Sakura and Sasuke smiled down at the cooing baby, who was making gurgling noises to communicate his feelings. He was misshapen and deformed, but his parents, even Sakura, who knew his true parentage, had grown to love the tiny thing, no matter his external appearance. He was a vivacious and buoyant child, and despite his young age he was constantly on the move, crawling and rolling and diving off of furniture. Such a rambunctious quality reminded Sakura of Naruto, the way he would get back up on his feet if he were knocked down. She had come around to a different way of thinking since that gloomy day at the hospital, the day the baby was born.
Sakura had come to realize that parentage didn't matter, to an extent. It was how you raised a child, really, that defined them, and Sakura didn't want the child to be affected by the awful relationship between his true parents. Since the baby's birth, Sakura had seen less and less of her grandfather and hadn't been accosted by Naruto since she got pregnant, which was an unexpected plus from the whole ordeal. Sasuke loved the child dearly and he, too, saw that same fighting spirit that he so liked in his stepdad. It was as if the baby knew of his awful extremities and was trying extra hard to gain favor for himself despite his looks.
Her grandfather, on the other hand, had evolved into something bitter and senile. He envied this sudden stabilization in the relationship between Sakura and Sasuke, which was something he had not foreseen. He stayed awake at night, only concentrated on keeping them apart. It was all he focused on, if you randomly looked into his head on any given day, at any time, he was scheming. He was plotting. He was shrewdly looking for ways to ruin this happiness that the birth had fostered. After a few weeks of feverishly sleepless nights and scrapped plans, he finally outlined a plan that he felt would work. If he found the right person, there would be no evidence, no scrap of proof that could be traced back to the poor old grandad.
Hunched over and covered in a protective coat that masked his identity, Sakura's grandfather waited in the shaded alley behind an abandoned building, waiting for his contact. He watched anxiously as the shadows bent and twisted around him, trying to pick out the form of a man. Finally, however, the black outline of a walking shape headed towards him. Once closer to the shadow, the grandfather realized it was a brawny man who had his hand covertly by his side, ready to take the money.
As if anyone could see the exchange in such a shadow-coated alley, the grandad thought, but obediently he placed the thick wad of money in the other man's palm… just as was expected of him. The other man, who was at least twice the grandad's height, nodded in agreement as he fingered the wad of bills. It was a hefty fee, for sure, but the man seemed satisfied with the generous amount. He made eye contact with the grandad, which was a feat in the dark alleyway, and grinned a sickly grin. Without another word, the man skittered back down the alley. The plan was now set in motion, the grandad realized, and there would be no going back.
Not that he ever would.
The first stage of the plan wasn't too intricate, but it required some acting on the grandfather's part, and it was also time sensitive. The man he had hired would need the cover of nightfall, and so the grandad was to get Sakura out of the house by sunset. He would then subdue her at the hospital until the deed had been done. It sounded simple on paper, but only after the grandad had started the ruse did, he realized how hard it was to convince Sakura to leave her loving husband and new child. She had a glow about her that only he should have been able to produce, and it angered him so much that he needed a moment to calm himself before trying again.
"Sakura." He half whined in the weakest voice he could muster. "I feel awfully unwell." He faked a heaving motion, his hand moving to clap over his mouth in a faux attempt to keep the vomit that was not there inside of his body. He watched Sakura through slitted eyes as she recoiled, handing the baby to Sasuke and brushing her grandfather aside and into his own bedroom.
"Can't you keep it down?" She asked in slight frustration. "I can fetch the herbal tea or-"
"No, I tried that!" He fluttered his eyelashes as if in exhaustion. He took care to speak very carefully and in spurts, as if he were afraid, he might collapse or vomit at any moment. He braced himself against the doorframe, curling in on himself and shaking his head while rubbing his shoulders. "It's so cold. I'm freezing." He grasped Sakura's shoulder weakly. "Sasuke, please do close the window."
Sakura, confused at being called by her husband's name, realized that perhaps her grandfather was worse off than she had first believed. "I'm Sakura, grandfather." She murmured nervously, hoping that he would snap out of it.
But he did no such thing. "Sasuke, I know who you are." Her grandfather scoffed, still shivering and occasionally slightly heaving. "Don't be rude, son. Now please turn up the heat, or at least… do something... to chase off this… urgh… ghastly… cold…" He chattered, his teeth grinding together as if from frigid air on his skin, though the house was balmy and warmly pleasant, cozy even.
"Grandfather, you should go lay down." Sakura insisted, putting a hand on his shoulder to guide him to the bed. This was a rare gesture, she hated touching the old man, but her concern for his safety won out against her primal fear and disgust of him in the end. Seeing this as a small victory, the grandfather seized the opportunity. He nodded absentmindedly, hobbled a few steps, and then let out a cry of alarm as he collapsed onto the ground. Sakura, fearing the worst, rushing to his aid, her maternal and familial instincts kicking in even though she hated the old man with a burning passion.
