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Rivalry Gone Right	By : FieldDranzer Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 14276 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, nor any of the characters belonging to it. This story was written for my enjoyment alone and nothing more. I do not make any money from writing this.

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A/N: This story was written quite some time ago, but I'm going to keep it brief. This is set in a world where the Uzumaki and Uchiha clans weren't completely wiped from the face of the earth. Besides her two sons, Mikoto Uchiha survived the massacre for reasons unknown. Kushina Uzumaki, much like her raven haired friend, also survived, but Minato and Fugaku, along with a majority of the Uchiha clan, did not make it.
Rivalry Gone Right

His plan had been made, the preparations were made. A simple, devious plan to strike when it was the least bit expected. All around the village, festive cheers and merry laughter filled the skies, reaching all the way to what had begun to resemble a residential district. The only thing left to do was reach up and knock his fingers against the door before him.

Casting a surreptitious, cautious glance around the neighborhood however, Sasuke Uchiha found himself halfway frozen in place, unable to so much as move his legs from the cobblestone path.

From the birth of his master plan, to the execution of said plan, his confidence had dwindled rapidly. In the era of peace that now reigned the elemental nations, the rivalry between himself and his blonde haired teammate had gotten out of hand, to the point where even the fabled legacy of Might Gai and Kakashi Hatake was put to the test.

To forever one-up his rival, to truly win the eternal competition that kept the two of them in shape, he would have to do one single thing.

Heaving in a deep breath of air, Sasuke Uchiha rasped his knuckles against the thick wooden door of the Uzumaki residence, silently praying to himself that the plan he had in mind would work out; that the person he competed with the most would be distracted by the ongoing festivities in town.

A beat passed; the thumping of his heart echoed throughout the ribs trying to keep it in place, the blood pumped through his veins and caused the entirety of his body to warm up. Goosebumps spread themselves along his forearms, a bead of sweat rolled down the side of his cheek, and as he raised an arm to wipe it away, his mind began to wander once more.

Midsummer had descended upon Konoha that year, bringing with it a wave of tropical warmth that rivaled the heat of an oncoming wave of fire. Wherever he turned his attentive onyx eyes, men and women alike wandered the streets in far more revealing outfits than ever before, to the point where members of the Konoha police force were forced to remove parts of their uniforms as well. The world truly had gone mad when one could see a police officer in bathing trunks and flip flops.

Echoing through the wooden door before him however, a soft, dull thud approached, causing him to once more snap back to the matter at hand. Without much of a warning, a slow, barely audible creak resounded from the hinges of a well maintained door, and before his very eyes, a sight that caused his heart to speed up revealed itself to the world.

“Oh, hello! What brings you all the way out here, Sasuke-kun?~” It was as much of a question as it was a song, rolling off of the pink, plump lips of one Kushina Uzumaki.

Steadying the furious beat of his heart, Sasuke allowed a soft smile to adorn his lips, even as his eyes involuntarily took in the sight of her outfit. From head to toe, more of her pale, creamy skin was put on display than the raven haired man had ever laid eyes on. The selfsame green apron that had become the staple of the Uzumaki Matriarch’s fashion was still in place, however, the longer Sasuke’s onyx eyes lingered upon her form, the more he came to realize that that was the only piece of clothing that adorned her curvaceous form.

“Is Naruto home tonight?” He asked instead, averting his gaze from the Matriarch’s chest just in time to catch a sly smile upon her lips.

“He left a few minutes ago,” tapping a thin, manicured finger against her chin, the Matriarch turned her gaze upon her visitor. “Weren’t the two of you headed to the Hokage monument along with Sakura-chan to see the fireworks?”

Blinking his eyes twice, the Uchiha heir pondered whether his friends had asked him out at all, though the longer he thought, the less likely any such scenario seemed. “That’s good. I wanted to have a chat with you, actually.”

This time, the one that was the most surprised by his words was Kushina, based solely on the look of confusion that adorned her spotless cheeks. For the briefest moment, Sasuke could practically see the suspicion in her eyes, but before long, she relented.

“Would you like to come inside?” The Uzumaki Matriarch asked, already pulling away from the door to saunter inside. “Not that it’s any colder inside…”

The final grumbling sentence was lost upon the Uchiha however, for as soon as the red-haired woman turned around to saunter back inside, Sasuke’s eyes dropped. From the front, her lack of clothing had been apparent to some degree, but, the moment she turned her back to him, the raven haired man’s eyes zeroed in on her equally naked backside.

