Lone Traveler	By : BigE2955 Category: Naruto Crossovers > General Views: 49274 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Nami stewed silently in her seat, and stared at the mug in front of her as if it had wronged her. Zoro, Luffy… neither of them seemed to pick up that anything was amiss. They were still engaged in conversation, talking as loudly as seemed humanly possible.

She was the first one to see Robin, since she was positioned in a way to see the hallway where her raven haired friend was coming down. She seemed… bright and happy--a sort of glow and radiance to her skin that would suggest that she and Sasuke had finished in a spectacular way.

‘His… essence is probably inside of her.’ Nami thought bitterly. ‘That filth--thinking he can defile Robin’s body like that! He’ll pay, I’ll make sure of it.’

Still, it wasn’t like she could just announce the truth to the table. What would her justification be? Only Luffy’s gut feelings were counted as gospel at the table--and for all intents and purposes, it would be her word versus Robin’s; without any exterior signs of her being bewitched, Nami knew she wouldn’t make any headway by taking that particular route.

Already, she had steeled herself for… for, well, the most plausible route. A tape recorder slipped into her boot was all she needed. Nami was more than sure that she could seduce Sasuke… and it would be no problem at all for her to wring out the truth from him. It wasn’t the first time she had managed to extract information from a man using her amazing body. This was the first time she felt forced to do so, however.

The other times… well, she had an option. There were other ways to go about things--but Nami chose the safest route, which involved using her ass and tits as leverage. This time, there was no other choice that had even a slight chance of working, at least not one that Nami could think of.

She gripped her knees beneath the table. Robin had once again joined them, and already the conversation had picked up once more. Nami bit her lip, and averted her gaze from the others. ‘I can’t let them know something’s wrong.’ Nami thought. ‘I have to do this alone… the others… they won’t believe me until I have him dead to rights.”

And so, Nami forced a smile onto her face.

She laughed and grinned at the appropriate times, and she tried to act as if nothing was wrong--she tried to act as if Robin, the woman she considered a sister at times, didn’t have a womb full of hot cum. She tried to act as if the man who had defiled her body wasn’t in a room in this very ship. Worst of all… she tried not to think about the fact that he had defiled Robin’s body many, many more times than just tonight.

Thankfully, it was only a short hour and a half later before they all retired to bed.

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Sasuke felt better the next morning.

A lot better in fact--as if injecting a load into his wife’s womb was equivalent to an elixir of life. He could stand without those crutches, though his footing was still rather shaky.

More importantly, his strength seemed to return, and it flooded his veins. It was a far cry from his one hundred percent power--but more than enough for… some things.

Now, when you were on a ship, you had to seek opportunities when you could. So…

“Argh…” Sasuke groaned, as he shoved his length into Robin’s greedy snatch without further ado. His legs and arms stung from having to support her weight, but the pleasure far outweighed anything else in his humble opinion. He held her against the wall with ease, her pants pooled around her ankles, her panties slide to the side.

She had one of her hands clamped across her own mouth. They had to be quiet--there was no party to cover up their noises this time, and both of them knew that she was a screamer when they got going.

He pumped himself in and out of her. “Damn… damn, I can’t believe I almost forgot how this felt.” Sasuke murmured. Robin gave him a muffled groan of agreement. Her chest heaved up and down--Sasuke tipped his head forward, and buried his head into her bust. He inhaled that overwhelming scent of hers, overcome by… her. The feel of her slit pulsing around his shaft, her body pressed against his, those little moans she would squeak out through her fingers. It was all so intoxicating, and Sasuke just couldn’t get enough.

A quickie was a quickie, and Sasuke didn’t take his sweet time. He found her G-spot, and ground his length into it--he pushed and he pushed. She wasn’t ready to reach her orgasm, yet Sasuke forced her to have it anyway… and she did. Her moan was much louder this time, and she had to clamp her other hand over her mouth to contain her pleasure.

He cursed, and allowed whatever restraint he had on his body to go. Without a leash, his cock seemed to be outdone by Robin’s impossibly tight cunt--and it was less than thirty seconds later when he reached his peak. A fat wad of cum exploded from the tip of his member, and speared into Robin… followed by another, and another. His loads hadn’t diminished in the slightest, and Sasuke kept himself pumping even as Robin shook and shook against him.

