The lively wedding lasted the entire day. After the banquet ended and Konoha's comrades and villagers returned home, only Naruto's house remained with red lanterns hung high. In the new room, candlelight flickered, and the air still carried a faint scent of wine and flowers.
Naruto stood before Hinata, holding her pale hands in his, gazing deeply into her eyes. Hinata couldn't help but feel shy, lowering her head and eyes, her cheeks flushed crimson. She instinctively wanted to withdraw her hands, but remembering she was now his wife, she let him hold them, softly humming: "Naruto-kun..."
“Hinata, after so much time and so many things, I’ve only now made you my wife. I truly feel bad about it.” Naruto scratched the back of his head and smiled awkwardly.
"Naruto-kun, not at all. I've always been taken care of by you, so I've really caused you trouble." Hinata bowed deeply.
“Hinata, don’t be so formal. We’re already husband and wife.” Naruto quickly helped her up.
The two looked at each other. Naruto moved his body forward, his lips getting closer and closer to Hinata's. Her face flushed red with nervousness, her heartbeat quickened, and just as he was about to touch her, she closed her eyes.
A soft sensation came. Naruto took her lower lip into his mouth, gently sucking, tasting a hint of sweet saliva. He tentatively extended his tongue. Hinata unexpectedly felt that warm intrusion, feeling shy in her heart but not pulling away. She learned to respond, their tongues slowly entwining.
Naruto's arms encircled her waist, his palms caressing her back, then deftly undid the sash of her kimono.
“Hinata, may I undress you?” he released her lips and asked in a low voice.
"Mm……" Hinata was already so bashful that she was like a blooming flower, lowering her head and waiting. She thought to herself that the body she had treasured for so many years was finally going to be given completely to this person. The intertwining of nervousness and happiness made her almost unable to stand steadily.
The pure white kimono slipped from her shoulders. Her fair, smooth shoulder line was exposed, and the twin peaks on her chest were freed. Usually conservatively dressed, Hinata wasn't particularly eye-catching, but now she revealed a voluptuous silhouette. Her slender waist had not an ounce of excess fat, faintly showing the gentle lines left by long-term training.
"Naruto-kun..." Hinata shyly covered her chest with her hands.
“Hinata, put your hands down. Don’t be shy. We’re not teammates now; you’re already my wife.” Naruto gently grasped her wrists and spread her arms to both sides.
At the word "wife," Hinata felt a warm current rise in her heart. She obediently lowered her arm, letting his gaze fall on her body.
Naruto's hand covered that soft pair, his palm feeling their astonishing elasticity and warmth. He lowered his head and took one nipple into his mouth, sucking firmly. Hinata's body trembled, letting out a faint, startled gasp. The sensation of being enveloped by a mouth, teased by a tongue, was completely beyond her imagination. A place she rarely even touched herself was now being licked and cherished by him like a precious treasure.
"Wow, so soft..." Naruto raised his head, his eyes shining brightly.
"Naruto-kun, do you really like Hinata's... body?" she asked, blushing.
"Mm, I like it very much. It’s even hard here." He thrust out his lower body.
Hinata followed his gaze and couldn't help covering her mouth. There, the fabric was clearly stretched into an outline, hard and burning. Naruto quickly removed his clothes, his thick, long member fully exposed to the air, veins faintly pulsing.
"It... looks so energetic..." Hinata’s voice was weak.
“Don’t be afraid. You’ll get used to it later.” Naruto soothed her while unfastening the rest of her clothes. Her fair body was fully revealed before his eyes. Hinata subconsciously brought her legs together, but he gently pulled her hands apart.
“Come, open your legs. Let me take a look.”
Hinata closed her eyes for a moment, finally relaxing her strength. With her legs parted, her private parts were fully exposed. Beneath the thick black hair, two pink lips were tightly closed. Naruto's breathing noticeably grew heavier.
"Naruto-kun, don't stare like that... it's so embarrassing..."
"There's nothing to be shy about. Hinata, you're beautiful. This is beautiful too." He extended a finger, gently sliding it along the slit. The electrifying sensation made Hinata's whole body shudder. His finger picked up the gradually seeping wetness, circling and pressing on that sensitive soft flesh.
"The feeling there... is so strange... mm..." She bit her lower lip, wanting to press her legs together, yet reluctant to give up that strange sensation.
