His world had narrowed to the impossible, breathtaking spectacle framed by his own doorway. Hinata stood there, a goddess carved from moonlight and shadow, her sheer scale seeming to warp the very air around her. Her luminous cerulean eyes, fixed on him, were not angry, not sad, not happy, they were simply… absolute. A predatory stillness radiated from her, a quiet, gravitational pull that silenced the chirping of the crickets and the rustle of the leaves. Naruto's brain, which had just been celebrating a hard-won victory and anticipating a quiet evening, slammed to a halt, rebooted, and promptly crashed again.
Her lips, a perfect dusky rose, parted. "I need to talk to you, Naruto-kun."
The voice was a perfect stereophonic harmony, her gentle alto and Venom's ancient baritone woven into a single, hypnotic chord that vibrated in his bones. It was the sound of forever. It snapped him out of his stupor.
"H-Hinata-chan! Uh, yeah! Sure! C-Come in, come in!" He stammered, scrambling back and nearly tripping over his own feet. He waved her inside, his heart hammering against his ribs like a trapped bird.
She moved with a silent, fluid grace that belied her towering height, stepping over the threshold into his small apartment. The space immediately felt compressed, as if her presence had physically displaced the air. He had to close the door behind her, a small, final click that seemed to seal his fate. Her head, crowned with its cascade of midnight-blue hair, was only a few inches from his ceiling. She had to slightly incline her head, a gesture that should have been demure but on her, felt like a queen surveying her new domain.
She stood in the center of the room, her back to him, a silent, lavender-clad mountain. Naruto fidgeted, suddenly intensely aware of the fact that he was wearing nothing but a towel slung around his neck and a pair of boxers, his skin still damp from his shower. His own enhanced senses, a gift from his two years of brutal training, were now a curse. The apartment was no longer filled with the familiar, comforting scent of instant ramen and clean laundry, it was now saturated with her. A rich, intoxicating aroma of dark chocolate and the clean, sharp tang of ozone after a lightning strike. It was the scent of comfort and danger, of home and the sublime, terrifying unknown.
She moved, and his breath caught in his throat. It was a slow, deliberate rotation of her torso and head, a predator assessing its territory. She looked at him over her shoulder, her glowing eyes locking onto his. One hand came to rest with casual confidence on her hip, the pose accentuating the dramatic, impossible curve from her narrow waist to the powerful swell of her hip. The movement made her look even more alluring, a sculpture of lethal and erotic perfection.
"We are finally alone," she purred, the sound a physical touch that traced a line of fire down his spine. "I have wanted to talk with you, properly, for a very long time. The tests… the other people… they were always in the way."
He needed to do something normal. Something human. "T-Tea! I'll make tea! You just, uh, make yourself at home!" He squeaked, quickly shaking his head to clear it. The towel around his neck slipped and fell to the floor in a heap. He didn't even notice. He just bolted past her, the brief brush of his arm against the solid warmth of her back sending a jolt through his system.
He skittered into his tiny kitchen, his mind a frantic, buzzing hive. Tea. Tea is normal. Kettles, cups, water. I know how to do this. I'm in control. He began rummaging through his cupboards with a clatter, his hands suddenly clumsy, his memory of where he kept anything in his own home completely wiped from his brain.
Thump.
He froze, a tea canister clutched in his hand. The sound was soft, but in the sudden silence of his apartment, it was as loud as a thunderclap. It was the sound of heavy fabric hitting the floor.
"Hinata-chan? Everything okay in there?" he called out, his voice cracking.
Silence.
Another, lighter sound. A soft shhhhffff of synthetic fabric sliding against skin.
Abandoning all pretense of making tea, Naruto scrambled back into the living room, his heart a frantic drum against his ribs. "What's going on—?"
He stopped dead. The lavender jacket lay in a neat, discarded pool on the floor. Hinata's back was still to him, but now the view was unobstructed. He could see through the fabric intricate, living filigree of the Klyntar Weave pulsing with a soft, sensual, violet light, the glow outlining the diamond-hard muscles of her back and the breathtaking taper of her waist. Her sleeveless black combat top was still on, but her hands… her thumbs were hooked under the hem at her hips, her fingers spread wide against the powerful curve of her glutes. Her intent was unmistakable.
"Hinata-chan, wha-what are you doing?" Naruto's voice was a choked, panicked squeak. His mind, which had just been a whirlwind of flustered thoughts about tea and towels, was now a single, blaring alarm.
Hinata's answer was a simple, absolute statement of fact. Her voice, a low, resonant purr, slid through the air and wrapped around him. "They are in the way."
With a speed that defied her serene posture, she grabbed the hem of her black top. There was no hesitation, no coyness, just a fluid, powerful motion as she pulled it up and over her head in a single, smooth sweep. The garment was shed, and his world was filled with the breathtaking sight of her back.
It was a magnificent, terrifying canvas of sculpted power. The broad, elegant V-taper of her shoulders flowed down to her impossibly narrow waist, every muscle a perfectly defined line beneath her flawless, moon-white skin. But it was the Klyntar Weave that stole his breath. The intricate, silver filigree that covered her was now blazing with a deep, sensual, and hypnotic violet light. A magnificent, complex pattern of serpentine bands and sharp geometric knots covered her spine, flaring out over her shoulder blades and hips like the tribal markings of some ancient, celestial warrior queen. The glowing patterns pulsed in a slow, steady rhythm, like a second heartbeat, and Naruto found himself mesmerized, his own heart starting to sync with their hypnotic cadence. His feet carried him forward, an unconscious step that brought him closer, until he was standing just behind her, close enough to feel the faint, clean heat radiating from her skin.
Thump. Her top hit the floor, joining the jacket. The sound broke his trance.
"Do you like what you see, Naruto-kun?" she asked, her head turning slowly to look at him over her powerful shoulder. Her glowing eyes held a knowing, predatory warmth.
