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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 Sixty-One
Honeymoon Adventure Part 1

August 2, 2010
“That was amazing, dattebayo.”
His winded compliment, muttered against the smooth column of Hinata’s damp neck, earned him a round of giggles from the pliant female beneath him. He closed his eyes as her gentle, lilting trill filled his still hammering heart and initiated new spasms around his semi-hard cock still lodged inside her soft body.
Both sensations felt good.
He’d never felt more content than he did in that moment.
No, it wasn’t contentment, it was happiness.
He was happy.
Married and happy.
Fresh from orgasm, wrapped around his wife in a tangle of sweaty limbs with his pants hanging haphazardly around his thighs.
Life couldn’t get any better than this, surely.
A sweet scent drifted across his nose, then, her chakra permeated his skin, fluttering along his internal network like the softest, most loving of caresses. His insides clenched, heat pooling in his groin as her chakra touched his. A warmth he couldn’t describe flowed over him, through him, lighting some internal furnace inside of him that only she seemed to be able to reach.
He basked in it, savoring.
He loved that sensation; that tangible feeling of connection.
Something that only the two of them shared.
Something far deeper than their marriage.
He curled his hips, forcing her swollen walls to part for him, wanting, needing to be closer to her.
She twitched beneath him, plush thighs jerking at his waist. Her mewling whimper stirred the embers of lust simmering in his loins, but let him know she was still incredibly sensitive.
Any other night, he’d torment her.
He had a personal fondness for overstimulated Hinata, after all.
He loved pushing her beyond her limit, loved listening to her shaky moans and hoarse pleas for mercy; it was music to his ears, and he hadn’t been joking when he said she wasn’t gonna sleep tonight. Alongside that was his desire to pound the consequences of their torturous abstinence between her thighs…
And yet, right now, echoes of the overwhelming tenderness he’d experienced during their vow exchange flowed through his heart.
Feeling merciful and affectionate, he kept his thrusts shallow and slow, sluggishly dragging his rapidly hardening genital along her spasming walls, pumping through the thick creamy remnants of their first orgasm, a particularly naughty lubricant that reignited an ache in his balls. He shuddered, pressing his mouth to hers as the wet heat at their joined sexes leaked, dripping onto the crisp clean sheets of their temporary marital bed.
Moaning approval, Hinata wrapped her arms around his neck, then carded gentle fingers through his hair.
A simple gesture that exasperated the sweetness of their union currently lodged in his chest.
He wanted to be gentle with her on the first night as husband and wife.
Willing to pace himself just a tiny bit for her sake.
Give her a few moments to catch her breath while he grappled with the reality of their marriage, basked in his dramatic shift from hated orphan to adored husband.
Fighting the knot in his throat, he worked her through the uncomfortable aftereffects her first climax had wrought. Stroking her damp bangs from her forehead, quietly emotional as he kept their loving slow and easy, satisfied to wait until her inner muscles relaxed, and fresh moisture bathed his cock.
It didn’t take long.
After all, his sex kitten was used to his gluttonous appetite, used to his insatiability, used to his bottomless well of stamina that kept her screaming long into the late hours of the night.
More than used to it, she thrived on it.
Craved his ravenous carnal hunger and matched it with her own.
And she made it very clear she was hungry now.
Breaking their kiss in favor of smothering the hard, masculine cut of his jaw in butterfly kisses, Hinata gripped his shirt at his abdomen, pulling the fabric taunt, taking more of his weight. A slender leg snaked his waist, the other cradled his left flank, giving her soft foot leverage to push his still bunched pants further down his hard thighs.
“Naruto.”
The needy whisper of his name was punctuated by the deliberate squeezing of her sopping cunt, goading him to reignite their furious fucking from earlier; simultaneously banishing his sentimental battle and igniting a fire in his gut.
Then she licked his lips, both of them.
Bottom to top.
Pale eyes, silvery with desire, staring into his own as she dragged a wet trail across his mouth.
Tempting him.
Provoking him.
Messing with his fucking libido when he was stuck in his feelings and wanting to give her a break.
Fuckin fine with him.
Nostrils flared, rough hands equal parts impatient and eager, the aroused blonde yanked his trousers down his legs and sent them flying with a careless kick.
If that’s the way she wanted to play this, he wouldn’t take it easy on her.
