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Hinata Hyuga cinched the knot of the apron at the small of her back, a slow breath filling her lungs with the layered aromas of the breakfast she had prepared. She moved through the living space of their shared home, her bare feet silent on the wooden floor as she approached the table to make a few final adjustments to the plates.
It was October tenth, Naruto’s twentieth birthday, and this was only the beginning.
For him, she had prepared a feast. There was a savory pork dish, a recipe she had coaxed from Sakura, its scent mingling with the sweetness of roasted potatoes and the crisp fragrance of chicken spring rolls. And, of course, there were three steaming bowls of ramen: one pork, one miso, one chicken. A soft laugh escaped her. He would be ecstatic. She traced the ceramic rim of a ramen bowl with a delicate finger, a fond smile touching her lips.
Hinata returned to the kitchen for the last of the bowls, crossing the open space that merged their living and dining area. A polished counter was the only thing separating the kitchen from the rest of the room, giving a modern design to the home they had settled into a year ago. It was built in a secluded corner of the Leaf Village. Naruto had built it with his particular brand of persistence, which had, predictably, involved wearing down Captain Yamato’s patience.
On her way back, Hinata caught her reflection in the long mirror beside the television, and a faint warmth bloomed high on her cheeks. She wore almost nothing, precisely as she intended.
Only a light pink apron adorned her form, leaving her body entirely bare beneath. It was impossibly small, clinging to her skin with an intimate pressure. Its hem brushed the very apex of her thighs, a breath away from revealing the soft curls of her mons and the delicate line of her sex. The fabric was far too narrow to contain the full, heavy swell of her breasts; while it veiled her nipples and areolas, the pale, round sides of her EE-cups spilled from the edges, offering a provocative view of soft flesh.
Hinata executed a slow, deliberate twirl, her back now to the mirror. A sly smile played on her lips. A single, thin strap circled her neck, digging faintly into her nape. The knot, tied just above the curve of her spine, cinched the fabric at her waist, accentuating the lush, heavy globes of her backside. She knew the truth of her own body, the soft weight and deep curves that made her one of the most voluptuous women in the village, and she had learned to revel in it.
Years ago, the thought of such a display, especially for him, would have sent her spiraling into a faint. Not anymore. She was a woman remade, sculpted by the unwavering adoration her boyfriend had shown her. She reached back, tightening the knot once more for effect, before turning her attention back to the table.
Footsteps from the floor above made her look up. It seemed Naruto had woken up and was coming downstairs. She quickly smoothed a nonexistent crease in the apron’s fabric, then took a poised stance beside the table, hands clasped demurely before her.
“Hinata!” Naruto’s voice carried down, thick with sleep. “Damn! It smells incredible down there. What’re you cooking?”
A smile blossomed on her face, the sound of his excitement causing a familiar flutter in her chest.
The footsteps grew closer. Seconds later, he rounded the corner and entered the dining room. His eyes were still closed, a habit of his in the first moments of waking, and so he missed her attire completely.
But Hinata did not miss his. An appreciative blush warmed her skin and a sly smile stretched on her face. He wore only a pair of dark blue boxers, offering her a captivating view of his physique. Naruto was not bulky, but his body was a lean architecture of honed muscle. Broad shoulders tapered to a narrow waist, a classic V-shape she privately adored. His pectorals were solid plates of muscle that shifted with each breath, and his abdomen was a defined landscape of an eight-pack. Powerful legs, conditioned by countless miles and impossible leaps, showed their strength in the taut lines of his thighs and calves. As he raised a hand to scratch the back of his head, his bicep swelled, the muscle dense and prominent beneath his skin.
Her breath hitched. He bewitched her so effortlessly. Even now, as her eyes devoured him, a familiar heat began to pool between her legs. She pressed her thighs together in a futile attempt to soothe the insistent, blooming ache.
Taking a steadying breath, Hinata addressed him exactly as she had planned.
“Good morning, master,” she purred.
She watched with a widening smile as he froze, his hand still hovering behind his head. Slowly, his eyelids parted. Cerulean eyes opened, and they fell upon her. His lips parted just as slowly.
She tilted her head, letting her long, dark hair fall over one shoulder. “Happy birthday, Master Naruto,” she added in a husky whisper.
His mouth opened and closed, his eyes blinking as if to clear a fantastic dream. The effect was immediate. Hinata’s gaze drifted downward, her stomach performing a familiar flip as she watched the distinct shape of his erection press against the thin fabric of his boxers. A faint smirk touched her lips. She turned sideways, granting him a clear view of her profile, of the generous curves barely restrained by the tiny apron.
