Any Way You Desire, First Lady Needs A Break
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Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female > Naruto/Hinata
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Double stories for the same prompt!
Prompt: Hokage & First Lady
Any Way You Desire
“All packed?” Naruto asked as he slid his arms around the tiny waist of his wife, and pressed his lips to the shell of her ear.
Her delicate jaw flexed, alerting him to her smile.
“Mhm,” she murmured, sighing contently, “I’m all set.”
A gentle flora scent, emanating from her long dark hair, teased his nose. It was different than the strawberry aroma he was used to and wondered when she’d changed her shampoo.
He held back a disappointed sigh.
His job kept him busy, and as a consequence, he often missed the small things in his family life, like the scent of his wife changing over time.
To the outside looking in, perhaps such a thing could be considered petty and inconsequential, but to him, it was another pebble of guilt piled atop his shoulders. When he added their small weight to the larger rocks like the late nights, and missed lifetime milestones, a single pebble held just as much weight as a boulder.
He cuddled his wife, pressing another kiss to her soft skin.
He wasn’t going to ruminate on his shortcomings as a husband, that wasn’t his style.
He would focus instead on being better than he was yesterday, starting with treating his wife, finally, to the honeymoon she deserved. The one they’d put off until life wasn’t so busy, only for that time in their lives to never fully arise.
Five years of wedded bliss, two wonderful kids, ascending to leadership, their lives had been a whirlwind of non-stop action with no end in sight.
He was done waiting for the right moment.
He was going to make time for them.
He held her tighter, kissing a line to her collar bone, “good. Can’t wait to get you alone, dattebayo.”
Arousal unfurled in the pit of his stomach as he pressed his crotch to her rounded buttocks, leaving her with no doubt as exactly what he meant to do once they were alone. Intimacy was another casualty of their lives, not that they didn’t have sex, they did, as often as they could squeeze in, and therein lay the problem. They hadn’t had time for more than quick copulations in the middle of the night in months, upwards of six months at least by his undependable calculations.
They scratched an itch and went to sleep.
They hadn’t truly made love or had a loud passionate fuck session in so goddamn long that he was determined they’d go at it like rabbits on their week long celebration.
She turned in his arms, blushing prettily, but didn’t hide her own naked desire.
She wanted it too and he vowed nothing would ruin their time together.
Nothing was gonna stop him.
Nothing was gonna stand in his way.
“I promised her, Shikamaru,” Naruto growled, staring mutinously at his adviser, “Hinata’s put up with me canceling plans on her over and over again. She never complains, never get’s upset with me but it hurts, I know it hurts her, and you’re asking me to hurt her again, on our five year anniversary, on our honeymoon she’s been patiently waiting for, for far longer than any woman should have to wait and you want me to make her wait even a second longer? Are you out of your goddamn mind?!”
“NO!” he barked, hands fisting on his desk, “I’m done having this conversation, ‘ttebayo!”
“If you’re worried she’ll be upset about taking the meeting, I already spoke to her about it, she said she understands-”
“Get out!” he shouted, knowing his hands were now tied.
His adviser sighed, but left his office.
Naruto blew irritation between his lips.
Goddamn that Shikamaru.
By going to Hinata first, Shikamaru had essentially boxed him into attending this meeting. Hinata would know he was pushing his duties aside to keep his promise to her, and that was something his sweet, tenderhearted self-sacrificing wife would never allow him to do.
She’d worry about him falling behind, or something going wrong because he decided she was more important than whatever crisis needed the authority of the Hokage.
She wouldn’t be able to relax knowing she’d ‘gotten in the way’.
He wouldn’t be able to relax either.
Not when she’d turn her big worried eyes his way, wringing her little fingers and asking him if he was sure this was okay.
He frowned into the emptiness of his office, resigned but highly irritated that he was going to be a day late to his five-years-late honeymoon.
Their cabin was in a remote part of the Land of Fire.
Surrounded by woodland and miles upon miles of emptiness, not a soul to be found except for him, his wife and their Anbu guard team.
“Hinata!” he shouted, as he entered the homey little house, “I’m here!”
He searched around the quaint living room, searching for any sign of his wife, bracing himself to be greeted with shuttered lilac eyes desperately fighting to hide her disappointment in him.
That wasn’t the greeting he received.
Five voices spoke to him, or rather, one voice greeted him from five different directions.
Shadow clones, each wearing a different colored lingerie and his wife’s face stepped from different parts of the cabin.
Three strutted from the long hallway.
The Hinata leading the way was garbed in a vibrant orange corset that cupped her breasts, pushing them up and over the top, displaying her pretty pink nipples. Her curvy hips were lined with the thin lines of a g-string, its radiant color matching her corset.
Behind her to the right, this clone was wrapped in fabric that was little more than thick black lines, winding around her upper chest and beneath her heavy breasts, framing the naked mounds, then twined down her body, crossing an X over her groin but leaving her sex uncovered, before candy stripping each slender leg.
To her left, this wife was encased in fiery red teddy, so tight it looked poured over her skin, but to his shock and arousal, the breast and crotch areas were missing, leaving her exposed.
From the kitchen, two more of visions of his buxom lover.
One was encased in a halter top that left nothing to the imagination, functioning more like a hammock for her massive tits. Her matching briefs were also missing the most important fabric at the apex of her thighs.
Lastly, dressed in nothing more than a lilac garter belt attached to thigh high fishnet stockings, the final fifth member trailed after the blue wearing clone.
He was speechless to say the least, standing like a deer caught in headlights as they moved towards him.
“Hi-Hinata?” he sputtered as five pairs of hands reached for him.
Hina-blue slid his shirt off, while Hina-purple unbuckled his pants.
His Hokage hat was lifted from his crown, his cloak unclipped, his sandals unlaced and removed.
In the span of a few seconds, he was naked and pressed against the front door.
His mind was still reeling as a few dark crowns lowered to the floor, his gut clenching as he looked down.
There were three of them kneeling at his feet.
Three iterations of his gorgeous wife.
Three plump lipped mouthes fighting to sheath his cock inside their wet depths.
He watched them play with steel length, leering as they battled for his rod.
Ever the peacemaker, his wives worked it out amongst themselves in no time, much to his enjoyment.
Hina-orange worked his tip and several inches attached, sucking him slow and tight, swirling her head in that corkscrew motion he loved, Hina-red was slathering what was left of his cock in sopping wet tongue curls around his girth, pursing her lips to glide hot saliva down his hard flesh here and there, while Hina-purple polished his dangling sack with little laps of her tongue, sending shivers down his spine when she nuzzled his scrotum with her cute little nose and pressed suckling kisses to his inner thighs.
He was overloaded in an instant, swept away in sensation, orgasm already pounding at the door.
His head was coaxed to the side, wet lips fused to his own.
A plump body pressed against his left side, smashing naked tits to his obliques.
He groaned deep inside Hina-blue’s mouth, rocking his hips into the overwhelming tongue action surrounding his genitals, petting one head at his feet, then the other then another other, with one hand, while groping the plump flesh of the two women sucking on his lips and throat with his other.
He was lost in the moment, his world narrowed to the fiery storm of lewd slurps, vicious suction and swirling tongues.
It was tortuous, so fucking good he felt like he was losing his mind.
