Two beautiful, naked women lay entwined on the silk sheets of the grand bed, their lithe bodies glistening faintly in the dawn light filtering through the shoji screens.
Soft curves pressed together—full breasts against toned abdomen, hips nestled like puzzle pieces—draped only by a whisper-thin sheet that clung to their sweat-dampened skin.
No man alive could behold such a vision without his heart racing, his breath catching in raw envy. Yet these two exquisite creatures belonged utterly to one man: Minato Namikaze, the Fourth Hokage of the Hidden Leaf Village, whose golden hair and piercing blue eyes had claimed them both in the fires of passion the night before.
Kurenai Yuhi stirred first in the warm cradle of her sensei's arms, her crimson eyes fluttering open in a haze of confusion.
The ache between her thighs, the tender soreness of her swollen lips and peaked nipples, flooded back in an instant—the memory of Minato's unyielding thrusts, his hands pinning her down as Kushina's tongue traced sinful paths across her skin. A shiver of electric pleasure jolted through her core, making her inner walls clench involuntarily, a soft whimper escaping her lips: "Mmmh…"
"Wake up, Sensei," Kurenai murmured, her voice husky with lingering desire as she tried to disentangle herself from Kushina's possessive embrace.
The redhead's curves molded perfectly against her, Kushina's heavy breasts pillowed against Kurenai's back, her thigh draped possessively over Kurenai's hip.
"Nooo… two more minutes," Kushina mumbled sleepily, her breath hot against Kurenai's neck, sending goosebumps racing across her skin.
In her half-dream, she nuzzled closer, whispering, "Minato… I want you so deep inside me…" Her hips shifted instinctively, grinding her slick folds against Kurenai's ass, the friction igniting sparks of unwelcome heat.
"Ahh! S-Sensei!" Kurenai gasped, her body betraying her with a rush of wetness. She could feel her nipples hardening into tight buds, brushing against the sheet as Kushina's hand wandered lazily upward, cupping one breast and thumbing the sensitive peak. The touch was lazy yet insistent, drawing a low, throaty moan from Kurenai's throat: "Nngh… oh gods, that feels…"
"WAKE UP!!!" Kurenai finally cried out, her voice cracking with a mix of annoyance and arousal as she wrenched free.
Kushina bolted upright, her wild crimson mane tousled around her flushed face, violet eyes blinking in sleepy confusion. "Wah! What are you screaming about so early, Kurenai? You're the one squirming like a kitten in heat." She stretched languidly, her full breasts swaying with the motion, nipples dark and erect in the cool morning air.
"I'm going for a bath," Kurenai snapped, ignoring the traitorous throb in her core as she swung her legs off the bed. Her lithe body—pale skin marked with faint love bites from the night before—moved with graceful annoyance, her ass cheeks flexing as she stood.
"Wait, let me come with you," Kushina purred, sliding from the sheets like liquid silk, her voluptuous figure on full display: generous hips swaying, the trimmed patch of red curls between her thighs still glistening from their shared dreams.
"Why are you entering here? Let me bathe in peace!" Kurenai huffed, stepping under the steaming cascade of the private onsen tub, the hot water lapping at her calves like a lover's tongue. She sank in up to her waist, sighing as it soothed her aching muscles, but her body hummed with unresolved tension.
Kushina stepped in without hesitation, the water rippling around her curves as she pressed close from behind. "It's okay, we've already done everything together. Shared his cock, tasted each other on his skin… what's a little bath?" Her voice was a sultry whisper, hands already gliding over Kurenai's slick shoulders, thumbs circling the base of her neck in slow, sensual strokes.
Kurenai shivered, her protest dying on her lips as memories assaulted her: Kushina's fingers buried deep inside her while Minato watched, his cock throbbing in approval. "You… you're Minato's woman, so that makes you my woman too," Kushina continued, her breath fanning Kurenai's ear, one hand dipping lower to trace the underside of her breast.
"What kind of twisted logic is that?" Kurenai shot back, but her voice wavered, her nipples tightening under the water's surface.
"Oh? So you don't want to be Minato's woman?" Kushina teased, her fingers pinching a nipple lightly, rolling it until Kurenai arched with a sharp intake of breath.
"I am his! What are you—ahh!" Kurenai's words dissolved into a moan as Kushina's other hand slid between her thighs, parting her folds with expert ease. The water made everything slicker, hotter, the intrusion sending jolts of pleasure up her spine.
"It's simple, really," Kushina murmured, nipping at Kurenai's earlobe as her fingers curled inside, stroking that perfect spot that made stars burst behind Kurenai's eyelids. "If you want to be with him—to feel him stretch you open, fill you until you scream—you follow my every command too. Or you can forget him. Forget how he makes you come undone." Her free hand pressed Kurenai back against the tiled wall, the cool stone a stark contrast to the fire building in her veins.
