Disclaimer: Naruto is an ongoing Japanese Manga series written and illustrated by Masashi Kishimoto with an Animé adaptation. The Manga is published by Shueisha in Japan, and Viz Media in the United States, Canada, and UK, and it is serialized by Shonen Jump. The TV Animé is directed by Hayato Date, and licensed by Aniplex in Japan, Viz Media in the United States, and Manga Entertainment in the UK.
I also do not own any of the profile pictures I used in my fan fictions.
I also do not own any of the profile pictures I used in my fan fictions.
Characters: Naruto & Hinata
Rating: MF [Mature Freakz]
Plot Association: Season 8 - after perhaps episode 181
Rating: MF [Mature Freakz]
Plot Association: Season 8 - after perhaps episode 181
With the afterglow of their previous lovemaking still warm in their tummies, Naruto and Hinata journeyed in the rain, until they made their way back to the crude hut. The princess didn’t mind the dust and spooky cobwebs that much anymore, not while Naruto was within her midst — she had far better things to think about while she was in his precious company.
Time passed, and it wasn’t long before the rain lifted and the clouds scattered, enabling the rich rays of sunshine to shower down upon the thoroughly bathed lands.
Naruto wasn’t Kiba or Akamaru — he couldn’t read the weather like they could — but he quickly made use of the sunlight, just in case there was another impending downpour. With haste, the couple secured their wet clothes in a neighboring tree, and then resumed shelter in the abandoned hut.
“Here you go,” Naruto offered compassionately, retrieving a spare jacket he had folded in his bag pack. He didn’t mind waiting in his boxers until their clothes were dry, but Hinata obviously seemed to be struggling with the resolve.
“Wh-What about Naruto-kun,” she stuttered, her stance awkward, her small hands poorly concealing creamy breasts.
“Don’t worry about me,” he reassured boldly, covering his eyes with one hand while the other held out the garment for her to take.
Hinata pursed her lips in a prim manner, her cheeks flushed. While it would’ve no doubt given her immense pleasure to wear his jacket, to relish in its smell, the princess didn’t feel comfortable taking his only means of warmth.
“Take it. I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself, if you caught a cold.”
Her Majesty’s eyes widened. She hesitated, but took the jacket from his hand. She supposed it would’ve been more of an inconvenience for him, if she were to get sick. And she couldn’t imagine doing without him for the time it would’ve taken her to recover.
With a salacious grin, Naruto peeped discreetly through his fingers as Hinata shyly revealed her breasts before shrugging into the warm garment and pulling up the zip.
She sighed — mission accomplished!
Her beauty made the hut seemed almost inhabitable, Naruto thought absently. Then he swallowed and had to work hard to ignore the bolt of lust that shot through him with the image of her half-naked body, the swell of her breasts protruding through his jacket, beckoning to him.
Simultaneous to her nervous call, he crossed his legs, eager to conceal his growing erection. But the princess was more concerned with tugging down at the jacket to hide her underwear, to notice anything — especially his riotous candy bar.
“You look great,” Naruto murmured, sweating bullets as he tried to subdue his arousal with conversation.
“D-Don’t say that, Naruto-kun... it’s embarrassing.”
“Mmm... everything about you — your voice, your mannerisms, your postures, your shy gazes. Everything. I find them adorable!”
Hinata gasped, her eyes widening, then they slitted with a gleam that spoke of impending tears. “Naruto-kun... I—
“Sit. Let’s rest until our clothes are dry; we still have a bit of a ways to go until we arrive at the village.”
Hinata sat two arm’s-lengths away from him, leaning against the wall. It was already hard enough to coop with the arousal induced by the scent of his jacket; she wouldn’t be able to keep still, if she sat any closer to him.
For a moment, the couple sat in silence, then Hinata finally got tired of meddling with her fingers. They may have left Fuugetsu but, this was still a part of their vacation; she couldn’t afford to waste these precious moments with him. There would be plenty of time for silence and solitude, once she was home alone. Again.
The silky edge to his tone made her heart skip a beat. “Wh-What does it feel like... to have the Kyuubi sealed inside you?”
The question took him by surprise. “Erm... well, I’m not sure — the Kyuubi was sealed inside me since I was a baby, after all.” he smoothed his hand over his belly, his eyes narrowing with bitter memories. “But I suffered a lot as a kid. I was always alone, and people looked at me as though I was some kind of monster.”
Hinata’s heart clenched and she bowed her head. “The Kyuubi, too,” she added in a quiet whisper, her eyes soft and sympathetic.
“The Kyuubi must be suffering, too...”
The creature’s ears twitched a little at Hinata’s sentiment. Then it shifted a little in its cage, its head resting comfortably on crossed arms.
Naruto thought about that for a while.
All forms of life — no matter the species — were born into this world with innocence. It is only after being socialized does an individual develops his or her personality and ambitions. Like Pain, the Kyuubi, too, must have had a tragic past for it to conform to such evil. But, despite the darkness, a glimmer of good must still exist within the beast — and the sage intended to find it... one day.
The Kyuubi have always been there watching over him; it was the least he could do.
One day, they would become good buddies.
Naruto smiled enthusiastically, winning Her Highness’ utmost attention. “Something tells me that — before I can attain the Kyuubi’s power — I’ll need to learn about its past first.” he hung his head, his smile suddenly glum. “It’s ironic that I’ve been living with him for sixteen years and yet, I don’t really know anything about him. On the other hand, he knows almost everything about me.”
“Naruto-kun... I know being the host of a Bijuu has brought you unfathomable pain but, surely, there were times when you were grateful for its existence, as well.”
Naruto watched her luscious lips as she spoke, admired the way her glossy hair cascaded down her back. Damp tendrils still curled at her cheeks, her eyes warm and compassionate.
“I recall, in the Chunin Exam, it was the Kyuubi’s power that helped you to win against Neji-niisan — a victory that Naruto-kun wanted more than anything else at the time.” A smile touched her pink lips. “...I think the Kyuubi deserves a chance to be saved. It deserves a chance at happiness.”
“…I think so, too, Hinata.”
Her eyes softened as that burst of confidence dissipated, and then she began fiddling with her fingers again. “I…I think the Kyuubi and I are similar…”
Naruto felt his eyebrow quirk up in curiosity.
“We have both been watching Naruto-kun for a very long time. I wonder what he is like. I…I would like to meet him… one day.”
In a dimension far beyond Naruto’s subconsciousness, in a deep, dark realm, the Nine-Tail’s lips stretched into a small smile, its eyes closed in a cool, humble countenance.
The princess averted her eyes sheepishly when he flashed a brilliant and disarming smile. Despite their talking, her arousal hadn’t dwindled. Instead, his voice only made it feel as though she was lying in his arms, and the sight of his half-naked figure didn’t exactly help to fend off her wayward illusions.
“I’m sure you’ll get to meet him… sooner than later.” Naruto’s eyes bored into hers intensely, smoldering. He could smell her arousal. The humidity seemed to conduct the electricity that charged the atmosphere, and a muscle worked in his jaw as he fought to suppress his growing hunger.
Hinata stood suddenly. She could sense the danger; feel the static energy gushing from him to her, overclocking the beats of her heart. She secretly craved what would come next — but her embarrassment activated that dormant mechanism to flee.
She tugged the hem of the jacket downward, trying to hide the fact that her panties were wet. But Naruto’s eyes were far too keen to fool. “Umm — I…I’ll go and check to see if Naruto-kun’s clothes are dry,” she spluttered, carelessly lifting a hand to her lips.
Naruto flung his hands up in surrender and rolled his eyes. “Oh, for the love of—”
Hinata screamed aloud as he lunged toward her and, the next thing she knew, he had her swiftly on all fours with her behind conveniently cocked into the air. But the red-hot desire that coursed like lightening through his veins wouldn’t allow him to stop and savor the erotic position, nor the look of shock and subservience that highlighted her face.
