Naruto woke to the feeling of warm water trickling over his chest.
Blinking, he sat up slowly, the aches of intense pleasure still humming through his body. He was in a small clearing now—someone had moved him from the battlefield. A soft cloth ran over his skin again, careful, gentle.
He turned his head.
Hinata.
She knelt beside him with a basin and towel, her lavender eyes filled with concern… and something else. Her cheeks were glowing pink. She refused to meet his eyes directly.
"Hinata…?"
"You were passed out," she whispered. "K-Kagami-sensei said you needed rest. I-I found you like this."
Her voice trembled slightly. But not with fear—with want.
He was still mostly naked, his cock resting semi-hard against his thigh, exposed. Hinata's gaze kept drifting toward it, even though she tried not to stare. Her towel moved over his abs, his chest, her fingers lingering just a second too long.
"You… You're different now," she said, voice barely above a whisper. "Your chakra… it's so strong. So warm. I can feel it even when I close my eyes…"
Her breath hitched.
Naruto sat up, his voice low. "Hinata… are you okay?"
She nodded, biting her lip.
"No," she whispered. "I've never been okay… not since I saw you fighting. Not since I started dreaming of this…"
Then she leaned in—and kissed him.
It was soft. Shy. Barely there.
But Naruto leaned in too, deepening it. Her lips parted with a gasp, and their tongues met—awkwardly at first, but soon melting into sweet, heated need. Her hands pressed against his chest, her modest breasts squished between them.
He felt her trembling.
"You don't have to—" he began.
"I want to," she said quickly. "Please… don't stop me."
With shaking fingers, she undid her jacket—unzipping slowly, until her large, pale breasts spilled out, nipples already stiff. Naruto's breath caught.
"D-Do they look okay…?" she asked softly, blushing down to her chest.
"They're perfect," he said honestly.
She slid her pants down next, revealing a neatly trimmed mound and glistening wet folds. She wasn't even pretending to hide her arousal anymore.
Then, gently, she climbed into his lap.
Her hands found his cock, stroking it shyly—slow, like she was learning him by touch. When he was hard again, pulsing and ready, she bit her lip and guided him in.
Both of them gasped.
Hinata sank down, inch by inch, her inner walls warm and trembling.
"I-It's so big," she whimpered. "I've dreamed about this… but I never thought…"
She moaned again as she bottomed out, burying him completely inside her tight, virgin heat. Naruto groaned, hands on her hips, not daring to move.
But Hinata surprised him.
She began to ride—not fast, not wild, but with tender rhythm. Soft whimpers escaped her lips as she bounced on his cock, her body flushed with arousal and love.
"N-Naruto… I love you," she said, eyes tearing up as she quickened her pace. "I've always… I've always…"
He cupped her face and kissed her again.
And when they came—together—she cried out his name in a voice that echoed through the woods, her body shaking with overwhelming pleasure as he flooded her womb.
She collapsed in his arms afterward, trembling, whispering his name over and over.
And in the shadows… someone else watched.
Ino.
"…He's making them all melt," she whispered, biting her lip. "Now I have to try him myself."