The room was dimly lit, creating a hazy sense of sensuality. Yet despite the poor lighting, Hinata would clearly see Naruto’s shining amber gaze, flickering uncertainly, and the hints of a blush that crept across his skin like fallen rose petals.
“H-Hinata…” the other’s voice was a whisper, his hands hesitantly placed against Hinata’s arms, just barely touching, as if trying to keep her at a distance.
“Xian~sheng~” Hinata’s voice was just as soft, melodical. She leaned in far enough to be just shy of threatening, putting none of her weight against his defense. She cocked her head to the side, eyes wide. The action made her deceptively young and innocent face seem even more so as ginger locks of hair swept over her cheeks. “What’s wrong?”
“This… This isn’t really… appropriate…” The way he tried to hold his composure together was adorable, ever the gentleman. But she could taste the tinge of hesitation and fear in the air.
Naruto always forgot that he was an husband. He didn’t understand his instincts, his mind too unused to them. He didn’t notice the way he cowered away from Hinata’s dominance as if in submission, tilting his head just slightly to bare his neck to the Wife he was bonded with.
To gods, the whole idea of Wife and husband was a new, foreign thing, nothing they’d ever have to consider or worry about. But Naruto was no god, not anymore. Now, he was Hinata’s bonded husband.
Her beautiful, clueless husband.
It had been so amusing when they had wed, Naruto considering himself her “husband”, but Hinata had indulged his innocence… She had cultivated this oblivious sense of chivalry, pride and guilt. He was a god, after all, and Hinata was but a mortal, so easily hurt...
Hinata ducked her head, allowing her ginger curls to hide her pretty face as her expression twisted into something dark and hungry. She breathed in the soft scent of fresh grass - what a strange scent for a once god of war - as she drew away from Naruto.
Hinata’s voice softened with dejection and understanding.
“We’re already married, darling, and you still can’t trust me? Are you still worried that I’ll hurt your people…? Even though I only did what I did because of your manipulations? You kept me in the dark… and even now…” Hinata trailed off, looking up at the other, her usually cheerful expression frosty.
“No, I-” Naruto was at a loss for words, feeling his heart twist with guilt. “That’s not…”
“Then why do you push me away even now?” Hinata interrupted, taking a firm step forward back into Naruto’s space as the man began to back away, fingers clenched in anxiety. With every slow step the Wife took, her husband took one step back. It was pure instinct that had Naruto’s breath catching in fear and anticipation alike, but Hinata nonetheless latched onto it and used it against him. “See… you don’t even want to be near me.” Though her expression was unreadable, the bitter sorrow that tinged her voice was almost tangible.
Naruto stopped mid step, forcing himself to stay in place as Hinata once again stepped forwards, pressing against him.
“That’s… not true. I would not have wed you if I did not trust you… if I did not love you,” was Naruto’s gentle reply.
The unexpected response made Hinata’s heart flutter for a moment, the darkness clearing from her mind, but soon it returned with a hunger for more. An implied confession of love… how could that be enough?
She wanted more from Naruto. She wanted to own him, claim him, mark him.
“Really?”
“Of course.”
Hinata eyed him skeptically. “Then prove it.”
“Prove?” The confusion in his gaze was so cute.
“Let me take control, Naruto-darling,” Hinata whispered, bringing her hand up to cup the side of Naruto’s face.
Naruto averted his gaze, placing his own hand over hers. “... If that is what you desire.”
The thrill of dominance sung in her veins, called for her to act. But not yet… The time wasn’t right.
She wanted to break Naruto apart… unravel him bit by bit…
Her hands slid to the back of his neck, pulling him in for a kiss. Amber eyes slid closed as Naruto followed her movements unresistingly. Their lips pressed together in a chaste, soft touch like a dragonfly landing on water.
“Open up for me, Darling,” Hinata encouraged gently, her slightly hairy lips brushing against Naruto’s as she spoke and her breath warm against his skin. She saw an almost imperceptible shiver travel through the husband’s body as the lips against hers parted, allowing her entrance.
Instantly, all semblance of gentleness disappeared.
Hinata pressed forwards, forcing her husband up against the wall, her tongue diving deep and plundering every inch of that hot, wet space, swallowing up the soft whimpers that vibrated between their tongues. She felt Naruto’s hands fly up to her shoulders, clenching and unclenching, but not daring to push her away. She saw his brows crinkle adorably, subtly pulling back as the sensations and scent coming from his Wife overwhelmed him, telling him to submit.
