Naruto Uzumaki was practically vibrating, his sandals slapping against the pavement in a rhythm that showed his desperate impatience. He gripped Hinata's hand tightly with his left. He was towing her, his body leaned forward, carrying him toward the apartment complex that loomed in the distance like a promised land.
He had prepared. Oh, he had prepared.
Naruto had spent the entire morning applying high-grade silencing seals to every wall, the floor, and the ceiling. He had reinforced the new bed frame with steel bracing. This was his territory, his fortress. He was going to be the one in control this time. He was going to handle her.
He cast a quick, frantic glance back and up. The sheer scale of her still caught him off guard sometimes. Hinata was a towering monument of violet and black, her presence heavy enough to warp the air around her. She looked calm, almost placid, but the faint, intoxicating scent of dark chocolate and ozone washed over him, instantly spiking his heart rate. He jerked his attention back to the road, swallowing hard.
Just a little further.
Hinata followed him, her strides long and lazy, taking up the distance that Naruto had to jog to cover. From outside, she might have looked like a indulgent girlfriend being led by an enthusiastic partner, but beneath the surface, she was burning.
The Klyntar Weave beneath her skin was already active, pulsing with a deep, rhythmic violet light that shone faintly through the fabric of her casual lavender jacket and dark trousers. Her breath hitched in her chest, deepening, expanding her ribcage against the clothes that fit her form with an unnatural, fluid perfection. Deep inside of her mind, the symbiote stirred in anticipation that rumbled through her body, though it remained silent for now.
The echo of the shy girl deep in the corners of her mind was fluttering with happiness, content to be led, content to be wanted so openly. It was sweet. It was romantic. It was… safe.
And suddenly, that safety felt stifling.
As she watched Naruto's orange-clad back, a darker current rose up to swallow the shy flutter. He had prepared a cage for them. A controlled environment where he thought he could take the lead. It was adorable, truly, but the predator that now shared her soul rejected that. She didn't want a quiet, private session behind sealed doors. She wanted the thrill. She wanted the risk. She wanted to hear him gasp and struggle against the overwhelming reality of what she was.
The violet light on her neck flared brighter.
She activated her Byakugan without a hand seal. The world stripped down to wireframe and chakra signatures. Her vision swept the surrounding block around her, piercing through walls and around corners.
The street was empty. It was a dead time of day, the sun dipping low, casting long shadows that stretched like reaching fingers. To her right, between an empty storage depot and a high retaining wall, there was a narrow, shadowed gap. A blind spot.
There.
The shyness in the back of her head shrieked in protest, Outside? Anyone could see!, but the dark, ravenous hunger surged forward and crushed the hesitation into dust.
Hinata's hand tightened around Naruto's.
The sudden, immovable resistance yanked Naruto to a halt mid-step, nearly spinning him around.
"Hinata-chan?" Naruto blinked, looking up at her, confusion clouding the lust in his eyes. "What's wrong? Did you forget something?"
He looked down at her hand, seeing the intricate, tribal patterns on her wrist glowing a deep, hungry violet, pulsing in time with a heartbeat that was much too slow and heavy to be human.
Hinata looked down at him. Her face wasn't shy. Her lips curled up slowly, revealing teeth that seemed slightly too white, slightly too sharp, in a smile that was wider than before.
"No, Naruto-kun," she purred, her voice a melodic, resonant harmony that vibrated in his chest. "I just… have a better idea."
Before Naruto could process the shift in gravity, Hinata pulled. With a startled yelp, Naruto was spun around, and suddenly he was the one being towed, his feet scrambling to keep up as the towering kunoichi dragged him effortlessly toward the shadows of the alleyway.
The alleyway was narrow and damp, wedged tight between the backs of two looming buildings. Hinata didn't stop there. With a grip like a vice, she hauled Naruto around a sharp left turn, deeper into the maze.
They emerged into a tiny, claustrophobic dead end, formed by the convergence of three separate buildings. It was less a room and more a vertical shaft of shadow, a light well that the sun had long ago abandoned. The space was so tight that Hinata, stopping in the center, could have easily pressed her palms flat against one wall and braced the soles of her boots against the opposite wall just by stretching her long limbs. It was dark, intimate, and smelled of cool concrete and dust.
Naruto stumbled to a halt as Hinata released him, his sandals scuffing on the grit. He looked around the gloom, his eyes wide and nervous.
"Hinata-chan? What… what happened? Why did we stop here?"
Hinata didn't answer immediately. She turned slowly, the heavy darkness doing nothing to hide the luminous, pulse of glowing cerulean eyes or the faint, rhythmic glow emanating from beneath her clothes. Her expression was perfectly smooth and unreadable.
She took a single, gliding step forward.
Because of the height difference, the movement brought Naruto's face directly into the soft, yielding wall of her chest.
Whump.
Naruto's breath hitched in a strangled squeak. His vision was filled entirely with the lavender fabric of her top, strained tight over the massive, spherical volume of her breasts. The heat radiating off her was immense, and the scent, rich, dark chocolate and the ozone tang of a thunderstorm, flooded his nose, short-circuiting his brain. For a second, he forgot his own name, let alone what he had just asked. His eyes crossed slightly, staring at the valley of cleavage just inches from his nose.
Then, cool, long fingers slid under his chin.
Hinata applied gentle pressure, tilting his head back, forcing him to tear his gaze away from her chest and look up, up, up into her glowing eyes.
She didn't give him a chance to speak. She leaned down, closing the distance, and captured his lips in a deep, consuming kiss.
Mmmph…
Naruto's body went rigid for a split second, shock seizing his muscles, before the sensation melted him. He slumped against her, his hands coming up to rest on the wide, powerful flare of her hips, grounding himself against her. Her lips were soft, but there was a hunger behind them, a suction that felt like it was trying to draw the breath from his lungs.
