BONUS ( Sarada)

"It looks like everything is in order," Naruto said, shuffling through a stack of forms. "The Treasury has signed off on it, so that's the Academy budget for the next quarter settled. Does it look… ah, look good to you, Iruka-sensei?"

The aging instructor took the papers from the hokage and scanned the relevant portions. After a moment, he nodded.

"It would be nice if more could be spared from the budget, but this should be enough to cover all the essentials."

Naruto nodded.

"That's good. I'd hate if the Academy wasn't able to afford everything it needed. The younger generation is our most important investment, after all."

"Sure, sure," said Iruka, chuckling good-naturedly. "But we have enough for everything important. Anything more would just go to added bells and whistles, and just between you and me, I think some parts of Academy management put too much priority on getting fancy new technology for the classrooms when they could be refining the basic curriculum."

"Oh, I hear you." Naruto nodded. "Bloated budgets can be as bad as ones that are too lean, if the right things aren't prioritized. Ah… but it's good to know that I can leave the instruction of our young ones to someone as dependable as you."

"You flatter me, Hokage-sama," Iruka said. "I just do what I can to make things work out."

"That's more than a lot of people do."

"I suppose. Well, not everyone is as passionate about their work."

"No, maybe not…"

Naruto shrugged, and he gave Iruka a wave, bidding him a fond farewell. The man nodded and departed, wearing a smile.

When the door closed behind Iruka, Naruto's shoulders drooped, and he slumped in his chair like he was a puppet whose strings had been cut. His eyes fluttered shut, and he clenched his teeth, faintly hissing. Peering through lids that were open by just a sliver, Naruto looked down under his desk, grimacing at a head of raven hair and a youthful, lewdly smiling face. Dewy onyx eyes gazed up at him, a fair countenance flush with smoldering arousal while soft, sweet, girlish lips quietly, wetly smacked on the sides of a throbbing, girthy erection.

His best friend's daughter grinned slavishly up at him, and she whispered sultry celebrations of his manhood, wiggling bare hips and lifting a round, white tush. Her bottom wagged in the air, a petite body kneeling in the buff at the hokage's feet, kneeling unseen beneath his desk, unsuspected and unrepentant as she sighed and rolled her eyes and reverently kissed and licked and sniffed his cock, pleasuring him and savoring him and adoring him with all her heart. A flat, nubile chest was puffed out in pride, a fresh and feminine form flaunted in secret for him, and him alone.

"Geez, Sarada-chan…" he said with a merely mild exasperation. "I can't keep it together if you're sucking so hard while I'm talking to someone. Couldn't you let up on it a little while I'm meeting with someone? I know you like sucking my dick, but I've still got all sorts of important business."

"Don't you like it, Daddy?❤" Sarada sweetly asked. "But you're the one who told me to sneak in here and take care of you… It was so hard to get past the night guards, too… if anyone saw me sneaking in without any clothes, I would have gotten into so much trouble"

"By the time I was your age, I was able to sneak past the guards and knock the hokage out cold," Naruto said, though he indulgently patted Sarada's head. "If you can't even slip past some overworked chuunin in your birthday suit, you deserve to be punished."

Sarada giggled, and she laved her tongue cheekily up his shaft, moaning throatily as she soaked in the flavor of his cock. Her tongue slipped over bulging veins, and it slipped under the lip of his cockhead, teasing the sensitive skin. His erection throbbed, and precum glistened, welling up from his meatus. His length was shining with her saliva, and her cheek was rosy as she rubbed it against his manhood, pressing it against the soft, smooth skin of her face.

"Maybe I should get caught on purpose, next time…" she said dreamily, giggling a little and wagging her hips. She affectionately nuzzled his rod, stroking it with one hand while rubbing it on her cheek. "Would you punish me then, Daddy? How would you punish me?~❤"

"Maybe I'd bend you over my knee and spank you," Naruto suggested. He smiled, seeing Sarada's eyes light up, and he watched her body twist in gleeful anticipation as she imagined it. "Yeah, I bet you'd like that. I'd smack that cute little butt of yours silly, and when I was done, you wouldn't be able to sit down for a week."

Sarada's rump bobbed enthusiastically, and she moaned into his prick, turning her head and opening her mouth wide to curl a wagging tongue against his manhood and wetly, lovingly, indecently kiss it.

"Yes!" she panted. "Mmm… I'm a naughty girl, Daddy~❤. I deserve to be punished all night. I'm such a hopeless little slut❤"

"Yes, you are," Naruto said. He stroked Sarada's hair, smiling down at her and nearly causing her to swoon. "But you're MY little slut."

Sarada looked at him with lovestruck, worshipful eyes, and she surmounted his tip with a panting, gaping, drooling mouth and slipped her lips down over his cockhead, blushing lewdly and moistly mewling as she proceeded to suck and slurp on his dick.

And the door chose then to open, another visitor coming in to speak with the Lord Hokage.

"Hello, sir," said Shizune, leaning in through the open door. "I know you said not to bother you unless it was important, but a diplomat from the Hidden Cloud has been complaining about their accommodations, and he wants to speak with you personally…"

"Is it a serious complaint?" Naruto asked, having straightened up the second he saw the door open. "Or is he just looking for excuses to cause a scene? Darui is pretty reasonable, so unless it's something really substantive, it shouldn't need my personal attention."

"Hm… Well, maybe not…" Shizune said. "But I don't know. It's possible it COULD wind up being serious."

Naruto made a face. Partly it was exasperation at the thought of having to placate an uppity diplomat, and partly it was pure enjoyment of Sarada's mouth working dutifully over his cock. But he did well to make his expression look like it was purely the former.

"My schedule is very busy," he said. "Even if this guy is an important diplomat, unless there's an imminent threat of war or something of that sort, he can afford to wait a couple hours. I can see him after lunch."

Shizune pursed her lips, considering this.

"Are you sure?"

"Is this a matter of life or death?"

"Well… no."

"Then it's purely on him if he's too impatient to wait a couple hours."

Shizune nodded.

"Okay, then. I'll go tell him you'll be available after lunch."

The woman turned around and walked out the door, and Naruto stroked his fingers through Sarada's hair while he watched her form depart. He wasn't a womanizer, but Shizune had aged gracefully, and he could appreciate the fullness of her mature, womanly ass and the particular way she swayed her hips, and it didn't hurt his appreciation of the view that Sarada's sucking deepened, the girl responding to his half-conscious touch and sinking her mouth farther down on his huge, throbbing cock.

Naruto closed his eyes when the door closed behind Shizune, and he basked for a moment in Sarada's eager, diligent sucking. The girl sipped and slurped and slobbered on his cock, smiling dreamily around his rod as she breathed in his musk and sampled his strong, heady taste. Despite her youth, the lass was very eager and quite able to suck his dick, and she exhibited a laudable talent for fellatio as she smacked her lips and rolled her tongue this way and that around his shaft, laving the underside when she bowed her head low and swirling around his tip when she raised her head to crest his length with caving cheeks and drooping lids.

The blonde sat behind his desk, silently enjoying Sarada's fawning, slavering attentions. He looked like he had nodded off, but the stroking of his hand atop Sarada's head, brushing back her hair and pressing down to coax her to ever deeper sucking, betrayed his persistent consciousness. Naruto shifted in his chair, arching his back while Sarada cupped and fondled his balls, the girl handling his junk with impressive familiarity. Perhaps it was a dubious position for the Lord Seventh Hokage to be in, having a naked genin under his desk and sucking his cock. Maybe it would have been an outright scandal if anyone discovered the relationship he had with the daughter of his former teammates.

Sarada should have been like family to Naruto, given how close he was with her parents, yet here he was with his dick down her throat, sitting at his desk with the naked Uchiha heiress kneeling between his legs and polishing his knob like an amorous handmaid. Naruto grinned a little despite himself, basking in Sarada's lewd, worshipful attentions, and he nodded his head and softly bucked his hips, bumping the girl's head with a lurch of his groin. She squeaked, feeling his navel smack her face, and she gagged, feeling his length get shoved not too gently down her throat, but she also blissfully smiled, and she raised incandescent, reverential sharingan to the Lord Hokage's face, staring at him out of half-lidded eyes and committing to a superhuman eidetic memory every contour and every twitch of his contented face. Lewdly gulping, she bobbed her head, pulling back enough to breathe and sweetly kissing his tip.

"Rougher, Daddy❤" Naruto shivered, hearing her tone, and he cracked open an eye to look at the indecently amorous face his friend and rival's daughter was making. He looked directly into her sharingan, undaunted by the girl's immature doujutsu, and gave her a rakishly approving grin. "Fuck my face… I need your milk, Daddy. I'm sooo thirsty…~❤"

Sarada stuck out her tongue and slid it torturously up over Naruto's glistening glans, silkily probing his slick meatus and tasting his precum. Her eyes rolled in a theatrical obscenity, illustrating the dizzying pleasure she felt at the taste and smell and touch of his cock, and the corners of her mouth turned higher still in a slatternly rictus, the junior kunoichi showing an aptitude for seduction excelling many of her most decorated elders. She wagged her girlish hips, still a little slender but flaring out as she gradually blossomed, and with this neophyte physique she somehow wielded a sensuality to humble the most voluptuous babes in the ninja world.

Like Boruto, Sarada was something of a prodigy. She excelled in those arts that were peculiar to kunoichi, the particular domain of women, who could in lieu of raw power lay the mighty low with their looks and their bodies. It was, of course, perhaps inappropriate for her to be getting so much practice in these arts at her age, and it was CERTAINLY scandalous for her to be engaging in these things with the hokage, but neither she nor Naruto were of a mind to feel all that guilty about this unpardonable affair. She didn't care that it was wrong, too infatuated with the hokage, and he was too intoxicated by her affections to resist, too aroused by her, too deep down the rabbit hole of this perverse relationship.

"You're a good girl," Naruto grunted. "Yeah, you saucy little bitch… You like this, don't you? Suck it harder. I'll give you all the milk you want, Sarada-chan… But you have to get it out for yourself."

