My song wandered into mischievous anticipation as the check came back positive.
“Let the merger of target soul and template begin.”
There was a slight delay as the system probed Hinata for consent, and found it. Damn free will clauses always made things complicated, but this time it wouldn’t be a problem. Then the fun part began. My mortal self had simply written new memories onto Hinata’s soul, which made her think she was the older Hinata. As a demon I had better tools at my disposal.
The soul forge program read the memory bubble I’d given it, extrapolated the corresponding soul, and reached out into the infinite web of possibility that makes up the multiverse in search of a match. Found her, and plucked her from the time stream at the final instant of the last loop where she’d existed. Poured her into the same body as her younger self, leaving the two versions of Hinata in mental contact.
The older Hinata had so many memories of supplanting her younger self that doing it again was a simple reflex. The younger Hinata was expecting to be transformed into a stronger version of herself, and welcomed the change eagerly. A moment later two branches of the same soul became one, and it was done. I felt a shiver of uncertainty as the merger called the validity of my contract into doubt, but that should be easy to fix.
A few seconds passed while the merger stabilized, then she opened her eyes. “Sakura?” She asked in confusion. “What was the point of all this? Why didn’t you just restore me like you always do?”
“I found a better way,” I explained confidently. I strolled across the fading lines of our infernal contract with an eager smile on my lips, and laid my hands on her shoulders. I’d gotten enough of my other self’s transformation technique to heal Hinata’s injuries easily.
“Now I’ll never have to restore you again,” I explained as I worked. “Which is a good thing, because forcing the same overlay onto your soul over and over wasn’t good for you. You were building up a rejection resonance, and it probably would have stopped working in a few years.”
“I have been feeling a bit…off,” she admitted as I pulled her to her feet. She stretched, and looked around the room curiously. “But what exactly did you do? I can’t make heads or tails of this seal work.”
I kissed her.
She stiffened when my lips touched hers, and tried to pull away as my chakra washed into her. I pulled her back in with one hand in her hair, and plundered her mouth while my Kiss of Surrender turned her limbs to jelly and my Lust Aura made her forget ever wanting to resist. I forced a Sexy transformation on her and let my free hand wander over her older body’s lush curves, hitting pressure points and applying arousal techniques as it went. She was red-faced and panting by the time I pulled away.
“You sold me your soul, lethal curves,” I told her with a feral grin. “Now you’re mine, and I’m just going to take you with me when I loop. I can let you out whenever I want, or I can keep you in chains in the back of my mindscape and… play with you. So you’d better not give me a reason to punish you…”
“But…Sakura…you said you wouldn’t do this…” She protested weakly.
I silenced her with another kiss, and snaked one hand under her waistband to claim my new property. She whimpered and squirmed against me as my fingers slipped inside her.
“No more excuses,” I ordered sternly. With the techniques I’d learned from my mortal self I had her trembling on the edge of orgasm in an instant, her whole body wound far too tight with desire to allow anything resembling rational thought. “No more hiding behind the little girl you once were. No more pretending you don’t know what you want. You’re a hot little slut who needs someone strong to serve, and that someone is going to be me.”
“Oh!” She gasped, and writhed against me. “But…Naruto!” she protested weakly.
I grinned, and nipped her ear. “If he’s man enough to tame me he can have us both,” I growled. “Wouldn’t that be hot? Maybe we’ll even collect a harem. I could mindfuck all the sexiest kunoichi in the village, and make them wait on us hand and foot. Can you see it? You and Temari and Ino and even Anko, all lined up on your knees dressed in nothing but tight leather collars?”
“Oh god!” She moaned, her hips bucking as she rode my probing fingers. “Sakura!”
“Yeah, I thought you’d like that. Now, who’s the alpha bitch, slut?”
“You!” She cried.
“Who’s in charge of this juicy little pussy?” I demanded.
“You are!” She wailed.
“Who do you belong to?”
“You! You! Oh, god, yes, Sakuraaaaaa!”
With that admission her only loophole for disputing our contract was gone, and I claimed her soul as her delighted cries echoed through the dark halls.
For the rest of the loop I kept Hinata so fogged with lust she could barely see straight, just for the fun of it. Of course, it was barely a week before Hiashi had us both assassinated. It was bad enough having his daughter turn into a lezzie sub who followed me around calling me mistress, but having her kick Neji’s ass the same day she started wearing a collar was just too much.
Personally, I thought it was adorable.
But by that point I’d had plenty of time to absorb everything my deadly pet knew about the Gentle Fist fighting style, so I was ready to move on anyway. I pulled Hinata’s soul into my mindscape as our bodies died, and a moment later found myself snatched right out of the time stream. Then I was back in my bed, at the start of a new loop.
Sakura? What’s happening? Hinata asked. I can feel you, but I can’t see anything!
“Yeah, yeah, don’t freak out on me,” I grumbled as I climbed out of bed, transforming as I went. Turning back into a kid at the start of every loop is really going to get old, especially since I can’t get away with looking more than a couple of years older than I should be. “The loop just reset, so you don’t have a body at the moment.”
What? Am I dead, then?
I chuckled. “Technically, yeah. But that just means I get to collect on our bargain, and do whatever I want to with your soul.”
…that isn’t very reassuring, Sakura. Wait, does this mean…when you admitted you were a demon, you weren’t joking.
“Nope.” I slipped out the window into the tiny garden behind the house, and cut my palm with one talon-sharp fingernail. I let a good amount of blood run out into the loose earth before closing the wound.
I can’t believe I fell for that, Hinata complained. But, what happened to Sakura?
“I’m still her,” I explained as I used an Earth Clone technique on the blood-soaked dirt, turning it into a perfect replica of my current form. “Humans get turned into demons all the time, Hinata. It doesn’t mean I’m a monster or something, and it certainly doesn’t mean I stop being me. I just have a new set of powers and responsibilities, and a little bit of a new outlook on life. Now don’t resist, or this will hurt like a bitch.”
I kissed the clone, passing Hinata’s soul through the point of contact and into the chakra construct. It shuddered, and fell against me as she took control of her new body.
“There, all fixed,” I reassured her. “Be a good girl, and I’ll let you stay out this loop. I can always tell people I’m experimenting with clone techniques.” I ran a speculative hand down her naked body, and cupped her tight ass. “Yeah, I can think of some fun experiments to do with this clone.”