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Hinata's Sensual Adventure	By : The Feelz Category: Naruto > General Views: 16948 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Hinata felt like a child that had more than her fair share of candy — slingshotting her sugar level to an all time high. She stood garbed in a white bath towel before her charming golden knight, while he was attired in his usual pants and a plain black T-shirt. But nothing looked plain on Naruto.
"You were amazing," he complimented with a smile.
Hinata's milky complected cheeks went instantly bright pink. Naruto's smile was as charming as ever, even more so, when her body was still warm and buzzing in the afterglow of their lovemaking.
The princess felt happy and giddy. She was a bit sore down there from all the deep, delicious pounding, but she stood up firm, feeling a bit hungry again. Her inner-goddess nodded.
Where did this blast of energy come from, she wondered. Then Hinata recalled Naruto telling her that she had been fast asleep for over six hours. It was only shocking until she remembered that — aside from the sedative — she had a nightmare and ended up staying awake until dust.
"I love being with you," Naruto muttered low under his breath, his deep voice a vibration Hinata felt all the way in her bones.
Tantalizingly slow and effective, he began to trail feather-light kisses around her ear and down her neck. With each time his lips touched her skin, she felt an answer contraction between her legs.
Hinata remembered the overwhelming thrill of her highly sensitive walls closing moistly around the length and width of him. She needed that again. She needed it now. But suddenly he was through, drifting regrettably away from her toward the door.
Hinata was still panting, trying to slow her breathing, her thrashing heart, and her thoughts were in riotous disarray.
"You need to eat, Hinata," he said on a breath that she could almost taste. "I won't be long..."
He could see her throat work as he swallowed, and then he was gone, leaving her a quivering mass of raging female hormones.
Naruto-kun…
Hinata spent several minutes staring at the closed door through which Naruto had just left before she returned to planet Earth. She sighed — it was a long, gushing sound that hinted of her tension.
One would think that the girl's thirst for sex would have minimized following her second marathon, but each time Naruto slide into her, she felt as if the sensation was new and otherworldly. With each thrust, her body screamed and melted in delight — it was phenomenal.
With her knight gone, along with all the grace, charm, temptation and the works, which emanated from his gorgeous structure, Hinata was able to regard her surroundings in a new light.
Blinking rapidly, as if focusing her vision, the shy princess rested her hand upon her bosom, turning on her heels to study the luxurious suite. The bedroom was large — far larger than hers was, in fact, and like the bathroom, the color scheme was of a creamy white and gold. It was gorgeous.
The four-poster bed centered the fully furnished room — it was massive! Surely this wasn't a queen size or a king size bed... this more looked like an emperor size! The pillows and quilt were white, while the canopy stood in a beautiful, silky gold contrast.
Although the room was rather spacious, the furniture didn't quite occupy all that vacant space. Hinata loved it — the bedroom was lovely in its simplicity. There were two bedside tables at either sides of the bed, adorned with its own lamp and alarm clock. A white dresser — decorated with expensive cosmetics — stood opposed to the bed against the wall. Hinata looked to a pale, pink lipstick and grimaced, but it did give her a marvelous idea.
A pair of mirrors and exotic tapestries sat perfectly placed on the walls. While she admired the intricate details of landscape embroidery, Hinata curled her toes under and felt the thick, soft carpet beneath them. It was gold.
From her toes, she looked up, out into another amazing environment. Taking another deep breath, she entered the living room area of the suite. It was huge, which should have come as no surprise considering the size of the bedroom, but her eyes still popped open with shock.
There was an opulent, plush seating area, all overstuffed couches and soft cushions. An elaborate coffee table with a stack of large glossy books, a study area with resources that could enchant any young philosopher, and an enormous plasma screen TV sat on a short shelf. The only local piece of future was a round, knee-length table that sat in the center of the room.
Hinata was awe-struck, but she knew under the influence of her beloved's intoxicating aura, she wouldn't get the chance to indulge herself with all that this ostentatious suite had to offer. But Naruto was all she needed. She missed him...
After arranging with the head-chef that dinner be delivered to a particular room, Naruto ambled over to the front desk. The chef muttered something of apparent urgency to his apprentice, and the young man watched Naruto with esteem as he listened keenly, his eye wide. The two men then quickly disappeared behind a white double-door, folding up their sleeves for whatever task they had at hand.
A strange energy hovered in the air as our hero made his way toward the counter. Many eyes watched him — especially the eyes of young women — watching in adoration and respect. Had our hero involuntarily stolen the hearts of these young maidens?
People stared and whispered commentaries to each other. This made Naruto self-conscious and a bit on edge — just when did he become a celebrity.
"What's with all this commotion," he overheard a girl ask her female friend in little over a whisper. "Who is this guy?"
Cautious and appraising, girl number two watched the slender blonde stranger as she replied. "Apparently, he's currently occupying room number sixteen."
"What? But isn't that the suite reserved only for the Daimyo?"
"Yeah." She blushed as Naruto's eyes met hers. "He's rumored to either be very rich or is close friends with the Fire Daimyo."
"Wow." Girl number one studied the boy's features. "But... he's so young."
"And so hot!" Girl number two adds briskly, gawking at Naruto dreamily. Her friend slapped her arm, looking around embarrassingly.
But the sage was the one truly embarrassed. Using his forefinger, he scratched awkwardly at the blush that kissed his cheeks, his lips heaving a pale smile.
Behind the solid sandstone desk, a very attractive, groomed, ebony-haired young woman smiled pleasantly at him.
"Hi there," Naruto greeted politely.
"Good evening, Sir... how may I help you?" Her voice was friendly and exuberant.
"Good evening. Umm..." Naruto looked from one side to the next, homing in closer. "I would like to make a request."
"Why certainly," the woman returned enthusiastically while opening a large ledger positioned on the desk before her. "May I have your name for the record?"
"Sure," Naruto looked down at the thick, leather book. It was somewhat worn out with age. "It's Uzumaki Naruto."
"Uzumaki Naruto..." the woman repeated slowly as she skimmed through the ancient pages. The names were arranged in alphabetical order by surname; his wouldn't be a problem to find. "Oh." Her eyes suddenly popped open, and that professional decorum seem to deteriorate, but only for a moment. "Mr. Uzumaki."
Naruto frowned a little. Mister?
The woman assessed him now, as if searching for some regal feature that would justify what the records stated about him — surely, a young man that was staying in their finest suite would possess some distinguishable trait that spoke of his noble blood.
One thing was certain, though, he was handsome.
"How may I be of assistance?"
"I'd like my stay here to be as private as possible," Naruto stated calmly, thinking that the rouges could have survived and may be looking for Hinata, perhaps with reinforcements. That could be troublesome. "If anyone asks, please try to give out little or no information to them."
"There is absolutely no need to worry, Sir," the woman reassured sweetly. "It is against our policy to disclose information about our tenants."
Naruto wondered about that, considering the fact that everyone in the lobby seemed to recognize him due to the room in which he stayed. He supposed nothing could be done, and hoped that the woman would at least be reticent with his information when it really mattered.
"Thanks," the warrior said before he turned on his heels to leave.
"You are most welcome, and I do hope you enjoy your stay."
It's been a blast so far!Naruto thought amusingly, but he didn't say it aloud.
This date was his and Hinata's sweet-sixteen celebration. Though, he was certain he could have created magic with the girl wherever they went, so long as they were together. The couple was like wild air currents — the entire world was their playground.
Naruto felt the woman's grin as he sauntered away from the front desk. He could feel many eyes watching him as he made his way to the curving wooden staircase. They studied his profile, and then — for the girls — his butt. Can someone say eye-rape? Could this be classified as sexual harassment?
Rounding the flight of stairs to the fourth floor, Naruto felt his nerves settling back into place, like a bolt into a tight socket. When he was through climbing the final set of stairs, he allowed his shoulders to sag accompanied by a sigh of utter relief.
Suddenly, he smelt the appetizing scent of food, like a bloodhound, or a starving wolf. The barrage of aromas rode upon the wind of the corridor — ghostly hands beckoning to him. He walked hurriedly down the ridiculously long passageway, his pace quickening as hunger performed cartwheels through hoops alive with wild flames.
Was everything on this floor enormous?
Finally, Naruto was at the door, the number "16" embedded and gilded with gold on the white surface. This was the only suite on the floor. And the most luxurious and private that Fuugetsu had to offer. Tsunade was really missing out on something great, but he didn't prolong that chain of thought.
The number sixteen, huh? How ironic, he mused.
Perhaps their staying here was some manner of fate. But Cupid was surely tampering with the strings of the divine harp, creating melodies that would often intertwine their destinies in a raging sea of sensual flames, pretty much like what happened in the bathroom not long ago.
This was definitely a sweet sixteen celebration — though, the sage hadn't gotten a chance to taste and thoroughly savor just yet. But he was patient, at least for now.
Wink-Wink!
Naruto had the key to the door, but he knocked regardless, just for the heck of it... just to see her in motion. Hinata answered on the second low thud, already blushing, from her cheeks to her ear.
She knew it was him.
Holy mother of Kishimoto! Just what was she wearing?
Naruto looked her over, from head to toe, his eyes wide as he ogled at the epitome of temptation. The warrior was dumbfounded — in a good way — and for a moment, he knew not of his hunger. Not hunger for food, anyway. His body came alive as his pulse intensified, pumping blood hot and fast through his veins, filling his sleeping dagger.
Hinata flushed crimson as she wrung her hands in her cute little apron — which was all she was wearing, along with her underwear — trying desperately to avoid his sharp, compelling gaze. His eyes felt as though they would burn the puny cloth from her dainty body.
Naruto thought about her nipples, mounted cutely atop luscious, creamy curves. He thought about her lips, her tongue, and flushed cheeks farther down south. Painfully, desperately, he wanted to cleave her with something hard, hot, lean, and growing.
All of a sudden, there was a flick of magic, and the coy princess harvested a rich field of courage. She performed an adorable curtsy, her smile benevolent and endearing. "Welcome back, honey," she greeted sweetly, keeping her voice even. "What would you like to have first — dinner? Or... um —" she looked down at herself, undoing her curtsy, which made her breasts bounced in a rather suggestive manner. Her cheeks brightened. "Or me..."
The words resounded in Hinata's mind. They stole the measure of composure she had reaped — deteriorating her barriers; leaving her vulnerable to the overwhelming roar of his masculinity. Her hormones sagged in delight as the invisible wave of energy washed over her, awakening arousal and desire.
Naruto's lips quirked up in a naughty smile as he looked down at her."I would like to have both... at the same time," he added softly, holding fast to the tethers of his self-control before her irresistible flair.
"Eh?"
He homed in close — hovering toward her — and she withdrew shyly, as if into a shell. "It's all your fault for being so sexy and teasing me with it. I'm hungry, but I'm dying to have you, too."
Hinata's eyes widened, the sweet perfume of his breath adding fuel to the growing fire.
Slowly, Naruto seized her tiny hand, pressing it just as slowly to his throbbing member. And the girl's heart drummed in surprise, but she kept her hand there. She could feel some unfathomable energy, sexual, radiating from him... entering her — from her fingers, up the stretch of her hand, and spreads through her body.
The princess's eyes softened into a gloss. Sweet, hot breaths escaped through parted lips — she needed him, too. But he pulled away, sitting restlessly around the large, mahogany table. On the outside, he seemed fairly composed, but on the inside, his hormones were in a frenzy — driving his nerves with reins as if they were slaves. All the excitement got his blood boiling to a temperature that rivaled that of magma.
From the few large plates that sat on the table, a manifold of different smells drifted upward into Naruto's nose. But as fabulous as the aromas were, the sage was more interested in detecting the scent of his lady's desire. And his lips moistened in anticipation.
Having joined him around the table, Hinata looked down tentatively to Fuugetsu's expensive cuisine. The food was artistically prepared on all eight plates — an epicure's most heartfelt fantasy. But the wide assortment of foods looked more as if they were designed to be placed up on display rather than to be consumed.
On five of the eight dishes, there was barely anything — only morsels that was bordered or coated with different sauces and pastes, finished with a leaf or two of fresh vegetable. Hinata supposed she had Naruto to thank for the other three saucers brimming with real food — filling and nutritious.
The princess thought her family had dined on all of the finest foods there were — courtesy of her father — but the fact that she couldn't identify one recipe on their plates said otherwise. Perhaps Fuugetsu had their personal and original recipes.
"Gah," Naruto exclaimed. "This food looks so good I wonder if it's even alright to eat it." He grinned, dismissing that sentiment. "Well, let's dig in!"
Hinata's lips moved on their own, stretching into a sweet smile. "Hn." She nodded her head.
"Itadakimasu," he muttered, pulling his chopsticks apart.
There was no music in his tone this time, and he didn't look as enthusiastic to eat as when he was about to partake of her cooking. In an odd way, that warmed her, but the heat kept on rising, rendering her mouth dry.
She ogled at him cautiously, her eyes imbued with the desire to copulate. She watched as he sampled food from different plates that were of a bright color. His lips parted, quirked, and twitched as he chewed — savoring the sea of flavors that exploded blissfully on his tongue.
Her mouth opened in a sultry fashion as she assessed him, and then she bit down on her bottom lip, her chemicals flowing.
Naruto caught the girl in her trance-like state. "Hinata, you must eat," he said earnestly.
The princess blushed, but she fetched her chopsticks and began exploring. She held her bowl of rice to her face, chewing slowly, studying him still, and the minutes ticked by without another word. But their lust never wavered.
The couple watched each other across the table, like wild predators waiting for the other to pounce. Hinata's discreet assessment never slacked, but every now and then, their eyes would meet in a penetrating gaze. She could see his desire — a gray storm that obscured his serene, oceanic blue eyes.
Truly, Hinata tried to eat, but she'd had all she could take — there was no longer an appetite. It wasn't her stomach that she needed to be filled. Sure, the region was close, but she wanted to be given a different kind of protein — raw, warm, and concentrated. A thick bonus following delicious friction and perhaps a sensual spanking.
All of a sudden, the warrior's sky blue gaze held hers. He was so unnerving. Hinata wanted to look away but she was caught — spellbound. Her fingers knotted, her tummy homing a fluttering flame.
Naruto's mood visibly shifted. His eyes softened, expression warm, and she saw a trace of a smile on his beautifully chiseled lips. He noted that her eyes were changing — gradually changing to those belonging to a princess plagued by frustration. He didn't want her to cry again, not when he was fully capable of granting her most heartfelt desire. "Come here," he demanded suddenly.
