Somewhere in the vast expanse of Imperium space, a cluster of thriving planets stood as a testament to survival, growth, and the unbreakable will of the Uzumaki Clan. The heart of this civilization was Uzu Prime—a world where ancient traditions met the technological advancements of the Golden Age, a home for a people who had endured the destruction of their past and emerged stronger.
The Uzumaki's Exodus to a New UniverseLong before the Age of Strife, when humanity was at the peak of its Golden Age of Technology, Naruto approached his adopted father, the Emperor of Mankind, with a plea. The Uzumaki Clan, once a powerful force in the Elemental Nations, had been nearly wiped out, their survivors forced into hiding after the Second Shinobi War. Naruto asked the Emperor to help locate and rescue the remaining members of his clan, bringing them into a new universe where they could be safe from further persecution.
The Emperor was initially uncertain, but it was Fu, Naruto's wife, who convinced him. She spoke of the Uzumaki Clan's unparalleled skill in sealing arts, a power that could be useful to the Emperor's grand vision. Seeing potential in their abilities and out of respect for his son's request, the Emperor agreed. The search began, and soon enough, the surviving Uzumaki were found and transported to Terra.
The Uzumaki's Integration into TerraLife on Terra was overwhelming at first, but Naruto and his wives—having already lived on Terra for millennia after arriving in the 8th Millennium B.C.—guided their clan through the transition. Over time, the Uzumaki adapted, mingling with the people of Terra, and even intermarrying. This intermingling of bloodlines led to the birth of a new generation of Uzumaki—children with a rare and unique genetic inheritance.Unknown to the clan, only the Emperor was aware that the Uzumaki bloodline carried a latent, powerful gift—one that had yet to be awakened.
The Emperor observed their growth, intrigued by their resilience and the potential their lineage possessed.The Rise of the Uzumaki KingdomCenturies passed, and the Uzumaki Clan flourished on Terra. Their natural longevity—able to live up to 150 years—allowed them to establish themselves as a significant force among humanity. Eventually, they declared Naruto and Fu their King and Queen, recognizing their leadership and wisdom.It was also during this time that the clan learned a shocking truth—Kurama, the Kyūbi, was one of Naruto's wives. Instead of fearing her, the Uzumaki welcomed her, seeing her not as a beast, but as family. For the first time in her long existence, Kurama felt true acceptance, though she refused to show her softer side.
Then came the Golden Age of Technology, an era of incredible scientific and technological advancements:Humanity spread across the stars, colonizing planets.Artificial intelligence, warp drives, navigators, and STCs became widespread.Psykers began to emerge among the human population.During this time, Naruto led his clan to colonize a planet of their own, allowing them to expand further. This period marked the greatest era of prosperity for the Uzumaki Clan.The Age of Strife – When Everything Fell ApartBut paradise was not eternal. The Age of Strife—a time of war, chaos, and destruction—began.
Warp storms cut off human colonies from Terra and other worlds.New human subspecies, such as Ratlings, Ogryns, and Squats, evolved.Many human worlds regressed to barbarism.Orks and other hostile xenos began attacking vulnerable colonies.Psykers became more common, leading to widespread daemonic possession.Cybernetic revolts, mutations, and the rise of Chaos cults further destabilized humanity.The birth of Slaanesh threw the balance of Chaos into further madness.As warp storms spread, the Uzumaki took extreme measures to protect their homeworld. Combining their sealing arts with psyker abilities, they devised a massive planetary barrier, shielding them from the horrors of the Warp. Their planet was cut off from the rest of humanity, isolated in the darkness.Despite their seclusion, the Uzumaki thrived. Their genetic resilience, technological prowess, and sealing techniques allowed them to survive when countless others perished.
They had access to STCs, which enabled them to maintain their infrastructure, produce food, and even expand. In time, they colonized three additional planets, but Uzu Prime remained their heart.The Return of Their KingThousands of years passed. When Naruto finally found his way back to his people, he was stunned. His once nearly extinct clan had grown into a powerful civilization, their population in the billions across multiple planets. But he was not alone—he returned with three more wives and a large family of 26 children.
