capitulo 17

When Sasuke came to a decision, it was late that night, as busied himself with the joys that was his life.

They panted against him, their energy spent.

Around him was like a battlefield—Hinata and Himawari, Sarada and Sakura. And of course, Naruko. They had come to him one at a time, and like a gallant knight, he had dueled each of them.

First had been Himawari, the most youthful of them all. Even with child, she still retained all of her energy, for she had vowed that until her belly was swollen and she could hardly move, she wanted the same treatment that everyone else got.

She had approached him, clad in lingerie the same color of her eyes, a devious grin on her lips. Moments later, she'd been riding him hard and fast, bouncing up and down with a fury unbecoming of a daughter of the Hokage. Still, daughter of the Hokage or not, she screamed his name.

And when he finished inside of her, it was with a deep, guttural grunt. Yet again her womb was furnished with his seed, and if she hadn't already been pregnant, it would have been a surefire thing.

Then, up next, was Sakura. The more experienced of the bunch, even if it was spread out over the many years he'd been away. Still, experience counted for naught, for with all that experience came something else…a complete and total lack of mercy.

Ask Sakura how much her 'experience' helped her as her husband slammed her into the mattress, impaling her and fucking her with the ferocity of a wolf. When he finished, it was with his lips smashed against hers, his cock buried as deeply inside of her as it would go.

After that was Sarada—instead of being daunted by her mother's failure to match up, perhaps she was inspired. She approached him with wide-eyes and black lingerie, a whisper on her lips that she would pleasure him at all costs. For five minutes she sucked him off, her lips stretching lewdly around his fat cock, until he could take no more and he threw her down and fucked her with the same ferocity he had her mother.

Unlike Sakura, she stood not even a hope against his barrage, and it was with a smirk that he sent his own flesh-and-blood into a stupor. When he came inside of her, she likely wasn't aware of where she was, only that she was getting fucked by her dear Papa.

Then came Hinata, and with her all the sweetness and passion that could be contained in that hot little body. Oh how Sasuke enjoyed ravishing her, fucking her senseless until she knew nothing but his lips and his cock. He kissed her stomach, knowing that their baby laid waiting. He kissed her lips, and she kissed him back. "I love you," she purred, even as his burning hot seed filled her up to the brim.

And then, last but not least, but was Naruko.

All curves and sexiness, even after four women, the sight of Naruko's nude body had Sasuke fully erect. He took her from behind at first, grasping her swinging breasts and making her sink her teeth into the mattress so that the neighbors wouldn't wake up.

Then he fucked her missionary, impaling her deep, Naruko desperately wrapping her legs around him so that he could not pull out even if he wanted. And when he came, she wanted it deep, deep enough that she almost wished he was putting a baby in her. When he stilled and his cock at last went limp, she breathed a sigh of relief…until he began to rock his hips back and forth, and she felt him harden inside of her. With a smirk on his lips, Sasuke kissed his way down her body and pulled out of her.

Now he laid on his back, watching with mild interest as the five of them worshiped his cock.

They took turns at it, sometimes it was Naruko with his member down her throat, sometimes Himawari…other times it would be three of them running their lips over it at once, or four of them with their hands on it, stroking it, and sometimes they even managed to squeeze five pairs of lips across it, five pairs of eyes staring up at them as his cock throbbed between them all.

Most men would be in the throes of ecstasy at such a sight—but having just creampied the five of them in turn, even Sasuke felt as if a break was in order. He slid his hands behind his head and he thought.

Slowly, his lips curled upward.

"Hinata," he said, beckoning her over with a finger. She crawled on top of him, her face flushed, an aura of happiness surrounding her from head-to-toe.

"Yes?" she asked.

"Your sister's time will come soon, I promise," he said, gently cupping her cheek. "But I've decided that Ino Yamanaka will come first."

Hinata nodded. "Your decision is law," she said. "And maybe it's for the best anyhow…it'll build up the anticipation," she added, giggling.

Sakura grinned from ear-to-ear. "Shall I go ahead and arrange for you to head over to Ino's house?"