Schhhlopp.
They broke apart with a wet, heavy sound. Naruto swayed, his eyes glazed, a dopey, blissed-out grin spreading across his face.
"Wow… that was… that was great, Hinata-chan," he whispered, his voice breathless. He tugged gently on her jacket. "But… but we really gotta get to my place."
Hinata didn't move. Her smile shifted. It wasn't the sweet smile of a mannered woman. It was the smile of a cat that had cornered a mouse and found the mouse adorable. Her voice dropped an octave, the dual resonance vibrating in the small stone shaft like a purring engine.
"It is good that you prepared, Naruto-kun," she hummed, the sound bouncing off the close walls. Her large hands began to roam, sliding up from his waist, over his shoulders, her fingers digging into the muscle of his back. "But… I want something more… thrilling."
Naruto blinked. "Thrilling?"
Hinata leaned down, her lips brushing the shell of his ear. "I want to do it right here."
Naruto's hypnotized expression shattered. His eyes popped open, round as dinner plates, and his face erupted into a shade of red that rivaled a tomato.
"WH-WHAT?!" he yelped, his voice cracking. He spun his head around frantically, looking at the dark windows high above them, at the entrance to the alley, at the walls. "H-here?! Hinata, we can't! This is… this is a public place! Someone could walk by! Someone could see us!"
Hinata inhaled deeply, her chest expanding against him, pushing him back a step.
Don't worry… she soothed, though the tone was laced with dark amusement. "I have already scanned surroundings."
She gestured gracefully with one hand towards the towering walls around them. "These three buildings are storage warehouses. Empty. Unoccupied. The entire block is silent for now."
She paused, and slowly, deliberately, her tongue slid out. It was unnaturally long, thick and textured, uncoiling like a serpent to wet her lips in a slow, glistening arc. Naruto watched the motion, transfixed, his protests dying in his throat. "We have time. Plenty of time."
Naruto shook his head violently, shaking off the lust-haze like a wet dog shaking off water.
"B-but still!" he sputtered, waving his hands. "People could… they could hear us! If we get too loud, or if you… uh… scream, or…"
Hinata's eyes narrowed playfully. She stepped closer again, trapping him against the brick wall.
"Oh?" she teased, her voice dripping with devilish intent. "It would be so embarrassing if someone heard us, wouldn't it? Imagine… the people finding out because we were too… eager."
"Exactly!" Naruto stammered, clueless what actually Hinata meant, sweating profusely. "That's what I'm sayin'! We gotta go to the…"
He stopped. His jaw dropped.
Hinata took a single step back.
As she moved, her clothes, the lavender jacket, the dark top, the pants, began to ripple. They didn't fall off. They lost their texture, turning into an inky, black liquid that roiled over her skin. With a wet, slick shhh-luck sound, the black biomass was sucked inward, absorbed instantly into her skin.
In the span of a heartbeat, Hinata stood completely, stark naked in the middle of the dark alleyway.
Naruto's brain ground to a complete halt. He stared, his mouth hanging open, his eyes tracing the impossible landscape of her body.
In the deep gloom of the light well, she was glowing. The Klyntar Weave beneath her moon-white skin was blazing with a deep, hungry violet light. The intricate tribal patterns flowed over the slope of her broad shoulders, spiraling down her arms to her fingertips. They traced between the heavy swell of her massive breasts, flowing into an intricate patterns on her solar plexus, and flowed down the valley of her abdominal muscles.
Lines of violet fire converged at her waist, emphasizing the dramatic, hourglass taper, before flaring out over her wide, powerful hips and diving down between her thighs, framing the smooth, hairless mound of her pussy, which seemed to pulse with its own internal light.
Hinata's smile darkened. She spun around with a dancer's grace.
Swish.
Her back was a masterpiece of alien art. The glowing violet filigree ran down her spine, accentuating the deep groove of back muscle. It flared dramatically across her shoulder blades, running alien patterns over line of her spine, and culminated in an intricate, glowing crest right at the dimples above her buttocks that drew the eye down to the heavy, round globes of her ass.
Naruto felt like his head was going to explode.
"W-w-wait," he squeaked, his voice an octave higher than normal. He pointed a shaking finger at her. "Were… were you naked the whole time?! Even when we were walking down the street?!"
Hinata turned back to face him, her eyes heavy-lidded and predatory. She stalked toward him, her hips swaying with a hypnotic rhythm.
"I have been planning this all day, Naruto-kun," she purred.
Before he could stammer out another word, Hinata reached out. Her large hands cupped his face, squishing his cheeks together and making his lips pucker out comically.
"Now… be quiet."
She crashed her mouth onto his.
It wasn't a soft kiss. Naruto let out a muffled Mmph! as her lips sealed over his. Her tongue, that long, prehensile muscle, forced its way past his teeth, filling his mouth, tasting him, dominating him.
While his brain melted, his hands, operating on pure instinct, reached out and grabbed onto her bare, smooth hips, squeezing the firm flesh.
Squelch. Shhh-wip.
Suddenly, half a dozen black, wet tendrils erupted from Hinata's back and stomach. Naruto jerked in shock as the slime-slick appendages writhed through the air, but Hinata just deepened the kiss, her tongue wrapping around his, stroking the roof of his mouth, sending jolts of pleasure straight to his spine. Her biomass began to run over his skin, and a psychic echo of her own overwhelming arousal slammed into his mind.
The tendrils went to work.
Two of them whipped around his upper body, latching onto his jacket and net shirt. With a sharp rrrrrip, the fabric was peeled away from his torso.
Zip. Thump.
Another tendril coiled around his ankle, lifting his leg effortlessly into the air. His sandal was ripped off and tossed aside. Then the other leg.
Schhh-wip.
More tendrils snaked into his waistband. Naruto felt the cool, slick biomass sliding against his skin as his trousers were yanked down efficiently, leaving him exposed to the cool alley air and Hinata's burning gaze.
