The next few weeks were some of the best Sasuke had in a year, and he only employed the new on-call daycare twice! Mostly they stayed around the house; Karin visited almost daily, and with her help, taking care of Sarada felt almost easy. She only bumped into Sakura once in all that time, despite usually staying for dinner and a few hours after. The two had only shared a smug greeting and a cold reply as the grand sum of all their interactions; for that, the man was glad.
Sakura always had a mean streak, and he desperately didn't want to lose his new backup.
By the end of week two, he was even comfortable enough to take her up on an offer to spar. She'd made the suggestion of dropping his daughter off and enjoying some grown-up time; he rolled his eyes at that, but he did agree. Even with all the help he was behind in his training, and sparring truly had an appeal like nothing he could do by himself.
It didn't feel nefarious until his daughter was out of sight and he was walking the streets of Konoha alone with that red-headed minx. She only hummed and smiled, giving no indication that there was any trouble, enough to almost comfort him, until they reached the training fields.
The way she peeled her clothes off had to be deliberately erotic. Her drawing out of the process, the way she swayed slightly on her feet, and above all, the evil grin she gave the moment before he turned to avert his eyes. To say nothing of her choice in clothing. A black sports bra and a pair of booty shorts were all that hid her body from him, both stretched to the brink of bursting by her curvaceous figure.
She didn't have the breasts of Tsunade, or the dobe's wife or anything, but she blew Sakura far out of the water.
He tried to slam down on that thought.
It helped that soon after he pulled his own shirt off and looked up, she was ready to go. That is, she dropped directly into a combat stance and smiled silently. Punching her was easier than thinking of what to say, and as the fight went on, it all felt much more natural, comfortable. Sparring was something he'd done about all his life; it was borderline meditative for him at this point.
A chance to turn the conscious brain off and go into the reactive, reflective state of being, focused only on the moment. Being flooded with the feel-good endorphins of exercise added greatly to the pleasure and, of course, the chance to show the sheer might he'd cultivated.
Even holding back substantially, he had Karin against the wall for almost the entirety of their battle. By the time it ended, his old comrade was wheezing, wide-eyed, and absolutely drenched in sweat from brow to butt. It brought back some… inappropriate memories he had with her.
Draining a liter of water provided some relief; it served as a distraction if nothing else. Although she followed his lead with her own simple bottle, guzzling down the clear liquid and then lifting it off her mouth to pour the cool water down over her in a display of the utmost subtlety. Again, Sasuke averted his eyes.
While his life had improved immensely, one aspect of it actually fell to zero.
That is, his sex life.
Sakura hadn't so much as kissed him in the last week, and hadn't let him touch her since the initial fight about letting Karin into his home. He'd tried to comfort her, though apologizing was a demand he wouldn't meet. Not unless she did first, and that was a demand she wouldn't meet. It felt so stupid and petty, not less so when he barely interacted with the woman even before this mess.
She didn't do much more for their daughter than breastfeed once or twice a day, and Sasuke wasn't welcome in the room when that happened. Part of him felt stupid for marrying her, and part of him felt like a monster for thinking that when Sarada only existed because of that marriage. Resentment started to grow in his gut towards her every time he thought about that, about the plans they made amidst their engagement.
About how she assured him that she was excited to be a mother, to have a big family with him.
Now he felt like a single parent, or at least, he had.
"So, what should we do now?" the drenched, voluptuous, half-naked woman he'd been training with asked. She even smiled coyly in that way she did, wagging her foot as she looked up at him from the soft grass below. As he came closer, she raised a brow.
Although for all the flubber, her eyes went wide, manic even, in surprise and glee as he fell to his knees and pulled her face into his. A happy squeal tapered off into a sultry hum as one of her hands crawled into his hair, squeezing the thick, dark locks there as their kiss drew out. Already, one of his hands came down to her side, feeling the soft, damp skin there in slow strokes while they made out.
She won!
She successfully seduced Sasuke; it was all she could think about! He'd finally broken down and admitted to her, and himself, just how desperately he wanted to pin her down, fuck her, make her his woman once again! As if she ever really stopped.
Sakura might have been the first to get a ring, but so what? She couldn't keep him happy; she didn't appreciate what a stud she had. A stallion like him needed a dedicated wife. The poor man had so little family for so long; he deserved one.
At least, that's how she saw it.
These thoughts only became more intense as his hand crawled higher, ripping, literally ripping the flimsy garment covering her chest and coping a feel of her breasts. She hummed happily again, her own free hand sliding along his chest to feel his firm muscles. They were a little less than his prime, but still cut to an extreme.
Still sexier than 99% of men, both in body and spirit. The way he smoothly dominated the kiss, how his hands touched her body so firmly without causing any pain! His elegance, his drive and his power all of it drove her absolutely wild!
She shrieked again in a very good way as her back was pressed to the grass.
Her smile was unbearably smug as he looked down at her, lips bruised and swollen by the heavy kiss. Either hand came up to grip his sides to tickle him with her kempt, colorful nails. The feel of them sent shivers up his spine, a sense of excitement that he hadn't felt in so long. She made him feel things that bedding Sakura hadn't in a long time.
Sakura felt like home and mercy, but Karin was like fire!
She ignited his soul; she made him feel alive, powerful, like a man! The way she squealed as he fell back on top of her only furthered the delightful sensations, that noise that was almost afraid, so overwhelmed and shocked. At the same time, she gripped him so tightly, even wrapping a leg up around his back and squeezing him with all her limbs.
It only got worse when he broke the kiss to suck the sweat off her neck.
"Oh FUCK Sasuke, that feels so good! I missed you so much! I missed this so much!" she cried, grinding her body against his, already feeling the hard cock through his britches. "I missed your thick, gargantuan cock!"
He kissed her again at that, flustered by the words, afraid of the volume, and eager to taste her again. She was eager too. Her hands were already fiddling with the buttons of his pants, tugging and tearing blindly until the bounty she wanted was free.
Then she purred.
Sasuke couldn't wait, not anymore. He yanked her pants lower, her panties in the same motion, freeing her snatch and pressing his cock right against it. The wetness drenched him, the heat enticing, and the grip in his hair suddenly tightened. He tried to break the kiss to look at her, but only got an inch away before she yanked his head back down.
The loud moan she released into it seemed more than permission enough. Her legs doubled his assurance by loosening slightly as he pulled back his pelvis and lined up his rod, then he hesitated. For just a moment, he froze, he thought, tried to think at least. Karin was the one who thrust upwards, capturing the helmet of his cock and making him bite his tongue sharply.
She was so hot, burning like an oven and he loved it. The tightness was perfect as well, fitting him like a glove as he slowly fell down, spearing the rest of his instrument into her. Then he paused for a moment to breathe, realizing where he was, that this was past the point of no return, relishing in the bliss of her body there in the grass.
Then he pulled back and slammed it back in!
Karin squealed into his lips, the kiss growling sloppier as they continued. They rutted in quick, hard thrusts as was common for them, the same way they'd fucked so hard so long ago. It was incredible! It was like his blood was burning as the sound of their crotches slapping sweatily against each other grew noisy enough to even drown out their moaning.
It didn't do anything to silence the squealing scream that she broke their kiss to release, though Sasuke wasn't going to complain about that. He cursed sharply as he released his own load, filling the sultry redhead with a months worth of cum, to both their satisfaction. Staring down at her with his cock plugged, he idly wondered if he'd have another child.
That brought his mind back to Sarada, Sakura he didn't care so much about, he realized, but he would be broken if he lost Sarada. Would Sakura be angry enough to take her away? To never let him lay eyes on his first daughter again?
The dread came creeping back.
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