Naruto Lemons i found

by ttyyt

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37. tyyi

Siren Song

The Fourth Great Ninja War had concluded itself, bringing with it an era of peace and prosperity unlike any time period that had come before it. Trade routes were forged, roads between the separate nations were constructed, and even the most rural parts of the world had expanded into smaller towns all on their own.

Deep within the central region of the Land of Fire, Konohagakure thrived beyond the scope of any village in the world. A metropolis had grown from the former trade street, expanding into a full blown shopping district complete with buildings so tall that even the mightiest Jonin would fail to ascend it in one jump. Broad, technologically enhanced screens adorned the sides of the tallest building, regularly broadcasting news reports and weather forecasts from all across the world, along with the occasional financial report.

Prosperity truly had become a part of the world at large, however, unlike the bustling metropolis filled to the brim with men and women of all ages, a separate part of town housed the single most charismatic man in the world; one whose presence in politics had brought about more changes in the world than any man who came before.

Letting loose a low, weary sigh, nimble fingers danced across the dozens of keys on one of three keyboards situated upon a wide oak desk, drawn out in shape to represent a crescent moon. Swiping out to the right with a bandaged hand, the Seventh Hokage of Konohagakure pressed his eyelids shut out of sheer frustration alone.

With the ingenuity of men brighter than him, computers had become an everyday occurrence, so much so that every single employee within the Hokage Tower had their own machine, so long as they worked behind a desk. One was deemed too little by his advisors, though to that day, Naruto Uzumaki was unsure whether Shikamaru Nara had made fun of his predicament or not, when he had suggested two more screens, plus two extra keyboards.

Shifting through the various tabs upon his computer however, the blonde knuckleheaded shinobi straightened out his posture once more, pressing himself all the way into the back of his old office chair.

Echoing through the hallways beyond the Hokage Tower, a set of low, barely audible clicks reverberated through the thin office walls. Somewhere in the back of his head, the blonde recounted everyone whose presence he had requested, among them Shizune, undoubtedly there to fill him in on the goings on at the Konoha hospital. With the instatement of Shikamaru Nara as the Hokage's advisor and aide, Shizune had taken a step back, returning to her calling within the hospital, beside the blonde's longtime teammate, Sakura Haruno.

Every scheduled appointment or meeting was still handled by the veteran kunoichi, but that, too, was scheduled to change before long. Shikamaru had already received a separate office, further in the back of the third floor, for him to build a staff based on supporting the Hokage in various ways. By that point in time, three others had joined the support staff, leaving them at five members, counting Shizune.

A gentle, almost unheard knock echoed throughout the office, undoubtedly from a woman rasping her knuckles against the door. "Come in," he called out, confident enough in his raspy voice to speak up.

Gliding up soundlessly, the door to the Hokage's office was pushed aside, allowing someone to step inside before very slowly easing it back in place. Gazing through a gap in the screens, Naruto's big, blue eyes caught sight of something long, smooth, paler than even he was, and oh so creamy up above. Past the toned legs of a kunoichi, the blonde could have sworn to have seen a glimpse of purple, the hem of a skirt even.

"What can I do for you today?" His hands continued their never ending routine, sliding left and right along the keyboard with audible clacking resounding from the pace of his typing.

"Well, first, you can look up long enough to greet me properly." A woman's voice truly did respond, though not at all the gentle tone he had come to expect of Shizune. No, it was deeper, commandeering in a way that made his back stiffen, and even as he tipped his chin up, his eyes took in the sight that was Temari.

Past the endless expanse that was her exposed legs and thighs, the sandy blonde hair upon her head was tied up into twintails that day; a pixie cut of sorts, spiky and defining. A sleek yukata adorned her curvaceous form, a light purple in color, but in contrast to her usual style, as he had noted the moment she stepped inside, the siren of the sand had foregone the leggings that would otherwise adorn her smooth legs.

Lifting his hands off of the keyboard before him, Naruto folded them atop his lap, leaning back the tiniest bit within his chair to relax at last. "To what do I owe the pleasure today, Temari?" His voice remained stern however, laced with the authority of the Hokage, even towards his friend.

Rolling her eyes at his display however, Temari took a solid step forward, putting on an overt sway to her hips that drew his attention there immediately. Stepping up towards the front of the desk, one hand slid behind her back, down into a pouch hidden from view until-

"I brought you lunch. Figured you wouldn't remember to eat." True to her word, the moment her hand disappeared behind her back, Temari withdrew what appeared to be a neatly wrapped bento.

Furrowing his eyebrows however, Naruto accepted the offered food, albeit slowly, almost remorsefully. There was always a catch, of that much, he had been made abundantly aware.

Years prior to his instatement as the Seventh Hokage, the very woman before his eyes had approached him with what had been an awkward request at the time. Back then, the sandy blonde had proclaimed that there was a man she desired, but that her experience at the time was inadequate to vy for his affections. He hadn't pried too much, of course, only truly asking if said man was special enough to her for him to be worried; to which her answer had been a resounding no.

They were by no means engaged, even less so dating, but over time, she had hoped that such a goal would be reached. However, standing before her fellow blonde at the time, Temari's gaze had averted his, even as she made her request.

Her request had been simple, or so the blonde had believed at the time. A training and sparring partner, that had been the way she had worded her request, to which Naruto himself had nodded his head fervently. Be it before or after the war, a part of him had itched to spar with the sandy blonde siren of the sand, if only just to study the differences in their techniques.

However, years later, her request had truly sunk in as something else in its entirety.

"Fine, fine. There is something I want, off the records." Another roll of her sea green eyes gave the Hokage an inkling as to what she was about to request, but nonetheless, he maintained his posture for propriety's sake.

Trailing her hands down along the silken cloth of her yukata, past the obi holding it in place, Temari's pearly white teeth bit down upon her bottom lip. Without so much as a pause to let him breathe, her fingers enclosed around the hem of her yukata's skirt, tugging it up ever so slightly to reveal what she didn't wear beneath.

Beneath the hem of her skirt, past the valley in between her curvaceous thighs, Temari had chosen to forego any underwear, leaving her womanhood, hairless and undoubtedly smooth, exposed for all to see. An untimely gust of wind would have flashed whoever was in the area, but based solely on the glistening between her thighs, the Uzumaki had an inkling that the woman before him wouldn't mind.

"Whatever happened to the innocent kunoichi from before?" Naruto chuckled drily, a bead of sweat rolling down the side of his face as his fellow blonde sauntered around the side of his desk.

It was as much of a rhetorical question as it was an instinctual one. When Temari had sought him out for a sparring match, as he had interpreted it at the time, it was instead the birth of a beautiful friendship. Be it during missions together, or perhaps off-duty, the duo had gone through Naruto's bucket list of things to try, all the while taking the time to guide Temari along.

To some, it was an act to be carried out with a beloved, but to others, if the exposure became too great, it would become an addiction. Temari, in hindsight, fell into the latter category.

A slender finger upon his chin broke him free from his train of thought, accompanied by his face being slowly turned aside. "I'm sure the dozens of clones had nothing to do with her disappearance~" Temari let loose a soft, mirthful giggle, already leaning down to press her lips against the blonde Hokage's.

Tipping his chin up to reciprocate the advance, Naruto's left hand instinctively reached up around the kunoichi's waist, pulling her down ever so slightly. His lips were upon hers in seconds, pressing up ferociously, swirling his tongue against her teeth for the briefest moment; demanding entry into her mouth. Unable to resist, Temari's teeth parted ways, letting loose a whiny, outdrawn moan as her tongue was assaulted by another's in mere moments.

However long the duo remained like that, locked in place, melting against one another's lips, neither one knew, but, when Temari at last attempted to pull herself back, the hand upon her waist held her down.

Another whine, an outdrawn moan, and what felt like a panicked wheeze for air echoed into his mouth, vanishing from the audible spectrum as soon as it should have appeared; drowned out by the sensation of a hand rubbing circles against her lower back.

Only after a solid minute had gone by, a small eternity of wheezing and breathing against the side of his face, did the grasp upon the small of her back subside. As quickly as she could muster, Temari withdrew, panting and heaving for air, tongue lolled out of her mouth with one hand already upon the Hokage's shoulder; urging him closer, ever closer towards the glistening spot between her thighs.

"Can't remember the last time you stayed clothed for this long~" Naruto chuckled lowly to himself, reaching over to slide a set of fingers beneath the hem of Temari's yukata; eliciting a soft murmuring moan when his digits found their mark.

"Can say the same to you. No clones this time?" Grinding her hips against the fingers beneath the hem of her yukata, Temari practically purred out her response, drawing forth an eye roll from Naruto himself.

Summoning forth a handful of Shadow Clones for their first encounter, and two dozen for their second, might have broken the youthful innocence within Temari. However, even to that day, the blonde knucklehead refused to concede the point that she had withheld information about what sort of sparring she intended to do; ignoring the fact that he had walked into her bedroom to discover her naked atop her bed.

Sliding his dripping digits up against the slit beneath the purple yukata, Temari froze for a moment, allowing her head to roll back atop her shoulders as his fingers pushed through inside of her snatch. With a loud, unrestrained moan, Temari shook where she stood, quivering like a leaf in the wind as his two fingers began to pump in and out of her twat.

Curling his fingers within her slit, Naruto's right hand slid down along the orange and black jacket he wore, gliding past it to approach the navy blue slacks that adorned his form. Practiced motions tugged the zipper of his pants down in mere moments, and with what could only be years worth of experience, his hips lifted themselves up enough for the blonde Hokage to free his cock from within his pants.

"Someone's eager~" Temari's voice, soft and blissful, reverberated from his left, causing his cock to twitch and throb as it hardened all the more. "Mind if we take it for a-"

Before the sandy blonde could so much as mutter out her suggestion, a knock with the sound of a million thundering hooves echoed through the room once more; a fair bit louder in the duo's heads than what it actually was.

"Who is it?" Naruto spoke up, attempting to pull his pants back up, while continuing to play with his drenched friend.

"It's Shizune. I'm coming in-" Eyes wide, frantically searching for a way out, Naruto all but yanked the digits free from Temari's snatch, grabbing the hem of her yukata and yanking her down onto her knees.

"Get down there!" He all but wheezed out, already pushing his chair further in, with Temari begrudgingly settling down in the hollow beneath his desk.

A moment thereafter, the door leading in and out of the Hokage's office slid open, and through it, a woman he had seen less and less stepped forth with a smile upon her lips. "I'm sorry for the delay. An emergency sprung up right as I was about to leave."

Closing the door as she entered, Shizune wasted no time at all with getting down to business, already chiding Naruto for the state of his desk. Papers that should have been approved, signed and handed off were still there, laying haphazardly upon his desk, leaving much to be desired by the eternally cleanly assistant to the Hokage that came before him.

Briefly, Naruto pondered how it must have been during Tsunade's reign, with the nosy, yet strict assistant by her side at all points in time.

"... although the day is close to ending, there are still a few matters to handle." The sound of Shizune's voice snapped him free from the daze he had been caught up in, realizing only then that she had long since started speaking. "First, a digitalized meeting with the Daimyo is in order; a financial status report to ensure that Konoha's growth is proceeding according to plan. Second…"

Stiffening in place for a moment, a slight smile began to stretch out along the Hokage's lips, his legs spread as wide as possible beneath the table as a far too familiar sensation crept up along the length of his exposed shaft.

Temari was, by her own definition at least, a mature and reasonable woman. The duty of the Hokage was without a doubt important, as was every meeting he attended. However, from the moment she had been ushered down beneath the desk, situated on her knees between his legs, her sense of responsibility had been all but flung out the window. There, no more than a few inches before her, was the cock she had craved enough to saunter through the village without panties to have. Thick, throbbing, with a bulbous head that made her drool at the sight alone.

Trailing her nose from the base to the tip, the sandy blonde woman inhaled sharply, swooning beneath the desk to the point where her hands instinctively flew up on top of his thighs for support. Tilting her face sideways, Temari pressed her lips against the tip of Naruto's dick, audibly making out with it for the briefest moment, even as her eyes began to roll up into the back of her head.

Somewhere above her head, Naruto responded to his female planner, replying as curtly as she had ever heard, even as Shizune went through a list of upcoming meetings.

Opening her mouth wide with a smug expression crossing her face however, Temari inhaled sharply, devouring the entirety of Naruto's cock, from the tip to the base, in a single drop of her head. The result was instantaneous; Naruto, despite his unending perseverance, stiffened in his seat. His legs trembled lightly, his entire back straightened out, and even with the tip of his dick pressing up against the back of her throat, Temari's lips were stretched into a wide, smug smile. A truly strange sight with her mouth filled to the brim with cock.

Without so much as a moment gone to waste, Temari began her pace, slowly trailing her head up along his shaft, swirling her tongue around his every inch, before pulling so far up that only the very tip of his dick remained between her luscious lips. Her tongue swirled around its bulbous tip, her lips pressed down into a lewd, wet kiss, and even as the man above her fought against the urge to moan, Temari herself dropped down until her nose once more brushed up against her lover's pelvis.

Up and down, the pace continued, slowly, agonizingly teasing her fellow blonde's cock, twisting and turning her head as her lips dragged up along his shaft, devouring his every mouthwatering inch with her hands placed firmly upon his thighs. Somewhere in the back of her head, the deviousness that was her voice of reason sent her nimble fingers higher; gripping the waistband of Naruto's pants, she slowly tugged them downward, exposing more and more of the Hokage's toned thighs and swollen, cum bloated balls.

Again, the conversation above her head progressed. Shizune brought up another subject in its entirety, along with the possibility that the duo would have to form a clan head meeting in the near future. Between the sandy blonde temptress' luscious lips, the Hokage's cock practically wilted at the thought; an affront to the woman whose throat spasmed whenever his bulbous head bumped up against her esophagus.

Dragging her head all the way off of his cock, Temari heaved in a silent breath, reaching up with one hand to stroke the saliva slick dick before her. Slow, squelching strokes caused her fellow blonde's thighs to buckle, however, her eyes were fastened elsewhere altogether.

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Above the table, Naruto Uzumaki's posture remained stiffer than it had ever been before, even during his time as Sasuke Uchiha's best man in his wedding. At that point in time, fear had overtaken his mind, worries of fumbling the ring, maybe going so far as to drop it on the podium. Thinking back upon it, that singular time had been naught if not frustrating, as well as tedious.

However, maintaining his posture in the face of Shizune, with a woman on her knees beneath his desk, cradling his balls, stroking his cock, and drooling all over his length until his groin was a drenched mess… the challenges of a best man would never measure up to the current situation. Whether she knew or not, Naruto could only pray, but regardless of how many wet, barely audible squelches he heard from beneath his desk, the raven haired woman before him continued to drone on about his upcoming week.

"That should be everything for next week, as far as we know today." After what had felt like a small eternity, Shizune eventually signed off the final checkmark of her list. "Once Monday is upon us, there may be several changes in the schedule however. For these changes, we should…"

Groaning internally, Naruto pressed his elbows down into the top of his desk, forcing himself to stay attentive, despite the throbbing of his cock beneath the desk. Between his legs, his thighs quivered uncontrollably from a wet, warm sensation snaking its way around his balls; slithering back and forth, swirling around his nuts, before popping one inside of the warm cavern he would never be able to mistake.