His shirt followed, much to the delight of her seeking hands.
Tender palms smoothed the steel ridges lining his stomach, then dipped down to glance over his narrow hips briefly before he was on her again. Hooking her knees in the crook of his forearms, cock throbbing as though he hadn’t just had her, Naruto gave her what she’d voicelessly demanded, what they both craved all over again.
Furious, mindless, soul searing fucking.
Her resounding cry was one of pure, unadulterated rapture as he rammed her insides, the high pitched sound mixing delightfully with the sinfully melodious colliding clap of her weeping pussy and his driving cock. Snapping his hips forward and back, throwing his weight behind every thrust, Naruto set a quick, merciless pace he knew wouldn’t last long.
For either of them.
Already he could feel the telltale fluttering of her saturated channel, warning him of an impending milking.
The insistent pressure of imminent explosion building in his cock was an even louder alarm bell.
Neither forewarnings deterred him from squeezing every ounce of ecstasy he could from every relentless lunge into her body, or slow his furious drumbeat against her rapidly tightening sex. He chased the high teetering on the edge of his senses, sweat dripping down his spine as pleasure kicked his pulse into a roaring gallop.
“Yes, just like that,” she gasped, arching into his wild bucking, body in full submission beneath him.
He watched, leering and aroused as her spine bowed enticingly, her trembling thighs widening in his grip; shamelessly offering her happily gushing kitty up to every backbreaking ram of his thick length. He accepted greedily, cramming his cock as deep as her silken tunnel would allow, glutting himself on the delicious friction her dripping confines created. Sensation skated across his skin, that monstrous tension in his core tightened another notch, knocking the air from his lungs.
“Fuck,” he breathed.
Fierce baby blues swept the woman beneath him, eyes lighting on the last article of clothing between them. Her pretty dress lay bunched under her breasts, selfishly blocking his view of her coral tipped titties. In the back of his mind, he realized watching her pale globes bounce wasn’t gonna help his fight to hold his nut, but fuck if he could stop himself from rushing headlong into his own destruction.
Hinata’s boobs were worth the risk.
“Take it off,” he grunted, tugging at the fabric with the tip of his fingers, never once breaking stride as he gave the order.
He may as well be talking to himself.
Hinata was in a world her own.
Head thrown back, desperately gripping their bed sheets as her plush lips trilled babbling praise, his Princess was trapped in haze of rapture. As mind blowingly sexy as it was, he wanted her full attention and naked boobs. He slowed his strokes, grinding to a near stop; gritting his teeth as the pressure beating at the base of his dick grew damn near unbearable.
He sucked in a harsh breath.
It fuckin hurt, but it was more than satisfying to see her squirm beneath him.
“N-no,” she moaned shakily, flustered and probably hurting as bad as he was, “d-don’t stop. Naruto-”
“Asked you to take the dress off, Princess,” he muttered, grinding his pelvis against her clit, “you want me to keep going, then get naked. Wanna see your pretty nipples.”
It was a little unfair of him to toy with her while he was making his demands, he could see his words were barely permeating that blissful fog filling her head.
He grinned, mentally shrugging.
Fairness had never really had a place in their bedroom.
She churned, thrusting her hips into her only source of friction, sneakily trying to get off on the pressure of his pubic bone. Though it brought him the most exquisite of agony, he stopped all together. The echoing pulse throbbing between their joined bodies was maddening, but it got her attention immediately.
“Why,” she whined breathlessly, finally finding his eyes with her dazed ones.
“Dress,” he reminded her, cerulean depth fused to her clothed, heaving chest, “take it off, sweetheart.”
The noise that left her throat was one of frustrated arousal.
She lifted her hips, trying and failing to get the friction she’d lost before finally unhooking her curled fingers from the sheets she’d been clawing. He watched, turned on by the way she went for the clothing standing between her and earth shattering climax.
She fumbled with the fabric, borderline frantic as she yanked it and her bra over her head.
The bounce back of her heavy, snowy globes was glorious to witness, made even more lust inducing framing the ever present twinkle of the sapphire half heart dangling in their steep valley.
Her hard nipples called to him like two sirens at sea.
Mouth watering, he dipped down, eager to give the pointed twins the full attention of his hungry mouth. He went for the coral colored temptation on the right, flicking the puckered bud with his tongue twice before drawing it between his lips.
