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Night had fallen over Konohagakure. The bright summer stars and the waxing gibbous moon cast their dim glow over the chiseled stone heads of the Hokage Monument. Shadows ran down from the top of the cliffs like enormous black drapes, concealing the carvings' foreheads, eyes and cheeks to the eye. Only the top of their skulls and the prominence of stone noses, chins and lips were discernible in the semi-darkness. As a result, the usually proud and protective figures gave off a somewhat disturbing impression, like their unblinking stone eyes were, for a change, blind.

The village itself, however, was for the most part fast asleep, almost completely swallowed by obscurity. Only a few streets were still lit by street lamps, which projected their harsh pale light on local buildings' façades and greenery. The Leaf's denizens were currently immersed into whatever universe their dreams had woven for them, laying in beds, on the floor, sometimes out in the street. A number of them had chosen to doze off in the middle of nature.

And yet, sleep still eluded a portion of the villagers - unless they were eluding sleep. The vast majority of this group were of the shinobi class, and the reasons they were still awake depended on the person. Some had simply been assigned the unpleasant night patrol shift, and were dispersed along the village's tall red walls or throughout the surrounding woods, on the lookout for any trace of suspicious activities. Others were plagued by insomnia, often caused by traumatic memories. These individuals were either tossing and turning around in their sheets or trying to distract themselves with various hobbies in the hope of falling asleep (writing, carving, reading…). Finally, there were some who simply chose to stay awake in order to escape nightmares.

Among all of these all-nighters, two persons, who also belonged to the shinobi forces, were currently engaged in an activity that didn't match any of those previously mentioned. They were neither on patrol nor having trouble falling asleep or staying awake. And while it could have been argued that their own hobby was very taxing physically, none would have called it unpleasant or troublesome.

Between the walls of a penthouse apartment in a nondescript building, within a bedroom, these specific individuals were currently enjoying the more physical perks of an animal species. Inside, the temperature, already warm from the season, seemed to reach boiling levels as the occupants' bodies kept emitting heat. The warm was clouded with the strong scent of arousal and sweat. Muffled gasps and long, throaty moans made the atmosphere virtually vibrate with rising desire, punctuated by the smack of lips against lips. The sweet melody was undertoned by the ruffling of the sheets and the wet sound of sweaty skins rubbing together. The room was plunged into dimness. An open window let the faraway street lamp cast a feeble glow upon the two forms writhing in a sensual and passionate tango.

Their bodies were rippling at an erratic rhythm, moving apart one second to come crashing together the next, sliding up and down the other. The mattress was their dancefloor, and their apparels were their caressing, kneading hands exploring broad and muscular shoulders or lustrous cascading hair, their adventurous tongues trailing up the edge of a shoulder or a neck muscle, and their writhing, unclothed forms furiously rubbing against one another.

Abruptly, one of the two buried their face into the other's neck, licking away at the warm skin and tasting its salty flavor. An unrestrained, deep moan escaped the "victim's" lips as they arched their body backwards, abandoning themselves to the surge of pleasure. The first figure immediately pulled back, much to their partner's disappointment.

Standing up straight on her knees, the woman shot the latter a scolding look, her bare skin glistening in the faint light from the window to her left. Large damp breasts heaving up and down from the arousal still pumping through her veins, she nonetheless managed to express herself, her tone hushed but firm:

"Stay quiet! You seriously wanna wake the neighbors up and explain what we're doing here?"

Despite her whisper and the sternness of her tone, her voice still managed to keep that oddly melodious quality to it. Her delicately beautiful face glittered with wet light, with one lock of dishevelled dark hair falling over her shoulder to her bountiful chest, and her pale, pupilless irides shone with controlled desire. To the man resting below her, she looked like the living embodiment of seductive, arousing beauty. As he stared up at her slender form straddling his belly, her warm buttocks and loins (still covered by her underwear) resting a few inches above his crotch, he wondered if this was what goddesses looked like in bed.

Every single part of her was driving him insane. And right now, her stern expression and its stark contrast with her flushed cheeks was making his lust rocket into space. His boxers felt like they were going to rip apart at the sight, and his heart hammered in his chest.

With a deep growl, light eyes glinting ferociously, he abruptly pushed himself upward, which surprised his partner and unbalanced her position on his contracting sixpack. Suddenly, he had gripped her bare arms in his strong, warm hands, and was bringing her close to his muscular chest. Her imposing breasts squished delectably against the defined pectorals as he pulled her forward. The girl's cheeks flushed an even deeper shade of red as she felt the hot breath on her ear, reveling in the musky scent emanating from him. His spiky, light hair tickled the side of her face as he leant in, and it felt like an army of tingles ran down her spine to her backbone. Warm honey seemed to flow down to her lower parts as his powerful, toned arms slid behind her back, almost erasing the distance between them.

