Tenten lay across the freshly laundered sheets, her hair spread across the pillows behind her. A cluster of the Hyuga clan's servants – all female, all clad in white – had shaven all the stray hairs from her tanned skin and scrubbed every vestige of grime from her body. Her nerves sang with newfound sensitivity from the workings of their brushes, razors and washclothes. The faint scent of perfume wafted from the bedsheets and from her still-damp hair.
Now the servants had dispersed, and only her husband-to-be remained standing at the bedside. Neji's white eyes flickered down Tenten's body, lingering on the "V" where the two halves of her red silk robe crossed over her breasts. Soon, other hands would untie the sash on her robe and slip it over her shoulders. Other lips would kiss the hollow behind her ear and other hands would caress her breasts. Her lover remained silent while he probably imagined his white-eyed relatives taking their pleasure from her body.
"Hey," Tenten ventured. "You doing alright there?"
If alright's even the best word to use, she thought. She doubted Neji would give much more than a grunt, or an as well as I could be doing. The claiming ritual was a precondition of their marriage, so that Tenten could join the clan as one born outside it. Well, as a woman born outside it. Men weren't expected to fuck their ways through the clan's eligible young women before becoming Hyugas.
To her surprise, Neji laughed into his fist. His hacking laugh broke the thick air around them, and Tenten managed a lopsided smile that appeared to give Neji little reassurance.
"That's what you think to ask?"
"I mean...I guess I wasn't expecting you to be in love with the idea of...you know, sharing with the family."
Neji had spoken the rationalizations for the ritual through locked teeth when he approached her to ask consent. I would understand if this stops you from marrying me, he'd said, at the end of it all. In my opinion, they should really have no right to demand this of you. By using her for their pleasure and potential breeding, the men of the Hyuga clan would claim her as part of the clan, unified in body and by law. And were his wife to conceive during the ritual, Neji would uphold his commitment to the clan by agreeing to raise the child as his own.And whatever his objections to ceding the wedding night, Neji recognized that their marriage would remain an exclusive bond so long as they wished to keep it that way.
"It's not the entire family, Tenten. Only my uncle and several of my cousins, all unmarried. Setting aside the literal word of the law, there's no way they would subject you to six dozen men. Truth is, I doubt most of them would want to be part of this. Nor would their wives approve."
"Ha, I wouldn't, if I were them."
The beginnings of a laugh bubbled up from the base of Tenten's throat. She imagined the dinner conversations between husbands and wives on whether they could join the clan-mandated ritual, or whether they should. She wanted to ask the obvious question – if the clan could throw aside the literal interpretation of the laws so readily, then couldn't they set aside the arcane ritual altogether? Fucking Neji's young fiancee one after the other seemed to run counter to Hyuga manners. The clan valued purity, self-restraint and chastity so highly that Tenten could hardly believe anything like the ritual was part of their established practice. Though to call it an established practice strained the definition of the term. The last time the law was enforced had been decades ago, in the village's early days. Tenten could imagine the prospect of giving her body over for one night repelled most would-be brides from joining via marriage.
"I...can't picture that myself. I can hardly fault their reluctance."
Neji's voice quivered. Tenten squeezed his hand and pressed it to her lips. She considered whether to sit up in bed to kiss him, long and deep, but decided she shouldn't mess up her careful preparations. Clan law dictated that the bride array herself – fully plucked and cleaned – in the couple's marital bed with her head back, arms and legs spread. The arrival of Hiashi Hyuga and the others of her "welcome party" approached, and Neji would need to leave. Clearing the room was a show of trust and loyalty on the husband's behalf, one Neji wasn't eager to give.
Tenten scrambled for something to say in the remaining minutes they had together. One night, then we get the rest of our lives? No, that devalued the intimate acts undertaken between man and woman. Husbands and wives of over a decade had split over one night's infidelity, regardless of how loyal they'd been before. Tenten settled for an I love you, spoken plainly but with what she hoped would be enough heart.
"I love you, too," Neji sighed. "I'll be in the next room over. Trying to...hold it together."
Her lover didn't need to station himself one thin wall away from their bedroom, where his future wife lay in their bed getting fucked by his extended family. The Hyuga laws were silent on the husband's location during the ritual, other than not in the room, where he couldn't watch or involve himself. Tenten parted her lips to say she would rather he find some peace in the compound's gardens, or stroll through the village's lamplit streets. The sounds of colliding skin and guttural moans would only remind him of yet another thing taken by his clan.Perhaps the mandate of absence was meant as a mercy for the unfortunate man. On her end, the knowledge that Neji sat just out of view – able to hear nearly everything – compounded the humiliation she would suffer.
"Okay. You know where I'll be," Tenten answered after a pause.
Tenten refrained from asking Neji to remove himself further. She knew of his streak of neuroticism well enough to see that ignorance of the night's proceedings wouldn't bring him much relief. Not hearing – and not knowing – would allow his anxious mind to concoct all kinds of terrible scenarios. What if they violated her, wrenching her body to grant them continued access against her will? What if Tenten enjoyed the ritual a little too much?
Before Neji could speak again, a knock on the doorframe jolted Tenten from her thoughts. On the door's other side, Hiashi Hyuga requested permission to enter in his cool, mellow voice. It was an unnecessary courtesy, when he owned every inch of the compound and the couple had already agreed to the ritual. Neji released a long, rattling breath before rising from her bedside to meet his uncle. How unfortunate that their bedroom had only one door, forcing Neji to pass those who would have his lover for the night. Closing her eyes, Tenten rallied herself so the Hyuga men currently at the door would meet a stoic young woman, not a jittery girl.
"Good evening, Neji," Hiashi said. "I will send a servant to notify you when you may re-enter."
