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Warning: The following will contain material that some viewers may not find suitable. There will be smut, graphic explicit sex, lemons at random moments, character deaths, and multiple pairings. There will be no additional warning as without reading the smut what little plot there is will not make any sense. You have been warned.
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Snow is Cold
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As Naruto's eyes fluttered open, he found Sakura lying nearby, her pale skin glowing with the residual power she had channeled. Thick columns of smoke billowed into the sky from an angry volcano bloomed in the distance doing its best to remove an island from the map.
Naruto struggled to his feet, his senses still reeling. The world around him felt distant, his body heavy and unresponsive. Kurama's voice rang in his mind, urgent and fierce. "Come on, kid, get up. Our mate needs you"
"What? What is going on?" Naruto mumbled, confusion clouding his thoughts as he steadied himself.
Temari approached, kneeling next to him concern etched on her face. "You need to rest, Naruto. You did it, you defeated Ouroboros."
Looking over at Sakura and then back to Temari he asked, "What is going on, where am I, and what happened to Sakura?"
"First thing first, "said Temari helping him to sit up," That is what remains of the island and you almost died defeating that world killer, Sakura poured all her healing chakra into you to help that fix save you, I think she just needs rest."
Reaching over Naruto touched Sakura's cheek, she turned to lean into his hand making a small muing sound before he pulled back. The tug on his chakra told him she was still using him as a battery even now.
"OK, so what is going on?" asked Naruto, getting to his feet as the boat rocked and the sailor fought with the tattered sails. It was clear from the many holes and burn marks that the volcano had hit them with flaming rocks, ruining the sails and leaving burns on the deck.
"We are adrift, heading to the Great Northern Sea," said Jiraiya, coming over to his wayward student. "The sails are burned, the ship is out of fuel, and the crew is just happy to be alive."
"What do we do?" asked Naruto, reaching out to hold Temari's arm as the boat rocked and his head was still spinning.
"Do? We do nothing. Let the captain do his job. They have some quarters below deck. Take Sakura to a room; all three of you need to rest," said Jiraiya, picking up Sakura and dropping her into Naruto's arms before he walked away, pulling out his little notebook.
With the boat rocking, it took both of them to carry Sakura down the stairs to the cabin deck. The smell of the boat—oils and wooden walls—filled their senses as they navigated the narrow passageway. They found a room with the door ajar; it didn't seem to be used, so they stepped inside and discovered a large bed against one wall.
Gently, they placed Sakura down, taking care not to jostle her. Naruto glanced around the room, noting the small round window covered by a curtain of seawater as the boat rocked violently. He could feel the vessel spinning in the waves, the creaking of the wood echoing the turmoil outside.
Temari sighed, her eyes darting to Sakura's unconscious form. "We need to make sure she's comfortable," she said, trying to keep her voice steady despite the swaying around them. "If only we could stabilize this boat."
Naruto nodded, worry showing on his face. "Yeah, but we can't control the sea. All we can do is wait it out and make sure Sakura is safe." He moved closer to the bed, smoothing back Sakura's hair. "We'll get through this," he whispered, more to himself than to Temari, as the storm raged on outside.
While the three young shinobi settled in the room below, Jiraiya stood by the captain, staring at what was once a beautiful island—now a mass of lava and smoke bubbling into the sea.
"I've never seen anything like it," said the captain, lowering his spyglass after scanning for any sign of survivors.
"Me neither. I guess defeating a would-be god will do that," Jiraiya muttered, scribbling more notes in his little book. But before he could finish his thought, a massive blast of sound erupted, knocking them both off their feet.
Scrambling to his feet, Jiraiya turned toward the island, eyes widening in shock. Half of the landmass had been obliterated in a violent explosion, sending debris flying into the sky. A colossal wave rippled out in all directions, as though the dying island was determined to take everyone with it in its final breath.
Jiraiya barely had time to process the sight of the island disintegrating when the ground beneath the ship lurched violently. The colossal wave surged outward from the shattered remains of the island, swelling higher and higher until it loomed like a mountain of water, heading straight for them.
"Brace yourself!" the captain yelled, gripping the helm with white knuckles, his eyes wide as the wave approached with terrifying speed.
Jiraiya quickly weaved a series of hand signs, summoning chakra to his palms. "Don't let go of that helm! I'll keep us from capsizing!" he barked, his voice barely audible over the roar of the impending wall of water.
The ship groaned and creaked as it was lifted by the enormous wave, the bow pointing sharply upward as if trying to climb the sky. For a split second, everything hung in the balance, the vessel teetering on the edge of oblivion. But then, with a sudden surge, they were riding the wave, the ship acting like a surfboard.
Jiraiya pressed his hands to the deck, channeling chakra into the wood. "Earth Style: Ship Stabilizer!" He pushed his chakra down into the ship's hull, forming a protective barrier to keep the vessel from splitting apart under the pressure of the wave's force.
Rushing to Jiraiya's side, Naruto and Temari stood frozen as the wave seemed to touch the sky overhead.
"What can we do to help?" yelled Temari, seeing Jiraiya straining with his jutsu to hold the ship together.
"We need wind to get us moving before the wave overruns us!" screamed the captain.
Temari, her eyes narrowing with concentration, summoned her chakra. "Wind Style: Gale Force!" she shouted, sending bursts of wind toward the sails. The crew had partly repaired them, and the wind filled them.
"The sails are going to rip!" shouted the captain.
"Not if I can help it," cried Naruto, activating his own jutsu. Like many techniques in his life, he had learned the simpler ones and then overpowered them to make them more effective.
"Weaver Repair!" he shouted, using the small jutsu Hinata had taught him long ago to mend his clothes after training. With all his chakra fueling this simple technique, the sails began to pull together and hold as Temari's wind slammed into them, propelling the ship forward.
The sails snapped taut as they caught the enchanted wind, and the ship began to pick up speed.
The vessel raced down the face of the wave, carving through the water like a blade, carried by the monstrous force of the ocean. Beneath them, the water churned and boiled, a massive current pulling them forward at a breakneck pace. Jiraiya could feel the sheer energy of the wave beneath them, a force so powerful it could crush them in an instant if he faltered.
For hundreds of miles, they rode the wave, their ship hurtling across the vast sea. Each rise and fall of the wave sent their stomachs lurching, but they held on, focused on surviving the chaos.
"Keep us balanced, Jiraiya!" the captain shouted, his knuckles still gripping the helm as the wave curled overhead sending white foam onto the deck.
"I'm trying!" Jiraiya grunted, pouring more chakra into the ship, stabilizing its wild ride through the towering swells.
The horizon was a blur, the sky and sea melding into a single, twisting expanse as the ship shot forward, carried by the raw power of nature—and the skill of two seasoned shinobi.
Finally, after what felt like hours, the massive wave began to subside. The ship descended with the dying wave, slowly leveling out. Jiraiya released his jutsu, panting heavily, while the captain slumped in relief against the helm.
"We made it," the captain said, his voice barely above a whisper.
Jiraiya straightened, his eyes still sharp. "Barely," he muttered, glancing back at the distant island, now long gone over the horizon.
Looking at Naruto and Temari, he saw them both slumped against the rail, clearly showing signs of chakra exhaustion. After fighting a god all day and now this, he was amazed they were still alive.
"Go below deck, you two, before you pass out and fall overboard," he said, attempting a small joke, though it fell flat. The two groaned as they forced themselves to their feet and stumbled back toward their room.
It was the next morning when Naruto found himself in the middle of a bed that felt like it was still rocking. A pink head of hair rested on one shoulder, and a blonde on the other. He could see that both Sakura and Temari were still fast asleep as he carefully pulled himself free.
As he stood, looking down at them, a loud thump echoed through the cabin, followed by another. It was the sound that had woken him, and it was happening more frequently.