A soft yet undeniably firm rear sashayed back and forth, toned to the limits of perfection, curved in just the right way, appearing almost radiant, with a light sheen bouncing off of it from the lights in the hallway. Somewhere in the back of his head, Sasuke reprimanded himself for staring, but no matter how much his voice of reason chastised him for being that guy, his onyx eyes refused to budge an inch. Acting on autopilot, his legs began to move, taking him through the threshold of the doorway, slowly pulling the door shut behind his back; not once managing to wretch his eyes free from the swaying rear before him.

“Would you like something to drink?” Kushina called out from the kitchen, past the foyer of what had once been her and Minato’s home.

Nodding his head silently, the Uchiha blinked, aware that the Matriarch had long since wandered past a corner. “Some water would do.” He called out instead, placing his shoes neatly to the side, beside one of Kushina’s shoes.

Stepping through the small entryway that was the foyer of the Uzumaki household, Sasuke took but a moment to look around the room. The living room, a room on the smaller side, with a set of couches, a low coffee table, as well as a smaller TV pushed up against one side of the room. He himself had dropped by on more than one occasion, both with a half unconscious Naruto resting upon his shoulders, but also without his friend, sometimes ending up there in search of the blonde, or with the rare mission directive from the Hokage Tower.

The moment he rounded the corner however, his eyes wandered, eventually landing upon the woman situated within the small kitchen, located within the same room as the living room, but on the opposite side. Beside a counter, the sound of running water reached his ears at last, however, that very sound was tuned out within seconds.

There she stood, leant forward before a short fridge, one hand resting upon the cooling unit to maintain her balance, while the other reached down to fish out two bottles of chilled water. From where he stood however, to the side of the room itself, the sight that met his eyes was one that left his trousers stiff.

From the front, the dark green apron that so often adorned the Matriarch’s day to day outfit seemed appropriate, possibly hiding something more beneath it. However, standing no more than a few feet to the side, he could see that that was not the case. Smooth, unblemished skin curved upward, a pair of breasts as round and as full as melons lay bare before his eyes. Somewhere in the back of his head, the ever diminishing voice of reason was joined by his sense of modesty, but when the Matriarch failed to notice the direction of his gaze, Sasuke forced himself to redirect it…

… falling back upon the Uzumaki Matriarch’s completely exposed hindquarters. How on earth his friend had managed to remain innocent, he truly did not know, nor did he care as much when she at last straightened out her back; a bottle in both hands.

“You know I can see you, right?” Her voice cut through the silence like a warm knife through butter, rendering him speechless as his eyes trailed up along her sleek, almost divine body. “Peripheral vision.” Kushina said, pointedly tapping the side of her head for emphasis.

Opening his mouth to try to explain himself, Sasuke paused, closed it, then reopened it to attempt once more. However, no matter what suave explanation he had prepared beforehand, not a single one of his scenarios had prepared him for the outfit, or lack thereof, that had been presented to him.

Kushina however, was nowhere near as docile in her response. Rising up into her full height, the red haired Matriarch gave her guest a stern look, placing both hands atop her hips. “Does the outfit look bad on me?”

The question he received however, was yet another scenario he hadn’t played out within his mind.

Staring blankly for a moment, Sasuke remained in place, unblinking as the woman before him looked herself over. “It was really, really warm today! I couldn’t strut around naked, not with Naruto around, but wearing everything got too stuffy!” What bordered along the line of a pout adorned Kushina’s face, even as she raised the bottom of the green apron that adorned her form, granting Sasuke a perfect view of the treasure between her legs.

Spinning around on the balls of her feet, the red haired Matriarch appeared almost uncaring about exposing herself; being far more interested in whether or not her outfit worked than keeping herself covered up.

“Oh yeah, you wanted to talk to me?” Almost as if some celestial force had halted her motions, Kushina returned to the motherly figure she was meant to be, sauntering off to rest against the kitchen counter.

“You’re fine with being naked?” As much as a certain part of him wanted to move past the introduction, his brain had long since short circuited.

“This? Early in our marriage, Minato and I-” pausing for a moment, a warm smile adorned her pink lips. “He didn’t last the longest, but he would often blush at the sight of me outside of bed, like this, so to tease him, I would spend entire weeks without a scrap of clothing!” Giggling at her own gusto, Kushina’s smile split into a grin, blatantly disregarding the bulge arising upon her guest’s groin.