He grabbed his dick with his free hand, saying this, and he turned Sarada's head and lightly slapped his dick across her face. It wasn't hard enough to smart, but the girl still looked like she was seeing stars. Sarada let out a dreamy sigh before she puckered her lips and started kissing her way back up his length, ascending to his cockhead with a flurry of light but passionate pecks, smooching and smacking and soddenly slurping. She crested his tip and opened her mouth wide, making many soft, lewd noises and shaking her ass in paroxysms of excitement as she prepared to drink her fill and give her daddy all the tender, loving care he deserved.

But the door opened, and Naruto straightened up and scooted his chair forward, immediately making it look like he was busy. One hand was still on Sarada's head, holding it in place, and in shoving his loins forward with the chair, he caught the girl at unawares and forced his length in. Sarada's eyes were wide as she gagged giddily on Naruto's length and smelled his musk clinging in his pubic hair, feeling his balls slap her chin as she was made, in an instant, to take the hokage's whole cock straight down her snug, slutty throat. There were hearts in her eyes, and her cheeks were a fluorescent crimson, and she dreamily smiled and smacked her lips, not resisting or trying to pull back.

Meanwhile, Naruto made it look like everything was above board when he raised his eyes to greet his latest visitor, and despite his reputation for being an open book, he let no hint of the illicit encounter that was taking place below the desk show on his face when he met the eyes of his former teammate, Sakura Uchiha. He smiled like he had nothing to hide, and he nodded to her with a practiced blend of professionalism and familiarity. The woman returned the smile crisply, and she curtly nodded as well.

"Hello, Hokage-sama," Sakura said. "I'm here to see about that proposal for the new Medic Corps recruitment campaign…"

Sarada perked up, recognizing her mother's voice, and she shivered in her excitement. Harder she sucked on Naruto's cock, rolling her eyes and sheathing his manhood in her throat. She gulped, clenching her esophagus around his rod, flicking her tongue and milking him with her mouth, and it took all of Naruto's restraint to maintain his composure in front of the girl's mom.

"Oh, that?" he said. "You're handling that for them, huh?"

"Yeah, you know how it is…" Sakura laughed. "They think I have a better chance of getting you to say yes, given our history."

Sarada thrilled, and Naruto felt her bob her head faster, working his cock with her mouth like it was a second pussy, riding his manhood with her pretty little face. He shivered very slightly, feeling how enthusiastically Sarada sucked him off while he spoke with Sakura, and he mused on the resemblance between mother and daughter, that resemblance which had been what first enticed him to this debauched indulgence…

"What, do they expect you to seduce me? Because I sure wouldn't object if you did, Sakura-chan…"

The pinkette smiled good-humoredly, mature enough and secure enough not to be bothered by that remark the way she would have been when younger. She and Naruto were adults, and they had mostly grown past that kind of behavior. It wasn't uncomfortable or offensive to her to joke about this kind of thing. Indeed, she placed a hand on the hokage's desk and gave him a crooked smile, getting it in her head to try and throw the man off-kilter.

"Maybe I will," she said lowly, winking and leaning slightly forward. "It's just the two of us, after all."

"Sheesh, Sakura-chan," Naruto grinned. "If you look at me like that, I'll get the wrong idea."

Sarada writhed under the desk, filled with an ecstasy of fear and shame and glee, listening to her mother and taking the woman's words sincerely. Young as she was, she could not read beneath the trivial jokes of adults, and she took at face value this remark which was meant only to get Naruto flustered. It turned her on to hear this, and she imagined a dozen different scenarios in which her mother would climb over or walk behind the desk only to discover her there, sucking Naruto's dick.

She imagined her mom getting angry and disowning her, leaving her to be adopted by Naruto as his pet and personal cum dumpster. She imagined her mom getting horny and joining her, mother and daughter kneeling side by side to worship the hokage's cock. She imagined her mom bending her over her knee and spanking her right in front of Naruto, then turning her around and presenting her ass to the hokage as an apology to him and a penance for her, giving her the same kind of punishment as a parent who made a child they'd caught smoking go through an entire carton at once and spreading her legs wide, presenting her daughter's hindquarters for Naruto to ravage until Sarada had either learned her lesson or become a complete cock addict.

Redly glowing eyes rolled behind dreamily drooping lids, and a cute, lewdly flush face twisted in delight as Sarada pervertedly fantasized and more fervently pleasured Naruto, adoring the hokage's dick while he and her mother continued to chat.

"Maybe you would get the wrong idea…" Sakura said with a smile. "Or maybe it would be the right idea~?"

"We both know which it would be," was Naruto's reply. "Don't tease, Sakura-chan."

She laughed it off and waved a hand.

"Fine, fine! But about the proposal, then…"

"I'm fine with anything you propose," Naruto said. "Anything at all…"

Sakura laughed familiarly at this remark, and Sarada shuddered and swung her hips beneath the table. Naruto could detect the movement of Sarada's body through how it affected the bobbing of her head, feeling her mouth jostled subtly by the lusty sway of her frame, out of sight but not out of mind. He smiled a little wider, his cock throbbing exquisitely in Sarada's mouth.

Damn. She may have been inexperienced, but Sarada was GOOD at this, and Naruto couldn't help melting a little more as she slobbered on his rod. His eyelids drooped for a fraction of an instant, and his features nearly slackened. It was a slip in his composure, a chink in his armor split wide open by Sarada's niggling attentions. He was only just able to pass this off with a feigned yawn, and under the desk he nudged Sarada with his foot, wordlessly telling her to dial it back a hair.

"Oh, did you not get much sleep last night?" said Sakura. "You sound tired."

"Might have been an hour or so short."

Sakura tutted.

"Well… that isn't terrible, but you should take better care to get a full night's sleep."

"I know, I know…" Naruto said, brushing off her concerns. He'd gotten this lecture enough times from Shizune and Granny Tsunade. "You don't need to tell me twice."

Sakura gave him a dubious look, but then she shook her head.

"Fair enough. I guess you don't look THAT tired." She shrugged. "But if you have more trouble sleeping, you should see me about that."

"What, you want to help me have a good night's sleep, Sakura-chan?" Naruto cocked an eyebrow. "How bold of you. Someone might get the wrong idea."

Sarada made a faintest noise underneath the desk, rapturous in the grip of her unknowable fantasies and maidenly delusions, and she smacked her lips and gulped and sucked, revering Naruto's pulsating cock and pushing him to heights of pleasure beyond description. It took all the heroic willpower of a living legend for the man to restrain himself from a complete concupiscent collapse, and he still had to grit his teeth for a moment behind his humorous grin.

But Sakura didn't appear to notice, too busy rolling her eyes. She wore a small indulgent smile, though, when she met Naruto's glance next, and she cocked her head.

"You perv," she said. "But is that a yes on the proposal, then?"

"If I said no," Naruto ventured, "what would you do?"

Sakura arched an eyebrow and crossed her arms. For a moment, she idly pitched between threatening and seduction. She could menace him jokingly, or just as jokingly make a saucy offer. The latter would maybe lean a little too far into encouraging that old crush of his, even with as easygoing as they had become with each other. It was fine to jest, but at some point, it would run the risk of crossing a line.

But she smiled, disregarding both prudence and prudishness, and humored the hokage with a wink and a cock of the hips. It wasn't serious. At least, Naruto was pretty certain that it wasn't serious, and Sakura herself was definitely being more humorous than not. Still, it was a nice pose, and for Naruto—with Sarada secretly sucking his cock at the same time—it was just enough stimulation to push him over the edge.

"Oh… I think you have a pretty good idea~"

Naruto's manhood clenched, and Sarada made a muffled sound of delight that was fortuitously drowned out by her mother's remark, the girl greedily guzzling the hokage's cum as he shot it straight down her throat. The ensuing slight coloration of the blonde's cheek was taken by Sakura as a sign of the effect of her joke, but it had much more to do with Sarada rolling her tongue and puffing her cheeks and contentedly smacking her lips on the shaft of the hokage's cock.

"Then I should probably say yes," Naruto said. "I wouldn't want anything inappropriate to go down in here."

"No?" Sakura chuckled. "Yeah, maybe not… Well, if we have the go-ahead for this, that should be everything."

Naruto nodded.

"I'll have Shizune or someone send over the forms when they've been signed off," he said. "They should be able to let you know when it's all green."

"Sure." Sakura nodded. "Thanks, Hokage-sama… It's a pleasure working with you, as always." With pleasantries and formalities out of the way, she turned to leave. But she paused before departing and looked over her shoulder. "…By the way, you wouldn't happen to have seen Sarada anywhere by any chance, would you? I didn't see her at home this morning, and it looked like she had woken up and left before me."

Sarada shivered under the desk, and she popped her mouth off of Naruto's dick to drag in a deep, anxious breath. Thrilling, she pressed his phallus to her face like she was nuzzling a stuffed animal, tense in anticipation, imagining countless possible outcomes, all varyingly lewd and humiliating. Dreamy, dozy sharingan wheeled up Naruto's lap, and she looked up into his face, wondering if he would reveal the truth and dare her mother to do something about it, or maybe make her mother an offer to join in.

"She's a dedicated girl," Naruto said. "I think she just left early to get some extra training."

"Mm… Probably," Sakura said. "She did leave a note saying she'd be out most of the day. Still, I don't know how to take that. It feels like only yesterday that she was still my little girl, but now she's graduated and become a ninja…"

"They grow up fast," Naruto said. He shifted in his seat, the movement dragging his dick across Sarada's face and pressing a wet, sticky cockhead to her high, inherited brow. "Sarada's already a charming, mature young woman."

"Oh, yes." Sakura nodded. "She can take care of herself… and she IS dependable, for a girl her age. Much more serious than I was at that age. I think she gets that from her father."

Naruto chuckled.

"Well, I say she gets it from her mother."

Sakura smiled and shook her head. Sarada panted and impatiently waited, breathing in the smell of Naruto's sex and getting nearly drunk off his musk. The girl's head was swimming, and her pussy was soaked, and her heart was skipping and thumping, her insides squirming with a nervous energy.

"…See you, Naruto."

"Yeah. Later, Sakura-chan."

