capitulo 15

Two days later, Sasuke woke up alone in his bed.

It was quiet; the sun's rays crept in through the tightly drawn curtains. He eased himself onto his feet, padding into the bathroom, flicking on the light.

He ran the hot water in the sink, splashing it against his face. For a moment, he looked at himself in the mirror.

Today was the day.

He peered into Sarada's room, only to find that she was fast asleep—which was probably for the best, for he felt that he needed to be alone for a short while.

Sasuke went down the stairs, walking into the quiet kitchen. After some deliberation, he began to prepare a hearty breakfast, one that would prepare him for the day ahead.

And quite the day it was going to be, he thought. 

By the time he went to sleep tonight…Hinata and Himawari Uzumaki would both be impregnated.

And there was no doubt about that in his mind, no changing it, and certainly no changing theirs. The plans had been made, the time arranged; he was adamant that even if he did get cold feet about it, they would simply show up at his house and drag him down there if they had to.

As he went about gathering the ingredients necessary for the breakfast he had in mind, Sasuke thought back to that fateful night. It hadn't even been a year since Naruto had approached him, asking the Uchiha to sleep with his wife. Yet, so much had changed since then.

Formerly, Sasuke had been a happily married man, even if his wife was constantly out of the house. Their sex life, while amazing, was limited to perhaps once a week if they were lucky. He hadn't even bothered to spend time thinking about other women, let alone even fathom the idea of sleeping around behind Sakura's back.

Now, he was at the forefront of quite the informal 'family. One that was united by one sole thing—him. From Hinata and Himawari, to Sarada and Sakura, and of course Naruko, Sasuke had each and every one of them tied around a finger: they were his family, his lovers, his sluts. They were bound to him, and he to them.

Yet tonight…tonight would be different.

It would be the point of no return, Sasuke had realized, some time between agreeing to impregnate Hinata and now.

Technically, and believe him, even he knew how far-fetched a scenario it was…things could all go back to normal.

Naruto could never turn into Naruko again. Hinata could return to her duties as a chaste house wife. Himawari could move on, perhaps find a boy, get married. Sarada could return to being his sweet, innocent daughter.

There was nothing stopping them from going back to the way things were before, even if none of them—Sasuke included—wanted to return to that. It was all emotions and chemistry that held them together, nothing more.

Yet, he knew, the moment that his seed took inside of Hinata and Himawari's wombs…this was permanent. There was no taking that back, not for anything, and in nine month's time Sasuke would be a father three-times-over instead of just one time as he was now. They would all be bound together then, a family by blood and not just in name, and whether they chose to come out to the village with their secret or attempt to maintain their cover, it didn't matter, for either way Sasuke would be stuck with these five girls until his dying day.

Was that such a bad thing though?

If you looked at it from a certain perspective…it was almost like the rebirth of his clan was finally going to happen. Two more children would be added to the Uchiha name; and who knew how many more Himawari would want to have, or if Sakura would like another, or whatever the future held in store for them.

He enjoyed the bountiful opportunities for sex that having so women afforded him; he enjoyed the quieter moments too, the cuddling in the mornings, the family dinners. When he woke up alone in bed as he had done for so many years, it felt empty, so strange without one or more bodies at his side.

Sasuke could admit that he was enamored by the lifestyle that he had lived these last few months. He wanted it.

And by tonight, it would be sealed, and there was nothing that could stop it.

He smiled to himself, as he continued making breakfast, his mind made up.

For once, Sasuke was content with the world, and that was an irrevocable fact. He seriously couldn't see a single turn of events possible that would change it.

The Uchiha glanced at the clock. They had planned the event out in advance, intent on making a day of it—he was due over there in about three hours, at exactly noon. They were going to have lunch, enjoy a little quality time together…

And then, they would go upstairs and fuck until both of the beautiful Uzumaki women beared his child.

Two-and-a-half hours later, Naruko glanced at the clock, biting her lip.

