A Ritual for Desperate Fucks
(Note: This story is part of an ongoing series of Naruto stories)
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The chapel stood alone on a low rise overlooking the southern cliffs of Ranko Island, its white stone walls weathered but graceful, half-reclaimed by flowering vines. No crosses, no crescents, no statues of saints or kami—just the single massive fresco above the arched entrance: a blazing sun and a pale full moon locked in eternal embrace, their rays and craters intertwining until it was impossible to tell where one ended and the other began.
Inside, the air was cool and still, scented faintly with sea salt and old incense. Kaguya knelt naked before the simple stone altar, knees pressed to the worn flagstones, hands clasped so tightly her knuckles showed white. Her long silver hair pooled around her like spilled moonlight, brushing the small of her back. She was utterly still except for the faint tremor in her shoulders.
Her prayer had no words at first—just a soft, rhythmic breathing that matched the distant crash of waves. But the silence inside her head was louder.
‘Boruto… your cock…’
The thought bloomed like fever. Her thighs clenched involuntarily, slick juices already gathering between them. She could still feel the phantom stretch of him—the way that impossible girth had parted her, filled her, claimed every inch of her divine womb until nothing else existed. The memory alone made her clit throb painfully, a sharp, needy ache that radiated outward until her whole body felt raw.
She shifted, knees sliding wider on the cold stone. One hand drifted down without permission, fingertips brushing the swollen lips of her pussy. She bit her lip hard enough to taste copper.
‘Please… I need it… need you inside me again…’
The craving was physical now, almost violent. Her womb clenched on emptiness, aching for the heavy weight of him, the hot flood of his seed painting her insides white. Withdrawal clawed at her nerves—every second without him felt like sandpaper dragged across raw flesh. She pressed two fingers inside herself, then three, pumping slowly, desperately, but it wasn’t enough. Nothing was enough unless it was him.
“Boruto-sama…” she whispered, voice cracking. “Your cock… I can’t… I can’t think without it… please…”
Her free hand rose to cup one breast, thumb circling the hard nipple as she rocked against her own fingers. The wet sounds of her self-fucking echoed softly in the empty chapel—obscene against the sacred stillness.
‘If he walked through that door right now… I’d crawl to him. I’d beg on my knees, mouth open, ass raised—anything to feel that dick splitting me open again. I’d let him use me until I forget my own name… until the only word I remember is his.’
Another spasm of need wracked her. She moaned low in her throat, fingers curling to hit that spot inside, but it only sharpened the hunger.
‘Come back… Please… Stuff your Rabbit Goddess full again… Make me whole…’
Outside, the sun and moon fresco glowed faintly in the first light of dawn, eternal and indifferent, while inside the chapel Kaguya knelt in silent, aching worship—of one cock, and one cock alone.
The heavy wooden door of the chapel creaked loudly on its ancient hinges, then slammed shut with a resounding bang that echoed through the stone chamber like thunder trapped indoors.
Kaguya’s head snapped up from her prayer. Her silver hair shifted like liquid moonlight as she listened—multiple footsteps, soft voices overlapping, the rustle of naked skin against skin. But one voice cut through everything else, low and familiar and perfect.
Boruto.
Her breath hitched. Her womb clenched so hard it hurt. Slick heat flooded her pussy instantly, a desperate gush that ran down her inner thighs in warm rivulets, pooling on the flagstones beneath her knees. The craving she’d been fighting for hours surged into full, agonizing need.
She turned on all fours—slow, reverent, predatory—and saw them framed in the doorway against the morning light.
Himawari clung to Boruto’s side, arms wrapped around his waist, cheek pressed to his chest, her small naked body glistening with sweat and what looked like dried cum. Boruto stood tall and relaxed beside her, cock already half-hard and swaying with each step. Behind them walked Sarada, Hanabi, Sumire, and Wasabi—all naked save for simple sandals or flip-flops slapping softly against the stone floor. Their skin bore the marks of recent debauchery: faint handprints, smeared lipstick, glistening trails between thighs.
Kaguya crawled toward him.
She moved on hands and knees like a beast in heat—back arched, ass swaying, heavy breasts dragging against the cool floor with every forward motion. Her pussy throbbed visibly, swollen lips parting with each step, more slick dripping in steady strings that connected her sex to the stone. Her breathing came in short, panting gasps.
When she reached Boruto she rose up on her knees, hands immediately grasping his thickening cock like it was sacred. She kissed it reverently—soft, worshipful presses of her lips along the shaft, the underside, the heavy balls—then dragged her tongue from base to tip in one long, slow stroke, tasting the salt and musk of him mixed with the faint traces of other women.
“Boruto-sama…” Her voice cracked, raw with need. “My pussy… it’s starving for your cock. It hurts—so much it hurts. Please… take me. Stuff your Rabbit Goddess full again. I can’t— I can’t breathe without it inside me…”
Himawari, still hugging Boruto’s waist, looked up at the group with tired but satisfied eyes.
