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It's Not Arranged If You Elope	By : Sessakag Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female > Naruto/Hinata Views: 1897 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Prompt: Arrange Marriage

It ’s Not Arranged If You Elope

“It’s my goddamn life, ‘ttebayo.” Naruto muttered for the millionth time as he navigated the dense brush of Konoha’s forestland.
It was a bright, cheerful day, birds chirping amongst a vivid blue sky, fluffy clouds coasting the endless overhead sea. He’d always loved a sunny day, but as he strode down a well worn dirt path, for Naruto, it may as well be as dreary as an approaching storm outside because he saw only the deep shadows and the oppressive darkness created by the canopy of trees he walked under.
The sun hadn’t shined for him in over a month.
Not since his parents told him it was finally time to marry his betrothed.
A woman he didn’t know, who’s name he didn’t know, and one he didn’t want.
Not that it mattered to anymore but him and the woman he truly loved.
In the land of his birth, arranged marriages were the most common form of matrimony, but amongst the aristocratic class, it was law, and (un)lucky him, he’d been born amongst the bluebloods. He was the sixth son of a king, hardly worth anything in terms of succession, and he’d hoped for a time he would escape the cursed fate that had befallen three of his elder brothers. More than any of his siblings, Naruto was the least suited to be used as a pawn. He lived his life as close to the common man as humanly possible. He dressed well below his station, he worked for every dime he had, and blended in far easier in a tavern of paupers than a room of royalty.
His parents hadn’t bothered him about his lifestyle, and though it was generally frown upon, his peers found his ‘eccentricities’ fascinating.
The lack of censure had lulled him into a false sense of security.
No matter how much he dressed himself down, his blood would never change.
He was destined for the shackles of power.
Marriage was for the sole purpose of furthering political alliances and the begetting of heirs to do it all over again.
And he was the next cog in the machine.
It was disgusting.
The whole practice was revolting.
He didn’t hate his parents for orchestrating this union, this was the way of their world.
Their duty.
And he’d considered it, heavily. He wasn’t a selfish man, and he knew his duty to the crown whether he was the first son or last, however, there was one stipulation he’d placed on any arranged marriage that’d he would not concede to and that was any union that would take him far away, and that was exactly why he’d snuck out in the middle of the night the day before his wedding.
His parents had not honored his one request.
They’d betrothed him to a foreign woman.
A princess that’d take him from his homeland to hers, far away from the little convent a day’s ride away from the palace, far from the nun he loved with all his heart and soul.
It was that which he couldn’t tolerate.
Moving a continent away from Hinata.
Stuffing his hands in the pockets of his tan trousers, he glanced up at the sun through the leaves.
High noon.
They were probably already searching for him.
His wedding was supposed to have started an hour ago.
He shrugged, orange dress shirt rippling.
They weren’t gonna find him, they never did.
This was his safe spot.
Their safe spot.
A clearing appeared as he rounded the final bend, his home away from home, the place he felt happiest. There was a little shack built between two trees, little more than a room and kitchen, an outhouse and tub, but to him and his love it was worth sixteen palaces and all the gold in the world.
The door swung open and a stream of dark robes darted out.
She was running to him, her eyes full of tears, little mouth puckered in a stubborn pout.
He smiled, chest aching as he took in her familiar face.
She was by far, the most beautiful woman in the world. Her delicate features were carved with the finest of chisels, symmetrical and subtly dramatic. Her pretty moonstone eyes were big and wide, topped with lashes thicker than a paintbrush, her pert nose small and rounded at the tip. Her lips, God her sinful lips, were full and plump, the top shaped in a tempting cupids bow. Her cheeks were soft and rounded, often tinted pink and, as of now, wet with tears.
She was such a crybaby.
Though he supposed she had reason to cry this time around.
She stopped midway, and he watched as her gaze moved to his hand, fearfully searching. He lifted them both, turned them back to front, showing her he hadn’t gone through with his wedding.
Her lip trembled, and fire lit behind her milky depths.
She bent, reached under dress and pulled a pair of pantaloons down her legs, then tossed them away. Nostrils flaring, lust pooling in his groin, Naruto worked the buckle of his belt, chest heaving as he moved to close the distance between them.
He was rock hard before he got his fly unzipped, lungs heaving as he yanked his pants and boxers mid-thigh.