Every minute that ticked past felt like an eternity. From the moment she had made her decision to put her support behind the impregnation of Hinata and Himawari, she'd felt a tension in her gut, a sense that there was a timer counting down toward when that fateful encounter would happen.

That morning, she'd been shaken away by her wife.

"Come on…!" Hinata had cooed, a big grin on her lips. "We need your help to get ready!"

From there, it was a blur. From showers to trying on a multitude of different outfits, all the way to styling their hair, the two ladies went the extra mile to try and impress Sasuke. Even Naruko got her own fair share of pampering—and she had to admit, it was nice to be included. Laying back as Himawari did her hair and Hinata picked out a dress for her to wear, Naruko felt right at home.

Now though, all the preparation was done.

Naruko felt a pang of jealousy as she glanced over toward her wife—even on their wedding day she hadn't looked as beautiful as she did right then and there.

She wore a gorgeous teal dress, one with a slit right ran up her thigh, sparkling gently in the light of the living room. It fit her perfectly, ample bosom and terrific ass on full display; her blue hair was styled, put up into an ornate bun. She wore a healthy amount of makeup, just enough to accentuate her features and make her white eyes pop.

To say she looked stunning was an absolute understatement.

Then, there was Himawari, and even beside Hinata she looked dazzling.

A slim green dress clung to her curves, coming down to just above her thighs—it swayed and drifted with her every movement, her long, creamy legs on full display. Her hair style was the same as always, and yet it was polished, pristine, perfect, not a strand out of place. Like her mother she wore makeup, but only just enough to enhance her features…aside from a deep, black lipstick that made her customary grin seem dangerous almost.

Compared to them, Naruko felt almost plain.

Yet, they kept talking her up.

"God, what I would give to look like you," Himawari groaned, poking her blonde mother square in the shoulder. "That rack could bewitch a monk for God's sake."

Naruko had to laugh. "The one thing that annoys me in this form is how much they get in the way," she said, folding her arms underneath her more than ample bosom.

"You're telling me," said Hinata, grinning slightly. "Still, I've got to agree with Hima here…it's supposed to be our day and you're gonna steal the spotlight."

She looked down at herself—sure, she had big tits. Sure, Himawari had taken the time to style her hair so that it fell down her back in a glossy curtain. But it was just that, a false image, a body meant solely for the purpose of being pleasing to the eye…not the natural beauty that Hinata and Himawari exuded.

Naruko sighed. "You guys are too much," she said fondly, at least trying not to bring them down by letting her true feelings be known.

Hinata leaned over, kissing the blonde on the cheek.

"You're one of us," she said, taking her hand and squeezing it. "Just because you're not getting knocked up doesn't mean you're not gonna be a part of tonight."

Naruko nodded. "I know," she said. "It's—" She paused, looking away. "I'm happy for you guys, that's all."

Himawari and Hinata leaned close, pulling her into a warm hug. For a moment they remained like that, a tightly knit family embracing each other.

"My beautiful little girl…" Naruko murmured, giving Himawari a kiss on top of her head. "My gorgeous wife," she said, gently stroking Hinata's cheek. "Trust me—I couldn't be happier if I tried. It'll be an honor to watch the two of you get impregnated."

Unless…

She shook her head, dissipating that thought from her mind.

"Not much longer now," the blonde said. "You two should head upstairs; I'll greet him down here."

"Sounds good," Hinata said, smiling, her white eyes twinkling. She was shaky, nervous and giddy with excitement.

"I know you won't be able to keep your hands to yourself," said Himawari, red in the face. "Just don't keep him occupied too long, okay?"

Naruko giggled. "I'll try," she said.

They hugged one last time, and then mother and daughter trekked up the stairs. She heard the door to the master bedroom open and close, the gentle sounds of them conversing, and then, silence.

The blonde breathed in and out.

