Naruto didn't wake so much as he floated back.
Every part of him was numb.
His cock had nothing left to give.
His throat dry.
His thighs aching.
And his body?
Covered.
In warm hands.
The first thing he felt was oil.
Slick.
Lavender-scented.
Drizzled over his chest in delicate streams.
Then fingertips — tracing down the bruises on his sides, the faint chakra-burn around his wrists.
"Too tight," Ino whispered.
"I won't let that seal hit you again," said Sasuko softly, running her hands down his ribs.
He blinked open.
Light hurt his eyes.
But he saw Hinata first.
Sitting at his side, belly barely swelling now.
Eyes full of worry.
"You're safe," she whispered. "You didn't lose us."
Sakura cradled his head, brushing through his hair, occasionally kissing his forehead.
"Not even Iwa could steal what we made you."
Tsunade rubbed his calves with warm chakra pulses, easing the soreness where they'd ridden him too hard.
Her voice was lower.
"I've seen men die from less. You… survived five women who love you too much."
Naruto let out a slow breath.
His cock gave the weakest twitch.
And they all giggled.
"No more," he croaked.
Hinata leaned in. Kissed his lips softly. "We know."
Sasuko added, "But if you wanted it…"
She kissed his stomach.
"You wouldn't even have to move."
Ino's hand slid down. Not stroking. Just resting over him.
"I just want to feel you against my skin."
And so he laid there.
Worshipped.
Held.
Touched.
Oiled.
Their mouths kissed his bruises. Their thighs pressed around his hips. And when Sakura finally leaned down and took his cock into her mouth—
He didn't grow hard.
But he still moaned.
Because this wasn't sex anymore.
It was healing.
When he finally slept again, Hinata was curled around him.
Sakura and Ino on either side.
Sasuko at his feet.
Tsunade watching over them all.
And his last thought before the dark took him again?
"They never let go."