Unfortunately for him, he had nowhere to go.
Hinata’s hands slipped down, slowly beginning to strip her beautiful husband. The coat went first, and Naruto only hesitated for a split second before complying with her motions the best he could, his mind occupied by the intensity of their entangled tongues. Then his vest and his tie and his shirt soon followed, her hands exploring his smooth skin. She saw his eyes open, golden gaze hazy and unfocused, as her hands slipped into his trousers, squeezing that plump, delectable ass. Her fingers sunk lewdly into the flesh, clenching hard enough to leave bruises.
She felt a gasp and a moan vibrate against her, her leg forcing his legs apart and pressing upwards.
When she finally pulled away, Naruto looked utterly debauched.
His hair was tousled, his face red. He panted, saliva making his bruised, swollen lips shine. Amber eyes stared down at her hazily, confused and overwhelmed. His entire weight was slumped, held up by her leg and her hands on his ass, knees too weak to support him.
Hinata was entranced, staring predatorially as she leaned in, pushing the man’s body down against her mascular leg.
She watched as his head fell back, mouth opening in a little “o” of pleasure.
So beautiful… she could almost imagine what it would be like to have him spread out under her, crying as she fucked into his cervix, brutalising his insides and filling him up with her seed. Hinata licked her lips hungrily as she ground her thigh up against Naruto’s hardening bulge, keeping up a constant stimulation as he panted and whimpered, too lost in pleasure to even remember his composure. She didn’t stop until his eyes rolled back, pretty pink tongue lolling out as wetness spread across his crotch.
Viscous fluid stained her fingers from where they pressed between his plump cheeks, down past his nervously fluttering hole and into the moist, hot flesh below. Like a flower bud, it was closed so tightly, trembling as she forced her way past those soft slick petals to its core.
Naruto’s entire body was shaking from the aftershocks of his orgasm, twitching weakly against Hinata.
“Naruto-darling, do you feel good?” Hinata whispered, drawing her leg away. She was patient as she waited for him to come down from his high and return to reality. “Naruto-darling…?”
The sound of his name seemed to lull Naruto back to reality, his eyes beginning to refocus and his shivers slowly weakening. His golden gaze was misty, lost and disoriented. Hinata saw the moment his mind fully returned, saw the way his eyes went wide in shock and the tears of humiliation he blinked back, saw the flush that stained his cheeks so beautifully. She felt his thighs tense, trying to close to stop the fluid that dripped down his legs, but his movements were hindered by Hinata’s thigh between his.
Naruto squirmed in her grasp, ducking his head and trying to hold himself up on shaky legs. The delicate flower between his legs twitched nervously, clenching against Hinata’s exploring fingers. “H-Hinata… Please… I-”
His Wife didn’t let him finish the thought. “Are you trying to get away again, Naruto-darling?”
“No! I just… it’s too…” Naruto’s voice trailed off, his usual eloquence failing him.
“Are you going to go back on your word? On your trust?” Hinata pushed, unrelenting, as her eyes narrowed dangerously.
“...I… I would never… You know that…” Naruto’s voice was barely a whisper, but Hinata heard him loud and clear in the silence of the room. When his gaze flickered up nervously, Hinata smiled, warm and soft and trusting, and she felt the man’s body relax against his own as if a burden had been lifted off his shoulders.
“Did you feel good just now, Naruto-darling?” Hinata asked again.
“... yes…” the reply was almost inaudible, and Hinata hummed in satisfaction when she heard it.
“Let’s get these off hm?” Naruto shuddered against her, leaning his weight forward in her embrace as she pulled her fingers away from the soft, wet opening, beginning to push his trousers and underwear off. Naruto lifted his hips obligingly as they slipped over the curve of his ass and fell to pool at his feet.
Hinata wrapped a steadying arm around the man’s waist, sealing their lips together again and carry him in bridal style towards the bed. Her pretty husband stumbled in her arms , letting out muffled whimpers that she eagerly devoured.
