Chapter 0 - Defection Subverted
Once, the elemental nations were separate and sovereign, each country its own master. There were alliances at times, truces at others, but at heart they had always looked out first for their own interests, independent of any higher authorities beyond the feudal lords who governed each separate country.
Not so, now. Now the continent was split between two empires: the widely spread dominion of a revived Uzushiogakure, and the many vassal states of Hi no Kuni and Konohagakure.
One of these was ruled by the so-called "Exiled Emperor", Naruto Uzumaki, a defector from Konoha. Alongside his wife Karin and a small but faithful harem, he ruled the Whirlpool Empire with a reputation for wisdom and compassion. He was beloved by his people, his realm one of outcasts and renegades given new purpose and companionship.
The other was jointly ruled by the daimyou of Hi and the Fifth Hokage Danzo Shimura. Using a perfected variant of Koto-Amatsukami, that ultimate genjutsu born of Shisui Uchiha's sharingan, he was able to hypnotize the enemies of Konoha en masse, subverting foreign potentates and their unwitting subjects with compulsions so subtle that none ever questioned them.
One empire was an alliance forged through force of will and raw charisma. The other was a secular dominion expanded via subterfuge and deceit. The former was perhaps more right in a popular moral sense, but it was the latter which would prove more fit in the end.
"I am pleased to welcome you, my honored guest," said the high priestess of Demon Country, bowing low to the Fire ambassador.
Her kimono could not disguise the volume of the blonde's mammary endowments, nor the sheer expanse of her creamy posterior. She was a gorgeous young woman by all accounts, an exotic sort of beauty whom few could look upon without feeling some twinge of desire. A fair smile made her seem to glow, and her hair fell about her face ere she rose again.
Asuma Sarutobi smiled at the young woman. A cigarette hung from between his lips, but it was unlit. The sash at his waist bore the kanji for fire, a souvenir from his time as a member of the daimyou's elite guard. His beard was neatly trimmed, and his frame was well muscled.
"I'm honored to receive your hospitality," said Asuma with all the courtesy expected of an ambassador, but also with a hint of sarcasm. "You are a beautiful young woman, Lady Shion."
The priestess flushed pleasurably at Asuma's words, and she squirmed despite herself. She looked at the door to her prayer chamber, and at the guards who stood at attention within.
"You may leave, now," she instructed them. "I wish to speak privately with our guest."
The guards obeyed with unquestioning loyalty, and the door slid shut behind them.
Shion clasped a hand to her bosom, and her cheeks grew visibly warm. Her eyelids drooped senusally, and she knelt in seiza position. She stared demurely up at Asuma.
"Are we about to discuss... the agreement?" inquired Asuma, looking down at Shion.
"The secret agreement between myself and the Land of Fire? Yes, I believe we are," said Shion. "All ties between Demon Country and the Whirlpool Empire will be severed. He has not given me the heiress I need."
She lowered her hand to the region of her belly.
"Konoha will do what he did not," said Asuma. "And in return?"
"When my daughters are of age, naturally they shall bear their children with a man chosen by the Shinrin-Kasai dynasty," said Shion calmly and reasonably. "That is what the Leaf and Fire desire, is it not?"
"It's what they say," said Asuma, shrugging. "But what about you? What do you want?"
"What else?" asked Shion rhetorically. "Only to be a mother, and to do the bidding of my allies."
Asuma chuckled.
"Don't bother with politic here, doll," he said dryly. "It's just the two of us. No need to pretty it up for your subjects."
Shion blushed more deeply than before, and she smiled dreamily as she looked up at Asuma.
"Of course," she said, bowing low. "The Leaf and Fire are my masters. I am merely a faithful servant of the Daimyou and Danzo-sama. It was they who freed me from my delusional love and fealty to the Uzumaki, after all."
Saying this, Shion began to disrobe. Asuma undid the front of his trousers, not bothering to remove his flak vest or anything else.
He watched as Shion shed her garments one layer after another, baring white, ample breasts and a slim waist and wide, childbearing hips laden with a thick, meaty ass. Her thighs were plump, her legs were long, her arms were slender and fair. Her hands were soft, her body was curved, her pussy was pink and moist. Long, pale golden tresses flowed past her shoulders. Lilac eyes were glassy and heavy-lidded. Her nipples were plump and erect, pink and cute and lewd upon the rose-ivory swell of her corpulent breasts. She had a gorgeously sexual body, a figure made to attract lust and longing. She was curvy and graceful, soft and smooth and womanly.