"Tomorrow," Sasuke decided, eyes flickering. "Let's say three o'clock. Let me know if Ino haggles with the time, but I know it's to be at her place, correct?"

Sakura nodded.

For a brief moment, there was silence. Then Naruko cleared her throat.

"Sorry…but I have to ask. Sai does know about this, right?" she said softly, pushing damp blonde hair out of her eyes. "Obviously I have no power to stop this even if he doesn't know, but if that's the case, then-" She drifted off, but her feelings were clear. 

Naruko had given up Hinata…willingly. She didn't want the same fate to befall a friend of hers such as Sai if he did not consent.

Sakura smiled. "Sai just wants what's best for Ino. He's even suggested that Ino take on a lover, after all, he couldn't please his wife the way she deserves." She gave Naruko a significant look.

Naruko bit her lip. "But does he know what he's getting into?"

At that, Sakura hesitated. "He'll find out," she decided to say.

There was a significance to those words—all of them knew it. From Sakura to Sarada, Hinata to Himawari, and of course, Naruko…they knew better than anyone exactly what Ino Yamanaka was getting into.

Slipping into bed with Uchiha Sasuke wasn't a casual activity. It wasn't as Sakura had framed it to the blonde, where Ino could invite him into her bed, have the time of her life, and then send him packing so she could enjoy the rest of her night with Sai. It didn't work like that with Sasuke. Naruto Uzumaki had tried that with his wife—he'd anticipated a simple physical relationship where Hinata could have hers, Naruto could have his, and Sasuke would as well. It was supposed to be a simple, casual thing…

All present knew how that had worked out. Naruto Uzumaki's last act had been to squeeze his wife's hand, to hear her moan as Sasuke Uchiha had fucked a baby into Hinata.

Would that fate befall Sai? Would Ino be able to balance the two? None of them would truly know until Sasuke had bedded her. But the odds did not look good for her—alas, she had flown too close to the sun, and if there was one thing Sasuke was good at when it came to women, it was 'encouraging' them to keep his secrets.

The rest of that night was spent in passion and love, with thoughts of Sai and Ino put far behind them.

The next morning, Hinata was busying herself in the kitchen, brewing tea and thinking of baby names. She was humming to herself, lost in thought, until she heard Himwari's voice call from the front door.

"Mom! Aunt Ino's here to see you!"

Hinata jumped slightly at that. But maybe it was to be expected. Sakura had told her of the little tale she'd told Ino, as Himawari had taken her turn with Sasuke. As far as Ino was aware, Hinata was in the same position she was, a casual lover of the Uchiha. She would have to feign surprise…and then make a decision. Would she inform Ino of what she was going to experience? Or undersell it, and allow her to walk in unknowing.

She turned as Ino entered the kitchen—she had been so lost in thought that she hadn't heard the door open, nor Himawari greet her. Still, as she caught sight of Ino, Hinata couldn't help but smile.

Sasuke will love her, she thought, tracing her curves with a white gaze. Ino's always been gorgeous—I bet she'll look even prettier screaming his name.

"Ino…what brings you here?" she said, her voice innocent.

Ino gave her a nervous sort of grin. "I think I may have bitten off more than I can chew here," she said. She glanced over her shoulder, watchful for Himawari, but the girl had trudged back upstairs. "I know about…the stuff with Sasuke," Ino said quietly.

Hinata recoiled—despite having prepared for it, she was still caught off guard of being accused so directly. A flush crept up her cheeks, as it occurred to her that this was the first person outside of her family or Sasuke's that knew about her affair with him, albeit a different version of what had actually happened.

"Stuff? With Sasuke?" She chewed the inside of her cheek. "He was over for dinner a few nights past, but that's the last time I saw him…"

"Hinata, come on," Ino said. "Sakura told me everything. About Naruto barely coming around…I mean…" She drew up straight. "We already knew, from Inojin. Boruto would tell anyone who would listen about Naruto never being around, always being at work, long nights away." She offered Hinata a soft sort of smile, meant to be comforting. "I can't say I'm in the same position, similar, but not the same…but I do understand."

She bit her lip, letting the silence draw on. Then, curiosity laced at her consciousness—a question was on her tongue, and soon, it was out of her mouth.

