"Eet iz confirmed! 'E was seen! My spies, zey 'no zeir jobs!"
"That monster… taking our future wives to such places, to defile them!"
"So, then…" a blond young man with bulging muscles began, looking around. In the penumbra of the dark, candlelit room, all that was visible was his companions, both of whom were throwing off the hooded cloaks that they'd been wearing when they entered the room
A smaller boy with purplish hair and the brown uniform of a civilian school frowned. "Yes."
The third, a foppish blond in a three piece suit with odd ornaments for his shoulders and a single coattail, nodded and set a doll he held on the table in front of them. "Let zis be e' symbol! 'E is our enemy, an' we weel not accept defeet!" he said, slamming his hand against the table.
"We will not surrender!" the other blond stated.
Then, the purplish haired boy pulled out a small phial, uncorked it and poured its contents over the doll, grinning in a nasty manner.
The muscly blond pulled out a small matchbox from his pocket, pulling out one match. "We will make you pay, you waifu stealer!"
He quickly lit one of the matches and dropped it on top of the doll. It burst into flames, the liquid soaking it being highly flammable.
The doll, made of cloth, quickly burned to ashes, leaving only a dark stain on the fireproof table beneath. An unnoticeable stain amongst the many others, of many different shapes, textures and colors, that littered the table.
"They will be ours!" the purplish haired young man added, punching the table himself. "Naru-chan and Sat-chan, Konoha's idols, need true men! Men who will love them the way they need to be loved!"
"Yeah!" the large blond said, pumping his fist.
"Men 'o deserve zem, like us!" the foppish blond added.
The same large blond cheered again.
"Men who know how to put them in their place, on their knees in front of us, with our dicks up their—"
"Dude! What the fuck!?" the cheering was stopped when the large blond seemed outright shocked at that.
"Just think about it," the purplish haired teen said, grinning lecherously. "With a little training, and some conditioning, you could have them eager to please our every whim! Just try to picture it—you come back home, after a hard day's work at wherever you get a job at, and when you come home, you see both of them, naked apron style, with a wonderful spread for dinner, and then, hugging each other, rubbing against each other's bodies, they ask 'would you like a bath, dinner, or us?'!" the man said, grinning lecherously as he imagined, rubbing his hands against each other.
Both of the other two chuckled perversely as they imagined the idea, twin trickles of blood trailing down to their mouths from their nostrils.
"And just try to think about it, when you answer "I'd like you two,"…" the speaker continued. "Just try to imagine it, Naruko going to her knees with a happy smile on her face, undoing your belt with her soft hands, pulling your pants down, and just nuzzling against your crotch, as if it's the greatest, most beautiful thing she's ever seen, while Satsuki gets started on your shirt, button by button, while you explore her mouth with your tongue… And then, you feel a soft breeze—your underwear's gone, and then all you can feel is the most wonderful heat and softness in the world, and when Satsuki lets you go and pulls back to remove your shirt fully, you look down, and see Naruko, with her breasts wrapped around your manhood, looking up with love and adoration for you, as if her entire purpose in life was solely to give you pleasure.
"She's loving every second of it, and you know it, but you can't focus solely on her, so while one of your hands goes to the back of her head, to push her until you can feel her nose poking your body, to guide her where you want her to be, the other hand sneaks behind Satsuki, and you knead the soft flesh of her butt, so firm, yet so delightfully soft, all at once, before moving on, teasing her core from behind, softly, only to keep her excited, only to find out that she's soaked all the way through.
"She's ready, and she wants it. She wants it bad. 'Koibito,' she gasps, 'I want it, I want it so much! Give it to me! Give it to me hard, and long and—' but you silence her with a kiss, and then push her on her back, so she lays against the ground. You pull Naruko back by her hair, and she looks at you with love even through the pain.
"She helps you out of your pants, but when you reach for a condom, she stops you. "We want your children, Koibito, we want dozens of your children!" she says, excitedly, and you can't help but go with it. So then you kneel, holding yourself just above Satsuki's folds. You rub your head against her, moistening your tip. She's gushing, so it's easy, but you know that she's impossibly tight. Retired though she might be, she's still a trained shinobi, and she still trains so she can keep fit and attractive for you. You can hear her whimper, softly, as you deny her the prize she wants so much.
"You can't deny her anymore, when she looks at you, begging you to give it to her. And you want to hear her—you want to hear her voice, her moans, her gasps, her yells. You want to hear her scream, and so with baited breath, you push all the way in in one single stroke, parting her folds at once, and you can hear her scream—"
"SHINJI-KUN!"
The sound of the 'mood setting' music being stopped all of a sudden, but the other two merely groaned and slumped on their chairs.
The purple haired young man cringed. "Mom! I'm busy!"
"Are you talking with your friends again, Shinji? Ask them if they want to stay for dinner!"