Author's Note: I want to begin this by saying that this story, and the concepts featured in it, are not meant to be taken seriously within the canon of the Naruto world. This takes place in a (mostly) canon world, with slight changes such as Sasuke & Naruto still having both hands, etc. etc.
Please allow some liberties here and there; first and foremost this is meant to be an entertaining story, and truth be told, I think we all need a little more entertainment in our lives.
There also will be a multitude of lemons, but that should have been obvious from the summary.
So, with all of that said, enjoy!
Pairing: Sasuke / Lucy Heartfila (of Fairy Tail)
Summary: "I'll be your slut," she said, a soft pink sheen on her cheeks. "you can do whatever you want with me, so long as you keep me safe. Is that agreeable to you?"
He came to, the smell of grass and the sounds of wildlife echoing all around him.
With a groan, he pushed himself to his feet.
His knees shook slightly; he clutched a hand at his eye—it refused to open, no matter how hard he tried. Whatever happened must've drained it of all its power, he thought.
He had been training with it, experimenting with some of the different powers it offered him, then—
Something caught in his throat.
He walked forward, as fast as his wobbly gait could take him, until he was crouching beside what had captured his attention.
It was a woman—an extraordinarily beautiful one at that. Blonde hair and curves that could enrapture a man in the blink of an eye. She was unlike anyone he had ever seen, her features foreign.
As he examined her, she began to stir. Big brown eyes opened up; the first thing she saw was him looming over her.
A startled gasp escaped her lips—she sat up suddenly. He was distracted, and she was disoriented; her head smacked into his and he recoiled with a painful groan.
"Ah—" She groaned, rubbing at her forehead, wincing with gritted teeth. "Sorry about that, I—where am I?" She glanced around, eyes wide with confusion, as the tall trees seemed to shimmer around them. Then, she asked, "Who are you?"
"I'm Sasuke Uchiha," he said, his tone low. He expected that typical reaction; the slow realization; and then, the fear, the judgment.
Instead, she gave him a perplexed look.
"I-I've never heard of you," she admitted. "Sorry. Where are we?" the blonde woman asked again.
He tilted his head to the side, thinking about where his journey had taken him. Just a few days ago he had stopped by Konoha, to drop off some reports and get a few drinks with Naruto. Since then he had moved slowly, enjoying the scenery during the day, breaking for camp in the afternoon and training till dusk.
"About a day or two from Konohagakure," he told her. "Are you from there?"
"I—I've never heard of that town either," she confessed.
Suddenly, Sasuke's expression was grave.
"Iwagakure? Sunagakure? Kumogakure? Kirigakure?" he said, and to each village name she shook her head. "That is…not good," he found himself saying.
"Why?" she asked, biting her lip.
Sasuke gave her a pointed look. "Either you're suffering from memory loss—" Her expression was fearful. "Or you're from somewhere very far away, and in that case, I have no idea how you ended up here."
Well, he had a slight suspicion, but best to worry about that later.
She looked down, her expression turning from confusion to shock.
"My things!" she said, clutching at her skirt. "They're—you took them, didn't you?" Now she was suspicious, scooting back from him, her eyes narrowed.
Sasuke scoffed. "I haven't touched you," he said.
"Oh," she murmured. "Well, what happened to them, then?"
"What's the last thing you remember?"
"I had just gotten out of the shower and put on some clothes," she said, "and I was about to go out to eat with a friend and—" Suddenly, she looked crestfallen. "I didn't grab any of my things; I didn't think I needed to. I'm…defenseless."
He took her in for a moment, this gorgeous girl with big brown eyes and words that flowed like sweet honey, so soothing against his ears. Sasuke tried to remain belligerent, to realize that this girl could be a planted assassin or a spy…but he couldn't see it. Every word she was spoke was the truth.
And here she was, right in the middle of a foreign (to her) land, and Sasuke was sitting with his Rinnegan eye throbbing unnecessarily. Somehow, he had brought her here, he realized.
He couldn't just leave her—but he couldn't take her on his travels, either. That meant…he had to repress a sigh as he came to a conclusion.
"I wouldn't worry about protection," said Sasuke. "I can keep you safe for the time being, until I can get you to Konoha and we can figure out what to do with you."
