Hinata's Sensual Adventure: Morning Dew [Part B]

"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.

Overwhelming. Intoxicated. Revitalized — 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 hoisted and pinned 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 proof reading 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 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. It was especially clear by the way she would glance at him before averting her gaze.

Naruto found pleasure in the way she breathed through parted lips. 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 as he combed locks of hair behind her ear. Then he used a single finger to tilt her chin, aligning her face with his once more. He kissed her forehead tenderly 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, 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.

His breath was suddenly 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. After a careful appraisal, he noticed she wasn't 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?"

The final set of words, after the long pause, just rolled off his tongue — hearty, seductive, and frank. They resounded in Hinata's mind, making her melt faster than she would have liked. The princess was dumbfounded, and her entire face turned pink in response to her beloved's intimate request.

But why was her heart beating so fast? That's right — a male had never seen her naked before. And, in recent years, even the female servants who usually bathed her as a child. Since Hinata was struck by puberty, no one except her knew the changes her body had undergone.

Looking down at her bosom, the reality of wearing no bra beneath her dress crossed her mind. It was embarrassing and yet, somewhere, in the corner of her mind, shrouded in darkness, was she perhaps expecting this to happen? To an extent, was she hoping to entice him with her body? She didn't want to believe that but, the fact that her bra was absent did well to make her wonder.

As she stewed over his request, Hinata's entire body felt sensitive and unusual. She felt afraid to reveal to Naruto what she could not fathom herself. What if he found her womanly features bizarre? What if he did not approve? Personally, she thought the changes in her body came far too soon.

She could feel that chemical reaction deep inside — a place where she had always been afraid to tread. It was getting wetter. What exactly did it mean? It was getting dirty, she thought, and her inner goddess couldn't help but heave a mocking smile at her sheer naiveté.

"...Hinata." Naruto's voice was more composed. "I need you to completely trust in me. Don't think so much," he reassured. "I won't hurt you..."

"Naruto-kun...," she beamed at the certitude in his words. "I-I trust you."

"I think your entire body is beautiful. And I'll make you feel in ways that you've never felt before."

She murmured his name with curled fingers at her lips, subservience evident her in tone of voice. She dropped her gaze, tempted to look up at his face anew as she struggled to construct a coherent sentence with her words. "I-I want Naruto-kun to me make me feel... only Naruto-kun."

"Your wish... is my command," he whispered sincerely as he cupped her chin and gently moved his thumb along the soft, luscious length of her bottom lip.

First — having made some space between them — the young romancer did quick work to somewhat loosen the thin black laces at the front of her dress. And with a deliberation that the deed did not demand — eased the weight of both frilled straps farther down the maiden's biceps.

Hinata's face was hot, her fists clenched, and she stood motionless, only seeming to sway as Naruto continued working on loosening her stubborn laces.

Her eyes were wide but willing all the while, and she studied him inconspicuously, her heart and nerves humming in unison when she spied a bulge below his waist. She swore she saw it move at one point.

Soon — and well before Hinata could gather any gauge of composure — the neck of her silky attire was easing over the curves of her bosom as Naruto pulled down. Upon attaining their freedom — her breasts bounced upward from the downward pull of her garb.

He watched in captivation as those magnificent figures gradually sank and then rose. They danced, they teased, coaxing him to hold and feel them, but he didn't... not yet.

The instant her dress puddled around her feet, Hinata felt light-headed. Her limbs grew weak as she felt the intensity with which Naruto admired and studied her unclothed body, his eyes never seeming to leave the ripened fruits that were her nipples.

Reality suddenly grew dark, and her prince grew distant, his hand unable to reach her.

Surfacing from the depths of deep unconsciousness to a light stupor, Hinata was soon roused awake at the feeling of a cool breeze whipping across her heated skin.

The countenance she wore upon her face looked more like arousal than that of disorientation — and when her eyes slightly opened and her lips parted, that claim seemed more distant from question.

Lying on her back, the girl looked like a desperate, submissive princess that had long await for her charming prince to warm her bed — sampling, savoring everything that she had to offer.

Her hands folded into cute little fists over her head, and her hair rested beneath her back, like layer of blanket — long, attractive, and sleek.

Sparkling tears of joy tipped the corners of her slitted eyes at the thought of resting where her beloved slept every night. And she slowly leaned her head to the side so that she could look at him with an expression declaring everything that I am is yours for the taking.

All of a sudden, she made a face, probably remembering earlier, when he turned the overwhelming force of his eyes on her — or perhaps she felt ashamed that she fainted. Whatever the case, she was suddenly hyperaware that Naruto was standing less than an inch away from her. She was stunned by the unexpected electricity that zipped through her, astounded that it was possible to be more aware of him than she already was.

"How are you feeling?" he asked in an angelic tone, standing at the side of the bed, fanning her still.

The young maiden said nothing, but looked up at his face which seemed to glow in the sun's stream of light. Golden downy hair still lay on his forehead, hypnotic eyes set deep above the high planes of his cheekbones. He was so very handsome and mature, but she could note a hint of childish roundness left in the curves of his cheeks and around his chin. The mixture was lovely — and was another feature that stole her breath away.

Through a pulse of sheer desire, the emotional princess raised her hand. Hesitantly, ever nervous and afraid, even now after he had fondled her chest and aroused her, that he would disappear like a mirage, too amazing to be real... hesitantly, Hinata reached up with one finger and stroked the damp length of one sideburn. She prolonged her journey until the back of her fingers were skimming over his cheekbone. His face was warm, but she barely notice, as touching it was something she'd dreamed of constantly since the very first time she discovered she was in love with him.

"I'm okay," she finally said. Her voice, a mere whisper, was as soft as silk.

"You gave me a bit of a scare there," his perfect lips folded beautifully over his teeth, and he placed his hand over hers, even as their eyes locked.

Hinata smiled, her eyes apologetic, but she was still dazed. Her gaze moved, shifting from the bathrobe he had covered her body with to his unconcealed torso. His skin was beautiful, silky and russet-colored, and his chest...

She studied that hard plane, recalling all the sensations and emotions she felt when her breasts and nipples were bracing against that wonderful surface. She studied the uneven terrain down south that was his abs, noting the four-year difference in those hard lines pronouncing his muscles.

Hinata felt her breathing gradually creeping toward hyperventilation as carnal thoughts took up residence in her mind. She felt an unusual urge to physically examine and compare his nipples with hers. She wanted to kiss everywhere her fingers trod, but such a bold feat was simply out of her league still.

Noting how she rubbed and squeezed her thighs together was more than enough to make Naruto erect again. And it didn't take more than one shy but loving gaze before he disposed himself to her silent wish — an epic quest to slake her desires.

The princess may have been unconscious for these 10 minutes, but it would seem as though her arousal had grown rather than dwindle. Naruto could feel her sexual energy, potent and overwhelming in its gnawing need. It was unlike any other aura he had felt before. It was glorious, compelling, exhilarating, and then some.

Holding her hand still, an angel smile brightening his expression, Naruto lowered his head with evident purpose. It enshrouded Hinata's beautiful face in a shadow, but she closed her eyes slowly and welcomed his lips.

