The golden gates of the Sanctuary swung open.
Torches lined the path. Seals glowed faintly across the courtyard floor.
And into the sacred chamber walked the emissaries.
From the Sand came Sahara — Gaara's sister in this world, reborn as a tall, willowy kunoichi with desert-red hair and eyes like burning gold. Her robes were light and flowing, her skin sun-kissed, her chakra dry and heavy as shifting dunes.
She bowed low, her breasts swaying free beneath thin silk.
"I bring the desert's womb to the Flame."
From the Mist came Sayaka — the cousin of Mei Terumi, her long teal hair dripping with mist, her lips lush and painted dark. She walked barefoot, body slick with scented oils that gleamed under torchlight.
Her voice purred as she bowed:
"I bring the ocean's tide, begging to drown in his seed."
From the Stone came Kurohime — a tall, muscular woman with dark gray hair and sharp, stone-cut features. Her breasts were bound by tight bandages that strained with her curves, and her thighs were thick, powerful.
She dropped to one knee, her chakra humming like an earthquake.
"I bring the mountain's womb, unbroken and waiting to be filled."
From the Cloud came Yoriko — a woman with skin like bronze lightning, hair braided in long silver cords, her body sleek and deadly. She wore only a short wrap around her hips, breasts bare, nipples pierced with golden rings that gleamed in the firelight.
She smirked as she bowed low, her breasts swaying.
"I bring the storm's womb, ready to be struck by lightning and flame alike."
The emissaries knelt together at the chamber's center, heads bowed, breasts heavy, thighs glistening with sweat.
Around them, Naruto's queens circled like predators.
Ino smirked. "They look like whores already."Sakura's eyes narrowed. "Let them prove it."Karin licked her lips. "I want to see them crawl."Hinata blushed softly, but her voice was sharp. "They will not touch him until they are marked."Tsunade smiled like a queen delivering judgment. "Then let the trials begin."
Naruto sat at the center of it all, his cock twitching beneath his robe as the emissaries raised their eyes to him in trembling, desperate hunger.
And in that silence, the breeding tournament of nations began.