“I’ve done what I could,” she said, voice soft but steady. “But using the Futanari no Jutsu over and over… it’s draining. I can barely stand right now.”
Boruto reached down, fingers threading gently through Kaguya’s silver hair as she continued to kiss and lick his cock like it was the only thing keeping her alive. His gaze swept over the gathered women—Sarada’s Sharingan already spinning faintly with hunger, Hanabi’s Byakugan veins pulsing, Sumire and Wasabi shifting restlessly—then settled on Kaguya’s pleading face.
He smiled, small and sharp.
“Guess we’d better take care of you first, then.” he told her.
Kaguya let out a joyful, almost reverent moan the instant her lips touched Boruto’s cock. She didn’t hesitate—she swallowed him in one long, greedy glide, taking the half-hard length straight down her throat until her nose pressed into his pubic hair. Even semi-erect, the girth was obscene; her pale throat bulged visibly, the thick outline of his shaft distorting her elegant neck like a swallowed serpent, stretching the skin taut from lips to collarbone.
Boruto groaned low in his chest, hands instinctively threading into her silver hair. “Fuck… Kaguya…”
His cock responded immediately—swelling thicker and longer inside her mouth with every heartbeat. The shaft thickened against her tongue, veins pulsing as it grew harder, forcing her jaw wider, her cheeks hollowing to accommodate the expanding girth. Her throat expanded further, the bulge lengthening and rising until it pushed against the underside of her chin. Kaguya moaned around him—deep, vibrating, blissful—the sound muffled into wet, needy hums that shot straight up his spine.
The sensation of him growing inside her mouth triggered an instant orgasm. Her pussy clenched hard on nothing, a sharp, shuddering climax ripping through her untouched core. Slick juices gushed from her folds in a sudden hot rush, dripping down her inner thighs and pooling on the chapel floor beneath her knees. Her body trembled, breasts heaving, but she never stopped—only sucked harder, tongue swirling frantically along the underside, tracing every new vein as his cock reached its full, monstrous size.
She bobbed slowly at first—lips stretched thin, silver strands of hair swaying with each motion—then faster, throat working in rhythmic swallows that milked him from base to tip. Drool poured from the corners of her mouth in thick, glistening ropes, cascading over his balls and dripping onto her chin. Every time she pulled back, the head popped free with a wet schlorp, only for her to dive down again, taking him deeper, gagging softly as the head punched into her esophagus. Her eyes rolled back, lashes fluttering, tears of overwhelming pleasure streaking her cheeks, but the expression on her face was pure, worshipful ecstasy.
Across the chapel, Sarada watched with wide eyes, Sharingan spinning faintly.
“Did… did I look that needy and desperate?” she asked, voice small.
Hanabi, Sumire, and Wasabi answered at the exact same moment, deadpan:
“Yes.”
Kaguya heard them—clearly—but the words might as well have been wind. Nothing existed outside the thick, throbbing cock filling her mouth, stretching her throat, pulsing against her tongue. She moaned louder, the vibration humming straight into Boruto’s shaft as she hollowed her cheeks and sucked with desperate fervor. Her hands came up—one cupping his heavy balls, rolling them gently, the other stroking what little of the base she couldn’t swallow. Pre-cum leaked steadily down her throat in salty bursts; she swallowed greedily, throat working visibly around him, the bulge shifting with every gulp.
She pulled off with a gasping, wet pop—just long enough to drag her tongue in a slow circle around the flared head, lapping up the bead of precum at the slit—before plunging back down, taking him to the root again. Her throat convulsed in rhythmic swallows, milking him like a second pussy, while her real pussy continued to drip and clench in helpless aftershocks.
All that mattered was this: Boruto’s thick, hard cock—hot, alive, hers—filling her mouth, her throat, her entire world. She moaned again, eyes fluttering shut in utter bliss, lost in the erotic worship of the only thing that could sate her divine hunger.
Boruto groaned again, the sound low and guttural, as his hands shot forward and seized Kaguya’s long, pale horns. His fingers wrapped around them like handlebars—firm, possessive, knuckles whitening with grip. The moment he pulled, Kaguya’s entire body shuddered violently; her horns were incredibly sensitive, nerve-rich extensions of her Otsutsuki physiology, and the sudden pressure sent white-hot pleasure spiking straight to her core.
She moaned in ecstasy around his cock, the vibration humming deep into his shaft. Her throat convulsed in a fresh gag, but she pushed forward eagerly, taking him deeper as he began to fuck her mouth and throat roughly.
Boruto used her horns to control the pace—pulling her head forward hard, slamming his hips to meet her halfway, then yanking back just enough for her to gasp before driving in again. Each thrust forced her lips to stretch thin around his thickening base, her throat bulging grotesquely—the outline of his cockhead sliding visibly down her neck, past her collarbone, almost to her sternum. Drool poured from the corners of her mouth in thick, glistening ropes, bubbling with every choke, dripping in long strands that connected her chin to his balls and splattered onto her heaving breasts below.