He wanted to cum, to reach down and stroke himself to completion, to paint Temari's pretty little face with so much cum that she would never be able to wipe it all away…

… however, no sooner than that thought appeared, did another sentence catch him off guard completely.

"... and please, remember to wear a condom." Snapping up with enough force to slam his knees up into the underside of his desk, Naruto glanced around frantically; eyes wide and jaw agape.

Turning his gaze up from the hem of Shizune's dark grey skirt, up along the sleek curvature of her thighs, Naruto's bright blue eyes slid higher until, with a bead of sweat rolling down the side of his face, they met with the unflinching orbs of his assistant.

"Pardon?" He asked cautiously, slowly reclining back into the darkly colored office chair behind his desk.

"For the girl beneath the table? Lady Tsunade made the most horrendous messes, so please, wear a condom, or… finish inside." Turning her head aside, the dark haired assistant feigned innocence, if only just to hide what appeared to be the faintest tint of pink upon her cheeks.

The myriad of thoughts and questions that raced through his head were enough to put his impending orgasm to rest, much to the chagrin of the woman whose tongue danced around his cum bloated balls. Chief among them however-

"We have replaced the chair since then, right?" Glancing around himself comically, a soft giggle escaped through the raven haired kunoichi's lips, lightening the mood considerably then and there.

"Yes, yes we have. I believe Lady Tsunade went through several chairs due to her… diplomacy, as she would refer to it." Rolling her eyes openly at the mention of her mentor's diplomatic sensibility, Shizune began to turn towards the door within the room. "For all her exploits and virtues, the woman would sooner sleep with half the world than do her paperwork."

With the main topic of their conversation covered, and with a small, flirtatious wink sent his way, the yukata clad kunoichi sauntered her way out of his office once more; a subtle sway to her hips that didn't escape the half naked Hokage's lust laced eyes. Long, sleek legs that lead up into a skirt that, in hindsight, ended just short of her-

Shaking his head where he sat, Naruto forcibly pushed those thoughts away along with the faint click of a door being locked. Had Shizune locked the two of them in, giving others the go-ahead to call it a day?

"Interesting assistant you have," Temari croaked, voice hoarse as she crawled her way out from beneath his desk. "Ever railed her ass?"

The question caught him as off guard as the nudity displayed before him did. Beneath the table, the slightest hint of purple signaled what little he needed to know, for no more than a few inches to his left, Temari stood, a hand upon her hip, legs spread wide enough for him to see her glistening arousal. Her yukata had been discarded beneath the table, leaving her as naturally naked as possible.

"What? No!" He snapped, more so terrified than aroused, all sights taken into account. "Tsunade would literally kill me if I did, with a plastic spoon." The final bit was emphasized, an exaggeration in its own ways, but his eyes softened tremendously a moment thereafter.

In the blink of an eye, he was on his feet, one hand wrapped around the side of his lover's waist, whilst the other was down by the thick, throbbing shaft of his cock, guiding it towards the sandy blonde's hairless slit. "You, on the other hand, I will rail~" It was by no means a threat, but nonetheless, Temari quivered where she stood, shaking uncontrollably for the briefest moment.

Out of the corner of his eye, Naruto mentally shook his head at the sight of a nearby clock, noting just how lengthy Shizune's explanation of the upcoming week had been. Close to half an hour had gone by, with a curvaceous beauty beneath the desk, teasing him to the brink and back oh so many times. Even now, pressing the very tip of his dick up against Temari's dripping slit, he could feel the cum churning within his balls, threatening to erupt at any given time.

Rather than press his advance however, the blonde Hokage eased his dick down the tiniest bit more, sliding between the tiniest gap between Temari's thighs until the tip of his dick appeared on the other side; sandwiched by a set of creamy, spotless thighs.

"You idiot," Temari practically rolled her eyes at his gesture, though her lips stretched out into a broad smile nonetheless. "Went straight for the thighs, rather than this tight cunt?" Gesturing down with one of her hands, the sandy blonde ambassador let loose a soft moan as her lover thrust his hips against her own.

Grinding up against the underside of her slit, the thick, throbbing length of Naruto Uzumaki's cock bumped up against her nethers ever so slightly, continuously teasing her entrance without ever going inside. Back and forth, rhythmic thrusts and slow, barely noticeable withdrawals caused her voice to spill forth as ragged moans. Had he been the only one to be affected beneath the desk? Hardly!

All the while, her fingers had meticulously worked away at her snatch, easing it apart, stretching it wider for the gaping she knew would come, all the while caressing her clit with the butt of her palm. Years of labor towards becoming a kunoichi within Sunagakure had granted the sandy blonde a handful of things, the restraint to hold herself back had been acquired after years of tedious masturbation behind her teammates backs.

Letting loose a soft, strangled grunt, Temari rolled her eyes as a set of strong hands caressed her chest. His grip was nothing if not domineering, reaching around to grope and molest her left breast, while forcibly pushing her down; forcing Temari to lean forward until the palms of her hands fell down upon the dark wood of the desk.

For every thrust against her hips, Naruto let loose a soft grunt, bringing himself ever closer towards the gleaming light at the end of the tunnel; though in that case, the tunnel was the soft, unblemished thighs of the woman feigning disinterest before him. Whenever his balls clapped up against the center of her thighs, her breathing hitched, her palms clenched down upon the edge of the desk, and with a haughty grin plastered upon his lips, the palm atop her left breast squeezed down all the more.

"Can't just admit that you like it, can you?" He chuckled dryly to himself, slowly speeding up his thrusts until even Temari was left on the doorstep to euphoria. "C'mon, where's the harm in it?~"

Gritting her teeth at his poorly disguised goad, the sandy blonde kunoichi could do little more than shake her head. Naruto Uzumaki was by no means hung, but even knowing that, she couldn't so much as bring herself to want him any bigger. However… giving him an inch would leave her on her knees for months after the fact.

For every harsh thrust between her thighs, her stance faltered, leaving them further apart than before; though Naruto himself didn't seem to mind. Bent over the table as she were, his hands had long since left her curvaceous front, focusing solely upon her lower half. A kneading grasp upon her ass drew out another groan, accompanied by a moan when a sharp sting of pain coursed up along her tail bone.

Despite his seemingly unbreakable focus upon her thighs, the blonde Hokage had pressed his right thumb down against the entrance to her backdoor with just enough force to push it through. Even to her, anal was something to be avoided, if only just because she knew that it would hurt to accommodate something so meaty as a lover's cock.

However…

"Please just fuck me already!" Temari screeched out at last, a string of moans spilling forth from her lips as her backdoor was stretched by her lover's thumb. Almost as if to comply with her request, the digit inside of her rear sank deeper still. "Not with that!"

A mirthful laughter echoed throughout the room at her response, but nonetheless, the moment the plea fell forth from her luscious lips, the senseless thrusting between her legs paused. Easing out from the tight, precum slickened gap between her thighs, Naruto's cock was as bulbous and hard as it could have ever been, practically oozing precum even before its tip was pressed up against the lubricated folds of Temari's snatch.

The outdrawn, throaty moan that reverberated through the Hokage's office a moment later was without a doubt her reply.

Without so much as an ounce of care, Naruto pressed his cock up against the weeping lips of Temari's slit, pressing on and on until, with an audible pop, his dick slid through. Her warmth was upon him at once, forcing a moan out of his lips as his hips worked on instinct alone; sinking ever deeper inside of Temari's cunt until his willpower made him halt.

No more than half his length was inside, but before he could sink in deeper, Naruto withdrew his hips. Gliding back despite the wet, velvety grip that tried to tug his dick back in, the blonde Hokage continued until only the tip of his dick remained inside. Allowing his hands to fall down to rest upon his lover's waist, the blonde held his place for the briefest moment, slamming his hips forward with enough force to rattle the desk a moment thereafter.

Flinging her head up, Temari arched her back as her entire world was flipped upside down. No more than a few minutes before, she had begrudgingly praised his average size, but now, as her velvety walls were forced apart, she could do no more than quiver and buck against the desk. His grip upon her ass and waist was negligible, but the moment she thought herself recovered, another titanic thrust knocked the breath free from her lungs.

Arching her back against the thrusts, the third one caused something hard to bump up against the entrance to her womb, and with a fourth thrust, Temari's eyes rolled up into the back of her head; a gleeful, mindless smile adorning her pink, plump lips all the while.

Without so much as a word of warning, she came, juices squirting out of her pristine pussy even as her walls clamped down along the length of the cock that tore her apart. Waves of bliss raced through her veins, her legs gave out where she stood, and hadn't it been for the desk she now lay down upon, then Temari herself would have no doubt fallen face first onto the floor.

However, in the midst of the euphoric bliss that made even her drool upon the surface of the desk, a different warmth altogether spread throughout her form.

Tuning in to the sounds of the room around her, Temari gleamed the slightest grunt, accompanied by a warmth that made her eyes bulge out where she lay; half unconscious and wholly unable to resist.

Between the harsh thrusts against her thighs and the now suffocatingly tight grip of her vagina, Naruto Uzumaki was at his limit. The sandy blonde beneath him had long since lost her voice, unable to do more than moan atop his desk as his cock reshaped her insides to fit him and him alone. Although, be it the sight, the thought, or even just the realization that he had fucked her half unconscious, the blonde would never question what set him off. Nor did he rightly care, at the end of the day.

With one final thrust, strong enough to lift the sandy blonde off of her feet and further onto the mahogany desk in the Hokage's office, Naruto came, erupting inside of Temari's snatch with enough velocity to take her breath away. The first spurt of cum was heavy, painting her insides white in seconds, filling her to the brink and beyond, yet even still, more was on the way. A second gush followed the first, equally potent, spraying his lover's womanhood with its scalding liquid before a third jet of fertile sperm rained down upon the entrance to her womb.

Atop the table however, Temari was nothing if not loud. From the first droplet of cum that splashed out across her womb, to the never ending torrent that now ravaged her form, the sandy blonde ambassador of Sunagakure cried. Loud, rumbling moans, agonizing cries of bliss and no shortage of pleas spilled forth from her luscious lips, flowing out as readily as the cum within her cunt began to flood her womb. Incoherent mumbling screams echoed throughout the room, redoubled by the quivering mewls as the sheer warmth of her lover's sperm set her nerve endings aflame.

Had she herself not known better, then the only comparison to come to mind would have been to be engulfed by a Majestic Destroyer Flame. If not a few, assaulting her from every angle imaginable.

Behind her back, Naruto Uzumaki's eyes were knit tightly together; eyebrows furrowed as his fingers kneaded the soft, supple flesh of Temari's toned behind. His balls practically ached from that singular release, drained so thoroughly that even he couldn't imagine a second round.

Although, when his eyelids eventually opened themselves anew, the sight that met his bright blue eyes was one to behold.

Pale, creamy flesh expanded along the length of her sleek, curvaceous back, ascending up towards a set of thin, soft shoulders whose muscles were blatantly visible to the naked eye. Up above however, with her face pressed down against the tabletop of his desk, Temari's mouth hung wide agape, tongue lolled out with what could only be a puddle of drool by her side. The pristine, unblemished face of a dubious, direct kunoichi was gone, for in its wake, the only expression that remained was one of bliss.

Bliss, with her sea green eyes rolled so far into the back of her head that the woman herself had long since passed out.

"Well, I'll be…" chuckling softly to himself, Naruto raised an arm to rub the back of his head; a bead of sweat rolling down the side of his face at the sight before him. "So much for going home early."

Releasing his hold upon the ambassador's waist and butt, Naruto unceremoniously withdrew his still achingly erect cock, bending his knees ever so slightly to wipe the excess cum off of his length on the back of Temari's leg. Already, no more than a few moments after the bulbous tip of his swollen dick emerged, bubbles of thick, fertile cum sputtered out from his lover's entrance, dribbling down along her inner thighs at a steady pace.

Leaving the discarded kunoichi upon the side of his desk, Naruto Uzumaki, the Seventh Hokage of Konohagakure, returned himself to the office chair behind his desk, still naked and erect from the waist down. Between the temptation to his left and the pile of paperwork in every other direction, the blonde could do little more than let loose a soft sigh.

Out of the corner of his eye, the blonde Hokage reached for a blank parchment, reaching off to the side with his other hand in search of a pen. He would have to write up a formal letter of apology to the Kazekage, for potentially impregnating his sister.

Before the tip of his pen could touch down upon the parchment, Naruto straightened out his back once more, furrowing his eyebrows as if to question whether he should begin his letter with an apology, or a flippant joke.

While his right hand began to diligently write up a letter ahead of time, his left drifted sideways, reaching up to caress and stroke the smooth thighs and shins of a woman whose brain was undoubtedly rattled from sex alone. Long, silky smooth legs that were, for better or for worse, his and his alone.

In hindsight, had there ever been another man whose affection she adored? He himself severely doubted that their training was aimed at anyone but himself, but he would play the fool for her a bit longer.

dance throughout the emptiness that was the ambassador's bedroom at the time. From somewhere outside, the chirping of a dozen birds echoed throughout the early morning skies, and beyond it, in the wide blue sky above, the radiant sunlight shone down upon the world as yet another resplendent day had begun for all of Konoha to enjoy.

Letting loose a soft breath of air, thick eyelashes stirred, fluttering up gently at first before ramming themselves shut a moment thereafter. Even through the heavy drapes she had bought after her arrival, the sunlight still managed to penetrate the sanctuary that was her chambers, gleaming down at just the wrong angle for it to reach her head; specifically shining down upon her eyes, before the thin blanket that covered her form was furiously yanked up to hide her ruffled sandy blonde hair once more.

Somewhere in the back of her head, the night before flickered by in a haze, appearing somewhat clear, but completely incomprehensible all at once. Wild, hazy shapes danced across her retinas, reminiscing the form of her blonde counterpart and part time lover, but even as her mind tried to piece the scene together, a dull ache not unlike that of a late night sparring session emanated from her nether region. With a soft, almost wry smile, Temari allowed her eyelids to flutter up beneath the thin, protective veil that was her blanket, only to stare directly into the chiseled side of one Naruto Uzumaki.

Slouched across the bed with only a fraction of the blanket to cover up his form, the blonde haired Hokage audibly snored where he lay, at the complete mercy of the woman that was his part time lover and full time sex addict.

With a sudden rush of excitement and warmth, the events of the day before slammed into her already fragile mind, practically shattering what little remained of her innocence along with the distinctive memory of taking not one, not two, but three cocks in her pristine pussy only a few hours before; an act that her body reprimanded her for with a dull ache, pulsating through her groin in waves of pain and pleasure.

The Temari of old, the one that had originally been assigned the mission of being the ambassador between Konoha and Suna, would have been appalled by the events of the evening before. A cock in each hand, two in each hole, with so many more that her body, well trained from years of being a kunoichi, still ached to the point where the act of pulling her covers up had left her muscles sore. Granted, as she gingerly eased the covers aside with a smile upon her pink, plump lips, the sandy blonde couldn't help but trail her eyes down along her lover's chiseled side.