There were only minutes left now—and Sasuke was nothing if not punctual. She was about to have to lay eyes on him, meet his gaze, the man who was about to impregnate her wife and daughter.

Lucky bastard, thought Naruko, as images of the gorgeous women flashed before her mind's eyes. Those lucky girls too, she thought, as a mental image of Sasuke popped into her head—one where he advanced upon her with a predatory glint in his eyes, the Uchiha intent on pumping her full until she bore his children a thousand times over.

Naruko shuddered, biting her lip.

There was no point in being coy about it with herself…she was jealous. Jealous that those two were going to get knocked up, jealous that it wasn't her in their stead. As much as she adored spreading her legs for the Uchiha, it would be so much sweeter if she could do the same when she knew that he was going to inseminate her.

Yet, there was no point in being glum about it. This was Hinata and Himawar's night, not hers, and acting upset over something that was quite literally impossible seemed fruitless.

She sighed.

Tapping a finger against her thigh, she sat on the couch and she waited.

He had a key to the house—when the lock clicked, she jumped, but remained seated, her eyes fixated on the door. When it opened, and he stepped up, she felt her heart leap into her throat. This was it…this was really happening.

Sasuke locked eyes with her, and for a moment, the two simply stared at each other.

Then, the Uchiha stepped over and sat down on the couch beside her.

For a moment, they remained like that, staring off into the distance.

"So…this is really happening."

He seemed unnaturally reserved—when he glanced toward her, it wasn't with that usual cocky arrogance that could be so frustrating and alluring at the same time.

"Yeah," Naruko said, running her hands down her tanned thighs. "It is."

She looked back at him, smiling slightly. This man, this gorgeous, beautiful man—he was her best friend in one form, and her lover in another. She'd went to the ends of the earth for him, and she would do so again. To think of him giving some other woman a child hurt, and yet, she couldn't help but feel happy for Hinata and Himawari at the same time.

He put a hand under her chin, tilting it upward; for a moment, Sasuke studied her face, and she knew that no matter how hard she tried, everything she felt was laid bare for him to pick away at.

Yet he said nothing.

Instead he leaned forward, kissing her.

She returned it.

When they parted, it was with a mutual agreement. He squeezed her leg affectionately.

"The real question is this: which one of them am I going to knock up first?" asked Sasuke.

"I dunno…Himawari?" Naruko suggested. "She did ask first."

He chuckled. "That's true; but still…"

"Flip a coin," said the blonde, shrugging. She reached down into the couch cushions, and as luck would have it, there was a coin buried down there—she wiped a bit of dust off of it, then held it out in her palm. Sasuke took it.

"Alright," he said. "Heads means Hinata goes first—tails means Himawari goes first."

She nodded.

Balancing the coin on the end of his thumb, Sasuke took a deep breath, then flipped it.

The coin soared into the air, flipping several times before falling back down onto his palm—he slammed it onto his other palm, keeping it covered as the two looked at each other, anxious as to what the result would be.

Then, Sasuke pulled his hand back.

They glided up the stairs together, Naruko taking the lead. Sasuke couldn't help himself—he gave her plump ass a nice smack, it far too appetizing a target when dangled right before his eyes. She glanced back at him, a smirk on her lips.

"This is Hinata and Himawari's night, remember?" Naruko said.

"I remember," said Sasuke, smirking right back at her.

Side-by-side, they paused in front of the door to the master bedroom.

"Ready?" she asked him, taking his hand and squeezing it.

He nodded. "No more time left to waste," he said.

Naruko opened the door, and Sasuke walked inside.

As he walked in, he couldn't help but survey the wondrous sight laid out for him…a vision straight out of any man's wildest fantasy. Hinata and Himawari, laid out on the bed, clad in those gorgeous dresses and looking as if they were famished for cock.

The blonde couldn't help herself—she stared at Sasuke's crotch. She waited, then waited some more, than just another second…

And she grinned as his bulge began to rise. Soon, he was at full-mast, his pants straining to contain the desires he held for those women arrayed before him.