Stowing that little nugget of information away for later, Sasuke nodded his head, pretending to understand a concept that his mind simply wouldn’t imagine. Had his parents done something similar, before he was born…? Would he someday find Mikoto in a position like that, sauntering around the house without a scrap of-

With a shake of his head, the Uchiha cleared that thought out of his head. Imagining his best friend’s mother naked was one thing, for the imagination was helped by a figment of a twisted reality, but his mother was different; she wouldn’t do something so… slutty.

“Was my wardrobe the only thing you were concerned about, or would you like a little help with that?” Reopening the eyes he hadn’t realized were closed, Sasuke was met by a sly smirk and a finger, pointed in the general direction of his now obscenely bulging pants.

To the Uzumaki Matriarch’s infinite teasing however, the raven haired male merely returned her smirk with a smile of his own, tuning his senses to their limits in search of any doubt in her voice. “Well, if the fabled Lady Kushina would be so kind, then yes. Go ahead.”

Across from where he stood, Kushina’s eyes flickered, swiping down towards the area of her guest’s discomfort, before returning them to the smug, almost haughty expression that stared her down. Beneath the green apron that adorned her form, her thighs rubbed themselves together the tiniest bit, subtle enough to go unnoticed, but not subtle enough to trick herself into thinking it hadn’t happened.

“Right, right. The ruse is up,” breaking the stalemate that had stretched on, Kushina’s voice came forth as a mirthful giggle. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say ya came here to have sex with me~”

Pushing herself up off of the counter, Kushina took one step, long enough to leave her naught more than an inch away from Sasuke’s chest. “I’m sure we could work something out, since I did cause this-” Trailing a hand down the length of his torso, Kushina bit down into her bottom lip, slowly descending towards the bulge within her guest’s darkened slacks.

By the time her fingers hovered above the waistband of his pants, the bulge within Sasuke’s pants practically throbbed from excitement alone. Standing naught more than a few inches away from his form, Kushina Uzumaki was sensuality incarnate, combined with an overwhelming temptation as someone he shouldn’t crave. Sleek, delicate curves ran down the length of her form, not overt as a great many women, but ladylike; regal, in a way. When a digit snuck its way beneath the waistband of his pants, pulling it outward enough for the redheaded Matriarch to peek inside, Sasuke himself could no longer restrain himself.

Without much pause, his hands reached up, landing upon Kushina’s hips in mere moments. There, his digits spread, his fingers caressed her smooth, unblemished skin, and by the time the Matriarch’s face was adorned by a smile, his hands had reached further down to caress the very top of her rear.

“Such a naughty boy~ Lusting after your best friend’s mother.” Her tone bore a chiding sense to it, clicking her tongue playfully, but even as she spoke, the finger beneath the waistband of his pants gently tugged said piece of cloth downward.

Easing his pants down gently, it took but a moment for his cock to spring free from the captivity that was his pants, bobbing in place before drooping down ever so slightly by the tip. What satisfied him the most however, was the soft, startled gasp that spilled forth from Kushina’s lips when it bumped up against the front of her apron; brushing its tip against her clothed belly.

From where she stood, Kushina peered down upon the cock that lay before her; thick, not painfully so, and mouthwateringly long. It surpassed the average length of the men she had seen before, though on her end, that was but one man.

Subconsciously, her hand sunk down towards the cock that protruded from her guest’s groin, gently biting down upon her bottom lip as her fingers caressed its swollen, veined shaft. The moment her fingers wrapped themselves around the tip of his dick, the entire length throbbed, swelling in size all the more as the drooping tip straightened out.

Even if she tried to pull away, even if she tried to convince herself that she should not crave her son’s best friend’s cock, the hands upon her hips told her otherwise. If she so much as tried to pull back, the thought of being flung up against the counter crossed her mind, drawing forth a shuddering moan that couldn’t be suppressed.

“You haven’t touched one in a long time, have you?” Sasuke murmured, trailing a singular hand up along the small of her back, catching her in a loose embrace. If she so desired, he would relent, but, the mere sound of his voice seemed to catch her off guard.

