Dreaming of Daddy.

"Heeey! Wake up, sleepyhead!"

Sarada felt someone shaking her, and she opened her eyes. Looking up, she saw a blonde-haired, blue-eyed boy she didn't recognize smiling down at her, beaming innocently. For a moment, Sarada was bemused, wondering who this was and what he was doing in her bedroom.

She blinked, then hurriedly sat up.

"Huh?" she said. "Who are you…?"

Looking down, she saw that she was naked. Of course, she had taken to sleeping in the nude lately. It was too much of a bother to have to constantly change her pajamas every time she had a wet dream, and the more perverted part of her liked being naked in bed, too. It made her feel like someone could come in at any moment and have their way with her, like she was secretly inviting anyone who stepped into her room to climb into her bed and rape her.

Despite her bewilderment, Sarada grew a little aroused as she thought this, and the boy could see it. He blushed and fidgeted, wearing a very cute expression and momentarily looking away from Sarada. He looked young, but he appeared to understand the significance of the peaking of her nipples and the moistening of her privates. After a moment, he cleared his throat.

"What do you mean, Sis? I'm your little brother Shota, of course."

Sarada blinked, looking closer at the boy. At second glance, she noticed whisker-marks on his cheeks. Two on each side of his face, just like Boruto and Himawari. But the structure of his face was different, not quite like theirs. It made her think more of herself and her own mom.

She processed his words slowly.

'Sis? Like… oneechan? Sister? I'm his big sister? And those eyes, those whisker-marks… Does that mean…?'

Sarada was getting ahead of herself. But she couldn't help coming to the obvious conclusion. Not least because of the fantasies she'd so long entertained. Part of her still wanted to believe, but Naruto had pretty much made it clear that she was not his daughter. She was still a little disappointed by that revelation, and a part of still clung to the idea, but she had mostly accepted the reality.

On some level, Sarada had already realized that this was a dream. If she felt like psychoanalyzing it, she could probably guess the reasons for this dream. Her disappointment at that recent revelation, her continuing desires, the seal over her womb continuing to drive her libido off the charts… all of that very likely fed into this dream.

But she was aware of the dream. If she chose to, perhaps, she could decide its course. Maybe she could do whatever she wanted.

"My little brother, huh?" Sarada said quietly, smiling to herself. "I see… Yeah, that's right. I must have gotten confused."

She crawled out of bed and pulled the sheets and covers back into place, vaguely aware of how she was bending over in the nude, her ass raised high, her legs spread as if inviting rapture and defilement. This boy with Naruto's hair and eyes and whisker marks was claiming to be her little brother, and if that was so, it implied Naruto was…

Sarada shivered, keenly aware that her bedroom door was wide open. It didn't hurt that Shota was right there, either, staring at her upraised hindquarters with a look she sensed to be one of guilty fascination, and she lingered long in the task of making her bed, hoping and waiting for Naruto to walk past, see her, and take the hint of her exposed, defenseless pussy. Or maybe she drew this out just to tease the young Shota.

Either way, finally, Sarada stood up straight, looking at her handiwork, then turned and headed over to the dresser. She pulled open one of the drawers, begrudgingly guessing that she ought to get dressed, even if this WAS a dream.

It took her a moment to fully register the contents of the dresser drawer.

Silk collars lined the drawer, each one with a nametag bearing a different epithet. Slut, bitch, meat, fucktoy, cunt, daddy's pet… only two of the tags had her actual name, and one of those included her surname with it.

Uzumaki.

That confirmed her suspicions, and it made her hopes climb even higher. Further, the fact that this drawer contained no clothes…

Sarada closed this drawer and opened the one above it. In here was just an assortment of thongs, the crotches so tiny that they would barely even cover her labia and would likely enough just get wedged in her slit. Trying the next drawer, she found on one side only miniskirts of such shortness that a row of folded napkins wrapped around her hips would cover twice as much area, and an assortment of tops that would either effectively cover nothing but her nipples or leave her breasts and belly totally bare.

In the real world, if she walked outside wearing such clothes, she would get booked on the spot for indecent exposure.

…But this wasn't the real world, was it?

With a smile, Sarada closed the drawers and stepped back from her dresser.

"Is it a problem if I decide to go naked today, Shota?"

She looked at the boy with a sly grin, casting her eyes down his frame. She couldn't guess his exact age, but he looked to be MAYBE academy aged, or a little younger.

Moistly, her tongue slid over her lips.