He savored those soft, sweet surfaces — loving, putting to memory her unique taste, and yet, curious to know the color of her nipples once more. He wanted to taste them. He was anxious to nibble, nip and squeeze — another one of his boyish desires.

Abruptly, Naruto chucked the paper fan beneath his bed, so as to use that free hand to pull the robe from her small, petite body. His fingers brushed the top of one breast as he did, and Hinata's body shuttered — eyes ever widening — when he dismissed his kiss.

He marveled again at the perfect texture of her snow-white skin. It was satin smooth and as warm as the heat from a smithy's hearth. It felt as though her body was reeling him in — and the sight of her perky bosom slowly deteriorated his patience, but not his resolve.

There was something about her cleavage — some unfathomable and irresistible energy. Perhaps it was how ideal the spacing between her breasts were — and how they kissed, maybe? Whatever the case, they made him ridiculously stimulated.

When Hinata righted herself again, liberated from the petrifying binds of embarrassment that had her arms in cuffs and her legs in shackles, she cupped his nape and pulled him close so that she could capture his lips with hers. Awareness caressed her naked chest and her entire body flushed. Heat settled in her breasts and the peak of her nipples.

When she freed him — though, his head remained perfectly still, his eyes bright and steady — Hinata started to wonder. If the robe was used to cover his body, then what was left to conceal his dick? She felt less embarrassment using that unfamiliar word, but her face was still as red as a rose.

"You're so beautiful, Hinata... all of you," Naruto flattered as he progressed closer, having slung the weight of himself on the bed, over her, while propped up on his elbows. Hinata was flustered, only witnessing a blur when he threw himself, like a rag doll, between her legs.

Something hard, warm... and alive caught her attention. It was pressing against her lips down south, squeezing those swollen cheeks each time it throbbed. The princess pursed her lips and dropped her head on the pillow, delight creasing her forehead.

Her cute little nipples were swollen yet tight, their pink-tipped peaks the shape of a child's mouth. Naruto slowly, gently, kissed the silky flesh atop one of those lovely skyscrapers before closing his mouth over her, and she arched against him with a cry. Her hands locked his head in place. Her breast filled his hand, and her hip bumped against his erection, which nigh killed his patience.

When he cupped and twisted her nipple with a free hand, she heaved a broken gasp. Then he pulled and pushed that stiff peak inward and she reclined her head, revealing her neck to him.

Naruto was uncertain whether or not this was another sweet invitation, but he accepted. He kissed and licked the rim of her ear and its lobe, her throat, and the smooth curve at the crest of her shoulder. He tasted the hollows around her collarbone and ran his tongue across her sweetly scented skin. He let his lips linger on the flutter of her pulse, reassured that she responded to his caress.

The sage started savoring again, more deeply than before. His lips were on one breast, one nipple, with his fingers matching the movements on the other. As he stroked and sucked and licked, Hinata ran her fingers through his hair, as if trying to slow his pace while she tried to remember how to breathe.

It was perfect, she thought, her head falling back once more. With each tug on her nipples, she felt an answering contraction between her thighs, almost violently.

As pleasurable as his touch was, Hinata always wanted more. She needed to be naked, her legs spread, him between them. She was frustrated... immensely. She needed a release, but was uncertain as to how he would deliver.

"I love your boobs... and the taste of your nipples," Naruto blurted out in a seductive whisper when he was skimming his bottom lip along the border of her ear.

She shivered in delight.

His words were strong, she thought as they stole the wind from her body, barely leaving her with enough to breathe. His words took, they gave, and they lasted. Her blood was hot as it coursed through her veins. It heated her flesh as it circulated in her body, and took her hormones for an epic and memorable ride.

"Na...Naruto-kun," Hinata stammered, her gaze averted to the side. "Can I... taste your milkshake?"

My... milkshake? Naruto pondered, though he kept his expression even. He wasn't sure of what she asked, but that gave him a marvelous idea. "Sure," he agreed, casting her one of those crooked smiles she loved so much.

"Promise," she pressed.

"Pinky promise..."

She felt has he rested the weight of his body on one hand so that he could lightly knot and yank her pinky finger with his own. She smiled at him, her eyes beaming, needing his caress again.

With one aim in mind now, Naruto started kissing her... showing her how, teaching them both. He stopped for air, and then took her lips again. First. He slowly, gently, imperiously, skimmed his bottom lip across the fullness of hers, and she trembled in a most satisfying way. He made the journey again but, this time, his tongue was what moved over her bottom lip. The princess sighed, which made her lips part, and he capitalized on the opportunity by dipping his tongue into her mouth, mating with hers.

"Naruto-kun," she uttered his name beneath her breath when he had freed her.

And he wondered how she would react when teased, deprived of what she sought, what she needed. Would the shy Hinata writhe beneath him, he couldn't help but consider, too — would she demand as much as she gave, or would she lie back like a corpse once she choose to surrender? Was her show of passion a folly, or a glimpse of her true character? He needed to know.

Like a snake — majestic, precise, and amble in its movement — Naruto slithered to Hinata's neck where he nuzzled her throat. She offered her neck to him in response, and he accepted without a trace of hesitation. Slowly, he ran his tongue along that sweet, narrow column before nipping the sensitive flesh beneath her jaw. Her hair caressed his face and he smelled openly in its silky touch.

Prolonging the reptilian characteristics of the snake — graceful, decisive, swift and efficient in its feats — Naruto coaxed, teased, and caressed until his fair princess lay still. She was intoxicated. Her breathes were heavy, and yet, she was ready for more... much more.

He hovered over her, looking deep into those gorgeous eyes glazed with what he had already given to her. But he was only just getting started.

When the sage got off the bed — his determination and courage mostly fueled by the intensity of his arousal — Hinata slapped her hands over her eyes and didn't even attempt to peek through her fingers. He was starting to pull down his boxers.

The princess was curious about the color of his underwear, but still, she had no intention of looking. It didn't take long before she was breathing through parted lips as anticipation shaped the content of her thoughts.

But when she pursued her lips and tried stifling her panting breaths, a moan rose in her throat as a result. This won Naruto's undivided attention — and intent gleamed in the warrior's oceanic eyes.

He made his way back onto the bed, on all fours and, even then, Hinata still covered her eyes. The intensity of his aura forced hers back — masculinity overpowering femininity. Her body sagged in delight at that.

"Hinata," he called when he was hovering over her again. "Be nervous and embarrassed but, there's absolutely no reason to be afraid." Gradually, she lowered her hand. "Don't cower away from what I have to give. The sooner you decide to accept what I have to offer, the sooner you decide to see and feel, is the sooner your anxiety will subside as familiarity grows. Your desire will partly help you to feel less queasy."

The sides of Naruto's mouth pulled up into a triumphant smile as Hinata's mood shifted, but she perceived his expression as being compassionate.

He lowered his body onto hers when she cupped his forearms in a telling gesture, his sensual force intense and unconcealed. He stared at her, always her eyes first, for an answer, a permission to take, to sample. Her lips seemed to call him, and Naruto noted how they curved and would fit perfectly against his own.

