The marriage of Naruto Uzumaki, the Hero of Konoha and Hinata Hyuga, former heiress to the Hyuga clan and a skilled shinobi in her own right, was a happy, heartwarming celebration. The great war and battles of the past were forgotten as some of the most influential and important shinobi from Konoha and beyond had journeyed to join the two as they forever cemented their lives together. Shortly after the ceremony was over, the reception was in full swing, as people danced, conversed, and ate to their heart's content in a lavish covered tent nearby one of Konoha's more luxurious hotels.
One such honored guest was A, more commonly known as the Raikage. A formidable figure already given his imposing size as well as the past conflicts between his village and Konoha, his appearance was a surprise to many of the other guests. Wearing his traditional hat of office as well as formal black robes, the only thing that stood out about him personally was his trademark boar's head belt. The gold metal glinted in the bright lights of the tent, while the Raikage sat mostly alone at a table reserved for those guests who were considered highly respected, if not particularly close to the bride and groom. Most of the others had departed, leaving the dark skinned man to sit and sip at his drink by himself, which suited him just fine.
The few conversations he had put up with had been mostly boring pleasantries, the same innocuous questions and polite compliments issued back and forth. Only Kakashi, always a keen-eyed individual, had noticed anything worth commenting on, and that was about his arm-specifically his left arm. Some years ago, A had amputated his arm past above the elbow following a confrontation with Sasuke Uchiha-who was also at the wedding and had wisely avoided so much as making eye contact with the old, grudge-bearing Kage-yet he seemed to have recovered it since then. A had explained, tersely, that Tsunade had used her vast medical-nin skills in conjunction with her protege, Sakura, to craft an incredibly life-like prosthetic for him, one that looked, felt, and moved just like real tissue, even to the point of bleeding.
When Kakashi had asked what, exactly, Tsuande had been given by way of compensation, the Raikage had just chuckled before answering. The two of them, old enemies turned reluctant allies, had a complex relationship, and so all Tsunade had wanted was to get the better of the Raikage at a game of chance and skill they both enjoyed. It was one, he explained, that he was only too happy to let her win from time to time. Convincing the old Senju clanswoman had never been difficult for the wily man from Kumo-after all, they both had something the other wanted, but she couldn't exactly get it anywhere else. At least, not at the same quality.
Now, alone again, the Raikage spent his time taking in the scene around him. Weddings weren't exactly his idea of fun, but they were a great place to meet women, as he'd already learned about an hour or so ago-(what was her name again? She'd been a pretty young blonde, that much he remembered). Still, while there plenty of beautiful specimens at the wedding, all of them viable options for the muscular man. He was more intimidating than handsome, but not unattractive, and his position afforded him both status and an ability to know when to turn on the charm, how to read someone's behavior. Still, even the cunning warrior was surprised when a most unexpected opportunity simply presented itself to him.
Up at the main table, the bride and groom had clearly been enjoying themselves, the former quite a bit moreso. Naruto Uzumaki, a powerful shinobi in his own right, although the Raikage considered him little more than a mighty fool had behaved like many young men on their wedding day. Lots of laughs and smiles, lots of pictures, some dancing with the new Mrs. Uzumaki, along with plenty of congratulatory sake with no more food in his belly than a few bites of wedding cake. As a result, the blond man was currently snoozing in his fine robes, slumped back in his chair, snoring so hard a little bubble could be seen forming at the end of his nose with each breath.
That left Hinata, resplendent in her white kimono, complete with a purple sash that draped across her shoulders, hurrying from the tent. A smirked as he watched, no doubt the doting bride was already all too eager to be a nursemaid for her husband, and was trying to find him something to both wake and sober up. Yes, it was a situation he'd seen plenty of times before, at those times when he could be bothered to go to weddings. Still, the whole thing gave him a rather unique and wicked idea-the sort he had always thought the best to-
Thump!
His table moved around a bit, as though something were scurrying underneath the long white tablecloth. There had been quiet sounds earlier, but they had mostly been drowned out by the music playing, the loud atmosphere of happy wedding guests chatting, and the soft patter of rain from the tent's ceiling. Still, this one was a bit harder to ignore. A made a short sound of disapproval, before he leaned back in his chair to take a look underneath the table.
"Keep it down, would you? I'm trying to think here."