Kaguya’s eyes rolled back, tears streaming down her cheeks, but the expression on her face was pure, worshipful bliss. Another orgasm ripped through her from the sheer sensation of his cock filling her mouth—her pussy clenching hard on nothing, squirting in a sudden hot arc that splashed the stone floor beneath her knees. Her thighs trembled, slick running in rivulets down her legs as her body shook.
“GYESH, MUH LORD! PHUG MUH MOUPH PUSSHY MOAR! AGUH GUH GUG!” she choked out around his shaft, the words mangled and wet, vibrating straight into him.
Boruto groaned louder, hips snapping faster. “Fuck! Your mouth-cunt feels great, Kaguya!! Tight, hot, swallowing me like it was made for this!”
He yanked her horns harder, using them to force her head down until her nose smashed against his pelvis, holding her there as her throat spasmed and milked him in desperate, rhythmic gulps. Kaguya gagged violently—glrk-glrk-glrk—but never pulled away, only moaned louder, the sound muffled into wet, needy vibrations that shot pleasure up his spine.
Around them, the other girls watched with growing hunger.
Wasabi leaned back against one of the old wooden pews, legs spread shamelessly wide, fingers plunging in and out of her dripping pussy with wet schlick-schlick sounds. Her free hand pinched and twisted one nipple while her juices ran freely down her thighs, pooling on the stone beneath her. Her breathing came in short, needy pants, eyes locked on Kaguya’s bulging throat and the way Boruto’s balls slapped her chin.
Sumire stood a few steps away, both hands cupping her own breasts, squeezing the soft mounds together as her thumbs circled her hard nipples. She pinched and tugged rhythmically, small whimpers escaping her lips, thighs rubbing together as slick drops trickled down her inner legs. Her violet eyes were glassy, fixed on the obscene stretch of Kaguya’s throat.
Sarada watched with her Sharingan spinning slowly, memorizing every detail—the way Kaguya’s lips stretched thin, the drool cascading in silver strings, the rhythmic bulge traveling down her neck. One hand kneaded her own massive breast, fingers sinking deep into the flesh, while the other plunged between her legs—three fingers pumping frantically, thumb grinding her clit in tight circles. She bit her lip hard, a soft moan slipping out as her hips bucked into her hand.
Hanabi and Himawari stood slightly apart, arms loosely around each other’s waists, both smiling with quiet, satisfied amusement. Hanabi’s Byakugan veins pulsed faintly as she watched, while Himawari leaned her head on her aunt’s shoulder, one hand absently tracing circles on Hanabi’s hip.
Kaguya didn’t care who watched. All that existed was the thick, throbbing cock fucking her mouth-pussy—stretching her throat, filling her, claiming her. She moaned again, the sound vibrating deep into Boruto’s shaft as she hollowed her cheeks and sucked harder, tongue swirling frantically along the underside, desperate to please her lord, her god, her everything.
The chapel’s cool air was thick with the scent of arousal, the wet sounds of Kaguya’s gagging throat, and the soft, needy whimpers of the girls watching—each one burning hotter by the second.
Boruto’s grip tightened on Kaguya’s horns, using them like reins as he fucked her mouth and throat with rough, relentless thrusts. Each slam drove his cock deeper—past her tonsils, past her gag reflex, until the flared head pressed insistently against the pit of her stomach. Kaguya’s throat bulged grotesquely, the thick outline of his shaft sliding visibly down her neck with every plunge, stretching the pale skin taut from lips to sternum. Drool poured from the corners of her stretched mouth in thick, glistening ropes, bubbling with every wet glrk-glrk-glrk as she choked and gagged around him. Her silver hair swayed wildly, strands sticking to her tear-streaked cheeks, but her lavender eyes stayed locked upward—glazed, worshipful, utterly lost in bliss.
The sensation of the tip pressing into the pit of her stomach—deep, invasive, claiming—sent another orgasm ripping through her. Her pussy clenched hard on nothing, squirting in a sudden hot arc that splashed the stone floor beneath her knees. Her body shuddered violently, breasts heaving, thighs trembling, but she never pulled away—only moaned louder, the vibration humming straight into his shaft, milking him with every desperate swallow.
Boruto groaned, hips snapping forward one final time. He yanked her head down hard, horns gripped like handles, burying every inch until her nose smashed against his pelvis.
“Fuck—cumming—”
He erupted.
Thick, scalding ropes blasted straight into her stomach, pumping directly past her throat in endless, heavy pulses. Kaguya’s belly swelled rapidly—rounding outward beneath her ribs as the sheer volume flooded her. The sloshing weight pressed down on her core, triggering yet another orgasm—her pussy gushing again, squirting in rhythmic bursts that soaked her thighs and the chapel floor. She moaned around his pulsing cock, the sound muffled into wet, needy vibrations as cum overflowed from her nostrils in white streams, dripping down her chin and onto her heaving breasts.
When the last jet finally tapered, Boruto released her horns and shoved her off. Kaguya slid back with a wet schlorp, cum bubbling from her gaping mouth in thick globs, but she didn’t cough, didn’t gasp for air—she merely panted, chest rising and falling rapidly, eyes glassy with adoration.
