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Triumph of the Uchiha	By : c0p13r Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 20178 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Triumph of the Uchiha
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            The Fourth Great Shinobi War was well underway, and Tobi’s forces retreated to regroup and change strategy. The first day of combat went as expected; the allied forces were persistent and put up a great struggle, but Tobi still had more pieces to throw on the battlefield. This war was far from over. Casualties were just starting to build, and there were plenty more graves that could be dug.
            That was fine. Let the scum be taken care of now so there would be less corpses to put in the ground to join their pathetic brethren. Uchiha Sasuke mused on his victory before it had even happened. Under his might, they would all fall, and those who did not were simply chosen. His malevolent smirk spread further. The raindrops rolling down his face slipped around his newly implanted eyes that held a great desire for absolute vengeance.
            His stride did not change in the slightest as he headed down a sure path. It wasn’t too far off. He’d be at Konoha by nightfall.
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            “Sasuke,” snarled the fiery redhead behind the bars of a Konoha interrogation office. She faced the wall, glaring endlessly at the photo of the Uchiha she cherished so dearly. “How dare you turn your back on me?! After everything I did for you!” She almost struck the picture with her fist, and then immediately whimpered, dreading a risk of a crinkle on the photograph.
            Her two captors rolled their eyes. She had been carrying on like this for hours. After what Sasuke had done to her – almost murdering her and all – why the hell did she care so much about his portrait? Trying to take it from her invoked a wrath from her that was too much trouble over the single possession.
            “I’m going to check outside,” grumbled the blonde shinobi, ruffling his scruffy, brown hair. He smiled a little when his partner gave him a confused look, as there was nothing to really check; they could see from the window that it was pouring outside. Under his breath so Karin could not hear, he chuckled, “Really, I just wanna break from her.” The two chuckled before he strolled away.
            Everything was empty. Most shinobi had left to fight the war, leaving very few competent ninja to guard their Village. It seemed like such a waste to spend two valuable jounin watching over one prisoner, but she was a valuable capture. If only they could get a little more information out of her.
            The blonde man snickered perversely to himself, musing on the lonely nights he spent lately. “Let me alone with her, and I’ll get her talking,” he laughed. He pushed open the door and stepped outside, shielded from the rain by the extended roof. It felt like the chill of death had gusted over from the battlefield and the heavens shed tears for the dead. What a tragedy that these days of pain and suffering had to be rekindled because some man hiding behind a mask had some depraved aspirations of changing the world?
            A cigarette came up to linger in between his lazily closed lips. Its other end was quickly lit by a match that was flicked off carelessly into the puddles. He took a deep drag and stared off to the horizon. Not much longer before the sun went down, and then it would be another sleepless night while listening to the prisoner pine for and hate Sasuke like some kind of Sméagol (who loves and hates the Ring as he loves and hates himself). His eyes rolled up; he could still hear Karin spewing words of hate and admiration for Sasuke. Perhaps it would’ve been better to gag her instead of try to take the picture away.
            Within the prison cell, Karin fussed over and over. Sure, it was an act, biding her time before putting the lock-picks that were stashed within the portrait to good use. If only the other sentry would follow his partner’s example, she could be free of this prison and well on her way to retribution – if she had actually decided that was what she had in mind for Sasuke.
            She was wearing the solitary man down, but only to the point where he dropped his head on the desk and prayed that she would eventually talk herself hoarse. If only Ibiki were here; the master interrogator would easily be able to put up with Karin’s incessant whining. Unfortunately, he was called away to deal with one of the Zetsu clones that had been retrieved. It was a long-shot to try to get anything out of the mutation, but even the tiniest bit of information could be useful. Too bad the white Zetsu creations willingly would die for their side of the war.
            Without warning, she went silent, and for good reason. The jounin looked up, and a jolt of fear ran up his spine when the lights dimmed considerably before going off altogether. He and Karin both stood up, looking at the failing light system. “What is that?” he grumbled before gritting his teeth nervously. “Where’s Bui?”