With a surprising amount of strength, she heaved him up to his feet. Then again, not a lot of strength was required, Sakura realized the old man was surprisingly light, and he felt purely of bones. He had, in his frenzy to concoct a plan, not eaten nearly enough to sustain him. Therefore, the act he was putting on was only half an act, as his body was extremely tired from a lack of food and a heightened adrenaline from what he knew was coming.
Sasuke settled the baby in its crib and came at them with open arms, but Sakura stubbornly shook her head. "I can take him, it's fine, he's my responsibility." She kissed her husband lovingly on the lips right in front of her grandfather, who thought in satisfaction, 'that will be your very last kiss with him'.
As they left the house, the grandfather felt eyes on the two of them. He was not scared or intimidated, however, because he simply knew that it was the man he'd hired watching for the signal. As they rounded the last corner before the house was out of sight, Sakura's grandad made a fist behind his back, opened his palm, and waved slightly before continuing on down the lane. This was the signal that everything was ready and that the man had the go ahead to begin the fire almost immediately. Sakura, in her concern, was hurrying along, and so the grandad was not worried at all about his granddaughter detecting the man.
At the hospital, Sakura's grandfather baffled doctors by continually changing his symptoms to buy time. At one point the doctor appointed to him was ready to give up, but Sakura's figure was so nice to look at that he put up with the old man's raving and rambling and tried to get to the bottom of whatever condition he had. Because he didn't want to end up in a mental hospital, the grandad kept it toned down and mildly alarming instead of psychotic. After being admitted, he was given an IV to give him hydration, as it was clear he was dehydrated (something he had also intentionally done in advance to enhance believability).
He kept subtly glancing at the clock, however, to keep track of time. He had allotted a half hour at the hospital, believing this to be a reasonable amount of time to start a fire and let it burn a bit. He had also considered travel time, and as such he realized they'd better be going if he wanted Sakura to be fully traumatized by the event. He quickly regained his composure, acting demure and polite. The doctor was baffled, but Sakura was relieved and a tiny bit annoyed, it had just been dehydration. That's it? Well, he'd have to start taking better care of himself.
They left the hospital in silence, the old man too content with his plan to speak and Sakura silently fuming. She fully intended to give him a lecture when they got home. The bill from the hospital wasn't astronomical, but she was still irked that this incident could have been prevented. The closer she got to home, however, the less she put blame on her grandfather, because she was starting to realize that the night air was polluted with smoke.
She suddenly had an awful feeling in her stomach. She broke into a sprint, completely forgetting her grandad, who patiently walked at the same speed even when she was out of his line of sight. She rounded the bend and collapsed to the road, screaming, as she glimpsed the sight of her house engulfed in flames. Her howling pierced the night almost as vividly as the flames. Her grandfather, who had caught up by then, held her tightly even as she tried to push him away to get to the house. On his face was the largest smile he'd ever had in his life.
Sakura's sorrow did not lessen with time. A few weeks passed, in which funeral preparations were made. The fire had been so well constructed that it seemed no one in the house had survived. Unknown to both the grandfather and Sakura though, the man he hired wasn't as good as he thought. The hitman did manage to kill the baby, but Sarada and Sasuke were fine. Sasuke blinded by rage chased the hitman, fast as he was, Sasuke ended up decently far away from the village, grieving by himself and taking his sweat time to return. While Sarada was actually with Mikoto and Naruto, all three decided to hide that fact from Sakura out of spite. The two extra bodies that were mistaken for Sarada and Sasuke were actually the neighbors, a tall man matching Sasuke's build and his wife, a short woman with a disease that made her stop growing at around 10. They rushed in to help when they heard the ruckus and got caught in the flames.
Now Sakura thought that both Sasuke and her babies were now dead, burned to ashes that only faintly resembled bodies, but the grandfather had respectfully insisted they have a proper burial. It was the best way to honor their lives, the grandfather had reasoned with Sakura, who was beyond reason at this point. She was a blubbering mess, her cheeks constantly tear stained, and her clothing rumpled. Her eyes were dead beyond belief, and her hair had a constantly withered look. She did not bother to wash or eat, and though this bothered the grandfather he knew she would eventually get over it. And if she didn't? Well, he didn't think about that. He didn't want to. He wanted everything to go his way, and, with some luck and planning, he knew it would happen. After all, the most difficult part of the plan, to get rid of what Sakura loved was accomplished. The grandad felt confident that, with such a huge payoff, the man who had been the arsonist would not snitch.