Without a word, she moved—crawling backward onto the stone floor before rolling onto her back. Her legs spread wide, knees bent and feet planted, exposing her dripping, swollen pussy completely. Her hands reached down, spreading her lips with trembling fingers, showing him the pink, needy heat inside.
“Please, Boruto-sama… ravish my pussy… stuff your gigantic god dick into me… turn your Rabbit Goddess into a sloppy, cum-filled mess…” Her voice cracked with desperation, hips lifting off the floor in silent offering. “I need it—need you—inside me—now…”
Hanabi watched from a nearby pew, one arm draped casually around Himawari’s shoulders while the younger girl idly played with Hanabi’s pussy—two fingers sliding in and out with slow, lazy thrusts. Hanabi’s Byakugan veins pulsed faintly as she observed Kaguya’s debased begging, a soft, amused chuckle escaping her lips.
“Look at her,” Hanabi murmured, voice low and teasing. “The Rabbit Goddess herself… reduced to crawling and pleading for a creampie. Pathetic… and beautiful.”
Himawari giggled softly, curling her fingers to hit that perfect spot inside Hanabi, earning a quiet gasp.
“She’s so far gone,” Himawari whispered. “One look at Boruto’s cock and she forgets she was ever a goddess.”
Across the chapel, Sarada, Sumire, and Wasabi watched in rapt silence—each one touching herself slowly, eyes locked on Kaguya’s spread form and Boruto’s towering erection.
Kaguya didn’t care who saw. All that mattered was the cock she craved—the one that had broken her, claimed her, made her whole.
She whimpered again, fingers spreading herself wider.
“Please… Boruto-sama… fuck me…” she begged.
Sarada suddenly stepped forward from the pews, her massive breasts heaving as she hefted them in both hands, squeezing the soft flesh until her pierced nipples stood out even harder. Her Sharingan spun lazily, red tomoe whirling with raw hunger.
“Nhooo, fuck me instead!” she cried, voice cracking with desperation. “My pussy is on fire! It needs to be stretched out around your cock again!”
Kaguya’s head whipped toward her, silver hair lashing like a whip. The Rabbit Goddess’s lavender eyes narrowed, pupils blown wide with possessive fury. She crawled forward another step on all fours, pussy dripping in thick strings onto the stone floor, and let out a low, keening whine.
“No—no! Boruto-sama’s cock is mine!” Kaguya begged, voice rising to a frantic pitch. “I’ve waited—starved—for days! My womb aches so badly it hurts! Please, my lord—stuff your divine dick into your Rabbit Goddess first! Fill me—breed me—make me whole again!”
Sarada’s lip curled. “You’ve had him plenty, Kaguya! Look at you—crawling and drooling like a bitch in heat. I haven’t had him since yesterday! My pussy’s clenching just thinking about it! Move!”
Kaguya snarled softly, rising to her knees, breasts jiggling as she thrust her chest out. “I was made for his cock! My body was crafted to take every inch—every drop! You’re just a mortal slut! Step aside!”
The argument escalated fast—voices rising, bodies pressing closer, fingers pointing, hips cocked in challenge.
Behind Boruto, Hanabi moved silently, kneeling and pressing her naked body flush against his back. Her full breasts squished against his shoulder blades, nipples dragging along his skin as she reached around with both arms. One hand wrapped around the base of his gigantic erection—fingers barely meeting—while the other stroked the upper length in slow, worshipful pulls. Her cheek rested against his neck, breath warm against his ear.
She lifted her chin slightly and crooked a finger at Wasabi and Sumire.
The two girls obeyed instantly. Wasabi dropped to her knees first, grinning wickedly as she leaned in and pressed a soft, open-mouthed kiss to the side of Boruto’s shaft. Sumire followed, more reverent—tongue flicking out to lap delicately at the underside, tracing a thick vein before sucking gently on the flared head. Their tongues met around his cock, swirling together in slow, adoring circles, coating him in fresh saliva and their combined moans.
Himawari giggled from the side, hugging her own arms around her chest as she watched.
“You look so handsome like this, Onii-chan,” she said, voice sweet but teasing. “Surrounded by pretty naked girls all worshipping your big dick~!”
Boruto groaned, hips twitching forward into the dual assault of tongues and Hanabi’s stroking hand.
Meanwhile, Kaguya and Sarada’s argument had devolved into a full cat-fight—hands grabbing hair, breasts pressing together, hips bumping aggressively as they shoved and snarled.
“He’s mine!” Kaguya hissed.
“Back off, bunny bitch!” Sarada snapped.
Boruto’s patience snapped.
“STOP!”
The single word cracked like thunder.
Both women froze instantly—Kaguya mid-shove, Sarada’s fingers tangled in silver hair. They turned to him, eyes wide, breathing hard.
Boruto’s voice dropped, low and commanding.