"Right now, the only thing I care about is learning about every nook and cranny of that godlike body of yours, and making sure the only word you can say tonight is my name, baby," his low, husky voice whispered into her ear. "We've got all night ahead of us, and I'm hell bent on showing you just how much stamina we Uzumaki have in store."

Naruto, as it was him, slightly pulled away from his companion, who was shivering, a flush over her entire body. Chuckling, he decided to take action, as it seemed she wanted him to take the lead for now.

Abruptly dipping his head, his face neared the valley of the woman's breasts, his breath tickling the nipples. She inhaled sharply, throwing her head back with her eyes shut tight and pushing her torso upward. That resulted in her partner's lips brushing against the sliver of sweaty skin between the bouncing globes of soft flesh. Through the window, the pale light from the nearest street lamp shone down on her cascading strands of hair.

Luxuriant oakwood-brown hair.

Naruto stilled for an instant when his nose breathed in his gorgeous companion's spicy scent, similar to the smell of tan tan ramen (which he tried out less often but also enjoyed). A second later, he growled and abruptly lowered his lips to the curve of the girl's chest, ravishing her like a feral animal. When his lips touched the skin, pale eyes opened wide.

It was like the ivory-white of her uniform irides were not fixed on the ceiling, toward which her sweat-shining face was angled, but through the stone and brick and out into the dark and starry heavens lying above the village. He knew she had the power to do so; after, all, he had seen it in action a great number of times. Though the pair he was used to seeing had a lavender tint to them that this one made up for in purity.

At the moment, the person in question was too busy burying her fingers in his straw-like, spiky hair and breathing rapidly to use her hereditary gift. Her lover's warm lips locked around her hardened nipples and sucked greedily, alternating between each so that none felt neglected, much to the receiver's satisfaction. This was interspersed with long sessions of licking at the mounds. She felt shocks of dopamine shoot up to her brain and down to her still heating loins at each suction. There was an overall sensation of prolonged pleasure as he lathered her bosom with his saliva, causing her slender and curvaceous body to undulate and whispered words of encouragement to escape her mouth.

"Yesss… Fuck, fuck, fuck… Go on…! Right there…!"

Heat gathered in her belly and in her face: a deep red color burned over her cheeks and the bridge of her nose. Her ivory eyes repeatedly closed shut and opened wide, and her forehead was damp, with strands of wet hair plastered over her face. Meanwhile, her lips were moving rapidly, shooting out phrases in a hushed tone, and her chest heaved with her deep breaths, pushing it into Naruto's face. The most prominent sounds in the room were still the creaking of the bed springs as the two successively pushed on their knees and lowered themselves.

The girl abruptly drew the young man's head closer to her breasts, gripping his hair tighter (which sent a jolt down his spine), and pushed herself further upward in an effort to gain more contact with these delectable lips. The feel of his muscular arms wrapped tightly around her middle and rubbing over her skin, hands caressing and groping her firm and round buttocks to further the ministrations, made both her head and her womanhood ache with growing need. Beads of sweat ran down her shoulders to the small of her back, down her neck to her tended-to breasts to her belly, down her curved sides to her hips, down her creamy thighs to her knees.

When he bit down, gently, on one of her sensitive globes of flesh, the surge of arousal was such she let out a loud gasp and, out of instinct, pressed herself flush against him. Her toned belly, wide hips, milky thighs and warm underwear-covered crotch rubbed against Naruto's sculpted pectorals and chiselled abs.

This was the moment he seemed to lose all rationality, closing his arms around her and bringing his strong hands up to his lover's hips and ribs in a desperate need to feel more of the pale, soft flesh beneath his fingers. Raising his head, lust-crazed blue eyes plunged into desire-filled ivory ones a second before he abruptly closed the distance between their damp faces and crashed their warm lips together.

Both engaged in a wet battle of tongues, exploring and ravishing each other's mouth, tasting their partner's oral flavor while groans and moans sent vibrations down their throats. Naruto eventually won the contest, though his companion wasn't entirely dissatisfied. The jinchuriki's warm digits danced and clawed at her damp skin, clawing phantom lines of sizzling pleasure across the young woman's sides. She whimpered in his mouth, bucking against his stone-solid torso to gain more contact.

Her bliss was brought to the threshold of ecstasy when her partner's hot member came to rub against her womanhood through the fabric of their underwear, sending a jolt unlike the previous up her spine and to all her extremities. Naruto had also felt the wave of white-hot sparks radiate out from his crotch, making his sack contract in desire.

Breaking their lips apart in a smack, she tightened her hold on the spiky blonde hair, lithe muscles in her body flexing and stretching as she rubbed herself against the man to repeat the delicious experience. The latter had locked his legs, buttocks, shoulders and arms tight and hard as iron cables around the girl. His sculpted chest was heaving up as he tried to contain the liquid heat running through his veins and incinerating his neurons.

