Red candles burn brightly, embroidered curtains hang low. On the wedding day of Mingren, the master of Mingfeng Valley, and Princess Hinata of the White Feather Clan, the banquet lasted from the morning Chen hour until the evening You hour before dispersing. Old friends from Konoha Village and disciples from the valley bid farewell one after another, leaving only the red lanterns hanging high in the master's residence, the corridor lanterns gently swaying in the night breeze, emitting faint paper rustling sounds.
The hall was empty, but the lingering fragrance remained. Naruto changed out of the bright red wedding robe and wore only a moon-white inner garment as he slowly entered the inner room. Hinata had already been waiting inside. Her plain white bridal gown had not yet been fully undone; only the outer xiapei had been unfastened. Her black hair was like clouds, a silver hairpin inserted at her temple, and there was still a light layer of rouge on her face, making her look even more delicate under the candlelight.
Naruto walked up to her, reaching out to take her pale hands. They were slightly cool, yet exceptionally soft. He gazed affectionately into her eyes, his voice low: "Hinata, after so many years of trials and hardships, only today have I finally made you my wife. It's truly been too long."
Hinata's cheeks flushed slightly. She initially wanted to pull her hands back but remembered she was now a married woman, so she let him hold them. She whispered: "Naruto-kun... what are you saying. All these years, it's been you taking care of me; I've been the one causing trouble." As she spoke, she started to bow deeply.
Naruto quickly supported her shoulders: "Since we are husband and wife now, there's no need to be so formal."
The two stood facing each other, with only the crackle of candlelight left in the air. Naruto slowly drew closer, his lips inching nearer and nearer to hers. Hinata’s heart pounded like a drum; too nervous, she closed her eyes. In the next instant, a soft touch landed on her lips.
Naruto gently took her lower lip into his mouth, softly sucking. A hint of sweet saliva met his taste, like a mountain spring. He tentatively extended his tongue. Hinata let out a soft "Mm," her heart filled with shyness: So this is how a man and woman kiss, sharing breath.
He took the soft tip of her tongue into his mouth, savoring it carefully, his hands encircling her waist, his palms rubbing along her back, and smoothly undid the knot of her belt.
"Hinata, may I help you change clothes?"
“...mm.” Hinata was already so shy that she was as red as a blooming flower, lowering her head and responding softly. She thought: this body, treasured for so many years, is finally going to be offered to the one she loves; nervousness and happiness intertwined.
The sash loosened, and the plain white wedding dress slipped from her shoulders. Her snow-white shoulder line looked like congealed fat under the candlelight, her chest双峰丰满圆润, waist slender yet with a hidden strength from martial arts training. Hinata instinctively raised her hands to cover her chest.
Naruto gently took her wrists, spreading them to the sides: "Hinata, put your hands down. We are husband and wife now, no need to be shy anymore."
When she heard the words “husband and wife,” warmth spread through her heart, and she obediently lowered her arm. Naruto looked fervently at that pair of jade peaks and said with a low smile, “I didn’t expect here... to be so full.”
Both his hands came over, gently kneading. Hinata let out a娇 moan: “Naruto-kun... don’t say that...”
Naruto gently laid her down on the bed, leaning over to take one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking softly. Hinata let out a soft gasp, "Ah...", her voice both startled and tender: "Wh-why use your mouth... you're not a baby..."
“So soft.” Naruto mumbled, his voice filled with satisfaction.
Hinata asked with a red face: "Naruto-kun... do you really like Hinata's body?"
“Like. So much that… it’s hard here too.” He thrust out his lower body.
Hinata covered her mouth, looking in surprise at the fabric stretched high. Naruto smiled as he undid his clothes, revealing his thick, long, erect member beneath his hips, veins faintly visible, pulsing slightly.
“It... it’s so scary...” Hinata said softly.
“Don’t be afraid. You’ll like it later. Come on, you take yours off too, let me have a look.”
He undid her inner robe and underpants. Her fair body was fully exposed under the candlelight. Hinata instinctively clamped her legs together to cover her private parts, her face blushing so hard it looked as if blood might drip from it.