As naked as she was, he could match her inch by inch. From the pecs of his chest, to the abs of his stomach, her fingers could trace every single line of the muscles across his body. Down along a toned, yet somewhat slender waist, past his toned thighs, down along his legs, devoid of any hair… before at last, the ambassador returned her eyes to the prize between his legs.

Even when soft, the mere sight of her lover's cock set her groin ablaze, made her mouth water, and before she herself could even register what she did, her left hand had reached out to caress and cup the swollen length of his flaccid cock. To call him overly large was, of course, an exaggeration, but nonetheless, the Seventh Hokage was almost as long when soft as when he was hard. It hung down atop his balls, legs spread wide and splayed to either side, but with her singular hand, Temari instead set her sight upon her lover's swollen sack. An apple would be an accurate feeling, seeing as to how his nuts expertly fit into the palm of her hand without spilling out too much.

Squeezing her hand ever so slightly however, a soft grunt escaped through her lover's throat, causing her grip to soften instantaneously. Although, Naruto himself had yet to awaken.

Between the balls within the palm of her hand and the soft cock that hung down upon it from above, Temari practically had to gulp in order to not drool. Already, her womanhood practically quivered from the thought of mounting her blonde lover, despite the rigorous workout it had received all throughout the evening beforehand.

Halting for only a moment, Temari slowly nodded her head to herself, using her other hand to push aside the blanket covering a majority of her naked form. Upon doing so however, a different kind of sight met her sea green eyes; one that made her already drenched pussy quiver from arousal alone.

From the top of her shins, up along her soft thighs, past her cum leaking pussy, up along her curvaceous stomach and tender breasts, a coating of white was splattered all around her form. From thick strands to globs of dried sperm, wherever she turned her gaze, the sandy blonde only shuddered all the more. Her pussy had been one thing, creampied with such disregard for her own fertility that she wouldn't be surprised if she had awoken pregnant, but the rest of her body as well-

What little hesitation had resided within her mind dissipated as quickly as it arose, for with a sly, devilish smile that stretched her pink, plump lips wide, the cum coated ambassador stealthily rolled over. Her left knee was placed on the other side of the Seventh Hokage's muscled form, resting a mere inch away from the side of his thigh as her palms fell down upon his chiseled chest. The motion alone threatened to draw forth a subdued whimper from her lips, for as soon as she moved, the entirety of her body cried out for relief. What on earth had they even done to exercise her so vigorously…?

Atop his groin however, the view was grandiose. Caressing the pecs of her lover's chest as gently as she could, Temari steadied herself, heaving in a series of soft breaths before redirecting one hand down to the apex of her legs. With slow, meticulous motions, her nimble fingers enclosed around the soft shaft that was her lover's cock, giving it a few quick pumps to rouse it from its slumber, grinding it against her slit when a pulse and a throb made it harden on the spot. The simple brush against her dripping slit made Temari clench her teeth together where she sat, so focused on not being noticed that her eyes screwed themselves shut.

Naruto was, without a doubt, a slow starter. Especially in the circumstances she now found herself in. Attempting to turn him on without letting him see, not that he could have done so while asleep in the first place, meant that she had to play dirty. Pressing the tip of his softly pulsating cock against the lubricated hole between her legs, Temari pushed it up the tiniest bit, biting down against her bottom lip as a soft moan almost made itself known. The very tip of his dick slid inside of her slit, stretching her out the tiniest bit while clogging up the steady stream of cum that had undoubtedly stained their bed through the evening before.

The moment the tip of his dick was inside of her snatch, Temari shuddered atop her sleeping lover's lap, pressing his length deeper inside of her slit with the aid of a hand. Every little twitch of life that coursed through it sent a shiver down the length of her spine, every throb, every revitalizing pulse that only served to harden his cock made the woman herself quiver. Before long however, the swollen cock within her cunt had hardened considerably, and with it, with its tip spreading her lower lips apart, Temari's eyes began to roll up into the back of her head.

A soft gasp slipped through pink, plump lips just in time for the man beneath her to let loose a soft grunt, be it of pleasure or awakening, Temari herself would never know. Rising up from her place atop his groin, the sandy blonde ambassador began to bounce her hips up and down, chewing down upon her bottom lip for some time, before tossing even that aside.

Loud, rambunctious moans reverberated through the bedroom dedicated to the Seventh Hokage as Temari happily bounced up and down atop his lap, pressing her palms down against her lover's chest for support. His cock had hardened completely inside of her snatch, so stiff in fact that Temari herself had practically swooned, but before long, even that mattered little. She rode, bucked her hips, let loose moan upon moan until even the people on the street below were sure to hear her blissful cries.

With a start and a soft gasp, Temari chomped her mouth shut as to not drool, quivering in place as her lover's swollen cockhead brushed up against a particularly sore spot inside of her slit. Focusing all of her attention to hit that spot again, Temari's legs shook around Naruto's waist; the invisible coil within her stomach growing tighter and tighter until-

"You're a maniac, d'ya know that…" a half asleep voice snapped the sandy blonde free from her haze, accompanied by a yawn from below and a set of hands upon her smooth thighs.

Flashing the still half asleep blonde a smile, Temari slowed her pace as much as her meager restraint would allow, focusing instead on grinding her hips back and forth atop his groin. The only reply her lover received was a particularly throaty moan as a gush of warm, sticky precum splashed out across the entrance to her womb.

Rolling his eyes as visibly as he could from where he lay, Naruto's hands shifted away from Temari's thighs, down to gingerly pat her long, silky legs, before at last finding their place upon her bubbly butt. With a clasp that made even Temari's back straighten, and a clasp that caused her already large breasts to jiggle rhythmically, an audible smack reverberated through the bedroom as he practically spanked the sandy blonde's cheeks.

That, along with a harsh upward thrust that knocked the breath free from her lungs, was the only incentive Temari needed to continue. Despite his rather weary complaint, the blonde Hokage had yet to say no to a singular one of Temari's suggestions. In the back of her head, as her hips resumed their frantic pace of jumping up and down until her pussy audibly squelched, she vividly recalled the sensation of being filled to the brim and beyond, being forced to walk the streets of Konoha without a scrap of clothing, coated in a thick layer of cum from the dozens of clone cocks she had been set to please.

A way to allow the original to work, the clones had claimed, but to her, it mattered little. Be they clones or not, a cock was a cock, and a creampie was still a creampie.

"S-so!" Temari began, barking out a breath of air as Naruto began to pump her up and down atop his lap. "W-what are we doing t- aaahn~ today?" Shivering atop her lover's lap, the sandy blonde ambassador schooled her features, taking on a diplomatic tone despite the squelching of her cunt.

"I have a meeting with the future head of the Hyuga clan in a bit- hmph," with a particularly rough thrust, the blonde bottomed out inside of Temari's snatch, forcibly rolling them over onto the side atop a creaking bed. "After that, I should be free~" The moment they were on their sides, with Temari's chest jiggling against the now violently rattling bed, the blonde haired Hokage brought up the first of his plans that day.

"Then, we could h-have some luuunch~" Rolling her eyes up into the back of her head, Temari came where she lay, her pussy squirting out its arousal around the clog that was her lover's cock.

Nodding his head softly from the bed, Naruto Uzumaki lowered one of his hands down to the ambassador's curvaceous, unblemished thigh, caressing it gently, almost lovingly for the briefest moment before even his endurance grew thin. With his free hand, held in place by the side of Temari's stomach, the blonde formed a one handed sign, summoning forth a clone of himself behind Temari's back; equally naked and hard as the original, with a very knowing smirk upon its lips.

"How does s-sushi s-" before she could so much as finish her sentence, Temari's lips fell agape in a silent scream. Behind her back, the pressure of a second cock forced itself between her jiggling ass cheeks, parting her puckered rosebud in a mere moment as it began to slide its thick, throbbing cock inside her behind. In the aftermath of her first orgasm of the day, Temari's pussy clenched down upon the original Naruto's cock, milking it for all that it was worth as the cock within her asshole bottomed out as well.

"Why don't we go for ramen today?~" Naruto huskily whispered his suggestion into the ambassador's ear, a wide, toothy smirk upon his lips as every single inch of his cock was massaged by Temari's velvety walls.

In opposition to before however, his reply did not come quickly, nor did the woman between him and his clone make so much as a motion to reply. Between their combined assault, Temari quivered, shuddered, moaned, groaned and squirted in tandem, hardly breathing as her tender asshole was ravaged by a particularly impatient clone.

The notion that her lover's clones had their own unique quirks had been a foolish thought when the theory was presented to her at first, but alas, the more of them she took, the more the theory became a reality. Some liked anal, others wanted double penetration, while some had been so bold as to only ever use her hair when getting off…

"C-cumming~" At last, Temari's voice came out as a hushed whisper, barely audible enough for either of the Narutos to overhear it, while still being loud enough to make Temari herself convinced that she had managed to say it.

In a flash of tightness that far surpassed the pleasant massaging that both the original and the clone of Naruto had received, her pussy and ass clamped down around their cocks, halting any and all motion as they were locked within a barrier of warmth. To the original, it felt as if his groin was underwater; drenched in its entirety by the arousal of his lover, despite his cock serving as a cork for her overused snatch. Behind her back, the clone could do naught more than grunt as its cock was locked in place, resulting in its hands moving up to grope and molest Temari's tits.

Exchanging a brief glance with the clone behind their lover's back, Naruto nodded his head in a silent agreement, letting go of his restraint simultaneously as his clone. The result was immediate, accompanied by a torrent of warmth that made even Temari's breathing hitch within her throat.

From the front and the back, both cocks all but erupted within mere moments, dumping a torrent of scalding sperm inside of Temari's depths. Heavy, thick gushes of cum splashed up against her tenderized womb, breaking through her battered entrance to fill it to the brim, causing Temari's arms to go limp as her eyes rolled all the way up into the back of her head. From behind, the shadow clone that had been summoned to join the fun came less, but nonetheless, its load splashed out across Temari's already well used asshole, coating it in a lubricating river of cum. Had she still been conscious, then Temari herself might have coughed from the sudden influx of sperm; so great was its force that even her breath was knocked free from her lungs.

However, even before the original could enjoy the reprieve that came with Temari's exhaustion, the clone behind her back gave the original a quick salute and a cheeky grin, dispelling on its own.

Rolling his head back upon the bed, every sensation and experience felt by the clone crashed back inside of his mind, and with the tip of his dick pressed up against the entrance to Temari's womb, Naruto Uzumaki came again, depositing a second, much smaller load into his lover's fertile vagina with a flurry of high pressure jets of cum. With Temari in his embrace, the blonde haired Hokage could at last relax, allowing himself to roll back over onto his back, dragging Temari along with him so that her voluptuous breasts pressed down against his chiseled chest.

Making a mental note for him and only him to know, Naruto pondered how best to convince Temari to move back into the apartment provided to her as a honored ambassador from one of Konoha's greatest allies. Without him moving in after her.

With the perpetually sex starved woman atop him however, that thought was hastily pushed aside as his left hand fell down to pull the blanket back across the two of them, hunkering down in bed to recuperate as much as he could before the devilish fiend atop his chest awoke for another round.

--

Raising a hand up towards his forehead, glistening with a thin sheen of sweat so early in the day, Naruto Uzumaki pondered one singular thing to himself as his bright blue eyes swiveled left and right. How had he come to be in a situation like that, wherein his life had been flipped upside down by a woman he hardly knew a few years beforehand.

In the aftermath of his rather spontaneous awakening, Temari had taken the liberty to do a second and a third round, invading his shower an hour after the fact to have her morning protein shake. Post shower, the greatest benefit to Temari living in his apartment did rear its head, in the form of her making the two of them a proper breakfast; no ramen, as she had quite stubbornly proclaimed, a spatula in hand and a handful of eggs set aside.

Throughout the entirety of his life, ramen had been on the menu for breakfast, lunch, dinner and anything before or after the fact. A midnight snack had been ramen, a weekend treat had been ramen, and as far as he could tell, the thought of not having ramen for breakfast had only made him want it more. Cracking a few eggs along the side of a frying pan, Temari's voice had come out as a startlingly feminine hum, following a tune that the Hokage himself had never heard. However…

Letting loose a soft sigh where he stood, awaiting the arrival of his companion for the day, the vivid image of a certain sandy blonde haired woman's pale, luscious body flashed through his mind, made modest by the white, frilly apron she had put on to safeguard her unblemished breasts and cleanly shaven pussy. From where he sat, a frown upon his face and a half hard cock that just would not stop, his lover's silky legs and bubbly butt had swayed at their own pace, either oblivious to his pain or blatantly aware of the fact.

A few minutes afterwards, and no shortage of cheeky comments from his fellow blonde about how perverted he was for ogling a woman while she made him food, and the duo split up to go about their business. His plans were clear, but Temari…

Somewhere in the back of his head, the blonde haired Hokage continuously looked around in search of his part time lover, half expecting her to be somewhere nearby, at most points in time.

--

The moment Naruto Uzumaki had stepped out through the door leading into the wild blue world beyond their shared apartment, the half naked Temari rolled her eyes at the concept of his plans for the day. For hours, the two had made love, both in bed and in the shower, along with her feet brushing up against the swollen bulge within his black shinobi slacks. Setting aside the plates the two had used, the ambassador began the autonomous motions of cleaning up, pulling out a sponge while bringing their plates over towards the sink.

His plans for the day had put her in a mildly sour mood, but so far, teasing her impromptu boyfriend was far too much fun for her to do anything else. Even someone like her, someone that had only lived there for a handful of years knew how many people wanted the Hokage to get together with the Hyuga heiress, so much so that it was repeatedly brought up whenever the two crossed paths. To her credit, Hinata Hyuga had repeatedly expressed that the two were friends, without any connection beyond that, but nonetheless…

Letting loose a soft grunt of annoyance, the kunoichi from Suna clenched down upon the sponge in her hand, draining it of all moisture in mere moments. The Hyuga clan was one of Konoha's most prominent clans, and a highly political influence within the village itself, so for the Hokage to desire to be on good terms with the clan was a matter of course. Every reason that came to mind was perfectly reasonable, logical, and some made more sense than others. Still, the more the sandy blonde thought about the fact, the more a single question arose within her mind.

Would Naruto go out of his way to seduce the heiress, in order to keep her on his side politically?

A few moments passed by, a few motionless moments of silence, but before long, the sandy blonde ambassador could do little more than giggle at the prospect. Naruto, the very same man that had believed themselves to have a sparring match when Temari greeted him in bed, half naked, would not be able to seduce anyone on purpose.

Nonetheless…

Rinsing off the remains of their scrambled eggs from the plates, Temari brought over the frying pan as well, rinsing it off with warm water to remove any potential stains from it. With the plates set aside, and the pan put upside down to dry, the kunoichi tugged apart the straps holding her frilly apron in place, folding it up for later usage. Checking in on him wouldn't hurt, so long as she maintained her distance and remained cool regardless of what she discovered.

Sauntering into their shared bedroom with a devious glint in her eyes, Temari let loose a faint giggle upon entry, practically overwhelmed on the spot by the sheer stench of sex that lingered within the room. The bed sheets were ravaged from a long night and an even wilder morning, a chore to be done later, and no matter where she gazed, splatters of dried cum had seeped into the blankets and sheets alike.

