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Innocent Temptations
The dull sound of a click, an analog wall mounted clock ticking away at the far side of a house like any other, reverberated outward. Glimmering through a set of glass sliding doors that served a simultaneous function as a pair of windows, unfiltered rays of resplendent sunlight illuminated the village at the very heart of the Nation of Fire, bringing with it a sensational summer akin to being showered in the warmth of a thousand fireballs.
A decade had come and gone since the end of the most atrocious, albeit fruitful war in the history of mankind, disappearing into the limitless void that was the annals of time. The nations of the world had rallied together beneath the banner of prosperity and peace, growing stronger as the leaders of each and every shinobi village stood shoulder to shoulder against the onslaught that was the threat of annihilation, bearing fruit so far as fifteen years into the future. Peace and prosperity reigned, and with the comrades that had fought side by side against the gods themselves, the people of Konohagakure had at long last been granted a reprieve.
Advancements in both educational and scientific departments were made and implemented day by day, racing so far ahead that, as the woman whose thighs were pressed together stared straight ahead, only a vague recollection of her strict upbringing remained.
What coursed through the mind of the woman whose passtime had been mired with ceremonial formalities when her father and former clan head had stepped down however, was naught but the least expected of thoughts.
Throughout the village of Konohagakure, more than a dozen changes had affected the villagers that fought as hard as they could during the war. For some, the livelihood that was the forging, maintenance and selling of weapons had all but gone up in smoke, leaving nothing for them to do but to adapt. Others however, were far less fortunate.
Hinata Hyuga was, in both the mind of the general populace and her prestigious husband, an upstanding and straightforward woman. Trained and tutored from before she could even remember, everything from tea ceremonies to the proper etiquette on how to behave in public had been hammered into her mind and body alike, resulting in a woman whose modesty remained intact even after the pleasantries that was her first time in bed with her beloved. However, loathe though she was to admit it, there was one inevitability that even she, powerful though she was, could not contend with…
The former Hyuga heiress was, as truthful as she dared to be, quite bored.
Be it ceremonial etiquette, reading or household chores, the indigo haired woman had tried it all, incorporating the completion of a book per day, though before she realized it herself, Hinata had gone through the entire book series in the span of hours. Seeking to reclaim some sense of duty within the Hyuga estate, a choice that had both shocked and pleased her father to the point where the infamous Hiashi had all but fallen to the ground with rhythmic glee and exasperated shock, a handful of the more traditional aspects were now handled entirely by Hinata. From the scheduling of meetings for the current clan head, to the more ceremonial aspects that Hanabi had blatantly ignored in her search for power during her youth, Hinata handled it all with time to spare.
Of course, her children took time, they required care, but on a bright summer day such as that, the very first thing that Boruto and Himawari had done had been to bolt out the door, basking in the radiant glow of the sun above. This, of course, allowed Hinata to practice things that most ordinary women would have seen as a matter of course, but for her, the endeavors she persevered through to stave off her boredom were anything but modest.
In the hopes of finding something, anything that could properly stave off her inevitable boredom, Hinata Hyuga had set her pale eyes upon a different sort of practice. Left alone as she so often was during the day, far into the evening hours on some occasions, the Hyuga matron had found herself within her and Naruto’s shared bedroom before long. Bereft of clothes, twirling around upon the balls of her feet, the curvaceous mother of two inspected her growth with a crimson colored blush upon her cheeks, spinning around so that her bountiful breasts and luscious hindquarters were within view.
From the proper hobbies of a common housewife to the immodest bedroom arts, Hinata’s pale eyes had inevitably fallen. Spending her mornings and afternoons by her lonesome, the former heiress had tried it all once more, though this time, her exasperation had been replaced by a physical exhaustion unlike any she had felt before. Gone was the sweat and serene grace of attempting to fine tune her Chakra control, gone was the exhaustion that came with months of dedicated practice to attain a single technique, for in its place, a shrill satisfaction coursed up the length of her spine. Back arched, eyes rolled up into the very back of her head, the third day that the housewife had spent in bed brought forth a new sensation from within the depths of her bosom; a joy so pure that even her tongue had lolled out from her luscious lips at the height of pleasure that was her enjoyment.
A suggestion had followed sometime after, meekly voiced with an even deeper shade of red adorning her cheeks, but one that Naruto, hearing his wife’s machinations, had gleefully agreed to try. Various packages had arrived day by day, sent through a separate address, and ordered by another person altogether, to avoid anyone from noticing who it was that had purchased such goods, containing the tools required to bring their sensations to new, untold heights. Be it Naruto’s clumsy hands, or Hinata’s own meticulous patience borne from endless practice, Hinata Hyuga’s mind had sunk deeper into the addiction that was personal depravity.
One evening, at Naruto’s own suggestion, the two had gone so far as to attempt to slide something into Hinata’s backdoor, a sensation that, while wholly unfamiliar, made the former heiress climax so hard that her entire body seized up. Naturally however, her beloved husband had refrained from entering her backdoor directly, far too preoccupied with hammering away at the entrance to her velvety womanhood with wanton abandon.