Steadily, her lids fell and her eyes soon closed. Her lips gaped, as if an invitation and, once again, Naruto readily accepted. He homed in close and savored her flavor. She responded — every part of her did. Her heart drummed out of control and, again, it was not just her heart, never just her heart.

She wanted to pull away to breathe, to release what she was feeling in the form of sound — but what she really wanted was more. Naruto read her mind, or understood what the instinctive squeezing of her thighs together meant, but then, he remembered his promise.

"Are you ready to taste my milkshake?" he asked suddenly, even as he moved — shifting the weight of his body to the edge of the bed. He seated himself there, his feet grounded.

Hinata was thrilled that he remembered and a smile touched her lips, though, it wasn't long before the icy hand of nervousness coiled around her insides. Her chest tightened and her stomach did summersaults, but she wasn't going to allow this opportunity to pass her by.

The princess hadn't the foggiest clue where this seed had latched on to her from, but she knew this fantasy had grown on her. And she was ready to experience — to have what she craved.

As she moved over the bed, she realized how heavy her body was — just how much her muscles had weakened in her state of arousal. Needless to say, this wasn't enough to keep her at bay, and it wasn't long before she was confronted with it — his dick.

She knew the organ as penis in her textbooks. And, needless to say, she had never seen it before — evident by the expression of abject shock smeared over her face. Her mouth hung open and she tried to remember how to breathe, even as she gawked at her prince's throbbing pole. It was a miracle she hadn't fainted.

Sitting innocently on her heels before him, his legs open, the princess tried her best to pay attention to his nerve-wracking presentation over the loud hammering of her heart and the sharp stare of his... dick.

Naruto told her about the sensitive and fragile areas of it, as if quoting from a book. He emphasized that the most pleasurable part was his crest. He labeled, he touched, turning it this way and that, as he explained how he would like to be touched.

Blunt: yes

Arrogant: pretty much

All the while, Hinata wondered how Naruto came about knowing these things. She surmised perhaps Tsunade wasn't dispatching him on enough missions. Or maybe they were of a low rank — because he obviously had far too much free time on his hands to explore.

"Do you understand?" Naruto asked when his lips had stopped flapping consecutively.

Hinata heard... or rather, she heard enough — but spared no response to his question. Instead, she kept staring at his erection that had kept shrinking as he spoke. Like a fairly intrigued scholar, she gaped in fascination. But, as soon as he took note of her captivation, and how her lips parted in a lustful matter, his arousal returned.

Like a unique flower, granted with just enough water and sunlight, his vessel pulsated and then began to grow. Gradually, it veered upright and expanded in both length and width. And like hardened soldiers, meditating for a ferocious battle, the veins stood firm and more pronounced on his throbbing shaft.

Hinata was astounded — but through this emotion and many more, hesitatingly, she slowly reached for him, her eyes ever fixed, and coiled her tiny fingers around the warm width of him. The young maiden examined him in her hand before tentatively taking him inside of her mouth, upon the red carpet that was her tongue. She relished in the heat emanating from his member.

Improvisation was her best friend in this moment. She didn't hesitate to explore and experiment. With arousal as her guide, her encouragement, her energy source through which she derived confidence, the sky was the limit.

Like a blindfolded child, curious about the flavor of an ice cream cone she had been given, Hinata licked, sampling the taste of his tip. She must have really liked it, because her eyes drifted close, and then she sucked his crest, coating him with her saliva. She laved her tongue from his base to the crown of his rigid length, certain her explorations were not in vain, as Naruto groaned and frowned in delight.

He complimented her creativity when she teased his neighbors, but soon told her it would have felt even more amazing, if she slowly stroked his shaft while also pleasuring him with her mouth. Without a word, only a subservient and lustful gleam in her gaze, Hinata did what she was told until she got frustrated, and in more ways than one.

"Na-Naruto-kun," she whimpered adorably, reclining from her knees to her heels. "W-Why isn't Naruto-kun's milkshake coming out?"

Naruto smiled. He was eager to have her mouth on him again. "Try using your boobs, instead of your hands," he suggested politely, despite his hunger.

"Uh-Hn," she nodded her head, always looking adorable and innocent, regardless of what she was about to do. "A-Am I doing it right?" she asked, when the length of him was nestled at her cleavage. "Does it feel good?"

"You need to move first."

"Eh?" her gleaming crystal eyes widened, alarmed. "I need to move? Like this?"

She looked up at him while she worked her tiny hands, embarrassed, to study the flickers of emotions over his handsome face. His responses plainly answered her question. And, upon taking him inside her mouth again, she mumbled something, another question, maybe? Whatever it was, Naruto found it extremely cute and erotic.

Hinata could sense her knight's escalating excitement. She could feel him hardening in her mouth, and was reassured that she was doing an exceptional job. This added to her desire and self-confidence.

When his hips started thrusting of their own accord, Hinata found herself choking at intervals. But was reluctant to stop. Naruto was thankful for her persistence as consistency was crucial, if he were to derive a fulfilling orgasm.

"Hinata!" he suddenly called, frowning, his body bracing for the imminent tremor — one of which was always welcome. "I'm about to come! Don't stop!"

"W-What do you mean?"

"Your milkshake is coming!"

"In my mouth!" she urged in between sucking. "I want all of it inside my mouth!"

Releasing her breasts, the princess firmly clasped his shaft. Without pause, she stroked him — gradually increasing her pace as she sucked his silky crest. And when Naruto's hips came to a sudden halt — when his eyes squeezed shut and his body trembled and jerked — Hinata knew it was here.

As soon as his steely shaft started throbbing fiercely in her hand, she felt a warm and thick fluid building on her tongue. For a moment, the feeling was beyond words, and she felt empowered as Naruto continued to shake and groan hopelessly before her.

The princess kept her composure, and when the tremors of his body ceased, Naruto watched as her eyes drifted close. He listened to the pleasant sound in her throat as she swallowed every last drop of him — another cute and erotic sound.

"Yummy!" she said looking up at him, like a child, proud, that she had drunk her entire glass of milk.

Naruto wanted to say something, but he was too busy catching his breath. He felt an unusual fiber of satisfaction — his masculinity seemed to roar with a sense of fulfillment at the fact that she had happily helped herself to his essence. Something warm pulsed in his ego and in his loins.

His responses made Hinata far more aroused than she was before. And she hoped he would, in turn, make her experience what he just did. He needed to. She felt as though she would lose her sanity, if he didn't. She needed his hands on her. She needed to be touched, and soon.

"You were amazing, princess!" Naruto praised. And, for the first time, Hinata stopped, studied, and could effortlessly dissect the gleam in his eyes. It was appreciation. "What's wrong?" he noted her anxious eyes.

Embarrassed, she looked to the side and began tapping her forefingers together before she found the courage to greet his eyes. "Naruto-kun has never called me that before," she pointed out quietly.

