Fifty Shades of Gennin: Chapter 27

A/N: I think I'm going to do a short epilogue that jumps forward about a year in time to give closure to some of the subplots. It'll only be about 1-2k most likely, going up some time in the next few days.

Chapter 27

Once the Dust Settles

Hinata held Naruto’s hand in her own. The contact wasn’t strictly necessary now, fifteen minutes after his Hiraishin returned them to Konoha, but Hinata had chosen not to let go. The atmosphere in the Hokage’s office made her uncomfortable.

Minato was there, as was Kushina. Sasuke was present, his arms crossed. Naruto and Hinata were obviously there, and when they arrived, there had been a significant ANBU contingent. As soon as Naruto unsealed the body of Madara, Minato ordered his guards out. They listened without hesitation. Between Naruto, Sasuke, and Minato, anyone foolish enough to attack the room would only be placing themselves in danger.

The body of the man called Madara was all kinds of wrong. Despite Naruto piercing his heart and taking his life, the dead body only bled a little bit before the flesh covered over. It was to the point that Hinata checked a dozen times with her Byakugan to make sure his heart wasn’t healing as well, as impossible as that should be. It hadn’t, thankfully, but she didn’t lower her guard.

When his half-broken mask was removed, revealing a scarred face beneath, Minato flinched. Kushina sucked in a breath, burying her face in her husband’s shoulder. Sasuke squinted. Naruto didn’t seem to recognize the body, but he clearly understood his parents’ reactions. To Hinata, the feeling inside the room had only become more stifling.

“This isn’t Madara Uchiha,” Minato admitted softly. “That was just an alias.”

An alias for who? Hinata wanted to ask.

But she didn’t. Although she couldn’t understand why, it was clear to her that he was in pain.

Sasuke grunted to draw attention to himself. “This is the one, right? The last member of the Akatsuki who got away?”

“That is what he described himself as,” Hinata said.

“It’s him,” Naruto confirmed. “All of his tricks were the same as when we fought in Ame.” He massaged his jaw. “He had a few new ones, too. Almost got me. But I had help.”

Hinata blushed at the pride in his voice.

“I did not do much,” she insisted quietly.

Naruto just squeezed her hand, holding it tighter. If not for the company they had, Hinata might’ve done something serious.

“The situation at the border is calm again,” Sasuke said. “As soon as you two disappeared, the One-Tail started wreaking havoc. Mindless havoc. It didn’t make any sense, except as a distraction, which it was.”

“It was being controlled by the Sharingan,” Minato confirmed. “The timelines coincide. When Naruto finished his fight, the One-Tails Jinchuuriki regained control and stood down.”

“Is that why Suna attacked years ago?” Hinata asked, the thought occurring to her suddenly. It seemed crazy that the fake Madara could’ve been behind even an event like that, but Hinata had heard stories about the Akatsuki, and she’d seen the power he wielded herself.

“...No,” Minato said. “That was not his doing. The One-Tails Jinchuuriki was acting on his own at that time.”

“He had a bad seal. A downright offensive one. But I fixed it!” Naruto said.

“It was not limited to Suna this time, either,” Minato said. “Spies were reported around every major Konoha building, all of which escaped seemingly with earth jutsu before they could be caught. The Kumo Delegation was attacked by fake Konoha ninja on their way out of Fire Country. There have been rumors among merchants about Kiri looking to weaken their opponents in the world. If something happened to Naruto in these circumstances… It would have been war.”

“That’s what he wanted,” Hinata recalled. “He admitted as much.”

“But why?” Minato said.

The pain was back, the question itself clearly rhetorical. Hinata didn’t get the feeling that he was asking why someone would want a war, but rather why this person, this fake Madara, would want one. Kushina stroked his back. Minato took thirty seconds to mourn with his eyes, then his expression hardened.

“Keep the body,” he ordered Naruto. “We’ll hand it over to Tsunade once she’s recovered. Any last secrets will be discovered then. Sasuke, relay to your father that the Uchiha Police Force will need to be on high alert for the next few days.”

“Yes, sir,” Sasuke said. 

“Hinata.”

Hinata straightened her back (although she still didn’t let go of Naruto’s hand). “Yes, sir?”

Minato’s eyes softened.

“Good work,” he said. “Dismissed.”

He returned to his desk, settling heavily into his chair. Only his wife stayed with him, following him to his seat and massaging his shoulders. Naruto resealed the body as he, Hinata, and Sasuke descended from the Hokage tower.