But all his resolve was nearly swallowed in the fiery wave of primal elation that rocked through him when one of his companion's fine hands, after leaving his hair and tracing a shiver-inducing path down his back and side, came to rub and caress his twitching rod through the boxers.

He thought his brain was roasting. In terms of magnitude and intensity this was the pleasurable equivalent of his Chakra Mode. Her strong fingers slid down his member, pulling the sensitive skin and passing over the head in a rub of the thumb that left him groaning like an animal. But what really drove him insane was the knowledge the cloth of his underpants was limiting the full sensation.

He bucked forward to encourage her further, his resolution to show his endurance having completely flown out of his brain. He only craved more of her sweet, sweet touch, and he wanted it all as soon as possible. However, that apparently wasn't in the young Byakugan user's plans.

Hanabi Hyūga, as she was indeed Naruto's companion, suddenly broke away from him and released the grasp she had on his manhood, much to his disappointment. Pale eyes glinting with lust-reinforced mischief, a maddening smile on her lovely face, which was perpetually barred by her loose strand of brown hair, she pushed herself up on her knees, making her impressive chest bounce. Light shone down on the glinting trail of perspiration down her toned belly and legs as she straightened her back, placing her hands together on the mattress. Her arms squeezed her bountiful breasts in a way that made them look even bigger.

The Hyuga heiress looked quite different from the young girl she had been years ago when Toneri Otsutsuki had abducted her. Now twenty-one years old, she was recognized for her skills as a kunoichi, one of Konoha's greatest jonin, with mastery over the Gentle Fist that reached her deceased cousin Neji's level. Furthermore, she was also reputed as one of Konoha's greatest beauties.

The young woman pushed her lover back down on his back with unsuspected strength, then leaned forward. Her nose came to caress his solar plexus, feeling cord-hard muscles contract underneath the skin. Her mounds rubbed against his waist, sending embers up his spine. Feeling him shiver from the contact, she angled her face so that her plump lips kissed the top of his abdominal pack, sending a small jolt down Naruto's body. He inhaled sharply, abs coiling like ropes. However, that sensation wasn't nearly enough for him after having her firm hand caress and grip his manhood. He was anxious for more than the taste she'd given him. With effort, he managed to reign his animal instincts in, refusing to break the sweet torture.

He wasn't disappointed. A cloud of white-hot bubbles ran up and down his spine when Hanabi's tender tongue came out and lapped at his perspiring skin. He hissed, body arching upward like a taut bow, all of his muscles contracting in unison. His biceps flexed as his arms propped him up; his powerful back and firm buttocks arched upward; finally, his toned legs squeezed his partner's soft and silky hips and thighs in a desperate embrace. The wave of boiling need shooting from his belly increased when her voluptuous chest squished against his abdomen, and sparks flew from the brush of her luscious locks of hair against his sides as it spilled on either side of her head.

Her tongue continued to trace a fiery path through his muscle-locked body as she trailed down his trunk. It slid over his abdominals, following the crevices between the muscles and occasionally slithering over the bumps, lathering his belly with her saliva as she went down. The friction of her breasts down his upper thighs shot delicious embers up to his groin. And the desire hammering at his brain only rose in intensity as she slid down his body.

It seemed to last hours. At moments she was rash and almost savage, roughly licking and sucking at a section of his pack, pressing her bosom flush against his thighs, which sent tremors throughout his entire organism and made his legs squeeze her abdomen tighter. Otherwise, she was slow and sensual, letting her tongue brush more softly against his skin, making him groan with impatience and barely repressed animal desire.

There was no way his brain would be entirely intact after that, he managed to think. His member was now so hard it actually hurt. His sack twitched and contracted, the liquid inside threatening to burst every time one of his partner's creamy thighs caressed it through the cloth of the underwear. That in turn made the muscles in his own legs clench even tighter around her, rubbing against the exposed skin, already quite humid from perspiration.

Hanabi herself was feeling the pressure of her animal instincts build up in the back of her brain. The primal satisfaction of knowing she had the power of making this gorgeous, powerful creature below her writhe and groan at her will… that was seriously starting to undermine her rational side. Her loins radiated with heat, pre-orgasmic fluids running from her lower lips and soaking her underwear as the coil in her belly tightened. Her partner's toned legs tightening around her hips, rough skin and hair tickling her skin, intensified these sensations. Each rub of her mounds against his clenched thighs and each brush of her hip against the burning hot and rock-hard shaft hidden in his underpants sent another spark to her brain, pushing her to ravish the delicious skin of his abdominals, nipping at the hard muscles.

