It's hard to think in the middle of sex. The most prodigious brain atrophies to basic levels, leaving animal instincts to dominate almost completely. Some people unleash violence. Others indulge in levels of submission more typical of a slave than of someone free to choose. There are those who like to give or receive punishment in undesirable proportions. Others extol the worst of their excitement, by the mere uniforms worn by the couple in question.
That particular night, Naruto Uzumaki couldn't think of anything….
It was not logical or advisable to lose your sanity like that. Not only as a man, but also as a Hokage and the leader of a troubled Shinobi village. Maybe it was the sake intake. Perhaps the surprising initiative taken by his wife Hinata. Or surely, the inclusion of that second woman in the bed of the Uzumaki couple, was what prevented Naruto from knowing what would happen the day after. Or already put, in the next 10 minutes.
At the time, he was just a terribly aroused man. Lying on his back in the center of his bed, at the mercy of two women harassing him because of his partial blindness. He only listened to Hinata's orders, and the moans of both females who seemed hungry for sex. The other female only mechanically obeyed each indication. With exciting servility.
-Naruto-kun! ...- Hinata screamed, dropping the weight of her hips on her husband, sinking deeply into her member and starting to ride him hard- I am… I am at last!
Naruto didn't know what to feel. His wife was acting too freely on the humanity of her husband. And to top it off the other woman, she spread her thighs wide and settled on the blond's face to leave her intimacy at the mercy of the man's mouth.
"Lick it all over Naruto-kun ..." Hinata ordered him as she kept riding him, "that body is all yours." You have the right to own it.
The blonde took that comment at face value. He adjusted her arms to capture the thighs of that mysterious woman, and he dedicated himself to drinking from her as if a honeycomb were about her. He made her moan, forced her to scream at the intense pleasure he was generating. Likewise, her fine sense of smell gave him clues about the identity of that female. He before he had felt that body perfume. He just had to identify it. Just that, in the middle of the most exciting night of his life.
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Melancholy was not part of his mood ...
Uzumaki Boruto waited sitting on the bed in his room at the leaf hospital calmly. For days he had searched the hidden sectors of his mind for the best way to solve the main problem that was coming. It all had to do with Sasuke Uchiha. It was necessary to remove it from the play in order to clear the board, and be free of complicated issues.
The why?" It was defined. The Root had nothing to do with this. Neither is the safety of his family or his duty as a ninja in the service of the Hokage. The Why? Was simply desire. He not only wanted to avoid Sarada-chan the fate of a queen bee, eternally giving young. But in addition Boruto admitted wishing the woman the property of his enemy. He wanted to eliminate that subject, to make the woman he wanted with all his might, a widow and available. Just that one, who were making an appearance at that precise moment:
"You've finally come ..." the blond just smiled, somewhat relaxed to see her, "for a moment I came to think that she was going to have to endure loneliness. By own hand.
Such a vulgar comment would generally have produced a rejection of Sakura Uchiha. But he had spent the last two hours in his private office. Fighting the most basic instinct that she bluntly commanded him to give in to temptation. When she left her house in the afternoon and for reasons that only Kami-sama could explain, she had added to her work bag the sexiest set of underwear she owned. Even her makeup box was on board. Even knowing perfectly that he was exclusively regulated in the hospital, the impossibility of abusing face paintings on the staff. For the past two hours, she struggled hard to explain to herself the reason for her nakedness under her doctor coat. She was as if an unknown and evil being, he had dictated Sakura's actions, during the past hours of that night. Some kind of woman, who had nothing to do with herself. Someone inside her. An internal Sakura that he had not listened to for many years.
"I've only been here for a while ..." the woman told the room forward, securing the door with a key after she entered.
They both knew it wasn't true. Boruto thought of nothing more than to make love to that woman until his strength was exhausted forever. He cared very little if someone found out about them, and even less that his father finally found out. Nothing could do the Hokage, or any other subject to stop the avalanche that among other things, would end with Uchiha Sasuke finally dead. As for Sakura, though his own words dictated that of a woman forced to come and seriously determined to stay the bare minimum. The actions prior to her entering her room were quite forceful in terms of understanding her final intention.
First, he did not have to worry about the ANBU surveillance that during Boruto's first days of internment, they had protected the area from every possible point. The boy would leave the next day, and all had been relieved of his service when they learned that he was no longer convalescing at all. Later, Sakura made sure that she was solely in charge of doing the night rounds in the hospital sector where the Uzumaki boy had his room. To finalize her maneuver, she asked the nursing staff not to disturb her under any circumstances, because she would remain in her office all the time beyond the hours where she would check on patients in care. In short, she knew that she had a lapse of at least 6 hours to disappear from the face of the earth, without being claimed or missed in any way.
