Chapter Fifty-One
Temari grit her teeth at the sensation of cramping worse than and period discomfort she'd ever experienced. I know pain all too well. I'm not going to cry. I'm not going to scream.
"Push!" Akemi commanded. Temari had opted to kneel on a futon, having gravity assist. While the effectiveness of gravity was a matter of debate, Temari was not the type to take things lying down. You were in traction for over a month with a broken shoulder and broken hip. You can endure this! She pushed as commanded. Contractions had started several hours ago, gradually getting closer and closer together.
The wave subsided as she relaxed. Temari looked over to her husband, whose face was bright red. Her grip on his left hand had left bruises in the shape of her fingers. "Temari, are you sure you don't want any kind of pain relief?" Shikamaru asked as he, too breathed heavily.
"No," she shook her head. While epidural pain control was something Lady Akemi could do, Temari refused. If she accepted the epidural, she wouldn't be able to walk for some time, and there was the risk of her blood pressure dropping. In any case, she wanted to have a clear head and awareness of her body in the event it was needed – she knew the horror story of what Lord Kushina had almost endured during Naruto's birth. No taking chances if the Ōtsutsuki start targeting others in our group for fun!
The next wave hit with near-religious levels of discomfort. Temari's eyes clamped shut as she pushed, and her right hand found something soft to grip. "AHHHH!" she let out a scream. There was the sound of fabric ripping, and when her eyes opened, she was holding the sleeve from Shikamaru's shirt.
"Thanks for leaving me the arm!" he blinked incredulous at what she'd just done.
Vice-like pain formed around Temari's waist, and didn't let go this time. "Oh god! AKEMI!"
"I see the head, just a little more Temari! Push on this next one!"
"Come on, babe, you got this!" Shikamaru tried encouraging.
Unfortunately for him, Temari's filter gave way as the next round of searing pain hit her, "SON OF A BITCH BASTARD! I'LL GET YOU FOR THIS!" She clamped down on his arm enough to leave a handprint. Another wave hit and she pushed, "AAAAHHHHH! YOU FUCKER! YOU SHITHEAD!"
The wave broke but only for a second. "Push!" he commanded.
"C-COCKSUCKER MOTHERFUCKER! YOU SHITHEAD! YOU DID THIS TO ME!"
"Here he comes!" Akemi called out.
The next contraction was accompanied by the sensation being ripped in half at the crotch. "FUUUUUUUCCCCKKK MEEEE! IN THE ASSHOLE! AH!"
"Got him!" Akemi shouted.
Temari looked down, shocked that the sensation had vanished as quickly as it had started. The world moved in slow motion, and all sound became muffled, distant. There was scrambling with Akemi and Hanabi, along with a lot of back and forth between Shikamaru and Akemi. Temari noticed a fainter set of contractions, almost unable to perceive them after burning out her senses. Hanabi held the tray beneath her as the placenta slipped from Temari's body. "Temari," the words came distorted as if she were hearing them through water, "Temari, TEMARI!"
Everything became crisp and clear as Akemi shoved a bundled mass towards Temari, "Temari, your son," Akemi said.
Temari looked down at the tiny mass. The child had wrinkled features and a distinct tuff of jet-black hair like his father. Father… mother… son! Temaria cradled the tiny mass, "MY SON!" she began crying as she cradled her sleeping baby.
"I take it," Shikamaru groaned, "this means you aren't filing for divorce?" She looked as saw that he had a nasty handprint of his arm from where she squeezed him in labor.
Temari's tears mixed with laughter, "I am stuck with your sperm-pet," she grinned, "fair is fair that you have to be stuck with him, too!"
"My sperm-pet?" he pointed a hand at his chest, "I seem to remember you wanted this as well!"
"Yes," she gestured for him to come closer, "he's your son, too!" She pushed the baby into his arms.
"Well, super," he groaned, "at least that pain is over with!"
Now it's time to give him emotional damage! "I don't know, I might want more!" she giggled with sick delight.
