A history of her forbidden desires

In her more naive days of the academy, the Naruko had something of a fling for her sensei, Mizuki. The wild hair the roguishly handsome face, those cruel fearsome eyes. All of it did strange things to her stomach. Things that Naruko couldn't even begin to understand.

She even caught sight of him once in the bathroom after training. All hard with muscle and scars, a body that could grab and pin down any woman into a mating press. And his cock... Even soft, it had to be at least eight inches with massive balls full of spunk.

Naturally, she masturbated at those memories for many years, thinking of how they could cover her in white.

But as she grew up, the two rarely interacted anymore and the memories of his sadistic tongue lashings debasing her, something that she hated and loved at the same time, his look of smug superiority as if Naruko herself was nothing but trash, all those things just vanished into the background.

The wild blonde grew into a stunning beauty, a competent fighter who took the village by storm...

But she could never get rid of that old part of herself. That innate female instinct. That desire to shrink and submit to the authority of an arrogant and handsome man that would take charge, that would take Naruko by the hair, drag her home and fuck her into motherhood, fuck her until her shinobi career was all but gone.

Even before she was aware of it, the instinct drove her. It had driven her towards Sasuke during her genin days, even if Naruko was loath to admit it at the time. He was handsome, arrogant, and looking to plant his seed and "restore his clan".

Deep down Naruko knew what she wanted, how hysterical she was to get his attention and be claimed before he chose any other female for wife, to give him a buck load of dark-haired and dark-eyed boys, all looking exactly like Sasuke.

But her naive mind wasn't ready to deal with it. And so, she developed her so-called "eternal rivalry", even as her blood boiled, and her womb ached for something else.

But that had been a dead-end. Sasuke was all talk and no action. More concerned with that stupid ****.

Naruko was furious at the time, even if she didn't yet know the real reason. That would only come with the damn book, the one with the female jounin that shared so much of her predicament and the man who gave her purpose. At the end, she was heavily pregnant, servicing her owner's cock. Naruko hated her for it.

Naruko now knew what she wanted, what she had wanted for all her life. But sadly, it was too late. Naruko had responsibilities after the war, her life no longer her own. Everything was for the village and one day Naruko would ascend to the position of Seventh Hokage.

She sighed.

It wasn't proper for the Hokage to dream of her own defeat, was it. To be the possession of some man.

With a heavy heart and an aching womb, Naruko disposed of her book in never see it again...

Or maybe not.