The marriage of Sasuke Uchiha, the Last Uchiha, and Hinata Hyuga, former heiress to the Hyuga clan and a powerful woman in her own right, was a happy, heartwarming celebration. The past differences between the two most powerful clans were forgotten as some of the most influential and important individuals from Kyoto 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 on a lavish covered lawn nearby one of Kyoto's more luxurious hotels.

One such honored guest was Namikaze Naruto, more commonly known as Uzumaki Naruto the Head of Uzumaki clan. A formidable figure already given his imposing well-built size as well as the past conflicts between his family and other powerful figures from Uchiha and Hyuuga, his appearance was a surprise to many of the other guests. Wearing his formal black tailored Suit, the only thing that stood out about him personally was his trademark blonde hair. The golden sunkissed hair stood out in the crowd of black hair individuals, while the Uzumaki sat mostly alone at a table reserved for those guests who were considered highly respected, if not particularly close to the groom. Most of the others had departed, leaving the Blue eyed 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 the head of security of the Uchiha clan, always a keen-eyed individual, had noticed anything worth commenting on, and that was about a scar that extended from his torso to his neck. Some years ago, Naruto had received this injury after a scuffle with Kiba Izunuka-who was also at the wedding and had wisely avoided so much as making eye contact with the Hot-headed, grudge-bearing Uzumaki-yet he seemed to have recovered it since then. Naruto had explained, tersely, that Tsunade the Medic tycoon of Japan had used her vast medical skills in conjunction with her protege, Sakura, to fix his scar as much as she could.

When Kakashi had asked what, exactly, Tsuande had been given by way of compensation, the Blonde Uzumaki had just chuckled before answering. The two of them had a complex relationship, and so all Tsunade had wanted was to get the better of the Uzumaki 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 Senju clanswoman had never been difficult for the wily man from Uzumaki-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 Uzumaki head 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 are plenty of beautiful specimens at the wedding, all of them are viable options for the muscular man. He was looking more intimidating than his handsome and attractive visage, and his position afforded him both status and an ability to know when to turn on the charm, and how to read someone's behavior. Still, even the cunning individual 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 more. Uchiha Sasuke, a powerful and influential man in his own right, although the Blonde considered him little more than a mighty fool had behaved like many perverted men on their wedding day. Uchiha Sasuke was known for being loser of Uchiha always hitting on any woman he got his hands on, his perverted personality made him a black sheep in the Uchiha Family. To save their faces in the world they decided to marry him off to a very influential family.

That's why the Hyuuga.

But his current behavior made Naruto sneer at the ebony-haired man. Lots of laughs and smiles, lots of pictures, some dancing with the new Mrs. Uchiha, along with plenty of congratulatory sake with no more food in his belly than a few bites of wedding cake. As a result, the Groom 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. Naruto 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 couldn't 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. Naruto 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 Naruto 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 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 like a drowned raccoon while her lipstick left clear pink smudges along Naruto's throbbing veiny 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 past 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 Naruto's shaft were most enjoyable.

Growing tired of her meager efforts and with a more enticing prize in mind Naruto 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 woman." 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, Naruto 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 cock spearing into her face.

"Always-mmf-biting off more than you can chew. It's a good thing you have someone with experience showing you what-hnnh-to do!"

With a series of grunts and quiet, intense breaths, Naruto began to come right into Ino's pretty little mouth. Her stomach was soon stretched as much, if not more, than her mouth, as Naruto'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 Naruto 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, Naruto 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 woman could hope for the outcome to be, really, when faced with a superior Uzumaki 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 Hyuuga piece of ass.

Barely pausing to button his pants, Naruto 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 young and as endowed as he was, the Uzumaki 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 Uzumaki 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. Uchiha-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...Naruto-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, and Naruto 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 head length shorter than the barrel-chested, broad-shouldered Naruto, 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 Pearly eyes of her clan, and her 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 experienced and well-traveled man like Naruto 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." Naruto replied, his voice rich and low, almost mesmerizing. Hinata certainly seemed entranced, her jittery eyes locked onto his own oceanic eyes.