When the young woman's exquisite mouth reached the line of her companion's waistband, both stilled, sinewy muscles coiled like springs at the next step they were about to take. The tension between them was at its highest after Hanabi had dragged her tongue from the bottom of his abdominal pack to the juncture of his pelvis and right leg, avoiding the hair in the middle.

The Hyūga heiress slowly raised her ivory orbs up, slightly inclining her face upward to meet the jinchuriki's eyes. When her moon-like gaze dove into his sky-blue eyes, each of them saw the mirror reflection of their own sensations in the other's irides: shining lust, passion, a desperate need for more and also a trace of something deeper, more profound.

A tremor shook their bodies simultaneously.

Suddenly, unable to endure the tension any longer, Hanabi grasped at the waistband of Naruto's boxers and pulled down. The young man helped her by arching upward. She pulled at the cloth sharply, over and over again, sliding it down faster and faster. Their gestures were short, abrupt, almost frenetic, as if they were guided by the explosive bouts of sensations raging in their loins. Finally, after long seconds of struggling, the girl finally tore the last article of clothing away from her partner's legs.

The latter's shaft now held erect, free from any constraint, standing tall and thick, sparse hairs on its base and on the large sack. Drawn in by the warmth and the musky scent emanating from it, Hanabi, unwilling to wait any longer, lowered herself in a kneeling crouch. Gripping the warm and meaty rod, she immediately started stroking it. Naruto's strangled growls and deep gasps, so much more intense than the previous groans, made her predatory side throb to the point of clouding her mind.

The Uzumaki didn't know if he was in heaven or hell. Having those nimble fingers close around him and start pumping the skin up and down was enough to reduce his speaking ability to: "Gah…! Ohhh… Arghhh!" and other garbled sounds. His brain wasn't much better off: he'd lost a significant part of his capacity to think rationally, and the most prominent thought echoing through his skull was an animal cry of: More… I want more! The successive shocks were making his muscles clench repeatedly, and he was sweating more than ever now.

Entranced by the subjugation she was exerting over her lover, Hanabi felt the heat in her loins pick up and her nether lips get wetter. Stroking the man's rod faster (which resulted in him gripping the sheets even tighter and gasping louder), the urges guiding her pushed her to take the next step. Leaning her head forward and raising her underwear-clad buttocks in the air, she let her tongue out to lick at the sack.

The salty flavor hit her taste buds, merging with the masculine odor, deepening her hunger. She trailed her tongue up the shaft, mouth open, while gripping the base. Once she had reached the engorged head, she stilled for a mere instant, not sparing her writhing victim a glance, then closed her lips around the tip. The taste multiplied, coupled with the flavor of precum spreading from the slit.

Naruto thought he was going to burst for certain when his lover kissed his contracting balls. The need for release was too much, and it certainly didn't lower when her blessedly diabolical tongue licked up the underside of his member. It was almost as if she was tracing a path for his release. Fiery energy shot through each of his veins, stronger than any Tailed Beast's chakra. The sensations were both divine and excruciating because of their incompleteness.

However, when her wonderful, warm mouth enclosed him, he forgot his own name. If what he felt before was fire, then this was actual molten lava spreading from his crotch to every inch of his body. A virtual volcanic eruption that went off each time his lover stroked him up and down. He was a lump of flesh and magma, unable to form a coherent thought as a hot and wet cavity expertly sucked at him. His heart was beating at a thousand kilometers per hour, his blood roaring in his ears and drowning out all other sounds. His chest heaved up and down as his lungs expanded and contracted to keep the oxygen running through his body. His feverish blue eyes were perpetually open, gazing in the blazing ocean of dopamine he was plunged in. A raspy, uninterrupted moan rang from his lips, and his muscular body shook like an earthquake, pelvis desperately raising upward to deepen the contact with his companion's mouth. He had ceased to exist as an intelligent being; only the pleasure mattered now. However, in the deepest corners of his brain, he still felt it wasn't enough.

When the girl's head began bobbing up and down her lover's rod, her hand continuing to stroke the base, she intensified her suction, swirling her tongue more rapidly around him; she knew that would drive him very close to the edge. In reaction, the young man thrashed, howling in fiery bliss; his hands came around her head to accompany the movement while his abs, buttocks and quadriceps clenched and unclenched chaotically, undulating his lower body like a drape in the wind. His partner's free hand came to rub at her lower lips, bringing herself stimulation while servicing him. She continued to suck harder, raising and lowering her mouth faster.

Finally regaining some form of coherent thought, Naruto raised his head back up, blue eyes glinting. Grabbing Hanabi's head on either side, he stopped her motion with unspeakable difficulty. For the first time since she had begun, the Hyuga heiress raised her pupilless ivory eyes to meet his gaze. Predatory desire still gleamed in her irides, but interrogation had now joined it.

