"You like that, slut?" Naruto growled somewhat endearingly into Sakura's ear. The limp woman, who was currently allowing herself to be fucked like a rag doll atop a mountain of twisted sheets, merely made a defeated noise in response. Her hands clung limply to the comforter, and her eyes began to close. He was wearing her out, but every time she was about to zone out of it, he rammed into her in a new way, making her focus sharpen into pleasureful and painful clarity. He knew how to make her pleasure agonizing, and he knew how to effectively own her with a few simple thrusts.
"Did you-" Naruto gripped Sakura's hair and twisted it, eliciting a sharp noise from Sakura. "-SAY something? I can't hear you." He punctuated every word with a pivot of his hips, pounding as fast as a machine into her slick pussy. She just couldn't help it, Naruto smirked to himself, she was glistening wet. Even when she set her mind against it, her arousal and his godly cock could not be denied. His svelte tone was contrasted starkly by his aggressive thrusts, which would have made any woman not used to his style of sex cum in mere moments. As it was, Sakura regularly had to fend off her orgasms, if she did it too soon, Naruto would see it as the ultimate conquest, and she'd never live it down. It was hard enough allowing this type of thing to happen at such a frequent rate, Sasuke was out of the house, and as a result, Naruto had slithered over to make his presence known. Sakura dreaded the days where Sasuke had to go away, or he had meetings to attend and things to do… without her. It meant she was left alone in the house, as she couldn't find a reason for spending all day in stores. That would be more attention-grabbing and suspicious than what was actually going on, so sneaky was Naruto.
Sakura oomphed, shaking her head in a vain attempt to make Naruto's fingers slip from her hair. No such luck, Sakura hadn't had time to wash her hair, and so Naruto was able to wrap his fingers in it much easier and establish a handhold.
"Excuse me? I don't think so." Naruto tittered in a show of faux disappointment, watching in amusement as Sakura's hands reached upwards to try to pry his hand out of her hair. She rarely ever succeeded in delaying his sexual advances, and she had never yet been able to dissuade him from giving her a good fuck, anytime, anyplace, no matter if it was a funeral or on the bed Sasuke and Sakura shared as husband and wife. Which actually was where this latest sexual conquest took place. The silken sheets were strewn about as a result of the struggle between Sakura and Naruto. As Naruto railed into her harder, Sakura found her arms dropping in a gesture of defeat and exhaustion. She instinctively bit down hard on a fluffy pillow, her spit sinking into the pillowcase. She couldn't help it, he was making her feel so good and she didn't want to give Naruto the satisfaction of any kind of erotic noise.
As usual, he hadn't used any kind of protection, and Sakura was trying (unsuccessfully) to dissuade him from reaching his sexual climax. But any protest she gave was a turn on, and if she gave in and fucked him back it would be a turn on. Sakura just couldn't win. It was a constant fear of hers, becoming pregnant with a child that was not Sasuke's. Knowing him, he would trust her completely if she said it was his, no matter how striking the resemblance to Naruto. Still, Sakura didn't want to carry something of his inside of her for almost a year. It was bad enough he regularly put his massive cock inside of her and acted as if she was his personal sex toy.
In a way, she was.
"You know, I've got a date with Mikoto tonight." Naruto disclosed to Sakura mercilessly, curious to see how she reacted. He hadn't completely broken her spirit, he knew, but he'd love to get a strong rise out of her as he jammed himself into her. But alas, Sakura was trying to focus on holding off her climax, while simultaneously listening for the door. Sasuke wasn't supposed to be back for quite a while, but Sakura was completely unaware of how much time had passed since Naruto had first pushed her down onto the bed. It felt like forever.
"I said…" He flipped her over, much to Sakura's surprise, so that he could see her face. "I have a date with Mikoto." Naruto grinned, unbearably smug. Sakura glared at him, even as her breasts bounced up and down like attractive, flesh-colored balloons. Her ass bounced attractively against the silky sheets. Her mouth was already forming the word 'so'? Before it could escape her mouth, however, Naruto bent down and kissed her, though this didn't hinder his hips. Sakura was surprised, she thought he was above kissing his conquests. But, if she had to guess, this was yet another more intimate way to embarrass her. He developed new ways of humiliation all the time, as if he was constantly marinating on the subject and wrote down all of his ideas so that he could test them out on her next he saw her.
She squirmed under him, breathing sharply through her nose in an attempt to avoid tasting him. As if he could read her mind, Naruto forced his tongue into her mouth, licking her lips sensually. This sudden change of tactic had thrown Sakura for a loop, because kisses (in her mind) were associated with love. Naruto was just being a rotten bastard, per the usual, and Sakura knew that, but the erotic feelings that kissing brought made her climax rise at such an intense speed that Sakura gave in. She lay there as it came, letting Naruto do all the work, but he liked that part of it too. The feeling of her hot juices rushing over his cock, which was buried deep inside of her, drove him wild to the point of his own climax.