Ino Yamanaka, was the best friend of hers. And she the only person that she knew for sure, what that night Sakura Uchiha was going to do in the hospital. At first, she did not approve. But then she ended up understanding the situation for what it seemed. An exchange, in the quest to save Sarada. And it is said "what it seemed", because Sakura did not dare to confess to anyone the sad reality of her soul. Although it seems incredible, even if it was forbidden and wrong. She lusted with every fiber of her femininity for Boruto Uzumaki. After so many years, someone had become the absolute master of her intimate desires. And she just wanted to feel like a woman, even if she was going for the last time.
-And good? She - she consulted her sensual she approaching slowly to the bed, wearing a white jacket with the two upper buttons open, and a skirt of the same tone so short, that she made most of her long legs show - do you like it? do you see?
What she was seeing was a woman with soft curves wrapped in a semi-open jacket and a very short skirt. White stockings, hooked with garters. Black lace underwear, being the only thing Sakura had underneath that sexy robe. She was made up, and her lips were slightly brightened. She could produce a cardiac arrest, and then cure it. Interesting combination.
-And what I still don't see as well ... -the blond smiled at her, patting the side of her bed to encourage her to come closer -Tonight you will help me heal my ills. And then I'll do the same for you.
-And if someone finds out? –Sakura placed one knee on the bed giving a great show of her body to the young man lying there- have you thought what would happen if your father knew?
-I've thought about it… -the blond smiled amused-But I've also had time to read carefully about ancient clans and other trifles.
-And that because it would have something to do with ...?
"All at his time," interrupted the blond, while he stretched out his hand to touch the woman's pink hair, and then lay back quietly, "we must not lose tonight with meaningless talks."
Something was happening, and Sakura sensed it. Usually, the boy would already be taking control of her, subjugating her. But right now he was being totally passive. He was just still there, leaning back with both arms behind his neck. It was not common for him to be so patient. Not so relaxed.
-Should I be the one in charge tonight? Sakura smiled without being able to contain it, crawling over Bolt's body and remaining on him face to face- maybe you can regret it.
-It is not convenient for you that he dies yet ... -answered Boruto confidently- I would rather say that you wish otherwise. Whatever else happens, it will be fun.
She wasn't there to argue that point. But feeling in the sheets, that the most important part of the Shinobi lying under her, she was rigidly willing to reciprocate. So she did what she wanted to do. Let her imagination fly. Allow her instinct to dominate.
-You have total freedom ... - the blond entertained with the rose outfit encouraged - in a hospital, it is always advisable to do what the doctor says. Will Sakura-chan be able to give me control treatment? I want to see if I can bear this delicious torture.
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It had already been a couple of hours since the whole thing started ...
Naruto had received authorization to remove the blindfold that he had on his eyes. A Hinata outside of herself, she had exploded into a great orgasm as she screamed that he could free himself from her blindness. Naruto had had enough poise to sneak in the question when it culminated, succeeding in his task of regaining his sense of sight. And great was his surprise when an unknown Hanabi Hyuuga, mounted on him to replace her older sister in the ride, with all the anxiety that Hinata had shown, about an hour ago.
-Hanabi? She –she managed to ask Naruto without fully understanding how she had reached such an incredible situation.
-Naruto-sama… ..Naruto-sama….-Moaned the brunette stunned, as she dropped her hips on the crucial point to achieve penetration- Fuck me too… ..Kami…. Naruto-sama has to do it to me too!
It was hard to think in the middle of sex. Reasoning what should or should not be done from a political or moral point of view was out of reach for Naruto that night. He simply smirked excitedly and grabbed the woman by the waist to whip her hard on powerful ups and downs. He made her scream out of sheer pleasure and abandonment, while a sleepy Hinata watched the situation lying at Naruto's feet. Her husband looked happy, he was enjoying the situation like crazy. It was the first time in a long, long, long time that both her sister and her husband shared a room without trying to tear their eyes out of each other. It was the first time, where Hinata felt that she could do something to achieve peace between the people she loved. Her old family, and the current one. Like the ying and yang signs joining together perfectly.
She must she be jealous? Should she be worried that Hanabi might be more exciting to Naruto than herself? All those questions came to her mind as she caught her breath. But none of her instincts made him seem like those questions, like something to worry too much about. Her nipples brushed against the sheet and ached. They were very tense, in need of the hard handling of her husband. Explode one more time. Explode a lot. Explode with her Naruto, and make him very happy.