“I cooked some of your favorite dishes,” Hinata told him dutifully. “There is—”
Before she could list them, a firm hand grasped her upper arm, turning her. A strong arm circled her waist, pulling her flush against him. The air rushed from her lungs as their bodies met, her soft, full breasts crushing pleasurably against the hard wall of his abdomen. The thin, precarious apron was the only barrier between their skin. He was so much taller, forcing her to look up as he tilted his head down, pale eyes locking with his.
Without a word, Naruto’s mouth descended on hers. A raw hunger ignited between them as their lips met. She recognized his musky scent, a lingering trace from their lovemaking the night before. It was intoxicating, making her head swim. She wondered, fleetingly, if his heightened senses could detect the lavender smell of her shampoo, but the thought dissolved as his tongue swept into her mouth.
A moan of pure pleasure vibrated in her throat. She yielded to his tongue’s dominance, allowing it to explore every heated inch of her mouth. She savored the slick heat they shared, reveling in the feeling of his tongue tracing the inside of her cheeks, swirling around her own.
Hinata was on the precipice of losing herself, her knees weakening, her body threatening to go limp in his arms. She fought for control, pulling back from the brink. This was not the time to surrender to his delightful shenanigans. He still had to eat the breakfast she had so lovingly prepared.
She managed to pull her lips from his, earning a low, possessive growl. “N-Naruto,” she whispered, her breaths labored.
Her words fell on deaf ears. He tried to capture her mouth again, but she tilted her head back, evading him.
“N-Naruto, w-wait,” she tried again. “You have to eat your breakfast.”
He pulled her even closer, squeezing her breasts more tightly against his chiseled torso and sending a jolt of pleasure through her. “The only breakfast I want is you,” he stated, his grin bright with anticipation.
He leaned down, hooked an arm behind her knees, and lifted her effortlessly into his arms. In three long strides, he crossed the room and laid her on the couch. Her body sank into the soft cushions as he went to his knees before her.
“N-Naruto,” she stammered, wanting him to stop but making no move to do so. The man was adamant.
He flipped the apron up, exposing her. Kneeling between her supple thighs, he hooked his arms under her knees, lifting them to rest on his broad shoulders. The position arched her hips from the couch, baring her completely to his appreciative gaze as he leaned in. He took a long, slow breath, inhaling the intimate scent of her arousal mingled with her natural musk. A low, pleased rumble vibrated in his chest.
Their eyes locked again over the landscape of her body. A furious blush painted her face, while an appreciative smirk graced his.
“Let’s dive in, shall we?” he teased, his hot breath grazing against her labia.
A moan escaped her, her eyes threatening to roll back as his mouth closed over her hot, wet core. An electric current shot through her body.
“Na-Naruto!” she cried out, the sound of pure bliss.
His tongue danced against the slick, swollen petals of her vulva, each caress punctuated by a puff of hot breath that made her gasp. He lapped at the sweet dew pearling there, a low groan vibrating from his own chest as he savored her. Then, his attention narrowed, his tongue flicking, swirling, then pressing with exquisite focus against the rigid bead of her clitoris. The direct assault stole her breath, and a sharp cry tore from her lips.
“NARUTO!” she howled, her first orgasm of the morning seizing her, her release flooding his mouth. She was still so sensitive from the night before.
He drank her offering greedily with a smile on his face. When the pulsing subsided, he lifted his head and smiled up at her. “You’re too easy, Hinata,” he said with words laced with devotion.
“Please… eat… your… breakfast,” she pleaded between great gulps of air.
Naruto’s smirk widened from his position between her legs, a very bad sign for her composure. “But Hinata, I’m just getting started.”
Indeed. He playfully rubbed his nose against her clitoris, smiling when he heard her shudder and let out a soft giggle. Slowly, he brought his hand up, enjoying the expectant look on her face. He brought his middle finger toward her slick folds, then, with a smirk, redirected it to his own mouth. He heard the little whine that escaped her lips.
He slicked his finger with saliva, then trailed it with excruciating lightness over the sensitive skin of her vulva. Hinata shivered, her body melting once more into the couch, trying to press closer to him, yearning for another orgasm.
Then, with deliberate slowness, he eased his finger inside her, sinking it to the base. He held it steady, using his thumb to rub her clitoris in slow, maddening circles.
Hinata mewled, her hands drawing toward her chest, her face flushed. Sweat began to sheen on her skin. His simple touches elicited the most intense reactions from her; how he held such command over her body was a constant, bewildering marvel.
“Won’t you come for me, love?” Naruto encouraged softly.