Quickly, hungrily, he fished his hard, lean lever from the vertical opening at the front of his boxer, shifted her panties to the side, and then plunged into the warm, familiar environment of her sacred haven.
She was tight, smooth, wet, and inviting. The princess moaned amorously, her body pivoting forward as Naruto delved deep — all the way inside — until he got to her core. His sudden assault re-ignited the towering pillars of flames born of ecstasy that were still faintly alive from her previous nuclear meltdown.
For a brief moment, Hinata felt her consciousness wilt, and then there was a spike in reception as a dynamic orgasm waltzed through her defenseless body — exhilarating, exhausting, but more than welcome.
She writhed as she delicious waves consumed and dominated, but still Naruto continued to assault her convulsing chambers, adding more might to the glorious waves that swept her away.
“Naruto-kun...” she let out a cute little whimper in his mouth as he found and crushed her lips upon pulling her up against the hard wall of his body. His tongue was a fierce and sensual flame that danced with her own, and her knees buckled under the weight of her wary body.
Naruto’s eyes hooded slowly when he pulled her from the wall of his heaving chest, the waves of libido in those oceanic depths making the princess’s bones do a quick melt.
The lovely smile that followed was disarming, and Hinata felt a spasm of panic when a pair of unknown hands cupped her hips from behind and gently pulled her backward.
It was his counterpart!
Her Highness was still groggy on her feet from her orgasm but, just before she completely lost her balance, she was seated on the back of another clone that was propped up on all fours. Oh my…
Hinata’s curious eyes tightly closed and she let out a cute mewl as the clone behind her unzipped the jacket and tucked his warm hands inside to cup and fondle her breasts. Her head reclined as a spell of gratification flickered throughout her nerves, but even more so when Naruto squeezed into her needy center once more. Holy mother of Kishimoto!
Clone number one caressed and massaged her with deft hands as the creator eased back and fro from her contracting quarters.
Desire had spoken, demanded, weaving the entranced couple into a cocoon of heady, carnal need — in this overwhelming vortex of love and passion, nothing else mattered but reaching the pinnacle of ecstasy.
“...Hinata,” Naruto murmured strenuously, her sweet, consecutive convulsions promising his own impending orgasm.
The princess said his name on a breathless chant, over and over again with each delicious thrust into her core. He captured her unpainted lips when her eyes called out to him, her fingers combing wildly through his sleek, golden hair.
Abruptly withdrawing for a breath, Hinata wrapped her legs around his waist, holding him the only way she could as he stayed standing, staring down at her, his sky-like eyes glowing, passionate and possessive. He started to move, really move — and she groaned heartily, clinging desperately to him. The flair between them was raw and carnal, and the princess reveled in his possession, his lust slaking hers.
Clone number one pinched and pulled her nipples suddenly, and her center clenched, defining the length and width of the fiery steel that stretched and filled her.
“Hinata, come with me” Naruto cajoled through gritted teeth — and the fervent need in his voice — the strain — sent the princess tumbling over that oh so familiar edge.
She cried out an adorable, ardent plea as she touched Desire’s perpetual flame and ignited, falling around him, falling down, back to a breathless, bright summit on Earth. Naruto slammed into her and stopped abruptly as he reached his climax.
The clones dispersed, and they both sank gracefully and wordlessly onto the floor. A smile tugged at their lips as they gazed unseeingly into the ceiling, struggling to catch their breath, their chest heaving.
“You’re the embodiment of everything that’s important to me.” Naruto’s voice was feathery soft and melodious, and Hinata felt the truth of his words with a visceral warmth that beamed in her tummy.
“Naruto-kun…” Tears tipped her eyes.
It was amazing just how much could transpire in a single day, just how much of a girl’s most heartfelt wish could come to fruition in but a single heartbeat.
With this, Hinata was certain that their worlds were interconnected, that Naruto was her soul mate. The hands of Time and Fate played in the sphere of her realm — the deities had finally answered her wish, and there was no end to the depths to which her gratefulness stemmed.
Another violent chapter was through — one filled with many sacrifices and grief. Indeed. The senseless destruction had ceased for a while, and although Naruto hadn’t attained the revenge he sought, found something better, instead.
He was told of events that took place decades ago — events that Jiraiya hadn’t the chance to share. He met and fought his senior student, Nagato, whom had masked his identity behind the alias, Pain and, was presumed the mastermind behind Akatsuki.
During their fierce duel, a most difficult question was posed — one that weighed more than Naruto figured he could shoulder. It was the demand for an answer, a resolve, the same that was entrusted to him by his sensei.
Jiraiya also searched valiantly for the right answer throughout his life, but failed to discover it, even upon his dying breath. However, the welfare of Naruto’s village, his people— no, the entire world was dependent upon the merit of his answer... the answer of a mere child, a sixteen-year-old.
Time bore regard for no one. The moment of truth eventually came — at the epilogue of their epic battle — but Naruto still hadn’t found a resolve. He did, however, discover the key to attain it, which was the will to believe and never give up; to push on despite the pain and change he may encounter.
“One day, I’ll end this curse! If there is a thing such as peace, then I shall grasp it! There’s something even more important than a way to achieve it, and that’s the power to believe in it!” — with these profound and motivational words, Jiraiya was inspired to write his first book, which he hoped would induce a revolution that would forever change the world.
These were the exact words once spoken but forgotten by Nagato as a child, and upon reminder — Naruto succeeded in changing the shinobi’s cold heart. The man eventually came to realize that he had betrayed himself; betrayed his past ideals. He had cast aside and forgotten his believes and moral standards, those of which Naruto had desperately clung to despite the same adversities he faced.
In the end, Nagato decided to confide in Naruto. His sensei, Jiraiya, had entrusted the boy with his will of fire, and so he would do the same.
With one final act to justify his change of heart — one wrought of charity — which he hoped would help him to atone for his many sins, even if just a tad, Nagato sacrificed himself to revive all the lives he had laid claim to in Konoha.
But Jiraiya was still gone. Peace was restored to the village and everyone was thankful and happy — but Naruto was still scarred. A piece of him was still missing — a large fragment that perhaps, even with the help of time, could not be restored.
Prologue: Weeks Earlier...
It was approximately 12:01 in the early morning, one minute after the day of that great cataclysm — the day when Pain reigned and his wrath and godlike powers were known by the people of the hidden leaf, but even more so, Naruto Uzumaki.
The night culminated with Naruto sitting upright in bed, just as it did when he learnt of Jiraiya’s death. In this moment, he knew nothing but blissful memories of the past, as the present reality was too painful to dwell. But these wonderful memories could only last for so long — and even within them, he still ached.
His heart felt like lead in his chest, with each beat pulling him deeper into a dark abyss that was the embodiment of pain and suffering. His body was weak and numb; he couldn’t help but get sucked in — and a part of him welcomed it.
Just why did granny Tsunade had to send Ero-Sennin on such a dangerous mission? It was reckless! He may have been one of the three legendary Sennin, but even they made mistakes —Orochimaru, for instance.
Naruto’s eyes hooded morosely as he fell prone to reminiscence, and a fiercer heat dawned his stomach as the images began skipping by, like the pages of a thick journal.
The Night Following Jiraiya’s Death:
A grief-stricken Naruto sat up in bed, silent, pensive, his head hung as he mourned his sensei’s demise.
Adjacent to his bed — in the middle of the room — was a table. And on that table was a well-prepared cup of noodles, a cold bottle of water, and a soda that sat sulking as of neglect.
It felt as if a dark, cloud-like shroud made of torment was lingering over his head. It was invisible but potent — and the intensity of his constricting chest justified that fact.
If that old ass toad was really the Ero-Sennin’s master then, why didn’t he save him? Why did everything have to turn out this way? If Ero-Sennin were Hokage, he would never have sent granny Tsunade on that mission... never!
Hoping to cleanse his heart of this ever-growing grudge and to flee the ravenous beast that obviously fed upon the light of his soul — replacing it with that of darkness — Naruto left his room.