If his hypothesis was correct, and somehow, his Rinnegan eye had brought this young woman her—he owed it to her to keep her safe.
"Konoha…" The word sounded strange on her tongue. "Do you have a map, um—Sasuke, was it?"
The fact that she didn't know who he was still caught him off guard. Still, he dug into one of the pouches strapped to his hip, pulling out a small scroll. Unfurling it and spreading it across the grass beside them, it opened up to reveal a map of the Elemental Nations.
She frowned. "I—I don't recognize any of this," she said, with a hint of fear in her tone. "It's like a whole different world."
Fuck.
"I hate to break it to you, but that is the world," Sasuke said, "let me ask you something. Do you know anything about chakra, or the Elemental Nations?"
Even in distant continents chakra was used—she had to know about it, and even if she didn't recognize the Elemental Nations on a map, surely she must have heard about them at some point in her life.
"No…" she murmured. "I come from Fiore, in Ishgar. We use magic—not…chakra." Like Konoha, the word sounded foreign to her tongue. The young woman bit her lip. "This isn't good, is it?"
"No," said Sasuke, "it really isn't."
He didn't know how he had brought her here in the first place; sending her back to this 'Fiore' wouldn't be as simple as forming a hand-seal and waving her through a portal. If he wasn't careful, he could send her into an ocean of magma with the amount of control he had over his untrained eye.
No, he knew the best course of action would be to get her to Konoha and turn her over to Naruto—from there, they could take a step back and assess the situation.
Sasuke sighed, running a hand through his hair.
"How do you feel?" he asked, looking her up-and-down. "Are you well enough to travel?"
"I think so," she said, slightly flushed.
Sasuke nodded. "Konoha is my home—they're good people. The leader's name is Kakashi, an old teacher of mine, and he'll make sure you're looked after."
"What about you?" the young woman found herself asking. "Are you a good person?"
He stood up, his expression blank. Even with one eye shut, he made an imposing sight; she stared up at him.
"No," said Sasuke, because if anything he was honest. "I'm not."
At that, she smiled slightly. "No bad person has ever admitted to being bad," she pointed out.
"I never said I was bad," he murmured. "I just said I wasn't good."
He held a hand out for her to take; she looked at it for a moment.
Then she took it.
She gasped as he pulled her to her feet, his strength surprising—he was tall and oozed power, but he was not muscled and stocky. Yet he had hefted her up with the same difficulty as plucking a weed.
"I almost forgot to ask," Sasuke said, "what's your name?"
She seemed to forget herself, flushing slightly.
"I'm Lucy; Lucy Heartfilia."
"Alright, Lucy," he said. "We only have about two or three hours until dusk. We should make it to Konoha the day after tomorrow, so long as we keep moving, and make good time."
Lucy frowned, staring around at the woods that surrounded them—then she looked up, for the trees were massive, as tall as some of the tallest buildings she'd ever seen.
"Will we be safe traveling with just the two of us?" Lucy asked. "I—I don't know this area of the world. I don't mean to insult your homeland, but for all I know, there could be brigands around every corner."
The lawlessness of the immediate post-war period had quieted down—there were still bandits holed up here-and-there, but by and large, as the dead had been buried and the survivors had come home, things had returned to normal. Still, there was always a chance…
Yet, Sasuke was not worried in the least. Even if she was totally defenseless, it could be a hundred against two and he knew he would win. It wasn't confidence or arrogance; it was just a simple fact.
"I think you shouldn't worry about things like that when I'm here to protect you," he said quietly.
"Are you strong?" Lucy dared to ask. Somehow, she knew the answer already, just looking at him. He had that quiet confidence of a man who had no need to boast about his strength.
Sasuke turned his back to her.
It was his duty to escort her home—he had brought her here, and he needed to make sure she was returned to wherever she came from in one piece. Scaring her was not something that needed to be done…and telling her that she was in the presence of one of the two most powerful shinobi in the world was not going to win him any favors.
"I'm more than strong enough to protect the both of us," he said, and he left it at that. "Come, let's go."
Sasuke began to walk—she followed close behind, trying to keep pace with him. In the silence between them, there was only the sounds of the wildlife around them, and the crunching of leaves beneath her untrained feet. Somehow, Sasuke did not make a sound.
