It started in the morning.
Hinata woke drenched.
Not in sweat.
In slick.
Her inner thighs soaked, clit throbbing before the sunlight even touched the sheets. She turned toward Naruto, already hard in his sleep, and her hand was on his cock before she realized she was crying.
From the need.
From the ache.
From the hunger.
Naruto woke with a gasp.
"Hinata—?"
She straddled him.
Whispering, "Please. Please. I can't wait. I need it. Now."
Her body trembled.
Every part of her wet, hot, open.
He barely had time to touch her before she slammed down onto his cock, gasping out a sobbing moan as he bottomed out inside her instantly.
"Too deep—no—more—!"
Naruto grabbed her hips, trying to slow her.
She fought him.
"I need it. I need you. I need you to fill me again."
His hands moved to her ass, gripping tight as she began to bounce, riding his cock hard, tears slipping down her cheeks from pure overstimulated pleasure.
"Hinata—gods—you're so—!"
"Breed me," she sobbed. "Breed me again even if I'm already pregnant—make my womb know it."
From the door, Ino and Sakura peeked in.
Frozen.
Watching.
And Hinata didn't care.
She came again.
Hard.
Her pussy clenching violently around Naruto's cock, her hands clawing at his chest.
When he came — hot, thick, flooding her again — she didn't stop.
She kept grinding.
Kept milking.
"Again," she moaned. "Don't stop. Please, I can't—I'll break—if you don't fuck me again."
By the third orgasm, she could barely speak.
By the fifth, she passed out on his chest, whimpering his name like a prayer, her body twitching as his cum dripped down between her thighs in thick, warm streams.
Naruto stroked her back gently.
Eyes wide.
"I don't think this is over," he whispered.
Behind him, Ino licked her lips.
"You might want to rest now."
"Because she's not the only one whose body's changing…"