A/N: So, an Isekai smut fic. You know what you're here for. Just so we're clear, this isn't exclusively Kuzuhi Centric. Other characters are absolutely going to get their own filthy chapters, because where's the fun in one guy doing all the fucking?
My brain is chaotic as hell. I write whatever scene is screaming loudest in my head, which means the story won't always be written in order. I'll be releasing chapters here following the timeline as logically as possible
Obviously for adult audiences only, all characters are 18 years or older.
The screech of tires was the last sound of his old world. Then, a universe of pain, and a sudden, suffocating darkness. He expected nothingness, the great silent void. He got a gasp of damp, pine-scented air as he awoke sprawled on a forest floor that felt too real, the loamy earth cool against his cheek.
His body was a stranger to him—leaner, harder, coiled with a latent power that hummed just beneath his skin like a live wire. He was clad in a dark, form-fitting shirt and standard-issue shinobi pants that weren't his. Kuzuhi. The name echoed in his mind, a whisper from a life he hadn't lived, part of a jumble of fragmented memories that belonged to someone else. He flexed his fingers, feeling the calluses, the ingrained strength.
A low vibration hummed in the air, an energy that made the fillings in his teeth ache. It was a physical presence, a raw, untamed power he now recognized as chakra. And riding on that current was another sound, one that was disturbingly familiar to any man, yet impossibly alien in this context: wet, rhythmic moans, raw and completely without shame. They weren't just sounds of pleasure; they were declarations of it, broadcast into the forest without a hint of reservation.
Curiosity, a dark, primal pull he couldn't name, drew him forward. He pushed himself up, his new body moving with an unnerving, predatory grace. Each step was silent, instinctual. He pushed aside a thick curtain of pine boughs, and the world tilted on its axis.
No fucking way.
In a small clearing, bathed in the dappled sunlight, Naruto Uzumaki had a girl pinned against a massive, ancient tree. Except the girl was also… Naruto. A perfect, impossibly curvaceous female version of himself. And they weren't just fucking; they were putting on a performance.
Her orange crop top was shoved up to her chin, revealing a pair of full, heavy breasts that bounced in a hypnotic rhythm, their pale skin glistening with a fine sheen of sweat. Her head was thrown back, her mouth wide open in a silent, ecstatic 'O', her eyes rolled back in her head so only the whites were visible. A thin line of drool trickled from the corner of her parted lips, catching a glint of sunlight.
The sound was obscene—a loud, wet, constant squelch-squelch-squelch as Naruto pounded into her with a relentless, piston-like rhythm. He wasn't just fucking her; he was showing off, his hips moving with an exaggerated, almost comical pump, a shit-eating grin plastered on his face.
"C'mon, Naruko-chan, make some noise for me!" he grunted, his voice a cheerful, encouraging shout. "Let's hear how much you love it!"
Her eyes fluttered and snapped into a cross-eyed focus for a moment before rolling back into her skull again, the blissed-out, brain-dead expression deepening. She let out a wet, gurgling gasp, her tongue lolling out to trace a line across her swollen bottom lip.
"'Nngh... you want noise, Naruto?'" she panted, her voice a strained, breathy moan that was pure performance. "'I'll scream so loud the whole damn forest hears how good you are with me! Is that what you want? For everyone to know what a good toy I am for you?'"
To punctuate her words, she arched her back violently, pushing her hips back to meet his with a wet, echoing impact. The movement made her even slicker, her body shamelessly spilling proof of her pleasure onto his skin.
A low, guttural laugh rumbled in Naruto's chest. "That's exactly what I want," he growled, his voice thick with a lust that was nothing like the goofy kid from the anime. "You were made for this. Made to be my perfect plaything." His hands dug into her hips, the grip possessive, anchoring her as he slammed into her with even greater force. The sound of their bodies colliding echoed off the trees, a steady, driving rhythm of pure debauchery.
"Fuck, yes..." Naruko whimpered, her voice dissolving into a series of high, unrestrained cries. Her fingers, which had been clutching the rough bark of the tree, scrabbled desperately for purchase, her nails scraping lines into the wood. "Deeper, Naruto... you have to go deeper... fill me up... please...!"