As he groaned gutturally, back curling and face twisting, his speed rapidly increased. Sakura hadn't thought him capable of going faster, even Naruto had limits, but she realized that in this heated moment he was actually defying his own barriers of strength and speed. As he unloaded his cum inside of her, Sakura stiffened in alarm, but it couldn't stop what was happening from happening. After a long moment Naruto collapsed on top of her, and Sakura lay staring at the ceiling. His cum dribbled out of her as he swiftly pulled out, too late, of course.
"Thanks for that." Naruto said snidely, standing up as if the sex hadn't affected his body at all. Sakura was always sore and had a hard time walking sometimes. It depended on how energetic Naruto was, generally. "Now, if you'll excuse me…" Naruto said, ignoring the fact that Sakura was actively ignoring him. "I have a date with your mother-in-law."
And speaking of Sakura's mother-in-law…
Mikoto, at the moment while Naruto was railing Sakura in her Sasuke's bed, was excitedly getting ready for her "date" with Naruto. Every time she thought of it as a date she blushed. Regardless of age, she was still a woman, and Naruto was still one of the most (if not THE most) desired man in the town even though there were rumors about him being with that Hyuga girl. She was sure there would be rumors about this, and half of her assumed that Naruto had invited her out to court controversy. She knew he liked to have people talking about him. In that respect, he was like a peacock, trying to attract as much attention as possible. It didn't matter the reason, as long as his names were on the lips of at least half the town's gossips.
Mikoto smiled wistfully. That was just Naruto's way, and it was amusing to say the least. Any flaw of his was usually turned into a positive by any woman smitten with Naruto, and Mikoto was not immune to Naruto's charm. For being as old as she was, Mikoto was actually still fairly attractive, though not too many men admitted it to her anymore. Her youth was long gone, and she was a widow, and though Sasuke's father had been a good man, he hadn't left her a fortune that any man would try to snatch up. For these reasons, Mikoto was mystified that Naruto would pick her to take on a date.
So, as a token of her appreciation, Mikoto had put on makeup, actual makeup, which she never bothered to do anymore, and a sexy little crimson red number. The dress was still fairly modest, but the neckline was lower than anything any woman her age dared to wear. It hugged her curves fairly nicely. She wasn't a Sakura-level knockout, but she was still fairly attractive, especially in a MILF kind of way. Not that Naruto was too picky.
Mikoto fussed with her hair for about an hour before deciding to let it hang mysteriously around her face, both accenting her eyes and hiding the slight drooping of skin around her neck. Age plagued her, but she still looked relatively good for someone her age. She strapped on her high heels, walking across the room several times to make sure she wouldn't break an ankle while dancing with Naruto. They weren't hooker high, but they were still taller than anyone her age wore.
And they were also slightly risqué. In fact, her whole outfit was a bit too young for her age, but she somehow managed to pull it off. Her ass was still fairly perky, and her breasts weren't too saggy yet. From the back, she might even be mistaken for a younger woman. But none of this was running through Mikoto's mind as she prepared herself (mentally and physically) for her date. In fact, there was hardly anything in her mind at all. The buried habit in her of getting ready for a date, of getting ready to look good for a man, was slowly resurfacing. She spritzed on some musky perfume, subtly adding a bit between her thighs. It was an afterthought, and Mikoto hardly noticed she'd done it at all.
A knock on the door alerted her to the time. Naruto was early! Luckily, Mikoto had anticipated that. He was such a good man that she had known he'd be at least a half hour early. What a charmer, she smiled. Mikoto grabbed her clutch and tottered towards the door. She was fairly good at walking in high heels, but her ankles were still as aged as she, and so she nearly snapped an ankle as she nearly ran towards the door. Reminding herself to be reasonable, she took a deep breath and stiffened her spine, her breasts looking perkier as she stood up straight. She reached for the doorknob, slowly turned it, and swung it open nonchalantly. As if Naruto couldn't tell that she was a bundle of nerves.
After all, she was still a woman.
Naruto looked extremely dashing. He had changed from his normal outfit into one with sharper lines and richer textures, the clothing of noticeably better quality. It impressed even the most cynical part of Mikoto, who had expected him to be dressed up but hardly trying in that Naruto way of his. It looked as if he had made a conscious effort to look good, and she found herself warmly appreciating that. She complimented him in her head a million times over, but out loud she only said, "You're early, Naruto."
"I wouldn't want to keep you waiting." Naruto smiled charmingly.
Mikoto beamed, ignoring the fact that what he had said didn't make too much sense in any context. Before she could think of anything clever to say, Naruto asked, "Are you ready to go?"
"You arrive here early, and you expect me to be ready to go?" Mikoto quipped playfully, her voice sounding half her age.
"Well, are you?" Naruto said in reply, knowing full well that the answer would be-
"Of course!" Mikoto giggled youthfully, making sure she had her keys before shutting the door softly behind her. To her surprise, Naruto very suavely reached down and linked her hand in his. The warmth was overwhelming, and it nearly brought tears to her eyes. She hadn't felt this young, this blissful, since her first date with her husband. But she reminded herself, this was not a date date. It was more of a pity date. That thought deflated Mikoto a little, but it wouldn't take Naruto long to fluff her admiration up.