"No need, uncle. I intend to stay in the next room over."
In contrast to Neji's unaffected monotone, Hiashi choked and stammered out that he supposed there was nothing wrong with that. The normally aloof Hyuga clan head's display of embarrassment roused dry amusement in Tenten, though the patter of more footsteps across the floorboards reminded her of her rather unamusing position. Beneath her silk robe, she wore nothing – not a shred of undergarments or a whisper of hair to cover her skin. Tenten lay exposed, practically naked before these near-strangers coming to complete their duty. Soon, she would be naked. Heat flashed in her core at the thought of multiple men spilling their seed inside her, using her for a toy.
Her eyelids fluttered upon Hiashi's approach at the side of the bed. He cleared his throat when he announced himself, as if self-conscious. Tenten opened her eyes to meet the dark blue cotton of Hiashi's yukata before lifting her head to meet his gaze. He pinched the corners of his lips in a dry smile.
"Miss Sato...uh, Tenten...would you like any water or light refreshments before we begin?"
"Oh, I'm alright. Wouldn't want to mess this up after – after it took so much time getting me all prettied up," she laughed.
"Suit yourself." Hiashi's eyes darted back and forth across the room as if she'd thwarted his wish for a few minutes before beginning a dreaded ordeal. "I suppose I should inform you that the clan head has...um, first rights at the start of the ritual. Otherwise, we'll try to make the evening as painless as possible for you."
Behind Hiashi, half a dozen white-eyed, dark haired Hyuga men stood, shifting their weight side to side or toying with their hands. She wondered whether the ritual included time for introductions before she'd know their exposed bodies from head to toe. If not, she'd probably grow to know their names and faces in the years she spent married to Neji, perhaps even their families and personalities.
"O-okay."
"I promise not to hurt you. If you ever feel pain or wish for a break, don't hesitate to say so."
Hiashi's long, white fingers traced a line down her upper arm. They resembled Neji's, except for the emerging wrinkles on his skin and the prominent knobs of his knuckles. The quiver in Hiashi's voice gave Tenten odd comfort. They were equals in their apprehension. Hiashi didn't seem to be a venal clan head taking advantage of clan laws to fuck a young, pretty body. She gave him a tight smile, to inform him that she'd also endeavor to make the night painless for him.
"Yeah, I'll say something," Tenten stammered. "If it comes to that."
Her mind jumped to Neji, stationed next door. If he heard her protest, no doubt he'd violate the covenant and spring to her aid. The flurry of violence, heat and noise to follow would mark a wedding night to remember. She imagined Hiashi might have envisioned the same possibility when he heard Neji declare his intention to remain close. That would partially explain Hiashi's discomfort, beyond the usual considerations of modesty.
Hiashi accepted Tenten's answer as consent to begin preparing her. As he drew closer, Tenten's pulse jumped into her throat and her view of her surroundings blurred. The mattress sank next to her as he reclined on his side almost like a lover admiring her form. Hiashi's fingertips traced along the collar of Tenten's robe, his thumb slipping beneath the silken fabric to touch her bare skin. Hiashi dipped his head forward to press puckered lips to the space between Tenten's brows, drawing a gasp from her. The gesture seemed far too intimate for a ritual centered on the act of fucking, and secondarily on breeding children for the clan. A shiver ran across her skin as she continued to lay limp, paralyzed by the shock.
She'd pictured nothing but meat on meat, the mechanical give and take of man and woman interlocked. Beneath the careful wording of clan laws and her careful preparation for their consumption, Tenten had anticipated being used in much the same way as a training dummy or tool. Fucked, soiled, then discarded for her husband to claim the sloppy seconds.
Another kiss followed, this time on the tip of her nose. She sighed when the first kiss met her lips. The feather-light brush of his lips left tingles behind. Hiashi's lips were soft, dry. A little chapped around the edges. On instinct, Tenten's hand lifted to brace against Hiashi's shoulder when he raised his head to appraise her reaction. The trail of kisses seemed calibrated to arouse her, though they had the awkward cadence of a man who hadn't practiced intimacy in a long time.
"Is anything the matter?"
Hiashi's hand settled on the outer edge of her cheek, his brow furrowed.
"No. No, just surprised."
"I should ask whether you've ever been with a man before," Hiashi ventured. "Traditionally, the bride and groom would remain chaste until...well, until the eve of their marriage...but I understand that times are different now. If you and Neji haven't been together, I'll take extra care to –"
"I've been with Neji before. Nobody else, though."
Tenten rushed to assert her experience. Whether it was to reassure Hiashi or establish herself as a mature woman, she couldn't say. Hiashi swallowed, the lump of bone in his neck bobbing once. Still, despite the numerous times the lovers had fucked – in the woods around the training grounds, in her bedroom, on missions – a new experience awaited her. New forms of pleasure, too, she thought with a jolt. With multiple men taking her back-to-back, she'd have continuous stimulation unbounded by the stamina or appetites of one man. That was one of Neji's limitations, no matter how much he loved her.
"You can kiss me again," she whispered. "I'm ready."
Hiashi's hands and lips descended on Tenten's face and body again. His hands reached above her head to pin her forearms against the pillow, leaving her at his mercy. Tongues tangled and lips roamed down her neck, stalling above her collarbone to suck and bite. The arousal drove her to wrap one leg around Hiashi's back and hook his opposite leg with her ankle. Tenten closed her eyes to savor the sensations building in her core. Her body burned for more – not only of Hiashi, but of the other Hyuga who accompanied him. Whore, slut, cheating little bitch. The words crossed Tenten's mind in an unwelcome stream as she considered how Neji would perceive her arousal, what her parents would say. You're about to get married for fuck's sake. But she still choked out please when Hiashi's hand untied her sash. At some point, an unfamiliar set of hands tangled in her hair.