His mouth was dry. Words were a foreign concept. He managed a strangled noise before forcing a few out. "Y-Yeah… I… whoa…" He couldn't articulate the raw awe he felt. He gestured vaguely at her back. "The lines… they're… glowing purple. It's… really cool."
A genuine, warm smile bloomed on her lips, a startlingly human expression on her divine face. The predatory intensity in her eyes softened into something tender, something pleased. With that same fluid grace, she turned, her entire body rotating to face him.
And Naruto's brain shut down for the third time.
He had seen her in her combat gear, seen the way it strained to contain her. He had fantasized, in his most private moments, about what that meant. The reality was a force of nature. Two magnificent, high, and perfectly spherical breasts, impossibly full and heavy, were barely contained by a sturdy, functional black bra. The fabric looked like it was under immense structural strain. The glowing violet patterns continued here, a nexus of intricate light nestled in the deep valley between her breasts, with elegant lines sweeping up over her shoulders and down across the diamond-hard plane of her stomach, converging in a complex knot just above the waistband of her trousers.
"Thank you, Naruto-kun," she said, a faint, lovely blush dusting her pale cheeks. The combination of her overwhelming physical presence and that small, human sign of embarrassment was a devastating one-two punch to his psyche.
Outwardly, she was a serene goddess, pleased by the worship of her chosen mortal. Inwardly, however, a quiet war was being waged.
This is wrong! a faint, terrified echo of her old self shrieked in the back of her mind. This is embarrassing! We are in his apartment! What would Father say? What would Kurenai-sensei say?! The neighbors! They might hear!
The thought was met with a deep, rumbling, and contemptuous hum of approval from Venom. Her newfound confidence rose like a tidal wave, drowning the panicked whisper in an instant. This is right. This is not embarrassing. Father's opinion is irrelevant. The neighbors are insignificant. No one can stop us. And if they try… we will simply deal with them.
Naruto, meanwhile, was frantically trying to regain control of his spiraling thoughts. He waved his hands in a placating gesture, deliberately averting his eyes and staring at a crack in his wall as if it held the secrets to the universe.
"W-Wait! Hinata-chan, we should calm down! Let's talk about it! I-I was making tea! We can have tea and… and talk! Properly! Yeah!"
His desperate plea was cut short.
WHUMP.
Something large, black, and surprisingly heavy hit him squarely in the face. He stumbled back, flailing. When he regained his balance, he realized what it was. Her bra. It was so impossibly large that one of the silken cups had landed squarely over his head like a helmet, completely blinding him, while the other slapped across his mouth and nose, silencing him with the faint, intoxicating scent of chocolate and Hinata.
Naruto fumbled with the silken prison, his fingers tangling in the warm, smooth fabric of the bra. The scent of her—that impossible, intoxicating blend of dark chocolate and ozone—was imprinted on the material, flooding his senses and making his head swim. With a final, desperate tug, he pulled it off his face and let it drop to the floor, his vision clearing just in time to be startled by the reality before him.
Hinata was close. Impossibly close.
Her magnificent, bare breasts were right at his eye level, two perfect, heavy orbs of alabaster and starlight. The intricate violet filigree of the Klyntar Weave pulsed with a slow, hypnotic rhythm, a nexus of impossible beauty nestled in the deep valley between them, its patterns sprawling up and over her powerful shoulders. The sheer, overwhelming reality of her, of this moment, short-circuited every panicked, stammering thought in his head. A profound stillness settled over him. He slowly, reverently, raised his head, his gaze traveling up the strong column of her throat to meet her eyes.
Her glowing cerulean eyes showed a desire, and he was falling into them. She placed one hand gently on his shoulder, the touch a brand of cool fire on his skin, a gentle but irresistible pressure that drew him a half-step closer. Her other hand came up, her long, elegant fingers cupping his chin, tilting his face up to hers. He was completely ensnared, a willing captive in her gravitational pull. The blush on his cheeks was a permanent fixture, his own eyes wide with a dreamy, half-lidded awe.
"I missed you, Naruto-kun," she murmured, the doubled harmony of her voice a deep, soul-shaking vibration. "So very much. We are finally together again."
She gave him no time to answer, no time to think. She simply lowered her head, and her lips crashed against his.
The kiss was decisive. It was a claiming. A hungry, passionate press of her mouth against his that was full of two years of pent-up longing, of a predator's possessiveness and a girl's profound, desperate love. A shockwave of pure sensation went through him, and his body reacted on instinct. His arms wrapped around her powerful form, his hands sliding down the impossible curve of her back to land firmly just over the high, round swell of her buttocks, pulling her flush against him.
A simple touch set off an unexpectedly strong response. A deep, guttural purr rumbled in her chest, a sound he felt more than heard, and her desire flared into a raging inferno. She deepened the kiss, and then he felt it.
That impossible, terrifying, wonderful thing.
Her elongated tongue, a wet, impossibly strong, and terrifyingly dexterous muscle, slipped past his lips and into his mouth. It coiled around his own tongue like a warm, velvet serpent, stroking and tasting and mapping every part of his mouth with a carnal precision that sent jolts of pure, alien pleasure directly into his brain.
SLURP.
Naruto's entire body jerked, his eyes flying wide open in a renewed wave of pure shock. The tongue! It's the tongue attack again! He was being mapped, explored, and conquered from the inside out. He was drowning, and his only life raft was the very woman who was the storm. He had to do something. His one hand, which had been gripping her backside, began to run up the side of her body, a frantic, desperate caress over the smooth, hard plane of her obliques. The touch only seemed to make her press harder, her tongue becoming more demanding, the purr in her chest growing louder.
He was losing. He was going to be completely devoured.
His hand continued its desperate journey upward, over the curve of her ribcage, until his fingers brushed against something impossibly soft and heavy. Pure, unthinking instinct took over. His hand closed around it.
He grabbed her breast.
