Crimson Desire: Naruto's Harem Chronicles

The bath chamber was quiet.

No steam. No flowers. No chakra seals humming.

Just water.

And Aya, curled at the far edge, her knees pulled to her chest, still red from the last group session.

She heard the door open.

She didn't look.

Not until his voice came — low, soft, just for her:

"Room for one more?"

She turned.

And nodded.

Naruto stepped into the water slowly, his body still marked with light scratches, kisses, and drying cum.

But when he sat beside her, he didn't touch.

He waited.

Until she whispered:

"I don't know how to be touched… gently."

He reached for her hand.

Took it.

Placed it over his chest.

"Then I'll show you."

They slid together in the water.

Limbs overlapping.

Breath syncing.

Her cheek against his collarbone.

And for a long time… that was enough.

When he finally kissed her, it wasn't rough.

It was slow.

Like she was glass.

Like she mattered.

She climbed into his lap.

His cock pressed against her folds.

She looked down.

Whispered:

"Do I deserve to feel good?"

He nodded once.

"You deserve to feel whole."

She sank down on him.

Moaned.

Tears spilled immediately — not from pain.

From how full she felt.

How seen.

How slow.

They didn't thrust.

They rocked.

Her arms around his neck.

His hands on her hips.

Their foreheads touching as his cock filled her again and again, her moans like broken breath.

When she came, she whispered:

"I love this."

Not him yet.

But this.

And when he came inside her, slow and warm, his seed spilling deep as she kissed his lips…

She finally said:

"Maybe… I'll love you, too."