"More?!" the shocked expression of Shikamaru's face was priceless. "Troublesome woman, do you have any idea how much this stings!" he pointed to the red handprint on his arm.
"Would you rather push that out through your pee-hole," she nodded toward the baby. "Maybe I should take you to get your pubes waxed; I hear that is about equivalent to what I just did!" Shikamaru cringed, clamping his legs together. My work here is done!
Temari snickered and looked down at her son, still asleep as if nothing had happened. "He's already lazy like you!"
"At least he won't be troublesome like you," he retorted.
"Boy, you have no idea…"
Shikamaru Nara, Advisor to the Seventh Hokage, Minister of Defense for the Land of fire, had no idea how life went so sideways as he unfastened his son's diaper. The wave of smell hit immediately. Ah shit! While his son had made quite the mess, at least it hadn't run up the kid's back. Shikadai thankfully did not squirm much as Shikamaru pulled away the soiled diaper, cleaned his son, rubbed ointment on his son's diaper rash, and put him in a fresh diaper.
"You're getting good at that," Father's voice came from the doorway to the nursery.
"Yeah," Shikamaru said as he disposed of the diaper in the trash. He used a few baby wipes to clean his hands before looking back at his father's scarred visage. "I don't suppose you can watch him for a bit while I go wash my hands?"
"Certainly!" Father replied with a smile Shikamaru rarely saw on the man's face. Shikamaru walked down the hall to the restroom and thoroughly scrubbed his hands and forearms with soap and water. He looked in the mirror. Good, no signs of piss or shit anywhere. One of the earlier times changing his son, he'd peed all over the front of Shikamaru's shirt before a meeting. Shikamaru learned quickly to stand off to the side as much as possible to stay out of the line of fire.
As he returned to the nursery, Shikamaru caught the sight of his father cradling Shikadai, bouncing him playfully. "I don't ever remember you being this warm and cuddly," Shikamaru leaned up against the door's frame.
"Son, when you're a grandfather, I expect you, too shall warm up in ways most people wouldn't think you could."
"Heh, fat chance!" Shikamaru shook his head. "This being a father thing is troublesome!"
"It was only like yesterday I was holding you like this," Father turned his attention back to the baby.
"I seem to remember being the one doing most of the holding," Shikamaru heard his mother's voice from behind. He turned. She stood with her arms crossed, "All the same, I am proud of you for being able to change your son without too much fuss," she leaned to look around Shikamaru to Father, "unlike some people!"
"Hey, give an old man credit," Father held up Shikadai, "I learned with this one!"
"A little late, wouldn't you say?" she laid in thick on Dad.
On cue, Shikadai began stirring, fussing at his grandfather. "All right, fine!" Father protested, "Daddy, your son wants you!"
Shikamaru took his son, who continued to fuss and cry. "I'd say he wants his mommy," he smiled despite his son's wailing.
"Some things never change," Mother said as she turned and walked away.
"I feel ridiculous," Naruto said as his now visibly pregnant wife straightened his Hokage's jacket over his dark black dress outfit for what felt like the millionth time. Unlike the coat worn by Mom or Dad, Naruto's coat had the symbol of the Land of Fire above the characters for "Seventh Hokage." Naruto's headdress also sported the symbol emblazoned in its center, and he wore a detachable hood over his shoulders made to look like orange flames over a black background. Underneath, Naruto wore a burnt orange tunic trimmed black, and a set of black dress pants. The whole outfit felt pretentious in a time when he needed to be preparing for battle.
"Love, I understand, but as a clan leader, I understand the importance of ceremony and appearance." Hinata continued to fix his outfit. She, herself, wore a dark lavender dress that mostly hid her relatively advanced pregnancy well. The only giveaway was that her white ceremonial coat was larger around the waist.
Naruto looked out the panoramic window of the Hokage's mansion, seeing the massive crowd gathered. "I just think we could be spending more time training rather than this."