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 his life, Naruto 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 the Uzumaki Clan? That is?" Naruto wasn't surprised by her attitude-the Clans 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 World, as well as his later lifetime with such conflicts with Rivaling clans, 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 your clan, that's all. Eh, meaning no offense of course, Naruto-sama. I saw you earlier, dancing with Ino-san, you move rather gracefully for a big Uzumaki 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 prized female waiting to be bred-the rain made the entire garment cling to her body and highlighting her curves even more than usual.

Naruto 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 Uzumaki Traditions, some of them might take you by surprise, given your rather sheltered upbringing." Naruto'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 Hyuuga found it extra galling to be talked down to by some "Uzumaki thug", as many thought of him. But Naruto had yet to meet someone who'd actually been willing to challenge him on it. Everybody called his clan a bunch of screaming red-haired buffons, but everybody was not ready to accept that "Uzumaki" brand brought a lot of prestige and power in the country. Everyone knew that no one was as powerful as the Uzumaki Clan in the hole country.

"But your friend, Ino-kun, was rather more open-minded. She'd said she'd always wanted to get more knowledge of Uzumaki 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 Naruto'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 Uzumaki Clan Head 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 women would say about thugs such as yourself. Oh! I mean, not that you're a thu-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.

Naruto 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 other Families, Hinata." Using her first name got some of the Blonde'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. Naruto stroked his Chin as he sized her up, appearing both sagely and demonic at the same time, his blonde hair in stark contrast to his tan skin, especially on the overcast rainy night.

"You wouldn't want to cause a scene at your wedding after all, would you?" The Uzumaki drew closer, casting a shadow across her body with his looming form. This close, the difference in their size was almost comical-the Blonde was broader than Hinata, and outweighed her by well more than 50 pounds, making it obvious that he could break her in half if he wanted. Furthermore, Hinata realized that standing away from the lit-up lawn as they were, no one would be able to see her from behind the Blonde haired 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 Naruto's feral, glowering face. Such a cute young look only turned him on more, and had he been anywhere else, Naruto 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 woman. 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 Naruto 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 Uzumaki was asking for trouble, especially for a Hyuuga woman."

Naruto 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. Anger 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 Blond Uzumaki, 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, Naruto-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!"

Naruto 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 experience it for yourself fully. 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, Naruto-sama. Of course." In the face of such a bold, proposition, what more could Hinata do? She turned and started walking towards the hotel, aware that Naruto was practically hovering beside her-she and 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 Sasuke probably hadn't set foot in it at all. And now she was going to be showing the Uzumaki Caln head, this beautiful but 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, Naruto-sama. I thought perhaps one of your trusted Clansmen might have accompanied you, as a sign of-oooh!"

Smack!

Hinata jumped in place, making her fat tits bounce, as Naruto suddenly slapped her ass, the impact burning her thick asscheek even through her kimono. Even as she settled back onto her shaky feet, heels clacking, he didn't let up. Drawing closer, Naruto used one massive hand to clamp onto Hinata's ass, feeling it up roughly and without finesse, simply holding onto her firm, enormous rump the way someone might evaluate a prize-winningly large piece of fruit.

"Did you know, when I first meant your friend Ino, she asked me a similar question? I think she was trying to be cute. I explained to her that big, strong, men like me love a fat ass...like yours."

Smack!

He suddenly struck her other cheek too, his big, calloused hands seeming to be the perfect size to handle such a mouth-wateringly huge, heart-shaped booty like Hinata's. Hinata had never been spanked like this before in her life, not since her father used to discipline her, and she suddenly found herself feeling very hot and light-headed, her breath coming in slow, quick gasps. She blushed deeply, unable to keep her words from spilling from her mouth.

"Hah...is that true? Do you like my...ass? Even though it's so big?" She'd heard such things about Uzumaki men before, from disapproving Hyuugas of all stripes, from her grandmother to her father, to her mother as well. Even her little sister Hanabi had often made fun of Hinata for being so curvy (though in recent years, she'd blossomed into rather a thick young woman herself, nearly as stacked as her big sister), saying that no man from her clan would ever want a woman with such an embarrassingly large, bouncy, dump-truck ass.