The black, slick tendrils that had stripped his jacket didn't retreat. They writhed with a life of their own, slithering under the mesh of Naruto's net shirt like energetic eels. They traced the his abs and the hard lines of his muscles, the cool, alien texture sending shivers racing across his heated skin.
Naruto gasped into the kiss, his hands gripping her hips, but Hinata didn't let him settle. She broke the kiss abruptly with a wet pop.
Before Naruto could suck in a breath to speak, the tendrils surged upward. They hooked onto the bottom of his net shirt and yanked.
Rip. Fwip.
The shirt was hauled over his head and tossed carelessly into the darkness of the alley. And before the fabric even hit the damp ground, Hinata descended again, her mouth crashing onto his, swallowing his protest.
Her large hands roamed freely now, her palms are hot, exploring the expanse of his bare chest. She kneaded the muscle of his pectorals, her fingers tracing the heavy beat of his heart. She could feel the furnace of chakra burning inside him, the sheer vitality that made him him. It was intoxicating.
Squelch. Shhh-wip.
While her hands mapped his upper body, the lower tendrils grew bolder. They hooked into the elastic of his boxers. With a sharp tug, the fabric tore, and they were dragged down his legs and cast aside.
Naruto stood trembling in the cool air, fully naked, his erection bobbing heavily in the gloom, caught in the violet glow of Hinata's markings.
Hinata broke the kiss but kept her face close, her eyes heavy-lidded and burning with hunger. She shifted her weight, leaning her tall frame to his right side. Her left arm draped over his shoulder, pulling him into her side, while her right hand descended.
Slap. Squelch.
Her large, pale hand wrapped around the base of his cock.
"So eager…" she purred, the dual resonance of her voice vibrating against his ear.
She began to stroke him. Her grip was firm, possessing the terrifying strength but tempered with a lover's gentleness. She moved slowly at first, sliding her hand up the long, thick shaft, her thumb circling the swollen head before sliding back down to cup his heavy balls.
Naruto's knees buckled. A jolt of pure electricity shot from his groin straight to his brain.
"H-Hinata… wait…!"
He tried to look up, to tell her they needed to stop, to find a bed, something, but as he opened his mouth, Hinata's long, prehensile tongue snaked out. It dove between his lips, thick and textured, wrapping around his own tongue and wrestling it into submission.
"Mmph! Glmph… w-wah…"
His words turned into muffled, frantic gibberish against her mouth. She tasted like chocolate and ozone, and her hand was moving faster now, milking him with a rhythm that threatened to end things right there in the dirt.
Naruto's eyes darted around frantically. Someone's gonna hear!
Desperate, he wrenched one hand free from her hip. He clumsily formed a cross-seal with his fingers.
POOF.
A cloud of white smoke erupted next to them. A Shadow Clone appeared, stark naked, fully erect, and looking completely bewildered.
Original Naruto made frantic, muffled hand signals at the clone, pointing at the walls.
The clone's eyes widened. He nodded frantically, his junk flopping wildly as he scrambled to the perimeter of the light well.
Slap. Stick. Fwip.
The clone ran along the walls, slapping paper tags onto the brickwork with panicked speed, sealing the area in a dome of silence.
Hinata watched the display from the corner of her eye, her cheek pressed against Naruto's. A melodic, doubled giggle bubbled up in her throat, vibrating against Naruto's chest.
"Resourceful…" she hummed against his lips.
Her grip on his cock tightened. The black biomass on her palm began to ripple, losing its solid form and becoming a semi-liquid gel that coated his penis. It pulsed and contracted, simulating the feel of a thousand tiny tongues licking him at once.
"Nngh…!" Naruto groaned, biting his lip to keep quiet, his hips bucking involuntarily into her hand.
The sensation wasn't just physical. As the biomass connected with his mucous membranes, a wave of her pleasure crashed into his mind, sweet, dark, and overwhelming.
Finally, with a wet schhh-luck, Hinata withdrew her tongue from his mouth. A thick strand of saliva connected them for a moment before snapping.
Naruto gasped for air, his chest heaving. "Hah… hah… Hinata, that's… holy crap…"
He looked over. The naked Shadow Clone had finished the seals and was standing there, awkwardly covering his crotch with his hands, his face bright red as he watched the original getting jerked off by a giant, glowing goddess. His own erection was twitching visibly between his fingers.
Hinata followed his gaze. Her cerulean eyes narrowed playfully.
"Come here," she commanded, her voice leaving no room for argument.
The clone squeaked.
Hinata shifted her stance. She wrapped her left arm completely around the original Naruto, pinning him to her chest, her left hand never stopping its rhythmic stroking of his cock. She raised her right arm towards the clone.
THWIP.
Three thick black tendrils shot from her shoulder. They wrapped around the clone's waist and chest and yanked him across the alley.
"WAAAH!"
The clone flew through the air and slammed into her right side. His face was buried instantly into the massive, soft wall of her right breast.
"There is plenty for everyone," she cooed.
She wrapped her long right arm around the clone, trapping his head against her chest. Her hand found his erection instantly, matching the rhythm she was using on the original. At the same time, smaller tendrils snaked over the clone's naked body, teasing his nipples and tracing his spine.
Hinata leaned down and captured the surprised clone's lips, her tongue driving deep into his mouth.
Schlick. Schlick. Schlick.
The sound of her wet hands working both cocks echoed in the silent space. Hinata's head swam. She was stroking both of them, kissing one, holding the other, and the symbiotic link was flooding her brain with the sensory input from all three perspectives. It was glorious. It was intoxicating.
Naruto felt his brain starting to melt. The pleasure from his own body, the pleasure from the clone, and the pleasure radiating from Hinata was creating a feedback loop that threatened to knock him unconscious.