When Hiashi slipped her robe over one shoulder, Tenten abandoned the guilt pooling in her stomach because she needed this. Chill air hit the tops of her breasts, which soon met Hiashi's hungry touches. Regardless of right or wrong, she craved more hands on her, more lips caressing her sensitive hollows. Neji was one man who could only touch, grab, kiss or lick so much of her at once. Tenten's breath hitched with a suppressed whimper, held back for the sake of her lover beyond the wall. When the newcomer touched his lips to the back of her hand and kissed a meandering line down her forearm, Tenten knew she would soon fold. Maybe by some miracle, the thin walls would muffle the sounds of her pleasure.
"This is meant equally to be an opportunity for us to serve you, and welcome you into our family," an unfamiliar nasal voice – probably the man whose hands now wound through her hair – cut in from the bed's right side. "If there's anything you've found that you...ah, especially like, tell me. Or, I suppose we might discover through experience."
Tenten lolled her head to the side while Hiashi buried his face in the sensitive hollow beneath the corner of her jaw. The tip of his tongue darted out to flicker over her pulse, driving her to arch her back to press into his body. A direct line seemed to run from the place where Hiashi kissed her to the ball of buzzing nerves in her lower core. Through her half-lidded eyes, Tenten glimpsed a young man – one who appeared no more than 10 years her senior – seated on the side of the bed. He wore his black hair in a topknot, his dark robe stark against the white bedsheets.
The young Hyuga man bit back a groan at the sight of Tenten biting her lower lip, a heavy breath escaping through her clenched teeth. Because he lacked a wife, he probably had no opportunity for intimacy with a woman outside the confines of his imagination. He tensed when Tenten brought her hand to his upper thigh, then he kept still until she could encircle his hardening bulge in her grasp.
"Oh, nobody's ever…"
Tenten gave a breathy laugh at the pale pink patches spreading across the tops of his cheeks. The embarrassed Hyuga nevertheless pried his robe apart with fumbling fingers, exposing himself to Tenten's touch. He stiffened in her hand once she gave a single long stroke from his base to his tip, where she lingered on the sensitive crown – the sensitive spot that never failed to make Neji's knees quiver.
"Closer," Tenten breathed out. He obliged, not that she expected anything different. She had a feeling he would have caved to any demands she made, anything to keep this new stream of euphoria going.
He breathed out a curse as she worked her practiced tongue around him. Her lips curled around his tip and she worked the tip of her tongue in circles. A stream of cursing followed, paired with pleas to continue pleasuring him. Despite the strict Hyuga prescriptions on proper decorum, Tenten supposed Hiashi could forgive his break in composure. The halves of her robe splayed open, bringing a rush of air to her flushed skin. Slender fingers worked between her legs, spreading her wetness around the outside of her entrance. Hiashi's fingertips curled into her sweet spot in quick pulses that gave her no reprieve as shivers racked her frame. She heard Hiashi call the young man Hoheto. But the scatterings of conversation around her turned indistinct, pleasure numbing her senses.
Hoheto's breaths turned ragged at the same time she found herself straining for air. The reflexive motions of his hips plunged his length against the back of her throat. The drive to finish seemed to turn him almost feral. Her hand rubbed his balls in delicate motions, gentle enough that the pleasure wouldn't grade into pain.
"Tenten –!" Hoheto Hyuga gasped, when her lips squeezed down on him amid the rising tide of her climax.
She withdrew him from her mouth with a soft pop, returning her hand to its previous place working the base of his length.
The jerks of her hand turned erratic as she lost control over her senses, though that didn't seem to diminish Hoheto's enjoyment. With a few quick tugs of her fingers, his climax arrived, and he found release over the sheets and her clean skin. Drops of warmth landed on her upper cheek and forehead, while more ran down her fingers. Hoheto cleaned her with a tissue from beside the bed, kissing the center of her forehead. His lips accelerated the pounding of her heart, as did the hand stroking the side of her face. Coming seemed to turn him even more affectionate and eager to please than before, and Tenten's head turned light with stirrings of happiness. In the corner of her bleary vision, Tenten watched Hiashi strip with a few quick motions, leaving his clothing at the foot of the bed. His long, pale body laid over her. Hiashi's breaths stirring the hairs framing her face, Tenten gathered her composure for long enough to admit the reality of her situation once again.
Neji's uncle was going to fuck her, and his cousins would take their turns afterward. For one night, the fantasy of being pleasured by so many men and giving it in return wasn't something shameful or forbidden. She had her lover's consent, and the cover of clan law to indulge her desires and theirs. Tenten spread her legs and rolled her hips so Hiashi could slip inside her.
"Are you prepared enough?" Hiashi asked. "I-I can only assume, but seeing as I don't have a woman's body, only you can say."
The pad of his thumb circled the hidden bead between her legs, almost as insurance. A shock ran up Tenten's spine. She nodded, eager for Hiashi to hit all the raw, sensitive places inside her.
"Fuck me," she commanded with a hard edge to her voice.
From her side, the insistent press of another man's hardened length nudged at her breast. Tenten kept her eyes fixated on Hiashi while she encircled the new man in her hand and took him between her lips. Another one of the young Hyuga men must have seen her sucking off his cousin, and craved the same. Above her head, she heard the breathless gasp of a man losing control over his faculties, submitting to the bliss offered by her warm, wet little mouth. Tenten didn't know him by face or name, and part of her reveled in the impersonal exchange of pleasure.