And so, with Sakura always in the background wailing, being comforted by a small group of friends, the grandfather himself planned most of the funerals. The distraught Sakura heard whispers of, "How brave, he just lost his grandson, great granddaughter and great grandson and he perseveres." She was too out of it to be grateful, but still she took note of how helpful her grandad was being. The image of the burned bodies was forever etched into her poor throbbing head, and she was forced by her subconscious to replay the night over and over.
She awoke on the day of the funeral with that same sense of impending doom. She had nightmares of the fire again, and they never seemed to lessen in how much they terrified her. She woke with tears already blooming in her green eyes. Her pink hair was tangled, as she never bothered to brush it anymore, and her skin was constantly blotchy from all of the sobbing and crying. The grandfather, who had paced back and forth in front of her door all morning, heard the sudden creak of the bed and realized she was awake. He peeked in on her, giving his eyes a moment to adjust to the total darkness she now preferred to sleep in.
"Hello, sweetheart." He refrained from singing, making his voice appropriately somber and miserable. "I'll bring in your clothes in a little bit, they just arrived yesterday. I ordered them so you wouldn't have to pick something out. I know how hard this must be." He shook his head and closed her door, smiling as soon as he was out of sight. It was easy to act like a frail old man, technically he really was one, but it was hard to refrain from smiling at his beautiful granddaughter, whom was now exclusively his.
He skittered out to the table, where he had laid out Sakura's funeral garb. Per the usual, his tastes were less than modest. The top was a stretchy black lace thing that was too tiny for a toddler, but something that would stretch nicely over a black bra, thought the grandad. He didn't care if the funeralgoers would disapprove, because he himself thought she would look ravishing. The skirt was similarly tiny and tight, though it was a simpler black bodycon that would show off her ass in the nicest way possible. To complete the look, the grandfather had chosen thigh high garters, lacy, of course, and spiky black heels. No one would be surprised to know that her grandfather had selected such items from a place that had specialized in… exotic dancer attire. Basically, a stripper shop.
He seized on the fact that Sakura was probably not fully awake and brought her the outfit. He set it down and then retreated, picking out a black lacy bra was probably pushing it. He would just have to hope for the best. He retreated to the kitchen and cooked up a basic breakfast, which was hard because of his shaking hands. He was excited to say the least, but he somehow managed to make some eggs and toast for the two of them. He knew Sakura wouldn't eat it, she rarely ever stomached anything these days, but he wanted her to appreciate his effort.
He brought it to her and was delighted to see that, even though she had put on a black camisole (and he had thought he had hidden them all!) under the lacy blouse, the amount of skin she was showing was also more than enough to make the grandfather all riled up. He gently set down the plate on her bedside table and ate at the coffee table, his chewing noises he made occupying the room. He didn't mind the silence, nor did he mind the fact that Sakura didn't even attempt to eat anything.
This was how she was nowadays. He had gotten used to it.
She would appear calm for long periods of time and then suddenly burst into hysteria, to which her friends could only pat and soothe her. But they didn't understand such jarring and sudden loss, to be so happy and so balanced and suddenly be tossed into chaos. Sakura felt empty inside, with no relief whenever people pitied her. This wasn't something that could be remedied with sympathetic crying or expressions of apology. Sasuke was dead. Her babies were dead. They weren't coming back. And that was the only thing on Sakura's mind, from the moment she saw their bodies to the very moment the funeral started, not even sparing her mother-in-law and father-in-law a thought.
It wasn't very well attended, as Sasuke had little to no friends or family, but those who did attend mourned. People donned in mourning colors gathered around the caskets to say goodbye, and the sermons and testimonies delivered by friends were appropriately touching and heart wrenching. Sakura, who could not bear to hear any of this or even glimpse the coffins for longer than a few seconds, would randomly burst into hysterical wailing. The grandfather, as if comforting her, would lay his hands on her thighs and whisper into her ear. He didn't really say any specific words, but rather made reassuring murmuring sounds. Though it looked like a touching gesture to onlookers and attendees, the grandfather was actually feeling for Sakura's underwear under her black rumpled funeral attire dress.
He patiently held her while she cried into his expensive suit. The insurance on Sasuke, since he had been such a crucial warrior to the village, had been a very large fee, and luckily for the grandfather the only conspiracy theories circulating were about the insurance payoff. No one ever suspected the old man close to death. He was half irritated that no one thought him capable of murder, but he was also grateful that no one had guessed anything even close to the truth about that night.
"I'm so sorry, Sakura. Ah, you remind me so much of my wife… she was a beautiful thing too. But so delicate at times…" The grandfather said to her after she'd quieted down a little. "You're the only family I have left, however… and I'm the only family you have. We need each other, now more than ever." He never openly admitted what he had done, but he knew that if Sakura thought about it hard enough, she might be able to guess at what had occurred.