For the first time in a long time, she didn't feel that irritating apprehension in her heart. Hinata had long suffered from that hidden truth. That night where Kiba had taken advantage of her weakness. She didn't even remember the feeling of her sex with her former partner. She was too drunk that night in question. But the next day's pain, guilt, and sadness put enormous pressure on her heart. It took a long time for her to be able to look Naruto in the eyes of her again. And even more, to try to stop that addiction to sake that had been at the same time, the origin and way of dealing with her problems. The alcohol had thrown him into Kiba's arms, and it also gave him the hardest moments of guilt. It was a double-edged sword.
"Hanabi ... get off ..." Naruto ordered a little nervous, because he could see the end of her coming - I tell you to get off me!
-Onee-sama…. ONEE-SAMAAAA! –The woman replied screaming uncontrollably while she did not allow Naruto to take her away from the pleasure she felt.
Hinata reacted, getting on her knees and close to her sister took her by the shoulders. Hanabi was begging him to give an order, and her older sister got up with the express mission of doing so. Naruto thought that her wife would help him get her off of her, but Hinata's gaze dictated that she was very different from that sweet and tender woman ever. She had a very strange and attractive domain fire.
-Don't stop… .Hanabi-chan…. -Hinata said with a firm voice- you have to receive everything from your Hokage.
Hanabi didn't stop at her movement, blindly obeying. Naruto didn't understand anything, but his body had already lost control and there was no turning back. She could only notice Hanabi's pleased smile when she dropped her hips with incredible violence on him, and everything turned into a loud scream. A dull explosion that could not be stopped for a long time. The blond's arms went limp, he was totally surrendered to the sensation. And she even forced him to close his eyes gently, as he spilled himself inside the Hyuuga leader. Until the end.
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-Well, well ... someone has come with a lot of appetite ... -said Boruto amused, while he enjoyed receiving a monumental blowjob- does the doctor want to start by sucking all the poison?
Sakura hadn't hesitated to jump on him and jerk him off. She liked the thick, salty taste in her mouth. She liked the sensation of shudder that she produced in that man, and moreover in his own body. But it made her shudder even more, this new perverse game where she had to totally control the situation. She was dressed as a sexy doctor, and she had for her own pleasure an 18-year-old with the extraordinary character energy of the Uzumaki. It had been months since everything had been lost from her previous life. Sakura was very aware that everything was upside down in her surroundings. She had a lot to do with Boruto Uzumaki, but to be honest with the guilt part of her, if she had started a clandestine relationship with Naruto, everything would invariably have turned in the current situation possibly. Or maybe it would be worse.
-Tonight… .- she told him taking it from her mouth, although she used her right hand to shake it hard- it will be the last. It can never happen again.
"You promised to be mine ..." the blonde reminded him, smiling.
"I was desperate," the hairy woman answered, "but we can't keep doing this if you go back to Sarada." Think about it.
Boruto didn't say more. Actually that wouldn't be a problem when the Uchiha Sasuke thing was over. After much thought, the solution came from his Root training. He knew what he had to do to win. And at the same time that also gave a solution to the rest of the issues that could be loose. Ino and Shikamaru with their flashes of allies or enemies. His father with a possible volcanic reaction to Sakura's situation. His mother and her sister who would undoubtedly suffer, but would be safe. Everything led to a single battle plan, and even Sakura would end up thanking the maneuver in due course. Boruto was sure of it.
-Last night then ... -Bolt kept smiling without moving- I hope you can take advantage of me at ease. Since it will not be repeated.
Sakura couldn't help but shudder at those words. Why? Why had he given in so easily to that foolish request? Didn't he want her forever? Wasn't that the reason for risking his life with a guy like Sasuke Uchiha? Sakura didn't know what to think. She must be glad to get what she had come for. A good night of sex, and agreeing never to see each other again. Boruto was for his daughter. Boruto was for Sarada. Sakura's time to love and be reciprocated had passed. Now she was only the third in contention, now she was just a totally uncontrolled woman, who had stolen something that she did not belong to. That she was never going to belong to him. As she almost always she only had a reflection to the current situation, keep all her frustration inside her. Silence what she wanted, in favor of the happiness of others.
"But tonight ..." Sakura said defiantly, who smiled, riding on Bolt and moving her hips over the member pressed against her clothes, "you are mine." It may be the last, but I assure you it will be unforgettable.
