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ᗰOᑎᔕTEᖇ	By : Sessakag Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female > Naruto/Hinata Views: 44706 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter List
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Part Three
To Feel Despair

Chapter Sixty
The Uzumaki ’s

August 1, 2010

Cleaned up and cake free, Naruto, dressed in comfortable orange slacks and slightly formal white long sleeve, sat inside a party room adjacent to the now empty reception hall next to his equally tidy wife who had shed her wedding gown for a strapless lace-up gown he found incredibly distracting. Her sexy ensemble was a soft lavender that brought out the happy flush in cheeks saved from monotone by the dark purple floral pattern reminiscent of their whimsical wedding theme sewn into the fabric. It’s Bandeau top molded to her plump breasts while the long skirt teased her toes. What got his pulse racing and his loins stirring was the back, it was fitted with a corset type crisscross that gave more than a peak of pearly skin and made his fingers itch to tug lose.
With his hand thrown across the back of her chair, he could help but stroke her tender flesh between the ties of silky material and with her long dark hair a sliding curtain along his wandering hand, he was more arouse than he probably should be at the moment.
Sure, he freely admitted he was a randy, horny pervert ready to horizontal tango with his Princess at the drop of a hat, but to be fair, he hadn’t had full on, hot and sweaty sex in far too goddamn long.
He was stuck in a drought, stranded in the middle of the desert with a glistening lake just on the edge of a horizon he could never quite reach.
Naruto was dying for a sip, any drop of moisture he could get his hands on.
Luckily, he wasn’t the only one parched.
His wife’s delicate hand, obscured by the rounded gift table, stroked his inner thigh, knuckles brushing the heavy weight of his engorged sex. Every so often he’d feel her creeping caress climb his hard muscle, touching him just shy of coping a feel.
Not that he would mind if she flat out grabbed a handful.
He was just as eager to consummate their marriage as she was, more turned on than he had been the morning he proposed to her butt naked in the kitchen, and while his weeks long abstinence was a big part of his current sexual stirring, the culmination of today’s main event far overshadowed mere physical need. His heart was aroused, his soul was wanting, his mind was awash in the heady reality that he had married the love of his life, and that, more than anything else, had him aching painfully.
He didn’t know how he was gonna get up without giving his friends an exact imprint of his desire for Hinata Uzumaki, but he had a couple hours to figure that out.
They were waiting for the bulk of their out-of-town wedding guests to clear the roads before they officially began their honeymoon trip. In the estimated four hours that would take, Ino had arranged a private wedding shower for the newlyweds. The Uzumaki’s were swamped with wedding gifts from well wishers, some more expensive than most homes, others simplistic and useful to a new household, but their friends had saved more personalized gifts for the shower.
In a corner of the reception hall, they’d set up a little presentation section. One table for the Uzumaki’s to sit, a small stand in front of that table to display their offerings, rows of chairs for their friends in front of the stand, and off to the side, another table to place their opened gifts. The Konoha 12 and Sasuke, took their seats before the guests of honor, their platinum blonde host standing front and center, watching as the small group settled.
“Alright, looks like everyone’s here,” Ino announced loudly, “so with all the craziness of planning celebrity nuptials, and all the, well, crazy shit that been going on, we couldn’t really squeeze in a wedding shower, before these two tied the knots, so we decided to do it after the reception. I hope you all thought carefully about your gifts because we’re all gonna judge you if it’s crap,” she joked, though she gave Lee a stern look, “especially you Lee, dumbbells are not proper wedding gifts!”
“I respectfully disagree, Ino-san! Dumbbells hold the power of youth and-”
“Alright, who wants to start us off?!” the blonde questioned, shading her eyes and glancing over their friends as though looking out at a sea of strangers.
“Me!!” Tenten enthused, jumping up from her seat, “as you all know, I officially opened my weapons shop a month ago, and with this training mandate in effect, my shop’s been flood with requests,” the weapons’s master gushed, stars in her pretty brown eyes, “but, I saved some of the best ninja tools for you two!”
Whipping a scroll from some obscure place within the confines of her dress, Tenten popped the seal and twirled a glinting 60cm wakizashi, swinging the blade excitedly, oblivious to the front row ducking in response.
“This little beauty is called a wakizashi. Beautifully curved, razor sharp single-edged and forged with love,” she chirped, cuddling the metal before launching into a ten minute tirade about durability, metal, grip and damage capabilities.
Naruto stroked his wife’s back as he listened, hoping his face didn’t look as disinterested as he felt. It was a really cool piece, the handle blazing orange with crisscross lines of black and his red Clan crest etched into both sides, but all the extra droning about details he’d forget two minutes later weren’t exactly engaging to sit through.
“Uh, no offense Tenten, but can you move this along?” Sakura injected ten minutes later when Tenten finally paused to take a breath, “their ride’ll be here by the time you finish and nobody else will get to give their gifts.”
“Sorry,” the enthusiastic woman chuckled ruefully, “anyway, I had my eyes on an amazing katana for you Naruto, but since that’s a pretty long blade and weapons aren’t really your thing,” she scuffed as though offended that he didn’t share her passion for weapon usage, “I figured a wakizashi would better suit you. It’s versatile enough to maybe see the light of day by your side,” she sent her friends ducking for cover again as she swung, “it’s much shorter than the katana, very light and swings with ease, fast enough for close combat,” another swing that nearly nicked Lee’s eyebrows, “a single swipe and it’s off with their heads!”
“Literally…” Shikamaru muttered, watching Lee count how many eyebrows he just lost.
“Thanks Tenten,” Naruto said, “and don’t worry, I won’t let it go to waste. I’ll use it at least once, I promise.”
Boasting complete and satisfied with his promise, Tenten sheathed the blade and sat it on the gift table off to the side.