Gentle fingers roughly fisted his short locks, a breathy moan vibrated her chest.
He circled her nipple inside his mouth, then pressed the flat of his tongue to it, savoring its firmness and the sounds he drew from her throat.
That sweet scent from earlier filled his nostrils as he gave her delicious bud a sloppy suckle.
Unable to help himself, he inhaled deeply, trapping himself in a moment of sensory ecstasy between her savory fragrance, her delectable taste, and the wet warmth of her body.
Hinata had been his drug for a while now, but somehow he felt like a brand new addict.
He inhaled again.
Flicking his tongue across her sensitive nub until her spine arched.
A torrent of moisture flooded down south, joining the subtle quivering of her inner muscles. Naruto hummed approval, hips twitching into his delicious reward. The temperature in his veins surged, a current of white-hot pleasure shot down his spine, threatening to whip his shaky control away from him. He sucked in a quick breath through his nose as he rode out the sensation. It didn’t matter how many times they made love, her body always felt like heaven wrapped around him.
He loosened his lips, letting gravity slide her nipple from his mouth coated in a thick trail of slippery saliva.
He kissed the glistening pebble before moving to it’s identical match, giving it the same moist treatment.
She moved under him, lifting her hips, silently reminding him that she’d held up her end of the bargain and wanted him to uphold his.
He was nothing if not a man of his word.
Hooking the inside of her knees in the cradle of his elbows, he hiked her legs high and started moving again. Rocking his hips forward and back, not as quick as before, but more than enough to throw her back in that world of bliss he’d dragged her from.
The fingers in his hair tensed, then pulled as his wife let out a sobbing moan that jiggled the mass in his mouth.
He opened wider, taking more of her breast inside his mouth, tongue slathering the slightly textured skin of her areola, saliva leaking down the sides of his lips. Her sharp inhalation brought on another round of bouncing in his mouth, and a fresh flood of hot slick down his dick. His own groan vibrated her succulent tit as her insides seized, his lazy strokes quickly melding into energetic pumps as pleasure bloomed deep in his groin.
Gasping for whatever air was left in the room against her stiffened nipple, the aroused Jinchuuriki thrust his hips hard and fast, hissing between his lips as the coil in his loins wound tight.
He closed his eyes in a desperate attempt to stave off the burgeoning hunger.
An exercise in futility.
There was no stopping him, not this time.
Sharp nails scored his shoulders as he lost it.
He was back to that fevered madness, back to the base urge that desired nothing but the mindlessness of copulation.
Digging his knees into the soft mattress below, elbows folding her knees to her earlobes, Naruto slammed his body into hers over and over, fucking her with the force of a raging bull, frantic thrust turned brutal piston. He closed his eyes tighter, lungs seizing as every muscle in his body locked. He barely felt the bite of her nails burrowing deeper in his flesh as his toes curled, barely registered her chakra drawing on his as his jaw clenched, barely heard her cry of completion over the blood rushing in his ears.
His mind, his world had narrowed to the messy suction at his dick, the vicious, fleshy clutch currently milking the orgasm from his aching balls.
Euphoric.
That was the only way to describe the burst of semen that erupted from his cock.
Fucking euphoric.
His own choked groan of release filled the room.
Bright lights flashed behind his closed eyelids, his big body grew taunt as spasms wracked his sweat slick form; and even as weakness ran rampant through his limbs, gnawing lust rose to the fore front, heightened by the explosive force of his climax.
The catastrophic intensity of hers.
The gushing flow seeping between the plug of their fused genitals.
He shuddered as streams of hot liquid ran down his dangling sac, panting as rhythmic clenching coated in their joint climax brought sweet torment to his sensitive length, both sensations coaxing his cock to life mid-deflation.
He didn’t fight it.
Shaking like a leaf, groaning hoarsely as the echoing remnants of his most recent orgasm melded with the new one slowly creeping onto the horizon, he thrust into the honeyed depths of paradise between her thighs, slapping their wet, sticky groins together in a desperate bid to quell the terrible ache in his loins that refused to ease.
He looked down, tracing her pleasure laden features, the adorable scrunch of her nose as ecstasy blasted her anew, visually devouring the arousing tremors running through her petite frame.