On her end however, the question was surprising, but the answer that coursed through her head was somewhat complicated to put into words. How should she, the proud Matriarch of the Uzumaki clan, the wife of the former Fourth Hokage, explain that she had sought out the very mother of her guest for some company of the sort? Minato had been the last man she had seen naked, who knew how many years beforehand, but… there were replacements, as her fellow clan head had so eagerly shown her.

Reaching her hands up behind her back however, Kushina flashed him a sly smile, slowly undoing the thin string that held her apron in place. With a gentle tug, the only thing that held the piece of cloth in place was its band around her neck; a band that was hastily pulled apart, allowing her apron to pool around her naked feet.

“I won’t be needing this anymore~” She sang out, practically pushing her curvaceous breasts out for her soon to be lover. “Unless you preferred me clothed?”

Snorting in reply, the concept of what she considered clothed eluded him, but nonetheless, his eyes swiped down along her front. Kushina was, without a doubt, one of the prettiest women he had had the joy of seeing naked. Strong, faintly muscled limbs from decades of being a kunoichi adorned the entirety of her form, from her thighs to her arms, yet somehow, the act of bearing a child into the world had only made her more appealing to his ravenous eyes. Wide yet refined hips, thighs that were both soft, but also toned, a taut stomach that bore the slightest hint of the muscles beneath, along with a pair of toned breasts that put any other girl to shame.

Be it Sakura, Ino or anyone else that had fawned over him in the past, the woman before him was without a doubt the most alluring… although, the hand that once more caressed his cock helped as well.

Draping his own arms around her form once more, Sasuke pressed the attack, taking but a single step towards her until the very tip of his throbbing dick pressed itself up against the bundle of nerves atop her slit. Kushina retreated, stepping back a bit, while he stepped up; continuing this dance until the redheaded woman’s toned ass came to rest upon the kitchen counter.

“Ready?” His voice came forth as a hushed whisper, an arm slid up to hold her head in place, whilst his lips descended upon the pale nape of her neck.

From where she stood, half seated upon the countertop of the kitchen she had built alongside her husband decades before, Kushina Uzumaki let out a shuddering gasp when Sasuke’s lips pressed themselves against her throat. Her pussy wept, her body quivered beneath his every touch, yet the thought that spurred her on the most was the thought of being claimed; turned into the very object of pleasure for the man that so boldly came to her home late at night, rather than spending his time with her son.

A simple nod of her head was all it took for a sharp sting to course through her veins. Without so much as an ounce of a warning, Sasuke Uchiha eased his hips forward, grinding the tip of his dick against the drenched entrance between Kushina’s legs. Sharp gasps for air spilled forth from the redhead’s lips, her hands, once down by the kitchen counter, flew up to caress and clamp down around her lover’s head…

… but, no matter how hard she tried to steady her breathing, the outdrawn string of moans that followed made her years without a man seem pointless.

The moment the tip of his dick slid between her folds, Sasuke let loose a soft grunt, clenching his palms around Kushina’s slender waist for support. To call her tight would be the understatement of the era, yet even then, her entrance welcomed him. Muscles trained beyond his imagination drew him deeper, velvety warm walls clenched and quivered around the girth of his shaft, and even as his breath came out as a ragged gasp, a pair of legs wrapped themselves around his hips.

“K-kami~” Kushina all but sang out, quivering as another inch of his cock sank inside of her womanhood. Already, with no more than the very tip inside of her slit, she could feel the coil within her stomach tighten up.

On Sasuke’s end however, the moment the tip of his dick was inside of her snatch, his palms slid down to caress and squeeze the Matriarch’s waist. Steadying his breath, Sasuke paused for the briefest moment before, without an ounce of care for her discomfort, he thrust his hips forth.

The reaction came instantaneously, as did the woman before him. With a long, outdrawn moan, Kushina Uzumaki came, quivering upon the kitchen counter as her pussy was stretched and torn asunder. Her eyes, once serene and playful, ascended into the back of her head in mere moments, causing her jaw to go slack whilst her tongue lolled out of her mouth. Somewhere in the back of her head, the very thought of being taken had turned her on, and as her senses began to fade away, another ruthless thrust forced a third of Sasuke’s cock inside of her cunt.

