Sarada's breath hitched, her heart thundering in her chest like a war drum of lust. Her hands reached behind her back with urgency, unhooking her lacy black bra and tossing it aside. The cool air kissed her exposed skin as her breasts bounced free, firm, and flushed, nipples already stiff from excitement.
She saw the way Naruto's eyes darkened at the sight—predatory, pleased, and thoroughly in control. It made her tremble.
"I want to serve you," She whispered, her voice drenched in need. "Let me be your ride, Naruto-sama… Please…"
Without hesitation, she lowered herself onto all fours, presenting herself like a loyal, aching pet. Her ass was lifted, back arched perfectly, breasts swaying beneath her as she waited—no, craved—to be used.
Naruto's grin was wicked, cruel even. He admired the sight of her—his once-proud kunoichi slave, now trembling beneath him in lustful servitude. "Tch. You're truly broken in… just how I like it."
Swish! Thump!
He stepped forward, his movements relaxed and confident. Then, with a fluid motion, he swung his leg over her back and straddled her.
His full weight settled atop her, and Sarada nearly collapsed from the sensation. A moan tore from her lips—raw, needy, honest. Her thighs trembled, her arms quivered, but she held firm, delighting in the heaviness of her master on top of her.
"G-Gods… Thank you… Naruto-sama…" She gasped, voice unsteady. "Use me… Please… Use me however you want… I'm your loyal ride… Your filthy, shameless mount…"
Naruto chuckled, low and wicked. "Damn right, you are."
He reached down and grabbed a fistful of her dark hair, yanking her head back hard, forcing her to arch even deeper. The sudden jolt made her cry out, eyes rolling back as pain and pleasure merged into a delicious storm inside her.
Smack~!
His hand came down hard on her ass, the echo sharp, the jiggle immediate. Her skin stung, her breath hitched again—and her hips rocked back without thinking.
"Move," Naruto ordered, voice sharp. "I want that shower... now."
Sarada groaned, pure bliss washing through her as she obeyed. "Y-Yes… Yes, Naruto-sama… Anything for you…"
She moaned, her breath shaky, her legs barely holding as she began crawling toward the bathroom.
She started crawling slowly, carrying him on her back. Every inch forward sent her breasts swaying, her body aching with a mixture of exhaustion and ecstasy. The weight, the heat, the scent of him—it was all overwhelming.
Smack~!
Another spank. Sarada whimpered and moaned, her core throbbing.
"More…" she begged. "Please… keep spanking me like that… I love being your horse… I love it when you use me…"
Naruto leaned forward slightly, pressing more of his weight into her back, his voice low and dominant. "You really are mine, huh?"
"Yours…" she whispered, almost delirious. "Forever… your filthy toy… your pet… your ride…"
He watched her crawl forward, trembling with effort, utterly soaked, her pride replaced by burning devotion. Her moans, her shamelessness—it was a symphony to his ego.
This was what power felt like.
She was his and she wouldn't have it any other way.
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The scent of sex still lingered in the air—thick, warm, clinging to Sakura's skin like a second layer. The sheets were still warm beneath her bare body.
She lay sprawled across the bed, legs parted shamelessly, her body marked and spent from Naruto's earlier use. Faint bruises decorated her thighs and bite marks still tingled along her neck. Her breasts rose and fell as she panted softly, her eyes locked—burning—with obsession as she watched her man ride Sarada like an animal.
The girl moaned again, loud and needy, her body shaking beneath Naruto's weight as she dragged herself to the bathroom like an obedient animal.
Sarada was crawling beneath Naruto like a beast in heat. The sounds of skin meeting skin—the sharp smacks, the low, gruff commands—filled the room.
The sounds were everything.
Smack~!
Sarada's cry.
Naruto's commanding growl.
The wet slap of skin, the panting, the dragging of knees on the floor.
It made Sakura moan without even touching herself.
She whispered softly to herself while still breathless from the earlier action. "That's it… break her, my love… my little girl from the future looked so sexy beneath you... ride her like the bitch she is… just like her mother..."
Her thighs pressed together involuntarily, a quiet groan slipping from her throat. The jealousy bubbled up like fire in her belly—not the kind that burned with anger, but the kind that made her crave. That made her ache.
She had just finished serving Naruto… her body still ached from his relentless pace, her neck still bore the faint marks of his teeth. She should be satisfied. She should be grateful.
But seeing Sarada like that… so eager, so raw in her submission…
Sakura swallowed hard.
Her hand slid down, fingers gliding along her slick folds with zero hesitation.
She wasn't jealous anymore.
She was turned on—wildly, deeply. She loved watching this. She loved seeing Naruto so cold and cruel… so effortlessly dominant. She loved watching another kunoichi like Sarada—submit completely to the man she worshipped.
"I'm his. I already had my turn. I can't be selfish…" Sakura giggled softly, a pleased smile on her face. "My little girl thought she could be Naruto-sama's equal… but now look at her… on her knees, begging for your hand like a little pet…"
Her hips rolled as her fingers teased herself faster, her eyes never once leaving the scene as Sarada moaned again from inside the steam-filled bathroom.
Smack~!
Sarada groaned, crying out in sheer pleasure. "More—please, Master! Use me harder!"
She heard Sarada cry out again.
Smack~!
Another slap.
Sarada's muffled moan drifted behind. "Yes, yes, more—please, ride me harder!"
Sakura whimpered. She's so bold… she doesn't care if I watch… she wants me to hear her being used…
Naruto's voice growled from beyond the doorway. "Good girl… you're not even close to done."
Sakura clenched the sheets, biting her knuckle to stifle a moan, groaning softly. "I'm still his little slave too… but right now… he's breaking her in..."
Her other hand drifted up to her breast, squeezing it as she arched her back.
She groaned, moaning shamelessly while touching herself, watching her own future daughter tremble beneath her owner. "Yesss… humiliate her… ride her until she forgets her own name…"
She imagined Naruto glancing back at her, giving her that wicked smirk of his, as if saying, 'You're next.'
And she wanted that.
She needed it.
But for now, she would be the audience. She would watch, moan, and cum at the sight of her man turning proud kunoichi into whimpering, obedient toys.
Sakura was panting hard. "I love it… I love watching you break them for me…"
She bit her lip, shuddering as another cry from Sarada filled the room.
She wasn't jealous anymore.
She was addicted.
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Spoilers for the next three chapters!
Chapter 141: After the Heat
Chapter 142: Thronebreaker
Chapter 143: Enter the Unknown Visitor
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