Making his way up to the deck, he first noticed the chill in the air. He could see his breath, and the cold hit his face like a slap. Naruto moved quickly, seeking out Jiraiya and the captain, who were deep in conversation.
The sight over the side of the ship stopped him in his tracks. Massive icebergs, some the size of houses, floated around them, occasionally hitting the ship and causing the thumping sound that had woken him.
"It had to be the wave," said the captain, as he and Jiraiya examined a map.
"Yes, I agree. The wave broke apart the northern ice shelf, but that means we've traveled three or four hundred miles in the last day," Jiraiya replied, pointing at the northernmost part of the map.
"The sea we're in now, it's not just any body of water," the captain said, his voice steady but carrying a note of caution as he pointed ahead. "Above the Land of Lightning is the Northern Sea, what we call the Gold Sea. It leads straight to the Land of Earth."
Jiraiya glanced up from the map, frowning. "The Gold Sea? I've heard of it—dangerous waters, hard to navigate."
"Aye, dangerous indeed," the captain nodded, the cold wind biting at his face. "Few dare to travel over the northern route, but those that do… they gain great rewards, trading with Earth Country. Rare minerals, metals you can't find anywhere else."
Naruto, now standing at the ship's railing, listened closely, his eyes narrowing at the mention of Earth Country. "So, you're saying there's a chance we could make a fortune, if we survive this?"
The captain gave a grim smile, his hand gripping the wheel as another iceberg scraped the side of the ship. "If we survive, yes. The Gold Sea isn't named just for the treasures it brings—some say it got its name because ships disappear in it as easily as gold slipping through your fingers. The ice, the storms, the unpredictable tides. It's not just the elements either... rumors of rogue shinobi, pirates, and worse."
Jiraiya folded his arms, considering the captain's words. "And the wave that carried us here—how far have we traveled?"
The captain exchanged a knowing look with Jiraiya, then pointed to a spot on the map. "Judging by the icebergs and the cold, I'd say we've been thrown three, maybe four hundred miles north. We're closer to the Land of Earth than we are to the Land of Lightning now. There's no turning back—our only option is to push forward through the Gold Sea."
Jiraiya raised an eyebrow, tapping the map with his finger. "And what about the crew? They've already been through hell."
The captain's expression hardened. "They're tough, but not invincible. The Gold Sea's a whole different challenge—if they know what lies ahead, some might not be so eager to continue. But they trust me. And I trust you shinobi to help get us through."
Naruto glanced at Temari, who had joined them on deck, rubbing her arms against the cold. "So, we keep going? What do you think, Jiraiya?"
Jiraiya sighed, looking out at the vast expanse of icy water. "Well, it's either this or freeze to death where we stand. Let's hope the rewards are worth the risk."
Down below deck, the dim light of a lantern flickered as Jiraiya sipped hot tea, seated across from Naruto and Temari. The warmth of the tea was a welcome contrast to the cold seeping through the wooden walls of the ship. Naruto leaned back in his chair, cradling his cup, while Temari sat beside him, her hands wrapped around her tea for warmth. The silence between them was comfortable—until the door creaked open.
Sakura stumbled in, her movements sluggish from exhaustion. Without a word, she crossed the room and dropped into Naruto's lap, resting her head on his shoulder like it was the most natural thing in the world.
Naruto blinked in surprise but didn't protest. He gently shifted to accommodate her, clearly used to the closeness they shared. Temari's grip on her teacup tightened as she watched the scene unfold, her eyes narrowing, though she remained silent.
Jiraiya glanced between them, his eyebrow raised but keeping any comment to himself, sipping his tea instead.
Temari struggled to hold back the surge of irritation rising inside her. She knew Naruto and Sakura had a long, complicated history. They had fought side by side for years, shared battles, memories, and a deep connection. But that didn't change the fact that it was she, not Sakura, who was going to be his wife. That pink-haired kunoichi needed to learn her place—and Temari was going to make sure she understood that soon enough.
Her jaw clenched, but she kept her voice even. "You should get some rest, Sakura," Temari suggested coolly, her eyes hard as they flicked to Naruto, then back to Sakura.
Sakura, half-asleep, only murmured softly in response, nuzzling closer into Naruto's chest.
Temari's gaze lingered for a moment longer before she looked away, deciding now wasn't the time. But her anger strengthened. Soon, she'd make it clear where they all stood.
"Jiraiya-sensei, I don't get it. Earth Country is north of the Land of Fire. How did we end up here?" Naruto asked, pulling Sakura's cold form closer, absentmindedly hugging her for warmth. He seemed oblivious, or maybe just indifferent, to the flicker of irritation in Temari's eyes as she watched him.
Jiraiya chuckled lightly, looking amused by Naruto's confusion. "The ocean wraps around all the lands, kid. Sail long enough, and you'll circle the whole world. We just hitched a ride on that massive wave that pushed us farther than we expected."
Temari crossed her arms, frowning. "The Land of Earth? Why would we even want to go there? It's poor and full of mindless killers. That's what we learned in school." Her tone carried a bitter edge as she recalled her lessons, back before she was forced to learn how to manage her responsibilities as Gaara grew older.
Jiraiya laughed again, louder this time. "Poor? Far from it. They're richer than you think, Temari. They just don't flaunt it like other nations. See, they can't trade south—Fire Country blocks them from most routes. So they send their goods north, across the Gold Sea. Ships loaded with rare metals and gems are worth a fortune once they reach any market. By the time those goods hit the mainland, their origin is long forgotten, and Earth Country keeps getting richer, all under the radar."
Naruto looked between the two of them, furrowing his brow. "So, they're sneaky about it?"
"You could say that," Jiraiya replied, setting his tea down. "They know how to play the long game—quiet but effective. And now, looks like we've stumbled into their backyard."
Temari's frown deepened, her mind already turning over the implications of this new information. Meanwhile, Naruto, still holding Sakura close, remained silent as the weight of their situation slowly sank in.
"How long before we get somewhere warm?" Sakura murmured, still nestled against Naruto, her voice barely breaking the quiet of the cabin. She didn't bother to move, instead subtly siphoning chakra from him, a process so familiar that he barely registered it anymore.
Naruto, caught up in the warmth of her presence, simply smiled. It was a routine they had fallen into over countless missions—an unspoken understanding between them. After all, he had spent so many moments in her company that her gentle drawing of chakra felt as normal as breathing.
As Sakura relaxed against him, he couldn't help but remember Tayuya's playful joke about having a pet Nukekubi: "Once you get used to it, you just learn to live with that part of her." It was a sentiment that stuck, bringing a hint of a smile to his lips despite the situation they found themselves in.
"Not too long, I hope. With Naruto's overpowering that sewing jutsu, the sails are full and the wind at our backs," Jiraiya replied from across the small table, glancing up from the map he had been studying. "The Gold Sea can be unforgiving, but we'll be in warmer waters soon enough. Just hang in there a bit longer."
Temari, sitting nearby with her arms crossed, raised an eyebrow at Sakura's comfortable position. A mix of frustration flickered in her eyes. She was firm in her feelings for Naruto, and watching Sakura so close to him was a reminder of the competition that lingered beneath the surface of their friendship.
"Well, I hope it's sooner rather than later," Temari chimed in, trying to mask her irritation with a light tone. "I live in a desert; I can only handle so much of this cold. I'd prefer not to turn into an ice sculpture before we get to shore."
Sakura lifted her head slightly, glancing at Temari with a sleepy smile. "I'm sure we'll be there soon. Besides, we all need to recharge after everything that happened."
Naruto nodded, still feeling the warmth of Sakura against him. "Yeah, we'll be fine. Just a little longer, and we'll find ourselves somewhere sunny, I promise."
Neither of them noticed the glare Temari gave them as she poured another cup of tea.
