Disclaimer: I do not own any of the content following this statement. All titles, names, and plots are owned by Masashi Kishimoto, and may he never get a good night's sleep for what he did.

Author's Note: been a while, life got in the way of my writing and if it wasn't for that timely PM I would have forgotten to update this story. This chapter contains the lemon requested, if that is not your thing you can just scroll past.

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Home is where the Monster lives

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"It was amazing, I swear!" Naruto yelled excitedly as they hopped from tree to tree. "I've never trained this hard before!"

Glad you had a blast last night," Ino replied, making a valiant effort to hide any irritation in her voice after the way it had ended with him on the beach.

"Was training with Killer B really that different?" Sakura chimed in on his other side as they weaved through the forest. Jiraiya had zoomed ahead with Hinata, deep in conversation about her sword training. That morning, the old pervert had woken them up before sunrise, pounding on their door and insisting they leave before the crack of dawn. It wasn't as hectic as their mad dash to the city, but it came pretty close.

"You guys don't get it. Training with the fox's power, I didn't have to worry about hurting anyone. It was better than... SEX!" Naruto blurted out without thinking. Both girls shot him incredulous glares, not comprehending just how alluring Fox Chakra could be. Was this somehow different from their husbands, or had they been keeping this aspect of their power secret from them?

"Naruto! Don't say things like that." Sakura snapped, her voice lowered to prevent it from carrying. But seeing Ino's presence over his shoulder, she knew that the blonde was about to say something.

"What do you mean, Sakura-chan? It was the best training ever!" Naruto continued, brimming with enthusiasm. His passionate words echoed through the forest, and he didn't even bother to glance at his pink-haired lover. His mind was consumed by the exhilaration of being unrestrained for the first time in his life.

"I think it's fantastic. Maybe you could show me what the fox can do... you know, in private," Ino suggested, her eyes fixed more on Sakura than on Naruto, waiting for her reaction. And she certainly wasn't disappointed.

Sakura's face turned a shade of red that would have put a ripe tomato to shame. She was now torn between giving Naruto a piece of her mind and throttling Ino for her shameless comments. It seemed that their day of training had taken an unexpected turn into a rather awkward, territory.

Sakura's eyes widened, a mix of disbelief and indignation washing over her. She moved in closer to Naruto, her voice hushed to ensure their conversation remained private but loaded with intensity.

"Naruto," she hissed, "how could you say something like that?" She shot a pointed glare in Ino's direction, making it clear that the blonde bombshell had a knack for pushing her buttons.

Naruto, still caught up in his enthusiasm, seemed oblivious to the brewing storm. "What do you mean, Sakura-chan? It really was the training of a lifetime!" he exclaimed, his words carrying through the forest like a battle cry. He didn't even bother to glance at his pink-haired lover, as his head was still spinning with the exhilaration of finally cutting loose.

Ino, ever the provocateur, couldn't resist adding more fuel to the fire. "Well, Naruto," she purred a mischievous twinkle in her eye, "maybe you could give me a little demonstration sometime. You know, just between us."

Sakura was now absolutely livid. Her usually calm and collected demeanor had crumbled under the weight of Naruto's unintentional bluntness and Ino's relentless flirting. She clenched her fists so tightly that her knuckles turned white, trying to contain her rising anger.

"Naruto Uzumaki!" Sakura seethed, her voice trembling with a potent mix of shame and rage. "I can't believe you'd say something so... so utterly clueless!" Her accusatory gaze locked onto Ino, whose playfulness had sparked this escalating confrontation.

Ino, realizing that she might have pushed the envelope a bit too far, raised her hands defensively. "Sakura, I mean if you can't compete..."

But Sakura cut her off, her words sharp as kunai. "Oh, don't even try, Ino Yamanaka! You always take things too far."

Naruto, finally sensing the storm that had been brewing, turned to Sakura with a puzzled expression. "Sakura-chan, what's the matter?"

Sakura took a deep breath, trying to regain some semblance of composure. "What's the matter, you ask?" she replied through gritted teeth. "I'll tell you what's the matter. It's the fact that you can't differentiate between your training and... and sex!"

Ino, looking somewhat chagrined, chimed in again, "Sakura, Naruto didn't mean all sex only with..."

Sakura didn't let her finish this time. "Ino, stay out of this!" Her voice was now a dangerous whisper. "Naruto, sometimes I wonder if you even have a filter. We're supposed to be focused on our mission, not talking about... about intimate experiences in the middle of the forest!"

Naruto, starting to grasp the tone of the situation, rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. "Uh, sorry, Sakura-chan. I didn't realize it would upset you so much, I mean Ino doesn't care.", he added with a shrug at least as much of one while jumping through the top of trees

"Ya Sakura, I don't care. After all, he isn't talking about me.", said Ino sticking her tongue out at Sakura behind Naruto's back.

Naruto, still oblivious to the growing tension between the two women, continued leaping from tree to tree, blissfully unaware of the verbal war about to erupt.

Sakura's eyes narrowed into twin emerald daggers. She couldn't believe Ino's audacity. "Ino Yamanaka," she seethed, "you're unbelievable! Always ready with a flirtatious remark, aren't you?"