The Uzumaki also learned that Naruto had revived Mito Uzumaki. Upon learning what had become of their clan, their betrayal at the hands of Konoha, and the failures of Tsunade and Kushina, Mito was disappointed. The two had abandoned the Uzumaki way—they had forgotten the clan's most sacred creed:"Family over pride. Family over glory. Family over all."She grieved for what was lost but vowed to ensure that the Uzumaki would never forget their roots again.The Horus Heresy and the Fall of the ImperiumThen came the Horus Heresy—the greatest betrayal in the history of mankind. The Emperor was lost, entombed within the Golden Throne, and the Imperium fell into ten thousand years of darkness and decay.During this time, Naruto was sealed away, alongside his wives, for reasons lost to history. Mito, however, lived on, her lifespan unnaturally extended, allowing her to witness the fall of the Imperium firsthand.Millennia later, when the Imperium rediscovered the Uzumaki worlds, they saw them as a threat. Their technology, which had origins from the Dark Age of Technology, was deemed heretical, and Imperial forces sought to destroy them.However, before a full-scale war could erupt, Naruto and Akane's third daughter, overruled the Imperium's actions.
She reminded them of the debt they owed Naruto and the Emperor's original protection of their clan.The Uzumaki and the Imperium TodayNow, the Uzumaki stand as a unique force within the Imperium—not fully integrated, yet not enemies. They swore loyalty to Naruto, his offspring, and the Emperor and his sons, well...guilliman. With Naruto's return, they solidified their place in the Imperium, becoming an independent but unshakably loyal faction. The Emperor recognizing Naruto as his adopted son, had long ago granted him a fragment of his essence, subtly augmenting him into a man-made Primarch. And Fu as well, giving both his blood to them they became psykers because of their chakra aloe origin related and Naruto not only chakra but also by blood. But thanks this genetic enhancement allowed the Uzumaki to develop their own Astartes, including female Space Marines, something unheard of within the Imperium.Now, with the Imperium in turmoil, the Uzumaki Clan remains a beacon of stability and strength, their people numerous, their worlds fortified, and their future secure—so long as they never forget their creed.And as the Great Rift threatens reality itself, the Uzumaki prepare for the next war to come.
The interior of the Nexus Laboratory, one of the most advanced research centers in Uzumaki Prime, was a stark contrast to the elegant, disciplined halls of the Kage Citadel. While most scientific facilities in the Imperium were either sterile and cold or rusted with centuries of neglect, Pucca's personal lab was a chaotic mix of cutting-edge technology and sheer nerdy clutter.
Holographic screens flickered with cascading streams of data in multiple dimensions, some written in standard Terran Gothic, others in ancient Uzumaki script, and a few encoded in esoteric quantum-sealing runes that only she could decipher. The walls were lined with shelves stuffed with rare artifacts, glowing databanks, and even vintage 21st-century memorabilia—a bizarre mix of Shinobi scrolls and posters of bands long forgotten by the current age.
And in the middle of it all, furiously typing on an omni-slate, was Pucca Uzumaki—the brilliant, eccentric, and undeniably voluptuous genius of the Uzumaki Clan.
Pucca was, in every way, the spitting image of her father, but with some clear distinctions.
Her golden-blond hair, tied into twin tails, bounced with every movement, contrasting against her sun-kissed skin inherited from her Kyuubi mother, Akane. Her deep blue eyes, brimming with mischief and unrelenting intelligence, flickered between her monitors as she crunched on a piece of toast like a chipmunk, occasionally puffing her cheeks as she chewed.
She was plump but undeniably attractive, a full-figured beauty whose curves were a perfect fusion of power and femininity. Her chest, an impressive 107, bounced slightly with every exaggerated motion as she waved her arms wildly in frustration. Despite being a 21st-century pop culture geek in a futuristic world, she was easily one of the smartest beings in the known universe, her IQ dwarfing even the legendary Nara clan's greatest minds.
"Tch! HOW?! HOW DOES THIS MAKE SENSE?!" she whined, slamming a hammer fist onto the reinforced desk. The impact sent a shockwave through the lab, rattling equipment but failing to damage the highly reinforced materials—she'd done this enough times that the furniture was specifically designed to survive her tantrums.
On her screens, a dimensional signature pulsed, sending streams of energy readings unlike anything recorded within the Warp. It was clean, untainted by Chaos, and bore a signature that tickled at something deep in her subconscious—a connection to the man who had once helped her father and mother escape the Webway pocket dimension.
She took another chomp of her toast, muttering between bites.
"So you're telling me... some half-drunk, dimension-hopping scientist just waltzed into our universe..."
She pointed accusingly at her screen.
"WITH NO CONSEQUENCES?! NO WARP CORRUPTION?!"
She flailed her arms, her bust bouncing wildly, as she ranted.
"ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! We spend literal centuries fortifying ourselves against the Warp, and this guy just—what—casually steps in like it's an open-door policy?!"
Pucca growled, puffing her cheeks.
Her frustration only grew as she waved her arms in exaggerated exasperation, her bust bouncing slightly with the movement.
"How can someone just walk into our universe without consequence?! No Warp exposure, no reality distortion, no backlash from the Great Ocean—NOTHING!"
Her blue eyes burned with curiosity and irritation in equal measure. If there was one thing she hated, it was an unanswered question. And this anomaly was the biggest one she had encountered in years.
Standing nearby, two Uzumaki Sentinels stood motionless, their towering forms clad in ornate crimson and gold armor, reminiscent of the Adeptus Custodes but uniquely Uzumaki in design. Unlike their Imperial counterparts, they were not giants—rather, they were the pinnacle of chakra-infused warriors, enhanced to superhuman levels without relying on crude gene-forging. Each one was a master of combat, their armor lined with seals and mechanisms that made them resistant to both psychic attacks and technological corruption.
One of them, Sentinel UZ-47, turned slightly to face her.
"Lady Pucca, should we prepare for possible incursion?"
Pucca paused mid-bite, then waved her hand dismissively.
"Eh, no need yet. If it turns into a problem, Dad will punch it."
She paused, then smirked.
"Or Mom will eat it."
The Sentinel remained silent for a moment before nodding.
"Understood, Lady Pucca."
Pucca groaned and leaned back in her chair, staring at the fluctuating dimensional readings.
"This doesn't make sense..." she muttered. "If this isn't Warp-based, then what in the hell is it? A lost technology? A mistake in reality? A remnant of the Old Ones' work?"
Her lips curled into a grin. Despite her frustration, excitement bubbled within her. There was nothing more thrilling than solving a mystery that no one else could.
"Alright then," she murmured, cracking her knuckles.
"Let's see what you're hiding."
With renewed determination, Pucca dived back into the data, unaware that the anomaly wasn't just an abstract phenomenon waiting to be solved.
It was coming. And she was about to meet it face-to-face.
The doors to the Nexus Laboratory hissed open with a soft hydraulic release, and the heavy air of technology and ozone was interrupted by the presence of a lone figure stepping inside.
A man, tall and composed, walked into the lab with measured steps. His dark brown robes swayed slightly, the fabric worn but well-kept. A sword rested on his back, its hilt wrapped in old leather, and in his right hand, he carried a staff—an intricate piece of craftsmanship adorned with arcane sigils and a faintly glowing core. His sharp brown eyes scanned the room, taking in the familiar sight of machines, scattered documents, and the ever-determined woman at the center of it all.
Ash.
One of the few surviving psykers from the Spirit of Eternity, the ill-fated ship that had been swallowed by a Warp storm 5,000 years ago, only to be flung into the future. He and his comrades had nearly been condemned to death or worse at the hands of the Imperium—deemed anomalies, possible heretics, or worse, mutants tainted by the Warp. Their fate had seemed sealed, another casualty of the Imperium's paranoia.
Until she saved them.
Pucca Uzumaki, granddaughter of the Emperor, had stepped in. Her lineage alone granted her authority beyond measure, but it was her words, her fire, and her undeniable will that had given them a second chance. She had taken them in, brought them to Uzu Prime, and revealed to them the twisted, brutal history of the galaxy they now found themselves in. Ash, a man who had already lived longer than he should have, learned just how deeply the galaxy had spiraled into madness.
At first, he and Pucca had clashed—two powerful personalities, both stubborn, both fiercely independent. He had thought her brash, reckless, too playful for the gravity of their reality. She had thought him too brooding, too serious, always carrying the weight of the past.
But somewhere along the way, something changed.
A spark ignited between them, something neither could fully explain.
Now, standing in the lab, he offered a small smirk.
"Still overworking yourself, I see."
Pucca turned in her chair at the sound of his voice, her face lighting up with a smile.
"Well, well, look who it is—my favorite space wizard," she teased, though the frustration in her eyes was still evident.
With an exaggerated sigh, she slumped down in her chair, causing a natural bounce that Ash pointedly ignored—or at least tried to. Her golden twin-tails framed her face as she pouted.
"This dimensional anomaly is giving me a headache. It makes zero sense, Ash. None! No Warp signature, no psychic trail, nothing. It's just there, defying every damn law of reality."