Across the room men (who didn't come because of Sasuke, but because they were stalking newly available prey) eyed Sakura's getup with speculative and appreciative eyes. "How slutty, though." One man grunted, his opinions coming to light thanks to the steady flow of alcohol from his hidden flask. "Like, if I died, and I looked down from heaven, would I wanna see all that hanging out?"
The other men grunted in agreement, but one of them piped up, "I'd still bang her." The rest laughed quietly, hushed by the group of older women glaring at them for laughing at a funeral.
"Well, now that Sasuke's gone… maybe you finally have a chance." The men all grinned, suddenly praying for a chance with the ideal woman that was Sakura.
There was one of them though, that was silent, he stared at Sakura with poorly hidden lust, oh he'd have her alright, there was no doubt in his mind. Getting up he stalked after the newly minted widow.
Sakura needed a break. Hiding in the safety of the girl's restroom, she took the time to calm herself and wipe her eyes. She stood there trying to rid her face of the streaks of mascara running down her cheeks. While rubbing her face with a towel she failed to notice the large silhouette sneaking up behind her.
Once the man was behind her, he swiftly covered her mouth and injected a needle of chakra blocking poison into her neck, the poison taking immediate effect, rendering the grieving woman powerless and at his mercy.
"Round two bitch…this time I'm not lettin' you off with just head." Chuckled the deep voice of the same Kumo man that led the group of three from Mikoto's birthday party from months ago.
The bathroom they were in was one of those small individual ones, but the lock was easy for him to pick.
Sakura had kept up her struggle, it had virtually no force behind it without her chakra, but she kept trying regardless. "What the fuck are you doing, is this another one of Naruto's sick games?" she asked. He grabbed her by the throat. "Shut the fuck up you little slut. Naruto didn' put me up to shit, I'm here for one thing, to fuck you like your dead husband only wishes he could, and you are going to love it!"
She struggled the best she could, kicking and punching. When she went to scream, he slapped her across her face leaving an angry red mark on her cheek. Sakura came to the hope shattering conclusion that she could do nothing to stop this and that he could kill her anytime he wanted in the state she was in, so she stopped her struggles and just stood there waiting to be forcibly used once again.
He started to kiss her. Hard rough kisses. His tongue probing her mouth. Sakura felt his hand on her breasts. Squeezing and pushing. He reached up and yanked her top over her head, but Sakura didn't resist, she just let it happen. He pulled her bra up and grabbed her exposed breasts. Pinching and pulling and squeezing her tits he felt her nipples growing hard under his hand.
"You like that don't you, you stupid cunt. Standing in a bathroom at the funeral of your dead…ass…family," her rapist punctuated his last few words with heavy handed slaps to her breasts, "…you love the way I am playing with your tits don't you bitch?"
Sakura didn't say anything, she didn't want to encourage him, but didn't want to anger him either.
"Talk to me bitch," he said, "Tell me how good it feels when I pinch your nipples like this." He then started to pinch both her nipples hard, pulling them way out from her tits, pulling and pinching and twisting all at the same time.
Despite herself, Sakura moaned.
"You do like it don't you?"
He reached down and rolled up her tight skirt. With his free hand he, once again, slapped Sakura across her face. "Don't try anything you'll regret you stupid bitch, just take off those slutty panties."
He let go of her skirt and stepped back to watch. Sakura started to unzip her skirt when she was interrupted by a slap to her ass. He stepped forward, pressing his bulge into her ass, grabbing a tit and grinding against her he growled. "I said take off the panties you stupid cunt. Leave the skirt on."
He pushed her back and started to rub his cock through his pants while Sakura pulled the panties off one leg then the other. The man spun her around and grabbed ahold of her tit again, using it as a handhold to pull her back towards him. Then slid his hand up to her pussy. "Spread your legs now!"
Sakura spread her legs as best she could while still standing up. She felt his hand slide up her thigh and then a finger was roughly pushed into her pussy. She knew he would find her wet and she hated that she was aroused. He started fingering her pussy with one hand and then attacked her tits with the other. He was fingering her pussy roughly, almost pulling her up off the ground while he mauled her tit with his other hand. He leaned over and took a tit in his mouth, biting on the hardened nipple.
Sakura moaned.
"I fucking knew you were a kinky slut from the moment you sunk to your knees all excited in front of me and my boys. You like it rough don't you slut? Well bitch, I haven't even started to get rough with you yet." With that he slapped her face again and then started slapping each tit until they were both glowing pink.
Shamefully, Sakura moaned from this. She couldn't believe that she was getting raped at her husband's and children's funeral and yet still, her body was betraying her to her lust. But she hadn't felt so alive and horny since they died. She just didn't want him to know that.