Ino, undeterred, shot back with a devilish grin, "Oh, come on, Sakura. Lighten up a bit. Naruto was just being honest. About YOU."

Sakura's temper flared like a wildfire. "Honest? Ino, you're encouraging his... his insensitivity! This isn't some locker room!"

Ino tilted her head and batted her eyelashes playfully. "Well, it wouldn't hurt you to loosen up a little, you know."

Sakura's voice dropped to a dangerous whisper. "You have no idea what you're getting into, Ino. This is between Naruto and me. Stay out of it."

Ino's chuckle was like the snap of a dry twig in the forest. "Oh, Sakura, I can't help it if Naruto finds me more... approachable or is that flexible?." She playfully blew an air kiss at Sakura as they both fell back, allowing Naruto to move ahead.

But Sakura had had enough. Her face flushed with anger, and she clenched her fists so tightly that her knuckles turned white. "You think you can just flirt your way into everything, don't you, Ino? Well, not this time!"

Ino slowed down deliberately, a sly grin dancing on her lips. "It's not like I had to force myself on him, like some people I know," she retorted, emphasizing the last part, and she let Naruto get farther and farther ahead.

Sakura's patience snapped like a brittle branch. "You little... bitch!" She couldn't hold back anymore. With a primal yell, she launched herself at Ino as they approached the next tree.

Their fight erupted into a whirlwind of punches, kicks, and hair-pulling. Leaves and twigs scattered around them as they tumbled through the canopy, neither willing to back down. Naruto, blissfully unaware and far ahead now, continued leaping from tree to tree, oblivious to the catfight that had ignited behind him. The forest bore witness to the clash of two fierce kunoichi, their rivalry reaching new heights amidst the branches and leaves.

As Naruto landed gracefully beside Jiraiya and Hinata, they halted at a small river to refill their water bottles. Hinata surveyed their surroundings and inquired, "Where are Sakura and Ino?" Her curiosity led her to activate her Byakugan, and she promptly spotted the two kunoichi rolling around on the ground, each determined to gain the upper hand in their impromptu fight.

Naruto, not sure how to answer, turned to Hinata, expecting some concern or surprise. However, she simply shook her head and said, "Oh, I see, never mind," before reaching for Naruto's water bottle and bending over to fill it with water, all the while ensuring that he was watching her. As she bent over to fill it with water from the river, her outfit, consisting of a cropped top and short shorts, showcased her figure, and Naruto couldn't help but find his gaze drawn to her. Time seemed to slow as he found himself staring at her, particularly her behind, while she took her time filling the bottle swaying back and forth.

As he watched the mesmerizing view, laughter reached Naruto's ears once more. He turned to see Jiraiya, the notorious old pervert, chuckling heartily as he scribbled something in his little red notebook.

"What's so funny?" Naruto inquired, his gaze darting between Hinata and Jiraiya.

Jiraiya chuckled again, then snapped his notebook closed and placed it back into his pocket. "Oh, my dear boy, someday you'll learn," he remarked cryptically. "But for now, let's get a move on."

Naruto couldn't shake the feeling that he had just walked into another one of Jiraiya's peculiar life lessons. His mind buzzed with confusion, his gaze flitting between his mentor and Hinata, who had smoothly filled his water bottle and handed it back to him with a smile. With a perplexed expression, he followed the pair as they resumed their journey through the forest.

Meanwhile, Sakura and Ino, caught in the heat of their battle, continued to roll on the ground, trading blows and verbal barbs. The forest seemed to echo with their clashing wills.

As they grappled, Sakura with a hand full of blonde hair managed to gasp out, "Ino, this isn't the way to settle this!"

Ino, her voice strained as she moved to put Sakura in a chock hold, retorted, "Well, how else are we supposed to decide who's better for Naruto?"

Their struggle was fierce, but as fatigue set in, they gradually separated, each breathing heavily but not willing to back down.

Sakura spoke first, "Ino, maybe we'll never agree on this. But we can't let it ruin our mission."

Ino nodded reluctantly, her competitive spirit still smoldering. "Fine, Sakura. But don't think this is over."

With a grudging truce, they pulled themselves to their feet, their clothes torn and tattered from their intense battle. In fact, their outfits looked as if they had been through a battlefield with the Akatsuki, ripped and stained in multiple places.

Ino couldn't resist a mocking comment, a sly grin forming on her lips as she surveyed Sakura's torn dress. "That's a nice look for you. You should keep it."

Sakura shot a glance down at herself, her dress was torn up the side, leaving her leg and side fully exposed. Sakura shot back, her voice dripping with sarcasm, "Well, it's better than what you're currently wearing," and pointed at Ino, who had lost her top during their fight. Ino now stood there in a very lacy black bra and mini-shirt, covered in mud and leaves.

The tension between them remained as they followed their teammates through the forest, a silent reminder of their unresolved conflict.

"Stop whining, it was your idea to let Naruto carry our packs.", said Sakura following her through the forest still whipping mud off her legs. Knowing they would have to ask Naruto for their bags to get a change of clothes.

Later that day, as Naruto helped set up Hinata's tent in a small clearing they had discovered, Sakura and Ino emerged from the forest. Naruto froze in surprise at their disheveled appearance, but before he could ask what had transpired, Hinata burst into laughter.