She only had that left. Pretend that everything was below her calculations. Pretending that she only wanted sex and she was not desperate to believe that love could exist. Perhaps it would only be a silly illusion to believe that a young man like Boruto could want to love her beyond the physical. It was just lust, just that. Bolt could never love a woman who could be his mother by age. Sakura was never going to be loved. Never like Naruto ever did.
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Although it seemed incredible, Naruto could continue….
His body faithfully responded to the caresses, the provocations, the tactile requests of two Hyuuga women in a state of deep zeal. He was giving sexual pleasure to both his wife and his sister-in-law who did not seem to have any trace of resistance to the matter. Right now, Hanabi was on Hinata, kissing her in a crazy and passionate way, while Naruto kneeling behind her, did nothing but burrow into her in a savage way.
Naruto had her by the hips of her, and in dog position he did not stop penetrating her as if there was no tomorrow. It was a feeling of wanting to tear her into the middle of her, to break her erotically until Hanabi could only think of the Hokage's penis, and nothing else ever. Meanwhile, the very slutty moaned and complained about the deep penetrations, but she did not stop exchanging furious kisses with her tongue to her now older sister-lover of hers.
What was happening? Had the lust of those women been unleashed by some unsuspected matter? Naruto didn't know what to think or how to feel. Only his body urgently demanded that he use that opportunity to the fullest. That he discharge all the energy accumulated over the years without use. That's right, the great Hokage of the blade was a man overwhelmed by his desire. Many times over the years, he had wondered if it was normal for him to fuck her wife for whole nights, then leave her exhausted and hers still feel incomplete. What was that feeling? Was it that he didn't love Hinata? Was it that he did not find her sex with her satisfactory enough? That feeling accompanied him for months and years. He always felt incomplete.
-NARUTO-SAMAAAAA NARUTOOOOO-SAMAAAAAA-Hanabi claimed that she rhythmically moved her body to the rhythm of the thrusts, apparently she was about to reach an orgasm for the fourth time that night- NARUTOOOOOO-SAMAAAAAA….
She came, and boy did she come! It was as if Hanabi's entire body was reduced to the level of a girl. The entire cavity invaded by Naruto, soon narrowed as if she was willing to break his member of hers. Like a mighty glove, closing like a death trap. Naruto still managed to contain his own outburst. It would also have been the room for the blonde.
-Onee-sama….-Moaned Hanabi softly, spread over the voluptuous body of her older sister, with her face between her breasts-more… .I want more Onegai.
-Don't worry ... -Hinata smiled barely hugging her and moving her to one side of her, while she got on her knees in front of her husband, panting for her-my lord husband will never give up. Right Naruto-kun?
Naruto settled on his own knees, he felt like he was being "drained" by those women. Which, far from worrying him, was managing to satisfy him to unsuspected limits. It was at that moment of the night, when he saw her wife lying on her back open her thighs to invite him to come, that he wondered about his own actions in his past. Perhaps as a containment mechanism, perhaps to avoid having too many orgasms and somehow not being up to the double challenge. Both Hanabi and Hinata seemed especially needy tonight. And mentally the man had to take care of him otherwise he wanted to be given up before his time. In those thoughts, at the same time that he leaned over Hinata to penetrate her and move on her, Naruto was reviewing the last months of her own mindless actions.
For years, he had been well and satisfied with his life. He had married a woman that he loved, and that she loved him madly. And he had a family, a matter he had wanted from his earliest childhood. Hinata was an ideal wife. Never a complaint, never an outrage. Hinata Uzumaki was the center of her family, the reason her children were polite and upright. The world seemed simple next to Hinata. He just had to be a husband, equal to his perfect wife.
But something started to happen. Maybe work, maybe obligations or certain nights where he couldn't make love to his wife as he would have liked. Sometimes whole days went by without sex. And Naruto never had the heart to claim more from Hinata than she was willing to give. He always had to remind himself, that only he was an Uzumaki. That only he was a jinchuriki. That only he had half the power of the ancient sage of the six paths in his body. He had energy to spare. He never really felt tired. And when he discovered the wonders of sex with his wife, he learned that this activity, although sometimes demanding, was immensely more satisfying than exhausting. At least for him.
Hinata on the other hand, was a normal woman. She enjoyed making love to her husband, but she didn't seem to need him badly every night. In addition, there were periods of pregnancy, and those certain days when the woman is not in the mood for such things. Due to work, obligations or perhaps routine, little by little the couple stopped being intimate regularly.
Naruto began to lose track of his memories of her, as he was more concerned with anxiously sucking on her woman's nipples while he made her scream in a way that there was no precedent. Hinata didn't hold back, and Hanabi wasn't exactly thinking of missing out on the easy fun. Since after a few minutes, having taken a little nap next to the marriage, she was hugging the back of the man trying by the means that her instinct gave her, to gain some attention for her as well.