When the former heiress came to however, the spark of adventure had been uncovered; the trigger that granted Hinata the vestiges of promise. She could go further, explore more, and for the first time in who knew how long, the premise of boredom had been entirely banished from the depths of her mind!
That was, until she found herself where she now sat, primly and properly straightened out atop one of four chairs around the dining table that had been put into use each and every single day, with a visitor whose dark presence sent a shiver up along Hinata’s forearms. A guest could arrive at any time, Naruto had said, but not once had Hinata Hyuga believed it would be upon the afternoon where she, in her fervent, arousal induced stupor, had refrained from wearing anything beneath her violet colored sweater and tanned booty shorts.
A lone wanderer, traversing the wilderness of the shinobi world on a journey of redemption, sauntering through the deepest, darkest corners of the Elemental Nations in the hopes of helping whoever he stumbled upon. Scouring the world in search of its secrets, remaining up to date with the intricacies of politics, and even going so far as to visit and aid the other Kage from the shadows, the man that sat before her was one that Hinata herself had never quite understood.
When the journey he undertook had originally been announced to those that remained of their old friend group, the first thing that had popped into Hinata’s mind had been… an act of cowardice. To run away from one’s problems was not the same as solving them, of that, the indigo haired woman had been certain of. Yet, seated where they now were, nary a thought like it entered her mind.
“The Chunin exams are coming up soon, is that so?” His voice, deep and dark, velvety and devoid of all unnecessary emotions, reverberated through the bright and cheerful enclosure that was Naruto and Hinata’s living room. Raising his hands skyward, one below and one around, the man that was Sasuke Uchiha brought a clay cup to the cusp of his lips, tipping it skyward to sip an ounce of the steamy green tea found within.
“A-ah. Yes, I do believe so.” Hinata muttered after what felt like a great pause, grinding her thighs together with every ounce of subtlety found within her system. For one such as her, to forego the protection that safeguarded her modesty in another man’s presence, the mere act should have brought her nothing but shame, but somewhere within the very depths of her mind, Hinata herself couldn’t help but blush from the thought alone.
Their conversations had gone as such, small talk, various questions ranging from the intricacies of security, to something that one might overhear while wandering down along the streets. To that point, at the very least, it had been simple enough to respond, shifting her gaze around while frantically searching for a proper reason to excuse herself; wishing nothing more than to retreat to the safety of her bedroom in search of her undergarments and toys alike.
“Where did your travels take you this time?” Hinata asked after what had felt like a small eternity of silence, a silence that, with the raven haired wanderer’s eyes being closed during most of it, only made Hinata’s cheeks burn a brighter shade of red.
Another pause stretched on, the gentle slurp of tea being happily devoured across the table rang forth, and as Hinata feared that she had broached a strangely sensitive subject, the raven haired man opened his eyes at last; twin orbs of mismatched eyes staring straight ahead, with an ounce of sympathetic kindness upon them.
“I had meant to tell Naruto regardless, but traces of Zetsu have arisen. Caves and underground passages teeming with the white ones.” Serious though his voice was, his expression remained the same, as did his red and purple eyes, peering up with naught but that same sympathetic look upon them.
At the mere mention of the white Zetsu that had run rampant across the Elemental Nations since the previous war, a shudder ran up along Hinata’s spine, causing the kunoichi turned housewife’s chest to jiggle beneath her violet colored hoodie. While individually weak, their strengths lay not in combat, but rather, in the art of subterfuge and camouflage, appearing as a transformed version of her comrades with a smile upon their lips and a knife behind their backs. More than a handful of shinobi were slain as such, staring up into the faces of their closest friends with wide, unbelieving eyes until the very light vanished from their souls.
She, too, had been close to being taken by the white Zetsu in that particular manner, were it not for…
With a violent, visible shake of her head, the Hyuga housewife cleared those particular thoughts from the depths of her head, focusing instead upon the raven haired man whose inquisitive eyes observed her closely and carefully.
Ever since her particularly private training in what Naruto had jokingly referred to as the bedroom arts, but in the aftermath of her vigorous, extensive training, splayed out naked across her bed with various toys by each and every erogenous zone upon her form, Hinata had taken notice. No one said a word, no one made a move, but, whenever the woman went outside, be it with or without her newfound equipment, the masculine denizens of the village all stared at her in the very same way. Some were more innocent in their behavior, others more direct, while some, loathe as Hinata was to admit it, stared at her akin to how she now ogled her husband’s cock.
A prize, an object to claim, and a means to be intimate with the person their gazes ogled. The mere thought, whether this was the actual reality of the people’s gazes or not, was enough to make the former heiress soak through any and all panties in seconds. A crimson colored blush upon her cheeks, her underwear left at home, Hinata had purposely gone out and about these past few months, wandering through town with the faintest, most subtle sway upon her hips in a way that would doubtlessly make her old sensei both worried and proud.
The people’s reactions were as immediate as they were subtle, leading to the point where Hinata now solely went outside with one of her newfound bedroom tools lodged deep within her eager, glistening womanhood.
