capitulo 6

It was a quiet afternoon in Konoha—the sun high in the sky, not a cloud to be seen. Sitting back in his chair, nursing a cup of tea, Naruto was simply typing away on his laptop when the door to his office was thrown open.

Shikamaru stepped in, his pace brisk and his face serious.

"Pull up the news," he said, scratching at his beard with an annoyed expression.

"Uh...okay," said Naruto.

He tabbed away from the e-mail he was writing, pulling up the news. On the front page, posted as of just a few minutes ago, and streaming live from Kusagakure was...chaos.

Fires raging; bodies piled up. Wounded women crying in the street. Disheveled and bleeding people carrying those worse off than them with stretchers.

"What the fuck?" swore the blonde. "When did this happen? Why is it popping up on the goddamn news before I knew about it?"

"Because, Kusagakure didn't tell us about it. The first thing they did was put it all over the interview...and well, you'll see why in a second," Shikamaru said.

True to his word, an announcer came on the news report. Speaking in the thick Kusagakure accent, the young lady talked about the bandits that had just conducted a raid on the city. "Despite the braveness of Kusagakure's brave shinobi, it seemed we could not hold them off this day." At the end of the segment, she strongly hinted that Konoha should have had soldiers stationed in the city in order to help repel the bandits.

"We offered!" Naruto said in disgust. "They turned us down—said they could handle it!"

"I know, I know," Shikamaru said, exasperated. "But obviously they can't admit that they turned down our help and got all those people killed."

Naruto exhaled. "Well, we need to send someone to break up those bandits. How many more people will they let die before they swallow their pride? Fuck it, we're not waiting for an official invitation."

"I was hoping you'd say that," Shikamaru murmured. "Let's send in the heavy guns. Disperse the bandits in a grand show so everyone knows it was us, then tell our agents to start spreading rumors that Kusagakure had turned down an invitation for our help in the first place."

"I'm not trying to piss Kusagakure off," Naruto said with a hand wave.

"You won't piss them off." Shikamaru offered him a smirk. "That's why we'd send in Sasuke."

He raised an eyebrow. "Sasuke?"

"The other villages still don't know for certain that he's staying in the village," Shikamaru said. "You know how he is—how often we'd get word of him doing this or that for villages, clearing out bandits there, helping to mitigate a famine there. We send Sasuke...and while everyone still gives Konoha the praise for taking care of the bandits, Kusagakure simply chalks it up to Sasuke being a loose cannon."

"We'll probably get an angry letter stammering about 'lacking an official invitation'," Naruto said, grinning. "But I've got a shredder right over there for letters like that."

"I take it you like the idea?"

"I'm definitely not going to think of a better one," Naruto said. "Get word to our agents to get the rumors going. I'll have Sasuke leave as soon as possible."

"Got it," Shikamaru replied.

The Nara left, and Naruto was left to his own devices. He was left to think about the ramifications of what this meant...and to his shame, he wasn't worried at all about the political consequences. Ass kissing and handshakes could smooth over any rumpled feathers.

Instead, Naruto was more worried about how Hinata was going to react when she found out her prime source of dick was going to be out of the village for a while.

He found it easier to break the news to Sasuke.

"Alright," Sasuke said, having heard the pitch from Naruto. "Just to be clear...how do you want me to deal with these bandits?"

"It's at your discretion, though alive and traumatized is preferable to dead," Naruto said. "And I need you to do me one more favor."

"...you want me to tell Hinata?"

"Yes," Naruto bit out. "Just when she's gotten used to having you around...and Himawari too. Trust me, I don't want to be the bearer of bad news."

"And I have to be?" Sasuke groaned.

"You're the one with the magic cock," the blonde replied. "Just fuck'em good before you leave. Actually...shit."

"What?" Sasuke asked.

"Well…" Naruto scratched the back of his head nervously. "I don't want to go that long without watching you fuck Hinata either," he admitted.