-Naruto-sama ...- the Hyuuga leader moaned in her ear- I need more semen. It has to be for me… ..Onegai….
As the livid Hokage took total control of his mind, being on the edge of a powerful orgasm made him realize that Hinata's face was as lost in pleasure as he felt himself. She couldn't even speak, she just opened her mouth to scream as she let her husband use her body however she wanted. Like an object, very hard and hot. She was wide-legged and vulnerable. She was not resisting him in any way.
-I'm going to come ... -it turned out to come out of Naruto's hoarse voice- I'm going to fill you whole Hinata-chan ...
"Do it Naruto-sama…." Hanabi encouraged behind her ear "I want to see how Onee-sama screams like crazy with pleasure." And then she… it's my turn again.
The fiery look from his wife gave him the go-ahead. As if she really needed authorization, or was even asking for it. Perhaps the violence or lust in her heart had awakened like the flames of hell. Nothing else really mattered. Only the intense smell that the bodies emanate. The sweat, the heat, the delicious friction imposed by the center where the meat met; as if she had been one forever.
And Naruto couldn't think of anything else….
Just continue to the end. Just spill into his wife, and then take his sister-in-law until she is completely sated on both of them. He was going to use them, in every possible way that he knew of. If something new occurred to him in the process, he too planned to use them to test it. They wanted sex. They wanted war. And by the Kami of the heavens that Naruto Uzumaki, seventh Hokage of the leaf village, was going to give them to him that particular night.
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Sakura mounted on Boruto with slowness and dominance ...
The boy was still lying on his back on the bed. He watched the woman sway on her hips, rising and falling slow but powerful. She had removed her underwear, and completely stripped Bolt of clothing or sheets. Sakura had only the white jacket on hers, her body, open and allowing the subdued young man under her, to observe her belly and the cavity of her between her breasts. The situation was too hot.
Boruto had experienced many things with that woman, but he had never seemed appropriate to allow Sakura to have total control of the situation. The first few times they were together, it was evident to the young man that Sakura Uchiha was too fascinated by being her dominated by her partner. He had to do with her marriage specifically. On a sexual level, Sasuke had never cared to be in charge of anything. Of course these were just speculations in Boruto's thinking. But he had the impression that Sakura enjoyed being "taken" a lot more than just having to do everything in the relationship. However, even if on this particular occasion it was the woman who was riding him at will, that did not mean that Bolt was passive and frozen to his attentions. He had to show Sakura that he was at her mercy of his own free will. And that he enjoyed it.
-My doctor seems to take the treatment in stride… .- he gasped, trying to make her voice sound firm, although she struggled with the deep ride she suffered- maybe… huummm… ..that… is….
-Shut up ... -she ordered him starting a rhythm cadence, something faster- tonight you will be mine.
"Then she stops making me sleep ..." Bolt provoked, smiling barely. "You don't seem to know how ..."
-That's what you want ... -sakura said to him, ruffling her hair with one hand and raising her face to the ceiling of her trying to keep her own pleasure at bay -I want me to ... ahh ... .aaah ....
Boruto started raising his hips to get deeper. He merged with Sakura's movements and tried to penetrate deep. Far from offering resistance, she accommodated her own fall to be consistent with the union. Her buttocks slammed hard against his hips. He touched her breasts lightly, he wanted at any cost to show that he was not feeling in heaven. But it was impossible, since he burned like a bonfire. Sakura hated being up on sex. She or she at least she had learned to hate him with Sasuke. Very different was this situation when it was Boruto Uzumaki who was with her. She now she had an unmistakable sense of power, not cold passivity in her lover.
-Oh Kami Bolt ... .- she moaned stunned, although she did not stop riding him- I'm going to come if you continue like this .... Stop moving, let me aah! ... let me move.
The he stopped the movement of her hips, he still did not touch her with his hands and pretended that it was Sakura herself who requested it. He wanted to hear her beg for simple touches. That woman was his for one last night, she wanted to take an unforgettable memory of that.
Sakura Uchiha, bah… just Sakura Haruno. What time trap caused him to be born so many years after his ideal woman? Why was Boruto sure of something, if Sakura and Sarada were sisters, he would undoubtedly have been inclined to possess the hairy girl. That woman managed to drive him crazy just by sighing.