“Ah, ah, ah…” Her moans were ragged breaths. She could already feel another orgasm building, hotter and sharper than the first.
The gentle teasing ended. He quickened his rhythm, withdrawing his finger almost completely only to slide it deep again. In and out, in and out, the pace kept increasing. Her body buckled. She was shivering, shaking, as he continued the relentless pistoning of his finger. He had to brace her left thigh to keep her from rolling with the force of her own pleasure, but he did not stop.
“Yes, yes, yes… Naruto… Ah~”
Her moans spurred him on. He snaked his left arm around her thigh, and his thumb found her clit again, resuming its insistent circling.
The combined assault sent a torrent of sensation arrowing through her. Her back arched impossibly, her eyes rolling back as a soft moan escaped, her tongue lolling slightly. Thought ceased.
Little spurts of her second orgasm began to appear, her juices shooting from her depths. Encouraged, Naruto quickened his pace even more.
“CUMMING!” Hinata howled, the sound so loud it made him wince.
A tremendous gush of clear fluid sprayed from her as the orgasm hit her, so powerful that Naruto was drenched from shoulder to forehead, his sun-kissed hair plastered to his skin.
He withdrew his finger. She squinted her eyes open and flushed a deeper shade of crimson, seeing him soaked in her release. A giant grin was plastered on his face as he wiped some of the fluid from it. Her blush only deepened when he made a show of licking the juices from his hand.
“Mm,” he hummed, a pleased sound. “As delicious as ever, Hinata.”
“O-Oh, Naruto,” she murmured dreamily, wanting to scold him but finding her mind had betrayed her. All that emerged was a soft whine.
“Ready for round three?” he asked, hell-bent on giving her no respite.
Her eyes widened. “W-Wait, Naruto,” she protested weakly.
He was already starting. This time, he eased two fingers into her depths and curled them upward, pressing against a spot that made her back arch and her eyes go wide.
“Found it again,” Naruto stated happily.
With renewed vigor, he began to finger her, his two fingers creating a rapid, vibrating friction deep inside. He alternated deep thrusts with short, quick bursts, the pace far faster than before.
“FUUUCCKK!” she cried out as his fingers struck her G-spot repeatedly.
He smirked and brought his lips closer to her sex.
“OH MY GOD!” Hinata hollered as his tongue began flicking and circling her clitoris again.
This was it. Her body and mind surrendered completely. Her eyelids drooped, her gaze became unfocused. Her tongue lolled out once more as her body went limp against the couch, entirely at his mercy. He increased the pace of his fingers and tongue, his own focus absolute. He never noticed she was fighting a losing battle against unconsciousness as he moved faster and faster.
“Ahhhh,” a muffled sound escaped her lips.
Finally, her body began to convulse. It was the signal he needed. He wrapped his lips around the top of her vulva, engulfing her clit with his hot mouth. His fingers were a blur, moving in and out of her wet entrance, continuously striking her G-spot.
“AAAAHHHHHHH!”
As she screamed in ecstasy, Naruto moved his mouth lower, taking as much of her as he could. With the force of a low-ranked water jutsu, she came apart, her third orgasm wracking her body in violent convulsions. He kept his mouth latched to her, greedily lapping up the second serving of her pleasure. It was sweet and faintly salty, a perfect nectar he wished he could drink forever.
After her release finally subsided, her convulsions ceased, and her body dropped onto the couch, utterly spent. She was breathing in heavy, shallow pants, her eyelids barely open.
Naruto let her thighs go, and they fell from his shoulders. He looked up, his eyebrows raising at the sight of her. She was drenched in sweat, her hair plastered to her face, her tiny apron now almost transparent. Her heavy chest rose and fell softly.
“Hinata,” he called softly. No response. He moved his hand to her face, touching her damp skin. “Hey, love,” he tried again. She remained limp.
An amused chuckle escaped him. “Guess she passed out again,” he muttered, shaking his head. His eyes traveled to the dining table. “Guess I should eat. Hinata seems to have gone all out for me,” he murmured, before looking back at her. “But first, let’s make her more comfortable.”
He pressed his lips gently to her sweaty forehead, not that he cared, before shifting her body, arranging her comfortably on the cushions. For a few moments, he knelt there, watching her unconscious form with a fond smile.
“Mm… Naruto…” she moaned in her sleep, grabbing a sofa pillow and hugging it tightly to her chest.
His smile widened. Reluctantly, he pulled himself away from the couch and headed for the bathroom to dry himself off.
Naruto returned fifteen minutes later, a towel slung around his shoulders, still drying the lingering traces of Hinata’s release from his hair. He would bathe properly later, after he had savored the breakfast she had made.
