The hum of cicadas swelled in the air, their steady drone a backdrop to the flickering candlelight that illuminated Temari's room. The Sand kunoichi stood before her mirror, her reflection sharp and unyielding, even as her fingers trembled slightly on the edge of her dresser. One week. One week until she would stand beside Shikamaru in front of the entire village, bound not just by vows, but by the weight of expectation. Her lips pressed into a thin line as she traced the curve of her jawline, her thoughts a storm beneath her composed exterior.
"Temari." The voice came from behind her, low and familiar. She didn't turn immediately, though her spine straightened instinctively. Sasuke leaned against the doorframe, his silhouette cutting through the dim light like a shadow given form. His Sharingan glinted faintly in the darkness, a reminder of the power he still wielded even in this new world where chakra was scarce.
"Sasuke," she replied, her tone flat but tinged with curiosity. "You don't usually make house calls. What brings you to my doorstep?"
He stepped inside, his movements deliberate, almost predatory. The door clicked shut behind him, sealing them together in the quiet intimacy of her room. "I heard about your wedding," he said, his voice like gravel. "Congratulations."
Her eyebrow arched. "Thanks. But I doubt you're here just to offer well-wishes."
A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth, fleeting but unmistakable. "Sharp as ever. No, I'm here for something else." He paused, his gaze raking over her slowly, taking in the tension in her shoulders, the way her hands had curled into fists at her sides. "You've been targeted."
Her breath hitched, though she refused to let it show. "Targeted? By who?"
"Does it matter?" Sasuke countered, stepping closer. His presence was overwhelming, filling the room with an electric charge that made the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. "You're a high-profile figure now. The wife of the next Nara clan head. That makes you vulnerable."
She turned fully to face him then, her amber eyes blazing. "I don't need your protection, Uchiha. I can handle myself."
"Can you?" he challenged, closing the distance between them in one smooth stride. His hand reached out, brushing a strand of hair from her face. The touch was gentle, almost tender, but there was a hardness in his eyes that betrayed his intent. "Times have changed. Without chakra, we're all… weaker."
Temari swallowed hard, her pulse quickening despite herself. "What do you want from me?"
His lips curved into a slow, dangerous smile. "I want to make sure you survive long enough to walk down that aisle. And if I get something out of it…" His voice trailed off, leaving the implication hanging in the air between them like a taut wire.
She scoffed, though her cheeks flushed with heat. "You're insufferable."
"Maybe," he conceded, his hand sliding down to cup her chin. "But you'll live. Isn't that what matters?"
Their faces were inches apart now, his breath warm against her skin. For a moment, neither of them moved, the tension between them crackling like a live wire. Then, without warning, Temari closed the gap, her lips crashing against his with a ferocity that surprised even her. Sasuke responded in kind, his fingers tangling in her hair as he pulled her closer, his body pressing against hers with a hunger that sent shivers down her spine.
The kiss deepened, their shared desperation spilling over into something raw and unfiltered. Temari's hands clawed at his chest, tearing at the fabric of his ANBU uniform, while Sasuke's grip tightened, his teeth grazing her lower lip in a move that drew a soft moan from her throat. She could feel the evidence of his arousal pressing against her, and it only fueled her own desire, a fire that had been smoldering beneath the surface for far too long.
"This doesn't mean anything," she gasped against his lips, her voice trembling despite her words.
"Of course not," Sasuke murmured, his tone laced with mocking amusement. But his actions spoke louder than words, his hands moving to the hem of her shirt, tugging it upward until she lifted her arms to help him remove it. Her bare skin greeted the cool night air, and she shivered, though not from the cold. His gaze roamed over her body, dark and possessive, before he leaned down to capture one of her nipples between his teeth, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from her.
Temari's nails dug into his shoulders as he lavished attention on her breasts, his tongue circling and teasing until she was arching against him, desperate for more. "Sasuke—" His name fell from her lips like a plea, and he responded by lifting her effortlessly, carrying her to the bed and laying her down with a gentleness that belied the intensity of his expression.
He stripped off his own clothes with clinical efficiency, his lean, muscular frame on full display as he climbed over her, his knees bracketing her hips. Temari's heart raced as she took him in, every inch of him radiating power and danger. His hand slid down her stomach, past the waistband of her pants, and she bit her lip to stifle a moan as his fingers found her wet and ready.
"You've thought about this," he observed, his voice low and husky.
"Shut up," she snapped, though the effect was ruined by the way her body writhed under his touch. He chuckled darkly, his fingers curling against her in a way that made her toes curl.
"Don't worry," he murmured, leaning down to kiss her again. "I won't tell Shikamaru."
Before she could retort, he positioned himself at her entrance, the tip of his cock pressing against her slick folds. Temari braced herself, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps as he pushed inside, inch by agonizing inch. The stretch was exquisite, filling her completely, and she couldn't help but cry out, her nails raking down his back.
Sasuke groaned, his forehead resting against hers as he began to move, each thrust driving her higher and higher toward the edge. Their bodies moved in sync, a rhythm born of need and desperation, their breaths mingling as they clung to each other. Temari wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, her mind a haze of pleasure and forbidden desire.
"Faster," she whispered, her voice breaking on the word. He obliged, his pace intensifying until the bed creaked beneath them and the room was filled with the sounds of their union. She could feel her climax building, a pressure in her core that threatened to consume her, and when it finally broke, it was with a force that left her trembling, her cries muffled against his shoulder.
Sasuke wasn't far behind, his hips stuttering as he buried himself deep inside her, his release hot and searing. They stayed like that for a moment, tangled together in the aftermath, their breathing ragged and hearts pounding in unison.
When he finally pulled away, Temari felt a pang of loss, though she quickly masked it with a scowl. "Happy now?"
He smirked, reaching for his discarded clothes. "For now."
Temari lay sprawled on the bed, her breathing still uneven, her skin flushed and glistening with sweat. Sasuke stood at the edge of the room, already fully dressed, his expression unreadable as he adjusted the gloves on his hands. The air between them felt heavy, charged with something neither of them wanted to name.
He's leaving, she thought, her fingers curling into the sheets. And yet, it feels like he's still here. She sat up slowly, pulling a sheet around her body despite knowing it was too late for modesty. Her voice came out sharper than she intended. "You're just going to leave? No parting words of wisdom?"
Sasuke paused, one hand resting on the windowsill. He glanced over his shoulder, his Sharingan flickering briefly before settling back into its dark, endless void. "You don't need my words. You know what this was."
"Do I?" Temari shot back, her eyes narrowing. "Because from where I'm sitting, it feels a lot less like a warning and more like… distraction." She couldn't bring herself to say the truth—that it had felt like more than that, even if it shouldn't have.
His lips twitched, the ghost of a smirk playing across his face. "Distraction can be useful. Sometimes it's the only way to make people see what's in front of them." He leaned out the window, the moonlight catching the edges of his silhouette. "Shikamaru will be home soon. Clean yourself up."
Before she could respond, he was gone, disappearing into the night like a shadow slipping through cracks. Temari stared at the empty space where he'd been, her chest tightening with a mix of emotions she didn't want to unpack. She swung her legs over the side of the bed, her bare feet touching the cool wooden floor. The room still smelled like him—like steel and rain and something faintly earthy—and it made her heart ache in ways she refused to acknowledge.
She moved to the mirror, her reflection staring back at her with a mixture of guilt and defiance. Her hair was disheveled, her lips slightly swollen, and there were faint red marks on her neck where his teeth had grazed her skin. Temari traced them lightly, her breath hitching as memories of his hands, his mouth, his body flooded her mind. What am I doing? she thought, closing her eyes against the image. This isn't me. This isn't us.
But the truth was, she wasn't sure who "us" was anymore. Shikamaru had been preoccupied lately, buried under piles of paperwork and missions, their conversations lately reduced to brief exchanges about the wedding. And then there was Sasuke, who always seemed to appear when she least expected him, his presence both infuriating and intoxicating.
She reached for her robe, pulling it tightly around her body as if it could shield her from her own thoughts. But before she could tie it shut, she heard the front door open downstairs, followed by the sound of familiar footsteps.