I gotta… I gotta do something! Can't let her win this easy!
Gritting his teeth, Naruto reached up with his left hand and grabbed a handful of her massive left breast. It was heavy, soft, and warm. He began to massage it, kneading the flesh firmly. At the same time, his right hand roamed over her back, his fingers tracing the glowing violet lines.
Hahh…
Hinata's breath hitched in the kiss. The violet lines under his fingers pulsed brighter, hotter.
She likes that!
Naruto grew bolder. He leaned forward, ignoring the friction on his cock, and captured her erect left nipple in his mouth. He sucked hard, his tongue swirling around the sensitive nub.
POP!
Hinata tore her mouth away from the clone with a loud gasp. She looked down at the original Naruto, her eyes wide and hazy.
"N-Naruto-kun…!"
Naruto popped off her nipple with a wet smack. He looked up, a feral grin on his face. "I told you… I'm not goin' down that easy!"
He dove back in, sucking harder, his hand squeezing her breast in time with her strokes.
The Shadow Clone, released from the kiss, gasped for air. He looked at the original, nodded in solidarity, and immediately attacked her right breast. He buried his face in the cleavage, licking and sucking at the other nipple while his hands roamed over her ribs.
"Ahhh! Ohhh… w-wait…!"
Hinata threw her head back, gasping moans tearing from her throat. The sensation of both nipples being stimulated while she stroked them was overloading her senses.
Naruto felt the change in the feedback loop. When he touched the glowing lines, he felt her pleasure spike, which made him feel better. It was a cycle. And he knew how to ramp it up.
He pulled one hand away from her breast and made a quick sign.
POOF. POOF.
Two more naked clones appeared in the cramped space.
One materialized behind her. The other dropped to his knees in front of her.
They didn't hesitate.
The clone behind her pressed his body against her glowing back. He kissed the nape of her neck, his hands sliding down to grip her massive buttocks, kneading the flesh deeply. His tongue traced the glowing violet patterns running down her spine, sending shivers through her entire frame.
The clone in front of her pressed his face into her muscular abdomen, kissing the glowing runes there. Then, he slid lower. He found the glowing violet node where her legs met, her clitoris, reinforced and sensitized by the symbiote.
He extended his tongue and licked it flat.
"GAAAAAAH!"
Hinata screamed, her head snapping back, her long hair whipping around. Her body convulsed, shaking violently. The pleasure was electric, and absolute.
Her symbiotic tendrils went wild, spasming and wrapping tighter around the original Naruto and the first clone. The biomass on her hands rippled violently, the friction increasing tenfold.
The psychic echo hit them all hard. It was too much.
"Oh god… oh god, Hinata!" Naruto groaned.
Hinata was drowning in it. Four Narutos. Hands everywhere. Tongues everywhere. And Venom… Venom was roaring in approval, amplifying every nerve ending.
"Take it… take it all!" she shrieked.
The black biomass on her hands vibrated. She pumped the original and the first clone furiously. At the same time, her tendrils tightened around the bodies of the two new clones, squeezing them, connecting them to the network.
The intensity spiked past critical.
"GGNNNH!"
"HNNNG!"
All three clones let out strangled groans of pure overstimulation.
POOF. POOF. POOF.
They dispelled instantly.
The accumulated fatigue and, more importantly, the accumulated pleasure of three clones slammed into the original Naruto in a single second.
"HUUURGH!"
Naruto's eyes rolled back in his head. His hips bucked forward uncontrollably.
He erupted.
A massive rope of semen shot from his cock, arcing through the air to splatter against the far wall. He came violently, his entire body seizing up.
That explosion of pleasure blasted through the symbiotic link, hitting Hinata straight in the pleasure center of her brain just as she was peaking from the oral stimulation.
"NNNNGGGGYAAAAHHHH!"
Hinata's scream echoed off the silencing seals. Her hips jerked forward violently, bucking against the air.
SPLURT. GUSH.
A torrent of pearlescent, glowing fluid erupted from her, drenching the ground between them. She squirted again and again, her knees trembling, her grip on Naruto's cock turning into a desperate cling for support.
For a long minute, the only sound in the alley was ragged, wet breathing.
Naruto slid down the wall slightly, his hands resting on his knees, sweat dripping from his nose. Hinata stood hunched forward, her hands also on her knees, her hair creating a curtain around her flushed face.
She savored the aftershocks. The forbidden thrill of the public exposure, the lingering taste of his pleasure in her mind… Venom purred deep in her chest, a low rumble of absolute satisfaction.
"That…" Naruto wheezed, wiping sweat from his forehead. "That was… amazing. Dattebayo."
He glanced up nervously, looking at the top of the light well. "Think… think anyone noticed?"
Silence. Just the distant hum of the village.
"Okay," Naruto breathed, standing up a little straighter. "Okay. We're good. But seriously, Hinata-chan… we gotta go to my place now. My legs are jelly."
He turned, taking a step toward his scattered clothes.
CRACK.
Dust rained down on Naruto's head.
He blinked, confused, and looked to his left.
A bare foot was planted firmly against the brick wall, right next to his ear. The impact had spiderwebbed the wall.
Naruto's eyes traveled slowly down the long, muscular, glistening leg. Past the glowing violet tribal lines on the calf and thigh. Up to the hip.
He looked up.
Hinata was looming over him again. Her face was flushed, her hair messy, and her cerulean eyes were glowing with a renewed, dangerous light. She hadn't moved her other foot. She was standing in a high split, her right leg barring his path like a gate.
"Go?" she whispered, her tongue darting out to lick her lips again. "But Naruto-kun… we haven't even tried the main part."
Naruto gulped.
Naruto stood pressed against the wall, chest heaving, trapped by the long, muscular leg blocking his path. He looked down. His erection, still hard and twitching, was bobbing against Hinata's midsection. The head of his cock bumped against her stomach, right where the glowing violet lines converged.