“May I have another cup of tea?” Sasuke asked aloud, snapping Hinata free from her arousal induced stupor long enough to stare up into his face. There, too, she could see it, or perhaps it was a mere delusion of her own mind; a craving for what she shouldn’t want.
When she had mentioned her newfound craving to Naruto in particular, the blonde had tried to accommodate his wife’s tastes, using an ounce of force in bed, tossing the indigo haired woman onto her hands and knees, while channeling the merest amount of Kurama’s old ferocity to claim Hinata as his. Yet, somehow, regardless of how much she climaxed and convulsed around her beloved’s cock, a sidelong glance from a rugged civilian practically melted her mind the following day.
Gulping audibly where she sat, Hinata slowly, carefully eased her wooden chair an inch backwards, easing up onto her feet while attempting not to sway her chest whatsoever. Her breath, ragged and warm, spilled forth through the faintest crack between her luscious, pink lips, causing Sasuke’s eyes to follow her every movement carefully, which in turn only made the former Hyuga heiress’ legs weaker.
His eyes, mismatched and gorgeous, staring her down as they were, made the most vivid of all fantasies erupt from the very depths of Hinata’s mind, making her chest jiggle whilst her back arched itself ever so slightly. At the furthest reaches of her mind, Hinata, imagined though it was, was all but naked before her visitor, exposed in her entirety… though the mere thought only drenched her nethers all the more.
Arising from the chair as she did, the Hyuga’s mind continued to race, envisioning herself as naked as she would be upon Naruto’s arrival to their bedroom that evening. Upon her hands and knees, head lowered with her hindquarters pressed up into the air, a blush upon her cheeks from the mere thought of offering herself to a man. Although, with one hand pressed down against the tabletop for support, the former heiress’ pale eyes swiveled up to meet not the gaze of her husband, but rather the curious stare of mismatched eyes.
In the blink of an eye, the visage within her fantasies shifted, and the loving smile that so often adorned Naruto’s lips whenever he entered their bedroom to see his wife without so much as a scrap of clothes was replaced by a pair of thin, albeit confident lips. Blonde became black, blue became mismatched, and whether Hinata wished to imagine it or not, her pale, imaginative eyes now stared down upon the raven haired man whose eyes appeared to stare through her sweater where she stood.
This, of course, was only present within Hinata’s own head. Seated across the table as he was, Sasuke Uchiha’s gaze wandered back and forth, drifting first up to send an appreciative nod in his hostess’ general direction, before swiveling off to the side. Family pictures were within his line of sight, as were the various toys and tools that lay scattered throughout the living room floor; courtesy of Boruto, the raven haired wanderer had no doubt. Yet, when Hinata’s left palm fell down to rest upon the surface of the table the two were seated beside, the wanderer’s mismatched eyes swiveled back upon the former heiress’ body, zeroing in upon the glistening between the housewife’s thighs, while taking particular note of the way her chest jiggled with each and every breath.
Naught more than a moment of time had passed since her palm fell down to rest upon the tabletop for support, but in that moment alone, a myriad of thoughts and vivid images had flown through the former heiress’ mind. Steadied though she was by her instinctive motion, Hinata Hyuga’s cheeks were all but set aflame by the scorching fire of embarrassment, pushing herself away from the table on shaky legs.
Between the small, square dining table that sat upon the center of the living room floor and the hard oak countertop that stretched on from one side of the room to act as a barrier of sorts, the walk was as brief as was possible. Nary a moment of time had gone by before Hinata’s left hand fell down to rest upon the smooth countertop whose surface had been oiled an exuberant amount to avoid tearing, nor did it take much more than another step to bring her into the aisle that was her and Naruto’s kitchen. While smaller in size and stature than what could be found in the depths of the Hyuga clan’s estate, merely gazing upon the interior was enough to make Hinata smile, albeit faintly.
For every step the former heiress took however, her legs continued to quiver and wobble, threatening to give out as she stammered forward, utilizing the hand placed firmly upon the countertop to her left for support. With her slender back now turned towards her guest, the indigo haired woman allowed her luscious lips to fall agape; her tongue practically lolling out as the mere thought of being walked in on, naked and drenched in sweat upon her husband’s bed, was enough to make her pristine pussy quiver and weep. An immoral thought, she was aware, but one that made the temptation to withdraw into the safe confines of her bedroom seem all the greater.
Only a handful of steps remained before the former heiress would reach the primary kitchen counter where an old, albeit traditional clay kettle of tea simmered and puttered atop a heater; only a few steps before the heiress would be permitted to rest and regain her bearings…
… yet, no sooner than that thought crossed her mind, the scenery ahead began to shift, spiraling around and downward at a frantic pace as, with a pair of wide, unblinking eyes, Hinata Hyuga’s legs gave out from arousal alone.
That was, until her descent slowed, and the now ominous edge at the corner of the countertop slowed its ascent towards her forehead. A radiant warmth, gentle and serene, stretched on from along the former heiress’ side, pressing up against the fullness of her chest in what felt akin to a tactful maneuver to the housewife. Appearing as silently and wordlessly as when he had stood beside the wholly wooden doorway that separated Hinata Hyuga from the outside world, the raven haired man that was her visitor tightened his grasp around her waist and chest, slowly, carefully raising her up until her feet resided upon the hardwood floor anew.
