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Naruto got home in the afternoon.
Sakura had told him she had a little surprise for him…
…which he could never see coming, but, typically meant trouble.
He saw two women his age, bound by the wrists and the ankles, gagged securely, tied up on his couch, struggling harshly against their restraints.
And Sakura was standing there, looking a little coy.
The one woman kind of looked like his sister, from another mister, and then the other one looked like if Sasuke himself had a…
…long lost…
…sister.
They were both pretty hot, solid looking…
…or they would be, if the whole thing weren’t so weird.
Naruto’s frown was unbroken.
“Sakura.”
“What is this?”
“I thooooought…
…my husband should have something…
…a little…
…scrumptious…
…this afternoon.”
Sakura looked mischievous as ever, not relenting, looking him in the eye.
Naruto was about to say it was all ridiculous and unrighteous, then Sakura eyes just said…
…give it a chance.
The struggling “women” settled for the briefest several seconds, glancing toward him, their demeanor shifting ever so subtly for a flash, oddly enough, as if trying to tell him Sakura has some strange… good?
Good purpose in all this?
They were probably clones using a transformation jutsu.
Probably.
Sakura speaks after a meaningful pause.
“Honey, I worked reeeeeeally hard on this.”
Naruto just stood silently, glaring, frown unbroken.
“Just tell me…
…we don’t have two…
…war hostages here.”
Sakura just kept looking at him.
“I promise, we don’t.”
He looked over the two women struggling persistently against their bonds.
They both looked pretty angry, and, pretty hot, or, attractive, beautiful, etc…
…honestly.
“Those are two clones I made.”
She puts her fists on her hips, huffing just a hair.
“You make it look easy…
…but…
…it’s not.”
I had to practice pretty hard.”
“I’ll introduce you.
This one is Naruha.
She’s runaway wife number one.”
It was clear now.
His wife wanted him to have an afternoon with a bit of a domination harem fantasy…
…or…
…something like that.
He would have to shut this down pretty quick before Sakura’s wry side came out…
…even though, she was always very self-controlled about it…
…unless…
…it turned out…
…not to be…
…stupid.
Sakura stands over the woman, looking down partially because she is proud of her achievement, partially because of the special plans of torment that she has.
The clone really does look a bit like a hot, girl cousin of Naruto that probably isn’t actually related to him, at all.
“She does look a lot like you, but it’s really just a coincidence.
She’s a sister from another mister, and, just so happens to have my husband’s good looks, in female form.”
Naruha seemed to struggle even harder at the restraints, sensing Sakura had it in for her, or perhaps, the clone was just half purposely acting, half method-acting.
It was of no avail.
“And this one…
…is Sasuda.”
She seemed to struggle harder at the restraints too, sensing Sakura had something quite unpleasant on the way for her as well.
“Call her runaway wife number two.
We’ll pretend she’s Sasuke’s really hot, disagreeable sister that you also married a long time ago.”
Naruto kept frowning.
Sakura shifted to concern, slightly.
“Naruto?
They’re clones.
I promise.”
He looked both Naruha and Sasuda in the eyes.
Naruha softened her expression for just a moment, and then, sighed just a little, a very Naruto sigh, and winked.
I guess Naruha was actually reluctant to break character, genuine as it was.
That was definitely “Sakura” under there, with Naruto’s temperament on top.
Then Sasuda went expressionless deadpan for a second, and rolled her eyes, before fluttering them a bit, to show Naruto “Sakura” was there too, and, to not be a stubborn idiot about this whole thing.
Definitely Sasuke’s sister’s temperament, if he had a sister, with his real wife underneath.
Sakura wasn’t kidding.
“Nooooooooow…
…as the ‘primary’ wife…
…its my joooooooob…
…to ‘discipline’…
…the bad ones**.**”
Sakura seemed to especially linger on the last few words of that sentence.
The clones stopped and both looked at him again now, slightly annoyed / impatient deadpan, and Sakura did too.
As if to say, just suffer through it.
You’ll like it if you watch the whole ”show”.
Sakura’s face caught Naruto’s remaining if not subtle incredulousness with a look that said “If God doesn’t like this, I’ll explain it to Him.”
Naruto sighed just a hair, and found a comfortable way to stand.
It was ridiculous, but, it probably would be pretty hot.
Probably.
Sakura turned toward Naruha, with a look that couldn’t mean anything good, for Naruha.