"Temari? You home?" Shikamaru's voice called out, his tone relaxed but tired.
Her stomach dropped. Shit. She scrambled to straighten the room, grabbing discarded clothes and tossing them into a nearby basket. The bed was beyond saving, the sheets tangled and crumpled in a way that would raise questions she wasn't ready to answer.
"Upstairs," she called back, her voice steady despite the nerves clawing at her insides. "Just… getting ready for bed."
There was a pause, and then the sound of his footsteps on the stairs. Temari took a deep breath, smoothing her hair and forcing a smile onto her face as he appeared in the doorway. He looked as exhausted as ever, his trademark lazy slouch more pronounced, but his eyes softened when they landed on her.
"Rough day?" she asked, crossing the room to kiss him lightly on the cheek.
He groaned, leaning into her touch. "You have no idea. Another assassination attempt on Kushina. The council's breathing down my neck, and Naruto's trying to act like it's no big deal." He ran a hand through his hair, his gaze drifting past her to the still-disheveled bed. His brow furrowed slightly. "You okay? You look… flushed."
Temari's pulse quickened, but she forced a laugh. "Just a little warm. You know how it gets this time of year." She stepped back, keeping her tone light. "Want me to make you some tea?"
He hesitated, his sharp mind undoubtedly picking up on something off, but he nodded. "Yeah. That sounds good."
As she turned to head downstairs, she caught sight of his reflection in the mirror. His eyes lingered on the bed for a moment longer before he shook his head, muttering something under his breath about needing to take better care of himself. Temari's chest tightened, but she pushed the guilt aside, focusing instead on the task at hand.
Meanwhile, in the shadows of the Uchiha mansion, Sasuke slipped through the hidden entrance, his movements silent and precise. The place was grand, if cold, its halls lined with relics of a clan long gone. But tonight, the silence was broken by the sound of hushed voices and heated whispers.
"About time," Sakura's voice rang out, tinged with irritation, as he stepped into the main chamber. She was lounging on the couch, her green eyes narrowed, while Ino stood by the fireplace, her arms crossed over her chest.
Ino raised an eyebrow, her smirk sharp. "We were starting to think you forgot about us."
Sasuke didn't bother with apologies. Instead, he strode toward them, his presence commanding as always. "I had business to attend to."
"Business?" Sakura scoffed, standing to meet him. "Or pleasure?"
His gaze darkened, but he didn't deny it. Instead, he reached for her, his fingers tangling in her pink hair as he pulled her close. Her protests died on her lips as his mouth crashed down on hers, fierce and demanding. Ino was on him in seconds, her hands running down his back, her nails scraping against his shirt.
"You've been gone too long," Ino murmured against his ear, her breath hot. "Don't think we haven't noticed."
Sasuke broke away from Sakura long enough to glance at Ino, his Sharingan flaring briefly. "Jealousy doesn't suit you."
"Neither does being ignored," Sakura retorted, though her voice was already losing its edge as her hands fumbled with the buttons of his shirt. "You owe us."
He didn't argue. Instead, he let them lead him to the bed, their touches growing more frantic with every passing second. Clothes were discarded, the room filling with the sounds of breathless gasps and low moans as they moved together, a tangle of limbs and desire.
Ino's nails dug into his shoulders as she straddled him, her blonde hair falling around her face like a curtain. "You're ours," she whispered, her voice trembling with need. "Say it."
Sasuke's hand found Sakura's hip, pulling her closer as he thrust upward, drawing a cry from Ino's lips. "Yours," he growled, though the word felt hollow even as it left his mouth.
But they didn't seem to notice, too lost in the rhythm of their bodies moving together. Sakura's hands roamed his chest, her mouth finding his again as Ino rolled her hips, each motion driving them closer to the edge. The room became a blur of sensation, the three of them tangled in a web of passion and possession that left no room for doubt or hesitation.
By the time they finally collapsed, spent and sated, the moon was high in the sky, its pale light filtering through the blinds. Sasuke lay between them, his breathing slow and even, though his mind was anything but calm.
Sakura traced idle patterns on his chest, her eyes half-lidded. "Don't stay away so long next time," she muttered, though her tone lacked its earlier bite.
Ino nestled against his side, her breath warm against his skin. "We're not going anywhere," she added quietly, almost as if she sensed the turmoil beneath his calm exterior.
Sasuke smirked faintly, his gaze lingering on the ceiling as Sakura and Ino pressed against him, their breaths heavy with satisfaction. The heat of their bodies was a trophy, a testament to his pull—Temari's fire still simmered in his veins, claimed and sated, like a spoil of war. He thrived on this: the raw, unrestrained hunger, the way women melted under his touch, each conquest fueling the legacy he'd carve into this world. Breeding them all, spreading his strength—it wasn't just desire, it was purpose, and he wore it like a crown.
The moonlight bathed the room, illuminating the tangle of limbs, and he shifted, running a possessive hand through Ino's hair, then down Sakura's back. They were his—pliable, fierce, and utterly devoted—and he relished it. No guilt, no hesitation, just the pulse of power in his blood. "Sleep," he muttered, voice low and commanding, as he settled back, already plotting the next move in this game of dominance he'd never tire of winning.
The morning sun filtered through the curtains of Temari's small apartment in the Leaf Village, casting a warm glow over the room. She sat at her kitchen table, a cup of tea cooling between her hands as she stared out the window. Her mind was still a whirlwind of emotions from Sasuke's visit the night before. The memory of his hands on her skin, the heat of their encounter, lingered like a ghost she couldn't shake. But now, with the clarity of daylight, doubt crept in. What had she done? What did it mean?
A sharp knock at the door startled her out of her thoughts. Temari set her tea down and stood, smoothing her robes as she walked to the door. When she opened it, she was met with the vibrant crimson hair and piercing violet eyes of none other than Kushina Uzumaki.
"Kushina?" Temari blinked, caught off guard. "What are you doing here?"
Kushina offered a warm smile, though there was something calculating in her gaze. "Can I come in? We need to talk."
Temari hesitated for a moment but stepped aside, allowing Kushina to enter. The older woman moved with an effortless grace, her presence commanding respect. Temari closed the door and turned to face her guest, folding her arms across her chest.
"This is about the wedding, isn't it?" Temari asked, already sensing the direction of the conversation.
Kushina nodded, her expression turning serious. "In a way, yes. But it's more than that." She paused, studying Temari closely. "You're aware of the tensions between the villages right now, aren't you? The… rumors about me?"
Temari's stomach tightened. She knew exactly what Kushina was referring to—the whispers that Kushina was somehow responsible for the dwindling chakra reserves in the world. Though no one outside of a select few truly believed it, the Sand Village had used it as justification for their recent actions.
"I've heard things," Temari admitted cautiously. "But I don't put much stock in rumors."
Kushina smiled faintly, though her eyes remained sharp. "Good. Because those rumors have led to some… unfortunate decisions. Decisions that could endanger you."
Temari's brow furrowed. "Endanger me? How?"
Kushina leaned against the counter, crossing her arms. "There's a plot. A plan to assassinate me during your wedding to Shikamaru. They see it as a perfect opportunity—two birds, one stone. Kill me while the village is distracted by the celebrations, and destabilize the Leaf in one fell swoop."
Temari's breath caught in her throat. Her mind raced, piecing together fragments of information. Sasuke's warning, his sudden appearance the night before—it all made sense now. He hadn't just come to her out of obligation or curiosity. He'd come because he knew she was in danger.
"How do you know this?" Temari asked, her voice tight.
Kushina tilted her head, a knowing glint in her eye. "Let's just say the ANBU intercepted some interesting intel. And they'll be stopping the assassination attempt well before it gets anywhere near the wedding. The ones behind it will be… thoroughly interrogated."
Temari swallowed hard, her pulse quickening. The thought of what ANBU interrogation entailed sent a chill down her spine. But deeper than that, another realization was forming. Kushina's words were laced with implication, a subtle hint that she knew more than she was letting on.
