The air in the eastern bedchamber had turned thick, almost liquid, heavy with jasmine, sweat, and the raw scent of two bodies on the verge of surrender.
Hinata lay completely bare on the midnight silk, moonlight painting her skin in silver and shadow. Her long hair fanned across the futon like spilled ink, framing flushed cheeks and eyes that had gone dark with something far beyond innocence.
Her thighs trembled, parted just enough to reveal the glistening, swollen folds of her pussy (pink, untouched, already dripping with need).
Minato knelt between her legs, trousers still clinging to his hips, the obscene bulge of his cock straining against the dark fabric.
Hinata's gaze dropped to it, lingered, and her small hands fluttered up to cover her breasts (an adorably futile attempt at modesty that only pushed them higher, nipples peeking between her fingers).
"You… you should take those off too," she whispered, voice barely audible, cheeks burning crimson.
Minato's smile was slow, wolfish, devastating. "As you wish, my lady."
He rose to his knees in one fluid motion, fingers working the ties of his trousers.
The fabric parted, slid down powerful thighs, and his cock sprang free (thick, heavy, flushed dark with blood, the broad head already slick with precome). It bobbed once in the cool air before settling, long and proud, curving slightly upward, veins pulsing along the shaft.
Hinata's breath caught so sharply it was almost a sob.
"It's… it's so big," she breathed, eyes wide, lips parted in awe. "So thick… I've—I've heard stories, but…"
Minato chuckled, low and dark, wrapping one large hand loosely around the base and giving himself a slow, deliberate stroke that made a bead of precome pearl at the tip. "You've heard correctly."
A sudden, adorable pout crossed her face. "Hmph. You shouldn't think of other women when I'm right here."
The possessive little growl in her voice sent heat roaring through him. He crawled back over her, caging her beneath his body, letting the scalding length of his cock rest against the soft curve of her belly.
"Believe me, princess," he murmured, lips brushing hers. "The only woman in my head right now is the one about to take every inch of me."
Hinata's shyness melted under the promise. Her gaze dropped again, fixed on the flushed cock resting against her skin, and her small hand moved before she could think better of it (fingers trembling as they curled tentatively around the shaft).
"It's so hot," she whispered, marveling. The velvet-over-steel texture made her mouth water. She stroked once, twice, exploring the ridge beneath the head, the thick vein that pulsed under her thumb.
"So alive…"
Minato's breath hissed between his teeth. "Hinata…"
Emboldened, she shifted lower, bringing her face level with his cock. Her breath ghosted over the sensitive head; the muscle in his thigh jumped.
She pressed a soft, reverent kiss to the tip (chaste, almost worshipful), then another, and another, lips brushing along the length like she was memorizing him with her mouth.
"It feels so good to kiss it," she confessed, voice muffled against his skin. Her tongue darted out, a shy, kittenish lick along the underside that tore a ragged groan from his throat.
The taste of him (salt and heat and something uniquely Minato) flooded her senses. Saliva pooled on her tongue; she couldn't help herself.
She opened her mouth and took the head inside (just the head), lips stretching wide, tongue swirling experimentally. The sound that ripped out of Minato was raw, animal.
Slurp. Slurp. Slurp.
The wet, obscene noises filled the chamber as Hinata lost herself in the act (sucking gently, then harder, cheeks hollowing, lashes fluttering as she tried to take more).
Her inexperience only made it more devastating: every clumsy swirl of tongue, every soft hum of pleasure vibrating around him, was pure, unfiltered devotion.
Minato's hand threaded gently into her hair, not guiding, just anchoring himself as his hips twitched involuntarily.
"Fuck… Hinata… I didn't teach you to be this greedy," he rasped, voice wrecked.
She pulled off with a wet pop, a shining string of saliva connecting her swollen lips to his cock. Her eyes were glassy, pupils blown wide.
"I want to be greedy with you," she whispered. "I want everything."
Minato's restraint snapped.
He pushed her gently but firmly back against the silk, settling between her thighs. The head of his cock nudged her entrance (slick, swollen, ready). Hinata's legs fell open wider on instinct, offering herself completely.
"Please," she breathed, fingers clutching the sheets. "Put it inside me."
Minato leaned down, capturing her lips in a slow, filthy kiss as he pressed forward.
The blunt head breached her, stretching her open with exquisite slowness. Hinata's back arched off the futon, a high, broken cry spilling into his mouth.
"Ahhh—!"
He was scalding, impossibly thick. The stretch burned in the most perfect way, pain and pleasure braided so tightly she couldn't tell where one ended and the other began.
Inch by agonizing inch, he sank deeper (her walls fluttering, clenching, trying to pull him in even as they struggled to accommodate his size).
"So tight," he groaned against her neck, teeth grazing the pulse point. "You're taking me so well, princess… relax for me… let me in…"
Hinata's nails scored his back, legs trembling as they locked around his hips. "More," she sobbed. "I want all of you… please, my Lord… fill me…"
Another slow, relentless push, and he bottomed out (his hips flush against hers, cock buried to the hilt inside her virgin heat). They both stilled, trembling, breathing each other's air.
Hinata's eyes were huge, luminous with tears and wonder. "It's… it's so deep," she whispered, voice cracking. "I can feel you everywhere…"
Minato kissed her tears away, hips rolling in a gentle, experimental circle that dragged his cock along every sensitive spot inside her. Hinata's moan was raw, shattered.
"Move," she begged. "Please move… I need…"
He drew back slowly (until only the head remained), then slid home again in one smooth, possessive thrust.
"Ahhhhh!"
The rhythm began (slow, deep, punishing). Every stroke stretched her open, claimed her deeper, branded her from the inside out.
The wet sounds of their joining filled the room (slick, obscene, perfect). Hinata's breasts bounced with every thrust, nipples grazing his chest, sending sparks straight to her core.
Minato's mouth found hers again, swallowing her cries as he fucked her with long, deliberate strokes that gradually built into something harder, faster, more desperate.
"You feel like heaven," he growled against her lips. "So hot, so wet… made for me…"
Hinata could only cling to him, hips rising to meet every thrust, inner walls fluttering wildly around his cock. Pleasure coiled tighter and tighter low in her belly, a spring about to snap.
"Minato—!" Her voice broke on his name as the first orgasm crashed over her (sudden, blinding). Her pussy clamped down on him like a fist, gushing slick around his cock, body bowing off the futon as she screamed into his mouth.
He didn't stop. Couldn't stop. He fucked her through it, drawing out every aftershock until she was sobbing with overstimulation, thighs shaking uncontrollably.
Only when she went limp beneath him, breath hitching on little whimpers, did he slow (hips rolling in deep, lazy circles, keeping himself buried to the hilt).
"Look at me," he commanded softly.
Hinata forced her eyes open. Tears streaked her temples; her lips were swollen, chest heaving. She had never looked more beautiful.
"You're mine now," he said, voice rough with possession and something infinitely tender. "Every moan, every shiver, every drop of pleasure I just gave you (mine). Say it."
"I'm yours," she whispered instantly, reverently. "Only yours… forever."
Minato kissed her again (slow, deep, claiming), and began to move once more.
Outside the fusuma, Hiashi and Hana remained on their knees, listening to the unmistakable rhythm of their daughter being thoroughly, irrevocably claimed by the Fourth Hokage.
Inside, the night was far from over.
And Hinata (sweet, shy, unbreakable Hinata) finally learned what it truly meant to belong to someone body and soul.
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