She caught hold of his wide shoulders and leapt, settling her plump ass right into his waiting hands.
Holding her steady, he let her align their sexes, pecking her soft lips as she pressed his mushroom tip between her sopping folds. She sank down on his cock with a high pitched moan, the slide of her nun’s habit against his skin a deep, but familiar, level of sinfulness.
He hadn’t saved himself for his wife, and she hadn’t saved herself for God.
They’d broken their troths.
They’d been each other’s firsts and wanted to be each other’s last.
“I love you,” she whispered, tightening her arms around his neck, meshing their mouths together harder.
“I love you too,” he murmured between wet kisses.
“I was scared,” she admitted, adding salty tears to their fused mouths, “I was scared I’d never see you again.”
“I told you, I’m not going anywhere, ‘ttebayo,” he muttered back, eyes growing heavy as she squeezed him inside, “I won’t leave you, never, Hina.”
And he meant that when he told her, and he meant it when he informed the King and Queen.
They’d have to kill him.
Something his parents would never contemplate.
And he’d kill himself if they took her life instead.
They didn’t know who Hinata was, but they did know he was resisting his betrothal for a woman he held feelings for, it was only a matter of time before they tried to figure out who.
Especially now.
Now that he’d shown them exactly how far he would go to keep her.
Perhaps they’d rescind this betrothal and draw up another, one that would keep him in his homeland, even so, that was hardly much better.
If he accepted the marriage and remained here, he didn’t know if he’d go so far as to maintain an intimate relationship with his lover, if he’d become what he’d always hated and take up a mistress. He’d like to think he wasn’t that type of man, that he wasn’t a dirt bag that went into a marriage planning to cheat, but he also couldn’t lie to himself.
Married or not, he would never stop seeing Hinata, and he knew, it was nearly a guarantee, that he’d give in to temptation at some point, and once would never be enough.
His hunger for her was insatiable.
Speaking of hunger, hers was particularly ravenous today.
No sooner had the words left his mouth she’d stuck her tongue in it. She kissed him like she’d never spent a day in a church let alone a convent. Lapping at his tongue, sloppy and wet, sucking on his lips as though they were covered in sugary cinnamon.
She moved on him, lifting her body up and down, creating a delicious friction between his hard cock and her tight cunt. She was dripping, coating his cock in hot fluid with each pass, her little walls desperately clinging to the monstrous phallus forcing them apart again and again. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, her face a mix of discomfort and bliss, body flinching every time he bottomed out.
He was always a little too much for her, even more so in this position
She was gonna be sore when they were done.
“You feels so good,” she mewled, “so good inside me…”
But it sounded to him like she didn’t care.
He rocked his own hips to her wild pace, kneading her buttocks as bliss pumped through his veins. He sucked on her neck, nipping the flesh, wishing he could free her delicious breasts. Her pretty pink buds were her weakness, the quickest way to get her fired up.
Not that she needed anymore ramping up.
She was beyond turned on.
Completely in engulfed in the white-hot passionate of their tryst.
She was humping him like he’d spent an hour tonguing her sensitive points, her sex quickly growing wetter and wetter the way it always did when he sucked on her titties.
He wasn’t fucking her so much as she was fucking them both, bouncing on his cock like her life depended on it, her thighs a strong vice around his narrow hips. He was barely expending any effort at all, merely following the untamed ride, content to let her have her fill of his cock anyway she wanted.
To give her everything he had and then more.
He busied himself with the heated flesh he could get his hands on, tracing her damp spine with his rough palm before reaching up and tearing the black and white novice veil from her crown.
Shiny violet locks tumbled free, flooding his nose with the scent of lavender.
Slender fingers fisted his locks, her frenzied stroking turning frantic.
He wobbled then steadied himself, calling on every ounce of strength to keep the wildcat in his arms from toppling them both.
If she noticed his struggle, she certainly didn’t show it.
Instead of slowing, she picked up her racing pace to nirvana, riding him like a horsewoman on a stallion at full gallop.
He hooked his arms beneath her knees, braced himself a new as she kicked her bouncing into double time, unable to do anything other than hold them steady and bask in the soaking massage engulfing the entirety of his throbbing length.
“Ohhh God yessss!” she cried, her echoing ecstasy sending birds scattering.