"Naruto, remember your responsibility as Hokage and Fire Daimyo goes well beyond your responsibility to us," she patted he slightly rounded belly. "There wasn't time for a proper inauguration when Kakashi got injured, and now that your likeness has been added to Hokage Rock," she gestured out the window to the newly carved rendering dusted with December snow, "the people are expecting a proper ceremony to mark their hero becoming their leader and protector." She paused, taking his hand, "Naruto, a lot of people out there are scared and needing reassurance." Her pale amethyst eyes dipped to the ground, "Including me."
"Honey, you can't keep faulting yourself; none of us could have expected this."
"And yet, here we are…" she said, clutching their son in her belly "… with three months to go, give or take."
There was a knock at the door, "Come in," Naruto called out.
Shikamaru entered, wearing a formal black uniform with a long white coat. "It's time." Shikamaru led the way as they made up the rooftop access from the office. Naruto carefully guided Hinata as she navigated the steps with the same delicacy of navigating a minefield. Reaching the roof, the cold air bit through them as the wind blew.
Naruto neared the edge of the rooftop, seeing crowds of people gathered in the square below, on nearby rooftops, and almost any vantage point they could find space. He looked over at Shikamaru, "You sure you wouldn't rather be Hokage?"
"No turning back now, or ever," Shikamaru grinned. "Being a Hokage sounds like a major pain!" He grinned, "I can't wait until you're juggling this and cleaning up diaper shit!"
"You sadist!" Naruto laughed with his friend and wife one last time before stepping near the edge.
Naruto gave a wave to the crowd, followed by a wall of solid cheer coming up. "Everyone, thank you for being here this cold December morning," the cheers died down but hardly faded out. "It is with greatest humility that I stand before you all today. Nothing makes me sadder than this not happening in a time of peace. All that I have, all that I am, I would gladly give for Lord Sixth to be standing here today, instead of me."
Naruto paused, scanning the crowd. He felt pressure and looked down at his wife's hand, gently squeezing his own. "However, as a former Hokage once said, fate rarely calls on us in a time of our choosing. Today marks many feelings: sadness that Lord Sixth's reign was cut short, worry about the future, and hope – hope that all things will work out, ya know!"
There was a slight laugh in the crowd at him using his mom's familiar verbal tic. "It is because of that hope that I stand before you all today. I cannot promise a lot of things, but I can promise you one thing: I will protect this village and everyone in it to the best of my ability! And I will continue to protect our people until the day I am no longer Hokage, until I am no longer Fire Daimyo!" Cheers erupted, and he scanned the crowd as he waited for them to die down, hoping he'd see Himawari.
When he didn't see Hima, he continued, "As we move forward, we now will be building the next generation, and we will give them the most solid foundation possible to build on!" Cheers again spread over the crowd; Naruto paused long enough to let them end. "And it is now time for us to go to work, believe it!" he shot a thumbs up and the crowd went wild. For a moment, Naruto basked in the adoration. I could almost fool myself into thinking this will be easy! He turned to stare at his wife. Of course, nothing worth doing comes easy!
Naruto stepped away from the edge, preparing to head back inside when an insidious figure stood between them and the door. "Hello, Naruto, congratulations on your promotion," Isshiki spoke, still wearing the guise of Jigen.
Shikamaru raised his hands to make a seal when Naruto stopped him. "Wait!" He could have killed us all just now without anyone knowing. No, he's just fucking with us. Don't give him an excuse to turn this into battle.
"You're wiser than I thought," Isshiki bowed in mock deference. "I come in the name of what you refer to as parle."
"Naruto, what do you want me to do?" Hinata asked through their linked chakra.
Stay cool, but be ready to run with Shikamaru! "Okay," Naruto spoke coldly to the Ōtsutsuki standing mere meters away, "talk."
Isshiki spoke with an insincere, vampiric smile, "By now, I'm sure even you have figured out that Momoshiki intends to mark your son and turn him into a vessel to regenerate himself, much as he does in the future!"
"Get to the point," Shikamaru answered sharply, pulling a kunai with discrete care.
"Surrender your son," Isshiki said with the disregard of someone asking for change, "and I'll guarantee your wife's safety."