"What do you think about it?" asked Hinata, an honest-to-God question.

Ino stared at her a long moment. Then she looked to the side, staring at the tea kettle that simmered slowly, though she seemed lost in thought.

"I have to admit, I never thought you'd sleep with anyone other than Naruto," Ino murmured. "He's a good guy—but he's always pushed himself further than he needs to. Being Hokage was all that ever mattered to him…and if that came at the cost of neglecting you, then so be it. I'm just glad that the two of you found a happy solution. If you're happy getting your needs sated with Sasuke, and Naruto's okay with it and so is Sakura, than who am I to judge?"

Hinata couldn't help the soft smile that crested her lips.

What kind of answer could she have hoped for aside from that? It was calm, rational, understanding; Ino saw the situation for what she thought it was and accepted it. It gave Hinata that brief glimmer of hope, for if Ino could accept the idea of her being with Sasuke physically, perhaps it wouldn't be much of a stretch for her to accept them being together romantically, either.

Then again, there was much more to consider. Himawari was one thing, but then there was Sarada too, and of course Naruko as well. Ino knowing about her and Sasuke was fine and dandy, but that small truth paled in comparison to the larger picture.

Still, it was a step. A small one, but a sure one, and Hinata found herself with a feeling of elation in her chest.

"Thank you," said Hinata, her voice soft. "So…what did you want to ask me?"

Ino rubbed her chin. She gestured to the table, where they sat down, twisting the chairs so that they were facing each other. The blonde propped her head up with an elbow, a thoughtful look in her blue eyes.

"When we were younger, and Sakura had just gotten with Sasuke, she used to tell me these stories." Ino's fingers drummed a rhythm against the counter. "Honestly, I thought she was fucking with me, that it had to be good, but she was just exaggerating to try and get some sense of power over me. For getting to be with Sasuke, while I 'settled' with Sai."

Yeah, that does sound like something Sakura would do, Hinata had to admit.

"What did Sakura say?"

Ino had to laugh. "It sounded straight out of one of those crappy erotic novels they sell for a pittance in book stores."

Hinata was curious—how did Sakura describe what Sasuke was like to others?

"Do tell," she said.

The blonde grinned, though there was a hint of nervousness in it.

"She spoke of a cock so big that it barely fit in her—girthy and long, so perfect that it hit all the right spots," Ino said. "She spoke like he was a God amongst men, able to pick out all the things she liked in bed without effort, able to force her to submit without batting an eye. Apparently, blacking out with him wasn't an uncommon experience." She smirked slightly. "Neither was basically succumbing to his every whim; if he wanted to cum inside, he was going to cum inside, if he wanted to cum on her face, he was going to cum on her face…you get the picture."

"I do," Hinata said, practically salivating because every word that dripped out of her mouth was right and it made her itch for him right then and there.

"Well?" Ino asked, leaning forward, entranced by the look on her friend's face. "What is it like sleeping with Sasuke? Was Sakura just yanking my chain, or is it really all it's cracked up to be?"

How could she describe it?

Slowly, Hinata licked her lips.

"You give up a part of yourself the first time you lay with him," she said, her tone calm. "From the moment he shoved that cock inside of me, I was-" A pause. "-absolutely enthralled," were the words she decided to use. "It's not just sex. It's like having a piece of your soul hacked off, and replaced with something that's only there whenever he's inside of you." 

She sucked in a deep breath, before continuing onward, well aware of the wetness between her thighs just thinking about it.

"Naruto is a wonderful man," said Hinata. "But Sasuke was born to conquer me—and there was nothing my fair husband could do to stop that, even if he hadn't encouraged it every step of the way." Oops, she thought, perhaps a bit too close to the truth there.

"Do you consider yourself…'conquered'...?" Ino murmured. 

There was a look of concern in those ocean-like eyes of hers; yet, there was also a look of curiosity, maybe even intrigue.

At that, Hinata smiled.

"You don't get a choice on whether you're conquered or not."