Draping her silky legs around his waist in a vain attempt to hold him in place, Kushina practically felt her body tipping backwards; held in place by the grip on her waist. Had her feeble motion slowed his pace at all? Of course it hadn’t…

From the moment her legs wound themselves around his waist, a small smile appeared upon his lips. His hands, once stationed solely upon the red-haired woman’s slender waist, began to roam the lengths of her torso. One hand slid up, caressing the taut muscles beneath her stomach, trailing his digits around on its way higher. Beneath his very touch, Kushina’s body shook where she sat, now fully supporting her weight upon the edge of the countertop. However, the moment his hand reached its goal, the vague silence left in place of her breathless moans reached its end.

“F-fuck~” Kushina, once the matron of propriety, quietly swore to herself upon the withdrawl from her snatch. Sliding his hips back, lubricated greatly from her previous orgasm, a vacuum was created where his cock had once been.

However, no more than a second thereafter, that vacuum was filled beyond what it had been before. In a clash of explosive force, Sasuke bottomed out inside of Kushina’s twat, letting loose a breathless shudder as the hand upon her waist fell down to caress her rear. In retrospect, it truly had been all he could do to keep himself from cumming then and there.

The moment he set his pace of thrusting hard and pulling out slowly, Kushina’s hands flew up towards his neck. With a tight embrace, the naked, curvaceous woman hoisted herself upward, reaching higher and higher until, with a staggered breath, her lips collided with those of her lover. That motion alone was enough to snap what little control remained within the Uchiha’s form, and with a thunderous moan muffled by their sudden kiss, he came.

As soon as her lips were upon him, the cock hammering against her womb paused, slowed down, then delivered a final nerve wracking thrust that sent Kushina herself over the edge.

Her second orgasm that night, a second peak that caused her breathing to hitch, but no sooner than that did a wave of warmth flood her womb. Scalding liquid gushed forth from the cock within her snatch, pouring out as a wave, splashing up against the entrance to her womb before dousing anything and everything within her depths. For only a moment, Kushina’s nerves were set aflame; glistening sweat adorning her form as her entire body burned from the inside.

Within however, a second and third gush of sperm had flowed out, followed by a fourth and a fifth until Sasuke himself could do naught more than roll his eyes into the back of his head. Wrapped around his girth, the velvety warmth that was Kushina Uzumaki’s womanhood quivered and clenched down upon his cock, milking him for every single droplet of sperm within his bloated balls and then some.

Only after an eternity had passed, a small eternity locked in the embrace of a woman he should not crave, did his orgasm end. How much time had actually passed, neither participant knew nor cared, for the moment their kiss was broken, both man and woman alike drew in ragged gasps for air.

“That was… haah~” Kushina began, only to shudder where she sat as Sasuke took a step back; breaking free from the deadlock that was her legs.

Gazing down upon the sight before him, the only visible sign of his satisfaction was a smirk. Within however, a singular fact came to mind, one that no competition of strength could ever outweigh.

He, Sasuke Uchiha, had creampied his rival’s mother!

Although, even before he could reach down to pull his pants back into their place, a rush of something hard and heavy crashed up against his stomach. With a soft grunt and a blank expression, the Uchiha was tackled down upon the ground, staring up into the big, grey eyes of the Uzumaki Matriarch.

“Nu-uh. We’re not done yet, ‘tebayo~” The Matriarch snickered, already reaching down to guide her lover’s still hard cock back inside of her cum leaking cunt.

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Far beyond the spectacle of the Uzumaki household, across the city, through the meandering crowd that had appeared out of thin air to view a series of fireworks and a dancing dragon costume, a separate thought coursed through the head of a Matriarch.

Persuasion had been taught to their clan from a young age. To acquire that which the other side would rather keep close to the heart, to wretch the information of their foe free, without them knowing that they had been swindled. However, when a knock had come from the heavy mahogany door to the newly renovated Uchiha estate, Mikoto Uchiha had never believed herself so… skilled at persuading her targets.

Her question had been answered quickly, wholeheartedly and without so much as a shred of dishonesty. Although, that being said, the answer had caused her pale features to wrinkle slightly.

Seduction was an art that every kunoichi, young and old alike, was far too familiar with. During her early years, every kunoichi had received formal training in the art of seducing others; both men and women were their targets. When persuasion faltered, it would often be required to delve deeper, to play a long con, or at the worst of times, one would have to give up themselves to please their targets. Granted, that was assuming the fact that a battle hadn’t yet occurred. If a persuasion attempt was noticed, combat was soon to follow.