His hands were off the table, and Hinata's eyes went wide with the sudden frenzy of her nerves, but she disposed herself to his telling command. She rose with quiet glee and slowly made her way around the table. Her shy, amble strides the complete opposite of her hormones' riotous behavior.
The princess all but fainted when she saw a taffy-flavored lollipop sticking out of his pants, standing tall and proud, silently calling out to her. And her centre clenched at the erotic visual.
The slow curve of his lips said he knew precisely what the sight of him did to her, and his male ego — not to mention other parts — were proud to be noticed so regularly and appreciatively. "I hope the little you ate gave you enough energy for this," he warned, but his voice sounded more passionate and seductive than threatening. He throbbed."I can't wait any longer — I need you now. Sit," he glanced down before meeting her eyes anew.
Hinata's inner-goddess swooned at the sight before her. This is it — this was what she wanted all along, with every fiber of her being, and her face went up in glowing pink flames.
The princess bit her lip, her eyes fixed, greedy, and enthralled. She could still feel the remnants of heat their last intimate ceremony left upon her constricting walls. Desperately, she wanted to re-ignite those once delicious flames.
Driven by the resounding chants of lust and her sensual promises — without a peep — her majesty timidly lifted her ivory apron to reveal her lovely navel, and then slipped her thumbs beneath her undies.
"No, leave them on," Naruto instructed, probing her lean, voluptuous figure with his sapphire gaze, feasting his eyes upon her shy, southern lips protruding through fine, purple silk. "I want to take them off myself, when I'm done eating."
Hinata's eyes were meek. She was done gasping in shock and shying away. Her lust, her desire, was monstrous, insatiable — it spared no room for embarrassment and hesitation. She knew what she wanted — it was erect and pulsing right before her eyes, and some powerful and invisible energy pulled her toward it. She didn't resist.
Naruto watched her keenly, his eyes smoldering as she sheepishly made her way over him. His legs were sprawled out alongside the table, and he was using his thumb to push his vessel forward, keeping it steady and upright for her glorious decent.
The leisure in Hinata's movement betrayed her imperious need, but the Hyuga proceeded carefully nonetheless — fearing that she might topple over her own feet and ruin the atmosphere she worked so hard to create.
Naruto leaned back a bit, gesturing that she sit on top of him. As his obedient flower squats over his rigid pride, the warrior shifted her underwear to the side in one fluid movement.
Her cheeks brightened with color has her beloved's hard crest poked her soft, slippery lips. She was wet and ready, and even more so when she sank lower and his crown grazed her most sensitive spot. Hinata bit her bottom lip, holding back a moan, but her center convulsed at the brief massage. She couldn't wait any longer.
Closing her eyes, fingers curved into cute little fists, the princess tilted her head back and squeezed her forearms against her breasts, pushing them together. She tried curling herself into a ball, capturing the amazing sensation of her slow penetration.
Naruto whispered something raw but complimentary beneath his breath, his body stiffening beneath her own.
Hinata's swollen cheeks parted for him. And she stretched deliciously in submission to the import of his steely width. Sweet, thick nectar coated the hungry sage as he dove deeper into her wonderful world.
As her pheromones ordered him to throb hard within her constricting confines, Hinata knew he was her special someone. She felt as if she loved him before, lifetimes ago, and when his entire length submerged within her warm chambers, the princess had to let out a moan.
"I-I can feel Naruto-kun deep inside me," she breathed musically.
"Don't move," Naruto ordered with disguised resolve, reveling in the embrace of his angel's fabulous and familiar environment.
"Eeeh," Hinata widened her eyes in question, her lips pursed in her endeavor to subdue her rebellious hips.
"You barely touched your food," Naruto chided softly, even as he too battled valiantly to subdue the aching urge to thrust. "At least have some fruit while I finish up."
Hinata averted her I-want-you-to-make-love-to-me-right-now-face toward the table, where there sat a fruit basket. In mint condition were apples, bananas, strawberries, grapes of green and purple, and oranges. She considered which item would be easier to eat. In her hyperactive state, there was only so much that her appetite would welcome.
Suddenly, she moaned beautifully. Naruto pulsated and moved inside her pocket as he shifted his torso to retrieve a bowl of spaghetti from the table. He ate fast, guaranteeing the momentary burst of pleasure again, but our little sunflower couldn't wait any longer.
She reached slowly across the table as delight spread over her face, plucking but one purple grape from the cluster and popping it into her mouth. Hinata chewed with fake enthusiasm while avoiding her knight's sporadic gazes, merely wanting to down the accursed fruit so that she could stretch for another.
Naruto smiled in amusement at the girl's prudent technique. With each subtle movement of her torso, they could feel an echoing repercussion in their loins. Hinata must have learnt how to flex her pelvic floor muscles in her frustration — because she was all but cutting off the circulation in his length now. She was tight. It almost felt like their first time all over again.
No more! Hinata screamed mentally, loud but docile. Her muscles were taut in anticipation for so long that her center was sore. She could feel cramps in her lower abdomen and at her core. Her sexual energy was in a frenzy, and she held Naruto's gaze... disappointed and pleading.
He was just downing his final rice cake, and a smile touched his lips as a shadow clone turned out the lights, leaving them with just the flickering glow of the hearth neighboring the study. Through the shadows on his face, the needy princess knew then that her tantalizing would end.
Her heart stopped, and then broke into a sprint. She tried to swallow as a blast of dopamine flooded her brain, turbo-charging her reward circuitry. He was ready... he was finally ready to dominate her, to leave his mark.
"I'm going to kiss you all over, Hinata Hyuga," he said softly, and he cupped her chin, pushing it up, giving him access to her throat.
His lips glide down her throat, kissing, sucking, and nipping, to the small dip at the base of her neck. Hinata's body leaped to attention… everywhere. Her recent bath experience had made her skin hypersensitive, and with each tender kiss, she tightened moistly around him.
"Let's get more comfortable..."
The room was quiet and dark, the only source of light being that of the crackling fire. From the table to a fountain of erupting carnal energy lie Naruto's clothes, feet apart. His headband, shirt, vest, pants, and boxes sat sulking in the shadows of the of the dark room.
Hinata lay innocently and enchanted on a round, plush carpet before the heart constructed of multicolored brick. To the side, her prince towered over her on all fours, his long arms astride her torso. Slowly, he lowered his head and took her lips in a long, lazy kiss. It took her breath away.
He kissed her on the mouth again, this time while his hands were busy tugging her apron up. She blushed as it came off. Naruto had seen her naked before, but it was still new enough that she felt awkward about it.
"Your beauty is truly unrivaled," he sighed, more to her bosom than her face. But when he flicked the flame that was his tongue across her nipple, she didn't really care.
His mouth was hot and wet on her breasts, and his hand inched under her panties. Hinata blushed scarlet. Her lips were soft, smooth and warm to his touch. He reversed his middle finger between those creamy cheeks, coating the summit that was her g-spot with her nectar.
He stroked her gently, and she gasped in response, her mouth gaping small and wide as he endeavored to lift her higher.
"Naruto-kun," she called breathlessly, cupping the back of his neck, her eyes glazed with delight.
The girl wanted to pull him down on top of her, molding their bodies into one, but she merely tasted his lips greedily, sucking hard. It told him of her desire, of the weight his duty measured.
"I know what you want,"he whispered against her perfect lips, and yet his fingers continued skillfully stimulating her through the lacy material of her underwear.
It was heavenly, and Hinata's hips started moving at their own rhythm, pushing against his hand. As the sensations took over, she tilted her head back, her mouth slack, and she groaned.
When he brought his fingers forward, to look at the fruit his performance had bore, Hinata curiously raised her head to ascertain why he had stopped. Indeed frustration rose from his strokes as well as pleasure, but she couldn't stand not being touched by him.
"What's this," Naruto asked with a smug smile, examining the thick nectar that smeared his index and middle finger. His smile deepened when her eyes popped open in embarrassment.
It was cute.
"I-I," the princess spluttered, mortified by the evidence her knight had brought before her.
But he didn't wait for her reply. Positioning himself between her legs, Naruto reclined slowly, his nose and lips skimming over every inch of her. The energy followed, too, accumulating at her centre.
He made no delay in making his intentions known. After smelling deeply of his lady's scent — with but his teeth — Naruto peeled the luxurious piece of material from her body.
Surprised by the manner in which he chose to expose her, Hinata's legs squeezed together automatically, obstructing the warrior's amble effort.
What endearing mutiny!
Lifting his gaze, Naruto peered across the plain of her stomach and over the gorgeous summits of her breasts tinted of gold. With only his liquid gaze, he effortlessly laid waste to her defenses. He needn't words — after all, the princess wanted this as much he did.
Quickly, the young sage cast the puny cloth aside. Hinata spied the fire in his eyes — it told her he cared more for the taste of her rather than the sight in the whirling vortex of desire that enclosed them right now.
She flushed scarlet, everywhere, feeling faint, and she instantly closed her eyes. She couldn't watch him do what he was about to! But with her eyes close, she seemed more receptive to his sensual probing — her body sang as he hovered teasingly above the center of her heat. She could feel the light caress of his breath, and her toes curled in anticipation.
Then there it was. The blistering hot swipe of Naruto's tongue up her slit, across her g-spot. She dreamt about this memorable thrill and the overwhelming gratification. But her love didn't stop there.
He closed his lips around her sensitive button, sucking lightly, and then licking. He alternated between lips and tongue at varying speeds, but no matter his technique, her body was still engulfed in multicolored flames — pleasure and thrill.
"Naruto-kun,"she screamed delightfully, her inner-goddess naked, writhing in a sea of fluffy clouds.
Her body arched off the ground, blown skyward by a spike of ecstasy and by the avalanche that loomed ahead. He had her trapped. It was as if he held a string linked to the centre of her pleasure point, and he would tug it routinely, just to hear her soul sing that special symphony he loved so much.
"Aargh!" Hinata moaned as her body bowed and convulsed at the sensual touch of his tongue.
How much more could she take?
Naruto swirled his tongue round and round, again and again, keeping the flames of her ecstasy alight. Hinata began losing all sense of self, every atom of her being concentrating hard on the rising tide of pleasure stirring, growing between her legs. The waves of gratification eased over her — a bittersweet arsenal of energy.
Just when the princess thought the delicious torture could grow no more in flavor, her amorous white knight slipped his finger inside her, deliberately stirring her feminine nectar from inside. He moved his finger around slowly, repeatedly, as thought he was tracing the circumference of a bowl of ramen at Ichiraku's. He was stretching her, caressing her, his tongue mirroring his actions, round and round. Hinata whimpered.
She could feel herself swaying on the edge. It was too much. Her body tantalized, begging for relief, and she complied. Her mind went wild and dull as adrenaline and pleasure coursed hard and fast through her veins, piercing every cell and muscle of her being. She cried out, and the world dipped and disappeared from view as the force of her climax rendered everything null and void.
"Hinata, you were amazing," Naruto uttered sweetly. His voice rang in her ears — soft, velvety echoes that kept her blood sizzling. But when she thought of what would follow his feast, it heated suddenly to a boil.
The princes still hadn't succeeded in catching her breath. But with what her ensuing desires entail, what was the point?
Without an utterance, she lowered a hand down to her hard button and parted her wet, swollen lips with her index and middle finger. Naruto's masculinity screamed in appeal.
She teased and enticed him with the lovely sight of her, and he responded immediately. Naruto fixed himself between her legs, sitting back on his heels. He clasped his member and poked her buried treasure with his key. It was warm, impossibly soft and inviting. And he licked his lips, tasting her again.
Hinata moaned a loud as he came into her, hard, lean and welcome. He recalled the affection she sought the last time he penetrated her and made no delay in offering her the weight of his body.
"You're so tight," he groaned in her hair, propping himself up on his forearms.
Hinata parted her lips, panting in harmony with his occasional moaning. She reached for his buttocks, pulling him deeper into her to enhance her pleasure and mitigate the embarrassment of his words. Then she bounded her legs around his waist, holding him at the depth to which he rubbed her.
As warm as a flame, his tongue lightly traced the shape of her lips. Hinata's head was spinning — the air was coming too fast and shallow, but she plunged inside of his mouth, seeking his tongue with her own. An angelic whimper rose in her throat as Naruto increased his pace, rolling his hips round and round.
Like poetry in motion, he moved above her, delving deeper with every slow, delicious, and rhythmical thrust. He pressed hot kisses onto her skin. His motion was fluid, like water; there were no wasted movement. A god — that's what he was, and her inner-goddess swooned at his feet. The flames in the hearth crackled in what seemed like awe, casting shadows and highlights on the couple engaged in the most sacred ceremony of all — the physical embodiment of love.
Breathless and exhausted, Hinata watched him from atop her new station, her breasts bouncing beautifully as she rode him into sweet oblivion. His skin looked like russet-colored silk in the firelight. His eyes were a dark sea of emotions, and unyielding lines of pleasure creased his forehead.
"Hinata... I'm close," he groaned, even as she pounded his rigid muscle inside herself, over and over again. Beads of sweat rolled down the princess's flushed body, down her cleavage and back. Naruto watched in admiration as the warm light from the fire played over her sleek black hair and the ruddy tip of her nipples. And he reached forward, crushing her luscious curves in his large hands. "I'm almost there..."
Hinata's eyes widened in panic. "Na-Naruto-kun! Not yet," she urged adorably. "Please let me orgasm again!" Her eyes were glossy, as if they would spring tears, and her fists rested cutely below her chin in her effort to meet sweet satisfaction. But despite her plea, nature would undoubtedly run its course.
Almost automatically, Naruto bent his legs at the knees and propped himself up on his forearms, assuming control beneath her. His hips moved fast, as though he was made of iron and metal instead of fragile bones. Hinata rose a little above him, readily giving her knight the room to please and destroy her with the mighty thrusts of his hot blade.
She cried out as he severed the reins of her control and cast her into a chaotic hurricane of pleasure and delight. And he leaped in after her. The princess was enraptured. She wanted to sit and have herself a break, to catch her breath, her sanity, but she didn't want to disrupt the delicate and overwhelming flow of sexual energy that would induce her orgasm. "Yes! Naruto-kun! Don't stop! You're amazing!"
The double-doors snapped open — Naruto could feel it. There was a downpour, a violent torrent on its way, and Hinata could feel it, too. The sensation stemmed from the deepest part of their core, growing in their belly before gushing down into their loins.