The effect was instantaneous.
Hinata's entire body went rigid, a full-body shudder racking her powerful frame as if he had just hit her with a lightning. The kiss shattered. Her elongated tongue snapped back into her mouth with an audible thwip. Her head jerked back, her lips parted.
"Hhhhhnnn…!"
A sharp, strangled gasp of air, a half-moan, half-squeak of pure shock escaped her. The violet glow of the Klyntar Weave on her chest flared into a blinding, brilliant white for a split second before settling back to a chaotic, flickering purple. Her cerulean eyes, wide now with a new, raw shock she hadn't felt in years, stared down at him, her mind a sudden, silent battlefield.
He found it.
Naruto's eyes, wide with a mixture of terror and dawning comprehension, flicked from his hand, still cupping the heavy, warm globe of her breast, to her face. Her expression was one of sublime shock, her glowing cerulean eyes unfocused, her lips parted in that silent, breathy gasp. A lightbulb just go off in his head. This… this is a weak point?
He tested the theory. His fingers flexed, a gentle, exploratory squeeze.
"Hhhh…" A soft, breathy moan escaped her lips, a sound of pure sensation. The violet glow of her markings flickered, brightening for a moment.
It worked. He pressed his advantage. His other hand rose to mirror the first, his palm closing over her other breast. The symmetry of the action, the feeling of holding both of these magnificent, divine orbs in his hands, sent a jolt of raw, masculine power through him.
Hinata's entire body shuddered, a more violent tremor this time. Her voice hitched. "Nnngh…!" She tried to suppress the sound, to bite it back, but it was useless. It escaped as a shaky, quiet exhale.
His eyes locked onto one of her nipples. A perfect, dusky rose, it had hardened into a tight, inviting peak. Driven by an instinct, he leaned in and ran his tongue over it, a single, teasing lap that tasted of salt and her intoxicating chocolate scent.
"Ah…!" The sound she made was louder now, a sharp, uncontrolled gasp of pleasure.
That was all the encouragement he needed. He captured the peak in his mouth, sucking gently at first, then with more demanding pressure, laving it with his tongue, teasing and tormenting the hypersensitive flesh. His free hand mirrored the action, his thumb and forefinger finding her other nipple, pinching and rolling the hardened bud with a firm, rhythmic pressure.
"AAAAAHHHNNN!"
Her composure shattered into a million pieces. A loud, unrestrained cry of pure, overwhelming pleasure was torn from her throat, a sound that echoed in the small apartment. Her hands shot out, grabbing his head and his shoulder, to hold him in place, to pull him closer. She clung to him like he was her only anchor in a world that had suddenly dissolved into pure sensation.
"Ah… ah… Naruto-kun…!" More moans, breathy and uncontrolled, spilled from her lips. He intensified his efforts, sucking harder, his fingers twisting more insistently. He could see the effect in the light show playing out across her skin. The violet glow of her Klyntar Weave was a chaotic, strobing frenzy, flickering brighter and faster, a violent, beautiful storm of purple light. He was getting close. He was winning.
Hinata's mind was a maelstrom. The pleasure was absolute, a tidal wave that was sweeping away her thoughts, her control, her very sense of self. It was a glorious, terrifying flood. Venom was a silent, purring echo in the back of her mind, a feeling, a deep, thrumming resonance of shared, ecstatic bliss that ran through the very biomass of her being. She was slipping, losing her footing, about to be completely undone…
No.
The thought was a diamond-hard shard of clarity in the roaring chaos. Not like this.
A low, predatory growl, a sound that was pure Venom, rumbled in her soul, a growl of absolute, primal approval. We are the predator. We are not the prey.
Her grip on his head and shoulder tightened, the gentle, desperate support becoming an unbreakable vise of steel. She pulled back, forcing him to release her.
Naruto looked up, his face flushed, his lips wet, a confused and triumphant look in his eyes.
He opened his mouth to ask if she was alright "H-hey… Are you o…" but the words died in his throat as he felt a power that had nothing to do with pleasure surge through her arms.
He felt himself go airborne.
"WHOOOAAAAAHH!"
The world flipped, a blur of his ceiling and walls, before he landed with a soft THUMP flat on his back, sinking into the familiar comfort of his own mattress.
The ceiling swam into focus. Naruto blinked once, twice, the faint scent of dust and old paint a grounding, familiar sensation. His own bed. She had thrown him onto his own bed. He heard a soft rustling, the sound of heavy fabric sliding against itself.
He pushed himself up onto his elbows, his head still spinning. "Hinata-chan, are you okay? I didn't mean to—"
His words were cut off by another dark piece of cloth hitting his face. WHUMP. This one was smaller, warmer, and carried her intoxicating scent with an almost overwhelming intensity. He grabbed it, his fingers closing around a triangle of soft, silken material and a delicate lace trim.
His mind took a moment to process the data. Warm. Soft. Smells like her. Shaped like…
Oh.
Oh.
These were her panties.
While his brain was busy blue-screening, he missed the soft sounds of her footsteps on his wooden floor. The only warning he got was the distinct dip of the mattress as a heavy weight settled on it. He looked up, the black silk still clutched in his hand.
Hinata was before him, one powerful, sculpted leg bent and resting on the bed beside his hip. The sight made his heart skip a beat. Her stomach was a diamond-hard plane of interwoven muscle, the sleek, powerful lines of her abs. Her lower body was now completely bare, a living sculpture of divine power and impossible curves. The glowing violet filigree of the Klyntar Weave flowed down from the sculpted ridges of her abdomen, intricate bands of light wrapping around her powerful hips and thighs, converging in a breathtaking, complex pattern of light that crowned her womanhood.
"You are surprisingly good at this, Naruto-kun," she purred, the sound a deep, chest-rumbling vibration. She began to crawl onto the bed, a slow, deliberate advance like a great panther stalking its chosen prey. Her glowing cerulean eyes locked onto his, and the rest of the world ceased to exist.