            Outside, Bui did not know about the power shortage, but his ninja senses alerted him to some strange goings-on. He was no sensory ninja, but he could feel an ominous presence. Not ready to take any chances, he took a kunai from his back pouch and held it tightly. It would be best to take a look around before heading inside to keep a closer eye on Karin. Could there possibly be an attempt to free her? There were still two ninja of Sasuke’s group unaccounted for, after all.
            Bui’s breath seized. Had he just seen a figure duck behind the corner of the building? His Adam’s apple bobbed, but he still approached, ready to engage in a life-or-death struggle. Quick; he had to be quick, hopefully take the enemy – if there was one – by surprise. He held his breath and charged. Now facing the enemy, his eyes widened.
            There was nothing there…
            There was a far-off sound of thunder. Bui’s stomach clenched. “I thought for sure gah!” He stopped mid-sentence while turning. He had taken a sharp blow to his right shoulder, wheeling him about to slam back against the side of the interrogation base. His eyes glanced down to find himself speared by a Sword of Kusanagi. He grabbed the blade in a vain attempt to extract it, but its wielder took offense to this defiance and punished him by thrusting it deeper, nailing him to the concrete wall with a cry of pain. His eyes were screwed shut as he reeled from the pain, but that was unacceptable. Reaching out with his free hand, Sasuke pried the lids apart so that Bui could stare into his blood-red irises and enter the world of a hate-filled Sharingan’s genjutsu.
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            “Who is that?” whispered Karin, looking toward the window. Though while in a chakra-resistant prison cell, her sensory capabilities could still pick up the life-force in her immediate vicinity. The intruder had a familiar imprint, but it couldn’t possibly be Sasuke. This sensation caused a bitter coldness to the pit of her stomach, a feeling not unlike a Chidori blade skewering through her to end Danzo.
            What if it was him? Her throat clutched. Had he come to finish what he had started and end her, as Tobi suggested?! Panicked, she raced to the bars of her cell to warn her guard, her shackles clinking frantically, “Someone’s coming! Call reinforcements or something! You have to get ready!”
            Frightened in his confusion and her panic, the Konoha jounin looked towards the door. He didn’t feel anything, but then, he didn’t have any talent for sensory ninjutsu. “What are you talking about?” he whimpered. “Who’s coming?!”
            “Sasuke! Uchiha Sas…!”
            A lance of concentrated lightning chakra pierced the door and the jounin’s stomach in an instant. The man gagged while bashing against the wall behind him. “Wha…?!” The door splintered when an electrically-charged Sasuke threw his shoulder against it, lunging for his pegged prey. His wicked blade was brandished, crimson with the blood of Bui. The jounin’s breath caught in his throat when that cold steel swung at him. “Wait!”
            Waiting was for the weak, and the weak had no place in this world. With his sternum separated by a diagonal cut, he fell on the floor in a bloody mess. The sight and ruthlessness of it made Karin quiver. She had slaughtered many in Orochimaru’s name, but the way Sasuke cut down this defenseless man was just chilling. Seeing his silhouette in the gloom made her heart pound.
            The red sword swept through the air, sending a thick splatter of blood across the walls before easing back into its sheath. For Karin, this was a good sign; with his weapon holstered, that meant that it was probable that he would not kill her, as she recently feared. Even so, when he turned to her, his Sharingan glowing ominously in the dark, she cowered against the back wall of her chamber. “Sasuke…” His name came from her in a terrified breath. “Why are you…?”
            “Where is the key?”
            Karin stuttered. So he was there to liberate her! She felt her heart flutter in excitement! He’d come to whisk her away, and without Suigetsu this time! Was all forgiven? Was it possible that Sasuke regretted almost killing her, and that they could have the future she had envisioned since first laying eyes on him during the Chuunin Exam all those years ago? She mentally gushed over the prospect, but kept her outer appearance stiff. Why didn’t he just use his blade to take care of those pesky bars? Well, it was his decision, after all. He knew what he was doing…
            “Top drawer,” Karin said in a semi-choked breath, gesturing to the desk.