Asuma's cock, well-worn and brown, stood erect like a scimitar, long and wickedly curved. The head was dark pink, and veins bulged from his shaft, and the sheer girth of it was nothing to sneeze at, either.
Shion looked at his dick and gulped. Her smile did not falter one iota, but there was a look of awe on her face.
"Magnificent..." she whispered. "It's as great as his..."
Asuma guessed what she meant by that. He cocked an eyebrow.
"Only as great as?" he said.
Shion blushed.
"Oh, this is much greater, of course," she said. "I didn't mean to suggest anything to the contrary. Your cock is naturally far superior to that traitor's."
"Yeah, I thought that's what you meant," said Asuma dryly. He looked at Shion's nude form, and his cock twitched with longing. "Get on your back, and I'll show you the real power of the Leaf."
Shion smiled and did as he said. She laid herself out on her prayer mat, closing her eyes and spreading her legs, flattening her cushy ass against the finely woven tatami. Her breasts settled low on her sternum, spreading out a little at the sides from their own considerable weight.
Asuma mounted her. He got atop Shion and placed a hand to her bosom, and another on her waist, and he aligned the head of his cock with the entrance of her womanhood. His tip pressed down, parting her labia and slipping through the lubricating juices of Shion's cunt. She mewled at the touch of his prick, and her eyes squeezed more tightly shut as her body uncontrollably spasmed with pleasure.
"Asuma-sama..." she moaned, gasping weakly as his cock entered into her. "You're so biiig... Yes, I want to have your babies. Make me pregnant! Give me an heiress worthy to be the high priestess of Demon Country!"
Asuma did not answer her. He simply grunted and thrust inside her, bucking his hips and grinding his cock within her hot, juicy cunt. She thrashed and writhed ecstatically from his attentions, her eyes glazing over in bliss. Her body was wracked by his, and her loveliness waxed in the glow of copulation.
He fucked Shion. He rocked his body and smacked his cock against her cervix, rolling his hips to reach the furthest parts of her pussy. No inch of her did he leave unravished, no part of her body untouched. Her virginal priesthood he soiled with the bloodstained hands of a shinobi. Her maidenhead he burst uncaring of her pain.
He fucked her dispassionately. No love was there in his actions, nor did he want there to be love. This was just a job, Shion just a target. No more did he love her, whom he fucked then and there, than he hated the subject of an assassination mission whom he killed. His blood was cold and his heart was stony, even if his cock was hot and virile.
Shion screamed aloud in her euphoria, and Asuma wondered what her servants would think of its cause. He bucked his hips harder, and he felt his cock tense and tighten with an almost painful pressure at the thought of Shion's guards bursting into the room and finding him fucking their priestess, the holiest personage in all their nation, like she was just some filthy bitch in heat.
He grinned, pleasantly thrilled by this imagining, and his manhood convulsed. He closed his eyes, and shuddering from head to toe he came in unto Shion the priestess, filling her womb with his seed. She mewled happily at the cooling touch of his sperm in her burning cunt, and she whined and panted in a senseless weariness. Asuma pulled out and watched some of his come drip from Shion's stretched and puffy cunt, pooling between her legs in a small puddle. This was just the overflow of his ejaculation. Most of it was still inside her.
Taking a pill from one of his flak vest's pockets, Asuma grabbed Shion's chin and propped her mouth open. He slipped the medicine onto her tongue and closed her mouth, making the dizzily moaning girl swallow the capsule.
She looked up at him with a slavish expression, soppy and servile.
"Am I pregnant yet, Asuma-sama?" she asked him in a soft, entreating voice.
"Not yet," he said wryly, lighting his cigarette and taking a drag. "But you will be when I'm done with you."
Shion's smile grew warmer still.
"I'm glad. Thank you for this boon, Asuma-sama. I can never repay you, or your masters."
"Oh, I can think of a few ways..." Asuma grinned rakishly.