"I-I just—you were—it was just—whoa," he stammered, a chaotic, meaningless stream of words.
Her hands landed on the mattress on either side of his head, caging him. Her long, powerful legs moved to bracket his hips, her knees sinking into the mattress. Her towering body loomed over him, a magnificent prison of flesh and starlight, casting him in shadow. In the sudden dimness, her glowing violet markings and luminous eyes were the only things he could see, a terrifying and profoundly arousing sight.
"Hinata, wait, we should—" Mmmph!
His sputtering nonsense was silenced as her body descended, engulfing him. Her lips found his again in a lustful, devouring kiss. Her entire, magnificent body began to rub against his, a slow, coiling, serpentine motion. It was a living tide of warm skin, dense muscle, and raw power. The black biomass of the symbiote pulsed just beneath her skin, a subtle, slithering wave that amplified every sensual friction. The violet glow of her markings became a steady, deep, and hungry purple. Down below, where her hips pressed against his, she could feel the hard, insistent proof of his arousal. Her hand, resting beside his head, subtly shifted, the tips of her fingers sharpening into tiny, razor-sharp claws for a split second.
SNIP.
The kiss broke with a wet, sharp sound. SMACK. She shifted her weight, rolling onto her side and freeing him from her full-body prison. He gasped for air, his mind a bonfire of pure sensation. Before he could process the sudden freedom, her hand moved with lightning speed, grabbing the waistband of his boxers—now cleanly cut—and whisking them away. His erection, hot and heavy, sprang free into the cool air of the room.
He lay there, panting, her face now close to his on the pillow. He felt the phantom touch of her body all over his skin, the taste of her on his lips, the startling new freedom between his legs. He opened his mouth to say something, anything, but the only sound that came out was a raw, unintentional groan, ripped from his throat by a sudden, exquisite surge of pleasure.
"Grrgh…!"
He looked down. Her hand, impossibly pale and elegant against his tanned skin, was wrapped fully around the length of his penis, her fingers gently stroking from base to tip. Her gaze followed his, her glowing cerulean eyes fixing on the sight of her hand claiming him.
"You have grown in all the right ways, Naruto-kun," she purred, her voice a low, appreciative rumble as her thumb traced the sensitive head. "Such a magnificent, powerful thing."
Her hand was an instrument of exquisite torture. She varied the pace, a slow, deliberate glide up his thick shaft that made his breath hitch, followed by a rapid, slick pumping that made his toes curl. Her glowing cerulean eyes were fixed on his face, watching with a predatory fascination as he struggled against the rising tide of sensation, his teeth gritted, a sheen of sweat breaking out on his brow. The black biomass of the symbiote pulsed over her stroking hand, a shimmering, living glove of midnight that seemed to drink the light in the room.
Through that contact, she felt it, a psychic echo, a direct, unfiltered feed of his burgeoning pleasure flooding her own mind. It was a dizzying, addictive wave of pure sensation that amplified her own arousal tenfold. A hot, slick wetness began to bloom between her legs, a silent sign to the overwhelming feedback loop they were trapped in. This was good. This was magnificent. But it wasn't enough.
Naruto felt another shift of weight on the bed. The pillow beside his head suddenly felt lighter. A faint rustle of bedsheets, and then… she was gone from his side. He blinked, his pleasure-fogged brain trying to catch up. He saw that she had moved down the length of his bed, her face now hovering just above his groin. He propped himself up on his elbows, angling his torso upwards to get a better view, a desperate need to witness what was about to happen.
Most of her towering form was off the bed, her knees resting on the floor, giving her the perfect angle. She was still stroking him, a slow, hypnotic rhythm.
"It is even bigger up close," she purred, her voice a low vibration. She rubbed her cheek against the side of his long, thick erection, a shockingly intimate gesture. The smooth, cool silk of her skin against his heated flesh was another jolt to his system. "Truly… impressive."
She leaned in and pressed a quick, wet kiss to the sensitive, weeping head of his penis.
"Ngh!" Naruto twitched, a surprised yelp of pleasure escaping his lips.
Hinata's gaze sharpened, a flicker of triumph in her glowing eyes. Her free hand moved, her fingers wrapping around his thigh, a gentle but firm grip that held him in place, spreading his legs wider. There would be no escape.
Her elongated tongue, a perfect, prehensile muscle of velvety pink, emerged from her lips. It traced a slow, wet path from the base of his shaft all the way to the tip, painting him in her slick saliva.
Naruto sucked in a long, shuddering breath.
The tip of her tongue began to circle the crown of his penis, a delicate, teasing dance that sent shivers through his entire body.
SCHLICK. SCHLICK. SCHLICK.
He let his breath out in a sharp, pained hiss. This was too much.
Her lips finally closed over the head of his penis, a warm, wet, and perfect seal. She began to suck, a gentle, exploratory pressure at first. Then, she began to go deeper. And deeper. He let out a long, low groan as she took more of him into the hot, wet cavern of her mouth. He could feel the slick, powerful muscle of her tongue wrapping around him, creating an impossible friction.
She went all the way down.
"HNNNNGGGHHH…!"
His back arched as he felt the impossible sensation of her taking his entire length, the head of his cock bumping gently against the back of her throat and going further. The black Klyntar biomass shimmered over her hands and tongue, a living conduit that funneled every ounce of his pleasure directly back into her. Her own juices, thick and pearlescent, began to drip from between her legs, pattering softly on the wooden floor below. He could feel her throat muscles clenching, milking him, before she slowly drew back up, her lips never breaking their powerful seal.
His eyes rolled back in his head, the world dissolving into a blur of pure, overwhelming ecstasy. Through their psychic link, Hinata felt it, the final, building pressure, the point of no return. As she continued her relentless, deep suction, her other hand moved, cupping his heavy testicles, her thumb gently pressing and massaging.
