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Sakura settled into her seat, feeling even heavier than usual- that was probably because she needed her fix. It always made her feel bubbly and lighter, despite her true appearance, and it made her oblivious to some of the many bad things that were happening. Today, it couldn't be blocked out, however- it was a thundercloud coating her precious sun. Sasuke was dead. Just like that. Sakura had been a little fearful that he might leave her, despite bearing so many beautiful children for him, but she had never wanted or anticipated this.

Her black funeral outfit was tighter than usual… and this was one of her larger outfits, reserved for the time after she gave birth, usually, when she was a lot plumper than usual. But it had been a while since the last child was born, and the pounds still clung to her once-voluptuous figure. Still, she was attractive… to Naruto, at least, Sakura noticed. He was looking at her with a hint of pity. Leave it to Naruto to mourn over Sasuke, the man who had snatched away his beautiful Sakura with his huge cock and acts of seduction. No other man would have, and yet, here was Naruto, dressed properly in dark mourning colors, attending the funeral. Sakura assumed he had some ulterior motive to be there, and after the general part of the funeral was over she found out she was right.

As she numbly watched her children prancing around, save for the ones who were smart enough or old enough to know what was happening, Naruto slid into a seat beside her. Most of the people were gone, and now only the ones who had come for food or mirthful pleasure remained. Sasuke had had many enemies, and nearly all of them had showed up. It wasn't a surprise, really, as there were so many sadists that Sakura knew of, but still. No respect for him, even if he was lying dead in a coffin.

"Will you marry me?"

The question was so surprising that Sakura almost choked on her sake, which she had been furiously downing in hopes that it would blur her around the edges, make her oblivious to the obvious. She turned and stared at Naruto, who looked only eager. She would know if he was trying to be deceptive, because he wasn't very good at hiding his feelings- he was more sensitive than Sakura's oldest daughter, who was the feminine one of the bunch. "You thought that the best place to ask me would be at my husband's funeral?" She hiccupped, taking another sip of her drink. Sakura partly said it because of that tiny bit of fire still in her, though mostly she wanted to know how he'd respond. She wanted to hear how much he needed her or, at least, his reasons for asking.

Naruto looked down, shame in his eyes, though his face was set in a determined manner. "Yes. I can take care of you and his, uh, your children. I still love you, Sakura. I always have, even when I watched you… I mean, when you… were in bed together, that one day." He was referring to the fateful day when he had arrived home only to hear his baby son- or he had at least thought it was his at the time- screaming his head off. Obviously irritated- anyone would be, Naruto reasoned- he had stomped up the steps, but had slowed his walk when he had heard moans and squeals and mewls of delight. He could identify one of the voices, even if he didn't want to acknowledge it, and he had a very good idea of who the other man was. Still, he had tried to hope that it was someone else, another couple, no matter how stupid that was. Of course, as he had peeked into his own bedroom, he had seen Sakura and Sasuke tangled in the sheets, Sakura's large breasts bouncing and her cheeks flushed as Sasuke dominated her roughly- like a real man.

After that, he had stormed out, but Sakura hadn't run after him. Even her apology was weak and thin, and she obviously didn't mean it. It hurt Naruto badly, but he hadn't been able to hold a grudge against her for long, upon seeing how happy she was with Sasuke. He still coveted Sakura, but he wasn't ashamed of coveting another man's wife, in this case, and he had admired her whenever he could, taking guilty pleasure from masturbating to the thought- or, a few times, sight- of her.

Sakura waited while the memories replayed in Naruto's head. Finally, he said, "Please, Sakura? It would make me so happy… and I'm rich enough so that you wouldn't have to worry." It wasn't as if Sasuke and Sakura had been poor, but still, so many children were hard to keep track of, and if she wanted to give them the best of everything- and, of course, she did, as they were Sasuke's children, and her own- it would be very expensive. Marrying Naruto would mean that she wasn't alone, that her children would have all they wanted and even more, that she could fall asleep knowing Sasuke's offspring were all alive and well, continuing his legacy…

"Yes." Sakura said, a tiny bit of affection in her voice- she still liked Naruto, even after all this, though not intensely and not lustfully, not after comparing him to Sasuke- and she smiled as if she might start crying again. Naruto was happy to take her response for what it was- mild approval, he thought, and willingness to be her wife, if nothing else. Sakura's oldest son- that same wailing newborn that had tipped Naruto off to Sakura's steamy love affair- frowned in disdain and looked away as Naruto softly kissed Sakura, for all the world looking as darkly attractive, even when scowling, as his dead father.