"You two are too good for me," said Sasuke, smirking. "Come here, come here."

Giddy and giggling, they got off the bed, practically skipping over to them. He wound an arm around each of them, giving both a deep kiss in turn, each of the ladies putting a hand on his chest and the other hand massaging his bulge.

"Hold on…let me get a picture of this," Naruko suggested.

"Great idea!" Himawari said, grinning.

The professional-grade camera is fished from the closet, wheeled out and set up in record time. Naruko mans her station, and the trio take their position. There's a series of clicks.

A moment later, they crowd around the back of the camera, peering at the pictures that Naruko had taken.

It was quite the sight—Hinata and Himawari standing on either side of Sasuke, dwarfed by the man, and yet both of them maintaining such a presence with their beauty. Even in the picture, their desire to copulate with him was clear, from the way their hands grasped at his bulge to the simple feeling that oozed from the photograph.

Then, there was a more tender one. An image taken after the original one, where Hinata and Himawari had relaxed. Their hands were on Sasuke's chest, their smiles wide and genuine, and with Sasuke's eyes wrapped around them, it looked famimal indeed. Even his immense bulge, through some miracle, was impossible to see from how one of the girls had moved slightly to cover it.

It could be a picture in the aftermath of a nice cocktail party, or maybe on the eve of a night out in the town. This is the picture I'll show the kids, Naruko thought, because there was something so sweet and serene about it, the girls looking as if they truly had found a man they could love and cherish.

They put away the camera, and then, they stood in a circle. For a few moments, there was awkward silence—Himawari and Hinata weren't sure how to proceed, and the other two weren't sure how to break the news of the coin toss to them.

Eventually, Sasuke cleared his throat.

"We had a coin toss to decide who would be up first," he said, his gaze flicking back-and-forth between the mother and daughter.

"A coin toss?" Hinata said, her mouth dry. Himawari looked similarly anxious.

It had been a topic of discussion—how would they go about this? Would Sasuke summon a clone and impregnate them at the same time? In that case, who would get the clone and who would get the original? And if they decided to have it be the original doing all the work, how would they decide who would be first up?

Hinata and Himawari had anticipated a show of love—of worship, where they would beg and want for the privilege to be the first inseminated.

Neither of them had guessed that a simple coin toss would be the thing that would decide it.

"Well…who won?" asked Himawari.

Sasuke drew breath.

Then, quite calmly, he reached over and pulled Hinata close to him.

"Sorry, Hima," he said, and he genuinely sounded apologetic. "But your mother gets to go first."

Himawari pressed her lips together into a pout; she folded her arms beneath her chest, blue eyes narrowed.

"Well…I guess I can't complain when it was up to chance…" she murmured. "Don't take too long, though."

Sasuke grinned, and he dipped Hinata down, kissing her deeply—his hands ran up and down her sides, the soft fabric of her dress almost as pleasing to touch as her supple skin.

"I can't make any promises," he said.

Hefting Hinata up, she wrapped her legs around him, and he carried her to the bed. He set her down, and they kissed passionately, her arms curled up on her side of her, his arms still exploring the contours of her curvaceous body.

Naruko and Himawari took their seats, both of them already hot and heavy just from what they were witnessing so far.

"I must be crazy," Sasuke whispered into her ear as he pressed his body against hers—his voice was quiet, so quiet that neither of the other women in the room could hear him. "Even after forty-eight hours locked in a room with you, I still want more."

Hinata grinned. "I love you," she whispered back.

He kissed her.

Soon, they were shrugging off clothes—her dress fell to the floor, and his pants were undone with frightening ease. Naked and flushed, they collapsed back onto the bed, still kissing passionately, hands exploring every inch of the other's bodies. Her fingers were locked around his hard cock, stroking it quickly…his hands were on her breasts, tucked between her legs, her wet and needy pussy on fire.