However, her diplomatic objective was not there, but rather, atop a dresser pressed up against the wall, beside a wardrobe filled to the brim with orange coats and jumpsuits. Reaching out with one hand, a pair of lacy black panties were retrieved, slid up along her long, toned legs with ease, whilst her other hand picked up her discarded kimono from the side of the bed.

Heaving in a deep breath of air, Temari steeled her nerves as she arose from the bedside. In all actuality, she truly should go out to a remote training field to do her exercises, if only just to maintain her physique and skill. On the day of her last visit to the Hokage Tower, a request had been sent her way from a lumber yard, requesting additional resources for the expansion of the village. As cheeky of a request as it had been, Naruto had slid it towards her, asking for her assistance with the matter due to her particular summoning technique.

Easing her slender arms through the holes of her lavender colored kimono, it took her little to no time to put it in place, smoothing out the wrinkles that had formed from her carelessly tossing it aside the day before. Wrapping an onyx sash around her belly to serve as the obi for her outfit, the ambassador from Suna soon stepped through the hallway leading up to the very same door that her lover had taken no more than ten minutes beforehand.

Beyond the thin wood that separated their shared alcove of love from the rest of the world, the sun hung high in the skies above her head, shining its rays of radiant light down upon the world without a cloud in sight. Further down the wooden walkway to her right, a pair of male shinobi made their way towards the stairwell, looking up just in time to greet the ambassador with a smile. Waving her hand back with a gentle smile upon her pink lips, her feet began to move on their own accord, bringing the gale that was Temari into the bustling heart of Konohagakure.

From the moment her feet touched down upon the soft soil that made up a majority of the village's streets, the sandy blonde haired kunoichi was forced to bring a hand up to shield her eyes from the resplendent sunlight above; frowning ever so slightly as her eyes grew accustomed to the brightness outside. The weather truly was great, more so than she had anticipated before setting foot upon the soil of the street itself. A wave of warmth washed out across the village as a whole, causing some areas to become sweltering in comparison to how they were before. One such street was, unfortunately, where she herself now stood.

Taking but a moment to compose herself, attire aside, the ambassador from Suna resumed her earlier motions, sauntering down the streets of Konoha at a leisurely pace.

When it came down to it, she herself hardly even knew where to begin looking for her part time lover. The bustling streets of Konohagakure were in the midst of an expansion, growing longer by the day with more and more houses and buildings rising up where there had been nothing before it. Sometime ago, the village itself had been leveled with the earth, creating naught but a massive crater in its wake. Now, however, that thought was almost as redundant as a faraway dream.

While a majority of the ground had been leveled out over the years, the village itself descended downward slightly, smoothened out by steps dug out into the dirt itself, reinforced with stone bricks. In cooperation with Suna, Konoha's masonries had grown exponentially, attaining experience and knowledge about stoneworking that no one in the village had had before. Some of Sunagakure's most proficient smiths had appeared in the village as well, to learn the techniques of their allied village, and to share the bounties of their own knowledge.

In the midst of her thoughts, a trio of Genin dashed along the rooftops to her right, seemingly in a rush towards the Hokage Tower, though what they hoped to find was beyond her. Sometime that year, the task of assigning missions had been passed off to a separate part of the Hokage Tower's staff, giving the Hokage himself some much needed relief… to instead handle the monumental task of keeping up with the paperwork of an ever growing village.

Wherever she cast her gaze, men and women alike had begun to pour into the streets of Konohagakure, a majority of which were shinobi, either preparing to head out on missions of their own, or meeting up with their colleagues and friends for the day. Although, that was by no means the sight that she looked for.

As cryptic as her lover had been about his plans for the day, Temari herself had assumed that the Hokage would meet the Hyuga heiress by one of Konoha's more localized cafes. The thought of catching him in the midst of a bowl at Ichiraku's Ramen did cross her mind, but surely, a member of the esteemed Hyuga clan wouldn't begin their day with a meal like that.

Continuing down the road leading deeper into the sprawling metropolis that was Konoha, Temari's eyes swiveled back and forth, ever in search of that tuft of yellow hair, while keeping her eyes peeled for anyone else she might know as well. None of the girls from the Konoha Twelve were likely to be awake by then, unless they had official duties to tend to.

Swirling around on the balls of her feet, the lavender clad woman took a side alley to her left, crossing over from one street to the next on her way through what had once been the original residential district.

From what little she had gleaned from her surprisingly tight-lipped lover, the general plans for the future of Konoha involved turning the area before the Hokage Tower into a proper business area, which of course included turning the houses already built into more of a shopping district. Naturally, before ever reaching that point, a new residential district had to be built, to house all the tenants that had lived in the village all of their lives.

Allowing the faintest smile to cross her lips at the thought, Temari's gaze arose from its place on the dirt path before her; lighting up as that tuft of yellow hair came into view. Seated upon the chair of an outdoors cafe, with a cup of something unidentifiable in his hands, Naruto Uzumaki gently nodded his head in reply to something that his companion had said; a companion that, upon closer inspection, had deigned to wear a striped hoodie, faded pink in color and much more form fitting than what she mostly wore before.

Halting all motion altogether, Temari pressed herself up against the wall to her right, minimizing her overall visibility as her eyes lingered upon the woman that was Hinata Hyuga. From top to bottom, the woman was nothing if not pristine, proper and perfect, as far as Temari herself could tell. Long, smooth legs ascended from a set of ladylike geta shoes, unblemished and practically radiant in the sunlight, until the view was obstructed by a pair of light brown shorts. From what little she had interacted with the heiress, most clothes were form fitting, despite the indigo haired woman trying her hardest to make them larger. Above the shorts that framed her thighs perfectly, alluringly so, came the faded pink hoodie she wore, and of course, a chest that far surpassed Temari's own was framed to perfection, leaving nothing to the imagination, even from afar. For Naruto himself, the view had to have been fantastic.

The two really were talking over a cup of coffee, a somewhat serious expression adorning the blonde's face as his lips curled in a wry smile. What the two truly spoke about, Temari herself would never know, but her eyes strained themselves to try to read her part time boyfriend's lips.

Opposite from him however, the heiress and representative of the Hyuga clan was as neutral as ever, primly seated upon her chair, thighs pressed together, even as she replied to a rather grave comment, based solely upon the grim expression that adorned Naruto's face. From where she stood, it took Temari a moment to lean back, releasing a breath of air that she herself had not noticed she had held back.

With a shake of her head so that her sandy blonde hair rustled behind her back, the ambassador from Suna questioned what she had decided to do. Naruto had spent the last twelve hours pummeling and reshaping her holes to only fit his cock, she reminded herself with a blush, gazing around in search of someone, anyone that might have seen her cheeks burn bright.

Although, as she returned her gaze to the duo that lounged upon the pavilion of a coffee shop, Temari was greeted by a set of bright blue eyes, zeroing in on her little hiding spot around the corner of a house.

They were no more than a few dozen feet away, on the other side of the somewhat narrow street, so to notice her from his angle should have come as no surprise. However, the moment Naruto's eyes were upon her, a sheepish grin took over for the radiant blush she had had before. Reaching up towards the top of her kimono, with one hand placed on either side of her top, Temari flashed Naruto a wolfish grin, tugging the lavender cloth aside to expose her chest; devoid of a bra, nipples hardening from the cool air that blew through the alley.

Across the street, she could visibly see Naruto choke, coughing upon the coffee he had unsuspectingly sipped in the midst of the day, amid a small group of people that all gazed upon him with worry in their eyes.

From her place beside him, Hinata Hyuga began to rise from her chair, a pale hand stretched out to soothingly rub the blonde Hokage's back; a gesture the blonde himself waved off, reaching down for a napkin to tidy himself back up. By the time the blonde Hokage had steadied his nerves, and quelled the tenting of his pants, his eyes swiveled around to shoot a glare into the alley wherein a pair of breasts had been blatantly exposed… only to pause, seeing nothing there after all.

Temari had, as quickly as the deed was done, run off to go about her own business for the day. A light training day at one of the faraway training grounds, tactical assessment, as well as a tour around the facilities that would be used for that year's upcoming Chunin exam. Konohagakure had been chosen as the site of the exam itself, to pave the way for the newest member of the alliance forged between the shinobi villages the following year. The Samurai nation, far to the north.

The first order of business was undoubtedly to check in with the Hokage's advisor, and her fellow proctor for the exams, Shikamaru Nara. Smiling softly to herself as her legs energetically carried her through the bustling village, Shikamaru had been the man she had come to talk to Naruto about, originally. Between the two of them, she had intended to ask the blonde for a favor, hoping that he might learn what she lacked, to see whether or not she would have her chances with the current head of the Nara clan.

Although, somewhere along the way, instead of approaching the lazy shinobi about the fact, her feelings had been swayed elsewhere, along with an uncertain amount of her common sense. In hindsight, perhaps it had been a poor choice to meet a knuckleheaded ninja in bed, adorned only in the skimpiest lingerie a woman could buy?

Due in part to the strenuous schedule of the Hokage's aide, Shikamaru had agreed to meet up in the weekend to discuss the coming festivities, mouthing off his would-be catchphrase after their initial meeting had ended. It was, for lack of a better word, a drag to spend her days off planning for an event such as that, but nonetheless, with both an unbreakable focus and resolve, the ambassador sauntered off towards the Nara residence, not at all perplexed by the way the wind billowed around her dainty legs; causing the skirt of her kimono to rise, granting whoever was nearby a plentiful view of her thoroughly drenched panties.

On her way to meet the friend that would help occupy her time, many men and women were flashed by the kunoichi's panties, unbeknownst to Temari, of course.

--

"So… where did you run off to today?" A soft, polite tone broke through the silence that stretched on within the enclosure of an apartment, persisting in its attempt to pry the ambassador's lips apart. "I figured we were meeting up for lunch."

Seated within the couch of his apartment, Naruto Uzumaki crossed his eyes, peering through the open archway leading into what had once been his bachelor bedroom. In the aftermath of his afternoon meeting, the blonde had gone back and forth between his meeting spot, the office and his apartment, half confused as to whether or not he had seen his roommate on the streets or not. Calling it his own deranged imagination, to think that he would fantasize about a woman flashing him in broad daylight, was something the blonde Hokage would rather like to avoid.

"How'd your date go?" Temari eventually, sullenly replied, a huff to her tone as she sauntered out from within the enclosure that was his bedroom.

"It wasn't a date," Naruto countered, though mentally, he chided himself for falling for the goad. "But it did go well."

Mentally, the blonde reminded himself about the gravity of the situations they had discussed that day, along with a matter of utmost importance to him; albeit one that his indigo haired friend could relate to with a somber look in her pale eyes. Beside the internal affairs and the process of clearing out a century of tradition, Hinata Hyuga herself had become hard pressed to find a mate, as her feral teammate often referred to it as. Summarized vaguely, she had referred to it as an issue in regards to personal preference, but when asked about it specifically, the heiress had directed his attention elsewhere.

Passing him by on the couch, Temari allowed her expression to change from its sullen look to a more cheerful one. The blonde Hokage was a great many things, but the one thing he was not, and the one thing he severely lacked the ability to do, was to lie. Over the time they had spent together, the subject had come up repeatedly, and be it due to her upbringing or his inability to do so, whenever he had tried to dodge a subject or lie his way through it, he had been met by a scowl and an even harder, almost aggressive ride.

"It really wasn't a date?" Trying once more, the sandy blonde ambassador put out her feelers, enveloping the entirety of the room in her perimeter to assure herself that what he said was the truth.

Letting loose what could only be described as the sigh of a weary man, Naruto shook his head, eventually turning his attention towards his diplomatic friend and lover. "If you'd count that as a date, then we're practically married from that time on the monument."

At the mere mention of their little adventure, Temari's cheeks burned bright, averting her gaze so as to not meet the gleaming look of entertainment within her lover's bright blue eyes. It hadn't been their intended place to go, but that night, Temari had been naked, on her knees atop the head of the Fourth Hokage, moaning her head off for all of the village to see. How the two hadn't been caught by the sentries that roamed the village at night, neither one knew, but that hadn't ever stopped her fellow blonde from teasing her about the fact.

Everyone had their kink, as far as she was aware. Naruto was, contrary to popular belief, hesitant to use his shadow clones on just about anyone. It required a woman and a half to handle more than one cock, but to present a poor, innocent girl with a dozen of the village's hero's cock? It would break more people than the blonde Hokage would like to admit.

For Temari, if she were to narrow it down to a single kink, it would be exhibitionism. The surge of exhilaration and joy that coursed through her veins when doing something public, such as the aforementioned venture to the top of the Hokage monument, had drenched her panties in mere moments. Being seen by others was not what set her off, but rather, the risk of it all, the risk of being caught naked, drenched in cum, panting and heaving for breath-

Snapping free from the lull she had been lured inside of, Temari shook her head violently, clearing away the thought that had once again made her legs quiver. Her attire at the time did her no favors when it came to hiding the fact, nor would her fellow blonde complain if she suddenly disrobed.

From the moment she had returned to the apartment, Temari had all but tossed her kimono aside, pausing long enough to ogle herself in a mirror, before angrily stomping off in the general direction of their bedroom. At that point in time, the only piece of cloth that covered her was a thong, though whether it was intentional or not, the train of thought she had been assaulted by had begun to drench through the cloth.

A moment of silence stretched on between the two of them from then, interrupted only by the soft clinking of glass against glass as Temari's nimble fingers sifted through the cupboards within Naruto's former bachelor apartment. Absent-mindedly, the sandy blonde ambassador reached out to pull aside the door of the fridge, grabbing a bottle of local wine that she had yet to identify before pouring it into their two glasses.

Between the fully clothed Hokage and the practically naked ambassador, two glasses of wine would be more than enough. Sauntering around the back of the couch however, Temari placed his glass quite a ways away, finding herself a comfortable seat upon the armrest of the couch while eyeing him up wearily.

"What did the two of you talk about?" She bluntly asked, crossing one arm underneath her bust while the other brought the glass up towards her luscious lips.

The only true reply she received was a frown, accompanied by a sigh as her partner stretched himself out to grab the glass on the far side of the table. "Diplomatic relations between Konoha and Kumo." It was a vague enough answer, but based solely on what she had overheard, it was a matter pertaining to the Hyuga clan specifically.

Rolling that little nugget of information through her head, Temari allowed herself to relax a tiny bit more, eventually curling her lips into a wicked smile. "And how long were you ogling her tits after I showed you mine?"

To her left, an audible cough echoed throughout the room as her blonde companion had been in the midst of a sip, coughing up his wine with an almost aghast expression coating his face. Naruto, however, did not comment on it further, which only made Temari's smile grow wider.

"W-what about you?" He asked instead, wiping away a trickle of wine with his left thumb before focusing his attention upon his mostly naked companion; her chest, in particular, as Temari herself made particular note of. The way his eyes lingered upon her breasts sent a cold shiver up the length of her spine.

