Red candles burned brightly, embroidered bed curtains hung low. On the wedding day of the Valley Master of Mingfeng Valley, Naruto, and the White Feather Princess Hinata, 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 Valley Master's residence, the corridor lanterns gently swaying in the night breeze, emitting faint rustling paper sounds.
The hall was already empty, yet the lingering fragrance remained. Naruto changed out of the bright red wedding robe and wore only a moon-white inner garment, walking slowly into the inner chamber. Hinata had already been waiting inside; her pure white bridal gown was still not fully undone, only the outer xiapei had been loosened. Her black hair was cloudlike, a silver hairpin was inserted by her temple, and there was still a thin layer of rouge on her face, making her appear even more delicate in the candlelight.
Naruto walked up to her, reaching out to hold her pale hands. They were slightly cool but exceptionally soft. He gazed deeply 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 is truly late.'
Hinata's cheeks flushed slightly. She initially wanted to withdraw her hands 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 was about to bow deeply.
Naruto quickly supported her shoulders: 'Since we are already husband and wife, there's no need to be so formal.'
The two stood facing each other, and the only thing left in the air was the crackling of candlelight. Naruto slowly moved closer, his lips drawing nearer and nearer to hers. Hinata's heart pounded like a drum; nervous, she closed her eyes. The next moment, a soft touch landed on her lips.
Naruto gently took her lower lip into his mouth, softly sucking. A trace of sweet saliva was tasted by him, like a clear mountain spring. He tentatively extended his tongue. Hinata let out a soft 'mm,' feeling shy: So, a kiss between a man and a woman involves sharing breath.
He took her soft tongue into his mouth and savored it carefully, his hands wrapping around her waist, palms rubbing along her back as he loosened the knot of her sash.
“Hinata, may I undress you?”
“...Mm.” Hinata's face was already as red as blooming flowers; she lowered her head and answered softly. She thought: this body, treasured for so many years, would finally be given to the one she loved, with 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 full and round, her waist slender yet hinting at the strength left from martial arts training. Hinata instinctively raised her hands to cover her chest.
Naruto gently held her wrists, spreading them to the sides: 'Hinata, put your hands down. We are husband and wife now; there's no need to be shy anymore.'
Hearing the word 'husband and wife,' her heart warmed, and she obediently lowered her arms. Naruto gazed intently at the pair of jade-like peaks and whispered with a smile, 'I didn't expect you to be... so full here.'
He placed both hands on it and kneaded gently. Hinata let out a soft 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, softly sucking. 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 said vaguely, his voice full of satisfaction.
Hinata asked with a red face: 'Naruto-kun... do you really like Hinata's body?'
“I like it. I like it so much that… it’s hard here.” He thrust out his lower body.
Hinata covered her mouth, looking in shock at the fabric that was raised high there. Naruto smiled as he undid his clothes, revealing the thick, long, erect member between his legs, with veins faintly visible, pulsing slightly.
“It... it’s so scary...” Hinata said in a low voice.
“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 garment and underpants. Her fair body was completely exposed in the candlelight. Hinata instinctively pressed her legs together to cover her private parts, her face red as if it might drip blood.
"Spread your legs and let me take a look." 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 with deep affection: '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 actually don't exist. We just haven't had 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 strength.
Naruto parted her legs. Beneath the dense pubic hair, the delicate pink petals were tightly closed, slightly protruding. Hinata bit her lip, turning 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? Don't you think... it's ugly?"
"No. I like it very much." Naruto smiled, reaching out to stroke the inside of her thigh, moving upward little by little. When his fingertips touched the petals, Hinata trembled all over and let out a soft, delicate gasp.
He lightly stroked along the slit, feeling that soft, moist touch. Hinata frowned and bit her own finger, but she didn’t close her legs again.
“The feeling there…… is so strange…… hmm……”
“It'll be better in a moment.” Naruto gently rubbed the petals open with two fingers and slipped in one finger. The inner walls were warm and tight; he slowly moved it in and out, then added a second finger, with the heel of his palm pressing on the outside.
Hinata's breathing gradually changed tone, her body twisting slightly. Naruto leaned down to kiss her neck, collarbone, then returned to her nipple, while gently digging and rotating his fingers inside her.
“Naruto-kun…… slower…… ah……”
He pulled out his fingers, looked at the glistening wetness on the fingertips, and smiled. “It’s already wet.”
Hinata was so shy that she buried her face in the pillow. Naruto grasped his own member, pressed it against her entrance, and gently rubbed. Hinata felt the burning hardness, and her heartbeat quickened.
"I’m going in."
He slowly pushed in. Hinata let out an “ah,” her brows tightly furrowed. Naruto stopped, kissed her lips, and softly comforted her: “Relax... it’ll be over soon.”