"Why are you telling me this?" Temari asked quietly, her gaze flickering to the floor.
Kushina stepped closer, her voice lowering to a conspiratorial tone. "Because I think you already knew. Or at least suspected. Am I wrong?"
Temari stiffened, her heart pounding in her chest. Damn it. She had hoped to keep her encounter with Sasuke private, hidden away in the shadows where it belonged. But Kushina's sharp intuition had peeled back the layers, exposing the truth beneath.
"He told you, didn't he?" Kushina continued, her tone softening slightly. "Sasuke."
The name hung in the air between them, heavy with unspoken meaning. Temari clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms. She wanted to deny it, to push back against the accusation, but she couldn't. Not when Kushina's gaze was so piercing, so understanding.
"Yes," Temari admitted finally, her voice barely above a whisper. "He came to me last night. He warned me about the plot, but he didn't give specifics. Just… enough to make me nervous."
Kushina nodded slowly, her lips curving into a faint smile. "That sounds like him. Always playing things close to the chest. But he must trust you, to have come to you directly."
Temari's cheeks flushed, her mind racing with questions. Why had Sasuke come to her? Was it simply because of their shared history, their tentative alliance after the war? Or was it something more personal, something tied to the undeniable chemistry that had flared between them?
Kushina seemed to read her thoughts, her smile widening. "I won't pry into whatever's going on between you two. That's not my business. But I thought you should know the full picture. You deserve to understand what you're up against."
Temari looked up, meeting Kushina's gaze. "Thank you," she said softly. "For telling me."
Kushina reached out, placing a hand on Temari's shoulder. "Be careful, Temari. These are dangerous times. And Sasuke…" She trailed off, her expression growing thoughtful. "Well, let's just say he's more complicated than he lets on."
With that, Kushina turned and walked toward the door, leaving Temari standing in the middle of the room, her thoughts a tangled web of uncertainty. As the door clicked shut behind her visitor, Temari sank into a chair, her hands trembling.
She felt torn, caught between the life she had built with Shikamaru and the magnetic pull of Sasuke, whose enigmatic presence seemed to linger in every corner of her mind. The wedding was only a week away, yet it felt like everything was unraveling around her.
A knock at the door pulled her from her thoughts again. For a brief, irrational moment, she wondered if it was Sasuke, returning to confide in her further. But when she opened the door, it was Ino Yamanaka who stood there, her blonde hair perfectly styled and her blue eyes gleaming with mischief.
"Hey, Temari," Ino said with a sly smile. "Got a minute? There's something I think we need to talk about."
Temari stared at Ino, her heart pounding in her chest. The Yamanaka's sly smile was disarming, but there was something deeper lurking beneath it—something that sent a shiver down Temari's spine. She stepped aside, letting Ino into the room, and closed the door behind her. The air felt heavy, charged with unspoken tension.
Ino walked over to the window, her gaze sweeping across the room before settling on Temari. "You look… tense," she said, tilting her head slightly. "Wedding jitters?"
Temari forced a laugh, though it came out more strained than she intended. "Something like that," she replied, crossing her arms over her chest as if to shield herself from what was coming next.
Ino's smirk deepened. "Or maybe it's not just the wedding." She leaned back against the windowsill, her eyes narrowing ever so slightly. "I saw the way you looked when Kushina mentioned Sasuke earlier. You're not exactly subtle, you know."
Temari froze, her breath catching in her throat. She knows. Her mind raced, trying to piece together how much Ino had figured out—or worse, how much Sasuke had told her. "What are you talking about?" she asked, her voice steadier than she felt.
"Oh, come on, Temari," Ino said, pushing off the windowsill and taking a step closer. "Sasuke tells me everything. And let's just say he painted a pretty vivid picture of your little… encounter."
Temari's face flushed, heat spreading across her cheeks. She opened her mouth to protest, but no words came out. What could she even say? Deny it? Lie? It was too late for that. Ino's knowing gaze held hers, pinning her in place.
"Relax," Ino said, holding up a hand as if to calm her. "I'm not judging you. If anything, I kind of admire it. Sasuke has a way of getting under your skin, doesn't he? Makes you forget about everything else."
The way Ino spoke about Sasuke was intimate, almost possessive, and it made Temari's stomach churn. Of course she knows him like that, she thought bitterly. She's been with him too.
"Why are you here, Ino?" Temari asked, her voice sharp now, cutting through the tension like a kunai. "To gloat? To warn me off? Because if that's the case—"
Ino laughed, a light, melodic sound that somehow managed to be both playful and mocking. "Neither. I'm here because Sasuke told me to check on you. He's worried, you know. About you, about Shikamaru, about… well, everything."
"Worried?" Temari repeated, her eyebrows knitting together. "Since when does Sasuke Uchiha worry about anyone but himself?"
Ino's expression softened for a moment, and she sighed. "He's not as cold as people think he is. Not anymore, anyway. But that's not why I'm really here."
Temari swallowed hard, her pulse quickening. "Then why?"
Ino took another step closer, until they were standing mere inches apart. Her voice dropped to a low, almost conspiratorial whisper. "I'm here to ask you a question. And I need you to be honest with me."
Temari's throat tightened. "What question?"
Ino's gaze bore into hers, unwavering. "Have you started carrying his seed yet?"
The question hit Temari like a punch to the gut. She stumbled back, her eyes wide with shock. "What the hell are you talking about?"
"Don't play dumb," Ino said, her tone hardening. "You know exactly what I mean. Sasuke's rebuilding the Uchiha clan. He's chosen us—me, Sakura, and now, apparently, you—to help him do that. So I'll ask again: are you pregnant with his child?"
Temari's mind reeled. The implications of Ino's words crashed over her like a tidal wave. This can't be real. This can't be happening. "No," she stammered, shaking her head. "No, I'm not I'm not... sure."
Ino's lips curved into a slow, satisfied smile. "Good. That means there's still time."
"Time for what?" Temari demanded, her voice rising. "What are you even suggesting?"
Ino reached out, her fingers brushing lightly against Temari's arm. "Time for you to decide if you want to be part of this. Part of us. Sasuke's legacy isn't just about power or revenge anymore. It's about survival. About creating something new. And he wants you to be a part of that."
Temari shook her head again, trying to clear the fog of confusion and disbelief that clouded her thoughts. "This is insane. I'm marrying Shikamaru in a week. I can't just—"
"Can't?" Ino interrupted, her voice sharp now. "Or won't? Because let me tell you something, Temari. Life isn't always about doing what's expected of you. Sometimes it's about taking what you want, consequences be damned."
Temari's heart pounded in her chest, her mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. She wanted to argue, to push Ino away and deny everything, but part of her—a deep, hidden part—couldn't ignore the truth in her words.
Ino's hand moved to cup Temari's cheek, her touch surprisingly gentle. "Think about it," she murmured, her breath warm against Temari's skin. "You don't have to answer right now. But when you're ready… we'll be waiting."
With that, Ino pulled back, turning toward the door. She paused for a moment, glancing over her shoulder with a smirk. "Oh, and Temari? Don't bother trying to pretend this conversation never happened. Sasuke already knows you'll come around eventually."
Then she was gone, leaving Temari standing alone in the middle of the room, her world spinning wildly out of control. Running out the house to catch up to Ino she asks "Take me to Sakura to find out if I'm pregnant."
Kushina sat on the edge of her bed, her fingers tracing absent patterns on the sheets as she replayed the conversation with Temari in her mind. There had been something in the other woman's eyes—something fleeting but unmistakable. A flicker of desire, perhaps, or maybe just fascination. Whatever it was, it had caught Kushina's attention. She was surprised, almost awed, by how swiftly Sasuke was moving with his ambitions—his plans unfolding with a ruthless precision and unfurling like a storm across the village. The thought sent a thrill through her, a quiet joy at being drawn into his orbit, where power and purpose collided, and she couldn't deny the shiver of admiration it sparked in her.
She feels it too, Kushina thought, a small smile tugging at her lips. The pull. The allure of someone who's as dangerous as they are irresistible.