Tapping a long, dainty finger against the bottom of her chin, Temari paused for a moment, pushing her chest out the tiniest bit to lock her lover's gaze in place. "Oh, the usual. A little flirting here, suggestive comments there. I'm sure half the village saw my panties, at one point~" Purring out the final bit, Temari spread her legs a tiny bit more, reaching down with her free hand to rub circles along her left thigh.

"Could you imagine it, if you hadn't so thoroughly trained me back then, I might have been dating Shikamaru by now~" Chuckling to herself, Temari's gaze shifted away from her wine. "Though I'm sure he's well equipped. Those shadows of his, combined with his cock-"

"You were interested in Shikamaru?" Before Temari could finish her sentence however, Naruto spoke up, dropping a bomb so obvious that even Temari had to pause, jaw agape.

It was an innocent enough question, but somehow, the mere thought that her companion hadn't ever noticed, nor paid it any mind, blew the jealousy within her mind away. Gone was the thought of her part time boyfriend sleeping with Hinata Hyuga, gone were the lingering doubts that had soured her mood to the point where even Shikamaru Nara had been on the receptive end, for in their place, only a sympathetic worry remained.

Creeping down into the couch by his side, the ambassador reached aside to pluck her lover's glass from within his fingers, setting aside both hers and his glass to focus her attention solely on him.

"Pay it no mind. Would you be so kind as to undo your trousers, or do I have to do it for you?" Instead, the conversation and the course of action for the night was shifted away, if only to avoid the realization that the man by her side was oblivious to a fault.

Without so much as waiting for his approval or not, Temari's left hand slid down to undo her lover's pants, gently tugging on the waistband as Naruto himself raised his hips off of the couch. The sight that met her eyes however, made a sentence roll off of her tongue with ease.

"No underwear?" With a purr, Temari's sea green eyes rolled down to behold the sight that was his half hard cock, oozing precum where he sat, twitching and throbbing before her scrutinizing gaze.

"It was warm today," Naruto complained out loud, not at all bothered by the proximity of his lover's head. "I can't control the weather, you know."

On her end, as her head sank closer still, Temari chose to withhold the comment that had arisen the quickest. Everyone went commando from time to time, men and women alike, sometimes for fun, other times for the convenience of it all. Although, what stood out to her was the fact that he had done so, while attending an official meeting with the heiress of a prominent. Holding that comment back however, Temari dipped her head down, lips agape with her tongue lolled out; swirling it against the broad tip of Naruto's half hard dick.

"Besides, it's not like she'd-" As quickly as he began to speak, Naruto heaved in a sharp breath of air, freezing up in place as a warm, wet tongue enveloped the tip of his dick. Swiveling back and forth, lathering his cock with her warmth, Temari's breath followed suit, coating his length in the promising warmth that was her mouth.

With an exhale to match his sharp inhale, Naruto allowed his head to roll backward, reclining in its entirety against the back of the couch; eyelids fluttered shut whilst a soft smile spread across his lips. Between his legs, Temari's tongue was soon replaced by her luscious lips, enveloping the tip of his dick in mere moments before audibly suckling it where she lay.

The position in and off of itself was awkward, with her halfway laid out across one half of the couch, but nonetheless, her blonde lover could hardly seem to care. From the moment her lips closed in around the bulbous tip of his dick, a hand soft pressure arose from the back of her head; a hand placed there to hold the ambassador in place. Of course, Temari herself had no such intention at all.

With her lips sealed tightly around his throbbing cock, her tongue began to move once more, circling around the swollen tip, teasingly rubbing the slit atop his bloated cockhead, before returning to the ridge that was the mushroom shaped head of the cock within her mouth. Slowly, deliberately and teasingly so, she lowered her head, sinking another inch of his cock inside of her mouth, followed by a second and third, all the while caressing his shaft with her nimble tongue. In no time at all, her lover was as erect as he had been the evening before, stiffly bumping up against the back of her throat whilst the hand atop her head blocked off her retreat.

Allowing her eyelids to flutter shut, Temari focused her attention upon her task and nothing else, gently bobbing her head up and down as far as the hand upon her head would allow. Gone was the lingering annoyance of catching her lover on a date with another woman, replaced solely by a deep sated arousal, and the moistening sensation of her panties growing damp.

For every inch of his cock that escaped through her pursed lips, another two replaced it when she dove her head back down, slowly but surely bobbing on and off of his cock in its entirety, all the while swirling her tongue around his tip and the bottom of his shaft. Dipping her head all the way down, Temari let out a soft retch, but still maintained her stride; sliding her tongue out of her mouth to lick at the top of his balls.

"It's not like anyone was killed for going commando for a day," Naruto continued to mumble, his left hand pinching his chin whilst his right one roamed down along the length of Temari's body. "Would give me easy access if you did it though~"

When Temari brought her head halfway up the length of her lover's cock, her eyelids fluttered up, eyes wide as a pressure she hadn't felt before emanated from her behind. With his hand above her rear, Naruto Uzumaki had slid a finger down against her recently ravaged backdoor, pressing a finger through the ring of muscle there, before plunging it into the depth that was her asshole. Popping off of his cock as a result, the sandy blonde ambassador let loose a breathy moan, eyes lidded and face flushes as the finger within her rear began to pump in earnest.

"Didn't tell you to pull off, did I?~" As quickly as her lungs had received their reprieve, a hand fell down upon the back of her head once more, pushing her back down upon his cock, though this time, it was by no means gentle. With his hand still locked in place, Naruto dragged her head up and down along the length of his dick, all the way down to the base to hold her in place, before pulling her away, leaving only the very tip of his dick inside of her cunt of a mouth.

The moment he began to push her head down however, the blonde Hokage thrust his hips upward, meeting Temari halfway there as the very tip of his dick buried itself inside of her throat, as deeply as it could reach. Rolling his head back with a soft moan spilling forth from his lips, Naruto came, his cockhead buried against the back of her throat, all the while spewing what could only be a gallon of scalding sperm down her throat. For every vicious gush, her eyes watered, her nostrils flared, and despite the warmth that practically burned through her throat, Temari herself could do little more than quiver around the fingers that so ravenously played with her ass.

How long she had been held there, locked in place, doing naught but shoveling down her lover's load with her tongue, Temari did not know. A minute could have passed, an hour could have gone by without her so much as noticing it, not with a set of fingers pressing down against the depths of her ass. Yet, when her oral occupation came to its end, and when her head was freed once more, Temari's eyes rolled up to ogle the clock on the opposite side of the living room.

Only half a minute had gone by, thirty seconds of nothing but bliss and joy, quivering in place as her most sensitive and underused hole was pleasured, all the while devouring the first load of the night.

"Fuck, that hit the spot~" The moment her lips were freed from the cork that was his cock, Temari let loose a satisfied moan, swiping her tongue out to lick her luscious lips clean. "Round two in bed?" Flashing him a smirk however, the ambassador hardly took a moment to recover, rising up onto her feet with Naruto's fingers gliding out of her underused ass.

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Breathy, rampant moans echoed throughout Konohagakure, accompanied by springs so creaky that they couldn't have come from the apartment belonging to the Seventh Hokage. Audible claps from hips crashing against a woman's rear bounced off of the walls, and as a set of hands moved down to roughly tug at a woman's wrists, the scenery within uncovered windows unfolded for the neighbors to hear.

The short walk between the living room and the bedroom had taken the duo no time at all, though by the time Naruto crossed the threshold of the bedroom, his eyes had been met by a most welcome sight. Temari, bent over at the very edge of his bed, face pressed down against the bed sheets, peering back at him expectantly. Her panties were nowhere to be seen, tossed aside somewhere within the room, leaving her glistening folds on full display; smooth, curvaceous thighs spread wide in an unmatched display.

Somewhere within the back of his head, a soft spoken voice had urged him on to claim her pussy, to ravage it and gape it until there was no doubt about whose property it was; so that, if she ever did have sex with anyone else, they would find it tough to fit in. However, that had not been his objective for the night.

Without too much swagger behind his steps, Naruto had stepped forth, easing his jacket off of his shoulders, kicking off his pants along the way, all to stand beside her rear, as naked as the day that he was born. As the temptation to pillage her pussy subsided, and as his cock stiffened once more, the blonde Hokage had found his destination.

Temari was, without a doubt, an experienced woman by that point in time. From gangbangs to exhibitionism, then back to double and triple penetration, she had experienced it all under the tutelage of her lover. Although, when his hands descended upon her rear, spreading it apart for his cock, even she had flinched back. No lube was applied, no more than a finger had stretched her out before, but nonetheless, the moment he could, Naruto Uzumaki pressed the swollen tip of his dick down against her unprepared, quivering hole…

… and she had wailed all the while, crying out in euphoric bliss, flinching and squirming atop the bed from the pain that coursed through her veins, but nonetheless, her lover progressed. The tip was always the highest hurdle, followed by the entirety of his shaft in one fell swoop; a single thrust was all it took to bottom out inside of her rear, followed by a retreat that made her heave in a deep breath of air.

That was how the duo were there, Temai laid out upon the bed, eyes rolled up into the back of her head, mouth wide agape, muffled only by the mattress and bed sheets beneath her form, arms yanked back as leverage for Naruto to thrust even harder inside of her behind. With every thrust, her breasts, pressed down against the bed sheets, jiggled, her ass clapped, and another strained moan spilled forth from her plump lips.

Her only saving grace had been the copious amount of precum oozing out from the slit atop his dick, painting her insides slick, while lubricating her depths as much as it could. His every thrust still knocked the breath out of her lungs, but Temari would endure, if only to milk another load out of her lover's bloated balls.

"Cumming!" Naruto grunted out, not so much as giving her a moment of time to prepare before unleashing a torrent of sloshing cum inside of her backdoor. The first jet of cum practically knocked the breath out of her lungs, followed by a second that forced her lover's cock an inch out of her ass, though the blonde behind her back made short work of that by thrusting back inside.

From where she lay, the moment the first spurt of cum gushed out inside of her asshole, Temari's eyes rolled up into the back of her head; eyelids fluttering as a string of drool ran out of her parted lips. A second later, the entirety of her backdoor was filled and flooded with her lover's cum, so much so that, for each and every one of his rhythmic thrusts, Temari could practically feel his sperm spurting out of her overstuffed ass.

When the final droplet of sperm was milked from his cock however, Naruto Uzumaki let loose a soft, weary sigh, at long last pausing his advance to breathe in. "Don't know about you, but doing your own sloppy seconds isn't as fun~" Chuckling at his own expense, the blonde reached down to knead one of Temari's cheeks.

Even as he spoke up, the blonde haired Hokage eased his hips back the tiniest bit, slowly, gently pulling his cock free from the vice-like grip that was Temari's asshole. From where she lay, half unconscious with a delirious grin upon her pink lips, the sandy blonde ambassador could only moan softly, squirming ever so slightly as her insides were unscrewed, all until…

… with an audible pop and a muffled outcry, Naruto's now half hard cock slipped free from the tight embrace of Temari's ass, freeing the torrent that was his cum.

Before either of them could properly speak up, a soft thumping arose from the floor above, resounding through their bedroom with a growing intensity, followed by a cacophony of voices. With a wry smile upon his lips, Naruto could have sworn to have made out the words 'get a room,' along with a few choice remarks that would have been directed elsewhere had they known who lived where within the apartment complex.

All but tossing himself back into the bed however, Naruto's big blue eyes swiveled down to praise the woman beside him, a wide smile upon his whiskered face. However, a moment thereafter, it faltered, twisting into another chuckle as a most peculiar sight reached his eyes.

In the position she had been propped up in, Temari was, for lack of a better term, fast asleep, breathing heavily where she sat with her gaping ass on full display. With as much subtlety as the blonde Hokage could muster, he wound his arms around her form, easing her down into the bed; down into his appreciative embrace.

Laying there, in the dead of the night with the lingering complaints from the neighbors above still in mind, the blonde haired Uzumaki's mind wandered, back to where the duo had gone that day, when diplomacy was out of the way. Temari had only been there for the beginning of the meeting, and only to flash him once.

However, hidden from view, kept within a lockbox with more multi-layered seals placed upon it than what could be found within the Hokage Tower itself, a separate treasure awaited his and her review. The only thought that lingered within his mind, save for the innate desire to take his lover for another round, was whether or not his thoughts were reciprocated.

Although, a moment thereafter, the temptation that hid away within his mind was fulfilled, accompanied by a sleep deprived, unconscious moan as his already hard cock was stuffed inside of his lover's pussy for a quickie in the night. Surely, she wouldn't mind if he came once or twice more…

After all, if he were to stop and count all the times that temari had awoken him with a blowjob, or by mounting him completely, then Naruto himself would lose track of time. Daily would be an understatement, for it did not matter whether he took a nap on a couch, slept properly in bed, or simply enjoyed his breakfast in peace. Somehow, the ambassador from Suna had become a greater nymphomaniac than any that came before her, converted from the blunt, but innocent woman that Naruto had encountered for a sparring match so many months ago.

Briefly, as he thrust himself all the way inside of her snatch, the blonde Hokage pondered what had happened for her to change so much.

The wind whirled beyond the thin barrier of a window, howling on the outside as a glimmering moon tried to shine its light through the ferocious storm beyond. Sand whipped around, crashing against the solid sandstone walls beyond like a myriad of micro blades, threatening to break through despite the people on the inside being blatantly aware that such an event could not happen. To the people of Sunagakure, this was but another sandstorm, a daily event to some degree.

Seated within one of the two chairs provided for their room, a woman let loose a long, outdrawn sigh, knowing full well that it was a foolish move to try to appease her companion by normal means. "Just relax already, it'll be over around midnight." Temari groaned, stretching her arms above her head while languidly rolling her eyes aside to stare at the back of her twitching companion.

Every shinobi of Konohagakure, regardless of rank or stature, had spent a great deal of time in their allied village, Suna. Both for missions and the occasional joint training exercises, as well as visits through the Academy, though these were only cases related to those below the rank of Chunin. Above them, at the very pinnacle, the blonde haired Hokage that now gazed out into the flurry that was a sandstorm couldn't help but frown at the sudden shift in the elements.

"I know, I know… it's just so…" trailing off, Naruto at long last turned around to regard his companion and official guide, a smile on his lips the moment their eyes met. "Warm, ya' know?" It hadn't been meant as a suggestion, but before he could so much as correct himself, Temari's lips curled up into a grin; the hands that had once been used to stretch shifting down to raise the hem of her purple yukata skirt.

"Oh, I'm sure we could find a politically correct way to solve this issue of yours." Winking from where she sat, Temari, a woman whose presence within his life had changed over time, slowly raised her knees up off of the edge of the chair, eventually pressing the soles of her naked feet against the edge of the coffee table before her.

With a shake of his head, the blonde Hokage knew that her mind could not be changed, in much the same way that he had been obstinate about a great many things throughout his life.

"We just had sex…" Twice that day, he could add, but the Hokage chose not to remind his partner how astoundingly aroused she had become over the past month.

Hindsight was the invaluable lesson he had learned that month, for with hindsight, one could see that a woman that came to a friend for sexual advice, would often evolve in numerous ways. Some became flirtatious by default, others amassed experience as a seductress, but Temari… Temari evolved in a way that neither one had originally anticipated.