“If you’re gonna fight over my cock… then use sex.” He stepped forward, cock bobbing heavily. “Start fucking each other—right now. The one who makes the other cum first gets my dick stuffed inside her. Winner takes all.”
Kaguya and Sarada stared at each other for one heartbeat.
Then they lunged.
The chapel filled with fresh moans as the two women crashed together—lips meeting in a bruising kiss, hands roaming, legs tangling, pussies grinding desperately against each other in a frantic race to claim victory.
The chapel’s stone floor was cool beneath them, but the air had grown thick and humid with the scent of arousal—musk, slick, and the faint salt of sweat. Kaguya and Sarada were locked in a frantic, desperate tangle near the altar, bodies pressed tight, limbs entwined in a race to break the other first.
Kaguya had Sarada pinned on her back, silver hair spilling like liquid mercury over the younger girl’s shoulders. The Rabbit Goddess straddled Sarada’s thigh, grinding her dripping pussy along the firm muscle while her mouth devoured Sarada’s in a bruising kiss—tongues clashing, teeth nipping, shared moans muffled into wet heat. Kaguya’s long fingers plunged deep into Sarada’s cunt—three at once, then four—curling ruthlessly against her G-spot, thumb grinding circles over her swollen clit. Sarada’s hips bucked wildly, massive breasts bouncing as she tried to fight back.
Sarada wasn’t passive. Her Sharingan spun lazily, memorizing every twitch of Kaguya’s body, every sensitive spot. One hand tangled in silver hair, yanking Kaguya’s head back to expose her throat—Sarada bit down hard enough to leave marks, sucking a bruise into the pale skin while her other hand shoved three fingers into Kaguya’s soaked pussy. She scissored them wide, stretching the divine walls, palm slapping wetly against Kaguya’s clit with every thrust.
“Cum for me, bunny slut!” Sarada gasped between bites, voice hoarse. “I want to feel you break first—want Boruto-sama’s cock all to myself!”
Kaguya snarled into the kiss, hips grinding harder against Sarada’s thigh, leaving a slick trail. “Never! You’ll squirt first, little Uchiha whore! I’ll make you scream his name before I do!”
Their fingers pumped faster—wet schlick-schlick-schlick filling the chapel—pussies clenching, clits throbbing, bodies trembling on the edge. Kaguya leaned down, capturing one of Sarada’s pierced nipples between her teeth, tugging sharply while her thumb flicked the clit in rapid circles. Sarada retaliated by curling her fingers deeper, grinding against Kaguya’s G-spot until the goddess’s thighs shook violently.
Both women were drenched—juices running down their thighs, pooling on the stone beneath them—moaning into each other’s mouths, hips bucking, racing to force the climax that would win Boruto’s cock.
A few feet away, Boruto stood with Hanabi pressed tight against his back. Her arms wrapped around his waist, one hand stroking his gigantic erection in slow, worshipful pulls while the other cupped his heavy balls, rolling them gently. Her full breasts squished against his shoulder blades, nipples dragging across his skin as she kissed him deeply—tongue sliding against his, soft moans vibrating between their lips.
Sumire and Wasabi knelt before him, taking turns with reverent devotion. Wasabi went first—lips wrapping around the head, sucking hard while her tongue swirled the slit, lapping up pre-cum like it was nectar. She pulled off with a wet pop, grinning up at him before Sumire dove in—taking him deeper, throat relaxing as she swallowed half his length, cheeks hollowing. They traded seamlessly—Wasabi licking the shaft while Sumire sucked the head, then switching, tongues meeting around his cock in sloppy, adoring kisses.
Wasabi pulled back, licking her lips, eyes sparkling. “Being a slave to this dick isn’t so bad… I’m actually having a lot of fun.”
Sumire hummed in agreement around his shaft, the vibration making Boruto groan into Hanabi’s mouth. She pulled off just long enough to whisper, “Agreed… it’s addictive. I could worship this cock forever.”
Himawari watched from the side, hugging her knees, cheeks flushed. “I’m a little jealous…” she admitted softly, biting her lip.
Wasabi grinned over her shoulder, still stroking Boruto’s base. “Wanna join us, Hima-chan? Plenty of dick to go around.”
Hanabi broke the deep kiss with Boruto, lips glistening, and glanced at her niece with a small, knowing smile. “It might not work on Himawari the same way,” she murmured, nuzzling Boruto’s neck. “She’s an Uzumaki too—same blood, same stamina. She’d probably outlast us all.”
Boruto groaned again, hips twitching forward into the dual mouths as Hanabi’s hand pumped him faster.
The chapel rang with wet sounds—Kaguya and Sarada’s frantic fingering, Tsunade’s distant moans from memory, and the slick, eager worship of Boruto’s cock by the girls at his feet—while the morning light streamed through the sun-and-moon fresco, bathing the scene in soft gold.