Naruto's fingers slowly probed inside. First one, then a second. The tight inner walls immediately enveloped them, warm and slick. He bent his knuckles, meticulously exploring every inch of soft flesh. The squelching sounds were amplified in the quiet room. Hinata's breathing grew increasingly ragged, her waist unconsciously twisting slightly.
"Naruto... it seems like something is about to... come out... ah..." Her voice turned tearful, and her hands tightly gripped the bedsheet beneath her.
Naruto quickened the movement of his fingers. When the intense stimulation built to its peak, Hinata suddenly arched her back, letting out a short, sharp cry. A rush of warmth flowed out, her inner walls spasming violently. She collapsed limply onto the tatami, her chest heaving heavily, her eyes misted over.
「Dear, you just went there.」 Naruto bent down and kissed her on the forehead.
"Gone...?" Hinata repeated blankly, her body still trembling faintly.
“It’s when I feel especially comfortable.” He smiled in explanation, then straightened up and pressed himself against her entrance. “Now, let us truly become one.”
The massive tip pushed apart the soft slit, slowly and firmly advancing inward. Even with ample lubrication, the feeling of being completely stretched open still made Hinata gasp sharply. She gripped his arms, her brow tightly furrowed. Naruto leaned down, soothing her with kisses, but his hips didn't stop, inching deeper until he was fully buried in her deepest part.
The two were tightly pressed against each other.
"So swollen... Naruto-kun..." Hinata’s voice was faint.
“I’m here.” He whispered in her ear, beginning slow, steady thrusts. Each time he pulled out brought a sticky wet sound, and when he plunged all the way back in, his pouch lightly tapped against her butt. At first there was some awkward pain, but it was soon replaced by a deeper sense of fullness. Hinata’s inner walls instinctively clenched, tightening pleasingly around the hard heat invading her.
Naruto's movements gradually quickened. He held her knees, spreading her legs wider to penetrate deeper. His thick, long member repeatedly ground against the most sensitive spot inside her walls, bringing waves of continuous pleasure. Hinata's moans, initially restrained, gradually turned into soft, nasal hums, then into unrestrained, wanton cries.
"Ah... there... so deep... Naruto-kun..."
He changed positions, making her straddle him. Gravity made the penetration even deeper. Hinata braced both hands on his chest and tried moving herself up and down. Her full breasts swayed with the motion, and her nipples stiffened slightly in the air. Naruto tilted his head back and took one side into his mouth, sucking hard, while his lower body cooperated by thrusting upward.
Only the sticky sounds of bodies colliding and the interwoven panting of the two remained in the room. The decorations on the wall shook slightly from the vibrations, and the candlelight flickered with an ambiguous glow.
When the pleasure accumulated to a critical point, Naruto suddenly laid her down and made a final sprint in the missionary position. The deep and heavy impacts made Hinata's vision go white. Her legs tightly wrapped around his waist, toes curled, and she reached climax again with a high-pitched scream. Her inner walls contracted wildly, like countless small mouths sucking simultaneously. Naruto let out a low roar, thrusting deeply to the innermost part, releasing streams of hot semen into her uterus.
Thick liquid filled the narrow cavity. Hinata could clearly feel the trajectory of that hot flow spreading inside her. She closed her eyes, enduring this most direct mark between husband and wife.
Ejaculation lasted a long time. When Naruto finally slowly withdrew, the mixed fluid trickled down from the base of her thigh, leaving dark stains on the tatami.
"Husband... it's so full inside..." Hinata gently pressed her lower abdomen with her hand, her voice still hoarse after sex.
"That is our proof." Naruto lay on his side and pulled her into his arms, his palm covering the back of her hand. "From now on, I can give it to you every day."
Hinata, shy, buried her face in his chest but couldn't help curling the corners of her mouth.
This night was far from over.
After a short rest, Naruto's hands began roaming her body again. From her back to the dimples of her lower back, from the inner thighs to the still-sensitive private parts. Hinata was initially somewhat weary, but soon new desires were stirred within her. She actively turned over and straddled him, taking the hardened member into her body herself. This time, there was none of the initial awkwardness, only the familiarity, compatibility, and greed that came after.
They changed positions countless times. In the rear-entry position, Naruto gripped her waist and watched his sex go in and out of her body, bringing out white froth; lying on their sides, he wrapped himself around her from behind, his palm covering her breast, each thrust deep and slow; standing up, he pinned her against the wall, lifting her feet off the ground so she relied entirely on that hard, hot connection binding them.
