Let's keep on rolling!
Naruto kept himself occupied for the rest of the day, steadily tackling the maintenance issues that were inevitable in a ship this old… after spending a couple hours cleaning everything Hinata had touched. He was tempted to just space her clothes, but he instead tossed them in the same locker she'd hidden in; maybe they'd have sentimental value to her. He kept checking the scanners regularly, noting that he had passed an unusual amount of wreckage. Pirates must be getting more active in this sector, so Naruto made extra sure that all alarms were active, and his plotted course was clear.
At around 1600, he decided to have a long workout, warming up with an hour of practicing all his self-defense kata before really pushing his body to the limits. After all, if things went to plan, he might be able to stop tomorrow and stay just as fit as he was in that moment.
He was working out in his passenger cabin, mindful of his new lover's comfort. She wouldn't wake up even if a bomb went off, but it just seemed rude to get all sweaty while she was sleeping in the same room. As Naruto tried for a new personal best in handstand pushups, he kept focusing on the mantra he'd had going through his brain since he'd left Hinata.
*Make her healthy. Keep her free will. Partner, not slave. *
Those twelve syllables kept repeating in his head, his attempt at shaping the bond that would form before he could consciously control it. If worst came to worst, he could always break and remake the bond once he knew what he was doing. But he wanted to get it right the first time. Call it pride, call it superstition, but he felt like it would ruin this fragile new relationship if it began the way a typical Uzu-Matriarch connection did.
Naruto wasn't sure how to feel about Hinata. She was pretty and kind. And she hadn't run screaming when he'd told her the truth. But they hardly knew each other, yet had tacitly agreed to potentially spending lifetimes together. It almost felt like an arranged marriage, becoming duty-bound to a stranger's happiness the same day you met them. It couldn't really be helped, given the reality of their situation, but it still felt odd how things had just happened.
Naruto knew himself well enough to realize part of the problem was his own denial. He'd accepted that 'one day' he would claim his heritage, gain his powers, and begin on a journey that would hopefully end with a happier, more peaceful galaxy than if he'd never existed. But now that it was actually happening, he found a part of him convinced that it would all turn out to be a dream. He'd always been a realist, very much a 'what you see is what you get' man who didn't trust anything that didn't make sense as he understood the world. He'd spent weeks talking himself out of checking into a psychiatric program after the confrontation with his Guide, struggling to reconcile all he knew and all he suddenly KNEW. The idea that he was capable of what he could only call 'magic' was simply impossible. He'd rationalized it away given the sheer complexity of his 'delusion', but part of him was still certain it was all fake. If his powers actually appeared after his third time with Hinata, then he would have to accept that it was all real.
And that thought terrified him.
Naruto had accepted the harsh, clear truth that not all men were created equal as far back as his twenties. Sure, it was unfair, but the simple fact was that some just were born with more potential than others. Whether from their family circumstances, raw intelligence or capability, lucky breaks, or sheer stubbornness, certain people were just capable of MORE than those around them. Knowing that, Naruto had come to the conclusion that moaning about how others were better, or your talents were wasted on you was pointless. The best thing to do was to just do the best you could and make your peace with however big or little that contribution to the grand scheme was. If it turned out that all this 'imaginary' power he had wasn't so imaginary, then he might have the most potential of anyone born in known space.
Naruto knew that he wasn't 'obligated' to do anything but what he damn well pleased. But his own moral code would compel him to do his best. He didn't WANT the responsibility that went hand in hand with the vast resources of his birthright. He didn't want to feel honor-bound to protect the whole Galactic League from any malignant Uzu that came around. He didn't want to feel like a selfish bastard if he didn't try at least a little to improve the lives of all the sapient creatures that called this little corner of the universe their home.
But it was all there anyway. And Naruto was going to just have to man up and face it, even if part of him was hoping it would turn out to be make-believe.
Well, at least Hinata and any other partners he might get would be there to provide a little fun.
Naruto steered his thoughts away from that direction, lest his v-sit become more of an 'A'.
After he'd done his very best to make every single muscle in his body sore, Naruto had a long shower and settled down to dinner. One unexpected benefit of his deal with Hinata was that his rations wouldn't take a hit from having another mouth to feed. Hinata would be able to subsist on a diet of nothing but his cum for the next few weeks. The former marine took a little time to relish the thought of a pretty girl living on his seed alone. Naruto would admit that he'd thought about living off his own fluids in a pinch, but he could never bring himself to do it. The one time he'd been brave enough to taste, it had been revolting. He had no idea what all his past lovers were talking about, insisting it was like liquid sugar. It was probably a Uzu thing, some mechanism built into his genome to make sure they didn't spend their lives sucking their own dicks. That, or so no slave juice went to waste.
Settling in to wait until Hinata woke up from her all-day nap, Naruto sank into his ergonomic pilot's chair. The wonder of furniture design was his one indulgence on the ship, and even then, it was a practical investment in the long run. Better to spend 20,000 ryo at once than rack up millions in hospital bills dealing with issues from years of bad posture. It occurred to Naruto that he never really spent money on anything unless it served a purpose. He'd been frugal with his pay in the military, and had only bought the necessities during his life as a trader. Even once he got rich on this Tyrenium, would his lifestyle really change that much?
Well, better to have and not need than need and not have, that was a philosophy Naruto strongly believed in.
Naruto whiled away the hours until midnight with some Space Chess. Once the Holonet had replaced the primitive Internet of Konoha's early years, one of the first new things to pop up was a 3D version of the ancient game. Both players had 48 pieces, arranged in two rows of columns of three on either the top or bottom of their side of the board, depending which side you were. Some preferred to stick close to the original by playing on an 8x8x8 'board', but most found that it got too crowded too fast and preferred a 12x12x12 board. Some played with even bigger dimensions, but those really dragged once the game got to its last stages. The goal was to protect all three of your Kings or 'Planets', though checkmate was only achieved when a player had captured two of his opponent's and cornered the third. The addition of a z-axis had made the game exponentially more complex than its predecessor, and the graphics made possible by the raw computational power of the Holonet drew in lots of the kids. Skins made for underground, land, and air combat or underwater battles existed, but for some reason the chance to recreate a clash between two alien armadas remained the most popular. It really strained the brain to play a good game, but it was still easier than Neo Go. A game between two masters of THAT game could last for a full day.
When Naruto was starting to have to remind himself to open his eyes again after he blinked, the 14 hours were winding to a close. Naruto stopped to grab a glass of water before he reached the cabin. He remembered from past experience that his lovers always woke from their first time with him extremely thirsty. The few times he'd 'fed' a partner twice, it hadn't been a problem; instead, he had to explain why they woke up looking a few months pregnant. He wasn't sure what caused the dehydration, his genetic memories not going into much depth on the 'how's and 'why's of things. If he ever (by mutual agreement) enthralled a doctor, they'd have to look into that and the rest of his Uzu stuff.
Naruto entered the cabin to find Hinata already stirring. He brightened the lights slowly to avoid shocking her, then walked over to his bunk. "Here," he offered, holding out the cup. "I know you're thirsty, this will really help."
"Thanks" she rasped, sitting up and reaching out, heedless of her nudity. Naruto's eyes did an involuntary once-over. It might have been his imagination, but she already seemed a little less thin, her skin not quite so colorless. She took big gulps from the glass, and his eyes were drawn to the way her throat bobbed up and down. This was why he'd been sure he could keep up with her appetites, no matter how much he stoked them. His body went into a kind of hibernation when he went too long without sex. But once he got some, he was primed and loaded like a Gatling laser, ready to keep blasting tirelessly. He wasn't actually sure just how long he could go in one session, but he had a feeling he'd be finding out in the near future.
