The Throne of Flesh

The throne room in Miguel's mansion had neither gold nor marble. The throne was made of bodies—female bodies bent in eternal submission, legs spread, mouths gaping. And in the center, Miguel reclined, naked, with Sasuke—now *Sakurako*—kneeling to his left, and Naruko to his right, both with their lips pressed against his penis as if it were their only source of air.

Sakurako, once proud, now had glazed eyes, her tongue licking the throbbing vein at the base while her hands squeezed her own breasts, her nipples hardened and dripping milk due to a *special* modification. Her black hair, once short, now fell in curls to her waist, entwining around Miguel's thighs as she swallowed half its length with a muffled moan.

Naruko, more experienced, sucked the head with obscene devotion, her fingers buried in her own vagina, already swollen and throbbing. "M-Master...", she gasped between licks, her voice choked with tears and pleasure, "please... cum on my tongue, I... I deserve it, right? I'm your bitch, your—"

Miguel interrupted her with a tug on his hair, pulling her off his cock with a wet *pop*. "You talk too much." He turned to Sakurako, who immediately took the part Naruko had left vacant, swallowing it down to his balls with a **** sound. "She's learning fast, huh?", he laughed, poking Sakurako's tongue with the head of his cock. "You traveled the whole world to become a cum receptacle. Pathetic."

Sakurako moaned *louder*, her fingers clenching on her own thighs.

Naruko, burning with jealousy, inserted two fingers into her own vagina and presented them wet to Miguel. "Look... look how easy I am for you...", she whimpered.

He spat in her face. "Lick it."

She licked his fingers as if they were sacred.

When the first string of semen gushed out, Sakurako choked, but didn't flinch—Naruko pulled her by the hair, forcing her to share, rubbing their faces together as the sperm dripped. "Take that, you rookie whore," Naruko growled, "that's what we *deserve*."

Miguel slapped both of their butts, leaving red marks. "Tomorrow," he announced, as he stood up and let the throne of flesh readjust under new bodies, "I'll bring Hinata. You'll *teach* her how to be useful."

The two ex-ninjas looked at each other—and for the first time, smiled.

After all, hell was better when shared.