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The Lone Traveler	By : BigE2955 Category: Naruto Crossovers > General Views: 49274 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Another chapter of Traveler, and this one is going to wrap up the One Piece arc--well, at least the first time we visit One Piece ;).
Enjoy!
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Was this what it was like to be reborn?
What a strange and lewd thought: to be reborn by a cock of all things. If you had asked the Nami of twelve hours ago what being ‘reborn by cock’ meant, she would have scoffed and called you an idiot. If you asked the Nami of right here and now on the other hand, well, the answer might be a little different.
He was so attentive, to every little need her body had.
He left no part of her untouched or ungraced by his lips or hands; her luscious breasts, her wide hips, her slim stomach, the expanse of creamy skin on her neck. And that went without mentioning the way he twisted and shoved his cock inside of her--he left no inch of her pussy untamed, unconquered: he made her yearn for the smallest of touchest, he made her moan with the lightest thrust, and beg for more when he pulled even a millimeter out of cock.
She was so kicked, so broken, so beaten down that the only resistance she offered was when he thrusted a little too hard into her sore pussy.
Now, he was still.
He had softened inside of her, but he was still so big--fuck he was so big, because even soft he dwarfed any other partner she’d ever had by a considerable margin. The fit inside of her was so snug, though, as if she had been made for his cock, as if the creators had sculpted her pussy for the explicit purpose of being fucked by a man from another world.
Sasuke was content to relax for a short while, to gently nibble at her neck and to wiggle his hips and keep her squirming and wanting for more.
The door knob turned, and Sasuke caught a glance of gleaming black hair before it closed once again. Robin stared down at him, as a disapproving mother might at her son who she’d found sticking his hand into a cookie jar.
“I thought we agreed that you couldn’t-”
“She came after me,” Sasuke said, and he looked at Nami. “Isn’t that right?”
She gave a hoarse little moan, the sound of a cum slut that would sooner spit on their ancestor’s grave than say ‘no’ to the man who had tamed them. It wasn’t something that would hold up in a court of law, but Robin had no choice but to accept it.
If you’re wondering--yes, a few of his wives had made rules against… well… fucking every woman in sight and bringing even more women into the fold. He’d done good--all he had were a few cum sluts that he used to get himself off on the road when he stopped at specific towns--but he just wasn’t the type of person who could hold himself back when it came to being surrounded by gaggles of beautiful women.
Luckily for him, Erza hadn’t been one of the few to support those paltry ‘rules’. And even more fortunately, the only girl for miles in Robin’s world had thrown herself onto a silver platter for him. So all was well, at least so he thought.
“I see,” Robin said, and she left it at that. The black haired beauty sat on the side of the bed, a fond look in her eyes--it was just like old times, walking in on her stud servicing one of his many women. Back home, it could have been any of them: Naruko, Sakura, Temari or Yugao. Here it seemed, that role would be relegated to Nami alone--lucky her.
Nami did look happy though, coiled around her man, every inch and curve of her body pressed against Sasuke as if she were trying to chemically bond and become a single entity with him. There was this little smile on her face, one of tranquility, one of knowing that she had found her calling in life--and that was to be a notch on Sasuke’s belt. What a happy life to live, she thought, her womb swollen with jizz, her face coated in the dried substance and her body thoroughly conquered by her man.
"I love you," Nami whimpered, lips red and bruised, her face crimson with pleasure and arousal. "So much..."
Sasuke sighed, and he shook his head. The things you could make a woman say with a light application of cock--it was easy to make them spill every last bit of dignity, every little bit of honor, every single drop of pride, just so they could get a nice load in return.
To them, it was a fair trade. Was what honor, what was pride, what was dignity? It was nothing, absolutely nothing compared to the feeling of being full of being complete, of finally having something to worship like a god and to take care of them whenever they asked.
Nami yearned for him to grow hard inside of her, yet his attention wasn't on her anymore--it was on Robin.
"Everything alright?" Sasuke asked, and he placed a hand on top of Robin's thigh. It was so casual, so manly, the fact that he could have a woman literally begging for his cock beneath him and yet still be able to worry for his dear wife.
"It's fine," Robin said. "I'm still adjusting of course, but things seem to have settled down. You know, I didn't tell you this, but Nami did peek on us when we were making love."
"Oh?" Sasuke said.
"I suppose she wanted to give a taste of what she saw," Robin said, "not that I can blame her for that."
"I see," Sasuke said, and Nami couldn't help but notice how he remained quiet about the fact that the orange haired woman had accused Sasuke of bewitching and raping Robin. "Well, I suppose it all worked out in the end."
"The others might get a little jealous at this rate," Robin said slyly. "Especially Sanji, though I imagine he won't put up too much of a fuss so long as we keep things squarely in the bedroom."