But there was more to it than that. Temari wasn't just drawn to Sasuke; she was conflicted. Torn between the life she had built and the tantalizing possibility of something wilder, something forbidden. It was a feeling Kushina knew all too well.
Her thoughts drifted to Minato, as they often did. He had been her anchor, her safe harbor in a world that was constantly shifting and changing. But since her resurrection, things hadn't been the same. She still loved him, of course, but there was a part of her that longed for… more. Something that defied logic and reason.
And then there was Naruto. Her son, who had grown into such a remarkable man. She was proud of him, but she couldn't shake the sense that he was walking a path that would lead him far away from her. Far away from the person she used to be.
Kushina sighed, running a hand through her long red hair. She knew she should focus—threats were gathering, dark clouds on the horizon—but a brighter thought took hold. Sasuke would require her more soon, with the dangers piling up and the tasks he'd set in motion, he'd need her strength, her resolve, and that prospect warmed her from the inside out, and sparked some excitement.
She lay back on the bed, staring at the ceiling, her mind drifting to him—Sasuke, all intensity and control, drawing Temari into his grasp. The image of that fierce, strong-willed woman yielding to his superiority burned in her mind, and her hand slipped beneath the sheets, fingers finding her heat as she surrendered to the fantasy, her breath hitching with every pulse of imagined dominance.
Temari stepped into the quiet stillness of her home, the door clicking shut behind her. The air felt heavy, charged with the weight of what had just transpired. Ino followed closely, her footsteps soft against the wooden floor. The house was eerily empty, no sign of Shikamaru or anyone else. Temari turned to Ino, her gaze sharp but laced with curiosity.
"Why did you really come here, Ino?" Temari asked, crossing her arms. Her tone was blunt, cutting through the silence like a kunai. "You could've told me all of that at the mansion. You didn't need to follow me home."
Ino sighed, running a hand through her blonde hair as she leaned against the wall. Her usual confidence wavered for a moment, replaced by something softer, more vulnerable. "Shikamaru and I… we're close," she began, her voice quieter now. "We always have been. And even though I'm…" She hesitated, biting her lower lip. "Even though I'm devoted to Sasuke in ways I can't explain, I still care about Shikamaru. He's my friend. And I thought it was only fair to talk to you about this—privately."
Temari raised an eyebrow, her expression unreadable. "Talk to me about what, exactly? About how you're sleeping with Sasuke too? Or about how he's apparently trying to rebuild his clan one woman at a time?"
Ino winced, but she didn't back down. "Both. Neither. I don't know." She let out a frustrated breath, stepping closer to Temari. "Look, I know how it feels. That pull he has. The way he looks at you, talks to you, touches you—it's like nothing else matters. And I just… I wanted to hear your side of it. How it started for you."
Temari's lips twitched, almost into a smirk, but there was no humor in it. "You really want to know?"
"Yes."
For a long moment, Temari said nothing. She walked over to the kitchen table, running a finger along its edge before turning back to Ino. "Fine. But don't expect some grand love story. It wasn't like that."
Ino nodded, watching her intently as Temari began to speak.
"It was a few months ago. We were all drinking at the Uchiha mansion—me, Sakura, and a couple others. Sasuke showed up late, like he always does. He barely said a word, just sat there, sipping his drink and watching us. At first, it was annoying. I thought he was being arrogant, like he couldn't be bothered to engage with the rest of us. But then…" She trailed off, her gaze distant as she recalled the memory. "Then he started talking. Just little things at first, but the way he spoke—it was like he knew exactly what to say to get under my skin. And not in a bad way. It was… intoxicating."
Ino's eyes widened slightly, her lips parting as if she wanted to say something, but she stayed silent, letting Temari continue.
"Sakura and you passed out first," Temari said, her voice dropping lower now, almost conspiratorial. "I don't even remember when it happened. One minute, we were all laughing, and the next, it was just me and him. He looked at me, and I swear, it was like he could see everything I was thinking. Everything I'd been hiding. And then he stood up, walked over, and…" She paused, her cheeks flushing faintly. "Well, you can probably guess the rest."
Ino's breath hitched, and for a moment, the room was so quiet that Temari could hear the faint ticking of the clock on the wall. Then, slowly, Ino smiled—a small, knowing smile that made Temari narrow her eyes.
"What?" Temari demanded.
"Nothing," Ino said, shaking her head. "It's just… I know exactly what you mean. That feeling. It's addictive, isn't it?"
Temari didn't respond immediately. Instead, she walked over to the window, staring out at the darkening sky. "Yeah," she admitted finally, her voice barely above a whisper. "It is."
Ino moved to stand beside her, their shoulders almost touching. "For what it's worth," she said softly, "I don't think you're weak for giving in to it. None of us are. Sasuke… he's got this way of making you feel like you're the only person in the world when he's with you. And sometimes, that's enough to make you forget everything else."
Temari glanced at her, her golden eyes searching Ino's face for something—maybe reassurance, maybe understanding. "And what about Shikamaru?" she asked after a moment. "Do you ever forget about him?"
Ino's smile faltered, and she looked away. "No," she admitted. "I don't. And that's the hardest part."
The two women stood in silence for a while, the weight of their choices hanging heavy between them. Finally, Temari turned to Ino, her expression softening. "You should go," she said gently. "Before Shikamaru gets home."
Ino nodded, but before she could leave, Temari reached out, grabbing her wrist. "Wait."
Ino turned back, her eyebrows raised in question.
"If I'm… pregnant," Temari said hesitantly, "what happens next?"
Ino's lips curved into a small, almost mischievous smile. "Then you become part of the Uchiha legacy," she said simply. "And trust me, Sasuke will make sure you never regret it."
Temari swallowed hard, her mind racing with possibilities. Before she could respond, Ino leaned in, pressing a quick kiss to her cheek. "Take care of yourself, Temari," she murmured. "And whatever you decide… don't beat yourself up over it."
With that, Ino turned and left, leaving Temari alone once more. As the door clicked shut behind her, Temari sank onto the couch, her thoughts swirling like a storm. She pressed a hand to her stomach, her heart pounding as she whispered to herself, "What am I doing?"
Ino paused at the door, her hand resting on the frame as if she were debating whether to leave or stay. Temari's words lingered in the air like a heavy fog, and Ino couldn't resist turning back. Her sharp eyes narrowed slightly as she tilted her head, her voice cutting through the tension. "Wait… Sasuke told you weeks ago? And you didn't think he was serious?"
Temari leaned back against the couch, her arms folding defensively across her chest. She exhaled sharply, her gaze flickering away from Ino's piercing stare. "I thought he was just talking," she admitted, her voice softer now, almost hesitant. "You know how he is—arrogant, always saying things that make him sound larger than life. I didn't think he actually meant it when he said he wanted me to carry his child."
Ino's lips curled into a sly smile, but there was something dangerous glinting in her eyes. She stepped closer, her movements deliberate, her heels clicking softly against the wooden floor. "Oh, Temari," she said, her tone dripping with amusement and something else—something darker. "You of all people should know how seriously Sasuke takes power. He doesn't waste his time with empty promises."
Temari's jaw tightened, and she looked up at Ino, her frustration bubbling to the surface. "And what about Shikamaru?" she snapped, her voice rising. "Did he even consider what this would do to him? To us? Or does he just expect me to lie to my future husband for the rest of my life?"
Ino raised an eyebrow, her expression unchanging. "Sasuke doesn't care about Shikamaru," she said bluntly. "He cares about the Uchiha legacy. And right now, you're part of that." She paused, her smile widening as she added, "Besides, Shikamaru won't find out. Sasuke made sure of that."
The room fell silent again, the weight of Ino's words settling over them like a suffocating blanket. Temari's mind raced, torn between anger and a strange, unsettling thrill. She had always admired Sasuke's strength, his ruthlessness—but this? This was something else entirely. It felt like a game, and she wasn't sure if she was a player or a pawn.
"What are you getting out of this?" Temari asked finally, her voice low and suspicious. "You're with him too. Don't tell me you're just fine with sharing him with me—with anyone he decides to have kids with."