He penetrated little by little until he was completely inside. Hinata felt herself filled to the brim, swollen and hot. Naruto began to thrust slowly, each movement carrying restraint and tenderness.
The candle flame flickered, the night breeze blew gently outside the tent. Their panting gradually intertwined. Naruto's movements shifted from slow to fast, from shallow to deep. Hinata's delicate moans changed from suppressed to fragmented waves of sound, her hands clinging to his back, nails lightly sinking 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, saying softly, “I like you too. I’ve liked you for a very long time.”
As the night deepened, the two changed positions several times. When Hinata was turned over and entered from behind, she buried her face in the pillow, only her reddened ears visible. Naruto held her waist, thrusting in again and again, making the bed creak slightly.
When the climax arrived, Hinata's entire body tightened, her inner walls contracting in waves. Naruto roared, buried deep, releasing a scalding hot flow.
Afterward, the two embraced as they lay together. Naruto wiped away the sweat and filth from her body and covered her again with the thin blanket. Hinata leaned in his arms, her voice still carrying the softness of lingering afterglow: "Naruto-kun... in the future... can we do this every day?"
Naruto smiled, kissing the top of her head: 'Of course. As long as you are willing.'
Outside the window, the moonlight was cold and clear; from the valley, the faint sound of the night watch drum could be heard. The red candle had burned more than halfway, wax tears dripping onto the bronze holder. The two spoke softly for a while longer, then 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 to look at her. Blushing, she tried to pull the quilt over her head, but he stopped her.
"Get up. There is still business in the valley today."
But the two of them did not get up right away. In the morning light, there was another round of tender lovemaking. 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: “Last night you were still shy, and today you’ve already learned?”
“Annoying... you taught me...”
For the next few days, during the day, the disciples in the Valley Master's residence only saw the Valley Master and his wife deeply in love, but at night, the bed curtains were filled with springtime passion. Naruto taught her various positions, sometimes having her straddle him, sometimes carrying her to the window, watching 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 back, 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?”
"I want... I think about it every day..."
When he entered her, he was fierce and deep, striking so hard she could hardly stay on her knees. At climax, she cried out his name, and her inner walls clenched so hard he nearly gave up immediately.
Once on a full moon night, the two were watching the moon on the roof. Naruto pressed her down on the tiles, with only half of her clothes undone. The night wind blew, and her nipples stood erect in the cold air, as he took them into his mouth, sucking and licking. Afraid of being heard, she could only bite her wrist hard, letting him thrust inside her.
Afterward, the two lay side by side on the rooftop, looking up at the star-filled sky. Chizuru said softly, "I always felt I wasn't worthy of you. Now... I feel very happy."
Naruto held her hand: 'It is I who is not worthy of you. If it weren't for you waiting all these years, I would probably still be that reckless fool who only knows how to charge ahead.'
A few more months passed, and good news came from the valley — Hinata was pregnant. Naruto was so overjoyed he nearly lifted her into the sky, yet he was also so careful that he no longer dared to be as intense as before. But Hinata secretly took the initiative at night and sat on top of him, whispering, “A little gentler... it’s okay...”
He was aroused by her proactive attitude, yet still controlled his movements, only gently teasing her. Afterward, he kissed her abdomen and whispered,
"You... still want more?"
"I want to. I want many of them. I want to watch them grow up with you."
Time flowed on. Ten years later, Mingfeng Valley had become a renowned force in the jianghu. 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 was 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. Naruto would sigh each time he entered, 'Still so tight...'
She hit him: 'Annoying... saying such things at your age.'
“The older you get, the more I like you.”
One winter night, heavy snow blocked the mountains. The two drank together by the charcoal fire, and after getting slightly tipsy, Naruto pressed her down on the carpet. The firelight illuminated their entangled bodies, with sweat and panting intertwined. After it was over, Hinata leaned against his chest and softly asked, 'If we had our wedding night again, what would you do?'
Naruto thought for a moment, then smiled: 'It's still the same. First, I'll kiss you, then undo your clothes, then have you slowly open your legs... and then make you cry.'
Hinata blushed but did not refute. She just reached out and held his hand, their fingers intertwining.
Outside the window, snow falls silently; inside, the charcoal fire burns brightly. The path of the jianghu is long, the love between the chivalrous couple is deep. 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. Still slightly drunk, Naruto pinned Hinata down on the thick carpet, but 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 softly, her fingers threading through his blond hair, her voice soft as melting snow: 'Naruto-kun... you're... especially patient today.'
