The sun had finally set.
For the first time since the Kumo chaos, the camp was quiet. A soft breeze stirred the leaves. Most of the girls had passed out — sore, satisfied, and marking Naruto as theirs in the days to come.
But one had waited.
One had watched.
And when the moon rose above the trees, Hinata gently slipped her hand into Naruto's.
"Can we go somewhere?" she whispered.
He didn't hesitate.
They walked to the nearby stream — not far, but hidden from the others. The rocks were warm from the day's sun, and the water glittered under the stars. The silence was perfect.
Hinata knelt by the bank, her fingers trembling slightly as she untied her sash.
"I know you've had… them," she said, voice barely above a whisper. "But this… I want this to be ours. Just us."
Naruto stepped closer, heart pounding, eyes locked on her as she slid her robe from her shoulders.
She was beautiful.
Pale skin glowing in the moonlight.
Breasts full and soft, rising and falling with nervous breath.
Thighs pressed together, slick already glistening between her legs.
"Naruto-kun," she breathed, looking up at him with flushed cheeks and wide, loving eyes, "I want you… inside me. Not as a kunoichi. As the girl who's always loved you."
His breath hitched.
He stepped forward.
Kissed her.
Slow. Deep. Meaningful.
They sank onto the grass near the stream, the night air cool against flushed skin. Naruto slid his hand along her waist, fingers trembling as they brushed her belly, then lower.
Hinata gasped when he cupped her pussy — his hand warm, rough, but gentle.
"You're… wet," he whispered, cheeks red.
"For you," she said. "Only ever for you."
He kissed down her neck, licking the sweat from her skin, then moved lower — tongue circling one breast, teasing her nipple until it stood hard and swollen, while his fingers slowly slipped between her folds.
Hinata arched with a soft cry.
"Ah—Naruto-kun…"
Her pussy was soaked. Warm, slippery, tight even around his fingers.
And when he slid one inside?
She gasped, hips bucking, legs opening wider as he pumped slowly.
"Ngh—feels… full already…"
Naruto laid her back.
Positioned himself between her thighs.
His cock, already hard and leaking, pulsed in his grip as he rubbed it gently along her slit — smearing his precum into her folds, teasing her clit with the thick, sensitive head.
"Ready?" he whispered.
She nodded, eyes glassy.
"Make me yours."
He pressed in.
Hinata gasped, her entire body shuddering.
"F-Fuck—" Naruto groaned, gripping her hips. "So tight—so warm—"
Her pussy clung to him like a second skin — pulsing, rippling, welcoming him deeper as her walls stretched around him for the first time.
Every inch felt like heaven.
Every second inside her felt like he was being reborn.
He began to thrust — slow, deep, deliberate strokes. Not pounding. Not animal. But intimate. His hips rolled forward, cock gliding into her slick heat as she moaned into his neck, biting down gently as pleasure overtook her.
"N-Naruto—Naruto-kun—I'm gonna—!"
"Already?" he gasped, kissing her jaw.
"I c-can't hold it—!" she cried.
And then she came.
Her walls clamped around his cock, pussy spasming with her first orgasm — soaking him, milking him as her whole body twitched under him.
But Naruto didn't stop.
He kissed her through it.
Thrust through it.
Fucked her through the aftershocks until her legs trembled again.
"More," she begged. "Please, more—"
He gave it to her.
Thrust after thrust, his cock plunged deeper. He watched her come undone — felt her melt around him. And when his own orgasm surged up, when he felt the heat rise in his core—
He didn't pull out.
He buried himself deep.
Came hard, deep, his seed flooding her womb in thick, hot pulses.
Hinata moaned, holding him tight, her nails digging into his back as she came again just from the sensation of being filled.
They lay there afterward.
Sweaty.
Sticky.
Together.
No words needed.
Just hearts pounding in sync.