Sakura felt her change as the young man stopped moving, so she decided to lean down a little and rotate her hips to achieve a more complete penetration. Her hands began to explore the blond's torso, very firm and worked. Her blue eyes that devoured her with anxiety. What damn luck was she to have found that insatiable lover in the young man her daughter loved? Again, should she give up desire and love in favor of someone else? They were very painful questions to be asking in the midst of that great pleasure. She wanted to drive him crazy, she should control him and not the other way around. But at the same time it seemed oblivious to the pleasurable, simply being the one to act without response or collaboration.
-Touch me ... Why don't you touch me? –The woman ordered anxiously, without stopping moving over him- I need you to caress me Bolt.
-You look too sexy about me. He smiled at her, although he was clearly very excited. I like it when you release it was passionate rage. She hated seeing you all submissive and quiet next to that asshole Uchiha. You are a rabid female. -He said finally extending her arms and taking both breasts of the hairy with her hands-I love you very passionate babe. Sweet and hot little whore.
There they were again, the dirty words that made Sakura lose control. The rough caresses, but perfectly controlled. The need to feel under the sexual yoke of that almost adolescent. He had gotten used to it badly, and he liked it. She vibrated every intimate fiber of her being to be possessed to that degree. She had to accept it, Boruto Uzumaki knew perfectly how to drive her crazy. Why pretend she wanted to be the dominator? Better to appear vulnerable, to make him take the initiative.
-Bolt-kun… .no… ..we shouldn't… ..do… .aaahhh- she began to feel more joy when she felt him pinch her nipples, her intimacy contracted surrounding the young man's member- aaahhh… ahh…. not that!
-Yes, of course -the sweaty blond thought, and he sat down slowly until he placed his mouth on one of the breasts of his partner- ... you say things like "not that", and you turn on like damn hell.
-Kami can't be! Sakura thought exalted, while she felt her body leave him- I'm too hot! I can't come first! NOOO IS POSSIBLEEEEEE!
But she did, she moaned loudly and clung to the body of the young man surrounding him with both arms. She tried to contain the sensations of her biting his shoulder fiercely, but she only managed to harden her intimate area more, and feel that the room in that room began to spin like inside a tornado. And to add insult to injury, a pair of the blond's devilish fingers began to poke at his anus anxiously. He attacked her on both fronts, while with her mouth he did not stop sucking one nipple and another alternately. So that first orgasm, in a few minutes gave way to the second. And Boruto did not waver in her character to continue prodding her forever.
"Again ..." Sakura moaned in a thought, as she noticed that Bolt had started to move under her again, "again he moves and does not come out of me. I'm going to die ... he's going to kill me ...
-Come here… -the blond suggested taking her chin with one hand and leading her to a kiss- I don't care if you're the sexy doctor in this little game. I can't stay still when I have you near me. I believe that you will be the one to dominate me in another life. Not tonight.
That said, he thrust her tongue deep into Sakura's mouth and gave her a championship gag. The hairy girl suspected that no one had ever kissed her in such a wet and exciting way. He seemed to want to choke her instead of a simple kiss, and it was only a brief interlude before taking her by the waist of her, restarting her movement with more firmness and determination. Boruto wouldn't settle for a simple fuck. Maybe hours would not be enough.
Some time later, when Sakura's body did nothing but obey the blond's hands, he forced her to get up and leave it, only to turn her towards the exit door; sitting her down on him again. Sakura experienced two sensations in one. The first was that she was manipulated like a puppet, and the second that the puppeteer knew very well what she was doing. She now had Bolt wheezing on her neck and back, while the boy's hands alternated between encircling her and massaging her breasts, or squeezing her butt as if she were trying to knead a loaf of bread with that material. . All that exciting work, while a huge and venous penis of hers made her travel towards the stars with each thrust.
It was too much, it was all too good, drawn from a sexual position that Sakura had not liked at all years ago. But she was seen that tonight, she would be there to change her opinion on that. It had just been a matter of fucking the right man. Again like that fateful night of the obscene clothes and the fake video, Sakura experienced the peak of pleasure; a while after believing that she would be in control. She simply did not have it, someone else owned her sexual desires and exploited them intelligently.
Boruto came to her first run 10 minutes after her, he simply laid her face down on the bed, and kneeling over Sakura's position he was able to plow hard in anticipation of her end. He wasn't going to take it off her at all. If Sakura really enjoyed being the subdued part, Boruto had the same enjoyment fantasizing about getting that woman pregnant. Only the first night he hadn't come inside her. It was because of the chakra inhibitor. Boruto had wanted to avoid a problem with it. But from having Sakura's entire disposition, well he had taken advantage of having a Kunoichi doctor in her hands. He never worried about getting her pregnant again. What's more, he wanted it insanely.
