Wild, wild wet (Dreams)

It was a long night for Sarada. Not a BAD night by any stretch of the imagination… but a long night, nonetheless. Not because she was busy, nor because she couldn't fall asleep. To the contrary, she was off to dreamland within minutes of laying her head on the pillow. There wasn't any issue with falling asleep.

Just… her dreams seemed to last especially long, and they were extraordinarily vivid and exquisitely arousing. And also, they were… well, some of them were VERY unusual. Not in a bad way, though… Frankly, she could probably get used to some of them. They were weird, but certainly fun.

Still, it was a long night, and her dreams only got wilder as it progressed.

For starters was the usual…

… … … … …

Sarada looked up at Naruto with a smile, sappy and blissful, standing before the altar with him as she had several times since starting to get with the man, getting married to him in her dreams as she had every night for the last several weeks. The usual guests were here to witness it, friends and family and fellow villagers, and representatives from foreign villages, and cameramen who streamed the event live to the rest of the elemental nations.

Her knees were weak as she stood before the altar, and goosebumps rose all across her fair, blushing skin at the tickling of the air. Her loins were damp, and her butthole was puckered, and she was doing her best to smile despite the bright red ball gag in her mouth. Her wedding dress, if a "dress" it could be called, was wrapped around her slender frame in a few frilly wisps of white lace, sheer and skimpy and slutty. Closer to lingerie it was in coverage, save that lingerie at least might have bothered to conceal her most private places, but this "dress" seemed engineered specifically to accentuate and expose her lewdest parts.

A vibrator was buzzing in Sarada's pussy, and a chain of anal beads was lodged up her anus, and silver clamps were pinching her nipples until it felt like they were going to come off, while the priest droned wearyingly on through his rote recitation. Sarada was barely able to listen to what the man was saying, more interested in the sniggering, leering guests as they whispered just barely audible crudities and aspersions regarding her indecent state of dress, and doubly more interested again in the groom, who stood before her, smiling in a smart black tuxedo, in whose manner of dress the only eccentricity was his zipper being down and his rigid cock out.

Sarada was blissful when she saw Himawari carry up the rings that she and Naruto would be exchanging. One was a ring of circumference enough to slip down the length of his girthsome cock, while the other was small, more like an earring. But Sarada knew that it wouldn't be going onto her ear, and when the point came for her and Naruto to place their rings on one another, she knelt and slipped Naruto's ring over his cock, giving his tip a kiss when it was on, then stood back up and spread her legs, pulling her pussy open to present Naruto with her bare, ruddy, sopping sex. Naruto knelt to return the favor, giving her pussy a lick as if to warm her up for it before seizing none too gently upon her swollen, throbbing clit and—

Sarada felt the pinch of it, or she dreamed that she felt the pinch. There was no actual pain, of course, but there was a shock and a thrill and a rush that jolted her halfway into lucidity, almost waking her up as her clit was pierced and adorned with the special wedding ring Naruto had picked out just for her, a ring that of course she would dress so everyone would be able to see it…

Naruto kissed her pussy and licked it a little more, either soothing her after the piercing of her clit or simply enjoying himself a bit with the taste and mouthful of her soft, warm, lewdly moistening sex. Sarada was grateful, either way, and she moaned her thanks to Naruto, and her feelings for Naruto, and she sighed out a dreamy "I do" as she came, answering a ritual query she didn't even hear.

And Naruto smiled up at her and smacked his lips, standing up and taking hold of her with his hands. She felt excitingly small in his grasp, and she was exhilaratingly aware of his strength in the firmness of his fingers digging into her sides. The head of his cock pressed against her entrance, and it seemed to grow larger and larger and LARGER as it was inched up into her sopping, aching, spasming womanhood.

"I love you, Sarada," Naruto growled, hoisting her and turning her so she could see all the guests watching as he pressed down on her petite body, as he bucked his hips and buried his length into her sodden cunt. He seemed even bigger inside her than normal, and looking down she could see a taut, creamy tummy bulge with the outline of his erection. "And I want everyone to know it."