The event location was a short walk away, and they chattered amicably as they walked. Mikoto was already regretting wearing the pin-thin heels, but they made her legs look twenty years younger, and that was a quality that was worth having your feet hurt so much that you wanted them amputated. Naruto took her fur coat as they reached the building, subtly brushing his hand against her breast. Mikoto blushed in response, but Naruto was so swift in handing her coat to the coat person that she assumed he hadn't noticed, which was somewhat disappointing.
But what had she expected? A romantic night of dancing as the most desirable man in town slowly seduced her?
Ah, if only she knew.
As they were seated at their table, MIkoto couldn't help but note that Naruto had taken her to the most expensive place in town, and he was completely paying for all of it. Naruto pulled out her chair, how chivalrous, Mikoto noted, and as she delicately sat down, she fluttered her hands and picked up the menu. She wanted him to see her as a delicate flower, or something like it, anyway. She scanned the menu quickly, impressed at the breadth of the cuisine. She knew that the restaurant must have been unnecessarily and exorbitantly expensive, because there weren't even prices listed on the menu.
Naruto started off by ordering Mikoto's favorite wine, how had he known? Even Sasuke didn't know that, as he didn't drink with his dear old mother, and pouring it for her very suavely, cuffs rolled up to show off his handsome wrists. Mikoto's hand fluttered to her chest, and she felt her cheeks heat up a little bit as Naruto raised his glass to toast her. "To an amazing woman." Naruto said simply, his voice huskier than usual. The candlelight bounced off his dark eyes, making him all the more attractive.
At least, to Mikoto. She gulped down some wine without really focusing on looking delicate, but luckily, she managed to throw it back without looking sloppy or spilling wine all over herself. That was a feat, considering her shaking hands. She was usually never this nervous about… well, about anything. Mikoto hadn't felt nervous for a very long time, in fact, she couldn't remember when the last time had been.
"You look very beautiful tonight." Naruto said, right after their plates were set in front of them. Mikoto was delighted to find that, unlike many food places, this restaurant was expensive but generous with their fancy cuisine. Before Mikoto responded, she put a bit of meat in her mouth- it nearly melted, and she heard herself sigh in contentment.
"Thank you, Naruto. Should I give you a compliment in return?" Mikoto asked after she had thoroughly swallowed the meat and ran her tongue over her teeth to check for stray strands of food.
"Only if I deserve one." Naruto shrugged, spreading his arms wide, fork and knife in hand as he smiled devilishly. He knew he deserved a compliment, and Mikoto knew he knew. He was one of those men who knew how devastatingly handsome he was, and he embraced it. Usually, those men were pretentious to Mikoto, but Naruto had a certain charm. She cut into her meat and chewed thoughtfully, the meat once again so soft that it felt like it was melting on her tongue.
"You look… presentable." She teased Naruto, who pretended to be offended by letting his knife fall to his plate with a quiet clatter. It was a choreographed little dance they were doing, as Naruto had let it fall so that it wouldn't be obnoxiously loud. His face was the perfect amount of offended and hurt. Mikoto laughed and waved him off with her free hand, sipping her wine with the other. She swallowed and continued. "Oh, you know you look like the best dressed man in here, so don't fish, it's unbecoming." She suggested, delighted with this flirty conversation.
"I didn't know that." Naruto insisted, enjoying himself as well. "But thank you for your opinion. I'll take it as a fact." He watched as Mikoto blushed and instinctively knew that she was falling deeper into his web with every bite of dinner and every bat of her mascara-accented eyelashes. After dinner was consumed, Naruto ordered more wine and pulled the protesting Mikoto onto the dance floor. Her legs looked good enough to eat, but her feet were killing her. Still, she pasted on a winning smile and swung her hips in time to the music, especially when Naruto's arm snaked around her middle.
He was an exceptionally good dancer, Mikoto noted. It wasn't like dancing with Sasuke at his wedding. She loved her son, but he wasn't good at everything he tried. Naruto, on the other hand, swung her and dipped her with all the flair of a professional seduction artist. She felt dizzy quite a few times, and finally she was forced to lead Naruto off the floor. Naruto understood immediately and escorted her back down the dark road to Sasuke's house. They paused at the door, exactly as if they were on a first date.
In a sense, they were.
"Goodnight, Mikoto." Naruto leaned down with bated breath, letting his sweet scent reach her. Sure enough, she stood on tiptoe and gently pressed her lips to his. Seizing the moment, Naruto's hand cupped the back of her neck and his tongue slid across her bottom lip. Mikoto, surprised, seemed to whimper and crumple into his arms. Before she could let herself get too carried away, Naruto pulled away with a smile.
Without another word, he bounded back down the path and into the night, leaving Mikoto to touch her lips in woozy wonder.