On a cloudy night in the border region of Kumogakure, Kushina Uzumaki was assigned an unofficial diplomatic mission—though everyone knew the Raikage never played diplomacy honestly. She had noticed Konoha's jinchūriki for a long time: blood-red hair that flowed like fire under the moonlight, sharp eyes that glinted like hidden fox fangs, and a body… yes, a body that always moved with agility and flexibility, too attractive to pass up.
In the middle of the high-ceilinged wooden hall, Kushina sat alone at a banquet table. The dim torchlight cast a faint glow on her clean, sweat-streaked skin. She knew something was wrong—the Raikage's guards were too calm, too well-trained to be mere servants.
And at that moment, the wooden door swung open— BANG —the Raikage entered, his body as large as a mountain, his voice as loud as a thunderstorm. "You came without a guard. How bold, Kushina-chan."
"Because I'm not a coward," he replied quickly, standing up, his hand already touching the hilt of the kunai beneath his thin kimono.
But even he didn't expect the Raikage's men to move so quickly. Chakra seals were placed on the walls— PAK! —and the room was instantly enveloped in a chakra barrier. An invisible net choked the tailed beast power within him, making his body feel heavy, his legs wouldn't move, and his breath felt stuck in his throat.
The Raikage approached, his heavy steps vibrating the floor. "Calm down. I just want to… get to know you better." His hand, the size of a human head, touched her chin, forcing her face up. Kushina gritted her teeth, her eyes blazing with anger.
"I will rip your throat out," he hissed.
But the Raikage just chuckled. "You can try… after you can stand."
His hands gripped Kushina's kimono, tugging at the straps until the bright red fabric slid down her shoulders— srakkk —revealing the pale, taut skin beneath. Kushina's breath hitched, angry, but there was little she could do as the seal continued to drain her energy.
"You bastard—" his curse was cut off when the Raikage grabbed him by the waist, lifting him as if he weighed nothing. "Don't touch me, you bastard!"
"I like stubborn women," the Raikage murmured, his voice low in Kushina's ear as she was dragged to the thick fur-lined bed in the corner of the room. "But even one as stubborn as you… can be subdued."
His large, rough hands slipped under the remnants of Kushina's cloth, gripping her breasts— GROP —pulling a muffled moan from her lips. "Ngh—hh! Let go…"
But the Raikage kept digging, his lips tracing her neck, taking in the distinct Uzumaki scent, sweet and wild like a storm at sea. "You're trembling. But not from fear," he whispered, before his teeth bit into her shoulder—hard enough to leave a mark. Kushina winced, her body reacting even as her mind continued to resist.
"Mmh—damn… you—huh—won't… win…"
His fingers dug between her thighs, pushing them apart forcefully and pressing against the most sensitive part of the jinchūriki's body— schlikk —wet, more than he expected. Kushina bit her lower lip, holding back a sound, but the Raikage had already seen it. "Look at that. Even your body knows who's worthy."
With one hand, he held Kushina's wrists above her head, while the other pulled back the last of the fabric covering her. "You're beautiful," he murmured, as his hard shaft began to press against her inner thigh, rubbing up and down, staining her skin with warmth.
"Don't you dare—haaahh—" Kushina writhed as the hard head touched her vagina, pressing gently. She tried to close her legs, but the Raikage had already hooked her legs and forced them— CRAK —wide open beneath herThe first thrust was so brutal— THRUKK! —it went in all the way, until Kushina screamed, her neck arching back. "AAAAAHH—KAMI-SAMA!!" It hurt, it was full, it was so dense, and it was hot and burning from within.
The Raikage nibbled on her ear. "Your voice is sweet, Kushina."
He began to move, thrusting his hips back and forth— plap-plap-plap! —each thrust shaking Kushina's tiny body beneath him. His hands caressed her neck, pulling her chin up to kiss her half-open mouth—his tongue entering, wild, exploring.
"Nhhaahh—aaah—kghh—s-stop—!" But Kushina's body had started to react differently, her jaw opened wider, her thighs writhing in search of a more comfortable angle even though her mind refused.
"Look how you grip me…" the Raikage moaned, pulling his shaft out— schlopp! —then pushing it back in as hard as he could, sending Kushina's body flying off the bed.
Their movements grew faster, crazier. Kushina screamed, her body sweating profusely, her hair sticking to her cheeks and chest, her back arching every time her deepest part was touched again and again. "AAAAAAAH—GOD—NGHHH—YAAAHH!"
And in the midst of that turmoil, Kushina felt it. A hot explosion from deep within her stomach, an unbearable burst— ZRAKKK! —her brain went white, her voice muffled into an incoherent moan.
"Cumming for me?" the Raikage asked between moans, "Good girl."
And he wasn't done yet. Not that night.