"Again…?" said Shota. His cheeks were still pinkish, and Sarada could see that his eyes were resting well south of her face, much closer to her ass than her eyes. "Daddy buys all those nice clothes for you. Don't you ever want to wear them?"

Sarada turned to look at Shota, her smile widening dangerously.

"Do you want to see me wearing them?" she asked him playfully, placing her hands on her hips. "Do you think I'd look sexier in those clothes? Or would you rather have a clear view of everything, and… mm…" She purred. "…full, immediate access whenever you want?"

Shota faltered, staring at Sarada's naked body. His mouth opened and closed.

Sarada saw a tent beginning to rise in his pants, and she licked her lips again, taking a step toward him.

"Well… Daddy does like being able to…" Shota said evasively. "Uh… play with you whenever he wants. But you know Mommy gets jealous."

"Yeah?" Sarada cupped Shota's chin. He backed up against the side of her bed, and she stood nearly astride him, looking down at the boy with a more predatory kind of lust than she was used to. There was something about seeing Naruto's features on such a cute young boy that got her going so intensely. "But what about YOU, Little Brother?"

Shota stammered, unable to look away from Sarada's nude form.

"I mean… I don't know… Why are you asking me?"

"You're always climbing into bed with me," Sarada said, and this became a fact as soon as she decided it. "Hehe… You say you just want to cuddle up with your big sister, but you're at that age where you're starting to get interested in girls, aren't you? I bet you're secretly hoping I'll…"

Her glittering eyes finished her sentence without the need of speech, and Shota's cheeks flamed. The tent in his pants grew larger, and he leaned back against the bed, staring up at Sarada—or at least at her small, perky breasts.

"What? No, I never…!" he protested, but it rang hollow. Sarada could smell the weakness, just as she could smell the hint of his precocious arousal. He saw her looming closer, and he felt her lay her free hand over his crotch. "I… I mean… we shouldn't…"

"Why not? You've seen what me and Daddy do. Doesn't that interest you, Shota? I bet you've always secretly wanted to join in…"

Shota stared at her silently, gulping. Sarada gently pushed him backwards onto her bed, laying his unresisting form atop it. She pulled up his shirt, showing a soft, pale body. He was just a boy, and he didn't have any of his father's muscle yet. But that was cute in its own way, and it honestly made him seem even more delectable. The simply adorable blush on his face didn't hurt either.

Sarada straddled the shirtless Shota, feeling herself grow warmer. Massaging his groin through his pants, she listened to the sounds he made and watched the changing of his expression. Fingers hooked themselves under the waistband of his pants, and she gave a tug, sliding these down, off, and exposing his lower half.

Immediately her eyes pounced on his dick, and she ravenously grinned.

"Sis…" Shota whimpered. "It hurts…"

"I bet it does," Sarada said, greedily eyeing his fat, throbbing cock. Even if he'd not had his father's eyes and hair and other features, this dick alone would have been enough to identify him as Naruto's son. "It's so stiff and hard. You must want it badly..."

He blushed and looked away. But he couldn't keep his eyes off her for long, and soon he was once more sneaking a peek at her nude form as she straddled him and fondled his virgin erection, making him shiver and groan.

"I… I do," he admitted. "You're so pretty, Sis. I've always…"

He trailed off, too embarrassed to finish the sentence.

This was simply delicious. Sarada adored this feeling, and she basked in Shota's guilty desire, his innocent and fearful longing for her. Such trepidation, such vulnerability, such innocence…

Oh, she was going to LOVE this.

Angling his dick toward her sex and looking him in the eye, Sarada purred.

"Ara, ara… You sweet little thing~" She grinned as she lowered her hips, pressing her slit down gingerly over his pulsating tip. "Don't be afraid, Shota. Your big sister will take good care of you…"

Her eyes gleamed, and she allowed herself a soft, husky moan as she lowered her hips further, swallowing up Shota's dick inch by delectable inch. She savored the feel of his hardness, the sound of his distress, and she basked in his embarrassment and helpless yearning. He wanted her, but he was scared to take her, and he didn't know if he was welcome to, or how he was supposed to do it.

Shota was a pure, young virgin, and Sarada was going to make sure he lost every last bit of his innocence. With a grin, moaning louder as she touched down, having engulfed his full length, Sarada began to slowly rock her hips while Shota whimpered and writhed beneath her.

He was such a good little boy…

"Ahhh, Sarada…" Shota whined, shivering in the fear and confusion of a mounting, simmering pleasure. "I feel funny… Is this…?"