In a majority of the relationships the Hokage heard about, either from his friends or from concerned citizens that definitely did not purposefully spy on their neighbors to have something to gossip about, the male was almost always seen as the instigator. The rumor mill had been ablaze with which of the two of them was the catalyst for change, though at the end of the day, almost everyone turned their pointed gaze towards the blonde knuckleheaded ninja that had once been caught peeping at the hot springs, many years ago.

Although, as his eyes roamed to the side and as a soft sigh poured forth from his lips, Naruto himself knew that that was simply not the case. Between her introduction to clone gangbangs and the concept of moving in, Temari had become a type of predator; one that prowled around their shared apartment, often completely naked, waiting to pounce on an unwitting Hokage trying to relax.

"So? It's not stopping you from thinking about it." Flashing her lover an even wider smirk than ever before, Temari continued to raise the hem of her yukata, slowly but surely exposing her soft, creamy thighs and the treasure that craved his attention beyond.

Rolling his eyes in response, Naruto shuffled over, dropping down into the chair on the opposite end of the table before flinching back from his own surprise. Somehow, the thought of sitting directly across from her hadn't registered within his mind, so rather than the flirtatious tease he had seen before, his crystal clear blue eyes feasted upon the sight that was Temari's exposed womanhood.

"You did bring panties with you… right?" Forcibly pulling his gaze away from the sandy blonde haired woman's groin, Naruto spoke up unevenly, steadying his now rapidly beating heart in an attempt not to crack.

"To Suna? You're joking, right?" Raising an eyebrow incredulously, the blonde lowered her hands down towards the apex of her thighs, seemingly unbothered by the man whose eyes fell back down to ogle her slit.

The only thing he could do in response was to heave out an audible sigh. In truth, the scalding warmth that prevaded the entirety of Sunagakure had made even him contemplate his wardrobe, to the point where he had foregone the thicker undershirt beneath his orange long sleeved jacket. A protective mesh shirt was still in place, but in comparison to the climate around Konohagakure, the temperatures during the evening prevented him from wearing anything else. Not to mention how the heat would rise during the day.

"I can't sleep with you right now, Temari." Naruto spoke, a somber expression adorning his features, despite the rather erotic scenery before him. "I'm going to speak with the Kazekage, remember?"

That truly had been the reason for his departure from the safety of Konoha. A meeting between the Hokage and the Kazekage, to discuss a handful of security based solutions, as well as a myriad of more mediocre things. Normally, any such meeting would be left to the head of security within Konohagakure's council, but alas…

There were other things afoot, things that demanded the Hokage's personal attention, along with the presence of his bodyguard and guide.

"Fine, fine… once you're done, I'll be waiting in bed, naked." Glowering at him from across the small coffee table, Temari promptly pulled the hem of her yukata down once more, pouting, despite her words coming out in the form of a threat. It truly was a threat, to her at least.

"You don't want to come along?" Ignoring her growling as much as he could, Naruto's attention shifted elsewhere instead. "Tonight won't be anything serious, just a drink between friends, and a time for questions, should either one of us have any."

Tilting her head to the side, the sandy blonde diplomat gently tapped a manicured finger against her chin, seemingly lost in thought. What he had said was the truth, in its own way. After what could only have been a solid minute however, Temari's face lit up, and with a smile so wide and sly that even Naruto quivered in his chair, the blonde replied in kind.

"I wouldn't want to be a fourth wheel. Knowing Kankuro, he'll rejoice at the chance to attend, after all." Slowly pushing herself up onto her feet, Temari's expression shifted, darkening into something much more maniacal. "Besides… being in a room with you, however is a lady meant to contain herself?"

Giving his partner and lover a roll of his eyes in response, their subjects softened, turning far less serious in the blink of an eye. While the reason for his presence there had been made clear, no diplomat or visitor would be asked to parade themselves through town in the warmest hour of the day, and with that point very well known, Temari had laid a few plans of her own. The pace with which she spoke was almost endearing, babbling away about the places she wanted him to see, or the cafe at the corner of the main street; a sandstone cafe by day, and a luxurious nightclub come night.

She herself had never gone to the latter half, or so she animatedly justified, claiming that her training as a kunoichi and her status as the former Kazekage's daughter had left her at odds with most people her age. Regardless of the comments he had wanted to make, the blonde stubbornly refused to yield her point, bringing out the much more logical reasoning of needing to stay hydrated in the scalding heat.

How long the two of them spent talking, enjoying one another's company without the added benefit of sex, neither Naruto nor Temari rightly cared to find out. Evolved to a higher plain of addiction as she was, the sandy blonde ambassador still refrained from turning their relationship back to square one.

"Do you really have to go?" When Naruto arose from his seat a great deal of time later, Temari couldn't help but whine at the loss of a companion; an uncharacteristically sad expression adorning her otherwise unblemished features.

"I've… probably kept Gaara waiting long enough, as is." Arching his back where he stood to stretch it out, the blonde haired Hokage was met by his lover no more than a few steps from the door, smiling down at her when her dainty hands came up to straighten out his orange jacket.

Pausing for a moment, the blonde reached a hand up behind his head, smiling at his lover awkwardly for the briefest moment. "Er… how do I get to Gaara's office again?"

In a matter of seconds, the tension, the annoyance and the sorrow of being sexually rejected dispersed, leaving only a grinning Naruto, a dumbfounded Temari, and a round of hearty laughter a moment thereafter; both participants chuckling and giggling at his question.

"Take a right once you exit the door and follow the corridor along the outside of the sphere. Traditions prohibit elevators, but mostly due to construction issues, so follow the corridor until you reach a flight of stairs. Gaara's office is at the very top, near the rooftop exit." Waving her index finger in a show of how to traverse the hallways, Temari placed her free hand upon her hip, peering at her lover with an unidentifiable look. "Perhaps I should go with you after all…"

Nodding his head appreciatively at her simple explanation, the blonde Hokage froze for a moment, rearranging his thoughts before reaching the singular validation he required. "Not without panties you're not!"

Before Temari could so much as pout in response to his inhumane demand, her breath was snatched out of her mouth; eyes widening to the brim whilst her heart thumped heavily within her chest. A soft, soothing warmth descended upon her lips, and without so much as a warning, Temari was held within her lover's embrace, deep and warm, safeguarded by one of the strongest men in the world.

It lasted but a moment, though in that singular moment, her woes were all but banished from her thoughts. "Should've warned me~" Winding both hands around her lover's neck, Temari pushed herself up onto the very tips of her toes, leaning up to rejoin her lips with his in yet another kiss.

"You like it rough, and since you've been good-" Muttering out his praise, a soft poof erupted from directly behind the ambassador's back, accompanied by a second and third set of hands that descended upon her form without hesitance. "You get to keep a few. Take care of her, guys~"

Stepping away from his girlfriend and lover's embrace, Naruto shifted his gaze straight ahead, grinning from ear to ear as the sight before him sank in. Temari in the middle, a bright crimson flush adorning her cheeks, with a Naruto clone holding onto each of her arms; their hands far less reluctant than the original Naruto's own fingers. Even before he so much as reached the door separating their room from the rest of the building, both clones had grabbed a breast each, fondling and molesting the softly moaning, quivering woman between their bodies…

With a soft thud, the ornate wooden door was shut behind his back, activating a distinct privacy barrier to withhold any and all sounds from escaping through the tiniest little crack.

The directions he had received were simple, easy to understand, even for someone that had only ever followed the Kazekage's entourage whenever he dropped by for a visit. Down the length of a hallway that gently curved along the outer edge of the spherical building, gazing out into the raging storm beyond; a storm that, to him, seemed ferocious and unyielding, unnatural even. Through the walls, the blonde could hear the rustling of the wind, whipping up against the glass that safeguarded the Hokage from its fury.

Up a slanted staircase with wide steps, past a dozen more circular windows, then up and around, taking a sharp turn to the left when his legs had carried him there.

Beyond a thin veil, the Kazekage's office and personal living space was kept separate from the bureaucracy and debauchery that took place within the sacred sandstone walls below. The moment his sandal clad feet stepped past a point, Naruto's body perked up, a hasty glance thrown across his shoulder all but confirmed what he thought he knew. Between the main staircase leading up to the pinnacle of the sphere and the lower areas, a privacy barrier had been erected; invisible to the naked eye, but potent enough to leave a reaction to the keenly aware.

"... you're going to introduce him, then?" Beyond a wall and through an open archway, a voice reached out to greet the blonde haired Hokage, though it was not the Kazekage's soft spoken manner of speaking.

"Mm. I will." The somber reply that reached Naruto's ears was undoubtedly Gaara's, based solely on the almost emotionless, but somehow soothing tone.

Gaara's, the Kazekage's, private quarters were every bit as impressive as they were simplistic. Sandstone walls, as was the construction of the entirety of Sunagakure, made up most of it. A large room at its center, with three adjacent archways leading into separate rooms. Minimalistic furniture was put up, a sofa and a few tables, but from what little the blonde could see beyond the archway to the north, the Kazekage's actual office space was more furnished. Laid out before him on the floor, a grand carpet of an immaculate design, with a myriad of darker colors, presented itself, giving the Hokage's feet a reprieve from the harsh sandstone beneath.

"Did you get lost on the way?" Greeting him through the archway to his right, a tall man, clad in a black loosely fitted bodysuit waved his gloved hand. Kankuro had arisen from one of the chairs dictated to him, though the smile upon his lips was as genuine as the alcohol that swirled around within a short glass held tightly in his other hand.

Flashing the puppeteer a broad smile on the way in, Naruto couldn't help but chuckle softly to himself, unable to bring himself to explain that no, he had not gotten lost so much as how the puppeteer's sister had been bored. Instead, his right hand was outstretched, greeting one of the Kazekage's siblings with a hearty smile.

"Would you like something to drink?" Beside the two, Gaara, clad in a pair of grey slacks and a black shirt, arose from what appeared to be a spectacularly comfortable chair, draped in a finely crafted velvet. To have the Kazekage himself pour Naruto a drink was both an honor, but also a formality that none within the room could ever make themselves care about.

"Of course!" In the time between the Fourth Great Ninja War and the present day, the blonde had spent a great deal of time working under the former Hokage, Kakashi, learning every nuance of politics while also strengthening his own skillset. When a tumbler glass with a floral design carved into the crystal glass was handed to him, the blonde not only nodded his head in thanks, but looked around to regard Gaara and Kankuro both.

"I'm glad to see you again, the both of you." Keeping his voice as steady as he could, his blue eyes glimmered in the faded light within the room. With a broad smile fastened on his lips, the blonde raised his glass towards his lips, ignorant of the smirk that passed from brother to brother.

The moment the liquor passed by his lips and washed down his tongue, Naruto's eyes shot open, widening beyond belief as an incredibly rich, albeit strong flavor washed across his palette. It stung, burned and sent cold shivers down the length of his spine all at once, but nonetheless, when a mouthful had passed, he lowered the glass once more.

"Scotch? No…" Swirling the golden brown liquid around within his glass, the blonde moved off towards a chair designated for him by Kankuro, lightly browsing through his non-alcoholic wisdom in search of an answer.

"Spiced cognac," Gaara supplied, relieving the blonde of his duty to guess. "It rarely leaves the borders of Suna, so outsiders hardly ever try it." Speaking in an even tone of voice, the red haired Kazekage sent his longtime friend a soothing smile.

"Kakashi's reaction was better," Kankuro chimed in with a laugh, immediately causing Naruto to raise an eyebrow in response. "You could practically see his face turn red beneath that mask of his!" Clapping a hand down upon his thigh, Kankuro, Gaara and Naruto sank into a companionable conversation about the various Kage, from Tsunade to Mei, then back to the Raikage's almost exuberant reaction to the cognac.

Setting aside their busy schedules for a friendly visit was nigh impossible half the time, but nonetheless, for the next Five Kage Summit, Naruto would have to prepare something for his esteemed guests to try as well. Something local, unheard of elsewhere…

"Has Temari carried out her duties well, Naruto?" It took him a bit, but at the sound of his voice, Naruto's mind jolted back to the present, blinking rapidly where he sat while trying to readjust to the shifting subjects.

With a smile befitting that of any political figure, Naruto paused, redirected his gaze to meet the red haired Kage's own cyan orbs, before replying. "Of course! As an ambassador and occasional instructor, her presence in Konoha has brought a great many pleasures."

Watching the faces of his companions shift in response to the surprisingly positive feedback, Naruto opened his mouth to continue…

… only for his mind to be assaulted by the pleasures of a thousand orgasms, causing his eyes to roll up into the back of his head before his social propriety forced his eyelids shut. Outwardly, it was a battle to remain neutral and friendly, though inwardly, it was all he could do to not cum on the spot.

One of his clones from below had been popped, either due to sensory overload, or by the design of his lover, but nonetheless, the images, the memories and the experience that that singular clone had accumulated came rushing back to greet him in the most pleasant way possible. The trio below had carried out one of Temari's favorite positions, leaving her spitroasted between the two clones with a thick coating of cum splattered out across her face and chest.

That visage lasted only a moment, but that singular moment was enough to strain the blonde more than a dozen hours of training. All around him, the world began to shift back into focus, blanketed by the darkness of his closed eyes, but fortune still remained on his side. From the left, Kankuro's voice still chirped on, and from the right, a surprisingly mirthful response reached the blue eyed Hokage's ears.

When his eyes at long last reopened themselves, he was greeted by the soothing light within the room, as well as the sight of his two companions, humored beyond compare.

"It's a creeper, yeah. Sneaks up on you when you think you've gotten through it." Kankuro chuckled, mostly to himself as Naruto instinctively reached a hand up to rub out his temples. "You don't have to drink it all if you can't handle it."

"Was the journey here taxing?" Gaara, either more intuitive or sharper, latched on to the nuance of Naruto's reaction, catching a glimmer of evidence that the blonde scarcely even knew existed.

"The heat is, ya know?" Lowering his hand and reopening his eyes all at once, the blonde flashed both of his companions a generous smile, sweating in his seat as the lingering burst of bliss coursed through his veins; made all the more apparent by the barely hidden bulge within his slacks.

A moment passed, the sound of his own beating heart reverberating throughout his ears, but before long, the Kazekage across from him slowly nodded his head. "The climate of Konoha is different, yes. I've no doubt Temari has said as much, but drink." Not so much as an ounce of entertainment remained within his friend's cyan eyes, only a look of absolute authority. To drink was not a suggestion, but an order.

Replying with a nod of his own, Naruto eventually brought the glass of cognac back up to his lips, taking a much more subtle sip that time, now that he had experienced its effects. The benefit and downside of housing a tailed beast came in the form of his inexplicable tolerance towards alcohol, or lack thereof, when Kurama felt playful.

"On the subject of Temari's time in Konoha, as an ambassador of Sunagakure…" speaking up after what had felt like a small eternity, Naruto lowered the hand that clutched the glass within it, drawing in both Gaara and Kankuro's attention.

"Finally ready to spill the beans on how she's doing there?" Kankuro asked, a teasing tone to his voice while a wide smile adorned his lips.