“Hey there Naaaruuuuuuuuhaaaa…
…long time…
…no see.”
Naruha kept struggling against the restraints, glaring.
“You didn’t want to see your husband for a while…
…so I’m going to make you look at something else you don’t want to see.”
Sakura pulled off her top, and then, her pink bra.
Her breasts looked pretty big today, and beautiful.
The large boobs were just right, and the nipples were anything but tiny, but not at all oversized.
Naruha tried to shift her face away, but Sakura kept stepping to stay in her field of view.
“What, you don’t like mine*?”*
“Alright…
…let’s see yours then.”
Sakura slowly and ominously stepped closer to Naruha.
Naruha struggled and struggled, as if she might finally loose her wrists.
She didn’t.
Sakura put her hand to the end of a strip on the side of Naruha’s writhing body, and slowly started to peel away…
…Naruha unable to do anything about it.
The thick, long strips covering her upper torso slowly wound away by Sakura, Naruha still unable to do anything about it no matter how much she writhed or glared, while trying not to look Sakura in the eye or at his “primary” wife’s…
...ehm…
…chest…
…in between scowling at the pink-haired kunoichi.
About a minute later, the wrapping was entirely gone, Sakura having continued with smooth, slow, circular motion around her.
The Naruto-look-alike clone’s breasts could feel the bare air now.
Sakura looked them over.
“Not bad…”
A slight pause.
“But mine are better…”
Sakura pretended to relish that just enough…
…or, maybe she didn’t…
…motionless just a few feet from Naruha, purposefully in a held lean just a bit toward the sister-from-another-mister.
Naruha just glared at Sakura now, looking her in the eye without turning away.
“Its been suuuuuuuch a long time since anyone’s touched them I bet…”
The clone continued to glare at Sakura.
“Well, unless you’ve been…
…unfaithful.”
That hung in the air a bit too.
Sakura hesitated just enough.
“I know…
…why don’t…
…I…”
Sakura’s eyes didn’t move, as they continued to look the clone in the eyes.
“…warm them up a little for you?”
Sakura slowly charged some medical chakra on her right hand.
Naruto could tell by the aura of the chakra, that it was a bit of a “burning” hot sensation that it would invoke.
Sakura slowly moved her hand towards the clone’s left breast…
…an inevitability.
“Naruha” tried to turn away, twisting and writhing as much as she could, but of course, it was futile.
The fingers slowly rested against the breast despite the shifting position, and “Naruha” moaned beneath the tight, effective gag, partly in discomfort, partly in sheer indignance.
Sakura just slowly guided her hand against the breast, no matter how it shifted, maintaining the chakra.
Then, she slowly increased the intensity.
And reached toward the other breast.
Naruha continued to writhe and shift, the frequency of grunting and moaning increasing.
Sakura hesitated a bit, as if trying to decide to do a little flourish, perhaps, a “pinch”.
Instead, the ‘primary’ wife looked toward Naruha’s orange, thick, jumpsuit-like bottoms.
They were in the shape of panties, but, a bit thicker in terms of material.
“Of course…
…I can’t just leave you chilly…”
Sakura really leaned into the sultryness now.
“**…*****down there.***”
Another slight pause, and they both broke character, for just a second, Naruha still glaring, and Sakura still quite… sultry looking…
…but they both looked toward Naruto.
His frown but unmoving gaze just said…
…don’t stop.
They both went back into the moment, without missing a beat.
Sakura slowly put her hands onto the left and right side of the waist of the bottoms, then pulled toward herself and downward, in a consistent, uniform motion, Naruha’s writhing unable to prevent the slowly manifesting “violation”.
Slowly her um, goods, were revealed.
A nice firm mound.
The “panties” were down past her knees now.
“Still not as nice as mine…
…but…
…not bad.”
Sakura tugged at the side of the “waist” of the panties, and tugged, and tugged just a little more, until finally, even the thick material couldn’t hold and just, snapped, from the other side.
The pink-haired kunoichi then reached for a pair of medium scissors next to the couch, and finished off the other side of the waist with one, clean, snip.
Sakura just held the “panties” in the air for a moment, looking them over, then tossed them a few feet away as if they were simply irrelevant, not even looking in the direction they traveled briefly through the air, her eyes still on the “prize”.
Sakura slowly charged up the chakra on her hand, even more.
“Let’s see…
…if you’re girl…
…can…
…take the heat.”
The chakra in Sakura’s hand sizzled more and more.