Ino laughed, a soft, melodic sound that sent a shiver down Temari's spine. "Oh, sweetheart," she said, her voice laced with mockery. "This isn't about jealousy or ownership. It's about survival. The Uchiha name needs to continue, and Sasuke will do whatever it takes to make that happen. If that means sharing him with you, Sakura, or whoever else catches his eye… so be it. But don't think for a second that any of us hold power over him."
Temari stared at her, her chest tightening with a mix of fear and fascination. She couldn't deny the allure of being part of something bigger, something powerful. But the cost… the cost was steep.
As if reading her thoughts, Ino leaned down, placing her hands on the armrests of the couch and trapping Temari in place. Her face was inches away now, her breath warm against Temari's skin. "Here's the thing," she murmured, her voice dropping to a whisper. "You already made your choice the moment you let him touch you. Now the only question is… are you going to embrace it, or fight it?"
Temari's heart pounded as Ino's lips brushed against her ear, sending a jolt of electricity through her body. "You're not the first woman he's chosen," Ino continued, her words slow and deliberate. "But you could be the one who changes everything."
Before Temari could respond, Ino straightened up, her smirk returning as she stepped back. "Think about it," she said, her tone light now, almost teasing. "And don't worry—your secret's safe with me. For now."
With that, she turned and walked to the door, leaving Temari frozen in place. As the door closed behind Ino, Temari sank deeper into the couch, her fingers curling into the fabric beneath her. She shut her eyes, trying to quiet the storm raging inside her, but the images wouldn't stop—Sasuke's smoldering gaze, Ino's knowing smile, Shikamaru's trusting eyes…
She groaned, pressing her palms against her temples. "Damn it," she muttered under her breath. "What am I supposed to do now?"
Her thoughts were interrupted by a soft knock at the door. Temari froze, her heart skipping a beat. Shikamaru? she thought, panic rising in her chest. But when the door opened a crack, it wasn't Shikamaru who stepped inside.
It was Sasuke.
He moved silently, his presence filling the room like a shadow. His dark eyes locked onto hers, and for a moment, neither of them spoke. Then, without a word, he crossed the distance between them, his hand reaching out to brush against her cheek.
Temari's breath hitched, her body reacting instinctively to his touch. She hated how easily he could unravel her, how quickly he could make her forget everything else. "Why are you here?" she asked, her voice trembling despite her best efforts to sound calm.
Sasuke's lips curved into the faintest hint of a smile. "You know why," he said simply, his fingers trailing down her neck, sending a shiver through her. "You've been thinking about me."
Temari swallowed hard, unable to deny it. "I can't…" she started, but her words faltered as his hand slipped lower, his palm resting against her stomach.
"Can't what?" he asked, his voice low and husky. "Can't stop thinking about me? Can't resist me?" He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, "Or can't admit that you want this as much as I do?"
Temari's resolve crumbled, her body betraying her as she arched into his touch. "Sasuke…" she breathed, her voice barely audible.
"That's it," he murmured, his other hand moving to her waist, pulling her closer. "Let go, Temari. You don't have to fight it anymore."
And as his lips claimed hers, hot and demanding, Temari knew she was sinking further into a world she might never escape
Temari's breath hitched as Sasuke's lips trailed down her neck, his teeth grazing her skin just enough to send shivers down her spine. His hands were everywhere—rough and demanding, yet impossibly precise in their touch. She tried to summon the will to push him away, to remind herself of Shikamaru, of the life she was supposed to be building, but his presence was like a black hole, pulling her deeper into its gravity.
"Sasuke," she gasped, her voice trembling, "this is… this is wrong."
He paused, his dark eyes meeting hers with an intensity that made her legs weak. "Wrong?" he repeated, his voice dripping with mockery. "You think it's wrong to want something better? To want me?" His hand slid up her thigh, fingers brushing against the sensitive warmth between her legs. "Tell me, Temari, does Shikamaru make you feel like this? Does he make you ache for more?"
She bit her lip, refusing to give him the satisfaction of an answer, but her body betrayed her. A soft moan escaped her as his fingers pressed harder, teasing her through the fabric of her dress. Sasuke smirked, knowing he had her hooked.
"I was home when you came to talk to Ino," he said casually, as if this were some ordinary conversation and not a moment dripping with tension. "I heard everything. How conflicted you are. How much you try to deny what we both know is true." His free hand brushed her hair aside, his lips finding the curve of her shoulder. "But here's the thing, Temari… I don't have time for games."
His words sent a jolt through her, mingling heat and fear in equal measure. "What do you want from me?" she whispered, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart.
Sasuke leaned back slightly, his gaze locking onto hers. "What do I want?" he repeated, his tone almost amused. "I want you to stop pretending. I want you to admit that you're too good for the Nara clan. Too good for him. Shikamaru's smart, sure, but let's be honest—he'll never match what I can offer you." His hand moved to grip her chin, forcing her to look at him. "You deserve to carry the bloodline of someone stronger. Someone superior."
Temari's cheeks burned, partly from shame, partly from the undeniable truth in his words. "And you think that's you?" she shot back, though her defiance sounded hollow even to her own ears.
Sasuke chuckled, a low, dangerous sound that sent another wave of heat through her. "Oh, I don't just think it. I know it." He leaned in closer, his breath warm against her ear. "Let's see… where should I start? My chakra control? My strength? Or maybe…" His hand slid lower, cupping her firmly between her thighs, "you'd prefer a more… physical demonstration?"
Her breath hitched again, and she couldn't help but squirm under his touch. "Sasuke—"
"Admit it," he growled, his fingers tightening ever so slightly. "You want this. You want me. And deep down, you know why." His lips brushed against her ear again as he whispered, "Because I'm better. In every way."
Temari's mind raced, torn between logic and desire. She wanted to hate him, to deny him, but the truth was impossible to ignore. Everything about Sasuke was magnetic—his power, his confidence, the way he made her feel like she was the only woman in the world when he looked at her. And then there was… that. The faint memory of their last encounter flashed in her mind, and her body clenched involuntarily at the thought.
"I won't lie," Sasuke continued, his voice smooth and deliberate, "your village… it's weak. Your people, your methods—they've always been second-rate. But you? You're different. You're strong. Beautiful. And you deserve to be matched with someone who can appreciate that. Someone who can give you children worthy of your strength."
Her heart skipped a beat at the mention of children. "You… you really mean it?" she asked, her voice shaky. "This isn't just some… twisted game for you?"
Sasuke's expression softened, just for a moment, before the familiar intensity returned. "It's not a game," he said firmly. "The Uchiha legacy is everything to me. And you… you're part of that now. Whether you like it or not."
Before she could respond, he kissed her again, hard and possessive, stealing the breath from her lungs. His hands moved to the ties of her dress, undoing them with practiced ease. The fabric fell away, leaving her exposed to the cool air—and to his hungry gaze.
"Perfect," he murmured, his eyes roving over her body. "Every inch of you."
Temari flushed, unable to suppress the thrill that ran through her at his words. She hated how much she craved his approval, his touch. Hated how he could reduce her to this—a quivering mess, desperate for more.
"Shikamaru… he'll never know," Sasuke said, his voice low and husky as he stepped closer. "And even if he did, what could he do? You're mine now. Mine to claim. Mine to breed."
The word sent a jolt through her, igniting a fire in her core that she couldn't extinguish. Her nails dug into his shoulders as he lifted her effortlessly, pressing her against the wall. His arousal was evident, pressing against her through his clothes, and she couldn't help but grind against him, seeking friction.
"That's it," he growled, his lips trailing down her collarbone. "No more pretending. No more holding back." His hands gripped her thighs, spreading them wider as he positioned himself. "You're going to take every inch of me, Temari. And you're going to love it."
She didn't have time to protest—not that she wanted to. With one sharp thrust, he was inside her, filling her completely. Temari cried out, her head falling back against the wall as waves of pleasure crashed over her. Sasuke didn't pause, setting a brutal pace that left no room for doubt or hesitation.