            Sasuke glanced over at the table and moved to extract the ring of keys. Karin swallowed noisily and felt her heart racing as he tried to fit them into the lock. It was taking far too long for her tastes, but she finally heard the clunk of the lock separating. A relieved sigh left her as Sasuke eased open her jail.
            “Whew, I thought I’d have to rot in here a while longer,” she groaned, deciding it best not to mention her means for a possible escape. She held out her hands, and the shackles were quickly unlocked. Even more satisfying than having her freedom was being allowed to pull off the suffocating outer layer of garb all prisoners were forced to wear. Luckily – now that she was free to discard the stuffy outfit – she had been allowed to wear her normal clothes underneath, aside from her high stockings and sandals. She stretched out, praising Sasuke for being so generous, but her gratitude quickly shifted to forced scorn. “But what’s the big idea? You almost killed me!” she snapped at the rogue Uchiha.
            He did nothing but continue to stare at her.
            “Do you expect me to just return under your wing?” She scoffed and turned away, arms folded and nose tilted upward in contempt. “I don’t think so, Sasuke.”
            “I have use for you, Karin,” Sasuke answered, making her peek out at him from the corner of her eye.
            Again, she harrumphed at him. “Use of me? Well, we’ll see if I’m obliged to do anything for you.” A sudden shift in attitude occurred, and she was fawning like a shy girl with a crush on him. “Unless you do something really sweet for me…” She expected him to respond, but he did not. His uncooperativeness was becoming frustrating; his vagueness was probably even worse. Scowling, she adjusted her glasses. If she wanted to find out what his new plan was, she supposed she had no choice but to follow him. “We should go before more guards…” Her march towards the exit came to a halt when Sasuke stepped in front of her, their bodies almost flush. Gasping, her heart throbbing, she stepped back to increase their proximity. It was the first time he voluntarily came into such close contact with her. “Sasuke, what are you… mmph?!”
            Just what was happening? Why had Sasuke – colder than an iceberg, more ruthless than a desert – pressed his mouth against hers in such a passionate kiss? Was that his tongue demanding entrance to her still-pursed lips? How could she refuse him as he shoved her up against the cold wall of her cell?
            She moaned into his mouth, her hands caressing his rain-soaked form. Though his chakra was about as warm as the Iron Country in winter time, his body felt so warm. She matched the steps of his tongue with her own, slipping into the hotness of his mouth. The fireballs he often spat had left the orifice tasting of charcoal, but it was surprisingly pleasant. After far too long of yearning for him, he came for her at the most unexpected time with a show of his adoration.
            When he left her mouth, a thin trail of spit breaking between their slightly-outstretched tongues, she whimpered and made an attempt to reseal their lips. “Sasuke,” she breathed lustfully, wanting to know his mouth again. “Please!”
            He almost looked like a smirk would escape him as he held her at bay, watching as she stretched her neck in a desperate try to kiss him again. He pulled her forward a few steps, separating her back from the wall. She just barely noticed that his hands were on her luscious hips, his fingertips touching the top of her ass. When their eyes met, he gave her just one simple order: “Turn around.”
            Simple to say, harder to do. Karin felt that ominous feeling return to her gut. “Wh-what?”
            “Turn around,” Sasuke repeated, this time with an insistent nudge from his hand. When she refused to comply right away, his stare became harsh. “Now.”
            Gulping, Karin obeyed. She rotated slowly, staring at the colorless wall when she faced it, feeling Sasuke’s eyes on her back. Nothing happened for a time, and then she felt the stab through her stomach, making her jerk violently with a retching cough.
