The bedroom was a shrine to their lust—sheets drenched with cum, squirt, and sweat, the air heavy with the raw scent of Minato and Mikoto's union.
Minato's thick cock, still half-hard, nestled in Mikoto's cum-soaked pussy, plugging the torrent of his seed stretching her gaping walls.
Her body quivered against him, thighs slick with their fluids, her swollen tits pressed to his chest, nipples glistening with oil and bite marks. "Mmm… ahhhh…" Mikoto moaned, her voice a velvet purr, her dark eyes alight with love and bliss.
In the shadowed corner, Fugaku sat on a velvet chair, his Uchiha composure unbroken. He had watched every moment—Minato's cock slamming into Mikoto, her screams, her squirting orgasms.
He had long accepted the truth: Mikoto's heart and body belonged to the Hokage. Arousal stirred in him, his cock straining, but he remained silent, his presence a quiet sanction, his eyes tracing their joined forms.
Minato kissed Mikoto's sweat-drenched forehead, licking her salty skin. "You're my world," he murmured, fingers weaving through her tangled hair.
Her pussy clenched around him, drawing a soft moan. "Mmm… Minato… love you…" she whispered, nuzzling his neck. "Ahhh…"
He eased out, his cock slick with cum and her juices, a thick flood gushing from her stretched cunt, pooling on the sheets. "Ohhhh… mmm…" Mikoto moaned, her voice lush with pleasure.
Fugaku's gaze followed the cum dripping down her thighs, his breath steady but deep.
Minato scooped her into his arms, her legs limp, her body pliant. "Let's bathe, my love," he said, kissing her lips softly. "Mmm… yes…" she moaned, arms looping around his neck.
"Ahhh…" Her eyes met Fugaku's, a spark of gratitude in them, no shame—only freedom in his acceptance. He nodded, his eyes warm, a silent vow to honor her choice.
The washroom glowed with candlelight, flames flickering on tiled walls, steam rising from the clawfoot tub filled with hot water infused with jasmine oil.
Minato set Mikoto on the tub's edge, her thighs parting, cum still oozing from her puffy pussy, trickling onto the porcelain.
"Mmm… ahhh…" she moaned, the cool surface teasing her sensitive folds.
He stepped into the tub, water lapping at his thighs, his cock swaying, glistening with their fluids.
"Come to me," he said, offering his hand. Mikoto slid in, straddling his lap, water rising to their waists, washing away the stickiness.
"Mmm… so warm… ahhh…" she moaned, leaning into his chest, her nipples grazing his skin. "Ohhh… mmm…"
Minato poured jasmine oil onto a sponge, the scent blooming in the steam. "Let me adore you," he murmured, lathering it richly. His hands glided over her shoulders, massaging oil into her skin, thumbs kneading her muscles.
"Mmm… yes… ahhh…" she moaned, melting into him.
"Ohhh…" He washed her arms, fingers lingering, then cupped her tits, the sponge circling her raw nipples, oil making them gleam.
"Mmm… gentle… ahhh…" she moaned, the sensitivity sparking shivers.
"Ohhh… mmm…"
He grinned, kissing her neck, lips sucking the hickeys.
"These tits… fuck, I'm obsessed," he teased, pinching a nipple softly, oil slicking his fingers.
"Ahhhh… Minato… mmm…" she moaned, arching, her pussy brushing his thigh.
"Ohhh…" He slid the sponge lower, washing her belly, then between her thighs, cleaning her cum-drenched pussy with slow, sensual strokes.
"Mmmph… ahhhh…" she moaned, her swollen folds pulsing, cum dissolving into the water.
"Ohhh… so good… mmm…" The sponge grazed her clit, teasing gently.
"Ahhh… mmmph…"
Mikoto's hands shook with love as she took the sponge, pouring more oil.
"My turn… mmm…" she moaned, eyes locked on his, devotion blazing. She washed his chest, fingers tracing his pecs, lingering on her scratch marks, oil shimmering.
"Mmm… so strong… ahhh…" she moaned, kissing his jaw. "Ohhh…" Her hands slid lower, soaping his abs, then wrapping around his cock, stroking slowly, oil and water making it slick.
"Mmm… still so thick… ahhhh…" she moaned, thumb circling the cum-slick head.
"Ohhh… mmm…"
Minato groaned, hips twitching.
"Mikoto… fuck…" She smiled, kissing his lips, tongue brushing.
"Mmmph… soon… ahhh…" she moaned, her hand lingering, washing his balls, then his ass, fingers teasing his crack.
"Mmm… love every inch… ohhh…" Fugaku watched from the doorway, having followed silently, his cock hard, his eyes soft with acceptance.
Mikoto glanced at him, moaning. "Mmm… thank you… ahhh…" He inclined his head, his presence a quiet gift.
Minato poured oil into his palms, massaging her scalp, washing her hair with slow, sensual strokes.
"Mmm… heaven… ahhhh…" she moaned, eyes closed, water dripping from her lashes.
"Ohhh… mmm…" She turned, washing his hair, fingers kneading his scalp, drawing a groan.
"Mmm… your hands… ahhh…" he murmured, pulling her close, their lips meeting in an oily, deep kiss, tongues sliding.
"Mmmph… ohhh…" she moaned, water sloshing. "Mmm… love you…"
The tub was a haven of steam, oil, and candlelight, their bodies slick and gleaming. Minato lifted her, turning her to face him, her legs around his waist.
He washed her back, sponge gliding over her spine, then her ass, squeezing the cheeks, oil dripping into the water.
"Mmm… ahhhh…" she moaned, grinding against him, his cock brushing her pussy.
"Ohhh… mmm…" She soaped his back, nails grazing, then kissed his neck, sucking a small mark.
"Mmm… you're mine… ahhh…"
They rinsed under a handheld shower, warm water cascading, washing away oil and cum.
Minato held her close, kissing her under the stream, water mingling with their moans.
"Mmm… love you… ahhhh…" she moaned, hands cupping his face.
"Forever," he vowed, kissing her deeply. "Mmmph… ohhh…" Fugaku's silhouette in the doorway was a silent witness, his calm gaze sanctifying their love.
Minato lifted her out, wrapping her in a thick towel, drying her with care—her hair, her tits, between her thighs, kissing each spot.
"Mmm… ahhh…" she moaned at every touch, her body humming. She dried him, towel lingering on his cock, teasing a groan. "Mmm… naughty… ohhh…" he chuckled, kissing her.
He carried her to the bed, the sheets damp but covered with a fresh blanket. Fugaku took the chair again, his eyes content, watching their intimacy. Mikoto crawled in, patting the space beside her.
"Mmm… come, love… ahhh…" Minato slid in, pulling her against his chest, her head under his chin, one leg over his thigh.
"Sleep, my heart," he whispered, fingers stroking her back. "Mmm… with you… always… ahhh…" she moaned softly, her voice fading. Her breathing slowed, her body curling into his, hand over his heart.
Fugaku's gaze softened, a quiet smile on his lips, his acceptance absolute.
Minato kissed her hair, murmuring, "Forever, Mikoto," as sleep claimed him. The candles flickered out, moonlight bathing the room. Fugaku remained, a guardian of their love, the world outside irrelevant.
In each other's arms, Minato and Mikoto slept, their bond eternal, blessed by the man who loved her enough to set her free.
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