….
"What do you mean they are in the Gold Sea?" said the Hokage, slapping the scroll down onto the desk. The small toad that had handed it to her jumped back, wary of her anger now directed at him.
"Lord Jiraiya said that they would stay with the ship until landfall; he didn't want to abandon the crew," said the toad, who Jiraiya had sent early that morning. He couldn't wait to get off that freezing ship and back to the warm, wet swamps of home.
The Hokage couldn't get angry at that; Jiraiya was always trying to save someone but himself. Writing down a quick note to send back to him, she handed the scroll over to the toad.
"Take this to him. I expect regular reports," she said as the toad waved at her with what looked like a middle finger if toads had fingers before he vanished in a puff of smoke.
Tapping her fingers on the desk, she heard a light knocking on the door. "Come!" she yelled out, knowing who it was.
In walked Hinata, clad in her full clan robes of gray silk, exuding an air of authority that could rival the Hokage. "You called for me, Hokage?" she said, giving a subtle bow.
"Yes, your silk problem is solved. The pirates have been dealt with, and you can send out as many ships as you wish," replied the Hokage, barely glancing up from her paperwork.
"And what of Naruto?" asked Hinata, her thoughts inevitably drifting back to him. He was the center of her world, and she, his moon—a dangerous and unyielding one.
"He's on a ship in the Gold Sea. He was meant to train in Kumogakure, but plans changed," Tsunade replied, deliberately withholding the full story. She wasn't about to provoke the Hyuga princess, not when she had more than enough to handle already.
"The Gold Sea? Isn't that the route to Earth Country? With the border tensions, isn't it dangerous to approach Iwagakure right now?" Hinata's tone tightened, aware of the skirmishes that had long plagued the border.
"I'm confident Naruto can handle it. Besides, he has Jiraiya with him," the Hokage said dismissively, her eyes still scanning the documents on her desk. "Now, if that's all, I've got paperwork waiting," she added, waving a hand toward the towering pile in front of her.
Hinata stood frozen, her pale eyes narrowing ever so slightly. Is that all? she thought, her mind racing. The weight of her clan's shattered legacy bore down on her, suffocating her in ways even the most brutal training never could. All the elders are dead... a third of my clan wiped out... and you dismiss me like this? Her thoughts seethed beneath her calm exterior. Memories of the civil war within her family, and the treachery of the elders who had conspired against her leadership, flooded her mind. The painful recollection of nearly losing Hanabi to the cursed seal, a wound barely healed by the freedom they'd won—at such a cost—gripped her.
How was she supposed to lead? How was she to carry the weight of her clan's past sins and future responsibilities without breaking?
They called her "The Iron Fist of the Hyuga." That name was meant to honor her strength, but to Hinata, it felt like chains. How could she be strong when her entire clan was fractured, grieving, and broken? Who could she confide in? Not Naruto—he already bore too many burdens. Not Hanabi—she was too young, still healing. And here she was, standing in front of the Hokage, who dismissed her pain as easily as another bureaucratic form. Who am I supposed to turn to?
"Hokage, there is one thing... if I may," Hinata finally said, her voice betraying the smallest crack in her usual stoic demeanor.
Tsunade paused, her pen hovering in the air. She looked up slowly, her sharp eyes meeting Hinata's. For a moment, the silence stretched between them. Was the Hyuga princess—the Hinata, who had become known for her cold control and unshakable demeanor—showing vulnerability? This was... different. Tsunade lowered her pen and placed it on the desk, interlacing her fingers and leaning forward. Her expression softened slightly, waiting.
"What is it?" she asked, her tone shifting, less dismissive now, recognizing that something deeper was at play.
Hinata hesitated for the briefest moment before speaking. "My clan is in pain... in turmoil. After the rebellion of the elders, after everything that's happened, we're fractured. They look to me, but I'm not sure how to lead them through this. I've been strong, I've been what they needed... but they need more than that now. And I—" She faltered, surprising even herself at the admission. This was not her usual self. "I was hoping, with your years of experience, that you might have some advice for me. How do I lead them... how do I guide them through this when I'm not sure I can carry it all on my own?"
Tsunade studied her for a long moment. The Iron Fist of the Hyuga, so poised, was finally allowing someone to see the cracks beneath that mask of unshakable strength. Tsunade could see the weight of Hinata's burdens in her eyes—the silent suffering, the isolation. She recognized it well; it was the same loneliness she had carried as Hokage. The burden of being strong, of never faltering, even when everything around you crumbles.
"You're carrying a heavy burden," Tsunade said slowly, leaning back in her chair, her gaze steady. "One that would break most people." She let the words hang, watching Hinata closely. "But you're not most people. You've already led your clan through their darkest hour. The fact that they look to you now proves you've earned that place. But leadership... true leadership, isn't about shouldering it all yourself. It's about knowing when to lean on others."
Hinata remained silent, her eyes cast down. She knew Tsunade was right, but the reality of it felt so much harder than just words.
"I've led this village for years now, and I've made mistakes... plenty of them," Tsunade continued. "But what I've learned is this: even the strongest need support. You've rebuilt your clan from the ashes, but don't forget you have people who want to help you—people who are waiting to be trusted. You can't always be the Iron Fist, Hinata. Sometimes, strength comes from knowing when to soften your grip."
Hinata's shoulders loosened, just slightly. Tsunade's words struck at something deep within her—a truth she had refused to acknowledge. She didn't have to carry it all alone. She couldn't.
"Thank you... Hokage," Hinata said softly, her voice steadier than before.
Tsunade gave her a small nod. "Don't thank me yet. You still have a long road ahead." She gestured to the door. "But if you need advice... or just someone to talk to, you know where to find me."
Hinata straightened, the faintest glimmer of something—maybe hope—flickering in her eyes as she bowed. She turned to leave, her steps lighter than when she had entered.
As the door closed behind her, Tsunade picked up her pen once more. "Strong kid," she muttered under her breath, shaking her head.
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It was early morning, and the ship glided silently through the frigid waters of the Gold Sea. The sky was a pale shade of gray, with the faintest hints of dawn on the horizon. Icebergs, some as large as houses, drifted lazily past the ship, their surfaces glistening like jagged crystals in the soft light. The cold air was biting, sharp against the skin, and yet Naruto stood at the bow, alone, breathing it all in.
The cold didn't bother him. It was refreshing, in a way, a welcome contrast to the constant heat of battles, the intensity of life. His breath came out in clouds of mist, swirling away in the wind as he stared out into the vast expanse of the ocean. The waves lapped gently against the ship, and for the first time in what felt like ages, there was peace—just the sound of the sea and the cold morning air.
But peace never lasted.
Footsteps approached from behind, muffled by the creaking of the deck. Naruto didn't need to turn around to know who it was. He could feel her presence—strong, purposeful. Temari.
She came to stand beside him, the wind tugging at her long blonde hair. She didn't speak at first, her green eyes sweeping across the icy waters, her breath quickening as the cold nipped at her face. She was bundled in a large oversized fur coat that protected her from the cold and hid her form. For a moment, they stood there together in silence, but it was clear she hadn't come just for the view.
Finally, she broke the quiet.
"Beautiful, isn't it?" she said, her voice steady, though there was something underneath, something restrained, "almost like the sand sea back home."
Naruto nodded, though his gaze didn't leave the horizon. "Yeah. Cold, but... peaceful."
Temari let the silence hang between them for a few moments longer as if gathering her thoughts. Then she turned slightly toward him, her eyes narrowing, her voice quieter but filled with an edge of frustration.
"What's going on, Naruto? Between you and Sakura?" Her words cut through the morning air, sharper than the cold wind. "I'm going to be your wife. We have a son. You and Sakura... what is happening?"