The jinchuriki trembled at the sinfully beautiful picture of her damp face, matted by dark hair, staring up at him with his member buried in her mouth, her lips closed around his veiny shaft just above her fingers. Grunting, he pressed his hands against her face, pulling her upward. The effort he was making felt enormous, and he couldn't restrain a groan of regret as her lips left his tip. Sitting up, he made her follow his motions, his hands sliding down from her cheeks to her shoulders and upper arms. She shivered at the friction.

Once Hanabi was kneeling and Naruto sitting, the young man suddenly moved. Sliding an arm behind her knees and pulling up while wrapping the other around her back, he swiftly laid her down, to which she responded with a squeal of surprise. But she quieted and froze, her delicate features tinted red again, when his ruggedly handsome face loomed over her, glinting with perspiration, whiskers standing out on his cheeks and azure eyes shining with the same hunger and mischief as her a few moments ago.

"Now I'm taking care of you," he promised in a rough voice, grinning deviously. "Or driving you insane. Whichever you like better."

She shivered at his promise, but didn't have the time nor the resources to respond as he lowered himself on her. When his warm and chapped lips landed on her toned belly, she gasped, but that sound turned into a moan when strong fingers grabbed her right breast and began kneading the flesh.

The Uzumaki was both more intense and quicker in his ministrations than she had been with him, but she supposed the blowjob had increased his aggressivity. She didn't really mind, though; she was impatient, and she liked her foreplay a bit short but intense.

As her lover sucked and licked at the creamy skin of her belly, her lithe muscles flexed and she writhed. Boiling liquid flowed from where his mouth ravished her down to her crotch, making it throb with building desire. That was increased by the fondling he gave her bosom, alternating between each globe as to neglect neither, bathing her chest in a flurry of delectable sparks. When his teeth scraped at her skin, an electric shock surged through her, making her arch her body up. Rubbing her thighs together to quench the fire roaring in her loins, she groaned as she felt herself grow wetter, slick fluids seeping into the fabric of her underwear from her slit.

When Naruto's nose caught the mouth-watering aroma, he stilled for a moment, eyes wide like a predator about to pounce. Then he moved, harsher than before, dragging his lips and tongue down Hanabi's body in a ferocious assault that left a blazing trail down her torso and took the breath away from her. She writhed, legs and feet rubbing against his sides, hands gripping the sheets, as her bood boiled and her mind became that of an animal again. Only this time, she was the prey, and he the predator. Hissing and whimpering, she felt her breasts tingle and her muscles emit heat. Her long hair now felt stifling, strands plastered on her face, shoulders and neck, sweat running down from her head. She was unbearably hot and she wanted the damn panties off.

She soon got her wish, as the man's mouth neared the strap of her underwear. She tensed at feeling his hot breath on her waist, biting her lips furiously as need shot up her spine. However, she was surprised when, instead of using his hands, the blond caught the band of cloth with his teeth, grazing against her abdomen. Her breath knocked out of her, she arched up again as he pulled down, eyes glinting.

It was slow, slow torture to watch and feel him dragging the piece of fabric down her shapely thighs. When his nose brushed against her clit and she felt him inhale her feminine smell deeply, she thought her loins would burst from overheated pressure. She wanted more, more, more, and that damned Uzumaki was enjoying making her suffer, she knew it. She tried to make things go quicker by pulling her knees up, but that only increased the friction and made her lose her mind faster. Arousal bubbled and accumulated throughout her body, spreading from her groin, and she briefly wondered if it was possible to die from a heart attack at twenty-one.

Finally, after an agonizing descent down her legs, with a few teeth scrapes that had sent jolts through her, Naruto finally pulled the panties over her feet and stood on his knees, the cloth still between his teeth. He was grinning, and she couldn't suppress the thought that he looked like an incredibly smug but just as incredibly sexy fox-man.

They were both finally naked, and she took the opportunity to visually devour his sculpted chest and belly, muscular arms and defined thighs, as well as his erect manhood, still glistening with her saliva. That train of thought caused more fluids to pool in her core, and she licked her lips, almost mad at her lover for his prolonged teasing.

Luckily, he must have sensed her impatience turning to ire, because he dropped the underwear at last and crouched, advancing like a predator. The girl's temper melted away and she blushed again, feeling warm air washing over her thighs and groin as he settled his face over her womanhood. Spreading her legs on either side, he planted his elbows in between, hands grabbing at her waist. She saw his nostrils flare, and she inhaled sharply when his thumb came to brush at her slit. Her desire spiked to unprecedented heights, and warm honey flowed her brain as her body quaked. She mouthed: Now. Please.

