Naruto: Unstoppable (CH 13) (Patreon)

A/N: This story is rated M for mature content not suitable for children.

All characters engaging in sexual acts are eighteen years or older.

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Chapter 13: The Broken Hero

The Viltrumite Empire (Alternate Dimension - Dimension 642)

Mark Grayson felt as though his heart had been replaced by a block of ice. Flying through the smog-choked, hyper-industrialized sky of this alternate Earth, he couldn’t stop staring at the woman to his left. She was beautiful, with caramel skin and striking blue eyes, her physique toned and powerful. She looked so much like Amber, the girl who had dumped him over the phone, but the way she carried herself was entirely different. She flew with the arrogance of a predator.

And the girl to his right... she looked like a teenage version of his mother, Debbie. But her eyes weren't the warm brown he knew; they were the icy, piercing blue of a Viltrumite.

"Stop staring, Grayson," the alternate Kara said, her voice dripping with a mix of boredom and disdain. She was the eldest, the leader of this pack of hybrids. "It’s unbecoming. You’re lucky my father is in a good mood. Normally, inter-dimensional pests are executed upon arrival."

"I... I just want to go home," Mark stammered, his voice cracking. "Angstrom Levy, he..."

"The mutant with the oversized brain?" The Debbie-lookalike, whose name was Luma, laughed. It was a cold, musical sound. "He’s been useful. He brings us toys from other worlds. Sometimes he brings 'heroes' like you just so we can see how long it takes to break them."

They approached the center of the city, where a massive spire of white stone and obsidian reached into the stratosphere. This wasn't the Earth Mark knew. There were no parks, no schools, only barracks, factories, and the towering monuments to the Empire.

They landed on a balcony the size of a football field. Standing there, silhouetted against the dying sun of this world, was a man whose presence felt like a physical weight on Mark's chest. He was taller than Nolan, with a thick, regal mustache and a cape that seemed to be made from the hides of conquered beasts.

This was Thagg, the Grand Regent. The man who, in this world, had claimed Debbie, Amber, and dozens of others to build his perfect lineage.

"Father," Kara said, kneeling instantly. Luma and the Amber-lookalike followed suit.

Mark stood frozen. Thagg turned his gaze toward him. It wasn't the gaze of a man looking at a son, or even a fellow Viltrumite. It was the gaze of a god looking at a speck of dust.

"So," Thagg’s voice boomed, resonant and terrifyingly calm. "This is the son of the traitor Nolan from the 'Primary' branch. You look soft, boy. You look like the product of a world that rewards weakness."

"My father isn't a traitor!" Mark shouted, though his legs were shaking.

Thagg moved faster than Mark’s eyes could follow. One moment he was ten feet away; the next, his massive hand was wrapped around Mark’s throat, lifting him off the ground.

"In every world where Nolan Grayson sought 'love' with a human, he failed his Empire," Thagg hissed. "In this world, I took what he was too weak to claim. I took his woman. I took his planet. And I bred a legacy that will span the stars." He glanced at Luma. "Tell me, Mark. Does she not look familiar? She is the daughter of your mother, Debbie. But she was sired by a King, not a sentimental fool."

Mark’s vision began to blur. The psychological blow was worse than the physical one. The idea of his mother with this monster, of his friends being turned into breeding stock for the Empire, it made him want to vomit.

"Angstrom told me of your world," Thagg continued, dropping Mark like a sack of garbage. "He told me of a blonde Viltrumite who calls himself 'Naruto.' A man who plays hero while building his own nest. He is a deviant, a splinter in the side of the Empire. But unlike you, he understands power. He has claimed what is his."

Thagg looked at Kara. "Take him to the pens. Let him watch the 'Debbie' of this world serve her betters. Perhaps then he will understand why his father abandoned him. Nolan didn't leave because of duty, Mark. He left because he couldn't stand the sight of your mediocrity."

Mark curled into a ball on the cold stone, sobbing. He was a hero. He was Invincible. But here, in a world where his family had been systematically dismantled and replaced, he felt like nothing.

Uzumaki Residence, Earth (Primary Dimension)

The morning sun filtered through the high-end curtains of Naruto’s master bedroom. Naruto sat up, his bare chest glistening with a light sheen of sweat. Beside him, Debbie Grayson was slowly waking up. She looked fragile, her short hair tousled, her skin still bearing the faint marks of Naruto’s hands from the night before.

She blinked, the memory of the previous night’s passion clashing with the crushing reality of her life. Mark was missing. Nolan was a monster. She was in the bed of the man who was arguably the most dangerous being on the planet.