In that case however, when Naruto Uzumaki had appeared on her doorstep, a wide smile upon his whiskered face, Mikoto had found herself pleasantly surprised. The blonde haired Uzumaki had been there many times, both before and after their particular household had been renovated into something more convenient for a household. The traditional architecture of the Uchiha clan could still be seen, but there were far more appliances around than during the early stages of her life.

When she had asked for the reason behind his visit, his answer had been straightforward, simple, but also somewhat relieving to hear. The rivalry with her son had become a rather unhealthy affair, featuring more feats of strength and endurance than anything else, so of course, finding a way to gain an invisible upper hand could work.

Although, that had been before his request truly came through.

Laying upon the double bed she had once shared with her late husband, Fugaku, Mikoto’s eyes had long since ascended up into the back of her head, granting her the perfect view of the Naruto above her head. Or rather, of the Shadow Clone whose cock was buried as deep down her throat as it could possibly go.

Shuddering where she lay, Mikoto Uchiha came, quivering beneath the onslaught of cock that surrounded her body and bed alike. A single clone would have been simple enough, the Uchiha Matriarch believed herself capable of handling three men at once, after all. However, when she had ushered her guest inside of her spacious bedroom, she had received a look.

Now, even if she tried to twist her eyes left and right, the number of active clones within her bedroom was too great to count.

Beside the one whose cock continued to slide in and out of her throat, there was one to her left and right, guiding her hands along their thick, throbbing cocks. Between her legs, a fourth clone had found its place within her snatch, stretching it out to the brim and beyond while pummeling away at her overflowing womanhood; two clones had already been there, depositing unnaturally large loads inside of her fertile womb.

‘Can clones impregnate a woman?’ That thought briefly flickered through her mind, just in time for the clone whose cock was nestled between her curvaceous breasts to cum.

Thick strings of cum shot forth, splattering across her chin and neck before dousing the valley of her breasts in whatever dribbled forth from its clone. Rather than dispelling however, the fifth Naruto clone merely smiled, pinched both of her nipples, and eased itself off of the bed to join the armada that surrounded her bed.

Another clone soon took its place, either unaware or uncaring about the copious river of sperm that oozed along the valley of her breasts, before returning a cock to its rightful place between her soft chest.

Heaving in a deep breath of air through her nose, Mikoto squirmed, wiggled her hips atop the bed and continued the forceful movement of her hands. The clone whose cock slid back and forth along her lip had been relentless, all but ignoring any and all signs of her gag reflex kicking in, only truly focused on pleasing itself. Even then, it slid a tiny bit too deep, causing her throat to bulge out whilst her eyes began to water from withholding a retch.

When its cock refused to retreat, the Uchiha Matriarch lightly kicked her legs up into the air, letting loose a startled grunt when even her ankles were caught by a pair of strong hands.

From where she lay, she could do naught more than watch as a duo of Shadow Clones hopped up onto the already creaking bed, stroking their cocks no more than an inch away from the soles of her feet; an act that caused even her to wrinkle her nose in response.

Beneath their joint weight, the bed creaked, muffled groans and moans spilled forth into the air, and without so much as a warning, the clone within her pussy came. Moaning where she lay, Mikoto’s eyes began to roll up into the back of her head for what felt like the hundredth time that evening alone, though that little gesture was seemingly rewarded by a fresh batch of clone sperm being deposited down her throat.

Both the clone by her head and the clone, as she believed it to be, by her groin let loose soft grunts as they came, seemingly in unison. The real Naruto had been the first to claim her pussy, the first to creampie the Uchiha Matriarch, but also the first to excuse himself to head into the adjoining bathroom beside the master bedroom.

Past the thin sliding door that separated the restroom from the master bedroom, Naruto Uzumaki let loose another soft sigh. From the first orgasm of the evening, his stamina had been put to the test. Twenty clones that perpetually came, time and time again, would take a toll on even him, but as he stepped forth from the spacious shower within the restroom, as naked as his armada of clones were, a small smile stretched out across his lips.

If nothing else, his final orgasm should be dumped inside of the raven haired Matriarch’s fertile pussy.

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Wet, audible slaps echoed throughout one of many households that evening. Soft, barely audible moans disguised as gasps, ragged mewls and deep, gruff grunts reverberated through a bedroom within the Uzumaki household, yet no matter the sound, the duo within couldn’t ever complain.