She was immense. Even with her leg raised in a standing split, she loomed over him, a statue of pale skin and alien light.
Hinata shifted her weight. Her raised right leg curled inward, the back of her knee hooking firmly over Naruto's left shoulder.
"Nngh…!"
Naruto instinctively grabbed her calf with both arms, hugging the solid muscle to keep his balance. She pulled him closer, her heel digging into his back, locking him in place against her. The black biomass on her skin rippled, slithering from her thigh onto his shoulder like living ink, cool and slick against his heated skin. She can feel Naruto's dense muscles with her leg.
"You fit so well…" she hummed, her voice a vibrating melody.
Hinata buckled her standing left leg slightly, lowering her hips just enough. Her left hand reached down, large fingers wrapping around the base of his thick shaft.
She guided him.
Squelch.
The tip of his cock pressed against her glistening, wet folds. She was soaked, her pearlescent lubrication coating him instantly. With a slow, heavy sink of her hips, she impaled herself on him.
"Ohhh… god…" Naruto groaned, his head falling back against the brick wall.
Hinata slid down, taking inch after inch of him, her internal muscles gripping him tight.
Thump.
He bottomed out. His cockhead hit the firm, sensitive ring of her cervix.
"Ahhnnn…~"
A long, quiet moan escaped Hinata's lips, vibrating through her chest and into Naruto's own. Her body shuddered violently. The violet lines etched across her skin flared brighter, illuminating the dark alley with a pulse of alien light. Under her skin, the black biomass rippled like water disturbed by a stone.
They stood there, frozen for a moment in the dark shaft of the light well, naked, connected, the cool air biting at their skin while heat radiated between them.
Hinata closed her eyes, savoring it. He was deep. So deep. Right where he belonged. She could feel him pulsing inside her, kissing the deepest, sweetest part of her body.
She began to move.
Standing on one leg, balancing effortlessly with her inhuman strength, she rocked her hips forward.
Schhh-luck.
She pulled back.
Thwack.
She slammed her hips forward again, her pelvis crashing into his.
"Mmm… ahh… yes…"
She established a rhythm. Pull back. Thrust forward. Slow at first, letting the friction build, letting the sensation map itself onto her nerves. Then harder.
Clap. Clap. Clap.
The sound of wet skin slapping against skin began to echo in the tight space, bouncing off the silencing seals Naruto's clone had placed.
Naruto groaned, his grip on her leg tightening. His left hand slid down to grab the wide flare of her hip, his fingers digging into the soft flesh, trying to anchor himself as she worked him. His right arm wrapped tighter around her hooked leg, holding on for dear life. Sweat dripped from his brow, running down his chest to mix with the slick biomass on his skin.
"H-Hinata…!" he gasped between thrusts. "Wait… nngh… are you… are you even… ugh… using your eyes… to see around?!"
Hinata smirked, her eyes half-lidded and hazy with lust. She twisted her hips, grinding her internal ridges against him as she pulled back.
"Why bother?" she teased breathlessly. "It is… ahh… much more fun… mmph… not knowing."
Clap! Squelch.
Naruto's eyes popped open. His face went from flushed to a comical mask of scandalized rage.
"WH-WHAT?!"
He grabbed her hip harder, his fingers biting in.
"You're… hnnng… crazy! We're outside! People could… gah… see us!"
He bucked his hips, meeting her thrust with a violent slam of his own.
THWACK.
"You perverted… ugh… giant… nnnh… girlfriend!"
THWACK. THWACK.
He drove into her harder, fueled by embarrassment and the sheer, overwhelming sensation of her. Every thrust was a punctuation mark to his rant.
"What if… hah… someone looks down?! Huh?!"
Hinata threw her head back, giggling as he pounded into her.
"Hehe… ahhh! Then they would see… ohhh… something very… mmph… educational!"
She laughed, a resonant, melodic sound that bubbled up from her chest even as she moaned louder, her hips matching his aggressive pace.
"Grrrr!" Naruto growled, his face scrunching up. "You're impossible! Dattebayo!"
He looked down at her body, his gaze raking over the glowing landscape of her skin. The violet lines pulsed in time with her moans. His eyes landed on the junction of her thighs, where they were joined. Just above his thrusting shaft, he saw it, her clitoris, swollen and glowing with the same intense violet light as her markings.
He remembered. He remembered how she screamed when the clone touched it.
Naruto released her leg from his right arm. He reached down.
His thumb found the glowing node. He pressed down and rubbed fast circles, even as he slammed his hips forward.
"GYAAAAH!"
Hinata's laughter died instantly. A loud, deep moan tore from her throat, her head snapping back so hard her neck cracked.
The violet lines on her body flared blindingly bright.
She hadn't expected him to counter-attack. The pleasure washed over her from the inside and the outside. Venom roared in her mind, feeling the spike, bristling at the loss of control but drowning in the feeling.
Ssssss-wip.
The black tendrils on her right leg, the one hooked over his shoulder, began to writhe faster, skittering over his back and neck, seeking purchase, seeking connection.
The link slammed open.
Hinata's pleasure, amplified by the sudden stimulation, echoed straight back into Naruto's brain.
"GAAHH!"
Naruto's eyes rolled back. His knees nearly gave out. A tidal wave of pure pleasure crashed over him, drowning out every other thought. But he didn't stop. He couldn't stop. He clung to her hip and thrust harder, his thumb working her clit relentlessly.
Clap-clap-clap-clap!
The sound was frantic now, echoing like gunfire in the small shaft.
"Ooogh… N-Naruto-kun…! Too… ghuuh… too much…!"
Her moans deepened, becoming guttural.
The feedback loop went critical. His pleasure fed hers. Hers fed his. It spiraled, tighter and tighter, a recursive singularity of sensation that threatened to shatter their minds.