Finally, he was done. Less than five minutes had passed since they had started--and both were basking in that warm afterglow. It was nothing compared to what they experienced after a nice hour long session… but again, you had to take what you could get.

Sasuke let her down, and she landed on legs that were like goo. Robin let out a strange sort of chuckle as she felt his cum began to leak out of her.

“That’s a feeling I missed.” she said fondly. Before his unexpected departure from his original world, it was only once in a blue moon when Sasuke allowed Robin to go more than eight hours without a sloppy load sloshing down her thigh. Two weeks or so without it had been an unheard of experience… and it was one she didn’t want to live through again. Ever.

Robin leaned forward, and pulled him into a kiss. He ended up with her pressed up against the wall again… but he managed to stop himself--despite the fact that he was already hard again.

“You know we don’t have time.” Sasuke said, speedily tucking his member back into his pants.

She sighed. “I know…” Robin murmured. With two fingers, she scooped up the fluids that had leaked down her thigh--and spooned them into her mouth. Once those were taken care of, she fixed her panties, then jerked her pants back up. It took only a minute longer to readjust her shirt and push her hair out of her eyes, but once again Robin looked completely flawless. Sasuke still couldn’t comprehend how she managed to do it.

“One day down,” Sasuke murmured. “Thirteen to go.”

“Hmm?” Robin said.

“Last time, it took about two weeks for my rinnegan to recharge.” Sasuke explained quietly. “I… I probably did something wrong with the jutsu last time. So, I’m going to do it right this time--and that means I have only around thirteen days before I’m home.”

“I see.” Robin said. She leaned up, and kissed him on the cheek. “I can’t wait… I’d forgotten how uncomfortable the beds on this world can be compared to the beds back home.”

Sasuke shook his head slightly. “I was more concerned about… well, the lack of tomatoes.” He pursed his lips together. “What kind of barbaric society doesn’t have them?”

“I think you should be worried about your wives, too.” Robin said, grinning slightly.

He smirked. “I’ll deal with them when I get him.” Sasuke said offhandedly.

Not that he could deny the ache in his heart every moment he was away from them--but he didn’t want to get any more ‘Naruko-like’ on the outside than he had to, and sharing his feelings was a step on the road to that.

“Alright.” Robin said. She gave him one last kiss on the cheek--then, went off to the restroom to properly clean off. Sasuke sighed… and decided to head back to the sick bay, to get some more rest.

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On the other side of the ship, Nami was decidedly anxious.

In a way, this was turning a new leaf for her. The men she had seduced before had been rakes and pirates, people would that would out their pockets and souls for a bare pair of tits. They had been easy, easier than anything else that Nami had done in this world of thievery.

She let out a long sigh. With careful movements, Nami pulled a shirt on--the soft, blue material hiding the silky lingerie she was clad in from sight. A pair of tight shorts was next; she took a moment to turn and examine herself in the mirror, and adjusted the shorts until it hugged her ass in just that perfect way.

It had been ages since she’d… purposefully dressed like this. One might assume that her bikini straps and skirts were there just to allure the men on her crew and others… but really, they were just the clothing she was most comfortable in.

She swallowed.

It was time.

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There was a knock.

He glanced up from the book he had been reading--something Robin had scavenged for him, on whatever this world’s ‘Marines’ were.

Sasuke let out a soft groan as he swung his feet off of the bed. “Come in.” he grumbled--not knowing why they had bothered to knock. Sure, he had effectively made the sickbay his temporary home, but it wasn’t as if they were going to catch him with his pants down.

Unless he was with Robin, that is. Then, there were no guarantees.

The door creaked open, and he caught a glimpse of shockingly orange hair. His first instinct was to think of Naruko--even if her hair was blonde not orange--but his brain caught up a second later, and he realized who it was.

“Nami.” he said. “What are you doing here?”

