Omoi groaned to himself as he swept the halls of the Raikage's living quarters. He was Darui's right-hand man, just as Darui was Ay's right-hand man. He had never had to sweep and mop the halls or scrub every speck of dirt off of every surface before; however, today was a special occasion.
Thanks to an anonymous threat made to Naruto and his family back in the Hidden Leaf Village, Darui offered to have his family stay in the Cloud Village until the crisis blew over. The higher-ups speculated the threat came from a traitor in the Leaf Village, so this was the safest course of action.
Too bad that meant cleaning every square inch of the place.
"You finished yet?" Darui asked as he stepped into the living room.
Omoi set the broom aside. "Pretty much..."
"Look alive, they're almost here–"
"Easy for you to say. I've been at this for days, man." He let out another defeated sigh. If he ever had to hold a broom again, he'd freak out. Oh well, the rough part of the exchange was over. He didn't exactly mind having a beautiful woman like Hinata staying over either.
He facepalmed before more... sultry thoughts could set in.
She was a married woman, not a freelancer still on the market.
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It didn't take long before Hinata arrived with both of her children, Boruto and Himawari. Darui called for everyone to gather in the living room to set the tone for the duration of their stay. Safe to say, this was no mere excursion for the hell of it. Who knew exactly how concerned they were?
"Th–Thank you for having us," Hinata said.
"Don't mention it," Darui said with a casual wave. "We're always happy to help in any way we can."
Boruto pointed at them with a proud huff. "We aren't staying for long. My dad's gonna find that traitor and take them out in no time!"
Omoi laughed at the guy's confidence. "You got that right. He'll work it all out."
Himawari giggled. "You know our dad's strong too?"
"The whole ninja world knows that." Omoi flashed her a smile. "Don't worry about a thing. In fact, go ahead and think of this as a free vacation, okay?"
"Okay!"
Thankfully, the tense air faded. Spirits were lifted, and innocent smiles were restored.
Darui cleared his throat. "We promise to treat you with the best hospitality we have to offer: housing, recreational activities, and food." He took their bags from them, relieving them of the extra loads. "Why don't I bring these things to your rooms and have Omoi give you a brief tour? There's a lot to see here."
Hinata nodded. "That sounds nice. Thanks again for everything."
Omoi wanted to give a stunted or shocked reaction at the sudden proposal of a tour, but after all that damned cleaning, he could draw the entire layout of the building from memory.
He gestured for them to follow as he made his way down one of the halls. "He wasn't exaggerating. There's a lot."
"Yay!" Himawari tugged on Hinata's arm. "A tour! Let's go!"
Boruto sighed. "Fine..."
Hinata nodded along and followed.
Dining halls, bowling alley rooms, skating rinks, even lounges—the Raikage's estate had it all. While Omoi could have brought the family to see every little nook and cranny of the place, he kept to the most notable. After all, Darui said it'd be a "brief" tour. And the fact that Boruto looked bored out of his mind...
"This is our garden. It has plants from all over the world, even from foreign lands," Omoi said, gesturing to the garden that lay beyond the windows of the hall. "As you can imagine, we get tons of our food from there."
"I've never even heard of some of these things before." Himawari's eyes were practically glued to the glass as she admired the endless fields of vegetation.
"Wow, plants..." Boruto muttered beneath his breath, clearly over the tour.
Hinata also looked at the garden. "I recognize a few of those flowers from that time your father and I spent a vacation in another village. Isn't it beautiful?"
They continued to talk amongst themselves, though Omoi's gaze wandered. It had been a while since he last saw Hinata, and to say she was doing well for herself would be the understatement of a lifetime. Her hair had been cut shorter, but her figure had somehow grown even more curvaceous. In all the right places too.
Especially her ass. He tried to ignore it jiggling with each step she took, but a man could only ignore his temptations for so long. The way her shorts clung to her ass, fitting almost a little too well—man, perfection. If he weren't in his right mind, he would've tried to smack it for good measure.
However, he was in his right mind, so he ignored those urges and carried on with their tour.
With their arrival being somewhat late, by the time the tour ended, night had already begun. Hinata and her children were guided to their rooms, with Hinata's single room located across the hall from the children's shared room. They were served dinner and left to their own devices for the rest of the evening.