“Finally,” Ino huffed, rising from her chair, “I’m assuming you don’t expect them to share the sword, so, what do you have for Hinata and please! Don’t swing the damn thing Tenten, this is a bridal shower not a training session. Some of us may look like training dummies,” she glanced over at Sakura with a snort, “but I assure you we are not.”
“Why were you looking at me when you said that, hog? Got something to say to me?”
“And now, for the lovely Mrs. Uzumaki,” Tenten announced as she flashily drew another scroll from the fabric of her gown, “deadly,” she popped the seal “beautiful,” glinting steel dropped into both hands, “Sai!”
Hinata straightened slightly, her luminous eyes lighting with interest.
The blades were certainly eye-catching.
The long middle prong and its curved sideprongs were pristine snowy white, each handle grip a vibrant, girly-girl lavender.
They reminded him a lot of Hinata herself, danger wrapped in a strikingly alluring aesthetic.
“There masterpieces are brand spanking new, shipped fresh from overseas. I think they’re perfect for your fighting style. They’re specifically made for stabbing and striking, and with the precision Juuken has taught you, I think they’ll be very easy for you to master,” Lee got out of the way as Tenten demonstrated excitedly, “it’s made for quick jabs and stabs but it’s also great for defense! Blocking and parries, and the prongs can capture enemy weapons from pretty much any angle!”
“They’re lovely, Tenten, thank you,” the married woman murmured, a grateful smile touching her lips.
His Princess seemed excited about them, Naruto had to admit, they did look really cool.
“I’ll go next,” Choji volunteered, scroll in hand as Ino ushered (manhandled) the weapons enthusiast from the spotlight.
Fancy china with the Uzumaki crest set in the middle. Naruto could already tell the set wouldn’t last six seconds if he got anywhere near the tableware. Hinata, however, was absolutely delighted with the shiny porcelain, especially the tea set. Her giddiness heightened and shared by the other women that enjoyed a good gossiping tea party and couldn’t wait to gather round and sip hot brew from these new ‘cute’ cups.
Sai was up next, a little booklet in hand that instantly caught Naruto’s attention.
It looked just like the picture book he’d made for his brother.
“This is the second picture book I’ve ever created, it’s something special between my brother and I. When I was searching for a gift for you two, I couldn’t come up with anything,” Sai explained, “Ino said I should think about what two people that love each other would enjoy and it reminded me of the book I made for my brother,” he held out an older flip book, “flipping through memories and reminiscing of times past, I thought you might enjoy seeing your love from a third party perspective.”
Sai sat the book on their table.
Untangling from each other, the Uzumaki’s straightened. Naruto reached for it, leaning close to his wife so they could look through it together. Made of sturdy leather and thick pages of parchment, each iteration was a moment in time where the loving couple had left their adoration for each other on full display to those near.
Some moments he didn’t remember, others he did.
A few of the images drawn predated their relationship, and Naruto was a bit startled to see his younger, clueless self gazing at Hinata in the distance like the besotted man he was today.
Sai had seen what was coming long before he had.
“Shit Sai, this amazing, thank you, dattebayo.”
“It’s truly amazing, thank you,” Hinata agreed, her eyes tearful.
Shikamaru stood as Sai reclaimed the booklet and placed it on the table. The Nara’s gift consisted of a pretty rare, and according his wife, pretty expensive medicinal set. A specialty kit the Nara Clan rarely allowed to leave their ranks.
Hinata was thrilled.
“Let’s go forehead, you’re up!” Ino announced, “hope you took my advice about you know what.”
“Shut up,” the pinkette huffed, whipping out her scroll.
She presented the pair a family picture frame, explaining the two circle cutouts in the middle was designated for the couples and the surrounding squares for family memories. It was fairly big, it’s wooden panel sides sturdy and glinting.
“Can you believe this chick wanted to get a basic frame for one picture?” the Yamanaka goaded.
Growling, Sakura snapped emerald eyes at her slightly tipsy bestie.
“T-this is beautiful, Sakura,” Hinata injected, hoping to curb ‘hog-billboard brow’ shouting match.
It worked, Sakura sat her gift down, and Shino rolled forward.
In his lap, a glass container, inside, a leafy green habitat. Hanging from a branch tip planted in the dirt, a strange cocoon dangled. As he explained what the bug was, giving facts about the insect in his distinct Shino way, Naruto glanced at his significant other.
She looked enraptured with the tanned cocoon, staring unblinkingly at it.
Shino wheeled it to the gift table.
“Hinata?” Naruto questioned, placing his hand on hers, slightly startling the woman, “I’m guessing it’s really interesting to ya huh?”
She seemed a bit confused, though smiled at him, “y-yes, I wonder what it will look like when it hatches.”
“Whatever comes out, hopefully it doesn’t have too legs, ‘ttebayo.”
“Lee, you’re next,” Ino prompted, “and I swear to all things holy if you-”
“Congratulations Mr and Mrs. Naruto Uzumaki!” the taijutsu master enthused, oblivious to the many forehead slaps around him, “please enjoy this!” whipping out a miniature, exercise journal, “my very first, motivational exercise journal, sold exclusively at Tenten’s weapon shop!”
Every eye turned to the shop owner.
“I was the only one that’d accept!” Tenten defended, hands raised in mock surrender.
As Hinata and her husband thumbed through the pages, the reasons why were glaringly apparent.
All of the pages contained the same format: ‘If I am unable to (a blank spot for a personal goal) then I must do (astronomically hard, idiotic challenge)
It was like having Guy and his student on every page.
They thank the bushy browed man and moved on to the next offering.
Kiba got up next.
The room got quiet.
His gift was a single Calla Lily, immortalized and on display inside a glass cylinder.
He looked them both in the eye and spoke only for their ears, “Ino says it symbolizes goodbye…and a new beginning,” he stuck his hands in the pockets of his pants, shrugging awkwardly as he mumbled, “so uh, yeah, congratulations you two.”