Kakashi Hatake knew, on some level, that he was being played. This elevation to the nobility, the land and titles he was bestowed, these were all tools to buy his loyalty. He was a powerful shinobi in his own right, widely renowned for his skills and lineage. He was the son of the White Fang, once disgraced but now remembered with honor, and the pupil of the Fourth Hokage, Minato Namikaze of peerless fame.
But despite this awareness that his ennobling was clearly a favor by Danzo, a favor that the man intended to leverage for all it was worth in gaining his support, Kakashi had to admit that he was not averse to aiding the man. Whatever his warmongering reputation, and whatever the history of the Foundation, Danzo's present policies had done much to advance Konoha.
On some level, Kakashi might have suspected that his compliance with the man's wishes was vaguely suspicious, were it not for the subtle and undetectable compulsions that guided his thoughts ever away from such dangerous alleys. In spite of everything, Kakashi found himself a supporter of Danzo's regime, and his two still-loyal students were similarly dutiful.
He placed a hand on his wife's backside, seated beside her in this luxurious carriage. He could have made much better time on this journey using his own two feet, but the benefits of laziness did not escape him. His young bride and female student, Sakura Hatake nee Haruno, leaned her head upon his shoulder. She was quite content to be a nobleman's wife, and not at all displeased to have wedded her former sensei.
Their escort rode opposite them, two Hyuuga assigned to serve and protect Kakashi and Sakura. Cousins Neji and Hinata sat erect and watchful, activating their byakugan in turns to keep an eye out for any signs of danger to their charges. Truthfully their role as bodyguards was redundant, Kakashi being good enough to handle nearly anyone by himself that these two could tackle together; and Sakura was no slouch, either, as a medic and pupil of Tsunade.
But Kakashi was not averse to the presence of these guards—not, at least, to Hinata's presence. Nor was Sakura to Neji's, judging by the way she eyed him.
It helped that Hinata had shed her sweatshirt at Kakashi's command (disguised as a polite suggestion) exposing a rather scantier undershirt that left considerably less of her bosom to the imagination. A modest stretch of pale cleavage was exposed through fishnet to Kakashi's one uncovered eye, and the swell of her breasts bordered on obscene without some very thick garment to conceal it.
Kakashi eyed her chest appreciatively, and he watched how her breasts rose and fell with her breathing, jiggling with every jolt and jump of their carriage on the dirt road.
Sakura was a lovely girl, and a most dutiful wife, but Kakashi was an inveterate pervert. He did not mind ogling another woman in front of his wife, no more than she minded leering at other men. They had an open sort of relationship, all things considered, the ambivalence of nobility to misters and mistresses. Kakashi was not especially subtle about it, either.
"Why don't you come sit in my lap, Hinata?" he said to the buxom Hyuuga, patting his thigh in invitation. "It might prove more comfortable than that seat."
Hinata blushed at his words, and Sakura giggled, emerald eyes twinkling.
"Go ahead, Hinata-chan," she said. "You should feel honored to serve his lordship. His attentions are a praise to your beauty."
Hinata smiled, and nodding she stood and crossed to the other side of the carriage, turning to seat herself on Kakashi's lap. She was stopped in the middle of this action by one of Kakashi's hands on her backside, and a shiver jolted her spine when she felt him hook a thumb under the waistband of her trousers.
"Kakashi-sama?" she said, her voice trembling with hopeful anticipation.
She activated her byakugan to see the man smiling at her, her back to him as he looked down at her large and pillowy posterior. She looked simultaneously at Neji, her cousin, who maintained a stoic expression for the most part. But she could not miss the gleam of something like mingled envy and appreciation in his eyes.
Sakura smiled at her husband, and at their guards.
"You must be hot in those heavy pants," the pinkette airily remarked to Hinata, wiggling her hips as Kakashi continued to fondle her fine ass.
"You don't mind if I take them off?" asked Kakashi, knowing already what the response would be.
"It would be my pleasure," said Hinata demurely, bowing her head. "You flatter me, lord."
Kakashi grinned, and in a single motion he slipped down Hinata's pants. She was wearing no panties, and so this action immediately bared her white, creamy buttocks and dark gluteal crevice, and between her plump thighs one could just espy the moistening of Hinata's cunt.