At least, they should have been.
Darui was holed up in his room, probably buried under mounds of paperwork—it came with the job of being Raikage. Omoi, on the other hand, had free reign to do whatever he wanted. Their esteemed guests weren't prisoners or random ninjas from who knew where; they were the Hokage's family and allies of the Cloud Village. If there was anything he could do for them, he wanted to do it.
Sure, their chats left them with smiles, but going to sleep without 100% knowing Naruto's safety must've been hard. He owed them at least some company to check on them.
So, he started with Boruto and Himawari.
Their room had two beds on opposing sides of the space, with a TV and a nightstand for whatever they needed. It was the highest class of housing for guests within the village. Omoi had grown up longing to stay in a place even remotely close to its prestige, and here he was, welcoming guests in one.
"What's up, old dude?" Boruto asked, lying on his bed as he played his game.
Omoi almost rolled his eyes at the 'old dude' remark. "Just checking on you kids. Everything okay?"
"Pretty much." Boruto kept his gaze fixed on the TV. "This place is cooler than I thought it'd be."
Himawari nodded as she sketched in one of her books. "I want to go look in the garden again tomorrow. I bet I'll find tons of good inspiration for my drawings there."
"Sure thing. You can head out the moment the sun rises tomorrow," Omoi said.
"We're good, old dude," Boruto said.
"Huh?"
"You came in here because you were worried about us, right?" Boruto asked, pausing his game. "We're fine. The losers who made the threat had to do it anonymously. A lame like that could never hurt our dad."
"Exactly." Himawari laughed to herself. "We could probably defeat them."
He wanted to be surprised, but all he could do was laugh. "You kids are made of tougher stuff than most. I like that. Still, because I'm an 'old dude,' I'll keep checking on you guys anyway, cool?"
"Fine by me," Boruto said. "Sounds like you just want a round on my game."
"Street Fighter, huh?" Omoi grinned. "I haven't played in a while, but I'd bet a million ryo that I'd mop the floor with you."
"Yeah, right..."
Himawari waved as Omoi stepped out. "Later, old dude."
"Later..."
Damn, "old dude" was really the nickname they were sticking with. At least their smiles were genuine. Of course, Naruto Uzumaki's kids would fare well in the most absurd situations.
As he closed their door, he glanced across the hall to Hinata's. Kids lacked the agency and experience that gave birth to worry. While they might have been fine, Hinata had seen her fair share of bloodshed and war, especially concerning her husband.
A simple check-in wouldn't hurt, right?
He gave a light knock, loud enough only for her to hear. Why was he sneaking around with this? It was just a check-in, nothing more. Though the idea of being alone in a room with her was nothing short of enticing.
Hinata opened the door with a smile. "Omoi? What can I help you with?"
"Nothing major. I just wanted to talk to you about something."
"Is that so?" She opened the door wider, letting him come inside. She sat at the edge of her bed, her smile dimming slightly. "What's on your mind?"
"You."
"M–Me?"
"N–Not like that." He wiped his face with a sigh. "I just wanted to see if you were doing alright. I'm sure this isn't the easiest thing for you."
"Well, to be honest...I'm a bit worried."
Omoi joined her at the edge of the bed, catching a whiff of her fragrant perfume. He couldn't pinpoint the exact scent, but it must have been some floral essence. "Is there anything I can do to help?"
"I'm not sure. I may be overreacting–"
"Not at all. You have the right to be worried."
"It's strange. I believe in Naruto, but every now and then, I have these fleeting thoughts of...what if things go wrong?" She shook her head. "I know they're foolish, but I'd like to be rid of them."
"If it helps, your kids are doing just fine."
Her delicate smile returned. "That's a relief."
Omoi felt some pressure lift from his mind. There it was—a smile that purged all hints of negative thoughts. "I could keep you company if you'd like. We're allies, so there's no need to be alone in this room by yourself."
Hinata thought for a moment. "I–I guess I could use some company."
He gently placed his arm around her. Why? Just instinct. Her soft, warm body pressed against his with their first moment of contact. She didn't seem to mind, so he kept still.
If he tried hard enough, he could get a squeeze at her chest–
Nope, he had to keep it together, as tempting as it was...