As soon as he made his way down the stairs of the apartment complex, he looked up at the neon sign of a store that depicted: “24-hour shop.”
Dazed, he would have stridden right past it — but for some reason, the sudden thought of ice cream nudged his awareness. It made him imagine a small measure of closure.
Now he sat on a bench beneath a streetlight, his back arched, his forearms resting on his legs. It was quiet, except for the slightly distinct sound of moths tacking the bulb of the street light overhead, and the screech of crickets thoroughly hidden in the neighboring brush.
Naruto heard nothing — and was completely oblivious to the beautiful spectacle of the many flickering lights in village from where he sat. He only saw the memories he shared with his sensei up to this point, skipping through his mind, like a flipbook... distant, and in a somber shade of gray.
His icicle had started to melt. A single droplet of its sweet flavor fell to the ground, soon accompanied by many more of a different hue and flavor that was quickly savored by the ground—bittersweet. It was his tears. They rippled down his face, like a broken dam in dire need of repair. He wept, and yet his face was straight. He still couldn’t accept the fact that Jiraiya was gone, that his sensei was no longer apart this world.
Naruto honestly thought he had escaped the clutches of the vile fiend that lingered in his room — devouring his composure and provoking him — but it would seem the despicable creature had trailed him here. How persistent. It would seem the beast had no intention of leaving until it had its fill.
All of a sudden — out of the pitch-black darkness — he heard a subtle voice. It was Iruka — and our hero did quick work to dry his tears upon realization. But it wasn’t long before more tricked down his cheeks.
The man took a seat at the opposing end of the bench. “I heard about Jiraiya-sama,” he said with apparent condolence. His eyes then swayed emotionally — a gesture that won Naruto’s utmost attention.
“I wanted him to keep watching over me. I wanted to have him watch me become Hokage.” Naruto smiled a wanly smile. “I only let Ero-Sennin see my bad sides. I—”
“Jiraiya-sama was always praising you,” Iruka interjected. “He always spoke proudly of you — saying that you were like his own grandchild.”
Naruto’s eyes widened.
“He believed that you were the only one who was going to inherit his will. In his mind, he had no doubt about your becoming a great Hokage.” The man’s eyes softened sympathetically. “Jiraiya-sama will keep watching you. Even now, from somewhere...”
Slowly, he stood and gazed up at a luminous full moon. “He wouldn’t praise you, if he saw you being depressed. So just continue being the person we’ve all come to know — the person he always praised.” he knelt before an enthralled Naruto and reached for the melting icicle. “You can’t be depressed forever. Jiraiya-sama — one of the Legendary Sennin, acknowledged you.” he broke it into two halves, a stick on either piece. “His excellent student.”
Naruto was moved — and a smile soon stretched his lips. Then he reached for the stick of icicle. “Thank you... Iruka-sensei.”
It was the crack of dawn now. The morning’s star tinted the neighboring clouds that cradled it — like a mother would while nursing her child — a thick sheet of gold. It slowly rose up from beyond the distant horizon, as though it had just awoken from a deep slumber, highlighting the vast, rich landscapes and rooftops with its warm, saffron glow.
With the deity’s glorious rebirth, the darkness dwindled, as did the large quantity of humidity that rode upon the carefree wind. But while the sun may have vanquished the darkness and replaced it with its radiant light, Naruto couldn’t say the same for the darkness manifested by his sorrow. It clung to him, like the many feathers on a messenger hawk.
It is said that time heals all wounds, but he was skeptical as to whether or not his agonizing would ever end.
The morning’s dew still hung on the greenery, glistening, and it wasn’t long before the birds commenced their soothing melody. Perhaps it was a notification for the nocturnal spices to withdraw into their homes, while for others — such as a beautiful young maiden of a certain clan we all know — a sign to wake up and play her role.
Today, she had big plans — a harmless idea born of solicitude to cheer up a certain someone. And although she had absolutely no clue as to where she would’ve attained the courage to do as such, was adamant about going through with it nonetheless.
8:03 a.m. It was nothing short of a miracle that Naruto was able to fall asleep — and it wasn’t a restless 5 1/2 hours of twisting and turning, either. The moment his eyes closed, reality fell still and silent. Fortunately, he was also spared from having any tiresome dreams or awful nightmares.
He laid on his stomach — like a piece of log — quiet and motionless for these few fleeting hours. Perhaps that repulsive creature had devoured to its fill and finally departed — granting him that peace and tranquility he sought in order to meet sweet closure.
It was soon apparent, however, that such a conclusion was merely wishful thinking for as soon as Naruto grew more self-conscious, the demon was back — hungry and ready for more. Oh, joy! Torment and frustration lingered in his company anew, like the stink on a skunk. And at one point, he actually entertained the thought of Orochimaru’s forbidden techniques — possibly to amend what had gone terribly awry.
All of a sudden — to help shake off the thought — there was a low, tentative knock at the door, which characteristically spoke to the likeness that it was a female. And the fact that the intervals were so very far apart meant that this person was definitely not Sakura.
Roused from the shallow depth to which he was asleep, Naruto lazily sat up in bed, his eyes weary and his face pale. He yawned and scratched his stomach, before shuffling off the bed.
When the door screeched open, he scrunched up his face at the intensity of the vibrant morning’s light and saturated colors. His eyes widened when he noted it was Hinata standing at his doorstep. And she blushed and averted her eyes shyly, when his eyes roamed from her face to her torso and back again.
The princess was presented in an ivory, spaghetti-strap dress with black, silky frills at the hem. The material clung to every voluptuous curve of her burnish, petite figure. She looked like an angel that had wandered to earth from heaven and lost her way — and, somewhere, in the corner of his mind, Naruto knew the girl was his sole partner, his symmetrical half, his beautiful maiden — unseen, untouched, and her flavors still a mystery.
“H-Hinata... what’re you doing here?” he demanded in his surprise, his voice childish but coated in a layer of charm that made the girl’s face heat.
The mild scent of him — from where she stood — and his familiar yet unique aura made her heart crash against her chest and her lips part in response. But she had lost the air in her lungs to speak. She wondered then if he had any idea how breathtaking his voice was — and the force of his eyes, however tired they may seem.
“Na-Na-Naruto-kun! Um”— she shook her head, blinking up at him — “g-good morning!” she greeted with a slight curtsy, after she could breathe again. She had never seen him in his pajamas before — well, not since he got older. And just the sight of that made her lose the measure of composure she took over an hour to gather this morning.
“…Hinata. Umm, g’morning, “ he murmured her name as he slowly tousled the back of his hair, staring at the young damsel with that clueless expression he wore so well, making it even that harder for her to breathe. At this rate, it was almost certain that she would eventually faint. The thought was embarrassing, to say the least.
Hinata could clearly hear the erratic throbbing of her heart. She couldn’t help but wonder if that was normal or life-threatening. Nervousness continued to arrest her body. Soon she was unconsciously meddling with her thumbs, while the other fingers clasped the picnic basket she had in her possession.
“I...I made some breakfast,” she struggled. “And hoped we could have it together.” she bowed her head sincerely and lifted the hamper in her hands. The fabulous material of her thigh-length dress cascaded over her buttocks in a fashion that could steal the wind from any man.
“Nothing’s gonna happen if you keep moping around.” The moment Naruto frowned with little interest in regards to the girl’s humble request — he heard Shikamaru’s tedious voice resound in his mind. “You’re not in a position to act in such a way anymore. It’s the time to become the one that entrusts rather than being entrusted to.”
The distressed shinobi tried to seem wholehearted as he cast Hinata a grateful smile. Then his eyes softened somewhere between enthusiasm and grief. “I would love that,” he agreed. “Thank you, Hinata. Please... come in,” he invited in a warm voice, fully opening the door and stepping aside.