Her pleas were pure fuel to his fire. He leaned forward, his mouth finding the sensitive spot just below her ear, his breath hot against her skin. "Beg for it," he whispered, his voice a husky command that sent a visible shiver through her entire frame. "Tell me exactly how you want it. Tell me how it feels."
"It feels... oh gods... it feels like I'm breaking apart!" she sobbed, her hips bucking wildly against his, meeting each of his thrusts with a desperate, greedy rhythm of her own. "I want you to own me... to break me... I want to feel you in my womb... please, Naruto, I'm so close... so... fucking... close...!"
The sight was a brain-melting overload for Kuzuhi. His mind, the one from Earth, was screaming in a mixture of horror and disbelief, but his new body wasn't listening. A wave of heat washed through his gut, coiling tight and low. His cock, already stirring, now surged with a fierce, demanding hunger that was completely alien and utterly undeniable
Naruto's grin widened into a feral, triumphant smirk. He could feel her body coiling tight around him, her inner muscles fluttering and clenching in a frantic, desperate rhythm. She was on the edge, a precipice of pure sensation, and he was going to push her right over it.
"You're mine, Naruko-chan," he grunted, his voice a low, possessive rumble. He shifted his weight, driving his hips at a new, impossibly deep angle that made her scream, a raw, sharp sound that was pure, unadulterated pleasure. "Now come for me. I want to watch you fall apart."
That was the final trigger. Her back arched impossibly, her body locking up in a massive, shuddering orgasm. A choked, guttural cry tore from her lips as her senses overloaded. Her eyes, which had been squeezed shut, flew open, wide and unfocused, her pupils dilating into black pools of bliss.
A torrent of her essence gushed from her, soaking his stomach and thighs, running in hot, slick rivers down her own skin to pool in the trampled grass below. It was a deluge, a testament to the sheer, overwhelming power of her release.
Even as she came apart, Naruto didn't stop. He held her tight, his hips still moving in a slow, deep, grinding rhythm, milking the last shudders from her over-sensitized body. He savored her total loss of control, a master craftsman admiring his handiwork, a low chuckle of pure satisfaction vibrating in his chest.
The sheer, raw power of her release was Kuzuhi's undoing. The sight of her shattered expression, the sound of her broken cries, the overwhelming scent of raw sex that now saturated the air—it was too much. His body took an involuntary step forward, seeking to get closer, to immerse himself in the sheer filth of the moment.
A twig snapped under his foot.
The sound was like a gunshot in the sudden, relative stillness.
Naruto's head whipped around, his blue eyes instantly locking onto Kuzuhi's position through the foliage. There was no anger, no surprise. Instead, a slow, shit-eating grin spread across his face, a look of pure, unadulterated mischief. He didn't just see Kuzuhi; he preened for him, deliberately pushing his hips forward in one last, deep, squelching thrust into the still-twitching Naruko.
"Oi, Naruko-chan, look!" Naruto called out, his voice a cheerful, booming announcement that dripped with smug satisfaction. "We've got an audience! Kuzuhi's been watchin' the whole show!"
Naruko, still slumped bonelessly against the tree, her body trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm, let her head loll to the side. Her eyes, which had been rolled back, struggled to focus, eventually settling into a hazy, cross-eyed gaze fixed vaguely in Kuzuhi's direction. Her lips were swollen and parted, a thin line of saliva connecting them, and her tongue darted out to lick a stray drop of her own essence from her chin with a lazy, decadent slowness.
"Oh yeah?" she purred, her voice thick and hazy with afterglow, a slutty, welcoming smile spreading across her face. "Did you enjoy the view, Kuzuhi? Did you like watchin' me get absolutely wrecked?" Her expression was pure, shameless invitation, the face of a girl who loved being the center of attention, who thrived on being seen in her most debauched state.
"Don't be shy, man!" Naruto laughed, finally pulling out of her with a loud, wet schlorp that echoed in the clearing. He was buck-naked from the waist down, completely unperturbed, and proudly displaying his glistening length. He slapped her ass with a resounding smack that made her yelp, a sound that was half surprise and half pleasure. "Get a closer look! The show ain't over yet!"
He gestured with a flick of his head, a grand, welcoming invitation into their private cesspool of debauchery. It wasn't a threat; it was an offer to join the fun.