"Good morning, Debbie," Naruto said, his voice a smooth, comforting purr. He reached out, his thumb tracing the line of her jaw.

Debbie shivered. "I... I shouldn't be here. Oliver... I need to check on Oliver."

"He’s fine," Naruto assured her, pulling her back down against the pillows. "Kate is with him. She’s surprisingly good with babies. And my house is the safest place on Earth. You don't have to be 'Debbie the Martyr' here. You can just be Debbie."

Debbie closed her eyes, leaning into his touch. It was a betrayal of everything she had built with Nolan, but Nolan was gone. Nolan had called her a 'pet.' Naruto, for all his arrogance, treated her like a prize. He looked at her with a hunger that made her feel alive again, even if that hunger was shadowed by something dark and possessive.

"I feel like I'm losing my mind," she whispered. "Everything I knew... it's all gone."

"The old world is dead, Debbie," Naruto whispered into her ear, his breath hot against her skin. "Nolan broke it. Angstrom Levy tried to burn what was left. But I'm building something new. A world where people like you are protected. Where you don't have to worry about monsters because I'm the biggest monster of them all."

He flipped her over, pinning her beneath him with effortless strength. Debbie gasped, her hands coming up to rest on his powerful chest. She knew she should resist, should demand to leave, but needs of her body, the way it craved the sheer presence of a dominant Viltrumite, won out.

Lemon Scene Ahead

Naruto didn't waste time with words. He kissed her deeply, his tongue invading her mouth with a show of total ownership. Debbie moaned into the kiss, her legs instinctively parting to welcome him. She was sore from the night before, but her body was already slick with need, reacting to the pheromones Naruto radiated.

He moved down her body, his teeth grazing her neck, her breasts, her stomach. When he reached her thighs, he spread them wide, burying his face in her heat.

"Naruto... oh god," Debbie cried out, her fingers tangling in his blonde hair. He ate her out with a primal intensity, his tongue circling her clit until she was arching her back, her heels digging into the mattress. She had been with a Viltrumite for twenty years, but Nolan had always been... careful. Restrained. Naruto was a hurricane.

He pulled back, his cock turgid and pulsing, standing like a pillar of flesh. He positioned himself at her entrance, the head of his rod stretching her open.

"Look at me, Debbie," he commanded.

She opened her eyes, her gaze meeting his piercing blue ones. In that moment, she wasn't the wife of Omni-Man. She was the mistress of Naruto.

He thrust home, burying his entire length inside her in one smooth motion. Debbie’s eyes rolled back, a high-pitched scream escaping her throat. She felt like she was being split in two, filled to the absolute brim.

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

The sound of his hips slamming against her echoed through the room. Naruto didn't hold back, his Viltrumite stamina allowing him to drive into her with the force of a jackhammer. Debbie clutched at his shoulders, her nails drawing faint red lines across his indestructible skin.

"Yes! Just like that! Take it all!" Naruto growled, his pace accelerating.

He flipped her onto her hands and knees, grabbing her hips and pulling her back onto him. He reached around, his fingers finding her anus, stretching the delicate skin even as he hammered her pussy. Debbie was a mess of sensations, pleasure, pain, and a terrifying sense of belonging.

"Breeding you... I'm going to put another one in you, Debbie," Naruto whispered, his voice dark with intent. "A son who will actually be strong. A brother for Oliver."

The thought should have horrified her, but in the heat of the moment, it was the most intoxicating thing she had ever heard. She wanted his seed. She wanted to be claimed so thoroughly that Nolan would be nothing but a bad dream.

Naruto roared as he reached his peak, his body stiffening as he pumped load after load of hot, thick semen deep into Debbie’s womb. She collapsed against the bed, her body twitching in the throes of a massive orgasm, feeling the weight and heat of him filling her completely.

Lemon Scene End

Minutes later, Naruto was dressed and standing by the window, looking out over his domain. Debbie lay on the bed, covered by a silk sheet, her face flushed and her eyes unfocused.

"Kate is setting up a brunch in the garden," Naruto said, not looking back. "She wants you there. And Sam. It's time the household got to know one another."

"Sam?" Debbie asked, her voice raspy. "Samantha Eve? Atom Eve?"

"She’s one of us now, Debbie," Naruto said with a smirk. "Just like you."

The Garden, Uzumaki Residence

The garden was a masterpiece of hidden technology and natural beauty. Surrounded by high, invisible walls that blocked all satellite surveillance, it was a sanctuary.