"...okay, well, I can't exactly bring you two along with me," Sasuke said. "That would defeat the purpose of this whole exercise."

"Gee, thanks for pointing that out," Naruto said, rolling his eyes. "But there is a way we could...well, have a memento of you."

"What are you suggesting…?" asked Sasuke, and bless his heart, but the Uchiha was totally oblivious as to what Naruto was getting at.

"Hinata bought a real nice camera not too long ago," Naruto said, snapping his laptop shut and standing up with a smirk on his lips. "I think you ought to head to my house and make reaaal good use of it."

"You're leaving me?"

Hinata said it in a quiet, almost meek voice, and Sasuke felt his chest clench. He wasn't heartless—and breaking the bad news to her felt like kicking a puppy.

"Yeah," Sasuke said, sighing softly. "I have to go attend to some business in Kusagakure."

"I saw on the news…" Hinata bit her lip. "Does it have to be you who goes to deal with those awful, awful men?" she asked, running a finger up and down his chest. "Couldn't they send someone else?"

Sasuke shrugged. "I don't make the decisions," he said. "Besides...Naruto was so gracious as to allow us to have some quality time before I leave." He smirked. "In fact, he wanted a memento for the two of you to remember me by."

"What do you mean by that?" asked Hinata.

"Well...according to Naruto, you have a rather nice camera sitting around gathering dust that can be put to use. And I'm sure Himawari could be persuaded to be our camerawoman for a rather...cinematic production."

She didn't reply immediately...but there was a twinkle in those snow-white eyes of hers that made goosebumps rise on his arms. It seemed that without a shadow of a doubt, Sasuke thought, she'd been hooked by the idea.

"Come then," Hinata said, grasping his wrist and giving it a gentle tug. "Himawari's in her room and the camera's upstairs…"

Sasuke couldn't help but smirk—making a 'home movie' with the gorgeous Hinata Uzumaki certainly hadn't been on his bucket list...but it was definitely an opportunity that he was going to take advantage of.

Convincing Himawari didn't take long.

"I want a video of Sasuke and I," was her only request. "If you'll film that after I'm doing filming you two...you've got a deal, mom."

Hinata grinned. "Of course. Come on, there's no time to waste!"

They retrieved the camera from a closet. Outside the door to the master bedroom, Hinata stopped Sasuke, a flush on her cheeks.

"Would you mind waiting out here for a moment?" she asked meekly. "I want to change into something...and record a little message for my husband as well."

Sasuke raised an eyebrow. "Alright," he said without much fuss. "Just don't take your time."

"I won't." She grinned. "Come on Himawari, let's get that camera set-up…"

"Are you ready?" asked Hinata.

She gave Naruto a small smile, the lovely woman clad in a floaty nightgown. Naruto laughed.

"You know damn well I'm ready," he said. "Go ahead and put it on."

With a fiend-like grin on her face, Hinata manipulated the remote control. Within a moment, the video they had filmed just a few days ago came onto the screen.

Balanced on a tripod, the camera didn't shake even a little. All Himawari had to do was zoom in and out, pan it around the bed, or move closer as the situation permitted.

"Is it on?" asked Hinata, as she stepped into the shot of the camera. She was clad in a gorgeous purple dress, one that hugged her frame nicely and sparkled in the low light of the bedroom.

"I-I think so. The light's blinking," was Himawari's calm reply. "Yeah...yeah, it's on."

"Okay."

Hinata exhaled. She sat on the end of the bed, crossing her legs, facing the camera with a calm determined look on her face.

"Hi, Naruto," she said softly. "I know you're going to end up watching this a lot...and I know you're going to hear what I'm saying over and over again."

She breathed in, then out. Without a shadow of a doubt she looked positively stunning, with a gentle hand having applied makeup to make her white eyes pop.

"I want you to know that I love you," Hinata murmured.

Then she smiled.