With this, the woman left, and Naruto watched her go, savoring the view in his post-orgasmic glow. He didn't take his eyes off her until the door closed, looking at Sakura's backside and thinking of a similar tush, only smaller and tighter, that he had gotten very well acquainted with recently. He stared at Sakura's ass, but he was thinking only of Sarada's.

When the door did finally close, Naruto allowed himself to relax. He was still hard, and still horny. Possibly even hornier, despite having just recently come, and he reached under the desk to pat and stroke Sarada's head, pulling her back toward his lip, guiding her softly back to his tip.

"Thank you, Daddy…"

"Hm? What for?" Naruto asked. "Letting you suck my dick?"

He looked down at Sarada questioningly, amusedly. She smiled and met his gaze with adoring, lascivious eyes, and enthusiastically she nodded.

"Yes" she moaned. "And for giving me your milk… It's so thick and tasty~"

Her tongue lolled out, and she glanced down at his cock with her lecherous sharingan, flushing redder in her glee as she dragged her dangling lingual member drunkenly over the tip of Naruto's erection, swirling it around his head and laving it over his slit, licking it clean and flaring her nostrils as she savored the experience of his musky adult cock and clinging semen. Drooling like a starved woman sat before a kingly feast, Sarada licked and kissed and tasted the tip of Naruto's manhood, passionately sampling it.

The man shivered, grinning in amusement. Part of him felt sheepish at the ridiculously lewd face Sarada was making, and a very tiny part of him felt outright guilty for making the girl look like this, but the rest of him—the reigning majority—felt nothing so much as gladness at the fact that he had gotten Sarada to look and act and be this way, that he had found out what the girl was really like and really into, and that he had taught her how to be womanly and seductive.

It wasn't creditable of him to think this, maybe, but he couldn't help musing that Sarada looked even sexier than his wife ever had. And Hinata was FAR from unattractive. But while Hinata was loving, she didn't have this same kind of shamelessly sensual devotion to his dick, and she would be much too restrained to go down on and worship his cock the way Sarada did. And, of course, Sarada was far tighter, too… far, FAR tighter.

Naruto shivered, and he threaded his fingers through the girl's hair, smiling lopsidedly down at her.

"You thirsty little brat," he grunted. "Where did you learn to act so slutty, huh?"

"Daddy taught me" Sarada rolled her eyes euphorically, and she opened her mouth wide, tongue-kissing the head of Naruto's phallus. Her eyelids fluttered and drooped, and her body trembled in a rush of excitement. "Daddy has showed me how fun it is to be naughty and perverted. Daddy's dick is what turned me into this horny little slut… Ahh… I love it. I love your dick so much, Daddy…~"

Naruto's cock, still a little tender from his recent ejaculation, achingly spasmed and throbbed as Sarada started to gulp it down. She began sucking on his dick, not swallowing it all at once but bobbing her head and angling it to and fro as she serviced every inch of him with careful, salacious attentions. It felt so good that it was almost painful, but Sarada looked like she was in even more agony than him, her eyes aflame with desire and her breath steaming from her lips, puffing warmly about his manhood.

"Yeah, that's right," Naruto said. "Hehe… you dirty little thing. If you weren't such a cutie, acting this horny would turn me off. But you ARE cute, and it looks good on you… that slutty, filthy expression."

Sarada beamed, and she loudly, lewdly slurped, the smacking and sucking and gurgling of a fervent fellatio rising from under the hokage's desk. As naked as the day she was born, as horny and desperate as a dirt-poor whore on first-rate aphrodisiacs, Sarada adored and devoured Naruto's dick, sucking him off with all of her might.

Naruto shivered and closed his eyes. He was ready to relax and sink fully into the mind-numbing bliss when he heard a knock at the door.

"Excuse me," said Shizune. "Uh, the diplomat wants to see you now."

Naruto schooled his expression and straightened back up. He caught Sarada's eye, and he saw her smile around the girth of his cock, stretching her mouth over his fat, throbbing length and slicking him with her saliva. He gave her head one last encouraging pat, then called to Shizune.

"Send him in."

It looked like it would be a busy workday for him. But for Sarada, it was the best day off she'd ever had, and her fearless, frolicking fellatio made it that much more pleasurable for Naruto.

It was going to be a long day, yes…

…but that would just make it even better.

Naruto took care not to smile TOO obviously as the unhappy diplomat walked in. His attention was completely on Sarada's saucy little mouth.

She really was damn good at this. She was just a perfect little pervert.

-x-X-x-

When Sarada and the girls in her class were first taken aside for special kunoichi classes, many of them had been understandably disgruntled. Sarada hadn't minded as much as some, being at that time still unenthusiastic about becoming a ninja, but she hadn't particularly enjoyed the special classes either. Not until after they got onto the topic of seduction.

The class contained nothing too explicit, and the subject matter was approached in a detached and professional manner. Kunoichi used sex as a tool—a weapon—and it wouldn't do for young trainees to get all in a tizzy and fluster themselves or start giggling. The curriculum was made as dry as possible to ease them in, and it focused entirely on theory for the first couple weeks. But this was enough to catch Sarada's interest.

She was a bright girl, and she understood the lessons. She did well in all her classes, even if she wasn't especially motivated. But seduction was the first thing to really catch her interest, and she gave it her all. At first she hardly knew why the seduction lessons interested her so, why it got her warm and fascinated to be taught about how men and women sexually interacted. She was, then, still innocent, and if she had a serviceable academic understanding of what she was being taught, she had not internalized it with a full practical comprehension.

Not until they started practicing seduction techniques. They were simple things, at first, innocuous techniques that could be used even for ordinary flirtation. How to make eye contact, when and where to touch, the right tones of voice to evoke the right emotions, the signs that a guy was interested. They were paired off with female classmates to practice on each other, taking turns to get the hang of it. Sarada did very well in these practice lessons, and many of her female classmates even ended up developing very small crushes on her.

But those were just the basics, and it wasn't going to stop there. Once they had a grasp of how to flirt, they were instructed on more adult techniques, on the more serious methods of seduction. The mechanics of sex were explained, and they were taught the things that men most commonly found sexually attractive, and they were introduced to a variety of the most widespread fetishes. They were taught how to kiss, and they practiced on each other. Again, Sarada was the most skillful, and at one point she even caused Sumire to pass out from overstimulation. They were introduced to fellatio (using foods and simple models) and directed to practice this and have their technique judged by their (female, of course) instructors.

As part of their curriculum, the hokage (a clone of his, at least) visited the seduction class one day and demonstrated his sexy jutsu to the kunoichi in training, using variations on it to give a practical demonstrations of the various lessons they had been given so far. The clone adopted many different shapes and proportions, wearing a variety of seductive and fetishistic outfits, and it demonstrated a number of lewd, erotic poses and sex acts.

This was the day that Sarada's interest in seduction class crossed the threshold of innocence. Watching Naruko present her naked body in different poses, watching her mime several sex acts for the class, and watching her mirror the various practices they had done with each other with the female teachers—still in female form, for one reason or another—and reducing them each in turn to red-faced puddles of bliss. Even the most disinterested of the girls paid close attention, and Sarada…

…well…

"Hokage-sama!" a blushing Sarada called out, raising her hand once Naruko had transformed back into Naruto. "Will we be doing any practice today?"

"Huh?" Naruto looked at the class, taken aback. He saw Sarada with her hand raised, looking at him with an oddly eager expression. "Well, that's up to your teachers. I just came here to help demonstrate some things. I guess it's easier for me to do that, with my sexy jutsu and all…"

"So… we won't be practicing on you?" Sarada didn't know where she had gotten the idea that they WOULD be doing that, but it had taken root in her mind very early on, and she had been waiting with a barely understood anticipation for the moment she would get to try out everything she had learned, so she deflated a little when she heard this. "Not even a little?"

Naruto laughed.

"No, no!" he said. "I think your parents would have my head if we did something like THAT! No, no… Your teachers just borrowed me for these demonstrations."

Sarada frowned, lowering her hand. Her face was hot, and she felt inordinately dejected. She hadn't been looking forward to it THAT much, had she?

She gulped, looking at the hokage's smiling face and listening to him laugh.

Her heart skipped a beat, even in the midst of her disappointment, and she felt some of the warmth in her face migrate southward. Niggling comprehension cracked open a dark corner of her mind, and she slowly nodded.

"Oh. I see…"

"I'm sure you were looking forward to it," Naruto joked, seeing the look on her face. "But you'd be better off doing something like that with someone you love… at least for the first time, y'know?"

With a last awkward laugh and a sheepish grin, the hokage's shadow clone dispelled, leaving the class to its instructors once more.

But Sarada was going over his final words in her head even as their teachers began the next lesson.

'With someone I love, huh…?'

For a reason she was only slowly beginning to grasp, Sarada blushed as she thought this.

That was how it started.

… … … … …

That night, Sarada dreamed of Naruto. It was a dream of a sort she had never had before, a confusing and wonderful dream. She saw him before her in his sexy jutsu form, striking an enticing pose and giving her a wink.

"Come on, Sarada…" Naruko purred. "This is for your final grade. If you pass, you can do whatever you want with me~"

Naruko spread her legs, and between those creamy, luscious thighs Sarada saw the rise of something long and thick, something that had not been on the Naruko she had seen earlier that day, but something she had seen in the anatomical diagrams for class. Sarada stared at the cock, and she looked up Naruko's body in wonder—only now, it was a man's body, and the Lord Hokage was looking at Sarada with a smile that terrified and delighted her, a smile like he wanted to eat her whole.

Sarada fell to her knees before the dream Naruto, and suddenly she was naked, and as if it was perfectly natural, she slipped her mouth down the length of Naruto's cock, swallowing his meaty length like she had practiced doing with the model phalluses in class. She grew hot in the dream, and hot in her real body, and she moistened in both that fantasy and reality, her pussy wetting itself in excitement, in arousal, in desire to become a woman. And in the dream, Sarada felt Naruto pat her head and tell her what a good girl she was.

"That's it, Sarada-chan… That the way daddy likes it. You're such a talented little slut."