Sarada moaned, even as she saw the bulge of Naruto's cock grow larger, even as she felt his hands seem broader and heaver on her sides. Their surroundings seemed to rise around her, looming higher and more awful as Naruto began pushing her up and down on his dick, thrusting himself in and out of her so that she could feel him driving effortlessly through her cervix, reaming her womb with his massive, unendurable cock. Her head lolled on her shoulders, her eyelids fluttering low, and she panted more heavily, increasingly aware of the strain of Naruto's continuously swelling cock.

The guests looked like giants, and Naruto's dick felt like a pillar inside her belly, and Sarada could see how Naruto's hands spanned the distance from her armpits to her hips with their breadth, his fingers interweaving over her midsection as he drove her forcibly up and down on his rod. Very dimly, delirious from this improbable but excellent use of her body, it occurred to Sarada that, rather than Naruto's cock and everything else getting bigger and bigger, it seemed much more reasonable to suppose that she was simply shrinking.

Indeed, she was!

Smaller and smaller Sarada became as Naruto fucked her, smaller and smaller until she was barely more than the size of a child's doll, small enough for him to hold and handle with just one hand, so small that as he thrust his cock up into her, she could feel it plunge up through her whole body like an impaling spike, almost gagging her in the back of her throat. Her head tilted back, and her mouth opened wide, tears of gladness and pain streaming from Sarada's blazing, heart-patterned sharingan as she tasted the familiar flavor of Naruto's cock soaked with her juices in the back of her mouth, her face flush and her limbs uselessly swinging as she was shoved up and down on his cock like a fleshlight.

She was drooling, and the tears flowed freely from her eyes, but she was smiling obscenely as her mouth gaped around the emerging tip of Naruto's cock, as his glistening knob protruded from between her slatternly lips for all the guests to see. Sarada was completely impaled on Naruto's cock, and she could not have been happier, getting used by him roughly, so roughly that she felt like she was going to ascend from sheer euphoria. She could feel him filling her utterly, and she could feel herself stretching out around him like a glove, and she was sublimely, blissfully powerless in his hands.

It felt to her like heaven, and she didn't want it to ever end.

But when it DID end, Naruto's cock spasming inside her, shooting his semen high in the air over her head, Sarada could not have been happier, and she came and came and CAME with all of her body, orgasming from head to toe as she became nothing but ecstasy, nothing but a wet, meaty, distended lump of bliss.

She came so hard, so much, and so long, that she found herself suddenly alone in her bedroom, staring up at the ceiling, sweaty and lying in a puddle of her own juices. For a moment, she was awake and aware that it had been only a dream—on the one hand, yes, of course it had just been that, but on the other hand, she couldn't help feeling a tad disappointed.

But her eyes were still very heavy, and she was still very much tired. She could tell that it wasn't far into the night, and she knew that she needed to get much more sleep.

Having soaked her pajamas with her ecstasy and her sweat, Sarada took the time only to peel them off and drop them to the floor before curling back up between the sheets, naked and drowsy and tender and tingling.

Despite the arousal from her dream, the girl soon again drifted off into sleep.

… … … … …

"Good girl, Sarada-chan. You're such a very good girl…"

Naruto was smiling at her, and his tone was warm and husky and just the faintest bit overbearingly haughty. His smile had a touch of savage arrogance not quite characteristic of him, save for when he got into his darkest and lustiest moods while playing with her, and his cock was standing up tall and turgid as he sat in his chair in the hokage's office.

…or a chair of sorts, anyway. His assistant Shizune was on her hands and knees, buck naked and wearing only a black choker. Her modest breasts hung down, and her pert ass was enticingly uplifted between Naruto's legs, her head out of sight behind him and her nether regions facing the door. In lieu of a desk, Moegi-sensei and Hanabi-sensei were prostrated before him, perpendicular to Shizune, their hindquarters fastened together by a fat, double-ended dildo, holding up his work materials on their smooth, bare backs.

Naruto's wife, Hinata, and Auntie Ino, and Karui-san and Tenten-san, were all standing at attention behind Naruto, backing him up as a dutiful harem, tagged and collared and as naked as the day they were born. Flanking him on one side, as well, was Sakura, who knelt and fawned and simpered over the lordly master of the Leaf—no longer merely the hokage, but a king who had seized all that he deserved. With a seraglio of beautiful subjects to pleasure him, and naked women bound and gagged to take the place of his furniture, he looked every bit as grand and magnificent now as he always had looked to Sarada.