Naruto groaned and gritted his teeth, delving into her one final time, spewing his essence deep into her, and Hinata's walls went berserk around the throbbing length and width of him, happily accepting his warm gift. Her legs shook as her orgasm rippled through, pilfering her strength in exchange for delight.
Her majesty fell gracefully on top of him, but still her center held him tightly in place — ensuring that he was empty before he shrank and escaped. His chest was warm and firm against her cheek, and she examined his breast with unfurled fingers as she struggled to catch her breath. He was breathing hard, too... she could feel his tummy rising and falling beneath her own. It was... soothing.
Hinata felt sparks of electricity as Naruto's arms roamed her back. She was still hypersensitive; too much caressing and she could succumb to another explosion. She hadn't the strength to endure another. For the first time, the princess's insatiable appetite had been slaked. She was certain no other female could love as much as she loved Naruto.
"Hinata." his breathing was normal, his voice soft. "Why are you so good?"
She blushed at the complimentary question, her eyes wide.
"I love you," he whispered, stopping her breath.
There was much emotion and meaning flowing out from those three little words, and Hinata could feel them. They washed over her with undeniable truth, and tears pooled in her eyes.
Naruto bent his head forward, to press a kiss to her head.
"I love you, too," Hinata returned. It was hard to believe that after so many years of waiting, that on this lovely night, she would finally be complete.
Lying on top of him like this, listening to the telling beats of his heart, nestled in love and utter satisfaction — it was perfect.
Naruto strapped his arms around her — like precious goods secured on a conveyor belt — held her close, and then rolled over. He held himself careful so that she felt none of his weight, but she could feel the warm mass of his body pressing against her own.
Hinata growled beneath her gorgeous knight, frowning, and he chuckled at her adorable expression. "We're going to shower again, remember? I thought we were going to try the hot springs."
Hinata's frown cleared at the lovely reminder. He had promised to go down on her the next time they showered together. And no doubt, he would have given her more after that. She beamed, but in a small corner of her mind, she wondered if she could have handled another violent earthquake.
She would handle it — she would do it for him.
"Hinata," Naruto was suddenly enthralled. "How are your eyes shining like that?"
Shocked, and embarrassed, the princess covered her eyes, her blush spreading to her neck. Naruto chuckled, low and long, and their magic seemed to fade into the glowing flames — changing it to a beautiful blue imbue.
"Change of plans," Naruto whispered in Hinata's ear as water undulated down their bodies — warm and consistent. He had decided to postpone the romance until they got to the hot spring, but Hinata didn't mind. If anything, it was convenient for the delicate preparations she wanted to make before her body was seized by his hand again. The princess knew her prince was only trying to be thoughtful, and she appreciated it.
Naruto decided to go on ahead to make sure that the area was safe, but Hinata couldn't help but wonder if he perhaps had something up his sleeve. He told her the door to the private spring was to the right in the corridor outside the suite — room sixteen had its own private everything. Naruto said he was even offered a personal maid or valet upon submitting the tickets.
Hinata cleared her mind with a sigh before smoothing her hands through her hair. She surrendered to the warm ripples of water down her body, and then closed her eyes to concentrate. Her body was a delicious wreck. She could still feel the heat from the kisses Naruto embedded on her neck, and a sweet tingle lingered between her legs, constantly reminding her of his lean length and width. The sensations seemed to keep the princess's energy at bay.
But she focused her mind and allowed her will to stretch, momentarily speeding up the circulatory rate of her chakra, which consequently sped up her recovery. As her pulse lightening through her veins, Hinata could feel herself being revitalized — all that was worn out and sore was renewed. Strength returned to her once weary legs, and her center clenched and called out for him.
Unfortunately, she couldn't revive her spiritual energy and stamina, perhaps the hot spring would aid her in that respect.
When Hinata was through cleansing her body in preparation for the hot spring scene, she garbed herself in a bikini swimsuit — also courtesy of the old woman that swindled her good money. The two-piece bathing suit was ruby in color. There was a black bow at the middle of the bra and one at either side of the underwear.
Like the silky panties, this was said to steal a man's heart and make him dispose himself to the wearer's every whim. And pigs lived on the moon, Hinata mused as she wrapped a towel around her waist and sauntered gingerly for the door.
Naruto was already belly deep in the therapeutic-like water, healing his little friend before it had to labor again in that glorious environment.
The hot spring was dark, the only light being that from the full moon that hung from the dark night's sky. Walls of wood, shrubs, trees, and massive granite boulders enclosed the site, artistically placed throughout the bath. But before Naruto could finish studying the naturalistic environment, he felt a presence that was far more beautiful than all he'd seen around him.
He began to emerge quietly from the still waters so that his mouth could hang open without flooding.
Moonlight slithered over her highness' snow-white skin, tipped her breasts, and caressed her tights. Her hair rained, an ebony waterfall, down her back as she lifted her face to the stars to avoid his appraising gaze. Her figure almost seemed surreal, as though she was merely the masterwork of an artist's paintbrush — a sublime glyph painted into reality.
The air filtered down greenly through the canopy overhead, Hinata noted, her cheeks pink as she surveyed room sixteen's spectacular private hot spring. For a long while, she simply stared down at the water, watching as its surface shimmered under the pale glow of the moon and stars.
Then, her eye caught on the glowing green limestones that formed a semicircle around the bath. The smoothly carved rocks were also embedded at the bottom of the hot spring, which gave the still waters a mystical light blue imbue.
Naruto watched as the princess admired the shrubs and palm trees expertly groomed in the background. He flashed her a smile of clean pearly whites when their eyes met, and with that she was suddenly smitten and enthused.
The girl beamed at the fireflies that accompanied him in the rising mist. They emitted a radiant lime green glow, blinking sporadically as the males performed their ceremonial mating dance to impress the females. But Hinata was already wooed — now, she wanted to be touched by her knight's hand once more, over and over, until she was completed sated with what he had to give.
She hung her towel over a chair, blasting the warrior with the sight of her bikini and lovely curves. Naruto froze in the water where he stood, every nerve ending in his body going nuclear with arousal, and the muscle below his waist grow twice its size.
The princess made her way to the edge of the bath, twiddling with her fingers, her expression sheepish. Every part of the girl was gorgeous — there were no flaws in her creation, just perfection. Naruto had no idea this was what Hyuga Hinata was concealing beneath her pants and sweater for all these years... only for his eyes and his pleasure. Now he yearned to sample her again.
Hinata stood on the stairs, scrutinizing the small gazebo mounted atop granite rocks in the middle of the hot spring behind him.
Smiling mischievously, Naruto raised his hand upward, and then flashed it down quickly, his fingers straight like a sword. Her highness let out a whimper and a scream as a sharp gust of wind rendered her lacy underwear to shreds. It fell from her waist, and she made haste to descend into the glowing water, to submerge her exposed tushie.
Shivering with hot embarrassment — innocent tears tipping her eyes — Hinata looked up at her amused prince, concealing her breasts just in case he had another gust to let loose. But Naruto just smiled and approached her calmly, his body tinted of blue and green.
With unraveled mystery, his eyes slowly roved over her slender, burnish body. And he smoothed his palm over the velvety length of her arm. Reassured, Hinata stood before him, her eyes shy and hopeful.
"Naruto-kun," she said in a lovely, delicate voice — it was like wind chimes.
He stared into her shining eyes and stroked her cheek. She felt the blood rush up to color her skin, and she sighed and let her eyes close in contentment, resting there in his hands.
"Forgive me," the young sage whispered repentantly.
And Hinata's eyes were open again, filled with question.
"Because I'm so weak, I put your life in jeopardy." his voice was an octave above a whisper now. "If I were stronger, maybe the village wouldn't have been destroyed! Maybe granny Tsunade wouldn't have—"
"Naruto-kun," the girl interjected, her eyes wide with grief at his evident hurt."It's not your fault. Even our Hokage, Lady Tsunade, couldn't drive Pain from the village. Yet against all odds, a mere Genin defeated the threat and liberated the people; you're the reason why everyone's alive, Naruto-kun." Even as tears stirred in her eyes, the princess lift one hand to cup the side of his face with a wanly smile.
A muscle worked in his jaw, and he cupped the side of her face in an echo of her feat, gracefully wiping away a tear with the light sweep of his thumb. "You've been waiting so many years for us to create a bond, Hinata. I need to become stronger, to protect both you and this bond that we've finally made." His eyes narrowed solemnly. "I can't afford to lose you, too... I won't. Sage Mood isn't enough; I need more power. If I am to save Sasuke, become Hokage, and find the answer to the world peace that my sensei has been searching for, then I need to become stronger. It will also take great power to have this revolution become a reality."
The words poured out with precision and passion, as if he knew them by heart, but also with feeling and subtle rhythm. The ring of majesty in his voice was awe-inspiring, and Hinata couldn't help but beam at him.
"I need to learn how to control the Kyuubi's chakra." Naruto spoke slowly, which reflected the seriousness of his resolve. And his belly turned, as if his mutinous tenant was in a fit of laughter at his futile ambition.
"But! Na-Naruto-kun," Hinata felt a spasm of panic. "Won't that be dangerous?"
"Don't worry," he reassured with a warm smile. "On a couple of my missions, I've overheard people talking about former Jinchuurikis that managed to achieve complete control over their Bijuu. But most of them were assassinated when they sought vengeance on their home town." His eyes were suddenly hopeful. "It can't just be a coincidence that I've heard of multiple accounts from various people. There is a way to control a Bijuu, and I'm going to discover what it is!"
"Naruto-kun," Hinata said sheepishly, looking down to find that his navel was under water. "Always... come back to me."
"I promise," he vowed. She smelled like night, he thought. Like flowers that bloomed only in starlight. And her lovely aroma created a spark in his veins, sending blood gushing into his sexual muscle, enlarging it.
Suddenly, Naruto was serious. He took her chin in his warm hand, holding it firmly so that she couldn't look away from his intent gaze. Hinata saw the resolve form abruptly in his eyes, but before she could collect herself in preparation, it was too late.
His lips were soft and warm against her own. They nudged hers open, and she could feel his hot breath in her mouth. The princess started to melt, her body yearning to mold into his.
Naruto pulled back to look at her. He noted her rosy cheeks, misty eyes, and smiled. He homed in and lightly pressed his lips against hers again, once, twice... a third time. The flush had already spread over half of her body, and butterflies fluttered in her tummy, but our hero wasn't through yet.
He pulled her closer, burying his face in her hair. Hinata could feel his warm breath saturate the strands as he exhaled; it raised goose bumps on her back. But still he was not through. Electricity surged through her body at his sensual touch. His hands drifted down the smooth curve of her back until he could cup and squeeze her buttocks. They could but see the fiery sparks generated from his probing fingers upon her hot, naked flesh.
Cupping her still, Naruto pulled the princess closer, and all of a sudden, she could feel something hard rubbing against the cheeks of her center with each thrust. Wait, was that — yes... yes it was! He was already naked. His underwear was on the chair, next to the one she hung her towel on. Now her body molded into his...
When Hinata surrendered to his desire — a tangible creature that stood with them in the serene waters, she coiled her arms around him tightly. Her breaths came quick on his neck, and his shaft throbbed rigidly against her plush lips.
"Naruto-kun," she sighed primly, and he pulled her from his chest to study her expression.
Hinata's face was like an angel's, her skin chalky. Her eyes had changed — the light that gleamed within them was no longer of a princess that patiently waited to be served. Her patience had all but run out. Now her body tantalized at his teasing, and her blood sizzled beneath her flushed skin.
He guided her to the threshold of the bath and sat her down on a flat surface. Now only her legs were submerged, and he stared intently between her legs. It made her self-conscious.
Hinata Hyuga — Naruto's sunshine and hope, his everything. She looked fabulous beneath the soft, rich glow of the full moon. He watched as the blue, wavy glow from the water caressed her cheek, and his stormy blue gaze trailed from her lips, which burned with new vigor, to her ardent eyes.
At sixteen, he wondered if it was far too early to start a family, but he quickly dismissed the thought to lay claim to her sweet, luscious lips. Hinata sighed as her tongue came out to meet his, her eyes half-lidded in her intoxication.
"I need you," she uttered, when she withdrew her shy tongue. And Naruto grinned at her adorable audacity, but he didn't linger in granting her desire.
Instructing her to lean back a tad, Naruto slung Hinata's legs over his shoulders and down his back, completely exposing her to him and his treacherous mouth. Her eyes couldn't get any wider, her cheeks any pinker, and she bit down on her bottom lip as embarrassment poured over her like hail.
Naruto closed his eyes and smelled deeply of her telling scent, exhaling with a wide, hungry grin. Hinata could just about die when his eyes veered up to look at her, but she couldn't speak. Her heart was busy being stuck in her throat, suffocating her.
But her charismatic prince didn't wait until she could breath normally again — he traced his tongue, flat, along her smooth, alabaster lips and raised his head so that only the tip of his wet tongue flicked over her sensitive button. Vibrations shot through her, leaving violent convulsions in her belly.
"Na...Naruto-kun." she was breathless. "That place... It feels good when Naruto-kun licks me there."
"Mmm... I'll lick you until you're on the edge, baby, and then I'll give you the main course."
"Naruto-kun..."
"You're already so wet."
Her eyes popped open. "Do-Don't say that!"
He smiled, amused.
Hinata had a very beautiful treasure he couldn't help but notice, perfectly shaped and nestled between her legs. Its cheeks were flushed and plump, her inner lips tucked coyly inside in contrast to her g-spot. And her forbidden chambers sat innocently below her enticing entrance — unexplored and unstretched.
Naruto couldn't resist the tempting smell of her arousal any longer — it programmed detailed tasks in his mind, those of which he favored: lick, nip, nibble, suck, savor. And he did just that, coaxing Hinata's blood to a boil. The magical sound of her panting and moaning was like a repetitive orgasm to his ear. And he closed his lips around her erected bubble, stirring his beloved's sexual responses, which added to that of his own.
Again, the neurochemical floodgates opened, and a deluge of dopamine raced into her majesty's brain. Sparks of electricity flickered throughout her nervous system, igniting searing flames of pleasure throughout her receptors. Then she exploded, like a nuclear explosion on a microscopic level, with her particles scattering everywhere and energy exploding outward. Hinata screamed aloud, her body arching against him, completely out of her control. But she didn't care about that. For a beautiful, suspended moment, she floated weightless through a sea of utter bliss with Naruto's mouth gently easing her down with the soft brushes of his tongue.