“Open your legs and let me see.” Naruto put both hands on her knees.
Hinata resisted with effort: "Naruto... turn off the light... don't look there... it's too embarrassing..."
Naruto stopped his movements, looking at her affectionately: "Hinata, I was once despised by the whole village, looked down upon by everyone. But I proved myself with my strength. The things we fear in our hearts don't actually exist. We just haven't found the courage to face them yet."
Hinata's heart trembled. She had always admired this about him—he was like a lighthouse, dispelling the darkness in her heart. She slowly relaxed her grip.
Naruto parted her legs. Beneath the dense pubic hair, the delicate pink petals were tightly closed, slightly protruding. Hinata bit her lip and turned her head to the side: "Don't stare like that... it's so embarrassing..."
“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. You’re beautiful, and so is this place.”
“Really? You don’t think… it’s ugly?”
"No. I like it very much." Naruto said with a smile, reaching out to stroke the inside of her thigh, inching upward little by little. When his fingertips touched the petals, Hinata trembled all over and let out a thin, soft gasp.
He lightly rubbed along the slit, feeling that soft and moist touch. Chu Tian frowned, biting her own finger, but did not close her legs again.
“The feeling there... is so weird... mm...”
“It’ll be better in a bit.” Naruto gently used two fingers to part the petals, then slid in one finger. The inner walls were warm and tight; he slowly thrust, then added a second finger, the heel of his palm pressing against the outside.
Hinata's breathing gradually changed pitch, her body twisting slightly. Naruto leaned down to kiss her neck, collarbone, then returned to her nipple, while using his fingers to gently probe and rotate inside her.
“Naruto-kun…… slower…… ah……”
He withdrew his fingers, looking at the sparkling moisture on his fingertips, and smiled: “It’s already wet.”
Hinata, shy, buried her face in the pillow. Naruto grasped his member, pressing it against her entrance, gently rubbing. Hinata felt its burning hardness, her heartbeat quickening.
“I’m going in.”
He slowly pushed in. Hinata let out an “ah,” her brows tightly knitted. Naruto stopped, kissed her lips, and whispered comfortingly, “Relax... it’ll be over soon.”
He entered little by little, until he was completely inside. Hinata felt filled to the brim, swollen and hot. Naruto began to thrust slowly, each motion carrying restraint and tenderness.
The candlelight flickered, and the night breeze gently blew outside the tent. Their breaths gradually intertwined. Naruto's movements shifted from slow to fast, from shallow to deep. Hinata's soft moans transformed from suppressed to fragmented waves of sound, her hands clinging to his back, nails lightly digging in.
“Naruto-kun…… so deep…… ah…… there…… so strange……”
“Do you like it?”
“Like… like you…”
He lowered his head and took her earlobe into his mouth, whispering, “I like you too. I've liked you for a very long time.”
Night deepened, and the two changed positions several times. Hinata was flipped over by him, and when he entered her from behind, she buried her face in the pillow, revealing only the reddened roots of her ears. Naruto held her waist and thrust into her again and again, shaking the bed slightly.
When climax arrived, Hinata's whole body tensed, her inner walls contracting in waves. Naruto roared, buried deep, releasing a scalding flow.
Afterward, the two embraced as they lay there. Naruto wiped away the sweat and filth from her body, then covered her again with the thin blanket. Hinata leaned against his arms, her voice still carrying a soft afterglow: “Naruto-kun... in the future... can we do this every day?”
Naruto smiled and kissed the top of her head: "Of course. As long as you're willing."
Outside the window, the moonlight was cold and clear, and the faint sound of the valley drum drifted in. The red candle had burned more than halfway, wax tears dripping onto the bronze tray. The two whispered a few more words and gradually fell asleep.
The next morning, sunlight filtered through the window paper. When Hinata woke up, she found Naruto already awake, propping his head up and looking at her. Blushing, she tried to pull the quilt over her head, but he stopped her.
“Get up. There are still matters in the valley today.”