"And I love Sasuke's cock just as much." She licked her lips just at the thought of it, biting her bottom lip as a shudder went down her spine. "I want you to know that I'm going to enjoy every moment of what's going to happen...that there isn't the slightest bit of hesitation in my mind when it comes to this. I wanted to thank you for giving me this gift...for enabling me to have a husband as wonderful as you, and have a man as endowed as Sasuke." She smiled. "Thank you, Naruto."

She seemed so serene, so calm; sure with her purpose in life. For a time she had dreamed of being the type of kunoichi that everybody aspired to be—eventually, that dream faded. She became a housewife, and soon aspired to be the kind of wife that a man could only dream of.

Hinata liked to think that she had attained that dream. That she really was the perfect wife; the world seemed to think so, and Naruto was quick to tell her about how other men would inform him of how lucky he was.

Now, she had a new purpose in life.

To be an even more perfect wife to Naruto...to lay on her back and spread her legs for a superior man, all for her blonde husband's entertainment. Not that she wasn't going to get her own 'entertainment' out of the deal as well; quite the contrary.

With a smile on her face, Hinata cleared her throat.

"Come in, Sasuke," she said.

There was the sound of a door opening—the camera panned over, catching him just as he stepped through the frame. With that trademark smirk on his lips, Sasuke looked cut from marble, a superb male specimen in anyone's eyes.

"What a riveting speech," he said lightly, a hint of jest in his tone. "And…" He whistled. "That's quite the outfit...Hinata." His eyes crawled over her dress, and if looks could tear clothing to shreds, than she'd be as naked as the day she was born from the moment he laid his eyes on her.

Hinata flushed. "I thought you'd like it," she murmured. "Though I do have to ask you not to rip it off of me."

"I can't make any promises."

Hinata glanced over at Naruto, who was utterly enraptured by what was playing out on the screen.

She smiled. If she really squinted, she could already see a tiny little bulge in his trousers...which meant he was at full mast.

Though to be fair, she was starting to get a little hot and bothered, already remembering what was going to unfold on the screen.

It had only been a few days and already she was itching for Sasuke to come home and fuck her. 

Hinata gulped; she wasn't sure how much longer she could go with only a video and a few sparse images to remind of that delightful cock…

It wasn't that long, really. She just had to tough it out. And in the meantime, she could sit back beside her husband and relive that glorious night captured in high definition.

To Sasuke's credit, he didn't rip that dress clean off of our curvaceous frame.

Though he certainly wasted no time in pulling it off of her. Red lingerie was all she wore underneath, so fresh that he wouldn't have been surprised to still find a tag on them.

"Did you get these for me?" Sasuke said with a smirk on his lips, his eyes looking oh-so cocky and for good reason.

"...yes…" she squeaked out, her face flushed as deep as the lingerie on her body.

"Mmm." Sasuke bit his lip. "Perfect," he said, caressing those heavy tits of hers from underneath, Hinata whimpering at his touch. "You certainly know how to treat a man, miss Uzumaki."

"I know how to treat you," she said quietly.

"It doesn't take much," Sasuke admitted. "A nice tight pussy like yours to fuck? All you've got to do is spread your legs and I'm more than happy."

"I'll have to keep that in mind," Hinata breathed.

He pulled his clothes off. Hinata (and Himawari, right behind the camera) devoured his nude stature, his enormous cock jutting out from his crotch, as hard and as impressive as ever.

With swiftness akin to a lion, he was on top of her. Crawling atop the busty woman, Sasuke explored her body with contentment, his lips and his hands everywhere. She was a purring, mewling mess beneath his experienced caress.

Occasionally, she would glance at the camera, and there was this look in her eyes. Whether it was of shame, or of contentment, or maybe even a tad smug...but nevertheless, Hinata knew full well in those moments that every sound she made was being filmed for her husband's personal enjoyment.

"Stop teasing me~" she whined, as he pushed up her bra and began to suckle on those lovely tits of hers.

"I'm not," Sasuke murmured. "But I'm going to be going weeks without you around, so don't complain if I take my time."