“R-Really?” The girl seemed astound as she straightened her bend. “D-Does that mean... Na…Naruto-kun and I... are on a—” her voice thinned and trailed off the moment she realized the notion upon her lips.
She closed her eyes before her darling prince charming could identify that treacherous telling gleam that dwelled within them. Then she heaved a rueful smile and fanned her hand in a dismissive gesture. “It...It’s nothing!”
“Uh-Hn.” he closed the door behind her. “Ah, sorry about the mess,” he cupped the back of his head in embarrassment, when Hinata stilled against the scowl of untidiness. “I haven’t really gotten around to cleaning... and—” his mood suddenly shifted to that of misery, as he recalled the training he had undergone at Mount Myouboku after learning of Jiraiya’s death.
“Tha-That’s okay, Naruto-kun!” Hinata swayed her hand to win his attention before he could drown in an irreversible state of depression. “I don’t mind at all... really!”
“Err, are you sure?” his gaze was sharp and inquiring. But he seemed more relieved and reassured when Hinata nodded her head without hesitation. “Okay, well... I’m going to take a shower. We can eat, after I get out. Make yourself comfortable, okay — I won’t be long.”
Hinata’s heart skipped a beat and her eyes widened. Fortunately, Naruto had already turned around before her expression could catch his eye and arouse his curiosity.
No matter how much she suppressed, the princess couldn’t resist picturing him standing in that bathroom — clad in nothing but soapsuds, with water undulating down his arms and chest and regions farther down south. Her cheeks brightened with color, as she further thought about sacred areas below his waist. She barely knew about the state of her sex much less to think about his — the audacity!
Hinata swallowed pass the hot lump lodged in her throat. Under any circumstances, was it normal for a young virgin girl to have these thoughts, whenever she looked at a boy she liked... a lot? She hadn’t a clue; her boy-liking history (none) gave her few reference points to work with.
When she realized he was standing in the door leading to the other room, watching her, she stood sincerely — like an obedient schoolgirl awaiting further instructions from her esteemed lecture. “Umm, okay… In the meantime, I will prepare the table.”
He gazed unswervingly before he left. His eyes were gentle but intense, and it seemed to make her bones turn soft. A second longer and she would be seeping through the cracks in the floorboard right now, like spilled milk.
Na...Naruto-kun’s room, a curious Hinata sighed shakily, studying the small space with evident admiration, taking in every bit of detail that she could. I have been inside his apartment before, unlike Sakura and some of the others.
She took in a deep breath, filling her nose with the scent of him and, upon exhaling, concluded that she would do quick work to clean his room. Naruto saved the village; this deed could not repay the debt; it paled in comparison — but she wanted to prove that she was most grateful in any way that she could. However, was that really the reason why she was so willing to do his chores? Did she really decide to come here today purely because she wanted to offer her condolences and gratitude? If nothing else, it was a good excuse.
Hinata blew out a sigh of relief, and then rubbed her forehead with the back of her hand. “Well, that ought to do it... and just in time, too.” she looked around the room with evident satisfaction, and then smiled at her grand accomplishment.
The room seemed to sparkle now as opposed to glowering earlier, as if it were thanking the princess for her effort and a job well done. The bed was perfectly spread and the laundry neatly folded and stacked within a basket. The furniture was thoroughly polished and the rug beneath the table dusted off. Finally, she had properly disposed off all the garbage lying around, opened up all the windows to let some fresh air in, and then prepared the table with the food she had made at home.
In time, the door adjacent to the bed opened, that lazy squeal sending Hinata’s heart crashing violently against her rib cage. She lost the air in her lungs at the devastating collision — hopefully, her insurance that was composure could cover it.
“Something smells great!” Naruto sauntered casually into the bedroom. He was wrapped in nothing but an aqua bathrobe and a cream towel around his neck. The visual was disarming, and Hinata’s entire face began turning pink...rapidly!
Pursing her lips coyly, she noted that he smelled more of soap now than his original intoxicating fragrance. Perhaps that was for the best. Though, she could recognize a tinge of disappointment. The chibi that was her inner goddess, on the other hand, was openly pouting.
The sweet scent of soap upon his skin made her remember the image of him in the bath, garbed in nothing but suds. The thought made her eyes automatically begin to drift downward but by god, she had to restrain herself by the time she got to his stomach. She knew danger. Her blood was electric in her veins, and her heart was galloping, like an untamed black stallion in her chest.
Still, she gawked at him while sitting on her heels around the knee-length table, admiring his irresistible flair. His hair was still damp and curly from the shower — a beautiful, sleek plain the hue of honey that lay seductively over his forehead. Tendrils were everywhere, but her gaze soon drifted to his perfect lips, and then to his eyes. They were the color of the ocean — deep and filled with untold mysteries, just like the calm misty blue. The princess hunted for the answer to a particular question in them, but the sea was too vast for her to discover what she sought.
Naruto-kun... she studied the broad cut of his shoulders and the long, strong length of his arms. He was so handsome...
“Wooow,” Naruto exclaimed — disrupting Hinata’s lascivious scrutiny — practically drooling at the magnificent appearance and smell of the various kinds of gourmet dishes.
The combination of aromas filled the room, some seeming to take on a physical form so as to caress beneath his chin, coaxing him to sample, to dominate what he craved — and he craved everything!
The young sage may be an epicure, but he knew those who were not enthusiasts couldn’t possibly tell the difference between that and a gluttonous pig. In other words, he would have to mind his manners in Hinata’s presence — though, restraint was never one of Naruto’s strong points.
“Breakfast”, he recalled her saying. This was more like a feast for at least 20 or more people! It was unbelievable that so much food could fit in that small picnic basket. Was there an alternate dimension in that thing?
Everything looked so delicious, from the rice balls, bread, and cheese, to the miso soup, boiled eggs, and pancakes. And, of course, Naruto neglected everything that had his face adorned all over it — literally. The sight of that always gave him the heebie-jeebies — heck, eating himself didn’t exactly seem normal. It was downright creepy and uncomfortable.
“Everything! Everything looks so amazing, Hinata,” a salivating Naruto complimented candidly, his eyes never leaving the food. “Did you do all this yourself?”
“Uh-Hn,” she verified, tapping the tip of her forefingers together. “...I wanted to do something special for Naruto-kun.”
Touched, the warrior’s eyes softened. She could see his appreciation. She could almost feel it. “Hinata.” his lips curved beautifully. “Thank you... really. I needed this.”
The princess beamed at him and nodded her head, like a child who had just satisfied her taste buds on a double serving of her favorite ice cream Sunday. “You’re welcome.”
All of a sudden, Naruto started to look around, agitated, and then blurted out a long, high-pitched: “Ehhh? M-My room,” he stuttered as the towel fell to the ground from around his nape. And he pointed a trembling index finger in an open space that was perhaps the filthiest. “It’s—”
“Clean,” a proud Hinata took the liberty of finishing the rickety sentence, somehow pleased by his flustered state. “I tidied the place up a bit, while Naruto-kun was taking a bath.”
Naruto rubbed the back of his head, shamefaced, and yet a half-wide grin stretched his lips. “I-I don’t know what to say.” I thought you said you didn’t have a problem with it, he pondered, pouting inwardly.
“Na-Naruto-kun doesn’t need to thank me,” Hinata said meekly, looking down at her hands that rested atop her thighs as she tried to gather and retain her decorum. “I-I wanted to do this.” Almost automatically, she pressed a curved index finger to her lips, and then glanced up at him from beneath her eyelashes. “I hope you like it.”
She swore she saw him blush then, but he color vanished from his cheeks so fast that she wondered if she might have imagined it.
“Hinata...” Naruto pronounced her name in a way he had never done before — a manner that made her skin sprung goose bumps. Was he extracting sweet vengeance? “It’s amazing.” his voice was low, complimentary, and almost seductive, if she didn’t know better. “You’re amazing.”
His unexpected, velvet-like words and that captivating gleam that flashed in his eyes made her gasp — and she dropped her head before she could lose anymore of her valuable composure.
