Minato growled in approval. He started slow (agonizingly slow). His tongue traced the outer curve of her left breast in one long, wet stripe, from the soft underside all the way to the peak, stopping just short of the nipple.
Mikoto whimpered, hips jerking involuntarily, grinding her soaked cunt harder against the ridge of his cock.
"Mmmh… please…"
"Please what?"
"Please suck my nipple, Minato… I'm aching…"
He obliged, but only barely. His lips closed around the very tip, a feather-light kiss that made her sob. Then he pulled back, blowing cool air over the wet skin until she shivered.
"Again," she begged, voice cracking. "Harder this time."
Pop. He latched on fully, sucking the entire areola into his mouth with a wet, obscene sound. His tongue lashed the trapped nipple in tight, rapid circles, flicking it back and forth until Mikoto's thighs clamped around his waist like a vice.
"AAAAHHH! YES—fuck, yes!" Her fingers dug into his scalp, nails scraping as she forced his face deeper into her tit. "Don't stop—suck it raw!"
He did. He sucked so hard her breast stretched slightly with the pull, the skin turning a deeper pink around his mouth.
When he finally released it, the nipple stood out obscenely (swollen, red, glistening with spit, throbbing in the open air). A thin string of saliva connected his lower lip to the peak before it snapped.
Mikoto didn't even wait. She grabbed his hair and shoved his face into her right breast, smearing the wet nipple across his cheek.
"The other one—now! I want them both ruined!"
Minato laughed darkly against her skin, the vibration sending fresh shocks through her. He attacked the second breast with even more hunger: teeth grazing the sensitive bud, tongue swirling in sloppy figure-eights, then flattening to lap broad, wet stripes across the entire mound.
He alternated (left tit, right tit, left again), never giving her a moment to breathe. Each time he pulled off, he left the nipple more abused than the last: darker, wetter, marked with faint teeth indents and blooming bruises.
Mikoto was a mess of moans and broken pleas.
"Mmmh—ahhh—bite it!"
He did. A sharp, deliberate nip that made her scream, back bowing so hard her spine cracked.
"Again—harder!"
Another bite. Another scream. Her hips rolled in frantic, sloppy circles, the soaked crotch of her panties now sticking to his cock with every grind, the butterfly pattern distorted and dark with her slick.
Minato pulled back just long enough to admire his work. Both breasts were flushed crimson, covered in a patchwork of hickeys (some fresh and purple, others fading to yellow).
Her nipples were so engorged they looked almost bruised, standing out like ripe berries, glistening with layers of spit. He spat directly onto one (a thick, deliberate glob that slid down the curve of her tit) before smearing it in with his thumb.
"Fugaku," he called, never taking his eyes off Mikoto's chest. "Look at your wife's tits. See how they bounce when she fucks herself on my lap? See how wet they are from my mouth?"
He pinched both nipples at once, twisting until Mikoto's voice cracked into a high, keening wail. "These aren't Uchiha breasts anymore. They're Hokage property."
Mikoto's response was immediate. She grabbed his wrists, forcing his hands to maul her tits harder, kneading them like dough.
"Yes—yes—claim them! Milk me dry in front of him!" She threw her head back, the Uchiha crest necklace swinging wildly between her heaving, spit-slick breasts. "I want bruises shaped like your teeth for weeks. I want every elder to see what the Hokage did to their matriarch!"
Minato obliged. He buried his face between her tits, motorboating the soft, slick flesh with a guttural groan.
His stubble scraped her sensitive skin as he licked a long, wet trail from the hollow of her throat down to her sternum, then back up to latch onto a nipple again.
He sucked in rhythm with her grinding (each pull of his mouth matched by a roll of her hips), until the room filled with the wet schlorp-schlop of his mouth and the slap-slap of her ass against his thighs.
He didn't stop there.
He released one nipple only to trap the other between his teeth, tugging gently until the breast stretched, the skin taut and glistening.
Mikoto sobbed, her entire body trembling. "Ahhh—pull it—stretch me—mark me forever!" He let it snap back with a wet smack, then soothed the sting with broad, flat laps of his tongue, only to bite down again—harder this time—leaving a perfect ring of teeth marks around the areola.
He even used his nose, nuzzling deep between her tits, inhaling the scent of her skin mixed with his spit, then exhaling hot breath over both nipples at once until they ached.
He pinched one while sucking the other, twisting in opposite directions until Mikoto's voice cracked into a high, keening wail.
"I'm—ahhh—I'm gonna come just from this—don't stop—please—!"
Minato pulled off with a wet pop, both nipples now so abused they glistened like polished stone—swollen to twice their size, angry red, ringed with teeth marks, and dripping with rivers of saliva that trailed down her ribs. He gave each one a final, brutal twist, rolling them between his fingers until she screamed.
"Not yet," he snarled, voice hoarse with lust. "You come when I'm buried inside you. When Fugaku watches his wife's cunt swallow the Hokage's cock and milk it dry."
He shoved three fingers into her mouth, letting her taste the salt of her own skin and his spit. She sucked them greedily, tongue swirling, eyes locked on Fugaku as she moaned around the digits.
"But first…" Minato withdrew his fingers with a wet pop and painted her nipples with her own saliva, making them gleam even wetter.
"Beg me to ruin these tits one more time. Beg loud enough for the entire compound to hear their matriarch reduced to a cock-hungry slut."
Mikoto's voice was wrecked, raw, glorious.
"Please, Hokage-sama… ruin my tits again. Suck them until I'm sobbing. Bite them until I'm marked forever. Make the Uchiha crest look like a fucking joke between my bruised, dripping breasts.
I want every elder, every cousin, every child in the compound to know their matriarch was milked like a whore by the man who broke their clan!"
Minato's grin was feral. He dove back in, mouth latching onto her left nipple with a savage suck, teeth scraping, tongue lashing.
His hands kneaded her tits in brutal rhythm, fingers digging into the soft flesh until red handprints bloomed across her skin.
Mikoto screamed—raw, broken, glorious—her body shaking as she ground her cunt against his cock in frantic, sloppy thrusts. The wet sounds of his mouth on her tits, the slap of her ass against his thighs, the creak of the bed—it all blended into a symphony of Uchiha humiliation.
Fugaku stared, transfixed and broken. He'd never known—never imagined—that breasts could be instruments of such raw, filthy pleasure. He'd nursed their sons from those same tits, seen them swell with milk, but never once had he tasted them, never made her scream like this.
Now they were Minato's playground, bouncing and jiggling with every thrust of the Hokage's hips, marked with teeth and spit while Mikoto begged for more.
His own cock leaked helplessly, a dark stain spreading across his pants as the last of the Uchiha pride crumbled beneath the wet, obscene sounds of his wife's surrender.
Minato finally pulled off with a wet pop, her nipple slipping from his lips with a glistening string of saliva. Both breasts were flushed crimson, covered in hickeys and bite marks, nipples swollen to twice their size and shining with spit.
He grinned, wicked and triumphant, and gave one last rough squeeze. "These tits are mine now, Mikoto. Every moan, every drop of milk they'll ever give again—it all belongs to the Hokage." He glanced at Fugaku, eyes gleaming.
"Tell your husband what you want next, matriarch. Beg for it… while he watches his clan's future get fucked into you."
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