The pitiful sounds leaving her throat making his dick harder than the diamonds on her wedding band.
She was fighting their next climb to the precipice, her slender fingers no longer clawing to pull him closer, instead pushing to still his pistoning hips.
Naruto was having none of her resistance.
He loomed over her, hiking her left leg higher to capture her chin, his hard grasp puckering her lips as he tilted her head up to for his viewing pleasure. Her checks were flushed, eyes squeezed shut, little pink tongue peeking between her pouted lips.
He dipped down for a taste, his sweep of her moist orifice aggressive and greedy.
“Why’re you fighting it, Princess?” he muttered, licking her mouth the way she had his earlier, the saliva laden swipe tauntingly slow across her plump lips, “you wanted this, remember? I tried to give you a break before and you didn’t want it, ‘ttebayo. You’re not getting it now.”
Her answering whimper settled hard in his gut.
Fuck, he loved that sound.
That lyrical mix between ecstasy and torment.
Devouring the arousing noise, he tongued her mouth, thrusts quickening as her entire body strained against his. She resisted for a few breathless moments, struggling to close her knees still trapped in his iron grip, her awkwardly folded body listing away from him, hands pressing into his lower abdomen to still his hammering groin. He held tight, holding her open for his merciless fucking, swallowing her sobbing moans with mounting excitement, relishing the tremors running through her delicate form.
“W-wait,” she gasped between kisses, “p-please, Naru-”
Her protest tasted like candy on his tongue, sweet and savory.
Delicious and addicting.
Mashing their groins together, he found her clit with his pelvis and circled.
Slow.
Deliberate.
Stimulating her swollen pleasure button as he sucked on her lips.
Breath hitching, low, shaky moan passing from her mouth to his, Hinata’s tense body melted beneath him. Dull nails found purchase in his sweaty flesh, carving stinging groves across his back. He closed his eyes, teeth catching his bottom lip as he tormented them both.
He could barely stand it.
She felt so fucking good inside.
Wet and hot, tight as a velvet glove.
Lungs heaving, he started moving again.
Powering forward and back with an unrestrained wildness that drew a muffled scream from her throat. Her squeezing cunt squelched loudly in his ears, the once sturdy bed beneath them groaning just as loudly as he pounded harder.
Wrenching her mouth from his, fisting his locks painfully as she arched, his newly wedded wife rattled his ears as she wailed, “oh my God yes!!!”
He looked down, wanting a front row seat to her next explosion.
Dark hair plastered to her glistening face, wet lips curled up in a expression of primal satisfaction, plump hips jerking frantically in an effort to absorbed the brutal impact of his relentless thrusts, she looked the way she always did in the merciless grip of ecstasy.
Like a Sex Goddess finally reaching the height of her power.
A sensual Mistress in command of all things carnal pleasure.
Her eyes slammed shut, her cheeks flushed cherry, and a familiar whine rose from her throat.
He didn’t need the pussy spasms to tell him what was coming, he knew.
He hungered for it.
“Fuck! So fuckin good. Look at me, Princess,” he panted, lifting her face by the chin, tilting her face upward, “wanna see your eyes when you cum.”
She couldn’t hear him, he knew she couldn’t.
The roar of impending orgasm held her deaf to the world around her.
He kissed her hard, clamping on her bottom lip enough to draw a sliver of attention.
“Look at me, Princess,” he growled.
Their eyes locked.
Hers desperate and glazed.
His sharp and greedy.
She seized abruptly, stilling beneath him, muscles locking, mouth opening in a soundless cry of ecstasy, milky depths rolling into the back of her skull despite his order.
“Fuck yeah,” he groaned, struggling to fill his lungs, “let me see it take you.”
Watching Hinata cum was the second most arousing thing on the planet.
Being the one responsible for it was the first.
He’d never get tired of either he mentally acknowledged as he licked her plump lips, tasting her silent scream on his tongue.
Her body shook violently, nails definitely drawing blood this time around.
His own muscles steeled, locking in place as the savagely delicious milking started. He felt like he’d stuck his dick in the gates of Paradise, like his cock had found the true location of nirvana. His own eyes rolled as her pussy drew the hot, creamy spurt of his orgasm from his throbbing length, mindlessly shoving inside her the very shallow pumps her clenching inner walls allowed.