"Because you’re even softer when you’ve been drinking today." he chuckled softly, his tongue circling the areola as his other hand reached between her legs; she was already wet. His knuckles slowly slipped in, curling to scrape along the inner wall. Hinata’s waist trembled lightly, and she let out tiny whimpers.
He didn’t rush to go in, but used his fingers to bring her to a small climax. When her breathing steadied a little, he then grasped his already hard and erect manhood and pressed it to the entrance before slowly sinking in. This time he deliberately slowed down, pausing with every inch so he could feel her contractions. Hinata was filled completely, her eyes reddening, yet she took the initiative to lift her legs and wrap them around his waist, whispering, “A little deeper... I want your whole thing inside.”
Naruto followed her words and thrust 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 a charcoal fire. Outside the window, snow fell silently; inside, there were only the soft sounds of flesh colliding and suppressed panting. When the climax came, Hinata buried her face in the crook of his shoulder, her inner walls clenching in waves. Naruto growled lowly, burying himself deeply inside, releasing the scalding hot flow completely.
Afterward, the two of them lay in each other's arms, with the charcoal fire crackling. Hinata’s fingers traced circles on his chest, and she suddenly asked in a low voice, “If there comes a day when we’re old, can we still be like this tonight?”
Naruto took her hand, kissing her fingertips: 'Yes. As long as you are still willing to let me touch you, even at eighty years old, I will come to you with vigor.'
He made her blush, but she smiled and nodded.
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 being away for over half a month. The first night of his return almost always became their most intense moment.
Once, he returned covered in dust, and as soon as he stepped into the inner room, Hinata actively threw herself at him. She had already changed into a light undergarment, with the belt loosely tied. The two almost tore off their clothes and 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 revealing her flushed ears, each impact making her moan into the fabric.
“Do you miss me?” he asked breathlessly.
"I want... I think about it every night..." Her voice trembled. "I want you... to go all the way inside..."
Her words excited him so much that blood rushed through his body; he gripped her waist and thrust fiercely. At climax, Hinata cried and called his name, her inner walls contracting violently, almost forcing him to lose control immediately. But he held on, thrusting upward another dozen times before releasing deeply.
Afterward he carried her to the hot spring to wash clean. In the hot water, the two entangled again. Hinata straddled him, slowly sat down on her own, both hands braced on his chest, her waist rising and falling. Hot water splashed with the motion, soaking her long hair. Naruto looked up at her, both hands supporting her full buttocks, matching her by thrusting upward. Under the candlelight, her breasts trembled slightly with each movement, and water droplets slid down the curves.
“You’ve changed.” he suddenly said in a low voice.
“Change what?”
"Before, I was always shy. Now... I take the initiative to sit on top and ask for it."
Hinata blushed but did not stop her actions: '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, the other quiet like the mother. The valley was filled with laughter during the day, and the bedchamber remained full of springtime warmth at night.
One summer, Naruto took Hinata to the deep mountains behind the valley to escape the heat. The two spent the night in a cave, laying down thick animal skins. Outside the cave, insects chirped incessantly; inside, only the sound of their panting could be heard. Naruto pressed her down on the animal skins, entering her from the front, yet 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.
Hinata's eyes were blurred with tears, her legs tightly wrapped around him: 'Me too... marrying you is the luckiest thing in my life.'
At the moment of climax, both reached it simultaneously, holding each other tightly, not letting go for a long time.
Later they went to the seaside again. Amid the sound of the night tide, Naruto pinned her against the rocks. The sea breeze had their clothes half-undone, and when he entered her, his movements carried a trace of urgency. Afraid the waves would drown out her cries, Hinata could only bite down hard on his shoulder. Afterward, the two lay on the beach looking up at the star-filled sky, and she suddenly smiled. “If I hadn’t gathered the courage to confess back then... what would it be like now?”
Naruto turned his head to kiss her: 'Then I'd probably continue being a fool, not daring to touch you even until old age and death.'
He made her chuckle lightly, and she actively turned over to straddle him again. This time, she took full control, moving up and down on her own, her hands propped on his chest, her long hair cascading down like a black waterfall in the moonlight. Naruto let her move, only supporting her buttocks 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 peaceful. But the martial world is never quiet. Once, when Naruto returned from outside, he was injured. Hinata was so heartbroken she stayed by his side all night, but after his injuries improved slightly, he pinned her to the bed instead.
“The injury hasn’t healed yet……” she gently advised.
"Perfect. We can only have you on top." He smiled and 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. But the more careful she was, the more lingering it seemed. Naruto watched her focused expression, his heart softening and warming. He held her waist with both hands, gently thrusting in sync.
"You like this... is even more deadly than usual." he said in a low voice.
Hinata blushed: 'Then... endure a little longer.'