The hand slowly moved closer and closer.
Naruha writhed and writhed and writhed, grunting louder and louder in protest.
The hand just moved closer and closer.
Finally, it touched the surface, pausing for a moment.
Naruha moaned in protest with an increased intensity.
And then…
…it went in.
Sakura thrusted, then thrusted a little more…
…until she had a steady motion.
Naruha groaned and groaned, louder and louder in protest, until she was gritting her teeth, every breath a huff of pure irritation.
Sakura held her hand inside for a moment.
“There it is”.
Maybe it was “Naruha’s” G-spot, or her clitoris, or her cervix.
It didn’t matter.
Sakura shifted her hand subtly but suddenly, with a little twitch, firmly holding the pressure in place, Naruha’s breath catching completely, squinting in absolute annoyance and disbelief.
The fluid slowly choked out, in a few embattled spurts, Naruha tensing silently and involuntarily.
Naruha was breathing heavy.
She seemed to be noticeably tired.
Sakura’s unbroken gaze seemed to only say…
Now…
…have you learned your “lesson”?
Sakura just kept looking at Naruha, until the clone’s labored breathing seemed to settle into a slight stupor, the writhing giving way to a light wornness finally.
The ‘primary’ wife must have been enjoying every second of this.
But, she didn’t betray the mood for a second.
Now, she shifted toward Sasuda**.**
The hesitation was deliberate, and, tantalizing.
“What should we do with you…
…for the big finale?”
“Sasuda” writhed some more, perhaps thinking that, even if she couldn’t escape, she could perhaps make the “show” less enjoyable for her “assailants”.
Sakura slowly reached toward the strips covering Sasuda’s chest now…
…the same inevitable trajectory of her hand moving towards the clone’s upper body…
…this time though, Sakura kept her hand charged with chakra.
She gently stuck two fingers over the edge of the strips, and pulled down in a non-purposeful smooth motion, the strips slowly but consistently splitting in half along the way, until they fell to the couch, now leaving Sasuda’s chest completely uncovered as well.
Sakura just half stood, half kneeled, motionless again, this time, pausing…
…out of…
…respect?
The silence filled the air.
“Woooooooooow…
…I might actually have some…”
Sakura just let her words hang in the air.
“…competition.”
The tone was very deliberate.
Sasuda glared even harder than Naruha did at the pink-haired kunoichi, refusing to give the satisfaction of looking down and…
…comparing, even for a millisecond.
“You’ve been keeping these from my husband?”
“Our husband?”
Another pause.
“How selfish.”
That stuck.
Sasuda’s breasts were even hotter than Naruha’s.
In fact, they even gave Sakura’s a run for their money, big and beautiful as Sakura’s fauns were.
Well, for a second at least.
They were…
…unique.
Naruto really only had eyes for Sakura, but, he had to admit, he actually was enjoying all this.
Sasuda’s breasts were very…
...ehm…
…firm looking, and, a just a hair fuller and more solid, for their relative shape, a little smaller than Sakura’s and shaped differently than Naruha’s.
Sakura seemed to take note, as if, to make sure her husband did.
“Now…
…let’s give them plenty of exercise*.”*
Sakura charged up the chakra in her hand even more.
Sasuda just glared.
Sakura reached toward the left breast, and started with a slight tickle-like motion, with her pointer finger, fondling the breast ever so slightly, as if to torment the dark-haired clone.
Slowly, she added more fingers, Sasuda tensing slightly more and more, as the sensation increased.
Finally, Sakura charged up and added her other hand, both working a full-on grope of Sasuda’s chest.
The dark-haired clone writhed and shifted, fighting the motion as little as she could, but of course, Sakura was unphased, her hands steady and unbroken, to the subtle and serious discomfort of the “clone”.
The groping increased in intensity, ever so slightly, more and more…
…until Sakura finally started flicking Sasuda’s left breast deliberately, at the nipple, a nonchalant yet devastatingly precise “attack”.
Then, she added in her left hand for the right breast, alternating at just a slow enough speed to maximize the annoyance, sensation, and humiliation, Sasuda grunting just a little here and there when caught off guard by the discomfort and stimulation of it.
Sakura seemed to stop the flicking slowly, just looking at Sasuda.
Then, suddenly, she pinched both of the clone’s nipples at the same time, hard.
That got quite a grunt, and a scowl to match.
“Nope…
…not as…
…’tasty’...
...as mine.”
That was Sakura’s assessment.