Tenten had no claim to being a proper Hyuga lady while she took one man in her hand and another inside her. She supposed the clan head didn't have much better claim to behaving according to Hyuga manners. Hiashi's hands tightened around her exposed breasts while he drove into her waiting body. Hiashi kept his pace slow at first to offer her body time to acclimate to him – and Tenten conceded that he stretched her entrance somewhat more than her husband-to-be. The vibrations of her muffled moans made the other Hyuga – the one enjoying her mouth – set a quivering hand to the back of her head. He drove himself into her mouth deep enough that her lips felt the coarse hairs between his legs, knocking air from her lungs. While Hiashi fucked her from one end, he seemed to fuck her mouth in parallel. Breathless, Tenten braced her hand against his leg to keep herself stable.
A few more thrusts into her throat and he sank himself in while delivering a hoarse moan that resonated in her ears. Seeking his release with a single-minded, forceful intention, he'd lasted far shorter than Hoheto. The bitter, salty flavor of his cum lingered on the back of Tenten's tongue.
"You're so good, Tenten," he sighed once he withdrew from her mouth, a trail of spit and cum trickling down her lower lip. "Fuck. I've never had anything like that."
Tenten giggled and hummed out a you're welcome.
With her mouth clear, she drew deep, gasping breaths that alternated with Hiashi's grunts. Tenten whimpered out something that sounded like faster, harder. The numbing warmth building between her legs whetted her craving for more stimulation. And as she asked, Hiashi plunged into her with a rumble from deep in his chest, the slap of skin hitting her ears with satisfaction. The force of his weight pressed her into the mattress with every thrust, the springs giving their shrill cries of protest. Tenten found that she enjoyed being at Hiashi's mercies while he lost himself to the heat between her legs.
A third Hyuga man ran his hand up her bare leg, tracing the curve of her lower leg and meandering up the fold of her knee. Tenten identified him as Ko, based on the mellow quality of his voice. He'd accompanied her on several missions previously, and proven himself a capable jounin. Their professional interactions had left him with at most an inkling of how she looked sprawled out naked, getting fucked by his clan head.
Ko caressed the base of her foot with his free hand as if admiring its shape and the way her toes curled against the side of his finger. He lavished attention on her legs and feet in much the same way Neji would have touched her breasts, eagerly filling his senses with their feel and smell. The brush of his supple lips down the arch of her foot made her toes twitch on instinct, sparks running across her sensitive skin. Ko's tongue swept over the side of Tenten's foot and flickered over her ankle. Tenten had never suspected that a man might find arousal from a woman's bare legs and feet. Nor had she ever thought she'd so enjoy having a man touch and kiss them.
At some point, Ko set her foot down so he could undress. Standing at the bed's right corner, Ko draped his yukata over the foot of the bed and slipped his undergarments to the floor. She saw him taking his length in his hand, giving a few quick jerks so he took shape and kept it while he waited. Tenten wondered whether he'd fuck her next, after Hiashi finished and while his seed was still warm inside her.
His ragged breaths filling her ear, Hiashi lowered himself so their chests touched, winding his arms beneath her shoulders for leverage. He'd finish soon, Tenten thought, biting her lower lip. Tenten threw her hands over his upper back to hold him close in the moments before he found release inside her. With their bodies tangled as closely as space allowed, Tenten felt the heave of his chest and back, the fine beads of sweat gathering on his skin. She heard the volume of her voice rise in time with the approach of her own climax, cries of yes and please and oh gods interspersed by incoherent sounds of pleasure.
Tenten released a long breath once Hiashi disengaged from her to lie on the bed's other side. Her limbs remained limp and the bedroom's cool air hit her flushed skin. Tenten's head lolled in Hiashi's direction to see his lips curved upward in a lazy smile, one she met with a lopsided grin. A light flush gave his white skin enough color to erase the wrinkles bunching at the corners of his eyes and along the sides of his face.
"Was it good?" he asked. Hiashi reached a hand to her matted brown hair, giving a bashful laugh when his fingers caught in a knot.
"Y-yeah. Yeah, it was."
After one more deep breath, Hiashi lifted himself from the mattress with a push of his elbow. Waiting for her breaths to steady and her heart to slow, Tenten watched the ceiling – century-old wooden beams joined without a single nail. Eyes closing for a moment, she heard the soft whump and creak that accompanied the next man's arrival. Her quivering thighs parted on instinct when he ran his hand down the crease between her legs. Oh, the yet-faceless Hyuga man breathed out with Ko's mellow inflection. She was already wet from the fucking she'd just taken, and the workings of Hiashi's lips and fingers. The little gasp of excitement tensed Tenten's feet with anticipation, and she reached over to prime Ko – not that his hardness needed encouragement. And so he slid inside her in a single motion.
Every sensation was so much more raw, so much more vivid, as he thrust inside her in the aftermath of her previous round of fucking. It seemed that taking Hiashi had stripped every nerve inside her, and she was now attuned to Ko's every back and forth. Ko collided with the sweet spot inside her over and over until she called his name, called for the gods, called for release. Not a single time did she call for Neji. But between the thumps and creaks of the bed and her rising voice, there remained no doubt that Neji would hear all of it.
Neji sat with his knees pulled against his chest, his chin tucked into the notch between them. He'd passed minutes – or hours, or days – pacing around the small study adjoining his bedroom. He reassured himself that the bedroom would only be for him and Tenten for the remainder of their natural lives once the ritual finished. While he paced, his mind and feet had refused to sit still as if he were a caged animal, though Neji was confined by his own choice. Nothing prohibited him from strolling around the Hyuga compound or leaving its bounds to buy a late night bowl of ramen.