If they hadn’t already ruined the sheets, he was pretty fucking sure they had now.
His lap was drenched in hot sticky fluid, his cock and balls coated in honeyed climax, he could feel it running down his inner thighs and fuck did it turn him on all over again. The blood rushing back to his cock was painful, but amazing at the same time.
Trembling all over, he pulled his hips back, toes curling as he left her spasming cunt with a rush of fluid.
He didn’t wait, didn’t give either of them a chance to breathe before he flipped his shaking wife, yanked her pert bottom up, and sheathed himself back inside.
God the view was incredible.
Her inky strands lay plastered to her smooth, sweat slick skin, and yet the thick curtain parted around her bountiful derrière.
Framing her perfect peach, emphasizing the sensual narrowness of her little waist.
Her thick thighs were glistening on the inside, trembling and shiny with the combination of their climaxes. Her upper torso lay limp, slender arms stretched above her head, face pressed into the mattress. Her pose was one of supplication, of silent offering.
Pervert that he was, Naruto couldn’t resist temptation even if he was dumb enough to try.
He pulled back, grimacing ecstasy as he dragged his heavy cock along her walls, Her greedy cunt clung to him on the way out. White-hot bliss scalded his insides as her nether lips tightened around his crown, begging him not to leave. He savored the warm clasp around his tip, hissing bliss between his lips, before reversing course.
Lazily sinking back inside.
The sounds threatened to undo him.
The wet suction of her gushing cunt coupled with her muffled cry was a lewd melody he felt deep in his core. He started an encore of his slow retreat and spine tingling slide home, his grip on her wide hips already imprinting his fingers as he glided in and out.
Pressure unfurled in groin, lava surged in his veins.
Hinata shuddered beneath him, her writhing form twisting just enough to give him the tantalizing glimpse of the underside of her breast.
Aroused, he leaned forward, calloused hands tracing her waist, his right continuing the path to the heavy tit that winked at him. He squeezed twice, loving the weight of her soft flesh in his hand, before tugging on her pebbled bud.
She moved again, twisting from his teasing hand, hiding her delectable tits beneath her with a tormented mewl of protest.
He grinned, but let her hide.
Instead, he traveled down to the other delicious weight he loved in his hands.
He palmed both buttocks, kneading pliant mass and defining muscle, then dropped his palms hard against her firm flesh. He didn’t know which he enjoyed more, the sharp squeal that left her, or the resounding clap her ass made.
Or maybe it was the resounding jiggle that held the top spot.
Parting her plump cheeks with his thumbs, he watched his dick disappear and reappear sopping wet, only for something else to snagged his attention. A place he’d never been, and one they’d never talked about venturing, but on their honeymoon, in celebration of their marriage, in a room designed for sexual exploration, he couldn’t help but wonder…
Couldn’t help but contemplate…
She jerked as he circled her rosebud with the tip of his finger.
He waited for her to tell him to stop.
She didn’t.
He traced the little hole again, rocking his hips as he did, his pace no longer a sluggish glide as his mind began to ponder the forbidden.
Would she let him dip more than his finger in door number two?
He ran his free hand over her outer thigh, noting the tension thrumming through it.
‘Maybe not on the first night,’ he thought, retrieving his wayward digit.
Hinata reared back, engulfing him to the root in her moist sex, and his mind glazed over. Stretching his big body over her smaller one, Naruto grabbed a fist full of hair, braced his arm on the mattress, kicked her legs wider with his own and started pounding.
“Yes! Yes! Oh yes!!” she sobbed into the mattress, gripping the bedsheets as ecstasy built.
She moved beneath him, rocking into him the little she could trapped under his heavier weight. Pleasure battered his senses, scattering his thoughts, tossing him into an endless abyss of everything that made his nerve endings sing.
Sweetness drifted below his nose, that savory scent that was starting to drive him crazy.
He pressed his nose to her sweat slick neck, inhaling as much as his heaving lungs would let him, hips hammering a quick drumbeat against her plump ass.
She smelled so good.
Felt so fucking good.
He was drowning.
So lost to sensation, he didn’t realize how close either of them were to climax until she arched beneath him, stiffening as her inner muscles contracted and gushed, taking him down with her. Sharp shards of ecstasy detonated along his spine, shot through his stomach and surged throughout his body. The world around him spun out of control, his vision blurred, and higher brain function took the day off as he came what had to be fucking buckets.