"It's time bitch. Time for the fucking of your life!" He grabbed her by the hair and dragged her over to the counter beside the sink. He pushed her head down onto the cold linoleum and pulled her skirt up to her back. He let go of Sakura just long enough to unzip his pants and pull his 10-inch cock out.
Sakura knew what was coming and could do nothing to stop it. She felt his long hard cock at the entrance to her pussy and in one thrust he shoved his cock to the hilt in her, making a loud smacking sound when his hips slammed against her doughy ass. Sakura had forgot how huge this man was. This was the second longest and second thickest cock she's ever taken. He started fucking her hard, slamming his huge cock into her and then pulling out, readying for another thrust.
She was too tired, from grief, from having her chakra locked away, from crying, from suppressing the slut that Naruto awoke in her so long ago. She couldn't…wouldn't keep up in this fight, she'd let it all go for however long this lasted. She started to moan. Started to push back as he was pulling out, not wanting that monster to leave her pussy. She was incredibly wet, incredibly turned on, and she lost what little control she had left. He grabbed her pink hair and pulled her head back. As he continued to fuck her, he pulled her hair with one hand and mauled her breasts with the other.
They could both feel it. Sakura started to cum. Despite the circumstances, despite being brutally raped in a bathroom, Sakura began to have a massive orgasm. It began with a moan that started in the pit of her stomach and came out her mouth as a low growl. She started to buck her hips, meeting each of his thrusts with a thrust of her own. The moans got louder. He pulled her hair hard "Be quiet you cunt, just relax and enjoy the ride."
Sakura moaned again, just not as loud. Her orgasm peaked, her body quivered, and her knees buckled. If it hadn't been for the massive cock in her pussy, she would have fallen to the ground. He grabbed her hips and held her up. He pulled his cock out of her sopping snatch and just pushed it into her ass. She didn't have a chance. Before she could react, he had shoved his massive cock into her ass. She started to scream but he covered her mouth, stifling her cry. His cock had started out very slippery with the juices from her sopping cunt and now that was providing all the lubrication, he needed to rape Sakura's ass.
In and out, he slammed the hardest erection he had ever had into her ass. His balls were slapping against her snatch and thighs. She reached down between her legs and played with his balls when they were within reach. She completely stopped any thoughts she had about fighting him off. She had passed through the pain of his initial thrust into her ass and was now just engulfed in wave after wave of pleasure. She came at least 2 times while he was fucking her ass. Making her think that maybe she had an anal fetish along with her oral fetish too.
He could feel it building in his balls. His length started to twitch. His strokes got faster. And then he started. He drove his cock into her ass as far as he could. His face was locked in a look of pure ecstasy. He started muttering and cumming. He tried to keep stroking but mostly just held onto Sakura's hips, cock buried in her ass, and stream after stream of cum pumping from his cock.
He pulled out of her dripping hole and rested his cock on her ass cheeks as he continued to pump out cum.
Sakura dropped slowly to the floor. She had stopped thinking. She was lost in the sensation of what had just happened. Her pussy lips were still swollen with her arousal and cum dripped from her ass.
Without instruction and before he could do anything, Sakura shuffled in front of the man and laid his big black, dirty cock on her face. Sakura, holding it by the base, rubbed the dripping cum caked penis all over her face, smearing what little remained of her make-up and covering her face in slime.
"Uhh…You dirty slut…you just couldn't live with yourself if you didn't get another taste of this big Kumo cock could you bitch?" Wrapping his hand up in her messy pink hair, the man stood there watching Sakura work.
Sakura pressed her nose into the junction between his shaft and balls, inhaling their mixed scents. Already her pussy was gushing again, and her mouth watered. She grew impatient, not content to just sniff anymore she started to give his dirty cock the tongue bath it so desperately needed. "Mmmmhh…" She loved how cock tasted.
After 5 minutes of her heavenly mouth the man came once again, this time however, Sakura made sure to catch his full load with her mouth, not hesitating to swallow all the gooey cum he had to offer her.
As his cock started to get soft, he walked to the sink. He washed his hands. He zipped up his pants and left the bathroom, content in finally conquering that pink-haired slut that gave him the best blowjob of his life.
Slowly Sakura started to return to reality. With her rapist gone she started to think about what had happened. She stood up and tried as best she could to clean herself up. Trying to wash the goo from her pussy, ass and thighs. She pulled her clothes back on except for her panties and bra, she picked up her undergarments and bunched them up into her hands, hiding them under her camisole the best she could.
She left the bathroom and saw him sitting there, pretending to grieve for her family. He raised his hand to her in a salute to the best fuck he had ever had. She walked over to his corner and dropped her undergarments by his feet without a word.