The dream skipped ahead, and Sarada was in Naruto's lap, kissing him and rubbing her petite body against his mature, muscular frame. She moaned into his lips and wiggled her hips, swaying and gyrating in imitation of her instructor's demonstrations as she straddled Naruto's cock. He had a hand on her ass, and he cupped her chin and looked domineeringly into her eyes, fixing her in place with a confident gaze. She sighed into his lips, and she slung her arms around his neck, kissing him more wetly, more imploringly, using all the skill she'd gained in her classes and feeling him not even flinch.

"I want it, Daddy!" she begged him. "Please… I'm a naughty girl, Daddy… Put me in my place, Daddy!"

Naruto grinned at her more hungrily, and he squeezed her ass and pressed her down with an irresistible strength. Sarada felt herself spread, and she felt something give way, and then—

With a POP and a rush of sensation, she was jolted into waking reality, aware of a wetness in her crotch, pajamas soaked and pussy aching. Her face was hot, and she was sweating, and her heart was pounding in her chest. It was like being woken up by a nightmare, except… not bad, but good. Enjoyable.

She wished the dream had continued, but even as she did, she also remembered how she had called the hokage 'Daddy' in her dream. Which was silly, of course. Hokage-sama wasn't her dad, for one thing… and for another, she just didn't say 'daddy'. Even her own dad, she referred to as 'Papa'…

…But somehow, it felt right to Sarada.

She shivered and peeled back her sheets, looking down with a blush. She saw the damp spot in the crotch of her pajamas, and she could tell that it had gotten through and left a smaller patch in the sheet, as well. Maybe it would dry by itself if she left it alone, but she couldn't go back to sleep like this.

"Sheesh… I sure made a mess, didn't I…?" Sarada was rueful as she inched off her pajama bottoms. She saw her crotch, bare and smooth and rosy, clinging with moisture, smelling faintly of herself. "That was… a wet dream, huh? So that's what it's like…"

She touched herself curiously. It was sensitive, but not unbearably so. It felt kind of nice, but also a little uncomfortable, a little unfamiliar. She stroked a finger up and down over her slit as if to brush away the moisture, and she tried to remember as much as she could of the quickly fading dream.

A tingle went through her. She pictured Naruto's face, and she recalled a vague impression of the final instants of the dream, of herself being spread open, penetrated, filled…

She envisioned the hokage's eyes, so brightly and brilliantly blue, and she stroked herself more swiftly, more firmly, gasping and shivering and squeezing her eyes shut.

"Daddy…" she hissed, hardly knowing why. A thrill went through her, and her pussy felt doubly sensitive, her stroking triply pleasurable. She gasped and breathed the word again, "Daddy…!" picturing Naruto's face and shuddering as she touched herself, losing herself in the remembered fantasy. "Daddy…"

It felt good. So good. She just wanted to…

Sarada moaned, and then her breathing hitched. She felt it coming—it was her first one in waking life, but she understood what it was, and she was ready for it.

Smiling shamefully, Sarada came, spilling her arousal between trembling thighs.

Panting, she looked at the mess that she had made, further wetting the sheets and her panties.

She could hardly even bring herself to feel bothered by this.

It was nice. She could get used to this.

Closing her eyes, Sarada basked in the glow. She barely noticed it when she fell back asleep, drifting away in her own juices…

This wasn't the last wet dream she had about Naruto.

Not by a long shot.

… … … … …

Seduction class went as usual. Sarada excelled yet again, and the instructors commented on how adult she seemed during that day's demonstration, complimenting her on her form as she sucked the dildo that was the training dummy for her fellatio.

"I'm impressed," said her sensei. "I've met many grown kunoichi who couldn't give a showing that good."

She marked down a perfect score and commended Sarada on her diligence, then sent her back to her seat. Glowing from that praise, and from the memory of her dream that night, Sarada listened intently to the day's lecture, in which their instructor discussed the use of pain and power dynamics in sex, touching lightly on BDSM and some more extreme fetishes, before dialing it back to something more approachable for the girls.

Sarada listened as their instructor explained how many people enjoyed being spanked. Most of the girls in the class were incredulous at this, having either experienced spankings as punishments, themselves, or simply having no idea why someone would enjoy being hurt. But Sarada thought she had an inkling of why people would like it, especially when she imagined Hokage-sama bending her over and smacking her bottom…

Blushing and feeling that familiar, pleasant tingle, Sarada watched as their instructor slipped down her trousers and got into the lap of the assistant teacher, who smiled at the class and patiently explained the appeal of this for both parties as she spanked the instructor's bare ass, making the cheeks redden and ripple and perforating the air with a rhythmic SMACK, SMACK, SMACKing.

Sarada rubbed her thighs together, seeing the look of enjoyment on their instructor's face.

"Yes, Daddy~" the woman moaned, arching her back. "I've been so bad… oh, I need to be punished.."

Several of the girls in the class blushed, starting to get the idea and feeling a little stimulated. But Sarada's fascination was on a whole other level, and her understanding went deeper than her peers could even imagine.

She imagined herself in their instructor's place, and she imagined Naruto taking the role of the assistant teacher, spanking her bare ass in front of the whole class and calling her a naughty little thing. Sarada chewed her lip, and she furtively sneaked a hand into her lap, inching up her skirt and reaching for a dampening pussy.

"I'm a bad girl, Daddy…" she whispered, her breathing heavy, her body tense with yearning. She pictured Naruto's face, and she imagined the sting of her buttocks, drawing on memories of a few punishments at her mother's hands. It was a vivid, bracing fantasy, and she inched down her panties, reaching for her slit and looking around to see if anyone was watching her. All eyes were on the demonstration, and the rhythmic smacking drowned out her horny whispering. She licked her lips and started to touch herself some more. "Ohh… punish me, Daddy…"

This was the most reckless thing Sarada had ever done, and she was sure that she would get into trouble if she was caught. This class was about seduction and how to use one's sexuality as a weapon, not about learning to become a horny, needy slut. She would surely get a long lecture if she was caught. Maybe she would get suspended. Maybe they would send her to Hokage-sama for him to deal with…

Sarada shivered. Vaguely, fantastically, she imagined her teachers saying she would be no good as a kunoichi like this, and that if she was going to turn into a lustful little pervert, she might as well just become… become… she didn't know what to call it. But she imagined them deciding that she wouldn't make it as a ninja, that she would only be good as a… companion… for Lord Hokage.

"Here. This useless little lecher can't do anything but dream about you and masturbate, Hokage-sama. Do what you want with her."

She whispered this, imagining herself left in Naruto's office, picturing him looking at her with that familiar smile—familiar, yet different, subtly fiercer, strangely marvelous. She imagined him grabbing her, bending her over his knee, spanking her silly, making her scream his name and beg him to… to… to…

Sarada shivered.

"Fuck me, Daddy" she hissed, almost loud enough that someone might have heard it, and she arched her back, eyelids momentarily fluttering and her pussy spasming. She came from saying these words, and her juices spurted, pooling on her chair, wetting her thighs and her panties. "Ah… I need it, Daddy…"

She smiled to herself, panting and slumping in her seat. Her slackness went unnoticed, as did the glow of her face, but she felt like she was on cloud nine, and she felt like it HAD to be obvious to anyone with eyes.

But the only one who seemed to notice anything was Chocho, sitting next to Sarada.

"It's an interesting lesson, isn't it?" said the girl. "If you wanna try that out…"

The offer wasn't unwelcome, but Sarada couldn't work up the energy to agree.

She was still thinking of Naruto…

If anyone was going to spank her and make her call them Daddy…

Sarada blushed, smiling to herself.

"…It's interesting," she agreed. "Very interesting…"

Chocho cocked an eyebrow, noticing how distracted Sarada looked, but she didn't comment on it.

Sarada was still thinking of the hokage.

She was ONLY thinking of the hokage…

… … … … …

When Sarada got home that evening, there was a message from her mom saying that she would be working late today. So Sarada made herself a simple dinner, then went up to her room, head filled with thoughts from that day's lesson and the previous night's wet dreams. She was thinking wistfully of Naruto, and she imagined him doing all kinds of wonderful, frightening, exhilarating things to her as she crawled onto her bed, slipping out of her clothes.

Sarada looked at herself in her mirror. She saw her nude form lying on her bed, and her blushing, bespectacled face staring back at her. The smile she was wearing seemed somehow indecent, and her breathing hitched as she angled her body and lifted her bottom to the mirror, looking over her shoulder at the reflection of her bottom. Thinking of the demonstration in class and her related daydreams, Sarada wiggled her hips and tried giving her ass a smack. The first blow was a little too soft, just a tap, really, but she grew warm as she imagined a variety of scenarios, and she hit it a little harder.

SMACK. With a proper amount of force this time, Sarada struck her backside. The sound rang in her ears, and she felt the stinging of her bottom. She hissed, wincing slightly, but at the same time she felt aroused, and she looked at the reddening spot on her butt and stroked it. Staring at the reflection, lifting her perfect little peach of an ass up higher, Sarada cupped and fondled her bottom, working it with her fingers, rolling it under her palm.

Drip, drip, drip. Moisture welled and fell from Sarada's pussy, plopping onto her blanket. She angled her hips higher and lifted herself to look down under her body, spreading her legs to see the mirror between them, and she looked at the reflection of her pussy and her ass, gazing down past peaking nipples and her rosy crotch. Smiling wider, feeling giddy, she gave her ass another slap, an even harder smack, jolting her own body and making herself squeak.

Almost, Sarada regretted hitting it that hard. But then she imagined that it was Naruto doing this, and that regret evaporated in the face of spiking arousal. She smacked her ass again, and she watched it ripple and redden in the mirror, and she observed how her pussy moistened further, how her lewd little body wriggled and writhed with a shameless, irrepressible need. Her eyes rolled, and she arched her back with a sigh, a groan, a dreamy whimper.

"I'm a naughty girl, Hokage-sama. Are you angry at me? Is it disappointing to see what a slut I am?"

She smacked her ass, answering her own question in a deeper voice, badly imitating Naruto.

