In the past five years, she had learned things that shattered her understanding of power, wisdom far beyond her mortal comprehension, and, most of all, the unfathomable strength possessed by the blond man standing before her. Naruto Uzumaki—the son of the man she once revered—wasn't just strong. He was an overwhelming force of nature, an existence beyond any shinobi she had ever known, even surpassing the Hokage himself.
He had peeled back the layers of secrecy and revealed slivers of his truth to her—but only after demanding absolute, unwavering loyalty. And when he extended his hand, offering her the chance to stand beside him in the world he envisioned—a world of unshakable peace built upon his will—Sakura had known there was only one answer.
Yes.
It wasn't just an agreement.
It was submission! A devotion so complete it swallowed her whole.
From that day forward, Sakura Haruno ceased to be a kunoichi of Konoha. She ceased to be a daughter, a friend, a free woman. She was his. His tool. His weapon. His possession. Her heart, her body, her very soul belonged to Naruto Uzumaki, and she would gladly burn the world to ash if he so much as whispered the command.
She no longer had a will of her own. She no longer needed one.
Sakura craved his approval more than she craved air in her lungs. She found solace in surrender, ecstasy in obedience. If he demanded her betrayal, she would turn against the village without hesitation. If he wished to cast her aside, she would embrace her fate with a smile. If he wanted to break her, mold her, own every inch of her being—she would give herself freely, utterly, irrevocably.
She was no longer just Sakura. She was Naruto's.
And nothing in this world mattered more.
"Lord Naruto~..." Sakura moaned breathlessly, her voice dripping with devotion and need as their lips parted, a thin string of saliva still connecting them. Her cheeks were flushed, her emerald eyes hazy with desire, completely lost in him. She pressed her delicate, trembling body against his broad, powerful chest, heat pooling deep within her as she sought more of his touch—more of him.
Naruto smirked, his dominant presence overwhelming her as his rough hands slid down, grabbing a firm handful of her ass. He kneaded it possessively, reveling in the way she gasped, her body instinctively melting into his grasp like she was made for him. And she was.
"Such a good kunoichi for me, Sakura-chan," He murmured, his voice laced with amusement and dark satisfaction. His golden eyes bore into her, drinking in the sight of her completely surrendered to him. "And you'll only get better—stronger—because you belong to me. My perfect little kunoichi… mine to mold, mine to command, mine to use however I please."
Sakura shuddered at his words, her legs turning weak as her heart pounded wildly in her chest.
"Yes… I'm yours, Lord Naruto… only yours…" She whispered, her voice trembling with need, with reverence, with sheer, unwavering devotion.
And as his grip tightened, pulling her even closer, she knew—deep in her very soul—that she would give him everything.
Again and again.
Sakura spun around and pressed her luscious curves firmly against him, her plump ass grinding against the undeniable heat of his throbbing arousal. A shiver ran down her spine as she felt the hard, pulsating outline pressing insistently against her, radiating heat like molten desire.
With a teasing wiggle, she arched her back, rolling her hips in slow, deliberate circles, savoring the way his breath hitched and his fingers instinctively tightened around her waist.
"Aahh~!..." Sakura moaned, her breath hitching as she trembled before him. Her body, her soul—her very existence—belonged to him.
Naruto smirked darkly, his hand wrapping around her delicate throat, squeezing just enough to remind her who she belonged to. Her breath hitched, her body shuddering in pleasure at the sheer dominance he exuded.
"That's right," He growled, his golden eyes gleaming with authority. "You're mine, Sakura-chan. Your devotion, your body, your will… everything belongs to me. Your devotion will be generously rewarded."
Her emerald eyes fluttered, rolling back in bliss as her body tensed under his grip. Yet, even as she gasped for air, she shook her head feverishly.
"N-No… No need for rewards… I'm just your tool, Lord Naruto!" She cried out, her voice laced with worship. "Tools don't need gifts… Keeping me by your side is the greatest reward I could ever have! My only purpose is to serve you, to help you achieve your vision… because I am your slave, My Lord!"
Naruto chuckled, his grip tightening slightly before releasing her, reveling in the sight of his little kunoichi utterly lost in him.
"What a good and loyal kunoichi," He murmured, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of her neck before pressing a hot, possessive kiss against it. "I look forward to your unwavering cooperation."
"Yes, Sir!" Sakura gasped, her entire body convulsing in pure, overwhelming pleasure. Her core clenched desperately as a rush of heat overtook her, and with a shuddering cry, her juices drenched the fabric of her already-soaked swimsuit, rolling down her trembling thighs.
Naruto smirked, his body pressing into hers from behind as he let her feel the hardened evidence of his satisfaction against the soft, round curve of her ass.
"Then let's put your loyalty to the test," He murmured huskily. "I have your first mission, my obedient little slave. My next target… is Ino. You will help me break her, mold her into something greater—something like you. Her clan's mind techniques will be a valuable asset to my grand design."
Sakura didn't hesitate. She didn't question him. She simply smiled—devoted, obsessed, and utterly entranced.
"Your wish is my command, Lord Naruto," She whispered reverently. "I will bring her to you… I will help you shape her into your perfect tool."
Naruto smirked, his strong arms wrapping possessively around her waist as he pulled her into a heated embrace.
"I am blessed to have such an obedient kunoichi at my side," He murmured, his breath fanning over her ear as he relished the way she trembled under his touch.
Sakura clung to him desperately, her arms locked around his neck as she smothered him in feverish, wet kisses. He was her oxygen, her reason for existing, the very center of her universe.
Nothing, no village, no family, no past ties—mattered anymore. There was only Naruto.
Her heartbeat pounded wildly, echoing in his ears as she pressed herself so tightly against him that not even air could pass between them. She had crossed the line of love and tumbled headfirst into pure, unrelenting obsession.
This—this was devotion beyond mortal comprehension. Naruto Uzumaki was no mere man to her. He was her God.
And she, his most fervent, zealous disciple.
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