"Next time you two decide to go at it, at least tell us so we can watch," she remarked, holding her stomach as she continued to chuckle. Sakura, clearly still annoyed, stormed over to Naruto and, with a huff, picked up both of their packs. She tossed Ino's pack to her before moving off to set up her own tent and clean up.

Naruto was left utterly bewildered. "What happened to them?" he wondered aloud.

Hinata, a mischievous glint in her eye, leaned in closer to Naruto. "You know, those two are crazy. Maybe you should consider finding a real woman in your life."

Naruto blinked, unsure of how to respond as Hinata just looked him in the eye and smiled before turning away. Little did he know, Hinata's plan was advancing, and he was going to find out sooner than later what she meant by that. The forest held its breath, watching and waiting to see how this would play out.

"Hinata, come with me, we have some daylight left for some sword training," Jiraiya said as he headed off into the forest, with Hinata following closely behind. Left alone, Naruto began to build a small fire. As the day faded into evening, Ino approached him. She had changed into a pair of shorts and a tied-up t-shirt, revealing a good part of her midriff.

Before Naruto had a chance to say anything, Sakura walked over. She was dressed in a matching set of red shorts and a top with her clan symbol on the back. Seeing Ino's outfit, Sakura huffed and mimicked her by tying up her shirt to match Ino's.

Naruto, feeling a bit uneasy about the tension in the air, asked, "You guys okay?" He wasn't sure if he should attempt to diffuse the situation or if it would be wiser to chase after Jiraiya.

Sakura cut to the chase, her gaze fixed on Naruto over the fire. "Did you mean it?"

"Mean what?" Naruto replied, completely clueless about what was going on.

"What Sakura is trying to say," Ino chimed in, "is who is better, me or her?"

"Ino-pig, that's not what I was going to say, and you know it," Sakura turned on Ino in a flash as she shot back.

"I meant when you said that training with Killer B was better than... you know... S.E.X."

Ino burst into laughter, watching Naruto spell it out in his head before he blushed and stammered, "I didn't mean it that way, Dattebayo! That's like comparing Ramen, you know how many types of Ramen there are?"

The look on Sakura's face had Ino laughing even harder as she tried to figure out what Naruto was talking about. Ino then said, "Leave him alone, Sakura. At least you're on the list. Who cares if it's above or below Training and Ramen." Turning to Naruto, she added, "And for the record, I prefer it from below."

Naruto's jaw remained dropped in disbelief at Ino's comment, and Sakura's frustrated scream echoed through the forest as she stormed off. He couldn't help but think, 'Hinata may be right, they are both crazy.' He sat there, contemplating how to escape this bizarre situation, when Jiraiya returned with an exhausted Hinata slung over his shoulder.

Setting Hinata down gently, Jiraiya instructed, "Here, get your little friend in her tent. She really went all out back there."

Naruto nodded, still somewhat dazed by the recent events. With Ino's help, he carefully placed Hinata in her sleeping bag in her tent. As they did so, Jiraiya pulled out his notebook and began writing furiously, apparently finding inspiration in the day's events.

Once Hinata was settled, Naruto stepped out of the tent, his mind still reeling from the craziness of the day. The mission to save the village had taken an unexpected turn

he was not sure how to deal with it, and he couldn't help but wonder what other surprises awaited him before they had to confront the demon in the portal.

As the moon rose, casting its silvery glow over the camp, Naruto's snoring filled the night air. Amidst this symphony of nocturnal sounds, a quiet voice emerged from within one of the tents.

"Ino?" Sakura spoke softly, her voice barely audible through the fabric walls that separated them, aware that Ino had pitched her tent nearby.

"What?" Ino's response came promptly, carrying the same restlessness that seemed to afflict both of them.

Sakura sighed, her words tinged with a sense of reflection. "I want to apologize. I know I should have a better handle on my emotions at my age, but being back in a teenager's body, these raging hormones are clouding my judgment."

Ino's voice held a similar note of remorse. "Yeah, I'm sorry too. I've been wrestling with the same thing. My mind says one thing, but my actions end up being completely different."

As the moon above bore witness to their silent exchange, they couldn't help but reflect on the tangled web of emotions that had entwined them.

They both loved Naruto, but it was a Naruto of their past, not the one they knew in the present. The memories they recalled were of a time yet to come, or perhaps a time that might never be. They needed to come to grips with the uncertain future that lay ahead, one that hinged on their ability to confront and ultimately defeat the monstrous threat they faced.

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"So, how is the training going?" Naruto asked as he kept pace beside Hinata. He had intentionally avoided Sakura and Ino that morning, choosing instead to accompany Hinata, who seemed more than willing to have him with her.

"It's hard," Hinata replied, her voice reflecting her exhaustion. "I used all my chakra yesterday. I don't even know how I got back to my tent."

Naruto nodded in understanding, his concern evident. "Jiraiya dropped you off at the camp, so Ino and I helped you into your tent," he explained, not thinking much of it, as Ino had often assisted Hinata.

Hinata hesitated, her cheeks turning a faint shade of pink as she carefully asked, "So, you didn't see anything?" In truth, she had hoped that Naruto had been the one to help her undress.