"Feel that?" he rasped, his breath hot against her ear. "That's what real power feels like. That's what I can give you. What I'll give our children."
Her nails raked down his back as her hips moved in rhythm with his, matching his urgency. "Sasuke…" she moaned, her voice breaking. "I… I can't…"
"Yes, you can," he insisted, his voice firm despite the lust burning in his eyes. "You're stronger than this weak world. Stronger than Shikamaru. Stronger than your pitiful village." His thrusts grew harder, sharper, driving her closer to the edge with each movement. "Say it, Temari. Say you understand."
Her vision blurred as pleasure coiled tighter and tighter within her. "I… I understand," she gasped, her voice barely coherent. "The Nara clan… they don't matter. Not compared to you. Not compared to… the Uchiha."
Sasuke's smirk was triumphant as he slammed into her one last time, sending her over the edge with a cry of his name. He followed shortly after, his release hot and unrestrained, and for a moment, the world seemed to stop.
As her breathing slowed, Temari clung to him, her mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. Guilt. Desire. Shame. And, most troubling of all, a strange sense of… acceptance.
Sasuke pulled back slightly, his dark eyes studying her face. "You'll thank me one day," he said softly, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "For giving you this. For giving you more."
She didn't respond, her thoughts still tangled, but her body told a different story. Even as he set her down gently, the fire in her veins refused to die. And as Sasuke turned to leave, his parting words lingered in the air, heavy with promise—and danger.
"This is only the beginning. Shikamaru won't be here tonight," Sasuke said smoothly, his voice cutting through the silence. Temari froze, the words sinking in like a blade.
She turned, her amber eyes narrowing. "What did you do?"
Sasuke tilted his head, a faint smirk playing on his lips. "I simply suggested to Kakashi that Shikamaru would be the best choice for a mission tonight. He agreed. Easily." His tone was casual, dismissive, as if he were discussing the weather rather than manipulating the lives of others.
Temari's jaw tightened, her nails digging into her palms. "You didn't have to—"
"Come with me," he interrupted, stepping closer. His voice dropped, low and dangerous.
Her breath hitched, the memory of their last encounter still fresh in her mind—his hands on her skin, his whispered promises, the way he had claimed her so utterly. The guilt warred with the desire curling in her stomach, refusing to settle.
"And where do I belong?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
"With me," Sasuke said simply, his hand brushing hers. "In the Uchiha mansion."
The weight of his words pressed down on her, suffocating and intoxicating all at once. Before she could protest further, he took her hand, pulling her toward the door. She hesitated, glancing back at the home she had built with Shikamaru. But the pull of Sasuke's gaze was undeniable, and she followed him into the night.
...
The Uchiha mansion loomed before them, its dark silhouette imposing and mysterious. Temari felt a shiver run down her spine as they entered, the opulence of the interior starkly contrasting with the modest life she had known. Candles flickered, casting shadows that danced along the walls, and the scent of incense filled the air.
Ino and Sakura were already there, seated on plush cushions near the hearth. Their eyes locked onto Temari as soon as she stepped inside, their expressions unreadable. Ino's lips curled into a sly smile, while Sakura's gaze held something softer, almost pitying.
"Well, well," Ino drawled, standing gracefully. She circled Temari like a vulture assessing its meal. "The princess of the Sand has finally joined us. And here I thought you'd stay loyal to your brilliant fiancé."
Temari stiffened, her cheeks flushing with anger. "Don't talk about Shikamaru like that," she snapped, though her voice lacked conviction.
Ino laughed, a sharp, mocking sound. "Oh, come on, Temari. We all know the truth. Shikamaru may be smart, but let's face it—he's no match for him." She gestured lazily toward Sasuke, who leaned against the wall, watching the exchange with detached amusement.
Sakura sighed, shaking her head. "Ino, enough. This isn't helping."
But Ino ignored her, stepping closer to Temari until their faces were inches apart. "Admit it," she hissed. "Shikamaru doesn't make you feel what Sasuke does. He never will. He's weak. Soft. Unworthy of someone like you."
Temari's chest heaved, her fists clenched at her sides. "You don't know anything about us," she spat, though her voice wavered.
Ino smirked, her eyes gleaming with triumph. "Don't I? Or are you just too scared to admit the truth?"
Before Temari could respond, Sasuke intervened, stepping between them. "Enough," he said, his tone firm but not unkind. He reached out, cupping Temari's chin. "You're mine now. Isn't that what you wanted?"
Her resistance crumbled under his touch, the heat of his palm searing through her defenses. She swallowed hard, her eyes darting to Ino and Sakura, who watched intently. "I… I don't know," she murmured, but the fire building inside her told a different story.
Sasuke's lips curved into a predatory smile. "Let me show you then," he said, his voice dripping with promise.
He kissed her, slow and deliberate, his tongue coaxing hers into submission. Temari melted against him, her body betraying her mind as she surrendered to the intoxicating pull of his embrace. Behind them, Ino and Sakura exchanged glances before joining in, their hands roaming over Temari's body like wildfire.
Ino's lips brushed against Temari's ear, her breath hot and teasing. "See?" she whispered. "This is where you belong. With us. With him."
Temari's breath caught as Sakura's fingers traced the curve of her hip, gentle yet possessive. "You're part of something bigger now," Sakura murmured, her voice calm and reassuring. "Something powerful."
The room seemed to spin around them, the lines between pleasure and pain blurring as hands and lips explored every inch of Temari's body. Ino's earlier insults echoed in her mind, each cruel word mingling with the ecstasy coursing through her veins.
"Shikamaru doesn't deserve you," Ino purred, her teeth grazing Temari's neck. "He's nothing compared to Sasuke. Nothing."
Temari moaned, the sound torn between pleasure and despair. "Y-you're wrong," she gasped, though her body arched into Ino's touch.
"Am I?" Ino taunted, her laughter low and wicked. "Then why are you here? Why are you letting us do this to you?"
Temari couldn't answer, her thoughts scattered as Sakura's hands slid between her thighs, expertly coaxing her closer to the edge. Sasuke's lips trailed down her collarbone, his tongue leaving a trail of fire in its wake.
"Tell me," Sasuke commanded, his voice raw with desire. "Who do you belong to?"
"You," Temari breathed, the words spilling from her lips before she could stop them. "I belong to you."
Ino grinned, triumphant. "That's right. And don't you forget it."
As the intensity grew, Sakura paused, her fingers stilling. She met Temari's gaze, her expression softening. "There's something else you should know," she said quietly. "You're pregnant."
The words hit Temari like a thunderclap, her breath catching in her throat. She stared at Sakura, her mind reeling. "W-what?"
Sakura nodded, her green eyes steady. "It's true. You're carrying Sasuke's child."
Temari's heart raced, a mix of fear and exhilaration flooding her senses. She looked to Sasuke, who smiled faintly, his dark eyes gleaming with pride.
"Congratulations," he murmured, his hand resting possessively on her abdomen. "You've given me exactly what I wanted."
Ino chuckled, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "Looks like you're officially part of the Uchiha legacy now. No turning back."
Temari opened her mouth to speak, but before she could form a response, Sasuke captured her lips again, silencing any protest. The room seemed to fade away, leaving only the four of them entwined in a web of desire, power, and danger. And as the flames of passion consumed her, Temari knew—there was no going back.
Sasuke's lips lingered on Temari's, his touch possessive and unyielding. The room grew hotter, the air thick with tension as Ino and Sakura watched, their eyes gleaming with approval and something darker—something primal. When Sasuke finally pulled away, Temari was breathless, her chest rising and falling rapidly. She could feel the weight of his gaze, the intensity of his desire, and it sent a shiver down her spine.
Ino stepped forward first, her fingers tracing the curve of Temari's jaw. "You belong to him now," she said, her voice low and sultry. "But don't think that means you're alone." Her lips brushed against Temari's ear, sending another jolt through her. "We're all his. And we take care of each other."
Sakura moved next, her hands sliding up Temari's arms, leaving goosebumps in their wake. "You're carrying his child," she whispered, her tone both reverent and possessive. "That makes you one of us. And we don't leave anyone behind."