Hina-orange took him to the paradise in the back of her throat, starting the countdown to his catastrophic meltdown. He panted into Hina-blue’s mouth, working his hips frantically as he began to unravel, toes curling, back bowing as orgasm beat at the tip of his dick. Plump lips kissed his pelvis and calves, a soft hand cupped his sac, the sopping mouth on him hollowed, twisting on the down stroke, tongue swirling on the upstroke.
He bit his lip, pawing the nearest clone pressed into his side, thrusting his tongue deep into Hinata’s mouth as the bobbing at his crotch picked up speed.
The mind numbing suction tightening.
A soft nose nuzzled his nuts, then licked them.
He churned beneath the mass of feminine flesh, moaning pitifully.
He dangled on the pinnacle, hung for breathless moments on the edge of the sweetest agony before they pushed him over.
It hit him hard, turning him inside out, ravaging his entire body in punishing waves of rapture.
Disconnecting from Hinata’s mouth, he roared ecstasy to the ceiling, head thrown back, eyes squeezed closed, muscle tightening as he pumped what felt like pints of hot semen into the greedy orifice sucking on his spurting cock.
He shook, reaching out blindly to still her bobbing head, holding her flush to his groin.
“Shit,” he groan hoarsely, twitching in time to the soft gags squeezing his sensitive length.
Gentle fingers stroked his steely thighs and abdomen, tender lips pressed to his throat and jaw line as he basked in the afterglow of climax.
Their touches and moist caresses stirring him rather than easing the terrible tension in his groin.
He let her breathe, pulling her back by her silky mane, leering fiercely at her swollen wet lips and flushed cheeks, stormy baby blue’s narrowing on the white cream dripping down the corner of her mouth. He reached down, catching his semen with his thumb and pressing it between her lips. She sucked it clean, staring up at him with her pretty doe eyes, amplifying the lust that had him hard as a rock all over again.
Her doppelgangers crowded his hand, taking a few of his fingers in their own mouths like two jealous kittens wanting their own helping of cream.
His nostrils flared, lust surging.
They stood as he extracted himself from the bundle of women.
“Bedroom,” he growled, smacking two bare cheeks on two separate iterations of his idea of perfection.
They giggled, covering their freshly marked bottoms, skipping down the hall like a pair of water nymphs. He bent, and grabbed two of his wives, tossing their squealing forms over each of his shoulders, wrapping his arms securely around their generous bottoms, and following the other clones to their bedroom, his pace clipped.
They were in for a long night.
Their bedroom was fitted with a roaring fire place, and the biggest fucking bed he’d ever seen in his entire life, an indication that his wife planned this far earlier than he realized.
The bed took up half the damn room!
It was topped with soft looking red pillows, the massive comforter folded and placed in the corner.
They were on him the moment he tossed his two burdens on the oversized mattress, Hina-black got to him first, circling her arms around his neck as he stood at the edge of the bed, pressing her black lined body flush to his.
“Me first, Nanadaime-sama,” she pleaded breathlessly.
Her words hit him hard, the wanton entreaty stirring something wild and dark inside his gut.
“No, me first,” Hina-red begged, crowding his right side, twining his arm with hers, clamping the bandaged appendage between her naked tits.
“Hokage-sama…” Hina-blue whispered, gazing up at him with lust in her beautiful lilac orbs, hugging his hard thigh, her huge breasts cushioning the hard muscle, “please, me first, I’m aching,”
He was beyond aching…
Hina-purple took his left arm, saying not a word, merely pressing wet kisses up the length of his muscle lined appendage, gliding her little pink tongue over his shoulder as she tugged him into kneeling on the soft bed.
His mind was reeling with endless, lewd possibilities.
“Nanadaime-sama,” Hina-orange breathed at his back, pressing flush to his spine, circling his waist, her soft hand finding his painfully hard sex. She stroked him, pumping his cock slow as she laved his skin from shoulder to ear, nipping his earlobe and asked, “which one of us do you want first, Nanadaime-sama? Whoever you desire, however you desire…”
A harsh breath left his lungs.
He reached back and grabbed a handful of peachy buttocks of the temptress in his ear, the one wearing his favorite color.
The original Hinata.
“You first,” he growled, kneading her plump flesh, “hands and knees. Now.”
Though his cute little Hinata-harem pouted, they parted for his first victim of the night.
“As you wish, Hokage-sama,” she murmured breathlessly.
She crawled onto the bed on hands and knees, giving him a show of her jiggling ass framed by bright orange fabric, her dark hair swept over a single shoulder as she backed her rear end up nice and slow, stopping only when their bodies touched, hard cock to rounded buttocks.
Clamping greedy hands on both globes, he jiggled her cheeks, watching the vibrant orange strip of silk between them flash him as he clapped them together.
He loved her ass.
He loved smacking it. He loved playing with it. He love fucking it.
Hinata’s pretty peach was molded for his perverted desires.
He spread both cheeks, dragging his glistening cock across her rosebud, teasing her little hole before letting her buttocks drop, trapping his dick between their cushiony grip.
“Spank me, Nanadaime-sama, it’s been so long since I felt the sting of your hand.”
He traced thin material of her g-string curving over her rounded hips, contemplating.
It had been a long fucking time.
He could barely remember the last time he’d gotten a chance to turn her ass red. Rearing back, he let his hand fly, watching her juicy flesh ripple deliciously, enjoying the impact echoes vibrating through his throbbing sex.
He stroked her flesh, tracing his hand print as he savored the sting in his own calloused palm.
“Again, Nanadaime-sama,” she pleaded, thrusting her bottom at him, stroking him between her cheeks in the process, drawing a low groan from his throat.
He slapped one cheek then the other, his heightened excitement driving the force of his hand. His scantily clad wife flinched and gasped beneath the harsh discipline, rearing her ass back for more despite his roughness, craving more of it.
He was more than happy to give it to her.
He swung harder, faster, peppering her globes mercilessly, littering her skin with the imprint of his hand. He felt lips on his spine as he spanked her, wet kisses on his obliques and thighs, hands stroking his abdominal and shoulders as he tanned his wife’s pale ass vibrant cherry.
Clamping both hands hard on her abused globes, he sucked in several harsh breaths, balls throbbing painfully.
He had never been more turned on in his life.
His dick was hard enough to crush cement.
Gripping his cock, panting as though he’d run the length of Konoha sixty times, Naruto yanked aside the tantalizingly pathetic scrap of lace covering her sopping pussy, and crammed his throbbing length to the hilt inside the waiting heat of his wife.
Her scream was music to his ears, her clamping walls a sinfully delicious grip that robbed him of coherent thought.
He fucked her hard and fast, pouring the ferocity of his lust into each brutal thrust, forcing her to bear the brunt of his gnawing carnal hunger. Sloppy suction filled the room, twining with the high pitched moans of delight tumbling from his wife’s lips.
Hina-red pressed large breasts to his spine, sliding her soft hands over his chest, caressing the contracting muscles of his abdominals as he rocked his hips, pouting lips pressing butterfly kisses along his back and nape. Hina-blue cupped the underside of his chin, turning his head to devour his mouth, sucking on his tongue the way she’d sucked on his cock earlier, the taste of himself a heady flavor in his mouth.
He was back to that place he’d been in before, that realm of pleasure that threatened to unravel his sanity.
He didn’t fight it.
Instead, he threw himself full force into this hedonistic fuck session his wife had set up for him, clearing his mind of everything but the sensations flowing through his body.