"Do you like it, Shota?" Sarada gyrated languidly, turning her hips this way and that as she heaved them up and down, grinding her sex irresistibly on her little brother's prick. "You look so cute. Ohh… and it feels so good, too."

"It's… yeah." The boy groaned, barely knowing how to describe this experience. "If feels good, Sis… It hurts a little, but…"

She stroked her bare chest, grasping and fondling her bite-sized breasts for Shota's entertainment as well as her own enjoyment, playing with them to draw his eyes and intrigue him. It was enough to catch the boy's interest, and she shivered at his stare, sighing and rolling her hips, pumping herself upon his pulsating rod.

The cheeks of Sarada's ass jolted and quivered as she gradually picked up the pace, grinning lustfully at the younger boy beneath her. Something about ravishing him like this gave her a feeling of indescribable pleasure, a rush of power and a tingling of hope at how he might develop. She imagined him a little older, more like his father, more confident and more experienced and now turning the tables on his slutty big sister. Throatily she purred, and she pinched her nipples and pressed her navel nearly flush against Shota's, burying his dick completely in her pussy.

"It's sensitive, isn't it?" she whispered, her voice more than half a moan as she continued playing with her nipples. "Have you ever even played with it before?"

"P-Played with it…?" Shota looked away, embarrassed even amid their incestuous tryst, his cheeks coloring still more deeply red. "I don't know… I guess just a little…"

"It feels good when you touch it, right?" Sarada purred. "But it must be so sensitive. It's almost painful, isn't it? Feeling my pussy wrapped all around your cock. But you like it. It feels good."

"Yeah…" Shota groaned, his hands lying awkwardly at his sides. He didn't know what he was supposed to be doing, if he was supposed to do anything at all. He just lay there and took it as Sarada rode him, feeling her grind on his pulsating dick. "I like it."

"Naughty boy.." Sarada rasped, thrusting faster and letting go of her tingling nipples to plant her hands to either side of Shota, steadying herself as she quickened. Her breathing hitched, and her cunt clung to his shaft, gripping him so snugly and thrilling so sublimely from his girth that Sarada could almost forget this was just a dream. "I love you, Little Brother. I want to take care of you. I won't let any other girl have you..."

Shota moaned, his cock spasming inside Sarada. Made a man by his sister, the boy crossed the final boundary and came inside of her, emptying his rich, virgin seed into her pussy. Sarada arched her back and let out a bovine lowing of delight, rolling her eyes and wagging her tongue as she followed him into the oblivion of release, issuing her euphoria unto his lap.

"I love you… Big Sister…" Shota panted, his face ruddy, his chest heaving. His frame looked so delicate beneath her, suggesting little of the robust and solid masculinity he was sure to inherit from his father. He was just a boy, so soft and sweet and vulnerable, and he stared at her with embarrassed but adoring eyes and wrapped his arms around her.

Sarada bent double, sliding off of Shota's softening phallus, and planted a kiss on his gently opened mouth. Chastely at first she kissed him, softly and with no additions, but then she scooped him up in her arms and pressed herself down upon him, offering the boy her tongue while she squeezed her breasts against his chest.

Uncertainly, Shota returned the kiss as best he was able, not knowing what to do here anymore than he did at any other point prior. Still, he kissed his sister back, enthusiastically if clumsily, and he hugged her close, liking the feeling of her body on top of him.

For a moment, the two of them simply lay naked atop Sarada's bed, embracing as they kissed.

Then, they heard a sound outside her bedroom door, and they realized that they had been caught.

"Oh?" said Naruto, looking in. "What's this, Sarada? It looks like you've been doing something you shouldn't have."

The girl tensed up at the sound of his voice, and she broke off her and Shota's kiss, raising her head to look at Naruto.

"Daddy?" she said, both hopeful and nervous. "Are you mad?"

Naruto grinned, looking at his daughter and his son.

"Come here, Sarada. I think you need a spanking."

A shiver raced down her spine, and she pushed herself off the bed in a heartbeat and hurried over to her father. Turning to him fully, she now took in the fact that he was naked. Had he been wearing clothes a moment earlier? Or had he come here prepared?

…Well, this was a dream. It wasn't going to make complete sense anyway.

Sarada looked at Naruto's big, fat cock and his broad, calloused hands. She then looked to his face, crookedly smiling. Turning around to where she faced Shota once more, watching him stir and sit up on her bed, his flaccid member still sloppy from her cunt, Sarada squirmed in anticipation of her punishment, and she bent over dutifully.