At some point between Hiashi's first turn with Tenten and his second, Neji had exhausted his urge to pace. He had found the only cushioned seat in the entire room, right against the wall that the study shared with his bedroom. The wall at his back vibrated with the motions of the bed – their bed, after tonight was done. Thinking about what was happening to the woman he would marry, the only one he loved, clouded his mind in an angry haze. Worse yet, Neji's ears met the terrible sound of Tenten pleading for one of his cousins to fuck her faster, harder, better. Tenten seemed to forget him altogether, though she'd consented to the humiliating ritual for him.
But amid his paranoia and revulsion, Neji's heart thrummed with a hint of arousal. His breaths quickened when he heard Tenten's cries reach a peak, then fade into a groan after her climax.
Pleasant, tingling heat pooled in his lower core. Neji curled his bare feet against the chair's upholstery, disgusted with himself for somehow relishing what should have been his degradation. A familiar itch tugged at Neji's fingers – the impulse to relieve his urges in the quickest, most instantly gratifying way. Before the nagging voice of his conscience could rebuke him, Neji yanked his pants and undergarments down with a single rough motion of his hand. At the same moment he took himself in his palm, Neji heard another man climb atop the bed, then sink into Tenten. His lover released a shrill gasp, then moaned out fuck me.
Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me. She repeated the words until the syllables lost distinction, her voice ringing in Neji's ears while he pleasured himself. His head rolled back against the wall's wood paneling as pleasure shot up his spine. Hearing the sounds of her arousal made his desire for her grow, while the wall between them turned that desire to frustration. Something about craving the unattainable added to his arousal.
A quick sequence of groans from the opposite side of the wall told him that whoever was fucking his lover had finished. Neji sighed his disappointment. His climax remained just out of reach, despite the pace of his hand almost keeping rhythm with his pounding heart. Whoever just finished in Tenten hadn't used any form of precaution against pregnancy, and she, too, wasn't using any form of contraceptive. Neji's stomach lurched as he envisioned the faceless Hyuga cousin's seed implanting in Tenten. Perhaps his child would make her breasts and midsection swell as it grew. As the initial shock of disgust faded, a strangely pleasant twinge remained alongside the fire growing in his core.
Neji burned to deny his cousins and uncle the privilege of fathering Tenten's first child. Whatever sudden enthusiasm possessed him, it galvanized Neji to pump his hand faster and faster. In the lull between successive rounds of fucking, he only heard the rustle of sheets and the protest of the mattress from beyond the wall. As tension accumulated in his lower core, Neji's heartbeat and the gasp of his ragged breaths overwhelmed his ears. His toes curled, his muscles stretched taunt like a rubber band strung too tight. Then Tenten's voice rose again, accompanied by her jingling laugh. The smack of lips on skin followed. Someone kissing Tenten's neck, he supposed, based on the way she sighed and begged for more.
With a final stroke of his thumb across his tip, Neji came across his exposed stomach and upper thighs. Thick, warm drops landed on flushed skin. Soiled and alone in a dark room, Neji longed for Tenten's hands stroking his sweat-slicked forehead, or her lips grazing his cheek. He could cum whether it was self-inflicted or gotten through mutual pleasure with another. Yet the difference became clear in the minutes after. Nausea roiled his stomach once more, shame that he found any form of gratification in listening to his future wife being used.
What good are you to her? Neji's conscience taunted him. You won't ever be enough. Tenten seemed to revel in the attention she received from so many men. In turn, she enjoyed holding their pleasure in her hands. Settling for only one man for the rest of her life would probably strike her as underwhelming. Neji wondered whether her appetites would inevitably stray after the night finished, the weight of his terrible speculation suffocating any pleasure that remained. Yet he felt grateful that her adopted family treated her with such care, and even affection. He certainly favored that to the hostility past generation of Hyuga showed outsiders with ambitions of marrying into the clan.
Neji cleaned himself with a tissue and slumped back in his seat, anchored by morbid curiosity. And what he told himself was his duty to ensure her safety. Still, he couldn't deny that his utter lack of control was alluring, and budding arousal gnawed at his core again. This time, Neji reached between his legs without hesitation.
Tenten laid with her stomach down, her right cheek pressed into the pillow by the weight of the man atop her. Lost in a haze, she couldn't even identify the man pumping in and out of her, though by then she'd coaxed at least one orgasm from each of them. Spit pooled beneath her, sticking in the corners of her mouth while she clenched the bedsheet in either hand. A hand tapped at her side, then two hands gripped either of her hips to lift her. Following his prompting, Tenten folded her knees and leaned on her forearms. The muscles of her upper thighs tensed as the man fucking her circled his fingertip around her puckered ring of muscle. The thought of him entering that way made Tenten's heart flutter in anticipation. She'd never taken anything inside her from the back. Not even a finger or toy meant for the purpose – and Neji cared too much for cleanliness to do anything so dirty.
"May I?" a soft voice ventured.
She'd forgotten the man's name amid the rush of mindless fucking that'd flattened past and future into a neverending present. One finger – coated in something thick, slippery and cold – entered her ass at the same time he drove into her other entrance. The pillow muffled the little cry of surprise she gave at the double intrusion. The finger advanced slowly, allowing her body time to re-equilibrate to the shock of being penetrated where none was intended.
"Y-yeah," Tenten breathed out.
In this position, Tenten was helpless to resist anything one of the Hyuga men wanted to do – whether that was continuing to fuck her spent body or this. The servants tasked with preparing her for the ritual had cleaned her most thoroughly, she remembered. Tiny whimpers escaped between her parted lips when the man's fingertip and his cock hit different sweet spots inside her. The finger inside her curled into a sensitive point she'd never known existed, and would never have discovered had this stranger not had the boldness to try.