She stood up. There was a moment of silence, as she crossed to the steaming kettle—Ino watched as she went about making herself a cup of tea. Then she turned back toward Ino, sipping at the piping hot liquid, a sense of relish in her eyes as she enjoyed the beverage and the sinful thoughts that had filled her mind.

"You'll find out," Hinata promised. "It's inevitable, once you slip into bed with him."

The truth was what her friend deserved—Hinata had decided against deceit. If Ino were to be fucked into oblivion by Sasuke, than at the very least she ought to know what she was getting into. Hinata certainly hadn't…and though she bore no regrets, perhaps Ino would.

Yet, Ino didn't seem perturbed by the news that Sasuke's prowess wasn't some mere fairy tale. If anything, she seemed intrigued, a smirk on her lips, a sense of challenge in her eyes.

"I guess I will find out," she said, taking the cup of tea that she was offered.

"Are you sure you want to be home for this?"

It was an honest question—Ino founding it somewhat staggering that it was something he even had to contemplate.

Then again, her husband had always been strange when it came to emotions. After all, the idea of his wife taking up a lover hadn't seemed queer at all to him. Why would I want you to be penned in, he had said, all those years ago when her sexual frustrations had been obvious and he had first floated the idea. You deserve to be happy.

Still, she had expected certain lines to be drawn. Then again, Sakura had made it clear that this was to go down at her own house, in her own bed. She couldn't exactly creep out of the house and come home hours later, breathless and flushed.

Sai didn't seem to care, though. "I'll be downstairs in my room," he said, referring to his studio. "I have a painting I'd like to finish. There's no need to worry about making any noise—just the sounds of you being happy will make me happy." He smiled, and even after all these years it still seemed somewhat fake, as if his lips had never learned how to form a genuine smile. Yet, she could see in his eyes that he meant it.

"I love you," she said, throwing her arms around his neck and kissing him deeply. 

He returned it, and with that said, disappeared into his studio. When the door closed behind him, she could breath easy at last.

There wasn't much time until Sasuke was due to show up—and though she was well aware that she was getting dicked down either way, she wanted to look her best. Ino slipped into her room, with the sole purpose of also slipping into something suitable for the occasion.

A red bra fit nicely across her bosom; white panties were snug around her hips. She thought he might like the Uchiha colors. They look damn good too, she thought, examining herself in the mirror.

Over that, she slipped on a pair of tight black leggings—the kind that made her ass pop out and threaten to knock people over if she bumped into them. Over that, a nice slim, blue t-shirt. It was casual wear, but even that on Ino was sexy. She couldn't help but grin victoriously as she stared at herself in the mirror. It took only some makeup and some styling of her hair and the look was complete.

Yup, thought Ino, as she examined herself from every angle in front of the mirror. I'm looking thoroughly fuckable, I think.

Bouncing and almost giddy, she went into the main room, to waste the rest of the time doing menial tasks around the house.

Thankfully, it wasn't that long before she heard a knock at the door.

Ino grinned—smoothing out the front of her shirt, she took her time making her way to the door. It was best to make men wait in suspense; that was rule number six of Ino's handbook to getting one over on the lesser-half of their species.

She made her way to the door, peering through the hole eagerly, only to find exactly nothing waiting for her on the other side.

Ino leaned back, blinking in confusion.

For perhaps a millisecond, she saw a shadow.

Then, she was whisked around by a pair of abnormally strong hands, forced against the door. Breathless, Ino stared into the mismatched eyes of Sasuke Uchiha.

His gaze was hungry like she had never seen it before…in those seconds he spent devouring her physique, his eyes traveling up-and-down, Ino knew what Hinata meant.

This was not a man looking to simply quench his thirst. This was a man looking to conquer.

"You know why I'm here," he said lowly.

She nodded, eyes wide. "To fuck me," she whispered.

"Precisely—to fuck you," Sasuke whispered back. "I noticed that Sai's in the house. He knows that I'm going to be here, doesn't he?"

Ino nodded again. "He said he didn't care."

"Ah, isn't that nice." He seemed amusement, a smirk on his lips. "Well, in a few minutes I'm going to have you screaming my name—we'll see if he cares then."