The draw on his cock, on something else inside his very core, was so painfully good he felt faint.
He didn’t know what that feeling was, and at the moment, he didn’t give a shit.
It felt amazing.
A low whine left his throat, deepening with each excruciatingly amazing surge of bliss erupting from his cock.
She reached back for him, digging her nails into the rigid muscle of his right bicep, hooking her blunted tips into the left cheek of his tightly clenched buttocks, mewling as her pussy drained him dry.
Weakness seeped into his shaking limbs.
He had enough presence of mind to prepare for his inevitable collapse, though he barely avoided completely flatting his wife when his appendages finally got tired of holding up his big, shuddering body. Breath heaving from his lungs in short jerky gusts, let himself sink into her smaller frame, pressing her equally sweaty, trembling form deeper into the mattress.
It took him longer than forever to come back to his senses.
He was sure he’d lost a few pints of fluid this time.
“We’re gonna have to change the sheets, dattebayo,” he muttered into the nest of silky dark hair long moments later, “or get raincoats to sleep in.”
“Naruto-kun!” she admonished tiredly, scandalized and amused, before dissolving into breathy giggles.
Her laughter shook his body and made him smile.
“I’m serious, Princess,” he chuckled, curling his hips into the wetness leaking between them, “we made a huge mess. Not having sex for weeks sucked but I gotta admit, having sex after being backed up that long is fuckin amazing. Not saying I wanna stop having sex any time soon, but maybe in the future we could do this again. Without, ya know, all the bullshit that led to it. Just for fun.”
“F-for fun?”
“Yeah,” he muttered, kissing her damp nape, “we spend a few days or weeks winding each other up,” another kiss, “teasing each other,” a third peck that he let linger, “driving each other crazy.”
“Uhm…w-well,” she murmured breathlessly.
Looping his arms around her waist, he rolled them both their side, pulling her leg back and over his thigh to keep his semi-hard cock sheathed inside her body.
“You telling me you don’t wanna do it again?” he crooned huskily, “because I don’t believe that for a second, not with the way you were gushin tonight.”
“I-I’m not saying that,” she whispered.
Naruto tucked his chin between her shoulder and neck, straining to hear.
Not only was her cute shyness turning down the volume, her earlier screams of pleasure had left her melodious voice hoarse.
“Then what are you saying, sweetheart?” he teased, nipping her earlobe.
She was silent a beat.
He could practically hear her blush as she quietly admitted, “I’m…open to trying anything with you, Naruto-kun.”
He palmed her bottom, then delved between the generous flesh, fingertips sliding down the crease to the rosebud he’d teased earlier.
“Anything huh?” he muttered.
“E-Eventually,” she sputtered, “b-but yes…anything.”
Good enough for him.
Even if they never went further than what they had now; hot, filthy, mind blowing sex, he was more than happy to enjoy their loving just the way it was.
Anything, as long as it was with her.
Reigning in his wandering hand, he held her tighter, wrapping his body around her, his own voice hoarse as he murmured, “I love you, Hinata.”
She turned towards him, twisting her torso as much as she could to see his face. Her smile was one that lit up his world, her eyes telling him before her mouth did, “I love you too.”
It hurt his heart, those words, in the best way.
“I’ve never been this happy in my entire life,” he whispered roughly, smoothing damp strands from her angelic face, “it’s kinda scary, ‘ttebayo.”
He could see in her drowsy eyes that she felt the same.
"If we lived to be a million years old, if we’re reborn loving each other over and over for eternity, it still wouldn’t be enough, ‘ttebayo. Forever isn’t long enough with you, Princess.”
Whatever she was about to say was lost in the sweetness of his kiss.
-
She woke him in the dead of night, or morning, he couldn’t really say. It could be three in the afternoon and he wouldn’t know. His brain was seventy-five percent shut down and the thick curtains draped over their windows banished any light from the outside world.
He was too spent to care either way.
They’d passed the whole night fucking like rabbits, and the first time following one of their hours long love session, he felt completely tapped.
Of course he normally got tired after a sex marathon, but this felt different.
He felt like his energy reserves had taken a hell of a hit, close to the way he felt after fighting Sasuke that final time.