"I guess that means you enjoyed it," he tittered triumphantly.
Hinata wondered if that was a rhetorical question. But whatever the case, she couldn't find her breath to breathe an utterance. The chibi of her subconscious was lying on her back in a rolling field, making a grass-angel, her lips drooped, her eyes glazed with delight. As was Hinata's.
She watched as her charming dominant licked his lips, sampling the flavor of her nectar again. He stared into her eyes as he did; making her aware that his taste buds relished what she offered him.
"Your orgasms are the most magical thing that I've ever witnessed," Naruto said smoothly, and he smiled as her cheeks got pink, remembering how enchanting her voice was when she screamed her sweet release.
"Na-Naruto-kun." Her eyes dilated as his gaze shifted to her hot centre. His eyes smoldered as he studied her curvaceous figure, and his length throbbed to forge hard, hot steel between his legs.
Hinata was one ball of tense, sexual need. His liquid sky blue eyes spoke to her body, making silent promises of overwhelming delight and satisfaction. Soon gazing upon her gorgeous body no longer sufficed.
The princess was swelling again — she could feel the pressure growing below her waist, and Naruto stared down at her for a moment, measuring her need. "Are you okay," he asked, tasting the nectar that now coated his words.
Hinata wondered if that was another rhetorical question, but she made no effort to rap her mind around it. She had a question of her own, and she felt a pull in her tummy as she articulated her thoughts. "Na-Naruto-kun," she averted her face shyly with a cute fist beneath her lip. "Can I... taste your vanilla shake?"
How does she come up with this stuff? Naruto grinned playfully, watching her. "Not this time, babe."
Her eyes shot open. "Eh? But-But that's not fair — Naruto-kun got to do it two times," she accused softly. "And I only got to do it once." She gasped, and then slapped her hands over her mouth, shocked by the subject of her ranting.
But Naruto smiled, clearly amused. "You're so adorable."
Before she could speak, he let her legs fall down to his hips in a fluid motion. Then he leaned forward, cupping her buttocks and lifting her from where she sat, securing her against his rigid frame. Hinata's nerves exploded in response, and she bounded her legs around him, followed by her arms around his neck.
The princess's heart rate was through the roof, and she could hear the blood pumping in her ears. Between her legs, she could feel him throbbing with a need that rivaled her own.
"Hinata... you know what to do," he whispered softly as his steely shaft tapped south of her entrance again.
The princess gasped. She could feel a delicious pull deep in her belly. Muscles that she was now more acquainted with clenched at his words. How could he seduce her merely with his voice? She was already panting, her heated blood rushing through her veins, her nerves tingling.
Without a word, the amorous female shifted against him, and he effortless maneuvered her in his arms so that she could reach for what she sought. He was hard, excited, and impatient in her tiny hand. And she wiped his crown along her swollen lips, bracing herself for the imminent feast.
But Naruto could wait no longer. He squeezed her buttocks in his large hands and plunged inside her warm, plush sanctuary. Hinata cried out – from his grip and from his sudden assault. She orgasmed instantly and could only dig her fingers into the thick muscles of his back and hold on as he steered her toward a splintering climax, one after the other. She fell apart against him as he continued to slam deliciously into her. He didn't stop, and Hinata clung to him, spent.
The warm water from the spring played on the princess's swollen lips, adding to her pleasure. And she moaned amorously as desire scooped her up on sugar maple wings.
"One more time, Hinata," Naruto growled through clenched teeth, and unbelievably, her body responded, convulsing around him as she climaxed anew, calling out his name.
She shattered again into tiny fragments, and Naruto stilled, spewing his hot, rich essence deep inside her tumbling core. Hinata screamed her delight as her body trembled wildly in his arms. She threw her head back gracefully, flashing sparking beads of water into the midnight air.
Exhausted, the enraptured princess looked to the bright starry night sky with an open smile. The soft light from the enchanting full moon caressed her cheeks, and she buried her face in her beloved's neck as the world blurred into running colors before her eyes.
Hinata…
The girl was hopelessly lost, swept away into a marvelous stupor after her series of consecutive orgasms. She was tired, disoriented, sore, but most important of all, content.
Naruto brought her back to the suite in his arms. It was about time he placed his lovely snow white back to sleep; it was long overdue. But the moment he gently rested her upon the bed, the girl awoke, emanating her adorable aura throughout the room.
"Na-Naruto-kun," she managed, her tone barely above a whisper. "Did I... did I make you feel good?"
Naruto smiled, his eyes half-lidded as he gazed down upon his weary princess."Hinata… you were amazing," he muttered with warm veracity as he brushed the back of his fingers across her smooth cheek. Then he leaned in to press a kiss to her right brow.
Hinata felt rebellious sparks of electricity coaxing her body awake as his kiss summoned heat beneath her skin. Everything about him injected her with a blast of dopamine and arousal. But it couldn't be helped — he was everything that she'd ever wanted.
When Naruto suggested that they got some rest, Hinata fetched a clean pair of underwear from her bag and made her wade to the bathroom to change and brush her teeth. Upon her return, the light in the bedroom was dim. Naruto was already changed and under the covers, the glow from the bedside lamp illuminating his handsome face.
He raised the covers on her side of the bed with a smile, gesturing that she joined him. But the princess had something else in mind.
She dashed toward the bed and leaped onto him, almost giving the young sage a lethal heart attack. When she lifted her face from his chest, her eyes were lit with desperate need, and she clasped his collars firmly.
"Naruto-kun," she breathed his name with evident desire.
"Hi-Hinata." Naruto was surprised by her appetite, but he made no move to halt her busy fingers as she worked to unbutton his shirt.
Despite the strain on her body, the Hyuga princess wanted to experience him as much as she could. She was afraid of the changes that may occur once they returned to the village. The thought of her missions keeping her away from him for even a day was appalling.
But as the seconds ticked by, Hinata found it hard to keep her eyes open — the day's proceedings were finally taking its toll on her. She peered down at him, committing his beautiful profile to memory. And it wasn't long before she fell asleep on top of him in her valiant effort to unfasten his shirt. Naruto grinned, somewhat relived — he was certain neither one of them was in any condition to make love again.
Stroking her hair once, he reached for the covers and pulled it up to her neck. Then he rest one hand behind his head and the other over her back.
The sage could tell that Hinata was in distress about the inevitable conclusion of their date — that another moment like this would become scarce or forever elusive. But he would reassure her otherwise in the morning. The princess held his heart now; she was its caretaker. Should anything happen to her, then he would sample the bitter taste of oblivion, as well.
Hinata meant more to him now than becoming Hokage. Her acknowledgment was all that he needed. In the dark night's sky, she was the captivating moon that lit his path, the galaxies of stars that gleamed with his hope. Over the span of a few days, the gears that drove him shifted — now Hinata was the one who inspired him. Now Hinata was the driving force that fueled his determination. She was his fire, and he would protect her until the very end.
Naruto brushed his hand down the sleek length of her hair again, and a lazy smile spread over his lips. Then he slowly drifted off into unconsciousness, into that wondrous realm to meet her.
This world was the embodiment of grief and despair.
The heavens were a somber shade of black and grey, the earth entirely made up of water, which extended through to infinity. It was always raining here — gloomy droplets that created no ripples atop the water's surface.
Naruto looked down, furling and unfurling his hands, as if reigniting his dulled senses. He was in Sage Mode — he could feel the natural energy coursing hot through his veins. Then, an intuitive power directed his attention to the broken world around him. His heart rate spiked instantly when he noted the ancient ruins of Konoha — demolished structures of his most beloved home that were slowly rising up from beneath the dark depths.
When and how could this have happened? Who was responsible? Was it Akatsuki? He clenched his fists until his palms began to bleed. Surely, with his new found power, he could have thwarted such a tragic calamity. Then why... why did he lose everything?
As panic coiled its cold, toxic hands around his vulnerable heart, Naruto began looking around wildly, panting in absolutely dread. All of a sudden, Sasuke was standing before him. Astride the dark knight were Sakura and Hinata. They had their backs turned, as though the village's hero didn't exist.
Without sparing a word or a moment's glace to him, or each other, the teenagers began walking toward the perilous void guaranteeing their inevitable doom. Naruto tried to reach out for them, but he was paralyzed from the waist down, destined to watch as his friends walked into oblivion's bitter embrace. The frantic sage tried calling out to them, but he couldn't speak; his voice had eluded him. He couldn't gather his strength.
The warrior gritted his teeth and shook in frustration, fires of rage and sorrow seething in his gut. He was bestowed with great power and still it wasn't enough to induce the peace his sensei dreamed. And he failed in protecting all those he cherished: his friends... Hinata...
Naruto felt as though he had climbed to the summit of hope and competence, only to be shoved off the narrow ridge into the pits of despair.
He fell to his knees, reaching out his hand toward those he held dear as the ominous clouds twisted into a devastating vortex. A flash of lightening illuminated the dreary world, and the strident peel of thunder that followed distorted his horrific nightmare.
Our hero bounced back to reality with a deep, raping gasp, his head catapulted forward. His eyes were wide with alarm, and his breaths came quick as he looked around the silent room. It was just a dream, he kept reassuring himself, though his pulse was still erratic. Despair cold against his skin, slowing the hot rush of adrenaline that spiked through his veins.
He took another deep breath, and then peered down at the delicate beauty of his symmetrical half. She was still sleeping soundly, all warm and snug on top of him. Moonlight pierced through the closed window, kissing her flushed cheeks. He was glad he hadn't waked her with the way his chest heaved as he struggled for composure. The girl was extremely tired — from being sleep-deprived, kidnapped by rouge ninjas, to the many times they made love.
Naruto was surprised to find cool streams of liquid trickling down his face. They were tears — tears of joy. This was the first time in many years that he'd had such a dark and dreadful dream. Back then, he was regarded a monster by the adults in the village, and treated as one, too. But more importantly, he was truly relived what he saw in that dreary realm was nothing but an illusion. He hadn't lost everything and everyone… including Hinata.
Though, what transpired just may as well be reality, if he allowed himself to believe the strength he now held hadn't any limitations. It was clear what he had to do. It was necessary to accumulate more power, and he was certain that power lied within him — the Kyuubi.
With resolve burning brightly in his heart, Naruto coiled both arms around his lovely flower and waited patiently for sleep to return. A part of him wondered whether he wanted to put himself in the position to likely fall prone to another nightmare. But, in time, sleep did return, and he succumbed to its reassuring promises of comfort and revitalization.
A Lover's Revenge
Naruto awoke to a delicious sensation swelling in his loins, and an extremely arousing scent filling his nose, heating his blood. When he blinked his eyes open, they further widened with shock.
Hinata cast him a glance over her shoulder, her hand still clasping his morning erection, her face smooth and flushed.
"Hi-Hinata... what're you—"
"Na-Naruto-kun," she exclaimed, turning her torso to push him down onto the bed when he attempt to sit up, her eyes gleaming with intent. "D-Don't move — I will take care of this." She blushed at her words, but the princess had more than enough arousal bottled up inside to preserve her composure.
Naruto was more than willing to cooperate, and he relaxed his muscles, allowing himself to feel. His iron rod quaked in Hinata's delicate hand, and she veered her head around to look at it, readily prepared to answer to its silent demands. Her centre pulsated as she admired the warm pole gloating between her fingers. She couldn't believe it was really hers, or that she was actually doing this.
Naruto noted that her highness' nipples were hard and protruding through her silky, thigh-length chemise as she sat on top of him. She wasn't wearing a bra. Was she wearing one last night? He couldn't quite remember. But one thing was certain: it was unusual seeing Hinata Hyuga dressed in such skimpy and seductive clothing.
By way of introduction, she leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to his hard tip. Naruto's toes curled at her sexy and sincere formality. But he wanted more. It would take far more than a delicate kiss to quiet the tremors that rocked the steel in her hand.
Slowly, carefully, the nervous princess bent him this way and that, studying her hard, magnificent treasure, even as she rolled her hips, her wet underwear sliding up and down his bare chest. She had succeeded in unbuttoning his shirt, after all.
The musky, intoxicating perfume of Hinata's nectar pierced every cell and tissue of Naruto's body, ushering his desire to frustrating heights. Was this vengeance for the many times he touched and teased her body? But suddenly, the wait was over.
The princess turned around and knelt between his legs, glancing to his curious eyes before quickly reaching for what she craved. Like a warm, silky sheet, her tongue glided up the lean, rigid length of his shaft. The fantastic sensation nudged him further awake, and he watched her in awe, even as a moan forced through his lips.
Her tongue was flat upon her second ascent, tracing the vividly portrayed veins that lined his powerful muscle, coating them, worshiping them. She closed her mouth around his hard crown, nestling her wet tongue beneath him, and he gritted his teeth, his eyes sharp. Then her highness started sucking, her mouth hot and amazing. Naruto swore beneath his breath and reclined his head as she stimulated his crest with swift movements, driving him out onto a narrow, gusty ridge.
The warrior was charged and swollen. He could but see the electricity flickering over his boy. But he felt his blood seething in his veins by the fires that raged in his belly. And he knew his glorious moment was close. Slowly, he was losing control, needing desperately to finish inside of her.
Just when the amorous prince thought the fierce waves of pleasure couldn't grow any taller, Hinata started pumping him. She pumped with passion and purpose, knocking him from the ledge without mercy.
Naruto groaned and clasped a fistful of her hair, holding her still as his body erupted into chaotic quakes and his rich essence spewed into her mouth. Hinata closed her eyes and made an adorable whimper in her throat as she happily accepted every last precious drop of him. She could feel the warmth his satisfaction brought to her mouth.
As the tremors dwindled — which also echoed between her legs — Naruto watched in delight as his princess swallowed his sacred elixir. Her eyes were bright with triumph and his with appreciation and adore. This bond was breakable…
"Now Naruto-kun and I are even," Hinata smiled innocently, her cheeks flushed. The chibi of her subconscious was jumping up and down in a bed with pom-poms, celebrating.
Naruto climbed back up the jagged mountain face, back from the raging seas of ecstasy in which he was thrown. He wandered back to civility, grinning from ear to ear. He was madly in love with this girl — with this gleaming angel that was the embodiment of perfection and irresistibility — it was evident upon his face. Hinata gazed at him, his loving emotions pouring into her, like a river into the open sea.
