In the Land of snow.
The Hidden Village of Snow looked nothing like a traditional shinobi settlement.
Warm steam drifted from silver heating towers built into the streets, keeping the air comfortable despite the endless white landscape.
Homes and shops were reinforced with sleek chakra-powered panels that glowed softly in blues and purples, giving every building a futuristic shine.
Villagers walked by with relaxed smiles, wrapped in bright winter coats instead of heavy armor.
Children raced across the snow on small chakra-sleds, laughing as the sleds left shimmering trails of light behind them.
Market stalls lined the streets selling hot drinks and warm food, each stand equipped with tiny heating seals to keep the steam rising.
Despite the icy surroundings, the village felt warm, lively, and surprisingly advanced — a peaceful little oasis of technology glowing in the middle of winter.
For Mikoto Uchiha, living here, the village felt so much more peaceful than Konoha ever did.
She had just finished shopping and was now in the kitchen of Obito's private residence, humming softly as she prepared dinner.
Her face, once always anxious, now wore a rare gentle smile...at least, when she was busy like this.
That peace, though, didn't last long.
A pair of hands suddenly wrapped around her waist from behind, making her whole body stiffen. But the familiar presence—warm, hard, pressed snugly between her ass cheeks—gave him away instantly.
Her cheeks flushed as she whispered, "My lord, I'm—"
But before she could finish, a rough hand grabbed her breast—fingers digging in mercilessly, sure to leave another purple mark.
She shuddered, knowing exactly what that meant. She'd made a mistake again.
"D-Dear, I'm working right now… Can… can we—"
Mikoto still felt a little ashamed saying such filthy things, even after coming to terms with her current life.
But her words seemed to only piss him off. She felt his thick, massive cock grinding harder between her ass cheeks, the heat of it searing through the thin fabric.
Even with their clothes still on, she felt herself growing wet—her body betraying her with every pulse.
After returning from Mount Myōboku, Obito suddenly felt the urge to unwind with a certain beautiful older woman.
Despite Yugao and Mei insisting they hadn't seen everything yet, Obito got bored halfway through the tour and just dipped.
Obito buried his face in Mikoto's neck, his lips sucking at her skin while his hips pressed and ground against her from behind. Every slow, deliberate thrust made it harder for Mikoto to keep her focus on cooking.
She tilted her head, her cheeks burning, letting him claim her neck with wet, passionate kisses.
"Haah… haah…"
Soon, beads of sweat formed on her brow. She gasped as Obito's hands slid up her thighs, folding her gown up to reveal her soft, white ass—barely covered by her purple panties.
He made her bend forward, just enough that she knew there was no way she'd be finishing dinner now.
With her face just over the kitchen counter's edge, Mikoto gripped it with both hands, her ass pushed out—completely exposed for him.
Obito's hands caressed her for a moment, teasing and slow. Then...
SMACK!
He brought his palm down hard, leaving a vivid, five-fingered mark blooming red on her white skin.
Mikoto bit her lip, shivering. Her panties already had a dark, spreading stain—a silent confession of how much she was leaking for him.
Obito slid his fingers slowly across her ass, tracing the curve until he reached her panties.
Without a word, he hooked his fingers under the edge and pulled them to the side—not bothering to take them off completely, just enough to give himself easy access.
Mikoto braced herself, knuckles whitening on the counter. She knew exactly what was coming next. Obito always took her hard, rough, making sure the experience stayed burned into her body and memory for days.
She sucked in a shaky breath as she felt the thick, hot tip of his cock pressing right against her soaked entrance.
Her hole twitched, opening and closing on reflex, as if it was winking—inviting him, begging for him to claim her completely.
But Obito didn't push forward just yet. Instead, he leaned in close, his breath hot against Mikoto's ear, and spoke in that deep voice of his—a voice that sent shivers down her spine every single time.
"I met Sasuke," Obito said simply, offering no further explanation.
Mikoto's eyes widened. She glanced over her shoulder, nerves visible on her face. "R-Really, Dear…!? How—how is he now…? Is he okay?"
Obito didn't answer, just kept staring at her with those unreadable eyes. He rubbed the thick head of his cock against her slick pussy lips, teasing her, clearly hinting at what he wanted.
Mikoto, after so much time under Obito's rough hands, had learned how to read him. She understood instantly what he meant. Without waiting, she thrust her hips back, impaling herself on his fat dick in a single desperate motion.
Her eyes flew wide. She'd forgotten just how massive he really was. Her legs trembled as his tip bumped deep inside, kissing her womb with a sharp, overwhelming pleasure.
"Haah… How eager, Mikoto," Obito chuckled, the amusement clear in his voice. "To think you could take all of me in one shot. Impressive."
Mikoto, still trembling and flushed, began rocking her hips, fucking herself back and forth on his cock, chasing that familiar, dizzying pleasure. She bit her lip hard, fighting back her moans, but it was a losing battle.
She looked back at Obito over her shoulder, voice breaking with every thrust.
"Mmmmm~ D-Dear, can you tell me now…? Ahhhngh~"
She couldn't help but cry out as his cock kept slamming into her womb, pressing insistently, almost like it was trying to break into her baby chamber.
"Well, seeing you so obedient, of course I have to tell you…" Obito's voice was low and almost teasing. "It wasn't much. He was basically having a hard time."
He sighed, sounding like a reluctant father trying to act concerned. "Poor kid was traumatized, but fret not… I helped him, in my own way. Gave him a bit of hope, made sure he won't do anything foolish."
Mikoto's chest tightened. She knew Sasuke must be struggling. He was just a child—how could he possibly endure such pain? She didn't know if the man pounding into her was telling the truth about helping him, but she wanted to believe he did.
She didn't get to spend much time with him, but she'd learned one thing: as long as you didn't piss Obito off, he could actually be gentle.