"Nggrgh! I'm… I'm gonna…!" Naruto gritted out.
"YES! NOW!"
They broke.
Hinata convulsed. Her face twisted, her mouth opening in a silent scream as her eyes rolled back into her head.
SPLURT. GUSH.
A massive volume of pearlescent, glowing fluid erupted from her, soaking their joined groins and splashing onto the dirty alley floor. She squirted again, and again, her internal muscles clamping down on him with crushing force.
SCHHH-WIP!
Dozens of black symbiotic tendrils exploded from her back, lashing out to stick to the walls, anchoring her as her body seized.
"HNNNNNNG!"
Naruto groaned, a long, ragged sound torn from his chest. He slammed his hips forward one last time and held it there, burying himself to the hilt. He erupted inside her, pump after pump of hot seed filling her womb, coating her cervix, claiming her.
They stayed like that for a long time, locked together, trembling violently.
Slowly, the echoes of the pleasure began to fade, leaving only the sound of their ragged, wet breathing in the dark.
Hahh… hahh… hahh…
Hinata slowly, shakily, unhooked her right leg from his shoulder. She lowered it to the ground. She leaned forward, bracing her hands on her quivering knees, trying to remember how to stand.
Pop.
With a wet suction sound, Naruto pulled out. He slumped back against the wall, sliding down a few inches, his hands also finding his knees for support.
Neither of them spoke. The air was thick with the smell of sex, ozone, and chocolate. They were naked, in public, in a puddle of their own fluids.
Hinata drew in a shuddering breath, her chest expanding deeply. The aftershocks of the orgasm rolled through her nervous system like distant thunder, a pleasant, tingling static that reached all the way to her fingertips and toes. She realized her mouth was still open, her tongue, elongated, thick, and glistening with saliva, lolling out past her lips. With a wet sluurrrp, she retracted the muscle back into her mouth.
That… was amazing.
Deep in the recesses of her mind, she felt Venom purr, a vibrating rumble of absolute approval that resonated in her being. A shiver of delight danced down her spine, but it wasn't just the symbiote's satisfaction. She could feel the heat of Naruto's seed deep inside her, a warm, heavy fullness that made her knees weak.
She blinked, her eyes sharpening as she activated her Byakugan. Her vision turned monochrome, piercing through the brick walls. The block was still silent. The streets were empty.
Good.
A slow, predatory smile curled her lips. She straightened up from her hunched position, her spine cracking satisfyingly, and turned her head to look back over her shoulder.
Naruto was slumped against the wall, shaking his head like a wet dog, trying to clear the haze of pleasure from his eyes. His muscular body glistened with sweat, the moisture catching the violet light of her markings. And there, his cock was already twitching, hardening, rising back to full mast.
"Ready for more, Naruto-kun?" she teased, her voice a melodic, echoing hum.
Naruto blinked, pushing himself off the wall. "I… uh… maybe we should…"
He didn't get to finish.
Hinata took a step back.
Whump.
A massive, soft weight pinned him against the rough brick. Naruto's eyes bulged comically as his hips were suddenly sandwiched between the wall and the colossal expanse of Hinata's rear. Her hips were wide, powerful, and solid, trapping his erection instantly between her buttocks.
From this angle, pressed right up against her, he had a front-row seat to the intricate, glowing artwork on her skin. The violet lines swirled over her lower back, converging into that complex, tribal crest right above the cleft of her ass, a glowing target that seemed to pulse in time with his own heartbeat.
Hinata leaned forward, placing her hands on her knees, presenting herself fully. She cast a glance back over her shoulder, her expression mischievous, challenging him to do something about it.
Naruto's jaw set. His eyes narrowed in concentration. No words were needed.
He reached out, his hands gripping the wide flare of her hips, his fingers sinking into the plush, muscular flesh. He aligned himself.
SCHLUCK.
With one powerful, fluid motion, he buried himself to the hilt.
"Ahhnnn…~"
A quiet, breathless moan escaped Hinata, echoing softly in the enclosed space. Even with her size, his length was perfect, reaching past to kiss the deepest, sweetest parts of her body.
Clap… Clap…
She began to move. It started slow, a deliberate, grinding roll of her hips. She pushed back against him, then pulled away, savoring the friction. Naruto groaned, his forehead resting against her glowing back as he matched her rhythm.
Thwack. Thwack.
The pace increased. The sound of wet flesh slapping against wet flesh began to bounce off the silencing seals. Hinata's moans grew louder, more vocal, harmonizing with the slapping sounds. Venom was reveling in it, the sensory input flooding their shared mind with euphoria.
Just as Naruto was finding his rhythm, getting lost in the sensation of her internal ridges milking him, a sound cut through the haze.
"Hey! Wait up! You guys are too fast!"
Naruto froze. All the blood drained from his face.
"Wait up! This building looks spooky!"
Naruto's head snapped toward the entrance of the light well. The voices were young. High-pitched. And terrifyingly familiar.
Hinata's eyes narrowed. She didn't stop moving, but she activated her sight again, peering toward the sliver of street visible at the alley mouth.
There they were. Konohamaru, Udon, Moegi… and Yūkimaru. The kids were panting, laughing, huddled right outside the entrance to their secluded spot.
"We shouldn't be back here," Moegi chirped. "It's super dirty!"
"That's the point!" Konohamaru laughed. "No one can't yell at us if nobody is here! We can run as loud as we want!"
Naruto was paralyzed. He looked at the back of Hinata's head, his eyes wide with panic. He tried to pull back, to disengage, but Hinata's internal muscles clamped down on his cock like a vice.
She could feel him inside her, twitching with anxiety. His tip brushed against her cervix, a bolt of electric pleasure that made her toes curl. She looked at the silencing seals on the walls. They held.
A devilish, wicked grin spread across her face.
Thump.
She slammed her ass back. Hard.