Kuzuhi's mind screamed a thousand protests, a frantic litany ofthis is wrong, this is insane, this isn't real. But his body, this new, instinct-driven vessel, had already made its decision. It betrayed him completely. His feet felt bolted to the earth, his eyes locked on the scene, and the raging hard-on straining against the fabric of his pants was an undeniable, humiliating truth. The alien instincts of this shinobi body were a fire in his blood, burning away every last shred of his old world's restraint.
Naruto's grin widened. It was carefree, infectious, and utterly without shame. "Well, no point in lettin' a good audience go to waste." He turned back to Naruko, who was now leaning forward against the tree, her hands planted on the bark, presenting her backside to him in a silent, needy offering. Her ass, firm and round and streaked with the evidence of her recent climax, was aimed right at Kuzuhi.
"You want more, Naruko-chan?" Naruto asked, his voice a low, teasing growl.
She looked over her shoulder, her eyes glazed but focused directly on Kuzuhi now. Her tongue darted out to wet her lips again, a slow, deliberate motion. "You know I do," she panted, her voice a husky promise. "But... maybe our guest wants to play?" Her gaze dropped pointedly to Kuzuhi's groin before returning to his face. "He looks like he's about to explode. It's not fair to make him just watch, is it? Look how much he wants to join in."
"You're right," Naruto chuckled, a guttural sound of approval. He gave her ass another possessive smack, the sound sharp and loud in the clearing. "You're always so thoughtful." He gave Kuzuhi a conspiratorial wink. "She's a great hostess, ain't she?"
With a final, lingering look at Kuzuhi, the used clone against the tree popped out of existence. Almost instantly, a fresh one appeared right in front of him with a soft poof, a cloud of smoke clearing to reveal her. She was completely naked, her body glistening and perfect, and posed with an almost comical lack of shame. Her hands were linked behind her head, pushing her heavy breasts forward, her hips cocked to one side in a deliberate, inviting stance.
"Hiii," she cooed, her voice a sugary-sweet, melodic purr. She batted her eyelashes at him, her head tilted. "Did you like my other self's performance? I was made just for you. Fresh and clean... for now." A wicked, knowing giggle escaped her lips. "Naruto says you look like you need some stress relief. Is that true? Are you stressed?"
She took a slow, deliberate step forward, her hips swaying. Her eyes, wide and blue, traveled from his face, down his chest, and locked onto the strained bulge in his pants with an almost comically intense focus. Her mouth formed a perfect 'O' of feigned surprise.
"Oh, my! You're really stressed out," she whispered, her voice dropping to a husky, conspiratorial tone. She brought a finger up to her own lips, her expression turning from feigned innocence to pure, unadulterated lust. "A big, strong shinobi like you... you shouldn't hold all that in. It's not healthy."
Before he could react, her fingers, impossibly quick, unzipped his pants. His cock sprang free, painfully hard and slick with precum.
Her eyes went wide, sparkling with genuine, greedy delight. "Woooow," she breathed out, the sound full of awe. "It's so big! Can I... can I touch it? Please?"
Without waiting for an answer, she sank to her knees before him. She didn't just look at it; she worshipped it with her eyes, her gaze reverent as she reached out with a trembling hand to gently cup his balls. "So heavy..." she murmured.
She looked up at him then, her blue eyes losing their focus as her pupils dilated into dark pools of want. A deep crimson flush spread across her whisker-marked cheeks, and her lips parted on a soft gasp. Then, her entire expression shifted, the bliss replaced by a bright, determined grin.
"Alright, enough waiting!" she declared, her tone suddenly bright and cheerful. "Time for the main course, dattebayo!"
Then, her mouth descended. It wasn't a rushed, eager kiss, but a slow, deliberate claiming. The tip of her tongue, impossibly soft, traced the sensitive crown of his cock before her warm, wet lips enveloped him. The world dissolved into pure, overwhelming sensation. His hands, moving on an instinct that wasn't his own, tangled in the silky blond strands of her hair, gripping tight.
"Mmm," she hummed, the vibration traveling straight to his balls. She pulled back just enough to look up at him, her whisker-marked cheeks flushed, her eyes half-lidded with mischief. "You taste good," she whispered, and then took him deeper.