"I always knew you'd turn out like this," she growled to herself. "You stupid little pervert… You like this, don't you?"

Again, she smacked her ass, and she reached between her legs with her other arm, resting the weight of her upper body on her shoulder and her head as she gave her ass yet another smack and started to tease her pussy. Her head was swimming, and her lust was brimming, and she couldn't have stopped herself now if she'd wanted to.

"Yes, Hokage-sama! I love it… Spank me harder, Hokage-sama… Punish this naughty little girl, Daddy! I want it… I need it! I love you, Hokage-sama!"

With each sentence, she spanked herself harder, and she all but screamed the final declaration, confident that her mom wouldn't be home until well past sunset. She was all alone, and she didn't have to hold back. She could indulge these burgeoning fantasies to her heart's content.

…Or that was what she thought.

But she caught something reflected in the corner of her mirror, and her heart jumped into her throat. For a moment, she felt terror, recognizing none other than the very object of her fantasies standing in the doorway and staring at her.

Naruto was silent for a long moment, his face red as he looked at Sarada. He hadn't expected to walk in on the girl doing something like this. He hadn't realized she was already old enough to be interested in this kind of thing. He had only meant to ask if she knew where her mother was, as he had come over to see Sakura and ask her about something.

But he had walked in on Sarada in this compromising position, and he had heard her moaning and crying out that she loved him as she spanked herself and fingered herself in front of her mirror. He felt guilty about seeing Sarada in this position. He was sure she wouldn't have WANTED him to see her like this or hear her saying those things. He wanted to apologize for walking in on her.

But at the same time…

Sarada resembled her mother. Naruto had always understood this, of course, but looking at the girl in this position gave him a whole new appreciation of that fact. Looking at her naked body, he saw how much Sarada resembled the Sakura on whom he'd had a crush when younger, the Sakura he'd cased after and asked out numerous times. He'd thought he'd moved on from that childhood crush a long time ago, but seeing Sarada like this and imagining the girl's mother at that age in this same position…

For a moment, Sarada was terrified as she looked at Naruto in her mirror, and she was too afraid to look at him directly. But she noticed how he stood there, and she noticed how he stared. Glancing down to his groin by chance, she noticed a bulge. It was a very sizable bulge, suggesting a manhood to equal or excel what she had envisioned in her dreams and her fantasies.

Her heart fluttered in her chest, and in a lingering high of arousal, Sarada dared to cross boundaries she had never before imagined transgressing.

She gave her ass another smack. Freshly, she felt the sting of it, and her eyes watered. But her pussy also moistened, and she saw how Naruto started at the sound, how his face colored, how his eyes fixed themselves to her backside. He still hadn't moved, and he still hadn't said anything.

Giddily, anxiously, Sarada smiled, and she dared to raise her head to look at Naruto while she fingered herself and fondled her ass.

"Ah…" she said as if only now noticing him, as if not at all bothered to have been discovered by him. She met his eyes, and she smiled wider, thrilling and arching her back. "I'm sorry. If I knew you were coming, I would have met you at the door…"

Naruto stared at Sarada, and he shivered and took a step toward her as if in a trance. Sarada felt a rush, and on a whim, she decided to more seriously attempt to seduce him.

She shifted on her bed, rolling onto her side and striking a skillful imitation of an adult, inviting pose. She ran a hand over her hip, and she fixed her eyes to the bulge of Naruto's groin. Her heart was pounding, and her head was swimming, yet she looked and felt strangely serene.

"Sarada-chan… What are you doing?"

Naruto drew still closer, gawking at the girl, feeling attracted and feeling conflicted about that attraction. He shouldn't be turned on by her. He should have turned around and closed the door the instant she saw what she was doing. But he hadn't, and he didn't want to.

Sarada licked her lips.

"I was punishing myself in advance…" she said. "…for seducing the lord hokage. A naughty girl like me NEEDS to be punished, don't you think~?"

She was nervous, but she didn't let it show. She was excited, she was horny, she was fearful and hopeful and staring at his tented erection. She wanted him, and yet she was scared of him. But that fear was a delight in itself, and she craved to feel a sense of helplessness, longing almost without understanding to be made powerless in Naruto's big, strong arms.

"You shouldn't say that kind of thing to an adult, Sarada…" Naruto told her. "If you aren't careful, you might give them the wrong idea."

"But it isn't the wrong idea, Daddy… I want you to fuck me.."

Sarada almost couldn't believe how boldly she said this, but she didn't regret the words for an instant. They were heartfelt and sincere.

She reached out to Naruto's trousers and grabbed the zipper, pulling it down. He didn't push away her hand, and he didn't tell her to stop. She yanked his trousers down, and he still did nothing to prevent this. She grabbed his boxers, and she inched them down, peeling them away to expose the prize.

Naruto's cock sprang out. It was even more impressive than Sarada had imagined, and she almost lost her cool at the sight of it, almost degenerating again into the shameless lasciviousness she had first unwittingly shown him.

She touched his cock in awe, and she stroked it. She looked up at him, up into his eyes, wondering if she had gone too far. Would he hate her, now that he had seen what she was really like…?

But she saw him smile, and she sensed him relaxing even as his dick throbbed in her hand.

"…alright," Naruto said. "Fine. If you think you're prepared for this, Sarada-chan…"

He was still thinking of the girl's mother, and he almost called her Sakura. It was the resemblance that pushed him over the edge. He didn't know if he would be willing to do something like this with another girl Sarada's age, but if it was Sarada, who so closely resembled his first crush…

Naruto shivered, not even thinking to close the door. He guessed that Sakura wasn't here—yes, reaching out with his senses, he could feel her at the hospital, still busy. She would be working late.

They had plenty of time.

Sarada rolled onto her back, looking up at Naruto as he climbed onto her bed. She spread her legs for him as he straddled her, and she pinched apart the lips of her pussy, exposing her fresh, pink insides for his use.

"Take my virginity, Daddy," Sarada said, shivering as she called him this. "I'm yours~"

Naruto swallowed, accepted the consequences, and took the plunge.

Blood spilled between them, and Sarada gasped. Her eyes watered for a moment, but then she smiled. She relaxed, feeling Naruto slide deeper into her, stretching her out with his big, solid cock. It was almost more than she could bear, and she felt like it would split her in half.

But it was pleasurable, and she moaned as he held her.

"If we're going to do this, you're going to make it worth putting my career on the line," Naruto breathed. "Even if I'm the hokage…"

"I'll be the best mistress you could ever ask for," Sarada moaned. "I'll be as lewd and slutty and perverted as you want me to. I'll do anything for you, Hokage-sama… I love you, Daddy!!"

Naruto shuddered, and his cock throbbed. He couldn't keep holding back.

"Then I'll turn you into the perfect cock slut," he growled. "I'll teach you what I want, and I'll make you my sex slave. Is that what you want, you horny little bitch?" He bucked his hips, thrusting into Sarada with a force that made her yelp, causing her body to lurch and spasm beneath him. "You're going to be my personal cumdumpster, and from now on I'll be teaching you how to satisfy me. If I'm taking this risk to satisfy your fantasies, you're going to make it worth my while."

"O-Of course…" Sarada moaned. "I'll do anything for you! I… oh, fuck! I love this… I love YOU! Fuck me, Daddy! I need it! Ohhh… oh, yesss… harder, Daddy!"

Her eyes rolled dazedly, and she let herself get lost in Naruto's thrusts.

In and out he pumped, bucking his hips, pummeling her insides. He engrossed himself in her body, letting himself get lost in the slight form beneath him. She was tight, unfathomably tight, and he felt like he was going to go insane as he fucked her. Naruto couldn't have stopped himself if he'd wanted to, and Sarada certainly wasn't about to ask him to stop. She jerked below him, bucking spasmodically, frantically, reflexively, clumsily but enthusiastically meeting his thrusts with the rise of her own hips.

A snug, virginal snatch engulfed the hokage. The fit was excruciating, and Sarada gasped as Naruto's manhood destroyed her snug insides. His cock was nothing like her fingers, and his hands were nothing like anything she had known. She'd barely ever been touched by an older man. Her father had been away for almost as long as she could remember, and she could not remember ever knowing his embrace. Naruto was the first man to hold her, even in he held her in this perverse, debauched way, fucking her in her bedroom while her mom was away.

But for the age gap, it might almost have been a normal scenario for a girl's first time. Almost. But there was too deep a deviousness to this, too profound a wrongness for it to be anything but a sin. This was Sarada's first time, and it was a first time that would have been traumatic for a normal girl—a first time that wouldn't have happened at all if she'd responded to the man's intrusion the ordinary way. But she had invited him, she had enticed him, and she had provoked him. She wouldn't blame him for doing this. On the contrary, she would thank him! She was grateful. More grateful than she could express.

Naruto's arms were so big, so strong. She felt so safe against his chest, even if she felt so powerless in his grasp, even if it was so painful and so mind-blowing as he fucked her. It hurt a lot, and it hurt more the faster he thrust, Sarada becoming more and more aware of how agonizingly big Naruto was. It was difficult to take the full length and girth of his cock. Even a grown woman would find it a formidable steed, difficult to mount and taxing to ride, and for a girl like Sarada, it might as well have been physically impossible. But they burst through the limits, and Naruto made her conform to him even if it was painful. And Sarada was grateful for this, glad to become a woman, glad to know a man's touch.

She wished she could have had a father like Naruto. She wished her father could have been warmer and more present, that he could have been there in her life to hold her and teach her and protect her as she grew. But he was never home, and she resented his absence. Maybe it was just a phase, but she hated her father and wanted to replace him. She didn't want to accept that she was the child of someone who didn't even care enough to write.

Naruto had been there for her more than her own father had. Naruto had been there for her more often, and he had been closer with her, and warmer to her, both kinder and sterner. Her father hadn't been there, but Naruto HAD—even if only on occasion, once in a while when he visited her mother or her mother visited him, for a little time now and then, and rarely ever one-on-one. But even that was more than what her father had done for her, more present in her life than Sasuke had been.

