A Few Hours Later...
The air was thick with tension, not the kind bred from fear or danger… but the kind that soaked into the skin and pulled at desire.
The moment Sarada stepped into the hallway of the Uzumaki home, she felt it.
Slap! Slap! Slap!
CREAAAK! CREAK... CREAAAK!
The sounds echoed down the corridor in rhythmic waves.
It was raw, violent, and animalistic.
And beneath it… were filthy moans.
Sarada's voice floated through the half-cracked door like a haunted melody—breathless, ruined, overwhelmed.
"Ahh—ahhh! N-Naruto-sama! N-not so deep—! You're… you're breaking me...!"
Sarada stopped in her tracks, knees nearly buckling from the jolt of heat that slammed through her core. Her breath hitched, and her cheeks flushed.
That voice, once so composed, confident, was now shattered into gasps and helpless cries.
And then his voice responded.
The voice was low with a rough edge, full of possessiveness.
"You love it, don't you? My good little slave, moaning like a bitch in heat while I rearrange your insides."
THWACK! SLAP! SLAP!
"Say it."
"Y-yes! I-I love it, I love your c-cock—ahh! T-take me… ruin me!"
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The sound of the mattress violently thudding against the wall followed like a war drum, keeping pace with their sins.
Sarada bit her lip so hard it almost bled. Her legs pressed together tightly, her hips twitching on instinct. Her heartbeat raced, matching the rhythm of the thrusts behind the door.
She was there to listen, to watch... to witness how the woman who would be her mother in the future was actually begging to be broken by her master.
Her inner thoughts swirled like a storm, dark and helplessly submissive.
I want that to be me… I want to be under him, broken like her. Claimed… used… owned.
Naruto-sama… Command me! I am your toy too. Your slave kunoichi.
This whole house… it's yours. You rule it. Every woman here exists for your pleasure.
Her fingers trembled as they grazed the wall, just to steady herself. Her panties were drenched. Her breathing came in ragged gasps. She imagined what was behind that door.
Sakura bent in half, her eyes rolled back, Naruto's massive form towering over her, his godlike body drenched in sweat and lust. He wasn't human anymore. He was a dragon, a god-king—and every kunoichi here… bowed to him.
Splat Slap!
SQUELCH~
Sakura let out a scream that melted into sobbing moans. "F-fill me, please! Stuff me full—breed me, Naruto-sama!"
His reply was a growl, deep and wicked.
"Hn. Greedy whore. I haven't even started yet."
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The bed hit the wall again, this time even harder, and louder.
Sarada whimpered softly, unable to stop the desperate noise that escaped her throat. She leaned closer to the door, her forehead pressing against the wood. Her breath fogged the polished surface.
The entire house throbbed with magic, lust, and domination. His magic. His rule.
This wasn't a home—it was a temple.
A temple where Naruto Uzumaki reigned as a dark god… and all the women were his disciples, submitting their bodies and souls.
Sarada squeezed her thighs again, trembling.
Call me in… please… I want to serve... I want to be next. I'll be better than her. I'll be your best. Use me! Mark me! Rule me!
Suddenly, his voice shifted. It was now cold and commanding.
"…She's listening. She's dripping, too."
Sakura moaned through a broken smile. "Let her watch... s-so she knows what awaits her…"
The door creaked just a sliver.
Just enough for his aura to pour out.
Sarada gasped with her eyes widened. Every inch of her skin broke into goosebumps. She felt her knees truly give, collapsing forward onto her hands.
Her desires got the better of her, and she raised her hand to push open the door to peek inside.
The moment she did, her senses were assaulted.
The thick, heady scent of last night's debauchery hit her nostrils instantly—a potent mix of sweat, musk, and the undeniable evidence of their relentless coupling.
The air itself was heavy with it, making Sarada's thighs press together instinctively.
She turned her head, peeking further into the room, and what she saw made her breath hitch. Her face flushed a deep crimson, a wave of heat spreading through her body, coiling low in her belly. Her thighs instinctively pressed together as an overwhelming arousal crept up her spine.
She trembled in pure delight, biting her lower lip as a soft, needy groan escaped her.
Gods… why… why am I not in her place?
Her eyes locked onto the scene before her, drinking in the sinful display of dominance unfolding before her.
On the large, sweat-stained bed, Naruto was riding Sakura with raw, relentless power. His muscles flexed with each deep, forceful thrust, his body glistening with sweat under the morning light, yet he showed no signs of stopping, pistoning the pussy which was already filled with his semen, as it even leaked out.
His stamina was inhuman, his sheer dominance overwhelming.
And her future mother... she was utterly wrecked.
Her body was drenched in sweat, her back arching in pleasure, her fingers desperately clawing at the sheets as if she was trying to hold onto something, anything, to anchor herself. But she was failing.
Her mouth hung open, her voice broken, reduced to a continuous stream of desperate, uncontrolled moans.
"OOOOHH~... OOOOHHH~... OOOOOHHHH~!... OOOOOHOOOOOOOO!"
Sarada shuddered, her breath growing heavy. She can't even speak anymore…
Sakura was lost—completely, hopelessly lost in the pleasure he was forcing upon her.
Sarada swallowed thickly, her hands gripping the doorframe, her own body growing hot with need. She knew exactly what Sakura was feeling.
That overwhelming, all-consuming pleasure that left no room for thought—only submission.
Her lips curled into a dazed, trembling smile as she groaned under her breath.
"Oh… it seems Master is still busy here with the young mother, huh?" She murmured, unable to tear her eyes away. "Amazing… Ahh~… Just how long are they going at it?"
She wasn't even jealous—no, she was envious.
She wanted to be in that position. She wanted to be under him, reduced to a helpless, whimpering mess.
Naruto's powerful movements didn't slow, didn't falter. His dominance was absolute. And watching it unfold before her very eyes only made her arousal grow unbearable.
"OOOHH~... OOOOHHH~... OOOOOHHHH~!... OOOOOHOOOOOOOO..."
Sakura was already in a mess as she was even unable to form a single sentence, just moaning continuously.
"OOOHHH~!! AAAAHH~!! SO GOOD, SO GOOD, SO GOOOOOOD!! SHOOOOO GOOOOOD~!!"
She howled like a wild beast in heat, her voice echoing off the walls in a symphony of pure ecstasy.
Her lustful cries mixed with the intoxicating sound of their hips colliding, a wet, obscene melody that sent shivers down Naruto's spine.
The room itself seemed to tremble under the sheer force of their passion.
Sakura's plump, perfectly shaped ass bounced furiously with every deep, punishing thrust, jiggling like a work of art crafted by the gods themselves. Her nails dug into the sheets, twisting them as waves of unbearable pleasure crashed through her, her body writhing, trembling, begging for more.
Her breath hitched, and her moans turned into desperate, needy screams—her entire being surrendering to the overwhelming pleasure that Liam was mercilessly pounding into her.
Her mind melted into pure bliss. She was losing herself, completely consumed by the inferno of desire.
Her pussy had been spread wide open, being impaled into submission by her master's majestic and superior cock.
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