She ached for him, every moment when he wasn't inside of her felt like a curse. As her white eyes gazed up at him, there was nothing short of absolute adoration in them.

"Take me," she begged.

And with a hand fastened around the base of his throbbing member, Sasuke did just that.

He groaned as he entered her—that tightness so familiar, her wetness and warmth something he cherished. She moaned, the sound like a ballad to his ears, so sweet that he could die happy if it was the last thing he heard.

"Remember," he whispered. "How we agreed to not let Naruko hear the specifics of what happened that night? It feels so long ago, doesn't it?"

Her eyes widened.

"I-I l-love you…" she whimpered.

"I know," Sasuke said, stroking her hair affectionately. "I know."

"No more secrets," Hinata breathed. "I'm yours."

Sasuke nodded.

And then, Hinata was swept up in a torrent of pleasure as he began to thrust in and out of her. To her credit, she tried, she really tried to be an active participant—but it was just too much, his hands were everywhere, his lips pressed against hers, and with over two days having passed since their last tumble beneath the sheets, Hinata was pent-up and practically in heat.

"Oh God," she moaned as his cock found a home inside of her, Sasuke ramming it in to the hilt. He paused for a moment, grinding his hips against her, Hinata moaning rabidly as he found that sweet spot.

"You're right," he said, nibbling at her neck. "You are mine—and after tonight, there won't be a soul who can deny that fact."

"Yess," Hinata purred. 

She wanted to be branded, marked, and what was more complete than for him to spill his seed into her most innermost place, impregnating her and claiming her as his own? The last two times had been a simple mistake, a happy little accident so-to-speak. This time, it was a conquest, a trial by fucking that Sasuke had no trouble in fufilling.

He swallowed her up—heart, body, mind and soul. To think of how he consumed her, his cock making her feel whole, his actions granting her a release unlike any other. Hinata was in heaven.

Naruko and Himawari sat in silence, soaking in the sights and the sounds that came from the two's coupling.

"He's an artist," Himawari murmured, watching as her lover's cock disappeared again-and-again into the depths of her own mother's cunt.

"He is something else," Naruko had to agreed, biting her lip.

By all metrics, she ought to be torn to pieces about watching the impregnation of her wife—instead, she enjoyed every second of it. Watching Hinata moan and beg for Sasuke's seed was something that Naruko would cherish for the rest of her days.

If only it was her in Hinata's place.

She bit her lip harder, fingers grasping the hem of her dress tightly.

"Fuck," Sasuke groaned, throwing his head back. "You're such a little slut, aren't you?"

"Your slut," she insisted, running her hands across the breadth of his back.

"Hm." He smirked.

Fierce thrusts left her breathless, the bed creaking dangerously beneath them. He paused for a moment, leaning down, taking one of her tits into his mouth—he suckled greedily, flicking his tongue against the rosy nipple.

"Two days," he breathed. "I went a month before, and God, was that a struggle. Yet now—two days without sex feels like torture." He glanced over to Naruko and Himawari, his smirk widening. "It's a good thing I'll never have to go without again."

They all grinned back at him, Hinata included, though her grin morphed into an open-mouthed moan as Sasuke began to pump into her once again.

No, Naruko thought, smiling as she watched Sasuke bury himself to the hilt inside of her wife. You won't even have to go another hour. 

This mountain of a man deserved a dozen pussies to quench himself in whenever he pleased—and she felt more than happy to take her place as one of, or if necessary, all dozen of those cunts.

In that moment, she realized that this was it.

It was what everything had been building to from that first night Hinata and Sasuke had shared a bed. When Himawari had stumbled upon their arrangement. When Naruto had first become Naruko.

This was what it was leading to.

The sounds of skin against skin, Hinata's loud moans, her legs wrapped around Sasuke's waist…an impending impregnation driving the mother of two, soon to be three, into ecstasy.