An insistent tug grabbed his attention a beat before wet heat engulfed his fingers. He pulled away from the hungry mouth on his long enough to uncover why, arousal burning in his groin as he took in this new pornographic sight.
Hina-black lay on her back beside his knee, using his fingers to masturbate her shiny clit.
“Touch me, please, Nanadaime-sama, make me feel good…”
Sucking in a harsh breath, Naruto pulled his fingers from the greedy clone, slapping her inner thigh and commanding in a husky voice, “knees up.”
She stared at him with her shiny, heavy lidded orbs, raising herself on her elbows and pulling her knees up to her chest, exposing her glistening hole to him.
His own lids grew heavy as he snapped his hips forward and back, pounding away at his wife below him as he traced the clone’s secret flesh.
“Spread,” he panted.
Pale thighs separated a teasing fraction, her plump folds still hiding her little hood.
“You want me to punish you?” he threatened, gaze narrowing, “wider.”
She hesitated, silently weighing what she wanted more, his discipline or talented fingers.
Clearly it’d been too long since he’d taken his wife in hand.
“You should punish her, Nanadaime-sama,” Hina-red urged, nibbling his ear lobe.
He wanted to punish both black and red, the former for her bratty disobedience and the later for instigating. Hina-black seemed to sense the shark circling because she drew her knees back further, pulling her thighs apart, separating her puffy folds and presenting her rosy flower to him.
Satisfied with his view, Naruto reached out, setting a sluggish pace for his horny wife, teasing her little button with slow swirls of his thumb.
She moaned, legs trembling, violet locks tumbling as she threw her head back in bliss.
Hina-orange rocked back and forth on his cock, slamming her plump ass into his groin, her waterfalling cunt singing as she fucked herself harder, chanting his illustrious title through trembling lips. He watched her cheeks bounce, arching his hips into her frantic lunging, indulging a smack to her globes and receiving a delicious reward.
He groaned, grimacing as the vicious clamp of her tight walls tugged the climax waiting in his sac that much closer.
He shifted his attention back to his bratty wife, distracting himself from the gushing pussy wrapped around his dick with the softness of Hina-black’s glistening flesh. He touched her, sliding his digits up and around her engorged peak twice before dipping lower. He gathered her liquid excitement, spreading the natural honey around her flushed cunt before filling her tiny hole with three of his thick fingers.
A low mewl left her throat, her exhalation of pleasure echoed by Hina-orange.
Aroused by the synonymous sound, he pumped her pussy in quick short thrusts, staring hard as her juices brought a warm glisten down his palm to his wrist. He found her clit with his thumb, rubbing quick circles that arched her spine.
Hina-blue caught his mouth again, trading saliva with him as he finger fucked her clone, and reached for the bobbing tits of Hina-purple pressing against his arm, voicelessly begging for his attention too. He rewarded her good behavior with tight nipple pressure, twisting one point gently then tugging on the other, drawing a sharp inhalation from his sexy lilac clad First Lady.
“I can’t wait to have you inside me, Nanadaime-sama,” Hina-red moaned in his ear, her fingers circling his flat nipples, soft lips sucking a trail up the back of neck.
He couldn’t wait either.
He couldn’t wait to fuck every last of one his color coded wife-clones.
“Nanadaime-sama, I’m coming!” Hina-black gasped arching her hips.
His dick pulsed as she came on his fingers, coating his stroking digits in sticky orgasm, milking his fingers with her hot cunt.
Hina-blue let him up for air, only for Hina-purpled to take advantage of the break, turning his head to her juicy tits. He rocked his hips, slamming his cock ruthlessly into Hina-orange, sucking hard on the delicious nipple in his mouth as he finger fucked Hina-black’s fluttering pussy.
He thought he’d already reached the height of his lust, that there was nothing Hinata and her clones could do to push him further down the abyss of carnal desire.
He was wrong.
Hina-blue had moved, inserting herself between his spread thighs from behind and found his dangling sac with her tongue.
She held it wet and flat.
Every pounding thrust inside Hina-orange slid his balls across the sopping surface of her tongue, each slippery trail hot and slimy, the sensation like nothing he’d ever felt before, and to his mind, the true height of sexual high.
“Ahhh, fuck,” he groaned as she proved him wrong again.
Her wet appendage traced the seam between the two orbs before her mouth opened, taking both spheres inside her moist confines. Goosebumps pebbled his flesh, something molten churned in his gut as his steady rhythm faltered and ground to a halt. His body clenched as she sucked him gentle, tenderly stroking his incredibly sensitive flesh, ushering in a new wave of pleasure that threw his body into chaos.
He was lost in sensation.
His mind melted from the inside out.
He bore the orange clad sex goddess down to the bed, crushing her plump body flat to the mattress and fucking her with a fury that shook the massive bed. That naughty fucking tongue followed his position shift, lapping at his balls as he plowed the spasming cunt wrapped around his dick. His roaring groans eclipsed the trilling screams beneath him, growing louder as he fought the gushing flow and tight milking inner muscles for his place inside her cunt.
Sweat dripped down his tanned skin, his mind fixated on one thing and one thing only.
Fucking his wife senseless for being so goddamn perfect.
Orgasm knocked the soul from his body, leaving him blind, deaf and dumb to anything and everything but the terrible ecstasy tearing him apart.
Reality spun away, weakness gripped him, and if he hadn’t already been lying flat he would have fallen over.
Hissing pleasure between his lips, he shoved his groin to her cushy globes, twitching as his balls emptied for the second time that night. Tender lips and soft hands soothed the spasming muscles of his sweat slick back and thighs, gentle kisses peppered his ears and shoulders.
He basked in one of the best orgasms he’d ever had in his entire life, pumping his hips to milk the last remnants.
He sighed, gathering his strength to get up.
He wasn’t done, not by a long shot.
There were four more pussies to pound, four more Hinata’s to wear out.
He rose, a long groan leaving his lips as he left her tight confines, shivering when her greedy pussy sucked at him on the way out.
He panted, staring at her quivering body, his dick still hard despite the mind blowing intensity of his climax.
Lungs heaving, he moved again, grabbing a handful of Hina-blues long tresses, dragging her up and on her knees so he could ravage her naughty mouth.
She was next.
For that fucking delicious stunt she pulled, she was his next casualty.
He sucked the air from her lungs, stuffing her wet pussy with two long fingers, immediately setting a quick rhythm that drew a breathless mewl from her throat.
“Fuckin filthy mouth,” he growled at her, nipping on her lips, “licking on my nuts like that. You wanted my attention, Hina? You that impatient for your Hokage’s dick?”
“Yes, I want-”
He swallowed her response, stroking her wet walls, feeling the telltale contractions already massaging his fingers.
He hooked his digits, finding that spot inside her that turned her into a bundle of overstimulated nerves. She filled his mouth with a desperate moan, her rounded hips rocking frantically. He fucked her hard and quick, pumping her gushing cunt mercilessly, stimulating that special spot until he got what he wanted.
She arched, screaming into his mouth, spraying his palm in hot fluid.
He tossed her to the bed as she shrieked and followed her down.
Anchoring her leg over his shoulder, praising the wonderful invention of crotchless panties, Naruto filled Hina-blue to the hilt, leering as she wailed beneath him, perverse satisfaction thundering through his veins as her pussy reluctantly parted for his penetration.
Ecstasy suffused her angelic features, her sobbing ‘Nanadaime-sama!’ a whole other level of sexy.