She was silent, and that sent alarm bells ringing in Sasuke’s head. Nami shut the door behind her, and locked it. It became obvious to him that she had prepared for this--for she slipped a piece of obsidian colored paper over the porthole, therefore preventing anyone from looking inside the room.

Nami swallowed.

She shifted her foot slightly, so that she could feel the tape record press against the side of her ankle--safely hidden within her boot.

The practically rehearsed words fell out of her mouth.

“Do you know how long it’s been since I’ve had a real man?” Nami purred, and she took a step forward, her hips swinging from side to side tantalizingly.

“What?” Sasuke said.

To be honest, he had been under the impression that she… just wasn’t into him. She hadn’t even glanced his way in the methods that his former (now wives) and current fangirls would. If anything, she had merely looked at him with casual interest, but nothing more.

But here she was…

God damn, it was as if his life was cut straight out of a porno film. And to be honest, he fucking loved it that way.

“There’s Zoro and Luffy, Franky and Sanji… but they’re all practically my brothers; my crew mates, people I can’t really look at and feel attracted to.” Nami continued, unabashed. “But I can’t sleep with them and have everything remain the same. Fingers can only do so much, Sasuke…”

She advanced upon him...

… and slid into his lap, so that he could feel her heavenly curves pressed against him. Her hot breath cascading against his face, her arms wrapped around his chest.

“To think about my luck. That this stallion of a man would fall right onto our ship--and I know you’re more than willing to accomodate my needs, aren’t you, Sasuke?”

It would be lying to say that he wasn’t willing. Fuck, he was already hard--and Nami blanched ever so slightly upon feeling the size and thickness of his girth, even through the layers of cloth that separated them.

“What do you say, Sasuke?” Nami whispered. She pressed her chest to his, and put her mouth right beside her ear. The warm and soft cushion of her bosom seemed to border on downright god-like. Were all the women in this universe just sex goddesses of unmatchable proportions?

Sasuke chuckled. “What the hell do you think my response is?” he said.

Nami smirked. “I hoped you were going to say that…” she murmured.

Gently, she eased herself out of his lap, and instead took her place on her knees before him. Nami nudged his legs apart, and hooked her fingers into the waistband of his pants.

She pulled them down.

The smell hit her. Thick and pungent, and so overwhelmingly manly--as if she were inhaling the scent of a men’s locker room; and all of it was coming from a single man.

She pulled down his boxers.

His… thing flopped out.

Nami didn’t bat an eye.

Was it the longest cock she’d ever seen? Easily.

Was it the thickest cock she had ever seen? By over an inch.

But it was just a cock. A really, really big cock… but just a cock; and Nami was more than confident in her ability to take it. Mostly. She really hoped that her pussy was up for a nice stretching at the very least.

Nami audibly gulped, and Sasuke smirked.

She wrapped her hands around the base of it, both of them, her fingers encircling around the massive trunk of meat. Nami leaned forward and took a good lick at the tip--and shuddered.

“It tastes pretty good…” she whispered.

Another lick. Her tongue collected the precum that had gathered on the tip, and she let it sit in her mouth for a moment. That taste--the perfect mix of bitter and sweet, so musky and so thick that she’d almost mistaken his precum for a normal man’s load. Well, a normal man’s load that tasted like the finest ale she’d ever drank.

Suddenly, she felt hungrier than she had in a long, long time.

Another lick, then a fourth and a half. She opened her mouth, puckered her lips, and took his length into her mouth. Sasuke let out a groan, and Nami’s chest swelled with pride.

Wait… pride for what? Of course she was going to have this man in the palm of her hand. Of course.

Damn did he taste good, though--like… really good. She couldn’t get over that particular taste, that Sasuke brand that seemed stamped in her taste buds. Briefly, Nami wondered if he had bewitched Robin through the taste of his cum… but she dismissed it.

It wasn’t that good. It was just better than anything she had, or would ever, taste in her life.

Her tongue swirled around the shaft. She wasn’t quite as elegant compared to Robin, but Nami held her own sort of grace when it came to blowjobs. She was… well, she was consistent. There was no lull--she didn’t take an instant to breathe or rest; she continued to soldier on, and eased more and more of his fat cock into the depths of her mouth.