Kurenai's head fell back, dark hair fanning out in the water, her breaths coming in ragged pants. "Nngh… y-you're impossible… mmmh, right there…" She was annoyed, yes—furious at the power dynamic, at how Kushina wielded it like a kunai—but she couldn't deny the truth.
Kushina held the reins, the wife, the fire to Minato's storm. And gods, it felt good to surrender, just a little. Her hips bucked involuntarily, chasing the rhythm of those skilled fingers. "Ahh! Sensei… please…"
"Don't be so angry," Kushina cooed, her own arousal evident in the way her thighs clenched, her breasts heaving against Kurenai's back. "It's not like I'm going to kill you. Just… own you a bit." She withdrew her fingers with a wet pop, leaving Kurenai whimpering in frustration, then spun her around.
Their lips crashed together in a hungry kiss, tongues tangling as water cascaded over them, Kushina's hand returning to Kurenai's breast—squeezing, kneading the soft flesh until Kurenai moaned into her mouth: "Mmmph! Oh fuck… harder…"
Kushina obliged, pinching and twisting until Kurenai's knees buckled, her body pinned firmly against the wall. Fingers delved lower again, two thrusting deep while her thumb circled Kurenai's swollen clit in lazy, torturous figure-eights. "That's it, my little jonin slut… come for me. Show me how wet you get thinking of sharing him." Kurenai shattered with a keening cry—"AHHH! Kushina! Yes, yes, f-fuck!"—her walls clenching rhythmically, juices mingling with the bathwater as waves of ecstasy crashed over her.
"Look, it wasn't that hard, was it?" Kushina teased later, as they descended the stairs in nothing but lacy bras and panties—Kurenai's black set hugging her perky ass and modest curves, Kushina's red ensemble straining against her fuller figure, the fabric sheer enough to hint at the peaks beneath.
"Hmph…" Kurenai ignored her, eyes locking instead on Minato in the kitchen, preparing breakfast in nothing but tight black boxers that did little to hide the impressive bulge beneath.
His sun-kissed muscles rippled with each movement—broad shoulders flexing as he chopped vegetables, abs tightening like carved marble, that V-line drawing her gaze inexorably downward. A fresh wave of heat pooled between her thighs; gods, he was a vision, radiating power and quiet dominance that made her mouth water.
"What were you two doing up there?" Minato asked, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through her bones as they approached. His blue eyes flicked over them, darkening with hunger, making both women's pulses race.
"Nothing… just taking a bath," Kushina replied innocently, but her smirk betrayed her as she pressed against Kurenai from the side, one hand sneaking around to squeeze her breast through the bra. "Weren't we, pet?"
"Ah! Get off!" Kurenai swatted her hand away with a glare, cheeks flushing crimson, but the spark of arousal in her eyes was unmistakable. "Mmmh…"
Minato chuckled, the sound warm and sinful. "It doesn't look like 'nothing' from the way you're flushed, Kurenai." His gaze lingered, tracing the swell of her hips, the way her nipples strained against the lace.
Kurenai sidled up to him, eager to escape Kushina's teasing, and began helping with the food—stirring a pot of miso soup, the steam rising in fragrant curls that mingled with his clean, masculine scent.
Minato stepped behind her, his chest brushing her back, and oh—fuck—she felt it: the thick, hardening length of his cock nestling against the cleft of her ass through her thin panties. It twitched at the contact, hot and insistent, sending a gush of slickness to her core.
She responded instinctively, grinding back in slow, deliberate circles, the friction making her clit throb. "Nngh… Minato…" A soft moan slipped out as his erection swelled, pressing deeper, promising the stretch she craved.
"Are you angry with her?" he murmured against her ear, his hands settling on her slim waist, thumbs stroking the exposed skin just above her panties in feather-light circles that made her shiver.
"Mmmh… no," she breathed, stirring the soup with trembling hands, her voice thick with need. His touch ignited her skin, every nerve alight.
"You look like it," he pressed, lips grazing her neck, nipping lightly enough to draw a gasp: "Ahh!"
"No… I-I'm just… understanding my place," she confessed, leaning into him, her ass still teasing his cock with subtle rolls. "Your bond with her… mine with you… with my boyfriend . I know I'm beneath her. I just need time to… ohh… to wrap my head around it." The soup bubbled softly, mirroring the heat building in her veins.
"You're an intelligent woman," Minato praised, his voice a velvet growl as his hands slid lower, cupping her ass cheeks and squeezing possessively. "I'm sure you'll serve me so well." He turned her head with a finger under her chin, capturing her lips in a deep, claiming kiss—tongue delving, tasting her surrender. She melted into it, moaning softly: "Mmm… yes, Hokage-sama…"
They ate breakfast at the low table, the three of them in a haze of casual intimacy—Kurenai perched between them, her body still humming from the morning's teases. Laughter flowed with the food, easy and charged, as Kurenai quietly accepted her role: cherished, but shared. Owned.