As they reached bed, she put him on bed gently , letting herself fall backwards onto the soft mattress. The arm she had around Naruto’s waist pulled him down with her, causing the husband to let out a surprised yelp. The sudden motion had him throwing out his arms to brace his landing, preventing him from colliding with the Wife below him. He loomed over Hinata, hands on either side of her head and bare legs astride her lap, looking down at the smiling lady with wide eyes.
Their position was rather embarrassing as he was riding his wife and Naruto felt his face heat up as he stuttered out an apology, making to get off the other. “I-I apologi- ah!” He didn’t even manage to get the words out before hands pulled him down so that his full weight rested on Hinata heavy breasts. He could feel slick wetness on the other’s fingers, and his face heated when he remembered how they had been… down there…
Her hands were back on his ass cheeks, squeezing and pushing them together in the most lewd way. He shut his eyes tight, biting his already swollen lip to avoid making any sounds, but he couldn’t stop his cry of surprise as he was suddenly flipped onto his back, Hinata having reserved their positions.
The sheets of the bed were warm with Hinata’s body heat, and he could taste seawater on his tongue. Something about this made him feel like heat was running through his veins, surrounding him and entrapping him with no escape. It was overwhelming in the strangest way, and though he had already reached orgasm, there was an itch inside that became more and more pronounced with every second that slipped by.
“Naruto-darling, do you really want it this badly?” Hinata’s breath fanned over his neck as she lowered her head, kissing his throat gently. It wasn’t until he felt hands against his thigh and hip, pinning him down, that he realised he had his head thrown back, his body arched and his smooth legs rubbing at Hinata’s slighlty hairy legs.
How wanton… How shameless…
He swallowed thickly, fighting back tears of shame as his face burned even hotter.
He… he wasn’t usually like this. He didn’t know why, yet it simmered in his gut, pushing him to seek more than the friction of soft sheets under his body, more than the dominance of the Wife that loomed over him, her hair a curtain that caged him and hid him from the world. He wanted to feel more of that… of being possessed… of being owned…
Naruto fought to calm himself, taking deep breaths as teeth embedded themselves into his jugular, sending a tremor of fear and heat up his spine. He felt the other’s slick tongue against his skin, soothing the slight sting of pain and irrationally comforting the fear in his heart. His skin bruised under the force of teeth and her mustached lips.
“Tell me, darling, tell me the truth… Stop fighting it…” The words were soft like a lullaby, pulling at Naruto’s heart.
Naruto clenched his eyes shut harder, unable to accept it. His guilt and love warred with his shame, but ultimately did not come out on top. He felt Hinata’s movements pause atop of him, then he heard the other laugh softly.
“Naruto-darling.” There was a warm hand on his cheek and he couldn’t help but lean into the touch as if it were his only hope. “Open your eyes for me.”
Naruto blinked his eyes open, cor lapis bright in the dim room, and met the dark abyss of Hinata’s own blue eyes. A shiver ran through his body.
His wrists were grabbed, pinned above his head for but a moment before Hinata released him once more, smiling lovingly down at him. It made Naruto feel so warm inside. “Keep them there for me, okay, darling? Don’t disappoint me...” her voice was so sweet and adoring that Naruto gave a small, hurried nod in agreement, afraid to let this moment of love slip through his fingers.
“Good…” Hinata kissed his cheek, tender and sweet, too short to be properly enjoyed.
Fingers ran over the small, soft curve of his slightly developed breasts, indicative of a still developing husband. Hinata couldn’t wait to see them swell, blooming to full maturity as his belly grew round with the ultimate symbol of Hinata’s claim over him… His soft, small nipples were pink and delicate, like tiny flower buds.
She couldn’t hold back her hunger any longer and leaned down to take a tender nub into her mouth, sucking and tasting the small bud and feeling it harden from her ministrations. The action drew a sharp cry from Naruto which was quickly stifled as he bit his lips, squirming under the sparks of sensation. It felt so weird and foreign in such a place, like electro under his skin. He wanted desperately both to feel more and get away at the same time, yet no matter how much he writhed and squirmed, he remembered Hinata’s order.
He had to show he trusted Hinata.
He had to keep his hands still.
Slender fingers clenched into the soft bedsheets, hands trembling with the effort to keep them still, keep himself in this position, bared open for Hinata to do as she wished with his body. It felt so vulnerable… yet for some reason it felt so right...