His gorgeous face: eyes, nose, cheeks, lips and all was such a distraction and a hazard to her poise that Hinata decided to try and not look at it anymore than courtesy absolutely demanded. His sweet words were obviously more of a threat than she bargained for. Watching him secretly was a more prudent approach, if she really valued her consciousness.
“Let’s dig in!” Naruto said when he was certain she would not reply. Heck, even Sai could have easily pointed out that the girl was highly sensitive to his words. She was excessively shy, especially when the one she admired was in close proximity.
“Itadakimasu,” Naruto said musically, when he had plopped himself down on a cushion, crossed-legged. He quickly reached for his chopsticks, and then detached the pair while making some blissful sound with a watery mouth.
Our hero made haste to sample everything from each dish, evidently chewing less than the appropriate number of times the doctor ordered. He indulged his taste buds with everything except, of course, the menus that had an overly cute art of his head depicted on it.
But, alas, it soon became apparent that he might succumb to temptation. He couldn’t help it — there was a shortage of pastries and Hinata just had an innate talent for making them. They were absolutely delectable! It was a recipe with an obsessive flavor, which guaranteed the young maiden absolute possession of his very soul!
Her inner goddess smirked, rubbing her hands together ominously at the truth of that.
Naruto’s belly twitched in contentment. Everything was scrumptious — and god knows he would’ve French kissed his ten fingers, if Hinata wasn’t here, despite the fact that no form of food was smeared on them. He may as well do it — since he might have already showed the girl that gluttonous persona he wanted to conceal.
“Have as much as you’d like,” she informed in veneration, having already ate to her fill. Now, she watched him; watched in love and affection as he enjoyed her personal home cooking— wait what?!
She blushed fiercely and averted her face subsequent to the realization of her open emotions.
“Thanks, I will. Everything tastes so good! You’ll make a great wife one day, Hinata.”
Naruto didn’t look up when he said those words, and maybe it was a good thing that he hadn’t — but the open remark still made Hinata’s face heat. And she almost said his name in response on a tone that was everything but erotic. She may have stifled the amorous moaning of his name, but a breath still escaped her lips — one that had enough wind to win our warrior’s undivided attention.
“Hmm.” Naruto stopped and arched one brow in question. His soft, sky-like eyes were appraising even as noodles extend from his mouth to the bowel. “Seriously, I really love your cooking,” he mumbled with his mouth full, and then like a noisy vacuum cleaner — sucked the rest of the noodles into his mouth and started chewing.
The sheer sound and sight had Hinata’s lips parting in a sultry fashion — but the noodles were not what interested her. That certainly was not what she craved, not in the least.
Her heart throbbed as further thoughts invaded her mind, but not just her heart... never just her heart when he was so close to her. This wasn’t the first or second time that Hinata felt this strange sensation — this strong and consistent convulsion below her waist. And it always seemed to occur while she was in Naruto’s company for an extended period... alone.
For some reason, she wanted him to put his hands on her; she wanted to be touched… everywhere. She once thought that a simple hug may have sufficed, but it was becoming clear that it would not. Was it appropriate to think or feel this way?
She soon got a hold of herself and addressed his latest commentary with a remark that was hardly auditable. She wondered what her face looked like, and tried unsuccessfully to relax — but the electric current that seemed to be originating from somewhere in his body never slacked.
Occasionally, the princess would permit herself a quick glance in his direction. But he was too caught up in eating to realize. It was a wonderful treat.
Abruptly, Naruto reached forward to retrieve a container with jelly-stuffed rice balls — and the sudden proximity of his long fingers to her hand sent her heart into frenzied palpitations. Hinata struggled to keep her face composed though, her cheeks brightened with color.
The corners of his lips pulled up into a crooked smile, stopping her breath and her heart, before he bit down into a rice ball in hand. Delight spread over his face as the cloud-like filling melted in his mouth. And his facial expression almost seemed like an invitation to lean forward — despite the nerve-racking shyness — and pinch away the grains of rice that smeared the corner of his mouth, one-by-one.
Hinata battled valiantly to fight off the urge, for she knew any level of contact she had with him could possibly have her bursting into flames — lustful flames that would be nearly impossible to extinguish once they had ignited.
The princess felt a profusion of emotions: confusion, sadness, frustration, and even a tinge of anger — because to this day, she was certain she completely knew herself and had achieved almost full control over her body through intense training and meditation. Yet, at this very moment, she was struggling to steady the reins of her control, to subdue her rising desire. It was consuming her rationality.
“I’m sorry about Jiraiya-sama,” Hinata blurted out, showing no hesitation in wanting to offer her deepest condolences or rather, to change the subject.
Initially, she did not intend to speak of the man. Yet, it was either she changed the energy in the atmosphere or do something very stupid and nigh unforgivable.
Like she planned — a disturbing sacrifice — the spark in the atmosphere shifted; a knife pierced her lust, but her heart was run through, as well. She could only imagine what Naruto felt, and her chest tightened at the thought. Now it was a battle to hold back her tears.
There was an awkward, prolonged moment of silence. The princess could feel the thick waves of depression rolling off him, and she could think of nothing to say.
“Hinata... it’s fine,” he finally said after a while, failing miserably at sounding wholehearted and unscathed, assuming that was his intention.
She glanced up at him with evident contrite about the subject, but he was staring into his bowl of soup, his eyebrows pulling together.
“It’s no big deal. I’m alright now. Someone told me that Ero-Sennin believed I was the only one who was going to inherit his will of fire… that in his mind, he had no doubt about my becoming a great Hokage. I was also told that he wouldn’t praise me, if he saw me being so depressed.”
As he spoke, the dejected edge left his voice and color returned to his pale face. “I have a mission resting squarely upon my shoulders to fulfill that was left by Ero-Sennin to fulfill — so I don’t have any time to be moping around.
I need to get stronger if I hope to bring to fruition — not only my sensei’s dream — but mine, as well. Also,” his eyes narrowed in determination, “I haven’t given up on, Sasuke.”
Hinata’s mood seemed to change in that instant, particularly at the key words “moping around.” It shifted to something around the lines of indignation — a level of indignation that obviously outweighed the fact that she was probably being a tad selfish and insensitive.
Of course, she was impressed. Of course, she was proud — but she felt neglected and upset for the most part. She wanted him to share his burdens and the pleasures of his achievements. She wanted to be recognized. She wanted to know what he thought of her existence. She wanted to be his... through everything.
In the spur of the moment, Hinata was suddenly headstrong — adamant to learn of Naruto’s feelings toward her, whether or not they would bring her absolute disappointment and grief or immeasurable happiness and satisfaction.
It occurred to her then that, perhaps that point in time, when she had confessed her love to him on the battlefield, should remain lost in the flow of time, if he did not feel the same level of affection she did for him.
“N-Naruto-kun!” his name was hot upon her lips, and she averted her eyes, just her eyes, as a precaution to preserve the little confidence she had gathered. “What—” she hesitated, dropping her eyes — “what do you think of me? D-Do you think I am pretty?”
Her words were hardly above a whisper as she tried to mask the note of petulance in her voice. They were so low that she had a hard time hearing them over the loud thrashing of her heart — and that made her wonder if he could. A sudden flash of surprise over his face answered her question.
Their eyes held, and the silence deepened — and changed. Flickers of the electricity she had felt moments past began to charge the atmosphere once more as he gazed unrelentingly in her eyes.
It wasn’t until her head started to swim did Hinata realize she wasn’t breathing. When she drew in a jagged breath — breaking the stillness — she averted her eyes again, a fierce flush staining those plump cheeks.
But was embarrassment really the emotion she was supposed to be feeling? Was it not despair and sorrow? Naruto’s hesitation gave root to speculation — and Hinata held fast to the notion that the fleeing gleam she spied in his eyes were supposedly of uncertainty, pity, and disgust. In other words, her love was unrequited — and the chibi of her subconscious stood dumbfounded by the horrid revelation.
