Tamed by Touch: Ch. 1 - Losing Control (Naruto/Makima)

This story idea was commissioned by sagechrxs! It revolves around Naruto being born in the Chainsaw Man universe, gaining the interest of Makima. Their paths cross, and only one comes out on top! Enjoy!

STORY START:

"Another devil down the drain."

A whiskered blonde sighed, placing both hands behind his head. He leaned against a brick wall, enjoying the rays of the warm sun.

The man wore dark pants, tan dress shoes, an untucked black button-up, and a green jeweled necklace. His hair was a sunny blonde, while his eyes shone with a deep blue. Three whisker marks went down each side of his cheek.

He heard the sound of approaching footsteps. Turning his head to the side, the blonde was greeted by a colleague.

"Naruto, where's your blazer and tie? And why do you keep refusing to wear the standard white shirt?"

"Aki, good to see you again man. Sorry for the bother," Naruto chuckled, leaning off the wall, "You know me, I can barely stand to wear this stuffy clothing as is. Anyway, I phoned because I was walking down the street before realizing it kept looping. A punch here, a kick there, and let's just say I put it down for good."

The mass of flesh pulsed by their feet, reminding the pair of its demise.

Aki Hayakawa was a stoic man. He had black hair that he wore in a topknot style, dressed in a black suit and pants. He sighed, reaching into his pocket before retrieving a cigarette.

"I don't know why Makima is willing to put up with you," Aki spoke while taking a puff from his stick, "Do you even know what kind of devil you killed?"

"He called himself the Eternity Devil," Naruto mentioned while prodding the body with a kick, "He tried to suck me into some pocket dimension, but I got the drop on him. He was weaker than I thought."

Aki looked at the grotesque figure. It had numerous faces and arms squirming on the concrete. Its core was slashed down the middle, leaking fluid onto the floor.

"He ripped this thing apart," Aki thought with narrowed eyes. Naruto didn't seem like much at first glance, but he was one of the strongest people working with the Public Safety Devil Hunters.

The blonde wasn't a part of Division 4, his division, but he was well known to their ranks. He often bounced around, providing support when he was needed. Most of the time, he preferred to work by himself.

"He would be a lot more tolerable if he didn't constantly badmouth Makima..." Aki sighed as smoke filled his lungs. He had a crush on the woman and would defend her when possible.

"Anyway, I should get going," Naruto clapped his hands, "I only called so someone could speak to the cleanup crew when they arrive. I got places to be, things to do, you know? Also, if you see Himeno, tell her she still owes me those fifty bucks! See ya!"

With a bright grin, Naruto launched at high speed. His form became a blur, rapidly jumping from rooftop to rooftop. Within seconds, he completely vanished from the scene.

Aki never noticed a rat peeking over the edge of a rooftop. Silently listening to their entire conversation.

It scurried off soon after.

...

Naruto had lived his life as Hokage, enjoying the perks that came with it. At least, he had in his past life.

He had died of old age, surrounded by the grandchildren of his grandchildren. His Uzumaki longevity had long surpassed what most thought was possible.

The former Kage had been ready for the afterlife; however, he was instead brought to this world. In a stroke of luck, he had been born to his previous parents. Kushina Uzumaki and Minato Namikaze had given him life once again.

Thankfully, they didn't die during childbirth. Instead, Naruto was able to experience the love of family in this lifetime. They lived out in the countryside, meaning they had a peaceful upbringing.

However, when a Devil decided to try and make a move one day, Naruto mercilessly slew it. That's when he learned about the existence of the Public Safety squad, as well as the many divisions that made it up.

That's when Naruto dedicated his new life to bringing peace once more, killing any Devils that crossed his path. His natural affinity for the dangerous life brought him numerous offers by the Japanese government, nearly begging him to join their special police force.

With the support of his parents, Naruto decided to do so. He worked as a free agent, being called when a threat needed to be neutralized. Now, at the age of 22, he liked what he was doing. He especially had a great time with the Division 4 members, getting to bond with them at times.

Like his previous life, Naruto had access to his chakra. To his knowledge, no other people from his world had reincarnated as well, so that only left him as the sole wielder. A power that even his parents didn't have in this life.

The only thing he didn't have was Kurama, a damn shame in Naruto's opinion. His furry friend would've loved it here.

As time went on, Naruto tried to be a beacon of hope, helping those in need. No matter where he was, he was determined to keep Jiraiya's dream of peace alive.