Hinata had to cough to get his attention, and Naruto blushed as he took back the glass. *One blowjob and you're as bad as a frat boy. Get it together, Uzumaki. *
"So, how do you feel?" Naruto asked, setting the glass aside to be washed later.
The bluenette stretched her limbs above her head, thrusting out her modest breasts; Naruto's eyes tracked her pink nipples like an auto-turret. She tilted her head from side to side, a look of delight slowly spreading across her face. "I've never felt better! I don't feel hungry or tired at all! And all these little aches and pains I learned to ignore are just gone!"
She looked up at him in wonder. "It's all true, isn't it? There's no way I could feel this good if I just had a nap after we had sex. Your cum really did heal me!"
"I told you I wasn't lying," he said, both pleased and a bit uncomfortable at the depth of joy and gratitude in her eyes.
With all the ferocity and none of the grace of a jungle cat, Hinata threw herself at him, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him like he'd just come home from war.
Naruto recovered from his shock at the sudden assault soon enough, taking charge of the kiss with ease. He gently but implacably maneuvered Hinata onto her back, her head cushioned by the pillow. Naruto then sank down on her, making sure she would feel pinned but supporting himself enough that she could still breathe. His tongue slid past her lips with no resistance, the teen oh so eager and willing. He tamed her wild tongue with little effort, forcing hers into submission so he could take his time tasting every inch of her mouth. He ground the hard length of his dick against her labia, more to tease her than to really satisfy himself. The layers of cloth wrapped around him dulled the sensation to the point that he could do this simple movement for hours without risking his control.
He held her down like that, asserting his power over her body to bring them both pleasure. When he started to get a little lightheaded, he succumbed to the need for oxygen and pulled back. A string of saliva stuck between their mouths, maintaining their connection. Hinata was panting, her eyes so big and bright, as aroused as a cat in heat. Naruto knew, in that moment, he could have her wrapped around him without even a word. It was incredibly tempting, but he felt they needed to talk at least a little before just jumping into it.
"Not that I'm complaining," he started, giving a long, drawn-out thrust against her hips to illustrate his point, "But what was that for?"
Hinata almost seemed beyond speech, but she seemed to gather herself once he lifted off her just a bit. "I just wanted to say thanks. You can't imagine how amazing it is for me to just… not be in pain. I suddenly have much more sympathy for blockheads."
Naruto tried not to wince at the crude term. 'Blockhead' was a very rude way to refer to someone addicted to neural blockers, the more precise and therefore more powerful family of drugs that had replaced the painkillers of pre-Interstellar medicine.
"You're very welcome. I'm glad I could take away your hurt. But you really should be thanking my four friends, not me," Naruto answered, suddenly very aware that he'd gone half a day since his last orgasm.
"Oh, I intend to," Hinata purred, moving a hand to cup him.
Naruto tilted his hips away, hating that he was such a gentleman. Life would be so much more enjoyable if he didn't respect women… and wow, he really WAS horned up to be thinking shit like that.
"I'd like that, believe me I would, but I want to talk with you first."
Hinata sighed. "Yeah, I guess it makes sense to wait until I'm beautiful. Wouldn't want the first time to be a dud."
"That's not why, and don't you dare put yourself down like that ever again!" Naruto stated sternly. His heart had twisted hearing her words. His hand also itched to spank her for saying them, but he shelved that for later. "You're an amazing girl, Hinata, and I'd love nothing more than to make love to you right now. I just needed to check that you were okay with everything. You've gotten a taste of the power of my cum, and I wanted to make sure you still wanted to keep going down this path with me."
Her eyes watered, tears sliding down her face to the sheets below. He was just starting to panic when she leaned up to press their lips together. This kiss had none of the frenzy of the earlier ones, yet it touched him deeper than any of them had. When she pulled back, one corner of her mouth was curled up in a wry smile. "Guess both of us have a bad habit of assuming the worst of ourselves."
Naruto huffed, bringing down his head to lean against her forehead. "Seems we do. I'll work on it if you will."
"Sure thing." Hinata brought up a finger to trace his face, her eyes noting the signs of fatigue their brief make-out had banished. "It's been a very long day for you. You should get some rest. Let me get my dinner and then we can both get some sleep. We can save all the heavy talk for the morning, okay?"
The moment Hinata had brought it up, all his tiredness seemed to hit him in one big knockout punch. He was suddenly in danger of falling asleep on top of her. She might be a bony pillow, but she was warm and soft. With an act of supreme will, Naruto rolled over, forcing himself to fit in the gap between Hinata and the wall. "Okay," he mumbled. "Don't take it personally if I pass out before you finish. I think I went overboard keeping myself busy until you woke up."
"Shh, no talking. Just close your eyes and enjoy," she cooed, slipping the pillow under his head. Naruto was vaguely aware of her shimmying his clothes off him, and when she left the bed to lower the lights, he almost missed her return. But her wrapping her soft hand around his quad and mouthing his head, that he did notice.
Naruto wanted to do SOMETHING besides just lie there, but it was like the gravity had doubled. It was almost too much effort just to breathe. Deciding to take her advice, Naruto let her do all the work and took what she was so generously giving. He was too out of it to tell when his precum took over, just feeling as the sweet, slippery warmth went up and down on him. He stuck around long enough for the climax, though it was more like water leaking out of a pierced bottle than a dam bursting like earlier. He sank into unconsciousness with the crest of his orgasm. He didn't feel Hinata curl up into his chest, or his arm moving of its own will to wrap around her shoulders, or the dopey grin she pressed into his shoulder before sleeping off her meal.
Hinata woke up slowly, a novel experience for her. She was normally so tense and alert, even in her unconscious hours, that not jumping straight into immediate awareness felt strange. She became aware of warm skin against her own… too much skin. Her muscles tightened, the knowledge she had no barriers protecting her from another body sending her into fight-or-flight mode. But the sharp inhale provoked by her fear filled her nose with a mixture of scents that confused her.
It was so… CLEAN. Some kind of soap, without the harsh bite of antiseptic chemicals. Cloth, but light and airy, not rough and grimy from dirt all but woven into the fabric. Sweat, but not 'dirty' sweat that stuck in your nose and made your stomach curl; just a heady musk that registered somewhere in her brainstem as 'healthy male'.
She opened her eyes, wondering where in Karron she could possibly be that would smell so… non-Karron-like, to see an expanse of muscle that put every man she'd ever met to shame. And resting in the valley between the pectorals, a golden bauble hanging from a black cord. It was a piece of jewelry she had only seen once, and the man who wore it was no one to fear.
Hinata sighed blissfully, releasing the tension that she'd reached for in her first waking moments. Memories of the day before returned to her, losing their dreamlike quality when the truth of them was right in front of her. She knew where she was, and who she was with.
The bluenette tried to bring herself closer to Naruto's soothing warmth, but her belly seemed to somehow get in the way. She looked down to see what the problem was, and barely withheld a shocked shriek. Her tummy was bulging, a distinct curve flowing up from where yesterday there was a flat, slightly sunken plane. If she'd had more meat on her bones, it might have looked like a bit of padding or she was trying to thrust out her stomach. On her stick-like figure, it looked like she was in her second trimester.
Hinata brought a hand down to rub the bump in wonder. It felt hard, and warm, and she sensed the movements of her hand deep in her belly, which for once didn't feel hollow and empty.
*I guess he really DOES cum a lot, * she reflected, petting the proof of how substantial her last meal with Naruto had been.
Stroking the evidence of the man's extreme potency, and remembering clearly the sheer scale of the organ she'd sucked on twice now, Hinata felt the last of her doubts fade away.