"Suck my cock!" Hinata spoke before Naruto could, clutching her stomach, "None of you filthy bastards will lay a hand on my son or any of my children!" Well, that answers that question!
"You need him, too, don't you," Naruto grinned at his opponent. Naruto suspected as much, but the look of shock betrayed Isshiki's own plan. "You need him to have a body to carry on when you feed yours to the Divine Tree."
"You're not as stupid as I thought, how quaint!" Isshiki sneered.
"Forget it," Naruto spoke firmly, gathering charka. Kyuubi, get ready!
"Already on it!"
Naruto focused his altered Byakugan, the world became a million shades of white, black, and grey as he sensed the very fabric of the cosmos around them. Naruto sensed the dimensional shift, expecting Isshiki to make a feint and attack from the rear or sides. Instead, he disappeared altogether. Naruto held his breath as he scanned, awaiting Isshiki to return. Several moments passed and Naruto let his guard relax, "He ran…"
"Why?" Shikamaru asked, just as confused.
"Maybe he's too afraid of what might happen," Hinata said. "Without Boruto, he has no backup if he loses a fight. At least, that we know of."
"No, that's not it," Shikamaru stared at Naruto, "He was afraid. He turned tail and ran!"
"What?" Naruto and Hinata asked in unison.
"How about we get inside and confront this someplace warm!" Shikamaru said as the wind blew. "Come on!" They retreated down the access way to the Hokage's office.
"S-Sasuke!" the horrible voice called his name, an unforgiving, hellish siren birthed by the loss of dreams. "S-Sasuke!" Sakura's voice called to him in the familiar, desperate tone the morning his child died. "S-SASUKE!" His wife's exclamation popped his eyes open and flooded Sasuke's veins with freezing adrenaline. He was in bed, early morning, and his pregnant wife was next to him. Oh god, please no! Panic began to overwhelm him.
"Sasuke!" Sakura shook with tears, "the baby is kicking!" The words froze him and the early morning dark. He shook his head violently, praying this was neither dream nor nightmare.
It took several moments for him to realize what his wife was saying as the room stopped spinning. The baby is kicking; the baby is okay! The tightness of his chest relaxed, even if cold sweat ran down his body. For the past six months, the slightest sign of bleeding or moisture in her womanhood had been cause to panic. Every morning started with Sasuke waking from nightmares of his wife having another miscarriage. Even after cerclage surgery, Sasuke felt little comfort. It was protection against certain issues, but not everything. Every night since had been restless, waiting for something to go wrong.
"Sasuke," she took his hand and placed it over her swollen abdomen. The distinct sensation of life shifted under his hand. Sasuke couldn't remember if he'd shared moments like this in his brainwashed state when Orochimaru had him impregnate Karin, and quite frankly, he didn't want to remember. This was his baby. This was a creation of love.
Sasuke lay frozen beside his wife in bed, her twitching abdomen gave him the sense that his daughter was trying to communicate. "S-Sarada…" he called the chosen name for his daughter.
"She says, 'Hi, daddy!'" Sakura spoke as her belly shook.
Sasuke clamped his eyes closed against tears. He wanted to hold his wife and daughter right now. He didn't want to be go to war again. Nevertheless, he knew the sand was running out of the hourglass. Today was the Rinne Festival. Sakura was due at the end of March, as was Hinata. He had little doubt that the next three months would be difficult to say the least.
He ran his hand over his wife's pregnant belly. "Hello, Sarada," he whispered in the morning gloom. "It's okay, Daddy is here, my little peanut…" He stared longingly at his wife and baby at the sun slowly rose.
"Push, push!" Konohamaru said for the millionth time as Hanabi knelt before him on a futon mat in the apartment they had shared on and off for months now. Konohamaru was wearing his olive drab field uniform, complete with his blue scarf; Hanabi wore black scrubs as she usually did anymore. A real chip off the old block. I almost can't recognize her from who she was a few years ago!
"Ahhh! Ahhh!" she mock screamed as she pushed the baby mannequin from under her shirt out. "Remember, catch the shoulders," she said.