"But I want you inside me…" she moaned, throwing her head back, indigo hair silky and soft.

He pressed a finger against her lip.

"Hush," Sasuke said firmly. "The only noises I want you to make are moans."

She shivered at those words...and slowly, she nodded her head.

Without mercy, Sasuke began to deconstruct her, bit-by-bit, without even playing his biggest trump card.

Hinata chewed on her lip—she couldn't help but tuck a hand beneath the waistband of her shorts, rubbing against her poor, aching snatch.

Naruto had already gone and came, and now the blonde had sat back, still engrossed in the ongoing picture.

She ought to be ashamed. Here she was, side-by-side with her husband, the both of them watching in high definition as she was systematically broken by a far superior man. Both of them knew that she was utterly subservient in those moments to Sasuke...that when he was in the same room, and that beautiful cock was within eye-sight, there was simply nothing she could do to resist, even if she wanted to.

And yet, instead, she was proud.

Proud that she could please a man as fine as Sasuke.

Proud that she could make her husband oh-so pleased.

Proud that she could finally be sexually satisfied for the first time in her life.

Hinata smiled, and she leaned back.

It wasn't long before she was a moaning, quivering mess.

And he wasn't even inside of her yet.

She stared at the ceiling, chest heaving and her eyes glazed over, a look of amazement on her face. "How do y-you do this?" she breathed, as his hot breath cascaded against her neck.

"There is no how," Sasuke said. "I just do it."

It was time—carefully, he lined himself up with her sopping wet snatch. His cock throbbed visbly, dripping pre cum, a powerful beast that was eager to find a tight pussy to bury itself in. 

Hinata's tight little hole proved the perfect target.

With a grunt, he entered her, those pretty little pussy lips of hers stretching wide to accommodate his generous size.

"Fuuuck, that's hot." It was Himawari from behind the camera who made the comment.

Though the two who were watching the film in the privacy of their home some days later certainly agreed.

Sasuke peppered her neck with kisses, his hands on her hips as he pushed himself inside of her.

She was certainly no stranger to being impaled on that massive cock of his, and yet, every time, there was that brief adjusting period. Even after two kids and week after week of pounding, he packed quite a monster, and she wasn't sure if she could ever get used to his size.

Still, he was there with her every step of the way, as she painstakingly whimpered and bucked her hips against him. He pushed inch after inch into her, all the way until he was at last hilted inside of her.

"Come closer," Sasuke said, waving Himawari and by extension the camera over.

Himawari brought the camera forward. With some manipulation, she got it to zoom right in on the point where Sasuke and Hinata were interconnected.

Her poor mom whimpered as Sasuke gyrated his hips back and forth...the camera picked it up clearly, the obscene stretching of that tight little cunt around his enormous member.

"Ready?" Sasuke asked, breathing into Hinata's ear.

Slowly, she nodded.

With a tight grip around her waist, Sasuke held her close and began to thrust.

It was hard, it was fast, it was merciless. He held her down and he fucked her, just like she wanted, just as he had done many times before. The only difference was that this time, the camera picked up every thrust, every moan, every squeak of the bed springs beneath Sasuke's tremendous power.

"God, I'm in love with this pussy," Sasuke groaned into her ear, as he buried himself to the hilt inside of her again and again.

"I'm in love with you-"

However that sentence was going to end—or if it had ended—was unknown, for Sasuke bottomed out inside of her, grunting and gyrating as he did so, forcing incredible amounts of pleasure upon the poor woman.

"It's so perfect," Hinata whined, as he kept thrusting. "H-how is it so perfect…!"

He nibbled at the porcelain skin of her neck, smirking as he continued his assault.

Naruto glanced at his wife, who was openly touching herself now, breathing deep and squeezing a tit with one hand, fingering herself with the other.

"Hinata…" he said.

He startled her—she jumped, pulling her hand out of her shorts and turning toward him, face beating red. "Y-yes?" she asked.