The two of them shared a tranquil silence for a few more minutes. Well, it was less tranquil for Omoi as he struggled to ignore the urge to touch her elsewhere. He found himself searching for excuses to try and get a fleeting touch in—her chest, or even her stomach. Something.
While he may have fought the good fight, he lost to the lust in his heart.
Omoi reached down and took a handful of Hinata's ass.
Perfection wasn't the word to describe it.
Even through the fabric of her shorts, he could feel the infinite mass of heaven in his grasp. He managed to jiggle it twice, watching her plump body ripple to his desires.
Hinata gasped. "U–Um, I don't think you should–"
He let go. "M–My apologies, I was trying to massage you." Nice save... "You seem pretty exhausted. Y'know, with everything going on."
"O–Oh." She blushed. "S–Sorry for overreacting–"
"No, it's fine."
She looked down, her blush burning strong as she thought to herself. Somehow, Omoi had escaped the situation with minimal chaos.
"Omoi, if you were still offering that massage, I'd gladly accept it."
"I'll be glad to help you out." He stood up, helping her stand as well. "All you need to do is lie across your bed, and leave the rest to me."
"Sh–Should I remove my sweatshirt as well?"
"Yeah, it'd help me get to all the good places."
He watched as she undressed—well, she only removed the sweatshirt, but that gave him a clear view of her large breasts. Even the sight of her cleavage was enough to give him a full hard-on. She didn't seem to notice, or maybe she did and just didn't mind. She had been blushing the whole time, so there was no way to truly know.
Hinata lay on her stomach in bed, prompting Omoi to climb in, practically mounting her. His cock pressed right between her plump ass cheeks, trapped in their cozy embrace. It took almost every ounce of strength to keep himself sane.
"S–So, you'll start with my shoulders?" she asked.
"That's right."
He got started with the massage as promised—kneading her tense shoulders, moving down to her upper back, and venturing to her lower back. Even disregarding the...situation regarding his erection, getting to touch her anywhere was a blessing.
She tried to stifle her low moans, but she failed...
And damn, were they hot.
The longer his massage dragged on, the further his cock wedged between her ass. She had slapped his hand away earlier when he tried to grab it, so something must have changed. Maybe the massage had lowered her barriers a bit.
Of course, he didn't mind at all.
As long as he worked his magic on her back, she'd be oblivious to him slipping his cock against her ass. Every subtle move sent soft ripples through her ass. He could only imagine how it would look being fucked.
"Omoi, is there something pressing against me?" she asked.
"I'm sorry, it's me. I'm just trying to make the massage better."
"Okay then." She seemed reluctant, but she fell silent again, save for the occasional relieved breaths that escaped her.
Was she on board with this? Was that her way of acknowledging his advances and accepting them? His mind was racing with so many scattered thoughts, and he was losing the battle to keep himself tamed.
Before he knew it, his pants were down, and so were hers.
He plunged deep into the slick, heated embrace of her pussy without a second thought. Her ass pushed up against him, sending chills creeping up and down his spine.
"Omoi, I don't think this is a good idea," Hinata muttered between labored breaths. "My kids are across the hall."
"Just think of it as an internal massage. It'll be fine."
Omoi kept her pinned beneath him, pounding deep into her inner walls. Damn, his mind was melting by the second. What man could resist such a tempting body? Maybe this was a weakness only he had, and giving in was him failing.
Then again, if losing meant having sex with Hinata, he sure as hell didn't want to win.
He thrust with no regrets, low grunts being drowned out by Hinata's whimpers and the sounds of their bodies colliding. Just as he had imagined, her ass shook with each impact, bouncing again and again. If he had any hopes of coming to his senses, the overwhelming pleasure had laid those to rest long ago.
"Th–This...This is..." Hinata struggled against her own urges. As much as she tried to be a good wife, even she had her limits when it came to sex. Actions spoke far louder than words, and Omoi's relentless strokes killed her desire to stop. "Please keep it down..."
He covered her mouth, a silent answer to her pleas. Not that it did much to muffle the clapping of their bodies meeting. He finally had her where he wanted her and had no plans of giving this chance up anytime soon.
"I–I'm close..." he muttered.
"Pull out, please..."