"Oh. So that's how you wanna play, huh," Naruto said, his grin never fading.
Hinata's lips puckered up into another innocent smile. The chibi was still cheering, but her inner-goddess sat motionless in a couch adjacent to the protesting bed, cutting ten. Her hands folded across her chest. She was far from satisfied with the measly level of pleasure she had.
"Extracting vengeance while I sleep," Naruto added.
"It's because Naruto-kun was unfair," Hinata pointed out sweetly in her defense, but then she gasped as she felt something throbbing to life within her fingers. "A-Amazing... Na-Naruto-kun still needs treatment."
He chuckled a low, throaty laugh. "Is it my turn now?"
"No," she returned heartily, her face hot. Her eyes were troubled, like a toddler fearing to be deprived of her most favorite toy. "I know what to do. I'll take care of Naruto-kun." She was determined to please him — to please him independently, to prove her worth in their sexual adventures.
Naruto was astounded, but he allowed his effusive princess to slake his urges with her feminine charms, quelling hers in turn. He wanted her to. Any longer and he would be forced to lift a hand — pinning her down to the bed in his place and taking what he yearned.
"Show me what you can do," he encouraged with a tinge of challenge, his voice soothing.
"U... Hn," Hinata nodded her head cutely, averting her gaze from his, back to her rigid treasure.
As she stared at it, a mist of enchantment dawned over her eyes at its unusual and erotic beauty. Her arousal grew, shaking apart the foundations of her rationality. And she towered over him with newly found confidence, finding the grace to slowly pull down her wet underwear.
Naruto watched as she descends over him with purpose, focused as she held him still and slowly slide down with fever in her eyes. He groaned deeply as plump lips parted and welcomed him inside plush, wet paradise. And Hinata folded her tiny fingers into fists and trembled as broad steel delved ever farther.
"So tight…"
She gasped and bit down on her lip with a moan as Naruto's hot length filled her tight enclosure. She reclined her head and let out a cute mewl as he ascended past the threshold of her sweet spot, and then they were completely interlocked.
The princess remained motionless for a while, reveling in the sensation and the magic of this moment she had long yearned for. Then she started to move about him with slow, fluid motions, coating him with her feminine nectar. "I can feel Naruto-kun deep inside,"she muttered breathlessly. "It feels so good..."
Naruto watched in awe as the gorgeous angel rose and fell over him. Through her transparent, purple chemise, her breasts rose and fell, too. He wanted to crush them, to sample the taste of her nipples, but she pressed her forearms over his luscious prey as desire continued to coil her around its finger.
Next, his ardent gaze shifted to her centre. He watched with excitement and fascination as his hard length and width eased in and out of her in a manner that couldn't be translated into words.
Hinata's heart was pounding out of control. She could feel that pull, that delicious electricity between them charging, filling the space between them with static. Naruto's lips arched with a trace of a smile, and her eyes drew to his beautifully sculptured mouth.
As an orgasm struck her body — replacing strength with pleasure — and she leaned in to capture his lips, bending her legs on the bed astride him as she did. Naruto cupped her buttocks and began maneuvering her hips — pushing her up and down his swollen vessel as she caved in around him.
Hinata moaned in his mouth at the growing friction, and he took the opportunity to plunge his tongue into her mouth — a fiery flame that laid claim to hers. Her toes curled, her nipples went taut, and her centre continued to tighten around him. Everything felt so good, too good.
The princess felt like she was constantly dreaming; surely, all this couldn't be real. But she kept moving above him, relishing all that she could. Now her inner-goddess had joined Chibi-S on the bed. They cheered together as pleasure coursed like lightening, hot and fast, through their princess's veins.
The gratification, like rain, was becoming heavier with each mighty thrust of his iron blade. Small streams of her desire converged to become raging torrents once more. Hinata's heart seemed to slow, and then dove into an erratic pulse. The air was charged with ecstasy and passion, and her body bowed in submission to the avalanche that buried her in an overwhelming orgasm. Hinata sat upright with a jolt and scream, squeezing her breasts tightly as Naruto's release added to the intensity of her own.
They both shook violently as he poured himself into her with a deep groan, and Hinata went into a convulsing frenzy around him — devouring all that he had to give. As his powerful throbbing minimized, the princess fell onto his chest and he clung to her, holding her close as her climax continued to rage.
There were no words that Hinata or Naruto could conceive or articulate into words to express what they were feeling right now. So they held their posture and cuddled as their breathing slowed, sharing in this magnificent and magical moment — the aftermath following the physical embodiment of love.
Hinata awoke to the gentle stroking of her hair. It was soothing, but she was disoriented, hungry, and sore. Her cheeks brightened when she realized she was still lying on top of Naruto, half-naked. Had he been awake all this time, watching her sleep?
"Good morning, sleepyhead," he said softly. He hadn't a chance to greet her properly earlier this morning, due to the unexpected extracting of sweet vengeance.
"Na-Naruto-kun," she said with mild alarm, having propped herself up on her forearms to look at him. "I'm... I'm sorry, how long have I been sleeping for?"
"Don't apologize," he returned coolly, cupping the side of her face and brushing his thumb across scarlet cheek. "You've been sleeping for about two hours."
"Two hours!"
"Yeah, and I enjoyed every second of it. You're even more beautiful while you sleep," he said with a smile. "So, does my princess feel fully rested now?"
Hinata nodded once in her sober state, wide-eyed, her heart bouncing off her ribs, blood thundering around her body. The girl's head was swimming with his words, and the capacity to speak deserted her.
"Great! I took the liberty of running a bath for you. Why don't you take a soak and relax while I fetch breakfast."
Hinata nodded again. The power of speech remained elusive.
"Mmm," Naruto scrutinized her face, dissecting the prim glow that quivered in her eyes. "Shall I close my eyes while you make your way to the bathroom?"
Hinata felt shock spread across her face at his unnerving perception, and she averted her eyes in embarrassment. It was a telling gesture, and Naruto decided to go along with his suggestion. The princess took him up on the considerate offer and rushed off to the bathroom, gathering all her necessities along the way.
Naruto grinned in amusement when the girl was gone. He was happy that — despite the level of intimacy they could now share together — overall, Hinata was still as innately shy and modest as ever.
Ignoring his erection, which was a part of the reason why Hinata couldn't find her tongue, Naruto uncharacteristically made the bed and joined his flower in the bathroom. She hid in the bubbles of the open bath as he sauntered into the humid room, wrapped in a bath towel.
"How's the water," he asked as he held the door of the shower stall, another erection looming beneath his towel.
"Umm... It feels good." But not as good as when you hold me...
"Awesome!" He grinned. "Don't mind me. Continue relaxing."
Easier said than done, Hinata thought as her charming prince shuffled into the slightly transparent screen. It wasn't transparent enough.
All things considered, she knew it was ideal to be relaxing in this warm bath. But was Naruto actually just making sure that they didn't make love in the stall again, by taking the initiative to run her a bath? Although she was aching all over, Hinata wanted to be pleased by him again. But this was for the best; she couldn't keep up with Naruto, what with his superb recovering capabilities as a Jinchuuriki.
She listened wistfully to the flowing water in the stall as he proceeded with his shower... alone. She imagined him maneuvering the soapy washcloth over his hard, sexy body, especially along regions down south. Hinata wondered how he went about cleaning her flexible treasure — she was curious.
Surely all this tension wasn't good for her heart. It was driving her insane. She and Naruto were like a pair of magnets — the princess was constantly attracted to him, never wanting to be apart. She wondered if he needed her as much as she does right now.
Naruto was in agony. He was so hard that it was now painful. Every now and then — while scrubbing his skin — he would push down at his erection for a fleeing measure of pleasure. And each time he did, it wouldn't suffice. His rigid shaft would only bounce back up like a spring in retaliation and demand more.
The frustrated warrior wanted to march out of the stall, over to the open bath, grab Hinata, and pin her against the wall. He would have his dirty way with her while she watched their reflection in the bathroom mirrors. But he couldn't... he wouldn't. He would never have her against her will, or even while she was exhausted as she was.
Hinata could feel the static growing in the bathroom, and her nipples hardened to ruddy peaks in response. She wondered if it were just her imagination, or was it that their sexual energies were clashing again.
The princess wished that her golden knight would come forth and have her, despite the numbness. She needed him, needed him so badly.
She felt a pull in her tummy at the memory of his erection throbbing on her behind when she woke up on top of him. He was in that condition because he wanted to make love to her again, right then and there, and now she wanted him to, every fiber of her wanted him to.
Just then, Naruto made his way out of the steamy stall, coiled in his bath towel again. His hair was damp and spiky, his body glistening with rippling droplets. Hinata wanted to get all of those beads of water with her tongue. Even when he was completely dry, she would still serve and worship his body with her tongue.
"How are you doing? You okay," Naruto asked as he ambled over to the sink and picked up the toothpaste and his toothbrush in preparations for war.
"I… I'm okay." She lied.
"Cool. Take as long as you'd like. I'll have breakfast up by the time you get out. Relax," he muttered as he heaved the toothbrush back and forth into his mouth.
"I will. Thanks."
Hinata watched as Naruto did quick work in his personal war against the elements, and all too soon, he was gone.
The princess walked in the living room door — ridiculously eager — and there he was, her personal miracle, standing by the table. Her eyes traced over his russet features: the hard oval of his jaw, the softer curve of his tempting lips — twisting up into a friendly smile now, the straight line of his nose, the subtle angle of his cheekbones, the gleam of his forehead protector, his honey-like hair.
She saved his eyes for last, knowing with great certainty that once she looked into them, she was likely to lose her chain of thought. His turquoise eyes were wide and warm, framed by a thick fringe of black lashes. Staring into his eyes always made her feel embarrassed but extraordinary. She was getting a little lightheaded, probably because she had forgotten to keep breathing. Again.
"Good morning, and welcome to the breakfast table,"Naruto said playfully, walking over to his shy princess to guide her to her cushion.
She stood politely with a soft blush in her cheeks, dressed in a gorgeous sky blue dress under a grey cardigan. Her skin seemed to glow, as though she emanated a fluorescent light. And she smelt of strawberries from her long soak. Her ravishing beauty and gentle nature was like a refreshing breeze blowing gently across the lush meadow of a rolling plain.
"T-Thank you," she said softly as he released her hand and sat her down before their wonderful meal. Butterflies fluttered in her tummy, her body hot where his hands touched.
The food didn't seem as though it was prepared solely for display this time. Naruto must have expressed his disapproval to the head chef. Hinata hoped he wasn't rude in his request.
"You look lovely," he bent to whisper in her ear before making his way around to his comfortable cushion.
Hinata gasped and widened her eyes when his cool breath kissed her ear lobe, duplicating the butterflies that dominated her tummy. She watched him as he rounded the knee-length table with glee. He was presented in a white t-shirt with the word "power" printed in bold at the front. And on his legs he wore a white track pants with a black streak at either sides.
It was the first time that she'd ever seen him dressed in full white or a sweat pants. Hinata liked it. Now if only he would allow her to take everything off… slowly. "I think Naruto-kun looks nice, too," she replied when she had gotten her wind back. But she couldn't hold his gaze.
Naruto grinned, his eyes set on her creamy cleavage. And as he wondered about the taste of her nipples, he found his growing excitement slowly deteriorating his appetite for real food. "Let's dig in, shall we!"
"U... Hn!"
After saying their grace — Hinata always giggled at Naruto's comical way of saying it — they pulled apart their chopsticks and began accumulating their morning supply of nutrients.
The food was tasty.
Naruto continued coaxing Hinata from her shell until they began reminiscing about all the missions they had together in the past. The food tasted even better over stories about their past endeavors. She blushed fiercely when he told her of the angel he saw — dancing naked atop the water under the glow of the full moon — when they were all searching for that rare insect with which to track down Sasuke.
"We've really been through a lot over the years, huh," he said as they gorged on the fruits following the filling main course.
"Yes. I'm truly happy that everyone has come so far together. I hope that we'll all be here to watch Naruto-kun become Hokage."
"Hinata..." Naruto felt a blush creeping into his cheeks, and he grinned widely while scratching at the vibrant color. "So long's you're with me, at my side, I'll definitely become Hokage."
"Naruto-kun..." Her eyes widened, gleaming with unshed tears.
Reverie had whispered her own personal achievements to her ears, too. After many years of watching and admiring him from afar, she could now sit at this table and call him her own. They had cuddled and slept together in the same bed.
But the most wonderful of all is that they had shared in love's most intimate ceremony of sensuality. They had left a permanent mark on each other — a power that would never fade, even with the passing of time. With this great bond, there was no longer a mountain that they couldn't climb.
Naruto smiled his lopsided smile, and his long fingers reached down to collect an olive. He popped it into his mouth, and Hinata's eyes lingered on his mouth — that sexy mouth that's been on her… all parts of her, engulfing her in flames. She flushed.
"I think it's adorable when you blush like that," he blurted out, staring as the princess gasped and the color in her cheeks deepened. She tried to hide from his worshiping eyes, an arched forefinger resting cutely upon her bottom lip. "You really shouldn't have your finger on your lip like that — it's... distracting," he prompted vaguely, his eyes smoldering.
M-My finger is distracting him? How?
He noted her curiosity. "It makes me want to wipe this table clean, throw you down on it, and then get between your legs..."
Hinata's jaw hung open, and she found herself getting lost in his compelling eyes. She could see his desire. It murmured to her, conveying all the possibilities available with just his mouth and fingers. She could feel anticipation performing somersaults in her belly, and her centre clenched deliciously. The chibi of her subconscious stood dumbfounded, too, but her inner-goddess elbowed her out of the way and suggested that the princess tell him to do it.
"But I'd rather have our food properly digested first," he grinned with promise, amused as Hinata cautiously lowered her hand from her mouth. "Since we have the festival to look forward to tomorrow, I was thinking that we should hit the beach today. Whaddya think?"
Hinata gazed unseeingly into Naruto's chest for a brief moment. After reflecting on the hot sex they had in the hot spring last night, she nodded her head enthusiastically at his promising suggestion. Now anticipation was doing cartwheels in her tummy, eager to get to their alternative area of mating.
Naruto's face lit up. "Well then, what're we waiting for? Let's get going! TO THE BEACH," he bellowed as if he was a superhero warming up for a spectacular battle.