He threw his hips forward and back, slapping their sexes together ruthlessly, watching her titties bounce with each jarring thrust. Hina-orange shifted beside him, turning on her side to watch him, his semen peeking from between the back of her thighs. Unable to help himself, he slapped the plump cheek turned his way, drawing only a tired mewl from his ravaged woman.
Hina-purple cupped his head, turning his mouth to her gravity defying melons.
He latched on to the nearest nipple, flicking the bud quick before engulfing it in a wet, slippery suckle, snapping his hips forward and back as he drew trembling moans from both females.
Hina-black carded gentle strokes through his damp locks.
Hina- red bringing his free hand to her own lonely tits.
He squeezed the firm flesh, panting as Hinata’s pussy strangled his cock. He switched nipples on Hina-purple, nibbling the bud harshly, then soothing the sting with sopping suction and a vibrating groan of bliss.
Hot cream coated his dick, contractions tightened the tension gathering in his abdomen.
Beneath him, Hina-blue arched, levering her elbows on the bed to fuck him back furiously, pumping her spasming cunt up and down his throbbing length, whining sexily as she took him with her to nirvana.
Detaching for her clones, Naruto gave his blue clad wife the same treatment he’d given the previous.
Trapping her leg high between them, he gripped her dark head, leaned his weight into her voluptuous form and fucked her like he wanted to break her. The bed rocked, his teeth clenched, Naruto closed his eyes as he pounded the screaming female senseless, her orgasm pouring over his dick in overwhelming surges, the force of her contractions nearly crossing his eyes as he came.
“Sexy fucking woman,” he cursed breathlessly, shaking as he pumped spurts of semen inside her hot depths.
He ground to a shuddering halt, fisting her hair as bliss rocked them both, ravaging her mouth as he twitched and spasmed.
They lay sweaty and panting together, Hinata whimpering adorably against his lips.
He stroked her tongue with his, drinking her passion sounds until he was satisfied.
It took a bit of energy for him to move again, but he managed it. Tumbling to his back on the bed, his cum coated cock standing straight up and at attention.
Panting, he leaned up on his elbows, looking for his next victim.
He crook a finger to Hina-purple.
Cheeks flushed, she crawled to him, titties swaying, lavender depths liquid pools of hunger. Their lips met in a mash of starving lapping and hot saliva, greedy tongues twining and teeth clanking. Soft thighs straddled his hips, a hand reached for his cock, lining it up with her dripping cunt but he didn’t have a clue who’s hand it was and as she took him inside her body, he sure as fuck didn’t care.
Hina-purple wasted no time.
She rose, disconnecting their lips, leaned back to use his hard thighs as leverage and started bouncing. Head thrown back, breasts jiggling, legs splayed wide, shamelessly exposing her pretty pink pussy to his perverted gaze, she rode his cock with single minded purpose, trilling her bliss to the heavens.
He watched, savage satisfaction churning in his gut as she lost herself to sensation, leering pervertedly as she became a creature of pleasure craving what only he could give her.
He loved when she got like this.
Wild and uninhibited, unselfconscious of her gorgeous body.
He stroked her soft belly, coasted her rounded hips then reached up for her twin peaks. He tugged both, rolling them between his thumb and forefingers and watched her meltdown.
Head thrown back, pussy fluttering, she shuddered and moaned like a broken woman. Hot fluid bathed his cock, dripping down to soak the blond hair at his crotch. He grunted as her internal massage strengthened, the sensation a touch painful after three orgasms in a short period of time.
He liked it though.
That edge of discomfort, that feeling of everything being too much yet somehow not enough.
He looked over at the clone to his right, tracing her flushed cheeks, the slender fingers toying with her wet hood.
He licked his lips, watching Hina-red circle her clit.
“Open your legs,” he commanded, unfazed as Hina-black brought his hand to her breasts, “show me how you play with your pussy, baby,” he muttered, toying with Hina-blacks’s pert nipples, pinching them between his fingers, then kneading her entire breast.
His crimson corset wife crawled over to him, stopping right next to his face.
She sat back on her bottom, then opened her legs, giving him an eyeful of her glistening pink flesh as she strummed her clit.
Aroused, he squeezed the firm tit in his hand, his other groping a plump thigh wrapped around his hips. His hips rose and fell as Hina-purple bounced in his lap, his cock pulsing as Hina-red stuck her fingers inside her glistening hole.
The sounds were fantastic, wet squelching, smacking flesh, high pitched groans, the scent of sex heady and delicious.
Hina-purple cried out, cumming warm rivulets down his hard pipe, body clenching, fingers turned claws latching onto his hard abs as she milked him. Teeth gritted, Naruto forced back the burgeoning climax screaming in his sac, though watching her shuddering and writhing on top of him, feeling her insides clamp down viciously, it was a fight he nearly lost.
But he had something else in mind for his next big explosion.
“Bring that pussy here,” he rumbled, tapping Hina-red hard on the thigh as his lungs heaved.
She moved eagerly, crawling up and over him, straddling his face and feeding him her wet sex. She gasped, finger’s fisting his blond locks as he sucked greedily on her clit.
He swirled her button, grunting as Hina-purple started bouncing again, more insistent and frantic, her still fluttering walls stroking him snuggly. He panted bliss into the soft flesh filling his mouth, slurping dripping honey from her little cunt as that coil in his gut tightened ominously.
His hand was moved from Hina-black breasts to the heat at her apex, and as climax beat at his cock, he toyed with her clit too.
Moans and groins, slapping flesh and excited breaths filled the room.
A nasty symphony he instantly loved.
Sensation blasted his nerve endings.
He arched into the steady pounding at his crotch, holding on to Hina-purple’s ass cheeks with his free hand for dear life as orgasm tore into him. He shouted his release into her slippery cunt, working his hips as Hina-purple bathed him in climax and forced thick semen from his throbbing tip.
He was dazed this time, his muscles trembling harshly, his mind a complete blur as the velvety smoothness of an engorged hood rubbed itself across his tongue and lips, smearing his chin in shiny pheromones.
He felt the weight of his trembling wife collapse on his stomach, their damp bodies heaving in tandem.
He’d never experienced anything close to this in his entire life.
He bounced his hips, shuddering at the delicious dripping slide of their connected genitals, his ardor stirring as a whimper reverberated on his abdomen.
He exhaled harshly, senses standing on end, lapping at the cunt on his face with renewed vigor.
Never had he been so fucking worn out and yet still so goddamn hungry.
Hina-purple slid off his lap and onto her side, leaving his entire pelvis drenched and his cock standing proudly for his next casualty.
Clamping both hands on Hina-red’s hips, he rose, grinning at her shrill, “H-Hokage-sama!”.
She wrapped arms and legs around his neck and head, cling to him like a cute kola briefly before he flung her to the bed between his legs. She bounced twice before he was on her, gripping her thighs in rough hands and sheathing his aching length inside her, wasting no time to start hammering away.
“Hokage-sama,” she moaned breathlessly, gripping the sheets below as he went at her like he hadn’t just fucked three copies of her moments ago.
He was caught up in a fever of debauchery, drunk and high on this woman he loved and adored and lusted for with all his heart and soul. Intoxicated by this completely unexpected opportunity to fuck a harem of nothing but his gorgeous wife.
He knew, if not for his Uzumaki vitality and status as Jinchuuriki, he’d have been in a orgasmic coma long ago.