They traveled for hours, until the sky was dark. Her feet were killing her—yet every time she glanced at her silent protector, he was still as steadfast as he'd been when they had set out. Begrudgingly, she would force herself to keep moving, not wanting to slow him down.
This Konoha he spoke of…she hoped it was what he made it out to be—a town full of good people. The rational side of her told her that she was walking straight into the viper's nest, that she was likely to be held for ransom or worse.
Yet, despite herself, she found herself believing every word that came from Sasuke's mouth.
She had woken up and the first thing she had seen was him—and before the shock and the surprise had set in, the first thing she thought was, he's beautiful. Not handsome, not cute…just flat-out beautiful.
Attraction to a man who was most likely taking her to be sold for ransom was a very, very bad thing. Yet, again, Lucy couldn't help herself.
The way he talked, the way he moved, the way his hair glinted in the light that drifted through the canopy…she found herself glancing at him more often than not, even making excuses to lag behind so that she could stare at him more openly.
At one point on the journey, they'd heard a twig snap—and Sasuke had moved so fast that she could hardly believe it, throwing himself in front of her, his hand grasping the hilt of the sword strapped to his hip. In the blink of an eye, he had been ready to defend her…and even when the culprit turned out to be a wild animal, she still swooned.
This is bad, Lucy thought, as they stopped to make camp. This is really bad.
She was trapped in a strange land, isolated from everyone she knew, and well aware that they were likely already searching for her.
Yet, here she was, walking silently through the woods with a man who had enraptured her from the moment she had laid eyes on him.
"Alright—any longer and we'll be wandering around in the dark," Sasuke said as he brought them to a halt in a small clearing. "I have food and water for the both of us, but I have to admit, it's not gourmet."
"That's fine…I'm not hungry," she murmured.
He saw right through her white lie, though, and a moment later he was pressing rations into her hand—she frowned, tried to resist the temptation for a moment, and then found herself sinking her teeth into the food without thinking. She ate quietly as Sasuke erected a small campfire, gathering wood and stone and arranging them neatly, a circle of stones surrounding a pile of wood. It wasn't pretty, but it was efficient.
Sasuke did something with his hands, and suddenly, a small burst of fire escaped his lips—the wood caught immediately, and soon a crackling flame lit up the clearing.
"Y-you do know magic!" she exclaimed, through a mouthful of food.
"Not magic," he said quietly, "but chakra."
She frowned. No matter what he said, making flames sprout from his lips definitely seemed like magic to her.
Still, the fire was warm and she enjoyed watching the light dance off of his eye—for whatever reason, the other one was still closed.
"Can I ask you a question?"
He looked up. "Go ahead," he murmured.
Lucy sat cross-legged, brushing a leaf off of her pants.
"Why are you out in the wilderness like this?" she asked, glancing around. "It gets lonely, doesn't it?"
For a moment, he was silent. The crackling of the fire seemed to go on and on, and she was fearful that she had overstepped her boundaries. But it had just been a simple question—why would a man like him, strong and beautiful, be cooped up in the middle of nowhere?
He should be a famous mage, the head of one of the great guilds, she thought. Not out here where no one can lay eyes on him.
At last though, he drew breath, and she leaned in to hear every word.
"I made a great many mistakes," Sasuke said, "and I left home so that I could travel and atone for them."
"...mistakes…?" she dared ask.
He scratched his chin. "Actions of mine that are best left unsaid," he said darkly, "but I promise that I have no intention of hurting you. I'm a changed man."
She stared at him for a long while.
"What do you hope to gain from this?" Lucy questioned. "Why go through all this trouble? You could have left me on the side of the road for the wolves and nobody would have been the wiser."
Sasuke allowed himself a dry chuckle. "Would you have preferred that?"
And miss the opportunity to look at you? "N-no!" she said, flushing at her own thoughts.
"I think something I did brought you to this land," he said after a moment. "I didn't mean to—but that still makes you my responsibility. I'll keep you safe until you're home."
"Not a lot of men would do that…" Lucy pointed out. "...most would have abandoned me, or kidnapped me, or—" She paused. "Maybe you brought me here, but still, traveling on my lonesome in these woods…I would be dead in a day."
"Maybe," he admitted.
"I have nothing to pay you with: no money, no power, and how can I owe you a favor when you intend to send me back to my land?"