"I get it," he groaned as he braced and they simulated labor and birth for the million time since discovering Hinata's pregnancy. Konohamaru cradled the mannequin, running through the post birth check he'd need to do in the field if need be. Big brother and Shikamaru were still formulating a plan to through off their enemies for when that long day in March came.
"All right, satisfactory," Hanabi giggled.
"Ugh," he gave an exhausted groan, "is this what it really is like?" he asked.
"Yes," Hanabi nodded with a giggle. "I can assure you this is very much like the real thing!"
"I can't believe women expel something this big," he held out the mannequin, "through their who-ha hole!"
"Believe it, as your brother would say!" Hanabi laughed. "I get to do this day in, day out as a midwife – soon enough as a medical-nin!"
"I can't imagine staring at who-ha all day," he shook his head.
"Like hell you can't," Hanabi stuck her tongue out, "I've seen your porn collection. Some of it left me needing a shower!"
"Speaking of which," he looked at his watch, "we probably shoulder shower before going to bed."
"When you say 'we,' do you mean together?" she queried. He couldn't tell if the question was mean to be sensual, but the effect was all the same as his erection filled his pants.
"I mean…" his words hung in his throat. Hanabi's coy smile suggested mischief, but he didn't want to expect it, either.
"It's all right boy," she grinned, "I'm only teasing!"
"Oh," his cheeks burned at her admission. "Gotcha!"
"Of course," she took his hands suddenly, thumbs tracing over the backs of his hands, "We have been practicing a lot for delivering a baby…" She bit down on her lip, "Have you thought of practicing for making one?"
Konohamaru's dick jumped in his pants, understanding what she had just suggested long before his brain could interpret it. Is she asking me to have sex with her?! "H-Hanabi?!"
"Yes, boy," she smirked as she stared at him.
"Are you… asking me to?!" he swallowed the lump in his throat as he spoke.
"Why not?" she asked, not releasing his hands, "You like me; I like you. We're both sixteen, hell getting close to seventeen!" she tilted her head to the side, "Aren't you curious?"
"I'm always curious, Hanabi," now he began massaging her hands. His heart ticked up in tempo and his already hard erection turned into solid steel. "But I want to be sure this is something you want."
"Let's go to the bed," she suggested with a wink, "And we can show each other how much we want it!"
Konohamaru paused for a moment. He was overcome by the sensation of standing at a cliff's edge – one part of him wanting to jump while the other did not want to fall. "Okay," the words escaped. Another long second passed, both of them stood and ran for the bed, flopping down atop the sheets with a loud squeak of the springs.
He took Hanabi in his arms as gravity reasserted itself, and he brought his lips to hers. Hanabi greeted him in kind, forcing their mouths open as they invaded one another. Konohamaru gripped the back of her scrub top, grasping a fistful of material as his kisses moved down from her lips to her chin, and her neck. Her hand grasped the zipper of his vest, tearing it down and she began to tug the garment away. He released his grip long enough to toss away the outer layer.
Hanabi's hands began untucking his shirt, eventually sneaking up and along his abs and chest. Not to be outdone, he snuck a hand up the back of her shirt and began gently ticking the small of her back. Hanabi undulated under his teasing, and she drew back, "That feels so good…" she gasped breathless, "… don't stop!"
As you wish!" he moved down further down with his lips, sucking hickeys with his mouth as Hanabi tugged at his shirt. As he moved down to her collar bone, his fingers tickled down her spine, testing the limits of the elastic material of her panties.
"Konohamaru! Leave my ass-crack alone!" she yelped in his ear.
"Shit, sorry!" he pulled back, feeling heat melting off as he did so.
"It's fine… just… stay out of there! It's kind of private!"
"So, no touching the butt?" he asked, confused.
"No," her look became suggestive again as she took his hand again, "you can touch," she planted his hand on her rump, the squishy mass under his fingers sent brain and hormones in to overdrive, "just stay out of no man's land!"
"Understood!" he squeaked, not caring that his voice just cracked. I'm touching Hanabi's fine ass! And she's letting me touch! His fingers scanned over, finding the material of her panty line. She wasn't wearing a thong, but she also clearly wasn't wearing old granny panties either. I'm dead! I'm in heaven!