But the two of them didn’t get up right away. In the morning light, another round of lingering passion unfolded. This time, Hinata was no longer so nervous and instead took the initiative to lift her leg and wrap it around his waist. Naruto smiled in surprise: “You were shy last night, and today you’ve already learned?”
“Annoying... you taught me that...”
In the following days, disciples in the Valley Master's residence saw the Valley Master and his wife deeply affectionate during the day, while the bed curtains were filled with spring passion at night. Naruto taught her various positions, sometimes having her straddle him, sometimes carrying her to the window to watch her flushed face by moonlight.
Hinata, from her initial shyness, gradually learned to respond. She would actively kiss his chest, use her hand to hold his member and gently stroke it, and actively twist her hips to meet him when he entered.
One night, Naruto took her to the hot spring behind the valley. Naked in the hot water, Naruto pressed her against the stone wall, entering from behind. The hot water splashed with their movements, Hinata's moans masked by the sound of water. After finishing, he held her sitting on his lap, letting her slowly sink down, while he gently bit her nipple.
“Naruto-kun…… you…… so bad……”
“I’ll be bad for you to see.”
Days passed one by one. Affairs in the valley were busy; sometimes Naruto would be away for half a month before returning. On the first night of his return, the two almost tore their clothes off rolling onto the bed. Hinata would actively take off her own clothes, kneel on the bed, with her back to him, waiting for his entry.
"Do you miss me?"
“Want... I want it every day...”
He entered fiercely and deeply, knocking her so hard that she could hardly stay on her knees. At climax, she cried out his name, and her inner walls clenched so hard that he almost immediately gave up his weapon.
One full moon night, the two were watching the moon on the roof. Naruto pressed her onto the tiles, only half undressing her. The night wind blew, her nipples stiffening in the cold air, and he took them into his mouth, sucking and licking. Afraid of being heard, she could only bite her own wrist hard, letting him pound inside her.
Afterward, the two lay side by side on the rooftop, gazing at the starry sky. Hinata said softly, “I always used to think I wasn’t good enough for you. Now... I feel very happy.”
Naruto held her hand: "It's me who isn't worthy of you. If it weren't for you waiting all these years, I'd probably still be that reckless fool who only knows how to charge around."
A few months later, good news spread through the valley — Hinata was pregnant. Naruto was so happy he nearly carried her into the sky, yet he was also careful and no longer dared to be as intense as before. But Hinata secretly took the initiative one night and sat on him, whispering, “A little gentler... it’s fine...”
He was aroused to the blood by her主动 manner, yet still restrained his movements, only gently nudging. Afterwards he kissed her lower abdomen and said in a low voice, “Once the baby is born, we’ll have another one.”
"You... still want more?"
"Yes. I want a lot of them. I want to watch them grow up with you.",
Time passed. Ten years later, Mingfeng Valley had become a renowned force in the martial world. The Valley Master couple's two children could already chase and play in the valley. At night, the couple would still close their door and relive the sweetness of their newlywed days.
Sometimes it's gentle and lingering, sometimes as intense as the first time. Hinata's body became fuller after childbirth, her breasts heavier, yet her waist remained slender. Every time Naruto enters, he sighs, 'Still so tight...'
She hit him: 'You're so annoying... saying things like that at your age.'
"The older I get, the more I like you."
One winter night, heavy snow sealed the mountains. The two drank by the charcoal fire, and after becoming slightly tipsy, Naruto pressed her onto the carpet. The firelight illuminated their entwined bodies, sweat and panting interwoven. After it was over, Hinata leaned against his chest and softly asked, 'If we could have our wedding night again, what would you do?'
Naruto thought for a moment and smiled: "It would be the same. First kiss you, then undo your clothes, then have you slowly open your legs... and then make you cry."
Hinata blushed but didn't argue. She simply reached out, took his hand, and interlaced their fingers.
Outside the window, snow falls silently; inside, the charcoal fire burns brightly. The path of the jianghu is long, the love of the chivalrous couple enduring. Their story will continue to be written within these red candles and bed curtains.