Temari tried to speak, but words failed her. Her mind was a whirlwind of emotions—confusion, fear, and an undeniable attraction to these people, to him. Sasuke's fingers intertwined with hers, pulling her closer until their bodies were pressed together. His breath was warm against her skin as he murmured, "You've always been strong, Temari. But with me… you'll be unstoppable."
The words ignited something deep within her, a spark of defiance mingling with surrender. She tilted her head back, meeting his gaze boldly. "Show me," she challenged, her voice steady despite the storm inside her.
A smirk played at the corner of Sasuke's lips. "Gladly."
He kissed her again, this time with a ferocity that left her gasping. His hands roamed her body, claiming her as if she were his only focus. But then she felt other hands—Ino's, soft yet insistent, exploring her curves; Sakura's, firm and deliberate, igniting every nerve they touched. The combination was overwhelming, and soon Temari was lost in a sea of sensations.
Ino's lips trailed down her neck, her teeth grazing lightly over sensitive skin. "You taste like victory," she purred, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "Like power."
Sakura's hands cupped Temari's breasts, her thumbs circling over hardened peaks. "You're perfect," she whispered, her breath hot against Temari's ear. "Strong enough to carry his legacy."
Temari moaned, the sound escaping before she could stop it. Her body arched into their touches, craving more. Sasuke's hands gripped her hips, lifting her effortlessly and guiding her onto the bed. He followed her down, his body pressing against hers as Ino and Sakura positioned themselves on either side.
"Let go," Sasuke murmured, his voice a commanding whisper. "You're safe here. With us."
And she did. As their hands and mouths explored every inch of her, Temari surrendered completely. Ino's lips found hers, the kiss deep and hungry, while Sakura's skillful fingers teased between her thighs. Sasuke watched it all, his dark eyes burning with pride and possession. When he finally joined them, the sensation was electric, his body moving against hers in a rhythm that felt both primal and divine.
The intensity built quickly, a wildfire consuming everything in its path. Temari clung to Sasuke, her nails digging into his back as waves of pleasure crashed over her. Ino and Sakura didn't hold back either, their cries of ecstasy mingling with hers. The room was filled with the sounds of passion—heavy breaths, gasps, and the slick slide of skin against skin.
When the climax hit, it was all-consuming. Temari's vision blurred, her body trembling as waves of pleasure washed over her. She heard Sasuke groan her name, felt his grip tighten as he reached his own peak. Ino and Sakura weren't far behind, their bodies shuddering as they rode out the storm together.
For a long moment, there was only silence, broken by the sound of their ragged breathing. Temari lay between them, her heart still racing, her body humming with residual energy. She felt… different. Transformed. Like she had crossed some invisible threshold and could never go back.
Sasuke propped himself up on one elbow, his free hand brushing a strand of hair from Temari's face. "Thank you," he said quietly, his voice unexpectedly tender. "For giving me this."
Temari blinked up at him, her chest tightening with emotion. "I… I should be thanking you," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "For letting me be part of this. For giving me your child."
Sakura let out a low laugh, rolling onto her side to face them. "Oh, sweetheart," she said, her tone teasing but not unkind. "Don't get too sentimental. You're not the first, and you won't be the last."
Ino smirked, leaning in to brush her lips against Temari's shoulder. "Yeah, both of us have already given birth to his children. Along with… well, let's just say, a few others."
Temari's eyes widened, her mind struggling to process the revelation. "Wait… what?"
Sasuke's expression remained impassive, but there was a flicker of satisfaction in his eyes. "The Uchiha clan will thrive again," he said simply. "And you, Temari… you're an important piece of that future."
Temari opened her mouth to respond, but before she could form a coherent thought, Ino's lips claimed hers in a searing kiss. Sakura's hands began to wander again, rekindling the fire that had only just begun to fade.
Ino's kiss was electric, her tongue darting into Temari's mouth with a confidence that left the Sand kunoichi breathless. Sakura's hands traced patterns across Temari's bare skin, her touch feather-light yet deliberate, leaving trails of heat in their wake. Temari moaned softly against Ino's lips, her body arching involuntarily as Sakura's fingers found their way to her sensitive nipples, teasing them into hardened peaks.
Sasuke watched from the edge of the room, his dark eyes smoldering with possessive approval. He didn't need to say a word; his presence alone was enough to stoke the fire burning between the three women. Temari could feel his gaze like a physical weight, igniting something deep inside her—something primal and undeniable.
Ino broke the kiss, her breath coming in short, ragged bursts as she leaned back slightly, her violet eyes gleaming with mischief. "You're so tense, Temari," she purred, her voice dripping with sultry intent. "Let me help you relax."
Before Temari could respond, Ino's hands were on her hips, guiding her gently but firmly onto the plush bed. Sakura followed without hesitation, her emerald eyes locked onto Temari's as she straddled her legs, her fingers continuing their tantalizing exploration. Temari's breath hitched as Sakura's hands trailed lower, brushing against the insides of her thighs, coaxing her legs apart with deliberate slowness.
"You've never experienced anything like this, have you?" Sakura murmured, her voice low and husky. Her fingers danced closer to Temari's core, teasingly close but not quite touching. "Sasuke… he has needs. And we've learned how to fulfill them."
Temari's heart raced, her chest rising and falling rapidly as Sakura's words sent a shiver down her spine. She wanted to protest, to remind herself of Shikamaru, of the life she was supposed to be building with him. But the desire coursing through her veins was too overwhelming, too consuming to ignore. Her body betrayed her, aching for the touch she knew was coming.
Ino leaned down, her lips brushing against Temari's ear as she whispered, "Don't fight it. You belong to him now. Just like we do." Her hand joined Sakura's, their fingers intertwining as they finally touched Temari where she needed it most. A gasp escaped Temari's lips as pleasure surged through her, sharp and immediate.
Sakura's lips curled into a wicked smile as she glanced up at Sasuke. "She's ready," she said softly, though her voice carried an unmistakable edge of excitement. Sasuke stepped forward, his movements fluid and predatory, his Sharingan flickering faintly as he approached the bed.
Temari's eyes met his, and in that moment, she felt utterly exposed—not just physically, but emotionally. There was no hiding from him, no escaping the intensity of his gaze. He exuded power, dominance, and something else… something darker, more intoxicating. It drew her in, compelling her to surrender completely.
Ino shifted, positioning herself behind Temari, her hands sliding up the blonde's arms to hold her in place. "You're going to love this," she breathed, her voice tinged with anticipation. Sakura moved to the side, her fingers still working deftly against Temari's most sensitive spot, ensuring she stayed on the edge of ecstasy.
Sasuke knelt on the bed, his presence looming over Temari like a storm cloud ready to unleash its fury. He cupped her face with one hand, his thumb brushing over her bottom lip as he leaned in close. "You're strong, Temari," he murmured, his voice low and commanding. "But even the strongest need to submit sometimes."
His words sent a thrill through her, mingling with the pleasure Sakura was eliciting. Temari's resistance crumbled further, her body trembling as she gave herself over to the sensations engulfing her. When Sasuke's lips finally claimed hers, it was with a ferocity that stole her breath away. His kiss was demanding, possessive, and utterly consuming. Temari moaned into his mouth, her hands gripping the sheets tightly as waves of pleasure crashed over her.
Ino's lips found the nape of Temari's neck, her teeth grazing the sensitive skin there as she whispered, "Let go, Temari. Let us show you what it means to truly belong."
Sakura's fingers moved faster, her touch unrelenting as she pushed Temari closer and closer to the edge. The combined sensations—Sasuke's dominating kiss, Ino's whispered encouragements, Sakura's skilled fingers—were almost too much to bear. Temari's moans grew louder, more desperate, until she finally shattered, her body convulsing with the force of her release.
But it wasn't over. Sasuke pulled back slightly, his dark eyes boring into hers as he said, "That was just the beginning." His voice was calm, almost dismissive, as if her climax had been a mere appetizer. Temari's breath caught, her heart pounding as she realized what he meant.