Neji stared intently as his cousin was guided down onto the nobleman's lap, Kakashi slipping an erect cock up between Hinata's legs. The girl hissed delightedly at the touch of his dick, the tip of his manhood pressing to her labia, parting them with ease. She was the opposite of a virgin, and very much used to providing these kinds of services. That was the honor of kunoichi, who were not only soldiers in service of the Shinrin-Kasai, but concubines whose womanly bodies were used to relieve the lusts of those who hungered for sex. They were ninja, and it was their lot to serve unquestioningly, to perform ALL duties that were given them.
Sakura purred, her eyes twinkling, and smiling she looked at Neji as her husband thrust himself fully up into Hinata, spitting the voluptuous Hyuuga on his most impressive cock. Hinata seized and thrashed, her mouth going wide, and her eyes glazed over in a rush of pleasure. Moaning and whimpering she squirmed upon Kakashi's manhood, writhing and causing her tits to leap within a scant undershirt.
"Ohh, Kakashi-sama!" Hinata cried out, throwing her head and causing her long, dark tresses to fly in the man's face. "Yes, yes, ohhhh!❤"
Neji bit his lip, watching as Hinata's breasts threatened to fly loose from her top, listening to the meaty SLAP of her ass in Kakashi's lap, beholding her lewd expression as she cast away all dignity in service of the noble who rode beneath her. She gave him her body without the remotest hesitation, presenting herself as an outlet for all his excess lusts.
Kakashi grabbed Hinata's hair and pulled her head back, making her gasp and moan more loudly still. The hand on his wife's ass sparked with a minute electrical current, sending an exciting tingle through the woman's cheeks. He grunted and bucked his hips, thrusting steadily in and out of Hinata's plump, sopping pussy.
Sakura grabbed at Hinata's shirt, a playful gleam in her eyes. She looked askance at both Neji and her husband, and with a skillful motion she pulled off Hinata's shirt, causing the other girl to whine more shamelessly still, and her massive tits now leaped and jiggled unrestrained, bare and open to any who cared for a touch. Sakura seized one of the tits and fondled it roughly, squeezing the soft flesh with a wry, leering grin.
Kakashi rubbed his wife's ass appreciatively, and he let go of Hinata's hair to grasp her other tit, and this he fondled with as much skill as he gave to Sakura's backside. His chakra flared marginally, and both his hands sparked and flashed with weak raikiri, sending forks of harmless but stimulating electricity through the bodies of both Sakura and Hinata as his cock twitched powerfully within the latter's cunt.
Sakura came with a blissful cry, and Hinata's pussy clenched around Kakashi's erection as the other girl squeezed her breast more tightly and leaned in to give her a hot, wet, open-mouthed kiss. Hinata came unto Kakashi's loins, and her the walls of her sex kneaded his thick, rigid cock. She felt him twitch again within her, more powerfully still.
Kakashi came, his prick spasming and unleashing a gout of semen into Hinata's womanhood. He filled her up with no small amount of come, ejaculating considerably into the young woman's juicy cunt. He softened inside her, and his visible eye fluttered half shut. Both Sakura and Hinata leaned limply against Kakashi.
Neji watched, groaning with a noticeable bulge in the crotch of his pants, gazing with special intentness at his cousin's naked form.
"Do you want a turn with her?" asked Kakashi. "I can watch myself for a little while."
Neji gulped. He bowed his head.
"You honor us with your graciousness," he said.
Kakashi smiled.
Temari bowed subserviently to her husband, the Konoha councilmember to whom she was bartered and betrothed by her brothers for more advantageous terms in their service to the Land of Fire. She was dressed in a violet kimono scarcely fit to contain her bosom, and her chest squashed against the tatami. Her posterior was raised into the air as she bowed in dogeza, kowtowing to her husband and master.
"Shikamaru-sama," she said in a soft, demure tone. "How may I serve you, husband?"
The young councilor smiled lazily at his new wife, a short goatee adorning his chin. He sat languidly before Temari, observing her with a keen eye hidden behind a dispassionate expression.
Shikamaru Nara had risen quickly to a high station within Konoha, following the rise of Danzo. He proved himself a clever and capable strategist, when properly motivated, and it was the ultimate prize of his service which now bowed to him and begged his command. Danzo had recognized his talents early on and rewarded them with a place on the council, gaining a potentially formidable ally in the process.