"If you think I deserve to be punished, Daddy, I accept it..." she said, unable to disguise the note of glee in her voice. She lifted her ass higher, wagging it imploringly. "I'm a naughty, naughty girl and I deserve to be punished.."

She looked right at Shota as she said this, smiling from ear to ear with a dreamy, slatternly expression. Her little brother watched with interest, his dick starting to stir again ever so slightly in interest.

Then, Naruto's hand fell, and Sarada let out a cry of pain, a squeal of bliss as he spanked her. She staggered, almost stumbling, almost falling to her knees. Her ass cheek stung where he struck it, her skin burning from the force of the blow, and before she could recover, he smote her ass a second time, bringing tears of joy to her eyes.

He spanked her a third time, a fourth, and the count climbed higher while Sarada sank lower, her legs slowly buckling. Five, six, seven. Her head was swimming. Her ass was blazing. Eight, nine, ten. Her pussy spurted. Her nipples stiffened. Fourteen, fifteen, sixteen. Her hips were going numb, and her ass felt like it had been flayed and rubbed with salt. The tears streamed freely down her cheeks even as her arousal shamelessly dripped from between her legs.

Soon, Sarada lost count. She was on all fours, Naruto slapping her ass again and again, rhythmically and ruthlessly spanking her. The pain was pure ecstasy, and she bathed in a heady intoxication, drunk off his touch and smiling vapidly at her brother. Flat on her belly she soon lay, driven down like a serpent, down like a worm, prone on the floor and too weak to rise or speak. And still he spanked her, battering her ass with a ferocity she always secretly wished the real Naruto would show her, a relentlessly savage beating that could believably end with her paralyzed below the waist.

And Sarada simply moaned in her gladness, basking in it as he spanked her, rolling her eyes and lolling her tongue in a mind-blown ahegao, teary-eyed, sweaty, and slavering. She came as Naruto spanked her, and she whined in disappointment when finally he stopped, only to widen her eyes and gleefully smile when he then picked her up and hoisted her over his rigid, twitching cock.

"Which hole?" he breathed into her ear. "You dirty little slut… Your friend had even come to visit you, too. But here you were molesting your little brother. You pervert."

Sarada shivered, her mind swimming.

"Invite them up, Daddy," she breathed. "And show them how you punish me for being naughty~"

Naruto smiled into her earlobe, and he growled amusedly.

"Your mouth, then."

Sarada purred, and she felt Naruto set her down on her knees. While he did this, Sarada chanced to look in a mirror. Had it been there before? But it wasn't the mirror's presence that she focused on, but rather what she saw reflected within it.

Her hair was blonde. Her eyes were blue. This was the first thing she noticed.

The second was her friend Chocho standing in the doorway, slimmed down like she had used her family's secret jutsu and watching her with a smile. The girl was dressed in her usual clothes, but Sarada had a feeling that they wouldn't be on for much longer.

Smiling, Sarada turned her head to greet the girl, even as Naruto slapped her across the face with his cock. She opened wide, grinning.

"Hey, Chocho. Sorry to keep you waiting, but I got in trouble, so Daddy has to punish me."

"You look pretty happy for someone who's being punished," Chocho quipped.

Sarada giggled and nuzzled Naruto's cock while he grabbed her by the hair.

"Do I? Mm… I can't imagine why…"

Chocho smirked and cocked her hips.

"Heh. Maybe I should join in on punishing you too."

"Feel free~" Sarada wiggled her hips, presenting Chocho with her raw, stinging ass cheeks. "I deserve as much as you can dish out."

She then turned her head and swallowed her daddy's cock as he shoved it down her throat, smiling as Naruto began to fuck her face. In her peripheral vision, she saw a now naked Chocho approach, and at the same time, she felt Shota touch her from behind with his stiff pecker and his grasping hands, nestling himself between her battered buttocks.

Chocho knelt down beside her and pressed her larger, darker breasts to Sarada's side, grinning as she leaned into her friend and lover with a precociously curvaceous body. With one hand, she grabbed one of Sarada's breasts, and with the other, she groped Sarada's ass. Nibbling Sarada's ear as well, she lowly purred.

Rolling her eyes and bucking her hips, Sarada let herself bask in the feel of the bodies crowding lustfully in around her, so vivid that she could almost believe it was real.

She was at their mercy, and she loved it.