The new sensation was the final push.
"GRRRHGH!"
He groaned loudly, his hands shooting out to grab her head, his fingers tangling in her long, midnight-blue hair as a massive, hot eruption burst from him, flooding her throat. The sudden, violent climax caught her off guard for a split second, but her instincts, both human and alien, took over. She didn't pull back. She met the torrent with a deep, guttural swallow, her throat muscles working to intensify his release, to drain every last drop.
GULP. GULP.
She began to slowly pull back, the suction impossibly strong, her tongue and lips working in perfect, merciless move to wring every last bit of pleasure from him. She slid up his shaft, cleaning him, until only the head remained in her mouth. She gave it one final, powerful suck that made his whole body tremble.
POP.
She released him with an audible sound, leaving his erection glistening, clean, and still defiantly hard. Naruto collapsed back onto the pillows, panting, his body trembling with the aftershocks of the most intense orgasm of his life. His glazed, unfocused eyes found her, a vision of sublime and terrifying beauty kneeling beside his slick shaft.
"Whoa…" he breathed out, the word thick with exhaustion and awe. "That was… that was really… believe it."
Hinata's eyes were closed, her expression one of focused, serene concentration. She ran her tongue over her lips and then inside her mouth, tasting the last remnants of his offering, and swallowed. Her Klyntar markings pulsed, a steady, deep, and satisfied violet.
Her eyes opened and she looked down at his still-throbbing erection.
"It seems you can go again," she stated, a hint of dark amusement in her harmonic voice. "That is good. You will not be getting any breaks tonight."
Before he could even attempt to form a coherent thought, she moved. She climbed onto the bed with the fluid grace of a great cat, straddling his waist. Her legs settled on either side of his hips, her knees bent, as she sat up, her towering upper body a magnificent silhouette against the dim light of his room. His throbbing erection pressed against the diamond-hard plane of her stomach, a hot, insistent promise of what was to come.
She straddled his waist, a living mountain of divine flesh and starlight. Her fingers, long and elegant, began to trace slow, teasing circles around the weeping head of his penis. Naruto was mesmerized, his entire world narrowing to the towering goddess who was preparing to ride him into oblivion. His hands, acting on their own primal volition, came up to grip her wide, powerful hips, his thumbs pressing into the soft flesh just above the hard curve of her glutes.
The touch was like a spark. A deep, resonant purr rumbled in her chest, and her pelvis began to move, a slow, sensual gyration that rubbed her wet, slick slit against the base of his shaft.
She gently took hold of his erection, her grip warm and sure. With a slow, deliberate motion, she rose up on her knees, her hips lifting high into the air. She aligned herself perfectly, the glistening purple head of his penis poised directly over her wet, waiting entrance. For a breathless moment, they were both still, the air thick with anticipation.
Then, she began to descend.
Slowly.
"Hhhhhmmm…" A calm, controlled moan vibrated from her as he began to stretch her, to fill her. The feeling of his thick, hard length sliding into her hot, tight sheath was a slow-burn pleasure that made her vision swim. Her insides, lined with that velvety, semi-sentient biomass, began to grip and mold around him. The pleasure spiked, and a small gush of her juices squirted out, pooling on his crotch.
SQUIRT.
Naruto's eyes widened. The liquid was a pearlescent, shimmering fluid, glowing faintly with the same violet light as her markings. The scent hit him then, a heady, intoxicating aroma of chocolate, ozone, and something else—something wild, alien, and deeply arousing.
She paused for a moment, letting her body adjust to the magnificent fullness of him. Then, with a sudden, decisive drop of her hips, she took him all.
THUMP.
"NNNGGAAAAHHH!"
A sharp, ragged cry was ripped from her as his entire, massive length slammed home, his head bumping hard against her cervix. The impact sent a bolt of pure, white-hot pleasure through her entire system. Her back arched violently, her magnificent breasts thrust forward. A much larger torrent of her slick, pearlescent juices gushed from her, soaking his stomach and the bedsheets.
SQUIIIIRT!
The Klyntar Weave covering her skin erupted in a blinding flash of violet light. The black biomass of the symbiote pulsed and coiled over her skin like a living, ecstatic shadow. She held the pose for a long moment, catching her breath, her hands coming up to clutch the back of her own neck. She looked down, her glowing eyes locking onto Naruto. He was struggling, his face a mask of pure, agonized pleasure, his hands gripping her hips like they were the last solid things in the universe.
She began to move.
Slowly at first, a deep, grinding up-and-down motion that drew long, pained groans from his throat. Then, she picked up the pace, her hips becoming a powerful, relentless piston. Forward and backward, up and down, she rode him with a force and stamina that was utterly inhuman.
"Aahh…! Nngh…! Naruto-kun…!" Her voice was getting louder, the doubled harmony becoming a profound, resonant song of pure lust. The wet, rhythmic sound of their bodies colliding echoed in the room.
CLAP. SLAP. CLAP. SLAP.
Naruto, driven by a surge of desperate energy, tried to reclaim some measure of control. He tightened his grip on her hips, and on her downstroke, he met her with a powerful thrust of his own, burying himself even deeper inside her.
"AAAAAHHH!" The unexpected depth and force of his counter-thrust ripped a much louder, higher-pitched moan from her. A flicker of something primal and competitive flashed in her eyes. She began to grind her hips in a tight, merciless circle, her inner muscles clenching and milking him. The Venom biomass pulsed in waves down her body, and a thin, shimmering tendril of it momentarily flowed from her hip to his skin, a living wire that sent a direct, unfiltered jolt of her own overwhelming pleasure straight into his nervous system.
"GRRAAAAAAGGHH!" Naruto roared, his control shattering instantly, his body going limp beneath her as he was completely subsumed by her ecstasy.
She was in complete command now. Her hands slid down from her neck to her own magnificent breasts, her fingers kneading the heavy, full flesh, her thumbs teasing her hardened nipples as she rode him harder and faster. Pleasure was a tidal wave, and she was the heart of the storm.