Naruto, still unaware of the situation, responded, "No, not really. Ino did most of the work once I got you inside. Why, are you okay?" He wondered if she had injured herself during training, similar to his own experiences.

Hinata let out a quiet sigh of frustration, realizing that Naruto remained oblivious to her intentions. "No, it's nothing," she replied, inwardly cursing Ino for getting in the way of her plans. She was running out of time and would have to take a more direct approach if he didn't make a move.

Alright, boys and girls, let's take a break here!" Jiraiya's voice echoed through the forest as they touched down at the edge of a river, marking the halfway point to the Hidden Leaf Village.

They settled by the riverbank, sharing dried meats as they caught their breath. Jiraiya turned to face the group, his hand firmly on the jug that held the Sword of Totsuka. "I'll cross the river and practice with the sword. This way, you can witness its effects and learn to adapt to the environment where it's used."

With those words, Jiraiya dashed across the water's surface, effortlessly gliding to the other side. The river spanned a hundred yards, but his bright red overcoat made him easily visible against the natural backdrop.

Once he reached the far bank, Jiraiya drew the sword's handle with a flourish. What followed was a mesmerizing display of the Sword of Totsuka's unique capabilities. It materialized as a swirling, ever-changing cloud of water, altering its form with every movement of Jiraiya's skilled hands. The sword seemed to bend to his will, transforming into different shapes and sizes with each graceful maneuver.

As the group gathered by the riverbank, their eyes fixed on the legendary Sword of Totsuka, which Jiraiya wielded with an air of reverence. Jiraiya, the master of his craft, stood tall in his bright red overcoat holding the sword over his head.

With a graceful flourish, Jiraiya drew the sword downwards cutting into the river itself but leaving no mark but some floating fish flowing downstream. The ethereal weapon took a new form before their eyes, appearing like a long sword, its surface shimmering with an otherworldly allure. This was the Sword of Totsuka in action, a legendary artifact known for its sealing abilities but doing no damage to the world around him.

Jiraiya's skilled hands moved in a mesmerizing dance as he demonstrated the sword's power. With every strike and movement, the sword transformed, its shape-shifting like a cloud of water. It seemed to respond to Jiraiya's will, altering its form with each fluid motion.

As the sword changed shape, the group watched in awe, captivated by the weapon's ethereal beauty and the mastery with which Jiraiya controlled it. The Sword of Totsuka was a force to be reckoned with, and in the hands of a sage like Jiraiya, it was a testament to the depths of his knowledge and skill.

As Jiraiya approached the tree line, the Sword of Totsuka in his hand came to life. With each sweeping motion, the massive oaks on the riverbank remained untouched. It was as if the ethereal blade had no effect on the solid world around them.

Jiraiya paused, delivering a lesson that resonated in the stillness of the moment. "This is the essential lesson," he began, his gaze fixed on the sword's blade. "The sword doesn't cut anything in this realm except for the souls it touches."

His words emphasized the Sword of Totsuka's unique and mystical nature. It was a weapon of profound power, capable of sealing away the essence of a living being while leaving the physical world untouched. Jiraiya's demonstration served as a powerful reminder of the sword's capabilities and the responsibility that came with wielding such an extraordinary artifact.

"Now, Hinata, come here, and let's do some training," Jiraiya called out, his voice carrying a tone of unwavering purpose. "If you're all going to be a team, you have to learn to fight like a team. But first, you need to understand what and who you are fighting with."

Hinata nodded, her commitment mirrored in her pale eyes as she approached Jiraiya. He gently placed the Sword of Totsuka back into its jug, and with a fluid motion, he left it in her capable hands. Then, in a display of agility and mastery, Jiraiya leaped away, putting distance between himself and the mystical weapon's range.

The training was about to begin, and as Hinata stood there with the legendary sword in her grip, she knew that this moment marked a crucial step in her journey toward becoming a formidable fighter.

Hinata gripped the Sword of Totsuka with a mixture of anticipation and anxiety. Jiraiya's training showed her the weight of the legendary weapon felt heavier than the expectations placed upon her. She raised the sword, its ethereal blade gleaming with an otherworldly light, and took a tentative step forward.

Her first swing was clumsy and uncoordinated. The sword's fluidity seemed alien to her still, and she almost lost her balance. Her heart sank as she realized the monumental challenge ahead.

But Hinata was not one to back down. She steeled her resolve, banishing doubt from her mind, and tried again. And again. Each attempt was met with imperfection, but she persisted. She had watched Jiraiya's movements from afar, and now trying to emulate his grace and precision.

Hours passed, and her body ached with fatigue as she focused more chakra into the blade. She refused to yield to her limitations. With each failure, she found a sliver of redemption. She learned to move with the sword, to anticipate its ethereal shifts, and to harmonize her chakra with its enigmatic nature.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows over the riverbank, Hinata's movements became more fluid. She was beginning to grasp the sword's essence, to wield it with a semblance of skill. It was a moment of redemption after countless failures.

But her journey was far from over. As the training continued her chakra dwindled. Each swing of the sword became more laborious, her movements slower. She had pushed herself to the brink, and the Sword of Totsuka demanded every ounce of her chakra to control.