“I didn’t know you had been deployed to the border,” Hinata said. 

“I hadn’t been,” Sasuke said. “But Minato knows where I live.”

Hinata stared at him. “I believe the village has records of where most ninja live.”

“But the Hokage doesn’t have Hiraishin markers outside of just anyone’s house. It’s not fun to answer a knock on your door and get teleported to fight a tailed beast.”

“Liar,” Naruto said. “We both know you love fights like that. You just love to complain, too.”

Sasuke looked away. “Hmph.”

The three of them stepped out onto the sandy Konoha streets outside. They found Sakura waiting for them, leaning against the side of a mahogany building. As soon as they appeared she approached.

“Tsunade is doing well,” she said. “It seems like a genjutsu got her, but she’s in good physical health.”

Hinata didn’t even want to think about how powerful a genjutsu would need to be in order to trap an S class medic-nin. 

“She must’ve been slacking off!” Naruto said. “Tell her to get off her ass once she’s up. She needs to get back in shape.”

“One of you two tell her!” Sakura said. “I’m the one she can beat up, I’m not doing it!”

“Coward,” Naruto said.

“Mmm.” Sasuke nodded.

The sun was just barely beginning to set in the sky, despite Hinata feeling like she’d been awake for forty hours straight. Her talk with Minato in his office had been that morning. What was she going to do now? She wasn’t sure she she even could go home after her duel and its aftermath. 

“Was he the one?” Sasuke asked suddenly.

His voice was guarded. Perhaps hesitant. But Naruto understood, pulling a seal out of his pocket.

“He was,” Naruto said, completely serious for once. “They’re in here.”

Hinata stared at the seal he passed over. It was a variant of storage seal; a complex one designed to treat whatever was inside with the utmost care. More importantly, she recognized it. Inside were the eyes that Naruto gouged out of the fake Madara’s arm.

Sasuke gingerly accepted the seal.

“And you’re sure they’re… his?” he asked.

“Amaterasu,” Naruto said.

Sasuke gave a very small nod, followed by two more like it.

“Thank you,” he said.

“You don’t have to,” Naruto said.

Their conversation was incomprehensible, yet Hinata’s mind was racing. The eyes Naruto had just given Sasuke were Sharingans— the same kind of strange ones that the fake Madara used. They’d been embedded in his arm, somehow, so they clearly hadn’t been his to begin with. And what had the fake Madara said to Naruto when he revealed them?

Wasn’t he like an older brother to you?

If there was anyone he could have killed Sasuke’s older brother inside the village and gotten away with it, a shinobi who could teleport and kill with a touch seemed like the most likely culprit. A lump formed in Hinata’s throat, and she was the least involved in this out of the four people present. She couldn’t imagine how Sasuke felt right now.

Better than before, a voice suggested in her mind.

Sasuke pocketed the seal, and as if a switch had flipped, Naruto was smiling again. Hinata made a note that roughly forty-five seconds seemed to be the upper limit of his ability to be somber.

“Man, I’m hungry!” Naruto said.

Sakura and Sasuke traded looks.

“Ichiraku’s, like old times?” Sakura suggested.

“No can do,” Naruto said.

Sakura and even Sasuke’s jaws fell open.

“You… You’re turning down Ichiraku’s?” Sakura asked. “Did you get hit in the head while fighting? Did the masked man kill and replace you? Are you a clone?”

“I’ve got an appointment, that’s all!” Naruto said.

“An appointment?” Hinata asked. “With whom?”

His arm snaked around her waist.

“You,” Naruto said, his face appearing so close that their noses nuzzled. With a bright orange flash, the two of them disappeared off of the street. Although Hinata wasn’t around to see it, Sakura scratched her head.

“Ah, young love,” she said.

“They’re our age,” Sasuke reminded her. “Exactly our age.”

“I remember when we were like that. Couldn’t keep our hands off of each other. Like on that mission to Snow Country…”

Sasuke visibly blushed.

“I was cold,” he said. “Had to warm up somehow.”

“Uh-huh.” Sakura smiled knowingly. “That’s why we stayed two extra nights. They almost listed us as Missing-nin after that one.”

The two of them stood on the street together, completely lost in thought, until Sakura snatched Sasuke’s hand and forcibly pulled him along.

“We’re not going to Ichiraku’s, are we?” Sasuke asked. Sakura’s lack of answer was an answer itself, and he shook his head ruefully. “Your place or mine?”