This time, there was no gentleness. Her throat opened, her suction becoming a powerful, rhythmic pull that made his knees weak. He was being blown by a magic clone of a cartoon character. The thought was so absurd, so profoundly insane, it was almost liberating. All he could do was surrender to it.
"Mmm," she hummed, the vibration traveling straight to his balls, a deep, resonant thrum that made them ache with a pleasure so intense it bordered on pain. She pulled back, her lips glistening, a single, perfect strand of saliva connecting her mouth to the head of his cock. She looked up at him, her whisker-marked cheeks flushed a deep crimson, her eyes half-lidded and swimming with pure, unadulterated mischief.
"You taste good," she whispered, her voice a husky secret shared between them. She made a show of licking her lips clean with a theatrical slowness, savoring him. "Salty, and strong... kinda like pure chakra. I could get addicted to this." Her gaze flickered up to his, full of playful challenge. "Want me to have some more?"
Before he could even think to form an answer, she lunged forward, her mouth capturing him again. This time, there was no gentleness. She took him with a greedy, desperate hunger, her only goal to consume him. Her throat opened, her muscles skillfully guiding him past the point of resistance until he was seated deep against the back of her throat. The feeling was electric, a shocking intimacy that made his knees weak and his vision swim. He could feel the soft, wet texture of her, the sheer heat of her core swallowing him whole.
She began a powerful, rhythmic pull, her head bobbing in a steady, hypnotic motion. The suction was immense, a constant, wet draw that tugged at the very root of him with every movement. Her hands weren't idle; one cupped his balls, her thumb stroking them in time with her mouth, sending jolts of lightning up his spine. Her other hand wrapped firmly around the base of his shaft, trapping the blood, making him feel impossibly full and thick in her throat.
She was a master. She would pull back just enough to break the seal with a wet pop, dragging the sensitive underside of his cock along her teeth, before taking him all the way down again, swallowing him with a choked, guttural sound that was pure filth. He felt her gag slightly, the convulsion of her throat muscles an exquisite torture that sent a fresh wave of fire to his groin.
He was being blown by a magic clone of a cartoon character. The thought was so absurd, so profoundly insane, it should have killed his erection instantly. Instead, it was liberating. The sheer wrongness of it all, the absolute debauchery of the moment, shattered the last of his resistance. All he could do was surrender to it, his own hips starting to buck weakly, his fingers tightening their grip in her silky blonde hair, not to pull her away, but to pull her impossibly closer.
She seemed to sense his surrender, his silent plea for more. A low, triumphant hum vibrated from her throat, traveling up his shaft. She pulled back again, just enough so her eyes, now swirling pools of blue, could lock with his. A string of thick, clear drool hung from her bottom lip, and she didn't bother to wipe it away.
"You like that, don't you?" she panted, her voice a breathy, broken whisper. "Feeling me choke on you. You like how I can't even breathe when you're this deep inside me."It wasn't a question. It was a statement of fact, a gleeful acknowledgment of their shared depravity.
Her eyes rolled back in her head, just for a second, a fleeting glimpse of that thoughtless, ecstatic bliss. A soft, choked whimper escaped her, a sound of being completely overwhelmed by the sensation.
Then her technique changed, becoming even more wickedly skillful. She started to swirl her tongue around the head of his cock, lavishing impossibly detailed attention on the sensitive crown and frenulum while her throat continued its rhythmic, powerful suction on his shaft. It was a symphony of sensation, a dual assault that pushed him dangerously close to the edge. His breath came in ragged, harsh gasps. The hand in her hair was no longer just holding on; it was steering her, pushing her head down, matching the frantic rhythm his hips were now was fucking her mouth, and she didn't just take it; she devoured it, her throat muscles fluttering around him with every greedy impact. She took his lead, her movements becoming even more frantic. The wet sounds of her mouth working on him grew louder, more obscene, a soundtrack of pure filth. He could feel her jaw starting to ache, could hear the small, wet gasps of air she managed to pull in around him. She was giving him everything, pushing herself to her absolute limit for his pleasure, and the sheer, slutty dedication of it all was the most intoxicating thing he had ever experienced.
She pulled back just enough to whisper against his skin, her breath hot and puffing against his hypersensitive shaft.
