Bedding

The Uchiha still practice an old-fashioned bedding ceremony.

She gave his member three kisses, one between the testicles to encourage his seed, another, above the larger veins, thanking them for the supply of nutritious blood to Itachi's breeding tool, and the last at the very tip, for good fortune when breaking her maidenhead.

In the end, his foot-long cock was covered in red lipstick. Naruko had symbolically blessed the conquest of her own body, legitimizing his ownership over her. No woman would ever be the same after surrendering so completely.

After her display of submissive affection, Naruko willingly gave herself into Itachi's muscular arms. Hard and eager, his weapon of mass reproduction was ready for the main event. The serpent pounced for the prey inside its moist entrance. There he would find Naruko's delicious eggs.

"Ahh, Itachi..." She gasped, not purely out of pain. "Please, they're watching us."

"Sshh..." He soothed her. "You're thinking overmuch."

Itachi couldn't care less about his family watching or even his envious little brother with a scowl and clenched fists. They embraced each other fondly. Itachi pumped himself in and out of her, gentle in his pace.

"Think only of your cunt, how good it feels." He whispered huskily in her ear, planting a kiss down the neck. "Or even better, think of your womb and the beautiful children we will make."

She nodded and thought no more. Her mind and cunt were filled with Itachi.