As good as it felt, he wouldn't go as far as to creampie her against her will. So, he pulled out right at the moment of impact. His cock lay between her ass cheeks, pulsing as rope after rope of cum stained her body. It wasn't a real creampie, but the pleasure was just as divine from release.
Omoi had no regrets.
An exhausted silence fell over them as they just... sat in the afterglow of their "mistake."
"I'll clean you up," Omoi said, getting out of bed to grab some tissues from the bathroom.
"Th–Thanks."
He handed her the tissues to wipe the remnants of their fun from her body. As she did, her blush deepened once she got a glance at his hardened cock. "Shocked, huh? This thing never goes down after one round."
"I–I see."
"How about it? Wanna go again?"
Hinata pulled her shorts back up. "Actually, it's getting really late. I think I should go to bed."
Right, she was teetering on the edge for sure. He heard it in her wavering voice. "Okay then. I'm glad you liked my massage."
"Y–Yeah, thanks..."
They parted ways shortly after. Sure, he would have loved to go for several more rounds then and there, but Hinata was staying for a while. There was no need to rush. The seeds for more heated passion had been planted.
All he needed to do was wait.
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The next morning rolled around without a hitch. Darui called for everyone to have breakfast in the kitchen together, wanting to maintain a positive atmosphere for the rest of the Uzumakis' stay. Himawari came out with little trouble, excited to spend more time in the garden. Boruto seemed to warm up to the place, also coming out without qualms.
As for Hinata...
Well, she also joined the table without a hitch.
"Did you all have a good rest?" Darui asked.
"Nope," Himawari said with a pout. "Someone stayed up all night playing games–"
"You had headphones," Boruto interjected.
"Why do you play so many games when you're always losing online?"
"I'm not always losing!"
"Yes, you are." She teased.
The two continued to bicker over breakfast, bringing a smile to Omoi's face. Last night wasn't a lie. They were truly at peace, knowing their father would come out unscathed.
Hinata, on the other hand, kept quiet unless someone spoke to her. A light blush remained on her face the entire time. She could barely bring herself to look him in the eyes. Sure enough, those seeds he planted truly were beginning to bear fruit. It looked like avoiding a creampie had left her hungry for more.
"See? Isn't the Hidden Cloud Village better than the Leaf?" Yoroi wandered into the living room, his voice languid with arrogance. Of course, the little brat who looked up to Killer Bee would stick around the place. "Welcome to Paradise, Uzumakis–"
Darui hissed beneath his breath. "How in the hell did you get in here? You're not–"
"You invite these guys here and expect me not to show up?" Yoroi snickered to himself. "Come on, Uzumaki. Let's blow this joint for a sec."
Boruto's eyes narrowed. "For what?"
Hinata raised her hand a bit. "S–Sweetheart, it's safer for us to stay within the living quarters. I don't mind you spending time with your friends, just... not outside."
"I wouldn't exactly call him a friend..."
"Rival sounds about right," Yoroi said.
Darui stood up, walking over to palm Yoroi's head—a passive-aggressive scolding. "Agreed, and you shouldn't even be here. Aren't you supposed to be on a mission with your team?"
He snickered, "I knew you sent us out on a mission to keep me away."
Darui let him go with a sigh. "You shouldn't even be in here, but I'll let it slide this time. Just keep it inside, alright?"
"Yes, sir!" Yoroi nodded. "Boruto, you wanna run some rounds on the game?"
"Yeah, it beats sitting around all day." Boruto rose from his seat, leading Yoroi down the halls. "There's an entire arcade here."
Kids, huh? Always stepping and leaping out of boundaries. Oh well, that's one down. Himawari left a few minutes later, ready to get some "inspo" from the extravagant garden out in the courtyard. Hidden Cloud ninjas were stationed around the perimeter for security, so she'd be fine. Two down.
Now, all Omoi wanted was a second shot at Hinata.
Of course, he wouldn't be a greedy pig and chase after her right as breakfast ended. No, he needed more planning than that...
When did he start sounding like some crooked villain? –
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An hour or two may have passed since breakfast, and the kids were all off to their own devices. Omoi made sure to double-check. Boruto and Yoroi were in the room, engrossed in the game, while Himawari sat in her bed, creating masterpieces with nothing but a set of sketching pencils.
Darui... well, he couldn't find the guy. Probably out on more boring Raikage business. The perfect stage was set for a second round. The only issue was that Omoi couldn't find Hinata anywhere.