While one sibling flippantly spent his time joking, the other… was less inclined to let the subject go, remaining silent within his seat even as his cyan eyes stared up into Naruto's own blue orbs. "Go on." Was all that Gaara said, the glass within his hands set aside, to fold and intertwine his fingers together beneath his chin.

"While we all agree that her time there is due to a diplomatic mission, wherein her objective is to act as an ambassador and a link between our villages…" granting his audience a moment to let his words sink in, Naruto gulped heavily, already fearful of his second clone popping. "Would her stature change, should she ever find someone there to spend her days with?"

Exchanging a brief, but silent glance with his brother, Kankuro slowly straightened out within his velvet draped chair, setting aside his glass as well. "If she found a boyfriend there, or got married?" His question was direct, ignorant of the caution and repercussions put into Naruto's every word. Although, it was a clarification question.

Acting akin to the fool that most assumed him to be, Naruto's eyes lit up, gently nodding his head as if the revelation had struck him then, too. "Yes, yes! Like that, yeah. Would that influence her mission?"

In truth, it was by no means what he had wanted to ask, nor was it anywhere as direct as he likely should have been, but nonetheless, the question had plagued his mind for a great deal of time. If, by some strange coincidence, either one of her siblings discovered their current relationship… how would it affect his relationship with the Kazekage, moving forward? He was sleeping with and training their sister, after all.

When no more words were exchanged on the subject, Naruto at long last turned his eyes upon Gaara, the leader of the village he now inhabited, and the man that could undoubtedly bury everyone in a cocoon of sand at any given moment. The pale, cyan eyed Kazekage was as calm as ever, but somewhere along the line, his expression had shifted, leaving behind the layer of a political figure, to take on the guise of a brother instead.

"Whoever she chooses to be her partner is beyond our control, that much, I believe I do not need to say." Heaving out an internal breath of relief, Naruto thanked the tailed beast within his stomach for their luck. "However… If such a time comes, and if the one she's with chooses to do anything improper, I would like to request a personal audience with them. Here."

A threat, blatant and obvious, but before anything else could be said about it, the polite, soft spoken Gaara returned to his usual self.

"Are you aware of any such person, as of right now, Naruto?" Tipping his chin up ever so slightly, the blonde pondered the question, if only just to find an answer that didn't involve himself.

"There was that one guy, right? The one she fought at the Chunin exams, so long ago." Instead, Kankuro, in his infinite wisdom, chose that point in time to intervene, bringing up a time when all three men present were very different. "Nara, was it?" The final question was pointed in Naruto's general direction, asking for confirmation that such a person did exist.

"Shikamaru Nara, yes." Naruto hummed, internally apologizing to his advisor for putting him within the Kazekage's sight. "I do believe the two of them went out, once upon a time." Another tidbit of information that he recalled, though how their time together went, he neither cared nor needed to know.

As quickly as their conversation had turned serious, it was back to the flippant side. On the subject of relationships, Naruto, of course, chose to inquire about the love lives of both Gaara and Kankuro. The former was blunt, to the point, and gave the answer that Naruto himself could have vaguely guessed; nonexistent. Kankuro, however, was more tentative with his reply, exchanging a glance with his brother, a glance that went unnoticed, before admitting that there was someone whose presence had been requested.

Their evening went on like that, with the Kazekage's mirthful laughter on occasion, Kankuro's awkward, yet sociable approach to subjects that most people would desperately avoid in the presence of two Kage. Naruto, however, was none too mirthful, casting sidelong glances at his red haired friend while contemplating the future to come.

--

"Look, I mean it, I am sorry for staying so long." Heaving out a heavy breath of air in the midst of a resplendent day, Naruto Uzumaki's shoulders slumped, following closely behind his companion. "Gaara is hard to get to sometimes, but Kankuro…" Feeling a bead of sweat roll down the side of his face, the vague recollection of Temari's brothers the night before reappeared, intermingled with a haze of cognac.

"I'm not upset at that," Temari spoke, no more than a few feet ahead, trudging through the scorching streets of Sunagakure. "It's just… you left me there with two clones?" Casting a cautious glance across their surroundings, Temari hissed out her complaint, a crimson colored blush adorning her cheeks as one too many eyes were locked onto their forms.

Freezing up for a moment where he stood, with his eyebrows furrowed, it took the blonde a moment to contemplate the complaint, sorting it through his built-in archive of Hokage knowledge… before a hearty laugh spilled forth from his lips.

"It's not funny…!" Again, the sandy blonde kunoichi stifled her complaints, turning around fully to seemingly berate the man whose presence attracted all sorts of gazes. "A girl has needs, and after you… two just isn't enough!"

To the onlookers that crowded the streets, attempting not to make it too obvious where their gazes lingered, the conversation might have come through as a friend reminding a friend not to go to long without drinking, though had anyone dared to step a bit closer, their cheeks would undoubtedly appear as red as Gaara's hair. In the scorching desert heat, going so much as an hour without drinking could be lethal.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'll make sure to summon at least a dozen next time, to make it up to you." Flashing her a particularly broad, friendly smile, the Hokage stretched out his hand as if to offer a treaty. "Deal?"

As abruptly as her annoyance arose, the sandy blonde kunoichi paused, sputtered once, then dropped her hands down to subconsciously try to tug the bottom of her lavender colored kimono down. It was, by no means, a bad proposition, giving her a dozen lovers that could each go at least three rounds…

"Fine, fine. I accept your deal." Waving off his hand in an attempt to appear nonchalant, Temari straightened her back at last, shooting their not so stealthy onlookers a glare before aligning her gaze with her boyfriend's once more. "But no less than a dozen."

In the early morning hours of Suna, the ferocious sandstorm that plagued the midnight hours had subsided at last, as his escort, guide and girlfriend had proclaimed that it would. The aftermath of which truly had brought forth the perseverance of Sunagakure, or so the blonde Hokage had proclaimed, when he stepped out from the Kazekage's spherical building with his hands folded behind his back.

That morning had been reserved for him to wander around the village at his leisure, with Temari as a bodyguard, of course. While the Kazekage had been clear that assigning a security detail to his friend was on the redundant side, the council he ruled the village with would feel infinitely more at ease if the blonde had someone to guide him. Naturally, between the red haired Kazekage, and the blonde haired Hokage, the musings and requests of the civilian side of the council was something to grow accustomed to.

"Where do you want to go first?" From a few feet ahead, Temari, a woman that had been all too pleased to act as her secret boyfriend's guide, asked. "We could start with refreshments, there's a cafe near the residential district that's particular." Turning her head aside to take in the blonde's confused expression, Temari giggled softly. "It's a cafe by day and a nightclub by, well, night."

Nodding his head softly from the rear, Naruto agreed, knowing full well that the scorching heat from above would get to them eventually. While weather forecasts were helpful at times, no resident of Sunagakure needed a forecast to tell that the sun shone down particularly warmly that day, causing a great deal of the elderly population to remain inside.

When the two began to walk once more, the eyes that lingered upon them slowly faded away, one by one returning to the chores or duties they were meant to carry out throughout the day. The denizens of Suna were curious, of course, seeing as to how one of the five Kage meandered about the village at random. Quickening his pace the tiniest bit however, it took the blonde no more than a few paces to catch up to his counterpart; his left hand twitching as its digits longed for hers.

"You didn't feel like warning me about the liquor over here?" He cheekily complained, jokingly nudging Temari's side to draw her attention towards himself. "I would've passed out on the spot if I didn't have this-" as dramatically as he could, Naruto stroked his belly, motioning towards the seal that housed his fluffy tenant.

"What's the fun in that?" Returning the gesture in kind, Temari's lips parted ways into a toothy grin, returning the nudge into the Hokage's side before catching herself in the act. "Surely, a man of your… stature, can handle some alcohol."

Rolling his eyes at her antics, their conversation died down as quickly as it began, though this time, Naruto's eyes did not linger on one spot.

Sunagakure was the same as it had always been, with little to no outside influence. The walls surrounding its outer edges still remained, cracked in some places, but no small amount of maintenance was put towards its construction plans for the future. As far as his blue eyes could see, sandstone was the building block of their society, with more than a dozen houses, both high and low, scattered throughout what would normally be considered the commercial district.

"There isn't much room for expansion or growth, is there?" Putting his thoughts into words, Naruto's gaze fell down upon one of the nearby spires; a wider structure meant to house several families, or people that lived alone.

"Due to the outer borders, expanding outward is difficult," Temari began, her eyes lingering upon the faraway wall that both safeguarded and limited the village's growth. "Before my diplomatic mission began, I do recall Gaara muttering to himself about potentially widening the wall, but…"

When Temari trailed off, Naruto paused, awaiting her time to continue, though no more words came. The reasoning was simple enough that even an outsider could understand, after spending naught more than one night there.

"The storms weren't this strong in the past, were they?" Halting his step, Naruto brought up the one question that had truly bugged him. Through all of his shinobi career, and his occasional visits to Sunagakure, no storm had been as ferocious as the one that came the night before.

A silent nod was the only reply he received; a nod, accompanied by a wave of her arm towards the establishment they now stood in front of.

Taking a moment to appreciate the scenery before him, Naruto Uzumaki, the biggest attraction of attention within the village at the time, neatly folded his arms across his chest. The cafe itself was set up in a cylindrical sandstone building, complete with an outdoors pavilion that, to the Hokage's eternal gratitude, had a roof built over it, to hide its patrons from the scorching sunlight beyond. Its exterior was lacking in comparison to the natural tone of what could be found in Konoha, but for where they were, it was an appreciated sight.

"Temari~" A woman's voice cut through the air, sounding vaguely familiar, though the blonde haired man couldn't quite place it. Dashing out from the cafe's entrance, a younger woman with long, silky black hair practically hopped up to fling herself into Temari's chest, both arms wrapped around her in a tight embrace. "It's so good to see you!"

Flinching back at the exclamation and the sudden force of another woman flinging herself into her arms, Temari chuckled softly, staggering back a single step before almost forcibly pushing the other girl to arm's length.

"Sari?" Cocking her head to the side, it took the sandy blonde a moment before uttering a name; the reaction of which was a wide brimmed smile and a gleeful squeal.

"It has been way, way too long since we- oh!" In the midst of bouncing up and down where she stood, the now named Sari paused, glanced across Temari's shoulder, and practically froze in place when her eyes landed upon the blonde standing behind Temari.

Waving his hand in her direction, Naruto's lips curled, a wide, welcoming smile sent towards the one named Sari. "Hey there," it was meant to sound casual, as much as the knuckleheaded ninja had ever managed to be at least, but it came through as if he had punched through glass.

"O-oh! Uh, hey, uhm… r-right, a table for two?" Caught between a rampant stutter and a stumble, the raven haired girl glanced back towards her friend, desperate to normalize the situation. However, Temari offered no such reprieve.

Following after the would-be waitress, Naruto ducked his head low to stifle an awkward laugh, holding back as much as he could. While the exterior had been surprisingly bland, despite Temari's best efforts to prove him otherwise, the interior had a feel to it that made even Naruto feel at home. Dark, rich floorboards paved the way for a cooler climate, supported by a hidden air condition system that made the Hokage shudder at the difference between hot and cold. Directly ahead, a vast bar counter separated the cafe half from the ravings taking place at night, brandishing more bottles of alcoholic beverages than Naruto himself had seen in his life; an impressive showcase, though the two of them wandered off to the left.

Placed against a set of surprisingly wide windows, reaching from the Hokage's waist and up above his head, Naruto Uzumaki eased his companion's chair out, settling down on his own whilst the raven haired waitress fidgeted in place.

How Temari had reacted as quickly as she did, the blonde would never know, but in the blink of an eye, the dark haired woman dashed across the cafe, weaving back and forth between tables in a way that instinctively drew Naruto's eyes towards it.

"She used to attend the academy, way back, but around the time of the Chunin exams, she dipped. Proclaimed to have found a different calling in life." Folding her arms beneath her sizable, barely covered bust, Temari's sea green eyes fell down upon her lover's curiously moving face.

"The world has enough shinobi in it." Naruto nodded, appreciation and approval washing out across his face, even as Sari returned in a clumsy haste; two bottles of water were placed before her guests.

Exchanging a brief glance with her old friend, Temari and Sari alike eventually set their eyes upon the blonde haired Hokage, slowly drawing Naruto out of his official mindset. "What?"

Another brief glance was exchanged, along with a crimson colored flush that spread across the pale skinned waitress' face, but before long, Temari's melodic, almost sadistically pleasant voice broke through the silence. "Maybe we should refrain from ever bringing you to a nightclub." Had it not been for the wide grin upon her lips, then Temari's statement might have seemed out of place, at best.

Blinking his eyes rapidly, it took the blonde a moment, then another, before glancing up at the woman by their side. For a waitress, her outfit was undoubtedly on the revealing side, exposing more skin than most women in Suna would ever dare to do. A freely flowing top, leaving her midriff completely exposed, along with a skirt that seemed dangerously short on a windy day.

Excusing herself a moment thereafter, the scantily clad waitress sauntered off, giving her would-be friend a flirtatious wink before darting off behind the vast counter that served as the bar.

Between the two of them and the refreshments they received, a companionable silence stretched on. On Temari's behalf, her eyebrows were furrowed together, bearing an unreadable expression, even for the one she slept and lived with. For Naruto however, the pause was spent in his own head, musing how best to bring up the subject he had discussed with Gaara the night before.

"Have you-" Temari spoke up, halting to let her lover speak.
"By the way-" Naruto tried to interject, only to pause, waving for Temari to continue.

Pausing with a gobsmacked expression adorning his face, it took the two of them a moment of ear deafening silence to react at last, though their reaction was as unexpected as it was awkward. As if on cue, both Naruto and Temari laughed, chuckling and giggling softly to themselves, even amidst the prying eyes that circulated throughout the village as a whole.

After a moment's pause, when Temari's cheeks burned too bright for her to speak up, Naruto's lips curled up into a wide smile. "Where do we go next, my beloved guide?"

If the blush that crossed her cheeks had been subtle before, the moment those very words left her lover's lips, Temari's face burst into redness, lighting up like a christmas tree in the midst of the cafe. For a couple that had spent the last two months sleeping around, that had been his first public comment, official duties notwithstanding.

Although, as Temari violently reached down to devour the remnants of her water bottle, her flush subsided just enough for her to speak anew. "There is one more place I want to take you." Receiving a raised eyebrow and an understanding, almost sympathetic smile in reply, Temari rolled her eyes plainly. "Show you, not take you. I swear, sometimes, you're incredibly naive and innocent, but other times…"

"How could I ever be innocent with a girlfriend that craves sex more than sleep?" This time, it was Naruto's turn to roll his eyes, but nonetheless, the water set aside before him was devoured near instantly, only then realizing how dehydrated he had become.

"Do you mind putting on a little speed this time? I almost fell asleep, walking ahead of you." Flashing her counterpart a toothy grin, Temari pushed herself up onto her feet, sauntering off to pay for their refreshments with an obvious sway to her hips.

Left beside their table, Naruto Uzumaki crossed his arms underneath his chest stubbornly. With Temari's back turned to him, and with all the prying eyes now gone, the blonde haired Hokage let his eyelids flutter shut. In the blink of an eye, an orange flash of light burst forth.