The implication had been that only bestial, out-of-control Uzumaki men would ever be attracted to such a woman. She had heard tales of such things, and the few women from Uzumaki clan Hinata had heard of all had been rather...large, in certain areas. They also seemed much freer about their bodies- but why the Uzumaki clan head didn't he had muscles that would make the Greek gods envy but he always hid them under his suit of elegance?

"Oh yes." Naruto was so close now, his voice coming from barely an inch away from Hinata's ear. He was bent low, and suddenly the elevator seemed barely large enough for the two of them. Hinata was so enraptured by the situation that she barely noticed when the bell dinged and the doors opened. The Blonde simply led her forward with one hand, gripping her lightly by the upper arm-Hinata was amazed at how strong he was without even trying. Her athletic bicep was completely swallowed up by his massive, firm hand, making her feel like a weak little girl before such a big, strong, virile man.

Hinata moved as if in a trance, unlocking the suite and taking larger, less ladylike steps as she entered as if trying to show off her fat bouncing ass without meaning to. Her huge booty cheeks bounced off each other quietly as she walked, swaying from side to side with a hypnotizing quality as the Uzumaki followed very closely behind, his eyes never leaving that amazing stupidly thick ass.

He closed the door quietly behind them, not bothering to lock it. While he didn't like interruptions, he wasn't expecting any, and he certainly knew how to deal with them in any case. It was a nice place, lush and well-furnished. Hinata reached to turn the lights on, but Naruto cut her off quickly.

"Eh, Hinata, it would be better to leave the lights off. A moonlit night is the perfect atmosphere for a wedding gift, yes?" His voice had the same quiet confidence and authority as before, and Hinata couldn't help but agree to everything he said-he just seemed so sure of himself at all times.

"Oh, I agree, Naruto-sama. It's almost...romantic." Hinata replied, not quite sure why she'd said that. The room suddenly felt tiny, despite being a large chamber with an entry room and then the larger bedroom beyond-Hinata glanced in the direction of the wedding bed, strange thoughts whirling through her mind. She looked away suddenly, taking a moment to watch the rain, which had picked up in speed and volume, as it lashed against the large, floor-to-ceiling windows of the far wall. She leaned forward a bit, putting one hand on the glass as she watched the rain fall, sticking that thick booty out behind her with an air of unintentional yet obvious sexuality.

Feeling his bulge growing, Naruto took in the sights for a moment while Hinata did the same before he eventually cleared his throat loudly. Hinata turned around as if suddenly remembering he was there-despite surreptitiously eying him in the window's reflection before she straightened up, hands clasped again.

"I'm sorry, I got a little distracted there for a moment. Now, I believe you have a gift for me?" Hinata beamed at him, warm and looking every bit the elegant newly married bride. Naruto almost felt bad for Sasuke despite their historical differences he was still a man, considering what he had in mind for his busty little shortstack of a wife...almost.

"Yes, but first I have to make sure you're ready to receive it. Please, come closer, Hinata-chan." The familiarity in his words made Hinata blush once more, but she happily stepped forward, her drying kimono still clinging to her body with every step.

Between the cloth getting wet and then slowly growing dry from her body heat, it had gotten somewhat looser on her body, the silk belt tying it about her waist hanging low and letting it fall down her shoulders a bit, revealing the top of her arms, her slender collarbone and just the hint of her massive, just barely uncovered cleavage. When she was close, Hinata paused, her voice low, looking up at Naruto.

"I'm...ready, Naruto-sama. Please, give me your gift." In the darkness of the room, he seemed even larger than before, only barely lit up by the partially obscured moon. He smiled down at her, his teeth bright white and shining in his handsome face, that feral, fox-like visage suddenly very appealing to Hinata in a way she couldn't explain.

"Oh, I'll be the judge of that. But don't worry, I'll help you get ready. Like this."

