Chapter 11: Chapter 10 - Wedding 1

Essentially all of Naruto's women were active Shinobi or in the reserve forces.

Furthermore when a kunoichi became pregnant she entered the reserves as a default, only to see battle when the enemy was already tearing her house apart. It was paid leave. Hell, if they had a low mission frequency before pregnancy it might be considered a raise.

Konoha believed in the 'king' after all. And the 'king' was the next generation.

The will of fire meant there had to be someone to pass it on to.

For a kunoichi, it was more important than anything. It was a large part of the biological imperative after all. But if Naruto thoughtlessly impregnated all the kunoichi at hand, Konoha would lose too much ability.

So far from the spontaneous act often found in porn, knocking up a woman was something to be carefully considered in Naruto's mind.

Sometimes, true, there was no discussion. But he at least considered the situation, even if he didn't give the woman a say.

Of course, this unilateralism was only imposed on the women he knew very well. For instance, his wife.

It only made sense that his legal wife would sire his first child. Aside from the issue of inheritance lines, it was simply polite.

It was their wedding night.

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Hinata was a traditionalist. There was no dress or veil.

There were kimono and hakama. Seiza and sake. It was a calm, but joyous affair. The glowing joy on his wife's face would be carried in Naruto's heart forever.

The Hyuuga didn't have the tradition of not seeing the bride before the wedding though, so her polite seiza posture was a little sullied during the reception.

In town, he liked to keep his women stuffed on principle. A little bit of warm jism pooled onto the silk ceremonial cushion she was kneeling on throughout the reception.

Of course, it wasn't only her.

Sakura and Ino sat together while considering the happy couple.

"Aren't they cute?"

"Yeah." Sakura said with a hint of longing.

"This spread isn't bad. Though of course I have my diet. But then that's one of those wedding things, right? Calorie counts don't count today, and a guarantee to get laid at night?" Ino said with a shoulder nudge.

"Probably not." Sakura admitted. It's Hinata's night. Can't get Master's cock tonight. Can't get fucked. Can't get my poor ass reamed. Can't chocke on him. Can't lick.

...Can barely fucking breathe. I'm having panic attacks thinking about this.

…

"...Hahaha..." Ino laughed dryly. "...You too... huh? How did... you and I end up like this Sakura? Weren't we #1 and #2 in the Sasuke Fan Club? We were the top hotties back in the academy. Wet dream city... right? Now we can't even get laid? What's wrong with our husbands, right?"

Sakura wasn't listening at all to her friend/rival's bedroom plights.

Though the cum her master had pumped her full of in the morning hadn't even dried, Sakura still wanted him powerfully.

Perhaps weddings really were an aphrodisiac.

I… I guess I could ask Naruto if I could let Sasuke…

… Ugh. Fuck that. Why is that so revolting?

Was Sasuke always that scrawny and disgusting?

Wash your fucking greasy hair Sasuke. Spend some time in the sun you pasty, clammy little...

No. He's my husband. What am I thinking? I love him. I care for him deeply.

It's only tonight and a weeklong honeymoon. I can endure being empty for a week. I can live without my Naruto's unnecessarily fat cock stuffed into my aching holes. It's not even natural how he stuffs me. My hips were giving out anyway. My throat was getting raspy anyway. I could use a break from that sex fiend. Baka. Hentai.

*whimper*

How am I going to wake up? How will I go to bed without him inside of me?

C-Come on. Sasuke-kun did me like twice a year. I can live without sex for a week!

*whimper*

Six days, twelve hours, thirty-two minutes, to be precise.

Ah…. The cum he put in me this morning. Maybe I can scoop it out of me, into a bottle, and stretch it over the week.

God, I've become dependant. I'm showing all the classic signs of addiction. One week…

Sai, no running away tonight. Ino thought, while she was hiding her own problems. At least I hope. It's well known that weddings get couples worked up, right? Yeah… yeah… I'm getting laid tonight.

Fuck. I'm so dry. I need it.

I'll… I'll get him drunk and – what am I saying? I'm smoking hot! This kimono couldn't hug me tighter, and I'm wearing nothing underneath. Sai better be enthusiastic later or I swear to God…

Maybe I'll see about the available sake.