"Payment isn't necessary," Sasuke told her, his dark eye twinkling with amusement. "As I said, you're my responsibility."
She thought on that for a moment, and really, it didn't sit right with her. Here was this man, this beautiful and powerful man, hamstrung by a girl who had left all of her powers behind in the land she'd come from. He was going to be saddled with her for God knows how long, have to look after her, care for her. He was but a lone traveler, and she had already distracted him from his mission of atonement, pilfered his food stores, bugged him with agonizing questions about his past…
Lucy had to offer him something, anything, lest the guilt consume her.
She swallowed—and had to resist the urge to smile. For something occurred to her, and God, was it something she hoped would never get back to her family. Yet, it was all she had to offer…
And it wasn't like she was going to complain about it either.
"I'll be your slut," she said, a soft pink sheen on her cheeks. "you can do whatever you want with me, so long as you keep me safe." A pause. "Is…that agreeable to you?"
He blinked. "My…slut?" he said, recoiling ever so slightly.
Her flush deepened, and yet, she had already spoken the words—if anything, she would stick by her guns.
"You could have left me on the side of the road; or you could have kidnapped me and done whatever you wanted," Lucy murmured. "But here you are, protecting me, telling me that you'll get me home at no cost. So I'm offering you what I can—until you get me home, you can have your way with me. Within reason," she added, but as he gazed at her with those dark eyes, she found the list of things she wouldn't let him do to her dwindling by the second.
Sasuke laughed. "None of that is necessary," he said.
Somehow, the shame of his rejection was worse than the shame of making that offer in the first place.
"I'm s-serious!" Lucy insisted. "So long as you're gentle…and you're willing to give as much as you take…I think it's a very- um, a very reasonable deal."
Oh, who are you kidding. You wanted to jump his bones from the second you locked eyes with him—you're just making this 'deal' as an excuse to avoid telling him you want to get fucked.
Oh, how Lucy hated that aggravating voice in her head; even if it was telling the truth.
Sasuke looked her up and down for a moment—she bit her lip, waiting in silence with her cheeks turning pinker by the second.
"I'll keep that in mind," he said at last, and she breathed a sigh of relief.
"Okay," said Lucy, smiling.
This girl is mental, he thought, as he stared into the fire.
What kind of a woman came right out the gate with a proposition like that? In his time, Sasuke had endured some incredible offers—usually ending with marriage and an offer to continue the Uchiha name.
Yet, never had he basically had a woman offer herself up like that.
He had only met her a few hours ago; even still, it hadn't been in a bar or at a training ground. No, he had whisked her out of thin air thanks to his Rinnegan eye, and now he was responsible for her.
Whatever she felt she owed him was for naught…even if she was right, and she was in that simple fact that many a man would have left her to the wolves, that didn't matter. Sasuke did not bother himself with what lesser men would have done in his shoes. He did what he thought was right, and that was that.
Still, he couldn't help but glance over at her every so often. The swell of her bosom, the slimness of her hips…she was a beauty, that was for sure.
Sasuke had long since trained himself to ignore impulses that his body gave him—and with some women, it was easy. Yet with someone as drop dead gorgeous as Lucy—
I could be fucking her right now, he realized.
Somehow, that thought brought a laugh to his lips.
"W-what?" she said, glancing over at him—from her perspective, he realized, there had been absolute silence…and then he'd laughed.
"Nothing," he said, allowing himself a smile. "I think it's time to retire for the night."
A practiced traveler, he had a tent pitched in less than twenty minutes. He produced a sleeping roll, unfurling it on the inside.
"You can have the tent," Sasuke told her. "I'll sleep out here."
"N-no!" Lucy said. "We can share the tent."
"Or," he said, smirking, "you could sleep out here."
She grinned slightly. "No…I think we'll share the tent," the blonde reiterated.
Sasuke raised an eyebrow.
Just a moment later, he found himself curled up inside the sleeping roll, with Lucy right beside him. There wasn't a lot of room—despite trying to offer her some space, he still felt the whole of her body pressed up against him.
She didn't seem to mind it, though.
"You wouldn't happen to have a pillow, would you?" she asked, her voice soft.
Sasuke chuckled, and he couldn't help but notice how good she smelled, his nose an inch away from her hair. She rolled over to face him, twisting her body, her bosom brushing against his arm.