"Yes…! Just like this…! I always… wanted this…" she panted between loud, guttural moans that were surely shaking the very walls of the apartment complex. "I always… wanted you… to be MINE!"
The word, spoken with such absolute, possessive certainty, was like a splash of cold water to Naruto's pleasure-drowned brain. He snapped back to a semblance of lucidity, his eyes widening. He grabbed her hips again, this time with genuine confusion.
"What?! What do you mean, 'yours'?!" he yelled, his face a comical mask of shock and arousal as he looked up at the goddess riding him into oblivion. "No way! It's you! You belong to m—!"
His declaration was cut short as she collapsed forward, her entire upper body slamming down onto his, her magnificent breasts engulfing his face and chest in a smothering, divine weight of soft, heavy flesh. Her hands landed on the pillow on either side of his head, her arms caging him completely. She was a living tomb of pleasure, and she began to slam her hips down with a final, frenzied, earth-shaking force.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
The bed frame groaned in protest, the whole room seeming to tremble with the force of her riding. The psychic echo was a deafening roar now, a feedback loop of her pleasure and his submission, his pleasure and her dominance, spiraling completely out of control. Her glowing markings blazed, turning the dark space beneath her into a strobing, violet hell of pure ecstasy.
The end came for them both in a single, cataclysmic, world-shattering wave.
"NARUTOOOOO!"
Hinata threw herself back up into her riding position, her back arched, her head thrown back in a silent scream of absolute release. Her entire body convulsed as a long, powerful orgasm ripped through her. Her inner muscles clamped down on him like a vise as she squirted a final, massive torrent of her pearlescent juices. A dozen sleek, black Venom appendages erupted from her back, twitching and shuddering in the air as her muscles locked and her long, pink tongue lolled from her parted lips.
"HIIINATAAAAA!"
His own climax hit him with the high force, his body arching up to meet her as his womb-kissing penis erupted, shooting thick, hot ropes of semen deep inside her, a final, desperate offering to the goddess who had claimed him.
The psychic feedback loop detonated, a silent, white-hot explosion in their minds that left them both trembling, gasping, and completely spent.
After a long, shuddering moment, Hinata's magnificent body relaxed. She slowly lowered herself, her movements languid and heavy with satisfaction. She settled back down onto his waist, straddling him, her legs on either side of his hips, her knees bent. His still-throbbing erection was inside her, pressed firmly against the entrance of her womb, a promise that the night was far from over.
The room was filled with the sound of their ragged, desperate breathing, a chaotic duet that slowly began to find a shared rhythm. Hinata remained seated on his waist, a queen upon her throne, her eyes closed in a state of sublime bliss. She could still feel the phantom pulses of their shared climax, a warm, electric hum that resonated deep within her core. He was still inside her, still magnificently hard, the head of his penis brushing gently against her cervix with every breath they took, a constant, delicious reminder. She could feel the hot, thick pools of his semen deep within her womb, a warm and welcome offering.
Her symbiotic tendrils, which had erupted from her back in the throes of her orgasm, now slid back into her body with a soft, wet sound, like serpents returning to their den. She could feel Venom, a deep, purring, and utterly satisfied presence that was now as much her as her own beating heart.
…So. The voice was a deep, rumbling purr in the quiet cathedral of her mind. That is what it feels like. The pleasure of mating. We… approve. We approve of this very, very much. We require more.
Yes, her own thoughts echoed, a seamless agreement. More.
A low groan from beneath her broke the spell. Naruto, his face flushed and his eyes still glazed with pleasure, had recovered enough to speak.
"Hinata-chan… that was… amazing," he breathed out, his voice thick with awe. He looked up at her, a look of pure adoration on his face. Then, a flicker of panic. His eyes darted around his wrecked room. "Oh, man… I hope… I really hope we didn't wake up the whole neighborhood…"
He felt another shift on the bed. His gaze snapped back to her, and he started to ask what she was doing, but the sight before him provided the answer. Hinata had raised her bent legs, planting her feet firmly on the mattress on either side of his waist. She was in a full, powerful squat now, looming over him like a living mountain. She grabbed him by his shoulders, a firm, possessive grip that made him instinctively prop himself up on his elbows to adjust.
She lowered her face to his, her long, midnight-blue hair creating a curtain around them. She kissed him again, a deep, wet, and demanding kiss that tasted of him and her and their shared climax.
"You were magnificent, Naruto-kun," she purred against his lips, making a triumphant, goofy grin spread across his face. She pulled back just enough to look him in the eyes. "And you are not getting any breaks."
The rest of the night devolved into a wild, primal symphony of pleasure. Her cries, no longer suppressed, became resonant songs of pure lust that shook the very windowpanes. His own guttural roars of ecstasy were a willing, eager counterpoint. The rhythmic, wet slap-slap-slap of their bodies colliding was a relentless beat, punctuated by the percussive, tortured groan of the bed frame. The room was a strobing, violet light show as her Klyntar Weave flared with every new peak of pleasure, illuminating the sheen of sweat and shimmering, pearlescent fluid that coated their bodies.
She rode him for what felt like hours, her inhuman stamina a terrifying and wonderful thing. Their minds became a shared circuit, a feedback loop of pure, unfiltered ecstasy that pushed them to the brink time and time again. Her inner muscles, a living, sentient sheath, clenched and milked him, drawing him deeper into the blissful abyss. His length, buried to the hilt, was a brand of hot iron in her core. He was shattered, undone, rebuilt, and then annihilated by her, over and over. Each time he thought he had nothing left to give, she would simply draw it out of him, her body a perfect engine of pleasure, her mouth and hands a symphony of torment and bliss, until he was roaring her name again, filling her with yet another hot, thick offering. The thin walls of the apartment complex did little to contain the symphony of their pleasure, a wild and beautiful storm that raged until the first hints of dawn threatened to paint the sky.
