Naruto lay on the floor.
Sweat-drenched.
Cock still twitching.
Mouth half-open in sleep, his chest rising and falling like waves during a storm's wake.
He had nothing left.
Seven orgasms.
Five wombs flooded.
Three chakra reserves emptied.
His soul?
Glowing.
But barely held together.
The girls knelt around him.
Naked.
Exhausted.
Still wet.
But focused now — not on their need.
On his survival.
"Inhale him," Hinata whispered, pressing her lips to his temple.
"Hold him," Sakura added, wrapping her arms around his legs.
Tsunade's hands glowed soft green as she pressed them to his sternum.
But it wasn't medical ninjutsu.
It was chakra intimacy.
A practice forbidden in war.
And sacred in love.
Each girl pressed their naked bodies against his — skin to skin, chakra to chakra.
Not to fuck.
To feed.
Sasuko kissed his fingertips.
Ino licked a bead of sweat from his jaw.
Karin settled on his chest, her breasts brushing his face, whispering:
"Take mine. All of it."
And she began to grind against him — not to make him hard.
Just to stir his soul.
Chakra flowed from wombs, lips, nipples, hips.
Each thrust of Tsunade's healing pulse made Naruto twitch.
His cock rose.
Not violently.
Not with force.
But with life.
When his eyes opened, he saw them all above him.
Gleaming.
Glowing.
And smiling.
He whispered, "You brought me back…"
Sakura kissed his lips softly. "We always will."
Then Hinata straddled him — slowly, lovingly.
And she sank down onto his newly restored cock.
His moan was relief.
Hers?
Worship.
They didn't move fast.
The harem didn't rush.
They took turns.
Feeding him.Healing him.Loving him.
Until dawn broke.
And Naruto… was whole again.