"That's because, until today, you were only the princess to the Hyūga clan. But now, you're also my princess. We can no longer be friends, Hinata. From this day forth, I'm yours and you're mine."

The beautiful maiden felt her cheeks heat, and her eyes widened as she sought for something to say that would minimize her shyness. This was only a dream, right? "B-But... what about Sakura?"

"Sakura-chan's heart belongs to someone else."

Sasuke-kun...

"Through the pain of losing Sasuke — our friend and comrade — Sakura-chan and I have undoubtedly become closer. But there's an invisible border that she refuses cross. I've accepted that fact, Hinata... and, by doing so, I've come to realize how much you captivate me."

He smiled his famous crooked smile, and then reached out to cup her chin. "It wasn't until I let go was I able to hold on to something else — something more precious."

Hinata could feel her pulse drumming behind her ears. It was amazing that, even after seeing her prince sheer naked, his mere words could have had such a fierce impact on her. But his touch fueled and reignited the flames of her desire and, with that potent fire, came bravery.

As light as a feather atop the still waters of a pond, Naruto brushed away the smear of his essence from her scarlet cheek. Right then, Hinata cupped his hand so that she could suck that thumb, tasting his unique flavor again.

A bit surprised, Naruto beamed at her, a warm emotion bubbling up inside of him. "Honestly — you're so beautiful..."

Hinata blushed deeply. Reclining on her heels, she looked down and noted that his lolli had shrunk. The difference when he was flaccid and rigid was remarkable!

"Na...Na...Naruto-kun! What happened to your dick?" she asked, alarmed, freaking out. "D-Did I do something wrong?"

Naruto was stunned, not by what she assessed, but how she boldly pronounced the d-word without the tiniest bit of embarrassment. "Don't panic! You didn't do anything wrong," he assured softly, hardly able to suppress his amusement.

"This happens whenever a guy experiences an orgasm — but I'll be ready again, in a few minutes. Until then," he cupped her hand and ushered her to her feet. "Why don't I pay attention to your needs."

Hinata's center clenched in response to his suggestion, her silent glee spreading to her inner goddess. And although she could only blush and avert her eyes, being caressed by him once more was something she deeply yearned. Her eyes shone so brightly that he must have seen her hunger.

Like a wild, golden tiger, striding gracefully toward its weakened prey, Naruto crawled onto the bed, on all fours, toward Hinata. She was lying on her back in submission, eagerly awaiting her prince's sensual touch.

Making his way to her torso — slowly and collected, one knee between her thighs — our hero took the liberty of licking the hard peak of one nipple. He did so with long, lazy strokes of his tongue, over and over again. And his lady moaned. She cupped his head firm in her tiny hands by the time he moved on to the next impressive sky-scrapper, where he licked, sucked, and savored thoroughly.

Naruto loved her verbal responses so much that he lightly nipped and pulled that nipple, to make her voice climb higher. He received his wish, and her adorable moan broke off into a tantalizing gasp of desire.

Na...Naruto-kun's sucking my breasts, she breathed a mental breath, her lips parting. It feels so good. I can feel Naruto-kun's tongue on my nipples...

The moment Naruto gently bit down around an aching peak, he heard his name rose from her throat, in a most amorous way. It conducted the flames of his desire, and a new priority suddenly made itself known in his mind — one of which he had every intention of acting upon.

His eyes, now half-lidded, gleamed with intent. "Hinata," he whispered, just high enough so that she could hear. "Can I take your panties off?"

...

The princess gasped, stunned, her eyes popping — and a fierce heat dawned in her cheeks, the likes of which she had never felt before. She could feel her head getting light as blood surged like lightning throughout her veins — an all too familiar feeling.

Hinata withdrew her eyes as she sought for resources. Her nerves hummed so intensely that she lost the ability to speak. And each time she gathered a bit of composure, her heart thumped, scattering all the pieces again.

"Hinata, please... try to calm down," Naruto advised, but then fell silent when she hugged a pillow over her face.

"Hinata—"

"Na...Naruto-kun," she interrupted in a nervous, high-pitched tone, eager to tell him what was on her mind before the very sound of her voice devoured the touch of courage she had mustered up. "About what you asked... y-you can do it!"

Our golden knight could feel the heat radiating from Hinata's hotpocket. It was like a tangible creature in the room, brushing its body against his as it pumped his member, coaxing him to make haste.

And Naruto smiled openly. "As you wish," he replied softly, the soothing sound of his voice cajoling her from her shell.

When he doffed her underwear with slow, steady movements, Naruto held it up before his face. He swore to God he could see heat emanating from the puny piece of cloth. "Steamy...," he murmured unconsciously, embarrassing Hinata. And she responded by masking her face with her hands.

Na...Naruto-kun and I are both naked and alone in his room! Wha-What should I do? What should I say to him? she gushed. What would father think of this?

With each time she throbbed, the awareness of being naked and subjected to his gaze became increasingly intense for Hinata. She could smell her arousal — and she was certain he could, too, which made her self-conscious. Nevertheless, she had already told herself that there was no turning back from this. It was what she wanted.

Like the ticking of a clock, she could feel her pulse drumming at the center of her core. It felt like a gap needed to be filled, desperately so. And, as fierce as her embarrassment boiled, it couldn't rival how aroused she had become. How sexually thrilling it felt, that her one and only love was looking at her hot, naked body.

"Hinata...," he called compassionately as he crawled onto the bed, towering over her.

The girl shivered with delight at the sound of her name upon his lips. Had her charming prince come to soothe her heart and mind with his angelic voice? Had he come to answer to her body's raw hunger? She hoped he had come to address both, and even more.

Although she did not look, Naruto took his time to lay claim to her soft lips — a gesture of reassurance, she was sure... sweet and promising. His kisses always left her breathless. And those breaths continued to come quick, as their heat intermingled and their auras clashed.

From her neck down, Naruto initiated a saucy chain of kisses. With each touch of his lips upon her vulnerable flesh, her body trembled and muscles went taut. He whispered words of affection against her skin. Her stomach sank, when he dipped his tongue inside her navel. And she heaved a shuttering sigh when his epic journey ensued farther down south.

Just before he tasted her, he whispered: "Hinata... stay with me. Stay with me and feel."

Her blood bubbling beneath her skin, the princess rubbed her thighs together in her state of impatience, building the heat as if she sought to start a fire. And Naruto couldn't help but wonder if she wanted him to scorch his tongue, when he decided to sample her morning dew.

How mean!

He grinned.

The instant he touched her legs, her thighs separated, almost automatically, and he smiled a triumphant smile.

"Tears of joy are flowing out of here," Naruto prompted brazenly as he studied Hinata's most sacred treasure. He felt as her body stiffened at his words, but his eyes remained unswerving. "You're so beautiful down here, Hinata," he flattered candidly, embarrassing her even farther.

Before she could respond, he cupped her hips and pulled her closer. Then lowered his head toward her hot, swollen center. At first, there was only the puff of his breath, and she tensed in anticipation. Her body responded immediately, every nerve ending hummed, and sparked to life.