She exhaled sharply, rubbing her temples.
Ash watched her for a moment, then stepped closer. Without a word, he placed his hands on her shoulders, applying firm yet careful pressure.
Pucca flinched slightly at first, but as his fingers worked their way into her muscles, a pleased sigh escaped her lips.
"Ohhh... yeah... that's the stuff," she murmured, melting into his touch. "Damn it, I love your magic hands."
Ash chuckled. "It's not magic, just technique."
"Same difference," she mumbled, eyes closed in bliss.
A mischievous glint appeared in her blue eyes as an idea crossed her mind. She slowly opened them, tilting her head to look at the two Uzumaki Sentinels standing guard.
"You two," she said, her voice carrying that unmistakable tone of authority. "I need to speak with Ash alone."
The Sentinels exchanged a glance before nodding. "Understood, Lady Pucca." Without question, they turned and exited the lab, their crimson and gold armor gleaming under the artificial light.
As the doors sealed behind them, Pucca reached for a control panel and tapped a command. The lab's reinforced windows darkened, shifting to reflective mirror mode—completely blocking any view from the outside.
Ash raised an eyebrow. "Why did you—"
He turned his head toward her, and his words died in his throat.
Pucca stood before him, completely bare, her skin glistening from hours spent in the lab. Her golden locks framed her face as she gave him a slow, knowing smile.
"I've been in here for hours," she purred. "I'm all sweaty."
Ash swallowed hard. His mind, usually so sharp and disciplined, completely blanked as his eyes involuntarily traced the curves of her body. Her confident stride carried her toward the bathroom door, her hips swaying in a way that was utterly hypnotic.
She paused at the entrance, looking over her shoulder at him with a smirk.
"Care to help me shower?"
Ash, for all his centuries of experience, could only stare for a moment before slowly exhaling.
Then, very quietly, he murmured a small prayer.
If there were any gods out there, real or imagined, he silently thanked them.
As he stepped toward her, the bathroom door slid shut behind them.
From within, the sound of Pucca's giggle echoed through the lab.
Another universe
In another universe, inside a cluttered garage filled with random scientific junk, a swirling green portal opened with a loud VWORP!
Two equine figures shot out, tumbling onto the floor before the portal snapped shut behind them. The two ponies groaned as they lay on the cold concrete. One was a gray-coated, spiky-haired stallion with a drooling mouth and an unamused expression. The other was a smaller, brown-coated, nervously sweating colt.
Across the room, two motionless human bodies slumped in chairs—one belonging to Rick Sanchez, the other to Morty Smith. They looked disturbingly corpse-like, their faces slack and eyes blank.
The gray stallion—Pony Rick—sighed and muttered, "Burp—Well, that was almost a f@#kin' disaster. Note to self: never underestimate an enraged yellow Pegasus."
Morty, still panting from their escape, turned to Rick, his wide pony eyes filled with panic. "Jesus, Rick! What the hell did you do to Fluttershy?! She looked like she wanted to skin us alive!"
Pony Rick rolled his eyes as he trotted over to the motionless human bodies. He clicked a small device attached to his equine chest, and instantly, his consciousness transferred back to his human body. His pony form slumped over like a lifeless puppet. Human Rick blinked, stretched his fingers, and cracked his neck.
"Yawn—Relax, Morty. I just stole her piss," Rick said casually, like it was the most normal thing in the world.
Morty, still trapped in his pony body, twitched violently. "YOU WHAT?!"
Rick sighed as he adjusted his lab coat. "Her pee, Morty. You know, urine. That yellow liquid waste? Turns out, Fluttershy's body naturally produces a unique organic compound that's highly valuable for—uh—let's just say 'science'."
Morty facehoofed. "Oh my God, Rick, you may have stole those two shit, but you can't just steal Fluttershy's pee!
Rick shrugged. "Oh, get off your high horse, Morty. Literally."
Morty groaned. "Okay, but—why the hell would you even want her pee?!"
Rick smirked and held up a vial filled with glowing golden liquid. "That, my dear Morty, is classified information. Burp But let's just say—it's a key ingredient for some of my latest experiments."
Morty's pony eyes narrowed. "Let me guess. Drugs?"
Rick paused, then gave him a half-smirk. "...Maybe. Maybe not. I dunno yet."
Before Morty could scream in frustration, they both heard a voice call out from the entrance of the garage.
"Grandpa Rick!"