And the girl in question smiled adoringly, kneeling to the other side of Naruto, aware of the obscenity of this setting but seeing nothing wrong with it, hardly even anything ODD about it. This was normal. It was natural. It was merely as much as her daddy ought to have, and it was only surprising that he hadn't acquired this vast harem sooner. He was a conqueror, a supreme and unquestionable master, and none of them would dream to question him, nor would any of them ever want to do anything but please him and honor him as their lord and owner.

And Sarada was as slavishly devoted as any of the women here, as deeply enthralled and hopelessly adoring as any of the hokage's lowest and horniest bitches. So, too, was her mother, and together Sakura and Sarada simpered and groveled and reverenced Naruto, licking his cock and stroking his sides and wiggling their bare bottoms, letting their arousal drip freely from between their legs.

Naruto scratched Sarada's chin, rewarding her while his cock throbbed in her mouth, and he petted her mother's head while Sakura sucked and slurped on his balls. Mother and daughter made the lewdest of faces, losing themselves in their lust for their master, and they loved him and serviced him and silently thanked him for this subjugation while Sasuke powerlessly waited and watched, standing within the door of Naruto's office.

Yes, that's right. Sasuke was there, standing in the doorway and quietly watching while his wife and daughter were made to grovel over Naruto, to service him and worship his cock. He was watching this spectacle, saying nothing, doing nothing, simply watching. A passive spectator, a cuckolded coward, Sasuke watched with his sharingan alight, shamefacedly burning into memory the forms of Sakura and Sarada kneeling before Naruto, forced to commit to perfect eidetic memory the sight of them sucking Naruto's dick.

Sarada smiled, and she purred and sucked on Naruto's cock deeper, taking more of him into her mouth while she raised her hips and shook her ass. She was aware of her father impotently spectating, and she reveled in it as she showed him how she was the hokage's property. Lewdly, shamelessly, Sarada demonstrated her devotion to her love, her lord, her master, sucking his cock like it was the tastiest thing she'd ever sampled, spreading her legs and obscenely touching herself as she moistened in the bliss of this exhibitionistic submission.

Sakura whined, a little jealous of how much her daughter was getting, but too obedient to really fuss. And she was enjoying it well enough just to get to suck on his balls, and she sighed and smacked her lips happily as she slurped and licked his sack, slicking him with an idolatrous slaver and tickling him with a blasphemous breath. Truly an infidel, faithless and shameless, Sakura reverenced Naruto's balls while her husband watched, aware of Sasuke but giving him no more consideration than she might have to a gnat. He might as well not have even existed, right then. Naruto was all that mattered. His balls were the only thing she cared about.

And Sasuke watched all of this, passive in deference to Naruto, powerless to defy the hokage. He was an unworthy father, an inadequate husband, distant and uncaring and simply insufficient beside the stud that was Naruto Uzumaki. Of course, the blonde would snatch his wife and daughter out from under his nose. Of course, Sakura and Sarada would serve Naruto and adore him and barely even care if Sasuke was there to see it while they did so. No, if anything, they were even MORE enthusiastic in their ministrations as Sasuke watched, turned on by the fact that they were emasculating him by this worship of his old rival's cock, spiting him with every kiss and lick and breathless moan.

Naruto smiled condescendingly at Sasuke, seeing the Uchiha's obedience confirmed beyond a shadow of doubt. The man was too cowardly to step forward and assert his rights, and his refusal was as good as forfeiture. Sakura belonged to Naruto, and Sasuke's passivity affirmed that. Sarada was Naruto's bitch, and Sasuke's inaction only cemented it. They belonged to Naruto. They adored him. He had taken them from Sasuke, and he had no intention of giving them back.

"But if you do what I say, I can always reward you," Naruto said. "You don't mind sloppy seconds, right?"

He gave Sakura's ass a slap. The woman moaned, her eyes rolling in her sockets.

Sasuke showed no overt response, not stoic but broken, too meekly submissive to even show dismay.

"Of course not."

Sarada smiled, hearing this. She was happy to hear Sasuke put in his place. She was happy to see her supposed father unmanned and dishonored. That was what he deserved. He wasn't good enough to be her daddy. He was just her papa, if he was even that.

But Naruto was more gracious than his pet, even in her dream, and he nodded at Sasuke's words and prodded Sakura, getting her attention and compelling her to rise.

