Crimson Desire: Naruto's Harem Chronicles

Steam rose from the private bath behind the Seal House.

The water glowed faintly blue with chakra salts.

And in the center, Naruto slumped back against warm stone, eyes half-closed, breath slow.

He was drained.

Not just from sex.

From worship.

From war.

From love.

Hinata stepped into the water without a word.

Nude.

Glowing.

Her belly round with his child, her breasts heavy and full, droplets sliding down her pale skin.

She knelt beside him.

And cupped his cheek.

"You look like you've been conquered," she whispered.

"I have," he muttered. "By all of you."

"Good."She smiled. "Now let me put the pieces back."

She sat behind him.

Ran her fingers through his hair.

Kissed the back of his neck.

Then slowly… slid forward into his lap, not to take him inside her, but to hold him.

Her belly pressed to his chest.

His cock lay between them, soft, twitching.

And her hand drifted down.

She stroked him gently.

Not to make him cum.

To remind him he was hers.

"You gave me life," she whispered, her hand stroking rhythmically under the water.

"I want to give you peace."

Her forehead pressed to his.

Her belly touched his navel.

And her hand moved, soft and slow, milking him with fingers that trembled not with lust… but devotion.

He hardened.

She smiled.

"You're still beautiful like this."

When he came, it was quiet.

Warm spurts against her belly.

His head buried in her shoulder.

A soft moan.

A shaky breath.

And then stillness.

Hinata cleaned him with a cloth.

Kissed his temple.

And whispered:

"You don't have to be the Father of Flame tonight."

"You can just be Naruto."

He wrapped his arms around her.

And whispered:

"Thank you for loving me first."