Minato threw her onto the bed with effortless strength, the old wooden frame creaking loudly under her weight as she bounced lightly on the mattress.
Mikoto landed in a sprawl of silk, her deep-crimson kimono—embroidered with the Uchiha crest at the collar and hem—hiking up her thighs, revealing the smooth, pale skin beneath.
She pushed herself up slowly, sitting back on her heels with a sultry smile, her Sharingan-red eyes locked on him. This was the intoxicating perk of power—he could claim the matriarch of the proud Uchiha clan, married to its very leader, and she'd crawl into his bed willingly, eagerly.
Power was the ultimate truth Minato had known since birth, and now, with the Hokage seat firmly in his grasp, he intended to savor every advantage… especially over the clan that had once plotted against the village, the clan whose pride had nearly torn Konoha apart.
Trailing behind them, Fugaku Uchiha—head of the Uchiha, bearer of the Mangekyō, and the man whose arrogance had once rivaled the gods—slipped into the room like a broken shadow. He settled into the high-backed chair carved with the clan's fan emblem, positioning himself for the perfect view of the bed.
His face was a mask of stoic resignation, but his fingers clenched the armrests hard enough to splinter the wood. The Uchiha were supposed to be untouchable, the elite, the eternal.
Yet here he was, reduced to a cuckold spectator in his own ancestral home, watching the Fourth Hokage defile his wife and, by extension, the entire Uchiha legacy.
"Look at that—even the great Fugaku Uchiha, the man who thought his clan could overthrow the village, is dying to watch me fuck his precious wife senseless," Minato taunted with a cruel smirk, climbing onto the bed with predatory grace.
Mikoto shifted accommodatingly, parting her legs just enough to make room for him, the Uchiha crest on her kimono slipping further up her hips in the process—mocking the clan's honor with every inch of exposed skin.
"Tell me, Fugaku… did you ever think your proud bloodline would end up begging for my cock?"
She glanced over at Fugaku, perched there like a fallen king, and a rush of forbidden heat pooled between her thighs.
The Uchiha prided themselves on control, on dominance, on being the shadow that ruled the light… yet here she was, dripping for the man who'd crushed their rebellion, the man who'd forced their clan to kneel.
"Mmm, he's never been any good in bed anyway," she purred, her voice dripping with arousal and venom as her hands roamed greedily over Minato's broad chest, tugging at his clothes.
"The Uchiha way is duty, legacy, heirs… he only fucked me to breed the next generation. Never touched me again after Sasuke. It wasn't until you came along, Hokage-sama, that I discovered how fucking good sex could feel—how a real man claims what's his and breaks what's not."
Her fingers stripped away his shirt, nails scraping down his abs, leaving red trails that made him hiss. "Tell him, Minato… tell my husband how you tamed the Uchiha with your cock."
"Well, as Hokage, it's my duty to take care of everyone," Minato replied smoothly, his gaze devouring the swell of her breasts straining against the kimono—breasts that had nursed Uchiha heirs, now offered to him like war spoils.
"That includes satisfying the women their clan head never could… and reminding the Uchiha who truly rules this village." He leaned in close, loud enough for Fugaku to hear every word. "Your wife's pussy is mine now, Fugaku. Your clan's pride? I'm about to fuck it into oblivion."
"Oh, I'm sure you've pleased plenty of women in bed," Mikoto teased, her hands sliding lower, tracing the V of his hips as she peeled off the last of his upper layers.
Now he was down to just his underwear, the massive bulge of his erection tenting the fabric obscenely—bigger than anything Fugaku had ever given her. "Tell me, Hokage-sama… does the Uchiha matriarch taste better than the Hyūga princess you fucked last week? Or the elders' daughters you bent over your desk to keep the clans in line?"
Minato's hands gripped her waist, yanking her onto his lap in one fluid motion. Her legs straddled his hips instinctively, wrapping around his waist as she pressed against him, hugging him close.
Their mouths crashed together in a hungry kiss, tongues tangling wetly, battling for dominance as saliva mixed and dripped from the corners of their lips.
Mikoto ground her body against his, her kimono-clad pussy rubbing teasingly over the rigid length of his cock, still trapped in his underwear.
The Uchiha crest brushed against his chest with every roll of her hips—a symbol of the clan now grinding against the man who'd broken them, who'd forced Fugaku to watch as punishment for the clan's treason.
"Mmmh… ahh…" she moaned into his mouth, her hips rolling slowly, deliberately, feeling every thick inch of him throb beneath her. The friction sent sparks of pleasure shooting through her core, her panties growing soaked as she teased him—and herself—with the torturous grind.