In the end, drained and exhausted, Hinata collapsed to her knees. She had come close, but mastery of the legendary sword still eluded her.

Naruto leaped to his feet, clapping like a madman. "Yeah, Hinata, that was awesome! You did great, didn't she?" He turned to the other girls, who were now standing at his side, and they too joined in the applause.

"I wouldn't believe it if I hadn't seen it," Ino remarked, acknowledging the sheer amount of chakra it took to even pull the sword free from its jug.

"I know, she's incredible," Sakura chimed in, her admiration evident. In her heart of hearts, she knew that she only had enough chakra for maybe one swing of the sword, even with her perfect control.

Hinata blushed at the praise, her exhaustion momentarily forgotten in the warmth of their encouragement. She carefully pushed the blade of the Sword of Totsuka back into its jug and then, with a contented smile, fell back onto the sandy bank of the river.

"Come on over, we'll camp here for the night," Jiraiya announced, grinning ear to ear at the remarkable progress Hinata had made. The creatures of the cave they were going to face would not be holding back, and if he were to fall in battle, this young girl would be the only one capable of taking his place.

The team gathered around, setting up camp as the night sky stretched overhead, dotted with stars that bore witness to their journey.

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Lying in his tent, staring up into the blackness with the sounds of the night echoing outside, Naruto couldn't sleep. After watching Hinata train alone for hours while they all just sat around, it really bothered him. He felt like he needed to do something, anything to prove that he could help. But the sword was too dangerous to be near. One touch of the blade, meant death, as they had found no way to remove the genjutsu to bring you back. The Sword of Totsuka was truly a one-way trip to a slow death as the mind was trapped and the body died.

"I can't just lay here anymore," Naruto muttered to himself as he crawled out of his tent and stood up, surveying the quiet campsite. The soft sounds of his companions sleeping reached his ears as he gazed at the moon, playing hide-and-seek behind the drifting clouds. Its intermittent glow cast an ethereal light over the camp before vanishing once more behind a passing cloud.

Not wanting to wake anyone, he headed upriver to find a place to vent some of his pent-up energy. Breaking into a jog, he knew he would need to get a good distance away if he planned on doing any moonlit training without disturbing his companions. As he moved through the night, an overwhelming frustration gnawed at him, making his steps heavier and a hint of self-doubt crawl into his thoughts. Training alone at night wasn't the best plan, but it was the only one he could think of given his state of mind.

Amidst the moon's occasional gentle caress, Naruto continued to follow the river's meandering course. As he ventured deeper into the tranquil night, an unexpected symphony of graceful movements unfolded before him. The splashing sounds had drawn him closer to the riverbank, where he concealed himself amidst the underbrush.

In the intermittent moonlight, he discerned a shadowy figure. This presence executed a mesmerizing dance upon the water's surface, seemingly in communion with the river's rhythm. The figure spun effortlessly on one foot, arms outstretched like ethereal wings. One leg ascended, extending above their head, creating a striking silhouette against the moonlit backdrop. Dropping down they seemed to pull the droplets of water up with them as they stood on their toes and spun making the water follow them as a partner in the dance.

The dancer's every movement exuded a captivating blend of precision and fluidity. Her lithe form seemed to defy gravity, each leap a brushstroke upon the canvas of the night. With every graceful pirouette, a sense of harmony enveloped Naruto, leaving him entranced by the enchanting spectacle that had materialized before him.

With a final flourish, the figure leaped high into the air, pulling the water up with her. She balanced delicately on her toes atop a column of water, using it as a pole to execute a mesmerizing spin before descending gracefully to the river's surface. The column of water collapsed, vanishing without a trace.

As the moon emerged from behind a cloud, Naruto could now clearly see the figure approaching him. It was Hinata, her form glistening from the river's embrace, her nakedness accentuated by the moon's soft glow. She walked confidently towards the pile of clothes, her gaze locking with Naruto's, and at that moment, the world seemed to hold its breath.

Hinata stood there, bathed in the moon's gentle radiance, a vision of ethereal beauty. Her alabaster skin seemed to shimmer with an otherworldly glow, accentuating the delicate contours of her form. Every curve and line of her body was a testament to grace and femininity.

Her long, ebony hair cascaded down her back like a silken waterfall, framing her face with soft, obsidian tendrils. Her eyes, pale like the silvery moon itself, held a depth of emotion that seemed to reach into Naruto's very soul. They sparkled with a mix of vulnerability and determination.

Hinata's slender neck led down to shoulders that bore the subtle strength of a warrior, yet retained an air of elegance. Her chest rose and fell with the rhythm of her breath, a testament to her vitality and life force. A slender waist accentuated her hourglass figure, and her hips gently flared, giving way to long, shapely legs.

Standing there in all her naked glory, Hinata exuded a quiet confidence that was both alluring and disarming. She was a celestial being, a goddess of the night, and Naruto couldn't help but be captivated by her presence.

Naruto, captivated by the ethereal beauty before him, felt a strange mix of emotions. Hinata's eyes, framed by long, damp lashes, held a serene confidence that seemed to wash away any hesitation. With a subtle, inviting smile, she raised her delicate hand, beckoning him closer.