"Why don't you go give your husband his reward for being a good boy?" Naruto said to the woman, smirking with just a hint of the sadism and spite that Sarada wanted him to show. "I think he might like that, yeah? And I think he's earned it, being so obedient."

Sakura pouted, whining a little.

"Okaaaay."

She popped Naruto's balls out of her mouth and turned to attend to her ostensible husband.

Naruto then looked at Sarada, who was sucking his dick as sloppily and enthusiastically as ever.

"Are you going to go help her at all?"

Sarada gave Naruto an innocent look, even as she continued sucking on his dick. She loved the taste of this cock, the smell of it, the feel of it. The warmth, the rigidity, the throbbing of his vitality within it… everything about this cock simply excited her. She adored this cock. It was her greatest joy in life.

"Why should I?" Sarada somehow managed to say this with a mouthful of Naruto's meat. "Mom can take care of it…"

Indeed, Sakura seemed to be doing just fine, pinning Sasuke down and straddling with an undisguised look of contempt. Maybe he was into that kind of thing, or maybe Sakura was just unable to hide her feelings as she lowered herself onto her so-called husband's subpar dick.

"That isn't what you're thinking," Naruto said, smiling. "You just like sucking me off too much to stop."

"Mm… Do you blame me, Daddy? Mwah…"

Naruto chuckled, smiling at Sarada's shameless expression.

"No," he said. "Maybe not."

He came, and Sarada gulped it down. It was a substantial ejaculation, thick and copious, and Sarada shivered as she swallowed it. There was so much… She almost felt like she would drown in his cum. She couldn't possibly swallow it all.

His dick popped out of her mouth, and more of his semen sprayed over her face, marking her as his property. She happily sighed, feeling his seed slap her cheeks, and she nuzzled his dick when his ejaculation finally stopped.

"I love you, Daddy."

He spanked her, and she yelped.

"Good girl," Naruto said. "That's the kind of thing I want to hear…"

Shamefully, Sarada smiled.

"I love you, Daddy.." she moaned, even as her mother's ass rose and fell, as her mother's hips rocked and made a womanly cunt to grind on her alleged father's erection. Sarada climbed into Naruto's lap, eager and giddy, straddling his rod and staring up into his face. "I love you, Daddy!"

Naruto gave her ass another smack, causing her to lurch and press her pussy to his tip. She groaned at the feel of his dick against her entrance, and she closed her eyes, yearning to feel him inside her.

"Good girl," he repeated, giving her ass yet another smack, spanking her in reward. "Daddy loves you, too."

He pushed Sarada down onto his cock, his spanks driving her to thrust upon him, and her world exploded in sensation as she was filled, an ecstasy like no other rushing through the girl at his words. She wanted to hear it again. She wanted to hear it more and more.

But she also wanted to be treated more roughly. She didn't understand it, but…

"Spank me harder, Daddy!" Sarada moaned, taking note of her nominal father only enough to feel pleasure at being stolen from him. "Punish me more… Conquer me, Daddy! I'm yours~"

Naruto grinned, tipped her head, and hungrily kissed her.

"Mmm… If you insist."

Sarada melted into that kiss, and she savored the taste of those lips. But soon that taste was rather sweeter, and those lips were decidedly softer.

It was no longer Naruto who was kissing her, but Sumire. And her pussy was no longer getting plumbed by Naruto's cock but licked and lightly nibbled by her friend (with benefits), Chocho.

But Sarada was nowhere near lucid enough to think the transition strange, and she simply smiled.

"Ahhh… That feels so nice, Chocho," she sighed, curving her spine and pressing her pussy up against the redhead's mouth. It was a familiar sensation, and she basked in it, always loving how Chocho ate her out, loving it ever since their first time experimenting with these things in class. And she kissed Sumire deeper at the same time, grabbing the violette's ass and giving it a squeeze, causing her to familiarly whimper and whine, and she angled her head for better purchase, coaxing Sumire's mouth open and sneaking her tongue lecherously inside. "Mmmmmm.."