Abruptly, Naruto averted his gaze, his eyes guarded. And Hinata bit her lip and was glad he couldn’t know just how much that hurt. It was better that way; he had enough anguish to deal with as is. His ordeals over these few months have been harsh and unrelenting.
The princess hadn’t realized the moisture in her eyes had spilled over. She quickly rubbed the back of her hand across her flushed cheek, and sure enough, traitor tears were there... betraying her.
Naruto frowned, heartbroken when he saw tears in her eyes. His facial expression was of agony, as though he had been impaled by a samurai’s sword. “Hi-Hinata—” he called, but was almost immediately obstructed.
“Do you remember what I said before I fought Pain?”
The question made her heart clench, despite her solemn countenance. And Naruto gasped in response, the inquiry evoking that not so distant memory.
Pain held his hand forward, intent visible in those calm yet sinister eyes. They were deep, cold, and sad — a void filled with malicious ambitions and chaotic ideologies. “It’s time for you to come with me,” the demigod said, towering over the sage like a bad omen in his black cape.
Naruto gasped, prostrate and bounded there on the barren ground by the man’s black iron rods.
The demon’s pupils enlarged in preparations for his next heinous move but, just then, quick footsteps pierced the tension that had formed between the two. Time seemed to slow to the moment when Hinata leaped into the air, capturing the titan’s inquisitive gaze.
She attacked the villain upon her descent, but missed, her assault creating a large crater beneath her. How horrible, she said mentally, when the dust had cleared. She looked to her comrade in distress, and then back to her adversary. Naruto-kun’s movements are sealed away due to those rods. “I won’t let you lay a finger on Naruto-kun!”
“Reinforcements,” Pain assumed, sporting that ever-composed countenance.
“Why did you come here,” Naruto demanded, obviously not enthused in the least. “Hurry up — run! You don’t stand a chance against him!”
The beautiful maiden made some sound — something matching a breath of protest. “I know that I’m being selfish,” she admitted in a subtle tone.
“What are you talking about?” Naruto was frantic. “You don’t need to be here! It’s too dangerous!”
“I stand here on my will alone.” she remembered a scene from the past, when an adult of her clan was carrying her off, after Naruto had saved her from a gang of bullies. “This time, I will save you. I’ve always been a cry-baby and always just gave up before trying. I kept thinking everything I did was wrong, but you showed me the right path to take, Naruto-kun!
I’ve always been chasing you. I always wanted to catch up to you, to walk with you, to be with you. You changed me, Naruto-kun — your smile saved me. That’s why I’m not afraid... to die protecting you... because... I love you, Naruto-kun.”
Slowly, his eyes glum, Naruto lowered his head which, in Hinata’s opinion, seemed like a gesture stating the fact that he could not bear the weight of the world and her feelings for him at the same time. The child of prophecy of which The Great Toad Sage spoke, could not have a family while the world was engulfed in such darkness.
But needless to say, Hinata was willing to wait.
“Hinata...” Naruto’s eyes darkened with many emotions — but of those, she could not perceive. His eyes were filled with mystery, a bottomless sea of enigma that she could not decipher, even with the power of her eyes.
“It-It’s nothing,” she gushed while shaking risen hands in dismissal. “You don’t have to think about that. Forget what I said. Oh, that’s right,” she looked to the corner of the room and got up to fetch whatever it is she had placed there.
Hinata stood with care, worried her balance might have been affected by the tinge of electricity that still ran throughout her body. She walked across the room — lightheaded and wobbly — and by this time, she was obstinate that her endeavor to change the subject had prevailed.
Though, hadn’t she resolved to abstain from reminding him of her confession on the battlefield? Well, so much for that resolve.
“I-I baked you a cake... as a means of officially thanking you for protecting me.” she smiled, as high-spirited as possible. “Pain might have realized I was still alive, if you hadn’t started fighting with him again.”
Nervousness continued to play over Hinata’s body — like the wind through a rolling meadow of beautiful but delicate flowers. It almost crippled her, making it harder to breathe, harder to think straight and harder to maintain her sincere facial expression.
Her indignation and sadness were gone — like large volumes of liquid being exposed to temperatures far below zero degrees, replacing it with massive glaciers of embarrassment.
While making her way across the room — back to the table — Hinata toppled in her clumsy state and Naruto stood, hoping to save her, only to have a flying cake plaster all over his unsuspecting crotch.
“Oh crap,” he exclaimed with that dumb look on his face.
Na...Naruto-kun! Hinata’s eyes were wide with horror, her forehead red from its impact to the floor. “F-Forgive me,” she apologized almost instantaneously, and then made haste to fetch a napkin after scraping herself up off the floor.
Kneeling before him, the young maiden did her best to wipe the chunk of calorie away — but, unfortunately, that’s not all she was wiping away. She was wiping away his composure, his rationality, and his will to resist falling prone to temptation and having his way with her as Desire specifically commanded.
All the while thinking that a girl had never before touched him in this way, Naruto’s body went taut, his fingers stiffened, and his toes curled. There was not a word upon his lips. He couldn’t find his tongue, and it wasn’t long before he got a rather demanding erection — hard forged steel.
Before Hinata could reach down to fetch another napkin, her eyes innocent and cute, his vessel began tapping her forehead each time he throbbed. She was flabbergasted, and she froze when she realized where her wiping centered.
For a second that seemed to stretch through to infinity, the princess’s heart and breathing stopped. It was as if she were caught in a momentary state of suspended animation — and it wasn’t long before a bright layer of pink rose from her collarbones to the crown of her head, like a tide that was embarrassment.
W-What is this? What’s this hard, warm thing from Naruto-kun on my forehead?
Hinata gasped, her eyes widening when she finally understood just what exactly she had done to him. She had broken something! She had unintentionally mutilated his body somehow, and, she would never be forgiven for it.
With an incoherent flurry of words, Hinata stood awkwardly, trips over her own feet again, and falls against him. They both tumbled to the floor, her on top — and she could distinctly feel what she had done to him on her thigh, throbbing like an erratic heartbeat.
Naruto’s once passive and morose aura was flaring by a rush of adrenaline now. Words couldn’t possibly explain what had become of Hinata’s — but the fact that she had broken into a sweat meant that it was nothing less than overwhelming.
Her sensitive chest was fast against the hardness of his, and she was already pulsing between her legs, almost violently — a level of sexual awareness that was completely new to her. She didn’t know what to think of it, but her body knew well what it yearned. Though, did she possess the mental power to dispose herself to its needs?
Naruto’s eyes were as wide as Hinata’s, filled with shock — but hers soon half-lidded with something else as desire rooted even deeper into her core. Desire was not all she felt; however, there was a tight grip of guilt in the pit of her stomach. She had done something very awful to her darling prince and yet, he did not whimper nor writhe in pain. There wasn’t even as much as a pained crease in his forehead.
Instead, behind the evident spell of shock in his eyes, it would seem he was as lustful as she was. Now, the maiden was as confused as she was sexually aroused — and she propped herself up on her arms.
Time seemed to slow to this moment. Naruto could hear the dangerous pace of Hinata’s heartbeat, and her breaths came quicker through parted lips — a sweet, warm breeze against his face. He could smell the fragrance of the shampoo in her hair, the soap upon her skin, and the freshness of her clothes.
Tresses of hair branched off along either side of her face, her beautiful eyes obscured by the shadow cast by her bang. Naruto then noted her rosy cheeks and, at the same time, examined and relished in the feel of her soft, warm body against his.
Below the tempting curve of her lips, he allowed his eyes to journey from the hollow of her chin, along the slender length of her throat, to the threshold of your enticing cleavage. Her breasts were soft, smooth, and creamy, he assumed, merely by a brief glace. And it proved most difficult to tear is eyes away. Every fiber of his being wanted to feel and taste them — and he knew it would only become harder to resist with time.
