The wedding festivities lasted the entire day. After the banquet ended and Konoha's companions 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 a bit shy, lowering her head and eyes, her cheeks flushed crimson. Instinctively, she 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 only now get to make you my wife. I really feel sorry about that." Naruto scratched the back of his head and smiled sheepishly.
"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 polite. We're already husband and wife." Naruto hurriedly 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 redder and redder from nervousness, her heartbeat speeding up, 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 bit of sweet saliva. He tentatively extended his tongue. Hinata unexpectedly felt the warm intrusion, feeling shy in her heart but not pulling away. She learned to respond, and their tongues slowly entangled.
Naruto's arms encircled her waist, his palms caressing her back, and he untied 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 shy 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 fully given to this person. Nervousness and happiness intertwined, leaving her almost unable to stand steady.
The pure white kimono slipped from her shoulders. Her fair, smooth shoulder line was exposed, and the twin peaks on her chest were set free. Hinata, usually conservatively dressed and inconspicuous, now revealed a voluptuous silhouette. Her slender waist had not an ounce of excess fat, with the soft lines left by long-term training faintly visible.
"Naruto-kun..." Hinata shyly covered her chest with her hand.
"Hinata, put your hands down. Don't be shy. We're not teammates now; you're already my wife." Naruto gently took hold of her wrists and separated her arms to both sides.
Hearing the word “wife,” Hinata felt a warm current surge in her heart. She obediently lowered her arms and let his gaze fall upon her.
Naruto's hand covered the soft pair, his palm feeling their astonishing elasticity and warmth. He lowered his head to take one nipple into his mouth, sucking firmly. Hinata's body trembled, letting out a faint, startled gasp. The sensation of being enveloped by his mouth, teased by his tongue, was completely beyond her imagination. A place she rarely even touched herself was now being licked by him as if it were a precious treasure.
"Wow, so soft..." Naruto raised his head, his eyes sparkling.
"Naruto-kun, do you really like Hinata’s... body?" she asked, blushing.
"Mm, I like it very much. My place is hard already." He thrust his lower body.
Hinata followed his gaze and couldn't help but cover her mouth. There, the fabric was stretched into a clear 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 comforted her as he undid the rest of her clothes. Her fair body was fully revealed before his eyes. Hinata unconsciously pressed her legs together, but he gently pulled her hands apart.
"Come, open your legs. Let me take a look."
Hinata closed her eyes, finally relaxing her strength. After her legs parted, her private area was completely exposed. Under 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 unwilling to let go of that strange sensation.
Naruto's fingers slowly explored inside. First one, then a second. The tight inner walls immediately enveloped them, warm and slippery. He bent his knuckles, meticulously exploring every inch of soft flesh. The wet, squelching sounds were amplified in the quiet room. Hinata's breathing grew increasingly erratic, her waist involuntarily twisting slightly.
"Naruto... it seems like something is about to... come out... ah..." Her voice took on a sobbing tone, both hands gripping 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, and her inner walls convulsed violently. She collapsed softly onto the tatami, her chest heaving heavily, her eyes misty with tears.
"Darling, you just went." Naruto bent down and kissed her forehead.
"Gone...?" Hinata repeated blankly, her body still trembling slightly.
“It's when it feels especially comfortable,” he explained with a smile, then thrust 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 and filled 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, gradually penetrating deeper until fully buried in her deepest part.
The two were pressed tightly together.
"So swollen... Brother Naruto..." Hinata’s voice was faint.
“I’m here.” He whispered into her ear and began to thrust in slowly. Each time he pulled out, a sticky wet sound came with it, and when he pushed all the way back in, his sac lightly slapped against her buttocks. At first there was still some unfamiliar pain, but it was quickly replaced by a deeper sense of fullness. Hinata’s inner walls instinctively contracted, tightening around the invading hardness in a pleasing embrace.
Naruto's movements gradually quickened. He held her knees, spreading her legs wider to penetrate deeper. His thick, long member repeatedly pressed against the most sensitive spot inside her, bringing waves of continuous pleasure. Hinata's moans, initially restrained, gradually turned into soft, nasal hums, then into uncontrollable cries of passion.
"Ah... there... so deep... Naruto-kun..."