Another reason A had preferred to be left alone this whole time was that he wasn't alone at all. Underneath the table, on her hands and knees and currently choking herself red in the face on his mammoth black cock, was the blonde he'd met earlier. Ino something or other he remembered now, that was her name. All that time she'd been under there, nearly fifty minutes or so, and she'd still barely managed to stuff half of his huge cock down her throat.
Her beautiful pale face was horribly stretched around his cock, jaw pushed so far down it almost looked dislocated, while her shining aquamarine eyes glistened with tears. Her elaborate makeup streaked down her face, mascara making her look a drowned racoon while her lipstick left clear pink smudges along the Raikage's throbbing veiny, ebony cockshaft. Still, for an inexperienced yet slutty blonde bimbo who'd clearly never been with a real man before, half wasn't bad-that meant Ino had nearly fifty centimeters of a cock as thick as one of her shapely thighs stretching her gullet out and leaving a clear bell-shaped bulge psat her elongated, expanded neck, lodged clearly between her full perky breasts. Her cream colored dress was stained with tears and drool that slopped past the tight seal her lips formed around his dick, even as she coughed and gagged pathetically around it, her noises muffled by the sheer weight of his dick-though the vibrations they sent through A's shaft were most enjoyable.
Growing tired of her meager efforts and with a more enticing prize in mind A decided it was time to finish things up. He shrugged and set his glass down on the table after quickly draining the rest of the cool amber liquid.
"That's the problem with you young kunoichi." He muttered, even as he grabbed a hold of Ino's soft blond hair, done up in an elaborate braided hairstyle for the special occasion, now matted with sweat and hanging limply around her reddened, exhausted face. With a firm grip around her skull, A began dragging Ino's face up and down his cock, using her face as nothing more than a masturabtory sleeve to pump his cock into. Ino moaned and squealed, her purple heels clacking off the floor as her legs kicked childishly, stuck in place by the huge cockspearing into her face.
"Always-mmf-biting off more than you can chew. Its a good thing you have someone with experience showing you what-hnnh-to do!"
With a series of grunts and quiet, intense breaths, A began to come right into Ino's pretty little mouth. Her stomach was soon stretched as much, if not more, than her mouth as A's jizz shot forth in massive, smelly, powerful jets. The pungent, virile seed piled up in Ino's stomach like a rising tide, nearly drowning the brainless bimbo as A used her skull as a sperm receptacle. Ino's hands slapped weakly at his muscled, iron-like thighs as her lack of air, the degrading facefuck, and her own slutty submissive nature all drove her over the edge. Her pupils shrunk in her head, leaving her eyes nearly blank whites as her body shook, shuddering itself to an oxygen-starved hands free orgasm that seemed to explode like a firecracker through her body, obliterating her braincells. There was a wet, gushing sound as she squirted in her dress, sounding like she was nearly pissing herself as her issue hit the ground between her thighs.
Holding her in place for the next several minutes until his orgasm finally subsided, A glanced down. Pulling his cock out of her mouth with a heavy thick schlorp, he saw that Ino had passed out, completely overpowered by his cock. Still, he gave an appreciative scent that she'd come herself stupid from the experience-it was all a weak little white girl from Konoha could hope for the outcome to be, really, when faced with superior Kumo cock.
He pushed Ino off the rest of his dick without fanfare and she collapsed in an undignified heap under the table, jizz leaking out of her mouth and nostrils as her hands rested against her swollen baby like a mother cradling her unborn child. Someone would find her sooner or later, maybe that skinny sissy boy he'd seen her with earlier-Tai? Either way, she wasn't his concern anymore. Not when he had his eyes set on another, even more attractive little Konoha piece of ass.
Barely pausing to button his pants, A strode out of the tent, enjoying that anyone who found themselves in his path quickly moved out of the way. His suit barely looked rumpled, though his cock was only slightly softened even after that massive comeload. As old and as endowed as he was, the Raikage had learned how to hide his cock-when he wasn't trying to impress some hot slut with the sight of his bulge, that was. Speaking of such a thing...there was a blushing bride he had to give a wedding present to. With how gorgeously stacked she was, tits nearly straining through her modestly cut wedding kimono, how could he resist?
Finding her outside, the Raikage wasted no time in sidling up to her, surprising Hinata with the rudeness of his appearance. Like a lot of young people who had never seen him in action, she was shocked that the monstrously big man could move so quickly.
"Ah, Hinata! Or should I say, Mrs. Uzumaki-san. I was hoping to speak with you." Hinata was only just making her way back to the tent, apparently having fetched something from the hotel.