Hinata, from her initial passive acceptance, gradually became active and wanton. She would actively twist her hips when he thrust to the deepest point, bite his shoulder before climaxing, and forcefully tighten around him when he ejaculated, as if trying to keep everything inside. Sweat glued their bodies together, hair disheveled, breaths mingling.
By the middle of the night, both of them were already exhausted. Naruto was holding her from behind, his penis still half-soft buried in her body, and neither of them had the strength to pull out. Hinata's fingers were interlaced with his, and her voice was as faint as a dream murmur:
"Naruto-kun... I am truly your wife now."
"Mm. From body to heart, both." He kissed the nape of her neck, his arms tightening even more.
The night breeze outside the window blew gently, red lanterns swaying under the eaves. Konoha Village had already sunk into slumber, yet in this new room, their wedding night had just written its most vivid and intense stroke.
As the morning light seeped in, the two remained entangled. Traces of mixed semen and vaginal fluids were scattered across the sheets and thighs, and the air was filled with the distinct, musky scent of post-coital intimacy. When Hinata woke, she found herself tightly held in his arms, her lower body still aching and satisfied from overuse.
She stirred slightly, and the thing inside her showed signs of hardening again. Naruto groggily opened his eyes, saw his wife in his arms, and immediately broke into a silly smile.
"Morning, wife."
"M-morning... Naruto-kun." Hinata blushed, but did not avoid his gradually obvious hardness. "Want... more?"
“Of course.” He turned over and pinned her beneath him, lowering his head to kiss her lips. “The first day of our marriage has only just begun.”
Thus, in the morning light, they once again sank into that sea of desire belonging only to each other. This time it was even more tacit, even deeper, and even less concealed. The sun over Muye rose high, but the door of the new house remained tightly shut. Only at noon did a maid carefully bring food and hot water.
And inside the door, the newlywed couple were still using their bodies to write the first chapter of their long married life.
The morning light was already bright. Shadows on the paper door were elongated by the sunlight, and the air still held the thick, lingering scent from the previous night's intensity. Traces of mixed semen and vaginal fluids had dried into mottled patches on the sheets, and the air was filled with the uniquely sweet, musky scent of desire.
When Hinata woke up, her body was so sore she could barely move. Her lower body retained a feeling of fullness from overuse, her inner thighs sticky and sensitive. She shifted slightly, and the semi-soft thing inside her immediately reacted, swelling again, filling the gap she couldn't close.
Naruto groggily opened his eyes, saw his wife in his arms, and a foolish smile immediately spread across his face.
"Morning, wife."
"M-morning... Naruto-kun." Hinata's voice was still a little hoarse, but her cheeks were uncontrollably red. "Want... more?"
“Of course.” He turned over and pinned her beneath him, lowering his head to cover her lips with his. “The first day of our marriage has only just begun.”
This kiss was more lingering than any from last night. Gone was the initial clumsiness and tension, only the greed that comes with familiarity. Tongues intertwined, saliva exchanged, breaths quickly grew scorching. Naruto's palms slid from her waist to her chest, kneading those already somewhat swollen breasts with just the right pressure. Her nipples quickly stiffened between his fingers; each time they were grazed, Hinata's waist gave a slight tremble.
He did not rush to enter. The thing he had ejaculated into her last night still remained inside her body, mixed with her own love juice, making the place slick beyond measure. He used his fingers to probe in, stirring twice and bringing out more sticky white turbidity. Chu Tian blushed and buried her face in the crook of his shoulder, yet she could not control the instinctive contraction of her inner walls.
“You can still suck so well...” Naruto chuckled softly, withdrew his finger, and replaced it with his own completely hard sex, pressing it at the entrance and slowly pushing in.
This time there was almost no resistance. Her body, thoroughly opened from the previous night, obediently accepted him, layers of soft flesh immediately wrapping around him as if countless small mouths were sucking simultaneously. Naruto let out a long sigh of relief and, after fully entering, began a rhythmic thrusting.
In the morning light, their movements lacked the frenzy of the previous night but carried a certain deliberate depth. Each thrust reached the deepest part, the glans precisely grinding against her most sensitive spot. Hinata's moans, initially suppressed, gradually grew unrestrained. Her legs actively wrapped around his waist, her heels knocking against his back, silently urging him to go faster and deeper.
"Ah... there... a little harder... Naruto-kun..."