"Don't worry, I've let it out a bit, I know how stressed you are these days about your wedding." The seamstress, who had arrived with Sakura's wedding gown in a garment bag, smiled sympathetically, using 'stressed' as a nice way of saying that Sakura had packed on the pounds since she had made the dress for Sakura's wedding to Sasuke. Sakura, a bit insulted but not enough to fight much, nodded warily, watching as the bag was unzipped. It was gorgeous, of course, the best Naruto's money could buy, but she didn't feel the giddy excitement she was supposed to, nor did she feel intensely aroused at the thought of her groom fucking her in that gown until she couldn't walk.

Of course she didn't feel happy, not enough to make her anticipate the wedding march. Her husband was dead, her real lover, the one who had been able to keep Sakura orgasming as his cum spilled into her. The children hadn't been a choice, really, but rather a result of that passion- for years, she had been pregnant in a continuous cycle, and after a while she hadn't really questioned the fact that, after the resting period between babies, she would be pregnant once more. If anything, it made Sasuke hornier, to fuck his pregnant wife mercilessly- as he had the first time, when Sakura had been alone in the hospital. He had found her fucking herself with her fingers urgently, moaning and murmuring lustful little sounds, obviously thinking of Sasuke.

And so, Sakura had actually looked forward to giving birth, though also the child, as it meant that Sasuke would hump her to the point of exhaustion, though she dutifully delivered every baby despite her tiredness. Every day with Sasuke had been sensual, heavenly, and loving at the same time. Of course she loved him- how couldn't she?- and it had been a huge blow to see him lying in that coffin. She had assumed that his eyes would fly open, those lips- still curved into a smirk- would find hers, and his pants would be down in two seconds. But, no… that was not what had happened.

Sakura stepped into the dress, the seamstress lacing it up- it was a bit tight, but nothing Sakura couldn't handle. It made her breasts look fantastic, if nothing else, as they were at least half out of the clothing. She waved away the seamstress, and once the woman had literally stepped over the threshold- and not even before the woman closed the door- Sakura had turned jittery, anxious, though not over her wedding.

God, she needed something… she craved that high she got from drugs, which was topped only by sex with Sasuke. Once, she had combined them both, and it had felt like nothing on the earth she had ever experienced. She sucked on a cigarette, ignoring the fact that she wasn't supposed to be smoking, and held the smoke in for nearly a minute before exhaling. It didn't help, though, and she could only look forward to the fact that her dealer would be attending the wedding.

Why should she expect his arrival and not her own ceremony? Two words: fantastic drugs. Hopefully she could get high enough to forget this tomorrow, as she'd surely have to tame down her behavior to convince Naruto's family and friends that she really had decided to remarry him out of love, and that the relationship with Sasuke had been purely out of necessity, after she realized her 'mistakes'. If she acted bristly and sarcastic, or at least only like that, his family would surely make sure Naruto didn't give her an extra dime.

Just as she was knocking back a shot to remove the jitters, an attractive black man stepped into the dressing suite. "Hey, baby." He chuckled, taking in her appearance. Despite the pudge of her stomach and the signs of aging, worsened by so much drug and alcohol abuse. He noticed the slinky dress discarded on the floor, smiling to himself. If he had a body like that, he'd wear nothing, too… even if he was a bit… wider than he used to be, just as Sakura was.

But he himself was very skinny- anyone who guessed his occupation could say why- but his weight seemed to be one of the only physical side effects. Otherwise, he walked smoothly and had suffered nothing else from blatant drug use. "Hello, blushing bride." He rumbled in his delectable voice, coming up behind her and putting his large hands on her waist. He rubbed her hips very, very slowly, knowing this would turn her on. And it did- as she heard the scratchy sound of his fingers on the beading and saw his coy smile, she grinned, her eyes youthful in comparison to the wrinkles under her eyes. Still, she was pretty.

"You brought it?" Sakura squealed, turning around to face him and give him a hot kiss on the lips. He's always been extremely sexy to her, though Sasuke had always won out in the end- as such she hadn't ever acted on it. Now, Naruto was the only sexual option, and she'd much rather have Roman dominate her. Much, much, much rather.