“Careful there,” his voice, as deep and dark as the endless night, swept out across the Hyuga’s right earlobe, sending forth a rush of goosebumps across the entirety of her body. “You’re burning up.” The next words were laced with an ounce of… worry, Hinata vaguely noted, though not before subconsciously leaning back into the tight embrace of the man behind her back.
Eyelids, long and serene, fluttered up and down wildly where she stood, slowly lowering themselves with each and every sporadic blink until a motion from below made her heart hammer away within her chest.
The arm that had so graciously wrapped itself around her waist to slow her descent wandered skyward, held far enough away to avoid so much as bumping into an ounce of Hinata’s curvaceous form, while remaining close enough for Hinata herself to feel its ascent. Higher and higher, the appendage moved, ascending further and further until, with Sasuke’s head naught more than an inch away from Hinata’s ear, the hand moving skyward pressed itself against her forehead.
“Mm… no fever.” Sasuke hummed from behind, his onyx colored eyebrows furrowed together into a deep groove, twisting his right hand around so that the back of his hand was what pressed down against his hostess’ forehead.
Eyes screwed shut, heartbeat fluttering away at a speed unlike that of the fastest shinobi, Hinata Hyuga sank her teeth into her bottom lip to stifle a whine and a moan. The warmth that was his breath tickling the nape of her neck, the sensational heat that scorched her through her clothes, the faraway hammering of his heart, echoing through the former Hyuga heiress’ breasts akin to that of a wall of dirt being shattered into nothingness… each and every moment that passed them by sent her mind careening into the darkest depths that were her fantasies.
Only then, with his chest pressed up against her back, with the back of his hand resting upon her forehead, did Hinata Hyuga do what had once been unthinkable to her young, innocent self.
Without so much as a fraction of hesitation or control over herself, the indigo haired housewife arched her back and pressed her respectably plump hindquarters, held captive by a pair of darkly tanned booty shorts, into the apex that was the groove between Sasuke’s thighs. The reaction, as instantaneous as she had expected it to be, was nothing of the sort. A stillness followed, the hammering of her heart within her chest rang through the air akin to a silent scream, and with her teeth pressed down into her bottom lip, Hinata Hyuga ground her rear back and forth, gyrating ever so slightly with a crimson colored blush blatant upon her cheeks.
“F-fuck me…” She muttered forth, a meek, barely audible tone of voice, hidden beneath a ragged gasp of a breath as her thighs rubbed themselves together uncontrollably. The words she spoke were not often released, though nary a fragment of her soul would ever dare to refute the truth found amongst them.
A moment passed, a second stretching on into the vast, limitless eternity that was the annals of time, moments fluttering past at an intolerable lack of speed. Amidst the thunderstorm that was the hammering of her heart, Hinata pleaded with herself, prayed to the kami above, that the raven haired man behind her would do anything but flee. That was, until the self-same warmth that had practically scorched her back from the moment he had caught her in the midst of her fall began to slither down along her clothed front.
“Is this why the dobe wanted me to come so quickly…?” Sasuke, lament found clearly within his voice, let loose a low sigh, lowering the hand that had previously tried to measure the heat radiating off of Hinata’s face. There was no answer to be had, nor had he expected one, for the woman held tight within his embrace was as fragile as a leaf quivering in the wind.
As quickly as his hands had enveloped her, safeguarding the former heiress’ body on its way towards the countertop ahead, so, too, did his palms descend towards the waistband that was the gap between the heiress’ shorts and sweater. Gone was the subtlety and courtesy she had been afforded upon his arrival, gone was the kindness that lingered within his eyes when Hinata had originally served him tea, for in their place, only a malice, deep and encompassing, remained, enrapturing the entirety of Hinata’s meek plea in a singular, sweeping motion.
Sparing no time to dally on the pleasantries of foreplay, Sasuke Uchiha, a stern expression upon his face, accepted the request that had been whispered outward into the emptiness of the kitchen space. His left hand, wrapped tightly around the indigo haired woman’s chest, relinquished its hold, freeing Hinata from his tight embrace for no more than a moment before a rush of cold air washed out across her form. In a singular motion, the violet colored hoodie that so often adorned Hinata’s form rushed skyward as if on the command of an invisible hand of air, rushing upward at a pace that, when the bountiful curvature that was her breasts was exposed, Hinata herself could do little more than gawk.
Up and over her head, the garment was torn, tossed aside with unceremonious splendor in a way that, as the cloth fell down to rest upon the very top of a nearby chair, a hand, malicious and greedy, found itself placed atop her right breast, sinking its powerful digits deep within her soft, pillowy tit.
Proud though she was of the progress that had carried her onto the very centerstage of the Fourth Great Ninja War, Hinata could do no more than blink her pale eyes, widen them when her sweater had been removed, and arch her chest when her breast was all but molested in return. Decades spent training, heightening her senses, chasing after both the love of her life and her brother in arms, not so much as a blur of motion had been caught by her ever attentive eyes.