Kaguya and Sarada broke apart from their initial tangle, breaths ragged and heavy, bodies slick with sweat and arousal. The two women glared at each other for a split second—silver hair versus black, divine goddess versus Uchiha prodigy—before crashing together again in a new position. Kaguya pushed Sarada onto her back on the chapel floor, the cool stone a stark contrast to their heated skin. She straddled one of Sarada’s thighs, hooking her own leg over Sarada’s hip, aligning their swollen, dripping pussies perfectly. Their slick folds pressed flush, clits grinding together in a hot, slippery slide as they began tribbing—hips rolling in desperate, rhythmic bucks.
The friction was immediate and electric: Kaguya’s smooth, pale mound rubbing against Sarada’s flushed, hairless one, their juices mixing in a wet, squelching mess that smeared across their inner thighs. Sarada’s massive breasts bounced with every grind, nipples hard and pierced, while Kaguya’s own heavy tits swayed like pendulums, the silver hair cascading over them like a veil. Moans spilled from both—Kaguya’s low and throaty, Sarada’s high and needy—as their clits bumped and slid, sparks of pleasure shooting up their spines.
“Ahhn~! Your pussy’s so hot! Give up and cum first!” Sarada gasped, hands grabbing Kaguya’s ass to pull her closer, grinding harder.
“Never! I’ll make you squirt like a mortal whore!” Kaguya hissed back, rolling her hips faster, their slick lips parting and slapping together with lewd schlick-schlick sounds.
But Kaguya’s gaze flicked sideways, jealousy burning hot in her lavender eyes. Boruto stood like a king, Hanabi pressed against his back, their mouths locked in a deep, passionate kiss—tongues dueling visibly, swirling and thrusting, drool mixing in shiny strings that ran down their chins and dripped onto Hanabi’s breasts. Sumire and Wasabi knelt before him, trading his gigantic cock between their mouths: Sumire deepthroating him with practiced ease, her throat bulging as she took half the length, while Wasabi licked the exposed shaft, tongue tracing veins and lapping at the pre-cum beading at the slit. Their moans vibrated around him, hands stroking what their mouths couldn’t reach.
Then Himawari joined—giggling softly as she knelt between Sumire and Wasabi, leaning in without hesitation. Her small mouth opened wide, and she swallowed the head effortlessly, throat relaxing around the girth like she’d been trained for years. Her injutsu prowess shone through: no gag, no strain, just smooth, rhythmic bobs that took him deeper each time, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked with skillful pulls. The other girls made room, Wasabi whispering, “Good girl, Hima-chan! Show us how it’s done.”
The sight—Boruto surrounded, worshipped, his cock glistening and throbbing—twisted Kaguya’s jealousy into fuel. ‘That’s my cock… but I’ll win it back.’
She focused, chakra flaring subtly through her core. A soft glow enveloped her clit as she invoked the Nyoninboh—a weaker variant of the Futanari no Jutsu, swelling her clit into an elongated, penis-like shaft about eight inches long and thick as three fingers. It throbbed erect, slick with her arousal, and Kaguya angled her hips to thrust it into Sarada’s dripping pussy.
Sarada’s eyes widened, a sharp gasp tearing from her throat as Kaguya’s swollen clit-cock speared her, stretching her walls with its rigid heat. The sensation was unique—firm but yielding, pulsing with Kaguya’s heartbeat as it ground against her G-spot.
“What… ahhn… the fuck?!” Sarada moaned, but Kaguya didn’t let up, hips snapping forward in quick, deep thrusts while still grinding their pussies together. Sarada’s massive breasts jiggled wildly, her pussy clenching around the invading shaft, slick juices gushing with every plunge. Kaguya’s own pleasure spiked—her elongated clit hypersensitive, every thrust sending electric jolts back through her core.
Sarada bucked back, trying to fight, but Kaguya pinned her thigh down, pounding faster—the wet slap-slap of their bodies mixing with Sarada’s rising moans. “Cum! Cum for me!” Kaguya growled, free hand pinching Sarada’s nipple hard.
Sarada shattered first—her Sharingan spinning wildly as her pussy convulsed, squirting in forceful arcs around Kaguya’s clit-cock. “FUCK!! KAGUYA, I’M CUMMING!!” she wailed, body arching off the floor, thighs quaking.
Kaguya pulled back triumphantly, her Nyoninboh retracting as she panted, eyes locked on Boruto—victory and hunger burning in her gaze.
Meanwhile, Boruto groaned into Hanabi’s mouth, their kiss deep and messy, tongues swirling as drool ran down their chins. Sumire and Wasabi continued their worship below—Wasabi deepthroating him now, throat bulging as she took him halfway, while Sumire licked his balls, moaning softly. Himawari bobbed happily on the head, her small hands stroking the base.
The chapel was alive with moans and wet sounds—Kaguya and Sarada’s rivalry echoing off the walls while the girls around Boruto serviced him like devoted priestesses.