"Your wedding present?" He raised his eyebrows, smiling as she kissed him. "'Course, babe, anything for my princess." He pulled out the baggie and allowed Sakura to snatch it, and he even helped her finish the drug off, snorting the tiniest bit. She had always been a fantastic customer, as Sasuke had enough money to pay for her… hobbies. "What's your method of payment, sugar? You don't have the dark horse to pay, but I trust you've figured something out."

Sakura blindly handed him a crumpled stack of bills, and for a second he frowned. Not because it wasn't enough, but because he had expected her new, limited flow of funding meant she'd pay him with something even more valuable. He'd offered enough times to pay her for her 'services', maybe even get her a bit extra. But she only paid for the extra and declined, leaving him to find some cheap whores on the sidewalk. They were okay for a quick fix, but Ronan had a craving for someone like Sakura- sexy in every sense, the kind of hot you couldn't imitate with your body. It was in her walk, her words, her smile, her eyes… it was everything about her, and not even her cigarette breath or bits of chub could turn him off- in fact, the smell reminded him of her and made him get hard even when she wasn't around.

But in the next second, Sakura was biting Roman's neck, letting out a sensual little moan. She'd been considering letting him have some of her, but not all- the drugs were that little push she needed to make the move. Or, rather, ask him for more. "Fuck me, Ronan." She growled, the vulgar words contrasting starkly against her innocent white gown and flawless hair and makeup, which had been done to make her look a little better than usual.

Ronan was so shocked he froze, the hands that had been running along the beads stopping instantly. "Did I tell you to stop touching me?" Sakura, emboldened, slid her hand down his pants and squeezed his obvious erection, though she gasped in surprise. Ronan was absolutely enormous, like Sasuke, and just thinking of the fact that she'd have to satisfy Naruto's tiny cock made her thirsty for a real fucking.

Luckily for her, Ronan jumped into action the second she brushed her fingers on his throbbing cock. "In your wedding dress? How rude of me." He tutted, at the same time thrusting his hips so that Sakura held his erection further. When he saw her shocked expression, most likely at his size, he grinned wider. "Did I tell you to stop touching me?" He hissed, pushing her against the wall. He ground his hips against her hand, which seemed to break her spell just the tiniest bit, though it was obvious she was still very stunned.

Sakura gasped and shook her head in response to his question, and tried to close her hand around his huge shaft… and she couldn't. She felt a surge of wetness soak her underwear. "Oh, fuck me…" She breathed, using a common expression for surprise. Ronan, obviously, took that opportunity.

"I will." He pushed her against the wall further, unzipping her dress the tiniest bit so that her boobs spilled out of her corset. He lathered them with his tongue, sucking greedily on her nipples. He moaned appreciatively- he'd always loved her tits. His favorite pastime, at least, before today, had been watching her body move, especially when her breasts bounced and her whole body undulated like a smooth wave as she walked.

Sakura desperately tugged at his pants, fumbling with his tight belt. Her fingers were skillful, luckily, when she was in heat, and she slid them down for better access. He was pulsing, and as she pulled down the pants he pushed her down to the floor, watching as if mesmerized as her bare boobs bounced upon her knees hitting the floor. He didn't even get to say 'suck it', because as soon as Sakura was faced with the skin of his member she dragged her tongue along the skin, cheeks as pink as her hair and her small tongue. She took him into her mouth barely a second later, putting him immediately down her throat and taking even more in.

Ronan grinned and let out a groan as his hips bucked into her poor throat, but she seemed to love it, and he couldn't even blink as he looked down at her bouncy breasts. Just seeing her doing it to him, for some reason, made him hornier. "More." He commanded, knowing Sakura loved domination to some degree, and he was right this time. Sakura eagerly stuffed his cock down her throat, the feeling of her trying to swallow hitting Ronan. It was like a vibrator, almost, as the feeling wouldn't stop, and he hissed out in admiration. How did this girl do it?

He felt his heat rising but didn't want to stop yet. He pulled himself away with a wet pop as his erection left her mouth, and she crawled forward to lick the pre-cum off of his tip. Her tongue swirled around him lovingly, and he couldn't help but grab her hair and gently pull her upwards a bit. He leaned down and had to use both hands to pull up the dress, just so his silky skin could brush against her legs as he pushed the silk upwards. Luckily she hadn't gotten a dress with too many poofy layers- that would've been hell for him, and he would have ducked under the gown and just started using his tongue to fuck her.