"No pillows here, I'm afraid," he told her.
"That's a bummer," Lucy admitted. "Well, no pillows for me. I'd say you have two rather comfortable pillows right here."
He sighed. "You really weren't kidding about being my slut, were you?"
Even in the dark, her face was clearly flushed.
"What can I say?" said Lucy, offering him a smile. "You're hot. So am I. We're sitting here, cooped up in this tent together, and we both know what we could be doing instead."
Oh, how she tempts me.
"And what could we be doing?" he asked.
Her smile morphed into a lecherous grin.
Sasuke had to chuckle, because even for him, he was reaching the end of his tether. Still, he couldn't help but think—maybe after a good night's sleep she'll be thinking differently about this whole situation.
"Maybe tomorrow, before we set out for the day," he offered.
Lucy found herself nodding. "That's an arrangement I can agree to," she said. "Though if I feel some poking me in the morning, I may have to help myself a little."
Sasuke smirked. "Sleep, Lucy," he said, his voice gentle.
"Good night, Sasuke," she breathed, rolling back over.
Something very hard was poking her in the back of the thigh.
And suddenly, Lucy found herself thinking that her mouth was rather dry.
She sat up, pushing blonde hair out of her eyes, grinning to herself as she stared down at Sasuke's sleeping face. He looked so peaceful—so unlike what she had seen yesterday, where stoic didn't even begin to describe his demeanor. Somehow, he was even more beautiful in that moment.
Lucy licked her lips, unzipping the sleeping roll and pushing the flaps away.
There lay her prize—a stiff rod, jutting upward from his crotch. And God was it gorgeous, just like him, and despite the fact that it was still hidden beneath layers of cloth, she knew she was in for the time of her life.
Slowly, she began to rub it, clutching at it through his pants and stroking it gingerly.
Within just a few seconds, his eyes had already slid open.
"...hmm…" He stared up at her, curious. "I didn't think you were serious."
"Oh, that's one thing you'll learn about me, Sasuke," said Lucy, grinning like a fiend, "is that I rarely lie. If I want someone, I tell them. Guess what, Sasuke?"
"Let me guess—you want me."
Her grin widened. "You're as sharp as your cock is big," she said, still rubbing at the object in question. "You must be a goddamn genius in that case."
He chuckled. "You don't seem intimidated."
"Well, let me see what I'm working with first…"
Lucy Heartfilia bit her lip, brown eyes wide as she slowly undid his pants. It was easy enough to ease them down his legs, followed by his underwear, and soon his member was bare for the world to see.
Even in the dim light that drifted in through the tent flap, it was a work of art.
Fuck, she thought.
From the moment she had seen him, Lucy had pegged him to have a big cock. It was the way he walked around, the way he held himself—there was no way he couldn't be packing.
But there was a difference between packing and packing.
Just rubbing it through his pants hadn't done it justice. She had to see it in all its glory for Lucy to really wrap her head around the fact that she was the luckiest woman in all the—whatever Sasuke had referred to this land as.
"I am so, so, so tempted to suck this cock dry," she murmured, "but first, do you mind if we eat?" Her stomach rumbled audibly. "I'm famished."
Sasuke laughed. "Sure," he said.
They crawled out of the tent, Sasuke pulling out some provisions. He offered her some, and they sat by the remnants of last night's fire, drinking water from his canteen and nibbling at their food.
The whole time, Lucy stared at his cock. It waned slightly, not quite as erect as it had been when her hands had been nursing it, but it was still a gorgeous, gorgeous thing.
"I think I know those 'mistakes' you made," Lucy said, grinning slightly, her cheeks pink. "You fucked the wives of the most powerful people in the city, didn't you? Small wonder a guy like you is all by his lonesome."
"No, not quite," he said, smiling despite the reminder of his misdeeds.
They finished eating.
Then, they sat there for a moment, in silence aside from the chirping of birds far above them.
Sasuke couldn't help himself.
"So, were you serious about wanting to—"
His answer came as she flung herself at him—a blonde ball slammed into his chest, pushing him onto his back; her hips were snug atop of him, and his cock poked eagerly at her inner thigh. She was already tugging at his shirt, kissing at whatever inch of exposed skin she could reach.
"You'd better make me scream your name," she cooed, pressing her lips against his jaw. "I don't do this with just anyone, you know."