They turned to see a young boy with spiky blond hair, blue eyes, and three whisker marks on each cheek standing at the door. He looked about 14, wearing an orange hoodie and black pants, his arms crossed in suspicion. Beside him stood a girl who was practically his twin—except she had longer hair tied into twin tails, and she looked more confident and mischievous.
Naruto and Naruko Uzumaki.
Rick's adopted grandchildren.
How that happened? Well, that was a long and complicated story the narrator wasn't going to explain right now.
Naruko's sharp blue eyes scanned the room, immediately landing on Morty's still-pony body, then the limp pony-Rick lying on the floor. Her eyebrow twitched.
"Okay. What the hell am I looking at?" she asked flatly.
Naruto glanced between Rick, Morty, and the weird pony forms, before deadpanning, "Yeah. This is looking pretty sus."
Morty, still in pony form, sighed. "Okay, okay, listen—long story short, we went to the My Little Pony universe."
Naruko's eye twitched. "You did what now?"
Naruto raised a hand. "Actually, real question—why the hell is Morty a pony?"
Morty hesitated. "Uh—"
Rick butted in with a grin. "Oh, that's easy—he got turned into one when we escaped because he screamed like a little b!#%h when Fluttershy tried to kill me."
Naruko raised an eyebrow. "What did you do?"
Morty groaned. "He stole Fluttershy's piss."
There was silence.
Naruto blinked.
Naruko's face scrunched up.
Both siblings looked at each other in unspoken horror before simultaneously turning back to Rick.
"WHAT THE F@#K, OLD MAN?!"
Rick rolled his eyes. "Oh, come on! That's the part that freaks you out? Not the interdimensional travel, not the pony transformations, not the fact that we nearly got murdered by pastel-colored equines—but the pee thing?!"
Naruto shook his head, looking deeply disturbed. "Man, even for you, that's f@#ked up."
Naruko, meanwhile, looked like she was trying not to puke. "I—I don't even wanna ask—but I have to—what else did you steal?!"
Morty hesitated again, looking away awkwardly.
Naruko narrowed her eyes. "Morty. What else did he steal?"
Morty gulped. "Uh... Princess Celestia and Princess Luna's... uh... s-shit."
More silence.
Naruto looked like his brain had just blue-screened.
Naruko's eye twitched violently. She slowly turned to Rick with a look of pure disgust.
"You. Stole. Horse poop?"
Rick, completely unfazed, simply nodded. "Technically, Alicorn poop. Very different. It contains rare biological elements that—"
Naruko cut him off. "I am going to f@#king vomit."
Naruto raised a hand. "Hold up. Just... hold up. Are you telling me—are you seriously telling me—that you went to a world full of colorful magic ponies, and the best thing you could come up with was stealing their piss and sh!#?!"
Rick shrugged. "Look, kid, I go where the science takes me."
Naruto threw his hands up in exasperation. "YOU COULD'VE JUST GOTTEN A MAGIC ARTIFACT OR SOMETHING! BUT NO—YOU HAD TO GO FOR PONY WASTE PRODUCTS!"
As the argument escalated into full-blown yelling, Naruko groaned, pinching the bridge of her nose. "F@#k me, I still have to help out that other me from U.A. High today."
Morty, still pony-shaped, tilted his head. "Wait... another you?"
Naruko sighed. "Yeah, yeah. Long story. Some multiversal crap. We've got other versions of ourselves all over the place."
Rick smirked and took a sip from his flask. "Aaaand it's only gonna get weirder."
Morty groaned. "I hate my life."
Naruto just deadpanned. "I hate his life, too."
Meanwhile, the corpse-like pony versions of Rick and Morty just lay on the floor, staring into the abyss.
Back to 40k universe
Warning Lemon
The steam curled in thick, heavy clouds around the bathroom, clinging to every surface like a misty veil. The sound of water hitting tile was steady, rhythmic, almost hypnotic, but it wasn't the only sound filling the room. Beneath it, there was panting—urgent, desperate—and the sharp slap of skin against skin. The glass shower door was fogged, but a pair of hands pressed against it, fingers splayed, leaving streaks of clarity in the condensation.
And then, thud—a pair of heavy, full breasts slammed against the glass, revealing the silhouette of two figures locked in a fervent embrace.
"Oh fuck, Ash!" Pucca's voice was a mix of a moan and a cry, her words barely coherent as the man behind her drove into her with relentless force. Her body rocked with each thrust, her thick, curvaceous frame jiggling in ways that made the steam itself seem to quiver. Her back arched, her head thrown back against Ash's shoulder, her golden hair plastered to her skin as the water cascaded over them both.