That night, heavy snow sealed the mountain, and the charcoal fire cast a red glow on their entwined figures. The effects of the wine still lingering, Naruto pressed Hinata down onto the thick carpet, yet his movements were more deliberate than on their wedding night. He first kissed her eyebrows, eyes, and the tip of her nose meticulously, then moved downwards, taking her already slightly erect nipple into his mouth. Hinata gasped lightly, her fingers threading through his blond hair, her voice soft like melting snow: 'Naruto-kun... you're... especially patient today.'
“Because when you’re drunk today, you’re even softer.” He chuckled softly, the tip of his tongue circling her areola, while his other hand reached between her legs, already wet. His knuckles slowly entered, curling to scrape along the inner wall; Hinata’s waist trembled slightly, letting out broken whimpers.
He did not rush to enter, but instead used his fingers to bring her to a small climax. When her breathing had steadied somewhat, he gripped his already stiff manhood and pressed it to the entrance, slowly sliding in. This time he deliberately slowed down, stopping after every inch to feel her contractions. Chu Tian was filled to the brim; her eyes reddened, yet she proactively lifted a leg to wrap around his waist and whispered, 'Deeper... I want your whole length inside me.'
Naruto followed her words and pushed all the way in, both of them letting out satisfied sighs simultaneously. The subsequent thrusts were neither hurried nor slow, like savoring a pot of aged fine wine by the charcoal fire. Outside the window, snow fell silently; inside the room, there were only the soft sounds of flesh colliding and suppressed panting. When the climax came, Hinata buried her face in the hollow of his shoulder, her inner walls clenching in waves. Naruto growled deeply as he buried himself inside, releasing all his scorching heat.
Afterward, the two lay embracing as they rested, the charcoal fire crackling. Hinata’s fingers traced circles on his chest, and she suddenly asked softly, “If one day we grow old, can we still be like this tonight?”
Naruto took her hand and kissed her fingertips: "Yes. As long as you're still willing to let me touch you, even at eighty, I'll come to you hard."
She blushed from his teasing but nodded with a smile.
After the snow stopped, affairs in the valley became busy again. Naruto often had to go out to handle disputes in the martial world, sometimes gone for over half a month. The first night back almost always became their most intense moment.
Once, he returned covered in dust from his travels. As soon as he stepped into the inner room, Hinata actively threw herself at him. She had already changed into a thin undergarment, the sash loosely tied. They almost tore at each other's clothes as they rolled onto the bed. Naruto turned her over and entered from behind, his movements deep and heavy. Hinata buried her face in the pillow, only her flushed ears visible, each impact drawing muffled moans into the fabric.
"You miss me?" he asked between gasps.
“Want... I want it every night...” her voice trembling, “Want you... to go all the way in...”
He was inflamed by her words, gripping her waist and thrusting fiercely. At the moment of climax, Hinata cried out his name, her inner walls contracting violently, almost forcing him to lose control immediately. Yet he endured it, continuing to thrust more than ten times before releasing deeply.
Afterward he carried her to the hot spring to wash up. In the hot water, the two of them entwined once more. Hinata straddled him, slowly lowered herself down, bracing her hands on his chest as her waist rose and fell. The hot water splashed with their movements, soaking her long hair. Naruto looked up at her, his hands supporting her full hips as he thrust upward in sync. In the candlelight, her breasts trembled lightly with each movement, water droplets sliding down her curves.
“You’ve changed.” he suddenly said in a low voice.
“Change what?”
“Before, you were always shy. Now... you even take the initiative to sit up and ask for it.”
Hinata blushed but didn't stop her movements: "Because... I want you to know how much I missed you."
That night, they stayed in the hot spring until the water turned cold, then helped each other back to the inner room.
Time continued to flow. The two children gradually grew up, one lively like the father, one quiet like the mother. During the day, the valley was filled with laughter; at night, the tent was still brimming with springtime passion.