Of course, that brought attention to him. Eyes that loved to stalk him when given the chance.

Specifically, Makima. That Devil liked to hide her true identity from her subordinates, but Naruto saw right through it. He had seen far too much, experienced too much, to be fooled by her sweet words.

She had been quite a pain when first moving to Tokyo, constantly asking him questions. Wondering how he operated. Apparently, even the higher-ups in the Public Safety Committee didn't give her access to his files. That had sparked the beginning of her intrigue with him.

That had brought him to his current situation, walking into the Tokyo Public Safety Headquarters. He traveled up the steps, walking down the hall to his meeting location.

He didn't even knock, opening the door on instinct.

"So, you called for me?"

Naruto spoke out calmly, both hands in his pockets. He closed the front door behind him with his foot, tilting his head in confusion.

The office had a faint smell of paper, ink, and coffee. Every document was stacked perfectly on a nearby table, stamped and signed. Natural light peeked through half-drawn blinds, illuminating the dark wood floor.

Makima sat behind her desk with both hands folded under her chin. She seemed amused, as if she already expected Naruto to arrive at that moment. Her attire was the typical outfit of a white shirt, black tie, and charcoal pants.

She had striking eyes, consisting of amber-gold in a hypnotic spiral. Her face was symmetrical, glowing with smooth, pale skin. High cheekbones and a small nose made her conventionally attractive.

Her shoulder-length hair was a deep crimson, slightly darker than his mother's red locks. It was tied up in a ponytail, with two bangs framing the sides of her face.

Makima's smile unnerved many, but to Naruto, it didn't faze him in the slightest. Although he couldn't deny that she was a beautiful woman.

"Thank you for coming," Her voice was soft and silky, "I know it's rather late in the day. I appreciate you humoring my request."

"Yeah, yeah," Naruto waved off, crossing his arms, "Not that I don't like talking to pretty girls, but what do you need anyway?"

"So direct and charming," Makima spoke with a hint of amusement.

"Let's cut to the chase, you're weird," Naruto pointed a finger gun at her, "You keep asking about me and trying to dig up some kind of dirt. I've known people like that, and they usually have something to hide. Like their intentions."

Danzo and Orochimaru were some of the people to pop up in Naruto's mind. People like them liked to manipulate and control.

"My intentions? You've never asked me about my intentions before," Makima pointed out with a raised brow and sly grin. "I would have no reason to lie about them if confronted."

"Okay, then what are your intentions?" Naruto asked with a raised brow.

Instead of immediately answering, Makima leaned back into her chair. Her hand folded within her lap, her smile never fading. "To be honest, you intrigue me. Much more than the Chainsaw Devil ever did-"

"Denji. His name is Denji."

This was why many people were so wary around Makima. She loved to control the smallest things, even conversation. If she could, she'd address her subordinates by their purpose rather than their name.

"My apologies, Denji..." Makima nodded, "...hasn't piqued my interest like you have. I thought that with him in my possession, I would be much closer to my goals. He was everything I needed, and even then, he wasn't you."

Naruto furrowed his brows. Seeing his confused expression, the Control Devil pressed on.

"You're not a Devil, nor do I think you've made a contract with one. You don't give off the typical abilities of a hybrid," Makima listed, "You're clearly not a fiend, even if those whisker marks throw most people off."

As she began to rant, Naruto listened. He took in every word, digesting it within his brain.

"You're an anomaly. A wildcard. Someone whom I never accounted for in my years of planning," Makima admitted, "I admit, I typically look down on those I can control. However, with you, it's the opposite."

Naruto knew what she meant. In Makima's eyes, she would only respect those she saw as an equal or higher. If you were susceptible to her charms and manipulation, she compartmentalized you in her mind. You were just another pawn at that point.

Makima never broke eye contact as she continued, "You do things that I've never seen anybody else do before. You can control the elements, create energy constructs within your palm, and clone yourself. It's as if you were put on this planet to be my keeper."

Naruto blinked, "I never thought of it like that. I'm just strong, simply as that."

Using elemental ninjutsu, the Rasengan, and his Kage Bunshin no Jutsu were his favorites. Most of the Public Safety knew some part of his skillset from seeing him in action.

"No, you're not just strong. You're beyond that," Makima stated while retrieving a file from under her desk, reading it carefully, "You've been on 381 missions since you started with us, and completed each one with flawless marks. A 100% success rate. Everything from street cleanup to fighting high-tier Devils."