Every passing second, however embarrassing, was a gift — a new experience and feeling for them both to savor. And they delighted in its taste, grace, and glory, never wanting to move, loathing the idea of this moment’s inevitable end.
Finally, Naruto’s gaze shifted and settled on Hinata’s unpainted lips. They were lovely, and he couldn’t help but note that they were thinner in comparison to Sakura’s. They were thin but luscious, making him wonder about their unique taste. Oh, how he yearned to have them on his.
Unable to help himself, he flashed a glace to her breasts again. Hinata’s were by far larger though, in comparison to Sakura’s, that is — and he proceeded to think how they would feel and fit in his hands.
A passionate light lit in her eyes, the princess slowly lowered her head — locks of her hair caressing her prince’s cheeks — and licked the icing from the tip of his nose. It tickled, but the sensation made Naruto throb rigidly in response, nonetheless. And not only a few times, either.
Motivated by her decision in this — automatically, intuitively, the young sage lifted his head. He watched as her eyes drifted close before he could lightly touch her chin with his lips. Her eyelids twitched, but her eyes remained close, as if there was something more, something special and in particular, that she was expecting him to do.
He knew just what she was silently requesting. The truth of it rippled through her to him, like a warm tide — and the idea lingered at the tip of his mind, coaxing him to proceed with much passion. Without a moment’s more thought, he closed his eyes and gently brushed his mouth against her trembling lower lip. It felt like a soft, warm cloud beneath his, and as brief as it was — “amazing” couldn’t even begin to describe the level of pleasure he derived in that fleeing instant.
As for Hinata, her entire body trembled in response and her nipples ripened against the wall of his chest. If her mind told her that this was wrong, then why did her body say otherwise — and which one was she to heed?
Gradually, she reopened her eyes when his head met the floor once more. And after muttering a word of apology, she neared her face to his so that she could brush his lips in an echo of his feat, sampling his flavor again.
Their hearts thrashed together.
Naruto-kun’s lips are on mine, she beamed inwardly. My... my first kiss...
When the maiden’s eyes reopened — once she had raised her head — Naruto studied her face carefully. It was strange that he had never looked at Hinata in a different light before, until today. The girl was beautiful. She had a slightly round, childish face, plump cheeks, and her silky hair was like a moonless night sky. Her eyes were innocent, deep and gorgeous... but troubled. He could note the twinkle of sadness that dwelled within those mesmerizing depths.
Displeased with the blemish that tainted what he thought was the epitome of beauty and grace, Naruto decided to relinquish this measure of unhappiness. And with that, his warm, velvet-like lips were pressing very softly against hers — a promise, a wish, and a resolution.
But, what neither one of them was prepared for was her response.
Blood sizzled under her pale skin, gushed throughout her veins, and burned in her lips. Her breath came in a wild, telling gasp, and her tiny fingers clasped the collars of his bathrobe, clutching him to her. Her lips parted and her throat went dry, as she breathed in his intoxicating scent.
“Hi-Hinata,” Naruto muttered breathlessly when their lips were separated; when she was finally able to yank back on the reins of her control. “Is this alright?” he asked slowly, weighing her reaction.
“Uh-Hn,” she nodded her head, like a toddler that had secretly done a bad deed. She took her time to steady her shaky breaths, even though she had began — almost automatically — rubbing her centre along the surface of his bent leg. “I-I love Naruto-kun; so long as it’s you... it will be okay.”
“Hinata…” he kept his face perfectly composed though, a peculiar gleam lit in his eyes — a soft light that Hinata apparently deemed less a threat in her state of arousal.
Naruto could distinctly feel the smoothness of her hindquarters, moving up and down his naked thigh. Her slow and erotic movements, not to mention the heat between her legs, proved unbelievably arousing. It made his erection greater — and all the while, he could sense that she was getting wetter.
He knew exactly what it meant — what with being forced to proof read Jiraiya’s novels all the while, upon their travels. The man regarded it as training — the training of the mind, he always assured with that big, ridiculous laugh.
For once, Naruto was appreciative of that perverted side of his sensei. The man was probably looking down on him right now, with that goofy grin and thumbs up… from somewhere.
“Why did you apologize before?” Naruto’s voice was low and repentant, but Hinata’s keen eyes couldn’t dissect his expression.
She wondered what he could be sorry about, and her curiosity rooted deep, despite her sexual craving. But, more importantly, it was better to bide her time in gathering herself to answer his question — his embarrassing question, his heart-racking inquiry... god give her strength.
“I—” she hesitated, averting her gaze — “I did something to hurt Naruto-kun.” her words, no more than a whisper, coincided with a strong pulsation of his masculine package. Her cheeks were scarlet, when she glanced down in a telling gesture to where the bulge poked her thigh, and then met his curious eyes anew.
It didn’t take long for Naruto to understand what she meant — and he looked down, as if the girl was transparent, as if he could see past her creamy cleavage — to his pulsing pride.
He reclaimed her eyes. “Hinata, it’s really not what you think.” he tried to stifle a smile of amusement, though his lips still twitched.
“What...what do you mean?”
“What you did... what you feel,” he looked down again,” is actually well… umm… my dick.”
“Na-Naruto-kun's... dick...” Hinata repeated casually, obviously confused and unaware as to what she just reiterated.
Naruto smiled, finding the girl’s ignorance in this to be quite intriguing and adorable — how delightful. He liked the fact that, in a sense, she was as naive as he was. And her shyness made him more relaxed and, well… creative.
“It means... it means that I’m aroused.” her brows still slightly creased in uncertainty. “It means that I find you incredibly attractive... that I like you a whole lot and I want you to be mine. Hinata… I want to make love to you.”
Crash! Her composure crumbled, shattered, like a sheet of glass against hard, jagged rocks. She could but hear the strident sound as the pane of glass scattered into a thousand glittering fragments beneath the weight of his words — and she was certain he wouldn’t have given her the time to recover the pieces.
Naruto smiled his breathtaking smile again, stretching those perfect lips, and Hinata’s eyes propped wide open as she continued to process his confession. Like an old engine — far past its prime — her heart slowed to a stall before pulsating; roaring back to life with newly found vigor. Her pulse was erratic, and she could feel her blood heating to a dangerous boil. Her temperature rose, her body overheating...
Just before the dominant, beast-like heat surfaced far enough, however, to seize — like a cold-hearted pirate — her consciousness, Naruto started to squeeze her breasts with curious but gentle hands. Hinata responded, almost instantaneously, her eyes tightly closed, her forehead creased with lines of delight. And her lips pursed, and then parted on a sweet breath.
Naruto had only dreamt of moments like this — another craving listed in his super-duper long list of “Uzumaki’s Boyish Desires”.
He had always thought Sakura’s breasts would be his first. But, then again, he wouldn’t want what happened to Jiraiya many years ago — courtesy of Tsunade — to happen to him. Beaten to a bloody pulp because of peeping or groping seemed too harsh a punishment, if you ask me. Just the thought gave him the shivers.
Hinata didn’t seem to have a problem with being fondled by him; she squirmed in satisfaction on top of him — and, if anything else, she wanted more.
Naruto felt as though he was in heaven, when he had successfully pushed the disturbing thought of being clobbered into oblivion aside. Hinata’s breasts were warm and plush over her dress. They filled his hands completely, and she made some low, provocative sound beneath her breath as he further indulged himself in this childish fantasy.
His sensual caress soon made her begin to feel a consistent series of pulsations deep within her core, more potent than before. His actions made it even harder to suppress the warm liquid that trickled down her highly sensitive walls. She could feel it and, for some reason, it made her more self-conscious and embarrassed.
Abruptly, the princess sprang to her feet from the temptingly soft yet firm, warm, masculine surface that was his chest. She gazed at his attractive figure through apprehensive eyes, as though he was the embodiment of ecstasy and irresistibility, sent by Cupid with a dark, delicious goal. He was a creature no girl could possibly resist — a threat.
