Sasuke released into his wife for the second time, his cum pushing up her belly more and more. He could hear her quietly whimpering as her womb expanded to fit his seed. He didn't let her go, though. He was a bottomless pit of hunger and need. He didn't know if he was in heat or if the snow storm outside was driving his instincts wild like this. Everything felt new, like the last several winters with a random food source hadn't happened. He'd never been married before and all of his instincts seemed to know he was. His beautiful cherry blossom that his body wanted more and more of.

Sakura squirmed under him, sure he was finished. Her husband tightened his grip on her arms and started thrusting again. Sasuke's desk creaked under the force of his movement, pens and pencils rolling off the desk as he kept fucking her. He couldn't stop. He didn't want to stop. She smelled so fucking good, too. She always smelled good but now, he was drunk off her scent. Every part of him was so needy because of her.

Her belly sloshed, slapping against his abdomen with every thrust of his. His seed. Just for her. His thoughts were getting muddled. God, Sakura smelled so good and her sound - her sweet moaning and the way she called his name- Sasuke released again. He moved harder and faster. Everything felt so good - he never wanted this to end. He was apart of his wife and she was filled with him. "Sakura," he groaned, fixing his red eyes upon his wife. She was sweaty and her cheeks were red, breasts and stomach moving together against his thrusts. She was so beautiful.

He kissed her, pressed his tongue into her mouth, still calling for her as she squeezed him tightly with release. He came too.

When the incubus took a breath, exhaustion suddenly hit him. His heart was hammering against his chest and he felt out of breath. His dark eyes slid down to his wife's belly, pushed far up with his seed. Another pen hit the ground, reminding him he had just fucked off everything on his desk - literally.

He glanced at the window - the snow storm outside had calmed. There was too much to even dream of going outside right now - but at least there was pause to it.

Carefully, Sasuke slipped out of his wife. She looked so tired on his desk - he didn't want to move her. "Sakura," he said quietly. Her green eyes wandered to him, "I'm sorry. I must have gotten excited."

She simply nodded.

Sasuke lifted her into his arms, carrying her across the hall to their bedroom and then into the bathroom. She looked pregnant with huge belly and the thought of actually mating with Sakura, producing an heir was enough to make him want to fuck her right on the counter. Instead, he pushed on her belly and watched his seed evacuate.

They had only been snowed in for a couple days, but it felt like an eternity trapped inside. "Are you cold?" Sasuke asked, rubbing Sakura's hips and stomach.

"Yeah, a bit. The heater is working but the house still feels cold." She pulled her shirt down from where it had been pulled up above her breasts.

Sasuke made a noise of understanding and stood, "You like hot chocolate right? I'll make some."

A few minutes later, Sakura managed to leave the bathroom, the ghost of her husband's touch making walking a bit difficult. She went down the stairs and saw Sasuke dropping tiny marshmallows in her mug.

She went to the living room and turned on the TV, a mindless zombie movie playing. She grabbed a blanket and sat down as Sasuke came over with the steaming mug. He set it on the table and kissed the top of her head before sitting down on the couch and pulling her into his lap.

Sakura picked up the mug and leaned back into her husband, warmth easing into her from all sides. She felt content just remaining here with her hot chocolate and her husband with the soft sounds of the TV in the background.

Sasuke suddenly stiffened under her. On the TV, a couple was desperately kissing, one last time together before the end - these kinds of movies always had a scene like that. For Sasuke, it must have been like watching food porn. Under her butt she could feel him getting hard - again.

Sasuke took the mug from her hands and set it on the coffee table. "Sorry," rasped in her ear, "I just can't seem to get enough of you."