*If he was telling the truth about his cock and balls, he was telling the truth about the rest. He's a Uzu, a race of alien wizards who enslave hordes of women. Except he wants to use his powers for good, and treat his women kindly. And he picked YOU. Not that you gave him much choice, but still… *
Hinata laid her head back on Naruto's arm. It was hard and dense as a rock, but the curve of his bicep seemed to nestle into the curve of her skull like two puzzle pieces coming together. She stared up at the ceiling of his cabin, a featureless sheet of titanium broken up only by light fixtures, and thought about the fantastical situation she had stumbled into.
When she'd first heard his strong voice when she'd been curled into the tiny metal compartment she'd hid herself in, her heart had somehow both leapt into her throat and sank into her bowels. The jig was up. She'd have to face the spacer who owned this rusty Freighter, and pray he had more mercy than Georgio would have had for her. She knew there was no point in putting it off, but she somehow couldn't bring herself to come out. Like a child tucked under the covers, she wouldn't be found if she just stayed still.
Hearing the words 'hard way' was enough to galvanize her. Always best to do things the easy way when it came to men. She'd learned that lesson in the back tunnels of Karron, when puberty had gifted her both a new danger to watch out for and a relatively painless way to get food. Simply letting them have their way with you hurt less than trying to fight them off, unless they were 'shiners'. A shiner, noticeable by a certain glint in their eye, would like nothing more than for you to cry out in pain, and would hurt you until you did. Hinata had learned how to run from shiners, and even if this man turned out to be one, she couldn't run if she was stuck in the locker.
When she'd come out, she realized any chance of running was doomed from the start. The man had over a foot and at least a hundred pounds on her. He had a gleaming shotgun in his hands, looking finer than anything even Tenten could manufacture. And the way he held himself, it reminded her of the security contractors. When they were fresh to Karron and hadn't yet gotten lazy from bribes and boredom, the contractors moved in a way that marked them as dangerous. Even standing still, she saw that same deadly power in the captain.
She had expected summary execution, being dragged back to Karron, selling herself in whatever way she could to keep this chance at freedom. Prepared for it, even. What she could not have anticipated, though, was a man with manners. A man who talked to her while looking at her face, not her body. A man who offered her food with no strings attached. A man who gave her a SHOWER.
Hinata had been baffled by Uzumaki Naruto's behavior, all of her strategies for men rendered null by his… respect. He'd respected her, even as an intruder. Maybe not as a person, but at least as a living being. And that was something she'd only gotten from two people in her life; one was dead, and the other she'd left far behind.
Except for one moment. When she'd panicked at the thought of returning to Karron, a certain thought had entered his head. When he'd believed she'd wronged him, used him, sullied his honor, he had been furious. It wasn't a bright hot anger, the kind she was used to, the kind that led to blood running in the tunnels and bruises the next day. It was cold and sharp and focused as a knife. In that moment, Hinata KNEW, in the wisdom that comes to prey when faced with a predator, that Naruto could have ended her. He could have wiped out her entire being, snuffed her like a candle faced with the winter wind, and he would have felt no more remorse than she would for squashing an ant.
Remembering that look he'd given her, like a spurned god faced with the insect who insulted them, she could believe that his brothers had fought entire planets and won. And that was just from the sheer volume of hatred, the weight of the disdain, the intensity of the emotion. Back that up with powers out of a storybook, gadgets light-years ahead of any she knew, and a legion of brainwashed minions… Yeah, Uzu could be unstoppable.
And yet, Naruto wasn't like other Uzu. She had no proof for that other than his word, but why suspect that when he had told her nothing but the truth so far? He'd been raised with a much higher code of ethics than Hinata was used to, that was obvious. And through what was apparently a big accident, he had overcome the quirk in Uzu minds that pushed them toward depravity and narcissism. If he turned bad, it would be by his own choice. And while he certainly had the capacity for evil, bred into him by the sound of it, he seemed determined to rise above it.
She was a good judge of character; it had been one of the only tools she had to survive, and she'd honed it to a keen edge over the years. She'd told Naruto he was a good man, and the more she learned about him, the surer she became of that fact. Listening to the slow breaths of the gentle giant she found herself in bed with, she was certain he would have resisted her if she'd refused him. There would have been a few close calls, and maybe bad luck would have decided to screw both of them over after all, but Hinata would have bet all she'd ever owned that she would have disembarked at Port Heracles unmolested. Not that she'd ever had much, but it was the thought that counted.
They'd never find out, though, because Hinata had accepted him. Really, it was a no-brainer. Money, a beautiful body, eternal youth, and sex with the hottest man she'd ever seen. She hadn't been aware of that last fact until she'd gotten his clothes off, but his face had been strong, defined, and most importantly kind. She wasn't sure how she felt about sex with other women, but Hinata was starting to suspect she had very little idea about how good sex could actually be. She and Naruto had made out for barely a minute when she'd woken up last night, and he made her feel better than all of her former partners combined, even including the ones who made her cum. Maybe she'd find she quite enjoyed Sapphic delights. And fighting, well, she had a lifetime of experience with violence and the razor edge between life and death. It might be nice, even therapeutic, to be the one inflicting it rather than suffering it for a change.
As Hinata ran her fingers over her swollen tummy, an aspect of her budding life with Naruto suddenly occurred to her. They were going to be together for a long time, a lot longer than other couples. And even on Karron, where life was so short and brutal, people had kids. If her life was to become bound to a man literally designed to fuck, it seemed laughable to think that pregnancy wouldn't eventually come up.
Hinata had never really thought about kids, except for the fear of getting knocked up. It just seemed cruel to bring a life into the world when it was doomed to be one of misery. Besides, how could she afford another mouth to feed when she could barely scrape together enough for herself?
But now, she allowed herself to wonder. What would it be like to have a baby with Naruto? They were going to be rich thanks to those freakishly valuable ore containers in the cargo bay, so her child would never go hungry. And thinking of how much effort Naruto had gone to yesterday to care for her, see to her needs, and the gentle way he'd held her, she was absolutely certain he'd be an amazing father.
Hinata felt a rush of horniness, surprising in its intensity, as she imagined her belly swollen not from a vast quantity of sperm, but from Naruto's baby growing inside her. The thought was so magical, a tiny bundle of warmth with Naruto's hair and her eyes, that she felt the urge to wake him up and get started on making that dream a reality right now.
Hinata paused. The thought was appealing, sure, but why the rush? She wasn't even his Matriarch yet. Plus, didn't Naruto say there was risk of pirates? And however amazing Naruto was, they HAD only met yesterday.
She remembered his warnings of personality shifts. It seems she'd already found the first one. He'd told her Uzu used their Thralls as breeding stock to make more (and wasn't that a fucked-up thought; didn't that mean the Uzu was fucking his own daughters?), so it made sense to make sure the girls WANTED to have babies. No psychic connection, and he'd already made her crazy to bear his young.
Hinata took a moment to figure out how she felt about that. A part of her felt violated, just a tiny bit, for having those thoughts put in her head. But he had warned her about the changes being with him would bring, if not in as much detail as she probably should have asked for. The teen thought back to a moment ago, how her heart had soared with joy at the thought of being the mother of Naruto's children. Those feelings had been real, if unexpected. In the end, did it really matter why she wanted kids, as long as she enjoyed them? And Naruto WOULD be a good father, a loving father.
Hinata smiled, nodding to herself. She was fine with her newfound need to breed; why care that it was artificial when it promised such true happiness? Though she'd try to restrain it just a bit; she was ready to have kids right that second, but that didn't mean Naruto was. Besides, he hadn't even fucked her yet. She was getting a bit ahead of herself.