Like a love-drunk fool, Naruto stumbled out of the bushes, his heart pounding in his chest, and walked over to stand before Hinata in all her glory. Hinata's radiant smile never wavered as Naruto stood there, captivated by her presence. The moonlight glistened on the droplets of water that adorned her flawless skin, making her appear almost ethereal.

For a moment, they simply gazed into each other's eyes, the world around them fading into insignificance. It was a moment of raw, unspoken connection, a deep understanding that transcended words.

Then, with a soft and inviting voice, Hinata said, "Naruto, you've been watching me train, haven't you?" Her eyes held a mixture of curiosity and warmth, joy filled her as her plan was working.

Naruto, feeling a rush of emotions, nodded, unable to tear his gaze away from her.

Naruto stammered, his gaze still fixed on Hinata's eyes, which seemed to hold the secrets of the universe. "Sorry," he finally managed to say, his voice filled with sincerity. "I didn't mean to intrude, Hinata."

Hinata's smile remained, and she shook her head gently. "You didn't intrude, Naruto," she assured him. "I wanted you to see all of me, just as I see all of you."

Naruto's eyes, emboldened by her words, began to roam over her form once more. The moonlight played upon the curves of her body, casting ethereal shadows and highlights that seemed to accentuate her beauty.

Hinata's smile remained, and she shook her head gently. "I truly wanted you to see all of me, just as I see all of you.", repeated herself, and with each word, Hinata moved closer until she placed a hand on his chest.

Naruto felt a warmth spread through him at her touch, a feeling of acceptance and understanding that he had longed for. In this moonlit moment by the river's edge, they stood together.

Their lips met in a tender and electrifying embrace. It began as a soft and hesitant connection, like the first touch of a butterfly's wings. Naruto's heart raced as he felt the warmth of Hinata's breath mingling with his own.

As the kiss deepened, their mouths moved together with a growing hunger, a longing that had been buried for far too long. Their tongues danced in a sensual rhythm, exploring the uncharted territory of each other's mouths.

Naruto's hands found their way to Hinata's waist, pulling her closer, while Hinata's fingers traced the contours of his neck and shoulders pushing his orange jacket off to fall to the ground. The world around them faded into insignificance as they lost themselves in the intoxicating taste and feel of each other.

Time seemed to stand still as their kiss conveyed a depth of need, of a connection that words could never capture. Their bodies pressed together, every inch of their bodies touching and igniting a fire that burned with desire. Naruto's fingers traced the curve of Hinata's spine, sending shivers down her back. Hinata's nails gently grazed the nape of his neck, making him tremble with delight.

Naruto's arms wrapped around Hinata, pulling her even closer, their bodies pressed together as if trying to bridge the space between them completely. His heartbeat echoed in his ears, synchronized with the rhythm of their breaths.

Hinata's fingers tangled in Naruto's hair, her touch sending shivers down his spine. Their mouths moved with an urgency born of longing and desire, each kisses deeper than the last. It was a collision of emotions, a culmination of unspoken feelings that had simmered beneath the surface for so long.

As the moon above cast a silvery glow upon their entwined forms, highlighting the contours of their faces as they kissed. The night seemed to hold its breath as if the world itself was acknowledging the profound connection being forged between them.

Naruto's heart thundered in his chest as he deepened the kiss, his tongue caressing Hinata's with a passionate hunger. Hinata responded with equal fervor, her body melting into his as she opened herself to this overwhelming wave of emotion.

Naruto's hands moved from her cheek, exploring the contours of her body with a gentle yet possessive touch. He felt the depth of her need in every quiver of her lips, every sigh that escaped her. Their bodies pressed together, fitting perfectly as if they were two halves of the same whole.

The world around them faded into insignificance as they lost themselves in each other. The river's soft melody, the rustling leaves, and the luminous moon bore witness to their passion, a passion that had been silently growing, waiting for the right moment to blossom.

Their kisses deepened, igniting a fire that only burned brighter with each passing second. In the moonlit night by the river's edge, they were no longer two individuals; they had become one

Hinata's fingers danced across Naruto's chest as she deftly pulled his shirt off, her touch electric against his skin. She could feel the rapid rise and fall of his chest, mirroring the quickened pace of their hearts. As she slipped the shirt from his shoulders, her eyes locked onto his, a silent promise passing between them.

Naruto's breath caught in his throat as he watched Hinata's every move. Her fingers trailed down his abdomen, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. Their lips met once more, hungrily, as if trying to convey their longing through the fervor of their kiss.

In the moon's tender embrace, the world around them ceased to exist, and they were consumed by the intoxicating sensation of each other's touch, lost in the moment.

As their lips parted for a moment, Hinata gazed into Naruto's eyes with intensity. Her voice, barely above a whisper, was laced with desire and vulnerability as she confessed, "Naruto, I need you. I want you, all of you."

Naruto's heart pounded in his chest as her words washed over him. The raw sincerity in her gaze and the urgency in her voice left no room for doubt. It was a declaration that reached deep into his soul, igniting a fire within him that burned bright.

His eyes seem to glow red as they fill with a mixture of passion and lust. He could feel the intensity of her emotions, mirrored by his own, and it was as if their souls had finally found the missing pieces.