He thrust wildly, bright blue eyes sharp and intense as he watched her body bounce and jiggle, sweat pouring down his face.
He kissed her screaming mouth, letting her taste herself on his lips, feeding her the passion she’d fed him.
“I love you,” he groaned into her mouth, “best wife in the fuckin world, ‘ttebayo.”
And he absolutely, wholeheartedly believed that, and not just because she’d cloned herself and rocked his world when she had every right to be upset with him for being late to their half a decade delayed honeymoon. That was a small part of everything she gave him, tiny compared to the support and love and peace and happiness she showered on him day in and day out, for years, long before he realized how she felt about him.
She was an incredible woman, an amazing wife, an outstanding mother and a force to be reckoned with as his First Lady.
He could search a million years, and he’d never find a more perfect spouse for him.
He knew what he had with her was special.
A once in a lifetime bond.
Heart full to bursting, he kissed her again, pressing their sexes together, stirring his hips as he loved her mouth, humming as her walls sucked at him. Hooking her knees, he folded them up and into her chest, slamming his pelvis against her, his massive cock turned battering ram.
She sang him a sexy tune, blasting his eardrums as she explode around him.
He faltered, lungs heaving as his own climax was ripped from him.
He closed his eyes, snapping his hips frantically as he painted her insides in creamy semen. Teeth gritted, fingers digging into her thighs, he shuddered violently, buttocks clenched as he emptied his balls for the fifth time that night.
He left her trembling and satisfied, her drawn out mewl soft and gentle as he left her body.
He panted, wiping sweat from his forehead, his sweltering gaze landing on his final opponent.
Hina-black watched him, a bottle of lubricant in her hand and a hard blush on her cheeks.
Anticipation filled his abdomen.
He moved over to her, groping stray flesh as he passed recovering Hina-clones.
“You want that ass fucked, sweetheart?” he asked, gripping her chin hard, pressing his thumb to her plump lower lip.
Her chest expanded, lips parting, a trembling breath touching his thumbs as she whispered, “please, Nanadaime-sama.”
He smashed their mouthes together, kissing her roughly, taking his fill of her sweet mouth. He smooched those soft pillows she called lips, tracing her cupid’s bow with his tongue, groping her perk buttocks as he did.
“Lay down on your side,” he muttered, giving her one last wet smack of his lips.
She lowered herself, facing away from him, presenting her rounded globes.
Slathering his fingers in the gel, he stuck two fingers inside her rosebud, pumping slow, holding her cheeks apart so he could move easily and watch the lewd act.
She moaned, her snug tunnel flexing around his digits, sucking him deeper inside.
He knew she had a special love for anal, though she’d never admit it.
The first time he introduced her to the act, she’d transformed into a wildcat, throwing her ass back into him harder than he would have voluntarily done, showing him exactly how she liked her ass pounded, and every time he filled her back door, she displayed the same desperate hunger for a hard ride.
He coated his cock with his other hand, smearing his length thoroughly, before wiping his hand on the sheet.
He took her hips in his big hands and lifted, throwing her off kilter as he stood up on the bed, dragging her up with him. He held her suspended, her itty bitty toes a few inches from the mattress, her upper torso dangling, violet locks a shiny waterfall obscuring her face.
He loved it.
He loved holding her little body like this, he loved the way it highlighted their differences in stature.
Haunching his hips, he guided his cock to her tight, lubricated hole, pulling her into him slowly when he found it, spreading her resisting walls in the process.
“Ah!” Hinata cried, gripping his thighs as he impaled her, her little legs twining his calves.
“That’s it, baby, open up for Hokage-sama,” he cooed huskily.
She shook in his grip, digging her fingernails into his skin as he sank between her cheeks, tunneling through her snug hole.
Her insides tightened and fluttered around him, drawing a long groan from his throat.
He gave her a moment to breathe, to settle, then he moved, rocking forward gingerly, pulling her into him carefully. She flinched and clawed his golden skin, weeping pained bliss to the room at large.
He couldn’t take his eyes off her.
Her smooth skin was flushed a healthy, aroused peach, her midnight tresses spilling down her back and across her face, her lush body bouncing and jolting as she hung like a pretty little ragdoll in his hands. Aroused, he worked her on his cock quicker, his tightly drawn sac smacking her gushing cunt rhythmically as he caught a delicious stride, just shy of pounding her tiny asshole the way he really wanted to, the way he planned to.
“Oh, oh, oh, oh!” she screamed, voice raising several pitches with each cry as his strokes grew deeper, harder.
Ecstasy surged through him, pounding through his pulse, seeping into his flesh, coaxing every nerve ending to a screaming pitch, thrusting his hips forward each time he pulled her back into his lap.
“Fuck…look at you taking every fuckin inch of my cock,” he growled, staring down at his glistening rod disappearing inside her rear end, from shiny tip to thick root.
All of it crammed inside his itty bitty wife.
“Mmmhm,” she whined, shuddering harshly.
“Brace baby,” he warned.
Gripping her hips tighter, he quickened his pace, holding her still as he slammed his hips against her buttocks, powering into her ruthlessly.
He could feel the taunt stillness in her body, the tension that felt like she was about to snap in half.
He knew her too well.
She was holding her breath, overwhelmed with sensation.
“Breathe,” he panted.
Her body jolted as she inhaled, then let out a wail that rung his ears.
Her insides clenched, her petite form shaking uncontrollably.
Groaning deep in his throat, Naruto’s eyes swept the bedroom battlefield, masculine pride blooming as his intense regard shifted to the bodies he’d left in his wake, the ruined females lying in graceful heaps, watching him fuck the final iteration senseless with their gleaming doe eyes.
He grinned cockily at his audience, winking at the pale skinned original giggling quietly at his antics.
Hina-black knocked the smirk right off his face.
Her asshole spasmed rhythmically, her cunt splashing his thighs in orgasm, every contraction viciously milking his dick.
He shouted hoarsely, following her into pure, unadulterated bliss.
They spent a week screwing like rabbits, and by the time they returned to Konoha, his title on his wife’s lips were forever changed.
It didn’t matter where they were, who was around, whenever his wife murmured, “Nanadaime-sama,” or “Hokage-sama”, Naruto Uzumaki, Lord Seventh, Hokage of Konoha, got hard.
Unbeknownst to them both, many of their Anbu guard blushed behind their mask every time she uttered the the title of their leader, remembering the week long anniversary celebration out in the cabin where she’d screamed it to the rooftops.
First Lady Needs A Break
Modest high heels clicked on tile, the clink clank echoing down the long hallway.
She wondered if Naruto-kun felt this way when he was being forced to work when he really wanted to be home with his family. If he felt half as bad as she did right now, she couldn’t imagine how he felt considering work took him away from important days far more than it did her. The very thought hurt her chest.
Her poor Naruto-kun.
As had been true through their entire lives, Hinata drew strength from his resolve to push forward, though vowed silently she’d continue to show him that she appreciated his hard work, and even though it was hard at times, she was with him one hundred percent, no matter what.
She wanted him to know she loved him when he was around and when he wasn’t, that she didn’t hold any of this against him.
She could only hope her small gestures would convey her gratitude and pride in him.
She stopped at door 17, glancing around curiously.
This wasn’t really an office building as she expected, it sort of reminded her of a hotel. This wouldn’t be the first time a meeting took place at one, it just wasn’t the venue expected considering this meeting was with a high profile individual.