He changed position, letting her straddle him. Gravity made the penetration go deeper. Hinata placed both hands on his chest and tried stroking up and down herself. Her full breasts swayed with the movement, the nipples slightly hardening 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 flesh colliding and the intertwined panting of the two remained in the room. The decorations on the wall shook slightly from the vibrations, and the candlelight flickered with ambiguous shadows.
When the pleasure accumulated to a critical point, Naruto suddenly laid her down, adopting the missionary position for the final sprint. The deep, heavy thrusts made Hinata's vision go white. Her legs tightly wrapped around his waist, her toes curled, and she climaxed 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 into the innermost part, releasing hot semen in gushes into her womb.
Thick liquid filled the narrow passage. Hinata could clearly feel the trail of heat spreading inside her. She closed her eyes, bearing this most direct mark belonging to a married couple.
Ejaculation lasted a long time. When Naruto finally slowly withdrew, the mixed fluids trickled down the inside of her thighs, leaving dark stains on the tatami.
"Husband... I'm so full inside..." Hinata gently pressed her lower abdomen with her hand, her voice still hoarse from afterward.
“That is our proof.” Naruto lay down 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 was so shy that she buried her face in his chest, but couldn't help but curl 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 small of her waist, from her inner thighs to her still-sensitive private parts. Hinata was initially somewhat tired, but soon new desires were stirred. She actively turned over and straddled him, taking the once-again hardened member into her body herself. This time there was none of the initial awkwardness, only the familiarity-born fit and greed.
They changed positions countless times. When entering from behind, Naruto grabbed her waist and watched his sex go in and out of her body, drawing out white foam; when lying on their sides, he held her from behind, his palm covering her breasts, each thrust deep and slow; when standing, he pressed her against the wall, lifting her feet off the ground, relying entirely on that hard, hot connection linking them.
Hinata, from her initial passive acceptance, gradually became active and wanton. She would actively twist her hips when he thrust deepest, bite his shoulder before climaxing, and tightly clench when he ejaculated, as if trying to keep everything inside. Sweat glued their bodies together, hair disheveled, breaths mingling.
By the latter half of the night, both of them were utterly exhausted. Naruto held her from behind, his sex organ still half-soft and buried inside her body, and neither of them had the strength to withdraw. Hinata's fingers interlocked with his, her voice as thin as a dream murmur:
"Naruto-kun... I really am your wife now."
"Mm. From body to heart, all of it." He kissed the back of her neck, his arm tightening even more.
The night breeze outside the window gently blows, red lanterns sway under the eaves. Konoha Village has sunk into dreams, and in this bridal chamber, their wedding night has 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 their thighs, the air filled with the uniquely sweet, musky scent that follows intimacy. When Hinata woke up, she found herself tightly embraced, with a lingering soreness and satisfaction from being overused in her lower body.
She shifted slightly, and the thing inside her showed signs of hardening again. Naruto groggily opened his eyes, seeing his wife in his arms, and immediately broke into a silly smile.
"Morning, honey."
"G-good morning... Naruto-kun." Hinata blushed, but did not avoid his increasingly obvious hardness. "Do you want... more?"
“Of course.” He rolled over and pressed her beneath him, lowering his head to kiss her lips. “On the first day of our marriage, it has only just begun.”
So, in the morning light, they once again sank into that ocean of desire belonging only to each other. This time it was even more in tune, even deeper, and even less concealed. The sun over Konoha rose high, but the door to the new room remained tightly shut. Only by noon did a maid carefully bring food and hot water.
And inside the door, the newlywed couple continued using their bodies to write the first chapter of their long marital life.
The morning light was already bright. Shadows on the paper door were elongated by the sunlight, and the air still held the thick 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 half-soft thing inside her immediately reacted, swelling again, filling the gap she couldn't close.
Naruto groggily opened his eyes, seeing his wife in his arms, and a silly smile immediately spread across his face.
"Morning, honey."
"G-good morning... Naruto-kun." Hinata's voice was still a little hoarse, but her cheeks flushed uncontrollably. "Do you want... more?"
“Of course.” He rolled over and pressed her beneath him, lowering his head to seal her lips. “On the first day of our marriage, it has only just begun.”