Naruto didn't answer right away. His face, which had been relaxed in the solitude of the morning, tensed slightly. He exhaled slowly, watching his breath disappear into the wind before finally turning to meet her eyes.
"It's not what you think," he said, his voice low but firm.
"Then explain it to me," Temari insisted her tone a mix of hurt and anger. She crossed her arms, not out of defiance but because the weight of her emotions was too much to carry otherwise. "She's always so close to you, always looking at you like... like there's something more. And it's not just that. You let her lean on you, touch you like—like she has a right to. I'm the one who's supposed to be by your side, Naruto. I'm the one who—" She paused, her voice catching slightly, before continuing. "We have a son, Naruto. What are we to you?"
Naruto sighed, running a hand through his hair, the wind messing it up even more. He knew this conversation was coming, but he hadn't been ready for it. "Temari, you and our son are everything to me, just as much as all my children, you have to know that," he said, his voice steady, but there was a flicker of something in his eyes—guilt, maybe, or uncertainty. "Sakura and I... we've been through a lot together. She's important to me, but it's not like what you're thinking."
Temari's eyes narrowed. "Then why does it feel like she's always between us? Like she's more important than I am?"
Naruto opened his mouth to answer but hesitated. He looked back out at the sea, the cold wind whipping around them. "It's complicated," he said finally. "Sakura... she's been there since the beginning. We've been through so much together and fought so many battles side by side. It's hard to just... switch that off. But you—" He turned back to her, his eyes softening. "You're the one that has our son... you two, the whole clan is my future."
Temari's jaw tightened. She wasn't entirely satisfied with that answer, but a part of her wanted to believe him. Wanted to believe that whatever bond Naruto had with Sakura, it wasn't something that could break what they had.
"I get that you and Sakura have a history," she said, her voice quieter now, but no less intense. "But that doesn't mean I will stand by and let her come between us. I've fought too hard for this—for you. I…. I have my honor to protect, you may think that is nothing but for me, for my people that is everything."
Naruto's expression softened, and he reached out, taking her hand. "I know," he said. "And I'm not going to let that happen. But you have to trust me, Temari. I'm not going anywhere. You and our son… Tayuya and Karin are my family. Sakura's my teammate, but you all are the ones I'm building a clan with."
Temari stared at him for a long moment, searching his face for any sign of doubt. She hated how easily Naruto could get under her skin, how much she cared about what he thought, what he felt. But as much as she hated it, she loved him even more. And for now, that was enough.
She nodded slowly, squeezing his hand before letting go. "Just... don't make me regret trusting you," she said quietly, her voice barely audible over the wind.
"I won't," Naruto replied, his gaze steady.
As Temari turned to leave, she paused, glancing over her shoulder. "And don't let her get too comfortable."
Naruto chuckled softly, shaking his head. "You really think I'd let her?" His words were genuine, but deep down, he knew the reality. He was already wrapped around Sakura's little finger, just like Tayuya and Karin were. Somehow, Sakura had woven herself into the intricate web of their family. Naruto hadn't quite figured out how to break the news to Temari yet—that Sakura was pregnant with his child.
Temari didn't respond, but the faintest hint of a smile tugged at her lips as she walked away, leaving Naruto alone at the bow. He turned back toward the horizon, the icy wind biting at his face, and sighed.
The peaceful morning had given way to the usual complications of life, but at least, for now, the storm had passed. Telling Temari about Sakura and the baby could wait. For now, he wanted to enjoy the quiet and not think about anything.
….
Below deck, the wooden planks creaked under Temari's footsteps as she approached the small cabin where Sakura was resting. She pushed open the door with a firm hand, her eyes locking on the pink-haired kunoichi, who was lounging on a makeshift bed. The tension in the air was thick as Temari loomed over her, standing half a head taller, her posture commanding.
"You and I need to talk," Temari said, her voice low but firm, her eyes narrowing as she took a step closer, towering over Sakura. "I'm going to be Naruto's wife. We already have a son. So whatever is going on between you two, it ends now."
Sakura looked up, unfazed by Temari's attempt to intimidate her. Instead of backing down, she smiled—sweet and disarming. "Oh? You think you can scare me off?" She leaned back against the wall, her emerald eyes sparkling with a mix of amusement and something else—something that made Temari pause.
Sakura's gaze wandered up and down Temari's form, lingering just a little too long. "You're gorgeous, you know that?" she said softly, her tone shifting from defensive to playful. "I've always had a thing for blondes."
Temari's brows furrowed, clearly unprepared for Sakura's sudden change in demeanor. "What are you trying to pull, Sakura?" she asked, her voice sharper now, though she took a subtle step back.
Sakura rose to her feet, closing the space between them, her eyes still locked on Temari's. Despite being shorter, Sakura's presence suddenly felt more commanding, her body language confident and relaxed. "Oh, nothing," Sakura said, her voice practically a purr. "Just… appreciating what I see."
Temari's eyes narrowed further, her hand twitching by her side, but Sakura leaned in, close enough that her breath brushed Temari's neck. "Naruto and I… we've been close for a long time. But you knew that. You know, I've never been against sharing." She smiled, lips curling up at the corners, the teasing edge in her voice unmistakable.
Temari's face flushed, a mixture of anger and confusion rising within her. She straightened her shoulders, trying to regain her composure, but Sakura's flirtation was getting under her skin in a way she hadn't expected. "What exactly are you saying?" Temari growled, her voice laced with irritation, though there was a hint of uncertainty in her tone.
Sakura tilted her head, her smile widening as she stepped back slightly, just enough to keep Temari guessing. "I'm saying we could work something out. There's no need for us to fight over Naruto. After all," she paused, her gaze trailing over Temari's features once more, "I think we could have some fun together, don't you?"
Temari's heart raced, her mind spinning as she tried to process Sakura's words. She had come down here to assert her dominance, to make it clear that Naruto belonged to her. But now, Sakura was playing a different game entirely—a game Temari wasn't sure she was ready for.
"Are you crazy?" Temari barked, backing up quickly until she felt the solid pressure of the closed door behind her. Her breath hitched, but she stood her ground, eyes locked onto Sakura, though uncertainty flickered in them.
Sakura's smile only deepened as she moved closer, stepping into Temari's personal space without hesitation. "Come on, you're going to be the third wife, right? Tayuya's bossy about who gets Naruto's time, but there's plenty to go around. Especially out here, in the middle of nowhere—we could make our own rules." Her voice was soft but suggestive, the tension between them palpable.
Temari's pulse raced, her mind flashing to their shared past. Before she could react, Sakura's fingers brushed her cheek, gently tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. The intimacy of the gesture froze Temari in place.
"It's not like you haven't done it before," Sakura murmured, her voice dropping to a more intimate tone. "Remember that time in your room back at the Sand Village? It feels like forever ago, but I haven't forgotten." Her lips curved into a teasing smile, eyes gleaming as her fingers lingered against Temari's cheek, the touch almost electric.
Temari's mind raced back to those chaotic days—newly free from Gaara's suffocating shadow, the relief of his survival after Naruto's team had saved him. It had been a whirlwind, emotions running high, and she had let herself get swept up in it. She remembered the moment Sakura was hinting at, the wild, unexpected connection that had sparked between them in the heat of it all. A lifetime ago, or so she had thought.
Temari's breath hitched again, memories resurfacing despite her efforts to push them away. She had come to confront Sakura, to claim her place at Naruto's side, but the unexpected turn left her reeling, struggling between her anger and the temptation Sakura was pulling her toward.
Reaching behind her, Temari's fingers found the doorknob, her mind racing as she tried to process what was happening. In one swift motion, her ninja reflexes kicked in, and she moved Sakura to the side with surprising ease, yanking the door open.