“My place. Your mother would be able to hear us across the courtyard with how loud I plan to get.”

Sasuke nodded, allowing him to be dragged along in his girlfriend’s wake.

“...She’d probably like that,” he finally said.

Sakura gave him a strange look, and Sasuke grimaced.

“I told you before. She really wants those grandkids.”

O-O-O

Hinata was growing used to Hiraishin travel. It didn’t feel like much, perhaps because it was over so fast. You could cover vast distances in less than the time it took to blink, so long as you had a marker there to anchor you.

It really didn’t surprise Hinata to discover Naruto had tagged the Hokage Monument for easy access.

He immediately dropped onto his butt when they arrived, pulling Hinata down with him. Soon they were both sitting, Hinata leaning against his shoulder, while Naruto dug seals out of his pockets and tossed them aside, searching for something in particular.

“I know it was around here…” he said. “Aha! And then one of these…”

There was a minute puff of smoke followed by the appearance of ten instant ramen containers. He placed another seal down, one that released heat like a stove, and then used a third to add water.

“I know it’s not Ichiraku’s, but a promise is a promise, ya know?” Naruto said.

“I am more than alright with this arrangement,” Hinata said. 

The seals cooked ramen faster than any stove Hinata ever interacted with. Knowing Naruto, he likely spent long hours in his workshop perfecting this exact art.

Naruto offered the first one to her, pulling utensils from yet another seal, and quickly heated a cup for himself. Hinata blew on the broth, then used her chopsticks to bring the noodles to lips and slurp them up. Small drops of broth landed on her cheeks and chin. It was invigorating, not having to care. Who was here to see them after all?

“Not bad, right?” Naruto asked.

“I’m not complaining,” Hinata said. “At least this time you actually saved some for me.”

“Hey, that wasn’t completely my fault,” Naruto said, recalling the first time they met atop the Hokage monument. “You took so long getting up here!”

“And that makes it not your fault how?”

“Because I was hungry?”

Hinata shook her head.

A touch of orange was entering the sky, painting the clouds and glinting against windows far below.

“It looks like you,” Hinata said.

“The… sky?”

“It’s orange,” Hinata said. “That’s your color.”

She could still see it in her mind’s eye— the powerful chakra ringing Naruto’s body, propelling him around the battlefield with animalistic vigor. It was fierce and wild. Unforgettable.

“You aren’t mad?” Naruto asked tentatively.

“About what?”

“That I didn’t tell you anything. I thought it would scare you.”

Hinata couldn’t help herself. She reached out, rubbing Naruto’s stomach through his shirt— right above the seal she knew lay underneath.

“I’m not mad,” she said. “And what scares me is what would’ve happened today if you weren’t there.”

It wasn’t just that he saved her from the masked man. His presence was what let her disobey the clan the way she did. It had been Naruto’s voice, more than any of the others, that allowed her to rise before Neji. He was the one who forced her father and the elders into submission. And even before that, it was Naruto’s influence that taught her how to take a stand. She owed him so much.

And now, there was nothing getting in between them anymore.

The realization hit Hinata hard. That’s right. There was no reason she had to hold back anymore, was there?

She kissed him. Naruto pulled her close. He didn’t hesitate at all, adjusting quickly, and they picked up right where they left off in his workshop. Hinata’s weight pushed him down on his back. His hands slid under the jacket she was wearing, leaving it askew and exposing the mesh undershirt beneath. Their heads moved back and forth as their tongues danced. Naruto’s hands slid down her back, groping her butt through the thick cargo pants from the duel, and Hinata felt something in her chest that she’d never felt before— like a kind of hunger.

With the last of her willpower, they separated temporarily, looking at each other.

“I put seals up earlier,” Naruto said, his hands still on her. “Nobody is going to be coming close.”

Hinata activated her eyes, double-checking what he said. He was right. There were no chakra signatures around, and seals of some kind had been scattered around their position. She shut her Byakugan off right after. For what was coming, she wanted to see in full color.

“It’s just us, then?” Hinata asked huskily.

Naruto smirked. She grabbed his collar with two fists, bunching it up and dragging his lips back to hers. They kissed again, racing past the point of no return.

Hinata’s jacket was the first thing to go. It slipped off her arms and Naruto tossed it aside by the hem. She could taste the ramen they ate on his lips. His hands probed the top of Hinata’s heavy pants, then dug underneath them.

Hinata shivered. Only her panties were separating his fingers from her body, and they were doing a poor job of it. He was so strong. Suddenly, Naruto flipped her over.