It felt like yesterday when Naruto joined. In reality, it was around a year ago. His genuine desire to help had fueled his spirit.

"I'm just good at what I do," Naruto shrugged.

"No other Devil Hunter has this kind of success rate, not even close," Makima stated while putting the file away, "I've come to my own conclusion on the matter."

"And that is?" Naruto asked.

"You are to become mine. I will not let someone as valuable as you slip through my fingers. If you are my keeper, I will make you earn the right."

The words sounded so absurd to Naruto that he nearly laughed. Instead, he blinked before tilting his head, "Huh?"

"It's clear that I cannot control you via conventional means. You are far stronger than I am, even I must admit that," Makima stated as if she were talking about the weather. A small pang of frustration hit her heart but she ignored it; it was the truth after all. "It's why I wish to grant a proposition."

"Such as?"

Makima stood up from her chair, bringing both hands up to the top of her shirt. Without a second thought, she unbottened the collar and let it fall open, "If you can dominate me in the bedroom, I will concede control. You will have won my obedience and body."

"Wait, time out," Naruto brought up the 'T' symbol with his hands, "You want me to fuck you? No offense, but I would've thought someone like you would have a line of guys leading out of this office!"

"None of them are interesting. None of them can do what you do," Makima spoke while continuing to undo her top, "The first to cum is the loser. Do we have a deal?"

Naruto pondered in thought, debating on the proper course of action.

On one end, he wasn't some lovesick schoolboy who flustered at the first sight of skin. He was a man, a man who had a healthy libido to boot. Using sex to control him wouldn't be easy; even seduction attempts didn't work on him in his past life.

On the other end...he was pent-up. Naruto spent most of his time protecting innocent civilians and restoring order, meaning he had little time to pursue a love life. Furthermore, Makima was a beautiful woman in her own right.

Imagining himself on top of her, ruining her, made his arousal spike. It would be nice to know that he was the one to break Makima. To show that she wouldn't always have it her way.

He didn't think she was as bad as someone like Danzo, but he could certainly see her becoming something like that if left unchecked. Perhaps this was the perfect opportunity to strike from behind the scenes.

With his mind made up, Naruto smiled. "Then let's get to it. Whoever cums first yields."

"Hook, line, and sinker," Makima smiled inwardly, her plan coming to fruition. She had learned to give up on taking Naruto head-on; nothing she threw at him would stick. Instead, she went to plan B and exposed her body.

As the Control Devil, she had the full intention of slowing down her orgasm. Once Naruto came first, he would be the loser. Then, she could add him as her most valuable asset. It would be an achievement that would ensure none of her future plans went awry.

He was the final obstacle to overcome. A variable that needed to be dealt with. This was the only way.

Aki liked her. Denji worshipped her. Power bowed to her. Yet, none of them invoked strong enough feelings from her to even consider something like this.

Aki would blush at a few words. Denji would cream his pants if she showed her upper thigh. Power would eat her out if commanded. In some way, she knew how to control them. With Naruto, she had none of that. It was either going all out or giving up.

And Makima didn't give up without exploring every avenue, no matter what it was.

"Don't worry about cumming inside, I can't get pregnant," Makima explained as her shirt fell, revealing shapely breasts covered by a black lacy bra. Her hands reached behind her, fiddling with the bra clasp.

It fell onto the floor shortly after.

Her DD-cup tits sprang out, bouncing in the open air. They were creamy, topped with strawberry nubs. Her aeroals were small, almost button-like. Makima showed no shame in her bare torso, presenting it with a calculating smile.

Naruto, as a healthy, hot-blooded male, smirked with lust in his eyes, "I can't lie, seeing that is driving me wild."

Makima basked in the compliment, pulling down her pants and underwear in one motion. Her shoes were next to leave, being kicked off with practiced diligence.

She was only left in her white ankle socks, her ponytail resting atop her shoulder. Placing both hands behind her back, Makima angled her body and reflected the sun's rays.

Her porcelain skin reminded Naruto of the finest ceramic. She was voluptuous with an hourglass figure. Her slim tummy, long legs, womanly hips, and blemish-free skin would've turned the head of either gender.

Bringing his gaze downward, Naruto got an eyeful of her cunt. Two labia folds pulsed gently, protecting the pink slit underneath. She had no pubic hair or razor burn, leaving it bare and perfect.