"I... I need to think," she blurted, her voice cracking, betraying the turmoil she was trying to suppress. Without waiting for a response, Temari darted out of the room, her footsteps echoing down the narrow hallway.
Behind her, she could still hear Sakura's soft giggles, a sound that clung to the air like an unsettling afterthought, chasing Temari as she fled.
…
The next few days aboard the ship passed in a blur of cold winds and simmering tension. The crew worked tirelessly to navigate the treacherous waters, weaving the vessel through the ever-growing maze of icebergs that dotted the Gold Sea. Despite the relentless weather, Jiraiya's constant use of jutsu kept the ship moving forward, while Temari's winds filled the patched sails as they pushed southward, yearning for warmer seas.
The one time Naruto tried to help with a wind jutsu the ship rocked so badly that one of the sails broke loose, he was asked by everyone on board to just let Termari do it. The joke that it took a woman's touch to move the ship was heard endlessly on board.
Naruto spent most of his time above deck staying out of everyone's way, lost in thought as he gazed out at the horizon, the biting cold serving as a stark reminder of their journey. Below deck, the atmosphere was anything but calm. Temari had been avoiding Sakura since their tense confrontation, while Sakura, undeterred, continued her usual mischief, her flirtations growing bolder whenever Temari was around.
The ship had settled into a rhythm, yet the underlying tension among the passengers simmered just below the surface. The looming question of what lay ahead as they moved closer to the Land of Earth and what could await them hung like a storm cloud. But for now, they pressed on, the cold seas gradually giving way to more temperate waters as they neared the top of the Land of Lighting.
As Naruto made his way through the lower decks, the creak of the wooden ship groaned beneath his feet, leading him to the cargo hold. The air down here was warmer, filled with the scent of hay, wet fur, and the occasional bark from the Inuzuka dogs. He smiled as he approached Akamai and her team, who were huddled near their companions, tending to the large, wolf-like creatures that served as both friends and weapons.
Akamai looked up as he approached, giving him a curt nod. "Naruto, we're keeping out of the cold down here. The dogs don't like it much up on deck," she said, scratching behind the ears of one of the larger dogs, which let out a soft, contented growl.
Naruto crouched down, running his hand along the back of another dog that wagged its tail lazily. "I figured I'd check in. You all okay down here?"
"We're fine," Akamai assured him. "This is where we're most comfortable, away from all the… ice and all that stuff up on deck. We are from Fire Country after all." She shot him a knowing look, though her tone held no judgment.
Naruto laughed as he stood back up. "Yeah, things are a bit hectic right now. But I'm glad you and your team are managing down here. I'll leave you to it."
On his way back to the deck, thinking he might ask the captain for something to do, Naruto spotted Sakura struggling up the stairs with a large box in her arms.
"Hey, Sakura, what you got there? Need a hand?" he asked, jogging up to her with a grin.
"I've got it," she replied quickly, adjusting her grip on the box and holding it out of his reach. A playful glint danced in her eyes as she giggled. "It's a surprise for later," she added, flashing him a mysterious smile. Before Naruto could question her further, she bounced up the stairs, the bulky winter coat she wore swaying behind her.
"See you later, bye!" Sakura called over her shoulder, leaving Naruto standing there, puzzled. He chuckled to himself as he watched her disappear, her coat bobbing as she went. It was good fortune that the ship had stored such coats; without them, going on deck in the biting cold would've been unbearable.
"See ya," he mumbled under his breath, still curious about her sudden change in behavior. Over the last few days, Naruto had noticed a shift between Sakura and Temari. Whether it was good or bad, he couldn't quite tell, but there was no denying that Temari had been avoiding Sakura more often. Even though they still shared the only free cabin on the ship, the nights felt distant. Bundled in their winter coats on the large bed, it was almost as though he was sleeping alone.
Naruto sighed, his breath forming a small cloud in the chilly air. Whatever was going on between the two women, it would sort itself out eventually. But for now, he couldn't shake the feeling that something was brewing just beneath the surface.
Later that day, Temari entered the cabin, her thoughts preoccupied with the captain's invitation to dinner. As she pushed open the door, she stopped in her tracks, eyes narrowing as she spotted Sakura crouched over the large box she'd been carrying earlier. Cables snaked out from the box, disappearing into the wall. Sakura was fiddling with something, her face lit up with a mischievous grin.
"What's this?" Temari asked, raising an eyebrow.
Sakura looked up, clearly pleased with herself. "Oh, this?" She made a show of pressing a button on the top of the box. Within seconds, the device began to hum, a soft glow emanating from it as warm air flooded the room. "It's a room heater. One of the crew asked if we needed one, and I figured... why not?" Sakura beamed as the temperature in the cabin quickly began to rise. She shrugged off her heavy winter coat and tossed it aside with a satisfied sigh.
Temari blinked, feeling the warmth seep into the previously freezing room. The chill was replaced with a comforting heat, not quite the warmth of her desert home but far better than the bone-biting cold they'd endured for days. Grateful for the change, she too began shedding her layers, pulling off her coat and setting it aside.
"Wow, that is nice," Temari admitted, letting out a breath of relief. "Wish you found it sooner. We might finally get some decent sleep without being buried under a mountain of blankets."
"Yeah, me too," Sakura agreed, turning the dial on the heater too high. "So, what's up?" she asked casually, glancing over her shoulder at Temari as the room became even warmer.
"The captain invited us to dinner," Temari explained, moving over to her bag and rummaging through it. "I was going to see what clothes I had. Can't exactly go to dinner in a battle dress."
Sakura giggled, leaning back against the now much warmer wall. "Good point. Well, let's see what you've got. Maybe I'll pick something nice too. It'll be fun."
Temari glanced back at her, a small smile tugging at her lips. The tension between them over the last few days seemed to have eased, at least for now, thanks to the welcome comfort of the heater.
Looking through her mission bag, Temari quickly realized she hadn't packed anything suitable for a social gathering. Holding up a clean battle dress identical to the one she was already wearing, she sighed. She'd have to look like a shinobi, not the newest wife of a clan head.
"You know," Sakura said with a mischievous glint, "the ship's cargo is full of Hyuga silk. Why don't we go down there and see what we can find? I'm sure the captain won't mind if we 'borrow' a few things." She grinned, already reaching for her coat.
Temari hesitated for a second, but the idea was too tempting to resist. Grabbing her coat, she followed Sakura into the ship's hold, their footsteps echoing in the dark, narrow passageways. It felt like a secret treasure hunt as they rummaged through crates, their laughter breaking the quiet of the ship.
After plenty of sneaking around, pulling silks from boxes, and giggling like mischievous schoolgirls, they returned to the cabin, arms full of fine fabric.
…
As the doors to the captain's quarters opened, the room fell into a stunned silence. Temari and Sakura entered, both wearing the finest Hyuga silk kimonos they had discovered in the ship's hold. The fabrics shimmered under the dim lighting, the elegant patterns and rich colors making them look as though they had stepped straight out of a legend.
Temari's kimono was a deep jade green, embroidered with delicate golden swirls reminiscent of desert winds, her blonde hair cascading down her back, framing her strong but graceful features. Sakura, by contrast, wore a soft pink and silver kimono that complemented her rose-colored hair, which she had pinned up with a few loose strands framing her face. The two of them moved with an air of regal elegance, their usual fierceness replaced by an ethereal grace that left every man at the table speechless.
Naruto, seated at the table, blinked in surprise, his eyes darting between them as they approached. They took their seats on either side of him, the delicate silk rustling softly as they settled in. He scratched the back of his head, unsure of what to say, but before the awkward silence could stretch any further, Jiraiya let out a loud, amused chuckle.
"Well, don't you two clean up nice," he said with a mischievous grin. "I'd say the ship just got a whole lot brighter!" His joke broke the tension, and the men at the table quickly recovered, laughter rippling through the room.