She clamped around him, shaking arms and quivering legs, gushing pussy and wet lips. Sweaty body plastered to his, Hinata sank teeth and nails into his flesh as orgasm rocked her small form. He grimaced, buttocks clenching, balls tightening as her insides milked him. His own fingers dug into her ass, hips flexing as he hummed approval for her messy climax.
“Naruto,” she gasped in his ear, crossing her ankles over his working buttocks, “let’s get married,” she kissed his throat, slid her tongue up his neck, “lets run away together, raise six kids, just like we talked about,” she trembled, clutching his lower back as another wave of sensation fluttered her pussy, “live happily ever after,” she finished breathlessly.
His gut tightened, lust blasting his brain of anything remotely responsible and practical, seeing only the fantasy they whispered about in their little love shack.
Fuck, she had no idea how bad he wanted to marry her.
To spend the rest of his life by her side.
To watch her belly grow with his child over and over again.
Cupping her ass, he planted his feet and bounced her lush body up and down, groaning as the sound of their smacking flesh flowed through the quiet forest.
A jolt pierced her lax form, tightening the delicate muscles of her body.
Forcing her abruptly back to the precipice.
Her arms clamped tight, legs squeezing his flanks as a low whine left her throat. She was always incredibly sensitive after cumming, but unfortunately for her, that was his favorite time to push her limits. He loved fucking her over the beyond the void of oblivion, pounding her sopping cunt until she was nothing more than a puddle of overstimulated nerves and torturous ecstasy.
He’d watch her face meld from unbridled rapture and agonizing bliss and feast on the beautiful dance of her trembling, contorting body. Smooth her sweaty bangs back so he could see her eyes grow dazed and skate to the back of her skull while he licked her trembling lips, devouring her pitiful cries all the while stoking her quivering insides.
“You wanna be mine, Hina?”
“Yes,” she moaned, “I want be yours.”
Gripping her chin in a rough hand, he kissed her hard, slightly punishing that she couldn’t see the obvious.
“How the fuck do you wanna be mine,” he muttered to her swollen lips, “when you’re already mine?”
No matter what the future held, she would always be his.
He pulled her off, setting her on noodle legs, his grip in her hair and around her waist the only thing keeping her upright.
He kissed her hard, reaching down to squeeze her cheeks.
Slathering his tongue over hers, trading hot saliva with her.
He spun her around, bent her over, lifted her robes and sheathed himself to the hilt. Her scream echoed, her clawing hands gripping his hard thighs as he fucked her hard and fast, winding her long hair around his forearm, fingers digging into her plump hip. The silky tether bowed her spine, leaving her slightly off kilter, dependent on his strength to keep her from toppling face first into the dirt beneath his powerful thrusts.
Completely at his mercy.
He had none for her.
He snapped his hips forward and back, throwing the full force of his lust and frustration into each thrust, every shred of his essence, determined to make her feel the echoes of his possession long after he left the clutch of her body.
Her knees shook, then buckled. His arms tightened on her waist, holding dead weight as he unwound her hair and caught hold of both hips.
Widening his stance, he went back to his frenzied pace, ramming her insides with all his might, jolting her body like a ragdoll. Her sloppy cunt sang him a filthy melody, her soft lower lips treating his groin to sticky wet kisses. He stared down at the ass jiggling between his hands, leering at the shiny piston of his cock pounding her weeping sex.
Goosebumps pebbled her pale flesh a beat before fierce suction and rivulets of feminine juices slipped down his cock.
“Fuck yeah,” he groaned, powering through her creaming pussy, “you like that, baby? You like when I fuck you hard?”
She wasn’t in a state to answer him, but when she reached back to grab his working buttocks, voicelessly goading him to fuck her harder, her head thrown back in a silent scream, he knew no words could pass her lips that would convey how good she felt better than the way her body language expressed it.
“No man, woman or God can ever give you what I can,” he grunted, “you hear me? No one.”
Her nails dug below his flesh as ecstasy consumed her once more.
He bent, gripped her cushiony inner thighs, marking the soft skin with his finger prints as he lifted her clean from the ground, gritting his teeth as he unloaded buckets of thick, ropy semen, the explosion bordering on pain in intensity.
He locked his knees, shuddering as sticky fluid dripped down his cock.
Bright stars clouding his vision as his head swam.