"It was a great breakfast," Minato said, rising to clear the plates, stacking them in the sink with efficient grace, his back muscles flexing in a way that made Kurenai's mouth go dry.
"Now come here and enjoy your dessert," Kushina commanded silkily, her eyes gleaming with wicked promise.
Minato turned, and the sight stole his breath: Kurenai bent over the sturdy dressing table, her black panties stretched taut over her ass, while Kushina loomed behind her, red bra barely containing her breasts as she ground forward, their bodies a tableau of sin. The contrast—Kurenai's sleek elegance against Kushina's fiery abundance—made his cock strain painfully against his boxers, pre-cum beading at the tip.
He approached slowly, savoring the view: two perfect asses presented like offerings, the scent of their arousal thick in the air—musky and sweet, mingling with the faint floral of their skin. "Who will he choose?" Kushina whispered hotly into Kurenai's ear, her teeth grazing the lobe, drawing a needy whine: "Mmmh… please…"
Both women were drenched already, their panties dark with wetness, clits aching from the mere sight of Minato's near-naked form.
No foreplay needed—he hooked his fingers in Kurenai's panties, yanking them aside to expose her dripping folds, and thrust home in one brutal, claiming stroke. His thick cock split her open, stretching her velvet walls to their limit, bottoming out against her cervix with a wet slap.
"AHHHHH! Oh fuck, Minato! So… so deep!" Kurenai's scream echoed off the walls, her body jolting forward, breasts bouncing in her bra as ecstasy ripped through her. Her arms flew around Kushina's neck, clinging desperately, nails digging into her sensei's shoulders. "Nngh! Yes, yes… fill me!"
Minato groaned, low and primal—"Fuck, you're so tight… gripping me like a vice"—and set a relentless pace, hips snapping forward with Hokage precision, each plunge dragging against her G-spot, his balls slapping rhythmically against her clit. "Ahh! Ahh! Mmmh… harder, please! Pound me!" Kurenai's moans spilled out in a torrent, her face contorting in erotic bliss—eyes rolling back, lips parted in constant gasps.
Kushina watched, mesmerized, her own pussy clenching emptily at the sight. Unable to resist, she captured Kurenai's mouth in a devouring kiss, tongues dueling sloppily as Minato's thrusts rocked them both.
"Mmmph! Oh gods… taste so good," Kushina murmured against her lips, one hand tangling in Kurenai's hair to hold her steady, the other slipping between her own thighs to rub frantic circles over her clit through soaked red lace. "That's it, scream for him… for us."
The morning devolved into a symphony of flesh on flesh—Minato pulling out with a slick pop, only to flip Kurenai onto her back atop the table, legs splayed wide as he drove back in, her heels digging into his ass. "AHHH! Yes, right there! I'm… I'm gonna—!" She came first, shattering around him with a wail—"FUUUCK! Cumming, cumming so hard!"—her juices squirting in hot pulses, drenching his shaft.
He didn't stop, withdrawing to claim Kushina next—bending her over beside Kurenai, slamming into her from behind with a growl. "Take it, my love… every inch." Kushina arched, pushing back greedily: "Yesss! Deeper, Minato! Ahh! Ahh! Stretch my pussy—make it yours!" Her moans were wild, uninhibited, breasts heaving as she reached over to finger Kurenai through the aftershocks, drawing fresh cries: "Mmmh! Sensei… don't stop!"
They switched again—Kurenai riding Minato reverse cowgirl on the floor mats, her ass bouncing as she impaled herself, Kushina straddling his face for his tongue to lap at her folds. "Ohhh! His mouth… so good on my clit! Lick me, Hokage—ahh!" Kushina bucked, grinding down as Kurenai's walls fluttered around his cock. "Nngh! I'm close again… fuck, your cock's throbbing inside me!"
The hour blurred into a haze of positions: missionary with Kushina's legs over Minato's shoulders, her screams muffled against Kurenai's pussy as she ate her out; doggy chain where Minato alternated thrusts, fingers in the unoccupied woman's ass; a tangled pile where they sixty-nined around his pistoning hips. Orgasms cascaded—one, two, three per woman—moans blending into a crescendo: "AHHH! Yes! More! Fuck me! Cumming! Oh gods, yes!"
By the end, they collapsed in a sweaty, sated heap—bodies marked with bites and handprints, the air thick with the scent of sex. Minato pulled them close, one arm around each, his voice a satisfied rumble: "My perfect women." Kurenai and Kushina exchanged a lazy, knowing smile, their fingers intertwining over his chest—bound now, irrevocably, in pleasure's unbreakable chain.
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