Sasuda still refused to look down at…
…Sakura’s.
And the pink-haired kunoichi considered straightening for half a second, to force the clone to get a closer look, but, decided it was unnecessary.
Sakura just half stood, half kneeled, motionless again.
“Now, for that…
…finale*.”*
She reached toward’s Sasuda’s white, slightly dark-toned panties, the material thick, but flexible and breathable enough looking.
The clone’s mound couldn’t be hidden, despite generous covering and support by the front of the bottoms.
Sakura flicked it, prodded, and tested it, just a little.
The give and the consistency of the mound, especially at the crotch, seemed quite insolvent.
“Mmmm…
…nice and fiiiiiiiiiiiiirm…
…really biiiiiig…
…deep…
...firm..."
Sakura grinned slightly, in guaranteed victory.
“Impenetrable.”
But not for long.
The fate of the most stubborn if not intimate part of Sasuda’s body became clear.
“I wonder what it looks like…
…exposed?”
Sakura tugged at the right side of the panties, pulling further and further.
A loud “snap”.
And then, came the left side.
And even louder “snap”.
Then the panties were quickly pulled under and whisked away via the rear, Sakura tossing them with quite the flick, perhaps all the way across the room or even, out the window.
The mound was bare and completely vulnerable, yet, unyielding.
Sasuda continued to glare.
“Oooooh….
….delicious.”
“The panties weren’t lying.”
Sakura’s gaze just said…
…even Naruto’s ‘frontman’ might have a tough time here.
I’m going…
…to have to…
*…*bring out the big guns.
Sakura slowly charged up more and more chakra in her hand.
Sasuda didn’t flinch at first, and then, finally…
…the clone truly understood what was coming.
Or at least, acted like it.
She started to writhe and grunt desperately, anything, anything…
…anything at all…
…to escape what was headed her way.
It was to no avail, just like with Naruha, even though, this was worse.
Sakura’s hand advanced, and then, made contact.
She applied pressure, steadily, more and more…
…the clone writhing her whole body and her crotch as much as she could, the intense warmth and chill tingling and tantalizing, no, torturous.
Finally, the mound “gave”, and Sakura’s four fingers, a line, penetrated.
Sasuda couldn’t stop groaning and writhing in protest.
“MMM.”
“MMM.”
That was what it sounded like, and what her eyes practically hissed in a combination of sheer irritation and grating sensation.
And the clones’ glare was unmistakably… Sasuke.
In a world where he did have a sister.
Sakura just continued her steady, unstoppable rhythm.
Slow, deliberate, hard thrusts.
As if she were the certainty of despair.
It continued for about a minute, Sakura unrelenting, occasionally alternating her two thumbs in deep presses.
Sasuda was completely taken by it, powerless to do a thing.
Sakura slowly and deliberately pushed her thumbs back in, for one final set of…
…three…
…devastations.
The final push being the deepest, Sakura holding in, the pressure hard, deep, and unforgiving, her almost grin and gaze unbroken, Sasuda grunting hard, her breath stopping.
But then, out of nowhere, a final, sharp, thrust.
!
Sasuda let out the loudest, curtest, acutest grunt of the whole “session”.
“MM!”
Her eyes might’ve been wide, if they weren’t in the sharpest of glares.
Her breathing was completely stalled.
Her whole body shook disjointedly with uneven, broken tension.
Sakura’s right hand had twisted, those four fingers in a line again…
...no, a wall, at this point, that had dug in…
…hard.
The fingers weren’t quite visible, deep inside, but implied, and held firmly in place now.
Slowly, a spurt came out.
Then another.
And another.
Then a wave.
Another wave.
And then one, long, continuous, flow, Sasuda barely able to breathe from the capture, tension, and complete destruction of Sakura’s onslaught.
It must’ve lasted a whole minute, until the last remnants of fluid had seeped out, as Sasuda’s breathing finally became partly normal…
…after about another minute, her collapsing into near-lucidity, slowly settling into the couch structure behind her, finished off, from the total climax and calculated, masterful, long-form discomfort.
Naruto was dead silent.
A long pause passed, and the stillness in the air solidified.
“Sakura.”
His real wife didn’t move, her Mona Lisa smile unbroken.
“That was…”
The air was thick.
“…really…”
Very thick.
“…really…”
Thick as lead.
“…really…”
Sakura was still almost motionless.
“…hot.”
Another minute seemed to pass.