Kate (Dupli-Kate) sat at a long marble table, sipping a mimosa. She had several clones moving about, one was tending to the flowers, another was setting the table, and a third was holding baby Oliver, who was giggling as the clone made funny faces at him.

Samantha Eve Wilkins sat across from Kate. She looked... different. The confident, fiery heroine was gone, replaced by a woman who seemed dazed, her movements slow and deliberate. She was wearing a simple sundress that Kate had picked out for her, one that showed off the faint hickeys on her collarbone.

"You look lovely, Sam," Kate said, her smile bright and predatory. "The domestic life suits you. Much better than flying around in that ridiculous pink spandex, don't you think?"

Sam looked down at her lap, her hands trembling slightly. "I... I don't know what I'm doing here, Kate. My parents... they’ll be worried."

"I’ve already handled that," Kate dismissed with a wave of her hand. "A clone visited them, told them you’re on a deep-cover mission for the GDA. Cecil is backing the story. You’re free, Sam. Free from the burden of being a hero. Now, you just have to be Naruto’s girl."

Sam bit her lip. The memory of the hotel room, of the way Naruto had taken her, was burned into her mind. It had been terrifying, yes, but it had also been the most intense thing she had ever experienced. The way Kate had looked at her, the way Kate had encouraged it, had shifted something in Sam’s brain. She felt like a bird that had been kept in a cage her whole life, only to be let out into a storm.

Naruto stepped into the garden, followed by a slightly limping Debbie.

Thula was already there, standing near the edge of the patio, watching the scene with the detached interest of a veteran soldier. She wore a tight workout outfit that left little to the imagination.

"Ah, the whole family," Naruto said, taking his seat at the head of the table. Kate immediately leaned over and kissed him, her hand lingering on his thigh.

Debbie sat down next to Sam. The two women shared a look, one of mutual recognition and shared trauma. They were both victims of the same man’s charm and power, yet they were both sitting at his table, eating his food.

"Debbie, you remember Sam," Naruto said casually, as if they were all old friends. "Sam, Debbie is going to be staying with us for a while. I expect you both to get along."

"Of course, Naruto," Sam whispered, her voice barely audible.

"Good." Naruto turned to Thula. "Any word from Kara?"

"She’s training with your son, Sky," Thula reported. "She’s impressed by his durability, though she thinks his technique is 'primitive.' They’re currently at the GDA training facility in Nevada."

"Good. Let her break him in. Sky needs to realize that being a hybrid doesn't mean he gets to be lazy," Naruto remarked.

As the meal progressed, Kate took control of the conversation. She was a master of subtle psychological warfare, weaving a narrative where they were all part of something greater. She talked about the future, about the children Naruto would sire, about the empire they would build on Earth.

"Amber is doing well, by the way," Kate mentioned, looking at Naruto. "The doctors say the baby is healthy. A boy. He’s already showing signs of increased bone density in the womb."

Sam’s heart sank. Another one. Naruto was systematically populating the world with his offspring.

"I want to see her," Sam said suddenly, surprising herself. "I want to see Amber."

Naruto raised an eyebrow. "In due time, Sam. For now, you need to focus on your own... recovery. Kate tells me you’re still a bit resistant to the idea of being a permanent resident."

"I... I just need time," Sam pleaded.

"Time is something I have in abundance," Naruto said, his tone shifting to something cold and final. "But my patience is not. You’re part of this house now, Sam. The sooner you accept that, the easier your life will be. Or," he glanced toward the basement stairs, "you can join Anissa in the silo. I'm sure she’d love the company."

Sam shivered, remembering the stories of the Viltrumite woman Naruto had captured. She nodded quickly, her eyes welling with tears.

GDA Underground Silo, Unknown Location

Cecil Steadman walked down the sterile white corridor, the clicking of his shoes the only sound in the oppressive silence. He stopped in front of a heavy blast door and swiped his card.

Inside, the room was bathed in a harsh, blue light. In the center, suspended in a cage of high-frequency emitters, was Anissa.

She looked terrible. Her short hair was matted with sweat, her eyes were bloodshot, and she was visibly trembling. Every thirty minutes, the emitters would pulse, sending a wave of sound into her brain that felt like a hot needle. It didn't kill her, but it prevented her from ever reaching a state of equilibrium.

"Still stubborn, I see," Cecil said, standing behind the reinforced glass.

Anissa slowly lifted her head. Even in her weakened state, her gaze was full of murderous intent. "You... human parasite. When I get out... I will eat your heart while you watch."

"Highly unlikely," Cecil replied calmly. "You're a valuable asset, Anissa. Or you would be, if you'd just talk. Tell me about the Empire's plans. Tell me about Naruto's history with your people."