Warm bars of morning light sliced through the blinds, illuminating a scene of quiet devastation. The bed, or what was left of it, sat low to the ground, its legs having surrendered at some point during the night, now nothing more than splintered stumps. Within this wreckage, Naruto slept, his body nestled in the colossal cage of Hinata's limbs, his face buried in the divine valley between her breasts, a look of blissful exhaustion on his face.
The light brushed against Hinata's eyelids, and she stirred, her senses slowly coming online. She felt the warm, solid weight of him against her, the steady rhythm of his breathing a comforting, grounding presence. She carefully, gently, unwrapped herself from him, lifting his head and placing it softly on a pillow. She sat up on the edge of the broken bed, a silent, naked goddess in the morning sun, and looked back at him. He was smiling in his sleep.
A deep, bone-thrumming satisfaction settled over her. It was done. Her mind, usually a quiet, orderly place, was a chaotic, happy symphony. The shy girl within her was awake, shrieking with a mixture of soul-crushing mortification and soaring, incandescent joy. She had done it. She had had sex with Naruto Uzumaki. She felt the deep, purring vibration of Venom's own contentment, a silent, shared victory.
Her racing thoughts were cut short by a low groan from the bed.
"Nngh… morning already…?" Naruto yawned, stretching his arms over his head. He blinked, his blue eyes fuzzy with sleep, and then they focused. On her.
He was greeted by the sight of her glorious, naked back. Her powerful shoulders, the elegant taper of her waist, and the high, perfectly round, and impossibly large globes of her buttocks, all bathed in the golden morning light. The intricate patterns of the Klyntar Weave, which had blazed with passionate violet hours before, were now a calm, shimmering silver, like moonlight on a still lake.
He saw her turn her head to look at him, and a fresh wave of red flooded his cheeks.
"You were…" he started, his voice a hoarse croak. He cleared his throat. "You were so amazing, Hinata-chan."
A shy, genuine smile touched her lips, a startlingly sweet expression on her divine face. "You were amazing, too, Naruto-kun," she whispered, her voice a soft, melodic harmony without the heavy, predatory resonance of the night before.
A comfortable, slightly awkward pause settled between them. Naruto blinked, his eyes widening as if a critical memory had just clicked into place.
"Hey, uh… Hinata-chan?" he started, his voice suddenly laced with concern. "Last night… we, uh… we did that thing… a lot. And I, um… I came inside you. A lot. Did you… did you do the morning-after jutsu?"
Her smile widened, a soft, reassuring expression. "You do not need to worry about that, Naruto-kun," she said, her tone serene, leaving no room for argument.
Another silence, this one thick with unspoken things. She could feel his gaze on her bare back, a warm, tingling sensation that was both intensely embarrassing and deeply thrilling. She looked towards the window, at the bright morning sky.
"I should… I should return to the compound soon," she said softly.
"Yeah, yeah, of course," Naruto agreed, nodding. As Hinata began to stand, the mattress shifted, lifting slightly without her immense weight. He looked down at the crumpled bedsheets and the splintered legs. "Hey… is my bed shorter?"
She was on her feet now, a towering, magnificent statue of naked perfection. She seemed a little shy, her domineering confidence of the previous night having gone to rest. "N-Naruto-kun?" she asked, her voice softer. "C-Can I use your shower?"
"Yes! Of course! Use whatever you want! The whole place is yours!" he said, waving his hands enthusiastically.
"Thank you," she said, taking a step towards the bathroom. She paused at the door, turning to look at him with a small, embarrassed, and yet undeniably mischievous smile. "Could… could you help me?"
The implication, the soft, shy invitation, clicked in Naruto's brain. His eyes widened, his mouth opened, and then a slow, triumphant grin spread across his face.
"You bet I can!" he yelped, leaping from the broken bed, his own naked, still-sore body on full display. He scrambled over to her, took her much larger hand in his, and together, they walked awkwardly into the bathroom.
The cool, pre-dawn air of Konoha was a balm against her skin, a stark contrast to the lingering heat that still seemed to thrum deep within her core. Hinata moved through the empty, silent streets with a predator's grace, the soft padding of her shinobi sandals the only sound in the blue-grey light. Her body and soul were humming, a single, sustained chord of pure satisfaction. She had never, in her entire life, felt this happy.
A blush, as vibrant as the morning sun yet to rise, bloomed on her cheeks as the memories of the night replayed themselves in a vivid, intoxicating loop. The way she had controlled him. The way she had ridden him, pushing them both to the very brink of insanity and then over the edge. The feeling of his thick, hot flesh buried deep inside her, the way he had filled her again and again. She blinked, raising a hand to look at her own pale skin. Beneath the surface, the symbiotic biomass flowed and swam in lazy, contented silver currents.
She remembered the moment a thin, shimmering tendril of that biomass, emerging from the glowing weave on her hip, had brushed against his skin. A circuit had closed. His pleasure became her pleasure, a direct, unfiltered feed into her own nervous system. And then, her own overwhelming bliss had surged back into him. When they had shared climaxes, their pleasure had become an echo chamber of pure, annihilating bliss, a psychic storm that had nearly torn their minds apart. Hinata shuddered, a full-body tremor of phantom ecstasy, and her long tongue darted out to unconsciously lick her lips. It was glorious. It was addictive. She and Venom had discovered a new kind of hunger.
A most… satisfying… action. The voice was a deep, contented purr in her mind, a rumbling vibration of shared bliss. We approve of this… mating. We require more of it. Frequently.
Yes, Hinata's own thoughts agreed without a shred of hesitation. More. She wanted to do it all again. She wanted to dominate him, to use every dark, delicious fantasy that now bloomed in her mind, to unleash every terrifying ability her modified body possessed. She wanted to completely destroy him with pleasure while he, in turn, destroyed her.