"I'm going to come Sakura ..." he announced panting, "I'm going to fill you up like my seeeee!"
And he did. Without her doing anything but screaming at the sensation. The woman's face against her mattress, and the feeling of having her totally vulnerable to continue working. The night was just beginning. He had waited too long to see her again. If it had to be the last night, it would undoubtedly be to clear all overdue wishes.
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He turned on the shower faucet, not even caring if the water was too cold or not. it had been too many hours, a long time since all the fuss in the matrimonial room began. Her mind was calm. Strange was that this happened after having had one of the most impressive sexual experiences of her life.
Why did Hinata do it? Why is his wife always so shy, introverted, demure; Did she decide right off the bat to put Hanabi Hyuuga in the marriage bed? His own sister from him? Was she real her?
Perhaps Hinata had never been jealous of other women, but she would definitely never have been expected to have a threesome-related sexual fantasy. And even more, that he made it so passionate.
Naruto had enjoyed it like never before. He was very aware that he should thank his wife for it. But politically speaking, it was a huge problem. Precisely the leader of the Hyuuga clan, a family that was suspected of attempting both Bolt and Himawari. She had shared that bed with the devotion of an erotic slave. What had happened that night that everything changed that way? Why had Hanabi submitted to a man she had clearly despised before?
-good morning Naruto-kun….
The blonde saw his wife enter the shower. Hinata was grinning and looking totally relaxed. It was as if she herself had lifted a huge weight off her back. She seemed guilt-free, and very satisfied.
-hehehee ... I'm all messy ... -she smiled amusedly and she clung to the blonde's back letting the water fall on both of them- but I feel incredibly good.
-Hinata-chan…. What happened last night? –Naruto consulted him without stopping soaping his chest- I don't understand anything. That you were so ... and on top of that you have put another woman in our bed.
-did you like it?
There was silence. Naruto couldn't think of an honest answer that didn't give away that big "of course!" that he felt. The issue was not sex. But the consequences of all that.
-Hinata-chan… .we shouldn't have done this… -he said turning around and hugging her tenderly- I have no idea how you've managed to convince your sister of everything, but the situation can get very…
"Everything will be fine," she replied quickly, and raising her face, she placed a kiss on the lips of her husband. "At last we can be united, and in peace."
-United? United with the Hyuuga? - Naruto was totally confused.
-Hanabi will be the way to achieve peace ... -Hinata pointed out- I'll take care of everything. Trust me.
Naruto didn't know what to think. It was the first time he had seen such a decisive move in his wife. It was the first time he had noticed her involved in family affairs, in her relationship with other parts of Konoha. He asked her for trust. How not to give it completely from her? If Hinata had never failed him. Even in the Boruto and Himawari affair, where those hidden Byakugan who generated all the trouble, were diligently trained by her mother. Was that the issue that she Hinata promised to resolve? Support Hanabi so that the entire Hyuuga clan does not persecute the Uzumaki?
-Last night, what happened… -Naruto whispered seriously- will be just because…. one time? Was it just a night of drinking?
Hinata had thought a lot about that question. In her soul, she was supposed to be on hand with Naruto if she ever allowed him to take Hanabi. It was a form of payment. A method to clear her debt for Kiba's disgusting act. But right now, Hinata couldn't see this situation with any honor or whim. It was simply what she as a family member and protector of the Uzumaki clan had to do. What both as husband and wife should do in the future.
-Your body Naruto-kun ... -she said in a whisper in the middle of the hug- there is no tension.
Naruto knew what that meant. He understood his own body but was surprised that Hinata had also noticed. It was true, the tension in her own skin from hers had completely evaporated. Now there was only Naruto Uzumaki, accompanied by his wife, in that cold shower.
-What did you do with Hanabi-san? –Asked the blonde barely, after a few minutes where he allowed the wife to separate from her and soap her back- she was….
"She was punished…" Hinata announced in a voice so harsh that Naruto was shocked, "for allowing the Hyuuga to try to kill our children." And now he's presented his peace offering. It is my lord husband's turn… to accept it.
There were no more words. Naruto kept having questions that in the following days he would continue to ask. But Hinata Uzumaki, had made the main question very clear to him. He would no longer allow the situation between clans to pass him by. He would actively participate, and find a method to prevent the Hyuuga from attempting to regain the exclusivity of the Byakugan for his family. With the passage of time, Naruto would also find out everything related to the hidden part of the negotiations between clans. A game of darkness that as the leader of the nascent Uzumaki clan, he should one day perform. Sooner or later. For better or for worse.
