The Search for the Uchiha Matriach

Sasuke’s eyes widened at Hinata’s sudden boldness.

All inhibitions were lost as Sasuke tore at his lover’s damaged kimono, exposing her bra and very bare neck. He held Hinata by the back with one hand and pulled at her dress’ ribbons – the final piece keeping the Hyuuga’s silken robe in place.

Sasuke gently nibbled at Hinata’s lower lip. This elicited a gasp from the uninhibited heiress, who aptly buried her nails down Sasuke’s clothed back – an action which did not go unrewarded.

The knot finally gave out and Sasuke dug Hinata from the heap that remained of her clothes. He basked in the sight of the half-dressed kunoichi in his arms. She was, by the far, the most beautiful creature Sasuke has ever beheld. Clad only in lingerie whose black color served to accentuate her unblemished, flushed whiteness, Hinata suddenly felt very aware of herself.

Sasuke thanked whichever god was responsible for the bountiful feast before him. Here Hinata was, in a bra that was three cups below her size and a thong to cover her womanhood – with eyes of a dangerous mix of innocence and desire.

“Is this what you’ve been hiding all these years, Hinata?”

Hinata pressed her arms over her chest. With her face red from sudden sobriety, insecurity and confusion, she spattered, “I didn’t want to – but Ino-chan – she made – EEK!”

With one hand, Sasuke pinned Hinata by her wrists over her head, pressed his lips against her ear, and whispered, “Don’t. You’re fucking beautiful. And. I. Want. You.” He pulled at his knot and opened his robe, exposing his well-toned body. There were scars here and there but these only served to make his body more appealing to her eyes. Hinata tried to avert her gaze but Sasuke kept her face in place.

“Look at me as I make you mine.” His Hyuuga lover shuddered and let out a moan, with embarrassment, desire and happiness all threatening to unhinge her already weak hold on her control.

The avenger kissed her ear and bit on her lobe, his left hand, finding its way on Hinata’s plump ass. Sasuke caressed her bare ass as he trailed kisses down her chin, her cheek, down to her neck.

God. He’s never felt this much desire for another human being before.

Hinata let out a cry as Sasuke’s hand slapped her ass. Oh no, not there. Please not, there. The gentle girl whimpered as Sasuke’s fingers found their way into her crotch.

“Shit, Hinata, you’re dripping,” Sasuke accused as her wetness seeped out of her laced panties.

“No, I –“ Hinata shut her mouth when Sasuke deftly scooped a finger inside her cunt and pulled out right after.  The Uchiha held his finger between their faces and sniffed. Almost immediately, his eyes reddened and locked at Hinata’s, “I think this is your cunt’s way of telling me to fuck you now.”

Giving the Hyuuga no chance to register the obscenity in his words, he dove between her legs and pressed them apart, “You smell so good, Hinata. I want to taste you.”

“Don’t say such embarrassing words, Sa – AH!!!” Hinata lost her grip as Sasuke’s tongue darted its way past Hinata’s panties and into her quivering cunt. Eventually, Sasuke found her clit and began to tease, lick and suck at it. Within seconds of his skilful ministrations, Hinata was squealing, moaning and buckling with abandon. “Right there, right there – oh!”

The sensations Sasuke was giving her were beyond her wildest imaginations. Never had she expected to feel such rush of warmth, desire and pleasure – from the traitor of Konoha no less. Soon, it was becoming clear that she was reaching her peak. Sasuke pulled at her clit with his lips and began sucking and licking that sensitive bud. Then, he shoved two fingers up her cunt and rubbed at that sweet spot against her walls. That was the breaking point Hinata needed to let out an earth-shattering moan that came with her first orgasm.

Shaking, Hinata absently rubbed at Sasuke’s hair as he brought his face close to hers. He wore a strange expression. Beneath his smirk, he looked unsure – worried, even. Hinata smiled weakly and gave him a chaste kiss.

His lips had the taste of her juices. A man who is not her betrothed, nor Naruto – Uchiha Sasuke no less, has known her in ways she herself never has.

This knowledge alone should have made Hinata faint – but now, with his arm around her back, one hand cupping her right cheek, and his eyes looking at her reassuringly, Hinata blushed and smiled. Now, she felt right.

Sasuke opened his mouth to say something.

But he was interrupted by the sound of crashing.

Fuck. Sasuke spun around, covering Hinata, shuriken in each palm, to see a very shocked Karin.