"Tell me, Pucca," Ash growled, his voice deep, husky, and laced with a primal edge that made her shiver even in the heat of the shower. His hands gripped her hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh there, leaving faint marks that only spurred her on. "Tell me how much you fucking love this."
Pucca's mouth fell open, a string of saliva trailing down her chin as her eyes rolled back in pure bliss. Her body was on fire, every nerve alight with pleasure as Ash's cock filled her completely, stretching her in the most delicious way. She could feel every inch of him, every movement, every thrust, and it was driving her wild.
"I—I love it!" she gasped, her voice shaky and breathless. "I love it, Ash, I love it so much! Fuck me harder!"
Ash's lips curved into a wicked smirk as he obliged, his pace increasing until the sound of their coupling echoed off the tiles. Pucca's hands scrambled against the glass, struggling to find purchase as her legs trembled beneath her. She was at his mercy, completely and utterly, and she wouldn't have it any other way.
"Good girl," Ash purred, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down her spine. His lips found her neck, teeth grazing the sensitive skin there before he bit down gently, eliciting a sharp cry from Pucca. "You take me so well, Pucca. So fucking perfect."
Pucca's breath hitched as she felt a hand leave her hip, only for it to come down on her ass with a resounding smack. The sting was immediate, followed by a rush of heat that made her clench around him, drawing a groan from Ash's lips.
"Ash!" she cried, her voice a mix of surprise and pleasure. "Do it again! Please!"
Ash didn't need to be told twice. His hand came down again, harder this time, the sound sharp and echoing in the confined space. Pucca's body jerked forward, her breasts pressing against the glass once more as a moan tore itself from her throat.
"You like that, don't you?" Ash muttered against her ear, his breath hot and sending goosebumps rippling across her skin. "You like being mine, being my good little girl."
Pucca nodded frantically, her mind a haze of pleasure and need. "Yes! Yes, Ash, I'm yours! Always yours!"
Ash's grip on her hips tightened as he pulled her back against him, his thrusts becoming even more forceful, more demanding. Pucca could feel the tension coiling in her stomach, the heat building with every movement, every touch, every word that fell from Ash's lips. She was teetering on the edge, so close, so close.
"Then come for me, Pucca," Ash commanded, his voice hard, unyielding. "Come for me now."
It was the final push she needed. Pucca's body clenched around him as a scream ripped from her throat, her vision going white as pleasure exploded through her in waves. Her legs gave out, but Ash held her up, his grip firm as he continued to thrust into her, drawing out her orgasm until she was trembling and weak.
Ash wasn't far behind. With a grunt, he buried himself deep inside her, his own release surging forth as he held her tightly against him. For a moment, the only sounds were their ragged breaths and the steady stream of water, the steam around them thick and heavy like the air after a storm.
Ash's hands relaxed their grip slightly, sliding up her sides as he pressed a soft kiss to her shoulder. "You okay?" he murmured, his voice softer now, the edge gone.
Pucca nodded, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. "More than okay," she whispered, a small smile tugging at her lips. "That was..." She trailed off, unable to find the words.
Ash chuckled, the sound low and warm, and it made Pucca's heart flutter. "I know," he said simply, his hands resting on her hips as he pulled back slightly, though he didn't let her go. "You're incredible, Pucca. Never forget that."
Pucca turned her head, looking up at him with wide, adoring eyes. "Is it weird that I kind of want to go again?" she asked, her voice light, teasing, but there was a spark of genuine desire in her gaze.
Ash raised an eyebrow, a slow grin spreading across his face. "Weird? No. Dangerous? Definitely." He leaned down, his lips brushing against hers in a kiss that was both tender and promising. "But since when have we ever played it safe?"
Pucca's laughter was cut short as Ash's hands slipped down to her thighs, lifting her effortlessly and pressing her back against the cool tile wall. Her breath hitched as she felt him harden against her once more, and she wrapped her legs around his waist, her hands tangling in his dark hair.
"Ash," she whispered, her voice trembling with anticipation.
"Shh," he murmured, his lips brushing against hers. "Let me take care of you, Pucca. Always."
And as he surged forward, capturing her lips in a searingw kiss, Pucca knew she was exactly where she was meant to be—in his arms, lost in the storm of passion and pleasure that was Ash.
To be continued...
Hope you enjoy this chapter.