Shikamaru yawned, appreciating Temari's looks. She had the exotic beauty of Suna women, less soft and fair than most Leaf kunoichi, her complexion tanned by a harsher sun and abraded by the sands of her home. But she was beautiful in her way, a very comely and voluptuous woman. It pleased him to see her bowing to him, also, and he idly eyed the swell of her bottom that bobbed in the air, as she tried and failed to stay still in her bow.
"Take off those clothes," Shikamaru said finally. "And get me some sake. When you're done with that, you can make me dinner."
"Naked?" Temari asked, not so much in disbelief as in request for confirmation. She blushed, still.
"Yeah," Shikamaru said, his eyes glinting. "Naked."
Temari paused, before raising her head, and she looked at Shikamaru with a faintly quizzical expression.
"Am I your servant, or your wife?" she asked finally.
There was a hint of bite to her words, and Shikamaru cocked an eyebrow. Temari must have been a very feisty woman indeed, before her brainwashing, if she still had the spirit to talk back to him like this after being enslaved by the Lord Fifth's genjutsu. What a troublesome woman.
Troublesome, but intriguing.
He grinned.
"Is there a difference?" he asked.
"You don't sleep with servants," said Temari, her face pink, but her eyes steamy.
Cute.
"Who says I don't?" Shikamaru replied. "Some of them have very nice bodies, and they're all too eager to please. Plus, they go around flaunting their bodies in those naked aprons, practically begging for dick."
"Naked apron?" said Temari, her blush deepening. She rose from her bow, kneeling before him, and squirmed. "That's..."
Shikamaru grinned.
"Oh, what? Would you like to wear something like that?"
Temari's blush went scarlet, and she said nothing.
"I see. Well, I think there's a spare apron in the cupboard. You can wear that, and go with nothing else under it."
"Okay, dear," Temari said. Her hands trembled faintly. "If you want."
"Not if I want," said Shikamaru. "This is about what you want. Don't try to foist all the responsibility off on me. You're a strong, seasoned kunoichi. I have no real power over you."
Temari looked at him wonderingly, staring for a long moment ere she understood.
He was putting it all on her head. If she put on the apron—if she took off her clothes and put on the apron—it would be her own doing, of her own volition. He was insidiously clever, this man, and he was playing a mind game. Temari was fairly intelligent herself, but what would she do?
This had to be a trap. He didn't have any power over her, did he say? That was a lie. He was her husband. She was married to him by way of political arrangement. Even if she was stronger than him, this wasn't just about her. It was about her people, her family, her country. If she displeased this man, he could probably take it out on Suna.
But he wouldn't accept excuses. If she did as he suggested, he would take it—not entirely wrongly—that she did it because she wanted to. Because she was a pervert, an exhibitionist, a slut.
Temari shivered. Despite her doubts and misgivings, more than anything she felt a warmth between her legs. She grew excited as she thought about how he would look at her when she walked before him wearing aught but an apron. When, not if. She had already decided, somewhere in her mind, that she would do this thing. And when she did it, how would he look at her? What would he think of her?
Whatever he thought, it likely wouldn't be along the lines of praising her character or intelligence. At best, he might be entranced by her beauty and decide that she was the most gorgeous specimen of womanhood that he had ever beheld. More likely though his thoughts would be degrading, his eyes amused and filled with both lust and scorn, a condescending attraction to her body with no thought for any other facet of her person.
This thrilled Temari more than anything else, and getting up she went to find the cupboard. It wasn't a long trip, or too hard to locate.
The apron was very small, though.
When she walked back before Shikamaru, dressed in naked apron, her back was all bare, her arms and legs naked. The apron dipped low at the chest and exposed much of her cleavage, and its hem rode up such that it was only just barely on level with her sex. Her ass was plump and bouncy, less firm than some and bigger than many. Her breasts were more ample still, very great and soft. One could call her a cow, and the name would be well deserved.
Shikamaru smiled at his wife—his concubine, effectively. His eyes were bright as they raked up and down Temari's form. The crotch of his trousers swelled with a goodly bulge, and he grinned and motioned for Temari to draw nearer.
Then he slapped her on the ass, making her cry out. A bright red mark was left in the shape of his hand on her buttock, which rippled from the impact for several seconds.
"Where's my sake?" he asked coolly, looking at Temari with a wry disdain. "You're not a very good wife, if you can't even do that much."