Sasuke let out a sigh. It really was a lovely sight, to see a woman down on her knees before him, so content with taking his vast member between their soft lips. It wasn’t exactly submissive--he’d gotten blowjobs from Anko that had left him practically whimpering--but it was certainly a very passionate act. To give so much pleasure without getting any yourself… it was an entirely different thing from typical sex.

She bobbed her head up and down. Her hands continued to pump him at the base of his shaft, and slowly yet surely, his shaft began to glisten with her saliva. She was going to need that pseudo-lubricant; Nami wasn’t interested in being torn in half when her only goal was to extract a confession from him.

Really, she had been hoping beyond hope that she could wittle him down with just a blowjob; but clearly that wasn’t going to be the case. For fuck’s sake, she had used all of her numerous skills, and he hadn’t even cum yet. It didn’t even feel like he was close!

She tried one last time. Nami used a single hand to stroke the base of his shaft, while she used her other to cup and tease his balls. Her tongue went on overdrive, and she pushed herself. It took some effort, but she managed to take as much of his cock as possible while still allowing herself room to stroke and tease him.

“Fuck.” Sasuke let out a moan, and his shaft throbbed painfully in her mouth.

But it wasn’t enough.

He wasn’t ready to give in yet, and even all of Nami’s efforts was for naught when it came to drawing out a load of hot white cum.

She gave a grunt of defeat, and with obvious reluctance retreated off of his cock. Her lips dripping saliva and precum, and that musky scent that had invaded her nose just wouldn’t go away.

Nami eased herself onto her feet. Fuck, she was wet--she could feel it seeping through her panties and shorts, down her thighs and legs. ‘It’s just a natural reaction.’ Nami told herself. ‘It’s been so long that any man could get me aroused.’

She shrugged off her shirt. A black bra encased her breasts, silky and smooth, and it seemed as if the straps were straining against the sheer size of her tits.

Her shorts came off next. Her wetness was evident, and the pungent smell of her arousal hit Sasuke full force.

Nami held her breath for a moment. The point of lingerie ways to entice a man--but she didn’t quite like that look in Sasuke’s eye… of hunger, of possessiveness; and she especially didn’t like the fact that she enjoyed seeing that look far more than she was willing to admit.

With a soft snap, her bra came off. Sasuke had to resist the temptation to lick his lips as her lovely breasts came into view--there was nothing like the sight of a nice pair of tits to brighten up your day. She dragged her underwear down.

Completely and totally naked in front of him--aside from her boots--Nami couldn’t help but flush slightly. His precum still smeared her lips, and the gentle tap tap tap of her juices falling onto the floor left no doubt as to the fact that they were both into the act.

Sasuke shrugged off his shirt almost carelessly, though he did wince slightly. He felt much better, but he wasn’t entirely a hundred percent quite yet.

Nami gulped.

She advanced upon him again, pressed her hands into his chest, and coerced him to lay down with little more than a pointed look. Sasuke did so--his member pointing straight upwards, looking red and almost angry, still slathered in her saliva.

Nami slid into his lap for a second time, and wasted no effort. She turned so that her back was to him, her luscious and plump ass hovering over his member--her dripping pussy lips seeming to stretch and long for a hard cock to fill and stretch them.

She eased herself down… slowly… tantalizingly… biting her lip as she felt her pussy make contact with the tip of his member. Nami groaned as he entered her; it wasn’t until after two inches of cock was inside of her before she paused for even a moment.

He heard her audibly swallow. She gripped the end of the bed as tightly as she could, and then slammed herself down--not allowing herself to stop until her firm ass was pressed against his thighs. Sasuke moaned; the warm embrace of her pussy was overwhelming, and that strange sensation as if her walls were rippling around him was so damned intoxicating. He placed his hands on her hips, shifting her from side to side slightly, allowing himself another groan as his cock continued to punch deep into her twat.

Nami’s breathing was rather haggard. Damn damn damn, he was deeper than she could have envisioned--was there even that much room in her pussy?

She took a deep breath.

“So… are you ready?”

