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A/N: I wasn't planning on dropping a chapter today but I woke up to 0Gilgamesh0 leaving a five stars, so I had to say thanks with something other than a word.... here are 2k of words.
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Something inside me detonated, shattering every restraint I had left. My hips surged forward, and suddenly, I was engulfed in heat—tight, impossibly soft, drawing me deeper. Kushina let out a ragged, stifled moan, her legs trembling as they spread wider, as if urging me to sink further into her.
Kushina's eyes widened, a flicker of hesitation breaking through the haze of heat. She turned her head away, her breath uneven. "I… I don't know about this…" She managed to say.
But there was nothing to know about anything anymore. She was having someone other than her husband use her most private place and she was enjoying it. Her body was enjoying it, even if her stubborn mouth try to deny it
The feeling was indescribable, I had never felt anything like it before. She was so tight, so warm, so welcoming. I couldn't believe how much I had wanted this. And I wasn't even halfway in and I was already…
Fuck!
Kushina squeezed her eyes shut, shutting out the world. Her breath hitched, her fingers clenching the tables edges. Her body told a different story, but….
I drove deeper, forcing her to take all of me. Her walls clenched, struggling to handle my size, stretching around me, molding to me. A sharp gasp tore from her lips, the air punched from her lungs.
A wife's cunt shouldn't be this…. this wasn't a place often touched — too tight, too resisting, struggling to take me. The thought sent a thrill through me. If I had it as a conjuncture before than, now I'm confirming it by her tightness. This Hokage seem no different than the others, past and future. Village before family, huh. Perfect couples they say. Honestly though, with how messy things were in the village right now I hardly blame him.
Kushina bit her lip, but to my frustration, she wasn't nearly as winded as I'd hoped. Uzumaki stamina— it was almost unfair. The redhead still had fight in her, her body tense, enduring, as if she could outlast me.
She probably would.
Truth be told, my stamina was solid—better than most. As a Jonin, I could outlast plenty. But against an Uzumaki? Against her? It was nothing.
With her Uzumaki blood and jinchūriki resilience, I figured her body could take dozens of orgasms — maybe more if she was particularly needy. Almost made me pity the Hokage. Almost. The faithful wife's endurance was absurd, making mine feel almost pathetic in comparison.
It was sad but this was how things are. A man should know his limits. I will not outlast her.
That if I was a simple brute who thought sex was merely rapid movements of a stick into a hole.
I wasn't. I knew better. Sex was more than that. If the jinchūriki had stamina, then I'd break her in other ways.
When she finally took all of me, I gave her a moment — let her long-neglected pussy adjust, stretch, remember what it felt like to be filled. Her lips twitched, body tense, but when the trembling stopped, I seized her hips and began to move.
The scarlet-haired vixen flinched, her eyes going wide—shock, pleasure, maybe even a hint of guilt flashing through them. The Hokage's neglected wife wasn't ready for this, no matter how much her body betrayed her.
"How the hell are you this tight?" I growled, barely holding back a grunt. The firebrand's body clung to me, gripping like she'd never been touched before. Impossible. And yet, here she was—hot, snug, suffocatingly perfect.
The crimson-haired sinner averted her gaze, shame flickering behind her lashes. "I… I don't want to talk about it," she muttered, voice tight—defensive.
"It's like you're a damn virgin," I muttered, disbelief laced with amusement. One hand left her hip, dragging up through her belly to her chest, fingers molding over her right breast through that green dress. I squeezed, felt her nipple harden against my palm. "When's the last time you had any fun, huh?"
The fiery Uzumaki turned, a frown pulling at her lips. "You're being too personal," she muttered, but there was no real bite to it—just a weak defense, cracking under the weight of her own betrayal.
"Even more personal than this?" I taunted, punctuating my words with a deep, deliberate thrust. The Hokage's wayward wife jolted, her breath hitching. Funny — every time she reacted, those legs of hers spread just a little wider.
She bit her lip, eyes darting away — ashamed, conflicted… but not stopping me.
I leaned down, letting my thrusts slow, dragging out the moment. A kiss to her forehead. Then her flushed cheeks. Then that cute little nose. By the time I reached her lips, they were already puckered — waiting. Expecting.
So I skipped them.
Instead, my mouth found her fair neck, teeth grazing her skin as I nibbled my way up to her earlobe. My breath was hot against her ear as I whispered, "If you were my wife, I'd fuck you every time I saw that gorgeous body… every time I heard your sweet little voice… every time your scent drove me wild."
If I couldn't beat her in sheer stamina, then I'd have to get creative. Intensity over endurance. Her body might be able to handle dozens of orgasms — but her mind? That was a different story.
Pleasure wasn't just physical. It was strategic. Overwhelming. Addictive. And I was going to push her past her breaking point long before her body ever gave out.
Kushina turned to face me, and for the first time, I saw it — that fire, that unshakable will. Her eyes burned with conviction, sharper than ever. The eyes of Kushina Uzumaki. "You don't know what you're talking about," she said, her voice steady, defiant.
Huh? What was that?
"Maybe," I admitted, rolling her hardened nipple between my fingers. A damn shame I wouldn't get to see these beauties today.