Her luscious lips, pink and plump, were wide agape, letting loose breath upon euphoric breath of air as the fingers digging into the supple flesh of her right breast tightened their grasp. Coarse and rough, kneading what the only other man to have seen her naked would have softly caressed, molesting her bountiful breast without the verbal permission that was so often required for her and her husband to commence intercourse. The motions were forceful, demanding and degrading all at once, and with naught more than a hand upon her chest, Hinata Hyuga pressed her thighs together and came, gushing her plentiful juices in a way that made the forefront of her tanned shorts grow damp.
“So eager to cum, aren’t you?” The deep and dark voice she had overheard moments ago resounded outward, accompanied by a chuckle that was nothing but humiliating in ways that made the former heiress’ spine tingle. His hand had done no more than grasp and squeeze her breast, but she herself, legs soaked and shorts damp, had climaxed from naught but a handful of touches.
It was a rhetorical question, one that did not require an answer, for regardless of what Hinata herself thought or said, the truth was as blatant as the arousal that trickled down along her inner thighs. She craved this, to be claimed and taken, used and fucked…
… on more occasions than one, she had requested this very treatment from Naruto, though the blonde had replied with an ounce of uncertainty, claiming that he would never be able to think of her as anything but a gorgeous woman. The man behind her back however, saw her as anything but a woman.
“Undo your shorts.” The voice commanded, a menacing tone reverberating forth that warned Hinata that, if she so much as dared to fight back, her sweater would not be the only thing to fly across the space that was her and Naruto’s living room.
With hands trembling from the raw, unadulterated emotion that coursed through her veins however, Hinata complied, gently at first, fumbling with the singular button that held her shorts in place, before slowly unzipping them as well. For the briefest moment, the Hyuga housewife awaited another command, pleading and wheezing where she stood in the hopes that this, alongside the hand whose rough grip would surely leave a set of bruises upon her porcelain skin, would not be the end.
‘More~’ Hinata thought, a deep desire pleading for more of what the man behind her back had to offer. When no new demand came however, the heiress wiggled her hips, hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her shorts, and slowly, as seductively as she had seen a handful of her friends behave during missions and ventures into the local nightclubs, the indigo haired woman in heat pulled her shorts down while elevating her plump, bubbly butt away from the groin of a man that was not her husband.
Only then did he react, the hand upon her right breast intensified its grip, and with her head thrown back, eyes wide and lips agape, did his next command materialize in the form of a physical motion. His left hand, once stagnant with its resting place beneath the former heiress’ bust, sank down towards her newly uncovered groin, pushing past the material of her shorts that had been flirtatiously tugged down until his fingers, nimble and accurate, found their place atop the little nub that was her clit.
A shinobi was the epitome of arduous training and experience, forged in the fires of hell itself, borne into a world of discriminatory warfare. As a product of countless battles and civil wars, Sasuke Uchiha prided himself on his inability to be affected by others, alongside the nerves of steel required to carry out the harshest of missions in this new and peaceful age of mankind. When faced with trials and tribulations in the past, the raven haired shinobi had carried himself with an air of unyielding determination and confidence…
However, faced with the challenge that was the writhing woman leaning back against him, even the facade that was his expression of serenity and eternal calmness cracked beneath its seductive charms.
Letting loose a ragged breath of warm air, Hinata’s pale eyes instinctively rolled skyward, quivering underneath the relentless assault that was the image the two of them doubtlessly represented. A married woman, faithful and innocent to all who saw her from the outside, in the arms of a man whose form was adorned by a jet black cloak. Situated in the middle of the first floor as they were, Hinata, when faced with the reminder that anyone could walk past their house at any given point to peer through the large, spacious glass sliding doors that separated the front porch from the living room, couldn’t help but squeeze her eyes shut.
“U-upstairs, please…” Her voice spilled forth, a meek, quivering mess of syllables, accompanied by a tone of utter embarrassment from the mere concept of being seen.
When her legs tried to move away however, to pull aside and guide the raven haired gentleman whose mere presence had driven her to such obscenities, the hands that found themselves upon her chest and groin refused to budge. Eyelids flying wide agape, luscious lips parting ways, Hinata Hyuga could do little more than gawk when, as a stark opposition to her own request, the raven haired man behind her back instead spun the two of them around; twirling from one side to the next until, to Hinata’s eternal embarrassment and excitement, her pale eyes stood face to face with the shimmering reflection that was the two of them, as seen by the sliding doors.
Echoing through the cozy, comfortably warm air within her household, the sound of rustling cloth bounced off of the walls, accompanied by a meek yelp as the final barrier of clothing that safeguarded her modesty fell down towards the floor; leaving Hinata Hyuga, the former heiress and potential matron of the Hyuga clan, naked for all to see.
“No underwear?” The voice mocked her from behind, a fact that was blatantly known from the moment her sweater had come undone, but to hear it aloud still made the curvaceous woman freeze. Opening her mouth as if to mutter out a response, a reasoning behind why she had foregone the safety of panties, or the rigorous protection of a bra, the only sound that spilled forth was a soft moan, spurred on by the fingers that now openly caressed and stroked the dripping slit that was the entrance to her womanhood.