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In the hospital room, everything was quiet….
Sakura fell asleep lying on that bed next to Boruto, for at least half an hour, at the end of the exhausting and rewarding "medical visit". And they stood next to each other. Embraced and silent. Boruto rested around Sakura's body with her left arm, while her right one did not stop caressing the woman's shoulder with a feather softness. She more sideways, with her face using the blonde's chest as a cushion, and looking at that door through which someone could enter and discover everything.
But he was not afraid, he was no longer afraid of anything. She neither to be discovered, nor to feel like a woman, to nothing at all. Just the memory of Sasuke frightened him. What this man could do to them, what he was willing to do to his own daughter. Disgusting.
-How much time left? The young man asked softly.
"Not long enough ..." she replied as if to make it clear that they could not restart love affairs without seriously putting themselves at risk, "half an hour to go, pretend that I wasn't in here all night."
-A crazy and uncontrolled night ... - Boruto smiled just looking at the pink hair spread under his chin-is worthy of being the last.
There was silence. There were many reasons to consider that that night before was officially the last they would be together. They both knew that the odds were totally against future love affairs. Not only would Bolt be discharged, and locked up in the Uzumaki house until the Hyuuga matter was resolved. But later, he would have a determined encounter with one of the most powerful warriors in the world. And the chances of getting out alive were slim.
Sakura wanted to say something. One certain thing that will change everything between them. They had gotten off to a very bad start that clandestine relationship. Hate and forced sex. Blackmail and rancor. Betrayals and dark passions. But despite everything. Sakura couldn't forget that every time and every time, she felt sexually desired and pleased. That Boruto acted to protect her family, and incidentally he wanted to warn Sarada what could happen to her because of Sasuke's sinister plans. And now that boy was going to expose his life to save them both. From the manipulations of a bastard with too many resources and luck in his life. That she had a thousand chances to go the path of good, but she never chose to take it.
"I'm going to defeat him Sakura ..." Boruto whispered that he knew of the concern she had, "it doesn't matter if you don't love me anymore afterwards." I'm not going to let him put a single finger on Sarada-chan.
-That's not the problem ... -she said turning her body and raising her face she looked into his eyes- it's not that she doesn't want all this. I can't believe I'm saying this… .but I want you too.
-But…?
-Look at me Bolt…. -She said with some reproach- do you think I'm going to see myself like this in 10 years? Just with a jutsu maybe. Do you think the village will accept this relationship? Do you think my daughter will forgive me if she finds out? We are crazy. You for thinking you can fight Sasuke, and I for believing you. Everything is insane. We are going to die, or at least to lose. We can not do anything!
She took advantage of the impulse of her frustration, and she sat sideways on the bed to begin dressing. She searched for her clothes more to avoid looking at him than anything else. What else could she say to her so that she would understand? That boy only thought with his desire. He had no idea who he was going to face or what would happen to both of them if all of Konoha knew they were lovers. He had no idea of anything! He just kept moving forward without thinking about anything! He was, in a way, the son of his father.
Boruto had sat up on the bed, letting his bent knees act as armrests. He watched her get dressed and hoped for something more. They would surely have at least a short conversation about what he would do to finish off Uchiha. Or maybe not, but Bolt hoped at least to see a single sign of satisfaction in her. Let her smile when she said goodbye to her, at least give him a beautiful gesture of complacency. He couldn't tell her how he was feeling about her. Everything would get even more complicated.
But Sakura, far from thinking about how to escape the room, kept a phrase on the tip of her tongue. She wanted to let go of her, at the same time she was resisting it. But certain words from Boruto the night before, had been burned into her memory. "last night", something very bad could happen. He will win who wins.
"I want to help ..." she finally told him with an effort.
-As you say?
"I said I want to help Bolt ..." Sakura insisted "Sarada is my daughter, and I am not going to allow that cretin to rape her." I know ... - she rubbed her eyes with some frustration - I know that I can't fight someone like Sasuke. I am untrained in combat, and although I could find a way to get ready, I cannot defeat him with my strength.
-That's where you're wrong babe… -the blond smiled making her look at him- your abilities are much more useful and dangerous than you imagine. You only need what I have left over ... and if you help me, together we can win.
-What are you talking about? He made her smile even though she didn't understand why, maybe a birth of hope, what abilities do you mean? What do you have to spare that can be useful to us?
-Surprise ... -said the blond calmly, she felt a shudder of satisfaction- I may not have the power of my father, but even so ... I can be the best Shinobi ... in surprising people.
End of chapter.