I leaned in, voice dripping with mock sympathy. "But at least I'm handling you better than your our dear Hokage."
"Tch… Just shut it already, dattebane." Kushina clicked her tongue, irritation flashing across her face. I opened my mouth to retort, but before I could, her hands found my shoulders—and then, with a sudden, shocking burst of strength, she shoved me.
For a split second, I braced for the expected beating, thinking I'd finally pushed too far. She wasn't just some neglected housewife — she was a Jonin, and she damn well reminded me of it.
I hit the cold kitchen floor, breath knocked from my lungs. But instead of a fist crashing into my face, the older woman straddled me, her loose green dress draping over our midsections, hiding the sinful connection between us.
The sudden shift had dislodged me from her heat—but it didn't matter. With no hesitation, the the milf reached down, guiding me back inside. Just like my cock, her cunt had no trouble finding its way in the dark.
She sinner gazed dow, her breath unsteady, strands of her long red hair slipping free, cascading around her flushed face. Her expression was a warzone—guilt, desire, disbelief.
"I can't believe I'm doing this," she muttered, voice laced with frustration and something far needier. Her body, wrapped tight around me.
She shot me a defiant look, a flicker of that old fire burning through the haze of lust. "Alright, young man — let's see if you can back up all that cocky talk."
It seems I touch a nerve. Good.
She exhaled heavily, tilting her head back, eyes shut as she let herself sink down, taking me even deeper. Another breath — shaky, controlled — escaped her lips once I was fully sheathed inside her.
Her hands slid from my shoulders to my chest, fingers splayed for balance. Then, with a slow, deliberate rhythm, the red haired mother began to move, lifting herself before dropping back down.
I let her take control, watching as she worked herself over me, her movements steady, and rather practiced. This is what Minato often gets, huh. My hands slid beneath that loose-fitting green dress, fingers tracing the smooth, toned flesh of her thighs. Soft, yet strong — just like the woman herself.
Any leverage I could get to chip away at her stamina was worth using, so I let her set the pace, let her think she had control. But this wasn't a long-term strategy. No matter how much I held back, no matter how patient I tried to be… her insides were too tight, too slick, too damn perfect.
I wouldn't be able to resist forever.
And unlike her, my limit wasn't absurd. Sat firmly in the single digits. If I wasn't careful, she'd outlast me without even trying.
Kushina panted, her breath hot and uneven. A smirk tugged at her lips, fiery challenge still burning in her eyes. "Not looking so cocky now, huh?" she said, rolling her hips just to drive the point home.
I briefly wondered what I'd said or done to make her flip the switch, but wasting precious energy on that was Pointless. I had a married vixen to conquer.
One hand remained on her thigh, fingers kneading the supple, quivering flesh. The other ventured lower, seeking out that sensitive little bud. It didn't take long to find — her clit was already swollen, eager, begging for attention.
The moment my fingers found their mark, my reward came — a sound so sweet, so raw, it sent a pulse of pride through me and sent a shiver down my spine.
Her first uncontained moan.
Her eyes widened in shock, her hand flying to her mouth—too late to take back the sound she'd just made.
"Careful there, Kushina-san," I said, a smug, tight smile tugging at my lips. Her walls clenched around me, impossibly tight. "You'll end up giving the neighbors a show."
The redhead shot me a fiery glare — one I was starting to find endearing rather than scary — her cheeks flushed deeper — not just with exertion, but with something more.
"You little shit," she hissed, voice sharp, but not nearly sharp enough to hide the way her body was reacting.
"I wonder… if you were this loud with Minato too," I mused, my grin downright wicked. A sentence worthy of a beating so I imbued Whisper into it.
She didn't bother dignifying that with a response. Instead, she huffed, irritation flashing in her violet eyes — then she doubled down.
Her hips moved faster, slamming down with a reckless, almost desperate intensity. The obscene sound of flesh meeting flesh echoed through the Hokage's home, but his wife was too far gone to notice. Or perhaps she did, but did not care.
When my fingers found her clit again, she clenched her teeth, determined not to let another moan slip.
That wouldn't do.
She'd recovered too fast, barely shaken by her orgasm. It wasn't enough — I needed to break past that Uzumaki endurance. But to take control, I needed the right moment. An opening.
I hadn't planned on using this so soon, but desperate situations called for desperate measures.
As she rode me, lost in her own rhythm, I placed a hand on her lower belly, just above her mound. For the first time, I noticed the unruly patch of hair there — wild, untamed, just like the woman herself.
But that was just a passing thought. My real focus was lower, where my thumb found her clit again, relentless in its attack.
I'm not one to brag, but my technique was solid — circling, flicking, pressing just right. I had no doubt I could make her cum with just my thumb. Probably ten times over.
But that wasn't the goal. That wasn't nearly enough.
So when her throat started betraying her with those suppressed little sounds, I closed my eyes and focused.
Iryōjutsu — the Healing Technique. No hand seals required, just a ridiculous level of chakra control and an even more obscene amount of concentration.
Normally, this technique often used by medics to accelerate healing, numb pain, or soothe muscles. But in the right hands? It could heighten sensitivity, enhance circulation, and flood nerves with a warm, tingling sensation.
Perfect for overstimulating a certain neglected bundle of nerves.