Kaguya rose from the chapel floor with slow, regal grace—silver hair cascading like liquid starlight down her back, pale skin glowing faintly under the diffused light streaming through the sun-and-moon fresco. Every step she took toward Boruto was deliberate, hips swaying, heavy breasts swaying hypnotically, her swollen pussy lips glistening with fresh arousal that dripped down her inner thighs in slow, shining trails. The other girls instinctively parted for her—Himawari sliding off Boruto’s cock with a soft, plaintive whine, lips swollen and glistening; Sumire and Wasabi shifting aside on their knees without protest; Hanabi stepping back with a knowing smirk.
Boruto broke the deep kiss with Hanabi, a thick string of drool snapping between their lips as he turned to face the approaching goddess. Kaguya towered over him—her head easily a foot higher than his—those enormous breasts level with his face, each one larger than his entire skull, nipples hard and flushed dark pink.
He looked up at her, blue eyes blazing. Kaguya sank gracefully to one knee before him, bringing her face level with his. Boruto surged forward, capturing her mouth in a fierce, possessive kiss—lips crashing, tongues dueling immediately. His hands shot up, seizing her massive breasts in rough handfuls, fingers sinking deep into the impossibly soft flesh. He squeezed hard, kneading them like dough, thumbs flicking and rolling her nipples until they stiffened further under his touch.
Kaguya moaned into his mouth, the sound low and trembling, her pussy clenching painfully on nothing. The ache between her legs sharpened to agony—her womb throbbing, walls fluttering desperately for the cock she’d worshipped and starved for.
Boruto broke the kiss with a wet gasp, spit connecting their lips. “Lay back on the altar,” he ordered, voice rough. “Legs spread. Show me that needy cunt.”
Kaguya obeyed instantly. She rose, turned, and backed toward the stone altar—perching on the edge before reclining fully, her long silver hair fanning out like a halo across the cold surface. She spread her legs wide—knees bent, feet planted on the altar’s lip—exposing her dripping, swollen pussy completely. The lips were puffy and flushed, clit throbbing visibly, slick juices running in steady streams down her ass crack and pooling beneath her.
Boruto stepped forward, cock jutting proudly—thick as her forearm, veins pulsing, head glistening. He pressed the flared tip against her entrance. It slipped in with almost no resistance—her soaked folds parting eagerly, sucking him in like a second mouth. Kaguya’s breath hitched.
Then Boruto shoved—driving his entire monstrous length inside in one brutal, unrelenting thrust!
Kaguya’s back arched off the altar, a wail tearing from her throat that echoed off the stone walls.
“AT LAST, MY MASTER’S COOOOCK! CUMMING! I’M CUMMING JUST FROM IT GOING INSIIIDE!!!”
Her pussy spasmed violently around him—walls clamping down in rhythmic, desperate pulses as orgasm ripped through her instantly. Slick gushed in forceful squirts around his buried shaft, soaking his balls and splashing the altar beneath her ass. Her belly tented dramatically—the thick outline of his cock rising beneath her pale skin like a second spine, the head pressing so deep it distorted her abdomen, pushing upward toward her ribs.
Boruto groaned at the tightness—her divine walls hotter, wetter, tighter than anything he’d felt before—sucking him in like a living vice. He didn’t give her time to adjust. He pulled back slowly—her pussy clinging greedily, lips dragging along every vein—then slammed forward again, hips snapping with punishing force.
The rhythm built fast—deep, brutal thrusts that made her body jolt with every impact. Each withdrawal left her gaping slightly, slick foaming white around his shaft; each plunge filled her completely, the head battering her womb, the bulge in her belly rising and falling in obscene waves. The wet schlorp-schlorp-schlorp of her soaked cunt echoed through the chapel, mixing with the clap-clap-clap of his heavy balls slapping her ass.
Kaguya’s screams rose higher, legs trembling, toes curling against the altar edge.
“SO DHEEP!! STRETCHING ME, FILLING EVERY INCH! MY WOMB IS YOURS! FUCK ME HARDER!!” begged Kaguya.
Her pussy gushed again—another squirting orgasm chaining into the last—coating his groin, dripping down her ass crack, pooling beneath her. Her walls rippled and milked him in frantic spasms, trying to pull him deeper, hold him inside. Boruto’s hands gripped her thighs, spreading her wider, angling his thrusts to grind against her G-spot on every stroke.
“HRRRGH, TAKE IT! ALL OF IT!” he growled, hips pistoning faster, balls tightening as pleasure coiled low in his gut. “This pussy was made to be wrecked by my cock!”
Kaguya’s eyes rolled back, silver hair whipping as her head thrashed. “YES! WRECK YOUR GODDESS! USE ME! BREAK ME!”
The wet slap of flesh on flesh, the obscene bulge shifting in her belly, her endless squirting orgasms—it was all-consuming. Boruto fucked her like he meant to ruin her forever, and Kaguya welcomed every brutal inch with ecstatic, broken wails.