            At first, she had believed that Sasuke had impaled her with his sword, but soon discovered that it was her own anxiety that cause such discomfort when she heard Sasuke shift. It sounded like something fell, and she felt an urge to turn around, but something inside held her fast, preventing her from turning around. “Sasuke?” Her voice wavered and she dared to turn her head. In that moment, she was pushed forward, bent over at the waist to brace against the wall with her arms. Sasuke’s chest pressed against her back, their bodies perfectly flush. The feeling made her utter a whine that she felt was a bit undignified, but uncontrollable. “What are you doing?” she gasped out, her breathing becoming erratic in this abrupt situation.
            Sasuke allowed his fingers to answer for him as they took a straight course for the button and zipper of her high shorts. Before she could even give an opinion on his endeavor to mess with her attire, they were shoved down to reveal that she chose to go commando every day. Sasuke wasn’t too surprised, as her shorts were pretty low without any indication of underwear worn underneath.
            Unlike him, Karin was nothing if not shocked. She had felt something before, but the separation of her shorts did not allow her to confirm anything. Now she thought that his sword was repositioned to lie against the crack of her ass. Well, at least that was what she chose to think at first until the object pulsed violently with life. So it was his trousers that she heard dropping earlier.
            “Why?” she blurted out, unable to conceive anything else to ask at such a time.
            “I have great plans for you, Karin,” he purred in her ear in a way that made her shiver delightfully. Though she had silently wished against it, her shorts dropped down until they were at her bare feet. At his foot’s command, she was forced to step out of the discarded clothing to better spread herself when his roaming fingers slipped down her belly to trek through the strip of short, red curls. She had literally beaten the last man to even consider touching her in such a way to death, but under Sasuke’s graceful and possessive fingertips, she felt herself locked in place as surely as she would have within a genjutsu.
            She cringed when he touched her sex, finding her to be unprepared for what was to come next. It was a lot to take in all at once, he mused. Despite her body’s lack of readiness, Sasuke chuckled. “I thought you’d be more ready for me,” he told her, his voice as smooth as a razor cutting flesh.
            Karin didn’t know how to respond. It should have been expected that she didn’t automatically give that reaction to his touch, as she wasn’t some loose floozy. But then, the way he was acting, so full of passion and desire against his normal aloofness, it of course ignited the spark that began the roaring flame of lust in her loins. True, there was probably something sinister behind it all, but right now, his fingers were more than eager to erase such uncertainties from thought.
            His fingertips rolled against her hidden pearl in a fluid rhythm, coaxing it with friendly caresses that made her entire body convulse and react. With a constant streak of moans and whimpers passing from her throat and lips, her body began to receive these caresses with more enthusiasm. His middle finger swept down, discovering that her labia had started to grow moist while blossoming like a flower. Moving away from her clitoris as it began to swell with frantic blood circulation at her pelvis, he focused his attention on the pink folds of her pussy. He carefully massaged each petal to elicit louder moans from the Uzumaki.
            “Sasuke, ughn! Stop!” Karin gasped, jerking fiercely when a digit thrust through her folds to invade the tight recesses of her vagina. Through her objections, her arousal persevered and spoke honestly for her. It was a tight fit, but Sasuke eventually wedged a second finger into her to stretch out her passage. He crisscrossed his fingers several times before extracting them, saturated with her sticky nectar. If he were to be honest, he was surprised at how quickly she had become wet for him, though he did not visibly show his feelings. As long as she was ready…
            Karin panted and was somewhat relieved when those taunting fingers left her channel, though her pussy throbbed and ached for his continued touch. She slumped forward until her sweat-slick brow was resting against her forearms. Her wild, red hair fell as a veil over either side of her face. She felt like she was going to lose it if he had continued to molest her. She had been devoid of a man’s touch – due to her fiery temper and high standards – and to now have the man she idolized caressing her delicate folds.
            She felt him shift, his chest coming away from lining her back. “Un…” She cringed when those two, soiled fingers pressed against her mouth; she closed her lips and refused to do otherwise.
