Orchimaru

Orochimaru stood in the shadowed alcove of the crumbling manor, his golden eyes narrowed as he watched Killer Bee succumb to Hinata and Kurenai’s cruel ****. The air was thick with inevitability, the rebellion’s flicker of hope dwindling before his serpentine gaze. Mei held her ground nearby, lava chakra simmering, but Orochimaru’s focus shifted, a low chuckle escaping his lips as he ran his fingers through his jet-black hair. “Well, well… this certainly isn’t what I had in mind,” he rasped, his voice a sibilant taunt, his smirk widening with twisted amusement. “Foolish children, you think you can challenge me?” He summoned a wave of snakes, their fangs gleaming, a last bid to defy the nightmare closing in.

But Sasuke and Sakura stepped forward, their red-silver eyes blazing with Baby’s will, moving with an eerie synchronicity that outmatched even Orochimaru’s cunning. They were no longer his students—transformed into perfected thralls of incomprehensible power, their forms radiating divine superiority. Sasuke’s once-dark armor had fused to his silver-tinted body, his Sharingan and Rinnegan flaring as he warped the space with a flick of his hand. Kamui tore through Orochimaru’s defenses, Amaterasu’s black flames reducing his snakes to ash in an instant. His katana slashed with ruthless precision, severing Orochimaru’s arm as the sannin recoiled, blood spraying across the cracked stone floor.

Sakura closed in, her strength magnified beyond reason by Baby’s essence, her crimson eyes glinting with cold, wicked delight. She rolled her shoulders, flexing her claw-like nails as she mused, “It’s funny, isn’t it, Sasuke? He thought he was untouchable.” Sasuke remained silent, his gaze devoid of rage or grief, his only purpose to serve. Sakura vanished in a blur, her fist burying into Orochimaru’s gut with bone-shattering ****, blasting him backward through the manor’s stone wall. He coughed violently, blood spraying from his lips as he crashed into the rubble, his body spasming. Sasuke was already there, a Chidori blade piercing through Orochimaru’s chest, pinning him against a crumbling pillar, lightning coursing through his form to lock his regenerative powers in place.

Orochimaru growled, his muscles twitching as he prepared to shed his skin, to slither away—but Sasuke’s hand clamped around his throat, unrelenting. “Not this time,” he said, his voice a hollow echo of command. Sakura crouched beside him, tilting her head mockingly as she traced his cheek with a gentle touch, then dug her nails into his jaw. “You always thought you controlled us, didn’t you?” she murmured, her black lips curling into a delighted smirk. “It’s time to put you down for good.” With a swift, sadistic motion, her hand pierced his chest, ripping through muscle and bone to grasp his still-beating heart. Orochimaru’s scream cut short as she tore it free, his body convulsing, his wide eyes reflecting shock—for the first time in decades, true **** loomed.

Blood sprayed across her face, warm and crimson, as his form withered, corrupted chakra leaking from his wounds, silver tendrils wrapping around his limbs to erase his existence. The greatest manipulator, the eternal serpent, was gone, his lifeless heap a testament to his former students’ dominance. Sakura held the heart aloft, its dripping warmth coating her arm, and sank to her knees beside the corpse, her free hand sliding beneath her torn medic skirt.

“Lord Baby, this is for you,” she gasped, her voice a fervent chant as she masturbated, fingers slick with Orochimaru’s blood, the wet squelch mingling with her moans as she smeared it across her thighs. Her red-silver eyes glinted with sadistic lust, her climax building with each stroke as she basked in the kill, her pleasure a dark offering to her Master. Sasuke turned away wordlessly, his focus shifting to Mei—the last obstacle—his crimson gaze merciless as Sakura sighed in satisfaction, licking the blood from her fingers. “Well, that was fun.”