She walked back over to her grandfather, hoping that no one would notice her lack of makeup and new stench.
Two hours later
Sakura allowed her grandfather to usher her through the front door and push her gently onto a couch to rest. As her grandfather bustled about lighting candles and making her generally comfortable, Sakura had since retreated back into her grief after her second time being raped by that Kumo man in a bathroom. Being out of the public view and back in private she was finally able to zone out of her surroundings. This was a blessing, as the image of her dead husband and baby's bodies were eternally burned into her brain and she was still reeling from the pleasure of being raped by the large black man. Now, however, she found some refuge from those images. Her grandfather, however, dropped a candle at that exact moment and brought those images rushing back into Sakura's brain. She let out a cry of anguish and buried her head in her hands. Her grandad, confused but able to guess why she sounded so distressed, hurried over to her, and patted her head with his palm soothingly.
But Sakura's brief cry was not the end of her sorrow this time. The events of that last few weeks all came crashing down on her at once, and she let her body become racked with sobs. "I d-don't want to… l-live anymore!" She hiccupped, her hysteria only mounting with each passing tear. They fell down her face like a waterfall, unstoppable and hot. Her grandfather was slightly alarmed at this sudden suicidal outburst, but he was still convinced he would bring her around to his way of thinking eventually. He patted her soothingly, even when she tried to move away. She was too weak in her mind to protest.
She was just a mess, her grandfather realized. Very suddenly Sakura fell against him, using her grandfather as a support instead of the sofa's back. He felt her breasts rubbing against him and felt an erection forming subtly in his black funeral pants. In a fit of horny inspiration, he grabbed her arms and raised her up, waiting until she looked at him to speak. "You shouldn't wallow in self-pity." She squirmed away from him, disliking this approach, but the foolproof thing he said next made her freeze. "Would they have wanted you to act like this was the end? Would they have wanted you to act as though you were dead too?"
His words, though harsh, served the purpose he had intended. She suddenly opened her eyes and stared at him. He continued, grabbing this moment and taking advantage of it. "I will be your husband. I can't ever replace Sasuke-"He cringed inwardly at this, but on the outside, he was sincere and humble. "But I'm all you have left, Sakura. I promised Sasuke on your wedding day that I would take care of you always. Always. No matter what happened. And though neither he nor I could predict such a tragedy-" What a boldfaced lie, but he ignored it. "-I will do whatever it takes to fulfill my promise. And as your husband I need to do what he used to, to distract you." As he spoke a plan formed in his mind, and his devious nature took hold of him. Her shock and surprise was something he could take advantage of, and take advantage of her he would.
He picked her up surprisingly easy, especially considering the weight of her large ass and breasts and his old age and carried her clumsily down the hall to the grand bedroom. Sakura sucked in a breath of air, she hadn't been in a master bedroom since her last night with Sasuke, that last night they'd made love, unaware of the fate that awaited them. Her grandfather heard her intake of breath but ignored it tactfully. He set her on her feet, and though she crumpled to the ground at first, he patiently made her stand. Confused, she stood, as he tenderly took off her shirt. Once she realized what was happening, she was already naked. She gave her underwear to her rapist as a thank you for the distraction, and in her grief, it hadn't struck her as odd. Even now she was too distraught and out of it to fully understand what was happening.
Her grandfather, with no pretense, slipped out of his clothing with a bit of minor difficulty. His body wasn't what it used to be, but luckily, he was able to shimmy out of his clothing. His erection still held, which was impressive for a man his age but disgusted Sakura. Her husband and children were barely buried, and this was what her grandfather chose to do? Not mourn them, but fuck his granddaughter? In a moment of reflection, she realized that she wasn't any better, fucking some man who forced himself on her at their funeral.
As he slid her sloppily into the bed, she felt a surge of bile in her throat and disgust in her heart at what was happening and at what she did and has done throughout the years.
She felt shocked to her very core at what was transpiring, especially so very soon after the wake for her husband and burned young children. She shifted away from him and, sensing that he was losing her, her grandad grasped her arm firmly and looked deeply, seriously, into her wide and fearful eyes. "I only do this because it is my obligation." Another slight lie, but he ignored it once more. His conscious had died years ago, luckily for him and not so luckily for Sakura. "Sasuke would want you to be happy. I am the only one left who could ever possibly make you happy. You can't love another man, but I love you. I am willing to try to give you the life you deserve, for the sake of your husband and children, Sakura."