Eyes rolled skyward, breath coming forth as ragged gasps, Hinata steeled her nerves for what would doubtlessly come next. Behind her back, past the threshold that was the warmth of her current companion, the sound of rustling cloth arose anew. Hoisted upward, the indigo haired housewife could have sworn to have felt something hard sliding up along her plump butt before-
“Oof-” In a flash of motion so blindingly fast that the heiress herself could do little more than grunt, the scenery ahead changed. Gone was the comfortable, albeit embarrassing silhouette of herself in the arms of another man, gone was the view of a bright, sunny day in the village she adored, for in their place, the hardwood floor beneath their feet came careening up into her face. There was no subtlety in his motions, no care for her safety or comfort in the way that he moved, only a directness so sharp that the indigo haired matron could have sworn to have felt it pressing up against her back a moment beforehand.
Stumbling forward, her decades of training to be the best kunoichi that she could be kicked in. Her hands arose, reaching down to subdue the motion of her fall, whilst her knees straightened out as to not absorb every ounce of the impending shock. Pushed forward as carelessly as she had been, Hinata fell, landing on her hands and knees upon the floorboards, staring outward upon the street with a bewildered shock clear within her eyes. There, roaming naught more than a dozen feet away, one of Konohagakure’s many civilians sauntered past; arms raised up above their head, eyes wandering back and forth in search of something out of the ordinary, all the while admiring the architecture of the village.
Somewhere in the very depths of her depraved mind, the Hyuga realized that, had she remained upright for a moment more, then the man beyond her household walls would have surely seen her nakedness in all its wondrous glory.
The faintest ounce of gratitude swelled forth from within the depths of her bountiful bosom, and the thought to thank her guest for safeguarding her modesty when she herself was far too blinded by arousal to act rang forth. Yet, when Hinata turned her head to the side, luscious lips agape with a word of gratitude upon her tongue, the sight that met her pale, innocent eyes was not at all what she had come to expect.
Thick and throbbing, protruding out from the very pinnacle of a pair of black shinobi slacks, capped by a tip so engorged that the beads of translucent liquid that trickled out from its tip did little more than make it seem all the more menacing. Before her eyes, the slacks were pulled down a tiny bit more, eased downward so that a pair of balls so engorged that a pair of apples would hardly do them justice spilled forth. This was truly, undoubtedly the sword of the last Uchiha, though the analogy itself helped little in regards to the way that Hinata’s eyes remained locked in place.
A second passed, a small eternity with naught but the sound of her heartbeat hammering away within her chest, before at long last, the thick, throbbing shaft that was her would-be lover’s cock pulsated once more. Stared upon as it was, the cock pointing out from atop Sasuke Uchiha’s groin swelled, practically doubling its girth in a manner of seconds, while a solid vein stretched out along its underside; bearing with it yet another trickle of translucent liquid, a liquid Hinata had been taught to be a sign of arousal.
From his place behind her back, Sasuke stepped forth, placing one leg on either side of Hinata’s hips, while reaching downward with his hands. Her back arched, her bountiful breasts pressed themselves down against the smooth surface of the hardwood planks, and as she so desperately tried to follow the advance of his cock, the deceptively powerful grasp of a pair of hands enveloped her wrists in a manner of seconds. No words were exchanged, no pleasantries or requests for permission were required, for in that singular moment, as her raven haired assailant lowered his thighs in a way that brought the very tip of his dick against the dripping slit that was her pussy, Hinata Hyuga’s breathing hitched…
… then released itself from within her lungs alongside a squeal of pain and pleasure alike. Relentless and unforgiving, the request that had slipped free from her lips a few moments beforehand, to be fucked, was fulfilled.
The very tip of his dick slid down, forcing its way past her lubricated lips that led to the depths of Hinata’s womanhood, before sinking deeper, rendering any and all resistance meaningless. Although, whether she dared to admit it or not, whatever resistance she could have put up would have been for naught at that point in time.
A singular thrust was all it took, a downward jab of his hips with her hands locked up in the tight embrace that followed. Echoing forth throughout the space that was her and Naruto’s living room, an audible squelch, the sound of her drenched pussy being pierced, reverberated outward, accompanied by a subtle grunt as Sasuke drove his hips down- and upward.
On her side of things however, the reaction was immediate. From the moment the tip of his engorged cock had pressed itself down against her eager womanhood, to the moment she now found herself in, invaded by the cock of another man, Hinata Hyuga was in a state of ecstasy. Throughout the weeks and months spent experimenting with the bedroom arts, only a handful of thoughts had driven her to such heights, though chief amongst them were the fantasies of being claimed and used, bent over and toyed with for someone else’s amusement. Each and every night spent dreaming of such events was accompanied by the chore of changing the bed sheets, much to Naruto’s eternal amusement, which in turn made her pussy drip with arousal anew.