"Ghk!" Naruto wheezed, the air knocked out of him. His eyes bulged so far out they looked like they might pop.
"Mmm… ahh… keep going, Naruto-kun…" she purred, the sound loud and sultry in the small space.
"H-Hinata!" Naruto hissed, his voice a frantic, strangled whisper. "Are you… ungh… crazy?! The kids… gah… they're right there!"
Hinata ignored him. The thrill of the proximity, the risk, the sheer naughtiness of it spiked her arousal to new heights. The violet lines on her skin flared, casting long, dancing shadows against the brick.
She slammed back again. And again.
THWACK. THWACK. THWACK.
"Ohhh! Yesss…! Right there…! Harder!"
Her moans were melodic, doubled, and absolutely shameless.
Naruto was sweating bullets. He looked frantically at the walls, praying the seals held, trying to quiet his own groans as she forced him to pound her.
"Guys…" Yūkimaru's quiet voice drifted in from the street. "Is it just me… or is that building shaking?"
Naruto looked up at the wall. Sure enough, with every impact of Hinata's monstrous strength driving back against him, dust was shaking loose from the mortar joints. The sheer mass and power of her thrusts were vibrating the entire structure.
"P-please…!" Naruto whispered frantically, grabbing her hips to try and steady her. "Hinata… stop… the building…!"
"Nah, you're imagining it!" Konohamaru's voice rang out. "Come on! This place is boring anyway. I'm starving! Let's go get burgers!"
"Burgers! Burgers!" Udon and Moegi cheered.
"Okay…" Yūkimaru agreed reluctantly.
The sound of scampering feet faded into the distance.
Naruto sagged against Hinata's back, letting out a breath he felt like he'd been holding for an hour. "Oh, thank god… that was way too close…"
He looked at his girlfriend, who was still grinding back against him, giggling.
"Hehe… that could have been so… ahh… embarrassing…" she laughed, a dark, throaty sound, rolling her hips.
Naruto's eyebrow twitched. The embarrassment snapped into something else. Something primal.
"You…" he growled, a comical, frustrated sound.
He reached around. His large and callous hands, grabbed her massive breasts from underneath, his fingers digging into the soft, yielding flesh.
"Eeek!"
Hinata let out a high-pitched, surprised squeak, her head snapping up.
Naruto didn't let go. He hauled her upright, pulling her back so her weight rested fully against him, his face burying itself between her shoulder blades. He squeezed her breasts firmly, claiming them, and began to slam his hips forward with a renewed, ferocious intensity.
SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP!
"You are… ungh… such a crazy… hah… perverted… nngh… giant girlfriend!" Naruto scolded her, emphasizing every word with a punishing thrust. "What if… gah… they looked in?! Huh?!"
Hinata's head fell back on his shoulder. She was giggling, breathless, delirious with pleasure. "Then… ohhh!… they would have… hah… learned… a lot!"
Inside her mind, Venom snarled. The male is attempting to assert dominance again. He grabs us as if he owns us.
He does, Hinata thought back hazily.
Venom grumbled, but the pleasure was undeniable. Fine. If he wants to play rough…
Hinata felt the familiar ripple under her skin. The black biomass surged.
Schhh-wip.
Black tendrils erupted from her hips and thighs, snake-like and quick. They lashed out, wrapping around Naruto's waist, his thighs, his chest. They connected him.
The psychic floodgates opened wide.
Naruto gasped, faltering for a split second as her pleasure, amplified by Venom's sensory input, crashed into his mind like a tidal wave. It was electric, blue and violet fire burning through his nerves.
But he didn't stop. He gritted his teeth, growled low in his throat, and slammed into her harder, kneading her breasts, thumbing her nipples.
"YES! YES! NARUTO-KUN!"
They hit the peak together.
"NNNNGGGGYAAAAHHHH!"
Hinata screamed, her voice shattering into a dual-harmonic cry of pure ecstasy. Her body convulsed, every muscle locking tight.
SPLURT.
A geyser of pearlescent, glowing fluid erupted from her, splashing violently against the alley floor.
"HNNNNG!"
Naruto groaned, burying his face in her back, his hips driving forward and holding deep. He poured himself into her, pulsing hot and heavy, filling her womb as the aftershocks racked their joined bodies.
They stood there for a long time, locked together in the dark, steaming in the cool air. Naruto's arms were wrapped around her from behind, his hands still resting possessively on her chest, his legs trembling against hers.
Hahh… hahh… hahh…
The silence of the alley returned again, broken only by their ragged, wet breathing.
Naruto peeled his face away from the sweaty expanse of Hinata's back with a wet suction sound. He staggered back a step, his chest heaving as he gulped down the cool air of the light well. His face was crimson from exertion and the sheer reality of what they had just done.
He looked at her, this towering, glowing goddess of a woman, and shook his head in disbelief.
"That… hah… that was the craziest thing I've ever done, dattebayo," he wheezed, wiping sweat from his forehead. "Seriously… right in the open…"
Hinata turned her head, looking down at him over her shoulder. Her hair was a messy curtain around her face, and her eyes were heavy-lidded with satisfaction.
"Hehe… but we both liked it, didn't we?" she giggled, the sound a low, melodic thrum.
"That's not the point!" Naruto grinned, trying to look stern but failing miserably as his eyes traced the curve of her spine down to her massive, round buttocks.
SMACK.
He wound up and delivered a crisp, stinging slap to her right cheek. The flesh jiggled beautifully under his hand.
"It was dangerous! And crazy!" he scolded, though his grin widened.
"Mmm… heehee…" Hinata giggled again, arching her back slightly into the sting.
Naruto finally let go of his embrace, stepping back to give them space. Hinata turned fully around. Her front was just as breathtaking as her back, glistening with sweat and sexual fluids, the violet lines pulsing softly now.