He went down hard anyway, tumbling to the ground in an exhausted heap, barely able to cushion his fall as her weight bore down on him.
Long moments of heavy breathing and humming bliss passed before either could move.
She was first.
Dislodging him from her body, their combine fluid seeping from her sex as his left.
She turned and splayed herself over him like a blanket of lush, feminine curves, pressing kisses and tears to his lips and chin.
“Let’s leave here,” she pleaded shakily, “let’s just go Naruto-kun. Please…”
His lids lifted, and his favorite crybaby filled his gaze, her eyes full of crybaby tears.
He stroked her tears away, knowing his answer before he spoke it. He’d known what he was going to do, probably from the start, and the fact that he’d cum inside her, something he’d never done, only solidified the reckless act he was about to commit.
“Grab a bag and food, Hina,” he whispered, watching as her eyes grew wide, “let’s get married.”
XxXxXxX
They eloped two nights later, in a tiny chapel, then returned to their love shack to celebrate.
Only, their secret hideaway was not so secret anymore.
Soldiers stood out front, filling the clearing.
His father’s men and another code of arms he didn’t recognize.
Both king and queen stood waiting for them as they left the path hand and hand. Naruto squared his shoulders at the thunderous look on his father’s face, ready to do battle.
He’d not divorce and he’d not have an annulment.
End of discussion.
He opened his mouth but his mother beat him to the punch.
“Explain yourself!” Kushina snapped, “you skirt your own wedding to come here and fool around with your bride?”
His brain hit a shortage, her words making little sense.
“Naruto, do you know who she is?” his father asked, gesturing to Hinata.
“Of course I do, she’s a novice at the nearby abbey,” he said, glancing at his wife who was suspiciously quiet and then to his parents, “she hasn’t taken her vows yet, she-”
“She’s Princess Hinata Hyuuga, next in line to inherit the throne!” the king cut in.
Princess?
He looked back her again, reading the guilt in her eyes.
“She was placed in the abbey for safe keeping, her homeland is in the midst of civil war. Her father contracted a betrothal to her in exchange for her protection.”
He was shocked, absolutely stunned.
He turned to her, “why didn’t you tell me?”
“I only learned of all this the day we said farewell,” she told him, “the day before you were to be wed. They told me that in a few hours I was going to be marrying a man picked for me by my father, King Hiashi.”
“Marry?!” he shouted.
She hadn’t told him this either.
That’s why she had been at their shack…
She’d run away from her wedding too!
“I wanted to tell you,” she replied, eyes watering, “I planned to, but when I saw you return without a ring, I just…I couldn’t bear to marry this unknown man either!” she took his hands, “I don’t care what would have happened to me, I would have refused! I’m sorry I held this back from you, and maybe, if you had known, you wouldn’t have wanted go through with it but-”
“Now you’re talking nonsense, ‘ttebayo!” he glared at her, but as she pouted up at him, he sighed exasperation, “I don’t care if you’re the Queen of the underworld, I’d marry you in a heartbeat.”
He could understand her reluctance, the ramifications of high ranking unions were vast and hefty, and with his penchant for taking the more responsible roads, she might have feared he’d want them to be ‘noble’ and sacrifice themselves for the good of their respective countries.
Hadn’t he contemplated that very thing?
“Enough with the theatrics!” Minato growled, “had you both showed up to the wedding, you’d have know that the two of you were betrothed and have been for a month!”
Was this some colossal joke?
He looked around at the stone faces.
It wasn’t a joke.
“How the hell was I supposed to know, dad? You didn’t tell me her name, and you clearly didn’t tell her either!”
“It was dangerous to disclose that information until you two were at the ceremony. Her father’s enemies have eyes and ears even here!”
He blinked at his parents, at the soldiers straining not to laugh, at his dazed bride that seemed as shell shocked as him.
“Oh…”
His father looked as though he were fighting an aneurysm, his mother two seconds from reducing her number of children by 1, while Hinata were crying happy tears.
Cracking a grin, Naruto swept his bride in his arms and let out a celebratory whoop.
He was not only about to be king of his own nation, but Hinata was to be his queen, ruling alongside him!
They’d be an example for free marriage amongst the upper class, and though their marriage had technically been arranged, to his mind, their union can’t really be called an arranged marriage if they eloped.
XxXxXxX
Later
Sessakag~
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