This kiss was more lingering than any from last night. Gone was the initial awkwardness and tension, leaving only the greed born of familiarity. Tongues intertwined, saliva exchanged, breaths quickly grew scorching. Naruto's palm 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 didn’t rush to go in. The thing shot inside her last night was still left in her body, mixed with her own arousal fluid, making the place slick and slippery. He reached in with his fingers, stirred twice, and brought out more thick, milky white fluid. Hinata buried her face in the crook of his shoulder in embarrassment, yet she couldn’t control the instinctive tightening of her inner walls.
“You can still suck so well...” Naruto chuckled softly, withdrawing his fingers and replacing them with his own fully hard sex, pressing it against the entrance and slowly pushing in.
This time there was almost no resistance. Her body, thoroughly opened from the night before, accepted him obediently; layers of soft flesh immediately wrapped around him, as if countless little mouths were sucking simultaneously. Naruto let out a long sigh of relief and began rhythmic thrusts after burying himself fully.
The movements in the morning light lacked the frenzy of the previous night but carried a certain deliberate depth. Each thrust reached the deepest point, the head of his penis precisely grinding against her most sensitive spot. Hinata's moans, initially suppressed, gradually grew unrestrained. She actively wrapped her legs 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 husband.” He bit her earlobe, thrusting harder below.
"H-husband... so deep... I'm going to be penetrated through..."
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 trembled slightly. Hinata's breasts swayed violently with the impact, her nipples repeatedly brushing against his chest, providing extra stimulation. Her love juices were churned into white froth, squeezed out of her body with each thrust, forming thin, elongated strands at the point of union.
The climax came faster than last night. Hinata suddenly tensed her body, her inner walls spasming and clenching tightly, a stream of hot fluid washing over the head of his penis. She bit into his shoulder, muffling all her cries in her throat. Naruto, driven wild by her tight grip, forced himself not to release immediately, instead continuing to grind deeply into her, riding out the lingering waves of her climax.
“Again…” he laughed softly, “my wife’s body is so honest.”
Hinata couldn't speak, only breathing weakly. The hard heat inside her didn't stop, continuing to thrust slowly and powerfully. Her sensitive inner walls were scraped again and again, pleasure accumulating in another, more lingering 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 had already been pushed to a small climax again. The scalding semen filled her already overflowing womb, slightly swelling her lower abdomen. She could clearly feel the heat spreading inside her, carrying the intense scent belonging to this man.
After finishing, he didn't withdraw immediately. Instead, he lay down on his side in the penetrating position, holding her from behind. His member was still buried inside her, occasionally twitching and squeezing out a bit more of their mixed fluids. Hinata's fingers intertwined with his, her back pressed tightly against his chest, listening as their heartbeats gradually synchronized.
"Hungry?" He planted dense 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. Lie still and don’t move.”
He carefully withdrew. A large amount of milky white fluid immediately trickled down from the base of her thighs, adding another dark patch to the bedsheet. Hinata shyly pressed her legs together, but she could not stop the continuous flow. Naruto walked barefoot to the outer room and soon brought back warm water and simple food. He fed her water, fed her a few bites of pastry, and then carefully wiped her body with a warm, damp cloth.
The movement was very light, yet it inevitably touched the sensitive area again. When the fabric brushed over the swollen labia, Hinata drew in a soft breath. Naruto’s movements paused for a moment, then he put down the cloth and switched to his own fingers.
"It's swollen here." he said softly, the pad of his finger 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... just now... too sensitive... ah..."
He didn't stop. His tongue meticulously cleaned every inch of the folds, occasionally sucking hard on the little bud that was already engorged. Hinata was so stimulated she was incoherent, her legs unconsciously clamping around his head, only for him to force them apart with his hands. When his tongue probed into the still-unclosed opening, she finally cried out and reached a small climax, clear liquid splashing onto his face.
Naruto lifted his head, a trace of her essence still at the corner of his mouth, his smile both proud and gentle.
"Dessert after breakfast."
Hinata was both embarrassed and annoyed, but he pulled her up and changed positions. He made her kneel on the bed on all fours, entering her from behind. This angle allowed him to go extremely deep, each thrust hitting the soft flesh at the very end. Hinata buried her face in the pillow but couldn't suppress her increasingly loud, wanton moans. Naruto held her waist, watching his member move in and out of her, bringing out more white foam. The fingerprints from last night were still imprinted on her buttocks, now covered by new impacts.