One summer, Naruto took Hinata deep into the mountains behind the valley to escape the heat. The two spent the night in a cave, laying thick animal pelts. Outside the cave, insects chirped incessantly; inside, only the sound of their panting could be heard. Naruto pressed her down onto the pelts, entering from the front, but his movements were unusually gentle. As he thrust, he lowered his head to kiss the corners of her eyes and lips, whispering about his longing and gratitude for her over the years.
Tears welled in Hinata's eyes as she tightly wrapped her legs around him: "Me too... marrying you is the luckiest thing in my life."
At climax, both reached it simultaneously, holding each other tightly, not letting go for a long time.
Later they went to the seaside again. In the sound of the night tide, Naruto pressed her down on the reef. The sea wind had blown their clothes half open, and when he entered her his movements carried a hint of urgency. Fearing her cries would be drowned out by the waves, Hinata could only bite down hard on his shoulder. Afterward the two lay on the beach, looking up at the stars overhead, and she suddenly smiled: "If back then I hadn't gathered the courage to confess... what would happen now?"
Naruto turned his head and kissed her: "Then I'd probably continue being a fool, not daring to touch you even until old age and death."
She was teased into a light laugh by him, then actively turned over and straddled him. This time she took full control, moving up and down on her own, her hands braced against his chest, her long hair cascading like a black waterfall in the moonlight. Naruto let her move, only supporting her hips to help when she got tired. When the climax came, she went limp on top of him, her inner walls spasming in waves.
After returning to the valley, life remained steady. But the jianghu was never quiet. Once, Naruto came back from outside injured. Hinata felt so distressed that she stayed up through the night to watch over him, but after his injuries improved somewhat, he turned around and pressed her onto the bed.
"Your injury still hasn't healed..." she advised softly.
“Perfect. Then I can only have you on top.” He laughed as he pulled her onto himself.
Hinata had no choice but to slowly sit down. This time, she was especially careful, her movements gentle, afraid of touching his wound. Yet, the more careful she was, the more lingering it felt. Naruto watched her focused expression, his heart softening and warming. He placed his hands on her waist, gently thrusting in sync.
“Like this... even more deadly than usual.” he said softly.
Hinata blushed: "Then... endure a little longer."
That night they made love extremely slowly, yet extremely deeply. Each thrust felt like confirming the other was still there. Afterwards, Hinata lay on his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat, and whispered softly, 'When you go out in the future... you must be careful.'
“Mm. To be able to come back and be like this with you, I have to be careful.”
Several more years later, the children were already able to stand on their own. The affairs of the valley were gradually handed over to the disciples, and the two of them had more time of their own.
One autumn, they revisited the old Konoha grounds where they had gotten married. The old house had long been renovated, and red lanterns still hung high. That night, they deliberately reenacted their wedding night—from holding hands and gazing at each other, to gentle kisses, to undressing, to him parting her legs, to slowly entering.
Everything seemed familiar, yet completely different. The shyness of that year had turned into默契, and the tension of that year had turned into deep trust. As Naruto entered, Hinata took the initiative to raise her waist to meet him, her voice so soft it sounded like she was acting coy: “This time... can you go a little deeper?”
He did as instructed and thrust hard, making her let out coy gasps again and again. Afterward the two held each other and slept, and outside the window it was still the same bright moon from those years ago.
Winter gave way to spring, and another year passed. One night by the charcoal fire, the two drank newly brewed fine wine from the valley. After the alcohol had left them slightly tipsy, Naruto suddenly carried her to the window, let her brace both hands on the frame, and entered her from behind. Snow started falling again outside, but inside it was hot as if it were about to melt.
Each motion was heavier than the last, driving her to the point where she could hardly stand. Hinata bit her lip, yet still let out broken, wanton moans. At the moment of climax, she went limp, and he supported her steadily. The instant the hot flow was injected, she felt a kind of near-complete satisfaction.
Afterward he carried her back to the charcoal fire and wrapped the two of them in a thick blanket. Hinata leaned in his arms, her voice still a little hoarse: “Naruto-kun... can we go on like this for many more years?”