Sakura's eyes teared up. The sentiment almost made her cave in, but her love for her husband was too achingly present for her to do this. She shook her head and shifted out from under him, but quick as a flash her grandfather grabbed her and pinned her down, forcing himself on her. He began to lick her lips, making out with her very sloppily, his wrinkled and chapped lips forced onto hers. She tasted of salty, no surprise there, after all the crying she's been doing. And her lips tasted bitter, but he couldn't pin down why that would be, so he ignored it. Sakura squirmed uncomfortably under him. Perhaps he hadn't let her think about his words enough, but he was impatient damn it, and his erection could only last so long. His patience wore thin.
She interrupted him, though, despite his insistent actions. "It feels wrong." Sakura gasped, trying to get away from him once more. Her hardened nipples poked him as she shifted under him. His eyes dilated and he barely refrained from giving a guttural moan. "So wrong. No. Stop!" She commanded, but her perverted grandfather seemed relentless in his attempts to kiss her into submission.
"He'd want you to be happy." Her grandfather insisted, but even as he tried to persuade her of this, he was holding her down forcefully. His words contrasted starkly with his actions, and Sakura noticed this and disliked it immensely. She felt a disconnect between the two, his verbs and his nouns, and she wasn't very comfortable with his pushes as a result. As she shook her head, he kept arguing his point.
"Sakura. Sasuke is dead." This made her stop moving completely, and he took this moment as an opportunity to reaffirm his position. "I am the only one you have left. If you haven't accepted that already you need to. Your friends mean well but do not understand this loss. I do. You've lost a husband and two children, and I've lost a son and two grandchildren. And, in the process, I've lost you. You're not who you used to be. While I understand, this cannot go on like it is, Sakura. You are a walking pile of grief. It's not healthy, it's not right. Sasuke would cringe if he saw you like this. Your children would not recognize you at all. Is that what you want? To forget yourself?"
Sakura started crying. This wasn't his intention, but it was as good as any, he supposed. At least he'd gotten a carnal reaction from her, and though it wasn't the passion he had hoped to inspire, it was something raw and malleable. He could use it to his advantage in some way, he was sure. Her grandfather sighed, rolled over, and allowed her to cry for maybe five minutes. Then he turned to her and tenderly stroked her tears away. Despite the time passing, his erection kept ballooning right back up as he got aroused by her body.
What did she have to fight for anymore? Sakura asked herself, allowing him to stroke her face. She bawled loudly. It was the unmistakably rough sounds of grief, and though no man would normally be aroused by such noises, her grandfather took this as a sign of defeat… and that was incredibly erotic.
Inspired by his previous defeat, however, he waited it out. He was very subtle in the ways he came onto her. At first her grandfather simply comforted her, massaging her shoulders and stroking the tears from her face. This slowly transitioned into kisses, very light ones, on her collarbone and cheek and forehead. Very comforting and very unnoticeable in her uncontrollable state of sadness. Her grandfather did this for about five more minutes and then, taking a deep breath, transitioned into kissing her on the mouth. She continued to cry, but he wasn't bothered by this fact. They were tears of defeat, which he took as a sign of his own victory.
Very slowly at first, he rubbed her arm soothingly, then moved to her side, then to her breasts. She hiccupped in surprise but continued to wail, too consumed by grief to bat his hand aside. She was completely wallowing in her sadness, and though this annoyed the grandfather slightly he knew he would soon bring her from this state. Thus, he decided to ignore it and continue on.
"I love you." He murmured, and Sakura ignored him completely. She gasped out a hiccupping sort of noise, covering her mouth as his worm-like tongue flicked at her left nipple. She considered fighting him, but then she realized there was nothing to fight for anymore. Her husband was dead. Her children were dead. Her spirit had burned up with them in that fire, her soul had suffered for it and was now ashes in the wind. Her body felt empty, like a shell, and ultimately, she was hollowed out of emotion. Their deaths had scooped out her hope and love and left something that she didn't recognize. Like her grandad had pointed out, she was an entirely different person now that the loves of her life were gone.
So she let him. She let her own grandfather caress her breasts, her eyes empty and her body only slightly reacting to his touch. He felt triumph as, after a straight ten minutes or so of teasing her nipple, it began to harden. She may have been far gone, but her body was giving in, and this in itself was a major milestone for her grandfather. He grinned and bit down on her nipple, making her gasp in surprise. She hit the sheets, shocked, but allowed him to continue, nonetheless.
She was beginning to hope that her grandfather could distract her from the deep grief that consumed her. Her hope was extremely miniscule in comparison to her bleak emotions, but it was present nonetheless, which was a good sign for her mental health. Still, she didn't recognize it for what it was and simply let him continue. Her grandfather tenderly flicked his tongue, swirling his saliva around her nipples and sucking and tugging on them attentively.
She sighed, almost in annoyance, but she laid back at the same time, staring at the ceiling emptily. If he could distract her, then she didn't care anymore, she'd let him attempt whatever he wanted on her body. If only he could distract her, then she would allow him to do what he liked.