She raised her key fob to the mechanism, pulled the door open when the lock clicked.
She stepped inside and closed the door. She stepped from her shoes and placed them neatly on the side, then wandered into the strange room.
There was an archway up ahead and to the right.
She turned and met a sight that made her question if she’d wandered into a genjutsu.
“Good evening, First Lady.”
Hinata stopped, blinking confusion as she stared at her husband…
…her naked husband and four naked clones…
“Surprise!” five whiskered cheeked blonds grinned, “happy birthday!”
She stood statue still but for her fluttering lashes.
What in the world?
They crowded her, five furnace warm bodies completely bare and deliciously naked, muscles flexing as they moved, long, fully erect cocks bobbing a wave.
Her face erupted into flames, though a huge portion of her strong emotions had little to do with bashfulness.
She’d never seen so much deliciously golden-skinned manliness all at one time, well, not outside of training with his clones during his early youth, and each time he’d only been missing a t-shirt. He’d used shadow clones in the bedroom before, but only conjured one extra pair of hands, and it’d been years since he had, not since Hima was born.
To say she was overwhelmed would be a massive understatement.
Deja vu hit her immediately, her honeymoon surprise from four months ago replaying in her mind, except now, she was on the receiving end.
“N-Naruto-kun?” she stuttered as they reached for her blouse, her pinstriped skirt, her hair clip and anything they could get their hands on, “w-what are you doing here? Where’s the Kiri dignitary?”
“Ehh, sorry about that,” the lead Naruto chuckled, watching his clones disrobe her, “I may have told a little white lie to keep you in the dark about your surprise.”
Her blush deepened as her skirt was yanked down her legs, along with her panties.
“Wanted your birthday to be as special as our anniversary, ‘ttebayo,” a clone behind her said.
She gasped softly as her blouse was pulled up and off, the clasp of her bra snapped shortly after, bearing her breast.
“I might be the Hokage, but you work just as hard as I do,” another remarked.
Her professional updo came tumbling down, sliding down her naked back.
“My hardworking First Lady,” rough hands spanned her waist, “my beautiful wife,” another pair found her breast, “the amazing mother of my children” soft lips found the shell of her ear, “deserves a break.”
The clone cupping her breasts traced her nipples, drawing a hitched breath from her, “and the full attention of her loving husband on her birthday, dattebayo.”
Moved beyond words even in the midst of what was about to be the most wild sexual experience of her life, Hinata turned emotional lilac depths to the soft, beloved faces surrounding her, resting her grateful gaze on each and every one of her husbands.
She reached behind her, cupping the cheek of the clone tucked against her back, her other hand finding another in front as she said, “you didn’t have to do all of this, Naruto-kun.”
“I disagree with that, but even if I accepted it, it doesn’t change the fact that I wanted to do this,” the original explained, wandering over to the blond huddle.
They moved, parting for the blond.
Hinata tilted her head back to meet his eyes, concern glinting.
“A-Are you sure it’s okay for you take off work for this?” she worried, “don’t you have that-”
Hinata held back a squeal as he swept her off her feet and into his arms.
“See what I mean?” he murmured, grinning down at her, “you’re always worrying about me, you never wanna be selfish for a little bit. I love that about you, dattebayo, but it drives me up the wall too, ya know.”
Bumping her fingers guiltily, she opened her mouth-
“And if you apologize I’m really gonna lose it.”
She closed her mouth with a snap, giggling faintly.
She was carried into a room beyond the common area.
Inside, to her surprise, was a massage table.
He placed her on the table, then urged, “lay down on your stomach.
She turned, lowering herself to the table as instructed, placing her face in the circular hole cut out inside the head rest.
She was mildly worried he’d be too rough, her sweet husband wasn’t exactly the most artful man when dealing with delicate tasks, however, her concern was for naught.
Their hands were gentle but firm, working massage oil into her body with a precision that left her humming blissfully. She recognized some of his patterns, though without the Byakugan and his lack of experience, he wouldn’t be able to create the full effect of the Hyuuga massage.
She suspected Kō had taught him, she couldn’t see her father doing so.
It didn’t take long before she was putty in their oily hands.
They kneaded her shoulders until her eyes rolled, pressed and slid their thumbs up and down her arms, worked tension from her back and legs, and pampered her little feet. She was just about to drift off when she felt the table at her lower body jolt, then separate, spreading her thighs.
Of course there was more to this heavenly massage.
Anticipation held her suspended over a cauldron of lust, her pussy moistening, knowing what was about to happen, wanting it more than she’d ever admit aloud.
She expected a deliciously forceful entry, for her eager sex to be thrust into the heat of carnal hunger, Naruto-kun was a bossy man in the bedroom after all, often bullying her body to the highs and lows he wanted her to reach at any given moment, something her submissive heart absolutely loved, however, to her surprise (and a itty bitty amount of disappointment), that wasn’t what happened.
His entry was slow and gentle, insistent but patient.
He fed her a few inches, then fucked her with them, gave her more, then stopped to pump her sex again.
It wasn’t the ravaging, high energy pace she was used to but it was justs as profound and overwhelming. The sluggish stretching brought tingles to her skin, his shallow thrusts tightening the coil in her belly.
“She’s getting all tense again,” a voice chuckled on her left, sliding his big oily hands across her petite shoulders, clicking his teeth as though upset, “poor baby. You gotta relax, gorgeous, point of a massage is to take away all that tension, ya know?”
A breathless moan was her response.
Low chuckles echoed around the room, verbalized by her five husbands.
Tender pressure worked her body, from arms to shoulder, back to buttocks, thighs to calves and whatever clones was working her feet deserved a reward!
Hinata shuddered, goosebumps pebbling her skin as her senses were bombarded with sensation.
She felt relaxed and at ease, ready to melt into the floor, but each time he filled her throbbing sex, pinpricks of ecstasy lined her delicate muscles, locking her joints and setting her teeth on edge.
It was the best kind of torture, the dual sensations dizzying.
She shuddered as he sheathed himself to the hilt, pausing to let her feel every single inch, then retreated at a snails pace that had her biting her lip and whimpering softly.
The slow drag felt incredible.
She could feel the thick vein at his underside sliding across her moist walls, that upwards curve in his sex rubbing his mushroom tip across something sensitive inside of her, she could feel her pussy sucking at his organ, loathe to let him leave her body, creating another level of friction that made her legs shake.
She panted as he returned, sliding back into her now flowing, fluttering cunt, humming appreciatively as he sank through her hot liquid excitement.
Tender hands kneaded her calves, wet thumbs traveled down the column of her spine.
She bit her lip, swallowing a moan.
Bliss cascaded over her skin, blazed through her veins.
His strokes quickened, though not by much, his steady, lazy rhythm was more maddening than anything. Her hands fisted every time his pelvis met her apex, the clone loving on her feet snickering each time her little toes curled.
She teetered on the edge of orgasm, filling the room with her hitched breaths and pleasure filled moans.
Lips found her calves, roughened hands spread her cheeks, a finger circled her anus. She held her breath, her world narrowed to the sensations, anticipation settling in the pit of her tummy. His thick finger pressed inside her back door, and she lost it.
Her body seized, pussy weeping bliss, anal passage clamping down on that probing finger.
She trembled and gasped, gripping the massage table as she exploded. Her climax was gentle but deep, hitting her far different from anything she’d ever experienced before.