Then, the jinchuriki abruptly lowered his mouth on her nether lips, licking at the flesh and lapping the fluids which had pooled there. Hanabi let out a cry of shock and ecstasy. He had triggered a volcanic eruption in her core: molten energy flowed down to her loins like a waterfall, drowning her in a lake of heavenly torture, because despite the bliss she felt now, she knew true heaven was building up beneath it, bubbling under the surface, and the anticipation she felt was in itself hellish. But when the young man thrust his tongue into her, all the gates of the apocalypse broke loose.

The eruption in her loins culminated, honey-like magma swelling up and overflowing at her lips, which were now thoroughly soaked. The warm muscle moving inside her rocked her core at each lick, each curl, each push and pull.

Then Naruto's lips closed around her nub, and she felt struck by lightning. Mouth open, eyes wide, gasping for air, she arched up, legs closing behind his head.

Managing to regain some of her senses, she shot her hand out to grab at her lover's spiky blond hair. With tremendous effort, she pulled him away from her womanhood, unwillingly whining when his mouth left her slit.

The jinchuriki's face was a bit red from the effort and the sensations, but he was grinning smugly, his lips dripping wet with her fluids.

The hunger in her returning with the force of a hurricane, she sat back up and pushed him backwards so that he landed on his butt. He raised his eyebrows at that, but was then absorbed in the half-mast, entrancing opal eyes staring him down.

Grabbing his shoulders, Hanabi pulled him back to his knees with strong gestures. Then, sliding her hands over them, she pushed herself forward and up. In a crouch, she slid her bent legs on either side of his hips, breasts brushing against his chest and noses rubbing, their eyes locked together in an intense staredown. The kunoichi grabbed his rod between her fingers, which earned a hiss from him, and guided it to her entrance until the tip brushed against her lower lips.

"Now," she whispered in a somewhat deadly way, "fuck me."

Then, she lowered herself onto him, ripping moans from both their throats as his throbbing, erect manhood penetrated her humid, velvety and impossibly tight folds, sliding snugly into her.

Every experience they had had earlier in their session was blown out of the water by the sheer tsunami of fiery dopamine that ran through them both. An incredible sense of fulfillment came over them both, lost in each other's embrace, linked in the most intimate and primordial ways possible.

Naruto's breathing deepened and accelerated as he felt the delectable sheath he was lodged in tighten, squeezing his hardened and throbbing length between heated, drenched and oh so spongy walls. Virtual chakra discharges shot from his blazing-hot crotch to his belly, making his abdominal sixpack and his buttocks clench. Leaning his head on the pillows, he shut his eyes, doing his best to stay in control. How, he wondered, did she manage to do that to him each and every time? The Hyuga clan heiress made him feel powerless in a way no one really had before, not even Hinata. He felt like a mere mortal, blessed with the greatest possible honor of being able to share these moments with the fiery goddess that she was.

As for Hanabi, having the warm, large, hard rod fill her insides, not far from reaching her womb, had the effect of her entire body quivering with intense, delicious energy, shaking her lithe frame and tightening her hold on him. Throwing her face up and her chest forward, long brown hair flowing out behind her, round breasts bouncing, she also closed her lids, moaning softly as she finished lowering herself onto him, sitting on his lap. There was no proper manner to describe the sensations her intimacy with the jinchuriki brought her. She doubted even the Pure Lands would give her an equivalent bliss. Each time, lightning and fire were everywhere, the passion burning her from the inside out until she melted in his embrace. No other man had ever made her feel this complete and utter pleasure and peace.

She let out a shaky breath before straightening her back, earning a deep groan from Naruto as she adjusted her position. The Byakugan user shuddered at the new twitch of his manhood inside her. Placing her hands lower on his torso, over his solid abs, she then pushed herself upwards, mustering her numb leg muscles and her arms. Rising until her nether lips had slid all the way up to the member's head, she held her position for a moment, trembling with effort and noticing that her lover had stilled, his blue eyes shining in anticipation and desire in his handsome whiskered face.

Then, she let herself fall back down, her womanhood sliding down his length as she swallowed him once more. Simultaneous cries escaped them both at the electric wave that washed over them from the renewed connection, the pair reveling in the sensation.

Suddenly, Naruto grabbed Hanabi's hips. Without a word, she began her movement again, letting him accompany her. When she slammed down his rod, he matched the motion by thrusting his pelvis upward, meeting her halfway in a slap of flesh against flesh. The sizzling pleasure returned, twice as strong, nearly making the kunoichi buckle and ripping louder moans from the couple.

From there on, they established a rhythm of matching hip movements, always meeting in a twin note of slapping flesh and creaking bed springs, also with intense cries of ecstasy. The two shinobi moved together, bodies rippling, Hanabi's generous mounds jiggling and her lustrous strands waving as she rose up and slammed down her partner's member, and the latter's muscular abdomen and thighs undulating as he thrust upward and lowered himself. Hands would sometimes wander, from the Hyuga's fingers exploring the definition of Naruto's abs and pectorals, and the Uzumaki trailing his up her belly to her delectable orbs, fondling and squeezing the supple flesh.