"To the beach!" Hinata couldn't help but reiterate with an open smile. Chibi-G (inner-goddess) and Chibi-S (subconscious) cheered as their prince and princess both dashed toward the bedroom to gather the basic necessities for their day in the sand.
Hinata brought her hamper into the dining room and packed all the fruits, sandwiches, rice balls, rice cakes, and other snacks that they hadn't eaten earlier. Surely, the salty water would have sapped their breakfast in no time, but not as much as her orgasms would. And Hinata was almost certain there was going to be lots of orgasms on their little journey to the beach.
She still remembered how well he fitted inside her, and her inner-goddess began drooling at the memory, her back arched, her arms dangling.
To the far west of Fuugetsu, Naruto and Hinata found themselves walking along a beautifully paved path, bordered by lush palm trees and other expertly groomed greens. Tall streetlights stood back-to-back in the center of the walkway, ready to illuminate upon the dawning of dusk.
Many tourists traveled alongside our happy couple, most only garbed in their swimsuit and shades since the hotels in which they reside were close to the beach. The exotic buildings towered all around, boasting their warm colors. If only their suite was this close to the ocean, too.
Astride them, Naruto overheard a family of four reminiscing about how amazing last night's festival was. They had planned on going back again this evening as it was their last day in town, and the two kids — a boy and girl — couldn't stop gushing about all the fun they had playing games and winning toys. They were determined to get that huge bear this time around.
Hinata tilted her head and smiled openly in the sun's wonderful radiance. It was a sunny day. There were traces of salt in the mild breeze. The sky was blue, and there were only a few harmless clouds shuffling overhead. It was a perfect day to have an outing, and obviously all these people knew the truth of it. Among the crowd were guys with their surfing boards, expecting ideal weather conditions with which to ride the rebellious waves.
The princess looked to Naruto who was focusing on her smile, and her cheeks stained red when he reached for her hand and cupped her tiny fingers in his. She looked away in her embarrassment, but still the electricity that ran from him to her never slacked. It boosted her already frantic pulse.
Soon the crowd approached the foot of one amongst the many mountains that enclosed the town. Naruto and Hinata sighed in amazement at the gigantic tunnel that ran through the colossal rock to the other side of the island. Many other first timers shared in our couple's awe and astonishment. It must have taken years to stave a hole of this magnitude through this type of rock. Was it even possible with conventional tools?
As they proceeded closer to the entrance's threshold, the crowd couldn't help but slow and gaze up at the two large statutes of a man and woman that stood firm at either side. They were carved from the same kind of rock that made up the mountains. The details were exquisite, and Naruto wondered whether they were the founders of Fuugetsu.
"They sorta remind me of the two statutes at the Valley of the End," Naruto said dryly, though Hinata could sense the undercurrent of his bittersweet reverie.
Stepping into the cave felt as if stepping into another dimension. The pocket of air that greeted them was cool, as though it held promises of an early winter. The tunnel was dark — the perfect background shade for what laid in the foreground.
Embedded in the walls of rock were shards of glowing limestone, similar to those in the hot spring. Blue and green resonated together and danced on the walls like mythical fairies. It was enchanting, and Naruto squeezed Hinata's fingers affectionately as they traversed this sublime realm in their own small bubble of love.
When the enchanted crowd broke free of the darkness, they shielded their eyes against the sun's welcoming brilliance. But the moment they heard the sound of kids playing, seagulls calling, and the sea's surf breaking against the shore, their faces lit up and they all rushed forward to greet fun.
Holding her hand still, Naruto and Hinata stood aside. They'd rather not be crushed by the stampede. It was ironic — they were the kids and yet they were the ones controlling their excitement. Shinobis always had to be wary.
Despite being the renowned "hot spring country"; the beach wasn't as crowded as they thought it would, which was great. But it wasn't scanty, either.
After spotting a nice, spacious spot on the beachfront that wasn't occupied by sandcastles, the couple fetched two umbrellas from a local distribution stand and made their way to sweet relaxation... and food. To think that it was the blistering sun and the long journey here that would have deprived them of their energy.
Females walked by in their colorful bikinis and males, in their shorts. There were mobile food stands all around, advertising their stocks and imploring famished kids to persuade their parents to buy. This was the beach.
When Naruto jabbed the massive umbrellas side-by-side into the dry sand, Hinata took the liberty of spreading out their blanket and securing the hamper at her spot. She loved feeding him.
The princess inhaled deep of the briny air that blew in from the open seas. The blue deity's call was too strong for her to resist, but a power more potent held her by the knight's side. The ocean extended out as far as the eyes could see, but on the horizon, they could see the misty coast of the lightening country.
"The water's beautiful," Hinata muttered unconsciously.
"But not as beautiful as you..." Naruto returned in that dangerously influential tone. The complexion in her face changed suddenly, and her hand rose to perilous regions. "Your finger is on your lip again," he said softly, gazing across the lapping waves with an enigmatic smile, the tail of his black headband fluttering in the wind.
The first few yards of the water was aqua, almost crystal clear, while the rest was of a darker blue. It was truly beautiful. Naruto was anxious to take a dip, but, unfortunately, he didn't have any sunscreen. Now going for a swim was more of a sacrifice than that of enjoyment.
Hinata sat innocently on her heels, looking up surreptitiously with desire in her eyes. She recalled with a blush what Naruto said about making love to her on the table.
On the table…
That would have been so inappropriate... but hot! She wondered if they could try it before they left. Oh, she felt like a naughty schoolgirl considering skulking school to hang out with her friends. But she was certain, in reality, that idea wouldn't have been a turn on in the least.
On the table…
The idea did not intend to settle anytime soon. Hinata pursed her lips and pressed her hands down upon her lap as a series of convulsions tackled her core. She had been aching for him since the table commentary, and her inner-goddess was getting more impatient by the minute.
To think that Naruto was so naughty, and Hinata had a feeling she hadn't seen anything yet. Her centre clenched again, and she pressed down harder with an inaudible whimper, her eyes tightly closed.
In her tantalization, the princess heard a group of young girls passing close by. They were gloating about their effect on a certain boy, which really made Hinata seriously consider the matter — to think that a female's body could have such a powerful effect on males. She knew how much Naruto affected her, but she wondered about the potency of her effect on him. It was obvious, though, that he really enjoyed probing her body.
The girls wore stylish and evidently expensive bikinis. The sight made Hinata wonder if she should strip down to her swimsuit for her one and only. The girl personally wanted to see what the sight of her body would do to him, while they were in public and unable to copulate.
Considering the lack of privacy and his inability to steal her rationality entirely, she would be able to assess him throughout the course of the day. But not for long — she did want him to dominate her on the table, after all.
Hinata blushed.
Naruto sprawled out on the blanket, his fingers just inches away from her majesty's legs. He sighed, a long sigh of nostalgia."It's really been a long time since I came to the beach." He inhaled deeply, closing his eyes with a smile. "It's great... especially since I'm here with you."
"Naruto-kun..." Hinata was almost at that point where being in public didn't matter.
She could smell him. The familiar aroma washed over her, like a physical caress, tilting her chin and teasing her perfect lips. She panted softly with her hunger, her bent legs melting beneath her from the heat detonating in her core. His chest was a temping surface on which to lie — a soft, warm pedestal reserved only for his single rose. Hinata wanted to completely mold into him, to be with her chivalrous white knight forever — intertwined in their combined gratification.
All of a sudden, the princess's emotions broke, shattered into bits on the face of a jagged rock. Shock and discomfort replaced her amorous desire, and she battled to gather her composure through the thick mist of her curiosity.
"Hey!" Another group of young girls stopped in front of our couple's crude love nest, the one in front surveying our hero's features intently. "Awesome blonde hair. Blue eyes. Konoha's forehead protector. Oh, my god — you wouldn't be Uzumaki Naruto, would you... Konoha's hero?"
Naruto sat upright; sharing Hinata's lost for words.
"You are, aren't you," another girl said with stars of hope twinkling in her eyes.
Naruto began scratching his head with his trademark grin. "Well, I don't know about the "hero" part, but I'm definitely Uzumaki Naruto."
The girls screamed, almost swooning before him as though he was some legendary rock star. They dragged him to his feet and imprisoned him within a tight circle, like a deadly mob. Then they begged him to join their team in a volleyball tournament scheduled to begin in a few minutes.
Hinata was surprised that word of his heroism had gotten so far and so fast. But more importantly, she began feeling a strange emotion boiling up inside her — spicy and unfamiliar. But one thing was certain, it wasn't a pleasant emotion, and that made her worry.
"So, will you help lead us to victory," another girl asked sweetly.
"Sure, I guess... but I won't stay long." Naruto felt uneasy.
"With you on our side of the net, you won't have to; the opposing team won't stand a chance," girl number one reassured.
"I know right," girl number two agreed.
"Oh. By the way, this is my girlfriend — Hinata," Naruto gestured to his guardian angel who sat with a fierce blush painting her adorable cheeks.
G-Girlfriend? Hinata felt as if she was a kettle that had long reached a boil, neglected on the stove to overheat, and then melt. She had never regarded them with such a title before. Does that mean he was her... boyfriend? "Hello." The princess was polite, her voice small.
The curly, blonde hair girl who was obviously the leader of both the volleyball team and the peer group looked her over in a single, sharp glance. She wasn't impressed, but her expression was carefully guarded. "It's nice to meet you, Hinata," she smiled. "You must really be something if you're dating Konoha's hero."
"You're lucky, that's for sure," girl number three giggled.
"Hinata, I hope you don't mind if we borrow him for a while," the blonde said with a fist on one hitched hip. Her eyes gleamed, as if with challenge, and her smile was sly. But Hinata had never played her game, so she was blind to all the coaxing signs.
"No, it's completely fine — I'm sure that Naruto-kun will enjoy the game." That's what she said, then why did she feel a looming sense of sadness?
"Thanks," the girl replied, grinning now, her girlfriends pushing a reluctant Naruto over to the court with gathering spectators. "I promise we won't keep him too long." She left to meet up with her team.
As Hinata watched the assertive sirens make off with her beloved into the beguiling gloom, she felt the dull blade of loneliness looming over her head, intent on cleaving her in twine. "Wait, Naruto-kun," she said, far too much of a whimper to be heard. She dashed off to meet closure, but toppled and fell on her face in the sand. Curse her two left feet.
"Hinata Hyuga," a voice rose before our saddened princess, one dripping with pity. It was girl number one — the blonde leader. Hinata reclined on her heels. "You should really give Naruto some space every now and then. You want him to spread his wings and have fun, right? Trust me, no guy likes when his girlfriend is too clingy. Take it from me," she grinned and then walked off, sparing no time to console the troubled girl.
Am I... clinging to Naruto-kun too much? Hinata's eyes popped open, quivering with a storm of emotions. But mostly, she was shocked and appalled by this bitter revelation.
Through a game of heads or tails, Naruto's team had won the privilege to serve the ball first. Either team had five players: four females and one male. Naruto had to wonder if the captain of the challenging team had the same idea about asking a favor from a slightly willing shinobi.
The spectators cheered and threw their hands up in excitement as the blonde, Matsuri, postured to make the first serve and get the final match of the championship tournament under way.
"Naruto! You remember the rules, right," she asked urgently, almost seeming to glow in her vibrant, shocking color green bikini.
The men howled flirtatiously, panting like dehydrated hounds.
"Yeah, I've got it. Now let's take home that championship trophy!" He really wanted to get back to Hinata. His guilt was swelling by the second.
"Great! Now try not to make a scene — we want this match to seem as clean as possible."
"I know right," girl number three added. "It would suck big time if we got disqualified after coming this far, especially when it might be possible for us to win, if we played legitimately."
"You can say that again," girl number four agreed, surprisingly. She rarely spoke.
"I won't jeopardize this match," Naruto grinned. "I'll make sure that you guys walk away with that trophy, even though you refused to play fair 'til the very end."
Matsuri chuckled, and then served, both the competition and the hungry spectators that enclosed the sandy court. The match started with a fiery explosion of passion. All the players were energetic and confident. They kept moving around in their cell, keeping themselves mobile to respond quickly and effectively to all incoming servings.
The rival team was doing an exceptionally well job thus far — they were obviously aiming for overkill. The girls would constantly claim and serve the ball in the air for their male teammate to administer a mean and powerful slam-dunk.
But Naruto was no amateur, nor was he slow or lazy on his feet. Each dunk was saved with a pizzazz that made the crowd go wild; even the perverts looked his way momentarily. However, he tried to refrain from having to strike the ball back over the net as much as possible. Staying nimble on his feet, he stayed in the background to save any death balls and set them up to be returned with a vengeance by the girls.
The ever vigilant sun showed no mercy to all those who were vulnerable. It had shifted in the sky over the span of these twenty-five minutes. Most of the spectators had retreated under their umbrellas, still fixated on the ongoing match. Evidently, one of the best they'd seen in a while.
Heat and exhaustion plagued both sides of the competition. Hot breaths escaped through parted lips. Salty sweat danced over smooth, creamy breasts as they bounced in motion. Sleek hair fluttered in the crisp breeze. Eyes burned with vehement determination. Flushed bodies endured under consistent pressure.
The philandering men couldn't get enough. And they were careful to secure fresh tissues into their nostrils after each bloody nose. They couldn't care less about the game. What really mattered to them was—
A female competitor's breasts pressed hard against the back of another as they both hit the ground trying to save an incoming ball. They moaned, almost amorously, and the males' head tiled back as blood sprayed from their nostrils.
After wave and wave of servings, there was only five minutes remaining on the clock. The score was twenty-two to thirty-two, with Naruto's team holding the high score. The match had taken its toll on the players — their responses had slowed, their confidence settled into dehydration.
After another successful dunk on the competitor's part — courtesy of Naruto's guilt — the alarm sounded, which signaled the conclusion of the match.
The spectators rose from the protection of their umbrellas to cheer. Some people were disappointed, perhaps those who placed bets on the defeated team. But in no time, the court was swarming with ecstatic spectators. They made way for the referee as he brought the four-foot tall trophy onto the scene. The girls held it up together, effortlessly brushing off their guilt, but their leader was nowhere to be seen.
"Naruto," she appeared beside him, almost as if she had materialized out of the thick crowd. She led him to a clearing that wasn't so noisy, her mannerisms seeming far more sweeter than usual. Could her gratitude have altered her personality this much? "That was a great match. On behalf of me and my team, I want to thank you." She smiled innocently.