Sasuke lifted up her hand, and nibbled at her fingers. "You know me," he said, "I don't like to keep things in the bedroom--I want everyone to know exactly who you're with."
Robin's smile grew. "I know you do sweetie," she said, "but can you do this just for me? I'd like the others to not know about just how far we go. Or that you've taken Nami as well--Luffy does have a fondness for her, and I imagine that he'd object to polygamy when it concerns someone he hardly knows."
"Maybe," Sasuke said. "What do you say, Nami?"
They looked down at her.
She was silent.
Sasuke wiggled his hips a little.
"Cooockk..." she rasped, eyes closed and lips fluttering.
"Hmm," Robin said, and her voice was teasing. "A good summary of the situation, if I do say so myself." She shook her head. "It's almost like with Hana and Tsume, especially when you get them going; all they go is 'cock cock cock' while they hog you like animals."
"What can I say?" Sasuke said. "I'd be damned if I turned down a duo of Inuzuka bitches."
Robin laughed. "You'd say that about any bitch," she said.
"Maybe I would," he murmured, "but it's not my fault that all of you are so damned sexy; it's not my fault that I can't help myself when you flaunt those curves and beg me to fuck you with those hungry eyes."
"I can't lie and say we don't ask for it half of the time," Robin said. "There was that time we had a conga line of sorts prepared for you, to help you recuperate after a mission."
"Ah, I remember," Sasuke said fondly. "Fifteen wet and dripping pussies, all lined up." He'd gone from Naruko to Temari, Konan to Tsume, and fucked each and everyone of them. Well over a dozen pussies creampied in a single night, and quite the cleanup in the morning--though it was worth it by far. "Good times," Sasuke said.
He shifted.
"I suppose we can put an end to the break," he said to Nami. The Uchiha slipped his flaccid member out of her folds--copious amounts of his seed followed, pouring down her thigh. "I think it's time we put these tits of yours to use."
He grasped either side of her massive breasts, and gently eased his cock in between them. A snug fit--and a few short thrusts brought him to that delightful hardness, where even Nami's vaunted breasts were seemingly dwarfed by his sheer length and girth.
Robin rubbed her thighs together, and sighed fondly. The things that cock had done to her and her many fellow wives... she was almost happy that Nami had gotten the opportunity to get a taste of it herself. Almost, because that meant that Robin had to share it, and she really had been looking forward to two weeks alone with her husband. Oh well.
Sasuke began to thrust into the valley of her thrusts, squeezing her breasts around his member to create a gripping sensation. "Fuck," Sasuke said, "these are the good kind--they aren't Tsunade or Mei's, but I'll be fucked if I'm going to complain." He was rough and irregular, there was no steady pace or even a hint of restraint. Some of his thrusts were short, others continued until the tip of his member hit her jaw and smeared precum across her skin.
“So, what’s the situation? Are we going to stop at an island or go back to see the rest of your crew?” Sasuke asked.
“They’ve decided to stick to their original plan,” Robin said, arms folded across her bosom. “The next island they planned to stop at is about a month away, so we’ll make our jump before we even see land.” She smirked. “I hope you like the sea, Sasuke, but you’re going to have to get used to it.”
He groaned, and half of it was from the fact that he did not like the sea and the other half was from the fact that he had his cock sandwiched between a pair of breasts that most men would kill to even look at.
“Well, at least I have you,” Sasuke said. “And Nami, I suppose.”
He continued to thrust into the valley of her breasts--warm, pillowy, clenched so tight around his cock by his firm grip on them that they almost felt like the embrace of her snatch. Almost; not quite, but the visual image more than made up for it.
Robin smiled.
She eased herself further onto the bed--and saddled up behind him, so that she could wrap her arms around his torso and nuzzle his cheek. “You’ll always have me,” she said, and he tilted his head to the side.
“I’ll hold you to that,” Sasuke said, and they kissed--tongues swirling, passion and electricity sparkling, and all the while he continued to pump his cock in and out of the tits of his newest cum slut, who moaned in a lost manner, practically comatose with all the pleasure thrown onto her body.
It wasn’t that long before Sasuke finally reached his peak.
A strange thing had developed with his wives, where he realized it didn’t matter how long he lasted--he could shoot his load off in twenty seconds, yet still manage to dish out enough pleasure and orgasms as to replicate a hour long fuck session with another man. In twenty seconds.
Not to mention he would more likely than naught be hard enough immediately afterwards; with all of his sexy, busty wives around how could he not? All it took was a few strokes, a good blowjob, or even a strip tease and whatever softness his orgasm brought would be eradicated.
