The night Sasuke received Orochimaru's letter felt heavier than any battlefield Myra had ever faced.
She stood in the center of her apartment, the moonlight streaming through the open balcony doors illuminating her trembling figure. Her midnight-blue kimono hung loosely off one shoulder, the silk barely containing her full breasts. Sasuke stood before her, the cursed letter still clutched in his hand, his dark eyes stormy with conflict.
"Don't do this," Myra whispered, voice cracking. "Please, Sasuke… stay with me."
He crossed the distance in two strides and pulled her into a crushing embrace. His lips crashed against hers in a kiss filled with desperation, love, fear, and hunger all at once. Myra melted into him, tears slipping down her cheeks as she clung to his shoulders.
"I have to," he murmured against her mouth between kisses. "But tonight… tonight I'm yours. Completely."
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They didn't make it to the futon at first.
Sasuke backed her against the wall, hands frantic as he untied her obi. The kimono slipped off her shoulders and pooled at her feet, leaving her gloriously naked under the moonlight. He drank in the sight of her — the gentle curve of her horns, the six magatama glowing softly on her collarbone, her heavy breasts rising and falling with each shaky breath, the soft flare of her hips, and her powerful thighs.
"Beautiful," he breathed, almost reverently.
He dropped to his knees and worshipped her. His mouth devoured her breasts, sucking hard on one nipple while rolling the other between his fingers. Myra moaned loudly, fingers threading through his dark hair. He moved lower, kissing down her stomach until he reached her core. He lifted one of her legs over his shoulder and ate her out with devastating skill — tongue thrusting deep, lips sucking on her clit until she came hard, crying out his name as her juices coated his chin.
Sasuke stood, shedding his clothes in seconds. He lifted her effortlessly, pinning her against the wall as he buried himself inside her in one powerful thrust. Myra screamed in pleasure, legs wrapping tightly around his waist as he fucked her hard and deep.
"Feel me," he growled, biting her neck. "Remember this."
Their bodies slapped together rhythmically. Myra's heavy breasts bounced with every brutal thrust. She came again quickly, clenching around him, but Sasuke didn't stop. He carried her to the futon, laying her down and continuing without breaking rhythm — missionary, then her on top, then from behind as he gripped her hips and pounded into her.
They made love for hours.
Every position, every angle. Slow and deep. Fast and rough. Gentle kisses mixed with biting and claiming marks. Myra lost count of how many times she came — on his tongue, on his fingers, around his cock. Sasuke was relentless, as if trying to imprint himself on her very soul.
In the final round, as the moon reached its highest point, they moved together slowly, face to face, eyes locked.
Sasuke was deep inside her, rolling his hips in long, sensual strokes. Myra's legs were wrapped around him, heels digging into his back. Their fingers were intertwined beside her head.
"I love you," he whispered, voice hoarse. "More than revenge. More than power."
Tears streamed down Myra's face. "Then stay…"
Instead of answering, he kissed her deeply and thrust harder, hitting that perfect spot inside her again and again. Myra's body tensed as another powerful orgasm built. Her dual dojutsu activated unconsciously — Sharingan and Byakugan spinning together as waves of chakra surged through her.
At the peak of their shared climax, something shifted.
Sasuke buried himself as deep as possible, groaning her name as he came hard, flooding her womb with pulse after pulse of hot seed. Myra cried out, her own orgasm crashing over her so intensely that her crystal chakra flared brightly throughout the room. For a single, perfect moment, a soft golden glow enveloped both of them — Okuninushi's ancient power subtly weaving with their joined chakra.
Neither of them knew it then, but in that exact moment, new life sparked inside her.
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They collapsed together, bodies slick with sweat, breathing ragged. Sasuke stayed inside her for a long time, holding her close as if afraid she would disappear.
Myra traced the Curse Mark on his neck with trembling fingers. "Promise you'll come back to me."
"I promise," he whispered, pressing soft kisses to her forehead, her horns, her swollen lips. "Wait for me, Rabbit Princess."
They fell asleep tangled together, his hand protectively resting on her lower abdomen.
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The Next Morning
Myra woke to an empty futon.
A single note lay on the pillow beside her, written in Sasuke's neat handwriting:
"I'll become strong enough to protect you.
Wait for me.
I love you — always.
— Sasuke"
Myra clutched the note to her chest and cried.
Hours later, when the news spread that Sasuke had defected to Orochimaru, the village fell into uproar. Naruto immediately wanted to chase after him. Sakura was devastated. Tsunade called an emergency meeting.
But Myra already knew.
She sat alone in her apartment, hand resting gently on her stomach. A strange, warm feeling bloomed deep inside her — something new, something alive. Okuninushi's voice was unusually gentle.
He left a part of himself with you, Usahime. A new life grows.
Myra's eyes widened, fresh tears falling as she smiled through the pain. She was pregnant.
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The Retrieval Mission
Team 7 (minus Sasuke) was immediately mobilized along with other teams for the retrieval mission. Myra joined despite Tsunade's protests.
"You're in no condition—" Tsunade started.
"I have to go," Myra said firmly, her hand subtly resting on her still-flat stomach. "He needs to know. And I need to bring him home."
The journey was brutal. They fought through Sound ninjas, cursed seal bearers, and harsh terrain. Myra's powers had grown even stronger — her Wood and Crystal Styles now carried traces of protective, nurturing chakra. She created barriers that healed allies and shielded them from harm.
In the final confrontation at the Valley of the End, emotions ran highest.
When they finally reached Sasuke, he stood on the other side of the river, already marked by Orochimaru's influence. His eyes met Myra's across the distance.
"Myra…" His voice cracked.
She stepped forward, tears streaming. "I'm pregnant, Sasuke. We're going to have a child."
The revelation hit him like a Chidori. For a moment, the darkness in his eyes flickered. He took one step toward her before stopping, fists clenched.
"I… can't come back yet," he said, voice strained. "Not until I kill Itachi. Not until I'm strong enough to protect you both."
Naruto screamed at him. The battle between best friends erupted.
Myra fought with everything she had — not to defeat Sasuke, but to reach him. She created a bridge of crystal and wood across the river, pouring her love and chakra into every step.
"Sasuke! Come home! Our child needs its father!"
For a brief moment, Sasuke hesitated. Their eyes met — his Sharingan spinning wildly, her dual dojutsu glowing with pain and love.
But the darkness won.
With a final, anguished look, Sasuke turned and fled deeper into Orochimaru's territory.
Myra collapsed to her knees on the crystal bridge, sobbing as Naruto's Rasengan missed and the retrieval mission failed.
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Back in Konoha
Tsunade confirmed the pregnancy a few days later. Myra was roughly six weeks along.
The village rallied around her. Naruto swore he would bring Sasuke back. Sakura trained harder than ever. Tsunade became fiercely protective, assigning Myra lighter duties while continuing her medical training.
At night, Myra would sit on her balcony, hand on her stomach, speaking softly to the tiny life growing inside her.
"Your father is lost right now… but he'll come back. He promised. And when he does, we'll be waiting — both of us."
Under the moonlight, a single crystalline rabbit bloomed beside her — small, glowing, and full of hope.
The Rabbit Princess carried the future of two powerful bloodlines.
And she would protect it with everything she had until her avenger returned.