They did it until the sun was high in the sky.
By the third time the maid came to bring water, she was finally allowed in. With her head lowered, she tidied up the messy sheets and changed them to clean bedding, but her eyes couldn’t help drifting toward the two still naked and embracing. Hinata shyly buried her whole face in Naruto’s chest, while Naruto thanked her generously and even smiled as he said, “Please prepare a bit more food as well.”
After the maid left, the two rolled together again.
This time they took it slow. Naruto had Hinata sit on top of him while he leaned against the headboard, hands on her waist, watching her ride up and down. Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the paper door, illuminating her sweaty back and swaying breasts. The nipple rings were gone, but the soft mounds moved invigoratingly with each motion, their tips hardening slightly in the air. Hinata was shy at first but gradually let go. She braced her hands on his chest, adjusting the angle herself so that each thrust precisely hit the sweet spot.
“Do you like this?” she asked, panting, tears of moisture in her eyes.
"Like it." He reached out and pinched her nipple, tugging it gently. "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 sounds. Her inner walls began to contract rhythmically, clearly approaching another climax. Naruto matched her by thrusting upward, each stroke deep and heavy. Finally, she suddenly sank all the way down, her body convulsing violently, her inner walls clenching so tightly he almost came. He gritted his teeth and held back. After her afterglow subsided, he flipped her over, pressing her beneath him, and began his final sprint.
When semen poured into her for the third and fourth time, Hinata could no longer even make a sound. She just opened her mouth, eyes slightly rolled back, 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 member still buried inside, neither of them bothering to move. Semen kept leaking from where they were joined, staining the new sheets beneath them again. Hinata's fingers lazily traced the muscles of his arm, her voice as thin as a cat's.
"Naruto-kun... haven’t we done it too much?"
"It's a honeymoon, after all," he said righteously, kissing her shoulder. "Besides, you're clearly very comfortable too."
"...mm." She admitted it, though the roots of her ears had turned bright red. "But the lower part really aches... even walking is becoming a problem."
“Then I’ll carry you and walk.” 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 bridal chamber only opened for maids delivering food and changing the sheets. The rest of the time, the two of them were on that bed, on the tatami mats, even leaning against the wall, repeatedly reigniting their desire. Hinata's body gradually transformed from initial awkwardness and pain to relishing the taste. She would actively twist her hips when being entered, would cling tightly to him before climax, and would forcefully contract when he ejaculated, as if trying to squeeze everything out.
By evening, her private parts were already red and swollen beyond recognition, trembling sensitively at the slightest touch. Naruto finally reined in his playful urges; he only gently soothed her with his lips and fingers, no longer entering her for real. He let her lie in his arms, his palm covering her slightly bulging lower abdomen—inside it still remained the large amount of semen he had released that day.
“Will I get pregnant?” he suddenly asked.
Hinata's face instantly burned. 'It's... only been a day... how could it be that easy...'
"Then let’s do it for 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 quieted down completely. The candle was lit once more, but there was none of the urgency from the previous night. Naruto hugged his exhausted wife from behind, his member just softly pressed against the cleft of her buttocks, making no further movement. Hinata's breathing gradually steadied; she was clearly asleep.
He looked at her quiet profile, and a tenderness beyond words welled up in his heart.
From the Dark’s opponent, to a teammate fighting side by side, and now to a husband and wife who have seen each other with complete frankness—they had traveled a very long road. And the end of it all was this moment: she slept in his arms, his traces still remaining in her body, her heartbeat synchronized 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 the forest gently blows. Red lanterns sway under the eaves, casting warm yellow light into the bridal chamber. Inside the door, the newlywed couple embraces tightly, sinking into the initial and deepest slumber of married life within each other's warmth and breath.
After this night, countless similar nights awaited them.
Some will be as intense as last night, some will be as gentle as this moment. But no matter which kind, they belong only to Uzumaki Naruto and Hyuga Hinata.
Belonging to the long and fervent remainder of their lives, jointly written with their bodies and souls.
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