He was no threat to her, however. She wanted him to make love to her — after all, it was she who, well… made him erect, even if it was just a mere coincidence. And she didn’t regret any of it.
Naruto’s white teeth flashed brilliantly. They seemed to shine against the many rays of light beaming through the window in his endeavor to subdue another smile wrought of amusement. He gradually sat upright, his eyes calm yet seductive. “Oh, that’s right,” he said, stealing her breath for the one-hundredth time. “I never told you what I think.”
“W-What Naruto-kun thinks,” she asked slowly, her arms hugging her breasts, as if protecting them from his hungry eyes.
“Mm-hmm,” he nodded his head, his eyes smoldering. “You’re very beautiful, Hinata. And I think your dress looks great on you.”
Her eyes went wide with surprise. And she lowered her head when she noted that he was studying her face, seemingly pleased and harmlessly amused.
“Na… Na… Naruto-kun... I’m not beautiful,” she disagreed. “And my dress is just, well... decent, not great.” Aye, that’s what she said, and yet she blushed with pleasure at his compliment.
Fluently, like the graceful flow of water, Naruto rose to his feet and hovered toward her. She flinched, but she did not move away. He reached out to touch his fingertips to her cheek, and shivers slithered up her spine. His expression was unfathomable, but soon, she realized a tinge of sadness lining his handsome face.
“Hinata... I admit that sometimes I tend to sugar coat what I say — but I would never lie to you. Your dress suits you perfectly and you’re unbelievably beautiful.” Butterflies fluttered in her stomach as his knuckles gently stroked her cheek.
“And you’re wrong,” he whispered in her ear, after skimming his lip over her ear lobe. “You’re totally indecent — no one should look so divine, so tempting, it’s not fair.”
Her Majesty’s eyes were wide — again, her chest tightening, but she couldn’t look away; his eyes imprisoned hers. She could feel the heat of his body intermingling with hers, the convergence making her feel the truth of his words. And her legs got weak, her panting breaths, louder.
Temping... how? she thought to herself mentally. The princess looked to her subconscious. Clueless, she was whistling with her hands behind her back and looking anywhere but at Hinata, while her inner goddess was busy massaging her breasts, trying to replicate the same level of gratification derived from Naruto’s godlike hands.
Without a word, our golden knight pressed his warm lips delicately to her forehead, and the room spun. Her body was highly aware of his presence and his need, and that made it impossible to think.
“Shall I explain how you’re tempting me?” he offered sweetly, his eyes still amused. It was clearly a rhetorical question, she surmised, spying his fairly pronounced collarbones through the loose-fitting garment.
His fingers traced slowly down the slender column that was her spine. Her hands were limp on his chest, and she felt lightheaded again, fierce pulsations up north and down south. She knew she had fallen into dangerous borders, but she couldn’t tell him to stop. However irrational it was, she wanted to tell him more — and even more after that.
The princess began hyperventilating by the time Naruto tilted her head slowly and touched his warm lips to hers for the second time, sucking, savoring them lightly. Heat and delight filled her, permeating throughout her body in a fierce and unrelenting storm. Her loins quaked under the force of her growing frustration, her muscles taut.
And then she collapsed.
“Hinata!” Naruto’s voice was alarmed as he caught by the waist, holding her up. “Are you alright? Say something!”
The princess only heard the dull echoing of a gradually diminishing murmur before her vision blurred and her eyes drifted close. But — just before that final thread snapped, which held her mind and senses to reality — she not only found the mass that was her body braced fast against the wall, but both her tiny hands that were laced with that of his. For a very brief moment, she noted the difference in size between his hands and her own.
His aura surged then, flowing into her body, like a powerful counter to a sedative drug. Her eyes popped open and, she drew in a breath, as though she had just resurfaced after being submerged under water for far too long.
Unexpected, overwhelming, revitalizing — a few words to describe what she felt. It was as if he had breathed new life into her. His energy, almost divine and sensual, was like the hand of Pleasure. It touched her body, like a physical caress, coaxing her desire to an even fiercer boil — and she began panting softly in response.
Awareness centered at the point between her thighs where his leg squeezed, and his face buried in her neck. His breaths were hot on her skin, and her lips parted on a dark moan. She felt a primeval urge to coil her arms around him, but they were still braced against the wall.
“Na-Naruto-kun,” she struggled between heavy breathing. “B-Be gentle…” her voice was just high enough for him to hear. I can feel Naruto-kun’s leg bracing against my… this is so very embarrassing. But… it feels good.
She may have told him to be gentle, but Hinata found the way he handled her to be incredibly erotic… unusual, but erotic. She hoped he wouldn’t release her, not yet.
“Shh... Hinata,” he rests an index finger over her lips in a graceful gesture that made her breath catch. “I need you to trust me. Allow me to make you feel.” Let’s see if all the time I spent proofreading Ero-Sennin’s perverted manuscripts paid off. I still remember most of the chapters from Icha-Icha Tactics.
Hinata showed no signs of resistance, but arousal and impatience was plain upon the young maiden’s face. It was evident in the glitter of her eyes and the arch of her fine brows, the flush that kissed her cheeks and the curve of her beautiful lips, and the way she would glance at him before averting her torrid gaze.
Naruto found pleasure in the way she breathed through parted lips and he cupped her face, urging the girl to look up at the warrior that slightly towered over her. He was so very strong yet humble, sensitive but resilient, and very beautiful. She still could not unravel the mysteries she saw in the deepest depths of his eyes, but she could tell from their steady glow what would come next.
Clasping her hands together with one of his own now, slowly, Naruto skimmed the back of his fingers over her shoulder, down her armpit, and back up again. Hinata quivered, but her eyes were still on his, trapped by the intensity of his telling gaze.
Sheepishly, she turned her face to the side, her heart pounding out of control after he combed locks of hair behind her ear. But he used a single finger to tilt her chin, aligning her face with his once more. He kissed her forehead tenderly just before lightly pressing his warm lips against hers. The room didn’t spin this time, but she shuttered with need and released a breath of desire when he pulled away.
Every so often, Hinata could feel the tension building between her legs. Her clothes confided her, and it was becoming uncomfortable; she needed to be naked. Again, she felt the need to tell him more, but she couldn’t find her tongue to utter such a demand.
Allow me to make you feel — the words echoed in her mind, making her throat parched. She wanted him to completely have his way. She was certain he was curious and needy as much as she was, and she wanted him to explore and proceed at his own pace. She wanted him to grant her pleasure of his own free will. She wanted to be possessed, loved, and marked by him.
Like a barren terrain, blessed with a light drizzle of rain for the very first time in decades, was how it felt as Naruto skimmed his bottom lip across the fullness of hers. Hinata’s lips were dry, and he made the journey again, but this time, with his tongue.
The princess sighed in her delight — and the moment her lips parted, he instinctively dipped his tongue inside of her mouth. It waged a frivolous war with hers, and yet stilled reigned champion.
Hinata whimpered in indignation when he withdrew his tongue. She had absolutely no idea a kiss could be done like that — not that she had ever been kissed before now. She hadn’t a clue what it was called, but she was certain she liked it. She liked how his tongue glided tenderly over her quivering lips. She especially pleasured the way he plunged inside her mouth and probed her shy tongue with his. She wanted, needed to feel that again.
The couple were being led by their instincts, coated in desire and passion along this beautiful journey of love — and she had no intention of straying from this paved path.
His breath was hot on her neck again, and then her ear before Naruto spied the pert peaks of her nipples protruding through her dress. Arrogantly, he wondered if he was the one responsible for stimulating them to such hard peaks. And after careful analysis, he released that she was not wearing a bra. The revelation made his eyes blink wide open, and a smile tugged at his lips.
“Hinata…,” he said softy, letting her hands down. She noted the tone of awkwardness in his voice, and was surprised to find a steady blush in his cheeks — it was normally so elusive. “Can I… take your dress off?”
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