Boruto’s hips snapped forward with brutal precision, driving his gigantic cock deep into Kaguya’s sopping pussy in long, relentless strokes. The stone altar beneath them vibrated with every impact, the cool surface a stark contrast to the scorching heat where they joined. Kaguya’s legs were splayed wide, ankles hooked over Boruto’s shoulders, her pale thighs trembling as he folded her nearly in half. Each thrust buried him to the hilt—the flared head punching past her cervix and grinding into her womb, her inner walls rippling and clamping around his girth like a velvet vice desperate to keep him inside. Slick nectar gushed from her stretched lips with every withdrawal, foaming white around the base of his shaft, dripping in thick strands onto the altar below. The wet schlorp-schlick of her pussy sucking him back in filled the chapel, echoing off the stone walls like a profane hymn.
Kaguya’s massive breasts bounced and jiggled wildly with every slam—heavy orbs slapping against her chest, then rebounding upward in hypnotic waves, nipples hard and flushed dark pink, tracing erratic circles in the air. The motion was mesmerizing, her silver hair fanning out like a halo as her head thrashed, eyes rolled back in ecstasy.
“BORUTO-SAMA… MY BODY IS YOURS! ANYTIME, ANYWHERE, ANY WAY YOU WANT! FUCK YOUR RABBIT GODDESS! USE ME!” she screamed, voice cracking into sobs of pleasure. “TAKE ME IN PUBLIC, IN PRIVATE… MAKE ME YOUR CUM-FILLED TOY!”
Boruto groaned, hands gripping her thighs harder, bruises blooming under his fingers as he pounded faster. The tent in her belly rose and fell like a piston—the thick outline of his cock distorting her abdomen with every deep hilt, pressing upward toward her sternum.
Around the altar, the other girls knelt in a loose circle—Hanabi, Sumire, Wasabi, Sarada, and Himawari forming a ring of naked worshippers, as if this were some ancient, sacred rite. Their eyes were fixed on the coupling, breaths heavy, the air thick with the scent of arousal.
Sarada knelt closest, one hand buried between her thighs, fingers plunging frantically into her dripping pussy while the other squeezed her own massive breast, thumb flicking the pierced nipple. She bit her lip hard, Sharingan spinning slowly as she muttered under her breath, voice a needy whisper.
“I want to be where Kaguya is now… Boruto-sama’s cock stretching me, filling me… fuck, I need it…” she whimpered.
Kaguya’s screams grew more frantic, her hips bucking wildly to meet his thrusts, pussy gushing in rhythmic squirts that soaked his groin and splashed the altar.
“BORUTO-SAMA, I WANT YOUR BABY! GIVE ME YOUR CHILD! BREEEEED MEEEE!” she wailed, hands clawing at his arms. “FILL MOMMY GODDESS WITH YOUR SEED! MAKE ME SWELL WITH YOUR HEIRS! IMPREGNATE ME NOW!”
The raw begging hit Himawari like a spark. The younger girl, kneeling beside Hanabi, let out a soft giggle that turned into a moan. Her small hand slipped between her thighs, fingers circling her clit in slow, teasing strokes before dipping inside her slick folds. She watched Kaguya’s breasts bounce and jiggle, the tent in her belly rising with every thrust, and bit her lip harder—her own arousal dripping onto the stone as she masturbated openly, finding the display of raw, desperate breeding utterly erotic.
Boruto’s groans deepened, hips pistoning harder, the altar creaking under them. “Get pregnant! Get pregnant! Take it all and get pregnant for me!”
The words sent Kaguya spiraling higher, her screams echoing off the chapel walls.
Hanabi, Sumire, and Wasabi joined the ritual fully now—each one kneeling with hands between their legs, masturbating in unison. Hanabi’s fingers plunged deep into her own pussy, thumb grinding her clit as she watched with half-lidded eyes. Sumire squeezed her breasts with one hand, the other pumping three fingers inside herself with wet schlick sounds. Wasabi leaned back slightly, legs spread wide, fucking herself roughly with four fingers, her free hand slapping her own ass for extra sting.
The chapel transformed into a true sex ritual—moans blending, slick sounds multiplying, the girls’ eyes locked on Boruto and Kaguya as their own orgasms built in sympathy.
Finally, Boruto’s rhythm faltered—hips slamming one last time as he buried himself to the root. “Kaguya… cumming! Take it! Get pregnant!”
He erupted.
Thick, scalding ropes blasted into her womb, flooding her in endless pulses. Kaguya screamed in wild, multiple orgasms—body convulsing, pussy milking him desperately, squirting in forceful arcs around his buried shaft.
“CUMMING… CUMMING ON MY MASTER’S SEED! BREEDING ME, FILLING MOMMY GODDESS… YES YES YEEESSSSS!!!!”
The watching girls shattered with them—Sarada’s fingers plunging deep as she squirted onto the stone; Hanabi’s body tensing in a silent cry; Sumire whimpering as her pussy gushed; Wasabi howling a long “NYAAAH!“; Himawari gasping softly as her small frame shook. All five came hard, juices pooling beneath them, the chapel ringing with their unified ecstasy.
Boruto held deep through the flood, grinding as the last jets spilled, before collapsing forward over Kaguya’s twitching form—both panting, spent, the sudden ritual complete under the chapel’s sacred fresco.
(Story by User: SailorIo)