The air in the Hokage's office was thick with unspoken tension, a heady mix of power and desire that clung to the walls like incense.
Minato Namikaze, the Fourth Hokage, sat behind his desk, his piercing blue eyes locked onto Kurenai Yuhi with an intensity that made her pulse race.
She stood before him, her newly earned Jonin vest draped over her arm, a symbol of her hard-won status in the shinobi world.
The title of Jonin carried weight—power, respect, and the promise of something greater. But it was the way Minato looked at her now that made her feel like prey in the presence of a predator.
Kurenai had always been aware of her beauty, her crimson eyes and raven hair drawing gazes wherever she went. But Minato's stare was different—hungry, commanding, the kind that stripped away pretense and left her bare.
She felt the heat of it on her skin, a slow burn that started in her chest and pooled low in her belly. He was the strongest man in the world, the Yellow Flash of the Leaf, and his attention was a dangerous, intoxicating thing.
Her boyfriend, Asuma, flickered briefly in her mind, but the thought dissolved like smoke. Why settle for embers when she could have a wildfire?
"You've done well, Kurenai," Minato said, his voice a low, velvet rumble that sent a shiver down her spine. He leaned back in his chair, his fingers steepled, his gaze never wavering. "Becoming a Jonin is no small feat. It means power… and responsibility."
She swallowed, her throat dry, her body betraying her with a flush that crept up her neck. "Thank you, Lord Hokage," she replied, her voice catching, husky in a way that surprised her.
She shifted her weight, her hips swaying slightly, and his eyes followed the movement, darkening with something primal.
"But," he continued, standing slowly, his presence filling the room like a storm rolling in, "there's one final test. Loyalty… to the village, to me." His tone was stern, but there was an undercurrent of heat, a promise that made her breath hitch.
Kurenai's heart pounded, her body responding before her mind could catch up. "How… how can I prove that, Lord Hokage?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, laced with a sultry edge she couldn't suppress.
She knew what he was implying, and the thought sent a thrill through her, her skin tingling with anticipation.
Minato's lips curved into a faint, predatory smile. "Strip," he commanded, his voice cutting through the silence like a blade, sharp and unyielding.
A jolt ran through her, her body trembling with a mix of nerves and raw desire. "But… you're married," she said, the words feeble against the weight of his presence.
She knew the ways of the shinobi world—power dictated everything. Kushina, fierce as she was, couldn't match Minato's strength, and in this world, the strong took what they wanted.
It was natural, primal, and Kurenai felt it in her bones, the urge to submit to the alpha, to be claimed by the strongest.
Minato's laugh was low, dark, a sound that vibrated through her core. "Ignorant or delusional, Kurenai?" he said, stepping closer, his eyes pinning her in place. "You know how this works."
Her hands moved almost of their own accord, trembling as they undid the clasps of her outfit. The fabric slid to the floor, leaving her in nothing but a delicate set of red lingerie, the lace clinging to her curves like a lover's touch.
The cool air of the office kissed her skin, raising goosebumps, but it was Minato's gaze that made her feel exposed, vulnerable, and impossibly alive. He didn't move, didn't speak, just watched her with that maddening smile, his eyes drinking in every inch of her.
"You're exquisite," he murmured finally, his voice like silk, wrapping around her senses. "That color… it suits you."
"Thank you," she whispered, her voice shaky, her body hyper-aware of every breath, every heartbeat. Standing there, half-naked under his scrutiny, she felt a strange mix of vulnerability and power, her arousal building with every second his eyes lingered.
Minato rose, his movements fluid, deliberate, like a panther stalking its prey. He closed the distance between them, his hand brushing against her bare stomach, the contact sending a shock of heat through her.
His fingers were warm, calloused, the hands of a warrior, and they traced a slow, deliberate path across her skin, leaving fire in their wake. "Such a perfect body," he said, his voice low, almost a growl, as he circled her, his gaze devouring her from every angle.
Kurenai's breath hitched as he stopped behind her, his hand grazing her lower back, then delivering a light, teasing slap to her backside.
She bit her lip to stifle a gasp, her thighs pressing together instinctively as a wave of heat surged through her. "Aroused, aren't you?" he whispered, his breath hot against her ear, his fingers brushing the nape of her neck, gathering her hair and twisting it into a loose bun, exposing the slender column of her throat.
He leaned in, his lips grazing her skin, a featherlight kiss that made her tremble. Her body arched toward him, craving more, as his hands settled on her hips, pulling her back against him.
She could feel the hard planes of his body, the unmistakable evidence of his own desire pressing against her, and it sent a rush of liquid heat through her core.
Her face flushed, her breath coming in shallow pants as his hands roamed, exploring the curves of her waist, the dip of her spine, the swell of her hips.
Kurenai's mind spun, torn between guilt and want. Asuma was supposed to meet her tonight, but the thought of him felt distant, irrelevant.
This was Minato—power incarnate, desire made flesh—and she was caught in his orbit, helpless against the pull. She pressed herself back against him, a soft moan escaping her lips as she ground her hips against his, the friction sending sparks through her body.
"You want this," Minato murmured, his lips brushing her ear, his voice a dark promise. "Don't you?"
"Yes," she breathed, the word slipping out before she could stop it, her body betraying her every thought.
She wanted him—wanted the power, the danger, the forbidden thrill of being claimed by the strongest man in the world.
And as his hands tightened on her hips, pulling her closer, she knew there was no turning back.
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