"Just guys with big cocks?"
She leaned back, staring down at him with lustful eyes.
"I agreed to be your slut before I knew you were packing," she said. "I'd say that's just a bonus."
Lucy pulled her shirt over her head, grinning at his reaction—even Sasuke was enraptured by the sight of her massive tits, so big that they threatened to pop out of the white bra she wore. With a simple snap, she unhooked said bra, tossing it behind her without a care in the world.
Without thinking, his hands were on her tits, grasping them and squeezing them tightly. "Fuck," he swore, and she felt his erection throb against her.
"Do you like them?" she asked, despite knowing the answer already—she just wanted to hear him say it.
"That goes without saying," he breathed, running his fingers over her rosy, erect nipples. "I should have fucked you last night," Sasuke admitted.
"Please," she said, reaching a hand down and stroking his member. "I would have gone to sleep with your dick in my mouth if I'd have known what you had hidden away. I mean, I wanted to anyway, but at that point I wouldn't have taken 'no' for an answer."
Without waiting for a response, she stood up; just for a moment, so that she could shrug off her pants and panties, leaving her dripping wet snatch open for his viewing pleasure.
"What do you think?" Lucy cooed, striking a pose—one hand under her bosom, the other running down her hip. Between those juicy tits and that gorgeous pussy, Sasuke's cock was throbbing with desperate need, twitching back and forth underneath her.
He stared up at her, and God was he hot. She was in the palm of his hand, Lucy realized, and he knew it. There was no shame in arousal, normally—but perhaps there was a little shame when she was oozing with it, juices dribbling down her thigh and dripping down onto his erect, throbbing member.
"Are you just going to—"
Suddenly, his hands were on her…and she was thrown onto her back. His strength was shocking; her mouth was agape, as he threw open her legs, gritting his teeth and staring down at her.
Then he was inside of her, and all she felt was bliss.
"Oh fuck," she moaned.
Lucy had anticipated a lot of things—for Sasuke was not small, and she was not sexually experienced by any means. She expected it to hurt; or at the very least sting. She expected to get stretched out, to feel his size inside of her, to wince in pain before it bled into pleasure.
Maybe she was just too fucking horny for her body to register the pain—because it was all pleasure, from the moment the head had entered her. Not that she wasn't getting stretched out…oh no, she could feel her walls straining to accommodate his size…but God was it blissful, and she threw her head back, taking it all in.
Sasuke put a hand behind her head, the other on her jaw; with a snarl, he rammed himself inside of her to the hilt, Lucy gasping and twitching against him.
"Sweet mother of fuck," he swore, unbecoming for the last of the Uchiha, and yet, he couldn't help himself. "I should have fucked you last night," he groaned yet again, as he thrust into her a few times, his cock throbbing inside of her, every pulse making her toes curl.
Lucy found herself grinning.
She kissed the top of his head, running her hands down his broad back.
"Don't worry about last night," she purred, her whole body tingling. "Worry about right now." She tilted his head up, kissing at his jaw, enthralled by him, by his beauty. "And the fact that you're going to get to enjoy my body every night until we find a way to get me home."
"Every night?" he said, raising an eyebrow. He bucked his hips forward, drawing a moan from her.
"Oh yes, every night," Lucy insisted. "I hope that's okay with you."
He leaned back, taking her breasts into his hands, squeezing them tightly for leverage as he thrust into her; she began to moan anew, but then he was stopping, leaning down and pressing his lips against the porcelain skin of her neck, fingers plucking at erect nipples.
"I'm not so sure about that," he murmured, and before she could register his words, he had continued. "I'm feeling…every night." He thrust hard into her, eliciting a gasp. "And every morning."
She was clutching at him, gasping and flushed. "If you fuck me like this every time," she said, grinning, "then you can have me whenever you want."
"Careful," Sasuke said, his eye smoky. "We'll never get to Konoha at that rate."
As she stared up at him, feeling that big cock throbbing inside of her, Lucy thought, maybe that wouldn't be the worst thing in the world. She could certainly get used to this—a big strong man, taking care of her every sexual need, beautiful and powerful, but also sharp and kind, honorable yet not to the point of dimwittedness.