Blushing as she thought about Naruto having 'real' sex with her, Hinata was overcome with curiosity. She glanced at Naruto's face to make sure he was sound asleep. He was, eyes closed and face slack, going very long between each inhale and exhale. She was struck by how much younger he looked while asleep. He didn't seem that old in the first place, barely thirty by her estimate (which is why his talk of retirement yesterday had confused her a bit). Yet there was a quality to his features that conveyed maturity that was now absent in sleep. She realized with a twinge of concern that it had been tension. The way he'd pinched his eyebrows ever so slightly, the way he set his shoulders… it was like he'd been carrying the weight of a world on his back. The baggage of his species must truly trouble him, and Hinata vowed in that moment to try and make sure Naruto always looked as peaceful awake as he did right now.
Remembering why she checked in the first place, Hinata tilted her head where it rested on Naruto's shoulder to look down his body. With a pickpocket's light fingers, she reached out to gather the sheet that covered them at the waist, brought up at some point during the night by the motions of sleep. Getting a grip on the linen without reaching through to brush Naruto's skin, Hinata slowly lifted up the sheet.
It seemed Naruto was a grower instead of a shower. That was probably for the best, since it would have been pretty awkward to walk with all that meat crammed between his legs. Given the sheer mass of his penis though, he was still bigger soft than most men were hard. She marveled at the tool it was apparently now her privilege to service. The shaft was the same light tan as the rest of Naruto's skin, a couple veins sticking up along the surface like hills on the plains. It was tilted up towards her, so she could see through the hood of his foreskin that the head was pink and soft-looking, with the eye closed as tightly as the ones in Naruto's head. Compared to the turgid, maroon, leaking monster she remembered putting her mouth on before her memories got blurry, it was almost cute. Past the spear meant by nature to pierce a woman, she saw his sack. The top two balls seemed to be leaning drunkenly against each other, held up by the pair beneath. Each of them was so big she wasn't sure if they would fit in her mouth whole.
She licked her lips, craving another taste of his candy-sweet precum. But she hadn't even digested her dinner yet. And she'd told him they would talk in the morning before doing anything. Plus, while it would definitely be a pleasant way to wake up, Naruto needed sleep. He'd all but collapsed last night, after riding the rush of her throwing herself at him.
Bringing up the sheet so it covered her shoulders and Naruto's collarbone, Hinata settled down to snuggle with her sleeping man. And yes, he was her man. She had verbally agreed to, for all intents and purposes, belong to him. Naruto was a fair man. He should be perfectly okay belonging to her in turn. Even if she'd end up sharing him with an indeterminate number of other women. Then again, given what he was packing, she might need reinforcements if she ever wanted to be able to walk!
Hinata spent a couple hours like that, in a warm cocoon made from bedsheets and Naruto's arm, imagining a life of luxury as the top bitch of Naruto's harem. Her stomach slowly flattened until it was slim as it had always been. Although, she didn't seem to be as painfully thin as she remembered. Seems her body was putting her high-protein diet to good use.
She was just getting into a fantasy of Naruto feeding her 'chocolate', that mysterious and mythical sweet all the rich Core World ladies ate, while watching Karron vanish in a big, fiery explosion. Before she could start eating the 'chocolate' off of parts of Naruto besides his fingers, she felt the man move beside her. She looked up to find him looking down at her, a tender smile on his face. Hinata felt her heart skip, and realized that all the money and Uzu crap were just accessories to the real prize. If all Naruto had to offer her was that smile and the look in his eyes he had in that moment, she would still stand beside him. It was worth all the sadness and struggle she'd endured up to that point, if it had led her to him.
Whether that was how she would have felt if he were 'normal' or if it was part of the changes his cum had begun to work on her, she couldn't say. And she couldn't care less.
"Morning," he said sleepily, leaning down to press a kiss into her hair. She felt tingly all of a sudden.
"Morning," she answered, trying to remember if she'd ever felt so content before. She was coming up with a blank.
"Have you been up for long?" he asked, absentmindedly stretching out his left arm. The interplay of muscles flexing and extending was fascinating to watch.
"For a while, but I was perfectly comfy. Gave me a little time to think about yesterday. By the way, is there some Uzu reason why I didn't need to get up for the bathroom?" she asked. After the first hour, she'd started to wonder at the lack of her usual morning urge for relief, especially considering she'd switched to a liquid diet.
"My cum is healing you, making repairs and eliminating waste. That means ALL waste. As long as you've fed from me in the past 24 hours, you don't have to worry about any of the usual bathroom routines besides bathing." Naruto shrugged, which made Hinata's head rise an impressive amount. "It's a bit weird, but not much more than all the other stuff it can do. And it takes a lot of the worry out of anal sex," he added, a salacious grin breaking out on his face.
"Sounds like I never even have to leave your bed," she teased back, blushing up a storm at the idea of THAT going in THERE. He said she'd be able to stretch, but come on man! Something he mentioned niggled at her though, and in a flash, she remembered a rather significant bodily function he'd neglected to mention.
"Um, Naruto? How's your cum going to affect my... how do you proper K-Fed boys put it? My 'feminine hygiene'?"
When Hinata's father was still alive, and she still had a home she could call her own, one of her only toys had been an old children's book. The brightly colored collection of plastic and paper had been meant to teach her the alphabet, by illustrating each letter with a cute animal. The page for 'D' had a dog, shown giving the reader a look pleading for forgiveness as it sat next to the plate it had broken. That same adorable, apologizing pout was now on Naruto's face. It was all she could do not to squeal and press his head into her humble bosom.
"Oh, Hinata, I'm so sorry! I can't believe I didn't tell you about this, it's such a major detail. I honestly forgot, you have to believe me!"
Hinata brought up a finger to cover Naruto's mouth, stopping him before he could build any more steam. "Don't worry, you're a guy. Of course you didn't think about it. I'm not mad, just curious."
Naruto blushed, and couldn't seem to look her in the eye. She felt his other hand move, and realized he was actually focusing on her navel. His big hand covered almost her entire belly and began to rub. Hinata couldn't believe how sensual it felt. His fingers weren't even near the fun part!
"I don't know if it's taken effect yet, but it definitely will over the next couple of days. Simply put, you're not on a cycle anymore. Your uterus is always going to be thick and ready for implantation. You won't ovulate unless I give a psychic command. For the record, my sperm can change to the chromosome I command them to as well. You'll just keep resetting to a state of hyperfertility, as part of the 'template' I have for you and every other woman I might enthrall. If you're away from me for more than a month, it'll all start up again like usual. So, yeah," Naruto coughed, his face red as the rubies Hinata had spotted some gang leader's concubine wearing one day. "Basically, we don't have to worry about birth control. And you don't have to deal with PMS as long as we're together. And someday, WAY down the line, if we decide to start a family, we can pick the due date and the sex of the baby. Or babies, if you want twins, or maybe triplets, I don't know, it'd be up to you, I'm not going to force you to have a litter or anything…" Naruto began to babble, this subject clearly one he was not comfortable talking about.
Hinata brought her hand down on top of Naruto's. He stopped talking, looking back up at her face. She could see the surprise there, her expression apparently throwing him off. She couldn't honestly say what it was though, her whole focus on just one thing he'd said.
"Naruto," she asked calmly, though her voice wavered slightly, "Are you telling me that Thralls don't get periods?"
He tensed, seemingly preparing for an explosion. "No. No, they don't."