He tried knocking at her door but got no answer.
She wasn't in the garden, not in any of the media rooms, not the living room, nowhere...
He wandered through the halls of the living quarters, pondering over any unchecked locations. Maybe she was out for a walk. No, they weren't allowed to leave for safety precautions.
Before he could turn the corner into the kitchen, he heard Darui's voice over the sounds of running water.
Darui and Hinata were standing by the sink, engaged in some conversation. Omoi kept himself hidden behind the corner to spy. Why not?
"There must be something else I can do," Hinata said.
Darui continued to wash the dishes. "No need to worry, trust me. You're our guests here, and it's a pleasure to lend a hand in need. I know you'd do the same for me if the roles were reversed."
"I–I know, but I can't help but feel like this is some kind of freeloading."
"Hinata, honestly, it's no problem–"
"No, I insist."
"Well..." Darui turned off the faucet to think for a moment. "Now that you mention it, I've been doing a lot of work to get this place in order."
Lying bastard. The nerve of him to just casually take all the credit for Omoi's hard work. If he weren't on a silent operation here, he'd hop out of hiding to berate him.
"I understand. If there's anything I can do–"
"Nothing much. Maybe you can help me out with this..."
Darui held her wrist, guiding her hand to his crotch with a confident gesture. She stifled a gasp as he made his move, only able to look down to avoid his gaze. The moment her hand touched his body, his erection pressed firmly through his pants. Her small, delicate fingers slowly found their way to hold it.
Shameless.
Hinata took an unsteady breath. "Th–This isn't what I meant by helping you..."
"You said anything. Besides, I'd really appreciate it. This would be a great morale boost after all I've done thus far." Again, shamelessly stealing the credit from his right-hand man. Though, Omoi couldn't blame the guy. He'd do anything for another chance at Hinata.
"I know, but–"
"We have no idea how long you'll have to stay here. The least you could do is ensure the Leaf owes us no debts." Darui gave her plump ass another smack, watching it ripple with the force of his act. "Now, I don't plan on making anyone pay back any debts; this is a mere act of charity. But you know your husband—he'd feel indebted no matter what."
"So... you want to clear the waters?"
"Mhm."
"You don't have to do much. Just help me out, as a good old ally."
Darui helped Hinata down to her knees, practically forcing her to kneel before him. He presented his cock right before her, letting it rest against her lips. She sat with a fierce blush, eyes locked on the sight. The subtle resistance from before was all but gone.
Hinata gently pressed her lips against his tip, or perhaps she had no choice with its proximity. It seemed that leaving her without a creampie last night had weakened her resolve. Her resolve further faltered as she planted another reluctant kiss on the tip. The lust in her eyes carried a carnal hunger; all she needed was a single push to take that final step.
Darui must have sensed this, as he pushed her head down, finally breaking past her plump lips and claiming her mouth as his. He tilted his head back as she coated his cock in her saliva, her head bobbing up and down as he slowly fucked her face. The man was horny, but at least he showed some restraint.
From his vantage point, Omoi noticed a damp patch forming in her shorts.
She was loving it...
Hinata's drool leaked onto the floor beneath her as she held Darui's thighs, gazing up at him with a look of surrender, allowing herself to be used. Poor woman, she had been craving sex all day, too loyal and cautious to pursue her desires. Fortunately for her, the Cloud Village had plenty of men eager to satisfy her.
"Damn, you've got experience, huh?" Darui muttered.
She hummed around his shaft, leaving the actual answer open to interpretation. Hinata didn't seem like much of an erotic woman, but she could certainly take a good pounding. Omoi had learned that the night before. Besides, who knew what kinds of kinky things she and her husband engaged in behind closed doors?
She took Darui down to the base with minimal struggle, slurping and sucking with controlled vigor, moaning as she bobbed her head.
Things were heating up, and it was the perfect time to join in.
Omoi stepped out from behind the corner. "Having fun?"
Hinata broke away from Darui, wiping the string of saliva that connected her mouth to Darui's cock. "O–Omoi, this isn't what it...looks...like..."