The captain, a grizzled man with salt-and-pepper hair, smiled warmly as he raised his cup of sake. "A toast, then! To find company, good fortune, and safe travels ahead!" Everyone joined in, clinking their cups together before taking a hearty sip.
As the night wore on, the atmosphere shifted into a party with drinks flowing and the captain, a born storyteller, regaled them with tales of his wild adventures—pirate encounters, near-death experiences, and hidden treasures. The crew laughed heartily, and even Naruto found himself swept up in the energy of the evening, his earlier tension forgotten.
Jiraiya, as expected, kept the jokes flowing, keeping everyone entertained with his exaggerated tales of past missions. Temari and Sakura, their earlier tension put aside for the moment, joined in the laughter, relaxing as they drank their share of the sake. For a brief time, the ship's icy voyage across the Gold Sea was forgotten, replaced by the simple joy of shared stories and the bond of companionship.
As the three young shinobi made their way back to their cabin, laughter echoed in the narrow hallways, their steps lightened by drink and the warmth of the evening. Temari and Sakura, more than a little drunk, leaned into each other, giggling at some half-forgotten joke as they stumbled through the door.
The instant they entered the room, they were greeted by a wave of delicious warmth, the room heater working perfectly. Temari twirled with a laugh, her kimono swirling around her legs before she kicked off her shoes. "Thank god," she sighed, feeling the heat wash over her, banishing the cold from their dinner.
Sakura, not to be outdone, tugged at her obi with a mischievous grin. With a casual flick, the silk fabric unraveled, and her kimono slid off her shoulders, pooling around her feet. She stood there, in bright pink panties and a thin chemise that barely grazed the top of her navel, the cool silk now forgotten in the warmth of the room.
Naruto, trailing behind, blinked as he watched the two women in front of him. He shut the door quietly, trying to not stare as his eyes lingered on Sakura and Temari's carefree grace.
"I guess you're ready for bed then?" Naruto asked, his voice low and teasing, as he tossed aside his jacket.
Sakura shot him a look, her cheeks flushed from more than just the alcohol, as she bent over giving him a show as she moved her kimono aside. "Well, we've been bundled up like snowmen for days. I think we deserve to relax."
Temari, still spinning slightly from the effects of the sake, collapsed onto the bed with a laugh, her golden hair fanning out behind her as she kicked and wiggled off the last of her clothing matching Sakura but with white and white underwear. "I'm just happy I don't have to sleep under fifty layers of blankets tonight."
The heat in the room wasn't just from the heater anymore, as Naruto moved closer to the bed, drawn in by the two women who now seemed all too comfortable in their shared space.
"You both looked great tonight," he murmured, his tone letting them know it wasn't just the kimonos at dinner he was talking about.
Temari rolled onto her side, letting him know without a doubt that she wasn't wearing a bra. Propping her head up with one hand, she watched him with a lazy smile. "Maybe it's time you joined us. Aren't you hot?" Her voice dripped with a teasing sultriness, her eyes flicking toward Sakura, who was sprawled comfortably on the other side of the bed.
Naruto's gaze flickered over to Sakura, who lay on her back, her bright pink panties contrasting sharply with the soft glow from the heater. The sight was intoxicating, especially knowing she, like Temari, had chosen to forego a bra, her nipples subtly outlined against the fabric of her chemise. The heat in the room was rising, and it had nothing to do with the heater.
Naruto couldn't help but grin as he stripped down to his boxers, feeling the heat of the room mixed with the tension that crackled in the air. He turned off the light, leaving only the soft glow from the heater and the faint moonlight streaming through the small window. Crawling into the middle of the bed, he lay between them, his heart pounding as he waited, hoping one of the girls would make the first move.
But as Temari rolled into him, pressing her warm body against his side, and Sakura snuggled in from the other, the soft sounds of their steady breathing filled the room. Naruto froze, staring up at the ceiling in disbelief.
They were asleep. Or, more likely, passed out from all the sake. Temari's arm draped lazily over his chest, her breath soft and even, while Sakura's head rested against his shoulder, her hand loosely curled around his waist. Both were completely still, lost in deep, peaceful slumber.
Naruto sighed, his earlier anticipation fading as the reality of the situation hit him. "Now what am I supposed to do?" he thought, now fully awake, lying between his two sleeping women, feeling the irony of it all. The warmth of the room, the softness of the bed, and the steady rhythm of their breathing should have been comforting, but instead, it left him wide-eyed, wondering how he ended up here without the night taking the turn he'd imagined.
Stuck between the two women, Naruto let out a silent, exasperated sigh, resigned to his fate. He lay there, wide awake, staring at the ceiling. "Well, this isn't how I thought things would go," he thought to himself, feeling the room's heat grow stifling as he was wedged between his two sleeping girls.
As the night wore on, exhaustion finally pulled him under, and he drifted into a deep sleep. In his dream, a figure he couldn't see moved over him, their hands gentle and teasing. He felt the unmistakable sensation of his boxers being pulled down, a rush of heat flooding through him as his body responded to the touch.
He felt warm breath against his skin, sending shivers down his spine. The sensation of a tongue flicking over him was intoxicating, and he instinctively bucked his hips, craving more. It was a mix of desire and fantasy, and he lost himself in the feeling, not wanting to wake up from this dream.
Every stroke and flick of the tongue heightened his arousal, a wave of heat pooling in his core. His body responded instinctively, bucking against the unseen mouth, craving more of that sweet, intimate touch. In this dream world, he was lost in pleasure, the lines between reality and fantasy blurring as he surrendered to the sensations that consumed him.
"Please…" he murmured softly, desperate for more, unaware of the reality unfolding around him in the dimly lit room, he was getting so close to release and then they would pull back.
Naruto jolted awake, the sensations still fresh from his dream, only to be met with an even more shocking reality. Looking down, he saw a familiar pink head of hair bobbing between his legs, Sakura's mouth moving rhythmically up and down his length bringing him close and then pausing over and over...
His breath hitched in his throat, heart raced as he processed the sight before him. The warmth of her mouth felt heavenly, better than the dream. He glanced to the side and saw Temari, her eyes still closed, but one of her legs stretched out over his, Sakura's hand running slowly up and down her thigh.
The scene ignited a fire within him, an overwhelming desire. Naruto's mind raced as he tried to wrap his head around what was happening, every nerve ending alight with excitement. "Is this happening?" he thought, the reality sinking in as he felt Sakura's tongue swirl around him, sending waves of pleasure coursing through his body.
He was caught between disbelief and raw lust, his body instinctively arching toward her, craving more.
As Sakura took him completely into her warm mouth, she simultaneously slid her hand up Temari's leg, slipping beneath the fabric of her panties. The moment her fingers found Temari's soft and surprisingly smooth pussy, the blond let out a soft moan in her sleep, completely unaware of the unfolding scene around her.
Naruto's breath quickened, watching in awe as Sakura's head moved rhythmically over him, her mouth working its magic while her fingers danced with purpose between Temari's legs. The way she matched her strokes on him with her teasing touches to Temari sent waves of pleasure coursing through his body.
Temari shifted slightly in her sleep, lost in a dream of blissful sensation as Sakura's chakra-infused touch ignited something deep within her. The warmth and pleasure blended with the surreal nature of her dreams, making it feel like she was being worshipped, caressed by an unseen presence.
Caught in the electric atmosphere, Naruto felt a surge of pleasure as he surrendered to the sensations, lost in the rhythm that Sakura had expertly established. Each movement brought them closer, but Sakura knew the signs and pulled away just before he could explode, teasing him with a knowing smile.
Looking up at him, she winked before kissing his balls, each soft touch sending waves of desire through him. She then sat up slowly, ensuring Temari remained undisturbed in her dream state. With careful hands, Sakura slid Temari's panties down her long, supple legs, the fabric whispering against her skin as it slipped away.