Hinata moved swiftly and with purpose, throwing a leg over Naruto's hip and sitting up. Grabbing his face between her hands, she moved down and gave him the biggest kiss she could. That done, she proceeded to pepper his cheeks, eyes, nose, forehead, and every other piece of him she could with pecks. When she'd made a full circuit back to his lips, she pulled away to look at him. He seemed mildly dazed, and she felt something big and hot poking her lower back. She'd get to that in due time, but she had to say something first.
"Don't forget to mention that to the next girl. It's a HUGE selling point. And you won't need your cum to make me your devoted little plaything, I'm going to be worshipping you from now until the end of time for freeing me from that monthly torture."
Naruto's brow furrowed, his brain starting to reactivate after the short circuit her adoration had caused. "I've heard horror stories, but it can't be THAT bad, can it?"
Hinata leaned back to give him a 'look'. "Guys don't know how good they have it. Maybe it was worse for me than the women you know because I'm from Karron, but periods suck. You have no idea how embarrassing it is to walk around with bloodstains on your crotch because you couldn't afford or find something to soak it up. And pray you never know the pain of having hunger cramps AND menstrual cramps at the same time."
He couldn't hide a grimace. "Right. I'm just going to remember the fact you're not mad about it and delete the rest of this conversation."
"Fine by me," she breathed, leaning down to give him another kiss on his dry, smooth lips. "Although, I will want to revisit a couple topics in the future. Like how a certain hole will always be clean. Or how you can impregnate me with your son or daughter on a whim." She giggled coquettishly, the teasing feeling a lot more natural than yesterday. More evidence of personality shifts, but they were helping her so why get mad? "Your cum's not going to fill my boobs up with milk while it's inflating them, is it? I mean, if you want a handy snack whenever I'm around, that's okay, just warn me before I start leaking unexpectedly."
Naruto's eyes were blazing, and his hands latched onto her hips with an iron grip. She felt a delightful shiver, embracing the knowledge that she wasn't going anywhere without his approval. "You," he growled, the sheer masculine force of the sound reducing her insides to jelly, "are a taunting, tempting, tantalizing little minx who is just BEGGING to be put in her place. And we are going to talk about something else right now before I snap and spend the whole day doing just that."
Hinata had no idea what 'tantalizing' meant, but she decided it was something she'd have to be more often in the future, if it got Naruto into this state. But they still hadn't really TALKED yet, and he seemed determined not to do anything fun until they did, so she dropped the sex kitten act. Except it hadn't really been an act, had it? She LIKED this new version of herself (and wondering if she liked it because he was making her like it would be a pointless, paranoid waste of energy she wasn't going to bother with). Shaking her head, Hinata cast her mind for a less raunchy topic. Though she noted that Naruto's hands were still tight on her.
"I've already signed up for the whole Matriarch thing, but I'd still like to know more about Uzu. You said you had schematics for the tech in your head. How does that even work?"
Naruto's eyes looked up almost into his head, a sign he was thinking. "Well, maybe it's a psychic thing, some astral library that all Uzu have unconscious access to. But that doesn't 'feel' right. My best guess is that it's all encoded into my DNA as binary. The Konoha Federation did that for data storage a couple centuries ago, turning 1's and 0's into A-T and C-G bonds. Somehow my brain must be able to interpret all that as images of the blueprints."
Hinata's mouth twisted like she'd sucked on a lemon. "I'm just going to nod and pretend I understood that. So what kind of tech are we talking about here? And on a completely different note, does the Holonet have cheat sheets for basic education expected from the average citizen?"
Naruto sat up, manipulating Hinata's body like she weighed no more than a feather. He settled her back into his lap, wrapping his arms around her in a hug. She accepted the comfort, trying to fight down the embarrassment and shame of her ignorance. They both were very aware of the fact that his shaft was tucked into the crevasse between her ass cheeks, but neither drew attention to it.
"You're a bright girl, and only going to get brighter. You'll pick up all these facts I take for granted in no time. I'll even help teach you, if you'd like."
"Thanks, but I'd rather do it myself. I'd feel like a little girl asking her dad for help," Hinata pouted.
Naruto spoke without thinking. "Well, I AM old enough to be your father."
Hinata pulled back enough to look him in the face, skepticism clear in her eyes. "Just how old are you, exactly? Because I would have bet money you weren't older than 30."
Naruto blushed. "Actually, I turned 40 a couple months back."
Hinata looked him up and down from her intimately close vantage point. "I'd call bullshit, but you're not Konoha. Maybe Uzu have naturally longer lives even without the immortality thing." She got an impish smile. "If I think you look young for 40, it'll be hilarious seeing what people say when you're over 100!"
Naruto chuckled. "What about you? How's it going to feel when you're a grandmother and people assume you're in your teens?"
Hinata shrugged. "I'll make a bunch of inside GILF jokes with you and the rest of the family, of course. And we're really getting off topic. I don't care about our age difference, I still don't want you teaching me. I can handle myself. And you seem to have forgotten to answer me about the gadgets floating around in that pointy-eared head."
His eyes seemed to flash with a proud, possessive kind of longing when she mentioned 'family'. Hinata felt her juices start to flow, which made the massive pillar she was resting on flex. Naruto's eyes smoldered down at her, but he closed them and breathed deep. When he opened them, he was back in control. Hinata couldn't decide whether to be relieved or disappointed.
"I'm no engineer, so I'm not sure how any of it actually works. I know just enough to tell that it's all radically advanced compared to what I'm used to. The weapons all seem to use the word 'quantum' to describe them, and the power requirements are off the charts. There's a Power Core and Tachyon Drive, plus a monster of a ship to put them in. There's also a Wormhole Generator, so the Tachyon Drive might not even be needed. There's engines and electronics and a bunch of 'ordinary' stuff too, plus some freaky stuff specifically for Thrall and Uzu… 'activities'. To be honest, I have no idea how I'm actually going to get any of it built."
Hinata's mind flashed to the one friend she had, trapped back in the asteroid she'd fled. "It might be a bit early for me to start suggesting other girls to join us, but I know a girl back on Karron. She's brilliant at building things, and that's before your cum goes to work on her. You might not be an engineer, but she definitely is. We could go back and recruit her after we sell the Tyrenium. I know for a fact she'll be onboard with any plan that gets her the hell away from Karron. She'll probably be as grateful to you as I am," she added, grinding down suggestively.
Naruto's neck tensed as he clung to his control. "Is this the same friend who gave you the code to my airlock? If so, then I'd go back for her even if she weren't up for the job. I owe her for helping bring you into my life. And just because she joins the crew doesn't mean she has to join the… family."
Hinata smiled warmly, touched at how considerate her man was. She was also both impressed and annoyed that he didn't immediately latch onto the chance to sleep with another woman with his current lover's approval. It was nice to know he cared for her, but wasn't the whole point of being his Matriarch to help him collect and care for Thralls? "Thanks for that, but being your Thrall is the best thing that could happen for her. She'll take one look at my sexy new bod and be getting down on her knees for you then and there. She's always felt like an ugly duckling; a chance to work with incredibly complicated alien technology AND become beautiful will be too good for her to pass up. Besides, she's a virgin, and I want her to lose it to the best guy in the galaxy. That means she HAS to sleep with you."
Naruto gulped. "Are… are you sure about this? You really trust me enough not just to be with me, but to actually recommend me for your friend? Even knowing… everything?"
Hinata gave him her most comforting smile, and gave him a lingering kiss. "Let me spell this out for you, Naruto. This has been the best morning of my entire life. Just lying in bed with you, talking with you, touching you, has beaten out every morning that came before. I'm not ignoring how big and scary all the Uzu stuff is. But you're worth it. I'm sure of it. Call me naïve and too quick to trust, but you're the best thing that ever happened to me. And you'll be the same for Tenten."