"Oh! Uh...Raikage-sama, I didn't expect to see you here. Well that is...I mean, I'm glad you could make it to our special day." Hinata's voice was a little shaky, as A could tell he was making her nervous. He wasn't surprised, aside from his usual intimidating presence, there was the simple physical difference between them.
A short woman even in her high heels, Hinata was roughly a foot and a half shorter than the barrel-chested, broad shouldered Raikage, though her diminutive nature was hardly the most notable thing about her. While her face was lovely, in a delicate way with gentle features and the characteristic Byakugan eyes of her clan, and hair was both elegant and alluring what was most enticing about Hinata was her curvaceous, simply stacked and thick body. With a slender stomach and toned arms and legs born of practice, her enormous breasts were simply a genetic godsend each and of themselves, perhaps the most perfect pair even an old and well traveled man like the Raikage had ever seen. Each one was twice the size of her head, wide enough to strain at her dress with every soft dress she took, and big enough to be seen by someone standing behind her.
"Of course, I wouldn't miss it. Though I was surprised to receive an invitation at all." The Raikage replied, his voice rich and low, almost mesmerizing. Hinata certainly seemed entranced, her jittery eyes locked onto his own.
Probably the only thing as impressive as Hinata's huge tits, and likely the only thing that kept her from simply toppling over was her massive backside. Her ass stuck out behind her like a wobbling shelf, putting her wedding kimono to the test and forcing Hinata to take small, short measured steps at all times lest her ass shake and sway from side to side like a stripper trying to give customers a free show. Even in the lands of Kumo, A had scarcely seen a fatter, thicker booty and on a pale, soft looking girl like Hinata he found it all the more enticing.
"I wasn't sure if you'd like this sort of thing really. I'm not sure how you people do things, after all." Hinata said, still clearly on her backfoot but trying to play the part of a happy hostess.
"My people? What do you mean, Hinata-san? You mean, from Kumo? Us...black people, that is?" A wasn't surprised by her attitude-the villages weren't exactly known for their history of positive relations and cultural intermingling after all. On top of that, everything he'd found out about the Hyuuga clan with his extensive network of agents suggested that for most of her life, Hinata had lived a very sheltered life with her father, who was quite a piece of work. The elder Hyuuga's experience in the Third Shinobi War, as well as his later lifetime with such conflicts as the Konoha Crush, had left him rather xenophobic, an outlook he'd passed to his daughter, however oblivious she seemed about it.
"Yes, that's what I meant! I mean...I know you have weddings and all, I just assumed you would do things a little differently than we do in Konoha, that's all. Eh, meaning no offense of course, Raikage-sama. I saw you earlier, dancing with Ino-san, you move rather gracefully for a big black thug." Hinata suddenly gasped, as if only now realizing what she'd said. She clapped one hand to her mouth, blushing bright red.
"Eh...that is, I don't mean to say...only, that is what my father used to say. Please, forgive me." Hinata bowed low, hair dripping from her dark hair. Her arched back only presented her fat ass more obviously, as though she were a prize female waiting to be bred-the rain made the entire garment cling to her body and highlight her curves even more than usual.
A waved off her concerns, having heard far worse in his life, and knowing a clear conversational advantage when one was handed to him. Before she fully straightened up, though, he did take the opportunity to help himself to an eyeful of Hinata's magnificent ass and her mouth-watering cleavage visible through her kimono, which was growing more sheer by the second.
"Oh, well I suppose you must be right. We do have our own unique way of doing things in Kumogakure, some of them might take you by surprise, given your rather sheltered upbringing." A's expression was as neutral as usual, but he managed to pack quite a bit of condescension with his usual intimidation-people who considered themselves sophisticated like those from Konoha found it extra galling to be talked down to by some "black thug", as many thought of him. But A had yet to meet someone who'd actually been willing to challenge him on it.
"But your friend, Ino-kun, was rather more open-minded. She'd said she'd always wanted to get more knowledge of Kumo culture from a...first-hand perspective, if you take my meaning." Hinata seemed a little slow to pick up on innuendos and the like, but that only further piqued A's interest...something told him this sheltered flower would prove to be far more entertaining than her dumb blonde friend.
Hinata nodded eagerly, her head bobbing foolishly even as her tits shook from the suddenness of her movement. She was glad that the Raikage didn't seem offended by her words and so quick to latch onto his tone.