“Thank you, Kiba-kun.”
“Thanks,” Naruto replied, giving him a respectful nod, an understand flowing between the two.
Ino cleared her throat as he placed his gift on the table and returned to his seat, “my turn!”
Her scroll held a…number of unexpected items.
“Ummm Ino,” Tenten pipped up, eying the baby blue crib, and accompanying stuffed animals inside, “you realize this is a wedding shower not a baby shower, right?”
“Hmph! With the way those two go at it, they’re gonna be needing all of this sooner rather than later, or did you forget the Mr,” she pointed at Naruto, “of this duo is banking on his Mrs popping out at least six kids. Give it a week and the Uzumaki love machine over here’ll have her knocked up with triplets.”
Hinata sank in her chair, face beet red.
Naruto was all for the baby items, beaming brightly at his embarrassed wife.
The group at large was looking at Ino as if she’d lost her mind.
“What?! Its true! Do you have any idea how many times a day those two-”
“Alright, moving right along,” Sakura chirped, clapping her hands before turning to the lone male sitting beside her, “Sasuke-kun?”
Sasuke’s gifts were well thought out and appreciated.
Rare flower seeds from a foreign land Hinata had never heard of.
A limited edition ramen cup from a place claiming to be Ichiraku’s rival.
After that, they rolled in a television with a VHS tray.
Every guy that had attended Naruto’s bachelor part turned to looked worriedly at him.
The reckless blonde was unfazed.
“Play the tape,” Naruto shrugged, crossing unconcerned arms over his wide chest, “I got nothing to hide. I said what I said, dattebayo, and I stand by it all.”
Hinata passed out halfway through the tape, her loving husband cradling her limp body, fanning her flaming face as he argued with three pissed off kunoichi.
xxxxxx
August 2, 2010

“We could walk faster than this thing,” Naruto complained, glaring through the royal purple curtain of their newlywed carriage, a gift from his father-in-law along with their five day honeymoon destination.
He had never been inside anything so luxurious.
It was square shaped outside, soft topped and pretty spacious. The plush purple sofa seats felt like clouds, the windows featured privacy curtains, and the pliant, frilly white floor felt so good between his toes. There was a mini fridge that they couldn’t figure how it worked without electricity, chilled wine in a bucket of ice and finger foods stocked behind a simplistic seal etched into the low table in the center of the horse drawn vehicle.
It was great, interesting for about ten minutes, but the hyperactive ninja had been ready to get to their destination six lifetimes ago.
He wanted a different ride, one that included his buxom wife.
Naruto wondered if this snail paced contraption was just a creative way for Hiashi to punish him in advance for all the nasty freaky shit he planned on doing to the man’s daughter soon as they reached the hotel. They’d been traveling for about four hours, time in which he and his wife had taken a much needed nap. All the planning leading up to their big day, along with the drama and day-to-day stress of life had really taken a tole. Their bodies had taken advantage of the hush peace and gentle sway of their carriage.
Now though, the Jinchuuriki was wide awake, increasingly horny and bored out of his handsome blonde skull.
Hinata tugged on a drawstring, lifting the privacy curtain fully on his window.
“It’s so we can enjoy the scenery along the way, Naruto-kun,” she told him, gesturing to the beautiful landscape beyond.
They were a little high up, enough to gaze out over a lush green forest, cut through by a sparkling river. With the sunlight hitting it just right, it looked alive and moving, a giant serpent writing amongst pretty flora.
Naruto didn’t really care to be honest.
Sure it was beautiful and all, but his mind was on other breathtaking images.
“I’d rather enjoy your scenery,” he muttered.
“N-Naruto-kun!” she sputtered, half shocked, half amused.
Unrepentant, Naruto closed the distance between him and the blushing woman, snaked her waist with his arms and sampled the velvety skin of her neck with his lips.
“I need something to tide me over, Princess,” he crooned just below her ear, “going crazy over here, ‘ttebayo.”
“B-behave Naruto-kun,” she gasped softly, his wet smooching drawing a shudder from her body, “w-we’re almost there.”
“You said that an hour ago,” he complained, sucking her pulse and allowing his hands to wander.
He palmed her bottom, kneading her plush globes with greedy relish, nibbling her neck as he worked her deeper into his clutches.
“Naruto-kun,” she breathed.
He tugged at the strings of her dress, loosening the bust.
“N-Naruto-kun!” she sputtered, scampering to the other side of the carriage, her face cutely scandalized.
Undeterred, Naruto pursued, closing the windows and blinds as he passed them, a naked foot to his chest the only thing stopping the wayward Jinchuuriki.
“Your poor husband is suffering Princes,” he crooned, kissing her little toes.
Her lips parted, her chest hitched, and Naruto knew he’d caught her, hook, line and sinker. She was as attracted to the word husband and its implication as much as he was to the word wife. They belonged to each other in a way that was permanent and final, their love personified in the sharing of more than just their last names.
Gripping her plush thighs, he pulled her across the cushion towards him.
She watched him but didn’t protest.
Plush lips parted, arousal painting her cheeks, Hinata looked as hungry as he felt. He slipped his hand beneath her dress when he could reach them, wasting not a second to tug them off. They were lacy little nothings, white as the driven snow, a little pink bow in the front, wedding lingerie to drive him insane.
Mission accomplished.
He tucked them in his pocket.
“Naruto-kun…” she admonished breathlessly.
“Proud perverts,” he murmured, lifting the hem of her soft gown, “remember?”
Milky pearlescent depths darkened, then, boring into his own, his proudly perverted wife spread her legs, giving him an lewd view of her glistening flesh.
“Yes,” she replied.