Naruto thrust deep, sliding his cock into Sarada's mouth, down deeper into her throat. He rocked his hips, bumping his balls against her chin, stuffing his pubic hair up her nostrils. Her lips curved at the corners while his girth forced her mouth to stay wide open, and her eyelids fluttered while her frame lewdly jolted. His fingers tangled her hair between them, and his palms pressed firmly to her temples, and the seal on his belly filled her field of vision.

Chocho's grasp on Sarada's perky teat subtly tightened, the ginger haired lass playfully pinching and tweaking her friend and lover's breast. Hotly her breath washed over Sarada's cheek, and softly her bosom nestled Sarada's arm, surmounting the raven-haired (no, right, she was blonde in this dream) lass's shoulder as Chocho rubbed up against her, spooning the Uchiha's hip with a purr. Smoldering eyes bored into the side of Sarada's head, and the girl panted into Naruto's cock, groaning as she gulped and sucked and bobbed her head, dumbly contented and yet eager for more.

Shota grunted behind Sarada, his youthful body tensing and jerking. Awkwardly but enthusiastically, he thrust himself between his big sister's buttocks, digging the tip of a precocious dick into Sarada's puckered anus. Lurching, he smacked his navel against his sister's buttocks, making them clap and quiver, and he smote Chocho's groping hand with his pelvis as he gradually began to match the tempo of this Sarada-centric foursome, this spicy, incestuous gangbang enriched by just a touch of sapphic sweetness. He groaned and grunted as he started to fuck Sarada's ass, whimpering from the pleasure of this sinful sodomy.

Sarada reveled in their attentions, rapturous at every touch and every breath. She could feel them all around her, pressing in upon her and grinding against her with their naked bodies. Blissfully she twisted amid them, writhing in euphoria, and she sucked her daddy's cock and rode her brother's dick and reached between Chocho's legs to repay her friend's favor, sliding her middle finger into Chocho's slit while she slid twice as many into her own, fingering her girlfriend and masturbating as well while she was anally pounded by her innocent baby brother and face-fucked by her dear, loving father.

"Is this really punishment?" Naruto remarked, looking down at Sarada with a grin. "You slut… What does it take to make you feel bad, huh?"

She rolled her eyes and rocked her hips, grinning shamelessly into Naruto's cock while she ground her ass on Shota. Moisture dribbling from her slatternly sex slicked and soiled her lewdly probing digits, and she leaned dizzily to and fro amid the bucking, glistening bodies. Naruto's thrusting quickened, and soon his cock swelled and spasmed inside Sarada's mouth, so that she opened wider in anticipation. Shota's own thrusting grew frantic as well, his breathing rapid and his voice cutely whining.

"It feels so good, Sis…" the boy whimpered. His cock twitched, and he braced himself, unable to stop now that he knew what was coming. "I love your butt… I want to do this even more!"

Sarada seized up gleefully, lewdly gulping as Naruto shot his cum down her throat, arching her back and shivering as Shota's semen spewed into her sore anus, and she quivered and flicked her clit, delving her pussy until it ecstatically convulsed and gushed her fluids over her hand. Chocho purred into her ear and nibbled the lobe, and she bucked her hips and plunged unto Sarada's finger until she came as well, making it so that both of her friend's hands were drenched in arousal.

Naruto pulled out of Sarada's mouth and lightly slapped his cock across her face, dragging it over her cheeks and smearing her brow with the vestiges of his ejaculation, letting her breathe in the forceful, dizzying pungency of his arousal. Shota extricated himself from her anus with a hiss, and an aftershock rolled through him after he'd done so, a secondary spurt of cum shooting over Sarada's sore, rosy buttocks. She winced at the feeling, then sighed in satisfaction, her eyelids drooping.

"Oh, Daddy… Oh, Shota…" Sarada moaned, licking the shaft of Naruto's cock and stroking her tender pussy, wiggling her hips in hopes of further violation and use. "Ah… Chocho"

She turned her head suddenly and pulled her friend into an open-mouthed kiss, thrusting forth her tongue and raising up her rump, squeezing her and Chocho's nubile bodies together, one dark and curvy, the other pale and petite, both lewd and nude and lustfully moaning as they frenched and fondled each other. Sarada spread her legs, and Chocho arched her back, the two of them looking sidelong at the two men.

