Carrying the pack all the way back to the manor wasn't fun, but it was one of his primary sources of exercise, these hikes. It was at least enough of a workout that he blew off the actual exercises that he generally did daily, the ones Sasuke taught him so long ago in hopes that he could maintain his robust form without hours a day of heavy labor. All this to say, when he reached his home, the young man wasted no time dropping the damn sack in the dirt.
Especially when he saw his beautiful bride smile at him through the window.
The window that was also a door, and a wall, and a decoration. Chocho was happily knitting something on the dark plushy chair inside, facing outward towards the forest, as she often was. Slipping inside brought a little of the early spring chill inside, prompting him to hurry inside and shut it quickly.
"Got all the food?" she asked casually, setting her work down on the end table.
"Yep! All set to go see the fangfolk," he declared, lowering his voice slightly at that last word. Not as if his wife would have any trouble hearing with him plopping down right beside her on the spacious furniture, even so, if forced them to squeeze together. Neither minded. "Of course I had to come see my little lamb again before I left~,"
"Thank you," she softly mumbled, growing flustered by the words and the proximity of the beefy man she'd not grown entirely used to. The last few months had been such a dream, even if they started as a nightmare. A dashing hero had blown into town, saved her from an assassination, stood up to the haughty highborn who threatened her home, and then taken her as his bride.
What a dreamy husband he had been too.
The way he gently cupped her chin and brought her eyes back to his own blue orbs had her heart hammering. Even still, that soft gaze made her feel so safe. There was a noise of utter contentment as he began kissing her, a happy hum that made his ego as a man soar! They sat there softly kissing for a few minutes before he placed his free hand on her. Even then, he only stroked her bare arms affectionately.
Her body really was such a treat. He'd never seen, much less felt, such a soft woman in his life before meeting her; it was almost like clay or mud the way it gave to his fingers. After the hand found its way up to her shoulder, the thumb played with the thin strap holding her dress up, flicking it without removing it properly, asking for permission.
"I really do love this dress, so much, outfits that have just little straps holding them up that can slide right off when you want…." he broke the kiss to whisper huskily, staring down into her eyes and making her blush darken. The staring lingered as she couldn't think of what to say. Naruto was content to continue admiring the view as his hand continued stroking the soft, bare skin of his beautiful wife.
"Can I- I mean you, can you-" the adorable girl sucked in a deep breath while his grin pulled a big higher. "You can…. You know, take it off or…. whatever you want," she eventually managed, cringing as he snickered in delight. Deciding to be mean, he pushed her further.
"Oh, I can do anything I want?" he asked snidely, making her eyes widen and her nerves flare.
"Y-yes?" she answered cautiously, screaming in sudden shock as, before she realized, the dress was halfway down her body and her back was pressed into the chair firmly, pinned by her husband's forehead as he aggressively slobbered over her bare breasts! Gods above and below, he loved boobs! His wife had the best pair he'd ever played with. Well, Tsuande's were a bit bigger, but Chocho was just so deliciously sensitive to all administrations!
The old granny made him feel like a kid, like a toy even. As fun as that could be, Chocho made him feel accomplished, powerful, like a predator or plunderer or something! The ability to make someone so thoroughly lose their mind, so drunk on pleasure, all with miniscule actions, was downright addictive.
The fact he was giving such bliss to someone he loved only amplified that pride tenfold.
He reveled in these feelings as he finally popped free of them to look back at her. The sight of her wide eyes, her wheezing quick breaths, had his cock rock hard in seconds, before he even got his hands to the bottom half, cupping her wonderfully wide ass before pulling the fabric up enough to expose her. She made a staggered noise, one that seemed to embarrass her.
Either that or the way he resumed staring. Whatever the case, Naruto opted to solve the issue by burying his face in his delightful neck and resuming his ticklish tonguing. That made her smile, and squeal, and laugh as it went on. The pleasure didn't diminish much with either of his huge, strong hands massaging her breasts at the same time.
Chocho could feel her mind melt before he even began properly. That is, before his rod began poking and pulling around on the outer lips of her pussy, she couldn't even react much more than a low, labored groan. Sex had been better than she'd ever imagined, ever hoped.
It was bliss and satisfaction like nothing she'd ever experienced in her life, serving as a reminder of how much joy there still was in the world during a very difficult time. If nothing else, it was a wonderful distraction. That something which made her so happy also made her husband light up just as much was truly magical.
Maybe that was the most special thing about sex, the mutual happiness it could create.
She'd thought about it a lot since her marriage, and as the long, thick pole of meat that was the center of that ritual began piercing her, the thoughts fluttered on the edge of her conscious mind again. It was hard to stray from the simple thoughts when being stuffed. Just knowing about that big cock she'd seen so many times now actually being inside of her body felt so unbelievable, reminding herself it was seemed to be a thought stuck on a loop.
The thought made her snatch quiver, and the euphoria spike every time.
Naruto, for his part, was focusing on his peripheral actions during the rutting. How to best pleasure his princess with his hands or mouth or words; it seemed enough to firmly knead her ass with either hand while his wet mouth continued kissing all along her neck. It certainly brought her to orgasm quick enough, and being on his fifth round with his fourth woman of the day, he didn't dare to try to last long enough to give her another.
There was just something so evilly, unspeakably erotic about sleeping with multiple women on the same day, mostly women who were none the wiser about the deviancy he'd enjoyed so recently. It made him cum like a cannon, but it also left a lingering aftertaste of guilt. Especially when he looked down into her adorably innocent slumped form, with the tired lidded eyes and powerful blush.
"I love you," he declared all the same, smiling as she bashfully sank in on herself. Cleaning himself up didn't take any time, and left him with a damp washrag in his hand that he immediately carried over to the slumped, leaking body on the chair.
Chocho at least had enough strength left to take it from him, plugging her snatch before it stained the furniture any further. With that, he slumped back into the chair with her, cuddling her much as he had before they started. He thought to himself for the thousandth time if he should come clean about Tsunade, as often as he visited her, and as close as she lived.
Tsunade didn't want him too. There wasn't any easy way to explain how they'd met and who she was without admitting that she was actually a powerful cleric, from which it would be easy to infer they never actually killed that hag. Tsunade also didn't trust Karui wouldn't reinstate the bounty or even finish the job herself if she knew, especially if she found out about it in the context of her fucking the new son-in-law.
They'd claimed she was an older friend from his birthplace, someone he wanted to retire now that he had money and an extra house to his name. Naruto just felt so bad for basically stealing her home. Now that she didn't have the leverage to just kill them as a simple matter, she could only stay there, at the house she'd financed herself, at his mercy.
It would be fine, right?
Tsunade didn't have any kin she wanted to leave the cottage too. She was getting on in years, and she still drank a lot. She wouldn't be around all that much longer. Even as that thought left a sour taste in his mouth, it did give him some comfort that this was a situation that could remain at rest. His wife was left to rest too, after assuring she didn't need to be carried anywhere, and urging him to go on to his work.
His delivery.
If he left now, he'd arrive midday tomorrow. The trail was getting easier to follow after beating the brush back nearly a hundred times on each previous food run, or he was just becoming a better hiker, or both. In any case, it was important not to arrive too early or too late, and with that in mind, he took his pack before venturing once more into the wild woods.
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