Hanabi grasped his shirt and pulled it up over his head. Her hands sculpted him like clay as she moved over his back, arms, chest, and stomach. His heart pounded at his sternum like an alien trying to burst out of his chest. Her lips now sucked at his chest and neck. Konohamaru became so fuzzy-headed that he scarcely noticed Hanabi fumbling with his belt, then the fly of his pants. He felt the pressure of material being pushed aside, and then there was the sensation the cool skin of her fingers wrapping around his length. "HANABI!" he stared at her in disbelief. "Easy, Speed Racer!"
"You do realize," she laughed, "we do have to take our clothes off for this!"
"I understand!" he groaned under her pleasant taunting as she gently pumped him back and forth. "I'm just not used to this so much!"
Hanabi withdrew her hand, and Konohamaru panicked, fearful that he'd killed the mood. Instead, Hanabi grasped her scrub top and tore it over her head, dragging her bra along with it. "I guess it is time to get used to it!" Hanabi flung the bit of clothing away and sprawled out topless. She pointed a finger to her right breast, "I'm going to need to get used to your paws and your lips on here, too!"
Oh my god! He'd seen naughty photos, but he'd never seen the real thing up close and personal. At first, he cautiously caressed her breast with his left hand. Hanabi just gave him a silent nod. GREEN LIGHT! GREEN LIGHT! GREEN LIGHT! He brought his face to her chest and began feasting on her breasts. As he kissed and sucked her gentle mounds and sharp peaks. She began moaning, "Yes… yes..." as she moved her head side to side, and her hand again returned to his manhood. She toyed with him, making it dance. "I'm so horny, boy!" she moaned breathless.
Her hand released his dick and grasped at his boxers and pants, tearing them downward. Even after all they'd done, there was a mild shock of being exposed. "Take your damn pants off!" He did as commanded as she untied the drawstrings of her scrub bottoms and shed them along with her panties. Hanabi activated her Byakugan and her left hand clawed at the nightstand's drawer and retrieving the box of condoms. "Get wrapped up!" she thrust the box at him, "and I'll warm up!"
Hanabi reached down into her folds, and began moving her hand back and forth. "AH! AH! AH!" she screeched.
If Konohamaru didn't know what was happening, he'd assume she was scratching herself, "Did you just masturbate?"
"Yeah," she heaved.
"That's different," he chuckled.
"Get ready," she spread her legs wide, not removing her fingers from her womanhood, "and I'll show you something unlike anything you've experienced!"
Konohamaru ripped the box of condoms like a dog with a chew toy then ripped open the first condom he could catch as they spilled out over his bed. As he rolled the condom on, the weight of what was about to happen sank in. "Hanabi, are you sure this is what you want?"
"Would I… AHH!... be touching myself… AH!... in front of you…AH!...AH!... if I wasn't sure?!" Hanabi responded, not stopping her rather hot act of self-pleasure.
Now or never, don't miss! Konohamaru prowled his way between her legs, feeling the gentle pressure of her womanhood first contacting his manhood. "Guided it in with your hand!" she moaned.
Konohamaru repositioned himself and pressed forward. This time, he felt himself sliding inward, hitting a minor resistance, and then sliding the rest of the way in as the resistance vanished. Hanabi made a loud moan, and he raced to catch it by covering her mouth with his. The kiss was warm, smooth, reminding Konohamaru of the warm, velvety sensation surrounding his penis. "Hanabi…" he pulled back and moaned her name to his lips.
"Konohamaru…" she gasped his name in return, constricting around his length as her legs closed around him.
"Oh god!" Konohamaru's eyes rolled back in his head and a grinned uncontrollably at the overwhelming pleasure. He knew virginity was a societal concept and had little to do with changes biology. Nevertheless, as an electric chill traversed his spine, he knew changes were happening. He looked down to see Hanabi, her tongue at the corner of her lips, quietly retreating as she pursed them in coy mimicry to what her channel was doing to him. "So,
I hate when she is right. this is what it feels like?"