“Call me hubby.” He bit her earlobe, his lower body thrusting even harder.
"Hu... husband... so deep... it's going to pierce right through me..."
The sound of flesh colliding was particularly clear in the quiet morning light. The bed emitted faint creaks under the strain, and the paper door vibrated slightly. Hinata's breasts swayed violently with the impacts, her nipples brushing against his chest again and again, providing extra stimulation. Her love juices were churned into white froth, squeezed out of her body with each thrust, forming thin, elongated strands at their joining.
The climax came faster than last night. Hinata suddenly tensed her body, her inner walls spasming and tightening, a stream of hot fluid washing over the head of his cock. She bit into his shoulder, muffling all her cries in her throat. Naruto, squeezed until his scalp tingled, forced himself not to release immediately. Instead, he continued to grind deeply, riding out the lingering waves of her climax.
"Again..." he chuckled softly, "my wife's body is so honest."
Hinata couldn't speak, only breathing weakly. The hard heat inside her didn't stop, continuing its slow, powerful thrusts. Her sensitive inner walls were scraped repeatedly, pleasure accumulating in another, more prolonged way. She felt as if she were floating in a warm sea, each rise and fall making her sink deeper.
When he finally came, Hinata was pushed into another small climax. The hot semen filled her already overflowing womb, slightly swelling her lower abdomen. She could clearly feel the warmth spreading inside her, carrying the intense scent of this man.
After finishing, he didn't withdraw immediately. Instead, he lay down on his side in the inserted position, holding her from behind. His member was still buried inside her, occasionally pulsing and squeezing out a bit more mixed fluid. Hinata's fingers intertwined with his, her back pressed tightly against his chest, listening as their heartbeats gradually synchronized.
"Hungry?" He placed a series of gentle kisses on the back of her neck.
“A little...” she answered honestly, “but... my lower body feels so sore.”
"Then I’ll go get something. Just lie still."
He carefully withdrew. A large amount of milky white fluid immediately trickled down from the root of her thighs, adding another dark stain to the bedsheet. Hinata, embarrassed, pressed her legs together, but she couldn't stop the continuous flowing out. Naruto walked barefoot into the outer room and quickly brought back warm water and some simple food. He fed her water, fed her a few bites of snacks, and then carefully wiped her body with a warm damp cloth.
The movement was very light, yet inevitably touched the sensitive area again. When the fabric brushed against the swollen labia, Hinata drew a soft breath. Naruto's motion paused for a moment, then he put down the cloth and switched to his own fingers.
“It’s swollen here.” He said in a low voice, his fingertip turning extremely gently, “Does it hurt?”
“A little... swollen.” she honestly replied, “but... when you touch me, it also feels a little good.”
That sentence was like a spark, instantly igniting the desire that had just subsided. Naruto's eyes darkened. He leaned down, directly replacing his fingers with his lips. His warm tongue licked over the swollen slit, sweeping away the remaining semen and love fluid together. Hinata's waist suddenly arched up, her hands gripping the bedsheet beneath her.
“No way... just finished... too sensitive... ah...”
He didn't stop. His tongue carefully cleaned every inch of the folds, occasionally sucking forcefully on the swollen little nub. Hinata was so stimulated she was babbling incoherently, her legs unconsciously clamping around his head, only for him to force them apart with his hands. When his tongue probed the opening that still wouldn't close, she finally cried out into a small orgasm, clear liquid splashing all over his face.
Naruto lifted his head, a trace of her essence still at the corner of his mouth, his smile both triumphant and gentle.
"Dessert after breakfast."
Hinata felt both shy and annoyed, but he pulled her up and changed their position. He had her kneel on the bed, and he entered from behind. This angle allowed him to penetrate extremely deeply, each thrust hitting the soft flesh at her innermost core. Hinata buried her face in the pillow, but she couldn't muffle the increasingly loud, wanton moans. Naruto gripped her waist, watching his member move in and out of her, bringing out more white froth. The finger marks from last night were still imprinted on her buttocks, now being covered by new impacts.
They did it until the sun was high in the sky.
When the maid came to deliver water for the third time, she was finally allowed to enter. With her head lowered, she cleaned up the messy sheets and replaced them with clean bedding, but her eyes kept drifting toward the two people still naked and embracing. Hinata buried her whole face in Naruto’s chest from embarrassment, while Naruto thanked her generously and said with a smile, “Please prepare some more food as well.”
