The morning air in the Seal House was thick with the scent of incense, sweat, and slow-burning arousal.
But not the urgent kind.
Not the kind that clawed at skin.
This was devotion.
Five women, each with Naruto's seed blooming in their bellies, stretched across the silken floor.
Nude.
Content.
Glowing.
Naruto moved among them gently.
Not to take.
But to give.
Hinata lay curled in a sunbeam. He knelt behind her, kissed the curve of her stomach. Whispered her name like a blessing. She sighed.
Ino lay sprawled on her back, hair wild, one hand lazily stroking her nipple. Naruto pressed his lips to the center of her navel, and she moaned softly — not to be taken, but to be cherished.
Sakura pulled his hand to her belly. "I want her to feel your chakra," she whispered.
He let it pulse through his fingertips — soft, warm, golden — and she gasped.
Sasuko didn't speak.
She simply opened her legs, let Naruto crawl between them, and kissed him slow, deep, lazy.
His tongue danced with hers while one hand spread over her swelling womb.
And Karin?
She straddled his lap slowly, already pregnant and still aching.
Not to be filled again.
Just to feel his cock inside her as they rocked.
"I don't need to cum," she whispered. "I just want your weight. Your breath. Your heat."
They didn't fuck.
They moved.
Rocked.
Held.
Licked.
Whispered.
Each woman pressing her swollen belly to his chest, letting him feel what he'd left inside.
And Naruto?
He cried.
Not because it hurt.
But because he'd never felt more loved.
Tsunade watched from the edge of the chamber, arms crossed, a smile playing on her lips.
"God of Seed," she murmured.
And bowed her head.