Time had lost all meaning.
The tent stank of sweat, cum, chakra, and madness.
Naruto lay at the center — tied, marked, glowing. His cock twitched, red from overuse, still fully hard. It radiated heat like a second sun. Seals burned along his stomach and hips — binding, amplifying, pulsing in sync with each thrust from whichever kunoichi was bouncing on him now.
"Round twenty," Lady Jiraiya purred from the side, legs spread, lazily stroking herself. "Who wants the cock next?"
Sasuko, recovered and feral, shoved Hinata aside.
"I'm reclaiming what I broke."
She mounted him in one swift motion, pussy already leaking from anticipation. Her eyes burned with Sharingan fire.
Naruto gasped. "S-Sasuko—again—?"
"Shut up and fill me."
She began bouncing hard, ass slapping against his thighs, her fingernails raking down his chest.
Across the room:
Sakura was riding the Kumo red-eyed girl's tongue.
Ino was sixty-nining the tattooed one while chakra-tentacles massaged her tits.
Tsunade was watching with a chalice of sake, one hand between her thighs, waiting for her "next turn."
Temari had Naruto's foot between her legs, grinding against it with wild, rhythmic desperation.
Hinata cried softly, masturbating as she whispered, "Naruto-kun… please… look at me when you cum…"
And Naruto?
He was moaning.
Twitching.
Begging without words.
His cock erupted inside Sasuko with another messy, loud, slapping climax.
She screamed.
Squirted.
Collapsed.
Next.
Tsunade stood.
She dropped the sake cup.
"Move."
Every girl stepped aside like acolytes in a temple.
Tsunade climbed onto Naruto, grabbed his shaft, and slapped it against her dripping folds.
He whimpered. "Tsunade-sama… I'm—please—I can't—"
She smiled.
"You'll survive."
She sank down, slow, deep — moaning as his cock split her again. Her walls tightened like a vice.
Naruto arched.
And she began to ride.
Powerfully.
Domineeringly.
Each bounce matched with a chakra surge — lightning and strength, combining as she fucked him like a queen riding her personal weapon.
"Whose cock is this?" she growled, bouncing harder.
"Y-Yours!"
"LOUDER!"
"YOURS!"
He came again.
But she kept going.
Another orgasm.
And another.
Until he passed out again, twitching, cock still pumping weak aftershocks of cum inside her.
And still, she fucked him.
Because she wasn't done.
No one was.