After filling his lungs with the intoxicating scent of her, Naruto parted her tenderly and then slowly, gently, lightly, stroked her with the very tip of his tongue. Hinata's blood was thundering by this point, her mouth wide open, her head nestled fast into the pillow.

She could feel the steam building up inside, and she dropped her hands to her sides and gripped the sheets, eyes tightly closed. She spread her legs as far as they could go and wished she would experience something even more spectacular. This was the most incredible feeling that she had ever—

Naruto licked her again, his tongue laving over sensitive lips. This time, his tongue was flat, and seemed hotter and wetter than before. It was as though he had reacquainted himself with a blistering flame optimized for for ultimate stimulation.

Pant. Pant.

As her head veered from left to right at the import of sizzling pleasure, she closed her legs and bounded Naruto's head between them. "Na...Na...Naruto-kun," she called breathlessly. "I haven't had enough training for this!" Yes! It feels so good!

Naruto could almost laugh but, instead, he licked his lips, sampling her flavor again. "You don't need training for this kind of thing, Hinata."

"B-But it feels like I'm losing myself."

He couldn't help but grin. "That's how you're supposed to feel, princess... don't resist. Lose control and go wild!"

"Oh, no! Why does it feel so good?" she moaned, her voice thick with desire, her panting breaths filling the room.

From bottom to top, Naruto covered every inch of her with his tongue, and then he returned to that one special place and reintroduced himself. The gratification made her cry out, like a cute puppy. And he did it once more, just to have her whimper again.

In a fever, a frenzy of carnal energy, Naruto circled and teased and rubbed and sucked. He slowly, carefully, fluently, slipped a finger inside her home and caressed her from the inside. Hinata groaned, she begged, she writhed, and cocked her head at this new and overwhelming level of sensuality.

The gap was close to being filled — but she needed more. That's what she said, and yet, Hinata had to do everything in her power to hold in the warm, down-coming sensation that arrested her body.

"Na...Naruto-kun," she whispered his name, like a prayer. "Oh, my god! Oh, my god!"

Hinata could feel herself getting wetter and wetter — she was drenched, swollen, and excited to the point of discomfort and still held back because she had never felt anything as incredible as what she felt now. She didn't want it to ever end.

No one had ever seen her bare flesh, touched her, much less to sample the taste of her feminine nectar. But in the end — which was probably three minutes later — she had no choice.

"Something... something's coming!" she covered her mouth with both hands — even as they trembled radically along with her body — and screamed her surrender.

Hinata's body arched off the bed, but still Naruto continued to lick her sensitive bubble, bringing her even higher in her glorious climax. And her body seemed to glow in the sun's ethereal light.

The waves of pleasure swept her into another dimension, muscles convulsed in a rippling release, an orgasm that went on and on to no seeming end — a fantastic finish!

It was only after Hinata's body sank back onto the bed did Naruto finally raised his head. He couldn't get enough. His expression was bright, and the glow in his eyes, mystical. There were no words to describe how magnificent, adorable, and arousing Hinata's sexual responses were. They all added to his desire.

For a brief moment, he looked down at himself — at the byproduct of her lascivious behavior, and then back at her. The grand finale was still yet to come, and Naruto throbbed vigorously in excitement.

But for the hot, steamy breaths that escaped her unpainted lips, the exhausted princess lay silent in bed. She was smiling, although her body was a delicious wreck.

The powerful waves of her orgasm continued to wash over her. And, with an arm resting across her forehead, she kept her eyes closed. Her subconscious and inner goddess were curled up together in bed — naked and asleep, sated by their coinciding climax.

"...Hinata," Naruto whispered, his voice layered with many different facets of emotions. "You were amazing..."

The compliment rode upon the lapping waves of her orgasm and stretched her lips into an even wider smile. But the princess still did not speak. She was enraptured and numbed by this new and overpowering level of contentment she had been given. But still, she wanted more...

That aching gap, deep within her core, was not yet filled. So she waited, in a state of incomplete satisfaction, for her prince charming to coax the embers of her desire into even greater flames.

He knew this was what she wanted, right?

Time pasted. For well over a minute, there was only silence — and Naruto watched in utter disappointment as his erection withered as of neglect. But he, too, said nothing. He didn't want to admit it to himself, that for the first time since Hinata fell on top of him and he touched her lips with his own, he was not sure of what to do next.

What he assumed was Hinata's orgasm was incredibly intense and, for a moment, he was almost completely flustered... frightened. He saw her pant, gasp, moan, scream, writhe, shook, and then stilled — was that all because of pleasure, or had he caused her pain, as well? Had he been too rough without noticing, blinded by his own selfish greed?

The room became so quiet that the silence was an uncomfortable pressure against Hinata's eardrums. She felt vulnerable in her intoxicated state. Her body was a fragile mass of sensitivity and reception. All the mental and emotional walls that she had erected for her own protection had deteriorated under the weight of a fierce orgasm.

As she lay there on her back, legs bounded, she felt an ominous gloom creeping over her. It was a merciless and unforgiving storm of emotions — all tinted and strengthened with her sexual frustration.

She felt a spasm of panic when Naruto said and did nothing. Had her prince lost interest in their sacred ceremony of love and sensuality? Had she done something to offend him? Had she performed or responded in a distasteful way?

While lost deep in thought, Naruto heard sniffling. By the time he raised his head, he was confronted with a weeping Hinata, the back of her hands pressed to her eyes. She wept beautifully, like a baby deity that fell from her home among the clouds — and yet, the sound of her crying made his heart sag.

"Na...Naruto-kun..."

The agitated knight gasped in response. He wondered if his assumption were true, if he had really hurt her in some way. But he pushed that thought aside and made haste to put himself beside her.

"Hi-Hinata," he said her name with evident worry, as if he would opted to make an apology, before he actually inquired what was wrong.

"...Please. Please don't stop," she urged. "I want Naruto-kun to touch me," she sobbed. "I want Naruto-kun to touch me more. I'm sorry... if I did something to upset you."

Naruto was shocked, but not as much as he was relieved... relieved to the point where he could have smiled. But, in light of the miscommunication that had led them a stray, he didn't. "Hinata, listen... you didn't do anything wrong, I promise. This was all just a big misunderstanding."

"Naruto-kun..." she lowered her hands shyly to look up at him.

"I love you, too," he whispered before lightly taking her lips. "I know it might be embarrassing, but try to tell me how you feel and what you want every once in a while, okay? As for me." he was now whispering in her ear. "I want to touch you, too... can I?"

Hinata was dazed, shuffling through the memory banks of her mind, desperately trying to recover that one file with Naruto's confession — to prove to herself that what he had said was not just an insidious hallucination.

It was as if he read her mind — because his lips soon parted again, his warm breath kissing her pink cheeks. "I've always had strong feelings for you, Hinata." I... I just needed to make sure of something. "I love you," he confessed again, more passionately than he did before, his words bringing tears to her eyes. "And I'm sorry I made you wait so long."

Naruto-kun just said he loves me. Oh, what should I do?

"You don't need to say anything." his voice was feathery soft, his eyes doing that smoldering thing again. "Just nod your head... if you want me to make you feel even more."