Naruto kissed the top of her head and said earnestly: "Yes. No matter how far the path of the world is, as long as you're here, I can walk it. No matter how many times the red candles in our tent go out, as long as you're still willing to let me light them, I'll light them."
She smiled, reached out and took his hand, intertwining their fingers.
The charcoal fire still burned brightly. Outside the window, snow fell silently. The faint sound of the valley's night watch drum reminded them that time was still passing, yet both felt that this moment could be very, very long.
In the days that followed, they occasionally separated due to affairs, but every reunion was like refilling lost time. Sometimes it was tender intimacy that almost brought tears, sometimes it was intense indulgence that left their backs sore the next day. Hinata's body grew fuller over the years, her breasts heavier, yet her waist still fit perfectly in his grasp. Every time Naruto entered her, he would whisper with emotion, 'Still so tight... so warm...'
She hit him, but tightened her inner walls with a smile: 'That's because... it's only for you.'
One summer night, they spent the night in the bamboo grove behind the valley. Bamboo leaves rustled, and insects chirped incessantly. Naruto pressed her onto the prepared mat, entering from the front, but his movements carried an almost reverent slowness. As he thrust, he looked into her eyes, whispering his love and gratitude for her over the years.
Tears welled in Hinata's eyes as she tightly wrapped her legs around him: "Me too... being able to stay like this forever is enough."
At climax, both reached it simultaneously, holding each other tightly, not letting go for a long time. Moonlight filtering through bamboo leaves illuminated their entwined shadows, like a painting that would never fade.
Years later, the children each had their own families. The valley became even quieter. Sometimes the two of them would stay in the inner room all day, from the first light of dawn until the moon was high in the sky, doing only one thing — confirming that the other was still there.
Once, from afternoon until dusk, Hinata was turned over and over by him, trying several different positions. Finally, she lay face down on the bed, barely able to lift a finger, yet still said softly, 'Again... one more time.'
Naruto smiled and kissed the nape of her neck: "Greedy."
“Only toward you... am I greedy.”
He entered from behind, his movements extremely slow, yet extremely deep. Each time he pulled out, he almost reached the entrance, then drove all the way in again. Hinata was rubbed until her whole body trembled, yet she proactively leaned back to meet him. When the climax came, she cried as she grabbed the bedsheets, her inner walls contracting violently and pulling him up with her.
Afterward, the two lay side by side, watching the daylight outside the window grow dim. Naruto held her hand and said softly, “There are still many years ahead.”
“Mm.”
“Many such nights.”
“Mm.”
“Many times... the mornings when you took the initiative to sit on top.”
Her face reddened, but she nodded.
Charcoal fire, red candles, bamboo groves, seaside, caves, hot springs... They had been to every place they could and tried every position imaginable. Yet, each time he entered her body again, Naruto still felt as if it were the first time.
Because she would still be shy for him, still get soaked for him, and still cry out his name when she climaxed.
And he will still get painfully hard for her, still want to make her cry, and still hold her tighter afterward.
The jianghu road is long, the lovers' bond is deep.
Red candles may extinguish, charcoal fires may cool, but as long as they remain, the springtime atmosphere within the tent will not cease.
One day, the two of them sat in the highest pavilion in the valley, watching the distant mountains like dark eyebrows. Hinata suddenly leaned on his shoulder and whispered softly, 'If there is a next life...'
Naruto interrupted her: "In the next life, it will still be you. Even if I'm foolish, I'll marry you home earlier."
She smiled, fine lines at the corners of her eyes, yet still lovely.
“Then……let's light the red candle once more tonight.”
“Good.”
It's late at night. The red candles are lit again. The two people in the tent are intertwined once more. Their movements are no longer as urgent as they were in their youth, but they are deeper, slower, and more lingering.
Each entry felt like saying: I'm still here.
Each contraction felt like an answer: I'm here too.
Outside the window, the moonlight was cold and clear, and the faint sound of the valley drum could be heard. The charcoal fire burned brightly.
Their story is still continuing.
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