Naruto grinned. "Oh, it was nothing. I promised you guys the trophy, didn't I?"
"That you did. We recently found out that the male player on our opponent's team was secretly using food pills, which is why we asked you to help us play against them. I'm sorry I didn't tell you earlier."
He frowned. "In that case, I guess they deserved to lose, then. Well —" he turned to leave — "enjoy the sweet taste of victory... I'm gonna head back to Hinata now."
"Wait! I have something to give you, as a token of my appreciation."
Before Naruto could fully turn around, Hinata suddenly swooped in and snatched something hidden behind Matsuri's back. In her shock, the girl retaliated by teleporting out at sea in a hasty retreat and Hinata pursued. Naruto followed suite, curious as to what was going on.
The blonde leader had found her cool again, floating up and down atop the blue waters. She stood with a dark smile and a hand on her hip, staring wickedly at Hinata. "You're not as much of the loser that I thought you were," she spat with obvious contempt, grinning now.
"Hey, don't talk to my girlfriend like that!" Naruto snapped. "Didn't I just help you to win that trophy?"
"Oh, please. I couldn't care less."
"Hinata, what's going on." Our hero was even more perplexed.
The princess's eyes were narrow, cautiously fixed on the enemy while she spoke. "Naruto-kun... this girl isn't who she claims to be. She's an impostor!"
"Huh," he raised a brow in question, far from enlightenment. "What're you talking about?"
"On the beach, she called me 'Hyuga' Hinata, when neither Naruto-kun nor I had ever mentioned my last name."
"Oh," the girl flashed her hair. "So that's what tipped you off."
Hinata nodded once. "It's not unusual for people to recognize that I'm from the Hyuga clan based on my eyes, but something about the way you said my name made me anxious. I watched as you played the match with my Byakugan and realized that you were exerting a lot of chakra..."
"Chakra…" Naruto cast his gaze to the mysterious woman in shock.
"Yes," the princess shed light on his suspicion. "This woman is not only a shinobi, but she's using the transformation technique to impersonate this girl. I took this from her just now," she revealed the vial in her hand. "It's the same sedative drug that those rouges used yesterday. She was planning to use it on you, Naruto-kun."
Naruto veered his attention to the woman again. He frowned deeply, swearing something nasty. He held the woman in a gaze so deadly furious it must have burned to hold it. "Why you..."
"Impressive," the impostor said, her smile brilliant despite the compromise. "You Hyuga are really something else." She dismissed the transformation, revealing her true form.
Long, ebony hair. Brown, bold eyes. A slender body wrapped in black ninja attire — she was gorgeous. Why do the evil characters have to be so beautiful?
"My name is Kitami, and I'm out to seek revenge!" The woman's once cool countenance became foul. "Uzumaki Naruto... you took my man away from me," she gripped the cloths above her heart. "I'll have you feel the same pain that I'm feeling right now."
Naruto's eyes were calm as he focused on keeping his anger in check. Just the reality that Hinata's life was in danger made his blood flow like lava through his veins. He wanted to release the instinctive beast inside of him; to erase all that threatened her life. But he knew he had to hold steady the reins of his control. "So you're connected to those two rouge ninjas, after all — Mitarashi and Hakkaku."
"I wasn't a part of their plan to kidnap your girlfriend, but Hakkaku was my everything and you took him away from me. On his final breath, he told me all that had happened, and now I'm here to make you pay!"
"If you were in Naruto-kun's shoes, you would have done the same thing," Hinata explained, but the flame in Kitami's eyes didn't falter.
"Without hesitation, I'd kill all those who came seeking revenge, too. But in this case, I'll be the only one heading back to that shore today."
Hinata frowned. "But—"
"That's enough, Hinata," Naruto interjected, his eyes closed as he silently drew power from the blistering ball of fire that grew in the pits of his gut. "No amount of words will change her resolve."His eyes slowly opened. "I'll take care of this."
The wind gusted over the waves, stirring the salty air in the process, and Naruto formed his trademark seal, determined to end the fight with a single Rasengan. No one would hurt Hinata or interfere with their vacation, even if she was a woman.
Kitami's eyes narrowed shrewdly. Kage Bunshin?
"Wait, Naruto-kun!" Hinata commanded, assuming her clan's customary offensive stance. "Please… allow me to take care of this."
"Hinata... I don't want you to get involved in this. Stand aside."
"I'm already involved, Naruto-kun; I was kidnapped yesterday and became a burden to you. I wish to make amends for that."
"You don't have anything to prove. I just don't want to see you hurt."
"I know that my welfare concerns you, Naruto-kun... but you must not forget that I'm also a shinobi. I'm no longer the helpless girl that you cheered on in the Chunin Exams three years ago."She heaved a confident smile, her eyes changing. "Let me show you how much I've grown."
"Hinata..."
Kitami gave an evil laugh, disgusted by her adversarys' loving dispute. "If I knew I'd get the privilege to fight you without interference, I would never have tried to sedate Naruto with that drug." She chuckled and vaulted backward a few yards, distancing herself from Hinata's attack range. Then the woman postured for an attack. "You'll find that I'm not as weak as Hakkaku."
"Hinata!" Naruto effortlessly won her attention, his eyes serious again. "Not one scratch... I don't want one scratch on your body, got that? If she gets one hit in, I'll be forced to step forward."
"...Hn!" Hinata nodded and faced her opponent once more, a flush kissing her cheeks. I won't let Naruto-kun down. Byakugan! She fully activated her eyes, and her mood suddenly changed.
"Tsk. I'll just have to kill her with a single attack, then," Kitami said to herself, constantly remembering what Hakkaku said regarding facing a Hyuga in close combat.
"Air Palm!" Hinata swiftly thrust her arm forward, palm up, launching a compressed shaft of air through the water. It cut through the dark surface of the salty blue, blasting Kitami with devastating force, shredding apart of her cloths. She screamed upon impact, rolling violently backward as though she had been hit by a train.
Naruto stood with his mouth opened, astounded, as the woman sliced through the water, like a rag doll.What was that?! I would've never seen it coming; it's almost invisible. Wow! My girlfriend's a badass!
Hinata glanced Naruto's impressed facial expression. It doused her with confidence and determination; driving her with a more potent form of fuel.
She dashed toward Kitami before the woman could gather her bearings. It was a good idea to end the battle before people on the beach began noticing tiny dots moving around like bullets, far out at sea.
Drenched, Kitami struggled to one knee, her head hung low. "What was that," she wondered in her muddled state. I thought Hakkaku said the Hyuga were only capable of hand-to-hand combat. That was a chakra-based range attack just now.She heard quick footsteps closing in. I'll just have to flood her with attacks until I can find a clear opening.
Gathering invisible but lethal chakra to her fingertips, Hinata rushed in to seal Kitami's power. But before our valiant princess could get in range, the woman quickly formed her seals and sent a massive ball of fire hurtling toward them: Fire Style: Fireball Jutsu!
Expelling a bulk of chakra to the soles of her feet, Hinata gathered the momentum to leap to the side. Naruto had to dodge the attack, as well, which rocketed past him, leaving a salty vapor of steam in its weak. But this was just a diversion. Kitami had leaped into the air and created two shadow clones, each quickly forming their own individual hand seals.
Hinata pursed her lips and took a defensive stance in a heartbeat, watching carefully, analytically, as the three assailants prepared to attack. So... she's fire-natured. I need to be careful; I am already at a disadvantage by only specializing in taijutsu.
"Fire Style: Crimson Dragon Jutsu," clone one uttered, breathing forth a large, blistering dragon whose body formed a tall wall of flames around our alert couple.
"Fire Style: Phoenix Flower Justu!" Clone two followed up in perfect sync, sending a volley of small fireballs flying toward them.
Naruto and Hinata had no choice but to allow themselves to be enclosed in the searing flames. It was imperative that they concentrate on the secondary attack, which could be concealing shurikens. But that was also careless — since the original body hadn't disclosed her attack yet.
Hinata had no intention to take any chances. She couldn't afford to lose everything... to lose Naruto. She darted before him, instructing her capable white knight to stay put as she postured to rotate into her Protection of the Eight Trigrams Sixty-Four Palms technique.
"Fire Style: Searing Whip," Kitami uttered wickedly, unfurling a long whip wrought of fire from her forefingers, which she combined with the Phoenix Fire technique to assault the much despised couple. The hungry flames collided into the rotating orb generated by Hinata, consuming it.
Then she stopped instantly, dispersing the glowing sphere.
Kitami was enraged. She narrowed her eyes to dangerous slits and gritted her teeth. "A barrier? So I used all that chakra for nothing?" She landed on her feet within the ring of flames, still on her guard. "At least I still have them trapped. I need to finish this!"
Hinata could practically hear the wheels in the woman's shrewd mind turning, calculating errors and how to smooth them over — how to dismiss her from this world. "Naruto-kun," she whispered, tugging his attention. "I'll draw her attention away from you..."
The warrior scanned her, intrigued by her commanding flair. Naruto had never seen her battle like this before... in a dress with its length distinctly in the seductive zone... for him. He was tempted to tap her on the butt, to give her a boost in spirit, but he was certain the gesture would've had the opposite effect. "Be careful. She's strong..."
"She is, but I can't afford to lose."
Hinata took off — like a torpedo out of water — toward a cautious Kitami. In response, the woman began forming the seals for another lethal fire attack: Horse. Snake. Tiger. Monkey. Boar... but Hinata thwarted her pending strike with her gentle fist.
Kitami gracefully maneuvered around the quick jabs and eased into a series of back flips. Then without pause, she lunged into a dash and Hinata kept up a few yards to the side of her. Panting breaths. Damp hair. Fiery gazes. They exchanged a few saucy lines, and then leaped backward to launch a coinciding attack. A powerful air palm and a gigantic fireball collided, which resulted in a humongous and catastrophic explosion.
The shockwave blasted the girls away. Naruto's shadow clone caught Hinata in midair and, in one fluid motion, clutched her arm and swung her around, slingshotting her forward toward Kitami who, had found her footing atop the raging waters.
While Hinata was still airborne, Kitami capitalized on her presumed vulnerability by executing the seals for a new attack. "Fire Style: Crimson Pistol!" The woman held her hands up — her thumbs and index fingers portrayed in the shape of a pistol — firing fire-based projectiles at high velocity at our confident princess.
Hinata's heart rate was wild — pumping loads of oxygen and adrenaline through her veins. Her senses were sharpened, her eyesight keen, and, in but a fraction of a second, she took a deep breath and generated powerful chakra around her hands.
Gentle Step, Twin Lion Fists!
The blue flames that took the form of a lion's head burned with fierce intensity. And Hinata effortlessly deflected the barrage of fireworks as she swooped down to where Kitami stood.
"Check it out, bro," a surfer on the beach pointed out to his friend. "I didn't know there was a volcano out there. Wicked awesome!"
The friend shielded his eyes from the sun's glare and tried to concentrate. "I don't think that's a volcano, man."
"Aren't those people out there," a woman said, clinging tightly to her child's hand in anxiety.
"Are we under attack," an older man asked, instilling a bitter grip of fear in all those who heard.
"It's Poseidon!" A teenager in massive, nerdy glasses exclaimed, his eyes beady. "He's finally here to destroy humanity for polluting His seas!"
"Can someone please give that kid a wedgie," a bully shouted from somewhere in the converging crowd.
Anxious chatter broke out on the beach. And more people began gathering at the edge of the shoreline, trying to ascertain what tragedy was transpiring out at sea. Were they to be worried? Was there really a threat?
The lions imbued of blue seemed to roar each time Hinata nullified Kitami's fire-based projectiles. It was the shockwave, and it echoed off the surface of the water, spelling the intensity of the girls' desperate battle.
Kitami was suddenly more furious, her eyes blazing. The final thread holding her rationality in check seemed to have snapped. She leaped far into the air and quickly went through her seals. "I'll burn you two alive until there's absolutely nothing left," she fumed, molding chakra in her belly, which seemed to have been enhanced by her rage.
Like a flamethrower, she breathed a wave of searing hot flames down upon Naruto and Hinata. The spectacle almost seemed like the prologue of the apocalypse. The fire swallowed up the entire ring that imprisoned our couple. Was this the end? Had our hero and princess been incinerated by this avenger's overwhelming rage?
Kitami guffawed, all traces of composure she had gone in her rippling excitement. But the joy of victory was short-lived, and she frowned maliciously at the reality of that. What would it take to kill these annoying pests?
Hinata had escaped the infernal flames by effortless slicing through the ring with a decisive strike. Aside from the fact that there was lots of humidity riding on the wind, the flames were partly made up of chakra, which were her forte.
Her inner-goddess had a sly grin on her face, but the Hyuga princess sported a cool countenance, secretly gathering her power into a finishing move. With her hands resting at her sides, her defenses down, she made a little distance between her and Naruto, her sinuous strides making Kitami steam.
"I've had just about enough of you," the woman snapped, holding a gun-finger forward, target: Hinata. She reinforced her wrist with her free hand as she infused a large quantity of her chakra into the small ball of fire generating at her fingertip.
But Hinata displayed no intention to dodge. She stood firmly with her lips pursed in ardent resolve. This made Kitami anxious, though she tried to conceal the truth of it.
"Hinata..." Naruto stared on, disconcerted with the seemingly reckless atmosphere that had formed between the two.
However, Hinata wasn't afraid. Her confidence was like a pillar of steel that towered into the heavens. She was ready to conclude this prolonged duel, ready to vanquish the evil that threatened her happiness.I won't lose before the eyes of the one I love…
Kitami was done talking. She blasted the fireball, which zinged toward Hinata, like a deadly flare. Despite its menacing velocity, the princess drove her hand down into the water — pumping all the chakra she had accumulated into a powerful air palm. It tore through the water like a laser, opening a momentary hole in the unruly depths.
At the same time, the projectile zipped through a few strands of Hinata's hair, singeing them. Naruto was flabbergasted, and even more so when Kitami popped into a cloud of smoke.
Hinata rose slowly to her feet, her eyes relived, seawater tricking down her face from the ocean's repercussion to her finishing blow.
"What happened," Naruto demanded as he approached the collected heroine, his eyes curious but still alert.
"It's over," she reassured when Kitami's lifeless body floated to the surface of the unmerciful tides.
"I figured as much, but I still don't get what just happened."
Hinata deactivated her ocular ability with a sigh, and then blinked rapidly a few times, her seriousness dissolving at the sound of Naruto's voice."I'll explain."