Right then, Hinata felt a surge of courage, but her expression remained coy. "It feels like I'm going crazy," she said while averting her eyes, even as she rubbed her thighs together. Then she flashed him such sizzling hot gaze that Naruto's own eyes widened with astonishment. "Please... touch me more. I want Naruto-kun to touch me."

Her response was far more endearing than he bargained for, but the combination of flavors made for a sweet aftertaste — delicious!

"As you wish, princess... it will be my absolute pleasure."

Naruto's eyes hooded as he slowly reversed over Hinata's flushed and restless body. Her soft, smooth skin seemed to glow with a heavenly luster, its texture finer than that of any silk. He placed his hands atop her thighs — a silent incantation — and they opened for him.

He filled his nose with the sweet scent of her arousal again, and then reacquainted his mouth with her intoxicating flavor, sending his taste buds on another epic ride that they wouldn't soon forget.

Hinata's eyes were bright with need, her heart racing, and she watched as Naruto propped himself up on his knees between her now widely spread legs. He was clasping his pride in his hand. She knew what he was preparing to do, and the princess welcomed it, entirely — she wanted to become one with her beloved prince.

"Hinata." he won her attention effortlessly, his voice soothing... always soothing. "Do you trust me?" she nodded her head without any evidence of doubt. "I want you to relax as much as you can, okay. This may hurt a little, but I can promise you that discomfort won't last long."

Her eyes were shining, uncompromised. And Naruto could see that she was entirely willing and prepared for whatsoever he had to offer. If anything, she was impatient to receive.

Ever vigilant of her facial expression, our hero carefully began to penetrate his sunflower, his crest stretching her to accommodate his shaft. For a split second, he found himself drifting into a fleeting state of reverie, thoroughly sensationalized and new. Slowly, light on his feet, he pushed two sturdy doors apart and entered into a world uncharted. It was like a sanctuary — a sacred cathedral color schemed of red and pink.

Naruto stood upon a red, plush carpet that ran along the aisle of this magnificent paradise and into a blinding white light. Perfectly sculpt statues of Cupid stood in tandem at either sides of the great hall, playing their trumpets — a beautiful symphony that seemed to wrap his entire being into a warm, silky, seemingly moist cocoon. The sensation seemed to focus more on areas below his waist.

No sooner had he drifted, however, than reality tugged at his consciousness. But, until most who were hurled back into reality from a sweet daydream, back into a supposedly bland, melancholy world, Naruto came back meeting a rivaling measure of sensuality that kept escalating at each passing moment.

His shoulders sagged at the warm and unfamiliar environment within which he ventured. And he heaved a shaky sigh as Hinata opened and closed around him... wet and tight. He was in heaven.

At the same time, the beautiful princess yelped in both pain and pleasure — a bittersweet mixture of ecstasy, to say the least. She bit down on her lip, and then reclined her head onto the pillow. She moaned aloud, trying to stifle her vocal responses, and yet a sharp whimper followed her in throat. Her heart was racing, lungs gasping desperately for air, eyes tightly squeezed shut, and every muscle in her body went taut.

Still, her prince was able to delve even deeper.

In a heartbeat, what was left of the princess's hymen faded to memory. She felt the truth of it with much certainty, but it came with no regrets, only contentment. The loss of her virtue was visible on Naruto's shaft as he slowly, meticulously, fluently, continued to deepen himself inside her world.

I...I can feel something entering me, she moaned, her forehead creasing. It's so unusual... but it feels so good. Na...Naruto-kun!

Naruto entered but half way inside of her tightly enclosed tunnel, mesmerized by her breathless panting and gasps. He moved in an out at an amble pace, careful not to venture farther than where he had initially explored.

He wanted to know her responses... all of them. And his desire soared — like the searing flames of an active volcano — as he watched her move and writhe beneath him. She looked like a goddess, too beautiful, too majestic, and too graceful for a man's eyes. But given to him was the privilege to see and to touch, and he wanted even more.

As soon as he was entirely coated in her feminine nectar, and her sacred realm had gotten somewhat accustomed to his width, Naruto decided to deepen himself move, until he could go no farther.

Just before he did, however, Hinata requested on soft, rickety breath that he kissed her. With a brilliant light of hope shimmering in her eyes, she told him of her desire to have him lay on top of her. Needless to say, Naruto would not neglect her wish, nor would he allow his lady to wait.

After capturing her lips with his for another time — a silent but telling gesture of his love, our hero allowed his body to rest atop hers. His hard chest pressed against her breasts, and they flushed under the pressure of his weight. Then he proceeded to ease the remainder of his length inside her and she, in turn, eased her short, neat nails into his back.

A soft but high-pitched whimper rose in Hinata's throat as the rest of her home was occupied, and she bit down in his neck. Naruto frowned, deriving more pleasure than pain from the bruise.

The princess's body kept getting tense as she tightened around him. But Naruto told her it would only be more uncomfortable, if she did not try to relax. He said so with sympathy and comforted her as much as he could with his lips, his eyes, and the anesthetic-like sound of his voice.

His weight filled every slope and curve of her body. It got harder to breathe again but, the princess cared only about the thrilled she felt. Her soft flesh seemed to mold into his like French vanilla infused with a very light shade of taffy.

And it didn't take long before she got used to him. In time, there was no longer a bittersweet blend of ecstasy. That slight prick of pain, that unwelcome discomfort, had evaporated, like a blistering heat against condensation.

"More...," Hinata demanded in a steamy breath against Naruto's ear. And in response, he throbbed and hardened inside her. "Amazing!" she exclaimed, relishing in the gratification. "I...I can feel Naruto-kun deep inside me. It's embarrassing... but it feels so good!"

She could feel it — that familiar trigger before the turbulent avalanche. Now she was aware of what it meant, and she braced for impact.

The door suddenly snapped open — a door that only her prince possessed the key to unlock. She bounded her legs around his waist as her body quaked and her muscles tightened. She screamed and clawed her nails into his flesh again, clinging desperately to him as the rapids rammed deliciously into her body.

Her center was throbbing so fast Hinata knew if it were her heart, she would have likely suffered from a heart attack. She was careful to cling to him as the violent waters tried to drown her in its unforgiving depths. Her pelvic walls sucked at his manhood, eagerly awaiting the release of his essence so that it may devour.

All of a sudden, Naruto released the entire weight of his body on top of her, and then hugged his princess close. He rolled over — now, she was sitting on top of him, his steel nestled deep. It throbbed vigorously, whispering to the center of her heat. And those stimulated lips down south listened. They parted. And they spoke.

Her morning dew coated his rod. The chemical was like an aphrodisiac — it drugged him, making the chivalrous knight incredibly harder, hungrier for a release. And his steel hummed beneath her again. They pulsated together, as if joined in a sacred hymn of desire.

But Naruto was at his limit. He could wait no longer.

As drained and breathless as her orgasm had left her, Hinata took it up upon herself to merge their worlds once more. She heaved a long, sexy sigh as she slid down and filled herself with the delicious size of him. It may have been only for a moment, but she had missed her special tenant.