"Were you going to tell him that you loved him?" asked Naruto. His tone was very even; she couldn't tell whether he was upset or just genuinely interested.

"...no," she murmured. "I was just going to say that I was in love with his- well, you know…"

"Oh. Okay, then."

"W-why?" she asked.

"I-" Naruto paused. "We all know this is going to be a long-term thing. Loving a man who can please you like that...it's not something I'd hold against you. I hope you know that."

Hinata giggled under her breath. "Well...I appreciate the sweet words, honey." She reached her non-soaked hand over, patting him affectionately on the cheek. "I promise that no matter what, I'll always love you."

With a fistful of her hair, Sasuke jerked Hinata's head back, his hips a blur as he slammed into her from behind.

The camera was centered on her opal-shaped eyes; she looked so at peace, a big cock stuffed inside of her, enough pleasure being injected into her system to have made the line between orgasm and existence seem like nothing.

She stared right into the camera—her mouth forming a tiny 'O', hoarse moans escaping through her lips.

A thousand emotions flickered across her face...and yet most prevalent was the total and absolute bliss she was experiencing.

"I love you too," Naruto said, though his attention had been taken by the television screen yet again.

Hinata allowed herself a smile...she tried to resist the urge, but alas, it was too much.

She found herself slipping a hand beneath her shorts once again, fantasizing about being in the same position she'd been in just a few days prior.

With Sasuke.

Though Sasuke certainly enjoyed fucking her from behind, before long, she found herself on top of him. Facing away and toward the camera, Hinata rode him long and hard, his monstrous cock being engulfed by her tight snatch again and again.

Himawari was an expert; she captured the perfect view. Hinata's juicy tits bouncing up and down...her loud moans, her amazing body on full display. Sasuke's grunting face, his cock as it went in and out of the mother of two, his hands on her hips as he thrust up just as hard as she rode.

"You know damn well I'm finishing inside of you," Sasuke said with authority, giving one of her firm asscheeks a smack for good measure.

"...yes please…" Hinata moaned, as she continued to bounce on top of him.

As he grew closer, he thrust harder, faster, deeper. Soon she wasn't able to do anything—merely throw her head back and moan louder as Sasuke hammered into her from below.

It happened all at once, all of a sudden.

She came to the crux of yet another amazing orgasm...the kind that mere her toes curl, her mind go blank. She clamped herself down on him, eager to feel every inch of that delicious cock as she came on it.

Then Sasuke came, and she felt his seed be injected inside of her.

"Oh god!" she moaned. "Oh yes...you're filling me up…"

His cock visbly pulsed—one could only imagine watching his cum be shot deep inside of her. Sasuke held her close, both hands on her hips, a smirk on his face as he knew he had creampied Hinata on camera for Naruto to watch hundreds if not thousands of times, again and again.

When he was spent, he pulled out of her. A moment passed, a few seconds perhaps, and then slowly, his cum began to ooze out of her.

Himawari zoomed in on it…a perfect, tight little pussy, oozing the seed of the man whom owned it.

"Thank you, Sasuke…" Hinata whimpered, as she laid in his arms.

Sasuke merely chuckled, giving her a kiss on the cheek. "The pleasure was all mine," he said.

For a while, the camera merely focused on Hinata's snatch. Sasuke's cum, dripping out of, hot and white and thick, dribbling down her thigh. Then it panned up, capturing the satisfied face of Hinata, mirrored by the smirk of Sasuke.

"You can go ahead and cut it," said Sasuke.

Just like that, the video shut off.

Hinata and Naruto leaned back.

"Wow," Naruto said.

"...yeah…" Hinata said, biting her lip, pulling her soaked fingers out of her shorts.

"Want to watch it again tomorrow night?" asked Naruto.

"S-sure," she said. "You know, we made another one right after with Himawari...if you wanted to take a peek at that."

"Maybe not tonight, but definitely tomorrow," the blonde replied, grinning. "Damn, I can't wait until Sasuke comes home."

"I can't wait either," Hinata whispered.