She might've been a manipulator with a silver tongue, but her body was making Naruto excited. It made him want to pounce on her, showing her why he would win.

Instead, he reeled in his urges. He wouldn't give in so easily, not when the stakes were high.

"Do you find my form appealing?" Makima asked while turning her hip, lifting a single ass cheek, and letting it fall with a jiggle. She glanced upward with her hypnotizing gaze, her red hair fluttering in the air. The Devil wanted to hear his response.

Naruto didn't answer; instead, he commanded, "Come undress me."

Makima raised a brow but didn't comment, "I see, he wants to try and set the stage by taking the first victory...so be it, it'll lull him into a false sense of security."

On the outside, it looked like two individuals about to rut. Internally, Makima analyzed this like she would any battle. That's the kind of Devil she was.

Nodding her head like a demure housewife, Makima walked over and got to her knees. She would let Naruto think he won this round; her victory would come later.

It was just them, alone in her office. They had all the time in the world, especially with the sun setting in the distance.

Makima was sure she could outlast his stamina. There was no way a regular human, no matter how powerful they were, could best her home advantage. She would drain this man for everything he was worth.

Despite his prowess, he seemed to be in his early 20s. Men at that age were worried about starting a career and satisfying their libido. She was sure Naruto would be eating out of the palm of her hand soon enough.

She shifted her legs, comfortably sitting on her knees. Dainty hands grabbed the hem of Naruto's pants, gripping tightly.

With a quick movement, she pulled down.

THWACK~!

"Oh my..." Makima stated, bringing a palm to stroke the beast in front of her face. It had immediately smacked her face. She tried to keep most of the shock off her face, inwardly surprised at what she was seeing.

This wasn't a dick. This was a bitch breaker.

"Hmmn...that feels nice," Naruto groaned with closed eyes, placing a hand in Makima's red hair. He massaged her scalp with tender care, "Keep stroking, your hand feels great."

It was 12 inches of throbbing man meat. Peach-toned foreskin and thick cock veins littered the shaft, with a small patch of blonde pubes at the base. A heavy sack hung below, full of virile seed.

"I must admit, you're much larger than the average male," Makima stated as if she was reading from a medical textbook, feeling the heavy mass pulse in her hand.

"Guess I was born with good genetics," Naruto smirked from above, his cock growing to full size. It towered over Makima's face, its shadow overlapping her face.

Without warning, Naruto used his other hand and grabbed the base of his sword. He slightly pulled on Makima's hair, pulling her head back.

"It's bigger than, tap~, your face," Naruto mentioned as he repeatedly slapped his cock on Makima's forehead, enjoying how she breathed in his musk. "I don't know how, tap~, you're going to fit this, tap~, in your pussy."

"I'll manage," Makima smirked. She might've been in a submissive position at the moment, but it didn't bother her. She took in Naruto's scent, making a mental note to memorize it.

She remembered smells better than faces anyway.

Deciding to humor the man, Makima stuck out her tongue with a hum, "Ahhhh~!"

Raising a brow, Naruto smirked in amusement. He gently planted his cock atop the pink appendage, rubbing it side to side.

"Get a taste of that..." He kept a firm grip on her red hair, pushing her head even deeper against his dick. "...I'm going to make you regret ever trying to go toe to toe with me in the bedroom."

"Whateverh youu shay~!" Makima slurred, planting a sloppy kiss on the underside of his cock. She slowly snaked her tongue, running her face along the prick. Her hypnotic eyes peeked through, keeping eye contact the entire time.

Naruto took that as a declaration of war. He was going to ruin Makima.

"Open wide," His voice was full of authority, his cerulean eyes shining from the sun's rays. Keeping her gaze locked on his, Makima did as she was told.

Her jaw pried open, inserting the first few inches down her throat.

GLURK! SPLURK! SPLURK~!

Naruto enjoyed hearing Makima gag on his dick. It was like music to his ears, making him groan in satisfaction. The warm, wet cave was making his hormones run wild.

He had Makima, one of the most influential people in Japan, on her knees and giving him head. He was the one to do that; nobody else did. A small part of his ego grew just thinking about it.

"Glug! Glug! Glug~!" Makima choked, saliva leaking from her stretched lips. She relaxed her throat, hollowing her cheeks at the same time.

Despite her best efforts, Makima recognized that this member would be a lot to handle. She had to consciously control her gag reflex to avoid losing the first battle.