There was no hesitation in Sasuke when he finally came. ‘Did I cum too fast?’ ‘Did I not last long enough?’ He had long progressed past those petty worries--because whether he lasted twenty seconds or an hour, his cum sluts would be sacrificed; and in this case, he had still lasted much longer than the average man.
Robin grinned as he groaned into her mouth.
His member twitched, and fired the first shot of searing hot cum--it splattered against Nami’s cheek, and she recoiled slightly. The second shot hit her directly on the nose, the third on her jaw; Sasuke withdrew back for the last bit, and the fourth shot coated a third of one of her lovely breasts. He jerked the rest of his orgasm out right onto her face, until the only reason she was recognizable was her orange hair.
“You know,” Sasuke decided, as he looked down at Nami’s cum-soaked face. “I think I’m going to enjoy the next few weeks.”
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Nami was a changed person.
Luckily enough, she was wise and still conscious enough to hide this new side of her from the others, but she was different nonetheless; trying to think otherwise would just be ignorant.
She had- she had these cravings. It wasn’t a simple hunger, but it was more of a bone-deep need to have Sasuke’s seed pumped into or onto her. She would scratch herself raw without it, she would lose her mind if she couldn’t spread her legs and take his lengthy cock into her poor little snatch.
An addiction seemed to understate just how far he had gone to claim her in a single night. It seemed an obsession, not a want but a need that she could never see disappearing, no matter if he left for a year or forever.
Nami was fortunate though--her well hung stud was a generous man indeed, and he had no qualms about sating her needs.
That first week was a wondrous one for Nami; perhaps the best week she’d ever had. Ever.
She spent her days finding new ways to sleep with her man, in new positions, in new fashions that would leave her mind whirling at the prospects of ruther pleasure.
And her nights, well…
There were only two girls on the ship; one was Sasuke’s wife, and the other had effectively been turned into his cum slut.
The male members of the crew were under the impression that he had merely taken shelter in the sick bay, and would be there for the duration of his stay; not that Sasuke or Robin had done anything to dissuade that assumption.
In reality, Sasuke spent his nights in the girl’s room--sandwiched on either side by two busty women, one of whom would stop at nothing to extract a load from him, and the other who would talk and caress his chest while the former went to work.
The night was often spent in passion: flushed faces, hoarse moans, wet slaps as Robin and Nami routinely reached completion while Sasuke alternated between the two. The bed would creak, the springs would sound as if they were on the verge of giving out--and by the end, he would have two satisfied women with pussies drooling cum down their legs.
And the day, well it would at least start off the same way.
Sasuke would feel soft fingers running through his hair: plump lips that ran down his neck, kissing him, nipping at his skin. Hands would roam across his biceps, his chest, his stomach. Meanwhile, there would be a pleasant sensation on the lower half of his body--pleasure would take a moment to register in his brain, but when it did it was wonderful; he would be able to feel those tiny hands jerking his member, the warm depths of her mouth encompassing it, hear the soft ‘glug glugs’ as she bobbed her head up and down it.
He opened his eyes; Robin was on his right, poised like the bust of a Greek goddess, her smile sweet yet her eyes lustful. Nami was beneath the sheets, though he could see her feet poking out and catch a glimpse of her orange hair from his current position.
“Morning,” Robin said.
Sasuke chuckled; this wasn’t exactly the position most men would find themselves in--wife pressed against one half, and cum slut nestled safely in between his legs. “Morning,” Sasuke said. He wrapped an arm around Robin’s waist, and pulled her close so that the boundless curves of her body were pressed against him. “How did you sleep?”
“Like a rock,” she said, “though I can’t deny that I woke up a little earlier and had… fun.” Her finger trailed up and down his chest. “I didn’t make you cum though, so don’t worry about any cleanup.”
Again, he chuckled. “I’ve told you that I don’t mind what you do to me when I’m asleep,” Sasuke said. “Do you know how many times I’ve woken up to Erza or Anko bouncing up and down on top of me? It’s something I’ve gotten used to.”
“I know,” Robin murmured. “I just feel like I’m-” She paused for a moment. “... invading your privacy, or something of that sort.”
Sasuke disagreed--really, the days he had woken up to a busty redhead riding him were some of the best of his life--but he wasn’t going to argue it any further. Instead he merely leaned back, and allowed Nami to continue to work him over.
“Day eight,” Sasuke said. “Shouldn’t be much longer now.”
Robin hummed something under her breath. She set her head down on top of his bicep, and closed her eyes to the world--but not without casting a subtle glance at the form moving beneath the blankets first.
When Sasuke figured that he was getting close to orgasm, he pulled back the sheets. Nami grinned toothily at him, mouth packed with cock and her chin wet with saliva and precum. Her fingers were busy as well--they were either busy jerking him off at the base or fondling his great balls.