--

In a flash of light, the blonde haired Hokage's form materialized within the private enclosure that was his and Temari's shared room; a fact that neither Gaara nor Kankuro had been made aware of. Practically stumbling forth from the sudden explosion of light however, Naruto reached a hand up towards his mouth, withholding a gag as his stomach churned.

Whilst the Yellow Flash had been at the pinnacle of technique, Naruto himself could hardly ever compare. His technique had been resurrected, as had the stories of the fabled Yellow Flash's deeds returned, but nonetheless, the difference between father and son came in a most unexpected form.

Motion sickness.

Heaving out a soft retch, the Uzumaki's eyes zeroed in on his task at hand. To go from a small table to the counter to pay, then turn around was hardly any time at all, so he himself had to be quick.

Whirling around the moment he regained his bearings, Naruto Uzumaki strode towards the one place where he could most assuredly say that Temari would never peek; the ideal hiding place for anything secret. With unbound confidence and determination, Naruto's hands fell down towards a dresser, dipping down into the second drawer from the top, where Temari stored what little underwear she had been forced to bring along.

Sifting through the garments took him little time, nor did it take him long to find the small wooden box he had sought out, however…

"A valid hiding spot." From the corner of the room, a monotone voice arose, snapping Naruto's hands up into the air just in time for the reversal of his Flying Raijin to kick in.

With a burst of orange light and a hail of lacy thongs, Naruto disappeared from view, leaving only the blank expression of Gaara behind.

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Stepping away from the small table that had previously been occupied by her and her beloved, Temari's cheeks burned bright, purposely swaying her hips in an even more overt way than ever before. She was so focused on subduing the rampant blush across her cheeks that, when a not at all subtle burst of orange light lit up the interior of the cafe, the diplomat failed to notice it.

"Oh my god, Temari!~" Tilting her head back up, the ambassador blinked her eyes twice before, with the same whirlwind of motion as before, a set of weights slammed themselves down upon her shoulders. "You're dating the Hokage?"

The moment those words arose, squealed out from a woman that couldn't be more excited to spread the word, Temari's eyes widened to the brims. Sari had returned from her recluse, composed in comparison to her earlier state, with a downright flabbergasted expression upon her fairly toned face. That very exclamation had drawn a few curious looks, some from the other girls that wandered around in the back, though a few of the passersby outside gawked and glared in through the veil of light that separated the world within from the one outside.

"Don't yell that!" Temari hissed, the blush from before returning with a vengeance, even as another flash of orange light drew the waitress' attention towards it. "We're not-. I mean, it's not that we aren't, we're just…" fumbling her way through her own logic, Temari paused, contemplating how to phrase her current relationship with the Hokage.

They were dating, or at the very least, she herself believed that they were. However, to admit to doing so would ruin the concept of a secret relationship, and to tell a courtesan would be the same as telling the entire village. Yet, what else was there to say? Which term could she use that would aptly describe her relationship with Naruto, aside from the far more crude definition of fuck buddies?

Yes, their relationship had begun as such, but to admit it in front of anyone else only made Temari's knees quiver in response.

When at last the ambassador reopened her mouth to try to reason with her gossip loving old friend, a strong hand fell down to rest upon her right shoulder, drawing Temari and Sari's eyes up towards the soothing prismarine colored eyes that shone from behind.

"Is there a problem with the bill?" Naruto spoke, a tone of utmost confidence and authority emanating from his throat, near instantly silencing any other questions the raven haired waitress might have had.

"No, no, of course not. Just girls catching up, reminiscing about the old days." Waving the question off as nonchalantly as it was to breathe, Sari stepped aside, allowing the blonde haired diplomat to pay for their refreshments. "Say, where'd you teleport off to?"

"Oh, nowhere special. Ready to head off?" Offering the waitress a carefree wave and a soothing smile, Naruto stepped aside, allowing his guide to take the reins whilst the raven haired waitress remained in place; a wicked grin upon her lips.

"You're too friendly and approachable." No more than a second after the duo left the cafe, Temari shot a remark across her shoulder. "How on earth you aren't married is a literal miracle…"

Taken aback at first, Naruto could do no more than chuckle as the two of them set a steady pace, wandering in a northern direction before swirling around to head towards the outer rim of the city itself. In comparison to their leisurely stroll at the start of the day, it was almost as if the scantily clad woman before him was in a hurry, power walking through the dwindling streets of Sunagakure at a pace that made the low hem of her kimono skirt billow around her toned thighs.

"I think you'll like this though…" Perking his head up and away from the purple kimono that swished in time with his lover's every step, Naruto's eyes trailed higher, only then feeling the lack of fatigue from the night before.

Up and onward, through the streets that separated houses from watchtowers, up along a slanted slope, past a trench that appeared as old as the individual grains of sand themselves; onward, his guide brought him, and onward, Naruto strode. Somewhere in the back of his head, the vista that stretched itself out from atop the Hokage monument arose, though with their location in mind, Naruto himself was highly doubtful that anything there could match the scenery from home.

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Shining down from its pedestal in the heavens above, a gleaming ocean of sunlight illuminated the world below, bathing the never ending dunes of sand in a radiance so bright that those that gazed upon it were forced to shield their eyes. Stretching on for as far as the eye could see, the cloudless skies acted as a contrast to the pristine white sand below.

However, beyond the safety of the sandstone walls and the insurmountable cliffs that formed a one-way valley beyond, a scenery unlike any other had arisen. Hand crafted by the tail and hands of Shukaku itself, a pyramid of unspeakable proportions seemingly appeared through the shimmering haze of an oasis. Lush, green grass spread out from the epicenter of the bijuu's sanctuary, forming a mote of crystalline, sparkling water all around the construct itself. Yet, had that not been a spectacular enough sign of change, the assortment of trees and spires around it certainly brought a tear to the eyes of the natives of Suna.

Perched atop the farthest edge of the wall, their hands were entwined, locked together of their own accord whilst the princess of Suna presented the awakening of nature as best as she could.

"It was all a barren wasteland before, harsh, ravenous… the desert itself practically wanted us dead," the woman acting as Suna's ambassador in Konohagakure explained, her fingers clenching down around him. "But ever since the war, ever since Shukaku could roam freely, with Gaara nearby, it's just so much more peaceful. Bountiful."

Freeing his digits from the embrace of his lover's right hand, Naruto eased his hand aside; circling his left arm around Temari's waist to pull her closer still. "Watching it spread made this into my favorite spot. Mine and Kankuro, but Gaara's especially."

In the very back of his head, a sarcastic comment arose from the tenant that occupied half of his mind, though Naruto paid it little mind. Aside from the annual gathering of the bijuu, Kurama had fallen into something akin to a slumber, awakening only to mock the lowest of its brethren, or to backseat commentate Naruto's lackluster training as of late. The singular piece of advice he had received however, still made his heart flutter to that day.

"I can see what you mean," Naruto began, his crystalline eyes traversing the endless expanse of life that flourished before their eyes. "It makes you wonder how it would have been, if none of this warfare had happened."

Once more, the duo shifted around, though this time, it was Temari's turn to move. With her beloved's arm still loosely wrapped around her waist, the ambassador turned aside, hooking one leg over the Hokage's thigh until her face came to rest directly above his own; straddling him fully where they sat.

"If none of that ever happened, I wouldn't have met you~" Tipping her chin down, the sand siren pressed her lips against his; her eyelids fluttering shut even before their lips collided in a kiss. "That, and I likely wouldn't have had a gangbang for my second time~" Breaking their kiss apart, Temari's hands descended down upon his shoulders, grinding her groin down against his own.

Smiling up against the kiss, Naruto's arms softly wound themselves around his lover's waist, holding her smaller form down against his own whilst her hips continued to move. Whether he had seen it or not, the sensation rubbing against his slacks was the only indication any man could need. Temari had gone commando that day as well, despite wearing a kimono cut short.

"Let me guess, you want to have sex in front of the vista?" Naruto chuckled at last, breaking free from the caring embrace that was her lips to heave in a deep breath of air. The thought had crossed his mind already, much akin to their time spent atop the Hokage monument, but…

"In broad daylight?" Letting loose a gasp of mock aghast, Temari's left hand gently pressed itself against her chest, seemingly ready to swoon from the audacity of his remark. "Why, I would never~" While her lips curled up into a smile, the hands that had once been up by her chest sank down, so far down in fact that the very hem of her kimono was raised ever so slightly, offering the tiniest peek at her freshly shaven little slit.

"Oh, of course not. And you just so happened to forget to wear your panties today." rolling his eyes, the blonde haired shinobi eased his hands down towards his groin, shuddering as the wetness from Temari's slit had soaked through the front of his pants. Between the moisture of her pussy, and the scorching warmth that seemingly berated the duo for being outside, Naruto himself had not noticed a thing.

The position undoubtedly made it awkward, though luckily for him, Temari caught his distress early enough. With as much effort as she dared to put in, the siren of Suna raised her rear, releasing enough of Naruto's pants for him to unzip them. Shinobi slacks were nothing if not flexible and easy to undo, though why they had been designed for such ease of use, Naruto did not know. In only a minute after their innate agreement, his slacks were far enough down to let his member spring free; bouncing and throbbing back and forth as the crisp afternoon air warmed him up to the core.

"What if someone sees us?" Naruto asked, more so out of caution than lack of interest. Even as those words escaped through his lips, the Hokage angled his cock downward, pressing the swollen tip of his dick against the entrance to Temari's womanhood.

"There's a- ahn~ lull in the guards' rotation. I've been meaning to tell Gaara, though the-" with a soft, audible pop, the very tip of her lover's dick slid inside of her twat, causing Temari's breathing to hitch. "Oh fuck… it's, haah~ almost impossible to attack from here, with Shuka-kuuh~"

For every word his lover spoke, Naruto sank his length deeper inside of her cunt. With one hand firmly placed atop her waist, dragging her down to meet his leisurely gyrated dick, the other arose towards her chest. Her reasoning was sound, and undoubtedly based on actual experience from coming there often, but nonetheless, he refrained from stripping her down completely. No, he would make due with only releasing one of her breasts.

With a sharp tug and a soft, strangled groan from bottoming out inside of her slit, Temari's kimono top was pulled aside, releasing one of her large, soft breasts to the world with a jiggle. His hand, once used to undo her decency, nearly instantly rose up to grasp his lover by the breast, squeezing down upon it as a baker would their dough.

Seated soundly upon his lap, with one hand wrapped around her waist in the most reassuring way, and with another hand upon her chest, Temari at long last allowed her lips to part ways. A long string of moans, outdrawn and audible, escaped through her gaping lips, spilling out into the world just in time for her lover to thrust his hips up against her nethers.

The position was awkward, but with his hands upon her form, Naruto slowly raised Temari up, dropping her down upon his dick with the weight of the world, all the while kneading and molesting her left tit. Slowly, ever so gently, the two sank deeper into a lull. Naruto, with his stable position, lifted and dropped Temari, effectively using her pussy as the tightest, most sentient toy in existence. Temari however, was not at all as idle as one would have thought.

Seated yoon her lover's lap, Temari's rhythmic love exploded. With her hands upon her lover's shoulders, Temari's naked rear twerked, twisted and bounced, happily moaning at the top of her lungs as her insides rippled around the intruding member. Her breast, once in the palm of her lover's hand, jiggled in time with her every thrust, followed by a crescendo of blissful relief.

From where he sat, at the very edge of Sunagakure's protective wall, Naruto's eyes went wide. His legs dangled dangerously off of the ledge, peering down upon the precipice of his public downfall. Temari, however, cared little for subtlety.

Audible claps and wet slaps echoed out around the couple's forms, accompanied by the velvety sound of a woman's euphoric moans.

Not one to be outdone by the woman atop his lap however, Naruto tightened his grasp upon her waist and thrust his hips upward, slamming the very tip of his dick against the entrance to Temari's womb. All at once, his lover arched her back, threw her mouth agape, and let loose a silent cry of bliss.

The tightness within her snatch redoubled its grip, clenching down upon his cock with every rhythmic thrust. Her rear, uncovered by the tempo of her pace, jiggled in time with their rut, clapping softly against his clothed thigh. Although, neither Temari nor Naruto cared at that point in time.

With one final outcry of bliss, the ambassador of Sunagakure slammed her hips down to meet the thighs of the man she loved, winding her arms around his neck for safekeeping as she came. Soft, whimpering mewls spilled forth from her lips, exposed to the unbearable elements beyond, half naked, fully immersed in their rut.

However, when she at long last believed herself ready for a second round, Temari's eyes widened into saucers. Thick, heavy sprays of scalding warmth erupted inside of her slit, cascading down upon her womb in an unstoppable flurry of uncaring attacks. Gush after gush, jet upon jet, the man beneath her screwed his eyes shut as his cock continued to spew forth a load twice the size of any other, dumping his fertile seed directly inside of her unprotected womb.

Their breaths came out as ragged gasps, eyelashes fluttering up and down in time with the euphoric bliss that coursed through their veins. Yet, all at once, when Temari's eyes rolled up into the back of her head, her body was assaulted anew.

A set of warm, welcoming lips clashed against her own, forcing her deeper down into the blissful release that came whenever they made love. His arms, once fastened upon her waist with a strong enough grip to bruise her tender flesh, arose, ascending up to drape themselves around her quivering back. Only then, enamored and captivated as they were, did the world shift around them. Pulled down to rest upon the sandstone walls that safeguarded Suna, Temari allowed herself the moment to relax, all but melting down into her lover's embrace, forever enthralled by his care.

Between bated breaths, their kiss broke, followed by a series of slow, tender strokes along the small of her back, as well as a pulsating sensation from between her legs. Only then, after more than a minute, did her lover's cock subside, maintaining its vigor while relinquishing its attempt to flood Temari's womb.

"Temari~" His voice, deep and passionate, resounded through her ears. It was not her intent, but the tone alone sent a shiver down the length of her spine, causing her hips to rise and fall atop his groin once more.

It was by no means fast, nor frantic, nor even as rampant as before, but her intent came through nonetheless. Seated upon his thighs, bent forward until their lips could collide, Temari continued her chore from before, mewling and whimpering in time with her fall. Every little inch of his cock scraped up against her quivering walls, rubbing her womanhood in ways that no one, not even herself, had managed before. Her fingers failed, her thighs shook and quivered with her every rise and fall, yet most notable of all, her eyes were forever locked with his; a deep, unbeatable bond that would undoubtedly last the test of time.

"Yeah?" She whispered in response, unwavering in the throes of their passion. Before he could even respond, her lips were upon his once more, though this time, it was her tongue that was in control. The moment his lips parted ways to let their tongues collide, Temari seized control, arching her back as a set of strong hands slid down to caress her rear.

Upon the sandy walls of Sunagakure, beyond the scope of the guards that should have seen the couple long ago, Naruto Uzumaki longingly gazed up into Temari's eyes, twisting his face in utter bliss as his cock was milked by the baffling tightness that was Temari's well used twat.

"Will you marry me?" At the pinnacle of the wall, a whirling gale tore her answer away from prying ears, though the wide brimmed smile that crossed Naruto's lips did not waver.