Hinata’s back landed on the sandy ground. On his knees above her, Naruto lifted off his shirt, his muscular body framed against the sunset. He descended on her, kissing her, and this time his hands found her breasts.

Hinata’s mesh undershirt was sheer and see-through, showing the bra she had on underneath. Naruto’s fingers molded her flesh, both firm and gentle. Kissing felt different with him on top and Hinata’s head pressed against the ground. She couldn’t pull back if she wanted to. Luckily, she stopped wanting that a long time ago.

Naruto’s lips slipped away from hers. He kissed the corner of her jawn, then the underside of her chin, then the side of her neck. Hinata's back arched under the touch of his mouth and fingers. 

When he got to her collarbone, Naruto moved on to light kisses, planting them on her mesh shirt as he descended lower. She could tell where he was going, and it made Hinata’s body shake with pleasure. She parted her legs, letting Naruto slip his bare torso between her thighs. Naruto grabbed the flap of her pants between his teeth and carefully eased it open, loosening the crotch.

With a hand on either of her legs he pulled Hinata’s pants down off of her ankles. She felt the coarse ground on the back of her legs, but the feeling hardly registered. All Hinata could focus on was the sight of Naruto. He returned to her crotch, fondling it. His fingertips brushed Hinata’s cameltoe. 

“Mm!” Hinata moaned.

Naruto smiled warmly. His fingers kept moving softly over her until they grasped the edge of her panties, pulling them down the same way as her pants. Hinata was hyper-conscious of the evening on her exposed vulva. Naruto’s chiseled shoulders pressed into the bottoms of her thighs, lifting Hinata’s hips up. She gasped as he planted those wonderful lips of his right on her pussy. Without hesitation his tongue dug in.

“Uhm!” Hinata moaned. “Ah! Oh!”

She tried to keep her voice down at first, even though she could feel his tongue moving through her. It was a hundred times better than her fingers could ever be— because she knew it belonged to Naruto. He was looking at her, holding eye contact. And just like with ramen, Naruto was a messy eater.

Hinata was getting wetter by the minute, and Naruto didn’t care at all. Her arousal smeared on his cheeks and dribbled down his chin, yet he kept licking, picking out her sensitive spots without hesitation or doubt. Naruto reached her clit and Hinata forgot everything else.

“MmmmmwwhhhAAAAAAHH!” she howled, letting her voice loose. Naruto pressed his body forward, rolling Hinata’s midsection as he lifted her crotch further. She felt like she was on fire inside, and Naruto’s tongue was the torch setting flame to the mansion. Everywhere he touched pleasure thrummed through Hinata. Her calves came together against the back of his neck. Her back tensed, and with another great yell, she came all over Naruto Namikaze’s face.

He didn’t mind. As Hinata’s legs loosened and slid off his back, he rose up again, wiping his face with the back of his hand, those blue eyes glittering. When he’d cleaned his face, he lapped at the back of his hand, licking it clean.

“Delicious,” he declared.

Hinata had to pay him back. If this went on, her mind was going to melt. Before that happened, she had to take the initiative. To prove to herself that she could, if nothing else.

She twisted up onto her knees herself, pushing Naruto back. He allowed himself to fall as Hinata crawled on top of him, dragging his pants and underwear down past his knees in one go. There it was. Naruto’s dick was erect and ready, truly in front of her this time. Hinata reached out, stroking it gently, shivering from the warmth she felt there.

Grabbing her mesh shirt, she lifted it up before stopping halfway. Undoing her bra, Hinata pulled it out the bottom of her undershirt and set it aside, her nipples poking out through the net-like fabric. Naruto looked intrigued. 

She stroked his dick again, angling it up as she did. Then, Hinata bent down, pushing his penis between her breasts from below. The mesh shirt over them helped hold them in shape so that she could feel them pressing on his shaft from both sides. Hinata’s hands pushed on her breasts from the outside as she frowned thoughtfully. How had Tsunade done this again?

She pushed her breasts up, then slid them back down Naruto’s shaft. It mostly worked, and the more she did it the more confident she grew. Her chest wasn’t quite up to Tsunade’s standards, but it was still the asset she was most confident in. When her breasts pooled around Naruto’s base, his tip would poke up through her cleavage, stretching the mesh. As Hinata became engrossed, rubbing her breasts along him faster and faster, she couldn’t resist bending down and planting a big smooch right on his slit.

Naruto’s tip exploded.