Casting her luscious lips wide agape, Hinata Hyuga moaned, letting loose a frantic array of groans and moans alike as her womanhood was speared and stretched wide. A single thrust was all it took to make him bottom out, bringing with it a cacophony of noises that Hinata herself wished to never hear again, though her lover did not end his endeavor there. No more than a second after reaching the very depths of her womanhood, the raven haired Uchiha withdrew his hips, tugged upon Hinata’s wrists in a way that made her back arch, before slamming himself in to the base so that his bloated balls swung up and clapped themselves against Hinata’s creamy, unblemished thighs. Only then, with his balls resting firmly against her thighs, did Hinata’s breathing hitch anew, though the ruthless pace of the man behind her did not halt there.
Time and time again, their hips collided, with Sasuke’s pace increasing for each and every thrust. In a manner of mere moments, his hips were a blur, retreating, thrusting forward, then burying himself to the depths in a way that made Hinata’s back arch, before repeating the process.
Rolling her eyes skyward with each and every thrust, Hinata’s luscious lips fell wide agape; pearly white teeth quivering as her pristine pussy, caressed and made love to on most nights, was abused. Utilized as naught more than a plaything, a disposable toy for a man to cum from, the indigo haired woman couldn’t have been happier. The smile that stretched out across her gaping lips was, albeit uneven, one of utmost joy. A fantasy fulfilled, a treatment obtained, a means to banish the boredom from the depths of her heart-
“I’m will cum inside of you~” That was, until his voice rang out anew, strained from his exertion, but still haunted by the devious, dark chuckle that sent waves upon waves of goosebumps out across Hinata’s form.
Amidst the sound of hips clapping up against a taut, toned rear, the words hung loosely in the air, vaguely flowing through Hinata’s ears as the cacophony of moans and cries muffled all other sounds until, with her eyes as wide as saucers and her tongue rolling out to drool upon the floor, the true meaning reached Hinata’s arousal fueled mind.
She wished to scream, to plead for her lover to do anything but that singular thing, but as soon as the words registered within her mind, an uninvited image found its place there as well. An image of herself, as naked as the day she was born, discarded upon the living room floor when her husband returned; her face twisted up in a mask of delirious pleasure with a fresh, copious creampie oozing forth from her distended, gaping cunt. The image alone was enough to make her toes curl and her fingers clench, though no more than a moment thereafter, an audible clap and a twinge of searing pain solidified the image within her mind.
Crying out as loudly as she possibly could, Hinata Hyuga, the pride and joy of the modernized Hyuga clan, rolled her eyes all the way up into the back of her head, letting loose a scream so loud that, before her neighbors or the passers-by on the streets could hear her, it became a silent scream of bliss. Seizing up and clenching down around the blasphemous intruder that plundered her pristine pussy, the indigo haired matron came, her back arched as far as it could, her pink nipples rubbing up and down against the hardwood floorboards, while her pussy quivered and wept, leaking its arousal onto the floor with wanton abandon.
On his side of things, crouched down behind his spontaneous lover’s back, Sasuke’s eyebrows furrowed together no more than a second after his newfound lover arched her back. To call her pussy anything but tight would have been an affront to the world of women, but the moment she came, the moment his cockhead bumped up against the very depths of her womanhood, it was nothing short of constricting. Torn asunder was the defense he had erected to survive the test laid bare before him, for in no time at all, the first ripple of pleasure coursed through his veiny cock.
The first jet of cum to gush forth from his tip was without a doubt the largest load he had let loose in months, painting the moaning, writhing whore’s womb white in mere moments. A second rush followed quickly thereafter, accompanied by a third and a fourth, plastering Hinata’s womanhood in a way that made her already delirious expression deepen. Gone was the perpetual blush that had plagued her since her days of youth, for in its place, only a contortion of pleasure and bliss remained; an expression that, as Sasuke continued to thrust his cock into the depths of Hinata’s underused pussy, would be forever locked up within his mind due to the memorization of the Sharingan.
Rearing his hips back when it felt as though his orgasm had begun to die down, Sasuke all but yanked Hinata’s arms backward, forcing the former heiress’ back to arch while putting her bountiful breasts on perfect display. There were no passersby outside, nor any actual risk of being walked in on as far as the conditioned shinobi was aware, but nonetheless, he thrust his hips into his whorish lover with enough force to bump the tip of his dick against the entrance to her womb.
However long the two of them had remained like this, with Hinata’s face slouched down atop the hardwood floor and Sasuke, still mostly clothed and crouched down above the princess of the Hyuga clan’s shapely rear, neither one truly knew. On his behalf however, when the final trickle of cum had been deposited inside of her snatch, the raven haired shinobi let loose a ragged breath of air.
Straightening out his posture where he stood, Sasuke paused, shuddered as his now half hard dick slid free from Hinata’s once pristine pussy, and glanced around the room in search of something, anything to utilize as a cloth to wipe away the excess cum that drenched his cock. When no rag came into view however, and with his partner’s wholly unresponsive nature, the raven haired shinobi settled for the second best thing, leaning over ever so slightly to fish up the booty shorts that had adorned Hinata’s hindquarters no more than an hour beforehand.