The moment he believed himself done, the moment he thought that the woman before him would feel satisfied, had been the single most vulnerable moment of his young life. In the span of a singular moment, the red-haired Matriarch before him had pounced, shedding her form of prey to become the arousal starved predator he now fought against.

Once on the back of the couch, with him on his back. Twice in the shower, when he had attempted to rinse the stench of sweat and sex off of his form. Once more in the bed she had once shared with her late husband... yet, no more than a few minutes since then, the two had found themselves a separate bed altogether.

Naruto’s bedroom.

Thrusting his hips down into the squelching mess that was his lover’s vagina, Sasuke’s eyebrows furrowed themselves together. Her legs were raised up in the air, placed on top of his shoulders for support. The long, silky strands of her crimson hair lay scattered atop the bed, adorning her otherworldly beauty in ways that no man could ever portray. Yet, from his point of view, the sight he adored the most was that of her breasts, gleaming beneath a thin sheen of sweat, jiggling in time with his every thrust.

Somewhere in the back of his head, Sasuke reminded himself to hasten his pace, delivering harsh, ruthless thrusts into Kushina’s welcoming pussy without a care for her comfort. Although, the harder he went, the louder her moans became, so much so that, as the raven haired Uchiha rolled his eyes down to admire the sight of his handiwork, the cock within her dripping slit throbbed.

“C’mon, baby, cum for me~” Kushina sang out between her moans, reaching both arms up to caress the sides of his face.

Rolling his eyes up into the back of his head, that truly was the only encouragement the Uchiha required. Without so much as a sound, he came for what felt like the twelfth time that evening alone, tightening his grip upon the Uzumaki Matriarch’s legs. It couldn’t compare to his first or second orgasm, nor his third and fourth, yet even still, the velvety walls that quivered around his cock received the spraying they deserved; thick, copious globs of cum seeped out from the slit atop his dick, drooping down into Kushina’s depths to join the rest of his sperm within her bloated womb.

Heaving out a sharp breath of air, his fingers quivered, attempting to hold them both upright even though his cock had long since begun to soften up. His heartbeat raced, his eyes were downright delirious, but even more so than that, the sight before him was one to remember. A naked, sweat drenched woman, a proud clan head of a near extinct clan; the woman that was his rival’s mother.

Puffing out his chest the tiniest bit, Sasuke eased himself up, letting go of the ankles he had so desperately tried to press down behind Kushina’s ears. His cock, half hard, slid free from the depths of Kushina’s womanhood, and with it, her body slumped over to the side; a satisfied smile adorning her lips where she lay.

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The festivities of Konoha had yet to die down. No matter where one turned their gaze, it lingered, be it down the main street leading towards the Hokage Tower, or in the park further out. Wherever one turned their gaze, the sight would be something of the same, as would the merry laughter that rang through the air.

Off in the distance, atop the Hokage monument, a flash of gleaming lights erupted into the sky, flickering in and out of existence before erupting in an explosion of multicolored flames. Fireworks, but under the control of a Jonin or ten.

Sauntering down the street however, with his arms raised up to cradle the back of his head, the blonde haired shinobi couldn’t rightly seem to care. With a smile upon his lips, he continued his trek down the main road, occasionally dropping by a booth along the way to pick up some treats for his mother.

Somehow, when he gazed upon the world around him, the sweltering heat that had hung down upon the world for the past few days barely crossed his mind.

“Dobe,” a voice nearby snapped him free from his euphoric daze however, and with a glance to his left, Naruto Uzumaki locked eyes with one of the few surviving members of the Uchiha clan.

“Teme,” Naruto greeted in return, looking past his friend for the briefest moment before at long last flashing him a toothy smile. “Can’t say I’m in the mood for a challenge right now. Tomorrow?”

Tilting his head to the side, Sasuke pondered his rival’s words for a moment, slowly nodding his head in agreement. “What were you up to?” Instead, he went to the point. Kushina had mentioned something about her son having plans.

“Ya’ know, nothing much! Went looking for you, but found something else to do, ‘tebayo.” Rambling on for a moment, Naruto scratched the back of his head eagerly, a smile on his face as he returned the question in kind. “You?”

“I went by your house with some treats, but you weren’t there.” Shrugging his shoulders, Sasuke furrowed his eyebrows for a moment before snapping his eyes wide awake.

“Did you just-” Sasuke grumbled lowly.
“Did you just-” Naruto exhaled sharply.
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