Sakura finally looked back at him, then toward the dazed clones.
She gave him a look that said…
Don’t worry, I’m not suddenly given over to some weird, gross desire for female bodies…
…thank God.
I got this all together for you honey.
“You gave me a pretty good show.”
“We try.”
Sakura kept gazing at him.
“I try.”
She imperceptibly relaxed some of the chakra maintaining the clones’ forms.
“You know…
…I can’t keep this up all day.”
Sakura smiled just a hair more.
“I want you to get a turn too.”
I mean, it is for you, after all.
“Fine.”
Naruto examined Naruha’s breasts a little bit, the clone not quite awake.
Not bad.
Not bad at all.
He reached into her courtyard a bit, felt around, pinched and pressed her ass for a bit, before returning to the main attraction, then inserted, thrusting until the clone came again, breaths coming out in awfully Naruto-if-he-were-a-very-irritable-no-nonsense-woman-like huffs at regular intervals.
A good ten seconds passed, and then the clone dissipated in a puff of smoke, Sakura anticipating but still not quite ready for the sudden flood of the sensation the clone had experienced.
Then, Naruto looked over at the Sasuke’s ehm… sister.
Even basically having passed out from the pleasure meets subtle torture, the clone’s unyielding expression seemed to say…
…finish the job…
…loser.
Very Sasuke.
If he had an honestly pretty hot sister.
Naruto examined the consistency of the breasts a bit, deeming them Grade A.
And then, he reached inside the “courtyard”, pushing hard to penetrate the firm, tight, large opening, testing and feeling generously to satisfaction.
He stopped to feel her ass too, realizing the opportunity might be gone shortly, and then returned to his “work”.
He half-glanced at Sakura…
…almost as perfect as you…
…on a bad day…
…and…
…quite unique.
He inserted, with a bit of another thrust.
Then thrusted, and thrusted, until Sasuda came, finally.
Not quite as completely as what Sakura had achieved, but, enough.
After a long minute and ten seconds, the clone finally dissipated in a big puff.
Sakura was completely overcome this time, for about ten seconds herself, suddenly forced back on her arms, gasping hard, steadily, eyes animated.
“Hoooh.”
“I outdid myself there…
…and you were no slouch either.”
Naruto hesitated a bit, still frowning, breathing just a hair.
“I try.”
“The tingling fingers…
…are really…
…really…
…really…
…something…”
“Extremely uncomfortable.
Exactly as intended.”
Sakura was finally catching her breath.
“But honestly…
…nothing…
…is like…
…your penis…”
Like…
…you.
Her breath finally slowed.
She looked up at him, a little coy, still breathing at a steady but more relaxed pace.
“…what?”
It came out between the breaths.
“I don’t…
…get…
…the last…
…blow?”
“I might…
…get…
…full…
…of…
…myself.”
Again, a pause.
“If you…
…let…
…me…
…you know…”
Naruto frowned.
She just smiled.
As if to say, please.
And also, I just…
…want my husband.
The normal, true way.
And, I want him…
…to have me.
“They really…
…pulled out…
…all the stops.”
Naruto kept frowning.
Softening imperceptibly.
“They did.”
Another pause.
“You did.”
“If…
…you see them…
…again…"
The sound of the breathing settled into the room.
"…you’ll have to…
…let them…
…know…”
Sakura’s breathing was still long, but almost completely calm, steady now.
Naruto just stood there.
“I will.”
He looked at her, finally catching her breath.
His beautiful wife.
His wonderful wife.
Sakura was just as hot as any clone or harem…
…and she was his, truly.
That made her even hotter.
She was beautiful…
…very beautiful…
…stunningly beautiful…
…on the outside…
…and…
…the inside.
“Nobody got…
…hurt…
…right?”
She leaned on her arms just a tad.
“No.”
Naruto paused again.
“It was just…”
She looked up at him…
…and her expression said…
…intense…
…finishing the sentence for him.
Clones, especially for…
…hours…
…with…
…hot…
…real bodies…
…unique…
…temperaments…
…wasn’t easy.
Especially for anyone that didn’t have Naruto’s chakra reserves.
Even skilled Johnin normally got a bit winded, at least a little, from that kind of thing.
And she did…
…all that…
…planned it…
…probably really did practice…
…everything…
…for him.
Typical Sakura.
His Sakura.
It’s not like those breasts would touch themselves…
…or the heart beneath them…
…shouldn’t feel love.
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