"Don't be ashamed; you're just doing him a favor." He unzipped his pants, letting his own hardened cock spring free. The light of desire in her eyes was a sight to see. "You clearly need this as much as we do. Anything to keep the Hokage's wife satisfied during her stay."
Darui nodded. "We pride ourselves on high-quality customer service here."
"Wanna give me some of that treatment too?" Omoi asked.
She glanced back and forth between them. "I..."
"Come on, it's just in here." Omoi said, reaching down to guide her head closer to his cock. "Just have a taste."
Hinata closed her eyes, locking her lips around his head. Her slick tongue flicked away the beaded precum, savoring the taste as it melted across her taste buds. Without hesitation, she took him into the narrow confines of her throat, hungrily gulping along his sensitive skin.
"D–Damn..." Omoi let out a relieved breath, watching her work. "Someone's been hungry–"
"You just had to intrude, huh?" Darui asked.
"Technically speaking..." Damn, he could hardly muster a witty retort with Hinata's sublime technique. "I got to her first. We had sex last night."
"Yeah, yeah. You only beat me to the punch. You're lucky the walls are soundproof..." Darui pulled Hinata to her feet, cutting the amazing blowjob short. Much to Omoi's dismay, and shockingly hers as well. "Why don't we kick things up a notch? We might as well go all the way."
"Actually..."
Before she had a chance to talk herself out of it, Darui ripped her shorts wide open, exposing her perfect ass for the world to see. He sat down in one of the kitchen chairs and guided Hinata to straddle him. Like the hungry beast he was, he brought her hips down, slipping his cock deep into her pussy. The slick, sloshing sound of their bodies meeting echoed through the nearly empty kitchen.
In broad daylight, they were about to fuck Hinata Uzumaki.
Omoi held her by the waist, lining his cock up with her ass. Sure, this would be no creampie in the end, but sex was sex. Instead of plunging straight in, he slowly eased into her ass, savoring the sensation of her insides coiling around his shaft. Warm, creamy, snug—almost too snug—it was divine.
Her large, plump ass pressed against him once again. The feeling of it clapping against him would never grow old. Here he was, pounding into Hinata once more. She clung to Darui as they both fucked her, her body shaking with the force of their thrusts. Those restrained moans of the night before were now depraved.
Damn, the pleasure continued to mount higher and higher.
Darui reached up to cover Hinata's mouth. As sexy as her moans and whimpers were, they were sneaking around. The last thing they needed was anyone catching them in the act—
"Damn, you're tight..." Omoi muttered between thrusts.
When it came to sex, the sensations always numbed his mind with endless pleasure. The control was an entirely different beast. A married woman, giving in to her primal instincts, letting two men have their way with her. Quite the ego-stroking experience.
Their sweaty bodies clung together in a mix of passion and heat. Ragged breaths and muffled moans filled the air, clashing with the frenzied rhythm of their hips colliding. Not to mention the clear view of her voluptuous backside bouncing with each stroke. It was hypnotizing, luring him deeper into the intoxicating dream.
Pressure started to converge in his loins, numbing his mind even further. An orgasm was on its way, and he had no plans of pulling out this time. There were no risks of pregnancy with the hole he had claimed. Darui might have been another case.
"I–I'm really... close..." Hinata breathed into Darui's palm. "Wh–When you... cum, please pull out–"
"You sure about that?" Omoi asked. "Remember what happened when you said that last night? We had to cut things short, and I'm sure you regretted that."
Just a light nudge in the right direction...
Hinata thought to herself, locking her arms around Darui as her resolve was quite literally pounded away. "O–Okay, but..." Her voice trailed off into more weak moans, stripped of any inhibitions.
Omoi kept at it, and the worst-case scenario was no longer a fear in the back of his mind. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted Boruto watching from around the corner.
Was it fear in his eyes? Or maybe... lust?
A storm of confusion must have been raging inside his mind. Instead of screaming out to scold his mother or running over to break up the passionate scene, Boruto looked on with... awe. He reached into his pants, stroking himself at the sight.
Well, if he didn't mind, why stop?
Omoi plunged as deep as he could, pumping Hinata's tight ass full of his warm seed. Burst after burst, he filled her with his essence, each convulsion driving him deeper into the pits of ecstasy. Darui and Hinata must have been cumming as well, both reeling in a trembling fit of groans and labored breaths.