Hinata got a taste of something bitter on the tip of her tongue. Her eyes widened, and it took her a moment to recognize that this was cum. There was so much of it, too. A little bit made it into her mouth, squirting through the openings in the mesh, but most collected on Hinata’s cleavage. It ran in warm trails down the inside of her breasts along the sides of Naruto’s still-hard cock. A hand stroked the side of her head, and Hinata looked up at Naruto.

“It’s more fun than watching, huh?” Naruto asked.

“It is,” Hinata muttered. Suddenly, eyes widened as her head jerked up. “Wait—”

Naruto laughed. He stood up, his dick sliding out of Hinata’s messy cleavage as he kicked his pants the rest of the way off, removing a seal from them at the same time.

“I found something interesting on the ground back on that mountain,” he said. “It wasn’t super important at the time, but I thought it mattered enough to bring back.”

A wooden mask appeared in his hand, one with rounded ears and a brown surface. Hinata hadn’t even registered that she lost it.

“Hey there, Mouse,” Naruto said. “It’s nice to finally join in, huh?”

Hinata blushed fiercely, unable to answer.

“I admit, I’m curious though,” Naruto said. “Which was more fun? Watching in person, or through the journal?”

“I— It— You knew?” Hinata stammered.

“I knew that Hinata stole the journal, and I knew Mouse was the strange girl who kept coming back to watch,” Naruto said. “But I didn’t know until today that both of them were you.”

“It wasn’t stealing,” Hinata said robotically. “I was planning to return it. At some point.”

Naruto smirked. “Did you enjoy it at least?”

“Yes. For a while. But eventually, it just made me want the real thing.”

He hid it behind a grin, but Naruto actually blushed slightly.

Hinata could feel thin trails of cum sliding down her stomach. She was desperate to keep going. But there was one thing she had to ask.

“Then you really are—?”

Naruto raised an eyebrow, egging her on.

“You’re really… Fox?”

Instead of answering out loud, Naruto’s own mask appeared in his hand, complete with its whiskers and everything. He placed it over his face, and just like that, it was Fox standing in front of her. Hinata almost shook with embarrassment.

How silly she had been. And how fun this was going to be.

Naruto tilted his head to the side, asking a silent question— requesting permission. From this point on, if she said yes, it wouldn’t be Naruto Namikaze fucking her but Fox himself, ruler of the Den.

Hinata didn’t hesitate. “Do it.”

There was an explosion of motion. 

Chains wrapped around Hinata’s wrists. They were too powerful to resist, yet each was warm to the touch, almost gentle as they pulled Hinata’s arms out wide. More chains appeared in front of her chest, cutting away her undershirt without ever touching her skin. The last part of Hinata’s clothes was sliced off, falling to the ground, leaving Hinata completely naked. Chains wrapped around her waist, holding her still, while two more encircled her breasts, squeezing them just hard enough for her to feel.

Naruto’s tails moved with a mind of their own. Somehow, just from their touch, Hinata could feel that these weren’t hunks of metal. They were pure chakra: Naruto’s chakra.

Hinata was immobilized on her knees… and she would have it no other way. Naruto stepped forward. Because his tails were holding her, he had both hands free— one to angle his manhood forward, and another to grab the back of Hinata’s head, holding it still. Hinata felt his dick part her lips.

It slid in. Not far at first, but it kept going deeper. Hinata ran her tongue along the bottom. He tasted different than the dildo Tsunade gifted her. Hinata looked up at him, staring at his mask as his tip brushed the back of her throat.

Naruto slowly pushed her limits. Hinata still remembered the choking incident when she tried to mimic Shizune with the dildo. Against all her instincts, she fought to keep her throat relaxed. The top of her neck bulged.

This was different than when they started. Although he wasn’t pushing past what Hinata could handle, Naruto had become sterner since the mask came on. His chains tightened, moving Hinata’s arms behind her back. The tails encircling her breasts spiraled tighter, groping Hinata’s large bust. Unable to hold it all in, trace amounts of spit were starting to spill past Hinata’s lips, dripping down her chin. Yet another tail appeared, wiping her cheeks dry.

Hinata could feel him in her throat now. Naruto was moving a tiny bit faster, but in a position like hers even that felt like a major change. She traced the veins of his dick with her tongue, trying to hide the way her eyes were starting to water. She could feel his fingers on the back of her head, holding it still.

The bottom of his dick bulged. Hinata could feel it with the tip of her tongue. She didn’t understand what it meant until he pulled back, leaving just his tip inside of her mouth.