Her man made a choked kind of noise. She noted that his eyes were starting to well up. She closed her eyes and kissed him, giving him time to gather himself while also enjoying the slide of their lips against each other. Hinata did most of the work for a while, but when she felt the strong swipe of his tongue, she knew it was safe to open her eyes. Their gazes met from millimeters away.
'Let me be yours' she tried to make hers say.
She didn't know what he saw, but it made that flicker of doubt he'd been hiding since he'd made his offer finally fade away.
Naruto pulled back. "This is your last chance," he told her solemnly. "I said I could break the bond if that's what you wanted, but once I have you… I'm not sure I'll ever be able to let you go. We do this, and both of our lives are going to change. One way or another, there's no going back. Is this what you want?"
She felt her insides tighten with sweet anticipation. He knew she was going to say yes. She'd been telling him that from the start. And now, he finally believed her. This was just to hear it one last time, a verbal vow of submission to cement the formation of the bond that would link them from now until eternity. He wanted her to look into his eyes and agree to be with him, every single part of him.
She licked her lips, drawing out the motion. "May your loyal Matriarch have breakfast in bed this morning, Naruto?"
His eyes blazed with a mixture of desire and triumph. "Your Uzu master would like nothing more, Hinata."
He dragged her up the length of his cock, making sure she felt every inch as he lifted her ass up. He paused pointedly at her rosebud, then kept lifting until she was hovering directly above his gigantic cock. For a second, she wondered if he would take her then and there. Then he brought the bottom of her slit up against the underside of his mushroom head. He let her oh so slowly slide down, her lower lips dragging down the towering length of his shaft for what felt like hours. Her clit dragged against the hot, pulsing dick, sending sharp, stinging pleasure rushing up into her. Cream began to leak from within her, mixing with the clear honey oozing from his tip, making the journey deliciously smooth and sticky.
She was panting by the time her knees touched the bed again. Naruto moved abruptly, sliding away until his back was against the wall of his bunk. His glorious erection waved in the air between them, gleaming from the combination of their juices. He looked into her eyes, somehow robbing all the strength from her limbs with that one look. He crooked a finger in silent invitation.
She crawled over to him, almost slipping in her haste. From her low angle, she could see his balls were flush against the skin of his sack, having filled to the brim during the night. All that was keeping their delectable contents away from her stomach was her best blowjob. With relish, she wrapped her mouth over the flushed head, her tongue swirling all around to catch every drop that dampened the warm, soft skin.
Hinata delighted in the taste of Naruto's precum. It mixed in pleasant ways with her salty tanginess, resulting in the most indulgent, sinful flavor she'd ever known. She began to feel her mind dim, the blurriness of severe intoxication starting to steal over her. Before she lost herself, she felt a vague tugging sensation. She slowly became aware of something rubbing against her tongue. In a flash of awareness like a shot of adrenaline, Hinata realized Naruto was kissing her.
He pulled back, a stern but caring cast to his face. "Stay with me, Hinata. I want YOU to love me with your mouth, not your body on autopilot. Fight through the haze. Can you do that for me?"
She felt her heart swell with affection, and she set her shoulders determinedly. Bracing herself, she pulled back and lowered her head until his spongy helmet was once again resting on her tongue.
She felt the glide of his body's narcotic lubricant down her throat. Her mind was again tugged down towards a place of pure instinct and raw sensation, but she resisted. She held firm, keeping herself in the moment. She found herself keeping track of Naruto's heartbeats through the surges in the major vein on the underside. She timed her breaths to them, four throbs in, four throbs out, all the while struggling against unconsciousness. With time it grew easier, and the minutes passed in a blur of syncing breath to beat, until Hinata found herself tasting sweetness with no accompanying dullness. Freed from its sedative grip, she could savor the potent tonic even more.
Hinata tilted her head up, looking for Naruto's face. She let their eyes meet, so he could see the clarity in hers.
"Good girl," he crooned, and the fierce pride in his voice almost made her come undone right there.
Focusing back down on his groin, she began to do her very best to make him forget every blowjob he'd had before this one. She pressed him up tight against her palate as she went down, hollowing her cheeks with strong suction on the way back up. Her tongue slid deliberately against the underside where his head met the root of his foreskin, a spot she'd learned from experience was extra sensitive.
"Oh, baby, that feels amazing," Naruto groaned. "It's never been this good before."
Hinata felt a dizzying rush of feminine satisfaction, but did not allow it to interfere with her rhythm. She kept her pace slow but steady, eager for his load but wanting to extend his pleasure as long as possible. In time, he reached her throat. Hinata hesitated. She wanted to go further (and wow, look how much left there was still to go), but her gag reflex had always been too strong.
"Relax," Naruto murmured, his voice low but clear, rumbling from deep in his chest. She was reminded of just how big and strong and male he was, hearing that voice in her ear while his cock was heavy in her mouth. "You've done it before, you just don't remember. Trust your body to be able to pleasure me. Know that I won't let anyone hurt you, not even yourself and especially not me. Take it slow and let it happen. Be my good girl, honey."
Fears soothed by his confidence, Hinata closed her eyes and pushed forward.
It was a curious experience, feeling her tonsils be forced wide by the thick intrusion. Her air was cut off, but she seemed to be able to last much longer on a breath than she remembered. She kept going, making extra sure her teeth were clear as he thickened near the base. After an eternity and yet in no time at all, her nose was pressed up against the valley at the base of his abdomen. Her eyes drank in the sharp lines of his Adonis belt, marveling at the peaks of his abs, noticing just how cute his belly button was.
Keeping one hand down to support her body, Hinata brought up her palm to stroke her throat. She could clearly feel where his shaft had forced her body wide to make room for him, the throbbing of it barely detectable against her fingers. In her throat, the twitches were like the banging of a gong, each vibration emanating from a spot just behind her heart, almost all the way to her stomach. She had never felt so complete as she did in that moment, her body embracing every bit of his manhood. She tried swallowing, and distinctly heard Naruto whimper.
Her ego swelled further than Naruto's member.
Almost reluctant, despite the steadily louder demands from her lungs for air, Hinata pulled back, releasing him from the grip of her esophagus. When it was just his head in her mouth again, she looked back up. She didn't even feel the need to cough, air flowing smoothly down her recently vacated throat.
His face humbled her, the look of rapture and delight driving home just how much power she had over him in that moment. He was the strongest man she had ever seen, and she had rendered him helpless with the caress of her throat. He could have just rammed himself in, kept the control and used her like a toy. Instead, he had put his faith in her, leaving himself vulnerable for her to do with as she pleased. This was a sex act that focused just on him, giving no significant pleasure to her, and yet his surrender was the most empowering, exhilarating gift he could have given her. He had trusted her with his ship, his food, his secrets, his bed, and now his body. Her, the nobody orphan from a rock at the edge of the galaxy.
Determined to pay him back, she reached up to cup his quad, the weighty orbs almost overflowing her hand. Breathing deep into the bottom of her lungs, pushing her tongue as far as she could through the gap between his hard meat and her bottom lip, she sank down on him to the root.
Naruto shouted, apparently not prepared for the rush of sensation. Pressing down so far her nose smooshed up against his pelvis, Hinata tried to touch her tongue to her fingers or palm. Five seconds later, she pulled back to refresh her oxygen levels, and then did it again. And then again.
Hinata kept at it, fucking herself on Naruto's big cock, milking him with her tight throat and worshipping him with her wet tongue. Naruto was beyond words at that point, shouts and cries that could be mistaken for pain coming out of him with her every move. One of his broad, strong hands came down on her head. Not to guide, but just to give him something to hold on to. She maintained her oral lovemaking despite the weight, enjoying how small she felt beneath his grip.