"I can hear all those little whimpers you're trying to hold back~" she cooed, her voice a low, mocking purr. "You think I can't feel them vibrating right through you? It's adorable."
He couldn't answer. A low, ragged groan was the only sound he could make. His disciplined shinobi body was a wreck, trembling and bucking under her expert assault. His own hands, which had been tangled in her hair, slid down to her shoulders, his fingers digging into her flesh not for control, but for balance. He was afraid his legs were about to give out.
Her lips were a relentless engine of pleasure, but she wasn't content. She began to rock her hips, grinding her wet, needy cunt against his thigh with a soft, squelching sound. The friction was for her, a shameless act of her own pleasure, but feeling the heat and wetness of her through his pants sent a fresh jolt of illicit fire through him. She moaned, a genuine, selfish sound of her own arousal, the vibration traveling from her body, through his thigh, and straight to his core.
Just when he thought he couldn't take it, she moved. She lifted her head from his cock with a wet pop, leaving him agonizingly exposed and wanting. With a wicked grin, she re-positioned herself slightly, wedging his rigid length between her soft, fleshy thighs and clamping down hard. The smooth, hot skin enveloped him, a completely different but no less intense sensation than her mouth.
She began to rock her hips in a steady, grinding rhythm, her own wetness creating a slick, delicious friction against his shaft. At the same time, her hands cupped his face, her thumbs stroking his cheeks as she leaned down, her hair falling around them like a golden curtain, trapping them in their own private world. Her face was inches from his, her blue eyes sparkling with triumphant mischief.
"Almost..." she whispered, her hot breath ghosting across his lips. "But not yet~"
His balls drew up tight, a familiar, undeniable signal. He was at the absolute brink, his control shattered into a million pieces. A guttural roar started to build in his chest as the final, unstoppable surge gathered at the base of his spine. This was it. The point of no return.
And then, she was gone.
In a single, fluid motion, she un-clamped her thighs and rolled off him. The sudden cold air on his wet, hypersensitive skin was a shock. The pleasure, which had been moments from cresting, aborted itself in an agonizing wave of frustration that left him trembling, gasping for air, his hips still giving a few useless, spastic jerks.
He blinked, his vision clearing. She was now kneeling beside him, but her expression had changed completely. The blissed-out, thoughtless mask was gone. In its place was a sharp, intelligent, and profoundly wicked grin. A single, thick strand of his precum and her saliva stretched from her swollen lip, glistening in the sunlight.
She didn't wipe it away. Instead, she leaned forward and, with a flick of her tongue, licked it clean from her own lip, her eyes never leaving his.
"Nuh-uh," she purred, her voice a low, teasing rumble. "Not yet. I'm not done playing with you." She looked down at his still-throbbing erection, then back up at him, her grin widening. "You're not getting off that easy. The fun is just getting started."
Naruko's words hung in the air, a promise and a threat wrapped in a teasing purr. Kuzuhi could only pant, his mind a static-filled void where thoughts used to be. His body was a live wire of pure, unslaked need, every nerve ending screaming for a release she had expertly denied him.
"Heh. Told you she likes to play with her food," Naruto's voice cut in. Kuzuhi had almost forgotten he was there, a spectator to his own debasement. Naruto was leaning against a tree, arms crossed, a look of profound amusement on his face. "She's a master at edging. Drives you absolutely crazy, right?"
Naruko giggled, a light, airy sound that was completely at odds with the filth of the situation. "He's just too cute to finish off so quickly~" she said, not taking her eyes off Kuzuhi. "But I think he's been teased enough. Don't you?"
She didn't wait for an answer. With a fluid, athletic grace, she turned and got onto her hands and knees in the grass, her back arching beautifully. She looked over her shoulder, her expression a perfect blend of need and invitation. Her pussy was on full display—swollen, red, and glistening with a mixture of her own slick juices and his precum.
"My mouth had its fun," she purred, her voice a low, husky growl. "Now it's my other lips' turn to play." She gave her hips a slow, deliberate wiggle, the movement causing a fresh trickle of her wetness to slide down her inner thigh. "Well? Don't be shy, Kuzuhi. Come and get it. I've been waiting."