When she came back to her conscious mind, it was to soothing hands melding her muscles into butter.
She felt tranquil and peaceful, more relaxed than ever.
She flinched as he left her body, then sighed softly as a gentle trickle left her happily twitching sex. She turned on her side, humming contently as she was rubbed down some more, her breasts and belly now coming into play for her reverse harem.
As her nipples grew stiff under the petting, Hinata found herself suddenly face to face with her husband.
He was bent slightly, his bobbing cock wet with her juices, unmasking the man responsible for her delicious orgasm.
“Still wanna play?” he questioned, voice low and husky.
She felt that raspy baritone all the way down to her core.
Her belly fluttered.
She nodded, a pink tint painting her cheeks.
“It’s lady’s choice tonight,” he whispered, circling her nipple, “you tell me how you want this.”
Instantly put on the spot, five pairs of curious baby blues pinned her to the spot.
“I…” she blushed hard, fidgeting beneath their intense stares, “I w-want you to…make love to me like that last time…”
Naruto grinned roguishly, knowing exactly what time she was talking about.
They’d done this before, messed around with his clones. No more than one extra and they usually took turns on her, but there was one time, two years ago, when they hadn’t. One night she’d never forget where they’d all made love to her together.
Crammed full of cock in both orifice of her body, the extra iteration of her husband and the original had taken her to another world entirely.
What would five at once feel like?
She wanted to find out…
He bent down, mouth hovering before hers, “yeah?”
She nodded faintly, seduced by his blazing sapphire pools, “yes…I want it to be like that time when you shared me with your clone…”
He kissed her finally, then swept her from the table and carted her away.
The bedroom was much like their cabin in that it included a large, low to the ground bed with enough mass to easily accommodate five people. The blue comforter had already been pulled aside and was bundled in a corner of the room.
He knee walked to the center, then sat her down.
His clones closed in on all sides, crawling towards her like a circle of sharks, their face one continuous sea of carnal hunger.
One of her husbands rolled next to her, then lay down, gesturing for her to climb aboard.
She lifted a slender leg to mount her husband, but he stopped her, placing his hands on her waist.
“Other way,” he told her, “gonna try something I think you’ll like, dattebayo.”
She wondered quietly what it was but obeyed none the less, straddling him backwards, her wet cunt lying against his lower abs.
“Ass up, baby, gotta prep you.”
She swallowed, her insides liquidating.
They were starting off with anal.
Her pussy clenched.
She had a particular love for rear end fuckings, Naruto introduced her to the lewd act six months after their wedding and a whole knew world of sensation had been opened up to her.
One where pleasure and pain melded as one all consuming sensation.
It was her deepest darkest secret that she was a bit of an anal addict…
Though from the way she reacted when he pounded her little hole, she was sure her husband knew it too. He never mentioned it, however, knowing her shyness was a lifetime trait of hers, and the last thing he wanted her to feel was uncomfortable.
She loved him for that and so, so much more.
The snap of a lubricant top brought her from her musing.
“It’s cold,” he warned.
She jumped as it touched her rosebud, though the chill to her anus was quickly forgotten as a thick finger sank inside of her.
Her eyes closed, pleasure swept her skin.
He stroked her, slow and carefully, turning his finger like a corkscrew, slathering her sensitive walls in lubricant. A needy sound left her throat as he added another finger, this new stretch bringing an ache to her backside.
She arched into the naughty pumping.
Moaning quietly as he tunneled deeper, scissoring his fingers carefully inside of her.
She was lost by the time a third joined his double digit pumping. She rocked back and forth, taking his fingers deep inside her tight hole, panting as tension coiled, silently wishing he’d replace his fingers with something else. As though he’d heard her, he pulled out, bringing his hands down hard on her pale globes.
She hissed a breath, glancing back.
“You’re ready, lean back, sweetheart,”
She trembled, sucking in several breaths as she leaned back.
He hooked her knees, holding her wide open to the greedy eyes of her blonde legion.
She was too preoccupied to be embarrassed.
He was stuffing her rear end with the hardness of his cock, pressing through resisting muscles, the greasy lube aiding his impaling. Her eyes closed as he stretched her, a low moan dragging from her throat. He was big, long and thick, just shy of being absolutely too much for her tiny orifices.
She loved it though, that bite of pain he gave her no matter what hole he filled.
She shook uncontrollably as he bottomed out, eyes closed, mewling quietly as she absorbed the sensations coursing through her.
He started slow, lifting his hips, and dropping them to the bed.
Stroking her deep, filling her to the brim, touching that place inside her that drove her insane. Her fingers gripped the sheets, the walls of her sex flexing, sucking at nothing but emptiness to her disappointment. His glide grew quicker, a light hammering against her rounded buttocks, the wet smack of the collision gaining volume.
Her tits bounced, head thrown back as she was swept away.
Pearls of delight leaving her throat.
It felt so good.
Her eyes snapped open as something wet touched her clit.
Blue orbs stared up at her as he wiggled his tongue up and over her sensitive button. Two blonds, one on either side of her, reached for her legs, lifting and pulled them back towards her chest, leaving her wide and exposed, her ass full of cock and a clone sucking on her clit.
She stiffened, whimpering pathetically as the clone beneath her started to move faster, hands spreading her ass cheeks, cock stroking the sensitive nerves inside her little tunnel, clashing harshly with the suckling of her hood.
She gritted her teeth as he filled her again and again.
Breaking her mind with each lust induced thrust, tearing her apart every time his groin slapped hers and that naughty mouth toyed with her button.
It was beyond grueling.
“Oh God!” she moaned, body shuddering as ecstasy coursed through her.
She arched, biting her lip and tossing her head back and forth, orgasm quickly creeping up on her. Lips found her skin, moist tongues laved her damp flesh. Fingers tugged her nipples, sending molten lust down south.
Muscles tightening, toes curling, her fiery end nearing.
It all stopped abruptly, leaving her dizzy, sobbing her discomfort over her denied climax.
She wasn’t left unhappy long.
There was a bit of movement, then a second cock pressed against the soaked opening of her pussy. Her nerve endings stood on end, her whole world narrowing to the double penetration. The cramped fit brought every sensation in stark relief, she felt the two girthy rods, one hard cock separated from the other by a thin inner membrane, down to their most minute detail.
Every ridge, every curve, every pulsation and vein.
She felt it all.
She shook, lungs fighting for oxygen and failing.
Her head swam as they started to move, jolting her between them, pounding her insides together.
She wept rapture, spewing his name to the heavens.
She was startled when she felt a familiar moist sensation.
That tongue was back.
She opened her eyes, staring in disbelief at what was happening below.
The Naruto pounding her cunt had leaned back, steadying himself on the thighs of the bottom clone, making room for the blond head currently between her legs, sucking and laving her clit like it was his favorite food in the world.
Goosebumps pebbled her flesh, she’d barely processed the devastating bliss before more movement caught her stunned gaze.
More blond heads entered her view, one on either side.
Their big hands cupped her heavy tits, then latched onto the hard points, suckling enthusiastically, circling with wet tongues and stinging nibbles.
“N-Narutoooo!” she moaned, desperately fighting climax.
Then they began to move…
…and it was the most devastating combination sensation she had ever experienced in her entire life.