Temari, deep in her dream, instinctively rolled onto her stomach, her hips rising slightly in response. Sakura took this opportunity to run both hands along Temari's back, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath her fingertips. She encouraged Temari to arch her back, creating a perfect position for what was to come.
With a deep breath, Sakura positioned herself behind Temari, her hands exploring the curves of the other woman's body. As she gently caressed Temari's soft thighs, she leaned forward, her breath warm against Temari's skin. Sakura's movements were fluid and intentional, ensuring that the blond remained in her dream state while also stoking the fire between them.
Sakura's fingers danced teasingly along Temari's hips sparks of chakra dancing on her fingertips, tracing the delicate curves as she relished the feeling of the warm skin beneath her touch. The room was suffused with a soft glow from the heater, creating an intimate cocoon that wrapped around them.
Slowly, she pushed Temari's legs apart, exposing her to the cool air that contrasted with the heat radiating from their bodies. Temari shifted slightly in her sleep, her breathing deepening, as if responding to an unseen presence that lingered behind her. Sakura couldn't help but admire her beauty—the way her body moved so effortlessly, the gentle swell of her backside beckoning for more. They always said Termari had perfect breasts but Sakura would argue that her ass was near perfect as well.
With a soft gasp of anticipation, Sakura leaned down, her breath ghosting over Temari's most sensitive spots. She pressed a warm kiss to the small of Temari's back, trailing her lips lower until she reached the soft skin of her thighs. The blonde's body quivered at the touch, and Sakura smiled to herself, knowing that this dream would always be remembered.
Sakura's fingers continued to explore, squeezing the round cheeks and brushing teasingly against Temari's every wetter core. The warmth radiated from her, and the growing smell of her lust gave Sakura a rush of excitement at being the one to draw forth this reaction from the normally reserved sand princess. She slipped a finger inside, eliciting a soft moan from Temari, though she remained blissfully unaware of the reality around her.
Encouraged, Sakura easily added another finger, her movements slow and deliberate, coaxing out every drop of pleasure she could from Temari's body. She could feel Naruto's eyes on her, the heat of his gaze igniting a fire within her, as her juices ran down her thigh. She continued her hand movements, and she stole glances at him, savoring the way he watched—both amazed and enthralled by the scene unfolding before him with Temari's soft moans filling the room.
Temari shifted again, her body instinctively arching into Sakura's touch, her subconscious urging her to push back into the pleasure. Sakura leaned in closer, placing soft kisses on both cheeks trying to coax her deeper into this world of sensations.
"Just let go," she murmured, her voice sultry and inviting. With each movement, Sakura increased the intensity of her chakra, her fingers working in tandem to bring Temari closer to the edge of her dream. She was lost in the rhythm of their bodies, each gasping breath, each soft sigh, and Naruto's hungry gaze adding to the intoxicating atmosphere.
Naruto couldn't take it anymore and drew closer, his breath hitching in anticipation as he maneuvered behind Sakura. He felt her body shift slightly, giving him more access, and the excitement coursed through him like wildfire. Her smooth ass was high in the air as if asking for it, begging for it as he ran his hands smoothly over her rear.
As he pressed against her, he whispered, "Sakura," his voice was low and filled with urgency. She turned her head slightly, meeting his gaze with a knowing smile that sent a shiver down his spine. The unspoken agreement hung heavy in the air, electrifying the space between them.
Sakura, still engaged with Temari, pushed her hips back against Naruto, urging him closer. Feeling emboldened, he reached out, his hands finding Sakura's hips, anchoring himself as he aligned himself with her. The anticipation mounted as he felt the heat emanating from Sakura's core.
Temari, still blissfully lost in her dream, shifted her body further into the bed raising her hips even higher, unknowingly inviting more of their shared exploration. Naruto's heart raced as he shared a glance with Sakura, her eyes sparkling with mischief and desire. She nodded, and he took that as a signal to proceed.
With a quick thrust, he entered Sakura, feeling her warmth envelop him completely. The sensation was overwhelming, and he let out a low groan, feeling her body adjust around him. Temari's body, still under Sakura's touch, responded as if she was joined to them, with Sakura's chakra flooding her system she felt every, and Naruto couldn't help but feel the intoxicating connection between all three of them.
As Naruto and Sakura established their rhythm, the atmosphere in the room thickened with tension and desire. Naruto felt every pulse of pleasure resonating through him as he and Sakura moved together, their bodies syncing in an instinctual dance fueled by lust and passion.
Sakura, lost in the moment, let out soft moans, urging him on as her hands continued to caress Temari. She was both overwhelmed and exhilarated, feeling the dual connection with both Naruto and Temari, amplifying her pleasure.
Temari remained blissfully unaware of the reality surrounding her, deep in her dream world where every touch lit up her dream world. The combination of Sakura's gentle exploration and the energy swirling around them was enough to keep her body responding, even as she slept.
Naruto leaned forward, resting his hands on Sakura's waist for leverage, feeling her warmth radiate against him. He buried his face into the soft strands of her hair, inhaling her scent—sweet and intoxicating. The sight of Temari beneath them lost in the sensations Sakura was providing, only heightened his arousal.
Sakura turned her head slightly, their eyes locking once again. With a sly smile, she teased, "I think she likes what we're doing," nodding towards Temari. The sight of their companion in such a state only fueled Naruto's desire, and he felt a surge of adrenaline, propelling him to move deeper and faster the room echoing with the slapping sounds of his efforts.
Each thrust brought them closer to a precipice, even as he did his best to hold back for one more minute. The room was filled with the sounds of their pleasure, a symphony of soft gasps, moans, and the rhythmic slapping of skin against skin.
"Just like this," Sakura whispered breathlessly, urging him to push further, both in their physical connection and the electric tension filling the room. The intimacy shared between the three of them felt powerful, weaving their desires into an unbreakable bond, even if just for the night.
Sakura felt a surge of excitement as she shifted her focus, her fingers gliding away from Temari's core. Instead, she leaned in closer, her warm breath tickling Temari's lower lips. The moment her tongue made contact, a jolt of pleasure rippled through Temari's body, drawing soft gasps from her even as she remained lost in her dream.
Placing her hands on either cheek she spread Temari wide and with deliberate, teasing movements, Sakura explored the sensitive flesh, her tongue flicking and swirling in ways that elicited deeper, more desperate sighs from Temari. Each deliberate caress ignited a fire within her, sending her further into bliss.
Naruto's breath hitched as he watched, entranced by the scene unfolding before him. The way Sakura's mouth worked on Temari, the flush on her cheeks, and the sheer ecstasy radiating from Temari drew him in completely. He could see the pleasure wash over Temari's face, even in her dreamlike state, as Sakura's tongue continued its tantalizing dance.
"Let go," Sakura murmured, her voice low and sultry as she paused for a moment to look back at Naruto, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She was fully aware of the effect she was having, the delicious tension in the air thickening as their desires intertwined.
With a renewed fervor, Sakura returned to her ministrations, her tongue teasingly delving deeper. She could feel the heat building, not just in Temari but within herself as well, each movement taking them closer to their shared pleasure. Temari instinctively arched her back, seeking more of the sensations that washed over her like waves, her body surrendering to the moment.
As Sakura continued completely absorbed in the pleasure she was giving, Temari's body began to stir. The warmth enveloping her, combined with the exquisite sensations, pulled her slowly from the depths of her dream. Just as she felt the familiar flicker of consciousness, she instinctively rolled over, her body craving more of a connection.
In that instant, she was met with the startling sight of Naruto's wide eyes, filled with a mix of shock and desire. The slapping sounds of what was happening and the warmth of the room, coupled with the overwhelming sensations, brought her fully into reality, and she blinked against the soft glow of the heater, confusion dancing in her gaze.