She felt a wave of heat pass through her; the matter-of-fact way he said those words, as if there were no doubt in his mind that she would submit to him.

I want to, she realized.

But then, she thought about Sakura. Had Sakura submitted from the beginning? There was no doubt in her mind as to what the answer was to that question—yes, probably before Sasuke had even undone his trousers, Sakura had definitely submitted to the Uchiha. Who couldn't? With his smoky gaze and his low voice, those piercing eyes that had her damp already…the way he talked about her as if he already owned her. Ino wanted so badly to submit.

Yet, beyond anything, she was prideful.

He pushed her down onto her knees—with both hands, he shoved her face into his crotch. She groaned as she felt his heat…it was still soft, yet even concealed by layers of clothes it was still bigger than anything she could have imagined. She looked up at him and felt it harden against his cheek, blood pumping through the thing, Ino excited and frightened all at once.

Sasuke pulled her back with one hand, with the other freeing his member from its confinement. It swung rather than spilled out, erect as a spear and about as long as one too. She stared at it with awe, for the tip of it nearly brushed against her nose despite him having pulled her away. A drop of precum oozed from the tip, falling onto the front of her shirt…for a moment she had almost moved to catch it, as if even a drop of his seed being spilled was some kind of sin.

"Suck it," he commanded.

Every fiber of her being screamed at her to do it. She wanted to choke on that fat cock, hear him moan, feel his heat down her throat—she wanted it, she wanted it, she wanted it.

But then, she remembered Sakura. How the pink haired woman had likely been in this same exact situation…how she had likely done exactly as Ino wanted to, choke herself on his cock until he shot a load down her throat.

I'm better than her, thought Ino.

"N-no," she stammered, the strength behind her words about as strong as an academy student who had flunked the entrance exam thrice.

"Oh?" He raised an eyebrow.

Just that made her want to throw herself onto him and beg for forgiveness the best way a woman could: with her mouth full of cock.

She steeled herself, though. It's big, she thought, staring at it, as it throbbed and pulsed before her very eyes. But it's just a cock. I can be better than Sakura was—I can.

They stayed like that, his member waving in front of her face, Sasuke staring down at her with an expression of pleasant surprise. Somehow, Ino resisted the temptation, despite every tenth of every second her mind itching her to give in to his command.

Then, without a word, he hauled her to her feet. "Bedroom," he said, and this time she listened—with a hand wrapped around his wrist, she guided him there. Passing by the studio door where Sai lay behind, Ino took a right down a hall, pressing him into the first door on the left.

The bed was wide and comfy, and she motioned for Sasuke to get on it.

That motion was denied; she found that out when he picked her up with ease and quite literally tossed her onto the mattress. She landed in a tangle of curves and limbs, and by the time she recovered, he was already upon her.

"Fuck," she swore, as his hands were everywhere, his cock grinding against her thigh, his lips at her neck.

"You said no to me," he murmured, as she felt herself going insane at the feeling of his manhood against her. "So now, I'm going to tease you and tease you until you're begging for me to fuck you."

Again, she thought of Sakura.

"N-no…" Ino insisted, baring her teeth in a grin she couldn't withstand for more than a second. "You're the one that'll be begging to fuck me."

He loved the challenge she realized, just from the way his eyes flickered. "We'll see," he said.

Sasuke 'helped' her out of her clothes—by that, she meant they were practically pulled from her body, leaving her in just her underwear in less than a minute.

It had taken Sai twenty dates just to get to second base; then again, she had been waiting, waiting, waiting for him to make a move.

Sasuke didn't wait—what he wanted he took. And now his hungry gaze was upon her breasts, barely held back by that red bra, and his hand was rubbing against her thoroughly soaked panties.

"Why didn't I fuck you twenty years ago?" he asked.

She giggled. "All you had to do was come and take me," she admitted.

Sasuke chewed the inside of his cheek. "Oh, how I wish I were young again…to think about spending two decades buried inside this pussy on the nightly." She moaned as he rubbed said pussy, but she also moaned at the thought of that cock inside of her.

"You chose Sakura," Ino murmured.