The hard body beneath her lifted his hips, his hands holding her waist as he thrust upwards, groin slapping her buttocks, stroking every nerve ending in her rear end, mirroring the sensation of her pussy being filled again and again as the clone inside her sopping cunt rocked his own hips.
Two pairs of lips tugged on her nipples, circling the points then flicking their tongues until liquid fire pooled in her groin.
Obscene suckling filled the room, emanating from the blonde between her thighs.
Calloused fingers spread her puffy nether lips, a sopping mouth latched onto her little pleasure button and Hinata lost every bit of sanity she had.
Sharp edged ecstasy tore into her, tearing her into pieces.
She was screaming bloody murder, she knew someone had to think she was dying but God above she couldn’t help it!
This was pleasure devised by Satan himself!
It was too much for a single mind to bear!
Brutally excruciating as it was rapturous.
“Oh my God!!!” she screeched, clawing at whatever tanned, sweaty flesh her shaking hands could find, eyes rolling in the back of her skull as she squirted a geyser over her lover and his clone.
She arched, eyes slamming closed, her muscles so tight she felt like they were seconds from snapping.
Reality spun away from her, time ceased to exist.
Orgasm battered her into nothing, hammering every facet of her being, thrusting every nerve impulse into overdrive.
She could feel herself gushing a waterfall.
Another wave crashed over her head, sucking her back into that horrible amazing place where Heaven and Hell merged. She shuddered, screaming as she lost herself all over again, climax pummeling her into absolutely nothing, pleasure crossing that fine line to agony.
It hurt, this firestorm orgasm.
It hurt so good!
Then it was too much again, throwing her farther into Hell.
“Pleasepleaseplease I can’t,” she sobbed mournfully, “Naruto-kun please!”
She pushed at them weakly, trying to dislodge them from her sensitive points, only for her hands to be dragged away and held down.
She was at their mercy, and they had none.
This was the bully lover she was used to, the hard man that brought her to screaming ecstasy over and over again, pushing her to her limits and beyond then dragging her even further than that just because he could. It thrilled and filled her with dread, made her ache with arousal and fret with panic.
This new threshold he was taking her to was like nothing she’d ever thought remotely possible.
They started all over again, fucking her through her ebbing climax, licking and nibbling her nipples until she whined and sucking on her clit until she cried.
Hinata had never felt more ravaged in her entire life.
She shattered again, crying out hoarsely, tears tracing her cheeks as she gushed.
“Fuck yeah,” her husband groaned, “hose us down, baby,”
“Look at her go,” another chuckled, “never seen her cum like this before, ‘ttebayo.”
A finger stroked her temple, pushing back her sweat slicked bangs, “you like this, sweetheart?”
Her insides squeezed, drawing sounds of pleasure from the males inside of her.
She couldn’t form a coherent thought let alone attempt to answer his taunting question. Every time she opened her mouth a scream bubbled out, and even if she could talk, even if she could dig deep and gain access to her rational mind, her answer wouldn’t make much sense.
She loved this so much, and hated it just as much, she wanted it to stop so bad yet couldn’t stand the thought of it ever ending.
Her next crest sapped every ounce of her strength from her body, leaving her naught but a convulsing rag bundle of nerves, trapped beneath the iterations of her husband and their desire to turn her into a blubbering, writhing mess of trembling nerves.
She found out in her dazed stupor that it less agonizing if she didn't fight it, if she let the waves ebb and flow over her, it felt so good, felt less like it was gnawing away her sanity.
Her lips curled in a blissful smile as her body sang, her high pitched moan euphoric.
“Think she’s starting to enjoy herself rather than hanging on for dear life.”
“You in the zone now, Hina?”
She still couldn’t talk, but she arched her hips as much as their grip would let her, toes curling as that hot tongue gave her a sensitive hood a generous swirl, melodious moans of delight trilling from her throat as her nipples were clamped between hard teeth. Both cocks worked in tandem, filling her back door as the sex lodged in her cunt pulled out, repeating the cycle of pump and retreat over and over, their pace steady and synced.
Her eyes drifted to the back of her skull, back bowing beneath bliss.
She was one hundred percent in the zone, tucked away in that head space that was all pleasure, all ecstasy, all bliss and soul shattering rapture.
It changed abruptly.
She was feeling it again.
It was coming,
That coil in her belly tightened, her body began to stiffen, her screaming nerve ending suddenly standing at full attention for the coming explosion.
“I’m cumming…” she whined, toes curling tighter, pussy squeezing viciously, the drag of their cocks pure, unadulterated torture as tension snapped and she went sailing across the universe, “oh my God YESSSS!!!!”
Her back bowed, form contorting violently, her lungs working over time as she sprayed them with hot passion all over again.
The pounding grew frantic, deep baritone groans filled the room.
A wet groin smashed against her own, a pulse vibrated along the hard length a beat before she felt the hot, delicious spurt of semen coating the walls of her fluttering sex.
Her head was turned, and her mouth was filled.
She moaned pitifully around the cock in her mouth, a squeak leaving her throat as her pussy was filled again, realizing distantly that the clones were taking their turns.
Big hands gripped her hips as this new dick began pounding relentlessly.
She trembled, fairly weeping as her overstimulated nerves roar to life, her anal passage flexing around the length still lodged inside of her. The clone filling her mouth fisted her locks and bobbed her head, thrusting into her mouth, his panting groans filling her ears.
Another sound joined the hedonistic symphony.
She forced a single eye open, her gaze landing on her furiously masturbating husband.
He reached out, panting heavily as he groped her breasts roughly, arching onto the balls of his feet as he threw his head back and came.
A warm spray coated her chest, a stray spurt catching her throat.
She gagged, shaking form lurching as the clone touched the back of her throat, eyes closing again as the clones filling her body pounded her together. The clone under her was more insistent, hammering away at her rear end, giving her that bite of pain as he slammed home again and again. Her pearl necklace dripped down her clavicle as hot cream filled her anus, the sensation deliciously obscene.
Her head was bobbed faster, wet dick tunneling through her pursed lips, smacking her chin with his dangling sac.
She knew he was coming before he did.
She hallowed her cheeks, sucking hard enough to bow his spine, drawing his cream from his tip into her awaiting mouth.
He groaned her name, pressing her face to his groin, shuddering hard as climax swept through him.
She swallowed, humming her enjoyment of his salty, slightly bitter flavor, tightening her suction for every last drop he had to offer, tormenting him as he had her, his hoarse mumbles of “oh fuck, oh shit,” filling her with feminine satisfaction.
She released him with a pop, moaning as the blond pumping between her thighs stirred her to life.
He fucked her furiously, hammering her saturated, fluttering walls driving her head first into a pit of unbridled bliss, back bowing as she was filled once more.
They cuddled her in a massive clawed tub long minutes later, hugging her shaky form between their slick bodies, the tub jets and their caressing hands lulling and soothing her tired muscles.
Her lids grew heavy, her head listing on her husband’s chest.
“Happy birthday, First Lady,” he whispered as she drifted off in their arms.
I went way overboard with this and had to cut out quite a bit and wrap up parts quicker than I wante. Sorry about the massive chapter, I was having too much fun! It was very good practice for the planned threesome in Secrets as well as A Cure For Love though, yay!
This idea was given to me by Rando29! They ’ve helped me soooooo much with Secrets, brainstorming with me, throwing around ideas and such! Thank you for all of your help over the years! You were one of my earliest readers and have been so supportive ever since, thank you!!!
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