His mind was static. All that existed was the sight of her, ready and waiting. He moved on pure, animal instinct, his body a puppet controlled by the strings of lust she had so expertly tied around him. He crawled behind her, the heat radiating from her skin washing over him. The head of his cock brushed against her wet folds, and she was scorching hot. She let out a soft whimper of anticipation, pushing back against him.
He pushed forward.
A ragged groan was torn from his throat as her tight, slick walls enveloped him. She was impossibly, wonderfully tight, her inner muscles pulsing and clenching around him as if tasting him, welcoming him home. "Fuck," he hissed, the word a foreign sound from his new vocal cords. For a moment, he just stayed there, buried to the hilt, letting the overwhelming sensation wash over him.
"Don't just sit there, dumbass! Move!" Naruto yelled, his voice a sharp, encouraging bark. "She loves it! Show her a good time!"
Naruto's voice was the push he needed. Kuzuhi's hands found her hips, his fingers digging into the soft flesh, and he began to move. He started slow, his thrusts tentative, feeling the way her body responded to his. With every push, she let out a soft, breathy moan, her head falling forward, her hair brushing the grass.
"Mmm, yeah... Kuzuhi... right there," she panted, her voice thick. "So deep... you feel so good inside me..."
Her words, the feeling of her slick heat clenching around him, the voyeuristic presence of Naruto egging him on—it was a potent cocktail. His hesitation evaporated, replaced by a driving, primal need. His thrusts became harder, faster, more confident. He wasn't just fucking her anymore; he was claiming her, marking her as his. The wet, slapping sound of their bodies colliding became the dominant rhythm of the clearing, a steady beat of pure carnality.
She was not a passive recipient. She began to rock her hips back to meet his thrusts, a perfect, greedy counter-rhythm that drove him even deeper inside her. She was actively fucking him back, her movements demanding and hungry.
"Harder!" she gasped, her voice cracking. "Please, Kuzuhi, fuck me harder! Don't hold back! I can take it!"
He obliged, his control snapping. He pounded into her with a brutal, relentless rhythm, each thrust slamming her body forward. She cried out with every impact, a series of high, sharp yelps of agonizing pleasure. The sight of her taking him so completely, her body built to withstand this kind of punishment, was exhilarating. He wasn't just fucking a body; he was fucking a concept, a creature of pure, shameless desire made manifest.
"Attaboy!" Naruto cheered from the sidelines. "Look at her ass, man! See how it's shaking? That means you're hitting the right spot! Keep going! Don't be gentle! She hates gentle!"
His taunts were like fuel. Kuzuhi reached down, grabbing her hips and lifting her slightly, changing the angle so he was hitting her even deeper, grinding against her g-spot with every punishing stroke. Naruko shrieked, a wild, animalistic sound of pure bliss, her head thrashing from side to side.
"Yes! Right there! Fuck, Kuzuhi, don't stop!" she screamed, her voice raw. "Fill me up! I want to feel you everywhere!"
He drove into her, again and again, the world narrowing to the slick, wet sound of their bodies, the feel of her impossibly tight heat, and her ecstatic cries. He was a machine, his body moving on pure, primal instinct. Just as he felt the familiar, dangerous tingling in his balls, she twisted under him with a surprising strength. She rolled onto her back, pulling him with her without ever breaking their connection. She wrapped her legs high around his waist, locking him in place, her heels digging into his lower back.
"C'mon," she panted, her face flushed, her eyes wild and bright. "I wanna see your face when I make you come."
The new angle was devastating. He was deeper inside her now than he thought possible. He could feel her cervix, a firm nubbin of flesh that sent jolts of lightning through them both every time he bottomed out. He could see everything: her full, sweat-slicked breasts bouncing with every frantic thrust, her whisker-marked cheeks flushed with a beautiful crimson, her hands clawing at his back, leaving fiery trails on his skin. This was so much more intimate, so much more raw.
He leaned down, capturing her mouth in a sloppy, desperate kiss. Their tongues battled for dominance, a wet, frantic dance that mirrored the brutal rhythm of their hips. She tasted of salt, sweat, and herself. It was intoxicating.
"Look at me," she gasped, breaking the kiss to stare up at him. Her eyes had lost their focus, the pupils blown wide, a thin line of saliva connecting her swollen lips. It was that perfect, blissed-out expression of a mind erased by pure pleasure. "Look at what you're doing to me."