Sasuke smirked down at her. “I’m almost there,” he said. “You get to decide where I cum.”
Some lovers would promise dates or movie nights, days at the park or a lengthy cuddle session. Sasuke instead promised to relinquish the right to where one of his massive loads would be shot--and to Nami, that had to be one of the gallant things in the world.
She pulled back, directed the tip of his cock right at her nose, and began to feverishly stroke him off while an almost demented grin took over her face. So close, so close, so close!
Robin opened her eyes for a moment, and chewed the inside of her cheek. Sasuke’s cock throbbed, it pulsated, it gave one final twitch before he finally reached the summit and with a manly grunt--came.
For a full minute, hot cum sprayed from the tip of his cock and landed directly on her soft features. Sixty whole seconds, with hardly a one or two second interval between each mighty burst--cup sized shots, ones that could coat an entire one of her massive breasts in two or three blasts. By the end of twenty seconds, she was unrecognizable; by the end of forty, she looked petrified, and by the end of those sixty seconds Nami looked like the happiest woman in all of the Grand Line.
Nami took his softening member into her mouth, and began to clean it, even with his seed dripping down her chin.
Robin sighed.
“Eight days,” she said. “What a long time we still have to go..”
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A days later, and he could feel it coming back.
Sort of.
It was an instinctive feeling--there is nothing that he can see in the mirror or feel in himself to suggest that his rinnegan was soon to return, but he just knew it, and for Sasuke that was more than enough.
He told Robin what was going on. “I think my rinnegan is finally about to return,”
To his surprise, she did not rejoice; rather, she bit her lip and said the words that any husband dreaded… “Sasuke,” she said, “we need to talk.”
“About what?” Sasuke asked.
“About Nami,” Robin said. She swallowed audibly--often he would hear that sound when she was taking down one of his massive loads, but this time it was a noise of worry and he really did not like the way that it sounded. “I don’t think that we can leave her behind in this world when we leave.”
Sasuke blinked. “Why not?” he said. “She’ll be fine--all it’ll take is a few days away from me, and I’m sure she will be back to normal.”
“No, Sasuke,” Robin stressed, “she won’t.”
He frowned. “It’ll be fine,” Sasuke said.
Robin scoffed. “Fine--if you insist, Sasuke,” she said. “Just open your eyes, think about what I said, and you will realize for yourself.” And she walked off, raven hair shining, hips swaying from side to side.
Sasuke tried to stick to his guns, he really did; but with Robin’s warning present in the back of his mind, he began to realize just how broken Nami was.
She slaved over him.
She worshipped him.
And that was no more evident than quite literally five minutes later when she had almost thrown him into a side room and gone to town on him. There was no inhibition in her mind, no restraint, no dignity… all she wanted or needed was cock.
Around the time she tried to deepthroat his entire cock in one go, and thus began to choke as if she had someone close off her windpipe, Sasuke realized that Robin was right.
“Fuck,” he said.
Of course, he was weak--he went through with the thing anyway, and by the time that he had left that particular room Nami was idly playing with the seed that flowed forth from her satisfied pussy.
Another day passed. Nami went to work on him in the morning again--and this time instead of rubbing on him, Robin merely stared at him disapprovingly. Nami chose to swallow his load this time, and she even gurgled it for a moment before doing so in plain view of Robin and Sasuke.
They had cleared it with Luffy and Zoro beforehand that Robin was going back with him. There had been a great amount of debate about it--but Robin was firm on her view point, and neither the swordsman nor the man of rubber could make any headway. Eventually they had to agree that she had to go back with Sasuke.
In no way did Sasuke or Robin think for a second that they would allow Nami to go back with them.
His rinnegan came back two days later.
The jutsu was ready.
“I finished saying goodbye,” Robin said, as she stepped back onto the deck. “And I told them that I have to say goodbye to Nami alone.”
“Are you sure you want to go through with this?” Sasuke asked.
“What else is there?” Robin asked. “Either we take her with us, or we leave her here--the former is awful, but the latter would be torture. If we could tell the others the truth, I’m sure they would understand.”
“I’m sure.”
Nami came out.
She beamed, and threw herself at Sasuke--she rubbed and gyrated against him, and already her hand was caressing his crotch.
That, if anything solidified Robin’s resolve. This was doing them all some good.
“Let’s go,” she said, and she grasped Sasuke’s shoulder. Nami was still wrapped around him.
He did the jutsu.
The vortex appeared.
Robin bit her lip, and a single tear slid down her cheek.
Nami continued to fondle Sasuke without shame.
He sighed. ‘Just take me home…’ he thought, ‘Just take me home!’
There was a pull, and then everything turned violet.
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It’s not like Sasuke is exactly adverse to doing morally ambiguous things, right?
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