Pleasure built up to unfathomable heights between the two. It blazed brighter and hotter than ever, stronger than the sun itself, surging through their quaking bodies like successive lightning strikes, shaking them from their very core to the tips of their fingers and toes. The scent of sex and sweat, which had been present from the start, began to cloud the room to a whole new degree. The bed creaked louder, the sounds of flesh meeting were more rapidly paced, and the moans and calls for each other became more intense.

"Gods, Hanabi!... This feels amazing…"

"Ohh, Naruto! Harder… faster! I… more!"

As the male ninja came down from another thrust, he used the momentum from the bouncing of his behind on the mattress to sit up, still buried inside his lover. Much to the latter's surprise, he wrapped his arms around her waist, hoisted himself on his knees (the movements caused both of them to groan), and raised her up, adjusting her position against him. She shivered delectably when she felt his hard, finely sculpted muscles tighten around her sides, their bare skins rubbing against each other, his shaft stirring against her tight, wet and sponge-like inner walls. Her ample breasts came to rest against his defined and solid pectorals, his chest hair tickling her mounds a bit. Out of instinct, she unfurled her legs and then wrapped them around his waist, shapely and lithely muscled thighs squeezing around his hips, calves and heels pushing into his lower back; she also put her hands on his broad and toned shoulders, revelling in the hard texture and rough skin.

Naruto felt the heat still blazing in his core flare up to his chest at the sensation of Hanabi's smooth form rearranging itself around him, her tight insides briefly squeezing his length and sending stars in his vision. Firmly planting his knees in the mattress to stabilize his stance, he raised his blue eyes to bore them deep into his companion's ivory ones. Breathing in, he called on all the cords of strength in his arms to raise her up, his rod sliding halfway out of her, which felt about as difficult as escaping Pain's Universal Pull. Then, he slammed her back down, sheathing himself fully inside her again, and their cries of pleasure rang in harmony as a surge of dopamine rattled their spines.

The Hyuga Clan head became equally - if not more - active from there, contracting and stretching each lean muscle in her gracious legs, toned absomen, and lithe arms and shoulders to accompany the jinchuriki's efforts, thrusting her hips down and pulling back in harmony with his hips. Flesh began to slap again, the scent of sex grew thicker, and moans resonated louder and louder, to the point where one might have worried about the neighbors - which the pair had long forgotten about by now. All that mattered was the heavenly sweet movement of his shaft driving in and out of her wet folds, going faster and tightening further and mounting and escalating into skies of burning ecstasy and hungry need for more that made them both sweat and pant and thrust harder and harder and harder until…

Suddenly, they reached the Pure Land. A thousand tsunami of bliss, a million Tailed Beast Bombs of pleasure crashed into them, blasting through every tissue, organ, nerve or bone they possessed in a burst of pure heat and relief. Every fragment of their beings, from the tips of their hair to their toes, tingled and felt sweet and dipped in honey. They felt utterly purified, purged by divine fire, utter peace and completion filling them in a buzzing sensation.

Naruto's manhood, buried deeper into Hanabi's core than ever, let a stream of white, hot, thick essence spray inside, tighter around the length that it had ever been. In return, her walls flooded it with sweet, pure juices, mixing with the creamy fluid filling them up. Eyes sealed shut, forehead against forehead, damp brown strands mixing with blond hair, full bosom squished against solid chest, pelvises joined together, arms wrapped around each other's slim waist or strong shoulders, her legs wrapped tightly around his midsection, they remained motionless, a statue-like representation of incarnated bliss and togetherness.

The two shinobi's vision turned an immaculate white, a momentous flash of light blazing against their retinas like they'd gone blind. Air left their lungs in a tremendous breath, a raspy sound of pure fulfillment escaping them as they exhaled. All the muscles in their bodies relaxed in a single motion, leaving their humid forms to collapse on the mattress in a tangle of limbs and glistening skin.

The Uzumaki gave a grunt and, with some challenge, rolled sideways until he was resting on his back, thus preventing himself from suffocating the young kunoichi under his weight. They stayed this way, bodies facing upward, azure and moon-like eyes glued to the ceiling, chests heaving up and down as they tried to regain a normal breathing rhythm, droplets of perspiration rolling down their glistening skin and sinking into the mattress.