“Ah!” Sharp teeth suddenly sunk into sensitive flesh, pinpricks of pain throbbing and spreading through his nerves as his flesh heated and swelled under the abuse.
His hands curled into fists, crinkling fabric.
As quickly as it came, the pain disappeared, a warm, wet tongue soothing it before it moved further down.
His thigh was bitten, hard enough to draw blood, trembling from the pain, but this time he managed to hold in his cries. He knew that Hinata wanted him to express his pleasure… but it was far too embarrassing… just listening to how lewd and wanton he sounded… he couldn’t take it… It was humiliating.
He didn’t want to upset his wife, but his shame was far too great.
Hinata wasn’t upset. She was far from. In fact, she found the way her pretty husband clung so hard to his composure and demeanor adorable. She wanted to see him break, lose himself in pleasure like he had just now, see him cry brokenly, humiliated, trying to hold together the tatters of his calm.
Just the idea made her hot and she could feel her underwear growing tight.
She wanted to ruin him now .
And why shouldn’t she? Naruto was ever so obedient… keeping his hands where they were meant to be, afraid of upsetting and disappointing her, she knew. There was no need for her to deny herself any longer.
She shoved Naruto’s legs upwards, causing him to rock backwards almost violently on the bed, hands scrabbling for purchase on the slippery, silken sheets. The husband’s soft thighs were spread, revealing his most private area.
Under his pretty, pink and twitching cock, bloomed a beautiful, moist rose, its petals slick and trembling shyly under Hinata’s hungry gaze. She leaned in, breathing in his sweet scent and teased those slick lips apart with the tip of her tongue, tasting him. Naruto’s thighs twitched and trembled in her grasp, but he never struggled as she dove in deeper, dragging her canines against sensitive flesh, and carefully exposing that tiny, firm bud of nerves with her teeth.
She could hear the muffled whimpers coming from the pliant, obedient body beneath her as her tongue pressed against that most sensitive flesh, dragging the rough surface over the trembling bud torturously slow. The Dominant wife felt her husband’s hips twitch, as if trying to buck into the sensations, but she held him firm and he did his best to stay still in her hold.
She was far stronger than he was. So him being lay ever so obediently under her, submitting himself to her dominance had hardly any choice left. She couldn’t deny the rush of excitement and heat that thrummed through her veins at that idea.
It made the Hinata feel powerful in a way even battling and slaughtering her enemies couldn’t.
Her hands slid down to the base of his thighs so that she could use her thumbs to unfurl the fragile flower of his core, revealing the twitching, pink entrance. It winked at her rhythmically, as embarrassed and shy as its owner must be feeling, almost beckoning to be fucked open.
Hinata eagerly obliged.
She thrust two fingers inside, watching it tremble, opening up. She could feel the hot, swollen walls clinging to her and massaging her. Scissoring her fingers, her heart jumped with the rhythmic pulsing of blood she could feel and the way that delicate entrance strained to close, only to be forced open.
When Hinata tugged her fingers out, Naruto clenched around them, almost like he was trying to keep her inside. How lewd… how needy… and who was Hinata to deny him?
Returning to her position above Naruto, she swiftly pushed up her short skirt and freed her straining cock. If Naruto saw it, he would no doubt be shocked. It seemed huge even she is larger than her husband, veins bulging menacingly. The knot at the bottom was intimidatingly thick, even deflated. But poor Naruto, staring up into her eyes, mind hazy and pleasured-addled, was too entranced by the loving smile she wore to notice. His neck was covered in marks, bloodied and bruised, and Hinata watched as her husband smiled back, looking so happy to see his Wife happy.
And then Hinata pulled back, and pushed inside her huge cock . She saw the way that fragile entrance was made to stretch obscenely around her thick cock, being forced wide as it clenched weakly in objection. Felt that slick heat envelop her bit by bit… then with a sudden thrust , she felt something inside give away and tear under the force of her cock.
His hymen , she thought to herself in delighted surprise, giddy with lust at the thought that she was the first to possess this beautiful husband. The first and only . Hers . Only hers.
Naruto’s amber eyes flew wide, his face the image of confusion, as if his mind couldn’t process what had occurred.