But now, he pushed his erection into her open legs, his tip wiggling against her wet pussy. She arched her back and almost did a split, her legs widening, and this was the reaction he'd been waiting for. Now with full access, he relentlessly pushed his enormous cock into her, not giving Sakura even a moment to process the feeling before he started pushing into her. Sakura felt the sides of him tickle her walls teasingly, which soon heated up as the friction increased. He angled himself so that he was going directly into her, making both her pleasure and his much more intense.

Her walls tightened like a vice, making him let out a primal mix of a laugh and a yell. Ronan ground his hips on hers, and they slid to the ground a moment later, both of them concentrating so much on the sex that their legs didn't really want to hold them up. Just in time, Ronan heard footsteps in the hall and rolled them into a closet, though it pained him to do so. He had barely managed to reach up and shut the door before someone called Sakura's name. The person could be heard shifting around as Ronan continued to pound into Sakura, whose ass was pounding against the floor as he fucked her, though not loud enough to be heard.

She made continual gasping noises, but they too weren't heard, and she made an effort not to scream as he hit a spot that made her whole body shudder and quake. Whoever was in the other room said something to someone else, something that sounded like a 'keep looking'. After a few more minutes of Ronan humping Sakura like a rag doll, they both heard- and felt- the strains of the bridal march being played nearby, as the hall was on the other side of the wall.

"No." Sakura growled stubbornly, though it was so weak and breathy that Ronan wanted her to say his own name like that. "Don't… ahhh." She thrusted her hips upwards, loving the way he moved, so different from Sasuke but so… damn… good. "Don't slow… d-down! I n-need you. Oh, Ronan!" She screamed loudly, as she felt him push down into her hard, showing her he had no intention of stopping.

Now that she had said his name like that, he allowed himself to fully let go. He let his hands lay on the hardwood flooring, aching but strong, as he moved from side to side to get in even deeper, making Sakura scream softly once more. It wasn't heard, as the bridal march was being played so that it extended- the wedding party was hoping it would draw Sakura from hiding, as Naruto had insisted she hadn't left him at the altar.

Knowing people would soon assume Sakura didn't care, he picked up the pace, knowing he'd be doing this as soon as tonight. That little Naruto wasn't enough for her, he knew. He gritted his teeth and grunted, using every last bit of his primal strength to shove his cock deep inside of her trembling, dripping pussy. He couldn't hold off anymore- he felt his climax being reached and groaned so loudly it almost hurt Sakura's ears. It was amazing, and the sound fused with the wedding march in her memory, so that she would remember only this part of the wedding.

As she felt his hot cum pour into her at an alarming speed, she screamed and began to orgasm, her body moving without her commands. Her nails dug into his back, leaving little marks that he'd feel later to remember every little twitch of Sakura's body. Sakura came, her cum spilling out of her and mixing with Ronan's. It spilled onto her dress, though luckily only the inside. Ronan immediately pulled out, and was extremely pleased to hear Sakura's whimper of protest. "Oooh, baby…" He ducked under the skirt, lapping up the cum that was still coming out of her. She moaned girlishly as his rough tongue plunged into her, his face covered with her cum. After she had stopped cumming- mostly- he pulled up her panties and adjusted the garter after. "I'll see you tonight. Did you think I'd leave you hanging?" He teased, kissing her pretty mouth with his aggressive lips. "Now go marry that idiot. We need a cover up, baby." Her rubbed her hips and kissed her quickly, picking her limp body up in his arms and opening the closet door. Half dragging her, he pressed the bouquet into her hands and pushed her lightly out the door, making her stand. With one final chuckle, he closed the door behind them and slipped away down the hall, to sit with the other guests.

Sakura panted, pulling up her bodice and trying not to sprint after him and demand more. A friend of hers rounded the corner, and upon seeing her loosened bodice she shook her head. "Bathroom. I told them you were around that time of the month, the idiots, they thought you left him." Her friend smirked and re-laced Sakura speedily, guiding her to the aisle. Sakura began walking, and the lateness was immediately pardoned by everyone in the room. Her hair was prettily mussed- by Ronan's hands- and she had a flush on her face- caused by Ronan fucking her on the floor of a dark closet.

Naruto, mistaking the blush for one of love, grinned and folded his hands. At last, he thought, he had Sakura's heart.