He settled in the cradle her thighs, bracing his big body against the swaying carriage, inhaling the heady sent of her arousal before delving to the source of the natural aphrodisiac. Pressing a kiss to sex, Naruto pressed her legs higher, the soft jolt that ran through her body heightening his own lust. He pressed gentle kisses to damp inner flesh, lapping randomly, tasting the salty deliciousness of desire on his tongue. She raised her hips imperceptibly, subtly trying to guide his mouth to the place she ached the most.
He resisted, teasing more kisses and laving her skin.
She bore his provoking with grace, knowing full well begging wouldn’t move him to give her what she wanted, in fact, it’d ensure just the opposite.
He loved being in the driver’s seat, navigating the turbulent waters of their lascivious boat ride, and if he had to torment her into submission to keep his top position and keep the control firmly in his hands, well.
So be it.
He’d done it more times than he could count, once more wouldn’t hurt.
He’d be thrilled to teach her that lesson again.
He kept his licks and kisses light but slow, letting her feel the warmth of his mouth and tongue, building her arousal but falling short of stimulating her engorged clit. Her skin broke out in goosebumps as traced her slit, trailing hot saliva just inside the warm seam.
She sucked in a harsh breath, a mewling sound leaving her throat.
His own sex pulsed in response, throbbing painfully in his trousers. Grinding his crotch into the cushion below, the horny Jinchuuriki parted her neither lips with his tongue, then swirled her shiny button with leisurely relish. He Frenched it lovingly, his tongue lazy and loose, wet and sopping like her gushing pussy. Deep breaths filled the carriage, gentle fingers tunneled through his hair.
Over the last few weeks, they’d had an abundance of time to explore the intricacies of oral sex, discovering new crooks and crannies overlooked in the heat of passion.
Naruto was intimately familiar with her hot spots, an expert in how to delay her orgasm or blast her with it. He could play her like an instrument or turn her body against her in a heartbeat leaving her clawing, screaming, crying and begging him to give her more while fighting to stop him.
Whatever he was in the mood for.
Right now, he was in the mood to punish, to set the tone for what she could expect from him this coming week.
Adjusting his grip on her plush thighs, Naruto spread her damp puffy lips with his thumb and fused his mouth to her clit, treating the bud to gentle suction, humming his own enjoyment into her sinful flesh.
"Right there...” she whimpered, body shuddering, moist thighs hugging his ears, “yes… Oh,"
He started a brutal rhythm of slow tongue swirls that ended in greedy suckling, his slurping pulls hard enough to make her body spasm each time he drew on her clit.
“Naruto,” she whispered, desperate fingers tugging his hair, “oh God.”
He reached down and touched himself, palming heavy cock straining his orange pants, squeezing his tip through the fabric. Pleasure hit his veins, sweeping his nerve endings in a pleasant, resounding echo. He added pressure to his swirls, stiffening his tongue, then flicked the wet muscle fast, stopping only when her spine began to arch.
He stopped, kissing her moist flesh as she shuddered.
She was shaking, sweating and panting as she tumbled back from the razors edge of screaming climax. He watched her, rapt eyes locked on her blissed out face, flushed cheeks and the slight jiggle of her breast as her chest heaved.
He lined her smooth thigh in tender kisses, lips monitoring the tension slowly ebbing from her delicate muscles.
And when she was calm.
When she was breathing slow and back in control of himself…
He started all over again.
Her body jolted as spread her labia with his thumbs, a pitiful mewl leaving her throat as he touched her sensitive clitoral hood.
Maddeningly sluggish swirls ending in sloppy suckles.
Slippery wet pressure and greedy suction.
She was back on the cliff side of orgasm in seconds, coating his tongue hot, heady fluid, her back arching, fingers tugging him closer by his tawny hair. The sharp pain was nothing compared to the ache in his groin. He was beyond aroused, so turned on by her heady pheromones and cute kittenish moans that he would be surprised if the subtle rocking of the carriage was enough to trigger an unwanted climax. The sway of wheels turning over uneven terrain was grinding his cock into the cushions below.
Hinata stiffened, pulling his mind from his own screaming need.
She was about to cum.
He moved, about to take his mouth away, to drag out her sexual torment one more round.
“Please don’t,” she whimpered, pulling at the grip she had on his hair, and short of ripping the strands out, he was going nowhere.
She wanted satisfaction.
Who was he to deny her.
He grinned, laving her button deviously, relishing the resounding spasm, “alright Princess,” he muttered to her pretty clit, “you don’t want me to go, I won’t.”
He could tell she knew what he was about to do, that the opposite of what he originally planned wasn’t exactly a better alternative for her.
To late to back out now.
He settled her thighs over his shoulders, parted her puffy lips and gave her exactly what she asked for.
The quick, merciless flickering of his tongue brought her to a fast, brutal climax. Hand pressed to her mouth to stifle her scream, spine bowing beautifully, thighs quivering as a gushing flow of honey wept from her happy pussy. He sucked on her clit as she shuddered, then claimed his prize weeping from her tiny little hole while his wife struggled for breath, sighing contentedly as though he were done with her.
He wasn’t.
Those clinging fingers, those trembling digits that held him hostage began pushing, fighting to force him away from her over stimulated sex.
He was having none of it.
The ravenous blonde suckled and licked, absorbing every single jerk and twitch, every hopeless whimper and cry.
He pressed a finger inside her spasming hole, pumping slow and deliberate, touching that bundle of nerves at the roof of her sex that had the power to turn her into a babbling mess. Humming his pleasure into her sinful flesh, he pistoned his middle finger as deep as he could, sucking on her clit in tandem of his driving pace.
She was pulling him close again, her protesting moans low pleas for more.
The scent of her arousal filled the cabin, the squelching of her sopping cunt filled his ears. He rose, reaching out for the bodice of her dress, tugging impatiently until her heavy mounds popped up and over the top as he added a second digit to his finger fucking. He filled his free hand with her heavy flesh, squeezing appreciative before dipping down to flick his tongue over it hard tip.