"She earned it," Sasuke said. "She stuck with me through all that happened—I learned to love her. I'm happy with the way things went." He leaned down, nibbling at her neck. "Still…maybe I could have had both of you. Isn't that a thought?"

Oddly presumptuous, she thought, but then again, if any man could have both her and Sakura, it would be Sasuke. 

That alone was proven by the heat poking against her leg, more man than two and a half of her dear Sai, thickness and length taken into account.

"Uh huh," Ino murmured. "And next you'll tell me you could have had Hinata too…"

Sasuke smirked. "Maybe," he said, before he leaned down and captured her lips. She resisted—feebly.

This was not part of the deal, she thought, even as she kissed him back. But of course, it hit her. Why does he have to be a good kisser, too?

When he leaned back, she had to bite her tongue to do stop herself from doing exactly what he wanted.

"Beg for it," he demanded of her, a hand on her cheek as he ground against her. 

With his other hand, he wrenched off her panties, tossing them carelessly to the side. Now, there was nothing separating his cock from her aching pussy—nothing but three simple words, I want you.

Yet, she was prideful.

"No…" she once again insisted, despite grinding her hips back against him, feeling that heat against her. It wasn't her actions that mattered in this case though; unlike the age-old saying, it was her words.

Sasuke stared down at her.

"Ah, fuck it," he declared. "You win."

Then all of a sudden he was inside of her, and white hot pleasure was coursing through her veins, and OH MY GOD-

He bottomed out inside of her.

She was breathless; her eyes were wide.

To see it, to feel it, that was one thing. To actually feel him inside of her, though. What was it that Hinata had said? "From the moment he shoved that cock inside of me, I was absolutely enthralled."

Ino knew exactly what she meant now.

Because holy fuck was she in love with this cock—the way it filled her up, the way it scraped against her insides, poking against her sensitive bits. It stretched her, it made her whole, it made her wish she could lay there with him inside of her until the end of time.

I'll go kicking and screaming though, Ino thought. I won't give in like Sakura did.

"Give me all that you've got," she hissed, blue eyes fiery.

Sasuke smirked.

"You asked for it," he warned her, as he slowly drew his hips back…

She waited, with bated breath, whimpering as she felt that sense of wholeness leave her—he had just the tip inside of her, and he waited there for a moment, poised…

And then he impaled her yet again, and she couldn't help it, she cried out.

In the other room, Sai looked up.

There was a soft smile on his lips, a true one. She's happy, he thought, as he dipped his brush into the green and topped off a tree he was working on. What a relief.

He could imagine her now, and God, in her mind's eyes was she beautiful.

As another one of her moans came through the wall, he couldn't help but wonder…

I wonder if I'll get to paint a picture of them someday.

He hammered into her at breakneck speed, so fast and so powerful that she was afraid the bed would buckle beneath them.

Before he had been inside of her, she had been able to put up some feeble resistance.

Now, there was no questioning who was the dominant one.

"SASUKE! SASUKE!" she cried out at the top of her lungs, clawing at his back as he slammed into her. His cock had made a home inside of her; he marveled at her tightness, at the way she bucked against him, but God, it was all instinct.

She was running on auto pilot at this point. Her mind was clear, but her body was muddled, infected by the pleasure he so effortlessly gave her. She couldn't move her legs, she couldn't move her arms, she couldn't control the moans that escaped her lips; it was as if she were watching her submission in real-time, unable to stop it.

And she relished every second of it.

This is what Sakura meant. Hinata, too.

To Hinata's credit, she had tried to warn her. Sasuke was a man intent on conquest, not pleasure.

"God damn," he moaned. He kissed her deeply, still pumping away, Ino moaning into his mouth and kissing him back all at once. "I'm not going to cum inside of you," he murmured.

Somehow, that fact made her wilt—why not?

There was a glint in his eyes, though, one that made her realize one thing…

He wasn't about to let her earlier refusal to suck him off go unpunished.

"You asshole-" she cursed, right before she came so hard on his cock that it was as if the world had turned upside.

The pleasure was blinding, almost as if he were putting it inside of her for the first time again. This time though, it only receded when he did…and she couldn't help that he was grunting.