The princess leaned forward against Naruto's chest, her tiny hands anchored upon his pectoral muscles, her hair in his face. They moved slowly together, fingers now entwined, his sighs harmonizing with hers.

It wasn't long before Hinata was hungry again — hungry for a greater level of pleasure. Sitting upright now, either legs astride his waist, she moved about him with renewed energy and zeal. She felt an incredible rush of exhilaration at the thought of being on top of him and in charge. The position added to her desire.

The princess rose and fell sinuously. With absolute control and precision at her disposal, she created magic at a pace she found favorable — taking him all inside when she needed to. Her love nest squeezed his package as she rocked this way and that, mindlessly willing to break him if it meant meeting another release.

Pant. Pant.

Naruto's breaths came fast, utterly wrapped around the finger of Desire. He watched as Hinata's creamy breasts danced — enticing him with a charm he could not resist. And he rose as his desire did, to contribute to the flames of their sensuality. He cupped her soft curves, squeezing them periodically, nipples nestled between his fingers.

"So deep... I can feel Naruto-kun deep inside me," Hinata uttered on a silky breath, her voice coated in a thick layer of carnal desire. Her body reclined at the import of pleasure, her head whipping back.

Naruto pressed a scorching kiss at the hollow at the base of her throat, and then his nose drew a line up the skin of that sweet, slender column, to the point of her chin.

The princess's eyes were smoky with arousal. And the moment she lowered her head, her prince sought and found what he craved. He kissed her, burning, crushing her lips with his in a deep, dark, wet kiss.

"No! Na...Na...Naruto-kun," she cried between panting breaths, her vision blurred.

Now Naruto had bent her over, hands bracing against the wall for support. She whimpered that they shouldn't do it as they were — that she could feel him all the way inside, his unwavering steel tapping against her uterus. And yet, her subconscious and inner goddess were sitting on their heels in bed, their kissing breasts sleek with sweat as they both hugged under the overwhelming weight of sweet, sweet ecstasy.

"Don't! Don't stop!" Hinata was drunk with pleasure. She moaned, muttering how good it felt. Her voice sounded as though it had been gilded a beautiful gold — kissed by a sweet hue of honey.

She loved the position he had placed her in. It was new, incredibly intense and... erotic. She felt entirely open, revealed, and dominated by him. The reins of control were tipped in his favor once again. And, with each time he slammed in hard and deep, she could feel the muscles tighten in her belly.

"Yes!" she could feel and hear as his vessel stirred her juices deep inside. "More!" she demanded. "Harder!" she insisted. "Have your complete way with me! Thrust deeper, even deeper inside!"

The princess had started working her hips as she spoke, breaking the rhythm of Naruto's amble movement — and he frowned in wonder. Had his performance not met her expectations? Was she perhaps mocking him?

"Give me more!" her commands ensued with an open smile, her lips drooping in a sultry fashion.

Her breasts bounced as she moved frantically about him, reclining vigorously to meet his delicious forward thrust. It was evident what she craved, and she would indeed receive.

Naruto's eyes imbued gray with desire — a fierce storm playing over those blue seas, stirring the once placid waters into an ocean of roaring, lapping waves. Dangerously close within this moment was the bridge between the thrill of battle and the thrill of lovemaking.

Recklessly, Hinata challenged him, almost instinctively, and the raging seas got ever fiercer. She rolled her hips harder, the force of her motion driving him backward. And her realm tightened around him, squeezing the lean, rigid length of his shaft relentlessly.

The princess knew the danger that lurked ahead, and it stirred her desire — promising her a more potent breath of gratification.

Naruto's adrenaline coursed hot and fast through his veins. Strength. Courage. Endurance. Determination. Creativity... all were at its peak, ready to be molded together to forge a greater resolve — characteristically, he had accepted her challenge and would strive to best her in this game of passion. Whether or not this was a battle, he would not lose!

Pant. Pant.

It was hard to breath. The air was thin and dry with heat and desire. Their colliding bodies sang an erotic tune as Naruto keep charging in and out of her — stretching his soul mate to suit his length and width. She could feel his vanilla bar rubbing, scraping the highly sensitive walls of her sacred path. And Hinata moaned and panted in her escalating delight.

Adorably, she frowned and growled when Naruto withdrew from her and guided her toward the bed. She whimpered and her inner goddess pouted, but only for a brief instant. Ecstasy wouldn't grant them the privilege of staying still, not this day, or any other day for that matter.

Lying gracefully on her back at the edge of the bed, her legs wide open, the princess sighed and moaned when her love cast his thunderbolt inside her once more. She couldn't get enough, and her heat crept toward supernova as he kept thrusting in and out of her. Together, hand in hand, they climbed the treacherous mountain face of pleasure, scaling its heights in hopes of reaching the summit of ecstasy.

Hinata's responsiveness had slowed significantly. She was drunk with pleasure and passion. And she bit down on her index finger and panted between her teeth, looking up through the haze cast by her eyes, at her darling prince.

An excited grin stretched wide across his face when he noted her wondrous eyes on him, his bright teeth standing in vivid contrast to the deep russet color of his skin. She was surprised he could smile when they were both caught in a twisting whirlpool of sexual thrill — raw and relentless.

Suddenly, Hinata clutched the sheets, submitting to another powerful orgasm. The chibis that were her subconscious and inner goddess huddled together with a cute, prolonged mewl as Hinata screamed her release. And Naruto groaned as her muscles went in a frenzy around him. They were both exhausted. Their breaths came fast and hard, and the princess could feel the overwhelming strain that dawned on her body with this third climax.

Compassionately, Naruto decided to give her ample time to catch her breath and yet, when he looked into her eyes, he could still see that shimmering gleam of challenge. Had his latest performance still not suffice? Had he once against failed to slake his lady's insatiable lust? Our champion didn't intend to give up and, with that, he closed his eyes.

Within mere moments, a gear clicked into place and there was a sudden shift in the atmosphere. A gateway opened but, openly to the privileged, and natural energy suddenly came gushing into his body. There was an unusual abundance of energy lingering in his room and this sped up his transformation. Naruto's skin became cool as power filled and energized his system. The aches of his muscles lifted, and his breathing returned to normal.

"I'm not done yet!" Naruto's eyes flashed open with the mark of the sage, gleaming with renewed passion and challenge.

Hinata gasped, her eyes widening with abject shock as her suddenly assertive knight pushed her legs back and plunged into her convulsing quarters once more. She cried out as the heat from his steely lever consumed her whole — spreading from the pocket it conquered throughout her entire being.

Through her sexual excitement, Naruto could feel Hinata's chakra oozing out through her pores. It was warm and soothing; it replenished him — and he leaned forward so that he could crush her breasts with his large hands. He kneaded them as though he were preparing noodles for ramen.

The sage heard the sacred and absolute demands of Desire. The celestial deity spoke to him and, he understood.

With consistency the most important variable in his epic journey of conquest, Naruto keep pumping her, lifting her higher. He brought her to altitudes that rendered her breathless. The princess felt as though she was going to break, and the chibi laid passed out in bed from sexual overdose.