Shota blushed and got behind his big sister, too shy to take a try at her friend, and Sarada giggled and purred into Chocho's mouth as her daddy, instead, lined himself up with the redhead's pussy and laid his hands on her wide, provocative hips. With a lurch and a smack, the two girls were penetrated, Sarada and Chocho alike grinning at the feel of the cocks that filled them and kissing each other more wetly, more hungrily, aroused to greater heights by the use that ensued.

Naruto fucked Chocho, lacking nothing of firmness nor force, plumbing her depths and making her moan, smacking a plump, round ass and pancaking her succulent tits against Sarada's relative washboard of a bosom. But Sarada was bothered by no pangs of inadequacy at the feel of her friend's bigger and weightier bust, just seeing it as more to enjoy, and she unabashedly rocked her hips, coaxing her little brother to thrust faster and deeper and harder into her. The boy was still nervous, but less so now, and more quickly and naturally he acclimated to the rhythm of their lustily swaying forms.

The little brother with his big sister, and the father with the friend of his daughter. The Uzumaki family engaged in a vigorous, passionate, incestuous intercourse, and Chocho joined them for the ride. Because that was what Sarada wanted, and that was what her dream gave her. All of this was her fantasy, her desire—and it was very tame in comparison with some of the darker and fiercer desires in her womb. But Sarada's eyes rolled, either the only real person in this world of dreams, or an outsider transposed into a paradisiacal alternate reality to which some other, much happier Sarada could lay claim.

The girl rolled her eyes, kissing Chocho deeper even as she felt the dream blurring and shifting around her. The setting changed, and the bodies changed, but still for a little longer she experienced this foursome, halfway still inside her bedroom even as the village began to spread out below her, still embroiled with her daddy and her friend and her cute little brother even as new partners started to materialize and a new scenario to instantiate.

Part of Sarada clung to this first phase of her dream, wanting to explore further the ins and outs of this lewd, incestuous life, but another part of her seized on new possibilities and grander, more ambitious desires. Still, the images and sensations of this torrid morning tryst were burned into her mind, and she smiled, experiencing it still even as many other possible dreams unfolded in her mind, innumerable fantasies clashing and vying for supremacy in the battlefield of a nymphomaniacal subconscious.

Sarada lay on a breakfast table, her skin rosy and glistening with grease that seeped from eggs and bacon and sausages laden atop her nude body, sighing blissfully as Naruto plucked his meal piece by piece from her skin, slowly revealing her nakedness, exposing the shame and the pride of her arousal.

Another Sarada was on all fours, blushing exquisitely in the humiliation of the leash and collar by which her master led her, crawling naked down the street of Konoha for all to see. Eyes filled variously with lust or disdain fell alike upon her body like arrows from the bow, dozens of stares piercing her defenseless, nubile form.

Hands curled around still another Sarada's throat, and a fist struck her taut, pale belly, indenting her abdomen and making her twist in agony. Then the heel of a boot stomped down on her pussy, grinding her bruised, sodden sex into a worthless, sopping pulp while she moaned and pleaded for even more.

Yet another Sarada found herself trapped in a hole in a wall, her naked hindquarters exposed and defenseless, jotted and scrawled with dehumanizing crudities while the drying semen of dozens of different men painted her ass cheeks and her thighs.

Another Sarada was trapped in a pen with a rutting stallion. Another was thrust face-first into bathwater and raped from behind. Another was dressed up like a prostitute and trotted out before the village to hear its citizens calling out bids. Another was hog-tied and slathered with butter, then slid into the scorching belly of an oven. Another was set upon by wild dogs. Another was run through on a giant's cock, and another was shrunk to fairy size and used like a fleshlight, and another was entranced by a serpent and swallowed whole, and another was mating-pressed on her wedding night.

Innumerable fantasies swirled through Sarada's mind, evanescing in a succession of heated and illogical flashes, and she was half aware of her sleeping body tangled up in the sheets, half awake and dreaming of ghost paralysis with a blonde-haired, blue-eyed, whisker-marked incubus sitting on her chest with a massive, rigid cock draped over her drooling mouth. Still more half-formed fancies fleeted through her unwaking mind, and she smiled as the seal on her belly throbbed and burned, contentedly surrendering herself to whatever may come.

With a last exertion of lucid will, Sarada abdicated rule over her dreaming mind to the uncontrollable subconscious, permitting all the steamy turbulence of engorged and pathological lust to wash over her and drag her deep into the depths of her wildest desires.

Freely she dreamed, and on the night went, her sleeping body racked by insatiable needs.

Shakily, sloppily, sleepily Sarada smiled.