Entering the living room, he blinked, a flicker of surprise crossing his features. The couch was empty. He was certain he had left her there to rest.
“Love?” he called, his gaze sweeping the room.
“I’m in our bedroom, dear,” Hinata’s voice floated down from upstairs. “You should go and eat. I will be down in a minute.”
“Okay,” Naruto replied, making his way to the breakfast table. He threw the towel on the couch, letting it rest there.
It was draped in a white cloth that fell to the floor. An exasperated yet deeply fond smile formed on his lips as his eyes took in the sheer scale of the meal she had prepared. There were three servings of ramen, across three different variants. His stomach tightened, a familiar weight settling in his chest as he remembered the hollow silence of birthdays spent alone. And now… now he had this. He had Hinata, who loved him with an intensity that asked for nothing in return.
A soft chuckle escaped him. “I love that woman,” he muttered, scratching the back of his head.
He pulled back his usual chair and sat, his gaze still fixed on the feast. Deciding on the pork ramen first, he drew one of the four bowls closer, inhaling the rich, savory steam. His mouth watered. Licking his lips in anticipation, he dug in.
The first mouthful was an explosion of flavor against his palate. A low moan came from his chest as he savored the taste. Hinata’s cooking was without a rival; even Ichiraku’s felt like a pale imitation in comparison.
Suddenly, he felt fingers hook into the waistband of his boxers. Before he could react, they were tugged down, freeing him. His cock, heavy and semi-flaccid, came to rest against something impossibly soft. Naruto would have sent the tablecloth flying if not for the head that peeked out from beneath it a second later. It was none other than Hinata’s. She held him against her cheek, the length of his shaft easily spanning the delicate frame of her face.
“H-Hinata?” he stammered. “What? I thought you were…” The truth dawned on him. “Ah. A shadow clone.” He looked down at the beautiful face nestled between his thighs. “You’re getting better at using them, huh?” he commented, a bright grin spreading across his face.
“All thanks to my dear master,” she purred, the vibration of the word traveling from her cheek into his flesh as she rubbed him against her skin.
A deeper chuckle escaped him. Hinata possessed a delicious submissive streak and a fondness for titles like ‘master’ or ‘daddy’ that surfaced in the heat of their intimacy. He would be lying if he said it didn’t ignite something primal within him. She had a way of uttering those words, a provocative manner that could make him hard in an instant. Even now, as her cheek grazed against his length, he felt himself stir and thicken.
“Mmm,” she hummed softly. “Master should eat his breakfast.”
What she did next was an act of pure, breathtaking seduction. She began to worship him with her face, her nose tracing the length of his shaft before nuzzling the heavy base. She inhaled deeply, committing his musky scent to memory, a fragrance she knew intimately but could never get enough of.
She giggled mischievously as he grew fully rigid in her hand. “So big,” she moaned, the sound thick with pleasure. The erection in her hand was a formidable length, almost the length of her forearm, and she was about to take it into her small mouth.
“Damn, Hinata,” Naruto murmured, his focus on the ramen wavering. How could any man concentrate with a goddess degrading herself so exquisitely for him?
She gazed up, her eyes dark with lust, and shot him a sly smile before she began to gently slap her own face with his erection.
“Fuck,” he breathed, watching her use his hard length to slap her nose, her eyes, her lips, her cheeks, her forehead, marking herself with him.
“Happy birthday, Naruto,” she whispered dreamily as she pressed her nose to the glistening tip and inhaled again. “Ah,” a delighted moan escaped her. “I love your smell so much.”
“Thanks, Hinata,” he replied, his own voice cracking with arousal. “This is the best gift I’ve ever received.”
“Hehehe,” she giggled. “This isn’t even the beginning, dear.”
“Seriously? What have you planned?”
She placed a delicate, reverent kiss on the very tip before smiling up at him. “You should finish your breakfast quickly if you want to find out.”
Naruto’s eyes narrowed, a curious, fox-like glint in them, before an indulgent grin took over his face. “Alright then,” he said cheerfully. “I’ll finish this in no time.” With renewed vigor, he turned back to his food.
But Hinata’s smile turned devious. She slipped a small portion of her tongue out and licked him, a single, wet stroke from the base to the engorged, weeping head.
He shivered, his chopsticks pausing mid-air. He glanced down. She was looking up at him, a furious blush painting her cheeks as her tongue flickered against his tip. He swallowed hard and returned his attention to the bowl, but concentration was a fragile thing, easily shattered by the nymph working her magic beneath the table.
