Her name was Shizume — the tall, honey-skinned kunoichi from Kiri, with storm-gray eyes and a body honed by missions, not moans.
But tonight?
She didn't walk like a soldier.
She crawled.
Nude.
Needing.
Into the center of the Harem Seal Room, where Naruto waited, seated on a silk-wrapped throne of pillows, his cock already rising under the heat of her breath.
He didn't speak at first.
Just gestured.
And she climbed into his lap, straddling him, her breath hot and uncertain.
"I'm not afraid," she whispered.
"You should be," he said gently. "Because I don't fuck like your village."
"I'm ready."
"We'll see."
He didn't enter her.
Not yet.
He made her beg with body contact alone — rubbing his shaft between her soaked folds while holding her wrists pinned in chakra-thread.
Shizume moaned.
Buckled.
Ground down.
But Naruto kept her right there, tip sliding along her slit, not entering.
"You want it inside?"
"Yes," she gasped.
"Want to carry me?"
"More than anything."
"Then listen."
He kissed her throat. "You'll take every inch."
Her eyes fluttered. "Please—"
He thrust deep.
She screamed.
Not from pain.
From stretching fullness — her pussy clenching hard around him as he bottomed out in one motion.
Her legs quivered. Her arms trembled.
And Naruto?
Stayed still.
Letting her feel it.
"You're not just a womb," he whispered into her ear. "You're a shrine."
He rocked his hips once.
Twice.
Her head snapped back.
"Fuck—Naruto—"
He fucked her slow.
Deliberate.
Piston-deep.
Her walls slick, creamy, noisy.
By the time she came, she was crying into his neck.
When he finally came — hot, deep, claiming — her womb fluttered like it was meant for him.
He didn't pull out.
She stayed in his lap, twitching.
Dripping.
Marked.
His cum leaking down her thighs as she whispered:
"Did I earn you?"
Naruto kissed her.
And whispered:
"You earned one night. Let's see if you're ready for the life."