After long enough for Hinata to conclude that Naruto would never be accused of being 'quick on the draw', her efforts bore fruit. He bellowed like a wild beast, his hips thrusting forward for the first time, pushing up against the cushion of her lips with jerky, thoughtless movements. She felt his quad jump and contract in her hands, and she felt the rush of liquid warmth deep in her stomach. She reached the point she considered 'full' and blew past it, the thick plug in her throat forcing her stomach to get creative. She sensed it expanding, until she could feel the sheets of the bed brushing her belly. Her thighs moved wider, forced to spread by the gravid sphere that was appearing above them. When the throbbing died down in her throat, Hinata slowly pulled back, making sure to suck like she was using a blocked straw. She finally got to the tip, and separated with the sense of leaving a dear new friend.
Hinata swirled the white cream in her mouth, finally tasting Naruto's seed and not just his secretions. It was still just as sweet, but richer and more layered, and thick enough to hold up a spoon. If his precum was like syrup, his real cum was how she'd always imagined ice cream or cake and frosting.
Gulping down her treat, well worth the work to get it, the bloated girl looked up to see why Naruto was so quiet.
The sight took her breath away.
Naruto was glowing. Light emanated from his skin as if he were a bonfire, the brilliant white looking almost solid. It wrapped around him like a cloak, yet it left him nude. Swirls and eddies within the brightness made her think of smoke, twisting and undulating to the whims of an invisible force. It was otherworldly, making the man appear like an angel descended from Heaven, clean and pure and divine, striking against the dull mortal world around him.
Hinata noted all that from the edges of her vision. It was fascinating, but not nearly as captivating as Naruto's face.
His EYES… Hinata had heard of the Big Bang, an explosion of pure energy that had given violent birth to the universe, leaving primordial elements in its wake that had eventually coalesced into stars and planets. Looking into Naruto's eyes was like looking at that, all the light and power and majesty of all that was and ever would be contained within those orbs. They were blinding, the flesh that made them up invisible past the glaring beams of… she couldn't even describe it. The closest she could think of was when she closed her eyes tight and spots appeared in the blackness. It was light and darkness, the two not wrapped around each other but ONE. It was also color, every color of the rainbow and beyond, every color that Hinata had ever imagined and several that were new to her. It was… the essence of everything. It was visual nirvana, the best her eyes could do to translate a glimpse at a higher plane, something she simply could not comprehend. She supposed it looked 'white' if she had to put a name to it, but that was only because the infinite shades bled into each other until all that was left was clear, searing illumination. And yet, each component was still sharply distinct, if she just looked a little closer. It was the sum of its parts, the sum of ALL parts, and yet something distinct in and of itself.
But even that wasn't what Hinata focused on.
It was his smile. Hinata didn't know that expression was even possible. How could a simple rearrangement of facial muscles convey something so deep, so profound, something that needed no words to communicate? She looked at Naruto's face, and she saw CLARITY. She saw someone that, after years of doubt and contemplation, had been shown TRUTH. She saw PEACE, a certainty of exactly what one was and one's place in the world. She saw AWARENESS, ACCEPTANCE, UNDERSTANDING.
Hinata felt like she was watching a blind man who had just been shown the face of God. Or perhaps a god just made aware of his own omnipotence.
She wasn't sure what made her faint, the overwhelming beauty of the scene or the fact she forgot to breathe. All she knew was that one moment she was marveling at a miracle from inches away, and the next she was on her side, a hand gently cupping her face and the most important voice in the world in her ear.
"Hinata? Hinata, honey, wake up. Please wake up. I need you back. I need you here with me."
Hinata forced her eyes open, unable to remember when they'd closed. She looked up and saw Naruto hovering over her. He looked normal again, and for a second she wondered if it had been a dream. But there was a brightness in his eyes, a glimmering shadow of that ephemeral substance. And even though his expression was one of concern, she could swear she saw an echo of that moment of enlightenment, a mark that seeped into every inch of his face like the imprint of a fossil. She'd only met Naruto yesterday, but she could tell that he was now a changed man.
"I'm okay," she mumbled, her mouth feeling oddly numb. In fact, she felt detached from her whole body. She recalled feeling like this once, when she was still barely more than a child. She'd just been raped for the first time, too innocent and unwary to realize what was happening until it was past the point of no return. She had stumbled through the tunnels like a ghost afterwards, feeling like she'd float away with the barest touch. She'd found herself at a fire barrel, someone willing to risk the air purity in exchange for warmth. She'd huddled near it, the other people too tired or apathetic to drive her away. The warmth had given her something to hold on to, something to remind her where her body was. "Shock" one of the vagrants had muttered, casting a knowing look at her. It hadn't been said with sympathy, though, more with anticipation of looting her corpse if she succumbed. She'd held on long enough for her feet to feel the ground again, and then she'd left.
Hinata shook herself out of the memory from her bleak past. Shock, then. No wonder Naruto was worried. He'd probably seen this a lot. He'd been a marine, right? People who got shot went into shock all the time.
"I'm okay," she said again, trying to sit up. She didn't want him to worry, and if she'd survived this back then, she'd survive it now. Besides, the feeling was already seeping back into her limbs. She brushed a hand over her stomach, feeling how round it still was, and felt reassured that she'd be fine. His cum would heal her, was healing her that very moment.
Naruto's hands swept over her, taking over and completing her feeble motions. She found herself leaning back into his chest, his legs pressed against the outside of hers, his chin resting on her crown. His hands were wrapped around her waist, cupping her bump from above and below. Feeling the iron bars of his arms below her breasts and above her hips, his massive hands cradling the sphere of her abdomen, Hinata felt utterly protected. She couldn't see Naruto's face like this, but she was so aware of him behind and around her, she didn't need to. She relaxed against him, sinking into his warm embrace.
"Sorry if I worried you," she mumbled, trying very hard to not fall asleep. Shock was like a concussion, sleeping was bad, right?
She felt a warm touch to her head and heard the soft 'chu' of a kiss. She instantly felt better, just knowing that someone was there to care for her, held her in such high esteem to touch lips to even the non-sexy parts of her.
"I was a bit alarmed, I'll admit. I knew you weren't injured, not really, but it scared me how you didn't wake up right away," he breathed into her ear.
"I was just… unprepared for what I saw," she said delicately, trying to phrase it so he'd know she didn't blame him while trying not to acknowledge there was any blame in the first place.
He chuckled dryly, squeezing her even tighter. "I can only imagine what I looked like, but I know how I felt. I don't think anyone can really prepare for something like that."
"So… it worked? I'm your Matriarch now? You've got your powers?" Hinata asked, eager to move past her moment of weakness and also to see the results of… what she was just going to remember as the 'Bonding Incident'.
She could FEEL Naruto's smile, its presence tangible in the air and the subtle shifts in how he held her. He brought up one of his hands, making a grabbing motion. Her eyes just about popped out of her head when she saw the glass from last night lift up into the air. It floated over from the nightstand to an alcove in the wall, landing underneath a small spout. Hinata saw a button depress, and clear water began to fill the glass. Once it was full, the glass again floated up, in defiance of gravity. It came over to them, wobbling a couple times but not spilling a drop. Naruto caught it from the air and then offered it to her.
*Does that answer your question? *
Hinata was still too weary for sudden movements, which probably saved them from the water soaking them. She'd heard Naruto's voice, clear as a bell, in her head. And yet it hadn't been 'sound', not filtering through her ears from vibrations in the air. It was pure thought, a stream of concepts and ideas that her mind had framed with language out of habit more than any real need.