A second finger coaxed her reluctant muscle to loosen and left with it a brief stab of pain, then a numbing ache that graded into pleasure. There was something strangely freeing about relinquishing her agency in the ritual, so she didn't need to take responsibility for her shameful bliss. She should have been disgusted, at least for the sake of her health and dignity.
Tenten uttered a string of curses while the fingers inside her drove in and out at a faster pace. She wouldn't ever dream of asking Neji to fingerfuck her in the ass, nor would the words probably leave her lips without her tongue turning to lead. Restrained by her ingrained sense of propriety, Tenten wouldn't have even thought to fantasize about the blunt assault of pleasure that now met her.
A few near orgasms later, the fleshy tip of something wider than two fingers pressed on her cinched hole, along with the cold touch of more lubricant. She heard something from behind about how she'd been filled enough in the normal way. Now her previously untapped entrance offered more avenues for her to serve her new family. Shit, Tenten breathed out as he entered her inch by inch, pausing for additional applications of lubricant and angle adjustments to fit more inside. A set of hands ran through the long brown hair spread across the pillows, hands that were separate from the ones gripping her hips for leverage.
"You're so beautiful when you're like that."
The tender gesture seemed so odd when she was doing something so degrading, so dirty. A whore didn't usually get the luxury of a man's loving touch while her body was being used for no-strings-attached pleasure.
"I love watching you," he continued.
As she had previously that evening, she experienced a rush of excitement that came with knowing the power she held over them. It was power that didn't require her to stand tall or speak any commanding words. No, she had it by virtue of her female body, and her willingness to expose it for their use.
Tenten's mind came unmoored from the pleasure of having her posterior sweet spot hit. Fingers toyed between her legs, circling her bead and rubbing along her entrance. Her muscles turned limp, while her toes curled against the rumpled sheets. At some point between her collapse and her release, the first man finished with her and a set of hands lifted her – still moaning and panting – onto another body. Tenten laid back against the new man's chest, releasing a gasp when he pressed past the cinched ring of muscle, which was already partially gaping.
The second time her back entrance was penetrated, the stiff cock entered without a trace of friction or pain. The hand around her breast tightened at the same time a groan of oh shit vibrated his chest. Two fingertips drew loose circles around the bead between her legs before her sore entrance was penetrated again. Tenten's legs quivered as both men pumped in and out of her, hot breaths hitting her neck between sloppy kisses to her bare skin.
Something hard and insistent poked at her face, drawing her lower lip down so her tongue could emerge. She managed two licks on the newcomer's tip before her head rolled back and he settled for pleasuring himself over her face, his hand drawing up and down his length faster and faster. Tenten dug her teeth into her lower lip once hot drops of cum landed on her eyelids, her nose, her cheeks, her forehead. By then, the men who'd gathered to fuck her had dirtied her entire body with a sheen of sticky and salty fluid, whether cum or sweat. A few more drops were nothing to her. Already a used, soiled husk, Tenten cared nothing if they dirtied her more.
Waves of pleasure and numbing heat swept Tenten from the base of her core on upward, guttural noises hitting her ears from what she realized was her own mouth. Another wave of bliss rolled her eyes back into her head, erasing everything but blinding pleasure from her senses.
Neji returned to the room before Tenten could fumble her way to the shower, or even clean herself of sweat and cum using the damp washcloth provided on the nightstand. After each member of her welcome party had departed with a kiss to her cheek or forehead, Tenten lay limp on the mattress, waiting for her racing mind to slow down. All that remained from the ritual was for her to conceive, if her body was susceptible at that time of the month. Before her husband to be arrived at her side, Tenten pulled a rumpled sheet over her naked, soiled body. Her eyelids fluttered out of nervousness for what he might say, because his stony expression revealed little.
Once Neji sat on the mattress next to her head, she could hear his ragged heavy breaths in her ear. Though she'd cast aside questions of his feelings and pride, they came crashing back to her now. Jealousy and resentment on his part would make for a poor start to their marriage. At least Tenten could hide behind the veil of necessity, of submitting to clan law for the greater good of their lifelong union. Yes, she'd enjoyed fucking her way through Neji's cousins and uncle, but it was a one-time event that wouldn't taint a lifetime of faithful marriage.
"H-hey," she whispered.
Tenten brought a hand up to his cheek, before he swept her touch aside with the backs of his fingers. A storm brewed beneath his glowering white eyes, a look Tenten recognized more from battle than the bedroom. Her heart fluttered, unease churning her stomach while she molded her lips into a shaky smile.
Without speaking a word, Neji tore off the thin sheet covering Tenten, discarding it over the side of the bed. Her lips sat open as she processed Neji's single-minded drive. He wanted to reclaim her, she supposed. After the clan had taken Tenten as its own through the ritual, he needed to take her back from them – if only for his own pride. Vows of lifelong fidelity only meant so much to Neji, after he'd experienced so many shattered promises in his youth.
There wasn't any substitute for action. Exhausted, Tenten parted her legs and rolled her hips backward to grant her lover ready access, so he could sink all the way into her still wet entrance. Neji needed her to give her body over – as she'd done so many times before. However, this time meant something more than the quick fucks they stole behind some tree or rock. Neji tugged his pants and undergarments down to his upper thighs to expose himself, a tight fist pumping on his cock. His narrowed gaze fell between her legs, where her cum and the cum of her Hyuga welcome party slicked her entrance.
"I need you. I've been waiting long enough." The words fell from Neji's parted lips in pained spurts.