Sasuke frowned. “Ready for wha- oh…..”

She’d lifted her hips up, and slammed them back down all the way. One of the benefits of being so well endowed was the sheer number of nerve endings he had--and with all of his inches buried inside of her excruciatingly tight cunt, Sasuke felt as if his mind was going haywire. He was still in control, though, well… enough that he could end this at any time if he wanted.

Nami chose the worst possible time to spring her trap.

“I said… are you ready to tell me the truth?”

Up and down, up and down. It was a smooth rhythm that had felled many a man--and combined with her casting sultry looks back at him, and her pussy constricting around his member… well, if Sasuke had been an ordinary man, his load would have been buried inside of her womb thrice times over by now.

But he wasn’t an ordinary man, and that went double when it came to the bedroom. No ordinary man could keep two dozen wives satisfied sexually while still managing to find new pseudo-concubines and women to fuck.

“The truth about what?”

His voice was remarkably calm. Nami normally would have noticed, but over a foot of cock being quashed inside of her wasn’t exactly making her think logically.

“What you did to Robin.” Nami continued. Her face was flushed, screwed up in pleasure and guilt because she shouldn’t be feeling this good with someone who had bewitched her friend. “How you’ve… tricked her! I know what you did. Just tell me!”

“What?” Sasuke said. “You think that I-”

“I know it, I just… I know it!” Nami said, face red with anger… and arousal as well. “Robin wouldn’t sleep with a man. She wouldn’t be… attracted to one--she’s practically a lesbian for Roger’s sake! So confess your false deeds!”

Sasuke sighed, and shook his head for a moment.

He reached up and grasped Nami’s shoulder. Sasuke pulled her back, her stomach-up onto the bed; and with skill and experience she could only dream of, he straddled her. He hadn’t even unsheathed himself from her snatch.

Nami stared up at him in awe. This position… fuck, this position was almost surreal. He was so deep--and now that he was totally in control of the proceedings, it suddenly dawned on her just how outclassed she truly was.

“So… you thought that I had bewitched Robin.” Sasuke said, his voice even--his shaft continued to throb inside of her, and every pulse would make her twitch and shudder and buck her hips in loathing. “You asked me to make a confession, and I figure you’re smart enough to know that you would need it recording.”

The most obvious place was inside of her boots--which she had consciously left on, even after having stripped everything off of her curvaceous frame. It took Sasuke less than ten seconds to find the tape recorder, and he slipped out of her boot.

He pressed the stop button. He pressed the delete button. Then, he pressed the start button.

“I’m going to show you exactly what I ‘did’ to Robin.” Sasuke said. “She loves me for me, and I love her for her--but the crux of any good relationship is a healthy sex life, and trust me… Robin and I are very healthy and active in that department.”

He smirked and set the tape recorder down by Nami’s ear.

Sasuke grasped Nami’s breasts, and even his large hands were dwarfed by the sheer size of them. The fact that women could even walk around with a set of these things always astounded him--some of his wives, most a few of them (especially Tsunade) could really wow him with the way they sprung their vast mammaries on him at the most opportune times. Hinata was especially a favorite for that… titjobs were her specialty, and her breasts looked absolutely splendid covered with a load of his jizz.

“Ah…” Sasuke let out a languid little groan, and then he began to pump inside of her; slowly yet resolutely, he rolled his hips and squeezed her breasts, he made sure to make Nami feel things that only a wife of Uchiha Sasuke could feel.

“W-what are you doing?” Nami panted, her chest heaving, her pussy overflowing with juices and arousal. She was so hot, so damned hot--never before had a man taken control in the bedroom, never before had she been forced onto her back and taken like a bitch.

“I told you that I would show you exactly what I ‘did’ to Robin.” Sasuke said, and his tone was slightly mocking. “This is what I did Nami; I fucked her--and the funny thing is, she was the one who asked me. She crawled into my bed, asked for a nice load, and I more than gave it to her… I gave it to her again and again, I gave it to her in front of my other wives, I gave it to her when she asked for it…” He took a breath, and there was a twisted grin on his face. “I gave it to her on her wedding night, too. I made her scream, and beg, and tell me just how much she loved me, Nami. Does that sound like someone being bewitched to you?”