She shifted against him again, plastering her naked body to his, wrapping arms and legs around his body like the most adorable koala in the world.
The warmth of her body was soothing.
The caress of her chakra tender.
He was seconds from passing out again when that sweet scent from earlier wafted from her skin, stronger than ever before.
It was choking, but he didn’t feel suffocated.
He just felt kinda…buzzed.
“Your chakra feels so nice,” she murmured drowsily.
Grinning sleepily, he pulled her closer, cupping her pert bottom and pressing her flush to him.
Hers felt good too..
Vibrant.
Tender.
Hungry…
His brows twitched a frown at the thought.
A sliver of unease seeped through his drowsy bubble.
He opened his eyes, blinking into the darkness.
Hinata instantly caught his peripherals. Her lax body, nestled against his chest, was the only thing he could see, and that unnerved him.
The way he could see her was…strange.
The inky blackness of their bedroom seemed to…bend around her, as though unable or unwilling to shroud her in its endless void.
Not even her hair blended into the darkness.
There was a sharp contrast between two colors that were too similar to clash like that.
“Hinata?” he whispered.
Her head moved on his pecs, slender arms bracketing his ribcage, but she didn’t answer. Her shoulders expanded as she took a breath, and then went still.
Probably went back to sleep, he reasoned.
Clearly he needed to do the same because his exhausted brain was playing tricks on him.
He closed his eyes and started to drift.
He was just touching dreamland when the pain hit him.
Stabbing into the apex of his chest, burrowing mercilessly between his ribs, white hot agony that stole his breath.
She rose over him, his beautiful wife.
There was blood on her mouth, vacancy in her glowing eyes, quiet menace radiating from her very skin. There was something digging inside his torso, something connected to her fingers.
“Hi-Hinata…” he gasped, copper in his mouth.
They pierced him deeper, ripping their way through tissue and muscle.
Clawing towards his beating heart-
He sat up abruptly, panting in the darkness of his honeymoon suite, pulse pounding in his ears. Swallowing hard, he reached for the bedside lamp, clicking it on and scanning the room. It was dark but not impossibly so, the heavy curtains blocking most of the light but he could see a few stray sun rays along it’s edges.
“What the fuck was that…” he muttered.
He glanced at his wife.
She was just as he’d left her, cuddled in her little pillow nook next to him without a stitch of clothing.
Disheveled and spent, decorated in the imprints of his impatient hands, modeling the aftermath of his greedy mouth in shades of deep red and blushing pink.
As beautiful in slumber as she was awake.
With a heavy sigh, he ran his fingers through his hair, brows crinkling slightly at the sweaty dampness he encountered.
What a stupid time for a nightmare, especially about his new wife. The last few days had been so amazing, so incredible, he felt like he should only be dreaming about rainbows and sunshine, not…whatever the hell kinda fucked up dream that was.
It was weird and out of place.
He grinned into the darkness, chuckling ruefully.
Or maybe not.
Wasn’t like the dream wasn’t true.
Hinata definitely had his heart.
Just…maybe not in such a gruesome way.
He touched his chest, sliding his hand sleepily between his pecs.
Maybe he was more tired than he thought because he swore the skin there felt hotter than the rest of him.
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I had to go back and read a lot for this chapter, after the NaruHina fair I lost my train of thought with my regular fanfics big time, but going back to read Monster in particular, I think I wanna try and trim this story down some. So if updates for Monster dry up again, that’s why.
I had a few questions about whether I’d be posting my new fics to Fanfiction.net, the answer is most likely no. I really don’t get much engagement over there, and the community tends to be a lot less accepting of new ideas, so I’d rather not deal with the hassle. I’ll finish out the stories that are already there and then I think I’ll be done with the site for good. AO3, AFF and Wattpad will be the only places I post once I get to that point. AFF might be axed soon too though. I don’t really see a point in posting on sites where there’s no engagement, it’s just extra work for me. Really sorry to those that request my fics on certain sites! Hope you understand :)
Not sure which fic I’ll be updating next. Cure For Love and Prey have been in my head, but so has Dirty Little Secret and Butterfly, so we’ll see which one prevails from the line up.
Anyway, hope you all enjoyed the chapter! Drop a review if you liked it!
Laters
Sessakag~
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