"Wha—?" Temari began, but the words caught in her throat as she noticed Sakura hovering above her, a look of pure lust dancing across her features.
The realization hit Temari like a bolt of lightning—this wasn't a dream. She felt the remnants of pleasure coursing through her, a warm echo of what had just transpired. Her cheeks flushed a deep shade of crimson as she processed the scene before her, her mind racing between embarrassment and need.
Naruto, still caught off guard, felt a mix of exhilaration. The room was thick with an electric tension, and he couldn't tear his eyes away from Temari as he continued to thrust into Sakura, Temari's expression shifting from confusion to a seductive smile.
"Looks like you weren't just dreaming after all," Sakura teased, a playful glint in her eye. She leaned closer to Temari, her voice sultry as she added, "We were just getting started."
The air crackled with possibility as Temari looked between them, her initial shock giving way to a burgeoning sense of desire. With a playful grin, she fell back against the pillows, inviting them both to do whatever they wanted, her boundaries crumbled as she waited to see what happened next.
As Naruto continued his tantalizing rhythm, the atmosphere thick with desire, Sakura felt an exhilarating surge of inspiration. With a mischievous glint in her eyes, she activated her jutsu, "Large Tongue Jutus" she called out feeling the familiar chakra ripple through her body as her tongue began to elongate.
Without missing a beat, she shifted her attention back to Temari, now resting on her back, her features softened in a serene slumber. Sakura's extended tongue glided over Temari's lower lips, long and soft the tongue moved as if it was alive on its own Temari's first reaction was shock then a long low moan filled the room as Sakura's tongue teasingly traced delicate patterns as she explored. The added length allowed her to savor every inch, enveloping Temari's sensitive areas with a blend of warmth and tantalizing pressure. Then with a growl-like sound, Sakura pushed forward entering Temari and pressing her lips into her lower ones as her tongue searched for and soon found that nub of nerves to send Temari over the top.
Naruto's breaths hitched as he watched, the sight of Sakura's exploration both mesmerizing and incredibly arousing. He could feel the tension building within him, the two women before him driving him wild with desire. Sakura, fully engrossed in her task, worked diligently to ensure that Temari would soon reach an overwhelming wave of pleasure.
As Sakura licked and caressed, her tongue weaving in and out, using all seven inches with practice skill she glanced back at Naruto, a smirk playing on her lips, silently inviting him to lose himself in the moment. The rhythm of their bodies intermingled—his thrusts against her while her tongue lavished attention on Temari, creating a perfect dance of ecstasy. Every one of his thrusts was pushing her ever deeper into Temari.
As Sakura's tongue continued its tantalizing dance, Temari's body began to respond instinctively as she pulled her legs up and back into her chest. Each deliberate stroke sent waves of pleasure coursing through her, drawing her deeper into a dream she didn't want to escape.
"Please," she breathed, a soft moan escaping her lips, more, I am so close. The sensations were intoxicating, building inside her like a tide ready to crash.
Sakura, sensing the shift in Temari's body, increased the pace, her elongated tongue now exploring with fervor, curling and teasing in ways that drove Temari wild. The world around them faded into oblivion as the only thing that mattered was the heat pooling within Temari, igniting every nerve ending.
With a final flick of her tongue, Sakura coaxed Temari to the brink, the blonde's back arching as the pressure peaked. "Yes! Oh, yes!" Temari gasped, her body trembling as the wave of pleasure broke over her, washing her in ecstasy like anything she had felt before.
The sound of her cries filled the room, a symphony of bliss that only fueled Naruto's desire as he continued.
As Naruto felt the heat build within him, he continued to move with Sakura, lost in the rhythm they had established together. Her warm body surrounded him, each thrust igniting a wave of pleasure that coursed through him. He could feel her heartbeat racing in sync with his, and the shared intensity pulled him deeper into their intimate connection.
Sakura's breaths came in soft gasps, each one urging him on as her fingers traced delicate patterns over Temari's body. She leaned forward, whispering husky words of encouragement into his ear, her voice like velvet against his skin. "Just like that... don't stop," she breathed, feeling his movements quicken.
With each thrust, Naruto's gaze drifted to Temari, who lay oblivious yet deeply responsive beneath them. Her body arched instinctively as if she could sense the pleasure radiating from their union. The sight fueled him further, stirring a primal desire to not only satisfy Sakura but to bring Temari into their world of ecstasy.
As Naruto continued, he watched as Sakura's tongue slipped out, flicking against Temari's core. The sensation sent shockwaves through the blond, her body responding to the dual pleasure. "Oh, yes," she murmured, lost in all of the pleasure.
Sakura, still entwined with Naruto, increased the intensity of her movements, her tongue working magic as it danced over Temari's most sensitive spots. The sounds of their passion filled the room, mixing with Temari's soft moans that hinted at her reaching her peak once again.
"Together," Naruto urged, feeling himself nearing the edge. The heat between them intensified, and he thrust harder, matching the rhythm of Sakura's tongue against Temari.
With a final push, the pleasure reached its peak for Naruto, his breath hitching as he surrendered to the waves of ecstasy crashing over him. At the same moment, he could feel Sakura's body tightening around him, both of them teetering on the brink of release, while Temari joined them, caught in the throes of a shared climax.
Naruto's breath was still heavy, his body warm from the afterglow as he slowly withdrew, careful not to push Sakura too much, Sakura, whose body had relaxed against Temari's belly, her chest rising and falling with each breath.
Sakura, with a lazy grin, shifted her attention back to Temari. With a gentle touch, she peeled away Temari's top, exposing her chest to the cool air of the room. The blonde stirred only slightly, still lost in the remnants of her last climax. Sakura moved up and settled herself against Temari's bare chest, resting her head on her breast, her hand softly tracing the curve of her other.
"Perfect, they are perfect," said Sakura half awake in her own world full of pleasure.
Naruto watched the two girls in quiet awe, the rawness of their shared experience gave way to a deeper, quieter moment. Sakura let out a contented sigh, her fingers still gently stroking Temari's skin as she closed her eyes, wrapping her lips around the hard nipple she found under her cheek.
Temari, though overwhelmed by the intense sensations coursing through her body, was far from asleep. Her breaths were shallow, her heart still racing as she lay back, her mind trying to catch up with the overwhelming pleasure she'd just experienced. She stared down at Sakura, feeling her lips softly teasing her chest, the warmth of her touch grounding her in the aftermath of it all.
Her fingers twitched slightly as she tried to move, but her body felt too heavy, too overcome by the pleasure still lingering in her limbs. She watched as Sakura's head rested on her breast, the strands of pink hair falling messily across her skin. There was something almost hypnotic in the way Sakura's lips moved, her hand tenderly tracing her curves, keeping Temari suspended in this strange mixture of satisfaction and vulnerability.
For a moment, their eyes met—Sakura glanced up at her with that lazy grin, the look in her eyes full of contentment, desire, and something else Temari couldn't quite place. It was an unspoken connection between them, one that didn't need words. Temari couldn't help but feel a warmth in her chest beyond the physical sensation as she took in the sight of Sakura's head nestled against her, the pink-haired kunoichi's lips still grazing her skin.
"You're... something else," Temari whispered breathlessly, her voice shaky but full of sincerity, unsure if Sakura even heard her through the haze.
"So…." said Naruto pausing to see if they were listening, "Do you want to go again?" he asked as both girls looked over at him still fulling hard and ready to go.
Sakura pulled her head up and looked at Temari, "I am willing if you are?" she said with a grin.
"Oh why the hell not." said Temari, "But this time, I am on top." rolling over and pinning Sakura down on the bed.
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Someone asked me why I haven't continued this story with sexy parts, I hope you enjoyed it.