“M-married?”

“That’s right.” Sasuke said. “Not only did you accuse Robin’s husband of deceiving and ‘bewitching’ her, but you stripped him down and started fucking him too.” He continued to thrust in her all, keeping a steady pace, all the way through his monologue. “Don’t worry about it--Robin knows she can’t satisfy me alone; and I’ll be more than happy to have you around for the next two weeks.”

Her lip wobbled. Nami opened her mouth to say something, but a moan came out instead. She turned her head as Sasuke picked up his thrusts, and continued to moan. Right into the tape recorder, so that her submission could be forever embedded into the device’s memory banks.

“Fuck!” she rasped. “Oh sweet mother of… oh… oh… how are you so big?”

“I’ve heard that before.” Sasuke said fondly. “Actually, I think Robin’s said it… once or twice… or a dozen times.” He chuckled. “It all blends together after a while. ‘You’re so big, Sasuke.’ ‘You’re breaking me, Sasuke.’ ‘You’ve ruined me for any other man, Sasuke.”

His thrusts were fast and harsh now--the bed squeaked and creaked beneath the weight of his assault. Her breasts flopped all about, and the thick schluks of her pussy being maintained filled the room. His cock seemed almost like a drug for her, and the sounds of her pussy squealing showed just how unused she was to this new addiction.

It was a pity, really. There was a threshold--he couldn’t quite get the last few inches of his cock inside of her. “Don’t worry about it,” he said, despite the fact that she had no idea what he was talking about. “I can work you over whenever we have time. There’s no point in letting a pussy go to waste, and I’m sure a tramp with a body like yours could use a good stretching.”

“Please-!” she moaned. “Please, no more! I can’t take it!”

“I’m almost done.” Sasuke said. “That was a nice blowjob earlier--and I’m not a machine you know.” Not that any other word could properly describe him--for a man who could go through a dozen wives an hour, Sasuke certainly seemed almost mechanical.

He let out a grunt, and filled her up with his sticky cum.

She bucked, moaned, and shuddered. Her womb was near instantaneously hosed down with his seed. The idea of her cervix, her pussy, her anything being able to withstand anything he threw at it was near laughable. She was like putty in his hands, a nice cum dump for Sasuke to work out a load into while Robin was busy getting reacquainted with her old crew.

Now, he didn’t dump his entire load inside of her.

Sasuke was a vindictive bastard, and he’d be damned if he didn’t claim his new territory as thoroughly as possible. When his climax began to wean down, he pulled out--one jet of hot cum fired across her belly, the other across her breasts, and then the rest plastered against her awaiting face. He stroked himself with a smirk on his face, Nami unable to do anything but sit there as he bathed her features in cum.

She was totally exhausted, and it showed. Her body felt raw from the numerous orgasms he had put her through--to the point where she had lost count. She continued to pant and dry heave into the tape recorder’s microphone, unable to stop herself from doing so.

Sasuke calmly flipped her over.

He spread open her ass cheeks, and slid himself inside of her puckered hole without even a pause for her to rest.

Nami groaned.

The next twenty minutes can be described in only a few words--Sasuke fucked her hard, Sasuke fucked her good, Sasuke made her asshole turn almost inside out with the ferocity of his thrusts. She stood no chance, and despite the fact that this wasn’t her first time doing anal, Nami felt as if her puckered hole would be forever stretched and made to gape by his fat cock.

Nami whimpered after those twenty minutes had passed, for Sasuke had reached his climax again and decided to use this one to fill her bowels to the brim with hot cum.

He pulled out, and fired a few jets of jizz across her bare ass and back.

Sasuke flipped her over again.

He was still hard.

She stared, cross eyed at his shaft.

“H-how?” she whispered.

Sasuke smirked. “Open wide,” he said, and advanced upon her with a smirk on his face.

This man was too much for her.

For the first time in a while, Nami felt truly intimidated by someone.

And for the first time in her life, Nami felt complete.

And the tape recorder merely continued to save every single sound of what had happened.

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