Her hands rested atop Naruto's thighs, bobbing her head up and down. Her pink tongue, which was used to whisper sweet nothings and manipulate others, was now servicing a man. Someone who

"I think I'm starting to get why urgh~-Denji and Aki like you," Naruto grunted while digging a few more inches down her espohogus, "You sound much better when your mouth is full and not barking orders."

Makima frowned, pinching Naruto's thighs at the words. She might've tolerated a lot, but her status as a leader needed to remain absolute.

Naruto punished her for thinking she had some power balance here.

GLURK! SPLURK! SPLURK~!

The movements sped up, making Makima widen her eyes slightly. The world became a blur as she was used like a sex toy, a cocksleeve to this man's whims.

He bucked his hips harder. He snarled louder. He flexed his bicep, pushing her down roughly. Naruto was making a statement, a statement that she had no control over him.

"Nngh! Fuck yeah! Slobber on that dick!" Naruto slid a few more inches. There were only 4 more inches left to cram inside the woman's tight throat.

His arousal started to flare up, triggering a deep instinct to dominate Makima. He wanted to show her why she shouldn't mess with people, especially him. He had every intention of winning this battle of wills.

Makima, despite choking and gagging, kept her calm. Glancing upward, she made a show of clogging her nose with one hand. Keeping both ends pinched together, she made it feel like an airtight seal.

Then, she choked herself by swallowing the last inches of his dick.

GLURKKKKK! SPLURKKKK!

Blonde pubes tickled Makima's nose. She shuddered and paused, feeling this massive pipe stretch open her stomach lining. It felt like swallowing a metal pole.

She kept her nose plugged, slurping and lathering the dick in saliva. Throat slime leaked down her plump lips, staining the office floor below.

Over and over, Makima made herself a masturbation device. She throated the bitch breaker with great difficulty, but never gave up. Her abilities allowed her to keep her arousal to a minimum, ensuring she stayed ahead.

Naruto, however, didn't give her the benefit so easily.

"Did you think I was ngh~-stupid?" He asked with a cocky grin, watching from above with his amused expression, "I won't lie that this feels amazing, but I haven't forgotten the deal. I'm not cumming first."

Makima nearly coughed as she was pried off the fat slab of meat, strands of spit stretching from her lips to the shaft. Realizing there was no need to keep her nose plugged, the Control Devil released her hold.

"It was creative to control your gag reflex; nearly had me there," Naruto chuckled while glancing over to her desk. He had always wanted to fuck in an office. "I'm warmed up, let's skip to the main thing."

Makima wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, her swirling pupils staring into Naruto's soul, "I almost thought I had it. It seems you're going to be tougher than I thought."

Naruto hoped so.

Makima fell into Naruto's rhythm, her naked back slamming against her wooden desk. The same place she had spent countless hours over, reading documents and managing reports, was now going to be defiled with rough sex.

She quite liked the idea.

"Your honey pot is leaking," Naruto chuckled, placing himself between Makima's spread legs. He slapped his cock a few times against her labia folds, "You want this more than you want to admit."

Makima purred, wrapping her legs around his waist, "Perhaps. Now, are you going to fuck me or are you willing to be my pet-"

SLAM! SQUELCH! SHLICK~!

"Nnghh!" Naruto gnashed his teeth, cupping Makima's perky ass to keep himself steady. He stood on firm legs, tensing them to give her the pounding of a lifetime.

"Ooh! Mmnh!" Makima moaned, suddenly clawing at her desk. Scratch marks were indented into the expensive wood, a sign that she had been taken on her back.

Being in the missionary position made Makima feel a special type of submissiveness. She wasn't on top, in control. Instead, that power belonged to the male above situated between her legs. It felt...foreign.

But it also felt exciting. For once in her life, someone else had managed to hold their own against her manipulation. Time would only tell if he could keep doing it.

Warm, soft walls stretched open to accommodate the invading monster. They flexed and gushed, massaging the cock for everything it was worth. Makima's pussy worked with one goal in mind: to coax the man's seed for total control.

Unfortunately, Naruto's stamina was not easy to overcome.

SLAM! SQUELCH! SHLICK~!

It started easily enough, with both people enjoying the other's flesh. They paused, moaning as they were joined as one. Their connected genitals sent nerves of pleasure up their spines.

Then, Naruto began moving. His hands dug into her ass cheeks, turning her pale flesh a cherry red.