“I’ll come by again sometime,” he muttered aloud, allowing his eyelids to flutter shut as his right hand stroked the length of his cock with the shorts-turned-rag. “At least spare me the trouble of wearing clothes next time.” Stepping over to the left, the lone wanderer of the Uchiha clan glanced down with the sole intent of returning his cock to its resting place within his slacks. That was, until the view that was the indigo haired housewife met his mismatched eyes.
Motionless, without so much as an ounce of modesty remaining to cover up her nakedness. Circling around so that his feet resided naught more than an inch away from the Hyuga heiress’ face, Sasuke sank down into a crouch, raised an eyebrow, and reached a hand down into his left pocket to fish out the object he disliked the most.
Before the woman whose features were locked up into a perpetual state of bliss, the gentle, not so subtle sound of a click rang forth, accompanied by a small flash of light that would forever befuddle the wanderer’s mind. Another click followed, another flash was let loose, and as the battle hardened shinobi circled around to press the cellular device between the would-be heiress’ creamy, lightly bruised thighs, a third click rang forth as a final indicator of a picture being saved for the foreseeable future.
Only one more objective remained for the wanderer now, though as his mismatched eyes fell down upon the woman, bereft of so much as a scrap of clothes with her nethers exposed, a separate thought came to mind. With a peculiar set of seals formed by his two hands pressing themselves together, a puff of smoke burst forth from the side, adding a second set of eyes to the mix with a clear purpose shared between the two of them…
Mission Report
The faint sound of tapping reverberated outward from the center of an enclosed space as nimble, bandage shrouded fingers danced across a keyboard linked up to one of the two computers laid out across its owner’s desk. Beams of light, white and brilliant, shone down from a lamp stretched out to highlight both the screens and the thousands of documents that had gathered up throughout the span of the afternoon alone, overshadowing the pile of already handled files and requests that only ever grew smaller as time moved on.
This was the heart of Konohagakure, the source of the blood that flowed through the veins of every shinobi specified network in existence, the very stepping stone of what allowed both the students at the academy, as well as every active shinobi within the village’s roster to prosper as they did. The resources that flowed down onto a document held captive within a computer screen were of a nature that, if exposed to the general public, would doubtlessly bring with it repercussions beyond belief.
Heaving out an audible sigh, the owner of the hands that had done nothing but flow freely across the keyboard removed them from their appointed task, raising his arms skyward to let loose a yawn.
Gazing out upon the office space that was the round room belonging to the Hokage, Naruto Uzumaki stared on wistfully, a myriad of thoughts racing through his mind as quickly as he himself could leap from the tiled roof beyond the windows towards his own home.
“How was she?” That was, of course, until his acute senses picked up on a detail that most Jonin were liable to miss. The shifting of space, a slight drop in the room’s temperature, alongside a soothing, albeit haughty presence that had driven him mad over more than ten years by that point in time.
“Very hospitable.” The newcomer’s voice rang forth, deep and dark, but oddly… chipper, Naruto absent-mindedly noted. “Here.”
Blinking his eyes rapidly, the short haired blonde Hokage raised a bandaged arm, catching an oblong object that had been thrown towards him from the side before turning his ocean blue eyes upon the raven haired man that now stood beside a couch occupied by one of Naruto’s more tardy clones. Dispelling the clone in the midst of a nap with a simple nod of his head, Naruto set his sights upon the object within his bandaged hand; a phone, plain and simple, an eerie dark purple in color to better blend in with the environment that was its owner’s pocket.
“You still don’t know how to use these, do you?” The blonde haired Hokage snickered faintly, recalling the innumerable times his friend had been unreachable due to one reason or another. More often than not, it was the simple fact that his friend had forgotten to charge his phone, despite utilizing the Lightning style for a variety of other things.
“Just send the pictures to yourself and get it over with.” Replying with a curt, albeit slight smile upon his pale, symmetrical face, Sasuke Uchiha watched on from the sidelines as Naruto flipped the phone up, tapping a handful of buttons to find the gallery before…
“Wow!~” Letting loose a loud whistle, the blonde haired Hokage’s eyebrows shot wide agape, staring down upon what Sasuke had procured no more than a few minutes beforehand. “You really didn’t hold back on this one.” Although the question was accusatory in its nature, neither the blonde nor the raven haired shinobi had any doubt as to what went down from that point onward.
Hidden beneath the heavy oak desk that had followed the Hokage Tower since it had been rebuilt in the aftermath of Pain’s attack, Naruto’s left hand fell down, cupped the now swelling bulge within his pants, and despite having a visitor seated no more than a few feet away, ogled the images that were of his longtime friend and rival having his way with his curvaceous wife.
A handful of minutes passed, with nary a trace of awareness on Naruto’s behalf. His focus, Sasuke noted, was squarely fastened upon a single image, one that, as a master of Shadow Clones, would surely spark the blonde’s thirst for more.
“Does Thursday night sound good for round two?” Naruto asked at long last, a lecherous grin upon his lips, even as Sasuke merely rolled his eyes in turn. Were it not for the fact that his friend was so preoccupied, then Sasuke, tempted by the darkest of temptations, would have seen no harm in informing his friend that the second round had already been carried out with a now cum leaking Hyuga left unconscious upon their hardwood floor.