That night they made love extremely slowly, yet extremely deeply. Each entry felt like confirming the other was still there. Afterwards, Hinata lay on his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat, and whispered, 'When you go out from now on... you must be careful.'
“Mm. To be able to come back and be like this with you, I have to be careful.”
A few more years passed, and the children were already able to stand on their own. Affairs in the valley were gradually handed over to the disciples, and the two of them gained more time that belonged to them alone.
One autumn, they revisited the old Konoha site 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 light kisses, to undressing, to him parting her legs, to slowly entering.
Everything seems familiar yet completely different. The former shyness has turned into understanding, and the former nervousness has transformed into deep trust. When Naruto entered, Hinata actively raised her waist to accommodate him, her voice soft as if begging: 'This time... maybe a little deeper.'
He followed the instruction and thrust hard, making her let out one sweet moan after another. Afterward the two of them slept embracing each other, and outside the window was still that same moon from years ago.
Winter passed and spring came; another year went by. One night by the charcoal fire, the two drank newly brewed millet wine. After becoming slightly tipsy, Naruto suddenly carried her to the window, made her support herself on the window frame with both hands, and entered her from behind. Outside the window, snow began to fall again, while inside it was hot as if it would melt.
His movements grew heavier each time, crashing into her until she could barely stand. Hinata bit her lip, yet still let out one soft, broken moan after another. At climax, her whole body went limp, and he held her steady. The instant the hot fluid poured in, she felt a kind of almost complete satisfaction.
Afterward he carried her back to the charcoal fire and wrapped the two of them in a thick blanket. Hinata leaned against his chest, her voice still a little hoarse: “Naruto-kun... can we still go on like this for many years?”
Naruto kissed the top of her head, saying earnestly: 'Yes. No matter how far the journey in the martial world, as long as you are here, I can keep going. Even if the red candles in the tent go out, as long as you are willing to let me light them again, I will 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 night watch drum from the valley came, as if reminding them that time was still passing, yet the two of them felt this moment could be very, very long.
In the days that followed, they occasionally separated due to affairs, but every reunion felt like filling lost time. Sometimes it was tender intimacy that almost brought tears, sometimes it was intense indulgence that left them 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, 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 forest behind the valley. Bamboo leaves rustled, and insects chirped. Naruto pressed her down on the prepared mat, entering from the front, but his movements were almost reverently slow. As he thrust, he looked into her eyes and whispered about his love and gratitude for her over the years.
Hinata's eyes were blurred with tears, her legs tightly wrapped around him: 'Me too... if we can always be like this, it's enough.'
At the moment of climax, both reached it simultaneously, holding each other tightly, not letting go for a long time. Moonlight filtering through the bamboo leaves illuminated their entwined shadows, like a painting that would never fade.
A few more years passed, and the children each started their own families. The valley became even quieter. Sometimes the two of them would stay in the inner room all day, from the morning light until the moon was high overhead, doing only one thing — confirming that the other was still there.
Once, they went from afternoon until dusk, with Hinata being turned over and over by him, trying several positions. Finally, she lay face down on the bed, almost unable to lift a finger, yet still said softly, 'Again... one more time.'
Naruto smiled, kissing the back of her neck: 'Greedy.'
“Only for 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 before sliding back in whole. Hinata was rubbed until her whole body trembled, but she actively arched back to meet him. When the climax came, she cried as she gripped the bedsheets, her inner walls contracting violently and taking him up with her.
Afterward, the two of them lay side by side, watching the daylight outside the window gradually darken. Naruto took her hand and said softly, “There are still many years ahead.”
“Mm.”
“Many nights like this.”
“Mm.”
“Many times... the mornings when you took the initiative to sit on it.”
Her face flushed, but she nodded.
Charcoal fire, red candles, bamboo forest, seaside, cave, hot spring... They had been to all the places they could go, tried all the positions they could try. But every time he entered her body again, Naruto still felt like it was the first time.
Because she would still blush for him, still get soaking wet for him, and still cry out his name when climaxing.
And he would still get painfully hard for her, still want to make her cry from the intensity, and still hold her tighter afterward.
The jianghu road is long, the chivalrous couple's love endures.
Red candles may extinguish, charcoal fires may cool, but as long as they remain, the springtime warmth within the tent will never 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. No matter how foolish I am, I will marry you earlier.'
She smiled, fine lines at the corners of her eyes, yet still beautiful.
“Then…… let's light the red candles again tonight.”
“Good.”
The night is deep. The red candle is lit again. The two in the bed entwine once more. Their movements are no longer as urgent as in their youth, but deeper, slower, 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; from the valley, the faint sound of the night watch drum could be heard. The charcoal fire was blazing.
Their story is still continuing.
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