He began to pump his hips into her, bearing his weight down, digging in his heels and really fucking her. Wet slaps echoed throughout the clearing—she was so damn wet, lubricating him nicely, drops of her arousal being flung into the grass beneath them.
Suddenly, she realized how badly she wanted him to finish inside of her; then she realized right after that there was nothing to stop him from knocking her up right-then-and-there. She wasn't on birth control…and God, even if they'd had access to condoms, she wasn't sure if she would have been able to resist the temptation to let him take her raw and unsheathed.
She imagined that, going home to Fiore with his baby, who in her mind's eyes bore her blonde hair and his black eyes.
Her fingers clutched at his back, fingernails digging into his skin.
Yet, logic won out.
"I-I'm not on birth control," she breathed into his ear, even as he continued to thrust.
He didn't pause, not for a second, his strong arms holding her tight against him as he pounded her.
"That's fine," said Sasuke, unblinking. "I know a technique that will prevent pregnancy."
Her mouth went dry. "Re- really?" she stammered.
"Yes," he said, nodding.
Suddenly, she found her legs wrapped taut around his waist, her arms holding him tight against her. "Don't you even dare think of pulling out," she hissed, kissing at his jaw, at his neck, at his cheek. "I want you to drain every last drop inside of me."
"God, you're a slut," he murmured, his cock twitching deep inside of her.
"Your slut," she reminded him.
The pleasure was beginning to be too much—she felt that knot twist and tighten inside of her. Yet again, she was brought to an incredible conclusion: he was going to make her cum.
Her partners in the past had always wilted when she admitted that she usually couldn't cum just from penetration; but God, here she was, with this fat cock stuffed inside of her and an orgasm on the edge of her teeth.
Sasuke, it seemed, didn't have to pretend to care about the limitations of her body. With his overly large cock, he should have split her in half…yet it hadn't hurt. She shouldn't even be remotely close to orgasm, and yet, she was having to resist the urge to cum her brains out. She should have held herself back, shone a little dignity, realized that sleeping with a guy she had met yesterday wasn't the greatest of ideas—
Yet there she was, begging for him to cum inside of her, offering up her body to him on a silver platter for the foreseeable future.
"I'm your slut," she reiterated, gasping and moaning in tune with the rolling of his hips. "I'm your slut, Sasuke. I'm your slut."
"Fuuuck," he groaned.
She could feel herself tightening around him—he could hardly move inside of her, the walls of her pussy so constricting.
"I'm—" The word stuck in her throat, for that last string snapped without provocation.
Lucy Heartfilia came.
She buried her mouth into the crook of his neck, screaming for all the wildlife to hear. "SASUKE!" Birds flew above them, startled by her outburst, and Sasuke groaned against her as her snatch throbbed and rippled around his cock.
He grunted.
Then, she felt a burst of warmth inside of her—"Oooh," she mewled, her legs squeezing tightly around his waist, not letting him pull out even an inch. She had meant it when she said she wanted every last drop, and that was exactly what she got.
She could feel him throbbing, pulsating, unloading a tremendous batch of his seed into her insides. It was hot, molten like magma, and the sensations it gave her tingled from head-to-toe.
Their orgasms petered out at about the same time; still, he did not move, still buried all the way inside of her. Slowly, he kissed her jaw, nibbled at her neck, his damp and sweaty hair tickling her cheek.
He moved up, pressing her forehead against hers. They stared at each other, and God was her heart pounding, the sensation of his seed inside of her unlike anything she had ever experienced. She could have died then and there a happy woman, utterly sated for the first time in her life.
For a moment, she was tempted to kiss him.
Then it passed, as he slowly pulled out of her, falling onto the grass beside her. They stared up at the sky, hardly visible through the canopy, the both of them panting.
She cooed as she felt his seed began to ooze out of her—so much, so plentiful, for she could feel an ungodly amount inside of her, and yet, there was still enough that it could dribble freely down her thigh.
Lucy pawed around with one of her hands, before finding one of his. She squeezed it tightly—he squeezed it back.
There they lay, for longer than they should have, enjoying the sensations of being truly connected with someone.
I'm fucked, Lucy realized, grinning despite herself. I am so utterly, totally, completely fucked.
Still, she squeezed his hand again, and he squeezed back, and her grin only widened as she realized that she didn't give a flying fuck how messed up this whole situation was.
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