"Yeah," she closed her eyes and spread a tiger grin on her mouth as he thrusted in deeper.
"I'm hoping it doesn't hurt, right?"
"No silly," she laughed, "if a woman is turned on, usually entry goes a lot easier!" She winked, "It wasn't hard for you to get me there."
"You make it very hard for me!" they both laughed. He continued to move back and forth, savoring the moment. "So, what now?"
"What do you mean?" she stared with her Byakugan wide and entrancing, totally unabashed at her nudity or the sex acts they were engaged in.
"I mean…" he groaned slightly, feeling himself nearing climax, "… where does this put us?"
"Well, if we weren't already boyfriend and girlfriend, I think we can tick that box!" one of her hands traced his chest while the other traced down his spine from neck to his hips. Hanabi's naughty hand stroked over his bare ass, teasing the limits as he'd done to her earlier.
"I'd say we can also…" he thrust rapid and shallow, "… add lovers to that check box!" His manhood shuddered inside her.
"Sounds like a plan!" she moaned, her channel squeezing him, "Oh god!" Her face contorted into a grimace.
"Oh god, Hanabi, are you all right?!" Konohamaru asked in a panic.
Hanabi grasped him by the shoulder, pulling his right ear to her mouth. "I'm going to cum! AH!" she screeched into his ear as her body shuddered. There was a swipe of her tongue followed by her teeth clamping his lower ear.
The fire of her breath in his ear contrasted with the sensation of liquid nitrogen being poured down his back. His core locked, and he felt himself release inside her. "AHHH!" Konohamaru groaned at the intense, almost painful pleasure she'd given him. The room froze for a moment as the two stared, panting in the aftermath. "H-how was that?" his voice shook, still breathless.
"Mmm…" Hanabi grinned, "… good!"
"Just good?" he asked.
"You'd please any woman if you did what you just did," she winked, "I don't want to inflate your ego too badly, otherwise, it might not fit next time!"
They both broke out into chuckles at the inappropriate joke. Konohamaru's erection was softening. "All right, I'm coming out."
"Spoilsport," she stuck her tongue out.
Konohamaru grasped the condom as he withdrew, and then discarded it in the wastebasket. He collapsed on the bed beside her. "So, what now?"
"Well, we could stay here for a bit like this, but I will have to get up kind of early."
"Ugh, same here!"
"Konohamaru?" she queried.
"Yes?"
"When this is done, how about we get away for a while?"
"What do you mean 'When this is done?'" he asked.
"I mean, after the whole Ōtsutsuki thing, and Boruto's birth," she said.
"I don't know, is there somewhere you want to go?"
"How about Anami Island?" she asked.
"You want to go to an island where hedonism and polyamory is the norm?"
"It was just a thought," she winked. "What about you, surely there is somewhere you want to go."
"The Land of Iron," he said, "I want to go hiking in the mountains. They were breathtakingly beautiful when I was there." He stared intently at Hanabi, "You do realize this whole Ōtsutsuki thing might never truly be over, right?"
"Ready or not, my nephew will be born this coming March," she said as her face turned stony. "Either we all die, or our enemies die." She shook her head, "There is no room in between."
I hate when she's right! Konohamaru knew full well There was a chance some or all of his friends and family might die. Up until now, the thought had been too horrific to acknowledge. "Then, let's promise we'll make the other bastards die." He said, staring into her eyes while discretely eyeballing her naked body. If I ever needed motivation, I'm looking at it.
She held out her pinkie finger, "Promise…"
"Something wrong?" he asked.
"Promise we'll do this again afterwards!" she smirked. My naughty girlfriend!
"Promise," he interlocked his pinkie finger with hers.
Author's notes: Hi everyone, apologies for this taking so long to get out. Thank you as always for reading. Next chapter will be final preparations for Boruto's birth, followed by the events of his birth. I hope it lives up to everything else I've done thus far.
Thank you again for reading, and I'll see you next chapter. Stay healthy and stay safe!