            “Open your mouth, Karin,” she heard him breathe in her ear. The other hand at her hips tightened its grip threateningly. “Do it.” It wouldn’t take more than unsheathing his deadly blade to change her tune of defiance.
            Slowly, her lips loosened, her jaw drooping slightly, and the two fingers slipped in to probe her orifice. The pungent tang of her own essence was smoothed over her tongue, and though she often grimaced at the very idea of tasting herself – or anyone else for that matter – she found something strangely and very erotic about it in these circumstances. Her crimson eyes shut behind her glasses when she moaned, urging his fingers deeper into her mouth, carefully cleaning her fluids off of him with a gently-licking tongue. With a bit of embarrassment, she swallowed the flavor.
            Yes… there was the submission he wanted. Sasuke’s head tilted downward slightly, his bangs obscuring his cold gaze as his Sharingan fell upon her backside cradling the underside of his swollen member. Slowly, he brought his fingers from her suckling mouth so he had the use of both hands: one on Karin’s waist, the other gripping his cock. He took a step back to adjust and line himself up with her snatch.
            She had expected this, but she still felt a little overwhelmed when the blunt head pressed against her soaking labia. “Wait,” she exhaled sharply. She jutted when more pressure was applied to her opening. “Wait, Sasuke! Ah~!” The tip slipped through, her nether lips parting around the following girth as they never had before. She tried to pull away to gather herself, but Sasuke’s hands felt stronger than the shackled that had restrained her earlier. Uncontrollable spasms made her tremble underneath him.
            Sasuke gave no sounds above a grunt as he worked his seven-inch member into his Taka partner. She may have been wet for him, but she hadn’t taken in a man for quite some time, and he was a bit larger than average. Back and forth, he rocked his hips in subtle movements that had Karin weak in the knees. Her juices – now flowing more freely than before – ran down his thick shaft, oozing into his pubic hair and down his testicles.
            With one more, rather forceful thrust, Sasuke buried the entirety of his erection into her body, generating a cry of pained pleasure from the Uzumaki as she threw her head back, her cheeks pink with arousal. “Ah, Sasuke!” That single thrust had him ramming against her cervical wall, teasing the narrow passage to her womb. She slumped against the wall, curling his fingers to ball her hands into tight fists. Her knees buckled violently before her legs parted a bit more to distribute her weight better while also accommodating the size of his thick cock.
            Sasuke situated himself for optimum leverage. He withdrew slowly and could feel the anxiety in the muscle spasms of the girl beneath him. All at once, before even extracting himself halfway, he jabbed right back into her, making her scream her gratification from taking him all the way inside of her. Her muscles gripped him tightly, convulsing erratically in a delicious massage.
            When his hips began to thrust smoothly, Karin stopped breathing deeply. Her chest expanded only with little hiccups of breath. She felt like jell-o underneath the gyration of his hips. Her supple ass cushioned the impact of his crotch when his thrusts became quicker and more violent. A hand came up to steady her specs on the bridge of her nose when they began to slide from the jerking motions. “Not, uhn! Not so hard! Please, Sasuke!”
            Sasuke didn’t oblige. He continued his assault on her insides with bruising force, creating small ripples from her buttocks. At the cost of absolute control, he slid his hands up from her hips, roaming over her exposed belly, and up to the collar of her lavender uniform. Her breath hitched when the zipper was yanked down, exposing the countless bite-marks chaining across her pale flesh. With their freedom, Karin’s pert tits bounced slightly with each of Sasuke’s thrusts. The sides of her top were pushed away so that he could cup and molest both of mounds at once. Her light-pink nipples were hard and tender, highly receptive when Sasuke’s fingers rolled and pinched them.
