RiaN Chapter 10.5 (Patreon)

[Author's Note. In this chapter, it's heavily implied that three people are in a three-way relationship with one another. The couple is a M/M/F, there isn't anything that happens between the two males. Just wanted to give a heads up, so if you want to skip it, don't read the last part.]

Orochi’s Point of View

I coughed again as more blood came out. I could feel myself weakening and soon would be bedridden. Before that happened, I planned to sacrifice myself. Beside me sat two of my wives, the one who was taking care of me(Tsunade) and the one I was entrusting my legacy to(Hiami). Hiami’s goal now was to find a suitable person to entrust the future of the shinobi world to. It was clear there were outside forces that normal shinobi had no hope of dealing with. Hiami had become the clan head of the Hyuga and was on par with me in intelligence, perhaps even surpassing me in some subjects now.

Tsunade knew I was dying, but her tears were already dried up; she had cried buckets of tears since that fated conflict over a decade ago, the conflict that sent me down the path of a slow death. I cleared the blood out of my throat as I spoke. “We’ve talked about the next steps to take after my death. But I’d just like to go over them one more time. After my death, take my eyes and repurpose my body into a bloodline activation potion for our children.”

Hiami and I had been working on this ever since I gave up on finding a cure for my condition. I had given up on my foolish dream of living forever. I had far too many family members who would suffer from my death, so why not make something out of it instead of chasing an impossible goal? Even though the potion could only help ten or twenty of my children, it would be enough to ensure that the important members of the Ryuchi clan can hold up the clan without me.

Everything I did the past eleven years has been for the sake of my family’s future. In one swift motion, I pulled out the ceremonial sword from my side as I lined it up with my own heart. Tears I thought would never happen came from me once again as I just wished I could have lived until this turmoil was over with. I couldn’t root out all of the threats to reigniting the wars I had stopped; any number of problems could come about without me being able to help, and that terrified me.

The sword plunged into my heart as my eyes began to shift. First into the byakugan, then growing tomoe from the sharigan as it kept evolving from one tomoe, to two, then three, then mangekeo, finally evolving to the last state, a state I hadn’t been able to replicate since the attack that damaged my life force and particially ejected my soul for my mortal vessel.

My eyes became those of the rinnegan, and all the different bloodlines I consumed strengthened it to what should be impossible for others to do. The color of the rinnegan shifted from purple to red to blue before finally settling on gold. My pupil becomes a dual tomoe yin/yang symbol as I twist the sword in my heart and pull it out. I felt my life start to fade, and for the first time, I felt content knowing that I was leaving something behind for the person who would step up against the threats I had left behind.

..

Somewhere in the land of rain…

A man entered the throne room of the new ‘king’ of the hidden rain village. He sat in silence, waiting for the man sitting upon the throne to acknowledge him. The man made the shinobi wait for a fairly long time before he finally acknowledged him. “Speak, why are you here instead of spying in Konoha?” The shinobi kept looking down, practically kneeling as he responded. “I have important news that I couldn’t trust anyone else to bring to you. Orochimaru is dead.”

The man on the throne showed his first sign of emotion as his eyebrows rose in surprise. “Interesting. This changes things.” The ninja looked up at the man on the throne for the first time. “Please, let me meet with Konan before I go back to Konoha.” The ‘king’ had a mixture of both Uchiha and Uzumaki defining features, but his attitude was far more closely tied to his Uchiha heritage. With a smile, he spoke as if he was giving his subordinate a great gift. “Fine, but only for a few hours. You must get back and continue to spy; otherwise… Who knows what might happen to Konan…”

The consequences didn’t need to be said.

…

The man entered a small but cozy home. The smell of cooking food filled the entire building as the person absentmindedly kept their back toward the door as the person silently crept toward the woman. A hand came up and covered her mouth while the other caressed her pregnant belly. She was still months from having the child, but the man still found her attractive, if not more so now that she might have his child in her belly.

He leaned in, sniffing her as she finally realized who it was, the tension in her body releasing as she backed up further into his embrace. He blew on her ear, drawing an intake of breath before he asked. “How long has it been since Yahiko was here?” Konan let out a soft moan before she told him. “He hasn’t been here for a few weeks. The last mission our master sent him on could take months for him to complete.”

Nagato knew he only had a short amount of time before he had to leave again. Hands explored Konan as she kept stirring the sauce, a smile on both their faces as their clothes ended up on the floor. Still standing in the kitchen, Konan bent over right there, letting him see her everything. He already had explored every inch of her body, but it still excited him seeing her pent up like this.

She was already dripping wet from just the short time they’d been together. Every moment they could get now was spent entwined, her body preparing itself the moment she knew who it was. They didn’t need to speak any words as he connected with her. Even now, she loved the filling Nagato gave her when he was fully inside.

They always started off slow, slowly ramping up in pace as they both loved the feeling of each other. Even now, with Konan bent over, Nagato’s hands explored her body, pinching her nipples before going down to rub her belly. Every thrust fueled the next, the pressure slowly ramping up until Nagato was slamming in her full tilt. Both panting as Konan wasn’t very vocal in her climaxes.

Both of them reached orgasm roughly around the same time. Konan moved back over to the stove while liquids dripped out of her and onto the floor. She moved the food back onto the stove as Nagato did his job and cleaned up the clothes they had shed when they embraced. The door clicked open as both turned to see who was about to enter.

As they saw it was Yahiko, both acted like it was perfectly normal. The two of them were fully naked in his presence as if it was the most natural thing for the both of them to do. A smile quickly formed on his face as he asked. “Oh, am I late? I hope Konan is ready for more.”