Temari blushed, and she squirmed. It was not unpleasant when he smote her bottom.
"I'm sorry, dear," she said. "I forgot."
"Are you a complete bimbo?" asked Shikamaru. "They said you were to be my wife, not a sex slave. You won't get my cock up your ass just walking around half-naked. You have to work for your meat."
He slapped her ass a second time. Temari yelped and whined, biting her lip and barely restraining a moan. Moisture trickled down her thighs.
"Of-Of course, darling," she panted. "I'll get your dinner started right away."
Again Shikamaru spanked her, and this time she cried out unrestrainedly, lewd and shameless in vocalizing her perverse, backwards delight at this treatment.
"Don't forget my sake," he told her. "Or you won't be able to sit down for a week."
Temari looked sorely tempted to disobey right then, if only to experience more of this magnificent punishment.
Shikamaru smiled.
Lord Danzo's hypnosis did wonders.
It had taken years of maneuvering. They had needed to expend many lives to reach this point, playing a long and dangerous game of cat and mouse. The Uzumaki were deceptively cunning, and the Whirlpool Empire had grown with much speed to a very great size and power. Only Danzo-sama had been able to counter the worrisome expansion of that empire, and only Danzo-sama had been willing to do whatever it took to get the traitor back in Konoha's control.
Sasuke Uchiha, ambassador of the Land of Fire and the Hidden Leaf, faithful servant of the Shinrin-Kasai dynasty, looked into the eyes of Naruto Uzumaki as they glazed over. He saw a flicker of tomoe in blue irides, a shimmer of his own sharingan mirrored in the blond's eyes, and knew that the genjutsu had taken hold just as the Hokage had said it would.
He smiled, placing a hand on his hip.
"What do you say, Lord Uzumaki?" he asked Naruto in a scathingly sarcastic tone. "Will you now consider the terms of my master?"
"Of course," said Naruto, smiling genially. "It's entirely reasonable. I was a citizen of Konoha. Everything I've built and achieved owes itself to Konoha. Doesn't it, dear?"
Naruto looked to his wife, Karin Uzumaki, who sat beside him. Her hair was red, as were her eyes, and her figure was slender. She wore glasses and a fine kimono, and the glazed expression of one under heavy hypnosis. The genjutsu had snared her as well, and she was slower to regain a semblance of her personality and wit.
"It does, Naruto..." said Karin in something that was just a little shy of being monotone. Her eyes were glassy behind the lenses of her specs, and her cheeks were pink as she looked up at Sasuke. She breathed heavily, a small bust rising and falling within her robes.
"Now, about the treaty," said Sasuke. "It will take a while to formalize. I've already spoken with your council, but the legalities must be observed."
"Of course," said Naruto. "As per the terms of our agreement, I will abdicate all rule of the Whirlpool Empire and hand myself over to the authority of Danzo-sama. I suppose Karin will be chosen to succeed me."
"Yes, I daresay she will," said Sasuke, smirking. He eyed the redhead and felt himself desire her. The look she gave him showed that she would gladly reciprocate those feelings, at least while she was under the sway of this lifelong hypnosis.
Naruto nodded and rose from his seat.
"I'll go see to my council," he said. "They must be informed of the developments. I trust you'll look after Karin while I'm gone?"
Sasuke looked disinterestedly into Naruto's eyes. He saw nothing left of his former rival therein. The blond was vanquished, conquered by the hokage's insidious devices, and now he was merely a puppet controlled by genjutsu. Sasuke smiled, feeling pleased by this.
"Go," Sasuke said, waving a hand. "I'll take care of her for you. Very good care."
"Thanks," said Naruto.
Turning, he left the room. A moment later, when he had passed the door, there came the sound of steel parting flesh, spilling blood, and glancing off bone. It was swift and sudden but entirely expected, as was the following sound of a heavy body collapsing to the floor. Karin did not stir, save to gaze longingly at Sasuke. Nor was Sasuke fazed when a rivulet of blood ran its way under the door.
"It seems your husband has been assassinated by anti-Konoha extremists," he said blandly.
The line was well-rehearsed, and a shameless lie besides. After all, was it not he who had posted double agents outside that door, hidden under concealment with orders to execute the traitor on sight? But Karin nodded dreamily, her eyes clearing a little as the hypnosis normalized along the lines of her natural persona. She accepted his words unquestioningly.