Maybe, just maybe, this was the best way she could protect her son now.
So, as a mother, she had no choice. She'd use any means she could to keep Sasuke safe, even if it meant surrendering her body like this.
Feeling Obito's pace start to pick up, Mikoto moaned, throwing her hips back harder, desperate to please him. She glanced over her shoulder with hooded eyes, voice trembling but deliberately filthy:
"Ahh~ D-Dear… pound me harder…"
Obito's eyes glinted with that dark, hungry look.
He gripped Mikoto's hips so hard she knew she'd be seeing new finger-shaped bruises tomorrow, but she didn't care—she wanted the reminder, wanted to know she'd been completely claimed.
With a deep, rumbling growl in his throat, Obito yanked her hips back, burying his cock all the way to the base with a single, savage thrust.
SLAP!
His hips collided with her ass, making a lewd, wet sound that echoed around the kitchen.
Mikoto's whole body jerked as the fat shaft split her open, stretching her walls around every inch of him.
"AHHN~! D-Dear…! So deep…!"
Obito didn't give her time to adjust. He started moving—slow at first, then building a relentless, pounding rhythm.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Wet, obscene slaps filled the air as his hips slammed into her ass over and over, her juices already soaking his cock and dripping down her thighs.
Every time he pulled out, her pussy lips clung to him, strings of slick arousal connecting them before he slammed right back in, making her gasp and whimper.
"God damn… You're even tighter today, Mikoto," he grunted, voice rough in her ear as he leaned over her, pinning her against the counter. "What, did you miss me that much?"
She could only nod frantically, barely able to breathe as his cock battered her womb with every thrust. Her fingers scrabbled for purchase on the countertop, nails leaving faint scratches on the polished wood.
Her moans got louder, raw and shameless.
"Ah! Ahh! S-So good… You're hitting me so deep, I-I can't—ahhn~!—I can't think!"
Obito's hands slid up her body, groping her breasts from behind, squeezing and kneading them roughly. He pinched her nipples through the thin fabric, making her back arch and her pussy clamp down even harder on his cock.
Squelch, squelch, squelch—
The sound of his cock pistoning into her soaked cunt grew even louder, mixing with the heavy panting and the slap of skin on skin.
Obito didn't slow down. If anything, he got rougher, rutting into her like a beast, balls slapping against her swollen clit with every stroke.
Her entire lower half shook from the force of his thrusts.
"Louder, Mikoto. I want to know whose slut you are," he growled, grabbing a fistful of her hair and yanking her head back so he could hear every filthy moan.
She choked out a cry, hips bucking wildly as her body betrayed her, gushing even harder around his cock.
"Y-Yes! I'm yours, Dear! Only yours! Fuck me—fuck me harder! I want you to fuck me senseless…!"
Her voice cracked into a desperate, needy whine, her cheeks streaked with tears and sweat, mouth hanging open as she drooled a little on the counter.
Obito's breath got heavier, hips moving in a brutal, punishing rhythm.
"Shit… you're so fucking perfect like this. I could fuck you forever, Mikoto…"
He reached around, his fingers circling her clit and rubbing it hard in time with his thrusts.
She screamed, legs shaking, her pussy spasming as her orgasm hit like a sledgehammer.
Her whole body convulsed, cunt squeezing down tight and milking his cock for all it was worth.
"AAAHHHH—! I'M CUMMING—!"
Obito snarled, slamming into her even harder, making the counter creak and the windows fog with their heat.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
He didn't let up, riding her through her orgasm, chasing his own.
"Take it. Take all of it," he growled, rutting into her as deep as he could go, tip battering her womb's entrance again and again.
Mikoto sobbed, half-insensate with pleasure, hips twitching as her climax just kept going.
She could feel his cock twitch, swelling even larger inside her, and she knew he was right at the edge.
Obito leaned down, biting her ear as he slammed home one last time.
"Get ready. I'm gonna fill you up—every last drop. Gonna make sure you remember you're my bitch."
That was all it took for her restraint to snap.
She looked back at him over her shoulder, cheeks burning, eyes glassy with lust and guilt, and whispered, voice trembling but wanting:
"D-Don't hold back, Dear… Please—cum inside me… I need to feel you. I want all of you, every last drop… even if I'm a terrible wife… even if it makes me yours all over again…"
Her body shuddered, her voice thick with shame and longing as she admitted everything she couldn't say to anyone else.
"I'm sorry, Fugaku… but my new dear is about to fill me up—marking me as his… with his cum."
Obito lost it. With a deep, guttural growl, he buried himself to the hilt and let go, cock pulsing as he shot thick, hot ropes of cum straight into her waiting pussy.
"Ah! Ah! Hah—! Hah—! Hnn—! Ahhh—!"
Mikoto gasped as the sensation hit her, half-ashamed, half-overwhelmed, knowing there was no turning back now as she felt the heat bloom inside her, her already-full cunt overflowing, white cream leaking out around his cock and dripping down her thighs.
Obito didn't move for a moment, just panting against her back, cock still twitching inside her as he milked out the last few spurts.
Finally, he pulled out with a slick, obscene squelch, watching as his seed spilled out and dripped onto the kitchen floor.
Mikoto slumped over the counter, legs shaking so badly she could barely stand.
Obito smirked, giving her ass one last playful slap.
"Dinner's gonna have to wait, Mikoto. You're dessert tonight."
She swallowed, guilt flickering across her expression for only a heartbeat before she let out a soft, trembling sigh:
"…Just… give me a moment, Dear… I can barely feel my legs…"
A/N: No power stones goal this time... kinda exhausted these days.
If you feel like it, toss the power stones over to the novel below.
Naruto: I'm Atomic
Peace out ✌️