She glanced around. The village was still asleep. Good. She needed to get back to the compound before the first patrols started their rounds. Her mind, still hazy with the afterglow of their night, savored the memories. She had no desire to share the details of her adventure with her clansmen, least of all her father. But if they noticed, if they confronted her, she would simply state the fact of it. If they pressed, she would show them just how serious she was. But that was a battle for another time. For now, secrecy was key. She was sure no one would notice anything. She had washed herself thoroughly in Naruto's shower, and her clothes were back on, neat and proper. There was no evidence.
She continued her silent, swift journey, a small, secret smile on her lips. She was almost to the Hyuuga district when a thought, a single, critical piece of forgotten information, surfaced with a sudden, breath-stealing clarity.
She stopped dead in the middle of the empty street, her body freezing mid-stride.
Her bra.
And her panties.
They were still in Naruto's apartment!
The morning sun of a fully awakened Konoha streamed through Naruto's window, a stark and cheerful contrast to the scene of beautiful devastation in his home. He walked through the short corridor of his apartment, a heavy trash bag slung over his shoulder, its contents clanking with the splintered remains of his bed frame, and some empty instant ramen packaging that he had as a breakfast. A pleasant, deep-seated exhaustion hummed in his muscles, the ghost of her touch still a phantom warmth on his skin. He couldn't stop the goofy, lovesick grin that kept spreading across his face whenever he thought about the night before, a blush creeping up his neck.
He opened his door and stepped into the apartment complex's main walkway. An old woman watering a pot of flowers looked up, her eyes crinkling at the corners. She gave him a slow, knowing smirk. "Good morning, Naruto-kun," she said, her voice laced with a newfound, almost conspiratorial respect.
Further down, a young couple passed him. The man caught his eye, grinned widely, and gave him a very enthusiastic thumbs-up. The woman beside him giggled, hiding her face in her hands. Naruto's own smile faltered. He heard whispers as he passed an open door.
"...sounded like a warzone in there…"
"...that poor bed…"
"...and that woman's voice… my goodness, like a goddess and a thunderstorm all at once…"
Naruto froze mid-stride. The trash bag slipped from his shoulder and landed with a heavy thud. The knowing looks. The whispers. The thumbs-up. His broken bed. Her voice. Her voice.
Oh no.
Oh no no no no no.
They had heard. They had heard everything.
A wave of pure, embarrassment washed over him. He grabbed the trash bag, his face burning, and practically sprinted down the stairs, dumping the evidence in the communal bin before scrambling back up, his only thought to reach the safety of his apartment.
As he fumbled for his keys, a new, even more horrifying thought struck him. If they had heard… then that meant…
"Oh NO!" he groaned aloud.
"Oh yes."
The voice was right behind him. He yelped and spun around. Karin stood there, leaning against the wall, her arms crossed. Her face was a fascinating, chaotic mess of flustered embarrassment, secondhand mortification, and a deeply mischievous, almost predatory curiosity.
"So," she began, a wicked little grin playing on her lips. "You had a… guest last night?"
"I-I gotta go! I need to… feed my plants!" Naruto stammered, finally getting his key in the lock.
"Sounded like you guys were… redecorating," she continued, pushing off the wall and taking a step closer. Naruto frantically twisted the key. Karin draped an arm over his shoulder, her gaze becoming even more mischievous. "So, is it true what they say about the quiet ones? I didn't know the Hyuuga clan taught… that kind of taijutsu." She let out a perverted little giggle. "Did she do something with her tongue? How many times did you—?"
"GOTTA GO!" Naruto roared, finally getting the door open and diving inside, slamming it shut behind him, leaving a giggling Karin in the hallway.
He leaned against the door, his heart hammering, his face hotter than one of Sasuke's fireballs. He took deep, shuddering breaths. Soundproofing seals. Pervy Sage taught me how to do it. Why didn't I use them?! The answer came immediately. Things had just… happened. Really, really fast.
His panic slowly subsided, replaced by the warm, heady memory of the night. A dreamy smile returned to his face. He had thought about her so much during his training trip, wondered if she had changed, if she still… liked him. And now… now they were one. He wandered back into his living room, the memories flooding back. The pleasure… he'd never felt anything like it. It was like he could literally feel what she was feeling, a roaring, ecstatic wave that had crashed over him and dragged him under. The way she had moved, the way she had ridden him, the way she had completely, utterly drained him and left him wanting more. It was like being dragged into a giant, beautiful, terrifying black hole of pleasure, and he never wanted to escape.
He had to talk to her. For real this time. Tell her how he felt. He wanted this. He wanted her. He sank down onto the edge of his now significantly shorter bed, his resolve hardening.
But then, another thought, a treacherous, insidious little thought, wormed its way into his mind, striking a deep blow to his manly pride. Last night was fantastic. It was the best night of his life. But… she had been in charge. She had set the pace. She had ridden him. She had completely, utterly dominated him. He, Naruto Uzumaki, the future Hokage, had been her plaything. He had read every single one of Pervy Sage's books, for research! to prepare for a moment like this, to be the cool dominant hero who would sweep the giant, beautiful woman of his dreams off her feet. Instead, she had swept him off his feet, thrown him on his bed, and ridden him into blissful submission. He had forgotten everything he'd learned!
A low growl rumbled in his chest. "No way," he muttered to himself, clenching his fists. He shot to his feet, a look of fiery determination in his eyes. "Next time! Next time, I'll be the one on top! I'll be the one making her scream my name! You better believe it!"
His triumphant declaration echoed in the empty room. He nodded to himself, satisfied. Right. Plan set. Now, for the logistics.
He looked down at his broken bed. "Yeah… and I'm gonna need a new one of these." His gaze drifted across the crumpled sheets, and he stopped. Lying there, a small, silken splash of black against his blanket, was a final, damning piece of evidence. "And… are those Hinata's panties?"