Ino and Sakura exchanged a knowing glance before repositioning themselves around Temari. Ino guided her into a kneeling position, while Sakura moved behind Sasuke, her hands running possessively over his shoulders and chest. Temari watched, wide-eyed, as Sakura began to undress him, her movements slow and deliberate, each piece of clothing removed revealing more of the powerful man who had claimed them all.
When Sasuke stood before them fully bare, Temari couldn't help but stare. He was every bit as formidable as his reputation suggested, his body sculpted and imposing, radiating strength and control. Sakura's hands rested on his hips as she kissed his shoulder, her green eyes locking with Temari's. "Your turn," she said softly, nodding toward Sasuke.
Temari hesitated, her mind swirling with conflicting emotions. But the hunger in Sasuke's eyes was impossible to ignore, and the lingering tremors of pleasure still coursing through her body made it clear that resisting wasn't an option. Slowly, tentatively, she reached out, her fingers brushing against his thigh before trailing upward.
Ino's hands settled on Temari's shoulders, her voice encouraging. "Go on. He's ours, but right now… he's yours."
Temari's breath hitched as her hand closed around Sasuke, her touch tentative at first but growing bolder as she felt his response. He let out a low groan, his head tipping back slightly as her fingers explored him. Sakura's lips grazed his neck, her hands moving to Temari's, guiding her motions. "Like this," Sakura whispered, her voice a mix of instruction and encouragement.
Ino's lips found Temari's ear again, her breath warm as she murmured, "You're doing so well. He loves being worshipped… and trust me, you'll love it too."
Temari's confidence grew with every passing second, her movements becoming more assured as she pleasured Sasuke under the watchful eyes of Ino and Sakura. The room was alive with tension, the air thick with desire as the four of them became entangled in a web of passion and power.
Sasuke's hand tangled in Temari's hair, tugging gently but insistently as he guided her closer. "Show me," he commanded, his voice rough with need. "Show me what you can do."
Temari's lips parted, her heart racing as she leaned in, her breath ghosting over him before she finally took him into her mouth. The sound that escaped Sasuke—a deep, guttural groan—sent a jolt of satisfaction through her. She could feel Ino and Sakura's approving gazes, their touches on her skin spurring her on as she lost herself in the rhythm.
"That's it," Ino purred, her fingers threading through Temari's hair, urging her deeper. "Make him forget anyone else exists."
Sakura's hands caressed Sasuke's chest, her lips pressing against his collarbone as she whispered, "She's a natural, isn't she?"
Sasuke didn't answer, his focus entirely on Temari as she brought him closer to the edge. His grip tightened in her hair, his breathing becoming erratic, and when he finally tipped over, it was with a growl of pure, unrestrained pleasure.
Temari felt a surge of triumph as she pulled away, her own body thrumming with arousal. The look in Sasuke's eyes—dark, intense, and utterly satisfied—made her feel powerful in a way she hadn't anticipated. But before she could process the feeling, Ino and Sakura were pulling her back, their hands and mouths reigniting the fire within her.
"Now," Ino said, her voice thick with desire, "it's your turn again."
Sasuke's voice cut through the haze of pleasure, low and commanding, as he pulled away from Temari's trembling form. "Ino, Sakura," he said, his dark eyes glinting with authority, "train her further. She needs to understand her place."
Ino smirked, her fingers trailing along Temari's arm as she stepped closer. "Oh, we'll make sure she understands." Her voice was a purr, laced with promise and mischief. Sakura mirrored her expression, her hands already moving to Temari's hips, possessive and firm.
Temari's breath hitched as she felt their warmth surround her, their touches igniting her skin like wildfire. She tried to speak, to protest or demand answers, but Ino's lips silenced her in an instant. The kiss was deep, claiming, and Temari couldn't help but respond, her hands tangling in Ino's golden hair.
"Good girl," Sakura murmured against her ear, her breath hot and sending shivers down Temari's spine. "You're learning so quickly."
Ino pulled back just enough to whisper, "But you still have so much more to discover." Her fingers found the soft curve of Temari's waist, teasing and exploring as if mapping every inch of her.
Temari gasped, her body arching instinctively as Sakura's hands slid lower, her touch deliberate and maddeningly slow. "What… what are you doing?" she managed to ask, though her voice was barely a whisper.
"Teaching you," Sakura replied simply, her lips brushing against Temari's shoulder. "Showing you how to find your own strength—and how to use it."
Ino's hands joined Sakura's, their movements synchronized as they began to undress Temari with practiced ease. Each button undone, each layer removed felt like another step deeper into this world of submission and desire. Temari's mind raced, torn between the lingering loyalty to Shikamaru and the undeniable pull of Sasuke's dominance. But in this moment, under the hands of these two women, all thought seemed to dissolve into sensation.
"She's perfect," Ino said, her voice tinged with admiration as she traced the lines of Temari's body. "Strong, resilient, and so responsive."
Sakura nodded, her fingers dancing over Temari's thighs. "And she hasn't even begun to reach her potential yet."
Temari shuddered as their hands moved higher, their skilled fingers finding places that made her gasp and writhe. "Stop talking about me like I'm not here," she protested weakly, though her body betrayed her words, leaning into their touch.
Ino chuckled, her lips grazing Temari's neck. "Oh, we know you're here. That's why we're going to make sure you feel everything."
Sakura's hand slipped between Temari's legs, her touch eliciting a shocked moan that echoed through the room. "See? You're already responding so beautifully."
Temari's nails dug into Ino's shoulders, her body trembling as pleasure surged through her. She wanted to resist, to push them away and reclaim some semblance of control, but the sensations were too overwhelming. Instead, she let out a whimper, her hips bucking against Sakura's hand.
Sasuke watched silently from the edge of the room, his gaze intense and unwavering. His presence was a constant reminder of who held the true power in this dynamic, and yet, he stayed back, letting the women take the lead. It was as if he was testing her, seeing how far she would go, how much she would give.
Ino's mouth found Temari's breast, her tongue swirling around the sensitive peak until Temari cried out, her back arching off the bed. Sakura's fingers continued their relentless pace, driving her closer and closer to the edge.
"Look at her," Ino said, pulling back just enough to admire Temari's flushed face and trembling body. "She's completely lost in it."
Sakura smiled, her fingers slowing for just a moment. "Not quite lost yet. There's still more we can show her."
Temari groaned, her frustration evident. "Stop teasing me," she demanded, though her voice was ragged and desperate.
Ino laughed, her fingers tangling in Temari's hair as she leaned in close. "Oh, sweetheart teasing is half the fun."
Sakura's fingers resumed their rhythm, faster now, harder, pushing Temari toward the brink. "Tell us what you want," she whispered, her voice a seductive challenge.
Temari hesitated, her pride warring with the aching need coursing through her. But then Ino's mouth found hers again, silencing any protest, and her resolve crumbled. "More," she gasped against Ino's lips. "Please… more."
Sakura's smile widened, and without warning, she added a second finger, stretching and filling Temari in a way that made her cry out. Ino's hands roamed freely now, touching and caressing everywhere they could reach, leaving Temari no choice but to surrender completely.
The room blurred around her, the only reality the sensation of their hands and mouths on her skin. She felt herself spiraling, her body tightening as the pressure built and built until it finally shattered. Her scream echoed through the room, raw and unrestrained, as waves of pleasure overtook her.
Ino and Sakura didn't stop, their touches gentler now but still insistent, drawing out every last tremor of her orgasm. When Temari finally collapsed back onto the bed, her chest heaving and her body spent, they both leaned in, pressing kisses to her damp skin.
"So beautiful," Ino murmured, her voice filled with genuine admiration.
Sakura nodded, her fingers brushing a strand of hair from Temari's forehead. "And so strong. You're going to be incredible once you fully embrace this."
Temari's eyes fluttered open, her gaze drifting to Sasuke, who still stood at the edge of the room. His expression was unreadable, but there was something in his eyes—approval, maybe, or anticipation—that sent a fresh thrill through her.
"Are you ready for more?" Ino asked, her voice soft but laced with intent.
Time flew by before they all fell asleep.