He didn't need to be told twice. He kept his eyes locked on hers as he slammed into her, watching her expression shatter with every powerful thrust. He watched her bite her lip to stifle a scream, watched her eyes roll back in her head, watched as the pleasure became too much for her to bear. Her inner walls began to flutter and clench around him in a frantic, unstoppable rhythm. A massive, overwhelming wave was building inside her.
"Oh, god, Kuzuhi—fuck!" she managed to scream, her body beginning to tremble violently. "I'm—I'm gonna—!"
Her climax was the point of no return. Feeling her body come apart around him, milking him with every desperate convulsion, sent him hurtling over the edge. His vision tunneled, his balls drew up tight, and with a guttural roar that was more animal than human, he came. He emptied himself into her, surge after powerful, world-ending surge, his hips slamming into her relentlessly until he was completely spent.
Her own orgasm crashed over her at the same moment, a high, keening shriek tearing from her throat as her body locked up, her inner muscles squeezing every last drop from him. She was a torrent of heat and sensation, coming apart in his arms.
For a long moment, the only sounds were their ragged, gasping breaths and the faint rustle of leaves in the breeze. He collapsed on top of her, his forehead resting against hers, every muscle in his body trembling with the aftershocks. He was slick with sweat and the juices of a woman who was a figment of a perverted imagination. The world spun, a nauseating, wonderful cocktail of orgasm, confusion, and adrenaline.
He eased himself out of her with a soft, wet squelch, but didn't move off her, his body too heavy and spent. She blinked up at him, her eyes slowly regaining their focus. The wild, mindless lust was gone, replaced by a soft, warm glow. She looked… happy. Content.
His vision swam, the line between the clone beneath him and the memory of the tire screech blurring into one another. Nothing felt real. He latched onto the one biological absolute he knew from his old world, staring down at her, his eyes tracing the whisker marks on her cheeks, the flush on her skin, the swell of her lips. He latched onto these details, trying to ground himself the question that formed on his lips was a direct challenge to the very reality he was clinging to.
"Can you... can you get pregnant?" he whispered, the question so absurd, so profoundly stupid, that it felt like the most important thing he had ever asked.
Naruko's eyes went wide. She stared at him for a long second, her mouth slightly agape. The question seemed to break through her post-orgasmic haze, reaching something deeper. A look of profound, maternal softness crossed her face. She didn't just place a hand on her stomach; she cradled the area with both hands, a protective, instinctual gesture. Her eyes closed in blissful contemplation for a second.
Before she could answer, Naruto's voice cut through the tender moment. "She's an echo, Kuzuhi. A perfect copy of my chakra that responds to yours." He strode over, his expression now serious, a teacher explaining a hard lesson. "She has no will, no soul. She's the ultimate fantasy because she's nothing. Don't mistake nothing for something real." He formed a simple hand sign. "She's served her purpose."
Naruko's hopeful expression faltered as she began to dissolve into glowing particles of light. She looked at Kuzuhi one last time, her eyes full of a beautiful, tragic warmth, as if to say it was worth it anyway. Then she was gone, leaving him lying alone in the damp, trampled grass.
Kuzuhi staggered to his feet, his legs threatening to give out. He was a mess, covered in filth, his mind still reeling from the sensory overload.
"Hey." Naruto's voice was closer now. "You with me?"
Kuzuhi looked up. Naruto was standing there, his hands in his pockets, his usual grin softened into something more subdued. He looked like a concerned teammate, not the smirking devil on his shoulder egging him on. In his place was a surprisingly sober guide
"Stop replaying it in your head," Naruto said, his voice flat, cutting through Kuzuhi's haze. "It's easy to get lost in it, I know. But you gotta learn the difference between a real girl and a really good memory. This one's a memory now." He gestured with his head back toward the path. "C'mon. I'm starving. Let's go get some ramen. My treat."
Ramen. The suggestion was so mundane, so normal, it was the most insane thing he had heard all day. Kuzuhi could only nod, his throat too tight to form words. He took one last look at the trampled patch of grass, the silent stage of his bizarre and profound rebirth, before turning to follow the orange-clad shinobi.
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