This is for you, she thought, for every time you’ve made me come apart. The salty tang of his precum bloomed on her tongue, encouraging her. This time, she pressed her entire tongue flat against his base and dragged it with deliberate slowness up the sensitive underside. She saw him shiver again and had to suppress a giggle as the ramen bowl nearly slipped from his grasp.
Then, taking a deep breath, she opened her mouth and took his swollen glans inside. “Mmm,” she moaned around him, the salty, musky flavor sending shockwaves to her senses. It was a divine taste, the only one that mattered.
The vibrations of her moan traveled up his shaft, and he let out a groan of his own. “Fuck, Hinata,” he cursed, pausing his meal again. “You’re not going to make this easy, are you?”
She released him with a soft pop and giggled. “Fufufu. But I am giving you one of your presents, Naruto.” She immediately engulfed him again.
He did his best to finish the ramen while she worked on him. She swirled her tongue around the head, lapping away every bead of precum. She drew back, tilting him to the side before dragging her pouty, wet lips up and down his length, slathering him in her saliva.
Damn, she knows me too well, Naruto thought, somehow managing to finish the first bowl and reaching for the next.
Hinata gathered more saliva in her mouth and took him again. This time, she did not stop at the head. She began to slide down his massive length, her lips stretching, her eyes threatening to roll back as the tip of his cock struck the entrance of her throat. She had not even taken half of him. She held her position, her mouth muscles fluttering against him, determined to become a sheath for his mighty sword. The taste, salty and sweet, was overwhelming. She moaned against his flesh, and he twitched violently inside her mouth.
Her eyes watered and her throat burned, but she held on. She was his, a vessel for his pleasure on his birthday. He was twitching so hard, fighting his own release. A line of drool escaped her lips, tracing a path down his shaft.
Finally, the burning in her throat became too much. Hinata withdrew, dragging her lips slowly up his length before releasing him with a wet pop. Even then, her hand never stopped its steady, stroking rhythm.
“Come on, master,” she said sweetly. “Won’t you come for me?”
Having just finished the third bowl, he looked down, a challenge in his eyes. “You have to work for it, love.”
“Fufufu,” she giggled. “You naughty, naughty master.”
Her breath ghosted over his saliva-slicked cock, and he shivered again. She was doing things to him he had never imagined.
While she continued to stroke him, she lowered her head and took one of his testicles into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it, bathing it in saliva. The fine hairs there grazed her tongue, sending shivers of pleasure down her own spine, feeling a fresh gush of wetness between her legs. She released it and engulfed the other, giving it the same devoted attention. Then, without hesitation, she took both of them into her mouth. Her cheeks puffed, her tongue making room for the heavy weight of him.
Satisfied, she released them and kissed the base of his shaft. She dragged her lips all the way to the top, opened wide, and engulfed him once more. Slowly, she began her descent. Her eyes rolled back as he passed the halfway mark, hitting the entrance to her throat, but this time she pushed past the barrier.
Tears welled, but she forced herself deeper. She felt him break through into her throat, the searing heat of him branding against her tender insides, but she continued. She gagged, drool forming at the corner of her lips as he slid deeper into her esophagus. When he finally hit the back of her throat, her mind went blank. All she wanted was to stay like that forever, his cock lodged deep inside her, a conduit for his warmth, for his seed.
“Fuck, Hinata!” Naruto moaned, the combined stimulation sending him over the edge. He could feel his balls churn, his cock twitching with the impending release. “I’m gonna cum!”
Her lungs were screaming for air, but she held on. She pressed her lips tight against his base, her nose buried in his pubic hair, and swallowed against the burn.
The motion was all it took. “Cumming!” he roared, and ropes of his release surged up from his core, depositing themselves directly into her waiting stomach.
She was determined to take all of it. She kept her mouth locked to him, fighting through the fire in her lungs. She coughed as the sheer volume of his seed overwhelmed her, as it rose in her esophagus and shot from her nose, but she held on. Her eyes were squeezed shut, lost in the sensation of his heat pooling inside her. It was heaven. Finally, he stopped pulsing, and a small whine escaped her. She dragged her head back, releasing him with a resounding pop. A trail of semen leaked from her lips, down her chin, and into the valley between her breasts.
She panted, her cheeks flushed, utterly cock-drunk. Like a devoted servant, she took the base of his shaft in her hand and pressed a gentle, reverent kiss to the head, then closed her lips around it one last time to clean away the last of his offering.
“Damn, Hinata,” Naruto said, breathing just as heavily. “You just about sucked my soul out.”