Naruto suddenly wrapped one arm around Hinata's waist, pulling him towards her. For a moment, their bodies were pressed firmly against each other, and Hinata surprised both of them by moving slightly, grinding her ass against Blonde's body without even thinking about it. She had just a second to process what she felt there, a huge firm hardness against her ass as she rubbed up and down, before Naruto contorted her body again, bending her in half as his hand traced up her body. He just lightly brushed above her enormous tits with his hand, before seizing both of Hinata's wrists in his hand and holding her arms out in front of her, bent over at the waist.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

"Ahh! Ooo-wahh!" Hinata yelled in surprise and pain-wracked shock as Naruto began spanking her ass with greater force than before. He paused for a moment, rubbing her suddenly reddened asscheeks, as Hinata just gasped, trying to catch her breath. He pushed her kimono up rudely, clumping the material around her waist as he resumed smacking her ass, painting her fat ass red with bright, clear handprints. Hinata yelped again, her legs stiff as she unconsciously thrust her ass out more to meet Naruto's firm unyielding hand.

"Ahhh! Naruto-sama, puh-please...what are you doing?" She said, tossing her head back to look over one shoulder at him. Hinata bit her plump lower lip in worry and a strange kind of anticipation, a trickle of sweat beading in an inviting way down her pale brow.

"Getting you ready, like I said." The blonde's tone was very casual and matter-of-fact, as though this was something that happened every day. To him, it might very well have been.

"Would you like me to stop?"

Hinata didn't even pause before she answered. "Ah-no, no!"

Smack! Smack! Smack!

"Ha-annh!"

Hinata had no choice-had wanted no choice-than to simply stand there and take it as Naruto beat her ass with almost angry force. He would vary his approach so that she would never get used to it, striking her so hard her spine tingled and her breath caught in her chest. He would focus on one plump ass-cheek for a while, before going to the other, and then switch back and forth very rapidly, not letting Hinata get used to it.

She found herself at first just enduring the sudden spanking onslaught, and then after an embarrassingly short time...she began to enjoy it. First, a dozen slaps, then another, then, fifty. Hinata felt sweat trickling down her body, even as her thighs rubbed together. Her breath grew faster and faster reaching some kind of release.

"Do you still want my wedding gift, Mrs. Uchiha?" The Uzumaki sneered. Hinata's nipples were obviously hard now, nearly poking through her kimono as she kept shaking her ass in his face between spanks, clad in a lacy web of underwear that did nothing to hide her rump and only made her ass look that much more sinfully large and round.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

"HNNGH! H-hai! Yes, I want it, I want it, please!" Hinata said before he clapped her cheeks again, making her toes curl inside her heels. She turned her head to one side, biting at her upper arm to try and muffle her screams. Another twenty strikes, then twenty-five more. Hinata couldn't believe that something like this was affecting her so much, but it was obvious her womanhood was practically pouring at this point, her thighs slick with arousal. Hinata huffed and puffed, barely able to breathe-no had never made her feel like this, not even close, not once.

"Uh...sir, sir, Naruto-sama, I'm going to, gonna...if you don't stop, I'm gonna-oh!"

Hinata nearly collapsed as the Blonde hunk suddenly let her arms go, his hand falling away from her ass. She still felt a heat building up in her, but now it seemed unable to progress, having reached some critical point, and stopping juuust short of crossing the finish line.

Naruto suddenly sat down in a plush, high-backed red chair, having grabbed one of the hotel's complimentary bottles of champagne from somewhere. He popped the cork off with one thumb, before taking a long swig.

"Now you're ready, Hinata-Chan. Get on your knees, and close your eyes, right here and I'll give you your present."

Hinata almost fell to her knees, not only in a hurry to obey but simply because her legs were on the verge of giving out. She scooted closer to Naruto before she closed her. Hinata wasn't an idiot, she was fairly sure she knew what was coming, and a part of her was very, very excited, always having heard rumors from girls like Ino and Sakura about what Uzumaki men like Naruto had swinging between their legs.

Eyes closed, she stuck her chest out without realizing, kneeling on the floor obediently, head tilted up at Naruto.

"Yes, just like that, stay right there. I've got a big surprise for you, Hinata-chan. Just take your hands, right here, yes that's right. Now just pull on that and open your present." Naruto chuckled, downing the rest of the fizzy champagne before he let the empty bottle roll away to some unseen corner of the room.

Hinata held her breath in anticipation as she waited for the gift she was expecting.