Cowed by the pressure of his desire, she could do nothing except nod and touch her fingertips to her bottom lip in what she hoped might be an inviting gesture. Though she did everything to broadcast her willingness to take him, Tenten wondered whether he would accept no for an answer, even if she plead exhaustion from the ritual. The answer scared her too much to continence refusal. Once Neji's cock stiffened in his hand, he guided his tip to her entrance and thrust his hips forward without bothering to prepare her. The unwashed cum offered plenty to ease him in, but the force of his thrust still knocked air from Tenten's lungs. Clammy hands grabbed her upper thighs and bent them backward until spots of pain blossomed where her legs joined her body. Neji seemingly wrenched her legs apart to drive even deeper than her body allowed, to join her to him completely. The impact of his body on hers left soft slaps interspersed with the guttural groans from the base of Neji's throat.
So good, Tenten breathed out, followed by a high whimper meant to convince him – and herself – that she thoroughly enjoyed this. One of Neji's hands clamped around her jaw, his teeth locking while he did. The iron grip held her in place so she couldn't evade his glare except by closing her eyes. Tenten forced herself to keep them open with a series of rapid blinks, because to close them would look to him like a rejection.
With his intense focus on finding release, Tenten knew he'd climax soon. Hopefully relieving his frustration would ease the black cloud hanging about him, and they could salvage whatever enjoyment they could from their wedding night. Tenten bit the back of her wrist to head off the pleasure-pain radiating from the place where their bodies came together. If she cried out, would he stop? Again, she feared finding out that he would be indifferent. This thing within Neji didn't bow to reason, only physical satisfaction of a primal instinct he couldn't fully understand.
A quick choked-out declaration was all the warning she received in the moments before he came. Tenten answered with her usual urges for him to come with her, which elicited a rousing moan. Neji collapsed onto his elbows after sinking into her hard enough to make her toes curl. In the aftermath of his climax, he laid still except for sporadic jerks of his hips. Trapped beneath his heaving body, Tenten drew deep breaths to reequilibrate and ran her fingertips through the sweaty hair on Neji's scalp. She hoped the tenderness might coax the return of the man she knew and loved.
"Are you alright?" Neji said, once his pants slowed enough for him to speak.
Tenten bit her lower lip so she wouldn't laugh. His voice had returned to its usual tone and cadence – thank goodness Neji's delirium had been temporary. She parted her lips in an attempt to answer, then faltered twice. On her third try, she left a kiss on his jaw and told him that yes, she was unharmed and well.
"Good," he responded, before swallowing. The palm of his hand caressed the side of her cheek with tenderness that caught her off guard after he'd given her such rough treatment. "Sorry if I came on strong. To say the least. I-I don't know why I needed...why I had to do that."
Pushing off the bed, Neji disentangled from Tenten to lie next to her, white eyes searching the ceiling. Now that his cooler head could prevail, he stripped his rumpled pants and undergarments, then his shirt.
"You scared me a bit."
Tenten's confession settled between them like an exploding tag waiting to blow. Neji grasped her hand and gave it a single squeeze. It was a wordless apology, and she accepted it as one. He struggled with the word sorry – and he'd need to change that if he wanted their marriage to succeed. Neji's passions existed along a fine line bordering on destructive, and she'd just seen their logical ends if pushed too far. He wouldn't have been overcome by a need to seize control of her body if he hadn't loved her enough to promise her his life. She brought his hand up to her lips for a light kiss.
"I could hear everything. The idea of it –" Neji paused to press a fist to his chest. "I was picturing it. All of them taking you, coming inside you...In hindsight, I suppose that wasn't a good idea."
Feared gripped Neji same as it gripped her. He had no control over what happened next – whether she'd become pregnant by his uncle or one of his cousins. Or, whether it would be him who fathered her first child. Tenten pressed her lips in a line before retrieving the sheet from over the corner of the bed, then draping it atop their naked bodies. She urged Neji to sleep, with a whisper of I love you. He held her against his chest so that her ear sat over his pounding heart, and Tenten thought she heard him say I love you. Only you, forever. To her, his heart sounded like a ticking timebomb waiting to explode.
The kitchen sink of her living quarters in the Hyuga compound were deep, enough that Tenten needed to bow her shoulder, back and head forward to scrub the dishes at the bottom. Since her wedding, she'd fallen into the reassuring routines of married life. Tenten enjoyed domesticity more than she anticipated, especially cooking for her husband, cleaning, and keeping their home a place of comfort. Tenten's breaths turned heavy as she pressed the scrubbing pad into the base of a charred pan, running the abrasive material back and forth along a patch of burned food. Her breath hitched in her throat – then came out even heavier – as Neji approached her from behind to plant a firm hand on her waist.
"Ah...hey, there."
"Tenten," her husband breathed out.
Her hands went still, her shoulders tensed in shock. Paralyzed, Tenten kept her folded posture. Amid the pile of dishes littering the sink basin, she hadn't noticed her husband's muted footsteps on the hardwood floor. Shit, she thought. I'm losing my edge. Perhaps a life centered around the home had turned her soft. Had Neji tried such a maneuver during training, he would have received a kunai to the throat, almost as cutting as Tenten's triumphant smirk.
As a married woman, Tenten had pared back her mission load to the occasional surveillance or patrol mission. A wife – a future mother – wasn't to risk her body and life in the mission field when her most important role lay in securing the village's future. Rather, she was to support her husband and family, the foundation of a strong shinobi society. The most dangerous assignment she'd received since her wedding had been an undercover job to steal a weapons scroll, though the hokage reiterated that it was an exception. Few others of Tenten's rank held her knowledge of seals.
In her position, she was vulnerable – Neji could take what he wanted of her body, and she would be one second behind to counter him. He wound his hand down her body, around the curve of her hip and into one of the front pockets on her apron.
"I enjoyed dinner tonight," Neji continued. "Thank you."
"Just doing my job."