She leaned down, cupping his face gently, and planted a soft, lingering kiss on his forehead.
"You were really amazing, Naruto-kun," she purred. "So strong…"
Naruto's attempt at an annoyed expression crumbled instantly. He smiled, his shoulders relaxing. "Yeah, well… you were amazing too, you know."
He took a breath, trying to regain some semblance of composure. "But seriously, Hinata. Next time? Warn a guy before you go all… wild in public. My heart nearly stopped when I heard Konohamaru."
Hinata nodded, her expression turning dutiful, though her eyes still danced. "I agree. I will give you… adequate warning in the future."
"Good. Okay. Good."
Naruto looked around the dim shaft. His clothes were scattered everywhere, sandals near the wall, pants in a heap, his net shirt somewhere in the corner. He scrambled to gather them.
As he pulled his boxers up his legs, he glanced up. Hinata was still standing there, stark naked, her hands on her hips, glowing like in the dark.
"Uh… Hinata?" Naruto asked, pausing with one leg in his trousers. "Do you… have any clothes?"
Hinata's lips curled into a smirk.
"I do not need to carry clothes, Naruto-kun."
The black biomass under her skin rippled.
Shhh-wip. Squelch.
Ink-like liquid erupted from her pores, flowing over her skin. But instead of forming her casual jacket, the black slime coalesced into thin, strappy lines.
It solidified instantly into a microscopic black bikini. The material looked like wet latex, straining to contain her massive breasts and barely covering her modesty below.
Hinata did a slow, provocative twirl, her hips swaying.
"Do you like this?"
Naruto dropped his pants. His mouth hung open, his eyes glazing over as he stared at the sheer amount of skin still on display.
"I… uh… w-wow…"
He shook his head violently, slapping his own cheeks. "Wait! Is that a Transformation Jutsu? Or…"
"My summoning partner can imitate fabrics," she explained, her voice dripping with amusement.
The biomass rippled again. The bikini dissolved and flowed outward.
Schhh-lick.
It reformed. Now she was wearing a t-shirt and a skirt, but calling them "clothes" was generous. The t-shirt was so tight it clung to her like a second skin, outlining every curve of her breasts, clearly showing the hard nubs of her nipples underneath. The skirt was barely a belt, hugging her wide hips and leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination regarding the curve of her ass.
"I can make any clothes you prefer, Naruto-kun," she teased, running her hands down her sides. "Or… none at all."
Naruto stared, entranced by the visible outline of her nipples. Then, the panic center of his brain reactivated.
"I… I really, really like that, believe me!" he stammered, waving his hands. "But… but you gotta wear something reasonable! We're going out in public!"
Hinata let out a loud, resonant laugh, the sound bouncing off the walls. She knew that he is going to tell that, and she wanted to tease him.
"Very well."
She made a single hand seal.
POOF.
A cloud of white smoke erupted around her. When it cleared, she has her actual clothes, the sleeveless mesh top, the dark pants, and the lavender jacket packed on her hands.
Naruto let out a sigh of relief and finished buckling his belt. "Okay. Okay, let's go."
After they put on their clothes, they walked out of the light well and back into the narrow alley, finally emerging onto the street.
Naruto scanned the area frantically, but to his immense relief, the street was still empty. The sun was dipping lower, casting long orange shadows across the village.
Inside Hinata's mind, deep in the subconscious mental landscape, the remnants of her "Shy Personality" lay sprawled in a crater. Her eyes were spinning spirals, her face was a nuclear shade of red, and steam was pouring out of her ears. She was completely, sweetly devastated, overloaded by horror, intense pleasure, happiness, and crushing shame all at once. She let out a tiny, mental eep and fainted dead away.
On the outside, the real Hinata walked with a loose, languid grace.
They tried to act naturally, walking side by side, but every step sent a jolt through them. They were both still messy. Naruto could feel the slickness in his boxers, and Hinata could feel his fluids slowly tracking down her inner thighs. Every time their arms brushed, a visible shudder ran through both of their bodies. Their faces were flushed with a blissful, heavy exhaustion.
Deep in her chest, Venom purred with satisfaction.
"So…" Naruto cleared his throat, trying to keep his voice steady. "We… uh… we still got some time before we gotta meet Granny Tsunade."
Hinata checked the position of the sun. She leaned closer to him, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.
"Since we have time… I think we need to clean up, Naruto-kun. We are… sticky."
She paused, then added, "Your apartment is close. We could take a shower… together."
Naruto's head snapped toward her, his eyes lighting up like lamps. "Together?! Really?!"
"Mmhmm."
They picked up the pace. After a moment, Naruto frowned thoughtfully.
"Hey, wait," he asked, looking at her profile. "So… that black stuff… were you using that for your clothes all day? Like… were you technically naked the whole time we were walking around all the time before?"
Hinata smiled innocently.
"No. This was the first time I tried it." She looked down at herself. "But… it came out greatly, didn't it?"
Naruto's face turned pink. "Yeah. Yeah, it really did."
They turned the corner, the apartment building coming into view.
"So," Naruto asked, glancing at her. "After we… uh… shower, and after we talk to Granny Tsunade… what are we gonna do?"
Hinata squeezed his hand. "We can continue what you wanted to do, Naruto-kun. At your apartment."
Naruto pumped his fist. "Yes! Awesome!"
Then his face fell. "Wait… crap. It's gonna be late by then. Won't your dad… or the clan… get mad if you're gone all night?"
Hinata let out a soft breath, her expression turning serene and confident. She remembered the terrified look on the Elders' faces.
"Do not worry, Naruto-kun," she said firmly. "That is not a problem anymore. I go where I please."
Naruto looked at her, seeing the strength in her eyes, and grinned.
"Alright then!"
He grabbed her hand tighter. With renewed energy and dirty thoughts racing through both their minds, they hurried down the street toward his apartment.