Just before all the wind was forced out of her, leaving her vulnerable to the weaving hands of unconsciousness, Hinata did quick work to active the power of her eyes and crippled his power source using her Jyuuken Fist.

Almost simultaneously, something heaved a long, shrilling roar inside Naruto, stirring its destructive powers and shaking its dark, parallel world.

A measure of the Kyūbi's energy seeped into a dark portal, slipping through the dimensions to entice Naruto with its overwhelmingly dark force. He accepted the malicious energy, using it but to undo the handy work of his fair lady, thus, correcting the flow of his chakra.

"Na...Naruto-kun," the exhausted princess whispered between her lips, her breaths shaky and dry. She raised one hand in an ushering gesture, inviting him to lie beside her.

Naruto was uneasy, and the gleam made of enigma that quivered in her eyes did little to loosen the knot his stomach had made of itself. He couldn't help but wonder if she was upset. He wasn't sure Hinata liked the idea of being handled the way she was — and the fact that she went so far as to attack him proved as much.

Our beautiful snuggly-wugglie hurried to strap her arms around her charming knight and bury herself against his hard body, her flushed cheek fast upon his chest. "Naruto-kun was so amazing," she praised, and the truth of her words relieved our hero of his suffocating grief.

"You're so beautiful." he shifted his head so that he could press a kiss atop her head.

As he lay beside her, wrapped in the blanket that was her love and affection, Naruto seemed to understand why she was not displeased: her response was not in defense, not in surrender — but rather, a challenging greed that swelled as ripely his own. In that fleeting moment of overwhelming pleasure and desire, her body wanted more while her mind wanted a quarter. Her resolve was an instinctive mistake, but perhaps one that preserved her sanity.

"I love you."

"...Hinata." he kissed her head once more. "I love you, too... so very much."

The princess was so happy she could almost cry. But, instead, she crawled on top of him and held tresses of hair behind her ear as she leaned forward to remind herself the flavor of his lips. "Let's do it once more." her voice was as light as cotton and as sweet as maple syrup.

"Mmm... one final bout," Naruto clarified with a pleased smile.

"Hn! I want to taste Naruto-kun's milkshake again."

The entranced knight raised a hand to her cheek, and her eyes trailed his fingers for a while before she held his gaze anew — hesitant, yet acute. His smile stretched into one of intent as he brought his fingers together and performed a technique. And Hinata's eyes widened when she felt a pair of hands loop underneath her arms and lift her from the bed.

She muttered a series of incoherent questions in her confused state, but Naruto spared her no enlightenment. Instead, he cast his counterparts a gaze wrought of instruction and they both proceeded to hold Hinata in an upright sitting position. She sat on their joint arms — as though she were sitting in a swing, her hands clasping either one of their shoulders for balance.

With purposeful strides, her seductive knight made his way between her open legs. He smelled deeply of her scent just before kneeling before her and treating his taste buds to her sacred elixir.

Repeatedly, he dialed her number with his tongue. He dialed imperiously and with heaven-like grace. He dialed passionately with alternating speeds. He dialed until her loins rang and she demanded that he accessed her.

Naruto moved quickly to dispose himself to her bidding. And she coiled her arms around his head as they scaled the rock face together, determined to stand atop that glorious speak.

With each powerful and delicious thrust, Hinata's loins continued to ring — like a school bell — dismissing not only her composure but, her strength to boot. Her core squeezed and screamed under the force of Naruto's spectacular performance. And she smiled an open smile in the sweet embrace of ecstasy.

Without so much as a sound or instructional gaze, Naruto withdrew from her, and the clones brought their beautiful princess back toward the bed.

Her star didn't make her wait long, to feel that gap being filled once more. And while she lay on her back in bed — arched against him — her legs locked around his hips, she glimpsed the doubles watching them with desire lit in their eyes. It was true they merely were just a part of him — but the princess felt arousal at the fact that she was being watched.

Naruto's mouth was hot on her skin. He scorched her flesh with fiery kisses, leaving a delightful heat in his wake. She was caught in his web of desire. His skin was wet, her body sleek with sweat. Exhaustion rippled through them both, still they moved together.

The princess could feel him pulling her body in and moving deeper into her. She wanted to bite him, just to hear him screaming her name. She was enraptured and intoxicated. She could feel the delicious venom that was his sexual energy, coursing, running deep inside her veins. It burned beneath her skin — and although her body was brimming with what she craved, that insatiable lust remained.

She wanted more, fearing this might be the first and the last time she would be sampled by her beloved prince.

Impatient hands. Hungry mouths. Panting breaths. Desperate words — Naruto couldn't get enough, and, god... her adorable voice!

Mutual understanding dawned in this moment as their consciousness seemed to link for but a fleeting instant. They were almost at the end of their epic journey. They were both aware — and, just before he exploded with his desires, he dismissed his clones or rather, he lost focus of the technique due to the gratification of his imminent orgasm.

Before Naruto could withdraw his member, to grand his lady the sustenance she craved — the measure of pleasure accumulated by his counterparts added to that of his own, and he ended up releasing his seed, deep inside Hinata's womb.

He roared in delight. And the princess arched off the bed in response as a rippling orgasm washed through her like a fierce streak of lightening. She screamed and dug her neat nails into his defenseless flesh as they both trembled together.

"I... I can feel Naruto-kun's semen swimming into me! Warm... it's so very warm! I can feel it!"

The fulfilled warrior rolled off a happy and contented Hinata, allowing his love to catch her breath. And they clung together in a light stupor as the quake of their bodies gradually calmed and their pulse slowed. The couple hadn't realized just how exhausted they were, until they both drifted off into unconsciousness together.

Naruto laid on his back in bed, completely pooped. His body felt like the after math of a train crash. At least he knew, for his very first time, he had performed exceptional well — except for the whole Sage Mode scenario. How embarrassing.

Without warning — a flush staining her cheeks — Hinata sat on her heels in bed and lightly clasped her beloved's package in her tiny hand. Expertly brushing coils of hair behind her ear, she lowered her head so that she could lick his tip.

"Ehhhh?" Naruto exclaimed, shocked that she still hadn't had enough. "Hi-Hinata!" he was already breaking out into a sweat. "It's not as resilient as yours; I still need time to recover."

Her inner goddess pouted, looking to her sister who shared her sentiments. They were both awake and ready for more.

"Please, just let me eat some more to regain my strength. I need Ichiraku's ramen!"

"Tough luck," the princess returned in a casual, mutinous tone, blushing still. "Naruto-kun didn't give me any time to rest — so he doesn't deserve any break, either."

"Eh... Ehhh? Hi-Hinata — be reasonable!" he attempted to negotiate as he cupped her hands together so that she would release his overworked and chafed sausage.

"This is mine!" she looked at it with an innocently straight face. "And I will have it whenever I please!"

"SERIOUSY, WHO ARE YOU? AND WHAT DID YOU WITH THE REAL HINATA?!" Naruto shouted aloud in his frustration, knowing that he was already doomed!