"Fuck," he swore again.

Ino blinked up at him, once, twice, thrice. The aftermath of her orgasm was enough to make her shudder—she hardly noticed as he sat on her chest.

It was only when the shadow of his cock passed over her eyes that she knew what was about to happen.

He groaned as he came on her face; it was a big, hot, sticky load that left her coated from chin to forehead. Sasuke stroked himself until every last drop was dispensed, and even then he kept at it, grinning to himself as she stared blearily up at him.

It was so warm, so hot. And so much. More cum was on her face than she had ever gotten out of Sai ever. To think about it inside of her, pumped all the way to her womb…she couldn't help but lick her lips, but all licking her lips did was make her taste his seed, and God did it taste amazing, so masucline and filling that she almost wished he had shoved that cock down her throat and made her swallow it all instead.

She stared up at him, face coated with his cum, her chest heaving.

Sasuke smirked. "Next time, I think you ought to give in right away," he recommended, brushing a strand of blonde hair from her forehead.

Defiant to the end, Ino couldn't help herself.

"...no…"

He threw his head back and laughed.

"Oh, I'm going to enjoy all the things I do to you," he promised, running a finger down her chest. "Maybe I'll shove this cock inside of you and make you scream my name again?"

To her shock, he was still hard. After a moment, she thought it would have softened, but no, that gorgeous thing looked as if it were seconds away from shooting a second load out across her features.

She bit her tongue, because despite her orgasm, she wanted- no, needed more. But she couldn't say it, though she wanted to. She couldn't.

Sasuke stared down at her; thirty-seconds passed, then a minute.

"I guess not," he said. "Maybe we'll have to wait until next time, then."

With that, he got off of her. Ino stared up at the ceiling, in shock. Wait, he's not actually-

By the time she summoned the energy to sit up, he was dressed.

"I'll have Sakura text you," he said. He lingered for a moment…just a moment, though.

By the time she summoned the words, he was gone.

"Wait…" she whispered, a hand outstretched—but by then, the front door had already closed.

Ino crawled out of bed, but before she could leave the bedroom, she caught sight of herself in a mirror. Red and flushed, her face coated in his seed…and a big, greedy grin on her lips at the thought of getting fucked again.

I fought, she thought. And I'll keep fighting.

But it was hard to think those thoughts when she couldn't get over just how gorgeous she looked marked by his cum.

"Next time…" she whispered to herself, hands on the dresser, staring at herself in the mirror. She took a deep breath, drawing herself up to her full height.

Next time, she would have to keep fighting. Next time, she wouldn't give in. She couldn't be like Sakura, she refused to be like Sakura—

Yet here you are, a small voice inside of her said. Wanting more.

She groaned.

Before he headed for the Uzumaki household to wind down for the night, Sasuke made a pit stop at the hospital. After all, Sakura had asked him to stop by and tell her about how his night with Ino had went.

"Well?" asked Sakura, as she slid into his lap right in the middle of her office, the door locked and the blind pulled over the window set in her door.

Sasuke had to smirk. "She put up a fight," he said.

"Really?" Sakura chewed the inside of her cheek. "You remember what I asked you to do, don't you?"

"To—what was it, 'break her in and make her mine'?" Sasuke smiled. "Yes, of course I remembered. She fought, and she fought hard."

"You still fucked her though."

"That I did. I came on her face, too."

Sakura grinned at her. "Oh yes, nothing like a good facial to put someone in their place," said the woman who had been at the behest of at least a hundred facials by the man whose lap she sat in. "You'll conquer her," Sakura said, running a finger down his chest. "You will."

He smirked. "I will," Sasuke promised, kissing her.

Hopefully she'll keep this up though, he thought. It was…enjoyable.

Not often did he whip his cock out and have a woman tell him no. It was invigorating, in a way. Sometimes, a little challenge could make a man feel alive.

Then again, he often felt alive when he buried himself in the arms of the five women he called family. Shaking it up a little every now and then couldn't hurt, though.

Still. His next round was Ino wasn't the first thing on his mind—

After all, he had Hanabi Hyūga to look forward to the very next night.