Finally, he turned his head toward her, and she imitated him a few moments later, feeling his burning gaze on her. Again, bright blue eyes met pearl-like pupilless irides, reflecting each other like the sky and the moon. He devoured every detail of her beautiful, entrancing face, such as the sleek curve of her cheeks or the elegant bridge of her nose or the delicacy of her lips. In return, she let her all-seeing orbs imprint each parcel of his strong and handsome features, from his affirmative jawline to his brilliant blond hair to his striking and cute whisker marks.

They were both glimmering with sweat, and the scent of their raw physicality was omnipresent, but in that moment, with the light of the exterior shining down on them and making the dampness glitter like precious minerals, each thought the tother looked as magnificient as a deity.

Hanabi leaned her head further towards her partner, and Naruto answered in kind by bringing his face closer. Their warm and dry lips met, and they kissed softly for what seemed like eons, letting the simple peace and satisfaction of this moment temper the raw, fiery passion and ecstasy they'd just experienced.

The Byakugan user was also the first to pull away. She bore her piercing gaze into the jinchuriki's blinking eyes, waiting to have his attention before she spoke.

"Naruto…" she began, her voice unusually soft, distinct from her usual commanding or bright tone, ivory orbs tenderly contemplating her interlocutor. "What I told you about… actually gave me the push to talk to you about something hat's been eating at me for a while. When we started this, I was afraid. Terrified, actually."

The Uzumaki was already surprised by this revelation. Hanabi Hyuga, the heiress of the most powerful clan in Konoha, one of the Leaf Village's most talented kunoichi, had been scared? For what?

"Our situation is complicated, now more than ever, and what we have has to remain secret; we both know that," she went on, biting her lip, looking more anxious. "But I… I just couldn't resist… the pull I felt toward you. Despite everything I tried to discourage myself, despite every rational thought that warned me this was dangerous, I was drawn. And though at first… I told myself this was something physical. That it would pass with time."

The male ninja's eyes widened, and his heart began pounding, resonating in his ears. What was she heading toward? And why did he feel so… hopeful yet afraid?

The clan leader took a deep breath before going on, ample bosom rising with it, which was almost enough to distract him… before she started speaking again.

"And yet, the longer this went on…" she hesitantly described, "... the less I could lie to myself. I realized that what I felt for you was something deeper, that I… couldn't get rid of. Now, we're faced with something… neither of us really expected or… thought about, and it only gives me… more resolve."

She hated herself for not being able to pronounce her sentence straightly, having to take pauses. This was exactly what had plagued her sister for so many years… no, she couldn't think about her sister right now.

Quickly scanning her companion's features, she found them still frozen, eyes wide, something between anticipation and fear and hope that she couldn't properly read. Doing her best to suppress the gnawing anxiety eating away at her guts, she gave herself the final push, forcing herself to say the words, to finally rid herself of the weight and emotions pulling her down.

"Naruto, I…" she struggled, before breaking through the dam with one final shove. "I love y…!"

She never had a chance to finish her magic sentence.

In a split second, Naruto had crashed his lips onto hers, kissing her with more emotion and ferocity than he'd ever shown, numbing her entire body apart from a building heat in her chest.

When he finally pulled away, both breathing deeply, he chuckled a bit at her open-mouthed expression, eyes wide open. Bringing a calloused hand up from his side to caress her soft cheek, he grinned widely, gazing deep into her orbs.

"I love you, Hanabi Hyuga," he declared proudly, beaming, whiskered cheeks a little pink. "I have for a long time. And honestly, I should probably have said it first, but truth is I was also scared shitless about… mmph!"

It was his turn to be interrupted. Hanabi had regained her senses, and she'd enveloped him in a kiss even more searing than the previous one, sending shivers of fire to all his extremities. He let himself be consumed by it, kissing back, lips mashing together in a mix of love and pure joy.

When they finally broke for air, they smiled widely at each other, ivory and azure eyes intertwined, hearts beating faster than a ninja could run.

The kunoichi's happy expression then morphed into one of worry, however.

"This does complicate things a lot, though," she expressed, biting her lip again. "I mean, do you think we'll… be able to amanage?"

"Of course," he immediately reassured her, eyes full of tenderness and care. "I wouldn't change a thing about this if I could. I'm the happiest I've been in a very long time. We'll figure a way out, Firecracker," he added, amused at her redening cheeks when he used her nickname. "We always have, and we always will."

She smiled back at him, though a little more hesitant, and sighed.

"What did I ever do to deserve this?" she inquired, irides shining with love.

"You were yourself, Hanabi," he responded, gaze also filled with adoration. "Nobody could hope for more than who you are, and I never did, and never will."

They kissed again, slower and more tenderly, like a page was turning.

Or like a promise for the future.

A/N: Originally, this piece ran longer, but it's come to my attention that this might be too much content in one chapter for people to swallow all at once. I've divided it up; you'll find the following part in Chap 2. Chapter 3 is coming up soon.

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ThePunner