"Your cock's so much bigger than his… mmmh, I can feel it stretching the fabric… it's going to ruin me for any Uchiha ever again…"
Fugaku watched from his chair, his wife's lithe body draped over another man's lap, her ass cheeks flexing as she humped against Minato's groin like a bitch in heat.
The Uchiha were supposed to be the pinnacle of shinobi prowess, the clan that had birthed Madara, the clan that had nearly burned Konoha to the ground—yet his own wife was debasing their bloodline right in front of him, moaning for the man who'd crushed their coup.
He could almost imagine the heat of her grinding on his own neglected dick, and despite himself, his cock hardened painfully in his pants, a mix of jealousy, shame, and unwanted arousal twisting in his gut.
This is what happens when the clan grows arrogant, he thought bitterly. We thought we were above the village… and now our women beg for the Hokage's cock while the clan head watches, powerless.
The kiss broke with a wet smack, strings of saliva connecting their lips as they pulled apart, breathing heavily. Minato's eyes burned into hers, dark with lust.
"Mmmh… yes…" Mikoto whimpered, her voice breathy and needy. His large hands slid down to cup her ass, squeezing the firm flesh hard right in front of her husband, fingers digging in possessively—right over the spot where Fugaku's clan tattoo would've been if he'd ever marked her as his.
"Ahh! Oh god, squeeze harder…" she gasped, arching into his touch, her nipples hardening into peaks against the kimono.
"Show him how you claim an Uchiha woman… mmmh, make me scream your name while the clan head watches his legacy get fucked into the dirt!"
Unable to resist, she crushed her mouth back to his, moaning louder into the kiss. "Mmmmmh… mmmph… ahhh…" Her tongue swirled desperately, hips bucking faster now, the outline of his cockhead pressing insistently against her clit through the thin barriers of fabric.
"Why don't you take off my kimono?" she whispered hotly against his ear, nipping at the lobe as her hands clawed at his back. "I want you to see what the Uchiha clan hid from you… what he never deserved. Strip the crest off me, Hokage-sama… show Fugaku how you conquer his house."
"It'll be my honor," Minato growled, his fingers hooking into the silk and tugging sharply. The kimono parted like a curtain, sliding off her shoulders in one smooth motion to pool at her waist.
Beneath, she wore a sheer black bra that barely contained her full, heaving breasts, the lace cups translucent enough to show her stiff nipples poking through—nipples that had never hardened for Fugaku like this.
Matching black panties hugged her hips, a delicate butterfly pattern embroidered over the crotch—already darkened with her arousal, the fabric clinging wetly to her swollen lips.
The Uchiha crest dangled from a thin chain around her neck, nestled between her tits like a trophy of conquest.
Mikoto grabbed his hand, guiding it to her cleavage, pressing his palm against the warm, soft valley between her tits. "You can enjoy me all night long," she breathed, her voice a sultry promise as she ground down harder on his lap, feeling his cock twitch violently.
"Fuck the Uchiha matriarch however you want… make me scream while the clan head watches his legacy get ruined. Tell him, Minato… tell Fugaku how you're going to breed me better than he ever could."
"I will," Minato promised, his thumb brushing over one lace-covered nipple, pinching it until she cried out.
"Ahhh! Yes, pinch them… mmmh, they're so sensitive… harder, Hokage-sama!" She threw her head back, her long black hair spilling over her shoulders like ink, the Uchiha crest glinting between her bouncing breasts.
"Fugaku, watch closely… this is what your wife looks like when a real man touches her. Your clan's pride? It's dripping down my thighs."
Fugaku sat frozen, staring as another man stripped his wife bare, her voluptuous body on full display in that sinful black lingerie. The way the bra pushed her tits up, the panties outlining her dripping pussy—it made her look even more fuckable than he remembered.
Regret gnawed at him like acid.
The Uchiha were supposed to be eternal, he thought, his Mangekyō aching in his eyes from the strain of not activating it. Our bloodline, our pride… and now our women spread their legs for the village's dog while the clan head is forced to watch as punishment for our sins.
Why hadn't he worshiped this body when it was his? Why had he only rutted into her for heirs, ignoring the treasure between her legs? Now, she belonged to Minato—body, moans, and all—and Fugaku could only watch, his cock throbbing uselessly as his wife teased the leader with her ass, her lips parted in endless, needy whimpers.
"Mmmh… touch me more… ahh, I need your cock inside me… show him how you break an Uchiha… show the clan who owns us now…"
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