All of that... with her son watching from the corner.
Nothing short of exhilarating.
The highs of their orgasms faded as they held each other, leaving the room with nothing but exhaustion, fatigue, and the sacred afterglow of release. Once again, no guilt or regrets. They were free to bask in the moment, together.
Hinata's ass clung to him until the last inch of his cock was pulled out. Omoi and Darui's essences leaked from her, staining her thighs and pooling beneath her. An utter mess, one Omoi was proud of.
"I'm still raring to go," Darui said, giving Hinata's ass a good smack. "Wanna switch holes?"
"I'm down for that..."
Their heated threesome lasted for hours, and, of course, they creampied her over and over again...
As for Boruto, he watched the entire time.
The little guy certainly had enough ammo for his future jerk off sessions now...
Maybe today was a moment of weakness on Hinata's part, and the next mention of sex would spark a volatile reaction. Perhaps she'd never slip up again. Who knows?
After all, this was only the second day of the Uzumakis' stay.
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Boruto's POV
It was the third day of the Uzumakis' stay in the Hidden Cloud Village, and Boruto found himself wanting to stay just a bit longer. The first day was... alright. Things truly picked up on the second day.
Yoroi dropped by the hangout for a bit, and while he couldn't call the guy a friend on the level of Shikadai and Sarada, he wasn't an enemy either. More of a casual acquaintance, if you will. They played Street Fighter, and Boruto kicked his ass the entire time before eventually switching to random games online.
The main event wasn't the gaming session, though. No. When Boruto stepped out to get some food from the kitchen, the true horrors lay in wait. His mother–married mother, was pressed between two men. He could easily identify Darui by his scruffy white hair, and Omoi practically shot a glance his way during the whole thing. None of them stopped, so maybe they didn't see him there after all. Either that, or they didn't care.
They certainly didn't pull out...
The most upsetting part of it all was that he was... hard. Sure, he was pissed and confused, but the dust settled as he kept watching. He stood there, hidden, as he masturbated to the sight of two men fucking his mom like an animal...
How could he even get any sleep?
Short answer: he didn't.
Just like the morning before, Darui called them to the table for breakfast. Eggs, toast, bacon— which admittedly sounded boring on paper, but the chefs had a real knack for turning common foods into five-star classics.
Himawari sure didn't seem to mind. Between bites, she flipped through her notebook full of new drawings. "Look at this one. It's based on the theme of plants being filled with chakra."
"That's pretty cool, kid," Omoi said.
"I'm glad you found a lot of new plants out there," Darui added between sips of his coffee. "The gardeners put a lot of work into it."
"It's the best!" Himawari smiled at Hinata. "Mom, we need to start a garden when we get back home."
"O–Oh, right." Hinata nodded, snapping herself back to reality. Oh, the signs were already there; Boruto was just a blind idiot. The vague blush from before lingered, and she continued to stammer over her words, avoiding eye contact with the other men at the table.
Did they have sex on the first day? Did she secretly meet with them before? What if she orchestrated the entire situation just to have an excuse to sleep with them?
Boruto shook his head, trying to rid himself of these doubts.
She'd never. The night before was just a mistake. Right...
"I never knew you and Yoroi were friends," Darui said, bringing Boruto back to attention. "You kids have fun yesterday?"
"Y–Yeah." Boruto forced himself to eat some bacon. The glazed taste of the pork wasn't enough to clear his mind. He couldn't blame his mom for being unable to face them. "We spent most of it playing games."
"If I have some free time later, I might be up for a few rounds of Street Fighter," Omoi said. "That is, if you don't mind getting embarrassed by this 'old dude.'"
This had to be a joke. The guys who had fucked his mom were cracking jokes as if they were friends? These people were nuts. As much as he wanted an easy escape from the table, his desire to leave stemmed from the wrong reasons. No anger or betrayal—only an erection forming in his pants.
Safe to say, he'd never look at any of them the same way again.
"Y–Yeah, I don't mind thrashing you," Boruto muttered.
"We'll see about that."
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Sure enough, they never had their gaming session. Omoi and Darui went AWOL for the entire day. Himawari continued to mess around with the stupid garden, and Yoroi didn't drop by either. Boruto simply sat in his room, trying to lose himself in the game.