“Naruto,” she gasped, shoving into his wet teasing.
“Play with your pretty nipples,” he grunted, cramming another finger inside her tight pussy, “make em’ harder Princess.”
Their eyes met, her’s needy and bashful, his greedy and coaxing.
His stomach clenched as her delicate fingers hesitantly reached for her points, strumming gently.
“Harder,” he commanded, “the way I do.”
Pearly whites sank into her teeth as she tugged on her sensitive buds, the wave of fluid coating his fingers proof she had followed his demand.
“Now roll em’,” he husked, “slow.”
Her breath hitched as she complied, stoking the raging ardor cascading through him.
She was a fucking beautiful sight spread out the chair cushion, long dark hair disheveled, slender legs spread, creamy skin flush a ripened peach, she was like a sex goddess made luscious flesh and bone. In a thousand years, Naruto would have never thought such a wanton female lived in the skin of his shy, childhood friend. Pure, chaste Hinata, a woman of deep carnal hunger, of a willingness to explore the many flavors of intercourse. Sometimes, it was still hard to believe the two were one in the same.
He found her her clit with his thumb, circulating her distended flesh along side his thrusting fingers.
"Mmmm, don’t stop,” she moaned, “please...don’t stop…Narutoooo."
He bent, filling his mouth with a hardened nipple along with the cute fingers attached, fucking her pussy hard and quick, driving her whiplash fast to nirvana.
She arched, rocking her hips to catch each stroke of his incessant fingers, her shrill voice ringing in his ears. She mewled tortuously, the only warning that she had reached critical mass before he found his fingers bathed in hot, slippery orgasm.
Her pretty eyes rolled, body tightening, mouth open in a silent scream as he merciless rapture rocked her body.
Glinting cerulean watched with relish as she came undone.
His attention rapt on the lust inducing image of Hinata Uzumaki post coitus. Tugging his soaked fingers from her spasming sex, he cleaned his hand with lewd licks that embarrassed his poor wife.
“Delicious,” he murmured, trailing his hand upper her thigh, “ready for round three?”
A squeak lefter her lips, damp thighs snapping closed.
He grinned brightly, cheeks slightly squinting his eyes as he said, “its cute as hell that you think that’s gonna save you,”
-
“U-Uzumaki-sama, we’ve arrived,” their flustered driver announced as he knocked on the door.
Grinning, Naruto was up and out of the carriage a beat later, smiling up at the enthusiastically shinning sun. They were in a strange, dense forest, not a sign of life for miles on end. The restless Jinchuuriki couldn’t care less.
They were here, wherever the hell here was.
“Finally!” Naruto whooped, throwing his arms over his head and indulging himself a stretch.
Glancing over his shoulder, he peered at his satisfied wife melted into the seat looking too delicious for his peace of mind. maybe he shouldn’t have for that round four. She was sweaty and disheveled, her dressed slightly twisted the wrong way, lips swollen, hair mused, the delicious scent of pheromones clinging to her flesh. She looked thoroughly loved and ready for a nap.
Unfortunately for her, he had no sympathy, his throbbing cock wouldn’t let him.
This was a devastating destruction she brought on herself, God have mercy on this poor woman because he certainly wouldn’t.
He leaned in, grinning foxily.
“Catch your breath Princess,” he told her, husky voice several octaves lower than his default, “we’re just getting started, gonna be a long week, ‘ttebayo.”
She swallowed, face aroused and weary.
He reached in, scraped her off the seat and scooped her from the carriage.
She lay pliant and replete in his arms, head lolling in the crook of his arm, simmering lust giving her pearly eyes a sexy droop. Unable to help himself, and not giving a shit to, he leaned down to taste the pout of her plush lips, giving her a sample of her own passion lingering in his mouth in exchange.
His sex throbbed, the head sensation of lust clawing at his groin.
Marriage had transformed his Princess into a much more potent drug because as he explored, sucked on her tongue and licked on her lush lips, he felt higher than he’d ever felt in his life.
Blissed out and starving to deepen a kiss already at the ocean’s floor.
“Naruto-kun,” she hummed in his mouth.
“You’re not sleeping tonight,” he growled back.
Flushed faced, doe-eyed, her throaty whisper of, “neither are you,” flayed his skin.
His nostrils flared, heat suffused his body. He dove for her lips again, stealing the breath from her lungs, fierce blue eyes searching for the nearest secluded spot to ravish his bold mouth wife. She was playing with fire riling up an already starving beast that wanted nothing more than to rut between her thighs for hours on end, to bend her, fold her, and wreck her in every position imaginable.
He wasn’t gonna make it to wherever the hell they were supposed to be fuc- honeymooning, he corrected mentally, for a week.
A throat cleared behind them.
He turned with blushing wife in arms, meeting politely curious eyes. A man stood a few paces ahead of two women holding flower circlets.
“Mr and Mrs. Uzumaki,” the man intoned, “welcome to Lovers Cove. My name is Touya, and I will be your concierge for the duration of your stay. This is Mai,” he pointed to the shorter of the two, a brown haired young woman, “and this is Ren,” he pointed to the remaining purple-haired older woman, “If there is anything you need, feel free to flag down me, or any member of our staff.”
Touya himself was shorter than both women, a bit pudgy, gray-haired and middle aged. He appeared friendly and eager, his thin lips curved in an disarming smile. The women rounded their host, ringlets outstretched.
Naruto dipped his head to accept the vivid orange flora crown as the other placed a pink one on Hinata’s.
“N-Naruto-kun, you can set me down now,” Hinata whispered urgently as the women retreated.
He set her carefully on her feet, sliding an arm around her waist instead.