"Yes, I think I know what you mean. Ino had sometimes told me she always wanted to see what if it was true what women would say about blacks such as yourself. Oh! I mean, not that you're a nig-I just, that was what Ino would say...though perhaps I shouldn't have shared that." Hinata blushed even deeper than before, stammering like an idiot.
A crossed his arms, looking like he'd had just about enough of her slow-witted "slip-ups." Though to be fair, Ino had said as much to him in the few minutes of conversation they'd had before he'd plugged her throat with his cock. He found her moans and gags to be far more enjoyable than her amateurish, cliched attempts at flattery.
"Well, I could certainly hope you don't speak like that to all your guests from Kumo, Hinata." Using her first name got some of the Raikage's displeasure across, his voice low and rumbling. Just as quickly, he softened, knowing that he had Hinata right where he wanted her-or would, soon. A stroked his mustache as he sized her up, appearing both sagely and demonic at the same time, his light hair in stark contrast to his dark skin, especially in the overcast rainy night.
"You wouldn't want to cause a scene at your wedding after all, would you?" The Raikage drew closer, casting a shadow across her body with his looming form. This close, the difference in their size was almost comical-the Raikage was broader than Hinata nearly twice over, and outweighed her by well more than a hundred pounds, making it obvious that he could break her in half if he wanted. Furthermore, Hinata realized that, standing away from the lit-up tent as they were, no one would be able to see her from behind the Raikage's massive bulk.
"Uh...no, no of course not. I am sorry," Hinata sounded genuine, her eyes shining with emotion.
"Perhaps I could make it up to you in some way?" She gave him a small smile, her expression cute in a youthful way that contrasted with the Raikage's older, glowering face. Such a cute young look only turned him on more, and had he been anywhere else, A would have dispensed with the pleasantries and bent this stacked young bitch over and fucked her brains out right then and there.
"Well, maybe I should apologize as well. After all, I know how stressful a wedding day can be for a young bridge. I tell you what, why don't we head up to your honeymoon suite, and I can give you my wedding present in person?" He smiled with a hint of warmth, which was a lot more than he usually showed, drawing closer to Hinata and seeming to surround her with his sheer, overwhelming presence and aura.
Hinata looked confused, an expression she wore often which did little to dampen her beauty. She whispered, barely loud enough for A to hear, as though she were talking to herself. "Eh...the suite? You and I...eh, but father always said going anywhere alone with a black was asking for trouble, especially for a white woman."
A glowered at her again, and there was suddenly a smell of burnt ozone in the air between them, like the air right before a thunderstrike. Sparks seemed to flash across his eyes just for a moment, and Hinata actually squeaked like a mouse, caught off guard by his sudden intensity. She realized just how small and lacking in significance she was compared to the Raikage, and Hinata was surprised at how much she actually liked that strange feeling.
"What was that?" He said dangerously.
Hinata shook her head, rain droplets flying from the end of her hair. "Oh, I meant, eh, I would be only too happy to accept your gift, Raikage-sama. Only, does it have to be in the hotel suite? That is, I'm sure everyone would like to see what you have to give me-to see my happy face as I take all that you have to give!"
A chuckled at that, though Hinata wasn't sure what was funny. "You're not wrong, but my gift is a bit more private in nature, something very near and dear to me. It's also something a surprise, and I'm sure you wouldn't want to share it with anyone else until you'd gotten to fully experience it for yourself. So please, lead the way. I insist."
There didn't seem to be anything else to say to that, at least not that Hinata could think of, and her resistance seemed to crumble like a sand-castle. She bowed once more, her hands clasped together, unthinkingly tightening her sash around her body-showing off her trim waist just above her thick, child-bearing hips.
"Hai, Raikage-sama. Of course." In the face of such a bold, thuggish proposition, what more could Hinata do? She turned and started walking towards the hotel, aware that the Raikage was practically hovering beside her-she could feel the heat from his body radiating outward. She'd only been in the suite for a little while earlier that morning while she got ready, and Naruto probably hadn't set foot in it at all. And now she was going to be showing the Raikage, this scary, monstrous man to it all by herself.
They'd gotten only just inside the hotel and into the elevator before Hinata found it in herself to speak again.
"Eh...I was surprised to see that you came by yourself, Raikage-sama. I thought perhaps one of your trusted kunoichi from Kumo might have accompanied you, as a sign of-oooh!"
Smack!