Hinata didn’t give him the time to figure it out. She immediately grabbed his slim, almost dainty waist and began to thrust into the slick heat, soft walls being forced apart by her intruding member. The force of her thrusts punched adorable, aborted little gasps and whimpers out from between Naruto’s swollen lips, getting deeper and deeper inside. Realisation and shock began to creep into Naruto’s expression as he scrambled to gather his composure back together, unable to stop the noises that he made. “Ah! Ah-ah-uh-hah-wai- too- ah! Fa-ast!” His words were broken as Hinata thrusted relentlessly, trying to find his pleasure spot.
Then… she seemed to hit something inside… something soft, yet firm, like a tiny, fleshy opening. Naruto’s entire body jolted, his hands nearly leaving their spot on the bed as his walls spasmed around her and his eyes rolled back. The loud, wanton moan had shameful tears rolling down his face.
Hinata’s smile turned feral.
She had hit her husband’s cervix.
Leaning down over her husband for better purchase, Hinata brutally shoved herself back in, aiming for that tender, and ever so delicate opening. She latched onto one of Naruto’s pretty, swollen nipples, sucking hard as his eyes rolled, overwhelmed by pleasure and shame alike. He couldn’t stop his lewd moans, like heavenly music in Hinata’s ears, yet his hands stayed against the bed above his head, pushing his chest up for more contact.
He felt like a cheap slut, and the wet squelch of his Wife’s cock and his own shameful sounds was all he could hear. His hips seemed to move of their own accord, pushing against Hinata’s thrusts as that place so deep inside was bruised and battered . His tears turned to humiliated sobs, and he cried brokenly as his nerves sung with stimulation, legs wrapping around Hinata’s waist for more… more .
It was too much… so much it hurt… yet it wasn’t enough. He wanted to please his Wife, he wanted his Wife to fill him even further, reach that terrible need so deep inside.
Teeth tugged roughly on the sensitive nubs on his chest, making him arch. His composure had completely shattered as he sobbed, impaled on his wife’s - his Wife’s thick cock, practically begging for her to open him up, fuck into him so deep and fill him full…
His little cock, so small compared to the beast inside him, twitched and bounced against his stomach with the force of Hinata’s thrusts, and he felt her press their bodies closer, making more marks on his neck. Her soft yet heavy breasts brushed against his own in a way that still made him want to blush. His naked form felt so exposed, arms raised to bare himself to the still fully clothed Wife above him.
Each thrust of her hips rammed into him, brutalising his delicate walls and then…
That tiny entrance inside was battered open, and that monsterous cock filled him and stretched him like never before.
Naruto’s eyes rolled back, his entire body spasming uncontrollably as he was impaled so impossibly deep, Hinata’s cock now moving in and out of his womb . The way he clenched so tightly slowed Hinata’s movements, but it didn’t take long for something even thicker to slip inside him, expanding and growing and stretching his poor entrance to the point of pain.
His vision went white as hot fluid gushed into him, his own cock twitching as he reached his second orgasm of the night.
Everything seemed to fade into endless waves of sensation.
When he came to, he realised he was still sobbing, tears rolling down his face as his body shuddered and twitched around the thick cock still inside. Lingering aftershocks of pleasure lanced through his spine from deep inside, forcing broken, hoarse moans from his throat. He panicked when he realised he had curled up, bringing his arms to his chest instead of where Hinata had told him to keep them and-
“Ssshhh, Naruto-darling, it’s alright… it’s over now…” Hinata’s voice was soothing in his ear as she ran her hand down his side, chest pressed against his back, a warm, soft, steadying force. It was then that Naruto realised they had changed positions, spooning on the bed as Hinata slowly rolled her hips against his. He was tuck up, still naked, embraced by her clothed form. “You did well… I’m so happy, darling…”
His mind began to calm, slipping into exhaustion with the soft, comforting words, even as sparks of electric pleasure continued to thrum in his veins. His stomach felt warm and bloated almost uncomfortably, but it was strangely soothing, even as more hot liquid gushed out from the thick intrusion lodged deep inside him, making it swell further.
“How about you get some rest, darling, the knot will take a while to go down…”
Sniffling, and too tired and fucked out to feel shame, Naruto gave a soft hum of agreement. He didn’t know what a knot was, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. His eyes slipped closed to Hinata’s melodic voice and he soon fell into slumber. Even the gross stickiness on their bodies didn’t seem to matter anymore.
“Sweet dreams… my pretty husband,” she said, soft and loving.
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