Neji's huff hit the back of her neck. Most times, it was the closest he came to laughing openly and with utter abandon.
"I'm so fortunate that I married you."
Neji's other hand fell to her upper thigh, wrapping around her leg so his fingertips touched the area between her legs. He closed the remaining inches of space between them to press his back against hers, leaning his head forward to touch his lips to the spot where her pulse beat against the side of her neck. The brush of his tongue against her sensitive hollow elicited a sharp gasp. Tingles ran down Tenten's spine and heat pooled in her lower core. She began to straighten her spine, muttering something about setting the dishes aside to pay her husband the attention he craved.
"No. You don't need to move," Neji countered. A hand to Tenten's lower back kept her folded over, her hands braced against the bottom of the sink.
She could only breathe out an okay before two fingers snaked between her skin and her waistband to tug it down. The impatience he betrayed only aroused Tenten more – and she pushed back against him to feel hardness between his legs. Neji cursed, groaning that he should have expected her to meet his teasing with torments of her own. Chill air hit Tenten's bare skin once her pants and undergarments dropped to her knees, leaving her exposed to the grasping fingers reaching between her legs. The tips of Neji's fingers ran along the outside of her entrance to spread her wetness around in preparation for something larger than his fingers.
"You're so wet."
His thumb circled the bead north of her entrance while two fingers plunged into her body, curling into her sweet spot. Tenten whimpered and bit her lower lip to keep her shrill cries at bay. Their bare skin met once Neji stripped his lower half, readying himself to sink inside her. His length prodded between her legs, his tip sliding along her inner thighs when he rolled his hips back and forth.
"I need you."
"Y-yeah. I want you," she stammered, her tongue barely able to form the words.
She clenched her hands, knuckles aching against the cold metal of the sink. In the moments before she soiled herself on his fingers, her legs quivered and her ankles turned weak. Tenten collapsed onto the narrow counter space between her and the sink at the same time her husband thrust into her. The Tenten of two years ago would never have allowed herself to be fucked by her husband like that – half naked and bent over the sink while servicing his domestic needs. Proud, independent and stubborn to a fault, she'd only allowed Neji as a lover with reluctance. Tenten had said yes to him once the attraction between them became undeniable, from their flickering eyes to the conversations that always longed to become more.
"You're all mine." His fingers clutched her waist for leverage, constricting around the place where her body tapered. "Fuck, you're all mine now."
A shiver ran up her spine at the raw quality in his voice, which turned the usual terms of endearment into a more primal claim on her person. The traces of a growl in Neji's voice only compounded the fleeting jolt of fear that shot through her. No, she couldn't deny him. Love, obey and serve, Tenten thought, repeating the vows she'd taken at their wedding. In turn, he'd taken vows to love and protect his new wife. Tenten supposed lending her body for his use was acting out her promises of obedience and service to him.
And Neji Hyuga had no shortage of love for her. That much was clear in the forceful thrusts that pushed her against the counter, driving the polished stone's edge into her forearms. Since their wedding night, his love had taken on a possessive streak that hadn't manifested itself so obviously before. Though her husband hadn't mentioned the ritual since that night, the sounds that passed between the thin walls of their bedroom probably continued to live rent-free in his mind.
And if she was truthful to herself, the ritual continued to linger in hers as well. The excitement of that night – forbidden pleasures made legitimate and free for her exploration – left Tenten wanting to live it again. Neji drove into her faster and faster, his rhythm devolving into random spasms of his hips that buried him inside her. A fist seized one of her twin buns, his fingernails digging into her scalp as he yanked backward, holding onto her hair for leverage. A yelp rose from Tenten's throat, one that seemed to fall on her husband's deaf ears. Neji had turned to an animal that could think of nothing and comprehend nothing other than finding his release. Of breeding his wife.
As he finished, he yanked on her bun hard enough to draw a string of curses from between her lips. But the pain graded into pleasure soon enough. Neji left a quick kiss on the back of Tenten's neck, then squeezed her backside, following up with a light slap. Her wetness slicked her inner thighs as did the cum he'd spilled inside her. Tenten's heavy breaths issued in time with her husband's and her pulsing heartbeat pounded in her ears. She remained too dazed to pull up her pants and finish washing the dishes, as she should have.
Neji's hands meandered up and down the curve of her back. He hummed while he indulged in the feel of her soft skin.
"I love you, Tenten," Neji sighed, once he recovered enough to speak complete sentences. "You're beautiful. I can't wait to begin our family."
With a tap to the shoulder, Neji turned her away from the sink to face him. Unlike her, he had re-dressed and smoothed his disheveled black hair. Love danced in his white eyes, which gazed on her with unwavering focus. The beginnings of a smile played at the corners of his lips, tapering his eyes on either side. He clasped her hands in his, running his thumbs over her knuckles. The breakneck contrast between jealous, possessive Neji and her loving husband left Tenten with whiplash. The resolution of his pent-up frustrations cleared the way for his softer side, perhaps.
That was the first time Neji had verbalized his desires for a child. In the leadup to their engagement, neither husband nor wife mentioned anything about their plans for a family – and how would two 18-year-old shinobi know what they really wanted at such a young age? The clan expected their marriage to bear fruit, and that was one clan expectation Neji didn't chafe against. Maybe once she gave him one, he would want multiple children, as many as her body could bear to carry.
"Yeah. I'm sure we'll have a family soon."
Swallowing after a moment of paralysis, her husband nodded. The corners of his lips curved upward in a smile, and Tenten returned it. Her arms draped over his shoulders, while he laid his head in the hollow between her neck and shoulder. Neji touched the back of his fingers to her lower core, as if he wanted to tell her that the child soon to grow inside her would be theirs. Just as this love belonged to them, and them alone.