"Naruto is a traitor," Anissa spat, her voice a raspy growl. "A traitor who should be dead. He is a blight on our bloodline. But he is still Viltrumite. He will eventually tire of you insects. And when he does, he will be the one to burn this world, not us."

The door behind Cecil opened. Naruto stepped in, his presence immediately causing the air in the room to feel thin.

"Leave us, Cecil," Naruto ordered.

Cecil hesitated, but one look at Naruto told him that this wasn't a request. He nodded and stepped out, the door hissing shut behind him.

Naruto walked up to the glass, looking at Anissa with a strange mix of pity and amusement. "You’ve lost weight, Anissa. The GDA diet doesn't suit you."

"Kill me," Anissa whispered. "If you have any honor left, finish it."

"Honor is for people who can afford it," Naruto said. He pressed a button on the console, silencing the emitters. Anissa collapsed to the floor of her cage, gasping as the agony finally receded. "I’m giving you one last chance, Anissa. Look at Thula. She’s living like a queen. She has her daughter. She has a place in the new world."

"She is a whore," Anissa hissed.

"She is a survivor," Naruto corrected. "The Empire is coming, Anissa. We both know it. When they get here, they won't care about your loyalty. They’ll see a warrior who was captured by a 'traitor.' They’ll execute you to preserve their pride. But with me... you can be the vanguard. You can help me mold this world into something the Empire would never dare touch."

He stepped closer to the glass. "I don't just want your body, Anissa. I want your rage. I want the warrior who almost took all her enemies apart. Join me, and I’ll give you a world to hunt in. Refuse... and I’ll let Cecil keep playing with his toys until there’s nothing left of your mind."

Anissa looked at him, her chest heaving. For the first time, the defiance in her eyes flickered. She looked at Naruto, at his power, his confidence, and the sheer, unadulterated strength he radiated.

"What... what would you have me do?" she asked, her voice trembling.

Naruto smirked. He had her. "First, you’re going to get cleaned up. Then, you’re going to meet the rest of the household. I have a feeling you and Kate are going to have a lot to talk about."

The Multiverse - Dimension 642

Mark Grayson sat in a dark, damp cell. He could hear the screams of other prisoners, some humans, some aliens, all victims of Thagg’s expansion.

The door opened, and the alternate Kara stepped in. She wasn't alone. Behind her stood the Luma, the girl who looked like Debbie.

"Father says you’re to be fed," Kara said, tossing a tray of grey protein mash onto the floor.

Luma stepped closer to the bars, looking at Mark with those icy blue eyes. "You know, in my world, my mother tells stories of a 'Mark' who was a hero. She says he was the only good thing Nolan ever did." She leaned in, a cruel smile on her face. "But looking at you... I think she was just lying to herself. You’re pathetic."

"Why are you doing this?" Mark asked, his voice hollow. "She's your mother too. Doesn't that mean anything?"

Mark trembled at the recollection of his mother's fate; it was more horrific than death itself, as she had become mere breeding stock for any Viltrumite who desired her.

"It means I have high-quality genetic material," Luma replied coldly. "Nothing more. This isn't a family, Mark. It's an Empire. And in an Empire, you either rule, or you serve."

As they left, Mark looked at the protein mash, then at the stone walls of his cell. He thought about his mother back home. He thought about Amber. He thought about the blonde man, Naruto, who was probably with them right now.

For the first time in his life, Mark Grayson didn't want to be a hero. He wanted to be a monster. He wanted the power to tear this whole multiverse down, starting with the man who had stolen his life.

Deep within him, the Viltrumite blood, the blood that had been suppressed by his human empathy, began to boil. His eyes turned a dark, bruised red.

"I'm going to kill them," Mark whispered to the darkness. "I'm going to kill them all."

Far away, across dimensions, Angstrom Levy watched through a portal, a twisted grin on his mangled face. "Yes... yes! Embrace it, Mark! Become the monster I know you are! And then, I'll lead you right to Naruto’s doorstep."

The stage was set. The heroes were broken, the villains were ascending, and the very fabric of reality was beginning to fray under the weight of the Uzumaki legacy.

Chapter End

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A/N: The psychological breaking of Mark continues in Thagg's dimension, while Naruto solidifies his hold on the women of Mark's life. Anissa is on the verge of joining the harem, and the "family" brunch has established the new status quo. Next time: Mark’s dark transformation and the first signs of the Viltrumite Empire’s main fleet approaching Earth! Stay tuned!