Without a word, Naruto lifted Hinata into his arms, their bodies pressed close as he carried her to a secluded spot by the river's edge.

"Stop, let me do it.", said Hinata as she dropped to her knees in the soft grass and started to undo Naruto's belt letting his pants drop to the ground. As he kicked them away she locked eyes with him and she ran her hands up his leg to pull down his boxers.

As Hinata sensuously gripped his member, her movements deliberate and unhurried, Naruto's gaze remained fixed on her. He couldn't tear his eyes away from the way her fingers caressed his hardness, each deliberate motion drawing out the anticipation. She brought the hard member to her lips, her mouth parting slightly, and her tongue darted out to taste the sweet, creamy flesh.

Naruto's breath hitched as he watched her, the atmosphere charged with an unspoken tension. She was moving so slow it almost burned, this simple act of running her tongue from the base to the tip made his whole body quiver, she held his attention in a way that no other girl had.

Hinata, her eyes never leaving Naruto's, as she brought the dripping member to her lips with a seductive slowness. The liquid flowed like a cascade, trickling over her tongue, and she savored its taste as though it were the most exquisite nectar. Her lips, glistening with the remnants, parted in a subtle smile that spoke of desire and intent.

Naruto's heart raced as he watched her, captivated by the intensity in her gaze and the sensual grace with which she consumed him with long slow licks collecting his pre-cum. The air between them grew thick with anticipation, and in that moment, their unspoken connection turned into a fire of overwhelming need, weaving a web of unspoken desires and hidden passions.

"Naruto.", said Hinata as she rubbed his hardness over her face, "I don't want you to hold back, not even a little, OK?", Her question, or perhaps it was an order, echoed in his blank mind as he could only nod, resembling a toy with a broken neck.

With an ease that hinted at a remarkable skill far beyond her years, Naruto watched in awe, as without a moment's hesitation she sucked him down her throat until her lips were firmly pressed into his body before pulling halfway back and down, again and again making him wonder as his mind clouded in pleasure about this skill she had achieved at such a young age.

Feeling the touch of fingers around his balls he could feel her chakra dancing around and then into him as he started to meet every movement of her head with a thrust of his hips. The hand she had on his waist urged him on as he felt any idea of control flying away to join the moon overhead.

The world around them faded away as he could only see Hinata's pale eyes staring up at him as he lost all hope of control and exploded deep down her throat, without missing a beat she continued to massage his balls coaxing out every last drop. Once he came back down he watched as she sucked hard on just the head of his member, her cheek caved in with the force and then with a burst of chakra, she forced one last jet into her mouth.

As she sat back still pumping his member a small drop of cum fell off her chin and onto her breast to slowly make its way down her tight smooth stomach to disappear between her legs. The sight made him so hard it hurt as she felt his need and just smiled up at him.

Releasing him she laid down on the soft grass and held out her arms, "Come to me Naruto, I am all yours, use me as you want. You don't have to hold back with me.", said Hinata pushing her breast together and then letting them go to bounce on her chest driving him mad as he dropped down between her legs.

The look on her face almost frightened him, for he could see an overwhelming mixture of love and longing.

"Come to me, Naruto," she whispered softly, her voice filled with desire and need, her eyes locked onto his as she opened her arms, her eyes filled with longing, inviting him into a passionate kiss that spoke volumes of their shared desire as he felt her strong smooth legs wrap around him, holding him, trapping him in her embrace.

Reaching between them she guided him to her core, as soon as he felt her need like a flame between them she pulled him in using her strong legs until with a slap they were totally joined. He expected her to be tight but not this velvet vise that prevented him from moving as her legs wrapped completely around him and she arched her back letting out a silent scream her whole body quivering under him. The violent shaking of her body surprised him as she stared at him with those wide eyes until with a groan she relaxed.

"You OK?", he asked never having seen anything like this before.

"Use me Naruto-Kun, don't hold back.", she said as the orgasm faded and all she could think of was MORE.

As her legs relaxed and allowed him to move he started out slow but with every grunt she urged him to go faster, harder, to stop holding back as the sound of the river was overwhelmed by the slapping of their hips.

The feel of her large breast against his chest was intoxicating and her lips locked to his as he gave into her desire and let himself go all out. The blur of his hips was matched by her own as they both raced to an ending they knew was coming.

Breaking free from her lips he stared into those large pools of lavender eyes as he screamed out, "I'm coming!", so the whole world would know as he exploded like a fire hose deep into her. He could feel her heels kicking into his back as she humped up into his every thrust as she joined him in ecstasy.

Dropping down into her welcoming embrace the lines of blood from her nails healed on his back as he worked to catch his breath.

"More Naruto-Kun, You are so hard, I need more,", said Hinata as she licked his ear sliding her legs up until she was able to lock her ankles behind his neck. Now with his full weight on the back of her thighs, he felt her pulsate around his member as she milked every drop out of him.

Using her hands to pull his hips ever so closer, moved a fraction deep as Hinata said, "No holding back, I can take it all.", and with a groan, she squeezed him to let him know she was ready.