As far as Sarada was concerned, Naruto was her daddy. Maybe not literally, maybe not biologically, not unless… no, no, he wasn't her father. But he was as good as, or better, and she loved him more deeply and more keenly than she had ever loved her father.

It was normal, to an extent, for a girl's love for her partner to take the place of her love for her father. They were different kinds of love, and it needn't just be one or the other, but there was an extent to which a girl's lover, boyfriend, husband, or what-have-you would replace her father as the most important man in her life.

But here, as before, that illusory semblance of normalcy was shattered by the brute reality of what they were doing. Naruto was a grown man, the Lord Seventh Hokage, and she… she was so much younger than him, and if anybody found out about this…

Still, Sarada loved him. She loved him all the more fiercely for knowing that it would need to be a secret love, and she loved him all the more intensely for how twisted and wrong this love was.

It was forbidden. It was unacceptable. Yet it was perfect, and it felt sublime.

The joining was painful, but that pain was a pleasure, and pleasure of a purer sort in itself also was felt, the pain ebbing gradually as she acclimated to Naruto, replaced by simple, irrational, mind-numbing bliss.

Sarada was in heaven. She adored what was happening. She loved Naruto. She loved her daddy.

"HARDER!" Sarada gasped out, losing her mind as Naruto fucked her. "HARDER, DADDY!!"

Sarada came. It wasn't her first orgasm, but it was her first time climaxing from intercourse. This had been her first time, and this was the sublimation of her virginity, the end of her maidenhood and the beginning of a low and womanly life. It was no wholesome graduation into maturity, but a corruption and a degradation, turning from a normal girl into a slut and a piece of meat.

It was the start of her real descent, and she wore a smile of perfect contentment when she passed out, swooning with the conclusion of her orgasm.

Naruto pulled out of Sarada a second before she fell asleep, and he looked at her dazed, drowsy, contented eyes as his cock spasmed, throbbing and aching an instant from release. It was inexpressibly lewd, and at the end of his rope, he took aim above the waist and shot his cum onto a smooth, white tummy.

A last happy sigh slipped from Sarada's mouth, and she listened to what Naruto whispered to her before she drifted off to dreamland.

"You look so sexy, Sarada-chan. I want to fuck you so much more, you naughty little slut," She shivered at his words, dumbly nodding her head, accepting the remark and basking in it. "Next time, how about we…"

She was asleep before he finished his sentence, passing into a dream of herself at the altar and Naruto before her, the two of them exchanging rings and…

Sarada was smiling as Naruto finished up in her room, and she peacefully snoozed as he cleaned up, dressed her, and tucked her in. When he was gone, it was like he had never been there. But Sarada knew the truth, and when she awoke, she would cling to the memory, looking forward to the next time.

This was how it started. It was Sarada's first step on the road to complete degeneracy.

She didn't regret a single thing.

-x-X-x-

"You're a naughty little bitch. Just like your mother. Just like your sister."

"Yes, Daddy… I'm just like Mommy, Just like oneesan… We can't get enough of your cock!"

Sarada shivered, sitting in Naruto's lap and staring at the screen. She was wearing skimpier clothes than she would usually, in the same colors as her usual outfit but distinctly, ever so slightly sluttier. Instead of her usual shorts, she had a miniskirt on, with stockings that went up past her knees, and the sandals currently on her feet had extended heels, so that when she was standing her backside would be thrust up and out, pronouncing its curve and inviting attention.

They were in a dimly lit room, just the two of them. Class was out for Sarada, and her mom was working an overnight shift at the hospital. Naruto had a shadow clone wrapping up the work in his office, while his original was in this small, disused storage room with his favorite pet. A porn movie was playing on an old TV, an actor and an actress engaging in a theatrical intercourse for the audience's entertainment and arousal—mostly arousal. The quality of the acting was mediocre at best, but the quality of the sex was much higher.

Sarada could feel Naruto's hard-on poking her bum, and she blushed at the feel of his hand draped lazily over her thigh. He was resting it in her lap, absentmindedly petting and stroking while he languidly flexed and rocked beneath her, rubbing his tented erection against her bottom. His chin pressed down on the top of her head, and she could feel his breath tickle her hair. It was a position that delighted the girl, even if it was also a little scary, making her aware of how defenseless she was in the hokage's arms, of how horny she was and of how lustful was he.

The throbbing of his cock impressed itself upon her skin, perceptible through the fabric of his pants and her skirt. It didn't help that she wasn't wearing any panties, so that she could feel how her skirt got bunched and wedged between her cheeks by Naruto's bulge, and her butthole twitched while her pussy warmly tingled, a not insignificant moisture spreading between her legs.

Her glasses reflected the glare of the screen, the bodies of the actors intertwining as "father" and "daughter" got hot and heavy. She watched the father shove his dick up the daughter's ass, and her butthole clenched as Naruto ground a little more against her, pressing his tented tip teasingly against her backdoor. She panted, squirming in his lap, aching with desire.

The moans of the actors filled the cluttered storage room. Just barely enough space had been made for the two of them among the piled-up boxes, and they sat on a motheaten blanket and watched the porn proceed. One of Naruto's hands found its way to Sarada's chest, and he cupped the barely-there bud of a breast that had only just begun to blossom. Like her mother, she was petite, and she would probably never be very busty, but Naruto didn't seem to mind her lackluster endowments. Maybe the contrast with his own wife's considerable bosom was thrilling to him, a novel treat, or maybe his tastes had always been for smaller breasts, and Hinata was just…

Sarada moaned, arching her back as the thrusting of the actors quickened. She could hear the lewd noises of the man's cock pumping in and out of the woman's asshole, and she chewed her lip and wiggled her hips, anxiously grinding herself against the hokage's erection. They hadn't done it back there, yet, and she didn't know if she was ready for it. She had done a little amateurish training, anticipating that Naruto might someday want to fuck her ass, fingering her butthole and probing it with a handful of implements, but it was slow going, and she still didn't know if she was ready for something as big as his cock.

Well, even if she wasn't ready, if Naruto said he wanted to do it, then of course, they would. If it hurt, that was fine. Heck, if it hurt, maybe that would even be better…

Sarada blushed as the fucking on the screen reached its climax, the woman moaning and the man shuddering. Shakily she smiled, her breathing heavy, her face warm, her nether regions tingling. Naruto's one hand slipped up under her skirt to poke her moist pubic mound, swirling his finger teasingly over her vulva, while with his other hand he pinched one of her nipples and gave it a tweak, making her ache and tingle from head to toe.

The man onscreen pulled out of his playacted daughter's ass, only for the camera to cut to a door opening and a woman with just enough resemblance to the first for her to pass, with a little make-up and a good wig, as a relation of the first, and she stared in exaggerated surprise at the scene before her as the camera panned over the man and the first woman.

Naruto lowered the volume during the short verbal exchange that followed and whispered to Sarada.

"Do you like this?"

"I…" Sarada anxiously, embarrassedly smiled. "…of course, I do, Hokage-sama." She paused, then shook her head. Her heart beat a little faster as she corrected herself. "I mean… of course, I do, Daddy.."

He chuckled and stroked her pussy, playing with her nipple through her shirt. The blouse was a little low, and while she had no cleavage, it showed some shoulder and much of her collarbone.

"That's good. You're a good girl, Sarada… Heh. Did what they were doing look fun?"

Sarada gulped.

"Yeah," she said. She stared at the screen, watching as the second woman smiled and took off her clothes, before getting down on her knees and joining the first woman to lick the man's cock. She shivered, and her hands rose and rubbed together, fingers curling and shifting as she entertained an idle fancy. "Would you like it if Mama was here too, Daddy?"

"Haha… Maybe if she was thirsting for it like you are," Naruto said. "But I don't think she'd be too happy to see the two of us like this…"

"She'd be jealous?" Sarada said this mostly jokingly, but there was a hint of serious probing.

"Possibly." Naruto tilted his head and grinned. He slipped a finger into Sarada's pussy, probing her as he bucked his hips and lifted her body on the surge of his groin. "Do you think she would be?"

Sarada's heart was racing. She indulged herself in fantastical daydreams and youthful delusions, entertaining a notion that had been growing inside her head over the past couple weeks. She remembered listening to how Naruto and her mom had joked and flirted while she was sucking him off in his office, and she recalled how he had praised her resemblance to her mother. More than once, he had referenced her likeness to Sakura as one of the things that attracted him to her…

She smiled.

"Papa is never around to take care of her needs," Sarada said. "Why wouldn't she be jealous of me? You're here. You're so much better than Papa. You're…"

She trailed off, too anxious to ask.

'You're my real daddy, aren't you?'

She didn't know if she fully believed that the answer would be yes, but a part of her hoped so. Partly that desire was born from resentment toward Sasuke, and partly it was an outgrowth of her inappropriate, fetishistic relationship with Naruto. She wanted to think that the hokage was her real dad, that her mom had just used surgical ninjutsu to give her black hair and sharingan so that no one would question it.

Sarada pictured herself with blonde hair and blue eyes, maybe with whisker marks like Boruto and Himawari. It was a strange image, and she had trouble getting it to fully gel in her mind. But it excited her just to try, and merely the mental flash of her own face topped with golden locks and her own eyes shining brilliantly blue gave her a slight thrill.

"Well, I can do something for you that your papa can't, that's for sure…" Naruto said, diplomatically playing along. He saw Sasuke as a good friend, and he didn't want to badmouth the guy, but he was also willing to indulge Sarada now and then. He slid another finger into her pussy, thrusting deeper, fingering her faster. Sarada moaned and rocked in his lap. "I'm here, and I can spoil you and punish you as much as you deserve~"

Sarada hissed, and her head lolled on her shoulders as her frame shuddered, her hips bucking. She squirted, her juices spraying over Naruto's fingers, and she sighed, groaning her bliss, gasping a bold declaration.

"I love you, Daddy...."

Naruto grinned into the girl's raven locks, feeling his fingers wet and sticky from her shameless emission, the fragrance of her sex rising high and heavy. He cupped a hand over her chest, growling and watching as the actors on the TV got into a new position.

Looking at the screen, Sarada saw the woman playing the mother bent over beneath the father, moaning as his cock rammed in and out of her pussy. She shivered and brushed her tingling pussy, coming up with an exciting thought.