A devious giggle escaped Hinata as she released him. She kissed the base of his shaft before moving her head up its length, her lips and tongue cleansing him of their shared intimacy. She gladly consumed the potent mixture of her own saliva and his baby batter.
Once he was clean, she placed a final, reverent kiss on the still-engorged head. He remained at full mast but she had other plans. Letting him go, she began to rise, but not before her hands slipped his boxers from his body and tossed them aside.
When Hinata emerged from beneath the table, Naruto noticed that the skimpy pink apron was gone. He was met with the full, breathtaking sight of her naked form. His gaze fell upon her breasts, full and heavy, their rosy, puffy nipples hardened into proud points.
She straddled his waist, their bodies entwining, his rigid length now trapped between their navels. Her breasts crushed against the hard wall of his chest, her nipples pressing into his own, creating a spark of friction that made his breath hitch. She wrapped her arms around his neck and licked his earlobe in a slow, deliberate motion.
“You haven’t eaten everything yet, master,” she whispered, her teeth gently grazing the sensitive skin.
“Uh-huh,” Naruto murmured, his gaze dropping to the remaining food. He had only managed two bowls of ramen. One more remained, along with the side dishes. “You didn’t exactly make it easy for me to eat.”
“We can’t have that,” Hinata whispered. “Master needs all the strength he can get.”
Naruto’s eyes narrowed as a confused frown touched his features. “You know I’m hard enough to break a stone right now, don’t you?”
“Mm-hm,” she hummed, and to prove her point, she ground her hips against his lap, rubbing his erection against her lower belly. “I know very well, master. But sex can wait. The food is getting cold.”
He groaned in disappointment but complied. For the next fifteen minutes, Hinata fed him with her own hands, still straddling his waist. She would place the warm noodles on her breasts, alternating between the left and the right, and let him eat from the soft curve of her flesh. She poured the broth from her neck, allowing him to lap the warm liquid from the valley between her breasts.
When the time came for the side dishes, she laid herself back upon the table like a willing platter. She arranged the pork over her heavy breasts, the sweet potatoes decorating her midriff, and the chicken spring rolls on her shaved mons and inner thighs. A devious glint entered Naruto’s eyes as he prepared to feast.
He started with the chicken. As his hot breath grazed her inner thighs, she shivered. He let it linger there, a deliberate tease against her most sensitive skin, feeling the slickness of her arousal begin to bloom without offering a single touch. He tortured her playfully, denying her the contact she craved.
After finishing the food from her thighs, he moved up to the sweet potatoes on her abdomen. Each time he took a piece into his mouth, he would press a soft, lingering kiss to her bare stomach, the light touch eliciting soft giggles that contrasted with the tension building within her.
Finally, he reached her breasts. He gazed up at her, his expression intense, before trailing a line of tentative kisses across her skin. Her breathing grew heavy with anticipation. He kissed the valley between her breasts before moving to the right, taking the first piece of pork into his mouth. He flicked his tongue against her nipple as he ate, and her breath hitched.
He consumed the morsel, then took the rosy, hardened nipple itself into his mouth. He ran his tongue in slow circles around the areola before closing his eyes, sucking gently. He flicked his tongue against the hard nub and bit down with exquisite care, eliciting a deep moan of pleasure from her. With his free hand, he fondled her left breast, dislodging a piece of pork that neither of them noticed nor cared about.
“N-Naruto,” she breathed. The way he laved her, the heat of his mouth, the gentle pull of his lips, all of it sent fire straight to her core. Her inner folds were weeping with arousal. She tried to rub her thighs together for relief, but he gently pushed them apart. She understood.
“Damn, you’re beautiful, Hinata,” Naruto said, releasing her. He moved up, his face hovering above hers. She hooked her arms around his neck.
Their eyes locked for a heartbeat before their mouths crashed together, a hungry, desperate kiss. Their tongues wrestled for dominance, a frantic dance of passion. When they finally separated, a glistening thread of saliva connected them.
“Naruto,” Hinata said softly. “I believe it is time for your final present.”
“Oh?” He grabbed her by the armpits and lifted her effortlessly. He sat back down in the chair, then settled her onto his lap, positioning her so his erection pressed directly against her slick entrance. Her juices dripped on his glans pleasurably. “And what does my love want to give me?”
“Do you remember a conversation we had… one night?” she asked cryptically.
His brows drew together. “We’ve had a lot of conversations at night,” he stated. “Which one?”
“I don’t know…” she feigned coyness, tracing a delicate line up and down his chest with her index finger. “The one where we spoke of our… kinks.”
He raised an eyebrow. “We speak of those often, too.”
