Crimson Desire: Naruto's Harem Chronicles

Morning.

Real morning.

No mist chakra. No pink auras. No wet moans.

Just the golden light of the sun spilling into the Seal House.

Naruto sat at the edge of the great bed, his hand over his eyes.

He was hard again — his body never quite rested now — but for once, it wasn't lust that pulsed in his chest.

It was awe.

Fear.

Wonder.

Behind him, Hinata stirred first.

She crawled into his lap and curled, naked, belly pressing to his thigh.

"You're quiet."

He didn't answer.

His hand moved slowly to her stomach.

He whispered:

"One."

Ino approached next. Smiling, flushed from sleep. She laid beside them and placed his other hand to her lower belly.

"Two."

Sakura.Sasuko.Karin.

Each came next.

Each guided his hand.

And Naruto's mouth trembled as he whispered:

"Three… four… five… six…"

Then Tsunade stepped in.

No teasing.

Just love.

She took both his hands.

Laid them over her womb.

He said nothing.

Just nodded.

"Seven."

And then Aya.

Silent as always.

She knelt before him.

Her belly hadn't started to show.

But she looked up.

Eyes glassy.

He placed a hand over her navel.

And whispered:

"Eight."

The room was silent.

He sat surrounded by swollen bellies.

By warm skin.

By the women he'd poured himself into — not just with cum, but with meaning.

"I'm going to be a father," he whispered.

Tsunade smiled.

"You already are."

He kissed each of them.

One by one.

Pressed his lips to every womb.

Lingered.

Spoke names under his breath.

Souta.Kiyomi.Haruki.Emiko.Nawaki.Tsuki.Ren.And Aya's? Still unspoken.

When he reached her, he simply said:

"Whatever name you choose… I'll love it."

And that night?

There was no sex.

Just eight mothers…

Curling around one man.

And holding him.