Naruto had taught her the shadow clone jutsu as a reward for being such a good girl. He had taught her the sexy jutsu so she could please him better. She hadn't put either of them to serious use yet, but she had many ideas of how she could…

With a smile, soft and faintly lecherous, Sarada wove the cross-shaped seal of the kage bunshin, and in a puff of smoke, there appeared a perfect replica of her.

Naruto's cock throbbed between Sarada's buttocks, tellingly twitching with a powerful excitement.

"Oh?" he said. "This is interesting… You want to use your clones like this, Sarada?"

"What clone?" Sarada said, playful. Her doppelganger wove a seal of its own as she said this, and with another puff of smoke, raven hair turned pink, onyx eyes turned emerald, and a fair brow was marked with a familiar diamond. "That's just Mommy… It looks like she's discovered us, Daddy. I wonder if she'll be angry~?"

Naruto got where Sarada was going with this, and he grinned. Her clone imitated the earlier performance of the actress on the screen, feigning astonishment as if she had just walked in on the two of them. He shivered, drinking in that look of shock on a young Sakura's face—almost a perfect replica of his childhood crush.

"She didn't have the seal back then," Naruto remarked. "And her hair was longer… back when we first graduated. Down to her waist."

"Do you like long hair, Daddy?"

Sarada pictured herself with her hair down to her waist like he described. She preferred having it short because that was less of a bother to wash and dry, but if he wanted it, she could grow her hair out…

Naruto seemed to guess what she was thinking. He smiled.

"A little bit." He stroked Sarada's cheek, leering at the henge'd shadow clone. 'Sakura' had paused in her performance, waiting for the charade to continue, continuing to stare as if frozen by shock. But he could see in the clone's eyes—in Sakura's eyes—a desire that mirrored Sarada's, because it WAS Sarada's. Yet it looked like Sakura, almost exactly like the Sakura he'd had a crush on way back when, and he loved seeing his old crush looking at him with such a barely concealed adoration and lust. "I used to fantasize a little about wrapping my dick in your mom's hair and jerking myself off with it. About coming in her hair and making a huge mess. She'd get angry, but she'd also secretly enjoy it, and she'd get turned on a little at the thought of people seeing my spunk in her hair and figuring out what I'd done…"

Sarada wiggled her hips, and she gestured to her clone. Quick as a wink, it wove a second seal, and with a second burst of smoke the transformation was adjusted. Now Sakura's hair went down to her waist, draping just over the curve of a perky white bottom. And with the outfit Sakura was dressed in, there was very little of her rump that he COULDN'T see. All she had on was a bright red thong and a skimpy, matching bra, the quarter-sized swatches of cloth barely enough to cover her areolae. Her brow was unmarked, high and smooth and creamy, and Naruto's cock twitched as he imagined shooting a big fat load onto that forehead.

"Do you want to do it, Daddy?" Sarada asked him. "Anything at all that you want… I'm here for you to enjoy. Even if it's painful at first… even if it's weird and embarrassing and I'm uncomfortable when you start it… I want you to do it all to me. I want to be the best sex slave you ever had~"

'I want you to love me. I want to make you proud. Praise me, Daddy. Punish me, Daddy. Pay attention to me, Daddy.'

Sarada looked up at Naruto with a starry, imploring gaze. It was so exciting to think this, and it made her feel so happy. She wanted Naruto to validate her. She wanted him to ravage her. She wanted him to use and abuse and flatter and curse her. She wanted him. She needed him.

Fuck, she was horny…

Naruto smiled, hearing Sarada say this and guessing her thoughts yet again, but his eyes were on the Sakura, and he raked his gaze up and down her frame. And Sakura resumed the act, again imitating the mother in the porno. She blushed, her shock passing on to let desire freshly blossom, and biting her lip she approached, looking from her daughter to her… husband? Lover? Father of her child? Liege lord and general? All of the above?

Her eyes were bright, and her thong showed a dark patch of moisture in the crotch. Her hips swayed from side to side, and she cupped a hand over her deliciously flat chest, sighing and more widely smiling as she approached.

"Oh, my, you two…" 'Sakura' said, grinning hungrily. "Why are you fucking your daughter, dear? You could be fucking me, instead.."

"So I could," Naruto said. He shifted Sarada in his lap, nudging her far enough off his crotch for him to reach his zipper. "Are you saying that you want me to, Sakura-chan?"

"Of course, darling… Why wouldn't I want you to fuck me?" Sakura acted shy, squirming as if from embarrassment, but the glint in her leering eyes showed how she really felt. "How could I ever not want you to use my every hole? What… do I seem too old and worn out to you now that you've had a taste of our daughter's fresh, young pussy?"

"You don't look old to me," said Naruto humorously, cocking an eyebrow. He slid down his zipper, letting his big, fat, rigid cock pop free of its confines. "You look as tight and sexy as the day I met you."

"Oh, you letch…" Sakura wiggled her hips. "Do you think I'm happy to hear you say that~?"

She looked happy, and she sounded happy.

Sarada petted Naruto's cock, smiling and stroking his pulsating length.

"Aren't I good enough for you, Daddy?" she asked, feigning concern, like she was worried he would get bored of her. "I promise, I'm better than Mama! If there's anything she will do that I haven't, just tell me, and I'll do it! I love you, Daddy! I want to be your bride~"

"He's already taken, you silly girl." Sakura smiled, but she licked her lips. "Well… I'm not saying I wouldn't mind sharing. You do look very nice like this, Sarada. You seem so much happier as your daddy's personal whore than you ever did as a ninja…"

"Yes!" Sarada said, enthusiastically talking to herself. "I don't care about being a ninja, Mama. I just want to be Daddy's pet! I love Daddy… I want to make him happy!"

"Oh?" Naruto grinned down at Sarada, watching Sakura swagger still closer and hook the waistband of her thong with her thumb. "Do you want to be my sex slave, or my bride, or my pet? Can't you make up your mind, Sarada-chan?"

He turned her head and cupped her chin, lifting her face to his. Her heart skipped a beat, seeing Naruto's smiling countenance loom over her, and she almost forgot that they were just reenacting the porno. It all felt real to her, real and dirty and wonderful.

"Can't I be all those things, Daddy?" she said with a cute whine. "If you say yes, I'll do ANYTHING you want…"

Naruto laughed.

"Like you wouldn't already do it?" He rakishly kissed her, making her swoon in his lap. Sarada's lips curved blissfully against his, and she bucked her hips, yearning for his cock. But her 'mother' was up to Naruto's lap, too, and the sexy jutsu Sakura was slipping her thong down past her knees. "You don't have anything left to bargain with, Sarada-chan. If I decide to humor you, it's only out of my own generosity. You can't EARN one lick of this…"

Sarada thrilled, watching Naruto grab hold of her 'mom'. He hooked a hand under Sakura's arm and dragged her into his lap, and with his other hand he pulled the thong over her heel, flinging it to the side and hungrily ogling the Sakura's bare pussy and naked ass. His erection, exposed and towering beneath the pinkette, quaked with a promise of massive eruptions, each twitch of his length the omen of a volcanic cataclysm waiting to be unleashed inside that snug, sexy body.

"I want to be your bride, Daddy," Sarada breathed, touching herself. She scooted off Naruto's knee, seeing him stir and feeling him shift. She sat down beside him and watched, listening to the porno wrap up on the screen while Naruto manhandled her clone in the form of her young mother. His hands were faintly trembling as she pushed Sakura facedown onto the floor, mounting her from behind. "I'll be whatever you want… I'll do whatever you want. Because I'm your good little girl. I love you, Daddy…"

Naruto didn't seem to hear this. He was too absorbed in Sakura. The head of his cock buried itself between the pinkette's pert cheeks, pressing to the bud of a tight, virgin anus. Sarada tingled and fingered herself, partly disappointed at being ignored, partly delighted at watching Naruto get ready to penetrate this jailbait lookalike of her mother. She wondered if he had ever fucked her mom in the ass for real. She wondered if her mom liked getting fucked in the ass. She wondered if SHE would like getting fucked in the ass…

Sarada licked her lips and stroked herself. She was tender and hot, and her breathing was shaky. Sakura pressed against the floor, and she made a pathetic sound, partly of pain and partly of pleasure, her eyes rolling skyward and her teeth clenching together. Sarada's heart fluttered, seeing the disgraceful expression on her mother's face, imagining the original making that kind of expression while pinned beneath Naruto, picturing HERSELF making the same expression while Naruto shoved it into her. The clone looked like it could barely handle what Naruto was doing, and she clawed at the floor, drool leaking down to her chin.

The scraping of Sakura's fingernails left thin lines in the dust. Sarada's nostrils tickled, and she anxiously pushed up her glasses, adjusting them atop the bridge of her nose. The light from the television flashed across her lenses while Sakura's eyes went wide, while Sakura's voice came squealing from the henge'd clones torturously twisting lips. In agony, in ecstasy, Sakura moaned, and she hissed, and she squeaked, and she yowled. In, in, IN Naruto shoved his dick, inching it deeper and deeper and deeper. Sarada bit her lip and reached around back, curiously probing her own backdoor and shivering, wondering how it must feel for her clone.

"God, you're tight, Sakura-chan," Naruto grunted. He thrust, shoving his cock deeper into the pinkette's ass. "Fuck. This is even better than I imagined. Shit! I love your sexy little ass. Do you know how long I've wanted to fuck you like this? Do you know how hard it was to hold back when we were younger? Fuck, Sakura-chan… you were a bit of a bitch back then. I liked you, though. That's the only reason I never did something like this to you in revenge. I fantasized about it, though… God, sometimes I just wanted to pin you down and rape your ass until you became my girl."

Sakura moaned shamefully, and incoherent gladness quavering in her tone as she writhed on the floor, scratching the boards and staring at the screen as the porn came to an end and the VCR stopped. She stared at the glowing black screen, its light the only thing illuminating her slender, writhing body, seemingly blind and mindless as Naruto thrust in and out. Sakura looked miserable and ecstatic at once, agonized and gratified, honored and humiliated by the Lord Hokage's vengeful sodomy.