"Ah, fuck," Sasuke moaned as he intensified his thrusts, tucking his head into the nook of her neck and hammering her pussy with delight. It was only a matter of time now. "Come here, Naruko."

Her heart in her throat, Naruko stood up, crossing the room to the shifting bed. She knelt beside it, eye-level with the spot where Sasuke's cock skewered her wife's pussy.

"I want you to treat this baby as if it's yours," Sasuke intoned, pausing for a moment. He breathed in, then out, staring down at Naruko with lordly eyes. "You'll be here from the moment of its conception—you will be there at its birth, and you will treat it as if it were Himawari or Boruto. Do I make myself clear?"

Naruko swallowed. "Yes, Sasuke," she said obediently.

"No," Sasuke said coldly. "Take the dress off."

Without hesitation, she did just that, kneeling naked before him. Her blue eyes were unreadable—yet her expression was set, her lips drawn thin.

"Transform," he commanded.

Naruko swallowed.

And a moment later, it was Naruto kneeling before the two of them, tiny cock erect between his legs.

"This will be the end of Naruto," said Sasuke, his voice low. "This is where the story of Naruto Uzumaki ends. He'll hold his wife's hand as I fuck a baby into her—and from that point onward, he will be Naruko Uzumaki. Naruto will be a facade to the village. You will be Naruko."

Naruto closed his eyes for a moment…his cock throbbed.

"Yes, Sasuke," he said.

"Grab your wife's hand," commanded Sasuke.

The blond took her slim fingers in his own—Hinata squeezed them tightly. On her flushed, sweaty face was a calm, serene smile…she made eye contact with Naruto, her expression saying it all, this was right, this was the way. As if Naruto didn't know that, his meager member throbbing greedily, his head spinning from the euphoria of being so thoroughly put in his place.

Then, Sasuke began to thrust anew.

Naruto watched, unblinking.

Hinata squeezed his hand in tune with Sasuke's pumps, her moans loud and unfiltered. "Sasuke," she cried, legs wrapped taut around his waist, her other hand running up-and-down his broad back.

Sasuke was close, and that much became obvious as his fucking reached a fever pitch, the bedsprings creaking and groaning beneath his fury. His face screwed up, he scowled, and it was righteous pride that kept him going until Hinata had reached yet another tremendous orgasm.

When Hinata threw her head back and screamed his name once more, Sasuke buried himself inside of her to the hilt and let loose his seed. She squeezed Naruto's hands so tightly that his fingers might pop off—all the while, Sasuke's member throbbed deep inside of her, an enormous load spilling into her deepest parts. There was no birth control to speak of, not even the tiniest barrier. She was fertile as ever, and Sasuke was as virile as they came.

Now, there was truly no going back.

Hinata's grip on his hand loosened, but she did not let go. Sasuke leaned down, kissing her deeply, and Naruto watched as the two made out passionately, the Uchiha still buried to the hilt inside of her.

"I love you," Hinata said, her eyes aglow.

Sasuke smiled, and with two fingers, poked her in the forehead. She flushed.

He pulled out of her, and at last, Naruto and Hinata broke their embrace, their hands sore. The blond grinned slightly, leaning forward to treat himself to the sight of that beautiful creampie oozing out of his wife's well-fucked pussy.

The Uchiha stared down at him, eyes intent.

Naruto nodded.

And a moment later, it was Naruko beaming up at him, a grin on her lips.

"Say it," Sasuke commanded.

It took less than a moment for her to realize what he was asking of her.

"Naruto Uzumaki is no more," Naruko intoned.

Sasuke nodded approvingly, reaching forward and musing her hair—she grinned, leaning against his hand, a flush on her cheeks, a happiness in her gut. This was right, she told herself. Nothing could be better than this.

And for once, it was the truth.

Even as the cum still oozed from Hinata's snatch, Sasuke was hungry for more. WIth a hand, he beckoned over Himawari, intent on marking his second womb of the night.