"Mmm." Naruto inclined his head.
"Back then, when she had created those two clones, the third one was also fake. The real one had already concealed herself under water, biding her time for the ideal opportunity to attack. I could sense her presence all the while, and it wasn't long before I saw her. Whenever I stood still for any extended periods of time, she would swim beneath my feet."
"But why did you leave yourself open to her attack like that? You could have been hurt!" Naruto almost sounded upset.
"I... I'm sorry that I made Naruto-kun worry," Hinata turned around, her head bowed in repentance."I also noted that she had depleted most of her chakra reserves with all the high-level ninjutsu she was using, so I was almost certain that her attack wouldn't work."
Naruto moved in close and brushed the fringes of hair at the front of her bang. Then he smoothed his hands over her face, touching every inch of her as if he feared she was broken. "I don't want to lose you based on a miscalculated gamble, Hinata," he whispered softly to her ear... too soft.
His aura seemed to wash over her, settling into sockets and joins where her expelled chakra once rested. It was cool, revitalizing... and arousing. Slowly, he coiled his arms around her waist and pulled her against his chest. He was evidently aroused, too. The realization knocked the wind from Hinata's body. She was certain he could feel the sudden gallop of her heart, and that made her even more embarrassed.
"About my warning," he continued, his warm breath fanning her neck, providing wind in the sails of her arousal, turning the fan blades of her insatiable desire. "Well, technically, your hair is what got singed and not your body… so I guess it's okay. Nevertheless," his voice turned seductive."I'll have to punish you for damaging your hair and being so reckless." He grinned — she could feel it. "Don't worry; you'll enjoy the punishment that I have in stored."
Hinata felt herself clench down south at his words, and her hand shot up automatically to grip the back of his shirt. A flush rose in her cheeks, and she buried her face in the wall of his chest, hoping that it didn't burn through his clothes.
"Damn, I think your punishment may have to wait."
"Eh?" Hinata withdrew her head, her eyes wide. She couldn't conceal her utter disappointment.
"I think our little skirmish went public."
Hinata was shocked at the number of people that had gathered at the shore, their gazes fixed on whatever development was taking place after the chaotic series of explosions before. But the couple was much too far out to be distinguished by anyone, which is why a few surfers had started paddling out on their surfboards to make sense of the conflict.
To avoid recognition and interrogation, the couple bolted off toward a remote coral reef adjacent to the beach. They were certain no one would follow them there.
A quick Lesson
Naruto and Hinata jumped from the thrashing waves and onto the summit of a cliff. The sand was almost ivory here, and much harder than that found on the beach. Tiny trees scattered all around the wide area along with small turfs of grass. And it was quiet, except for the surf breaking on the jagged rocks down below.
Hinata looked out across the oceanic vista, captivated by the different color umbrellas that lined the distant beach. From here, the people looked like ants scurrying around in the golden sand. The skyline held her gaze, and she studied the contrast in colors.
"Hinata," Naruto summoned her from the ledge, her eyes endearing. The damp spots on her dress were almost dry now. "I've been thinking... and I've decided to teach you a technique: the Rasengan."
Hinata's eyes pop open.
"The Hyuga specializes in close range combat, right, and they excel at chakra manipulation. I think the Rasengan would make a fine addition to your arsenal." His eyebrows pull together. "While you were fighting Kitami, I noted that there were instances where your attacks barely missed her. If that were the Rasengan, she would have been blown away instantly. It's a great finishing move. It doesn't demand a lot of chakra, but it packs a powerful punch."
Hinata's hand rose to her mouth, and a flush crept into her cheeks as she looked down to his chest. "B-But that's Naruto-kun's special attack..."
He took that hand away from her tempting lips — dispelling the trance she had unconsciously placed him under — and rest it over his heart. "And you're my girlfriend — far more special than any technique."
"Naruto-kun..." she looked up into his smoldering eyes, hers half-lidded with unshed tears of joy. Was it possible to love him anymore than she already did? She beamed at him.
He lifted a hand to her rosy cheek, his eyes softening."With this technique... a part of me will always be with you — protecting you, always."
His whispering made her lightheaded, and her soul pleaded for a kiss. But Naruto knew well the effects a mere kiss had on them. The moment their lips touched, an insatiable lust would be unleashed upon them, consuming the pair of a single entity in a raging sea of uncontrollable desire.
Much too soon, he pulled away, leaving a storm of static electricity between them. "That air palm technique you used earlier... it was interfused with wind-natured chakra, wasn't it? ...Does that mean the Hyuga are wind-natured?"
"Hn."
Naruto grinned, obviously pleased about something. "That means you and I are both wind-natured. How ironic, right?"
Hinata smiled, happy about this other comparison, which she assumed proved even more that they were meant to be. "I think it's wonderful."
"You're wonderful."
She went silent, and Naruto chuckled. "Okay. So you're wind-natured, but I don't think you have enough chakra to use the Rasenshuriken right now. In that case, let's just stick with the basic form of Rasengan, shall we."
"Hn!" She nodded her head enthusiastically, like a puppy about to be fed some chow. She stood up straight, eager to wield the same power as her beloved knight.
"Alrightdy! So let's get started. I still have that punishment to administer, after all." He grinned and winked suggestively at her, effortlessly tearing down the walls of composure the princess had erected. "In the tree-climbing exercise, we learnt to accumulate and maintain a certain amount of chakra in a needed area, right... similar to that lion technique you had going on earlier."
Hinata nodded, concentration glinting in her eyes.
"Then with the water-walk exercise, we released a constant amount of chakra to keep us balanced and afloat atop the water's surface. For the Rasengan, however, you'll need to create a flow with chakra. Simply put, rotation."
Hinata's expression still portrayed "focus" and, with that, Naruto continued the tutorial. He created a shadow clone to demonstrate, holding his right palm up, upon which his counterpart gazed intently. "First, you accumulate and maintain chakra in your hand like the tree climbing exercise." Small, blue particles converge to form a sphere of condensed energy in his hand. "Next, you release a constant amount of chakra like in the water walk exercise." The sphere grew and deepened in hue. "And, finally, you push and rotate." The shadow clone used both hands to create a scratching gesture all around the glowing orb, ushering the chakra into a fierce rotation of many dimensions in which main body (Naruto) sustained.
Hinata couldn't tear her eyes away from the visible ball of energy. Chakra manipulation was the Hyuga's strong suite, but shape manipulation wasn't a popular practice. She wondered about the velocity of the chakra's rotation, and found it ironic that the destructive ball of force emitted a high-pitched, but soothing sound effect.
"Ero-sennin mentioned something about chakra rotation type. You know what yours is, right?"
"Yes! I'm a clockwise-type."
"So am I," his lips eased into a smile, and he dispersed the orb and his clone.
Soul mates, Hinata's lips stretched at the thought.
"Okay. Now it's your turn. I sucked at manipulating chakra three years ago. And if I took less than a month to perfect the Rasengan, then a Hyuga that's been training to achieve perfect chakra control since kindergarten should be able to do it in one go." Naruto's eyes narrowed with certitude. "I believe in you, Hinata... now show me what you've got! ...And don't forget that we learn through trial and error; it's no big deal if you don't get it the first time."
Gathering her bearings from the abundance of confidence and determination that emanated from Naruto, Hinata looked down at her palm, her eyes pensive.
"Both the forth Hokage and the Ero-sennin only used one hand to pull off the Rasengan; using the clone is just my method. What will yours be...?"
Hinata raised her right hand, palm up, and took a deep breath, her stance sturdy. Silence fell over them, and the wind gusted with a howl as the beautiful warrior centered herself. The tree swayed overhead, the shadow of its leaves dancing in the torrid sand.
Then Hinata clasped her wrist for support as she channeled energy into the palm of her hand. She had seen and, committed to memory, the Rasengan in action a few times in the past — after all, it was her hero's second trademark move — but the princess had never attempted to try it. She had, however, worked out all the schematics in her mind and performed a step-by-step simulation of herself practicing the technique. So, technically, she had mental experience... it was just to reenact what she did in reality.
"The first step is rotation," Naruto advised when Hinata's eyes flashed open with dedication. "Envision your chakra rotating in several directions at high speed within a tiny circle."
"Ahh!" Her voice rose as small, blue particles converge to form a sphere of condensed energy in the palm of her hand. It was rotating rapidly.
"The second step is power." Naruto's eyes popped open as the sphere of a much darker blue than usual, grew several times larger than the typical Rasengan. For a moment, it was terrifying.
Thin vortex of energy swirled around the massive sphere, like a cyclone, driving the immediate area into awry, stirring leaves and sand. Its screech echoed off the trees in an exotic melody. It sounded like a charged particle beaming preparing to be fired.
"Hinata! That's more like an Odama Rasengan," Naruto shouted a few octaves above the sound generated by the dense sphere. "It's awesome! ...Okay, so the third and final step is to retain the previous two steps — rotation and power!"
Hinata gritted her teeth and tightened the grip around her wrist as she struggled to maintain her newly bestowed power. It was more difficult than she imagined, and yet Naruto could dish out multiple clones wielding their own Rasengan. He was truly amazing!
"Hinata, calm down... you really don't need to be out-putting that much power. At that rate, you'll only be able to use the Rasengan once per battle." He created another Rasengan and raised his palm beside hers. "I want you to focus more on rotation rather than power — since that's the most important factor if you want to inflict maximum damage."
Taking another deep breath, Hinata released the tension in her arm, and the sphere shrunk to match the size of her reference. But the deep blue it radiated never changed. It was of the same hue as the Gentle Step Twin Lion Fists she used earlier. It was pretty.
"Hinata, you did it!" Naruto said in a cheerful voice, cupping both her hands in his own, when they had dismissed the glowing spheres. "I knew you'd be able to do it in one go! How did it feel?"
"It felt really amazing," she returned, finding courage in her thrill and adrenaline rush. "But I think Naruto-kun is right: I won't be able to use the Rasenshuriken; just the regular Rasengan is so much."
"Don't worry about that," he reassured, pulling her into a warm embrace. She smelled deeply of his shirt. "Just focus on getting used to the Rasengan. How about some brief training regimens to wrap things up?"
"Okay," she muttered in his chest, and yet she refused to let him go.
Naruto could feel her reluctance. He whispered her name, and then kissed her atop the head, even as he combed his fingers through her dark blue hair. But like many others, the physical interaction was but a fleeting taste of paradise — bittersweet.
She followed behind him as he led her to a half-dead tree at the threshold of the dense forestry for their first training exercise. "Okay. Now that you can whip up a Rasengan, let's test its power and stability."
She observed as he created said technique with the help of his counterpart, but the moment the sphere connected with the tree, it exploded, engraving a rippling pattern into the defenseless trunk."Should your attempt have the same effect, it means that you have a bit of maintenance to work on. For optimum effectiveness, you have to retain shape, rotation, and power." He effortlessly demonstrated what the desired effect should look like — the Rasengan cuts through the tree trunk, like a mechanical grinder, shredding the dry bark into dust.
Hinata was evidently impressed, but she felt a pang of guilt and pity for the poor, defenseless tree.
"Give it a go," he urged, stepping aside.
Nodding obediently, Hinata assumed her stance and secured her wrist, her eyes focused on the center of her palm where she accumulated her chakra. The high-pitched screech of rotating energy soon rolled off the forestry again, and the glow of her Rasengan seemed to intensify when it collided into the tree trunk, easing in as if she were cutting into butter.
"That's some power and control," Naruto praised. "You're definitely a natural at shape-manipulation. There's no doubt about it."
Hinata couldn't help but blush, and she felt Naruto's eyes blaze when she rested a tentative hand to her lip. She removed it quickly.
"How are you feeling," he asked softly, and all of a sudden.
Like I would jump you, Hinata's inner-goddess said with a pout, and Chibi-S pounced on her, covering the girl's mouth with her hands. "I feel fine. And Naruto-kun...?"
"I'm good... just a bit hungry. How about some mobile practice to conclude your lesson before we head back to the beach and eat?"
"How about I send you both on a one-way ticket to hell, and then help myself to your lunch," a familiar voice muttered. Then there was a brief pause as hand seals were being executed. "Fire Style: Fireball Jutsu!"
Hinata held her arm forward in retaliation, like an impenetrable blade, slicing through the massive ball of fire as though it were merely a wall of harmless cheese. Her chakra protected them both from the flames.
"Hinata," Naruto called from behind, his eyes serious. "Finish her with the Rasengan — this is your final training exercise!"
"Right!" The princess leaned into a nimble dash toward an exhausted Kitami.
The woman poised to outmaneuver the daring Hyuga, but she was already stationary within the circle of her doom. Hinata stopped suddenly and struck a pose — both hands outstretched, her legs apart, her back arched. "Jyuukenhou, Hakke Rokujuu Yonshou!"
Kitami had to blink her eyes but once, and Hinata was inches away from her, like a deity of overwhelming power. She seemed to have hovered over the sand, defying gravity to close the distance between them.
The woman gasped as she felt a prick in her side — consecutive jabs that pierced her vulnerable body, like raindrops, plummeting down into an open pond. She could feel her joints getting limp, her consciousness dimming.
"Four points," Hinata uttered, pushing Kitami back, sealing her chakra."Eight points. Sixteen points. Thirty-two points!"
The princess followed up by executing a hearty somersault, knocking the woman upward with a blow from her foot to the chin. Simultaneously — upon landing on her feet — our lovely heroine eased into graceful spin, generating the sphere of destructive force in her palm as she did. "Rasengan!"
Kitami screamed with the last of her strength as Hinata drove the finishing blow into her stomach, destroying her, engulfing her in a wild twister of wind that catapulted her off the ridge and out into the sea, like a cannonball.
"HINATA!" Naruto shouted, ecstatic, rushing over to her.
He scooped her up and swung her around, like a child. But she felt like a princess at the end of a romantic fairy tale, her cheeks all red, her bones melting. "That was amazing! You're amazing! You looked awesome out there — you pulled off that Rasengan like you've been using it for years!"
"...And it's all thanks to Naruto-kun." her voice was melodic, her eyes shining.
Naruto's grin widened as he placed her down, coaxing her lips into a smile, their eyes burning into each other. And, finally, he kissed her — light and sweet. A kiss filled with solemn promises. It took her breath away, and Hinata trembled with desire. She felt a similar vibration coursing through Naruto as she clung to him. If only this moment could last forever.
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