“We are truly honored to have the World’s Savior and the Hyuuga Princess spending their honeymoon at our facility,” the man said, smoothly running through hand signs, “and hope you enjoy your stay here.”
The sparse forest behind the trio grew hazy and wavy before a beautiful beach emerged.
Fancy.
“After you,” Touya urged, sweeping a hand towards the opened barrier.
Fascinated, Naruto ushered his lady through, stepping on a long stretch of boardwalk on the other side. It was hot, but not unpleasantly so, it smelled just like a beach and felt like one too. A gentle, salty breeze, swept their skin, shinny rays of sunlight spreading warmth across their skin. An ocean roiled in the distance, spraying water and foam along it’s coastline. There were a few beach goers frolicking in the water, tanning on beach towels and sharing meals, though not a single child appeared in their midst.
“This is a private beach reserved exclusively for newlyweds of the elite. We offer a number of leisurely activities and group events that…”
“Elite?” Naruto whispered to the woman at his side, “this definitely has your dad written all over it, dattebayo.”
Hinata giggled, though shushed him between mirth.
“…and a ghost tour on August 5th,”
Naruto paled, stuttering a step as one word resounded in his head.
Ghost…
“Y-You don’t wanna go to that, do ya, Princess?” he muttered, baby blues beseeching confirmation they’d avoid the supernatural, “I-I mean, where here to, ya know, practice our baby making skills not-”
“We also have a training area, though I would ask that you all go easy on it,” Touya said, a pleading smile on his face, “we’ve heard tales of your abilities, and I fear the area would not hold up very long should it experience even a tenth of your power.”
“Uh, yeah, we’ll be careful, dattebayo,” the blonde laughed nervously, still glancing at his red faced wife that hadn’t answered his panicked question.
“Excellent,” Touya said, bobbing his balding head.
They were led to a tall building, a shiny one that looked more modern than any place he had ever seen. He knew the world was changing in this time of relative peace, technology slowly evolving and growing more prominent in their everyday lives, but this place looked a few years a head of the time, certainly out-pacing Konoha at least.
“This is our most elaborate, most exclusive honeymoon suite,”
The newlyweds gazed wide eyed at the expansive penthouse, wandering around the multi-roomed love nest.
The center room was huge, decorated in vibrant Valentine red and snowy pristine white. A long, leathery sofa wrapped around half of the room, sitting relatively low to the ground while a corner section completely floor level. Stuffed with red and white soft looking pillows and a furry cushion, it was a unique, comfortable little nook perfect for cuddling. Opposite the couch, a modest sized hearth and a massive flat screen above it. A tan white table sat in the middle, chilled wine in a bucket and two wine glasses sat atop it.
Touya took them through each room, pointing out their honeymoon package perks as he went.
Their fully stocked, modern kitchen complete with a demure pastel island and plush island seats came with three professional chef vouchers to be used for three free meals, breakfast, lunch and dinner. They could be used all in one day, or chosen at any point during their week long stay.
Dubbed, The New You Spa Room, this one boasted two massage tables set in the middle, a compact sauna, a nail and foot massage station and a tub for mud baths.
Naruto raised a brow at that.
No matter how much money he acquired, some of the beauty trick of the rich and powerful would forever be lost on him.
This room also came with two vouchers for a masseuse, and manicurist for two spa days.
Hinata in particular was happy about this, her joyful face making Naruto wish hadn’t left his camera in his suitcase.
Next up, a fitness room, though Touya assured them that a shinobi inclined training area was available. The walls were peppermint green, the tiled floor shiny and tan, the lighting vivid rather than dim and intimate like the everywhere else.
Despite being design for none chakra users, Naruto was interested in the punching bag and boxing gloves, one orange and one purple. It looked like it could be fun way to start a little competition between them. In a closet off to the side was a stacked washer and dryer. They followed him to an entertainment room. Mini wet bar, pool table, bar games and a small dance floor fitted with a fancy stereo system. Decorated in ebony furniture and gleaming hardwood floors.
Their bedroom was a mindbogglingly elaborate affair, grossly opulent in a way Naruto had never seen in his entire life.
A bathroom with two toilets, tucked behind actual doors, on either sides of the room. In its center, a massive clawed tub that could fit twenty of him, on the right side a ‘him’ and ‘her’ sink, and on the left a waterfall shower big enough for three.
On the left, a wide, heart-shaped jacuzzi sprinkled with rose petals,
Their suitcases sat in front of the closets
Hinata stood crimson faced as Touya ran through the different kinky settings and items at their disposal.
“We have an assortment of cuffs here,” he opened drawer, showing them a row of kinky cuffs from fuzzy pink to prison silver, “we also have stimulating lotions and oils, safe for intimate areas,” Touya crowed with a conspiratorial wink, “this button here on the side of the desk is how you gain access to the mirror located directly above the bed…
Hinata made it half way through the spiel, Naruto casually catching her fainting form as the word ‘flavored lubricant’ rolled off their host’s tongue. Assuring the man his wife was fine, Naruto placed his sweet Princess on a bed that felt like it was made of clouds, said goodbye to their escort and locked the door behind him.
Finally.
Alone at last with his newly acquired wife.
Grinning lasciviously, he sauntered back to their fancy bedroom. She was awake, blushing furiously as their eyes met.
He burst out laughing, her pouting faced disapproval making him laugh even harder.
“Princess, really?”
“I-It’s different t-to have a s-stranger talk about us using those…things,” she insisted, “it’s embarrassing,”
For his undercover perverted wife, he could see how plain sex talk was still really uncomfortable for her. You can take the Hyuuga out of the Clan but…
Amused, Naruto half dove onto the bed beside her, sinking into plush heaven.
“Ya know,” he hummed, smoothing dark hair behind her ear, before tracing down her neck, his touch suggestive, “I thought your old man had us ride in that slow pony cart as punishment for what we’re gonna do in this bed…and in the jacuzzi, and-”
“Naruto-kun!” she squealed.