She felt him caress her lower lips and kiss her flat stomach, but she once more ignored him. She wasn't wet per se, but she wasn't completely unaffected by his touches. He wasn't Sasuke or Naruto, but it also wasn't a useless quest. And so she let him do what he liked. Very abruptly, she felt her grandad's wrinkled tongue probe at her outer lips. She gasped, a gush of arousal slickening her pussy. She was surprised that her body was reacting in such a way, especially when her brain was so desolate and dark. Her grandfather moved away from her, rustling the sheets, and she dared a peek to see why he suddenly abandoned pleasuring her. She felt her eyes widen in alarm as he stroked his own penis above her, seemingly getting it ready for insertion. She closed her eyes and laid back in defeat, too stressed and tired to fight him
"I love you." He repeated once more, but when it garnered no reaction from Sakura he positioned his hips above her and fell silent once more. He very slowly inserted his large cock into her slightly moist pussy, wiggling around to get her used to the feel of him. She squirmed, unsure, but ultimately remained where she was, even as he started thrusting into her and making noises of pleasure. She relented, trying to imagine him as Sasuke. This was impossible, however, because the little noises of the two men were very different in sound and tone, not to mention how much bigger her grandfather was. Still, she tried to lay back and let her grandfather make her forget. She didn't acknowledge his statements of love. Even if they came from a place of true sincerity, she wasn't ready to accept them or even return his feelings. She felt a resentment for him she couldn't explain, like he was somehow at fault, but she knew that was stupid and couldn't be supported by any fact. Besides, just because he was eager to replace Sasuke as her husband and lover didn't mean he had anything to do with Sasuke's untimely death.
She was interrupted in her thoughts by a sharp thrust of the old man's hips, which drove him ever deeper into her. "I'm going to give you a new family." Her grandfather groaned gutturally, his body shaking as if affected by an internal earthquake. Sakura stared up at the old man, not saying a word. She didn't like his methods, but she admitted to herself that he came from a place of goodness. Trying to replace her husband was ultimately futile, but he was trying, and for that Sakura rewarded him with her silence and her allowance of her body. She let him fuck her endlessly, and though she didn't enjoy it she found that it wasn't only unpleasant either.
But he wasn't Sasuke or even Naruto. That was all that mattered in her mind. Maybe she should go find him…
Her grandfather didn't seem to notice her silence or her lack of response, he was solely focused on his own pleasure. It didn't seem to matter that she was still grimly wordless or that her tears hadn't stopped completely. Her cheeks were practically stained with her tears, in fact, but that didn't make her less attractive to him. If anything, the vulnerability made her easier to extort.
Oddly enough, Sakura was starting to enjoy the motion of his thrusts. It wasn't pleasureful, exactly, and her orgasm was nonexistent, but it was a distraction and therefore it was very welcome in her grim life. Sakura laid back and stared at the ceiling once more, unable to respond in any way to his noises and movements but allowing him to do it nonetheless. He didn't understand why she was allowing him to do it, her grandad just assumed she was enjoying it. Which was good enough of a delusion for him.
He thrust his hips deeply. Then he pulled out, nearly to the tip, and rammed it back into her. Automatically her legs widened, allowing him to hit her deeper. She didn't make a noise in reaction to this, but inside her sadness seemed to be temporarily chased away. For that she was grateful and began to consider her grandfather as her only hope. He was the only thing she could rely on, the only person who lived for her and with her.
Her grandfather savagely squeezed her breasts as he bounced up and down to drive himself deeper into her pussy, which was becoming slightly wet in response to his unrelenting attention. She didn't exactly want to react this way, but it was unavoidable, it seemed, as her body was going to respond to his large cock one way, or another just like with that Kumo man in the bathroom.
As he rammed into her again and again, she heard his noises become more frequent and louder. Luckily this new rented house was on a plot of land that was far from any neighbors, and he could scream as loudly as he wanted. Sakura rolled her head over and stared at the floor as he began to climax. "A new family." He groaned, almost as if promising her once more that she would once again be happy, with a husband and child. Sakura didn't want that, she couldn't imagine going through the pain of loss again, but she said nothing and let him do what he needed to finish.
When he came, it was hot and seedy inside of her, gushing into her pussy like a never-ending river. It was hot and she couldn't help but derive some small enjoyment from the primal feeling. Sakura risked a glance at her grandfather and realized that he was bent over her, his eyes fluttering. He was exhausted, it was plain, or at least feigning to be tired, she wasn't sure which. But after that ride, it was safe to assume his expression was general. He collapsed on top of her naked body, cum leaking out of her onto the pretty new sheets.