Sarada had only a vague idea of their location. In class, maybe? Yes, the teachers were watching and grading them. Their other classmates were blushing and admiring them. Yes… this was part of their sex education, their seduction classes. Sarada moaned and ground her muff against Chocho's lips, encouraging her friend to lick deeper, and she pressed her fingers firmly into Sumire's ass cheek, kneading the globe and smacking her lips against Sumire's. She kissed the shy violette while the blunt redhead nibbled and sampled her snatch, ravishing Sumire while Chocho feasted on her cunt.

Playfully, Sarada gave Sumire's ass a smack. Devouring the girl's lips just as Chocho devoured hers, rubbing their naked bodies lewdly, theatrically together—half for her own enjoyment, half as a demonstration for the rest of the class—she spanked Sumire and made her writhe, reddening the girl's ass cheeks. Sarada usually much preferred being the one spanked, the one choked, the one hurt… but in her dreams at least, when it was with a cutie like Sumire, she found that she could also play the sadist. But only with a cutie, and only for her daddy's amusement.

And there he was at the head of the class, smiling at her approvingly and bending her teachers over. Sarada smiled, seeing Naruto somehow or other while she kissed Sumire, while she felt a spreading warmth between her legs, a tingling that started from her toes and raced its way steadily up her body, and she spanked Sumire still more and moaned into the girl's lips, and she basked in Chocho's voracious cunnilingus, loving the feel of her friend's lips almost as she loved the feeling of her daddy watching and smiling at her. She sighed happily, watching Naruto fuck her teachers senseless, hearing the class murmur in awe of the hokage, seeing her classmates come to understand what was so specifically wonderful and desirable about her daddy.

Sarada puffed up with pride as classmates began to rise and shakily call out to Naruto, while he kept raping the teachers for their instruction, reaming the women and making them his bitches. They didn't know that she was Naruto's favorite, that she was his pet, and now they were falling at his feet and imploring to use them. She was better than them. She was above them, because she was below them. If they sought to be his lovers, they would be lower than dirt. It was only Sarada, who gave herself to him as a cum dumpster and a slave, who could ever be anything more. Submission was ascension, and degradation was transcendence.

Harder, Sarada smote Sumire's ass, and deeper, more greedily, she kissed the girl, shoving her tongue still farther into Sumire's mouth, feeling Sumire suck on it, hearing Sumire whine. And she was aware, dimly, of Chocho's tongue still teasing her pussy, of her whole lower body feeling warm and moist and blissfully comfortable. She could barely describe it, and she didn't have the wits to explain it, but she loved it. Whatever Chocho was doing down there, it felt magnificent.

Dimly, Sarada was aware of Sumire wriggling more wildly against her. It was nice, and she gave the girl's butt a few more swats, before pulling one sore and ruddy cheek aside to playful stick a pointer finger up the girl's asshole. Sumire squealed into Sarada's lips, and she wriggled harder, as if she was struggling to break free of Sarada's hold. The brunette giggled and broke off the kiss to tease Sumire, leering at that cute blush on her face, fingering her poor little anus a bit deeper, before she noticed the feeling of something brushing over her own ass.

And when had Chocho stopped licking her pussy...?

Languidly, Sarada looked down to see Chocho with her mouth wide, and her and Sumire's lower bodies mostly engulfed by that mouth. To her dreaming mind, the sight was neither outlandish nor alarming. It seemed entirely natural to Sarada, and she giggled at the frantic Sumire, finding the lass's distress both amusing and arousing. She held Sumire closer to herself, hearing the moans and squeals of her classmates down below as they were inducted into life as Naruto's love slaves, joining Sarada as the hokage's pets whether they liked it or not, smiling while Sumire struggled, while her classmates groaned and screamed, while Chocho swallowed her and Sumire alive, while Naruto smiled and watched.

Chocho's breath was tickling her chest. Chocho's tongue was rubbing her back. Chocho's lips smacked around her and Sumire, and Chocho's teeth lightly scraped their skin. Sarada's legs tensed up, and her hips wiggled while Chocho's throat contracted around her and Sumire, the esophageal walls squeezing their slender bodies while they were gulped and slurped and slowly swallowed, going down, down, down into a smothering heat, a mind-numbing wetness, a dark and blissful snugness.