            The added stimulation of her nipples being toyed as the only man she truly loved pounded into her from behind brought her to a crashing orgasm. She squealed when her climax dawned, her flexing walls milking his thrusting shaft. Determined to prolong her delicious, whining orgasm, Sasuke removed his left hand from her breast to finger her clitoris, vigorously stroking and rotating the sensitive nub until the redhead began to writhe. Despite how her muscles contracted to vice-like tightness, Sasuke relentlessly continued to fuck her, though it was apparent that he had to put more effort to work in and out of her.
            When her orgasm rode on to a finish, she was absent of all strength, barely able to keep herself up while Sasuke pulled their hips together over and over again. For the first time since first inserting, Sasuke made a sound, exhaling huskily while dropping over her; fortunately, he supported his weight by setting a hand against the wall while wrapping an arm around her midsection. “Karin,” he huffed in her ear, ruffling the strands of her hair, “you will be the first.”
            Her head turned towards him to gaze weakly. “What? Uhn… The first?” She bit her lower lip when the motion of his hips became harder, demanding.
            “The first of many,” he told her. He grunted and made his thrusts more pronounced than before. His swaying sac clenched with his bubbling seed. Teeth clenched tightly, and his Eternal Mangekyou Sharingan activating, he snarled, “The pioneer of the rebirth of the Uchiha clan!”
            Karin gasped when she felt a discharge of warmth jet into her womb. She hadn’t even suspected that he was close to a release; he gave no indication that he was even enjoying himself! Sasuke groaned while holding their groins tight together, giving only meager thrusts to aid in the ejaculation. His semen spread its warmth throughout the conception chamber, and as a sensory ninja, Karin could detect that the essence now pooling within her was laced with chakra, an uncommon method that defended against anti-pregnancy jutsu and seals. Was that his intention? To impregnate her?
            The thought would’ve worried Karin had she not been so exhausted. Sasuke remained embedded within her depths a while longer, ensuring that not even a droplet of his precious seed would escape her, and then slipped from her quivering snatch. With nothing but her weak arms supporting her, she willingly let her knees fold inward so that she could fall on the ground and recover from Sasuke’s sudden advancement on her. Behind her, she could hear him pulling up his pants and making himself presentable again. She figured she should do the same, try to maintain some pride as he was.
            “Ahem, Sasuke…” She elegantly fixed her glasses, trying to keep her cool. Her eyes stayed shut. “That… This does not let you off the hook. It’ll take more than that to make up…”
            Clunk!
            Karin’s eyes suddenly flashed open, and she looked over at the cell door just as Sasuke locked it from the outside. Frantically, forgetting that all of her lady parts were on display, she rushed to the bars, eyes wide and fearful. “S-Sasuke! What are you doing?!”
            The Uchiha’s eyes lifted to her, cold and dark. “I will not be leaving Konoha just yet,” he told her. The keys were securely deposited back in their drawer. His back was turned to the panicked Uzumaki as he sauntered for the exit. “For now, it would be best for you just to remain here.”
            Karin’s eyes glared violently as she grasped the bars. “Let me out of here, Sasuke!” she barked, but he did not show any signs of giving into her request.
            Before he left, however, he took pause to look back at her with that prideful smirk. She did not understand the reason for it until he lifted her portrait of himself. Her throat clenched. All of her lock-picks! “I’ll be back for you in a little while,” he promised her. “Until then, I’ll hold onto this.” The portrait and all of its hidden tools were safely tucked away in his shirt.
            “Sasuke,” Karin fumed, her fists tightening. He coldly turned away. Beads of nervous sweat rolled down her face. “Sasuke!”
            Without another word to the girl he had just seeded, Sasuke took his leave. Behind him, he heard the explosive woman screaming at him. Let her tire out her scorn while he went on with his quest. Women from all nations; no longer would Konoha be the only home for his great bloodline, but its rebirth would begin in the Leaf.
            He stepped out into the rain. Ah, what a beautiful night. Karin may have been the first, but there was another woman currently residing in Konoha who he had plans for.
            A reputable jounin kunoichi who could not take part in the war due to personal matters. She would be next…
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