"You feel, thrust~, amazing for a, thrust~, controlling boss!" Naruto grunted, flexing his body to break Makima's legs from around his waist. Instead, he lifted them over his shoulders.

He switched their missionary position into a Mating Press. The desk shook back and forth as he began to pound her muff.

Calves spasmed.

Thigh muscles twitched.

Biceps burned.

Yet, none of it bothered Naruto. He had endured training sessions harder than this. A quick wave of chakra throughout his body soothed his form.

Makima was in for the long ride.

SLAM! SQUELCH! SHLICK~!

The leader of Division 4 held on for dear life as Naruto ruined her guts. Her stomach enlarged with every thrust, outlining his 12-inch dick.

Leaning forward, Naruto enjoyed seeing Makima's clothed toes curl in the air. The way her legs shook back and forth, along with her ragged gasps.

Moments later, the woman dug her nails into his broad back.

"Y-You're much hah~-better than I calculated," Makima admitted with lidded eyes, "B-But I'm not close to finishing! Admit you're position as my aah~-subordinate!"

Naruto had to admit, Makima was right. Out of the two, he was likely closer to climaxing than she was. She was actively fighting back her orgasm, making his job twice as hard to complete.

He found it fair to cheat if she was going to. Fight fire with fire.

The Uzumaki snaked a hand toward Makima's perky clit. Channeling chakra to his fingertips, the blonde began to rub the nub softly.

The effect was immediate.

SLAM! SQUELCH! SHLICK~!

"KHHHUUUGGGHHH!"

Makima shouted in surprise, spit flying from her mouth. She grew genuinely worried about losing this battle. In just one second, her entire body lit up and sent shockwaves through her core.

Whatever he had done, it had broken her control. It had sent her body into a frenzied state, yearning for his touch.

In a way, it was scary. Even her sisters, the Four Horsemen, couldn't directly interfere with her abilities. Yet, this man had done the impossible by breaking her mental connection.

In another way, Makima felt assurance fill her heart. She had been right to take this man by allowing him to spear her guts. He was the one to truly stand up to her, shattering everything she thought she knew about this world.

Naruto, unaware of Makima's internal dilemma, roared while rearing his hips back. He was going to assert his dominance.

Another fierce thrust inserted his entire cock, his balls slapping against Makima's puckering asshole.

SLAM! SQUELCH! SHLICK~!

"D-Damn! Your womb is choking me!" Naruto panted while placing his face onto her impressive chest, sucking on a nipple. "I'm going to make you lose your mind!"

Makima didn't respond, too busy trying to regain her bearings.

"I nearly came from his balls-deep slam! I can barely stop myself from falling apart!" Makima pondered, tears of pleasure leaking from her face. She scratched Naruto's back, leaving behind red marks.

She was vulnerable and open. The Mating Press kept her submissive and obedient, unable to take any control.

If she were on top, riding, then she could control the pace. Naruto would've been putty in her hands.

That was no longer possible, not when he was doing something to her clit. It sent constant feelings of warmth and pleasure to her core, making her shudder and pant.

His invasion of her womb didn't help, only adding to her body locking up. Her toes wiggled within her white socks, fighting against the fabric.

It wasn't fair how good he was at sex. The well-endowed blonde was going to make her climax first at this rate.

SLAM! SQUELCH! SHLICK~!

"W-Wait! P-Please!" Makima begged, moaning as her cervix clamped down on Naruto's dick with a vice grip. "L-Let's compromise! Ah! Oh! I can offer alternative mmnh~-solutions!"

"What? Is someone scared of losing?" Naruto teased while pinching her clit, "Do you feel helpless? Not in control? Good! It's about time you stop thinking of yourself as the top dog!"

Rearing his hips, Naruto pounded away at Makima's cunt. He buried himself to the hilt, his carnal assault echoing off the walls.

His mouth latched onto the rosy nubs, swirling them with his tongue. His tongue lathered the small aeroals in mountains of spit, causing it to leak down the sides of Makima's tits.

"He's stimulating every part of me!" Makima thought with a clenched jaw, sweat rolling down her forehead, "My boobs! My womb! My clit! He's making me a sex doll!"

Naruto growled while moving his mouth to the other breast, "I'm in control now! You're going to listen to me!" He assured with a firm tone, "First off, you're going to give Himeno more paid leave! You're also going to give Kobeni a raise!"

SLAM! SQUELCH! SHLICK~!