Hinata’s mouth quickly filled with the same bitter taste as the mess between her breasts. There was so much more of it this time, filling her whole mouth. She swallowed to keep it from spilling, and felt its warmth sliding down her throat. She liked the feeling. Gulping three more times, she cleared her mouth of every last drop.

Naruto stepped back, staring at her, but his tails didn’t retreat. Hinata caught her breath, breathing hard on her knees, her cleavage still sticky from their earlier fun. Her hair was sticking up in places where Naruto’s hand had grabbed her head. Instead of going soft, Naruto only got harder.

His tails moved quickly. Hinata was lifted into the air as if she was weightless, the chains wrapping her up. Just like during the battle there were nine in total— two around her ankles, two squeezing her thighs, two for her wrists, two more for her breasts, and one — gently — encircling her throat. Naruto stood completely still, pulling her toward him.

He kept his hands at his sides. With his mask and his casual posture, he looked completely impassive, yet Hinata felt his tip at her entrance. The chains eased her down, pressing her body onto his. She loved it.

She never did make it back to Oni after her last use of the dildo, so there was no pain this  time, only a slight stinging as the chains squeezed her breasts. All of the chakra constructs were as warm as a human appendage. Being wrapped in so many felt like an embrace.

This part, at least, Hinata had some preparation for. As Naruto slid into her pussy, she reminded herself over and over that she’d felt this before. Her dildo was a perfect replica. Naruto struck somewhere deep inside her and Hinata’s eyes stretched open.

The real thing was different.

“Ahhn!” Hinata moaned, tilting her head back. As her neck bent, she felt the chain around her throat, not tight enough to choke her but enough to feel. Naruto watched her from behind the mask, his eyes unreadable.

When her body collided with Naruto’s hips, Hinata was lifted back up, feeling him slide through her. Then she was driven down again. She writhed as much as she could, but the tails held her in place. They slithered over more of her skin, spiraling around her limbs holding her tight. Each time Naruto’s cock slid into her, Hinata felt her nerves sing with pleasure.

The sunset had arrived in full. Konoha was framed behind Naruto, his favorite view sprawling behind him. Yet it was only her that his eyes were on. That as much as anything made Hinata shake with pleasure. The chain around her neck tilted her upright, so that her torso was parallel with Naruto’s as she bounced on his dick.

Hinata had enough experience with what she was feeling to know what was coming. An orgasm was building inside of her, one far larger than what Naruto’s tongue elicited. Everything that led up to this flashed through her mind.

So much had changed, Hinata herself most of all. Today had been the most insane day of her life. She watched a fight beyond what she could understand, and even helped one side win it. She stood up to her clan. She talked to the Hokage himself and earned his blessing. And now… this.

It was almost too much to fathom, so Hinata didn’t try. She allowed herself to forget it all for the moment. It didn’t matter. All that mattered was that she was here, Naruto was here, and he was hers. She pushed her neck forward, stretching out her lips, and the chains let her do it.

In hindsight, kissing a mask would’ve been awfully embarrassing. Instead, Naruto’s hands flashed up, removing his mask and tossing it aside. When Hinata’s lips reached him, he accepted her kiss. His tongue into her mouth like it did at the start. Hinata came the moment they kissed.

She howled, although the moan was absorbed by Naruto’s mouth. She felt herself tightening and spasming around Naruto’s cock. His chains lifted her hips and slammed them down one more time, creating a meaty smack. As the last vestiges of Hinata’s body-shaking orgasm passed, she was lifted up and pulled away from him, just in time for Naruto’s own orgasm to spray across her body.

She wasn’t the only one who had built up to something bigger. Naruto came everywhere. Fresh globs landed on her sticky breasts, running down her body. Other patches of cum landed on her stomach, neck, and shoulders. The last part of his orgasm was delivered directly across her face. One of Naruto’s chain tails slid across her eyes like a blindfold, shielding them as he painted her face with his seed. Hinata relished the sticky warmth.

She would have been satisfied if it ended there, but when the chain slid back, Naruto was still hard.

“Uzumaki genes give you a lot of stamina,” Naruto said. “Incidentally, being a Jinchuuriki does the same thing. It takes a lot to tire me out. Think you can handle it?”

“I don’t know,” Hinata said. “Let’s try.”

Naruto smirked. His tails lifted her up again, pulling her toward him, and this time he wrapped his arms around her as well, holding her like she was his as his.

Because she was.