"Show-off," she muttered, trying to cover her awe with humor. She took a sip from the glass, the water feeling refreshing and much cleaner than any she'd had on Karron. Experimentally, she thought deliberately *So, how does this work? Are you just constantly plugged into my head, or is it more like you're whispering in my ear and can tune in to what I'm muttering under my breath? No one ever told me the rules for mind-reading. *
Naruto laughed, free and clear. She'd never heard him sound so unreserved, not even when he'd been writhing from her touch. "It depends," he said aloud, using the hand that had moved the glass without touching it to rub her temple. "Telepathy can get complicated in the more advanced forms, but the basics are simple. With other psychics, it's just another kind of voice. Most set up a mind-shield, a kind of mental barrier so others can't hear their every thought and they don't pick up every projected thought from those around them. A standard telepathic conversation is like a holo-call, one party asking to be let in and the other granting access. Non-psychics like Konoha can't project a voice. But, if you know what you're doing, you can tap into their minds anyway and hear their stream of thought."
Naruto's hand wandered south, feeling her throat move as she drank more water. Hinata distinctly felt something poke her butt, and fought the urge to snicker. Here he was, giving her the low down on a mythic power he suddenly had that only a select few possessed, and he was getting distracted by her body.
"Are you complaining? It's a nice body, especially with these extra curves," Naruto purred, rubbing a circle around her convex belly.
Hinata felt oddly mortified. "You heard that?"
"As I was about to say, our kind of Telepathy is a little different. For most, distance is a factor; most aren't strong enough to maintain a mental connection further than a few hundred meters. You and I, on the other hand, are bound across the Astral Plane. That's a whole other conversation, but it's basically a parallel dimension made almost entirely of psychic energy. In our case, our minds are linked like two computers by a fiber-optic cable. We could talk to each other from opposite sides of a system if we wanted to. And it's not just thoughts, it's emotions too. Furthermore, we both can only 'hear' what the other is 'broadcasting'. Right now, since you aren't psychic and can't control it, you're broadcasting everything. I thought you wouldn't want to deal with everything in my head as soon as you woke up, so I'm keeping quiet. Except for when I 'showed off'."
Hinata finished her water while Naruto was explaining. In a fit of whimsy, she balanced the glass on the top of her belly. Naruto snorted, then took it and set it on the floor. "If it really bothers you, I'll tune you out and give you privacy. But I'd kind of like it if I could keep listening. It's amazing, hearing your thoughts, seeing the world through your eyes." His grip on her tightened. "Do you want me to kill him?"
Hinata blinked, thrown off by the random question. "Kill who?"
"The fucking piece of shit who forced himself on you when you were only 12," he growled, sounding like a bloodthirsty animal. "It wouldn't be a bother, really. I'd actually enjoy the experience, I think."
Hinata realized with a jerk that he'd been hearing her every thought since she'd woken up. He'd heard about the rape while she was reflecting on her shock.
She couldn't tell whether to be touched Naruto made the offer or alarmed at how eager he sounded to commit homicide. Realizing he was hearing all this, she decided to just think aloud. "It'd be pretty hard to track him down. I didn't really see his face, and it's been years. You'd be better off tracking down and killing every rapist in Karron than narrowing down that specific guy. And while that would certainly clean things up around there, even those good-for-nothing security guards wouldn't turn a blind eye to mass murder. It's not worth the trouble you'd get into. It happened, it sucked, it's behind me." Hinata shamelessly arched her body into Naruto's, thrusting out her chest and bump. "I'd rather focus on building a future with you than cleaning up the past."
His hand cupped her chin and he tilted her head until their eyes met. She was again struck by the subtle but obvious differences since they'd bonded. It was like the Naruto she met yesterday had been dreaming, moving and talking in his sleep, blind to the world around him. Now, he was awake, fresh and clear and hyperaware of his surroundings. He was just MORE now.
His lips twitched, but he kept a somber expression on his face. "I promise you, on my life, that will never happen to you again. Whatever happens with us, whatever life throws our way, NO ONE will ever hurt you like that again."
Hinata felt like her heart was melting like iron in a smelter. Remembering that he could feel it too, she focused on it, letting it fill her up. "Thank you." She felt ice creep up her spine as a thought crossed her mind. "And I promise you'll never be hurt like that ever. I know it seems ridiculous in your case, but I'll watch out for you too."
Naruto's eyes softened, and he leaned down to kiss her deep and slow. She sank into it, offering up everything without hesitation. With his body all but surrounding hers, and his mind laced with hers, she felt completely owned by him. It was the sweetest surrender she'd ever known, sacrificing all control, trusting that he would not abuse it. She had never felt safer than she did right now, completely at his mercy.
He pulled back, his eyes shining with delight and affection, and she somehow knew he felt HONORED by her submission to him. "It's real, Hinata," he breathed, his voice filled with wonder. "I knew it was, but I FEEL it now. It's all there, all the power, I just have to reach out and take it." His gaze turned into one of awe, as if she were the incredible one of the two of them. "I can feel our bond. I see it, right there in my mind. It's different from how it's supposed to be, just like I wanted. You're my equal, not my pet. I can feel YOU, my essence inside you. You're shining like a star. I can feel every part of you, every hurt and flaw, and I can fix it. I can make you PERFECT," he whispered, as if stunned by his own words.
Hinata shivered. "I don't need to be perfect," she told him. "Just make me perfect for you. That's all I want."
He gave her a heartbreakingly sweet smile. He kissed her again, and for a brief second, Hinata felt a FLOOD of amazement, adoration, and bliss. It was gone before she could even attempt to process it, but she realized what it was. It was how Naruto felt, holding her right now. She felt it settle into her bones in that moment, the absolute knowledge that Naruto treasured her. It wasn't quite love, she didn't think, but it soon would be. All she had to do was be willing to receive it. And she would, with the vow to forever strive to be worthy of that priceless gift.
Naruto ended the kiss, grinning down at her fondly. "You have it the other way around, sweetheart. Before I met you, I was like a ghost wandering through the mist. You brought me to life. And I'm not just talking about my powers. You, Hyuuga Hinata, have made my life better for being in it. I'll never be able to repay what you've given me, but I intend to spend the rest of my life trying."
Hinata felt like a balloon about to pop. Surely no person could feel this much joy. "I know it sounds silly, but do you think you waited so long because, somehow, you knew it'd be me?"
Naruto curled over her, rubbing their noses together in an incredibly intimate gesture. "There's a myth, back on Konoha. It says that mankind used to have two heads, four arms, and four legs. The gods looked at them and feared their immense power. So, they split each one in half, that their power would be divided. And from that moment on, each person was cursed to forever be searching for their other half, the one that would make them whole again. Like two jigsaw pieces, looking for the one whose whorls and edges would perfectly match up."
He kissed her forehead and tucked his nose into her hair, breathing deep. "I don't know if that's true. But the man in me feels like he's met his match in the woman in you. No one before you has fit me like you do. It'll be a bit different for us, since I'm an Uzu. We're already complete, but we'll keep on adding other pieces to our puzzle. I just want you to know, however big and twisted and complicated that puzzle gets, it'll have us at its heart. And that's already perfect."
Hinata had never cried like this. There were no heaving sobs, no snot, no burning sensation in her eyes. It was more like she was so incredibly happy, it was just overflowing from her eyes.
"I'll take that as a yes."
Naruto hugged her tight. They cuddled there, two souls brought together by chance… or fate.
"Huh," he huffed, noticing something.
"What?" Hinata asked, too comfortable to look.
"According to the chronometer, it's just over 24 hours since we first met."
The Matriarch sighed into her Uzu's shoulder.
"Best day ever."