"A pity," she said with no trace of sadness in her voice. "I'll miss him."
"Yes, he was a worthy man," Sasuke lied. "But the treaty will go through regardless." As a matter of fact, it would go through all the more easily with Naruto out of the picture.
Karin smiled, and she looked at Sasuke with slavish eyes. The genjutsu worked itself deeply upon her, and it showed its effects fast. That, or some part of her was naturally attracted to him, and unfettered by the detachment of this hypnosis it now grew very quickly. Whatever the case, she did not hesitate to begin disrobing.
"All that was ours shall be the Land of Fire's," Karin said, gazing into Sasuke's sharingan. "This is what the treaty will do. Everything my late husband built will be submitted to Konoha and Hi no Kuni. We are all now subjects of the Shinrin-Kasai. My daughters are at your service. I am at your service."
Karin parted the front of her kimono. She exposed pale skin, not smooth as one might have expected, but covered with the scars of many bite marks. Her form was lewdly sprinkled with the traces of dental impression, of many mouths and many teeth closing again and again over her naked skin. Sasuke smiled, pleased by the imaginings this sight provoked.
Her breasts were small and fair, bare handfuls of flesh adorned with puffy nipples. They were perky and shapely, just plump and rounded enough to bob with the heaving of her breath, and the marks upon them were more uniform, suggestive of just one or two sets of teeth that had been privileged to sink themselves there into her flesh. Sasuke knew about Karin's unique abilities. Not only was she a skilled sensory type, but possessed of a peculiar chakra that could be imparted into the bodies of others, sucked out through her skin to heal and rejuvenate. Aside from this, she had the potential to produce the golden chakra chains that were the rarest and most potent expression of the Uzumaki sealing arts.
He looked down her smooth, flat abdomen. There was little sign of stretching, despite that she had born her late husband many healthy and beautiful daughters, if no sons, no heirs. Her children were kunoichi of great skill nonetheless, famed and beloved among all their people. Still, Karin's body was that of a young woman, even moreso than those of most other kunoichi her age. Such were the Uzumaki, preternaturally inclined to a prolonged youthfulness and vigor. It made them all the more desirable as lovers, along with their fame for passion and fiery temper, and their reputation as forward and sensual in bed.
Sasuke reached out and caressed Karin's cheek. Her face burned as she discarded the last of her clothing, exposing firm thighs and a plump womanhood. She smiled up at him, and she bowed her head.
"We submit to Leaf and to Fire," said she, sighing wistfully. "I submit myself to you as a promise of my people's conduct. Have your way with me, Sasuke-sama." She leaned forward and put a hand to the bulge of his manhood in the crotch of his trousers, no meager thing. "I will please you however I can."
"And the treaty?"
"What of it?"
"It will be a few nights before it is made official," Sasuke said. "Until then, I am a guest of the late emperor's wife."
Karin tittered, and she posed regally despite her nakedness.
"Then I will show you the hospitality of the Uzumaki," said she, spreading her legs with a lusty grin. "So come, master, and ravish the unworthy body of your host."
Sasuke smiled and dropped his trousers, letting his cock spring out. It was long and rigid and shapely, a handsome thing neatly groomed and perfectly formed. His balls swayed, pendulous and fertile, and his shaft pulsed, throbbing with blue-purple veins. The tip, at its slit, glistened with the moisture of precum.
The whole thing exuded a potent smell, a masculine odor pungent and yet pleasing in Karin's flaring nostrils. She moaned and blushed at the whiff of it, her eyelids sensually fluttering, and she smiled foolishly, leering at his cock with a sappy and servile expression. Her mouth opened, and she stuck out her tongue, leaning forward. Karin licked the head of Sasuke's cock.
She licked it slowly and tortuously, laving her tongue in concentric circles over every inch of sensitive foreskin. He shuddered and groaned, pleased with her attentions, and she grabbed the base of his cock with a slender hand. Opening as wide as she could, she took it into her mouth.
This is real hospitality, Sasuke decided, as Karin began to enthusiastically deepthroat him. Just me, my dick, and a cute bitch eager to please.
Karin would make a fine lover.
Very fine, indeed.