Ino struck up a different conversation in order to mask her pain. "Hey, that's a wonderful perfume, forehead."

"Huh?" Sakura hadn't worn any lately. Her man's scent would be her scent for the immediate future – he had been very clear.

"Kind of a…" Ino mused. "A… savory… scent? A little tangy? A little… I don't know. It smells really nice."

"Oh." Sakura blushed. "I-Ignore that."

Was her chastity belt coming undone? Well it wasn't airtight or anything.

It was a few weeks after Naruto had beaten her fiancée to a bloody pulp and raped her against the tree of Training Ground 7. A few weeks since she had succumbed to the endless pleasures of having a real man inside of her, filling her up.

A few weeks since she had moaned like a whore for her rapist, bucked needily against him, and cum for him over and over while her loser husband impotently lost.

A few weeks since being won like a prize, and loving it. Naruto had been obsessed with keeping her and Hinata freshly claimed at all times.

Perhaps he thought that, somehow, since he had taken a woman from his rival, that there was a way they could be lost in the same manner.

So he kept their wombs bursting at all hours of the day. He had called Sakura over this morning and – damn her weak will – of course she had thrown peanut butter onto bread for her husband and hastily prettied herself off before running off to another man.

She had walked in on Naruto pumping delicious seed into his soon-to-be wife. What a perfect way to start the day, she jealously felt.

And then Naruto had turned around, his cock still drooling cum, and grinned.

She had mewled into the bedsheets next to his fiancée as she was filled up for the morning.

God, she was addicted to him.

And then of course, the chastity belt with a little plug to keep the cum inside all day.

Obviously her husband didn't have the key.

The point was that it wasn't air tight. And the now cool, sticky cum was probably the scent Ino was marking.

Yes, of course it was delicious, Sakrua thought.

For a kunoichi, her man's seed was irresistible.

"New perfume? Don't hold out. Or maybe it's something on your plate? Whatever smells so wonderful, it must be delicious."

"I have to taste it once a day or I don't feel sane anymore."

"Aha! I knew it! Hey, don't hog the secret!"

"Oh look, there's the sake."

"Sakura!" Ino complained.

Sakura blushed, speaking of such things with her husband nearby. Though he was more interested in the d'orderves than her, her dress, or her entire life, of course.

Naruto himself had been awoken by his fiancée's signature blowjob all week.

Scented, edible massage oil, heated just right. This was poured into the valley of Hinata's robust, snowy breasts and worked over his shaft with nimble fingers.

Waking up with his cock sliding between glistening, large breasts, with his wife-to-be sucking stealthily on the meaty rod that poked through her bosom…

The height of luxury.

And then he would take his choice of her holes. Since the oil was at hand and already coating his slippery shaft, he often made use of it to conveniently fuck her ass.

He enjoyed wildly tossing his woman against a surface and plunging into her ready ass first thing in the morning.

"Slut." He'd say as he took long strokes into her. "You needy, greedy slut."

Hinata's naked body was ripe with womanhood. She had the plump figure in her hips and breasts that gave her the perfect cushion for sex. She was simply built for it.

Her heavy breasts swayed as he reached around to grasp them. He'd manhandle them. Squease them and pinch them while he pounded deep into her tiny rosebud.

Hinata kept her ass clean and ready all day. Oh, she was ever available for her man.

She couldn't get enough. She had left her sanity aside long ago. Long ago she had drowned in the sea of his endless lusts. His thickness and leangth pounded her so deep that she wondered if he could scratch her stomach, and she loved it. She couldn't stand it, and always fell limp quickly. But he simply held her in place by her swaying breasts and rocked her whole body with every deep thrust.

She came constantly in the mornings, screaming cries of lust with every slap of his hips.

She, being a chaste princess, had found the act so demeaning and filthy at first.

Of course, it only drove her wilder. It only proved the depths that she would sink for her Naruto-kun. It was how deeply he commanded her.

She took a deep load into her ass amongst wails of pleasure, every day that week.

Today as well, she was leaking cum from the back and the front.

Hinata had been in 'good wife' overdrive for the week leading up to their wedding. She demurely chased down his every inconvenience, and eradicated it methodically.

Her dutiful expression as she seriously addressed the best way to suck him to wakefulness was adorable.

And Naruto had a calm, pleasant wedding.