The intense focus needed to execute complex combos on the fly was supposed to keep him distracted.
Yeah, that failed too...
If those guys were gone, there was only one place they could be. Boruto shut off his game and got out of bed. The soft whirrs of the air conditioner rang in his ears, though the heat building within rendered its true purpose obsolete.
Were they actually about to have sex again?
Boruto snuck out of his room, creeping into the halls with a one-track mind. He double—no, triple-checked to make sure he was alone and pressed his ear to the cold door of his mother's room. Silence. Absolutely nothing.
"Shit, they're soundproof..."
Why did he want to hear them if they were having sex?
Was he a failure of a son?
With bated breath, Boruto reached over to the doorknob, taking a firm grasp of the cold steel. A light twist, testing for a lock, and sure enough, it was unlocked.
This was happening...
All it took was a silent nudge to crack the door open, and the silence was drowned out by the erotic sounds of bodies colliding. Again and again, just like yesterday. His mother's moans clashed with the low grunts of several men, each vying for a turn with her.
Peeking in, he found his friend sprawled across the bed, spit roasted. A thick cock was sinking deep into her throat while another took her from behind. Omoi and Darui were standing around, just as before, but there were a few more guests—other men hailing from the Hidden Cloud Village. Just a bunch of hard cocks, all aimed at his mother.
None of them made love to her with any respect; they fucked her like an animal, a toy crafted for their greedy pleasure.
And it was sexy.
Boruto reached into his shorts, stroking himself at the depraved sight.
These monsters were taking turns, claiming his mother again and again, each leaving their marks on her mind, body, and soul. All he could do was stand there and masturbate...
Omoi grabbed her hips, slamming deep into her pussy to bury his seed inside. His mother only cried out in fervor, not even fighting the cruel act. She took it all as if she belonged to him. Every. Last. Drop.
As he pulled out, another man slipped right in, not even giving her a chance to rest. With the load of cum freshly inside her, he had the best lube to work with, mindlessly fucking her just as hard as Omoi did.
She was going to get pregnant at this rate.
Boruto had his fair share of pornography as he grew up, and his mom outperformed all those so-called "stars." She gagged on Darui's thick cock, refusing to break eye contact with him. Her saliva coated his shaft as she twisted her hand up and down, hungrily begging for his cum—which she did earn.
Several thick ropes stained her face, some falling into her mouth, spilling down to her chest as well.
She thrived in the eye of the storm.
Maybe she earned all of the experience from his dad's shadow clones. No, that was too easy. These men weren't just clones of her partner. They were hungry strangers driven by one carnal desire, and she catered to their needs like a slut.
Boruto stopped stroking himself to delay his orgasm. He wanted this pleasure to last forever. The refined, delicate, caring woman was no more than a cock-crazed machine. No, this was simply a moment of weakness. She missed his dad, and these guys were just keeping her company. That's all, right?
Once they got home, things would blow over and go back to normal.
Part of him wanted to be caught, to have some of the guys shoot him knowing glances, probably laughing him off, or to barely acknowledge his presence. If his mother caught him, would she panic and force them off? Probably not; they had her pinned in the sheets, forcing their cocks deep into any hole they could reach.
What if she invited him to join—
No, that was too far.
Complete lunacy.
The thoughts continued to spiral as he got back to stroking himself. If someone came walking through the halls, he'd be no more than a sitting duck. Not that he cared at this rate; he had a master-class display of sex right before his eyes. What idiot could turn away from that?
After several rounds of the men swapping in and out, Boruto came in his own hand. As good as the display was, he couldn't afford to leave behind any traces of evidence.
He finished, but the men didn't.
His mom didn't.
They fucked on and on until he regained a clear mind to escape. He got himself off for the time being. There'd be no purpose in risking a true chance of getting caught now. Knowing his luck, he'd get none of those hot fantasies and be scolded for spying on them.
Not that he'd take any shit from his mom after getting herself gangbanged.
Boruto shut the door, taking as clean an exit as he could manage.
His dad was still back in the Hidden Leaf Village, dealing with the anonymous traitor sending threats his way, and here they were, sneaking around, engaging in forbidden acts of raw betrayal. As sick as it was, Boruto hoped their little "vacation" would last a while longer.
The Hidden Cloud Village was the best...
The end.