After the maid left, the two of them rolled together again.
This time, they did it very slowly. Naruto had Hinata sit on top of him while he leaned against the headboard, hands on her waist, watching her move up and down on her own. Sunlight leaked through the gaps in the paper door, illuminating her sweat-dampened back and swaying breasts. The nipple rings didn't exist, but those soft mounds rose and fell invigoratingly with the motion, their tips hardening slightly in the air. Hinata was a bit shy at first, but gradually became more uninhibited. She braced her hands on his chest, adjusting the angle herself so that each time, that thing precisely ground against the most pleasurable spot.
"Like it this way?" she asked breathlessly, her eyes full of watery glimmer.
"Like it." He reached out and pinched her nipple, gently tugging it, "I like watching you do it yourself even more."
Hinata bit her lip and quickened her pace. The sound of flesh colliding rang out again, mixed with sticky, wet noises. Her inner walls began to rhythmically contract, clearly nearing climax again. Naruto matched her by thrusting upward, each stroke deep and heavy. Finally, she suddenly sank down to the base, her body convulsing violently, her inner walls squeezing him so tightly he almost lost control. He gritted his teeth and held back, waiting for her aftershocks to subside before flipping her onto her back and beginning his final sprint.
When the semen poured into her body for the third and fourth time, Hinata could no longer even make a sound. She just opened her mouth, her eyes slightly rolled back, her legs weakly resting on his waist, enduring each scalding infusion.
When it was completely over, both of them seemed drained of strength. Naruto held her from behind, his sex organ still buried inside, neither bothering to move. Semen continuously overflowed from the point of union, staining the new bedsheet beneath them again. Hinata's fingers lazily traced the muscles of his arm, her voice as fine as a cat's.
"Naruto-kun... have we done this too much?"
"It’s our honeymoon." He kissed her shoulder matter-of-factly, "and besides, you’re obviously very comfortable too."
“...Mm.” She admitted it, though the area around her ears was flushed red, “But the place below is really sore... walking is becoming a problem.”
"Then I’ll carry you." he said with a grin, "Anyway, we don’t need to go anywhere today."
In fact, they really didn’t go anywhere.
For the entire day, the door to the new room only opened for the maids delivering food and changing the bedsheets. The rest of the time, the two of them were on that bed, on the tatami mats, and even leaning against the wall, repeatedly reigniting their desire. Hinata's body gradually transformed from its initial awkwardness and pain to one that savored the pleasure. She would actively twist her waist when being entered, tightly embrace him before climax, and forcefully contract when he ejaculated, as if trying to squeeze out everything.
By evening, her private parts were already swollen and red, and even the slightest touch would make them tremble sensitively. Naruto finally restrained his playful impulses and only gently comforted her with his lips and fingers, no longer truly entering her. He let her lie in his arms, his palm covering her slightly bulging lower abdomen — inside was still the large amount of semen he had ejaculated throughout the day.
"Will I get pregnant?" he suddenly asked.
Hinata's face instantly flushed. "It's... it's only been a day... how could it be that easy..."
“Then let’s do it a few more days.” He said seriously, “Until you get pregnant.”
"Annoying..." she punched him, but he caught her wrist and brought it to his lips to kiss it.
When night fell again, the two finally became completely quiet. The candlelight was lit once more, but there was no longer the urgency of the previous night. Naruto held his already exhausted wife from behind, his sex organ merely resting softly against the cleft of her buttocks, with no further movement. Hinata's breathing gradually steadied, clearly having fallen asleep.
He looked at her quiet profile, and a softness beyond words rose in his heart.
From opponents in the dark to teammates fighting side by side, and now to husband and wife who can face each other openly—they had walked an incredibly long road. And the end of it all was this moment: she was asleep in his arms, still carrying his traces inside her body, her heartbeat in sync with his.
Naruto lowered his head and placed an extremely light kiss on her sweaty forehead.
"Good night, my wife."
Outside the window, the night breeze of Konoha whispers past. Red lanterns sway under the eaves, casting warm yellow light into the bridal chamber. Inside, the newlywed couple holds each other tightly, sinking into the first and deepest slumber of married life within each other's warmth and scent.
After that night, countless similar nights awaited them.
Some will be as intense as last night, some as gentle as this moment. But no matter which, they belong only to Naruto Uzumaki and Hinata Hyuga.
Belonging to the long and passionate rest of their lives, jointly written with their bodies and souls.
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