Sarada watched, stroking herself faster, fingering her butthole deeper, probing herself from both ends and panting, squirming, cutely blushing. A blazing sharingan memorized every inch of the scene before her, copying every movement and reading every cue. She could tell how much it hurt for her clone, and she could tell how good it felt. She knew that, when the clone dispelled, all its memories would become HER memories. She would remember it as if she had been the one lying there, like she had been the one getting fucked in the ass by Naruto. She scraped her rectum and pinched her clit, fingering herself vigorously and shamelessly as she ogled this display.

"Rape me, Daddy," she whispered half to herself. "Rape my slutty little ass, Daddy… Spank me. Fuck me! Beat me up and hang me by my ankles… Show the whole village what a horny cunt I am. Let everyone see that I'm your perverted little bitch Rape me just like you want to rape Mama. Use me the way you always wanted to use her. You don't have to be gentle… I'm YOURS. If you break me, you can just make another…"

"That sounds nice…" Naruto murmured, only half listening to Sarada's words. He thrust faster, pummeling the Sakura's asshole. He smote the pinkette's buttocks, first one cheek and then the other, spanking her like he was venting decades'-old frustrations and living out decades'-old desires. He hammered the Sakura's ass, on one level knowing that this was Sarada, but on another level seeing it as his childhood crush. He wanted to fuck this girl. He wanted to love her and break her and make her his bitch. His emotions were fierce and almost beyond controlling, and he lost himself in the sensations, drowning in Sakura's snug, perky ass. "Maybe I will."

He shivered, throwing his whole bodyweight into the thrust. This was a clone, and he didn't need to be gentle. This wasn't really Sakura, and he could be as forceful as he wanted, as harsh and violent and unrelenting as he'd sometimes unlaudably fantasized. This wasn't even really Sarada, and it wouldn't hurt anyone for real if he snapped something or tore something or wrapped his hands around that slender little throat and… His hands shivered, trembling with desires he could scarcely convince himself to restrain, and he looked at Sarada as she watched him savagely sodomize her mother, knowing that once the clone dispelled, Sarada would experience all of this like it had happened to her.

Naruto smiled. He could see how rapturous Sarada looked as she beheld his savagery, how awed and aroused and inexcusably hopeful. She was aware that she would remember it all when the clone popped, that it would slam into her all at once like she had experienced every second of this sodomy firsthand. His fingers twitched, and his hands roved up Sakura's sides. He shivered more, and swallowed, his throat feeling dry, his cock throbbing excruciatingly in the henge'd clone's spasming asshole. Darkly, intently, passionately he looked into Sarada's eyes, desiring her as fiercely as he had ever desired her mother, reveling for a moment in the thought that the daughter of his childhood crush was no less than his personal plaything, his cocksleeve and pet.

Sarada stared into Naruto's eyes, dizzy from emotions she couldn't begin to categorize, electrified by sensations too powerful for her to endure. Deeper she fingered her asshole, and more furiously she masturbated, stimulating her cunt like it was a matter of life or death. She was on fire, and her arousal drenched her flushing folds, and the unfurled petals of a once maiden sex glistened obscenely for her daddy's appreciation, her cunt on display for him to enjoy, her body twisting in orgiastic contortions and shimmering with beads of a heated sweat, presented to him as a burnt offering, a sacrificial lamb to quench his unfathomable appetites.

"H…Harder…!" Sakura gasped, her eyes glassy, her chin soaked with drool, her tomato-red face twisted by an agonized ahegao. She spoke of her own accord, voicing the words with the same desire as her maker, having the same heart and the same tastes, the same will and the same hopes. She was an ephemeral existence, a lustful fantasia like a wet dream that evaporated at the moment of release, leaving behind nothing but a sticky mess and fading memories. She was transient, finite, doomed to pass, less worthy of existing than her maker, less whole, less real. She was a shadow of Sarada, a true image of her, one with her and knowing her every thought and desire, the same as her maker but infinitely lesser. Half with Sakura's voice, half with Sarada's voice, the henge'd clone rasped out what she wanted—what she and her maker BOTH wanted. "Choke me, Daddy!"

Naruto looked at Sarada. His eyes flickered with a fiery longing, and she trembled at the ferocity of his look. But he hesitated, even as he continued to ream the orgasmic Sakura, pounding the doppelganger's ass, pensively lifting one hand and halting above Sakura's neck. His fingers twitched, and Sarada thrilled. She wanted it. Even among all her other perversions, she knew that this was twisted and unhealthy, but heaven and earth and all creation between, but she wanted it more than life itself. She wanted to experience it, if only as memory. She wanted to know what it was like, if only vicariously, through the experience of another self, a more expendable Sarada.

Anxiously, gulping, fingering her asshole and her pussy with equal enthusiasm, Sarada nodded her head.

"Choke me," she whispered, her voice low, her eyes unable to tear from his. "Choke me, Daddy…"

Naruto reached down with a gulp, a growl, and he closed his hand over Sakura's neck. He squeezed. Not hard, still hesitant, finding himself at the limit of what felt comfortable even in a safe fantasy, even acted out with a clone to whom absolutely ANYTHING could be done without causing lasting harm. Sarada would feel it like it had been done to her, but it wouldn't hurt her. She would be fine. And she clearly wanted it. She looked like she would enjoy nothing better. He squeezed a little tighter, gripping Sakura's throat a little harder at Sarada's imploring look, at the pinkette's orgasmic clench, pussy squeezing tighter around his cock the tighter he squeezed her throat.

"You slut…" Naruto said. "You dirty little pervert. You really are sick."

"I know…" Sarada trembled, feeling herself near the brink. "I'm a sick, freaky pervert, Daddy… I'm such an awful, naughty slut. You must be so disappointed, having a horny, twisted daughter like me…"

"Not at all." Naruto licked his lips. He squeezed a little tighter, feeling his cock throb. Sakura clenched even tighter, garroting his cock while he throttled her neck. "I couldn't be prouder."

His cock clenched, tightening as it shunted a hefty load of semen into Sakura's asshole (Sarada's asshole), squeezing Sakura's throat (Sarada's throat) until the girl let out a strangled choking sound, squeezing tighter and tighter and TIGHTER as he came until suddenly his fingers felt no resistance, his cock felt no pressure, and his semen issued in thick, hot ropes over the dusty floor while wisps of smoke curled and faded around his hands, between his legs. The shape of a girl in the throes of ecstasy persisted for a moment past the clone's conclusion, but she was now only vapor, her true substance exposed upon the façade's breach, and everything that had been the clone's filtered back into the original: chakra, memory, sensations, and all.

Sarada seized up as it crashed over her, even as she saw Naruto's twitching erection disgorge his aftershocks onto the floor. Like a tidal wave of feelings and images it drowned her conscious mind, smothering her under everything the clone had experienced in its brief existence. The whole sodomy and strangulation were condensed into an instant of consciousness, imprinted into Sarada's memory like she had lived through it herself, like she had been fucked in the ass, like SHE had been choked out.

It was more than the girl could possibly endure. Her mouth twisted, corners bending skyward, and her head rolled upon her shoulders, listing drunkenly back as she convulsed beneath the crashing wave of memory, laid low by the weight of her own lust. She came, arching her back, squirting, feeling herself go faint.

As if she were the one who had been choked, as if she were the one who had been starved of air, Sarada fell back in a swoon, seeing her vision cloud, hearing Naruto's voice as if from under a great depth of water.

His words echoed in her ears, and she smiled blissfully in the afterglow of her ecstasy.

"I couldn't be prouder."

"Thank you, Daddy…"

Sarada whispered this as her eyes closed, before she passed out.

Then, she knew no more.

… … … … ….

She dreamed that she was standing at the altar. He was before her, smiling and looking stunning in a tightly pressed tuxedo. Dazzling blue eyes, shiningly golden hair, broad and powerful shoulders… everything about him enraptured her.

She was aware of being in a wedding dress. She was aware of a camera recording it as they exchanged their oaths before the assembled friends and family, as the two of them leaned close to kiss and seal their marriage vows.

It was joy. Inexpressible gladness. But it did not end here.

She was next aware of her dress coming off, of him looming over her with a ravenous smile, of his hands taking hold of her naked body and pressing her down on their nuptial bed. And she was aware of the camera, still rolling, still silently filming, its faceless bearer watching and recording it as the groom took the bride.

And he took her, and he had her, and he fucked her all night long.

And the camera recorded every second of it.

… … … … …

Sarada woke in a bed—HER bed—hot and sweaty and sore. For a moment, she thought the wedding had happened for real, in the first instant of consciousness straddling the gulf between dreams and reality. But as she came more to herself, she realized where she was, and rubbing her head, she sat up.

No… the wedding had been a dream. That was certain. For a moment, Sarada wondered if maybe it had ALL been a dream. But, no, that wasn't right. The kind and quality of the recollections was different, between the wedding and the storeroom tryst, the latter infinitely more vivid, more concrete.

Furthermore, as Sarada sat up, she became aware that her backside was sore. Very sore. And it felt crusty and sticky, too…

She lowered her hand from massaging her temple and spotted a short bit of writing upon it.

'Sorry, Sarada-chan~ I'd just wanted to drop you off at home, but I couldn't help myself when you rolled over and showed me that sexy little ass… I hope it doesn't hurt too much!'

Sarada smiled, finding that she didn't mind how sore her ass felt, now that she could guess the cause.

She recalled the memories of the henge'd clone that had been sodomized by Naruto, and strangled by him. She smiled, imagining the same, but happening to her while she was asleep. It seemed really hot, in some way she couldn't explain.

Not even the illusory dignity of a mistress or a lover… she was just his cocksleeve. Just his personal fucktoy.

Sarada smiled.

"Ahh, Daddy, you meanie… But maybe I should do something nice for you?"

Her smile widened as she recalled the porno.

Well…

…she could think of a few things.

With a twinkle in her eye and a swing of her hips, Sarada got up and started to get ready for the day.

Yes, she knew exactly what she would do to repay her daddy

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