Sarada's head rolled on her shoulders, her mouth twisting in a debauched, drunken smile, and she pulled Sumire into a far more ravenous kiss as their heads were slurped last of all into Chocho's mouth, frenching the frightened violette even while the darkness fully engulfed them. And they still kept going down, down and down and DOWN into an utter dissolution, melting away into purest ecstasy, the three of them becoming one in the most perversely literal sense.

And Sarada smiled the whole way down, grinning from ear to ear until her whole body was tingling, until she could no longer distinguish herself from Sumire or from Chocho, until she was nothing, until she was just—

… … … … …

Sarada woke up drenched in sweat, tangled up in her covers, buck naked and dripping wet. Her face was scarlet, and her heart was racing, and with the sudden lucidity of waking consciousness, she realized what she had been dreaming.

'Ah… That was strange. Was that supposed to be a nightmare? But it didn't feel like one…'

She blushed a little redder, nervously squirming as she tried to untangle herself from her sheets. Her arm was asleep, having gotten pinned under her while she was dreaming, and the smell of her arousal clung to everything, impossible to ignore.

It was still early in the morning. Sarada could tell. She was tired, despite the shock and the thrill of her dream forcing her awake. Tired… but not tired enough to fall right back asleep. She was awake, and her heart was pounding. She was too agitated.

Too horny.

Finally, Sarada disentangled herself from her sheets and blankets. Still drenched with sweat, still hot and tingling from her dreams, she climbed on top of the covers and laid herself out.

The cool air felt nice. She had been too cramped under the covers, too tangled up. It had been hot and stifling. It had been hot mostly because SHE had gotten so hot, so heavy, so…

Sarada nervously smiled, looking down at her body. She tried to remember her dreams. Most of the details faded quickly. But she remembered a few general impressions, a few flashes of vivid sensation and powerful emotion. Her dreams tonight had been terribly raunchy, and a little on the strange side. Especially that last one.

'I'll forget I ever dreamed about that,' she thought, her chest heaving. 'That was a little too…'

She chuckled sheepishly, rolling onto her side and pulling her knees up to her chest.

"I must have eaten something funny last night," Sarada mused. She closed her eyes, smiling softly. "Most of that was just…"

It wasn't the kind of thing she could do in reality. Even with shadow clones and transformation jutsu, there were limits. She should just forget about most of those things. For a variety of reasons, those were all impossible.

Still… it didn't hurt to fantasize a little, did it? Not as long as it was just fantasy. And some of those dreams really had been just…

Sarada shivered. She touched herself, imagining herself tiny as a doll and getting fucked clean through, herself and her mother and everyone else as Naruto's love slaves and her papa a humiliated cuck, herself and Sumire as morsels in Chocho's tummy, and her and Naruto getting married in front of the entire village, showing the whole world what kind of a relationship they were in.

A small smile upturned Sarada's lips. It was a guilty, shameful, perverted smile. She rubbed her pussy, feeling it tender and sticky from half-drying arousal, moistening with fresh fluids as she stroked her fingers up and down over her labia.

Her head nodded, and her hips bucked. She sighed, softly and dreamily, tenderly and then not-so-tenderly fingering her pussy.

Deeper she stroked, and deeper she thrust. Her breathing hitched, her heart fluttering.

"Daddy…" Sarada whispered, thinking of Naruto. Shameless was the only word that could be used to characterize the grin she now wore, and she undressed the hokage in her imagination, relishing every inch of the body that was revealed to her mind's eye, a glorious nakedness burned into her memory by repeated, passionate encounters. "Daddy… I love you, Daddy"

She thought fleetingly of what she had been looking into before bed, and in thinking of it, she took from herself any chance that she would fall asleep tonight. Sarada didn't know much about seals, but the diagram in that book of injutsu she had 'borrowed' from the hokage's personal library had seemed promising.

A thrill went through the girl as she brushed her finger up over the mark she had inscribed on navel. It tingled at her touch, and it faintly glowed, looking like a heart with wings of flame.

Her eyes rolled, and her back arched. Sarada felt indescribably hot, and she fingered herself faster.

"Daddy…!" she hissed. A sharingan flickered beneath drooping lids, and drool glistened on rosy lips. "I need it, Daddy!"

With a shudder, Sarada came, and with that, sleep stole over her once more. This time, it was dreamless, and she would remember nothing of what she had dreamed before.

But she would still be horny, and she would still be that little bit more depraved.

She was making excellent progress...