His rhythm this time was long and slow at first, enjoying every movement of her hips, every shake of her head until she looked like she was in another world. Moving faster the slapping of their hips once again joined the sounds of the night followed by a symphony of moans and groans as Hinata quickly worked her way up the ladder of pleasure to balance at the very top before throwing her head back telling the world with her screams that she was once again delirious.

Naruto was a quick learner when it came to all things physical and this was no different as he worked her body over with every move, every twist of his hips or squeezing of her overly large breast, anything to prolong her pleasure until he couldn't hold out any longer and once again exploded deep within her womb.

Laying there in a haze he realized he was pressing her into the ground with all his weight, as he sat up on his knees to look down at Hinata, she looked fully sated with a silly grin on her face with her arms and legs flopped out to her sides. Looking at where they had been joined he could see a steady stream flowing into the grass.

She looked down between her breast and seeing he was still as hard as before rolled to her hands and knees to face not his face but the bright red cock that she had dreamed about for years. With a groan from deep within her, she sucked him into her throat once again, and feeling his body quake she backed away to look up at him with a silly grin.

"Let him out Naruto, I know you want to, I can take it. Come on fox boy.", she said with a giggle as she turned around and raised her ass high into the air giving him a clear view of paradise. When she reached between her legs and spread her lower lips the sight of her pink inner lips caused him to forget everything but one thing. With a howl that sounded more like a fox than a man, he leaped on her with wild abandon.

Hours later as they approached the campfire, Naruto and Hinata shared one last lingering kiss, their lips meeting in a sweet and passionate embrace. It was a promise of what lay ahead, a promise to nurture the feelings that had ignited between them.

Reluctantly, they pulled away, their breaths mingling in the cool night air. Hinata's cheeks were flushed, and Naruto's heart raced with a newfound warmth. They exchanged another meaningful look, their eyes filled with unspoken understanding.

"Better than training with Killer B, Right?", said Hinata locking eyes with Naruto as if daring him to say no.

"Way way better than training.", said Naruto having forgotten he had ever said anything about training he just looked at her wondering what she was talking about.

Naruto watched with a mix of emotions as Hinata crawled back into her tent, seeking a few precious hours of sleep. He knew she must be exhausted from the intense loving-making they had earlier. As she disappeared into her temporary sanctuary, he couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration for her. She had shown him a side of herself he had never imagined, and he wanted to see it more, a lot more.

With a sigh of contentment, Naruto settled down by the campfire, his thoughts consumed by the unforgettable moments they had shared by the river's edge. The memory of their passionate kiss still lingered on his lips, a constant reminder of what he could have with her now and forever.

The night was quiet, save for the gentle rustling of leaves and the distant hooting of an owl. Naruto stared into the dancing flames, his heart filled with hope and anticipation for the new day that awaited them. At that moment, under the watchful gaze of the moon, he knew that their mission and his life had taken an unexpected and exciting turn.

As fatigue finally caught up with him, Naruto closed his eyes, ready to steal a few hours of rest himself. The warmth of the campfire and the memory of Hinata's touch enveloped him, creating a cocoon of comfort and serenity in the midst of their adventurous quest.

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"Naruto! Naruto!" Sakura's voice pierced the morning air, sharp and impatient. "Why are you sleeping outside?" she demanded, her tone tinged with irritation. Naruto slowly blinked his eyes open, finding Sakura hovering over him. The soft morning light cast an enchanting glow on her, her pink hair framing her face like a halo. Her inviting pink lips seemed irresistibly kissable. Without a second thought, he reached up and pulled her down into a kiss. Sakura initially resisted, her instincts momentarily conflicting with her desire, but she quickly surrendered to his embrace.

"Oh come on, you two! Find a room!" Ino exclaimed, her hands planted firmly on her curvy hips. She shot a disapproving glare at Naruto and Sakura, who had been locked in an impromptu morning kissing session.

Naruto, now abruptly awakened from his kiss-induced haze, scrambled to his feet, his face turning a shade of crimson that rivaled the Hokage cloak. "Morning, Ino-chan," he stammered, trying to play it cool but failing miserably. The situation was growing more confusing by the minute, and he couldn't help but mutter under his breath, "I need a chart to keep track of who I can and can't kiss at this point." Ino's disapproving stare only made the morning more awkward, and Naruto couldn't help but sigh inwardly at the romantic comedy his life seemed to have become.

Amidst the commotion and the spectacle of Naruto and Sakura's morning encounter, Hinata emerged from her tent, a noticeable limp in her step. Her night spent with Naruto had taken its toll on her. It was the grin on her face that told the whole story.

Ino, with her keen eye for detail, immediately noticed Hinata's slightly off-kilter gait. She couldn't help but smirk, adding a playful twist to the already awkward situation. "Well, well, Hinata," Ino chimed in, her tone teasing. "It seems like you've been training with Naruto last night."

"I would take a moon lite field over a store dressing room any day," said Hinata as she walked over to Naruto and pulled him into a kiss that went on and on until Jiraiya yelled from the other side of the camp.

"Break it up you two, play time is over. We should reach the village before nightfall so time to stop playing games.", his voice carried a hint of humor but the old veteran knew that one way or the other this was coming to an end.

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I was asked why my lemons were not longer so to those that asked much is given ;-)