“But now I think it’s the opposite. All this freaky shit included in the room, he’s clearly sending a message to get started on his grand kids, dattebayo.”
Face in hands, forehead bright carmine, his embarrassed wife muttered, “I-I don’t think he knew about the…bedroom p-perks, Naruto-kun.”
“I don’t know,” he teased, “maybe your undercover pervert came from hi-”
Small hands cut him off, turning laughing cerulean orbs to his lady, the big mouthed blonde snorted at her scandalized face.
“D-don’t say things like that,” she admonished, scarlet cheeked.
He kissed her hands, then rose and kissed her, trapping her hands to his chest as he pecked a silent apology on her lips.
It didn’t take him long to get carried away.
He stroked her tongue with his own, laving the sweetness of her mouth, tracing her plump lips before devouring her all over again. Slender arms wrapped twined his neck, gentle fingers carding through his soft locks. He felt her caress all over his body, each past through stirring his ardor.
“Naruto-kun,” she whispered, stroking his whiskered cheeks, pale amethyst orbs beaming a tender love that hurt his chest, “my husband at last,” he swallowed a lump in his throat, “make love to me,”
He sucked in a harsh breath, the ravenous hunger from their carriage ride returning with a vengeance.
Tumbling his wife to the bed, he followed her down, tugging impatiently at his trousers, barely getting them down his thighs as he hiked up her dress, and shoved his aching cock in the saturated confines of her pussy.
Instant ecstasy.
Spine tingling bliss.
His toes curled, his balls ached, and goosebumps pebbled his skin.
Holy shit.
“Fuck,” he groaned, mashing their mouths together, swallowing her answering mewl, “it’s been so long, Princess, too goddamn long.”
His heart was pounding, big body shuddering as he slid through tight sopping muscle, the sensation flooding his reeling mind in a sea of dopamine.
He hadn’t fully sheathed himself and he was already drowning.
“Don’t move,” he growled, gripping her hips in effort to still their subtle rolling.
Shaking, he swallowed several times, slowly feeding her the remaining inches of his hard length. She was still swollen and wet from his clit tonguing in the carriage, the wet snug grip of her pussy blasting his rousing his nerve ending full throttle.
She squeezed him inside, whispering his name, her voice trembling and needy.
He shuddered, hissing between his teeth, already fighting the agonizing bliss of burgeoning orgasm creeping over the horizon. Clenching his fist in the bedsheets, Naruto counted to ten and back again, gritting his teeth against the slow slide.
Maybe he was being dramatic and over the top but fuck, he didn’t remember sex being this goddamn good.
He felt like a virgin all over again.
A low, tortured groan left his throat, desperate fingers fumbled as he hooked both hands beneath her knees, shoved them to her chest and gave the raw hunger lashing his spine free reign. He fucked her hard and quick, frantically chasing the high surging through his veins, his stroke so deep their groins kissed with every thrust.
A rutting beast lost to lust.
Her shrieking cry filled the room, his ears filled with the juicy squelch of her gushing sex.
He knew he was losing the battle with the destructive force building in his groin, the vicious grip ecstasy had on his tightly drawn sac, he just didn’t realize how bad he was losing the fight.
He roaring bliss before he realized, the rush of ejaculate leaving his cock startling in it’s abrupt explosion.
He closed his eyes, ramming their sweat bodies together frantically as orgasm swallowed him whole.
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There were questions dancing around inside her head.
Questions she couldn’t seem to answer.
As she stared into a honey brown abyss, as her mind worked to make sense of her situation, somewhere deep inside, Ino knew she didn’t want an answer to of those questions.
They’d break her, if she knew, they’d tear her soul apart if she heard them. With a certainty that was instinctual, even in her dazed mind, Ino understood hell awaited clarity. Horror far beyond what a human mind should have to process, a burden so profound and crippling, a truth so heartrending, she knew she would never be made whole ever again after. Though she felt her mind strain for blankness, for the safe bliss of ignorance, desperately trying to protected from the decay of reality, she heard their whispers tapping her cognition.
Why …was there a child leaning over her…staring into her eyes…?
Why were this child ’s pretty brown eyes so…lifeless and empty?
Unnaturally still, a shadow that wasn’t a shadow, a bright cloudy blemish in the darkness of her bedroom. Crouching over the frozen blonde, a slight weight settled on the woman’s tummy.
Was this genjutsu?
Why was the child speaking to her …but it’s lips never moved?
There were words in her head, pictures and sensations and pain and rage. They were moving too fast, passing her by too quick, twisting her delirious psyche in deeply confusing knots.
Was this a dream?
Why was the child ’s skin so sickly pale?
Morgue gray flesh, ebony veins spidering across lifeless pigmentation. Shiny chestnut curls made even darker by the ghostly contrast.
Why was Yumiko ’s touch so cold?
The young girl was touching her, stroking her blonde hair from her brow with tiny fingers that burned a terrible chill over her skin. Copper teased her nose, she dimly felt smeared crimson follow the trail of Yumiko’s caress.
Yumiko was painted too.
It was on her face, coagulated in a across her small throat, leaking from her chest, and arms, and legs, and stomach, staining her cute pink dress.
Why was Yumiko covered in blood?
Ino’s sluggish heart thundered in her chest. Yumiko reached for her hands, lifting them from the bed, holding them up in a grip no child could muster, strong…painful…
Look …
Ino didn’t want to look.
She didn’t want to see.
You know what you did you know why I ’m here you know the truth you fucking coward now LOOK!
The hellish command flayed her skin with hate, the harsh demand spat so quickly, wrapped in a tenor so demonic she could barely discern it’s meaning. Voices spoke over voices, some so low they hurt her ears, other so high her teeth ached, and one distinct enough to eclipse them all.