If agreeing to his requests allowed her a moment to breathe, to regain her thoughts, Makima would do so. Anything to claw her way back into a position of power.

His friends were her pawns; these requests ultimately didn't matter to her.

"O-Okay! Y-Yes!" Makima accepted with a moan. Naruto's mouth sucked her nipples and released, watching as they jiggled back into place.

"And you're going to stop allowing innocent people to be caught in crossfire! No more collateral damage!" Naruto added on, thrusting to the base of his dick. Femcum splashed out, coating his cock in the womanly fluid.

Makima couldn't fully control if innocents were harmed, but she agreed nonetheless. Her wordless nod was caught by Naruto.

For a moment, Makima thought her plan worked. Naruto's fingers let up, pausing the influx of whatever warm energy was filling her spirit.

Then, he gave her a fanged smirk while flicking her nipple.

"Cum for me, Makima-chan! Cum for your better!"

He reintroduced the pleasant sensation, amplifying it tenfold. Makima came with the strongest orgasm of her life.

Vaginal walls tensed up, her womb clamped down, and her cervix milked him. Naruto groaned at the sensation.

An unfamiliar shriek came out of Makima's lips. The kind of noise that was reserved for sex-starved females and porn actors - not professionals like her.

Her sisters would've laughed to see her in such a state. How the mighty had fallen.

"KHHHUUUUUAAAAGGGHHHH~! I'MMMM CUUUUMMMIIINNNGGGGG!"

She squirted clear liquid onto Naruto's pelvis, staining him with her scent.

Naruto slammed himself with a final, firm buck of his hips. He rested his head atop Makima's soft tits, his balls clenching tightly. Blonde pubes kissed puffy labia folds.

The outline of his dick was easily visible in Makima's stomach. His foot-long dick had a commanding presence.

SPURT~!

SPURT~!

SPURT~!

Wave after wave of womb-drowning sperm made its way inside. It flowed like a rushing geyser, filling up every centimeter of space.

The sudden warmth made Makima relax, resting atop her desk. She stared at her office ceiling with lidded eyes, her pink walls being painted white.

Minutes passed as Makima soaked in the aftershocks of her orgasm. Her body occasionally trembled, shaking the desk.

Her face was flushed and her vision was hazy, a combination that made her look like a slut. She couldn't believe such a scream escaped her lips earlier when climaxing; the thought made her burn with embarrassment.

"Is this how...defeat feels like?" Makima pondered to herself. She still didn't understand how Naruto's technique overcame her control. It was eye-opening. "I have yet to see how Denji and Aki will react to the news that I have taken a lover."

Those two were easily manipulated by her womanly charm. Denji lusted after her while Aki shyly confessed his feelings, which she had turned down before. They were useful, meaning she had to find another way to control them.

Thoughts for later. Instead, her mind drifted to the man resting his pulsing cock inside her pussy.

He was her better. Her keeper. The man destined to rule over her, his dominance had proven that.

While it didn't change her position as Division 4's leader, it did mean he held command over her. She had no effective way to reverse their power dynamic, keeping her in checkmate.

She didn't even think the Gun Devil could beat Naruto; his power was just that overwhelming.

Slowly kissing up her boobs, Naruto chuckled, "I hope you're not a sore loser about this. A deal is a deal."

"You're correct, I've seen that you're stronger than me in more ways than one," Makima smiled while mindlessly stroking his blonde locks, "Let me recover, then we can continue."

"Continue?" Naruto raised a brow in jest.

"If I'm already declared the loser, then I'm going to enjoy the rest of the night," Makima explained while widening her legs, "I want to wake up sore tomorrow. Please be sure to make that happen."

"Only because you asked nicely," Naruto responded while leaning upward, sweat pouring down his toned form. His pectorals and abs glistened with perspiration. "I'm serious about what I said about Himeno and Kobeni. Also, you're not as sneaky as you think."

"Hmm?" Makima raised a brow, curious about what he meant.

"I know you can control animals for surveillance," Naruto explained, "Aki might not have noticed the rat on the roof earlier, but I did. Next time, don't spy on me unless I want you to."

The Control Devil smirked. She had been caught once again.

"As you wish," She conceded, a rare show of submission.

Makima thought she could chain up this man like every other pawn before him and paid the price for her ignorance.

Thankfully, the sting of defeat didn't hurt when she had a great lover making a mess of her mind all night.