Her cheeks puffed in a mock pout. “You don’t remember?”
He squinted in genuine confusion, and she sighed.
“You know,” she began slowly in a whisper as she brought her lips to his ear. “The one where you said… you’d like to try a free-use lifestyle.”
The words made him blink. He turned his head, his eyes wide with surprise. “You… mean…?”
A sly, knowing smile curled her lips. “I was thinking… perhaps we could experiment with it.” Her voice was a silken thread, weaving a fantasy around them. “I could be your free-use slut. For the rest of my life.”
His cock twitched, a hard pulse against her.
“You could use me whenever and wherever you wanted,” she continued.
His erection jumped again.
“In our house.” She nibbled his earlobe. “In public.”
Twitch!
She dragged the tip of her tongue up his cheek. “I could stay naked all day, just for you. So you could take me, pound me, right where I stand. You could push me to my knees and use this tiny mouth until you were satisfied, and I would not complain.”
“Hinata…” Naruto licked his suddenly dry lips and gazed into her eyes. “Are you sure?”
Hinata’s lips quirked into a lustful smirk. “For you, I would burn my clothes and live my life in the nude.”
“When do we begin?” Naruto asked, all playfulness gone from his face, his expression hardening into one of raw, focused intensity.
Hinata giggled at his fervor. “Whenever you want… master.”
A possessive growl tore from Naruto’s throat. He seized her by the armpits, lifting her high into the air, his erection a rigid pillar beneath her. In one swift, brutal motion, he drove her down onto his length, sinking himself to the hilt.
Hinata’s head was thrown back, a cry tore from her lips as he struck the entrance to her cervix, a searing jolt of pleasure-pain that shot through her entire being. He held her there for a long moment, impaled and trembling, feeling the violent twitch of his cock buried deep inside her as her tight folds gripped him like a vise.
A raw, primal possessiveness surged through him. He wanted to mark her, to brand her so deeply that any man who looked at her would know, instantly, that she was his.
He gripped her hips, raising her until only the slick, swollen head of his cock remained inside her, then plunged her down again. For the next few minutes, he established a punishing rhythm, fucking her with her own weight, his coarse pubic hair grazing her clitoris with every powerful stroke.
He latched onto her left nipple, suckling with a desperate hunger, as if trying to draw sustenance from her. Hinata wrapped her arms tighter around him, pressing him closer.
“Yes! Suck on them!” she encouraged loudly. “Suck them as much as you want, master!”
Pausing his rhythm, he carried her like a doll to the couch and threw her onto her back before dropping on top of her. He rubbed the head of his cock against her entrance, slathering it further in her slickness.
“Fuck me, Naruto!” she demanded wantonly. “Fuck me like a slut! Fuck me like I belong to you! Fuck me and make me yours!”
With a roar, he drove into her, piercing her wet folds in a single, deep thrust that met her cervix with ease. He pulled back and thrust again, beginning to piston into her, striking that deep, sensitive point with every relentless stroke.
Her lips were parted, her moans devolving into the wanton sounds of a woman utterly consumed. Her eyes were rolled back, her hair a dark spill against the cushions. Her breasts were swaying hypnotically with each powerful thrust.
Naruto squeezed their bases, stabilizing them. He didn’t stop fucking her as he leaned down and captured both nipples between his lips. His cheeks hollowed as he applied powerful suction, sucking and flicking them with his tongue, biting down just hard enough to make her cry out.
“You bitch,” he growled against her skin. “Tempting me like this. I’m going to fuck you until you can’t see straight.”
“Yes!” she managed to gasp. “Make me yours, Naruto! Fuck me until I can’t think! Make me crave nothing but this monstrous cock!”
He wrapped a hand around her throat, the pressure just enough to feel like a possessive brand, and increased his pace. Hinata’s tongue lolled out feeling Naruto choke her.
“FUCK!” Hinata cried out as the speed intensified. “CUMMING!”
She shattered against him, her release flooding his shaft, but he didn’t stop. Her orgasm only seemed to fuel him, making him drive faster into her heightened sensitivity, and she was already on the edge again.
“CUMMING!” she screamed again as another powerful orgasm ripped through her.
This time, the force of her release was so great that he slipped out and a fierce stream of her juices shot out, drenching the couch. The moment she stopped squirting, he drove back into her and resumed his merciless rhythm.
By the time Naruto felt his own release drawing near, Hinata had come five times. The couch was soaked, and she was barely responsive. A continuous, breathy moan was the only thing escaping her lips with every thrust. Her eyes were rolled completely back; her tongue stuck out of her mouth; he was sure she could no longer see him.