A childish lilt she had only heard once before, but at the time, that little voice hadn’t been teasing or carefree, it had been screaming.
Wailing a wounded agony in her ears.
A taisch given birth by unspeakable violence.
I screamed you remember how I screamed you remember my pain my agony you remember carving me into pieces LOOK!!
Her wet blue eyes moved.
She didn’t tell them to.
She didn’t want them to…
A bloody kunai lay nestled in her trembling hand, warm red gore painted her other.
What …
What had she done?
You remember don ’t you?
A small hand grabbed her wrist, the little girl moved closer. Ino felt bile in the back of her throat, consciousness threatening to leave her traumatized mind as the little girl drew closer…impaling herself on the blade.
She could feel it piercing through flesh, scraping the bones of a delicate ribcage.
This wasn’t real…
This was a…mind game.
A mind fuck jutsu she was trapped within.
It had to be…
Slamming her eyes shut, Ino drew on every measure of her psyche training she could muster, quickly sinking into the recesses of her mental space. A spectral being drifting through her mind, Ino searched her mind-scape for any sign of a false thread, desperate to locate the artificial spool that was weaving this horrendous nightmare.
She only needed a hint, some tangible piece to cling onto and unravel her torment.
Darkness filled her psyche, an endless void that was alive and moving, writhing roots that consumed every source of light in her world.
Her heart thumped painfully.
A child’s screams filled her ears, not from the one atop her but a different one, a chilling howl that echoed within the deep recesses of her memories.
A disembodied wail that cleaved her soul in two and ripped her from the search for salvation.
Her eyes snapped open.
Something wet and sticky spilled between her fingers, its warmth and copper scent easily identifiable to her screaming brain.
Blood …
Chapped lips brushed her ear, whispering a truth that hallowed her insides, describing in detail how if felt to be stabbed to death, destroying the horrified blonde in the process, tearing her into so many pieces Ino know she could never be whole again.
She was the one screaming now.
She was the one in agony.
She was the one dying a thousand deaths in the hush of her bedroom.
Yumiko giggled.
-
It was quiet…
Finally…
But there was a new shadow.
Ino turned tear stained baby blues to the man crawling over her, his onyx eyes bleeding crimson, his strong jaw cracking open. Stiff bones blared a sickening pop, and inside the deep pit of his mouth, a shape undulated. A translucent invertebrate, squishy like a jelly fish, sticky growths weaving and waving as they slithered along his lips and curled along the edges of his mouth.
Awash in horror, beaten into submission by a terror that left her feeling trapped at the sea floor and running out of air, Ino lay stiff and whimpering, willing her trembling body to move and being refused.
She prayed for an end to it all.
She prayed for…death.
Eternal slumber had to be than feeling this cauldron of impending doom, the terrifying quiet penetrated by naught but her own fear and the chaotic cadence of her staccato breathing.
Yumiko’s lips touched her ears, words filled her head.
Shino leaned closer, his breath frigid and smelling of the crypt.
Ino opened her mouth for his offering.
-
Clarity plowed through her brain, consciousness jolting the traumatized kunoichi into the realm of the living. Her lungs seized, struggling for oxygen, screaming their suffocation to her panicked mind. She struggled for breath, terrified when she couldn’t draw a single one.
There was something blocking her airway.
Something stuck inside her nostrils, in her mouth, in her fucking windpipe!
Frantic hands touched her face, recoiling as they made contact with solid, foreign, terror-inducing coils of something fleshy. Ino tore at the growths rooting her head to the pillows, hysteria rising inside her rabid brain, gagging sickly as she ripped them out of her nose, and throat, crying, coughing and screaming hoarsely as she yanked and pulled sticky black tendrils from her sinuses. They slid out reluctantly, moist and clinging, introducing her to a new level of disgust and repulsion never before encountered in her entire life.
She rose swiftly, vomiting revulsion on the floor beside her bed, emptying her stomach in a charred torrent that smelled like death and massacred her insides.
She could barely move when it was over.
Barely draw air back into her lungs.
Nauseous and weak, traumatized and terrified, Ino scooted far away from her root covered pillow, pinning her back against the wall as her spiraling mind tired to make sense of what in the world was going on. She looked around her bedroom, disturbed by its emptiness, it’s hushed menace annunciating her current isolation.
“Sai…” she whispered hoarsely.
Silence.
“Sai!” she shouted, though the worn muscles of her throat kept her cry to just above a loud whisper.
Tears filled her eyes, despair filling her chest as seconds ticked by and no tall pale savior rushed through the door.
Where was he?
“Sai!” she wailed, torn voice echoing desperation in the silent room.
An abrupt pounding answered her call, the resounding hammering tearing apart the confines of her skull. It gathered and swelled, climbing rapidly to horrendous before blasting straight to unbearable. Clamping sweaty palms to her crown, Ino bent double, screaming agony into her up drawn knees. This pain was like anything she had ever felt before, ugly and greedy, consuming her brain in it’s entirety and tearing chunks from the vital organ.
Pressure built behind her eyes, pushing at the orbs so hard she was terrified they’d pop from their sore sockets.
She gagged, balling herself up even smaller as though that alone could heal her ailment.
Growing bigger than her head could contain, stomping around with the power and authority befitting a stampeding herd of elephants caring cargo twelve times their size.
If she moved her head would explode.
If she breathed her head would explode.
The cheerful sunlight streaming beneath her curtains slowly dimmed, pitching the room in momentary darkness as her pain hit a devastating crescendo.
A pulse rocked the room.
Light bulbs burst, heavy wood dressers overturned, a full length mirror shattered, and her sturdy bed was suddenly level with the floor.
Nose leaking a familiar copper, Ino found herself tumbling into pitch blackness.
xxxxxx
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