“Hinata, I’m close!” he grunted.
“Yes!” she yelled, a final surge of lucidity. “Give me your cum, Naruto! Mark my womb with your seed! Make me pregnant with your child!”
“Fuck!” he cursed, her words sending him over the edge. He knew this would be the last thrust. He pulled back until only his head remained within her, and then with a final, mighty heave, he drove himself to the absolute hilt.
Hinata’s eyes flew open, her back arching off the couch as he breached a barrier deep inside her, a searing impact at the very entrance to her womb. “OH MY GOD!” she yelled, feeling him deposit his burning hot baby making semen directly into her deepest of depths. If not for her contraceptives, the sheer volume of his seed would have certainly left her carrying his child.
He shuddered, panting heavily. When the last pulse of his orgasm faded, he slowly pulled his penis out. The broad head of his cock dragged against her cervix, as if her womb was reluctant to let him go, before it finally slipped free. As he withdrew, his cum gushed from her like a thick, white river that traced the curve of her backside and pooled on the ruined couch cushions.
Naruto stared down at her, his own breathing ragged and his cock still hard. One of the curses of his immense chakra was the stamina for twenty more rounds. He climbed up her body and straddled her head, his thighs bracketing her face. He then brought his cock, still slick with their mingled fluids, down against her cheek making a wet smacking sound echo in the quiet room.
“Hey, Hinata,” he called, a smirk spreading across his face. “You’re not done yet, darling.”
She looked up into his smirking face, and a tremor, entirely different from pleasure, ran through her. She had unleashed a monster. A deliciously terrifying monster who now had free reign over her body. Her pussy , she thought with a dizzying mix of fear and excitement, would never be the same.
Naruto pulled free with a final, shuddering exhalation.
Hinata lay on the hardwood floor of the living room, a casualty of their day-long marathon. He had taken her from behind, and she remained on her stomach, utterly spent. He stared at her sweat-sheened form and a sudden pang of concern cut through his post-coital haze. He wondered if he had been too harsh, if he had pushed her too far on this first day of their new pact.
Her head was turned to the side, a silver thread of drool connecting her parted lips to the polished wood below. She lay in a glistening pool of her own release, her limbs slack, her eyes unfocused. Red handprints, the ghost of his grip, stood out against the pale, lush flesh of her asscheeks. She looked drunk on pleasure, her face flushed, her body trembling with the aftershocks of her own climax. Thick ribbons of his semen dribbled from between her thighs, adding to the ruin on the floor.
He moved to kneel beside her head. “Hinata?” he called in concern. “Are you with me?”
“Mm?” she responded, the sound weak.
“Are you alright?”
“I have never been better,” she answered with a dreamy murmur.
Naruto let out a sigh of relief. “Thank god.” He looked down at her still form. “Want some water?”
“N-No, thank you,” she said, and then a delicate burp escaped her. “I believe I’ve had enough of your cum to stay hydrated for the rest of the day.”
Naruto sighed. “I… don’t think that’s how it works.”
“It does in hentai,” she murmured, her logic lost somewhere in the haze of pleasure.
Another sigh escaped him. He glanced toward the window and saw the sky outside was bruised with the colors of evening. Wait. His eyes widened. Had they truly fucked the entire day away? They hadn’t even eaten lunch.
A sharp rap on the front door cut through the stillness of the room. Naruto glanced down at Hinata’s prone form, then rose with a shrug. He grabbed a white robe from the bathroom on his way to the door, cinching the tie at his waist.
He opened it to the diminutive, vulpine form of his oldest friend and partner, Kurama.
Since the war, Naruto had released the fox from his seal, offering him the freedom of the world. Yet Kurama had chosen to remain close like a strange and steadfast companion. The great beast kept the vast majority of his chakra sealed within Naruto, using this smaller, more convenient form to stretch his legs, so to speak.
The moment the door opened, the potent miasma of sweat, sex, and semen assaulted the fox’s sensitive nose. He recoiled, a paw flying up to pinch his snout shut, but the damage was done.
“You were at it again,” Kurama growled in annoyance.
“Kurama,” Naruto greeted, pointedly ignoring the comment. “What’s up?”
“I don’t know if you’ve forgotten,” the fox informed him dryly, “but your friends planned a party for you.”
Naruto blinked. Then his eyes widened in horror. “Holy shit,” he breathed. In the marathon of fucking Hinata into oblivion, he had completely forgotten that the others were throwing him a party.
“Yeah. You might want to hurry.”
With that, the fox turned and vanished, leaving Naruto frozen in a state of rising panic.